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Yuri on Ice interview translation - CREA 2017/03 (p34-35)

Second part of the YOI interviews featured on CREA. As for the one with Kubo, more than “interviews” they are like “mini articles” that incorporate what the interviewed people said. The interviews are with Kenji Miyamoto (choreographer), Eiji Abiko & Junpei Tatenaka (figure skating animators), Yuuko Sagiri (original costume designer), Keisuke Tominaga (music producer).

Random note: thanks to this magazine I was finally able to know that Sagiri’s name is “Yuuko”. When I translated her interview on Pash I did lots of research but wasn’t able to find out the pronunciation so I used Yuiko because that was what came out searching for the name alone, but now it’s confirmed that it’s Yuuko so as soon as I have time I’ll edit that interview to fix it. I swear all magazines should be obliged to provide the pronunciation of names, because sometimes it’s really hard to find out how the kanji are pronounced when it’s not famous people with Wikipedia pages and such…

By the way, the issue of Pash coming out today (Feb. 10th) has an article I was really looking forward to (the second part of Kubo’s detailed commentary on each episode), so I’ll probably spend the night translating it when I get home from work. Also because I want to post it before the YOI all night event on Saturday (I’m going to the live viewing).

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The reality as expressed by 5 people who created “Yuri on Ice”

Reality #2: Choreography x Kenji Miyamoto
“The footage taken with the camcorder was the key to create realistic and powerful anime scenes”

Profile: From Hyogo prefecture. After retiring from competitive ice dance in 2006 he started working as a choreographer and commentator. With director Sayo Yamamoto’s “ENDLESS NIGHT” for the first time he was involved in creating figure skating choreographies for an anime.

The choreographies for all characters’ programs were created by choreographer Kenji Miyamoto. He created them integrating the music with the information he received from director Yamamoto and Kubo regarding the characters and their programs. What was different than usual is that the songs for the FS were 4 minutes long instead of 4:30 minutes.
“In the anime characters need less strokes to speed up, so it’s possible to use less ‘transitions’, the movements connecting different techniques. I cut down on those and made the programs more compact.”
Miyamoto was filmed with 4 fixed cameras and 2 portable camcorders as he danced all the programs, then the footage was edited into a multiframe video based on which the animated figure skating scenes were created.
“I believe that the footage taken with the portable camcorder, that filmed me up close, is what made it possible to create realistic and powerful tournament scenes.”
After watching the finished anime, Miyamoto commented that the characters’ monologues during their performances are realistic.
“When you are performing lots of things are whirling around inside your head. In my case it wasn’t words but still pictures, like photographs. I was happy that they expressed the athletes’ feelings.”


Reality #3: Animation x Junpei Tatenaka & Eiji Abiko
“The performances look realistic thanks to Miyamoto-sensei’s choreographies”

Profile: Animators working for the anime production company MAPPA. Specialized in sports and action scenes. They both created animation for director Sayo Yamamoto’s “ENDLESS NIGHT”.

Animation of the figure skating scenes was created by action specialists Junpei Tatenaka and Eiji Abiko. “It’s the first time that we digitally create 2D pictures after deciding the camerawork. It was very difficult because we had to figure out how to do everything”.
Tatenaka, who was already a fan of figure skating, says: “For the moments I believed to be the ‘highlights’ of a performance I would add 1-2 extra stills. This way, I was able to draw out a little what in the live footage only lasted an instant.” They actually made jumps much higher than they are in real life.
“While being aware that real skaters wouldn’t jump that high, I still wanted the scenes to be striking, therefore I was always looking for a good balance between realism and what could be allowed in animation.” (Abiko)
They both agree that Miyamoto’s choreography footage was the most important factor that allowed them to create realistic performance scenes.
“When there was a key point in the music, Miyamoto-sensei would pose with all of his body creating a beautiful line, from his fingertips to the tips of his toes. It was very easy to draw.” (Tatenaka)


Reality #4: Costumes x Yuuko Sagiri
“I think the only difference is that there were no budget restrictions (LOL)”

Profile: Ballroom dancing costume designer working for the ballet & dance supplies maker Chacott. She has designed figure skating costumes for athletes such as Nobunari Oda and Akiko Suzuki.

Yuuko Sagiri, designer of the athletes’ costumes, created the designs giving importance to functionality that would improve a skater’s performance and to elements that would make the character’s personality stand out, just like she does for real costumes. She chose materials, cuttings and decorations that would actually be employed in costumes used for real performances.
“Normally I objectively watch an athlete’s past performances to understand their level and what kind of movements they are skilled at, and this is then reflected in the design. This time I based the design on the characters’ setting materials, the information I received from the director and the choreography footage by Miyamoto-sensei. I think the only difference is that there were no budget restrictions (LOL).”
Regarding Yuuri’s costume, she mentions that she wanted to reflect the fact that he is psychologically weak and gains weight easily.
“I added shining decorations on his chest so that his face would look bright even when he is tense. The cuts on the waist are to make him look slim.”
Actually, she also designed a costume for Yurio’s exhibition. Sagiri said that she created the design thinking of what “Yurio would really want to wear”. We’d definitely like to see him skate with that costume!


