#IM BITTER AND ALWAYS WILL BE ABOUT THIS GAME
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I used to be one of those guys when I first joined the Kirby fandom, but everytime I hear a discussion of the series writing that starts with "So the Lore is InSaNe-" and not like, "Kirby has a fun writing style that takes advantage of its cute exterior to tell cool stories that reward player's curiosity and leave lots of room for imagination-" I cringe so goddamn hard.
I kinda just hate that people approach things that encourage investment when they don't expect it as inherently absurd. Like it is fun to joke about how absurd Kirby lore can be, but it really often comes with an air of disrespect or exhaustion rather than like, appreciation that these games are made by people who want to tell interesting stories when they could easily make as much money just making polished enough fluffy kiddy platformers. And when it's not met with exhaustion, it's met with - like I said before - that tone that it's stupid for a series like this TO have devs who care about writing stuff for it. Which is a whole other thing about people not respecting things made to appeal to kiddie aesthetic or tone.
Maybe the state of low-stakes YouTube video essays just blows cause people play up ignorance and disbelief for engagement, but like I STG I hear people use this tone for like actual narrative based games sometimes. Some people don't like... appreciate when a game is made by people who care a shitton in ways that aren't direct gameplay feedback. And they especially don't appreciate it when it comes from something with any sense of tonal dissonance intentional or not.
Anyways, I love games made by insane people. I love games made by teams who feel like they wanna make something work or say something so bad. I love that energy, especially when invested into something that could easily rest on its laurels or which obviously won't be taken seriously. I love this in a lot of classic campy 2000s games, I love this in insanely niche yet passionate fanworks, and I love it in the Kirby series and its writing. Can we please stop talking about it like it's an annoyance or complete joke?
#shut the heck up#kirby#kirby lore#fandom#midnight rambles#im quite talkative today cause my rambling bestie is busy#im also bitter cause im too burnt out to make the things i want to properly express my adoration for this series#but i can waffle about it ig#ive been relying on prose and essay ro express myself a lot in leiu of my usual creative outlets...#i always wanted to make a video edsay series about kirby lore with this expressed ethos#maybe i should just start with essay-essays somewhere#still need to replay all the games for that first though#more streams coming up eventually i swear#tag talking#i read a cool analytical article today that had the same tone as a video essay and i was like 'ah thats the origin of the essay part'#so now i wanna explore that world more of article game and media journalism and such
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sometimes i get extra sad when i remember rockstar would never gonna give us rdr1 for pc users and theyâre also not going to remake / remaster it. what a fucking waste
#like the only way i might be able to play this game is to buy a console#but this is absolutely waste of money cause i donât have a tv in my room#i donât like playing with controllers i love playing with keyboard and mouse#so whatever i mean pc users eventually got tlou after 10 years#so maybe thereâs hope#but rockstar has been working about gta6 for quite a while now#and they even stopped uploading anything for rdr online so this is actually dead#everyone is always like ârockstar biggest thing is the gta franchiseâ#which is actually rdr + rdr2âŠâŠ..#ANYWAY IM JUST BITTER & ANNOYED BY IT#or speaks now
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warframe may be the game i come back to when im quarantined for covid and stressed out about that and need something to do for 10 hours a day when im trapped in my room.......but, it turns out, when im really struggling with anxiety in a way i havent in years, thatâs enough to get me to finally reinstall destiny 2 after over two years of not playing it. i just...need to see some old friends, right now.
#warframe is a fun game with lots of content to spend time on and there's always something to do but#it's never come close to filling the hole in my heart that the world of destiny 2 left#and im still bitter about what they did to d2 but right now i think it'll be a comfort anyway#so much of what i loved about the game isnt there anymore and ive missed so much i cant go back and see now and i resent that#but. yeah.#zero rambles
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fashion student non oomf went viral last year for doing this really cool extensive fashion explanation thing for a series im really into and it got me really hyped because i wanted to do a big write up on fashion too but
1. im a dropout who hasnt studied fashion ever bcs i realised it was my dream after i got withdrawn idk many terms and i talk kinda abstract
2. now that op did that piece so well i can't say anything really abt that series cause ill come off as a tryhard w no knowledge compared to the rest of the fandom
3. i have so much fashion i love to talk about but my personal taste factors directly into how much i wanna discuss it so I can't really focus all my efforts in one set direction
and the one that actually matters
4. .... almost all of how i mentally engage with fandom is transformative n nobody wants to sit down and listen to me talk about how I IMAGINE characters dressing especially if im not some popular artist or explaining my own designs vogue style or something đ
loss....
#this isnt to come off as bitter this all got me thinking cause i thought it was so cool to see someone successfully educate and ramble about#video game anime girl fashion n stuff#idk if anyone rly values what i have to say#which sucks because all i do is talk i never stop talking#i should start a youtube channel but itd involve an insane amt of effort for probably very little returns#i just want to talk about random fun stuff but im usually limited by lack of health or knowledge and like#even if i know what im talking about or its freeform or unserious my brain has a habit of being like YOU DONT KNOW .1 PERCENT OF INFO#SOMEONE MIGHT KNOW MORE THAN YOU SO YOURE A FAKE AND YOU SHOULD FALL DOWN A WELL#yk classic impostor stuff#i should find some way to get into long form content tho#ive always wanted to learn to stream or host a manga or media themed podcast w friends#its all very unrealistic and unreasonable but it sure sounds fun
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A lil bit of both
I'm typing up a storm in the tags
#greedy#nort is hmm 2 me bc his interpretations exist so wildly#hes marketed as a goofball who likes donuts#hes marketed as a sauve charismatic person (which i guess he used to be long ago)#OKAY IF THIS DOESNT MAKE IT TO TAGS ILL WRITE IT OUT!! but for now...#hes a serious hardworking individual who wants to savour his own hard work. but in years of doing so and getting nowhere has caused him to#be a little desperate and bitter. the rich can wave their bank notes around while the poor suffer#he only becomes more due to the foreign influence of the meteorite and cave and all#hes a traumatized individual who is certainly complex. he had something others dont. its mentioned in his letter...but why? is he so in tun#tune with despair that he understands that he will never get what he wants? is he affected by the drugs?#hes quiet and keeps to himself. hes gloomy and is tempermental. he tells himself to never forget what happened. he is a man haunted#in da capo when orpheus goes to fight him. he protects himself first but gets overwhelmed. he had an axe but others#speculated it to be him trying to save little girl(?) much of it is unknown but he cares#he cares because im his deductions you have to work with your teamates. you go to save them. it specifically makes you do that#in order to get his worn clothes#he tries to keep to himself bc hes only ever had himself growing up. he can only trust himself bc thats how he survived#you ever think how he was deeply broken before that?you ever think how he has probably seen people fall to their deaths in his line of work#he keeps himself closed off so he will be hurt less#and hes silly too :(#i always think about how in game his graffiti or pictures have him smiling. when in canon he never does.#and you know what hurts more.... his soulcatcher skin. the day of the dead. it hurts because he has no one to remember him.#no one would ever mourn him :(( he cannot find peace in life and in death. a constant reminder#the tags are so long i dont think itll even show up on tags aha i might make a post about it then#i just think he is so lovely#my art#digital art#identity v#idv#idv art#norton campbell
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sorry just. the bday situation is so bizarre bc i remember when i started playing two years ago the game genuinely felt so player friendly, even f2p friendly. bday events were EASILY doable if u just put in the time and saved up beforehand. pop quizzes were doable to an extent without breaking your wallet, and even if u didnt make it first run everythings back in just six months, how cool is that? heres some starter cards and free pulls and a guaranteed UR on your birthday! spend just 10dp for 200ap twice a day and with your dailies thats only a 2dp loss daily, perfect for event grinding! dont have enough demon vouchers for a ten pull? just go right ahead and buy some more with dp!
and now its 20dp for 200ap, bday events are nightmare events with pity at TWO HUNDRED pulls whereas the standard was 100 (oh and regular nightmares also have UR pity at 150 now!), remember when dia had no bday event and fans were upset? yeah this is a totally good decision! equality! also half the events are EXTRA gambling now! and alllll those celestial blessings benefits we promised? GONE! you dont need that many pfps and backgrounds and cards and dp and dv and raven and denergy lol just take this food and gems and go. oh that boost period on og? nah dont even worry about it im sure youll manage just fine without on nb! even tho youve got way less resources here bc the game just launched! it's been such a good launch right guys? perfect new app perfect new features everything you could want! thatll be 1 billion dollars now :)
#nadi talks#im sooo bitter about. all of this#its just so sad to see them take this route of just straight up not caring about player opinions#like this is the team that gave out that one levi ur for free bc the game glitched out and some people got it for free while others didnt?#there was always a feeling of being Heard by the devs and thats just. gone and replaced with sheer apathy#not even ANNOUNCING this change when theyd usually make announcements about every little thing...#like at least try to justify yourselves?? at least pretenf this matters?? but no just shoving it under the carpet like everything else#everyone who was unsure abt them launching a new game was right its been one bad decision afte rtheother since#og may have been a trainwreck but wrecking another train isnt exactly fixing it
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i love ash and honestly glad they retired his ass but i still dont like that they dont focus on the game mc at all but rather these two new mascot like characters
#z rambles#yeah im bitter about calem mistreatment#i wish they had taken this route instead of those two#but i do think they might see it as kinda repetitive to redo the same journey in both games manga and anime so ig?#but im not the targeted audience and nor do i watch anime so i guess i cant really add my two cents in this argument#also i feel like it always focuses on ash which is understandable hes the MAIN character#but idk i just dont like it cuz it seem the characters in the franchise just dont get equal or half amount of time to speak their story#so i hope the next one isnt much on those two but a lot more on our rivals and characters we battled#but once again. NOT the targeted audience so
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him getting hard at you yelling at him
[đȘ] the kyoto exchange event is soon and your husband has been meeting up a lot with a coworker. you get a bit jealous, not aware that your husband may have a thing with that
pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader
genre: a bit angsty at the beginning, suggestive, not really smut
warnings: established relationship; jealousy; possessiveness; boners; a bit of toxicity; idk if this is super canon but some scenarios are from the jjk game phantom parade;
word count: 2.9k
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this is stupid right? you know your husband has a natural charm that is often misinterpreted as annoying and obnoxious. not everyone is prepared to receive all that satoru gojo has to offer, only a few people have dared to try to keep up with him, including yourself.
and you knew his coworkers weren't really... fond of him.
so why were you all of the sudden so bothered by him going out so much with his female coworker utahime?
the sister school exchange event was happening soon, in two weeks to be more precise. you were a former sorcerer yourself, though you weren't really involved in the education regarding the sorcery school; so this event was more of satoru's business, you were only required to be present during the group combat.
"sweet cheeks, im going out with nanami! just to discuss things about the exchange event." he had said one day. you wished him good luck with no negative thought in mind.
"baby, Nanami wasn't of much help, so now I have to go talk with utahime." he pouted. and you paid no mind. it was known to almost every breathing being that utahime wasn't confortable around satoru, even as going to telling him to leave her alone. that has being their relationship since satoru was in high school, him often disrespecting her authority and status as a sorcerer, and her just chastising him as his former senior.
so why were you so troubled if you knew this about them? well probably them going out three times this week stirred a nerve.
it's because the exchange event. you kept telling yourself, but you couldn't avoid the venomous feeling of jealousy. which was an actual insult to your relationship with satoru, who had never given you reasons to doubt him, on the contrary, he often showers you with infinite love and words of affirmation that only fulfill your love for him.
but hasn't utahime grow tired of him already? you questioned deeply. she was his number one despiser. being with satoru for only ten minutes aged her ten years. you were incredulous she was lasted so much around your husband. even if it was work-related.
it was a Friday. your husband visited his female coworker twice this week, this day being the third encounter. he hadn't told you where, though you were sure he would have told you if you were to ask him. but you didn't. it was your untouched pride that had stopped you from that. not wanting to make your jealousy public. you were certain of the endless teasing satoru would treat you with.
you were alone in your shared house. it was actually your day off. day you had planned to spend it with your silly spouse, before his phone buzzed and he announced his meeting with utahime. it would be a lie to say you weren't upset.
"take care, toru. and please come back soon." your farewell felt bittersweet, bitter to you, sweet to satoru. his obliviousness about the hurricane going inside your core was only contributing to your indignation.
as you turned on the tv in front of you, you tried brushing off the corrosive sensations that came within the recap of the events occurred this week. the remote seemed to have a mind of its own as you picked some random show absentmindedly, just something to cloud your head.
utahime was actually a nice and proper woman. she has always being respectful to you and only occasionally made discrete comments about your relationship with satoru, questioning amusingly how you put up with him. she was obviously no harm, even less to your husband.
perhaps it was your primal instincts that were responsible of your disapproval of them going out so much. you weren't exactly the jealous type. okay, maybe you were fussing too much over this situation.
the tv show actually completed its purpose and distracted you effectively. your mind now wondering how the main character was going to open up his own jazz club.
the door opening startled you slightly, turning your head immediately to see the person you had been missing the whole evening. satoru kicked off his shoes at the entrance as he stepped closer to you, a hand running through his snowy hair and taking off his rectangular glasses.
"oh baby, you should have seen utahime! she is so bad at playing baseball even though she's a fan of it!"
what a fucking dumbass. your eyes full of love threatened to turn wicked at such comment. so he went to play baseball with her?! it wasn't work-related?!
"what do you mean, satoru?" your tone wasn't the kindest. "I thought you went out to talk over the final details about the exchange event."
"oh, that," satoru was now aware of your little irritation, your evident pitch of voice made sure of that. "yeah it is very important for the event, baby!"
"how so?" exasperation was written all over your face, making story wince a bit. you lifted yourself up from the couch to face him.
"do you really want me to tell you? I mean, I wanted it to be a surprise for the studenâ"
"what could possibly be a surprise, satoru?!" you snapped. the first two thirds of his sentence infuriated you so much you didn't even listen to his last words. "you going out three times with utahime this week was definitely a suprise for me."
his baby blue eyes were as wide as plates. he didn't expect you to yell at him over this. and for some reason, he felt himself warmer.
"and, and nowâ" red was coating your face, endless frustration ready to be busted in forms of hurtful words and angry glances. "and now you're telling me you were playing baseball with her?! and expect me to be all okay with that? what kind of work-related stuff requires two coworkers to go out and play baseball alone?"
satoru was in a state of awe at first, his face displaying the shock your exposed irritation caused him. but his bad habit of fixing situations with comedy and witty remarks had entered the scene. it would have normally calmed you down, if it wasn't for the pent up frustration that was on the picture.
"oh~ so you were jelly~?" he sent you a wink, his lanky body getting closer to yours by instinct. "don't worry baby. I have eyes only for yoâ" wrong move.
"how could you joke about this, satoru?!" your loud words stirred something inside him, something that should not be stirred nor awaken during these moments. "im here trying to tell you how I feel and you justâ you just joke arouâ" your words were fading away in his hearing. your red face and glassy eyes only on his mind. oh how pretty you looked when you were angry, especially when you were yelling at him. a wicked part of satoru was glad your undivided attention was on him, even if it was you snapping at him. your overly licked lips were moving furiously as you cried out your thoughts.
"and now you are spacing out!" you snapped your fingers in front of him. satoru's mind went back to the scenario occurring in the living room.
"baby, you have literally nothing to worry aboâ"
"stop talking and let me finish."
oh no. he loved you and hated you for that. satoru fell in love hard for your personality, admiring how you never left anyone cut your words. you always stood for yourself, shouting your thoughts in a confident voice. and in a world still ruled by men such as the sorcery world, that was very hard to achieve. but oh how he hated that exact same admiration for your courage became warm enthusiasmâlustâin a couple of seconds. your sharp tone kindled his core, feeling his pants a bit tighter in the front.
not now please... he cursed in the back of his head. you were already cooking him, a visible boner would be the death for him. a reasonable motive to make him sleep in the couch and put him in a sexâor even touch, if you were feeling sinisterâban.
"i don't like it when you joke when I tell you about my feelings," there it was again, that stern voice he loved so much, though he cursed it at the moment. "I also don't like it when you go out too much with utahime."
if you only knew you were making him hard as hell from yelling at him you wouldn't even have to worry about his female friends.
"is that understood, satoru?" you lifted one single finger to emphasize your point even more. that little habit of yours, along with placing a hand on your hip and slightly wobbling your head, was going to be his final straw.
"yeah, of course baby." he breathed, sending you an apologetic look. "can we go to bed, already? I need cuddles."
you shot him an unamused glare. uh maybe you weren't done. satoru could feel his hot skin sticking to his clothes thanks to his sweat. you held so much power over the strongest.
"why were you playing baseball with her?"
"baby it wasn't anything of the sort!" he said agitated. "you know that after the group combat usually comes the individual combats, and I just know yuji will be in danger," you nodded at his words. that was true. satoru had told you a few days before he suspected of someone plotting against the young sorcerer. "so I wanted to change the routine and make it about something fun, you know? something harmless, like some sport the kids will enjoy."
your heart actually softened at his explanation. satoru's priorities embraced the security of the youth, especially that of the newest first-year student, which was often at jeopardy.
however, that explained nothing.
"what does that have to do with you going out withâ"
satoru cut your words, and flinched slightly at the way your eyes narrowed and your brow curled up. "I couldn't come up with something myself, so I asked nanami and utahime to go out to play a sport they liked. of course I couldn't tell them what I was plotting," his hands motioned to himself. "nanami took me to bowling, I liked it, but then I thought it wouldn't be a good idea especially for yuji and maki, you know how they are." you nodded. "and then utahime took me to a baseball simulator, and it was all perfect!" he said enthusiastically, lifting his long arms in victory. he was feeling so hot his forehead was shining with sweat. it was becoming harder and harder to contain his boner. the last thing he wanted was to nut mid-explanation.
you widened your eyes in both wonder and confusion.
"no! i meanâ," he panicked "it was all perfect because the game was perfect for the kids. not that it was perfect to go out with her!" your husband tried to save himself.
an unannounced sighed left your lips. you were still glaring at him, and even though satoru was a foot taller than you, you were making him a bit too much nervous.
âthat and the fact that his stiff boner was still present, only softening lightly when he panicked at your misunderstanding. his little friend was eager for you to yell at him as well.
"am i forgiven now?" he battled his long white lashes to you, giving you the babiest of looks, deeply hoping you would end this silly discussion and take care of him.
"mmm..." a finger rubbed your chin as you pondered about it. "I don't know, satoru," he deflated in front of you. "why didn't you ask me for help? you know I like sports too."
"of course I thought about you, pookie! you were the first person I considered" a pout adorned his pretty face as his long arms attempted to hug you, only for you to step back. "please don't do that, im gonna start crying."
"answer the question satoru."
"it's just that you were so busy with work I genuinely didn't want to disturb you more."
it was true. even though you were not a teacher at the school, the exchange event also demanded you of your time, your main concerns being completing and getting the arrangements ready, especially with the higher upsâthe part satoru disliked the mostâ, and making the them believe sukuna's vessel was still dead.
"but it could have been just a simple question, satoru." there you were again with that rigid tone of yours. haven't you noticed satoru is all red faced and his cock is starting to ache? of course not, because you hate him, right?
"I know baby~" a whine left his mouth, eyes pleading you two could just cuddle and maybe, just maybe, you could stroke him a bit. "but you were very, very, very stressed, I really didn't want to put another burden on you. you would often come very tense after a meeting with the higher ups."
you huffed. well, you guessed you could give that to satoru. but it still hurt he didn't even ask you the simple question, or even explaining to you his little plan. he was certain you wouldn't object.
"okay, satoru," the tall man's ears spiked at your words. ready to say yes to your proposal to cuddling. "I still need some time to cool down. so I'll go to bed." your feet dragged you to the hallway after you turned off the tv, satoru following you behind. "no," you lifted your palm toward him, stopping him. "you sleep in the couch."
"but whyyy?"
"because you didn't tell me sooner about all this! and because im still mad at you."
satoru let out a dramatic puff, blowing raspberries. he grabbed quickly his things and prepared himself for a lonely night. the disappointment from not sleeping next to you dissipated his boner.
the next day you actually didn't see each other until night. satoru had to attend a clan meeting while you met with the directors of both sorcery schools to go over all the remaining affairs.
exhaustion drew all over your face as you entered your house, a recently cooked meal aroma invading your nostrils. your feet pulled you toward the exquisite scent with little resistance. the view of your tall husband hovering over the stove welcomed you.
"hey pookie boo," satoru said excitedly as he stirred whatever he was making. tapping the utensil away before invading your personal space. "how was your meeting with the directors? they weren't rude to you, were they?" he smiled as he enveloped you in a affective hug. you hadn't forgotten about his little game from last night, but you would be lying to yourself if you admit you hadn't missed his warmth.
"it was fine, very tiring," you looked at him with tired eyes, making his heart do several jumps at your cuteness. "they made me go over all the details about the curses they will release, discussing if they were the appropriate levels for the students."
"oh poor you~" he sang. "let me feed you fully and then we can go to bed and have a well deserved sleep," he was trying to get away.
"hey!" you yelped. satoru felt his dick stir and enlarge. "don't think I haven't forgotten about last night," a stern pitch adorned your voice.
"baby, please," he whined, "if you knew what you do to me, you wouldn't be like this," he hinted silently to the ache between his legs. "what do you want me to do toâ"
"satoru," a shiver danced along his spine at the sound of his name rolling from your lips. "I want you to only look at me," you don't know what roamed through your being, but a sudden urge of claiming him took over you. your bottled up feelings from last night revealing themselves. perhaps the heat of the moment didn't let you communicate your darkest desires.
your smaller frame was still held captive by his heavy arms. you lifted your arms to surround his neck, bringing him closer to you, chest to chest. satoru left you handle him as you pleased. he caressed your waist as you stared up at him, darkness painting itself over your irises, your gloomy gaze contributing to the tightening feeling of his pants, his present hard-on sharpening his breathing.
"i want your to only look at me," a twitch inside his pants.
"i want you to give me your full attention," a throb.
"i want you to only think of me," a pulse.
"you are mine, satoru, and as far as I know, im yours. so don't you ever forget that." the white haired sorcerer could bet his underwear was damp from his leaking. why were you like this?
you nuzzled your nose against his, before giving his lips a chaste kiss. "baby you are so hot when you are toxic like that." you chuckled lightly at his words, brushing your fingers along the short hairs of his undercut. you swear you could hear him purr.
"toru don't romanticize this side of me or I'll be more toxic than the elephant's foot." satoru gave your butt a little squeeze before bringing one hand up to play with your cheek, squeezing it as well, before leaving a soft peck on it. his lips then moved to yours, sharing a long and passionate kiss with you. oh how much he missed your touch.
"baby would you get mad at me if I tell you I was hard as a rock when you were yelling at me last night? no one has that power over me."
