#miya fucker

[o-vera-nalyzing]

anytime i read a sakuatsu fic where they just kinda quietly get together after going out on some dates i can’t take it seriously like these fuckers r so dramatic i can’t believe they would be normal about getting together

#like c’mon we’re talking about miya atsumu and sakusa kiyoomi they’re the most dramatic fuckers on the planet #that’s why they’re perfect for eachother <33 #haikyuu #miya atsumu #sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #skts #haikyuu!! #hq msby #haikyuu msby #hq sakusa #hq atsumu #msby four #msby atsumu #msby black jackal #miya twins #msby sakusa #sakusa x atsumu #original overanalyzing

[thirteen-tn]

Made some atsukita bcuz god loves to challenge me with urges and impulses.

#atsukita #atsumu #miya atsumu #kita #kita shinsuke #these fuckers rot my brain #their dynamic is funny to me #they're so silly #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart

[homosubtext]

atsumu loves valentine’s day so much

#he goes all out….. that fucker is full of so much love and i think he loves showing his love too #miya atsumu #haikyuu!! #reymbles

[osamusbigtits]

i think the miya twins have freckles

#on their face their shoulders their arms their knees even #give them fuckers some freckles #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #miya osamu #miya atsumu

[osakunt]

I wonder if having an undercut would fit me

*takes pictures of Osamu & Sakusa at the Dominican barber shop*

It does 😩

#my people go to the Dominican barbershops and they be lining that fucker up 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ #*giggles* i like this 🫣 #Osamu miya #kiyoomi sakusa

[merryvrismas]

met a rando at the ashnikko concert and outed myself as a clown fucker after talking to her for 5 minutes. life is good

#it’s okay she’s also a clown fucker #miya speaks

[irisintheafterglow]

do you guys ever think about streamer!sakusa because i do

cw: swearing

sakusasbigtits👑👑: wait wtf are they in the room ??? hinatashoyolover: ASHDSFKAJSDFHG ellawantsaran👑: PARTNER REVEAL violetvolley2012: mOVE YOUR FUCKNIG WEBCAM oikawamilkbox7: SHWO PARTNER SHOW FPARTNER miya_osamu: what the fuck is going on

"what the hell is a miya doing in my chat? i could've sworn you guys just finished a charity stream," he dodges, leaning back in his chair as chaotic messages urging him to show his partner flew by. "look, i don't know what you guys are talking about. there's no one in the room but me." cross-legged on his bed and wearing his jersey, you stifle a laugh into your fist just out of sight. his eyes flicker over to you for a moment and soften before he goes back to manipulating his chat.

miyarearrangemyinsides👑: YOU FUCKING LIAR sakusasbigtits👑👑: WHY ARE YOU GASLIGHTING US

"i'm serious." more messages of indignancy light up his screen. "i don't think you guys even know what gaslighting means." a smirk spreads across his face as chat explodes, taking the bait and continuing to argue with their favorite man through a screen. "thank you kuroobella7 for the five gifted-"

stop being a big baby and show us your partner, deadpans the automatic voice reading out his donations. you can't help it, that time, and the laugh that slips out is definitely picked up by kiyoomi's mic.

sakusasbigtits👑👑: WHO WAS THAT oikawamilkbox7: WE HEARD THAT OMI tinygianttwo: hi sakusa!!

"hey, shoyo. welcome back to the hellhole that is my chat," he says, continuing to ignore the outrage rising in his stream. "hop in vc one, i'm gonna see if bokuto wants to play phasmophobia." your attention returns to your laptop and you continue with typing out the rest of your assignment.

you vaguely register kiyoomi saying something about grabbing another drink, forcing an ad onscreen before creeping over to you. his hands rest on the edge of the bed as he leans forward, pressing his lips softly to yours and smiling against your mouth. "i love you a lot."

"i love you more. when are you gonna stop convincing chat that i don't exist?"

"when they earn it," he answers simply, kissing the corner of your mouth and the tip of your nose. if lovesickness were a disease, he wouldn't mind being ill. "which i think will take a very long time."

"you are not making my stream debut a sub-goal," you chuckle, tilting your neck up to kiss the moles above his eyebrow. "i will not let you."

"how else are they gonna earn it?"

"i am not letting you monetize showing my face on your stream, omi," you reiterate with a delirious smile. he continues to push, nudging his nose against yours like a needy cat.

"you're cute when in my jersey. what if i end stream right now and just lay here with you?"

"okay, lover boy," you say, gently pushing his face away. "go back to--huh?" both of your attentions shoot to your phone, where the beaming face of bokuto's contact photo illuminated your screen. you swipe down on the sudden influx of notifications and feel your heart stop.

Less Tolerable Miya👎🏐: CHECK CHAT HAHAHA THERES NO FUCKIGN WAY Better Miya🍙🏐: oi check your volume stupid Bokuhoe Kotaro🦉✨🏐: BABE YOUR BOYFRIEND ISNT MTUED Less Tolerable Miya👎🏐: wait is my name in your phone still less tolerable miya Sunshine Shoyo🧡☀️🏐: SAKUSA'S STREAM SOUND IS ON

"oh...shit," he mutters, pressing one more kiss to your forehead before running to his computer and throwing his headphones on, face bright pink and tripping over his words. his chat is a wildfire, persistent and absolutely uncontrollable. at some point, kiyoomi just gives up and leans back in his chair, looking for you to help.

you raise your eyebrows in question.

he tilts his head to beckon you over.

you appear in the frame of his webcam, wearing his jersey. kiyoomi looks at you like you are the only thing that matters in his entire world.

"alright fuckers, you happy now that you've seen 'em? good, because if we reach subgoal, i'm gonna make them play fnaf with me."

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[bunnykawa]

all mine (sakusa x f. reader)

summary: Big brother Sakusa has to deal with his flirty little sister. word count: 6k? warnings: 18+, sexual themes, incest, noncon/dubcon/rape, voyeurism kinda, some yandere themes, sakusa is delusional a/n: just a little thing i wrote out of nowhere to let out some steam and because battle of the garbage dump got released in japan and yeahh i just thought about my handsome man LMAOO. sorry if it's not that great since it's been like how long?? but enjoy!! also no this isn't a part 3 to my fic from 4 years ago lolol and excuse any of my typos 😵‍💫

Sakusa doesn’t know if he should be mad or not. The glow of his alarm clock is illuminating his dark room with the soft moonlight slightly peeking in through the blinds. He runs his hands through his curls before he sighs and puts his pillow over his face. 

He can hear you. The soft moans and suppressed whimpers coming from plump, swollen lips can be easily heard through your thin walls. If he closes his eyes and really focuses, he could hear how wet your pussy is as you get drilled right next door—right next to the wall, too, because he knows that you prefer your bed in the corner of the room and the sound of the bed creaking is getting unapologetically louder and louder. He was supposed to be asleep an hour ago for early volleyball practice the next morning, but instead he’s listening to you. Every little noise, every creak, every word that slips out of your clenched teeth as you try to be as quiet as you can—”Please,” you beg in a broken voice, “Y-you’re so big, ‘Tsumu.”

’Tsumu; the little nickname that makes his blood boil and all he can think about is how much of a fucking asshole he is. Yeah, he should be mad—he has every right to be angry, he thinks. Sakusa has to see Atsumu Miya’s cocky face and disgustingly bleached hair at volleyball practice every week and now he has to hear the fucker himself fucking his little sister into oblivion in the next room. 

And now it’s getting hot in his own room! He scratches the side of his neck in irritation. Why does it feel like his comforters are suffocating him? Sakusa throws his pillow across the room and rips the blankets off of himself. The tip of his hard cock is peeking out from one of the legs of his boxers, almost as if his body is mocking him for feeling this way—for getting hard at the sound of his little sister getting split open. He grimaces for a second, but the guilt and shame can hit him later. Right now it’s too fucking hot.

So, he’s angry because he hates Atsumu—hates how Atsumu has managed to infiltrate his professional life and personal life in such a gross way. Why is Sakusa bitterly pushing his boxers down around his thick thighs? His cock springs free and he grips the shaft harshly.

“Fuck,” Sakusa mutters. He starts slowly, gently pumping his hand around his cock. It’s warm in his hand and twitching at the small bursts of pleasure, enough to allow a pained moan out through gritted teeth. When was the last time he even had someone over to use their body how he pleased? He wishes he could ignore it—ignore you—but all he does is pick up his pace as he listens to the sound of your cunt getting destroyed and your sickeningly sweet begging for Atsumu to fuck you harder.

Oh, he’s mad—so mad that everything is throbbing from his head to the head of his dick. He hisses at the pain in his temples but it does little to stop him from continuing to fist his cock.

“‘Tsumu!” he hears you cry out. The sound of your headboard slamming against the wall is getting even louder, accompanied by the slick noises coming from between your legs and skin slapping against skin. The room feels like a sauna at this point, but nonetheless, Sakusa squeezes his eyes shut as he picks up speed and fucks into his own hand like a pervert at the sound of his little sister. 

Would you be scared of him if you knew how badly he wanted to be in Atsumu’s place? How he wants to rip Atsumu away from you and make you cum on his cock the way he wants to? His skin is getting sticky from his sweat—his arm is getting tired from how fast he’s pumping his cock, desperate to release his frustrations in a stream of hot white liquid and how he wishes he could paint your face with it. He imagines how your lips would feel wrapped around his cock—if you would beg for him through watery eyes and tear-stained puffy cheeks trying to put all of him in your mouth. Is his cock too big for you? Is your pussy as warm and sopping wet as he imagines it is? 

“I’m gonna cum!” you scream, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Your voice cracks when you chant for Atsumu. Sakusa’s whole body tenses, every single nerve and muscle in his body on fire because damn it, he wants to be the reason why you're screaming and convulsing and crying from pleasure like a whore.

Then with a few more strokes of his cock, he releases his cum in heavy streams that land in a sticky mess on his sheets and lower abs. He groans as his cock twitches against his aching fingers. After a few seconds, he lets go of his shaft and lets it fall against his pelvis. It’s like the whole world has stopped—there’s no more erotic noise coming from your side of the wall. It would have been completely silent if it weren’t for the sound of labored breaths and giggling. He wonders if Atsumu is going to cuddle you to sleep and stay the night or if he’s going to run away and leave you yearning for more.

Embarrassment creeps onto his cheeks with how fast he came, but as fast as the embarrassment comes, the guilt suddenly settles deep into his stomach, into his joints, into every muscle of his being. Sakusa is disgusted with himself for letting his lust take over during a moment of weakness—lust for his imouto who doesn’t know any better, who is in the prime of her life to fuck around and find out without much of a care in the world, who doesn’t think about the consequences. Sakusa can’t do that like you do, it’s not built into him except for the few times where he did let loose—although he’s not as sloppy as you. Sometimes it feels like you were raised in different households. It shouldn’t be a surprise to him that you flirt and fuck with his volleyball teammates—or anyone that breathes in your direction for that matter. It shouldn’t—but for the first time in his life, he asks himself that if you undress for anyone…then why not for him?

He curses to himself. His expectations are too unrealistic. You’re siblings! And he knows that you both could and should never unless you wanted to ruin your relationship and test your morals. He reaches over to the towel hanging on his desk chair and quickly wipes away the mess he made. A nice, steamy shower pops into his mind, but he’s too tired to wash away his sins.

The room gets colder and his transgressions have nowhere to go, marinating into his skin, reminding him that he’s a shitty big brother for wanting to ravage you from the inside. As his mind goes hazy from how sleepy he is, he also hears a door open and shut followed by heavy footsteps and another door—your door and the front door. A small smirk finds its way across his lips. Sakusa may have a sick attraction to his little sister that he may have recently discovered, but at least he’s never lonely. You, however—

You can never make them stay long.

