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tanuki-kimono · 8 months
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Rustic early autumn hemp obi with adorable insects (cicada, dragonfly, beetles, ants and cricket) pattern, paired with a lovely checkered kimono.
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humanoidhistory · 5 months
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Space Shuttle Challenger towed by a custom-made big rig through Lancaster, California, July 1982. Photo by George R. Fry.
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sleeplessintokyo87 · 8 months
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Spring & Summer
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akimind · 5 months
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elevens.
a/n: ITS STILL OUR BIRTHDAY SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD ITS THE LAST FEW MINUTES IM NOT LATE IM NOT
content: angst
word count: 1.8k+
[ semi x reader ]
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“Happy birthday.”
Semi smiles at you as you hand him the small gift bag you spent far too much time putting together for him. No one, least of all Semi himself, will ever know how much you fretted over this gift for today. No one really needs to know.
“Thanks.” He shakes the bag a little, pretending to guess what’s inside, and you laugh, if only to humor him. He does it every year; you would know. “I wonder what you could’ve gotten,” he muses. “You always have a knack for things like this.”
You shrug awkwardly. “I wouldn’t say that,” you tell him, taking your shoes off at the door. “Just a weird recollection of what y—everyone happens to like.” The slight pause in your choice of words makes you stiffen on the inside. You bite your tongue as you pray he doesn’t notice.
Semi nods and his smile dampens a little. He studies at you for a moment, making you want to look anywhere else but at him and desperately hide. “Yeah,” is all he murmurs at first. Then, more quietly, like he’s testing out the waters, he asks, “So…how are you?”
You force a smile back and swallow down your scream. “I’m okay,” you say automatically.
And he just nods again, his own smile almost gone this time.
After a second more of piercing silence and taking all you can stand of the eye contact he doesn’t break, you clear your throat. “Um, so where is everyone?” 
He blinks. “O–oh, the kitchen.” He motions you further into his apartment and steps aside for you. “Go on in. I’ll, um, be right behind you. Here.”
You hesitantly give him your coat when he gestures for it, watching as he turns to hang it on a line of hooks on the wall. The moment his back is turned, you take your chance at a breather and escape to the other room.
“You came!” exclaims Tendou the minute he sees you, and you sigh with relief at his being here, not just as a friend but more so neutral ground. A buffer.
A second buffer comes in the form of Yamagata Hayato standing in the kitchen. He gives you an unbothered look when you enter and tips his drink your way. You stick your tongue out at him and make a face. It’s because of him that you’re even here in the first place, and the bastard had the nerve to make you come by yourself. The least he could’ve done was bring you with him so you wouldn’t have had to face Semi alone at the front door.
“You have to find a way to be in the same room as him, Y/n. You can’t avoid him forever.” It was two days ago that Yamagata had said that to you, two days ago when he’d barged into your apartment after hearing you wouldn’t be at one of his closest friend’s birthday party. The thing is, though, Semi isn’t just Yamagata’s friend anymore. It’s much worse than that now, a lot worse than you could’ve imagined four years ago. “Not with all our friends being friends with both of you,” Yamagata said. “What are we gonna do, never see you when he’s around and vice versa for the rest of our lives?”
You groaned at his rhetorical question. It felt like mockery when you’d already been turning that dilemma over in your head for weeks.
“I know,” you answered, rubbing your temple. “I know, Hayato, I just…it’s just going to be awkward…you know? I don’t want to make it uncomfortable for him. It’s his birthday, not mine.”
Yamagata groaned louder in return. “As the birthday celebrant, he himself said you were invited. So you won’t be making it awkward if you come. If anything, it’ll be more awkward if you don’t come. It’ll be obvious.”
“Isn’t is already?” you reasoned.
“A year ago, yeah,” he scoffed. “When your breakup was still raw. But that was a year ago, Y/n. You can’t honestly tell me nothing has changed until now.”
You said nothing. The word breakup still hurt more than it should’ve inside, and it took some tensing to force yourself not to cry, but you knew better than to tell Yamagata that.
He peered down at you with suspicion. “Has nothing changed until now?”
A shrug. “I don’t know.”
“Look here. And tell me the truth when I ask this.” He tugged you towards him and waited until you turned your head his way. His eyes were stern, but his voice gentle. “Are you okay?”
And you sighed, knowing he genuinely cared about your well-being. “I’m okay.”
Yamagata smiled. “So if you’re okay, there’s no harm in seeing him, right?” he said.
You sighed. “I guess so.”
