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highway-143 · 1 day ago

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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

×××××××

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.

×××××××

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.

×××××××

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.

×××××××

"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"

×××××××

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.

×××××××

"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."

×××××××

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.

×××××××

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.

×××××××

"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.

×××××××

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.

×××××××

"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.

×××××××

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.

××× eight months later ×××

"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.

×××××××

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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nouveau-nymph · 2 days ago

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I like to think Ak!Jason would use the phrase "the moon is beautiful, isn't it," and any variation until he is ready to actually say, "I love you." He would come across randomly on the internet one day (cause I think that's how we all found out about it tbh) and then use it as a way (or well.. one of the ways) to express his love for you and get his feelings out without actually saying the words cause he still isn't sure he's mentally ready for that kind of commitment. Plus, it's not a commonly known phrase for a love confession, so there's a pretty high chance you don't know what it actually means, which relieves him from the worry of making you uncomfortable by dropping the L-bomb.

But what if you do know what it means and you decide to play along and pretend to not know it because even though you do love him back, you want him to be the first one to say it cause you don't wanna push anything onto him and make him uncomfortable.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" He would ask.

"Yeah, it really is, especially full moons cause they look kinda like pearls. Oh, or better yet, moonstones!" You answer.

Until one night, you slip up. You forget to reply normally because now, whenever he says it, your brain automatically corrects to him, actually saying, "I love you."

"The moon is so beautiful tonight," he says.

"I love you, too," you mindlessly respond.

"What?"

Shit.

"Fuck. Shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. It just came out. I didn't make you uncomfortable, did I?"

"You know what that phrase means?"

"Yeeeaaah."

"For how long?"

"I've kindaaaa... always known. Okay, well, not always, obviously, but I did learn what it meant like a long while back, so when you said it the first time, I kind of, maybe knew immediately what you meant. I just didn't want to respond with saying, 'I love you, too,' cause I didn't want to push anything onto you cause I know you don't feel like your ready for big stuff like that so I pretended to not know as to not make you uncomfortable."

Jason just stares blankly at you for a short moment. A short moment that's juuusst long enough you to start worrying that maybe you had made things uncomfortable and now he doesn't want to be around you anymore. That is... until he starts laughing a tiny bit, a slight smile grazing his face as he leans his head down.

"Soooo, I'm guessing I..... didn't make you uncomfortable?"

"You didn't. Don't worry, you didn't," he says as he composes himself and lifts his head up.

"I... really don't mind if you answer back with 'I love you, too.' Honestly, I actually kinda like it. It's just... It's gonna take me a while to be able to say the actual words."

"That's okay! I mean, that's also kinda why I've been pretending cause I wanted you to be the first one to say cause you know consent is key and everything. I didn't want to go when there wasn't a green light."

Jason smiles. It's a sweet, soft smile. Like one of relief or contentment.

"Thank you. Thank you for... for being so patient with me."

(I swear I didn't mean for this to turn into basically a fluff one-shot. This was only meant to be just a little like a headcannon thing. I wasn't planning on going on a full tangent. I'm so sorry. I'm also so incredibly sorry if this is written poorly, and if the reader dialogue doesn't fit your personality, I don't write often, and I only know how to write nerdy, awkward characters.)

#jason todd #dc comics #arkham knight #red hood #jason todd x reader #arkhamverse #ak jason todd #ak!jason todd x reader #arkham knight x reader #ak!jason todd x you #ak!jason #arkham knight jason todd #arkham jason #jason my beloved

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aturzz · 12 hours ago

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A trip.

summary : you go on a trip (or just having a "date") with bllk boys (pre-relationship and he has a crush on you). characters : isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, itoshi rin, itoshi sae. cw : out of character since i haven't really read the manga (but im watching they're analysis to make sure things are okay so meh :/) a/n : lmao i went on a trip today and my camera roll just kinda exploded.

isagi yoichi :

it's his birthday so you drag him to your favourite place (cough an aquarium cough)

poor boy was so nervous because that's a huge opportunity!!

the type of person who'd write a whole essay in his head and then forgets everything when he saw you.

he almost cried and you have to comfort him first.

walk around the aquarium and being squished together since there's a lot of people.

his hand brushed against yours and you hold it so you won't lost him (he's screwed).

the confession was a simple, quick "i love you" when you two enter a quiet area.

you and him stares into each other's gaze before snap out eventually.

"so… your answer?"

"dang i thought you were smarter than that."

continues holding hands while walk home with a world that had lost two single people.

bachira meguru :

would be the type of person who takes you out to a park. maybe a theme park.

goes around bouncing up and down, visits all the food halls and whines to get you to all the fun.

you have to hold him for a moment for him to calm down.

then he runs away again-

it's all chaos, but at least he shares food.

screams incoherent "i love you" when riding roller coaster and you can't even hear.

goes on the merry-go-round and keep joking about him being your knight in a shining armor (you turn him down immediately about he will fit in more if he's a clown).

eat ice cream and he stares at the corner of your mouth since there's a little ice cream sticking on.

going home with him yelling "today's fun".

"yeah, it is."

"fun because i'm with you, don't you think?"

"who are you?"

he goes on a full rambling about who he is and why he's the one for you, or why are the reasons he likes you acceptable.

"when did i say i don't have those feelings back?"

he carries you and skips all the way home.

chigiri hyoma :

a coffee shop with flower aesthetic will do.

"you look nice", he greets you.

then you two sit in silence.

you watch him sipping coffee and you wonder who is the princess here.

he looks so elegant when he scrolls on his phone.

you try to start a conversation but he's too lost in thoughts.

so you kinda admire him while he daydreams about you and him (how)

the whole afternoon was boring as hell, you two only sips coffee and scrolls on phones.

but when you stood up to leave, he follows you.

you brought a bouquet, you had always feel fond of the flowers.

"you have a good choice of 'em."

"they have your palette."

you shove the bouquet into his hands sheepishly as he froze.

"make sense..."

"do you...?"

the whole thing unfolds awkwardly, but at least he nodded.

kunigami rensuke (post-wc) :

he picks you up as the gentleman he is.

you barely get an answer when you greet him, though.

you have no idea what to do and what to think when he looks like he can murder anyone in the room.

still, when he drags you close to him in a crowded place, you reconsider your life.

that big, warm and gentle bear is just living inside that man. you knew it. you only have to wait for it to come out again.

it's a quick walk to his favourite ramen shop since he won a match. cool, you're paying him. (why not?)

he watches you eat, listens to your rambling and sometimes nod, but he's actually zoning out.

dang he needs to tell you soooo bad

you don't notice it when he stares at the roses outside.

walks you home because he's a goodboy.

"call me when you're home."

"we're at the doorsteps?"

sighs exhaustedly and told you since you're so dense.

you stare at him. then you giggle and said that you like him too.

a soft break for him and a warm evening for you.

itoshi rin :

ice cream shop because he feels like it.

have the best recommendations for you (like he didn't note down your likings and dislikings)

scold you when you swirl your cup, but is that a little warmth you hear in it?

you bring a camera too so he had to be your free model.

man secretly spells that specific 8 letters.

"what are you doing?"

"nothing."

you intensely gaze at him but he gives less than a fuck.

"well, lucky me, you're a photogenic." you change the subject.

"cool." he then left you at the shop.

you rush outside to see him lending you a hand.

he's messing with you for sure.

he walks through the longest, curviest roads to see you try to catch up with him (he thought you look adorable).

sitting at a random bench with him pointing at a couple,

"hey, look."

like, no, rin, people don't do that.

"mhm?" you mean what?

"mm." that thing.

"hm." yeah, i like you too.

he gently bump his feet against yours, responding,

great to know.

itoshi sae :

it's hard to get away from shidou but here he is.

you two go to a history of tea museum since he really likes salt kelp tea.

he looks like "😐" when you're basically jumping around with sparkles in your eyes.

"sae, aren't they cool?"

*shrugs*

even have to apologize to a random man because you bump into him.

going to the museum shop and all he did was brought some tea for you to try.

"this taste weird. try it!"

"are you trying to lure me in an indirect kiss?"

he refuse but keep staring at the bottle cap.

ends up asking why do you think it's weird.

ends up confessing (with the straightest face ever) because you got suspicious.

ends up having the both of you blushing—one heavily, one slightly.

taglist : @ohagiyoo.

#i know it's cringe my bad #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #isagi yoichi x reader #bachira meguru x reader #kunigami rensuke x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi sae x reader

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swirlyyygal · 2 days ago

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What’s Up With All the Silver?

That eyelined loner dad right next door to you freaks you the hell out. Not because you’re scared of him. But because of how much you want to lick his [CENSORED] and [REDACTED]

AU!RetiredAltDad!Geto x F!Reader

CW/Tags: NOT PROOFREAD, Geto has a tongue piercing… And he’s eating it, age gap (Geto is in his 30’s, reader is in her 20’s), single dad Geto, Nanako and Mimiko r mentioned and play a role, reader has hair (no type or length specified), SEXXX w/ his dih in(condom on), walls r thin, Geto is Buddhist bc duh, he feels a bit of religious guilt when he thinks abt u but only 4 so long ❤️‍🩹, brief hair pulling (he’s the one getting it pulled)

AN!!: Hi hiiiiiii!!!!!!!! ‼️Major disclaimer: his religious beliefs take apart of the story, and I take that experience from my point of view! I don’t mean it in disrespectful ways but I am taking into thought about how someone who is dedicated to their religion would think. I myself am religious, and have an indifferent opinion on sex but I do know some people who are odd about that kind of thing. So please don’t take it in any disrespectful way when I mention how he feels, masturbation and sex is totally normal!!‼️ Anyway, I was meaning to do him a long time ago but then that Joel Miller pic showed up and I got MAJOR SIDETRACKED (٥⁀▽⁀ )!! Thank u to my goat for giving me the idea of a single dad Geto, DOMO ARIGATO ✌️🤤❤️‍🩹🥀🕊️

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The apartment complex you moved into was nice. Didn’t cost you much, good area. Very walkable and easygoing. It’s just. The neighbors..

