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thestressedskittles · 2 years ago

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Patience Is Key (Fugo x Reader, Fluff)

Kit here! Originally started by Sammy, but she was unable to finish. If it reads a little weird, I tried to work around what Sammy wrote without changing too much. Hope I did her justice! Feel free to send in requests! I can write for any characters up to part 5! Feel free to request!

Request: I hope this request is okay but can I request smth for Fugo where is s/o is basically learning Italian so she isn’t always saying everything correct and maybe Fugo is teaching her?

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: reader is GN, Fugo raging, fluff, Fugo needs a hug- anything in Italics is meant to be spoken in Italian (it didn't feel right to translate everything into Italian)

A/N: I do not speak Italian, I did some quick research and that's it (and used Google translate)

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Learning Italian should've been something you put at the top of your list before you moved to Italy. You, at the very least, made an effort to know phrases that would help you get around, but only that would get you so far. How you ended up in one of Italy's biggest and fiercest mafias is much of a blur and one you don't really remember. But how you got here didn't matter anymore.

After you had gotten your stand from Polpo's Black Sabbath, you were assigned to Bruno Bucciarati's team. Though you didn't know Italian very well, he took you under his wing and you met the other members: Abbacchio, Narancia, and Fugo. Narancia had been eager to talk to you, even when you admitted that you couldn't speak his language fluently. Abbacchio had been cold and distant but eventually warmed up to you ever-so-slightly. And Fugo? He was taken aback by you ever since he saw you sitting at the table with Bruno. When your (E/C) met his purple ones, he was a goner. Of course, he tried to reason with himself that you had just met and he couldn't possibly have a crush so quick on someone he had literally just laid eyes on, but he couldn't deny the tugging at his heart.

Bruno knew enough English to get his points across, but Fugo wanted to get to know you more. So, in the following weeks, you had learned to understand Italian better than you could speak it - it helped that Narancia had many stories to tell and seemed keen on telling you all about them. Eventually, you were able to piece together words and make out bits and pieces of his stories, which led to you understanding more and more of the language, listening closely to conversations between the group, and trying to make sense of what was being said. While Narancia had kept you occupied, Fugo buried his nose in books about the English language and managed to learn near-perfect English in just a few weeks. He didn't like to brag about his intelligence to other people, but he couldn't help the ego boost it gave him to learn a new language so quickly.

It didn't take long after Fugo had learned English for you and him to become close friends, and eventually more in the span of a few months. Seeing him dedicate himself to learning your language made your heart melt a little and you asked him if he could teach you Italian. Of course, he was more than happy to oblige your request. Any downtime you had was spent with Fugo, in his room, or in the restaurant learning the basics of the language.

And here you sat in the very same chair where the group had greeted you all those months ago. Today was sunny, clouds shifting in front of the sun every so often to dampen its bright rays, alongside a breeze that carried many different scents from baked bread to gourmet food. Bruno was out once again, claiming he would be back soon but never specified a time. Abbacchio was still and stoic as always, listening to music through his headphones; Mista was enjoying a cup of tea and completely engaged in a book he had recently gotten into. As for Fugo, Narancia, and you? You all were in a study triangle, as you called it, Fugo being the teacher to both you and Narancia.

"You're getting the hang of it, tesorino. Once you get trilling down, the words will roll off your tongue." Fugo's voice was sweet and encouraging. You sighed and rested your head in your hand. The blond reached a hand out and rested it on your shoulder. He knew how easy it was to get discouraged from learning a new language. Applying some pressure, he began to rub your shoulder and rub away at the tension. "Just a few more times."

You exhale slowly and nod. Looking at the paper, you read the sentence out loud once again. This time, you fumbled less and managed to trill the "r's" better than any of your previous tries, a grin lighting your features at the noticeable difference. Fugo also had a big smile on his face, nodding as you read the line again, then two more times, finally feeling the flow of the sentence roll off your tongue with ease.

"Perfetto, amore!" Fugo exclaimed. "I promise, the more we do this, the easier it will become. You're still a little off on the timing, try it like this." Fugo read the sentence out loud and you listened closely before trying again. When you mastered the sentence, he gave you a slightly harder one. This time, you fumbled again. Still not used to rolling your "r's", you pronounced the word like it had one. A dark shadow fell across Fugo's features, the smile he had moments ago nowhere to be seen. You knew that look all too well, though you've never been the one receiving the look.

