#I started writing and I couldn't stop lol and I just had to post it

[fishyaudio]

Raz, who's been your favourite design you've made for your anthro au? I have a feeling it's Saint lol

Your feeling is not wrong, she's a favourite to draw!

But if I had to choose one, favourite design ever out of the ten, it would be the one for Shine (aka Monk, I really need to start using the names I gave them all for the AU here as well, gahh)

It's a surprising choice for me, because when it came to in-game depiction + popular fandom interpretations of Monk, I never really liked the guy (not disliked, just didn't think about the character a lot and found others more interesting). I don't usually dig the "peaceful, kind, happy" archetype characters in media in general, it's just not my thing, and most "fanmade character extensions" of Monk I've seen just expanded on that alone. It's not that they're anyhow wrong! They're just really not my thing and it always itches me to introduce more contrast or flavor in personalities of that sort. It's suprisingly hard to write a character who is mainly just really pure and avoids conflict, at least for me. Unhinged beasts with weird morals are sometimes just easier to grasp bwahaha

And with that, since it's "character design" and not just "design" - that initially made me feel like designing and creating the anthro AU equivalent for Monk would be a neccessary struggle and when I'm done, I won't ever pay much attention to a character I'd consider a bit more flat in comparison to what I had planned for others. But the longer I sketched, more "what ifs" came to mind and I ended up with Shine - still the younger sibling, just taller and bigger than the scrawny, troublemaking, older one. Took advantage of Share (Gourmand) being his parent, so he takes after him in size and personality a bit more. That opened a really fun path to explore with him.

I've decided to link his pacifist mentality and kindness not to being childish and bit unwise, but to idealism, stronger sense of justice and an overall aspiration to be reliable and responsible. He's still young and naive, but it doesn't come from being childish and having a "kill them with kindness, no other options allowed" mentality, but rather from being an inexperienced, future leader with a lot of potential. One that's often being very harsh on himself when his mistakes or faulty judgement causes a slip-up or a situation escalated in a way he couldn't predict. Sometimes, things just happen and there was no way to foresee the consequences or avoid confrontation, despite how hard everyone tried, and that's also a part of life - that's something Shine would struggle to accept. He's naive, but not dumb. Even with that - it doesn't stop him from being a very trustworthy and quick-thinking individual. I like that about him!

And this is also what's reflected in the design - he's on the taller side, with a more blocky build. Flowy, loose clothes both make him look really comfortable and chill, visually suggesting that he's more laid-back, not active, not used to fights and messy situations, while also pushing the silhouette to be a one, sturdy shape even more. That just yells "you can approach and trust this guy easily" by looks alone. From smaller details - he has the monk symbol in a visible place on his belt -> wants to signal to others that he's not a threat and is always willing to talk things out or settle for a compromise. He doesn't have much more accessories -> doesn't like showing off and isn't desperate for attention. The only striking, busy pattern he has on him is the striped sleeve to match his sib - he values Ways (Survivor) a lot!

From other designs for the AU - March, Ways and Steps (Spearmaster, Survivor and Rivulet) are also my favourites for various reasons, but this post is already a yap session. Maybe next time, if anyone's curious.

Thanks for the ask! Gave me an excuse to draw them more!!

AU tag here!

[aristaspark]

Why Brooklynn ending up with Darius feels so unsatisfactory from a writing standpoint : Darius' arc.

Chaos Theory Season 3: Part 9

Everyone seems surprised when I say that I think Kenlynn being endgame makes the most sense, but to me the fact that people want Brooklynn to end up with Darius is what is surprising. A big part of that (apart from my obvious love for Kenlynn), is because to me, from a writing standpoint, Darius and Brooklynn ending up together would be the worst pay off to what the writers have set up.

I'll try to explain it solely from a writing standpoint, as someone who loves writing, but OF COURSE it is biased, it will never not be.

To me, good writing is when characters get character devloppment, when their experiences teaches them something. The character starts with something they need to overcome, stuff happens and in the end, the experiences they go through changes them, hopefully for the better.

And with a story like jwct that was written all at once with a clear ending in mind (the writers have repeatedly stated how they had clear arcs for the characters and how the show was written all at once then divised into seasons), I don't see what we had in the 3 first seasons setting up dinostar ever getting together.

Take a look at Dinostar's story in jwct:

Darius and Brooklynn have been best friends for many years, with Brooklynn dating his adopted brother, which basically makes them in laws, which should make the very idea of a romantic relationship between them... disturbing, at the very least.

They've always been fusional, so close that even the fandom think they are "better" than Brooklynn and her boyfriend almost as if... Darius was entitled to end up with Brooklynn because of how good of a friend he is to her.

Then one day, boom, Brooklynn gets dumped, and suddenly Darius' feelings for Brooklynn change, until one day he accidentally spills the beans.

In this scene, Darius is the one who puts the burden of his feelings on Brooklynn. She was speaking of her relationship with Kenji, looking foward to receiving her best friend's support and advise, but instead she got his confession.

You can choose to think that she likes him, but you can't argue against the fact that his confession wasn't what she wanted from him in this moment.

And because she did not give Darius the answer he would have wanted, he didn't show up when she needed him to, and in the end she was the only one who suffered the consequences of Darius' feelings for her : he didn't show up, she was alone and unfocused in these woods, she lost her arm and was left traumatized.

Don't get me wrong, Darius emotionally suffered because of this decision, because Brooklynn died, but Brooklynn was the one who was directly impacted.

It happened to her.

Narratively speaking, Darius is in the wrong. Because she failed to respond to his feelings, he wasn't a friend to Brooklynn when she needed him to be, which was all she had ever asked of him. They always said they survived because they were together, but he chose not to be with her.

This moment he let his selfish feelings drive his actions is at the core of his story in jwct, it's what caused his creepling feeling of guilt as well as his entire conflict with Kenji, this is the moment that sparked his entire character arc.

The thing that sparked his arc was his incapability to take Brooklynn's rejection, it appears as the weakness he has to overcome to become the better version of himself.

Some might argue that the ending of season 3 was the end of that arc, that Darius finally showed up for her, that now everything is good and that they can be together. But this is not the end of the story, and "not showing up" wasn't the wrong he had to correct. Not showing up was merely the manifestation of his incapability to accept her rejection.

By showing up for Brooklynn this time around he only makes it up to her for the fact that he hadn't shown up the first time around, but it doesn't make up for the fact that SHE was the one who had suffered the consequences of HIS inability to take her rejection.

That's why I think the writers backtracking on her rejection would be cheap and wouldn't make sense. It would basically magically remove the very thing Darius has to learn to accept to grow as a person.

Think of it like that.

You're a parent at the mall and your child wants a toy, but you don't have enough money for it, you have to buy food. But the child throws a tantrum, he starts throwing things at you, you get hit in the eye, and he even hurts himself in the process. Now not only do you need to buy food, but you need to buy stuff to treat your eye, and you need to make him feel better on top of that. You eventually manage to calm him down, to make him understand that you can't buy him the toy and in the end he finally learns to accept it, he shows growth and helps you clean up his mess. And then in the end... instead of buying what you came here to buy, you use the money to buy the toy.

That would make the whole thing meaningless. Because in the end, the entire weight of his actions would have befallen on you.

You're the one who was wronged and in the end you're the one who ends up having to go back on your stance to catter to the child's entitled desire. The child wouldn't have learnt any lesson, because in the end he would have gotten what he wanted despite behaving badly. Sure, he made it up to you by helping you clean up afterwards, but it doesn't mean he should get the toy. On the contrary, him not getting the toy and learning to be okay with that would do him more good in the long run.

This is a stupid scenario purely made to demonstrate how unsatisfactory Brooklynn returning Darius' feelings would be on a writing level, and why I don't believe the writers wrote that because, duh, they're writers, not shippers. If Darius gets the girl, then the entire burden of his feelings would have befallen on Brooklynn and his arc would have led nowhere.

All that happened during the 3 seasons we have might as well have not happened since the very thing that sparked the story would be rendered insignificant if she was to return his feelings (actually nevermind, Darius abandonned Brooklynn based on something that wasn't even true, so her "death" could have been avoided had she told Darius her real feelings, too bad for HER. Oh, and even if she wasn't in love with him in this moment, she was always going to realize her feelings later, too bad for HER she hadn't realized them in this moment).

Not only does she get her arm eaten, but on top of that she is the one who would have to backtrack on her rejection, while Darius wouldn't suffer any direct consequence and magically get the thing he wanted in the end without the opportunity to come out of all this as a better person.

Now that's where Kenji enters into the mix, because they are 3 in that triangle.

I don't know if you noticed, but Darius had to make it up not only to Brooklynn, but also to Kenji. Without even thinking about it on a shipping basis but purely on a "Kenji is Darius' adopted brother" basis, the way Darius threw Kenji under the bus when he confessed was horrible, and the clear manifestation of another character flaw.

There must have been a reason the writers had Darius sound so immature and petty during his confession, a reason they had him belittle Kenji's bond with Brooklynn to make his bond with her seem more "legit". If they wanted Darius to end up with Brooklynn then why would they make his confession to her, this pivotal moment, about Kenji? All it does is tarnish it.

And we know Darius was wrong, Kenji didn't break up with Brook because of a lack of love, but because Brooklynn had pushed him to his limit. Darius was basically victim blaming Kenji, putting the blame of the break up on the supposed frivolity of Kenji's feelings rather than on Brooklynn's actions.

To me not only does he has to prove that he's willing to be a friend to Brooklynn even if she never returns her feelings, but he also has to prove that he has come to aknowledge that he was wrong about Kenji, which is why I'm so sure his redemption with the both of them will come with him doing his best to get Kenji to forgive Brooklynn and repair their relationship.

Bottom line is: Darius ending up with Brooklynn would be the contrary of character developpment.

[archaeren]

How I learned to write smarter, not harder

(aka, how to write when you're hella ADHD lol)

A reader commented on my current long fic asking how I write so well. I replied with an essay of my honestly pretty non-standard writing advice (that they probably didn't actually want lol) Now I'm gonna share it with you guys and hopefully there's a few of you out there who will benefit from my past mistakes and find some useful advice in here. XD Since I started doing this stuff, which are all pretty easy changes to absorb into your process if you want to try them, I now almost never get writer's block.

The text of the original reply is indented, and I've added some additional commentary to expand upon and clarify some of the concepts.

As for writing well, I usually attribute it to the fact that I spent roughly four years in my late teens/early 20s writing text roleplay with a friend for hours every single day. Aside from the constant practice that provided, having a live audience immediately reacting to everything I wrote made me think a lot about how to make as many sentences as possible have maximum impact so that I could get that kind of fun reaction. (Which is another reason why comments like yours are so valuable to fanfic writers! <3) The other factors that have improved my writing are thus: 1. Writing nonlinearly. I used to write a whole story in order, from the first sentence onward. If there was a part I was excited to write, I slogged through everything to get there, thinking that it would be my reward once I finished everything that led up to that. It never worked. XD It was miserable. By the time I got to the part I wanted to write, I had beaten the scene to death in my head imagining all the ways I could write it, and it a) no longer interested me and b) could not live up to my expectations because I couldn't remember all my ideas I'd had for writing it. The scene came out mediocre and so did everything leading up to it. Since then, I learned through working on VN writing (I co-own a game studio and we have some visual novels that I write for) that I don't have to write linearly. If I'm inspired to write a scene, I just write it immediately. It usually comes out pretty good even in a first draft! But then I also have it for if I get more ideas for that scene later, and I can just edit them in. The scenes come out MUCH stronger because of this. And you know what else I discovered? Those scenes I slogged through before weren't scenes I had no inspiration for, I just didn't have any inspiration for them in that moment! I can't tell you how many times there was a scene I had no interest in writing, and then a week later I'd get struck by the perfect inspiration for it! Those are scenes I would have done a very mediocre job on, and now they can be some of the most powerful scenes because I gave them time to marinate. Inspiration isn't always linear, so writing doesn't have to be either!

Some people are the type that joyfully write linearly. I have a friend like this--she picks up the characters and just continues playing out the next scene. Her story progresses through the entire day-by-day lives of the characters; it never timeskips more than a few hours. She started writing and posting just eight months ago, she's about an eighth of the way through her planned fic timeline, and the content she has so far posted to AO3 for it is already 450,000 words long. But most of us are normal humans. We're not, for the most part, wired to create linearly. We consume linearly, we experience linearly, so we assume we must also create linearly. But actually, a lot of us really suffer from trying to force ourselves to create this way, and we might not even realize it. If you're the kind of person who thinks you need to carrot-on-a-stick yourself into writing by saving the fun part for when you finally write everything that happens before it: Stop. You're probably not a linear writer. You're making yourself suffer for no reason and your writing is probably suffering for it. At least give nonlinear writing a try before you assume you can't write if you're not baiting or forcing yourself into it!! Remember: Writing is fun. You do this because it's fun, because it's your hobby. If you're miserable 80% of the time you're doing it, you're probably doing it wrong!

2. Rereading my own work. I used to hate reading my own work. I wouldn't even edit it usually. I would write it and slap it online and try not to look at it again. XD Writing nonlinearly forced me to start rereading because I needed to make sure scenes connected together naturally and it also made it easier to get into the headspace of the story to keep writing and fill in the blanks and get new inspiration. Doing this built the editing process into my writing process--I would read a scene to get back in the headspace, dislike what I had written, and just clean it up on the fly. I still never ever sit down to 'edit' my work. I just reread it to prep for writing and it ends up editing itself. Many many scenes in this fic I have read probably a dozen times or more! (And now, I can actually reread my own work for enjoyment!) Another thing I found from doing this that it became easy to see patterns and themes in my work and strengthen them. Foreshadowing became easy. Setting up for jokes or plot points became easy. I didn't have to plan out my story in advance or write an outline, because the scenes themselves because a sort of living outline on their own. (Yes, despite all the foreshadowing and recurring thematic elements and secret hidden meanings sprinkled throughout this story, it actually never had an outline or a plan for any of that. It's all a natural byproduct of writing nonlinearly and rereading.)

Unpopular writing opinion time: You don't need to make a detailed outline.

Some people thrive on having an outline and planning out every detail before they sit down to write. But I know for a lot of us, we don't know how to write an outline or how to use it once we've written it. The idea of making one is daunting, and the advice that it's the only way to write or beat writer's block is demoralizing. So let me explain how I approach "outlining" which isn't really outlining at all.

I write in a Notion table, where every scene is a separate table entry and the scene is written in the page inside that entry. I do this because it makes writing nonlinearly VASTLY more intuitive and straightforward than writing in a single document. (If you're familiar with Notion, this probably makes perfect sense to you. If you're not, imagine something a little like a more contained Google Sheets, but every row has a title cell that opens into a unique Google Doc when you click on it. And it's not as slow and clunky as the Google suite lol) (Edit from the future: I answered an ask with more explanation on how I use Notion for non-linear writing here.) When I sit down to begin a new fic idea, I make a quick entry in the table for every scene I already know I'll want or need, with the entries titled with a couple words or a sentence that describes what will be in that scene so I'll remember it later. Basically, it's the most absolute bare-bones skeleton of what I vaguely know will probably happen in the story.

Then I start writing, wherever I want in the list. As I write, ideas for new scenes and new connections and themes will emerge over time, and I'll just slot them in between the original entries wherever they naturally fit, rearranging as necessary, so that I won't forget about them later when I'm ready to write them. As an example, my current long fic started with a list of roughly 35 scenes that I knew I wanted or needed, for a fic that will probably be around 100k words (which I didn't know at the time haha). As of this writing, it has expanded to 129 scenes. And since I write them directly in the page entries for the table, the fic is actually its own outline, without any additional effort on my part. As I said in the comment reply--a living outline!

This also made it easier to let go of the notion that I had to write something exactly right the first time. (People always say you should do this, but how many of us do? It's harder than it sounds! I didn't want to commit to editing later! I didn't want to reread my work! XD) I know I'm going to edit it naturally anyway, so I can feel okay giving myself permission to just write it approximately right and I can fix it later. And what I found from that was that sometimes what I believed was kind of meh when I wrote it was actually totally fine when I read it later! Sometimes the internal critic is actually wrong. 3. Marinating in the headspace of the story. For the first two months I worked on [fic], I did not consume any media other than [fandom the fic is in]. I didn't watch, read, or play anything else. Not even mobile games. (And there wasn't really much fan content for [fandom] to consume either. Still isn't, really. XD) This basically forced me to treat writing my story as my only source of entertainment, and kept me from getting distracted or inspired to write other ideas and abandon this one.

As an aside, I don't think this is a necessary step for writing, but if you really want to be productive in a short burst, I do highly recommend going on a media consumption hiatus. Not forever, obviously! Consuming media is a valuable tool for new inspiration, and reading other's work (both good and bad, as long as you think critically to identify the differences!) is an invaluable resource for improving your writing.

When I write, I usually lay down, close my eyes, and play the scene I'm interested in writing in my head. I even take a ten-minute nap now and then during this process. (I find being in a state of partial drowsiness, but not outright sleepiness, makes writing easier and better. Sleep helps the brain process and make connections!) Then I roll over to the laptop next to me and type up whatever I felt like worked for the scene. This may mean I write half a sentence at a time between intervals of closed-eye-time XD

People always say if you're stuck, you need to outline.

What they actually mean by that (whether they realize it or not) is that if you're stuck, you need to brainstorm. You need to marinate. You don't need to plan what you're doing, you just need to give yourself time to think about it!

What's another framing for brainstorming for your fic? Fantasizing about it! Planning is work, but fantasizing isn't.

You're already fantasizing about it, right? That's why you're writing it. Just direct that effort toward the scenes you're trying to write next! Close your eyes, lay back, and fantasize what the characters do and how they react.

And then quickly note down your inspirations so you don't forget, haha.

And if a scene is so boring to you that even fantasizing about it sucks--it's probably a bad scene.

If it's boring to write, it's going to be boring to read. Ask yourself why you wanted that scene. Is it even necessary? Can you cut it? Can you replace it with a different scene that serves the same purpose but approaches the problem from a different angle? If you can't remove the troublesome scene, what can you change about it that would make it interesting or exciting for you to write?

And I can't write sitting up to save my damn life. It's like my brain just stops working if I have to sit in a chair and stare at a computer screen. I need to be able to lie down, even if I don't use it! Talking walks and swinging in a hammock are also fantastic places to get scene ideas worked out, because the rhythmic motion also helps our brain process. It's just a little harder to work on a laptop in those scenarios. XD

In conclusion: Writing nonlinearly is an amazing tool for kicking writer's block to the curb. There's almost always some scene you'll want to write. If there isn't, you need to re-read or marinate.

