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He kept his back turned to the other, feeling lithe fingertips across his back before actually turning to face the other captain. He had to give himself a moment, the memory of a flushed and sweaty Tooru sucking the life out a water bottle was suddenly replaying itself in his mind.
He follows Oikawa into the furthest stall catching the door right before the other could close it.
"Waka-chan, what is it?" He asks, chestnut eyes brimming with what was genuine surprise as far as Ushijima could read. He took a step closer and he watched as those eyes slowly softened, becoming a bit hazy just as the space closed between them. He was already leaning in to meet the other's lips as he closed the door and secured the latch. His eyes were closed as their lips brushed, the gentle brush of teeth along his lower lip all the consent he needed to pin his partner to the wall. Tooru moaned softly into his mouth, a smile soon parting the lips against his own.
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"you'll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. you'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. so be sure when you step, step with care and great tact and remember that Life's a Great Balancing Act."
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"Take my hair down, Aniki," he ordered softly. Golden irises were warm with lust, and he shifted to accommodate for the younger sitting up to reach over him. Tarou's fingers were strong but gentle, combing through ebony locks. Jirou's gaze fell to the other oodachi, meeting his eyes once more as he carefully removed the delicate hairpiece. There was surely a reason for this, Tarou thought, but he couldn't find it. After all, his thoughts were clouding a bit at this point.
Jiroutachi was pretty, he had to admit. Beautiful, in fact. Taroutachi watched the way his long hair fell, now the same length as his own since it wasn't pinned up. He ran his fingers through it once again, finding no tangles and watching as the locks shone in his hands. He didn't get it, just how he always ended up in this situation with the older blade. They'd always been together, though. Made for the same purpose and made for each other. He could never consider it wrong, just… not his first thought when it came to passing time.
Jiroutachi made it hard to say no, though.
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In which Koujaku cooks for Noiz.
Written for Day 1 of Noiz week.
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It wasn't particularly great, he knew. He just used his hands to hold the other in place as he rolled his hips into soft flesh. He didn't want to be too rough, though he was quietly consumed with the urge to nibble the other's ear or dig his teeth into collarbones that looked as fragile and pure as porcelain. He didn't though. His rhythm was that of a metronome on allegro. He wasn't pushed any faster by his partner than he felt comfortable, and he didn't go any slower than he had began. But he still felt like he was letting the older male down. Like he ought to have done better, like he ought to have the other exalting his name and punctuating every syllable. It was clear that, at the very least, this was not Mikazuki's first time.
And that bothered him a bit.
Knowing that, his feelings of inadequacy nearly quadrupled and he couldn't help the droop of vulpine ears. He didn't know why it mattered so much that he did well, but he was afraid that if he didn't, the elder blade would vanish as mysteriously as he had arrived to the citadel. They had done so much growing together, he didn't want that time to end, to fade to memories. Not when...
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how to cross the coals (and not get burned) by shitmaus (fideliahoney)
Fandoms: Critical Role: Exandria (Web Series)
28 Feb 2026
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“I believe I made a fool of myself last night,” Caleb admits, looking down into his cup.
Molly perks up immediately. “Well, as someone who constantly makes a fool of himself, I'd be delighted to hear your story.”
(or: On their last night in Hupperdook, Caleb and Molly stay up for another drink.)
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03 Mar 2026
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There were a lot of things Iwaizumi was expecting from his first year in university (more freedom, less worry, and a helluva lot of stress surely took the top spots in his checklist) but a cocky, pompous, idiotic, clingy, bad-tempered, prostituting roommate was not what he had in mind.
Good god.
But through bloody noses and nostalgic nightmares, midnight meals and messy bedheads, awkward situations and even awkwarder encounters with certain grudge-holding exes, Iwaizumi comes to learn that there are just some things (some people) that can't be left alone.
Even someone as annoying as Oikawa Tooru.
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07 Mar 2016
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"Mmm, what are we doing," Kuroo asks, a barely-coherent mumble.
"Not much," Kenma says, voice a raspy whisper. "Just this."
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22 Feb 2016
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“All you’ve done is sit to the side and let yourself be burned by all your desires instead of doing something about it,” Kuroo divulged as he watched Akaashi strip, “So, I’m going to take over control. I think that’s what you need, Akaashi.”
(Read: After sheltering feelings for Bokuto for years, Akaashi's world gets shaken up when Bokuto gets a boyfriend. Then he falls for the boyfriend. Kuroo uses sex as the language to help them understand each other.)
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14 Feb 2016
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It is rare to see Ushijima Wakatoshi and Iwaizumi Hajime agree on anything. Usually all they do is butt heads: over sport, over dinner, over the amount of dishwashing liquid used in the sink.
But with Oikawa Tooru bound, gagged, and dripping in front of them, they find that there are some things they really do agree on.
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13 Feb 2016