He clapped a hand of encouragement down on your shoulder in pride. “There we go. So you’re coming. Right?”
And you dodged his next clap by stepping back swiftly, shooting him a look of reluctance yet defeat. “Yeah. I’ll come.”
Now, Yamagata is watching as you practically cling to him for comfort, as your eyes follow Semi for the entirety of the party, and your bottom lip is practically chewed raw in your palpable nervousness.
It’s been a few hours of this. He shakes his head above you. “What’s up?” he finally asks.
You glance at him then back at your cup. “Nothing,” you answer. Your fingers idly graze the rim, and your jaw clenches when you hear Semi laughing across the room. You wonder briefly when the last time you heard him laugh that way with you was.
Yamagata unglues his arm from your side and leans over the kitchen island to your level. “Hey…you okay?”
Your fingers stop tracing the glass and you say nothing for a moment; because the answer is no, but you consider lying to him for the sake of saving face. But when Yamagata taps the counter to tell you to look at him, you put your head in your hands and decide that, after doing it to yourself for the past twelve months, lying is the last thing you should be doing anymore. “No. No, I’m not, Hayato.” You say it with exhaustion, with fatigue and frustration, because you know it’s the wrong answer but it’s still the real one. It’s honesty, and it’s brutal. “I thought I was, but…” You rub your fists into your eyes so hard you see static. “…I’m not okay.”
When your hands stop digging into your eyes and you just let yourself stand there, slumped at the island and hiding your face, you feel Yamagata’s arm wrap steadily around your shoulders. You let him curl you into his side and he squeezes you once as if to say it’s okay. So you uncover yourself and tuck your hands to your chest, but still keep yourself half-shielded from the rest of the party by his body.
No matter how healed you thought you’d been to be able to come today, facing the reality of moving on without the person who once held your heart still proves to be impossible—especially when he is so close to you, yet somehow still feels so out of reach.
You realize now that you just might never completely be over Semi Eita.
Across from you, through the glass sliding door, Semi is sharing goodbye jokes to Goshiki when he catches a glimpse of you laying your head on Yamagata’s shoulder; and it’s just as Yamagata is pressing his lips to your temple, as Goshiki steps back inside and slides the door closed to mute the words Yamagata visibly says beside your ear, that Semi’s view is blocked by a head of fiery hair.
He feels an old, fleeting grip tighten around his heart at the loss of you from his sight.
Tendou interrupts his vision and cocks his head at him. “What’s wrong, Semi-Semi?”
Semi turns back around, facing away from the door and kitchen again. He stares hard into the darkness of the quiet, chilly night. Miyagi stares back, peaceful and comforting, but Semi feels nothing but torn conflict inside. “Nothing,” he mutters. “It’s nothing.”
His conscience taunts him through the wind and he nestles himself on his crossed arms on the balcony railing.
Until now, you’re still lying to yourself.
Luckily, Tendou doesn’t pry further, and even if he can tell something is wrong, Semi knows he won’t say anything to directly address it. It’s one of his better qualities.
Instead, he just hears, “Hey, it’s 11:11! Semi-Semi, make a wish!”
He turns his head to the side, still lying on his arms, and frowns. “You seriously believe in that kind of thing?”
Tendou nods with surety. “It’s 11:11 on 11/11. It’s your birthday. Make a wish!” he tells him. When Semi simply faces ahead and ignores him, Tendou steps closer and leans an elbow on the railing too. “Make a wish or I’ll make one up for you and tell everyone what it is.”
Semi groans and closes his eyes.
After a moment, Tendou pokes his arm. “Did you wish?”
Semi’s eyes open and side-glare him. “What do you think?”
His friend hums in satisfaction. “What did you wish for?”
“If I tell you, doesn’t that mean it won’t come true?”
Raising a brow, Tendou clicks his tongue. “Oh, so now you believe in this stuff, too,” he provokes. Semi grunts and looks away again as Tendou continues, “Well, you’re right anyhow. If you say it out loud, it might not come true.” He looks out to where Semi is looking, as if trying to see what his friend is sulking at. “But I wonder,” he says quizzically, “what sort of thing could Semi-Semi possibly wish for that he’s so afraid of not coming true?”
Semi doesn’t even look when Tendou simply pushes off the railing and traipses back inside the apartment. He can practically hear his maniacal laughing in his head. And it’s mocking him so much he shuts his eyes again, jaw clenched, and fires back with words no one can hear.
A lot, actually. A lot that you don’t know.
