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alectoperdita · 3 years

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Maybe it’s more than skin-deep | Masterpost & Photobook

Comfortable in our skin

Rating: Explicit Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters Pairings: Jounouchi Katsuya/Kaiba Seto, Minor Mazaki Anzu/Mutou Yuugi, Minor Rebecca Hopkins/Kaiba Mokuba, Past Jounouchi Katsuya/Kujaku Mai, Minor Kaiba Seto/Yami Yuugi Word Count: 66,462 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Yu-Gi-Oh! The Dark Side of Dimensions, Aged-Up Character(s), Makeup, Emotional Constipation, Enemies to Lovers, Developing Relationship, Non-Explicit Card Games, Explicit Sexual Content, Hook-Up, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Car Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Rough Sex, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, Name-Calling, Under-negotiated Kink, Barebacking, Comeplay, Dom/sub Undertones, Light Bondage, Aftercare, Sex in Space, Rimming, Spit As Lube, Come as Lube, Top Kaiba Seto

Kaiba is this close to walking away before the interview even begins—until the substitute makeup artist waltzes into the room. Jounouchi always had a unique talent for getting under Kaiba's skin, so it appears nothing (and everything) has changed in the eight years since they last saw each other.

Part 1 of the Maybe it's more than skin-deep series

Chapter 1

and our eyes are crossing paths across the room | there's only one thing left for us to do | you can touch me with slow hands | speed it up, baby, make me sweat - Body Say • Demi Lovato

Chapter 2

all in, baby, don't hold nothing back | wanna take control, ain't nothing wrong with that | say you likin' how I'm feelin' gotta tell me that | just put your skin, baby, on my skin - Skin • Rihanna

Chapter 3

you can dominate the game 'cause I'm tough | I don't play around that often, when I do, I'm a freak | so you'd better believe I like it rough - Flesh • Simon Curtis

Chapter 4

I wanna fuck you like an animal | I wanna feel you from the inside | I wanna fuck you like an animal | my whole existence is flawed | you get me closer to God - Closer • Nine Inch Nails

Chapter 5

a little bit dangerous | but baby, that's how I want it | a little less conversation | and a little more touch my body | 'cause I'm so into you - Into You • Ariana Grande

Chapter 6

everybody's waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name | put it deep beneath the track, like the hole you left in me | and everybody wants to know 'bout how it felt to hear you scream | they know you walk like you're a god, they can't believe I made you weak - Strange Love • Halsey

Chapter 7

I'm high, high, high, no one's got me quite like you | I want you all to myself | don't leave none for nobody else | I am an animal with you - Animal • Troye Sivan

Epilogue

and if in the moment I bite my lip | baby, in that moment, you'll know this is something bigger than us and beyond bliss | give me a reason to believe it - Love Me Harder • Ariana Grande & The Weeknd

Beyond brinkmanship

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,594 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Tags: Fictober 2020, Post-Canon, Aged-Up Character(s), Established Relationship, Love Confessions, Emotional Constipation, Kaiba Seto Has Issues, Explicit Sexual Content, Porn with Feelings

I'm only honest when it rains | if I time it right, the thunder breaks | when I open my mouth | I wanna tell you but I don't know how - Neptune • Sleeping At Last

Home beside you

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8,254 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Tags: Fictober 2020, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Vacation, Moving In Together, Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content, Top Kaiba Seto, Porn with Feelings, Anal Fingering, Edging, Dirty Talk, Barebacking, Anal Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Name-Calling, Humiliation Kink, Praise Kink, Prostate Massage, Comeplay, Come Eating, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation

so come on now, strike the match, strike the match now | we're a perfect match, perfect somehow | we were meant for one another, come a little closer - Sia • Fire Meet Gasoline

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#fic: Comfortable in our skin #series: Maybe it's more than skin-deep #puppyshipping #violetshipping #kaijou #yugioh #my fanfiction #it's finished!#two more shorts in this series forthcoming over the next two weeks #thanks so much to everyone who read or liked or reblogged!#thanks for coming along on this weird-ass journey!

