#you can see him thinking in the moment about what would freak out other people i like it. hes kinda discovering he likes acting? in a way?

[heartsriki]

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pairing ᝰ Riki x fem!reader — featuring.. ot7 & njz wc: 5.7k

⌇ … warnings & genre ↺ frenemies to lovers, lots of bickering, reader is an influencer sort of, jealousy, fluff, a kiss.

synopsis — A weekend trip, nonstop teasing, and one accidental like—somewhere between annoying each other and late-night moments, You and Riki realize your feelings might be more than just for the camera.

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“What about Riki?” Hanni asks, giving you a knowing glance.

You groan, already regretting this conversation. “Riki? What. Why bring him up?”

“Well, isn’t he also going on the trip? He’s friends with your friends, right?”

You cross your arms with a sigh. “Regretfully, I think so…”

Hanni hums, tilting her head. “What’s your problem with him anyway? I think he’s cute.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “I wouldn’t say cute.”

“And talented.”

“Not that either.”

“He’s nice too.”

You scoff. “Now you’re just messing with me.”

Hanni laughs, nudging your shoulder. “Okay, but seriously. What made you dislike him so much?”

What made you hate Riki? Oh, it was simple, really.

He was annoying. Egotistical. Arrogant. Selfish. Manipulative. And rude.

People say you hate him? Well, he started it.

Hanni is still watching you, waiting for an answer, but you just shake your head. She wouldn’t get it. No one ever does.

“You’re being dramatic,” she finally says, crossing her arms.

You scoff. “Am I? Have you ever had to deal with someone who goes out of their way to make your life miserable?”

She tilts her head in thought. “No, but maybe you’re just imagining it. Riki doesn’t seem like that kind of person.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “That’s because he has everyone fooled. Trust me, he knows exactly what he’s doing.”

Hanni gives you a skeptical look. “Okay, then tell me. What has he actually done to you?”

Oh, where to begin? There was the time he conveniently ‘forgot’ to tell you about a major change in your group project, making you look unprepared in front of the entire class. Or the time he somehow convinced everyone that you were the one who ditched the plans he never even invited you to in the first place. And don’t even get you started on the way he always smirks whenever he sees you struggle with anything, like he’s just waiting for you to mess up.

But instead of listing every single one of Riki’s crimes, you just sigh. “It doesn’t matter. Just know that he’s the worst.”

Hanni still looks unconvinced, but she drops the subject with a little shrug. “Fine, if you say so.”

You relax slightly, glad to move on—until she adds, “I personally think hes flirting.”

You whip your head toward her. “He is not.”

She grins. “Right.”

You exhale sharply, already regretting letting Hanni drag this out. But if she wants to know the full story, fine.

“It’s not some deep, dramatic thing,” you start. “We met through our friend group—Jake, Sunghoon, Jay, Sunoo, Jungwon, Heeseung. At first, he was just… there. Annoying, always doing the most for attention. But I didn’t really care. We barely interacted.”

Hanni nods, urging you to continue. “And then?”

“And then, one day, I was doing a live,” you say flatly. “It was supposed to be normal—just me talking to my followers and fans, answering questions, minding my business. But guess who decided to pop in uninvited?”

She gasps dramatically. “No. He wouldn’t.”

“Oh, but he did.” You cross your arms. “And, of course, the chat immediately noticed. People were freaking out, like, ‘Omg, Riki’s here?!’ ‘Riki, say hi!’ and I was already dreading whatever he was about to do.”

Hanni grins. “And what did he do?”

You sigh, closing your eyes like you can still see it happening. “He sent a donation just so his message would be pinned on the screen. And do you know what he asked?”

Hanni leans forward, eyes wide with anticipation. “What?”

You drop your voice, mimicking Riki’s cocky tone. “‘Be honest—do you secretly have a crush on me?’”

Hanni screams. “NO.”

“YES.” You groan, burying your face in your hands. “And the worst part? I was so caught off guard, I hesitated before saying no. And the internet never let it go.”

She’s cackling now, gripping your arm. “Oh my god, that’s so funny.”

“It’s not funny,” you grumble. “Because now? People like us. Together. The clip went viral, there are fan edits, people comment on my posts saying ‘#NishimuraEffect,’ and every time I go live, someone always asks about him.”

Hanni wipes a fake tear from her eye. “That’s incredible. You’re living a cliche rom-com.”

“A nightmare,” you correct. “Because Riki? He loves it. He leans into it. He’ll pop up in my comment section, reply to tweets with winks, and the other day? He sent me a playlist called ‘Songs That Remind Me of You’ and people lost their minds!”

Hanni gasps. “Wait. Was it a real playlist?”

“It was literally just a playlist with songs that he knows I hate.”

She wheezes. “Okay, no, that’s hilarious.”

“It’s immature,” you huff. “And now, whenever we’re in the same room, he just smirks at me like I’m obsessed with him. Like this is all just a fun little game.”

Hanni gives you a knowing look. “You do talk about him a lot…”

You shoot her a glare. “Don’t start.”

She smirks. “Too late. I think this trip is gonna be very interesting.”

The trip was supposed to be a simple getaway—a weekend away with friends, no drama, no awkwardness, just a little downtime and possibly endless amounts of photo dump content for your page. At least, that’s what you thought when you agreed to go. But now, standing in front of your packed suitcase, you couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get way more complicated.

Hanni had practically begged you to go. “It’s just a short trip! You need to get away from our apartment,” she’d said.

You’d reluctantly agreed, wanting the escape, but now that it was here, you were starting to question your decision. Because the trip included Riki. And the last thing you needed was a weekend of him continuing his little game of pushing your buttons.

You could already hear his voice in your head, mocking your every move.

“You sure you’re okay with being in the same car as me for three hours? Can you resist me?”

You shudder at the thought. The last time you were this close to him for any extended period of time, you nearly lost your mind. But this time? It was different. This time, he had the leverage of your online reputation over your head.

“Alright, everyone ready?” Heeseung called, appearing in the doorway of your room with his usual wide grin.

You gave him a thumbs-up, trying to hide your nerves. “Yeah. Just… give me a second.”

“Don’t take too long,” he teased, a knowing look in his eyes. “Riki’s already downstairs.”

That was the last thing you needed to hear. You quickly shoved your phone into your bag and followed Jake downstairs, where the group was already gathered. The moment you stepped into the living room, Riki’s voice hit you like a wave.

“Hey, look at that.. only took like what? Three hours?” He turned to you, flashing that infamous, teasing grin. “Did you pack extra clothes? Or did you vlog your packing routine for your little page?”

You clenched your jaw, refusing to rise to the bait. “I just lost track of time,” you muttered, glancing over at the others. They were all chatting and laughing, clearly oblivious to Riki’s mind games.

“Alright, let’s get going!” Jungwon called, grabbing his bag and heading for the door.

You followed the group out to the cars, trying to ignore the feeling of Riki’s gaze on you. Of course, he had to be in the same car as you. Why wouldn’t he be?

You slid into the backseat with Sunghoon and Sunoo, silently praying for the trip to be over already. But of course, Riki made himself comfortable in the seat next to you, leaning over the armrest just enough to make it impossible to avoid him.

“So,” he said, his voice smooth and casual, “How’s the internet fame treating you? I saw your last livestream. Pretty cute how everyone keeps asking about us.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bring that up. Ever again.”

He chuckled, clearly amused by your discomfort. “What? I’m just stating the facts. It’s pretty entertaining how much people are into this whole thing. Especially since im way out of your league.”

“I’m not into it,” you said firmly, crossing your arms. “And neither are you. You’re just messing with me.”

Riki grinned, clearly enjoying the way you were trying to avoid eye contact. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” He leaned back in his seat, his expression softening just a little.

You glared at him, refusing to let him get to you. “Don’t you have anything better to do than make my life miserable?”

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk never leaving his face. “It’s funny making fun of people like you.”

The rest of the car ride passed in awkward silence, broken only by the sound of the others chatting and laughing around you. You kept your focus on the passing scenery, determined not to engage. But despite your best efforts, you could still feel Riki’s presence, like he was waiting for you to crack.

When you finally arrived at the cabin, you were more than ready to get away from him for a bit. The house was cozy, with a large living room and a fireplace crackling in the corner. You were more than ready to get away from Riki for a bit. As everyone scattered to claim rooms, you spotted the perfect one at the end of the hall—far from the shared spaces, away from distractions, and most importantly, away from him.

But just as you stepped inside, a familiar voice called out behind you.

“No way you get this room.”

You closed your eyes briefly, already regretting every decision that led to this moment. Turning around, you found Riki leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk already forming.

“I got here first,” you stated.

He shrugged. “I don’t care. I’m not rooming with Jungwon again. The guy sleeps like a rock but somehow still manages to kick me in his sleep.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And that’s my problem how?”

Riki stepped past you, dropping his bag onto the other bed in the room. “It is now.”

Your mouth fell open. “No. Absolutely not. I am not sharing a room with you.”

“Why not? Afraid you’ll fall in love with me overnight?”

You groaned, running a hand down your face. “I’d rather sleep outside.”

“Go ahead,” he said, flopping onto the bed, arms behind his head. “Less complaining for me to hear.”

You stared at him, waiting for him to give up, but he didn’t move. He just looked at you, that stupid smirk still playing on his lips like he knew you had no other option. And unfortunately, he was right. The cabin didn’t have enough rooms for everyone to have their own, and if you didn’t stay here, you’d probably end up sharing with Sunoo—who had a habit of sleep-talking in full conversations.

“Fine,” you muttered, dragging your suitcase toward the other side of the room. “But don’t talk to me.”

Riki grinned. “Gladly.”

The morning started with a natural split—girls on one side of the cabin, guys on the other. After breakfast, the group decided to go their separate ways for a bit. Hanni, Yunjin, and the other girls wanted to explore the nearby shops, while the guys planned to check out a hiking trail a few miles away.

As they piled into separate cars, Jungwon glanced over at Riki, who had been quieter than usual. “Alright, man, I gotta ask,” he said as he adjusted his seatbelt. “Why do you mess with Y/N so much?”

Jake, who was driving, snickered. “Yeah, dude. It’s like your favorite hobby.”

Riki rolled his eyes, leaning back in his seat. “It’s not that deep.”

Sunghoon turned in his seat to face him. “Nah, but seriously. You’re always on her case. What’s the deal?”

Riki shrugged, staring out the window. “I just don’t like influencers.”

Sunoo raised an eyebrow. “Okay, but why?”

“They’re all the same,” Riki muttered, crossing his arms. “They act like the world revolves around them just because they have a following. They take a hundred pictures of their food before eating, they vlog every second of their life like it’s a reality show, and they pretend like they’re relatable when they’re really just obsessed with attention.”

The car fell silent for a moment.

Jake finally sighed. “So… you hate Y/N because she posts online?”

Riki hesitated. “I don’t hate her.”

Jungwon smirked. “Could’ve fooled us.”

Riki rolled his eyes again. “She’s just—she’s exactly like the type of people I can’t stand. Always worried about engagement, always curating everything to look perfect. It’s annoying.”

Sunghoon hummed, clearly unconvinced. “Or maybe you’re just mad because you actually like her, and you don’t know how to deal with it.”

Riki scoffed. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Sunoo nudged Sunghoon. “He’s definitely in denial.”

“Definitely,” Jake agreed.

Riki groaned, shoving his hoodie over his head. “Whatever. Can we just go hiking now?”

The conversation shifted after that, but even as the guys joked and planned their route, Riki couldn’t shake the lingering irritation in his chest.

Later that afternoon, after the hike and a much-needed nap back at the cabin, Riki found himself lying on his bed, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone.

Before he even realized what he was doing, he was on your page.

It was almost second nature at this point—checking what you posted, seeing what dumb caption you’d come up with this time. He told himself he was just looking for something to make fun of, something to roll his eyes at.

But then he caught himself smiling.

The post was an old one—before he ever really started paying attention to you. It was a candid picture, nothing staged, just you laughing at something off-camera. The way your eyes crinkled at the corners, the way your smile shined so bright—it was genuine. Real.

He stared at it for a second too long.

Then his thumb slipped.

A loud double tap echoed in the quiet room.

Riki’s heart stopped.

“No. No, no, no—” He shot up, staring at the screen in horror. His username, clear as day, was now stamped underneath a post from two years ago.

Panic set in.

He scrambled to unlike it, praying the damage wasn’t done. But it was too late. The notification had already been sent.

Dropping his phone onto his chest, he let out a long, miserable groan.

He was so screwed.

A knock at the door made Riki jolt upright. His phone nearly slipped from his grip as your voice rang through the wood.

“Hey, are you in there?”

His heart rate spiked.

He tried to act normal, shoving his phone under his pillow like that would somehow erase the evidence. “Uh… yeah, obviously?”

You pushed the door open without making a note on his attitude, your brows furrowed as you scrolled through your phone. “Weird. My notifications just went crazy for a second—”

Riki shot up so fast his head nearly spun. “What? That’s… weird. Super weird.”

You didn’t seem to hear him, still staring at your screen. And then, your steps slowed. Your eyes widened slightly.

“Riki,” you said, dragging his name out in suspicion. “Did you just like my post… from two years ago?”

His entire soul left his body. “No.”

You turned the screen toward him, showing the undeniable truth: Riki liked your photo.

His face burned. “Okay, fine, yes, but it was an accident.”

A slow smirk formed on your lips. “Oh my god. You were stalking my page.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“You totally were.”

Riki scrambled off the bed, moving toward you with purpose. “Give me your phone.”

You laughed, stepping back. “Absolutely not.”

“I just need to—” He lunged, but you dodged, holding your phone out of reach.

“Admit you were looking at my posts first.”

“Never.”

You yelped as he grabbed for your wrist, but you twisted away, stumbling slightly. “Wow, this is embarrassing for you.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” Riki dove forward again, and this time, he caught your waist, making you gasp as the momentum sent you both tumbling back onto the bed.

The room went still.

Riki barely registered the way your breath hitched. The way your hands landed on his chest, fingers curling slightly against the fabric of his hoodie. The way his own hands—one braced on the mattress, the other still loosely gripping your waist—felt suddenly, dangerously warm.

You were close. Too close.

Your eyes flickered to his lips for just a second. Too long.

His grip tightened on instinct.

Something unspoken crackled between you, thick and charged. Riki’s smirk had completely disappeared, replaced with something else entirely—something neither of you wanted to think about.

For once, you didn’t have a witty comeback. And for once, he didn’t have a teasing remark.