~

“Omi-nii~!” Sakusa hears you sing, bouncing through the hallways of your shared apartment until he feels you wrap your arms around his naked waist. He’s in the kitchen warming up the leftovers you cooked earlier in the day over the stove, looming over the counter and scrolling away at his phone. 

He scoffs and leans away from you in mock disgust, “Weren’t you sick last week? Get off me before you give me your disease.” 

“I don’t have one! I’m clean!” you whine with a pout, squeezing your arms around him tighter. You press the front of your body against his back, a gesture that makes Sakusa feel fuzzy, especially when you also press your nose against his bare back to inhale his scent. There’s something so intimate with the way you’re not even scared to hold him while he’s not wearing a shirt. His skin is fresh from the shower and his hair is slightly damp. He pulls away to look at you when he notices how nicely dressed you are. 

With a raised brow, he asks, “Where the hell are you going this late?” You pull away from him to adjust your dress. He turns to face you, his eyes going up and down your body with sick thoughts beginning to cloud his brain—sick, twisted thoughts that should have never crossed his mind.

“First of all—” you say, rolling your eyes at him, “—it’s not late. It’s literally only six-thirty, you weirdo.” Sakusa narrows his eyes as he begins to scowl. But despite his obvious look of you better not be going out like that, you happily ignore him. “Second of all, I’m going out on a date!” 

“A date with who?” he asks sharply, folding his arms against his chest and straightening his posture. He always does this to tower above you, to hopefully make you feel smaller than you are. It worked much better when you were both younger.

You bite your lip before giggling his name, “Atsumu.” You seem to get bubbly as his name rolls off of your tongue naturally with a smile playing at your lips and warm cheeks to accompany it. Maybe his heart aches a bit with jealousy when you say that stupid name, a feeling that makes the guilt settle heavily again. The last time he heard you say his name—moan his name—was a few nights ago when he did something no brother should ever do, separated by a few inches of thin walls. As quick as he is to question you, he is also quick to shake those damning thoughts out of his head before they manifest into something more and he ends up losing it in the kitchen you share. He’s scared that he might never forgive himself if he does.

“Since when the hell did you get so close?” Sakusa shoots you another question with furrowed brows. As monotonous as Sakusa usually is, the distaste is present in his tone and his stance.

“I don’t know,” you sigh so dreamily, “It just happened. I didn’t know he could be so sweet.” He could vomit if he had the chance. Out of all people—Atsumu? Really? Sweet?!

“Well, I guess you do have a disease then,” he retorts, sticking his nose up in disgust, “He’s sick in the head, (Y/N). I thought you had better taste in men but here you go fucking around with my teammate—”

“Omi-nii...” you pout.

“—like he’s the only guy you know. I expected better from you,” Sakusa continues with a puff of his chest. He turns away from you to turn the stove off. “He’s always sick, too. Always getting a cold and then going to practice like he’s not contagious.” 

It’s Atsumu taking his little sister away from him that angers him more than he could ever imagine—but it’s also knowing that he will never be the one between your thighs that makes him so disappointed. There’s a silence in the room that creeps up his back.

“You’ve been so out of character recently, Nii-san,” you ponder behind him, placing your finger on your chin to pretend that you’re thinking, “It’s not like you to lose your cool over a guy. Are you…

…jealous?”

No.

He’s just looking out for you—he’s your big brother after all! But he doesn’t know how to respond and stands still, holding his breath. Deny, deny, deny. He turns his head to look at you in his peripherals; you’re staring right at him with the same sweet eyes that he remembers from your childhood.  Maybe he has been out of character—did you really notice? As it feels like some kind of tension is suffocating him and the ground is going to swallow him, you crack a wide smile and start giggling uncontrollably, which instantly makes him frown. 

This is why you two are complete opposites—Sakusa; as serious as ever and always playing the voice of reason like a good older brother, and you; the first to laugh when it’s quiet and always being the fun little sister when things get too serious for your liking. You skip towards him and wrap your arms around him again with the biggest smile on your face, snuggling your nose into the skin of his back. 

“You’ll always be my favorite, Omi-nii. I love you more than any boy in the world,” you hum. He wonders if you can hear his heart beating louder with each syllable of your words.

Sakusa could laugh. Usually he would, before pushing you off and scolding you for getting too close to him. But his heart continues to thump and his voice gets stuck in his throat when your hand slides down his abs and brushes lightly over his twitching cock. It’s not like him to lose his composure like this. You place a saccharine kiss on the curve of his back before you hastily let go of him and walk away. 

You didn’t touch him enough for him to say anything—to reprimand you for touching your Onii-san like that—but just enough for your touch to linger where it shouldn't. 

~

A soft knocking at Sakusa’s bedroom door stirs him awake. He groggily twists and turns under his bed sheets, irritated that someone would wake him so late at night. He hears the ‘click’ of the door knob and the hinges creaking as the door opens.

“Omi-nii?” you whisper gently from your place at the door. Sakusa ignores you easily, choosing to keep his eyes shut in hopes that maybe you’ll leave him alone and let him have his peace. 

“Omi-nii,” you call his name louder and more firmly, “Onii-san, are you awake?” 

What a stupid question, he thinks to himself, but Sakusa figures that you’re not going to leave his room any sooner, so he finally opens one of his eyes slowly to see your head peeking into his room. It’s dark—you’re almost just a black silhouette in his blurry vision, but he can make out your soft and surprisingly tired features just enough. “What, (Y/N),” he groans, his voice gravelly with fatigue. 

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Your voice is timid when you ask—it brings Sakusa back to when you two were younger and you were just as shy to ask him the same question—and the same question is what prompts him to suddenly sit up, letting his bed sheets fall to expose his lean upper body. He rubs at his eye before looking up to gaze at you, clad in a shirt of his (that he begrudgingly noticed went missing months ago) engulfing your figure.

Omi-nii’s shirts are way more comfier than mine, you would whine. He would roll his eyes and snap at you, usually, but would still let you take his shirts anyway. The perverted part of him secretly loves how his clothes fit you.

Sakusa doesn’t ask and figures that it’s best that he doesn’t. He sees the way you’re twiddling with the bottom of his shirt between shaky fingers. He could tell you that he was right all along, laugh in your face, anything to rub it in—instead, he pulls the covers aside and scoots over, creating an empty space for you, just for you.

“Come here,” he mutters, loud enough for you to hear. You move instantly, your feet delicately pitter pattering against his hardwood floors. The mattress dips lightly as you climb into his bed. You pull his blanket up to your chin instantly and Sakusa grabs whatever he can get. “Go to sleep, (Y/N).” Without another word, he turns away from you and settles into his sleeping position on his side.

After a few moments of silence, you mumble something Sakusa can’t quite make out. And when he chooses not to respond, you say it again, “Can you hold me, Onii-san?” Then his body completely stiffens in response. He always said yes when you two were kids—hell, even when you were teenagers and it was definitely considered inappropriate by then. Would it be weird if he said no now?

But he sighs, knowing that he can't just say no. He turns around and drags himself closer to you, lifting his arm so that you can move underneath it and press yourself into the front of his body. His breath hitches as you do, an all too familiar heat igniting in his stomach as the curves of your body fit perfectly against him.

When he wraps his arm around you, he suddenly feels so complete and so awful, almost having to hold back on how tightly he wants to really hold you. This time he can inhale the scent of your hair—a mixture of whatever shampoo and conditioner you keep in your rotation and your favorite leave-in conditioner. The skin on your arms is soft from your lotion, your legs are smooth and buttery against him, and fuck are you so warm. He could absolutely eat you up right here if you’d let him. Maybe in your vulnerable state of mind…you wouldn’t say no.

Sauksa doesn’t know what demon has decided to possess him. He’s been thinking too much for the past few weeks for sure. A little earworm is corrupting him, whispering in his ear and daring him to do something and destroy you.

His hands are moving on their own. They slip underneath your shirt—hot fingertips caressing your skin so carelessly and trailing up and down your hips. He wants to laugh because you’re only wearing panties. How obvious can you get? If you were thinking about him the same way he thought about you, you could have just said something.

You tense up at his unexpected touch, but don’t move away from him—you don’t even say a word, not when his hand slides up to cup one of your tits to pull you closer to him, not when he decides to press his hard cock against your ass, not a single word.

Sakusa thinks he’s been too hard on himself recently, especially with how his feelings about you have changed so drastically. You’re not ready for him like that, that much is obvious with how much you’re shivering, but he deserves this after all the mental anguish you put him through because of how stupid you are.

First, you fuck his dumb teammate in the apartment that Sakusa pays for. And out of all the teammates, you choose the one who used to have piss blond hair back in high school and still slurs his words. Second, you have the audacity to touch him and kiss him and tease him, knowing that he can never have you the way that he wants. Third, you wake him up in the middle of the night to sleep in his bed in one of the shirts he’s been looking for for months and just your thin panties that leave so little to the imagination—

“Omi?” you quavered, knocking him out of his thoughts. Oh, he didn’t realize how hard he was squeezing you or how rough his grip is on your perky tits. He also didn’t realize how he started grinding himself against your ass, wedging his covered cock between your covered asscheeks in an attempt to feel the warmth from your core. The guilt should have been settling in him again, yet to his surprise, he feels…nothing. All he wants is to hold you down against the bed and wreck your insides until you bleed and beg for him. 

“Omi-nii!” A panicked gasp escapes you and suddenly Sakusa is on top of you, holding you down by your wrists. You gaze up at him, lips parted in shock, eyes so wide, and the first thing that goes through his mind is beautiful. He leans down and presses his lips against yours, leaving you so shocked that your entire body freezes.

“Hold still,” he murmurs, and his words flip a switch in your brain. You’re already fighting against him, desperate to escape from his hold on your wrists and the sins he’s planting on your lips and for the first time in your life you’re actually scared of him. 

Sakusa grips your wrists even tighter and hisses as you squirm, “I said hold still.” 

Then you force yourself to relax with no choice but to let Sakusa explore your mouth. Your hesitation is obvious (of course, it is) and instead of pulling back and knocking sense into himself, he’s offended—out of all the guys you let violate your body, you won’t let your own brother do the same? 

He disconnects from you to grip both your wrists above your head, holding you down easily with one hand. Then his other hand quickly pushes the bottom of your shirt up to your stomach to display your bottom half and grabs the top of your panties. You’re horrified as Sakusa effortlessly rips your panties off of you and throws the shredded pieces off to the side, exposing you to the cold air and to your brother’s eyes. 

Your brother’s eyes. You can feel the bile coming up to your throat at the realization. Your brother is going to do something to you against your will and you can’t do anything to stop him because he’s bigger and stronger than you and you live alone together. As you make eye contact with him, it’s like you can’t even recognize him. You jerk your body away in a feeble attempt to free yourself, but it’s no use.

“Stop!” you cry, ashamed, scared, and so confused, “Nii-san, stop!” 

He splits your thighs apart with his own muscled thighs and you feel so weak trying to close them again, to hide that part of you that your big brother should never ever see. 

But to Sakusa, it’s a sight that he wishes he could see over and over again and he has no problem taking his chances if it means that he can have you—he’s already gone way too far, past the point of return, and he doesn’t want to care anymore about what consequences his actions might bring. A small smirk appears on his face as he looks down at you, so vulnerable and small underneath him. He doesn’t want to waste time—his boxers are already down his thighs and his cock is free. You’re looking down at his cock with pure fear on your face—fuck, he’s big, so big that you’re dumbfounded that he’s even real. But he’s also your brother. You literally grew up together and he still takes care of you and you see each other everyday.

You want to look away but you can’t. Although your vision is blurry due to your tears, you can still see him and only him. “This is why you asked to sleep with your nii-san tonight, right?” he breathes, looking down at you with a hunger in his eyes that you’ve never seen or noticed before. You’re shaking your head no. Never. You were just sad and needed your big brother to comfort you without asking any questions.

