#I. Feel frazzled tho
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THIS is partly what I mean. I need more stillness and rest than most. Or I get burned out fast, I'm consumed by the horrible, rote, meaningless activity and it even drains me of energy for real things, creativity, things that matter. A state of constant tension (which I have anyway but even more). NEVER a life I want to live.
I need a workday of 4-5 hours-- unless it's work I love and am passionate about-- with the rest being rest, immersing in nature, creativity, hands on things, volunteer, interacting with kids and animals, etc.
I dont care about a lot of material things anyway. So I don't need a lot of money for superficial things like fashionable clothes, fancy cars, things thst font matter compared to things that aren't quantifiable. I am the sort of person who is really not made for this society at all, with its relentless consumerism and shallowness, hollowness-- I strive for meaning, the things that are suited to my skills and natural inclinations
#Even writing I only do 3-5 hrs#I can switch to more#I. Feel frazzled tho#Even w this much#INFP#Work for myself#Writing#Blog#Perhaps human rights organization#I wouldn't want to work for a corporation#I dont care about materialism or any products#I crave meaning.#Meaning is in helping the vulnerable#More ppl should do it#Empathy#Creativity#Use innate abilities#for what is needed!!!#Write blog#Ir research#farm#creative business#Work w kids and animals#WHY NOT?#rather than blah thing that means nothing#Why shouldn't I do these things?#Dream s r for a reason
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random stuff dump =___=
#witch hat tag#orufrey#feel like i can barely draw in the past day or so.. (agott voice) you are drawing tho. i wanted to do cooler tarot cards#like a cooler more dynamic pose for qifrey but i could only get out scribbly draft things for later..i feel frazzled#truly idk what im doing atm... ive received some REALLYYYY nice comments & messages lately thođ„șđ„ș#mostly cause i felt so bad i begged for them LOL praise is honestly like đł?????? but..ough..thank u to those ppl.....#thank u guys..........#i gotta get better so that i am deserving of such words....
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ough.
#i think sometimes itâs worse realizing itâs not as okay of an anxiety day as you thought it was. lured into a false sense of security etc.#i had dinner plans and i think i shouldâve stayed home lolol#the waiter leaning so far into my personal space that i could smell his cologne and trapping me in the corner to take my order was yikes!!#on top of so much noise and already frazzled nerves because iâm just feeling it in general#not to be negative once again and lb another episode from my brain tho. iâm just. yeah đ« #the life and times
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Also I got my essay exam back today. Full points!!! Which was a surprise bc my 4th essay was definitely lower quality than the other three (bc I rushed it), but still good enough to get full points!!!!
Makes me wonder what that other one I spied being a 1 was like ïżœïżœïżœïżœđ€đ€ bro was NOT good at writing I guess.
#speculation nation#weird grading scale. each essay was rated 0 thru 3. 0 being Real Bad or just plain wrong.#1 being Okay. 2 being Good. and 3 being Excellent. according to what my professor explained.#and all the points for all 4 essays were totaled. so since i got 3s on all 4 i got 12/12 points.#but he also said it's not like percentage based for the grades. 3s earn As 2s earn Bs and 1s earn Cs. presumably.#so even if u got a 4/12 thats not failing. still not very good tho.#i realized when i was writing that it really has been a while since ive done a proper essay. im a techie not a literature student.#i do scientific reports so much more than fucking Essays.#i tried to dust off the old skills tho and i guess i did pretty good overall. tho i wonder. it feels like he was pretty lax in grading.#bc im being honest my last essay was Not Good in structure. i was rushing bigtime. i just wanted it done.#but i guess bc i answered all the questions and was generally good at diction (creative writing Does help with this)#it was still good enough to be a 3. which makes me So Curious how bad that person did to get a 1......#i only caught a peek when i was grabbing mine. couldnt look too in depth.#ALSO THO tuesday's presenter got a 7.6 As Opposed To my 8.6!!! professor gave them a 7 (as opposed to my 8)#which makes me feel a little better about how i did. (this scale out of 9 lol). bc like. i did better than them at least!!#felt a lil bad for today's presenter. she was clearly getting kind of frazzled. it rly is hard to present for an hour.#we write out critiques for every presentation. stuff we liked and stuff we didnt. unfortunately i had criticisms to give đ#but i try to sandwich it with good things too. so it's not All bad things. i still feel bad critiquing them#but such is the review expectations. i try to at least be fair about it.#(to clarify. grades arent announced to the class. i just sit right up front near where he puts the papers and im Nosy lol)
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heads up but i'm gonna be moving everything over to @meteodrives đ at a snail's pace though.
#essentially; irl stuff has me feeling frazzled & it makes me wanna clean everything up#but i dont have the time to do that here. so busy girl's guide to spring cleaning is simply to move lmao#i dont often acc hop but el oh el im making an exception this one time bc i like that url.#it's one of my old & unused blogs so it isn't beta locked for my peeps who prefer legacy editor <3#f in the chat for sevnthhart tho u had a good run đ©
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i have been making croissants (two day process) and i just totally fucked them by letting them get too warm while proving and the butter melted. lets see what happens (-,:
#have had such a nice day tho#nice to talk to olive last night and do something tactile after (baking and cleaning)#woke up went on a walk with a friend and it was so so so nice to reconnect#got up to no good and our dogs played#super impromptu vet visit ive been putting off#to pickup hal's flea and tick and heartworm meds and get him a vaccine#but they fit us in today with like a 30 min notice!#made myself some armor and it felt very ritualistic...wore it today#it got indirectly complimented which felt like a sign hehe#pulled some a crazy little reading for myself with my new deck which im intimidated by but really like#i find tarot in general a little intimidating but still cool#curious how these croissants will bake. theyre kind of for someone so i hope they turn out well#did everything by hand bc im a luddite and find stand mixers impersonal#got some Plans tomorrow maybe tripping???#and tonight seeing two friends i feel supported and cared about and frazzled and better and angry and like a big mess
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i love princess treatment
#lol it was so funny at the airport this hot person was checking my belongings and asked if i was over 18...when they were supposed to ask if#i was over 12 đđđ#i think they were frazzled but were so composed before it made me feel POWERFUL đ omg they were so fineeee tho#fully tattooed arms this fine ahh voice like so fine#and were making sure i got all my stuff thru omgomg made me so happy#me#so chivalrous
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entangled - jjk&kth - part two
â¶title: entangled â¶pairing: spidey!jungkook x fem reader, venom!taehyung x fem reader â¶au: marvel au ⶠrating: 18+ ⶠgenre: romance, smut, love triangle ⶠwc: 9k ⶠwarnings: mentions of blood and injuries, more infidelity type things, reader is confused af, two smut scenes because we take what they wanna give us: unprotected sex (donât do this tho), dirty talk, kissing, fingering, couple position switches, itâs all pretty lovey dovey ⶠsummary: Kim Taehyung is Venom. A huge, terrifying symbiote monster thatâs bonded with him and made a deal for a common goal. You donât know what youâre doing. Your feelings are mixed and frazzled and confused. But you may not have the time to sort them out just yet if you canât keep the two people you care about most from killing each other first. ⶠauthors note: hello darklings. Youâve all waited way too long for me to get this second part together and for that I apologize. I hope this makes up for the wait. The third and final part that follows this will be a bit of a wait too while I work on another fic, but I promise it will come. Big endless shoutout to @sailoryooons for listening to me whine about this for months and for beta reading the mess that it became. Also shouts to @tea4sykes for reading before it was even done to reassure me it was flowing okay. I love you guys.
Part One (if you missed it)
playlist if you want it: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5cg79N5KQBmZ9fOCtyD3A7?si=cQlAtRT7Roat33E60rzKtQ&pi=u-lMIH9SpZSD6X
You needed to run.
Everything was happening too quickly, your head couldnât catch up with your feet that were scrambling across the floor in every direction trying to escape the monster Taehyung had just turned into. He had you completely trapped with nowhere to go.
Not to mention you were mostly naked with only a thin sheet barely clinging around you.
âStop! Leave me alone! Please!â You beg and scream as it cuts you off again when you make a dash for the stairs.
âNo. Leaving.â Venom roars and tries to make a move towards you, but stops when you accidentally back into the record player Taehyung has sitting on his side table.
The record scratches and squeaks at a high pitch and Venom groans in pain at the sound, his clawed hands grabbing at his head as he stumbles backwards. His black, crawling skin pulls away until you catch glimpses of Taehyung beneath the monster.Â
âRun. PleaseâŠrun,â he begs before Venom consumes him again. But before he can get too far, you push over the record player so that it makes a constant high pitched noise and Venom screams until he falls back against the railing and goes over the edge.
You donât wait to see anything else.Â
Grabbing the ends of the sheet you dash towards the bathroom and shove the door closed behind you, looking around frantically for a way to escape. Immediately your eyes see the fire escape outside the window.Â
You see some discarded clothes on the floor and immediately throw on the T-shirt and basketball shorts before using all your strength to shove open the old window that has obviously not been used in years. The old white paint cracks and splinters to the floor as you climb up onto the sill.
A loud bang suddenly sounds from outside the bathroom door. Venom mustâve stopped the record player.Â
âWhere are you, girl?â You hear his menacing voice travel through the door.Â
Your pulse picks up again as you shove yourself the rest of the way out the window and into the pouring rain. The metal of the fire escape creaks and brings an instant chill to your already shaking body.Â
Looking back, you see the bathroom door shatter with the force the monster uses to break it open. You can barely hear yourself scream as you throw your weight onto the top of the window and close it behind you. You donât look back again as you sprint down the stairs of the fire escape, but the sound of Venom crashing through the glass makes you move faster.Â
Bricks from the warehouse crunch beneath his claws and feet, causing pieces to crumble and rain down over your head. As soon as your bare feet hit the pavement, you make a mad dash past the docks and towards the main road.
The rain pelts against your face as the clouds continue to block the sun that should be starting to come up now. There is barely any light for you to see where you are going while the world is still wrapped in a navy blue hue.
You can see headlights up ahead. Cars. People. A way out.
âNot so fast.â Venom suddenly drops in front of you, making you stumble and fall to your back against the cobblestones. Your elbows scrape across the ground as you try to move away but heâs too big and too fast.
âPleaseâŠjust let me go. I wonât tell anyone about you. I swear.â You press flat to the ground as Venom looms over you, his face slowly maneuvering downwards until your nose almost touches him.
âWeâŠwant to keep you. Protect you.âÂ
âYouâre scaring me, Taehyung. How can you say you want to protect me?â The crawling, black skin of Venomâs face peels away to reveal Taehyung once more.
âYouâre in the middle of something that you shouldnât be,â Taehyung says desperately.Â
âWhat does that even mean?âÂ
â_____, please stay away from Jungkook. He-â Taehyung is cut off when Venom closes the skin back over his face. âHeâs here,â he growls, moving to stand over top of you.
Before you can question him again, the bright light of a laser blast shoots past you, barely skimming Venomâs shoulder and blowing chunks of the ground all over you.
When you look back up, the red and gold suit of Ironman comes flying into your view. He tries to fly between you and Venom, but the monster is too fast, back handing Ironman and sending him flying into the side of one of the buildings.
âNo!â You yell, trying to get to your feet but you canât get your footing with all the rubble surrounding you.
âStay. Back,â Venom whips around to tell you. That distraction is enough for Ironman to come flying back, hitting Venom in the stomach with his shoulder and throwing the two of them about ten feet away.
You donât want Jin to hurt Taehyung. Venom is the monster. Taehyung is good. Heâs gentle and kind.Â
Your head hurts so badly and thereâs blood dripping down your newly busted lip. You donât know what you can do but you have to do something.Â
Getting to your feet as the rain continues to pour from the thundering clouds overhead, you clamber through the rubble trying to get closer to where Jin has Venom pinned against the side of a dumpster. Just as you approach, Venom hits Jinâs hand away causing the laser blast to go off and almost hit you. You felt the heat of it skim past your face.
âGet out of here, _____! Now!â Jin yells, losing his balance when Venom pushes him off into the side of another building. You fall back on your ass, hitting the wet street once again.
Venom crawls over to you slowly. The sight of it freezing you in place as the slithering skin of his face once again pulls back to reveal Taehyung.
âI donât want to hurt you.â He says, bending to get closer to you. You can see Jin getting back up out of the corner of your eye.
âRun, Tae. Please just run away and hide. And donât ever come looking for me again. Theyâll kill you.â You touch his cheek and his eyes close. âPlease go.â
Just as you take your hand away you hear someone from above you yell your name, your head whipping up at the familiar sound.
Venomâs face consumes Taehyung again as he steps in front of you defensively. Jungkook comes into view, swinging down from a web attached to the nearest warehouse.Â
Jungkook moves so quickly you can barely register whatâs happening before heâs kicking Venom hard enough to make him roar and fly across the other side of the road.
âGet her out of here, Jungkook!â Jin yells as he comes back into the fight.
âWe have him where we want him! Iâm not leaving!â Jungkook yells back, shooting a web at one of the big pieces of rubble and flinging it towards Venom.
It shouldnât hurt to hear him say that.
It shouldnât sting like a slap across the face when he doesnât choose you again. But god, does it fucking ever.
âNow!â Jin screams the word at Jungkook, barely holding off Venom, who is scraping and clawing with all his might to get back to you.
Such an anomaly this turned out to be.
Jungkook shoots off a few more webs, catching them on one of Venomâs wrists and sticking to the ground so itâs harder for him to move. And then Jungkook is whirling around and scooping you into his arms.
You wrap your arms around his neck instinctively, looking over his shoulder to watch the fight between Jin and Venom for as long as you can before theyâre just dots in the distance as Jungkook swings you back into the city.
You almost start to doze off from exhaustion when you feel the world stop moving and Jungkook standing you on your feet. You almost lose your balance at the loss of him so suddenly.
âWhat the fuck were you doing out there, ____?â Jungkook asks, his voice loud and full of an anger youâd never heard from him before.
âIâŠI was just going for a walkâŠâ the lie falls from your mouth before you even have a chance to think about it. âI got lostâŠâ
âHow do you always do this? How are you always in the middle of some terrible shit?â Jungkook rips his mask off and throws it across your bedroom against the opposite wall before he starts to pace.