"what"
#gojo#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojou satoru x reader#jjk gojo#jujutsu kaisen#satoru gojo#satoru gojo x reader#jjk smut#jjk angst#gojo smut#gojo angst
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you and hyuck are in an open relationship, but at some point you get jealous that he regularly fucks with another woman. now, you have to prove that youâre better than her.
warnings(17+). nsfw, protected sex, rough sex, creampie, cunnilingus, slight dacryphilia, pet names, dirty talk, oral sex [for @toniiswrld !] & im taking requests rn!
walking through your apartment door was like deja-vu to him. he didnât even knock. he never had to, ever since youâve both developed this relationship. you were both friends years prior to hooking up.
in all honesty, you never really cared about who hyuck messed with. as long as he kept seeing you at the end. but it wasnât until he started openly fucking another woman.
âweâre fucking, by the way.â hyuck casually told you as he scrolled through her social media account, clicking random pictures of hers to show you.
that was the first time jealousy had smacked you across the face. she was pretty, gorgeous even. but you werenât jealous of her looks. you were jealous that she was getting what you thought was yours and yours only.
well, you did set this boundaryâ where you and him both could keep seeing other people without any hard feelings. but damn, did it come back and slap you in the face.
hyuck could sense your bitterness and turned his phone off, rubbing your thigh while he stared at you. âwhat happened to that mark guy? you stopped seeing him?â
âyeah. months ago,â you told him simply, meeting his gaze, âi told you this.â you had broken things off with mark because a tiny part of you felt that your relationship with hyuck was growing stronger to the point where you didnât want anybody else but him.
and hyuck didnât say anything, only staring at you as you tried to act nonchalant as possible. but he could see right through you, and you didnât know that. âyou good?â he questioned, studying your face.
âiâm good.â
âwe lying to each other now?â the hand on your thigh inched higher and you began wondering if he could even hear your pounding heart in that moment.
he didnât stop thereâ his hand slid around your waist and pulled you into his arms, guiding you onto his lap. this only created a new profound tension now that your eyes were on his and hisâ only.
you swallowed hard with a nervous giggle, âiâm not lying to you, boy.â
âboy?â a chuckle fell past his plush lips and he rode his hand up and down your back. he was teasing you. seeing how far he could take his tricks until you reacted. seduction was always a game to him and you hated how you, along with every woman he knew, lost.
you hummed at his words, âitâs getting pretty late. i think you should go see that other girl if youâre this horny.â you stood from his lap but he caught your wrist and pulled you back onto him.
âthis what we doinâ now, Y/N?â he asked, face inching closer and closer to yours. he caught your lips into his but before it got steamier you pulled away with a small smile and a nod. âcool.â
weeks had passed and your time with hyuck went from seeing each other damn near everyday to casual texting to which he barely even responded to. everytime you called him heâd tell you that he was with that girl.
you hated feeling this desperateâ telling yourself to swallow your pride and try calling him to see if heâd still want to come over, or if he still even wanted to fuck with you.
but it was so much you could take. you didnât care about getting dick-ed down by him anymore, you just wanted your friend back.
eventually you stopped trying to reach him until one night, you received a phone call from âHâ, (you had changed his contact name to be petty.) you stared at your phone for a split second before letting it stop buzzing.
H: wyd?
H: why you ainât answer?
H: hello?
the buzzes continued and continued and continued. you were so close to answering to tell him to stop. but you heard your front door opening and shutting. you knew it was him but you wanted to keep acting nonchalant.
hyuck spotted you on your couch, snuggled up in your blanket while watching tv. he glared at you for a few seconds before opening his mouth.
âso you ignoring me now?â he walked over to you, standing in front of the tv when you didnât respond fast enough. when you tried moving your head to see the screen he moved with you.
âmove..â
âno,â he kept watching you, âwhy are you being like this?â
at this point, you had thought that itâd be better if youâd come out and tell him why you were upset, even though it was pretty clear. he wasnât dumb and he was very aware on how you were after knowing you for so long.
âso you havenât been responding back to me because you were with her?â you asked simply. hyuck paused for a minute to take in your words, then he laughed. âso thatâs what this is about?â he asked, âyou being bitter?â
âmâ not bitter..â
âyou are. and i wasnât even with her today. i was with her yesterday.â he told you as if it was any better. that had pissed you off, and it didnât help that he sat next to you on the couch. you tried scooting away but a firm grip on your arm pulled you closer to him.
âwhy are you being like this?â he asked again. and it took everything in you not to scream at him. he had literally dumped you for some random bitch.
âyou need to stop seeing her.â you said, and hyuck furrowed his eyebrows, âwhat makes you think you can tell me who i stop seeing?â
âbecause i donât want you fucking her!â you snapped, yanking your arm away from his grip. now, you were very upset. you had thought that it would prompt him to leave but he didnât.
hyuck tsked at your words, âjust so greedy,â he wrapped his arm around your waist, harder, pulling you towards his chest, âdoing all this over some dick?â
well.. yes. you were, and you didnât care anymore. he was yours first for years and you wanted to take back what was yours. but you couldnât lie anymore, being pulled against his chest brought a new wave of warmness over you. and you realized how much you actually liked him.
how warm his tanned skin felt against yours, the way his bangs fell messily over his forehead. the manspread, his smell, everything.
âwho's better.. me or her?â
hyuck paused for a minute, âi dunno, help me decide.â he ran his hand over the hardening bulge in his joggers and you were quick to get rid of them, crawling onto your knees below him.
you were so desperate to prove to him that your better than her, way better. leaving him in his boxers, youâre met with his erection. you ran your palm against him and he groaned lowly.
you pulled his boxers down and wrapped your fingers around his shaft, pumping your hand and he bit back another groan, lifting his shirt to watch you spit on his tip. âhas she ever gotten you this hard before?â you asked.
âonly you.â he told you, and it made your stomach churn in arousal. you were quick to part your lips and lick his tip. hyuck hissed and threw his head back, adamâs apple bobbing when he swallowed hard. then, you traced patterns along his tip, digging your tongue into his slit.
his hips jerked, âb-baby.. fuck,â he whimpered, warmness pooling in the pit of his stomach, âput it in your mouth.â
you complied, taking in a deep breath through your nose while you took him into your mouth, the corners of your mouth stretching to accommodate his size. hyuck groaned again when you started bobbing your head, using your hand to hold what you couldnât take.
âshiiit, just like that.â he strained, grabbing a handful of your hair, and you looked up at him through your eyelashes, his huge eyes staring back down at you. he thought you looked so cute with his cock stuffed in your mouth, he had missed this sight so much.
your heart pounded restlessly in your chest from the intense arousal that coursed through your body. you could feel wetness pooling in your panties as he stared down at you lustfully, eyebrows furrowed with his mouth slightly agape.
you could feel his cock twitch and throb in your mouth. he was quick to yank your head away, creating a small pop sound. spit dribbled down your chin and you wiped it off with the back of your hand. you gave him a certain look of annoyance.
âtake your shorts off.â he purred, and you were quick to get rid of them. you could sense the shift in his demeanor, from needy to hungry.
âwhat?â he smiled, pushing you onto your back, the cold leather beneath you sent shivers down your spine, âhavenât tasted this pussy in so long.â
he was quick to push your legs apart, sprinkling wet kiss along your inner thighs just until he reached your heat. you were genuinely trying not to lose your shit since you havenât gotten ate out in forever.
but when his tongue traced around your clit before sucking it in between his plush lips, you winced and your body tensed, hand reaching to massage your own breasts. then he lapped at your dripping hole, taking in the familiar taste and scent.
âhnngh, h-hyuck..â you cried out. he hummed at your whines, tongue gliding from your clit to your hole in fat stripes. he squeezed your soft thighs, slurping at your juices. your face burned in embarrassment at how wet you were. but you couldnât help it, you missed your man.
he pulled away, just for a minute, kissing and licking your thighs again. âi hear you, pretty.â he mumbled against your thighs, all the way to your stomach and when he reached your clothed breasts, he was quick to tear the fabric away, latching his lips onto your hardened nipples.
as he sucked in them, he rubbed your clit in figure eights, occasionally running them over your hole and fuck.
ât..think mâ gonna cum.â you mewled, surprised at your own words. in your defense, you were technically edged for months. and little friction had your hips jerking for more.
âalready?â hyuck teased, as if he wasnât near his release from how pretty and desperate you looked, âopen your mouth.â
you did, and he was quick to catch your lips into his. while he kissed you, his fingers slid into you, curling and hitting that spot almost immediately. it was sadistic how fast he started fingering you, squelching noises echoing in the living room as youâre silence by his lips.
you couldnât even tell him that you were cumming but he knew from how you tighten around his fingers, clear liquid spilling out of you with each thrust.
he pulled away from your lips with a smile, your moans instantly spilling from your mouth.
âh..hyuck- ah, i..cant, fuuuuckââ you pushed at his wrists, and he stopped, pulling his fingers out of you and you watched your juice drip from his hand.
âlook how wet you got my fingers.â he held them up and your face twisted and went hot in embarrassment. hyuck grabbed your arm and turned you around, bending you over. when he lined his tip with your entrance, you wanted to get one last jab at him.
âwait. get a condom.â you huffed. hyuck sighed and reached for his discarded pants, pulling a condom from his pocket and ripping it open with his teeth, âyou trying to be funny?â he questioned.
with a shrug, âdonât want whatever she probably gave you.â you stated, and you could tell that he was getting annoyed as he rolled the rubber onto his tip, rolling it onto him completely. âyou got an attitude on you tonight, huh?â
sitting up, he manhandled you onto your hands and knees, lining his tip with your hole and without any warning, he slid in. the burning sensation of being stretched after weeks of no dick had you biting back a moan.
hyuck moved his hips, pushing the center of your back. your mouth opened to say something, anything. but it ended up staying hung open as moans were pounded out of you. hyuck grunted above you, âkeep your back arched, girl.â he husked out, stilling his movements to grip your waist. the minute he stopped moving felt like torture and you were getting frustrated.
âi-i am, fuck!â you argued, and your body jolted when his hand came down onto your ass, stinging the flesh. âloose the attitude.â he threatened.
you winced when he continued to abuse your pussy, his skin slapping against yours and creating a never-ending cycle of skin slapping that filled your tiny apartment. he licked his lips, spreading your cheeks apart to watch himself disappear in you.
âso fucking tight. havenât been fucking anyone else, hm?â hyuck interrogated, voice trembling as he picked up the pace. in all honesty, he hated when you fucked with other dudes that werenât him. it had always irked him.
âo-only you, h..hyuck.â you whimpered. you couldnât work up the courage to fuck anyone else. you wanted him and him only. âfuck me harder..â
he hummed at your words. it was so messy. so wet and sloppy. he wrapped his slender fingers around your neck, pulling you against his chest, strokes long and slow.
you couldnât tell if your vision was turning black from how tight his hand was around your throat or from the intense pleasure. you couldnât think anymore, mind fuzzy and blank, only thinking about him, him, and him.
âsooo good.. so good, donât stop.â you choked out, and he shuttered inside of you, pushing you face-first into the cushions and delivering another hard slap onto your ass.
âyeah?â he moaned as he rutted into you, desperately chasing his own release. his tip pounded your cervix with each thrust and tears began to roll down your face.
âthis is what you wanted right?â he rasped, stilling his hips again and pushing his cock in as far as it can go, âsâ all yours, pretty. this dick is all yours, fuck..â
the position is pushing you further and further to your orgasm, his hand pushing your head down as he slowly fucked your poor cunt. you were seeing fucking stars, something you only seen when he fucked you like this.
âs-so big.â you sobbed, reaching behind yourself to hold onto his wrist. you couldnât stop the tears from spilling down your face. your brain stopped functioning and you were certain that he was, in fact, fucking you dumb.
âyou wanna cum?â hyuck questioned, he moved his hands off of you, leaning back slightly, âthen bounce that shit on me.â
and you complied, fucking yourself on his big cock, pushing your body back and forth onto him while he watched, loving how you desperately tried to get yourself off. he was all the way in your stomach, abusing that spot deep inside of you.
âfuckfuckfuck, mâ close..â you moaned. and without a word, hyuck tightened his hands around your waist, fucking into you as you came hard around him, squeezing him so fucking tight. your body tensed the convulsed, a thick white ring forming at the base of his cock.
âs-shit.â he stuttered, quickly pulling out of you and pulling the rubber off, pumping his cock until his cum spurted all over your ass and back.
he left and you felt the weight of the couch dip when he came back with paper towels, and he wiped the mess off of your back, and then helped you sit up. you hated this part. you were sore, felt nasty, and awkward.
âsâ nothing to be embarrassed about. weâve been doing this for a while now..â hyuck chuckled, slipping his boxers back on.
âiâm not embarrassed itâs.. iâm still mad at you.â hyuck gave you a look and tsked at your words, âi give you what you wanted and youâre still whining?â
well.. he was right. but you had the right to be mad at him. ignoring you for weeks? really? âi meant it when i said that i donât want you fucking her anymore.â
he pursed his lips, and sighed. âfine. then donât be seeing other dudes.â
âfine.â
âfine.â he repeated.
now, you were kinda glad that you ignored his initial call.
this is horrible but irdc
#hottestvirginwrites#smut#kpop smut#nct dream hard thoughts#nct dream hard hours#haechan smut#haechan x reader#haechan hard hours#haechan hard thoughts#donghyuck smut#donghyuck x reader#donghyuck hard hours#donghyuck hard thoughts#nct hard thoughts#nct hard hours#nct smut#nct x reader
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hhiii!! im thinking a lot about a jungkook ex & loml he would be so cute arrrghl
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(idolverse+fluff+smut) part of the prompt game pairing: idol!Jungkook x ex-gf! female reader genre: idolverse, Exes2L, fluff, smut warnings: references to a few good and bad milestones of BTS, allusion to oral (m. receiving), breakup, mentions of one (1) dating attempt of OC, mentions of 190811 JK because duh, Jungkook is a petty ex, various hair colours, Times Square JK, fluff, smut, theyâre both needy and desperate, big dick JK, possessiveness, dirty talk, bad language, face grabbing, mouth spitting, kind of dry humping but without clothes (?), slight dom!JK, babygirl, unprotected sex (you should all be old enough to know the consequences), slight breeding kink, hair pulling, love confessions, rough and desperate sex, a little bit of angst, Jungkook is a romantic, naked proposal, lmk if I forgot smth word count: 2.512
a/n: guess who got a bit carried away with this ask? THAT'D BE ME! đ„ž
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You lived through it all. Through every storm and golden dawn alike, youâve walked beside himâJungkook, through the raw and uncertain trainee years, standing shoulder to shoulder when he made that long-awaited debut with your other friends, with the cheers of a scattered handful of ARMYs filling the gaps of an empty room. And youâalways there, even when unjustified criticism hit them like fists in the dark, when the suffocating shadows of hate and pushbacks tried to choke out their light. You were there when sleepless nights were a currency, and saesangs turned life into a nightmare not fit for the faint-hearted. You were there during all those late-night talks, when exhaustion and doubt dragged them to the brink of disbandment, and youâyou, held onto them with all the strength you had left.
You lived through it all. You walked this path with him, through the milestones of gloryâtheir first triumphant entrance on the Billboard 200, the moment they lent their voices to a UNICEF campaign, the awe that filled you as you stood in the last rows of that historic U.N. speech, watching them rise and rise as if they could never stop. You were there when the sold-out stadiums roared, when Jungkookâs nerves shook just before he walked onto that colossal stages, and in the quiet moments behind the curtains, you became his grounding, his releaseâyour lips open, throat pulsing around his dick as the world waited for him to sing.
Once, you believed, truly, that what you had was unbreakable, a love of once-in-a-lifetime, and you knewâ*knew*âthat Jungkook felt it too. It was there, lingering in every glance, every touch, every whispered word. And because, when the breaking point finally came, when one triumph followed another, when at long last, *finally*, the whole world, not just ARMY, recognised their worth, when the frantic pace of success nearly swallowed them whole, you made your decision. You walked awayânot out of lost love, no, never that. Love was still there, burning too fiercely for words. But you thought you were sparing him, thought you were freeing him from another tether, another weight pulling him down, when his focus should be solely on his dream, his passion. You thought, perhaps, you were doing the right thing, even despite the way his pleas and tears seared themselves into your memory, begged you to stay, haunting you even now, even when your eyes arenât closed.Â
Those days after the breakupâthey were bitter and coldânot easy, not for either of you. You saw him on screen, thriving, yes, but hurting in a way you knew all too well. The incident in November 2019âyour first and only date after the split, after Jungkook, when a stitch couldnât leave his mouth shut, reaching Jungkookâs ears, and suddenly his performance at the Lotte Family Concert became something else altogetherâsavage, fierce, almost a message to you, reverberating through the very core of your being. Something shifted the air back then, in him, in you, in the whole world.
You realised then, that Jungkook wasnât just an ex, but a petty one at that. You should have known better. One offhand comment in passing to his mother about his hairâhow you missed the look of it untouched by dye, lamenting that his soft, natural locks were lost beneath the constant colouringâand suddenly, every week he was colouring it anew, as though each hue was a small act of rebellion against you. The games continuedâthe thirst traps, the little taunts, even in every piece of merch he touched, designs you once dreamt up together in those hazy trainee years. You, lying beside him in the cramped dorm, building fragile sandcastles of what could be, of dreams yet unspoken. And now, those same castles crumbled as he used them to fuel his quiet, calculated rebellion.
And yet, somehow, it was still a surprise when the text arrived. Jungkook himself, inviting you to his surprise gig at Times Square. You hesitated, wrestling with your pride, your pain. But in the end, for old timesâ sake, you relentedâjust one last favour, you told yourself.
And now, here you stand. He had slipped out of the room just after you arrived, and you watch from the window as the world goes wild, Jungkook commanding the stage as effortlessly as he breathes. The ache within you deepens, the love, the longingâthey havenât dimmed in all those years, not even for a moment.
When he finally returns, still glistening with sweat, fresh from the exhilaration of the performance, his presence floods the room, the light he is piercing every fibre of your being.Â
"Hey," he breathes through his panting, that soft voice slipping through the air like a secret only you are meant to hear. He smiles, and the familiarity of it twists your gut in the worst way possible. He grabs and drowns a bottle of water in one go, his Adamâs apple bobbing in a way that sends your heart skipping, unbidden.
And you, standing there, trying to hold your composure as the man who once was yours invades your very senses. Every drop of sweat that trickles down his neck, every movement of his tattooed arms, every unspoken memory lingering in the air. You canât stop the surge of arousal, the way your body betrays you as your thighs press together, seeking some small relief from the tension he brings.
And when Jungkook motions for you to sit beside him on that small loveseat, your legs, weak and trembling, carry you there almost on instinct. His thigh brushes against yours as he sits down, the touch so achingly familiar it almost hurts too much to bear. You feel that old connection, sparking back to life with everything said, with everything kept in silence between you.
âI invited you here for a reason,â he murmurs, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, the sincerity in his gaze captivating your every thought. "I canât keep on going like this," he continues after a short pause, voice weighted with something deeper than exhaustion, something that seems to eat him alive.
You respond with a gentle push, instinctively deflecting, faking an easygoing happiness. "But you're doing so well, Jungkook. Your dreamâs finally yours. You canât walk away now."
âItâs not about that,â he replies, quieter now, as though his resolve softens in the space between your words.
Jungkook straightens, taking your hand, his inked fingers finding yours with that familiar tenderness, like all the lost days between you never happened. He strokes your soft skin, the gesture so achingly reminiscent of the way he used to hold you, back when the world somehow seemed simpler, back when the two of you were all you needed.
His voice deepens, the softness in his tone soothing like your very personal lullaby. "I canât live another day without you by my side."Â
His words shake your heart, each syllable removing the distance that time and hurt had created. Your eyes tremble, silver lining your lash line, as silence is everything that escapes your mouth.Â
Jungkook leans in, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. âI love you,â the confession rolling from his lips like something inevitable, as though it was always meant to be spoken, in the past, in this moment, and in every possible future. âI still love you, with everything I am. And I know you feel it too. Letâs not try againâweâre beyond that. I know weâre meant to be. Letâs just be together.â
Your lips quiver as the dam finally breaks, silent tears slipping down your cheeks. Thereâs no noise, no grand release, just a quiet cascade of everything youâve held in and pushed back for so long. And in that stillness, you finally find your voice, speaking every word out of the depth of your soul. âYes, Kook, please.â
Your lips crash into his with a force that makes your whole body tremble. You push him back with such ferocity that heâs not able to keep sitting upright, and before you know it, youâre climbing on top of him, his hands digging into your sides, pulling you closer, as though he could never have you close enough. His tongue teases along your lips, the cool metal of his lip piercings brushing your skin, sending another wave of hot arousal out of you. You open your mouth, letting him in. His taste is the sameâmint drops, just like all those years agoâand it awakens a hunger in you, a longing that has only grown more ravenous with time.
Your fingers tangle in his soft hair, pulling at it, at the black fabric of his dress shirt, ripping the buttons open as though the world outside doesnât exist. Jungkook is just as frenzied, stripping you of your clothes, his own following without a beat, the desperation between you highlighting, almost painful, as if trying to make up for all the lost time. Youâve seen him on screen, admired the way his body has changed, matured, but nothing could have prepared you for the reality of him. Jungkook looks like a greek god carved from marble, every muscle sculpted to perfection, and his cock stands proud, thick and throbbing like a prize waiting to be claimed.
âIâm never letting you go again,â he rasps, pulling you up with him, your legs wrapping around his tiny waist, your slick cunt brushing against him with each step he takes.
Jungkook carries you to the table nearby, lips never leaving yours, kissing you as though he might devour you, and as his mouth travels down your neck, over your collarbone, and to your breasts, as he sweeps everything off the table with a careless shove, lowering you onto it, you think you found euphoria just then.
âJungkook,â you moan, arching into him as his tongue flicks over your nipple, his hand pinching and twisting your other, his hips grinding against your dripping core with a raw need that nearly sends you spiralling right then and there.
âIâm going to chain you to me,â he growls against your skin. âGoing to fuck you until youâre too dumb to walk away again.â
âYes,â you whimper, as your body clenches and trembles, your release washing over you like a wave, too intense to hold back, the stimulation from his hands, his mouth, his cock rubbing against your slick folds just too overwhelming.
âFucking scream my name,â he demands, grabbing your face roughly, forcing your mouth open with his thumb and forefinger.
âJungkook,â you gasp, his cock sliding through your wetness as you come down from your high. You try to close your mouth, but he spits into it, his eyes dark with lust, watching you swallow with a mix of satisfaction and need.
âThatâs right, babygirl,â he smirks lazily. âIâm going to fuck you stupid now. Youâre still on birth control?â
âYes,â you manage to breathe, trembling as he grabs his cock, pumping it a few times before lining up with your entrance, clenching in anticipation.
âShame,â he growls, his words dripping with dark desire. âWould love to fuck a baby into you, show everyone who you belong to.â
His words make you moan, your body responding to the filthy promise in his voice. âOh, you like that, donât you, baby girl?â he grins.
He grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging your mouth to his as he thrusts into you, his cock filling you completely, stretching you in a way that brings a sharp, sweet pain, the kind of pain youâve been craving for years. You cry his name into his mouth, every inch of you vibrating with the sensation of him.
âFuck, I love you so much,â he groans. âYouâre the fucking love of my life.â His pace picks up, becoming relentless, his hips slamming into you, desperate to make up for all the years you were apart.
You drink him in, the sight of him so raw and beautifulâhis eyebrows drawn together, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back in ecstasy. His hands grip the back of your knees, pulling you towards him, keeping you close as he drives into you over and over, the rough surface of the table scraping your lower back. His balls and thighs slap against your ass with such force that you know youâll be bruised, but you welcome it. You embrace every desperate thrust, every rough touch, pouring all of yourself into this moment.
âFuck, Jungkook, Iâm coming,â you cry out, gripping his arms for support, feeling yourself unravel under the intensity of it all.
âFucking come for me! Cream my cock like youâre made for it.â
His words send you over the edge, your body shattering into a million stars, as brilliant and infinite as the ones that glimmer in Jungkookâs eyes when he looks down at you. And you know, in that moment, that youâre home. Truly home, where everything makes sense.
Your cunt clenches around him, and thatâs all it takes to push him into his own release. He lets out a deep, guttural groan, his body buckling over you as he empties himself inside you, his breath mingling with yours, his heart pounding against your chest, both of you lost in the blissful haze of it all.
You stroke the back of his head tenderly, feeling his racing heartbeat gradually slow, matching the rhythm of your own.
When you both finally come down from the high, you lock eyes. His boyish smile spreads across his face, just like it did all those years ago, and you canât help but mirror it.
âChain me to you, hm?â you tease, your eyes gleaming with playful mischief. âThatâs not the romantic Jungkook I know.â
A blush creeps up his cheeks and ears as he pulls out of you, grabbing the discarded tissue box from the floor to clean you both up without saying a word. But you notice the growing tension in his body, the slight shift in his demeanour, and a flicker of unease stirs in you.
âKook?â you ask carefully, but he only glances at you briefly before turning to his duffel bag in the corner of the room, rummaging through it.
When he turns back around, your heart plummets to the floor. Itâs not fear or worry that seizes you, but the overwhelming brightness of joy, happiness so intense it almost paralyses you.
âIâve carried this with me since our first stadium tour,â he says softly, stepping closer. âBut I was always too scared I wasnât enough.â
He kneels before you, still naked, and you donât allow yourself to breathe, to blink. â___, will you do me the honour of marrying me?â
Tears stream from your eyes once more, and you nod, unable to speak for a moment, your heart bursting like a confetti gun with every emotion under the sun. Finally, you whisper, âYes,â and kiss him, knowing without a doubt that heâs the one. Always was, always will.
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âthereâs so many fishes in the sea but i never learned how to swimâ ; aventurine
summary â a guide to pining presented by yours truly, aventurine.
pairing â aventurine (w/ gender-neutral reader)
tags â fluff, secret pining but like aventurine can be too obvious, not proofread, 0.8k ; headcanons
tagging â @toorurs (sorry boo i forgot to tag đ)
note â i know i could have done better with this one, my brain wasnât just working and im also on a trip. this is day 6 and 7 of writing for him until i get him !!
Aventurine yearns for connection yet he erects tall walls of self-preservation, fearing vulnerability, attachment, and betrayals (the shadow of his fear of losing someone dear to him all over again will haunt and follow his steps). Heâs always distant, seemingly detached to the people around him like a leaf that never touches the ground as the wind carries it away; his only drive for relationships is due to mutual-benefit or a give-and-take situation. So what happens to him when he falls and yearns for someone?
Love is violence, he knows that but his eyes would stumble after your shadow and he wonders what it feels like to live in it. Heâll lie under your gaze and heâll dream what it feels like to be seen, what it feels like to be loved by you. He will seek ways to be close to you but not close enough that youâll know the rhythm of his heart spells out the letters of your name. In each moment of longing, it is all tinged with a taste of bitterness as this yearning, though desired, is a precarious precipiceâeverything will crumble and fall once he speaks about it.
So he settles with stolen looks with wishful thinking that youâll cast a glance at his direction, he settles with the small things at first before he begins to become selfishâheâll make up reasons just to see and talk to you, think of excuses just so he could linger a little longer in your presence. Heâll make up games and initiates bets where he knows heâll always win but would let himself lose anyways; winning or losing didnât matter to him in those moments with you.
âGo ahead, guess.â
You fell into a deep thought, staring at the two hands balled into fist that are in front of you. Your eyebrows were scrunched, trying to listen to the voice of your instinct but everything was silent inside your head.
âTake your time. After all, whoever loses has to follow what the winner wants.â Aventurine spoke and you could discern the hint of amusement in his tone as he watched you fall into some sort of predicamentâall you had to do was to choose which one of his hands was the coin in. It was just one of the simple games youâll play with him every time you see each other. Come to think of it, his visits to your department have been quite frequent despite having no particular business, official or not.
âShh. Iâm thinking.â You answer, lifting your index finger to your mouth in a hush gesture. It took you a few moments of silence and thoughtful humming before you pointed at his left hand, âThat one.â
But he opens his left hand to show nothing on his palm, his right hand revealing the coin at the same time, and you are hit with a wave of disappointment. A chuckle slips past his lips and you just sighedâthere was nothing you could do but to admit defeat. âWell then, what do you want me to do?â
Aventurine, without a single second of hesitation, answered. âLet me take you out to dinner.â
The thing is you could have laid yourself bare to him, you could tell him all of the sins that taint your skin, the words left unspoken in your mouth, the growing mold in your lungs. Heâll see the rot and will choose to stay, heâll see the cobwebs and dusty bookshelves, and heâll love you still, heâll see the torn wallpapers and ruined floors and heâll still adore you (heâll find you where you are most ruined and he will love you there).
(His hand would gently tug and hold at the cuffs of your sleeves, letting the warmth and closeness of his touch linger in hopes that youâll see him in the sun that holds you gently.)
Many people claim that they love you but do they adore you the same way as he does? Would they cross bridges for you when heâll swim oceans just to see the way your eyes catch the light? Would they traverse the stars just to listen to the sound of your laughter?Â
(Heâll see the dirt in your hands and will help you wash it off when others would simply walk away.)
Heâll think of you as he laid in his bed, satin sheets all wrinkled and messy as his pillows scattered around his form, and he wondered how nice it would be to have your things among his. to have the smell of your perfume mixed with his, to have you in his arms before he sleeps (he has dreams of his dreams and youâre always in it).
All this yearning, longing, and adoration will turn into a sword that will make him bleed the more he holds on to it and youâll stay in his thoughts as the blood will run dry on his being. He simply hopes he crosses your mind once in a while so that he wonât feel pathetic for thinking of you all the time.
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i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best | 2
summary ;; Your burning determination to prove your father wrong and Jake's wish to teach you a lesson both end up in a pyrrhic victory. PART 1 | PART 3 pairings ;; dad!jake sully x reader, mom!neytiri x reader, sully family x reader genre ;; pure angst and family feels notes / explanations ;; im speechlessly overwhelmed at the sheer amount of love you guys showed me these past couple of days. like. literally never had something like this happen to me before. i got too excited to finish this chapter to give back to yall, there was an attempt to proofread but... i hope it's not too bad, please enjoy! as always, if you see any mistakes, im sorry!
The path further into the floating mountains was all the worse to navigate thanks to the lack of light, the only useful guides you had were the faintly flickering bioluminescent lights from the forest deep below. The branches twisting around each other to create a naturally built bridge from mountain to mountain benefited from this, contrasting as a clear obscured line to your eyes against the glow underneath.Â
The easiest part of your journey, in hindsight, was just skipping along this line.Â
You werenât exactly happy about this. Â
The more you left behind, the more you were freaked out that Neteyam or anyone else was onto your intentions already and hot on your trail right this moment. Imagining father making a beeline to you in the air with Bob, a cruel, merciless whistling arrow, made you all jittery and almost puking kind of nervous, pulling at the depths of your stomach.Â
Your rationality told you that it was a half an hour walk to your spot from the tent, and Neteyam would be hurrying the more he thought he wasnât able to catch up with you along the way, so you had around twenty minutes until the whole family was panicking and raising the clan to look for you.Â
Tuk had gone missing once thanks to some hide and seek game with Loâak (sheâd hidden so well and was waiting for her siblings to find her already, blindly sticking to the game for an entire day, not out of stubbornness but childish purity), and this was exactly what had gone down â
the resentful part of you questioned if father thinks of you highly enough to resort to that.Â
If something happened to you, he would maybe urge your brothers to search for you for a while, and drop it then â leaving you to your own devices happily.Â
Maybe.Â
Were you even worth it in his eyes for a search party? You wondered if he cared enough that you disappeared.Â
But that was a stupid, childish thought you knew you fantasized about a lot â perhaps this was why heâd called you immature. This was no mindset for a strong, independent, confident hunter. The thought father was right, even a miniscule bit was bitter on your tongue, worse than what he called black coffee.Â
Disappearing so youâd find out just how much he cared was unfair to mom, for one.Â
She had lost so much in such a short amount of time, the stories she sang poignantly about were hard to listen to without tearing up. Her home. The trees of voices, all the lost ancestors. Her father. Uncle Tsuâtey. Her first ikran, Seze. Loss upon loss you think thereâd be nothing left to give anymore, but sky peopleâs fire was always hungry, always willing to waste more to grow bigger.Â
You wouldnât forgive yourself for making her cry in your pursuit to punish father. Never.Â
You werenât a child.
Just wanted to be one, sometimes.
Wanted father to babytalk you, pet your head longer than a passing touch as he walked away hurriedly to attend to other matters, make beads for your braids the way he always did from pretty stones he found on ponds, carve you little trinkets when you graciously had to give up your toys to Loâak and Kiriâs greed.Â
Your neck piece was all them in fact, heâd see it if he ever paid enough attention, or perhaps it was all insignificant to him, five kids meant countless belongings for each individual child had been passed down from his hands, it would be a miracle for father to recognize you still wore his clumsy creations. But again, it had been too long since heâd even looked at you affectionately, he wouldnât See.Â
Heâd transferred those habits entirely to Neteyam at one point in time.Â
Your older brother would always ruffle Loâakâs hair and tease him the way father used to, comfort him in his own playful way, and even though the younger looked discontent at being babied, you knew he was happy Neteyam was quite literally his shadow to look after him through tough times â including shielding from fatherâs line of fire. In return, he was suffering from being a foil to the older son, you understood the struggle because you were going through the same comparison, you just werenât obsessed with catching and living up to father as much as Loâak did.Â
Win some, lose some, I guess.
Plus, Neteyam was trembling under the massive planet-weight pressure, he had to set the standard, he had to live up to the older brother title. He was becoming more of a father figure to Tuk as days passed and the Oloâeyktan became more transparent from his familyâs life as a dad to five.Â
Besides, Loâak made trouble enough for two people to go around that you felt bad for your big brother, Kiri was thankfully more mellow (despite frequently hanging out together with him and Spider) compared to him that Neteyam could breathe, not having to divide his attention.Â
You were in awe of her about how disconnected she was from all the changing dynamics. She had her own problems you could never understand, more spiritual than your grandmother, and ever the ethereal soul who you thought would disappear into Eywa if flesh wasnât holding her down to Eywaâeveng.
You were the teeniest, tiniest bit jealous of her (and Tuk) holding the softer sides of father, the boys thought he was deliberately softer because they were girls â but you were also a girl, so why werenât you allowed in?  Â
Well, thanks to that, youâd gotten closer with Neteyam and known him better after the whole clan had settled on High Camp, so it wasnât all that bad. You could badmouth father all day long sitting on some rock and make him laugh abashedly, guilty that he was smiling along with the trashing of the fatherâs name he respected so much â it was therapy, as Norm had taught humans frequently sought back on earth. It got you trying some things with Neteyam, becoming more of a companion and ranting buddy for him who he could be honest and open with, so that he didnât have to worry about taking up a larger role in your life to fill fatherâs missing presence. You were concerned about him more than he could be concerned about you.Â
That got you contemplating if father had noticed how comfortable his two oldest children were with each other that it was always Neteyam who he sent after you. A girl could dream, no? For one moment, it wasnât because it was Neteyamâs responsibility, but because father was paying attention to how his kids got along.
The image of him pushed you to be frantically fast to reach your destination as the fear returned with might. If he caught you right now when you had no ikran to prove him wrong, the punishment he was sure to give would be way more humiliating, you at least wanted something in your name to taunt him with if you were going down anyways.Â
A smile crept up your face at imagining him discombobulated and speechless, unable to pick out one thing that you did wrong.Â
The carelessness that came with your speed combined with how dark it was to see where to clutch and put your feet on caused you to slip up countless times when climbing, the sharp rocks scraping the insides of your palms and insides of your forearms, lifting your skin up. What you cared about more than the pain was that the blood was now tracking material for your family to sniff you out â you couldnât exactly wipe the rocks clean, so you carried on with a hammering heart, more afraid of father ruining your perfect moment than whatever ikran that would soon be going straight for your throat.Â
At least you were able to wash the blood off your hands in the waterfall.Â
Downside? You couldnât see shit. With your bare back flushed straight to the wall of rock and your feet feeling out the thin edge, the shrill cry of ikrans and the roaring of water was about to overwhelm your senses too much to pay attention âÂ
and you slipped.Â
The shriek that ripped out of you at the sensation of falling and the drop of your stomach alone almost made you pass out, and for a split second it was a good thing that you wouldnât feel the moment you died, but your body, once again, was one step ahead of you, it twisted in the air the last second and your hands gripped the ledge.Â
The wet rock and your blood made all that your life was hanging on slippery as you dangled into the abyss, swaying with the strong winds at this height.Â
You didnât know if it was the adrenaline or the nervousness, but something made you laugh out loud, and the bubbling laughter continued until you were able to pull yourself up safely at the ikran rookery, finally.Â
Looking around like a fish out of water, how you hadnât cracked your skull open shooting down to the forest below was a total miracle.Â
Youâd made it? Â
No one was there to witness what you just pulled off in total darkness. Your whole body was shaking, and you werenât even chosen by an ikran yet. This was happening. Shit. This was totally happening!Â
Your excited and terrified, âHell yeah!â went unheard apart from your aerial crowd.Â
But.Â
One among them answered your holler with its own that cut into the night like a battle horn. It was the closest one to you that was apparently watching you the whole time, starting to roar at you and twitching on its feet, shadow in the night informing you of its movements.
Youâd seen from Neteyam and Loâakâs iknimayas that you only had a few seconds to pull your shit together until it attacked, this was meant to be dangerous, serious, you could end up as a late night snack to them if things went wrong, but you couldnât stop grinning from ear to ear that it had chosen you.
You were chosen.Â
It wanted you as its rider.Â
If only father could see you now. The sensation of being the one â being special was unmatched. Now you could somehow get the fraction of the high he must have felt as Toruk Makto. Â
The, âLetâs fucking go!â that left you kept echoing into the night as you lunged at it, dodging to the left when it snapped at your head, hooking one arm around the ikranâs slender neck and clamping your legs around it the moment it started thrashing around wildly.Â
You didnât know why father had made a big deal out of it. You formed tsaheylu in no time, breaking Neteyamâs record â and you didnât even have the rope to hoop around its neck and jaw.Â
Firstborn daughter excellence.Â
Confidence restored and triumphing wildly to the pulse of your heart, the flickering smile on your face in wonder turned into a full-fledged smirk. At that moment, nothing mattered. It was just you and your victory. Proving father wrong.Â
Feeling the ikranâs lifeforce through the bond, a shiver went down your back as his beady eye looked up at you, pupil shrinking and expanding rapidly while you both took a minute to catch your breaths after the fierce wrestling.Â
âGotcha,â you panted. âYouâre mine now.â
The adrenaline made everything sparkle and shine, your spirits soaring high and unbothered about literally anything else in the world, and for one glorious moment, lost in the memories of your brothersâ iknimayas boasting with cheers from the clan and sometimes encouraging, sometimes fearful screams of your parents, your spirit sought them out to be soaked in the same pride â forgetting that it was night and nobody was there to celebrate you.Â
You were all alone.Â
The smile dropped from your face and crashed down like paper thin porcelain upon the slightest movement.Â
Right.Â
Youâd forgotten you were doing this out of spite. It snuffed every twinkle of magic away from the previously shimmering milestone of your life.Â
Your ikran felt the crushing disappointment through your connection and chirped at you, almost like an excited sibling pulling on your arm to show you something, weirdly comforting. Momâs ikran was a spitfire, but also nurturing â this one felt different somehow, you felt him bouncing from wall to wall in your head, hyperactive and cheerful.
Flying! He wanted to fly!Â
The first flight sealed the bond, after all.Â
You werenât alone even if none of your family members were here to share the joy â you had your new buddy. And the drop of gravity was thrilling this time, not the terrifying chaos that had your asshole shriveling up as it was when youâd missed your step.Â
The flights with mom were something you looked forward to, drying up in frequency as you aged, youâd missed the wind on your body and the greenery dancing below as you maneuvered in the air â but mom reserved nighttime rides for father only, and after the move to High Camp, the skimpering chance you could get your way if you begged cutely enough was gone too. Youâd never flown at night.Â
The sight was out of this world. The stars leaving a glowing trail above you, the forest pulsing with faint purple, green and blue lights underneath, everything was elevated in beauty because darkness let them shine.Â
You made loops in the air with your ikran, got as high in the air as you could before your breath thinned, and scraped at the tips of trees before shooting up again, all the while laughter youâve never screamed before bubbled out of you.Â
And you were all alone. There was no mom to gleefully taunt your ikran with hers to get both of you dancing in the air. There was no father to watch on with a small smile he was fighting. There was no Neteyam to stop you from dipping too close to the ground, and no Loâak to challenge you to get closer to race with him â no Kiri to complain how all of you were being so childish, how stupid this was all the while she was the worst of you all, instigating all the chaos.Â
No Tuk in your momâs lap whining about you guys leaving her off the fun.Â
Instead, there was the scent of a bogey in the air, snapping you out of the haze of sorrow.
When had you ventured out further into unprotected territory?Â
Linked with your thought process, the ikran stopped advancing forward and started beating his wings downward to stay unmoving, you observed the surroundings to get a better feeling of where you were, and noticed this was around the old shack, artificial lights were gliding between the leaves and branches that obscured your view of just who was roaming the grounds at night, definitely not a natural part of the forestâs flora.   Â
Fatherâs voice materialized in your head, drilled into you and your siblingsâ heads over and over again. If you come across any threat at all, do not engage, fall back and inform me. Got it? You call for me first.
And that split second of being afraid was your death sentence â that father would be so angry at you for your ignorance, amateurism, carelessness and idiocy that he could throw you out of the family for almost leading the demons to base simply by being there that they could figure out what direction youâd come from. That moment of weakness was enough for someone to snipe you out, and get you falling down from your ikran straight into the forest below, the cries of your new friend falling silent on your ears as you did your best to hug giant leaves to cushion your fall to the best of your ability. .Â
 Barely any time was left for you to shake the disorienting motion sickness off, you couldnât even attempt to run into the accepting, protective hands of the forest before whoever just shot at you was onto you, harshly gripping your arms and raising you up.Â
Fatherâs gonna be so mad if he finds out. Shit, I gotta get out of this.Â
But⊠Avatars? In full camo, armored, even. You hadnât heard of this from anybody in camp!
âDamn! Didnât actually think youâd be able to land the shot from all of that tree, man! Up-top!â
Two of them high-fived, you were actually going to be sick.Â
Thumb between his belt and stomach, another Avatar strutted towards you. The saunter and confidence meant that he was their leader. âNow, now⊠What do we have here?â
âA native.â You were being pushed down on your knees, one hand being grabbed and shown like a trophy. Just how many were there? You couldn't calm yourself enough to focus! âFour fingers.â
The speaker this time was a woman. âHow unusual. Those monkeys donât leave their coven at night.âÂ
âWhere were you flying, little bird?â The leader, a sleazy smirk on his face, leaned down to take a good look at you. âLeading away from the nest, perhaps?â
âShe donât understand, Colonel, donât bother. Ya think Sully could ever manage teaching one word of English to those?â
âWatch how she learns in three seconds.â He yanked on your queue so hard you saw white light in this hour of darkness â and when your vision came back, a screen with your fatherâs face was being shoved to your face. âJake Sully. Toruc Mactoe. Where is he?â
You screamed when he pulled with increasing strength, keeping up with the act you didnât understand. And the state of pain and terror massively helped, contributing to you looking frantic and lost, only knowing that you were being zapped to your core.Â
âSeems like I donât need to ask you.â His fingers snapped your head back to get a good look at your earpiece, late to notice you had it on at all because of the dark. âCan directly ask the man himself.âÂ
All you could form to think was, âFatherâs gonna kill me for this. Heâs actually gonna kill me this time.â
You weren't terrified of what the Avatars would do to you. You were afraid of him.
One empty shell from the reloaded machine gun flew away, tinkling hollow when it fell down, and rolled until it stopped in a small pool of water that had formed on the jagged ground of the cave systems. In the scarlet and orange glow of the campfire heâd haphazardly put together right outside of their home out of impatience after Neytiri had basically thrown him out, Jake almost mistook the liquid for blood.Â
An ominous cloud of dread settled on his shoulders, a paranoia every father tended to go through.
âBig Brother, this is Devil Dog. State your status, over.â
Neteyam didnât miss a beat to answer, thankfully. âDevil Dog, this is Big Brother. Iâm still en route to Foxcove, over.â
âHow much longer?â
âTen minutes at best, sir. Over.â
What he wanted to say was how come he hadnât met you halfway, but it was empty talk. No need to stress the boy out. âDevil Dog signing out.â
This girl was half the reason for the wrinkles on his forehead, Jesus Christ. He was basically waiting you out like a father sitting in the dark to ambush his daughter who had snuck out at night, for that single glorious moment of yeah thatâs right, you got caught, after the light would come on to ruin that moment of relief of successfully making it back in.Â
His mate had scolded him to be nice and understanding, a Marine was anything but, the closest he could compromise was not being as mean to you than he had to be. Sassing, âSo how was your Iknimaya?â like he planned was out the window â Neytiri was spot-on to say the girl would simply give the same mean energy right back at him, and that could only mean another erupting volcano of a fight and a good nightâs sleep ruined for him, overthinking where he went wrong and how else he could have salvaged the situation.Â
Heâd just make you tend to the ikrans for a week for some patience practice, cleaning shit for hours on a daily basis would certainly throw the temporary whim of the rite of passage hyperfixation out of your system. The possibility of you shouting you hated him was unavoidable, but Jake had to get his point across, no matter how terribly it nauseated him to hear something like that from his child.Â
It was strange to remember he couldnât care less for what people thought of him in the past. Some shithead he wouldnât give a ratâs ass about hated Jakeâs guts? Good. He was living in their head rent free, it was fun even â Neytiri too, Jake absolutely enjoyed her hating game at first.Â
Being legitimately resented by his very own child, though, was a heartbreak he didnât expect to hurt him the way it did, knocking air off his lungs the first time he heard it. A burning stab right in his heart that wouldnât go away until he had to hear it for himself you hadnât meant any of what you said.