Or you need to use the bathroom, eat something, or sleep. XD Seriously, if you're that stuck, assess your current physical condition. You might just be unable to focus because you're uncomfortable and you haven't realized it yet.

Anyway! I hope that was helpful, or at least interesting! XD Sorry again for the text wall. (I think this is the longest comment reply I've ever written!)

And same to you guys on tumblr--I hope this was helpful or at least interesting. XD Reblogs appreciated if so! (Maybe it'll help someone else!)

[miyaz6ki]

Hear me out..Jealous!kinich x reader smut...also I love your writing style it makes me wanna explode🤭

──── bet you feel it now, baby

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. you didn't have to laugh that hard at his joke. it wasn't even that funny. he's better, it's fine, he'll just show you how much better he is.

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader, !!NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. posting wip list in a bit plus brief overview of 800 special fic (it'll probably be genshin/hsr :3)

۪ ⠀✧ warnings. possessive behavior (kinich), jalosi /j, kinda ass/pussy eating (see to it however you like, i used no real specific term, reader is blindfolded for some parts, jealous behavior, rough sex, sex itself, y'all get walked in on (be ready for this to be implied into more of my kinich works LOL), establish relationship

"ahhn- kinich i said 'm sorry.. pleasef- slow down!" your face in the pillows, your words muffled and long gone into the night. the black-haired man's raspy voice spoke from behind— your boyfriend, kinich, of course. "he wasn't all that entertaining, why laugh like how you do with me?"

it was torture to him, seeing how it went from an awkward laugh, a polite smile, to a more genuine appearance to the stupid guy that just had to come up to you while he was busy getting a little snack for ajaw— even ajaw wouldn't comment on how his face looked this time, keeping his own silence as he ate the delicious candy.

"fffuck- he was an old classmate i had at the akademiya- 'm sorry, i-i really am kin-!" he almost laughed at your words. classmate? doesn't mean you should be playfully hitting shoulder like that. or teasing him like that. it's all his, no one else should be able to have it.

you shuddered, what felt like cumming again for the umpteenth time in a row, he hadn't stopped pinning you against the wall, and making you see stars over and over again ever since you saw your "classmate".

"doesn't matter." he groans, finishing inside you once more, your eyes were blindfolded by his headwear, previously on his forehead. he carries you onto the mattress, laying you down a little roughly. "w- what are you doing?"

you shivered once more, feeling warm exhales near your entrance, his cheek resting suddenly on one of your thighs. "all mine, right?" the blunt tone present in his tone definitely made it out as if you couldn't tell him anything other than yes (because it was true). his lips start to scatter a plethora of glossy little kisses all over your thighs, the sensation of getting him to cover every inch of your legs felt like a fever dream.. was this really a punishment?

you could feel his other hand snake to one of yours, which was somewhere on the bed. holding it tight as he started to place wet pecks over your hole. "hhnnn.. kin stop- ... stop teasing me.." you felt yourself moan into his touch, your other hand reaching out for wherever his head was. your fist grabbing at his hair, almost trying to push him into you further.

you felt him groan into you, you could sense he was whipped for your taste. the way you moaned his name. his.. name. "ahh- ahhh fffuck!— kin it's all yours, i promise!" his hand left yours, and stopped lapping at your hole for a moment- you heard a small grunt, and two things landing on the floor.. was he taking his gloves off?!

you could feel him sitting you up with one of his other hands, arms setting you down onto his face, arms locking around your thighs. straddling you over his mouth, as he started to devour what was his. no other guy could do this to you, not without making you feel as good as he did.

shit and he definitely did, the way he made you feel wasn't like the stupid losers who'd try to hook up with you back in the akademiya. or tried to pick you up in the streets. they can't make you feel turned on as much as you did when kinich blindfolded your eyes with something he doesn't usually take off and hear his belt buckle start to come off- ahhh nothing was better!

oh you felt yourself almost creaming on his face just thinking about it. not to mention how good he worked his tongue into you, definitely tasting every little bit, every little nook & cranny his tongue could reach.

he made a small sound, looking up to see you slowly riding his face as is, trying to rub yourself near against his nose. his authorative hold was more than enough to stop you from moving again, one of his palms moving over your stomach to feel the way his tongue moved inside you.

his head busily buried itself more into your scent, glossing his tongue so carefully, making sure you feel it. you started to feel something pool in your stomach- ssshit you were gonna cum again! your hands trail back down to his hair, gripping it harshly again, him seeing signs that you're close, he fastens his pace, licking as much as he could, no longer concentrating on the taste, more on your facial expression.

"ahhn- kin i'm g'na-!" "mmm there it is, such a good kitty." were the words he moaned into your hole, as he gladly lapped up every inch of your delicious juice/cum.

as he placed a kiss onto your entrance once more, he places more than just one kiss onto your lips, making out with you for a bit. letting him taste what he's been tasting for the past hour, the shared, mix of both of your cum.

your lips finally parting from his, your eyes still shut close 'till you feel a fist of your hair being gripped, "not done yet." is all kinich whispers, his voice a little coarse as he continues to kiss you. "all.. yours," you feel him take your hand, putting it over his heart while you both pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva being created. "and all mine, please?" he points to where your heart is in your chest.

his blunt attitude could only make you laugh, planting a kiss onto his head, and nodding to an agreement. "mmm- yeah. all yours."

"you guys are reaaaaaaalll corny! you're lucky i like your partner this time!" ajaw butts in as you laugh, while kinich simply scoffs- looking the other way and burying his face into your chest.

not as cool as my other works, and it's more cringe if i keep looking back on it, cute request tho !!!!<3333

[pedroscurls]

forever, with you (one-shot)

summary: you tell joel how you really feel... during karaoke night at the tipsy bison. and to your surprise, he does the same.

pairing: jackson!joel x fem!reader content warning(s): EXPLICIT CONTENT (18+ ONLY, MDNI) established relationship, alcohol consumption, joel is singing y'all (i think that's the only way he knows how to express his emotions), joel lives!!!, grinding, heavy make-out session, groping and hair pulling (both from reader and joel), cowgirl, unprotected piv, creampie, dirty talk, no use of y/n. word count: 4k a/n: so sad that there's no more tlou and no more joel, so the only way to fix that is to write ;) anyway, i've been listening to a lot of country music lately and every time i do, joel's always on my mind lol. these two songs came on and this idea just couldn't leave my head. so please enjoy and if you like it, leave a comment - it really does make my day <3 (also the song in case you didn't know will forever be the song that reminds me of joel bc it just fits him so well.) fyi - this isn't proofread, just wrote this in like 2 hours and wanted to post it lol songs: how do i live by leann rimes | in case you didn't know by brett young

“When are you gonna sing for me?” you ask him, batting your eyelashes up at him as he’s leaning against the counter of the kitchen island with a mug of coffee. 

“I don’t sing,” he answers, bringing the mug to his lips. Joel moves his gaze to you and lets the corner of his lips lift upwards at the sight of you. He loved his mornings, especially since you had moved in. It was easier to fall asleep with you next to him and he loved waking up every morning with your body curled against his own. 

“Liar,” you pout. “Ellie told me that you wanted to be a singer when you were younger.” 

“Doesn’t mean that I can sing.” He sets his mug down and then moves an arm to wrap around your waist, pulling you between him and the kitchen island. Joel smiles when he feels your arms snake around his neck, lacing your fingers at the nape of his neck. 

“But you play guitar,” you answer. “You’ve got this whole cowboy vibe going on and—”

“Baby,” he chuckles. “Just because m’from Texas don’t make me a cowboy.” 

“Are you saying you don’t identify as a cowboy?” 

“Well, no, I ain’t sayin’ that.” 

“Ah, so you do think of yourself as a cowboy?” 

“Okay, enough of that,” Joel says, leaning down to press his lips along your neck. He hears you giggle quietly, wrapping your arms tighter around him. 

“There’s a song I heard the other day… Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” You grin mischievously. 

Joel pulls back to look down at you, eyes darkening at your implication. “Don’t start, baby. I gotta be on patrol in ten minutes.” 

“How about tonight then? Can you save me a ride?” You wink, moving a hand to cup his cheek. You brush the pad of your thumb across his facial hair, biting your lower lip. 

“Tease,” he growls. “I’ll save you a ride as long as we skip karaoke night.”

“No,” you shake your head. “We’re going to karaoke night and then I’ll ride you, cowboy. Sound like a deal?” 

Joel narrows his eyes and moves a hand down to squeeze your ass, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. “Fine, but I ain’t singin’.” 

You move your hands to his chest and grip the lapels of his jacket. You pull him flush against you. “Deal. Now, you gonna give me a kiss before you go or just grab my ass—”

“You are feisty this morning, baby.” Joel chuckles, leaning in to press his lips firmly against your own. He wastes no time in moving his lips with your own, feeling your fingers card through his hair. He lets out a low groan when he feels you tug on his lower lip, pulling away slowly to look down at you. “Okay, gonna have to stop or else I’m gonna miss my shift.” 

“Yes, sir,” you tease, gently pushing against his chest to give yourself some distance. “I’ll see you later, cowboy.” 

Joel nods, leaning back in to peck your lips. Neither of you had been able to say those three words—both afraid that admitting what you both already feel will somehow make things more difficult, more scary. You both had lost people that you loved and cared about, and neither of you can ever fathom losing each other. 

“See you, baby.”

Later that night, you’re leaning against Joel—laughter echoing the Tipsy Bison with other patrons. You’re both sitting at a table with Tommy and Maria, Ellie and Dina, and Benjamin sitting on his mother’s lap. Joel smiles to himself, keeping his arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders as he looks around—contentment and peace overcoming him. 

You’re nursing your second glass of wine and Joel stares down at you, getting lost in the sound of your laughter and the way your smile meets your eyes. He never thought he’d ever get another chance at this—at having a family—especially not in this world where it seemed to take everything from him. 

Joel leans in and presses a soft kiss to your temple and it causes you to look up at him with a smile that only seems to be reserved for him. His hand brushes along the back of your shoulder as you snuggle up close to him. 

“Hi, cowboy,” you whisper. 

“Hey, baby. You havin’ fun?”

You nod, moving your hands to rest over his lap. “I’m gonna sing.”

“You’re what?” 

“Alright, who’s next?!” Someone exclaims, holding the microphone in the air. Joel looks down at you, eyes slightly wide and his head shaking already. You stand up and raise your arm in the air, grinning down at Joel who looks visibly shocked and concerned. 

“Baby, what are you doin’?”

“I told you—I’m gonna sing.” You walk over to the front stage and take the microphone, swaying slightly on your feet as you point at Joel. “This song… It’s dedicated to my man over there.” 

The entire table hollers and cheers, causing Joel’s cheek to heat up as he clears his throat uncomfortably. Everyone’s looking at him now, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. My man—a sense of pride pools in the pit of his stomach as you announce to possibly the entire town who you belong to and the corner of his lips lift upwards. 

Tommy and Ellie look over in his direction, grinning to themselves at the look on Joel’s face. He shifts in his seat when the music starts to play—How Do I Live by LeAnn Rimes—he knows that song anywhere and he feels his breath catch in his throat. He doesn’t know if you can sing, but that doesn’t matter. The words of the song—the meaning behind it—shakes him and has the tips of his fingers itching to reach out for you. 

Because yes, he loves you too. 

So fucking much that it scares him. 

Just as much as it scares you.

“Joel, baby,” you begin, your voice echoing throughout the entire Tipsy Bison. “I just want you to know that I love you. Have loved you… and will always love you. So, this is for you.”

You grip the microphone—liquid courage coursing through your veins. All you can see is Joel and everyone else just fades into the background. You just told this man that you loved him for the first time in front of the entire town and it terrifies you—what that means now—and the possibility of ever losing him.

How do I Get through one night without you If I had to live without you What kind of life would that be?

Joel’s brows shoot upwards at the sound of your voice filtering the entire room. You can sing and it just makes his heart beat even faster. He feels Ellie gently wrap a hand on his shoulder and he brings his own hand to rest over it. Momentarily glancing away from you and to the younger girl, he smiles—truly smiles—and Ellie whispers. 

“Holy fuck, she can sing.” 

“M’surprised too,” he answers. 

“Now you have to sing too.” 

Joel bites the inside of his cheek and shrugs, pulling his eyes away from Ellie to look back at you as you continue singing. Your eyes never leave him and he can see the way it glistens with unshed tears. 

How do I live without you? I want to know How do I breathe without you if you ever go? How do I ever, ever survive? How do I, how do I, oh, how do I live?

You slowly walk over to him and Joel straightens up in his seat. His eyes move along your frame and once you’re close enough, he reaches out for your hand and you take it without hesitation. Slowly moving to sit on his lap, arm draping over his shoulder, you continue to sing as you stare directly into his eyes.

Without you, there'd be no sun in my sky There would be no love in my life There'd be no world left for me

Joel’s arm wraps around your waist as he keeps his eyes focused solely on yours. He wasn’t usually the type of person who liked to publicly display any kind of affection, but right now, he doesn’t care. He’s fueled by those three words that have since echoed in his mind—you love him too. 

Please, tell me, baby How do I go on if you ever leave? Baby, you would take away everything, I need you with me Baby, don't you know that you're everything good in my life? And tell me now

He reaches up with his free hand to cup your cheek as a fallen tear slides down your cheek and hits his thumb. Joel nods in understanding as he stares into your eyes—he knows you’re scared too, knows now what this means. The fear of losing you to this world—it scares him too. 

How do I live without you? I want to know How do I breathe without you if you ever go How do I ever, ever survive? How do I, how do I, oh, how do I live? How do I live without you? How do I live without you, baby? How do I live?

The song slowly comes to an end as you lower the microphone to wrap both arms around him, burying your face against the crook of his neck. Joel smiles to himself and holds you tightly to him, hand slowly rubbing your back as the microphone is taken from you. 

“Well, that’s gonna be hard to top,” someone says with a quiet chuckle, speaking into the microphone. “You’re one lucky sonofabitch, Joel.” 

Joel nods in his direction before he gently pulls back to look at you, hand still cupping your cheek. “That was one surprise,” he whispers. Everyone else’s attention diverts away from the two of you once another person begins singing. 

“I blame it on that second glass of wine,” you smile nervously. “And you don’t have to say it back. I just—”

Joel interrupts you by leaning in to press his lips softly against yours. “You amaze me, y’know that?” he mumbles, pulling away slowly. 

“Why didn’t you tell us you could sing?!” Ellie exclaims and you climb off Joel’s lap to sit back in your seat next to him. She’s grinning at you, arm draped over the back of Dina’s chair. “Now you and Joel definitely need to start a band.”

“Well, he doesn’t sing,” you tease, leaning back against him. “At least that’s what he tells me.”

“He’s lying. He sang for me once.” 

“Ellie—” Joel begins.

“Oh, he did?” you ask, brow arching. “Was he any good?” 

“You know, he didn’t sound like shit.” Both you and Ellie erupt into a fit of giggles and Joel can’t help but smile to himself. Despite him being the main center of the teasing, he didn’t mind. You and Ellie had always gotten along and having you move in with them just made everything feel complete—like you had been the missing puzzle piece in both of their lives. 

“He used to sing all the time,” Tommy chimes in, grinning over at Joel. “He always had a guitar draped around him, singing songs he’s made up… All the girls loved it. Ain’t that right, big brother?” 

Joel rolls his eyes as he brings the glass of beer to his lips and takes a long swig. “That was a long time ago.” 

“So, what I’m hearing is that you’ve sung for other girls, but you can’t sing for me?” you tease, biting your lower lip. 

“Ain’t like that,” Joel answers. 

“And why’s that?” 

“Because he loves you,” Tommy and Ellie say simultaneously. “Those girls—he just wanted to sleep with ‘em. But you… Well, you’re different,” Tommy adds. 

You grin broadly, staring up at Joel who won’t meet your eyes. You lean up and gently kiss his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder. You finish your glass of wine and Joel finishes his beer. He kisses the crown of your head and stands up from the table, pointing at the drinks. 

“I’ll get us all a refill.” Joel squeezes your shoulder and disappears into the crowd to walk towards the bar. He glances over his shoulder to see your attention focused on Dina and Ellie, laughing to yourself as he feels a pang in his chest. He knows he has to sing and there’s a lingering nervousness that sits in his belly. Joel walks over to the emcee of the event and whispers into his ear, the younger man grinning and nodding. 

After a few minutes, the music stops abruptly and the lights dim until it shines only on the front stage. With a shaky breath, Joel steps onto the stage and takes a seat at the stool, reaching for the guitar as he looks down at it. This was his comfort zone—playing guitar and singing. 

“Oh shit, it’s Joel,” Ellie whispers. 

Your eyes widen and you look over at the stage, the light illuminating his presence as he adjusts the microphone in front of him. Then, he speaks into it.

“Guess I can’t have my girl showin’ me up,” he says with a quiet chuckle, his voice filtering the room. “So, baby, this is for you. I know it ain’t easy loving me, but I thank God every day that you do.” Joel begins plucking the strings on the guitar expertly, a small smile lining his lips. “And I just—I want you to know I love you, baby. More than you’ll ever know. You and Ellie—you saved me.” 

Joel leans back and away from the microphone to take a deep breath, his fingers moving along the guitar as he glances down to watch what he’s doing. You glance over at Ellie who’s grinning so broadly as she reaches for your hand and you squeeze it tightly. Tears sting your eyes as you watch him, his singing voice now echoing the entirety of the Tipsy Bison. 

I can't count the times I almost said what's on my mind But I didn't And just the other day I wrote down all the things I'd say But I couldn't I just couldn't Baby I know that you've been wondering Mmm, so here goes nothing

Joel then looks up to lock eyes with you. His lips lift upwards as he continues to play the guitar, continues to sing. Everything else around him but you fades into the background and all he can see is you.

In case you didn't know Baby I'm crazy bout you And I would be lying if I said That I could live this life without you Even though I don't tell you all the time You had my heart a long long time ago In case you didn't know

Joel doesn’t look away from you. The smile that lines his lips remains, his dimple on his right cheek appearing almost instantly. He’s overcome with so much emotion and he wants so badly just to take you away from here and back home to give you the love and care you deserve. 

All of the things that I've been feeling Mmm, it's time you hear em You've got all of me I belong to you Yeah, you're my everything

Joel continues singing as he now sheds a couple of tears. He continues to pluck the strings of the guitar until the end of the song and the lights turn back on. Everyone in the Tipsy Bison stands up and claps as he sets the guitar back on its stand, his ears and cheeks burning up at the sight of praise everyone in the town is giving him. 

He pockets his hands into his jacket as he steps off the stage and walks directly towards you. You stand from the chair and meet him half way, arms immediately snaking around his neck as Joel pulls his hands out of his pockets to rest on your waist. You stand on your toes and peck his lips, hands running through the curls at the nape of his neck. 

