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HEAT WAVES... (Armin Arlert x afab;reader)
.02 LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN ( main menu | spotify )
↳ summary: you and Armin come to an understanding
↳ warnings: nsfw mentions, mostly fluff, one red flag guess where it is, minor making out, swearing
↳ genre: mutual pinning, friends to lovers
↳ word count: 7k
The next morning, the weather had taken a drastic turn. Upon arrival, the sun was shining, the temperature was more so on the warmer side. The new country you all had finally found yourselves in was bright, the port bustling with life and wonder. Now, only one day later, the sky had grown dark, deep grey clouds rolling around above. The streets that were loud and busy were now empty now that everyone was anticipating rain. When Armin woke up, it was starting to drizzle.
He woke up feeling quite normal. Armin braced himself for a hangover, however the side effects of his intoxication didn’t come. Armin quickly glanced at his watch for the time and rushed to get dressed. It was six in the morning, he actually slept in one hour. He was in no particular rush to go anywhere, but Armin wanted to be the first one awake to see you.
You occupied Armin’s mind constantly, now even more so after last night. When Commander Hange, Captain Levi, and Oyankopon discovered you all drunk and passed on the ground of an unknown campsite, there was absolutely no time in between for Armin to catch another private moment with you. Levi had kicked your asses from the camp all the way to HQ. Armin had you in the palm of his hand when he was with you behind the curtain, there were so many things he wanted to say but words weren’t his friends right then and there. Of course, he had come up with about a million things to ask and tell you after the fact.
As he was beginning to work through a plan, Armin opened his door and was immediately face to face with Eren. He was leaning against the wall, hands stuffed in the pockets of his casual clothes.
As he was beginning to work through a plan, Armin opened his door and was immediately face to face with Eren. He was leaning against the wall, hands stuffed in the pockets of his casual clothes.
“Eren!” Armin jumped.
“Finally.” Eren whined. “I’ve been waiting for you for, like, an hour. I’m starving!”
“You could have just went without me.” Armin mentioned. He placed a hand on his chest to still his beating heart.
“I don’t know where this dining hall is.” Eren shrugged.
“Eren, we were there yesterday. Remember, before you disappeared?” Armin tested Eren’s memory, sarcasm laced in between. Eren just shrugged again.
He began walking onward down the hall without saying another word. Armin huffed, closing the door behind him. He caught up to Eren to lead the way, the plush carpet softening their footsteps. Eren still wasn’t paying attention to where exactly they were going, he loosely followed behind Armin.
They descended about two stories, took a few turns, and they were there. Armin opened the set of white wooden doors to the dining hall.
The anticipation of seeing you sitting at one of the tables sent Armin’s heart fluttering. However, much to his disappointment. The room was empty. The light from outside casted a blue-grey undertone, depressing the room a smidge. There was food already laid out in the table towards the back. Armin was glad at least that was there.
“Thank fucking god.” Eren swore.
They both immediately dove for the food. It must have just been laid out because some of the hot servings were still steaming. Armin eyes a plate stacked tall with thick, round cakes. They were crisp around the edges. He help himself with the serving fork, and sat down.
Eren mainly helped himself to a few sausage links. He took about three of them and sat down across from Armin. Armin was unsure of how to go about cutting up and eating his cakes, so he began to hack away at random.
“So, how was it?” Eren had finally broken his hangry silence. He hadn’t said a word the entire walk to the dining room.
“I haven’t tasted anything yet.” Armin stated, not looking up from his plate as he cut.
“No, not the food. What happened with you and [Y/N]? How was it?” Eren tried again, lowering his voice.
Armin froze, finally looking up. He sensed a shift in Eren. Armin and him were basically brothers, knowing each other off the back of their hands. That flame of brotherhood grew smaller over the past few months. They were physically together all of the time, but somehow a space had festered in between them. Eren's smile decreased, he laughed less, his spirit running empty. When asked, he was fine. He was just tired. He was just thinking, but nothing worth sharing. Armin knew this was untrue.
For the first time in months, Eren seemed interested. Naturally, Eren was curious on Armin’s current situation. He bore witness from day one of Armin longing for you from a distance. Eren was often listening to Armin go on and on about you, telling him not to be weird about watching you from across the room, when a good moment would be to drop a hint and how, reminding him that he’s a catch and anyone would be lucky to have someone like Armin.
Armin stared back at Eren incredulously.
“You’ve got a little spot on your neck.” Eren pointed out.
Armin quickly grabbed his spoon on the side, using the silver as a mirror to examine his skin. In the contorted view of his complexion was a single dark spot right on the side of his throat. He didn’t even notice it when he got dressed this morning. Armin could see himself turning red in the face.
“And I saw you both come from behind the tapestry. They were wearing your jacket. I pieced it together.” Eren explained.
He was actually quite proud of Armin, he had finally stuck the landing. Eren picked up a piece of his sausage with his fork and examined it carefully.
“I’m surprised you’re not gushing about it. Come on, dish it out.” Eren pressed.
Armin cleared his throat, becoming slightly uncomfortable all of a sudden. His main concern being that he didn’t want to gossip behind your back, or share details that you might not want others to know. On the other hand, Armin was so glad that he and Eren were having an actual conversation. Armin put his hands in his lap and squeezed his palms together.
“It was… amazing, actually.” Armin confessed with a breathless sigh.
And then Armin began to retell the events of the night from the beginning, all the way through to the end. Armin was surprised with himself that he could retain so much detail after all that he had drank. One thing he wished he would have forgotten was how he had came way before he had meant to. Eren rolled his eyes upon hearing this. Out of respect and both of your privacies, Armin didn’t get too graphic with his recount. He also included the very cryptic conversation about both of your mutual feelings, how you were able to say so much and yet so little.
Eren sat and listened quietly, nodding along to things. Armin noticed that Eren was not shocked by his pre-ejaculation sidestory.
“Thank God you used protection though. That could’ve been bad.” Eren snorted, popping a piece of sausage into his mouth. He hummed in approval at the taste.
Eren had changed the way he was sitting in his chair. He sat on one foot while he had his other leg bent, elbow resting on his knee. Armin suddenly fell quiet at Eren’s comment. Eren stopped chewing and squinted at him, eyeing Armin sternly.
Armin squeezed his eyes shut at the realization that one of the most humiliating moments in his life could have taken a drastic turn. He squeezed his hands together tighter.
“I didn’t have any at the moment, none of this was premeditated!” Armin defended himself.
Eren chuckled.
“You’re walking a dangerous line, brother.”
Just as Eren spoke those words, the door to the dining hall opened. Eren fell back to being quiet. Armin turned, immediately his blood pressure increased.
In walked the fabulous four. Coming in as the leader, rubbing his temples with a rather evil scowl on his face was Jean. Out of everyone in the group, Jean looked the least pleased to be awake right now. It was indeed a bitch to get him out of bed on time. Jean was nursing a killer headache. He complained every step of the way from his room to the dining hall. The lights were too bright, the sounds were too loud. Eren almost felt sorry at the sight of him. Almost.
Second was Connie. He hardly paid anyone any attention, he was too busy looking down at his arm. Sasha walked third behind Connie with her shoulders slumped and a rather devastating look on her face. Every minute or so she declared that she was nauseous and needed to eat something, or she would absolutely starve and die.
“We’ll all feel better once we get some food in our stomachs.” You walked in behind Sasha as number four.
As if without having to say anything, your eyes instantly locked onto Armin’s. He smiled and softly greeted everyone with a good morning. The atmosphere was a lot brighter, like the sun had just come out. The grumpy folk ahead of you mumbled back. You knew he wasn’t necessarily talking to them. The butterflies in your stomach gave you a swift kick in the rib at Armin’s acknowledgment of you.
If you held eye contact with Armin any longer, you might burst into flames.
You had half a mind to sit next to Armin at the table, figuring it would be rude not to. However, Connie had nagged your unspoken seat. Connie was bright eyed as ever. He apparently hadn’t had that much to drink because he was too busy talking. You took the empty seat next to Eren. It wasn’t as close to Armin as you would have liked to be, but across the table from him seemed just fine.
“Check this out. I found a little spider, he’s been hanging out with me since yesterday!” Connie beamed, showing Armin a dark dot on the outside of his forearm.
You and Armin’s eyes locked in on each other again, both of your instincts to sneak peaks at each other equally sharp. It only lasted a split moment. Armin’s blue eyes sliced through yours. He eyed you as you sat down in your chair with your plate, scanning you in your entirety up and down like he knew something about you. You sucked in a breath, sending an icy chill down your spine. Armin held back a smile, looking down at Connie’s arm. Then suddenly, he frowned.
“Connie, that’s a tick.” Armin stated.
“Aw, man.” Connie sucked his teeth in disappointment.
Armin leaned in to examine Connie’s bug friend. He stole another look at you as he worked the tick off of Connie’s arm. He wasn’t trying very hard, Armin was way too distracted to concentrate on anything else. If his psyche would allow it, there would be no one else in the room but you and him. You looked down into your plate as you ate, missing Armin’s eyes. There was an interesting shimmer around you. How did you grow more beautiful overnight?
“I’ll try again later.” Armin huffed, unable to work the tick free.
“Hold on. What. Is. That?�� Connie questioned. His eyes were focused on the bruise on Armin’s neck.
Everyone turned to look at Armin, all eyes falling on him all of a sudden. They all spotted the mark on his throat now that Connie pointed it out. They all gasped theatrically. You joined in, gasping louder than anyone at the table for dramatic effect. False horror etched into your face as Armin scanned everyone around him. He noticed that Eren was the only one who didn’t react.
Armin’s eyes connected with Jean. Strange, Jean didn’t seem to remember that he was the one who teased Armin about checking in on you, and getting him drunk.
Connie grabbed Armin by the sides of his head and pressed him to his chest. He gently stroked his hair as if he was petting a cat.
“My boy! What have they done to my boy!” Connie fake cried. Armin pushed himself off of Connie’s chest.
“Let me go!” Armin scoffed.
“Woah, who did that, Armin?” Sasha pressed. She wasn’t shy when it came to gossiping.
“Listen to you guys!” Jean rolled his eyes. “Give him some privacy, will you? It’s none of your business!”
Connie threw his hands up.
“I just want to make sure my friend is okay! He comes back after being absolutely hammered all marked up and sexualized! I want to know if he’s alright!” Connie countered back to Jean.
“He doesn’t have to tell you anything!” Jean argued back.
“I’m just asking! I won’t lie, I saw a few girls giving Armin the goo-goo eyes! Which one was it?” Connie continued to question Armin while simultaneously arguing with Jean.
“Armin, don’t answer him. You’re not obligated to answer any of Connie’s stupid questions.” Jean lightly placed his hand on the table in the gap between himself and Armin, speaking to him on a lower level than Connie.
“Oh my god.” Armin buried his face in his hands. Now would be a perfect time to disappear.
You figured this wasn’t your place to speak, considering it was you who left the mark on Armin’s neck. You definitely didn’t intend to do that. It was a good thing Armin was smart enough to leave his hickeys low enough to be covered by your shirt. Your chest was littered with red splotches where Armin had sucked.
Another interruption shook the room. The doors to the dining hall fell up with such rage and aggression, no one needed to look and see who it was.
Sure enough, Levi had entered, along with Hange. Hange closed the door behind them both, since Levi couldn’t be bothered. Everyone in the room fell silent and immediately stood at attention. Heels together, left hand behind their backs and right fists turned outward over their heart. Nobody moved a muscle.
Levi scanned the room like a disappointed father peering over his idiotic children. Everyone’s posture was sharp, but a handful looked like they were close to death. Jean looked like he was about to fall over any second, Sasha was practically green in the face, and Mikasa was not present.
“Where’s Mikasa?” Levi questioned. Several eyes glanced at you.
You were Mikasa’s assigned partner on this mission, both responsible for each other.
“Mikasa is too sick to get out of bed, sir. She sends her apologies.” You explained, telling a white lie at the end. When you went to wake Mikasa from her bed, her specific words were “fuck off.”
Levi sucked his teeth.
“God damn it! Are you all suddenly thick in the heads?” Levi began to get louder.
“Explain yourselves.” Hange included themselves. Without question or a second thought, Eren spoke up.
“It’s my fault, Hange.” Eren spoke out.
Everyone’s head craned to look at him, wondering what story he was going to come up with.
“This guy invited us to join his family for dinner. Everyone was against it, but it was my idea to stay. We ate and drank way too much, and passed out then and there instead of reporting back to HQ. I take full responsibility.” Eren explained.
That part of the story was only a sliver of the truth. Eren had been the reason everyone else reluctantly stayed at the camp. Mikasa had found Eren first, and since Eren was down for a party, she refused to go anywhere without him. Mikasa’s decision convinced Jean to stay, who was being followed by Connie. Since Connie and Jean were staying, and after seeing how much food they had, Sasha was practically begging you to come along. Reluctant and cautious, Armin decided he might as well come too.
And the rest was history.
“You imbecile. You could have blown our cover! You could have ruined this entire operation!” Levi wasn’t shouting, but his volume was louder than it probably should have been for a group of people that is incognito.
“Levi, please.” Hange huffed, being the only person in the world that is capable of making Levi be quiet.
Hange was not put off guard by Eren taking responsibility for everyone else, that wasn’t out of character for Eren to protect people he cares for. What they really weren’t expecting was Eren to run off on his own. That was quite unusual.
Hange stroked their chin, glossing over their pupils with pounding heads and sick stomachs. While Levi had unleashed a portion of his wrath after dragging everyone out of camp and back, Oyankopon offered Hange advice. He liked you all, and was glad to see that they were embracing in the party culture. Especially since they are young adults traveling the world for the very first time. He advised not to go too heavy on the punishment, if there was one.
“What you all did was dangerous and extremely unwise. We’re not on vacation, this is enemy territory. We all need to stay close and stay low. It would be unjust to issue write-ups when we get back to the island, so I’m letting this go for now.” Hange declared.
Levi folded his arms, angrily pouting.
You heart almost stopped beating upon hearing the word “write-up,” as you have never been in trouble for anything ever. You sighed to yourself at the relief that Hange was letting you all off the hook.
“Let’s be clear that we’re all sure what the mission at hand is.” Levi jumped back in, not letting his anger go.
From that point on, Levi drilled the plan into everyone’s head. He went over it as a group about four times, and four times individually. The entire reason that the Survey Corps came to Marley in the first place was to find allies and convince people that Eldian’s on Paradis are not the savages they are made to be. There was also a meeting on Eldian rights taking place in a few days, and it was imperative that you all be there to listen and be witnesses to a world-changing decision.
You understood the plan inside and out, reciting it perfectly and answering each question Levi threw at you gracefully and without hesitation. Still, someone more important was on your mind. It would be disrespectful to sneak glances at Armin in the presence of your superiors, but every time he spoke you gave him your full and undivided attention. Everyone else seemed to melt away when you heard his voice relay the plan.
After an hour and a half of grilling and questioning, making sure everyone understood the expectations thoroughly, Levi called for a break. He had tormented you all enough, and he needed a cup of tea after being riled up for so long. He waved everyone to be at ease. Connie and Sasha went back for more food. Jean continued on with his breakfast. You realized there was a patio door to the side. You went out the door and stepped outside, excusing yourself for some fresh air.
You stuck your hand out past the roof of the patio, raining dribbling on your arm. The air was refreshing, a needed change from the hostile environment Levi had created. You knew that he was absolutely in the right to be angry, and that you all had made a bad decision. Even so, Levi’s anger was suffocating at times.
The patio door opened again. You turned to see who would be joining you outside. It was Armin. His blonde hair flew against the wind that blew past. He appeared so suddenly.
“Hi.” Armin said bashfully. He closed the door behind him.
“Hello.” You said back.
You couldn’t hide the heat that rose to your face, making your cheeks burn. You turned back to look at the rain, hoping Armin would just think the wind had beaten your face red.
God, you were adorable, Armin thought to himself. It was about a full twenty-four hours ago that he had his face driven directly in between your legs, cock drilled into you like a screwdriver to a nail, sucking on your skin enough to leave marks, and confessing feelings he never imagined were felt for him in return. What could you possibly be shy about?
Armin didn’t pass too much judgment, as he was introverted as well.
Armin joined you at your side. His presence appearing in your corner view like a phantom. He stood silent and still, almost at full attention if it weren’t for his hands resting on the banister. His fingers were just mere inches from yours. You wondered what he would do if you took his hand.
The gloomy morning had gotten even more so. The clouds above were swirling shades of grey, thunder rolling behind them. There was a sheer film of rain coating the landscape outside. Rain splashed on the outskirts of the patio and banister, making a color difference in the pavement. You and Armin stood in silence, listening and waiting.
Although this was your favorite type of weather, you pretended to be listening to the rain hitting the earth. Your ears were opened and ready to listen in case Armin had anything to say. He had been standing there for a while, quiet as a mouse in church. You began to wonder if he was going to say anything at all. Perhaps you needed to be the one to break the silence.
Somehow you both decided to speak at the same time. You fumbled over your intended statements, followed by polite apologies for interrupting each other. Armin insisted that you speak first, desperate to hear your words.
“I was just going to ask you what was on your mind.” You said in a half question.
Armin turned to the side, facing you completely. He inhaled deeply. He started to get that dry feeling in his mouth, along with a sense that his heart was going to jump out of his throat if he misspoke.
“I, um…” Armin began.
Armin still had one hand on the banister. You grabbed it, not thinking twice, tangling your fingers in with his and giving him a light squeeze. It was definitely chilly out, yet Armin’s palms were warm. The nervous tremble in his lip had stopped, a smile spreading.
“I thought about you all night. Is that a strange thing to say?” Armin wanted to know. You shook your head.
“I was thinking of how nice it was to finally be with someone I cared about for so long. So, so long. ” Armin loosened his grip on your hand to gently toy with your fingers.
All of the strings on your heart had been yanked, choking you up with no warning. You continued to listen as Armin started to fall into his rambling. While he spoke, his eyes were glued to your intertwined fingers.
“I was also thinking if you’d still feel the same way the next day, and that this wasn’t some mistake we made. Because I, for one, don’t feel that way at all.”
You stopped your twiddling fingers to hold Armin’s hand gently.
“I don’t feel that way either.” You confirmed.
A loud, earth shaking roll of thunder boomed off in the distance. It make the structure around you shake ever so slightly.
Armin took a quick glance at the patio door, peaking inside through the glass to see what everyone on the inside was doing. Everyone had their backs turned, not paying attention. Armin slid himself towards you. You didn’t realize how far apart you both were standing until he was in your personal space. The gap between you both was driving Armin crazy.
“What should we tell people about us, then?” Armin questioned. He took the inside of his cheek between his back teeth, biting down.
Another loud crack of thunder clapped through the sky, followed by a flash of bright white lightning.
You only paused for a moment, realizing multiple things at once. First, the tone in which Armin spoke; Careful, slow, assumptive. He had a way of leaving a big open space at the end of some of his questions, and the room he left you to answer was ginormous.
You knew that Armin was going to bring this all up at some point, ask questions that may not have been asked and set boundaries that might not have been clear. The way Armin presented his curiosity was not expected.
“Unless I’m mistaken?” His thick eyebrows coming together in the center with worry. Perhaps he had done exactly what he feared, offending you.
“No, no, you’re not!” You chimed back into the present moment.
“I’m sorry, I should have worded that differently.” Armin cringed at himself.
You had been so selfish, consumed in wanting Armin all to yourself. You didn’t think of how it would affect others. Of course, their opinions didn’t matter, but how would you and Armin being in a relationship change the dynamic of things if at all? No one seems to mind Mikasa and Eren although they were not outright exclusive, Historia and Ymir, or even Sasha and Niccolo. Dare you even think of Commander Erwin and Captain Levi. It would seem unfair that everyone else can develop interpersonal relationships with each other, but you and Armin couldn’t.
If anyone’s opinion mattered out of everyone, it was Levi and Hange. What would they say? You all were already in hot water with the Captain, should you really turn up the heat?
“Maybe we should keep it between us.” you suggested. Armin nodded.
“If that’s what you want, then I have no dissent.” He said.
“You can’t just agree with what I want! What do you want?” You laughed lightly.
In absolutely no way, shape, or form, was Armin embarrassed of you, or to be seen with you. If he could, he would show you off from the highest cloud in the sky. However, your idea to keep things discreet gave him a great wave of relief. He could just hear Jean in his ear giving him horrible, unsolicited romantic advice. Armin would never hear the end of Connie’s teasing. He could hear Connie now in the back of his mind poking fun of him for being a virgin — not knowing that the joke is on him.
And then, there was Eren. Armin couldn’t even predict how Eren would potentially react.
“Keeping things between us sounds nice.” He agreed.
A huge, bright flash of lightning lit up behind the clouds. There was a low bang, which made you and Armin both jump out of your own little world you had just created. You let each others hands go. The patio door was thrown open, Sasha’s hand on the knob.
“It’s getting kinda bad out here, aren’t you guys gonna come inside? The meeting is about to restart.” She asked, genuinely concerned.
You and Armin stared back at Sasha like startled deer. She looked between the both of you, waiting for a response.
“What’re you doin’?” Sasha squinted.
“Talking about you.” You were quick with the response. Sasha rolled her eyes.
“Haters never prosper.” Sasha flashed her middle finger, and then closed the door behind her.
“What are you doing tonight?” Armin blurted out as soon as Sasha left.
He reached for the patio door handle before you, opening the door wide enough to let you pass first. You knew what that meant. The knotting feeling in your stomach had returned, twisting in your gut.
“I don’t have any strict plans.” You said.
“Come see me later, please? I’ll leave my door unlocked for you.” Armin muttered in your ear as you passed him. He didn’t mean to sound so desperate. Another shiver went up your spine. This particular sensation was reserved for Armin and Armin only.
“Okay, I will.” You promised.
And you kept your promise.
When the meeting was completed and done with, half of the day was over. You spent a few hours messing around with Jean, Sasha, and Connie. You and Sasha periodically checked in on Mikasa. You delivered a handwritten note from Levi to Mikasa, ordering her to stay in bed until she was recovered.
When night had fallen, but not too deep into the hours, you stood face to face with the wood of Armin’s door. From under the crack, you could see that his lights were still on. Every now and then, you could see the shadow of his feet walking around. Armin was pacing a lot.
He had accidentally screwed himself over. He should have given you a time frame as to when to see him. Armin had given himself anxiety, wondering which hour of the night you’ll show up. It was getting to be about ten o’clock at night. Maybe you had more important things to do tonight, or perhaps you had just changed your mind.
Much to his surprise, the door creaked open.
You slipped through, hoping you were quick enough that you were not seen dipping off into Armin’s room. If anyone was going to see you and ask questions, it would be Jean since his room was just down the hall. Your hand gripped the doorknob, turning it all the way and closing the door ever so gently. Once you were safe inside, you pressed your back to the wood.
Armin was sitting up at the table, still dressed in his day clothes and a book in hand. His blue eyes blinked a few times, and then he smiled.
“Hi!” Armin failed to hide the surprise and excitement in his voice. His smile was gentle, tender.
You were unsure of what to do now. Your main goal was to sneak into Armin’s room undetected, you hadn’t thought this far of what you’d actually do or say once you got inside. You kept your distance, back still against the door.
“Hi.” You greeted back.
You looked around Armin’s room. Decorations had already been placed around the room, similar if not identical to the decor in your room. However, the table in the corner was covered with papers and books.
There was a soft sound coming from somewhere in the room, muffled and quiet. It was music.
“Where is that coming from?” You asked.
Armin closed his book, not bothering to mark the page.
“Look at this!” He exclaimed as he motioned to a contraption on his bedside table.
You hadn’t seen anything like this. It was a small, square box with a metal rod sticking up at the top. You walked up to it, leaning in close. Someone was singing, but you couldn’t really make out the words. It wasn’t like the music the refugee’s played on their instruments, but you liked it all the same. You listened, and swayed along.
“What is it?” You questioned.
“They call it a radio. It was already here when I came in. I-I tinkered with it a little bit. Here, look.” Armin explained. He simply picked it up as if it weighed nothing.
“This knob changes what’s playing.” Armin twisted it to the left.
A horrible and irritating noise came through the box, then a man talking, no music. Armin turned it again to bring the music back.
“And this one changes how loud it is.” He turned the other knob that was next to the first one. The music suddenly got louder, and then softer as Armin changed it around.
“I like it at this volume.” He stated, fixing it to how he had it.
“What does that do?” You pointed to the metal stick poking out at the top.
“Not sure.” He shrugged. He sat the radio back on his desk.
“Cool!” You smiled. A different song began to play, it was slower and seemed more sentimental. You paused to listen for a moment, and began to nod along.
A spark went off in Armin’s chest. He gave himself a point for managing to impress you. Discreetly, he eyed you up and down. Armin tried to keep his thoughts pure, but it was difficult to not visualize what he had seen under your clothes yesterday. His throat suddenly felt thick at the memory of how soft he knew you were, how he knew you smelled good and felt so wonderful up against him and in his arms. He’d give up anything to have you that close again.
And perhaps he could.
Despite Armin just saying that he preferred the radio at the volume he set it at, you helped yourself to reach out and turn the knob slightly to the right and increased the sound. You closed your eyes and danced in a small circle to the song. Armin stood still, hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants while he watched.
“Do you know how to dance?” You teased him.
“Not for real.” He awkwardly chuckled. That kind curve appeared on your lips. It almost brought Armin to his knees.
Without saying anything, you grabbed him by his wrists and brought him closer. Armin didn’t have a chance to protest. He sputtered while you grabbed one of his hands and placed the other on your waist. Your free hand rested on his shoulder. Armin’s touch was delicate and polite in comparison to how he had touched you hours ago.
You took the lead as you swayed him back and forth, turning him in a circle. Although you were going slow, Armin looked at his feet while you both moved around each other, cautious not to step on your toes.
“Don’t look at your feet.” You advised.
“Right.”
Following your instruction, he looked at you. It was hard to look anywhere else. You took up his entire space. Any room you walked in, you owned it. Armin wondered if that was something you were aware of. His eyes fell on every inch of your face, taking in all of your facial features. You didn’t miss that he glanced down at your lips.
You raised your arm above your head and twirled in a circle.
Once your spin was complete, Armin pulled you in closer to him. His hand rested firmly on your lower back. Now his touch held purpose. His eye contact was intense. You couldn’t tell if it was from the shade of blue in his eyes and how easy it was to drown in them, or the mood he had just set. You immediately blushed, unable to help yourself.
Armin was so, so handsome. The haircut he had gotten framed his face nicely, highlighting his jawline and neck. It was refreshing to see the face behind the long, blonde hair that he had almost grown to his shoulders. Armin looked back at you with a dreamy look in his eye, not too much of lust but of the same passion.