Because that said hate actually stemmed from hurt Jake must have inflicted. Because you could actually despise him, and never allow him to reconnect with you again if he could ever manage to garner the courage to reach out to you â a mightier challenge than hunting Toruk in the sense it actually scared him.  Â
His teenage daughter. Scared him.Â
Jake didnât know what to do about it, he couldnât even show what exactly this made him feel, too ashamed and proud for it in the first place.Â
The growing distance between you and him was an uneasy, frightened bird he tried to shush and calm in his heart in favor of other pressing matters that drilled small holes in the depths of his stomach, and over time, those little holes had fused together to create one big pit with greater gravitational pull than the sun â until Jake didnât know how to stitch them back together anymore.Â
He told himself he would talk to you later, for sure. The morning after every argument, every fight, every jab from you he snapped at he would try to make amends for, definitely.Â
And then he didnât.Â
âWhat is this, are you palulukan ambushing prey? I told you to make up with her, not prepare for hunting.â
Jake shook his head, dropping the machine gun back inside the crate. The warmed metal was some sort of consolation to his nerves. Marine habit. Always felt safer with a gun near. (Or was it the American in him?) âNeytiri,â he acknowledged, bobbing his head. âIâm just passing time.â
âWhat do you think will happen when she comes back and sees you waiting for her like this?â
Ah, like the old times when Jake couldnât do one thing right in her eyes. âYes, maâam,â he said playfully, but with no mirth behind it, closing the crate with a muffled thunk. With nothing to do with them, one elbow went to his knee and the other handâs fingers started a rhythm on the lid heâd just shut.Â
His mateâs hand gingerly came down on his shoulder, kneading the nerves. âJust talk to her, MaâJake.â
âI donât know how to,â he admitted, he covered her fingers on her shoulder with his, and she immediately held his hand back. âDonât know what to even tell her.â He gave an exhale from the deeper, tired parts of his soul, gazing at the path leading away from their tent. âWith Neteyam and Loâak, itâs easy. I tell âem what to do and theyââ
Neytiri took a seat next to him, gathering their hands together. âSuffer just the same.â Jake was about to brush her off, but she didnât relent. âWhat youâre doing is hurting them.â
This now was about all of their children rather than you, specifically. Neytiri was trying to get him to see the bigger picture first before moving to cover what he did wrong with each child of his, they had had this conversation countless times before.Â
Here we go again, Jake thought.
âDoesnât matter if thatâs what it takes to keep them safe.â
âDoes it?â Neytiri leaned in, and calmness washed over him despite the disturbing nature of what she was saying. âDoes it keep them safe? Or push them to act out more, get in worse situations?â
He grimaced. âI have toââ
âYou feel like you have to.â His mate shook their clasped hands, rattling his bones. âI keep my children safe with trust and honesty. Transparence, MaâJake. So that they listen to me when I mean it because they See me. You shut them out.â Her lips bared to show her pearly teeth as she was practically beseeching him. âYou donât get your childrenâs trust by treating them like a squad.â
âThey trust me plenty.â
âThey trust Oloâeyktan. Toruk Makto. What about their father?â
âI make sure theyâre safe.â Neytiri dropped his hands with an agitated snarl, she thought they were back at the beginning again, he couldnât make her truly understand no matter what he did. He poured his heart out through their tsaheylu everytime, but her values and beliefs were wired so differently from his at the end of the day. âI make sure they stay where I want them to stay for their own good.â Jake shook his head, his voice soft, hushed. No force behind it when Neytiri was heated in return. âOne day theyâll understand.â
âThey wonât if you never tell them.â
âTell them what?â Jake asked. âThat Iâm being harsh on them to prepare them for war? You think theyâll take it seriously after this?â
âNaâvi were in war long before you. There will be wars after you. No parent sullied his childâs happiness for the price of becoming a warrior. You still donât get our ways even after all these years.âÂ
âThe sky peopleâs way,â Jake emphasized with his arms. âI have to teach them how they think, what they go through, so they know what theyâll be facing, okay? I canât simply teach them by telling them.â
âYouâre deluding yourself, Jake. Contradicting.â Neytiri was gentle in her cruelty, the flickering flames burned less than her amber eyes. âTuk and Kiri are getting none of this. I know your heart isnât allowing you. Why canât you do the same for your other children?â
Because he had gone too far already with the older three.Â
Trial and error.Â
He couldnât take back the things he did and say back â and quite honestly? Jake was being pulled from all sides to sit down and rethink his parenting. All he thought anymore was how to protect his family, frequent nightmares of losing his children in gruesome ways were haunting his every step.Â
A father protects his children, thatâs what gives him meaning.Â
Jake had his own desperate ways to do so. Â
He opened his mouth to say something back, anything, but was interrupted by the communication line coming on. âDad.âÂ
Jake immediately knew something was wrong, body sitting ramrod straight. If the frantic breathing and barely controlled voice wasnât any indication of it, his eldestâs behavior was. Neteyam didnât slip up in the codenames like Loâak did, dropped all formalities only when he was borderline panicking. Â
âDad. Iâm sorry, dad, sir, I canât find her, dad, Iâve looked everywhere around here, I thought maybe she was hiding underwater, behind rocksâbut I canât, I canâtâ.â
âSlow down.â Jake could barely contain his own panic rising from the state his son was in. The boy wasnât able to see it, but he couldnât stop himself from leaning in as if Neteyam was right in front of him, and started gesturing with his hand. âSlow down, son.â
âDadââ
Jake tsk-ed. âNeteyam, slow. Slow.â
Neytiri took his elbow. âWhat is it?â
He told her to wait with his gaze, and turned his attention back to Neteyam. This could only mean one thing, he was praying to be wrong â needed clarification. âNow tell me calmer. Whatâs going on?â
âSheâs never been here. She never came here in the first place. Thereâs no sign of her. No trace. Iâve tracked.â
Jakeâs instant response was fear. Domineering, ice-cold, cutting fear. Bodily and emotionally both. You were clockwork, similar to him in having unchanging routines and patterns. Angry? Went for a walk. Depressed? No talking to anyone until it passed. Happy? Wanted to go to the forest to spend time with your siblings and always craved sweet fruit. Didnât want to be around anyone? Hid in the little bioluminescent cove with a pond two little mountains away, always. Always. Â
Neytiri sensed this, observing the change of demeanor in him.âMaâJake?â
âOkay, son.â He seized back control. One missing child was enough. âStay right there and donât move. Iâll contact you.â
âYes, sir.â
âJake,â Neytiri hissed finally, at the end of her ropes.
âShe didnât go to the cove,â he said, face icy neutral as always, but his eyes showed dizzying concern. Neytiri put a hand on her mouth as Jake wasted no time in changing channels. âNight Owl, this is Devil Dog. Come in.â He couldnât even wait two seconds before trying again. âNight Owl, what is your status? Where are you?âÂ
Silence.
The more fear dug deeper into his skin, the more his anger and annoyance soared up, his tail was whipping the air erratically, the finger on the earpiece could send the metal right into his brain with how hard he was pressing on it. âI know you can hear me. This is no time for playing games. You know what you did to your brother? Do you know how panicked he was, not being able to find youââÂ
Then Jake remembered what Neytiri advised, he didnât change strategies because she was right next to him to dig his eyes out, but because his heart was picking up its pace by the second. âTell me where you are, Iâll leave you alone, I promise, alright? If youâre somewhere open, get to safety, Iâm only asking this from you. Or elseââ
âDonât.â Neytiri raised a warning finger at him, voice just above a whisper so they could hear their daughter if she decided to cut in. âThreaten her.â
He couldnât stop her from snatching the communication device off of him. âMaâite, itâs mom. Can you talk to me at least?â
His ears twitched at picking up on you responding, not quite making out the words. Â
Jakeâs eyes shut close for a long time as his whole eyebrow line migrated upwards, he physically had to get a few steps between him and the earpiece so the obliviating worry thatâd almost blinded him wouldnât cause him to say something heâd greatly regret later. He could feel himself deflating. A migraine could be coming anytime soon.
You wouldnât even acknowledge his existence but the moment your mother interrupted, you did? Fine. Fine. He didnât care. Jake could live with it. At least you were alive.
A rippling shudder shook him the moment that thought hit him, an image of you lying dead in a ditch, pale blue, flashing in his mind, he had to run a hand down his face.Â
When Jake looked back, irked by the silence, he found Neytiri standing completely stock-still. And all of a sudden, her petrifying glare was on him, ears pinned all the way back, hands gradually starting to tremble.Â
âNeytiri?âÂ
She wordlessly handed him the device, and with a deep frown, Jake put it back in his ear.Â
âHi there Corporal, you hear me? Yeah, I know you do. As much as Iâm charmed by the fatherly love I could give you a big old sloppy wet kiss, we have unfinished business.â
And the ground disappeared right under Jakeâs feet, plunging him into hell itself.
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syl im begging on my hands and knees pls pls pls expand on that idea of könig being a warrior rumored to eat womens hearts its like giving scheherazade and i NEED IT
content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. vague time period/setting. fem(afab) reader. light descriptions of violence and gore, talk of cannibalism, non-con groping & cuddling, forced marriage.
There are endless tasks to be done and everything beneath a vast blue sky to explore, forgoing those things, the men about your village often prefer to gather for a duel. There are no rules for their game, only that you bring a weapon and thrust it toward the opponent in such a way that it brings you glory, pride, some scabbing mend to a crooked scar.
Except not you, never you. They wouldnât so much as allow for the women to watch unless sparring for the hand of a weeping bride happened to be the gleaming prize waiting at the end of the night.
Your eyes had witnessed such before, a girl with hair the color of autumn straw that rolled down to the end of her back, whisked away by some man from the sea after he dug his blade into an old farmerâs belly. Her father. A sad thing, but you imagined her life must be much better now. Instead of tending to a mule or pricking her fingers on needles for sewing, sheâs off collecting sea shells and has the oceanâs breeze eternally perfumed in her hair. Maybe she cradles a baby on her hip now, plump and cooing happily whilst they watch the waves roll and glitter beneath the sun.
A better life for only the cost of a swift death. It was something that you had always envisioned wanting for yourself, away from this village that reeks of blood, the very place where your options were limited to shoveling after the horses or to die a lonely hag.
That was until the behemoth began to show his face. Not quite his face at all, actually. It changed things for you. Instead of a longing for one of these strong men to carry you off into the night, there sat a creeping terror each and every time he crossed the threshold into the village.
He was rumored to be many things: an executioner from a foreign land, either a lost and wicked saint or a demon made flesh, and worst of them all⊠a cannibal from out in the untamed downs that crest the mountainside.
The women of the village were frightened by him, by the bulk and height that suggested he was not a man at all, but something far more terrifying beneath that black veil. They hid away when he first arrived, claiming he carried an organ in his hands, chewing away at a still-beating heart with blood running down his fingers. The men remained rigid, but their hands shook when they took up their weapons against him.
And there was no way of knowing then that this man was to be yours.
Time and time again, the giant would win, request a warm meal and a bed for the evening, and would be gone away come morning. He wouldnât return for months, and the gossip would continue to fester until his return. Then, only then, would lips be pursed in silence and another fool would rush to death in an attempt to win some measure of pride. His opponent would be buried in the very field they would fight in, his bones serving for another layer upon the earthen stage once the worms and rats had picked him clean, and the giant would be back. He was always back.
The town is hushed to silence when his horse is led through the well-worn street. There are lingering observers: the broad stable hand that would not even dare to raise a whip or a dagger to this behemoth, the women of the brothel even shy away from him, and the children who whisper their rumors behind open palms.
He does not stop for any of them, only carries forward with that dark cloth concealing his head.
You peek out from your window, nursing tea with honey to calm the chill drifting through the air, feathering over your skin. Itâs bitter on your tongue, even with the sweet coursing through it. Bitter, when his blue eyes flick in your direction and you feel every inch of your skin begin to prickle and tense.
Heâs worse up close like this. The man doesnât conceal his torso, never seemed to find a need toâ no one ever gets close enough to wound him. Not any more, at least, judging by the pasty scars that mar his chest with the biggest being a healed, pinkish blemish that stretches from below his ribs down to a narrow hip. You find the most unsettling part about him is not those marks of violence, but the fact that you can not read his face.
Time slows to a halt as he just stares, takes you in with your cup of tea and the old dress stolen away from your motherâs own wardrobe. And you return it, warily looking him over from his veiled head down to the toes of his boots. After regarding you in the very same way a bored cat would observe an unaware, little bird, he moves along his path with a quiet huff of breath as his face is turned away from you.
Thereâs a heavy axe strapped to his back that you only notice then. Something new and shiny, glistening in the rays of golden sunlight above. Sharp and wicked, too cruel a weapon to be used in a bout for dinner and a lumpy mattress stuffed with decaying straw.
You could only hope he brought a cloth to clean it once this ordeal was over. Perhaps he truly does use his veil to do so, gets drunk on the scent of blood and gore clinging to it and pleasures himself to the violence as they claim. The macabre tales of this giant only go darker than that. But the tales he lives up to most of all are the ones about his skill in killing.
When night begins to scrape across the sky in dark, drab purple, fate comes crawling throughout the town as though it is nothing more than a famished ghoul.
Your mother storms toward you where youâre sat, preparing for bed. Her face is a mask of pure anguish when she pulls you into a tight embrace. She bawls into your hair, digs her nails into your back as though she would sooner die than let you go.
The men of the town follow behind her, wrenching her arms away from you and pulling you up by the front of your gown. The thin linen tears with the force of rough hands, rips a thick line down your chest that almost leaves you bared to them. Though the hands are eager, the eyes of these men do not shine with hunger, only with fear.
The shouts and cries from your lips are lost to them, to even your mother who wails in defeat someplace behind you.
âYouâre plenty old enough to be a bride,â says one of the men, voice like a coiled snake spitting venom. It doesnât take one of the well-educated people of the capital here to explain just what is to happen to you now.
The giant, the cannibal, saw something that he liked, and decided that you would be his prize. When youâre led to the field, kicking and flailing against the strong arms that hold you tightly in their grip, the sight is enough to tell you just how much that he enjoyed your silent, curious staring only hours before.
He stands upright, silent and daunting above a body thatâs been split by the axe still held in one strong hand. The color of crimson cakes his knuckles, crests over his arm and the expanse of his chest, all from the headless corpse lying disposed at his feet.
The scene is what you expected, youâve heard the words of your people about this beast of a manâs propensity for violence, but no amount of mental preparation could have truly readied you for seeing so much blood. The blood of a man you knew to be good and true, a hard-working blacksmith from the foothills. What a tragic way to go out: fighting for a pouch of coin when this horrible giant must have clearly lost his mind to rut and rage.
No hand comes to cover your mouth when you shriek, and the tight grips guiding you forward only loosen when your man or murderer stalks forward to take his prize. Through your tears, you still manage to make out the lines beneath his eyes, how they fold upward, and thereâs no doubt that heâs smiling beneath that mask. A big, ugly grin at the thought of prying open your ribs and helping himself to a maidenâs heart.
He lifts it over his head in a swift motion, and drops it over your own instead, opposite to the hastily cut eye holes to block out all of the hazy, pale light of the moon and flickering yellow-red torches surrounding. Amidst the panic threatening to send your heart fleeing from your chest, the cold trickle of dread that finds itself curling in your belly, you feel two arms hoist you up and settle you over the back of his wretched steed.
âGehen wir.â
Then, the darkness turns abyssal.
You only pray your body has truly died of fright when you first wake. Thereâs no darkness, no scent of blood when your eyelids pry apart to flutter. Water laps over your bare thighs, cold enough to force a shiver up from your feet to the blades of your shoulders. But behind you sits fire, a warmth so comforting you would think youâre rested against a stone bathed in summer sun, if not for the softness.
You take a moment to gather your thoughts, rationalize just whatâs happening, until a hand clutching a scrap of cloth maneuvers up from your thigh to your tummy, lathers you in a soap that smells only of pine. It halts, cinches around your waist when you begin to tense, when he knows youâre truly awake. A pond to your front and a man of horror at your back.
Thereâs sunlight streaming down from above, painting the clouds in gold. There are birds happily singing from the surrounding trees, and other, unseen animals scurrying through fallen leaves. Serene, pretty, and almost comforting when the wind turns course and brings with it the scent of late-ripening fruit. If the reality of your situation were not so dire, perhaps you would have enjoyed it, being here with a man who killed instead of presented your family with a dowry or offered you some pleasant wedding to dine and drink your fill of berry wine at.
âLet me go.â Your voice is a feigned warning, the mocking growl of a mere pup. You imagine he must keep his weapons close, only offering himself the courtesy of cleaning you so your meat doesnât taste of dirt or lavender oil when he sinks his teeth into it.
âSĂŒss frau,â he mumbles behind you, presses his head into your hair and inhales deeply as your body only grows further rigid. Thereâs a pause, before he corrects himself. âMeine sĂŒss frau.â
It would help if you knew what he was saying, calm your nerves some, maybe, but each word spoken only sounds guttural and instills further fear. You twist in his grip, hissing small curses that would have left your mother in a rage, but he only laughs at your squirming. Then, he tightens his grip as the cloth is dropped into the pondâs glassy water.
âTake me back home,â you continue to urge, placing a trembling hand over the limb pressing your body further back against him. âPlease.â
Your small attempt at pleading is met only with his head dropping to the nape of your neck, a kiss pressed against the flesh there. It warms for him, sends a heat spiking up to your cheeks in spite of the way you still suspect he wishes only to rip your throat open with teeth more akin to a devilâs fangs.
You turn your head, intent on spitting right in this monsterâs face, but find only a man looking back at you.
Thereâs a shimmer in his eyes that almost seems playful, a grin so prevalent there it must cause the corners of his mouth to ache. No blood in his teeth, and though the silvery-blue of his eyes seems distant, they are not cold. The goliath who stole you away stinking of blood and innards isnât present now, and that seems even less of a comfort. Heâs even handsome in the strangest way, certainly not the look of nobility, but none of his features are cruel. Thereâs a boyish charm to him, perhaps he would have the look of a charismatic farmhand or an apprentice of sorts if not for the scarring.
âWonât hurt you⊠too pretty,â he assures, burying his face against the side of your neck. But the bastard does, digs his teeth right in and suckles at your skin when you claw at his arm in surprise. Itâs not enough to draw drops of blood, but it accentuates the point that he seems to see you as something of his, a possession of sorts.
Thereâs a messy patch of drool over bruising skin when he pulls away to laugh at the wounded expression upon your face. He apologizes in a huff of breath as he guides you up to stand at his side. His hands linger too long for comfort when they rest along your waist. Your sullen glare only seems to further endear him. Too much, judging by the way the pillar between his legs bounces thick and hard and proud, throbs when you tilt your chin up to meet his gaze and angrily hiss to him about how a man should treat his wife. Cannibal or not, the beast needed to learn some manners.
Fear still edges its way up your spine, but it diminishes more and more as the seconds pass.
Heâs no gentleman when he splashes away the remnants of soap from your body, hands grazing over every inch of your bare skin he sees available to touch. Your breast first, weighed up in his palm with the nipple pinched between his index and middle. Emboldened by your hushed protests, he dares to slip his other between your legs, and only then do you force his hands away.
He certainly bears no resemblance to a proper husband when he hoists you over one shoulder to carry you further into the woods and into his shack, either.
Itâs barren and ugly, an unsightly wooden structure decorated only with a thin mattress, a table too small, and blades of many forms. The axe sits proudly below the window, astonishingly cleaned of the gore from the night prior. The veil rests above it on the sill, damp from a cleaning that never should have been. You stare at his belongings for a time when youâre placed on your feet, silently judging the array in search of anything to justify the gossip, only to come up short of anything.
He doesnât even touch you past the bathing in the pond. Youâre dressed in a tunic that fits like a dress upon your form: far too big, long and dull to be anything you would normally be seen in. But there are no tailors this far out in the wilderness, though thereâs an apologetic promise whispered to you once he sees you in his clothes. Heâll buy you a new dress upon your first visit to town as his wife, several if it pleases you.
The man leaves for a spell, brings you rabbit to clean and prepare, then busies himself stoking up a fire for cooking. His speech is a little broken when he tells you of how long heâs waited to have someone like you here with him, how he never suspected a woman so pretty would be his wife. And you donât eat when the meat is fully cooked and placed in front of you both. You insist that you only wish to return back home, to hug your mother and tell her that youâre still alive.
That, he takes insult to.
His brow is pinched when he forces you to sit in his lap. He brings the meat to your lips and presses into your cheeks with his free hand to force your mouth open. Thereâs nothing romantic or cute about it, about him, but you do glumly settle in his hold when the realization does dawn on you that, though his strength is extraordinary, he is only a man and the only harm coming to you would be between your legs.
Youâre drug over to the mattress after dinner by a tight hold over your wrist. The fight hasnât left you, not by a smidge, even when the loose tunic is lifted over your head with shouts of your displeasure and youâre pressed onto your back with the giant watching you curiously from above.
He pins you there, but doesnât force his hands down to your sex again. He only sighs when he rests his weight next to you and curls in to lie his head over your breasts.
Youâre body remains stiff and rigid as a bowstring. His nearness only sends that same swell of heat back from the pond, brings with it the scent of fire smoke and sweat emanating from him. His hair is long and soft, soft as the kisses he places on the plushness of your tit, long as the drag of a callused palm from your hip up to cup the other.
He offers you no warning when his teeth circle over your nipple, holds fast to you when your back arches and your fingers weave into his hair to jerk him away. The worst part about him seemed to be having a penchant for leaving a mark, and the smug grin that crosses his face when he meets the fury in your eyes with the lust-drunk look in his own.
âWas? You donât like?,â he grumbles, tracing over the marks of his teeth with his thumb, pressing against and smearing his saliva until you feel your back begin to arch and your breathing grow heavy.
âIt hurts.â
He stares at you in amazement for a moment, whether surprised you havenât made an attempt to flee or startled by the lack of a strike to his jaw after such a thing, it mattered not. Your terrible, ignorant âhusbandâ only seems satisfied with your response. He draws back to sit on his knees before you, sliding his hands along each curve and dip of your body until they rest at your ankles.
âJa⊠hurts. I will make it better, meine sĂŒĂe.â
Heâs no less brazen when he makes a dive toward your womanhood, lips parted in preparation to breathe you in. Or⊠taste you in full, whichever option was suited for men who were more beasts than men at all. Maybe that was his only feat of cannibalism: licking at women until they were wet and pliant for him to take entirely. You pry him away with a gasp and a quick shift onto your side, demanding that he not touch you any further.