You had a colorful array of next door acquaintances. Who knew people could be so inconsiderate.

Didn’t help the walls were thin. The neighbor to your left was always inviting people over to smoke and have sex.. The downstairs were always partying, upstairs was just the roof but still..

Only person you DID ENJOY was the neighbor to your right. A single dad of two little girls. He had long black hair, beautiful set of purple hooded monolids, sun kissed skin, stretched out ears with some others around the shell, and a very clear blackish stain on waterline.

Always quiet, always respectful. Didn’t interact with much anyone actually. You managed to pick up though that he was a Lay Buddhist. You’d seen him at the temple while passing by, and you saw his statues infront of his home.

Also he wasn’t as old as he described himself to be. Only being 37 and all. He didn’t even have to tell you, his daughters did. You assumed they were adopted, not that it mattered. Nanako and Mimiko were 10, so they were at the age where things just kinda flew outta their mouths.

“Mr. Geto forgets to brush his hair in the morning so we have to do it for him!!!”

The little blonde one, Nanako would shout when seeing you on your balcony. Geto then quickly pulling her back in the house and waving his hand. Not really saying sorry, just dismissing it.

It made you giggle. He took real good care of those girls. I mean, everyone in that family had absolutely glowing skin..

That’s beside the point. Point being. You were so down with Geto to the point where it didn’t feel right.

Maybe it was the fact he was such a capable dad? Or possibly how he was just so calm to everything. Even when a screaming match was going on in the back alley, he’d just sit on his balcony and tune it out. Like he was deaf.

He intrigued you so bad. But it’d be weird if you went up to him and asked him on a date. His girls were busy, he was busy, and he was also older, he probably wouldn’t be down with something younger than him. Perchance?

You just kind of saw him from afar, until today when you walked out your front door.

You PLANNED to just go out and really quickly grab some chips from the store at the corner. Until you turned to see Nanako and Mimiko kinda sitting at the front of the door, using colored chalk on the cement floors that led up to it. You stood there, barely fitting tank top, sports shorts, sandals and a bangle barely holding onto your wrist.

“Afternoon Nanako, Mimiko”

You waved, they waved back.

“Mr. Geto went to the temple! We got bored and walked home.”

Ah, you remembered that now when u went to pick up the mail that morning.

“Keep by me” He spoke in that purring tone, and then something after that..

“Uh.. How long have you been in waiting?..”

“20 minutes!!”

It was around a 7 minute walk from the temple to the complex, so they had been waiting for a while. You locked your door and tapped your foot.

“And you just, got up and left?..”

They nodded like it didn’t matter.

“C’mon, I’m walkin’ you back to the temple. Mr. Geto is probably worried sick..”

You replayed the last time his girls kinda just walked off to go play. He came frantically over to your door. It was terrifying to see him looking so frazzled when usually he just had a polite smile.

Turns out they had just went downstairs to play in the lobby.

The two girls got up, walking over to you while sulking.

“But the service takes too longgg!”

They’d usually be gone for around maybe an hour or two. But to a young kid that’s like their whole lifeline so you didn’t doubt it.

Taking your hand, they walked along with you. It felt so weird when they held your hands. You’d seen them do it with Geto. It made you feel weirdly.. Maternal… Which was even weirder bc they weren’t your kids. Shaking that feeling off quickly to not think about it too hard.

Along the way, they kept talking about Geto. Like I said, very talkative.

“Sometimes we fall asleep during the service”

Mimiko sprouted while walking a bit forward. Nanako would nod.

“Mr. Geto doesn’t know yet so don’t tell him!”

You nodded. Giggling to yourself at their antics.

“You know what else you shouldn’t let Mr. Geto know?”

That perked up your brow. Another secret of his? What on Earth could it be, he didn’t seem that secretive.

The two girls turned to eachother and giggled, pushing eachother.

“Mr. Geto thinks your ‘sooo hotttt’!”

They both laughed before running off infront of you down the street to the temple. Their comment hadn’t registered before you started running to make sure they didn’t go the wrong way. It only hit AFTER you arrived at the temple, standing infront of there with them. Panting.

Huh.

Geto hadn’t even seen you more than 10 times. And every time he just kinda nodded your way. He hadn’t shown ANY signs of attraction, so hearing them say he thought you were attractive made your heart flutter.

You watched at a frantic Geto was speed walking around the area, calling out to them with wide eyes. And when he looked to the front to Mimiko and Nanako, he visibly got relieved.

He ran over to them first, tapping them on the forehead and crossing his arms. About to scold them before he saw YOU. And when he saw you, in that little tank top, you watched him grip his sleeve.

“Thank you for bringing them over, I can’t believe I let them out of my sight..”

He turned them around to face you, patting their backs and making them bow a quiet sorry.

He didn’t even question why you had the girls, just that you brought them back.

“Don’t worry, they were just hangin’ around the apartment, didn’t go too far.”

He sighed. Nodding as he began to walk down the streets, with you not to far behind. You didn’t wanna walk with them, that’ll be weird, so you pretended to lug along and be distracted.

Once you both hit back to the complex, Nanako and Mimiko ran up the steps from the lobby. And there you both stood. Just kind of there with eachother. It was awkward before he spoke.

“Again. My apologies, they’re at the age where all they do is wanna run and explore..”

He pinched his nose bridge, turning to look up at him, you noticed the dark stain on his waterline and a bit of a wrinkle under his eye.

“No worries! Really! It’s nice that they’re so active.”

He smiled, grateful at your approach to the situation and how you weren’t annoyed. You watched him take a quick peak at your body before pulling something out of his pocket. He handed you a candy, wrapped in pink plastic cover.

“Thank you hon, good day now.”

He walked after them.

You stayed there, looking at the pink candy in your hand and feeling your face get warm. AHHH. Quickly unwrapping it and placed the wrapper in your pocket. When you saw his gaze on your body and that purring tone he used to call you that dumb name. OUGH JUST KILL ME ALREADY.

You tried to not to think about it too hard while getting back to your place. Trying not to think about how his delicate fingers grazed your own. Why were they so soft anyway? Does he moisturize?.. But, as soon as that door closed, it was completely over. And when I say over, I mean over.

You RAN into your bed, laying on your back with a furrowed brow. This is so dumb. Just because they said Geto called you “hot”, didn’t mean it was true. Yet.. You knew the girls, sure they were a bit mischievous, but not liars.

Kicking your foot against the mattress in frustration. SO LAME SO LAME. You shouldn’t be all over a stupid crush like this. ESPECIALLY on man pushing 40’s. URGH. You weren’t weird like that. Well, the girls didn’t have a ma.. And he usually doesn’t bring a lady home, so.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden pound on the wall next to your bed. Right. Mr. Geto’s room was right next to yours in terms of layout. So whatever he was saying or doing, you could just barely hear.

The pound sounded like a body, and was accompanied by a sigh, so it was definitely him. In an unconscious act, you leaned your body against the wall. Sort of calculating where his body rested so you could be lined up with him.

A hand ran along the walls of your room. Wistfully sighing like you were in some kind of movie. Anywhere else this would be embarrassing, but here, alone, is just one of your many pleasures of life. All was well and dandy, just kind of imagining this as a movie scene until you heard a muffled, familiar, voice.

You pressed your ear up to the thin barrier, making out what he was saying on, what you could only assume was the phone.

“No no.. Satoru you don’t you don’t understand, she’s too fine for her own good..”

His voice sounded strained, like he was biting his lip and holding something back. Who the hell was he going on about?

“I-I don’t mean to be perverted but like— No no you don’t understand like I could like see them. Yeah, no bra. And the white didn’t help much either..”

You looked down. Oh god you weren’t wearing a bra AND you had white on. I mean, it didn’t seem noticeable at the time but under the sun..

“I haven’t been like this since I was a teen, it’s weighing on me. I don’t enjoy feeling this way.. She’s such a sweet girl with her whole life ahead of her and— oh god and what about the temple..”

Well, he was dedicated. You knew that much. And we all know religion can be kinda iffy on sexual stuff. Especially lust and masturbation. Did he ever masturbate to you? WEIRD THOUGHT.

“Lo—Look Satoru I gotta go.. I need a moment to think about it. Yeah talk to you later, I’ll tell the girls you said hi..”

And the call was over. You heard the phone being thrown to a far end of the bed and his back pounding against the wall again.

Well that was the end of that. He would just fall for you and be guilty over his indecent thoughts, no big deal.

Then there was the sound of pants rustling.

No way.

You heard him place them on the blankets… And then his elbow hitting the wall. Oh lord.

You didn’t wanna believe it, he was proving it to you though.

“Forgive me.. Forgive me..”

He repeated quietly like a mantra. Before you heard the familiar sound of skin slapping. AHHHHH HE WAS JERKING OFF AHHH. Your heart began to beat 20 times more than usual. It felt so weird, so odd to hear this. You hadn’t heard it before, to be honest, you hadn’t even thought he would do things like that.

“I’m so-oorrryyy..”

He’d groan out, often cut off by a heavy moan. It was consistent. And you knew because you were hearing it. The whole thing. Ear pressed against the wall and all. You felt bad about it at first, but then again. He was jerking to the thought of you, so it was only a fair exchange.