âIâm sorryâŠâ you feel so small as you watch the anger radiate off of him.
âSorry? Youâre sorry? Do you have any idea what youâve likely cost us tonight?â He comes into your space, backing you into your kitchen counter.
âJungkookâŠâÂ
âJustâŠstay out of my way, Data.â His shoulders slump when he steps back from you and grabs his mask from the floor. Your body shakes and gives into your exhaustion, your knees hitting the floor as Jungkook bounds off your balcony.
The only light in your apartment is from the barely there sun, casting shadows of your furniture and the plants on the windowsill across the hardwood floor. Itâs quiet, too quiet when thereâs a busy city 10 floors down.
How could one person make you feel so loved and so alone at the same time? Were you the bad guy? You slept with Taehyung out of spiteâŠdidnât you? Thatâs how it started at leastâŠnow youâre not sure how you feel.
You donât understand Taehyung, and part of you wants to know more. Why is he allowing Venom to control him and use him? What does he get out of it? All questions you would love to ask him if he wasnât an absolutely terrifying monster.
A monster that Jungkook could possibly be killing right now. That thought makes you nauseous immediately.
You crawl across the floor until you can press your back against the wall, pulling your knees to your chest and putting your head between them. You needed to block it all out for a momentâŠor several.
You donât know how long you have been sitting there or when you fall asleep but eventually you lift your head and squint at the sun trickling in through your windows and balcony doors. A perfectly cool breeze moves your green curtains and gives you goosebumps.
When your back starts to hurt from sitting on the wood floor, you convince yourself to get up to close the door. You know you desperately need a shower as well.
As you reach the balcony door, you see Jungkook sitting on your stone railing, his head in his hands. You want to rush towards him and make sure heâs okay, but you stay put.
âHow long have you been out here?â You ask quietly, hand gripping the door handle too tightly.
âA while.â Jungkook mutters, his hands coming up to his hair and pulling at the roots.
âYouâŠyou should go home, Jungkook.â You hate the sound of your own voice right now. Weak and scratchy.
âI shouldnât have said those things to you earlier, Data.â He moves slowly, head coming up as he slides off the railing to stand.
âBut you did. And I have a feeling you meant them.â
âNoâŠI just donât understand why we canât catch this monster. And when I saw you there, I lost it.â He runs his hand through his mess of black waves.
âDidâŠdid you catch him now?â You swallow thickly, not sure what answer you want to hear.
âNo. Jin couldnât hold him. Heâs looking into asking Dr. Kim for help in building a trap.â He looks defeated and the guilt starts to crawl up your throat.
Dr. Kim Namjoon is a scientist that most people would know as the Hulk. Heâs a brilliant mind and someone you very much look up to as far as the career path you hope to take one day. It scares you that he might get involved in capturingâŠor killing Taehyung.
âIâm sorry,â is all you can manage to whisper.
âDataâŠâ He steps closer to you and you flinch a little. âFuckâŠfuck Iâm so sorry. You were scared and youâreâŠyouâre fucking hurt and all I did was yell at you.â Jungkook stays where he is, but reaches out his hand towards you.
âI donâtâŠI canât,â you whimper.
âItâs okay. Let me take care of you, baby. Please.â His hand stays out stretched and you know if you take it that the guilt will continue to eat away at you. That you can never tell him what you know. Because you care about JungkookâŠbut you care about Taehyung too, and you just hope he runs and doesnât come back.
You take Jungkookâs hand and he gently steps towards you again until heâs close enough to cup your face in his hands, angling it in different ways to mentally take note of your injuries. He runs his thumb over the bump on your forehead and the cut on your lip that has you wincing. His lips press to your forehead when your arms finally wrap around his middle and fingers grip at his back.
âIâm just making trouble for you, JK.â Your lip trembles when you look up into his eyes, his brows scrunching in confusion.
âWe knew when we started that this wasnât going to be easy. But IâŠI have a responsibility, Data. And Iâm doing my best to do that and keep you safe.â He swipes at your tears and lifts you onto the counter so he can stand between your thighs. âIâll always keep you safe.â
You believe him. But at what cost? What will happen to him if he continues to worry about you instead of the danger he is so heroically protecting the cityâŠmaybe even the world from. He is your best friend and something so much more.Â
Your hands slide into his hair, the damp strands sliding through your fingers in the most familiar way. Jungkook's hands stay on your cheeks as he pulls your mouth to his, swallowing the little whimpers that try to escape you.
His lips taste like his favorite minty chapstick and the cinnamon gum he had probably chewed on his way back to your apartment. He always chews it when he needs to think more clearly.
âYou have every right to be angry with me,â you whisper between sweet pecks to your lips.
âAngryâŠmaybe. But cruel? No. You mean more to me than that.â His mouth finds your jaw while his hands gently hold your shoulders. âHow about a bath?â
Could you really be deserving of these moments with Jungkook when you were enjoying being face down on Taehyungâs bed just a day ago?
Fuck. You were so fucking selfish.
You nod your head âyesâ, not trusting your voice when guilt is rising up your throat.
Jungkook picks you up from the counter, your arms around his neck and legs around his hips as he carries you towards your tiny apartment bathroom. Stopping once or twice to press your back against the wall and slip his tongue into your mouth. A tongue that you gladly suck between your teeth until he moans your name.
âGet these off.â Jungkook shoves into your bathroom, the space almost too small for you and his broad body. He makes quick but gentle work of your dirt and blood stained clothes, kicking them into the corner of the bathroom.
You help him slide the sleeves of his blue and red suit down his arms, slowly revealing all the beautiful ink tattooed into the skin of his right arm. Your hands follow the dips of muscle of his torso as more skin is revealed from beneath his suit.
After heâs naked and youâve thoroughly touched as much of his bare body as you can, you slide your ass up onto your tiny marble vanity and open your legs for him to stand between. Jungkook stands back a moment, his eyes roaming and settling between your legs.
âAre you sure youâre okay with this? You went through a lot tonightâŠâ You donât let him finish his sentence, wrapping your fingers around his semi-hard cock so you can stroke him.
âLetâs talk later. Right now I just need to feel you inside me. Remind me why Iâm yoursâŠplease.â You could feel traitorous tears try to well in your eyes and Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion for a moment.
âDataâŠâ He puts his hand over yours to stop your strokes.
âNo. PleaseâŠI need you.â You meet his eyes and it only takes him a moment to tighten his hand on yours and help you move your fist up and down his cock again.
Jungkooks head rolls forward, a deep grumble in his chest sending shivers up your spine. He steps closer so his hips can widen your thighs and you can guide his cock to your entrance. Youâre so wet that he easily pushes into you, your back arching off the vanity mirror at the stretch.
âYouâve always been my girl, Data.â His tattooed hand grips your hip and steadies you when he begins to shallow thrust, crude wet noises already coming from where your bodies meet. âYour pussy always remembers me so well.â
âDo the other Avengers know how filthy your mouth is?â You whisper, leaning forward to kiss him.
âMy filthy mouth is only for you.â Jungkook kisses you back, sheathing himself completely inside you and holding himself there. He moves his swollen lips down your jaw and over your chest until he reaches your nipples, sucking and pulling until youâre a moaning mess.
âPlease move, Jungkook.â You inch your ass forward until itâs perched right on the edge of the vanity. Jungkook groans against your breast, lifting his head to look where your bodies meet.
He holds both your hips in his hands as he begins a quick pace. But no matter how fast he pumps his hips against you, he never misses that spot inside you that makes stars dance across your eyelids.
âYou feel so good. I donât think Iâm gonna lastâŠâ His distressed face meets yours and you reach up to touch his face and pull him closer.
âIâm so close, JKâŠplease make me come.â He kisses you, hard and unyielding while his cock drills you against the mirror. Youâre almost afraid itâll break when he forgets how strong he is. But you donât care, you want him to break you. You donât deserve soft and sweet right now.
Jungkook lifts you off the vanity and faster than humanly possible has you on the floor of your hallway right outside your tiny bathroom. He throws your legs over his shoulders and hits a spot inside you that almost immediately has you crying out his name and coming all over his cock. Your pussy clenches around him so hard it makes him whimper above you, bringing him to his own orgasm. He fills you up as warmth spreads all over your body.
âDid I hurt you? I was too roughâŠâ His hands are immediately on your face angling you to look at him.
âNo, Iâm okay. I promise.â You smile at him, hoping that it feels real. Youâre too riddled with guilt.
âLetâs get in the bath.â He pulls out of you slowly, sitting up on his knees while he presses soft kisses to your fingers and palm.
The tub is far too small for the both of you, but it doesnât matter. Water sloshes out onto the floor each time you move, but that doesnât matter either. It feels good to have his warmth behind you when you lean back against his chest.Â
âDo you want to talk about what happened?â Jungkook asks after a while, his hands rubbing your arms while his lips kiss the top of your head.
You freeze, knowing that you should tell him the truth. That you know who the monster is that heâs searching for. But you canât bring yourself to put Taehyung in danger. So you lie. Again.
âI went for drinks with friends last nightâŠI got lost walking home. I donât know how I ended up at the docks. It was so stupid of meâŠâ You hate how easily the lie spilled out.
âYou arenât stupid, Data. You just seem to have a magnet for danger.â He laughs quietly, kissing your shoulder. âI shouldnât have made you feel like it was your fault.â
âIt was my fault. I messed things up for you and Jin,â you sigh, slumping against his wet chest.
âDonât worry about that. It wonât be much longer before we have the monster.âÂ
âHave him?â You ask, goosebumps prickling your skin.
âMr. Kim thinks the monster is a human. An experiment gone wrong. He wants to help himâŠor study him. As long as it isnât running free in the city anymore.â Jungkook explains, his hands gathering some soap bubbles from the water and washing your arms and chest with gentle fingers.
âHow would he help him?â If Jin can help TaehyungâŠthen maybe he can get rid of Venom.
âIâm not sure. I think we would be better off getting rid of it altogether. Itâs a menace.â You feel Jungkookâs muscles tense as he talks and you know you still can't tell him the truth about Venom.
You donât say anything else, afraid that your voice will shake and give you away. He knows you too well.Â
Jungkook makes sure youâre cleaned up and comfortable in bed before he leaves you again. In most cases you would feel hurt that heâs left, but you need time to think without your feelings being clouded by his presence.
What the fuck are you going to do?
Going about your normal day to day life felt wrong. You go to school. You study with your friends. You see Jungkook on occasion, and every time you do, the guilt burrows a little deeper inside you, whittling away at your ability to keep up the facade.Â
What makes it worse was that Taehyung hasnât been at school for two weeks. It makes you absolutely terrified that something has happened to him. That undeniable connection you felt with him makes it difficult not to worry.
Sleep almost completely evades you the last two weeks.
âYou look terrible,â Hoseok pokes, sitting a fresh coffee down in front of you on the library study table.
âCharming,â you grumble, snatching the coffee and inhaling its heavenly caffeine-illed scent.
âItâs not even finals season, why arenât you sleeping? Trouble with the boyfriend perhaps?â Hobi sits his backpack down and plops into the chair next to you.
âHe isnât my boyfriend.â You press your forehead to the table and gently hit it against the top a few times. âAnd I justâŠmy upstairs neighbor has been noisy.â The lies start to come out easier and easier the more you make up.
âI told you to move in with me months ago. Way closer to campus.â He pops some cheese cracker snacks into his mouth.
You know it would be nice to live with Hoseok. Easy. But you canât. Not with Spider-Man coming and going and a giant monster possibly looking for you now. You could never forgive yourself if something happened to your friend.
âI appreciate that offer, you know I do. I justâŠlike my space.â You sigh, lifting your head to meet his eyes. He probably knows youâre lying, but if he does, he doesnât let on.
âOffer continues to stand if you change your mind, ___.â The look on his face is serious for a moment before he points the bag of snacks towards you. âCrackers?â
You smile and take a handful, popping them into your mouth as you sit back in your chair and listen to Hoseok talk more about nothing and everything for as long as you can.
After Hobi leaves, you continue to study until you notice the daylight is starting to disappear outside the library windows. You stretch your arms over your head, groaning when your stiff muscles protest before packing up your things to finally head home for the night.
Pulling your phone from your bag, you see thereâs been no messages from Jungkook since yesterday afternoon when he said he would stop by as soon as he could. It shouldnât be disappointing, you should be used to it, but that little pang still makes you feel some type of way.
You sigh, shoving your phone into your back pocket as you exit the library and see that itâs raining again. It seems like there has been constant rain over the last two weeks, making everything dreary. A mirror to how you felt inside as well.
Not having an umbrella, you power walk down the street towards the train station to get home. Itâs only a couple of blocks but you still hate to do it at night. Especially when you get a sudden chill at the back of your neck, as if someone is following you. But every time you turn around, no one is there.
âRelax, ____. Youâre exhausted and delirious,â you say to yourself, trying to calm your nerves as you continue walking.
Something big moves at the corner of your eye, dashing down the alleyway to your right and making you halt your quick steps. The only way to your apartment is past that alleyway, so you convince yourself once more that the exhaustion is getting to you and you press forward down the sidewalk.
You hold your breath and close your eyes as you sprint past the alleyway, stopping after a few feet to catch your breath.
You make it. Youâre in the clear. The home stretch.
A cold hand wraps around your wrist and yanks you backwards into the alley. Your brain tries to catch up with whatâs happening but when you try to scream, another hand covers your mouth just as your back is pressed against the cold, wet bricks of the wall behind you.
âPigeon.â Taehyungâs deep voice sounds hoarse but also relieved. Your fight or flight instincts immediately melt away when your eyes settle on his injured face.
A cut on his eyebrow, a bruise beneath his left eye, blood dripping from his forehead from beneath his mess of black hair. What the hell happened to him?
You gently wrap your hand around his wrist and slowly move his hand away from your mouth.
âI wonât scream. I promise,â you assure him, his shoulders visibly unwinding.
âI know youâre scared of me. Iâm sorryâŠI put you in danger because I was being selfish.â Taehyung takes a step back from you, giving you space.
âIâm not scared of you.â You reach out and softly touch his cheek just beneath his eye where the bruise has blossomed and he shivers at your touch.
