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[viveroonies]

I don't even know how these posts actually work but sure whatever HERE WE ARE.
You can pick one of these delightful assholes to bother, or check my full muselist for others I might be willing to dust off if you ask me nice enough.



Stuck on what you want to do? Go hit up bakerstreet, pick a meme, and come back. Some of my personal favorites include:
Texting Memes, Picture Prompts, Smutty Scenarios, A/B/O (minus pregnancy ty), Random Scenarios, Mid-Fuck

But also literally any trashy AU you can think of. Or game AUs. Or whatever.

Except coffee house. Don't you dare bring my real life into this nonsense.

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jumin u fuck

[sajinsul]

[ x x x ]

how is that asking me nice

[catwine]

[ Once upon a really long time ago, someone apparently decided that death was just too inconvenient and refused to die. To appease Death, they struck a deal: consume the blood of your fellow man and you will be allowed to continue living. In consequence, you will be forced to watch all you know and love grow old and die without you, while you remain the same for the rest of your unlife. Also the sun hurts, have fun dealing with that. This person decided that it was totally worth it, and vampires were born.

Eventually, they figured out how to make others like them. And on and on vampires were created, evolving over millennia. They were hunted for a long period of time for the monsters they were, and after a while assumed extinct. But they weren't--they simply grew stronger, smarter, evolved. The curse of the sun no longer hurt them as much as it once did, rare charms and protections existing to negate it entirely. Only the oldest and the most powerful had access to these things, and they kept the secrets dearly.

One of those was a man by the name of Han Jumin.

He has watched Korea grow, break apart, and be born again for centuries. He has quietly accumulated his wealth, a secret manipulator in the shadows of all of the major corporations that run the country. No one knows the face of the mysterious benefactor, but they know his work. He's almost too good at what he does, practically owning the entire country in everything but name. Of course, that also means he thinks he basically owns everything in it--and everyone.

Most importantly, the man next to him. Jumin wakes at the same time he does every morning and rolls over, staring at the form stretched out next to him. In all of his years, Jumin had scarcely come across anyone as beautiful as Jihyun. Pragmatic, successful, as pure a soul as he had ever met. He had to have him. Had to. No matter the method.

He reaches out, gently lifting a bit of strangely colored hair to press his lips to it before he finally pushes himself up from the bed. As much as he would like to lay around and be sentimental (hah), there is always work to be done, and he starts getting ready to do just that. Jihyun will wake when he wakes.

It had just better be soon. ]

Aomine (A/B/O)

[saishoukara]

[On most days, when he doesn't feel like being cooped up at home, Kuroko will find a nice coffee shop with wi-fi and work from there.

Which is what he did all morning, but he knew even before stepping out today he was cutting it a bit short. Maybe that's why. Knowing the heat is coming means knowing he won't be able to step out as much, so he tries to make the best of it before that and take advantage of being able to move around without much hassle the rest of the time.

But some people are starting to clearly sniff around, so he pays his tab and packs up his laptop to head home. And once there, he goes for his pills before changing into something something looser - pajama pants and one of Aomine's T-shirts.

He's not sure when Aomine's shift ends today, but his smell on the clothing will either help him calm down... or make him more excited. But it should be enough to help him wait, normally.]

[bluesummit]

[ Aomine likes being a cop. He genuinely does. He gets to be a dick to people who try to pull stupid shit and he gets paid for it, what's not to like? And between his paycheck and Tetsu's, and a lot of really careful budgeting on Tetsu's part, they have a house. Them and the dog and a quiet neighborhood. He's honestly one of the luckiest people out there.

It's frustrating, sometimes. But their fights are never too serious. Usually because Aomine is who he is and needs to make sure at any given moment that Tetsu is still with him. One day he'll figure out that he's insecure. Probably when he's old and retired.

For now, though, he's back home. Dragging a little from another 10 hour shift, but home. He stops in the front yard, though, and glances up, giving the air a little sniff.



Oh, no. Fuck, did he forget anything on the way home?? Oh god he forgot to stop at the store again, didn't he. Did Tetsu need anything today? He can't remember.

It's too late now. He can hear the dog barking, too. His arrival has been revealed. Aomine sucks in a slow breath and heads up the front steps into the house, toeing his shoes off in the front foyer. ]

Tetsu! I'm home!

[saishoukara]

[Even if the dog hadn't barked, Tetsuya would have known Aomine was back just from the smell. His own sense of smell gets heightened at that time too.