He doesn’t even know himself.
Because it’s his fault it’s like this. It’s his fault you’re in there while he’s out here, and you’ve barely spoken to him on his birthday, and that he wished on a star for the first time in his life. Desperate times call for desperate measures; and when it comes to you, there’s almost nothing Semi would turn down to pray to the universe for just one more chance.
Yeah…it’s all my fault.
Slowly, he lets his eyes open again, if only to escape the internal madness, and stares up at the infinite sky, allowing no one to hear him except for what he hopes is the merciful moon.
“…I guess I just wish for the impossible.”
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Trigger Warning: Mental Abuse, Father Trauma, War, Abandonment * It appears HG is resolved.
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klwl-truck · 10 months
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Tendou got everybody at Shiratorizawa popsicles!! He’s so nice :)
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trivijoy · 9 months
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   ﹒  (⑅˘ᵕ˘)/  ⁺   🎮   ⏖
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   ﹒  (⑅˘ᵕ˘)/  ⁺   🥣   ⏖
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fitbearcatcher · 6 months
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Nice hairy chub
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rollerman1 · 2 months
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humanoidhistory · 6 months
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John Berkey cover art for Red Limit Freeway by John DeChancie, 1984. (via)
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osamusriceballs · 1 year
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Sweet Treats with Shiratorizawa
Ushijima x Reader, Tendou x Reader, Shirabu x Reader, Semi x Reader
Warnings: None
About: Spending Valentine's Day with your boyfriend!
A/n: I'll probably write something for every school as a late Valentine's Day gift!
Sweet Treats with Inarizaki
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Ushijima.
It's nothing special. You know that.
Yet, you're still sure that Wakatoshi will appreciate and like it. You asked Satori about his favorite chocolate flavors, and he provided you with enough information about the actual process of making chocolate that your head was spinning, and you decided to make it from the scratch and just follow his instructions. Satori was very helpful during the process though, and you had no troubles at all to create a few pretty pralines. And now you find yourself waiting for Ushijima to come home to show him the cute heart-shaped pieces of art that you created just for him.
The noise of the front door opening interrupts your train of thoughts and makes you jump up from your seat to quickly make your way towards the entrance to greet your boyfriend.
And there he is in all his glory- tall and muscular, his ridiculously broad shoulders always make the front door look small in comparison, but what actually surprises you, is that he doesn't look sweaty, nor is he wearing his usual training suit. Instead, he looks rather formal and dressed-up, with a dark dress-shirt and formal black pants. He looks at you, and his olive eyes soften, and his lips curve to a little genuine smile.
"Hey," you return his smile and quickly hug him, and he instantly lets go of his gym bag to return the hug.
"Hey." He greets you back and wraps his long arms around you, and after a moment of being close, you both pull back for a short, sweet kiss.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too."
You never would have thought that this tall and stoic man actually carried a soft and gentle side to him back when you first met him- but even today you find yourself falling more and more for him when he shows his soft spot that he has just for you.
"I got something for you. I thought we'd celebrate this Valentine's Day according to Japanese traditions." You bring your hands to his shoulders and excitedly wait for his reaction, but you pause when you notice a worried frown on his face.
"But... I got something for you too." You're relieved after hearing his words and instantly relax in his hold.
"That's okay, you can give it to me next month or right now. I‘m fine with either option." His frown doesn’t disappear after your words though, and you slightly start to worry again.
"But I promised your parents that we'd visit them next week with good news."
"What good news? Why are you talking about my parents?"
You slowly try to put together the information that you have, and that's when it clicks.
Oh.
Oh.
"Don't tell me..."
"I actually wanted to ask you later, but y/n..."
He slowly lets go of your hips and smoothly gets down on one knee- and your jaw drops at the sudden realization that he is-
"Will you marry me, y/n?"
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Tendou~
"Y/n, I got something for you!"
It's the sweet singing voice of your boyfriend that makes you turn your head towards the entrance of the living room- and there he is. Your impossibly cute and absolutely adorable boyfriend with his hands full of flowers and chocolate and the widest grin you have ever seen on his face.
"Satori, what's all that?" Your eyes grow big when you realize that he probably got all of this for you- and it's more than even he could carry.
"I wanted to make some chocolate and a sweet dessert for you, but when I started I just couldn't stop, and then I thought about you, so I kept on going and going, and suddenly I had all of these done, and then I thought about how you once told me about your favorite flowers and then I went to the flower shop and then-" you managed to get closer to him during his cute rambling and interrupt him by pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He gasps surprised, but still returns the kiss and tries to hug you with his arms full of presents.
