#but yuki >>>>> honesty So

[xiaoluclair]

one question how long does it take you to put the tags in the posts you post/reblog (affectionate)

a mundane question that i never would've had on my bingo ball in a bajillion years .

depends! usually i just keysmash so... a second. during races, a few seconds. in general could be up to a minute (maybe a lil more) if i have Loooooads to say but i think that's rare (?) usually only if it's a bunch of me goin Wild over someone else's awesome shit . or max. but an average... 22s 😁⏳

(edit: okay after answering this ask, i think i overestimated my time management and brain speed . 50s average.)

[hiraethwrote]

ADMIRING FROM AFAR

pairing : choso kamo x f!reader summary : suddenly the quiet, alternative looking guy catches your eye in class and you're unable to shake the idea of him. from afar, you start to create a fantasy of what he might be like — and eventually your imagination has made up a character you slowly find yourself falling for cw : university au, non-curse/modern au, fluff, pining, pierced and tattooed!choso, smoking, one mention of a party, yuki cameo, terrible ending bc i suck at writing endings, no use of y/n word count : 3.6k

Hallway crush!Choso who didn’t stick out to you until you were halfway through the semester, on a random Tuesday.

The only reason he caught your attention in the first place was because he actually raised his hand to answer the professor’s question, something he had never done before, or since.

His husky, yet surprisingly soft voice, broke the deafening silence that came after the question was asked. Nearly in a trance, your head shot up to get a look of the mysterious guy.

Never had you been more thankful for the mandatory core courses you were forced to sign up for — you would never have encountered him otherwise.

Sitting two rows in front of you and five seats to the left, you weren’t able to get a clear view of the guy. However, what you did see, did not disappoint. Tufts of black hair was tied up in two buns, and silver jewlery decorated his ear. He was wearing all black, shy lines of ink peaking up the neck of his shirt and past his sleeves.

From that moment, you were hooked on the idea of this stranger.

Hallway crush!Choso who you spotted nearly daily now that you were aware of his existence.

You had an assignment due in one week, so you decided to go to the library to actually get some work done for once.

Three hours into your study session, you had to exhale deeply as your motivation was running low. So you let your eyes roam the peaceful scenery of fellow students, some more dutiful than others — when you suddenly spot the mystery guy from class, sitting with three other people.

He looked so casual, leaned back in his chair, arms loosely crossed across his chest as a chuckle played on his lips as a response to something the person sitting next to him said.

Now that you had the opportunity to get a proper look at him, you noticed how extremely good looking he was — the type of breathtakingly handsome that hid in plain sight by how he never tried to stick out whatsoever.

For the next hour, you would subtly shoot glances in his direction. In all honesty, you felt somewhat embarrassed by how you found yourself a little infatuated by a guy you didn’t even know the name of.

All of a sudden he raised from his chair, having you straighten your posture. He pulled his leather jacket over his shoulders, his bag across his chest and put his headset on — with a smile and a nod, he begged his friends goodbye and left.

Hallway crush!Choso who, despite having his small group of friends, tended to stick mostly to himself.

Yeah, he sat with his little crew for a few hours, but he always left before the rest of them. Not to mention you often spotted him walking from one class to another in his lonesome.

On the days the library was absolutely packed, and it was impossible for you and your friends to find any available seats, you would sit down at one of the sofa groups in one of the university’s many long hallways. None of you complained either, as there wasn’t the same pressure to remain quiet.

It just so happened that the man who had captured your interest, walked right past your designated spot at least three times every week.

His headset was on like always, walking with easy determination. He simply seemed to mind his own business as he smoothly made his way through the hallway without bumping into anyone.

Your attraction to the dark and handsome stranger wasn’t as subtle as you first had thought, when it didn’t take your friends more than a day to notice your admiring gazes hanging onto him for the few seconds it took for him to walk by.

“Who’s that?” Your friend asked with a playful lilt to her voice, leaning forward and placing her chin in the palm of her hand.

“Hm? Just someone in my social science class,” you answered nonchalantly with a shrug just as he was out of sight.

“Just someone in your social science class,” she repeated mockingly. “And what’s his name?”

Hot embarrassment raised up your neck, “I don’t know,” your voice weak as their teasing chuckles filled the space.

“So you’re just ogling a stranger, essentially?”

“Shut up, he’s hot,” you fired back as you fell back in your chair, desperately trying to ignore their laughter.

Hallway crush!Choso who only continued to remain a mystery as the weeks went on.

It quickly evolved into somewhat of an inside joke — a game almost, all of you pitching in with silly little ideas of what he might be like.

“He looks like a cat person,” your friend whispered as he walked by.

“Oh, no doubt,” you agreed, eyes glued on his back. “Probably grew up with a family cat that always sleeps at the foot of his bed.”

“You think he greets the cat before his family?” She giggled.

You laughed along as you slowly shook your head no. “Don’t think so. He greets his mom first,” you turned your attention to your notebook, your pen drawing mindless doodles across the pages. “He’s a mama’s boy. But not in a weird way, you know? But in a green flag way.”

They would all laugh along to the daily chatter that filled the group before turning back to their own work, forgetting all about him until he would walk by again.

You, however, couldn’t shake him from your mind quite as easily.

The more they fuelled your fantasy with their fun and innocent ideas of who he might be, you fell deeper into the spiral of your crush.

When left alone with your own mind, your imagination went beyond the small quirks your group came up with — you started to imagine meet-cutes.

What if you “randomly” bumped into him at the little coffee shop just off campus?

What if you were paired up for a group assignment?

What if you ended up next to each other in the kitchen at some random frat party, and the conversation would just flow so naturally?

However, you kept those made up scenarios to yourself, because it was too shameful to admit to your friends that you were slowly falling for the person you had made him out to be — still without a name to put to the face.

Hallway crush!Choso who broke your heart just a little, though totally unaware of the fact.

“I didn’t know your man had a girlfriend.” You shot your friend a confused expression before following her gaze.

That was a first. You had never seen him walking down the hallway accompanied by someone. Let alone a tall, blonde and absolutely gorgeous girl, pure confidence running through every fibre of her body.

After that, you saw just the two of them more often than you liked. And you knew it was absolutely ridiculous to even be bothered by the pair, but you couldn’t control how the lump in your stomach formed at the sight of how well they seemed to fit together.

Her look wasn’t quite as edgy as his, but they definitely had the same vibe. Not to mention they seemed to be close, evident by how she always leaned in and grabbed onto his upper arm when he made her laugh, or how just the two of them would leave their study session in the library to share a cigarette.

You hoped seeing them together would eventually kill the proximity crush your brain had stupidly nourished — it turned out to be the opposite.

Watching him interact with her only granted your imagination new material to build on. Whenever she spoke, he had all his attention directed at her — genuinely listening to every word she said. You watched how he was gentle with her, careful not to be too harsh in his movements whenever he made contact with her.

He just seemed like such a good guy, who made your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him.

Hallway crush!Choso who one day actually did crash into you in the line in the cafeteria.

At first you thought you were dreaming, because the scene played out exactly how you had imagined it so many times in your head.

It was lunchtime, meaning the cafeteria was obviously packed. You were blissfully unaware of his presence behind you, having stayed up a little too late the night before to try to get some understanding of the material you had been assigned.

It wasn’t until a random bystander bullied their way through the crowd in the opposite direction, causing him to stumble forward into you and he quickly uttered a polite apology, that you realised exactly who it was.

Strong hands had grabbed onto your arms to help steady you. When you turned to face him, you wished you were able to utter your own apology — however, the words never made their way past your tongue, too startled at the sudden close interaction.

“People really don’t look where they’re going, huh?” he said, a shy curve to his lips as he let go of you.

“That’s people for you,” you tried to joke once you found your words again.

Your heart was beating a million miles an hour as you watched his eyebrows narrow. “Hey, don’t we have social science together?”

He recognised you.

You cleared your throat and nodded weakly, trying to serve him a sweet smile but you could feel the waver in it.

“I’m Choso, by the way,” he smiled casually, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Once again you tried to smile, but your lips only managed to pull into a thin line as you introduced yourself.

You expected that to be the end of the conversation, that he would pull out his phone in an effort to smoothly round it off without it being too awkward for either of you — but to your surprise, you saw him contemplate his options before opening his mouth again.

“How’s the assignment going?”

“Well,” you started, hoping he didn’t notice the little crack in your voice. “The words are, at the very least, being put on paper, if that tells you anything.”

He chuckled.

You made him chuckle. It was low and coarse, but a chuckle nonetheless. “Sounds familiar.”

He continued to keep the chatter light as you moved along with the queue, completely oblivious of the effect he had on you.

It wasn’t much, but just based on the little interaction, he seemed even more lovely than you had imagined, which only did more damage to your already smitten heart. Because being effortlessly attentive when listening and engaging in the conversation though he didn’t need to, only brought a piece of reality into your fantasy.

Your palms were turning clammy as your heart was pounding against your chest so loud you were sure he heard it. He was, after all, standing closer than one normally would a stranger due to the thick crowd of hungry students surrounding you.

“Well,” he sighed once you’d both paid and stepped into the hallway. “I need to get going. But it was nice to finally meet you for real.”

Finally.

Nice to finally meet you.

“Yeah, you too,” your lips twitching in a smile, heat travelling to wash over your face. You had always thought him to be so incredibly handsome, but you had underestimated how charming his smile was up close.

“I��ll see you around.” The curve of his lips continued to linger as he backed away before he eventually turned his back towards you and removed his headphones from around his neck to put them on.

Hallway crush!Choso who slowly started to gain the title of acquaintance after the reenactment of one of your made up scenarios.

It started very casual — he would greet you with a quiet “good morning” as he walked past you in the auditorium before taking his usual seat two rows in front of you.

“Morning,” you smiled in return while he held your gaze for a little while.

Waking up the days you knew you had class with Choso became a little easier when you knew what friendly routine was waiting for you.

After three weeks of the innocent interaction, he decided to disrupt the comfortable pattern you had fallen into. This Tuesday morning, he didn’t continue walking down the stairs after wishing you a good morning.

No, he stopped dead in his tracks, pointing at the empty seat beside you. “Is this seat taken?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, and shook your head. “No. No, all yours,” you stuttered as you moved your bag for him to sit down.

He uttered a weak “thanks,” and made himself comfortable, pulling out his leather bound notebook and pen.

Hallway crush!Choso who turned out to be a lot funnier than you had first imagined.

Too caught up in the potential romantic gestures that entertained the depths of your mind, you found yourself so giddy whenever he whispered a silly joke during class for your ears only.

Hallway crush!Choso who accompanied you for the few minutes it took for you to walk to your friends after class finished.

“I’m headed in that direction anyways, so I’ll just tag along.” You’d be a fool to decline his offer, cutely biting your bottom lip and clutching your laptop closer to your chest, feeling like a love struck teenager.

When coming around the corner, you avoided looking in the direction of your friends at all costs. You knew you wouldn’t be able to suppress the embarrassment that would flush your face if you witnessed their shocked expressions as a reaction to walking alongside the guy you had fawned over for months.

It wasn’t until he was out of sight that you spun around — sure enough, they all sported exactly the facial expression you had expected, staring wide eyed with their jaws slacked.

“Okay? Something you forgot to tell us, babe?” One of your friends gushed once you had taken your seat. You shrugged innocently, trying not to let all your excitement spill over at once.

“Hope you at least know the name of your stranger now,” the one sitting opposite you teased.

You nodded slowly, “Choso,” you answered simply, enjoying the interrogating looks they were giving you.

“And? Give us the details!” All three of them had pushed their school work aside — this was ten times more important after all.

So you began to explain of the happy accident that had taken place a few weeks ago, and it had eventually ended with the two of you always sitting next to each other during lectures — none of them failed to match your energy.

“Wait, but I thought he had a girlfriend?”

And as easy as that, your girly and romantic fantasy shattered into a million pieces. Guilt was written all over your friend’s face as one could literally see the realisation dawning on you.

Having lived in the pure bliss of your new friendship, you had completely forgotten about the goddess he was so often seen with.

You started to reflect over the fact that you couldn’t remember seeing her in a while, and felt sick that you might have been too wrapped up in Choso that you just hadn’t noticed her recently.

Thus your excitement was short-lived, not ever wanting to be that girl.

Hallway crush!Choso who noticed how your mood was drastically different than normal the next time he met you.

He had looked forward to seeing that sweet smile tug at your lips when he wished you good morning, but instead he was met with a cold “hi”. You didn’t even turn to look at him.

Had he done something to upset you? The last time he saw you, nothing seemed to be off. You were your chipper self, greeting him with a curve to your lips so wide, your eyes would crinkle.

Class started, and you had yet not said another word to him. He shot you a glance, seeing your fingers hurriedly travel across the keyboard of your laptop, and every once in a while letting your eyes flicker up to look at the professor.

Maybe it was just a bad day. Maybe you had an exam in a different course that was causing you unnecessary stress.

Or maybe, god forbid, you’d come to the conclusion that Choso wasn’t someone you wanted to waste your attention on after all.

Hallway crush!Choso who decided to walk you out of the auditorium, despite your cold front trying to push him away.

It was awkward — incredibly awkward, a feeling that really hadn’t been present in the newly blossomed friendship. Still with no words exchanged, you packed your stuff and pulled out your phone.

Once outside of the auditorium, Choso wanted to try and start a conversation to try and disclose whether he’d done something or not. He only managed to catch your eyes when calling your name before a bolting figure came crashing into his side.

