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10. how to earn someone’s trust

cw. kys jokes

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summary. when an unfortunate incident kicks you out of your university and risks your reputation as one of the top figures skater in the country, you find your place in sendai. but when you discover they only have one rink, designated to their a-league hockey team, your chance at a comeback slips from your grasp. your only in is with the captain of the hockey team. the issue with that? he couldn’t care less who you are.

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*you walk up to Daryl, holding out his cross bow and vest with a smile*

Daryl - *looks at you in surprise* how the hell y’get these back?

Y/n - *you shrug* happen to come across them on a run. I know how much you love them.

Daryl - *walks over to you and takes them* he still breathin’?

Y/n - *you laugh, giving him a shrug* bullet to the shoulder, he’ll be fine. Told him that if he wants it back he has to have a little one on one with you.

Daryl - *smiles and kisses your temple* Y’not so bad after all.

Y/n - *you furrow your brows and smirk* can’t you just say I love you?

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Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

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500ish words / tsukishima kei x f!reader

fluff , use of Y/N , sweet kisses , tsukki being pretty cheesy tbh

“Tsukishima…”  Y/N’s voice is a mere whisper, barely audible over the quiet melody drifting from the speaker.

“Hm?”  He cocks his head to look at her.  The blond is caught off guard, however, when he notices just how close she is.  And as if it is second nature to him, his gaze flickers down to her lips as quickly as lightning strikes.  Shit, he thinks.  He hopes she didn’t notice.

“What?”  The boy asks more adamantly this time, faux annoyance adorning his features.

She giggles lightly, “You’re really good at that, y’know…”

“Good at what?”  Tsukishima’s eyebrow quirks up.

“Acting mean,” this time her eyes look down at his lips, “but you’re lucky I know better.  You’re too nice to me.”

At this point, the space between them is rapidly closing, and Tsukki only has time to gulp and chuckle nervously before that distance is nonexistent.

Y/N’s lips are soft.  Her kiss is light, and Tsukishima can't help but let out a breath through his nose close enough to a whine.  He doesn't understand how she can make him feel this way so easily.  It's almost like he could start floating at any moment.  Or maybe his heart would race right out of his chest - rushing to burrow itself closer to hers.  Not that he would complain, though.  Deep down, he thinks it’d be happier that way…

Her nose nudges against his as she tilts her head slightly, pressing further into him, now gliding her gentle hands up his chest and around the nape of his neck.  She fiddles with the short blond tendrils there briefly before fully embracing him.

After a few moments, she pulls back.  Tsukshima’s lips subconsciously follow hers – like it’s some natural instinct to keep them melded together – but he’s stopped by a light peck on the tip of his nose.

He opens his eyes this time, lashes fluttering in a daze as he takes in the image before him.

She’s beautiful.

Tsukishima sighs imperceptibly.  He knows if she could read his thoughts she’d smack him for thinking such lies.  But, they’re not lies. And, he wishes, more than anything, for her to believe it too.

“Kei,” he swears he could get drunk just off her voice, “you’re so pretty.”

The boy blinks slowly once, then twice before finally registering her words.  And, without even thinking, the next words slip out of his mouth.

“That’s my line.”

If it were any other man than the one and only Tsukishima Kei, it wouldn’t have been so surprising.  But, it is him, and the shade of red that flushes across Y/N’s entire face, and down past the collar of her shirt, is almost record-breaking for the amount of time it occurred in.  In order to hide her embarrassment quickly, she slumps forward, face resting comfortably in the crook of his neck.

“Stop,” she mumbles, “that was too cheesy…”  Tsukki chuckles at her barely audible statement, trying not to squirm from her tickling breath.

She pulls herself halfway out of her hiding spot but stops to leave a chaste kiss on his jaw.

“Don’t try to hide the fact that you liked it.  And, that makes you cheesy,” he whispers directly into her ear, which earns a quiet groan from the girl.

“You’re stupid,” she says plainly.