Then—

A loud knock shattered the moment.

“Hey, are you guys seriously fighting again?” Jake’s voice called through the door. “Just kiss already or shut up about it!”

You and Riki instantly broke apart.

You shoved him off of you, flustered, as he cleared his throat and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling like it had all the answers in the world.

“You’re so annoying,” you muttered, sitting up quickly, clearly trying to compose yourself.

Riki exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “You started it.”

You shot him a glare before storming toward the door. Just before stepping out, you turned back, obviously still flustered.

“For the record,” you said, voice quieter now, “if you wanted to stalk my page, you could’ve just made a fake account, dumbass.”

Then you were gone, leaving Riki lying there, staring after you, heartbeat still uneven.

The lake wasn’t even part of the original plan.

It was supposed to be a lazy morning at the cabin, maybe a hike if everyone felt like it. But then Sunoo, who always had a dramatic streak, took one look at the heat and declared, “I’m going to melt. We’re going to the lake.”

So now, here you were—standing at the edge of the dock, arms crossed, watching as your friends splashed into the cool water. The sun glowed golden against the lake’s surface, the air buzzing with laughter and the occasional shriek whenever someone got dunked underwater.

And, of course, Riki was being the absolute worst.

He was already in the water, hair slicked back, grinning like he was plotting something. He kept dunking Jungwon, then dodging away before he could get tackled in return.

You had zero intention of getting in the water. You were content staying on the dock, dipping your toes in while avoiding whatever ridiculous water war was happening between the guys.

Unfortunately, Riki had other plans.

He swam closer, resting his arms on the dock right by your feet. “What’s the matter? Scared you’ll mess up your whole influencer aesthetic?”

You shot him a glare. “Some of us actually enjoy being dry, thanks.”

His grin widened. “Nah, I think you’re just scared you can’t swim.”

You scoffed. “I can swim.”

“Prove it.”

“I don’t have to prove anything to you.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

Because the second the words left your mouth, Riki’s hands shot up, grabbing your ankles.

“Riki, don’t—”

But it was too late.

One hard yank and—

SPLASH.

Cold water exploded around you as you went under. The shock knocked the breath from your lungs, and for a split second, all you saw was a blur of bubbles and blue. Then you surfaced, gasping.

“RIKI!”

His laughter rang out, pure menace. “Told you you could swim.”

Oh, he was so dead.

You lunged at him, sending a wave of water into his face, but Riki just dodged, still laughing. You barely noticed the others watching with wide grins—until Jake, the true agent of chaos, yelled, “so we’re pushing people in now?”

And that was the beginning of total warfare.

Jungwon and Sunghoon immediately grabbed Sunoo, sending him shrieking into the water. Hanni and Danielle tackled Jake. Everyone was dragging everyone else in, and chaos erupted—splashes, screams, and the occasional betrayal as alliances crumbled.

Amidst all of it, Riki swam closer to you, a smug look on his face.

“Having fun?” he asked.

You glared, water dripping from your lashes. “you wish I’d let you off that easy.”

Before he could react, you surged forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders—except this time, you weren’t just pushing him under. You dragged him down with you.

For a moment, it was just water, weightlessness, and the muffled sounds of the lake.

Then, you both surfaced, way too close.

You were still gripping his shoulders, and his hands had instinctively settled on your waist, steadying you. Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke.

The sounds of your friends blurred into the background.

Riki blinked, water droplets clinging to his lashes. His grin was gone.

You could feel the warmth of his skin under your fingers. The slow rise and fall of his breathing.

The realization crashed over you all at once.

You had him.

You had him cornered.

A slow smirk curled at your lips. “What’s wrong?” you murmured. “Speechless?”

Riki’s grip on your waist tightened—just for a second—before he scoffed. “Not at all.”

But his voice was softer now. Lower. Like he wasn’t sure if he believed himself.

For a second, you wondered—if you leaned in just a little, if the space between you disappeared—

But then—

“HEY!” Jake’s voice cut through the air. “Are you two flirting?”

Riki immediately let go, stepping back. You did the same, heart hammering.

Jake grinned like he had definitely seen something. “If you’re gonna make out, at least warn us first.”

“Shut up,” Riki snapped, shoving a wave of water in his direction.

You rolled your eyes, turning away before anyone could catch the heat rising to your face.

The moment had passed.

But as the group carried on, splashing and laughing like nothing had happened, you couldn’t help but notice—

Riki wasn’t teasing you as much anymore.

And every time you glanced at him, you caught him already looking.

Sometime later, The sun melted into the horizon, painting the lake in hues of soft gold and deep orange. Everything glowed—the water, the trees, the faces of your friends as they laughed and dried off on the dock. It was the kind of moment you knew would look perfect on your feed.

So, naturally, you grabbed your phone.

You adjusted the angle, letting the sunset frame your shot, when a voice interrupted.

“Want me to take one for you?”

You glanced up to find Jay standing nearby, towel draped over his shoulders, shaking water from his hair.

“Actually, I was gonna do a self-timer,” you said.

Jay grinned. “Or… we could take one together.”

You blinked. “You wanna be in my post?”

“Why not?” He shrugged. “I mean, it’d be a shame to let this lighting go to waste.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Fine. Get in here.”

Jay slid next to you, tossing an arm around your shoulders with an easy familiarity. The two of you posed—first with a casual smile, then a peace sign, then an exaggerated model pose that made you both crack up.

What you didn’t notice was the way Riki’s expression darkened from across the dock.

He had been talking with Jungwon, barely paying attention, until he caught sight of you and Jay—standing a little too close, laughing a little too easily. Jay’s arm stayed draped around your shoulders as he leaned in to check the pictures.

And Riki felt something sharp and unfamiliar twist in his chest.

His jaw clenched.

His stomach burned.

He hated it.

Without thinking, he pushed off the wooden railing and made his way over.

“Hope you got my good side,” Jay joked, peering over your shoulder.

You laughed. “You literally look good in every photo, shut up.”

Jay winked. “So you do think I look good.”

Before you could roll your eyes, another voice cut in—calm, controlled, but laced with something heavy underneath.

“Didn’t realize this was a couples shoot.”

You turned just in time to see Riki step up beside you, hands shoved in his pockets. His expression was indifferent, but there was something in his eyes—something sharp and unsettled.

Jay smirked. “Feeling left out?”

Riki’s gaze flickered between the two of you before he let out a quiet scoff. “Just wondering when you two got so close.”

Your breath caught.

Jay raised an eyebrow. “It’s just a photo.”

Riki shrugged, but his jaw was tight. “Is it?”

The words hung in the air, heavier than they should have been.

You swallowed, heat rising to your face. “Since when do you care?”

For the first time, Riki didn’t have a quick comeback. He held your gaze for a second longer than necessary—then, without another word, he reached for your phone, flipped the camera to selfie mode, and pulled you in beside him.

The sunset glowed behind you both, casting golden light over the two of you. His expression was unreadable—yours, somewhere between confused and way too aware of how close he was.

Click.

The picture saved, and Riki handed your phone back.

“There,” he said, voice quieter now. “Something worth posting.”

Then, before you could say anything, he turned and walked away—leaving you standing there, heart racing, wondering what the hell just happened.

The door clicked shut behind you, sealing you and Riki into the shared room for the night. The air between you was thick with something unspoken—something that had been there ever since the lake, since the sunset, since the moment his hand found its way to your waist.

You hated how aware you were of it.

Riki, on the other hand, acted like nothing had changed. He tossed his bag into the corner, grabbed a towel, and ran it through his damp hair as he stood near the dresser. His movements were relaxed, effortless, but his silence was new. Usually, he’d have made some comment by now—some smug remark, some way to push your buttons.

Instead, he said nothing.

And somehow, that made it worse.

You sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, but your mind wasn’t really focused. You could still feel the weight of his arm from earlier, the quiet challenge in his voice when he pulled you close, the way his eyes had darkened when he saw you laughing with Jay.

Jay.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Maybe that was it—maybe Riki was just annoyed that someone else had gotten under your skin before he could.

But then why did he look at you like that?

“You didn’t post it.”

His voice cut through the silence, and you glanced up to find him watching you from across the room.

You blinked. “What?”

“The picture.” He nodded toward your phone. “You didn’t post it.”

You shifted uncomfortably. “So?”

Riki tilted his head, eyes unreadable. “Didn’t peg you as the type to waste a good photo.”

You exhaled through your nose. “Maybe I just didn’t feel like dealing with the comments.”

He let out a scoff, tossing the towel onto his suitcase. “Right. Because people liking us together would be so unbearable for you.”

You shot him a glare. “You say that like you don’t make my life unbearable.”

Riki’s lips curled into something almost smug, but there was something off about it—like he wasn’t fully committed to the act. “Funny. Didn’t seem like you hated it when you let me pull you in.”

Your breath hitched. “I didn’t let you do anything.”

“Didn’t stop me either.”

You clenched your jaw, standing up abruptly. “Oh my god, you’re so—”

He took a step closer.

You faltered.

The room suddenly felt smaller, the space between you charged with something sharp, something heated. You hadn’t even realized how close he had gotten, but now, standing just inches away, you could see the way his gaze flickered across your face—searching, calculating, something almost hesitant underneath the usual arrogance.

You swallowed, willing your pulse to slow down. “If you’re expecting me to fall at your feet or something, it’s not happening.”

Riki’s lips twitched, but the usual cockiness wasn’t fully there. “Please. Like I’d waste my time.”

His voice was softer now, lower.

Your heart pounded against your ribs.

The tension in the air pulled tight like a string about to snap. And then—

“Whatever. I’m going to bed.”

You didn’t move for a second, still rooted to the spot, still reeling from the fact that, for a split second, you were sure he was about to—

No.

You shook your head, exhaling sharply before climbing into bed and pulling the covers over you. “Yeah. Good.”

Neither of you spoke after that.

But sleep didn’t come easy.

The drive back was quiet, but the air between you and Riki was anything but. The weight of everything that had happened over the weekend—the teasing, the tension, the almost-moments—hung between you like an unfinished sentence.

Then, out of nowhere, Riki leaned over and grabbed your phone from your lap.

“Hey—” You swatted at his arm, but he was faster, scrolling through your camera roll with that same annoying smirk he always had when he was up to something.

A second later, he turned the phone toward you.

Your heart nearly stopped.

It was the sunset picture. The one he had taken of you at the lake—the one you couldn’t bring yourself to post. But now, it was up on your feed, public for everyone to see.

Your mouth fell open. “Riki!”

“Too late.” He leaned back against his seat, looking way too pleased with himself. “Now people can assume whatever they want.”

You huffed, ready to argue, but the warmth in his gaze stopped you. There was no teasing bite behind his words this time, no challenge—just something softer, something hesitant, like he was waiting for your reaction.

And instead of being mad, you laughed.

Not the annoyed kind, not the I’m-going-to-kill-you kind, but the kind that felt light and real and good.

Riki’s smirk faltered for a second, replaced by something else. “You’re not mad?”

You shook your head, still smiling. “No. I just… I like the picture.”

His lips parted slightly, like your answer had caught him off guard. Then, with a sudden boldness, he reached out and flicked your forehead gently.

“Well, obviously,” he muttered, looking away like he wasn’t blushing. “I took it.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving his arm, but your stomach was doing somersaults.

He peeked at you again, a small, almost shy grin forming. “So… does this mean I’m your favorite now?”

You scoffed. “Not even close.”

Riki chuckled, and before you could react, he grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You felt your breath catch.

Neither of you moved to let go.

And just like that, the teasing, the bickering, the tension—it all melted into something new. Something neither of you had to name just yet.

I guess you guys weren’t so different on and off camera after all.

— BONUS…

Dating Riki was… an experience.

Not that you ever expected it to be normal. After all, your relationship had started with endless teasing, unnecessary bets, and a public ship that neither of you had taken seriously—until, well, you did.

Now, a few weeks in, you had learned a few things.

One: Riki was still insufferable. He still stole your phone to post embarrassing pictures, still made fun of your influencer habits, and still found every possible way to get under your skin.

Two: He was also disgustingly sweet when he wanted to be.

Like now, when he was currently lying on your couch, scrolling through your latest post, his head resting lazily against your lap. His free hand toyed with the hem of your sweatshirt—his sweatshirt, one that he had “accidentally” left at your place enough times that it just became yours.

“You’re obsessed with me,” he muttered, eyes glued to the screen.

You raised a brow, running your fingers absentmindedly through his hair. “Excuse me?”

He turned his phone toward you, showing the comment section of your latest post. “Look at this. Half your followers are just here for me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. They were here way before you.”

Riki hummed, unconvinced. “Sure, but the engagement went way up ever since people found out we’re together. Face it, I’m your brand now.”

You flicked his forehead, making him grunt. “Yeah? Then how much do I owe you?”

He grinned. “You can pay me in kisses.”

You scoffed, cheeks heating up despite yourself. “You’re the worst.”

“But,” he said, shifting so he was staring up at you with that stupidly charming smile, “you love me.”

You froze.

The words were so casual, so effortless—like he wasn’t even thinking about them. Like they had just slipped out.

Your stomach flipped. “What did you just say?”

Riki blinked, then smirked. “That you love me? Yeah, I know.”

Your mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

“Oh my god.” You smacked his arm, feeling your heart pound. “You can’t just say things like that out of nowhere!”

“Why not?” he asked, grinning. “It’s true.”

You glared at him, flustered beyond belief. “Maybe I should be the one who gets paid to deal with you.”

Riki laughed, then, without warning, pulled you down until your forehead bumped against his. His voice was softer when he spoke again. “Fine. I’ll say it properly next time. On camera. Just for you.”

Your heart swelled.

Because for all the teasing, for all the playful remarks and jokes—this was real.

And when he kissed you—slow, warm, just right—you knew you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

[laswells-ashtray]

I think Alerudy, NikPrice and The Laswells would absolutely have a week vacation together where they can just be little freaks.

Obviously the Laswells won't be playing with the boys BUT there's no stopping Sarah from spending time with Rudy and Nik in an artisanal leather class gossiping about harnesses, collars and leashes.

Visiting dungeons and clubs as a pack of feral little deviants, not as their job titles.

Visiting a prude parade, enjoying museums and galleries as regular people!

And if Rudy gets overstimulated and asks John if his big Russian bear husband can wear out a particularly energetic vaquero, that's between them ♥️

I have been thinking about this ask all day since I received it and to convey my thoughts, I present you with this because holy fuck.