“You’re very pretty. I’ve been wanting to tell you that all day.” Armin sighed, being as lost in you as you were in him.
“Well thanks. I was just thinking the same thing about you.” You spoke.
Armin contorted his face as if that was the strangest thing he had ever heard.
“Really?” He questioned.
“Yes, really! With your long eyelashes, big blue eyes, and cute nose.” You read off, poking the tip of his nose as you mentioned it. Armin’s eyes crossed at your finger coming for his face, which was now dusted pink across his cheeks. Armin shrugged.
“Aw.” He scoffed.
The storm continued outside, the rain was now violently beating against the glass window. Armin’s radio continued to play a lighter and sweeter song. This time, a woman was singing. This would constitute another traditional romantic setting, Armin had realized. He was fixated on your lips, craving the soft skin pressed onto his.
“Is it okay if I kiss you?” Armin’s thumbs rubbed into you, unaware of how many beats your heart had skipped.
“Yes you can. And, you don’t have to ask.” You nodded in acknowledgement, both remembering how disturbed he was with himself when he had kissed you for the first time without asking.
Armin tagged that in his memory.
You had both met in the middle, first being a short and simple chaste kiss. However, the warmth in the room changed. Armin pulled you into him once he had gotten a decent inhale of you, embracing you with both of his hands wrapped around your back and yours around his neck. He needed more of you somehow.
“Do you want to sit on the bed?” Armin offered, hardly taking his lips off of yours to speak. You agreed, already knowing your next move.
What a fool. Armin had no idea that he had handed you so much power. He walked backwards, you still wrapped in his arms. Armin expected you to part from him to sit directly next to him -- but no. You threw your legs over his, directly sitting on his lap and straddling his waist. Your hands had worked their way into his hair, soft pieces ticking the back of your hand. The breath in Armin’s lungs was whisked away by your body on his. You could hear him release a shaky sigh when you scratched at his scalp. Little did you know, that was just the way Armin liked it.
While your lips weaved in between each other, Armin was unable to keep his hands still. They couldn’t decide if they should stay gripped to your hips, or caress your bare arms. Eventually they settled for the skin on your sides under your shirt. You were just as soft as he thought you would be, just as warm, and just as gorgeous. This was hot, too hot. Armin’s heartbeat was pounding so hard, he began to feel blood flow to other places. He gulped, trying to steady himself. Tongues hadn’t even gotten involved yet.
“W-Wait, hold on a minute.” Armin puffed.
You immediately stopped and pulled away. Your face hovered his, breaths panting.
“What’s wrong?” You straighten your posture, cupping one side of his face with one hand. Without hesitation, Armin leaned into your touch to rest his cheek in your palm.
“Nothing is wrong. I, uh…” He trailed off awkwardly. He blinked, thinking of words to say.
This was a habit Armin had. Whenever he was at a loss for words, he would halt the conversation and actively think of something to say. Usually, he could come up with an appropriate answer on the fly. Now, he seemed stuck. You patiently waited for him to continue. Armin gently slid his hands from under your shirt to each of your thighs. His touch left a trail of heat as he did so.
“I don’t wanna… do anything, not tonight at least. Don’t get me wrong, I want you so bad. It’s just…”
“Armin, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything.” You reassured him.
You made an attempt to get up from Armin’s lap, however he only constricted his arms around your waist to keep you in place. He didn’t necessarily say that he wanted you to move. He rested his chin right on the swell of your breast, looking up at you with soft doe eyes.
“I mostly just wanted to talk to you.” He admitted.
“That’s fine. I like talking to you.” You shrugged simply. You could visibly see him perk up.
“Good because I have, like, seventy questions.”
He was not exaggerating. Armin had a lot of questions.
Armin was still dumbfounded that his unspoken affections for you were being reciprocated. He thought he would die before he got the chance to tell you how he felt. He wanted to know how long exactly you had kept your feelings to yourself. Armin was not oblivious to the fact that after Erwin had passed and Armin was injected with the serum, people were a lot nicer to him and spoke about how glad they were to have him around. Armin took each compliment with a giant grain of salt.
“Definitely before all of that.” You bashfully laughed. Armin’s eyes grew wide, if that were physically possible.
“That was so long ago!” He gasped.
“I know!” You groaned.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Armin asked.
Your cheeks were now hotter than the sun. Your hands flew up to shield your face to hide, unable to contain your flustered embarrassment any longer. Armin took your wrists and gently removed them from your face.
“I don’t know…” You shrugged. “You always appear so busy. You and Eren and Mikasa are always running around together. Hange depends on you a lot. You’re like a little busy bee. I figured you wouldn’t have the time.”
“I will always make time for you.” Armin stated.
It was like you were getting to know each other all over again. You saw Armin in a new light as a romantic partner. Everyone knew that Armin was genuinely nice and cared about everyone and everything. You wondered how many people knew how incredibly sweet and gentle he truly was. From the way Armin touched you, so tenderly and politely as if you’d break under his destructive touch, to the way he listened to every single thing you said, your teeth began to rot in your skull.
The night grew darker and later. You and Armin’s conversation carried on into the hours, talking about anything and everything you could possibly think of. You had changed positions from sitting in his lap to laying in his bed, slipping under the covers and staring up and the ceiling and spilling your thoughts.
“I’ve never been in a relationship before.” Armin confessed.
Once again, he had his fingers wound up with yours, playing with them softly. At some point, he had turned the radio off. The only background noise was the storm that hadn’t let up for a second.
“If you’ve never been in a relationship before, why are you so good at eating pussy?” You teased. Armin snorted.
“I don’t know, that was the first time I had ever done it.” Armin said. You sat up.
“Seriously?” You gasped, true shock on your face. Armin quietly nodded.
“You’re really good at it.” You praised. Armin’s cheeks immediately burned red.
“I-I really liked doing it.” He said.
“Maybe next time I can go down on you.” You offered.
Armin must have died and gone to heaven. You and him were finally together, after years of being your closest friend and not saying a thing about how he truly feels. Armin felt dumb to his core, cursing himself for not being able to see that you felt the same for him for so long. All of his daydreams of you were about to come to fruition. The mutual imagery of you going down on him was almost too much. He might melt into his bedsheets if he thought any more about it.
It was a shame that you had to leave. You were starting to get sleepy now tucked into Armin’s side. He had one arm up and tucked under his head, your legs laced together comfortably. It was going on midnight, and Captain Levi declared that he would do bed checks to make sure everyone is where they were supposed to be. He hasn’t had to conduct a bed check since you all had first joined the Survey Corps as teenagers. The anxiety of being on time for a bed check brought some nostalgia.
You and Armin bid your goodnights, exchanging kisses and trying very hard not to get carried away with them and waste time. Just as you were about to walk out of Armin’s room, he caught your wrist.
“How do you like your tea?” He asked randomly.
“Three sugars.” You replied, an eyebrow quirked. Armin nodded. You let your wrist and hand slide through Armin’s hand. You wiggled your fingers at the end.
“Goodnight.” You bid.
Armin made sure to watch you walk down the hall until you were out of sight. He hated that he couldn’t walk you back to your room out of fear that he’d miss his bed check. Armin had never missed a single one.
He slowly sat on the edge of his bed. His room was colder now that you had gone. There was a tightness in his chest that wasn’t unfamiliar. He ached for you to be with him, now more literal than before. Storms were Armin’s favorite type of weather. On a normal night, he’d already be in bed curled under his blankets and zoning out to the thunder and rain.
If only you could have stayed. Armin had gotten a taste of what he fantasized about the most — holding you in his arms any way he possibly could and just enjoying you being there with him, you sleeping soundly against his chest, and waking up to you the next morning. It was almost cruel that he didn’t get to fulfill the last portion.
Armin laid his head on his pillow to finally rest. The spot where you had just been still smelled of you, and Armin took that to his advantage. He inhaled, no longer ashamed to adore the scent.
That satisfied him enough, for now.
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The Start of the Beginning… Again
Miguel O’hara x Filipina reader
Chapter 2
Previously
Earth-6301
Year 2099
Peter groans waking up with a throbbing headache, he tries to move but notices that he’s been hogtied up with his limbs in the air behind him.
‘Well isn’t this great’ he thought
Earth 1610
“Honestly if I had a nickel for every time I woke up bruised and tied up I would have 2 nickels which isn’t much but I wouldn’t be surprised if it happens again.” Peter says, shrugging it off while Miles laughs awkwardly remembering their first interaction together.
“Anyways” Peter continues
“I woke up in this office lab looking room. Couldn’t really tell where I was but I saw that the goblin I was supposed to bring back to HQ was in the same position as me but still passed out, then I saw (Y/n) hunched over on her desk.”
Earth-6301
Year 2099
“I guess now I have to deal with you too huh.” You say out loud getting up from her chair, turning around and leans back against her desk.
“Gabi, can you keep looking into that device while I deal with him.” You tell her, a purple hologram of what looks like a teenage girl pops up and salutes you then disappears again.
“Gabi?” Peter questions quietly to himself but sees the gizmo on your desk plugged with a bunch of wires, he panics.
“H-hey you shouldn’t be messing with tha-” Peter exclaims but was cut off from the excruciating pain of glitching.
“Just like the goblin huh?” You mutter to yourself as you watch Peter glitch and writhe in pain.
“Well I certainly don’t miss that” Peter groans. You drag your chair in front of Peter and sit back down and lean back against it. You bring out your foot to tilt Peter’s chin to look up at you. You look down at him, deactivating your mask then clicking your tongue.
“So you wanna explain why you’re messing with inter dimensional travel hm?” You question him. Peter looks up at you taking in your appearance, he feels like he’s seen you before and he also notices that it looks like you haven’t slept in days. You patiently wait for an answer as Peter continues to ponder who you look like, but sigh as you retract your foot back letting his chin hit the ground bringing Peter back to reality and scoot back away from him.
“I mean do you even know the dangers of entering another dimension where you don’t even belong? You could rip a fucking black hole into my universe just by interacting with it.” You groan pinching the temples of your forehead trying to soothe your oncoming headache.
“Look like I was trying to explain earlier but you decided to knock me out instead. I was just here trying to get this guy over here.” Peter motions his head at the passed out goblin beside him.
“And take him back to where he belongs, because long story short there was someone who was messing with multiverse stuff which caused a ripple effect onto every other universe causing people getting sucked into these vortexes and getting shot out into a different dimension.” Peter explains and pauses looking at you for a reaction but you just stare at him.
“Before you know it… the universe that they enter will collapse since they obviously don’t belong there.” Peter adds and chuckles awkwardly, inwardly cursing at Miguel for forcing him to pick up this mission.
“I see…” You say leaning back into your chair and slouching against it crossing your arms.
“I was afraid that his theories would be right.” You sigh solemnly, the hologram of a teenage girl pops up in front of you.
“Sooo I found out that the watch has the same coding as papa's temporal displacement machine but with a few changes, and it’s probably because they’re using it to travel between dimensions rather than time travel.” Gabi concludes, kicking her holographic soccer ball and keeping it up.
“Thank you Gabi, just keep looking into it if it’s unstable”
“You got it mom” Gabi fizzles out
Earth-1610
“Wait wait wait wait- hold on!” Gwen cuts Peter off from continuing his story.
“(Y/n) has an ai assistant?” Gwen questions Peter rolls his eyes.
“Kid, if you forgot she literally lives in the future” Peter reiterates.
“No, no I mean her AI assistant is…” Gwen pauses then whispers the next part “Miguel’s dead daughter?” She asks and Peter shrugs.
“Surprised you haven’t met her yet. She hangs out with Lyla a lot but yeah, as I was saying…”
Earth-6301
Year 2099
“Wait time travel?” Peter asks incredulously, you look at him weirdly as if that’s the first time anyone has ever heard of time travel.
Earth-1610
“She calls her mom?” Miles asks
“Just let me finish!”
Earth-6301
Year 2099
“What, you’ve never heard of time travel or something?” You question him
“No no no, I’ve heard of time travel… of course I’ve heard of time travel! It’s in the name.” Peter exclaims and you still look at him with a blank stare.
“So you guys never explored inter dimensional travelling?” Peter asks, breaking the silence only to be answered with a sigh, you pull out your watch and put up a display of your theories.
“A long time ago… I think maybe four years ago the idea of inter dimensional travelling was brought up by my boss. You see I work at alchemax, you probably have a version of a high tech science company or something in your world… Anyways our boss was grief stricken he wa-“
“Was your boss’s name kingpin by any chance?” Peter cuts you off and you look at him weirdly
“W-what? No, what kind of name is that? Anyways he was grief stricke-“ you were cut off once more by a loud crash, you turned your attention to the source of the noise and saw that the goblin was thrashing around trying to get out of his confinement. You sigh, getting up to activate your yantok and shock him again, he passes out once more.
“Ano ba?” You click your tongue in annoyance and return back to your chair. “At this point he’s just embarrassing himself. Like I was saying our boss… his name is Tyler Stone, was so grief stricken from the loss of his son and wife dying in a shootout that happened not too long after the alchemax here in Nueva York was established he proposed the idea of inter dimensional travelling. Of course he didn’t push through with it since it was brought to his attention that it would be too dangerous and risky to mess with anything beyond our current understanding so it was decided that time travel was the best option. You see with time travel, it’s quite much more simple and less complex than travelling through the multiverse or getting something else from somewhere else. With time travel you’re just travelling in your own dimension and the only thing you’d be disrupting is the certain events that people have experienced which in turn would alter their personalities which isn’t really an issue because our theory was that somewhere along our timeline it’ll split when an event that would have a major consequence which would be balanced either way, you win some you lose some. So for example, it’s simple really.”
You pull up a picture of what looks like to be a tree branch
“Let’s say this is you, the moment you were born. This could split into many different ways of what could happen.” You say and point at the start of the tree branch
“In one timeline, you could’ve died from SIDS, you’re done, this timeline of your story ends here. In this timeline you live with no freak accidents and whatever, and in this other timeline your mom could’ve dropped you or you had a life altering injury something like it that would leave you with lasting effects. That’s just the gist of it, at some points different versions of you in this universe can experience the same thing but because of how your past experiences shaped you, you could have different outcomes depending how alternate timeline versions of yourselves react to said cross point event. Anyways don’t take my word for it too seriously since theory is just theory unless you can prove that it’s absolute law.” You turn off your watch
“As I was saying, disrupting your own timeline or universe or whatever it’s called, as long as you're interacting within your own world, everything should be fine because there will always be that one time line that will split off with a different consequence which creates some sort of balance. But the catch when it comes to time travelling and fixing the past to create your desired result, you MUST follow every single path down to the very second to prevent any thing that you don’t want to deal with and want things to be almost exactly the way it is when you come back to the present. Yes, yes I know ‘but what about the other version of yous in the other timelines?’ Well you don’t have to think about them because they’re not your problem, just need to accept it even though it will leave you with an icky feeling but hey what would I know? This was how I got the explanation for this stuff. I might be missing some things but that’s most of it I believe… Who knows, I’m just a geneticist trying to find cures for up and coming diseases that don’t have any known antidote and help the betterment of man kind. But yeah I need to stop getting side tracked.” You yawn and look at your watch to check the time.
“Bwiset, it’s almost five am. Yeah we chose time travel since it’s the least dangerous option but long story short, Tyler was so desperate to get his family back that he rushed the whole process and fired up an interns shit job of a temporal displacement and that sucker exploded as expected since that stupid intern stole early drafts of the temporal displacement that still had a lot of setbacks and wasn’t deem stable by any of the actual professionals and rushed it in hopes to get a promotion right away. And yeah a lot of people died… yeah after that alchemax went back to “normal” and is now under strict guidelines if we want to start up another experiment like that to prevent shit like this happening again.”
You sigh leaning back.
“Diyos ko, bakit naman kailangan harahapin kong ito ng nag-iisa” you groan and spin in your chair to face your desk. Peter took notice of your silence and saw that you were staring at a picture frame, he couldn’t make out who was in the picture frame thanks to the sunrise’s reflection.
“I’ll deal with you later but right now I have more pressing matters to deal with right now.” You state and start working with chemicals and pull out a tray of Petri dishes.
“Uh so do you plan on letting me go or something? Did you forget about what I just told you?” Peter asks, staring at your back remembering that he was hogtied up in your blue digital webbing.
All of a sudden a bright orange vortex appears in your room.
“Ah shit I forgot about him.” Peter groans
An: sorry for a really late update, I was tryna make this scrumptious and had to revise a lot of plot lines. Like⁉️ I had three very different drafts of chapter 2😧
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Toontown: Corporate Clash Recap: Toontown Central Mainline Tasks (Find the Rain)
And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for:
Find the Rain
Every non-cutscene NPC conversation rewards 47 experience and 3 jellybeans.
To start with, you have to speak with Lord Lowden Clear:
“I’m proud of you for the great work, but listen real close, [Toon Name], we have a serious issue.”
“We’ve been keeping tabs on one of our Resistance Rangers lately.”
“They were supposed to be the new ambassador for Barnacle Boatyard, but they disappeared shortly after a meeting with Flippy.”
“Since then their trail’s gone cold, until today, that is.”
“We’ve been personally asking for Toons with any knowledge to step forward, and finally, Louise Connection has alerted us that she may have something.”
“We need you to run over to her shop Toon Mobile Wireless on Wacky Way and see just what she’s heard.”
“If this can lead us back to Resistance Ranger Rain, it would be a huge relief.”
“Thank you, [Toon Name].”
So yeah, your final task? A MISSING PERSON CASE!
While the Cogs have mostly been nuisances at this point, but they can be GENUINELY dangerous when they put their minds to it.
Louise Connection is a sienna cat with white legs and hopefully a lead on the MIA Resistance Ranger.
“You’re here about Resistance Ranger Rain right?”
“So here’s the deal.”
“She stopped by a while ago, seemingly frantic.”
“She said she was watching out for some kind of "special” Cogs, something no toon had seen before roaming around.“
"But after saying that, she didn’t mention much more besides the fact that she was going to set up shop next door at Wacky Way Wonderworld.”
“If you go over to Wacky Wally at Wacky Way Wonderworld, you just might be able to find out more.”
“Good luck!”
Wacky Wally’s Wonderworld is right next to the tunnel back to Toontown Central Playground, and Wacky Wally himself is a yellow rabbit.
“Resistance Ranger Rain?”
“I indeed saw them recently as a matter of fact!”
“I was shocked right out of my shoes after hearing about their disappearance.”
“I still can’t find those shoes anywhere, as a matter of fact…”
“Rain was camping out here often over the course of a few days, constantly eyeing the new building being worked on across the street.”
“In fact, mentioning it now, I haven’t seen any Toons walk in or out of that shop personally.”
“And it’s not a very toony shop, being all about oil refining, after all. It’s quite weird, to be honest.”
“Back when it seemed to be open, I stepped out to visit and welcome the new shopkeeper, but the doors were locked.”
“But maybe it’s not locked anymore, why don’t you go ahead and try it out.”
Gagsoline Oil Refineries can be found just across the street. Trying to enter it reveals that the door is locked. Report back to Wacky Wally for some guidance on where to go next.
“Darn, but just what I was expecting, to tell you the truth.”
“Come to think of it… I do remember another detail she mentioned during her time here!”
“She mentioned something about watching those Cogs with the brown, pinstripe suits. Bossbots, I think they’re called?”
“If there’s any connection, you just might be able to find something on one of them via battling.”
“Perhaps a key to figuring out where Resistance Ranger Rain is?”
“If you do, I think it’d be best you take this back to the Toon HQ and for you guys to work on it together.”
“Good luck, and if you decide you need any wackiness in your day-to-day, come back anytime!”
Any Bossbot in Toontown Central can drop the key. Once you’ve recovered it, take it to Lord Lowden Clear.
“Gagsoline Oil Refineries huh?” “This just might be the big break in this case that we need.” “I want you to take that key you found, and enter the building.” “Go inside, but be careful!” “Take a look around, and then come back promptly and tell me what you saw.” “Don’t take too long and don’t make too much noise, we want you being as careful as you can be.” “Good luck, [Toon Name].”
Now, you can use the key to enter Gagsoline Oil Refineries.
The building’s lobby is brown and drabby. There are black chairs underneath its gray roof, a machine for extracting oil in the corner of the room, a carpet adorned with the Cogs’ insignia decorating the floor of the room, and an open elevator in the back. It also has this unique interior theme, which doesn’t play anywhere else in the game.
You now know why Rain disappeared, and must hurry back to Lord Lowden Clear to report your findings.
“A secret Cog shop!?”
“What’s that? You found a small written label inside?”
“The Derrick Man!?”
“This is way worse than we could’ve ever had imagined..”
“It appears the Cogs are using this building as a secret front to gather resources right from under our noses!”
“And to think Resistance Ranger Rain must be held captive inside that office as well…”
“I just don’t understand why she wouldn’t have informed us more before endangering herself like this.”
“Listen, [Toon Name].”
“I need you to gather up all the Gags you can find, go back inside that evil shop, and take down and defeat that Cog inside that shop.”
“Go inside, take them down, and rescue Resistance Ranger Rain.”
“You got this. We know you do.”
You have a new mission: Defeat the Derrick Man.
Upon returning to Gagsoline Oil Refineries, you’ll be prompted to create a group to fight the Derrick Man. Up to four Toons can board the elevator in the back, and the Group Finder will allow Toons from any Neighborhood in the game to teleport straight to your location to join the fight.
Once you’ve gathered your group, you can board the elevator, wait for the timer to count down, and face the Derrick Man.
The following Content Sync is applied:
30 Laff Soft Cap (41 maximum).
Up to Level 3 Gags permitted.
No rewards permitted.
During the Elevator Ride up, this elevator music plays.
Once the elevator opens, the intro cutscene starts. If there’s a first-time player present, it cannot be skipped.
The cutscene goes as follows (click here for the cutscene’s theme):
The Derrick Man has a head made out of oil extraction and storage equipment, and is facing our missing Resistance Ranger, a lavender fox named Rain, who’s suspended in a cage behind his desk.
“What happens when a frog’s car breaks down?” Rain asks, “Psst, this is the part where you say ‘I don’t know’.”
“I don’t know,” the Derrick Man replies, clearly frustrated.
“It gets ‘toad’ away,” Rain answers.
The Toons on the elevator laugh as the Derrick Man loses 10 HP.
“Who said that!?” the Derrick Man shouts as he whirls around.
All of the Toons are hiding behind and under the furniture around his office.
“Have you ever had fun?” Rain asks, “Do you even understand the concept of ‘fun’?”
The Derrick Man turns back around and walks closer to Rain.
“Suits like myself have a very different idea of what you call ‘fun’,” he answers, “‘Fun’ is finding an extra staple in your stapler.
“‘Fun’ is getting a free pen when you sign up for a bank account.”
“Both of those sound really boring,” Rain remarks.
“Now you understand how your ‘jokes’ make me feel,” the Derrick Man replies, “Anyways, I have to go deposit another transfer request.”
He turns around to leave.
“You might want to take another look at that slip, something might’ve happened to it,” Rain warns.
The Derrick Man boards the elevator.
“I threw out the invisible ink you slipped into my fountain pen,” he remarks, “You’re getting easier to predict, if that’s even possible.
The elevator doors close.
“I knew the Resistance would come to my aid!” Rain declares, “Although you don’t look like any Resistance Rangers I know.
“Eh, no matter. Quick, get me out of this cage!”
The Toons approach Rain’s cage, but the elevator doors reopen.
“AHA!” the Derrick Man exclaims. He rushes out of the elevator, deploying his propeller to fly between the Toons and Rain, preventing them from rescuing his captive. “I KNEW I smelled something extra crude!”
The Toons laugh.
“Stop laughing!” the Derrick Man snaps.
“We can’t help it! You Cogs are funny sometimes!”
The Derrick Man turns to face her.
“And you be quiet, Toon! I don’t need your commentary,” he orders, “Anyways, I’m not one to complain about that kind of thing, I just expected something different from the likes of–”
He turns back around to find that he’s bored the Toons to sleep.
“WAKE UP!” the Derrick Man shouts.
He stops the ground angrily, jolting the Toons from their boredom-induced slumber.
“Your ‘Resistance’ clearly knows about my presence in this building,” the Derrick Man observes.
“It wasn’t that hard to figure out!” Rain points out.
“I told you to be quiet!”
The elevator opens, depositing more Cogs into the office, who fly up to help the Derrick Man.
“As I was SAYING, I think it’s time that I send them a message. One that they won’t forget,” he declares, “Cogs, GET THEM!”
Cue boss fight!
Derrick Man
Honorifics: Mr.
Department: Bossbot
Level: 5.mgr
Likes: Gasoline, Refinement, Exploration
Dislikes: Oil Spills, Explosions, Shutdowns
Battle Theme: Here.
If this is your first time fighting the Derrick Man, you’ll get a pop-up Toon Tip from Resistance Ranger Rain, warning you that he’s a Manager, and thus has unique Cheats that let him turn the battle in his favor.
Additionally, he has unique stats as well, having 100 HP (though he starts the battle with 90 HP, even if you skip the opening cutscene, thanks to Rain’s joke).
Additionally, he has a pool of 11 level 1-4 Cogs, up to 3 of which can join at the start of the battle. After that, new Cogs will spawn to fill in empty slots on the Cogs’ side of the battle.
He has the following attacks:
Fountain Pen: The Derrick Man targets a single Toon, and sprays them with a stream of ink, dealing 12 damage if it connects.
Liquidate: The Derrick Man summons a rain cloud that he sends over the head of a single Toon, forming a puddle that they sink into if it connects, dealing 7 damage if it connects.
Withdrawal: The Derrick Man wiggles his fingers at a Toon, causing sparkles to fly out of the Toons side of the field and towards him, dealing 12 damage if it connects.
Quake: The Derrick Man jumps up and down, shaking the ground to attack all Toons, dealing 6 damage to any Toon who it hits.
Freeze Assets: The Derrick Man summons a snow cloud that rains snowflakes on a single Toon, dealing 4 damage if it connects.
Additionally, he has access to the following Cheat.
Refinement: The Derrick Man will give oil cans to himself and any other Cogs in the battle, restoring up to 40% of their HP. It can overheal them to up to 110% of their Max HP. The Health Indicator Lights on the Cogs’ chests will turn blue when overhealed. He always uses it on Round 1, and after that will use it every 3 Rounds.
One feature of the Gag Selection Screen I was not aware of until WELL after I started this recap, you can find out how many Rounds have passed since the battle started by musing over the timer that shows how much time you have left to pick your Gag. Pay close attention to this counter to figure out how many rounds you have before a Manager uses a certain cheat.
Regardless, once the Derrick Man’s HP drops to 0, the background music changes to this as he hunches over and clutches his chest.