"Thank you, Satori. I love you"
"I love you too, y/n." He grins and carefully places the presents on the table before he wraps his arms properly around you.
"I also made some chocolate for you, but I'm sure that it's nowhere near as good as yours." His grin gets even wider at your words and he quickly leans down for another peck.
"Chocolate? Hand-made from the love of my life? I'm sure that nothing can taste as sweet as that. Oh wait, maybe-" He pecks your lips once again and pretends to think hard for a second.
"Maybe you actually taste sweeter than it. I need to another try."
"You haven't even tried the chocolate once!" You protest, and he laughs at your words.
"I wasn't talking about the chocolate," he grins and you smile when your lips meet once again.
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Shirabu:
It's early. Painfully early.
You know that.
But your plans to surprise your busy boyfriend with breakfast in bed are what actually make your body subconsciously jump towards your ringing phone, and you quickly stop the alarm before it could wake him up.
You freeze when you notice that the sound hasn't stopped- and that's when you realize that it's Kenjiro's alarm that's still ringing. He has the bad habit of letting it ring for forever, and it oftentimes happened that you woke up before he did and had to reach for his phone to turn off the persistent little device.
Now, however, he reaches for the phone, his movements just as sleepy and uncoordinated as yours, his messy bed hair adorably sticking into every direction and a tired huff leaving his lips. His body doesn't move for a few seconds, and you only stare at his back, confused why he set an alrm so early- and then he suddenly turns around. His eyes don't look sleepy anymore, it seems like his ability to quickly wake up whenever it's necessary now pays off.
"Why are you awake?"
"No, why are you awake?" You involuntarily reach for one of the strands that hang into his face and push it back, and his hand quickly comes up to presses yours against his cheek.
"You're gonna laugh when I tell you."
"I won't, Kenjiro. I promise."
He raises a brow like he doesn't believe you, but takes a deep breath before he finally answers.
"I wanted to make breakfast in bed for you. As a Valentine's Day gift."
"Really?" You smile and scoot a bit closer to him under the blanket, and he gladly wraps his arms around you and presses you against his chest to prevent you from seeing his reddened cheeks.
"Yes. I know that I've been busy with work lately, but I wanted to show you that I'm still so much in love with you. And that you deserve only the best, and that I will always do my best for you and spoil you."
Your heart skips a beat at his sudden passionate confession, and you quickly pull back to press a kiss against his lips, not caring about your morning breath, and he doesn't seem to care too, judging by how fast and passionately he responds to the kiss.
"I also wanted to make breakfast for you." You confess with hot cheeks, and his lips curl into a teasing grin.
"How about we spend some more time in bed, so I can show you how much I love you, and then we can prepare breakfast together?"
He rasps the words against your neck and is quick to turn you on your back until he's laying right on top of you.
"Sounds like a good plan," you respond and lean in for another kiss.
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Semi;
"I'm back." You hear this words while you're still humming and finally putting the casserolle into the oven. "I'm in the kitchen!" you yell back and quickly get rid of your pink apron with sweet little cartoons that Semi had gotten for you. You hope that you look nice and presantable now, and that no ingredients are stuck in your hair or somwhere else.
It's your first Valentine's Day together, and you decided to prepare his favorite meal for tonight, as well as dressing up prettily for him. He finally enters the kitchen, his guitar still on his back and a his leather jacket perfectly clinging onto his body. He looks so sexy and handsome, and you can‘t help but to admire him for a few seconds.
"I got something for you." His lips are curled into a soft smile, and you look at the bouquet of flowers in his hand that's impossible to miss due to the sheer size. "They are gorgeous, Eita." You take another step towards him, and he leans down to softly kiss you. "Not as gorgeous as you though, my little star." He scans your outfit quickly, and his gaze stops at your eyes. You shiver and try to hide your reddened cheeks, but he just grins and places the bouquet on the table.
"I got something else for you too. I wrote a song for you."
"Really?" You excitedly smile and look at him with stars in your eyes, and he scratches the back of his head, slightly embarrassed now.
"It contains the word "love" so many times, it's embarrassing actually. But I wrote it for you, and it’s for you only.“
You can't help but to grab his cheeks softly and press a sweet kiss to his lips that he returns instantly.
"I love you, Eita. So, so much." You slightly pull back, until your foreheads are touching, and you look deeply into his eyes to convey your feelings in every possible way.