Rudy isn't sure what to make of Sarah when he first meets her because she matches Alejandro's loud and boisterous energy fairly well.

And then he sees how she wraps an arm around Kate so that anyone walking by the two lesbians is brushing against Sarah's arm instead of Kate's back because the sudden touch sets the station chief on edge and he realises, he likes this woman.

As it would turn out, Rudy, Nikolai and Sarah are one Hell of a trio when they all have a drink in them. And Sarah has no problem buying them a few rounds.

Sarah makes an offhand comment about a class that's open near their hotel that she'd been hoping to attend because she's aiming to make Kate a blue chest harness and she's met with two pairs of wide eyes as both men sit on the edge of their seats to hear more.

Rudy walks away with a collar and a belt. The collar is made to for himself, a surprise for Alejandro that night. The belt is for Alejandro to wear throughout his day because he knows that the thought of a leather belt he made with his own hands is enough to have Alejandro riled up whenever it crosses his mind and he wants to test the other man's patience.

Sarah notices and catches on to his train of thought, offering him a wink when he hands the bag it's in over to Alejandro later.

Nikolai spends far too much on an intricate leather chest harness for John while they're there but he also ends up buying a gift for Sarah, a late birthday present and a thanks for buying them all drinks. It's a simple leather band that wraps around her bicep but it's studded, something he saw her eyeing but never pick up.

Alejandro, John and Kate are a bitchy bunch. Ale and John very quickly realise that Kate has spent time in this hotel before and she won't tolerate their handsiness in front of her. That isn't a problem however because Alejandro makes up for being caught with his hand on John's ass by buying her a pack of cigarettes when she finishes her own and the three of them smoke as they wander around and talk shit about any shared names they're all familiar with.

When they stop outside a lingerie store, Kate says nothing but snubs out her cigarette and enters it. John isn't surprised, nor will he think about it too hard. When, after a moment of contemplation, Alejandro does the same and John watches him through the window as he walks directly towards black lace panties, thinks about that too hard.

Later he watches as Alejandro and Rudy exchange bags and decides in that very moment, this trip is going to put their flirting to an end and at one point or another he's going to find out how well these cowboys can ride.

At one point in time, they end up in a museum about the history of sex toys and it's a fun experience. It's only around halfway through that any of the four men realise that Kate and Sarah aren't as interested as they are and are lagging behind them.

It's Nikolai who realises the two are high. He doesn't announce it to the rest of the men, he does however procure an edible from Sarah's right pocket and forty minutes later finds himself thoroughly entertained by the history of the vibrator.

There's a shop that sells an abundance of sex toys. They approach it with varying levels of confidence.

Rudy is in and out, finds himself a leather ball gag and buys it with less than two words to the cashier.

Alejandro wanders around, looking at things shamelessly. Walks out with a cock ring, compliments the cashier on the playlist they have on through the speakers.

Nikolai takes John in with him, they leave with cuffs and a blindfold. John is confident enough to make eye contact with the cashier and say no when they offer him lube on a discount at the register. Nikolai asks if they have flavoured lube and buys the cherry kind.

When Kate enters, she buys a new vibrator, brown rope the same colour of Sarah's eyes, crotchless panties, silicone polish, accepts the discount lube and asks the cashier if there is anywhere nearby that sells good quality, thigh-high leather boots with a wide calf fit for her wife and then leaves with directions. Sarah is waiting outside with a pastry in hand and asks where they're headed next. They experience no shame. They're all on this trip to have great fun in the day and great sex at night, that's no secret.

One night, Kate and Sarah announce to the other couples that they're off to have dinner together and that they'll see everyone tomorrow morning. The polished black boots that Sarah is wearing, coming up to her mid-thigh with a dangerous heel don't escape Rudy's notice, nor does the hint of blue leather he just manages to make out under Kate's shirt. He wishes them well and ignores the loud clacking of heels as the two walk away.

Only he turns to find himself standing between Alejandro and Nikolai with John opposite him and he finds himself all too aware of the lace black panties he's wearing under his pants.

That night he watches as Nikolai enters a lift with Alejandro, the Russian's hand resting on the back of his partner's neck and recognises the distinct hip movement of an Alejandro who's trying to hide his hard-on from sight of those around him.

He doesn't spend too long thinking about it because a certain English captain and he have a date with the rooftop pool of the hotel they're staying in and a joint that he watched Nikolai slip into John's pocket. The next morning, Rudy has to grab the black panties from John's back pocket before they separate off to find their partners.

[chaosk1ng]

Bonus Content

Add-ons: G1 TF where V1 finds out that quite a few Decpticons are guns and with history he will have them. Cue him beating the Decepticons just to steal Megatron from whoever has him at the moment. It’d be easier with the Shockwave friendship for him to convince Shockwave to let V1 use him. Also, him just stealing Soundwave to try and play something like The Fire Is Gone or Take Care is funny, especially if he succeeds. Soundwave hating that he likes some of them would be funny.

Gabriel making people religious is funny, especially if he suddenly drops the fact he killed the Council on them. For the Cybertronians though it’d be like realizing that both Primus and Unicron aren’t the only gods out there and that in the eyes of both V1 and Gabriel God is dead. Anyway, they can compare Gods with Gabriel and learn about them, along with them learning about his status as an angel and the fact he casted judgement on sinners. Anyway cue everyone realizing that if someone is being attacked by Gabriel that they should stay away cause they probably deserve it.

Just realize how intimate it can be to let someone study your body, so thought of Shockwave x V1 and Starscream x V1 because Starscream can be the jealous girlfriend and that’s funny. Shockwave and V1 match each other's freak so between the three Starscream is kinda a third wheel and is salty that his friend/rival won’t leave Shockwave, it also means he can’t do anything to Shockwave. For Starscream and V1 he is jealous because his man is hanging out with someone else, which is fair since they hardly see each other since he actively avoids the Decepticons but he’s right there. It’d be funny if this is what gets Starscream to go back to his roots so he can join the conversations between the two, if V1’s gonna spend time with someone else then he’s inserting himself into the convo.

I made a haha funny for the bit

Gabriel x Starscream is also interesting because of the difference in personality. One of the reasons why I thought of it is because of the difference of care they need, especially with their wings. I just think that learning how to take care of each other in different ways is interesting. Also Starscream only being soft for the angel in private is adorable, let my boy be happy and taken care of.

Imagine being a Cybertronian on the battlefield and seeing the two fight and then suddenly hearing “YOU INSIGNIFICANT FUCK!” And turning to see an angel getting the shit beat out of him from someone you thought was his partner. The two fighting anywhere and everything whenever they have the time is funny, because one minute they could be helping in the war and the next everyone is just collateral for their rematch (Gabriel still loses).

If V2 appears then everyone thinks that they are going to be on the same side only to realize the two hate each other. At first everyone thinks that regardless of which side they take the two are going to be evenly matched only to see V2 get absolutely destroyed. They like V2 when V1 isn’t there, Megatron also wanted V2 when he laid eyes on him but when he saw V1 wreck him he let it go and became even more obsessed with recruiting him. Starscream can very much tell that they have a somewhat similar dynamic like his with Megatron with V2 constantly trying to prove he is superior only to be beaten. Starscream understandably becomes frightened by his friend. 

TF Regeneration One but V1 is found on the Ark powered off. Starscream or Shockwave could repair and adjust him so he is restarted and can take Energon or find an alternative way to refuel. This would be a side project to keep their mind off of things and how bad everything had gotten until they ‘revive’ him. I kinda wanna see V1 become like a therapy dog for them, his first instinct is to fight for blood when he awakens but then finds out he doesn’t need blood, it’s an option. He is now stuck on the ship with a trio of depressed ex-soldiers so he might as well learn to have fun. He would be very curious about things and would often stick with someone to figure out how things work, if they do the same thing for a while he’ll wander off.

V1 would probably pry by accident since he has no clue where he is, has never been to space, and has never been tamed for this long. He doesn’t know shit about what happened but that it made the trio sad. V1 just stepping on all the eggshells is both funny and sad because one minute he is messing around and the next he has to hear about Starscream’s enslavement. Ravage is somewhat entertained about it when it’s not happening to him.

So V1 kinda explores, helps when he is needed and eventually asks to spar (he more jumps them and forces them to fight at first before he starts to ask, even then he still sometimes sneak attacks them) to help deal with the boredom. He is probably touch starved since he was made for war and has never touched anyone without a promise of violence so to be treated with no hostility is weird. As soon as he finds out this is a thing he becomes very cuddly, though it’s easier with Ravage since they’re closer in height but he doesn’t put too much effort into finding him whenever he hides. He’d probably help them out a lot since he’s not traumatized and doesn’t care about the war they were a part of but rather what they’re doing.

Don’t know, just like the idea of him in Regeneration One having a family for once and trying to adjust to the new environment without the constant thirst for blood. Anyway this became a rant for Regeneration by accident, I have no more extra thoughts, Starscream is my favorite but both Shockwave and Soundwave are up there. I totally haven't been listening to Linkin Park recently, why do you ask? Anyway bye bye got to shove V1 in other places and others in Transformers. (I’m totally not shoving him and Isaac Clarke into New Vegas what gives you that idea, though I didn’t think about shoving Isaac into TF, might do something about that) 

Ultrakill x Tansformers

So, robots. Anyway, here's a Ultrakill x Transformers rant. Keep in mind that the iteration I know more are the movies so that’s the version I will be talking about more. So in this case I’m shoving V1 into Transformers, him and his many weapons that will absolutely destroy whoever he crosses paths with. I’m debating on whether or not to include Gabriel but if I do it will be later.

So something happens, and since the ending hasn’t come out we can probably say that he killed everything in hell, or that just leave it in the air really but oh well. So this dude is either full of blood or empty from a fight and this can change how it starts, along with whether he ends up on Earth or Cybertron. If he ends up on Cybertron then he would only stand out because of how small he is and the fact he doesn’t have an alt, it’s also kinda up in the air on whether he could recover with energon since it doesn’t exist in his world but ultimately it’s up to interpretation. I think he would be a wild card regardless of which version of Transformers he ended up in, if he appeared before the war then he is probably stealing and hiding around, probably by accident with how small he is in comparison. If he ended up there during the start of the war then the sudden deaths and missing energon (cause that’s all he’s got to live on) will be more noticeable and could lead to one or both sides trying to find out what’s happening cause it’s hurting both sides.

There is also the version where he can’t live on energon. If it’s before the war then regardless of how much blood he has in his tank he is still going to run out, so he either hides somewhere and hopes for the best or does run out and gets found. If it’s during the war then there’s the chance he can end up on a ship and be a stowaway before shutting off, either way he is found eventually and the next part can be used for both before and during. When he is found there is a chance of someone trying to activate him again, it’d be hard with how small he is but not impossible but they can either succeed and make him compatible with energon. During the war, there is a chance he can be left unnoticed but this is where we get to the earth part.

Now if he arrives on earth, I say maybe have him appear a little before either side makes it, let him rediscover this version of the world. So this is where I had in mind regarding his fuel level, if he has enough he could think more rationally, he doesn’t need to be refueled as he has a full tank and likely isn’t going to be fighting soon. He can explore while staying hidden and make a game plan until he eventually needs to kill again. If he is running out of blood then either someone’s dying in an alleyway (he could get spotted) or he could just massacre a street of people (he can get caught on camera or leave before anyone spots him). 

I want him to be taken before the war arrives on earth because he was made for war, might as well toss him into a version of earth where humanity isn’t dead and toss him into his natural environment. Though not really because there is usually a period of time before a fight breaks out so he probably has to kill in secret to keep him refilled. 

So he explores a bit and suddenly the Autobots and Decepticons arrive and bring the war, V1 wants in on the action and the views of both sides are probably similar in some parts. Depending on the version Optimus is concerned to put it lightly though if we are talking about the movies then in the later ones he would probably try to kill V1 or try to recruit him because that man is spiraling. I think most of the time he’d be curious but V1 wouldn’t be their main priority unless he makes it so the Autobots are likely civil, disturbed about the blood and death caused by his hands, but still civil. They would rather not have V1 as their enemy.

Decepticons wouldn’t be as disturbed as the Autobots are but that doesn’t stop them from cringing at the carnage the tiny bot can do. Unlike Optimus who probably would let V1 be, Megatron would actively try to recruit him into their forces. He is a machine made for war, to fight something far larger than him and has proven it time again by slaying soldiers from both sides, he doesn’t care, only that there is carnage. So Megatron would try to recruit him, maybe he tries at first by sending Starscream, the tiny bot has wings, maybe he’s a seeker, except Starscream barely escapes alive. He thinks of everything to get the tiny machine to join, he’s tiny, Soundwaves cassettes are roughly his size, maybe they can convince him (Soundwave barely held himself back from killing both Megatron and V1), one eye? Shockwave, try to relate! Surprisingly enough the two had a pleasant conversation, no one knows what they talked about but it ended up being a failure. 

Megatron would throw anything and everything into trying to get V1, he even talked to him himself! But I think it probably annoyed him more than anything, this would likely result in him attacking the Decepticons (Megatron) more often with each failed attempt and he still refuses to take a hint. The Autobots are just glad they haven't pissed V1 off to warrant the same treatment, if they did the war would end with V1 on top.

I won’t say much on the humans but that Sam would start crying himself asleep with all that happens in his life, dawg just wanted the girl before everything went down. What I will talk about is who he’d get along with.

As previously stated, V1 and Shockwave would get along, the two don’t really care about anything, V1 just wants fuel to live and doesn’t care where it comes from and Shockwave does whatever is logical. The conversation they had was mainly about their respective situation, V1 told him how he took down hell and how blood is his fuel and Shockwave tells him about Megatron's intentions and how he knows it won’t work. When he is told about V1’s condition he lingers on it for a while before offering a possible solution, he knows V1 won’t join but if he ever does he could (try to) fix his fuel situation. The image of the two of them silently judging everyone is hilarious to me. Part of me really wants everyone to think Shockwave is following Soundwave’s example with the cassettes, V1 just appearing around Shockwave exclusively, no one knows how it happens (V1 is just hanging on his back like a gremlin).

I feel like based on the last paragraph the only one V1 would be down to fight with or actively seek out would be Shockwave, his love language is violence, he will fight both with and against him. I feel like Shockwave’s way to show the closest thing to affection would be him actually finding a way around V1’s need for blood and probably installing the new system in so he wouldn’t need to only rely on blood. I feel like maybe to show that they respect each other's interests that maybe V1 lets Shockwave study him while Shockwave practices combat with V1, maybe neither of them really push the other into things they don’t want to because they get each other with their own respective one-track mindsets.

