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Star-Crossed | Fem/Football!AU

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“Don’t be late, you guys.” Her boss called out to her, causing Ibitani just to wave it off as usually, rushing to the car that has been loaded with various of bouquets and floral arrangements. This was a big deal: the store was asked by the city’s famous (female!) football player team to get these ready for the winning team. Of course, they were confident to be winning against the others (and so was Ibitani, she was always rooting for those playing for her hometown Hiroshima!), but even if they hadn’t won, she’d try to be a fair person about it and hand the bouquets to the opposing team with just as much of a bright smile than she would do for the Hiroshima team. As her big brother was driving the car (luckily he worked at the same store as her, so she’d always have someone familiar around), he couldn’t just keep the comments to himself. “Man, you were really behind in making the bouquets today, Ryou...” -- “So what?!” -- “Now we are going to be late for the whole thing! We already know that our team won, but duh...” -- “Yes, duh!!! If you hit the gas a little harder, we won’t be late?!” -- “Always so demanding, sheesh...”

For her brother, too, it was an honour to hand over these flowers to the winning ladies. Both of them were really patriotic not only for their home-country, but their hometown. So, it came to no surprise.

Once they arrived, both of them rushed to get all the bouquets carried to the ceremonial plateau of the field; if she had to do it all by herself, Ibitani would’ve surely stumbled over her own feet, or be way too late. But thankfully, there was still some band playing victoriously for no other than Hiroshima’s team! Lining everything up properly, she looked at her brother, instructing him how to be of any help to her ---- the deal was that she as the girl would have the honour to hand out the bouquets to each and every single team member who was actively playing on that day -- the so-called ‘bench warmers’ would get theirs afterwards by both of the siblings. But this was not part of the festivity, so she had to be on time with this whole procedure. “Don’t slack off, don’t be so slow, aaaahhh...” She whined and stomped a foot onto the plateau on which she stood, certainly receiving a few looks for her feisty and temperamental nature, but she really couldn’t be bothered; the last thing she wanted was to get scolded by their boss for her brother’s slow attitude, and it was most certainly not her fault for preparing the bouquets with love and admiration, therefore taking her sweet time on them.

As the music stopped playing, she nervously moved her hair behind her ear and tried not to freak out -- she was not the most social person, so saying ‘Congratulations on winning!’ to 11 women she had never met before was nerve-wrecking. Sure, maybe some of them went to high school with her, but that was all the more reason to freak out. With her brother’s help, she managed to hand over the bouquets to each of the girl, smiling at them brightly despite her flushed face from the excitement of talking to all these strangers -- more so, she was sure that she had seen some cameras for TV... all the more reason to be a nervous wreck!!!

At last, she reached a rather tall, buff and (quite frankly, butch) looking woman; if she hadn’t known better, she’d think that she stood before a rather handsome man. She had round features and feminine curves here and there, but all the while, she looked intimidating. Surely, most of these women did look intimidating (mostly with their on-field outfit, the protection and whatnot they wore, it made them look so much bigger and buffer), but if it wasn’t the height and body built, her magenta hair was surely something that yelled out ‘danger!’ or ‘don’t mess with me!’. Ryuu found herself staring up at the other for a moment, before she smiled just as sweetly as she did before, handing the bouquet to the woman.

“Congratulations on winning! Good job! You made Hiroshima proud!” She chimed sweetly, once the other got a hold of the bouquet, she put her hands on top of the other’s, pressing her grip on the flowers’ stems tighter, almost in an affectionate manner to show just how proud she was of the team. 

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Raven Hair | Past Life!AU

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As much as she hated the foreigners who bought her off of her family, she had to be thankful towards them from saving her -- starvation was not uncommon throughout Japan ever since the Outsiders invaded. Chinese, Europeans... she had no choice but to learn their language in order to fit in properly; they all grossed her out so much. Usually, she told her parents not to talk so poorly about foreigners -- they were just people, too. But she changed her mind quickly after being treated as a slave by men who didn’t even look like white faced men -- same Asians, just a different country -- she wouldn’t be surprised to be a slave to white men who deemed themselves above her race, but Chinese? It was disgusting. 