Reality #5: Music x Keisuke Tominaga
“I added melody to the beautiful lyrics that is ‘Yuri on Ice’”

Profile: From Kanagawa prefecture. Music producer. He founded PIANO INC. in 2012 and is the current representative director. His main works include the Pocari Sweat 2016 commercial “Kimi no Yume wa, Boku no Yume.”, the TV anime “Zankyou no Terror”, etc.

When creating the music for this show, music producer Keisuke Tominaga constantly asked himself whether it was music you could dance to.
“I would move my hands, feet, my whole body, sometimes even checking the rhythm like a conductor or a dancer. Figure skating has many elements that resemble ballet, so to express the elegant movements of the body I used many tunes in triple time like waltz and bolero.”
Most of the classical and orchestra tracks were created by Taku Matsushiba, while the vocal tracks and modern band songs by Tarou Umebayashi. They worked on the music as a team, always communicating with each other.
“The world created by Kubo-san and director Yamamoto was like realistic and beautiful ‘lyrics’, and I feel that our role was to create a ‘melody’ for those lyrics. In fact, when I joined together Yuuri’s FS song “Yuri on ICE” and Victor’s recorded voice for the first time, the lines sounded just like the words of a song, and I can’t describe how moved I was. I believe that this strong, deep expression that you would not be able to obtain with music alone is what realistically affects the viewers.”


Bonus in case you haven’t seen it already: Sagiri’s design for Yurio’s exhibition program.

You make him cum in his pants (Luke)*

MASTERLIST

Anonymous said: “Can you do a 4/4 preference where you make them cum in their pants?”

yes, of course! x (I decided to do them separately though, the links to the other boy’s are down below)

links: CALUM ASHTON MICHAEL

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You and Luke are having a movie night in with the boys at your place. You are currently sitting in your living room, you and Luke are curled up together on one of the couches while Calum and Michael has the other couch and Ashton at the loveseat. You are watching a really bad movie, the guys seem to like it but it’s definitely ot your taste of film, instead you entertain yourself by cuddling with Luke. You take in all his features, watching as his face changes along with the events on the tv. 

“Why are you staring at me?” He suddenly whispers, a small smile playing on his lips, and you avert you eyes, looking at the screen instead.

“I wasn’t.” You whisper back.

“You most definitely were.”

“I w-”

“Can you two shut up? I’m trying to watch the movie.” Michael says and cuts you off in the middle of the sentance.

A few more minutes pass and you are getting more bored by the second, you don’t want to watch the movie but you definitely don’t want to move away from Luke’s warm embrace with his arms around you, chin resting on the top of your head. 

Maybe if you could reach your phone in your pocket, you could come up with something to do. You try to wiggle your arms out of your boyfriend’s grasp to get to your front pocket. In order to reach down, you need to shuffle back a few inches, otherwise you won’t be able you even get your hand down there. 

You hear Luke drag in a hiss of breath from behind you. You look to the movie to see what might have happened, but you don’t see anything special. You shrug and pull your phone out before wiggling back into your previous position. 

Luke lets out a low groan and his grip tighten around you.

“What is it?” You whisper, cunfused.

“Stop moving, please." 

"Wh- oh.” You cut yourself off this time, finally realizing what is going on. You can’t help yourself from letting out a small laugh, the situation is just too funny. There you were, thinking that something that happened in the movie scared him or grossed him out, but it was only him reacting to you moving your bum against his crotch.

“ ’S not funny.” He mumbles.

“Yes, it is." 

Just to prove your point, you push your bum back and move it in smal circles, already being able to feel his bulge through his skinny jeans. He chokes out a moan, making him put his hands on your hips to stop you.

"Y/N. Don’t.” He quietly warns. “The boys are sitting literally like six feet away.”

You know that the boys probably wouldn’t notice anything, as long as you kept quiet, but you gave in and kept still. Though you weren’t quite finished just yet. 

Without Luke noticing, you’ve snuck you hand behind your back, resting it right above your bum which is only inches away from Luke’s crotch. When a particularly funny scene occurs and they all break out into laughter you take that as your opportunity to finally slide your hand further down. You can immediately feel Luke’s whole body stiffen when you place your hand between his legs and squeezes lightly. You turn your own body around, so that you are facing him and can reach better. You trace your fingers up and down his clothed member, feeling it harden beneath your hand. He tries his hardest not to seem bothered, but fails because you can clearly feel that his whole body is tense, trying desperately not to give in to your touch. You start placing kisses up and down his neck, sucking a love bite above his left collar bone. 

“You are so going to regret this later.” He whispers without breaking eye contact with the tv.

You ‘hmm’ in response whle you keep teasing him, shifting between palming and squeezing, just the amount of pressure to keep him writhing. 

“Either you do something, or you stop right now.” He says through gritted teeth and clenched jaw. You smirk in victory before you finally give in, pushing against him and increasing the speed of your strokes. He starts meeting your hand with his hips, thrusting into your hand to create some more friction. 

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, a few profanities leaving his mouth along with your name. 

More.” He growls into your ear, rutting against your hand. This is honestly turning you on too, and if it weren’t for the other three boys in the room you would totally be having some steamy couch sex right now. 

Harder.” He pleads, on the edge of his orgasm. It is a wonder how they haven’t noticed anything yet, Luke is quite literally falling apart only a few feet behind them.

