#gym idiots 2020

[cookiebelle]

Me Fui de Vacaciones • Damian Priest x AFAB reader

Warnings • 2nd person pov (no use of y/n), reader is Afab but I did my best to be as inclusive and nondescript as possible

Smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected PIV sex, oral (m receiving), names (Gatita, baby, you get it), some extremely light kink (spanking, biting, choking, hair pulling), lil bit of Sir kink, size kink sort of, exactly two uses of the word “whore”, porn with an unnecessary amount of plot, tropes galore, idiots to lovers requires its own warning, bad Spanish translations probably.

Word Count • 6.2k words, I have no reasonable explanation for this.

A/N • This should go without saying, but I’m gonna say it anyway. This is a wrestling fic, featuring wrestlers. While wrestlers are indeed real people with real lives, they are also playing characters. The people mentioned in this fic are their characters, and in no way am I depicting the individuals who portray them.

Burning logs crackled. One. Two. Three beers became five. Your feet dug into soft, cool sand as you and your closest friends talked around a fire.

It was the beginning of a well deserved mini-vacation, and the five of you weren’t intending to waste a moment of it. So when you all arrived at the little beach cottage you had rented, even at nearly midnight, you were hell bent on getting the most of your time off. So the fire was built, drinks were passed around, and laughter carried across the beach.

Most people called your friends “The Judgment Day”. You just called them family, though. You had met Damian first, in 2020, the near end of his NXT career marking your beginning. He quickly became your mentor as you navigated the tribulations of what it meant to work for the company, a true friend among those who looked at you only as competition. Later, he introduced you to Rhea. Then the faction formed, and Finn joined the circle, then Dom. Your call up to the main roster occurred shortly after, during the draft. The celebration that ensued when you learned you would be working with the rest of the crew was legendary. These, truly, were your people.

And then there you were, a year later, feet in the sand. You played a light tune on your guitar as though it were the backing score to Bálor’s story, leaving the group captivated. Well, everyone but you. You were looking up at the stars, taking it all in, wondering how you could possibly be so lucky. You decided not to tempt fate by asking the universe that very question, but it seemed fate had its own ideas for this week.

“You good?”

Rhea’s voice pulled you from your daydream and all at once, everyone was looking at you. You realized, in your deep state of thought, your random plucking at the guitar had faded to nothing.

“So good…” you grinned, slurring slightly, at which the group chuckled and carried on with their conversations. Crisis averted. At least you thought. Damian’s gaze lingered on you when you looked back down at the frets of your guitar, but you didn’t seem to notice.

It was a drunken stumble back to the house, sometime around 3AM, everyone finally exhausted enough to end the day and refresh themselves for the next. Except you. As they all said their goodnights and retired to their respective rooms, you found yourself on the couch, unable to sleep and watching reruns of the same sitcoms you had seen a hundred times.

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“Hey… Hey you…”

You felt something… poking you?

“Hellooooo…”

You gasped and sat up, eyes wildly searching the room until you found Rhea standing above you. It was light outside, light enough that golden rays peeked through the curtains and illuminated her face. You glanced at the clock. 7am. Hadn’t you guys just gone to bed?

“We’re going to the gym. You coming?”

“I thought we were on vacation,” You groaned and laid back down, covering your face with a throw pillow as you realized how sore your back was. Why the hell did you sleep on the couch all night?

“Suit yourself. We’ll back in a couple hours.”

You rolled over, scrunched up but content as the footsteps left the house, got in the car, and drove away. Slowly, you dozed back off into that euphoric state of half sleep.

“Hey…”

Oh fuck. Damian. Your heart picked up and suddenly you were awake once more. You thought you had heard all of them leave, and yet…

“Hey, you awake?”

You remained rigidly still save for your breathing, even as you heard him approach. For whatever reason, pretending to still be asleep was your first and only instinct. It did you little good, however.

In one sudden motion, as if you weighed nothing at all, you were scooped up into his arms. Still, you pretended to sleep. Despite your heart racing. Despite how badly you wanted to lean into the safety and warmth of his chest. Despite the fire that sparked in your core every time you got close to him.

Yeah, you were down bad. The moment he got in the ring to spar with you that first time, you were a goner, and it only got worse as years went on. You had spent holidays together, traveled to countless cities and countries, bared your soul to him over late night gin and cigarettes. You saw him for what he was. When others saw a monster of a man, a Broken Angel as he was once called, you saw someone sensitive, fierce, and loyal. Even the flaws drew you closer, but you could focus on those another time.

You kept the feelings under the hat as best you could. The only time you let it slip was to Rhea, early on in your friendship, your eyes lingering too long on Damian as he walked away from the two of you. She promised to take the secret to her grave. That didn’t stop her from teasing you in private, though, or from dropping the subtlest of hints when you were all together. Hints Damian never seemed to get, or maybe he did. Who really knows?

Back in the present, he was carrying you… somewhere, that much you could glean with your eyes closed. And then you were placed somewhere soft. Already warm and slept in, like the comfiest hug. Wait… was this his bed? You breathed deeply and realized it was, regrettably, recognizing the scent of his hair left behind on the pillow.

He covered you with a blanket, pushing away some hair that had fallen in your face. It was a surprisingly tender gesture from someone like him, especially for “just a friend”, but that was something you had gotten used to. It was one of the many facets of who he was, showing his love with touch. He was always there for you with a hug when you needed it, or a rub to your shoulders after a good match, and he seemed to mess with your hair a lot, too. You thought nothing of it. That was just.. him.

You decided, as his hand drew away from your face, that now was as good a time as any to begin to stir. You slowly blinked your eyes open and looked up as he was still standing beside you, just turning to leave.

“Mmmm hello…” you mumbled, voice gravelly with sleep.

“Shit. Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you up… you just looked uncomfortable and I was getting up anyway so I figured…” He seemed almost nervous, immediately pulling his hands away from you.

“No, it’s fine,” you cut him off, stretching for the first time in what felt like days, “thank you..”

“Okay, well.. you sleep. I’m gonna make breakfast..” he turned back to leave and you quickly grabbed onto his hand, tugging it backward.

“Too early for breakfast. It’s your bed. Come lay down…” your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard every word.

It wasn’t as though you two hadn’t shared plenty of beds. Traveling on tour was like that. With Dom and Rhea paired off, and Finn preferring to be alone, you two often ended up in a room together, and thanks to Damian’s stature that meant sharing a single king bed. Of course, you didn’t mind. Not even as you laid awake all those nights, trying to quell that burning need you couldn’t seem to shake when you were so close yet so far from him. You wondered how he could sleep, how he couldn’t feel your nervous energy from across the bed. Maybe he could, and just paid it no mind.

This time was different, though. Charged. Like the energy you felt shooting through the fingertips that touched him was somehow a mutual exchange. Like if you pulled your hand from his right now, you would see the electricity connecting them. You couldn’t explain how or why, all you could do was tug on his hand as he tried to decline your invitation.

“There’s no way you’re not tired, come on…”

And, after a moment of your insistence, he reluctantly obliged.

There was a dip in the bed, and you hummed happily as a strong arm wrapped around you, hugging you close for a moment as he got situated. You rolled onto your side, facing away from him so you could hide your secret little smile. Strong arms wrapped around you again, to your surprise, and you shifted until you both were comfortable laying there in each other’s space.

You two always ended up like this, once you finally found yourself able to sleep. You would wake curled up against his massive frame, him holding you in a manner that could only be described as possessive. It was almost as though he was protecting you in your slumber; From what, you weren’t sure. Bad dreams? Aliens? You always played it off as though you two just enjoyed the closeness, drawn to each other in the unconscious. You’d vehemently defend to Rhea that it was strictly platonic. The butterflies in your throat disagreed.

It felt like every single cell in your body was vibrating. You thought there was no way that you could sleep, and yet you felt your eyelids droop as his warmth spread around you. Once again, you dozed, your body weightless despite being hyper aware of the fact that you were pressed up against him. His shallow, sleepy breaths puffed across the top of your head, but you would later learn he was also not sleeping.

No, he was in the same predicament as you. Pretending to sleep while his mind raced and the smell of your hair drew him further into this downward spiral. It was all innocent thoughts at first. Friendly. Looking forward to spending time with you and the others over the next few days. Then he opened his eyes, catching a glimpse of your peaceful, sleeping face and a switch flipped. Suddenly he was consumed by the thought of waking you up and taking you then and there, finally giving into the urge he felt every time he got close to you. Every time he watched you wrestle. Every time you smiled at him from across a room, or fell asleep on him during long flights, or gave his butt a pat as he walked out from Gorilla to the ramp. He valued your friendship more than that urge, though, and it’s stopped him every time he’s nearly gone through with indulging it.

Lost in your thoughts, you only barely registered the fact that he had scooted a little bit closer to you than before, hips flush with the curve of your ass. Something else pressed against you, something somewhat firm and insistent. You blushed, trying to muffle the faintest gasp at the realization of exactly what it was. He had to be sleeping… right? Would he do this if he wasn’t?

You didn’t know what to do, frozen still by the options before you. You could ignore it, pretend to keep sleeping and act as though nothing was happening. That was the safest option. You two could proceed as usual, protecting your friendship for the long run while you pined for him still. Or… you could give in and acknowledge it, say fuck it to all of the doubt and uncertainty.

Fuck it.

You moved to back yourself up further against him, making sure to slowly grind your hips and drag your ass against the clothed protrusion. You heard a low, barely audible noise from him, spurring you on as you arched your back slightly and once again pressed your ass into him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing…” he whispered under his breath, not wanting to wake you if this was all just some kind of cruel joke the universe was playing on him. His hand went from holding you across your waist to slowly tracing a line down your side, stopping at your hip and squeezing gently. You hummed again, softly, leaning into his touch.

It burned where his fingertips made contact with your skin, feeling that same electric energy as before, stealing the breath from your lungs. It was now or never, you decided, no going back from here. A calculated risk, but you were always so bad at math. Slowly, you reached back, grabbing hold of his hip and using the new leverage to really grind against him. You heard a low rumbling, like thunder in his chest, fingers digging into your hip.

“Don’t tease me…” another barely audible growl of a whisper. You chuckled softly, putting on an air of confidence in spite of your hammering heart, moving just enough in his hold to turn your head and look innocently at him. God, he loved that look. He propped himself up on his elbow, looking you over with a glint in his eye you’d never seen before, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Who’s teasing?” You offered a smile over your shoulder.

“I mean it…” he brought you closer to him, his lips finding your bare shoulder. He placed a kiss on it, then bit down softly, eliciting the tiniest gasp from you. Another kiss, another bite, another low, sleepy whine from you as your hips begged for more friction. His hand on your hip pulled you back as he rocked slowly into you. God, why did he have to make this so good? It was bad enough that you were past some kind of point of no return, but every press of his hips to your behind only made it worse, forcing tiny moans out of you. Officially helpless to the way your body was reacting to his touch, you didn’t bother resisting it any longer. Your hand on his hip reached between the two of you, teasing along the waistband of his boxers before reaching in. Your hand slid tentatively down his pelvis, running over smooth, hot skin before finally wrapping around what you were looking for.

It was damn near as intimidating as he was. Long and thick and heavy, twitching slightly in your grasp as he grew harder. You couldn’t help but utter a quiet “Fuck”. His chest rumbled as you stroked him a few times, and you couldn’t help but groan with him, the slick heat of your core only growing more overwhelming with each glide of your palm. You felt lips on your neck now, doing the same as before. A kiss, a bite, then another soothing kiss as you mewled at the sensation, your walls clenching around nothing, absolutely begging for him. You’d be lucky if you made it out of this without him marking you, but would that really be lucky? You kept on with soft, slow strokes, breathless as he continued to focus on your neck.

“Are you sure we should do this…” he breathed in your ear, your movements slowing as you processed his question. He was giving you one last out, it seemed. One last opportunity to say “you’re right, let’s stop”, though you both knew you had already gone too far to come back from this. But, with no hesitation, you nodded.

It all happened so fast after that. In half a second you were flat on your back, eyes wide as you tried to choke out something clever or witty to say, completely failing. He wasn’t touching you yet, but nonetheless you were pinned, his massive frame caging yours entirely. Your eyes cut down to discover he’d slid his boxers off, hard cock hanging between his legs. Fuck, it looked even better than it felt. Your gaze wandered back up to his confident smirk. He knew what he was working with, clearly. Smug bastard.

“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice…” you couldn’t help but laugh, doing everything you could to look normal, ignoring the steady beating in your ears.

“Just couldn’t help but notice you admiring something…” he chuckled, then leaned back down to kiss your neck, and suddenly your mind was mush again except for him.

You were ripped from your thoughts as you found your top being pulled off and your breasts exposed, his mouth immediately attaching to one. He was all teeth and tongue, frantic and desperate, years of tension finally breaking the dam and rushing through his veins. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, writhing and gasping as he played you so expertly, somehow finding every little sensitive spot and knowing exactly how to wring the most pathetic little sounds from your throat. Had your nipples always been this sensitive? You couldn’t remember. In fact, this all felt so new, like it was your first time all over again. His intense focus turned up to you as he switched to your other breast, the eye contact enough to ruin you both. You broke it, certain you would come in an instant if you held his dark eyes any longer.

Damian let go of your nipple with a tug of his teeth, leaning up to finally kiss your lips, both hands holding your face. White heat burst behind your eyes as his tongue immediately assumed dominance over yours. You wrapped your arms around broad shoulders, moaning shamelessly into his mouth as tongues danced and one of his hands moved to firmly hold your jaw. He only broke the kiss to speak, lips just centimeters from yours.

“Pretty little thing… me estás matando…”

Your loss for words left you grinning stupidly in response. You, killing him? While you’ve lost all sense of chill, not even bothering to pretend to be casual about this? He kissed the smile off your face, biting and tugging on your bottom lip as he pulled away, leaving your lips to chase his as you whined with need. It was strange, the fact that you needed him. You’d had plenty of partners, plenty of good sex. Sure, you wanted them, but this felt like you’d surely die if you didn’t feel him inside you soon. Like your body would simply vaporize without his touch. Maybe this was how it was going to be from now on, feeling like something was distinctly missing when he wasn’t touching you.

Your flimsy cotton shorts were the next to go, his lips finding every inch of exposed skin down your abdomen and claiming it as his own. Eager hands glided down his shoulders and back, taking in the way each muscle flexed as he moved along your body.

His energy was impossible to place, manic but calm. He knew exactly what he was doing, but still moved with an urgency as if the two of you would be caught any moment. Which… was partially true. In a moment of clarity, the rest of the crew came to mind and your heart picked up at the realization that they would be back soon, and this would be over. Or worse.. they could find you two, passionately entangled. What would they say? What would HE say? You feared he would deny it, too ashamed to admit he felt anything for you, even just lust.

Your thoughts continued to race, eyes closing as you panicked. You tried to be discreet about it, but if anyone knew your cues, it was Damian. He moved back up to you, a strong yet delicate hand wrapping around your throat as he kissed you. Well, that was one way to knock out the intrusive thoughts.

“Look at me,” he squeezed ever so slightly as your eyes focused, his tone stern yet soft, “whatever you’re thinking about. Doesn’t matter right now. Tell me what does.” Another squeeze.

“You.”

“And what else…”

“… me?”

“Good girl.”

Another kiss, another squeeze, and he was gone. Back to leaving bite marks down your body. He came down to your panties and let out a silent, somewhat shaky breath. Finally. Finally he had you right where he always wanted you. It was almost overwhelming, but he didn’t let onto that. His fingers gently traced over black cotton, finding a damp spot along the seam of your cunt.

“Oh gatita,” he kept focus along that spot, shooting sparks through your entire body with how inexplicably sensitive you were, “is this all for me?”

All you could do was whimper in response, letting your head fall back to the pillow as your hips chased his fingers, begging for more. He granted you that extra friction, mouth falling open as he watched you shamelessly grind against his hand.

And then he pulled away, leaving you whining from the loss. In a blink, your panties were tossed to the floor and finally the two of you could take in the sight of one another. It took all of the self control he had not to split you open on his cock right there, but he resisted, instead kneeling between your open legs.

You looked up at him, breathing out a barely audible “please”. You nearly took him out right there, his composure faltering as he fully looked you over.

“Perfect,” he exhaled, readjusting his position and giving his straining cock a few lazy strokes, making sure you were watching. Oh, you were watching, nearly drooling at the sight.

His hand found your pussy again, gently swirling a thumb around your clit, eyes locked with yours and hand still slowly working his cock. He wanted to see every reaction, every little microexpression, he wanted it all. He had waited this long for you, years of picturing you in this exact moment. He wanted to savor everything.

You moaned through your bitten lip as he teased, not daring to look away from him. He had you captive, it seemed, frozen in place and begging for anything he could give you. Which is why you whined so pathetically when he pulled his hand away, once again.

He sucked your essence from his thumb, savoring your sweetness. You hummed at the sight, closing your eyes, only to feel his grip on your jaw a moment later to tilt your head up toward him.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice deeper, more serious. You didn’t dare disobey him, looking up like a deer in headlights. Something about that voice… you couldn’t quite place it. He growled lowly, bringing his hand back down to your cunt. He collected some of your juices on his finger, running it up and down your slick folds before slowly, agonizingly sliding it inside.

He still gripped your chin, daring you to look away as you whimpered at the sudden fullness. You had always admired his hands, giant and strong and rough, yet gentle. You’d wondered how they would feel in this exact scenario, often finding your mind wandering as your own smaller hand worked to your release in the late nights. It was beyond what you had imagined, so much more. His finger found a slow, steady pace, filling you perfectly and yet not enough all at once. You moved your hips with his rhythm, mouth slack in euphoria, eyes still trained to his.

“So fucking good for me, look how well you’re taking it,” he praised, letting go of your jaw to let you look down at where his finger was disappearing into your tight hole. Then, as you watched, he added another finger, wrenching a moan straight from your chest as your head fell back once more. Now the pace picked up, the thrusts of his hand stronger, more precise as he curled his fingers to find that sensitive little spot. You gasped and panted pathetically as he played you so expertly, looking back down at his hand only to fall back onto the pillow, overwhelmed by the sight.

It’s unfair, how he seemed to know you without knowing you. Without much effort at all from him, you found yourself closing in on climax, your panting gradually becoming uninhibited moans of “Please. Please. Please.”

“Please what, gatita?” He cooed, slowing the pace ever so slightly as he leaned over you.

“Please. Just. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Just don’t stop.”

“Oh, don’t stop?” He slowed just a bit more, grinning down at you. You could only whine in response, hips moving sloppily now, trying to encourage him to fuck you faster. Harder. He obliged… for the moment. Your walls slowly grew tighter, your moans more heady and uncontrolled. You felt the coil tighten. Tighten. Tighten…

And then he slowed again. Painfully. Your orgasm held at bay, he couldn’t have appeared more smug, knowing exactly what he was doing. You looked up at him, flushed and desperate.

“Why’d you do that?” A whine, to which his response was simply to kiss you. Again, he picked up the pace, adding another finger, making sure you felt just how much he stretched you. Oh, you felt it. Your vision went blurry at the sensation, focusing on him and only him.

It didn’t take much to bring you to that edge again, the coil tightening even more, threatening to break with every rough pump of his fingers. He was hovering over you now, leaning down and biting on your shoulder, sucking a mark into it. Apparently, he didn’t think about the consequences of that… or maybe he didn’t care. Nevertheless, he bit again, smirking into your shoulder as you arched your back and rode his fingers, dramatically chasing your high. You were so, so close, every muscle in your body tense, hands scratching down his back.

“Come on, baby. Come for me.”

It hit like a brick to the face after that, overtaking you in every way as you moaned and gasped, holding onto him for dear life. He nuzzled his face into you, kissing and sucking marks down your chest to your abdomen, every press of his lips electric.

Everything felt blurry and yet razor sharp, every muscle in your body twitching in the aftershocks. You barely registered that he had kissed back up your body, hands on either side of your head as he waited above. His lips locked with yours the moment your eyes focused, your hands immediately twisting in his hair, holding him as close to you as you could.

You felt the weeping head of his cock prod at your folds, one of his hands guiding it to rub against your clit, still sensitive from your first orgasm. You mewled with anticipation, your hips grinding down against him.

“Patience…” he breathed against your lips, your hips stilling as he slowly slid inside. Just the head. A gasp from both of you. And then another inch. Fuck. And then another. And another. Until you felt all of him and all you could do was pull him in for another consuming kiss. He started with a slow pace, almost sweet, letting you get used to his size. It quickly grew intense, rough and fast, as he let himself fall into the demands of desire. Your hands grabbed at anything on him you could as he overwhelmed you with his force.

It really was unfair, the way he was fucking you. You didn’t stand a chance against him, not finding a single opportunity to gain the upper hand, left only to meet his thrusts with reckless abandon as you moaned with each moment he filled you. You liked it, though, being at his mercy. You trusted him, strangely. You could probably get used to this.

He’s stronger than you thought possible, his grip on your thighs surely bruising you as you writhed and arched your back at a particularly delicious sensation within you. You couldn’t help but close your eyes, completely lost in the rhythm and harshness of the snap of his hips. He bared his teeth as he fucked you harder. Faster. Tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the intensity. And then his hand was over your mouth, his eyes off you for the first time since this dance began. He was scanning outside the open window, watching a car come down the street, thinking it could be the rest of the group. That didn’t mean he stopped fucking you. In fact, it only got more intense.

“That’s right. Fucking take it.” he was back to looking down at you and your wide eyes, burying himself so deep inside you, you were sure he was ruining you entirely, “that’s it, baby. Tell me how good it feels.” Except he didn’t pull his hand from your mouth, smirking as you attempted to speak anyway, your mind too gone. That is.. until he slid himself fully inside, grinding his hips against yours. You moaned out loud, sure that the neighbors have heard you by now, your walls squeezing around him and feeling the drag as he pulled his cock out entirely.

“On your knees,” a simple order, and yet your brain was static. You blinked up at him before shaking away the fog and turning yourself over, wiggling your ass in his face just a little. His growl shook you, two strong hands grabbing hold of your ass and squeezing.

“Love this ass. Always loved this ass. Estuve soñando al respecto,” he kept squeezing, spreading you and groaning at the sight. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction, giving it another shake in his face. Suddenly, you felt teeth on flesh, letting out a yelp that quickly became a satisfied sigh, your head dipping down past your shoulders. Somehow, you didn’t expect his hand to come crashing down on you, the slap against your ass ringing out in the empty house. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, too immersed in the moment to acknowledge anything but the way your back arched and your chest created the most depraved noise you’d ever heard.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” Another slap, you gripped at the bedsheets to keep yourself grounded, “you like being treated like a whore?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered involuntarily, nearly slapping your own hand over your mouth at the realization of what you’d said.

“What.. did you just call me?”

“Nothing…”

A ruthless slap, “Tell me.”

You sobbed at the impact, “sir.”

The growl in his chest shook you, and with little warning his cock was pressing to your folds once again, sliding in with ease and setting a brutal pace right off the bat. You dropped to your elbows and arched your back, eyes closing as your head once again dropped. Of course, he took advantage and leaned over you, one hand finding the back of your head and pressing you down into the bed, holding it there. He slapped your ass with the other, laughing when you moaned into the mattress. It left the prettiest pink handprint, he almost wished he could get a picture of it.

You couldn’t believe the way he was fucking you. Like— like a whore, just like he said. You’d think he’d be gentle with you, being your first time together, that he’d want to show you how worthy he was of your pussy. In a way, he was showing you that. He was showing you his worth by fucking you absolutely stupid, and you were loving it. So much that you weren’t far from another climax, feeling your walls tighten around him, dragging such a beautiful sound from him. His hand found your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling your head off the bed. You cried out, steadying yourself on your hands. It was overwhelming, every sensation he subjected you to, to the point that you felt completely delirious with pleasure, all sense of control lost. You fucked yourself sloppily back on his cock, his fist pulling tighter on your hair. The tears pricked your eyes again, eyes whiting out.

“Ohhh fuck, are you coming? You filthy little—” he didn’t finish, groaning as your cunt rhythmically clenched around him, his own thrusts growing more erratic. You didn’t even hear him praising you with little ‘good girls’ and whispers of how good you feel, your head clouded with the sounds of your own depravity. You rode out your orgasm for what felt like hours, nearly collapsing as your body ceased quaking.

Your brain was working in half time, barely registering that he was still fucking you slowly, trying to bring you back to reality. You tried to speak, but the words were completely incoherent.

“Need a minute,” you finally mumbled, reaching back and grabbing his hand that rested on your hip. He obliged, pulling out and laying down beside you, pulling you into his arms. Your breath caught gradually, your mental faculties growing stronger by the second despite your throbbing cunt. You sighed contentedly, leaning up and kissing him for just a moment. You had your own ideas, now, and one in particular overtook your thoughts.

You kissed him again, grabbing hold of his cock, still slick with you. Your hand stroked him softly as you shifted down the bed, timidly tapping his leg as to ask him to open them. He did so, and you climbed between them, licking your lips as his cock bobbed in anticipation. You took him hungrily into your mouth, not bothering to tease, too eager to feel him.

Now it was your turn to show how unfair you could be, expertly taking him deep into your throat, holding there until you choked. Immediately, he was gone, head falling back on the pillow until he realized he would rather watch you. Your hand assisted your bobbing head, using your tongue to lap at every vein and ridge of his perfect dick. His groans and words of encouragement and yes gatitas only fueled you, giving everything you had to taking him. You almost wanted him to cum right there, to lose all composure and fill your mouth. He had other plans, however, pulling you by the hair off his cock and admiring the fucked out look on your face.

“So fucking pretty,” he mused, pulling you up to him and kissing you. It was all a ploy, of course, and you let him guide you to straddle him, your hips hovering just above his waiting cock. He ordered you to look at him, your brain already to fuck drunk disobey, eyes fixed on him as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Go ahead, take it all,” he couldn’t help but grin, brow furrowing in pleasure as you did just that, your own face mirroring his. It was almost too much, almost. Getting your balance, you slowly began to bounce on his lap, leaning on his shoulders for leverage. From there it was an endurance test, the pleasure of riding him only tainted by the strain it put on your knees. Still, you continued, his hands finding your hips to help bounce you on his lap, mewling when his hand crashed down on your ass.

You loved having the power. Loved watching his face twist in pleasure as you grinded your hips down onto his. … and you loved that it took little effort for him to suddenly flip you onto your back once more, placing your legs up around his shoulders as he sunk back into you. Every thrust was slow now. Powerful. So much so that each one knocked you back into the wall. It didn’t matter, you were too delirious by the way he was abusing that little spot inside you, seeing stars as you looked up at his concentrated face.

It was close, again, a climax brewing in your core that nearly overtook you the moment you felt it. Your sighs and moans became whines, hands gripped the sheets below you as he just continued with each knock of his hips to yours, folding you up as he leaned forward and somehow sunk impossibly deeper inside you. You pleaded to him, begged him, did everything you could to encourage him to keep going, please. Just another minute. ‘I’m so close’. But he didn’t even have time to stop, the wave crashing over you as the last ‘please’ left your lips and all you could hear was ringing in your ears and the sound of him grunting through each perfect squeeze of your walls around him.

And suddenly you heard something new. A breathy sort of noise intermixed with ‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’ as his thrusts grew less calculated. Almost sloppy. His hips jerking with every thrust until he couldn’t stall any longer.

“Come on, Papí. Come for me…” you breathed, certain you were tearing the sheets at this point while your cunt pulsed around him, still coming yourself.

Papí. That was all it took for him to fill you, painting your walls as his fingernails dug crescents into your thighs. You laid there, chest heaving as the two of you shared a blissful moment, eyes locked in the realization of what had just happened. And then, as if to dispel the little voice of worry in the back of your mind, he let your legs down gently and climbed up beside you, taking your face into his hands and kissing you. It wasn’t a particularly passionate kiss, but it was perfect for that moment. Perfect enough to ease that budding anxiety.

“We should do that again…” he whispered into your ear, breaking the tension in the air as you burst into a laugh.

“I was thinking the very same thing.”

——

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[hispipsqueak]

Training Camp

Tsukishima x F!Reader - fluff

TW: college au, drinking mention, mild cursing, jealousy, pretty fluffy. There is one mention of reader having long hair.

A/N: wake up besties, Pip posted. I’ve been writing this off and on for like months just as a comfort fluff piece but I decided to finaly share it after some sweet feedback. I hope you like it. It’s v self-indulgent bc i am a SIMP. 

Everyone is 18+

Hinata was yelling.

Tsukishima rubbed his temple. It was 6 AM and the team was on their way to an intercollegiate training camp. He was not excited. The cold bus was a stark contrast to the soft warm bed he left too early this morning.

The training camp was going to gather a few different schools so he was going to see his friends, Bokuto and Kuroo. He was hoping to work on a few more blocks with them, to improve his playing. However, having to deal with HInata and Nishinoya on the bus was testing his patience.

"Screaming isn't going to make you any taller, idiot." He hissed at Hinata. Hinata made a face and was about to shout back until he was interrupted by Ukai.

"We are pulling into the camp. I expect you guys to be on your best behavior as you're representing Karasuno University." He parked the bus and the guys started loading out their bags. Everyone was buzzing, excited to see their friends and test out new skills. Tsukishima pulled his headphones around his ears and started moving his bags to the team dorms.

"OI TSUKKI!" A boisterous voice shouted from behind him. He was immediately enveloped in a hug that lifted his tall frame off the ground.

"Bokuto...it's like 7 AM." Akaashi muttered, wiping sleep from his eyes. He nodded at Tsukishima who was grateful toward the dark-haired man for getting the giant owl to let him go.