Day in, day out: she cooked them meals, cleaned their homes, had to let them grope her even though she was disagreeing to it internally -- she really did not want to have a knife to her throat another time, once was enough. Sometimes -- in her wildest and most insane fantasies -- she thought: ‘Maybe I would be better off living with the street rats, maybe they’d treat me better. I’m already being raped, I’m already a slave ---- at least they’d speak the same language as I do.’ And perhaps -- in an ironic constellation of stars -- kami-sama was listening to her and giving her what she begged for out of dry sarcasm.

“Hhh...?” Waking up in the middle of the night from turmoil, screaming men gurgling on their own blood as they fought for their lives, she saw a shadow figure approaching her room through the washi-paper doors that separated her room from those of the men, her heard beating faster and faster, hoping that this man would not come into her room to kill her too. She pressed a hand against her mouth, trying to be as quiet as possible, though soft whimpers were inevitable as she was scared for her dear life. Why would robbers be doing in this house? These Chinese weren’t as rich as some of the English or Dutch... it made no sense...

She already started looking around in her room, thinking about what kind of object she could use to whack it on the person’s head before running off. 

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Grinning at the other when he was praised for his silly remark, he had to giggle a little himself; was it really that genius? It was just... a play of words. But then again, as much as he looked up to Machimiya, he was not the brightest of them. That’s exactly why they made such a good team ---- Machimiya was the force and Ibitani the brains. Someone had to keep the redhead in check, right?

Once he dropped the pencil however, the blackhaired male tended his head and stared at his counterpart with wonder, sighing once he made the whole thing as obvious as one can -- he really didn’t want to study.

“Miyaaaa...” The smaller huffed, whined even, knowing it was not the easiest thing in the world to sit down and... write... read... get an idea of the issue at hand; but it was simply not going to work like that! Machimiya was the one who wanted to go to college or university, Ibitani was the one stuck with a family business, maybe if he was lucky, he’d put aside enough money to go to university a year later than the redhead, but honestly? Considering that Miya’s stars were shining down on him with such luck, as he would phrase it, he really was also pushing his luck ---- meanwhile, Ryou had nothing to win and nothing to lose, and he was the only one taking this at least semi-seriously...

Looking at the paper before him with some notes and a few doodles here and there, he started muttering, hoping that the other would not hear his bratty attitude, but also not wanting to keep it to himself entirely. “Well, you’re the one who wants to go to Yonan... so, you should be more interested in this than me.” That was quite the attitude he had there, but then again: who could blame him? Was he salty about this whole thing? Yeah!!! But we are talking about his best friend moving away for university... and he was not one of the most popular with his creepy, weird hobbies.

Trying to motivate his counterpart, he just started taking more notes, hoping that once he stopped talking and started working, Eikichi would follow suit; but following suit was rarely an option for that hot-head, right?!

“Do you ever think about how studying is just ‘student’ and ‘dying’ put together?”

“ shit, ibi, you’re a genius. “ he said with a laugh – dropping his pencil on the clean paper in front of him. it was obvious that there wasn’t much studying going on between them; considering that they were major distractions to each other. “ i feel like i’m dying – do we really have to do this? “ && it was ibitani who pushed them to study together. despite his foolish appearance, machimiya had faired himself pretty far only on winging it. hiroshima might have been a tech school, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t just as hard as any other school to get into. 

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Send me ‘I want the K’ in the inbox and I’ll generate a number

arosu-sama:

Version 2! Original post is unavailable, sorry about that!

Me and input-command have collaborated and decided to make the meme bigger, more fun and crazy. We think we made it more complete and random than it was before. Happy drawing or whatever you’ll do with it! :D

Use https://www.random.org/ to generate a number!

