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people yearn for puppy dream

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I really wish mentioning Dream to most people wasn’t such a gamble cause I wanna just send my friends the pictures of him shoving pickles in his mouth SO BAD 💔💔💔

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this is a zombie apocalypse au

iwazumi hit his bat over a zombies head, the flesh squelching disgustingly as its body hit the ground with a wet thud. "toru!" iwazumi yelled as he ran over to oikawa, helping him defeat some zombies. "are you alright?" "yeah, i'm fine..." oikawa brushed himself off and walked over towards iwazumi. "god, this sucks... i mean, you'd think all the zombies would be dead by now?" oikawa tried to joke but iwazumi just sighed. "you know people are still getting... bit." oikawa slung himself over iwazumi, batting his lashes up at him jokingly. "would you still love me if i got bit?" in oikawa defense, he didn't KNOW the joke would sting. "don't joke about that." iwazumi deadpanned and lightly brushed oikawa off of him. "did you get all of the food that was in here?" oikawa swung a bag full of necessities over his shoulders. "yeah, i got it." oikawa smiled and walked close next to iwazumi as they walked to their cabin near the river.

"you're awfully close." iwazumi scoffed as he opened up the door and held it for oikawa, closing and boarding up the door. they settled their bags down near where they cool, iwazumi being the one to take out the food. "im glad we found that place." oikawa plopped onto their mattress, simply watching iwazumi do all the work. "yeah, we got lucky with that." they heated up their cans of beans on a fire and got comfortable to go to sleep. they had a single mattress on the ground using some sleeping bags as blankets.

oikawa snuggled up close to iwazumi. "what are you doing." "what?" oikawa tried to play dumb as he let his hands roam over iwazumi broad back. "don't play coy." oikawa could feel iwazumis muscles jump under his touch, the need to feel him growing stronger. "you've been like this all day." "have i?" iwazumi fought the urge to turn around and face oikawa, just letting him do whatever. "iwa..." oikawas touch noticably got more needy. more... possessive. "toru. go to sleep. not tonight." "not tonight?" oikawas interest immediately peaked, lifting his head slightly to see iwazumis expression. "go to sleep." oikawa huffed and laid back down next to iwazumi. "you're no fun." iwazumi felt hands around his waist and just lets oikawa do whatever, the both of them eventually falling asleep.

the next morning, oikawa had woken up to iwazumi spooning him, his body directly pressed against his. oikawa felt his entire body grow hot, the intimate feeling of iwazumi holding him so closely driving him insane. oikawa put a hand over his mouth to muffled his quickening breath. was iwazumi awake? was he aware of how close he was to oikawa? how he was affecting him so insanely? oikawa gasped softly as he felt iwazumis face nuzzle into his neck, his head automatically tilting to give him more access. oikawa felt his body get hot as iwazumis breathe tickled his sensitive neck. oikawa had to physically hold himself back from making any noises. he didn't want to accidentally wake iwazumi up. would he pull away if he realized how close he was to oikawa? would he mind taking it further?

oikawa shuddered slightly. iwazumis soft snores against his neck made oikawas back arch slightly, iwazumis face pressing further into oikawas neck. as oikawas back arched, his ass pressed into iwazumis crotch.

oh my god.

iwazumis arms tightened around oikawa, his breath quickening slightly. oikawa felt iwazumis heavy breath against his neck, his own breathing getting heavier. he pressed against iwazumis crotch again, the arms around him only tightening as if to keep oikawa there in place. and then, the best sound oikawas every heard, iwazumi grunted against oikawas neck. oikawa almost let out a whine when he felt iwazumis sound vibrate into his neck. should he wake him up? make him aware of what he's doing? keep edging him on like this? it was all very conflicting for oikawa.

as much as he loved the feeling of iwazumi against him, he left like he needed to wake him up. it wouldn't feel the same since iwazumi was still asleep. "iwa..." oikawas voice was small, still hesitant on waking him up. iwazumi groaned into his neck and nuzzled his face into it.

oh my god.

oikawas breath quickened. "iwa, i'm serious..." oikawa tried to tap his arm and his hold only tightened, grumbling into his neck. "toru..." oikawas blood ran hot as iwazumi grumbled his name. god, this had to be some form of torture or worse. oikawa tried to wiggle out of iwazumis hold, accidentally grinding against his front. iwazumi let out a grunt and his hips bucked up, making oikawa freeze.

oh my god?

oh my god?

oikawa let out a shaky exhale, in shock from what he just- "ah-" iwazumi pulled oikawa even closer against him, his hips bucking again. iwazumis face was completely buried in oikawas neck, his breath feeling like fire against it. oikawa didn't mean to make a noise, it just slipped out. the feeling of iwazumi so close to him and now so hot and bothered, well of course it'd drive him insane. iwazumis hands found themselves on oikawas thighs, making him gasp.

now, iwazumi really was awake.

oikawa could feel iwazumis hands kneading his thighs, small whines escaping his lips. iwazumi kept a slow rhythm, letting his hips grind against oikawas ass, drawling out whines and whimpers from him. iwazumi wrapped his hand around oikawas thigh, lifting it up as he pushed deeper against his ass. iwazumi grunted into oikawas neck, his arm still over oikawas chest, holding him down and as close to him as possible. iwazumis movements quickened, became more... ragged as oikawas noises got louder.