“Yeah, yeah.  I love you too, or whatever.”

notes : this is the very first fic i have ever written with the intention of posting, so please be gentle! let me know what you think! i hope to post more in the near future <3

song : Peppers (feat. Tommy Genesis) by Lana Del Rey

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press start! — from stardew (18/22)

768 wc

Peering your head through the doorway, your eyes scanned the brightly-lit gym. It was practically empty, a couple players still lingering for all the extra practice they could squeeze out. But of who was left, the one person you were actually looking for didn’t seem to be among them.

Letting out a sigh, you took one last glance into the gym, as though the person you were looking for would miraculously appear. He didn’t, but you caught sight of Lev and Inuoka as they animatedly engaged in conversation with Hinata about something that you couldn’t hear. Chuckling, you stood up straight and reached out to open the net on the door. 

“Y/N?” 

A voice behind you made you jump, and you immediately whipped your head over your shoulder. Standing a few steps away from you was none other than Tsukishima, an unreadable expression on his face as he raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Oh! Hi Tsukishima!” You stood up straight, sending an awkward smile in the boy’s direction as you turned to face him. “How are you? How were your games?”

Tsukishima blinked, giving you a blank look before responding. 

“They were good.” 

You nodded, pressing your lips together. 

“Did you guys win many matches?” 

He paused for a moment, the tension growing with every second that passed, though after a while, Tsukishima simply gave a curt nod. A frown made its way onto your face as you stared at him, trying to pick apart the subtle features of his expression to try and understand what he was thinking. 

“I’m going to get dinner,” he said, moving to step past you. You stepped to the side, partially blocking his path and causing the boy to halt, his eyes widening slightly. You made eye contact with him, your own eyes widening as you stared at each other with blank expressions.

“I was just about to go to the cafeteria for dinner,” you said, giving him a smile. “Did you wanna walk together?” 

A frown made its way onto Tsukishima’s face as he furrowed his eyebrows. He blinked at you.

“I don’t think your boyfriend would be very happy about that,” he said. 

Now, it was your time to frown. Confusion filled your expression as you tilted your head at him. 

“What?” you asked, completely lost. 

“Kenma. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” 

Tsukishima watched as you seemed to process the words that had just left his mouth. First shock crossed your expression, soon replaced by confusion, and the silence would have become even more awkward–

–if you hadn’t burst out in laughter. 

Now, it was Tsukishima’s turn to be confused, dumbfounded as he watched you hunch over in laughter for a solid minute. After composing yourself, you reached up and wiped your eye with your sleeve. You glanced over at him, though this only caused you to burst into laughter once more. 

Another minute later, you took in a deep breath and let out a sigh, finally calming down. Still, giggling, you looked over at him.

“Kenma’s my brother.” 

Tsukishima’s jaw dropped as pure confusion flooded his face, unsure if he’d heard you correctly.

“He’s your brother?” he asked, disbelief evident in his voice, to which you nodded with a grin. “But you guys don’t look anything alike.” 

“I’m adopted,” you explained, letting out a long exhale. “Kenma and I aren’t biologically related, but I’ve never known life without him.” You let out a light-hearted scoff, shaking your head. “He says he remembers life before me, but he wasn’t even one when our parents adopted me, so he’s just bullshitting.” 

Tsukishima stared at you with more emotion than you’d ever seen before. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head as he processed everything you’d said. 

“So…you don’t have a boyfriend?” 

You shook your head. “Nope. Unless you count Sam from Stardew.” 

“Stardew?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Stardew Valley,” you clarified, giggling.

Tsukishima nodded slowly, taking in a deep breath. He held it for a couple seconds, eventually releasing it in a short breath.

“So…you said you were going to the cafeteria?” 

Your eyes lit up as you nodded, a smile spreading across your face. “Yeah! I’m gonna go get dinner.” 

The boy gave a quick nod before wordlessly stepping past you. He began walking, leaving you standing there in slight disappointment. After a couple steps, however, he looked over his shoulder back at you. 

“Well? Aren’t you coming?” 