Luke gives one last thrust into your hand before he goes completely stiff, hugging you tightly against his body with all his might as he cums in his pants. 

Holy fucking shit, balls.” He hisses into your ear for only you to hear. You can feel the wetness sip through the front of his tight jeans. He then relaxes into your arms and lets out a breath. 

“I love you.” He pants, placing a kiss on your lips. “But you are up for a long night Y/N, be prepared.” He smirks.

Castiel Sex Headcanons A-Z: J is for Jacking Off

YAY FOR CASTIEL MASTURBATION HEADCANONS

warning: smutty stuff (obviously) and NSFW GIF AHEAD!

A/N: I got carried away with this one (bc reasons) so it’s a teensy bit longer than a drabble. but somehow I don’t think yall will mind ;-)

Castiel Sex Headcanons Masterlist

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Castiel had never experienced those primal urges that plagued the humans he had watched over for centuries upon centuries. He had never even thought about it, really–that is, until he became a human himself.

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Breathless (Negan x Reader)

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Requested by anon: Request for a one shot where female reader is saved by Negan after she stops breathing and smut ensues.

-Female Reader-

Warnings: Smut, Swearing (this is Negan after all), Explicit Language, Rough Sex.


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The fall wasn’t really that hard at all. But it made you lose your breath nevertheless.

The way to Alexandria was a bumpy ride. You sat in the back of the truck and chatted with the rest of the group when suddenly Negan made a sharp turn. Gasping, you tried to grab a hold to something when you felt you were about to fall, but tumbled off the railing. As your back came crashing down on the ground, you got your breath knocked out of you and everything faded away into darkness.

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Alpha pt. 3

Really wanna see where this story goes. I don’t typically plan my stories so what I write is purely something I just throw together. Hopefully, this series is a hit and not a miss.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Part One // Part Two // 

“So, are you going to the dance on Friday?”
You laid on the bed with your eyes closed, listening to the sound of the music.
Vanessa closed the book and placed it in her bag.
You couldn’t focus on the dance.
Not with everything that’s been happening as of lately.
“No”
“Why not?” Vanessa gasped.
“Anyone would be lucky to have you on their side”
“Well, I see no takers. Besides, Jackson and Lydia’s going and I don’t want to be near them”
“You could always call a certain someone who is a certain friend of a certain lacrosse player who just so happens to be a certain enemy of Jackson"
You rolled your eyes at her persistence.
Ever since the encounter in the library, you began to see more of him throughout the school. Every time he saw you, his lips would curl up into a smile which would then lead to him waving at you like a goofball in an attempt to get you to laugh.


“Nessa, I’m not going over this with you again. I said no”
“Fine. You can’t force the horse to drink, but I can lead you there”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing…”
“What did you do?”
“Not sure what you’re getting at. I’m tired, I’ll see at school tomorrow”

Vanessa left before you could grasp her intent. Shaking your head, you went into the bathroom to wash up.
When you came back, a man scanned your bookshelf, his hands in his pockets.

“You like the classics?”
“Of course”
“Why? You’re a teenager, you should enjoy movies and short videos in the span of six seconds”
“Well thanks to you, I’ll be a teenager for many years. Maybe then I’ll get the memo”
He faced you, and a shadow cast over half of his face.
“Such a feisty little thing, what makes you this way?”
“What do you want?”
“You’re going to the formal on Friday”

You furrowed your brows and crossed your arms.
Who was he to tell you what to do?
You dropped the towel and began to apply lotion on your body.
The Alpha sustained a growl in his chest as you undressed in front of him.
Your nonchalant attitude both soothed and unnerved him at the same time.
From where he stood, your soft skin looked appetizing, taunting him with a seducing song.
It was the moon that made him think this way.
He closed his eyes and tried to compose his thoughts.

“I’m not going to that stupid dance”
“You will”
“I already did what you asked, what more do you want of me?”
“Everything”
“Why are you trying to kill him? You would’ve killed him, back at the school. You would’ve killed all of them. Why not do your dirty work yourself?”

He didn’t speak nor made a motion to.
His face, or at least what you could see, remained emotionless.
He instructed you to close the bleachers while Scott was still in there.
How he couldn’t catch your scent, made the both of you curious.
It was a full moon on Friday’s yet you were more calm than usual.
You were a werewolf, no doubt. But something was different about you.
You didn’t have claws.
Grow hair on your face or ragged teeth when you were mad.
Your eyes didn’t glow but you could see in the dark better than you could before.
Your healing, hearing, and smell was stupendous, however, your transition period was way longer than the traditional sense.

“You’re going to the dance and just to spice things up, I want you to take McCall’s friend”
“Stiles? Why him of all people here in Beacon Hills?”
“Wear something nice”

Just like that, he was gone.
He disappeared in the darkness.
You pouted and crossed your arms as you realized why he hid by the shelf.
You lived next door to Danny and a certain someone just so happened to look out the window.