"Tsukishima! Aren't you glad to see us?" Another cocky voice came from the corner. Kuroo sauntered in before clapping him on the shoulder. Tsukishima rolled his eyes.

"I feel like I see enough of you two, especially since you added me to a groupchat that you won't let me leave."

"To be fair, they won't let us leave either." Kenma muttered from behind his Switch. Akaashi chuckled in agreement.

"Anyway, Karasuno better be prepared because the practice matches are gonna go HARD!" Kuroo said laughing. Kenma rolled his eyes and they headed back to the Nekoma dorms. Bokuto's laugh echoed in the hallway and Tsukishima was just grateful the actual practice wasn't starting for another two hours so he could nap.

"Welcome all to the intercollegiate training camp for 2020! We are glad to have you all here!" The man running the camp said. He was an older athletic coach and was going to assist with match setup and drills, though individual matches and team practices would be run by each respective coach.

"Sorry I'm late, I got stuck in traffic!" You said running into the gym, tossing your bag on the nearest bench.

"Ah! Glad to see you –" The older coach started before the yelling commenced.

"Y/N!!!" Bokuto shouted, running and spinning you around. Kuroo ran up as well and gave you a tight squeeze.

"GUYS STOP HOGGING HER!" Noya shouted before running up to squeeze a hug in as well.

It seemed all the older boys knew who you were, though Tsukishima had never seen you before. A few other guys shouted greetings and waved, from each team. You smiled and Tsukishima felt his body grow tingly. He rolled his neck and focused on the older coach, who began speaking again.

"As many of you know, this is Y/N. She's our resident medic and will be taking care of anything you guys need. Y/N, a few words?"

You grinned. "Hello guys! I'm glad to be back here. As Coach Sato said, I am Y/N, your medic. Please meet with me before you leave today to get my contact info in case anything occurs after hours and you need assistance. I'm in the Medic dorm, so feel free to come see me whenever!"

You bowed slightly and waved before turning back to the older man.

Tsukishima wasn't sure why he felt restless all of a sudden but he pushed it out of his mind as the coach discussed the agenda for the day.

----

Day one was grueling. The drills were tough and since everyone had vastly improved, everyone had to work harder to top each other. Tsukishima saw you a couple of times, discussing things with Coach Ukai and Coach Sato. You were always smiling, and it seemed everyone was drawn to you. You complimented Daichi on his receives, laughed with Tanaka and Noya, and even got Kageyama to crack a smile. You were walking towards where Tsukishima stood when a guy from another team skidded across the floor, 

You jogged over to pull him up and check him over. Tsukishima couldn’t help but feel a pang of something...wash over him. Why was he so...aware of everything you did? You were just some girl whom he didn’t even know. Yet, like everyone else at the camp, he was drawn to you for some reason. He had to snap out of it. He put all his effort into playing for the rest of the session and even Daichi complimented his newfound energy.

They were wrapping up for the day and Tsukishima headed to the bench to grab some water when he felt a soft voice calling his name. He turned around and you grinned at him.

“You’re...Tsukishima Kei right? I’m Y/N! Sorry to bug you, I just wanted to give you my number.”

Tsukishima gulped, swallowing too much water. His face reddened as he tried not to spit up water all over you. You laughed, the sound pouring over his heart like warm honey, and patted him on the shoulder.

“Sorry! That sounded weird. It’s just in case something happens I can rush over if you need medical assistance. Sometimes you’ll get hurt in practice and walk it off only for the pain to worsen late at night or something. So don’t be afraid to text me any time of day, if needed.”

He nodded and handed you his phone. You input your number and smiled before heading over to speak with the coaches again. He looked at his phone.

Y/N 🚑 😉

Fuck.

----

“Tsukki!” Bokuto’s booming voice echoed across the hall. Tsukishima looked up from his book.

“Kuroo, Akaashi, Kenma, and I are gonna work on some blocks later. You should join us!” 

Tsukishima looked back down at his book. He was exhausted and about to tell Bokuto no until Kuroo walked into the room.

“Bo, I reserved the back gym and Y/N agreed to stay with us for practice tonight.” He said, tossing a volleyball in the air. “Tsukishima, you joining? Or are you too tired? I know you crows are weak.”

“Shut up, stupid cat. I’m fine and I need to practice some blocking anyway.” Tsukishima said a little too quickly.

Kuroo cocked an eyebrow. “You...you of all people are agreeing to extra practice? We have to drag you to spend time with us and now you are so...eager? Interesting…”

Kenma, who was behind him smashing buttons on his Switch, smirked without looking up from his screen.

“Probably because of Y/N.”

Kuroo let out his classic hyena cackle, eyes wide.

“NO! You have a thing for Y/N?” He asked incredulously.

Bokuto’s jaw dropped. “TSUKKI YOU LOVE Y/N?!”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, trying to hide the blush creeping up his ears. 

“No I don’t LOVE Y/N. I don’t even know her.” Tsukishima said, trying to remain casual.

“You wouldn’t stop staring at her the entire day. Every time she was on your side of the court, you slammed on the ball like some final boss. Also, you choked on your water when she talked to you.” Kenma said, still engrossed in his game.

Tsukishima glared at him. Kenma ignored him, unfazed. 

Kuroo grinned wickedly.

“So, we have a new plan. Get Tsukishima to confess to Y/N.”

Bokuto clapped. ‘YEAH! Tsukki, you gotta tell her how you feel.”

Tsukishima turned back to his book. “I don’t FEEL anything. I don’t even know her. I’ll see you guys tonight. To practice, not for some ridiculous love story.”

Kuroo and Bokuto shared a conspiratorial look.

Operation: Tsukki and Y/N was a go.

----

“Y/N! Fancy to see you here!” Bokuto said grinning mischievously. You furrowed your brow.

“Did Kuroo not tell you I was going to join you guys tonight?” You turned toward the raven-haired boy, who glared at Bokuto.

“Yes, Bokuto just doesn’t listen. Anyway, we are just waiting for one more...there you are!” Kuroo threw a megawatt smile to someone behind you. You spun around to come face to chest with Tsukishima. His gaze narrowed as he looked down at you. You gave a small smile and cautiously stepped back.

“Oh! Tsukishima. I didn’t realize you’d be joining! Great, because I don’t know if I can handle these four by themselves.” You smiled, gesturing to Kuroo, Kenma, Bokuto, and Akaashi. 

Kuroo tossed a volleyball up in the air. “Now that we are all here, let’s practice.” You took this as your cue, to head to the sidelines and finish up work for the day. Once you were safely out of earshot, Kuroo leaned in towards Tsukishima.

“‘This is your chance. Show her how good you play. We’ll even go easy on you!”

Tsukishima shook his head.

“I’m not here for some girl. I’m here to get better and improve. Play me to win or don’t play.” His honey-tinted eyes held a fire behind them that Kuroo had never seen before. He shrugged and the boys split up on either side of the net to start practicing.

You watched them from the sidelines, while filling out your reports for the day. You knew most of the guys from previous training camps. Tsukishima, being a first year, hadn’t met you until today and you didn’t get a whole lot of time to interact with him throughout practice so you could tell he still hadn’t warmed up to you just yet.

You watched as the guys jumped, and methodically blocked the ball from scoring on their respective sides. It was amazing to see really, especially because you knew these guys outside of the court. Akaashi, who was one of the sweetest people you knew, was slamming the ball over the net like a man in war. Bokuto, who normally was all over the place, was hyper focused on preventing the ball from passing the wall of him and Tsukishima. Even Kenma, who normally showed very little passion outwardly, did an impressive dig to stop the ball from hitting the floor.

You tried to gauge some sort of personality from Tsukishima. He was methodical, calculating every move from each member and putting himself in a way that forced his opponents to do what he wanted. His demeanor changed from apathetic to focused and driven and for a first year, he had a lot of skill. You hadn’t had a chance to really gauge who he was outside of a first impression so you made a mental note to focus more on him in the coming week.

Your phone buzzed, pulling you away from the practice.

Yūji : hey bbygirll ;P

You rolled your eyes. Terushima was always overly flirtatious, though harmless.

Y/N: Hey Yuuji, what’s up?

Yūji : throwing a party ths wknd N u better goooo ;)

Y/N: mmm...maybe. Who’s all going to be there?

Yūji : literally evry1. Tendou n Ushiwaka, Oikawa  (🤢) and those guys from Seijoh, some guys from inarizaki, maybe some from ur training camp thing, and YOU

Y/N: FINE. But I might bring backup since last time I had to take care of your drunk ass.

Yūji : :D can’t wait to see you

“Y/N!” 

You looked up. The guys had finished their practice and were staring at you. 

“Sorry, Terushima was talking about some party this weekend. You guys going?”

Kuroo nodded, “Thought about dragging Kenma to it. You going?”

You shrugged. “Maybe. I’ll go if you guys go, because I don’t wanna have to deal with that mess alone again.”

Bokuto laughed. “We should go together then. It will be a good way to end this week.”

He looked at Tsukishima. 

“You have to go with us Tsukki!”

Tsukishima shook his head. “No way. A party with loud, obnoxious drunk people? I’m fine, thanks.”

You giggled. 

“Come on Tsukishima! It’ll be nice to blow off steam from this week, plus I’d kill to see you at a party.”

Tsukishima looked over at you, his expression unreadable.

“Fine.” 

-----

The rest of the week was tough but fun. You got to see all the boys improve, and you even managed to get Tsukishima to crack a smile a few times. You couldn’t deny that you were showing a slight favoritism toward the tall blonde. You told yourself it was because he was so difficult to reach, but you couldn’t help but seek him out in each practice.

Turns out you didn’t have to look far today.

“Medic!” Coach Ukai shouted. You looked up from your clipboard and saw a group of boys crowded in the Karasuno area. You jogged over there and the boys cleared.

Tsukishima was standing in the center of the circle, clutching his hand. You could see it was red, swollen, and bleeding. You pulled on gloves, and started inspecting it, gently squeezing and prodding to see where the pain was at.

You pushed on his knuckle and he let out a low groan. 

“Ouch. It looks like you may have dislocated this. Come with me back to the medic bay, and I’ll patch you up.” You led him by the elbow to your office. He remained silent but you could hear his breathing had become heavy.

You motioned for him to sit in the chair as you started pulling out different creams and aids to ease the bleeding first. 

He hissed as you applied pressure to his finger.

“Sorry, Tsukishima. It’s just to stop the bleeding so we can start working on your knuckle. This is going to sting okay? So keep your eyes on mine.”

Your voice was soothing and he felt his heart slow down as you started pulling out some sort of tonic. You looked up at him and he tried to focus on anything else but the blush creeping on his face. You smiled at him and then…

“FUCK!”

The tonic you sneakily applied on his wound BURNED. You held his hand firmly, while avoiding the injured area.

“Don’t move too much or you could hurt yourself worse.” You said while wrapping a small bandage around his finger.

Your hands felt so delicate in his. He almost forgave you for the stinging. Almost.

“Okay, let’s look at the swelling. Can you move it at all?”

He tried and his finger gave a pathetic twitch.

“Okay, so that’s not broken. I think we’ll just splint it up, but you may want to follow up with your doctor if it becomes more of an issue after a couple of days.”

“Can I still play?” He asked. 

“Definitely not today, but you should be good to go by next week. Unfortunately, you’ll be out for the rest of this week.” You gave him a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry.”

He exhaled slowly and nodded, though you could tell he was disappointed, which surprised you a little. You busied yourself putting away your tools and pulling out the wraps. “So you really like volleyball huh? Wait…sorry, of course you do. Just…I didn’t peg you for being so passionate.” Face burning, you turned around digging in a cabinet.

“I’m not like Bokuto or Hinata, if that’s what you mean.” His voice was quiet and you snuck a glance back at him. He was staring at his finger. You waited for him to continue but he stayed silent.

Grabbing the supplies you needed you sat in front of him and pulled your tray next to you. “Yeah those two can be a little…enthusiastic.” You laughed and reached for his hand. He hesitated a moment and you grinned. “No more tonics, I promise.”

His hand dwarfed yours and he felt his mouth go dry as you delicately ran bandages over the injury. Why did he suddenly become hyper aware of how close your knee was to his? He looked away, blood rushing in his ears. He suddenly realized it had gotten silent and you were looking at him. Fuck. “Uh, sorry.”

You smiled, that smile that made his hands tingle with electricity. “I was just asking if you were excited about the party this weekend.” 

Fuck, The party.

“I know, it can be a lot. But I’m glad you’re going. I’m excited to see you in party mode.” You winked and he felt his heart stop for a second. “Anyway, you’re all done.” You let go of his hand and he tried to push away the emptiness it felt now. “I’ll let Coach Ukai know and I’ll see you this weekend.”

—-

“Hey Tsukki…how was your chat?” Kuroo sidled up to Tsukishima who was sipping water on the bench. Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Bokuto slid on the opposite side, sandwiching Tsukishima in the middle. “So did you tell Y/N you love her?” 

Tsukishima glared at him. "No. And I don't love her. She just bandaged my finger."

"Oooh romantic. You guys were in there for a while." Kuroo said, winking. Tsukishima forced himself not to look in your direction, instead focusing intently on his water bottle. 

A whistle blew and the guys headed to their respective teams. Tsukishima allowed his gaze to wander over to you. You were looking at your phone, a small smile on your face. You must have felt his gaze because you looked up, meeting his eyes. You shot him a small grin, before you were distracted by Lev tripping on a mat. 

Tsukishima looked back down at the bandage wrapped neatly around his finger.

"Fuck."

—-

"Okay boys. We gotta make sure Tsukki looks good." Kuroo declared, dragging Kenma, Bokuto, and Akaashi behind him. 

Tsukishima looked up from his book. "What are you talking about?"

"The party tonight. You have to dress to impress. You want Y/N to fall for you, don't you?" Bokuto said, rummaging through the closet. Kuroo looked Tsukishima up and down. "Is that what you're wearing?"

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. "Yes. I don't need fashion advice from a rooster and an owl, thanks." He didn't mention that he had gone through three different shirts before settling on the current one he was wearing.

"He looks fine. We better get going anyway." Akaashi said, looking at his phone. Kuroo looked at Tsukishima smugly.

"Don't worry. She's meeting us there. So we can pep talk you on the way."

Tsukishima grabbed his jacket. "You are delusional. There's nothing between us." He turned away, trying to ignore the buzzing in his stomach. The guys headed to Bokuto's car, piling in as Bokuto drove to the party. 

—-

Bass boomed from the house and people were strewn everywhere. Tsukishima saw a few people he recognized as he walked in. Oikawa and his cronies laughing in the corner, the Miya twins dominating the beer pong table. Kuroo led them to Terushima, who was doing a shot of an amber liquid.

"Yo, where's Y/N?" Kuroo asked. Terushima made a face as the liquid went down, before pointing to the staircase. Tsukishima turned.

You looked incredible. Your hair was down from its usual ponytail, and it spilled down your back in long waves. You wore a tight shirt and jeans that hugged all of your curves and had that gorgeous smile on your face. You were standing next to Ushijima, listening intently to him discuss something before you nodded, replying back with something that made the large man smile. 

"Oi Y/N!!" Bokuto yelled, and you turned, blinking at the interruption. You excused yourself from Ushijima and walked to where the guys were standing. 

"Hey guys! Glad you finally made it-" You started before Osamu Miya tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around and he gave you a tight hug. "Hey come be my partner for this. `Tsumu got Suna and he's scary good." You nodded before waving a quick goodbye to the guys and followed Osamu to the beer pong table. 

"Don't worry Tsukki, she's just really popular. We need drinks." Bokuto said, dragging Tsukishima to the cooler in the kitchen. Tsukishima narrowed his eyes. "I'm not worried. I didn't come here for some girl."

Bokuto fished two beers out of the cooler, handing Tsukishima one. "Exactly. Play it cool. Girls love that." 

A cheer came from the beer pong table and Tsukishima glimpsed Osamu carrying you in a celebratory hug. 

"Tch."

Kuroo sidled up next to him. "Miya's been desperate forever. She won't give him a chance. In other news, Oikawa brought his fan club with him." He rolled his eyes, gesturing to the gaggle of girls that were whispering next to the pack of Seijoh boys. They were all young, way too young to be at this college party and definitely overdressed. Oikawa and his crew barely gave them a second look, choosing instead to laugh amongst themselves.

The tall one, Mattsukawa, Tsukishima thought his name was, turned to Oikawa and whispered something before stalking toward the table.

As Tsukishima watched, he headed toward you. He saw a glimpse pass between Osamu and him before Matsukawa approached you. You listened, before nodding and laughing, turning to say something to Osamu and walking back to Oikawa's group. Oikawa's fans shot daggers at you, as you hugged Oikawa and talked animatedly with the group. Tsukishima frowned into his drink. You were friendly with everybody. He didn't know why he had let Kuroo get into his head.

The room felt hot and he slipped out the back door. The cool night air was refreshing on his skin. The house was near a dock, which was probably not the safest for drunk people, but it was quiet. Tsukishima walked along the wooden planks, the party sounds dying down as he moved further away.

The moon was bright, reflected on the water. He remembered an old story his mom used to tell him, something about a kingdom on the moon. He sipped his drink. 

"There you are."

He turned around. You walked towards him and sat next to him at the edge of the dock. He became very aware of how alone you both were out here.

"I was looking for you. Guess parties aren't really your thing, huh?" You laughed, pulling a bottle of water out and taking a sip.

He shook his head. "People aren't really my thing." He cringed internally. Why did he sound so pretentious?

"I definitely understand that." You nodded, looking out towards the water.

He blinked. "You seem pretty popular." 

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt his ears burn. Now you would think he was some crazy stalker, watching your every move. 

Surprisingly, you didn't seem fazed.

"I know a lot of people. It comes with the territory. But, sometimes I feel like…I don't know. None of them really know me? Ugh that sounds cliche, I know." You groaned. 

He laughed, in spite of himself. "That does sound cliche." 

You laughed. "Tsukishima! You're supposed to pretend I said something profound, not agree with me!"

Tsukishima shrugged, biting back a smile. He liked the way his name sounded on your tongue. You said it almost like a song, Tsukishima. 

You scooted closer to him on the dock. "But cliches are cliches for a reason, right? There's some truth to them, I think." Your arms wrapped tightly around yourself and you shivered. 

Tsukishima unzipped his jacket and draped it over you. "Here. Aren't medics supposed to be prepared for anything?"

You smiled, grateful for the warmth. "Well yeah, but then we can't steal jackets from grumpy volleyball players." You teased.

You were inches apart now. Tsukishima could see the glitter in your lip gloss, reflecting the moonlight. Your lips looked really soft. He felt his face burn and turned away, grateful for the darkness. 

The wind blew a heavy breeze and he shivered in spite of himself. Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around him. 

His pulse raced. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears and smell the sweet perfume you wore as it enveloped him. He froze and felt you shrink back.

"Sorry! I thought, since I stole your jacket I…uh…" You stammered and a buzzing noise came from your pocket. You fumbled with your phone and answered it. 

"Yeah. What?! No. No. So? Why did you- no please. Well can anyone else-? Uh-huh. But- I-..." You frowned as the line went dead. You looked upset, your brow furrowed and bit your lip. 

"Um, so that was Kuroo. Bokuto got drunk and threw up in the car and so he asked me to take you to the dorms since they don't have room. Um…yeah." You trailed off, fidgeting with the zipper on the jacket you wore. 

Tsukishima got the feeling you were not excited about spending time in a car with him. 

"I can just find a ride."

Your eyes widened. "No! I mean, I don't mind. We are going to the same place. Um, here's your jacket. I parked uh, pretty close so we can just head there right now." You hopped up, yanking his jacket off and handing it to him stiffly. He blinked and took it from your hands. You avoided his gaze and you led the way to your car. 

"Door is unlocked." You said and he opened the door. A waft of your perfume, that damned intoxicating scent, washed over him. He squeezed into the passenger seat and you fiddled with the radio, tuning to an old rock station before checking your mirrors and backing out.

Your hands drummed on the steering wheel as you drove, determined to not look at Tsukishima. He looked out the window, the tension in the car thick.

What happened to make you switch your mood so fast? You seemed jumpy, almost in fear of him and he was 1000% sure you would rather be anywhere else. 

You pulled into the parking lot of the dorms and stared straight ahead, your knuckles white. Tsukishima waited a moment before undoing his seatbelt.

"Er, thanks."

You nodded, still avoiding eye contact.

"Of course, no problem. Sleep well." He closed your door quietly so as to not disturb the dorms and slipped into his room.

You finally sighed, looking at your passenger seat where his dark jacket laid on the seat.

"Fuck."

—

Tsukishima quietly slipped through his door and flicked on the light.

"Hey hey hey how was it?!" Bokuto yelled and Akaashi shushed him. Tsukishima stumbled back.

"What the hell?"

Kuroo clapped him on the shoulder. "I told you, we got your back. So did you kiss her??" Even Kenma looked up from his game.

Tsukishima frowned. "No. What the hell? I thought you were drunk." He said, pointing at Bokuto.

Akaashi smiled. "Of course not. I wouldn't let him get drunk and drive." Bokuto nodded solemnly.

Kuroo shot his signature cat-like grin. “We told a tiny white lie. But more importantly, did you make a move?!”

The boys waited impatiently. Tsukishima sat down on his bed.

“No.”

Bokuto jumped up. “What?! Why Tsukki????” He cried out, Akaashi desperately trying to shush him.

Kuroo stared incredulously at Tsukishima. “What? Why not? You two looked cozy on the dock!” 

Tsukishima narrowed his eyes. “How did you see us at the dock?”

Kenma shrugged, turning back to his game. “It’s a Pokestop. I was trying to catch a Wartortle.”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. He looked at his phone, scrolling past your contact info, the winking emoji taunting him from the small screen.

Kuroo sat down beside him. “What happened, bro?”

Tsukishima took a deep breath.

“Nothing. We talked on the dock and then she got really weird and distant and it was very clear she did not want to give me a ride, thanks for that by the way, and she drove us here and barely spoke to me. She didn’t even look at me when I left.”

Three pairs of eyes stared at him stunned. 

“Wait, what? She was VERY clearly into you based on the picture Kenma sent us.” Kuroo said, scrolling through his phone. “Look.”

He pulled up a picture of you and Tsukishima sitting very close on the dock. It was blurry and far away but he could make out the image of you in midlaugh. If he hadn’t been there, he wouldn’t have believed that was the same girl who barely spoke two words the entire drive home.

“I don’t know! She just started stuttering and wouldn’t talk to me.” Tsukishima said, exasperated.

Bokuto looked close to tears. Akaashi hummed. “Well what happened before she started acting strange?”

Tsukishima thought back. “She was shivering because she was dumb and didn’t bring a jacket. I lent her mine and we were fine. And then she hugged me and when she pulled away she got distant.”

The room was silent. Then Kenma spoke up. “Did you hug her back?”

Kuroo laughed. “Of course he did Kenma, what kind of question is that?” He looked at Tsukishima and then frowned. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

Even Bokuto looked aghast. “You didn’t hug her back? She gives great hugs, what the hell, Tsukki!”

Akaashi cleared his throat. “I think what they are trying to say is, that was a stupid move. She thinks you rejected her.”

Tsukishima frowned. “What?! I didn’t have time to react. She was hugging me and I just…I froze, okay? I don’t do well with that stuff. By the time I realized what was happening, she was already handing me my jacket.”

Bokuto facepalmed. Kuroo grabbed Tsukishima by the shoulders, shaking him. “YOU LET HER GIVE YOUR JACKET BACK?!” 

Akaashi groaned. “So now she thinks you rejected her and probably only gave her your jacket out of necessity.” 

Even Kenma looked annoyed. “Practice is going to be weird tomorrow.”

Kuroo looked over at Tsukishima and frowned. “Wait, where’s your jacket?”

Tsukishima looked down.

“Fuck.”

—--

Tsukishima woke up and stared at the ceiling. Coach Ukai pounded at his door. 

“Up and at ‘em! Just because you’re finger’s broken doesn’t mean you can stay in bed!”

He sighed, throwing on his practice gear. He stared at his phone, willing a text to come in from you. Or maybe you would just pretend he didn’t exist. That might be helpful too. He stared at the ground.

Ukai pounded at the door again and Tsukishima sighed.

When he got to the gym, he glanced at the area you usually worked, near the coaches. There was no sign of you. He re-tied his laces, fiddling with the knots. 

“She’s not here yet.” Kuroo muttered from behind him. Tsukishima looked up. “Weird, because she’s never late.” He looked pointedly at Tsukishima before he headed back to the Nekoma team and Tsukishima frowned. 

With each slam of the door, he expected to see you saunter in, laughing as you carried your clipboard. When Coach Sato blew his whistle, you still hadn’t arrived.

“Teams, we expect some good matches today. As you may have noticed, Y/N is not here today as she is under the weather. If you have any injuries, please reach out to Coach Itto here who will assist you for the day.”

A short man bowed to the teams and Coach Sato blew the whistle again. 

Tsukishima headed to the area where Karasuno was stretching. Nishinoya was talking to Tanaka.

“Sucks that Y/N is sick today. I was gonna show her my new receive.” He said and Tanaka nodded. 

“I heard there was some wild party last night. Maybe she’s hungover?” He guessed, laughing. Sugawara, who was stretching next to them, frowned. “I doubt it. She’s responsible and wouldn’t do something like that. I hope she feels better soon.” He noticed Tsukishima staring. “Tsukishima, aren’t you two friends? If you see her, tell her we hope she feels better.”

Tsukishima looked down, saved by Ukai’s whistle. 

—-

Your phone buzzed.

Bokuto: Hey Hey! Are you feeling okay?

You smiled at the screen, typing a message back before collapsing onto your pillow.

Y/N: I’m okay, just a little under the weather. How about you?

Bokuto: I’m doing great! I gotta go tho because Akaashi is staring at me. Bye!

You grinned. He was definitely cheery for a person so drunk he threw up in his own car the night before. You sank back into bed.

You knew it was a coward’s solution, avoiding Tsukishima by missing practice. But ugh, you felt like an idiot. You were sure he liked you, he gave you his jacket for crying out loud. But then when you stupidly made a move, he just…stared at you. You shivered thinking about his look when you let go of him. Ugh, he probably thought you were some lovestruck schoolgirl. 

You groaned, covering your face with your blanket. Peeking out from under the covers, you spotted his jacket on your desk. He had been so freaked out, he left it in your car. Now it taunted you as a reminder of how you threw yourself, literally, at him.

—- 

The last whistle blew in the gym and Tsukishima grabbed his water bottle as he turned to leave. He ran smack into Hinata.

“Oi Saltyshima! Watch where you are going!” The tangerine yelled at him, rubbing his head. Hinata carried a box in his other hand. 

“What’s that?” Tsukishima asked, gesturing to the box. Hinata smiled wide.

“We are going to take snacks to Y/N’s dorm so she feels better. You want to come with us?”

A few other boys perked up from their respective teams, including unfortunately, Bokuto and Kuroo. Kuroo sidled up next to Tsukishima.

“He would love to go, RIGHT TSUKISHIMA?” He turned, glaring at the blonde. Bokuto stood on the other side of him, boxing him in. Tsukishima sighed, taking the box from Hinata’s hand.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

Hinata glared at him. “No way. You don’t get to take credit for these snacks!” 

Tsukishima stared down at him. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Daichi came between them. “Tsukishima will tell her that they are from you. But we shouldn’t all go. It will overwhelm her.” He looked knowingly at Tsukishima. “I think Tsukishima should go alone.”

Tsukishima looked down at the box. He shrugged. 

“Fine.”

—-

The walk to your dorm was long. Tsukishima dreaded having to face you. You probably hated him, which he didn’t mind from other people, but didn’t want that from you. When he thought of your eyes scrunching up when you laughed, the way your hand felt over his…it made his stomach hurt. He finally could delay the trip no longer. He reached the medic dorm and knocked.

It was silent. He waited a moment before knocking again.

“Y/N?” he called. No answer.

He looked at the box in his hand. Should he just leave it here? Should he leave a note? He heard voices coming towards your dorm and turned around.

You were walking with Osamu Miya, that damned smile on your face. You laughed at something Osamu said before you noticed Tsukishima standing there.

“Tsukishima! Um, what are you doing here?” You looked at the box in his hand.

He shoved the box into your hands, not meeting your eyes.

“Hinata sent these for you and says he hopes you feel better.” He turned around, walking quickly back to his dorm, ignoring your calls of his name.

—

Tsukishima ignored his phone as it buzzed on his desk. He tried to focus on his book, where he had re-read the same line at least 5 times. His phone buzzed again and he glanced at the screen.

He didn’t know whether to be relieved or frustrated that it wasn’t a text from you. On one hand, he wanted you to feel guilty. But on the other hand, what did you have to feel guilty for? You weren’t together. You could talk or date anyone you wanted, even Osamu Miya, though he didn’t know why you would choose him. The guy had grey hair and was just as annoying as his stupid brother.

A knock at his door broke him from his thoughts.

“Oi Tsukishima, open up!” It was Kuroo. 

He tried to ignore the door, focusing back on his book. He banged on the door again.

“Tsukki, I know you are in there and I will wait here all night.”

Tsukishima groaned, getting up to answer the door.

“What?”

Kuroo barged in, followed by Kenma, Bokuto, Akaashi, and surprisingly, Daichi. The guys stood in a weird semicircle around Tsukishima’s bed.

“Well, what happened?” Kuroo asked. Bokuto nodded, looking excited. “Did you finally apologize for being an idiot?”

Daichi nodded. “They filled me in. Please tell me you fixed this.”

Tsukishima sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Everything is fine. She was out and got there when I was about to leave and I gave her the stupid box.”