He knows too, from the slight pause before Aomine gets in, that it has totally slipped his partner's mind that his heat would start today. Not that he expects Aomine to track it for him, but he smiles to himself as he imagines him frantically trying to recall if they have anything to eat in the house and beating himself up for forgetting to go shopping again.

He pushes himself up from the bed and pads to the door of the bedroom so he can see into the living room.]

Welcome home, Aomine-kun.

[bluesummit]

[ Oh god, look at him. He just had to go and hone in on The Look that gets to Aomine the most. He lets out a slow breath as he just... looks at him for a moment, eyes roaming up and down a few times. His shirts are always so big on him, shoulder peeking out of the neck, hem hanging down toward his knees...

He pads forward quietly and reaches out, pauses for a second just in case he isn't allowed to just grab a hold, and decides to lean in instead to place a kiss to the top of Tetsu's head. ]

How're you...

[ Vague gesture. Even after all this time, Aomine still can't just ask Tetsu how bad the heat has hit him at any given moment. ]

[saishoukara]

[Tetsuya likes how attentive Apmine usually is when his heat starts. At least at the beginning, because once the heat truly takes over, gentle is the furthest thing from his mind. that can be reserve for other times.

This time, it's not hitting too hard yet. If it were, Aomine would already be flat on his back with Tetsuya's hands ripping his uniform off. Or, if it were really bad, he'd be on the bed and unable to move. Possible locked in the bedroom if for whatever reasons his hormones were really driving him crazy.

He closes his eyes when the kiss falls on his head and walks closer so he can lean against Aomine's chest and just breathe in his scent for a moment. Much better than just the shirt. Until...]

Go take a shower. You stink.

Otabek

[juniorchampion]

⛸ ⛸ ⛸ ⛸

smashin the middle two together

[enthusiasticapplause]

[ Yuri has never been a favorite of the kingdom. He's loud, brash, and tends to just spout out whatever he wants whenever he wants because he's the prince and honestly who can stop him? The problem with that line of thinking, however, is that there are plenty of people out there who would like to try to stop him. And those people are strong, with many allies, and no matter how diligent, someone is bound to slip through the cracks.

It's why, in the middle of the night, the sound of hoof beats pounding across a path are the only sound in the forest outside of the castle. Otabek had been awake when the men had come, had tried to sneak into his Prince's room. Thankfully, the men had gotten turned around, and Otabek had managed--with some difficulty, as Yuri is never one to be anything but--to spirit him out of the castle. ]

Please, my lord, you need to keep your head down.

[ He glances downward at where Yuri is tucked in in front of him on the saddle. It was the easiest way in this moment; Otabek has another horse on a lead running behind them, but Yuri's riding skill, while quite good, wasn't going to be what he needed for a quick getaway in the night. He can ride his own horse on the morrow. For now, he'll have to suffer this. ]

Sleep, if you can. We ride until the horses need to rest.

[juniorchampion]

(The joke is on anyone who would think he'd be any different if he'd been born a peasant. He simply finds people in general annoying. They're loud and snide, and too quick to play games. Maybe it's the politics that keep Yuri so on edge. Maybe that's why he finds it easier with someone as straightforward as Otabek. He doesn't have to break down what is being said. )

We're running from them! (But even with Otabek, he's huffy tonight. The situation is a dire one, but no matter the circumstances, Yuri hates backing down. Despite his attitude, he normally works hard outside of the politics themselves. He shouldn't be the one running from his home.) We have swords, we can win!

('we' he says. )

I want to kick their asses!

(But beneath it all, he is shaken. He'd been asleep, defenseless when they decided to attack. Cowards.)

[enthusiasticapplause]

I know, my lord.

[ There's a faintly amused tinge to Otabek's voice as he says that, his gaze glancing downward again quickly to look at the top of Yuri's head. Yes, of course. 'We' have swords. And by 'we' it really means that Otabek has a sword, and Yuri has an Otabek, therefore Yuri also has a sword. It just happens to be in the form of his personal knight. ]

But you cannot do so if you are dead.

[ And he would have been if Otabek hadn't heard the men. He would have been if Otabek had decided to try to fight them off instead of fleeing into the night. He was a good swordsman, one of the best in the country, but even he would have been hard pressed to hold off the numbers that were there. ]

So for now, we run.

no meme, i do what i want

[phantom6th]

(Life returned to normal, to a degree. Kuroko remembers his time at the station, but he doesn't tell anyone about his foray into the world of deviant sexual experiences. He isn't ashamed of the things he did to make it home, and he won't allow himself to regret the people he spent time with, but it's over now. The inexperienced Kuroko has been replaced with someone who has more skill, but deep inside, he's still Kuroko.