“No! I can’t lose to Toons! I’m in a world of trouble if I that happen,” he mutters, “Unless…” He turns to face Rain. “Hey you! I want to make a deal!”
“I don’t like where this is going,” the imprisoned Toon remarks.
“Hear me out!” the Derrick Man continues, “You and all of the Toons in this room can leave.”
“Great! Well in that case, I’ll just see all of us out–”
“BUT, there’s something I need you to do,” the Derrick Man interrupts, “I know that you’ve been helping Toons in battles against my fellow employees.
“You will promise not to make any such promises in the future.”
“Listen here, Mr. Man, I’m not going to stop–”
“Promise or I take you all to the Chairman!” the Derrick Man threatens.
“Okay, okay! I promise,” a sufficiently cowed Rain replies.
“Very well. By the way, the name’s Boar. William Boar.”
The Derrick Man turns to find his victorious opponents clapping.
“Oh, don’t act so superior!” he snaps, “I know what Cogs in the Offshore & Drilling District are capable of!
“Besides, if ‘Alton’ is to be trusted, then he has your ‘Council’ wrapped around his finger.
“All of you better be gone when I get back.”
He deploys his propeller and flies away, taking any surviving Cogs with him.
The Toons dance as we’re taken to the results screen, the Derrick Man’s unique victory theme playing over it.
What prizes can you get from the Derrick Man?
Once a day, you can earn his Sweetener:
5 Gumballs
40 Jellybeans
100 Toon Experience
You can only earn 1,000 Gumballs from Sweeteners per week, so be sure to check your Cog Gallery to see how many Sweetener Gumballs you can still earn.
After the Toons are done dancing, the epilogue cutscene plays, backed by this music.
Rain’s cage opens, allowing her to jump out. She says the following to their rescuers:
“Thank you! You saved me from those Cogs!”
“I know that the Resistance wants me to go to Barnacle Boatyard, but I don’t think my job is done here.”
“The Derrick Man is still menacing the Toons of Toontown Central. And I’m going to stop him!”
“Don’t worry about me, I won’t get captured again.”
“…though you might want to pop in here occasionally. You know, just in case!”
“Now go, before those Cogs come back!”
She leaves through the elevator, and the Toons teleport back to the Playground.
You can now refight the Derrick Man whenever you wish.
Now, all that’s left to do is report back to Lord Lowden Clear.
“I knew you could do it. I just knew it!”
“I don’t think a single Toon here doubted you after everything you’ve done.”
“You stepped up to the plate and absolutely nailed it. You’re fantastic!”
“You’ve solved all our major issues here.”
“You even found and rescued Resistance Ranger Rain, and uncovered some of the Cog’s even plans they’re trying to unfold here in the heart of Toontown!”
“By the way, I don’t think those Cogs will stop trying to run their operations in that alleyway.”
“Nor will we be able to stop Resistance Ranger Rain from repeatedly trying to take them down.”
“She mentioned it already? Figures…”
“We really appreciate her, but she can be very stubborn, to the point that it gets her in trouble.”
“So anytime you can, feel free to stop back at the Derrick Man’s office and take them down.”
“We’ll need to always keep them in-check, I would presume, as well as keep Rain out of harm’s way.”
“But I just want you to think about all of this.”
“You yourself came up from nothing and single handedly fixed all our major problems. You’re a real asset.”
“But besides everything you’ve accomplished, there’s always more to do.”
“In Toontown there’s many playgrounds that need help from Toons just like you.”
“In fact, I’m sure if you ask Flippy, he’ll have some place that he can send you to help out.”
“Go out and help those Toons like you’ve helped us, like you’ve helped Rain. I know you can accomplish it.”
“Thank you again, [Toon Name]. The Toon Resistance thanks you.”
“Good luck.”
You are rewarded with 379 experience, 25 Jellybeans, the Barnacle Boatyard Profile Background, the ability to pick-up Barnacle Boatyard’s Sidetasks, and access to Toontown Central’s Kudos Board.
But that’s a story for another day.
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I know he heals immediately but it’s hilarious that he starts the fight already taking a hit.
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Having a lot of feelings lately about tanaka.
I started reading the hq manga from the beginning (previously I’d only read from where the anime left off) and I just started seeing things I didn’t see before…
First of all—can we talk about the fact that tanaka literally has a NIGHTMARE about trying so hard to be a good senpai, coming up a little short every time, but just trying harder? 😭 when I first read tanaka’s nightmare i thought the point was just like “lol see how funny it is that he needs to keep waking up earlier and earlier”—but it’s so much more 💗😭 than that!!
I remember that when I first watched the season 2 ova where tanaka begs his sister to drive his kouhais to training camp and tries to scrape money together for bus fare when she said no, I thought that ova was like an anomaly/first time in revealing tanaka’s secret soft side and how much he tries to be a good senpai.
But it WASNT.
That aspect of his character was always there, just hidden in humour (and maybe less prominent in the anime).
Also--for all that he tries to come off as the tough, macho guy (“you gotta establish DOMINANCE, suga!”)--how many times do we see Tanaka looking like THIS when he’s proud of someone or something touching happens?
I haven’t counted, but I wonder if he cries most of all the characters...
this boy is a gem. that's all i'm saying. 💎💗
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THIRST on YouTube
So, my kiddo convinced me to start putting all the ANIMATED DRUNK POEMS up at YouTube (not just Vimeo), and I have to say, it’s been a much better experience than I remember. I have vague memories of struggling to get things to work, and the overall experience not really feeling efficient…but I am happy to say that it is no longer that way! In fact, I think it’s probably easier than putting stuff up at Vimeo.
Every few days one of the animations is being added…so if YouTube is your video spot fo choice, most of the DRUNK POEM ANIMATIONS should soon be there for your viewing pleasure. And starting on ome new ones set to launch in the coming weeks!so if you haven’t seen them all, now’s your chance to catch up!
The kiddo also reminded me that we live in a brave new world, one where you can watch the drunk poems via the YouTube or Vimeo apps on your smart TVs, so “like & subscribe” as the kids do say…or just turn them on with a cold one, because here at DrunkSkull HQ you never need to drink alone!
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do you know that you're the reason i started watching haikyuu? i've heard of it a lot before on social media but i was never interested, until you wrote your hq story and i was like, "I need to watch hq so I can read it." because this was you, and i knew i'd be missing out on something great if i didn't read it. So thank you for introducing me to that amazing fandom, thank you for making me watch the greatest anime ever. just thank you
i don’t think i can ever read this without crying and for that i want to thank u first and foremost because i never thought i could be capable of such happy tears. i can’t quite articulate how much this means to me especially so soon after the announcement but if nothing else i hope u know that i’ve come to realize a new appreciation for the craft and this community precisely because of u and kind people like u.
now more than ever it’s become increasingly difficult to find purpose or passion in all the little things we do but u just reminded me that we might be missing out on something great if we don’t try. i can’t thank u enough for breathing life into my stories and giving me the confidence to continue sharing them. if my words can provide even a fraction of the joy i felt from reading yours then i think i’ve done my part.
before i end my ramblings i just wanted to add that i’ve been writing a lot lately because i have so much i want to say but haven’t had a chance to publish anything due to the persistence of my insecurities. it’s so easy to convince urself that no one cares—whenever i come back here i remember that isn’t the case. no matter how small the space, thank u for allowing me into ur life, and thank u so much for being such a precious part of mine.
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when reader is sick hc's
finally posting writing here so true
n e ways okay so i’m brainrotting about the genshin charas taking care of their s/o’s when they’re sick 🥺 and now i'm feeling sick, sigh
ohm and sulien ambros belong to @teyvattherapist! they're such good chara's, i know i'm writing them here but i deffo recommend reading up on them
okay here u go, have some hc's that are kinda sorta long and by that i mean 2.5k- i haven't proofread this bc it's 4am and im going to BED but if i write for any other chara's i'll post a second part <3 mwah
tags: gn!reader, diluc x reader, kaeya x reader, jean x reader, lisa x reader, albedo x reader, dainsleif x reader, tartaglia x reader, ohm ambros x reader, sulien ambros x reader, soft bean hours
diluc
is not working or traveling when his partner is sick
absolutely makes them soup and hot tea and drinks
he’s trying to make them food but he’s not the best cook so he’s asking adelinde for help
absolutely asks jean, barbara, and ohm for help while his partner is sleeping but he’s so awkward LMAO
was absolutely frantic the first day he found out his partner was sick tho, he made them come over to the winery so they could sleep there and he can take care of them <3
absolutely lied about what room was his so they slept in his bed
“hmm this guest room is so furnished diluc are all your rooms like this” and no, no they are not, this room is his, bestie
diluc slept on a sofa in his bedroom and did work on the table that was supposed to be for flowers. kinda stressed over abyss order locations but was more worried ab his partner being okay so he was distracted
he just put the flowers on his nightstand for his partner to see when they woke up <3
gives his partner forehead kisses because they won’t let him kiss them on the lips and he gives them the gentlest cheek kisses while they sleep
also gives his partner his clothes to wear <3
cuddles them and reads to them when they’re awake and TEMPLE KISSES OH MY GOD
kaeya comes over because he’s worried his brother and his brother’s s/o haven’t been seen in a little while
n e way, diluc gets sick after his partner gets better and they nursed each other back to health
kaeya
like diluc, he took off work so he could take care of his s/o i,mediately after he found out they were sick
wouldn’t force them to stay at his place tho, he’d probably let them recover in their own place
but he might make them go to the kof hq or the cathedral just so they can be taken care of by a proper healer
he absolutely soothes their fevers and stuff w cryo and also the man can heal himself w his elem skill ofc he can fix someone if he tries hard enough <3
he gives kisses no matter how much his partner says not to but he’ll also give them butterfly kisses so it’s soft moments too~ sigh, ur too cute alberich
asks ohm and barbara and albedo and lisa for potions and such to help his partner feel better but he’s really lowkey so he doesn’t seem SUPER worried
he just hates seeing his partner not feeling so well </3
refreshes his partner’s vase of flowers at their bedside every day
brings home work so he can watch over his partner. he can’t cook super well either so he asks for help and brings stuff home from good hunter too
jean was okay to let kaeya off of work and diluc would never admit it (man practically swore everyone to secrecy smh) but he helped take up some of kaeya’s duties in his stead
and kae, the alcoholic, didn’t even drink while his partner was sick bc he was lowkey worried they would need his help w smth and he didn’t want to be drunk just in case <3
many cuddles despite protests of getting him sick <3
jean
absolutely uses her healer skills to make her partner feel better
panicked when they were still sick and thought it was her fault </3 she asked barbara and ohm for help and they just told jean to relax a bit bc her partner was sick and it wasn’t going to be a quick fix
wanted to take off work but didn’t, so she just brought her work with her
kaeya and ohm very kindly took up her other duties where she had to leave so she could be w her partner
her partner is staying in the kof hq where they get access to ohm and barbara comes to visit <3 but also so that jean can sleep comfortably enough close by bc you cannot tell me this woman does not sometimes sleep in her office or the library and barely makes it to the kof dormitories sometimes
she’s so worried the entire time, she’s probably got a few gray hairs and a new frown line smh
she has clothes that aren’t her work clothes???? it’s so foreign seeing her in stuff like pajamas. you didn’t even know jean owned pajamas
jean sets them up in her bed at home (yeah she has a place outside of the kof hq??? it’s surprising) but it’s a big bed so they can rest and she’ll have the lamp on her side on while she sits up and does work
absolutely dotes on them. she’s good at making foods that make them feel better, she’s just a good healer that way <3
albedo, klee, venti, kaeya, lisa, and ohm all come over to check on jean and co and make sure everyone is doing okay <3 lots of food brought
if jean was asked to sing to her partner normally, she probably wouldn’t bc she’d probably get embarrassed but i think she probably sounds v good and venti would give her his lyre to try out a musical instrument too. but also she’d read to her partner and they’d probably fall asleep together uwu
lisa
works part time hours at the library so she can go visit her s/o
probably asks them to stay at the kof hq for easier access to medical assistance and plus she’s almost always there
“cutie” but worried and very 🥺 (pleading emoji)
makes soup and potions and reads to her partner until they fall asleep
also super playful omg she’s still got a smile on and is full of affection while she walks her fingers up her partner’s arm to their face so she can cup their cheek
she’ll make her partner laugh and smile and blush even when they’re sick, but she makes them laugh until they cough sometimes and immediately feels so bad
jean, barbara, kaeya, albedo and ohm all come to visit with different foods and soups and medicines and such
klee comes knocking and gives lisa some good fisherman’s toast and asks lisa’s s/o if they want to hug dodoco b/c that always makes klee feel better
purple roses galore, lisa has them in her partner’s room and they’ve got a potion to make the. uh. sniffer? to make the sniffer feel better. don’t ask me how, idk but she would find a way to make them physically feel better with flowers
reads to her partner ofc, and she tells them stories ab her own life and time at sumeru sans the crazies
worried looks when her s/o is sleeping but also the softest smiles when they wake up pls-
albedo
cutest lil frown on his face when he finds out his partner is sick
immediately they are taken home and he’s testing to confirm what’s wrong w them and what he can do to speed up their recovery
he’s more distracted than usual at work but he’s coming over to your place all the time w what paperwork he can do
also sketches his partner while they don’t know. he’s got lots of beautiful candids of his partner sleeping, looking out the window, falling asleep, reading, even drinking water. he’s made the most mundane things look captivating
kaeya and ohm come to check on albedo when he doesn’t show up for work after a few days and it’s bc he’s taking care of his s/o with food and soup and alchemical potions and shit. and when kae and ohm come in, they find his partner opening the door wrapped in a blanket while albedo is asleep cuddling the pillow they left bc he stayed up the night before making soup and reading to them
klee has camped out on his partner’s couch, she helps w the cooking too~ she absolutely lets them hug dodoco and gives them a treasure to feel better too LOL
many kisses from klee and albedo, and they also go out to get treats for albedo’s partner too
domestic albedo cooking in his partner’s kitchen and for once it isn’t some alchemical potion that he might blow up the stove with
tartaglia
takes off work entirely but BOY OH BOY is he stir crazy smh
brings his partner to his apartment to rest <3
he’s so worried ab his s/o that he makes all the sick ppl food the first day, orders from wanmin restaurant when his partner wants smth different, and also gets toys and such to entertain them otherwise
also reads to his partner but, again, he gets stir crazy after a while
absolutely does workouts and katas in the living room and phew shirtless tartaglia working out? gets the heart rate up for sure ahem
rushes to his partner tho omg- need soup? water? a trip to the bathroom? another blanket? he goes to them the MOMENT he hears them moving around. absolutely dotes on them <3
his family knows ab his partner and he’s probably written letters ab them being sick~ his family sent snezhnayan herbs and flowers and medicines and such
zhongli comes around because he wants sugar daddy!tartaglia with tea and medicine from bubu pharmacy. hu tao is in tow with well wishes and a “hope i don’t find you at work!” which is. a little worrying because aren’t you just a little sick-
many kisses from tartaglia because he is Needy and he’ll absolutely get sick from cuddling his partner while they sleep
also he’ll probably just like. envelop his partner while they sleep. they’re all cuddled into him and he’s actually so warm it’s nice bc they’re cold w a fever and he’s living for comforting them
he’s so worried tho, he’s got the frowny face and he’s so adorable but he just doesn’t want his partner to feel sick
dainsleif
the man camps in ruins, he’s going to his partner’s house smh
he doesn’t go into the church either LOL so expect him in his partner’s home making dinner and doing their grocery shopping thanks
he would get ohm and barbara to come over tho <3 “fix them please” but also “how can i fix them”
is so dead set on making sure his partner takes their medicine at the right times, he’s so soft for them and them alone
cooks soup and old recipes he barely remembers from khaenri’ah. he doesn’t really get sick, so he doesn’t remember these ones too clearly. deffo brings back old memories he’d long forgotten
reads to his partner and tells them old stories of how the world used to be, his travels, gives them the gossip on a certain khaenri’ahn but doesn’t give away the name
ohm comes over with medicine and lollipops bc dain is so unlikely to go to the cathedral to get barbara smh
but also dain, so self-sufficient, is unlikely to want to ask for help, so ohm just goes to help anyway
dain with the old khaenri’ahn lullabies and tucking his partner into his arms and singing quietly while he holds them and rocks them to sleep
dain is immortal, he’s giving his partner kisses bc “i’m immortal, ofc i won’t get sick”
he got sick
but his s/o nursed him back to health and then there were smooches the end
ohm ambros
the doctor with his ill lover oh my god
he’s frowny, he’s taking care of his partner at his home in springvale and his home clinic is open to everyone else. but everyone knows his partner is the first priority LOL
kaeya and albedo come over to see if ohm is okay or if his house needs to be checked up on. they’re wondering if he went on a last-minute expedition to sumeru and didnt tell them
diluc comes over too, he’s just checking up on his best friend but he’s also stealing a cherry lollipop smh. he heard from kae that ohm’s partner is sick tho, so he brings some soup and good food over from adelinde. he also brings some of his own specialty food tho, the once upon a time in mondstadt <3
sulien sending letters to his big brother to see if his brother’s s/o is okay
ohm is also just super protective of his partner, there are not many people who come into his life who he loves and lets in in the first place. he’s absolutely trying to heal them with his own vitality, so their recovery is much shorter than initially expected
barbara also comes over w jean to check up on ohm and co, complete w a goody basket of soup, a teddy bear, flowers, and books
ohm reading to his partner <3 he’s got such a soothing voice even if his accent is wack LMAO. he’s reading stories and even his paperwork because just his presence is comforting
he puts his hands on his partner’s forehead to soothe the fever goodbye
ohm will not sing for his s/o simply bc he doesn’t think he sounds v good. and he probably doesn’t but it would be so cute to hear him try and please ohm? 🥺
n e way i want smooches idc if i’m sick KISS ME OHM AMBROS
sulien ambros
when he finds out his partner is sick, the man blinks like twice and then suggests so calmly that they go to his apartment in liyue
man does not sleep normally, he’s just going to nurse his partner back to health and read during their recovery. fruit tart can cover his duties for him <3
sulien cooks for his partner tho, he’s making soup and stuff and getting medicine from bubu’s pharmacy. he’s also picking up books on the way home but some of them are to be read to his partner so it’s okay-
like tartaglia, sulien works out while his partner rests and goes to them if he hears them moving around. he’s reading to his partner and not so frowny, but the slightest furrow of this man’s brow is already such a big expression of his concern <3
sends letters to ohm asking for advice ab how to help his partner feel better. ohm just sends a letter back with “i’m coming” and shows up within the day LMAO
reads to his partner, and the monotony of his voice is soothing and lulls them to sleep. he just looks at them affectionately (well affectionate for him) and presses a kiss to their forehead before finishing the story on his own and in his head
tartagalicious comes over and brings food, flowers and a teddy bear with some of sandrone’s paperwork but he sends a smile to sulien’s partner with some well wishes
scara comes over too just to visit and check to see where sandrone is, but scara is a grumpy bean so he just says “feel better” all brooding and like it’s a command to one of the fatui subordinates LOL
sulien like ohm uses his cold hands to soothe his partner’s fever and also gives them forehead kisses <3
Edit: a link to part 2
#genshin impact x reader#diluc x reader#kaeya x reader#jean x reader#lisa x reader#albedo x reader#dainsleif x reader#tartaglia x reader#childe x reader#ohm ambros x reader#sulien ambros x reader#lane's ocs#genshin fluff#hc's#lyz.writes#i'm finally posting here omg#so many tags...#goodNIGHT
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Home || Issei Matsukawa x Reader
A/N: This is my present for @seita in the Haikyuu HQ Secret Santa event! It’s longer than I expected, but I hope you like it!
Genre: smut
Warnings: pseudo incest, stepbrother!Issei, softDom!Issei, virgin!reader, first time, oral (male receiving), spanking (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, squirting, cum eating, slight manipulative!Issei, a creepy guy tries to hit on reader at the beginning
Word count: 4713
READ THE WARNINGS, DO NOT COMPLAIN TO ME WHY YOU READ SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE!!!
“I’m going to the store do you want to come with me?”
Issei was leaning on the doorframe to your room, watching with a smile on his face how you excitedly crawled out of your bed, eager at the thought to spend time with your nii-chan. He was home from Tokyo for a couple of weeks and it has been so long since you could really spend some time with him, but with your parents, on a weekend vacation, you had him all to yourself.
Even if he wasn’t your biological brother, something made you always want to spend time with him. He was always radiating a sense of security. You really couldn’t imagine any safer place than in his arms.
Issei chuckled at the way you excitedly stood in front of him within minutes, ready to join him on his quest to the store, so you two would have food for the next three days.
“Well, then let’s go little one.”
Your heart jumped at the endearing nickname he had given you when you were first introduced as his little sister. You really loved your nii-chan so much it hurts.
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It was the weekend before Christmas, so the store was packed.
Issei used his height to his advantage, scanning the aisles and navigating through the least crowded ones, with you clutching the ends of his jacket to not lose him.
“Hey, little one, we need some cheese, milk, and yogurt, can you get these here? I will go grab some cornflakes real quick.” He threw a reassuring smile in your direction before he already dipped down into some aisle, leaving you in front of the refrigerated display shelf.
You were always shy and unsure in situations outside of your comfort zone, but getting some ingredients.. you could make that work, you were sure of it!
Otherwise, Issei-nii chan would be disappointed with you and that was something you really didn’t want.
And everything went great, you nearly got all of the stuff Issei-nii had told you to get when suddenly this one man started talking to you.
“I can think of a better cream you can get.” He didn’t even introduce himself, just sleazily standing way to close to you after you had turned back around, cartons of milk in your hand.
“T-that’s milk.”
You wanted to duck away from the uncomfortable situation, when he suddenly took your wrist into his hand, tugging you back towards him. “Don’t be like that, I was just making friendly conversation!” The grin on his face made shivers appear all over your arms, but maybe it was also the cold shelf you stood in front of.
You shouldn’t think so badly about people or men in general. Stereotyping was bad.
“I’m sorry, I just have to get back to shopping.”
You tried to drop the cartons of milk into the cart, but he still had an iron grip on your wrist. “You haven’t even introduced yourself, that’s not very nice of you. You see, I’m-“ The rest of his words went down in an unattractive squeak, as he was suddenly ripped away from you.
You felt tears arise in your eyes when you saw Issei-nii’s furious face appear behind him. You really messed up this time, you didn’t want Issei-nii chan to be angry at you.
“Get away from her, you scum.” His voice sounded so scary, but after his face softened immediately when he laid his eyes on you you relaxed a bit.
He took the milk out of your arms, dropping it into the cart, before squishing you firmly into his side, navigating the cart with only one arm.
For the whole duration of your shopping spree, he kept you pressed against him, not speaking a word, which made you rethink if he really wasn’t angry with you.
He also had a mean look on his face, but you still couldn’t help but feel safe, tucked under his arm, nearly buried inside of his jacket, tightly clutching his sweatshirt in your hands.
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By the time you arrived back home, you were sure that he was angry with you.
He had gripped the steering wheel unusually tight and he still hadn’t said a word to you.
“Nii-chan…” You fiddled with your fingers, standing in the kitchen while he was aggressively placing all of your purchases in the respecting cabinets. “I’m sorry I upset you. I really didn’t want to, please don’t be angry anymore!”
Your nii-chan was never really angry at you, so for him to be so aggressive now made you very uneasy, to the point that tears started appearing in your eyes, slowly rolling down your cheeks.
“Oh, my cute little baby, I’m not angry at you, come ‘ere.”
He took a big step in your direction, engulfing you in his arms. Immediately you felt warmth blooming in your chest, something only your nii-chan was able to produce.
“I could never be angry at you, baby. I love you too much.”
Issei pressed little kisses onto the crown of your head, his fingers caressing your back gently.
He wasn’t angry at you? The relief made you cry a bit more when the refrigerator started beeping due to being open for too long. Issei silenced it with a kick to the door, still cradling you in his arms.
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He slowly guided you to the couch where he seated you on his lap, pressing you tightly against him.
“My sweet, sweet baby. I love you so much. It’s okay. You’re just so naïve, I should have known. You’re just a small little baby, I should have never left you alone.”
He raised your head by your chin, kissing your wet cheeks repeatedly with his soft lips, making you sniffle. “I love you too, nii-chan.”
His heart exploded in his chest as you said that. Yes, you loved him. He could not have wished for more. But you should love him. He was your nii-chan. He protected you, he cared for you, he kept creeps like the man today away from you.
The whimper that escaped your lips made every little doubt and regret vanish. You were just so cute. When you clumsily started to move your lips against his, reciprocating the kiss, he wondered if you have ever kissed someone before.
Something primal in him growled at the thought of being your first kiss and within that second he was determined to not only be your first kiss.
Your cheeks were flushed, and your tear flow had stopped when you finally ended the kiss, resting your forehead against his’.
“I just don’t want anyone else touching my sweet little baby.”
“I didn’t know! I thought he was being friendly, nii-chan, really,” you defended yourself, desperate to make him happy with how you acted.
“Nobody is ever ‘just friendly’. Remember that. But you’ll only let your nii-chan touch you from now on, right?”
His hands roamed over her back and he smiled contently when you nodded wildly. “Only you, please, nii-chan.”
This time you took the initiative and pressed your lips to his, willingly opening your mouth for him to slip his tongue in.
The heat in your chest was overwhelming you, spreading through your whole body. You wanted to be good for your nii-chan. Wanted to show him that you’re his good little baby.
“Nii-chan!”
A shudder traveled over Issei’s entire body at your whimper of the title and he felt his dick twitch in his pants. You were still pressing yourself tightly against him, so he moved a hand to the lower part of your back, slightly pushing your hips forward until you were nestled against his sizeable bulge, even if he wasn’t even fully hard yet.
You moaned again, continuing to slightly hump him even though he wasn’t pushing you anymore.
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Did you know what you were doing? He wasn’t sure, but for some reason the thought only made him get more aroused. “You feel good, baby?” He couldn’t hide the slightly teasing tone in his voice when you kept humping him.
The face you made was so innocent but so vulgar at the same time, he loved it. “Yes, nii-chan!” You were already a bit breathless, moaning loudly when he moved his hips in time with your thrusts to maximize the pleasure.
You were extremely happy with the smile that had been on Issei’s face as soon as you started to push your hips against his. He seemed so proud of you. You never wanted it to end.
You have never done these things with anyone in your life, but your nii-chan would help you, you hoped. And he would still be proud of you. You increased your pace, humping him even harder and faster, moaning every time his cock was angled in the right direction, pressing against your little clit.
You had to do good for your nii-chan. You pushed yourself forward, lips crashing against his messily, your teeth colliding, a bit of salvia dripping down onto your chin.
“Easy there, baby.”