Akaashi looked at him. “What did you talk about?”

Tsukishima shrugged. “We didn’t. She was with Osamu Miya and they were coming back from somewhere so I just handed her the box and told her it was from Hinata.”

Daichi, Kuroo, and Bokuto groaned. Akaashi stared at him, disappointed. Kenma was focused on his game.

“Well, did you declare your love for her? Kiss her in front of him or something?” Bokuto asked and Tsukishima rolled his eyes. 

“No. Clearly she’s over whatever happened. The end. She’s with Osamu. Can we stop this stupid romantic comedy bullshit?” Tsukishima said, frustrated. 

Kuroo grabbed his shoulders. “Tsukishima! She would never choose Osamu. That guy has been chasing her for YEARS and she has never said yes. She missed practice today because you were a dummy who hurt her feelings. You need to go make this right!”

Daichi nodded solemnly. “Tsukishima, you don’t understand. There’s something big there between you two. Everyone can see it. The tension between you two is insane. Osamu probably called her at a time when she was vulnerable and hurt. You need to tell her how you feel.”

Tsukishima looked at the guys. Even Kenma was nodding along. Tsukishima groaned and sighed.

There was a knock at his door.

“Who is that?” Kuroo whispered. Tsukishima shrugged. “Probably Hinata to ask about the snacks.” He answered the door.

You stood there, shivering and wet, holding a plastic bag.

“Hey!”

Tsukishima closed the door.

“Was that her?” Daichi asked and Tsukishima nodded. 

“Open the door idiot!” Kuroo hissed. Akaashi pointed to the bathroom and the rest of the boys silently herded into the small room. Tsukishima swallowed hard and re-opened the door.

“Hi.”

You shivered again and he blinked. “Shit, sorry er, come in.”

You gave a small smile and stepped into the room. He grabbed a towel from the small closet and handed it to you.

“Um, here.”

Taking it, you nodded. “Thanks. Sorry it rained on me when I was walking here.” You quickly tried to dry your dripping hair. The room was silent except for the occasional droplets of water.

“Um, I uh, I brought your jacket.” You said, extending the bag to him. 

He looked at your outstretched arm and silently took the bag from you.

“Thanks.” He placed the bag on his desk. 

The two of you were silent again. Then you both began.

“About–”

“So–”

You laughed. “Um, you go ahead.”

He swallowed hard.  “I guess you are feeling better.”

Inside the bathroom, Kuroo facepalmed silently.

You nodded. “Uh, yeah. I was just feeling really uh, weird this morning.”

The room got quiet again and you concentrated very hard on the floor tiles. He spoke first.

“I’m really bad at this.”

You looked up. “Bad at what?”

He sighed and fiddled with his fingers.

“I’m not a person who talks about feelings. Or very good at reciprocating them…appropriately? I feel things, obviously, but–” he trailed off.

“I’m sorry I hugged you. I thought I was getting a vibe but then I saw how you reacted and it made me realize you do not like me like that. I shouldn’t have been presumptuous.” You said quickly. Your face was flushed.

He blinked.

“I do though.”

Your eyes met his. “What?”

He nodded. “Like you, I mean. In that way.” His face was reddening and you had the urge to kiss his cheeks.

You stared at him. “Wait what? But you–” 

He sighed. “I froze. I told you. I’m not good at expressing these things and it was overwhelming, a cute girl on top of me.”

You blushed, then frowned. “I was not ON TOP of you.”

He smirked. “Yeah, you kind of were.”

You pouted, and he had the strongest desire to kiss your lips. “Tsukishima, I was NOT on top of you!”

He cocked his head to the side. “Are you calling me a liar, Miss ‘called in sick to work today’?”

Your mouth fell open in mock offense. “Tsukishima Kei, you are a mean guy.”

He smirked, again. Stupidly handsome mean guy, you thought.

“JUST KISS ALREADY!” a voice from the bathroom startled the two of you. You turned to the noise and Tsukishima grabbed your face, surprising you with a kiss. Your eyes widened in shock before you melted into his embrace. His lips were soft and you felt fireworks exploding in the back of your brain as all the stupid drama floated away for this moment.

You didn’t even notice the trail of boys leaving the bathroom, Kuroo stopping to shoot a thumbs up at the two of you.

“God I love training camps.”

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Biggest Idiots of the Month 2016

We're back to this! Read the 2015 BIoM's here.

Biggest Idiot for January 2016:

Biggest Idiot of the Month is once again "RIchard Katellis" from Kit n Kay Boodle, this is where his alleged stories took a turn for the creepier. He has sex with his girlfriend in front of his girlfriend's mom and girlfriend's mom jacks off to it, also we learn they do, ergh, roleplaying. Thankfully none of this happened in real life. (Although the ending panel really insisted it did) but it still makes you wonder why did Albert Temple think this was a good story to publish to the internet??? Especially the vitriolic Internet of 2000's???

You could make the argument Myrna is a runnerup for agreeing to this and their roleplaying, but I think Shirley is the real runnerup here for being complicit in this ludicrous fantasy. The second runnerup definitely is Kit for doubting that Gods of Yiff exist despite HAVING EVIDENCE OF THEM CLEARLY EXISTING. There were no Dominic Deegan runnerups oddly enough, maybe because Celesto debuted this month.

Biggest Idiot for February 2016:

Biggest Idiot of the Month is Incognito Vixen from Kit n Kay Boodle, which...yeah, she deserves it for being genuinely the most annoying character in the comic. She loves to lick pussy, ask for anal sex and enforce same species relationships, I mean what.

Only runnerup this month was Lady Szark, because of her terrible plan to kill her husband and her freeing Infernomancer moments after being frozen. If Miranda wasn't there everyone would have fucking died.

Biggest Idiot for March 2016:

This month was much more stacked in terms of idiots compared to last two months, but Kit n Kay Boodle's streak continues, as Biggest Idiot of the Month is Incognito Vixen for the second time in a row, Kit and Kay Boodle tell her they are mildly disappointed in her not being able to keep an eye on the rat and she throws an ENORMOUS SHITFIT to the point she tries to erase herself out of existence. Calm the fuck down girl.

As for runnerups, this month we had the infamous hateable fucking taxidriver dog who keeps jacking off instead of doing her job, we had Shirley Mouse go on a BIG CRENDALL style freakout over their parents getting into a pseudoincestous bizarre relationship, we had Rachel from Dominic Deegan begin her obsession with BUTT-LESS CHAPS and lastly we had Bret Taggetry being the gym class nightmare born strawman. Completely unrelated to anything else, his month I also learned not liking anal masturbation makes me a puritan.

Biggest Idiot for April 2016:

Skamm you stupid horndog. You earned the Biggest Idiot of the Month with your horny fantasies induced by the existence of least attractive bara of all time, Kir Kiridan. Skamm being turned into a drooling idiot at the sight of him is a character assassination of the biggest level but thankfully, he does have a redeeming moment with him being made into Mitchell's puppet, actually maybe Mitchell is the bigger idiot.

This month did mark the debut of R-Mobs in Dominic Deegan, and the infamous Penelope the Pain storyline that never went anywhere. Maybe she ditched a train ride somewhere with Ernie. Other runnerup was definitely Bunko's girlfriend from KnKB for never shutting up about the Hammer of Love.

Biggest Idiot for May 2016:

You are probably sick of Kit n Kay Boodle hogging the spotlight every month but the good news is, it's finally over. And the final winner for final Month is Bunko. Looking back a lot of what Bunko says that isn't using "Islandia Pacifica" over and over like it's a twitter buzzword in 2020's, feels like Proto-Family of Intelligent Life shit. Basically, Bunko is so goddamn smart about being right and anyone who even remotely disagrees with Yiffburg's hedonistic way of life is an enemy who needs to be brainwashed or perhaps even eradicated. This should more than anything prove Richard and Albert were the same person.

Other runnerups for this month were Dominic Deegan for starting his whole "World Saving Pessimist" spiel, Infernoprancer for having one of the stupidest superforms in webcomic history, and a certain superheroine in training by the name of Heather Brown who made her debut after the end of KnKB, expect to hear more from her soon.

Biggest Idiot for June 2016:

But that will have to wait, the biggest idiot of the month is Infernoprancer, for disguising himself as Dejah, a previous Biggest Idiot of the Month winner. That is...the most asinine disguise he possibly could have taken. And it didn't work!

Runnerups for this month included Spinny for being an idiot and also...surprisingly enough, Sahira for straight up making homophobic assumptions.

I mean, the rest of the comic proved her right but rereading this, this is so fucking out of left field, almost like Kraw is a hack.

Biggest Idiot for July 2016:

Yup, this is where Dominic Deegan was at his worst behaviour-wise. Him acting like a complete and utter manchild did NOT help his quest to stop Serk Brakkis. I know the comic frames as Dominic being in the wrong at the end of the story, but still, it doesn't do good enough job condemning him.

Other runnerup is Spinny, again, for being an idiot.

Biggest Idiot for August 2016:

Who else would it have been? Like, do I even need to explain why STONEWATER was the obvious winner?

This month had surprisingly strong contendership though even if they were still light years behind Stonewater's Idiocy levels. Dominic Deegan, because of his manchildiness, could have PREVENTED THE ENTIRE BATTLE OF BARTHIS ARC FROM HAPPENING if he paid attention to that stupid ring, and we also had Spinnerette being a crybaby over her stupid arms. I miss it when there was a conflict where Spinny had to drop her arms every other issue, and her reaction to it became worse and worse until...actually, I won't spoil it for now.

Biggest Idiot for September 2016:

Dominic Deegan's streak continues with Spark getting his second victory. Spark going on a serious rant about Deegans wanting to save Szark, and then going back and shitting on Szark after trying to defend him proves why he is still the biggest waste of space as a character. Was this supposed to be funny? I did forget Szark had the whole "I must die" thing to him, which makes Spark yelling back at him more fucked up. Does he like anyone???

The only runner-ups were Colonel Glass from Spinnerette for being such a lame edge lord villain and for killing a cat like a fucking lunatic and Spinnerette herself for her idiocy and how she's still "learning to be gay".

Biggest Idiot for October 2016:

The biggest idiot of the month is Heather Brown, AKA Spinnerette, for not only making light of Mecha Maid's short lifespan, but also pissing Mecha Maid off for killing Colonel Glass. She also says the most hypocritical thing imaginable in the above page.

Runnerups were Deegan for his psychopathic screaming at his friends, Siggy for his out of nowhere racism and Colonel Glass once again for a waste of space edge lord.

Biggest Idiot for November 2016:

Whether or not you think she was screwed over by her treatment, it's hard to not feel bad for Adrastea from Spinnerette since she is an even bigger try hard edge lord than Colonel Glass. Seriously her dialogue is really painful to read and she just wasted everyone's time. I think she should just have sued them like normal people.

Runnerups for this month were Werequakko Sisters for existing and Mecha Maid for putting the tutorial to make her suit on Youtube which inspired Adrastea with her armor.

Biggest Idiot for December 2016:

Biggest Idiot of the Month is Dominic Deegan for being grossly incompetent. HOW THE FUCK DID YOU NOT SPOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND BEING CHOKED BY URBAN EDDIE AND THEN PROCEED TO DO NOTHING??? MR. SEER OVER HERE WAS MORE CONCERNED FOR STUNT AND BUMPER'S BREAKUP. No wonder she ghosted you at one point.

Runnerup for this month was Lady Ambar for her disgustingly longwinded and borderline nonsensical speeches (You Are Not Weapons That Exist Until Needed) on the The Knighthood story.

Biggest Idiot of 2016

Biggest Idiot of the Year is Dominic Deegan. Yeah, Battle of Barthis, War In Hell and the Thief Arcs did not portray him well at all. Even if I did feel bad for him during War In Hell, we should not forget Dominic is getting involved in massive conflicts on purpose, and he can't often behave himself. He also seems to be genuinely incompetent AND overpowered at once? Like, the dude can be the "Champion of Balance" but he can't see a stupid ring hidden in somewhere or see his girlfriend being choked? Also, he fucking needs to take anger controlling lessons, because seriously, he can't stop screaming when things don't go his way. Also, while he didn't outright defend him, he was WAY too light on Stonewater's crimes. I do give Mookie credit for having Dominic overcome his nihilism after Storm of Souls after witnessing Celesto's genocidal desires.

Next year, Dominic Deegan goes on vacation and Spinny gains some weight. Both of those are much worse than they sound. Also, an unassuming webcomic about a certain street smart cat who cameo'd in Kit n Kay Boodle begins its long tenure on the blog.

[randomsebs]

Blind Item #9 The alliterate actor demanded the trailer for his new project be released today. He smells awards.

Honestly, good for him! I hope he gets all the nominations—his speech yesterday was killer, and when he said, "Mom, te iubesc. Multumesc," it was such a heartfelt moment.

Now, onto AW. She had the nerve to post the trailer for The Apprentice on her Insta and tag a fan account that she follows and that follows her back, as if the official page would ever follow her. Spoiler alert: the official page only follows people actually involved in the movie. Delusional much? Oh, and that gym pic she posted? It's from September 4th, not even today! Like, girl, what are you even pretending for?

And of course, fucking "Galaxies" blog had to jump in with their typical AW-worshipping nonsense, posting, "Awe, so cute! AW finally posted today and followed The Apprentice movie account."

Like, BITCH, can you be truthful for once in your life? Instead of kissing AW's ass, maybe mention that she messed up by tagging a fan account instead of the actual movie page? Let’s be real, no one’s buying her fake PR stunts except you, Galaxy. PS: So glad you turned the anonymous asks back on—I was sweating bullets last time I asked under my own handle. Didn’t need to get doxxed just for spilling some tea! Oh, and just a suggestion—you might want to delete those other asks with their handles showing, but hey, that’s your call, babe. Also, missed you around here! Feels good to be back in the tea party.

Aww thanks so much! I thought I turned them on last time, so I’ll make sure to hide their accounts. I don’t want any of my supporters to be doxxed or sent any threats or hate.

As for the “fan accounts”.. they’re so idiotic! They believe this B.S. but they hate on his exes? Uhhh what? Margo didn’t do anything, they created rumors about her cheating which SEB HIMSELF (even after the breakup) commented on Instagram that they were false.

Also.. yeah. She couldn’t even be bothered to turn up to his event last night in Normandy, but she posted the trailer?! Not even congratulating him. What a shame.

If she was actually supportive, she would’ve been there, she would congratulate him on her Instagram and so on, but guess what? She didn’t. She didn’t show up because he didn’t want her to be there. She is rich, she could’ve bought a ticket to France. She flew to London but not to France 😂, oh yeah! Because he looks miserable in 99.99% of photos with her, the only time he smiles with her is his FORCED smiles where he is visibly forcing it, it never scrunches his nose or reaches his eyes.

It’s clear there’s no visible chemistry or love between them, just co-workers who don’t get along.

I’m happy I’m finding other fans of his who DONT like her, because a “big” fan of his , who has an editing account (I mentioned her before) is so far up Annabelle’s ass. I’m sure she’s either hired by AW or she’s just very, VERY desperate and deluded.

Also these are the people that hated on Margo, Ellie, and Ale.

Ellie was racist, I’m not denying that that is actually gross and unacceptable for her. I understand the hate as well. Some people said that she tried to apologize but was ignored, of course what she did was gross and unprofessional, but then they go on to trying to dox Seb again.

And Margarita didn’t do anything wrong (that I know of), Seb was VISIBLY head-over-heels for Margo!! She was pretty and kind, from what I’ve seen, and she also loved Seb just as much. Again, people hated her and to the point where they broke up. After their breakup he defended her again, good for him. They were so cute.

And ale, what she did was also disgusting. She didn’t apologize, from what I’ve seen, but now she tries to donate and help other people from other countries. If she regrets it, good, but AGAIN .. Sebastian address was leaked (2020/2021) so they broke up. I do not support her btw.

And now Annabelle… Annabelle is fat phobic, a liar, Zionist, racist, played in a sexist movie, she treats other people like they’re below her, and the list goes ONN. Btw I found perverted photos on her insta, I will be posting!!

And no one bats an eye at Annabelle, even though she’s done A LOT!!! But everyone makes excuses for her, lies for her, etc. and they go as far as doxxing and threatening people who don’t like her. She’s problematic and you guys are blowing her ego UP!! It’s so disgusting on how you all support this. Did Annabelle ever apologize? No! She continues to do it and ignores what she has done afterwards. 🤢 I smell an egomaniac.

Edit: if he does get nominated and wins an Oscar , the contract will be extended. I want him to win, but I do not want her staying around. This is a hard choice.. it’s basically choosing over his happiness or this leech getting more full of herself and more control over him.

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E: Part 7 - I Am, I Feel (Set in 2020)

Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.

Chapter 1: here Chapter 2: here Chapter 3: here Chapter 4: here Chapter 5: here Chapter 6: here

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as 'Mature / sexual content' just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia's text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men's dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.

The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.

Gluttony's P.O.V:

It had taken a few hours for Eddie, to finally agree, to drop Kirby off at the nearest gym, letting her get a couple hours of training in, coming back to drop Renee off, so the two women can talk, before finally returning an hour after that to get both women, Moxley by his side as they walk in.

Eddie, in what had apparently become his outfit for outside of work, timbs, jeans (with his pack of cigarettes in the front, right pocket and his phone in the back left), a tank-top covered by a t-shirt (of whatever musician he had bought merch of), his rosaries around his neck, and a baseball cap (usually with 'NY' embroidered onto it), walked in first, followed by Mox in his usual get up, black t-shirt, dark jeans, dark denim jacket and black boots.

Eddie's face alone made Kirby worried, the mix of anger and annoyance in his expression, making her stand to attention. Renee turned to face the boys, and soon both girl realised what had pissed Eddie off, Allie 'Bunny' following them with her phone filming. Eddie was trying, his absolute hardest, to brush her off, and make sure she knew he wasn't wanting to be on camera at that moment, eventually giving up before he saw Kirby and his eyes lit up. He doubled his pace, nearly jogging over to her, pulling her into a deep kiss, slipping his left hand into the waistband of her shorts, turning his cap around with his free hand, backing her up slightly as she stumbles, only just managing to stay on her feet as Eddie growls against her lips.

"Eddie!" Allie squeals, looking on in shock.

Kirby breaks the kiss to breathe, actually doubling over next to Eddie, as she takes in what he's just done with a single kiss. Well done, idiot, now the internet's gonna know we're together. Kirby puts her head in her hands for a moment as she stand up.

"You know what's gonna happen if she got that on film, right?" She whispers to Eddie

"What, people will know we're together?" Eddie shrugs.

"People will clip that and spread it everywhere, there will be speculation and theories, a million questions and comments, for as long as there isn't a bigger news in wrestling ava-" Kirby's worried rambling gets cut off by Eddie kissing her again, shoving his tongue in her mouth, dipping her so she has no choice but to hold onto him.

She closes her eyes at exactly the wrong moment, Allie gets the perfect photo, and as soon as they leave the gym it is on twitter, soon after, spreading all over the internet, with people commenting, sharing, showing both support and hate. Luckily for Kirby, most of, the hate had been called out by supporters, and thus had quickly died off. She was still mad at Eddie for thrusting their relationship into the view of the internet, so early into them being together, and Eddie was starting to get sick of the silent treatment.

"Ya know, you can't stay mad at me all day."

Silence.

"Ya gotta talk eventually."

No response.

"I'm not sorry and you know it."

A grunt, but no words.

"My mother's seen the photo."

"Your mother's seen the photo?!" Kirby squeaks, terrified that Eddie's mother could potentially hate her.

"Yea, she thinks you're cute. Renee sent her the other one after she posted it. Sure, Ma said she didn't expect you to be taller than me, but she likes ya, likes that cross tattoo on ya arm, asked why it's made out of skulls... why is it made out of skulls?"

"It's a heritage thing, like the Shamrock, most of my Da's side are Irish-Catholic, most of his, and my, ancestors were also Irish-Catholic." She murmurs.

"Oh, so it's a cross, made out of the skulls, of your ancestors?"

"Yes... Renee posted the other photo?"

"Yep, people have been tryin' to come up with a 'ship name', whateva the fuck that means."

"God, how are people gonna mix our names together? And which names? Eddie and Kirby? Kingston and Lucifarian? Kingston and Rhydderch? Moore and Rhydderch?"

"What? The fuck's a ship name? The fuck are you talkin' 'bout?" Eddie mumbles as he pulls into the McDonalds drive-thru.

"It's a term for merging the names of a couple, real or fictional, like if Harry and Draco were together in Harry Potter, most, fans would probably call them 'Drarry' or something like it, first part of Draco, last half of Harry."

"Oh," Eddie thinks for a moment, "Kirie, or Kingsarian, or maybe Rhyston?"

"Are you actually trying to come up with it yourself?"

"Yea, why? Is that not allowed?"

Kirby shakes her head, clearing her throat when they get to the intercom speaker. Eddie orders first, then repeats Kirby's order as she tells him what she wants. He pays and they drive to a spot, where no-one can see Eddie smoke, as they eat lunch together. A sort of 'lover's lane' type area.

"So," Eddie takes a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out of the window, "You no longer mad at me?"

Kirby shakes her head softly, "You are both the sexiest man alive, and the biggest pain in my ass."

"That's strange, 'cause I've never put my dick in your ass." He smirks.

"No, I know we're alone here, but no. Hard line, do not cross, will result in a dick punch."

"Got it," He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, "No anal... you checked Twitter yet?"

"No, why? Seen something important?" She asks, taking another bite of her burger.

"Damien's going off," he chuckles softly, "fully hates me right now, it's so fuckin' funny, look at this shit."

Eddie shows Kirby his phone, Damien's posted a picture of a hole punched through a door, along with a tweet reading 'What I'll do to Kingston when I see him' along with tagging both Kirby and Eddie.

"Good, let him waste his energy on punching doors, he'll be tired when you get to beat his ass." She smirks, pulling Eddie into a gentle kiss.

"Oh, I'll do more than beat his ass for you, sweetheart. I'll fucking kill him if he hurts ya. I'll treat him twice as bad as he treated you, when he thought we'd been fuckin'."

"God, if we had been fuckin', he would have tried to kill you."

"I would have kicked his ass, real easy. If I take that old man out, do I get to meet your actual dad?"

"I can't say either way."

"Your parents do know we're dating, right?"

"Nah, they don't have twitter and my Mam only calls me after work, so they won't know until Wednesday or Thursday."

"But after that, your folks and mine will know we're together?"

"Yep, seems like it... it'll be official... on everything but television."

"And I'll still be the only man who sees you naked, suckin' me off and taking a poundin', like the being of sin you are." Eddie mumbles, closing his eyes and leaning back against the door.

"You do make for quite a filling meal." She teases.

"Thanks, you're an excellent kisser for a former 'virgin sacrifice'."

"That's the one thing I have experience with, never had a romantic partner until you, I have kissed plenty of people in my life."

"You wanna circle back to the gym after this, train together? Lil' miss 'I trained people when I was sixteen'." Eddie raises an eyebrow and sticks his tongue out at her.

"Who told you that?"

"Billie. Vi confirmed it too."

"You want some C.R.C level training?"

"Yeah, if it lets me get closer to you." He shrugs.

After they finish their meal, Eddie leans over for a kiss, they drive back to the gym, both grabbing their gear upon parking the car, and head off to the separate changing rooms, Eddie heading to the boxing ring first, in his usual black and yellow gear.

He waits patiently, warming up before stopping in a mix of shock, and awe when he sees Kirby's ring gear, her only debuted outside of the ring (on the mic/doing promos) so far.

"You wrestle in that mask?"

"Doll-faced killer of C.R.C," She steps over the top rope, "for a reason more than the mask."

"Oh really?" Eddie smirks, quickly focusing once Kirby goes for a lock-up.

Kirby strikes first and fast, punching Eddie in the gut in a frenzied attack, backing him into the corner and hitting him, in the chest, with chop after chop, wearing Eddie down until she needs to back off to 'catch her breath', before starting a run up to the corner. Eddie moves at the last moment, hitting the mat at the same time as Kirby. A missed dropkick and both Kirby and Eddie are laying on the mat, not too far out of reach. At least this isn't the real match.

That was then, this is now, August 12th, Wednesday, Dynamite. Kirby in her proper ring gear, an orange latex bodysuit, black boots with a flame design, a black mask and black 'gloves'.

Eddie takes advantage of her position, pulling her to her feet and sending her into the opposite corner, winding her slightly. As she turns around Eddie gets closer, hitting her with his own chops, pulling her close to hit her with a belly-to-belly suplex.

Kirby shakes it off rather fast, hitting Eddie with a double leg drop to his gut/groin and setting him up for one of her finishers, 'Overfeeding', the High-Angle Senton Bomb. Eddie rolls away at the last moment and gets up, noticing that Kirby's slightly dazed from missing the move and hurting her back and neck.

He doesn't go in for the pin, not intentionally, instead straddling Kirby as he makes sure she's alright.

Bryce goes for the count.

"Kirby, you okay?" Eddie whispers, checking her eyes.

"One!"

Kirby nods slightly, groaning in pain.

"Two!"

Eddie pulls Kirby into a gentle kiss.

The crowd drowns out Bryce as he counts, "Three!" and the bell rings.

Eddie won, first ever clean loss, and it's to a man who kissed me as he won. Fuck, my legs feel numb. God, what am I gonna tell my parents!?

Eddie refuses to leave Kirby's side, picking her up and carrying her, bridal style, to the back, to the cheers of the wrestlers watching.

Kirby goes to the doctors backstage immediately, making sure how she feels is her anxiety, not a concussion or actual injury. Now the biggest fear she's ever had to face. Telling Da we lost a match. Telling Da we lost to a man we're in a relationship with... letting Mam know that her little girl is officially in a grown-up relationship.

Ethan Page caught up with her, while she was busy texting her parents to see if they're awake. Ethan recording them both with his vlogging camera.

"Everything okay, Kirby?" Ethan asks softly, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I gotta call my parents... tell them that... I lost clean, for the first time ever." She mumbles, her expression lost and slightly confused.

"Wait, your loss to Eddie was the first clean loss, of your entire career?"

"Yeah, I don't know if Eddie knows, but yeah," She nods, putting her phone up to her ear, "I gotta talk to my folks, you go tell Eddie." She whispers to Ethan before walking away.

Ethan nods before walking off to find Eddie.

It had taken an hour to explain everything to her parents. Both, much to Kirby's surprise, supported her choice to be with Eddie. Her Da even saying 'I trust he's a good enough man for my little princess.' She found her way back to Ethan and Eddie, both men looking at her and expecting answers to a million questions.

"So, how did your parents take the news?" Ethan asks, a beaming grin on his face.

"Ya dad doesn't wanna kick my ass, right?" Eddie chuckles softly.

Both men's smiles soon turn into looks of shock as Kirby faints, Eddie yelling for help and Ethan turning the camera off, running to get anyone who can help.

The last thing Kirby hears is Eddie's voice.

"Stay with me, Kirby, please, baby, don't close your eyes." He pleads.

Then everything goes black.

[distantshutter]

Hey, it's been a long time.

I know everyone’s coming back to Tumblr because Elon Musk is an idiot, but I want you to know I’m probably never coming back here.  A lot has happened, let’s catch up. PHOTOGRAPHY Not that I had many followers here, I retired in 2019, I don’t know if I want to come back.  The cosplay scene really drained my mental health to the brink, so if you’re one of those people like me who still to this day is like “Where’s Overbeck?”  I wanted to leave a little closure.  “Where’s Ed?”  Who knows, maybe I’ll come back someday.  I Nuked my Flickr Account early 2020, I figured most people didn’t really care that much about me or the work.  I never really felt anything in the scene, but not for lack of trying.  I’m much happier these days.  I cosplay now from time to time.

GRIZZLY My dog died this year(2022) and a part of me with him, I suppose, though I still carry him in memory as long as that lasts.  I contemplated joining him.  Probably one of the worst times of my life, I was unhinged for two weeks processing everything.  Cancer sucks.

HEALTH Not much to say, I went into a deep spiral.  The pandemic took its own toll on my mental health, but I endeavored and I’m still here. Gym and therapy. My training now is entirely physical, developing new skills, I'm very interested in S&R work. I love hitting high altitude in inclement weather where it feels dangerous.

HOBBIES I do a lot of gardening. I love sunflowers. I love plants. I grew 50lbs of sweet potatoes this year and maintain an herb garden. I garden, I cook. I bartend. I have a lot of flowers and plants these days, a LOT. I'm good at it.

FIND ME You can catch me on twitter:  ItsAnEd Pretty active in the vtuber scene the days, I even mod for a few.  Anyway, good luck! If you see me someday, just wave, say hey. I still collect my silly little records. This is just gonna sit as a time capsule. I won't be back. If I do it'll be as someone new. I'm happier than I ever was all those years ago. I went through a lot of loss, now I have a lot of peace.

[thoughtsbeewild]

Stupid Make America Healthy again..blah..the worst..

I guess this damn slogan is getting out to people even in the liberal region..thanks alot ..ugh..now the gym is so packed cause these idiots think they can lose weight by holidays...your stupid messaging /marketing is working in the liberal world...

ITS BEEN SUPER FUCKING ANNOYING FOR PAST WEEKS OF THESE ATTACKERS...LIKE WTF MAN..

these so called unhealthy fuckers are now ATTACKING THE GYM THINKING YO ASS GON LOSE WEIGHT. YOU FUCKERS ARE BREAKING THE MACHINE, CROWDING THE GYM MAKING IT SO FUCKIN UNBEARABLE TO EVEN ATTEND.

