cupcake4mafia | Request Meme Part Two: Son of Request Meme

Request Meme Part Two: Son of Request Meme

IT LIVES.

I've been working on something kind of epic and I need a break from it, SO:
Request ficlets of any Arashi pairing/moresome!
(Esoteric fandoms also available: Jiro Wang/Danson Tang, S.H.E)
I do write adult material, but I can't promise it for every prompt >__>
Please check the last meme's requests before making your own :D
Of course, whoever commented last time is WELCOME to request again!

EDIT: Requests now closed! I will be finishing all the prompts thus far :D

Off The Record Nino/Britney Spears, for

happenstanc3 PG-13
Revisions Nino/Jun, unexpected and acting, for

rinalin PG-13
The Usual Aiba/Arashi, friendship and birthdays, for

i_am_zan PG-13 (implied fivesome)
Synonyms Sho/Nino, possessive!Nino, for

blood_opal R
Occupational Hazard Senior Nan/Xiu-Yi, for

font Pg-13ish
Minor Mishaps Aiba/Jun, planning a party, for

binmusic R (language)
Curious Nature Jun/Nino, "Nino's been a naughty boy this year," for

fluttering NC-17
The Only Thing Worse Than Fantasy Football gen, slight Ohno/Arashi, "Arashi wants Ohno to know that fishing isn't the most fun thing to do," for

mirai_kazuko PG
Sure Ohno/Jun for

alexiela light R
see the ohmiya, feel the shine gen, Ohno/Nino, the group tries to promote Ohmiya, crackfic, for

yay_box PG

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Fic prompts! If they spark something, I'll be happy. I do love your writing so very much.

1. The way Sho discovered Nino really was gay and not just playing around.
2. Sho and Aiba visit Disneyland.

i've been in the background for some time. but i do love your writing! ^-^

Arashi/Daigo because i thought he got along really well with them in Shukudai-kun. and maybe something about winter/christmas? =D

HOW DID YOU READ MY MIND? They were SUCH fanboys when he was on the show. I'm excited to do this one.

Nino/Machida. Please!

I CAN'T WAIT FOR IT! it's been on my mind since he was on! take your time! =D

Oh my god, this makes me so happy. *______*

Was pimped over by [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]

YOU ARE GENIUS IN EVERY BIT OF THE WORD. AND I ALSO JOIN IN THE CROWD OF PEOPLE PRAISING YOU AND YOUR CREATION.

WRITE MORE?~

porny jealousy fic for you! :D

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They haven’t finished their appetizers yet, but Nino already wishes he hadn’t come. It’s not that Nino doesn’t understand Sho and his friends when they talk about the economy. It’s just that he really can’t make himself care. So, he ends up staring across the table at Nori’s equally bored girlfriend, attempting to make small talk about the food.

Then Mai arrives. Anthropology graduate student who just returned from researching the results of micro-loans in North Africa Mai. That Mai.

Nori’s girlfriend throws Nino a knowing look, and, as much as Nino hates having “knowing looks” with people’s girlfriends, he returns it.

The ride back to Nino’s apartment is, unsurprisingly, dominated by Sho praising Mai’s accomplishments.

“I mean, really fascinating, isn’t she?”

“I would say ‘captivating,’” Nino adds, turning perhaps a bit too sharply. “Mesmerizing, even.”

“I hope she does take that job with the documentary team. I can’t imagine what’s holding her back. I mean, lecturing here is nothing compared to the experiences she’ll have in the field.”

“Well, it’s her fiancé, right?”

Sho frowns thoughtfully, watching the city lights from the window. Nino turns up the stereo.

---

They haven’t taken off their jackets yet, but Nino’s hands are in Sho’s hair, pulling him close to crush their lips together. Sho responds, hands sure on Nino’s hips, pulling him close until Nino slides down Sho’s torso and tugs at his belt.

“Nino, we just, can’t we,” Sho stammers.

“No time for that,” Nino explains, pulling Sho’s pants down just far enough to free his half-hard cock.

“Nino,” Sho repeats.

It’s a weak protest, and Nino doesn’t heed it, fingers wrapped around the base of Sho’s cock while his mouth closes over the head. Nino’s eyes flick up and there’s something truly wicked about how he enjoys Sho’s exasperated reaction in the dim light. Sho staggers back against the door, sighing and running his fingers through Nino’s hair. Nino runs his hands up the backs of Sho’s exposed thighs, taking him in deep before sliding off with a soft “pop” that’s lost under Sho’s moan.

Then, Nino stands up and walks to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Sho stays slumped against the front door for a moment, shell-shocked, before pulling up his pants and running after Nino.