“I have a feeling you don’t like me too much”
Danny looked at him and went back to work.
Stiles closed his lips together and nodded.
He leaned back in the chair and turned towards the window.
Out of nowhere, he fell out and landed on the floor, “I’m fine, I’m okay”
Danny turned the page and continued to ignore him.
Stiles got up and looked towards the window to confirm what he saw.
“Oh my, I, Jesus Christ”
Y/N was beautiful.
Her curves were well pronounced, her chest made his eyes pop out of his head, and although he couldn’t see it too well, he bet that her woman was just as divine as she was.
Her mouth was moving as if she was talking but as far as Stiles could tell, no one was in the room with her.
Perhaps he’d been looking so long that he didn’t realize she had caught him peeping at her nakedness.
Stiles quickly ducked under the window and scrambled to close the blinds.
Danny furrowed his brows and stood up from his chair.
“What are you doing?” He grabbed his things and shoved it in his bag.
“I, uh, I forgot I left the shower on”
“The shower?”
“Yup, the last time I left it on my dad was ultra pissed because the water bill went rocket high”
“You’re just remembering that now? It’s been three hours”
“You ask a lot of questions, I’m just gonna–”
Stiles made his way out of the room while looking at Danny but forgot to open the door before walking into the wooden surface.
“My bad, heh,” he opened the door and fled down the stairs and out to his car.

When he was safe in his bed, Stiles kicked off his shoes and his pants so he could get comfortable.
Laying on his bed, images of what he saw drifted in his mind.
He’d never actually seen a real girl get naked before.
Not one that he’d already met.
Before he knew what was happening, his hand had already gone to his hard, rock length and began to stroke up and down.
A moan escaped his lips as he squeezed his cock causing a huge drop of pre-cum to form on the head of his prick.
Stiles took this chance to spread the pre-cum all over his shaft as he increased the speed of his strokes.
“Oh, fuck Y/N”
Pretty soon, the sound of a wet slapping noise could be heard in the room with each stroke of his long, hard cock.
He could imagine having her underneath him as he pumped himself endlessly in her warm cunt. Her moans would carry him for as long as the night, getting louder when he slammed into her so bad that she keeps cumming, screaming out his name.
“Yes, baby, just like that”
At this point, Stiles started to buck his hips against his hand, even bringing another one to increase his pleasure.
His moans got louder and suddenly he stopped thrusting and cried out, “Y/N!”
Stiles shot his cum all over his chest and stomach.
Several more spurts came out when he stroked a bit more to make sure he was completely spent.
“Shit”
He looked down at his shirt to see all the cum, now seeping through the material and clinging to his chest and stomach.
“This was my favorite shirt”
Stiles carefully took off the shirt and balled it up then threw it in his hamper.
Deciding to take a shower, he cleaned himself up and afterward he collapsed on his bed and fell deeply asleep.

**

Stiles pulled up to school in his parking spot.
He sighed and rested his head on the head rest.
Last night had been the first time he came so much.
He’d never done it using porno mags or movies.
The fact that it was all in his head made it better in his opinion.
That’s when his anxiety kicked in.
You saw him.
What would you do if you saw him in the hallways or in the library today?
Stiles groaned and hit his head against the steering wheel, “ow.”
Feeling bad enough as he did, he climbed out of his jeep, throwing his backpack over his shoulder.
“Jesus!” He closed the door to find you standing right before him.
Stiles gripped his chest as he gasped in horror.
You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes at him.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the peeping Tom”
“That wasn’t me”
“How do you know what I’m talking about then?”
He looked to the side and faked a confused expression on his face, “what are we talking about?”
“You’re hurting my feelings,” you pouted.
“Did you really not like what you saw?”
“No! God, I loved what I saw–”
You smirked and dropped your hands to your hips.
Stiles realized he’d just incriminated himself.
He loosened his grip on his bag and looked at the ground, “oh, fuck me”
“Okay”
“What?!”
You chuckled at his reaction.
“How would you like to go with me to the dance tomorrow?”
Stiles looked from side to side and rubbed the back of his head.
“This is all a prank right? A huge joke?”
“No, I just figured since you’d seen me naked, it would be more than appropriate to ask you to a school dance. But if you really feel that way, then…”

You started to walk away, a smile planted on your lips.
Stiles took you by surprise by grasping your arm and pulling you to a stop.
You’d be lying if his rough actions didn’t make you drip between your legs.
“I would love to go to the dance with you,” your eyes fell down on his hand.
He still held a firm grip and in this moment, you saw Stiles as more than just some kid.
Reaching in your bag for a marker and a piece of paper, you wrote your number and name on it then folded it up.
You grabbed Stiles by his belt loops and slipped the paper in his front pocket so deep, he gasped at how close you were to his manhood.
In a sultry whisper, you brought your mouth close to his ear, “Pick me up at 7:30”
To seal the deal, you kissed just behind his ear, the action making him drizzle in his pants.
Stiles watched you walk away, leaving him alone in the student parking lot with a wet spot in his boxers.
Heading over to the gym, a hand wrapped around your neck, the pressure building.
Instinctually, you wheezed and grabbed at the hand.
“Making young boys soil their pants in a school parking lot, is far from acceptable”
Struggling to speak, you managed somehow, “it got, the, job done, didn’t it?”
Your Alpha thought for a moment and nodded.
“I suppose it did,” he let go, making you almost fall to the ground gasping for your breath.
“Well done, puppy”
“Puppy? Is that some sort of kink?”
“I think you’re ready to hear the rest of the plan”
“Right now?”
He gestured towards the parking lot and you followed him.