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Back Kiss

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: ULTRA Forceful Kiss

21: Kiss in the Rain

22: Butt Kiss

23: Uppercut “Kiss”

24: Disgusted Kiss

25: Nose kiss lvl 2 - grab it with your mouth

26: Pocky/Spaghetti Kiss

27: Sub Sandwich Kiss

28: Hair Kiss

29: Ear Kiss

30: Accidental Kiss

31: RAGE Kiss

32: Wedding Kiss (let the ship sail)

33: Awkward Kiss

34: Inexperienced Kiss

35: Death Kiss

36: Kiss with explosions in the background

37: Anime Kiss

38: Greeting Kisses

39: Animal kiss

40: A Lot Of Kisses

41: Naughty Kiss

42: Potato Kiss

43: Kiss on the tongue

44: Then there’s tongue

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OOC;

i love my upgraded ibi so much he is the sassiest piece of shit :^)

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keeping one hand planted behind the boy’s head on the wall, he allowed him to rattle off his meaningless insults. they were shallow && had no true malice behind them, they both knew that. “eh? you want me to kiss you? is that what you’re going on about? “ in all honesty, it was simply meant to startle the other – a simple act of creating a loud noise behind his head in a swift manner for a cheap trick. but it had gone much further than that after ibitani’s little speech. now he had a new objective to make him eat those words.

leaning in, machimiya placed his other hand gently on the wall closer to the other’s hips rather than up near his head. “ you’re hardly wide enough to be a tree, honestly~. “ he chimed, playing into his little jokes. burying his face into ibitani’s neck, he took a long inhale as he moved up to his ears – the scent of shampoo was all he caught, obviously from his rather long black locks. as if were taking the bait, he pressed a few quick kisses to ibitani’s jawline – but that was all he would get for now; he wasn’t afraid to be a filthy street dog, but he also wasn’t generous.

There wasn’t much that would startle him whenever Machimiya would do such things; sure, that guy was intense and did a lot of random things, however, Ibitani got so used to this man, he would only be startled if he’d walk up to him bloodied and beaten up. Though, that wouldn’t be the first time either, but hopefully it wouldn’t happen too many times in the future.

“Mhm~?” Murmuring sensually almost in a purr, he stared at the man with his eyes becoming mere slits, his mouth moving into a wider grin. “Maybe, I am going on about a kiss... so~?” Tending his head a little, almost as if he were ready to receive one, though he knew that Eikichi wouldn’t be that easy. And wouldn’t comply to those kinds of things too soon either.

Feeling the man approach him closer, the smaller male tensed up and cocked his head towards one side, shivering as he felt the man’s breath on his collarbones and up his jawline, hearing and feeling how he inhaled his scent so obviously, it gave him goosebumps; it even caused for the black-haired male to close his eyes in anticipation, his chest heaving some as he panted a little faster.

His lips curled up needily, biting down his lower lip upon the touch of Machimiya’s mouth spreading gentle kisses to his neck, visibly melting ---- it was always for a nice change to have the red-head become so tender with him and he had no shame in showing just how much he was enjoying himself, hoping that sometimes he would be treated like this more frequently, but also knowing that this was not the guy’s style.

When he stopped, Ryou opened his eyes slowly, knowing that he was probably already looked at by his counterpart and maybe even mocked for enjoying himself so much over such a small thing, but he didn’t bother too much about Eikichi being an asshole whenever he would make fun of him; he knew that this was just their way of expressing each other’s feelings, and more so, he also took note of how the taller would treat other people, headbutting team mates and playing with girls left and right ------ Ibitani did get the special treatment and it felt good.

“Are you shy today~? How cute, Miya~...” Grabbing the man’s collar and pulling him closer roughly, he breathed against his lips and stared him right in the eyes, showing his feisty side. “You look even cuter when you’re close and I just refuse you to cum... your expression gets all strained and desperate sometimes... and you curse so much, mhmmm... maybe I’ll do that again if you keep refusing me...” Leaning in to place a gentle kiss to the man’s lips, he breathed against his mouth, trapping his lower lip between his pearly whites, locking eyes with him furthermore, confidently so. Only to suddenly push him away roughly, as he let go of the front of the man’s shirt, smirking all smug at him.  Two could play that game.

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Send 😈 to slam my muse against the wall and bite into their neck with lust

“What the hell, Miy—-!!!”