The door is locked.

“Nino, come on,” Sho says, knocking.

“I’m taking a shower,” Nino calls back.

“Nino, open the door.”

“I won’t be long.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sho chuckles.

He hears the water start.

“Nino, you son of a bitch, open the goddamn door or I swear to God I will-”

Sho nearly falls forward into Nino, naked and grinning with one hand still on the doorknob. Sho grabs his hips again, pushes him back towards the shower, kissing desperately as he struggles out of his jacket. Nino keeps them from falling into the spray by bracing himself on the towel rack, laughing as Sho fumbles with the buttons of his shirt. Sho looks up at Nino again and sighs.

“You are so incredibly screwed up.”

“Does it fascinate you?” Nino asks, batting Sho’s hands away to finish unbuttoning him.

“Yes. I’d call it captivating. Mesmerizing, even.”

Nino doesn’t look up at Sho’s face, preferring to concentrate on getting him fully undressed before pulling him under the water. Sho runs his hands through Nino’s wet hair and kisses his forehead.

“If you don’t want to come any more,” Sho begins.

“And leave Erika by herself? We were going to do Pictochat under the table next time.”

“You are the most interesting person I know,” Sho promises.

“Well, obviously."

"And also the most frustrating," Sho adds, dipping down to run his lips over Nino's neck.

He doesn't need to see Nino's self-satisfied smile to know it's there.

So hot omg. Your porn is LOVE!

Sho/Nino TOTALLY works as being boyfriends because Nino's such a girl XD

I love you. I love you so. freaking. much. Oh god. I'd offer you my soul on a platter but Arashi has already taken it, along with my dignity so, um, let's just say I love you forever. *___*

Hi! Is it ok for me to request something although you don't know me?

I'd like to see Arashi with kittens. It could be for a photoshoot or for whatever purpose (Aiba showing up with a box of kittens for no good reason?) as long as there's Arashi and at least three kittens. Any pairing or general Arashi love goes; I'm not picky.

I'll have to second this, although honestly - pretty much any of them acting like squishy housewives like they do as childminders would be amazing. I never knew Nino had it in him to be so, so... mama-like *__*

Sho/Ohno, probably involving food somehow (but not a requirement at all!).

I was confused about the seeming popularity of this pairing in Japan, but then I saw a compilation of Shukudai clips on YT and, AGH, their love is so marshmallowy ♥

seconding this request, if such a thing is allowed--the yama pair snuck up on me out of nowhere and now I'm hooked! Their love is, uh, ... cho umai! :|

I DID IT. Damned if it didn't take the longest dialogue evar to get them together, but I think I got them together!

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One of Nan’s ex-girlfriends was also a resident advisor, and she told him that girls would come to her room at all hours crying about their problems. Since hearing this, Nan has always been thankful to be the RA of a boys’ dorm. None of his juniors, not even Yang-Yang, would think of doing something so foolish.

“Senior Nan, please, I need your guidance! Don’t turn your back on a miserable man!”

None except Xiu-Yi, of course.

“It is two in the morning,” Nan growls, fingers clenched on the doorknob. “If your room is not on fire, then I suggest you go back to bed.”

“My heart is on fire,” Xiu-Yi insists, one hand fisted in his shirt for emphasis.

“I can’t imagine you need me to guide you on how to take care of that.”

“I saw them together,” Xiu-Yi continues, ignoring Nan’s dig.

“Who?”

“Rui-Xi and, and,” Xiu-Yi starts, then wails, unable to finish.

“Oh, get in here before you wake the whole hall,” Nan snaps, tugging Xiu-Yi in by his arm and sitting him down in the computer chair by his desk. “Now, tell your senior all about it.”

Nan’s not a girl, but that doesn’t mean he’s completely immune to gossip, especially when it concerns the most-discussed romance on campus. He sits on his bed across from Xiu-Yi to listen, wishing he had snacks.

“I was going to talk to Rui-Xi about our homework,” Xiu-Yi begins, staring longingly at his shoes.

“Any excuse,” Nan comments wryly.

“And I knocked, but there was loud music playing, so I opened the door.”

“That’s a direct violation of the hall policies you agreed to at the beginning of the semester.”

Xiu-Yi stares at Nan, dumbstruck.

“Go on!” Nan grunts.

“Well, I saw them. Rui-Xi and, and, and…”

“Rui-Xi and Quan.”

“They were kissing!” Xiu-Yi says, almost a whisper.

Nan stares back at Xiu-Yi for a moment before realizing that’s all there is to the story. He wonders if he should act surprised, but decides that Xiu-Yi is old enough to handle this kind of thing.