If we go with the Shockwave and V1 friendship, we can go with the little rumor thing to reach Soundwave and the cassettes, he likely wouldn’t believe it so it’d be up to the cassettes to actually check it out, minus whichever ones were sent by Megatron to recruit him. I feel like Soundwave wouldn’t like V1 because he harmed his cassettes but the dude is so small and an absolute menace, he is now also protected by Shockwave and desired by Megatron so he can’t do anything. If Soundwave grows to like him he will be fighting Shockwave for custody (It’s one sided but Soundwave is still losing).

Those two are the only ones I can think of right now because I’m going to do the Gabriel version. So the start is different because now V1 isn’t alone and has his boyfriend (He is gonna kill him) so wherever he starts and regardless of the state Gabriel is tagging along and it affects everything. If they end up on Cybertron then they have to hide, the only way for V1 to refuel would be to rely on Gabriel, they’d be hiding and the only one who could get information would have to be V1 who, as I’ve kept mentioning, is very small. It would be harder to hide with Gabriel in the middle of the war because the dude fucking glows so the nightlight needs to turn off. If it’s earth then the image of a (bloody) Angel and War Machine would terrify the humans so they are kinda hiding.

The thing with Gabriel is that he is a fucking angel so it kinda changes the direction the story could go so they’d likely help the Autobots more. I do think the two would be neutral for the most part but Gabriel would prefer the Autobots but will fight them when he feels it’s needed. I also like to imagine him straight up destroying Optimus in a fight, in this case I’m thinking of the movies with how unhinged he gets.

I think everyone would be confused with the duo as one is a killing machine and the other is an angel, both look similar to either themselves or humans but they are neither. I think some would be curious of them since nothing like them exists, and if they get along then they get even more confused because is this normal where you come from? No? Then why the hell are you two getting along? I think many would want to see what Gabriel can do since all the humans they know don’t have any wings or wear any armor but he would remove it so no one knows what he looks under it. They’d be curious because he kinda looks like he could be a Cybertronian but he isn’t, he can’t even transform but he beats the hell out of so easily, like the war they have been fighting for who knows how long now is nothing but practice.

I think human wise things change a little because if it’s just V1 then if he’s spotted then they’d try to contain and study him, he appears before them and spotted then governments know that there is something out there and want it for themselves. If he is spotted after they appear then the government would think that V1 is another that is closer to their height, they’d likely try to make him join the Autobots if they work with them or in some iterations then they would try to kill him or use him against both factions. With Gabriel if one is spotted then they’re both in trouble, same thing applies here but if Gabriel is spotted then many are going to be questioning the existence of God if it’s a civilian. While it would happen within governments this universe will or already has shown that there are many things out there so an angel isn’t too far fetched. If Gabriel and V1 are found before they arrive and it was by the public then I think many religious people would fight the government if they tried to capture him and start a whole new problem so now there are two civil wars going on. Honestly I am just here for the chaos but I think everyone who’d try to capture either of them couldn’t do it since they are both perfectly capable at handling themselves but can rely on the other so they will wreck everyone’s shit.

I would like it to be known that the original thought process from the paragraphs came from me imagining the human companions' reactions at seeing Gabriel and like to think that the younger ones like asking the two questions (maybe it becomes another reason that they tend to prefer the Autobots).

I didn’t mention this earlier cause I wanted to think of something with Gabriel as well but I think the two would get along with the seekers. Yes, this is a reason for me to talk about Starscream. How did you know? Anyway, I just think the idea of these two being faster and stronger than him would piss him off, especially since Megatron really wants V1 and keeps sending him to recruit him. I just like the thought of them challenging each other or having V1 accidentally teach him. I say this because V1 is a wild card, he’s fast and efficient and has experience fighting creatures they wouldn’t imagine so he would have a completely different style and moves from anything they’re familiar with. I feel like this kinda stimulates Starscream's mind and occupies it as he no longer focuses as much on trying to kill Megatron but how to counter V1 and finally beat him. Starscream would have someone that challenges him and V1 would have someone to look forward to fighting as the other learns. That and I want to see Starscream get upset as they’re fights  of recruitment turn into sparring and playful competitions. Though I don’t think Starscream would ever admit, not even to himself, that they are friends but V1 has no issue and is very willing to kill Megatron if he tries anything that may prevent their sparring.

Now to the Gabriel part which is pretty much the same as V1 but I think Gabriel would teach him more on purpose unlike V1. Maybe he can help Starscream with a redemption arc or help him kill Megatron because that is not what a leader should do. I don’t think the two would be as friendly as V1 and Starscream but I think the two would be on decent terms, while Starscream is prideful he is smart, he adapts and grows stronger each time the two fight and despite how he is treated by Megatron sometimes he still sticks to the cause. Gabriel would respect him more than some Decepticons but is still willing to kill him if he crosses the line, he will guide him and nothing more. I was originally gonna write more Starscream and Gabriel than Starscream and V1 but I guess my brain prefers seeing Starscream getting his ass kicked for funsies.

Point is, V1 can get his blood and be the war machine he was made to be, shenanigans can ensue, Shockwave and V1 would be terrifying together, Megatron is never getting V1, Starscream gets bullied but doesn’t even care at this point, and both Gabriel and V1 would absolutely turn any iteration of Transformers on it’s head and could probably end the war by themselves.

Edit: didn’t think about it until now but V1 thinking of the Primes in TF as their equivalent of Primes in Ultrakill (too lazy to write their names) is funny to me so he’s just constantly trying to kill Optimus to get another under his belt lol.

[surrender-souls]

thinking about my left behind 60s villain to the creeper proteus

[apatheticsunday]

Gotham TikTok

AKA "Danny moves to Gotham and records TikToks with absolutely deranged captions. He films Get Ready with Me in Gotham videos, fit checks, and even A Day in the Life of a Ghost in Gotham! Except everybody is freaking the fuck out in the comments" prompt idea!

No, you don't understand, I'm obsessed. Like, what if Danny's idea of "safe" is just... anything that doesn't actively try to kill him? So Metropolitians, Star City, and Central City citizens are literally biting their nails and sweating bullets every time he posts, because what if he gets merc'd by the "Eight Heads in a Duffel Bag" Red Hood?? And that's one of the nicer villains in Gotham. And Danny's just like wow, this place is niiiiiice, I haven't even been murdered yet!

Maybe Jazz took a 12-year-old Danny to Gotham to escape their parents. Gotham's cheap, dirty, and doesn't ask questions: it's the best place to go to disappear because damn near half the city's population are either super villains, hostages, dead, or vigilantes. She gets a job at an understaffed hospital as a clinical psych intern. She enrolls Danny for online schooling because she's scared a public high school would be too easy for their parents to track.

Which leaves Danny alone for hours. He makes a TikTok account called "Danny Phantom" because, c'mon, he's a kid. And, like most kids, he doesn't really comprehend the idea of a digital footprint or that his account is public, accessible by literally anybody.

He's also a little shit. So, the first TikTok he uploads is of a man getting carjacked, but the caption reads: love to see people helping each other. remember it's always okay to ask for help! it's okay, I don't know how to parallel park, either :)

And you just see this guy in a mask shove a businessman away from his car, gesturing with his gun, before getting into the driver's seat. Except the car is parallel parked so the carjacker just slowly inches back and forth between a Prius and a Honda until he can wedge himself out of the parking space. And then gets stuck in stand-still traffic. The TikTok goes viral. It's talked about on the Gotham news and Gothamites are losing their shit, pointing out the exact moment you can see the carjacker start to soundlessly cuss through the car's windshield or the way the businessman is just... standing on the side of the road, watching with a deadpan look.

Danny doesn't know about it being on the news, but he sees all the comments, likes, reposts, and feels something. He wonders if this is what Ember feels every time people listened to her music. So, he keeps posting. Usually, it's short three-second videos of a hilariously unexpected situation with an even more deranged caption. But then he's accidentally caught in the reflection of a store front while recording and doesn't know, posts it like he always does; only for this TikTok to go viral, too. Because "Danny Phantom" is a child??

He doesn't notice the shift in his comments, but the public opinion quickly changes from wow, Gothamites are just like that huh lol to what the FUCK, kid, get inside!!! anytime he posts.

Except Danny never gets hurt. Even in the most dangerous situations, when you'd think this kid is a goner for sure, he's just happily yapping in the background. He's so different from Gothamites because he lacks that dead-eyed, despair-inducing aura of someone who's lived in a hellmouth their whole lives. (A couple people post that Danny kind of reminds them of Golden Boy Brucie Wayne, all air-headed and unrealistically optimistic, and suddenly there's memes of "what happens when you've never gotten shot in Gotham" or "how i act when Commish Gordie accuses me of shoplifting again" with them side-by-side.)

And then Danny's posts go viral again and again. Danny doing a fit check with a blond-haired woman with a checkered outfit, she ruffles his hair and kisses him on the cheek. A picture of him wearing an old jean jacket with a bright red lipstick smear on his cheek is trending for weeks. Spoiler, fully suited up in an all-purple vigilante attire, and him shoving gas station hotdogs in their mouths. He even has videos of him clearly in Killer Croc's lair, with comments of are you in the sewers??? DANNY??? and he responds, no, i'm in mom & dad's basement :) (Waylon Jones is actually sitting behind him in one of the videos, intently watching a TV show on an iPad.)

Everybody adores Danny - Rogues, Gothamites, even the Bats. (There's at least six videos of Nightwing teaching Danny how to do backflips, handstands, and other acrobatic moves. Even the youngest Robin has been caught on camera quietly talking with Danny, a shocking lack of violence that left half the city's population suffering from cuteness aggression for the kids.)

So, yeah, Danny belongs to Gotham.

But the internet is widely accessible and Danny made it so, so easy to find him. Jazz obviously didn't know he was posting videos of himself publicly; she was too tired after back-to-back 12 hour shifts at the hospital that she hadn't even checked social media in months. Otherwise, she would've told him to be careful, to never show his face or post his real name on the internet. Then again, Jazz would never have expected all of Gotham (and Superman himself, totally endeared by the kid after Kon and Jon showed him a couple TikToks) would beat the absolute shit out of anybody going after Danny.

Imagine GIW's surprise when they track down Amity's former residential Ghost only to find an entire city frothing at the mouth to protect their Phantom.

[kisssukuna33]

HusbandSukuna! Who's never been the one to understand today's relationships. 50/50? No, his woman will never touch a single bill with her delicate fingers as long as he's alive and well.

HusbandSukuna! Who never understood the whole "giving your relationship time before proposing" thing. You aren't a real man if you drag out your relationship and take what you have for granted, Atleast that must have been what he was thinking when he put a big rock on your finger after dating for only 7 months.

HusbandSukuna! Who takes his role as your fiancé VERY seriously. He asked you to move in with him just right after he proposed. He does everything he can to make sure you feel comfortable in his house. He even went as far to renovate half of the house to your liking despite your much protesting that it's not needed.

HusbandSukuna! Who checks everyday to see if you are wearing the ring he put on you. it almost become a habbit for him to kiss the ring in your finger every single morning. Not just in the morning, whenever you two hangout in the public he intentionally kisses it to give other people the signal that his girl is strictly taken.

HusbandSukuna! Who wants to get married as soon as possible but he respect your time and choices. He doesn't want you to get overwhelmed by this at all, so he waits patiently ( had to restraint himself from asking like 5 times)

HusbandSukuna! Who gets so freaking happy when you finally confront him about being ready for marriage. The moment those words slip from your mouth his hands instantly go to your waist to pull you closer, closer till your foreheads are touching, He places a warm kiss on your temple and the next thing you hear makes your heart warm and fuzzy.

"You are the best thing that ever happened to me, I promise to be the best husband and I swear on my life I will take care of you and protect you till I die, I love you"

HusbandSukuna! Who jumps straight into the wedding planning. He hears from his married friends how stressful wedding planning was to them and he determines to not make you experience any bit of the stress, He tries everything in his power to make things go smooth as possible.

HusbandSukuna! Who breakdown in tears the moment he saw you walking the aisle to everyone's shock. The grumpy tatted 6'4 scary big guy who has given them nothing but attitude crying over seeing the love of his life walking down aisle? Who would have thought.

HusbandSukuna! Who immediately intertwine your fingers with his as he looks into your eyes like he sees nothing but the whole world in them and wait no minute to whisper "The prettiest, mine"

HusbandSukuna! who finally breaks free from his staring as the wedding officiant clears his throat to let him know that there's a whole wedding left to finish.

Everyone expect him to do a short vow and get done with it. Sukuna isn't known as the most expressive guy after all, but to everyone's surprise the vow lasted whole 15 minutes!! It was filled with nothing but love and appreciation for you and the little grin plastered in his mouth at the end of the vow makes it obvious how proud he was of himself ( I mean practicing this costed him a years worth friend too, after he suggested Sukuna to add some dirty degrading sex joke about you in the vows he ended up punching the guy as a result, so hell yeah he's proud of this!)

HusbandSukuna! Who keeps the honeymoon destination as a surprise till last minute, and your heart fills with joy as you realize he took you back to the beach you two first met, a place special to you both.

He booked the hotel room with the best view to the beach as expected.

HusbandSukuna! Who's heart feel warm all of a sudden, it's only a year ago he believed himself to be someone who's unable to be loved. Oh how much have changed since then.

HusbandSukuna! Who takes your hand and drags you to the balcony for a dance.

The smell of the beach, evening lightening, sounds of the ocean..All adds to the atmosphere as you two get lost in yourselves.

HusbandSukuna! Who takes a glance at the beach and sees a young family, not much older than both of you playing in the sand with their little girl.

HusbandSukuna! Who has a small smile tugged at his lips as he mentally promises to himself that he will return here again after you two finally complete your own little family.

No grammar checks, forgive me I'm too lazy

What do we think about part 2?

[sttoru]

outlaw!toji who initially kidnapped you for money, to rob you from your valuable belongings, eventually forms a strange attachment to you. he can’t help but feel a faint twinge of guilt for robbing a pretty and delicate little thing like you.

so, he decides to let you return to your beloved family in town. though he does not let you go completely.

every now and then when toji is passing by the town you reside in - avoiding sheriffs and other people whom could possibly recognise him from the wanted posters plastered on every wall - he looks for you.

of course, you freak out the first time he sneaked up on you. however slowly yet surely, you let your guard down. the outlaw didn’t harm you in any way after all.