“There you are! You’re an impossible man to catch these days,” the girl exclaimed.

Choso saw the discomfort that subtly traveled down your face, awkwardly shifting your weight from one foot to another.

“I’ll see you around, Choso,” you said shyly, about to turn around and walk away before the blonde captured your attention.

“Wait, is this the girl you’ve been talking about?” You quickly spun back around, eyebrows pinched together in confusion as the blonde girl had peaked your interest.

Switching your attention to Choso for a second, you noticed how dusty pink had coloured his pale cheeks, his eyes wider than you’d ever seen them.

“It might be,” he said before clearing his throat and rolling his shoulders, hoping you didn’t notice the stress that was residing in his body.

“Finally,” she groaned, her hand shooting forward to initiate a handshake. “I’ve been wanting to meet you for a while. I’m Yuki.”

You still weren’t able to completely put the pieces together yet, blinking at her as you accepted her hand and introduced yourself.

“Oh, I know,” she mused, flashing you a cheeky grin. “This one right here,” patting a flat hand against his chest, “doesn’t really stop talking about you.”

A shy smile spread across your lips as you quickly shifted your gaze to him. “You’ve been talking about me?” You spoke softly.

“Well-” he stuttered, the pink quickly deepening into red.

A teasing scoff shot past her teeth. “Isn’t he cute when he gets shy,” she said as Choso’s shoulders grew stiff under her embrace. “You have that effect on him.”

When the opportunity to properly observe the dynamic between the pair in front of you, as well as digest the things Yuki was actually telling you, the pieces finally fell into place — they were just friends.

You had worried and spiralled for no reason, having spent the days since you had last seen him to prepare you to distance yourself from him.

But one look at his embarrassed face and tense body as a result of being teased about you, had all the butterflies come swarming back within seconds.

Choso kept most of his attention on Yuki as she went on to ask him what she’d initially come to talk to him about, but he couldn’t stop himself from letting his eyes dart over to you every once in a while.

“My god, you’re my saviour,” Yuki gushed at her friend, tugging playfully at his arm, before turning back toward you. “He’s truly a catch,” she said with a wink as she slowly started to back away. It had you grow a little restless, knowing you would soon find yourself standing alone with him. “Be good to him. And it was great to finally meet you!”

And she was off.

Slowly Choso turned his entire body towards you, his face having done the impossible and gotten even more red.

“What an interesting interaction,” you breathed.

A nervous chuckle slipped out of him in an attempt to remove the immense pressure that was looming over him. “She’s really something.”

“What was that part about me making you shy?” Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I mean-“ he cleared his throat. “I guess you’re seeing it in action right now.”

“Hm,” you said simply, causing him to narrow his eyebrows in response — both in confusion and slight worry.

“Hm what?” Swallowing the lump in his throat.

“It’s cute.”

Then he couldn’t stop smiling.

Boyfriend!Choso who managed to live up to every bit of your love dazed fantasy.

At times, you were scared you had let your fantasy go to far — that in your desperate hope for something more, you had created a character that no living person would ever be able to live up to.

Yet here Choso was, in the flesh, embodying every scenario you had made up when you had been tossing and turning on sleepless nights, and then some.

Small or big, he never disappointed.

He held the door open for you, he remembered your coffee order, he showered you with compliments and admiration.

It didn’t take long for him to learn how you yearned for grand gestures — so Choso made it a mission to fulfill those dreams.

Not only did he succeed, but he excelled well beyond your expectations.

He made sure to take you on dates frequently, but also spontaneously so you wouldn’t see them coming. He managed to make every occasion feel planned and intentional.

Boyfriend!Choso who was absolutely baffled once you told him about how you had admired him so intensely before you ever talked to each other.

The confession caught him completely by surprise, because he couldn’t in his wildest dreams have imagined you even noticed him before the little episode in the cafeteria.

Boyfriend!Choso who despite succeeding in making you his girlfriend, got just as shy about you now as he did then.

tags : @sad-darksoul

an : i hope it's a universal experience to create proximity crush that drives you crazy... dividers by @/strangergraphics comments and reblogs is much appreciated

©hiraethwrote 2025 . all rights reserved. reposting, translating and otherwise plagarisim is prohibited

[alexwritess]

just this once ~g.s~

Content warnings: angst, mentions drug-use, mentions relapsing, smut (MDNI), service dom! geto, oral (both receiving), praise, degradation, rough sex, piv unprotected sex, make-up sex (YES GAWWDDD), gn! reader (reader does have a vagina), overstimulation, creampie (for LACK of a better term great heavens), and a little fluff for my sappy hoes

word count: 2.8k (ik it’s kinda long, bare w me)

(a/n: in this fic, just imagine geto being HEAVILY tattooed, i could not find any reference pics so the gif will have to do i fear. also i barely proofread this so i apologize in advance for any typos)

You had just gotten home after a long day at work and all you wanted to do was relax in bed with your boyfriend. You walked into the house and were met with Suguru’s cat Yuki laying in the dead center of the living room. Her head poked up as she saw you walking through the door, causing her to run over to you. You crouched to the floor, petted her, and kissed the top of her head before something caught the corner of your eye. A small pack of cigarettes was hidden under a napkin in the small trash can that sat by your front door.

“Suguru?” You called, your voice ricocheting off the walls.

“Suguru!” The disappointment in your voice was prominent. Suguru had been going through a rough patch and he developed unhealthy habits since his failed assignment of protecting a young girl by the name of Riko Amanai.

After inspecting the entirety of your home, you finally found him sitting out on the patio. It was like he immediately sensed your presence and arose from his seat to greet you.

“Hi baby” He smiled, leaning to kiss you but you pushed him away.

“Are you smoking again?” You asked, your hand flying up to scratch your forehead to try and comprehend how this could’ve possibly happened.

“What? Sweetheart, what are you talking about?”

You scoffed at his response. “Don’t “sweetheart’ me right now Suguru, just answer the question”

“No, I’m not. Why would you think that?” His tone was rattled.

You nodded as you pulled the empty box of cigarettes out from your back pocket and waved them in his face.

“I found these in the trash can by the front door”

“They’re not mine, I swear”

“Don’t bullshit me right now” You said, staring directly into his brown eyes.

“I’m not, they’re Nanami’s. He was here a few hours ago”

“Okay” You nodded. “So if I were to call Nanami right now he would tell me that these were his?”

Suguru was quiet for a second. No longer making eye contact with you, he shrugged and nodded.

“Let’s see about that”

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contact list searching for Nanami’s contact. You clicked on his name and stared at Suguru, who was trying his best no to look at you as the phone rang. After about 3 rings, a deep voice was heard coming from the other side of the line.

(R= Reader, N= Nanami)

N: I’m working

R: Hey sorry, were you here today by any chance?

N: No, I’ve been at work since morning. I’m actually working overtime today

R: That’s weird, I was told otherwise. Anyways, sorry for bothering you at work

N: It’s no problem, and uh… is Geto okay?

R: He’s fine Kento, thanks. Bye

N: Alright

*End call*

“You are so full of shit” You shook your head at Suguru, who was now staring at the floor below him, praying it would swallow him whole after he had just been caught in a lie. He exhaled deeply before attempting to walk closer to you, the unpleasant smell of tobacco hitting your nostrils.

“Don’t crowd me, you reek” You softly spoke, walking away from him.

For the record, you weren’t upset that he relapsed. You were upset that he felt comfortable enough to lie to you about it after you had both made it clear that honesty, openness, and communication were the biggest you needed to work on to make the relationship last.

A couple hours later, you were in the kitchen making dinner. You had forgotten that what you had planned on eating that night was Suguru’s favorite food, Zaru Soba. Somehow, preparing it made you even more upset. Soft footsteps were heard descending the stairs and you immediately dreaded having to be in the same room as him.

His arms snaked around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder, planting a soft kiss upon it. Suguru was notorious for being extremely clingy after arguments and/or disagreements, he HATED seeing you upset. Especially if he was the reason for your negative emotions. With his head still resting on your shoulder, he looked up at your eyes before looking back at the cutting board in front of you.

“This looks really good, babe” He said.

You swatted his arms from around you as you walked over to the pantry to return everything you had used to cook.

He scoffed at you. “The Silent Treatment, seriously?”. The silence grew a little more deafening as the only noise that occurred was the food hitting the bowls you were serving it into. You pushed a bowl over to Suguru because even if you were extremely upset with him, you still loved him…with every inch of your being. You slowly picked at your food, not feeling much of an appetite.

“Can you at least say something? Us not talking is killing me right now” he finally spoke up.

“I don’t have anything to say, Suguru”

“That wasn’t exactly your case earlier though, was it?” He muttered under his breath, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

“Go to hell” You said, before exiting the kitchen and making your way upstairs to your bedroom, locking the door behind you.

Tears slowly poured out from your eyes, but it was like as soon as you dried your eyes, even more tears came streaming down.

“Y/N?” Suguru’s voice called from the other side of the door. The door slowly opened and he peeked his head in. How the hell did he open the- wait- he’s a sorcerer.

He walked into the room and stood right next to the door.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that” He scanned your face to see if you were going to say anything.

“Look, I fucking relapsed okay? Is that it? Is that what you wanted to hear?” The sound of his voice raising at you caused you to cringe. He’d never raised his voice at you until tonight.

He took a deep breath before continuing “I’ve been through a lot of shit these past couple of months, and I don’t need you berating me for a minor setback”

“I’m not berating you, I’m just upset and angry that you felt the need to lie to me about something this serious”

He covered his face with his hands. “It was a couple fuckin’ cigarettes, babe”

“The whole fuckin’ pack is not a couple, Suguru. I’m worried about you”

“I’m fine” He huffed.

“No you’re not, you and I both know that”

“I’m your partner and I love you. When shit like this happens, please talk to me. We’ve been together for almost 3 years and we’ve always told each other that we would ALWAYS confide each other with our problems. I don’t know it’s just… I feel like you might not trust me anymore”

He slowly walked towards the bed and sat right next to you, wiping a tear from your eye and bringing your hand up to his mouth to kiss it.

“That is not true, I trust you more than anyone in this whole world. I-” he paused. “Since I took some time off from work and since you’ve been picking up more shifts at the bakery, you’ve been really stressed and busy and I just didn’t wanna bother you with my shit”

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard the last words of that sentence. How could the love of your life ever feel like he would be a burden to you?

“You’d never be a burden, my love”

“God, I love you” He said, his eyes sparkling with tears.

“I love you too” You said back, before he gently placed his lips onto yours, His arms immediately reaching for your waist and yours immediately reaching for his neck. He leaned forward, his broad, fit frame landing right on top of you. The kiss grew hungrier as you spread your legs to feel just how much he was hardening from above you. Suguru pulled away from your lips, kissing down your neck, then your shoulders. Creeping closer and closer to your chest. You flipped the switch, causing you to now be straddling him. His wrists pinned to the bed. You reached for the hem of his t-shirt, eagerly pulling it over his head. Your hands explored his tattooed torso and left slow delicate kisses all down his body until you got closer and closer to the waistband of his briefs. He stopped you as you reached for his sweats.

“What are you doing?” He asked, in a rather confused tone.

“You always take care of me, let me take care of you for once” You responded, smiling up at him.

“You really don’t have to do that”

“I want to though, you never let me get you off” You said, reaching into his boxers.

“That’s because watching you get off helps me get off” His words were followed by a sharp gasp as your cold hand met his erection.

“Let me do this for you, baby. Just this once” You whispered into his ear.

You placed your lips back onto his as you stroked his hard cock through his boxers.

“Ngh, fuck” he moaned out.

You proceeded to pull his pants and boxers off at once and were shocked by how pre-cum he’d already leaked. You licked him from the base of his cock up until the tip and took his entire length into your mouth. Slowly moving your head up and down as Suguru lost his mind from under you. You looked up at him for a split second and saw his head thrown back as he let out different whimpers and cuss words, praising you for how amazing your mouth felt on his throbbing cock.

“Ngh, fuck sweetheart”

The closer he got to his orgasm, the more you teased his tip just enough to send him over the edge. He lifted your head off of him by grabbing your chin, he kissed you sloppily not having a care in the world that you were just going down on him less than a second ago.

“You are so fuckin’ sexy” He said to you. “Get on your back for me, angel”

He smiled down at you as you did what he said. “I love it when you do as you’re told, so good for me”

He had practically ripped off every article of clothing you had on, leaving your body completely exposed. He planted innocent kisses on stomach, neck, and shoulders. He was barely even touching you but he just knew what spots would make you tick.

“Suguru please, I- I need you”

“Patience, my love”

Suguru began moving lower, planting kisses on your inner thighs. Creeping closer to where you really needed him, you were practically in heat waiting for him to stop teasing you. After what felt like a million lifetimes of waiting, he was finally paying attention to your soaked, aching core. He slowly licked in between your wet folds and mainly focused his tongue on your swollen clit. Flicking it back and forth with his tongue before sucking on it with a little more pressure than usual. As your clit kept his tongue occupied, he slid one of his fingers into your wet cunt, earning a choked out gasp from your mouth.

“F-fuck” was all you could manage to get out, considering every cohesive thought was being washed out of your brain from how good his mouth felt on your pussy.

“Oh my…fuck Suguru!” You squealed, attempting to close your legs from your clit having grown way too sensitive but he pried your legs open with his forearms and held them open. The lewd noises exiting your mouth were the only form of response you had to how badly he was manhandling you.