“Rui-Xi and Quan were kissing,” Xiu-Yi repeats.

“No, I heard you the first time.”

“Aren’t you upset?”

“Why would I be upset?” Nan laughs. “I’m not interested in either of them.”

“But you used to-”

“Why are you upset? I thought you were into Rui-Xi’s friend.”

“I was, I am, it’s just so hard when we don’t see each other face to face,” Xiu-Yi says, mostly talking to himself, now. “But I never thought that Rui-Xi would...with a guy...with Quan! No, no, I decided I wasn’t gay anymore.”

Nan snorts and accidently catches Xiu-Yi’s attention. He rolls his eyes before explaining:

“You don’t decide.”

“I don’t?”

“Of course you don’t. It’s not like choosing a major. It’s how you’re wired.”

“Well, I’m wired all funny,” Xiu-Yi mumbles, looking pitifully at his shoes again.

“Most people are, actually. Have you ever heard of the Kinsey scale?”

“No.”

“It’s an American thing,” Nan explains, rather disgusted with himself for being so helpful. “The idea is that most people aren’t entirely gay or entirely straight, but somewhere in the middle. So, they use the numbers zero through six as a scale.”

“Really, an American thing,” Xiu-Yi says, slowly processing the information. “Why do you know so much about this?”

“I...have a family member...”

“Oh.”

“So, for example, you might be a one. You like girls, but you might get a crush on a guy once or twice in your life.”

“Rui-Xi.”

“Yes.”

“What about you?”

Nan frowns, taken aback.

“I’m helping you right now,” he answers.

“I’m all alone in this, senior! I can’t possibly talk to the others,” Xiu-Yi insists, jumping off the chair and onto his knees.

“Why am I the only one you can talk to?” Nan demands, not amused.

“Well, you’re the most experienced person I know,” Xiu-Yi answers, blushing a little.

Nan rolls his eyes.

“A two,” he answers. “Feel better?”

“A little,” Xiu-Yi admits.

The drama does seem to have worn off a bit. Nan thinks he might be pretty good at this whole comforting thing, and maybe a co-ed dorm wouldn’t be so bad. Of course, if it were a girl on her knees in front of him right now...

“Well, if you’re finished.”

“Kiss me.”

“What?” Nan nearly yells, reminding himself of quiet hours at the last moment.

“I’m a one and you’re a two, so that makes three right?” Xiu-Yi argues, a faraway look in his eyes.

“You’ve finally cracked,” Nan says, shrinking back on his bed. “Honestly, if I wanted to kiss a guy, can’t you think of someone I might go to first?”

“You like Yang-Yang better than me?” Xiu-Yi asks, snapping out of his fantasy. “I thought we were friends!”

“Yes, but Yang-Yang cleans my room and makes me lunch. He’d do my laundry if I let him.”

“Good call,” Xiu-Yi agrees.

They both shudder at the thought. Xiu-Yi leans forward and Nan scoots further back, realizing with dull horror that he really is moving towards a wall and Xiu-Yi seems more muscular the closer he gets.

“Fine, I’ll do it, but you’re the girl,” Nan says, pushing Xiu-Yi back.

Xiu-Yi lets himself be moved, frowning.

“I thought there was no girl.”

“There’s always a girl, stupid,” Nan sighs.

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Who is the expert?” Nan asks, raising his eyebrows.

Xiu-Yi nods, thoughtful for a moment, before climbing all the way up onto the bed and sprawling out on his back with a sigh.

“I’m ready.”

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” Nan asks, smirking.

Xiu-Yi glares at him and Nan rolls his eyes before leaning down and kissing Xiu-Yi with what he hopes is the attitude of someone who knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s surprised when Xiu-Yi’s hand cups the back of his head. In retaliation, he opens his mouth just slightly. Xiu-Yi takes the hint, and if he lacks experience he makes up for it in enthusiasm. Nan sits up, politely ignoring what’s now pressing insistently at his thigh.

“Do you feel like you understand things better, now?” he asks.

Xiu-Yi stares at Nan, eyes wide, lips parted, and shakes his head.

“The things I do for you kids,” Nan sighs, leaning in again.

There’s a clause in the resident advisor contract that is a sort of catch-all: “Resident advisors will assist residents in times of mental stress.” Nan has always been suspicious that the clause applied to exactly this kind of situation.

HOLY MOLY ILUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSM!!!!!

“Senior Nan, please, I need your guidance! Don’t turn your back on a miserable man!” This was so perfect I nearly squealed out loud when I read it -- all of the dialogue is perfect, I can picture it, well, okay, subtitled under Jiro's dismayed flailing and Danson's raised eyebrows and sighs.