“how ‘re ya doin’, princess?” toji would always greet you with that signature, cocky smirk of his, leaning against a nearby wall with his arms crossed over his chiseled chest or his hands on his worn gun belt.

sometimes you reply quickly, but on other occasions you indulge him and continue the conversation. it’s often at night that he visits you, so you have less of a chance to get caught together.

you don’t know when or how toji found out where your family’s house is. he simply started showing up at your balcony once in a while, just to catch up. after a couple times, you even let him in.

those nightly visits swiftly turned into something more intimate. it feels so wrong yet so right. a dangerous criminal who’s killed hundreds, who had even kidnapped you one day, being invited into your bed— how scandalous.

though you can’t help it. his callused yet warm hands that touch your skin, his burly body that presses you into the mattress just right, his slightly chapped lips that nip at your flesh and leave marks. . . you don’t regret a thing.

especially when you’re both catching your breath after an intense encounter. toji’s muscular body, filled with countless of scars, blankets yours easily. his arms cradle you to his bare chest afterwards and all you can do is relax against him.

“i think i really hit the jackpot with ya, aye? may not have robbed ya of yer stuff that day, but i got ma prize money one way or ‘nother,” the rugged outlaw grins as he lights up a cigar and holds it between his lips.

you can’t even tell him off for smoking in your room. toji’s fingers massage your scalp so good to the point you’re putty in his hands. the scent of tobacco is also comforting. it’s one you associate with him, because he always smells like it. it’s always a combination of tobacco, nature, horses and gunpowder.

toji knows that he has to leave before anyone comes checking in on you, but he can’t leave you when you look so adorable, clinging onto him like a lifeline.

every time he visits, it’s the same exciting story.

when toji is in a more sentimental mood, he takes you out on a ride. he settles you on the back of his horse, speeding off into the sunset, letting you enjoy the view outside of town.

the beautiful freedom that comes with the life of an outlaw. the freedom of seeing nature in all its glory. you get to experience it all.

at times, when you’re out and about, he takes his chance and teaches you how to handle a gun. toji knows you’ve been spoiled rotten by your parents growing up, so you probably haven’t touched a gun a day in your life. that’s where he comes in.

“oi, watch out. yer gonna blow my fuckin’ face off, girl,” toji grunts with a faint chuckle as he notices your clumsy hand gestures while holding his revolver. it’s endearing, truly. he doesn’t yet understand why it warms his heart to see you try and shoot at the targets he set up.

what the outlaw loves more than that, is when you’re both resting against a large oak tree, with his head on your lap. especially after he gets back from a long and successful heist in a far away town.

toji often lets his cowboy hat cover his face while he naps and uses your thighs as the perfect, plush pillow. the gentle breeze only adds to the perfect moment.

when you take his stetson and put it on your head instead in a innocent gesture, he lazily opens one eye and raises a brow in amusement.

“oh? that yer way of telling me y’ want a ride?” toji teases before pinching your cheek. he loves seeing that flustered expression on your face when you’re once again reminded of the cowboy hat rule he taught you the other day.

toji never misses the opportunity, however. he sits up and leans back against the tree trunk, patting his thick thighs which he spreads lightly.

“hop on f’ me then, pretty. show me how good of a cowgirl y’ are, yeah?”

well, briefly said, it’s never a dull moment with outlaw!toji.

[freyaphoria]

Hello! Since I can't save the writings in my drafts and your request is currently stuck in my drafts, I have to post it this way. I hope you can see your request T_T By the way, I wrote this 4 times, and the universe prevented me from writing it. Normally it was over 2k words, but most of it was deleted and I forgot what I wrote. Anyway, Love u!♡

Look Like a Freak

tw: nerd!Seonghwa x fem!reader, oral(giving mentioned, receiving), squirting, slapping, fingering, vibrator using, degradation, bondage, overstimulation

wc: 1.5k

taglist: @aim-blossom @matzrionette

“Seonghwa, are we really going to do it here?” It was too late to ask now. He made an approving noise as he abused your pussy between. To your surprise, he could hear you and respond. Normally, after tasting you, Seonghwa would be pussy drunk and wouldn't hear or see anything.

Seonghwa's room was the most virginity room you've ever seen. There were more Star Wars figures and Legos than you could count. And what is it? On the top shelf of the display case, on top of the Star Wars legos, there were colorful house legos and animals next to them, which you might think were related to animal crossing which might attract the attention of 5-year-old children.

You and Seonghwa went to the same university and met at the dance club. When you first met him, he was very quiet, buried in his book with a book by an unknown author in his hand and he was wearing the metal-framed glasses he was currently wearing, not communicating with anyone. Even though most people avoided communicating with him, you felt his potential in his eyes under those big glasses. You had initiated the first communication and asked him something about the star wars lego keychain hanging on his bag, and before you knew how the things had developed, he had pulled you into the back storage and made out with you. After a while, you started fucking after every dance lesson and became addicted to each other. You were nothing but a fuck buddy, but you'd still meet up at his house every once in a while to build Legos together like cute couple, and as you can imagine, your night would end up in his bed, trying to recover, with his cum dripping down between your legs.

Same thing today, you met at his house to play his favorite game, the two of you lying in bed while Seonghwa was playing Animal Crossing on his Nintendo. But you had made him horny without knowing why, and Seonghwa stopped his game, which was an unexpected move from him, and started eating you. Animal Crossing, where you played with Seonghwa, was still on on the TV and calm music was playing.

"Can you at least turn off that game? It's ruining the whole mood-" You were cut off by Seonghwa shoving your panties into your mouth. "Don't tire that beautiful mouth of yours by talking, you will be tired enough when I put my dick down your throat."

Who would believe that someone as nerdy as him could make you this wet? If you told your friends who knew him, they would all think you went crazy. But right now, you were in his bed with your legs wide open and you were dripping, Animal Crossing in front of you, Star Wars figures next to you, and a nerd Seonghwa losing himself between your legs.

When Seonghwa started using his fingers as well, you realized you wouldn't last long. He was eating you out and fingering you so professionally that you were seeing stars every time, your legs shaking uncontrollably and squirting on him. And so it was, the moment you felt his fingers inside you, curls them up and abusing your sweet spot while his tongue stimulates your clitoris, you couldn't hold back that ball that was growing in your belly any longer and you came into his mouth. Your voice came out as a muffled moan through your underwear in your mouth. "Oh but I couldn't hear you clearly, looks like we're going to do it again." He pulled the fabric from your mouth and kissed you hungryly. Since he still didn't remove his fingers from you, you continued to spasm uncontrollably around his fingers and began to squirm from the overstimulation.

"What is that? You got tired a little early for a slut like you. Open your legs." As you tried to close your legs, Seonghwa forced them open. When you closed them again, you were startled by the sound of him slapping your thigh hard. "You want to be a brat? Okay then." He let go of your legs and headed towards his desk. He opened his drawer, took the rope next to a lot of Animal crossing cards, closed the drawer hard and turned towards you. You held back your laughter when you saw the colored cards. He adjusted the thin metal-framed glasses that fell on the tip of his nose, found the end of the rope and started wrapping it around your wrists.

"Hwa, I'm getting rope burns, haven't you found that furry handcuff yet?" He tied the rope tightly around your wrists, he bent your leg towards you and brought your ankle closer to your hands and tied the rest of it to your ankles. "No I couldn't. And if you stop squirming, you won't get a burn." After tying your other side in the same way, he checked its strength and made sure that it was not loose. He looked at you, his masterpiece, from head to toe, then he spanked your pussy that you had forced open and exposed for him, and he moved towards your upper body. You let out a small scream at the sudden feeling of pain. He tied your upper body by looping the rope around your chest and tying it over your arm; so it stabilized your arms and prevented you from closing your legs.

"Now, what should we do with you?" You felt even wetter with the feeling of being restricted and having all your control in his hands. The feeling of emptiness inside you was becoming unbearable and if he didn't fuck you soon, you would start crying and whining from frustration. "Just fuck me already."

The left side of his mouth lifted up and laughed slyly. A deep chuckle escaped his throat. "No no, I won't give you what you want that easily." This time, he opened the drawer where he kept your toys under the previous drawer and took out the pink vibrator with remote control. When you think about what he did to you with it, your heart starts to lose its rhythm and the adrenaline in your body begins to tickle your pussy waiting to be filled. The vibrator that he play with you for hours and eventually makes you squirm from overstimulation and cry and beg him to stop...

"How about this? No coming until I finish my new lego set. If you come, I won't fuck you tonight. Understood?" "Wait, at least let me suck you." He moved the toy in his hand over your folds before inserting it inside you, collecting your wetness on the toy. "Are you that much of a cock slave? Is there a day you don't spend without sucking me? Can't that little belly of yours do without taking my cum?" Your face turned red because of his dirty words. Yes, there wasn't a day without sucking him, but there wasn't a day without him eating you either. You were considered equal in every way. After all, you were a fuck buddy and that was your purpose. "Please just let me take you in my mouth" He balled up the panties he had just taken out of your mouth and put it back into your mouth. "Just deal with it for now. You can do it, right? It shouldn't be too hard."

After laughing sarcastically, he moved the vibrator over your folds for the last time and put it inside you. You gasped at the sudden feeling of being filled. The fact that you didn't know when Seonghwa would start the toy and when he would stop it made you nervous and excited. After licking his fingers, which got wet because he inserted the vibrator inside you, and tasting you again, got up from you and took the lego bag next to his wardrobe and placed it on his desk. "Which one do you think I should do?" He took out the Lego sets one by one from the paper bag and showed them all to you. The hilarity of your current situation and the Animal Crossing music playing in the background almost made you laugh. You were thankful for the fabric over your mouth that prevented you from laughing.

"Oh that's it!" He took out the 1394-piece Ghost & Phantom II set from the bag and placed it on the table. When he took the remote control of the vibrator and started to turn it on at medium level, you first lost your breath and started to squirm in your place. But he tied the ropes so tightly that you couldn't move much.

"Remember, no coming until I finish this set." He opened the box and placed the contents on the table, looking at you who began to tremble slightly. “You look like a slut.” And you look like a freak you thought.

[shiftingwithcha]

so...I shifted and I am freaking out !

Hello people! I hope you are all doing amazing! For everybody that is reading this and want to shift, I hope it gives you motivation!

So firstly y'all need to know that my DR is Stranger Things (season 3 because the mall looks fire). I have found this walkman from my dad like maybe a week ago and decided to listen to my Billy Joel mixtape. I bought those melatonin gummies and decided to try it out and I ate 2 of those as well.

WHAT I DID BEFORE SHIFTING:

So I laid down on my bed, my walkman in my hand and I close my eyes as I felt the gummies having their effects on me. I started to fall asleep and as the music went on I started to count and just feel my body and my surrounding as I was just focusing on waking up in my dr.

As I was trying to keep my focus on my music I slowly started to feel myself just melt in my bed and my music was slowly fading out and coming back but all of a sudden it just stopped, which at first made me so confused because it is supposed to be 45 minutes long and I then felt like I wasn't in my bed. I was elsewhere.

THE STORY TIME:

As I felt this weird feeling, I realised I was slowly waking up and someone was actually just shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and didn't feel my headphones nor the walkman in my hands. I turn to the person that was shaking me awake and it was Hopper (he is my dad there). He looked at me and it is AT THIS MOMENT THAT I REALISED THAT IT WAS NOT A FREAKING DREAM.

I looked around and I was a bit freaked out because this is clearly not like a freaking lucid dream nor a normal dream. He looked at me and basically just said: "can you get your butt up because Marie (my best friend there) keeps spamming the phone and won't stop calling until you wake up"

So I got up and freaked out a bit and Hopper noticed that and went: "are you good? You look disoriented". I assured him I was alright but in my head I was FREAKING OUT. I was happy he couldn't see how my brain was ticking in my brain because he would have been sooo worried.

I got myself ready and as I was putting my shoes on, Marie came and I got in her car. We were heading to the mall. I was so happy and still was freaking out how IT IS ALL FREAKING ALL REAL. I was looking around I was almost on the verge of actually pinch marie to see if she would react but instead I was just playing with the radio she had in her car and she was like: " what the hell are you doing? You know my freaking radio does not work so don't bother trying". And I was like: "Yeaaa yea I totally knew that already!!". (I think she was suspicious about something)

We then arrived to the mall and we just started to hang out and just shop around at the Gap especially and other store. We even took a look at the Radio Shack that they had and it just computer stuff but still hella cool (I kind of miss Bob). THE MALL IS HUGE. THEY ARE SO MUCH STUFF TO DO THERE IT IS JUST CRAZY.

Then Marie and I decided (mostly Marie) to go to scoops and guess who works there???? STEVE WORKS THERE AAAAH. I was totally trying not to freak out but it was hard not to. So basically we walked in and I was trying to keep myself concentrated on Marie and I went like: "Oh so Robin works here? I bet you only wanted to see her because you like her right?" I was basically teasing Marie with Robin and I waved at Robin. She is so so nice. And she waved back while Marie literally answered me: "okay stfu she is right there".

And then..I saw him...Steve freaking Harrington. He has the sweetest smile. If I was an ice cream I think I would have melted like RIGHT THERE ON THE SPOT. HIS SMILE IS SO PRECIOUS BUT ANYWAYS. We walked and he just always has this thing that he passes him hand through his hair all the time??? It is a bit annoying but his hair looks so fluffy as well.

We walked to the counter and Steve and Robin were just bickering about that stupid board with "you suck/you rule". But he just cut the conversation and talked to us saying: "Hi you guys want anything?" And I STAYED SILENT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO ANSWER AND HE LOOKED AT ME AND SAID: "Oh it has been a while since we have seen each other ah!" AND I WAS JUST PANICKING RIGHT ONTHE SPOT AND I WENT LIKE: "oh yea.. you are right it has been a while!"

So after that he looked at us and said: "So maybe so cherry jubilee ice cream?" He was a bit fighting with Robin because I believe that since Robin also has a crush on Marie she wanted to serve us just so she could talk to Marie. And while marie agreed to it I said that I wanted to taste the blue ice cream which was "smurf's flavour" AND IT WAS DELICIOUS but he literally said like: "that is the one we sell the less because it has the worst flavour of all" and was like "I don't care I want this one" AND THE WAY HE SHRUGGED HIS SHOULDERS AND PULLED OUT HIS FREAKING SCOOPER MAN...I am a fan for this man.