His breathing was hot and heavy, and his pace wasn’t calculated. Assuming it’s because he was major desperate.

As perverted as it was, you wanted to hear him cum. You wanted to hear if he’d say your name, just to confirm…

And in your worst fear. Or greatest fantasy, he did.

Saying it with a passion and purr that was so perfect and sweet, but so raw at the same time.

You gasped, looking around your room to see if this was a joke. Was it? What would you do if it was?

A million thoughts raced through your head. You couldn’t bring yourself to listen to him anymore. Running out of the room and into your kitchen to distract yourself.

Maybe you’d cook? No. Watch TV? No. Go on your phone? No.. GAH! YOU COULDN’T GET IT OUT OF YOUR HEAD.

Then, a knock at your door. Please don’t let it be him..

Opening in the door, oh thank the lord it wasn’t him. Just Nanako and Mimiko. Why the hell were they at your door?

Just before you could ask, it was like they read your mind.

“We’re going out to play, can we borrow 5 dollars?”

‘Why me?’ You asked yourself. But didn’t deny them. Giving them a $5 bill.

“Thanks!! We’ll put in a good word for you!!”

Mimiko gleamed, and just like that they were off.

Good word?

To GETO?!

Again with the Geto oh lord it was never gonna end.

You turned your head to his door. Maybe drop by? He’s alone.. And you should probably tell him you gave them 5 dollars so he doesn’t think they stole anything.

You told yourself that was the reason while locking your door and walking over. Yeah that’s it. Not because you wanted to see him.

You knock 3 times.

No answer.

Then another.

Nothing.

Third times the charm, and it worked.

You heard feet shuffling in a panic and a frantic Geto answered the door. Breath heavy, hand wet with water, and his hair all messy with some strands sticking to his forehead.

“H-haa— Wha.. What’s goin’ on?”

His hand wasn’t even dry yet. You rested your weight on one leg with a hand on your hip.

“Sorry to bother just— Well, I gave the girls money, just wanted you to know so you don’t think they ya’know.. Shook some kid down.”

You have a light chuckle, he did too. Visibly relaxing against the door frame.

“How did I end up with such a good neighbor?.. Come in, come in sit.”

He says like he wasn’t just choking his chicken to the thought of you. He was so calculated so fast. Like, it was kind of annoying. You walk in not to far behind him, and you realized how little you’d been in his place. Maybe once or twice, but never more than that.

His home was furnished in a way that made everything seem so cool. Like a fresh breeze had just blown in. Pictures of his daughters and friends scattered on walls and counters, more than anything else.

A picture of him leaned against TV of his hair being shaved off. So he was a monk at some point in his youth.

Dolls and Littlest Pet Shop toys were scattered on the carpet of the living room, as well as books. It gave you a sense of a well loved home. A well furnished and loved home.

You smiled, he noticed. Bringing you both two glasses of water. He sat beside you. His airy scent seemed so natural. You turned away, looking to the wall next to the couch when you saw a bunch of old school pictures. It wasn’t hard to tell. You saw the quality and outfits of the time.

A blonde man with hair covering his eye. A white haired man, who you knew was called “Gojo”. A brown haired man. And finally a brown haired lady. Then your eyes landed on the corner. Holy flip.

There he was. And you could tell based on the tan of his skin and that shiny black haired man. Except, so much more detailed.

A heavy black underline and eyeliner, hair a bit frazzled and about to fall out of his bun, fingers littered with rings. But what attracted you the most was his PIERCINGS.

They were everywhere. I mean like all around. His brow had one, his ear was peace covered in all silver. Those same stretched out ears. And.

Oh lord.

A tongue piercing.

As clear as day because he was sticking it out.

You were hypnotized and he noticed FAST.

“Oh.. That’s from my college days..”

You turned back to him. Empty eyebrow hole, barely any earring piercings. And that familiar black stain on the waterline. It was like he totally abandoned the old him.

Until you saw his open mouth smile and there it was.

That little silver ball.

“You still kept the tongue piercing though?”

You pointed out, starting directly at his mouth. He placed a hand over his mouth and laughed.

“Ah yeah I do.. I find it a pain to take out.”

He looked away guiltily.

“That’s not the reason, is it?..”

Dangerous game you’re playing, god you didn’t know how he’d react to that statement. His head turned to you, a faint flush appearing before turning it down to his hands.

“Ah no. It’s cause, well.. In my youth. A lady I was hooking up with told me— Well- You know”

His words were scattered. You cocked a brow, he went on.

“She had told me, my tongue piercing— Wath hood hor eathing ow”

Midway he stuck out his tongue, letting you get a true glimpse of what it looked like. You assumed he said “was good for eating out”.

He noticed your silence and put it back in his mouth. Getting noticeably embarrassed and ashamed.

“I wanted to leave the past me behind, the scandalous me.. I apologize, it was crude to say all of that to you.”

He looked down, his eyes leaning to you and then seeing how you thighs pressed together. He decided to ignore it, furrowing his brows and bringing his hands together. Muttering something under his breath.

A prayer? Yeah probably.

“It’s fine Mr. Geto really, I asked in the first place. Plus, everyone has thoughts like that, no shame.”

He took a deep breath and placed both hands on his lap. He gripped his leg. Bringing his body up straight to stare directly down at you. He took a long drag down your body, looking at your legs, to your chest, shoulders, neck, and to you.

“I suppose so.. But.. You know, it’s still crude and- Oh lord- Distasteful..”

He had to take a deep breath in the middle of his sentence. He was fighting his inner self and it was way too obvious. He kept closing his eyes and repeating prayers in his head.

You looked down at your lap now. Just kind of staring at your thighs and hoping and praying he totally didn’t notice you pinching them together. You turned to his side to look at him again. But didn’t lift your head.

Oh lord you saw it.

The print was way too obvious in his grey sweatpants. His hand gripping the fabric so hard you thought he would rip them clean off.

He bit his bottom lip so hard you thought the skin was totally gonna rip off. You already saw it going red.

“So…”

You needed to change the conversation and fast. His hand quickly went to cover his raging erection when he noticed that you noticed. Shaking like he saw a ghost.

“I’m sorry.. It’s just.. Ah, I haven’t been intimate in quite a while. Guess I started reminiscing.”

Letting out an awkward laugh. He was about to run into his room and sob. Plus, he was still sensitive from being interrupted while gooning.

“What?.. You get hard while eating a girl out?”

You had never been this blunt with him. You never found it right. He wasn’t strong with his words, he took a delicate approach. And you watched his eyes visibly open, the purple shining off in the bright sun seeping through the blinds.

You looked down to see it twitch at just the mention of it. Oh lord you were literally joking, not SERIOUS when you said it.

Now you were both here. Cock hard and aching while you were slightly getting wet.

He looked at you.

You looked at him.

You both knew, ya’ll weren’t dumb. And he wanted to so bad, but his mind was stopping him. ‘THINK OF THE TEMPLE’ ‘Would Buddha be displeased?’ ‘She’s in her 20’s’

Every thought weighed on him. Lord the guilt was heavy. He was fighting every little part of himself to not give in. It was like everything was against him. A forbidden need. God it was just absolutely ruining him.

“I do.. Of course I do. What kind of man doesn’t?”

He turned to face you directly. Staring at you. Oh he really wanted it bad.. Like, dangerously bad. You saw it on his face. Years of religious repression getting to him, but also leaving him the second your hand grazed his thigh.

“You wanna eat me out?”

She shoots?

“Oh god yes.”

SHE SCORESSS.

Absolutely total half court shot made. You were shocked he said yes. He sounded so deliciously desperate.

In no time at all he had you lying back down on the couch. Shorts off and panties thrown elsewhere to the floor. And when he got that first look of your dripping cunt he almost came right then and there. Boxers on, sweatpants on and everything.

He hadn’t seen one in so long. He hadn’t necessarily wanted to. Not until you moved in. And every day he’s been dreaming of it. Now seeing it in real life he was ready to absolutely ruin it.

Quickly wrapping his arms under your legs he lifted them up so they rested on his shoulders. Holding your hips with his hands while his breath fanned against your folds. A heavy shiver went down your spine when you felt it, how scandalous..

You already saw metaphorical spirals appearing in his pupils before he kissed the side of your thigh. Letting his soft lips touch your supple skin. He melted into it easier than you would have thought.

“I’ll— Lord— Please forgive me if I can’t hold back..”

He murmured. Getting ever so closer before leaving a burning kiss to your clit. Your thighs twitched and your eyes peered to him. He had barely even kissed you but god did it feel good.

His eyes were closed in ecstasy as his drooling tongue licked a line down between. Laying it flat on your folds as he soaked in the flavor like some kind of food critic. The cold metallic feeling of his ball piercing hitting your clit as he flicked his tongue. Normally getting aten out was good, but with the piercing.. It was like a whole new idea and world was introduced to you.

He moaned, muffled by his mouth being occupied. The vibration going straight to your head and nerves.

He was engulfed in your taste. Popping his mouth on and off our your swollen pussy. Occasionally sucking and letting the ball of his piercing rest against your perked clit.

Damn if he wasn’t a good eater you wouldn’t know what he was.

“T-that lady was— Fuuuuhhhkk- Right..”

You laughed. Barely able to keep it up though without squishing his face with your thighs when his tongue swiped back and forth. He was definitely an eater, and what made it even better is that he looked like he lived for eating it.

He held onto your hips like if he let go and stopped licking, both you and him would cease to exist. He ate it in such a caring, but lustful way.