SINCE BREAKING THE FUCKING GYM MACHINES ALL OVER, IT HAS TO HAVE MAINTEINCE, WHICH WILL TAKE FUCKING LONG TO REPAIR, THUS LEAVING FEWER MACHINES AVAILABLE FOR US LOYAL MOTHERFUCKERS WHO BEEN THERE A LONG TIME...

LIKE HAVING A STRESSFUL DAY, GET IN A GOOD WORKOUT TO EXERCISE, DETOX YOUR NEGATIVE FEELINGS, THOUGHTS,CHATTER

BUT NO CANT FUCKING DO THAT ANYMORE,,CAUSE THIER PROMOTING THIS MAKE AMERICA HEALTHY AGAIN....THESE FUCKING PEOPLE THINKING THEY LOSE WEIGHT OVERNIGHT BY CROWDING ATTACKING THE GYM..DA FUCK..

WHERE THE FUCK WHERE THEY ON 2020-SEPT 2024? they were not there.. UNDER BIDEN/KAMELA ADMINSTRATION?

THANKS ALOT TO THIS STUPID MAKE AMERICA HEALTHY AGAIN..

YOUR SLOGAN IS BRAINWASHING PPL THINKING THEY CAN LOSE WEIGHT WITH CROWDING, TAKING SELFIES, AND DOING SLOW WORK OUTS..DAMN YOU ...

YOU THINK YOUR GOING LOSE WEIGHT IN ONE DAY, ONE WEEK, 1 MONTH..THAT SHIT DONT WORK LIKE THAT...ITS STUPID MENTALITY TO THINK...JUST LIKE DAVID GOGGINS SAY..SHIT TAKES MOTHERFUCKING TIME...

LOSING WEIGHT DOESNT HAPPEN OVERNIGHT, EVEN AN UNHEALTHY MORON SHOULD KNOW THAT..IT TAKES TIME, CONSISTENCY, DEDICATION, REDUCING ALOT THINGS...

AND FACT THEY ARE BREAKING THE FUCKING GYM MACHINES..THE WORST

I WISH WHEN THEY SAY MAKE AMERICA HEALTHY AGAIN. HOW ABOUT CHANGE THIER BEHAVIOR. MAKE YOUR FUCKING BEHAVIOR HEALTHY AGAIN, NOT YOUR WEIGHT LOSS RUINING FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN THIER FOR YEARS AND YEARS..NOW YOU GUYS ARE MURDERING THE GYM ..the worsst..

[musemash]

Trumped By Justice 4: USA'S TOP CAREER CRIMINAL ELECTED MAYOR OF GITMO – gallery & playlist by the Lone Antifa – crazed rant by the Canuck Crank

One of DON VETO TRUMPLEONE'S most famous declarations is this venerable gem: "Person. Woman. Man. Camera. TV." We are now witnessing the mutation of this sacred proverb into: "Gaslighter. Insurrectionist. Traitor. Defendant. Felon." One of his most recent pronouncements shows just how nervous he is becoming: “IF YOU GO AFTER ME, I’M COMING AFTER YOU.” Of course, this is merely insolent trash-talk from an arrogant 10th-rate FAILED MOB BOSS. Talk is cheap – and Loud Boy TrumpTalk is the cheapest of all. This TOXIC TODDLER has spent his whole life throwing tantrums; there's no reason to think he'll stop now.

Accordingly, why should we mince words? The wretched ATTENTION WHORE IN CHIEF is clearly the most disgusting white collar career criminal in American history. If his country's legal system cannot hold him to account, the nation will become an international laughingstock – and will stand sadly embarrassed, as a country that is BROKEN BEYOND REPAIR. It would be disastrously idiotic to let him get away with so many obvious crimes. Without genuine and forceful justice, America will never fully heal from the ruination visited upon it, by so many years of MAGA-GOP dirty tricks.

The GRAND QAnon PARTY is no longer merely just another political cabal; that ship sailed at least four decades ago. They are now a RADICAL FASCIST SUBVERSIVE movement, hell-bent on overthrowing democracy – and exploiting Congress to cover up their sleazy machinations. Some of the most treacherous GOP politicians, including Gym Jordan, Matt Gaetz, Paul Gosar, and MTG, participated in a December 2020 White House meeting aimed at strategizing how to overturn the election. The fact that such treasonous scoundrels are currently lawmakers, enabling them to bully innocent people with endless dumbass tribunals, is yet another reminder that American politics has become a dreadfully unfunny MONTY PYTHON SKETCH.

The GOP's latest strategy is to deflect attention from their complicity in BENEDICT DONALD's massive coup plot, by any underhanded means necessary. Their asinine investigation into Hunter Biden's LAP DANCE with ethical lapses is just this year's edition of BENGHAZI and BUT HER EMAILS. Meanwhile, not one of these sleazebags is demanding that JARJAR KUSHY get investigated for enabling Saudi tyrant MOHAMMED BIN LADEN to evade responsibility for ordering the hideous butchery of whistleblower JAMAL KHASHOGGI. That would certainly explain how such an inept slum landlord and COVID SUPER-SPREADER earned that infamous $2 billion we keep hearing about.

Meanwhile, MAGA FASCISM is no longer quietly creeping. It is haughtily trotting, and will soon be merrily galloping – and not long after, will be recklessly goose-stepping full tilt. But I am fervently hoping that this RED STATE MENACE will not win the day. Some fear that the MANCHURIAN CANTALOUPE's ongoing incitements could possibly trigger worse violence than the 2021 insurection. To that, I say: let's test that little ol' theory. Seriously, if Americans don't stand up to these malicious and heartless NEO-NAZI BULLIES, the country will never be restored to sanity.

The most recent example of MAGAMERICAN MADNESS is the revelation that some TEAVANGELICALS are now dissing their very own LAMB OF GOD. According to the editor of Christianity Today, some church-goers have belittled some of Jesus' teachings as being "TOO WEAK". They evidently consider passages from the Sermon On The Fricking Mount to be the biblical equivalent of "LIBERAL TALKING POINTS". I kid you not! In other words, extremists of the RELIGIOUS RIGHT have literally embraced idolatry and apostasy – and you can bet your collection plate that Trump apologist Franklin 'JUDAS PRIEST' Graham won't be denouncing this outrage anytime soon.

Some on social media are hoping this miserable gang's ringleader will be executed for treason. While I empathize with their reasons, I would much rather see the DARK LORD TRUMPELTHINSKIN live to be 100 – in a maximum security gated community. That way, while he's busy making license plates full of typos, he can contemplate the immense duplicity, treachery, and stupidity that got him locked up. And shrinks can study the festering stew of his mutated psyche to learn how such a MORONIC SOCIOPATH got away with so much blatant chicanery for so very long.

Despite my profound disdain, I have tried to avoid wasting good quality hatred on this obnoxious specimen – not always successfully, of course. But once in a while, I even manage to have a smidgen of compassion for the VULNERABLE CHILD that he must once have been – before he was so viciously warped and dehumanized by his sociopathic father. Nevertheless, once he reached the age of accountability, COMBOVER CALIGULA made far too many wrong choices – with the enthusiastic help of Mafia lawyer Roy Cohn and right-wing propagandist Rupert Murdoch. He is now without excuse, and has only himself to blame for his impendings downfall.

His Capitol Riot trial promises to be the most important court case in American history – so I hope it will be televised. If it is, PRECEDENT TRUMPERY will be sure to insist on testifying; he won't be able to resist, because it will give him so much undivided attention. The witness stand will be his biggest-ever bully pulpit, and he will sieze the opportunity to use it – to make his ultimate campaign speech. He will then proceed to systematically sabotage his own case, with every second word he utters. It will be the funniest courtroom scene since Bogart's tour de force as demented CAPTAIN QUEEG in The Caine Mutiny.

It's abundantly clear that every time DOUBLE AGENT ORANGE opens his nasty deceitful pie-hole – during speeches, interviews, and social media posts – he delightfully INCRIMINATES HIMSELF further and further. But clearly, DA FEDS already have a bigly yuge amount of his recorded public utterances – including his entire TWITTER/X account. The should be more than enough to help put him away in DA BIG HOUSE for life. So what useful purpose is served by allowing him to keep on bleating his poisonous blather?

Letting him freely spout off enables him to INCITE MAGANUTZ to more violence – such as the recent wannabe Biden assassin who was dispatched by the FBI. He keeps on getting away with spewing threats that would get ordinary citizens hard jail time for contempt of court. Leaving him free to keep blabbing lies, grievances, and boasts also gives the appearance of an ENTITLED SPOILED BRAT being awarded special treatment. Therefore, on balance, I think it's wiser to give him an outright GAG ORDER, and then lock him up immediately if he violates it – which, of course, he inevitably will.

As I write this, it has just been reported that a Grand Jury will be convened soon in Georgia. This will presumably result in election fraud indictments for CHEETO BENITO, RUDY COLLUDY, WHINGEY GRIME, and a dozen or more other NEO-FASCIST CLOWNS. And in Washington, the Department Of Justice has embarked upon the most astonishing legal battle of this century. Meanwhile, the DEFENDANT IN CHIEF's addled MAGA-GOP MINIONS continue to utterly disgrace themselves with their deranged ongoing support of this malevolent sub-deity. The ideological toxic waste of their incurably diseased party richly deserves to be flushed down history's industrial toilet, along with their DEAR LEADER'S catastrophic Whine House residency – which, if there is any justice, will be officially annulled and expunged.

Americans who showed up to vote against this gaggle of rogues have nothing to be ashamed of. Unfortunately, there are still multiplied millions of Yanks who are either delusional, willfully ignorant, gullible, or just plain STOOPID. Add to that the estimated 80 million eligible voters who are so apathetic, cynical, and/or nihilistic that they can't be bothered to get off their complacent asses to vote – and you have a recipe for a catastrophic FASCIST TAKEOVER, as GOP governors ruthlessly plunder and crack down on one state after another.

It's amazing to ponder how much damage has been done to the USA, all because a bunch of ill-informed and misled voters were dumb enough to believe the fantasy version of a fictitious billionaire businessman that they saw on TV. How will they feel if THE DON somehow regains the WHINGE HOUSE, changes the national anthem into the CELEBRITY APPRENTICE theme song, trashes all of Biden's CLIMATE CRISIS progress, and helps VLADASS POUTY annihilate Ukraine? I hope they'll be FU@%ING PROUD of themselves.

If America can't put such a barefaced con artist, psychopath, and traitor away for the rest of his unnatural life, it will be time to write off the DIVIDED STATES OF AMERICA as a tragically failed experiment. But personally, I think multiplied millions of Americans are now courageously stepping up to this herculean task – so I refuse to give up hope. If citizens of good will can persevere, I do believe the "BETTER ANGELS" of their embattled country are eventually going to win out.

I may be a mere smartass Canuck outside agitator, cheering from a safe distance. But I want to do whatever I can to encourage all decent Americans to closely watch the upcoming trials – overseen by fearless Special Counsel JACK SMITH, and gutsy Georgia D.A. FANI WILLIS. For those of you who need more good reasons to take a stand against attacks on democracy – or who simply want to access some entertaining resources that may inspire hope, activism, and even optimism – I invite y'all to check out the links below. And may God bless and protect the USA.

DON VETO RIDING HIS GOLDEN ESCALATOR TO OBLIVION https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/730286574529626112/trumped-by-justice-5-don-veto-riding-his-golden SACRIFICIAL RITE OF DA BIGLY STABLE GENIUS https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/653860772025417728/trumpery-swan-song-act-4-sacrificial-rite-of-da DA GANG DAT COULDN’T COUP STRAIGHT https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/639339651499474944/photo-gallery-the-coup-before-christmas-meets FUNERAL PYRE OF THE MAGAMERICAN MESSIAH https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/650853914324992000/trumpery-swan-song-act-1-funeral-pyre-of-the CIVIL WAR JUST AIN’T WHAT IT USED TO BE https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/652682070929326081/trumpery-swan-song-act-3-civil-war-just-aint DON VETO’S LUNACY HOLDING AMERICA HOSTAGE https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/665917596709912576/trumpery-swan-song-appendix-don-vetos-lunacy CLEAR & PRESENT DANGER: A POTUS ABSENT WITHOUT LAW https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/657180468385546240/resistance-tribute-part-1-clear-present-danger CRUEL REQUIEMS FOR THE BIGLIEST SORE LOSER https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/663916506082623488/resistance-tribute-part-5-cruel-requiems-for-the ANTIFA ARTS THERAPY FOR USA’S DAY OF RECKONING https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/672616628600635392/antifa-arts-therapy-for-usas-day-of-reckoning SAVAGE EPITAPHS FOR THE RELIGIOUS WRONG https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/153445482915/savage-epitaphs-for-the-religious-wrong-by-the THE TOXIC DANCING TROLL THAT HAUNTED AMERICA https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/688829628127805440/the-toxic-dancing-troll-that-haunted-america-by INVASION OF THE BIBLE SNATCHERS https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/41086231312/an-angry-messiah-is-not-a-nice-concept-or-a FAUX NOISE GETS A SURPRISE COMEUPPANCE https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/170478882655/faux-noise-gets-a-surprise-comeuppance-by-david RUDE AWAKENINGS FOR AMERICA'S FAVORITE GRIFTER https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/705684336822894592/gallery-1-still-champion-2-the-essence-of ALRIGHT MR. DEMILLE, I’M READY FOR MY PERP WALK! https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/713382295673929728/trumped-by-justice-part-1-mr-demille-im-ready AMERICA’S WORST SEX PEST FINALLY MEETS HIS MATCH https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/718184769630994432/trumped-by-justice-part-2-americas-worst-sex TRUMP PRESIDENTIAL LIBRARY NOW OPEN TO PUBLIC https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/720157024444383232/trumped-by-justice-part-3-trump-presidential WHEN THE ARTS DO JUSTICE TO RESISTANCE https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/659380468858355712/resistance-tribute-part-2-when-the-arts-do THE LAST CRUSADE OF UNCLE SAM’S ACTIONEERS https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/177613773630/the-last-crusade-of-uncle-sams-actioneers-as-we USA DEFIANCE & SURVIVAL MANIFESTO https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/178087639820/usa-defiance-survival-manifesto-part-one-by HOW END TIMES PORN WENT MAINSTREAM https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/99606825810/how-end-times-porn-went-mainstream-by-david-d THE UNQUOTABLE TRUMP GOES ROGUE https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/631721452658425856/the-unquotable-trump-goes-rogue-part-1-multi THE VEGGIE BOOK OF REVELATION https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/708476766552047616/gallery-1-thus-saith-the-lord-of-vegan-hosts-2 THE ORANGE SKULL’S BIGLY YUGE VENDETTA https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/82625540293/the-orange-skulls-bigly-yuge-vendetta-by-the

Credit Image #13: This Modern World by Tom Tomorrow

[itsnirmal888]

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[achillieus]

let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, don’t kill me because of the ending, sebastian and reader are the definition of right person wrong time, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning, also this part has some funny moments but overall it’s a big SOB

part: 6/6 (there will also be an epilogue)

(other parts)   (masterlist)

This is how it ends: broken hearts from crashed dreams.

Sebastian holds you until his muscles ache and your lungs burn from the feeling of too little oxygen. It is cold and dark, almost midnight, too dark, a starless night.

No more stars for you and I.

“Here,” Voice hoarse, eyes heavy-lid and itching from almost crying. He gives you one of the rings he wore in the movie. “I want you to keep this.”

Keep it close to your heart. Forget me not.

He takes a breath and a step back, tries to regain all the strength he still has, steady feet and shoulders fixed. He digs his nails into his palms, red marks in his skin, air catching in his throat, he’s on the verge of falling but he stays standing.

He remembers tears glistening down his cheeks, maybe they were yours not his, and the cold autumn wind hitting his face and he remembers feeling like he’s dying.

And then he closes the door of Argyris’ car and looks at you.

And his heart stretches and stretches and stretches and then somehow splits in half.

/

It goes like this:

There’s a ghost that lives in your apartment from now on. In the living room. Sitting on the couch. And it has steel blue eyes and a familiar heart. And it whispers a love story, half-finished, and you cannot make it stop.

The ghost touches your collarbone and he’s gone but there’s a ring in a golden chain around your neck and a white shirt forgotten in your laundry. And it smells like him. The clinging scent of his aftershave sticking to your pores. Eucalyptus. And no matter how hard you try to wash it off, it still lingers.

How could I ever forget someone like you?

The ghost lives here, but the place is empty, so empty. And it’s hard not to cry.

/

Sebastian calls and texts a lot.

He tells you he’s tired but excited because he started filming a new movie. It’s very indie and experimental, I can’t wait for you to see it. He tells you he’s missing his days in Greece like hell and that one night he dreamt of you. Didn’t want to wake up. What he doesn’t tell you is that he’s coming back in a month, Argyris needs him for some extra scenes. It’s nearly killing him but he doesn’t tell you. He wants to surprise you, see the pure light in your eyes when they’ll meet his.

/

You try sexting. It doesn’t go very well.

23:50, sebastian: if you were here in my bed right now what would you be doing

06:51, you: probably falling asleep hahaha

06:51, you: oh fuck was i supposed to sext back

06:51, you: sorry seb i just woke up and i have a class in an hour, love you <3

23:52, sebastian: fuck timezones

/

(three weeks and 10 seconds later)

“I can’t believe she doesn’t know you’re here,” Argyris shakes his head as he’s driving home from the airport, “If I were her, I’d kill you.”

“Good thing I didn’t fall in love with you.”

Sebastian laughs and looks out of the car window. The stars. There are so many stars tonight. He holds his breath; he’s finally feeling whole again. His heart isn’t split in two anymore.

/

You don’t know how long you stand there at your door, staring at him, but it feels like a century before he grins, almost laughs, takes your hands in his and you start considering that perhaps this isn’t a hallucination. Perhaps it’s real.

“Surprise?”

Something inside of you bursts, your organs twitch. You can’t think, you can’t speak, but you can move. You don’t lose any more time, you take a step forward, attach your bodies, your face buried in his neck, your fingers clutching into the rough fabric of his jacket. You breathe him in like an antidote.

“How?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

You kiss him and it’s like poetry, like art, like honey and you can’t separate yourself from him, not even hours later.

/

(looking back, these were the golden days)

You pretending to be mad at him for not telling you he was coming back and him pressing his lips on your skin, drawing patterns on your naked shoulder. A feathery touch.

Sebastian always touches you like you’re something made of gold and porcelain, something cherished that constantly needs to be treasured. And nobody has done that before. And you love him for it.

You try to decorate your Christmas tree together. He messes with the lights for a while, eventually gives up and goes on to eat too many reindeer shaped cookies.

He massages your muscles when you write a boring essay for college.

You go with him when he has to shoot a “driving a motorcycle naked in the centre of Athens” scene and you bite the inside of your cheeks to stop smiling like an idiot.

He gives you a dress he bought for you in New York.  

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

He calls you sweetheart in the mornings, still half asleep and later joins you in the shower.

“Why are you so hot?”

“Climate change”

“Oh, shut up”

It’s tender and it’s soft and it’s human.

And that’s the saddest part.

/

Soon you realize that him leaving two months ago was merely a rehearsal and you still haven’t said your actual goodbyes. Your chest starts to feel as if it’s full of crushed glass.

And it’s ridiculous because you fell in love with Sebastian sometime between the first ten days you spent together.

Who falls in love in ten days?  

Ridiculous or not, you know you are in love with him just as you know that sooner or later, whatever he is feeling will fade and wither. Maybe it’ll be in a week, maybe it’ll be in a month, maybe in a year if you’re lucky. But there will definitely come a day when he will step out of a gala or a party or a fancy gym in New York with a beautiful model in his arms and two paparazzi’s following him around.

What will you be then?

A past small cameo in his life. A side character. Will he remember your name?

He is your whole world.

(a bottle of cheap prosecco helps you decide that)

He is your whole world.

And yet, there will come a day when he won’t even remember your name.

/

It was difficult. No, it was the most difficult thing you’ve ever done. Telling him how you think it’d be better if you didn’t talk after he leaves.

“I don’t agree with this.”

“Seb, it’s for the best.”

Your body doesn’t feel strong enough to carry your heart. And you’re certain it will only get worse once he’s away. The world around you will melt. You’ll obsess over a phone screen and his messages. You’ll start chasing ghosts again. You can’t handle that.

“Why?” He says urgently and his fingers dance over the flesh of your palms.

“Because this”, you motion your hand between the two of you, “is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had in my life and I don’t want it to become ugly.”

He nods, he understands.

“I love you, you know,” he says smiling and tugs you closer to him, “And I may not be here to show you but I think I’ll love you for a long time.”

Your hand grips his waist right to the bones and something flares in your eyes, something wild that wrenches you around.

“I know, I’ll love you the same.”

“Maybe we’ll meet again.”

“Only if I’m the luckiest girl on the planet.”

He laughs and you look at him, fully aware he’ll be ripped out of your life like a page from a cheap leather notebook. And when you kiss for the last time, there’s a hole forming in your soul.

And just because endings don’t leave visible scars to one’s body and soul, that doesn’t mean the scars don’t exist. You know they do, because you feel the aching pain of every single one of them.

/

(every night when you close your eyes you see him)

(every night you look at the stars and think of him)

/

A month passes and Argyris asks you if you miss him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

“He said the exact same thing.”

You tell him not to mention Sebastian again.

Two months pass and you need to stop stalking his instagram profile.

Three months pass and you almost text him.

Four months pass and you go to watch Endgame with some friends and you cry. You cry when Black Widow sacrifices herself and when Iron Man smiles at his wife while dying, and when Bucky Barnes appears on screen.

The others don’t understand and you don’t blame them.

Five months pass and Argyris’ girlfriend wants you to meet someone. A charming boy your age with blonde hair and a lip piercing.

And he's cute but you compare him to Sebastian even before he has the chance to say his name. His eyes are not the right shade of blue and he doesn’t look at you like you’re made of the world’s finest jewel.

And he doesn’t know any constellation names.

And then more than a year passes in a second and you learn to not look for him. Not anymore.

/

It’s early March 2020 and despite the rising fear of the upcoming pandemic, you’re doing well. Scars are starting to fade. And after spending two weeks in Prague, your best friend being there with an exchange program, Sebastian Stan is the farthest thing from your mind.

Until he literally comes crashing into you. At the airport.

No, it can’t be him.

You have your suitcase on one hand and a bottle of antiseptic gel on the other. He has two bodyguards on his sides and a black hoodie on.  And while half of his face is hidden behind a mask, you can see his eyes perfectly. A frozen lake in December. You would know those eyes in your deathbed, at the end of the world.

Your vision gets blurry and suddenly you feel cold.

He won’t recognize me, he can’t.

But then he looks at you and every memory you had buried inside of you resurfaces.

He motions to his guards to wait for him and he starts walking towards you. You breathe slowly, one breath at a time. He takes his mask off and you hesitate to take yours, not sure if you truly want him to see you.

You exchange the typical and very awkward hi, how are you, i’m glad you’re doing okay and then he smiles and it feels comfortable. Familiar.

It’s the whiff of another time that you always kept around. A reminder that you were once loved by a god.

“What are you doing here?”

“Filming Falcon and the Winter Soldier”

If you hadn’t unfollowed him on instagram, you’d known.

“Ah yes I heard about that, congrats.”

He nods a thank you.

“And you? In Prague?”

“I was at a friend.”

He looks conflicted, hurt, turns his gaze to his shoes on the grey cement. You want to say something, but you feel like throwing up.

And then he laughs.

“I was right.”

You’re confused, he notices.

“Back in Greece,” he swallows, “I told you this would happen.”

“It would have been an airport, different gates for each of us, but same waiting hall. Or a Greek island, where we’d both be for the summer.”

“I would have found you.”

You remember and you cannot help but smile. He was right. He found you.

“I didn’t believe you then.”

I barely believe you now.

He touches your hair. And his touch is like a knife. And you want to cry. Magnolias under your tongue. A love long lost is whispering in your ears until it hurts to listen. He’s like a magnetic field and you feel yourself drowning in him.

“I bet they’ll ask me a hundred questions about you later.” He says and looks at the two men waiting for him.

“And what will you tell them?”

“That you’re most probably the love of my life.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

“There’s no way we’d meet here if you’re not.”

“Sebastian,” His name sounds like a prayer coming out of your lips and you're ready to tell him you love him and you can swear he looks like he’s ready to faint, “I-”

The guards yell his name. And it's the same feeling people have just before a car crash.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.”

One last look.

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

You repeat it over and over again. But you fail.

“No, don't cry” He smiles, one last smile, “Just look at the stars and wait for us to meet again, because we will.”

He caresses the back of your palm for a second and you think your ribcage is shattering but it’s only your heart drumming frantically. Pushing your fragile bones to break. 

You want to stop him, wrap your arms around his torso, never let him go. Not again. But you don’t.

You just watch him leave, one more time, your knees weak, your head heavy and dizzy. For the split of a moment he turns and glances at you but then he’s nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps it was all in your imagination. Perhaps it was nothing but a wonder.

You get into your plane and you silently sob.

/

And then it’s summer.

And you overhear he was seen with a girl, the day before your vacation starts and you find a picture of them together a week later, a pretty blonde girl clinging to his side with a colorful bikini somewhere in Spain. And he’s smiling. And you feel so ashamed. And so stupid.

They say time heals all wounds but they must be wrong because you can’t forget how he used to smile at you or how he used to call you the love of his life.

Was he joking when he said you'll meet again? You bet if you asked him now, he wouldn't even remember saying it.

I’ll love you for a long time.

So long for nothing.

/

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[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E: Moments - Part 6 - At The Motel (Part 2 | Set in 2020)

Tags: @piratewithvigor@tantamount-treason@thedollmaker16@janetreader

This takes place during Part 3, as a continuation of the last part, leading into Part 4.

Also Kirby is still Orange, Italics are inner thoughts.

"Yeah, or at least the friends I, used to have, Mike, Ashkii, and Yoshi. Ash always had this joke that hanging out with me and Yoshi meant he was 'hanging with the video game girls'. Yoshi would always tell him he was an idiot for saying things like that." Her faint smile makes Eddie want to hold her closer.

"And what about Mike?" Eddie notices her mood shift and instantly regrets the question.

“Me and Mike… we were as close as a guy and girl can be without dating. People would joke that he was Viscera’s son, and I looked like Mideon’s daughter, and we were gonna be the next Ministry of Darkness. I managed him for a while, tried to train him and get him to below three-hundred pounds, but nothing ever worked… in a way it was part of his charm, a guy that didn’t care about impressing me with his physique, no rippling abs or striking bodybuilder poses as I walked by in the gym, just… playing Reggae music and singing along as he watched me put together that night’s plan for after the show.”

"Sounds like a great friend." He rubs her back, holding her closer when she starts tearing up.

"And then one day, Damien decided he wanted me to become 'Gluttony' and my uncles agreed, a seven-to-one vote stripped me, and my Da, of power over my career…" she wipes her eyes, "…I never wanted to be 'Gluttony', I thought it was horrible as a concept. Luring men who were considered 'out of shape' with the power of overindulgence in the consumable… I would never harm anyone's feelings intentionally and yet there I was, night after night, making jokes at my former best friend's expense, no wonder he kicked me out of our flat. I ended up moving back in with my parents, because I knew if I got a new place I couldn't pay the rent, I… I fucked up through no fault of my own." She whispers, her voice cracking as she talks.

Eddie finishes his cigarette and leads Kirby inside. C'mon kid, let's get you comfy, they sit on the bed, he whispers words he hopes will reassure her.

"I'm sorry, you probably think I'm a wreck or something." She murmurs.

Eddie shakes his head and kisses her forehead gently, "You're not a wreck, you're a kid, who grew up in the wrestling world and never learnt how," he searches for the right word, "tough, the business could be because your dad protected you. How about, I go get us lunch in the car, you stay here and rest. I'll be back before you wake up from your nap, I promise."

"You promise you're not just leaving forever?"

Part of Eddie's heart breaks when the words reach his ears, immediately taking her face in his hands and trying to hide the hurt in his voice, "I promise on my mother's eyes." he whispers, fully meaning his promise to come back.

His eyes linger on Kirby's frame as he gets up and leaves, biting his lip to stop himself from telling her all the compliments she needs to hear from someone, mentally praying that when he comes back he can say every single one of them to her.

Eddie leaves to get them some Chinese food, coming back and setting up their meal at the table, slowly realising how he's set the table up makes it look like he's trying to feed her just to fuck her. Shit, I should change how this looks. He hears Kirby yawn and panics.

"I promise you it's not what it looks like!"

Kirby shrugs, groggily telling Eddie, "It looks like a conversation set up, two chairs opposite each other, food… perhaps a pint of Guinness? Maybe a can of beer?" She gets up and Eddie gets a view of her underwear.

"Well, it's not everyday I see a sight like that," He chuckles, momentarily falling silent as he looks at her cleavage, wow I guess everything is bigger on a giant damn, "If you want me let me know it." He winks when Kirby looks at him.

"Did you just-"

"Quote Red Light Special, yup."

"Oh thank fuck, I thought your dick had made you go on autopilot to flirt with me."

Eddie stifles a laugh, "You don't have a lot of experience with men, do ya?"

Kirby rubs her left foot against the back of her right shin, "Wrestling them, yes. Socialising with them, no." She admits.

Eddie smirks but tries to hide it from Kirby, "Well, usually a guy will tell a girl they like them, either by actually sayin' somethin' or their body will tell the girl, I think you know how that stuff works though."

Kirby nods, "Oh trust me, I have seen plenty of jean crotches being adjusted or covered by men."

