Kinky + Angst?

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Kinks Most Wanted: wetting, orgasm control/denial, dubcon, power imbalance, dacryphilia, humiliation, blackmail, free use, sloppy seconds, bdsm scenes, TPE (total power exchange) relationships and more
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[foxtwins]

Once again, the Miya twins had gotten into a fight, not a major one as they hadn't come to blows, but one that caused enough of a disruption that they had been given laps and done clean-up. Tension was still there, simmering off of each other as they showered, a single shower head between them, bodies angled away from each other, pointedly ignoring each other as they washed up.

The fight had started as most Miya fights did; Atsumu running his mouth, picking at some particular spot until Osamu's temper finally gave out. Fortunately, whatever the ongoing issue between the two of them didn't cause Osamu to throw hands and instead started a screaming match. (Probably helped by the fact their teammates had physically put themselves between them. Osamu's violence only had one target.)

Both turned when they heard someone walk in, eyes locked on their captain. It was a poorly kept secret that they were both crushing on Kita. Yet, despite all the other things that made the two of them fight, this fact was something that inspired some measure of solidarity between them. Though neither was above trying to show off for Kita and outdo the other.

"Hey Kita-san!" Atsumu said, preening as he washed the muscles of his chest, angling ever so slightly to show off his pecs. "Didn't know you were still here."

[dontneedmemories]

Kita generally tries to be the last to leave, to make sure everything is cleaned up correctly and ready for the next day. And also today maybe to keep an eye on the twins even if it's not particularly necessary. Now, he can get ready to leave himself. His eyes are drawn to Atsumu first when he calls out. His eyes dropping to the other's chest before catching himself. The twins were both attractive, but Kita is their captain and lusting after his teammates is definitely irresponsible.

Despite what's going on in his head, his face is still calm and seemingly unflappable.

"There were some club members I needed to keep an eye on."

[foxtwins]

The twins might not be the smartest guys on the team, but they both saw the way Kita's eyes were drawn to Atsumu's chest.

Which, of course, made Atsumu preen and tighten his core to flex, showing off his abs and chest and turning just a bit more to show off his entire front to Kita.

Neither twin had much in the way of shame, but Atsumu had even less of it. He shot a smirk at Osamu, who scowled at him. "Why don't you join us, Kita-san?" he asked. "I'll wash your back for you! Samu can attest I'm good at it."

"You haven't washed my back since we were ten," Osamu deadpanned. "And you sucked at it."

"Oi!"

[dontneedmemories]

Kita smothers a smile at the twins’ antics. He does need a shower… quietly he prepares himself for his shower and then goes to the empty spot between the twins.

“You don’t need to wash my back,” he does finally say, admittedly he’s thinking about it. Being between the naked twins, even for Kita he has a hard time resisting the urge to fully check their bodies out. But at least he has an excuse to close his eyes, tilting his head back after he turns on the water.

[foxtwins]

Osamu has a hard time stopping himself from staring at Kita but manages to limit himself to a few peeks while he knows Atsumu's more overt about checking Kita out.

It's hard to keep it to just peeks. Seeing Kita without his binder, his pussy. Between the two of them, he's the gay twin, and Atsumu's the bi twin, and even though Kita's got a pussy he's all guy.

When Kita tilts his head, he can't help but look. His cock was standing proud from his groin. He looked at his twin, seeing Atsumu staring at Kita's groin, and his cock was hard as well.

"Hey," Atsumu began, voice rough with want. "Kita-san, you know you're so fucking hot, right?" Atsumu looked over at him, and their eyes met.

And Osamu's on board with Atsumu's idea. They could share. In near unison, they turn their showers off and move next to Kita. "Let us help," Osamus said.

[nevermyside]

"Hey, Ez," Kayn called out as he walked through the wall of his bandmate's room. When you had the power to go through walls, you didn't bother knocking. "What the fuck are you doing? You having a porn marathon or something?"

Ezreal's room was cleaner than his, but that was a low bar to step over; even he had to admit that. He looked around before focusing his attention on the shortest member of the band. (And thank god for that because Ezreal wasn't the shortest, it'd be him.)

[glowitup]

"Why is that your first assumption?" Ezreal asks, settled on his bed with his ipad propped up on one of his extra pillows. "And man you just gonna interrupt it?" he added with a grin.

