i drew clautsukki spiderman kiss a long while ago (almost 2 years) and i kinda have the itch to redraw it cause it's awful looking back at it. i guess i also have a little universe created around it in my head and im actually the spidergirl in it
falling for you à Ë ă €âĄ . á”á” tsukishima kei . . . 1.2k
cw/tags: fluff, gn!reader, swearing.
this is for @tsukisangel !!! hiiii :3 I'm your secret santa! kind of a match made in heaven cause i get to write my boy, hope you like it as much i liked writing it, mwah!
Your mind didnât have the time to process the laugh that came out of you when you witnessed Tsukki falling to his cruel fate, literally. One second he was right next to you, lazily skating around the ice rink, the other he was biting the ice hard. Wobbly long limbs fighting to stay balanced just to fail miserably. His gigantic frame making it look overly dramatic and from what it seemed, absolutely hilarious to you.
He looked up at you from the ice, not even trying to collect himself, acting so nonchalant about it, as if it was nothing, of course, like he did with everything else.
You couldn't suppress the giggling as your hand covered your mouth in an attempt to soothe yourself, his tongue was poking the inside of his cheek and one of his eyebrows was raised as if saying âreally?â but there wasnât any real malice there, you couldnât help but snort again.
âSorry! God, I'm awful, are you okay?â you were still laughing but at least now you were offering him a helping hand, feeling a little sorry now, of course you didnât want him to get hurt, but by the way he fell, you couldnât help but react like that.
He rolled his eyes ignoring your hand, to which you gasped dramatically, retreating it and crossing your arms over your chest feigning offense. Unbelievable, he wanted to act annoyed but you didnât miss the tiny smirk on his lips when he was slowly getting himself up in two feet again.
As if it couldnât get more embarrassing, right when he planted one of the skates on the ice, it slid backwards making his body fall forward. It took him by surprise nearly having time place the palm of his hand on the ice, waiting for the imminent impact, but luckily his hand made it in time to support his weight. He sighed, and then sighed again when you started to lose it, no point in holding in the burst of laughter that broke out from your chest.
âDeserved! for not taking my hand!â you said in between laughs, almost losing balance yourself, which made him snort while shaking his head.
âAs if you were feeling sorry beforeâ He started to get up again, successfully this time, thank god.
âHey! Iâm not heartless, I was a bit, now not so muchâ You skated towards the edge of the rink, still giggling but deciding to play it cool too, tease him a little bit, see where this goes.
He clicked his tongue as he brushed off the snow flakes sticking all over his coat. Slowly skating to your already leaning frame against the edge, he did take his time, perhaps avoiding another slip but he certainly didn't look stressed by it, nonchalant as ever.
As he got closer to you the slight playful snark grew more obvious on his face, which made you slightly smirk yourself, the distance created the perfect opportunity to take a much better look at his current state, clothes partially covered in snowflakes from the fall, glasses askew, cheeks slightly reddened, not sure if from the cold or the momentary embarrassment, his once neatly brushed to the side bangs falling messily over his forehead. So fucking Adorable.
You suddenly forgot whatever you had planned, was it to tease him or something? whatever. Your feelings must have shown on your face because his own frown turned into a questioning look. He was finally standing right in front of you, your hands moved on their own, reaching up to comb his bangs with your fingers, and adjust his glasses. Your palm slipped delicately until it rested on his cheek, caressing it, your eyes placed right upon his own, youâd swear the shade of pink on his cheeks got a little darker. He averted his gaze, and he couldn't look more cute, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the sigh. You wanted to squeeze him all over, so you did, squeezing his cheek between your thumb and index finger, your own face scrunched up, and you could definitely grab harder if it wouldn't be actually painful, cuteness aggression, that's what it was.
His eyes were back onto you as he raised a brow again. âWhat's with you?â he asked with that usual sarcastic lilt but watered down.
You smiled. âYou are just too cute babyâ His gaze moved to the side again, almost an eyeroll.
âIâm notâ
âOh yes you are, so fucking cute, you just don't realize itâ
Now it was his face fully turned to the side, still you didn't miss the almost smile painted on his lips. And you couldn't help to tease him a bit further
âSo cuteâŠand clumsy, Just like a baby giraffeâs first stepsâ
âWhat?â His eyes landed back on you cynically
âBaby giraffe on iceâ
âOh my god! Fuck youâ he said, lacking any bite to it, he shook his head then looked back at you.
There were a few giggles before your expression softened, not quite playful anymore, just serene. Your hand fell against his chest, and his found their way to your waist.
âNow seriously, are you okay?â He simply nodded. âNot hurt?â
âNot at all, just a very stupid fallâ he slid closer to you by pulling at your waist. His usual smug smirk glinted on his lips again â...and a very stupid partner it seemsâ Your turn to roll your eyes, but it made you laugh honestly. âGiraffe, really? thought you were far more creative than that babeâ
âBaby giraffeâ You corrected him âHave you ever seen them trying to stand up for the first time? looked exactly like you getting up from the ice.â
âSureâ He was the one studying your face now, holding you close, negative space between your bodies.