So...I asked for one scoops only but he gave me 3 instead and I didn't had to pay omg like what??? What a gentleman. So I thanked him and walk to a table with marie and sat down my back facing the counter so I couldn't see them. And after we were talking about some random stuff with Marie I FEEL SOMEONE WALKING NEXT TO ME AND IT WAS FREAKING STEVE. I lightly tapped my shoulder with his index finger and went like: "oh yea..do you...know about that party tonight? Do you plan on going?" and I look at Marie and frowned a bit saying "Well I would love to, but I would only be allowed to go if Marie and Jonathan were going" So marie agreer to it as Robin was also gonna be there.

So I agreed on going and he was like: "Oh well can't wait to see you again!!" After we finished our ice cream and as I grab all my shopping bags he grabs one of mine and looks at me and say: "oh don't forget this one" and I went like: "Oh yea sure give it to marie thank you" I SWEAR I MUST HAVE SOUND SO DRY BUT I WAS JUST SO FREAKED OUT!

So me and Marie walked out and she brought me back home Hopper was not there because he must have been to work. Eleve was not there either and I still don't know where she was probably at Mike's. Marie left to go grab some stuff and as I settled down on my bed I was thinking about all the stuff that happened to far and I was thinking about shifting back so I could enjoy my next shift without freaking the fuck out.

so I shifted back and woke to my walkman but it was not playing anymore it was just turning.. SO THAT WAS JUST AMAZING AND I CAN'T STOP FREAKING OUT OF HOW REAL THIS IS AAAAAH.

[lxnarphase]

As a society we need to appreciate Suguru fingerfucking fem!reader as if it was nothing but an everyday task.

yes i have an indifference kink.

━━ ❝ INCOMING CALL : S. GOJO!!! ❞

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : suguru isn't going to let a phone call interrupt his wrist work out, especially when he realizes who's calling

☾₊‧⁺...cw : suguru geto x fem!reader ft. satoru gojo, smut, fingerfucking, pre-established relationship, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, begging, suguru and satoru being perverts, suguru is a bad influence

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : mmm iM A FREAK !!! sorry i couldnt help but throw gojo in there too for a lil extraness so i hope u like it, suguru is just a big meanie but i love it

"oh, satoru's calling."

beep.

"hey, satoru, what's up?"

he was annoying. so, so, SO annoying.

only suguru would have the fucking nerve to whine and beg for you to leave the comfort of your soft sheets on the bed on your rest day to sit on the couch next to him while he watches some game show.

only suguru would pat your thighs, muttering a little 'open up, baby' without taking his eyes off the screen, acting as if he's more into it than you.

only suguru would smirk as he slips his fingers inside your soft pussy, humming as he slowly feels you begin to soak his fingers, teasing you on how quickly you get wet for him.

and only suguru would answer his fucking phone to gojo satoru of all people while he plays with your pussy.

"ehhh? you want to come over? but you were just here this morning," suguru hums into the phone, acting as if his fingers aren't swirling circles into your clit. it's so unfair, he's so good with his hands that you aren't sure how you're gonna be able to stay quiet. satoru never knew when to shut up, especially on the phone.

"aww, but i didn't get to see pipsqueak today!"

that makes you huff, annoyance crossing your features. you were not that small! satoru and suguru were just! abnormally tall!

before you can even mutter a snide comment, suguru slips his fingers back into you, smirking when you gasp so sweetly. your gushing all over his slender fingers and he's relishing the tight heat that envelops him.

"aww, satoru," suguru fucking purrs into the phone, not missing the way satoru's teasing comments pause for a moment nor the way you shook him a look. you know that tone, you know it better than anyone.

suguru is up to no fucking good.

"you're right, you did miss her. poor thing was so tired from last night, she needed to sleep in." suguru's focus is back on the TV, voice mischievous as he picks up pace with his finger, wanting to see if he could get you to crack.

"s-sugu," you whimper, a hand coming to cover your mouth. you didn't want to get too loud, the embarrassment of satoru possibly hearing you sounding worse than death. suguru nearly groaned into the phone, feeling how you squeezed on him.

"awww, baby, thinkin' about satoru hearing you is getting you this wet? hm?"

suguru's grip on your thigh to keep you spread for him is firm, his fingers digging into your soft skin as he holds you in place. it's so unfair how he continues to multitask so effortlessly, his phone in his other hand away from his face so he can say such filthy things to you.

it's unfair because it's just making you wetter.

"it's so cute how you get so wet for me, soaking my hand just from two fingers...now shh, baby, i gotta talk to satoru," he coos at you, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, like he's not fucking your cunt open with those slender digits of his.

without hesitation, he maneuvers his fingers deeper into the plush, wet heat of your pussy, curling them in a way that made your body arch instinctively as he brings his phone back to his ear, talking to satoru like nothing is happening.

while satoru continues to talk suguru's ear off, you are struggling so bad. it's hard to stay quiet with the way he's touching you. you don't get it, why is he still on the phone? each stroke of his stupid fingers keeps you wound up, unable to think properly, which lets to a sweet whimper leaving you before you can stop it.

"shhh, keep it down, baby," suguru whispers, leaning closer to you, his breath hot against your cheek. "we don't want satoru to hear what a naughty little slut you're being for me, would we?" he's so cruel, his words only making you shiver at the thrill of the situation. feeling you clench on his fingers, he hums curouisly. "oh..? maybe you do. you wanna have satoru hear you get your pussy played with?"

you shake your head, not wanting to deal with the endless teasing from suguru and satoru from being in this situation. but while you was keeping your mouth shut, your pussy betrays you. you're so wet, the sounds of your cunt gushing and sloshing around his fingers start to get picked up by the phone, and satoru noticed.

he could fucking hear the wet slick noises of suguru's fingers messing up your soft slit, and the sound stuns him into silence. he glups, something suguru hears and can't help but smirk about.

he's got the both of you exactly where he wants you.

after a few moments of silence, satoru clears his throat.

"i-is, uh...is she there?"

he's...he's curious, so curious to see if suguru will keep playing this game, keep pretending like he's not fucking you open with his fingers so good that he can hear it through the phone. shit, he's getting so hard from this, he feels like a fucking perv.

suguru's eyes flash with something dangerous at satoru's shaky words, his smirk turning almost evil. you want to glare at him, do something for putting you in such an embarrassing situation, but you just can't. not with how good he's making you feel and how the thought of satoru hearing you makes your walls clamp on his fingers.

suguru maintains his composure, fingers never faltering their movements in and out of your dripping cunt. "mm, i dunno, satoru, what do you think," he asks coolly, his voice a seductive blend of mockery and affection.

"suguruuu, h-he's gonna hear me," you whimper as your arm reaches out to grip his wrist, trying to stop his fingers from moving anymore. it was so messy sounding, your face was on fire. god, why did you have to get so wet from suguru being so mean?!

your breaths come in ragged gasps, hips moving instinctively against suguru's hand, unconsciously seeking more. you just can't help it, he's playing with your pussy so good, it's making your brain mushy.

the squelching sound of your slick wetness is unmistakable to satoru. on the other side of the phone, he's got his phone squished against his ear as much as possible, desperate to hear all of your noises. he's...he's hard, but he can't touch, not yet, he doesn't want any distractions from this.

"fuck, i-i can hear her, suguru...i-is she really wet?"

"mhm. she's dripping, 'toru, all over the couch."

without missing a beat, suguru moves the phone closer to you, continuing work his fingers inside your dripping slit. if you say anything, he'd just smirk at you and say he's just repositioning so his hand doesn't hurt.

but you know he's moving it closer to give satoru a better chance of hearing all your noises. and it just makes you squeeze on his fingers, your juices dripping down his wrist.

"here, angel. talk to satoru for me, yeah?"

...oh, what the hell?

your brain is already fucking melting out of your ears, you don't even think about what would happen if you take the phone. your hand trembles as you take the phone, the other hand clutching at the couch cushions for support.

the moment you bring the phone to you, you can hear satoru's excited breathing, the anticipation practically radiating through the speaker.

"h-hi, satoru..." you manage to greet him, voice breaking as suguru finds another sensitive spot within you, his free hand now pressing down on your tummy as he really starts to fuck you with his fingers.

"h-hey, sweet thing," satoru tries to purr, but it just comes out like a desperate sigh, a mix of curiosity and arousal clear in his tone. "you...you sound so pretty..."

suguru doesn't relent for a moment, his pretty fingers plunging and twisting inside you. sure, he wants you to be able to talk to satoru, but that doesn't mean you have to be incoherent. no, he wants you to be unable to hold back those moans from him.

who cares if his best friend is on the other line?

"c'mon, princess, tell him how you're feelin'," suguru whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "let him know how good 'm makin' your pretty pussy feel right now."

his voice sounds so good in your ear, your grip on the phone tightening as you try to hold onto the last shred of your composure.

"s-sugu, don't talk t' me like that, fuck, 's so embarrassing..."

he knows you don't mean it, not when he feels your gummy walls clench on him like that. you like it, you like when he's mean, when he makes you talk to him and tell him how good he's making you feel. but it feels even better because you know satoru is gonna hear how good suguru, his best friend, makes you feel with just his fingers.

the sensation of suguru's fingers, slick and sticky with your arousal, moving relentlessly inside your soft pussy and pressing against that fucking spot that makes you gush all over his hands, is making having any coherent thought nearly impossible.

"s-suguruuu, i-i can't, 'm gonna—!"

on the other end, satoru bites his lip to muffle his groan, the mental image of the scene flashing in his mind. his mind is going blank as the wet sounds of his best friend's fingers and your labored breaths and broken little moans fills his ears.

but then, they stop.

you let out the prettiest little moan and satoru feel his cock throb in his sweats, the feeling of precum leaking out making him shiver.

god, he wants to hear you like that all the time...

"s-suguru, why'd you—?"

"are you coming over or not, satoru? wouldn't you rather see her than hear her? if you come over, i'll teach you how t' make her squirt."

that seems to be all it takes to get him to keen, a high pitched and pathetic whimper coming from satoru's end of the call. who knew suguru could get the strongest to make such a sound just from a simple set of words?

"i'm on my way right now, please, don't let her cum without me there."

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[miange1]

THANOS

male reader, thanos being pushy, bathroom sex, i'm a heavy believer thanos loves rough sex, aphrodisiacs, reader pretends he feels nothing for thanos, reader is a Korean speaker yet race is not mentioned, italics means switching to english, homesickness, anal fingering, being forced to stay quiet, thanos has a big dick and you cant prove me wrong, im 100% sure he's experienced in every kind of sex possible, brian moser typa freak, reader isn't a virgin he just hasn't had say gex

"Ah! You're alive!" He smiled, coming to hug you tight in his arms. He took small note of how you looked at him, how happy he was even after many people had died, there was no reason to be happy.

Yet to him, there was. He was seeing you, and he was head over heels just for you. He would pull multiple things just to make sure you wouldn't be hurt in the slightest, whether it meant keeping you close to him, or having others die just to keep you by his side.

Scoffing, you shoved yourself off of him and squinted your eyes towards him. "Don't touch me. You're weird." His voice turned whiney as he did the exact opposite, throwing his body into your shoulders and hanging off of you. "Come on, this ain't primary school is it? I don't have any cooties." He shook you slightly noticing that you laughed, he swore he heard it but you shook your head and frowned— claiming you did nothing of that sort.

"He has no interest in you." Nam-gyu came up behind him, patting his arm. Thanos shook his head, "No, he does. He just doesn't know it yet." Nam-gyu gave him a weird look, looking back over at you and watching as your expression changed when you went to your own group of choice. "See that? He didn't smile at you." Thanos planted his palm on the brunettes face, ignoring him and shoving him off.

"Oh— dude!"

"Shut up." Thanos kept his eyes on you, but his words directed towards his friend. "I can tell when someone is playing hard to get, it's easy." Nam-gyu shrugged, "I can't tell."

"Well of course you can't." Nam-gyu made a noise of offense. What was that supposed to mean?

Night fell, and everyone just wanted to sleep. Needed a break, especially you. It was pathetic to you, your stomach hurt and you felt like crying every single second. You missed your mom, and you just wanted to go home. You wanted to eat at the dinner table with her again, you wanted to mess around again, and feel happy. But now you were here just because you thought this was a quick way to get money.

"Fucking scam.." you muttered, getting from your mattress to head off to the bathroom. It was quiet, the floors squeaky underneath the unbranded shoes you wore on your feet. This whole situation was unsettling.

You took a moment, splashing a bit of water on your face to clear your head.

Multiple thoughts that ran through your head had been interrupted by the door opening. "I'll be out in a minute.." thinking it was a guard, you wiped your face and got ready to leave.

"Leave? I just got here."

Oh, thanos could just hear your eyes roll before he even saw you. "Why the long face, hm?" His purple hair blurred passed you as he leaned on the sink, grabbing your hand to pull you closer to him. When you didn't pull away, he already knew he had you.

"It's none of your business." He looked up a bit, shrugging. "Good point. But I don't like that answer." God he was annoying.

A harsh breath pushed from your nostrils, taking a moment to think about what to say. You thought, and you thought, but then you thought too hard and your lip started to quiver slightly. Eyes getting watery, trying to get something out but it was silent and Thanos didn't expect this from you.

He himself stuttered a bit before he took into action, feeling your hand pull away slightly he tightened his grip and pulled you closer. The usual smug look was much more caring and considerate truly wanting to hear you out. "I'm sorry I just.." more broken sobs came out.

"I'm sick..sick, of this. I want to go home, Thanos I want to go home." From a few inches away, to hugging yourself into his chest he allowed himself to have his arms around you.

A slight smile tugged at the edge of his lips, it's not that he was going to fake comfort you because he really did feel sorry. It's just that this was his chance.

He stopped hugging you for a moment, opening his necklace, taking out an orange pill and offering it to you. "It's something that will make you feel better." He mumbled a small, "I promise." After seeing your suspicious face.

You grabbed it, observing it a bit. "Thanos. Is this a sex drug?" He eyes averted a bit, lips going into a thin line. Your face had pure disbelief, but you popped it anyways. Before he could even smile, your lips connected with his and you backed him into the stall of the pink doors.

The two of you were already hard, grinding on each other and practically swapping spit. His hands were kept on your hips, making sure you stuck to him like glue and didn't part from him.

"Oh fuck.." your voice, God he loved your voice and he needed to hear more of it. His lips came to your neck, open mouthed and sloppy and making sure marks were left for others to see that he finally had you.

Your fingers went to his hair, gripping them due to the pleasure he was bringing you. Damn he was good even if he was just dry humping you and sucking your neck. It made you think how many times he must have had sex before this as well, making you feel just a bit jealous.