“I love you, baby,” Joel whispers. 

“Take me home?” you ask quietly, holding him close to you. 

“Yeah, let’s go home. I did promise you a ride,” he smirks. 

Both you and Joel don’t get home until an hour later—not wanting to look suspicious amongst the rest of the group. The lingering touches, the soft kisses in between… Joel needed you just as badly as you needed him. Ellie had told the both of you that she would be spending the night at Dina’s, giving you and Joel much needed uninterrupted time. 

The moment you both walk inside, Joel pulls you to him, arms snaking around your waist as he lowers his head to press his lips firmly against your own. You whimper against his lips, feeling him walk you further back to the couch until the back of your knees hit the soft cushions. Pulling away from him briefly, you look up at him and turn him around, hands pressing firmly on his chest as you push gently. 

Joel falls back against the couch with a quiet grunt, legs spreading wide as his hand reaches for your own. Gently tugging you down, you straddle his hips and wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders. 

“So, you love me, huh?” you tease, rolling your hips against his own as you brush your lips against his. 

“Yeah, baby,” Joel grunts. “I love you… so fuckin’ much.” 

You grin, fingers carding through his hair as you feel his hardened bulge beneath you. A quiet moan escapes you as you close your eyes. “I love you too, Joel.” 

He growls at that and brings one hand to your hair, pulling you against him as his lips crash against your own. Joel moves his lips urgently against your own—messy and rushed, desperate and fueled by need, by relief that you feel the same way he does. His other hand rests on your hip, gripping it tightly as he darts his tongue out to flick against the roof of your mouth. You gasp and feel his tongue slide past your lips, tangling it with your own. 

You reach down to bunch up your skirt to your waist, the wetness pooling between your legs and staining your panties. You brush your clothed sex against the fabric of his jeans, his bulge hard and prominent underneath you. He growls and moves the hand from your hip to your ass, squeezing it tightly into his palm as he urges you to rub against him faster… harder. 

You pull on his hair, causing his lips to pull away from yours as you stare at him. Dark eyes filled with lust stare right back at you as you tug on his hair again, causing him to tilt his head back, exposing the length of his neck down to his chest. You let out a quiet groan, leaning in to brush your lips across his jawline and down to his neck. Joel’s eyes flutter as he keeps his hand entangled in your hair, feeling your teeth graze his skin. 

“Fuck,” Joel whimpers. “Gonna cream my fuckin’ pants if you don’t take me out right now and sit on it,” he growls. 

A loud gasp escapes your lips as you gently bite down on the side of his neck, wrapping your lips around the mark and sucking roughly. He bucks his hips into your own and tightens his grip around your hair to pull you back and away from him. He stares up at you, licking his lower lip hungrily. Joel feels you move back against his knees, giving you enough space to reach down and undo the button and zipper on his jeans. He lets out a sigh of relief when you lift yourself enough for him to push down his jeans and boxers to his ankles. 

You clear your throat at the sight of him—so hard, so girthy, leaking already with precome. 

“You wanted to ride a cowboy?” Joel whispers lowly. “Then take me for a ride, baby.” He reaches down and pushes your panties to the side, running the tip of his finger along the length of your sex. He growls to himself, a smirk lining his lips at the feel of your wetness. “Oh, baby—I’m gonna slide right on in, ain’t I?” 

You nod, lifting your hips and taking a hold of his length. You stare deeply into his eyes as you brush the head of his member against your sex, eyes fluttering at the feel of him brushing against your opening. “J—Joel…” 

“I got you, baby,” Joel nods, hands placed on your hips as he slowly lowers you onto him. 

Once he breaches your opening—the fat tip of his length sliding into your tight, wet heat—your eyes flutter, forcing your eyes to remain open. “I love you,” you whisper breathlessly, slamming your hips down firmly against his own as he fills you to the brim. Your hands move to his chest, gripping the fabric of his flannel as you stare into his eyes. 

“T—This might be my new favorite position,” Joel groans as you begin to lift your hips only to slide back down onto him. His hands move to your ass, gripping each cheek tightly in each hand as he guides you along his length. “Fuck, look at you…” 

You lean forward—forearms resting on his chest as you begin to bounce along his length. Every time you come down, he feels deeper and bigger. You can feel how wet you are, how easy it is to move up and down his girthy manhood. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your ass as he tilts his head back against the couch, your breasts bouncing from beneath the fabric of your fitted white t-shirt. As you slam yourself down onto him, you feel the hair at his base brush against your clit. Yearning for more friction, you lean back and rest one hand on his chest and the other on his knee as your hips roll forward and backward. 

“Oh f—fuck,” Joel growls, eyes staring at your movements. He can feel the pit of his stomach tighten as your walls tremble against his throbbing length. “That’s it, baby… Fuckin’ use me…” 

“Joel!” you moan loudly, the feeling of being so full of him as his hair at his base tickles your clit repeatedly bringing you closer and closer to the edge of release. Your eyes fall shut as the hold on his flannel tightens. “Oh god, baby… I—I’m gonna—”

Joel growls lowly and sits upright, leaning forward as his arms wrap around your waist. He keeps you firmly held against him as he pushes his hips forward once you roll your hips into him, the tip of his length hitting your cervix just right. You release his hold on his knee and flannel, wrapping your arms around his shoulders tightly as your body shakes with the orgasm that overtakes you. You can feel your arousal dripping onto him and he reaches down to lift your hips just slightly to give him enough room to piston his hips into you. 

“Fuck, baby…” Joel groans, burying his face against your chest as the sound of his balls slapping against you once he thrusts repeatedly into you echoes throughout the entire house. “You feel so fuckin’ good—like you were made for me… This pussy—it’s fuckin’ mine.” 

Joel feels your breasts bounce against his face as he slams your hips down firmly onto his lap in time with his thrust upwards. You can feel his come paint your walls, filling you warmly as he shudders against you. He rolls your hips forward and backward slowly, panting heavily against your chest. You keep a tight hold on his shoulders, hands playing with his curls at the back of his head as you breathe heavily—body still sensitive and trembling. 

Joel slowly ceases your movements and pulls back to look up at you—a dazed and truly fucked look on your face with a small smile lining your lips. 

“I think I like riding you,” you whisper, leaning in to peck his lips. 

“I think I like you ridin’ me too,” he agrees as his hand comes up to rest on your cheek. 

“I love you, Joel,” you say quietly. 

“I love you too, baby,” he answers without hesitation. “Forever sounds really good with you,” Joel admits. 

“Yeah,” you smile. “Yeah, it does.” 

[invoncible]

MARK GRAYSON & popstar!girly!reader ✧˚.

i know this might be a stretch of a concept but stay with me guys also request invincible stuff because i wanna write for this show so bad 😩

— your music career is sabrina carpenter coded.  — this is a hc set based on my long form fic that’s in drafts ... scared to post lol

——

mark who was first introduced to you through eve and william, who both liked your music. did you see those lady 'yaya' posters in william's dorm? yeah. william collected vinyls and mark just happened to be over when yours arrived. 

mark who starting crushing like crazy the moment the william unboxed the visuals. you just gave these out to anyone? for free ($80)? looking like that? you looked like a doll.

mark who bought your vinyl for himself, too. no, he didn't he have a vinyl player.

mark who stalked your youtube page as soon as he got home and binged all your performance. followed all your social media accounts. he didn’t tell anyone you were his new guilty pleasure, not even william. 

mark who almost exploded when he recognized you in school. his school. your dad dumped some money into the community and you somehow convinced him to attend. just for fun, since you’d already completed high school in homeschooling. 

mark who tried to downplay his interest and convince himself that you were a celebrity crush, not an actual crush like… amber, per se.

mark who saved you in costume once and had to listen to you fangirl over invincible the next day. the way you fawned over his alter ego made his heart skip a beat and he wanted to jump up and declare himself right then and there :(

mark who closed himself off from you and your influences when he started dating amber. and while he enjoyed himself and really loved his time with amber, he wasn't all in. before long, he and amber broke up.

mark who felt like everything was right in the world when he finally allowed himself to grow closer to you. you were so sweet, sickeningly so, and he couldn't get enough. for someone that was exposed to the crazy and brutal side of life almost everyday, it felt good to turn his brain off and sink into your pink fluffy sheets while listening to you hum and do your hair.

mark who was your prime model for face masks. he took all your fashion advice.

mark who listened to you rant about what all the media outlets were saying about you and about all of the weird, creepy fans who didn't understand boundaries. he promised he'd always be there to protect you.

mark who was terrified of your father. if you were lottie, your father was big daddy la bouf. spoiled the living hell out of you, but you were the opposite of bratty. the first time he met your dad, he felt very small. but your father saw how happy mark made you, and that was enough reason for him to let him hang around.

mark who was supposed to spend the night. you finally convinced your dad to forego the bodyguard for the night since mark was staying in with you. but mark had to cancel for hero stuff, snapping at you when you called and begged him to come home—you were scared. he was sure you were just anxious for not having your usual staff at your disposal, you'd be fine.

mark who went numb when he heard you'd been kidnapped by a stalker. then went ballistic trying to find you.

mark who arrived a little too late when he saw you'd been... altered by the sick mind who snatched you from the comfort of your own home. you're unconscious as he carries you back home and he can't stop blaming himself.

bro idk i hate this but i literally can't stop thinking about it

[artmsdoll]

off script, just for tonight ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a euijoo fic (with a bit of smau) in which u two are mcs together and a trip to paris is the final straw to you two making a move on eachother

content : NSFW writing abt euijoo, (if that makes u uncomfortable pls dni) 15% smau 85% just writing (i got lazy sorry..) soft dom!juju x sub!fem reader (this doesn't rly affect the dynamic much, he's just on top lol), hickeys, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap!!!!), swearing

wc : 3100 (+200 in posts/texts)

a/n : i'm back😛 this is my first time putting a little smau in my writing so if its ass im sorry... also also i'll get to ppls recs now!! oh also also pls ignore how the flannels in the pictures don’t match #itried

you and euijoo had been mcs for music bank together for almost a year. you even got a contract renewal since fans loved you two so much. you were not complaining though, he was the best partner you could’ve asked for. however, as much as you wanted to stay professional and not let your relationship pass the very close coworkers stage, he made it a little hard…

first of all, you felt super comfortable with him. your chemistry was great, and you always felt like you two could joke around with each other. he was also just perfect, everything from his personality, to his height, to his annoyingly pretty face was to die for. you also couldn't help noticing how fondly he looked at you, his eyes always finding you in the mirror when you were getting your makeup done. but you couldn't blame him, cause you did the same. how he would gently rub your hands or your back when you were nervous backstage. or that time you were exhausted in between schedules and fell asleep on his shoulder, yet he didn't move a muscle until you woke up so you wouldn't be embarrassed. he did such a good job at not waking you up that you didn’t even know this happened until you saw the picture on the official music bank account.

you had to keep reminding yourself that he was just a genuinely kind person and he was probably just very well trained for fan service. besides, he was way too professional to try and pull a stunt like flirting with his mcing partner, especially when all the staff from both your companies were around.

you two recently got the news that you would be flying out to paris to mc music bank over there. as a little bonus, since both of your schedules had been so full for the last few months, your companies even agreed to let you travel a bit before the actual event so you two could enjoy some time off in the city. your company had been getting lots of backlash lately for overworking you, so this was the least they could do.

it was finally departure day and after some mandatory sasaeng airport photos, you two were off.

you passed out the second you got in your seat, you didn't even bother to grab your blanket or pillow. when you woke up from your nap, groggy and eyes getting adjusted to the dim cabin lights, you realized you were wrapped in a blanket, topped with euijoo’s flannel on your shoulders. you turned towards him only to see that he was the one that was fast asleep now, head tilted toward you, lips parted slightly, and breathing slowly.

the flannel still smelled faintly of cedar and bergamot and him. you couldn't stop yourself and your heart did a little something in your chest. he must’ve noticed your state and covered you up before passing out himself.

you couldn't help but take a 0.5 photo of him sleeping while you pointed at him and sent it to him.

you also took a pictureof yourself and posted it, forgetting that you had euijoo’s flannel wrapped around you… you went back to sleep, unaware of the chaos you just started online.

when you woke up and checked your phone, the realization hit. euijoo was also awake now and you turned to him, a little scared but also finding the situation kinda funny.

“thanks for your flannel… but i fear i may have fumbled a bit…” you mumbled.

“what did you do? as long as you didn’t drool all over it or stain it, it can’t be that bad.” he answered, teasing you.

you sheepishly showed him your phone with the post on it.

“oh that's no problem, you know how my company is with damage control. we’ll be fine,” he reassured you. “and so what if people think we're together, that just means we’ll get more business trip offers!”

not long after, you landed in paris with a beautiful view of the sunset. however, with a popular duo also comes fans waiting for you as soon as you passed customs. as the security guards struggled to surround you two from the mob, you felt a firm hand on your back guiding you gently through the crowd and a whisper in your ear: “you good?” you sneakily nodded yes.

you two finally made it out to your ride to your hotel. unfortunately, since the company sent you two out early, they also sent you with all of the big bags containing makeup, outfits, and props to make sure they were in paris on time for the event. this left you two crammed in the back of the car with bags to your side and no room to move. your thighs and shoulders were pushed next to each other, which wasn't technically weird or anything, but you felt your cheeks flushing a bit. the silence filled with something unspoken that you refused to acknowledge, as you’d be sure to be fired or at least scolded if these feelings kept going where you feared they might.

when you made it to the hotel, you both made your way to your rooms, with euijoo making sure you got inside your room safely and wishing you a good night before going to his.

it was the next morning. you felt like you just had the best sleep of your life. you and euijoo agreed to meet up at 10am the night prior, so you got all dolled up as soon as you were up. you planned to wear this cute dress since the weather was amazing, but there was one problem that you forgot about, it was lowkey impossible to do up on your own and there were no staff here yet to help. you were left with no other choice.

seconds later, you heard footsteps rushing to your door and multiple frantic knocks. you struggled to open the door and hold the back of your dress to avoid flashing the whole hallway.

“you okay?? what happened?” he asked, breathless.

“i just… can't tie this up on my own,” you said, a little embarrassed at the scene you caused.

“oh?” he giggled a bit. “you scared me!”

he stepped closer to you, very close, with one hand settling on your waist and the other zipping it up. his fingers brushed up your spine, and while this was again, something pretty normal, you felt your heart beating faster.

“all done.. are we good to go?” but you still felt him behind you.

you both just kinda stood there, that unspoken tension still there. you managed to let out a “yeah, thanks so much!”

you two spent the day exploring some cafes, the eiffel tower, and every tourist attraction that was on your path, vlogging and taking the iconic “boyfriend/girlfriend” photos everywhere. after what felt like endless kilometers of walking, you made it back to the hotel and you both decided to wind down at the pool. it was just the two of you, and he in just his swim trunks with his perfect toned body and v line on full display #needthat made you kinda lose it internally. you couldn't help but notice his equally wandering eyes.

“you’re staring,” you said, half joking, half trying to get a reaction out of him.

“you started it.” his voice was lower. “should’ve warned me you’d look like that.”

you splashed water at him, trying to play off the situation you created.

trying to quickly change the subject you said, “wait can you take some pictures before my hair gets wet! and we can’t forget the vlog they wanted us to make!”

“awe.. right, i was looking forward to being the only one to see you like this,” he answered, putting on a fake pout.

this threw you for a loop cause now you couldn't tell what he was playing at anymore. he took some pictures of you not to mention, he made you look the best you’ve ever looked. and you uploaded them right away. maybe this could work as some damage control for yesterday's mishap...

you two ended the day or so you thought eating at the hotel's rooftop restaurant. your companies had reserved the whole balcony for you two so you could enjoy dinner in peace. the view both the skyline and euijoo was something straight out of a movie. the candlelight made his big eyes sparkle, and the overall ambiance made you feel some kind of way... while enjoying your meals, the waiter came over with a knowing look and said, “for the lovely couple,” while pouring you two your third… or fourth glass of wine. you both giggled, but neither of you cared to correct him.

your dinner slowly wrapped up. by now, you could definitely feel the wine kicking in, you felt much more giggly than usual. while it did seem to be affecting euijoo a bit, as he seemed a little looser, you knew how drastic the difference was between your drinking tolerances, with his being much higher than yours…

he noticed you getting a little sleepy and suggested you go to bed, as you two were here for work after all, and the show was the following night. afraid you might trip over yourself, he held your hand from the time you got up from the table to when you entered the elevator. once the doors shut, you heard him say softly, while rubbing your hand with his thumb, “you know, if i weren’t so scared of making things complicated and potentially being seen, i would’ve kissed you already.”

that alone knocked the breath out of your lungs. you just stood there, processing what he had just said. you didn’t respond, you couldn't. you felt your cheeks flush and your heart beat faster by the second.

the walk to your room was silent, but his large hand was still wrapped around yours, and you liked that. when you got to your room, you opened the door without letting go of his hand and muttered a, “do you—”

“need help?” he cut you off, stepping in with you.

you nodded.

the room was dim, kinda chilly, and very, very quiet. neither of you said anything else. not yet. you turned your back to him, and he slowly unzipped your dress. the contact gave you shivers all over. you knew damn well it wasn’t just the wine or what he had said earlier that had you feeling like this. you also knew that you didn't want the night to end there, and you could tell he was thinking the same thing. you pulled your dress all the way down, still facing away from him, and broke the silence with, “if i say yes, will you kiss me now?” your voice barely made it past your lips.

without missing a beat, his hands spun you around and he pulled you in. your hands slid up his face and into his hair while his settled on your almost bare hips. he groaned into your mouth like he’d been holding it in for hours. he slowly backed you into the bed, never breaking the kiss. your knees hit the soft edge and you sunk into the mattress, pulling him onto you. your hands slid under his shirt and he took that as his sign to take it off finally. he ripped it off in one swift motion, revealing his sharp collarbones and toned chest that made you lose it just as much as the first time. you felt heat pooling in your lower stomach.

"we can't put this in the vlog" you giggled.

he kissed more intensely now, his lips tracing down your jaw to the sensitive skin on your neck. his teeth grazed lightly as he started to suck, his lips lingering there for a moment. you let out a moan, which snapped him back into reality.

“shit, your makeup artist’s gonna kill me.”

“juju—” you whined.

“i won’t leave a mark,” he whispered against your skin, “unless you want me to.”

you pulled him in closer as your answer, fingers digging into his back as he pressed kisses across your chest, your shoulder, every inch he could reach.

“they can’t do anything about it if they can’t see it!” you giggled.