“Stop lying to me, (Y/N). You know what you’re doing,” he scoffs, “I’ll take care of you. Just like I always have.” Then, he grabs the back of your thigh with his free hand to hoist one of your knees up against your chest, exposing you even more than you already are. Before you can even process it, the head of his hard cock is pressing against your entrance so delicately and so carefully but it’s terrifying all the same.

A loud gasp escapes you and you attempt to yank yourself away from him again. Tears are fully streaming down your face now, dampening your hair and the sheets. Your chest is tightening— you’re so scared. You don’t even know what Sakusa is talking about so you're even more puzzled. As far as you know, you’ve been the same as you’ve always been. “Don’t d-do that,” you beg with a crack in your voice, “Omi-nii, please.”

But Sakusa is pleased to hear your broken voice—irritated that you don’t want him to continue, sure, but pleased nonetheless. He’s always wanted to see you like this underneath him and he finally has you. Your legs spread wide open for him to feast on is something that seemed so unobtainable yet you’re in his bed, exposed and ready.

Please.

He pushes through the tight rings of your pussy until he completely fills you up—the tip of his cock is fighting its way through plush walls to kiss your cervix and you swear that your world has shattered into a million tiny pieces. A sob breaks free from your throat.

The room is ice cold. There’s no more air in your lungs as you convulse around him. You can hear your heartbeat thumping in your ears but everything is so silent. Sakusa lets out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding and suddenly everything is okay now—he knows that there was no demon possessing him to think about you in such a dirty way because it was really him all along. All his sick fantasies and insatiable desires, dreams of devouring you, and all those sleepless nights imagining what you would look like with his cock so deep inside you that you couldn’t breathe—it was just him, so painfully in love with you even if he can’t have you. And now he’s inside of you. He’s actually inside of you.

“Fuck,” he curses in a strained voice, “You’re so fucking tight, fuck.” It feels as if your mind and body are attempting to recover from the shock of Sakusa forcing himself inside your cunt but there’s no time for recovery at all—hell, you’re both surprised that he even managed to slide into you as easily as he did.

Then he starts moving, slow and steady to open you up more. The sting of him stretching you is enough to make you let out a few wails between quivering lips. You can physically feel your walls shudder around his length and your nerves are practically screaming, ringing your inner alarms, knowing that this is so fucking wrong.

“Get the fuck off of me!” you sob, attempting to jerk your wrists away from his one-handed grip. You’re not even sure when you became so weak, even with adrenaline coursing through your veins. And you’re even more shocked when he lets go of your wrists for a split second only to hold you by the throat firmly.

“You need to shut the fuck up sometimes,” Sakusa breathes with a hint of annoyance. Your shaky hands find their way to wrap around his wrist, nails clawing at his skin, hopelessly trying to loosen his grip. His cock is still moving dangerously inside you, filling you up and then leaving you empty with just his tip, only to fill you up again. The slow rhythm of his hips pressing against yours is tormenting—your skin is crawling with every moment that your hips meet and you wonder if he moved more then would time go by faster? 

Labored breaths and wheezes are the only sounds that you’re able to let out with Sakusa’s hand on your throat. There’s fatigue creeping in your bones yet you feel the energy in your veins and it doesn’t make any sense. Nothing makes sense and everything hurts and just—why?

“C-Can’t…breathe,” you manage to gasp out. As much as you want to stay awake, afraid of what your older brother might do to you if you pass out, you can see your vision starting to blur and your brain beginning to turn into mush. Your hands are loosening their grip around his arm that’s holding you captive. He’s squeezing your throat tighter and tighter.

You just needed someone—needed your onii-san to help you during this fucked up time between you and Atsumu. Usually he’d be on top of you like this, fucking you until you cry for him and cum all over his cock. You’d moan and drool and beg—anything for him to claim you over and over again. Instead of seeing stupid bleached hair and flirty eyes, you see black curls and dispassionate voids gazing at you as you’re about to pass out and it’s like he doesn’t even fucking care! You just wanted to feel better and to feel your onii-san’s comfort again and he decides to touch you and—

He presses his forehead against yours all of a sudden, and you can barely hear him when his lips start moving. “...What?” you choke out through wheezes. 

“If you want me to let go, you have to let me fuck you as hard as I want,” he repeats himself firmly. You don’t realize that he’s stopped moving inside you, leaving you feeling oddly empty. All you know is that you need to breathe and maybe that desperation is what makes you attempt to nod your head in agreement. A smirk appears on Sakusa’s face and before you can even register what's going on, he’s straightening up to thrust his cock even deeper into your core and he finally lets go of your throat. 

You’re coughing and sputtering, oddly embarrassed at how much saliva you’re spitting out, and you’re hyper aware that you have him inside you again, deep inside you and painfully stretching you to the point where you’re afraid that he’s going to rip you in half. Sakusa grabs the backs of your thighs and presses both your knees against your chest again, leaving his hands there to hold you down once more and to expose your pussy to the cold air. You feel the warmth spread across your cheeks from how embarrassing it is to be on full display and how repulsive it is that it’s Sakusa between your legs to ogle at you as much as he pleases. You wonder what changed between you two—has he always felt this way? It makes you sick to your stomach to imagine that your brother that you love so dearly and looked up to your whole life wants you and it’s diabolical how this is what he wants from you.

And when he starts thrusting harder than before, slamming his cock into you with such a force that your body lurches with his movements, your brain is back to turning into mush and a part of you wishes that you did pass out—at least you wouldn’t have to be conscious to feel everything. You can’t help but let out quiet whimpers and gasps that don’t even sound like you. It hurts—the stretch of his thick cock is so unbearable and his hands on your thighs are sure to leave ugly bruises. 

“You feel so good,” he almost laughs, like he can’t believe this is happening. You are as soft as he imagined, maybe even more, and how easily your pussy starts creaming around him makes his heart skip a beat. When he presses his forehead against yours again, you want to recoil even though you physically can’t. You don’t want to look him in the eyes yet you can’t bring yourself to look away. You don’t even know if you can hate him after this and Sakusa knows that—how you love him so much, even if it’s not the way that he wants you to—

—because you need him. 

It’s nauseating how much you still need him. It’s horrifying how your legs are beginning to shake from how deep he is and how he’s shoving himself against your cervix unkindly. Most of all, it’s disgusting how you can feel—even hear—the puddle pooling from your cunt, forcing you to stretch to accommodate his size—and maybe in the midst of your hysterical state, maybe Sakusa feels good, too.

You can’t admit that—you definitely don’t want to—but for fuck’s sake, you know what your body likes and although it’s Sakusa punishing you in the worst way possible, you recognize that tightness in your stomach—the corrupt feeling that makes you scream and cry and beg, that makes your body writhe in desperation to have more. Fuck, it’s morally wrong but at the same time, your body loves to feel full and stretched to its limits. You’re so sad that Atsumu “broke up” with you (you weren’t really dating in the first place) because Atsumu knew your body so well and his dick was huge. You really shouldn’t be comparing since the thought is so sickening, yet the way Sakusa is splitting you open is different—so different from Atsumu with no gentleness, no delicacy, just pure lust and a desire to fuck you until you faint and it’s…better. It shouldn’t be better, shouldn’t feel as good as it does, but it's better.

When the realization hits you, the shame and embarrassment floods your stomach, too—how could you let your own brother fuck you like this and how could you enjoy it? And now you’re angry at yourself, for how Sakusa is making you feel, how your body is reacting, how raw and wet your pussy, how Atsumu blindsided you, how this whole situation is so fucking unfair.

“Omi-nii,” you whine with a dry throat, reaching up to grab his thick biceps, all tensed up and veiny from gripping your thighs and turning them purple. His muscles are so well-defined that you almost forget that he’s your brother and start melting into his skin. The base of his cock is hitting your clit every time your hips meet, sending shocks of pleasure all throughout your core. The walls of your cunt are convulsing around him. It shouldn’t feel good, it really shouldn’t, but the burning sensation on your thighs from having your knees pressed against your chest to expose your cunt and Sakusa carving the shape of his cock into your pussy is the best fucking thing you’ve ever felt in all your years of living. As guilty as you feel for wanting more, you start to beg for him, “Please make me cum, Omi-nii.”

A smug smile plays on his lips. Your pussy is dripping everywhere, making wet noises every time Sakusa moves, and he thinks he’s finally satisfied. Not completely though, because he wants you to squirt on his cock and he wants you to squirt on his cock every night from now on. He deserves it, deserves this, deserves to be the one inside of you and claiming you and pumping you full of cum.

He leans down and captures your lips with his once again, and this time you let him slip his tongue against yours in a messy passionate kiss. When he lets go of one of your thighs to rub at your clit with his thumb and your body tenses up harshly as a result, he sneers at you, “Cum all over my cock, you bitch.” 

Then your cunt tightens around him and you hate that he’s being so mean to you but you cry and scream and dig your nails into his muscles like you’ve never came before because you like how mean he is and the only thing you can pathetically moan is Onii-san~!

He doesn’t stop when you cum, chasing his own high to drown your pussy in his sticky seed and hopefully force another climax out of your body to feed his ego, so he wraps his hands around your throat again while you’re delirious and kisses you again and again. “You can fuck whoever you want,” he mutters against your plump lips, “Think that you know what love is when you have some other loser inside you—” 

 “—but this stupid cunt is all mine.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu imagines #yandere haikyuu smut #haikyuu smut #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #yandere sakusa x reader #yandered sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #yandere sakusa kiyoomi #yandere kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi smut #kiyoomi sakusa smut #sakusa #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu thirsts #tw yandere #tw noncon

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“Being Apart of The Sk8 Crew„

Just rewatched Sk8 the infinity and now I wish I had friends so ! Gn reader

Joe | “I wanna marry your abs!”

Y’all would meet your first time at S

Obviously you’d be amazed by his skating and even if u don’t like men he’s hot as hell bro don’t lie

One of two things happens

You A. Run up to him and ask abt his skating techniques and such

Or B. He actually walks up to you to talk about your skating(only if ur good ofc💀)

He’s such a dad

If you’re younger than him he’s constantly trying to sound smart/give you wisdom

Sometimes it’s solid advice the other times it’s pure nonsense

If you like to cook/want to learn he’ll happily teach you

If not he’ll settle for a new taste tester

He would def make jokes all the time

Some genuinely funny

He expects you to laugh at all of them even if it wasn’t funny

He’d appreciate it if you didn’t cock block him like everyone else

Despite being quick to take off his shirt he’s very fashionable and takes pride in his looks obviously

If you ever needed fashion advice best go to him!

He’s a pretty laid back guy so you wouldn’t get into arguments often

Would love to skate everywhere but he’s like…got a job and responsibilities so..

Still a great dad friend to have

Honestly would care and worry over you if you got into some dumb shit so don’t do anything stupid and he won’t worry

Joe for the win🗣️‼️

Cherry/Kaoru | A.I. Advancement

You’d meet when he paid a visit to Joe’s restaurant

Ofc you knew of him bc he’s popular but you never MET Kaoru

You def walked in on their date arguing

It was so awkward u were jus like:🧍‍♂️

“Is this a bad time time to visit you?”

“Hey! Kaoru this is [ ], the kid I was talking about.”

“What a peculiar child to willingly hang around you.”

“Whatever you say, Pinky.”