Again, he laughs, curls behind you and shifts his hips to slot the girth of his cock between your thighs, buries his face into your neck once again. You can feel the grin that stretches over his lips against your skin. When the dark envelopes you both, the quiet crackle of the fire in its pit still showing signs of life, he seems content to just cuddle you close.
Exhaustion creeps its way through your limbs, steals the fight from your voice and leaves your eyelids heavy. You consider waiting it out, listening to his breathing deepen and slow to creep away, but his grip is firm around your middle, so strangely comforting that you do allow yourself to relax. Running could wait until the morning sun rose.
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love affair. [tsukishima kei x f!reader] chapter one.
>>The unsavory reputation that Tsukishima Kei has built for himself as the Sendai Frogs' rudest rookie puts his upcoming contract renewal at risk
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Tsukki really needs a girlfriend, and you really need everyone to stop calling you his pathetic, pining best friend<<
series status: [complete]
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a/n: i have a lot of feelings about these two. welcome to those feelings.
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Sendai Frogs Middle Blocker Tsukishima Kei Caught in Heated Argument with Fan
Sendaiâs Tsukishima Kei Breaks Paparazzi Camera
Sendai Frogs Player Threatens Reporter Outside Home
You sigh, scrolling down the list of news articles that had populated when youâd entered his name into the search bar.Â
âThis fucking guy.â
The top links are all reports of his most recent altercation, his newest scandal, the next thing heâs done wrong. Only a few talk about his performance during a game â luckily, heâs beyond talented and had drawn in a substantial amount of the Frogsâ fanbase, so his⊠poorer points have been overlooked by their management.
Until now.
You sigh again, remembering the text youâd woken up to this morning.
[5:07 AM]
Tsukki:Â im fucked
Tsukki:Â management called me in for a morning meeting
Tsukki:Â come over tn?
Youâd groaned, instantly exasperated. You texted back that you would expect him to have dinner ordered by the time you arrived and left it at that, going about your day with a feeling that this had been the last straw for him.
Because Tsukishima Kei had always been trouble.
The boy youâd known in elementary school had been sweet and playful, but heâd had a mischievous streak. It had paired well with your general tendency toward chaos, and your friendship had been built on shared scoldings from teachers and parents.
The boy from middle school â the one whoâd learned about betrayal â had been snarky and bitter, tongue sharp and words crafted to draw blood. Stones pelted at those whoâd ever spoken ill of you â you, growing into wider-set hips and chubbier thighs than the other girls. You, whoâd always hid your insecurities behind Tsukki, your wild smile and silly demeanor keeping others from seeing how painful stones could truly be.Â
Heâd been almost imperceptibly softer with you â just a bit gentler, lacking the same heat that had scared others off â but heâd still cut you a handful of times. Retorts thrown too quickly in times of high stress, sarcastic comments snapped at your heels a little too thoughtlessly. But youâd always been tough â turned by the cruelty of a few mean boys and girls into something just sharp enough to handle his temper â and heâd learned that he should take care not to cross any real lines with you.
Heâd still managed to cross a few in high school, and youâd taught him that you hadnât been joking. Heâd had to learn that the words â Iâm sorry â were hard to say, but that having you ignore him was harder.Â
And one day, those words had stopped working, too. Because a friend shouldnât lash out enough to need them as often as he always had.
Tsukishima Kei had learned â in the middle of your third year at Karasuno, when a fight had gotten to a point worse than things had ever been between you â what it might mean to lose you. Youâd walked away from him that day, and youâd gone weeks without speaking to him. Heâd finally shown up at your door after a home game, drenched in the torrential downpour that had started so suddenly that youâre still convinced the universe had put you in a dramatic movie moment on purpose.
But heâd stood there anyway, waiting you out until youâd be willing to talk. Because youâd never once missed a game of his, and because â even if heâd been trying everything to get your attention since your fight â it was starting to feel like this was the nail in the coffin of your friendship. And he simply couldnât have that. You could yell at him â bicker and snap and fight â but your silence was unacceptable.
Heâd stood there at your door, blond hair plastered to his forehead and rain-covered glasses hiding his eyes completely, as youâd beaten his walls down to nothing. Screaming, youâd gone on and on about his lack of consideration and care for you â about every moment that had felt like a punch to the gut when nothing of the sort should be allowed in a friendship â until youâd run out of breath. Until all you could do was stand there on your doorstep and sob, the storm drowning you out to everyone but him.
He hadnât said a single word, only stepping up to you once youâd stopped and wiping your snot-covered face with the front of his drenched volleyball shirt.
â Okay, â Heâd finally mumbled, voice thick with regret as youâd cried into his chest. â Iâm sorry. It wonât happen again. â
You two hadnât had a single problem since. Things had gone back to normal, with Tsukki toeing the line but, without fail, never crossing it.
Youâd been secretly glad he hadnât changed all that much. He was still the same. He was still Tsukki.
The rest of high school had passed by in a series of rolled eyes and exasperated comments. College had started just the same, with new friends made and roommates come and gone, but Tsukishima Kei right where heâs always been. People here were less rude, less judgmental of your size and the unapologetic demeanor that had been built because of it. Youâd made friends here, although never ones that could compare to the Karasuno Volleyball boys, who still float in your social orbit even now. Shimizu Kiyoko floats closer still, one of your dearest friends to this day.
And, still , already three years into college, Tsukkiâs what heâs always been.Â
Brutally honest and annoyingly coarse.
Sarcastic at best and a cloud of misery at worst.
Immovably loyal and at your side without question.
Heâs the same as always, if not a bit more mature with age. Your relationshipâs developed into one of constant exasperation, witnessing his every moment of idiocy into adulthood. Heâs a nightmare to have a serious conversation with, but youâve learned that he always listens, even when he wants to do anything but that. Your arguments are frequent, but never serious.
Any hint of a real fight is always squashed promptly under his feet, his hands calming on your shoulders and his tone losing its edge the moment heâd spot the telltale signs of your anger â heâd always give in first, even with a personality as stubborn as his. The balance between his commonplace sarcasm and something more serious is a delicate one, but heâd managed to find it with you.Â
The issue, however, is that you are the exception.
Tsukishima had been recruited by the Sendai Frogs in your third year, playing successfully and renewing the year-long contract for the following school year â the unspoken agreement being a full-time professional contract with them after graduation. Heâd been sheltered, in a way, last year, because it had been a soft launch â a trial run to see how heâd do, how the Frogs fans would take to him.
As it turns out, the road to going pro comes with as many problems as it does benefits.
Upon signing the contract for this year, the Frogs management had officially introduced their It Boy to the world.Â
Tsukishima Kei â 21 years old, Middle Blocker.Â
Heâd been thrown into an unending schedule at the beginning of the year â any time outside of practice and games is taken by interviews, sponsorships, media promotion. His face and name had been plastered over billboards and brand collabs, the Sendai Frogsâ Middle Blocker a player slated to bring the volleyball world to its knees.
But the most important, truly â the thing that had started all his problems â is the invasion of privacy.
Heâd managed to make it to the start of summer vacation while juggling the newfound fame, but â with the halfway point of his temporary contract approaching quickly â the Frogs fans had recently become rabid. People clambering over each other in classes to get a better look at him, baristas writing their number on his coffee cups at cafes (and then posting his coffee order online, of course), and his face posted all over the internet. Every miniscule move he makes is posted to Twitter â his class schedules, his mealtimes, his practice hours. Paparazzi at his apartment, at his car, at his classes.
Heâs everywhere, and thatâs too much, even for him.
He and Yamaguchi had had to move to a gated, private townhouse together, unable to stay in their dingy off-campus apartment anymore â too many people had tried the locks and camped out in front for a single glimpse of the up and coming star athlete.Â
You hadnât escaped the public eye unscathed, either. Youâd seen enough comments about yourself online â what your relationship with Tsukishima Kei might be, and why it always seemed just non-platonic enough to be questionable but completely unable to be pinned down. What you may or may not be gaining from hanging around this rising heartthrob, and â notably â how you could possibly think heâd be interested in you, given your⊠physical attributes.
Youâd learned to be good at ignoring those comments, but it hadnât come without damage. Damage that had taken the form of quiet arguments with Tsukki about not wanting to go out into the world with him, irritated demands that you not let the irrelevant comments of a few internet trolls affect your friendship. More than a few instances of Tadashi and Kiyoko showing up to your door with takeout and some reassurances, Tsukkiâs barrage of whiny texts set aside for a night.
It had gotten easier over the summer, your ability to ignore the publicâs opinion not necessarily stronger, but your ability to hide the effects of it certainly solidified. You manage to shake off the minor stress that comes with leaving your little studio apartment every morning, and youâre happy with the balance of your private and public life by Tsukishima Keiâs side.
What youâre not happy with â very crucially â is his inability to keep his name out of the tabloids for picking fights with paparazzi.
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By the time you make it to his townhouse, itâs well past 5pm and youâre nearly dead on your feet from the full day of work and classes. Schoolâs just picked up again, and your professors seem to not know the meaning of âsyllabus weekâ.Â
Tadashi answers the door, glancing over your shoulder at the poorly hidden paparazzi across the street before gesturing you into the house.
âHeâs not here.â
You blink, taken aback. âWhat?â Where the hell-
âI am now.âÂ
You turn, finding Tsukki just behind you in the doorway, a bag of takeout in hand and his gym bag slung over his shoulder. He shuts the door and kicks off his shoes, eyeing the narrow glare youâre giving him.
âGot something to say?â
Your tone is sharp. âDid you really break a reporterâs camera last night?â
He nods, not even a little bit ashamed. âHe was sitting on my car after practice, waiting for me. And then he wouldnât get off of it.â
You sigh while Yamaguchi nods understandingly.Â
âYeah, alright, thatâs annoyingâŠâ
â Annoying isnât enough to justify my reaction, apparently.â He shakes his head, following the two of you into the kitchen. He leaves the bag on the island for you to unpack and disappears down the hall toward his bedroom to change. You withdraw containers of curry and set about serving three plates of it, navigating their kitchen without issue.
Tadashi mumbles quietly beside you. âHow fucked is he?â
You shake your head, sighing again. âInfinitely fucked, Iâd say.â
âYou saw the look in his eye?â He cuts a questioning glance at you, his concern apparent. You just nod, pouring out drinks for the group.
âHeâs not telling us something.â
â Heâs right here.â
You both look up, finding Tsukki in the doorway with a pinched scowl and high, tensed shoulders. He lifts a brow at you.
âIâm fine. â
You and Tadashi make brief eye contact before snorting in unison and pushing past him to the living room with the food. You take a corner of the couch, and Yamaguchi occupies the armchair beside you.
âSo, whatâd they say?â You ask.Â
âOff the team yet?â He follows up with a joking smile.
No one acknowledges the underlying nerves youâre both displaying when you look Tsukki over. As much as he needs to get his attitude in check, neither of you can fathom a world in which the Frogs had let him go.
Tsukki flops down on the other end of the couch and breathes out a quiet sigh, slumping back into the cushions. âManagement is unhappy with the reputation Iâve created for myself.â
You nod, taking a bite. Youâd expected that.
âOkayâŠ?â You draw your knees up under yourself, watching him stare up at the ceiling.
âThey have asked-â He lifts his brows, considering something. â-well, more like threatened â that I make a major change to my lifestyle in order to fix the growing impression of me before it becomes âsolidifiedâ,â He quotes with his fingers, smiling mirthlessly. âOr my full-time contractâs on the line. They want me to find something to make me seem moreâŠâ He trails off, staring off to the side now, in your general direction.
âPleasant. Approachable. Relatable. Soft.â He shrugs. âThat kind of thing.â
Months of watching Tsukki adjust to the celebrity lifestyle makes translating this a breeze.Â
âThey want you to get a girlfriend,â Yamaguchi concludes, spooning curry into his mouth.
He laughs bitterly. âAnd they want it fast.â
You take another bite, shrugging when he looks over at you. âBetter get to downloading dating apps, then.â
He rolls his eyes. âYouâre enjoying this.â He tugs his phone out of his pocket, anyway, glancing briefly at his roommate. âYouâre both enjoying this.â
âWell, you didnât get kicked off the team, so-â Yamaguchi relaxes, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.
âMm-hm-â You agree. âYou did this to yourself.â And then you scoot in, watching him download a few apps. âCast your phone to the TV so we can watch.â
âYouâre funny- hey- âÂ
You snatch his phone away, connecting his phone to the TV and projecting his open Tinder screen. You slap his hands when he reaches for you, setting his profile up for him in a matter of minutes. He snorts.
âExperienced in online dating?â
âGotta do something to pass the time in between classes.âÂ
You only realize how it sounds when they both eye you in amused surprise. Tsukki sits up to look at you properly, scandalized and face split in a wide grin. âGotta do what in between classes, exactly?âÂ
âWait-â
Tadashi giggles into his hands, sinking low in the armchair, and Tsukki shakes his head, tutting in disappointment at you.
âThatâs a crazy thing to admit out loud, Y/n-â
âShut up ,â You shove him, tossing his phone back and then pointing at the TV. âStart swiping.â
He relaxes back into the couch with a laugh, and the three of you eat your dinner with the entertainment of the night.
â
âPass.â
âAw, sheâs cute.â
âExactly. Girls who are cute usually canât handle me.â
â...Was that a reference to his personality or to sex?â You ask, eyeing Tadashi fearfully.
He shakes his head beside you. âBetter not to ask, I fear.â
Tsukkiâs suspicious grin is enough for your lip to curl in disgust.
âEw.â
âIâm just being honest,â He shrugs, unapologetic.
You lay a hand on his shoulder, speaking down to him like heâs a child. âWell, if you donât start swiping right on cute girls, your contractâs going up in flames, sweetheart.â
â Ugh -â Tsukki groans loudly, throwing his phone down on the couch. âThis isnât working. None of these girls are the right fit.â
âThen maybe your standards shouldnât be literally impossible to meet!â Yamaguchi throws his hands up in exasperation. âWeâve been at this a whole hour, and youâve only swiped right on one girl.â
âYeah, but she had nice tits,â He admits plainly.
You and Yamaguchi stare, deadpan. âYouâre terrible,â You say eventually.
âYeah,â Tsukki sighs. âI know.â He takes a breath, and then heâs turning to you with wide eyes. âOh, hey! You have nice tits, too â you be my girlfriend.â
Yamaguchi promptly chokes on his drink, and you reach to yank the pillow out from under Tsukkiâs head.
âStop-â You smack him in the face with it repeatedly. â-Being. Gross.â
âIt was a compliment!â He laughs, blocking his head and then catching the pillow with ease. You enter into an unwilling match of tug-of-war. âAnd I already know our personalities work together, so I donât have to go through the pain of a talking stage!â
You eye him with suspicion, pulling the pillow toward you. âYouâre not actually considering this.â You look back at Yamaguchi. âHeâs not actually considering this, right?â
Your friend just stares, shocked.
Tsukki pulls hard on the pillow, catching you off guard and launching you toward him. âOh, I most certainly am.â
âTsukishima Kei-â You tug, hard. He resists. âGet that thought out of your head right now.â
âCome on-â He argues. âWe are clearly a match made in Heaven.â
âIn Hell, you mean!â You laugh. âThereâs no way!â You look at Yamaguchi in panic. âHelp me!â
The man just shrugs uselessly. âThis conversation wasnât on my bingo card for the year. Iâm stumped.â
Tsukki rolls his eyes. âCome on, Y/n. Itâs not like youâve got guys lined up outside your door-â
âHow would you know?â You snap, a little offended. âI could be going on dates every night-â
âWhen would you have time for that? Youâre with me most nights.â He leans in, a wicked gleam in his eye. âEven more evidence that we should just date.â
âGet away from me-â You push him back with your foot, putting distance between you. He just grabs your ankle and pulls you toward him, and you scream as youâre dragged down the length of the couch.Â
Tsukki starts to clamber over you, but that finally sets Yamaguchi in motion, the boy standing quickly and yanking Tsukki by his hair back to the other side of the couch.
âPlay nice, you freak,â He says, smacking the blond hard on the forehead. Tsukki just laughs, one of those rare laughs that makes you forget why you were ever mad in the first place.
âOkay, okay!â He yells, struggling to be freed from Yamaguchiâs torture.
You crawl back to your corner, kicking him for good measure while you go. âYouâre fucking crazy.â
âCome on, Y/n,â Tsukki argues, still smiling wide. âThis is literally a win-win.â He fixes himself, keeping an eye on Yamaguchi while he talks, because the freckled boy is grabbing a magazine off the coffee table and rolling it up. âWeâre good together.â
âThis is only a win-win for you,â You fight, listing things off and ticking them on your fingers as you go. âYouâre annoying, arrogant, have poor impulse control and a short temper, andâ importantly â we donât even like each other!â You throw your hands out as best you can, emphasizing it. âWhy would we date when weâre not attracted to each other?â
He doesnât answer, only flicking his gaze down the length of your body appreciatively before meeting your eyes again. He sees that youâve seen it, your gaze wary, and he grins wickedly.
âWhoâs âweâ?âÂ
That earns him a rolled magazine to the head.
âIâm just saying,â He laughs. âJust think of how much Management would like it if I found a girlfriend right away, and one that they know is good for me-â
âAlright-â You plant your feet on the floor with an irritated sigh, suddenly tired of this conversation. â-donât bring them into this to guilt-trip me.â You stand, clearly making to leave.
Tsukkiâs smile drops, and he stands quickly, his jokes forgotten. âWhat? Wait-â His eyes are wide, betraying genuine surprise. You frown, and his eyes track it. He gauges your annoyance, seeing that itâs starting to tip into something more.
âOkay,â He breathes, suddenly quite serious. He holds his hands out toward you carefully, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you back to the couch with him. Yamaguchi perches on the arm of the couch, observing quietly.
âThatâs not what I meant,â Tsukki tries. âI actually kinda do think weâd be good together.â When you donât seem to believe it, he tries again. âAnd Iâm not trying to guilt-trip you. I do think Management genuinely knows that youâre good for me-â
You know that, too. You know that Management has always liked you. Thatâs why this idea scares you just a little bit.
Because itâs feasible.
âNo oneâs going to believe that weâre together if we clearly-â You swallow hard and gesture between you. â-donât have that kind of kind of chemistry, Tsukki.â
He shrugs. âItâs not that hard to act. We have the friendship chemistry, so weâre not uncomfortable. We would just need to add-â
âHolding hands? Kissing? Entirely different body language? Clear physical attraction?â You argue, lifting your brows.
He nods like itâs the easiest thing in the world. âYeah. Thatâs not that bad.â
You level him with a meaningful look. âTsukishima.â You smile bitterly when he blinks at the use of his full name. â Look at me.â
Tadashi makes a noise of protest over Tsukkiâs shoulder, clearly disapproving of where youâre going with this, but the blond just stares.
âI am looking at you.â
You laugh, shaking your head and standing again. âGood luck with Tinder, Tsukki, but Iâm outta here-â
Thereâs a 6â3â wall in your way when you try to leave.
âYou really need to get over that shit.â
You whip your head up to look into Tsukkiâs eyes, affronted.
â Excuse me?â
Heâs unyielding, golden eyes hard on yours. âIâm not taking that as a valid reason. Come up with something else if you really donât want to do this.â
âTsukki-â
âGive me a better reason, Y/n.â
âIt makes no sense, Tsukishima!â You scoff, all but laughing in his face. âNot a single person is going to believe that weâre together. Weâre going to look stupid together-â
âI donât think we look stupid together,â He cuts you short, turning to Yamaguchi. âDo you think we look stupid together?â
Tadashi flicks his gaze back and forth from Tsukkiâs to yours, clearly torn. When he sighs and it becomes clear heâs about to take Tsukkiâs side, you gape at him.
âYamaguchi!â
He gives you a regretful look. âItâs not unreasonable , Y/n. People already wonder what you two are, anyway.â He rolls his eyes when you stare at him in disbelief, lifting his hands helplessly. âWe all know you balance him out. Think of the good you could do, whipping this idiot into shape.â
Tsukki turns to you with a victorious smile, eyebrows lifted. âConsider me whipped.â
You groan, snatching your bag off the floor and pushing past them. âGoodbye.â
Tsukkiâs slipping his shoes on at the door with you, only snatching his keys from the bowl when you shoot him a questioning glare.
âItâs getting late,â is all he says as he props the door open for you.
Youâre about to remind him that 7pm in the summer is not that late, but the flash of a camera catches your attention. You turn, shielding your eyes from the paparazzi snapping pictures at the end of the driveway.
âDonât you have a family to spend time with or something?â Tsukki says over your head, his voice tense.
You elbow him hard. âYou really gotta stop giving them what they want,â You grumble, stomping down the front steps. The blink of Tsukkiâs headlights and the gentle purr of his car remote-starting is the only response he gives you, and you trudge over to the passenger-side door. You wave tiredly at the cameraman standing just past the gate and give him a smile.
âIâd love to say heâs above hitting you with his car, but heâs having a bad day.â
The man chuckles at your joke. âI suppose I shouldnât take any chances, then.â He takes a few more photos, but he steps out of the way regardless.
Tsukki stares at you when you settle in next to him with a sigh.
âHow do you do that? I had to break a guyâs camera to get his ass off the hood of my car.â
You shrug, closing your eyes and leaning against the headrest. âItâs not groundbreaking work, Tsukki. Try being nice once in a while.â
He drives you home in silence.
You keep your eyes on the sideview mirror, watching the unmarked van thatâs trailing the car the whole way there.
What would be the difference, really, if you pretend to date Tsukishima Kei? You already get followed home and to classes. You already hear all the whispers when you walk anywhere with him. Youâre already all over the internet, comments about your body plastered everywhere for the world to see.
It doesnât really matter that youâre not interested in Tsukki, does it? Itâd be laughable for anyone to question that you could fall for him â heâs tall and objectively gorgeous. Everyone wants him.
The issue is you.
Youâve seen the girls he goes home with at parties.
Your eyes shift from the unmarked van to your own reflection, and you chuckle under your breath.
Yes, youâre good for Tsukishima Kei â you manage his unacceptably short temper. You support him unconditionally and keep him in check. You always have. Youâre everything Management needs from him.
But the issue is still you.
âWould you cut it out?â
You blink, turning to look at Tsukkiâs side profile while he drives. Heâs got one hand on the steering wheel, the other tapping an irritated rhythm on the middle console. He shifts his eyes briefly in your direction before lifting them to watch the van behind you, his jaw clenching and unclenching.
âWhat?â You say, the silence in the car a bit suffocating.
âIâm asking you to cut it the fuck out. Whateverâs going on in your head â cut it out.â
You lift a brow. âAnd what would that be?â
âI donât know, Y/n â whatever insane shit you think about yourself.â He shakes his head, pulling into the parking lot of your apartment complex. Thankfully, itâs a big one with hundreds of units, and the paparazzi have always had the sense not to follow you in.