"I love you too, my y/n."
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zorosprincess · 1 year
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Keeping Secrets
Pairing: Semi Eita x Reader
25 Days of Christmas Day 20
Request: Secret Relationship: #23 "And how much longer will you keep this a secret?" Prompts: #95 "I’m in love with your voice." #97 "Shhh! We’ll get caught!” “They’re gonna hear us.” “Then I guess you better be quiet.” “I want them to hear you." #114 "Are you asking me to fuck you stupid right here?" #140 “Don’t look at me like that and then feign innocence.” Wild Card: losing something and the other picks it up and calls after them // “I think the condom just broke.”
Word Count: ~1.7k Genre: Smut
A/N: For @kuroosdarling Aims-AIMS LISTEN IVE BEEN SO HYPED FOR THIS ONE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS!!!
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“Semi, wait!” His eyes had already locked onto you before you’d fully gotten out the words. He was halfway through the door to the backstage area and you stood on the other side of security. His eyes zeroed in on the small item that you grasped tightly in your outstretched hand-his wallet. Something he must have dropped on his way past where you’d been standing.
He smiled and waved at the security to let you pass by and get closer. “Hey thanks.” You looked at him starstruck and he gestured for you to follow him. “Hey, let me give you something to thank you.” You nodded as you quietly followed after him, glancing over your shoulder as you waved your friend off, a silent ‘don’t ruin this’ implied as she smirked at you. You couldn’t help but feel a little skittish as you walked back with him, eyes darting to make sure no one was watching you as you slipped into his dressing room with him.
Your eyes watched him as he moved to set his things on his table. You trailed your sight across his form, his jeans clung to his body and you couldn’t help but bite your lip at how nice his ass looked in his jeans. You tried to hold back a small giggle as you stared but-
“Are you asking me to fuck you stupid right here?”
“What?” Your eyes widened as your eyes snapped up to where his eyes were already staring at you through your reflection in the mirror in front of him. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment from being caught as you directed your stare away from him. “I-” you cleared your throat, trying to lean casually against the wall next to the door, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You saw him out of the corner of your eye turn and move towards you and suddenly his hand was on your jaw and tilting your head back to him. At this distance you could see his messy hair damp from his time on stage, already drying from the air conditioner running in the room. His lips were slightly swollen from the way he kept tucking them between his teeth during his set. “Don’t look at me like that and then feign innocence.” He leaned in closer and your eyes darted to the door.
“Eita,” you whined, hands coming up to press against his chest, “you’re too close, what if someone sees!” Your worried whispers made him laugh.
“No one’s coming in here, baby.” He brushed his thumb along your jaw and smirked as he watched your eyes fall to watch the way his adams apple dipped on his throat. “We don’t have to pretend here.”
“Eita you should wait until we’re home.” You pushed again but with less effort.
“Do you want to wait?” He asked, free hand finding the lock on the door as he leaned more into your space. You shook your head lightly, intoxicated by his proximity. You didn’t want to wait. “I didn’t think so.”
His hand came down onto your ass and the slap resounded in the room. You jumped lightly, and gripped his wrist in a panic. “Shhh! We’ll get caught!”
“It’s fine.” He muttered, leaning closer. You could feel his breath across your lips and you let your eyes fall shut, leaning up to connect your lips.
He easily used his body to press yours against the wall. His hands wrapped to tap on the back of your thighs, having you jump to wrap your legs around his waist. The kiss deepened as he lifted you away from the wall, your hands coming to wrap into his hair as he walked backwards, back to the vanity he’d been in front of just moments prior.
Setting you down on the vanity he was quick to swipe his arm across the top of it to clear it for you. There was a loud clatter as it fell to the floor and you gasped, pulling away. “Eita…” you whined as he began to trail his kisses down your neck, “careful, they’re gonna hear us.”
He huffed a laugh through his nose as he nipped at the sensitive spot on your neck to elicit a small noise from your throat. “Then I guess you better be quiet.” Your teeth bit down on your lip, muffling your noises as he pushed up your skirt and yanked down on your underwear. “You can be quiet, right?” He asked as he undid the belt of his pants, still littering kisses down your collarbone as you nodded along.
One of his hands came up, cupping the back of your neck as he brought you into another heated kiss. The other hand was fumbling with the packaging of a condom he’d pulled out of the vanity drawer. Your attention was drawn to the way his teeth pulled your bottom lip between them to pull on it a little bit.