Your eyes lit up, nodding as you jogged to catch up with the boy. Once close enough, he began walking again, his strides noticeably adjusted to match yours.

after spending almost a whole year on academic probation, you’re finally allowed to start your position as a manager for the nekoma boys volleyball team. you’re determined to stay focused on your team and academics, but things get a bit difficult when a certain middle blocker makes his way into your life

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venus; chapter nine; self care

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Hello beautiful lady! smut for prompt “Does he fuck you like this? Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Please! Love you!

warning: steamy

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It was never your intention to hook up with a coworker. True, you fantasized about Johnny Tuturro nearly every night, but it was just that—a fantasy. You never thought you would ever sleep with someone you worked with.

And then you did. Insult to injury…

…it wasn’t Johnny.

Johnny was FBI, and you were DEA. As your years undercover started to stack up, you found yourself working with Johnny and some of the other agents in Graceland more and more. You and Johnny flirted—he was the resident flirt, after all—but you hadn’t so much as shook his hand. So when you got drunk one night with a fellow DEA agent and ended up having sex with him, you were shocked at yourself. It meant nothing, and you two started hooking up as a way to release tension after tough cases. The sex was average at best, mediocre at worst, and honestly, the thing that kept you coming back was the fact that he kind of looked like Johnny. His smile wasn’t nearly as breathtaking, and he didn’t have Johnny’s deep, dark eyes, but they had a similar build and similar coloring, so your DEA slam piece was a suitable substitute for the real thing.

You had just finished a case in South California, and you were exhausted. You washed your undercover persona off of you, letting the warm water cleanse you and strip away the layers and the lies until you were yourself again. When you got out of the shower, you noticed you had a message on your phone. You sighed when you saw who it was—your DEA “friend”. You’d just closed a pretty big case, and you knew news of it was circulating through the acronyms (FBI, DEA, ATF, etc.), but you’d earned a few days off, and you were going to take them. Which is why you were currently in a hotel room, looking forward to not having to deal with anybody—criminal or government agent—for at least 72 hours. So when you read his text asking if you “wanted company”, you just rolled your eyes and ignored it.

But then you got a knock on your door—and the only people who knew where you were worked with you—so you sighed and looked through the hole and—

—oh.

It was Johnny.

You opened the door, frowning as he walked in. “Tuturro, what are you doing here?”

He turned to you, a smirk on his handsome face. “Heard you just closed the case on those SoCal meth dealers,” he said as you tried (and failed) not to check him out, “so I thought I’d come and congratulate you.”

You smiled, putting your hands on your hips. “In person?”

“Mm hmm,” he answered, turning to look around the room, “since you’re in my neck of the woods…”

“Are you looking for something?”

He turned back to you. “Didn’t know if you had…company.”

The pause before he said “company” let you know exactly what kind of company he was referring to. You frowned. “Fuck. How’d you hear about that?”

“Paige,” he shrugged, “but to be fair, I begged her to tell me. Actually had to take over her chores for three weeks to get her to talk—”

“—wait, you asked Paige who I was sleeping with? Why?” Your heart was twisting in your chest. What if he had been interested in you too, and now he thought you were a slut? What if he talked to the DEA slam piece and just thought you were an easy lay? Was that what he was here for? And if it was, would you still go for him? You wanted Johnny bad, but you knew him well enough to know that the attraction was more than just physical. You liked him. He was smart and funny and courageous and kind… He was everything you wanted, but what if he only wanted one thing from you?

And what if you gave it to him? What then?

“Nah, nah, I asked her if you were seeing anyone, and then she told me about Derek…” Johnny waited for you to interject, but you didn’t. You bit your lip; what exactly could she have told him? You were afraid to ask. “…And I don’t wanna get in the way of anybody, or you and him, but I also really, really wanted to see you,” he was rambling now, and you could feel a smile spreading on your lips, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and I know I missed the chance to shoot my shot, and I’m sure Derek is a cool dude or whatever but…” He stepped up to you, and you looked up at him, eyes wide and heart pounding. “…he ain’t me.”

You swallowed, and you could see nothing but determination in his dark eyes. “No,” you agreed, “he’s not.”

“Look, I don’t care if my being here pisses him off or whatever, or if he has an issue with me after this—if he does, he knows where to find me,” Johnny sighed, “but I do care about messing things up with you—I like being your friend, I do, but damn, Y/N… I want more.” He reached out, his hand cupping your face, warm and steady. “I want more.”