âIâm just glad that youâre safe.â Taehyung moves your palm to his lips and presses a kiss to your skin.
âWhat happened to you, Taehyung? Where have you been?âÂ
âAll Iâve wanted since this started was to expose The Life Foundation. Theyâre testing on people and killing them. Not a single person has survived untilâŠâ
âYou,â you say quietly, watching his shoulders slump before he nods in agreement. âHow did this happen?â
âI went to the lab to interview a couple of the scientists for an assignmentâŠI got a little too curious I guess and followed a scientist down into a part of the lab no one knows exists. Thatâs where I saw the people theyâre testing onâŠin cages. The symbiotes like Venom need a host but it wasnât working and no one was surviving.â Taehyung runs his hand through his hair before he continues. âI accidentally released Venom when I tried to save one of the people in the cages and he bonded with me and somehow I survived. Still not sure howâŠâ
âWhatâs stopping you from exposing them?âÂ
âI wanted to have hard proof before I took the information somewhere else but I havenât been able to get back inside the lab, not even with Venom.âÂ
âBecause of Jungkook.â
âHe doesnât understand what heâs getting himself into. They have suspicions but theyâre keeping me from shutting the place down.â Taehyung sighs. âYour boyfriend is a pain in my ass.â
âWhat ifâŠwhat if we talk to him? Jungkook will listen. I know heâŠâ Taehyung cuts you off with a laugh.
âThey think Iâm a monsterâŠand they arenât wrong. But all Venom wants is to save the other symbiotes and get back to their planet.â Taehyungâs words almost sound disappointed when he talks about Venom leaving.
âBut heâsâŠheâs hurting you. Canât Venom heal you?â
âHe doesâŠhe has. This last round of injuries wasâŠextensive. Iâm just healing more slowly.â He slumps against the opposite wall of the alley.
âYou need to rest.â
âNo. No, weâre going back to the lab tonight to try again.â
âTaehyung, please. Heâs going to get you killed. Jungkook and JinâŠtheyâre powerful.â
âYou think I havenât noticed?â He raises his voice slightly, but chokes on his words, folding over when a pain shoots through his side.
âThatâs it. I want to talk to Venom.â You canât stand to see him like this.
âAbsolutely not. Iâm not putting you in danger.â
âYouâll be there, right? You wonât let him hurt me.â
âI canât always control him. He doesnât always listen.â His eyes search yours for any sign of fear but he doesnât find it.
âLet him out.â You cross your arms over your chest and wait for Taehyung to release his monster.
âFive minutes. Thatâs all Iâm giving.â He takes several steps away from you until thereâs plenty of space between the two of you. You nod that youâre ready.
The black crawling skin of Venom consumes Taehyung in almost an instant, his handsome face disappearing beneath terrifying white eyes and razor sharp teeth. Deep, bass filled growls flow from between those teeth and rumble the ground beneath your feet.
âCreature.â He says, smiling widely.
âMonster.â You retort.
âSorry forâŠchasing you.â He keeps his distance, but paces back and forth through the alley. âI wasâŠhungry.â
âYou chase people and destroy buildings when youâre hungry?â You half laugh in disbelief.
âVery hungry!â He growls, pushing against a dumpster.
âFine. Forget about it. I want you to let Taehyung rest, youâre going to get him killed.â
âTaehyung is fine.â
âNo he isnât! Heâs all beat up, and I donât even want to know whatâs wrong internally. He needs time to heal.â You take a few steps closer.
âI can heal him, Creature.â
âHe needs to rest. You need him and he wonât be of any use if heâs dead.â You stop as Venom groans and shoves his fists into the ground beside you.
âDemanding little bug.â He half spits.
âHow long can you live without your host?â You donât flinch at his outburst.
Venom doesnât answer right away, he goes back to pacing the alley before he starts talking to himselfâŠor to Taehyung.
âBad ideaâŠshe pisses me offâŠshould eat herâŠâ Venom grabs his head in pain when the last line leaves his mouth. âFine. No eating.â He comes back to stand in front of you, looming several feet taller.Â
You look up and hold your stance. Youâll never let this pain in the ass monster know that he absolutely terrifies you.
âThree days. Three days before your atmosphere kills me.â Venom says, not seeming pleased.
âThen leave him alone for three days. Go away and let him rest. I mean it.â Venom lowers his face to yours so that youâre standing eye to eye.Â
You can see your reflection in the shiny white of his eyes and your heart picks up its pace. Not because of the monster in front of you, but because somewhere behind those eyes is a man that means more to you than you thought he ever could. The strange feeling of just knowing someone is meant to be in your life becomes slightly overwhelming.
Without a second thought, one of your hands comes up and touches the side of Venom's face. His symbiote skin is cold, strange and unfamiliar. But it only takes a moment before Venom is melting away and once again revealing the stunned face of Taehyung.
âYou got him to listen.â He breathes, taking your face in his hands.
âHeâs not so tough.â You smile when he laughs and presses his forehead against yours.
âYouâre exquisite.â His nose skims yours. âAnd I missed you.â
âI was so worried about you,â you admit softly against his mouth that has gravitated to yours.
He kisses you softly for a moment, neither of you noticing as Venom slithers out and makes his exit down the alley. Youâre too relieved to have Taehyung safely pressed against you again. And when he starts to deepen your kiss, as much as you want it to continue, you press your palm to his chest and gently push him back.
âWhatâs the matter?â He asks, his brows furrowed in confusion.
âI wasnât joking about you getting rest. I got you three days with no Venom. Letâs get you home, okay?â You lace your fingers through his and start walking towards the street, but he stops you.
âI havenât been able to go back to the warehouse. Theyâve been watching it like hawks.â His shoulder slump when he rubs the back of his neck.
âWhere have you been sleeping?âÂ
âAbandoned buildings mostly. Or just not at all.â He laughs half heartedly.
âLetâs go to my place.â You know itâs a bad idea. Jungkook could drop in at any moment and you arenât sure how he would react to finding the man behind the monster heâs been so desperately trying to defeat. âYouâll be safe there.â
âWill I?â Taehyung asks, wary for the same reasons you are.
âYes. Because Iâll protect you.â Taehyung smiles at your declaration.
âI have no doubts about that, Pigeon.â
You take as many back ways as you can think of until you reach your apartment building, releasing a long breath when you safely reach the elevator and unlock your door.Â
It feels strange to have Taehyung here, but also very right. He looks like a weight has been lifted off of him as he takes in your green velvet couch and collection of coffee mugs with a boxy smile on his face.
âYouâre adorable.â He says, picking up a tiny cactus from your bookshelf that could definitely use some water.
âItâs not much.â You shrug, feeling your cheeks heat.
âItâs perfect.â He comes back to stand in front of you, long fingers gently gripping your chin to make you look at him. âItâs you and I think thatâs perfect.â
âTaeâŠâ you sigh but give into the kiss he sweetly presses to your lips.Â
âThank you.â He whispers after a moment. âI donât know what I wouldâve done if anything hadâŠâ You cut him off with another kiss.
âIâm fine, I promise.â You take both of his hands in yours and start to lead him towards your bathroom. âYou, however, need to take a shower.â
âSaying I stink, Pigeon?â He teases, following you to your tiny bathroom.
âDefinitely,â you counter, smiling when he laughs. A real laugh that you arenât sure youâve heard yet. It makes your stomach twist and clench.
âCome in with me?â Taehyung asks quietly when you bend to turn on the hot water for him. His fingers find your spine and tease up the column slowly.
God you want to. But the sudden memory of Jungkook in this bathroom with you two weeks ago clouds your vision and your ability to have this too.
âIâm going to make you some tea, okay? Take your time.â You stand on your toes to kiss him quickly, ignoring the pang in your chest when he pouts his bottom lip.
You close the bathroom door and press your back against it. You listen as Taehyung opens the shower curtain and gets inside, the smell of your rose scented body wash wafting from under the door when he uses it. You must be insane.
Bringing him here is so risky, but you canât leave him out there with nowhere else to go. He means too much.Â
When the bathroom door opens twenty minutes later, you jump at the sound, almost dropping your cup of tea to the hardwood floor. It almost takes a tumble a second time when you look up and see Taehyung standing in your kitchen with just a towel around his waist.
âMy clothes were in pretty bad shapeâŠI donât suppose you have something I can borrow?â He asks with a shy smile on his face and fingers in his wet curls.
âUmâŠy-yeah. Yes. Iâll find something.â A wave of heat rushes over your skin as you hastily move past him and into your bedroom at the end of the hallway. He follows you, leaning against the door frame to watch you.
âAre you worried heâll come here?â Taehyung asks, the pretty smile on his face replaced by a frown.
âA bit.â You admit, kneeling inside your closet to look through some drawers for sleeping pants. âItâs really just a matter of whenâŠâ
âIs he what you want?â The question throws you off, making you pause.
âI donât know.â Itâs an honest answer, more complicated than it should be. Taehyung nods but doesnât press for more information. Youâre not sure you can come with anything else even if he wants you to.
You finally find a pair of green and navy blue plaid pajama pants, pulling them out of the drawer and bringing them to Taehyung.Â
He drops the towel as soon as youâre in front of him, eyes holding you in place with nowhere to escape.
âThanks, Pigeon.â He doesnât look away from your eyes as he slips his long legs into the too short leg holes and settles them loosely on his narrow hips. Your breath shakes when he steps closer and closes the gap between you.Â
âI made you tea,â you croak.
âI donât want tea.â He practically moans against your neck when he nuzzles your jaw. âI want to show you why Iâm what you want.â
Your entire being trembles at the words.
âYou should rest, Taehyung.â You canât stop your hands from finding the warm skin of his shoulders and chest.
âNo rest for the wicked, Pigeon.â His mouth claims yours, swallowing down any other protest you may have tried to use.
He slowly leads you back until the back of your knees hit your bed and you both fall onto the mattress. He kisses you until youâre dizzy and desperate for air, your legs wrapping around his hips in a desperate attempt to bring him closer.
And then you remember that your stove is still turned on with tea likely boiling over all over the burners.
âTaeâŠâ Yyou try to say before his lips close over yours again. âThe teaâŠI need to go turn it off.â
âNo.â He nips your lips and moves his kisses down your chin and over your jaw.
âIâll be quick. Just wait here.â You playfully push him off of you, his head landing on your pillows with a smile on his face.
You look back over your shoulder when you reach the door, Taehyung winking as you round the corner into the hallway.
Luckily, the tea is where it should be, inside the kettle. You turn off the burner and move the kettle onto a potholder onto the counter top. Then quickly turn off the lights before stopping by the bathroom to make something of your mess of hair as quickly as possible.
Back in the bedroom, you barely make it inside the door before you hear the quiet snores coming from Taehyung. His arms above his head and his face buried in the pillows as he lays on his back against your mustard yellow sheets. His half dried curls a messy little halo around his head.Â
He really is beautiful.
You make your way to the bed, pulling your comforter over his sleeping form and softly touching the bruises in his cheek. He doesnât stir even a little.Â
Over the next three days you, watch him.
Youâve never seen someone sleep so much in your life. It worries you at first, checking to see if he is breaking multiple times throughout the day. But he just continues to sleep, only moving to turn on his side or stomach and barely makes any noise at all.
You email your professors the first day and tell them that you wonât be in class but would follow along online. You move a chair into the corner of your bedroom so you can stay close to him. It keeps you busy while Taehyung sleeps.
You also keep busy with cleaning your apartment and thinking of ways to have a very hard and strange conversation with Jungkook. How did you tell your best friendâŠsomeone you loveâŠthat you may also have feelings for someone else?Â
And how did you then tell your best friend that the other person you have feelings for is the monster heâs been trying to capture for months?
At night you curl up next to him in your bed, but always carefully so you don't disturb him. You want him to feel better as soon as possible.
It was mid morning on the third day, some very difficult calculus questions driving you crazy when you hear Taehyung groan and lift his head from the pillow.Â
âPigeon?â He croaks, his voice rough and dry.
âIâm here, itâs okay.â You toss your book aside, rushing over to the side table and handing him the glass of water you sat out every day in case he woke up needing it. âDrink this please.â
He doesnât argue, taking the glass of water and downing all its contents in an instant. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hands, chest heaving.
âThat may have been the best water Iâve had in my life.â You take the glass and sit down next to him on the bed. âHow long was I out for?â
âAlmost three days.â You move some black curls away from his forehead when he looks up at you.
âReally? I wasted the whole three days sleeping? Fuck.â He sighs in annoyance.
âIt wasnât a waste, Tae. You obviously needed it after what youâve been through lately.âÂ
The way he looks at you makes your stomach flutter and twist. Like heâs never seen anyone like you or felt anything like your touch. Itâs maddening.
âIâll be right back. Donât move.â He squeezes your hand and jumps out of bed far too quickly, heading into your bathroom where you hear him using the extra toothbrush you had sat out for him. You canât stop the smile that pulls at the corners of your mouth.
When he returns to the bed, he sits behind you and wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling your back against his chest so he can nuzzle his face into your neck.
âThank you for watching over me,â he mumbles into your neck.
âHow do you know I watched over you?â You ask, leaning back into his chest.
âThereâs a chair surrounded by snacks, coffee cups and calculus books set up in the corner, Pigeon.â Taehyung kisses your neck and makes you shudder. âYouâre too good for me.â
âItâs not that.â Your voice is a whisper when he moves your sweater off of your shoulder to kiss the heated skin there.
âWhat is it?â His mouth continues leaving warm, wet paths along your neck and shoulder.
âI careâŠabout you.â Your head lulls back against his shoulder when his hands slide up your front beneath your shirt to cup your breasts in his hands.
âIâm still going to show you why Iâm what you wantâŠwhat you need. I didnât forget.â He nips your earlobe and pinches both nipples with his long fingers at the same time.
You spin around, grabbing his face roughly and slam your mouth onto his in the next second. Taehyungâs hands immediately find your hips helping you straddle his thighs to settle on his lap.Â
Any clothing creating an unwanted barrier between the two of you are quickly discarded without a care for where they land. Your skin feels like thereâs millions of tiny embers just below the surface waiting to crack through and set the whole room on fire.Â
Taehyung holds one arm tightly around your waist while the other maneuvers the two of you back farther on the bed so he can rest his back against the headboard. Your mouths never leave the others, tongues and teeth clashing in the most desperate way.Â
âAre you okayâŠwith this?â Taehyung suddenly asks. His hair is a mess and his lips swollen and chapped.