“god, y/n, you’re unreal. you don’t even know how long i’ve been waiting for this.”

if someone told you a year ago you’d end up in this situation with your co-host, you would’ve laughed in their face, considering the not-so-strict dating ban. but now, you were happy this was the turnout.

“we’re so screwed,” you said, out of breath.

“probably,” he answered, lifting his lips off your chest for a moment. “but… worth it.” and in that moment, it absolutely was.

your fingers clutched deeper into his shoulders, your whole body arching into him, silently begging him to go lower.

he looked up at you, lips swollen. “still okay?” he asked, voice low and raspy, but somehow still soft fingers gently trailing down your sides.

“mhm,” you hummed.

his hands slid down your waist, slowly, as if he was trying to tease you, thumbs dragging along the curve of your hips. he kissed down your stomach, biting softly at the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your panties that were already soaked making you jolt slightly beneath him. then he hooked his fingers under the fabric, pausing for just a second to glance at your face. you gave the tiniest nod, and he slipped them down your legs, kissing your inner thigh.

by the time he moved back up to settle between your thighs, the heat between you was unbearable.

“juju— i need you,” you whined.

his hand slid up your thigh, fingers curling around the back of your knee, lifting it just enough to let him press closer. the thin layer of his boxers was the only thing separating you now. his hips ground into yours, slow and deliberate, and the friction had you gasping.

his fingers passed over your cunt. “fuck, you’re already soaked.”

you could only look at him, eyes wide open, chest rising and falling as you nodded, barely able to breathe. you didn’t have to say a word. his lips crashed into yours again. he didn’t tease this time, pulling his boxers down, lining himself up, his tip sliding through your slick heat.

with a soft groan, he thrusted into you. your breath hitched as you stretched around him. you whimpered his name, wrapping your legs around his waist as he started to move. every thrust was deep and so perfect. your moans filled the room within seconds, the sheets rustling beneath you both. you could feel how close he was already, his breaths turning rough and uneven against your neck.

you clenched around him, urging him on, and the both of you snapped. he buried himself in you with one last thrust, groaning your name as he spilled into you, warmth spreading deep as he held you tight against him. for a long moment, neither of you spoke. you just held each other, your fingers gently combing through his hair as his breathing evened out.

you two didn’t end the night there. you lost count of how many times he made you come again. how many positions he had you in. how often he kissed your shoulder or your thigh or your cheek with so much love. and by the time you both finally collapsed into the sheets, with sore bodies and slick skin, it was well past 3 a.m. you didn’t remember falling asleep, just the weight of his arm around your waist, his chest against your back, and a feeling of fulfillment.

you woke up with the sun shining in your face and your whole body taken over by an ache, a good one though. euijoo’s arm still wrapped around you, his breath hitting the back of your neck, and your legs intertwined in the sheets. you felt exhausted, but it was so worth it. the sweet moment was short-lived as seconds later your phone rang. without even checking who was calling, you picked up, and to your horror, you heard your manager on the other end, who you forgot was flying in that early morning.

“hey, i've been knocking on your door for a bit and i heard nothing back so i’m just checking in…”

“oh— uh— my bad, i was just showering, but i’m all good! shouldn't you be getting rest right now?”

“well now that i know you’re okay i can relax a bit haha. just don’t forget to head to the venue early for your fittings, make sure euijoo knows too!”

“i’ll let him know…” you hung up in a panic and heard euijoo’s sleepy voice asking, “what happened…”

trying to keep your cool, you said, “my manager called 'cause she couldn't find me, so i lied and said i was showering… if they find out i spent the night here we’re so getting scolded…”

“shit,” he said, his voice still a little raspy.

you quickly grabbed your things, gave euijoo a kiss, and made your way to the door. “oh, and don’t forget about the fitting!”

this whole thing felt like a one-night stand, and you hated that. you wanted nothing more than to just stay in his arms forever, but that's what you got for breaking your contract.

the evening of the show finally came. you finally got to see euijoo again after what, like 2 hours lmao, who snuck you to a corner and greeted you with a quick, but heartfelt kiss before he heard his manager calling him. your makeup artist was, in fact, not too pleased with the small but noticeable mark on your neck. you just lied and said it must've been your curling iron, even though you were sure she was onto you.

the fans absolutely loved you two again, and #y/njooinparis trended so fast. fans couldn’t help but notice how you looked a little less energetic than usual, and the mark on your neck, but inevitably blamed it all on your company thank god. saying things like

“they had some days of rest my ass”

“this fuckass company can’t even get a hair stylist and sent y/n on stage with a burn on her neck☹️”

backstage, euijoo found you again, this time with no one around to interrupt. his hand found yours, fingers lacing together with ease. you exchanged a quiet smile and showed him your phone with all the fan theories.

“apparently, they had us rehearsing all night,” you said sarcastically. you two couldn’t help but laugh.

he gave your hand a squeeze. “last night’s gonna be hard to top.” but you weren’t 😛

“yeah,” you said, leaning your head lightly against his shoulder. “but we still have tonight.”

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you're losing me ❀ s. reid x reader

in which he's an entirely different person after prison, and your relationship is crumbling. 

pairing: spencer reid x reader genre: angst tags: post prison reid. no happy ending. argument/fight. strong language. word count: 2.0k a/n: big fan of soul crushing angst. clearly. i dreamt this one up in an everything shower. likely place for me to plan fics? whole lot of nothing happening i love yapping about sadness!! my least favourite spencer trait is that he doesn't think he deserves good things so he pushes them away so obviously i have to write novellas on him doing just that? this used to be based on tolerate it but i listened to ylm the entire time so erm. things change! lol enjoy xoxo

Perhaps you were stupid. 

Very, very stupid. And ridiculous. And every other synonym for those two words that your brain could not possibly imagine up right now. You were all of them. But also none of them. Because you also felt like there was not a single word that could describe you anymore; if there was, maybe you'd consider yourself a person. But clearly you weren't a person. Not anymore, at least. Not to him. 

An awfully painful year it had been. And maybe that's what stripped you of your right to be a person. Maybe it was the overtime. Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Maybe it was everything all at once. Maybe it was nothing at all. 

Three years of dating one man meant you learned quite a bit about who he is as a person to you. Eight years of knowing him meant you knew very well what sort of person he is in general. 

And this wasn't him. 

He was sitting on your couch. A piece of furniture that had, in just one year, erased the memory of you from it, there no longer being an indent on the right side where you always sat. A book was sat in his lap, but he wasn't properly reading it. You could tell from how slowly he turned the pages. From how he stopped every few minutes to rub his eyes, his eyebrows creasing and a quiet, irritated huff leaving his lips. 

It was a habit he had developed. 

This was how it was every night. Three o'clock came, and your body would wake you up from an otherwise restless sleep, and you would drag your feet out to where the man who should be occupying the other side of your bed, actually is. And he wouldn't look up, but you both acknowledged each other's presence, silently. 

And you would watch him for an hour. Until your eyes began to droop, and your feet started to ache, and your heart couldn't handle any more shattering for the night. And then you would drag yourself back to the bedroom, and you would climb into a now cold bed, and you would fall back asleep for another two hours. 

Like clockwork.

You were good with him. So patient. You would make him mugs of morning coffee that he wouldn't drink, and you would wash clothes he wouldn't say 'thank you' for. You wondered if he was actually grateful or not. 

You were too scared to ask. 

"Hey," you said, quietly, when he had come home from work, shrugging his bag off his shoulders, and slipping shoes off his feet. 

"Hi," he answered. As if on instinct, he moved to where you were seated at the barstool to kiss you in greeting, before brushing past and heading into the kitchen. 

You watched him for a few moments as he found a piece of bread to eat, nothing on it. Just... dry. Before your eyes returned to the laptop screen you had open in front of you, fingers tapping away at your keyboard. 

"There's been another terror threat," you said to him, tilting your head to the side. "But they let me work from home."

"Why'd they do that?" he asked, but he could not sound less interested. 

You lifted your head, because you thought he knew. "Because of you, Spence."

"Oh, okay," he answered, and you watched as he threw out half of the bread he did not eat, before he disappeared down the hallway. 

He didn't even care. 

You stared at the empty space down the hall, where he had once been, heart lodged in your throat in an uncomfortable lump you couldn't swallow. This was why you felt stupid. 

Maybe you were sick of feeling stupid. You must be, because subconsciously, your feet had already planted themselves firmly on the floor, and your legs were already taking you down the hall in the exact direction he had just disappeared to. 

He was taking his button up off when you appeared in the doorway to your bedroom, replacing it with a t-shirt. You had never seen him wear so many t-shirts until now. 

You cleared your throat, alerting him of your presence, and he turned, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw you. 

"You know you can talk to me, right?" you said, voice wavering with cautiousness. 

His lips parted, then they closed, and all he managed was a short nod, before he turned back around to find pyjama pants in his drawers. 

"Spencer, I'm serious," you pressed, taking a step into the room. "You need to talk to someone about this."

"I have those counseling sessions at work," he answered, turning back around to face you only once he was wearing pants. 

Your lips pursed. "You hate those."

"Yes, but I'm talking to someone."

"Not someone you trust!"

"And if I talk to you, it would be so different compared to a counsellor, right?"

You froze. He froze. Maybe he realised the implication of his words, you certainly did. That such a simple spoken sentence had your heart stuttering in your chest. 

You shakily exhaled. "I'd hope it would be different," you decided to say. "But I wouldn't be surprised if it isn't anymore."

He stood straighter at your comment. Perhaps not the best thing to say. Certainly not the most mature. 

"What does that mean?"

Right. The reason you decided to follow him in the first place. "I just—I don't feel like you care anymore. And I have tried to be patient, Spencer. I really have. But you shut me out, and we don't even talk anymore. I make you coffee, I do your laundry, I offer to cook, I clean up the house, I do everything I possibly can so you can focus on healing, and I can't even get a proper sentence out of you unless we're arguing."

He inhaled sharply, staring at you. "I don't know if you forgot, but I was locked in a prison for three and a half months."

Your shoulders deflated, your eyebrows creasing and lips pulling down into a frown. "Seriously? I express that I am feeling neglected, and your only response is that you've been in prison—"

"—Well, it kind of changed who I am!"

You fell silent for a few moments, trying to collect your thoughts before you threw them all in his face and actually ruined things between you two. 

"I just feel like you don't care anymore," you repeated, voice awfully soft compared to how hard your body was shaking in anxiety. 

He ran a hand through his hair, and he opened his mouth to speak with that same frustrated frown, so you cut him off. 

"And yes, I know you're dealing with everything that happened to you in prison. I only know what they told us, so I can't even imagine how much you're withholding. Because I know that's what you do. But that doesn't give you an excuse to treat me like I'm not important in your life anymore. I mean, If I'm not, then tell me. If you really don't care, or you've decided that you can't be in a relationship and process everything at the same time, then I'd like to know."

The silence is uncomfortable. And thick. And you're staring at him with eyes that burned with tears you weren't ready to shed yet. He's coming up with a response, so slowly you think maybe prison actually did break his brain. 

"I do care," he finally said, and you wondered if it took him three minutes to come up with that because he was controlling a lie. You pushed that thought out of your head. "But I also don't want you to wait for me to be better, if it's making you feel this way."

Oh.

"Okay," you manage to say, voice not above a whisper as you stared at him. 

"Okay," he echoed, and the tears you were trying so hard to keep in brimmed your waterline, blurring your vision. If he hadn't become one big blob in your vision because of them, you might've seen his eyes soften and his shoulders deflate. 

Maybe he was waiting for you to confront him about it all. So he could end things. Maybe he's been thinking about this for too long, and this was just the final push he needed. You'd like to hope it was a spur of the moment decision, and he wasn't banking on this relationship ending. 

"I'll stay at a friend's," you then murmured, wiping the tears from your eyes, sniffling pathetically. 

"No, this is—"

"—You deserve familiar walls," you cut him off. "I'm sure anything else would freak you out."

He fell silent, because you were right. But he didn't want to kick you out of your own home. He didn't want to kick you out of his life, a sickening revelation he was having all too late.

Maybe that was why, when you turned around to leave, he called your name. Pleadingly. So, you turned back, and he stared at you, and silence fell over you two again. 

"What?" you breathed out after a few too many minutes of quiet. 

"I don't know how to talk to you. Or anyone. Not—not just you."

"About what happened?"

"In general."

You stilled, confusion sweeping across your features, for the thousandth time tonight alone. "You don't have to talk to me, if you can't. Regularly, I mean. That's not... that's not what I'm asking of you. I just need you to communicate with me. I feel like you don't even have feelings for me anymore. That's where most of my issues lie."

"I do have feelings for you."

"It doesn't feel that way."

More silence. More thick, deafening silence that felt like you had submerged your head underwater. And you really just wanted to come to a final conclusion. If this was the end.

"Then is it just that you don't want to be with me anymore? If it is, please tell me," you said, voice pathetically desperate.

He stared at you some more. Silence accompanying him, like some (annoyingly) comforting best friend amidst this conversation. And you slowly nodded your head as what he wanted became clear to you, your heart stuttering uncomfortably in your chest. Your stomach flipping. 

"Indecision doesn't look good on you," you finally cut through the blanket of quiet. "I need a verbal answer, Spencer."

"I do want to be with you—"

"—Then fight, dammit!" you finally snapped, the tears you had managed to control coming back to you, a sob lodging in your throat. "I am sick of you saying you do feel this, and you don't feel that. Make a fucking decision. Please. I cannot keep up a fight for the both of us anymore. You're losing me here, Spencer."

"I'm scared!" he shouted, and you took a step back, his voice vibrating throughout the room. He waged an internal battle for a few moments at your recoil. "That. That right there is what I'm scared of. I am so scared of scaring you."

"You scare me more when you shut down. I will take your anger over your silence."

"I won't," he snapped, watching you flinch. Again. You wanted to stop flinching. 

"It proves to me that you're actually feeling things. Spencer, I feel like I've been living with a ghost."

"I can't control my anger anymore," he added your name with a voice crack, mirroring your heart.

You blink some more tears down your cheeks. "You don't have to. You are allowed to be angry."

"Not around you," he shook his head, his hands brushing curls out of his face. "What if I—I hurt you."

"What if you don't?"

It seemed he hadn't considered that possibility, because he fell silent, and averted his gaze to the ground. He shook his head after a beat. "I can't take that risk."

You stared at him for a moment longer, weighing up your options, before you sighed. "Fine. Don't." He said your name again. "No. If you're not willing to fight, then... then fine. Don't fight. But neither will I."

He didn't say anything as you took a step back from the room. And even as you stilled for a few seconds longer, achingly but silently begging him to ask you to stay, he didn't utter a word. Which was, really, all you needed in confirmation. 

And so you left.

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[highway-143]

webbed- nishimura riki

genre: fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, spider man au

pairing: black spiderman!riki x fem!reader

taglist: @urlocalmultigroupfan @minkilicious @vrusha01 @planetmarlowe @mrsjjongstby @drnkdz @strawberrynull @interfated @tasnemluvs @woniesbae @rikifordmiami @nishikio

word count: 9.2k

now playing: sunflower- post malone and swae lee (lol kinda a duh) & damn- fujii kaze

tw: blood, guns, sex, bdsm undertones, needles, mentions of rape, death

(mostly proofread but idc atp bro. just live with the typos ToT)

all scenarios are fake and are not meant to represent any idol in the story

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economics homework sucks.

but that's a given, isn't it?

who in the world actually enjoyed comparing the tax rates of 10 different countries and writing a 20,000 word essay about them for the final?

you certianly didn't.

and yet here you were, seated at the desk in your room. its surface was littered with borrowed library books, notes, and your computer. the screen was open to a google doc, two pages already filled out.

you check the word count.

1,009 words

shit.

you prop your elbows on the desk, your head in your hands.

who the fuck thought this class would be required for a marketing degree?

you hear rain start to patter on the window of your dorm. the sprinkles collecting on the pane, blurring the lights coming from the city.

you lived for tokyo at night.

the way the lights from apartments lit up the darkness like stars when the real stars were covered in the haze of a storm.

the way the neon lights from shops lining the street. it felt so beautiful. how the city came alive when the rest of the world was quiet.

that's when you hear it.

skrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeee

tires. on pavement.

you jump up from your chair and onto the miniscule balcony that connected to your dorm. it was hard to make out from the fourth story, but you saw an suv swerving through the road. it's tail spun out of control on the slick ground, almost crashing into patrons walking out of akasaka, the hostess bar across the street.

people screamed, the sounds of fear echoing off the tall buildings around the chaos.

you screamed too.

because a black figure swooped right in front of you, and you jumped so hard, you almost fell over.

spiderman

you watch as the shadowlike hero makes his way closer and closer to the suv.

the car skids to a stop as a flying web sticks to it, the other end already attatched to a rung on the side of your building. the tires helplessly turn against the pavement, but to no avail.

"going somewhere?" asks the deep voice, what you assumed was spiderman.

you couldn't see him though.

he dissapeared.

your eyes scour the scene, trying to find the source. all you see are two japanese men, both heavily muscled and in their late thirties.

and then another, exiting from the cab of the van.

he was pale, paler than you had ever seen. an albino, white hair styled meticulously with a ocean blue streak through the slicked back strands. his eyes were covered in sunglasses, even at night. his frame was long, thin, and looked somewhat malnourished. he wore a white trench coat over a white tutleneck and ivory pants.

he looked like a ghost.

"spiderman" he says, a thick french accent in his speech. "didn't expect to meet you tonight." his voice is cold, a piercing ice. "why don't you show yourself, hmm?"

"i think i'll stay where i am, thanks" says spiderman, his voice coming from somewhere below and to the right of where you stood on the balcony. "the real question, is why are you here, givré? what business do you have in japan?"

the albino, givré, chuckles. there's no warmth behind the laughter though. "why on earth would i tell you?"

"okay, don't then." you watch as a web shoots out from a balcony below you, attaching itself to givré's mouth, sending him stumbling backward into the side of the car.

the two mercenaries aim guns at the balcony. you hadn't even realized that they had them. the taller of the two fires, and you clap your hand over your mouth.

but nothing.

the balcony is empty.

you know you should go back inside. hide. not get killed.

but you can't stop watching.

because when the men turn around to help givré, spiderman is already standing behind them.

givré is struggling against the web on his mouth, trying to pry it off with his fingers. spiderman stands next to him, arms crossed. "you really thought that would work?" he asks, amused.

the street is almost completely cleared of bystanders now, only a few dumb tourists on the sidewalk with phones recording the scene. idiots.

the shorter man charges, almost like a rhino, and grabs spiderman by the waist, tackling him to the ground. the hero flips around and hooks a leg around the man's shoulder. "god, i didn't think i would be getting freaky today-" he says as his groin is pushed into the struggling face of the gaurd.

you can't help but laugh as spiderman kicks out of confinement.

and then you scream.

because another gunshot rang through the street.

givré stood, yards away from the fight, a gun pointed at spiderman, his mouth freed.

he laughs. "thought you could get away? nice try, bastard."

spiderman coughs, bringing a hand to his shoulder, dark red already covering the material of his suit. "fuck-" he murmurs. "come on, givré, you gotta try harder than that" and he lets go of his shoulder to shoot two webs, one at givré's gun, the other at the second mercenary, the sticky threads wrapping around his body.

he watches as the flashing lights of police cars pull up and cops jump out, running over to givré.

and he looks up, shoots a web, and swings away into the darkness.