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spicykat9 · 2 years

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Let me Take Care of You

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: GerEng/EngGer

Word Count: 1919

It had been another grueling day spent hunched over at a computer for hours on end leaving Ludwig sore all over and exhausted. But the week had ended, and he would be heading to Arthur’s for the weekend. He could now relax alongside his lover and forget all about work and his stressful week.

When he entered Arthur’s cozy cottage, he was met with the soft sound of music and the Brit singing along to whatever song was currently playing. A small smile spread across Ludwig’s face. He hung up his coat before heading to the living room. Arthur was seated on the couch, singing away as he worked on a crochet project; no doubt one of many sweaters, hats, or scarves the Englishman tended to give away for Christmas. He must have been pretty enthralled by the music, his work, or both as he didn’t seem to hear Ludwig enter.

“Guten Abend mein Hase,” Ludwig greeted with a kiss on top of Arthur’s head.

Arthur jumped slightly in surprise but turned to Ludwig with a smile. “Hello love how was your—Oh God you look exhausted.”

“Long day.”

Arthur shook his head, guiding Ludwig down to sit on the couch. “How many times must I tell you to at least pace yourself when working. You’re going to burn yourself out.”

Ludwig rolled his eyes. He understood Arthur’s concern, but it wasn’t like his British lover was any better at this “pacing.”

Arthur let out a sigh. “Well...at least you now have two days off.” He wrapped an arm around Ludwig’s shoulder, disappointed to find it stiff. That’s what happened when you sat yourself in front of a computer screen all day. Arthur tsked as he made his way behind Ludwig before pushing gently into the German’s stiff shoulders. He kneaded at the muscles until they loosened. “You’re so stiff,” Arthur murmured, his breath tickling and Ludwig’s neck. The German couldn’t help but shiver. Ludwig could practically feel the Brit smirk at his reaction.

“Well...ah-” Ludwig took in a sharp breath as Arthur’s hands began to massage at his scalp.

“I’ll take care of you tonight,” the Brit practically purred, “A massage is just what you need.”

“Ah...w-well i-i-if it's not too much trouble.”

Arthur moved in front of his lover, capturing Ludwig’s lips in a gentle kiss. “No trouble at all. But let’s move this to the bedroom so you can lay down.”

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“Just relax love,” Arthur murmured as he ran his hands down Ludwig’s bareback, surveying the situation. Like his shoulders, the German’s back was tense to the point he grunted every time Arthur pushed down lightly. The Englishman placed a kiss on the area as a form of apology.

The smell of lavender filled the room as Arthur poured some massage oil into his hand. He rubbed his hands together, spreading oil across both of them and warming the substance up. Gently, he laid his hands on Ludwig’s back, staring at the top and slowly making his way down. Although he wanted to be as soft as he could, in certain areas (specifically Ludwig’s upper back) Arthur had to dig into the muscles, earning more grunts from Ludwig.

Although it was occasionally painful, the relief Arthur’s hands brought as they released the knotted and tight muscles of Ludwig’s back had the German practically melting into the bed. His mind became foggy as he focused in on the way Arthur’s touches felt. As each section was loosened, Ludwig let out pleased sounds. Arthur smiled at the reaction each time, being sure to leave a gentle kiss on the area after he was finished.

As Arthur’s hands got lower, Ludwig found himself shivering at the touch and something stirred in his abdomen. He let out a shaky breath, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t possibly be getting turned on by something as innocent as a massage.

“Are you alright darling?” Arthur asked, his voice low and soft. That did anything but help Ludwig’s...growing problem.

“I-I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

Arthur stopped his motion for a moment, clearly in hesitance, before starting up once more, moving much slower now.

Ludwig bit back the sounds threatening to come out, not trusting himself not to moan and reveal to his English lover what was going on. It has been a long day and he wasn’t in the mood for such a strenuous activity. Or at least that’s what he told himself. Plus, it was embarrassing.

“Alright out with it,” Arthur barked, pulling away suddenly.