You had done something wrong. You realized it the second he assisted you in pushing your hips forward again.
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“I- I want you to feel good, nii-chan,” you stammered as a defense and he chuckled.
“You want me to feel good? Then stop humping my lap and get on the floor.” It took a couple of thrusts until you could stop yourself, abandoning your pleasure to shakily climb of his lap and sit on the floor.
“No, baby.” Issei chuckled at you, stretching over the couch to get a pillow he threw on the floor in front of him. “On your knees.”
You scrambled around to get in the right position, embarrassment burning on your face at your stupid mistake. You were now on the same height as the obvious bulge in his pants and uncertainly, your hands moved to his thighs and then the band of his sweatpants, to pull them down.
“Tch.” You pulled your hands away as if you burned yourself. “Did I say you could do that? Don’t be so greedy. Just wanting to get right down to business, I hadn’t expected for you to be such a whore.” You flinched at the insult.
“I’m sorry, nii-chan. I thought this was what you wanted, I only wanted to obey you.” The proud smile he had had on his face earlier had disappeared and you desperately wanted it back again.
“Put your mouth to better use.” He didn’t even wait for you. His hand just snaked itself into your hair, pushing you against his clothed erection, nuzzling your face against it. “Lick it.”
You tentatively started licking it, a sharp tug at your hair reminding you to not be too soft. It felt weird, your mouth was getting dry and fuzzy, but you still tried your best in licking his erection up and down, even sucking on some parts and all in all making a mess of his sweatpants.
“Good girl.” You doubled your efforts at his praise, trying to produce as much spit as possible in your mouth to continue slabbering against his crotch. He raised his hips a bit, finally sliding his sweatpants off, letting his half-hard cock spring free.
You looked up at him uncertain, waiting for permission to continue. A small nod of him was all it took for you to vigorously start lapping at his length, cradling it in your hands while wetting it all over.
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Issei loved the sight of you on your knees in front of him, tongue playing with his cock.
He wasn’t even fully hard yet and still, your face and hands next to his dick looked extremely tiny in comparison. But you were his tiny little baby, so what else did he expect?
He used the hand he had in your hair to align your mouth with the tip of his dick, pushing it into your warm cavern.
“You look so good sucking cock, baby.” You beamed around his cock at the praise, pushing down even further and promptly choking around his massive length, sputtering to get off it right after. His brows furrowed, his hand keeping you in place.
You weren’t even halfway down, you had to do better than that. He had to teach you. “Relax your throat, if you want to be good at that. I’m not even halfway in, there has to be more that little mouth has to offer.” Tears were welling up in your eyes as you felt him in the back of your throat, the corners of your mouth burning from the stretch around his girth.
You had read somewhere that you should not use teeth under any circumstance, so you tried your best to keep them shielded with your lips, even though your whole mouth was filled.
You wanted to suck, make it tighter and more pleasurable for him, but there was no room for that. And he still didn’t stop.
When you started violently gagging, he held still for a moment, but he didn’t let you retreat. He wanted at least three-quarters of his cock buried in your mouth. Anything else would be unacceptable. He couldn’t have a little sister who could only fit half of a cock in her mouth.
And you understood. Your eyes were big and filled with tears, but you still gazed at him with adoration in them. Your nii-chan was teaching you how to suck dick properly. How to pleasure him properly. And there was nothing more that you wanted, other than your nii-chan feeling good because of you.
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After he was content with how much dick you could fit in your mouth, he pulled you off of him, letting you breathe for a couple of seconds before shoving you right back down, now bobbing you on his dick.
You tried doing something, eventually giving up, relishing in his moans while he fucked your mouth. Every surge of pleasure of his was a different pleasure for you.
Seeing your nii-chan get off with your mouth, feeling his dick becoming fully hard, because of you, it was the greatest pleasure you ever experienced.
“Good little baby. Sucking my cock so good.” The praise made your insides bloom with a comfortable warmth. You did good. Your nii-chan was happy with you.
One of your hands cupped his balls, fondling them, unsure what to do with them. But he moaned louder, so you were sure you were doing something right. You wanted to see his face, but the tears streaming out of your eyes obscuring your vision, only getting more with each time he hit the back of your throat.
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The sounds you made were heavenly. Issei wanted to record you to always hear them.
The choking and moaning around his cock was something he could never grow tired of. He wondered if you would swallow his come like a good girl.
He would make you swallow it one way or another, either directly from the source or licking it up from his fingers, his cock, or the floor.
The thought sent shivers down his spine and he thrust even harder. The image of you licking his come off the floor. He had to try that sometimes.
Probably not today, if you behaved. It was still your first time after all and he was a good nii-chan.
“Keep going, baby, just a bit longer.”
Praise made you more eager to please, practically devouring his cock, tongue moving everywhere it could while he was still restlessly thrusting into your mouth, nearing his climax.
You were just so cute, with spit and tears all over your face, humping the air while kneeling between his legs. Issei was sure you weren’t even aware you were doing that. You just loved him so much.
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His thrusts grew more and more erratic and his groans louder. You tried to blink the tears out of your eyes, but new ones were appearing over and over again.
You just wanted to watch your nii-chan lose himself in the pleasure you gave him. When you could finally make out his facial features he had a breathless smile on his face. A feeling of accomplishment bloomed in your chest, especially when he gently took up more hair in his hand, pushing it out of your face in the process. You just felt so loved.
And then he came.
You were so grateful for your nii-chan’s come, even though you had to choke a bit when he pressed you deep down onto your dick, shooting his seed deep into your throat.
He still kept you around his dick, as his breathing came down again, enjoying the slurping noises you made around his dick, desperate to not let a drop escape. Seems like he worried for nothing.
“You did great, baby.” He finally let you come up for air, chuckling at your proud smile. “Thank you, nii-chan. I really enjoyed it.” He mentioned for you to come back up onto his lap again, letting you sit on his lap again, his sweatpants still dangling around his knees.
“Leave it there. I like you messy. Especially when I’m the reason for that.” He stopped you from wiping your spit and tears from your face. You looked so good with a wet face.
“I’m never going to be messy for anyone else, nii-chan. Only you.” He groaned at your statement, feeling his dick springing back in motion again.
“That’s right, baby. Only messy for me, right?” He chuckled at her nodding, tapping your ass. “Then let’s reward you for being a good little baby. Lay over my lap.”
It was borderline funny how fast you scrambled to get into position, even though he had to help you a bit until your ass was positioned right over his crotch, his large hands roaming over your cheeks.
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The teasing touch already made you twitch thanks to the pent-up frustration you had from sucking your nii-chan off. But a warning slap to your right cheek made you remember your position immediately.
With one final movement, he pulled your leggings down until they were hanging below your ass, only exposing your round cheeks and nothing more.
“Such a pretty baby,” he hummed appreciatively, fingers dancing over your naked cheeks, sometimes even dipping between them a bit.
You whined against the pillow you were pressed against, drool already sullying the cover.
“Don’t be an impatient brat.” He spanked your ass again, making you moan. “Let nii-chan be gentle with you, you won’t like the alternative.”
You weren’t sure if you could dislike anything your nii-chan did to you. But you trusted his judgment, biting into the pillow to refrain yourself from whining.
Finally, his hand dipped down between your checks for more than a quick brush over your lower lips. He let out a surprised moan when he let the tip of his pointer finger dip between your lips.
“Oh, baby, you are embarrassingly wet. Did sucking me off turn you on that much?” He laughed a bit, swirling his finger around in your wetness, eliciting quiet sighs from you. “I like making Issei-nii feel good,” you confessed, missing his content nodding.
“Yeah, you do. You’re the perfect little sister, aren’t you? My slutty little sister.”
He dipped a finger into your hole, making you arch your back, pressing up against his finger. He immediately removed it again.
“Look at that. You suck your nii-chan off one time and suddenly you think you deserve more than I decide to give you?” You whined in apology, forcing your ass back down.
“I’m sorry, Issei-nii.” He returned his finger back to your entrance and this time you were a good girl, not moving.
There was a slight squelching noise when he started slightly thrusting his finger in and out of you, enjoying the way you obviously had to hold yourself back from impatiently moving.
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Even though Issei’s fingers were thick, one of them was not nearly enough to quench your thirst. Especially when he was neglecting everything else apart from caressing your asscheeks with his other hand.
But apparently, your silent prayers were heard, since he gently started prodding at your hole with a second finger. You immediately felt much fuller, even if it wasn’t enough yet. If he could move a bit faster, or harder, the situation would change, but at the moment you were breathing into the pillow.
“Moan for me, baby. You shouldn’t move, but you can make me hear how good I’m making you feel.” He scissored his fingers a bit, promptly eliciting a moan from you.
“Can you move faster, nii-chan, please?” He allowed you to talk, right?
Apparently not, when he pulled his fingers out from your pussy, delivering a harsh slap onto your ass, making you flinch in surprise.
“I allow you to moan and you are already requesting stuff? Bratty little slut. Well, I’m going to give you something more.” He pushed you off his lap, roughly tugging you upright, pushing your leggings off of one leg, so you were straddling him again.
He took your face into his hand, squishing your cheeks together, smearing your essence all over them in the process.
The big dick of your nii-chan was already hard again and the second you wanted to gently rut against it, he lifted you a bit, aligning his cock with your entrance. Excitement filled every one of your pores at finally being one with your nii-chan.
That was until he slowly pressed into you.
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With the way your hole fought against his dick, there was no way you weren’t a virgin. The thought of being your first made him slow down for a second to contain his excitement. And he still didn’t want to hurt you too much.
He had wanted to prep you more, but you had decided to be a little brat. He worked his cockhead into your little cunt, groaning at the feeling of your wet insides engulfing him.
“Too big, nii-chan. Too much.” You were whimpering against him, tears streaming down your face once again.
“Remember, you decided to be a little brat and not let me stretch you properly first. So now take it like the slut you were trying to be.” He spanked your ass again before taking mercy on your shaking form and moving his fingers to your neglected clit, rubbing it gently.
Suddenly your whole body tensed up, a rough shiver moving through your whole body, legs twitching, mouth opened in a silent scream.
It took a couple of seconds for Issei to realize what was going on, but the erratic clenching of your pussy was, what gave you away. He was only inside you with the head of his dick and you had come.
Your cunt kept sucking him in, making him slip in a couple of centimeters further. He really had to hold himself back. You just looked so fuckable. He couldn’t believe you just came, without him really doing anything. Not that he had anything against that. You were just so fucking perfect.
“Fuck, baby.” With a deep growl, his hips thrust up a bit, sheathing him inside of your cunt halfway. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” A tired smile was on your face, happy at the praise, even though you weren’t really understanding what had just happened.
If he had known that you were so sensitive, he would have fucked you a long time ago.
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Issei gave you a small break to come down from your high before he started massaging your clit again, ready to elicit more of your beautiful moans from you.
And he was not disappointed.
Your mouth was dry from the continuous moaning he made you do, his skilled fingers making you relax more and more, making you forget the pain while you slid further down onto his cock.
You were already so full of your nii-chan’s cock. You couldn’t imagine anything more having space inside of you, but when you looked down you saw that there was still a bit left. And you were determined to take your nii-chan’s cock fully.
So, you kept sinking down more and more, until you were fully pressed against him, his dick completely inside of him. The proud smile on Issei-nii’s face made you forget about all of the pain as you blinked the tears out of your eyes, stretching yourself to connect your lips again.
It was only when he slowly thrust his hips up again, that you felt a bit of pain return, but not nearly as strong as before. On the contrary, the pain was kind of.. pleasurable?
You felt dirty at the thought, but your brain was emptied again when Issei-nii began to move normally, thrusting his cock in and out of your stretched cunt at a slow pace.
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He kept his eyes fixated on your face to see any signs of discomfort immediately. You were looking so hot. Your tongue was rolling out of your mouth, you were panting, and your eyes had a delirious sheen to them. You already looked so fucked out. And he hadn’t even really started.
He quickened his pace a bit, but still no signs of discomfort. Your moans got louder, and you tried meeting his thrusts with your hips. You really were perfect.
He moved you until your back was pressed onto the couch and hastily shoved a pillow under your ass. Now he could really let go.
Already the new position made you see stars. It felt like he was even deeper in you if that was even possible. He hooked your legs over his shoulder, leaning over you until your knees were pressed into your body. And then he started practically hammering into you, eliciting a loud scream of his name from you.
It took only a couple of thrusts until you were spasming around his cock again, but he couldn’t stop. He was in way too deep. He just had to ruin you now.
“Issei, Issei, nii-chan, I – I – fuck, please, please, more.” The words you were slurring had no context, you just didn’t want him to stop. You felt something good coming.
Issei wasn’t even thinking about possibly stopping. He was too enamored by your tight cunt sucking his cock in over and over again.
He felt his release approaching. But he wanted you to come one last time around his cock, so he squished his hand between your bodies, furiously rubbing at your clit, watching you lose yourself with a loud scream, your body twitching with the intensity of your orgasm, liquid spurting out of your abused cunt. It was the sight of your face and the feeling of you squirting that made him lose his composure, shooting his seed deep inside your cunt.
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You were breathless, slowly coming down from your high, while Issei-nii peppered your face with kisses. “You did so good, baby. So good. Perfect little baby. I love you so much.” The praise made your heart bloom, and you gave him a tired smile. “I love you too.”
You whined when he pulled his cock out of your abused hole, watching with fascination how his cum dribbled out of you, mixing with your fluids. He scooped the mixture up on two of his fingers, hovering them in front of your mouth, not waiting long until you had sucked them completely clean.
“Messy little girl, squirting all over me, ruining the couch.” You were too tired to pay any mind to his words, only continuing to suck his fingers every time he offered them to you.
He cleaned you up correctly after having you eat your cum, gently wiping you clean with a washcloth. He would have preferred to shower you, but you already seemed like you were going to pass out every second.
You felt his gentle hands around your abused cunt, removing the sticky feeling and sliding clean clothes onto your body before carrying you somewhere, probably his room, if you could go from the scent.
And in the back of your mind that was still conscious, you couldn’t help but be excited about everything the next few days had to offer.
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New Beginnings
Summary: Having broken off your engagement for an arranged marriage with Gojo, your relationship is in shreds. Will you be able to find peace in each other again?
Notes: Gojo Satoru is good-looking, all powerful and beyond good at his job. I’ve always wanted to explore something he struggles with
Gojo Satoru x reader
Multi-fandom Masterlist || HQ Masterlist || Ao3 version
Genre: ANGST AND PINING, exes to friends to ??, commitment issues lol (wc: 1.3k) tw: mention of blood, infedelity-ish
“Sensei, why are we heading to the infirmary?”
Right after Gojo Satoru arrived at the den Itadori Yuuji was staying, Kiyotaka burst in and whispered something in his ear. Gojo’s eyes widened and he immediately set off with Yuuji tailing him.
“What happened to her?” Gojo exclaims.
The three arrive at the infirmary to see you writhing in pain and screaming in agony. There is dark red blood on your side. Gojo looks like someone had been clawing nails at a chalkboard. He hates to see you like this.
Kiyotaka looks for a healer. Yuuji goes to hide. Gojo tries to undo your makeshift bandages. You’re in a blur of pain.
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The next thing you remember after your aborted mission is Gojo Satoru’s concerned eyes watching over you. You’re in the Jujutsu Tech infirmary. Your wound is still fresh as hell.
“She’s really beautiful, sensei.” Itadori Yuuji comments quietly from your bedside.
“She is.” Gojo agrees. Your eyes are closed, yet you sense his presence seated on a stool by your bed.
“Is she a former classmate?” Yuuji asks.
“Among other things. She used to be my fiancée too.”
Yuuji probably scrambles at his stance, “Your what????”
Gojo turns to him, “To be clear it wasn’t a love match. We were arranged to be married by our families by 21, but we broke it off.”
Whenever either of you say this, it always leaves more questions than answers.
Your eyes flicker open. You wince as you try to sit up. Gojo immediately reaches out to aid you. Your hands swat him away.
“Welcome back?” He cheekily greets.
You sniff and look the other way. Why did he have to work here?
Beside him is a young student with pink hair. He must be Yuuji.
“Go get her something to eat from the kitchens.” he tells his student, “Something gentle on the stomach and nutritious enough to get her strength back.”
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Seeing Gojo Satoru is a different kind of pain. You once thought you were to be married to this man. Because you knew it was your obligation to your family, you learned to love him.
You both enter Jujutsu Kaisen at 15, Gojo a year ahead. It was the most painful three years of your life. Gojo was a popular and inexorable flirt. His attention span for romances was short although he was never short on female attention.
He cared for you very much. He protected you, assured you and was one of your best friends, but you’ve come to accept that he could never love you romantically or be faithful. He just wasn’t interested.
It hurt you deeply of course. You had tried so hard to love him and he couldn’t do the same for you. Was something wrong with you? You felt deficient. You took the blame onto yourself.
When you were about to graduate, you decided to take matters into your own hands.
“Gojo, I’m going back home this Sunday, probably for the last time.” you approached him while he sat on a stone bench. He had just come back from a mission.
“Any reason it sounds so dramatic?’ he raised a brow.
“I’m breaking off our engagement to my clan leader.”
Gojo was so taken aback he didn't know how to react. His mouth hung open.
“You don’t love me and I don’t think you can.” you sighed, looking away.
Gojo fiddled with his hands, “I do, just not romantically.”
It bothered you that he loved you like family. How could you be married to him if he couldn't see you as more than a friend?
“I don’t know why you haven’t come up with this idea yourself honestly.” you frowned. You can feel yourself glaring more intensely than you had wanted to project.
A gentle gust of wind blew by, ruffling the hairs on your head.
“I have,” he quietly admitted, “But I was afraid you’d take it personally and I was trying to find a way to spare you the anguish.”
You shook your head and kicked a pebble, “There’s nothing you can do to spare me.”
“I’ll go with you. If you do this alone, your clan will exile you. Maybe if they see that it’s mutual maybe they’ll be kinder.” he resolved. The arranged marriage was important because it solidified an alliance between your families. Breaking it off meant you were essentially having your own insurgency against your clan.
But they weren’t kinder. You were still exiled. It was hardly a surprise. At least you were relieved of the prospects of loveless marriage.
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“Can you not watch me eat?” You weakly snap at him.
"I can see you’re still pissed at me.” he acknowledges saintly.
You angrily stuck your spoon on your porridge with all the strength you could muster
“Every time I see you I’m reminded of how I failed to make you love me,” your voice is peeling with emotion, “And how my clan kicked me out because of it.”
Gojo opens his mouth to talk, but nothing comes out. Instead he nods understandingly. He goes to grab you more water.
“Every time I see you hurt like this, it reminds me how I fail at protecting you too.” he murmurs, “I know we’re no longer engaged, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m supposed to keep you from harm.”
He talks with his back away from you, as if you could see through him even without his eyes.
“You didn’t fail at anything,” he continues, “Things couldn’t work out between us because of me. I’ve long since known that I’m not into romantic relationships—at least not in the long term, monogamous way that leads to a wedding and a family. But if I could…I promise…it would be with you.”
“Maybe in a different life.” He adds, reigning in his emotion.
Your face softens at his words. You reach out to hold his hand and he holds you tenderly.
“I didn’t mean to cause you the pain that I have.” he whispers, his voice hoarse.
Tears fall down your eyes. You’ve always carried the blame on yourself. Hearing that from him lifts imaginable weight from your chest. You didn’t realize how badly you needed his apology.
He reaches into his pocket for a handkerchief and wipes away your tears.
“We’ve wasted so many years lost in our own pain.” you mumble back, looking away from him.
“We were too young to deal with the cards that we have been dealt then.” he replies, “You should be kinder to our younger selves.”
He lightly squeezes your hand and for a moment you’re both silent.
“Yeah, I guess I should.” you said with a small smile, “I wish we could press a reset button to start over.”
You hear footsteps entering the infirmary. Itadori Yuuji sees the two of you, hands still entangled in each other. He tries to walk back as if not having seen you.
You both pull away. Strangely you don’t feel embarrassed at all.
“Yuuji, go get a wheelchair. We’re taking our guest for a walk. It’s a beautiful day today.” he instructs, eyes still locked at you. Yuuji nods, glad to be sent away.
He turns to you grinning, “That kid was stunned at how beautiful you are. He told me so on the way back. He only likes Jennifer Lawrence so I guess you’re at par with her.”
You both chuckle and laugh.
“I’ve always wanted to be mistaken for a celebrity.”
“You’re more badass in real life though.” he tilts his head.
“You didn’t need him to get a wheelchair. I can try to walk.” you insist, pushing against the bed rails.
Gojo stands to help you, “The doctor clearly said you need to save your strength. You can walk when we get to the garden.”
“I can’t believe we’re bickering already.” you roll your eyes.
Gojo snorts. You crack a smile. He helps you swing your legs down the bed. Today you start anew, an attempt to reshape how your relationship should’ve been. Today, you finally get some new beginnings.
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目送 ; oikawa tooru
「alt. title: five times oikawa didn’t look back and the one time he did」
↳ pairing: oikawa tooru x f!reader
↳ synopsis: you spend a lifetime watching him go, sometimes with your stomach tied in knots, sometimes with tears in your eyes, but always with love.
↳ genre(s): angst, fluff, basically an emotional rollercoaster, non-linear storyline
↳ warning(s): profanity, depiction of a panic attack, suggestive themes
↳ length: 5.4k words
↳ a/n: hq fam how we doing after 402 ?? LOL anyway this is my birthday gift to oikawa tooru: my sun, moon, and stars, second to none, yadda yadda. the title is taken from a book with the same name, in case you were wondering. please pay attention to the roman numerals ahead of each section!! enjoy!
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“This is the last call for Japan Airlines flight 717 to Buenos Aires, now boarding at gate number twelve. This is the last call…”
Goodbyes are hard when you know they’re forever. Or at least a while.
The clamour of Haneda airport dims to a faint buzz as the two of you continue standing with touching shoulders–– facing the jetliner instead of each other–– in futile hopes of delaying the inevitable.
Oikawa knows that you’re holding in your tears by the light tremors running through your body. Permitting himself to steal a look at your side profile, he notices the familiar tensing of your jaw and hard-set look in your red-rimmed eyes.
Tch. You said you wouldn’t cry.
Impulsively, he unzips his backpack and pulls out a familiar turquoise banner. It feels like just yesterday the team handed him the silk fabric with everyone’s farewell gifts wrapped inside.
Out-of-sequence memories of the Spring High qualifiers flash through your mind. The orange-haired Karasuno player’s spike ricochets off Oikawa’s forearms. The numbers on both sides of the scoreboard slowly inch up like they’re taking turns. Oikawa’s white knuckles against the metal basin. Red eyes. Heaving chest. Something soft against your skin. Rule the Court.
And just like the last time, he gently drapes it over your shoulders, brushing his fingers against your neck as he does so. God, how he wants to kiss you.
“But it’s yours,” you protest weakly, making no move to give it back.
“It won’t be for a while.” His voice cracks when he speaks. But it will be mine again when I come back for it.
He wants to kiss you. One last time.
He wants your mouth against his like absolution to a sinner because he knows that what he’s done to you, what he’s doing to you right now, is comparable to desecration. But he remembers the look on your face that night he broke the news to you. How your megawatt grin caved into a wince when the length of his contract with Club Athletico San Juan finally registered in your mind.
You swallow your feelings of betrayal. You knew what you were getting yourself into.
“Five years is an awfully long time to be apart,” you say after a while.
Oikawa bites his lip. He doesn’t have the heart to say that five was just the starting number. If he does well there, he’ll probably stay longer. He’ll probably do well there. “You don’t have to wait for me.”
Seconds drag into minutes. The cavity in his stomach festers as he waits for your response, but he has a feeling that he already knows your answer.
So instead, all he can do when your floodgates finally burst open is cup your face in his calloused palms and wipe away some of your tears before offering you his own watery smile.
Through your blurred vision, you watch as the boy in front of you steels his resolve and disappears from your life through the jet bridge, ignoring his heart as it begs for one last look over his shoulder.
Oikawa nods numbly when the old man sitting beside him asks if he’s leaving home for the first time. Home, he realises, isn’t anywhere with walls, isn’t an address, isn’t even a person. When someone says they want to go home, it’s not a space that they yearn for, but rather, a time.
He watches Japan grow smaller through the window and feels himself yearn for the time he still had your heart in his hands. It felt like he was holding the sun.
i.
You wouldn’t consider July 21st to be a special day. Nothing special happened earlier that morning when you woke up without your usual alarm. Nothing special happened when your friends texted you four simple words–– come to Azukihana beach!–– during breakfast. But (and this will come to you much, much later) something special happened when said friends left you to guard their things as they dashed to the supermarket for more snacks.
For now, it’s just July 21st, and you’re lying with your back against a towel on the first day of summer break, soaking in the sun, peacefully flipping through a book.
“DON’T FUCKING DO IT, YOU COLOSSAL PIECE OF SHIT!” The familiar voice tears through the beach. Was that Iwaizumi? You set the book down and sit up to check.
And suddenly, the yellow and blue volleyball that had been leisurely rolling your way halts perfectly before your toes. Behind it jogs a shirtless brunet you’ve definitely seen around school.
Oikawa Tooru stops right behind the runaway volleyball and peers at you through half-lidded eyes. “Sorry about that,” he says, flashing you a charming smile.
After casually picking up the ball with one hand, he flexes his abdominal muscles as he straightens back up. Chestnut irises attempt to discreetly sweep over your features but you catch his gaze in the act, quirking an unamused brow. You also catch the intrigued twitch of his lips that follow.
You’re not stupid. Despite having never met him, you know a lot about the Grand King (as many call him). He’s the constant subject of Iwaizumi’s ire and you’ve heard a lifetime’s complaints about him at joint-family luncheons.
But here’s what’s important: you know that he tears himself apart to be the player his team needs him to be, that he sometimes makes Iwaizumi wish he’d passed the Shiratorizawa entrance exam, and that he fiddles with hearts like origami and sets fire to those beautiful fragile trinkets right after.
And in the interest of self-defence (but against what the devil on your shoulder begs), you choose to not place your most prized possession on the table.
A simple “no worries” passes through your lips. You return to your book. A page turns.
Oikawa Tooru is dismissed.
Though your gaze is trained on the page, you can feel his presence at your feet for a few seconds longer. You wonder what his next move is. Much to your surprise, instead of trying to strike up another conversation, he simply lets out an airy hum and strolls back to the sand court where he came from without a second glance.
Iwaizumi wonders why Oikawa is smiling so victoriously after watching the whole ordeal, but your tan family friend has, unlike the calculating Grand King, failed to notice one important detail:
your book is upside down.
And, as if in a trance, your eyes have followed Oikawa all the way back to his sandy kingdom.