You gripped tighter, pulling his head back so he could look you in your eyes. You shivered a bit feeling saliva drip down to your collar bone. Gross. "Fuck anyone after this, and I'll kill you myself." He giggled like an idiot, nodding his head. "Yes sir."

His tongue came to suck on his own fingers for a bit, while his other hand worked on pushing your pants and boxers down. "This gonna feel weird, just give it a minute." His joking tone dropped, giving you a bit of a feeling in your dick. He sounded like he wasn't high 24/7 though the two of you were high off of an aphrodisiac. It was just attractive.

His fingers prodded for a moment, before pushing in and you had instantly yelped. He pushed your head into his shoulder, shushing you. "It isn't that I care." He spoke softly into your ear, "But it would bother you if someone heard, hm?" His painted fingers moved inside of you, thrusting in and out and he knew exactly what he was doing and it had you crumbling right then and there, you were sure he was holding half your body weight up.

"Thanos, Thanos, fuck.." He himself had groaned, his own eyes rolling back hearing you moan out just for him. His fingers pulled out, making sure you kept still. "Don't move too much." Your eyebrow cocked a bit, what did he mean? He took out his own, tip red and sensitive as he messaged it up and down just a bit.

But you, your eyes were wide with surprise and almost regret. "No." He looked back up at you, "No?" But he needed a yes.. "No. No way is that gonna fit." Oh, that was it. He almost thought you were gonna leave him like this. "Oh, but please." He put your chin up, kissing at your neck again to keep you distracted.

"It's only gonna sting a little..tiny.." He pushed inside, too eager to wait it out and go inch by inch. You winced, hitting his shoulder as even more tears pricked at your eyes yet they were tears of pleasure.

"Shush, hey hey, stop moving." You whined and complained. What did he mean stop moving? This fucking hurt! But he only had so much time to prep you up.

"Slow, go slow—" "I am going slow." The feeling of his girth stretching you open was pain you never felt before, yet it felt so good at the same time. Groans turned into moans and whimpers, your harsh grip turning into soft squeezes on his clothes from each thrust he was giving you.

"Shit..so tight.." As much as he had wanted you to moan loud for him, you were getting a bit too loud yet you couldn't help it. He kept you preoccupied by kissing you, muffling your noises down just a little bit.

He was so damn close, could feel your pre on open skin and could feel himself pulsing inside of you, he was so close—

"Player 230, and 231."

[lovhrin]

𓇻   ॱ˖ ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE AND THEIR GIRL GROUP GF

──ॱ˖ ❀ enhypen hyung line and girl group girlfriend. genre fluff. warning none just fluff and multiple different ggs | enhypen x fem!reader.

lee heeseung ( 이희승 )

you’re in aespa

ever since enhypen and aespa debuted you two were shipped together

and during that time you guys had barley interacted so he tried his best to avoid you at all costs to not make things worse

emphasize on tried

you were just too pretty

he honestly felt honoured to be shipped with you

and as much as he tried he couldn’t take his eyes off of you

it had gotten to the point where one day while passing him on the stage amongst other idols you muttered this to him

“not making those rumours any better, yeah?”

he was so flustered

but instead of jumping off the stage like he wanted to…

he found you backstage and said this

“what if I want the rumours to be true? private of course.” “is this you asking me on a date.” “yes.”

and the rest is history

──ॱ˖ ❀ your photobook “every time I see you smile that’s all me” - kali uchis all mine

park jongseong ( 박종성 )

you’re in meovv

jay has been dating you for a while like wayyy before you debuted

you come from a really wealthy family

you were basically an influencer before you became an idol

jay found you on his private insta account on day and was immediately drawn in by your internet personality

he found the way you held yourself really attractive

you were classy

you were just a little internet crush to him nothing more

that was until enhypen got invited to an event were coincidentally your family was also there

his heart sped up when he spotted you by the drinks with your face in your phone

you were obviously bored

and maybe he could make your evening better

and he sure did

he doesn’t even remember how it happened

all he remembers is having all sorts of conversations with you that had him thinking about how nice it would be if he could talk to you everyday

“you’re the first person to ever ask me things like this, yeah I would love to become an idol but I’m scared people will use my families wealth against me” “who cares what they think? I heard the black label is having auditions you should go, I’ll help you practice.”

and that was the starting to his long term relationship with you

──ॱ˖ ❀ your photobook “taking our dreams, turing them to things” - lana del ray groupie love

sim jaeyun ( 심재윤 )

you’re in katseye

when he first saw your introduction for dream academy he was practically hypnotized

you were so charismatic

and beautiful

he hated to admit it but after your introduction he kept tabs on the show

and voted for you every mission

was he even allowed to do that???

the first time he ever met you was a moment he would never forget

while he was freaking out internally you were freaking out outwardly

“omg sofia that’s jake, should we go up to him? nah that’s weird we should wait for him to come up to us, but why would he come up to us?”

he found your rambling so adorable

see you act like that calmed down his nerves and gave him a lot of confidence

but it immediately vanished once he was actually in front of you

sofia described it as watching two people stutter compliments to each other for five minutes

“I could… uh… um show you around the city if you’d like, you know all the cool um food places.” “yes! I mean… um… uh yeah.. cool..cool that would be cool.”

──ॱ˖ ❀ your photobook “I will still fall in love my clementine.” - grent perez clementine

park sunghoon ( 박성훈 )

you’re in le sserafim

to be honest sunghoon had been dating you for as long as he can remember

you guys were figure skating partners

you guys had been dating since you were little kids

well that’s what he likes to say

you both just had a crush on each other since you were little kids

he was a couple years older so you thought you never had a chance

and while you were going through years of having a crush on him

sunghoon had thought you guys already had come to the agreement that you were in some kind of relationship

it wasn’t until you were both a little older that you both slapped on the title of bf & gf

your love was real

and it showed all the time on the ice

you both were scouted

sunghoon was more easy to win over than you, you didn’t know if you wanted to leave figure skating just yet

but you also knew that if sunghoon left figure skating and left you behind you’d probably never skate again

you could never picture yourself skating without him

sunghoon practically begged you to leave with him

he needed you to do this with him

you hated him for always knowing how to pull you into things

the next thing you knew you were watching sunghoon debut on tv and about two years later he was watching you perform your first stage

“you were skating partners with le sserafims yn right? and now you’re both idols under the same company, it’s like you’re soul tied are you still close with her?” “I don’t think I could get rid of yn even if I tired.”

──ॱ˖ ❀ your photobook “tangled in love, stuck by you from the glue ” - beabadoobee glue song

[munsonsmixtapes]

Take a Dive

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

you and your best friend Eddie go skinny dipping in Lover's Lake where your friendship will never be the same again

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before tap it) hurt/comfort

The lake is completely deserted when Eddie’s van pulls up onto the sand. You don’t even know why you’re there or what you’re doing, you just started driving aimlessly when Eddie insisted that you got into the driver’s seat. You’re not going to lie and say that you weren’t surprised when Eddie tossed you his keys when you left his trailer. 

The only reason why you even left was because the two of you are bored and all of your usual places are closed because of how late it was. And now it’s almost midnight and you’re at Lover’s Lake because it was the first thing you could think of that you would have access to. 

Eddie turns to you to ask why you decided to come here, but you’re out of the van before he can speak. He’s quick to follow you, curious to see what you’re up to, but you just plant yourself on the sand, pulling a plastic bag out of your pocket along with the lighter you always carry around. 

He sits next to you as you pull a joint out of the bag before lighting up and taking a drag before passing it off to him. This is how you normally spend your weekends together, but it’s nice to have a change of scenery. The moon reflects off the water in front of you and it looks so pretty, so inviting. It almost makes you want to go for a swim despite how cold it will most likely be. 

You and Eddie pass the joint back and forth until it’s gone and you put it back in the bag that goes back into your pocket before you lie back on the sand, not caring if it gets in your hair or on your clothes. Eddie joins you and the two of you talk nonsense like you usually do, never needing drugs to do. 

You think that’s why you and Eddie are such good friends. You get each other in ways that no one else does, platonic soulmates as Robin once put it and as you turn to Eddie, who’s already looking at you, you begin to think that she’s right. He smiles at you and you mimic it, holding out your hand for him to take and he does, giving it a squeeze before turning back to stare at the sky. 

It’s times like these when you wonder how no one has snatched him up yet. He’s an absolute catch and any man or woman would be lucky to have him. You know a big reason as to why he’s chronically single is because he wants to be. He says he’s better that way, but you think most of his objection to settling down is that he’s still hurt from how he was treated back in Hawkins. It was the reason why the two of you packed up and left because he couldn’t take it anymore.

To them, he was nothing but a freak and that’s something that you still can’t seem to wrap your head around. Eddie always has been and will continue to be the goofy guy you’ve been friends with since you were in diapers. He’s nothing but a sweetheart and you really wished more people could have seen that. That they would have taken just a moment to realize that he was never actually evil and neither was the game he and his friends were playing.

All Eddie’s ever wanted in his entire life is to be loved. And he’d never tell you that all of that stuff about being insecure was just a cover because he’s been in love with you his entire life. He always tells you everything, but this is the one secret he’s taking to his grave. He can’t risk either of you getting hurt so he thinks it’s best to just keep quiet about the whole thing. 

Your mind drifts back to the lake and how nice it would be to swim in it, your need to do so getting even stronger with the weed in your system. Before you can stop yourself, you’re standing to your feet. You pass off the joint as you remove your shoes and socks before going for your pants. You know you only have one chance to do this and you’re going to take it. Eddie doesn’t seem to bat an eye as you take off your jacket, but he thinks he’s missed something as you start unbuttoning your jeans. He doesn’t know why you’re taking off your clothes, but who is he to deny you?

“What are you doing?” He asks as he stands, more curious than anything. 

“I’m going for a swim,” you tell him as you pull your pants down to reveal the thong you’re wearing. You don’t even seem to be phased as you strip in front of your best friend who hasn’t seen you naked since-well ever. Unless you count the baths you took together when you were younger but you both were too young to remember. He’s not complaining, though. He’s enjoying the show. Maybe a little too much since he can feel himself getting harder by the second. 

“You can join me, if you want.” Yeah, there’s no way he’s passing this up so he wordlessly starts to get undressed, trying to make how eager he is so obvious. Now you’re both in your underwear and Eddie thinks you’re fucking with him as you stare at him, slowly taking off your thong as you so. There’s a flirty look in your eye and Eddie’s applauding himself for his self control because he’s so close to taking you right there against his truck. 

You toss your bra into the pile of your now discarded clothes and Eddie thinks he’s going to come right there as he takes in your hard nipples, feeling drool collecting in his mouth as he thinks about taking them into his mouth and giving them a suck. 

He shakes his head and takes off his boxers, the two of you now completely naked and you shamelessly check him out, your gaze stopping at his rock hard cock and you have to step closer so you can see it better. Eddie feels like he should be embarrassed, but he’s not. And you don’t think he should be, especially because you take it as a huge compliment that he’s that sexually attracted to you. 

You turn towards the water and get deep enough before taking a dive. The water is freezing, but you stay under for a little longer, trying to figure why you want to fuck Eddie so badly right now. Sure, you’ve had thoughts about him, but you’ve never actually wanted to act on them until now. Seeing him, all of him awakened something inside you  and now you can’t stop thinking about how badly you want him inside of you. 

You surface and turn around to see Eddie behind you, his face even more pale than usual. He looks worried sick and you have no idea why. He swims closer and you move back, knowing that if he gets too close, you’ll do something you really shouldn’t. 

But before you can get too far, you find yourself grabbing hold of his hands and resting them on your waist before pressing your chest against his. Your arms wrap around his neck, leaning your face close to his, watching his eyes the entire time. A kiss isn’t the same a fucking. You just want a taste to get him out of your system. 

Eddie doesn’t know what you’re doing or why you’re doing it, but he's not going to push you away. He can’t. He wants to know what your lips feel like once and for all. He wants to know if you’re as good of a kisser as he thinks you are. 

Your lips find his gently, a soft little kiss to the corner of his mouth to test the waters. Eddie doesn’t like how teasing you are so he takes matters into his own hands, chasing your lips with a featherlight peck. He doesn’t want to scare you off even though he’s itching to do much more. 

He pecks your lips a few more times until they all melt into one, his own slotting between them as he kisses you softly. His hands dig into your waist which juxtaposes how he’s kissing you and that just tells you how hungry he is for more. 

You move his hands to your ass and wrap your legs around his waist as you nip at his bottom lip, causing Eddie to let out a whine. You feel his cock against you and you need him now more than ever. He seems to think the same because before you can even make the suggestion, he’s sliding inside you, his fingers digging into your ass as he moves slowly, thrusting in and out of you over and over. 

A moan escapes your mouth as you throw your head back giving Eddie the opportunity to take advantage of your exposed neck. He presses soft kisses to the skin before going straight in for a hard bite as his thrusts pick up causing you to mewl. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” he mumbles against your skin. “This is even better than I imagined.” 

“Oh, so you’ve imagined this?” You tease and he bites down on your neck even harder this time causing you to gasp as you scratch your nails down his back in response. 

He’s still moving at a slower pace, but this is actually how you prefer it. A lot of the men you’ve slept with go so fast like it’s a race and it’s over before you’ve even had time to enjoy it. You’ve told this to Eddie a few times and it seemed like he was listening. 

And that’s the thing about Eddie. He always listens to you no matter what you’re saying. Whether it’s nonsense when you’re both high on whatever he’s gotten his hands on or if you’re reading to him from a book you’ve gotten from the library, it doesn’t matter. He loves the sound of your voice. He loves you and seeing you with those losers you always seem to be going out with pisses him off. He’s right there and he hates that you can’t see that. 

He’d never tell you that, though. He loves what the two of you have and doesn’t want to risk losing you. So he just sits there and listens to you talk about your terrible dates, complaining about how there are no nice guys when he’s right there. It’s pathetic, really and he hates thinking about it. How he’s wrapped around your goddamn finger and you don’t even notice just how badly he wants you. 

“Of course I have,” he breathes. “I think about it all the time.” 

He’s said too much but you seem into it. And as you buck your hips against his, he’s really hoping that you feel the same way. It would make the whole thing far less embarrassing for him. But he doesn’t think you will because after all, this is just a fuck for you while it means the world to Eddie. 

“Can you keep a secret?” You ask and Eddie nods furiously, just knowing that he’s about to hear something filthy. You’ve shared dirty secrets with him many times before but he just knows that this one will be different. 