**

“If you compliment me one more time, I am going to explode”
Stiles closed his mouth and sat back in the chair.
He meant well, you knew that.
Almost every guy in the gym was looking at you.
They all made remarks about how you and Stiles were together, wondering how a guy like him could pull off a chick such as yourself.
Truth be told, you didn’t know.
The two of you got immersed in a conversation and it somehow led to the topic of sex.
“Well don’t you remember your first time?”
Stiles looked down at his hands, avoiding your eyes.
“Hey, are you a virgin?”
He cleared his throat and pulled on his collar.
You raised your eyebrows.
As sweet as he was, this kid was a virgin?
Then again, his sassiness and major tendency to piss people off could’ve been a key factor.
One that you adored.
“I seriously didn’t think it possible for me to like you more”
You gave him a smile making him return it.
He gazed into your eyes then drifted his attention to your lips.
“Come on,” you stood up and gestured for his hand, “let’s dance”
After sweat started to pool your forehead, you made a pass to the restroom.
On your way there, you saw a frantic Lydia wandering the halls.
Alright, follow the plan.
“Are you looking for Jackson?”

Lydia whipped around her heels.
She didn’t even flinch when she saw it was you.
Anger boiled inside of you but you let it go.
Nothing would soothe you better than knowing what was next.
Your bully would soon get her recompense.
“I saw him go towards the lacrosse field”
Lydia bumped your shoulder and marched over there.
A smile fell on your lips.
When you went back to Stiles, he was nowhere to be found.
Was I just stood up, you thought.
You took a seat at your table and focused on your hearing just like your Alpha taught you.
A scream ensued and Stiles yelled.
You guessed he went looking for Lydia and he witnessed your Alpha hurting Lydia.
A sharp ping went in your brain.
You lost your interest in Stiles.
He still had a crush on that wretched human being.
Grabbing your things, you headed over to the parking lot and headed home.
The flashing lights of an ambulance and a few police cars made you smile.
It has begun.

Part Two // Part Four //

Princess: Minho Smut

Originally posted by minsam2

Based off this request

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Content: Minho finally has some time off, insert the rough sex and soft after care +light spanking, choking, cum denial, pet names(he calls you baby/princess and you call him sir) 

Written By: Bambi

Authors Note: I’m the worst when it comes to getting request so I’m sorry but I hope everyone likes this including the original requester! If you do(or don’t) like it please send feedback, it’s what keeps me alive and motivated. 


“Turn over,” Minho’s voice was stern and cold as he commanded you. He stood a few feet away from the bed where you laid, fully clothed but working on undoing his belt.

You, on the other hand, laid on the bed in only your bra and panties. A lacey red pair he had bought you months ago when SHINee was on tour in some European country. Although they had been in your closet for months they were only just making their bedroom debut. You wondered if he noticed them. He hadn’t mentioned them when he saw you.

“I said turn over,” Minho repeated himself, his voice a bit louder this time.

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*sweats nervously* So uhh… I kind of headcanon that most of the Uchiha brats approach the idea of masturbation with the same enthusiasm that they would approach swallowing Amaterasu with. Also, bear in mind that when I wrote Madara’s, I had his early 20′s, pre-canon self in mind because I just can’t see current timeline Madara having time for something like that when there’s a war and the disputable salvation of ninjakind to plan. That being said, I live for writing filth and this made me happy. Bless you, anon. ~Admin Axel

Uchiha Itachi

Originally posted by you-are-shinobi

  • Itachi doesn’t masturbate very often at all, he’s more the type to ignore his frustrations and throw himself into learning a new technique or completing a mission where he can’t afford to let his mind wander. He’s hoping that by the time he has a moment to himself, his baser urges will be forgotten and he will not have to give into what is, in Itachi’s mind, a last resort. It has to be a pretty intense urge to get to Itachi, because he is very good at controlling himself.

  • Since he finds it so distasteful, Itachi tends to get it over with quickly and efficiently. Like in the shower, where no one will interrupt and it will wash all the evidence away. And believe me, when you go as long as Itachi does without masturbating, there is a lot of evidence.

  • Itachi prefers a tighter grip and rubs his thumb along the slit on the head with every upward stroke, because he is particularly sensitive there. The muscles in his legs twitch when he starts speeding up, and he has to put on hand on the wall of the shower to brace himself.

  • When Itachi comes, his shoulders hunch over and presses his forehead against the shower wall, stroking himself quickly until his cock starts jerking and he releases in his hand. No matter how intense his orgasm is, Itachi never moans - he just kind of pants through it until he can regulate his breathing again.

Uchiha Shisui

Originally posted by fullchakra

  • Shisui can go months and months without masturbating, then go through a period where he masturbates every night for a couple of weeks. It embarrasses him though, so he goes to great lengths to avoid anyone finding out that he even thinks about it. He will not masturbate if there is even the smallest chance of getting caught, even if he’s on one side of the house and someone else is asleep on the other side. He won’t risk it.

  • Shisui has tried looking at a porn magazine before while he was masturbating, but seeing strangers in such intimate positions made him uncomfortable and he had to shove it aside before he could finish. Instead of throwing the magazine in the trash like a normal person, he burned it in secret and buried the ashes so no one would ever find out he had it.