He’s kinda weird with his whole AI stuff but other than that a great friend

Makes snarky comments with you

Unless ur too nice to make snide remarks

Constantly complains abt the angle of your turns

Unironically would show up at your parent teacher conferences(if you’re still in the lower schooling ofc)

Would never admit it but he loves each of his friends and would be genuinely concerned if anything happened

Shadow | Petty Clown

Oh when y’all met you wanted to throw hands

I imagine something similar to his introduction with Reki

Bro straight up threw an explosive in your face???(smoke bomb maybe but still)

He may be petty but you’re pettier(is that even a word?💀)

You found out he worked at a flower shop bc lets be FR he doesn’t look much different outside of S

Lil arguments here lil threats there and you leave with a nice assortment of flowers

Bro side eyes you EVERYTIME y’all cross paths at S😭

After the whole gang is assembled y’all no longer act this way towards one another

Bros the only responsible adult of this group

He def did your makeup once and you broke out the next day💀

“Are you sure you know what you’re doin’?”

“Trust me, kid.”

“I don’t know why but I don’t.”

You try and help him with his relationship endeavors but it never works out😭

He’ll go to the gym with you if you don’t wanna go alone

Gym bros‼️🗣️

Miya | Catty Child

This fucker

Y’all are quite the duo

Annoying ass mfs whenever and wherever you go

If you have any sort of pet it’s his pet now

Bros the animal whisperer

He’d have to be interested in your skating for y’all to become friends

So pretend ur decent or even amazing; however big ur delusion allows itself to be🫡

He’s smart but would invite you somewhere under the premise of studying just to goof around

If he needs a second player for his game bro is gonna drag your ass so y’all can play

Goes shopping with you just to complain about how everything is ugly in the stores

“That’s not cute, who thought selling this was a good idea?”

“Bitch—if you’re going to be negative the whole time go home‼️”

Reki | Redheaded Menace

If you thought you + Miya was a devious duo just imagine you and Reki

Y’all would prob meet second after you and Joe met

Bc he works at a skate shop

And you need skating stuff(you can tell I’m not a skater💀)

If you’re just a good skater and don’t know actual science and shit behind it he’s constantly telling you about it like you care

You guys cruise around together for fun

He made your current board and you’ll never get another one that’s not from him

You teach him any and all tricks/skills you know

Probably took you to his house to give you your current board bc he was working on it in his house and you met all of his family

His mom is just happy he’s got some friends

You become besties with his mom

She gossips abt news and celebrities with you

Claims ur like her other child(forget the rest of them👺)

Makes you lunch bc she’s nice like that

You let him ramble abt stuff he’s interested in even if you aren’t listening fully

Would silently beg you to stay back with him during the hot spring scavenge bc he’s scared

Forces you to watch horror movies with him bc he gets scared and needs someone else with him

Bro would be elated the whole day if you called him cool

Snow/Langa | Canadian Curiosity

Omg he’s Canadian?😦 Seize him!

Obviously being involved with S you would’ve heard of Snow but Reki would’ve introduced y’all before the big news

Bro would shove him in your face as if he’s a shiny trophy(at the beginning ofc)

“This is Langa! New guy from my class apparently he’s interested in skating.”

“Sick—he’s so pale.”

“He’s from Canada.”

“Oh.”

Bro is so oblivious it’s crazy

You gotta like SPELL IT OUT for him if you’re ever alluding to smth

Langa stays hungry and would go out to eat with you anytime

You and Reki would def help him decorate his room bc it’s…bland

It’s not bad but there’s no personality

He tells you abt his favourite dishes back in Canada and y’all try and locate any places in Japan that might sell smth similar

If not you guys attempt to make it yourselves at his house

His mom walks in on y’all ruining the kitchen💀

“Langa I’m…home.”

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey Langa’s Mom!”

Bro is a skating addict and will skate whenever and wherever

Wants to race you like at least twice every week

Loser pays for dinner

You help him with his reading and writing and if you didn’t already know he’d teach you English

#sk8 anime #fanfic #fanfiction #sk8 the infinity #skate the infinity #skate the infinity x reader #sk8 x reader #sk8 kaoru #sk8 reki #sk8 langa #sk8 cherry #platonic headcanons #x male reader #platonic #x gn reader #x reader platonic #x female reader #sk8 joe #sk8 miya #sk8 shadow #sk8 the infinity x reader

[getosarea-archived]

18+ content, minors dni.

the category is needy and clingy boyfriends who crave your touch whenever you're doing something as sweet and innocent as cuddling with them. these are the same guys who suggest trying out cockwarming and get all restless barely five minutes into it because they're a bunch of horny fuckers who have zero sense of self control. they're so urgent with their advances too. lifting your unsuspecting hand and placing it flat on their crotches, smirking at you suggestively when you looked at them in confusion. "come on babe, pretty please?" they ask, batting their lashes and acting all cute puppy dog like. they convince you by incentivizing you. "babe i promise i'll treat you so fucking good if you do this for me." they flatter you. "babe, no one can make me feel as good as you do. i swear to god you have no idea how bad i've been wanting you to touch me. it's driving me insane." not to say that their words aren't genuine, because these confessions are coming straight from the heart (cock) and have no ulterior motive, other than you giving into their pleas. and if you do pleasure them, if you give them exactly what they want and more, they will worship you. they act like they're about to be emasculated, as if this is the last time they'll ever be able to have sex. they're so dramatic, it's embarrassing. but they always stand by their word. they treat you just as good as you treat them, even better sometimes. at the end of the day, it's because of these very traits that you know they are never leaving you for someone else, especially if it's for sex.

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[HIGH PITCHED BUZZING]

Ivan: Goddamn fuckin’ mosquitos. [Ivan swats the air viciously] Ivan: Tch, stop followin’ me! Fuckers…

[Twigs snapping, bushes rustling.. profanity]

…

Ivan: I’m gettin’ bitten t’death by mosquitos. Bruno: They never seem to bother me. Ivan: Lucky bastard.

[Ivan casts a sideways glance toward Bruno, waiting for him to say something; though it becomes evident he’s not going to] Ivan: I know y’prefer t’think in peace, but you’d tell me if somethin’ bad was goin’ on.. right? Bruno: Yeah.

[Ivan fidgets as Bruno falls silent once more, finding it impossible to stay quiet for long] Ivan: So, what happened? Bruno: Nothing bad? She claimed they aren’t out to get me, that the past didn’t matter-.. I don’t think it was a trap.

Ivan: Do they know what you’ve-… Bruno: Doubt it. She wasn’t interested in me, only what I knew; told me to move on, leave the past where it belongs. Ivan: These guys probably deal with criminal’s day in day out, it’s obvious y’not the same.

Bruno: The law is the law… Ivan: What they don’t know can’t hurt ‘em, eh? Take y’free pass n’ move on, like she said. Bruno: [sighs] It’s hard not to be suspicious.

Ivan: Y’can be suspicious again tomorrow, let’s go swimmin’. Bruno: In what? Ivan: [laughs] Y’birthday suit-.. maybe when it’s dark though, don’t wanna get done for indecent exposure after everythin’.

…

Bruno: If nothing comes from all this, what do you think about me helping Suzie n’ Miya? Ivan: I reckon it’d be neat-.. daddy. Bruno: …

Ivan: [wheeze laughs] I can’t. Bruno: [laughs] Fuck’s sake. Ivan: C’mon.. we’ll talk about it next t’the fire, my feet are numb.

Bruno: This was your idea… Let’s get out over there so we don’t traumatize anyone. Ivan: Doubt y’could even see it right now. Bruno: [snort laughs] Pfft, speak for yourself.

#somnium #sims 4 #storytelling #ts4 story #sims story #simblr #bruno clarke #ivan harper #it'd probably take bruno a week to say anything without ivan's constant poking 😂 #he can't help it! #also.. ivan pls 😳 #LOL #i doubt he could ever say that with a straight face lolololldfksdfk

[aftersamu]

kicked out of the restaurant.

humiliated in public, amongst your friends, all because of that tall, messy-haired, nerd who doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut for ten-minutes. always has to provoke, always has to rile you up and pick a fight that he never wins.

now, as a consequence for falling into the web – that is his stupidity – you’re standing out on the street, in the pouring rain with the same man who is responsible.

kuroo’s standing there, drenched, with a stupid smirk plastered on his face as he looks at you with those hazel eyes.

“what are you so happy about?” you scoff, starting to walk down the path – towards the nearest train station – him joining you at your side.

you couldn’t understand what’s got kuroo so smiley, both of you had gotten kicked out of the restaurant and forced to leave the dinner you were having with a group of friends. arms crossed, eyebrows pinched together and eyes slightly narrowed. dealing with the water droplets running down your face and soaking your clothes.

“oh nothing,” he hums, hands shoved in the front pocket of his jeans. glancing at you from the side of his eye, stopping that boy-like grin from spreading across his features.

kuroo quite fondly enjoyed pushing your buttons, although this time it was unintentional. he didn’t mean to cause a scene earlier, or to anger you – it was a natural impulse.

seeing you sat across from him, so comfortable. you weren’t rolling your eyes, nor did you have that unimpressed look you always sported when around him.

must’ve been the first time he’s seen you genuinely smile, eyes crinkling as you laughed at whatever joke or comment a friend had made. of course he’d be in awe.

“you know this is all your fault,” you mutter.

“that’s not very fair now, is it?” kuroo says, “i’m sure it was you who chose to make something out of nothing.”

“oh? i’m sorry, i don’t recall insulting you first!” you retort, “if anything, i was mirroring your energy.”

there is that bubbling feeling inside you again. always arising whenever he’s around, however the most confusing thing about it all is despite how badly your mind just begs to explode, there’s that lingering sense of comfort.

“well you can’t just go blaming everything on me,” he shrugs, “i thought you were the bigger person?” taunting you, pleased upon seeing you roll your eyes and shake your head as you bite the inside of your cheek.

“apparently not, since i always put up with your shit.”

“whoa, all this time you’ve been putting up with me?” kuroo questions, sarcastic, “and here i thought we were friends.”

“please? friends?” you say, “we’re far from being friends.”

“and why’s that?”

“hmm…” humming, dragging out the noise, building suspense to the list of things you have to say. “let’s see,” tapping your chin, “you’re annoying, you never shut up, you’re shit at jokes – which makes it hard for me not to laugh at them.” counting on your fingers as you begin to rant.

“i hate your face, your hair is dumb, your smile is crooked, you’re practically a sleazy con-man – miya, of all people, said so himself.” stopping in your tracks to face the man and tell all of this while staring into his eyes, “you use cheesy pick-up lines and think counting shoulders is flirting.”

“keep going,” kuroo encouraged, liking the stream of insults and comments that naturally flow out your mouth.

“you’re so-so! confusing!” you yell, unable to process the burst of frustration that overcomes you, “one minute you’re acting like a complete dick then a second later you’re feeling remorse, like some intuitive mother fucker?”

kuroo just stares at you, basking in this little conversation. a scratching feeling in the back of his head and a small feeling of warmth in his heart. he actually likes you.

the way you manage to match his energy, always prepared with a comeback. constantly drawing him towards you.

“every time you even look at me, it’s like i fucking loose control!” continuing on your tangent, “i want to punch your teeth sometimes and put you in a bodybag!” panting, tired, from all the yelling you’ve done – letting the sound of rain falling surround the two of you.

then, a smile appears on kuroo’s face. “you like me,” he teases, “you can’t stand to be around me because i’m just too resistible.”

“are you kidding!” you retort, “where did you get that from?!” starting to wave your arms around in the air, “no! i don’t want to like – i don’t like – you! i just want to tie you up, and keep you in a cage!”

“you like me, admit it!” kuroo says, wanting to hear something from you before he puts himself out on the line. “tell me you love me!”

“i don’t love you!” you argue, “i don’t even like you! i don’t like how whenever i look at you, you’re already looking at me. or how you always stand by me on the train ride home, or those stupid notes you pass to me during meetings!”

“oh come on, you laugh at them.” he states, recalling the number of memories of you biting back those smiles at his drawings or comments written on the small piece of paper.