You said something else, probably another jab at his expense, knowing you. For someone that is always hyper aware of his surroundings, he didn't register any of it at all. He couldn't help it, to get lost in you, his only weakness. Lost in the way your lips moved, articulating words that were completely flying over his head, lips that were desperately calling for his own to press against them. He wasn't gonna deny them that wish, or more like, he wasn't gonna deny himself his favorite sweet treat.
He leaned down closing the gap between your faces, at the realization of what he was doing you couldn't help but grin in anticipation. His lips kissed your smile for a second until you joined him in the dance. He didn't rush, his lips moving softly against yours at first, gradually deepening it as you both melted into each other. You sighed into it, your fingers clutching his coat as the world blurred around you, the chill of the rink forgotten in the heat building between your bodies.
When he pulled back you were stupidly grinning, thoughts blurred in the hazy state of your head, you could never get enough from his kisses, leaving your body all tingly and gushy.
You collected yourself letting out a dreamy breath. âKei, were you even listening to what I was saying?â you slightly teased.
âNopeâ He deadpanned, though his eyes held that familiar spark.
You shook your head, chuckling softly âWhat if it was something important?â
âIt wasn'tâ He stated without any doubt and you snorted. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, a tiny genuine smile, a rare gesture, not to you tho.
You stood on your tiptoes, as much as you could do in skates, to steal another kiss from his lips, a quick chaste peck, but before you could step back he captured your mouth again in a significantly deeper one that made both your hearts thump hard.
Despite the ice surrounding you and the biting chill of the winter you two couldn't have felt warmer.
a/n: thank you to my friends for creating an incredibly fun creative safe space to be ourselves. I loved participating in this mostly because i was doing it with my friends, and i hope that you enjoy this very much luni, i'm not that confident in my writing lately but i tried my best mwah!!!!! <33333
Dick Grayson always knows how to make your birthday special.
Pairings: Dick Grayson x Reader
Content: 18+, 1.7k words, established relationship, fem!reader, suggestive, alcohol consumption mentioned, fluff! A little birthday drabble for my girl @batlody!!!! Happy birthday!! đ
Making your way down the darkened streets, the city is restless. That's nothing new of coarse, you suppose. You, on the other hand, don't share that quality.
The warmth of your bed calls to you after the last six hours dancing and having the time of your life with your friends at the club. They did conn you to be out past midnight with the promises of 'Just one more dance!' and 'One last drink!'â and it worked.
Now, pleasantly buzzed from tonight's drinks and humming along the sidewalk, you get to observe the night life in person; the same nightlife that your boyfriend warns you about. He does have a tendency to make sure everything is accounted for and that includes you, for the most part. Only, tonight he said to celebrate with your friends that planned, and executed, a fun club-crawl.
"Walking alone? At this time of night?" A voice from above jolts you out of your thoughts. Looking up, the visage of the famous, black-and-blue armored vigilante with ties to Batman. A genius, master strategist with an uncanny ability to sneak up on you. The Nightwing is crouching on top of a lamp post above you. His domino mask and patent smirk out in full force, along with his loosely styled, black hair.
You giggle at him. "Hello, Mr. Wing! I didn't think you were patrolling tonight."
"My schedule is pretty flexible, ya know." He replies. Nightwing stands to his full height while balancing on the post with one leg. His other leg stretches out to his side, counter balancing him. The vigilante's posture is relaxed like he can do this all day. All you're able to do is trace his muscular figure with hungry eyes.
"I'm sure that yourâŠschedule is perfectly flexible." You say, coyly.
He chuckles with smile. In a completely unnecessary move, the man jumps off the lamp post into a perfect back flip before sticking the landing, feet together, in a flawless technical maneuver that would but Olympic gymnasts to shame.
With a flick of his head to get his bangs out of his eyes, he strides to you. "Seems to me, youâ," the man bumps his hip with yours and takes his place on the roadside of the sidewalk, "Had a good night."
"And you would be right. My birthday isâ well was, now that it this late,â the best."
"Happy birthday." He smiles at you. "I'm happy for you. How about we get you home, that okay?"
You hum and start walking. "My boyfriend would appreciate you walking me home.â
"Oh, you have a boyfriend?" Nightwing whistles low and sucked his teeth, disappointed. "Can he fight?"
"Very well, actually. He is the best man I've ever know and the biggest pain in my ass."
"He sounds like a lucky man."
"That he is."
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The walk down the next few to your apartment was spent with little chatter from either of you. Rather, letting the silence settle in and warm the air between you both. The man's hand periodically hovers over the small of your back; then, quickly as it happens, he snatches the hand away. You roll your eyes and ignore his antics.
You stop at the front stairs of your building. Catching his gaze, you give the vigilante a dopey smile. He props an arm in the stair railing and leans his body weight on it.
"SoâŠ" He starts, "Any chance I can get your number?"
"Nightwing!"
"Okay, wow! A man can't try to hit on a beautiful woman every once and a while?"
You can't help the hysterical laughter escaping your. The last of the alcohol washes over you as you double over with mirthful tears in your eyes.
"No, you can't!" Fully laughing in his face, now. "Get outta here before I call in the big guns."