  • Shisui will draw it out occasionally. He starts by stripping down to his underwear and sitting against the headboard, palming himself through his boxers. When he’s good and hard, he’ll slide his boxers off and alternate his pace between slow, languid strokes and fast, uneven ones that make his breath hitch. As he gets closer to orgasm though, he slows it down to barely moving and will sometimes even pull his hand away completely, delaying his release for a stronger orgasm.

  • If Shisui is edging himself, when he comes it hits him like a freight train. He groans low in his throat and every muscle in his body goes rigid, but through some inhuman strength of will the pace of his hand never speeds up - he leisurely strokes himself through his orgasm, building it in intensity until his eyes roll back in his head. When he’s finished, Shisui is boneless and satisfied, and has just enough time to clean himself up before he is out like a light.

Uchiha Madara

Originally posted by veenia

  • Madara has spent his life firmly repressing his baser needs, but every so often it does break through his rigid self-control. When it does it is almost always late at night when he’s lying in bed with nothing else to do, and it annoys him because he has very little control over it. The matter is decided as soon as he thinks about it - his brain starts helpfully providing him with flashes of people he finds attractive in compromising positions and Madara ends up with an erection that can’t be willed away or ignored.

  • He usually turns over onto his back on his tatami mat, unties the belt around his waist that keeps his nemaki closed and pushes his underwear down over his hips just enough so that they won’t get in the way. Madara has no interest in getting completely naked just to jerk off - he thinks it’s stupid.

  • Madara is kind of straight to the point about it. He doesn’t try to touch himself anywhere else or ramp up his arousal by indulging in drawn-out fantasies. It’s a purely physical release, and the quickest way to get it over with is to be fast and rough. He spits in his hand, grasps his cock firmly and immediately sets a fast pace, twisting his hand around his length when he reaches the head. He’s completely silent through most of it, but when he gets close to orgasm, Madara starts groaning low in his throat and hissing through clenched teeth.

  • When Madara comes, he plants his feet flat on the tatami mat and throws his head back against his pillow, his back arching off of the floor. Usually he bites down on his lip to keep himself quiet, but if he comes really violently, he might not catch his hoarse shout in time.

Uchiha Sasuke

Originally posted by veenia

  • Sasuke is the most prepared masturbator on the planet. He always has to have everything organized beforehand, like tissues and plenty of lube within reach, as well as a damp cloth because it can get messy. He can’t stand the feeling of come drying on his skin, and it’s even worse if he has to get up and go to the bathroom to clean off - walking around with jizz all over you is so… undignified.

  • Sasuke likes a really tight grip when he masturbates, so he has to coat his hand liberally with lube to prevent chafing. Once properly lubed, he grips the base of his cock hard and slowly makes his way to the head, where he will circle his thumb around the head and smear the little beads of precum that gather there. His head lolls back and he groans quietly, his hips jerking every time his fingers stroke over the sensitive spot just beneath the head on the underside of his length.

  • He tends to grab onto something when he starts getting close - his headboard, his sheets, or even his own hair if it’s the only thing within reach. It’s a reflex he can’t quite get rid of, he does it without really thinking about what he’s doing. When he orgasms, he strokes his twitching length rapidly, a hoarse groan falling from his lips as he spills pearly ribbons of come on his abdomen. As soon as his muscles stop tensing, he reaches for the conveniently placed cloth and wipes away the evidence before it can dry.
First Love Chapter Two: Falling

Summary: You and Misha spend your week off wrapped up in each other.

A/N: Go get some clean panties ready

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, oral (male and female receiving), temperature/shower head play (blame this one on @afanofmanystuffs), masturbation, light cum play, mushy gushy fluff. 

Word Count: 2.2k

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First Love MASTERLIST

Originally posted by imaginesfordayss

“I know…I feel it too.” He said, his voice low as leaned forward to kiss you softly. His lips were incredibly soft. Slightly chapped, but not too chapped; and swollen from the desperate kissing you two had just done moments ago. He slowly broke off the kiss, your eyes fluttering open to look into his as he backed away. God damn.

He moved to sit up and he held his hand out for you.

You took his hand and sat up with him, ready to bring him to bed for the rest of the night.

You’d known Misha for less than twenty-four hours, and you were already madly in love with him.

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Ohh…G-god..” You moaned as your body began to tremble, an orgasm taking over your body at full force; your walls clenching and your hands reaching down and gripping tightly onto dark brown locks of hair as your clit was sucked and licked until you were in complete ecstasy.

You let out a deep breath as your orgasm calmed down, Misha pulling his head away and kissing his way up your naked body until he was next to you in bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest; the smell of sex still heavy on both of you from last night.

“Morning-” he mumbled, his voice still sleepy.

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Kissing The Clouds


Word Count:
1.6k

Genre: Smut


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  Jimin climbed up ten flights of stairs to the small apartment he shared with you. By the time he reached the door, a new layer of sweat was covering the already dried one on his body. He was in desperate need of a shower after the hours he spent practicing the dance he was preparing with Hoseok’s help. The dance company he set his mind to work at had rejected his auditions two times already and he was determined to get a yes this time. That’s why his muscles were aching and his body was covered in hours’ worth of sweat at this very moment, but he didn’t care as long as all his hard work went into achieving his dream.  

