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fishtanks ([personal profile] fishtanks) wrote in [community profile] secureserver2023-08-15 08:15 pm

Kinky + Angst?



Current loudest idiots: Blue Locks, Narutos, Crow Hogan, Kageyama, Nishinoya, Lolopechka, Epel, Natsuo, Tamaki, Bakugou( let him subbbbbb), Inosuke, muichiro,
OTA, tho! muselist (+anyone you know I have started playing or have played in the past)
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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[personal profile] foxtwins 2023-08-31 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] nevermyside 2023-12-06 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
"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.)
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@cleanlines; "arranged" marriage + omegaverse + probably filth later idk

[personal profile] audentior 2024-03-06 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] idkmybffjaden 2024-09-05 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
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..."
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Second Date

[personal profile] lefttwin 2025-01-03 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] worthlesspride 2025-05-16 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
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.