“I said noth-”

“You’re tensing up again. It's not ‘nothing.’”

Ludwig buried his head into the pillow as embarrassment set in. When one of Arthur’s hands grazed over his back, The German didn’t have time to suppress the sound and ended up letting out a soft moan.

Arthur let out a surprised ‘oh,’ finally understanding what was going on. After a moment of silence, he went on, “Turn around.”

“No...I’ll be fine...J-Just...give me a minute.”

“Ludwig, let me help you,” Arthur urged, though keeping his voice low and gentle.

“I’m too tired to do anything,” Ludwig argued back, twisting around to face his lover.

“Okay...I won’t do anything too crazy, but at least let me…” Arthur’s gaze fell down to Ludwig’s now hard cock, covered by his pants. “Let me take care of this for you.”

“Arthur that really isn’t-” Ludwig’s words cut off into a sharp gasp as Arthur began palming him through his pants.

“Shh...I’ll do all the work. You just sit there and enjoy it.” The loving look in the Englishman’s eyes put all of Ludwig’s protests to rest. After all, Arthur’s gentle caring side was something very few ever got to see.

“Okay.”

With the clear go-ahead, Arthur placed a quick kiss on Ludwig’s lips before helping the German out of his pants and underwear. For a moment, the Brit just admired his boyfriend's well-built torso, letting his hands run over Ludwig’s abs. This made Ludwig shiver once more. “You’re so beautiful,” Arthur commented, making Ludwig blush darkly. Arthur continued his caresses and touches adding nips and kisses at sensitive spots and praising him over and over. Ludwig bit his lip, trying to hold back his moans once more.

“Oh don’t be like that Lud,” Arthur chuckled darkly before biting down fairly hard on Ludwig’s collarbone and earning a groan. “You know how much I love to hear those lovely sounds you make.”

After that demand, Ludwig was much more vocal as Arthur littered his front with kisses and nips. But as much as the German enjoyed the attention and growing heat, he was starting to get a bit impatient and his erection a bit hard to bear.

“A-Arthur please…” Ludwig stuttered out, rocking his hips slightly, looking for friction.

Arthur quirked a brow. Normally, he would be a bit of a tease and urge Ludwig to be more descriptive, but he didn’t want to push his lover too much since he seemed to want to take things slow and gentle. “Okay,” Arthur murmured instead. He peeled off his shirt and pants from that day, making it a bit of a show for Ludwig as his pale skin was exposed bit by bit. Now naked, he reached over to the nightstand and sifted through the drawer for lube. After finding the bottle, Arthur gave another quick kiss on Ludwig’s brow before popping open the cap and coating his fingers in lube.

“Ready?” Arthur asked, lifting Ludwig’s legs to get better access to his ass.

“Mhm.”

Arthur gave him a warm smile before slowly inserting the first finger. Ludwig grunted and tightened around the digit, only relaxing when Arthur soothingly rubbed his thigh. Eventually, the German relaxed once more, prompting Arthur to insert another finger. Gently, he began scissoring and stretching his lover, swallowing Ludwig’s moans in passionate kisses.

“Oh Arthur,” Ludwig moaned as the Brit brushed against his prostate.

If Arthur wasn’t hard before, he sure was now. Who would have thought the straight-laced, serious German could sound so needy and lewd. And Arthur was the lucky man able to see this side of him. For a moment, Arthur just stared at him in awe.

“Arthur?”

“God I love you.”

A small smile spread across Ludwig’s face, pulling Arthur down into a soft kiss. “I’m ready if you are,” he whispered after they pulled away.

“Okay.”

Pulling his fingers out, Arthur lined himself up with Ludwig’s entrance. Once again, he slowly pushed himself in, mumbling praises for Ludwig under his breath. Ludwig in turn, gripped at the Englishman’s shoulders, his breath becoming tight.

“Okay I’m in,” Arthur breathed into the German’s ear, “Let me know when I can move.”

Ludwig nodded, his grip on Arthur starting to loosen as he got used to Arthur inside him. “O-Okay... I think I’m ready,” he said after a moment.