Once the sun has set, Iwaizumi checks his phone and notices a text he’d missed in the afternoon. It’s from Y/N. Unease digs itself in his chest when he realises it can’t possibly be for anything except…
hey what was that about?
This can’t be good. Thumbs rapidly typing a response, he races to quash any interest you may have budding in Oikawa. You… you’re good. Nice. Smart enough for UTokyo. A bit naive, but he’s been around your overbearing parents long enough to see it’s not entirely your fault. And even though you run in different circles at school, he feels obligated to protect you from monsters that hide beneath pretty surfaces. He’s known you since the two of you were in diapers.
just trash being what it is
Iwaizumi watches the three grey dots on your side appear, disappear, reappear, and disappear again. And that’s when he realises that he cannot help you. The villain in this arc of your story has already sunken his teeth in your tender, unsullied flesh.
trash?
He sighs.
oikawa
It isn’t a surprise to Iwaizumi when summer break ends and Oikawa’s chestnut eyes start hunting for someone in the cafeteria during lunch. He doesn’t raise a brow when he hears that the second-year captain has been sneaking into Class 7, sometimes with flowers in his hands, and strolling out with a dazed look on his face. He slaps his teammates out of shock when Oikawa mentions his troubles with pursuing some girl–– but not before slapping himself first. Because the Oikawa he knows is not a chaser.
“Her name’s Y/N,” the brunet says, suddenly realising that he has never introduced any of his temporary interests to the team. But it’s been well over two months and he’s starting to think he’s been friend-zoned. Or worse. “I think she hates me.” He laughs melodically, then cocks his head in contemplation. “Is it weird that I kinda like that?”
Iwaizumi hides a satisfied smile behind a sip of water. Oikawa’s revelation has cleared the unease your name brought to his chest. Just a little. Perhaps he’d misread you. You have a bite of your own.
iii.
It’s routine for Oikawa to slink into Class 7 with a dazzling grin during morning break, but he’ll sometimes show up with flowers instead just to remind you that his affections, along with his modus operandi–– haven’t changed since he first started visiting you in September.
The girls in your homeroom have grown used to seeing the six-foot-tall volleyball captain hovering around your desk like a butterfly. Most treat him as part of the scenery nowadays. To them, Oikawa Tooru is no longer the mysterious, out-of-reach deity the rest of the school still paints him to be.
So when he strolls into class on a chilly January afternoon with your name a tune on his lips, they leave him be. Recently, the ladies of Seijoh have focused their attentions on some fellow on the swim team, anyway. Oikawa doesn’t feel as upset as he thinks he should about his shrinking fan club, but when his gaze finds yours already steady, expectant, utterly adoring on him, he understands why.
“For the lady,” he says like he does every time. A cluster of yellow flowers wrapped in brown kraft paper plop onto your desk. He pulls a chair up to your side, purposely ignoring, again, how two certain grooves in the wooden floor keep growing deeper with his visits.
You remember the first time he started bringing you flowers.
A posy of pink flowers sits awkwardly on your desk, untouched.
“I tell you I’d rather take your serve to my face than attend the bunkasai with you and your response is to give me weeds?” you reply with your chin in the palm of your hands, amusement blossoming over your features.
“Stop being a tease, Y/N-chan, they’re flowers,” he huffs, crossing his arms on your desk. “And I know you want to take them. The florist even said I have immaculate taste.”
“Really? Then what do these mean?”
Oikawa falters.
“Hmm?”
“Pink camellias,” he finally says, carefully enunciating the flower's name, “means that you’re a fucking tease. And that you should come to the bunkasai with me.” You snort and tell him to quit volleyball and join comedy club, feeling a strange warmth in your chest when he laughs.
The two of you fall into the same rhythm as always, talking a little bit about this and that, throwing in witty remarks where they belong, never passing up the chance to make fun of each other’s little idiosyncrasies. He’s enraptured by the way you string words together to describe the story behind your class’s bunkasai performance and all the gears in your brain whirr when he explains the strategy he’s using against the team Seijoh’s playing later that day.
When the bell rings, he reluctantly drags his chair back to the desk he stole it from. Just before he slinks back out the door, though, you tell him with a stern gaze that the Ushiwaka from Shiratorizawa he just spent the break shit-talking doesn’t hold a candle to Seijoh’s Grand King.
It’s like you had just stepped under a new light. Oikawa pauses in front of the doorway, trying to decipher what it is that’s different about you. And suddenly, the roses in his cheeks are in full bloom. Delighted and puzzled at his own realisation, he turns around without a second glance your way and strides back to Class 5. Oh, man, he muses as he passes through the emptying corridor. Oh, man. Iwa-chan is going to love this.
Your phone buzzes later that evening.
seijoh v. shiratorizawa 1-2, the text reads, quickly followed by, GAH.
Your lips twitch, though it doesn’t reach your eyes. Tapping your fingers against your phone screen for a response that’ll cheer him up, you suddenly remember a phrase Oikawa said earlier that day. It drew a laugh from you when it came out his contorted face. He was obviously still hung up over with the words of the opposing team’s ace. Hopefully, it makes him feel something else coming from you.
you should’ve come to shiratorizawa, you send, grinning.
His response is immediate.
l m f A O
what flowers would you like at your funeral?
And then you’re reminded of his petalled gift on your desk, now comfortably sitting in a glass vase at your bedside. Pink camellias, he said? Curious, you open your laptop and type in the name for its meaning.
Longing, you remember, watching your boyfriend chatter about something–– probably aliens–– animatedly. The yellow flowers on your desk, you realise, are ones you’ve never seen before.
“Oikawa, what’s the name of these?” you suddenly ask. He stops in the middle of his sentence (he was definitely talking about aliens, by the way), and grins smugly.
“Jonquils,” he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “spelt J-O-N-Q-U-I-L-S, means that your boyfriend’s going to colonise Mars one day. And if you’re lucky, you can be the first queen of Mars. How ‘bout that?”
It doesn’t mean what he says it does, by the way.
ii.
Splashes of pink and orange have already settled into the blue sky above when you step onto the rooftop of Seijoh’s humanities building. Despite the breeze that has swept through the air, the flame of curiosity in your stomach burns just enough for you to turn a cheek to the cold.
Come to the rooftop at 6 PM.
It’s 5:59. Impatient, you study the note in your hand again. Maybe you’ll be able to glean something from the laconic letter this time.
Much to your irritation, no one had seen the author of this note. They had expertly placed the unsigned card on your desk with a single rose and Hershey’s chocolate kiss on top during lunch. Elegantly scrawled, their seven words have had your brain running circles all day around their identity. Could it be…? No–– he seemed completely normal earlier today. Still, you can’t shake your suspicions. They borderline hope.
Who else…
You inhale the cool air deeply and lean back against the rooftop railing, eyes burning a hole into the metal entrance. The door swings open with a high-pitched groan. Your breath catches in your throat.
… if not him?
Time briefly stops when Oikawa Tooru steps through the entrance, still in his volleyball uniform, sweaty from practice, cheeks the same colour as the setting sun. There’s an unusually tentative look on his face, though it’s immediately wiped off and replaced with the realisation that this is real when he sees you slightly slack-jawed, blinking once, twice, three times before letting out a breath.
“You look surprised. Expecting someone else to confess today?” he asks, crossing his arms in front of his uniformed chest. Despite how his features are contorted by his poorly hidden jealousy, you can’t help but feel a flood of blood rush through your veins, lighting every inch of your skin on fire.
Because whether he knows it or not, Oikawa, the Grand King of the Court, prettiest boy in all of Miyagi, has skipped the table and placed his heart straight into your hands.
“Of course not,” you retort. “I just didn’t think you’d… well, do something like this.” And I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Iwaizumi’s words still find their way into your mind sometimes. I didn’t want origami made from my heartstrings.
Oikawa’s demeanour changes and his eyes dart away from your face. Shoving his hands into his windbreaker’s pockets, he admits, “I’ve honestly never done something like this before.” A faint blush spreads across his cheeks.
“Really? You’ve never stepped foot in the fourteenth shrine of Sendai?” you tease, referring to how Seijoh students have claimed this very rooftop as one of the God of Love’s many temples. You both know he holds the school record for the number of visits to this rooftop. At this rate, he could be one of its caretakers.
“That’s not what I meant,” he replies with a scowl, though the awkward tension between you two dissipates. And it feels like the two of you are back at your desk in Class 7, snickering uncontrollably while throwing playful jabs at each other. Sensing the change in atmosphere, Oikawa finally steps forward to join you by the railing.
Humming softly, he rests his elbows on the metal bar, props his head up with his hands, and sets his gaze on the lowering sun.
It’d be unfair to say that you didn’t at least try to enjoy the moment of peace with the boy beside you. But there’s a burning question on your mind that you can’t put off asking any longer.
“Why me?” you finally blurt out. “You could have any girl in this school. What made you choose me?”
The brunet whips his head around, disbelief written all over his face. “You think I chose to chase after the most annoying girl in all of Miyagi?” He laughs. “Ridiculous. I’d never willingly put myself through that unnecessary angst.”
You scoff and cross your arms.
“I think that when you like someone, it’s harder to explain why,” he quickly adds. “‘Cause it’s not supposed to make sense. I bet that the inability to explain your feelings is a prerequisite for true feelings, actually. It’s logical to say that you’d date Person A because they’re smart, or Person B because they’re hot, or Person C because they’re rich. But I’m pretty sure that that’s not… that’s not falling for someone. When you fall for someone… you just do. No logic required. You weren’t an option I ultimately settled on, Y/N. One day I just woke up and thought, if not you, then no one else.”
A beat passes. A flurry of words floods through your brain, only to evaporate when the devil on your shoulder decides that words aren’t quite adequate for what you want Oikawa to hear.
So instead, your feet take you one step closer into his space. Impulsively, your fingers find their way to his nape and your eyes flutter shut and suddenly–– suddenly, your parted lips brush against Oikawa’s. Instantly, he deepens the kiss, soft lips surging against yours like a pulse under pressure. You barely register his arms snaking around your waist, tighter and tighter until the space between your bodies is completely closed off.
Breathless, you finally detach your lips from his. Oikawa, who still has you encircled in his arms, pouts at the loss of contact, though he sulky façade only lasts a second before it gives way to a grin that stretches from ear to ear. He looks magnificent. Cheeks red, lips flushed, chest heaving, eyes wide with excitement. You want to kiss him again.
“One more.” It’s as if he read your mind. “To celebrate that last one.”
When Oikawa finally detaches himself from your lips, it’s to respond to the buzzing in his pocket. Noticing your raised brows, he explains that it’s an alarm for practice. The Spring High Prelims are just around the corner and he doesn’t plan on graduating without never having taken his team to Nationals.
“That’s my cue,” he states with a warm–– read: not apologetic–– smile. He doesn’t grab your hand or look imploringly into your eyes in hopes that you understand, never mind that you just shared your first kiss, never mind that you just became his girlfriend.
If Oikawa’s looking for any sign of your objection, he won’t find any. Instead, you step out of his space with an acquiescent nod. You knew what you were getting yourself into.
“Play well,” you say softly.
But before he heads for the creaky rooftop door, he presses one last kiss to your lips. And then he turns around, whistling as he goes, leaving you beaming behind his back with the light of a thousand suns.
iv.
When Matsukawa hands you the turquoise “Rule the Court” banner after the team lunch with a shit-eating grin on his face, the only resistance you offer is a resigned sigh.
“I’ve been dating Oikawa since we were second years,” you say flatly.
“Sorry, Y/N-san, but it’s the team’s hazing ritual,” he replies, not appearing sorry at all. “And you’re the only one who hasn’t done it.” He jerks his head at the blonde girl standing a little farther from the group with Hanamaki. “Emiko-san did it at the last game.”
“Plus, it’s the Spring High qualifier semifinals!” Kindaichi adds. “It’s an even bigger deal for you to do it now, especially since you had to miss our games on the first two days for school.” The team murmurs in agreement.
You shudder at the thought of your impending distress. Sit in the front row of the cheer squad and raise the banner with a scream every time your boyfriend serves? Fleeing from the Sendai City Gymnasium back home in an expensive taxi suddenly becomes very appealing.
Seeing the expectant and hopeful looks on the rest of the team’s faces, however, you begrudgingly place the banner in your backpack, signalling your acceptance of the horrible, cringe-worthy tradition.
“Where is Oikawa-san?” Kindaichi asks, rotating his turnip-shaped head around rapidly. “He was just at the team lunch. Iwaizumi-san’s missing too…”
Kunimi shrugs, pulling out his copy of the team schedule. He starts herding the team towards one of the courts. “Our game against Karasuno starts about an hour, so we should start warm-ups in around fifteen minutes.”
Worry creeps up your spine. For the past few days, all Oikawa has talked about is this match against his bratty kouhai’s team. And in the past two weeks leading up to today, you haven’t been able to even catch a glimpse of his face outside of break or lunch. To suddenly go missing before warm-ups doesn’t seem like Oikawa. You’re about to ask the team if he’s ever done this before, but your phone starts ringing a familiar tune and the question is set aside.
“Iwai––”
“Third-floor bathroom by the orange pillar. Come alone. Don’t tell anyone. Emergency.” Through his harsh and abrupt tone, you pick up traces of fear.
“What––”
“It’s Oikawa.” The call is cut before you can ask any more questions. Heart suddenly racing, you tell the team that your mother just called with questions about your new smart blender and excuse yourself to “explain what the manufacturers mean by salsify”. No one sees you bolt towards the nearest set of staircases with Oikawa the only thought on your mind.
There are very few things in this world that scare you. Stray hairs in the bathroom, the dark, essays longer than three pages… but the terror that short-circuits your brain when you find your boyfriend in the bathroom–– knuckles white around the sink, chest heaving violently, frenzied pupils surrounded by broken blood vessels–– trumps any fear you’ve faced before.
Iwaizumi stands helplessly beside him.
“Is he having a panic attack?” you question, still unable to move your feet. You’ve never seen Oikawa like this before. He’s the Grand King who hums while he walks, who spams your phone’s camera roll with peace-signs and funny faces, who winks and flirts and teases without regard. But watching the long-deified setter crumble like a measly human before you, you realise that Oikawa is also the guy who tore his meniscus from overexertion, who trades sleep to study his opponents play, who works his body to the bone just to stay a hairline above a certain Karasuno setter.
“A scout for the Schweiden Adlers said that Kageyama will soon surpass Oikawa in skill.” Iwaizumi explains how they had overheard the conversation lowly in your ear. “I got us into this bathroom just before he completely lost it. 5-4-3-2-1 isn’t working. And he won’t listen to a word I say.” What’s 5-4-3-2-1? Well, if it isn’t working then don’t focus on that right now.
Your eyes dart to Oikawa’s quivering body again. “I don’t know how to pull someone out of a panic attack.”
“The goal is to ground him. So use physical touch, make him feel something with texture, and get him to talk,” he responds instantly. Mechanically. Like he’s all-too-familiar with this set of instructions. A heaviness grows in the pit of your stomach when you realise what that means for Oikawa. And yet, from that very dread sprouts strength.
Slowly, you tread over to Oikawa and place a hand on his arm. His muscles tense under your touch but when you murmur over and over that it’s “Y/N, your girlfriend, the most annoying girl in Miyagi”, his fingers loosen ever-so-slightly from the metal basin. He lets you lead him to the bench by the door. He lets you drape the Seijoh banner over his shoulders like it’s armour and wrap your arms around his waist. He lets you press your cheek to his sweat-drenched back.
Get him to talk.
“Remember that quote you showed me from that interview of yours? What was it again?” you question softly.
No response.
“If you’re going to hit it, hit it until it breaks,” you say into his ear.
Through the mirror, you see his eyes widen with recognition. In the brief moment of lucidity that washes over Oikawa’s glistening face, you repeat the original question again, followed by his own quote.
Again and again.
And Oikawa finally says back.
“If you’re going to hit it, hit it until it breaks.” Focus re-enters his gaze. He blinks as if just waking from a spell.
“That’s right,” you say as firmly as possible. “So don’t you dare break first, Tooru.”
An unreadable blend of emotions scrawls itself over his features. While Oikawa washes his face with cold water, you remember rumination and resolve but can’t decipher the rest, giving up anyway when Iwaizumi pushes open the bathroom door. When the light washes over Oikawa, his face shows no signs of the episode he just had. It’s just like how the sky moves on after a storm, how the sun beams to say, “I’m here now. The rain has gone.”
But sometimes it still rains in spite of the sun.
A sunshower. It sounds so beautiful. But it’s wonderfully sad.
The three of you wordlessly make your way to the court where the rest of Seijoh is likely getting ready to warm up. What are you supposed to say after that? What can you say?
Once the smell of air salonpas and sweat finally greets your nose, Oikawa slips the Seijoh banner off his back and hands it over to you. Guessing that’s your cue to leave, you tell him to play well like you always do before starting to head for the upper deck. Softly, Oikawa asks you to wait.
“Stay for warm-ups,” he adds. “Please.”
From your spot behind the Seijoh divider, you carefully watch for any signs of another breakdown. To your relief, he goes the entire half-hour without a single crack in his disposition, exchanging laidback grins with the team, bantering with Iwaizumi. At one point he even has the audacity to taunt the Karasuno setter Tobio-chan, as Oikawa often says with a sneer.
Sunshowers, Y/N. Sunshowers.
Just before the referees call for the teams to line up at their ends of the court, Oikawa jogs over to you, eyes folding into thin crescents when he smiles.
He pulls the Seijoh banner out from your hands and gingerly cloaks it around your shoulders. Oikawa presses a quick kiss to your lips and murmurs, “Thank you.” Something in face tells you that it’s supposed to mean more than gratitude. Before you can read more into it, he turns back around and jogs to the line where his team awaits. Oikawa grins ferally.
Knowing that your luminous eyes are fixed to his back like his own set of wings, the monster crows on the other side suddenly look more like humans.
vi.
Oikawa isn’t surprised that his text is still unopened. At twenty-seven years old, he’s had his fair share of dead-ends when it comes to love. But he hadn’t expected radio silence from you of all people.
After closing all the tabs of Team Japan’s latest matches, he powers off his laptop and checks his phone again to reread what he wrote to your old number one last time. Still nothing. It’s highly probable you’ve changed phone numbers at least once in the last nine years, but the disappointment’s still there after he powers his phone off for the night. Tomorrow’s a big day and he’s not the same victim of self-destruction he had been in high school.
Or so he thinks, realising that texting the last person he loved the night before the 2021 Olympics volleyball finals might have been slightly irresponsible on his part. A thought arises in his head, though he quickly quashes it. Asking Iwaizumi to pass the message along would be a little overboard, wouldn’t it? Oikawa chuckles, imagining he response he’d get from his best friend (and Team Japan’s team trainer, that traitor).
“Go the fuck to sleep or I’ll put you to sleep, you dumbass simp,” he hears in Iwaizumi’s gruff voice.
He convinces himself that you’ll be there like you’ve always been. After all, he’s spent a lifetime with your pair of watchful eyes on his back. Satisfied, he drifts into a dreamless sleep.
The volume in the Ariake Arena is astronomical. Blood pounds against his ears as he sets the ball in the air, a monstrous grin carving into his face when his teammate José spikes the set straight down the net, drawing a wave of oohs and aahs from spectators on both sides.
Iwaizumi rolls his eyes at the flashy Team Argentina setter and finishes taping up Ushijima’s arm.
Oikawa turns haughtily towards the opposite team, gaze zeroing in on Team Japan’s raven-haired setter and the shrimpy ginger beside him. It’s been a while since he last saw them this close in person–– the chance encounter with Hinata in Brazil happened well over three years ago and he hadn’t had the time earlier in the tournament to say hello. Of course they’re the final boss in this arc, he muses, though the thought is void of vexation. Instead, begrudging pride blossoms in his chest. Truthfully, he had expected nothing less from his kouhai.
And he expects nothing less than finally tasting the ambrosia of victory against that monster–– no, an entire generation of monsters–– today. Monsters who happen to be the kids he grew up beside.
He wonders what you’d say at the sight of Japan’s greatest players all gathered on one court. On instinct, his eyes dive into the bleachers, searching for your face. Knowing he’s not likely to find you like this, he tsks, deciding to look for Iwaizumi instead. Maybe he knows where you are.
The referees signal for both teams to line up at their ends of the court. As he steps onto the white boundary line, he notices Iwaizumi’s gaze transfixed on someone in the upper deck on Team Argentina’s side. The neutral expression on his face morphs into shock, then recognition. And then he glances at Oikawa.
The latter’s brows furrow before everything clicks in place.
Who else…
All your memories together hit him at full force–– your face shimmering with tears in front of gate twelve in Haneda Airport, the feeling of your shallow breaths against his neck, the savvy lilt to your voice as you speak.
… if not her?
For the first time in his life, Oikawa Tooru looks behind his shoulder.
And there you are, leaning against the railing with the old Seijoh flag draped over your shoulders, a tender, splendid smile on your lips.
“Play well,” you mouth.
And Oikawa feels the sun rise back into his hands.
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bag of bones
☞ levi ackerman x reader [ one-shot word count: 2.7k]
☞ sfw, angst angst angst, maybe a little suggestive, canon universe
☞ plot: ’mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight?’ levi finds solace in you, and you lose yourself in him. you both know very well that it hurts more than it is worth.
☞ inspired by bag of bones - mitski
☞ bag of bones
you know levi in the way you know his routines. he wakes up, he tries his best to clean up, he slaves away with the scouts. you know he is doing this even when he is away, whether the time between when you see him next is a day or a week or a month. he is stable in that sense.
you know levi in the way the thin skin beneath his eyes is always dark. sometimes a more intense darkness than others, but always dark. never fully rested, but always awake. in your sleep you feel him shift in your small mattress, hear him groan in frustration until you open your eyes and wrap your arms around him. he looks at you in feigned offence when you do this, but you know he is somewhat thankful in the way his muscles relax under your grasp. still taught and constantly ready for combat, but now attached to a man who has found at least a semblance of sleep.
mostly, you know levi in the way he leaves.
sometimes it is in the dead of the night, sometimes it is at the first sign of sunlight, sometimes it you lie awake in the morning and try to remember when he left and when your mattress started to get cold again.
“goodbye,” he always says lowly to you, whether you are awake or asleep or stuck stumbling in the stage between. he stays for a moment, just a mere second he always reassures himself, to watch your chest rise and fall, before he departs.
and when he sees you again, somehow always standing like a shadow made to fade, he speaks out a strained, “hey.”
you can tell that he is angry with himself for returning to you, that he looks at you with fiercely apologetic eyes and fists clenched at his sides and it’s only when you aren’t looking he finally lets himself settle.
(“how is everything?” you ask him without realising, folding away clothes and trying to swallow down your nerves at his visit.
“fine,” he practically grumbles. it’s always the same answer, but he always comes back so you think he doesn’t particularly mind it all that much. “and you?” he almost chokes out, staring at the floor like it could leap out and attack at any second. he looks like an outsider seated on your bed. he looks like an outsider always, he insists on never letting himself belong in front of your prying eyes.
“fine,” you say, smiling when he arches his brow at your almost mocking tone, “need to get some food for the week.”
“why haven’t you?” he practically cuts in.
“hm…oh, just busy.”
“you need to eat,” he insists, staring at you like you’re a child needing to be scolded.
“i know that,” you practically laugh, “i’ll do it tomorrow.”
but he’s already standing up, already pulling on his scouts cloak and readying himself to leave until you’re bounding over and grabbing his arm. you almost bite off the inside of your cheek in surprise at the sheer speed of levi’s head jerking towards you. your heart can only pound faster when you feel his arm relax under your grasp. it takes a few moments, a lingering glance exchanged between the two of you, but it relaxes nonetheless and you’re stuck holding his arm in the middle of the room and feeling his gaze burn into you.
“there’s– there’s no point in going now,” you choke out, trying not to stumble over your words with the way levi is scanning your face up and down over and over, “it’s too late.”
“i can get food from HQ,” he retorts curtly, but he still doesn’t make any effort to move his arm. you don’t want to read into it, especially when it comes to someone like levi, but you can’t help your stomach turning.
he nods his head towards you like he’s waiting for you to say something more, and you’re already blurting out a flurry of words, “don’t leave–”
he stares at you like you’re speaking gibberish, and you can hear the words catch at his throat.
“i mean,” you try to start again, “i don’t…want you to leave. i can go tomorrow.”
you finally catch your breath again when he slowly slinks his arm out of your grasp and seats himself back on your bed, looking up at you as if awaiting some kind of approval. your hands are twitchy and it’s getting hard to look at him. it always gets hard to look at him, like every time will be the last and you’ve used up all your other chances. but you always end up doing it regardless.
“okay,” he sounds out, practiced and effortless, “i’ll stay.”
you pretend not to notice his fists fidgeting at his sides, or how when the mattress dips as you take a seat next to him, the palm closest to you is already open when you reach to take it. )
levi is not the only one living with the regret of this arrangement. when you are alone, you stare at your ceiling and wish you had never met him. you wish you didn’t have to go by with this hollowness in your chest, slowly expanding to your stomach in the days that you do not see him and you don’t know where he is. if he is busy fighting, or if he is alone and dead.
you know levi is strong, but you are afraid to say that the dread of not seeing him again is stronger.
it is just as scary when he stands at your door and his presence fills you up again, because each time it makes you feel more whole. you know one day he may never return – he owes you nothing. and then what will you be? what will be left of you? will you be just another broken remnant that war has touched? will he remember you? will he be alive to remember?
(“you’re safe, right?” you whisper to levi through the hum of crickets outside. he grunts and turns towards you more. you know you didn’t wake him, you both know he has been mulling over thoughts for the past two hours.
“what are you talking about?” he responds, and you are thankful that in this moment he lets himself reach calloused fingertips towards the skin of your arm. you can feel the warmth radiating off of him, and it only makes you shift closer to him until your noses are practically bumping against each other.
“when you’re…fighting. you’re not trying to heroically die or anything?” you quietly say, and levi’s fingers mindlessly start tracing circles into the skin of your arm. if it were day, he wouldn’t dare touch you like this. he wouldn’t dare let himself. but his guard is down.
“i don’t have a death wish, if that’s what you’re implying,” he grumbles under his breath, but he still makes no effort to recoil from you. instead he takes a deep breath that fans your face with warmth. his eyes are barely open, but you can catch the reflection of the small sliver of the moon outside in his irises through his lashes.
“that’s not…” you try to start saying, the defensiveness ready to spill out of you, but levi’s hand has suddenly trailed its way up to the side of your neck and the way he watches it slowly brush over your skin is rendering you speechless. he looks tired. but still beautiful.