He pulls up to the main door, putting the car in park and leaning back in his seat with a tight sigh. You both watch the van pull up in front of you, the man on the passengerâs side hopping out and snapping photos of the two of you staring back at him.
âLook,â He says quietly, in a way that reeks of an oncoming argument. You can see him gripping the middle console like heâs stopping himself from getting out of the car. âI know what people say about you. The comments they make about your body and your looks and everything else.â
You stare out the window, nodding. Itâs amazing how desensitized youâve become to the barrage of flashing lights that comes with Tsukishima Kei. âIâve been hearing it since we were kids-â
âYeah, exactly. Since we were kids , Y/n. Are you gonna let this be an issue for the rest of our lives?â
You look at him, your skin flushing with anger. âWhat are you trying to say? Itâs not like you have the same problems I do.â
He meets your eyes, gaze burning. âIâm telling you to get the fuck over yourself. Are you gonna listen to a bunch of assholes who donât matter? Or are you gonna listen to me ?â When your jaw drops, he pushes. âIf you donât want to do this, thatâs fine. Iâll let it go. But not if this is your reason.â
âMy reason, Kei -â You spit, matching his anger. â-is that I donât feel like being the laughing stock of your little fanbase.â
âAnd you think this is gonna stop them?â He smiles, but itâs irritated. âYou want me to find some supermodel to date? You think they wonât make comparisons between you and the girl on my arm?â
You hadnât thought of that.
That you wouldnât be the pathetic, pining girl trailing after Tsukishima Kei anymore.
Youâd be the jealous friend.
Pathetic, pining, jealous little Y/n.
A light flashes in your periphery, and a headline flashes with it â a week from now, when the Sendai Frogs have confirmed his new, unnamed girlfriend to the public.
Tsukishima Kei and Friend Y/l/n Y/n Seen Arguing â New Relationship the Cause?
Youâre unable to stop the aggravated growl that spills out when you sigh through your nose.
âThey think they know who you are, Y/n. But they donât. They fucked it up.â Tsukki keeps your gaze locked on his â his eyes are dangerous, like heâs predicting the headlines, too.
He leans toward you. âSo show them,â He says. â Show them who you are.â
You lean forward, too, your face a little too close to his.Â
âAnd how do you suggest I do that, Kei?â
The camera flashes, and your chest flickers with some unknown excitement.
His smile is wicked, mocking.
â Fix me.â He lifts a brow when you glare, doubling down. âOr be the girl that watches someone else do it.â
You kind of want to kill him.
â
You lie facedown on your bed for hours that night, listening as Kiyoko laughs on your couch. She lives in the same complex, only a few floors above you, and sheâd made the long journey all the way here just to laugh at you.
She stays with you the whole night, laughing until she cries. And then she laughs some more, because that picture of you in Tsukkiâs car is already circulating the internet.
âYouâre so fucked,â Kiyoko heaves between breaths, sometime around 2am. Sheâd moved to the bed with you hours ago, scrolling through Twitter and showing you some of the more unhinged reactions to the photo.
[12:24 AM]Â TsukkiFan0927Â :Â no because they MUST be fucking????
[1:07 AM]Â user9329348Â :Â those two have always been so shady together,,, no way that this is new
[1:46 AM] TsukkiYnShipper : TSUKKIYN NATION WE RIDE AT DAWN
You just groan, dragging your phone out and pulling up your text thread with Tsukki.
[2:09 AM]
You: my life would be so peaceful without you in it
He responds immediately.
Tsukki: ill pick you up tomorrow <3
Tsukishima Kei is nothing but trouble.
â
There are an unusual amount of paparazzi outside your apartment complex the next morning.
You stop short when you exit the building, taken aback.
Everyone stares back, no lights flashing. They just stare.
âUh-Good morning?â You say, blinking at the group of about 15 people. One or two wave in greeting, but no one else wants to break the seal.
No one wants to ask, not yet.
You pull out your phone, about to text Tsukki to hurry the fuck up before things get weirder, but you hear the purr of his car pulling into the lot before you can send it.
The seal breaks all at once.
You lose sight of the car, flashing lights all going off at the same time and effectively blinding you.
You hear your name, over and over again.
â Y/n, is it true? â
â Over here, Y/n! â
â What did you two talk about in his car last night, Y/n ?â
Thereâs a hand on your arm, wrapped tight around your bicep. You inhale sharply, worried that youâre about to be mauled on the very first day of dating Tsukishima Kei.
â Move your feet, dumbfuck. â
Oh. Itâs him.
â Mm-kay ,â You mumble, letting Tsukki drag you to his car and all but throw you in the front seat.
Somehow, the lights are worse in here, and you canât tell if your name is still being called or if thatâs just an echo ringing in your ears.
Tsukki climbs in beside you and slams the door. âPut your seatbelt on.â
âWhy?â You ask, already grabbing for it.Â
He shifts gears jerkily, and you go flying against the door as he peels out of the lot.
âTsukki!â You scold, hearing his tires squeal against the pavement.
âYou were too slow,â He jokes, eyes on the rearview mirror. You turn, spotting the army of vans that are following behind him.
âDude,â You breathe, sinking down into the seat. âIt was one picture .âÂ
âRegret anything yet?â He says, catching the light just before it turns red and leaving all the vans behind.
âI regret everything,â You say without hesitation. âAll of it. Every second.â
When he doesnât respond, you turn to him. Heâs got his eyes on the road and the mirrors, seemingly calm. But his teeth wear down on the inside of his lip, and heâs not sparing you a single glance.
You sigh, nudging him gently. âIâm kidding.â
He gives easily, lip released from its torture. âYouâre sure?â
âYes, Tsukki. Itâs fine.â
âWeâre good?â
âWeâre good ,â You say, smiling when he scoffs. âItâs better than me being labeled the sad, jealous friend while you date some airhead thatâs after your fame and fortune.â
He grins then. âAw, youâre not that much of an airhead.â
âLetâs break up.â
He laughs the whole way to campus.
â
You finally understand why Tsukki snaps at the paparazzi.
Theyâre everywhere â outside your classes and at your favorite cafe. Just two of them, but youâre uncomfortably familiar with them by the end of your second class. Youâd given up sometime around lunch, turning in place on your way to the dining hall and asking if they just wanted to walk with you instead of trailing behind.
You eat your lunch with Hiro from SMZ and Nariko from Sendai Sports that day. You donât answer a single question of theirs, just smiling and spooning rice into your mouth as you ask about their lives instead.
Theyâre bemused at your strange approach, and you play this game all afternoon with them â by the time Tsukkiâs practice is over, youâre hoping youâve gained at least some of their favor.Â
Hopefully, theyâll post nice things about you. Only the good photos, maybe.
Still, the air shifts when they realize youâre heading for the universityâs gym â Tsukki practices on campus with a private coach in the afternoons, going to the Frogsâ gym to practice after classes are done.Â
You can see them itching to lift their cameras, itching to ask the same questions again.
When did it start? Are you official? How did it happen?
The building comes into view, and you spot his blond hair near the entrance. You clear your throat.
âSo⊠I think Iâm gonna have to leave you here,â You say, gesturing around you now that youâre at the base of the stairs.Â
They both look dejected, like they were hoping for an introduction. You just give them a thin smile and turn, hurrying up the stairs before they decide to stop being respectful of your boundaries.
Tsukkiâs got his eyes over your shoulder as you approach.
âWhatâd they want?â
âTo know my regular order at the dining hall,â You say simply. You stop a friendly distance away, seeing when he eyes the space between you. His smirk speaks before he does.
âYou forgot a few feet.â
You grimace, taking a single step toward him. He takes the rest, his body brushing briefly against yours.
You look up at him expectantly. âHow should I greet you?â
âHowever you want.â
âI wouldnât suppose a friendly hug would do.â
A light flashes when he smiles down at you, and youâre wondering if the worldâs ever seen it before.
âNo,â He says, humored. âI donât suppose it would. But a not-friendly hug might.â
You stare down at your shoes, thankful your back is to the cameras.
Itâs a bit strange to realize, but youâve never hugged Tsukki before. Not really.
A casual pat on the back, yes. The occasional side-hug, maybe.
But a hug â despite its simplicity, its lack of meaning â is not something you can ever remember doing with him.
You think of how you hug Tadashi, how youâd hug Hinata or even Kageyama after a game in high school. Itâs so easy with them.
The idea of Tsukishima Kei wrapping his arms around you is⊠odd.
Very odd.
Still, youâve wasted enough time already. Itâs the only option.
You lift your arms, wondering if you resemble a petulant child, and Tsukki just grins and bends down, his bag slipping off his shoulder when he slides his arms around your waist. Youâre pulled onto your toes, face hidden in the crook of his neck.
Hugging Tsukishima Kei is not what youâd expected.
Youâd always seen him as some cold wall of annoyance â a big, dumb athlete who was always a little painful to smack on the chest after a crude remark. A boy whoâd always been rough, whoâd grown strong and become some untouchable statue made of cold marble.
But heâs not cold at all.
The air around him is warm, smelling just slightly of sweat from practice but more than anything of that scent thatâs distinctly Tsukki . That clean smell that youâd unknowingly grown to associate with comfort. That unplaceable warmth that smells like your childhood.
His hands are bigger than youâd realized, fingers long and warm against the small of your back. His chest is just as hard as always â that unmoveable wall that towers over you â but it feels weird against yours. It feels weird to feel his heartbeat â have you never felt his heartbeat before? Has he always had one?
You wonder if he can feel that your cheeks burn against his neck, if the heat is notable in this little pocket of quiet youâve found. If your skin warms under his fingers, which rest strangely against the spot where your shirtâs ridden up a bit.
â How was practice? â You mumble shyly against his throat, feeling when he swallows hard. You canât decide if itâs his heart or your own that youâre hearing right now, pounding somewhere near your ears.
ââ s fine, â He says, and you hear the hitch in his breath.Â
This is weird for him, too, then.
Good. Thatâs good. This is weird for both of you. Youâre not alone in this.
You pull away, clearing your throat quietly. Tsukki lets you slide carefully down to your feet, his fingers skimming the skin under your shirt just before he pulls away, his movements rushed and sharp.
Your skin burns where his fingers had been, and trying to ignore it only makes you more aware of it.
You glance briefly up at him, unable to control the double-take you do when you see him. He wonât meet your eyes, but his face is radiating heat, a blush high on his cheeks and his ears a rather interesting shade of red.
You watch him glance at your ears, too, and the tiny smirk he suppresses tells you that you donât look much better.
You swallow, wondering where the hell this humming under your skinâs come from.
âUh-â Your breath catches when his golden eyes meet yours, and you recover clumsily. âI have-â
What do you have?Â
Class.
âI have to get to class,â You blurt, blinking rapidly.
He just blinks back, as though heâd also forgotten why youâd met him here.
âRight,â He says. âClass. Iâll walk you.â
âOkay,â You respond, turning on your heel and heading down the stairs. You hear him follow after you, but then thereâs a hurried shuffle behind you, the lights of the paparazzi flashing in a frenzy.
You turn back quickly, finding Tsukki tripping over his own feet to get back up the stairs, his bag left abandoned at the top.
You canât help the wide smile that spreads across your face, and you know the flashes that follow are for you.
Tsukki snatches his bag up and turns to you, spotting your teasing grin before you can smother it.
He rolls his eyes, stomping to catch up with you.
âShut up.â
You laugh the whole way to the crosswalk.
â
Kei doesnât know whatâs wrong with him.
He doesnât understand why he feels so skittish, why his fingers are a bit numb. He doesnât know why he keeps looking at you, what he could possibly be searching for when he watches you.
His eyes scan you while he walks you across campus to your next class. He barely notices the people whispering around you, his gaze tracking the uneven rise and fall of your chest and the white-knuckled grip you have on your bag.
Okay. So you felt it, too.
Good. Heâs not crazy.
The memory of your skin under his fingers flashes through his mind. Youâd been so soft â he hadnât realized how soft you are. Heâd never even considered it. Soft and warm, heartbeat racing against his chest and arms wrapped tight around his neck. Breath shaky and fanning out over his skin when youâd whispered something about practice.
His fingers itch to touch you again, because heâd never thought to do that, either.
Fuck. He probably is going crazy.
He clears his throat, watching when your fingers twitch on your bag in response.
âWe, uh-â He lets out a breath, seeing your building come into view and wanting to say something â anything â to smooth this silence over before you leave. â-probably shouldnât do things for the first time in public like that again.â
It works. You laugh under your breath.Â
âWhy? Scared to look like an idiot again?â
Okay, itâs at his expense. But you laughed.
âIâm sure you didnât look so great yourself,â He says, biting down a grin when you smile.
âThatâs too bad,â You say, a teasing edge in your tone. âI was just about to hold your hand.â
Kei chokes, his cough loud and embarrassed. He shoots you a glare when you glance up at him in amusement.
âI swallowed a bug.â
âA bug,â You repeat, nodding and turning away to hide your laugh. âStill think itâs so easy to act, Tsukki?â
He wants to go back in time and beat his past self into shutting the hell up for once.
But thatâs not an option, so he just braces himself and shifts minimally closer to you, the back of his hand brushing up against yours.Â
He feels you falter beside him, and it gives him just enough courage to do it.
Your hands are a lot smaller than heâd realized. But your fingers slot easily with his.
He canât tell if itâs his hand or yours thatâs clammy, but heâs tempted to say itâs yours because this has never once happened to him before. Not a single one of the girls heâd ever dated had made his palms sweat, so it canât be him. Had any boys before him ever made you nervous like this?
Had there been any boys before him?
âIs this your first time?â He vomits those words right out, hating every fiber of his being once itâs done.
You look up at him, so taken aback that you visibly become less nervous. âHolding hands with a boy?â You say, smiling mockingly. âNo, Tsukki. This isnât my first time. Sorry to disappoint.â
He rolls his eyes, flushing. âNot what I meant.â
âI know.â You laugh to yourself, pausing outside the building where heâs meant to leave you. He can see people lingering, but no oneâs close enough to hear your conversation.
âYou know Iâve had boyfriends before, right?â You level him with that teasing look you always have.
Had you? Had he known that?
Oh, God , you totally had. He remembers now, the guy from first year whose face heâs forgotten. And the summer fling after him.
He knows this. Of course he knows this â why hadnât he remembered?
How far had you gone with them? Had you told him?
âSo,â He swallows. âYouâveâŠâ He trails off and hopes youâll understand, but you just frown up at him. He sighs. âYouâve done⊠everything, then?â
Your expression changes to one of alarm, and he all but feels the air between you warm.
â Why ?â You ask, your tone sharp and your voice lowered to a whisper. âDo you plan on changing the answer if I say no?â
Keiâs heart flies to his throat, and his face burns with a horrible, horrible heat.
âNo, I-âÂ
Why the fuck had he asked you that? Why does that matter? Whatâs he so curious for?
âY/n,â He starts, holding tight when you start to pull away. He hadnât even realized you were still holding hands. âFuck. Thatâs not what I meant.â
Your face is still burning with embarrassment, and you mumble a response up to him, glancing around.
âYou know thatâs not gonna happen, right?â
â Yes- â He sighs, frustrated and more than a little humiliated. âIâm not expecting-It was a stupid question. I was just curious.â
âYou gonna be okay, player?â You ask, and he thinks maybe heâs just seen the ghost of a teasing grin on your face, but he canât tell. âYou ever been celibate before?â
âGod, please leave me the hell alone,â He groans, laughing pathetically and dropping your hand to rub the heat out of his cheeks. You definitely smile then, suddenly enjoying his embarrassment more than anything.Â
He realizes after a moment that people are starting to file out of different buildings â it must be passing period, then.Â
âYou should go,â He says, nudging you toward your building.Â
You nod, stepping back toward him and lifting onto your toes to wrap your arms around his neck again. His breath hitches, and he barely manages to loop his arms around your waist.
Youâre just as soft as you were the first time.
You lower away from him, and he realizes distantly some other students are taking photos and whispering. But you just smile briefly up at him, your voice gentle.
âNot so weird that time.â
Was it not?
He nods dumbly and smiles when you wave bye.
When youâre gone, he has no clue what to do with himself. What is he supposed to be doing right now?
Class in an hour and practice downtown afterward. Right.
He turns on his heel, ignoring everyoneâs stares and trying his hardest to squash the stupid look on his face as he walks back toward his car.
Heâs about halfway there when his phone buzzes with a text.
[2:47 PM]
You: and for your stupid information
You: i have done a lot
You: but no
You: i have not done everything
You: goodbye
Kei has to take a seat on the nearest bench, ignoring the paparazzi and random underclassmen that are following him.
He sits and stares down at nothing, wondering why the thought of you being a virgin is making his head spin and his ears ring. Wondering â as he drops his head into his hands and sighs loudly â why his palms are so fucking sweaty.
â
âYou told him what ?â
You groan, throwing yourself back on your mattress. Kiyoko clambers onto the bed after you, shaking you violently.
â Why would you tell him youâre a virgin?!â
âBecause I am ?â You laugh pathetically, hiding your face in your hands. She just shakes you again.
âBut why did you tell him ?!â
âI donât know! He asked!â
â What?! âÂ
â Kiyoko- â You protest and turn over, assuming your standard face-down position of dread. âI donât know. It just happened. And it was weird.â
âWell, what did he say-â
âNothing!â You toss your phone next to her on the bed, hearing her unlock it and search through your messages. âNothing, because thereâs nothing he can say. Itâs not like thereâs anything to do about it.â
Thereâs a silence from her, one that prompts you to look at her. She just stares at you, disbelieving.
âI mean,â She starts. âDo you know that for sure?â
You hide your face again. âShut up. We agreed that things wouldnât get that far. Thereâs literally no reason for us to ever do that.â
âNo, I get that-â She coughs, and you figure that sheâs hiding a laugh. â-but he did ask⊠and you did tell himâŠâ
â Kiyoko, â You whine, pulling your pillow over your head for good measure while you complain, your voice muffled. â I can barely hug the guy without it being weird. â
You hadnât lied. It was definitely easier the second time, and even easier the third time, when heâd picked you up from your last class and driven you home before heâd left for practice downtown.Â
It had not, however, been a comfortable ride home, because you two had just sat in uncertain silence â uncertain, because neither of you could fathom why you would ever tell him how far youâd gone before him.
And it had not been easy the fourth time heâd hugged you, in front of your building and about ten reporters. Because heâd turned his head just enough to brush his lips tentatively over your cheek, and youâd stilled in his arms, your face thankfully hidden in his chest again.
You couldnât bear for the internet to see the look on your face the first time Tsukishima Kei had ever kissed you.
Heâd gotten into his car and driven off, and youâd run upstairs and called Kiyoko without a second thought.
You can barely hug him, and that sad excuse for a kiss had put you on high alert.
Thereâs absolutely no world in which it would be natural for you to have sex with Tsukishima Kei. No world in which it could ever be considered.
âOkay,â Kiyoko laughs when you groan in fresh embarrassment. âIâm sure youâll get used to doing the smaller things in public with him.â
Youâre about groan again, but a quiet ding comes from Kiyokoâs palms.
âUh-â She cuts short, and your stomach flips nervously.
â Whatâs it say? â You mumble, knowing itâs him.
She clears her throat awkwardly, and your nerves worsen.
âHe wants to come over.â
You wither, there in your hiding spot, and mumble a pathetic response.Â
â Okay. Sure. â
â
âDo you⊠want to shower?â You gesture lamely down the hall to your bathroom, Tsukki standing awkwardly in the foyer with his bag.
You see him swallow hard, and you realize how itâd come out.
âBecause youâre gross,â You blurt, watching his eyebrows fly up and his tense expression become a teasing grin.
âYeah, I got it the first time, Y/n,â He says, padding into your living room. âBut thanks for clarifying.â
You flush, watching him drop his bag and head for your dresser. He plucks a set of his own clothes out of the bottom drawer, chuckling to himself as he does it.
âI probably shouldnât stay long. If I leave in different clothes, thingsâll get weird downstairs.â
And then thereâs silence, because heâd said it without considering the rather salient implications of that sentence.
You sigh when the bathroom door clicks shut, falling onto your bed and contemplating hiding your face again.
He emerges after ten minutes, as youâre texting a very nosy Kiyoko. He stares down at you until you nervously lift your eyes to his. And then he takes a breath.
âWe good?â
You hadnât realized how much you needed such a simple question.
âYeah,â You say with a breath of laughter. âWeâre good.â
His relief is apparent in the way he throws himself down beside you and extracts his own phone, opening Twitter. Youâre both quiet for a while, scrolling through his feed together and seeing that his name is trending.
â â#tsukkiyn â,â He says, snorting. âLook at us, going viral.â
You see a video of him tripping over his feet on the stairs of the gym, scrambling for his bag, and you purse your lips to keep from laughing.
âLook at you. Youâre a wreck.â
âShut up,â He laughs, scrolling past it to a photo of the two of you walking across campus. Heâs got his fingers interlaced with yours â it must have been the moment heâd done it, because your eyes are bugged out with shock.
Tsukki laughs loudly, immediately liking and retweeting it without thinking. You gasp.
â Tsukishima Kei- âÂ
His notifications flood with replies and likes, the whole world seeming to react all at once.
[6:59 PM]Â tsukkiynstan77Â :Â HELLO??? IS THIS CONFIRMATION????
[6:59 PM] kookooforkei : NO FUCKING SHOTTTTT NO FUCKING SHOT TSUKISHIMA KEI
[6:59 PM] sendaitsukki : I FOUND HER @ EVERYONE I FUCKING FOUND IT ITâS @/ynlovely !!!
âUh oh,â Tsukki says under his breath, turning to look at you. You stare at him, a singular moment of silence between you before catastrophe.
Your phone starts to buzz incessantly, your notifications blowing up in a surge of sudden city-wide attention. You both stare at your phone screen, watching the notifications come in so fast that your phone starts to lump them all together.
15 New Notifications
16 New Notifications
17 New Notifications
99+ New Notifications
You stare at it, watching your phone glitch and struggle, and all you can do is laugh.
âAre you⊠Are you stupid?â
âI think so,â He says immediately, nodding beside you. âI definitely think thatâs possible.â
A text notification stands out over the rest, its ding different than the others.
[7:01 PM]
Kiyoko: im going to assume your sudden lack of response means that youre fucking that man right now.
Your eyes go wide, and you drop your phone on your face in your haste to hide the screen. Tsukki coughs next to you, and you spot the telltale burn of embarrassment on his face as he turns away.
â Fucking bitch ,â You mumble, snatching your phone up and rolling onto your side to hide from him.
[7:01 PM]
You: you fkin gbtich
Kiyoko: oh, did he see???
Kiyoko: oops :))Â
You hear snickering behind you, and you turn to find Tsukki peering over your shoulder at the texts. You gasp, and he reaches over to pluck the phone away from you.