“Ungh, shit baby I’m getting cl- fuck i’m gonna cum”

“D-don’t s-stop, FUCK” you screamed.

He sat upright and the sight of his mouth and chin covered in your juices made you wetter than you already were. He crawled up to you, tenderly kissing you, letting you taste yourself off of his tongue.

“I need more of you, like right now”

“Your wish is forever my command, sweetheart”

He begins pulling his hair back but you stop him.

“No, leave it down. You look hot”

He smiled at you before lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushed himself into you, your back automatically arching and a high-pitched squeal immediately leaving your mouth. Suguru cupped your face and stared directly into your eyes.

“It’s okay baby, I got you. You’re okay”

“Oh my god, you feel so g-good”

He responded by planting a kiss on your forehead as he fucked you harder. Your eyes involuntarily began rolling to the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, eyes on me sweetheart, look at me while I fuck you”

You look up at him with the most cockdrunk look in your eyes, the sweat beads on his forehead and the way his long hair fell perfectly made you want to have this man’s babies right then and there. You attempted to say something but it came out as random babbles because the only thing you could truly think about was how good Suguru’s hard cock felt repeatedly pounding into your drenched pussy.

“I know baby, I know” He lightly smiled. “You’re taking me so well, you like being a good slut for me?”

You lazily nodded. “I need to hear your words”

“I like being a g- g- fuck that feels so good”

He chuckled. “That’s not what I asked you, angel”

“Ungh fuck, I love being a good s-slut f- for you”

He groaned in response and you felt a slight twitch in his cock, hinting that he was nearing his orgasm.

“Are you close?” You asked him, he slowly nodded.

“Y-Yeah why?”

“I wanna c-, fuck I need to cum with you”

“No, you cum first”

Suguru always insisted on making you cum first, he didn’t give a damn if he had to edge himself for hours, he just always needed you to get off first.

“You are so fucking s-stubborn”

“Was that attitude you were just giving me?” He asked. “Huh?”

He increased the speed and pressure at which he fucked you, it felt so overwhelmingly good your eyes were rolled so far back, you swore you couldn’t see for a minute straight.

“Oh my fucking godddddd, fuck Suguru. D-don’t stop, I’m gonna c- oh fuck”

“You are so fuckin’ t-tight angel”

The only noises filling the room were yours and Suguru’s moans, along with the sound of this skin loudly slapping against yours.

“I-I’m c-cumminggggg fuck!” You reaching your high didn’t stop him from continuing to fuck you at an abnormal pace and force.

“Fuck I need to cum inside you, baby” He said, cupping the side of your face.

Suguru was fucking you harder than he ever had in your 2 and a half years of having been together.

“You’re so good for me, taking all of me like the cock-slut you are. Tell me what you are, baby”

“I’m your c-cock-slut”

He groaned as his thrusts got sloppier.

“I’m yours, fuck I’m all yours”

“Shit angel, I’m so close”

“Cum inside me Suguru, I need it. I need you, please. I wanna feel all of it”

He let out a loud grunt as he blew his thick white load of cum into your tight throbbing cunt.

“Holy fuck” You exclaimed as he fucked his cum deeper into you.

“I think you’re trying to break me tonight” You laughed.

He passionately kissed you as he slowly laid next to you.

“I’m sorry” He said.

“For what?” You looked up at him.

“Lying to you”

“It’s okay Sugu, I understand why you did it”

“I love you, you know that?”

You nodded, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

“I love you too”

He kissed your forehead, then your lips.

The room fell into a comfortable silence when Suguru just had a sense that your mind wasn’t clear.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

“Sex”

He scoffed. “You slut, we just had sex”

You slapped his chest before laughing.

“No but I um..I just wanna ask you something”

“What is it?”

“How come you never…?

“How come I never let you go down on me?”

You covered your face in embarrassment. ‘Yeah?”

“I just get more pleasure from making you feel good”

“So you hate when I give you head?”

“No baby, that is not what I’m saying. You give amazing head but I just prefer taking care of you, don’t feel selfish though, I know how you get”

“So you’re like a…service dom?”

“And what the hell is that?”

“It’s someone whose main focus is making their partner feel good in the bedroom, so they kinda like prioritize their partner’s pleasure” You explained.

“Um…I guess that’s what I am then”

“Yeah, you sure are”

He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you say, angel” He softly kissed your forehead before you both dozed off.

[ryiju-muunie]

Yuki x choso x reader with nipple play and fisting please??👀👀

Just like an Animal

18+ viewer discretion is advised

fem!sub!reader/dom!Yuki Tsukumo/sub!Choso Kamo Warnings: whenever I do this it ends up just being YukixReader LMAO, nipple play, nipple sucking, breast worship, fingering, stretching I guess, fisting~, neck kissing, light biting, making out, tongue kissing Word count: 2155 DESC: Your relationship with Yuki and Choso gets spicy!!

I'm being super active but this isn't gonna last sowwyyyyyyy

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

At this point, you weren’t sure how your relationship had begun. It started one day, with Yuki coming onto you and trying to engage in some lustrous foreplay. It felt wrong and dirty with her boyfriend, Choso, in the other room. But god, it felt so good. The way her hand delicately traced circles upon the top of your chest, just begging to go down and dip into your shirt. It was orgasmic before she even began. Then her boyfriend walked in. You expected a scandal, you didn’t expect him to join in. The man sat behind you and pressed his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your pumpkin perfume and getting lost in your skin. You were soft and plush, made up of fat that they couldn’t help but squeeze. You were gorgeous in every sense of the word to those two, no wonder they had had their eyes on you. 

Yuki purred into your ear, whispering sweet nothings as Choso’s hands pulled up your shirt. From there it was history. They fucked into you like you were their only vice like you were the glue holding everything together. It was hot how the blonde would kiss your lips, smearing her lipgloss on your face as she hungrily devoured what was hers. And it was hot, how the brunette squeezed your breasts as he was about to finish, trying to hold onto any semblance of himself; Trying desperately to compose his whines. 

This day started like any other. Your friend was lying on your couch, legs across your lap as her boyfriend was seated beside you. In all honesty, you didn’t just like the sex. You liked the intimate aspect of it too. The romantic undertones in how they both lounged beside you, holding you close. It was as if you were a part of their little circle. You were their favorite thing to pleasure and please.

Choso leaned closer to you as the three of you watched the TV, his head resting against your shoulder. It was nice, how he very gently pressed his body weight to yours and made you feel safe. Not to mention Yuki’s presence too was comforting. His hand inched its way to your thigh, just resting against your clothed skin. It was pretty normal for the two of them to be handsy even if they didn’t want a sexual encounter. That’s how they were and you didn’t mind one bit.

The woman sat up after a moment, relinquishing her legs from your lap and opting to sit close to you. She put her hand on your lower stomach and watched as it twitched from her supple touch. Even over your shirt she still managed to give you butterflies. Her boyfriend was quick too, running his hand on your leg further up until he reached the hem of your yoga pants. 

You let out a faint exhale, closing your eyes to the sensation. If it were up to the couple, you would just sit back and do nothing as they worshipped your body for hours together. But you wanted to worship them too. You wanted both of them to feel the pleasure you felt almost every time their hands would graze yours. 

The raven-haired male’s lips pressed soft and shallow kisses along the side of your neck. It was subtle enough that you didn’t realize, until you felt the edge of his teeth run along your jaw, followed by his tongue. Slowly, he traced circles along your skin to make the hair on your back stand on end. It was tantalizing how he licked down your jaw, back to your neck to suck on your deep skin. Yuki was working too, longingly dragging her hands underneath your shirt until she felt the fat of your breasts peeking out from underneath. She pulled at the hem, draping your top over your tits until they were out from their cage and in her mouth. Every time, it was almost like she had some kind of fetish for your nipples. She began to suck on the left as her fingers twisted your right nub, causing your body to tighten and stiffen in pleasure. And every time, you were sensitive to her rough touches. 

Choso was moving back up to your jaw, tilting your head towards him so he could capture your lips. But he was in a teasing mood, you supposed because he let your mouth ghost his for several moments, biting on your bottom lip and then pulling away so you’d moan in disdain. He let out a faint, breathless laugh, before taking your lips into his. It was slow and painfully methodic how he used his tongue to pleasure yours. Without even asking for permission it slid into your mouth and traced circles around your own, pulling you into a trace. A soft moan escaped your lips as he tried to hold himself back. Typically, it was hard for Kamo to keep his composure, opting to dive head-first into your mouth and whine for you to fuck him senseless. Yeah … he was a sub. 

It was so hot, how he was slowly fucking his tongue into your mouth as Yuki was tracing circles around your erect nipple, with her lips around the other. She lightly bit down, just to feel your breath hitch in your ribcage. Her boyfriend's hands weren’t staying PG either, no-no, he was practically itching in his skin to touch you. If he could’ve had it his way he would’ve been on top of you by now, ripping off your top and taking you. [Yuki also felt eerily similar] 

The male’s hands were on your sides, rubbing your love handles and squeezing your body just to feel you tremble underneath his touch. They didn’t stay there for long, running down to your pants to get them out of the way. His girlfriend got the memo and left your breasts, but you both know she’d be back for them soon. She helped him, pulling the hem down to reveal your pink panties, which at this point were soaked. It was easy to turn you on with just the slightest touch or the littlest bit of kissing. And they knew it. You were dripping and they hadn’t even begun the fun-est part, fucking your tight little pussy until you screamed for it to end. 

“Wow…” Yuki whispered, hands on your pubic bone as she stared at the evergrowing wet spot, “I think we should try something new today.” You looked down at your underwear, then at the woman beside you, who was eyeing you with lust. You were down to try anything once, especially if it was them who were going to be the ones doing it to you.

“Do you mean,” Choso began but paused after a moment, looking away with a hint of embarrassment creeping up onto his cheeks. It was a hazy blush that ran across his temples and down to the apples of his cheeks, dusting his nose. 

She nodded and let a grin plaster her glossed lips, “Yeah baby, we’re gonna fuck our little toy so good. Right, toy?” Her voice was almost nurturing, with a condescending hint that drove you wild. A soft whine came from your mouth before you could even stop it, nodding your head along. You didn’t care what they did as long as it was them doing it. 

“I like the sound of that…” He spoke in awe, running a hand down your chest to your tits, palming one of them just to see you squirm. What a tease. Kamo just loved to rile you up before letting go, so you’d plead for more. Especially when they fucked you so good, you couldn’t control the moans escaping from your mouths. And the begging too.

One of Yuki’s fingers inched closer to your wet pussy, you could tell she was itching to taste you. It was almost addicting how amazing you were, in every possible way. She inhaled and grabbed your panties by the top hem, beginning to pull them down. Choso helped, lifting you up with ease to make the process easier. Even as they manhandled you they were careful. They’d never want to break their toy. Well, physically that is. Your underwear was tossed to the side, somewhere. You found that you didn’t quite care at that moment where they were, as you felt warm fingers press into your wetness. A slow and quiet pleasure filled your walls and you leaned your head back. 

“Y-Yuki…” You exhaled, leaning your head against the cushion behind you. This was different than how she’d usually finger you. Typically she’d start off with your clit, then dive in with two fingers. But she was inserting two very slowly, spreading them apart just a bit to see your reaction. It was pleasurable in a very strange way, tickling your core differently than it had before. 

“Add in another one,” Choso whined into your ear, with his arms slowly embracing you from behind. He pulled you to him as Yuki anchored herself on the floor in front of your perfect pussy. His mouth found your neck and began to tease it, sending small kitten licks your way. It was little pulses of pleasure on your skin until he began to bite. The man had already unnaturally long canines, so the littlest bit of pressure was enough to make you moan in pain [and bliss]. Your head lazily turned towards his, mouth searching for his own. The softness of his lips was what you craved in ways you didn’t know you needed. Sure, the blonde was a good kisser, but there was nothing like kissing that damn emo. The way he took pleasure in kissing you slowly, building up to an intense and sloppy make-out… it was utterly arousing. 

You felt her insert a third finger, pushing them further apart as she did so. Softly, she began to thrust them. You were attempting to figure out exactly what she was prepping you for, but it went out the window when her fingers touched your sensitive G-spot. Your back arched forward to the sensation, but Choso made sure you didn’t go far. It was different to have three fingers on your walls, tickling your area until you came. Yet, the way she was fucking you was indicating it wasn’t going to stop there. No, she wasn’t trying to make you cum. Not right now. 

“Good girl,” Yuki purred, honey practically dripping from her smooth lips, “You’re doing so good… I’m gonna insert a fourth, kay princess?” She cooed and it was bliss. She could have been telling you the worst news imaginable, but in that voice, you couldn’t help but nod pathetically and let her have her way. She was sweet, talking down to you as if you were the scum on the bottom of her boot. But you wanted her to continue. That way she spoke, you never wanted it to end. 

Her fourth finger slid into your warmth and you felt a hand toy with your nipples, entering a state of newfound bliss. It was hard to keep those soft little noises from your lips as your orgasm was starting to approach with every fondling touch. Choso’s fingers twisted your perked nubs in the way he knew you liked, as his girlfriend pumped her hand slowly in and out of your cunt. By the time she inserted her thumb and pressed deep into your core, you were far gone. 