“they’re ridiculous! especially when you randomly order pizza under my name, like, what the fuck dude?”

“well i don’t like how your laugh can be heard from miles away,” kuroo tells, choosing to bite back. “and it’s annoying whenever your rings drop on the table ‘cause you never stop fidgeting, hey! and when you get excited, you talk really fast – no one can understand you!”

“i don’t do that!”

“uh, yes you do! you’re just not as observant.”

“god! you’re so annoying!” you yell, “i wish there was a way to shut you the fuck up-!”

cut off, being pulled to kuroo’s chest, hands placed on either side of your face as his lips collide with yours. he feels you relax into the kiss, your hands reaching up to his wet hair – entwining themselves in it – pulling him closer to you.

this all felt so weird, so strange.

neither of you ever expected to be in this situation, hearts racing, heat rushing to your cheeks. the intoxicating feeling that succumbs you, so unforgettable and unfamiliar. ignited by a fire filled with passion, and frustration.

the feeling of his lips against yours, so soft yet rough, an arm that slings around your waist holding you close and tight.

unsure of all the feelings and rush of emotions that scatter your mind, whereas kuroo couldn’t be more content with life since nothing beats this feeling.

pushing aside everything to meet a middle ground with the person you swore you loved to torture, a middle ground to bring the two of you together.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #hq #hq x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu kuroo #haikyu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo scenarios #kuroo drabble #hq kuroo #kuroo imagine #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo testuro #hq fanfic

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ᥫ᭡ 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 | carlos oliveira x f!reader

✧ chapter 2 :: linger

｡˚ word count: 2.70k

｡˚ a/n: okay YES this took months to come out and i’m sorry 😭 i kept doing different routes with this chapter and i decided to continue some of it in the next cause it was getting way too fucking long. last chapter will be out hopefully within the next week or 2 i PROMISE !!

｡˚ tags: @mama-miya ty for the support and wait 🤍

at first, barely audible, but now too painful to bear—the constant, high-pitched ringing snapped you out of your peaceful sleep. you managed to open up your eyes despite the blinding light coming down onto them, and you realized that you were waking up from a dream just to go back into a nightmare. you wanted to shut your eyes again. you wanted to go back to sleep. but that ringing in your ears and the throbbing of your head didn’t allow you. you took one last long blink before completely opening up your eyes again. your back ached, and you realized that you were laying down on an uncomfortable bench. you groaned loudly as you sat up, placing a hand on your head as you did so due to the pain.

jill turned around to face you in the midst of you coming to. she let out a relieved sigh as she walked over. “finally you’re awake, thank god…” she said, sitting down next to you.

you turned your head to look at her. “more like unfortunately,” you groaned. “what happened?”

she leaned back against the wall. “mikhail blew up the train because of that fucker…” she said. “and that was after nicholai tried to kill us.” you let out an “oh” as you started to remember the events.

“jesus,” you exclaimed, looking down at the ground. “so everybody died but us?” jill nodded her head, almost hesitantly, and you muttered a “fuck” in reply. you slowly stood up from the bench and limped over to the table in the room. you flipped over the big piece of paper that had been sketched on and grabbed the pencil that was right next to it. jill came up next to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“what’re you doing?” she asked.

you started sketching on the piece of paper. “i’m coming up with a plan,” you said. “that tyrant after you? umbrella created multiple versions, but only some succeeded.” your sketches turned into a map with various writings everywhere.

“from what i know, your best shot at killing the tyrant is to somehow destroy its heart. its second form would be your best bet,” you said, glancing at her.

she raised an eyebrow. “what? what do you mean by the second form?” jill asked. her voice sounded a bit shaky.

“i meant what i said, there’s nothing more to it,” you replied. “it’ll be faster, stronger, but also more vulnerable.”

“good to know.”

jill sighed and moved away to lean against the wall. you could tell she was on the verge of defeat, but you needed her, and she needed you. you set the pencil down after sketching for a few more minutes and then handed her your makeshift map.

“that’s nest two,” you said. “it’s underneath the spencer memorial hospital. half of my work is there, and so is a vaccine.”

her eyes widened as she turned to look at you. “and you’re telling me this now?” she asked. “that means we can save the city.”

“but it’s difficult to get there, especially with that thing after you constantly,” you said. “unimaginable creatures are in that lab, lurking...”

“nothing i can’t handle,” said jill, folding up the map and shoving it in her back pocket. “let’s get going.”

hurriedly, the two of you stepped out into the corridor and shot down every zombie that was in your way. you walked up a flight of stairs, and at the left end side of the room was a ladder up to the surface. jill headed up first, and you followed soon after. the scream of the tyrant could be heard close by, which only made you shiver in fear.

“that fucker’s still alive. we can’t stay here,” she muttered. you agreed with her, and the both of you continued walking. the clock tower was at the other end of the river, so you two walked up a flight of stairs and onto the bridge. it was so silent, so the sound of a fence breaking and heavy footsteps running caught your attention.

you and jill ran up to the railing, and you watched almost in awe as the tyrant that was hunting down jill fell into the water while lit on fire. she, on the other hand, finally seemed relieved when it didn’t pop up out of the water. “bitch can’t even swim…” she muttered.

she turned around and continued walking, but you didn’t move. it couldn’t have been that easy to defeat such a persistent tyrant. jill noticed that you weren’t next to her, so she turned around to see where you were. she walked up to you, watching how the muscles in your face were contorting.

“what’s wrong?” she asked. you looked at her, then back at the water.

“how can a tyrant be defeated so easily?” you asked. “it doesn’t make sense, jill…”

“no, it doesn’t. but as long as it stops coming after my ass, i don’t care how it’s been stopped.” she ushered for you to follow her, but neither of you moved. your eyes just stayed fixated on the surface of the water as it started to bubble. it was as if something was about to break through the surface.

it suddenly stopped, but you knew it didn’t go away. you grabbed jill’s hand and took a step away from the railing. “we were wrong.” you whispered.

you yanked her away and started running toward the other end of the bridge. that’s when the tyrant jumped out of the water and landed right in front of you. due to the sheer amount of force it gave out when it landed, you both fell.

“so this is the second form you were talking about?!” she yelled, scooting backward away from it. you nodded; too shaken to even reply.

it started running towards you and jill, but the two of you quickly rolled out of the way. you started running towards the stairs while it ran close to you, but jill stopped to push down a bunch of scrap metal onto its head to slow it down. instead of going down the stairs, you managed to gather up enough courage to jump over the railing and drop on top of a bus. jill followed suit and grabbed your hand to help you jump down onto the ground with her. the entrance to the clock tower was right there.

jill ran inside first and pressed the button to close the gates. you ran inside just in time, and when you turned around, she wasn’t there anymore. instead, jill was on the other side. once the gate shut, you grabbed onto the bars and narrowed your eyes at her. “jill?! what the fuck are you doing?!”

“it’s me this fucker is after,” she said, taking out her radio. “might as well take your advice…”

she passed her radio to you. “the gate will open again, so don’t worry about it. i’ll meet up with you and carlos at the hospital.”

she turned around to face the tyrant, and you could only watch as she started to fight it once again. you knew there was nothing that you could do, so you turned around and ran out of there. you needed to go find carlos. once you left the immediate area, you took out jill’s radio and turned it on. you got no idea how to work one, so you just held a button and prayed that carlos would answer.

“carlos? you there?” you asked. it was silent on the other end for a couple of seconds. you felt like you were going to throw up because you were so anxious. please pick up.

that’s when static came through. “y/n?”

you smiled as you clutched the radio. “thank god! i’m so glad you answered!” you ran over towards an alleyway and hid behind one of the dumpsters to not attract attention.

“what’re you still doing in the city? i thought the train left,” he said worriedly.

“it did, but…”

you sat there for the next two minutes explaining to him what had happened. how nicholai left you and jill to die. how mikhail killed himself just to save you two. and how jill was now fighting the damn tyrant herself. you cried the whole time. carlos tried comforting you over the radio, but you blatantly told him that it wasn’t working. you needed to see him, so he told you that he was in the raccoon city police department, but told you to wait for him right where you were at. you told him “no” and said that you’ll meet him there.

the building was once a museum, a pretty big one too; you could find it easily. and just like hours before, you silently made your way through the city. you didn’t want to get caught, especially since you got were bitten. you didn’t think much about your hand, but without anything to distract you, or anybody to talk to, you suddenly felt the pain. you bit your cheeks to not make a single noise as you held your left hand. the pain was something you could not describe at all even if you tried.

when you finally saw the police station, you felt a sense of ease wash over you. you never thought that you would be so happy to be at a police station, let alone the one in raccoon city. the side entrance to the building seemed broken into, but before you could use that route, carlos came running around the corner.

“y/n!” he almost yelled. he sounded shocked because of how fast you got here. he ran right up to you and hugged you. you quickly hugged back in surprise.

“you’re okay…” he said, pulling away. “i got worried after you hung up.”

“i appreciate the concern, but the only person you should be worrying about is jill,” you said frantically, grabbing his hand. “she’s at the clock tower. i’m not the best at fighting a tyrant, so you two meet me at the spencer memorial hospital.”

“why there?”

“i can create a vaccine to help save the city. the sooner we get there, the better.”

“then we kill two birds with one stone.”

you raised an eyebrow. “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“we’re looking for a man named dr. bard. he said he was at the hospital, so while you create the vaccine, i can get him,” said carlos.

“oh, that asshole…” you rolled your eyes.

carlos moved his hand out of your grasp and pressed it onto the small of your back. “tyrell should be coming right after you then. so please stay safe until then.”

you nodded your head. “always, carlos.”

he leaned his head down towards yours and gave you a quick but soft kiss on the lips. after you pulled away you let out a small sigh.

“let’s talk once you two come back,” you said. “i think me trying to push it away isn’t working…”

“agreed,” carlos laughed.

you said your quick goodbyes and headed in opposite directions. finally, you were going to the hospital.

—

carlos had radioed you only a few minutes ago, explaining how jill got infected after defeating the tyrant. you told him that once the two got back a room would be prepared for her. you made sure to get all the right equipment and comfort once they would arrive.

the moment you started working on the iv fluids was the moment carlos busted in with jill in his arms. you almost had a panic attack with how hard he opened those doors, but you told him to lay her down on the bed quickly. as he went to do that, you went ahead and grabbed a pair of latex gloves. you didn’t need more germs getting inside of her at this point.

you cleaned the area on her arm before checking for veins. once one finally managed to pop up, you carefully slid the needle in and secured it with a bandaid. there was no medical tape, so this was the best next thing to do. you made sure the fluids started going before finally leaving her be.

carlos let out a long-awaited sigh before sitting down on a chair nearby her. you threw away the pair of gloves and turned around to face him. “i didn’t have time to search the hospital,” you said, leaning against the counter while crossing your arms.

“it’s fine,” he sighed. “i need to find bard in here somewhere, so i’ll scavenge for other materials if you need me to.”

you stayed silent for a second before pushing yourself away from the counter and walking towards him. you grabbed the lanyard hanging from your neck and passed it to him. “my id opens up every door in this place.”

he grabbed it from you and thanked you. “but what if it doesn’t work?” carlos asked.

“if it doesn’t work, then there’s no way in hell we’ll survive the lab…”

your gaze lingered on him before you slowly turned around and walked away. you started washing your hands in the sink right as you heard carlos stand up and start readying his gear. you felt your heartbeat racing just a bit faster—you needed to tell him now. right as he walked over to the door, you cleared your throat.

“it’s you,” you said, shutting the tap. “you are the reason why i’m in this situation.”

carlos’ hand was on the door, but the sound of your sad voice and truthful words made it slip back down to his side. he turned around to see you, but you kept your back to him.

“what do you mean?” he asked.