âWhat do we have here?â He asks, standing from your bed and taking three giant strides to get away from you.
â Tsukki! â You roll off clumsily, chasing after him in a panic. âDonât read those-â
â âYou need to kiss him for real â,â He reads aloud, sidestepping you as you chase him all around your shoebox of an apartment. ââ I saw the pics of him kissing you out front, that shit was pathetic- â What the fuck?â He stops, lifting the phone over his head to read it again. âIâm not pathetic -â
âGive me-â You jump, knocking the phone from his hand and onto the couch. â-my phone, you fuck.â You retrieve it, glaring up at him. âThose are private-â
âWas it really pathetic?â He asks, entirely caught up in this. âI thought it was fine.â
You roll your eyes, going into your notification settings and muting everything related to Twitter. âIt was fine.â
He just pulls his phone out, and you catch him scrolling.
Heâd searched for photos of the kiss.
âYouâre joking,â You say, dropping down onto the couch and shaking your head. âIt was fine , Tsukki.â
He just hums, unconvinced, and throws himself down, all but sitting on you. âLook at this.â He shows you a photo, zoomed in to where his lips barely touch your face. âThatâs pretty bad.â
It is pretty bad.
You purse your lips, hiding your laugh when you see how he scowls down at his screen. âIâm sure weâll get better at it.â
He doesnât respond, just staring down at the photo. And then he locks his phone, tossing it down next to him.
âI thought itâd be easier than this.â
âI told you it wouldnât be,â You say, smiling pitifully. âRegret anything yet?â
He snorts, shaking his head and combing his fingers through his wet hair. âUnfortunately, it looks youâre stuck with me. I talked to Management after practice.â
You shift, your interest piqued. âAnd?â
âThey approved.â He throws you a half-laugh. âObviously.â
âDo they know itâs fake?â
âOh, please-â He waves your question away. âThe whole team knows itâs fake. I was getting my ass handed to me 24 hours ago.â
You wring your hands together nervously. âAnd theyâre all cool with it?â
âThey like you more than they like me.â
âI barely know them.â
âExactly.â He sighs. âTrust me, they want this to work just as much as we do. Thereâs too much riding on this.â
You nod, feeling a bit of relief seep into you. If the Frogs are on board with this, it canât be a terrible idea, right?
âAnything they need me to do in particular?â
He shoots you a grin. âMake me a decent person?â
You grimace. âBit above my pay-grade.â
He rolls his eyes. âThey want me to have a social media presence. Pictures, tweets, teasing comments â that kinda thing.â
You blink. âSo, earlier-â
âCome on,â He levels you with a deadpan stare. âYou really think Iâm stupid?â
âExtremely, yes.â
Tsukki just rolls his eyes, snatching his phone up and laying his body across yours.
âSmile, baby .âÂ
You spend an hour getting manhandled into different angles and positions, your debut as Tsukishima Keiâs girlfriend consisting of poorly shot selfies and a head of blond hair in your face.
âGo home , Tsukki,â You finally say, shoving him off of you and wiping your cheek where heâd just licked you like a freak. âYouâre getting on my nerves.â
He just laughs, scrolling through his cursed camera roll. He picks one out from the collection of blurred shots and ugly laughing.
âWhat about this one?â
Itâs one of Tsukki biting your face. Your eyes are squeezed shut as his mouth opens over your face, teeth clamped down on your cheek. Youâve got one hand curled into his hair, the other gripping the side of his neck as you try to shove him off of you, but itâs obvious youâre mid-laughter.
You stare down at it, hating that itâs perfect.
âYeah, okay, fine.âÂ
Tsukki snickers, sending it to you. âYou post it. Itâs weird if I do it.â
You roll your eyes, opening Twitter and ignoring the million notifications in order to type a simple tweet with the photo attached.
[8:22 PM] ynlovely : freak. [photo attached]
Itâs met with instant engagement, but Tsukki only adds to it, retweeting it just a minute later with his own comment.
[8:23 PM] tsukei : i got that dog in me
Heâs out of your apartment before he has time to apologize, but â somehow â the headlines are faster.
Sendai Frogs Middle Blocker Tsukishima Kei Dating Longtime Friend: Confirmed
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Despite the rocky start, things become surprisingly easy over the course of the next week.
The topic of kissing doesnât come up again, but you find Tsukki making a habit of pecking you quickly on the cheek whenever you part ways, one hand in yours and the other on your waist. You follow his lead, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him down to your height when you want to plant a kiss on his face, laughter shared between you when you find new and strange places to put it. One on the bridge of his nose, another on his jawline just under his ear.
One accidentally smacked against the corner of his mouth in your rush to get to class on Friday morning.
A photo of Tsukki crouching against the wall of your department had circulated Twitter only minutes after that, his face hidden in his hands but ears clearly burning a beautifully bright, summery red.Â
You hadnât realized it then â that one accidental moment could call into question the validity of your relationship with Tsukishima Kei.
â
Your eyes scan over the most recent tweets under the â #tsukkiyn â tag as you sit in a cafe on Friday afternoon, a strange dread settling deep in your gut.
Everything before â the excited commentary and overwhelming chaos related to the announcement of your relationship â had been due to the novelty of it all. The newness of Tsukishima as a taken man.
But this photo, where itâs apparent that Tsukki is flustered and unfamiliar with you in a romantic capacity, brings to attention a lot of the assumed details of your relationship.
You skim the tweets that address the issue, Tsukishima fans and haters alike all asking the same questions.
Why would he be so caught off guard by a simple gesture of affection? Something that canât even be considered a kiss?
Isnât it the case that you two had been dating for a while in secret and are only now confirming the relationship publicly?Â
Is it a bit suspicious that the announcement of a relationship had comes only hours after a series of reputation-ruining headlines for the Sendai Frogsâ most promising rookie?
And there, posted only mere minutes ago, is someone whoâd half-guessed at the truth.
[12:20 PM] numberonekei : lol the frogs probably paid her to be his fake gf to make him seem more likeable. not like shes actually his type.
You lock your phone, throwing it in your bag with a sigh and reaching for your coffee.
Nariko from Sendai Sports is sitting only a table away. Sheâd been with you almost all week, and youâd come to find some strange comfort in her presence â sheâs proven herself to be a normal human being just doing her job.
Even now, she looks up from some shots on her camera when you sigh, and you feel her looking you over.
âRough day?â
You smile wryly, pulling some books out to get work done. âJust glad itâs almost the weekend.â
âThatâs a vague answer if Iâve ever heard one.â
You laugh. âAny weekend plans?â
She waves her camera at you in explanation, and you nod with a hum of understanding. She eyes you just a moment longer before returning to her shots.Â
âIâve been curating only the best photos of you, if that makes your day any less bad.â
You snort into your coffee. âIt does, thank you.â And then you swallow, figuring it wouldnât be too much detail to mention some things to her. âJust getting used to it all. The attention.â
âPeople kind of suck, huh?â
âKind of,â You agree, staring down at your textbook without really seeing it. And then you blink, shaking yourself out of it. âItâs fine. Iâll feel better once he gets here.â
She looks up at you again, and you find minor surprise in her expression. âIs he really that good of a boyfriend? Heâs kind ofâŠâ
âAn asshole?â You smile, enjoying the breath of laughter she lets out. âHeâs⊠hard to explain. You gotta think about how this might all feel for him, too, I guess.â Thereâs a moment of silence, one where she looks like she might understand what youâre saying, but itâs interrupted by a quiet knock on the cafe window.
You look up, finding Tadashi and Kiyoko, both of them gesturing for you to join them. You furrow a brow, reaching over for your bag, but thereâs a hand there already.
âI texted you, loser,â Tsukki says, opening your bag and closing your textbook. âWhatâre you dissociating about?â
He clearly had not seen Nariko sitting fifteen feet away.
You shake your head, helping him collect your things and hoping she views your dynamic as one of playful banter. âNothing, you ass. Itâs just been a long morning.â
Tsukki crouches next you then, taking your face in one hand and forcing you to look at him. âYeah, you look like shit.â
âThank you. I do try.â
He only stares, scanning your face. âWhat happened?â Itâs less of a question and more of a demand.
âNothing, Tsukki,â You say, trying to shake him off. âLetâs just go.âÂ
But heâs reaching for your phone, unlocking it before you can stop him.
âTsukki, donât-â
âWhatâsâŠâ He stares down at your Twitter feed, at the tweet youâd last read. And then he rolls his eyes, sighing heatedly and throwing your phone back in your bag. âI fucking hate the internet. They donât know what theyâre talking about.â
You frown slightly. That person had guessed at your fake relationship, but Tsukkiâs denying it while thinking this conversation is private. Why?
He mumbles to himself as he finishes packing your bag. â What would anyone know what my type is? âs bullshit .â
Oh. Heâs trying to make you feel better.
âJust forget it, Tsukki,â You say, leaning forward and pressing your lips to the corner of his eyebrow. âIâm not that upset about it.â
âYou clearly are,â He snaps. âIâm gonna start kicking peopleâs asses if they say shit to you.â
You roll your eyes, taking his hand and standing when he offers it to you. âNo, youâre not. Iâll kick your ass if you try it.â
He just shrugs. âIâm just saying â teaching by example isnât a bad idea.â
âYour stupidity amazes me sometimes,â You say, and then you turn to Nariko. âHave a good weekend.â
âI hope your day gets better,â She says, smiling kindly and avoiding eye contact with Tsukki.
He waits until youâre outside to awkwardly mumble, âWas she there the whole time?â
âYes, she was. Youâre just an idiot.â
âWhoâs an idiot?â Kiyoko asks as you approach. When you gesture up at Tsukki, she smiles plainly. âWell, lucky for us, heâs just a dumb athlete and not a rocket scientist.â
Yamaguchi laughs a little too loud and is forced to run back to Tsukkiâs car with the blond on his heels.
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âSo⊠Tsukki wonât tell me anything about how things are going with you twoâŠâ Yamaguchi leans in close to you. The Frogs have a home game on Sunday, so you sit with him and Kiyoko in the stands at their gym, half-watching their two-hour practice as you work on some assignments.Â
You turn to the freckled boy now, an eyebrow raised.
âOkayâŠ?â
He smiles, and you catch Kiyoko snickering to herself on his other side. She meets your eye and shrugs.
âSocial media can only say so much.â
Yamaguchi nods, his smile conspiratorial. âA little hug here, a little kiss on the cheek thereâŠâ
âThatâs about it, Tadashi,â You say slowly. His grin widens.
âYeah? Nothing else?â When you donât respond, he and Kiyoko start to nudge each other. âNothing about someoneâs virginity?âÂ
You gasp, flushing hard. It hadnât come up again all week, and youâd nearly forgotten about it.Â
âWhat the- fuck -â You shut your notebook and reach around Yamaguchi to smack Kiyoko with it. âYou were not supposed to tell anyone!â
Kiyoko laughs as you hit her repeatedly. The ruckus catches the attention of some of the players below as they take a water break, and youâre met with Tsukkiâs questioning stare, Koganegawa and Kyoutani on either side of him with bemused smiles. You wave lamely at them, aiming one last smack at your giggling friends before putting your notebook down.
âI needed someone else to join me in my exasperation,â Kiyoko says, leaning close and creating a secretive huddle for the three of you to whisper. âYou two were acting weird and it had only been, like, 10 hours of dating.â
âIt was just a fluke!â You whisper-yell, boxing Yamaguchi in as you argue. âItâs not exactly a smooth transition from 15 years of friendship into something romantic.â
âSomething romantic , huh?â Yamaguchi throws a traitorous arm over your shoulder. âDo tell, Y/n.â
âYou know what I mean. It was a rocky start, and there may or may not have been some oversharing along the way.â Your face is still hot from having to explain, but you want to cut these two off before they can start concocting stupid ideas.
âYeah, well, youâre not out of the woods yet,â Kiyoko says, her grin a little evil. âIâve seen what people are saying today â theyâre not exactly convinced that you two are the Hallmark movie you need to be.â
You grimace. âWhat do you want me to do? Weâre moving at a decent pace, I think.â
â Decent pace ?â Yamaguchi snickers. âYou kiss Tsukki the way I kiss my grandma.â
âI donât have time to unpack that sentence, Tadashi,â You joke, wishing this conversation could end already. âBut-â You sigh in frustration. âFine. I see what youâre both saying. I just donât know how to fix it.â
âItâs not like you need to give him a lap dance, Y/n,â He says. âBut something needs to change before the game.â When you just stare at him blankly, he and Kiyoko share a look of disbelief. âYou donât think the whole worldâs gonna be watching you that day?â
You deflate. You hadnât even thought of that.
âWhat if they win, huh?â Kiyoko prompts. âYou gonna give him a high-five, Y/n?â
Yamaguchi nods. âYou at least have to kiss him. And if youâre really committed to this-â He glances over your head, eyes going wide as he leans in quickly to whisper in your ear. â- youâre gonna have to make it good. You know sweet, innocent girls arenât Tsukkiâs type .ïżœïżœ
You blanche, remembering the joking way that Tsukki had hinted at cute girls not being able to â handle â him.
âWhat are you three scheming about over here?â
You jump, turning quickly to see Tsukki standing over you, hand on hip and eyebrows furrowed in suspicion.
You swallow, shaking your head. âNothing⊠Nothing-â You blink, clearing your head. âPractice done?â
He nods, hoisting his gym bag high on his shoulder. âAre we still drinking tonight?â
âDrinking?â You turn to look at your friends. âWhere?â
Yamaguchi smiles and lifts his bag, and you realize only now that thereâs a quiet clink every time he jostles it.
âYour place.â
â
âOh. I brought this over.âÂ
Tsukki reaches into his bag, extracting a bright green Frogs jersey and tossing it at you. You catch it without looking, tipping another shot back into your mouth.Â
The four of you are sitting on the floor around your coffee table, some bottles of liquor and your many preferred mixers strewn on the table with the shot glasses and three bowls of varied snacks. A random movie plays on your TV, the volume low and the plot serving as nothing more than background noise.
You squint at the shirt in your hand, his last name stretched in capital letters across the back. The letters double up and hover a little, your vision not what it should be right now.
âYour⊠jersey?â
âFor Sunday,â He says with no other explanation, just reaching over the table to pour a shot of rum and a splash of Coke into his cup. It spills over the rim a little, and he has to shake his head to clear it as heâs putting the bottle down.
Your heart jumps a little, the reminder of Sunday bringing back Yamaguchiâs words.
âYouâre gonna have to make it good. â
You glance at Yamaguchi now, seeing that heâs eyeing you with mischief. When he sees the panic tinging your expression, he grins.
âYeah, Y/n ,â He says, giggling drunkenly. âYou gotta look the part so people donât say youâre not his real girlfriend.â He and Kiyoko lean heavy on each other, and he mumbles to her in a voice thatâs a lot louder than he realizes. â Gotta act the part, too. â
You glance at Tsukki, finding him staring at the pair over the top of his glasses, his cup halfway to his mouth. His eyes narrow in suspicion at his roommate.
â Yamaguchi âŠâ He mutters. Itâs suspicious, you realize â a warning. You glance between them, wondering whatâs happened.
Yamaguchi catches you, his smile wicked. âI think heâs mad at me, Y/n.â He tilts his head toward, his whisper deliberately loud this time. âItâs just that heâs been so blushy lately. Iâm dying to know why.â
âSoon enough, youâll just be dying,â Tsukki says, downing his drink.Â
Your head spins a little as you look around. Kiyoko and Yamaguchi are both red in the face, the vodka having gotten to them almost an hour ago. Tsukki, too, is undoubtedly drunk â his eyes are heavily lidded, his blinks long and slow. And his fingers rest on the rug, just slightly over yours.
Thatâs one thing about Tsukishima Kei thatâs just so hard to believe â he gets touchy when he drinks. And even if his version of touchy is nothing more than fingertips brushing over the back of your hand every few minutes, itâs touchy nonetheless.
Unfortunately, you get touchy when you drink, too.
And itâs just so truly unfortunate, because your version of touchy isnât exactly his version of touchy.
âTsukki,â You start, his name heavy in your mouth. âDo you plan on winning the game on Sunday?â
His golden eyes cut to yours, narrowing with unspoken questions. âThatâs usually the goal, yeah.â
You swallow, your heart pounding a little louder than usual. Your drunken mind had really thought he might say no.
âWhy?â He asks, but you donât hear him.
You just sit up on your knees, struggling to put your drink on the table before scooting close to him. You hear Kiyoko gasp behind you, she and Yamaguchi starting to smack each otherâs arms when you reach out and take the front of Tsukkiâs shirt with both hands.
His eyes widen, and he allows himself to be dragged toward you. âWhat-Y/n-â
You lean forward, stopping just shy of his mouth and sighing roughly. His breath catches in his throat, and you smell the rum on his tongue.
âBe quiet, Tsukki. For once.â
You can confidently say youâve never tasted rum quite like this.
Itâs quick, but the jolt to your system is sharp, a live wire in your veins.
You pull away with the hint of a gasp, your pulse drumming in your ears. Tsukki stares with wide eyes and parted lips. You think you hear Yamaguchi mumble â Holy shitâ to Kiyoko, but you canât spare any attention for it.
Tsukkiâs eyes flick between yours and then back down to your mouth, and the drumming in your ears skips a few beats.
He leans in before you can pull away.
This kiss is as short as the last, but he lingers this time, alcohol tainting the air that hovers between your lips. You gather the courage to try again before he does, and itâll only be later that you realize how relieved you are that he tangles his fingers in your hair and kisses you until his courage finds him, too.
His lips are softer than youâd expected â rough and assured, just like everything else about him, but soft nonetheless. You find yourself unshakeably curious to discover if theyâre still as soft after just one more kiss. Over and over again, curiosity on repeat. Needing to keep testing it, because thereâs an almost desperate need to keep finding out.
Just one more, you think, again and again. One more, and then youâll stop.Â
His other hand finds your thigh, palm searing hot against your skin, and his tongue brushes against your bottom lip just as his fingers slide accidentally under the hem of your shorts. Your heart jumps, and your teeth catch ever so softly on his lip. A sound escapes from deep in his throat, one that sounds suspiciously like a groan.
What an addicting little sound it turns out to be.
Just as Tsukkiâs fingertips are digging into the plush skin of your thighs, Yamaguchi clears his throat loudly behind you. Kiyokoâs got her hand on your shoulder, pulling you away.
âY/n,â She says gently, tugging on your sleeve.
You gasp, realizing whatâs happened and reeling back quickly. Tsukkiâs fingers tighten in your hair for just a second, but he lets you go almost immediately, his eyes wide as he comes to his senses, too.
âWhat-â He breathes, gaze flicking in a panic between your lips and your eyes. You stare back, your heart pounding in your ears and your head spinning like a carousel. âWhat was that for?â
You just scan him, watching as a blush blossoms furiously across his cheeks, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You blink, your voice muffled in your ear when you respond.
âJust practicing. For Sunday.â
And then you whirl around, your back pressed against the bottom of the couch as you stare emptily at the TV. Yamaguchi snatches the remote from the floor and boosts the volume until thereâs no way you and Tsukki can have a conversation about this.
Kiyoko and Yamaguchi start to whisper furiously to each other after a few minutes, but you and Tsukki stay silent until it gets late enough that you all fall asleep.
â
You wake sometime around 3am, shifting and covering your eyes with a quiet groan when you realize the TVâs still on. The room is completely dark otherwise, so you have to search clumsily around the floor for the remote, still tired but thankfully not drunk anymore.Â
You only realize Tsukkiâs awake and sitting on the couch when you see that the remote is in his hand. His eyes are trained on the screen, unseeing, and heâs got his cup in his other hand. He flicks his gaze down to yours when he senses you looking at him.
âToo bright?â He mumbles, quiet enough not to wake your friends, Kiyoko sleeping on the armchair and Yamaguchi passed out on the rug. You shake your head, joining him on the couch and shivering slightly from the running air conditioner.
âBody heat,â You say plainly, and he rolls his eyes but allows you to press your side against his regardless. âYouâre gonna be too hungover for practice tomorrow if you keep drinking.â You gesture to the cup in his hand, watching a slow smirk stretch across his face.
âWhatâs wrong?â He teases, setting both the cup and the remote on the table in favor of draping his arm around your shoulders with an mocking lift of his eyebrows. âWorried I wonât do well on Sunday? You must really want to kiss me.â
You donât bother hiding the flush of your cheeks in the dark, too busy rolling your eyes. âYou recovered quickly, Tsukishima,â You say, your tone just as airy and full of amusement when his eyes light up a little at the use of his name. âAlcohol got you feeling confident?â
âIt had you feeling confident,â He counters, smirk deepening when he sees the embarrassment cross your expression. And then he leans into you, nose brushing against yours and breath fanning across your lips when he whispers to you.
You only realize heâs actually about to kiss you when his gaze drops to your mouth.
â My turn .â
You suck in a surprised breath, unsure what to do with the excited flutter of your heart when his lips turn out to be just as soft as they were before. Your fingers slide into the hair at the base of his neck, and you shiver when his hand finds your waist, his palm heated even through your shirt.
âStill cold?â He whispers against your lips, angling his head and smiling when you lean into him. You shake your head, because youâre suddenly so, so warm, but then you realize his breath doesnât smell like rum anymore.
âYou were drinking water?â You ask, a flash of heat spreading from the crown of your head down to your toes when he just kisses you again with an amused hum.
âDid you really think I would risk being hungover tomorrow?â
You breathe unsteadily, goosebumps spreading all over your skin when he drops his head and brushes his lips against a spot just under your ear. âWhy are you kissing me, Tsukki? Youâre sober.â
His breath is warm when it fans out over your throat, his voice low in your ear and muffled against your skin. â So are you. â
Your stomach flips. Heâs right.
âBut I wasnât the first time.â You lift your brows, mustering as much confidence as you can. âWhatâs your excuse? You wanna kiss me that bad, Tsukki?â
He lifts his head then, meeting your eyes evenly as a knowing look fills his expression.
âJust practicing, of course â for Sunday.â
The implication brings you pause, and then you laugh, covering your mouth so as to not wake your friends up. Tsukki watches you do it, a matching smile spreading across his lips.
Itâs relieving, being able to laugh about this with him.
After an entire week of moments belonging to the public â moments that have meant too much, with too many eyes on them and too much on the line to risk messing them up â this is one moment that belongs only to you and him. One moment when you donât have to think so hard.
Maybe thatâs been the issue all along.
âTsukkiâŠâ You start, meeting his eyes with an idea growing in your head. He hums, watching you closely. âWhat if we just⊠stop thinking so much about this?â
He doesnât say anything for a moment, only offering a long, slow blink. And then he tilts his head, the conspiratorial look in his eye all too enticing. Youâve been seeing that look your whole life.
âYou wanna have some fun, Y/n?â
Maybe youâre just as much trouble as he is.