Part of Eddie's mind remembers that Kirby's been wrestling since she was 15 and hates men and another part of him knows that he would have to adjust his crotch if he saw her wrestling in anything close to her underwear's level of coverage, "See, jeans can hide it. Just get baggy enough jeans and the problem sorts itself out. Sweatpants, however, they give everything away." He explains as he sits on the bed next to her.

"Why are we talking about how to hide a stiffy?"

The word 'Stiffy' alone makes Eddie blush as he realises he's thinking about erections in relation to seeing Kirby nearly naked.

[kanmom51]

Its not just hickey gate, almost kiss or JM climbing JK like a jungle Gym. Those moments are HIGHLY sus & they know it crosses the line of friendship brothers. However, Its the fact they let other small things in, that also point to them being more then friends. JK saying he doesn't approve of JM's flirting. JK saying he will let Jimin rest when he gets home, which UMMM why would JM need you to let him rest? Why does JK have say in it? They have to know what that implied. I'm still so confused.

I think that a lot of the time they do understand what's implied, but I also think that sometimes they are unaware of how it looks.

I would also say that I believe that the editors know the true nature of JM & JK's relationship. They would have to know, as I am 100% sure that there have been hours of footage left on the editing room floor, footage cut from the official content. Footage that would have been too obvious or shown just too much.

Like we never got to see this scene in Run episode 117.

Same episode we got JM pull JK in for this:

With the "I don't allow it" to JM's flirting, they for sure understood what it looked like. You would have to be a clueless idiot not to see it.

Letting JM rest when they get home, that's sus, but kind of a grey area. To those that are not living in a dream and realise that at that point in time the members were no longer living together in the dorms, well, to them it's super indicative as to the nature of what JK said. As for the clueless (who are many), they probably assumed that JK will show JM some slack when they get back to the dorms with the rest of the members (and we are the delusional).

These two moments are telling, and as some of the others that found their way into memories 2020 are even more sus, like the almost kiss and Jungle gym time. I would say that BH are most definitely aware what it all looks like, and yet this has found it's way into the content. Pushing the boundaries again and again.

[peachithings]

Move In With Us (M)

Main Story // The Series Masterlist

Summary: Deciding to spice up a bit with the date of the move-in day is only a few days away, you decided to upload daily vlogs with no specific time hence, surprising your viewers.

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Words: 6.6K

Genre: established relationship au, idol!jaehyun, youtuber!reader, fluff, smut

Warning/s: tooth-rotting fluff, huge amount of monologue, smut in the form of oral: fem & male receiving, cum eating, squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, people!), excessive use of baby, purely unedited (if there is anything that I missed, please do tell me so that I could add it here)

Author’s Note/s: I know this chapter is long overdue :( I’m sorry it’s just that I got caught up finding a job but no need to worry, ya girl is now employed! wohoo, hehe Anywaaays, this chapter takes place in between all those furniture shopping that will happen on the next chapter’s vlog, lol i hope that makes sense like it made sense in my head hahahaha

I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter as well! 

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Jaehyun is very busy promoting alongside NCT 2020 for their recent unit on the Resonance album. And when the opportunity to spend even the tiniest bit of time with him came to present itself, you couldn’t be more than happier to grab that opportunity with your boyfriend hence, the title of your newly premiered vlog on your channel.

Upload 01, D-3  

Finally Some Quality Time with the Boyfriend

The vlog started off with you sitting in the car with the angle where you could be seen on the driver side of the vehicle which was something new to your viewers since, in your past uploads, Jaehyun would usually be the one they see driving. A few seconds later, you turn to the camera and waved. Speaking to the camera you said, “Well, isn’t this a new sight, right?” still eyes on the road, making a turn. “As you’ve probably read by the title of this video, I’ll be spending some much-awaited quality time with Jaehyun today,” you continued with a smile plastered on your face. “You guys probably think that I look like an idiot smiling while I have my eye on the road, but I’m just very happy to be able to spend time with him,” you said as you slowly push the brakes to stop. “I usually drive with some music on, but today, I wanted to have a conversation with you lot without me having to suddenly sing or dance in front of the camera.” you laughed. “Anyways, today,” you trailed off. “I’ll be working out with Jaehyun. We usually work out together but since his schedule is packed and cannot comply with the workout schedule we had previously, I had been working out by myself since my friends are all currently overseas. Which is, by far, the most demotivating thing for me because honestly, who wants to workout alone, right?” you ranted. “I would always see comments about how I don’t get fat even if I eat a lot on my socials, and lemme tell y’all, it’s all about having good foundations!” you exclaimed, still keeping your eyes on the road. “Before I would only eat without having any control, I was even satisfying my cravings in the middle of the night which led me to gradually gain a lot of weight. For a whole year during that time, I was ashamed of myself, I didn’t have any confidence about my body,” you confessed. “Until I couldn’t take it; I didn’t want to feel bad about myself anymore. So, I started to apply for a gym membership first and tried to be as consistent as possible in going to the gym and workout with a trainer. Then, I started to change the way I eat, in terms of portioning though. With cravings, I still satisfy them. You don’t need to restrict yourselves and most importantly, you do not need to punish yourselves. I also make it a point to listen to my body.” you informed.

After about thirty minutes of driving, “Okay, we’ve arrived. I just need to park my car,” you announced while finding a parking space. 

The next scene transitioned to you reaching out to the back seat to get your bag. Then, taking the camera off the dashboard and turning off the engine. As you went out of your car, you said, “I have now arrived and parked my car, I’m off to meet Jaehyun inside now. This is not my first time here in this gym, most of the artists under SM actually go here, well, that’s what Jaehyun told me though, so I couldn’t really vouch for him since I have not encountered any on the little times I’ve gone here.”

Walking inside, you were greeted by your boyfriend sitting on a stool looking gorgeous in a black sleeveless shirt paired with some cotton track pants while talking to someone that looks like his trainer. Damn, he looks so good, you thought.

While you point the camera towards his direction, zooming in whilst he was meeting you halfway, “Hey, babe,” he greeted with a smile plastered on his face that was clearly caught on camera.

Getting closer to each other, you went in for a hug saying, “I missed you,” the pout evident in the tone of your voice. He chuckles at your sulkiness and replies, “I missed you too, love,” while untangling yourselves from the hug.

He then led you to where he was earlier, “Love, this is Hansung. He’s going to be our trainer today.” You nodded in response to Jaehyun. He then proceeded to introduce you, “Ssaem, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” 

“Nice to meet you, seonsaengnim,” You smiled at Hansung while extending your arm as an indication to shake hands. He nodded and replied, “You too, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I do hope that they are nothing but good stuff,” You laughed. “Seeing that all the members are very fond of you, I’m pretty sure they’re all from good intentions,” He smiled. The video then continued on a time-lapse of you and Jaehyun working out together, messing with each other a bit here and there. There was also a cute little scene that you’ve included because even you felt that it was such a sweet little moment that is worth sharing.

The scene includes the two of you in the frame together. You were doing a set of kettlebell swings while Jaehyun was sitting on a nearby bench and was just fondly looking at you with hearts in his eyes. It’s one of the purest things you’ve ever witnessed. how can one be this attracted to adore you while you were looking a mess and about to collapse from exhaustion, you thought. And watching it made your heart flutter because right then and there, you knew in your heart and mind that this man called Jaehyun is the right man for you.

The vlog then smoothly transitioned to you in the car fixing the camera’s position on the dashboard, freshly out from the shower with your hair still damp and uncombed. Once you’ve found the right position and angle, you pulled out your wet brush from your gym bag that you’ve placed on the passenger seat’s floorboard.

You began brushing your hair while you spoke to the camera and said, “Well, I’m back,” eyeing Jaehyun from the outside, making some weird faces for you, making you giggle.

“Jaehyun is outside of my car, making some weird faces,” You said, taking the camera in your hand and point it towards your goofy boyfriend while gradually zooming in on his face. When he saw that you were filming him, he stopped and went over to open the door in the back seat, putting his gym bag on the back seat’s floorboard. He then closed the door and went over to the driver’s seat, “Hi, everyone, babe,” greeting the camera with a smile, then leaning in, to peck your cheeks.

After putting the camera back on the dashboard, you proceeded to transfer your gym bag to the back seat’s floorboard to make room for your legs. “Babe, do you want some pancakes for breakfast? Or...” Jaehyun asked while using the camera’s viewfinder as his mirror. “Would you prefer to have some steak?” He continued.

“I don’t know,” You trailed off. “They’re both my favorites, I’m having a hard time picking,” You pout. Jaehyun chuckled in response and said, “I’ll pick, then?”

With a smile, you replied, “Yes, please.”

You adjusted yourself on your seat while Jaehyun was adjusting the side mirrors, getting ready to drive off. After, you quickly spoke to the camera, “I’m back in the passenger seat because Jaehyun clearly does not trust me to drive,” as you rolled your eyes at him. You were taken aback by his action, he leaned over to your side and grabbed the seatbelt and buckled you up first then, looked at the camera and said, “Chivalry is not dead, people,” and smiled with his pearly whites.

Jaehyun drove off to the breakfast place that you both go to frequently while you kept talking to the camera. Solely because you wanted to keep yourself from annoying the hell out of Jaehyun that may or may not cause disastrous chaos to unveil. 

Jaehyun on the other hand, was caught in the frame adoring you every chance he gets which is usually when he stops because of the traffic light obviously going red. 

Getting nearer to the destination, you suddenly thought of checking the photo Jaehyun posted on his instagram account in which he tagged you in.

“I’m checking the photo Jaehyun tagged me in on his instagram post,” speaking to the camera then glaring at Jaehyun. You then, showed that said post to the camera and said, “By the time this vlog is up, you’ve already seen the post but I’m just going to say it here; Johnny, Doyoung, how dare you?!” and laughed. “Also, this is going to be proof that I did finish the workout session.”

The post in question:

_jeongjaehyun: @ynsphotoroll’s post-workout situation

ynsphotoroll commented: deadass cannot move 😩 this all your fault for requesting another set 😑

johnnyjsuh commented: lol, bet this was @ynsphotoroll in just 30 minutes through the workout

ynsphotoroll replied to johnnjysuh: heck, no! this was shot after the whole sesh

do0_nct replied to johnnyjsuh: we all know she can’t do a whole workout session even to save herself 🤣

johnnyjsuh liked do0_nct s comment.

ynsphotoroll replied to do0_nct: okay, that was downright mean :( babe, welp? 🥺 @_jeongjaehyun

_jeongjaehyun replied to your comment: no can do, love. you said this was all my fault 🤷🏻‍♂️

ynsphotoroll replied to _jeongjaehyun: should i lock you out, then?

do0_nct replied to ynsphotoroll: ooh, @_jeongjaehyun you’re on your own now bud

johnnyjsuh replied to ynsphotoroll: see you in hell, @_jeongjaehyun

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In just a few seconds, the vlog then transitioned to the both of you inside the diner, sitting side by side with the camera placed in front of you and waiting for your orders to get served.

“We’re here at Y/N’s favorite diner,” Jaehyun spoke. “She loves this place more than me, I think?” He joked.

“Mhm, Yes. I definitely do.” You laughed, joking back at him. In response, he acted hurt and started sulking. “Awe, babe,” You said pouting while scooting closer to kiss his cheek. “You know, I love you. But this place serves all-freaking-day breakfast?!” You exclaimed. “You do get very excited for breakfast,” He said, looking at you fondly as if you were the most adorable thing in the world. On second thought, the nearest description of this would be like how agnes purely adores unicorns. He then looked back at the camera and continued, “She loves breakfast. Thinking about it now, I bet if she were to eat only one of the three meals of the day, no doubt, she’d definitely pick anything on the breakfast menu.” You nodded in agreement, “Well, he is definitely not wrong,”

In a few minutes, seeing the waiter walked towards the table you and Jaehyun were seated, your facial expression changed and it was all caught on camera. Your expression changed from that poker face you’re sporting that one can misunderstand, translating it to “I’m the baddest bitch, whatchu gonna do ‘bout it?” kind of aura while you were looking through your phone when in reality, in your mind, it just screams “Where the hell is my food? I’m fucking hungry.” to an expression closely distinguished to an expression mixed of excitement and giddiness of a child getting a present on Christmas day with those shiny doe eyes of yours. Which was, if I may say, a whole hundred-eighty-degree-turn from that resting bitch face of yours. To those that might have not understood, let's just say that you were drooling over the smell and food itself like you haven’t eaten in days. Or maybe that was overly dramatic and whatnot but Jaehyun was and is a hundred percent smitten in all the things you do. And when I say all, I meant each and everything. Even in the tiniest thing you do. He completely adores you, just like the most perfectly imperfect boyfriend he is to you. And all those were completely caught on the camera for you to cherish and happy to share with everyone.

“And that, ladies and gents, is what my love looks like when food is about to be served,” Jaehyun said facing the camera and eventually breaking you out of your trance. In response to his statement, you swiftly punched his chest with your palm but in a very very soft way. But being his overly dramatic self, he exaggerated his reaction as if your soft punch had hurt him badly. “Stop being dramatic, Yoonoh,” you said sternly. On cue with you calling him by his legal name, he stopped and immediately showing affection towards you making you giggle. “Guys, I’ve learned this, the hard way; when she starts to call me by my legal name, she is dead serious and I should just comply with what she says, just so that I could stay out of trouble,” he started. “Because she’s really scary when she gets pissed or angry. This is not an exaggeration, even the boys got scared of her. And that was the last time we pissed her off. Also, I firmly believe on the saying: happy wife, happy life,” Jaehyun laughed. “You make me look like a bad person,” you pouted at your boyfriend. Jaehyun pouted back at you and replies, “You’re not bad, love. I love you, just the way you are,” kissing your forehead as he post something on his Instagram account to which your phone notified you.

_jeongjaehyun tagged you in a post.

_jeongjaehyun: swipe right to see @ynsphotoroll and I’s post-workout meal 😋

ynsphotoroll liked your post.

do0_nct commented: no wonder @ynsphotoroll is the way she is

ynsphotoroll replied to do0_nct: what’s that supposed to mean??

do0_nct replied to ynsphotoroll: it means you’re getting fat

ynsphotoroll replied to do0_nct: i’m not??? 

taeoxo_nct replied to do0_nct: stop bullying y/n

_jeongjaehyun replied to do0_nct: hyung, don’t you dare hurt my love

do0_nct replied to taeoxo_nct: i’m blocking you, you know i can’t say no to you

do0_nct replied to _jeongjaehyun: fine, i’m sorry @ynsphotoroll

ynsphotoroll replied to do0_nct: ily, let’s eat out soon :-(

do0_nct liked your reply.

do0_nct replied to ynsphotoroll: dm me, i’m buying

_jeongjaehyun replied to ynsphotoroll: babe what about me 

_jeongjaehyun replied to ynsphotoroll: on second thought, @do0_nct hyung ily

“Doyoung oppa is bullying me again,” you spoke to the camera while you put down your phone on the table and began eating the food served in front of you. “Everyone, please don’t misunderstand Doyoung oppa, and I’s bickering,” you plead while you took a bite off the spoon. “It’s just how we really are, that’s how we bond,” you giggled.

“Babe,” Jaehyun called. “Let's eat first,” he said. You nodded while getting excited to take another spoon full, leaving a little sauce on the corner of your lips. To which your boyfriend giggled at then, wiped with a tissue.

“Well, you guys heard the boss,” you joked. “We’ll eat first, and come back later,” you continued then, cover the lens with your hand.

Signifying another transition with you uncovering the lens, no longer at the diner nor in your car. The change of venue is recognizable as your apartment because of the couch behind you.

“Okay, as you guys probably noticed,” you started. “We’re now in my apartment, which I would say goodbye to, soon,” you said, adoring the room. “We actually arrived about an hour ago? Or so,” you continued. “We decided to continue packing and decide on which furniture we’re going to sell. The mattress and bed frame, definitely I will sell then, post them as a story on Instagram with the prices.”

The first ‘daily vlog’ continued on in a classic time-lapse manner of you and Jaehyun packing your stuff and organizing them in different boxes that are labeled to which room is which. After, Jaehyun was seen getting your trusty Deerma vacuum and plugging it in then handing it to you. You started to vacuum the apartment while he carried the boxes to the side and stacked them up.

By the time you were finished, the sun was starting to set. So, you quickly repositioned the camera and angled it towards your window where Jaehyun sat. Since the camera was against the light, the scene was perfectly captured with your silhouette where you rest your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. A few frames after, he was seen kissing the top of your head then resting his head on yours as the sun sets, darkness starts to set in signifying that the vlog has come to an end as well.

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Upload 02, D-2  

A Day in My Life

Starting the vlog, shows a view of your makeshift workspace. Then, out of nowhere, you screamed, “Surprise!” making you giggle for the little stunt that you had done a few seconds back.

“Because let’s face it, there’s nothing more surprising than yelling surprise,” you joked. “Jokes aside, you guys might probably be surprised because of this sudden upload of a new vlog,” pausing for a moment to gather your thoughts making sure to not accidentally slip any confidential information for the time being. “I guess this is my way of saying, I appreciate all of you without me actually saying it?” laughing at your own excuse. “In this surprise vlog today, I’ll show you somewhat a day with me looks like.”

You took the camera from the tripod, holding it up with your hand. “I actually just woke up a few minutes ago, and the time now is fifteen minutes past eight in the morning,” you informed. “The first thing I do when I wake up is make and drink coffee,” lifting your cute mug to show everyone that you’ve made coffee and is now drinking it. “To the people who follow me on Instagram, this mug might be very familiar with you,” you started. “I’ve used this mug quite frequently for flat lay and drinking coffee or tea. But there is another reason why this mug is my favorite,” you paused, to sip coffee from the mug. “It’s actually because Jaehyun made this mug,” you started, sipping from the mug again. “It was during our second date, I booked us a studio in a pottery shop that I go to frequently and we both made a mug for each other. But it was not matching though.”

You continued to drink your coffee, occasionally dipping white bread in then, eating it. After finishing your cup of coffee, you immediately washed the things you used and putting them on your drying rack beside your kitchen sink.

“That is usually what I eat for breakfast, whenever I’m not going to the gym in the morning. After breakfast, I take a bath. It’s honestly just a personal preference to start my day, it gives me a refreshed feeling. So that’s what I’m going to do now,” you informed.

“I’m back,” singing to the camera, with your hair still wrapped in a towel and a robe on. “As you can probably see, I’ve just finished taking a bath,” pausing for a moment while gesturing the get-up you were sporting. “Thinking about it now, I don’t think I have shown you guys my skincare routine yet,” you said rummaging through a drawer of your vanity for a cotton pad and reaching for your toner. “This is the toner that I will use today. I’ve used it for years now, this is a holy grail,” showing the product to the camera, making sure that the camera had focused on it. “This is Glow Recipe Watermelon Glow PHA + BHA Pore-Tight Toner; absolutely love the watermelon scent it has which is not too overwhelming. Though it’s on the pricier side, it does its job pretty well,” you informed reaching out to gather a few more toners on your vanity. “I do have here other toners that are on the cheaper side,” pausing for moment, checking each bottle if it was the correct ones. “The first one is Krave Beauty Kale-lalu-yAHA which is just a few dollars cheaper, next one is Purito Centella Green Level Calming Toner and the last one, Haruharu Wonder Black Rice Hyaluronic Toner,” showing the products one by one to the camera. “I haven’t disclosed this in any of my videos before, but I do have acne-prone skin. So, all the products I have mentioned are all suited for acne-prone or sensitive skin.”

You poured enough Watermelon Glow to soak the cotton pad and started to wipe it all over your face, “Before, when I was just starting out with skincare, I would have really bad breakouts which led me to go and book an appointment with a dermatologist so that I could further understand the situation of my skin. I also used to get backne too,” you informed making sure that you also put the toner on your neck too. “Getting facials once or twice a month also helped me greatly... There are also some months that I couldn’t go to have my facial so, I make sure that I have a stock of Neogen’s exfoliating pads in my bathroom or in my luggage when I travel. I use the Neogen one, maybe once or twice a week,” you shared. “Oh?! I almost forgot I do double cleanse. The first cleanser is oil-based and the second one is CeraVe Renewing SA Cleanser,” you said while allowing the toner to dry first before you continue the next step of your routine. Putting back the toners on their rightful places on your vanity, you babbled, “This is my Virgo self, always wanting to have my things organized and clean.” 

“Moving on and skipping essence, after toner, I put on a very hydrating moisturizer,” you shared and getting the moisturizers that you will share. “Today, I’ll be using A by Bom Blue Cica Azulene Dew Soothing Hydration which is another on the pricier side but since my skin has been very dry lately, I need all the moisture I could get right now and this product delivers!” you started to rant. “Plus, since it is in a gel form; it does not come off as greasy or whatnot and it is perfect for when the weather is hot or during the summer,” you continued while lathering the moisturizer on your face and neck. “Also, a little goes a long way with this moisturizer. I have been using this for two months now and it’s still quite full,” you added. Allowing the product to dry, you decided to mention the alternatives you have, “For alternatives, I have here,” pausing for a moment. “The CeraVe PM Facial Moisturizing Lotion; texture-wise, it is in between a gel and a lotion so it’s also a good morning moisturizer. Another one, Cetaphil Moisturizing Lotion; this is a good moisturizer for both the face and body. These moisturizers are tried and tested to be very moisturizing on the skin,” you informed. 

“For serums, I usually use it at night only. The only serum I use is The Ordinary Ascorbic Acid 8% + Alpha Arbutin 2%,” you shared. “I put on sunscreen even when I’m not going out, and the sunscreen I use is either Supergoop Mattescreen Sunscreen SPF40 or Purito Centella Green Level Safe. I don’t have any other alternatives because they are literally the only ones I use,” you giggled. “I also use face masks every night to give my skin extra moisture and during winter I use face masks twice a day.” 

The vlog then transitioned to a time-lapse of you in your very comfy loungewear; a maroon ribbed crop top paired with your trusty gray sweatpants, pacing around the kitchen and cooking yourself some lunch. Then putting your lunch on a plate and head off to your almost empty living room, placing your lunch on the coffee table and opening your laptop to watch some Netflix.

“I’m currently outside, I’m heading to the grocery,” you informed while you were walking with the camera in your hand. “But before going to the grocery, I decided to take a little stroll to get my body moving and to help me digest the lunch I had,” you laughed. “Jaehyun will be coming over tonight so I’m going to buy some ingredients for our dinner tonight,” pausing a few seconds to look at where you were going, “Well, and some midnight snacks; none other than the good ol’ ramen.” 

The vlog then continued to a time-lapse of your little stroll and grocery shopping until you get home and start to prepare for dinner. Still in your comfy loungewear, putting on an apron over it, you brought the butter out from the refrigerator, settling it on the side and started to chop some onions and garlics. The main course tonight; your infamous steak. The boys loved it the last time you cooked it for them, your own boyfriend included. And for desert, you bought a Tres Leches cake in that cute little cafe near your apartment complex and placed it inside the fridge to keep it cooled. 

You then turned on your stove to pre-heat the skillet pan you’ll be using as well as the exhaust hood, and started to marinate the steaks with salt and pepper, leaving it to the side. You also bought some sweet potatoes in the supermarket a while, knowing that Jaehyun loves them, you decided to roast some in the oven.

For the main course, you started off with melting the butter on the pan. Once the butter has melted, you put in some onion and a whole lot of garlic then placing the steaks in using metal tongs, pressing down across top surface of steaks to ensure the entire bottom surface is making direct contact with skillet. While waiting for the bottom of the steak to turn brown, you opted to quickly clean up your kitchen counter. Flipping the steaks and continue to cook the other side, you continued to clean up. After a few minutes, you reduced the heat. And by that time, you were done cleaning up the counter and all that’s left is to wash the utensils and plated you’ve used to prepare. And that was when Jaehyun came into the frame; he was seen putting on the rubber gloves that rested on your kitchen sink and started to wash the dishes while you keep an eye on the steak.

The video then transitioned to you and Jaehyun setting up the food on your coffee table in your living room. The video continued on a normal paced manner when you were both eating, talking, and laughing with a faint background music playing over the video. 

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Upload 03, D-1

The Truth

Take one: “I actually don’t know how to start today’s vlog,” tou started with a frown on your face.

*bleep*

Take two: “This is what’s going on behind the camera, the truth is,” seriousness and sadness evident in the tone of your voice.

*bleep*

Take three: “I honestly don’t know how will I say the truth to you guys,” with tears that were threatening to escape from your eyes, now pouring down your face. You took a tissue from your tissue box on the table to wipe the tears staining your face.

*bleep*

“Hello, everyone! Welcome back to my channel,” you said enthusiastically signifying the real beginning of the vlog. “How was the intro?” you quizzed, eyebrows wiggling. “It’s actually just a little skit,” Jaehyun laughed in the background, “You might as well just audition for a part, you’ll surely be casted. Because wow, that crying was very believable,” he continued with a hint of amazement evident in his voice. “Thank you for your kind words, sir,”

“Oh, sir?” you saw him wiggle his brows behind the camera. “I kind of like hearing you address me like that,” he responded in his deep voice, being sultry in the background. You rolled your eyes at him, knowing very well that there’s a double meaning in what he said. “You do know that they’re going to catch on what you just said, right?” you scolded him. “I’m going to laugh at you when this whole thing gets meme'd, gif’d or whatever. You’re never going to live up to this, I swear,” Jaehyun just laughed at you in response to your rambling.

“Okay,” you sighed. “Kidding aside, this will actually be some kind of a sit-down video wherein I tell you guys my future plans and whatnot,” you started. “Some kind of get ready with me or like a story telling video of some sorts,” you continued to ramble.

“Jaehyun is here because he stayed over last night because while we having dinner I just sold my sofa. The buyer and I agreed that she could pick it up here in my apartment complex, and Jaehyun, being the best boyfriend he is,” pausing for a quick second to wink at him behind the camera, making him laugh. “He decided to stay over and help with carrying the sofa down to the lobby. And may I say how adorable she looked when she saw Jaehyun,” pausing again to put a hand over your heart, reminiscing what happened this morning. “These fan interactions with Jaehyun are always so adorable to me, they make you feel all warm and fuzzly inside; if you guys know what I mean,” with eyes twinkling from pure adoration of those moment, “It’s definitely one of those feel-good moments, don’t you guys think so?”

“But that is not actually what I’m supposed to talk about today,” in you said in a serious tone. “Lol, sorry about that, this is not that serious though,” you continued. “I can’t believe that I was able contain my excitement over this in the surprise vlogs I’ve uploaded recently,”

With a smile plastered on your face and excitement in your eyes, “We’re finally moving, tomorrow!” you announced. Jaehyun coming into the frame, champagne and two mugs on hand. He poured the champagne to the mugs to celebrate with you, “She was really excited to tell you guys this, but that is not only the announcement we have today,” Jaehyun started. “I also have an announcement to make. It has been months since it was confirmed with the cast, but I’m here to confirm it to you guys, to my beloved Czennies, that yes, I am indeed a part of the cast for KBS’ new drama series, Dear.M,” he said with happiness in his eyes and a smile on his face.

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Upload 04, D-Day

Move In With Us

“It’s finally D-day guys!” you sang to the intro.

“I’m sad to say goodbye to my apartment,” you pouted, changing the subject of the lens from you to your empty apartment. “It’s around brunch time now, but we still haven’t eaten yet. We’re probably going to eat when we’ve settled in to our new home. And yes, of course, we’re going to get jajangmyeon delivered because... I don’t know, I’ve always heard that when you move into a new apartment the first thing you should eat is jajangmyeon, but nit so sure about what it really means,” you rambled while taking a quick tour of the apartment before you bid farewell. “Jaehyun and Tyong oppa are here, they’ve brought the boxes down to their cars. As for my furnitures, I’ve sold all of them. Jaehyun and I actually bought some already in Ikea, to which you’ll be able to see on the next vlog,” you winked at the camera, “I gotchu guys,”

Walking back over to the living room, “Anyways, the big furnitures we bought are going to be delivered some time this week but the small decors we actually already left it at the new apartment a few days ago,”

Jaehyun entered to the apartment and said, “Babe, you ready?” You nodded to him in response, snaking your arms to his torso and said, “Goodbye, house. Thank you, you’ve been so good to me.”

The video transitioned smoothly to the scenery outside of the car and then to you, Jaehyun and Taeyong taking the boxes inside the new apartment. After, Taeyong bid farewell to the two of you and hugged you both. Then transitioned to the both of you unwrapping the plastics from the jajangmyeon’s packaging. It showed the two of eating on the floor, in front of the windows as the sun sets yet again. The next scene was Jaehyun unwrapping what seems to be a deflated mattress that quickly inflated as soon as the plastic was torn apart with the caption in the middle of the video saying, “And with that, we spent our first night dreaming of our future together,”

The vlog ends as the video fades to black.

While you were editing the Move In With Us vlog that you just published on your channel, you were shocked that the last footage on the SD card from your camera lasted for quite a few hours. And then it suddenly hits you, but you didn’t believe it not until you’ve seen it with your own two eyes. In which you’ve regretted watching as soon as the obscene actions started, instantly taking you back to what had happened during your first night together. The scene vividly captures each and every move in a whopping 4K quality.

It started with a passionate kiss that slowly turns into a sloppy and messy one. You moaned through the kiss as you feel the wetness that starts to pool in between your legs. A few moments later, slowly pulling away from the kiss, you smirked at your boyfriend and pushing him to the mattress that laid on the floor, quickly hovering above him and his eyes only focused on yours. Wasting not another second, he kissed you again, his hands roaming all over your body, feeling every inch and every curve while mumbling, “You’re so fucking beautiful, babe.”