“i know what you mean,” levi is almost whispering. he doesn’t look at you while he says it. you’re somewhat grateful for it, somewhat grateful for the fact that he isn’t going to acknowledge the gaping truth between you. or at least not acknowledge it while looking straight at you.
“okay.”
he twists to lie on his back, but he still keeps his hand tucked underneath you and around your waist. does he know that you can tell that there are words teasing at the tip of his tongue? that with every laboured breath he takes you can almost hear them?
you prop yourself up on your elbow and look down at him, and this time when he does look at you, you have to try and keep your heart from falling out of you. he’s watching you, like he’s not even sure of what move you’re going to make next.
you’re not even sure of what move you’re going to make next until you’re already making it. until you’re leaning down down down until your lips just barely brush levi’s and your unsure if it’s your breath of his that you heard catch. you can feel levi’s hand behind you at your waist gently gripping the fabric of your night gown, you can feel his breath fan your cheeks as you both hover so close to each other, yet still unmoving.
and you can feel him pull you close and kiss you with enough intent to make you want to cry. )
you wish you had never been honest with him.
you wish you had let him use you in silence – that you hadn’t offered him fragments of who you are as a person to take or leave. that you hadn’t let him sit across from you at your small kitchen table and nurse a poorly-made cup of tea, that you hadn’t let him steal loaves of bread from HQ for you, that you hadn’t let the silence that you did end up sitting in be one of comfort. one that made him feel at home. one that made him feel like your home.
you wish just his presence wasn’t enough for you.
because now your house is bare and empty and cold, and you idly sit by day after day wondering where he is. wondering how you could ever be such a fool to think a man like that, a man like him, would think of you (practically a stranger, you want to remark. but every time you think the words you are reminded that he knows every inch of your body and of you and it just pulls you down deeper) as home.
you wish you had never let him feel safe enough to be honest with you, because now his words play in your head like a nightmare. like a twisted joke.
(“you don’t have to feel bad about this,” you mutter into levi’s ear on a night where it seems like he stops in the middle of every move to reel himself back in. levi’s eyes dart towards your figure laying next to him before they return to stare at the ceiling.
“not that easy,” he remarks cynically, but this time his hand doesn’t freeze when you pick it up slowly and clasp it in yours.
“how come?” you ask, shifting back into place.
and for a while, you almost let yourself believe that he’s gone to sleep when no response comes. but when it does, you wish he had just done that instead.
“i don’t want to get attached.”
you don’t look at him. his hand is still in yours and you swear now it’s him holding yours because it feels like you’re frozen in place.
“are you?” you ask in feigned nonchalance “attached?”
he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, like this conversation is an annoyance, like it’s such a ridiculous question to ask, and you contemplate pulling your hand away from his before you get too hurt to recover when he leaves.
“are you?” his voice cuts through you. so much so that you sit up on the bed and try to regain a sense of yourself. why are you putting yourself through this? you can feel his eyes searing through your back.
you hear him shift behind you, “i’ll leave.”
“you don’t have to,” you say, twisting around to face his figure in the dark. you don’t want him to. even if it puts a hole through you. levi pauses and watches you warily, like he’s waiting for you to say something that’ll fix this.
“i’ll leave–”
“this is going to hurt a lot, isn’t it?” you blurt out. levi stares at you like he’s been caught out. like you’ve gone off-script and now he can’t just furrow his brow and shake his head apologetically. instead, he rises from the bed and walks over to your side of the mattress, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead.
and when he looks at you like he’s trying to burn the memory of your face into his mind, you think of how much you don’t want him to leave. of how this empty bed will swallow you hole. but you say nothing and he starts to stand upright and head towards your bedroom door and you pray, wish, hope to all you know that he will come knocking at your door again. whether in a day, or a week, or a year.
your heart stops when you hear his voice again, and you watch his figure back into the room again to offer you his parting words.
“i think you’re right about that.” )
it feels like you’re dried up, that levi is still using up parts of you when he’s long gone. the next time you see him after that, you can feel it is the last. his hands grab at you like they’re trying to keep you in place, like you’re going to take off running at any moment.
he whispers your name into your ear like a mantra, and it makes you wish you had never told him it. in the night he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you and it feels like he’s getting ready to take all these parts of you with him.
and when he says goodbye to you, it is before the light of dawn has even crept in through your window and your hands are still tangled through black locks. you want to tell him you love him, you want to beg him to stay, you to believe that he will listen. but as you stand at your bedroom door with him, your throat feels like sandpaper and he won’t stop looking at you and it starts to feel like your own heart is trying to eat you alive.
what can you say? what can you do? beg him to use you up some more? insist that you are better than whatever war he is fighting?
he stares at you in the blue light of dawn, and you reach your fingers out to trace the darkness under his eyes. you know these eyes. you quietly pray for a time that you will stop.
“goodbye,” he says, voice hoarse and coated in sleep and hesitance.
he kisses your cheek and leaves.
you want to say that he leaves behind a heartbroken girl. that he leaves behind a former lover, someone who wishes him the best. but it feels like you are an aged well that is soon to be buried under the dirt, and the relief of watching him leave never comes, and the sickness of needing him to stay never subsides.
you think of his face in the night, when days go on, and you want to say that he has left behind someone who will now be for the better. but the truth is you never had any more to offer him, but you would still give him more. just a little more of yourself, even if eventually there is nothing left. even if now there feels as if there is nothing left but war and what has been tainted by it.
you know levi in the way you know his routines. you know levi in the way the thin skin beneath his eyes is always dark. you know levi as humanity’s strongest warrior.
and you never realised your bed had turned into a battlefield, because it seems even here he has left in his wake a bag of bones.
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BnHA Chapter 311: Hand Gun
Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “thinkin’ about dropping in some woke analogies of the very real and very presently relevant issue of racial profiling idk what do you guys think” and then shrugged and did it without waiting for an answer, and ngl it was a bit sudden, but I’m here for it. All Might was all “DEKU YOU NEED TO EAT” and Deku was all “OKAY” and took his hero bento and went to go stand dramatically on a tower in the rain whilst having some highly anticipated Vestige flashbacks. OFA II was all, “sup, I guess I’m not Kacchan... OR AM I,” and ngl I think he is?? Alternate universes anybody?? Hello??? But anyway, so OFA the First a.k.a. Yoichi was all “remember that time you guys rescued me from my evil brother and Two took my hand and we Had A Moment?”, and Two and Three were all “ahh yeah good times”, and it was very nice and very, very gay. The chapter ended with it being very unclear if Two and Three have actually lent their power to Deku yet or not lmao. Y’all need to get your shit together dudes.
Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “what if I gave a random bad guy a fucking tommy gun that shoots nails” and jesus christ calm down son. The Hawksquad, a.k.a. SQUAWK as per @hotchocolatier, are all “time to drive aimlessly around town acting like Deku has a restraining order on us because that’s literally the best plan to combat the League we could come up with,” and I have no further comment. Hawks is all “idk about you guys but I want to know more about AFO and Tomura’s whole deal” and I can’t remember the last time I identified so strongly with one of these characters. All Might is all, “[EXPLODES???]”, and the chapter ends with that mysterious hot girl from the Tartarus breakout being all “HELLO I CAN TURN INTO A GUN AND I LITERALLY DON’T GIVE A FUCK” and (1) WOW, and (2) IT’S TRUE, SHE CAN, AND SHE REALLY DOESN’T. GODDAMN.
(ETA: so this wholly escaped my notice on the first go, and also has nothing to do with the chapter itself, but I only just realized that this chapter was scanlated by a new group, TCB Scans. they actually did a very good job, and I’m curious if they’ve found a new RAW provider, because the quality this week is actually crazy good in comparison to what we’ve been dealing with for the past few months. I’m gonna have to get caught up on what exactly happened here lol.)
so what will it be this week? more Vestige antics? more of Sad Nomad Deku standing on buildings and pretending like he’s some cool aloof antihero, as if he could fool us when we all know his hero backpack is secretly stuffed full with his nerd diaries and the remnants of all the hero bentos that All Might keeps giving him?? or, just putting it out there, just a crazy thought, but you don’t suppose we might actually cut back to U.A.? mmm. side-eyes emoji
maaaaaan I’m starting to get tired of this trend of beginning chapters by dropping in on random power-tripping civilians and/or Shindou lol. just once can we get a chapter that opens with someone I actually give a fuck about
oh at least Endeavor is here
A WHAT SUPPORT ITEM!??! HOLY SHIT DDLKJSLFKJL
lol somehow that’s more terrifying than bullets for me?? like I’m fully aware that bullets will fuck you up way worse and that in real life nail guns probably don’t work like this AT ALL and only have a range of like... hold up let me just google... up to 100 to 150 m/s and distances of up to 500m wait WHAT
okay wait. hold up. like I was expecting google to tell me nail guns only shoot a few feet at most, and instead the first search result is some CDC blog article that’s “dispelling” the “””myth””” -- please note my repeated sarcastic quotation marks -- that nail guns can fire 1400 feet per second, by explaining that actually they can fire anywhere from 315 ft/sec to 1,295 ft/sec, and that “it is in the pneumatic nail gun user’s best interest to handle these tools as if they were a firearm despite having a lower velocity” dlkjdslkjflkl
SO THAT SCENE IN IRON MAN 3 WHERE TONY RAIDS A HOME DEPOT AND BUYS A BUNCH OF RANDOM TOOLS AND SHIT AND GOES ON TO STAGE A ONE-MAN INVASION OF AN INTERNATIONAL TERRORIST’S FLORIDA MANSION HQ IS ACTUALLY TRUE. YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT THE FILM “HOME ALONE” IS ACTUALLY A DOCUMENTARY. “the Discovery Channel television program “Mythbusters” compared the penetration capacity of an airborne projectile shot from a pneumatic framing nail gun to that of a 9mm hand gun” HELLO YES AND A MERRY “WHAT THE FUCK” TO YOU AS WELL
anyway, so. there’s apparently a reason why the Number One hero, who can burn people with the intensity of a sun going supernova, is hiding here behind this concrete support column making frowny faces. nope. nuh uh. he ain’t about that. I don’t blame you buddy
so now he’s barrel rolling out of his hiding place and setting this dude THE FUCK ON FIRE because HELL NO. BAD ENOUGH I HAD TO WATCH THAT FUCKING MUSHROOM EPISODE LAST WEEK! YOU TAKE THAT SHIT SOMEWHERE ELSE
LOL look at his face
I know the context is actually him being all “I know I’m responsible for basically everything that happened and so that’s why I’m so grim and serious about this mission to set things right piece by piece,” but in my mind this pissed-off face is 100% all because this dude tried to shoot his eye out with a nail gun. look at that. you made him go full flame face again. beard and all. protecting his face so that it can hopefully melt any stray nails that get too close. nope nope nope
good lord. so what’s up next. let me guess the guy fighting Best Jeanist has like an atomic chainsaw or some shit
lol nope we’re just cutting back to Hawks and Jeanist chilling in the Jesla after they’ve wrapped things up
Jeanist has got some serious Groot energy you guys jesus christ he’s like 12 feet tall
oh snap someone threw a pipe at him now
today is just the chapter of Endeavor being assaulted by random DIY tools I guess
I mean, I get why they’re pissed at him obviously; I would be too lol. but tbh I also don’t really understand the “get out of here we don’t want your help” attitude that all of these people suddenly seem to have?? like it if were me, I would be fucking DEMANDING for him and the other heroes to be working round the clock to fix their stupid mess. I mean who else is gonna do it?? it’s their mess, I sure don’t want to be the one to clean it up instead. anyways but whatever lol
oh shit?
so they haven’t dropped the whole “OFA secret potentially gets revealed to the world” thing yet after all. that makes sense I suppose, it did seem like that whole thing wound up playing out a bit too easily
anyway so yeah
the locals are definitely none too happy. well at least Dabi’s got something to be cheerful about I guess
so now we’re cutting to the interior of the Jesla and they’re chitchatting about the current investigation
oh wow this actually makes a bit of sense now. so there was a reason they were keeping their distance from Deku
please note that even in this abstract Endeavor’s-Mental-Image-Of-Him panel, Deku’s eyes still don’t have the light in them anymore :( my poor son
also ftr I still think using Deku as bait in this particular sense is the shittiest idea ever ngl. like sure, let’s let the sixteen-year-old run around battling miscellaneous escaped prison convicts while we stay several kilometers away ON PURPOSE despite the fact that you’re using him as bait to draw out the Big Bad, who just a reminder can destroy anything with a mere touch and who you were all basically helpless against. what exactly are you all planning to do if Tomura or one of the other League VIPs actually shows up to retrieve him?? are you even keeping tabs on him at all in real time?? jesus
(ETA: well that escalated quickly lol.)
Horikoshi is all of a sudden dropping whole pages of exposition here and I can’t be bothered to summarize this lol so just,
a big fat YES to what Jeanist said, though. that’s why imo they would have been better off laying a trap at U.A. rather than just wandering around out in the open. I assume they’re trying to cut their potential losses because U.A. is full of students (and civilians), but those students also happen to be more capable than pretty much anyone else in the manga at this point. and tbh they’re already in life-threatening danger regardless of how things play out from here on, so they might as well at least try to use the few advantages they have right now. U.A. is almost certainly going to come under siege at some point anyway, so they might as well prepare for it
lol I don’t think I’m explaining this very well because I don’t have the patience right now to break it down point by point like it really ought to be, so for now I’ll just say that imo “U.A. siege” stands a good chance of being the eventual endgame even now, and so this whole “Deku runs around being bait” arc is really just killing time until then lol. like and subscribe for more rambling nonsensical takes such as this. maybe next time I’ll even put it all into one single sentence for maximum meandering senior citizen rant value
well it’s nice that they’re finally talking about all of this I guess
we readers have known all of this for months now but this confirms the heroes are finally caught up. ALSO, Hawks is so fucking smart, as always. kinda wonder if things would have played out differently if All Might had let him in on the secret a bit earlier. probably that’s why Horikoshi made damn sure they didn’t find out until after the War arc lol
OH MY GOD YOOOOOO HAWKS OUT HERE ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS
“anyone else wondering why AFO bothered to raise Tomura as his fake heir for fifteen years when he was secretly planning on taking over his body the whole time” YES, [raises hand] lmao Hawks where the hell were you when I was debating this “AFO is the final villain and Tomura is just his pawn” thing on multiple occasions over the past several years lol
lmao seeing them debate the metaphysics of OFA and all of its mystical bullshit is seriously surreal you guys
JEANIST HAVE YOU CHECKED OUT MY META TAG I HAVE WRITTEN SO MANY ESSAYS. I ACTUALLY WAS PLANNING ON WRITING ANOTHER ESSAY ABOUT THE THING THAT I’M PRETTY SURE HAWKS IS ABOUT TO BRING UP, BUT I NEVER GOT AROUND TO IT WHOOPS, BUT MAYBE I WILL NOW LOL LET’S SEE HOW IT GOES
yes!!
WHICH AFO FUCKING ENSURED HE WOULD BE BY LITERALLY PLANNING OUT EVERY LAST DETAIL OF HIS FAMILY TRAGEDY, FROM SECRETLY GIVING TENKO THE QUIRK TO MAKING SURE NO CIVILIANS OR HEROES WOULD HELP HIM UNTIL AFO FINALLY STEPPED IN. I’M 1000% CONVINCED THIS IS THE CASE YOU GUYS. NOT JUST BECAUSE I’M NOT A FAN OF “THE WORLD IS A FUNDAMENTALLY SHITTY PLACE, ACTUALLY” TAKES BECAUSE MISTER ROGERS TOLD ME TO ALWAYS LOOK FOR THE HELPERS, BUT ALSO BECAUSE IT LITERALLY JUST DOESN’T MAKE A LICK OF SENSE OTHERWISE. THEIR ENTIRE HOUSE CAVED IN FFS, YOU’RE TELLING ME NONE OF THE NEIGHBORS FUCKING OVERHEARD THAT SHIT AND WENT “UMMMMMMMMM” AND WENT TO SEE WHAT WAS GOING ON?? “DIDN’T THERE USED TO BE A HOUSE HERE, AND LIKE A WHOLE FAMILY, AND SHIT?”
LIKE I’M SORRY, BUT IT’S ONE THING TO SAY IT’S REALISTIC THAT NOT A SINGLE PERSON WOULD ATTEMPT TO HELP THE WANDERING TRAUMATIZED CHILD AFTERWARDS (WHICH I DISAGREE WITH AS WELL BUT AT LEAST THAT’S MORE SUBJECTIVE), AND IT’S A WHOLE OTHER THING TO ARGUE THAT IT’S REALISTIC THAT NO ONE WOULD BE FUCKING NOSY. LIKE THAT’S A WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL OF “THAT’S NOT HOW ANY OF THIS WORKS” ENTIRELY LOL. anyway tl;dr AFO is a piece of shit and Tomura’s entire worldview is based on a magnificently intricate and savagely cruel lie more at 11
anyway so after all that ranting it looks like that wasn’t even what Hawks was talking about after all lol. I just went off for absolutely no reason lol oh well. instead it seems that Hawks is suggesting that Tomura’s carefully cultivated hatred might not yet have actually reached “can defeat OFA” levels even after all of that trauma. interesting!
don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here while my brain furiously scrambles to put together all the parallels between Hawks and Tomura that it never noticed before until exactly this second. like I’m not even sure that was the intent here at all (I need to check out another translation or two lol), but regardless my mind decided that now would be the perfect time to make the connection between these two twenty-somethings who both had horrific childhoods and spent years being molded by their respective manipulative guardians, and developed eerily similar “laugh at everything because what else can you do” coping mechanisms to deal with it all hmmmmm
anyway so they were talking more about their strategy, but now all of a sudden Jeanist’s phone is beeping??
AND NOW WE’RE CUTTING AWAY TO ALL MIGHT AND HIS MIGHTMOBILE DAMMIT so that means the call to Jeanist was actually something important then!! WAS IT BAKUGOU OMG. DOES YOUR INTERN WANT A WORD FFFKLFSJK please it’s been so long I just need a little crumb or two to tide me over lmao have mercy
anyway so All Might’s following the GPS tracking device he’s apparently got planted on Deku (which in my conspiracy headcanons he’s actually had for a long time now, like since before DvK2 lol because HOW ELSE WOULD HAVE HAVE KNOWN THAT THEY WERE FIGHTING EACH OTHER IN GROUND BETA, PEOPLE) and thinking angsty thoughts about Deku’s sucky life
AND NOW ALL MIGHT’S PHONE IS RINGING TOO?? BAKUGOU HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE YOU CALLING. “WHERE ARE YOU HIDING THE NERD GODDAMMIT”
OMG
lol is he under attack or is he just finally giving All Might the slip like we all know he SECRETLY PLANNED TO ALL ALONG oh my poor dumb angstmuffin
OMG AHHHHHHH WHAT
DID ALL MIGHT JUST FUCKING DIE LMAO NO OF COURSE NOT, BUT WHAT
WHAT IS HAPPENING OMG
THE FUCK IS THAT. AT LEAST IT’S NOT A NAIL
OH IT’S A SPEAKER!! OMG DID THEY TAKE ALL MIGHT HOSTAGE
“THEY’RE HERE” WELP, TIME TO SEE JUST HOW SHITTY THIS SHITTY PLAN REALLY IS LOL
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
SHE!!!!
omg. AND OVERHAUL JUST CHILLING THERE IN THE BACKGROUND ALL “WHAT DO YOU EVEN WANT ME TO DO I’VE GOT NO FUCKING ARMS” YEAH GOOD RIDDANCE LOL
DOES THIS GIRL HAVE ONE GIANT LEG OR WHAT, LIKE WHAT’S THE DEAL HERE
-- HOLD UP WAIT, THE GUN IS HER ARM, HOLY SHIT SHE CAN TURN INTO A GUN -- OKAY HOLD UP BECAUSE I NEED TO SAY THAT IN BIGGER TEXT BECAUSE !!!!
YOU GUYS, THE COOL TARTARUS GIRL IS BACK AND HER QUIRK IS “CAN TURN INTO A FUCKING GUN.” THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! MY BEST GIRL MT. GUN IS FINALLY BACK ON THE SCENE WITH HER QUIRK “CAN DO ANYTHING A GUN CAN DO.” “I HEARD Y’ALL WENT AND NAMED ONE OF YOUR HEROES ‘GUNHEAD’ EVEN THOUGH HIS HEAD ISN’T EVEN A GUN, LIKE WTF IS UP WITH THAT LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT’S DONE” DANG OKAY
lmao only fifteen pages this week, and STILL NO KACCHAN (THEN WHO WAS PHONE!!!), but man I don’t even care because finally we’ve got a cliffhanger that’s actually deserving of being a cliffhanger! hot dog. okay then
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Want You to Stay - Sugawara Koushi
My first HQ commission! Thank you so much to the lovely commissioner (who came up with the light-hearted and fun plot)! If you’re interested in commissioning me, please shoot me a dm!
Summary: You try to stay home and study for once, and succeed. However, when your crush shows up at your door it’s impossible to get anything done now. (This is a very soft and fun smut! There’s no dark or potentially triggering content in this, but as always read at your own risk since this is 18+ content).
Warnings: Daddy kink, fem! reader, oral (m. and f. receiving), vaginal sex, reader has breasts, (let me know if i missed anything!)
Word count: 3k
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You sigh looking at your phone, another invitation you have to reject. Texting your best friend back, you explain that between work and attending classes you haven’t had a spare minute to actually study for your impending finals. You drop your phone on the table, rubbing your temples with your thumbs to relieve some of the stress building up and threatening a major headache.
A few quiet buzzes come from your phone, but you don’t bother looking. Knowing your friend will just try to convince you to come out anyways and you’ll end up going like always. You need to use at least a tiny bit of self-restraint, and get some work done for once. Each time the phone screen lights up with a new message from here, you want to reach for it.
This is impossible. You can’t stay here and get anything done.
You leave your phone on the table, going to your bedroom to grab a few of your books from the bookshelf by your bed and sitting down at your desk to study. Without the distraction of your phone, you progress far into your business calculus book, but your eyes hurt, and you want o stop staring at the formulas you’re sure you’ll forget by the end of the week if you keep going.
Standing up and stretching, an unexpected knock at the door makes you jump. Instinctively you reach for your phone, remembering it’s at the dining room table in your kitchen. IF it’s your friend, she probably has been texting you dozens of messages, you think, and got tired of it and just showed up to drag you out.
Opening the door, you prepare your best scolding line. “I swear to god, if you’re here to convince-“
“Heeeyyy,” You’re shocked to see Koushi standing at your door, holding a large pizza box with two melon flavored sodas on top of the box. “Is now a bad time? I know it’s late, but I figured you could use some company…”
“Oh, no it’s fine…” you look away embarrassed that you yelled at him thinking it was your friend. “Come in, now is fine! I’ve just been trying to study a little.” He walks past you into your apartment, slipping his shoes off and setting the pizza and soda on the coffee table.
“I heard, that’s why I came by. I was sad you were going to be missing out on the house party, so I figured I would come keep you company.” He sits on the couch, slinging one arm around the back and making himself pleasantly at home.
“Y-you didn’t have to do that,” you try and hide the fact you are flattered he’s here.
Over the last year since you met him in an elective class you’d been paired to work together in, you’d fell deeper and deeper into this crush that blossomed all that time ago. He’s been over to your place on multi[le occasions but always with mutual friends or for a project and only really talked about the assignment. So, having him here now comfortable seated on your couch, you can’t help but feel overwhelmingly flustered.
Koushi smiles at you, “Of course I did! Can’t have my sweet little underclassmen all alone on a Saturday night.”
You turn around, thankful to have him staring at your back instead of the distressed look on your face as you grab two plates from the cabinet and let yourself calm down. He’s always been flirtatious with you, but he was with everyone else too, so you always told yourself it wasn’t particular affection for you. Handing him a plate you thank him for the pizza and he politely smiles.
“What have you been studying? Anything I can help with?” He breaks the silence that settled while eating together and watching an old rerun of a sitcom on the television.
“Oh, maybe? I know you’re not in the business department, but maybe…” you scurry off to your room and grab your textbook. You turn around, ready to head back but bump into Koushi’s chest, dropping the book. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”
His hands instinctively reach out to prevent you from falling, “it’s my fault. I thought you wanted me to follow you.” A pink flush covers his cheeks and nose, and you can’t help but smile up at him. He looks so much younger when he’s embarrassed, you realize.
“It’s okay, I should have…”
“Hey, before you continue… can I try something?”
“Sure, what is-“ before you finish Koushi’s lips are on yours, soft and desperately moving against yours.
You let him hold you close to him, settling your hands on his chest, gripping his shirt between your fingers and palm. His lips are so much more than you imagined them late at night when you couldn’t sleep, not nearly as inexperienced as you might have guessed. He’s slow and meticulous, moving against yours with ease and enticing you with each moment that passes.
He breaks the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting your lips until he lets go of you, the same blush now darker on his face. “I’m sorry-“
“Why? Don’t be.” You step back, sitting on your bed and hiding your face in your hands.
“Do you want me to go now, I’m sorry if I took advantage of you or –“
“Please stay,” you tell him. “I really, really, want you to stay Koushi.” You reach out, grabbing his hand and he squeezes it before sitting on the bed.
He pulls you into his side, stroking your hair and tilting your chin up to look at him. “I’ve wanted to do that since the day we met. I just never felt like it was the right time. I’m sorry I waited so long.”
“You don’t have to keep apologizing… I’m just happy you finally made the move.”
“Yeah?” He asks excitedly. “Want me to continue or do you really need to study tonight?”
“I think studying can wait,” you lean up kissing him and pulling him down onto you as your back hits the bed.
He shifts onto his elbows and knees, still holding your head and hair while kissing you. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip teasingly before he nibbles at it and you gasp, opening your mouth for him. He chuckles against your lips, slipping his tongue inside your mouth and massaging your tongue with his. He grinds against you, your loose t-shirt pushing up your stomach and his cold fingers dragging across your bare skin. You arch your back, body molding to his while he slips your shirt off.
“What a pretty little bra,” he teases, fingers playing with the lilac lace covering the curve of your breast. “Did you wear this for me?”
“Oh yes, I have the psychic ability to know you’d come confess your undying love for me and that I needed to be wearing this exact underwear set for you…” you giggle rolling your eyes.
“Set?” His eyes graze down your body to your dark leggings. “I guess I need to investigate a little more.” You hum in agreement watching him slowly pull your leggings off your legs and tossing them on the floor behind him.
“Oh look, you were telling the truth,” he says with a cunning grin.
Rubbing his fingers softly over your clothed cunt, he teases you by pressing down harder each time his rubs over your sensitive clit. You squirm each time he does so, squeezing the bedspread between your fingers and moaning softly.
“You’re so sensitive,” he comments, slipping his hand inside your panties and coating his fingers in your juices. “And so wet, princess.”