âI donât know how to answer that question anymore. I wish I just knew what to doâŠâ You feel emotion start to take over and Taehyung grips your chin to look at him.
âIt doesnât matter. Not right now, okay? Right now I just want you to be mine. Because Iâm yoursâŠI belong to you.â He says it so simply. And it should be simple. It shouldnât be possible to love them both.
He pulls you back to him, kissing you so gently it makes you shiver. One hand glides to the back of your head and settles in your hair while the other lifts your ass to hold you above his cock that was standing tall with need between your legs.
No more words need to be spoken as you position him at your entrance, your pussy slick and sticky from the build up to whatâs about to happen. He takes his hand from your hip and brings it to your throbbing clit, using his thumb to stroke it slowly while you lower yourself onto him.
The stretch of him mixed with the way his thumb strokes you is as close to heaven as you can imagine. You can feel yourself getting wetter that more you try and accommodate his size.
âBe good for me, Pigeon. Ride my cock.â He moans the words around one of your nipples when he leans forward to capture one with his lips.
Once fully seated, you slowly move your hips in a circular motion, causing his engorged cock to hit places inside that make fireworks pop behind your eyelids and your head to fall back when your back arches.
âFuckâŠyou feel so good,â you finally manage to say.
âI could come right now just watching you take me like this, angel. Like you were made to have my cock inside you.â Taehyung groans as his hands find your hips and help you start to move up and down.
You find a mind numbing rhythm, and orgasm on the brink of breaking through. Youâre so close it almost hurts.Â
âI need to come, TaeâŠplease.â You wrap your arms around his neck, sweaty chests sliding against the other.
âMe too. Fuck, I canât wait to come inside you.â He holds you steady, digging his heels into the mattress and thrusting upwards to meet your movements.
A silent scream has your mouth hanging open and eyes rolling to the back of your head when you finally get your release. Taehyungâs lips and tongue scorching the skin of your neck when he feels you clench around him.
âGood girl, Pigeon. Come all over my cock.â He holds you down, fully sheathing inside you when he finds his release as well.Â
You slump against his chest, breathing hard as you start to come down for the incredible high he had just given you.Â
Taehyung kisses your shoulder and up your neck, over your jaw and chin until he reaches your lips. Kissing your raw lips in the softest way.
âYou okay?â You ask, still out of breath.
âNever better.â He smiles, moving sweaty hair from your face.
âIâll get you some more water. Maybe snacks?â You move from his lap, the sudden empty feeling making you groan.
âVenom will be here soon. If he isnât already.â His smile fades.
âI know. So letâs get you fed and hydrated before he makes his presence known, okay?â
âYeah, okay. Donât be too long.â He holds your hand to help you off the bed while he readjusts against the headboard. You playfully roll your eyes, grabbing your t-shirt off the floor and quickly throwing it on before you slip out of your bedroom to the kitchen.
You fill up two more glasses of water and begin rummaging through your cabinets for any sort of edible snack when you hear tapping on the glass doors leading to your balcony. You nearly drop everything when you turn and see Jungkook standing there in his Spider-Man suit, his mask in his hand.
âFuck.â You grumble, sitting down the snacks and water before going to unlock the door with pure fear coursing through your veins.
âSince when do you lock this door?â Jungkook asks as soon as you turn the lock.
âJust to be safe.â Your voice shakes and your eyes continuously flash towards the hallway where you know your bedroom door is wide open. Another man in your bed.
âIâm sorry I havenât been here in so long I justâŠâ He pauses, a look you recognize crossing his face. He senses something.
Shit.
âIs everything okay?â You know the answer.
âHeâs in here.â Jungkook immediately starts to push past you to look through your apartment.
âWho? What are you talking about Jungkook?â You try to grab his arm while he looks in your living room.
âThe monster. I know that feeling anywhere. Heâs here. What the fuck is he doing here?â You shove against his chest to stop him.
âThereâs no monster here. I think you need to go.â
âWhat the fuck is going on, Data? Is someone else here?â His jaw ticks and your panic is starting to take over.
âIâŠum. Jungkook, please just listen.â
âWho? Who the fuck is it?â He pushes past you and you grab his arm to stop him before he freezes in place, looking at the doorway that leads to the hall.
Taehyung in all his shirtless glory stands leaning against the frame.
âLooking for me?â Taehyung smirks and you want to die.
âWho the fuck are you?â Jungkook practically seethes.
âPretty sure you know the answer to that.â Taehyung takes a step towards you and Jungkook immediately blocks his path.
âYouâre him? The monster from the lab?â Jungkook asks, moving into an even more protective stance.
âYou donât need to protect her from me.â Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest and walks over to the counter where you left the water and snacks, picking up a glass and taking a few drinks. âIâd never hurt her.â
âYou mean the way your monster left her bruised and bleeding by the docks? Fuck you.â Jungkook takes your hand and pulls you towards the balcony door. âI donât know what youâre doing with him, Data, but heâs fucking dangerous. Letâs go.â
âJungkook, please. You donât understand.â
âDonât fight me on this. Iâm getting you out of here.â
âSince when do you care about ___? She may as well be alone when sheâs with you.â Taehyung moves to stand in front of the doors.
âShut the fuck up. Youâre lucky I donât drag you to Mr. Kim this fucking second.â
âIs that so, spider boy?â Taehyung smiles and grabs Jungkookâs shoulder to stop him from dragging you any farther.
Jungkook lets go of your wrist and pushes Taehyung in the chest. But before he can make any other moves, Venomâs black crawling skin swallows Taehyung and replaces him with the huge looking monster.
Venom roars, shaking your entire apartment. Heâs so big he takes almost half the room.
âGet the hell out of here, Data!â Jungkook yells, slipping his mask back over his face.
You want to rip your hair from your head. Scream at the top of your lungs. Stomp on the floor like a two year old throwing a tantrum.Â
But you deserve this after what youâve been doing.
âStop.â You say, watching Jungkook shoot a web at Venomâs sharp clawed hand. âStop it!â You practically scream, making the both of them pause to look at you.
âGo outside, Creature.â Venom growls.
âYouâre both going to listen to me. Right fucking now.â You walk across the kitchen and stand between them. âYouâre not about to destroy my apartment with your pointless fighting. So listen to what I have to say.â
Jungkook stays in his defensive position but nods towards you for you to continue.
âYouâre going to listen too, monster. Understand?â
âBossy little creature.â He groans, ripping Jungkookâs web off of his hand and giving you his attention.
âI realized the other day that you all want the same thing. You want to shut down that lab and stop the testing theyâre doing on humans. Venom wants to save his friends and go home and Jungkook, I know you want to save everyone trapped inside there. So why donât we all work together to make it happen?â You release a long breath after everything spills out. âAnd after we do thatâŠthen we can talk aboutâŠus.â You motion between the three of you.
âDataâŠI didnât know that IâŠâ Jungkook starts to say but you stop him by holding up a hand.
âWe arenât doing this now, okay? Right now, we need to go see Jin.âÂ
âIronman.â Venom growls in distaste.
âHe can help. I know heâll know how to get you and the other symbiotes home.â you try to reason.Â
Venom contemplates for a moment before answering. âFine, Creature. But if he messes with me, I eat him.â
âYouâve got to be kidding.â Jungkook half laughs, taking off his mask as he approaches you. âYouâre serious?â
âYes. Now letâs go.â You walk out the balcony door and wait expectantly. âWell?â You tap your foot.
Jungkook and Venom stare at each other for a moment, silently telling the other that these conversations arenât over but that theyâre going to trust you on this.
Jungkook puts his mask back on once more and makes a beeline towards you, grabbing you around the waist and jumping off the balcony with you in his arms. Venom barks a laugh and quickly follows after.
And then youâre falling.
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LMK Characters Under the Mistletoe with their Crush
Hello, I'm back again. Winter break is underway for me so expect me to post a lot more yippee!
Characters: Sun Wukong, Macaque, MK, Mei, Redson
Reader Pronouns: they/them (gender neutral)
Content warnings: None!
Sun Wukong
"what's a mistletoe?"
you have to explain what it is to him
he's not embarrassed at first until you mention the kissing
then he's a little frazzled
he still wants to kiss you really bad
but you beat him to it and kiss him on the cheek
bro takes the opportunity to kiss you fully on the lips he has no shame
Macaque
he's only a little bit more aware of what a mistletoe is than Wukong
he's been dead for awhile cut him some slack
he acts cool about the kissing part but is panicking on the inside
"ohoho, what's this?"
you kiss him on the cheek
he says that you missed then he kisses you on the lips
it's a quick one though. he's not one for pda after all
anyways he's like "okay, stay calm. you just kissed them." you're like "LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO"
MK
he blushes a little bit
"wow, uh, fancy seeing you here?"
he's averting his gaze and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly
he's brave enough to kiss you on the cheek but not much else
so when you give him a peck on the lips...
MK.exe starts glitching
he's simping hard right now lol
Mei
she's a bit more confident when approaching this
it takes her a bit to notice the mistletoe tho
she feels you kissing her cheek and she's like 'ayo?'
then she sees the mistletoe and blushes a little bit
I mean, her crushed just kissed her y'know?
she calms down and she kisses you on the lips
now it's your turn to blush
Redson
he isn't aware of many human customs since he's a demon
"I would never partake in such a idiotic tradition"
bro changes his mind when you kiss him on the cheek
he almost sets the mistletoe on fire tho RIP
he triest his best to hide the fact that he's incredibly flustered
it doesn't work lol
it's worse when you kiss him on the lips
but hey, you're dating to yippeee
#lmk#lmk x reader#lego monkiekid#lego monkiekid x reader#lmk mk#lmk mk x reader#mk x reader#lmk mei#lmk mei x reader#redson#redson x reader#macaque#macaque x reader#sun wukong#sun wukong x reader
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I saw you take requests? Would it be alright to ask for Four?? Iâm thinking either something similar to the heat cycle you did with Hyrule, but with the minish instead of fae? Or maybe a fivesome with the colours?? If none of those spark inspiration, itâs alright if you do something else, tho!
Okay, this is such a brilliant request because DAMN, I completely forgot Four was part minish, so this'll be fun!
Update after 5 hours of writing: yeah, so this is going to be a small-form fic. I'll put the first chapter here and have the other ones ready in separate posts. I can't thank you enough for this request, It's utterly amazing :)
Burning Love
Pairing: Four x Reader
Warning(s): None for this chapter, but the theme of this story is explicit (which means I'll tag all chapters as smut), so please don't read unless you are 18+!
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Four was not okay.
He had woken to a perfect, cloudless day--with just enough of a breeze to make the approaching summer heat tolerable--with the appalling urge to do... absolutely nothing!
Four liked to think he was one of the more responsible Links in the chain, not that he would ever say it, so it was starting when he awoke, groaning, and immediately rolled back over to sleep. It didn't help that Wind chose that exact moment to yell some ineligible sentence to him, fraying Four's already frazzled nerves. Hylia, if he hadn't been so damn tired, he might have given the Sailor a piece of his mind about common decency.
"Four!" the hero of the seas tried again--t wasn't like Wind to be this loud, Four thought disgruntledly, sealing his hands over his aching earsâwhile following with a significantly quieter: "Why isn't he up yet?"
"Leave me alone," Four hissed into his bedroll without any real heat. Speaking of heat, when had it gotten so damn hot? He could have sworn the temperature was at least a few degrees cooler when he woke up.
There was more concerned whispering as the other heroes began to take notice of his predicament, Twilight and Warriors looking especially perturbed. Four buried his face in the bedroll when Time cocked an eyebrow in his direction, beginning his heavy approach. Four could feel the exact moment Time sidled up to him, swatting lightly at the hand that fell upon his head. "Four? Are you alright?"
"Mmmph," was Four's eloquent response, only replaced by a surprised gasp when Time's fingers caught his hair in a stern grip, pulling his face up. "Whatâ"
Time placed his free hand on the smaller hero's forehead. "You feel warm," he stated plainly.
"Who feels warm?" A new voice joined the fray and Four wanted to scream. It was you, because of course it was, already dressed in your adventuring clothes, hair slightly damn from what he assumed had been a recent bath in the nearby river. Your eyes narrowed in concern as you took in the sight before you. "Oh no, is he sick?"
"Very well could be," Legend answered, pinning Four with a gaze that had him gritting his teeth. "No offense, but you look terrible."
"Everything you say is an offense," Four muttered, hissing when Time gently smacked him upside the head with a quiet 'behave yourself'.
Four stilled when you approached, laying a cool hand on his burning forehead, eliciting an actual shiver from him. "You've definitely got a fever," you stood, clicking your tongue in sympathy and cocking a delicious hip. "Don't worry, I've got some herbs in my pack with your name on them!" and you were gone from his sight, presumably to rife through your medicine bag,
Dumbstruck, Four lay prone, baffled by the reaction his body had from a simple touch. Maybe there was something wrong with him, because there was no reasonable expiation to the spikes of heat coursing through his veins. The voices typically bouncing raucously around his head were eerily quiet... until you returned with a wooden cup full of sloshing green liquid. It was almost embarrassing how quickly his mouth opened when you came within reach, offering the drink. Four downed it without a second thought, only pausing to take cough when the bitter flavor invaded his mouth.
"Gross, isn't it?" he could have died when you patted his back comfortingly, retrieving the now empty cup. "I appreciate the lack of fight," you joked, sending a short glance to Wind and Legend, who immediately began to defend their honor.
"H-Hey, it's not my fault you make it taste disgusting!"
"But (Y/nnnnnnn)â"
"Butts are for sitting," you interjected, turning your head in Time's direction. "Is there a town nearby we can take him to?"
The oldest hero put a hand on his chin, humming lowly. "Castle Town is a day's walk from here, if we start in an hour, we should be able to make it by sundown."