He opened his eyes, vision a bit blurred before he looked to you. Making direct eye contact as he licked a long stripe up. Curling his tongue at the end and licking his arousal covering lips.

“I don— Don’t know what’s gotten over me oh God.. Forgive me forgive me..”

He repeated again. He was really into being forgiven. You couldn’t tell if he was exactly talking to you, or Buddha. But you didn’t care because even after saying that, he kept devouring it. Shaking his head side to side while his tongue lay flat. Letting the tip slip into your dripping hole before pulling back to just make out with your sex.

He kissed it with such passion. Such a calculated way of making you tremble and moan. The noises you were letting out were obscene, if any of your neighbors heard— well. They weren’t much better. So why were you gonna stop at their expense? Infact. It made u louder.

When he heard you get louder his pace continued with fever. His hips rutting up into the air, not even humping the cushions literally just going into the air. He missed this feeling, knowing that his mouth can give a woman such intense pleasure. Putting the silver ball to use against your clit, giving it a cold sensation.

Your hand ran through his sleek black hair, tugging on the scalp of it. His eyes rolled back, letting out a guttural moan before going right back to work. You even felt your wetness drop down to your thighs, I mean, how messy was he gonna get?!

He liked it messy, no duh but whatever. He just kept slurping you up like he was dehydrated. His spit pooling into his mouth and dripping onto the couch cushions.

He took a moment to breathe, heavy gusts and wind blown on your sensitive pussy.

“Can’t get enough—“

He breathed out quick as hell before going back to mauling that. Piercing poking around at the flesh with his tongue drawing random spirals and shapes. And your grip only got stronger, nails digging into your own palm to ground yourself.

He brought you closer to his face, pushing your hips into his mouth while he sucked on your clit. Letting himself just enjoy it all before going back to smothering his face in it.

“Ar yu cloth?”

He panted while still eating it. Taking a while to actually pick up what he said before nodding. He nodded back, letting his tongue apply pressure to your wet cunt before licking up to your clit. Continuously sucking before watching your thighs shake and tremble around his face. Legs clamping around his head and he could swear he saw heaven in that moment of his breathing being cut off.

Your orgasm came out with such intensity. You realized no one had ever given you such good head, like, ever. Not with such care, such fever, such love. Damn you could get hooked on this.

You rode it out on his face, hips grinding against his mouth before he let go of your waist and you stopped suffocating him (to his own displeasure).

“Good girl.. You tasted— Lord— You taste—“

He couldn’t even finish his sentence. climbed on top of you, cradling your head up from the back to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue, letting your own rest against his. The clacking of metal against your teeth feeling weird, but good. The skin around your lips also messy with your arousal. I mean he really ate that thing.

He pulled away from the kiss with a sort of guilty look in his eye, twisted with lust as well. He looked like he had just gotten rid of years of stress, but gained them back when he realized what he had done. It wasn’t you. No. Never you. It was his own mind messing with him. And that red band that lay across his right wrist.

“Hon.. Please. Forgive me.. But it hurts.. I’ve been wanting- Needing this for a long time and I dunno how much longer I can deny it”

You lifted your upper body up to see him pulling down his sweatpants along with the boxers. Watching his angry, throbbing cock lay bare against. Precum already dripping down and leaving a large wet patch on the fabric. He gave you a pathetic look.

“Please just tell me it’s okay that I’m doing this. It’s cruel and selfish but pleasepleaseplease..”

Is he, begging?

He’s begging.

The usually calm and composed, peaceful man. Who you knew always had a calculated look on his face, was begging you comfort him.

You couldn’t help but give a bit of a chuckle. Concealing it behind a soft smile.

“It’s okay, I’m totally down with all this. I want it as bad as you do. So, Suguru..”

You said his first name with a purr in your tone. Not like his usual calm purr, but with a new kind. A kind of purr that made his body shiver and his desires grow tenfold.

You watched as a flip switched in his head while scrambling a condom from the bottom drawer of his TV stand. Walking back over to you laying on the couch. Sitting on his knees infront of you, he placed it around his cock slowly. Letting it stretch and cover all his length while slowly aligning himself up with your hole. Still incredibly wet.

And when he put the tip in, feeling the warmth of a woman’s pussy for the first time in years. Lord it’s like every single guilty feeling left his body. The times he’s spent jerking off, and then spiraling about it for hours on end, leaving his mind. You watch it happen. You watched the way his eyes closed and a vein on his forehead bulged. Holding your hips with his nimble fingers and pushing in. Every inch reaching a spot inside of you that you never knew you had.

“You’re doing alright hon? Lemme know if you need it to stop..”

He said in such seriousness before continuing to slide in.

“Never better.”

You quipped. He almost lost it at that moment. He finally managed to slip all the way in, a groan of pain from you while a moan of pleasure from him. While it was a big painful, the pain subsided into raw pleasure like a snap.

He gripped your skin. He hadn’t felt such a thing in a looonggg time, so you let him bask in it. Letting him lean down to kiss your neck, then shoulder, then chest before flicking his tongue against your nipple. Catching a glimpse of that piercing made you clench around him and he felt that.

He didn’t need to question if it was because of the nipple or the metal. He knew.

Pulling himself back up, he realigned himself. Turning his gaze to you for permission. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“You can move, don’t hurt no more”

Beaming, he immediately got to work. Going slow, letting himself out by an inch. Then pushing back inside again. The wet squelch sound almost making you laugh, if you weren’t about to fall all over his dick.

Slowly he began going in and out, feeling your walls close in around him with intensity he never knew. He gritted his teeth, how the hell were you so warm? He was deprived, deprived of what he needed and desired so bad. Deprived of you in yourself. Not just your body, but you as a whole. He needed you. And right now, he just so happened to need your pussy.

He pushed himself so deep inside that you felt him fill you completely, stretching you to the point where it honestly felt unnatural. You whined from the feeling, god what he wouldn’t give to have that sound playing on his phone constantly.

“It’s okay hon.. S’okay..”

He consoled you, keeping him own pace up inside of you. The sounds of wetness and nothing making him loose his own sanity. He could hear every breath, every moan, every squelch, even rustle. It felt so intimate, cause it was. Still with that grey sweater covering his body and sweatpants throw with your own shorts.

But you knew. Even if he was trying to just enjoy, oh he was holding back LIKE CRAZY. You saw in the way he looked at you, the way his hands gripped your skin.

“Faster. Please, Suguru..”

His name in your voice clicked in his head. And like a sleeper agent he locked the hell in. Taking your hip in his hands “sorry sorry sorry” He whispered before taking his pace from a 4 all the way to a 8. He knew he needed this, he knew he needed to let off some steam but he also knew it might cause you harm. And he’d never let his neighbor girl get hurt.

All of a sudden everything got louder. Couch creaking, squelching getting louder, skin slapping faster, and your moans. Sweet, tempting moans ran through his head in circles. Oh he needed that to the point where he would just die to have it. It felt like he died now that he got to finally let it out.

“I-I gotta be honest hon!!-“

He exclaimed, aggressively poising into you. Damn could he FUUUUUUHHHHKKK. You looked at his expression, eyes closed with mouth wide open.

“Go ON!!”

You tried to keep your voice in check without a total moan taking away your words.

“No lady ever said the tongue piercing thing!! I just kept it because- All the men you brought over had ‘em, and good Lord if I didn’t want to be them..”

He admitted. The usual reserved Geto admitting his own selfish want for keeping it in instead of taking it out. You could almost laugh at his reason if it wasn’t turning you on so much. He kept his old ways just because he thought it’d make you want him? SUCH A FREAKING CORNBALL BUT SO SWEEET!!

You wanted to tell him how much you needed to hear that, and how much you wanted him too. Whenever you brought guys over they just so happened to look similar to him, not so much of a coincidence but he didn’t need to know that. You wanted to tell him this info BAD. But you could barely let out a ‘cute’ because all that’d escape would be a moan.

So you let out a moan. An apartment shaking moan that you imagined everyone heard, but you just. Couldn’t care less. It was all for him, all these moans and whimpers for his mind to keep forever. You always wanted to be polite for the neighbors, never wanting to bother but now, you wanted to be a bother so you knew just how good you were getting dicked down.

Cursing under his breath after hearing your moans, he kept at it. Letting his black hair fall and get all over his back. Strands sticking to his sweaty forehead while he reached the deepest part of your womb. His mouth fell open to really just feel every part of this experience to the highest amount he could.

He’s bullying you with it. And he doesn’t even realize how much you’re feeling. With every thrust your boobs bounced and hair rubbed against the cushions. You felt every single vein and it absolutely ruined you. You memorized it. One was on the left side going all the way up and down while the other was just slightly at the base. A hand went to grip the cushions while the other held onto nothing. His hands still gripping onto your waist like if he let go you’d split in two.

“I’ve never wanted anything more than this.. Please let me be selfish with you and let me have you like this?..”

It was a little too late to ask, but you didn’t mind. You liked that even during the moment he’d ask, like he hasn’t already been asking previously. Your mind could barely register the request before it finally was out through your skull. Letting out a chuckle you nod.

“Be selfish with me, Suguru”

That was all you needed to say before he started going at a pace only one could dream off. Missed out years caught up to him in that very moment as his cock was angrily pushed inside. Another high pitched moan escaped your mouth, as another moan did his. It felt like heaven to him, he tried to push the thought down but it did. It felt like pure and true heaven with him inside of you.

Ruthless pounding of skin making it hard to concentrate on anything else. You might have heard the neighbors knock on your walls, but you didn’t care. You both finally got what you wanted. He wanted you and you wanted him. It was all that mattered.