You mewl at his name for you, making you grind against his fingers as he chuckles. His finger slips inside with no resistance, curling at the end and making you groan deeply. The second goes in just as easy, making you feel full and already like you could cum any minute. However, as he forces a third finger into your tight cunt, your eyes are starting to water and the soft moans are much louder now.
“You’re so tight baby,” he praises getting down on his knees in front of the bed.
His tongue teases your clit while he slowly thrusts his fingers inside of you. Your hands go to his soft silver hair, holding his face against your needy pussy as he sucks on your clit. The sounds leaving your lips are nothing compared to the sloppily disguised hums as Koushi all but devours you.
“Koushi,” you whimper tired of his teasing. You’ve waited long enough. You’ll never admit it to him but there were too many nights over the last year where this exact scene ran through your brain while you tried your best to get off with your vibrator thinking of his cock inside of you.
“Use your words, pretty girl. Tell daddy what you want.”
Your face burns as the word falls from his lips. Daddy.
“Daddy,” you whine fucking yourself on his fingers while he chuckles. “I want you to fuck me. Really, really, fuck me!”
“Aw, do you want my cock baby?”
“Yes! Please daddy!” You beg looking up to him, your eyes wild and desperate.
“You have to be a good girl and cum for me first. I’m dying to taste you.” His lips reattach to your wet lips, his tongue making you moan loudly and gid your fingers back into his soft hair.
Your toes curl up, thighs squeezing his head between them as you feel your stomach twisting. You can’t get him any closer, you know that, but logic doesn’t apply now as you try desperately to bring him impossibly closer. As your eyes squeeze shut, a moan leaves your mouth erratically and you cum around Koushi’s fingers and on his mouth. His lips vibrate as he moans against your cunt, making your thighs twitch as your over-sensitive clit takes the brunt of it.
“Such a good girl,” he praises lifting his head up from your thighs, his face glistening with your release.
He stands up beside the bed, slipping his shirt and pants off. You can’t help but stare at him, tenting in his boxers, as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. Sitting up, your fingers softly stroke down the soft fabric over his cock. Koushi moans softly, closing his eyes and biting his lip.
Encouraged by his reaction, you pull his boxers down his thigh, taking his cock in your hand. As you stroke him once, he lets out another moan with his eyes squeezed shut. You giggle moving onto your stomach so you can easily take the head between your lips. Precum greets your tongue, and you moan against his head, making him shiver. Taking more of him in your mouth, you stroke the base knowing you can’t take all of him yet.
Each moan and little buck of his hips encourages you more, making you take more down your throat. He holds you down on him momentarily, making you gag but immediately letting you go and set the pace again. Your tongue circling the head always makes him tug your hair, the tingling from your scalp making your desire to have him fall apart at your touch overwhelming.
He responds so well, to every brush of your lips on his shaft to your tongue dragging down the bottom to the tip where he leaks precum. Every intake of breath strained, and you wonder if…
“Fuck!” He nearly yells, “do that again baby.” You’d giggle if your mouth wasn’t full of his length. You massage his balls in your hand again as you choke down as much of him as you can, making him moan and buck his hips forward. He must really like this.
“Baby,” he groans pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail in his hands. “Fuck, as much as I’d love to cum on your pretty face. I don’t think that’d be fair to you baby.”
You grin up at him, heart racing. Koushi is really going to fuck you. You’d say no a thousand times over to your friend all the other times you went out with her and others if this was meant to happen the first time you told her no. You sit up, watching as he slips out of his boxers, then pushes you back onto your back.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks, and you nod.
“Yes, I…” you stop yourself from word vomiting all over him. “Please daddy, I need you to fuck me.”
“Well,” he laughs, “if you insist.” He reaches down between your bodies, adjusting the head of his cock with your hole and thrusting inside with no resistance. “You’re still so wet baby,” he moans closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours.
You’re already whimpering as he slides in, your walls clinging to him for dear life. When he’s fully inside, thrusting a few shallow times to let you adjust, it’s already too much. You’re biting your tongue and squeezing your eyes shut. The first full thrust sends you over the edge again, you’re cumming around him with tears threatening to spill over.
You’re shocked by it as is he, moaning as your cunt clenches around him already with him barely doing anything. He strokes your hair with his right hand, using his left to hold him up while he adjusts your knees underneath him and around his shoulder.
“It’s okay baby, cum as much as you want tonight.” He coos in your ear, a hint of smugness in his tone. “You feel so fucking tight, I don’t want you to stop squeezing me like this.”
You’re embarrassed at first, but his words comfort you. Who could blame you, though? Really, it’s been too long pining after one person and only having your fingers and cheap sex toys to get by. After your first orgasm you’ve been desperate for more attention down there, and now having it so fully… you had to let go.
“Daddy…” you whine, your legs thrown over his shoulders and his hands holding you still by your hips.
It’s not exactly intimate, but it feels so good. Too good, you think. This could be addicting. His thrusts are swift, rebuilding that previous orgasm from the ground up. Letting your head fall to the side, mouth bobbing open and drool threatening to spill, you let your body relax and take everything he gives. Every push and pull against your cervix making you cry out and Koushi moan.
“You look so beautiful all fucked out like this,” he praises, leaning down and turning your chin up to look up at him.
His hazel eyes are focused on your face, savoring each wince and crinkle of your nose when he fucks deeper into you. You look so worn down and enthralled in the pleasure he’s giving you that he needs to be closer.
Stalling to sit up and release your legs from his shoulders, he lets you wrap them around his waist. As soon as his body melds to yours, he’s fucking into you rougher and kissing you. His tongue invading your mouth and sucking on your tongue you feel yourself tipping over again.
His taste. His touch. His tongue.
Everything.
It’s better than you ever imagined it, and your toes are curling and nails biting into his soft skin before you can even break away to tell him you’re going to cum again. He knows though, learning your little tells from the first too. The orgasm crashes through your body like a wave hitting a rocky shore. Your body tensing and relaxing until you are pliable mush underneath Koushi and he’s groaning in your ear as your cunt squeezes his orgasm from him.
“Fuck,” he’s repeating it into your ear, the cum leaking out from you already.
Pulling out, he jumps to his feet and scurries into your ensuite bathroom, dampening a washcloth and coming back into the room before you’ve collected yourself to clean you up. The washcloth makes you shiver, not from the temperature because it’s warm, but the sensitive skin still overstimulated .
“I’m sorry,” he says softly, finishing up and tossing it to your laundry basket.
“It’s okay,” you giggle as he pulls you into his arms.
Neither of you say much, listening to the sound of one another’s breathing and coming down together. He rubs circles onto the skin below your shoulder blades, making you shiver every so often. Each time, he squeezes you tighter than the last. Your face warms, as does your body, and you feel completely at peace.
“Koushi,” you inquire.
“Hmm?” His eyes are closed but they flutter open when you don’t respond immediately.
“Why didn’t you ever… you know… make a move before?”
He laughs, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Dunno really. Never found the right time, I suppose. There was always someone else around or I’d get nervous because you were always so focused on our projects that it felt inappropriate”
Giggling, you tell him the same story. It’s funny that you both were going through a similar experience without the other having a clue. You kiss him, his lips warm and soft against your own. It’s still baffling he’s here with you now, so vulnerable and open. You never expected your one-sided, well what you thought was one-sided, to develop into anything more. His body flush against yours, warm and feeling more like home than anywhere else in the last few years.
As you start to doze off on his chest, his soft voice wakes you.
“-----?”
“Hmm?”
“Didn’t you have homework?”
“Fuck.”
So much for staying home to study.
#commission work#hq!! smut#hq!! x reader#haikyu smut#haikyu x reader#sugawara koshi x reader#sugawara koushi smut#sugawara smut
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Reminiscence - Second Tempo
A/N: So! Second Tempo is a continuation of the First Tempo posted here. Just like the last, it’s part of the Haikyuu! HQ Server Collab; check out the rest of the work on the flaming smut pile.
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“Oi, it’s Ukai. Leave a message.”
“Oh, Keishin…”
Your body writhed against your fingers, phone pressed against your ear as another gasping moan ripped through you. The pads of your fingertips glided over your sensitive nub effortlessly as you grinned into the phone balanced between your shoulder and your ear. The game of cat and mouse had been going on for well over six months between yourself and Keishin; the ceaseless war of attrition had the teams and your students wondering who would break first. An international volleyball conference had you and the Karasuno girls’ team pulled away from Miyagi, from the handsome coach with those sharp, leering eyes.
“I know you’re away for training camp with the team…But I need you, Keishin.” Lust coated every syllable, each word dripping with desire as your fingers teased over your nipples and dripping folds. Another lascivious moan echoed into the receiver as you slipped a single dainty finger into your twitching hole. “I can’t seem to keep my hands off of myself…god, I wish it was your fingers slipping inside this tight, needy hole…” Sprawled out on your hotel room bed fresh from a shower, your wet hair plastered itself against your neck as you continued to rock into your own hand.
He invaded your thoughts; like intrusive kudzu he wrapped himself around your senses even halfway across the world. Did he know how you had ruined two pairs of panties at the last voicemail he sent you before the girls’ last match that day? Did he realize how desperate you were to be home? Could he hear it in your voice?
“Keishin,” you whined out, fingertip just brushing your g-spot. With a soft growl, you snatched your phone from your ear and put the device on speaker so you could angle yourself to reach deeper. With your body able to contort a little easier, the phone rested next to your flushing face against the pillowcase. Your body jolted into waves of pleasure as your legs tensed into your stroking. “Fuck, I can’t wait to come home, oh fuck, oh fuck, Keishin…”
The familiar stars dotted your vision as you bucked into your hand, clit rubbing fitfully into the meat of your delicate palm. You could almost see the flash of bleached-blond hair, the tanned skin stretched across those long, toned forearms. Painfully arching your wrist to drive your curling fingers into that familiar, soft spot you clenched tightly around your thin digits. You couldn’t fight the orgasm that threatened to overtake you quicker than anticipated. “Oh, fuck, Kei…Keishin!” Your words were gasping, breathless sounds, the same sounds he took pride in drawing out of you.
“It should be your cock I’m cumming on. Why isn’t it your cock, Keishin? Fuck, I…” Another cry left you trembling as you came around your fingers. The ecstacy you felt solo was a pale shade of what you had grown used to with the snarky coach. You whimpered into the phone and shifted the sheets around you, arms hopelessly searching for him in the stark white abyss of your hollow afterglow.
“I can’t wait to see you, Keishin…Until then,” you closed and hung up the phone. A small grin bloomed over your features as you came down from your brief high. The back and forth of phone tag and stolen video chats for the past week made you long for the thug-faced twenty-something coach fiercer than you could imagine. For the moment, the extra pillows in your bed would have to suffice as a sub-par substitute before you could nuzzle into the warmth and inhale the smoke and sweat from his skin again.
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It was a long day of drills and penalties for the Karasuno Boys’ Volleyball Club at the joint training camp with Fukurodani and Nekoma. The boys continued to run themselves full tort against the other two teams, trying to refine and rebuild their skills on the court. Keishin found himself getting frustrated with the lack of progress the team was making, even considering the upperclassmen were bordering on complacency. Daichi assured him they were trying their best and maybe it was time for their coach to take a break.
He ambled from the gym with a lazy kind of grace and fumbled for his cigarettes and phone from his pockets. His eyebrows shot up in surprise at the voicemail notification he saw across the screen. The tiniest of cocky grins stretched his mouth into a crooked curve as his thumb hovered over the play button. “Damn, must’ve just missed her,” he sighed, pressing play and holding the phone to his ear. The second your moan, your deliciously sinful voice graced his ears his face heated up and his ears flushed a deep red.
Your voice went straight to the growing tent in his sweats, an ache he would be sure you repay you for in kind when you returned. The wailing fit on the other end was audible to passers by as the flustered coach turned the volume down with thick, numb thumbs. A dark-haired Fukurodani student passed by, green eyes narrowed at the coach’s flustered appearance and wordlessly made his way into the gym, no doubt to start another four-on-four match with the boys of Karasuno. At the end of your message, Keishin leaned into the brick of the gym and finally lit his cigarette. He took a long drag, longer than he would have normally if it wasn’t for your scintillating voicemail. Once his heart slowed, his thumbs furiously typed out a reply.
K- You could have warned me, little girl.
Y- And ruin the surprise? You liked it. :)
K- Time and place.
Y- Is that all you have to say? :( This different timezone stuff is the worst, Keishin.
K- That’s something we can agree on. It’s just another day, right?
Y- I’ll be home the day after tomorrow. Closing ceremonies run until tomorrow afternoon, but flight leaves a day after.
K- Text me next time, little girl. And tell the girls to kick ass during their last exhibition match.
Y- Does it make you mad that my team’s doing better than yours, Mr. Big Bad Daddy Crow? >:D
K- Just wait, little girl. You haven’t earned your wings yet. We’ll see how much fight you have in you with my hand around that pretty neck of yours and your lips wrapped around my cock.
He chuckled darkly at the thought of your ruined face, chest heaving, gasping for oxygen as he held your lips against the hilt of his cock. He knew you well enough to know that your face would be about thirty shades redder than his was listening to your siren song after reading his message. God, you were never more beautiful to him than when you were sobbing out for release, begging for him to make you his. Fewer things kept him warmer at night when his wide palm wrapped around his cock than thoughts of you with that lewd, haunting passion playing in your eyes. When you didn’t reply, he shook his blond head and snuffed out his smoldering cigarette filter against the wall. Of course you’d have your fingers stuffing your cunt; it couldn’t compare to his touch. He adjusted his headband deftly and pocketed his phone again, only glancing down at his cock, half-mast for a moment before another distraction pulled him away from his thoughts. Two days were going to feel like an eternity. At least he had your voice in his pocket.
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You yawned as your girls took the court in their last match against the American team. The manager eyed you suspiciously as you blearily watched the game unfold. “Long night, Coach?” You nodded and hummed, rubbing your eyes. The boy stood a whole head taller than you, appraising your drowsy visage. “Must be hard being away from home.”
“Mmmhm. It’s easy to miss home from so far away.”
“I’m sure Coach Ukai feels the same way, Y/n.”
“Toshi!” Your tone was scandalized in your chiding as the younger boy stifled a chuckle. “We should be focusing on the girls. How do you think they’ll do today?” He smiled, pride swelling as he watched his team warm up. “It’s been a long week.”
“They’re tired, but they’ll push through. We’ve taken the W with less in the tank before.”
It was your turn to feel proud of your girls. It was true– their rise to the top, for the acknowledgement that came with the invite to a tourney on the international stage was huge, even if it was just an exhibition tourney. There was something about the game that kept you grounded despite the tumultuous turns of your life. It brought you back to those long-thought forgotten memories, brought you closer to your high-school crush. Part of you was glad you took on coaching the counterpoint to the boys’ club; it brought meaning to your career to that point.
“Michimiya! Remember, it’s supposed to be fun!” you called out to your team captain, Toshi nodding in agreement solemnly from the sidelines. Aihara, your ace nodded and gave a quick thumbs up before the ball went into play. Before the other team had a chance to receive the serve, your attention was pulled from the court to the vibrating phone in your tracksuit pocket. You had half a mind to silence it, leave it ignored and let it go to voicemail. Your attention should have been on your team, your girls, but…
You pulled the phone from your pocket and bit your lip at the sight of his name reading across the screen. You excused yourself from the sidelines and made your way to the hallway leading to the locker room, bringing the device to your ear.
“You were gonna keep me waiting, little girl? That’s no way to earn your wings,” his voice rasped out between hurried pants. “Oh, fuck…” Heat crept up your neck from your neat, white tracksuit jacket. Suddenly, everything was too hot. You worried your lip between your teeth and fought back a whimper as Keishin growled in your ear. You did some quick maths in your dazed state and gasped into your phone.
“You should be asleep, Keishin! It’s nearly two in the morning…”
“Couldn’t sleep, not when I had to get you back, naughty little girl. Did it feel good cumming on those fingers without me? Did it satisfy you knowing you were cumming without my permission? Was it worth it?”
“I…”
“Answer me, little girl,” he continued to groan, the sound of skin gliding across skin caressing your eardrums between his moans. You could practically feel his smug expression over the phone. The sinful breath on your ear had you wishing you could be there to watch, to touch him and run your fingers through his hair as he worked his cock in that large hand he loved to wrap around your blushing throat. “I’m waiting,” he teased.
“It can’t compare,” you whispered, striding with hurried steps into the locker room. His voice frayed at the edges and had you practically dripping down your thighs under your track pants. The power his voice had over your body was undeniable. “I couldn’t help myself. I…”
“Aw, poor little bird. At least you’re honest.”
You tried to swallow around the lump in your throat at the nickname, but struggled. Mouth dry and thighs coated in your slick, you struggled to find your way back to reason, to the here and now. Half a world away, you sunk to the locker room bench and let out a shuddering sigh at the sound of the other coach’s debauched moans. He was close, that much you could tell. How long had he been stroking that thick cock? Was he imagining your lips cradling his glans, your saliva dripping down his balls? Could he see you dragging his head along your lips and your eyes peering up at him through a fringe of dark lashes? How many times did he listen to your voicemail before he thought to call you and dish out a dose of your own medicine?
“Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me like I need you, little girl.”
“I…I want you,” you whimpered, balancing your phone between your shoulder and your ear. You fumbled with your track pants and slid them hastily to your knees, your practiced fingers rubbing yourself through your soaked cotton panties. “Oh, Keishin, I need you.” You bit back a soft moan, still tender from your activities from the night prior.
“That’s it, little bird. Don’t stifle yourself. Let me hear you. Where did that gorgeous voice go?”
“I…Keishin, I’m at the tournament,” you gasped, that sensitive nub twitching with arousal under your busy fingertips. He let out a surprised grunt and you swore you could feel him double over on himself.
“Fuck…fuck, Y/n, I never took you to be such an exhibitionist. My little bird’s getting brave on me, huh?” The sound of the door to the locker room opening made you freeze for a second before shuffling your pants back up your thighs.
“Coach? Coach, are you okay? The other team’s called a time-out. Did you want to do a swap?”
Toshi’s earnest voice echoed in the otherwise empty room as you struggled to get the words out without sounding like you were another second away from moaning like a porn star for the man on the other side of your call.
“Answer him, little bird. Don’t stop touching that clit for me. Let’s see you earn those wings…”
“Ah…yeah, have Watabe swap in. I…I need a minute. Must have been something I ate this morning.” Keishin grinned on the other end, still stroking himself languidly as he listened to you lie through your teeth to your team manager. When you heard him retreat back into the gym, you let out a shuddering sigh, your legs trembling around your hand.
“Such a good little bird. I’m close. You gonna come with me?”
You nodded as if he could see you, still focused on the sounds coming from your phone. His breath hitched as he choked on his moans, movement stilling on his end of the phone call. You gasped in tandem, fingertips slipping inside your waiting heat. He must have known you were close based on your breathing alone. He let you continue until he howled out his release, leaving you breathless at how completely beautiful he could sound coming undone at the thought of you.
“Please, please, Keishin,” you huffed out, sweat trickled down your neck as you ground yourself into your fingers, stretching against your slick, velveteen walls.
“Stop.”
“But-”
“I said stop, Y/n.”
“But…but Keishin…”
“Naughty little girls don’t get to cum when they’re bad. Mm, I’ll see you tomorrow. Good luck, Y/n,” he teased again before hanging up. You sat in silence, frustrated and slick with your own fluids. Aggravated, you pulled your pants up the rest of the way and stripped off your jacket. Approaching the sink, you patted cool water against your burning skin and stared yourself down in the mirror. So it was another challenge he wanted? You had him eating crow out of your beautifully manicured hands before and you could do it again. Your team wouldn’t be the only ones getting a win. A plan came together, neatly, quickly despite the lingering haze of lust. Spite and frustration cut through your need like a white hot razor, and all you could fixate on was the thrill of victory both on and off the court.
“Setters aren’t the only big brains on the court,” you mused to yourself as you reappeared on the court, hands buried deeply into your pockets. Toshi cast a sidelong glance in your direction, subtly taking in the hard set of your jaw and the color rising in your cheeks as you stared down the opposing team’s coach from across the gym. You grit your teeth, eyes dark with determination. If he wasn’t mistaken, he almost thought you were taking this game more seriously than just a simple exhibition match. Regardless of the reason, the team manager found himself grateful he wasn’t the object of your ire.
“Hit it ‘til it breaks, Sasaki!!”
Your yell rattled the team manager as it echoed through the gym over the roar of the crowd. The puddle in your panties only fueled your frustration the longer you dwelled on Keishin’s denial. You wanted to breathe smoke, to destroy something beautiful just to prove you could. “Stupid, big-brain setter,” you growled under your breath as your team took another point from the Americans.
“Coach, why do I get the feeling you aren’t talking about the other team?”
“C’mon, girls, you’re better conditioned than that!! Go for the kill!!”
“Yeah, you’re definitely not talking about the other team.”
The conference couldn’t be done soon enough, and the next two days were going to feel like the longest of their lives.
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Few things in life brought Keishin Ukai more solace than quiet mornings over a cup of coffee. The only thing that could have made it better was your groggy face smiling sleepily across the table at him. Sunlight bled through the kitchen blinds, staining everything in garish gold and yellow in the pale light. Hair loose, he carded his long fingers through his bedhead with casual grace and absently scrolled through his phone as the coffee continued to brew. It would be just a few hours before you would be home; he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited for your return. In the safety of his home, he could let some of that boyish glee bleed out as he searched through your old photos. As if he could forget your face, the sway of those devastating hips, or the way you’d catch your lower lip between your teeth when you were flustered. As much as he owned you, the power you held over him and his emotions was undeniable. From the moment you stepped foot on his court he was your willing captive.
He set his phone aside to pour himself his first of what would be many cups of coffee. He allowed himself a moment to bask in the heady aroma, dark and bitter before it hit his tongue. Relaxing in his seat a little more, he sighed through his nose. The chiming of a text alert pulled him from his brief reprieve.
Y- Good morning, Daddy Crow :D! We’ll be home in a few hours. I can’t wait to see you.
Keishin chuckled into his steaming mug and took a long sip. Wryly amused and even a little annoyed by your pet name for him, he typed out his reply unhurried.
K- We’ll see how tired you are when you get back. Ten hours and change is a long time to spend in the air.
Y- Don’t remind me. No idea what I’m going to do to stay occupied.
K- I can think of a few distractions.
He waited, watching the ellipsis flicker over the text banner for your reply, his heart rate picking up in anticipation. What fresh hell awaited him when you finally hit send? Vaguely he had an idea of how badly you wanted to get back at him for leaving you hanging during his last call, but you were too sweet, far too forgiving to want revenge.
Y- I’m sure you can. What do you have lined up for today?
K- Not a thing. Just waiting on you.
It wasn’t like you to not take his bait; he could practically feel the ice from your reply. Was it the distance? You were only gone for a week, but was it enough time for your relationship to cool? “Shit,” he muttered, rolling a cigarette between his fingers as he reread your reply another six times. “Guess she is mad…” He mused and fussed over your text before lighting the paper tip and taking a careless drag. The blue-gray haze hung around his kitchen like a comforting veil. He waited another moment before he saw you typing another response. He tore his gaze away from the device to ash his cigarette in an empty beer bottle he had sitting on the kitchen table; when he returned to it, the sight that met him had him melting in his chair.
Your delicate frame was seated on a sea of white, the barest hint of emerald lace curling in elegant patterns along the swell of your ass. Hair pulled to one side in effortless waves of jet, your bare back was on full display, tantalizing him with the gentle curve of your spine and adorable dimples framing your tailbone. Your face in profile, he could see the faint rose dusting your cheeks and nose, the dreamy sparkle playing in your eyes as you held your breasts away from view. He knew that far-away gaze all too well– it played behind your eyes when you would look at him, when you would think about his strong hands exploring your body. His eyes lingered on the definition of your thighs, all the while longing he could feel them squeezing his head as you trembled into his waiting mouth. It wasn’t the lewdest photo he’d ever seen, but it hit differently when it was you. His mouth went dry and he felt himself get lost in every detail, as if he could memorize every scar, every freckle if he stared long enough.
Y- Enjoy your distraction, Keishin.
When did you find the time to take photos? Was that the only one? Questions raced through his mind as he lingered on the picture, fingertip tracing along the swell of your hips. God, he was such a sucker for those wide hips and built thighs. He might have admired your drive and ability to keep up and run drills with your team, but he really wanted to see just how far he could push you until you broke.
“It’s just ten more hours. I can hold out for ten hours.”
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Six months together and it took a week apart for him to salivate over the smell of your perfume. All the distance, despite the frequent calls and text messages, only intensified his undeniable thirst. You were his meet-cute, the high school crush who got away. There would always be that part of him that wondered how he got so lucky crossing your path not once but twice in his lifetime. If he were a betting man, he’d probably put more stock in fate or soulmates after meeting you, but it wasn’t his style to be so sentimental.
Travel always took a lot out of you. Keishin caught you yawning on your way from the baggage claim, only aware enough to know where to step without tripping. Grinning like a fiend, he took his moment and pulled you into an empty lounge. Startled, you swung your first and jerked out of his hold, only stopping your thrashing when you caught the bemused twenty-something rubbing his stubbled jaw.
“Fucking hell, is that anyway to say hello, little girl?”
“Oh my god, Keishin!” Your hands flew to his face and he could have died a happy man on the spot. “I’m so sorry! You can’t just do that!” Your chest tightened at the rumbling chuckle that reverberated under your fingertips. “Keishin,” you sighed, holding his stubbled face in your thin hands. Studying the sharp planes of his face, your eyes practically sparkled with delight. He was here, real under your palms flashing that same cocksure grin that had you flustered since you first stepped up to challenge him on the court.
“You gonna keep staring at me or what, little bird? C’mon, let’s ge-!”
Rising to your toes, you pulled him to your lips and left him struggling to catch his breath, your perfume lingering after you withdrew and bounced away, tugging him along from the airport lobby. Head swimming, he followed, allowing you to lead him around until you remembered who drove and the simple fact that you had no idea where the car was. It was easy to forget you were an accomplished adult when you let your excitement take the wheel, but it brought Keishin closer to what might have been before you disappeared when you were still children. He never got the chance to watch you play back then, a regret he tucked away with the first night you murmured his name in your sleep. His single-minded ambition kept him from really seizing the chance to get to know you as a person instead of an idea back then.
Packed away in his well-loved sedan, you couldn’t help but fidget in the passenger seat, anxiously bouncing your foot below the dash. Unfazed, he reached over and placed a hand on your knee, halting the bouncing movement with a stern glance. Color bloomed in your cheeks at the gesture, body relaxing just enough under the warmth of his palm. Braver still, he slowly ran his fingertips along the line of your thigh, stopping just below the clothed apex of your leg. Keishin never took his eyes off the road, but he knew just where to brush to make your blood sing. He followed your movements, subtly tracking your reactions to his innocent caressing.