“H-hah… Y.. Yu.. mm- shit ha.. Fuck Yuki,” you drawled, leaning your head back against the male for stability, but it was hard to find it with pleasure running through your pink walls. Every second you could feel your body tighten in anticipation, riling up for the moment it knew would come soon. Closer and closer you could feel it coming as her fingers pressed together to form a point and targeted your swollen spot. Curving up, they graced your G-spot and began to abuse it. Hearing your reactions was enough for Tsukumo to leave satisfied, watching your eyes flutter from her touch.

Your hips rolled up and your chest arched forward, beginning to ride those slow waves of orgasmic gratification. It was different from those other, intense orgasms you had had before. It wasn’t a quick burst of intensity that left you panting for more. No, it was slow and painful as it reached its peak in your pussy, and traveled through your legs, and into your body. It created wave after wave of ferocious glee, that you couldn’t help but groan gutterally. Your wetness was music to Choso’s ears as he nibbled gently on your neck, feasting on your orgasm like it was his lifeline. Yuki was having a blast too. Anything that pleased you or her boyfriend was enough to make her happy. 

That’s all that mattered, your happiness.

[myysaints]

Hi there! I have this silly idea where yuki is y/n (established - actress,singer etc) biggest fan and when lando and y/n officially confirmed their relationship, yuki on his quest to make sure that max will treat y/n right. Lando (borderline amused and annoyed) still try to prove himself to yuki bcs y/n is very fond of him (and provide great entertainment for her). I know this quite ridiculous and would understand if you declined it :)

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ LN4 ꒱ TREAT HER RIGHT─ LANDO NORRIS

LANDO NORRIS x f!singer!reader

genre — fluff

notes — thank you so much for the request! it was not at all ridiculous, i absolutely love this dynamic between lando and yuki !!! ik your request mentioned max, not sure if that was a typo? hopefully i got it right by going with lando :> hope u enjoy this one !!! xx (edit: LOL just realised i called u anon when your user is there TT so sorry bout that!!!)

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If Lando had known this would happen, he’d have never made that Instagram post.

“YOU’RE DATING WHO?!”

The Japanese driver in front of him whirls around in his seat, eyes wide and mouth hung open in askance.

It’s rare that Yuki speaks to Lando; after all, their language and cultural barrier makes conversation difficult. But this is an entirely different situation altogether.

Lando grins sheepishly, casting a look towards Charles, who stands beside him. The Monegasque merely chuckles, leaning forward in his seat to peer at Yuki.

“So, do you know Y/N?” Charles asks with a cheeky smile.

“Do I know Y/N?!” Yuki is practically leaping out of his seat, his excitement causing the other drivers in the area to glance back at the commotion. “Of course I do! She’s the best singer of all time! I always listen to her songs!”

“Oh, are we talking about Y/N L/N?” Pierre, passing by, cuts in, “Yuki loves her. Has a huge crush on her and everything.”

Lando spreads his palms out, grinning. “Guess I’ll have to keep Yuki away from her when she comes to the paddock, hmm?”

The way Yuki’s eyes light up in glee doesn’t go unnoticed, the Alpha Tauri driver’s face breaking out into an uncontrollable grin.

“You’re bringing her! When? Where?!”

“Calm down, mate,” Lando laughs, leaning back in his seat. His heart flutters at the thought of you in McLaren colours, proudly representing him and his team in the paddock, for the world to see. He clears his throat, trying to stop the furious reddening of his cheeks. “You’ll see her at Suzuka. No rush.. I know my girlfriend's quite the catch - but so am I, right?”

At this, Yuki seemingly goes quiet.

Lando raises an eyebrow. “Yuki…? You okay there?”

A moment of silence passes before Yuki gets up, motioning for Lando to follow him. With a wary look towards an equally-confused Charles and Pierre, who both only shrug in response, Lando follows Yuki towards a quieter corner.

Once they reach a secluded spot, Yuki’s eyes darken, his smile dropping instantly. The shift in atmosphere is undeniable. Lando's never seen Yuki this serious, not even after the Spanish Grand Prix. In all honesty: It scares him.

“Lando,” Yuki says, his voice steeled and brows furrowed. “I like you. I think you’re funny, and you’re a good driver-”

“Hey, thanks man,” he jokes. The attempt at keeping the mood light, however, doesn’t work in the slightest.

“-But, look, listen, if you ever think of hurting her-”

“Sorry, are we talking about Y/N?” Lando’s head tilts in confusion.

“Yes, Y/N. If you ever hurt her,” Yuki continues, ignoring the shocked look on Lando’s face. “If you ever try to hurt her, just know that I will never forgive you. Ever. Do you understand?”

“I-” Lando shakes his head, his cheeks going pink. How do you even respond to that? “-Well, yeah, mate, of course. I only want the best for her. Really, I do.”

“Okay, good. 'Cause I’ll be watching you.” Yuki straightens up, a satisfied smile on his face. “Well, I’ll see you around, then! I will look forward to Suzuka.”

And, with a playful punch to the arm, Yuki is off, leaving Lando stunned at what just happened.

So, when Suzuka rolls around, true to his word, Lando shows up to the paddock with you on his arm.

The sight has Yuki running over instantly, a large bashful smile on his face as he greets you enthusiastically.

“Hi! You must be Yuki,” you smile softly, quietly amused at his enthusiasm. “Lando’s told me all about you.”

That was true - Immediately after Lando’s little… altercation, as one might call it, with Yuki, he’d texted you in a frantic hurry. It was, in all honesty, endearing, and incredibly funny. You’d teased Lando about it relentlessly in the days after. Plus, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t used the Alpha Tauri driver’s words as leverage; referencing Yuki’s threat to get Lando to pick up some cupcakes, to let you pick the movie for date nights, and so on.

Lando hums in response, watching with an amused smile as Yuki almost trips over his feet trying to shake your hand. “Y/N, this is Yuki. And Yuki, this is… Well, you already know who she is.”

Yuki’s eyes are blown wide in amazement as he shakes your hand, his grip firm and his smile bright. “Wow, it’s so cool that you’re here! I love your new song, it’s already one of my favourites!”

You share a smile with Lando, who squeezes your side in a playful ‘I-told-you-so’ motion.

“Thank you so much, Yuki, that’s so sweet of you! Tell you what - If you let Lando past in the race, I’ll send you a signed copy of my new album, free of charge, before it even drops. How 'bout that?”

Yuki lets out a loud laugh, shaking his head. "No way! Maybe if Lando lets me through in quali today."

You exchange a grin with your boyfriend, who shakes his head in amusement.

"Alright, it was great seeing you, Yuki. Good luck out there," Lando fist bumps the smaller driver, who waves at you before departing with a pep in his step.

Lando's hand finds yours as you walk back to the McLaren motorhome.

"So, that was Yuki..."

"Yep," he nods in response, popping the 'p'. "What'd you think of him?"

You smile cheekily. "You sure it was him who threatened you that time? He seems so sweet!"

Lando scoffs, shaking his head despite the amused smirk that sneaks up on his face. "You haven't seen him when he's angry. He's a menace on the track, I'll tell you that."

The bright laugh that leaves your lips makes Lando's heart skip a beat, heat rising to his face at the look of joy you send his way. You never cease to make his heart flutter.

"Well, finish in the points, and maybe I'll put in a good word to Yuki then, hmm?"

"Alright, muppet. You can count on that."

"Well..."

You're lying on the bed in Lando's hotel room, his trophy sitting tall and proud on the dresser in front of you.

It's been a crazy past 24 hours. In just this one day, you've witnessed perhaps one of the greatest drives of Lando's career, and at your first ever race, on top of that.

Lando wraps you in his arms, flipping the both of you around so that you lie atop his chest.

You smile he gazes up at you, his chest rising and falling to the steady beating of his heart. You feel so at home in these moments, the in-between spaces of time where you have him all to yourself; no races to win, no cameras to look out for. Just you and him, and the spaces in between your fingers.

You laugh softly as he nudges his face into your neck. "Well, what?"

"Well, you still gotta thank Yuki," he replies, his voice muffled in the crook of your neck. "He let me by on the second last lap. Probably would've lost out on P3 if not for that."

You chuckle, instinctively reaching a hand up to play with his curls. Lando hums lowly, leaning into your touch.

"Thought you were scared of him?" you tease, a playful smile toying on your lips.

"Well, yeah," he mutters out, his tone of voice cheeky, a smile pressed against your skin. "Gotta stay on his good side."

That elicits a giggle from you, and he pulls away from your touch to look up at your smiling face. He cups a hand around your face and pulls you down into a kiss, the two of you breathless when you resurface for air.

"I'll send him a signed CD later," you mumble, leaning back down for another searing kiss. "But I don't wanna think 'bout him right now."

An appreciative hum leaves Lando's lips. "Why not?" he teases, pulling away with a knowing twinkle in his eye.

Your reply has his breath caught in his throat.

"'Cause all I wanna think about is you."

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Miya Atsumu: VBC

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: -1.8k, fluff

• Joining the Inarizaki volleyball team isn’t what you expected, but maybe someone can help with that.

Warnings: fem!reader, curses

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In honesty you were ecstatic to transfer to Inarizaki High for second year, it gave you the opportunity to reconnect with your best friend Yuki, and you'd heard amazing things about the volleyball club there.

The key word being 'were'. It wasn't until you'd arrived did you understand the misconception - you had every intention of joining the females VBC despite your friends' discernment. Upon passing the advertising for afterschool clubs, you noted their sales pitch wasn't exactly suited to one's passion for the sport.

"The main reason to join is for the Miya twins!"

It was rather a passion for the boys.

"But this is the girls team." You'd deadpan stated, as if this resolved everything.

Alas the promoter and captain disagreed with a gleaming smile that suggested she'd been begging to elaborate on such things.

"Yes exactly! Atsumu and Osamu are interested in volleyball, meaning the boys team are liable to play us during training. Giving us a chance to spend time and learn from them~"

"Great, I'm all for the competition but—"

"If you're lucky you might even end up with a hot boyfriend!"

Instantly the leaflet in your palm was scrunched, a huff of disappointment escaping you.

"Then I'd rather find somewhere else to play." You curtly responded, the girl taken aback but cheerfully calling after you anyway.

"We— We're showing around potential recruits after school if you change your mind!"

Once reaching your newly assigned classroom, the balled up paper was dumped on your friends' desk who only looked up to you with a raised brow.

"That's why you were evasive about me joining the volleyball club Yuki."

She released a tired hum, like she'd been expecting this conversation, Hamada Yuki and yourself had been on a team together in middle school.

"Told ya (Y/n), as a member of the so-called 'Inarizaki Girls Volleyball Team', it's more of a damn fan club at this point." Yuki seethed, shooting the flyer into the bin across the classroom.

"I could tell. Is anyone serious there besides you?" You questioned once sitting at your desk beside hers, the setter shaking her head thoughtfully.

"A few. We're vastly outnumbered by fangirls though, we practice and they do whatever - sometimes asking us about terminology to impress certain people of course."

On that note, you figured it'd be worth seeing what the fuss was about later, and if what Yuki had told you was true.

Lo and behold, it was exactly like Yuki described. However, the second you'd reached the boys practice, the surrounding group of girls came to life with unadulterated adoration for the players. Squeals and cheers erupting when they'd take shots or score, meanwhile you'd analysed the plays with a degree of knowledge.

It was then you'd locked eyes with the charismatic setter, only for a second, before his shift in focus sent your fellow potentials into a frenzy.

That's enough. You walked out.

———

So the girls team wasn't your cup of tea. That didn't mean you'd cease playing the game you enjoyed - the nearby community centre hosted volleyball sessions regularly, and you were able to book time slots with Yuki and some of her teammates.

It meant you were settling into this new environment, even if it wasn’t perfect. As an Inarizaki tradition, and a volleyball fan, you naturally ended up watching a few of the boys games out of support. They were talented too, deserving of their recognition even if part of it was linked to their attractiveness.

“Ya came to the game huh, transfer?” He caught you as you were about to leave the gym in the midst of students fussing over them, an apologetic hand immediately retracting from your wrist where he’d reached for you.

“Yeah, apparently it’s a tradition or something since you guys are the pride of Inarizaki.” You’d spoken casually with a shrug which he seemed somewhat defeated by considering the recent victory.

“Oh really…?”

“Mhm. You played well though, Miya.”

“It’s nothin’, all thanks to training and my team y’know?” It appeared he’d reignited, a sudden enlightenment about him due to your praise.

“Keep it up then. See you around.”

“I— uh— yeah hope so!”

———

Today, you'd ventured to the centre, court doors open to allow a soft breeze to freshen the area. As well as a perspective viewpoint for curious passers-by, one that captured the double back of a certain blonde.

Finally, spike!

"Hey I know ya!"

Faltering, awry angle leaving you landing awkwardly but your hit was seemless. Still, you shot a dangerous glare to the intruders, finding Atsumu holding the door he'd previously slammed wide open and Osamu who also seemed tired of his twins' spontaneity.

"No, you don't Miya."

"Yer from class. The transfer.” Atsumu proudly replied to your dismissal, walking in with a wave alongside his brother who facepalmed with an agitated mutter.

“Their name is (L/n) (Y/n).”

“Well I never asked ‘em!” Even though you’d spoken a few times and it’d been nearly two months, this remained true.

"Okay, and?" Your lack of acknowledgement left Atsumu pouting slightly, but he was more intrigued by your choice of venue considering the fully functioning gym and team currently training at Inarizaki.

"And yer here playing volleyball instead of at school! Yer good, the girls team would be glad to have ya."