You nodded, patting Four one last time before rising to your full height, casting a shadow over grounded hero. it was almost embarrassing how quickly his eyes snapped to your strong legs, traveling up to scope out your frankly enchanting hips, which would be perfect for carrying his childrenâ
Smack!
You jumped when Four slammed his head back down on the bedroll, already bending down to examine the fallen hero. "What in theâ"
âOnly to be pulled back by a slightly-scowling Twilight. "Is there anything else we can get for a fever?"
"Iâ" you glanced at Four, then the hand wrapped around your wrist, with a worried expression. "I saw some willow trees a few minutes from here."
"I'll get it with you," said Hyrule, who had been on the outskirts of the concerned circle formed around Four's bedroll. While his magic could heal physical ailments, it wasn't nearly as effective with colds and infectionsâthat was why they had you, a retired field medic from Warrior's Hyrule that had fallen through a similar portal a few months ago.
"Alright," you gestured for Hyrule to follow you as soon as Twilight released his grip. As the two of your retreated into the grove, Four allowed himself to relax, mind still spinning with thoughts unknown to even him.
Camp was packed by the time you and Hyrule returned, burdened with nearly a pound of willow bark between the two of you. You found yourself immediately searching for Four, because, while you would never admit it out loud, Legend's assessment of the shorter hero's physical state was quite accurate. You'd known something was amiss as soon as you glimpsed the heady flush practically overtaking his face, not to mention the distinct blurriness of his pupils, which had blown considerably as your interaction progressed.
It wasn't like Four to be so... uncoordinated, and you were genuinely worried that there was more going on than met the eye. You'd seen more than your fair share of sickness and death, so you were going to be damned if you let one of your dearest friends suffer the same fate as those unlucky souls during the war.
Your heart jumped when you found him sitting atop Epona, arms wrapped loosely around her sturdy neck, eyes closed and hairband half-heartedly tied to his forehead. Twilight stood close by, reins in one hand while the other cheerfully waved you over. You approached quickly, already fiddling with the willow bark in your satchel. "How is he?"
"He'll be fine," the rancher grunted, "Hylia knows we have our own troubles ta' work through."
You nodded slowly. "I wish I knew how this could have happened... and it's strange that no one else is feeling unwell."
Twilight sighed, laying a hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry your head about it, darlin'. He'll find ya in time."
"Thanks, Twi," you smiled softly. "I needed that."
A grin broke through his unusually stoic expression. "Anytime, darl', ya know we're here for you."
"Same here," you peeked over his shoulder to study a snoozing Four. "Do you think it was those mushrooms from two nights ago, those were nasty."
Twilight hummed. "I ain't sure about that, Wolfie wouldn't have brought it if 'e didn't think it was safe."
You tapped your chin. "True, but what if it only affects Hylians, like those berries Wild tried to eat back in Legend's Hyrule?"
A short left Twilight's mouth at the memory of a berry-drunk Wild declaring war on bananas, he rocked back against Epona's shoulder, causing the horse to nicker softly and bump her nose against his chest. "Ya could be on to something, but he ain't drunk."
"Obviously," you rolled your eyes before finding yourself studying Four once more. "I'll take your word for it, though. Hyrule and I got enough willow to last anyone through a lifetime."
"Atta girl," Twilight clapped your shoulder, and you laughed together, only stopping when Warrior's called your name from the other side of camp. "Don't worry, I'll take care'a him."
You tipped an invisible hat. "You're the best, Twi!"
You turned on your heel to see what madness Wars had gotten himself into, not noticing Four's narrowed glare from atop Epona, irises swirling in a dizzying kaleidoscope of color.
The journey to Castle Town was a long one. You walked with Warriors and Hyrule, just before Twilight and Four in case one of them needed something. The only stops made were for Epona or the bathroom, which you had no complaints toward; your friend was sick and you knew bedrest was the best cure was illnesses like his.
"You don't think it's contagious, do you?" Warriors asked between chews of the lynel jerky Wild blessed everyone with a few minutes ago.
"I don't think so..." you trailed off, taking a bite of your own jerky. "Someone would have already gotten sick if it was."
"I agree," Hyrule joined in, tone strangely knowing. The traveller caught your curious gaze, quickly amending: "...That doesn't make it any less worrying."
...Why did you feel like he knew something? Hyrule was a healer, so you wouldn't be surprised, but it was strange that he wasn't coming forth about it. "I'm especially worried about the fever, it means he's fighting something."
"You think?"
"I do," you hummed, resisting the urge to look behind you. "I asked Twilight if it was those mushrooms, but he's not sure."
Warrior blanched with a muttered: "Don't remind me..."
You and Hyrule chuckled simultaneously, just as Wind chimed: "those were gross!" from the front.
The sky was high in the sky by the time you came across a raging river, the only thing across it being a rickety bridge that had even you cringing.
"Just look at that," Hyrule whispered to you and Warriors. "I've seen better bridges built by children."
Time stopped just before the first plank, holding up an armored hand, just as Legend interjected, eyes narrowed in disgust at the 'architecture', if it could even be called that.
"We are not crossing that."
"I didn't say we were," Time replied evenly. "There is another bridge to the south, but it will take an additional few hours to reach."
"Wait," all eyes turned to you. "Will we still be able to get to town in time?"
"No," Time said slowly. "There's a gorge near the town that can't be crossed in the dark."
Well, that wouldn't do. You gestured to the bridge. "Can we cross it if we go once at a time?"
Time's expression turned contemplative... until a small smile broke through the fog and you knew you were on to something. "I believe we've found ourselves a solution."
Get read for some slow burn, y'all.
#linked universe#linked universe x reader#lu x reader#lu four x reader#Twilight and Hyrule know EVERYTHING#the chain x reader#loz fanfic#loz#loz smut#smut#link x reader smut#link x reader
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Lots of smart intelligent fictional characters get this "they're too smart to understand their own emotions" personality trait
I'm not saying that's entirely wrong, that's an old discourse, I digress, but it is refreshing to see Shinichi Kudo, teenage detective is not as emotionally unaware of his own emotions and feelings,
i.e., he knew for the longest time that he liked Ran Mouri a lot ever since they were in kindergarten! Kindergarten!
Ch924
Some stories like to play into the trope of "she fell first for the longest time and she will always love him and he's a boy so he didn't feel anything at all initially, for the longest time" leaving readers (me actually) feeling kinda bad for the girl because awww you fell first and you look kinda silly the author made you look silly with all your feelings while the boy was just oblivious because he's a trope male, and readers (me) just feel like the feelings are unequal even when they finally get together lol
But no, Shinichi is in touch with his emotions. He knew. Knows. Shinran is a couple who equally and more, loves each other a lot.
Even if right now Ran probably thinks she loves him more because he's almost never around. She thinks. (my projection lol)
Ch573
My interpretation here is Shinichi had to agree to calling her Ran again even tho initially he didn't want to seem close to her in elementary school because they're 'grown up and can't be friends because different genders'; but because he cannot say no to Ran....so she's back to being Ran and not just Mouri ;)))
Ch1
This boy be fantasizing his confession from ch1
Idc that it's an overdone trope when boy looks at that girl he likes when the said girl says something abt other girls, it's Shinran! They don't go out of style!
Ch488
Heiji is less in touch with his emotions, Kazuha also being his first love, so he's all frazzled up whenever he's jealous of other guys that Kazuha talks about or gets close to
Shinichi's like, brother, you are but a small child đ€đ»
Lmao xD
What's great is, as a non-shoujo and even some shoujo mls are written to have difficulties discussing about their feelings, Aoyama-sensei wrote Shinichi as this person who's mature enough to recognize his feelings and not feel embarrassed to talk about it
I'm not saying feeling embarrassed is bad, what I'm saying is it's refreshing to see a boy who doesn't mind talking about it. And that boy being smart as a whip too
Ch254
That's rich coming from you, Hattori-san huhu
Ok gotta insert these because he's not even denying the 'married' part, only the long distance part đ
And admitting to the 'best friend's gal' too. That's HIS GAL!
Edit : i missed this panel in my gallery
BUT LOOK AT HIM BLUSHING AND SAYING WITH CONFIDENCE HE'S LIKED RAN SINCE HE WAS YOUNGER!!!!!!
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#There will be a time when i shut up about them but it's NOT TODAY#detective conan#shinichi kudo#ran mouri#shinran#gosho aoyama#hattori heiji#manga#kazuha toyama#okita soshi
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idle scribbles once more U_U
#witch hat tag#orufrey#the master of flames.... it's him#i was kinda frazzled today..qifrazzled..i want to focus..make something good...then again i cant look at the last 4 images without laughing#Every 12 year old lesbian fantasizes about rescuing their crush from a burning building. imo. and oru.#still kinda just messing with new brushes etc..i have a lot of burning images in my head atm tho. my orufrey feelings are whats on fire
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havduaha hello hi i think i'm inlove with you- anw i reaaaaaaalllyyyy love your writing. got me giggling and kicking feet fr hdjashaj soooo i just want to request somethin or whatnot just... dealer!ellie... whatever you want to do just make my dreams come true so i can pass away in peace (just kidding... or not) just gonna leave it here, again i think i'm really inlove with you HAJDHWJSHA BYE MWA
hiiii omgomgomg thank u!! iâm so happy u like my writing + youâre so sweet of course i will write dealer!ellie she is so chefs kiss đ
beginners luck â dealer!ellie
tw// drug usage !! not smutty just flirty <3 more to come tho !!
âą you and ellie were always seeing eachother around campus, or at parties where sheâd be doing business. so much so, that the two of you would often laugh to eachother and chat at social gathering about how often you bumped into eachother. things were definitely a little flirty from your perspective, but you didnât wanna read into it too much. so sheâs not a total stranger â you just wouldnât consider her a friend, and you wouldnât wanna be stuck in the friendzone anyway.
âą sheâs always wondered why youâve never tried to buy from her and then simply put it down to you seeming too innocent to wanna smoke and honestly she thinks itâs cute.
âą that is until you canât sleep one night, mind super frazzled from staring at a computer all day that you decide fuck it, now is the perfect time to start.
âą so you march over to ellieâs dorm, and everyone knows where ellieâs dorm is because everyone buys weed from ellie. you didnât think to change out of the tank top thatâs just a little too tight and your cute pj pants, and before itâs too late youâre knocking on her door.
âą she opens up pretty fast, and she looks like she just got back â wearing a carhartt jacket over her hoodie, her sneakers still on. she lets you in and honestly sheâs surprised and confused as youâre the last person she expected to come knocking at 1AM.
âą âi want to⊠erm, iâd like to buy aâŠweed.â you try and sound confident but you shrink down when she chuckles, stepping aside and letting you into her room. âi got plenty of those.â she replies as she pulls out a metal box and you donât quite catch that sheâs slightly making fun of your naively worded request.
âą she lets you fish through all the pungent baggies with labels you donât understand on them before youâre looking up at her with doe eyes and a shrug. âi donât really know what iâm looking for here.â you admit defeatedly.
âą âyou never smoked before? like not even at a party or anything?â she doesnât sound judgemental, more curious and you feel more comfortable to be truthful.
âą âno, never. just struggling to sleep and i think it might help me.â you respond earnestly and she thinks for a moment, seeming to analyse you before taking the metal box and closing it, storing it away.
âą âi donât usually sell to beginners. they donât know what theyâre doing and then they go away and smoke more than they can handle and then come freaking out at my door saying i laced them or some shit, which i obviously did not. but⊠i dunno, youâre always nice to me when i see you, and plus i know what itâs like to not be able to sleep. so, iâm gonna help you out.â she ranted, digging through another one of her drawers before she stood back up, holding a smaller tin.
âą âthank you, ellie. youâre a lifesaver. what is that?â you ask shyly with your eyes on the tin. she pries it open and nods towards her bed. âsit down.â she offers in a softer voice and you do, watching as she gathers her equipment. âitâs my personal stash. the good stuff, you know. you donât smoke pretty girls out with the cheap shit i sell.â she chuckled like it was obvious, continuing to set up her little rolling station at her desk, perching on her chair. you flushed all over at her calling you pretty and smiled.
âą she talks you through how to roll and prepare the blunt, and youâre trying to listen â you really are. but youâre both finding it hard to concentrate when sheâs that hot and explaining things to you, and youâre showing her how good of a listener you can be by responding with small dreamy âmhmââs to her instructions. you swing your legs as you stare at her, her fingers continuing to do the last bit of rolling and twisting of the pink rolling paper she let you select.
âą ânow the boring parts out the wayâŠâ she smiled as she stood up, flopping down on the bed next to you and pulling her lighter out her pocket before setting them down on the bed between you and shuffling out of her jacket. you felt your body heat up and the close proximity and you kicked off your slippers, crossing your legs and facing her.
ïżœïżœïżœ she placed the joint carefully between your lips, eyes flicking from your mouth to your eyes as if for permission before lighting it. ânow inhale and youâre gonna hold it for a few seconds, alright?â her voice was calm and quiet and it eased your nerves slightly as you did what she said.
âą she let you take a few more hits commending you with a âsee? youâre a natural.â before taking her turn, inhaling with more confidence as she relaxed back against the wall beside her bed.
âą the two of you get talking as you smoked, and you clicked instantly, talking about her day and then talking about yours and laughing together. you almost forgot what you were doing, as after a while it became second nature.
âą the fogginess started to hit you as she was talking and you began giggling, eyes now pink and watering as you observed how pretty she was as she spoke. she trailed off, taking a drag of the blunt and you moved closer to her on the bed.
âą âyour freckles look like little stars.â you tried to widen your eyes so you could see more and she chuckled, tilting her her slightly to catch your eye.
âą âyou good? itâs hitting you huh?â her voice was laced with amusement as you bit your lip and nodded with an innocent grin. âdoes it feel good?â she asked, in reference to the high but the question made your eyes flutter anyways. âmhm.â
âą the good feeling lasted for what felt like forever, but when she made you laugh at a stupid joke a little too hard you found that your heartbeat sped up just a little bit too much. you tried to play it cool, taking a deep breath as you flattened your back against the wall, staring at her bedsheets.
âą she moved her head slightly, trying to catch your eye. âyou in there?â she cooed, placing a hand on your shoulder.