Your lips started to leave open mouth kisses as you traveled down to his jaw, his neck, to his chest. Your mouth found their way to his nipples, gently sucking; earning a moan from your boyfriend. “I want to suck your cock,” while your mouth moved towards his other nipple, giving it the same attention as the other. “Fuck...” he groaned. “Show me what that pretty mouth can do,”

It was the go signal. And like a child excited getting excited for a piece of candy, you quickly went down his torso, unbuckling his belt and taking off his pants, you greeted by his now hard cock standing as if it was saying hi to you. “Fuck, baby. I still can’t get used to seeing your cock after all this time,” your mouth watered at that sinful sight. Licking the precum on his tip, “You’re so big, baby,” Earning yet another sinful moan. You took his length, bobbing your head slowly keeping eye contact with him. “You look so hot with your mouth stuffed with my cock,” Bobbing your head a bit faster, hollowing your cheeks making him moan at the pleasure you were giving. A few moments later, your bobs sped up with one hand helping you pump his length and the other toying with his balls, your eyes never leaving his. “Just like that baby,” taking his length further down your throat. “Shit,” you moaned at the sight, sending vibrations against his cock. His hands, intertwining with your hair as you choke on his cock. “Fuck, babe. I’m gonna cum,” With every bob of your head, you take him in further, making him explode from pleasure your mouth was providing him. Like the good girl you are, you swallowed everything he gave. Opening your mouth to show him, “Shit, babe, you’re fucking amazing. Let me return the favor, yeah?”

Jaehyun discarded his shirt on the floor while you were giving him a private strip tease that got him hornier resulting in him getting hard again for you. And you noticed; you most definitely fucking noticed and it turned you on even more making you wetter than you originally were. Your pussy was so wet that it was already pouring down your legs which definitely did not go unnoticed by Jaehyun. “Baby, you’re dripping for me,”

Jaehyun pulled you in his embrace, making you straddle his lap and as soon as you did his lips were quickly attached on neck leaving a love bite or two before moving over to your soft mounds. Taking one to his mouth sucking gently while the other gets equal attention from his hands, earning a whimper from you. His mouth then found its way to the other mound tending the same way he did earlier. Flipping you over to the bed, with him now hovering above you. He made his way down in between your legs, “Your smell intoxicates me baby,” You moaned loudly to his cold breath that radiated towards your cunt. Getting impatient, craving for his touch, you suddenly jerked your cunt towards his face. “Baby, please...” you whimpered. “Please, what baby?” you whined, wanting even the slightest of friction. “I want you, baby. Eat me out, put your fingers inside me, anything. Just please touch me,” you begged. And without any warning, Jaehyun slowly licked a stripe on your folds. You whimpered at his action. He then starts to devour your cunt like an animal who hasn’t eaten in days; licking and flicking your clit, he inserted his middle finger and began to slowly pump it in and out of your heat. You were already a moaning mess by the time he adds another finger, “I feel your pussy pulsating, you close, hm?” you whimpered in response. Pumping his finger faster while stimulating your clit with his thumb, eyes fixated on your face as if he was memorizing each and every reaction your face contorts. “Come for me, baby,” he encouraged. The knot that formed in your abdomen threatening to unfold, “C’mon baby, look at me when you come for me,” and that was the last straw, the knot in your abdomen unraveled making you see stars while you release spurts of liquid on your boyfriend’s face. “That,” your boyfriend in disbelief, “was definitely fucking hot!”

You were exhausted from your orgasm but Jaehyun was clearly not yet done with you as he cleaned up your juices with his mouth and tongue making you whimpered from overstimulation. “Those beautiful sounds that come out your mouth makes me want to fuck you to oblivion,” he growled.

“Show me how it’s done, baby,” urging him on.

Still hovering above you, he aligned his shaft to your folds, slowly pushing it in, “Fuck, you’re so tight,” you moaned at the way his length was filling you up pefectly; your walls perfectly hogging his length. “Please, move,” you moaned.

His thrusts started off slow, appreciating the feel of your walls around his length. “You feel so good, baby,” you moaned, urging him to go faster. You wrapped your legs on his waist, wanting him to go deeper. Both of your moans fill up the empty bedroom. That familiar knot starting to form again, you clenched on his length. “Shit, baby. If you keep doing that I’m gonna blow my load in you,” you didn’t know why but his words made your cunt clench, “Do it, I’m on the pill,” you urged. He flipped you over him, loving the way he manhandles you in the bedroom. “Ride me,”

And ride him you did. With the new position allowing him to perfectly hit your gspot while bounce on his cock as if your depended on it. Using him to catch your own release. “Fuck, yeah. Baby,” he moaned, making you whimper. He thrusts his hips upwards to meet yours, and it made you a moaning mess, hitting your gspot over and over again. The knot came unraveling once again, screaming his name as you spurt your juices on your boyfriend’s body. Jaehyun waited for a few minutes so that you could come down from you high. And when you did, he thrusted his length in your pussy with his pace unmatched. Another knot forming in your abdomen, making you whimper as he use your cunt, mercilessly fucking you to oblivion. Within a few minutes, his thrusts became sloppier as he comes closer to his release, painting your walls white with the ropes of cum he released in your cunt. Milking himself dry with your cunt, he thrusts once more, untying the knot that had build up, squirting on him again.

“That was fucking amazing,” you sighed. “No, baby. YOU are amazing,” he replied.

Jaehyun took care of you after, running a warm bath for the both of you, lathering your body with soap, dressing you up in your pajamas and even combing and blow drying your hair.

It was the perfect way to end the first night together in your new home with your best boyfriend.

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Author’s Note/s: I do hope you enjoyed this chapter, as always feedbacks are always appreciated, you can send then in my ask. It keeps me motivated to write.

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Day 2: Swordplay

@daminette-december2019-2020

The Waynes knew that Damian was hiding something from them. Why else was he sneaking out about every day at the same time to god know where? What they didn't know was WHERE he was going. So, they did the most logical thing they could do other than following him. Because unlike Jason, who seemed to have a death wish, the rest of the Waynes were quite happy staying alive. And they didn't want the words,' maimed by their little brother' written on their tombstone. They decided to confront him.

One day as Damian was sneaking out once again, all the Wayne siblings stopped him from going through the door. They noticed the sword in his hand but didn't say a word about it. Instead, Jason gave Damian a shit-eating grin and said, "So Demon Spawn! Where are you going? Do you have a cute date, or are you planning someone's murderer?" ...Yeah, Jason had a death wish.

Dick quickly broke in before Jason could do any further damage, "That's not what he meant, Lil' D. We're just curious about where you've been going lately. We want the best for you, Dami."

Damian looked conflicted on what to do, and his siblings thought that they had put him in a hard place, but instead, he answered them like the brat he was. "Tt, it is not the business of any of you imbeciles. So go and get your idiotic brains out of my business and go and annoy someone else." He then stormed out of the manor and quickly got into his car before driving off. Dick, Jason, Tim, Steph, and Cass all looked at each other. Yeah, they were going to go follow him, but they were curious. And at this point, they were willing to die if only to get information. Guess curiosity really did kill the cat...

And that is why they were now following Damian's car to his unknown destination. After a couple of minutes, Damian finally stopped the car in front of a building. They looked over to the building and realized that it was the local gym. But, the Waynes always had a rented out room because it wouldn't be a good idea for them to be seen sparring. It would create too much gossip, and the Waynes already had enough of that circling around them 24/7.

They all quickly took off their suits, wearing their civilian clothes again, before walking into the gym. They hurried inside, hoping to see the cause of Damian's secrecy.  And what they saw greatly surprised them.

There inside the room was Damian and a girl! They were both holding katanas. The one that Damian was holding was the katana he had snuck out with today.  The girl, on the other hand, seemed to be using one of Damian's katanas as well. But something that all of Damian's siblings knew was that Damian NEVER let anyone touch his katana. Just who was this girl?

They watched the pair swordfight. But two things seemed odd during the match. One was that Damian and the girl were equally matched, and Damian didn't look to be holding back. Another was that they weren't just sword fighting. They were flirting the whole time! During the match, they danced around each other exchanging blows and witty, flirty remarks. What they were doing wasn't a swordfight. No, it was swordplay.

Finally, the girl pinned Damian to the ground while smirking, "Looks like I won, Habibi Al-Shaytan (My Beloved Demon)."

Damian chuckled lightly which scared his sibling half to death. "It seems so, Malaki Jamiliti (My Beautiful Angel)." He then leaned forward to kiss her. And that was when Jason decided to announce his presence along with everyone else.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!! You have a fucking girlfriend! Why the hell would she want to date someone as demonic as you?!" When the girl heard that, she walked over to Jason and roundhouse kicked him. This effectively made him shut up, and she released the anger she felt when he said negative things about her boyfriend. Her actions left everyone in shock except for Damian who was smiling at her proudly.

Jason groaned in pain while muttering, "Shit, that fucking hurt. How could a small pixie manage to do that?" His words ended up snapping everyone out of their shock.

Stephanie bounded forward and shook her hand furiously, "Hi, Tiny! I'm Stephanie! But, you can call me Steph! The asshole you kicked is Jason. The smiling man is Richard or Dick. The quiet but analytical girl is Cassandra or Cass. The man who has a coffee in his hand and looks like he's seconds away from collapsing is Timothy or Tim. It's nice to meet you!"

The girl smiled pleasantly before replying with a hint of a French accent, "It's nice to meet you too, Steph! I'm Marinette. I assume that you are Dami's siblings."

Dick smiled widely, "Oh, little D! You talked about us!"

Damian huffed, "Tt, they're mostly complaints about you imbeciles."

Marinette shook her head with a smile on her face. She then looked over to Tim as he asked, "How did you meet?"

Marinette replied, "We met a few years ago through a mutual acquaintance. We became friends and started dating two years ago."

They looked from Damian to Marinette in disbelief before shouting, "YOU'VE HAD A SECRET GIRLFRIEND FOR TWO YEARS!!!".

Oh boy, was the thought that went through Damian's head. This was going to take a lot of explaining.

Bonuses:

#1 Bruce and Alfred find out about Marinette.

Bruce: You're saying that Damian has been dating someone for two years and NONE of us knew about it

Everyone other than Damian, Marinette, and Alfred: YES!

Bruce: I'm going to go process this somewhere else. Congratulations son on your girlfriend

Alfred: *Starts tearing up:

Everyone: What's wrong?!

Alfred: I'm finally going to have a great-grandchild

Everyone other than Damian and Marinette: ...

Damian: This shows how much faith Alfred has in you guys getting a partner and keeping them

#2 Marinette's reaction to Alfred wanting a great-grandchild

Marinette: Wait! You're relying on us for a great-grandchild

Damian: What's wrong, habibti? Don't you love me?

Marinette: *Red as a tomato and buries herself in Damian's chest* Why are you supporting them?!

Damian: I want a kid with you, Angel. *kisses her neck* Good thing we have good genes, we'll be able to make amazing children

Marinette: *Marinette.exe has stopped working. Would you like to close the program or wait*

[jeonsjiddies]

apodyopsis (m) | jjk

summary- apodyopsis (n.) ; the act of mentally undressing someone

alternatively, Jungkook is a nude model in your art class

rating- explicit / 18+ word count-  12k pairing- jungkook x reader genre- smut Warnings- daddy kink, slight degrading?, mild health concerns, very light bdsm?, masturbation, oral (female and male receiving), rough sex, kind of dom!jungkook, a little name calling?, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it bb)

blkjmn & dontaskshhhhh ( weak&wet ™) ;  2020 all rights reserved©

a/n: our lovechild is born! We worked so hard on this, we hope you love it as much as we do. Currently thanking my lucky stars that @blkjmn​ agreed to collab with me, and that she saved my life with that glorious sex scene because I can’t seem to stop writing mushy fluffy smut. I love you so much thank you for being by my side and co-writing this with me. <3

“There’s one last thing we need to discuss before you are signed, Mr. Jeon. Do we need to backtrack for a moment to review, or shall we continue on?” The business contractor asked, using his thumb and index finger to push his glasses up further onto his nose bridge.

Jungkook wasn’t registering a single word that left the man’s mouth. His eyes were glued to the fine print on the page that described the job he’d be keeping for likely most of his (young adult) life, or at least until he was able to successfully rid himself of the guilt that's been resting on his broad shoulders for the last ten years.

He would never be able to forget the way his mother’s face fell every time he was discharged from the hospital. Not only did she have no answers and a still sick child to take home, but she also had a weighty hospital bill to add to the others that she received about once a month. She worked her ass off to take care of him as best she could, even with the gigantic debt she kept under her belt for the entirety of his childhood.

All of this was hidden from Jungkook until he was told he had celiac disease at the age of ten. His symptoms had gotten worse the longer his condition remained unnoticed, even though he would complain to his mother of constant pain everyday, tearful eyes locking with hers as if begging for her to give him any sort of relief.

“Mommy, my stomach hurts!”

“I’m not hungry! It makes it worse to eat!”

“Can you please make it stop, mama?”

He cringes every time he thinks about what he must’ve put his mother through as a child, and how she always managed to push a smile even though she was fighting to make ends meet.

Even after all of that, he was hesitating on signing this contract because he was too shy? Bullshit. He’d be selfish if he were to deny this opportunity because of his underlying fear of being seen naked in front of a large audience of people.

He knew he had no real reason to be afraid, though. After constant teasing in school for being extremely thin due to his illness, he built up the courage to get himself a gym membership when his condition became less overbearing.

He ate more often, built up more muscle, and managed to become more confident in himself and his abilities.

So, what did he have to be nervous for?

Jungkook no longer had any issues with stripping himself down. His body was sculpted perfectly, and he had a massive dick to accompany the figure he had worked for so many years towards.

Sure, everything was all set for him, but not for his mom. Jungkook knew that she barely managed to make her rent last month.

He needed to sign this contract.

“Mr. Jeon?” Jungkok’s glossy eyes were blown wide. He hadn’t moved an inch in the past minute.

“Mr. Jeon…” The man rolled his eyes, obviously knowing that it would take a bit more than calling the young man’s name to get him out of whatever trance he’d put himself in. He slammed his fist down onto the table, and Jungkook’s eyes crossed for a moment before he jolted to his senses.

He cleared his throat, and immediately began sputtering apologies.

“I-I’m so sorry. I’m not quite sure what came over me, I-” The contractor held his hand up, effectively silencing the boy as he picked up the pen that sat to the right of him while offering it to Jungkook with a raised brow.

“If this is something that you are not going to take seriously, then you may escort yourself out of my office. If you’d like to begin your career in this field, then take this pen and sign this contract.” Jungkook didn’t hesitate in grabbing the pen from the man, immediately apologizing for the way he snatched it out of his grasp.

He gnawed on his bottom lip, eyes scanning over the words on the thin paper as if he hadn’t been in this chair reviewing them for the past three hours.

This job paid well, and he had nothing to risk.

Except for the probable denial of any office job he’d try to apply to.

Why would he want an office job anyway?

Probably because--

“Any day now, Mr. Jeon.” He cast an annoyed glance toward the man. Couldn’t he see that he was contemplating on signing the damn thing?

He sighed, stretched his neck from side to side, and lifted the pen to the paper with a shaking hand.

The moment he finished signing, the crumpled sheet was ripped from under his fingertips, and tucked away into the desk of who Jungkook really hoped wouldn’t be his boss.

“It’s nice to have you along, kid.” Jungkook smiled nervously.

“You’ve got a great look, but of course, nude modeling is about what’s under the clothes.” His face instantly began to pale as he gripped the armrests of the chair he sat in.

Was this old dude asking to see him naked? Right now?

“You can step inside of the bathroom behind me to change. There should be a robe hanging on the door. Put it on, meet me outside, and we’ll take a few pictures for your portfolio.”

Jungkook sat still in the chair, staring at the man across from him with those adorable eyes widened in slight panic.

He was trying to pull himself up so he wouldn’t look like a fumbling idiot, but he couldn’t move a limb.

There was no turning back now, and he was fully aware of that.

“Am I… am I supposed to be naked for the f-first photo shoot?” Jungkook asked, his voice weak.

The contractor raised an eyebrow. It was normal for newcomers to be nervous, but he couldn’t understand why it was so difficult for him to follow directions.

In due time, he supposed.

“No, Jungkook.” The contractor sighed, pressing his thumb and middle finger against his temples in distress. Jungkook noted that this was the first time the man had addressed him formally as well, so it was probably in his best interest to go get changed if he didn’t want to get fired before he officially started the job.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He said, standing from the chair as he looked over the contractor’s shoulder to the bathroom. It seemed to be decently sized, and he could really use some time alone to get his nerves settled before he had to… well, pose naked for the camera.

Well, not naked. Not this time. That’s what the contractor said.

He looked toward the man one last time, before he began pushing himself in the direction of the bathroom. Upon approaching it, he could pick up the smell of lavender coming from the candles that were lit inside.

He opened the door, and immediately turned around to close and lock it.

He checked to make sure the door was locked before he pulled his shirt over his head and carefully pulled each of his shoes off.

He checked once more as he unbuckled his pants.

He checked one final time as he threw his belt to the floor.

Jungkook slid his thumbs in between his hips and the fabric of the jeans as he tugged them down toward the ground. He had no issue with this as of yet, seeing as he was still in his boxers.

He pressed his body up against the wall, giving himself something to lean up against as he took his jeans off and threw them toward the pile of his clothes he created on the floor.

The boxers were all that were left.

“Come on, man.” He whispered to himself, glaring at his reflection in the mirror as he began to get annoyed at his own anxiousness.

It was just a couple of pictures, and he’d be covered by a robe. He was acting like a wreck for no reason.

He closed his eyes and yanked the boxers down in one swift motion, knowing that if he hesitated, he probably would’ve just left them on.

Jungkook shivered as the cold air went straight to his dick, and he almost knocked one of the candles over and sent the bathroom up into flames as he lunged for the robe that was near the door.

It was soft and fluffy, and it also carried the faint scent of the lavender that engulfed his senses. It was warm as well, like a heated towel.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad, then.

He noticed that there were a pair of flimsy sandals sitting near the door as he prepared to leave. He was never told to put them on, or to mess with them at all, but he’d rather not walk around with his bare feet, so he slid them on anyway.

He checked his reflection once more, adjusting the robe a bit so it hung loosely around his waist, and so more of his chest could be exposed.

Sure, he was nervous, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to put on a good show.

He ran his hands down his sides, purposely brushing them over his cock as he considered giving it a few quick pumps before he made his way outside.

That’d be sure to leave a great first impression, which was what he was going for, but it’d be obvious that he was touching himself because his face would blush bright red.

He reached down to grab his clothes, folding them somewhat neatly. He grabbed his shoes and sat them on top of the stack of clothes he’d made.

Worry began to bubble in his stomach once he stepped out of the bathroom to find himself alone in the large office room, but he quickly remembered that he was told to meet the guy outside.

He hummed a small tune as he took quick steps toward the office door, placing his large hand upon the knob and opening it slowly, just in case his boss (Jungkook decided to assume that’s who this man was going to become. It’s better to wish for the worst anyway, right?) was right in front of the door.

Once he didn’t feel any force being pressed against the door, he opened it carefully and shimmied his way out of the office. He pressed his back against it to close it, and this small action caught the attention of his boss, who was sitting on a small bench a few feet away from the office.

“Great! You’re all changed.” The man smiled gently at him, clapping his hands together as he stood up and quickly approached Jungkook.

Jungkook stumbled back a few steps, confused by this sudden change of behavior. Was it because he was finally complying, or was it because he was about to be used for profit?

Either way, he didn’t mind. It’d be a hell of a lot easier to work in a less stressful environment, so he’d take what he could get.

“Uh, yeah… I wasn’t sure of where to put my clothes,” Jungkook began, holding up his clothes as he spoke, “so I decided to—“

“Ah, thank you for the reminder!” The man spoke, retreating back toward the bench he sat on to fetch an unmarked black bookbag from behind it.

He handed it to Jungkook, who took it thankfully and with a small smile.

“When do I return this to you?” Jungkook asked, not bothering to look toward his boss as he spoke as he was busy stuffing his belongings into the bag.

“It’s yours to keep, son.” Jungkook closed the bag and stood up, tossing it lazily over one of his shoulders as he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh, thank you so much.” He smiled sincerely. He was especially thankful that it was unmarked, because if he were to wear the bag out in public, he’d hate for someone to actually read the company name and google it, only to find pictures of him covered with only a robe on the home page.

He shivered at the thought.

“The studio is actually on this floor, so we haven’t got far of a walk at all.” His boss began to walk, and Jungkook followed a few feet behind him as he began to survey his surroundings at each turn they took.

“Now, there will be a handful of people in this room with you. Other models, photographers, of course, lighting specialists, stylists, and a few possible employers.” Jungkook hummed as the man spoke, ignoring every word that was coming out of his mouth as his heart began to thud loudly in his chest.

He didn’t need this explanation, anyway. The average person knows a little something about how a photo shoot works.

Even though he was a considerable distance away from his boss, he was almost sure that he could hear the thudding in his chest.

“Every single one of the people waiting in this room are going to do their best to make you look good, so there’s no need to worry. Relax, and you focus on making the company look good.” He laughed throatily, and Jungkook laughed stiffly from behind him.

‘Make the company look good my ass,’ Jungkook thought.

He rolled his eyes, almost crashing directly into the short man in front of him as they abruptly stopped at a door tucked away into the corner of the hallway they were on.

“This is it. Do you have anything else to ask of me?” Jungkook hurriedly said no, his nerves being replaced by the excitement to show himself off a bit.

“Alright.” The man nodded once before he opened the door, and once again, Jungkook was slapped in the dick with a blast of cold air.

He raised his eyebrows in interest as he surveyed the few models that were scattered about the different sets that were spread apart in the room. One set was sexy and seductive, dripping in elements of crimson and black, another was a bit more fun, which used orange and yellow to contrast against the white, and Jungkook couldn’t even conjure up the words to describe the other sets.

He continued to watch the models pose as if this was natural for them, flinching every now and then at the bright light that would flash every time a picture was taken.

He also noted that all of the models were nude.

They seemed to be masters of their talents, so maybe Jungkook got to leave the robe on because he was an amateur?

“Shit.” Jungkook cursed under his breath. Another cool draft of wind ran through the room, and he scurried to look down and pull the robe over his thighs.

Jungkook heaved a sigh of relief once he successfully covered himself, and his boss quickly strolled over to him to grab the bag off of his shoulder. Jungkook immediately looked over to ask him what he was doing, but before he got the chance, he was being whisked away by a manicured hand.

Everything moved quickly, but this should’ve been what Jungkook was expecting. This wasn’t just about his money.

He was thrown onto a couch near the center of the room, which was white just like the walls.

As soon as his ass touched the couch cushions, there were at least four people crowding over him to add some blush to his cheeks, and add some hairspray to his hair.

He was startled, but he didn’t mind the chaotic environment. It reminded him very much of the hospital he frequented when he was younger, and the thought of him finally being able to help his mom out after so long brought a smile to his face.

After the clutter of bodies went away, Jungkook was left alone on the couch with a camera pointed directly at him.

He gulped, his mouth suddenly dry.

The man behind the camera snapped a few shots of Jungkook to test the quality of the photos, and once he was pleased with what he saw, he stared expectantly at Jungkook with a raised brow.

“Uh…” Jungkook began.

“Take your robe off.” He stated bluntly. Jungkook choked, and immediately looked to where he saw his boss last, but he was nowhere to be found.

That fucker.

“I—I thought that I—“

“You may want to be quick about it, too. Time is money, and the more pictures we take of you, the better your chances are at being promoted.” Jungkook sighed.

If there was one thing he needed, it was money.

Hell, that’s what he got the job for.

He slowly brought his hands down to the sash that was holding the robe together and undid it, tossing it next to him on the couch.

He smirked lightly when he heard a few of the women standing behind the photographer gasp, quickly scanning every one of their faces to see their shocked expressions.

Jungkook could read the women easily. They all bit their lips, winked, or waved flirtatiously as he made eye contact with them, except for one woman.

She smiled teasingly at him, although she was seemingly unimpressed with his level of confidence. She raised an eyebrow tauntingly, pretending as if she didn’t understand why everyone was reacting as if they’d never seen a penis before. Though her cool exterior radiated disinterest, Jungkook could see past her facade, her eyes gave everything away. He could see the desire in her y/e/c irises. Jungkook understood, he felt it too.

Jungkook returned the smile, oddly at ease by her presence. He absentmindedly licked his lips as he raked his eyes up and down the curves of her figure.

She wore a long sleeved shirt that hugged her frame perfectly, a tight skirt that rested a few inches above her knees, and a pair of black heels that made her legs look absolutely stunning from where Jungkook was sitting.

He was sure they’d still look delicious if he were to take a closer look, which he wouldn’t mind in the slightest.

His mind wandered, images of her naked body flashing behind his eyelids. He lost himself in his daydreams of kissing up her legs while she squirmed underneath him.

What the hell is wrong with him? He was made to be the one receiving suggestive glances, but here he was, blatantly checking out the cute girl that was just trying to make him comfortable.

The girl broke eye contact with him, and he immediately looked away as well, squirming slightly in his seat as he felt his cock harden between his legs.

He made no effort to hide it, but he did close his legs a bit to make it less obvious.

He did not just get a boner because he made eye contact with a pretty girl.

Well, on the bright side, he didn’t have to worry about getting himself hard in the bathroom.

He glanced over in the lady’s direction once more, pouting once he noticed that she was no longer paying any attention to him, instead scribbling something down on a notepad she held in her small hands.

Why did he want her attention so bad?

“Alright,” The photographer began, bringing Jungkook back down to earth, “Keep it natural. The more relaxed you feel, the better your photos will turn out.” Jungkook nodded, a bit more eager than he should’ve been to begin his first session.

“Perfect!” The photographer yelled, snapping one last photo of Jungkook before he closed the lens of his camera and began to pack up his equipment.

Most of the other models and workers filed out already, and Jungkook was overly thankful that it would be his turn to leave this room next.

Jungkook thought the shoot went very well, as it was very easy for him to… keep himself encouraged throughout, thanks to that pretty lady.

He relaxed from his position, in which he was leaned forward, his elbows propped onto his knees as he smirked cockily at the camera.

He wasn’t sure of what to do just yet, waiting for his liar of a boss to make himself shown again.

Especially considering that the man had his clothes and shoes.

Jungkook sighed and closed his eyes, pressing his back into the couch as he breathed in and out slowly. He continued like this for a few moments, until he could hear heels tapping against the floor in his direction.

He opened one of his eyes, taking a peek at who was walking toward him.

Jungkook immediately sat up upon noticing that it was the woman with the sexy legs that kept his dick hard through the entirety of his shoot.

She approached him with a friendly smile, and Jungkook returned her sincerity with a smile of his own.

“Could I take a seat?” She motioned toward the empty spot on the couch next to him. Jungkook nodded once.

“Of course.” He moved over a bit, his cock swinging against his inner thigh as he did so.

It was then that he realized that he was absolutely naked still, so he grabbed the robe that laid over the arm of the couch and threw it on, as if the woman hadn’t already seen everything he had to offer— and more.

“Thank you!” She smiled at him. ”I’m Y/N.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I’m Jungkook.” She chuckled at this. Jungkook was confused as to what she found funny, maybe his name?

He gripped the robe between his fingers, nervously running the pads of them over the soft material as he pondered over what could’ve made the tempting woman in front of him giggle so sweetly.

“Why’re you laughing?” She noticed his nerves return, a knowing smirk on her lips as she watched the way he shyly avoided eye contact with her.

“I already know who you are, Mr. Jeon.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder. It’s almost as if she knew she was enticing.

“You did some great work today, you know?” She flashed him an adorable smile again.

It was something about the way that ‘Mr. Jeon’ rolled off of her tongue that was driving Jungkook up the wall.

“Look, I know this may seem a bit forward, but you radiate great potential.” Jungkook nodded, thanking her quietly, as she pulled out that notepad that she was scribbling in when she was too busy to give him attention while he was posing sexily.

“I conduct an art class at a community center, and I’d love it if you were to drop by and model for me a bit, since you’ve gotten the swing of things fairly quickly.” She giggled, as she ripped out the page from the small book and handed it to him gently.

“Please, feel free to decline if you’re uncomfortable, but if you’d like to give it a try then give me a call.” She eyed him carefully as he picked up the paper and read over it.

“That’s my personal number, so you can call me whenever you’d like.” Something about that sentence put an image into Jungkook’s head.

“Alright, I’ll get out of your hair now.” She stood up, collecting her belongings as she did so.

“If I never run into you again, then it’s been a pleasure, Jungkook.” She proceeded to walk away, leaving him on the couch alone.

Jungkook lingered just outside the door of the art room, his stomach twisting with nerves. When he’d first been approached about modeling, he’d laughed it off. It started off with easy stuff, brand deals and commercial advertisements. How did he end up here? Posing nude in front of a group of strangers to pick apart his body for their art? This was the best paying gig he’d ever been presented with… the small advertising gigs had been a couple hundred at best but this one would put a sizable dent in his mother’s debt, easing her misfortune. Jungkook had to do this. For her.

He held his head high and strolled into the room with a confident air, any trace of his uneasiness washed away. He glanced around at the unfamiliar faces, carefully watching his every move. He smiled in a greeting, until his eyes landed on you. His face lit up at seeing your familiar face and your heart clenched at the sight.  Should Jungkook have found comfort in your deceptively soft eyes? No. Did he? Absolutely. Your sharp tongue didn’t phase him too badly, not when he could see the tenderness in your eyes.

“Good morning, Mr. Jeon.” you smiled, extending your hand in an invitation.

Jungkook reached out, enveloping your small hand in his own larger one, shaking it professionally. He reveled at how soft your skin was.