Which is why it's time to follow through on the promise he'd forced out of Aomine. They both agreed to become something more official once they returned to Tokyo, and it's time to follow through.

He arrives around seven, well after practice has ended. Aomine doesn't live very close to his own house, but Kuroko didn't mind the trip. Instead of knocking, he removes his phone and sends up a text.)

I am outside your house.

as well you should

[bluesummit]

[ Being back home has been... weird. Aomine had been convinced, for a while, that maybe it had all been an incredibly vivid fever dream. Like maybe his mind had finally decided to be creative and make up this whole scenario. But there were little things that confirmed it all for him; Aomine had looked up the names of some of the people that had been there, had been able to find some of them (but not others).

So initially, he had spent some time feeling a little... morose? Yamagi definitely didn't exist in this time, not someone who lived on a colonized Mars. Aomine would be dead a long ass time before he was ever around. And Guanshan... no, he was staying on the station, he'd already said that. But maybe he'll get to see him some time in the future.

It was weird losing time. Aomine had lost a year in age. Strange.

All thoughts get erased by the appearance of that text, though. Aomine stares at it, his stomach doing a little flip as he reads it again and again. They had-- they talked about...

Aomine's downstairs a moment later to pull the door open, staring out at Tetsu on his doorstep in silence for a second. ]

Hey. You uh-- wanna come in?

[phantom6th]

Yes, please.

(Kuroko is still dressed in his school uniform, proving he'd come over without going home first. His school bag hangs at his side, the basketball hidden inside.)

There are things I believe we should talk about.

(They can hardly pretend they didn't have sex on a station designed for pleasure. They can't ignore the truth that came out and the promises they'd made.)

[bluesummit]

Ah. Yeah. We do.

[ Aomine steps back as he lets Tetsu in, closing the door behind them as he steps back into the house properly. He pauses at the foot of the stairs, glancing toward the living room for a moment before looking up the stairs. Eventually he glances back over his shoulder, once he's sure he has the uncertainty on his face under control. ]

You wanna head up to my room or just catch the couch?

iida the perfect boy

[villainlike]

[his heat cycles were always out of sync and a little unpredictable until he met tenya. before him hitoshi could go for months without feeling anything close to his heat and then suddenly be slapped across the face with a full body fever and anxious energy that was only subdued by medication the next day.

tenya didn't exactly fix his cycles, but being around him seemed to kick his hormones in line and for the first time since he first hit puberty hitoshi could almost predict when his next heat cycle would come around.

which would be soon, if the ever-growing pile of blankets and pillows gathered from around their apartment stuffed into a nest in a corner of their bedroom proved anything. feeling his next cycle come up he decided to take a week off from work, finishing up what he could from home and burning off his energy by picking up around their apartment. whenever tenya was home it was like a magnetic force that pulled hitoshi closer to him, almost constantly touching him in some way because anything less felt almost painful. the shifts in his attitude were slowly building up and all hitoshi could do was wait out the storm.

when iida comes home hitoshi is dozing curled up in their bedroom under a nest of throw blankets and pillows, tufts of messy purple hair peeking out over some of the pillows.]

the goodest of boys

[skanda]

[ By all rights, theirs is a relationship that should have never worked out. They were two people on very different ends of almost every spectrum, but the things that mattered were what kept them together. Mostly, at least Iida, he felt right when he was around Hitoshi. He felt like everything that had happened in his life was so that they could be together. Everything was good.

It didn't take him long to learn Hitoshi's little habits. When he comes home, the change in the atmosphere is almost palpable. The cushions from the couch are gone--the first sign. A small smile crosses his face as he toes off his shoes and steps in further into the apartment, wandering through until he reaches the bedroom.

Ah. There he is.

Iida makes his way over to the makeshift nest and crouches down, reaching out to gently run his fingers through the bits of Hitoshi's hair that he can get to. ]

Hitoshi. I'm home.

[villainlike]

[he stirs slowly at tenya's soft touches, a few grumbles as he stretches out a leg from the cocoon he's made for himself. when he opens his eyes to see tenya there he smiles sleepily and pushes himself up to steal a small kiss from him.]

Welcome home. [rubbing some of the sleep from his eyes he reaches out for one of iida's hands, already seeking some kind of contact with him.] Anything fun happen today?