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you go back inside, shell-shocked and wet from the rain. who the fuck was givré? and what did he want from spiderman?

you stare at the balcony from your desk chair, watching the rain trickle down the glass of the door.

thud

another scream from your mouth.

spiderman. on your balcony, the eyes of his mask locked onto your surprised ones. the water on the glass blurs his features, but you can still make out the maroon blood dripping from his shoulder.

he looks at you, waving as he stands on the balcony, pointing to the handle of the door, then to his shoulder.

he needs to come in.

you nod shakily, and he slides the door open, with his good arm, stepping inside your pristine room.

"thank you," he says, nodding. "can i use your bathroom? and first aid kit?"

your eyes are wide as you get a better view of his injuries. the bullet grazed the top of his shoulder, tearing the fabric and his skin. an inch wide gash was visible even through the blood.

"y-yes. just in there," you point to the bathroom door. "first aid kit is under the sink"

he walks across the room, blood dripping onto the hardwood floor, a trail making its way to the bathroom along with the tall hero.

you want to give him privacy, but he leaves the door open.

that was the first mistake.

because you glance into the cramped room after a few minutes, and you don't want to look away.

who knew spiderman could be this attractive?

all you could see was his back, but god, his back.

he wasn't ripped like givré's bodygaurds, but his muscles rippled, shoulderblades jutting out as he cleaned blood off his arm with a wet tissue. his chest dipped to his waist in the most prominent v shape you had ever seen. the top half of his suit hung low around his hips, dangerously low, the rim of his boxers peeking out.

teasing.

taunting.

his jet black hair was messy, a few unruly strands sticking up out of his bangs. you could see sweat beading on the back of his neck and the short hair of his undercut.

without thinking, you walk up behind him, and turn the bathroom fan on.

he doesn't turn to look at you, but his voice is gravely as he thanks you.

a shiver runs up your spine. you force yourself to pull away and go back to your desk, trying to focus on your essay while fucking spiderman clattered around your bathroom.

"hey... uh..." you hear him mumble a few feet away. "can you... uh... come help me?"

you hesitate, only a second, before you stand up on shaking legs. he stood in the doorway of the bathroom, holding an alcohol swab packet out to you.

you take it, and look up into his eyes.

mistake number two.

he was fucking gorgeous. his brown- almost black- eyes looked like they were staring into your soul. his bangs hooded over them a little bit, the tips brushing his eyelashes. he had high cheekbones and a strong jaw, with perfect, full lips that looked delicious.

"just... the back of my shoulder. i can't reach it." he turns around, and you stand on tiptoe to see the wound.

"you're gonna need stitches," you say, transfixed by the deep gash that looked a little less bloody now. you could see the line from where he had cleaned most of the blood off and where some remained.

"yeah, i do that all the time"

"you stitch yourself up!?" you stare at him through the mirror.

he hisses when the swab grazes the injury. "fuck," he whispers under his breath. "yeah, i do. no big deal at this point. happens more than you think."

you take a closer look at his body, faint scars on his sides and more littering his arms. at least seven of them. the pink lines were barely noticable in the dim lighting.

"wow..." you say, not really knowing what the proper response would be.

you clean his shoulder in silence, his faint grunts when you press too hard the only sound in your dorm.

"there, done." you say, tossing the bloodied piece of cloth into the trash can. "do you... want me to help with the stitches too?" another chill goes right down your back, nervousness mixed with a hint of curiosity.

"you know how?"

"yeah, it's pretty straightforward."

he looks at you, his expression amused and something else, and he rummages around the kit, pulling out a needle and the thread, handing them to you.

you walk out of the bathroom, and he follows you to your desk chair. you sit on the cushioned seat, motioning for him to sit between your legs, his back to you so you could reach the wound.

you start threading the needle, and can't help but ask the insanely handsome stranger questions.

i mean, who wouldn't.

"who are you?"

"that's classified" you can feel the smirk in his voice.

"okay, have fun stitching yourself up then" you say, half joking.

he laughs, then flinches, his shoulder muscles flexing from the flash of pain. "kidding, kidding. riki. my name's riki. happy now?"

you nod, satisfied. "why did you come here? how did you know i would help?"

"i saw you on the balcony, almost died when i swung by you, yeah? and i heard your scream when the gun fired. thought you'd be on my side."

"yeah, i guess you're right." you slowly poke the needle through his skin, pushing it all the way through and starting the stitches. "what does givré want with you?"

"i don't fully know yet. he's the most obscure person i've dealt with. no criminal record, no run-ins with the law ever. i don't even know if he's a legal person."

"what does that mean?"

"means i haven't found any records of him. no social security number. no school records, no tax files, no id, nothing. he's either an alien, or never been registered anywhere."

"i'm betting on alien" you say, making riki laugh.

"that would explain the blue streak." he says. "shit, i forgot. what's your name?"

"y/n."

"y/n... pretty. so, how do i know you aren't going to spill my identity to the whole city?"

"why the fuck would i do that? i do want you to stop criminals, you know. the police don't particularly love you because you do a way better job than them. they could arrest you easy. i would have to be insane to tell people. anyone would be."

he nods, satisfied, but still on gaurd. "yeah... swear you'll stay quiet though. believe me, if you tell, i can find you no matter what. i don't care if you flee the country to live in zimbabwe."

your spine stiffens, fear pumping through your veins. riki looks at you over his shoulder, and you stop using the needle.

"i'm not fucking kidding. if this gets out i can always sic givré on you."

"i swear. and i don't think he would listen to you if you tried."

riki turns back around, and you sew the last few stitches on his shoulder, cutting the thread with a pair of scissors.

you tap his side with your foot, having him stand up so you can throw away the used needle and thread. you grab a thick band aid and hand it to him. "put this over the stitches."

"thanks."

but neither of you moves.

he just stands there, staring at you, eyes stuck on yours.

and then they trail down your body, taking in your silk pajamas, a button up shirt and shorts, both black with pink trim. running over your bare arms and legs, the skin covered in goosebumps. he clears his throat when he sees your breasts, nipples peaking through the thin fabric.

he looks away.

but you don't want him to.

you move out of the way, walking over to the kitchenette and grabbing the clorox wipes.

riki takes them from your hand when you turn around.

"i'll do it. it's my blood."

you nod, cheeks red from the simplest thing. he crouches down and starts to wipe up the drops of blood scattered on your floor.

you sit back on the chair, turning to mark your page in the open books and close them up. you stack them under your computer, making sure to save the document. you were too exhausted to work anymore, the night was too fucked up to focus.

riki looks up at you when you spin in the chair, turning to watch him. his muscles flexed, his abs clenching.

he was doing it on purpose.

fucking asshole.

your thighs squeeze together. you hadn't meant for them to. they just did. how could they not, when riki looked up at you like that, his suit pulled off his chest, his collarbones prominent and the lines of his neck so... there

he noticed your thighs. he noticed the way your pupils dilated and your eyelids drooped ever so slightly. he knew what he was doing.

he wasn't new to seduction.

and neither were you.

you lean forward, fingers reaching out to trace his bicep, the muscle twitching under your soft touch.

"fuck, y/n..."

"what?" you say, batting your eyes innocently.

"you fucking know what you're doing."

"and you're pretending you aren't doing the same thing?"

"shit-" he stands up, towering over you as you sat in the chair. "can't fucking do that to me."

"why not?"

that got him.

riki stands in silence, just watching you rise from the chair, reaching up to whisper in his ear.

"please"

that's all it takes. riki's hands drop the container of wipes, wrapping around your waist and pulling your chest flush against his. he leans down, taking your lips in a searing kiss.

you moan into his mouth, pushing into him. his tounge slips between your lips, swiping along the corner of your mouth, tasting every inch of you before you let him in all the way.

your hands rub his chest, nails teasing his abs, thumbs brushing over his nipples. you feel him shiver as you pinch them, his mouth pausing as he revels in the feeling.

but the break is brief.

he picks up the pace, slowly stepping backwards and pulling you with him as the back of his legs hit your bed.

"fuck," he says, turning around and pushing you onto the mattress. "can i..."

"yes." you breathe, needing- craving- more of his touch.

he hooks his fingers under your shorts, pulling them down your legs, revealing a pair of laced pastel pink panties.

he moans at the sight, your legs spreading to reveal the gathering slickness on the fabric.

"fucking wet... god-"

he leans down and presses a kiss to your covered clit, earning a whine from you. every touch was fire, his fingers brushing over your thighs, caressing your hot skin.

his teeth find the waist of your panties, pulling them down your legs with an expert skill. cool air hits your cunt, the whisper of riki's breath already making it clench around nothing.

"so pretty..." he groans, holding your thighs down with his hand as his tounge licks your clit, just grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves. you whimper, hips bucking slightly into his face.

he laughs, tounge licking up your slit, circling your tender clit. his teeth nip at it, giving a gentle tug.

you let a real moan escape your throat, hand threading into riki's hair, pushing him into your pussy.

he happily thrusts his tounge into your clenching hole, nose circling your clit as he flicks inside you, fingers trailing up your legs to spread your lips further apart.

his eyes look up at you, your head thrown back, arms shaking, one hand on your breast, teasing the supple mound through your pajama shirt. he groans into your cunt, tounge thrusting faster, pulling you closer and closer to orgasm.

and you came.

riki clamps his mouth onto you, sucking your slickness into his mouth, drinking you as your hips jerked and your head lolled to the side, hands grasping the comforter in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.

riki let go of your legs, climbing up over you to kiss you again, lips locking onto yours. his chin was damp with you, but he couldn't care less.

he just kissed you.

when his hands went to pull his suit off, you moved to kiss his jaw, then below his ear.

you nipped at his earlobe, teeth feeling the empty piercing he had, and he moans, chest heaving as he grinded his now freed dick onto your cunt.

his hardened shaft slipped between your folds, teasing your already overstimulated pussy. every sound that left your sore throat was caught in his mouth, his lips moving against yours as his cock pushed into your clenching hole.

the stretch was impossible, his thick length filling you up, your cunt clenching around him.

your hips roll against his, and his hands bring your knees to your chest so he could thrust deeper into you.

his teeth bite your lip when he starts picking up the pace, dick drilling into your sensitive cunt.

you whimper, "fuck, fuck, fuck.... shit-" you feel your orgasm approaching again, and riki notices.

"cum for me baby, come on.... let go... please, please"

you snap, legs shaking and hips jerking as you cum on his cock that was still pumping into you as you spasmed. when riki feels his orgasm coming too, he pulls out of your cunt and releases on your stomach, hot, thick ropes of white cum painting your equally hot and sweaty skin.

"riki.... shit, you feel so good"

"so do you, baby, so tight."

he stands from the bed and grabs your panties, wiping your cunt with them as your fingers gather his cum and shove it into his mouth. he tasted salty, warm and sticky. he groans at the sight of you eating his cum, lips wrapped around your finger.

he pulls his boxers on, stepping back into his suit and pulling it over his arms, pressing a plate on the silver spider that tightened it around his body.

"you're leaving?" you say, tired and spent on your wet sheets.

"i'll be back," he smirks, pulling the mask over his head and tightening it. "see you later, y/n"

he opens the door to the balcony, waves, and shoots a web into the night sky.

he left you in the bed, legs still shaking and cunt clenching from two amazing orgasms.

and he took your panties too.

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three days.

three whole fucking days.

you finished the essay and started a new one for your business class in those three days.

you read two books cover to cover in those three days, but couldn't answer a single question about them.

every noise made you jump, thinking it was riki. whenever you got a knock at your door you thought it was riki.

everything reminded you of riki.

your silk pajamas, the clorox wipes, your bed, the fucking floor.

how much longer was this going to go on?

it was 10pm on a saturday. you should be going out with friends, you should go out on a date you promised the boy from your graphic design class.

but you couldn't.

you just sat at your desk, staring at the page of paper that should have been filled with notes but was instead covered in little hearts and doodles of riki.

you traced the hem of your shorts, remembering riki's touch on your bare skin, his fingers ghosting over your thighs.

you glance out the window for the millionth time, hoping to see riki, but not really expecting to.

and you jump.

because he's there, grinning and leaning against the railing of your balcony, mask pulled off and hanging from his finger, hair wet from the heavy rain that had refused to let up since the last night you saw him.

you run to the door, sliding it open and stepping onto the balcony.

and you slap riki on the cheek.

hard.

"where the fuck were you?! you said you'd be back, little shit!"

riki's smirk fades quickly, a dark look gathering in his eyes the longer he looks at you.

"sorry, i was busy saving the damn city. did you stop to think i might have been a little tied up?"

"you could have let me know. i fucking waited for you, riki."

his fingers reach up to his cheek, tracing the blooming red mark from your blow.

and then he grips your wrist, shoving you back into your dorm.

you squeak, tripping over your feet as riki pushes you into the wall on the other side of your room, pinning you between his arms.

"you fucking slapped me." his voice is a growl now.

you manage to nod your head, but it was hard with riki's face only inches from yours. you could feel his breath on your face, uneven and angry.

"i came to talk to you-" he says, hands running harshly down your shoulders and to your breasts, squeezing them in his palms. "and you slap me. for your information-" he manhandles your waist now, turning you around and pushing you towards the bed. "givré escaped and i was trying to find the little shit. went all the fucking way to australia, still couldn't find him."

you whimper when he bends you over the bed, shoving your face into the comforter and grabbing your ass from behind.

"let me use you" he whispers into the dim room. "please"

you barely say yes before he's already pulling your shorts and panties off, exposing your cunt.

"shaved for me? little slut..." he mutters, taking off his suit and boxers, pumping his hard cock a few times before parting your lips with his thumbs and pushing into you.

your cunt stretched around his length, a burning pain that was relieved when riki started thrusting in and out, pulling completely out of your tight hole just to pound back in, over and over and over again.

tears filled your eyes with every thrust into you, each time he hit the spot that made you see stars released a sharp sob from your throat. his hand squeezed one of your ass cheeks before he leaned over you, chest pressed against your clothed back and gripping your neck, shoving you deeper into the mattress.

"please, riki, gonna cum... fuck"

he slaps your ass and you cry out in pain and white hot pleasure. "not cumming til i cum, slut" he murmurs in your ear, pounding his dick into you harder.

and he orgasms, a loud gasp leaving his mouth as he collapses on top of you, his seed filling whatever space was left in you, warm and thick.

he pulls out, watching his cum drip out of your used hole and onto the floor.

"fucking hell... you look so perfect like this, my cum filling you up, huh?"

and then you cum too, your body trembling as you squirt all over him, his chest painted with your slick, his lips hungry for more.

he grabs your hips and turns you around, pushing you onto the bed, letting you lay down before climbing in next to you, pulling you close to him and wrapping his arms around your waist.

your bodies lay entwined for a while, riki holding you so close that you could feel his heartbeat.

"riki?"

"hmm?"

"what did you want to talk about?"

"shit," he sits up, standing from the bed and walking over to the door, where he left a thick black briefcase you hadn't noticed he brought. "okay," he pulls his boxers back on and walks over to sit on the bed with you, where you were already rising to see what he was doing. "promise you'll listen before you answer"

you nod, a little scared.

he opens the case, revealing two syringes and another suit. a white one with a gold spider.

he pulls out the mask, handing it to you. "when i went to australia, i learned some things about givré. the first was that his base is in singapore. the second is that he also has powers. can turn whoever he looks at into ice as long as it looks him in the eyes."

"like medusa"

"yeah, like medusa." riki continues, "and the third, is that he's trying to take the technology that gave me powers and combine it with his genetics to make an army of weird ice-spider people."

"and this relates to me... how?"

"i can't take givré down on my own. his base is too heavily gaurded and there's no way i would be able to take him out alone. your... feminine charms... are exactly what i need, along with agility and just extra hands. so i want to turn you into a spiderman, spiderwoman, too."

"absolutely not." you look at him as if he had lost his mind, which he probably had.

"y/n," he looks at you with a softness in his eyes. "you know i wouldn't ask you to do this if i didn't think you could handle it, right? and i can help you. you're the only person i trust to do this with me."

"no, i'm the only person, period. you don't have anyone else who will help, do you?"

he shakes his head, a somber expression on his gorgeous face. "please," he pleads. "we could be a team." he raises a playful eyebrow, nudging your shoulder with his.

you sit in silence for a few minutes before giving him an answer.

"i'll do it, but only because i hate givré for hurting you," you trace a finger over the stitches healing on his shoulder. "he deserves to die."

riki nods, handing you the rest of the suit; letting you examine it.

"damn, that's nice."

riki nods. "you can put it on, but i need to inject these into you first." he points to the syringes, pulling one out and uncapping it.

"what are they?"

"one's the venom stuff that gives you weird spider powers, the other is a instant-reaction inducer that i perfected so that you get the powers faster. should only take an hour instead of a week."

"should?" you eye the other syringe, filled with purpleish pink liquid.

"i've... never tried it before. but it isn't particularly dangerous."

you give a wary nod, eyes refusing to leave the suspicious syringe in case it grew a pair of legs and plunged itself into your leg.

"we'll start with this one on your arm" riki uses an alcohol swab to wipe your arm before pressing the needle to it, plunging it into your skin and pushing the clear liquid into you.

you shake your arm, feeling a tingle run through your body that wasn't from the cold.

"and then this one." riki wipes another spot on your arm, and quickly pumps the needle and magenta serum into your bloodstream.

you shake your arm again, this time a sharp pain shooting from the puncture through your entire body.

"riki, it's stinging," you say, tears falling from your eyes. "fuck, i shouldn't have done this. shit shit shit."

riki laughs and pats your shoulder. "relax. the rats i tested it on had the same reaction. it goes away in about two minutes."

you raise your voice, practically yelling at riki in a stress-induced rage. "are you calling me a rat?!?!?!"

he bites back another laugh. "no, baby, you're much prettier than a rat. and smarter. and cleaner."

you frown, but already feel the pain lessening.

"put the suit on, let's see how it fits."

you slip the white fabric over your legs, unbuttoning your pajama shirt and pulling the rest over your shoulders.