“Of course I can,” he nods and you push some of his wet hair behind his air as you bring your lips right up to it. You’re taking the lead now, riding him as you whisper your secret and Eddie swears that this is the most turned on he’s ever been.

“You know this summer when you wore those really short shorts almost every day?” You ask and Eddie knows exactly what you’re talking about. Robin got them for his birthday as a joke, but he started wearing them around you to hopefully make you see him in the way he wanted you to. 

“Mhm,” he nods and you pull him even closer, your lips so close to his ear that they’re almost pressed up against it.

“Well, I get myself off every night thinking about them.” Eddie thinks he’s going to come right there at your confession and he’s trying so hard not to, but just the vision of you getting yourself off is making him get there even faster. 

And before he can stop it, he’s reaching his orgasm, making sure to pull out of you as he comes, his eyes shut tight, his head thrown back as he lets it happen, still letting you stay attached to him as you watch him. 

“Jesus,” he moans as it reaches its peak and once it’s over, he slumps over you, resting his head on your shoulder. It’s partly because he’s tired and partly because he’s too embarrassed about what just happened to look you in the eye. 

So you hold him for a second, your fingers moving up and down his back lazily as you assure him that it’s okay, that he has no reason to be embarrassed, that you’re actually flattered by it. And you are. You had no idea how attracted he was to you and now feel like an idiot because you were too stupid to see it. 

How long had he felt that way and how long had he been hiding it? You don’t know why he’s so ashamed of it. He’s just attracted to you physically, right? You feel the same way about him so you don’t know he’s hiding from you. 

Just when you’re about to suggest that you head back, he pulls back to look at you and there’s something in his eyes that you’ve never seen in the almost seventeen years that the two of you have been friends. His eyes are the softest they’ve ever been and you’re now scared of what he’s going to say. 

“I love you,” he says, those honey eyes boring into yours and your heart pounds at his confession. You almost want to tell him that you don’t feel the same, but you know that’s not true. He’s been someone who was always there, treating you the way you should have been treated without asking for anything in return. He was doing it just because that was who he was and because it was what you deserved. 

You went to all of those losers because you had been afraid of taking a chance on Eddie. He’s been your best friend your entire life and you were terrified of losing the best thing you’ve ever had. You don’t think you’re afraid of taking a chance on him anymore, though. You think it’s time you claimed what was rightfully yours. 

“I love you too,” you reply and a grin breaks out on Eddie’s face as he pulls you into a kiss, the both of you smiling into the kiss as your legs wrap tighter around him, wanting to keep him there even though you know he’s not going anywhere. 

“How about we celebrate elsewhere?” Eddie asks as he pulls away, a flirty tone taking over his voice. 

“What kind of celebration?” You reply, batting your eyelashes as you remove yourself from him. 

“I think you know what kind of celebration,” he winks, grabbing hold of your hand pulling you along as the two of you swim to the shore, climbing into the back of the van where you spend the rest of the morning until the sun comes up showing how much you love each other when you aren’t saying the three words. And there’s no place that either of you would rather be.

[evilminji]

You know how... world leaders can't just? SAY stuff? Because when they DO it's the Offical Stance(tm) of their Country?

That makes their Fuck Ups(tm) all the more serious. It's WHY they have press teams.

But!!!

WHAT IF?

They said something, PUBLICLY, on LIVE TELEVISION, that? Can not be taken back? Full on "masks off, behold the horrors you have payed for" moment?

Sure, they could SAY "that wasn't me" and "I was brainwashed" etc etc. But? If it's BIG enough? UGLY enough? TRUE??? People WILL find it. Dig and dig and dig like termites in the walls. Hunt like bloodhounds.

Riot in the streets.

Because? All it would TAKE? Is ONE half ghost, a few too many long nights trying to balance college classes and his internship, a bigotry filled call from back home, and staring down that empty fridge with just one box of moldering take out, because he's been too busy and stressed to remember to get GROCERIES AND-

Ah.

So this is what "so stressed you feel calm, I have run out of Fucks too give" feels like. Neat. *picks up phone* Hey, Sam? You still at that protest? Outside the presidential speech? Neat. Don't move.

One Phone Line Express later. SAM is telling him to breathe. Maybe... maybe calm down. Think about this. Others around her can see the same "spark of madness" glint in his almost zen like smile.

It Fiiiiine, Sam.

He's just here to Talk.

He disappears. Sam's freaking out. President stumbles but catches himself on the way to the mike. Up in the watch tower, various Magic users choke on their lunches, because a ghost just possessed the United States President.

ON LIVE TELEVISION.

He taps the Mike, smile, leans in real close like he's gonna Tell You Folks A Secret.... Aaaaand~

"The second you Die, you no longer have human rights. Doesn't matter how brief. Heart stops? You're sub-human scum! Non-sentient by American law. We here in the United Stares PROUDLY desecrate the bodies and graves of the dead. Tear apart the immortal souls of the innocent. And condemn you to oblivion crying, begging, and screaming for mercy! Why, obviously, is an act. Because souls don't have the RIGHT to feel fear or pain!

And YES. We do mean EVERYONE'S. Atlantian, Kryptonian, Martian. Canadian, Mexican, Russian, AND Chinese! I could keep going! Once you die? You belong to the United States to experiment on as we see fit! You're PROPERT now! So turn your nonrights having, nonsentient self in to the nearest GIW! For the good of AMERICA. Ectoplasmic Scum!"

*drops mic*

Jaws are on the floor. This was VETERANS DAY. Dead military Heros and smile for the cameras. A cake walk. Do a patriotism, rah rah. There.... there are DIPLOMATS in the crowd. Sure as SHIT, were more then a few foreign nationals WATCHING. Religious leaders looking on in fury, grief, and horror.

Reporters. Oh sweet Jesus the reporters.

The press secretary faints.

PANDEMONIUM. The president, still dazed and confused from being possessed, gets PUNCHED on live television be his VP, a deeply religious if moderately shady man. Take bribes? VP is cool with that. Bootstraps, peasants, and all that. But how DARE you fuck with the Souls of the dead. How DARE you!

Phones are blowing up, questions are being shouted, the JLA Dark FEEL like they should tell somebody about the ghost kid... but also this feels VERY "Call for help-y" so they might throw their weight around instead and pretend they know nothing. World leader are meaningfully staring at their Dear Beloved Dead Grandmother's photos as they send LIVID assistants to hound the American into answering the DAMN PHONE-!

And Danny?

Danny feels calmer now. He has stolen like....700 bucks from secret security's various wallets. He's going to buy himself BOUGIE groceries. Some...some NICE take out. Maybe a little cake. Yeah~ Cake for Danny~

If anyone needs him? No you don't. He needs to go do some shopping, eat, lie on the floor of his shower and just... vibe for a bit under the spray. In the dark maybe. Sleep for a week. Have his food. Yummy little treats.

Or he's gonna fuckin LOSE IT, man.

(Tucker is actively hacking his college schedule as they speak. He KNEW it. Called it! Too many classes! But does Mr "I can handle it" listen? Noooooooo! Now look what happened! Holy SHIT, Danny!)

@hypewinter @hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

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how do you think jjk men are with embarrassing moments during sex? like if something embarrassing that happens to either them or their partner, do they play it off, try to inject humor, swear off sex to be a monk?

i read a similar post by an author advocating for well, not just more realistic depictions of sex in fics, but to include some of the awkwardness present in them too?? their post included geto’s hair getting stuck in butt cracks, Toji pulling a muscle, Nanami losing his boner, and Choso full on shitting himself accidentally to help with reader’s embarrassment over queefing 😭😭😭

like yes it’s funny and bonkers but cuz sex isn’t always the passionate sexy fuckfest we see in fics/movies, people don’t always cum at the same time, yes you DO need lube AND prep, foreplay DOES matter, dryness or losing an erection midway no matter how horny you are is common yano?? 😤😤

lowkey wanted to go anon lest you call me perpetually horny 😭 but ignore me if my shit’s getting old

own your shit bae, no pun intended. ur horniness could never get old. I like these questions cause they're like brain teasers. okay okay lemme have a go

Gojo:

says a cringy line

I can totally see him trying something new that he thinks would be super sexy like

"oh yeah? you like that? you're such a dirty whore, aren't you? come on, cum and show me who you're daddy is."

reader will pause and stare at him like, did you hear yourself?

gojo will have a moment of realisation and give himself the ick. even he has limits.

he collapses on top of reader and begs her to forget that, will be a blushing mess.

he'll think about it once in a while and cringe

but in the moment, he'd throw a tantrum if you can't stop laughing and making fun of him.

"it wasn't that bad! you're being mean, seriously. I just got caught up, okay? stop laughinggggg"

gets very pouty, protests, and you have to seduce him back, really compliment the hell out of him

then he'll force you on top and make you take the lead so he doesn't give himself another opportunity to be embarassing

Geto:

trying to switch positions in a tight space and then you accidentally rest your elbow on his long hair and he almost rips outs chunks

probably gets irritated because you've damaged his brilliant hair

takes a breather and then starts back up again

punishes you during sex

will crack a smile if you do

"yeah, alright, laugh it up. but if I develop a bald spot, neither of us will be laughing."

will make sure that never happens again

might even pull your hair during sex to show you how it feels (not too hard obvi)

Choso:

might get too subby lol

like "am I a good boy mommy? am I doing good? I don't want my mommy to be mad at me" and he's in tears

idk how to write mommy kinks lol

and you both have a moment of clarity where it's like, damnnn you okay? didn't know you had trauma like that

he'll get very shy and embarrassed

might even start crying, trying to run away

you'll have to reassure him it's fine and then just go slowly and gently, having more loveydovey sex

late at night, he'll ask you if you really didn't mind because he doesn't want you to be freaked out or think he's not a man

but I imagine it'd become a kink you indulge him once in a while

just gotta teach him it's okay, just don't spring it on someone mid act lol

Toji:

trying a really acrobatic fucking position, whether in the living room or in the shower, gets his footing wrong and slips, smacks his head against the wall, takes you down with him

he knocks himself out

you have to wrangle his 200 pound or something body in to a safe lying position and wait for him to come to

when he does and he remembers what happens

bro is in denial

no he didn't slip

no he didn't overestimate himself

no it didn't hurt

no he's not embarrassed stop asking him

gets very grumpy and will storm off, grumbling under his breath

comes back calmer

neither of you mention it but it hangs in the air as you both prepare dinner together

once sat across each other, you make an eye contact and you burst out laughing

he rolls his eyes but he's got a smile on his lips

"yeah yeah, what fucking ever. you try lifting your heavy ass up whilst you're balls deep"

next time tho, he gets you back by forcing you to endure vanilla sex, going very slow and shallow and overly sweet

makes you beg for him to fuck you normally

he'll consider it

Nanami:

drunk sex, becomes wayyyy too emotional

"sweetheart, you're the most beautiful thing in the entire world, I love you so much do you know that? I honestly -hiccup!- c-can't live without you, oh goodness, please don't make me live without you!"

he's still inside, he's not even thrusting anymore, he's just crying into your neck like a baby

you're brushing his hair, shushing him, orgasms forgotten

might vomit on you a little

wakes up with a killer hangover and a night full of memories he wishes he could erase

"oh god, honey. I'm so terribly sorry. I can't believe I did something so ridiculous. no I know loving you openly isn't ridiculous, but I wouldn't be wrong to say crying, leaving you unsatisfied, forcing you to care for a man child, and cherry on top, vomitting on you is just a little ridiculous."

has to go make it up to himself for being a terrible husband

will spoil you for the rest of the week

or anytime he remembers

might actually drink less because of it lol

Sukuna:

he'd kill you if he did something embarrassing

pray he never does

[necrotic-nephilim]

as much as I love the common "Tim worships/stalks Jason" trope in TimJay fanfiction because it's Good and making Tim a weird little freak is Fun, I think the underutilized dynamic is where Jason is the one weirdly obsessed with Tim and makes it Tim's problem.

Like, the moment Jason is confronted with the information that a third Robin exists, the first thing he does is cover his wall with pictures of Tim so he can just obsess and torture himself over it. That is the behavior of a man who is Unwell over Tim's existence and I love it.

red hood: lost days #4

And as much as a shitshow as The Titans Tower Incident™ is characterization-wise (though I think it has far more merit in depicting Jason's character than people give it credit for but I digress-) there's something very fun about the fact that even after kicking his ass, Jason respects Tim and is impressed by him.

teen titans (2003) #29

And on top of that, Jason can't seem to stop trying to ask Jason to Tim to work with him in some capacity.

robin (1993) #177

batman: battle for the cowl #2

While Battle for the Cowl is an exceptionally bad comic, especially for its characterization of Jason and the "be my Robin" bit is taken deeply out of context, I do think it's interesting how obsessed Jason is with believing that Tim is extremely competent, only held back by being "brainwashed by Bruce". (hence him leaving Tim for dead later on in the comic.) Jason seeing a darker side of Tim and wanting to bring that out of Tim, wanting to see what Tim could be if he let go of his loyalty to Bruce is so fun to me, tbh.

And in Robin #177, Jason seems genuinely upset Tim doesn't want to work with him. Jason sees such a raw potential in Tim and is obsessed with it, constantly wanting Tim to work for him and see Tim be the type of person Jason is. And despite Tim rejecting him, Jason doesn't shoot to kill Tim. I just cannot get over the fanfic potential of Jason obsessing over Tim, tracking him and seeing what he's capable of and what he could be capable of. Wanting to make Tim see things the way he does. To Tim it's corruption, to Jason it's freedom. Tim trying to 'save' Jason is fun and all, but Jason trying to corrupt Tim? That's even more fun to me. Watching that power struggle between them, Tim unable to get Jason off his heels as Jason gets more and more possessive and bold with each attempt.

And when Jason sees Tim successfully get Gotham back under control after a gang war, he's impressed. He praises Tim, even. And then Tim just. Breaks him out of prison.

robin (1993) #182

The way they're constantly trying to see something in the other that isn't there, hoping the other will come around? That is the most fucked up hate/love dynamic ever. Jason keeps coming back to Tim, keeps trying to find ways to get Tim onto his side. They're always chasing each other. And I think Jason would be the one to confess love first, the one to do anything to make Tim his. And when you consider after all of this, Tim has his Red Robin arc and is at his lowest, getting the closest he ever gets to considering murder? I think it'd be so fun to see Jason take advantage of that and worm his way back into Tim's life and finally push Tim over the edge.