His thumb went down to your clit, rubbing side to side while he relentlessly pushed into you. He watched your expression change and your grip on the sofa get tighter.

“Cum with me, please. Suguru.”

You managed to let out with a strained voice. God not his name again. Anything but that. You felt your lower stomach tighten and your pussy clenching around his length pushed fully inside. And his cock buried fully inside. He continued to rub your clit, rubbing it with calculation while his own pace got aggressive.

You came first like he intended. Your legs spasming and locking around his waist. Toes clenching and eyes rolling back type of orgasm. A Earth shattering moan left your mouth, reverberating from the walls while your whole body trembles. Hot is all you could describe it. If you actually put it into words, it wouldn’t work.

He let you calm yourself on his cock before you watched his pace get sloppy and ultimately he shook as well. Shoulders shivering while he came inside the condom. All types of stress leaving him when he finally came. You felt his hands go from firm grip, to a barely hanging on grip. Watching him pull out of you slowly and then walking away. You didn’t think you could lift yourself up, se you kind of just heard what was going on. You heard the sound of a trash can opening, a sink running. And a water bottle.

He walked back. A bit frazzled but nonetheless still caring. He sat down and opened the bottle, cradling your head up. You drank, the cold water refurnishing some of your energy. He closed the bottle and placed it lord knows where. He looked at you lovingly, his guilty thoughts not running through his mind at the moment. It seemed like those things didn’t exist right now.

Slowly you sat up, bracing yourself if it was painful. Resting your back against the arm couch to atleast get a glimpse of the usually refined man. Who was now messed up panting.

You both sat there in silence. Just kind of admiring eachother before you landed on those beautiful purple eyes of his.

His eyeliner was running.

The eyeliner that he SWORE was just a stain from his youth, was running down his eyes to the middle of his cheeks.

“Leave the past behind me my ass”

He heard you and shook his head. Not deciding to answer or get mad, just letting you have the moment. His past would come up another time, but not now. Not with his hand gently stroking your sore body.

Not now. His guilt and past could wait.

E.N: HOLLLY FLIP THIS TOOK ME WAY LONGER THEN I THOUGHT IT WOULD. It’s mainly just because of my procrastination problem and also because I’m still a noob at writing sex.. #i♡beingavirgin!! Anyway!! I hope to write more for JJK goats in the future, but I’ll try to keep a consistent schedule!!! Don’t take my word on it tho… Hope you all enjoy!!!! Reblogs, notes, and comments appreciated!!!!! (●’◡’●)ﾉ XOXO - Mimi!

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pritong-baboy · 3 days ago

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You know what? Let's add Knockout to the mix of TFP Longest-Custody-battle, where he is genuinely concerned at Bumblebee's wellbeing. Like, yeah, Him and Breakdown always wanted a sparkling but since Breakdown is dead, that dream will never be fulfilled but at least he's not crazy enough to stole someone else's sparkling and forcibly turn them into their sparkling!

So he just decided to try and actually help Bumblebee around the nemesis, but since Bumblebee is already having a hard time with avoiding Shockwave's 'logical' conclusion, and Soundwave trying to turn him into his cassette (And laserbeak too who is on board with having a new sibling and kept pestering him about it), Bumblebee ended up also avoiding Knockout and Knockout is just like "By the Allspark, I am literally the only sane mech in this Primus forsaken sake! Listen to me!"

Let's also add Starscream to the mix, where at first he only helped knockout cause he thinks that it would piss shockwave off, but then he looked closely and realized "oh frag, that kid is in actual trouble" And also try to help? But he's just doing his best, to not piss off shockwave AND Soundwave, and who knows? Maybe he'll be the one to relay all about this to the Autobots?

Megatron is also there, but he's just letting this drama goes on cause one, that's just an Autobot that prime really cares about and he genuinely don't care, and two, he likes the drama (and three, he doesn't want to say no to Soundwave cause he's his oldest friend by that point and to shockwave, cause.. Well, he's shockwave, if he says it's logical then it's damn logical, no argument on that.)

knockout being the only normal one is actually real as hell, actually. i feel like starscream would help out bumblebee as part of a scheme though, but only AT FIRST, until he's forced to keep interacting with him and he realizes that his coworkers are kinda unhinged.

and i like the kind of loyal vs unloyal decepticons happening here. starscream and knockout being known as "cowards" that have wavering loyalty being the only ones to notice how weird soundwave/shockwave are being is sooo good.

#asks #anon ask #evil shockdad au

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tryandbehappy · 22 hours ago

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Not a question, just a comment about the latest episode. I feel like the B&TB storyline is probably not gonna happen now? I say this because I think Rose and the baby will die (based upon them eating the Ketamine cake), which leaves us more with a June-feels-guilt-and-realizes-she's-just-as-bad-as-Nick storyline. I don't like this storyline as much because it feels like it comes from a place of guilt for June rather than a place of love and protection. I really wanted her to save him from an angry mob and to accept him fully without having to kill his wife and baby to come to that realization. I'm also sorta mad that June was fine to just let Nick and Rose eat the cake - as if she didn't care a bit about them. Either way, there is SO MUCH ground to cover in the next 2 episodes and I'm getting worried our Osblaine moments will be super limited. Thoughts??

That’s interesting, let’s talk

1. So, is the Beauty and the Beast parallel off the table now?

Honestly, this is such an interesting question because, yeah at this point, it’s really hard to predict where the writers are taking this. It feels like they’ve already built a solid Beauty and the Beast foundation, that symbolism is clearly there. But where it all leads — who knows?

The one thing that surprised me (and maybe even lowkey reassured me?) is that they didn’t take Nick any further with this arc (I’m not good without her), not yet at least . And maybe that’s for the best.

It doesn’t mean they won’t keep using elements from that storyline though, there are a lot of those.

The main takeaway is: the parallel still exists. Just not sure yet what they’ll do with it next.

2. Will Rose die from the cake and make June feel like she’s just as “bad” as Nick?

I’m not so sure about that either. Like… how would ketamine hurt her if it didn’t really affect anyone else? Just because she’s pregnant? I’m kind of skeptical about this storyline, but okay — maybe they’ll explain it that way.

From a narrative perspective, yeah, it would make sense to get Rose (and the baby) out of the picture. She’s extra baggage for Nick right now, tying him to Gilead and making him less free to move forward. And since we’re heading toward the finale, it feels like we’re getting rid of everything that holds him back.

But honestly? I feel like that “I’m not innocent and good as Nick hinted” arc already happened — in this very same episode. The moment June stabbed Commander Bell in the eye and watched him suffer before he died? That was it.

(But okay, maybe that’s just me as a fangirl seeing what Nick said in literally every one of her reactions.)

And right after that, we saw June turn kinda soft again — going to Aunt Lydia, trying to solve things peacefully, talking instead of killing. So yeah, maybe that monster arc is already complete? I don’t know if they’ll go back to it through Rose’s storyline… it’s possible, but I’m not convinced.

3. June didn’t warn Nick about the drugged cake — does that mean she doesn’t care?

Honestly, I don’t think this was that serious. It was just a sleeping drug — and it didn’t even fully knock Bell out. So it clearly wasn’t dangerous, at least not to him.

What actually stood out to me was how much focus there was on June’s reaction to Nick. It was unreal. Like, if you think about it — this episode wasn’t about Nick and June at all, and yet? They still gave us so much. They didn’t show Nick’s side, they showed him through her eyes — how it hurt her to see him with his wife, hearing the vows?? how she wanted to go to him

There was so much focus on that, it blew my mind.

What bothered me more, honestly, was that they showed Nick looking… almost happy. At peace, even? Which doesn’t track at all with where he should be emotionally. Like, we know this man is destroyed inside. He’s depressed. He’s barely holding on. We know this character. So to see him smiling on stage, being all casual with Rose — it felt off.

But maybe that’s just how June sees him now. Maybe that was the point she’s watching him from across the room and thinking: “He’s fine. He has a wife and a baby. He’s happy without me😭😭

And that hurts. Because for so long, she’s only seen his loyalty. And now it feels like that’s gone for her

4. There’s not enough time left for their arc, is there?

Actually… I think there is. If you look at it closely, most of the other storylines are already wrapped up. Let’s list them:

• Aunt Lydia’s arc? Done.

• Janine’s? Resolved.

• The revolution? Pretty much happened kinda — they wiped out almost every commander in one episode.

• Luke? Yeah, maybe not officially over, but they’ve said it a hundred times this season: they’re a broken family staying together for Hannah. That’s their entire dynamic now. And you can really feel the difference if you compare it to earlier seasons. I just rewatched S5, and back then it wasn’t nearly this clear that June and Luke were done. But now it’s obvious.

And they’ve told us — over and over again — that June loves Nick.

Nick knows it too.

So what’s left?

Two full episodes to finally close the one major arc that’s still open: June and Nick.

We still have Serena floating around, yeah, but even that feels like her arc is wrapping up. So really — this show has time. Especially if you think about how much they’ve crammed into Episodes 9 and 10 in past seasons. Like, S4? They gave us SO much Nick and June in those last two episodes it felt like a fanfic dream.

And here’s what I’ve noticed: the writers don’t like to go too dark.

They haven’t done anything near Game of Thrones level. If you look at major character deaths, we’ve only lost Fred (who was clearly a villain), and that’s it?? That’s it.

They’re giving even the evil characters redemption arcs — Lydia, Serena.

And Nick? He hasn’t even done anything that really needs redeeming. He’s just still part of the system, and his arc is clearly about waking up and choosing something better.