“I do too,” you confessed, outing your hand over his on your face, “Johnny, I… I’m crazy about you.”

He smiled, and even though it was dark outside, it was like watching the sun rise. Johnny Tuturro’s smile was incredibly beautiful, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Apparently, that was all that needed to be said, because Johnny leaned forward and kissed you, and it was easily the best kiss you’d ever had. You wrapped your arms around him, wanting him closer, and you tilted your head, inviting him to kiss you deeper.

“You sure,” he asked, still kissing you, “this is okay? I don’t want Derek—”

“—Derek isn’t my boyfriend or anything,” you said back, eyes closed as you kissed him, “he’s just a guy I sleep with sometimes.”

He chuckled, one hand going to the small of your back to keep you close to him, and the other going to your waist. “But that’s done now, yeah?”

You laughed back. “Yeah…” You bit your lip again, and Johnny groaned. “What?”

“You don’t know, huh?” He asked, looking down at you. “You don’t know how incredibly sexy you are when you do that. Fuck…”

You shivered; his voice was getting deeper and rougher as he spoke, and it was sexy as hell. Johnny’s hands fell to your hips as he kissed his way down to your neck, and you moaned lowly at the feel of his soft lips on your skin. “Johnny…” You sighed, your hands finding their way underneath his shirt, caressing his toned back. “Johnny…”

You could feel his smirk on your skin, and that turned you on even more. “Yeah, baby?”

“Johnny,” you were whining now, and he lifted his head up to see the pout on your face, “I want you.”

“Yeah,” he leaned down and kissed you again, “I want you too…” You took hold of his shirt and started to lead him to the bed. “I just want to be clear,” he said as he helped you out of your shirt, “I don’t wanna be the new Derek. I don’t want you just part time… I want you all the time, for real.”

You nodded, licking your lips as he took his shirt off. God, Johnny was just perfect. “I want the same thing.”

“Tomorrow,” he promised, kissing your neck again as those long fingers of his went to unhook your bra, “we’ll go on a real date…”

“Yeah,” you agreed, closing your eyes as his warm mouth fell down to your exposed breasts, “yeah, we—we’ll do the whole dinner and a movie thing.”

“Mm hmm,” he hummed, his tongue flicking against your nipple, “anything you want, baby…” Gently, he laid you down on the bed, and you sighed happily at the feel of his lean body on top of yours. You could kiss Johnny forever. “Fuck… I’ve wanted this for so long…”

You could feel his hardness against your thigh, and you scratched at his shoulders as he kissed and licked your breasts, his mouth soft and firm on your sensitive nipples. “Me too,” you sighed, “mm… Johnny…” You giggled. “You’re so much better than Derek.”

He looked up then, smirking at you. “Hell yeah I am.” You didn’t know it then, but Johnny was already itching to prove that to you, even though you’d already decided it was true. So when he slid your pants off and kissed his way, achingly slowly, down to your center, you were already nearly shivering with desire. But when he spread your legs for you and sank between them, his mouth working against you—you nearly floated off the bed.

“Fuck, Johnny,” you gasped out, hips jumping upwards, “oh fuck…” You reached out and put your hand on his head, gasping again at the sweet obscene sounds he was making as he ate you out. Johnny, to your great joy, was a very vocal lover. And his tongue was… beyond description. You came into his mouth, calling out his name as he chuckled against you.

“Look at you,” he said, kissing his way back up your body, leaving each and every inch feeling loved and adored, “you’re so beautiful…”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and brought him down for a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips. You felt his hands go to your thigh, lifting it up, and you bit his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth as he groaned. He was right at your entrance, the tip of his dick sliding against you, gathering the wetness and making you squirm.

“Baby, look at me,” he demanded softly. You did. He was staring down at you with nothing but affection in those deep dark eyes. He smiled, and your heart flipped in your chest at how unbelievably beautiful he was. He caressed your face, two fingers softly running down your cheek. “So beautiful,” he whispered.