âą âyeah. mâokay just... focusing on breathing.â you breathe out, a little whiny and trying not to panic. ellie barely reacts, reaching under her bed and pulling out a water bottle from a multipack, opening it for you and handing it to you lidless. âyouâre alright, just smoked a little more than you can take for now. just relax, âkay?â
âą she pulled her laptop up and put some kind of animated comedy on the screen to distract you, and somehow you ended up with your head resting in her lap as the two of you watched, ellie smoking another to herself. you relaxed yourself, and the high felt good again. you rolled over to look up at her, watching her smoke as her beautiful features were lit up by the glow of the screen. her eyes were pink and glossy now too and the room was smokey. you noticed the sock over the smoke alarm on the ceiling just past her head in your eyeline and giggled, attracting her attention.
âą âwhat you looking at?â she smiled down at you and you shrugged it off, instead choosing to play with the drawstrings on her hoodie.
âą âhow much?â you asked sweetly. âbefore i forget.â
âą âhow much what?â she stroked your hair back.
âą âhow much do i owe you for this premium experience.â you giggled. âcan see why so many people buy from you now. yâmust be popular with the ladies.â
âą she chuckled, but in a modest and almost nervous way as she leant back more against the wallâ taking the moment to really look at you as you stared back. the weed induced haze gave you the confidence to hold her gaze without looking away.
âą âi guess a beginner wouldnât know that pretty girls smoke for free.â she smirked and you bit your lip in girlish excitement at her calling you pretty again. âespecially pretty girls that are extra pretty when theyâre all giggly and smoked out with big pretty pink eyes.â her voice was smooth and your heart fluttered again, but in a good way this time.
âą âi suppose you should be paying me then.â you joked quietly and she laughed, nodding. you sat up slowly, eye contact not breaking once and your faces close.
âą âso⊠do you let all your beginners lay in your lap and smoke with you?â your eyes danced between hers and her eyes were heavy lidded, lazily staring at your lips before blinking up at your eyes, stubbing out the last of the roach into the ashtray.
âą âfirst time for everything. figured iâd try it out on the cute girl i see around campus that i was too much of a pussy to talk to.â her voice was quiet, almost lusty and you licked your lips.
âą âme?â you breathed out sweetly and she smiled again.
âą âclever girl.â she praised, pulling you in to meet her lips.
i donât rlly like this but hey ho i canât be bothered to write it again :))))
#ellie williams headcanons#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams prompt#modern!ellie williams#ellie williams au#dealer!ellie
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Teasing giants...
TEASING GIANTS YALL!
I feel like we are not realizing the full POTETNIAL of this! Like, instead of being all nice and gentle and 'Ooooh, I'll be so gentle the size difference will barely be noticeable!' NAH, SCREW THAT! Use those giant beautiful lips to blow a gust of wind that frazzles my hair, I'll get revenge by scaring you the next time you open the medicine cabinent! Jump on the bed and send me flying (uhhh, catch me tho ofc ofc...) and i'll hide in your morning coffee. like, the possibilities are ENDLESS, we should definitely be messing around with our giant/tiny friends more often like...
anyways, heres @entomolog-t 's characters from her story Bite Me who perfectly fit this idea (maybe even a little too good... but you should go check it out to find out for yourself!)
PS! Sorry if I didn't portray your characters right (artistically or otherwise) I was more going off of the general vibe of their interactions in a more lighthearted manner, maybe a post-trauma interaction xD?
#giant/tiny#g/t#gt community#gt art#g/t writing#size difference#giant tiny#gt fluff#teasing#gentle gaintess#gt#sfw gt#gentle gaint#Love Ent's storys tho#Bite me#go read bite me if you like this dymanic#but also angsty stuff too#ahhh its so good#I think I may have not done Aedes justice.... I was drawing him and when i was compiling all the images I realized#he DOESNT have 'vampire eyes' whoops#he also has elf ears... last time i try to draw from memory xD#my art#My writing
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8. Addictive
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pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader
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â He took everything from me. â â Then leave him. â
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c.w.: smut. cigarettes and confessions. (more content warnings and tags)
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a/n: IM BACKKKK! I'm soooo excited for yall to read this. I loved writing this chapter, and im ngl i broke my own heart writing the end of it. (no spoilers tho). my heart yearns for them to be happy but alas i am the writer and i love torturing you guys (jk... kinda....)Â keep those comments coming! ily allÂ
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"JUST RELAX, BABY,"Â he mumbled into your dripping wet cunt. His lips departed from your flesh briefly, but only to roughly scoot your ass closer to his face. Then, completely disregarding your concerns, he quickened the pace of his fingers. His hair was tangled in your fist while the rest hung in strings over his face.Â
"Let me take care of you," He groaned, the sound muffled by your trembling thighs. "Gonna make you feel real good, promise."
"Mmmfuckâ wait," You gasped. Your body, however, gave a different signal. You yanked his hair, and then trapped his head between your thighs with your legs â broken pleas of his name were the only thing coming from your lips. Your legs spasmed once more before you gushed all over his wrist again, spraying him in the face this time. He eagerly licked you up.Â
"You look so perfect with my fingers in you, pretty mama," Aki moaned against your clit, but the sound seemed to be swallowed down every time he sucked on the sensitive bud. "Keep going-- doin' so good."
"M'gh... fuckâ" You pleaded, sentences reduced to mere gibberish. "Aki, baby..."
He pulled away from your pussy, letting his fingers work you open, pressing deep into your g-spot like he knew your body better than you knew it yourself. "I got you, baby," He panted, peering up at you with such feverish hunger that it made you squirm. "Feel good?"
Desperately, you stumbled to find the right words. What came out, whatever, was a broken cry of "Mhm".
"You feel so fuckin' -- So goodâ" It slipped out. Truly, you had never intended to let it slip. Yet, still, when his fingers curled up against a particularly sensitive spot with all of the ease of a harpist plucking at the strings of your core, your lips spilled praise of his name. "Aki, I'm g'nna cum, fuck."
"Do it, baby," His smirk grew in size. He licked some of you off of his lips, and then hummed, "Cum for me."
Instantaneously, somehow, his fingers pressed the right spot â just the right amount of pressure â then it snapped. The coil of your release snapped with all of the power of a freight train, your orgasm slamming into you in a way that had your back arching up off of the bed. Your hips jolted up against his fingers and his tongue, lips chanting his name like a mantra while feeling every last stroke of his long fingers against your walls. You could feel the shock tear through you in waves, tearing trembling gasps from your lungs while you rode it out. "Aki!" you gasped again once the pleasure had cleared long enough for you to think. Not your husband, but him.Â
It felt so good to breathe his name, to claim him â even if he wasn't necessarily yours.Â
"Fuck," You mewled.Â
Aki slipped his digits out of you, peering up at you with messy hair, with frazzled eyes. Then, the devil that he was, he popped two of them into his mouth, collecting the gooey mess you had left behind onto his tongue.
"Aki..." You panted â chest heaving a mile a minute. You couldn't stop now, even if you were sore. You needed him, all of him. You didn't need time to recover; you needed him. "Aki, if you don't fuck me right now, I swear to God, I'm going to explode."
"Yeah?" He laughed quietly, breathlessly. The entire bottom half of his face was shiny, soaked with the slick of your arousal. He wiped it on the back of his hand. "How badly do you want it?"
"Bad enough," You huffed.Â
"Wanna ride me, baby?" He grinned. It was odd, hearing such vulgar words come out of such a stoic man's mouth.Â
"I thought you would never ask," You giggled. "Get your ass up here, Hayakawa."
You didn't have to tell him twice. You shifted over to make room for him on the couch, and he sat right down next to you like he had been waiting his whole life for you to say those words.
He closed the difference between the two of you, hand tilting your chin up so your faces were aligned. Your lips met in the middle in a searing kiss, filled with all the passion and intensity that had been building between the two of you for so long. You couldn't resist.
Your hands found their way to his shoulders as you climbed into a straddling position over him. You paused briefly before tugging his sweater clean off of his body â over his toned arms, thrown off somewhere in the distance, and fuck, you felt weak at the mere sight of him.
You dove back into the kiss, your lips moving hungrily against one another as if this were the last. Time seemed to stand still. Slowly, you felt yourself get lost in him.
Your bodies pressed up against one another, the heat and urgency of your longing evident in every delicate touch. You could feel the gentle ripple of his muscular torso beneath you as he breathed through the kiss. You knew you shouldn't be indulging in him so shamelessly, but you simply couldn't help it.
You didn't care if it was an illusion. He looked so ethereal beneath you, hair splayed out on the couch cusion around his face like a halo. He was so vulnerable, so perfect.Â
He raised a hand up to your face, rubbing his thumb over your cheek, "You're so beautiful."
You felt your resolve crumble as you crashed your lips down on his, mouths melding together for what must have been the hundredth time that night. You moaned softly, moving your hands from his waist to the couch beneath his head as you felt him brace his hands on your hips.
You drew a hand back to slip between your heated bodies, tracing the skin of his chest with a new purpose. He was harder than a boulder beneath you, and you couldn't help but rock back and forth.
"Mmh," he hummed happily, letting you explore his body. "Wish you could see yourself from down here."
"And see my double chin? No thanks," You teased, already reaching for the drawstrings on his gray sweats â which, for the record, left absolutely nothing to the imagination.Â
He laid back, letting you tug his sweats down just enough for you to be able to spit into your palm and wrap it around him. It didn't take much to get him wet for you, considering he was practically dripping already by that point.
"I wish I could have you like this every day," He muttered, sliding his hands up your waist while he watched you hover over him. This was moving quickly. Not like you had any objections to that, of course. Clearly, he didn't either.Â
You didn't grace him with a response, instead positioning the tip in line with your dripping hole and then sinking down on him.Â
He gasped, letting his eyes fall shut. You made a sound somewhere between a moan of pleasure and a moan of pain. Once you bottomed out, the two of you sighed in perfect tandem. It took everything you had to not collapse on him right then and there, and just let him sit inside of you for the rest of the night. Hell, for the rest of your life.
He stretched you out perfectly â like he was made for you.
You lifted your hips and then sank down on him again. You were still wet from the last few hours of your night with Aki, yet the filthy squelching sound your cunt made as it squeezed around him caught even you off guard.
"What happened to behaving?" He tutted, though he let you set the pace, sliding back and forth in a way that had the both of you panting for more. The stretch felt amazing â like you could feel him in your stomach. His eyelids fluttered.Â
Fucking back onto his dick, you couldn't fight the strangled noises that seemed to pour out. "You're so fuckin' big," You gasped. It took all of the strength you had not to collapse from the force of your tremble as he braced his feet on the couch.Â
Sensing your struggle, he fucked up into you, meeting your thrusts in the middle and sliding in even deeper.Â
"Fuck, I feel it in my guts," You giggled.
"Fuckk... I missed you," he moaned â sinful, sultry, tantalizing. When you looked down, his brows were scrunched together, face contorted with concentration.Â
You felt something odd inside of you as you peered down at him â your heart felt full. You knew it was dangerous.
"Missed you moreâ" You panted right back. It was an honest mistake. (You were thinking it, though.) You didn't mean for it to come out.
His eyes widened. "Yeah? I-Â hah," he breathed. "You missed me?"
You nodded.
"Shit," he groaned, arching his head off the back of the pillow. His lips parted to make way for an uncharacteristically high-pitched whimper. "Say it again, please."
Aki laid his head back against the seat, biting his lip. He released a shuddering breath.Â
You slid down further and further each time you bounced, feeling yourself stretching around him like you were made for it, like taking it was your job. And then, right when you had gotten about half way down on it, you looked at his pretty face. His pretty face flushed with pink, eyes squeezed shut. His head thrown back, hair beginning to stick to his forehead, sweat beading at the base of his neck.
And then you took him down to the hilt.Â
"Ah, shit," He trembled, fingers digging into the meat of your ass. He was beginning to lose his composure. Fast.
You rose up a bit, and then sank back down on him. He was deep, so deep that you could feel your walls fluttering around him. You picked up the speed a bit, rising and sinking on his dick with newfound purpose. The stretch burned â made your eyes water, tears blurring your already weak vision.Â
But, fuck, it hurt so good.Â
You shut your eyes.
"Look at me," He said. When you came to, he was already looking at you. Eyes half-lidded and desperate, tongue running across his lower lip. "Say itâ Say it again. That you missed me."
Those words alone were enough to make you vocalize your desire for him. Still too shy to ask him for more, you bounced obediently on his dick. Up and down, up and down â until you were panting like a bitch in heat. "M-Missed you."
Aki's hips twitched beneath you, hands tensing on your backside. Then, slowly, he began to meet your thrusts â lifting himself up to meet you halfway.
And somehow, if it were even possible, he slid in deeper.Â
"Oh, fuck..." You cried. "Missed you so fuckin' badly."
"Is that why you called me?" He sighed happily, thrusting up a little harder. "Couldn't stay away?"
"Yes," You answered. "Yesâ Missed you soâ fuck! Fuck me harder."
Aki's lip twitched. "Feels good, doesn't it? I told you I'd take care of you."Â
Then, with no further warning, he gripped your hips roughly and slid into you at full force. You gasped, reaching for his shoulders. The couch lurched, and you felt yourself move with it. Every quick drag of his dick against your walls had your body squeezing him for dear life.Â
Aki groaned, deep and guttural, slowing his thrusts for a minute to a much slower pace. "Fuck," he gasped. "Fuck, that's good."
The man bit his lip, pulling all the way out again before slamming back in. He repeated this action a few more times, clearly relishing in the way you squirmed and gasped. Or maybe it was the way you looked all fucked out like this, bouncing on his dick like it was your job.
You threw your head back. Aki gasped, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.
You drew your eyebrows in, letting him do the work, letting the pleasure consume you. You felt so full. "Aki, fuck," you moaned.Â
Then he was picking up the pace again and you felt like a fucking ragdoll ; up and down, up and down.
"Harder!"
"Yeah?" He stammered. He sought out your lips with a newfound urgency, snapping his hips up against your ass almost mercilessly. His quiet grunts and gasps turned into moans against your sore lips. Louder and louder.Â
So much for being quiet. Shit, you didn't know who was worse â him and his pornographic little moans or you. You sounded like you were being murdered.