[skanda]

[ Ah. Cute. The sweet little side of him that no one else gets to see is one of Iida's favorite parts of him. He smiles as his hand is snagged immediately and he scoots forward, bringing it up so he can run his fingers along his jaw. ]

Nothing too exciting today. Patrols. A couple of stolen purses returned. The usual.

[ He leans forward, hesitating for just a moment (is it a good idea?), before he places a soft kiss to Hitoshi's forehead. ]

It's that time again, huh?

a pure couple going lewd

[roundface]

[On one hand, Ochaco wanted to focus on her hero career. Her feelings for Deku had shaken her around and she wanted to make sure she wasn't just idolizing him. In retrospect, that made her feelings for Iida make a lot more sense. Iida was the first one to make her aware of the fact she wanted to emulate Deku. Him not siding with them in the Sports Festival and establishing himself as a rival...]

[Well, he had proved himself pretty cool.]

[So, they ended up going out, eventually. Just accept it, it's a long story and there's no time for explaining it. Not when there are more pressing tasks at hand.]

[They are having an entirely chaste little date in the dorm's common area. She doesn't hate it but, well...]

Um... Hey, Iida-kun... [she looks down at the glass of orange juice in her hands, pinks a bit pinker than usual] So, um...

Wow!! It's amazing how it's almost curfew time, huh? [there's that exaggerated enthusiasm that comes with her being nervous] Time flies when I'm talking with you, but, um... ... I still... want to talk more, you know? [Her cheeks get redder and redder. Keep it casual! It's just a chance and she should take it! Go for it, Ochaco!]

SomaybecanIgotoyourroomtonight?!

[She said it!! There's no way prim and proper Iida would agree to her real motive but maybe if she starts it off as just talking it'll work.]

gaaaaaaaaaaasp

[skanda]

[ It had been a little... awkward, when confessions had finally happened. The trio had been shaken up at first. Midoriya had been wounded, though he put on a brave face for them. But as time passed things eventually settled back to how they had been before. Except now he holds Ochaco's hand when they go to lunch, they eat off of each other's plates, he buys her things for innocuous anniversaries like "the first time we went to the movies".

Because he's like that.

He glances toward her at the sound of his name, tilting his head a bit as he watches her. He knows this speech pattern by now, the uncertain nervous energy and bright tint to her cheeks. She's building up to something. He just has no idea what it is.

It's a good thing he isn't taking a drink of his own juice when she finally gets it out. His own face decides to mimic hers, the tips of his ears going red as he looks around like he's making sure no one overheard the question.

Ochaco!! In his room!! Just the two of them!!

He nervously adjusts his glasses, takes them off, wipes them on his shirt, puts them back on again. Fidgets some more. Before he finally pushes himself up to his feet without a word and holds a hand out to her. ]

Yes! Let's go to my room! To continue talking!

[roundface]

[When Iida's face goes that red, two thoughts immediately hit her:]

[1) Maybe she'd overdone it, suggested something too improper, and poor Iida was scandalized.
2) He looked really cute like that!!!]

[Then, to her surprise, he agrees! Her lip trembles a bit like she can't believe it before breaking out in a kind-of-dumb-looking smile. She did it! He said yes! She'd cheer and jump in the air if it wouldn't attract a bunch of attention to their rule-breaking.]

Right! I love talking! Talking is the best! [She takes his hand and stands up, for a moment as stiff and angular as Iida's movements. Just an awkward couple heading to their room together! To talk! Nothing weird about it!]

[skanda]

[ Nothing weird at all!! It's a good thing pretty much everyone has gone off to their rooms already, most of them grumbling about the couple on the couch. It's okay, they just can't handle the cute. Who can, really?

Iida tries his very hardest to make sure his hand isn't trembling as he leads Ochaco over to the elevator and up to his floor. It's probably the quietest elevator ride he's ever had. They're breaking rules. Like delinquents.

The door too his room gets shut almost a little too quickly once they're in. What if someone had been peeking into the hallway!! He doesn't know!!

And... ah. It's not as though he hasn't seen Ochaco in his room before. She's often there, in fact, but there's always someone else, too, and usually for a study session. So this is... this is...

Iida glances between the bed and the seat at his desk and he decides to sit there, letting Ochaco have the comfort of the bed. ]

Make yourself comfortable, Ochaco-kun.

[ He doesn't have anything to offer her. What kind of improper host is he. ]

nsfw as hell

[tsukainikui]

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this one too

[crou]

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