“Good morning, Ms. Y/L/N.” he greeted. “Good morning, everyone.” he addressed the rest of the room. “Please call me Jungkook.”

“Alright. Jungkook here is going to be our model. Long gone are the days of fruit baskets. Here is where the fun begins.” you smirked, sending a raised eyebrow Jungkook’s way.

In spite of himself, Jungkook blushed under your suggestive gaze.

“Now, don’t forget that this is for art.” you emphasized. “The human body is a work of art and I expect you to treat it as such. Take this seriously. Okay?”

Most heads nodded automatically, a few older women rolled their eyes or stole looks from each other, mocking you. You were placing a young, muscular man in front of them without clothes. How did you expect them not to ogle?

“For this particular piece, we’re going to be exploring how to use charcoal to get those little details. Don’t forget your shading!” you chimed happily. “Ready, Jungkook?”

“I think so.” he smiled.

“Show us what you got.” you grinned, stepping back and sitting at your own easel.

Jungkook’s hands trembled a bit as he unbuttoned his shirt, trying his best to 1. Not look like a total basket case and 2. Not make it super sensual. Deft fingers worked their way down his shirt and soon the material was sliding off his body in a way he felt was unceremoniously, but judging from the mouths hanging open around the room, might’ve been a bit more enticing than he’d intended.

Jungkook’s chest was absolutely flawless, in your opinion. You were one of the few who managed to keep your tongue inside your mouth for the show, but that didn’t stop your eyes from wandering over his toned physique. Sure you’d seen him at his photography shoot, but he was wearing a robe and you were trying to be professional. Now, hidden behind your easel, you were free to really take him in.

His chiseled chest, the deep ridges of his toned abs, the smoothness of his skin, the light dusting of hair that teased its way under his jeans. He was a walking wet dream. Your mouth watered as your gaze followed the lines of his V. Jungkook popped open the button of his jeans, tugging the zipper down as well. You’d never been so entranced by a simple movement in your life. The man radiated sexual energy.

He shimmied his hips free of the denim, his every movement captivating his audience.  Firm hip bones, luscious thick thighs, deliciously tanned skin were all slowly revealed as he tugged the jeans off in one fluid motion. Maybe he should be a stripper instead of a model… You shook the thought away, but it lingered. Jungkooks movements faltered for a moment, his eyes seeking yours for comfort. You smiled reassuringly at him, and that was all he needed to tug his boxers over his delicious thighs and let his glorious cock free.

“Holy shit.” you heard from somewhere behind you.

“He reminds me of a lover I once had in Prague. I’d sneak him into my hotel room and we’d make love until the sun came up. I miss being young.”

Jungkook coughed and brought his arm up to cover the flush spreading across his cheeks at the older woman’s inappropriate comment. You bit back a laugh.

“Alright Jungkook, just make yourself comfortable and we’ll start drawing you, okay?” you instructed, attempting to take his mind off of the earlier comment.

“Okay.” he nodded, settling himself on the stool you’d set out for him, resisting the urge to strike a pose he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold.

The room grew quiet save for the scratch of charcoal on canvas as the class began attempting to do justice to Jungkook’s beauty in their renditions of him. You began by tracing an outline of his body, opting not to attempt any details yet. The pink tint that rested upon the apple of your cheeks was hard to ignore, and you weren’t sure you could handle trying to get details of certain areas just yet.

You did your best to ignore the effect Jungkook’s naked body was having on your own fully clothed one. He was ethereal, beautiful, the kind of man you could lose yourself in. He had charisma, a way about him that just drew people in. Or maybe it was just you. Every time your eyes locked with his, it was like he was the only thing you could focus on. Everything else was obsolete.

Jungkook held a power over you that honestly scared you a little, and he didn’t even know he did. He didn’t understand how magnetic he was. Sure, he was sexy and he knew it. He’d obviously spent hours painstakingly sculpting his body to perfection, but it wasn’t even just his flawless physique, it wasn’t just his gorgeous, greek-god-like face. His power was inside of him, his strength, his determination, that spark in his gaze.

Jungkook was different from the rest, whether he realized it or not. He was special. Everything about him invited you in and coaxed you to give all of yourself to him. You couldn’t stop your thoughts from wondering as you lazily sketched the outline of him. How would his skin feel under your touch? Heat flooded your veins as you imagined what his touch might feel like in return. You shook these thoughts away, focusing on the task at hand and trying to see Jungkook as nothing more than art you were depicting. You were going to make certain you got every detail correct. And for that, you needed to focus.

Jungkook forced himself to look anywhere but at the people who were gawking at his naked frame. He couldn’t stop himself from watching you though.  He found himself wondering what you thought of him. He wanted to see what you were doing on your canvas. He wanted you to look at him. As if reading his thoughts, you lifted your gaze and faltered when you found his already upon you. When your eyes met and he bit his lip in a nervous smile, you knew you were screwed.

The next time you saw Jungkook was a week later. Your class had nearly doubled in size as word spread of the toned man with the impressive cargo. You rolled your eyes to yourself but greeted your new arrivals with the same professional smile. You couldn’t blame them, not really. Would you have passed up the opportunity to see him naked again? Hell no. He was already undressed when you’d arrived, running late after a meeting with the program director congratulating you on your ability to gain interest in your class.

“Sorry I’m late!” you announced to the class, then to Jungkook specifically with an apologetic look.

“That’s alright dearie.” one of the older women commented, and you sent her a gracious smile.

“So! For those of you who are new, you can partner up with someone and observe or you can find your own Canvas located on the tables in the back. If you need any help please let me know, since you weren’t here for the introductory lessons.”

“Does she really think we’re here just to draw?” you heard a whisper from the back of the room.

“I know. I didn’t believe Karen when she told me an asian boy with a giant dong was modeling for her community center art class. I had to see for myself.” another voice giggled.

“If I were 15 years younger, I would climb that boy like a tree. I may be old enough to be his mother, but I could still give him a run for his money.”

“Mmm.. I wonder what he can do with those fingers. I bet he has stamina for days.”

You glanced up at Jungkook, who was actively trying to hide his discomfort, shifting a little on the stool as he attempted to stay still. You cleared your throat, loudly, sending a pointed look to the two women in the back.

“I just want to remind our newcomers that this class is about art, not objectification. Please remain respectful. If you can’t manage that, I’m sure you can manage to find the door.” you nearly hissed.

They shrugged sheepishly and grew quiet. You huffed in annoyance, glancing back at Jungkook again, who sent you an appreciative smile. You nodded, focusing on your canvas in front of you once more.

Once class was over and the others had filed out, you walked up to Jungkook as he was buttoning his jeans. He looked up from his task and greeted you with a warm smile.

“Hey, Y/N.” he grinned, apparently forgetting he still needed to put a shirt on.

You used every brain cell you had to keep yourself from staring at his chiseled chest.

“Hey Jungkook.” you smiled. “Are you okay? Did those women make you uncomfortable? I can ask them not to come back.”

“Oh it’s okay!” he assured you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I appreciate the offer but I don’t want to be a bother. It did make me kind of uncomfortable but they stopped so it’s okay.”

“Are you sure? They said some pretty inappropriate things.” you pressed.

“I don’t mind that what they said was inappropriate,” he explained, “it’s more that they were talking about me like I wasn’t even here. Like I was some sex doll or something. I don’t mind women finding me attractive, but I do have sustenance.”

“I get it. You shouldn’t be objectified while you’re doing your job.” you told him.

“Kind of hard to remind people I have dignity when I’m standing in front of them in all my naked glory. I can see how that might be distracting.” he winked playfully.

“Ah, there’s that cocky personality.” you threw back at him with a grin.

“Seriously though. Thank you for being on my side.” he told you sincerely.

Electricity shot through your body when he leaned in and gave you a gentle hug. You took a deep breath to steady yourself but that only resulted in breathing in the scent of him, musky and woodsy, yet sweet. It reminded you of cinnamon.  It was intoxicating.

You desperately ignored the ache between your thighs and wrapped your arms around him to reciprocate his affections. His body seemed to relax against yours and the embrace lasted a little longer than a hug between mostly strangers should. He pulled away but held you at arms length to watch your features for a moment.

“See, now that’s the kind of look I don’t mind from a woman. Especially one as beautiful as you.” he smirked, turning and grabbing his shirt off the stool before sauntering away and shooting you a shit eating grin as you stand frozen in place.

You shot up, waking with a fright. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath. Images flashing through your mind once more. Your subconscious thoughts led way to the hottest sex dream you’d ever experienced, and of course the star was your male model. You couldn’t stop picturing  his mouth on you, his hands on you. You shook your head to clear it. Alone in your bed, you couldn’t get that cocky grin out of your mind. You tried to fight it, you really did. You tried to redirect your mind anywhere but his plump lips, his perfectly sculpted jaw, the way his warm skin felt against yours when he’d hugged you…

Shrouded in shame but overcome with desire, you let your hand dance down your stomach underneath the elastic of your pajama shorts, your fingers finding their way to your slit. You closed your eyes, imagining it was Jungkook’s fingers inside you instead. You pumped them slowly in and out of yourself.

“Ungh… fuck. Jungkook.” you whined, writhing against your fingers, trying to find that spot that drove you crazy.

You picked up the pace, letting your fingers find a delicious rhythm inside of you, wondering what it would feel like if it were Jungkook inside of you instead. His cock was so pretty. It took everything you had not to stand up and start sucking it every time you saw it.

“Jungkook.” left your lips as your whines got louder, moving your attention to circle at your clit with your juices as lubrication.

You wished you had a picture of him to look at while you pleasured yourself to the idea of him, but you let your imagination take control, replaying images from your dream, and creating new fantasies about the model with the sultry eyes. You were close, and the closer you got to the edge, the louder you became. You swore you could almost hear the faint sound of Jungkook’s labored breathing along with your own, but it must’ve been your imagination running wild.

Your orgasm crashed over you, Jungkook’s name leaving your lips repeatedly, like he was the only thought you could muster when your brain turned off and your high took over. You fucked yourself through it, soft whimpers leaving your mouth as you pulled your fingers out. You padded your way to the bathroom to wash up, climbing back into bed not nearly as satiated as you’d hoped to have been. You drifted to sleep anyway, thoughts of Jungkook and the hope of seeing him again soon on the forefront of your mind when unconsciousness took over.

Jungkook was early today, you noticed as you walked into the art room. You were the first two to have arrived, you wanted to make up for being late the previous week.

“Hey. What are you doing here so early?” you asked, setting your bag down as you made your way over to him.

“Needed to talk to you.” he responded, voice low and husky.

“Everything okay?” you asked, concern filling your chest.

“No. Everything is not okay.” he hissed, trapping you against the wall.

You shivered at the sudden change in his demeanor, at his body so close to yours, at the dominating tone of his voice.

“I’ve been horny as hell all week.” he grunted, rutting his hips into yours.

“O-oh.” was all you could muster for a response, your body immediately reacting to his movements and sending moisture to your core.

“Imagine my surprise when I got a call from you late Saturday night.” he smirked, lips ghosting over the hollow of your throat, allowing his cool breath to fan against the area. He watched your skin flush crimson and felt your heart rate pick up.

Saturday night? You hadn’t called him. Saturday night you were… oh.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you sound when you’re moaning my name?” he teased, rolling his hips and pulling them back before pinning you to the wall with them once more, his erection pressed firmly against your aching heat.

“I-” you began to explain, but he cut you off.

“Fuck, the way you sound when you cum… I nearly came too. Listening to you fuck yourself for me. Tell me, what were you thinking about when your fingers sunk into that pretty little pussy? Was it my mouth?” he questioned, letting his lips graze along the shell of your ear.

“Was it my cock?” he ground his hardened member into you once more. “Maybe it was my tongue.” he mused, licking a bold stripe from the swell of your breasts to your collarbone.

A whimper was forced from your throat at his ministrations. You were hyper aware of every breath Jungkook took, feeling his body move against yours. You were also aware that at any moment, people were going to start filing through the door for class.

“Jungkook.” you breathed, a warning.

Or was it a promise?

Jungkook groaned, biting down on the side of your neck and sucking a purple bruise into the exposed flesh, then blowing cold air over the injured spot to soothe it. Your entire body shivered. Jungkook’s head turned as he heard footsteps approach the door. With a pointed look directly into your eyes, he stepped back from you and put much needed space between his body and yours, just in time for the first arrival to walk through the door.

You must’ve been a sight to behold, flushed and breathing heavily while pressed up against the wall. You hadn’t been able to make yourself move after Jungkook stepped away. He looked unbothered, but you were about to burst. You could feel your arousal slipping down your leg. You cursed yourself for wearing a skirt.

Jungkook, however, was thrilled with your outfit choice for the day. Especially since once you’d taken your seat at your easel, he had a front row view of your white lacy panties. Jungkook had already stripped naked for today’s modeling session, having put all of his effort into calming his dick down so he wasn’t hard in front of everyone. However, his efforts were moot when he noticed the dark wet patch imprinted on the ivory fabric that covered your heat.

Jungkook bit down on his lip, nearly drawing blood as his eyes latched onto your core. You shifted in your seat, attempting to press your thighs together to find some relief, an action which made Jungkook smirk to himself. Until his cock started reacting. In front of everyone. Jungkook wasn’t sure if he was more turned on or more embarrassed when he noticed your gaze unwavering on his hardening member. Your mouth hung open slightly, drool pooling at the edges. Jungkook chuckled to himself.

The other members of the class were just as astonished as you were, but Jungkook paid them no mind. All he could think about was getting inside of you. He couldn’t stop picturing the way your pupils had blown out just at his words, the way your breath hitched when he touched you. He bet you’d be so responsive when his fingers came to tease along your folds. He wondered how tight you were, if you’d be as loud as you were on the phone or even louder? Surely he could make you scream if you’d been that loud with just your own fingers?

Jungkook gave up trying to control his raging boner the moment he saw your arousal pooled at your core on display for him. Suddenly, he saw your hand sneak between your legs and tease along the ivory fabric. His gaze snapped up to your face, your eyes alight with mischief when they met his own. Your fingers pushed the damp fabric aside and began circling around your clit. Jungkook was the only one who could see from his position at the front of the room.

You were putting on a show for him, torturing him when he could do nothing about it. His eyes narrowed as he glared at you, but your face remained impassive, the epitome of feigned innocence. But like always, Jungkook saw the real you behind your heavy lidded gaze. You couldn’t hide from him, he could read you like an open book. There was nothing innocent about the way you were licking your lips, slowly dragging the swollen flesh between your teeth teasingly.

Your fingers spread your folds so Jungkook had a perfect view of your clit as you began rubbing it in slow circles. Jungkook’s eyes were glued to your bundle of nerves and the way your fingers teased at it. You gathered some of your slick to coat your fingers and lubricate them so they slid along your cunt with ease. Your digits were shiny, covered in your arousal. Jungkook nearly came when he watched in agony as you inserted two fingers into your entrance, pulling them back out and twisting them so he could watch the light reflect off your wetness. You stuck them in your mouth and sucked your juices off seductively before going back to your sketch.

Jungkook could not wait to punish your naughty behavior. He couldn’t wait to wipe that satisfied smirk off your face with an expert flick of his tongue. You had an attitude now, but once he was balls deep inside that soaking wet pussy he was sure you wouldn’t be quite so eager to tease him. You weren’t going to cum until you were crying and begging for it, he’d already made up his mind.

The minutes ticked by excruciatingly slow, each passing second felt like an eternity as Jungkook waited for class to be over. It felt like his dick twitched every time the little hand on the clock did. No matter what he did, no matter what he thought of, Jungkook could not get his erection to subside. His thoughts only led back to the lewd way you’d sucked your own arousal off your fingers.

Jungkook thought he might cry tears of joy when you finally dismissed the class with a chipper wave of your hand and a sweet smile. The second the last person walked out the door, Jungkook shut it and you heard the click of the lock echo throughout the empty room. You swallowed nervously, bending over to grab your bag, earning a hearty laugh from Jungkook.

“Oh baby girl… you really think I’m just going to let you leave after the little show you put on for me?” he purred, advancing toward you quickly until his body was flush against yours, breath tickling the space below your ear. “So naughty, teasing daddy like that.” he tsked.

His fingers trailed their way up your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You shivered under his touch, though it was barely even there. His skin danced along yours, coming to rest at the curve of your breasts.

“Mmm… I think I’d like to taste these.” he grinned, suddenly yanking your tank top down so that both of your nipples were exposed to the bitter cold of the room.

A smirk played on his lips at the gasp that snuck its way past yours. His head dipped, and you thought he’d immediately take one of your nipples in his mouth, you were salivating over the thought of his warm, wet mouth on your perky buds. Instead, his pillow soft lips found yours, his tongue roaming along until you parted your lips and granted him access.

His tongue danced with yours as he brought his hips closer to grind into your aching center. You had never wanted anyone as badly as you wanted Jungkook. The man pressed against you had you brainless and ready to do anything he asked with a  simple roll of his hips.

Jungkook decided he didn’t like being the only naked one, and pulled your shirt above your head. Were you shivering from the cold air or Jungkook’s predatory gaze? Hell if you knew. Jungkook’s nimble fingers had your bra unhooked in a suspiciously short amount of time but you paid that no mind. He flung it across the room and his mouth was on your breast in an instant. Slick tongue working against your erect nipple while the other was massaged by his large hand. Every movement of his tongue, every playful pinch of his forefinger and thumb against your sensitive skin was sending lightning bolts straight down to your heat.

Jungkook’s mouth left your breast with an audible “pop!” since he sucked the flesh as he pulled away, switching his efforts to the neglected side, this time mixing it up by grazing his teeth ever so softly along the most sensitive part. Soft whimpers left you and you effectively became putty in his hands... and mouth. His tongue darted out to give a final flick against your sensitive bud before his hot kisses descended south. He kissed along the expanse of your stomach, slowly working his way down, sucking and nibbling as he went to leave small bruises dotted over your skin. He flipped your skirt up, exposing the lacy white panties that had been taunting him for hours, and the dark wet patch where your arousal soaked through them. Jungkook let out a growl, ripping the ivory fabric from your body and tossing it aside, revealing your pussy to him.

“So fucking beautiful. Better than I’d imagined.” He praised.

Without warning, his tongue darted out and swiped along your folds. Your knees buckled but Jungkook’s strong arms held you up, hands on either of your hips to keep you still and pressed against the wall while he worked his tongue along your slit then against your throbbing clit.

“Shit!” You cried out, body jolting forward and hands coming to rest on his shoulders when his plump lips wrapped around the sensitive bundle and sucked harshly.

Jungkook showed no mercy, devouring your cunt like it was his death row meal, the final wish of a man with nothing to lose. He lapped at your juices as if it were the last thing he’d ever do. Your entire body was thrumming, shaking violently as your orgasm was wretched out of you with no warning.

His name fell from your lips like a prayer, or a curse, you weren’t sure. The only thing you could focus on was the blinding white euphoria his tongue had shoved you headfirst into. You would’ve collapsed if Jungkook hadn’t held you up, allowing you to slowly sink to your knees to meet his posture as your body twitched and shook at the aftermath of your mind blowing high. Your breathing ragged and your eyes wide, you watched the satisfied smile appear on his angelic face. Cocky bastard. Sexy, skilled, ridiculously beautiful cocky bastard.

“Still feeling like a tease?” Jungkook asked, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip as he raised an eyebrow at you. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, and all of his words sounded like another language at the moment.

“What?” You asked, causing him to laugh a bit at your clearly fucked out state of mind. Although the both of you were stripped down to almost nothing (save your skirt) and on your knees in the ground, it was clear who held the power between the two of you.

“You wanna taste yourself on my tongue?” He offered, already beginning to lean forward as he reached his arm out to pull your body closer to his, but you shook your head, an idea playing in the back of your head as you quickly conjured up a plan that’d have him weak and panting instead.

“I’d rather taste you on my own. Stand up.” You ordered.

He raised an eyebrow, surprised by your cute attempt at telling him what to do as if he hadn’t successfully put you in your place a minute or two ago. He stood nonetheless, vaguely interested in whatever you had up your sleeve. His goal was to make you suffer, but he supposed you could have a bit of fun before he fucked you brainless over that desk that sat a few feet away from the two of you.

You shifted yourself around a bit, as did he, so he now had his back pressed against the wall. You sat submissively under him, although Jungkook was anything but while he had ravaged your sweetness with his tongue.

“You’re pretty with your thighs around my face, but there’s just something about you on your knees.” Jungkook teased, his cockiness never failing to make an appearance as he ran a hand through your hair in appreciation.

You hummed to thank him, a sly smile of your own playing on your lips as you slowly lifted your small hand up to his cock. This small action alone had him tensing up completely, hissing quietly as you squeezed your hand loosely against his length repeatedly until he had to intertwine his fingers with your locks and pull your head up.

“You’d better stop unless you want to walk out of this room with my cum dripping down your face.” He warned.

You shrugged, leaning forward a bit, placing your free hand on his thigh while you stroked his cock slowly, your eyes honing in on the clear liquid that leaked from the tip of his length. You licked your lips at the thought of swiping it away with your tongue, but you weren’t supposed to give in this easily. This wasn’t a part of your plan, but you’d give anything just to keep seeing the expression of pure ecstasy on his face.

You continued to stroke him with your hand, purposely digging your nails into his thigh to see if it’d bring a reaction out of him. A shiver ran from his spine to the tips of his toes as you did this, and you couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past your lips.

“You like a little pain?” You teased, narrowing your eyes at him in defiance as you stuck your tongue out, pressing it slowly against his shaft.

You licked a stripe from his balls to the angry tip, looking up at him through your lashes as you swiped the precum away like you originally intended.

It was just as salty as you expected it to be, but you didn’t mind at all. You closed your eyes as you brought your tongue back into your mouth, pressing your lips together and swallowing slowly as you allowed the taste of him to burn down your throat.

“You taste just as good as you look.” You commented seductively, pressing a chaste kiss to his cock head and swirling your tongue around it once more before you began to spread your lips over the expanse of his cock.

Now, you’d definitely had your experience with this sort of thing once or twice before, but Jungkook was big, and there was no way you were fitting your pretty mouth over all of him, no matter how desperately you wanted to. As much as you were dying to get all of him in your mouth, for your own safety and wellbeing,  you opted to use your hand to continue to apply some relief to what you couldn’t quite reach with your mouth.

“Oh, shit. That’s so good, baby.” You weren’t sure if he was just in the moment, but your heart fluttered a bit at the pet name.

You hollowed your cheeks as you struggled to take more of him into your mouth. You gagged a handful of times, but Jungkook didn’t seem to mind. He even pulled all of your hair into his hands, using it as a sort of makeshift leash as he pushed you further down onto his cock, wanting to hear you gag on him again.

You worked quickly with your mouth, alternating the flicks of your wrists with your hand to keep Jungkook guessing. He had pressed his weight fully against the wall behind him, his leg twitching occasionally whenever you ‘accidentally’ dragged your teeth along the underside of his dick, not enough to cause any real harm, just enough to ignite a spark.

“Oh my God…” He whimpered.

You did yourself the favor of looking up at him while your mouth was stuffed full, your pussy spasming at the sight. His mouth was hung open in a silent moan, his eyes were screwed shut in pleasure, and a few of his sweaty black locks were stuck to his forehead. You figured you could make him cum just like this, but you’d rather be his personal cumbucket. Was it a bit selfish? Maybe, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. He looked absolutely delectable above you.

He cracked his eyes open just as you slid his cock out of your mouth, gathering up the saliva that built up while your lips were stretched around him and spitting it back out onto his manhood. You were deliberately slow with this, wanting him to feel it the moment it made contact with his head. You watched his face as your saliva spilled down onto his shaft, using this as lubrication as you continued to pump your fist against him.

You sank down further onto your knees, only able to give his balls a few licks with your tongue, and a short lived massage before you were yanked backward, head first. Your immediate reaction to this was a rough squeeze to his cock, since it was the only thing in your grasp at the moment. You let out a strangled groan as he clenched his jaw while looking down at you, cock standing at attention as he debated his next movement.

“Get the fuck up.” He commanded you, although he pulled you up off of the ground by the grip he had on your hair on his own.

He pressed your back to his chest, ensuring you felt every ripple of his muscles pressed against your naked skin. Making a path with his hand from your stomach, in between your breasts, then finally to your neck,  he held you firmly against him, so you had no space between your flushed bodies. You felt every rise and fall of his toned chest, his breathing just as ragged as yours.

“I’m going to bend you over that desk there, alright?” He whispered into your ear, his cool breath fanning over your cheek as you nodded eagerly, just wanting him to follow through with his plan instead of telling you the process. After all, actions do speak louder than words.

“When I let you go, I want you to walk over there like a good little slut and bend over. Flip that skirt up and show me your cunt. Can you do that for me?” You felt his cock twitch against your inner thigh, and you nodded again with a quiet moan.

“Go.” He let you go with one word, watching you swiftly walk over toward the desk as he took his length in his right hand and stroked it quickly while approaching you with loud, threatening footsteps.

You weren’t sure how that was possible since he didn’t have shoes on, but it only excited you further. You complied with his orders easily, pressing your cheek against the cold surface of the desk. You  hiked the skirt up a bit around your waist and wiggled your ass teasingly as you waited for him to come ravage you.

“You’re cute, but you’re so annoying.” He grunted from behind you, slapping both of your ass cheeks with his heavy hands, massaging them afterward before delivering two more harsh slaps.

“You work me up in front of a room full of people, and then try to collect your stuff afterward as if you weren’t practically begging me to use you? Bullshit.” He spanked your ass again, relishing in the way you hissed after every hit and gripped the edge of the desk tighter.

“I’m going to make a mess out of you, you know that?” He pressed his chest against your back, pushing his weight onto you as he whispered into your ear.

You nodded, his eyes scanning over the expanse of your back as his long fingers momentarily kneaded your muscles.

“What’re you waiting for, then?” You quipped, although your voice sounded a bit flat because of Jungkook’s body weight. He laughed as he pulled himself up off of you.

Silently, he grabbed his cock and lined it up with your pussy as he pressed the head against your tight hole. You moaned at this, inhaling sharply as he just barely slipped himself inside of you. You whimpered in defeat as he pulled out quickly afterward, not wanting to give you the time to savor the feeling of being stretched out by his length.

“I swear, if you wait any longer then I’m going to fuck myself on your dick.” You threatened shakily, to which he smirked at.

“Is that so?” He let go of his cock. “Be my guest, then.” He shrugged, although you couldn’t see him.

You turned around swiftly, beyond irritated at whatever game he was trying to play. You were turned on, and you wanted to be fucked silly, but he was acting like a brat.

“You know what? Fine, I will.” You challenged, looking over your shoulder at him to see the intrigued smile on his face.

You rolled your eyes, roughly grabbing his cock and pushing yourself back onto him hastily. Jungkook disapproved of this, landing a sharp slap to your right ass cheek he gripped your hips roughly. He held you securely, preventing you from sliding back any further onto his cock.

“You’d better slow down, sweetheart.” He warned shakily, his nails leaving small imprints on your skin as he moved his hands down to your ass. “I haven’t cum yet, and your little hole is so inviting.”

You gulped, although something about his threat to cum inside of you was one step closer to pushing you over the edge.

“Take it slowly. Take me in slowly, so I can feel you.” With this he let go of your ass, watching with lidded eyes as your arousal coated more than half of his manhood.

He licked his lips at this, loving the way your juices spilled onto him, and onto the desk. Perhaps he’d make you lick his cock clean afterwards. That’d be a sight to see.

Your hips stuttered before you could take the last few inches, which sent a gigantic boost to Jungkook’s ego. Of course, he knew he was big, but something about seeing you struggle to take him in fully even after you talked all of that shit previously was egging him on.

“You at your limit, baby?” He mocked you, and as soon as you tried to respond, your voice cracked.

He hummed, chuckling slightly as he slid his hands up from your ass to your back, scratching his stubby nails at your flesh before threading his fingers in your hair once more. He roughly yanked your head back with a malicious smile. Your body jolted at this, which sent the rest of his cock plunging into you in one go.

“God, that’s fucking it. Look at you, swallowing Daddy’s dick like a good girl. You look so pretty stuffed full like this.” You were incomprehensive, your entire being filled with thoughts of Jungkook pummeling your pussy out of existence.

“Not so eager to use that fucking mouth now, are you? Hm?” He asked, pulling your head back a bit further.

Your back was so arched that you could see the ceiling and a bit of his face, and this new position made it so much easier for his cock to brush against that spot that made you a mumbling mess.

“You should be ashamed, really.” He said, dropping his head down to look at your ass as he slowly began to work his hips against it. “Have you got anything to say for yourself?” You were taking him so well, but he couldn’t let his unbothered persona falter just yet.

“Well?” He let go of your hair, and you immediately dropped your head forward, your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as you struggled to hold yourself up on your elbows while he ruthlessly fucked you.

“You’re s-so fucking big.” You mumbled pathetically, causing Jungkook to twitch inside of you.

“I know. You like Daddy’s big fat cock inside that tight little pussy.  Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you like it. Tell me how good you feel.” He pushed one of his hands down against your back, silently telling you to press your breasts against the desk. You obeyed, hissing as your nipples hardened instantly after making contact with the cool surface.

“I like—o-oh, oh shit.” Your jaw fell slack as Jungkook began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, his expert hips moving with such sharpness that you could feel it each time he pulled back a bit to fuck himself into you again. Although you didn’t do what he asked of you, he didn’t pressure you any further, his only goal to use you as his cute little cocksleeve.

“Spread your legs for me.” You immediately moved to follow his request, unable to balance yourself on your feet now. This was no problem, as Jungkook easily took a secure grip around your waist to keep you pressed against the desk.