“Why am I the only one you can talk to?” Nan demands, not amused.

“Well, you’re the most experienced person I know,” Xiu-Yi answers, blushing a little.

Nan rolls his eyes.

“A two,” he answers. “Feel better?”

afhadfakjhfdasjdfakjfdhakfdjhakdsjfasfj well played, Xiu-Yi.

Seriously, this was completely perfect. Every bit of it. <3333333333333333!!!! Thank you so much! XD

Getting back on these, now :D

---

Aiba is in the bathroom trying unsuccessfully to recreate his work hair when a loud crash sounds from the kitchen.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Jun hisses.

Aiba runs around the corner and skids to a halt when he sees the giant dark puddle on the tile floor. Jun looks a little dangerous holding a shard of the broken wine bottle, so Aiba treads lightly.

“Good thing you missed the carpet,” he offers, optimistic.

Jun doesn’t reply, staring down at his splattered designer jeans.

“It’s early,” Aiba says, slowly moving for the broom leaning against the counter. “We could get another bottle…”

“We cannot get another bottle,” Jun replies, jaw set as he prepares to explain to Aiba exactly why this particular bottle of wine cannot be recreated.

Then their eyes lock and Jun laughs.

“I’m not a wild cat,” he says.

“Huh?” Aiba responds, looking from the mess to Jun in disbelief.

“You look fucking terrified.”

“You’re scary!” Aiba insists, picking up the broom.

“We have to get up the liquid first,” Jun sighs, setting the glass in his hand on the counter and grabbing a handful of paper towels.

“I know that,” Aiba huffs, blushing as he sets the broom down. “Let me get this, you go change.”

“Fine.”

Aiba’s surprised at how compliant Jun is, which starts to give him ideas, which makes him much more efficient at cleaning. When he’s finished mopping and sweeping, he finds Jun sitting on his bed in a black dress shirt and boxers.

“I don’t know what to wear now,” Jun admits, exasperated.

“Well, they’re not supposed to start showing up for another hour, right?”

“Right.”

Aiba comes into the room and gently pushes Jun back on the bed.

“You always change right before the party starts, anyway,” he reminds Jun, quickly unbuttoning his shirt.

“You know me so well,” Jun says, sarcastic.

“I do.”

Aiba’s lips move against Jun’s neck when he replies, and he’s absolutely sincere. Jun relaxes, running his fingers through Aiba’s curls.

“How much product did you use?” he demands suddenly, recoiling.

“The stuff in the green jar didn’t make it fluffy so I tried a few others,” Aiba answers, defensive.

“I don’t have ‘a few others,’” Jun says, eyes wide. “What the hell did you put in your hair?!”

A shower and a long session with Jun’s blow-dryer leaves Aiba pouting at straight hair in the hall mirror. Sho arrives first, with a bottle of red wine. During dinner, Jun is glowing as he shares the story of how Aiba managed to completely screw over his perm in one evening. Aiba would worry that his mishaps had a better effect on Jun's mood than his powers of seduction, but Jun’s hand stays on his knee under the table all night.

Oh! I was just thinking about the lack of Aiba/Jun fics lately :DDDD This came at such a great time!!

I love how much you manage to pack into this and it makes me heart all warm, especially the last part with Jun's hand. It's so them. Aiba and his misuse of products (and Jun for having so many, he should know better! Really!), Jun spilling expensive probably vintage wine all over his designer jeans. I'm happy he didn't throw a bitch fit cos that would be so typical Jun but it's Christmas and it's AIBA! How do you get mad at that boy really? He's so adorable and just...Aiba ♥

Thank you! And it's close to Christmas so it's a wonderful present!! :DDDD

Merry Christmas! (Or Happy Holidays, depending...)

I...kind of can't believe I went there...but I did! Enjoy <3

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Nino stumbles across the wooden box while sneaking through Jun’s closet, and, while it’s highly unlikely his Christmas present is hidden here, he has to open it. There are two velvet drawstring bags inside. Immediately suspicious, Nino hastily unties one of the bags and finds what he expected. They’re all simple shapes, nothing exceptionally vulgar—leave it to Jun to have classy sex toys, Nino thinks.

A hand on Nino’s shoulder makes him jump, head snapping up to find Jun frowning down at him.

“When the hell did you get home?” Nino grunts.

“Ten minutes ago. I see you’ve been entertaining yourself.”

“I didn’t, I just, I was looking for my present,” Nino stammers, surprised at his own embarrassment.