"this is ridiculous" you say, the weird fabric at least two sizes too big to fit you.

"press the center of the spider."

you do as he says, and the fabric tightens around your body, fitting perfectly against your curves. the lining on the inside was smooth and silky, not chafing against your bare skin at all as you walk around the room. "damn, this feels awesome"

riki stares at you, transfixed.

"what?" you ask, chuckling.

"you look... gorgeous." he stands from the bed and grips your hips, his large hands holding you as he took in your accentuated curves. "like a goddess."

you blush, cheeks flaming. "thank you"

his lips press down into yours in a soft kiss, not urgent, just pure love.

love.

riki loved you.

but he didn't fully know what the feeling meant yet.

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"just jump!"

"thats like... seventy feet! what do you mean 'just jump'???"

"come onnn y/n, it's not as far as you think."

riki is crouched on the edge of the dorm building's roof, his mask back on as he tries to convince you to throw yourself off the edge.

"just get a running start. you know i can catch you if you fall"

you walk backwards, all the way to the other side of the roof, take one last glance at riki, and run.

every sense is heightened when you push off the edge, throwing yourself to the other building.

the wind, the rain, the sounds of people thirty stories below, the lights from akasaka and the convenience store on the main floor of the building across the street.

everything.

and as soon as it started, it was over.

you roll into a somersault onto the other roof, and land sitting with your legs spread, your hands bracing between them to stop your skull from smacking into the concrete.

riki cheers from the building you hurtled off of, standing up and clapping his hands wildly.

"lets gooo!!" he screams through the darkness, barely visible when you turn around to look at him.

you laugh and shoot a thumbs-up.

"what's next"

"let's use those webs"

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a few hours later, you and riki collapse in your room, laughing from exhaustion and the amount of webs stuck to riki's suit.

you definetly needed to work on your aim.

"your hand-eye coordination sucked" says riki, pulling his mask off and hanging it on the post of your bed. his head rested against the wall with his shoulders pressed into the bed while you were sprawled out on the floor, hair a mess around your face.

it wasn't easy to pull all of it into the mask, but with riki's help you managed to fit all of it under the fabric with only a few strands sticking out.

not bad, it would just take some getting used to.

"sorry, i've only had the powers for two hours. i had to get used to it." you laugh, kicking the part of his leg you could reach.

he rolls his eyes, flipping around to lay on his stomach and kiss you off the side of the bed.

you turned to face him better, your lips pressing into his, hands reaching up and grabbing his jaw. he whined into your mouth, and his cheeks went red when you opened your eyes to look at him.

he was flustered.

cute.

"did you... whimper?" you giggle, hands still tracing his jawline.

he rolls his eyes again, pulling away from you and trying to play it off. "it felt good. sue me."

you laugh again, wrapping your fingers around the back of his head and pulling him into your lips again, taking the lead again.

he folded easily in your arms when you crawled up into the bed, your head in the pillows with his nestled into your shoulder and his hands wrapped around your waist.

you rub your hand through his hair, and he whines again in absolute bliss.

your heart hurt.

he was so sweet. so considerate. so loving.

he tossed a leg over yours, cuddling closer to you, even with both of your suits on.

and thats how you two fell asleep, limbs tangled and riki's head resting in the crook of your neck.

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"we should go to singapore soon."

you look up at riki from where you hung by your legs on the balcony, blood rushing out of your head.

"really? it's only been three days!" you say, climbing to sit upright on the ledge. riki leans against the wall, randomly shooting webs into the early morning sky.

"givré's not gonna wait for us. you're better now too. i think we need to go as soon as possible."

you walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his chest and looking up at him, resting your chin against his chest.

"i'm scared." your voice is small, shaky.

riki smiles softly, his finger brushing a stray hair from your face. "me too." he kisses your forehead. "i won't lose you."

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you were on the plane three hours later.

riki knew you'd go. he had already booked the flights, already had a bag packed.

you had never been on a plane before. you hadn't done a lot of things before, but riki taught you.

neither of you packed much. just a change of clothes, your phones and chargers, some water bottles, and the suits in a backpack.

riki sat next to you on the plane, giving you the window seat and sitting next to the aisle. his hand rested on your thigh posessively. your skin tingled under his touch.

when the plane took off, you squeezed riki's hand. he smirked when you shut your eyes during turbulence. you opened them to find him smiling, and you hit his arm lightly.

"you're cute" he says, rubbing your leg.

"i'm nervous"

his fingers trail further and further up your thigh, almost touching the apex of your legs.

"then relax" he whispers, knuckles grazing your throbbing clit.

a defeated moan leaves your mouth, and he leans in to whisper in your ear.

"be quiet for me baby. don't want anyone hearing what i do to you. those noises are fucking mine."

you clap a hand over your mouth when he slips a hand into your shorts, sliding his finger between your folds and dragging it up and down.

he laughs darkly, kissing your jaw when he plunges a finger into your aching hole.

every sound you suppress makes you clench around his finger even more, his thumb rubbing your clit for more stimulation. he pushes another finger into your cunt, stretching your walls as your hips buck slightly into his hand.

"shh baby, stay quiet for me. stay quiet and you can cum."

you bite your palm, as he curls his fingers inside you, hitting deep and hard.

and when you fell apart on him, he grinned triumphantly, feeling your pussy clamp onto his fingers as you came over his hand.

he laughed, pulling his hand out of your pants and licking your slick off of them, a tiny groan leaving your lips as he sucks you off of his digits.

just as he finishes, a flight attendant walks down the aisle, and hands you both a bag of crackers and a napkin.

"in case you need to clean up" she says as she walks away, leaving you with a red face and another sly smile on riki's face.

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you were asleep when the plane landed.

riki was surprised you actually were able to rest. he spent the seven hours on his computer, buying acces to the plane's wifi and scouring the internet for any information on givré.

he found almost nothing.

but he did find something.

he poked your cheek with his middle finger, waking you up with a chuckle.

"w-what?" you ask, rubbing your eyes and clearing your throat.

"we landed. and i found some stuff on givré."

"really?"

"yup. apparently, he went to college." he says, turning the laptop to you where a website of a prestigious university in france was open.

"how did he do that without any other records? he doesn't exist!"

"thats what i thought." says riki, typing away on the keyboard. "then i did research into the workers at the college. i scoured the benefactors recognition page and found this guy."

he shows you the screen. there was a picture of a black haired man, he had a long face and pale skin, with grey hairs and glasses, he looked important.

"okay...and he's significant because...." you say, confused.

"he's significant because he's givré's father."

you stare at riki, your eyebrows raised skeptically.

"this guy, gabriel dubois, is a well known scientist. graduated high school at 10, went to that school because his mom went too and had connections, not like he needed them. graduated with his bachelors when he was 12 and got a masters in genetics when he was 15. he worked for a lab in germany for a long time before he got married at 21."

you nod along with riki's words, following his story.

"he started his own study in genetics, using a grant he got from the university to start helping the french government in growing reproduction rates and using genetics to strengthen traits and stuff. he had two daughters, twins, and when he died he donated half of his will to the university. they built a memorial for him too."

"so where's givré in this story?"

"givré is the illegitimate affair child of another woman." riki says, a half smile on his face.

"how the fuck could you possibly know that"

"emails from gabriel and the lady, sarah. it wasn't too hard to get into gabriel's google account. found the messgaes along with pictures and updates on givré. gabriel made sarah keep givré hidden, not wanting anything to happen to himself or the kid. gabriel was able to use his status in the college to pull strings and get givré into the school even though he didn't 'exist.'"

"wow. nepo baby much?" you say, laughing.

"exactly, anyways, givré apparently inherited his daddy's genes, ironically, because he got a masters in genetics too. thats the only trace of him i could find. so now we just have to figure out what the fuck he's working on in singapore. with his base empty it'll be easy to take a peek."

you stand up with riki when everyone starts exiting the plane, filing out of the tight chamber and into the singapore airport.

when you leave the gate, you almost instantly see the waterfall.

"oh my god!" you gasp, staring at the massive structure. an open circle in the ceiling of the huge building. crystal water flowed straight to the ground, a massive pond catching the flow. foliage in all shades of green decorated the whole place, surrounding the stores and balconies.

it was absolutely beautiful.

riki's hand slipped around your waist, pulling you close to him.

"i saw it last time and wished you were here with me," he said, kissing your cheek when a grin spread across your lips.

you giggle, turning your head to peck his lips, and then start walking to the escalator, pulling riki with you.

he follows you to the base of the fountain, watching you stick your hands in the clear water.

he pulls his phone out and takes a picture of you, your back to him, hair in a messy ponytail and your backpack slung over one shoulder.

he puts his phone back in his pocket when you turn to walk back to him, taking a mental note to set that as his wallpaper when he has the chance.

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"so when do we storm the castle?" you ask, your head hanging off the edge of the motel bed as you scroll through instagram.

riki's on the other side of the bed, head resting on the headboard and your foot in his hands.

when you sat down and took off your shoes, you mentioned they hurt. five seconds later, he was massaging your sore feet.

it was sweet.

"tonight. we should go around eleven. it's gonna be better if it's dark."

you nod, lifting your head to look at him.

"we can do whatever for nine whole hours bro"

"bro?" he asks, looking wounded. "bro!?"

you laugh and roll your eyes. "chill bro."

he grabs your calves, dragging you up and into his lap. your cheeks flush, embarrassment so plain on your face.

he presses his forehead to yours, whispering in the small gap between you.

"don't fucking call me bro. your bro doesn't get to fuck you. your bro doesn't get to kiss you like i do. i'm not your fucking bro."

you squeal when he flips over you, pressing you into the mattress and kissing you like his life depended on it.

like he was teaching you a lesson.

your hands trace the outline of his abs through his hoodie, nails scratching through the thick fabric as best as they could. his lips trail down to your neck, sucking on your skin and licking the marks he left.

you push him away, and he gives you a confused look.

"i'm hungry, bro"

he grips your hip as he moves to kneel between your legs and stare furiously at you.

"you're so fucking lucky we need to save our energy for tonight, or my dick would already be halfway down your throat."

you laugh sultrily, rolling over and onto your stomach and going right back to scrolling on your phone.

riki scowls and lays next to you, kissing you on your temple as he turns on the tv and secretly takes a picture of you with a loosened ponytail and your phone in hand.

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riki took you to dinner that night.

nothing fancy, just a hole in the wall sushi place in a strip mall that had good reviews on yelp.

but he was sweet. he remembered you said you didn't like fish eggs, so he ate them for you. he asked about school, apologized for taking you away even with the workload you had, and told you stories about his life.

something you hadn't known much about.

he had two sisters, a dog, friends. people who didn't know about his secret life at night.

that made you feel special.

he liked to dance, even taught classes with his older sister to kids and teens.

adorable.

he dabbled in art, painted and drew a little bit. when the check came he sketched a picture of an anime character on the back.

you kept it, folded it and put it in your pocket.

he noticed.

you went and got ice cream afterwards, huge cones that you could barely hold without dropping.

riki got one with durian on it, you warned him not to, having heard the horrors of the rotting garbage scented fruit, but he was set on it.

you laughed when he spat it out onto the dirt, wiping his tounge with a napkin.

"i didn't know it would be that bad!" he said, licking his vanilla ice cream in a desperate attempt to get the taste out of his mouth.

you shake your head in dissapointment, handing him your stronger, chocolate flavored dessert so he could taste something else.

you walked back to the motel, sitting cross legged on the bed and talking about life, family, dreams.

he held your head in his lap when you got sleepy, rubbing neck and advising you to get some rest before you had to start getting ready to find givré's hideout.

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"do you have everything?" riki asks, pulling the sleeve of his suit over his shoulder and tightening it to fit his body.

you nod, suit already on and your hidden utility belt filled with extra web fluid, a small tazer, a tranq blowdart thing that riki developed, and a bunch of other weapons and devices.

riki stands behind you when you look in the mirror, studying the suit.

"what's up?" he asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder.

you shrug. "it's just weird, having powers, bring a hero. i don't even feel like one. i don't want to lose you, so i feel like the only way not to is to help.

he nods, kissing you on your temple- his new favorite spot. "i feel the same way. honestly, i'm so proud of you for being brave. for helping me, for being here. i promise i'll protect you."

you stand in silence together, staring at eachother through the mirror.

then he pulls away, grabbing his phone and taking a picture of the two of you in the mirror, your head tilted up and to the side as you smile at him and his hand resting on your hip.

you giggle, telling him to text the photo to you and walking away from the mirror.

he favorites the photo, wanting to remember this moment forever.

×××××××

it was 11:13 when the two of you arrived at the warehouse.

riki found gabriel's will and saw the property was left to sarah, listed as a childhood family friend, but givré was the one who used it.

the building was about the size of an airplane hangar, gaurds at every entrance. the main one had three, and the two side ones had two each.

you and riki were crouched on a water tower, riki steadily watching the side entrance closest to you.

the technology in the masks made it easier to see, the high contrast filter and enlarging lens made it easier for riki to keep tabs on the gaurds.

you fiddled with your suit, shooting webs onto the water tower and molding them into little animals while you waited for riki.

"okay, i have a plan." riki says, not taking his eyes off of the men below.

"shoot." you say, putting down your web cow.

"they rotate every thirty minutes. there are two inside the warehouse every rotation, its like a big circle."

you listen intently, waiting for his direction.

"i need a distraction from one door so i can slip into the warehouse and take a look around. that's where you come in. i need you to get the two gaurds to pay attention to you."

"how do you want me to do that?"

"preferably something that's gonna cloud their judgement. also, the suit turns into an anklet if that's a piece of information you'd like to use."

you can feel the smirk in his voice. but you nod, jump off the tower, and swing into the forest next to the warehouse.

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riki waited for you.

he sat on the water tower, one of the web fishes you made in his hand, and watched the gaurds.

he thought he was ready for you.

but he wasn't.

he watches as a figure stumbles out of the treeline, dirty, ragged, and running towards the gaurds.

he zooms in.

you.

fucking naked.

he knew that's what you were going to do. that's what he wanted you to do. but now he wasn't so sure that's what he really wanted.

because he didn't want other people to see you the way he got to see you. you were his.

he was yours.

but he pushes through, watching as you catch the gaurds' attention.

they fucking noticed.

you grab one of their arms, pleading for help, begging him to save you.

riki saw the gleam in their eyes.

fucking assholes.

you told them you were kidnapped. raped. you had run from the man, and needed shelter.

and they believed you, each one grabbed your arm and pulled you into the warehouse.

riki dropped down to the ground and darted to the door just before it closed, stopping it with his foot and peeking in.

he had to bite back a laugh.

because there you were. your suit was back on and you already had one gaurd on the ground, the other in a headlock with your legs wrapped around his waist and a web covering his mouth.

riki jumped in, tazing the guy in the neck and letting you climb off of him. your hair was a wild mess, covered in mud and knotted at the ends.

riki pulled his own off and kissed you, the mud from your nose smearing on his cheek and his hands holding you tightly.

when he pulled away, he laughed. "you're a fucking brilliant actress"

"yeah, you would think so."

"hey, not my fault you were gorgeous. you actually convinced them."

he helps you pull your hair up and put the mask back on, hiding your face along with his.

"what is this place?" you ask, finally looking around the room you were in.

"looks like a storage closet?" riki holds up a lab coat from a hanger. your hand traced a box filled with safety goggles and gloves.

"let's keep looking." you open the door and poke your head out of the closet, checking for anyone in the hallway.

you motion for riki to follow you, walking past windowed rooms with thousands of mice, rats, and guinea pigs.

the smell was horrid.

like death, shit, and chemicals.

riki pressed a button on his belt, breathing faster now.

you cocked your head at him, and he reached over to press the same button on yours.

you didn't smell it anymore.

an air filter.

you kept walking, past doors with complex locks, windows that were covered yet had light seeping through curtians, and branching hallways.

it reminded you of a hospital.

riki pointed at a door with a lock that was slightly ajar, carefully slipping his fingers into the crevice

your heart pounded.

riki opened the door, and was met with an armored gaurd.

he instantly tazed the bulky man in the neck, the spot the least covered and most vulnerable.

he collapsed, and you kept walking, stepping over the body while riki tied him up with webs.

you gasped. the room was filled with rows and rows of vials, bright blue goo filling the thin tubes.

riki looked up, picking a vial from the row closest to him and twirling it in his fingers.

"this is it."

you watch riki as he drops the vial to the ground crushing it under his foot.

"we should take a few" you say, grabbing a couple from the stand.

"yeah. here are some stoppers" riki says, handing you some corks from the counter against the wall.

you slip three tubes into your belt, tucking them safely away with a few webs to cushion them.

"should we burn the place?" you ask, turning around to riki.

but it isn't just riki in the room.

givré is right behind him, glasses covering his eyes, blue streak prominent as ever, and his turtleneck wrinkled.

"what the hell are you doing here?" you ask, causing riki to spin around and look at givré.

"i should be asking you that question. i didn't know spidey had a girlfriend!"

givré struts around the room, making his way towards a counter.

you shoot a web, covering a gun that was sitting on the tiled surface.

givré chuckles, tounge poking out of his hollow cheek.

"okay. okay. what do you want to know?"

riki holds his ground, pulling a gun from under the table.

"we already know what this is for. obviously you escaped prison, obviously you want to do something to somebody. who else know's whats happening here?" he aims the weapon at givré. a threat.

"there's no one else. i couldn't risk people finding out.looks like that didn't matter" says givré. you can see the nervousness plain on his face, hands shaking.

"okay. great. oh, one more thing," says riki, hand steady. "i think i deserve a little revenge, huh?" he points the gun at givré's heart, cocking it with his free hand.

givré whimpers, falling to his knees.

"please, please don't kill me. please"

"oh, i won't." says riki, chuckling. "but the fire will."

he shoots givré in the shoulder, blood sprouting on the white of his sweater.

you tie him up with webs, sticking him to the ground as riki smashes all the vials he could reach, destroying almost everything that givré worked towards.

"you have a match?"

"yup. this stuff is 100% flammable, it'll be easy to destroy everything. lets light her up."

and that's when you run, flames erupting behind you and riki as you race down the hall and out of the storage room, swinging up to the water tower and watching the warehouse erupt.

"i feel kind of bad for the animals" you say, pulling off your mask.

"it's better they die than be tested on. trust me, i only had a few and i still regret testing on them."

you watch the building burn, walls crumbling and the gaurds racing around, trying to find givré and the missing ones.

riki pulls out a knife, pries open the in the water tower, and lets the cold liquid flow down into the wreckage.

it's over.

for now.

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"you have got to be kidding me"

riki is standing in your doorway, holding a boquet of lego flowers shaped like spiders, a stupid grin on his face and a box of chocolates under his arm.