Being infuriated by being pushed against a wall so roughly, he was used to their rough-housing, but that was out of nowhere. Sure, there was some tense air between the two of them —- but Ibitani was oblivious of how much of a cock tease he had been towards the red-head in the previous hours, let alone days. Ryou just had his way of making comments to tease the other, honestly thinking they’d be brushed off like water off a duck’s back, but apparently, it did something to the taller male. Something that would awake an animal, or a beast.

His angry whining was soon shut down by the feeling of teeth down his neck, inhaling sharply from the pain, trying his hardest to keep a squeal inside, knowing just how loud and high-pitched he could get when caught off guard.

“A–… h–… hff—-f-fuck…” The black-haired male urged out as quietly as possible, knowing this would bruise, but feeling oddly good about such a mistreatment, with his hands flat on the wall behind him, fingers twitching in both excitement and greed, he slowly moved them over Eikichi’s stomach to his broad chest, digging his nails into the flesh through his button-up, arching his back to tease his counterpart more and grind against his thigh with his own crotch.

Chuckling in his throat as he got a small breather, peeking through half-lidded eyes at the red haired man. “My, my, Miya~… pent up urges, much? Maybe I look like a tree this time, you horny dog.” Clearly, even now he was prodding and pushing his luck, grazing his fingernails over the man’s nipples through the thin fabrics, knowing how sensitive his chest had gotten thanks to the rough treatment during training. “You make my knees so weak, Miya, and I feel dizzy. I swear, if you stop now, I will punish you with worse.” Knowing, how needy the man could get, he would easily just tie him up and toy with him, but never giving him whatever he wanted —— Ibitani might behave like a whimp sometimes, but only so he would have an advantage over others, being the sly fox he was. “I feel so hot, Miya~… I can’t take it~…” Purring against the man’s ears like that, he was just aiming for the hardcore actions —- he might as well walk it off, if he wasn’t going to get laid, but he just wanted to drive Machimiya crazy with all those sensual words gushing out of his mouth so needily.

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ibitani ryou - yowapeda @ animaritime 2015. so many tertiary characters with asshole faces in this show, i love them all!

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Local tool with tablet chooses to draw minor character hoping to make sticker sheets

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Hiroshima! Life’s a beach ;)

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ibimiya requested by braces-kun!

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bike doodle

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Send 😈 to slam my muse against the wall and bite into their neck with lust

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“They’re not even that good-looking.”

“Do I hear jealousy, Miya?” The black-haired guy nudged the other’s arm as he leaned in to look more closely at his face. “Have you seen that guy’s biceps? I’d love to shove my face against those…” Knowing that Machimiya had bigger biceps than the guy passing them, he just wanted to cause for the red-head to show off his own biceps in front of Ibitani, so he could gawk at them and touch them. That was his little game he played —- Eikichi wasn’t the smartest like that, but it wouldn’t change that he really cared about this guy, from the bottom of his heart.

“I thought a guy like you wouldn’t be jealous. I should be jealous, every time you look after some bitch’s ass. Or stare at their cleavage. At least I stare after guys.” And with that said, Ryou leaned his chin into his palm and let his eyes wander off to look at pedestrians. 

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kabedon

“You don’t scare me, Miya~... what do you want this time? My notes? Some lunch money? Or maybe a ki~ss? Wouldn’t that be lewd, Miya? Someone might walk by and see~...” Clicking his tongue playfully, he really didn’t care much if anyone saw them being this close or even making out. Well, ok, maybe making out would embarrass him a little bit, but a simple kiss wouldn’t be too extreme. 

Moving his his index finger to poke and prod against the man’s chin, he gave his usual shit-eating grin. “You’re like a filthy street dog in heat, ready to hump a tree or something.” He just loved teasing the other with those semi-insults, but they were just friends like that who weren’t afraid to rough-house a little with each other. 

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Send ™ and my muse will do a poor imitation of yours.

“Eh? Eh-Eh? Ibi~, what kind of homework did we have again? You’re such a genius, Ibi~! Eh, let me copy your notes, please, Ibi~! I’ll buy you lunch, if you do that for me~, eheheh~!”

Yepp, that was over the top, and more so a sly hint that he wanted to get his lunch bought by the other, for he had spent all of his pocket money already.