Another arc that still needs resolution?

The idea that not all commanders are monsters.

We even saw this theme play out in this episode, when Serena tells her husband:

“You’re a bad person because you’re a commander.”

It’s not even about specific actions anymore. The title itself = monster. (Of course he is a monster no doubt)

But that’s the label Nick is carrying.

Even though he’s never had a handmaid, and he never would. He’s never raped anyone. He’s not like them.

(Also Hannah’s arc is not resolved)

So yeah, I think we still have enough time. enough to finally give us what we’ve been waiting for:

That moment where June says, loud and clear, it’s you. only you.

#osblaine #nick june

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evepere3 · 3 days ago

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Ok so I have a confession…… I heavily dislike the MC from court is darkness and Ikemen villains IDK WHY I just don’t like them and feel annoyed by them a whole lot😭 my favorite MCs is like the MC of love and deep space and this might be a hot take but Yui from Diabolik lovers I love those two bro😭 but idk why I have a dislike for the MCs for court of darkness and Ikemen villains because I sometimes get upset by their decisions because they always make poor ones and because maybe they act nothing like me😭😭 like I’m NOT about to take disrespect from some guy bro💀 and it’s the fact they both naively do things that can get them in danger and cause trouble for the others😭 and it doesn’t just go for them but I kinda dislike some ML’s too like it’s not just the MCs for example idk why BUT from court of darkness idk why but I dislike Jasper a whole lot and same goes for Roger in Ikemen villains no clue why maybe it’s the glasses but I don’t like them and it makes me mad how in Ikemen villains they always make the MC do something stupid or convinces her to do something and sometimes she catches them but does it anyways like girl what😭 like for example when Alfons gave her that weird cat costume and she put it on like girl huh!? I would NOT do that because remembered these MCs are suppose to be us but I’d rather wear the ugliest clothes than wear any costume given to me by that man, another thing I hate is that they can’t mind their own business bro😭 and every time someone says to them “it’s none of your business” they always reply with something corny like “you made it my business” or like “ik but this person needs help!” ……. Leave! GET OUT! That annoy me sm like bro why can’t you ever not eavesdrop like bro PLEASE😭 like I was so mad when in court if darkness the MC was listening in on a convo between Toa and his sister in the main story like cmon bro just stop😭 and another thing is how the both of them don’t defend their selves LIKE THEY BOTH BEEN KISSED NOT BY CONSENT AND THEY DO NOTHING! It make me so mad and it irks me because ik a lot of yall are not willing to let that slide and they mainly don’t do anything because their in “shock” or once I saw forgot which say that they didn’t do anything and should be flattered because their guy that kiss them without consent is cute…… I wanna cry I dislike those two MCs so much and before yall are like “but you like Yui” yes I do in the anime it doesn’t show her defending herself much but I remember in the manga she sometimes would defend herself and in the translated CDs I read she does defend herself and was trying to hit the triplet with I think a pan or hammer and then we got other times where she lets crowds take them and she actually stands up for herself or tries and even tried running away even though those vampire would’ve tried killed her she didn’t care as long as she tried to reach for her freedom and another thing is that Yui has a heavy disadvantage because they are cruel sadistic crazy vampires that don’t have pity or seem like they don’t care about her well being at times and mind you Yui is a normal young teen girl I’m pretty sure she’s 17 and like she’s stuck with Vampires that slut shame her and other things like cmon now and don’t bring up the Ikemen villains MC she did not try to escape them and she is surrounded by some of them that actually care for her as friends sadly Yui did not have that so please don’t compare them anyways this rant turned out longer than I thought so have a good night/day and may God bless all of yall

#ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikemen villains #otome game #ikemen games #tumblr fyp #ikemen victor #ikevil william #ikevil #court of darkness #diabolik lovers #diabolik brothers #diabolik boys #love and deepspace #love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace caleb #love and deepspace combat #love and deepspace comfort #love and deepspace xavier

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natsheretic · 2 days ago

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OO . you love the chase, you love to win

warnings: slight angst but not really, street racing, readers kinda out of it at the beginning, nat has a cherry red car, i think thats it

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JANUARY, 2021.

Your car was warm, warm enough to keep you distracted from the race you were barely prepared for. Street racing was never something you thought twice about, it was just another thing. But as all things do, money got tight, and you didn't know what to do. Your dumb little job washing cars payed almost nothing, you had no other options.

The text you had open on your phone did little to reassure you as to what you were getting yourself into. Your eyes scanned the text over and over again, but the words never changed.

Cherry road. 2 am. Don't be late.

Instructions for the race: do NOT hit your opponent's car, or damage it in any way during the race. During the actual race, there will be people in neon yellow jackets to direct you back to the starting point. Turn on whatever corner they are standing on.

It was just the address and information about the race, not how much money you'd get if you won, not who you were racing against.

Street racing was not the first thing you thought of when it came to scrounging for money, but it was the third. Maybe the fifth. You weren't keeping track.

It was late, way past your bedtime, and way past the deadline to back out of this. You could just… not show up? No, that's a little dumb.

“Fuck, I'm really doing this, huh?” You mumbled to yourself, pulling up to the mostly empty street, there were only a couple dozen people crowding around the sidewalk to watch the race.

You didn't catch a glance at who was in the car beside you, chances are, you probably wouldn't have recognized them. Wiskayok was small, sure, but you weren't really involved with people who did things like this. It couldn't hurt to look though, right?

You sighed and humored yourself for a moment, but it was no use since the windows of the cherry red car beside you were tinted, “Fitting. Name of the road matches the car.”

A tired huff left your mouth and you rested your forehead against the steering wheel for a moment, “What the fuck am I doing right now?”

Laughing to yourself in disbelief, you raised your head at the sound of a shitty store-bought airhorn, signaling the race was about to start. The person next to you revved their engine, and you did the same, because honestly, you weren't sure what to do at all.

The airhorn went off a second time, and both cars sped down the road. Granted, your car was a second later than the one beside you. But it's your first race!

The cherry red car was faster than yours, you had no choice but to speed up, the lights and buildings on either side of you turning into blurs. Your foot pressed the accelerator all the way down to the floor, passing your opponent. You grinned to yourself when the blur of red ended up behind you, weaving your way through the few cars left on the road.

There were a few people scattered on the corners of the streets to direct you and your opponent through the “track.” You turned right when you saw one of the people in a neon yellow jacket, as directed by the text you received earlier. The red car was fast, but it seemed like it wasn't faster than you.

The other racer turned down the same road a few seconds after you, their windows down, so you could see the person driving it. Your eyes darted to the side for half a second, seeing Natalie Scatorccio behind the wheel with a small smirk on her face once she realized she'd successfully distracted you.

Natalie went to high school with you, but you've never liked her. After you graduated, you were more than relieved to realize you'd never have to see her again. But apparently, it wasn't the last time you'd see her.

You faltered at the sight of the familiar bleach blonde, your car slowed down just enough for her to pass you, and your jaw tightened. You sped up yet again, now determined to win for more than money, just to beat Natalie.

A few more turns, close calls when it came to hitting each other's cars, and you ended up back on Cherry Road. Your cars were side by side, a very close race, the nose of your car just barely passed the streetlight before hers did, and the airhorn went off to signal your win.

You had a wild grin on your face from the sound, parking your car close by, and stepping out to make fun of Nat, like old times! You stopped by her now closed window and knocked with one knuckle, leaning down to rest your arms against it, “I wasn't expecting to see you here, Scatorccio.”

Natalie rolled her eyes, slumping back against her chair, “I wasn't expecting to see you here. Don't you have cars to wash?”

You feigned offense, placing a hand on your chest, just over your heart, “Is that all you think of me? A lowly car washer?” a mocking pout found its way onto your lips, before being replaced by a small smirk, “Well, congrats on your win!” you winced, “Oh… Wait, you lost. You lost to a first timer, Nat. That's truly pathetic.”

The blonde glared at you, pushing your arms off of her car, “Fuck off. Enjoy it while it lasts, it won't happen again.”

A laugh bubbled up in your throat as you stepped back, watching her roll her window up with a wider smirk on your face, resting a hand on your hip, “You wish! I'll be back to beat you again soon enough.”

You could only assume she scoffed, because her window rolled down barely enough for her to stick her hand out, flipping you off as she drove her car down the street and out of sight. The smirk never wiped off your face, even when you finally tuned back in to hear the conversations about who you are, and how you were able to beat Natalie so easily.

You shook your head and looked around momentarily, a disbelieving chuckle leaving you. Yeah. You'd be back, and soon.

welcome to aftercare! this is my first series but holy fuck i'm excited. street racer nat scatorccio 🩷🩷

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dreamerdrop · 2 days ago

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Keiko and Miles where they both don't realise the other is okay with being polyamorous due to a tiny little moment of miscommunication way back when they started dated.

Keiko asked in the most roundabout way possible, slyly going “so… is there anyone else you might have your eye on…?” and then listed a bunch of women she personally found attractive. Miles— being Miles, and being friends with Data (whose concept of relationships seems to stem entirely from 20th-century sitcoms) and Worf (whose entire concept of relationships is mind-blowingly conservative and rigid to the point of near absurdity) whom he went to for advice about the conversation— misinterpreted this as Keiko ~testing~ his faithfulness or something, so he very resolutely responded that he wasn’t at all interested in anyone but her because he is a committed person who “takes his relationships seriously”. Keiko misinterpreted this as Miles making clear that he was not at all comfortable with polyamory or an open relationship.