"happy eight months to my little eight legged partner in crime!"

"what the actual fuck?" you say, laughing when you open the chocolates and see little plastic spiders decorating the inside.

riki walks in and kisses you, and you kiss him right back, putting the flowers and chocolates on your desk just before he picks you up and carries you out onto the balcony.

"you like them?" he whispers, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"i love them. i love you. my little spiderman."

"woah woah woah," he says, dropping you onto the floor of the balcony. "i wouldn't say little."

"i mean...." you giggle and grab his hand. "i think your hand is bigger than your dick."

"they're like... the same size!" he protests, looking at his hand compared to yours and laughing even in frustration.

"i think you need to prove it."

riki chuckles and picks you back up. "i was planning to watch the sunset with you but now i'd rather watch you under me."

he puts you on the bed, climbing over you and kissing you. "happy anniversary"

"happy anniversary riks" you say breathlessly.

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a.n- AHAHAHHA SPIDERMAN RIKI AHAHHAHAHA im fine im fine im fineeee.... tysm for reading! comment if youd like to join my tagilst and lmk if you have any reqs in my asks!

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{Klaus Mikaelson x F!Reader} Request { @xtwistedchaosx }: "Where are my Klaus lovers for my Kinktober asks?" I have been summoned! First, I want to say, I absolutely love your writing and your blog. It always makes me happy seeing you post not just your fics but the responses you have for your followers as well. You're so amazing! Ok! Enough with the sap and on to the debauchery! I have two fem-reader asks (I'm being greedy I know, totally happy if you only choose one) 1. Spanking/Impact Play and Bondage Reader has been acting like an absolute brat and Klaus just sets them right. 2. Breeding/size kink No real guideline on this one, you get it. I know you do. I would let this man do the nastiest things to me, my morals straight out the door. Anyways! Love ya and you're doing the horny gods work by feeding us the month of Kinktober 🥰

♡♡♡ Thank you!!! you are so sweet. & Girlllll, I see you... I understand you... I went with #1 because that man lovess to put people in their place ~ XOXO ♡♡♡

2.1k words {remember how I said these requests were only going to be 500 to 1k???? lol I LIED} - Kinks: Klaus being Klaus, dom / sub, spanking, bondage & an awkward dinner party...

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that, darling?" Klaus looked across the table at you, the corners of his mouth pulling up into a slight smile as he waited for you to answer. You knew you were in trouble, that his eyes were boring into you, daring you to try him. You could feel his stare burning a hole into you. It took everything in you to finally look up at him, only to see the amusement on his face, knowing that you had to repeat yourself and there was nothing you could do to get out of it.

"I said," you started, keeping your tone level and trying to make it seem like you weren't bothered by having to repeat yourself, "that you could be nicer to your family." Your voice came out much smaller than you would have liked, your confidence quickly dissipating under his intense gaze.

Rebekah's soft chuckled broke the tense silence that had formed after your comment. Elijah looked like he wanted to laugh but was holding back and Kol had a full-on grin on his face, looking like a child on Christmas morning.

"She's right, Nik," Kol chimed in, "You really could be nicer."

The fact that Kol was defending you wasn't helping your current situation, only making you more nervous, knowing that his agreement was going to piss off Klaus further.

"I have my reasons," Klaus said, his voice eerily calm. He had moved his gaze from you, staring at Kol instead.

"Oh, come on," Rebekah added, "Can't we have a normal family dinner?"

"No," Klaus snapped, "I won't be lectured on how to treat my own family."

"Niklaus," Elijah cut in, trying to stop the fight that was brewing, "That's not what anyone meant."

You had remained quiet, letting everyone speak and not wanting to add to the conversation. The siblings were prone to dissolving into bickering at the smallest thing. You were used to it, but tonight was worse than usual, and you had started it.

"Maybe," Kol said, "You should listen to your girlfriend."

You tried to hold back a smile at Kol's comment, not wanting to draw attention back to yourself, but you couldn't help the small giggle that escaped your lips.

"That's enough," Elijah said firmly, interrupting Klaus from answering.

"It is," Klaus agreed, "In fact, it's time for everyone to leave."

"What? Why?" Rebekah protested, "You always have to ruin everything."

Kol scoffed and stood, "Fine, I have better things to do."

Rebekah and Kol both left, slamming the door behind them, leaving you and Elijah alone with Klaus. Elijah gave you an apologetic smile, before standing up, "I'll let you two talk."

You watched the one person who could talk your boyfriend down from any situation walk away. Your gaze shifted back to Klaus and he was glaring at you.

"What?" you snapped, trying to play innocent, even though you knew exactly what you had done. "Why did you kick them all out?"

"You know why," Klaus growled, his voice low, a clear warning. You didn't say anything, just shrugged, knowing it would rile him up. "They weren't going to stop and you kept pushing."

"Well... They had some valid points..." You muttered, shifting in your seat as you fidgeted with the hem of your dress and tried to avoid Klaus' gaze.

Klaus stood and walked over to you, grabbing the chair and pulling it back from the table. You looked up at him and his eyes were darker, a look that meant you were definitely in trouble.

"Have you forgotten your place?" he asked, tilting his head and smirking, clearly enjoying your reaction.

You bit your lip and shook your head, trying not to give him a smart remark. He leaned down and pulled you up from the chair, kissing you deeply. You melted into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

Klaus pulled away, "Upstairs. Now."

You turned and rushed upstairs, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. You could hear Klaus following behind you, and once you reached the bedroom, he grabbed you, spinning you around and pressing you against the wall.

"Are you going to behave?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.

"No," you teased, sticking your tongue out.

Klaus smirked and crashed his lips against yours, his hands roaming over your body. He kissed his way down to your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin, causing you to whimper and moan.

"On the bed, now," Klaus ordered.

You did as he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He walked over to the closet, taking his sweet time, enjoying watching you squirm and become impatient.

"Take off your clothes."

"Make me," you challenged, not caring how much you were pushing him.

Klaus flashed over to you, his eyes glowing and a wicked smirk on his face, "Is that how we're playing tonight?"

You nodded, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips. Klaus let out a low chuckle, leaning over and kissing you again, his tongue pushing into your mouth and dominating the kiss. You moaned against his lips and he pulled away, flashing to the closet again.

"I think you need a reminder," he called from inside, "Of who is in charge."

He emerged with a box and placed it on the bed, opening it and pulling out a few items. Your heart began to race, knowing exactly what was in the box, and not wanting to show how excited you were.

"Hands," he ordered, and you held them out. He wrapped the soft rope around your wrists, securing it tightly.

"Lay back," Klaus said, pushing you down on the bed.

You giggled and bit your lip, feeling his strong hands grip your ankles and pull you down to the end of the bed. He knelt on the floor and pushed your legs apart, his fingers brushing over your clothed pussy, making you gasp.

"Already so wet," Klaus chuckled. He moved your panties to the side and began rubbing your clit, making you moan. "Do you get off on making me upset?"

"Y-yes," you stuttered, bucking your hips.

Klaus laughed, moving his hand away from your clit, instead sliding his fingers into your dripping cunt, pumping them in and out. He leaned in and kissed your thigh, sucking and biting the soft skin, leaving marks.

"Klaus, please," you begged, wanting him to touch your clit again.

"Oh no, you don't get to boss me around tonight," Klaus said, curling his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot, making you moan and arch your back. "I'm the one in charge, remember?"

You nodded, trying to catch your breath, the pleasure overwhelming. Klaus pulled his fingers out of your pussy, replacing them with his tongue, licking and sucking at your clit. Your hands balled into fists, wanting so badly to grip his hair and push him further, but unable to do so.

Klaus pushed your legs up, resting them on his shoulders and burying his face between your thighs. He groaned at the taste of you, the way your thighs shook as he worked you up. He continued to lick and suck at your clit, his hands gripping your hips and holding you down as you bucked and squirmed.

"Fuck, Nik, please," you cried, the pleasure building inside you, your pussy clenching around nothing.

Just when you were about to reach your peak, Klaus pulled away, standing and leaving you a panting, quivering mess. He wiped his mouth, licking his lips, his gaze hungry and lustful.

"I didn't tell you that you could cum, did I?" he teased.

"No," you whimpered, desperate for release.

"Well, then," he said, his eyes sparkling, "You'll have to wait."

You watched him slowly get undressed, taking his time and enjoying your frustration. You bit your lip, admiring his muscular body, your eyes traveling down his chest, over his abs, and landing on his rock-hard cock, making your mouth water.

He saw where your gaze lingered, a smug smirk on his face. He reached down, stroking himself, letting out a soft moan. "You want this, don't you?"

"Yes," you whined, squirming.

"Then beg for it."

"Please, Nik," you whimpered, "Please, fuck me."

Klaus walked over, standing between your legs and leaning down, pressing his body against yours. You could feel his hard cock against your thigh, making you even more desperate.

"Please, Klaus," you begged, "I'll be a good girl."

"Promise?" he whispered, kissing along your neck.

You nodded, unable to form words.

Klaus grabbed your hips, flipping you over and pulling you up onto your knees. You felt his hands on your ass, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. He pressed his hand into your back, forcing your chest and face into the mattress, while his other hand moved to your ass, squeezing and slapping the soft skin.

You let out a small whimper, feeling his cock press against your entrance, the anticipation killing you. He let out a low hum, sliding his cock inside your pussy, stretching you and making you gasp. He started with a slow, steady pace, teasing you. You pushed back against him, trying to get him to go faster, but he smacked your ass, hard, and you whimpered.

"Patience, love," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

He began to thrust harder, his cock slamming into you, hitting just the right spot and making you moan. But every time you got close to the edge, he'd slow down and strike your ass, reminding you that he was in control.

Your skin was hot and flushed, sweat beading on your forehead. Klaus leaned down, his chest pressing against your back and his lips against your ear.

"You're mine, do you understand?" he growled, his voice rough and possessive. "You don't get to act like a brat anymore."

"Yes," you moaned, "I'm sorry."

Klaus chuckled, his hand tangling in your hair and pulling your head back. He kissed and sucked at the exposed skin of your neck, making you gasp and moan. Then his hand came down on your ass, making you yelp. He continued to spank you, alternating between hard and soft, sending waves of pleasure and pain through your body.

You were a trembling, whimpering mess, unable to focus on anything other than the sensation of Klaus fucking you. He had pushed your face into the mattress, his body pinning you down, and his cock buried deep inside you. The heat and friction were too much, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge.

He let out a soft laugh at your desperation, pulling away from you, leaving you face down on the bed. His hands slid under your body, lifting you up and placing you in his lap. Your wrists were still bound, but Klaus made quick work of untying them, massaging the tender flesh.

"You alright, love?" he whispered, kissing and sucking at your neck.

"Yes," you breathed, looking up at him through your lashes.

He grinned and smacked your ass, making you yelp. "Good," he growled, "Now ride my cock."

You did as he commanded, straddling his hips and sinking down onto his thick shaft. His hands rested on your hips, guiding you, and his mouth was all over you, kissing, biting, and sucking little marks into your skin.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails raking across his back, as you bounced up and down on his cock. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and whimpers, Klaus' groans, and the slapping of skin. His hand kept slipping down to your ass, squeezing and smacking it, the pain mixing with the pleasure and sending you into a frenzy.

You could feel the tension building, your body aching for release, and you knew Klaus was close too, his cock throbbing inside you. His hand slipped between your legs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing the sensitive bud, and you couldn't hold back any longer. Your body tensed, and you let out a cry, the orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Klaus followed soon after, groaning and burying his face in your neck.

"Fuck, love," he panted, his breath hot against your skin.

You collapsed against him, exhaustion washing over you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked, a slight tease in his voice.

"Maybe...," you mumbled, "I'm always going to speak my mind, though."

"Oh, I know," he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "That's what I love about you."

"Mmm," you hummed, nuzzling against him. "I love you too, Nik."

You closed your eyes, basking in the afterglow, knowing that no matter how many times you misbehaved, Klaus would always put you back in your place.

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Trafalgar Law on touching and being touched

It won't be a perverted post despite the title lol. But I won't stop your imagination, be free!

There's this funny theme going on with Law and Luffy in particular that picked my interest.

Luffy touched him first.

And he later returned the gesture, much more awkwardly.

Again, Luffy grabbed him angrily first.

Law made sure to return the gesture. (btw he also does it with Zoro, who was the first one to wrap an arm around him at post-Dressrosa feast. In Wano Law has no problem grabbing Zoro and shouts at him angrily. Again, it was Zoro who initiated the touch first).

Law grabbing Luffy to teleport them makes Luffy react in a curious way, you wanna know why?

Because it totally feels like this moment. Both Law and Ace, right after getting uncuffed, grabbed Luffy in same way to get him to a safer place. Ace-Law parallel in relation to Luffy kills me. The whole Dressrosa arc's plotline between Luffy and Law is just Marineford Went Well This Time. Ngl I kinda hated Oda at first for that. Now i dig it.

He didn't seem to like that. Luffy says "Let's all get along well!", but Law thinks alliances don't have to "get along".

Mistranslation here. What Law says here, being so surprised, is "nakayoshi ka?!" which means "you two get along?!" or "you two are buddy-buddies?!". It's a callback to Luffy declaring that Law and Strawhats crew should get along (he uses same word then, nakayoku-get along), Law learns here that Luffy's crew indeed "gets along well". You can interpret it whatever way you wish, but I will use it this time to put this scene into context:

The same gesture Luffy did to him before, but Law didn't return it to Luffy - that's because they're not crewmates. But he takes the lesson to heart and "gets along" with his own crew. Omg I can't believe i'm writing it, I make Law sound like this completely awkward adult who doesn't know how to be friends with people.

But bear with me, the shit is only starting. If you don't want to have feels I reccommend you just laugh at it and stop reading here. I digged up a feels landmine by accident. In-depth study starts below!

It's also a possible callback to the "reassurance" Law got from Cora-san. "I'm counting on you to escape" and Law did. He counts for his crew to steer the submarine well in similar manner.

Law's family didn't seem very touchy-feely, so please keep that in mind as well. He's got limited experience with touches and the few touches he did get familiar with were either taken away from him or brutalized.

Law getting patted on the head lovingly by his parent.

Next time this loving gesture happens, he gets thrown from like two-floor building into a pile of garbage.

And then he gets lied to that everything will be fine. We all know it wasn't.

Do you still wonder why he hates being touched on the head?

The sister touches his face gently while showing child Law support and compassion, reminding him not to despair, someone kind will help him.

Corazon doing the same gentle touch to the face while crying for him, thinking of all the pain Law had to experience. Indeed, the world sent Law someone kind. And Law lost him and blames himself for that.

Law holding Lammy's hand while lying to her that it will be alright. He never does that gesture again to anyone.

The sister holding Law's hand.

"Don't come closer! Don't touch us! We will get infected!" even doing the barrier gesture (I guess that's why Law doesn't get along with Bartolomeo). I used only few examples, there is much more, I just couldn't bear posting them all. Anyway, Law's got the message, his touch is unwanted. The body and mind remembers this.

Similar shit said at the auction in Sabaody about Fishmen, we don't see Law's reaction to that, but we can guess already that it was for sure triggering. Those people talking are sitting not that far away from him.

Ever wondered why Law throws people when teleporting? Besides the fact he avoids making contact with anyone unless they initiate it first, because that trauma is still strong in him ("Stay away! Don't come closer!"), there is one other possible reason:

Wonder no more! He does it to people because that's how people treated him as well, even people who apparently loved him.

Now that I have ruined the "Law is just an awkward unsocial nerd" joke for you, let me offer something to warm your heart a bit in exchange:

Corazon made sure to touch Law a lot and hold him in his arms, despite being often clumsy about it. I think he understood Law's trauma about being touched and his fear to touch or approach anyone, and tried to help him overcome it.

Being hugged and trying to return the gesture. Corazon's efforts did bring some results! But it only works for very few people, Law is still wary of people he doesn't know well. He expects to be unwanted and acts uneccessarily cold, distant and unapproachable because of that. But if you scroll back to the beginning of this post, you can see that he is trying his best to overcome it as well, one step at a time. Some things just can't be rushed.

And hey, at least he seems to be actually relaxed and almost like he *enjoys* being carried around. You think it makes him look uncool? Definitely. But suddenly it feels like Something Important, kinda intimate in a way and not just a silly comedy moment. It's a sign Law relies on people when he lets them carry him and that's why he doesn't protest.

Sanji is like "Why are you relaxing like that?! Get off!!" Finally, it makes sense why Law makes such a sour face here. Sanji should be grateful for the rare privileage after all! Anyway, this is anime-only extension, in manga Sanji actually doesn't tell Traffy to get off and Law chooses to scramble by himself, which doesn't taint the fragile trust those two just shared.

For those who made it to the end of this post, have I ruined Law's comedy moments for you forever? Because I sure just did that for myself.

I could also add one more cute thing from One Piece World Seeker Law's dlc, but I will let those interested to discover it by themselves!

I'm also amazed by the consistency of this theme. Both manga and anime never forget that touch is seemingly a big deal for Law.

[ofcourseiwillmydarling]

❗I accidentally deleted the draft where I answered to the ask so I'm reposting it like this. Anyway, TYSM anon ! Means a lot to me ! I always feel like what I'm writing makes absolute no sense LOL. I hope you enjoy! 🫡🩵

a/n: Tomorrow I go back to class but we're up to a slow start, so I'll try to post as much as I can during these months ! If you guys have any other requests - about any soa character (both male and female) - dont be shy to send them, I have so much fun doing these & I looove hearing your thoughts ! ♡

! REQUESTS ARE OPEN

TW: mean !Jax & rough sex.

"Aw fuck - darlin' - what'd he do?" Your eyes are puffy and red - lashes clumping together from your tears - lips swollen from biting them. Jax makes a soft mouth sound as he sweeps his thumb over your cheekbone, rubbing slow, soft circles meant to soothe you.

"Clay," you sob. "He said I was jus' a cheap lay to you," your voice cracks and more tears fall across your pathetic, broken expression. "Jesus Christ," He hisses between clenched teeth. He's seething. "Where is he?"

You shake your head, digging your fingers into the lapels of his vest. "He left," you murmur. "Jus' leave it alone." The words hitched in your throat - blathering something incoherent.

"Baby," he urges. He can hear your heart beginning to thump - pounding too hard and too fast against your chest. "You're with me. You're okay." He rubs his cheek firmly against your own - skin sheathed in cool sweat - his nose probing your hairline.

It ends like it always does. He threads his fingers through your hair - tugging the strands gently - before he crashes his mouth against yours. "I love you."