[nevermyside]

"Why else would you be holed up in your room for hours?" Kayn asked as he took in Ezreal, watching something on his iPad and then turning away, his eye roaming the room more. "It's basically what happens when Phel and Sett go to their room for hours."

Probably less watching porn and more just straight-up boning, but he knew Aphelios was a kinky guy under that quiet exterior. He just knew it.

He also knew Aphelios' would make him pay if he was too nosy about it. "I'm bored. K'sante and Sett are at the gym, Alune dragged Aphelios off somewhere, and Yone would harp on me to do the dishes. I figured walking in on you wanking would be a good laugh."

[glowitup]

"There's about a million reasons," Ezreal retorts, stretching out and he tosses his ipad to the side. He'd been idly switching between music videos, social media and maybe some porn for the last few hours with nothing holding his attention for all that long but not really feeling the motivation to find something more entertaining to do at the moment.

The entertainment has come to him now anyway.

"You think that'd be funny huh? Not hot?"

@cleanlines; "arranged" marriage + omegaverse + probably filth later idk

[audentior]

At first, Erwin is sceptical of the rumors. Thugs in the Underground, stealing military equipment? Unlikely, but possible. Said thugs learning to operate it flawlessly by themselves, however?..

And yet, the proof keeps piling up. The MPs keep getting bested, the crimes skyrocket, and there's nothing anybody can really do about it. Nile's commander is practically begging Shadis to lend some of his more experienced soldiers to take care of the problem, but of course, the moment Erwin hears about it, he sees an opportunity and convinces the old man to put him in charge of the operation. He takes a few trusted companions, disguises himself, and descends into hell on earth to scout it out.

The first time he sees the trio fly through the cavern like trapped falcons, it takes his breath away. He must have them -- especially their leader, who dances through the air as if he has wings sprouting out of his own back.

However, there may be a complication, Mike informs him. One of them scents as an omega, and while the Military Police had begrudgingly agreed not to persecute the gang for their crimes as long as they join the military... well. Omegas can't join the military, and Erwin is nowhere near high enough up the hierarchy to change that. Not yet, anyway.

He is, however, an alpha with a military rank and therefore entitled to claim any omega he desires as his mate. Then, technically, he's allowed to do anything with them -- in the eyes of law, they're little more than property, and while he has opinions about it this might just be the loophole he needs this time -- even order them to ride beside him in battle.

But he has to be sure.

As their little excursion finally culminates with the little thieves restrained and on their knees, spitting out their names, their identities sniffed out -- the girl is an alpha and the blond guy a beta, meaning as long as they don't prefer the gallows the Survey Corps can legally recruit them no problem -- he's sure. The little surly omega has to be the most talented flier he has ever seen, even when faced against veteran scouts -- something that will cause much grumbling, Erwin is certain, but he cares little for alphas' bruised egos in the face of the threat to humanity -- and if they have him, they might just be able to turn the tide.

He's already worth it.

Erwin kneels in front of him, not caring about the mud, fascinated by the glare of absolute murder he's getting. Ah, Mike being rough with him probably didn't help. Nonetheless, Erwin is intrigued. Will he bite? Even if he takes his deal, will he perhaps look for a way to kill him and escape?

The thought excites him more than he cares to admit. He does his best to keep his expression neutral.

"Levi," he says, startling blue eyes fixing on stormy gray, "I have a deal for you."

[cleanlines]

Levi is dirty and angry. He's also well aware that his position is probably the most dangerous at this moment. It would probably always be the most dangerous. As an omega in the Underground he'd already been in countless unsavory positions and he hadn't always been able to fight his way out of them. This is another one, and he is even now looking for an opportunity to attack but there aren't any openings.

He doesn't say anything, just glares at the man. What deal could he have? It's not likely to be anything that Levi actually wants but he's well aware that he might not have a choice in the circumstances. He does nothing to hide his disgust and irritation.

[audentior]

Ah. No response. That's too bad; Erwin would like to hear the man's voice, to let him be an active participant in this. Well, maybe he'll say something once he hears what Erwin's actual plan is. He imagines he won't be pleased with it; the alternatives are simply worse.