Jimin took his shoes off by the door and was about to head for the bathroom when he heard music wafting from your room accompanied by your off-tune singing. He chuckled to himself and decided to pay you visit before showering, thinking that this would be a perfect opportunity to embarrass and tease you. And if he was being extra honest with himself, he might admit that this was also an opportunity to talk to you and get you to notice him.

Ever since he had put up that flyer saying he was looking for a roommate after he had had enough of his asshole old roommate and his hobo lifestyle, and you showed up asking if he was still looking for one, he had spent every day trying to find a way to get you to like him.

You were friendly enough, sure, and there was no awkwardness between the two of you the way new roommates are timid around each other, but he had the biggest crush on you since freshmen year and now you were both seniors and living together but he still couldn’t muster enough courage to ask you out. So he settled for the few lucky days when you would be too lazy to go out with your friends and decide stay in and watch a movie with him.

The closer he got to your room the more your shrill voice pierced into his eardrum. A scathing remark about your singing was already on the tip of his tongue but when he got to your door, which was wide open, his voice seemed to have been sucked out of his body.

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For fifteen minutes Anthony held out as his mom worked her hand and lips on his horny teenaged dong. “Oh sweetie you’ve done so well. I want you to cream.” She said lovingly, speeding up her cock-strokes.

Seconds later he was grunting.

Christmas Gift


I’m so so sorry for how terible this is!  SMUTT. GRAPHIC SMUTT.

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It’s winter. Snow has fallen on the cracked ground, covering it evenly and crisply. It’s a relief, the Z’s don’t like the cold and slowly but surely, one by one, they’re slowing down and leaving. The group has taken the opportunity to make repairs on their camp. A few of the buildings had lost power and Warren automatically delegates the job to you.

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Let me take care of you

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: S
Rating: M
Drabble Request By Anon
Written by xoxoTheQueenOfHearts

19: How can I say no to you?“
71: why don’t you/we take a break
73: shut up and kiss me
75: stop tickling me
1: i love you


Yoongi had a secret that he had kept stealthily hidden away from you for a long time. Even though you were his best friend, you didn’t know this secret of his until a few days at one of his dance practices when you touched his sides a certain way he became ticklish. You took this as an advantage.

You saw him laying on the bed face down as he appeared to be sleeping. A devious smirk spread across your lips as you carefully straddled his waist as you sat on top of his cute butt. He grunted beneath you but he didn’t move. You leaned down to kiss his ear and lick his earlobe before whispering, "I love you…”

He made a ‘Mm’ sound but didn’t move as he was allowing you to sit on top of him while he rested. You brought his arms up from beside him to rest up near his head as you carefully and slowly ran your hands to his sides, not moving.

He didn’t move but you knew he was awake with eyes closed. “Don’t even think about it Jagi.” He said into the side and you only chuckled as you glide your hands back up his arms, repeating your previous actions of kissing his earlobe.

You playfully whined into his ear, “I wasn’t doing anything Yoongi-Bear.” You glide your hands back to his sides as you just rest your hands there. “Can’t your girl rest her hands on your sides?” You playfully asked.

No response.

The evil smirk plastered on your face returned as you began tickling and poking his sides causing him to chuckle but to react rather quickly. He groaned before raising himself up and flipping you over so he rested on top of you while holding your hands above your head. “I thought I told you to stop tickling me or better yet not to do it.” He gritted with his clenched teeth growing annoyed. Because you did something when he told you not too.

You chuckled at his growing annoyance as he narrowed his eyes at you into slits. “How can I say No though when your sides are just so…enticing.” You asked flirtatiously in a playful way.

He shook his head at you and pecked your lips as you continued to tease him and talk. “Shut up and Kiss me Y/N.” he said to you in a stern tone which made you shut up. You kissed him back as he made contact with your lips again.

Yoongi moved down your jaw to delicate neck. Licking and sucking his property. Marking what’s his. He lifted you up to remove all of your clothing before you laid back down so he could worship your body. He took his time until he got down to your core using his tongue technology.

He kept his eyes on you as he kept eye contact with you. He kissed away from your core first before kissing around your entrance. You start to arch your back as he teases you. With one strong tongue stroke, Yoongi licked from your entrance all the way to your clit. He doesn’t let go of your clit but he starts to slow down using harder strokes and speeding up gradually through time.

“Y-Yoongi..” you moaned to him but he continued as he increased his speed with his tongue. You start to rock your hips on his face but he holds your legs wide apart so you can’t move. “P-Please…ohmygod…I-I….ohhhh.” You moan and whimper beneath him. He pulls away from your core but he slides a finger into your entrance instead.

“How do you want it Jagi?” He asked as he fingered you. When you don’t comprehend he is back on your clit as he presses his finger inside you and making a 'come hither’ motion from inside. You arch your back again as you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need you…fuck…I need you so bad…fuck me h-hard!” You yell begging him. He pulls away from you and in a flash he is deep inside you thrusting and pounding into you hard. It doesn’t take long for both of you to come undone.

“You’re not going to work for awhile. Why don’t you take a few days off and take a break? Let me take care of you.” Yoongi whispers into your ear.

Sounds

Authors Note: This Shannon Leto musically inspired fic was fun to work on. The title of the song threw me off but when I listened to it, I started to laugh because I know the song I just never knew the title. It's “Possum Kingdom” by The Toadies. Thanks for the request lovely! I love you toooooooo!