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He wraps his fingers around the bends of your knees - forcing them apart. He is hard between your legs; tip leaking and heavy as it presses against your belly. Fisting his cock, he sinks into you in one brutal stroke. He's meaner today. He had hurt you with his words, even when he'd slam the thick of him inside your cunt till you'd bruise, but it never mattered. You were too in love for it to ever matter. This was for him. Not you.

You don't know the specifics about his 'jobs' - he couldn't tell you - but you do know the state that he comes home in. You let him use you as he needs.

"Jackie," You mewl - brow wrinkling in discomfort - as you reach for him. You're full of him. You wonder if you could feel him if you placed your hand on your belly. You cradle the hinge of his jaw and you're blathering against the slope of his cheekbone. You hiccup and sniff - you couldn't help it - he's stretching you apart and it aches something fierce. "Quit whinin'." he bits out as he hits balls deep - cock hitting something deep and sensitive inside of you.

You meet each thrust - even though your cunt is raw - lifting your hips to take his cock again and again. "Don't stop - fuck - m'close." He rolls his hips into you - grinding his pelvic bone against against the peak of your sex - knocking a sharp cry from your kiss-swollen lips. Rough and sharp. It's aggressive and a little ugly - still, you kiss him like you're dying.

He tightens his grip on your waist as you writhe against his hold. He ducks his head - rubbing his cheek firmly against yours - as he presses deeper. He can feel you tighten up - muscles clamping down his length - and fucks you through it. "That's it," he exhales against your teeth - you feel his cock pulse inside you - hips stuttering against your own. "Fuck - I love you."

Still — he leaves. But oh - it feels just like love.

[lyrefromthesea]

Hello! I was wondering if I could please request the Hashiras taking reader to a summer festival? I love a good fluffy seasonal scenario lol thank you🫶❤️ I love your writing style and can’t wait to see what you come up with!!

Hashira x Reader - Summer Festival

author's note: sadly i did not manage to imagine Shinobu in this scenario, for the sake of not misinterpreting her character, i decided to leave her out of my post. i apologize and hope you'll get to enjoy the other pillars.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader, Mitsuri x reader

content warning: none

Tengen:

you cocked your eyebrow at Tengen when he made a loud noise, imitating the sound of a buzzer telling you that you're in the wrong.

"what is it?" you ask, more than confused and mildly annoyed. he wore his hair down today, multiple pieces of jewelry making him stand out more than the other visitors.

"your outfit, it's good, but it could be better!" he claimed, pointing at the yukata you were wearing. you looked down at yourself, almost feeling a bit insulted by his words. it was rather simple, but you thought it would be enough.

"you need something more flashy!" he said, making you sigh. now you understood what he meant, his hands already on your shoulders, leading you to the next accessory stand.

"and what would that be?" you asked back, watching the people around you look confused by the man dragging you around.

"we need something showing off your beauty even more, beautiful." he deducted, stopping when you finally looked down on the beautiful jewelry.

this wasn't how you planned to start the festival, but you couldn't complain when he managed to fluster you once again.

Obanai:

"i'm sure we were supposed to meet here.." you mumbled, looking around the area. when Obanai invited you to the summer festival, he had explicitly asked for a spot without many people.

now you felt lost, you were sure he should've been here by now. it wasn't like he was late, but he usually came earlier than planned when you two wanted to meet somewhere.

before you could worry about his wellbeing, you saw something slither near your foot - Kaburamaru. the snake made it's way around your ankle, making you shiver.

"Obanai!" you scolded, looking around until your eyes stopped on a tree. you marched towards it, not surprised when you saw Obanai sitting on a thick branch.

"you could've said you were already here!" you said, watching him jump down the tree and land on his feet without much trouble.

"i'm sorry, i got distracted.." he admitted, your features slowly relaxing. he had been distracted? you found yourself asking him for more information. "for what?"

he looked at you, his eyes drifting to your outfit and then back to your face. his gaze softened, looking towards the festival's lights.

"nothing important.." if only you would've known he had been occupied watching your beautiful body, soft eyes trying to spot your lover.

Rengoku:

"excuse me?" another man said, his eyes fixed on you. naturally, you turned to face him, wondering if he needed help.

you had been walking through the crowds with Rengoku a moment prior, watching the different people interact with each other.

"i just wanted to say that your yukata fits you extremely well." the man said, almost appearing a bit bashful. and suddenly you weren't surprised anymore, realizing he didn't need help.

did it not look like Rengoku was your boyfriend? you wondered whether the man not knew or was bold enough to ask despite the obvious.

"you are right, my love is indeed beautiful in every way! it's not the festival alone, but every other day as well!" Rengoku answered, as if he didn't realize what kind of situation this was.

the man's face fell, realizing he had probably made a mistake by approaching you - at least while Rengoku was near. he soon turned away with a grumble, leaving the two of you alone.

"what a nice man!" Rengoku concluded, making you chuckle, looking away from him.

he really didn't know what the man's goal was. however, that somehow made Rengoku's compliment even sweeter.

Sanemi:

you were walking past the different stands with Sanemi, chatting about random topics that came to your mind, when he turned away from you, seemingly having spotted something interesting.

"wait here." he said, marching off before you even managed to ask what happened. you tried looking over the crowd, wondering where he had wandered off to.

not able to see him, you decided to do as he said, patiently waiting for him to return, yet you wondered what must've happened.

you didn't expect him to come back with something in hand, almost looking a bit flustered now. he moved past the crowd until he finally stood next to you again.

"i remembered you like them." he told you, extending his hand. you looked at the cut pieces of watermelon in his hand, neatly placed on a small rectangular plate.

he had gone out of his way to buy something you like from one of the booths.

"Sanemi.." you mumbled, slowly taking the plate out of his hand. your eyes stayed on the watermelon for a moment, glancing at him when you managed to answer.

"let's search for a nice spot and eat them there." you said, smiling at him in content. he nodded silently, wrapping an arm around your waist as you walked off.

Giyuu:

"damn it..!" you complained, seeing the small plastic fish fall off your miniature fishing rod. you gave up the small festival game, standing up again.

Giyuu looked at your sulking form, his eyes glancing at the prize sat in the festival booth. you had looked really happy when you saw it earlier, it hurt him to see that you weren't able to win it.

"let me try." he quietly said, giving the salesman another 500 yen. neither you nor the salesman would've expected Giyuu to be so good at the game though.

"you can stop now!" the man whined, seeing Giyuu get the last fish. there had probably been a dozen in total, but he didn't mess up once.

Giyuu looked at the man, standing up from his kneeling position to claim his reward. "my prize?"

"you can have it.." the man sobbed, handing Giyuu the prize you had grown so fond of earlier. without another word, Giyuu turned around to hand you the small gift.

"for you." he merely said, putting the small object into your hands. you awed at his actions, immediately throwing yourself against him.

"thank you, Giyuu!" you cheered, watching him hold you in surprise. he couldn't possibly ignore the little things that made you happy when he was rewarded with this kind of reaction.

Gyomei:

"are you sure? i'm not good with words." you told him, looking down at your hands. the two of you sat on the meadow, other couples sitting in the distance.

"you'll do good." he answered, placing a supporting hand on top of yours. you silently nodded, his encouragement always working wonders on you.

when you watched the first firework shooting into the air, exploding with a loud bang, you stared in fascination, eventually shaking your head to snap out of it.

you thought of a fitting way to describe it, knowing that colors wouldn't do for him. you decided to try a different approach, looking at the man you adored.

"it looked exactly the way a summer breeze felt. warm and somehow familiar." you told him, watching his lips pull up into a smile. you felt your heart beat harder than before.

you would've liked to comment on it, but the next firework was too fast for you. you watched the sky light up in a refreshing green color, feeling Gyomei scoot closer.

"and this one?"

Mitsuri:

"the sakura mochi here is so good!" Mitsuri cheered, pushing another one of the treats past her lips. she munched on the sweet food, swallowing it down in satisfaction.

you chuckled at her words and actions, taking one of the mochis and biting into it. "it is, the flavor is really good."

"another bowl please!" Mitsuri called out, turning your head to see the chef nod at the two of you. she had even stood up, waving her arm at the woman making her favorite food.

you looked at Mitsuri's clothes, the pink cloth she was wearing matching her hair and the sakura mochi perfectly. somehow she was fitting for this place.

you placed the empty bowl of sakura mochi on the other bowls, watching the stack grow. she had already eaten 7 bowls, but you guessed she was long from finished.

you two chatted as the chef brought you another portion, smiling at the two of you and walking away again.

"i'm full, you can eat that portion alone." you answered, a small smile on your face. Mitsuri looked surpised, putting the treat down again.

"we can go too, i don't mind..!" she said, wanting to show you that she wouldn't keep you here. you could only laugh in response, shaking your head.

"i really don't mind either, if you want, we can even get you another bowl." you answered, watching her eyes light up. a bright smile formed on her face, nodding in agreement.

you smiled back, after all, the festival felt better this way.

[yun-fangz]

Jongho twitter links — Dom Ver.

pairing: jongho x fem!reader

a/n: you guys already knew this was coming, i just can never get him out of my mind!! he needs to start paying rent atp. will be making a sub version for him; possibly for each member as well if this is well received, let me know your thoughts 😪 these are all also from my personal bookmarks too hehehe, i did my research

side note: i was going to make a post to see who wanted a tag,,,,,,,, im too impatient so im posting rn sorry!!! if you do want a tag for any of the other ones let me know :)

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warnings + links under the cut!

warnings/tags: nsfw links (duh lol), pussy spanking, size difference/kink, fat cock jongho (i'm a very big advocate), bratty reader, rough!dom!jongho, fingering, piv penetration, possessiveness, breeding, brat taming, overstim, fingering, manhandling... uh yeah! jongho can match your freak ig

jongho having to spank you back into your place like this after acting out all day, your poor pussy and ass were aching but you couldn't stop leaking all over him.

jongho loves teasing you like this. rubbing you through your panties until it becomes unbearable, forcing you to to push him where you want him.

overstimulation was a normal thing for jongho, you had already come so hard but he kept on playing with your quivering pussy, spreading your juices and fucking it back into you hard. let's just say it didn't take long for you to come again. link.

jongho and his fat cock holding you open like and stretching you out like this. with your head lolled back onto his shoulder, you could hear every groan and moan come out of his mouth.

jongho using you as a cocksleeve, his arms around you as he quite literally lifts you onto his thick cock. link.

jongho restraining you by the arms as he ruts into you, his face buried deep into your neck as he chases his high. link

jongho loves teasing your entrance with his cockhead, smearing his precum all over your pretty little lips before eventually pushing in ever so slightly. this was the easiest way for him to make you drunk off his cock. link.

jongho fucking the brattiness out of you, his hands carded through your hair, pulling you back onto his cock. link.

you we're just so fucking impatient, jongho had no choice but to bend you over like this. if you were so bold to ask for his cock while he's playing with his friends, you can get fucked in front of them. link.

jongho holding your frame down with one hand while the other is fingering you ruthlessly. you had already come twice but he decides when you were done. link

jongho fucking you hard and fast like this, you already knew you weren't going to be able to walk the next morning.

a little on the softer side, jongho was just so in love with you, he took his time fucking you slowly and kissing all over your neck/chest. he'd whisper sweet nothings and praises into your ear as he makes love to you. link.

EXTRA:

these are some links that i think of jongho however i don't feel like writing/i already have something similar

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a/n: as always, went a lil overboard....... hehehe but it's jongho who cares lol. see you in the sub ver :)

[thebluester2020]

If you're taking writing comissions.. I really liked your post about sdv bachelors with reader who squirts...but let's turn it around! How about a farmer (female) who is really quiet during sex? Cuz you know, when she was touching herself alone, she didn't want to be loud and it stayed that way. You don't have to write all the bachelors, I'm interested in Harvey 👀 I imagine he would be concerned at first and overthinking if he did something wrong

Harvey x Quiet Farmer Who Squirts For The First Time

Summary: Harvey makes a quiet reader squirt for the first time. Warning(s): Munch Harvey, Reader is a bit quiet in this one, Slight dom!Harvey(?) [It quickly goes away though lol], Both Harvey and the reader are shy together tbh. Side note(s): Sorry this took so long anon- the procrastination virus hit me hard 😭 [I hope this is close to what you were asking for!] Also, shout out to Aaryan Shah for being my song inspo that allowed me to write this. His music is so good I swear to god.

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He couldn't help the nervousness that racked his entire body as he feasted upon your sex. You...you were just so quiet!

And that was something that he never minded. Your comfort and pleasure came before any wishes he may have had or would ever had, so long as he was allowed to suckle at your cute clit, sweet babbled murmurs and moans flooding his ears like the welcomed warmth of water over cold skin. He was was fine with you never making a single sound in the bedroom.

Your reactions and silent pleas for him to continue were enough for him, enough to make his cock absolutely ache.

But, at this moment? As your cunt practically begged and drooled for more of his skillful tongue, the sight of your glistening pussy wet from the sheen of your slick making his throat dry as if he hadn't taken a sip of water in days. Coupled along with the fact he was admiring your panting figure through his lashes, a question mark silently formed in his head.

Why were you so adamant on making as little noise as possible?

As arousing as your attempts were...from how you bit your lip so hard to the point he feared it would bleed.

Or how you'd squirm and turn your head side to side, biting either the pillow sheets or covering your lips with the back of your hand if that wouldn't work. Adorable as it was, his desire to hear you moan out his name all the stored-up breath in your lungs frew ever fervent in his mind. To the point he feared he'd begin to cum inside his boxers like some teenager!

But...rather than try to confront you about it, it was far more fun to let his tongue and fingers do the convincing. To let them coax your voice out of you.

"H-Harvey...?" You whispered in a daze as you finally registered Harvey's tongue no longer circling your sex, your breath labored as you shakily rose your head to look at him.

"Yes?" He responded with devotion in his gaze, apologetically pressing a kiss to the inside of your thighs as his fingers slowly traced your labia.

You sucked in a breath, electricity pulsing through you at the simple slow touch. "W-Why did you stop?" You whispered.

Harvey pressed another kiss on you, to the hood of your clit this time as he steadily worked you back up, as well as silently worked himself up to the plan he was about to commit. He almost felt bad for it! Torturing his poor wife who looked like she was on the verge of tears if she didn't get to cum in the next minute.

"Harvey..." You moaned, trying to get his attention once more. "A-Aren't you going to— Oh!" There it was...the noise he'd been so desperately searching for, yearning quietly since the moment you two had started becoming intimate with one another, all from him suddenly plunging his fingers inside of your wanton sex and curling them up into your sweet spot.

An action he more than eagerly repeated as his head dived back towards your sex, lapping and suckling at your engorged clit as he unconsciously rutted against the sheets, aching to release his cock from its confines and find relief in your sweet sweet pussy.

"I'm so clue," You cried out, your thighs shaking as your peak rapidly approached the more Harvey's fingers continued its assault on your G-spot inside your pussy. Something that didn't register in the doctor's head as he became drunk off your juices, barely paying mind to how your thighs twitched more than usual or how you were becoming more and more vocal.

It was like finally receiving that badly wanted gift during Christmas.

His groans against your pussy creating a delicious buzz against your clit that further brought you closer and closer to orgasm until...something felt different.

You grabbed his hair, fruitlessly tugging to try and catch his attention. "H-Harvey...!" You keened, Harvey's free hand digging into the flesh of your hips to keep you open before you came. The sheer force shocked you as a guttural scream ripped from your throat, white flooding your eyes as wetness gushed out of your cunt.

And it was silent as you came down from your explosive high, your chest heaving up and down as you struggled to focus your vision and come back down to reality. Your vision was blurry and...filled with Harvey's worried expression as he looked down at you. "Y/N! Are you okay?" He asked, his voice distant as you smiled all dopey-like.

"Y-Yeah..." You said.

As you steadily propped yourself up on your elbows and rose an arm to loop around Harvey's neck, bringing him closer to you. Both you and he began to blush as you tried to work up to asking your question. "C-Can you do that again...?"

His words choked up in his throat, his cock twitching at your words.

Rather than it being a one-time thing, it seemed he'd have all night to continue to hear your unashamed moans...

[tsumuus]

"Wait, you mean-?"

You looked up, meeting his eyes. "Yeah, Bakugou. I mean you."

Bakugou's eyes widened, the weight of your words sinking in slowly. The room seemed to grow quieter, the bustling noise of the celebration fading into the background as he processed what you had just said.

You waited patiently, a mixture of hope and anxiety in your eyes. The noise of the party seemed to fade into the background, leaving the two of you in a bubble of your own.

"You... like me?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper, as if saying it too loudly might break the fragile moment.

You nodded, your cheeks growing even redder. "Yeah, I have for a while. But I didn’t think you’d ever see me that way."

He stared at you, his mind racing. You had always been there, a constant presence in his life. He had just never considered that you might see him as more than a friend, more than a hero.

"I'm an idiot," he muttered, more to himself than to you.

You laughed softly, a nervous sound. "Maybe a little. But it's not entirely your fault. You've been busy saving the world and all."

Bakugou's gaze softened as he looked at you. "Why didn’t you say anything before?"

You shrugged, looking down at your plate again. "I didn’t want to make things awkward. And honestly, I wasn’t sure if you’d ever be interested in anything other than being the number one hero."

He reached out, hesitantly placing his hand over yours. "I... I didn’t know. I’m sorry if I made you feel like you didn’t matter."

You looked up at him, surprised by the gentle tone in his voice. "You don’t have to apologize, Bakugou. I understand."

He shook his head. "No, you don’t. I’ve been so focused on my career, I never stopped to think about anything else. But maybe... maybe it's time I started paying attention to more than just being the best."

A small smile tugged at your lips. "Does that mean you might consider giving us a chance?"

Bakugou took a deep breath, the unfamiliar territory making him feel vulnerable. "Yeah, I think I would. But I don’t want to mess this up."

"You won’t," you assured him. "We’ll figure it out together."

He nodded, feeling a strange sense of hope and excitement bubbling up inside him. "Together, huh?"

"Yeah," you said, squeezing his hand. "Together."

The noise of the party slowly came back into focus, but this time, it felt different. The weight that had been pressing down on Bakugou lifted, replaced by a newfound sense of purpose and possibility. He wasn’t just a hero anymore; he was someone who could also have love and happiness in his life.

As the night went on, you and Bakugou talked and laughed, the connection between you growing stronger with each passing moment. And for the first time in a long while, Bakugou felt like he wasn’t falling behind. Instead, he was exactly where he needed to be, with you by his side.

part two of this fic

a/n never really planned on writing a part two of my previous post. orignally, when i was writing the first part my mind went blank and couldn't continue it any further. but that post blew up and became my most popular fic so i felt as if i had to write a part two😭😭 not really proud of this though, not my best work lol

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