Jun kneels behind Nino, taking the smooth plastic vibe from his hand with a sigh.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but this isn’t it.”

“I didn’t think so.”

Jun isn’t speaking, still hovering near Nino’s back, arm outstretched with the toy in hand. Nino figures he’s already done enough damage that he can’t really get in more trouble, so he asks.

“Do you use these?”

“No, I just collect them.”

“It’s just, I’ve never seen them before,” Nino continues, dangerously close to stuttering again.

Jun interrupts with a chuckle that’s equal parts frustrating and exciting.

“You are totally scandalized,” he accuses, free hand snaking around Nino’s torso to throw off his balance.

Nino scrambles, but falls with his back to Jun’s chest, the vibrator still held in the corner of his eye.

“I am not,” he objects, trying to think about anything other than Jun pleasuring himself with a-

“Say ‘vibrator.’”

“Please, this is so stupid,” Nino mumbles, trying to remove himself from Jun’s grip, but finding it’s much too late as Jun’s hand slides up under his shirt.

Jun doesn’t have a snarky comeback, just soft lips on Nino’s neck, and Nino isn’t sure how to respond until Jun tugs at his belt. Then there are familiar things; Jun’s hipbones fitting neatly in Nino’s hands, Jun’s 400-thread count sheets under Nino’s bare back and Jun’s slick fingers between Nino’s legs.

Then Jun reaches for the vibrator where he left if on the nightstand. Nino’s mouth goes dry as he watches Jun smooth a condom over its length, turning the dial at the base until it makes a faint buzzing noise. Jun smiles at Nino’s wide eyes, leaning down to meet Nino’s lips while he runs the tip of the vibrator down the underside of Nino’s cock. Nino flinches, surprised at the sensation, but too nervous to enjoy it.

“Don’t think so much,” Jun says against Nino’s mouth, slowly moving the vibe down until it rests between Nino’s thighs. “It’s just a thing.”

“Right,” Nino answers, not very believable.

Jun sits up, still working the vibe in tiny circles around Nino’s entrance. He runs a hand through Nino’s hair and Nino recognizes the gesture, sitting up a little on his elbows so that he can angle his head properly. His lips close over the head of Jun’s erection and he tries to move down Jun’s length in time with Jun’s loud sigh.

“Fuck, Nino,” Jun groans.

The corners of Nino’s mouth start to twitch into a smile, but then Jun adjusts the settings on the toy and Nino finds his knees moving further apart of their own accord. Nino hears Jun moving over his head, uncapping the bottle of lube, but his eyes are lazy, focused on Jun’s abdomen as Jun pushes the tip of the vibrator inside.

“Good?” Jun asks, no teasing in his voice.

Nino slides a hand up the back of Jun’s thigh, taking him in deeper, faster, making Jun’s breath hitch. Jun pushes the vibrator further and Nino can really feel the stretch, now. Nino’s never felt full like this, Jun’s toy pulsing inside him while Jun’s cock slides spit-slick over his lips. It’s overwhelming, it’s greedy, it’s dirty, and he really doesn’t know how he’s going to thank Jun for it later.

“Touch yourself,” Jun says, fingers of one hand tugging at the ends of Nino’s hair.

Nino doesn’t have to be convinced, taking himself in hand and looking up to make sure that Jun’s watching. Jun’s eyes are further down though, and this makes Nino imagine what it must look like, silver plastic sliding in and out. He comes much sooner than he means to, and the vibrations draw out the aftershocks much longer than he expects. Jun moves away quickly, hands shaking as he hastily unwraps another condom and tosses the toy aside to bury himself in Nino. He hardly thrusts three times before shuddering, fingers digging into Nino’s hips.

“God, that was hot,” Jun murmurs, lying across Nino’s chest.

“Hey, Jun,” Nino whispers, voice inexplicably hoarse.

“What?”

“Vibrator.”

Jun sighs.

“I can’t believe you were looking for your present,” he says. “What are you, twelve?”

“I have a curious nature,” Nino replies, defensive, but petting Jun’s hair anyway.

“Well, I hoped you learned your lesson.”

“If I sneak through your stuff while you are out, we have hot kinky sex?”

“You think this was kinky?”

“Kind of,” Nino admits.

Jun smiles into Nino’s neck, fingers kneading gently in Nino’s sides.

“You didn’t look in the other bag, did you?”

oh god bb. best christmas present ever! ;D

I... kinda love Jun/Nino. The kinkier it is... the more I love it. Damn. This was SO good.

*giggles*

The last line is just so perfect to encompass these two.

sdklasjdflakd so hot omg ♥

i'm going to repeat it again and again, how are you so amazing???

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