"You've gotten quite infamous, Levi," he starts; there's no mockery in his tone however. In fact, it almost sounds impressed. "That said, your criminal career ends right here. You and your friends have two choices; you may join the Survey Corps and fight for us, starting off with a clean record, or you may refuse. In that case, we will hand you over to the Military Police, though I can't imagine they will be lenient about your crimes."

It's not really a choice. The latter option would spell gallows for all three of them -- or, perhaps, something even worse for Levi specifically, considering his type and the ideas people this far inside the walls had about rehabilitating straying omegas. Nonetheless, Erwin wants to wrench that confirmation of cooperation from him anyway. Whether or not he honors it, he will not be able to say he was forced into this.

"Regretfully, as you're aware, your type is not allowed to join the military. However, we have worked out a solution."

He can't officially be offered the same choice as the other two, but Erwin is nothing if not persistent, and with enough nights spent with his nose buried in books, he'd found just the loophole he needed.

"I, Erwin Smith, would take you, Levi, as my official mate. As such, you would have full access to our equipment and facilities like everyone else, and accompany me on expeditions should I request it."

Considering the society treated omegas as second class citizens at best, an alpha would definitely be within his rights to order them to die if they decided so. The law would allow Levi to participate in the scouts' activities, even if his gear would have to come as courtesy from Erwin. It's one he fully intends to extend, of course. Levi's skill with the 3DM gear is unlike anything he's ever seen, and if he needs to play the system to have it on his side, he will do it without a second thought.

He can't deny he would quite enjoy owning the feisty little thing in other ways, as well, but that is not his focus at the moment. The cause comes first.

"Do you agree? Make your choice."

[cleanlines]

Levi isn't stupid. He knows where this is going before Erwin even gets there but it makes it no less infuriating to have it laid out before him out loud. That the fact he is an omega forces him into this sort of unsavory position when he's more than qualified to join on his own merits. His face darkens if it's possible.

His choices are clear. He can go to the gallows or worse, or he can let himself become the property of Erwin. That's all he would be. He fought his way from being a vulnerable omega, controlled by the whims of any alpha who decided he looked interesting. He's not untouched and this isn't the first time his hand is being forced by an alpha. It hasn't happened for a while...

This is the first time he would be mated, though. Every fiber of his being what's to say no. He wants to kill this man who seems so haughty. More than anything, Levi wants to survive... So there's only one choice.

"Yes."

One word to relinquish any sense of freedom that he'd had.

@ chazzitup

[idkmybffjaden]

It's odd for someone else to be in the Slipher showers at this time of the evening. Not that Jesse technically even belongs to the Slipher Red dorm, but he's become such a common sight around these parts that no one so much as bats an eyelash despite his blue uniform. He likes the Slipher locker rooms, mostly because no one ever seems to use them. Tonight, though, the stall opposite Jesse is conspicuously occupied, which makes it all the more awkward for Jesse when he reaches down to take himself in hand, biting his lip hard in attempts to keep himself from moaning while he works his fist over the stiff erection he hasn't been able to shake all afternoon.

"Fuck..."

[chazzitup]

Chazz usually showers when no one's around. This time, someone's come in after him and he can hear them cussing.

He tilts his head with mild curiosity. Yellow is trying to tell him what's going on but he flicks him away.

"What are you doing?"

It's sus to say fuck in the shower after all.

[idkmybffjaden]

"Um."

Because of course Chazz picks the moment Jesse's just started to get a nice rhythm going to start asking questions. Oh, but it's been a long day and he is so hard, the feel of his own hand wrapped around his aching cock enough to make him moan despite the fact he's fighting to keep himself quiet and answer Chazz's god damn inquiry all at the same time.

"The hell do you do when you get a moment alone in the shower room, Princeton?"

He can't stop though, that's the problem. The sound of Chazz's gravelly voice is actually just making him harder still, making him stroke himself that much faster. Even worse, now he's got all kinds of mental images flooding his mind of what else Chazz might be doing with that mouth of his if he weren't asking stupid fucking questions... if he he were on his knees instead and--

"Ah!"

Jesse tries to bite his lip to keep the sounds from escaping him, but to no avail. He's not going to be able to control his soft gasps or his indelicate, ill-advised words at this point.

"Right about now's when you either decide to come over here and lend me a dang hand or get the hell out and give me some privacy, already."