You were so focused on his lips, so enraptured by them that you missed him lining himself up until he quickly bottomed out inside of you. The sharp gasp that left your lips was swallowed by his mouth as he deepened your kiss. There was a broken moan that left his own mouth as he felt you tighten around him.
“Fuck, fuck baby.” He mumbled as he held you to him by his grip on your neck. He tilted your head down, his forehead pressing to yours so the two of you could watch as he dragged his hips slowly away from you, reveling in the soft whine that escaped your throat despite your attempts to keep it down.
His hips bucked forward again and your eyes squeezed shut, attempting to stay silent as your fingers dug into his shoulders to cope with how the tip of his cock bumped against the perfect spot. Easy and practiced, knowing the exact angle to keep. His hips picked up an even pace and he smirked as he listened to your muffled moans mixing in with the wet sound of his hips hitting against yours.
His pace was unrelenting and consistent and you could quickly feel your stomach tightening up as he continued. His breath was hot against your face, your eyebrows furrowing as you got closer and closer and-
“Wha-” you were panting as he stopped suddenly, pulling out completely, “what’s wrong?” You tried to not whine as you tilted your head to look up at him.
His eyes were blown wide with shock, the concern on his face mixing in with small bits of regret. “I’m so sorry.” He mumbled, shaking his head, trying to step back but your hands kept him in place. "I think the condom just broke."
You paused, weighing the options in your head. It wasn’t like you hadn’t talked about it before. Briefly, albeit. Stop or keep going. “I don’t mind.” You mumbled, locking eyes with him. You watched as his eyes widened, processing what you said before they relaxed and darkened, taking you in-panting and half-undressed on his vanity.
“Fuck.” He cursed, pulling off the broken condom before moving back into place, his pace immediately resuming. “God you-” he moaned as he felt your wetness coat his length. Your hand came up to cover your mouth but he was quick to catch it and pin it next to your head. “No” He mumbled. “I want them to hear you.” You whimpered softly as he picked up his pace suddenly.
“Eita-” his name turned into a moan as he tilted your head up to look at him.
“Just look at me, yeah?” Semi muttered as his hand traced your jaw. “I’m in love with your voice baby, let me hear it?”
You couldn’t stop the moan that left your mouth then. Moans and curses, whimpers of his name fell freely as your eyes started to water, watching as his eyes grew heavy watching your body bend to his will. Now that your focus was off of staying quiet, keen on giving him exactly what he asked for, it was easier to let the feeling of him consume you.
“Come on baby,” he mumbled, his fingers easily finding your clit to rub against it gently, contrasting the sharp thrusts of his hips. Whines fell from your lips as your head fell back, begs for him to never stop as his lips connected to your throat again. “Let go baby.”
It was hard not to listen to him, to not obey as your back arched towards him, the tight feeling in your center releasing. His hips stuttered as you tightened around him and he fell over you, arms barely bracing himself to keep himself from falling completely onto you. His broken moans were pressed into the skin of your cheek as you felt him release inside of you, another whimper leaving your mouth at the feeling of it.
The two of you stayed there for a few moments, panting, trying to ground yourselves as you came down from your highs. His lips were soft against your temple as he detangled himself from you. He brushed his fingers against your skin as he helped you down.
You laughed softly at the shakiness in your legs. “Can you come home quickly?” You asked with a smile as he watched you make your way to the door. He nodded in agreement, still panting as he leaned against the vanity. You chuckled lightly, peeking your head out the door to check if it was clear before slipping out, the door falling shut behind you.
There was a knock on the door and he chuckled, fixing his pants as he walked towards the door. “Did you forget somethi-” he cut himself off as he opened the door and was faced with Shirabu instead of you. “Kenji?” Semi’s eyebrows drew together in confusion as his old classmate pushed in.
“And how much longer will you keep this a secret?” Shirabu asked as he laughed at the way Semi’s eyes widened. “Yeah, I’ve known for a while.” He laughed as Semi’s mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to find words. “Yeah, you both kind of suck at this whole ‘secret’ thing. You’re both too obvious. Have since high school.”
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moonshinenight · 3 months
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Die from Dir En Grey
I spent 2 days with painting this, still I have two other drawings which I didn't finish yet but I hope I'll finish them soon!
© Moonshinenight, XxTenshiDarkxX
My DeviantART and ArtStation: XxTenshiDarkxX
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Semi di cavolo cappuccio bianco varietà Copenhagen 2 e semi di pomodoro varietà Ace 55 VF, S. Marzano3, Cuor di bue.
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