“Don’t get shy on me now, little bird.”
The bait was set, almost painfully obvious as you continued to squirm into his waiting palm. “I’m not shy. I’m..”
“You’re what? Use your words,” he smirked, dragging his knuckles against your sex. The motion was so casual you might have applauded him for his audacity if it hadn’t been a week since you felt him touch you. Muddled between your jet lag and the growing haze of lust ensnaring your senses, you fumbled over your words and whimpered something about thinking about how much you missed him. “That’s what I thought.” Whether it was the nonchalance or the gentle pressure he exerted on your core, you felt yourself slip closer into that familiar euphoric headspace. It was almost embarrassing how wrapped around his finger he had you; it wouldn’t be long before he’d have you wrapped around him literally as well.
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You wanted to scream, to gnash your teeth and beat something to a bloody pulp. At least you could take out your frustrations on the court. The girls took the day to strength train in the school’s weight room, leaving you to your own devices in the second gym. You could see his almost-apologetic face, the slight upturn of his lips when he sent you to work with a chaste peck on your hair.
“I just couldn’t bear to wake you…”
“Tch, likely story. Stupid, big-brain setter!” You hissed through your teeth and imagined it was his disembodied head you were spiking over the net with a satisfying crack. Your attentive team manager threw another ball and watched as you continued to fume.
“Are you trying to pop a ball, sensei?"
"Less talk, more throw, Toshi.” He shook his head and tossed another ball, only for you to bounce it off the floor twice to center yourself before your inevitable spike. Unsatisfied, you shook your ponytail and jogged to the opposite end of the gym to practice your jump serve. Toshi watched on, hanging his head as you sent another ball flying in his direction.
“Jesus Christ, Himewari!” he screeched, ducking out of the way.
You huffed in irritation, barely registering the clattering of gym doors opening. The ball rested daintily in your hand, your eyes narrowed with the smooth rubber leaving your palm before the inevitable punch. Keishin knew better than to leave the safety of the annex when you were serving, but he could watch you soar forever. Leaned against the cool wall, his headband gently digging into his scalp with his blond head resting into the drywall, he couldn’t help the crinkle of his eyes when your hand finally connected with the abused ball. Sweat glistened like diamond dust on your skin, the crop top you wore doing nothing to temper his wandering gaze. As you hung in the air, he hummed to himself, remembering Shimizu’s words when he first saw you serve.
“You really do have wings, little bird…”
When you landed and reached for another ball he made his presence known, his footsteps falling faintly over your light panting. This was how he liked you best, dark hair mussed and sweat dripping down the valley of your breasts. It was almost a shame, he thought to himself, that he wasn’t the one making you such a mess. He stopped just a few feet behind you only to catch the tail end of your cursing his name for leaving you high and dry on your return.
As if sensing the change in the atmosphere, like catching the faint scent of ozone on the wind before a squall, Toshi took his leave and escaped into the weight room, leaving you alone with the other coach. Caught mid-approach, Keishin wrapped his arms around your smaller frame and buried his nose into your ponytail. You froze at the sudden intrusion of your personal space and the ball fell from your waiting palm, its fall echoing through the empty gym.
“Thought I’d find you here,” he purred. Hackles raised, you pushed away from him and made a dash for your club jacket. Keishin used his height and longer legs to his advantage and followed close behind. If it was a chase you wanted, he’d give it to you. He let you sprint to the locker room, hand resting on the handle before he turned you by the shoulders and caged you against the wall between his arms. Looming over you, he smirked and licked his lips at the deepening flush creeping down your neck and across your collarbones. He smelled like tobacco and neroli, his cologne making your head spin. The smoke lingering on his breath had your thoughts racing– you were in high school again, fantasizing about being trapped in those arms with those sharp eyes drinking your timid expression so patiently.
“What’s the matter, little girl?” he started smugly. His pupils dilated, leaning his head in to bear down on you further. “Can’t rise to the challenge? Where’d all that fight go?” Keishin licked his teeth and breathed into your ear. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you,” he teased, running his nose along your hairline. Your breath hitched; how did he always know how to make you feel so small? The thought incited more anger, more fuel to the fire burning in your belly as you jerked your ear away from his hot breath.
“No, you don’t get to do that. I’m not going to let you win that easily, Keishin.” Your voice was low, almost dangerous. The animosity was one-sided, and the other coach snickered at your new-found boldness.
“I don’t think you get it, little bird,” he growled, wrapping a firm hand around your thin neck. “I’ve already won.” Swallowing hard, you worried your lower lip between your teeth, his favorite tell, and stared him in the eye. The predatory gleam made you weak in the knees– he knew it. He could feel you falter under his capable palm as he gave your neck a gentle squeeze.
Keishin loved seeing you like this– wrestling between reason and your desires, pinned beneath him with that fire burning behind your eyes as if to remind him that you only permitted his control because you knew how completely yours he really was. The nip of his teeth on your earlobe sent you reeling, swooning into his stubbled cheek.
“Please,” you whispered. “Not here.”
“No? You sure?” As if to capitalize on your wavering resolve, he raised a knee to rest just between your thighs, a silent dare to test him and see just how far he’d make you go. Instinctively, you ground your pelvis against his knee and shuddered at the delicious pressure on your core. He grinned against your cheek. “Because I think this is exactly where you want it.” Hips rocking, your anger slowly melted away as he continued to tease you, still pinning you to the door by the throat. “I think you like the idea of almost getting caught, little bird.” Your whimpers doused kerosine on the slow burning embers he stoked with his teasing.
“Keishin,” you gasped, his free hand trailing down your sticky body to pull your hip hard into his waiting erection, grip hard enough you were sure you’d have bruises by the time he was done. “We don’t-”
“Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you then.” Your thighs squeezed around his knee, cunt fluttering at the thought of your combined spend trickling down your thighs on the walk home. His grin was sinful, eyes sharp and hungry as you melted into his knee. He could feel your slick soaking through your shorts, the sensation earning a groan you just barely made out. “Mark you as my little crow inside and out,” he purred, long fingers feathering along the waistband of your shorts. “Yeah, I think you like that idea.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” You caught his gaze through your dark lashes, leaning into his hand and waiting hips as if to lay your own bait. Your own hands caught in his hair and pulled his headband down. How you loved running your fingers through those blond waves; you rolled your hips and gave his hair an experimental tug, earning a low groan in return. He surged forward and captured your lips, a fight for dominance to the end. Tongue tracing hungrily along the curl of your lips, he softened his hold on your neck and pulled you closer. Hand on your nape, he let out a hiss when you bit him, a flash of blood lingering on your lip in return with a satisfied grin.
“Oh, cocky now?” Keishin gave your shorts a shove over your generous hips. Anxiety and excitement bubbled in your chest as you squirmed against him. He was still hard muscle and sinew despite years away from the court, more than enough to handle you at your worst. “Let’s see you be cocky now, little bird.” His fingers glided along your sopping cunt, earning a sharp moan at the sudden brush along your neglected clit. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Fuck,” he breathed, too enraptured by your responsive body.
“Keishin, please,” you whimpered, clutching his shoulders as his deft fingers continued to tap and rub slow, agonizing circles around your glistening clit. “Please, please fill me…”
“How quickly your resolve falls apart, my little crow,” he purred into your hair, fingers now sliding into your drooling pussy. You bit back another moan, head arching back into the door as Keishin scissored his fingers against your already fluttering walls. “You’re fucking drenched.”
“Please, please…I need you. I need to feel you, Keishin.” Legs trembling, you rocked into his hand, keening at the pressure his hardened fingertips exerted on your g-spot. Even accidentally, he had a way of luring out the most beautifully debauched moans from you. He continued to work you open, trying to make up for a week without laying claim to you in the span of minutes. Keishin growled low, feeling himself get lost in your whining, in the warm squeeze of your welcoming cunt around his fingers, in how completely devoted he was to hearing you moan his name like that one more time. You heard the zip after you felt the lonesome ache of loss, only to be filled again to the hilt with a gasping cry. Keishin grit his teeth and leaned into your writhing frame, bracing himself against the door as you squeezed his cock from head to hilt like a velvet vice.
“W-wrap your leg around my hip,” he ordered shakily, peering at you through a curtain of soft gold. You did as instructed and felt him wrap his arm around your back, pulling you closer as he rocked into your heat with a moan of his own. “So fucking tight, Y/n…” Stars faded throughout your vision and left you feeling dazed. “So good,” he moaned, resting his forehead against yours to glance down where your bodies connected. You balanced on your toes, meeting his thrusts with your own.
“Keishin,” you cried in return, arching your back off the locker room door as your first climax claimed you. Keishin grit his teeth and fucked you through the first of many, angling his hips to drive his cock deeper still, earning a harsh shriek. “Keishin, don’t stop!”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he groaned, bottoming out with a stutter. “It’s like you were made for me.” You let out another cry, clinging to the coach as tears pricked your eyes. He rutted against your cervix with a pained grin, knowing the longer he pressured against that button the sooner you’d be begging to be filled and defiled. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he sighed, slowing as your walls clenched around his cock with the advent of another orgasm. You trembled helplessly against him, body practically weightless in his arms as he continued to prolong your pleasure if only to draw out his own.
When you came down, you brushed your nose along his and gazed at him through half-lidded eyes. Toes curling in your trainers at the devastating sight in front of you, you gave another keening cry and buried your face into his shoulder. “Y’know, for someone so worried about being caught you sure are loud.” He grinned into your hair and hammered his hips into yours, earning another loud wail in protest and in pleasure. Your nails caught the tanned skin of his back, a vicious trail of red left in their wake as he brought you to another peak. “That’s three…”
You bucked against him, fitfully chasing again after that same high only his cock could bring you. His name a prayer on your lips, he allowed you to take because you gave him so much in return. Every moan, every gush of your juices around his cock he took and devoured, knowing you wouldn’t be afraid to earn his end in return. “I can feel you twitching, Keishin. You’re close, Daddy Crow.” His hips stuttered as you whispered the pet name into his ear, holding you tightly as he bottomed out in your spasming cunt.
“Hard not to when you’re fucking milking me.” He’d never admit it, but he would stay buried inside you forever if you’d let him. Only the unsynchronized whisper of your breathing and the slick slap of skin on skin surrounded the two of you in the empty gym. Entangled with the other coach in the darkened hallway, you found his lips to muffle another moan when your attention was pulled away from your bliss by the slamming of the gym doors.
"Coach Himewari! We’re getting ready to go!” It was Michimiya your team captain. Her footfalls echoed softly, rubber tapping against the laminated wood. She paused for a moment when you didn’t answer. Keishin grinning sadistically against your lips, he held your hips flush against his, grinding his cock into that spot that frayed the edges of your vision and made your quiver around his girth. “Hm, I guess she already left…” the team captain mused before shuffling closer to the locker room door, only to quickly turn away at the opening of the door.
“Come on, Yui! Let’s just go! Toshi can catch us up later.” Grateful for Aihara pulling her friend’s focus, you bit down on your lip to keep quiet. Keishin redoubled his efforts, dragging his teeth along the hollow of your neck. Even muffled your moans were music to his degenerate ears. You stiffened against him with the sinking of his teeth into your neck, a stifled cry and final squeeze signaling your end. Keishin wasn’t too far behind, growling into your salt-slicked skin. The heavy doors clattered shut as he moaned out his release, the heat building in your core as he spasmed into your waiting womb.
“Fuck me, Keishin…” you breathed, half chuckling half panting. He held against you, comfortable in your combined heat as he peppered soothing kisses along your neck and into your hairline. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you like almost getting caught.”
He hissed, slowly withdrawing from your core and watched as his cum slowly started trickling from your pulsating hole down your sturdy thighs. He tucked himself back into his jeans and watched you languish against the wall for a moment, playful grin lighting his face. Deftly he collected the escaping seed and shoved it back into your abused cunt, earning a pained whimper before he pulled your panties and shorts back up to keep the rest from spilling. “Don’t waste it, little crow.” He wiggled his fingers along your lips and you greedily sucked them clean with wide, innocent eyes. Your combined taste coated your tongue, sweet and bitter all at once. “That’s my good girl,” he crooned, planting a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.
Your anger evaporated, you slumped against him, head resting comfortably into his chest. “I’m ready for a nap, daddy crow…” you whined. Blond hair slicked with swear, he carded those long fingers through and hoisted you up onto his shoulder, carrying you out of the gym with your mess ruining your panties and shorts.
“Oh no you don’t. As soon as we get home you’re making up for every voicemail and tantrum, Y/n.” It was going to be a long night.
#keishin ukai x reader#haikyuu hq#keishin ukai smut#tw: phonesex#tw: phone sex#tw: public sex#tw: publicsex#big daddy crow's getting some lovin'
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I haven't made a companions react in a while so here's a very self-indulgent one <3
Companions react: sole has misophonia
Cait:
Lets be honest she may not get it at first
May whine and complain a bit
But after seeing sole's discomfort from certain triggers she starts to be a little more sympathetic
Especially after sole helps her
If she catches sole getting worked up over a trigger in public she'll offer to leave, probably blaming the location ("it's too hot / busy / boring, lets go") and taking the blame off of them
Never mentions it too much, she just silently helps them
Codsworth:
Codsworth is ON IT
Has all sole's triggers memorized and keeps up with any new and changing ones
Will make excuses to leave situations of sole is too uncomfortable to say anything
Will also educate people who are closer to sole
Probably keeps headphones / earplugs / comfort items on hand
Not afraid to call people out for lack of manners
Curie:
Of course, she takes this as a chance to learn more about it
She obviously won't do things like purposefully trigger sole, but she'll ask a lot of question
Will gently ask sole if they want to leave a situation if she realizes they're being triggered
Will do breathing exercises with them if they get overwhelmed
Like Codsworth, won't hesitate to call people out for their lack of manners
Danse:
Great listener, right off the bat
He likes learning things and wants to help his teammates in any way possible
He may not understand it at first, though
There will be a few times he won't notice sole being triggered until they leave the room and/or snap at the person making the trigger
He pays close attention, however, and will catch on quickly
Mentally marks down quiet areas in public places he could take them to wind down
"I'll give you a minute to recompose yourself, soldier"
Deacon:
He may make a joke about it at first, but don't worry, he's paying attention
Doesn't talk about it too much, he's not into heart-to-hearts unless him and sole are close
Watches sole's triggers closely and memorizes all of them
Pulls some strings in the background, of course
If they get triggered by noises in HQ he'll make sure they never have to do work there
Might even set up a white noise machine there to drown out the quiet ambience
He'll pull sole out of a situation before the trigger even happens, preventing it altogether
Hancock:
"Hey, whatever you need. All you have to do is ask"
He won't ask too many questions unless him and sole are close
Goes along with whatever sole needs, very laid back
Will obviously ask if sole wants to self-medicate after being triggered
If not, he'll leave them alone or stay with them, depending on what they want
Will butt in on conversations to excuse sole if they seem overwhelmed
"Let's get some fresh air, hmm?"
Longfellow:
"Alright. Not the weirdest thing I've heard of"
Doesn't bring it up too much, lets sole deal with it on their own
Won't question if sole leaves during a conversation with others
He may follow them out after a few minutes
Offers to buy them drinks, or goes for a walk with them
Lets sole stay at his cabin if Far Harbor gets too overwhelming for them
Doesn't take offence if sole needs a break from being around him, or can't eat / sleep in the same room as him
Maccready:
"Alright... what do you want me to do with that information?"
Don't get me wrong, he's totally supportive
He just doesn't really know how to help... or what misophonia even is
If he notices sole getting agitated he'll awkwardly ask if they want to leave
"So... you wanna... get out of here?"
It comes more natural with time
He can and will glare at anyone making trigger noises and pull sole out of the situation
Nick:
Nick, of course, is a great listener
"Just tell me what you need"
He'll keep up with any new triggers and lend an ear if sole ever needs to vent
He may incorporate some things into his regular life, like choosing take-out instead of eating at the noodle stand, or making sure to smoke outside
Incredibly patient
Will follow sole if they leave a certain triggering place and sit with them outside
He'll tell them stories to get their mind off of any trigger sounds
Piper:
Similar to Danse, she may not notice sole getting triggered the first few times
Comments if sole ever has an outburst but quickly understands when she remembers they have miso
She'll try her hardest to keep track of their triggers
If she notices sole getting triggered in a conversation she'll loudly excuse both of them, no care for politeness
If eating is a trigger they'll sometimes eat at opposite ends of the room, throwing paper airplanes at each other to communicate
Quick to come to sole's defence if anyone makes fun of them or disregards their triggers
Preston:
He'll listen to anything sole wants to say without judgement
Wants to help in any way he can, and always asks how he can make a situation better
Makes accommodations around the settlements
Makes sure sole's bedroom is far away from potentially triggering sounds, tells others to be quiet around their door, etc.
He'll bring sole their dinner if they don't like eating with others
Goes on walks with sole at night when it's much quieter
X6-88:
Reads up on it immediately
Doesn't question it or complain while him and sole are doing work
It's part of sole, and it's his job to protect them. Plain and simple.
He will usher sole out of areas if he knows there will be a lot of trigger noises
Offers earplugs or white noise headphones to them during their downtime
"You should take a moment. I'll keep look out while you work on calming yourself."
#fallout 4#fallout 4 companions react#companions react#headcanon#cait#codsworth#curie#paladin danse#deacon#mayor hancock#old longfellow#robert joseph maccready#nick valentine#piper wright#preston garvey#x6 88#misophonia#fallout 4 companions
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Sunset
Character: Natasha x gn!Reader (please note I did write this with a female reader in mind, so I'm sorry if there are unintentional biases but there were no pronouns or indications of gender at all)
Note: soulmate AU where you can only see color when you look at your soulmate for the first time. i hate to admit it, but i did get this idea from tiktok.
Warnings: canon typical violence, angst, major character death, no happy ending
Word Count: 1,859
A/N: This is my first fic ever! I'm actually really proud of how it turned out and I hope you like it and stick around for more! :)
You had never seen your partner.
It was just protocol. The nature of the missions you two worked, it was safer if you couldn't identify each other.
You had been near her, of course, and heard her voice whispering to you in the train station or over the phone. But you had never once laid eyes on her.
You were an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, and one of Natasha Romanoff's most important and most trusted contacts.
Over the years of working together, you two had become the closest of friends. Fury had no idea that you two were that close, but what Fury didn't know couldn’t hurt him. If it was any pair of spies operating at your level, a close personal relationship would be a problem, but you two were the best in your field, and more than capable of handling it.
It had taken a while for the two of you to talk, really talk, the extent of your interactions being whispered conversations back to back on a set of park benches, or a flash drive set subtly on a table next to an untouched coffee, but one day, probably the best day of your life, you had asked the question and she had answered.
Every phone call with her, you would ask the same question before hanging up.
"How are you doing, Nat?"
And every time, without fail, you would receive the same, gruff, "Fine."
She clearly wasn't one to talk about the touchy-feely stuff. Which was fine by you, you didn't open up often either, most spies you met didn't, but you still gave her that chance, every time.
Until one day, much to your surprise, she responded, "Not great."
It wasn't much, but it was something different. It was an invitation to keep talking. Containing your excitement at the change in conversation, you kept your voice steady. "What's the matter?"
She sighed, the sound crackling faintly over her phone's mic. "I'm back in a place I haven't been in for a long time."
You had no way of knowing exactly where she was- S.H.I.E.L.D took plenty of precautions to be sure of that- but you could make an educated guess. The information you had passed along to her a few days ago had been about a weapons smuggler currently in Russia.
"You know what?" she said, "I don't really want to talk about it. I'll check in with you when the mission's over."
"Natasha, wait!"
Silence from the other line, but she was still on the call.
"Let's just talk. About something else. I think we could both use some casual conversation."
She let out a small chuckle. "Sure, why not? This is a burner phone and I've got time to kill."
It was a bit awkward at first, but you soon fell into a natural conversation. That night you talked about many things. Small things, like favorite foods, and big things, like plans for the future if you ever left S.H.I.E.L.D.
That's when you learned that she couldn't see color.
You weren’t surprised. You couldn’t see color either. It wasn't uncommon for S.H.I.E.L.D to hire people who hadn't met their soulmate. It was a lonely job, and soulmates were a liability.
It was a small moment in your conversation and you continued talking about all sorts of other things late into the night.
Unfortunately, though, all good things must come to an end.
"I'll have to talk to you later, Nat. I've got a big job tomorrow I need to get ready for."
"Goodnight Y/N, and thank you."
"Let's make a habit out of this, okay?"
"Gotcha, Agent."
You smiled and hung up the phone.
From then on, you always lingered on calls. Never quite as long as that first call, but the two of you were quickly becoming each other's closest confidantes.
Soon you began talking in real life, too. You never turned to face each other, never broke that boundary, but you relished the feeling of her shoulder brushing yours as you watched the pigeons in a park.
You called each other before and after every job to check in on each other. You had drop spots outside of Fury's radar where you left each other small gifts. Your life was lonely and cold, but she gave your days warmth and light.
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Around a year and a half after your initial conversation, you met in a smokey French cafe, sitting in nearby booths.
“Nat.”
“Agent.”
“Whaddya got for me?”
“No intel on the current mission, but I’ve got news from HQ. Fury’s pulling us from the field.”
You felt your blood run cold. Spywork was dangerous, but it was what you knew. You were good at it. If you were fired, you would be thrown into suburbia with a fake name and fake past- maybe even fake memories, if Fury deemed you untrustworthy- and you would live the rest of your days out in the rat race.
And worst of all, you would live out the rest of your days without Natasha.
“What did we do?” you asked her, putting a massive amount of concentration into keeping your voice from betraying your panic.
“We did good,” she said, a smile in her voice. “We’ve been selected for an elite team to protect the entire world. You and I, Barton, and if we can convince them, Tony Stark, Steve Rodgers, and Bruce Banner.”
“That gamma radiation guy? Do we even know where he disappeared to?”
“We never lost tabs on him.”
You let out a sigh of relief. “You scared me, Nat. I thought Fury had benched us.”
She laughed. “No, we’re still in the game for now. And when Fury gives the word, we’ll head back to New York and hang out like normal people for a change.”
“That would be nice,” you said, your voice quiet.
You heard her move around a bit, then swear. “I have to run," she said. "If I don’t make this drop Fury'll kill me.”
“I’ll talk to you later Nat,” you said. “Hopefully face to face.”
You waited for a response, but heard only silence. You turned and her booth was empty, like she had never been there.
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"Hey there, Agent," came her warm voice over the receiver. You couldn't help but smile, remembering how cold her voice had been when you had first been partnered together.
"Hey there, Black Widow," you said, using the alias that some younger agents had been whispering behind her back.
“Very funny,” she laughed, “but I’m no Tony Stark. I don’t need a fancy code name.”
“You never know,” you said, your voice still light and teasing. “We should probably both come up with some cool code names for that team Fury was talking about. I think Black Widow suits you.”
“Is that supposed to be an insult?”
“No, it means you’re badass. How did your drop go?”
“Good,” she said. “Pretty standard, didn’t run into any problems. How are things on your end?”
“Not bad. I’ve got one thing to finish up this evening, and then I should be good to go. I’ll meet you at the airport at around 5:45 tonight?”
“I’ll be waiting for you, Agent.”
“I’ll be there, Black Widow.”
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You snuck around the corner of the warehouse. It was supposed to be one guy. Take him out, take down the whole operation, but apparently, the whole operation was being run out of here. You glanced at your watch. 5:42. Shit. You were gonna miss your flight. A guard passed by, and you froze in place.
You thought he hadn't seen you, but suddenly the sound of his footsteps stopped, then became louder as he ran back towards you, brandishing a weapon. Ducking under him, you grabbed the gun and twisted it away from you, and knocked him over the head with your own pistol.
Suddenly, a loud sound blared over the intercom. Shit. He had sounded the alarm.
You grabbed his gun and made a break for it.
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Natasha glanced anxiously at her watch. 5:50.
She glanced around nervously. You hadn’t answered a single one of her calls. She picked up her phone and dialed Nick Fury’s number.
“Fury? Yeah, I know I’m supposed to be getting on a plane, but Y/N isn’t here. Yes, I tried calling. No, Y/N told me 5:45. A good agent is not late, and Y/N is the best agent I know. Where was the mission at? I’m going in. Fury! Tell me now or so help me God... Thank you, that wasn’t too hard, was it?”
She snapped her phone shut. You weren’t too far from where she was.
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Natasha pulled up to a worn down warehouse with boarded on one side with a forest. Truck after truck pulled away from the building, and she grimaced as she realized what had happened. This was not a simple job like you had thought. Whatever operation you had infiltrated was now fleeing after being busted, and they were likely on shoot to kill orders.
Suddenly she saw you figure limping towards the woods, and before she even knew she had moved, she was racing towards you.
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Pain tore through you.
Your abdomen was on fire. You had been shot before, but this hurt. You struggled to get to the cover of the woods. Suddenly a firm hand was on you back, arms were cradling you, and lowering you down to the ground.
“Shh, don’t move,” came Natasha’s voice. “They aren’t worried about finding us, they’re too busy running.”
You looked into her face, making eye contact with your long-time partner for the first time ever, and the world exploded in color.
The grass and trees became vibrant with life, and you turned to look at the new world around you. When you turned back to look at Natasha, her eyes were filled with wonder.
“You hair…” you said weakly, your voice trailing off.
“They tell me it’s red,” she said, her voice wavering.
“Red,” you said, relishing the word on your lips, the feeling of knowing what it meant. “Red is my favorite.”
She smiled, but tears trailed down her face. “Shh, don’t talk. Save your energy, we’ll get you somewhere where they can fix you.”
Ignoring her, you shook your head. "I'm not gonna make it."
You reached up your hand to touch her face. She grabbed your hand and pressed it against her cheek. “I’m glad it was you Nat. I love you.”
“I love you too, Y/N”
She pressed a gentle kiss against your lips and cradled you against her chest.
“Look at the sky, Nat,” you said. “It’s beautiful.”
The sun was setting, and the myriad of brilliant colors spread over the horizon.
"As far as ways to go out," you said, "it could have been worse."
Nat said nothing, only held you tighter
The two of you sat like that until Natasha saw the sunset fade to black and white and the tears blurred her vision.
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Thank you so much for reading! I really hope you liked it!
@love8loki here's one of the reader death stories I was talking about. thanks for your advice lol
#natasha romanoff x reader#black widow x reader#marvel imagine#x reader#soulmate au#natasha romanov x reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanov x you#gender neutral reader#major character death
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