It had never felt this way with your husband. Shit. You had no idea sex could even feel so mind-numbingly good. So addictive.
Then, like some sort of miracle, you felt him hit that spot inside of you -- the one that made your toes curl. As your eyes widened, a desperate moan was torn from your lungs.
There it was.Â
"You got a lot of nerve, walking around here like you didn't miss this," He mused. He kept his hips in the same spot, moving at the same pace, the same angle, while letting his fingers explore your chest beneath your sweater â and then further up, applying pressure to the sides of your neck. "In my fucking sweater. Telling me to behave."
You were going to pass out at this rate. Letting yourself be thrown around on his hips, you took his strokes, eyes glazed over with mind-numbing pleasure.
And with every thrust, that familiar knot in your stomach began to grow again. You were â for lack of better words â in another realm. You felt yourself get lost in the sensation. Your surroundings dissipated. At that moment, all you saw was his angelic face below you, eyebrows scrunched together, sweat rolling down his scarred chest, lips parted to make way for those sinful, wonderful noises of his. Every time he moved, his muscles tensed and rippled beneath his skin.Â
It was breathtaking. He was breathtaking
In your head, there was no room for your husband. This pussy was his.
His hand gripped your throat â using his thumb to cut off your blood supply for seconds at a time before loosening his grip, letting you gasp for air as the blood came rushing back.
"Don't fucking stop," You cried out for him, "Fuckâ don't you dare fucking stop."
"You're taking me so well," He grunted against your neck. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin. "So good. Like you were made for it."
He reached for your throat again, and you felt your eyes roll back. You felt lightheaded, and dizzy, and it was almost too much. You were getting close.
Sparing him another glance, you quickly realized how much you wished you hadn't done that. Those lust-filled blue eyes of his were burning with a desire so intense you felt yourself grow even more sensitive â full of nothing but adoration for you, like you were spat out from the heavens onto his lap.
Then, without so much as another word, he stood up, throwing your legs around his waist and taking you with him. He walked you over to the arm rest, laying you down so that your head laid atop the couch cushions and your hips were inclined on the armrest. Then, he spread your legs open and guided himself right back into you.
He bottomed out inside of you once more, but it was different this time. At this angle, he had you seeing stars. At this angle, he found your sweet spot with every single thrust. His brutal speed was unrelenting. Eyes unfocused, your nails scratched at the surface of the couch, searching desperately for something to grab onto while he abused your sore pussy, fucking you like his life depended on it.
"Aki, fuck me!" You gasped out, clutching his bicep for dear life.Â
He threw your legs over his shoulders. "Don't worry, I got you, baby."
His hips threw you forward onto the couch. A glass tumbled off the coffee table and fell to the floor, shattering loudly as it collided with the ground.Â
"Waitâ " you managed to get out. "Wait, I think someâ ahâ somethin' fell!"
Aki didn't so much as check on the table (where your cookies sat on a plate, long since forgotten, just like the horror movie that was well near finished.).
You felt bad for his neighbors, at this point, because your moans had become a lot more similar to screams in lieu of recent events (recent events, of course, being Aki's goal of repossessing your ability to walk tomorrow). This angle was lethal, and it had your vision going spotty.
"Good girl," he hummed. "Good fucking girl."
And there it was again. The overwhelming, uncontrollable urge to give him everything â your body, your heart. You wanted him to claim you. You wanted to belong to him.Â
You wanted to be his, and you hated it.
You were so fucking close to the edge, all you could do was scream his name, letting your eyes roll into the back of your head while he fucked you hard and fast â nothing like the way he had fucked you when the two of you had first hooked up.
"This pussy belongs to me, doesn't it?" He smirked, pressing a kiss to your knee.Â
Don't give into him.
Have some decorum.
You couldn't take it anymore. The pleasure was far too much to bear. It was making your fucking mind go blank.Â
"You're not cumming until I tell you that you can," He practically commanded you.
You bit back a moan, feeling your legs begin to tremble again with the weight of your impending release. You were close, too close to resist the promise of paradise between your legs, in your core. You raked your eyes up his bare, chiseled chest â his pale, glossy skin, watching as his mouth parted to release a few shaky breaths. The muscles in his abdomen tensed up.
Guess I'm not the only one getting close to losing it.
"Can he fuck you better than I can?" He gasped out, landing another smack on your thighs.Â
Mentioning your husband while he was blowing your back out was a low blow. Still, though...
"No, baby, noâ" you pleaded. "No, he can't, I swear!" You were desperate to finish, crawling towards your release with the last strength you had left. "'S yours! This pussy is yours!"
His.
You had always been his, hadn't you? The little game of cat-and-mouse the two of you had been playing for so long â the hidden motives, the stolen glasses, the hushed whispers... it all led up to this.
"Mine," He purred, deep and buttery-smooth, and the sound of it almost made you cum right then and there. "You getting close, baby?"
Blissfully, you let the pleasure take over you. "Mhm."
"That's why you can't stop comin' back," He added, "Who else is gonna fuck you like me?"
You gasped out, clawing at the couch, "No one!"
The sensation of being filled to the brim was driving you up the wall.Â
"That's fuckin' rightâ Oh, fuckâ Cum with me," He gritted out, persisting and chasing after the promise of paradise.Â
You hadn't even noticed, but his thumb had begun rubbing circles on your clit â it had been doing that for a while now.Â
Being in no position to refuse, you obeyed. For the second time that day, the coil snapped, and your hips jolted rhythmically against him. You felt your walls clench around his dick, a sensation that made him lurch forward and reach his own orgasm, warmth coating your insides.
"Fuck!" You gasped. You felt your legs tremble at the sensation, walls milking him for all he was worth, ankles clawing at his back.
"You're so good for me," He murmured weakly against your lips, rolling into you â slowly â a few more times before stilling completely. He pulled out only a moment later, then he slid you up on the couch, crawling over the armrest until he was hovering over you, pinning you to the cushions.
You kissed him with every bit of strength you had left â which, admittedly, wasn't much. He grabbed you by the jaw, deepening the kiss. And it was in that warm embrace the two of you stayed for a while, sharing a few messy, open-mouthed kisses. It certainly wasn't the first time, but it felt different.
It was different this time. It was so much more than a post-sex makeout session.Â
It was everything. Everything you'd been wanting. Everything you'd needed.
He was everything you needed.
So you continued making out with him, holding him, kissing him until your lips felt numb. Until he pried himself away from you â but didn't go too far, pressing his nose up against yours with a weak, satisfied grin.
"That was the best I've ever had," You remarked quietly. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my entire life."
"I can't even think straight right now," He laughed.Â
Playfully, you retorted. "Can you ever think straight around me?"
He breathed out a quiet laugh â the sound made your heart squeeze â while leaning in to steal another kiss. "Fuck no," And then another. "But you must enjoy it, because you keep coming back."
"Unfortunately," You sighed. "I'd say that's, like... the only reason I tolerate you."
"What? Because I can fuck you better than anyone else?" He laughed, still a little breathless. "'Don't act like you weren't crying out "I missed you", like, ten minutes ago."
"Maybe I did," You retorted. "You and that big dick of yours."
"If that's what keeps you coming, then I'll keep you cumming," He added. He flopped down next to you. "Does my cooking make up for the week we spent apart?"
"Maybe," you hummed, too blissed out to fully participate in the conversation.Â
He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, murmuring, "I missed you, troublemaker."
You had just enough energy left to mutter the words, "Missed you, too," before passing out on the couch.
You stood in front of a tall mirror in the bedroom, adjusting the straps of a sexy red dress you hadn't worn in years. The fabric hugged your curves, soft against your skin, and you twirled, hoping to feel cute, desirable, like you used to.
But then your husband entered the room, and you knew something was off. He didn't smile, didn't offer the compliment you were silently hoping for. Instead, he stared at you with a strange mix of amusement and disdain.
"Are you really going to wear that?" he asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Your heart sank. "Why? What's wrong with it?"
He let out a short, humorless laugh. "You've put on weight. That dress... it's not flattering on you at all."
The words hit you like a slap, and you felt the air rush out of your lungs. You tried to hold onto your composure, to not let the hurt show, but it was impossible. The confidence you had been clinging to crumbled in an instant, leaving you feeling completely exposed.
"Fine," you huffed, your voice shaky as you turned away from him. "I'll go change."
You woke up in an unfamiliar, but surprisingly comfortable bed. The sheets were soft against your skin, a gentle warmth cocooning you, but something about the room felt off, foreign, but not at all disconcerting. The crisp white comforter you were swaddled in carried an aroma â notes of spice, amber, and the faintest hint of smoke â very distinct to someone particular.
Blinking sleep from your eyes, you slowly rolled out of bed, your feet meeting the cool floor. Immediately the warm drip between your thighs reminded you what you had done just a moment earlier. Your panties were on, though. Did Aki... put them back on for you?
How thoughtful.
Quietly, you padded towards the living room, your footsteps barely making a sound. The TV was off, the soft glow of the night outside filtering through the curtains. You noticed the table had been cleaned up, everything put away except for the plate of cookies, which now sat on the kitchen table, untouched.
You paused for a moment, glancing around before your eyes were drawn to the glass doors leading to the porch. Through the glass, you saw Aki standing outside, the faint glow of a cigarette illuminating a sliver of his face in the dim light. He was leaning against the railing, his posture relaxed as he took a slow drag, the smoke curling around him in the cool night air. The faint breeze tousled his silky black hair.
He was so fucking handsome, it wasn't even funny.
For a moment, you just stood there, watching him. There was something peaceful, almost serene, about the way he stood there, clearly lost in his thoughts. Selfishly, you wondered if you were the only person occupying his mind.
You approached the plate of cookies tentatively. Were his roommates home? (Judging by the fact that all of the cookies were still very much intact and, from what Aki had told you, his roommates would never leave a plate of food untouched, you ventured to say no.) You plucked an extra-soft-looking one off of the tray, then tip-toed over to the glass sliding door anyway, pulling it open and slipping onto the balcony.
It was quiet outside. So quiet, in fact, that â save for the quiet noises of the Tokyo streets down below â you could hear the cherry of his cigarette sizzle as he took a slow, relaxed hit of it.
Aki didn't even have to turn around to know it was you. "Hey," he offered.
"Hey," You smiled softly, "What time'sit?"
Bare, cold feet pressed against the ground, you walked up to the railing, leaning against it right next to him.
"Sometime past midnight. Why?" He breathed out, smoke pouring out from between his pretty lips, "Do you wanna go back to your hotel?"
"Not really. It's getting kinda late," You sighed. You folded your arms over the railing, laying your head down atop them, "But I'd hate to overstay my welcome."
"You can stay here as long as you like, whenever you'd like," He hummed. He drummed his fingers against the balcony. "Stay the night. I can take you back tomorrow."
You took a bite out of the cookie. Then another, and another â and then it was gone. "We have that... that meeting tomorrow, don't we?"
"We do," He sighed, as if he, too, had forgotten about his responsibilities. Then, after a pause, he pinched his cigarette between two fingers, pulling you closer to him by your arm. It wasn't until the two of you were pressed chest-to-chest that he was content, wrapping his long, strong arms around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "We'll figure that out later, though. Just stay with me tonight."
He made a compelling argument. You pressed your nose deeper into the fabric of his sweater, inhaling his scent (and maybe motorboating him, just a little). Instead of answering, you wrapped your arms around his waist. For a moment, you could forget about the rest of the world. As long as you were here with him, buried in his arms, his chest, you were safe.Â
You wished you could stay like this forever â nose buried in his sweater while he held you close to him.Â
One of Aki's hands left your side so that he could take another puff of his cigarette. His chest rose against your cheek as he held it in, fell as he breathed it out.Â
His words were a deep vibration against your ear, "Himeno was right. You are bad for me."
"And that thing you're smoking isn't?" You retorted. "Can't be worse than that."
"It can," He answered back calmly. "That's the problem."
You knit your brows together at that, peeking your head up so that you could peer up at him. Wordlessly, you asked him to elaborate.
Aki sighed, shutting his eyes, like it pained him to speak. Then, he uttered, "I don't think we should keep seeing each other after this."
ââYour heart dropped at his words, a cold wave of disbelief washing over you. For a moment, it was as if the air had been sucked out of your lungs, leaving you breathless. But you fought to tough it out, to keep your voice steady, even as a sharp ache settled in your chest.
"What?" you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper. "Why?"
Aki didn't answer immediately, and the silence between you was heavy, oppressive. His hand that had been resting on your side stilled, and you felt him tense against you. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke, his voice low and strained.
"Because I'm getting attached," he confessed, each word carrying a weight that pressed down on you. "I think I'm falling for you."
Your breath hitched, and you instinctively backed away from him, your arms loosening from around his waist. You needed to see his face to understand what he was really saying.Â
"You think or you know?" you asked, more forceful this time, betraying the slightest tremble in your voice.
Aki opened his eyes, meeting your gaze with a mixture of regret and something deeper, something you couldn't quite name. His silence was louder than any words could have been, the truth hanging in the air between you, undeniable and painful.
"I know," he finally admitted, the confession heavy with finality. He looked at you with a softness that made your heart ache even more.Â
This is bad.
This is very bad, you thought. In fact, the only thing that made it worse was the fact that you found yourself caught somewhere between happy and devastated that he returned your feelings. What should you do? Should you run away? Run towards him? Say fuck it and pour your heart out?
"Shit," You sighed.
"I know," He nodded slowly, wrapping his lips around the butt of his cigarette and taking a deep breath. "Look, I don't... expect you to return my feelings. I know you've got a life back in Kyoto, and if you wanna pretend this entire conversation never happened, then I'm okay with that," He turned to you, breathing smoke out to the side, into the evening air, "But just... I can't keep pretending I don't want something more than sex from you. It's bad for me."
You couldn't think of anything to say. No, you could think of a thousand things to say, but would it be good enough?Â
There was no possible combination of words that could convey your feelings. So, instead, you looked down on the street below â the cars and their dim, red lights, the people passing by â and you said nothing.
"I'm sorry," He offered after a beat.