Hence, they both end up thinking that the other is the one who doesn’t want to open the relationship. Keiko has been patiently waiting for Miles to bring it up again and change his mind, but she won’t do it herself because she doesn’t want to seem pushy about it. After all, in her eyes, Miles set a very clear boundary and she wants to respect that… but she’s absolutely certain he’s got some kinda feeling towards Bashir and/or Kira. (Which Keiko very much shares! But she doesn’t want to make Miles uncomfortable about it!)

Miles, however, has been adrently pushing down any such feelings with the intense repression of a catholic schoolboy realising he had a fleeting thought that those paintings of ol’ Jesus Christ are kind of hot. Miles is shoving those feelings as deep down as he can get because he thinks Keiko is the one with a jealous streak who will be upset if she thinks Miles is attracted to someone other than her.

(Keiko, conversely, thinks Miles is the one with the jealous streak. She thinks she’s making fun little jokes about Miles having eyes for other women because she believes she can trust him so deeply that the idea of him cheating is absurd, especially since she also thinks she has made it clear that she would be fine with him having other partners if he just talked to her first.)

They spend years like this, with Keiko happily monogamous but quietly wondering when her beloved husband will realise that *he* isn’t perfectly happy being monogamous, and Miles shovelling down his obvious interest in anyone else, until…

He and Bashir (who else would it be, really?) make out a little while drunk one night. Miles heads to Keiko immediately in the morning and miserably tells her he screwed up, and Keiko is so, so confused because she thought she’d made it clear that Miles could have other partners, she would just like to be kept in the loop about it which he is doing so… What’s the problem?

Miles and Keiko abruptly realise that little moment of miscommunication that led to them both thinking polyamory was off the table even though they were both comfortable with it, actually.

(Keiko then quietly asks Miles if he still has the contact details for that Cardassian scientist, y’know, Gilora? She didn’t go for it at the time because she thought Miles would have been upset, but hey, if they’re actually both okay with it after all, well, maybe she could give her a call and— Miles interrupts that Garak is never gonna let him hear the end of this because Keiko was his excuse for turning Garak down this one time Garak got kinda tipsy and now Keiko is interrupting him because how could Miles not tell her about that?!)

(Keiko is sighing over how impossible her husband is to Kasidy later, who laughs and says “oh so I should have told Ben to go for it, huh?” and Keiko is grabbing her by the shoulders and emphatically telling her that she can go ahead and do that now immediately though please.)

#star trek #star trek ds9 #miles o’brien #miles o'brien #keiko o’brien #keiko o'brien #trek thoughts #ds9 thoughts #ds9 polycule #stella posts #.these thoughts brought to you by me working out why the clearly bisexual dude in the allegedly post-homophobia 24th century is so… y’know.#.miles acts like he’s going to be drawn and quartered for openly expressing attraction to anyone except keiko.#.while keiko is out here like ‘miles you should spend some alone time with nerys. miles does your boyfriend julian want to come over for di #.anyway i know the doylist the reasons. obviously.#.but here is my watsonian perspective. the bracketed parts at the end are just me being self indulgent you can ignore that.#.just had to throw in a few shippy ships for fun you know.

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pascalispunkczechia · 3 days ago

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Rules I Break For Him 5

When we get to the base, it's already loud as hell. People talking, shit clattering, the usual morning chaos.

I head straight to my office - meeting starts in 10 am, so coffee's gonna have to wait till after. Javier, meanwhile, makes his way to his desk.

I catch a glimpse of him picking up the phone. His face shifts. He looks... pissed. He ends the call and stands up so fast it's like his chair didn't even exist. He storms info my office. "Boss, we've got a situation," he blurts out.

Oh. So, I'm boss now. Not baby. Guess those roles are location-dependent. I make a mental note and bite back a smirk.

"We got a tip on a driver tied to one of our narco. Looks like he's heading to meet one of their guys. We need to check it out."

"How reliable is your source, agent Peña?" I ask, with just the right amount of edge - dragging out the last two words on purpose. Yeah! We're doing this game now. Apparently the whole 'let's drop the formalities' moment dind't happen. And honestly? I'm kinda living for it. Even if this is absolutely not the time for it.

"I trust him," he says simply.

"Good. You'll have to make do with three cars full of men."

"Fine. I'm taking Carillo," he says, already turning to leave.

All business. All discipline. Meanwhile, me? Still thinking about how he railed me into next week last night.

Get it together!, I tell myself. Maybe I should start taking notes from him. Because the last two days? Not exactly my most mature, professional self. I sigh and head off to the meeting.

And there we fucking go. We pull up the house. The place where one of Cali's top cartel fucker is supposedly about to pay a visit to one of his guys. Tip came from someone I know.

Vanessa.

Last time I saw her was maybe six months ago, right before they shipped my ass back to Texas. Needed to blow off steam. So I fucked her like... well, technically speaking, fucking is her job.

Haven't been with anyone else since. Vanessa tried, of course. Once I got back, she was calling the office five times a day, minimum. Didn't have the time. Or the fucking energy. Can't really blame her, though. Sure, she fucks for money and sees other guys, but I was tje only one she saw regularly for the last year. Maybe that's why she latched on.

But I was still pissed about missing the takedown Escobar. Didn't have room in my head for her. Didn't even have room for sex.

And then... she happened. And fuck if I know what the hell this is. She pulls me in like a goddamn magnet.

Look, I've always liked women. Liked fucking. No surprise there. But she's different. There's something in her that maes it impossible to just sleep with her and move the fuck on. I want to know her! Not just inside her, but deep under her skin. I want to crawl into whatever part of her she keeps locked up and stay there.

I want... fuck! I want something I haven't had in a long time. Someone to come home to. Someone to fall into at the end of the day... with the good, the bad, the ugly. Someone whose body isn't just a distraction, but a place to rest.

Okay, back to the Earth. Vanessa's tip came through a payphone. First time she's been actually useful in a long time - and no, she wasn't trying to get laid. Apparently, she's been seeing our narco's driver. So yeah, she knew exactly where the fucker would be today.

Now we're here. Waiting. Carillo's watching the street from the car like a hawk. But nothing's happening.

Maybe the tip was bullshit after all. Maybe I fucked up by trusting it. Or maybe I'm just so desperate to take a bite out of the Cali cartel, I'll chase anything that moves. Because I didn't get Escobar. And that shit still burns.

Then... Kid shows up. Thirteen, maybe. Gun in his hand. Fires one shot. Misses, of course. Little fucker can't aim. Takes of running.

Me and Carillo jump out. Leave the car right where it is. Tell the others to stay put, stay sharp, stay on comms.

We go after the kid. Suddenly shots ring out from the rooftops. We dive for cover under awnings, doorways - anything solid.

Jesus Christ! They're kids. Fucking kids.

We split up and try to get to the roofs, fast. Manage to grab two of them. One's maybe seventeen. The other, fifteen.

"You DEA fucks think you're smart, huh?" one of them spits. "You don't win in this neighborhood. Nobody does."

Carillo snaps. Screams at them to get on their knees, hands behind their heads. "What the fuck is this supposed to be?!" he yells.

"We got paid to keep watch. To report anything weird. So if you're waiting for someone, you're wasting your fucking time," they mutter - not as cocky now, but still full of attitude.

I don't wanna keep them. They're just kids. They don't see it like we do. Sad truth is, we can't stop this. They're from a poor neighborhood - someone waves money, and they'll do whatever it takes.

But stil.. Vanessa's tip was right. We just got here too early. These little fuckers already called it in - three matching DEA and police vehicles parked on the block? Yeah, nobody from Cali ain't showing today. Fuck!

"We let them go. Fuck it," I shout over to Carillo.

"Nope," he replies. "We need to send a message."

What the fuck? What does that mean?

Before I can even blink, Carillo pulls his gun and shoots the older kid straight through the head.

Holy shit...!

The body drops. Just like that. I can't move. Can't think. Just frozen.

He picks up the bullet casing, walks over to the younder one - the kid's crying now, shaking like hell. Carillo presses the bullet into his hand. "Give this to your boss," he says. "Tell him Carillo sends his regards. You don't fuck with us. Not for much longer."

And the kid? He runs. Doesn't look back. My ears are ringing. I don't get it. I don't fucking get how Carillo just shot a kid.

Fuck. We're all on edge, we're all strung the fuck out, but... this?! No. Fuck no.

I don't say a word the whole way back to the base. And Carillo doesn't try to talke either. Good.

It's dark out by the time we pull in. I walk inside, drop into my chair like my spine's not even holding me up anymore. Place is dead. Her office is dark too.

I should go home. But not home. Fuck that. The bar. That damn car's still parked out front anyway... whatever. Don't give a shit.

I walk. Smoke half a pack on the way. My hands are shaking. My stomach's sick. By the time I actually get to the bar, the last thing I want is a drink.

I need her.

I get in the car and drive straight to her place.

I'm standing at her door. Knocking... or trying to. My hands are fucking useless right now.

The lights are on. She's awake. She opens the door and the second I see her face, I know I came to the right place.

She looks at me, reads me instantly. "Javier... what happened?" she asks, voice soft, pulling me inside. "I didn't hear anything from Carillo but your face... something went wrong. What was it?"

We sit on the couch. I tell her, fast and flat. No details. No emotions.

She stares at me. Horified. And then she pulls me into her arms. I breathe her in. Coconut. She smells so fucking clean. Too clean for the filht I drag around with me.

I hold on to her. It helps. But noe enough. I pull back.

She looks me straight in the eyes. And then she pulls her shirt over her head. Nothing underneath. Her nipples are already hard.

Fuck.

She knows. She just fucking knows. And it makes something inside me break all over again.