"I'd rather play for the community centre." You immediately responded a matter-of-factly, facing him now and spinning the recovered ball between your hands.

"But they don't get to enter high school competitions." It seemed he wasn't entirely convinced, having not discovered the answers he was politely fishing for.

"I know."

"Alright! I just wanna know why yer here? I’d get to play against ya if yer were apart of the school team." Atsumu argued again, more direct this time.

"Because the girls team is a damn fan club for you guys, the only score they're interested is scoring a date with you!"

"Huh, I mean..."

"Why bother joining a team like that when hardly any of them are there to actually play volleyball." You'd rolled your eyes, emotion present when explaining your point and Atsumu seemed to empathise.

"I get it. That'd piss me off too."

"Agreed." Osamu added, an understanding nod toward you.

"Then you have your answer."

With little more to say, the twins shared a sceptical look, before returning their focus to you once more.

“Would ya mind if we joined ya then?”

The question caught you off-guard, darting between them as if searching for some ulterior motive only to find none.

“I guess not.”

“Thanks (L/n).”

“Yeah cheers!” Osamu and Atsumu respectively threw their thanks and removed their jackets ready to play.

———

It’d been a week since that escapade, and you’d found the twins sharing gestures of greeting if they saw you around the school but nothing out of the ordinary. At least not until now…

"Psst (Y/n)!" Yuki came dashing in, evading desks until she'd reached yours with a devious look. "Guess what."

"You actually got an A?"

"Rude." A scoff. "No, Miya Atsumu came to practice yesterday."

"I am so sorry for your loss of concentration, I imagine your fangirl teammates couldn't take their eyes off him." Sarcasm flowed like an effortless river, one that normally fuelled Yuki, except she held a scheming tone when responding straightforwardly.

"He eradicated over half of the club."

"What?" You shock was evident, you’d heard he could be critical in games and a bit of an ass but this was unexpected - Yuki far too happy to extend.

"Yep. Miya comes in and gives a whole speech about ‘if you're not serious about playing then quit’. Said if they’re here for the boys team, he'll ask to open a practice for them to watch - and something about how being apart of this club isn't gonna catch his attention because he already likes someone.”

"Woah." It was all you could muster considering that this whole thing might've been linked to your conversation the other day. He wouldn't do that for such a trivial reason though, right? But if was to protect the sport he loved then it made sense.

"So... wanna join the team and play as my precious Spiker again?" Yuki persuadingly started when clasping your shoulders, earnest gratitude and glee lacing her voice.

"Seriously?"

"Yes! Remaining members want to progress and I want my middle school ace by my side again so we can kick ass and go to Nationals!"

"Then I'm in, but isn't there a trial or—" You matched her contagious energy, until she cut you off holding up an already filed applicant form.

"Just approval from the captain." Yuki smirked, that evil one she wore when she had something over you. "Me."

"You?”

"What? Once the chief of the Miya fan club quit along with the others, the team needed a serious captain.” She struck a model pose. “Who better than the reliable setter right?"

"I agree with the setter stuff, but uh can I talk to (L/n) for a sec?" The pair of you looked to the confident origin, finding none other than Atsumu walking toward you.

Yuki gave a little teasing wave and left you two to talk.

"I think ya should give the girls volleyball club a chance y'know." He’d held a hand to the back of neck, a lopsided grin on his lips regardless of the underlying awkwardness he harboured.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Went there yesterday, no fangirls in sight - just the makings of a solid team. Maybe ya were wrong about it."

"Maybe I was. Captain Yuki did personally invite me, so the least I could do is try it out." You paused momentarily, meeting his auburn eyes with mischievous ones of your own. "Considering all your hard work Miya."

There was a guilty look crossing his expression ever so briefly, the blonde shaking it off with a cocky smile.

"No idea whatcha talking about. Whatever, do what ya want!"

———

The Inarizaki girls VBC was a brilliant one now it'd been fortified, you got to play alongside your best friend once more and were surrounded by a team of talented individuals who you could hang out with as friends too.

Due to improved team cohesion, there were even joint training sessions alongside the boys VBC, sessions which the third years had said were more frequent than they ever had been before.

They couldn't help but think all the beneficial changes recently were all down to a single catalyst. Said catalyst apparently trying to impress a certain someone who'd captured more than his attention. The same one who he’d been too nervous to ask for a name numerous times when sparking conversation. The same one he’d look for during games and throughout the school corridors.

Unfortunately the certain someone was oblivious to such signs and thought nothing of it when Inarizaki walked into the gym - their prodigal setter immediately laying eyes on who everyone knew to be this certain someone.

"Hey (Y/n), can I set for ya?"

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[ Masterlist ]

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hi bunny! i love your work so much. can i have a mille-feuille and some hot cross buns with a vodka shot, served by yuki tsunoda. thank u, love!

bakery menu!

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i'd love to see what you request! as to this anon thank you! i don't often get too many requests for yuki so this was a pleasant surprise in my inbox! i hope i served your well today!

mille-feuille (“that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”) + hot cross buns: ("don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up.") + vodka shot (rough sex)

cw: smut/pwp, rough sex, dirty talk, doggy style, protected sex

everyone thought that yuki tsuoda was sweeter than ice cream during a sunrise on a summer's day. he was the perfect boyfriend, and he was in all honesty. you had never had a more perfect relationship!

but when you two got intimate, something else came out of your sweet yuki. a little danger lurked in those dark eyes, and it made you run hot all over.

you giggled and pressed your nose against his neck as he wrapped his strong arms around you. you knew he was one of the shorter drivers, but he was still rather built after years of intensive training. when he gave you a hearty squeeze you pulled back a little and smiled at him.

"i have to go in a few days." he admitted. the races were starting back up and you'd be apart.

"i know. then why don't we get a little familiar with each other before you have to go." fully giving him permission to be as rough as he needed which he happily accepted when he kissed you on the lips. the hands on your hips before he pushed up your t-shirt.

he only stopped himself to pull away and lead you to your shared bedroom. his kisses got harder as you ended up on the bed. he admired you as you took off the cheap t-shirt you wore around the apartment. his gaze on you felt hungry.

he started to strip as well, his heart thumped heavily for you as he exposed more of his body to you. you knew that most went after the built nature of hamilton or the softer edges of verstappen. but you only had eyes for your yuki.

his hands were on your breasts once you got your shirt off and he leaned in for another hot kiss. he felt his erection in his jeans twitch with want for you before he started to work on his belt. once everything was off, he was in bed with you. his arms around your waist as he peppered your skin with hot kisses.

you blushed and tried to hide your face, but your boyfriend's voice cut through.

"don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up." which only made more heat rise in your face. his words were so smooth in your ear and made you run hot.

"yuki."

he kissed your left cheek and his cock twitched a little. you were perfect for him in return. you loved when he got like this. most driver's ran hot on the track and yuki only let it out when he was in the privacy of your bedroom. he knew that his words left your core soaked so he was more than happy to let his tongue run.

"you know i will." he said, "we have pretty rope in the closet." he rubbed himself up against you. he wasn't going to slip in without a condom, but he would indulge in feeling your warm skin against his heavy cock.

you felt heat curl in your belly and your legs rub together. eventually you ended up on your chest and knees, your ass elevated to yuki's liking. you watched him out of the corner of your eye grab a condom from the nightstand drawer, even layered in sexual want. you were both careful.

he was such a gentleman out on the paddock, always so sweet and respectful. but, when you were alone in the bedroom. with yuki's cock so painfully close to your achy sex, something else came out of him. you could almost feel his heartbeat against your back as he rubbed his hard cock against you.

"you feel so good." he said softly, kisses along your neck. it made you shudder and grow hot all over. he sank into you and moaned, “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.” which only excited you more. his praise was always filthy on his tongue and made your heart hammer in your chest.

the thrusts were fast and hard. kisses on your heated skin were wet and rough. it made everything curl in your gut. it made everything in you strike hot as your lover, yuki, fucked you.

between promises to pleasure, he said that he loved you. the words rolled off his tongue with ease. you knew he meant it, he loved you every shade someone could love another person. even when he had you pinned to the bed with your face in the pillows.

your back arched as you held onto the covers under you and made you shiver. your hard nipples up against the soft covers, which added to the stimulation. you panted heavily against the bed and whimpered when his cock rubbed against just the right spots. it felt like a dream and you were in heaven.

"you feel so good." he said softly, "perfect for me." his voice was low in your ear but tinged with such want for you that it was almost impossible for you to deny how strongly you felt for your lover. he kissed the back of your neck and you clenched around his cock. which only egged him on to move faster.

your knew that your hips were going to be at least a little bruised by the end of tonight. maybe not heart black splotches, but something a little darker on the skin. you whined against the covers and tried to meet his pace for extra pleasure.

"please, yuki." you said as you arched your back a little further. you felt pleasure flood in your head in ways that left you panting. he was so perfect for you, it felt almost impossible for that to be true.

a gentleman in the streets and a freak in the sheets, especially when he left such a sweet hickey on the back of your shoulder. it only made you wetter and more hungry for climax.

his thrusts continued and you were beautiful laid out under him. his chest to your back and he pushed his cock as deep as it would go. he heard your pretty little pants and continued to work you.

it wasn't long before you were gripping onto the covers tightly. you cheek against the pillows as you panted heavily. you felt the strum of pleasure through your body as you felt him start to lose the pace he was using. everything felt like a dream behind your eyelids as he moved quickly.

it was rough and it was hot. it made you shudder as your sweet moans filled the bedroom air. you felt a little tender, but in a good way. bruised but in a way that felt kinky. you dug your hands into the covers before your lips raised a little higher. you climaxed around his cock and you saw stars in your vision. and his climax was right behind yours. he held onto you tighter and you panted heavily into the covers. he let out a loud groan as he finished inside of you. the condom protecting you both.

you relaxed against the covers, your hips dropped onto the mattress softly. you laid out and felt your head swimming from climax. the covers felt even softer now and your lovers hot breath in your ear felt louder. you laid out next to him for a moment. before he took you in his arms and softly kissed your face.

even though you were a little achy, your boyfriend took it upon himself to make sure that this kisses healed everything. you rested up in his arms, feeling pure comfort.

"do you need anything?" he asked.

you looked up at him then tapped your chin with a smile, "hmm, i don't know. i think some more kisses will do the trick." while the two of you got rough in the bedroom, yuki was the master of aftercare and made sure you wouldn't go without. <3

[poetlus]

THE BET — kuroo t. x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: when theres a tied game between nekoma and fukurodani, bokuto decides he wants to prove the winner in a different way. so, he makes a bet: whoever gets a girlfriend first wins. kuroo, not one to hurt his ego, accepts; however, theres only one problem. kuroo doesnt know how to talk to girls.

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

A/N: loser!kuroo is a big part in this fic… sorta mean reader… i love him u guys. not proofread!!

It was a month before the Spring tournament, and Kuroo decided his team needed to practice with professionals, the “Big Shots” as he called them. He went up to you after practice and asked if you could try and schedule a practice game with a neighboring school, Fukurodani. You, being the official volleyball team manager, said you would try and set up a day for the team to come by. In all honesty, you enjoyed watching games between Nekoma and Fukurodani. They were always so intense and both teams were incredible and extremely thrilling to watch. Plus, the team’s managers, Kaori and Yukie, were hilarious. The three of you enjoyed making fun of your boys.

The next day, you contacted the managers and coach of Fukurodani and scheduled a date and time for them to come by: Saturday evening, 3:30 to 6:30. You ran these plans by with the team and the boys were ecstatic. They all thanked you for your hard work and went home for the night.

Saturday rolled around rather quickly, and soon enough, Fukurodani had arrived. They were earlier than expected, making an appearance at 2:45. The two teams began chattering and bickering amongst themselves as you thanked the coach for accepting your invite, and he thanked you back for the invitation. The practice matches started at 3 o'clock and ended at 7. As the sun set, so did the boys’ stamina. Nekoma and Fukurodani played a total of four matches, and twelve sets in total. 2 matches were won by Nekoma and 2 were won by Fukurodani. Both teams were far too exhausted to go on, and decided to call it quits after the fourth game. Although both captains were drained from playing their hardest, their mock rivalry was far too powerful to leave the competition at a tie.

“I’ll beat you next time, I promise.” said Bokuto with a toothy grin on his face.

“Yeah right, how about you get some girls on your arm first.” Kuroo rolled his eyes and laughed at his own remark, something he did very often. Bokuto’s smile grew wider.

“Fine!’’ The man exclaimed, “That’s how I’ll beat you. I’ll get a girlfriend before you do!” Kuroo looked at Bokuto with a puzzled expression, making him elaborate. “We can make it a competition; whoever gets a girlfriend first wins!”

Tetsuro smirked somewhat mischievously. “Well, who am I to turn down a bet?” He said as he puffed out his chest.

“Let’s shake on it, then.” Bokuto held out his hand and Kuroo took it with a tight grip. “Alright, ladies man, it’s on.”

While Kuroo was on his bus ride home, he was thinking about the bet. There was only one thing that could prevent him from winning and that was: his lack of experience when it came to being in relationships. Kuroo Tetsuro had never actually dated anyone. There was one time in middle school when he asked a girl to a dance, but that didn’t count because she never talked to him after that. He eventually came to the realization that he hadn’t even thought about dating anyone. His mind and schedule were too consumed by volleyball to have relationships. And now, suddenly, he was thrusted into the dating world because of a bet, out of all things. What was he going to do?