“Okay.” Going at a slow pace once more, Arthur began to move. “Don’t worry about meeting me,” the Englishman instructed, “Tonight is all about relaxing right?”

“Mhm.”

Deep, drawn-out moans began to fill the air as Arthur pulled in and out almost painstakingly slow. Arthur let out his own noises as Ludwig tightened around him. “You’re doing so good,” Arthur murmured into Ludwig’s neck, “so, so good.”

As Arthur searched for his lover’s sweet spot and lost himself in the heat of the moment, his movements became faster, and began placing sloppy kisses all over Ludwig’s upper body. Ludwig’s hold on him tightened and he pulled the Brit closer, encouraging him to continue.

“There,” Ludwig suddenly gasped as Arthur brushed his prostate again. “Right there.”

Arthur was happy to oblige, pounding into that same spot, making Ludwig shout louder. “Oh Gott, hör nicht auf…hören nicht auf...” Ludwig said under his breath, his hands now pulling at Arthur’s hair.

Arthur leaned down for a heated kiss of tongue and teeth, drinking in the taste of his lover. His hands made their way down Ludwig’s torso before taking hold of the German’s cock and jerking him off in time with his thrusts. The added sensation was what finally pushed Ludwig over the edge with a desperate cry of Arthur’s name. And at that sound Arthur came as well.

Once they had both come down from their orgasms, Arthur pulled out and rolled to the side. He combed his hand through Ludwig's sweaty hair, whispering words of praise once more. The German’s eyes fell closed, a serene look crossing his face red face. He was breathtaking to Arthur.

“I need a bath,” Ludwig said once he caught his breath. However, he didn’t move.

“I’ll take care of,” Arthur replied, before heaving himself up and heading into the bathroom. He returned moments later with a washcloth and bowl of warm water to wipe Ludwig and himself down.

“I need a proper bath,” Ludwig grumbled, though he still remained in bed and let Arthur wipe him down.

“There is always tomorrow for that. You’re exhausted and I may have gone a little overboard so just get some sleep.”

“You were fine,” Ludwig assured him, “I enjoyed it.”

“I did too.”

As Arthur continued to clean his lover up, he began humming softly. The warmth of the cloth on his skin and the comforting sound of Arthur’s voice was enough to put Ludwig to sleep. By the time Arthur had finished, Ludwig was snoring softly. “Oh Ludwig,” Arthur sighed dreamily, “sleep well.” And with a kiss on Ludwig’s forehead, Arthur settled himself on top of Ludwig’s chest and drifted off to sleep.

Translation:

Oh Gott, hör nicht auf…hören nicht auf...= Oh God, don’t stop...don’t stop

(warning that may not be the most accurate as the website I was using to translate this was glitching a bit)

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okikouji · 7 years

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Family Bootcamp Challenge: (1/50) The Intervention

An embarrassing family dinner courtesy of a capybara who gossips.

[ao3 link]

"Souya, me and Raijinmaru are worried about you," Youtarou starts with all the seriousness a four-year old (and a half! he'd argue) can muster. He's sitting opposite to him in Tamakoma's dining table, on Kizaki's lap, with Branch Chief Rindou at the head of the table. From the corner of his eye he sees Rindou raise his head from the documents he brought over for him.

He swallows his food, and the growing suspicion that he knows exactly where this is going somehow, and simply asks his nephew, "Why?"

"Because," Youtarou says, putting his spoon down as if he needs to give Kazama his complete attention, "Raijinmaru says you're too skinny."

Silence.

A snort from Rindou.

"Does he now..." he says, glancing at the other, noting the way Rindou's shoulders shake with barely-restrained chuckles. And yup, this is exactly what his gut told him it was going to be. Kazama knows Rindou deleted that portion of Tamakoma's security feed, per his request, when he had called him down to Tamakoma two days before and laughed about the whole ordeal to his face. If anything he's lucky he's got his fair share of blackmail from the days when his brother was still alive (he'll be minced meat once Director Shinoda knows who crashed his prized motorcycle). No one aside from the two of them was even supposed to have known about that disastrous event anyway (though he didn't quite count Jin out just yet because knowing him, he was already more than aware and just not mentioning it).