Trigger Warning: Smut, Profanity, Light Fluff

“Are requests open?? If so could you do a Shan fic based on the song Possum Kingdom by the Toadies? The name is silly but the song is great. I❤shitty 90s rock I❤Shannon Leto I❤you”- @maliciousalishious


The flames began to erupt from the wood of our bonfire. Drunk ramblings followed by the sober parties moving them away from the water the best they could seemed to be the music for the night. The small speaker that rested on the dry wood away from the fire couldn’t keep up with us if it wanted to.

“This is insane,” I whispered to myself unaware that he was standing right there.

“Your friends like to have a good time but it’s always you that seems to be bored out of your mind,” he whispered alongside me before standing directly in front of me. “Shannon.”

“I don’t share my name with strangers so,” I smiled slightly before moving away from him.

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Tight

Pairing: AJ Styles x his own hand

Summary: AJ Styles realises just how sexy he is while working heel in NJPW (this was originally written a while ago for @llowkeys as a really, really late birfday present – originally posted to aO3)

Notes: Dialogue in stars + italics is supposed to be in Japanese. I wish I could speak Japanese *le sigh*

Warnings: Public masturbation (sort-of public)

Originally posted by xstylesxclashx

 Tight

*“Do you need some help?“*

“No, no.” AJ waves off the Young Boy holding the bag of ice, sending him away disappointed. They’re way too helpful after his matches, too quick to pull his arms around their shoulders and shuffle him backstage – he can’t bare the touch on his skin, not when his body feels this sensitive from his work in the ring.

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Unwavering [Part Two]

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles x Void x Pack

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 2795

A/N: Here is Part One. This is the last part of this story.

Originally posted by alevlightwood


           The first thing I notice is the cold, and how absolutely unbearable it is. But it’s more than just cold, it’s a damp chill that you can feel seeping into your bones and settling into your soul. The kind of cold that makes you crave the release of just curling into a ball and fading away.

            I open my eyes slowly, blinking a few times to shake the black haze from the edges of my vision. The room is dark, and the dull, aching, soreness of my arms draws my attention to the cold, heavy, chains binding me the metal pipe running along parallel to the ceiling. I pull at the chains slightly, and it feels like my shoulder is being torn out of its socket. I bite my lip to silence my cry of pain, quickly deciding that any attempt to free my arms will be completely futile.

            I drag in a deep breath through my nose to calm myself, but almost gag on the inescapable smell of death and decay that seems to fill the room.

            “Honestly, I’m disappointed,” A cold voice says from the corner and I flinch slightly, the sharp movement jerks the chains and a small whimper escapes my mouth before I’m able to clamp my lips shut again, “I thought you would have at least tried a little harder to get out. Especially considering how if you die you’ll just wake up right back in the same place and can try again.”

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Tense

Send me drabble requests for Crowley Weekend!

Request: i’m going to die from all the crowley and i hope it’s a happy death pfft. ummm is it ok to request something smutty? like a male!readerxcrowley? where the reader is crowley’s right-hand man and cute little submissive pet?

A/N: For Crowley Weekend! I nearly lost control of myself and tried to turn a drabble into like a ten-page smut-fest lmao I should definitely do that one day with a male!reader x crowley fic … one day. 

Pairing: Crowley x Male!Reader

Warnings: Smut (oral), explicit language

Word Count: 1038

Tagging: @m3wbun @jack-of-all-arts

Originally posted by winchester--bros-4-life

“There are a few more contracts for you to sign, sir.”

You turned your head to watch Crowley’s reaction, noting the clenched jaw that was a tell tale sign of him becoming incredibly agitated. You moved to his side, where he sat on his throne, a minion in front of him. “He’ll take care of these later,” you broke into the conversation, snatching the contracts from the demon before he could harass Crowley any further.

“But-”

You straightened, eyes flashing black in a threatening manner as you stared the demon down. “I suggest you leave and give the King some peace,” you murmured, voice bordering on a growl as you stepped forward, backing the demon up toward the door.

“Y-Yes, of course,” the demon stumbled over his words, turning to abruptly exit before you put him down.

Once the door to the throne room closed and the space was empty, leaving just you and Crowley, you heard a soft laugh from behind you. You turned on the spot, your threatening demeanor immediately fading.

“Aren’t you a doll,” Crowley smirked a little, crooking his finger to motion you forward.

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The athlete’s anaerobic threshold, the point at which the body’s muscles have exhausted their oxygen store and start burning other fuel. For regular folks, reaching that threshold is quitting time; anaerobic work is 19 times harder than aerobic work. But rowing is all about harder. Elite rowers fire off the start at sprint speed – 53 strokes per minute. With 95 pounds of force on the blade end, each stroke is a weightlifter’s power clean. Rowers cross their anaerobic threshold with that first stroke. Then there are 225 more to the finish line.
—  ESPN Magazine, May 2000
Two-BitxReader drabble: “Will you chill?” Part 2 (NSFW)

A/N: Surprisingly enough, someone requested a (smutty) part 2 to my Two-BitxReader drabble! It took me a while, but here it is ^_^ As I said before…I LOVE TWO-BIT MATHEWS. This is the way it played out in my head, so I hope you like it. Any feedback means the world to me! Requests are open! 

(Warning: sexual situations and some language, with humor and fluff mixed in!)

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