On Monday, he racked his brain of every girl he knew the name of and decided to go down the list. At least one of them could see him in a romantic light, right? There was no way every girl he knew didn’t find him attractive enough to date, right?

Turns out, he was wrong. So very wrong. After shooting his shot and getting rejected every single time, he was losing hope. Should he start asking random girls out? No, that was creepy. He didn’t want to be known as the school creep. But he couldn’t let Bokuto have this win– he wouldn’t let him have this win. He had one last hope: His own volleyball manager.

He was sure you’d reject him too. You had interacted with him too many times to even consider dating him, but he had no other choice. He had to ask his mean and scary sports manager out in order to preserve his ego.

After practice, Kuroo walked up to you with a sly smile on his face. You were already concerned about his behavior when you saw his off-putting expression.

“Hey,” He deepened his voice and attempted to make it smoother, more sultry. Your eyes widened as he leaned against the gym wall.

“Kuroo, what on Earth are you doing right now?” You asked him.

He continued to try and play it smooth, stroking his chin. “Oh, nothing, just… admiring your beauty…” The black haired man looked into your eyes with an odd guise on his face. You rolled your eyes at him, thinking he was playing some weird prank on you.

“I’m leaving now–’’

“Wait!” He exclaimed, his demeanor changing. He sighed and tensed up, confusing you even more. “Bokuto and I made a bet to see who could get a girlfriend first and I was wondering if you could be my girlfriend for a bit.”

You stared at Kuroo in shock, wondering if this was all some sick and twisted dream.

“Are you serious?” You asked, to which he nodded. There was a moment of silence before you burst out laughing. Kuroo’s eyebrows furrowed and he tried to get your attention again, but you couldn’t contain your laughter.

“Y/n, please I need this. You know how Bokuto gets when he wins a bet.” You adamantly shook your head after you calmed down, shooting him down immediately. After pleading some more, you finally give in after he guaranteed a week’s worth of pork buns. It’s not like he was going to stop asking anyway.

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes. Kuroo’s face lit up at your response, although he wished it would have been delivered in a nicer manner. Beggars can't be choosers, he thought to himself.

“Thank you so much, Y/n!” He grabbed your hands and squeezed them, something he did to prove his appreciation. “So, in order for me to win this bet, Bokuto has to actually take the bait. If we just walk up to him and say we’re dating, he won’t believe us.”

“And how exactly are we gonna make him believe us?” You asked skeptically.

“Everyone has to believe us. We need people to back us up.” Kuroo responded quickly. You raised an eyebrow at him. “We have to tell the team.”

“No way. Nope. Not happening.”

“What?! Why not?!”

“It’s one thing to have an airhead think we’re dating, but the team that I have to see every day? No way.”

“You’re overthinking it, Y/n! Please? For me?” You looked at him with a straight face. “For the pork buns?’’

Was it really worth it at this point?

“As soon as the bet is off, you’re telling them it was a prank. I doubt they’ll believe it anyway.” Kuroo smiled widely and brought you into a hug, which you did not reciprocate.

The day after, during the team meeting, Kuroo stood up and propped his hands on his hips proudly. “I’d like to make an announcement.” He smirked. You scoffed to yourself. How could he be so proud of a fake relationship? He really was full of himself. Everyone looked at him with curiosity.

“I am officially dating Y/n L/n! Yep! We’re together, so she’s off limits!” The boys looked at you suspiciously and you were about to call it a joke to save yourself the embarrassment, but you decided not to. You nodded your head and smiled as convincingly as possible. Yaku’s jaw dropped and Lev smiled at you, standing up to pat you on the back. Kenma raised an eyebrow and looked down, fidgeting with his shoestring.

Practice continued with a few confused murmurs and some congratulations from other team members. When practice ended, Kenma walked up to you with a certain look on his face, one you couldn’t make out.

“Hey Kenma, whats up?” You asked him, putting your pen in your pocket.

“You and Kuroo… aren’t actually dating, are you?” Your face lost it’s color when the words fell from the boys mouth. Was it that obvious that you were faking it? Could the other members tell too?

“What? Of course we are.. I mean, it’s new, but—“ You were cut off by Kenma’s semi-intimidating look. “Why are you asking?”

“Because you two… don’t seem like you’d be together.” There was an awkward silence before Kenma continued. “He doesn’t really seem like you’re type. You’re kinda…y’know, uptight? And he’s lame and goofy. It seems like the two of you would clash in a relationship. I dunno.” You thought for a moment.

“Well, you know what they say about opposites attracting. I think it was that sort of thing. Plus, he’s pretty funny when he’s not being dumb.” You tried to convince Kenma.

“Oh, okay.” He said as he walked away. You liked that about Kenma, he was simple, dismissive. If it were Yaku asking this question, it’d take a lot more convincing. Thankfully though, it wasn’t.

As the days went on, you and Kuroo got closer for the sake of convincing everyone.

On Wednesday, he bought you yakisoba for lunch. It was really good, and you were actually surprised that he did something nice for you, whether it was for a bet or not.

On Thursday, he had you come to his house for a “study date.” You studied, he ended up on his phone the whole time.

On Friday, you hung out after practice. You went to a local cafe and ate dinner together. Afterwards, he ended up falling asleep on your shoulder on the bus ride home.

This was starting to be the norm of your life, you and Kuroo would hang out, get comfortable, and end up doing “sorta couple-y” things, as he called it. There were no feelings involved, yet this ritual of taking Kuroo home was oddly comforting. It gave you something to do. Not to mention, it was a nice way to end your day. The rest of the weekend was filled with just you and Kuroo, as he had become your go-to person to hang out with.

You were sitting in your homeroom class catching up on your homework when you heard a familiar voice.

“Hey my girl,” Kuroo spoke.

“My girl?” You repeated, to which he nodded with a sly grin. You smiled lightly and rolled your eyes. “Yes, boyfriend? Did you need something?” The man scoffed.

“I was wondering if you could schedule another practice game with Bokuto and his guys?” You nodded and went back to your homework.

“Thanks babe, love ya.” He called as he left your class. Love you? Wow, he was really going all out, wasn’t he? You thought to yourself. Although you didn’t seem very affected by it, you couldn’t deny the warmth in your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

That evening, you got into contact with Fukurodani’s coach. You always loved how easy it was for them to accept and schedule a match. It was way more convenient since both schools were in Tokyo.

The day came for Bokuto and Kuroo to meet again, and their rivalry had rekindled, and possibly gotten even stronger, since the last time they saw each other.

“Hey man,” Kuroo greeted him with a firm handshake. “Remember our bet?”

“How could I forget?” Bokuto smiled broadly. “What about it? Do you forfeit?”

“In your dreams.” Kuroo uttered, having that all-too-familiar mischievous look on his face. “Y/n! Come here for a sec!” As you walked over, you saw the color drain from Bokuto’s face. You waved to him with a faux innocent smile plastered on your face.

Kuroo pulled you closer to him by your waist, leaving his hand there for longer than he should have.

“Are you kidding me?!” Bokuto shouted in disbelief.

“Nope. This is the wife. Don’t be rude, say hi.” You sneered at Kuroo’s choice of words. Bokuto looked at you, then back to Kuroo, then back to you.

“Y/n, is this real?! Are you actually dating this loser?!” You laughed and nodded your head, being used to this question at this point.

“Yeah.. he told me about your bet and decided that this was his chance to ask me out. Apparently he had liked me for a while and was too scared to tell me– his words, not mine.” Kuroo glared at you and then looked away, blush dusting his face.

After a few more minutes of talking, lying, and being backed up by your ignorant team mates, Bokuto finally believed the two of you. He stomped off with a pout when he realized he had lost his own bet.

When you and Kuroo were out of his line of sight, he brought his hand back to your waist, giving you a side-hug.

“Good job being my fake girlfriend… and thanks.” You laughed, hugging him back.

“Couldn’t have your precious ego be torn down, now could we?” Kuroo rolled his eyes and smirked. “And, for the record, you’re not very hard to date, so it was an easy win.”

“Yeah? Are you saying you wanna keep this bet going?”

“In your dreams, Kuroo Tetsuro. This was all for the pork buns.”

“Yeah yeah, in my dreams, I know.”

[thatsdemko]

who’s the worst of them all? someone tell Santa Claus! - f1 grid

part two | masterlist

warning: not intended for minors + some jokes + fluff/filler part

a/n: hi hi it’s me… I’ve had this written since early November and I’m excited to share!! enjoy!!

DEAR Y/N,

have you been a good girl this year? I heard you’re looking for your stocking stuffed, I think I have just the gift. meet me at midnight for your gift!

Xx

secret Santa

you can’t read this out loud, and most definitely not to the public who will view this video later. whoever was your secret Santa, must’ve heard the rumors of your dry spell. and how pitiful was if that it wasn’t even a rumor, it was the truth.

“oh it’s just a sweet handwritten note.” you chuckle quickly flashing the note to the camera before shoving it back inside the off white envelope.

the presenter presses for more information. she asks what the letter contains and who you think it’s from, and in all honesty, it could be coming from anyone.

all the boys handwriting was not legible. it was like getting a doctors script, it could mean anything, but it was clear this individual took their time to make it perfect.

“I’ll have to find out at the Christmas dinner tonight.” you flash a wink in hopes to cover the beet red look against your cheeks.

“well have fun!”

fun… this was about to be nowhere near fun when it came down to narrowing twenty something guys to be your secret Santa.

—

starting off with Pierre. in his bachelor days, he would’ve sent you something like this, but it was always harmless jokes and he would never take it this far. with kika around his arm, you could cross him off the list of embarrassing yourself in front of.

then there’s his best friend, Charles. he always had a wobbly relationship with women, and seeing he’s alone tonight you cross the room heading his way, “you don’t happen to be my secret Santa?” your hands delicately press against his shoulders, he turns around rather quickly at your touch instantly shaking his head, “no, no, I got Pierre this year. you still don’t know yours?”

shaking your head in response, you eye the room from where you stand. the bar had begun to fill with drivers and team members rather quickly. the air was colder now, but the heat from inside was welcoming to those dressed in bare minimum, like yourself. Charles hand against your lower back was like a radiator, the heat spread through your system faster than the log fire going on, “I’m sure you’ll find him.” Charles promises, “but for now, can I get you a drink?”

“please.”

—

the nights gone smoothly and so far you can cross off valterri, Logan, Kevin, and Nico. you’re questioning yuki, Daniel, Lewis, and lando due to their abilities to dodge the questions.

George outright told you it wasn’t him after hearing you’d spun yourself in circles to find anyone new to question. Logan had confessed to having brought up the idea, but refused to give any further information.

and then there was Carlos.

the man who’d been under your nose this whole evening. with his bow tie crooked, and the clock ticking closer to midnight, you meander your way over to where he stands.

“I’m not who you’re looking for, hermosa.”

“and who am I looking for exactly?”

his eyes flicker from the clock, the television highlighting the Real Madrid game, and back over to you, “I’d never send such a cryptic message.” he maneuvers his body to face yours, “I know how to ask for what I want.”

“and what is it that you want?” you press your body closer in to the smooth wood bar top. your mind is spinning, your heart is hammering it’s way out of your chest, and Carlos is inching closer.

“for you to leave me alone.”

“you’re no fun, sainz.” you pout your bottom lip out and spin on your heels to find your body pressed into lando’s.

“you find him yet?” landos cheeky grin makes him look like a Cheshire Cat. ever since he read the note he’d been eager to place the pin on the man and root for your dry spell to end.

for now, it’s ten minutes to midnight and the place was emptying. the alcohol buzzed around the room and the chatter begun to die, it’s ironic how it was a little bit like your heart: buzzing to find the guy, but ready to die at the sight of him.

“I’m sure it’s all just a prank and I’ll have Logan to blame for it.”

“miss,” the bartenders tap against your shoulder makes you spin away from landos chest, “this is for you.”

DEAR Y/N,

giving up? never thought of you as a quitter.

xx

yours

grinding your teeth together you press the napkin into your palm until the ink smudges. you’re no quitter, but if the man with no balls doesn’t show up soon, you’ll leave here ready to slam your car into someone else’s.

“I’m going to head out, you’ll be okay to walk out alone?”

lando’s worries snap your thoughts from the napkin that’s disintegrating into your hands. his touch is soft against your bare shoulder, making your body two degrees warmer than the room, “I’ll be fine, you go home and have a good Christmas.”

“you too, and if you don’t find him—“

“yes, I know, you’ll key his car.”

rolling your eyes, you playfully shove the Brit off into the cold, leaving you and the cleaning crew in silence.

you never noticed how trashed the bar was. in its glory days, you can tell the red thick carpet and white trim around the bar gave the place a holiday feel. and by the old pictures scattered around the walls, the formula one boys had a riot in this place. people from Michael Schumacher all the way down to young Fernando Alonso, the place seemed to always be the home of f1.

looking down at the disintegrated napkin in your hand, and quickly looking up at the clock, midnight had just struck. if he wasn’t here by 12:01 you were a goner. you hated people who wasted your time, you’d much rather be at home or maybe in lando’s warm McLaren buzzing from the alcohol and the warm leather seats.

turning on your heel, he’d just arrived. he’s shaking the snow off his bulky black jacket, shimmering out of the sleeves. a man comes and retrieves it from his grasp, and in typical fashion, he thanks him.

“you thought I wouldn’t come?”

“I hate when people are late.”