Figures he completely forgot about the damn capybara.

He misses Kizaki's frown while trying to to tell Rindou to shut it with his eyes.

"And why does Raijinmaru think Kazama's too skinny?" Kizaki asks, putting Youtarou's spoon back in his little hand, and raises a brow when Branch Chief Rindou bursts into giggles.

"'Cuz Raijimaru says he thought Souya would be heavy because he's old, like you Reiji, but that when Souya got on him to ride him like I do Souya was a lot lighter than he thought so he's worried now," Youtarou says before taking another spoonful of curry. By the end of his sentence Rindou is wheezing.

"Not a word," Kazama cuts in when Kizaki opens his mouth.

Not a moment later Raijinmaru waltzes into the room. It sits to the side of Kazama's chair and just stares. Kazama stares back at it.

"Traitor."

Across him, with a mouthful, Youtarou says, "Raijinmaru says if you eat more you can get big like Reiji!"

Kazama sighs when Rindou throws his head back and laughs, even Kizaki gets a chuckle out too.

He glares at Raijinmaru before hissing out, "Mind your own business."

#world trigger #rindou youratou #kazama souya #rindou takumi #kizaki reiji

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the-firebird69 · 4 years

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sayagroup · 4 years

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jobmenta · 2 months

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bharatlivenewsmedia · 2 years

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'Bhool Bhulaiyaa 2' Review: Kartik Aaryan starrer is a predictable comic caper but totally worth it

‘Bhool Bhulaiyaa 2’ Review: Kartik Aaryan starrer is a predictable comic caper but totally worth it

‘Bhool Bhulaiyaa 2’ Review: Kartik Aaryan starrer is a predictable comic caper but totally worth it Director: Anees BazmeeCast: Kartik Aaryan, Tabu, Kiara Advani, Sanjay Mishra, Rajpal Yadav and othersWhere: At theatres near youRating: 3 starsFighting to win your love over anything is a universal phenomenon, and ‘Bhool Bhulaiyaa 2’ is one such tale set in Bhawanigarh, a fictional town situated…

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paintbrushyy · 7 years

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*whispers* angst iwaoi soldier or secret agent au when one gets hurt maybe??? Or something??

Giving Up On You

Rating: M

Oikawa holds Iwaizumi steady, his wound still raw, and the stitches fresh. He steps into the tub with him, the boiling water burning up their bodies.

“Ahh” Iwaizumi gasps and he holds onto Oikawa’s shoulder, biting his lip and trying to control his breathing. His nails dig into Oikawa’s skin.

“It’s only pain-” Oikawa says, and they continue in, the water washing up to their hips, then to his shoulders as Oikawa helps sit him down on the bench. The large circular wash tub is big enough for the both of them and is supposed to have healing powers, but it just burns, and Iwaizumi’s wounds leak blood into the swirling water, turning it pink. He reaches over for a wash rage but Oikawa takes it before he can.

“Let me-”

The wound stretches across his abdomen, from his navel up his chest, across his nipple, and stops just below his shoulder. His skin threaded together. Oikawa can still picture the needle breaking through the skin, and Iwaizumi’s cries as they sewed the muscle together, then the skin. He scoops the water from the bath and floods it over his shoulder, wiping away the dirt and dried blood. So much blood.

“You couldn’t stay away could you-” Iwaizumi’s words jab at Oikawa and he stops wiping.

“What?” He’s not sure what he means.

“I had him, but you got in the way-” Iwaizumi doesn’t look up at Oikawa, so he doesn’t see how Oikawa’s face contorts, his nose scrunching up at the taste of his thoughts, and Oikawa almost screams.

He slaps the towel onto Iwaizumi’s shoulder and wipes again.

“If I hadn’t gotten in the way, your wound, Hajime, wouldn’t stop at your shoulder,”

“It wouldn’t be here at all.” He mumbles and Oikawa just laughs, the knot in his stomach tightening as he clutches the rag and holds back his tongue. He doesn’t want to argue so he tries to keep his voice mellow.

