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my illustrations to go with @meythecat‘s fic, for @ohshc-music-room3-zine!!

p.s. u can read mey’s piece here :^3c

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Ouran Highschool Host Club: the anime that appeals to all your kinky fantasies and then shames you for it two seconds later

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Even tho they changed so much from the original manga, it was adorable, and this ending… MY HEART ;______________;

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Another Night

Another night of breathless, sweaty sex finds Takato tucked under Junta’s arm, face pressed into his armpit, breathing him in softly, as the man snores gently above him. It had started tonight, like it always starts when Junta is involved - innocent, light kisses turning needy by every minute spent in Takato’s presence, until the hands that a minute ago had been harmlessly pushing away Takato’s jacket, began insistently pulling at his hips, lips and teeth marking pink, purplish bruises across his collarbone, and hands claiming the swell of his ass, as ‘Mine’. 

Takato was tired, he really was. The day had been taxing enough as it is, and now his body felt equally exhausted. Junta wanted so much from him that Takato’s body simply couldn’t give – couldn’t keep up. He was getting old, plain and simple. It was becoming harder and harder to deny it by the day, when it seemed like every morning that he looked into the mirror, the skin of his cheekbones was becoming less and less taut, the bags under his eyes more pronounced, his face wearing the markings of time and age like a reluctant performer unwilling to don the attire of his role.

But Junta, he was young. Too young to be with Takato, anyway. Too young to be having sex with him, too young to be in love with him. They had a good eight years between them, and to Takato, that was not a thing to be taken lightly. Junta… he should be looking for others – men, women, neither, both – anyone, his own age. Not him, not some aging veteran who was already passing into ‘yesterday’s news’.

But God, did it feel good to be with him. When he kissed the sagging skin beneath his eyes, the flap of fat on his cheeks, under his arms, on his belly, on the backside of his thighs, with the reverence and adoration only reserved for the most gorgeous of deities – time was lost to them. And age dissolved, until they were no more than lovers twisted around each other’s bodies in a language as old as time – smiling into breathless kisses, growling into them. Praying they would never end.

Takato prayed, yes, but the voice in the back of his mind had already begun counting down the ticks to the last time, even though they had just begun this tryst.

A gentle kiss to the top of his head brought him back to the present.

“What are you thinking about,” the voice inquired, warm, breathless, soft, “…Takato-san?”

“N-nothing,” he was quick to reply, and Takato once again reprimanded himself inside his head for sounding so dismissive. Why did he always have to talk like that, act like that, with a man who gave him so much pleasure and happiness?

“Chunta…” he tried again, raising his head from the man’s chest to look into his eyes. “Why do you always… do that?”

Junta’s eyebrows furrowed in worry and confusion, and realizing how accusatory his tone sounded, Takato added, “When we come back from shooting, you always…”

“I always…?”

“Jump me. Like that. Like you can’t keep your hands off me.”

Junta’s worried expression morphed itself into a smirk and Takato found himself blushing. “You… don’t like it?”

“No, no, I didn’t –”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I… Not stop. I just…” Takato trailed off, and Junta, being Junta, sat up on his elbows, and caressed his cheek.

“What’s bothering you?” he asked him, eyes full of that damned molten gold that always turned Takato into putty in his hands. Takato cursed internally.

“I’m too old for you, Chunta,” he managed, eyes looking away, towards the window, even as strong arms remained wrapped around his slim frame, gold eyes beckoning him to pay attention.

“What has that got to do with anything?”

“You should be –” he sighed, “You should be out with people in your circle. I’m old news, you’re –”

Lips trailed up his neck, making him shiver.

“You’re wasting your time with me,” he said.

“Am I, now?”

It both amazed and annoyed Takato how utterly calm and rational his voice always managed to be. Here he was, having an existential crisis, and Junta wouldn’t even acknowledge the pity party he was throwing for himself.

“Hey, are you even listening?”

The man’s nod reverberated in the hollow of Takato’s collarbone, and he felt his lips curving upwards into a smile against his skin. “We’ve had this discussion before, Takato-san…”

“When?”

“Yesterday.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“Well, that’s because I made you forget,” he said, and Takato received no warning before he was being flipped over onto his back, strong muscular legs parting his, settling between his thighs.

“Well… maybe you shouldn’t. Make me forget,” Takato replied, looking up into Junta’s eyes, “You’re young, Chunta. You think you love me, but you don’t know how you feel, and I don’t want you to regret –”

At this, Junta groaned, and leapt forward to catch Takato’s already kiss-bitten lips between his teeth. “Please don’t tell me how I should feel, Takato-san…” he said, the vibrations of his voice making Takato shudder beneath him. “This, what I feel for you,” he moved Takato’s hand from his sides to cup at his cheek, “is real. Please don’t nullify my feelings for you on the basis of age. Please don’t say I don’t know how I feel,” his teeth let go of his lips, and kissed the sides of the man’s mouth once before continuing, “Because you’re the one person for whom I know what I feel is real.”

“Please tell me you feel it too,” he pleaded.

And his eyes, God, those eyes of his that were sincere enough to convince him the Earth was flat, how could he resist them when they were coaxing him so, persuading him to believe in his feelings for him?

And so, when Takato lunged forward, and they began their exploring once again, he could swear with every kiss pressed to his temples, and every gentle thrust inside that touched him just right, the weight of the baggy skin and time and age began fading, taking his insecurities with it, and leaving him with only the molten gold warmth above him.

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Volume 12 Chapter 2 in a nutshell

Kuze: I’m aiming for Kamiki. So don’t touch him, ok?

Morinaga:

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I wanna see a part

In koisuru boukun where a female is genuinely interested in Senpai and asks him out on a date. With this we would be able to see what excuses he would make up or NOT, this providing more insight into how Senpai feels. Whether he actually ponders it, thinking maybe he could have a normal hetero life OR disregards her and truly wants to keep on with Morinaga.

I would LOVE to see this situation and the information and insight it brings forth.

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Ah.

I knew they’d come for him.

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figure skating asks

triple axel: what was a really embarrassing moment for you? 

grand prix final: what is your biggest aspiration in life?

mirai nagasu: if you had one superpower, what would it be?

yuzuru hanyu: what is something you are really good at?

quadruple jump: what languages do you speak?

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nathan chen: what is something you wish you could have?

pair skate: what is your favorite band/singer?

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I LOVE TOTAKA SO FUCKING MUCH ❤

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Just because I can’t stop laughing at this.

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THE DAKAICHI TAG HAS BEEN MOVED TO ITS OWN THING AND IS NO LONGER UNLISTED ON AO3

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Dakaretai Otoko 1-i ni Odosarete Imasu - ep 03 (backgrounds/scenery - part 2)

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Dakaretai Otoko 1-i ni Odosarete Imasu - ep 02 (backgrounds/scenery - part 3)

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Junta & Takato dancing together  (part 1)