“good thing I’m not late then,” he says with a soft smile approaching where you stand at the bar, with your arms crossed tightly over your chest. he leans forward, inching his mouth over your ear, “I’m right on time.”

a/n: take your guesses on who you think it is!! the big reveal happens Christmas Day!

tags: @oconso @xcicix @imsorare @weasleyswizardwheezes-blog @monzabee @lpab @frreyaa @motorsp0rt @lovelytsunoda @smoothopz z @jaehyunluvcult @iloveyou3000morgan @lunnnix @leclerc13 @goldenalbon

[asordinaryppl]

A3! 8th Anniversary - MANKAI Company's Second Special Performance: Le Cadeau's Blessings

Two conclusions are bestowed upon them — either live for eternity, or pass in an instant of suffering...

collab with and graphics by myuntachis! text version under the cut!

Upon the vast ocean floats a small island guarded by the Four Great Nations and the Sacred Isle alike.  Since time immemorial, many a great author has dwelled upon this island to produce their works, and before long it came to be known as “The Island Where Stories Are Born”. Stories continue to be created upon this island to this very day. With the intent of protecting and passing on such precious and sacred stories, an academy was founded to raise new librarians.

... Le Cadeau Academy.

This year, 12 new pupils have enrolled into this prestigious institution holding deeply rooted traditions. With an incomplete book given to them as proof of their admission in hand and their unique goals in mind, these pupils take their first steps along the journey to becoming librarians. However, this academy hides a certain “secret”. This secret will bestow upon them choices that will determine their stories’ outcomes. Now, will the stories they weave tell of a happy ending? Or perhaps…

Aubrey (Sakuya Sakuma | Tenma Sumeragi)

“Come, let’s go! Towards a story no one has read before…”

The youngest. When he was but a baby, his grandmother read picture books to him. His honesty and charm make the people around him want to fuss over him.

Kieran (Tsumugi Tsukioka | Banri Settsu)

“I’ll have become a real hero by the time I graduate from this school!”

Jared’s childhood friend. He’s a young boy brimming with curiosity who admires the heroes in the stories he reads. He came to confirm whether the rumor that “librarians don’t age” is true.

Kenneth (Tsuzuru Minagi | Kazunari Miyoshi)

“To think I’d even be noticed by royalty. Haha, that spells the end of my school days.”

The class representative. He had thought of graduating without attracting too much attention, but had the ill fortune to be nominated as class representative. He’s a serious person and tries to do everything he's asked to thoroughly.

Amalia (Yuki Rurikawa | Azuma Yukishiro)

“I’ve been looking for a book since long before I came here. All I remember is its cover.”

A discreet young woman who observes her surroundings from a distance. She can’t forget the book she happened to come across when she visited a bookstore as a kid. Just as she had finally saved up the money to buy it, the bookstore had closed down. She has been searching for that book ever since.

Leroy (Muku Sakisaka | Citron)

“I want to find a chance to become closer to my big brother… That’s why I began writing stories.”

Gordon’s gentle but flunky younger brother. He feels a considerable amount of guilt towards his brother, and is rather self-conscious as a result. Due to that, he’s considerate and capable of maintaining the balance in all kinds of situations. He began writing stories in hopes of repairing his relationship with his brother, but has yet to show them to him.

Gordon (Kumon Hyodo | Omi Fushimi)

“… So sharing things with someone can be fun… I’ve never had this kind of conversation with someone before, so this feels sort of strange.”

Leroy’s older brother. His parents stopped paying attention to him once Leroy was born, and he filled the loneliness in his heart with books. Because of that, he is introverted and taciturn. Put nicely, he’s a low-maintenance young man. He doesn’t understand why his little brother, who has a great many friends, came to the academy with him, and is perplexed by him. (Although not aware of it himself, he’s afraid that just like with his parents, his little brother will take away his beloved stories as well.)

Joachim (Juza Hyodo | Sakyo Furuichi)

“I’ve memorized all you peasants’ faces. You better prepare yourselves this upcoming year.”

He is royalty, the third prince of the Le Cadeau Kingdom which houses the academy. As he will not inherit the throne, he enrolled in the academy in hopes of fulfilling his duties in other ways. Due to having the highest social standing amongst the students, he believed he would be elected class representative, and is hostile towards Kenneth as a result.

Henrick (Taichi Nanao | Guy)

“Sometimes all someone needs is a single story.”

He has a single story he can never seem to forget, and he wants as many people as possible to find such a story for themselves. He’s somewhat narrow-minded and self-righteous. He believes you’ll be okay, so long as you find the one book that will change your life. He often clashes with Meredith due to their difference in values.

Meredith (Masumi Usui | Chikage Utsuki)

“I simply love each and every story that is born in this world.”

He loves every story and every human in this world. Because of that, Henrick finds him to be not serious enough and they often clash.

Jared (Azami Izumida | Homare Arisugawa)

“Crossing paths with a black cat so soon after enrolling has to be a bad omen… Maybe it’s some kind of warning… Trying to tell us not to solve this mystery.”

Kieran’s childhood friend. A gloomy young man. He enrolled after Kieran dragged him into it. He actually wishes he hadn’t enrolled because he finds the idea of a librarian that never ages scary. All his thoughts tend to err on the negative.

Vance (Tasuku Takato | Misumi Ikaruga)

“You choose me? I don’t mind. Looks like we’re going to have a fun school life.”

The vice-representative. He’s a prankster who loves having fun and easily agreed to becoming the vice-representative exactly because he believed he’d enjoy it. He saw a librarian use magic when he was a kid and enrolled in the academy, believing that his life would be more fun if he could do that as well.

Abel (Hisoka Mikage | Itaru Chigasaki)

“I’m not very fond of being left behind, you see.”

He enrolled with a certain purpose in mind. He’s sociable, has excellent grades and conducts himself as a problem-free student, gaining the trust of his classmates and teachers alike.

[averagef1fansblog]

My tierlist.

1. My GOAT is the reason I started watching F1.

2. I started to believe in Oscar Piastri's WDC potential. I see the vision of op81 fans and am right there with them.

3. Valtteri is such a cool guy; I have always liked him since his days at Williams, especially James, and this is Valtteri thing.

Esteban is such a nice guy that there is nothing to dislike, at least off track.

Yuki; My fellow of the same height, a person of colour, is coming to F1, and you think I am not supporting him? I am right there.

Guanyu fashion is 🤌🏽 - However, his driving skills are lacking, which is unfortunate.

I believed in the Charles WDC potential talks in 2019 and 2020; Ferrari has fucked him over numerous times, but Charles, when is your villain era coming? It should have happened in 2022. Both he and Ferrari fumbled.

4. I tolerate all of the people in this tier, and my opinion of them is largely based on their relationship with Lewis.

5. Lance Stroll, I used to root for you, my fellow Canadian, but some shady things he had done, such as pushing his trainer, made me dislike him.

Carlos is here because the Spanish media treats him as if he is on the same level as Charles, despite the fact that the talent gap is greater than most people realize. Anyone who is liked by the Spanish media, I am the polar opposite.

Daniel "It is all noise and distractions." PRicciardo, I am not moved by his bubble and smiley guy persona.

Alex "They race me too hard" or "it is just karma" (when discussing AD2021) Albon. Carlos will reveal your mediocrity in 2025, and Franco is already doing so.

Alonso, where do I start? First and foremost, his entire incident with Spanish gp blackface in 2007, which he chose to ignore when it was his countrymen doing it, and calling Lewis a clown for dressing however he wants. He is a talented driver, however, and there is a reason he has won 2x WDC.

6. Max has his own category solely for the AD2021 thing (i don’t blame him fuck masi), which I understand is a sport but I just do not like, as well as the whole defeding Nelson Piquet thing. I like his honesty in some things, like how he just says what he thinks, but Max, you will never have a fan in me, but I can respect you are a talented mf.

7. The British media, his fans, and even some members of Team LH believe he is all that. He threw away so many wins after Miami that they are dismissing it as nothing; imagine if Lewis, Max, or Charles were doing that. They would be crucified, but little Lando Norris cannot handle the pressure. This man reignited my haterism for sports; I had not hated anyone since 2022, when Real Madrid won the Champions League. If he wins a championship before Leclerc, with a car faster than anyone since Canada or Spain, I will not be moved. Took 6 seasons for him to finally win races.

- That is all. Franco would probably go in the “i like you” category because he is my fellow TeamLH guy.

[cure-papaya]

“When you think of those fantasies of Iroha…” He paused, unsure how to put this in the correct way. “Do you ever, uh, wonder if maybe you're… projecting a little?“

what it says on the tin (though it's just mayu and satoru hanging out and talking about iroha)

“Gosh just imagine Iroha's soft hands and gentle smile as she brings me into her embrace, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. It could be- No, it has to be love! I can see it now,” Mayu cooed as she ran a brush through Yuki's fur. The cat was out like a light after getting to play with a new toy that her owner had gotten her earlier that day. Which may have had a dash too much catnip in it.

“Mayu?” Satoru poked his head around to the girl who seemed so enthralled by her fantasy and was maybe brushing a little too fast.

It wasn't often the two of them spent time alone. Iroha often acted as the glue which kept the two of them from being more than just mere acquaintances. Aside from, of course, the other glaring reason which Satoru begrudgingly acknowledged. Mayu, perceptive as ever, had somehow been the only one to pick up on Satoru's feelings for his childhood friend. He had tried to make it as subtle as he possibly could and up until recently he was convinced he'd take the secret to his grave.

That was until Mayu entered the picture. He hadn't had any strong opinions when they had first met. She seemed shy and easily flustered around his crush yes, but he always figured that's how she was with any positive social interaction. The rush of dopamine making her brain short circuit. But this, this gave him a moment's pause.

“When you think of those fantasies of Iroha…” He paused, unsure how to put this in the correct way. “Do you ever, uh, wonder if maybe you're… projecting a little?“ Satoru's voice had trailed off to a whisper and at this point Mayu had stopped brushing altogether.

“I…”

“Augh, I'm sorry! Forget I said anything it was rude of me to speculate about that,”

“It's ok, It's ok! I just um-“ Mayu began to trip over her words as the two of them began to stumble through the conversation, anxiety reaching critical levels that caused Yuki to stir in her sleep.

“I mean I'm cool with that kind of thing if so.”

“Really? I just don't want you to think I'm any kind of competition! I know she only likes me as a friend. I don't want to bother her…” There was a pause after this as the two realized the deja vu that sentiment stirred in them.

Satoru felt it settle like a pit in his stomach the size of the mirror stone. How were they supposed to continue with what they were initially planning? Mayu's idea was to help him confess to Iroha but how could now when he knew how she felt?

“Mayu? Would you uh, want to try doing makeup on me?” Satoru asked. In all honesty he had doubts this would work at all but it seemed to at least bring her back to earth.

“Oh, Satoru you don't have to-”

“I want to! I- I mean I've always been curious to at least get my nails done. But it's not like something I've really thought about a lot or anything,” Satoru finished.

...

It didn't take long for Mayu to get to work after that and in her locked in trance it seemed she completely distract herself from the conversation before. Satoru silently thanked himself from remembering that little quirk of hers as she began to apply his blush. She went through the process in such a methodical and streamlined way Satoru could barely wrap his head around it. She seemed to do it so effortlessly and there was something in the back of his mind that wished it came to him to.

When Mayu had finally finished the sun had descended far enough to cast the entire room in a vibrant orange glow. As she slowly came out of her trance she seemed to have been taken aback as she moved a locke of hair out of her friend's face. Both were lucky the low light of the sunset hid each other's blush.

“Wow, I-” Satoru started. “Thank you for doing this Mayu, if anything I think Iroha would be missing out for not dating a girl like you.”

[wethotcrazy]

THOUGHTS ON YUKI DOING GREAT HOLDING P3 AND ENDING IN P7 ⁉️ (I’m so proud of him)

Brazil was crazy in all honesty, but despite all that i think yuki held his own and it was a phenomenal drive. holding p3 for that long and finishing in p7 is great. i am so beyond proud of him <333

[certifiedbi]

DR was never gonna get Checo’s seat at RB, despite whatever dots the DR3 girlies were conjuring 😭 I do think that the way this went about was wrong, and he deserved a much better goodbye then what he got but lets be honest - this was a long time coming. The deal was to outperform Yuki consistently, he didnt. End of story. Redbull has actually done so much worse to other drivers - and they’ve actually given DR so many chances to prove himself.

In all honesty? He didnt deserve to step in and replace Nyck mid-season last year, and they definitely should not have renewed him for this season either.

EXACTLY!!!!!!!!

And you've also got to remember how many times redbull have sidelined Lawson despite how talented he is. Including when they resigned DR after Lawson's stellar five race stint.

DR pissed away every good career opportunity he had, ran out of talent, and washed up. But his PR brainwashing has worked on the masses.

And I totally agree that redbull went about it the wrong way, but that's not Liam's fault and yet he's the one getting half the blame.

[i-cant-stop-fandoming-help]

The Embrace of a Weeping Willow

Chapter one: Birth of a Corpse Flower (Daily Life part 1)

CG 1 is done by yours truly. CG2 is done by @caviiday . The second paragraph after CG 2 will have needles.

This chapter does have a medical scene, so be advised if you dont like those.

Yuki’s entire body frosted over at the words. A killing game? Surely this was some twisted joke, no? Surely… surely…

Nearby, Otori began to cry in alarm, followed by Taira covering her mouth and beginning to tremble. Kinjo’s response was much more aggressive– he pulled his gun out and aimed it at the cat. 