“If I hadn’t gotten in the way, Hajime, your wound would stretch from your navel up your neck and would have split your jaw open. I wouldn’t be here cleaning you, I’d be crying over your body and wishing I were dead too-” Oikawa regrets speaking, his stomach churning at the thought of Iwaizumi’s body having no life.

“You only clipped the edge of his sword because I was the one who shot the arrow.”

Iwaizumi doesn’t look him in the eye, but when Oikawa goes back to cleaning him he pushes his hand away.

“I can do it myself.” Iwaizumi’s tone is bitter and indignant. His eyes averted and Oikawa scowls, his hands shaking in the water as he tries not to shout.

“Fine-” He says, and tosses the rag at him, turning away and sitting on the opposite end.

Iwaizumi moves slowly, the pain making it hard to reach his back, to move water over him and he hisses what he stretches too far.

“Iwa-”

“No-” He says, and Oikawa fumes-

“Why are you being such a baby- it’s like I’ve stolen your favorite toy from you and now you’re whining!” Oikawa’s words spill out like lava, hot from his thoughts and heavy in his mouth. “Because I’m sick and tired of you butting in- you always butt in because you think you’re helping but you’re not!”

“The fuck are you talking about- I’ve saved your life more times than I can count!” Oikawa stands, looking down at Iwaizumi. “Yeah and every time you got all the credit, you were the one the king looked at and saw greatness, and then he looked at me and-”

“Oh shut up-”

“Failure, a coward, a waste of time and space and energy and it’s all your fault-” Iwaizumi spits out his words, he’s stood up and stares straight across at Oikawa now. He drags his breath out trying to fill his lungs, the pain in his chest more than just his wound, his heart feels cracked and swollen inside, shaking with fear and envy and he doesn’t know how to make it go away.

“I was saving your life-” “Well maybe I don’t want to be saved Tooru- maybe I want to die for my country, for my king, for you!” He shouts and stumbles back a bit, his legs pressing against the bench. Oikawa averts his eyes.

“Don’t-”

“DAMN IT TOORU-” Iwaizumi shouts and throws the rag across the water and the pain shoots up his chest, locking his air inside and making him gasp out for more.

“Hajime-” Oikawa jumps to his feet, moving to catch Iwaizumi, pressing his hand to his chest to keep the blood from spilling out, but it’s no use, it’s everywhere. He moves Iwaizumi back to the bench, sitting him down just for a moment.

“Stop-”

“Hajime,” Oikawa says it gently, retrieving the rag from the water.

“Why don’t you just let me drown-” He says, and Oikawa stops.

“Do me the favor-”

The air is silenced with the slap, the pain piercing Iwaizumi’s cheek and sending his face turning away from Oikawa’s. Iwaizumi puts a hand to his cheek, surprised.

“Don’t ever think I’ll give up on you- I- I-”

“Tooru-” Iwaizumi regrets his words, wondering where his thoughts came from, how they got to his lips, how he could have said that to Oikawa.

“I love you Hajime- so don’t ever think I’ll just sit back and let you die.”

“Tooru I’m sorry-” He tries to say, he tries to hold Oikawa but he can’t. Oikawa pushes his hands away and shakes his head.

“Don’t touch me- Don’t-” He says, and Iwaizumi listens, letting his hands fall beneath the pink water.

“Get up, you’re bleeding- you need to be sewn up again.”

Oikawa bends down and lifts Iwaizumi onto his shoulder, supporting his body as they get out of the tub, just as dirty as when they got in.

“Tooru-”

“What-” He’s tired of arguing, of yelling. He’s tired of seeing Iwaizumi’s blood, and he just wants to fall asleep now.

“I’m sorry,” He says, and Oikawa knows it’s genuine, he can feel it in Iwaizumi’s heartbeat pressed to him.

“Yeah- I know.” He whispers and lets the silence take all.

Comments always appreciated thanks for reading!!!

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