"Okay, beautiful. But, if you ever need a crime-fighting, non-caped crusaderâŠ." He trails off, slicking his hair back with one hand, and straightens up. "I'll be around."
Nightwing takes out a grappling hook and shoots it up to the roof. He allows it to take him up the building while leaving you with a two finger salute. 'So suave', you think to yourself.
Unlocking the lobby door, walking through the lobby to the elevator, going up to the fourth floor, down the hallway to your apartment door, and âfinallyâ you enter your home. You take a breath in the entryway and close the door, locking it. A muffled 'fuck!' follows a muted thud deeper inside your shared apartment.
"Dick? You there?" You call out.
He groans out. "Yeah, I'm here."
Good.
Not looking up from taking your shoes off and setting your purse on the entryway table, you take him to task. "When you said to go out for my birthday with my friends, I didn't think that meant you were going out as well."
"Wellâ You see- " He stutters. "Tim had a lead and no one else was available so I said i would look into it."
Walking into the living room with sock clad feet, you stare at the mess in front of you. Still wearing the very familiar, bird emblem armor is none other than Dick Grayson. Also known as Nightwing, the very same man who escorted you home.He's on his back with one foot still out of the open window. At least he tumbled in and missed the dining table this time. Last time, you lost a nice coffee mug. The fruit bowl is spared for now.
"You also said you needed rest. That your ribs were bruised." You cross your arms under your chest, which you know drives him crazy, and tap your foot against the carpet floor. The man stares at you from his upside down position. Dumbstruck.
"I wasâ and amâ bruised." Dick says while shaking his head as if breaking a trance and rights himself. He gets up off the floor and removes his mask, tossing it on the table. As the man closes the window, he continues. "I thought I would get info and see you after when I was done. It was a win-win."
"Wrong." You coo. "You are hurt. End of story. You should have stayed here and made one of the other former sidekicks get what Tim wanted."
"I know." He sighs your name wearily. "Maybe I need to take more than two seconds to make a decision."
You hum in agreement. Striding over to the table, you sit and fiddle with his domino mask. God, you adore this man but, his selflessness will get the better of him one day. Dick, after seeing you make yourself comfortable, all but sprints to your shared bedroom and rushes back out. His reentrance graces you with him in his pajamasâ a loose fitting, navy t-shirt and a pair of Hello Kitty shorts, that were definitely full length pajama pants at one point, cut a little too shortâ gets you light headed for the second time tonight. You try not to openly drool when he bends over to pick something up from the floor over by the couch, giving you a well-earned view of his ass. 'As if this night couldn't get any better', you mind supplies.
"Oh! You actually distracted me to what I really went to get tonight." Dick says. He walks over with a lightly creased, white box in his arms.
"Me? Distract you?" You gasp with faux offense. "You are very mistaken, Grayson."
He huffs and flicks his bangs out of his face again. "Yeah, you. Of course you distract me, especially dressed like that." You flush and smile all dopey at him.
"Thank you, baby."
"It seems I actually killed three birds with one stone." The off-duty vigilante continues.
"And what three things did you do tonight, Bird Brain?"
"One," Dick shifts the box to one hand and gently pulls his mask from your grasp, "I got what Little Timmy needed."
"Two," He stands behind you and sets the box down on the table in front of you, "I walked you home and saw that you had a good time."
"Honey, what isâ" You try to ask but, he cuts you off. The black haired man reaches over into the fruit bowl and retrieves a single, blue candle and a lighter.
"âThree, is a little something sweet for you on you birthday."
Dickâ your safe place, your most trusted and loving personâ lifts the folded box lid to uncover a cake. A white frosted, six inch, round cake with a heart and 'Happy Birthday' written in your favorite color. It's a little smashed around the borders from the ride home,not that it matters. The cake is perfect. He places the candle into the frosting and lights it.
"Happy birthday, for real this time."
You tilt your head back and gaze into his bright, blue eyes. Your own eyes watering slightly. "I love you so much. Thank you for being here and treating me soâŠ"
Dick says while leaning down, still keeping his eyes on yours, placing his head into the space between your head and shoulder, holds you close, and plasters himself to your back. "I love you too. I will always treat you like you deserve. With so much respect and love until you're sick of me."
"Are you excluding Nightwing? Because him hitting on me after I said I was taken is not a good look." You quip, breaking the tenderness and eye contact momentarily.
He balks, "That's different! I only flirt with you in any situation!"
"And it better stay like that." You state. Quickly, you blow out your candle. You turn your body in your chair to face Dick and making him straighten up. Looping your arms around him, you look up through your lashes at him. "I want you all to myself."
"You definitely do." He smirks. Suddenly, his eyes go wide as if he thought of something. "I also forgot to give you one last thing."
"What's that, Dick?"
"Not yet."
"âŠGrayson."
He laughs and it spreads warmth through your chest. "I forgot to give you birthday kisses!"
The man then descends his lips upon yours. He kisses the entirety of you face, smudging your lipstick, and travels his down your neck, getting more and more exaggerated with every kiss. The apartment dissolves into laughter and exaggerated kissing sounds.
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