“Kinjo Tsurugi.” Mono-meow addressed him in a shaky voice, “you shouldn’t do this. I will have to punish you if you do. I don’t–”

“Bastard.” the officer snarled as he turned the safety off. The tuxedo cat looked around for assistance, as if hoping that some student would save him after the awful news he had given, and then he sat back on his haunches. 

“I advise you to take a few steps back, Kinjo Tsurugi.” 

Kinjo’s expression wavered momentarily, but he refused to move. Not until it was too late. 

A singular spear rained down from the ceiling to impale his shoulder– the one Inori had asked about before. It was that moment that made Yuki lose complete control of his appetite; there was blood dripping onto the floor from the pointed end of the spear, leaving a crimson stain on the spruce-tile floor. 

Kinjo had not screamed from the wound, but he had let out a hiss of agony. The attack had forced him to drop his gun, which Mono-meow hastily grabbed in his jaws and began to trot away with. Everyone was frozen in their seats for a few heartbeats after the wound.

And then Inori moved to help Kinjo, and chaos erupted everywhere. Taira was gagging into her palms, as if trying to remove the recent meal from her stomach, Otori was covered in snot and tears, Kurokawa was comforting her brother… It was hard to see anything through the havoc. So he focused on the person closest to him.

“Taira,” he whispered as he placed a hand on her back. “Let’s find you a waste bin.”

He had no idea how he was managing to be so calm. Perhaps it was the fact that, deep down, he had always believed that there should be at least one calm person in situations like this. Sure, Inori was calm– but she was focused on Kinjo. So he would focus on trying to help everyone else.

The maid’s hands were still trembling atop her lips, but she willingly moved with Yuki’s guidance. The moment a bin was located, Yuki helped keep Taira’s bangs from her face as bile escaped from her mouth. And then he offered a handkerchief to her so she could wipe her mouth.

“Goodness, I am so very sorry about that…” Taira mumbled as she dragged the fabric across her lips, “the sight of the wound just…”

Yuki only nodded his agreement. It was gruesome, that couldn’t be denied. And, what was the word Inori had used earlier…? Right, scapula. It was part of the body, probably somewhere near the shoulder. The spear risked damaging that, didn’t it? Which would mean… ah, hadn’t Inori said that if the scapula was damaged, Kinjo wouldn’t be able to use his shoulder anymore?

“Pops…” Nearby, Otori was snivelling and sobbing. “Ah wan’ mah pops…”

He was… calling out for his father…? Yuki couldn’t blame him, in all honesty. If it weren’t for his underlying need to be calm when others weren’t, he’d probably be calling out for his mother.

“Maeda…” A whisper came from behind him. He hadn’t noticed beforehand, but Kurokawa had approached him and Taira. Taira startled at her ghostly voice as well, and spun around faster than Maeda could to stare at her.

“Oh…” Kurokawa pursed her lips before slowly offering her hand out to Taira. “I’m… Kurokawa Mikako…… exorcist… sorry I didn’t… introduce myself earlier…”

“Ah…!” Taira finished wiping her mouth before folding up the cloth the bit of bile on it was tucked away. Although hesitantly, Yuki did accept it back from her. He’d just have to wash it. “My name is Taira Akane– I'm pleased to meet you, Miss Kurokawa…!”

When their hands met, their handshake was rather awkward. Yuki couldn’t tell who’s end it was on, though. Maybe a mix…?

“Mmm… Maeda, i… came over here to tell you that… Inori wanted you to come to the infirmary…” Kurokawa brought her hand back towards her stomach and clasped it with her other, her expression full of anxiety. He couldn’t blame her for looking, and likely feeling, anxious. 

“The infirmary?” he asked with a twinge of shock in his voice. Both Kurokawa and Taira stared at him with a bit of disbelief, before Taira covered her mouth with her hand and began to giggle. It was a nice sound during such nerve-wracking times. 

“Maeda…” Kurokawa’s expression turned into a rather dumbfounded one. “Did you not look at the entire map…?”

His face flushed with embarrassment and he looked at the ground. “I was following Kinjo’s lead, for the most part… Sorry, I’ll go find a map and then head to the infirmary.”

He left the two to talk– Kurokawa, as before, was still quiet, but Taira seemed to understand her just fine. He hoped they’d be close, Kurokawa seemed like she could use a friend. 

As he walked, searching the walls for a map, he found himself finally beginning to stress out about the game. There were tears pin-pricking his eyes, his hands were beginning to tremble, and his nose was suddenly runny. “Gh…” he mumbled as he wiped his eyes. Just because he was alone did not mean he could afford to be scared– there were other people around, who might be searching for the weakest of the bunch to kill. Even if they weren’t, they probably still needed to see someone being strong. 

His gaze scanned the walls outside of the dining room first, but there was no sign of the electronic maps that had been displayed elsewhere. Perhaps they had been taken down? Or perhaps there was none in this specific area. Which meant he’d have to wander and likely get lost. 

Nearby, he could hear a cat mrrping as it trotted down the halls, and when he turned around, he was met with Mono-meow carrying a first aid kit in his jaws. His little paws hit the ground with determination, matching the expression on his face, and he didn’t seem to notice that he was being watched.

Yuki hesitated as he watched the cat move. Two paws at a time– First, both paws on his left side would move, and then it’d be both on his right. He’d never paid attention to the walking pattern of a cat before; he wasn’t sure why he was noticing now. But the gun the cat had scampered off with earlier was long gone.

For a moment, Yuki had told himself that he should go elsewhere– but there was still a chance that Mono-meow was taking the first aid kit to the infirmary. So he followed, as he always had. As he always would.

Sure enough, the cat led him to the infirmary. There, Inori had changed into her scrubs and was working on aiding Kinjo’s wound. For the most part, she had stopped the bleeding, but there were still little red bubbles here and there. “Thank you.” she said as she grabbed the kit with a blood-covered glove.

Yuki felt sick at the sight of it all, but remained in place.

“Mono-meow.” Inori said sharply, her gaze focused on Kinjo’s wound whilst her lips moved. “Is there anything, such as anesthesia, around here? It is preferred, and I would say needed, for a process such as this.”

The cat sat down on a nearby table, staring at the officer with something akin to care in his golden eye– his infected eye didn’t show much of anything, though. “We have chloroform. No anesthesia, to my knowledge. So I can fetch you some chloroform– surely it’ll do.”

Inori pulled away from Kinjo for a moment to change out her gloves. “No, chloroform can be unpredictable. Kinjo, I'm going to administer painkillers now– please do not fight me on it, as I am currently only able to access paracetamol. Mono-meow, can you see if Mister Maeda is on his way?”

Mono-meow nodded and shifted his paws in preparation to leap and run. As he did so, his gaze landed upon Yuki, to which he softly meowed in surprise. At the noise, the surgeon looked up from the wound and smiled sweetly. “Glad to see you’re here, Maeda. Mono-meow, please show him where the rags are– Kinjo will need something to bite, seeing as he’s going to be awake for this.”

The cat leapt from his perch and trotted over to a drawer. When Yuki opened it, he found neatly folded rags, all white in color. He swiftly grabbed the one closest to him and returned to Inori, offering it out only for her to shake her head. 

“Unfold it.” She ordered as she threaded as she gently coaxed Kinjo into swallowing some pills. Yuki could only hope that they would help in his agony.

He did as instructed– he unfolded it, and then twisted it as if wringing it free of moisture. Then he put it in Kinjo’s mouth, where it was clamped down upon with all of the might in the wounded one’s body. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Inori hooking a surgical mask around her ears.

“Mister Maeda.” Inori had, yet again, switched out her gloves and was poking around the wound with her fingers. “Please allow Kinjo to squeeze your arm or hand. I’ll be working as fast and as safely as I can, but he’ll still be in heaps of pain.”

Yuki obliged, although Kinjo didn’t give him much of a choice due to how quickly his hand was snatched. The gripping strength of the other was intense– to the point Yuki could feel his hand bruising. He tried not to focus on the work Inori was doing, nor the sounds that came from the wound as she began to work on it.

For a moment, she held a scalpel, which she used to cut pieces off of the skin– Yuki could only guess that it was to make the stitching easier– and used her free hand to poke around the wound again to check the muscle. Following that, she let out a sigh of relief and began to thread a needle. 

“You’re keeping your composure very well, Mister Maeda.” Inori pushed the needle through Kinjo’s skin and muscle and pulled it close, repeating the process multiple times so there was no chance of infection seeping into the wound. “I had expected you to freak out, like everyone else.”

“I’m terrified.” The ginger confessed, his voice wavering as he stared at the pain on Kinjo’s face. “I feel sick to my stomach from all this. I keep telling myself that I have to be calm, or else I might be made out as an easy target. And, aside from that, everyone else probably needs to see someone being calm, so they can calm down as well.”

He took a deep breath and winced as Kinjo’s grip tightened even moreso. Then, he continued. “I’m probably gonna break down when I’m alone, in all honesty. Might even throw up from anxiety.”

He wasn’t sure why he was so comfortable telling Inori all of this. Perhaps because she was a doctor? She’d offered to help him out, earlier, anyways.

She hummed to each word and pulled the wound closed.  Then she looked up at Yuki. “Will you help me turn him over? So I can get to the exit point.”

The luckster had to free his hand from Kinjo’s in order to do so, but he did successfully get the cop onto his stomach. Following this, he and Inori switched places, so Kinjo could hold his hand again and so Inori could sew him up more comfortably.

“The fact that you’re thinking about everyone else when staying calm,” Inori piped up, responding to his aforementioned explanation, “says a lot about the type of person you are. I’m glad we’re classmates, Mister Maeda.”

The compliment made his heart flutter. Perhaps Inori was his first friend in the class, he wasn’t sure. Maybe Kinjo was his friend– once more, he was not sure. 

As she pulled the wound closed, forcing skin together to do so, the cop let out a whimper of dazed agony. She didn’t ask for help moving Kinjo back onto his back yet, but Yuki could guess that was because she needed to take off her gloves. Once her hand was free from the blue latex, the needle was out of sight, and the stitches were wiped, she gestured for Yuki’s assistance and they, albeit awkwardly, got Kinjo back onto his back. 

Inori must be used to having to touch gross things, seeing as how easily she was able to take the saliva-cover cloth from the cop’s mouth. His ruby eyes were clouded with pain, to the point Yuki was worried that something might’ve gone wrong. But Inori had cleaned every stitch she had applied, so there shouldn’t be any infection. Besides, she was a professional.

“Kinjo.” the surgeon addressed him directly, her mask now off her face and her hair free of the cap, “I know it hurts. I’d give you more painkillers, but I don’t want to risk you overdosing. I’ll try some melatonin instead– my supplies are limited so I can’t do anything better than that.”

He let out a whimper but nothing more. During the time Inori had gone to fetch the sleeping aid, Mono-meow had hopped onto the bed and curled up on Kinjo’s feet. Either the cop didn’t notice, or he was in too much pain to care, seeing as he didn’t try to shoo the cat away. Yuki didn’t do it for him, because he was worried about stressing him out.

Inori returned quietly, a bottle in hand and the look of determination remaining on her face. She dug two pills out with thin fingers, and then began to coax Kinjo into swallowing them. He looked uncomfortable with the process, but he didn’t fight. 

“Th..anks.” The bluenette croaked out weakly. Then, he closed his eyes and visibly forced his breathing to relax. Inori did nothing more than sanitize her hands and look away.

Yuki’s hand was trembling from how hard it had been squeezed– he was sure he could see bruises forming. But, nonetheless, he still moved it to touch Kinjo’s forehead. He wasn’t feverish, thankfully, but there were lines on it caused by stress, and when Yuki looked close enough, he could see areas where gray hairs started to appear. Likely for the same reason.

He hadn’t realized that Inori had vanished– he was so focused on Kinjo’s expression of agony and all the little details on his face, that her return was what surprised him. She was out of the scrubs now, back into her previous outfit, and her expression was far more relaxed than it was before. She placed two fingers up against Kinjo’s throat and allowed her eyes to flutter closed– counting the seconds between each beat under her breath. 

“Mister Maeda, I’m sure you want to leave. You can– I’ll be keeping an eye on Kinjo. Please, come fetch me if you need anything.”

Yuki took the allowed exit and left the room; eager to escape the stench of blood.

-

FREE TIME: BEGIN!

[respectthepetty]

An entire At 25:00, in Akasaka episode focused on Asami's backstory?

AND COLORS!

The third episode of the series gave me a heavy dose of a light x dark color dynamic between the two men.

I had seen glimpses of it before.

And in the sixth episode, I got a teeny bit more.

But the seventh episode came in like Miley Cyrus (aka a wrecking ball) and finally gave me a reason for the colors!

Asami is black (dark) because he is always hiding his true self behind layers since his mother traumatized him and people have shown they only like him for his looks.

But Yuki is light and bright with his white and blues because he is candid. He hides no part of himself or his feelings. He might not have friends (possibly due to his frankness), but he is an open book unlike Asami.

And that's why dark and tight-lipped Asami likes Yuki.

He brings a dash of color to his life with his refreshing honesty like telling Asami that it sucks he'll be a model instead of an actor.

But thank goodness Asami's friend helped him reconnect with Yuki in the present,

And helped him in the past realize he and Yuki were two sides of the same coin (look at those girls staring at Asami!)

So these two had a fighting chance to see they need the other person to balance themselves out.

Now bring me the show-within-a-show's sex scene!