"wait- wait..." oikawa breathed out as he used his hand to stop iwazumi. "what?" he lifted his head away from oikawas neck, his eyes dark and hazy with lust. "we should do this right..." without warning, iwazumi lowered oikawas pants and boxers and took his shirt off, his hardened dick springing against his bare stomach. oikawa whined, now feeling vulnerable as iwazumi spit in his hand and lubed himself up.

he lined up with oikawas hole, precum and spit acting as lube as he slowly pushed in, oikawa let out broken whines and whimpers, the lack of prep evident in the sting. iwaizumi buried himself into oikawa, flipping him over so his chest and face was pressed into his pillow.

iwazumi took a minute to adjust before pulling out and pushing back in, a low groan escaping his lips. as for oikawa, he was practically drooling into his pillow as iwazumi properly fucked him, the lingering pain dissipating into hot pleasure. small whimpers and moans escaped oikawas lips, his face smushed into his pillow. "close- fuck-" oikawa choked out, his own dick painfully leaking onto his sleeping bag.

iwazumi grunted as his pace started to get ragged and desperate, chasing his own release. "me too." iwazumis hand tangled into oikawas hair, pushing his head further into the pillow as he pulled all the way out and pushed himself deeper inside with a grunt. tearing a moan out from oikawas lips. he thrusted one more time and pulled out, cumming all over oikawas ass and back. oikawa came at the same time as him, all over his thighs and sleeping bag.

iwazumi planted a soft kiss on oikawas bare shoulder, moving and plopping down next to him. oikawa lifted his head to face iwazumi. "that was... good." "hell yeah it was..." oikawa stood up to examine the mess he had made, wincing slightly as he rose. iwazumi helped him up and grabbed an old rag, taking oikawas hand and leading him to the river near their cabin. they stepped into the stream and began to clean themselves, iwazumi helping clean oikawas back as they stayed quiet. oikawa kissed iwazumis forehead softly. "thanks, iwa." "no, thank you."

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some fun iwaoi right? this was written in my class on low brightness so if there are spelling/grammar mistakes no there aren't 🥀

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a sculptor and his forgotten sculpture.

akaashi was a sculptor and would always make little things for bokuto. it was his love language. he'd make little ceramic trinkets for him like small owls that reminded akaashi of him. late last year, akaashi had lost bokuto in a car accident. he didn't know what to do with himself. he'd lock himself in his studio, grieving the loss of his late lover. akaashi would see the matching trinkets they would keep, most in akaashis studio and his heart would ache. it wasn't fair. how could they take his lover from him? someone so sweet, so kind, so.. lovely. akaashi didn't feel like himself and would spend his days in his studio, either siting and just looking over all the small trinkets and owls he had made or he'd cry. his heart hurting as he reminisced. a year had passed and akaashi sorrow had turned into slight grief. atleast now whenever he talked about bokuto, he didn't burst into tears. akaashi had walked into his studio and got his clay ready. he decided to sculpt bokutos face. that way, he'd be able to hold his face at least once more. he got out his tools and began sculpting the base. he carved out the eye shapes, shaped his jaw and started to see the faint features of his late lover. akaashi feels something stir in his heart. he grabs some more clay and starts to sculpt bokutos nose. hm. akaashi took a step back and looked at the sculpture in progress. something was.. off. akaashi felt sick to his stomach and tried to shape his nose again. he took a step back. it didn't look right. it didn't *feel* right. as he looked at the amalgamation of what was supposed to be his late lovers face, he began to breathe heavy. he clutched his chest, the wet clay mixing with his leather apron. he couldn't believe it. his love. his star. he couldn't. he stumbled closer to the mess of clay, trying to shape his nose again but he just couldn't get it right. akaashi felt like he was gonna throw up. he cupped the clay's face. could he even call this mess of a sculpture his lover? his bokuto? his eyes were his, his face shape, his lips. everything was his. but.. his nose. his centerpiece. akaashi felt his heart crumple. he could almost.. almost hold bokutos face one last time. but.. he just couldn't remember. he tried to shape his late lovers face one more time, trying to do his fallen star right. he wet the clay again and began sculpting with blurry eyes. he took a step back and the well broke as tears streamed down his face. "oh, my star..." he held bokutos sculpted face, almost able to feel his warmth, his life. he sobbed, a sad smile spread across his face as he admired the sculpture of his lover, finally content.

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i had originally written this for a friend but decided to post it. if it sucks that's cause it was written in my metronome app and has been re-written about 5 times.

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looking for moots!

- dteam fan

- x men / marvel fan

- anime fan

- music fan

- classical music fan

- ff enjoyer

- musical fan

- really really big fnaf fan