My cock starts to throb immediately. I push her back gently, shrug off my tac vest and shirt, and watch her eyes track every inch of my body.

She reaches out, touches my stomach - slow, careful. I move my hands to her jeans, undo the button, pull them down, one leg at a time.

She stands. Wearing nothing but her panties. Takes my hand, leads me to the bed. Pushes me to sit. And I let her. Tonight, I can't think. I don't want to think.

She straddles me, starts kissing me, soft and slow. Her skin feels like fucking heaven. Soft, warm, real.

Her fingers slide into my hair and I lose it. I pick her up roughly and throw her down ono the bed. Her eyes go wide. Yeah. I know that look. I know this girl.

I grab her by the hips, drag her to the edge of the bed, and rip her lace panties down her legs. Black. Of course. Sexy as hell.

She props herself up on her elbows and watches me. She knows what's coming.

"I want you on your knees, baby," I growl. "I'm taking your from behind."

She does what I say. Back arched. Ass up. And jesus... that view.

I slide one finger inside her. She's soaked. Perfect. All for me. I add a second finger, move them in circles, twisting deep. She whines under me. Moaning. Squirming. I speed up. Lean down. Bite her ass - just hard enough.

She screams. Her pussy tightens around my fingers like a fucking vice.

"Who'd you come for, baby?"

"For you. For what you went through today."

And that's it. That's the fucking trigger.

I undo my pants, just enough to free my cock - and I slam into her in one sharp thrust.

Hard. Fast. No hesitation. Just raw need.

One hand in her hair. The other gripping her ass as I pound into her like my sanity depends on it. And maybe it does.

She's whining, all breathy and desperate, and fuck, even I can't keep from moaning. She's so fucking tight. I can feel every inch of her wrapped around me. Perfect.

I grind my hips slowly, bury myself all the way in, then freeze.

Need to slow the fuck down… I’m not ready to come yet. I need to stay inside her longer.

“Javi,” she begs, her voice wrecked. “Please.”

“What do you want, baby?” I mutter, low.

“Fuck me. Don’t stop.”

And just like that, I’m moving again. No holding back. Can’t. It’s so fucking good I could scream.

Every thrust pulls something out of me… the rage, the guilt, the sick churn in my gut from earlier.

I’ve got control again. And I’m not letting go.

I speed up, fucking her hard.

She’s crying out, loud and raw.

I grab her, pull her upper body back against my chest, keep her there. My lips find her neck, biting, kissing.

Her head drops to my shoulder, and she whimpers into my skin, nails digging into my hands as her whole body tightens around me.

She’s coming again. Two orgasms in ten fucking minutes. She’s a goddamn goddess.

That thought alone pushes me over the edge. I come hard. Burying everything into her - frustration, grief, need, fucking everything.

I stay deep until the last drop’s gone.

Then I pull out and smack her ass, just light enough to make her smile.

She collapses onto her back, breathing hard, cheeks flushed, eyes shining like I’ve never seen before.

I lie down next to her. Pull her into me, curl her up against my chest.

And just like that, I’m out cold.

🎀 F!READER PART 🎀

I open my eyes, and the first thing I see is the digital clock on the nightstand. 4:30 a.m.

Yesterday starts coming back in pieces. Morning meeting. Finally got handed the keys to my service car. Quick lunch at a shitty little bistro down the street.

Then the wait... waiting to hear how Peña and Carillo’s operation went down.

Carillo showed up around six. No success. Didn’t know where Peña was. All he said was, “We sent a message to Cali.”

That was it. No details, no follow-up.

Didn’t sit right with me. None of it did.

And when Javier still hadn’t come back two hours later, I gave up and went home.

Maybe he’s already there, I thought. Maybe I’m just overthinking.

But he wasn’t. And the pit in my stomach only got worse. Where the fuck was he?

I forced myself into the shower, hoping the water would help. It didn’t.

Got dressed again. Jeans. T-shirt. Didn’t even bother with pajamas.

If I didn’t hear anything within the hour, I was ready to go looking for him.

And then I heard it. Knocking on my door.

I bolted. Fuck. Javier.

The second I saw his face, I knew something was wrong. Really fucking wrong. He still had his tac vest on. The same one he wore on the operation.

You know the rest…

I passed out in his arms. Total blackout.

Between the panic, the waiting, and the fact that he basically fucked the breath out of my lungs - yeah, no mystery there.

I could tell he needed it. That was his therapy. And hey, I’m not exactly turning down sex-as-coping-mechanism if it feels that good.

Thinking about the way he wrecked me last night makes my stomach clench again. Yeah. That’s the kind of problem I can live with.

I glance to the side... the bed’s empty.

He’s at the window. Shirtless. Smoking.

Of course. Jesus, Javi, don’t spiral. Not now.

I sit up, spine against the headboard, and the mattress creaks loud enough to get his attention.

He turns.

I scan his face, trying to figure out what version of him I’m getting this morning. “How long’ve you been up?” I ask, keeping my voice low.

“An hour, maybe,” he mutters. Flicks the cigarette out the window like it insulted him personally, then walks over and sits on the edge of the bed.

His hand finds my hip, casual, but heavy. His gun and badge are still on the nightstand. I grab the badge, mostly to avoid looking at him.

“Why aren’t you asleep, baby?” he asks.

“Probably the usual city bullshit outside,” I say, still avoiding eye contact like a fucking coward.

Look. We’re excellent at sex. Like disturbingly good. But when it comes to anything involving actual talking? Yeah, we suck at that.

“I think we should… talk more,” I mutter, then immediately regret how I said it. “Like, yeah, the sex is mind-blowing, five stars, would recommend... but maybe you should actually, I don’t know… say some of the shit you’re carrying around instead of stuffing it under the mattress and hoping I don’t notice?”

I finally look at him. Straight in the eyes. “I just think… maybe we should try to get to know each other. Beyond the whole ‘you’re hot and angry and broken and I wanna ride you into next week’ part.”

It comes out sharp. Honest. And yeah, I can’t believe I actually said it either.

He just looks at me for a second. Takes the badge from my hand and sets it back down on the nightstand. “I do want to talk,” he says. “You’re probably the only person in this fucked-up city I’d even want to talk to. I just… don’t know what else to say about what happened yesterday. This case is getting under my skin more than Escobar ever did. Maybe because I still haven’t gotten over the fact that they pulled me back to the States and I never got to finish that shit. And every fuck-up since then? Just adds more fuel to the fire.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” I say softly, looking him straight in the eyes. “I really am. I wish I could help…”

And yeah. Maybe it’s selfish, but I hate how much it hurts me to see him like this.

“No. You can’t. I mean… you are helping me. Just by being there last night. That was my way of coping. You’re the only thing right now that actually helps,” he says, his hand moving slowly over my stomach. “And I wanna know you, baby. Fuck, I wanna know every inch of you, inside and out. But right now? Everything’s just fucked. So I fall back on the one thing I’ve always been good at: the physical part. Fucking. That’s the one thing I know I can do right. The one thing I’m sure I won’t fuck up.”

His hand slides up, palm over my breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. “If this is how I get to keep you in my life... if this is how I make sure you don’t just disappear on me... then this is what I do.”

My brain’s short-circuiting. Was that a fucking… confession?

Did this gorgeous, emotionally wrecked man (with everything going to hell around him) just say he needs me? My chest tightens.

I grab his hand, the one resting along my side, and squeeze it. “I’m not going anywhere,” I tell him.

He gives me a sad little smile, kisses me, and lies down next to me.

We end up curled around each other, tangled up like fucking silverware.

He buries his face in my hair and starts breathing deep and slow.

I don’t want this moment to end. Eventually his breathing evens out. He’s asleep. Arms still wrapped around me.

And me? I feel safe. God, I feel so fucking safe with him.

Which is insane, right? We’ve known each other maybe three days! I’m technically his boss. I’m supposed to be drowning in case files, not in his arms.

What the hell are we even doing? Maybe we’ve both lost our minds.

Maybe I don’t care. Because right now, this... this is exactly where I want to be.

Call it whatever the fuck you want. But the fact that we both ended up back in Cali at the same time? That’s not just coincidence. My logical brain left the chat.

After Diego, my ex, I promised no man would ever take me down like that again. I was supposed to work my ass off, come home dead-tired and emotionally numb, and be fine with that.

But now? Now I feel good in a way that scares the shit out of me. I don’t wanna get burned again.

Diego was nothing like Javier. Not really.

And if I’m honest? Whatever I had with Diego wasn’t even close to this.

He cheated. The second a trashy street whore smiled at him. Made me feel like nothing. Like I was disposable. I’m never letting anyone do that to me again.

I burrow deeper into Javi’s body. Half-asleep, he brushes a fingertip over my belly. Soft. Gentle.

Do I trust him? I’m trying. No. I do. I trust him.

And that is what scares me.

Because what if this connection isn’t strong enough to survive the shitstorm that is our reality?

A tear slips down my cheek. I squeeze my eyes shut and press myself tighter into his warmth... so close I can feel the soft brush of hair between his thighs.

I try to fall back asleep.

Okay, I know - you’re probably thinking: “What the hell was Carillo doing there? Isn’t he already dead, killed by Escobar?”

Of course he can’t be in Cali. But listen, we’re in a completely different dimension here, alright? I needed Carillo for a plot twist. A twist that just popped into my head, and trust me, it’s a big one.

So yes, I need Carillo. I also need the prostitute Vanessa, which is why she’s mentioned. Everything that just happened is actually really important for what’s coming.

And trust me, what’s coming won’t be just about sex but it’s gonna keep you hooked. Or at least I hope it will.

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