"Why are you sorry?" You asked, gaze never once straying from the scenery. If you looked at him, you didn't know what would happen. Would everything â all of the feelings you'd been bottling up â come pouring out?
"Because I ruined everything," He uttered. His eyes were terribly sad, downcast like a rainy blue day as he continued to smoke. "This thing we have going on."
You huffed a quiet breath, shaking your head, "I don't know what to say."
After a pause, Aki ashed the end of the cigarette, "You don't have to say anything."
"But, I do," You trailed off, "I have so much to say, and yet, I can just... I don't want to say it."
"Why not?" He implored you.
"Because," You sighed, "If I say it, then it'll be real."
You turned to him, finally, and you wished you hadn't â he was looking at you like you had the entire universe and all of its stars trapped behind your eyes. Like you were everything that mattered to him.
Like you were everything he ever wanted.
"I figured that if I left it alone for a while, then it would go away, but..." Your voice trickled down to a whisper â it was difficult to continue the conversation when he was staring at you so lovingly, "You were right, earlier. I did miss you. More than I should have."
The words were painful as they slipped off of you tongue, invaded the space between your body and his. His eyes were windows into a calm shore, tranquil blue waves licking at the shore â and, gently, they searched your gaze for an answer you simply couldn't provide. The remains of his cigarette smoldered between his finger tips.
Similarly, the agony of your confession came in waves, sending tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
"I was thinking about you every day we were apart, and I felt like the worst fucking person in the entire fucking world because," You choked back what sounded like a sob. Your chest was tight, so tight â it hurt to breathe around him. Finally, you broke, "Every time I looked into my husband's eyes, all I could think about were yours."
It was true. Every single last word of it.Â
He stood before you broken, pretty eyes watering. Still, like the champ he was, he kept his composure.
You wished you shared his ability to do that so effortlessly. Chest heaving, you began to cry.
"He's so terrible to me, Aki," You sobbed, rubbing the tears away from your eyes like that would stop them from coming out, "It's my fault I settled down so fucking early, and I was supposed to be a good wife andâ and deal with the consequences of the life that I chose." Clawing at your chest â at his sweater â you added, "He wants me to retire when I come back from this trip so I can be his housewife. I don't wanna go, Aki. I don't wanna lose what little freedom I have left."
Aki furrowed his brows, frowning softly as he took a hit of his cig, "You don't want to settle down?"
"With him? I thought I did, years and years ago, but I was dumb and stupid and young andâ" You gasped, "I never had someone to intervene and tell me to slow down when I was young, but youâ you..."
He looked at you so tenderly, so lovingly, that you had to pause to regain your decorum.Â
"I hate that I miss youâ that I want you, that I crave you," You choked out â as if the words were ripped from the very depths of your soul, blinking up at him with teary eyes, "I wanna leave it all behind sometimes and justâ justâ say 'fuck it'and run away with you. I'd give it all up in a heartbeatâ all of it, and that scares me, because you could be gone tomorrow and I'd just beâ" You sobbed, "A fucking trainwreck!"
You began to cry again, shoulders trembling with the weight of your sobs. Aki tutted softly, wrapping his arms around you once more and holding you tight to his chest. His arms were a large warmth that surrounded you, muffled the sounds of the city streets until his steady heartbeat was all you could hear â the deep timbre of his voice as he spoke so sweetly to you;
"I would never leave. I'll always be there for you."
Then he exhaled, breathing the scent of nicotine into the evening air.
You wished you could believe him. Though he had done nothing to disprove his loyalty to you, you couldn't help the slightest pang of pain you felt when you imagined him leaving you for someone younger, prettier... better.
"He took my youth, Aki," You sniffed. He smelled like home. "He took everything from me. God, I hate him."
Simply, he said, "Then, leave him."
"I can't," You sighed â something between a humorless chuckle and a sob prying itself from your chest, "I feel so trapped. My whole life has revolved around him for so long Iâ" You wiped your eyes, "I'd have to start all over again."
"Then start over again," He answered simply, again. His hand slid up from the base of your neck to the side of your face, thumb swiping your tears away oh-so gently, "You don't have to cry. We can figure it out together, yeah?"
You wanted to.
You wanted to do that so fucking bad.
Why couldn't you?
You deserved it.
"But I don't know what I feel," You retorted. How could he speak to you like you were anything less than a complete wreck? How could he speak to you like he wanted to sort it out? "I know there's something there between us. I thinkâ I think I've had feelings for you, too, but I didn't want to label it, because that will make it realâ"
"You don't have to know what you feel," He offered in response, wrapping his arms around you a little tighter, until the unique combination of notes that made up his scent flooded your nostrils, "Just let yourself feel it. I'm here for you whenever you need me, okay? No need to label it."
"No, that's not fair to you," You shook your head, but wrapped your arms around his lower back anyway, "I can't keep stringing you along when I don't even know where I'm at. You're right â it's not good for you."
Aki raised a brow, slightly humored by your words â as was evident by the teasing lilt in his words, "You just said you had feelings for me. That you'd leave your life with your husband behind to be with me. That everytime you look into his eyes, you wish they were mine instead. That sounds pretty clear to me."
You exhaled sharply, exasperated, "But, I don't know whatâ"
"You don't have to know what it means," He answered before you could even ask the question, "All you have to know is that they're there. We don't have to put a name on anything, right now â or make any big decisions just yet."
"Then what?" You swallowed. Your throat was dry. "What should we do now?"
"Enjoy the ride," Was his response. "However long it lasts. Tomorrow isn't promised, anyway, right?"
"I can't even promise you tomorrow," You replied. "My entire life is a mess right now."
"Are you busy tomorrow?" He asked, stepping back. His lips wrapped around the cigarette. Tentatively, he pulled another hit from it.
"No. Why?"
Aki shrugged, breathing smoke out into the air, "Then we'll take it one day at a time. No need to cry, okay?"
He was so kind to you â his gentle words were so starkly different to your husband's much harsher ones. Your heart thrummed wildly in your chest. Your lungs were moving way faster than they reasonably should have been moving.
So, after a few minutes â when the tears had subsided and it was nothing but you and him pressed up against one another on his silent balcony â you pointed at his cigarette (what little was left of it, anyway), commenting, "I kinda wanna try another one. Is that crazy?"
Aki laughed at that, instinctively reaching up to his lips with the cigarette to take a puff, "Nah, but why bother? You're gonna hack it up again."
"So?" You asked. "I haven't craved a cigarette in years before you came along."
"I'm a bad influence on you, aren't I?" He mused quietly. His hand ghosted over your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake, gripping your chin and gently tilting your gaze up to meet his eyes. "I have a better idea."
You raised a brow at his antics. Wordlessly, he took a long, lazy drag or his cigarette. His thumb tugged down on your lower lip, begging for entry â which you provided obediently.Â
He was the image of sin, pretty blues half-lidded and trained on the place where his calloused thumb met your lip. He brought your face closer to his slowly, like he was trying to gauge your feelings before he made his move.Â
Then â when his mouth brushed delicately against yours â he tugged your lip open in tandem with his own, breathing the smoke into your mouth.
You breathed it in â you didn't choke on it this time, but, rather, welcomed it. You welcomed the stream of smoke that flowed from his mouth into yours. Eyelids fluttering shut, you held it in, breathing it out just as slowly as it had entered you.
Aki's gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips. Then â though you weren't entirely sure who had moved first â he closed the gap and sealed his lips to yours.
It was slow, this time, a hot, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you clutched at his shoulders. It was sloppy and it left you feeling lightheaded, high off of the taste of him.Â
With a quiet moan, your lips slipped against his, tangling your fingers in his hair, gripping the fabric of his sweater.
He pulled away slowly (probably sensing that this would escalate just as quickly as the last kiss had, and that you were still feeling a little sore), keeping his long fingers cupped around your cheek, toying mindlessly with the hairs at the side of your face.
You hummed contentedly, "I'm not sure what's more addictive; you or those cigarettes."
Aki's lips curled into a devilish little smirk, taking one last drag of his cigarette. "Put me in your mouth and you'll find out."
Right now, I'd like nothing more than that, You thought, but chose not to voice those thoughts.
Instead, you laughed, placing your hands on his strong shoulders and giving him a playful shove. It was all so painfully domestic â enough to make you forget about the rest of the world, your husband, your life in Kyoto.
Then, you stepped behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your head in between his shoulder blades. You took a deep whiff of his detergent (or cologne?), and thought, I could easily get used to this.
Like this, I could easily fall in love with him.
That thought was intimidating enough as it was. But, then, as he placed his hand over your hands where they were clasped around the front of his torso â and sighed peacefully â you found yourself thinking:
I never want this to end.
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â± Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Twenty Six ~FINALE â±
Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Twenty Six Warnings: profanity How to find the other chapters in my pinned post.
â±Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devilâ±
[Chapter Twenty Six]
â[name]! Dad!â Charlie adjusted her bow, as you and Lucifer appeared in the hotel lobby. You cleared your throat, smiling nervously as she approached.Â
âCharlie,â Lucifer said smoothly. He looked at you. âThis is [name]. Youâve met.â
âYes.â Charlie looked at you apologetically. âLook, Iâm so sorry for what Alastor did. I donât really know-â she waved her hands around, â-the basics of the⊠situation, but I am sorry.â
âWhatever he did isnât yours to apologize for,â you reassured her, and she smiled weakly.Â
âYes, wellâŠâ Lucifer looked around, face expressionless. âWhere is he, exactly?â
Charlie laughed nervously. âDadâŠâ
âIâm just asking.â
âDonât do anything, please?â
He didnât say anything.
âLook, Alastor is still useful to the hotel! And⊠you know how he is.â She looked at you. âI mean, how was he meant to know- I mean, he always does this, right? He likes to stir up drama.â
You frowned. She was making sense.
Alastor didnât know of anything prior to your fall. He couldnât have. All he saw was a frazzled girl to take advantage of and pit against his rival.Â
âThis doesnât mean you should forgive him,â Charlie said quickly. âItâs just, this hotel is about second chances. Consider this his second chance?â
âRedemption was his second chance,â you said stiffly, crossing your arms. Charlie looked dejected, but Lucifer cut in quickly.
âI wonât try and hurt him, Apple Pie.â
You both exchanged a look.Â
You went over to the couch, where Angel Dust was strewn out, his limbs draped over the sides as he scrolled on his phone. He looked up at you.Â
âHey.â He sat up quickly. â[name].â
You gave him a wan smile, sitting down. âItâs been a while, huh?â
âI wouldnât say that long.â He shuffled up the couch, drawing up his legs to make more space. âSure does feel like a while, though.â
You hummed in agreement. âSay, whereâs Alastor?â
Angel sat up straighter. âI betcha heâll be out in a minute. Still sulking from that ass-kickinâ ya gave him.â
You both fell silent, and your phone pinged. You pulled it out to see Velvetteâs number on your screen, a photo attached. You clicked on it.Â
A selfie, her lips pushed together in a pout. In the background, Valentino was screaming at a very fed-up looking Vox.
The caption read: he got cancer in his balls. u ok now? xoxoÂ
A small laugh bubbled last your lips as you typed out your answer:
Iâm fine now. Is that even possible with demons?
Her reply came immediately. idk. i dont think itâll kill him tho :( heâll prob just live w it forever. glad ur ok babes
âAngel,â you said, straightening up. He looked at you expectantly. âValentino has testicular cancer.â
His lips stretched into a grin. âSeriously? Like, cancer in his dick?â
You snorted. âYeah.â
You both burst into a fit of laughter, so much so that you didnât notice when a static buzzing filled the air. You froze, looking up.Â
âAlastor,â Angel said flatly.
Alastor smiled, although it was shaky, upon seeing you. â[name]!â He laughed, taking a sudden step back as you stood up, clenching your fists. Your nails cut into your palms. âWhat a pleasant surprise. Iâm glad youâre alright after that unnecessary scuffle outside.â
âYouâŠâ your lip curled. âIâm gonna fucking kill you.â
You vaguely registered Charlie shouting desperately: â[name], no!â As you lunged towards him, forcing him down, hands closing around his neck.Â
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âYou never fixed the window,â you remarked.
Lucifer looked at you, fondness still written all over his features as you picked your way around the empty room, careful not to step on any glass pieces. âItâs just the same,â you murmured. âThis room.â
He stepped towards you, slipping his hand around your waist. âIt is.â
It had been a week since youâd both left the hotel, no explanation given to any of the residents, instead replaced with an open, rather violent altercation with Alastor in the lobby. Charlie was certain Alastor had made a mistake, in his lust for âentertainmentâ, and hadnât known the gravity of the situation. She was certain that he deserved a second chance.Â
Despite all this, youâd still given him a beating that would keep him battered for at least a week. And on his toes around you for the rest of his afterlife.Â
The light from the city filtered in, glinting off of the jagged remnants of the window pane, and bathed you and Lucifer both in red light.Â
He turned to you. â[name].â You looked at him.
He sank down to one knee.
You stumbled back, hands flying to your mouth. âL-luciâŠâ
â[name], me and you⊠weâve known each other for so long. Thereâs been ups and downs- a lot of downs-â
You could feel tears springing to your eyes.
âBut in the end, weâre still together.â He took in a deep breath. âSometimes I was worried that it wasnât meant to be- we were too far apart, too many bad things were happening to you, just because you were with me, but nowâŠâÂ
He pulled out a small box.
âI know thatâs wrong.â
A small golden ring glinted in the red light.
â[name], will you marry me?â
You stared at him in shock, knees going weak. âYes. Oh my- yes!âÂ
He laughed, exhilarated and relieved as he stood up again to sweep you up in an embrace. You buried your face in his shoulder. âI love you,â he murmured against your skin. You pulled away, tears now freely streaking down your face as you looked at him.Â
âI love you too,â you replied, and he took your hand, sliding the ring on. It fit perfectly.Â
He grasped both your hands in his, looking at you, eyes brimming with adoration. You leaned over, pressing your lips against his.Â
He let out a surprised noise, hands snaking around your waist as you cupped his cheek, both your lips moving together. You kissed him until you couldnât breathe, until you pulled away, panting slightly.Â
âI love you,â he repeated, as if saying it once wasnât enough. You gave him a tearstained smile.Â
âI love you too.â
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