“you wanted the truth back at the train station, so i’m telling it to you,” you said, finally turning around. “umbrella forced me to work with them because they threatened to kill you. so i did what i had to do.”

you made your way to him. “i wasn’t allowed to communicate with the outside world. i was stuck in a lab for months, baby… i suffered, but i did it because i love you.”

you grabbed his hands and looked straight into his eyes.

“jesus, y/n…” he muttered. “you could’ve told me.”

you shook your head. “it was better if you didn’t know.”

carlos opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of jill’s painful moans caught your attention. you hurried over to her to try and find the source of the pain, leaving carlos to stand there awkwardly on his own. your eyebrows furrowed in concern as you watched her skin become whiter and the area around her eyes become darker.

“she doesn’t have much time,” you said, walking back up to him. “you must go and find that vaccine… now!”

“on it!” carlos quickly ran out of the room to search the hospital. you were now alone with jill. the first thing you did was try and lessen her pain with some painkillers that you forced her to swallow. and once she was stable enough, you brought a chair over to her and sat down on it.

the bandage that covered your bite mark had become dirty. you needed to change it. you carefully removed it, wincing at the pain it gave when you did so. finally, you could see your hand. you expected to see some blood or pus or something, which there was, but your hand was turning black. you didn’t feel any panic or anxiety though. just intrigued at how you weren’t turning yet. you stood up and headed over to stand under the light to examine what was going on.

the blackness was ever so slowly spreading to your wrist, but it was at such a slow rate it seemed like it would take days to even get to that point. you only washed your hands before wrapping the bite up again with a new bandage. you don’t know why you weren’t doing anything about it. all you thought about was if you were immune or not, and that this needed to be kept secret.

nobody needed to know of this.

ch. 3 !

#carlos x reader #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira #umbrella #re3 #resident evil 3 #re3r #resident evil 3 remake #female reader #poc reader #mixed reader #2nd pov

[kira-fluff]

what would enemies to lovers be like with akaashi, kenma, ‘tsumu and suna? (separate)

a/n: ah, yes, you have discovered my favorite trope ;) tw: swearing, highly suggestive (it's impossible to write any of these without turning it into light nsfw), lowercase intentional, unnecessarily long for no reason length: 5.7k

enemies to lovers - haikyuu!! x reader

atsumu miya you hate him because he's the most annoying fucker you've ever been forced to meet. - why does it seem to be a rule that one twin always has to be the most annoying piece of shit you've ever met? and then there's osamu, the nice twin. why is there always an evil twin for every nice one? for every good thing there has to be something equally as bad - this was a simple rule in your life. you were lucky enough to be put in the same class as your good friend osamu, but unlucky enough to also be put in the same class as his twin, atsumu. it didn't take long for atsumu, in some twisted sense of jealousy over your attention for his twin rather than himself you presumed, to begin to make it his life mission to bother you as much as possible. unlike osamu, you weren't quite as gifted at letting insults roll off your back when a retort wasn't worth it. (i.e., during a lecture and atsumu is kicking the back of your chair and you don't have the patience to wait out his immature game so you swing around in your chair and tell him off just as the professor turns around). which may or may not have happened to you just a few hours ago, earning both you and the piss-blond-haired twin extra cleaning duties after classes were over. -

"ya still mad at me?" He Who Shall Not Be Named questioned. you sighed in exasperation, giving him a look that you hoped conveyed all of your rage and hatred. atsumu liked to be difficult, though, (which you should've guess honestly) and continued, "ya still haven't answered me" you sighed once more, ensuring you were as loud as possible to display your annoyance before answering, "i thought my expression gave it all away... to think i underestimated the depths of your stupidity," you added snidely. somewhere in the midst of your insult, he'd crept closer to you. in a poor case of judgment, you allowed your gaze to wander to his soft, brown eyes that peered at you - not with contempt, but with something else entirely. it took you by surprise. typically when you'd exchange quips (which you thankfully always had the upper hand in), he'd shout out in annoyance (because he couldn't think of something better to say, of course). yet, now, he was looking at you in a way that was completely foreign to you. you had yet to see this atsumu - the one who stared at you with a ghost of a smile on his mouth and a little glimmer in his eyes. as if snapping you out of your reverie, he suddenly said, "i like it when ya look at me like that." you swallowed. "look at you like what, miya?" his eyes flicked up to meet yours. "like ya don't hate me." stupidly, your eyes lingered on his lips once more. you scoffed, "whatever, miya. keep telling yourself that. let's finish cleaning up so i can finally go home." you turned so he couldn't see the light flush blooming on your cheeks. you missed his somewhat crestfallen expression. -

"kiss me, atsumu. kiss me and make me fall in love with you." dew dripped from your lips, your eyes heavy with lust as you looked at him. your fingers wandered up his torso, finding purchase on his broad shoulders. with a feather-like touch, you slid them up to the back of his neck, playing with the hairs at the nape. atsumu moaned below you - halfway through turning into a gasp as you leaned in, lightly brushing against his crotch in order to whisper, "i know how badly you've wanted this, 'tsumu." and fuck, he could hear the smirk in your voice. atsumu's eyes snapped open. the glaring red of his clock read "2:41 AM". atsumu groaned, slapping an arm over his eyes. another dream about you. he frowned at the tent in his pants. thank god atsumu's parents decided to separate his room with osamu's after they got into high school because of all of their fights or he'd never hear the end of it. he blushed imagining all the things he was probably saying in his sleep. you always had that obnoxious effect on him - catching him off guard. he's fairly certain nothing could've prepared him for the force that came with him falling for you. it wasn't as if he planned it - in fact - for many months he fought against the feelings he detected himself beginning to develop. you were like an itch that he couldn't get rid of. but you were slowly becoming less like an itch and more like a rash - spreading with a fiery intensity. he couldn't stop thinking about you.. which made it all worse because he knew just how much you couldn't stand him. don't get him wrong, you were annoying. so annoying. the way you've smile - a real genuine smile! - at his shitty brother, but the moment your eyes caught his own, your smile would fall. you were so irritating with your little giggle and your light touches on his twins arm when he'd made some snide remark about atsumu. you were so fucking obnoxious with the way you'd do something sweet unexpectedly and make him fall in love with you all over again. the way you'd fussed over him when he dislocated his shoulder after a heavy-handed serve.. or the way you'd sometimes even take his side of the argument between him and osamu (that was rare though). the annoying part of you was simply that you weren't annoying - there was nothing not to like about you, and yet you seemed to see right through all the false-positives of his personality, instead focusing on all the numerous flaws he had. believe him, atsumu knows he's not perfect, no matter how hard he'd strive to be so. but why did it hurt so much more when you tore him apart with your gaze and biting remarks? because it's you - his heart answered. -

osamu grinned at you, "told ya so." "you're so full of shit!" you gaped in denial, "it wasn't like that," you added softly. "'m tellin' ya, when i looked in ya classroom all i saw was this-," osamu proceeded to lean closer to you, sliding his hand near your own and doing his best mock-flirtation expression. you shoved him away, "whatever, 'samu!" you felt a heated presence on your back just as a voice coolly said, "havin' fun over here?" you nearly snapped your neck swiveling in order to look at none other than atsumu miya, arms crossed and gaze sharp. noticing his twin's apparent irritation, osamu smirked, "plenty. ya can leave now." atsumu's bicep flexed, presumably out of jealousy - was he really that desperate for his twins attention? you thought to yourself. you were shocked to feel a protective hand cover your shoulder. "i need 'ta borrow her for a second, actually." atsumu ground out through his teeth. osamu's grin only grew wider as he motioned his approval. atsumu's expression was unreadable as he urged you outside the classroom, into the unoccupied hallway. -

"is, uh, is there somethin' between ya and 'samu?" atsumu asked, mere seconds after you'd walked outside the classroom. you couldn't help the little laugh that slipped out of your mouth, noticing as his eyes squinted a bit more at this. "no, of course not! seriously, it's not like that 'tsumu- er- atsu-....miya." atsumu's eyes widened at the nickname. he took a step closer. "call me by that name from now on. i want ya to." you looked down, feeling embarrassed, but nodded. surprising yourself, you added, "i don't hate you...'tsumu." he was much closer now. "hey, uh, can i kiss ya?" you sighed against him, "please."

suna rintaro you hate him because no matter what, he always seems to have the best comebacks... yet never falters at your own. - suna is nearly impossible to shake. you have a tendency to automatically activate Sassy ModeTM whenever you're in the near vicinity of a guy - especially an attractive one. you recalled the moment you'd met him, during a mutual class he'd asked to borrow a pencil. without missing a beat, you couldn't help back your sour retort, "what kind of person forgets a pencil?" it was your innate defense mechanism that automatically made you come off as a huge bitch to any guy you met simply because you couldn't cope with the fact that you had no idea how to talk to men. yet, he'd only smirked, letting out a little chuckle, "what kind of person gets mad at a stranger?" "i'm not mad," you defended a tad too angrily. he stopped, still grinning, to gaze at you up and down. "you sure look like you're pissed." at this, you rolled your eyes and sighed, exasperated. "well maybe you just suck at reading people." this dude was really starting to annoy you. he sighed, "can i just have a pencil?" you sighed back and slam a pencil down on his desk before turning yourself back to facing the front of the classroom. from there, your run-ins with the dark-haired man seemed to triple. any chance he'd get, he'd find some way to irritate you into losing banter. he always had some obnoxious card of his sleeve. you missed the glances he'd steal at you when you weren't looking - a longing, desperate look. to suna, you were a little standoffish and a little bit defensive and rude, but he thought it was kind of cute how he could always catch you off guard. he'd pay good money to have a video of your sputtering after something witty or snarky he'd said in reply to your biting words. -

you sat at your desk. you were supposed to be doing your homework, but had long-since allowed your mind to wander. you knew it was childish, but you swore the next time you'd see him you'd trip him up with you words - something he took great delight in doing to you just about every occasion he was able. suddenly, an idea occurred to you - an idea that even suna hadn't thought up just yet. if it made you uncomfortable, it was bound to work. it was just crazy enough that it would definitely rattle him at least a little.. and for sure make him feel uncomfortable, maybe even disgusted. it was perfect. -

sure enough, the next day you ran into suna yet again. he was typically the one to force you into conversation and today was no different. he walked up to you oh-so-casually, a lazy grin adorning his face. "miss me yet, y/n?" you couldn't back your smug expression, "well... honestly, yes." you didn't give him to think as you grabbed his arm, purposefully squishing your boobs on either side of his arm, nuzzling your face lightly against him. you knew it was overkill, but if it even would possibly work, it was worth it. still, you avoided his gaze out of your own embarrassment. you only gazed up at him once you heard was sounded like choking sound then a soft, "what are you doing?" his expression shocked you - he was frowning, his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his lips down turned. you continued on, draping your arms over his shoulders, mimicking his lazy smirk. "just making you suffer for a little bit," you replied with a wink. you bit back a smile as he went completely speechless. he seemed to be a fish out of water, his mouth closing and opening. he settled for another question, ".....why?" you slowed your answer, gleefully taking in his tortured expression. before answering, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, batting them slowly. "because..." he gulped as you continued, leaning into his ear and whispering, "i win." you pulled back, expecting a look of disgust or hatred. instead, you were met with a face adorned with burning ears and cheeks, and an avoidant gaze. as if suddenly realizing you're distanced presence, he blinked out of his stupor. his voice was low as he said, "that's not playing fair," his eyes narrowing impossibly smaller. you leaned closer yet again, "how so? don't you always play dirty?" he sucked in a breath, "i can't decide if this is heaven or hell." suna wasn't usually one for cryptic, confusing messages, so his reply was quite abnormal. you weren't entirely sure you were supposed to respond. luckily, he continued, "you drive me so fucking crazy." as if forgetting to be hostile, you blinked, before replying with a curt, "likewise." he laughed at that, outright and just as obnoxiously as always. "you have no clue what i'm talking about." -