âI could be into that.â
â
It turns out that â having fun â looks a lot like you sitting in the packed stands on Sunday afternoon, wearing the name TSUKISHIMA on your back and hiding your phone from your friends as you text him. Both teams are down below doing their pre-game stretches, and you wait for Tsukki to be near his bag pressing send .
You donât hear the quiet ding from where you sit, but you see his blond head swivel around at the sound. He extracts the phone from his bag, and you watch him read the messages.
[1:21 PM]
You: in case you forgot
You: winning this game comes with the added bonus of me kissing the soul out of your body
You: in front of all these people
You catch the smile that creeps out just before he smothers it, and your own smile is hidden behind your hand. He looks around, searching the bleachers until he finds you. He shakes his head at you, typing rapidly and sending his response just as Koganegawaâs approaching him.
[1:24 PM]
Tsukki: dont threaten me with a good time, you freaky little dementor
Tsukki: you WILL be paying up when i make the winning point
You snort into your hand, locking your phone and waving off Yamaguchi and Kiyoko when they give you matching looks of interest. The intro commentary starts shortly after, with the teams greeting each other through the net. The game starts promptly at 1:30 PM.
True to his word, Tsukishima Kei makes the winning point at 2:58 PM.Â
You watch in disbelief as his block sends the ball back over the net, spinning quickly and slamming against the floor between two players on the other team. Youâre left stunned in your seat as everyone jumps up, the name on your back screamed across the entire stadium as Frogs fans celebrate yet another win at the hands of their star rookie.
Kiyoko grabs you and hauls you to your feet, and you canât help the laughter that fills your body as you cheer alongside her.
By the time you find him in the mass of his teammates, Tsukkiâs already looking right at you. His teammates all jump around him, shoving and hugging and clapping him on the back.Â
But all he does is lift his arm, a single finger pointed right at you.
Yamaguchi makes a noise of surprise, and Kiyoko turns to you with a shocked smile.
âYouâre not actuallyâŠ?â
Tsukki crooks his finger twice, beckoning you to him with a satisfied grin.
'Show them who you are.'
Kyoutani sees you next, his smile widening as he cups his hands around his mouth and yells, in that deep baritone that shakes the room-
â Kiss! âÂ
Your laughter turns giddy, and you dart out into the aisle to get to the stairs. You take them two at a time, his oversized jersey fluttering behind you as you run down to the court. You hear the whispers and whooping all around you as the fans realize where you are and where youâre headed, but you ignore them in favor of meeting Tsukki halfway across the court.
The smile he gives you is that wild, genuine one that reminds you of your childhood â of playground sand boxes and toy dinosaurs, of excited storytelling and playing volleyball with Akiteru in their backyard.
Of a Tsukishima Kei who would pretend he knew nothing about why the class bully was suddenly sporting a bloody nose after making fun of your body â one who would pretend he couldnât hear you when youâd say you werenât hungry, only shoving a spoonful of his lunch in your mouth with that smile that would make you forget why you were crying in the first place.
Thatâs the Tsukishima Kei that picks you up now and spins you around like you weigh nothing, his arms wrapping around you while you tangle your fingers into his hair and kiss him like your life depends on it. He tastes like salt, and he breathes a laugh past your lips when the crowd starts to follow Kyoutaniâs lead, the room erupting in cheers and the thunderous chant of â Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! â.Â
â Congratulations, â You whisper against his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist. A shiver runs down your spine when he holds you there, his grip on your hips and thighs possessive and his body flush against yours.Â
You wonder if maybe heâd seen his life in your smile, too.
â You gonna greet me like this at every game? â He asks between kisses, the chanting and cheering becoming nearly overwhelming.Â
â Only if you win, â You laugh, barely able to hear the response he gives you even in your little pocket of solitude.
â Guess I should start training for Nationals.â
Youâd forgotten how easy it is to have fun with him.
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Anyoneâs little toy - Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader
Warnings: A tiny bit of degradation, nothing too bad, fem!receiving oral. Thatâs it really (?)
Type: Blurb
Request: N/A
Word Count: N/A
Prompt: Billy finds out readers lack of sexual experience.
Notes: This was originally for Jason Todd but maybe it fits Billy more? Idk shut up. Not proofread, I just needed to get this off my mind đ”âđ« send ideas, specifically Jason Todd and Steve Rogerâs in particular.
You donât remember how the topic was brought up, all you knew was that you were sitting on Billyâs couch, your back pressed against the cushion as he interrogated you.
There had been an awful amount of sexual tension between you two. Neither of you admitted anything to the other. You were too intimidated to bring anything up to him. You were happy with coming by to hang out with him when he called, talking about his day, your day, ordering food, playing games or watching TV. Sometimes when boredom hit, you even made out, but that was always as far as it went and it wasnât always.
You couldnât help but fantasize about it going further, about how he would feel, what he would look like. The closest you got was sitting on his lip with his hands having an ungodly grip on your hips. His kissing always kept you from this world, you forgot everything when Billy Loomisâs spit was in your mouth.
âWhat is it? Have you ever been touched?â Billy asked in a bitter tone. You were both grown, grown enough to have your own experiences, god knows he had his share. You never confused in him your lack of experience.
âUmâ your cheeks flushed red, adamantly avoiding his eyes, they were practically prying into you. The spotlight was on you this whole time, yet it felt like you were on a disgusting display before him.
âYeah of course I haveâ you lied. Your eyes still staring at the wall behind him, a frown present on your face in hopes of disguising your truth.
It was nothing to be embarrassed about, but you were ashamed to have a pathetically stupid amount of experience in the sexual aspect of your life.
Billy stared you down like if he was about to devour you, his frown activated across his face, head tilting to the side as he tried to match his eyes with you. âI donât know, youâre such a sweet baby. I donât think youâve ever been anyoneâs little toy.. am I right? I could be underestimating you.â
He almost spat out the questions, there was a tinge of jealousy, again, even if you were grown he still had a piece of hope that he could be the only one to see you sprawled out and chanting his name like if heâd show you a small gesture of mercy.
His breath felt hot against your cheek, his tongue peaked out to press against your skin. Your breathing fastened, your legs clenched together in hopes of getting some feeling of relief.
He was eating this up, overly proud of the position he had you in. âSweet little princess, why arenât you looking at me? Are you hiding something?â He teased, what an ass. You tucked your bottom lip into your mouth, your eyes refusing to look at his directly as if you could pull one over on him.
Your skirt folded into itself as you kept yourself from getting too close to him, he never went this far and you never went this far, with anyone actually. The embarrassment alone was going to set you off in tears, this was humiliating in the sweetest way.
âN-no im not hiding anything.â You spoke up, barely.
Your squirming was a delicacy to the mercenary. His eyes were prying into your movements, watching you get uneasy. He wanted to tear you apart right then and there. He was only ashamed it took him this long, but there was a long thought process behind his actions.
âI donât know Y/N. Somethinâs telling me youâre lying to me.â He sung, his head shaking sideways ever so slightly.
It was then his head dipped down to the side of your head, pressing a wet kiss on your cheek, slowly pulling away to watch your reaction. You were as pressed back as you could be in hopes of hiding without actually hiding. You had to check yourself to see if you were still breathing, what the hell was so shameful about this?
âBilly.â You breathed out, his face in front of yours, he slowly knelt down, hands reaching out to your thighs. He would never admit it now, but he could practically smell your arousal. Billyâs hands gripped onto you gently, the outline of his body completely covered you. He was intimidating as much as he was mouth watering.
âMmm?â He whispered as his hands soothed your thighs gently, his eyes finally dropped down to your figure. Your panties peaked out to him, causing his eyes to focus on your lower part instead. Billyâs thumbs maneuvered to the ends of your skirt, flipping the seam to push back closer to your hips, exposing more of your body to him. He did it so slow, enough to where you could stop him if you needed to, but you didnât want to.
You were nervous, shy, but you wanted to feel his tough more than anything.
âN-nothing. I just havenât-â you frowned again this time dropping your legs onto the couch slowly, sitting up in unison as your eyes finally turned to him. âIâve never, you know. Really been with anyone. I trust you, I just-â and there it came, the realization of what you just admitted.
Billy looked up at you, instead of pulling back, his eyes seemed to almost turn a shade darker, turning from your face, back down to your figure. âYouâve never been touched?â He raised an eyebrow, waiting for your response, still unclear with what you were trying to tell him.
âNo, I mean I have I just. Iâve never gone all the way, I donât know what to do.â You admitted without thinking, you absentmindedly pulled away from him and shifted yourself closer to the couch.
âDo you want to do anything with me?â His voice cracked the small silence between you both. You felt the redness approaching your face again, you only answered with a wordless nod. In return, the devious smile made its way back to his drying lips.
âJust tell me if itâs too farâ he warned you as his head dipped down again into your thighs, he warmed you back up with wet kisses across your sensitive skin, nipping and sucking at he warm pieces. Your legs responded in shifts, his hands then trailed again to your soft legs, moving them over his shoulder as he pushed his head further up to your core.
There was a change in his ache for you, again, maybe he wonât admit it now but the thought of making you feel good, to be the only one to taste you and leave you scratching at his back when you canât take it anymore, all the sinful ideas plagued his mind. The fantasy of it all awoke something primal in him, the more the idea saturated his mind, the more desperate he got.
His hands ran up to your hips, pulling you as close as he could to his face, his arms hooked around the bottom for your thighs to hold you in place, his fingers pushed your underwear aside, enough to give him some space to work, he flattened his tongue against your slick folds, causing your head to fall back at the intrusion.
You couldnât move even if you wanted to. Billy restricted your legs as his mouth opened and sucked into your clit. A gasp escaped your lips at the obscenity of his movements, you never felt anything like it, your legs rubbed against the sides of his head as his mouth moved more desperately by the second.
âBilly-â you whimpered out as his tongue swirled around your opening, your pink cotton panties were in the way of the whole experience but he was too mesmerized by your taste to get away from your pussy for even a second. Your thighs clenched every time he hit a sweet spot, he was careful not to overstimulate you too fast, he was going to try to get you as wet as possible before he fucked you.
His tongue flattened then pierced your hole, feeling the tip of his tongue pushed out by your body, taking turns exploring your folds.
Your head fell back again, feeling nothing but the warm wet spit invade your sensitive slick. Between laps along your cunt heâd pull back to mumble sweet obscenities, the hoods of his eyes dripping down in sweet bliss as he tasted your juices. âGood girl, youâre doing so good.â He praised as he felt your legs squeeze his head again when the pressure was too strong.
You didnât know what feeling you were chasing, all you knew was that it felt like you could stay here all day, little parts his tongue would swipe made you jolt, you could almost fall asleep in ecstasy.
It wasnât long until Billy noticed your comfortability, causing him to start lapping at your clit, his left hand pulled apart your folds while the other pulled your underwear aside. Your body sure felt the pressure now, you twisted your lower half without thinking to get away from his tongue.
Billyâs fingers let go of your panties and his index finger made circles against your clit, causing your body to flinch and little moans to escape your salivating mouth. His finger then prodded into you slowly before then just shoving itself as far as he could. His eyes wouldnât let you go as you squirmed and mumbled out incoherent moans.
âYou look so cute when you have something in you.â He muttered, watching you flinch and curl your body forward as he added another finger. You whimpered as he kept the pace, his eyes half closed with lust as you panted at his impatience to use you up.
His fingers moved in a scissoring motion, causing you to squirm again, this time moaning a little louder. âMaybe I do believe you havenât been played with. I havenât even started and I know youâre going to cream all over my fingers soonâ he hissed.
You pouted, your lustful eyes gleaming down to him, you would have something smart to say if Billy wasnât rubbing his hands all over your cunt, talking to you like you were a stupid girl chasing a high. His fingers rammed in and out of you in a steady pace, his palm ever so slightly pushing against your clit with every thrusting motion. You felt your body involuntarily clench.
Billy slowly stood to his feet, his hands never stopping or halting in the process. He needed to see you cum more than anything right now, more than you needed to feel it.
âGod if you could see yourself right now. You look so pretty.â He whined out as he looked down to you, you looked back at him, with a more prominent frown and an ache in your core. Your hips began to shift as he kept his pace, his left hand made its way up to swipe his thumb across your bottom lip.
âSo fucking pretty. Maybe next time Iâll bust a load on your face play with your pretty little cunt and get a picture. What do you say?â
You were wordless, before you could even get the chance to answer he curled his fingers, finding your gspot took him a little longer but when he felt your pussy clench around him he kept prying. You closed your eyes in despair to keep your climax going, bucking your hips as he kept fucking you with his fingers. âGood fucking princess. You look so fucking pretty, fuck.â He moaned, desperate to toss you around, fill you to the brim, he knew better than to go crazy with you so fast, but it wasnât like he had enough self control to take it slow.
Your body jolted involuntarily, your eyes squeezed shut as you cried out in pleasure. All those sweet noises for him to hear alone were enough to send him over the edge. This was going to be a long night.
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Y.D.L.R | MILES MORALES
⥠pairings & aus: earth 42!miles morales x barista!black!fem!reader (they are 19 in this for the plot's sake), exes 2 lovers au. ⥠summary: it's been three months since you broke up with miles. it took you those three months to get over him-- and now you finally have, until he unexpectedly âbumpsâ into you as you wait for your new man at a restaurant. and boy, does he have so much to tell you. ⥠warnings: cursing, arguing, mentions of sex i think? ⥠a/n: whew chile...my first e42 actual FIC FIC im screaming!! this lovely fic was inspired by my bae bae @luvjunie and her WONDERFUL PLAYLIST XOXO!! i love u endlessly <3 ⥠got a request? | masterlist ⥠âȘ - Y.D.L.R by Tory Lanez
There's something enigmatic about going on a date after a break-up.
Maybe it's the way your stomach flutters when plans are set in stone, or the way your lips inevitably curl upwards when you swipe your makeup onto your face to the beat of your getting-ready tunes.
Or maybe, it's just because it's not with Miles.
Your heart twists within itself at the very mention of his name, or at the mere thought of itâ that's for sure. Anything that had to do with him in the slightest had your stomachs in knots, the bitter taste of acid playing on your tongue when you dwelled on the past of your former relationship.
It was his fault, thatâs what you had settled on. Mostly to deny the fact that your chest locked whenever you saw him in public, or whenever he would come into your job during the morning time, ordering the same chocolate muffin and coffee that he always bought.
And you had to act like it didnât bother you, although it did, for a while. You always called him âMr.â when you saw him in person because the hurt restricted your mouth to even fix itself to say his name.
But months passed, and you were sick of coming home from work and falling asleep to the sound of your own tears hitting the pillow, accompanied by constant rewatching of old videos and pictures that you and Miles had accumulated over the past two years.
As long as your relationship was, you knew that it would be hard to get over him if you just sat around and sulked all day for the rest of your life. You caught yourself opening up the App Store and downloading multitudes of dating apps, at firstâ just for fun and games, until one guy that you matched with came into your work.
Sebastian was extremely different in relation to Miles. He was taller, buffer, and owned the deepest of emerald eyes, which seemed to always sparkle when he was under the opiate of light. He was kind-hearted and tender and often told you how beautiful you were when he had the chance.
He had the thickest of caramel curls and was two years older, as well, which definitely appealed to you because you assumed he would be more mature then your former lover. He introduced himself one day when you were working, sliding a twenty across the old oak counters as a âtip for your excellent service.â
Ever since he had became a regular at the shop, you would often go out with him after your shifts would end, which halted the amount of times you would see Miles at work, which you used to your advantage.
As completely horrible as it sounds, you didnât really have a strong intention to fall for Sebastian. He was cute and you were pretty and he liked taking you out, especially to lunch, which you viewed as free meals with a close friend. Until he started to hug you and place his hands on the curve of your waist when you walked down the street, thick and veiny hands kneading at the doughy flesh of your sides from time to time.
You didnât intend to fall for him until he kissed you on the cheek that night that he took you on a picnic and asked you to be his girlfriend. And when he looked at you with his deep, viridescent eyes, you couldnât say no. You had fell for him, so you nodded your head and whispered a âYesâ as he pressed his lips onto yours softly, so gentle and tender, like he was afraid to hurt you.
Eventually, time stretched to today, where you were celebrating your one-month with Sebastian. You were surprised you held out this long, but day by day, the mere memories of Miles had faded from your knowledge and you liked to keep it that way.
In current time, you tapped your phone with a freshly manicured acrylic, your other hand occupied with brushing away your setting powder that brightened up your under eyes. It was nearly six-thirty, and your date was at seven âo clock.
Sebastian claimed that he couldnât pick you up because it would ruin an alleged surprise, but you just shrugged it off as you finished off your look with a pair of lashes and red lipstick.
You carefully smacked your lips and smiled in the mirror as you grabbed your purse and phone, swiping it open and texting Sebastian that you were on your way.
As you walked out of your house and got into your car, some unknown emotion was crawling through your veins that made you anxious. Something was going to happenâ you were sure of it, but you couldnât quite place your finger on it. So you just set the feeling aside and sped over to the steakhouse that your date was being held at, paying for a valet parking spot and taking a seat at your table.
And thatâs when you got the text.
[from] seb <3: Hey sweetheart. Iâm running a little late, is that okay with you?
You felt a sigh tumble past your lips. There wasnât really much you could do other than just deal with it, so you informed him that it was all alright and that you would just order an appetizer to hold you over.
You were doing fine until you saw a figure outside the large glass windows that faced the front of the restaurant. It was someone in an all black suit, with two braids running down their back. And you wouldâve suspected it was someone else until you look at the shoes that they were wearingâ that being a pair of limited edition Jordanâs.
It was Miles.
Chambering up from your slumped position in your chair, y you watched as he spoke to some waitress about something, expressing his feelings through his hands. You felt a scoff hitch in your throatâ heâs never that expressive, so clearly something was up.
Wait.
Why should you care?
You have a boyfriend.
But something was still wrong, you could feel it.
Your eyes fixated on him as he walked towards your table, and your blood immediately ran cold when you saw him smirk at you, pulling out the reserved chair in front of yours, taking a seat on it. He folded his hands on top of the table, cocking his head to the side, âNice to see you again, mi vida.â
âDonât.â You warned shakily, shifting in your seat in full discomfort, âLeave. I wonât ask you again.â
âThis chair was a lilâ empty before I got here, donât you think, ma?â He questioned you, picking up a menu as his eye scanned the contents of it. âWhat you gonâ order? Iâll have whatever you have.â
âMorales.â You spat, venom laced within the mention of his name as your bracelet-clad wrist slammed against the table. It doesnât phase Miles, thoughâ his stoic expression still remaining, playing on his strong facial features.
Miles scoffs, a sarcastic and playful grin residing on his lips, âÂżQue pasa, mami? You ainâ miss me?â
âWhy are you doing this?â You questioned, but your inquiry is provided with no answer. Instead, Miles sets the menu down and looks at you with intense eyes, fire reigning in their irises as he speaks.
âIâm not gonâ sit here and front, Y/N, but that new, shitty excuse for a man you call yoâ boyfriend?â He tuts, âHe not the one for you.â
You give him a disgusted look, âI canât believe you would say that.â
âItâs just the truth. Iâve seen all the pictures on Instagram and whatnot, and sure, yâall cute. Iâm not even tight about it- but yâall just donât look right together. And he prolly not who you think he is-â
You immediately stand to your feet, hands grasping either sides of the table as you lean in close to the man in front of youâ so close that your noses are practically touching. âYou shut the hell up.â You hiss, âYou have no right to come here and give me a piece of your mind on somethinâ that donât even effect you. So you get up, and go home, or Iâll make it happen my own damn self.â
Thereâs a pause of silence for a moment before Miles chuckles at you, leaning back in your seat. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip so hard that it ought to draw blood, but youâre doing it to prevent the provoking of you screaming across the restaurant at him. He looks up at you with hard eyes, licking his lips, âAight. Iâmma let that slide, because you prolly hurt, and I understand. But Iâm tellinâ you that he ainât no good. Iâve seen it. I know. I ainât come here to win you back or nun- I came here because I actually care, but you canât seem to get that through your thick skull.â
Something about the way that his sentences roll of his tongue push you to believe that he isnât lying. You back off, crossing your arms, âIf you claim to know all this, then what is he hiding?â
âCome outside with me.â He says, standing up and heading for the door, just like that. And you follow him, because you know that his statement was much more of an order then a question.
Itâs late now, the moon shining over the sidewalk that you and Miles both walk on. He grabs your shoulders and moves you to the inside, switching so that heâs now walking closest to the cars. Your heart pumps with anxiety and your mind is swirling with questions that your mouth canât seem to form. All you can muster up is, âWhy are you here?â
âIâm not tryna hurt you, hermosa,â he starts, exhaling before he continues on, âBut I just canât see you with him. I knew I made you upset and shit and thatâs on me, I know, but after you left, everything you do seems to make me so sad. And I can promise you that that lilâ Sebastian dude is not gonâ treat you right.â
âYou donât know that.â You speak, continuing to walk until you realize that Miles has stopped. Heâs standing in front of a window to another restaurant, and when you peek inside, your heart shatters at the view that awaits you.
Itâs Sebastian, sitting with another woman who looks quite older than you are. Thereâs some sort of ring on the table and you assume itâs a promise ring, because itâs just in a simple box thatâs from Pandora. You immediately tear up, and Miles opens his arms and engulfs you in his embrace, although itâs unwanted from you at first, he still does it anyway. Youâre crying in his coat as he soothingly rubs circles on your exposed back, âI told you. I wanted to beat his ass but I knew if I did it without seeing you, you would be pissed off.â He then tucks his index finger underneath your chin, âIâm sorry, mami.â
You know he means it because itâs something that he rarely says. Itâs always âhis badâ and âhis faultâ, but when he tells you that heâs sorry, thereâs not a hint of untruthfulness in his statement.
âWhy do you do this to me?â You sniffled, looking up at Miles with soft, reddened eyes, âWhy are you the only one that seems to treat me right? I canât get away from you no matter how hard I try.â
Milesâ hand trails up from your waist to your cheek, where he leans in closer to you, âBecause youâre mine forever. Do you not realize that? Do you not realize that I would kill for you? I would burn down this entire planet if it meant that no one else could touch you. But youâre so hellbent on thinking that your somebody is some random on the Internet. And itâs not. Itâs me, Y/N. Iâm here.â His voice gets quieter as his eyes soften, âDonât go. Please.â
âFuck,â you cursed, sniffling with a small chuckle as you looked at him, âI left because you never told me the truth. You were always sneaking around and I thought you were with some other girl.â
âI wasnât, mi princesa, I promise that to you.â He starts, âWeâll talk about it later, but I was only looking out for you. Drop this piece of shit and come back to me, mama? Please?â
Youâre shocked at Milesâ demeanor. Usually heâs so nonchalant and laidback, but now here he is, begging for you to take him back in the middle of the moonlight. Thereâs not a bone in your body that even pondered about saying no, though, and the smooth kiss that follows his statement is more than enough confirmation that you belong to him, that you were his.
And if you were speaking truthfully, you always were.
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