“Johnny,” you said back, your voice weak with desire, “please… I need you.”

He kissed you, and as he pulled back, he pushed inside of you.

And you were full of sunlight.

Johnny started out slow, giving you time to adjust to his (considerable) size, kissing and sucking at your neck as you moaned. You rolled your hips, and you felt him bite at the base of your throat, spurring you on. Johnny felt incredible, like he was made for you, and from the way he was moaning, and touching you and kissing you, he felt the same way about you. You brought your hands up to his face and moved his head so he could kiss you, and when you did, he started to fuck you harder, deeper. You bit his lip, and Johnny pushed all the way into you, making you gasp.

“Yes,” you sighed out, nails digging into his back, “yes, yes, yes!”

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling back and pushing in again, “You like that, baby?”

“Yes!”

“You want more?”

“Yes! Please!” You clenched around him; you never begged, but Johnny brought that out of you.

“Fuck, you feel so good, just like that,” he groaned, his voice deep and rich in your ear, “Yeah, baby, take it just like that… Fuck…”

“Johnny,” you could feel your orgasm building up as he fucked you harder, “fuck—yes! Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Yeah?” He grinned down at you, watching you bite your lip as your eyes rolled back in your head. “Does he fuck you like this?” He growled out, and even the tone of his voice was adding to the coil of desire within you. “Yeah,” he went on when all you did was moan in response, “I didn’t think so.”

That got you—you came, calling his name, and Johnny groaned as you pulsated around him. He pulled out of you, and for a second, you thought he was done, but then he turned you over and started fucking you from behind. You dug your nails into the mattress, eyes closed and mouth open as you moaned and screamed his name. Johnny knew, already, exactly how you liked to be fucked, and he gave it to you with no hesitation. You glanced at the clock; you’d been fucking for about two hours now. By the time Johnny came, finishing on your back, you’d already come a total of four times, and your body was buzzing with arousal.

You and Johnny cuddled under the covers, nose to nose, smiling goofily at each other.

“So,” he asked, his hand rubbing hearts onto your lower back, “I know I promised you dinner, but how would you feel about breakfast?”

You smiled, closing your eyes. He leaned in and kissed you, and you melted against him. “Breakfast sounds good,” you said back, “but I was actually hoping the first thing I put in my mouth in the morning,” you opened your eyes to see him watching you, “would be you.”

Johnny grinned; the sun shining in his eyes. “Oh, baby…

..you ain’t gotta wait till the morning for that.”

You grinned back; clearly, you wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight—and you couldn’t be happier about that.

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★ sakusa kiyoomi is probably the most organized person you've ever met. so clean, so tidy.

the two of you have been dating for a while, and you could never expect that he would be so messy eating you out. the clean and fresh sheets you changed that morning are stained with your fluids and his face is deep buried between your thighs. he is holding them firmly as his tongue lick and suck your clit. is not sweet, is not tender, is rough and sloppy. omi spits on your cunt before he puts two fingers inside you, thrusting you with his long, slender digits. you feel like heaven, your hand messing his usual perfect curls as he keeps devouring your swollen clit and stretching you with his fingers. you're the lucky one, the only one who can say sakusa kiyoomi is messy, nasty, dirty. he keeps eating you out like a starving man, like he's been in a dessert during weeks and he just found water. he mumbles against your core how much he loves his pretty girl as your walls squeeze him and you finally cum. of course, he doesn't waste anything. he lifts his face, his mouth and jaw wet with your fluids, as he kisses you softly.

"you taste so good, gorgeous. I don't want to stop never, give me another one, pretty girl. just one more. I know you can take it."

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press start! — TAKE IT BACK (13/22)

after spending almost a whole year on academic probation, you’re finally allowed to start your position as a manager for the nekoma boys volleyball team. you’re determined to stay focused on your team and academics, but things get a bit difficult when a certain middle blocker makes his way into your life

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sorry, wrong number! — tanaka ryuunosuke. chapter eight; the rizzler.

contents ANGST! profanity. brainrot lingo. arguing. banter + flirting. kenma is fed up with the kuroo siblings.

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