“You feel so good around me like that, oh shit.” Jungkook whimpered, his tongue hanging out of his mouth slightly as he jabbed his fingers into your sides and pulled you onto the tips of your toes. You were startled at the sudden change, although it allowed for him to drive deeper inside of you.

“Put your hands on the edge of the desk now. Do it right fucking now.” He growled like some sort of feral animal. You scurried to follow his orders, just as he began to slam his cock so powerfully inside of your cunt that your hips banged against the metal desk with every other thrust, and you knew there would be bruises.

“F-fuck!” You screamed, and Jungkook responded quickly by throwing his hand messily over your mouth to quiet your moans.

“Shh, Y/N. We can’t let you get caught being a little slut.” He chuckled breathlessly, short moans and growls leaving the back of his throat as he continued to piston his hips in and out of you, your ass slapping against his abdomen every time the two of you connected. You were teetering over the edge, desperately wanting to lose control underneath him.

“I’m cumming, I’m gonna c—JUNGKOOK!” You yelled out in frustration as he slipped his cock out of you.

He grunted, pushing some of the clutter on the desk away before picking you up and setting you on top of it, so he could see your face.

“One,” He said, his voice raspy which caused you to shiver, “You’re not cumming unless I get to see your face when you do. Two,” He continued, slipping himself back into you with ease due to how fucking soaked you were, “You’re not cumming until you beg for it.” He reached for one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder, gripping onto it as he sustained the rapid pace of his manhood plunging into your inviting heat.

“I-I wanna cum, Daddy.” You whispered in defeat, a twinkle in Jungkook’s eyes as he was beginning to finally get you where he wanted you. You weren’t begging just yet, though, which was unfortunate for you because you wouldn’t get an orgasm, and Jungkook was going to cum inside you either way.

“You do, Princess?” He whispered back, still holding your leg while his other hand moved to the back of your head. He pressed your forehead against his, your noses bumping as Jungkook fucked you. You nodded, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes at having to hold your orgasm back.

“You aren’t begging for me, baby. Beg me to give you permission to cum on this dick.” You cried out weakly, knowing that you’d have to give in to his rules in order to achieve that sweet release. It was right in the tip of your tongue.

You placed your arms around his neck, hanging them there loosely as you gazed into his eyes, which were full of lust and carnal desire.

“Can I cum o-on your c-cock—a-ah!” You failed miserably to finish your sentence, as Jungkook began pistoning his cock inside of your cunt with such force that the desk began to screech against the ground a bit, knocking at one of the metal racks behind it.

“I’m so close to cumming, pretty girl. Talk fast.” He warned, thrusts quickly becoming unorganized. You nodded.

“Please let me cum! I-Iv’e learned my lesson, I swear I have! I’m so close Jungkook, p-please!” He grunted his approval, nodding once and delivering about a dozen more thrusts before he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, biting down on the skin there as he began to shoot rope after rope of his cum deep inside of your greedy cunt.

You came with him, your body tensing up for a few moments before your release smacked you like a bus, heavy and unapologetic.  Due to the wild fuckfest the two of you had, though, a few utensils hit the ground, and a can of paint was wobbling on the edge of the rack that the desk was smashing against a few seconds ago.  Jungkook finally lifted his head up, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He placed one final kiss to your forehead before locking eye contact with you.

“I know for a fact that was the best fuck of your life.” You laughed, shaking your head at the fact that his cocky attitude would never settle. Not even after using up (what you assumed was) all of his stamina.

You didn’t mind it, though. In fact, you were starting to grow fond of it.

“It certainly was, but look at all the—“

The can of paint gave way to the pull of gravity, and tumbled to the ground with a deafening crack, the contents of the can flying out and splattering directly onto you and Jungkook. You knew what it was as soon as it hit your skin, and you immediately wondered why someone would leave a damn can of open paint on the top shelf.

It was brief, a big splash, so neither of you really had time to react to it. When you finally lifted your head up, Jungkook’s chest was covered in black paint, as were your legs and skirt. Seriously, the one fucking day you decide to wear pink?

“—Mess. Look at all the mess.” You finished your sentence with a giggle, thankful that you kept towels in the room during your classes. It’d never come out of your skirt, but at least you could wipe it off of your skin.

Your gaze met Jungkooks and you both burst out in a fit of giggles. You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lit up when he laughed, the polar opposite of the domineering man who’d just rocked your world minutes before. This Jungkook was soft, open, lighter. His laughter was the most beautiful melody that had ever graced your ears and you wouldn’t have minded listening to it for a very long time. His joy was contagious, and you couldn’t stop the goofy smile from spreading across your lips as he wrapped his arms around you in a playful hug.

Though his touch still sent electricity through you, this was different. It was sweet and gentle. You let yourself melt in his embrace, drinking in the way he made you feel so secure, so wanted. You sighed happily. You grinned mischievously then, collecting some of the paint off of the surface of the desk and wiping a thick stripe of it across his cheek. He froze in shock then glared at you, a hint of a smile playing on those gorgeous lips.

He reached out to grab you, but you were too fast, shrieking in delight as you ran away from him. Jungkook chased you around the small art studio, his laughter floating through the air like your favorite song. His arms snaked around you and he pulled you close, rubbing his cheek against yours to spread the paint over your skin. Your giggles dissolved as he placed a tender kiss to your lips.

Pulling away and placing a peck on his nose, you began pulling your clothes back on. Jungkook watched you, admiring the way your body moved, how much sweeter you were once your attitude had been properly taken care of. You smiled at him over your shoulder, and he couldn’t recall a time when he’d ever seen such a beautiful smile on any other woman. He couldn’t recall seeing another woman who even compared to you.

Then realization brought a similar smile onto his own lips, and Jungkook thought to himself, that he just might have found the one.

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Seijoh KYO ROUTE

a/n: AAAAA HERE IT FINALLY IS!!!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!!

THIS IS KYO’S ROUTE AND TBH, I REALLY WANT TO MAKE AN IWA ROUTE BUT I ALSO WANT TO MAKE AN OIKAWA ROUTE BC IT HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO MY ATTENTION THAT SOMEONE’S FAVORITE IS ACTUALLY OIKS AND I WANT TO GIVE HER THAT ENDING AND I WANT IWA TO HAVE AN ENDING AS A PERSONAL REQUEST HEHEHEHEHEHE

REMINDER, THIS IS A WHAT IF SCENARIO LIKE WHAT IF SHE ENDS UP WITH KYO AND HOW WOULD IT HAPPEN SO THIS IS NOT REALLY GOING TO BE PART OF THE MAIN MANAGER!SEIJOH SERIES

anon requests:  

 -i love the seijoh manager one and i was just wondering if i could please request one where she ends up with kyoken

-OH MY GOD Can y/n-chan and kyoubabie end up together and like how would the team react wawlndksndkfnkdndkfnkd im so soft

-I kinda like the idea after the time skip that Kyo and the manager end up together, he's still such a softie for her. I feel like after seeing how Kyo acts around her the team wasn't surprised that they ended up together and kinda expected it.

- what if manager reader and Kyotani kiss 😳👉👈

- hi I love your seijoh manager aus! They’re so cute and wholesome but also very chaotic 😭 I have a request,, if yn and kyo end up together then can you do a scenario where the boys find out and are like 👁👄👁 huh, u choose the dog?? NDJJS IDK KYO IS SO UNDERRATED BUT N E WAYS ILY AND YOUR SERIES YOURE SO TALENTED 😭💕

i totally not already planned this part from the last part 

tw: hint of abuse

ALSKDFJASDKJAFKLDSJFLKA HINATA SAID NYOOM 

so,,, yep lets start

hehehehehehehe kyo is so protective like bls be mine

even though miyo has been expelled and doesnt mess w you anymore, he still looks out for you and makes sure no one messed w you

like he actually goes to the first floor immediately and leans on the wall outside your class so he could walk with you to the gym or to lunch

at first, you thought it was bc oikawa told him to look out for you but when you found out it was competely all him, you were so soft for him and appreciative at him taking the time to go to you

like one day after class, you were planning on just eating lunch inside the classroom with kunimi and kindaichi but you were thirsty and felt stuffed in the room so you excused yourself to go eat at the roof

as you opened the door, you came face-to-face with the blonde upperclassman and you were so shocked that you closed the door on impulse

you said haha not today satan

but you realized who he was and hurriedly opened it

‘ohmagod im so sorry kyo-san!’

he shrugged

‘its fine’

you smiled apologetically and cleared your throat

‘so,,, what can i do for you, kyo-san?’

he shoved his hands in his pockets bc in truth, he didnt really know, but he caught sight of your bento on your hands

‘the roof?’

he asked making you look at him, impressed

‘howd you know?’

‘if youre not eating in there, the roof would be the only other place youd eat, right?’

you leaned against the doorway and reached forward to rub his arm

‘you stalking me now, kyo-san?’

he narrowed his eyes and looked away

but he grabbed your hand before interlacing your fingers and you were shocked to be dragged with him to somewhere in the school

‘the roof’

was all he said and you quickly kept up to pace with him until you arrived your destination at the top of the school

it was quite a cloudy day so the sun was actually out of view but it wasnt going to be a rainy day

the temperature was slowly getting colder since you were now transitioning from fall to winter but you didnt care bc it was still fresh air

you hurriedly tugged him forward and sat him down next to you so you both were seated together

‘do you not eat lunch kyo-san?’

‘no. i dont have time’

he pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them while you laid your legs on a straight line in front of you so you could rest the box on your lap

kyo laid his cheek on his arm as he watched you excitedly unwrap the cloth and open the mint-green lid to reveal the rice and tamagoyaki with chicken bites inside

‘itadakimasu!’

you softly clapped your hands then positioned your chopsticks but you paused, head turning to kyo

he felt like he was caught stealing something lmao stealing glances get it so he quickly averted his gaze to the railing that surrounded the roof

you delicately placed a hand on his arm which gave you his attention and you raised a piece of the egg dish

‘one?’

you offered and he shook his head but you pouted at him making him sigh then open his mouth

now you were no gorgon ramsai im cackling sorry but you could cook since your mother believed that you werent a girl unless you knew how to cook

his eyes were shining as he chewed and you giggled before holding up another piece which he quickly snatched up

‘ill bring you your own bento tomorrow kyo-san~!’

and you did

the next day, you waited for him at your class and when you caught sight of him walking from your class window, you bounced up in your seat, startling kindaichi from eating his noodles

‘y/n?’

kunimi questioned but you werent even looking at him

‘ill see you later, aki!’

you waved and opened the door to go to kyo, who lowkey got scared when you just ran up to him

he raised his hand to ruffle your hair and you got closer to him and held out the blue box

‘here. as promised’

he held the box and stared at it, like it was the first time someone gave him this

you took his surprise as gratitude and grabbed his hand, swinging it as you talked about your lessons on your way to the roof

when he opened it, he lifted the first container and saw what was hiding at the very bottom shelf

it was a serving of famima chicken with its wrapper stil intact

‘how-’

‘saw you eating it when you first joined the team. then i started noticing you eating it whenever we go to the convenience store’

the fact that you were so perceptive towards him brought an unfamiliar feeling inside him that made his heart thump and stomach to tickle

‘dont worry, kyo-san! i made sure everything was good!’

your eyes closed due to the intensity of your grin and you raised a thumbs up to prove your word further

he blinked at you and truly thought you were an angel

an angel sent down to help a lost hope like him?

was that you?

were you his angel?

during practice, he was actually very calm and collected and wasnt pushing anyone at all which surprised everyone

iwaizumi even stared at him confusingly and if iwa was looking at him like that, the entire team knew something was up

‘oi, kyotani, you good? you sick?’

rip 2020 would like to know your location

the fake blonde turned to him and shook his head, face free of any glare or irritation

in fact, he looked like a completely different person if not for the hair

‘im good’

he answered

‘did they have a buy one get one sale on that chicken of yours?’

oikawa tested

if he answered him, something was definitely wrong

‘no. i dont think so’

yep, something was wrong

oikawa was screaming and shouting that the world was going to end while the others were laughing, panicking, and worrying while iwa just stood there, staring at his underclassman

you returned from filling up the bottles and was confused at the state of the team

‘i-um-what happened’

kyo’s ears perked up at your voice and he bounded up to you like a doggie seeing its owner come home

you smiled and reached up to place a hand on his shoulder with ease bc he was one of the shorter players therefore easier to reach

‘did oikawa-san break again?’

you asked and he nodded

‘hes being an idiot’

he mumbled

‘hes just being oikawa-san, kyo-san. you still have to respect him as your captain, remember that’

you said and he rolled his eyes but nodded anyways

‘fine. only because you said so’

iwa was watching this interaction with very wide eyes and his confusion only grew like 10 million times

kyotani kentarou never answered to anyone and if he did, that must be earned

as far as iwa knew, kyo was just so soft to you and treats you so different than the 7.8 billion people in the world

no person in the world could ever get kyo to act like that except you

and there had to be a reason

and iwa was pretty sure he knew

after practice, you were scheduled to look after the cats in shinsou’s house so you were going to walk with kyo

he was impatiently waiting for oikawa to finish talking to you until his patience just snapped and he grabbed you and lifted you up to his arms then just started walking, surprising everyone in silence

you instinctually wrapped your legs around him and held on to his shoulders tightly while his arms were bounded around your waist

‘OI! KYOKEN-CHAN! HOW DARE YOU STEAL Y/N-CHAN!’

oikawa was punching the air

you placed your cheek on his shoulder and let out a breathy chuckle

‘you couldnt wait for another second, kyo-san?’

‘the trash was starting to reek’

you laughed and grimaced at the laughter that bubbled out of you

‘so mean, kyo-san!’

your laughter made him subconsciously smile and he held you closer, placing his chin on your shoulder as he continued on the trek to the familiar purple house

once you did arrive though, kyo refused to let your hand go

ope reference?

‘kyoooooo~! cmon! let me gooo~!’

‘no’

he grumbled and continued to hold your hand tighter as you tried to tug it free so you could walk up the gates to your employer

‘i need to work~! pleeeease~!’

you whined but he scrunched his nose in distate, pulling your hand forward so you stumbled into his chest where he wrapped both arms to cage you in

‘no. i dont want you with that grape head’

he growled lowly making you laugh and you turned so your ear would be right above his heart

it was beating fast

his scent travelled up your nose and you closed your eyes, snuggling even further

cherry blossoms and vanilla with the slightest hint of sandalwood

‘i need to go’

you mumbled but he gripped your tighter

‘stay with me’

he whispered 

tbh you wouldve if literally hizashi-san didnt catch you at the front of his house cuddling

it was quite an embarrassing encouter when he wouldnt stop talking about it and you had to actually push him and aizawa out the door 

‘we were really rooting for hitoshi but do what makes you happy, dear!’

‘hizashi-san, please!’

you werent really aware of how clingy kyoken was and it only caught your attention when during one of your lunch (dates), he clinging on to you

your position has now shifted so you were sitting between his legs while you fed him food and he would rest his chin on your shoulder to watch the clouds and sky

‘kyo-san, did something happen? youre clingier than usual’

he shook his head and buried his face in your neck

‘allergies’

he whispered and you leaned your head on top of his, continuing on eating your food

‘hey, kyo-san, do you think it will snow soon? we’re getting into december already so it would snow soon, right?’

you asked and he emerged from his spot

‘i hope so. that would be nice. we need a little more snow now and then’

im SCREAMING RIGHT NOW AND TEARS ARE WELLING UP IN MY EYES HELP-

‘yea. yea. when it falls, i want to go out and stand in it. if we’re lucky, we could have a snowball fight up here. whaddya think, kyo-san?’

pls dont blast at me with the timeline bc tbh my timeline is so messed up and if i was to fix that, id basically have to scrap this entire series bc of how messy with the timeline it is

‘yea. we will’

he hugged you tighter that day

when he didnt show up for practice, you were frantically looking for him

did he skip?

you knew how he struggled not being able to play with the others and missing this opportunity wasnt something he would do

and you were worried where he was and he might be hurt somewhere

you ran out of the gym and out of the school grounds, running through the alleys and any secluded area bc he mustve had a bad day and wanted to get away

indeed, you found him in the alleyway and you were horrified at his bloodied face and ruffled clothing

he was seated on the floor, head leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, even oblivious to the dogs and cats that were worriedly nudging him

‘kyo-san!’

you shrieked and his eyes flew open and he quickly stood up to run but you were quicker and restrained him with your arms around his middle

it was so bad

his foster family,,,, everything was such a mess

he trembled in your arms and you felt his fear, his terror, and you gently, but firmly, held him so you could look at his face

he was staring at the floor angrily, tears welling up in his eyes and you shakingly placed a hand on his cheek, bringing it down so he could rest his forehead against yours

assuring words would fall deaf to his ears so you didnt even bother

instead, you tried to hold his hand, ignoring the flinching, but gently held it and brought it up to rest on top of where your heart would be

his eyes closed and your forehead nuzzled against his 

‘feel my heartbeat. recognize me, as it beats for you’

you whispered to him, his other hand shakingly touching the hand that was on his face so he could caress it and he moved his head, placing a kiss on your palm

‘its beating for kenta-kun,, no foster family, no volleyball team, nobody else and nothing else matters but my heartbeat, so focus on it. because this is everything i could give you so treasure it, please’

you whispered, your own tears falling, hurting for your love

okay im full sobbing

‘and the snow. it will snow soon and you and i,,, we will go outside and we will play in the snow. the world will turn white but your colors will still paint my sight. let my heartbeat be your colors and let me color your canvas during the snow, kyo-san. it will beat for you, and only you, for as long as you let it. your heartbeat has painted mine already and its the most beautiful colors ive ever seen’

he cried for the first time that day, not in pain or sadness, but in happiness, because he can finally see it

your love and your colors starting to brighten the black and red hes grown accustomed to and helping him see, indeed, the world was beautiful

but it was truly your colors that made him realize that

kyotani and you stayed in that position for a long time and yahaba, who went after you, saw and quickly ran back to the gym to assure that you were alright and kyotani was safe, in your arms

after the natsu fiasco, he was a frequent visitor in your house and your family gets the gist of yanno, his home life, and your mother even gave him the spare key of the house

‘if y/n-chan trusts you, i do too’

yall what 😭

at night, you would lay out at the backyard, laying side-by-side and pointing at the stars and making up stupid stories as to why that star was brighter than the other or why the moon was built like that

but kyo was more focused, much happier, that he can see everything so much clearer and better

he turned his gaze from the stars to you beside him, your hair spreading out beneath you and your eyes sometimes disapperaing when you would laugh too hard

‘i wonder why the night sky is blue instead of black like the universe’

you wondered out loud but kyotani whispered something you didnt think youd ever hear from him

‘because you let me paint everything with my colors and i refuse to let you see something that i suffered seeing my entire life’

you returned his gaze and this was the real kyotani kentaro

not kyoken,

not kenta-kun

kyotani kentaro

and my god was he beautiful

he kissed you that night

it wasnt anything lustful, nothing aggressive, but not exactly gentle

it was a perfect balance of need yet hesitance that made it so much more powerful and important because it relayed the unspoken words that he had the hardest time letting out

and that was okay with you

kyo’s eyes and touch said everything he wanted to say

there was no one in sight, no body to judge the violent boy and the kind girl, just you and him with the man in the moon, gently smiling that the so-called lost cause finally found his redemption

okay that serious and sad stuff is finally out of the way and no more crying this time so dont be sad anymore :(

your relationship was never something you flaunted around or bragged about bc you and kyo were pretty private people so nobody really knew bc kyo still acted the way he would when oikawa would flirt you but yahaba noticed

oh lordie he noticed

he noticed kyo was much angrier when oikawa does his antics and he would stick closer to you, exchanging bashful smiles with you

the team only noticed when you seemed to just glow

like not like a glowstick 

but like your,,, aura,,, 

you laughed more, you smiled more, you teased everyone more

you were so,,, you

they had a hunch that something happened between you and kyo but they were never really sure

but ehehehe they confirmed it alright

the third years: mattsun, makki, iwa, and oiks were walking down the hallway when again, someone peaked out the window and saw you and kyo by the shade and you were perfectly angled so they could see the two of you

you were pressed against the wall while kyo was hovering over you with an arm beside your head while his hand was caressing your hip

makki let out a chortled scream that caught the attention of the others and he pointed at you two wordlessly

omg WAS KYOTANI SMILING

they watched as kyo smiled then teased you by kissing your nose, then your cheeks

‘kyo, kiss me right!’

you whined but giggled

kyotani had a teasing smirk but continued kissing you everywhere but where you wanted

‘hm? here? or here?’

right below your ear was your ticklish spot and he knew that so his kisses there tickled you and sent you on a giggling spree

‘kyo~~~!’

finally, he relented and gave you a sweet, yet passionate kiss that always managed to leave you breathless

that was when oikawa went on a rampage

well, he waited until classes were over but during practice, oh girl he went on a rampage

‘Y/N, KYOTANI!’

everyone knew he was serious when he didnt call them with those ridiculous nicknames

ngl you were scared too but kyo just glared at him

‘what’

he grumbled but you instinctively placed a hand on his arm

‘are you dating now, y/n, kyotani?’

iwa gently asked but oikawa was being oikawa

oikawa glared at you then pouted

‘OUT OF EVERYONE HERE, YOU CHOOSE THE DOG?!’

everyone gave each other nervous looks bc they kinda expected this but oikawa asking it like that made them sweat

they expected kyo to blow up but it was you who glared at oikawa, standing protectively in front of kyo

‘and what about it?’

you hissed and oikawa jumped, a hand over his heart

‘REALLY, Y/N-CHAN?! HIM?!’

‘yea and whats the problem with it? how is it your business? why do i need to validate my feelings for him? who do you think you are?’

oml kyo had to drag you out of there bc you were seriously about to fight oikawa for even having the NERVE to say that to you

like kyo held you up with his arms under your armpits as you were kicking the air and wanting to go back in there

‘no! let me go! kyo! i will hit him! come on! baby please!’

you whined and continued kicking

as much as kyo wanted to see you violently hit oikawa, he knew you would feel bad about it later and be guilty for hurting your captain

‘puppy, please. youre too angry right now and i will not sit there and listen to you whine and be sad that you hit oikawa tonight’

you hmphed and crossed your arms

he finally set you down but he wrapped his arms around you from behind and he placed a kiss on your cheek

‘but im really happy though. im really happy that you would fight for me’

but you stayed mad, pouting and looking away with your arms crossed

it was a cute sight honestly

‘of course i would. i would fight anyone who says stuff about you because i love you’

you ranted, just realizing what you said when you finished

no one has exactly said the ‘L’ word yet so you were partly scared that you said it

but kyo laughed then kissed your neck affectionately

‘i love you too, but my puppy is a nice, gentle, kind, little angel’

every compliment earned you a kiss and your tough and angry act finally slipped and you were giggling in his arms

‘yanno, if someone were to see you like this, they would think youre an impostor’

you commented in between giving him little pecks

he shrugged

‘meh. i dont care. i have you so i dont really care what they say about me. but now about you on the other hand-’

you slapped him on the chest

‘you hypocrite! youd fight someone for me but not me fighting someone for you?! how mean!’

you faked a look of surprise but he silenced you with a last kiss

‘youre so cute, y/n. my baby’

the team was a little bit in shambles while you two were away with the third years basically crying and pouting but they really did see this coming so no one was genuinely surprised, even oikawa

‘she really picked him, huh?’

iwa mumbled, a sad smile on his face as if he was just realizing it now

it was something they shouldve easily seen coming and accepted as kyo was so different around you and you treated him so much more than the rest

but why did it hurt so much?

as i mentioned before, they were all really hurting though because in a way, you were their first love

but they wish you to be happy and for kyotani to treat you right because you deserved the universe and more

TIME SKIP!!!!

OH YES I LOVE THIS!!!!

so basically, from my estimation, the timeskip is about 9 years after the third years graduate

so you are like 25 while kyo is 26

lets say you got a job as an editor alongside some guy named akaashi keiji while kyo was still playing volleyball

you got,,,, married quite early like tanaka and kiyoko and you have some minis running around

god decided to give you twins as children like a year after yall wed and currently, you were,,,, having another one??

ehehehe this part made my heart balloon up

imma make it so that kyo actually went to see the olympics with you and your kids are like 3 and theyre actually volleyball fans due to the influence of their uncles and father and partly you

it was easy to get tickets bc iwa literally works for the team and tooru is literally a player and they really wanted to see their godchildren

ngl the team was salty bc you picked them two as godfathers but next time, theyre making you pick out of a hat for your future child

so here you were, each parent carrying a child, lets say the girl is naomi while the boy is naoki, and the girl was wearing a mini argentina oikawa jersey that he specially got for his goddaughter while iwa got naoki a mini kageyama jersey just to spite oikawa

they each were wiggling in excitement to see their uncles and omg imma switch it again that the whole seijoh team is literally there like the og gang is there and watching the olympics

naoki and naomi were excitedly looking around at the unfamiliar faces and kyo was laughing when naomi tugged his collar when she saw her godfather’s picture upclose

‘papa! its kawa! kawa!’

she giggled and he ruffled her mini pigtails

‘it is, isnt it, mimi-chan’

while your son was calmly in your arms, you watched your husband and child interact with each other and her giggling as he tickled her nose

‘y/n-chan! kyoken!’

a familiar shout from only one person made you turn and see oikawa with the others at the back

of course he was huddled in a jacket to not attract attention but the og seijoh volleyball team was back together after so many years apart

‘kawa! hi!!’

naomi wiggled and she told her dad to let her down so she could run up to oikawa who was a few feet away

naoki also caught sight of his idol and you let him run after his sister but crash into the strong arms of iwaizumi

‘hello zumi’

naoki mumbled

‘hey little man! how are you?’

you gave everyone hugs and went to go to a restaurnt nearby to be away from the chaos of the people and kyo could tell you were getting tired standing

he helped you sit on a chair but you kept on grumbling to him

‘kenta, ive been pregnant before, with two! im fine, okay? so stop worrying’

kyo scrunched his nose but flicked your forehead

‘of course i have to worry. you have a literal human being inside of you’

‘well-’

but he used his hand to scrunch your cheeks to prevent you from speaking

‘what? hm, what was it, doll?’

the team gagged 

‘seriously! we suffered 3 years of this already! stop it!!’

kindaichi whined 

you stuck your tongue out at him and everyone got settled on their seats before ordering their food

the children were being entertained by the others and you were giggling at the antics of your friends

‘honestly, you all are nearly 30 yet you still act like children’

you scolded but had a smile on your lips to show you were actually teasing

‘and you act like youre 50 just because youre married with kids’

kunimi countered with his tongue out

you gasped before trying to reach over the table and snatch the tongue out of his mouth

‘come here you litte-’

but kyo gently sat you back down with a stiff smile

‘baby, doll, darling, love, i swear you forget youre not 18 anymore. please youre gonna send your husband to an early grave if you keep acting like this’

he whined, fake crying and the team was so shocked to see him still acting like this 

‘oh my god, y/n-chan, how did you ever get kyoken-chan to be like this? did you brainwash him?’

oikawa mumbled

‘papa dont cry’

naoki tried to reach over the table from iwa’s arms to his father who he thought was really crying

yahaba shook watari in cuteness and mattsun turned to makki

‘can we get one?’

makki scoffed and hit him but still laughed

‘papa is worried that mama will hurt your baby brother, nao-kun’

kindaichi choked on his drink while oikawa screeched, holding naomi tighter

‘BROTHER?! ITS A BOY?!’

the guests in the restaurant were startled by the shriek from the argentina player and you gave kyotani a betrayed look

‘urusai, oikawa!’

kyotani snarled, face turning red at his blunder

‘CAN I BE GODFATHER THIS TIME?!’

‘YAHABA YOU IDIOT! ITS ME!’

‘WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! YOU SHUT UP MATSUKAWA! ITS ME!’

‘OIKAWA YOU GREEDY LITTLE BIT-!’

‘SHUT UP OR I SWEAR TO GOD!’

you slammed your hands on the table, on your feet and glaring down at the men

naoki and naomi were already used to their mother yelling at uncle mattsun and uncle makki so they were snickering at their uncles terrified face

‘mama, they scared’

naoki commented, fiddling with iwa’s jacket zipper

‘its like y/n-chan and kyoken-chan switched personalities or something’

oikawa muttered, still looking wide-eyed at you

‘that’s it. kenta, hold my purse-!’

‘BABY, WHAT-!’

oh my god it was a sight to see

you have this <6 feet professional olympic volleyball player being hit by a pregnant short woman with her shoe and a bleach-blonde man trying to hold her hands so she alternated to kicking

‘y/n-chan! wait!’

‘nearly a decade later and 2 children later, y/n-chan still knows how to hit’

watari watched with a fond smile, reminiscing their old volleyball times

‘will y/n-chan be okay?’

yahaba worriedly asked but naomi gave him a smile that was a copy/paste of her father’s

‘no, uncle baba. its if kawa would be okay’

while everyone else laughed,

oikawa screamed

AND THATS A WRAP! if its not what you guys wanted, not gonna lie, i was even hesitant to write this part because as much as i love kyo, hes quite a hard character to understand and write for, but i didnt want him to be the typical brute caveman child, instead i wanted this to be like him showcasing that hes not just a screaming man but hes a scared boy whos awkward and doesnt know how to express himself. also, its not canon in the manga or the anime, but i put that he was in the foster system and they werent,,, nice,,,, so thats why he knew first aid bc he had to do it on himself and why he was so calm about her getting hurt and treating her. but thank you for reading this one and im about to write an iwa and an oikawa so expect that in the future!!!