[chazzitup]

"You're not alone," Chazz points out. After all if he'd been alone then Chazz wouldn't have heard any of that. His cheeks are red like he's the one that's been caught doing something and not the other way around.

"Was that your plan?" Chazz asks peeking into Jesse's shower but not coming in just yet.

Second Date

[lefttwin]

Osamu was nervous. A second date with Hanamaki. It was New Year's Eve, and they were going to a food truck festival before they rang at the temple on the hill in the new year.

He could already tell some of the food trucks were lacking, so he planned on staying away from them. He couldn't judge; after all, he started as a food stand outside the stadium when his brother played, but some of the idiots here just threw something together for the night.

He texted Hanamaki that he was here and put it in his pocket before tucking his hands into his sleeves. It was chilly but not as cold as it could be.

[jerseyswap]

Hanamaki is not quite as discerning about food trucks but they'll surely figure it out along the way. Hanamaki is bundled in a coat, with a scarf, though he'd foregone a hat. The text comes through just as Osamu comes into his view so he just picks up his pace jogging over to him.

"Sorry. Am I late?"

[lefttwin]

"No, I'm early," Osamu said. "It's a habit. My brother went through a phase where we tried to be as different as possible from each other. So, I made it a point to be early as he was always late. He's better about it now, but I'm still early."

It was a little funny because he was the younger twin.

He handed Hanamaki a pamphlet with a list of food trucks. "They got a kappa themed truck I wanna check out, but other than that I'm open to anything. Just be prepared for a wide range of talent."

[jerseyswap]

Hanamaki raises a brow and an amused smile spreads on his lips. But he's glad he's not actually late and hadn't kept the other waiting too long.

"I have some friendships that have been like that," he chuckles. He takes the pamphlet and hums as he looks over it and then glances back at Osamu.

"Are you going to be super judgey?" he teases.

[worthlesspride]

It was supposed to be just him and Shoyo hanging out, but some how, other members of the Japanese national team ended up in the same bar as the two of them, including Tobio.

It wasn't like he disliked the others, it was just, after his revelation that he was in love with the younger setter, he wasn't sure what do to about it. Shoyo seemed to be for telling him, and while Oikawa didn't really know what he wanted to do.

And here he was.

Well, it wasn't like he had to say anything right now. He could just enjoy his time and drink. And not get too drunk that he admitted anything before he was ready to.

[assumptions]

Kageyama isn't huge on drinking, or going out but... He a dozen or more texts from Hinata and cajoling from some of the others around him had him going -- if more out of the feeling of social obligation than anything. He's not a great drinker.

So, he's pressed into a corner keeping his distance from the others, especially the touchy feely ones as he sips his beer after he'd ate his fill of food that'd been ordered along with the drinks.

Kageyama feels out of place and he wants to look for an excuse to leave, especially since he keeps feeling his gaze drawn to Oikawa over and over and the more he tries to avoid looking at him the more he does. It's been years and seeing him makes him feel like he's in middle school desperate for any attention all over again. He finishes his one beer and it's enough to already leave him flushed and tipsy. He'd been there a while and now's the time to make an escape it's been long enough right?

He stands up and starts saying the goodbyes he wouldn't be able to get away with skipping but skirts around running into Hinata knowing he'd try and thwart his escape. Soon enough he's out in the fresh hair, pressing his hand to his forehead and swearing under his breath.

[worthlesspride]

Not soon after Oikawa finds himself shoved out the door after Kageyama, with Hinata cheerfully promising to pay for his drinks.

"Shoyo!" Oikawa whined after him. "¡Maldito seas! ¡Eres una pequeña perra!" He pouted at the door, pouted at Hinta whom he could see through the glass of the door, watching the shorter man down the drink he had just ordered.

He took a breath and looked around, eyes settling on Kageyama. "Hola," he said. "Er, shit, I speak almost nothing but Spanish now."

[assumptions]

Kageyama frowns when it seems like Oikawa is following him and then the fact he's yelling at Hinata like that. He very nearly hightails it because seeing Oikawa has his heart and his head all out of sorts and being alone with him even outside a bar is more than he's prepared for. He looks to the side when Oikawa looks at him.

"...Hi," he says, inclining his head in a slight bow. Maybe he should've made a run for it. It's been a long time since the two of them have talked and yet he feels right back to his high school self.