suna decided from then on to be as forward as possible, because fuck were you so beautiful. it was embarrassing the amount of times he'd wake up rock hard after dreaming of you. you made sure none of your conversations were easy.. but he really liked that about you. you were a challenge. and then you of course had to pull that great stunt. fuck, he was already in deep, and you had to go and pull him in further. "making him suffer"? he couldn't have said it better himself. it was impossibly hard to look at you knowing he couldn't have you. he'd sometimes catch himself staring at your lips and imagining the way they'd feel against his own. so many times he found himself having to hold back because you both knew you weren't into him at all. in fact, he was positive you despised him. that is, until the party. -

you were completely plastered - black-out drunk. he was worried about you, so he made a vow to watch over you for the rest of the night, making sure you were okay. you didn't make it easy on him. you hands were every where. on his arms, against his cheeks... it was unbearable. until you opened that venom-mouth of yours. "suna, sometimes i really like to just imagine what you'd look at me like if i wasn't just some joke to you.." you smirked stupidly, "rin-rin... you're so cute," you continued, squishing his cheeks together as his face grew hot. "rin-rin... i bet you kiss good.. and you'd probably treat your girlfriend right," you laughed, "unless it was me." he blanched. is this seriously what you thought of him? you bit your lit. "maybe sometime i'll surprise you again." you leaned in, alcohol on your breath, "maybe sometime i'll do something like this." you lightly brushed your soft lips over his own, eliciting a shocked gasp from him. he was trying to hold back.. you were drunk after all.. but fuck, if you wanted this? no. it's time for you to go home. he promptly slung you over his shoulder, carrying you to his car, thankfully sober. from there, he drove you to his home (he didn't even have your number). -

you awoke to a pounding headache and a sense of regret. and also, the smell of something yummy. you padded your way to the kitchen, at last realizing your surroundings were entirely unfamiliar. and there stood suna-fucking-rintaro at the stove, making what appeared to be souffle pancakes. at the sound of your footsteps, he turned around, seemingly aware of your hangover and softly greeted you, "good morning." you rubbed your eyes, replying with a stiff nod. as if it was the most casual thing ever, suna continued, "so, wanna go out with me?" your eyes widened and you were certain if you were holding anything you'd have dropped it, "what?" suna turned to you, taking in your figure liberally, "i remember what you said last night." your face turned ashen, "fuck... i'm sorry..?" he smirked, "no apologies." "i swear i was drunk as fuck." "being drunk doesn't change your morals." "this has nothing to do with morals, it has to do with judgment." "so you regularly feel up guys?" you frowned, "no. fuck. what did i do?" "too much," he sniffed, holding back a chuckle. you yet again didn't know how to reply. "are you asking me out as a joke? or...?" he plated the pancakes and turned around slowly, leaning against the cooling stove. "am i not allowed to genuinely like you? you already said i'm hot." "i did not!" you denied, feeling your cheeks redden. "tell that to your drunk-self last night." "well... so what if you're hot? your personality is ass!" he laughed out-right this time, "you wish." "where do you get all that obnoxious confidence from?" he pretended to think for a moment, "my hot bod...?" you threw the nearest object, which happened to be a crumpled up piece of paper, narrowly missing him, "shut up!" you laughed. he leaned closer, "go out with me, please? you'll have fun. promise i won't be as annoying, 'kay?" you mumbled, "you're not annoying" before you could stop yourself. "dinner at 7?" you nodded shyly. he grinned, "it's a date then. see you there... oh, and want some pancakes?" you laughed, "do i even have to reply?"

akaashi keiji you hate him because he's better at everything - better than you. it was so irritating. -

you were the top of your class every time exams rolled around - at least in middle school. not so once you began your high school career. you were proud of the work you put in. long hours spent studying seemed all to be worth it when you'd see your name as the number one spot on the exam results poster board. until you met him. akaashi keiji - top of your class - beating you sometimes by single percentage points. it became a bit of an obsession for yourself - you'd attend after school tutoring programs, you'd ask teachers for practice tests and spent your weight in workbooks. yet every. single. time. a test came.. you'd come in second. it grated on you... he was even in a sports club! how did he find the time to get such good grades, much less earn the spot at the top of the class?! what angered you more was the fact that whenever you saw akaashi, you never saw him studying. it was easy from there for you to assume he never did. nothing seemed to bother him beyond the overly energetic team captain of his volleyball club - and he was more like a little child akaashi cared for rather than a hindrance - it seemed. the worst part is that akaashi didn't seem to care at all. he did not match your competitive spirit. you recalled the numerous times you'd ask to see his grade following a test and he'd refuse to show you. it didn't take much for you to peek at his grade and see it was a perfect score, however. he never sneered at his better score or mocked you for trying so hard which some how pissed you off even more. because, if he wasn't mocking you, it was surely because he felt sorry for you. you loathed pity more than anything else. it was why you began to become so short with him, rolling your eyes when your eyes would meet in the hallway or scoffing at him whenever he'd catch your eye. another thing that pissed you off about akaashi was that he wasn't ugly. it would make you feel a lot better if he was some nerdy geek with zero social skills and zero friends to match but no - he was actually surprisingly popular. not in the way that he had some charismatic and showy personality, but let's just say that the girls in your class as well as the guys' eyes traveled toward the raven-haired boy more often than normal. the only thing the two of your had in common was your hatred for group projects. because of your high academic standing, the teachers seemed to see this as the perfect opportunity to put you in groups with the lowest achievers - who were often the bottom-of-the-barrel, laziest human beings you've ever met. it was easy to see in akaashi's expression whenever he was assigned with one of those individuals that he was less than thrilled. and for once, you felt a bit of empathy for him, being in the same situation yourself. -

your teacher stood at the front of the class, "alright, group projects - two partners only - and this time.." he paused for effect, "i'm letting you choose your group partner." the class erupted into quiet chattering as both your and akaashi's hands shot up. "yes, akaashi?" tell me you have favorites without telling me you have favorites, you thought. "can i please work alone?" you blinked in surprise, "sensei, me too. can i work alone? i promise i'll do all the work that two group people--" your teacher interrupted the both of you with a tut, "since both of you want to work alone, why don't the both of you work together instead?" the way your teacher's expression showed, he acted as if he was a genius rather than a brainless idiot. seriously? a group project with akaashi? at least he'd do his work.. but probably not without micromanaging the entire thing because he doesn't think you're smart enough. akaashi sighed, as if partnering up with you was the last thing he'd ever want to do, which was pretty rude considering the fact that you do have the second highest grades in your grade level. moving over to you, he motioned to his notebook, "i guess this is the best we're going to get, y/n-san. how would you like to divide up the work?" you grimaced at his strict formality of speaking, but answered nonetheless which parts you'd do - which, by habit, was almost the entire project. to your surprise, however, akaashi said, "that's too much, y/n. i'll do my share of the work, too." then, he scribbled out your name under a unit, instead writing his own and indicating he'd do the presentation itself. you were hoping he wasn't volunteering because he remembered how badly you shook the last time you had to present in front of the class. -

strangely enough, your work together went by incredibly smoothly. you worked well off each other and heeded each other's suggestions in order to enhance your presentation further. when you'd go off on a spiel about a particular subject, he'd listen attentively with an admittedly, obnoxiously, handsome little smile on his face. it was then, you decided, that maybe akaashi wasn't entirely so bad even though he was better at everything.. better than you. you recalled the night you'd spent together at your house, finishing the last touches on the presentation slides when you'd found yourself drifting off into sleep. you woke up to a dark room with a blanket draped over you and a note on the table. "i'll see you at school tomorrow. sleep well. - A.K." your cheeks heated, imagining your embarrassing sleeping face. meanwhile, akaashi held back a smile as he turned the key in the knob of his apartment. cute. -

it wasn't until the end of your project together that you realized that you did not hate him - not even in the slightest. rather, it was the opposite. you'd seen the akaashi with his big glasses and dark circles under his eyes, you'd seen ranting akaashi going on about how frustrating it was when he couldn't get a set just right in volleyball, you'd seen upset akaashi after the day that his cat died... and all of it felt like special knowledge that only you knew about. you were the only one who got to see this side of akaashi that he hid under his deep composure. he was so sweet and kind. and you're in love. shit. -

akaashi never asked you why you disliked him, but he was much happier now that the two of you were.. dare i say... friends. his eyes lit up whenever he saw you enter the classroom and you often exchanged inside jokes to each other. with akaashi, becoming "lovers" wasn't something that was asked.. it was all of a sudden like the two of you were holding hands and exchanging looks. all of a sudden all of the things that akaashi wanted to do for so long.. he was able to do. and he did.

kenma kozume you hate him because he's so... apathetic. -

kenma is an anomaly. most of the things that excited your other classmates seemed to even bring him slight annoyance. you're a bright, cheerful thing so it's no wonder you started to dislike him. being the class representative meant you had to hype up the entire class toward events they were required to go to and participate in, yet kenma almost never showed up. you tried everything. after finding out his affinity for gaming, you tried to incorporate it into event ideas but they either got shot down by other classmates quickly, or didn't even seem to spark interest in the pudding-head. how were you supposed to do your job as the class representative if not everyone was on board? you had to admit you have a problem with saying "no" to people. the reason you became class representative in the first place (besides your bubbly personality), was because everyone voted you as the representative, and you didn't have the heart to turn them all down. the teachers were aware of this, and how reliable you were, so you also found yourself doing menial tasks for the faculty as well. but what could you say? you liked to feel helpful, and useful, and reliable. well that, and your crippling view of constant self-inadequacy... but we don't talk about that. you were broken out of your trance by a quiet mumble, "you should just say 'no' when they ask you to do that stuff." it was none other than pudding-head himself. it took you by surprise, his interest in something other than the game he was secretly playing under his desk. you looked at the stack of paperwork on your desk - the delivery girl needed to head off to the faculty room. you - you is delivery girl. you sighed, but stubbornly replied, "i think it's fun! i want to be helpful and i think it's nice to participate in things... unlike some people." you glanced out of the corner of your eye, hoping for a reaction. there was none. it's not that you hated him.... it was more like a strong dislike for his apathy. without looking up from his game, he seemingly ignored you, if not for the small shake of his head. -

"hey kenma! kenma, kenma!" you cheered, "wanna come to this super exciting, super fun, super amazing christmas party?!" you nudged him, trying to infect him with your joy. "sounds like a hastle," he grumbled. you pouted, "you're no fun... please? please, kenma, you never go to these things!! i really want you to and sensei is worried about you too he says that if you don't go to an event this year that he'll make my life a living hell pleaseeee-" "why is that your responsibility?" "please, kenma!! your friend kuroo-senpai can come, too! aren't you guys close? and, and, you can bring your game!" you pleaded. kenma let out a long suffering sigh before saying, "fine." -

the christmas party was booming, loud, obnoxious music was playing while surprisingly sober boys sang off-key into the karaoke machine. everything was going off without a hitch.. but kenma was no where to be seen. you grumbled, upset that you didn't rope him into getting his number so you could spam the call button until he picked up. you started wandering around, asking if anyone had kenma's number so you could beg him to show up, but unsurprisingly, no one had it. you hadn't realized it until now - how no one in your class seemed to be that close to kenma at all. the only known friend you'd seen him have was the tall third year, kuroo tetsuro, who was also the volleyball captain. they seemed like complete opposites, so you wondered how they came to be friends. suddenly, an idea popped in your head. if no one had kenma's number, maybe someone had kuroo's? it was a long shot, but you were willing to try anything. you told yourself it was because you didn't want to disappoint your teacher... but deep down you knew you really wanted kenma to come. in a weird way, the class didn't seem complete without him there... ignoring everyone and playing his game. a part of you disliked him, you realized, because he was able to be so uncaring, unlike you. it was annoying, but in some ways you wish you could be as uncaring of what other people thought of you and what people expected of you. you broke out of your reverie - "yeah, i have kuroo-senpai's number." a guy chimed in, showing you his phone. you let out a little sound of excitement, earning a few chuckles from your classmates as you hurriedly typed in the number on your phone. the number rang twice before the unfamiliar voice of kuroo tetsuro rang though, "hello?" you gasped, "hi! is this kuroo tetsuro-senpai?" there was a pause, "...yes?" "ah, uhm, this is y/n-chan! from class 2-B! i was wondering.. well, you're friends with kenma-kun, right? he said he'd come to the christmas party with you but he's not here and i really wanted him to come but don't tell him i said that!" you took in a deep breath. "oh, y/n-chan, huh?" you could sense a smile in his voice, "kenma didn't forget, we're actually on our way right now." there was some dialogue you couldn't hear on the other side of the phone, so you just said, "awesome! thank you!!" there was a laugh and then a "see you there" before you both hung up. it was honestly kind of embarrassing how excited you were that kenma didn't forget and that he was actually coming to the party. it was simply because your teacher told you he had to come, of course - there was no other reason for your excitement. sure enough, not even five minutes later, a tall, black-haired man waved over to you, the ever-familiar face of kenma kozume trailing behind him... with no game in sight. you'd be a fool not to suspect he had one stored away in a pocket, though. you couldn't hold back your impulsive excitement as you let out a little scream, barreling onto kenma in a big hug. the party-excitement must've been getting to you, you thought. "kenma, you came!! i'm so excited!!" his eyes widened comically as he exchanged a helpless glance at kuroo who was turned away, covering his mouth to hide his laugh. kenma eyed you up and down before noticing your expectant gaze, and quickly turned his head and looked away. you didn't miss the light flush of his cheeks as he let out a small, "you look nice." you couldn't hold back your big smile at his compliment, gushing about how you could live another day without your teacher breathing down your neck as you grabbed onto his arm, ushering him over to a table of food and pointing at all the dishes. throughout the night, the surprising part was kenma's keen interest whenever you spoke. when other classmates greeted him or tried to start a conversation, he gave short, clipped answers and dry replies. but whenever you talked, he looked right into your eyes with such concentration that you wondered if there was something on your face. -

you found that you and kuroo had a lot of things in common as well, both being go-getter personalities, you shared a lot of stories and traits. you swore you even saw a ghost of a smile on kenma's face as kuroo exchanged a story about their youth - apparently they were childhood friends! somewhere along the talk, it began to quiet down as people trickled out, each leaving as it was getting closer to midnight. yet, strangely, you were enjoying your conversation. kenma had talked more than you thought he'd ever spoken in his life, adding additional details to kuroo's stories or correcting them (beginning a short argument over who had the right version of the story), and even telling some stories of his own. you missed the lovesick look kenma gave you when you gushed over your favorite hobbies and some entertaining stories of your own, recalling the time you had to drag kenma into the culture festival room in order to be dressed up as a samurai. you began to realize that maybe kenma wasn't bad at all. you noticed when classmates tried to talk to him, he'd unconsciously begin wringing his hands. he was socially anxious, and you couldn't believe you didn't realize it before. you felt bad for trying to force him to go to events until he suddenly said, "thank you. for always inviting me to stuff. usually the reps give up on me after a few months." you couldn't hold back a big smile, "i'm glad you came tonight. this was fun." kuroo not-so-subtly glanced back and forth between the two of you. "so... kenma.. y/n-san... when are you two going out?" you nearly spit out your drink as kenma shot a lethal glare at his best friend. kuroo, unaffected, smirked back. you flushed, "i.. uhm, well.." you let out an awkward laugh, "well, if you--" kenma sighed, "just ignore him." looking at you regretfully. you frowned. but it's now or never, right? you looked up at kuroo, "well," you began, "if, hypothetically, kenma wanted to go on a date with me..." you cleared your throat, "i wouldn't say no." all of your courage was gone, so you quickly stood up, practically dashing to the exit of the karaoke bar, but a gentle hand caught you just as you reached the door. kenma avoided your gaze but said, "you didn't let me reply." you blinked in surprise. he continued, "i'll see you at 3pm tomorrow?" you nodded, flabbergasted. what just happened? you could scarcely hear the raucous laughter of the bed-headed third year in the background of your racing heart.

#fem!reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! #daichi x reader #nishinoya x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama x reader #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi x reader #tsukishima x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x you #kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #oikawa tohru x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #futakuchi x reader #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #ushijima x reader #terushima x reader #daishou x reader #sakusa x reader #kita shinsuke x reader #atsumu miya x reader #suna rintaro x reader

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Uhhhh

Usagi Yojimbo

Fake Marriage AU:

Tomoe Ame x Usagi x Mariko x Kenichi

LISTEN LISTEN HEAR ME OUT OKAY

You know how that one advisor/vassal bastard whatever-his-name-is that convinced Noriyuki to marry off Mariko(lords could pick out spouses for their samurai)

What if...some staff in the court heard this plot and alerted Tomoe Ame before the fucker could bring it up to Noriyuki

And she's like fuck the only way I can think to get out of any arranged marriage is by being married but who can I...

Like always our boy Miya popping up at either the worst or best times possible

Now I don't know what logical loops Tomoe Ame goes through for asking Usagi plus his childhood friends to marry her but even though I don't know the why I know the what and how so let's get this AU rolling

She asks Usagi to take her with to visit his hometown for...reasons, yeah... And when they get there she goes dogeza(because girl is desperate and knows that lil shit gunning for her position will not only do a shit job as Noriyuki's right hand but definitely has the vibes of turncoat for self-preservation and so she needs this marriage) asking them to marry her

And they're like um, who are you asking????

Because the way they're positioned it looks like she's proposing to Kenichi, who is y'know married to Mariko(i wanted this to be pre-marriage but then i remembered Jotaro so sacrifices must be made for best boi)

And she doubles down "the three of you, a polyandrous marriage."

"WHAT!?"-childhood friends gang

Then she explains how it's to prevent a plot to weaken her lords court etc etc maybe some other stuff too to convince Kenichi and Mariko(Usagi is always down to help his friends, he's lied to shogunate spies and cops to protect himself or his buddies, ride or die)

A (reluctant) agreement is made and they do the wedding

Now it's basically

Mariko: Bi-crisis ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄×⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄ women...hot?????(living out her teenage fantasy)

Kenichi: Bi-crisis(Demisexual) (⁠‘///◉⌓⁠◉⁠///’) people outside of Mariko... hot?????USAGI HOT????? [Mariko was the only person he had ever had romantic or sexual attraction too so he assumed she was the only one for him, turns out if she hadn't been his first crush and thus birthing a rivalry with Usagi he would've developed a crush on him too, his type is strong sense of duty and good with a sword]

Usagi: Outwardly= worried about Tomoe's situation and how long this good thing will last before it's snatched away like all the things he's ever loved. (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;) Inwardly=YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!!! every secret desire and teenage fantasy is coming alive. \(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)/ (huh, so I did have a crush on Kenichi back then...)

Tomoe: ya girl is STRESSED. Having to deal with political scheming, making sure her charade isn't found out, making sure that box she locked up her feelings for Usagi with stays buried deep, AND whatever blossoming feelings she has for his childhood friends because Oh No They're Hot (what is in the water for them all to turn out like this)

Jotaro is out here living his best life, finally getting the two dads he wanted PLUS a cool new mom?? SIGN HIM THE FUCK UP!!!

In summation: Tomoe Ame is living in drama/action/romance anime while everyone else is in a romance/comedy/slice of life anime

Endgame is polycule and Tomoe Ame being confused over how things ended up like this

Tomoe Ame tops them

EDIT: Tomoe's type is cringefail losers, the boys are for obvious reasons but you better believe I'm counting Mariko as one, look at the whole Jotaro reveal situation and say she made no cringefail moves

It's fine now tho, Jotaro gets his two cakes in the end with bonus free desert (does this metaphor even work)

Deberían decir gracias a @ranarenee por la inspiración indirecta para esto

Specifically this Art

#is this what happens when you down two bags of green tea #usagi yojimbo #miyamoto usagi #tomoe ame #usagi yojimbo tomoe ame #mariko #mariko usagi yojimbo #kenichi #kenichi usagi yojimbo #jotaro #jotaro usagi yojimbo #SCREAMS//WILL THESE SAMURAI RABBITS STOP GIVING ME AU IDEAS #will i be making art for this yes will i be writing fic NO #I've already sketched out ideas #fake marriage au #usagi yojimbo fake marriage au

[cherryblossomsandhydrangeas]

Sk8 Rewatch Ep11

Listen, Kid Ainosuke is fucking adorable, but that’s not going to make me forget how much of a piece of shit he is as an adult.

Poor Tadashi, it all goes downhill for you from here on out.

My boys~ ����🥹🥹

Listen show, you hammering me with how awful Ainosuke’s aunts are isn’t going garner any sympathy. If you wanted me to feel bad for him you shouldn’t have had him be a freak.

Sketchy is chaos incarnate and I love the little fucker.

The fact that Oka doesn’t immediately sick Sketchy on Tadashi after Reki mentioned a love hotel is a crime against humanity.

Tadashi: Everybody wants something from Ainosuke-sama ever since his father passed away. And I’m trying to rob him of his one and only respite... He’s fondling minors and he just cracked his ex’s skull open and put him in a wheelchair. I know this is your upbringing talking here, but please....

Tadashi: But, if he keeps crushing one skater after another like this, there’ll be a scandal someday. The fact that there wasn’t a scandal after he put the famous and beloved Sakurayakishi Kaoru in the hospital pretty much means he can do whatever he wants.

Tadashi: And if that happens, it’ll be all over for him. God if only.

Tadashi: I have to stop him. In a perfect universe, you did.

Kiriko never getting to raid Ainosuke’s house is a crime. I wanted to see that bastard in handcuffs.

Miya: I told you a slime can’t beat the demon king! See even Miya agrees with me that Adam’s a demon.

Will somebody PLEASE call the police?! Or atleast ride up behind them like you did in earlier episodes???

He was really planning to toss a teenager off a cliff and face no consequences, wasn’t he?

You know you’re a badass when all of the founders are trying to figure out what in the hell is wrong with you. (Reki skating off the side of a cliff.)

Oh, Reki, baby, Adam has like a veritable mountain of muscle compared to you.

Adam: I like to love others, but I fucking hate being loved! There’s just so much to unpack here.

The fact that Adam named the “technique” he almost murdered his ex with “Full Swing Kiss” is a level of evil and pettiness even I cannot fathom.

It’s a international holiday you guys!

Tadashi’s entire worldview has been turned upside down.

If I could bottle up a fraction of the catharsis Cherry must’ve felt I think I could sell it and be happy for the rest of my life.

People laughing at Adam is music to my ears.

This man really just went full fucking demon, huh?

Tadashi, no you are not wrong. You should take skateboarding away from Adam. Him learning to love skateboarding again is not going to fix the crux of his problems.

Adam: In my world, I’m the only one who exists. Yeah, that’s literally all on you. It’s not anyone else’s fault or problem that you leave people and pretend they betrayed you to make yourself feel better because you’re afraid they’re gonna hurt you eventually.

The after credits preview saying Adam forced Langa into a flamenco class. 😬🤢🤮😡😤🤬

#sk8 rewatch #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #sk8 cherry blossom #sk8 joe #sk8 ad*m #sk8 reki #sk8 langa #sk8 tadashi #sk8 oka #sk8 kiriko #sk8 miya