His eyes usually bright purple eyes narrowed and he was quick to turn in his seat, grabbing a plate from the table and smashing it to the ground, sending pieces of it flying in every direction. Fugo didn't stop there, standing up and going over to a table across from you and destroying its contents, all the while yelling and cursing out everything under the sun. Mista finally looked up from his book and gave a questioning look to you and Narancia.

Fugo looks back and notices Mista, Narancia, and you looking at him. Mista rolls his shoulders and goes back to his book, Narancia watching the show with giddy expectation, and you are looking at him with wide eyes. His gaze immediately softens. He couldn't see any fear or other emotion in your eyes, but he hated it when he showed you this side of him. Explosive and impulsive, destructive and dangerous. He wishes he could hide this part of him away from you. Even when you told him that you loved him, flaws and all, he still couldn't help but feel ashamed that he couldn't control his anger.

Taking a few deep breaths, he made his way back to the table, sitting down and finally meeting your eyes again. There was something soft in your eyes, something caring. Something he was always relieved to see after his outbursts. You tentatively reached your hand out and placed it softly on his shoulder, his muscles tensing for a brief moment before relaxing. A soft smile comes to your lips and he can't help but get lost in your features. He exhales slowly and gains his composure back.

"I'm sorry," his voice soft and laced with regret. Looking at you for a few moments longer, taking in the way your features made him want to never stop looking at you. He loved that he could look at you and everything around him disappears: his stress, his problems, and most importantly, his anger. He could never stay mad at you.

"Va tutto bene, lo prometto." Your own voice barely above a whisper. "So che non... mi faresti mai del male. Ti amo ancora lo stesso, difetti e tutto." It's okay, I promise. I know you would never hurt me. I still love you the same, flaws and all. Fugo's eyes widen slightly. Though your accent was a bit off and your confidence wavered ever-so-slightly, he was impressed. A smile creeps onto his lips upon hearing your words.

"Cosa ho fatto per meritare qualcuno come te, amore?" What did I do to deserve someone like you, love? He grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers with his, leaning in close and enjoying your presence before Narancia pipes up.

"How is this, Fugo?" Narancia slides over his worksheet, Fugo quickly picking it up and looking it over. Immediately he can see that almost every answer is wrong. Before he has time to get angry, a firm squeeze from your hand is enough to quell the rage that boiled deep within him. Taking in a deep breath, and letting his frustration show through his voice instead, he began to, once again, go over the basics of multiplication with Narancia, who seemed to be paying close attention for once.

Keeping your hands intertwined, you watched Fugo, squeezing his hand every time you felt him tense. Roughly an hour later, Bruno shows up and notices the destroyed table. He takes a good look at it before huffing and coming over to sit at the table. Everyone's attention is on him.

"I think I may have found a new member for our team."

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jeonqkooks · 2 years ago

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jesus christ that was the wildest 15 hrs of my entire life like shit actually sounds like fanfic BC I DIDNT KNOW THEY MADE MEN LIKE THIS IN REAL LIFE I MIGHT CRY

jesus oh my god okay so i went out with my friends last night and we went to this club and met these 2 guys (1 of whom i thought was so so cute and has the prettiest blue eyes - we’ll call him “my dude” for the sake of this story). they started talking to us and i told my friend that he was very cute and she got so eager to pair us up

anyway nothing really happened lol until like 4am and he asked me if i wanted to go outside to smoke and i said yes, which is honestly such a big moment for me bc i got out of my comfort zone while normally i would say no or bring one of my friends as backup bc i’m socially awkward as heck. but me and my dude actually click so much omg like our convos are even playful ??

anyway we didn’t even end up smoking, we just sat outside and talked for an hour until all my friends got out of the club and saw us. they saw me rubbing my arms and sitting uncomfortably and thought i didn’t know how to say no to my dude so they went and asked me. and he told me later on that he freaked out when he thought i was uncomfortable and started wondering what he did wrong but lmao in truth i was just kinda cold and didn’t wanna wear my jacket 😭

ok so my friends all left after confirming that i was ok sitting alone w my dude. literally there was a point where a completely sober man walked past, looked us straight in the eyes and said “he wants to fuck you.” 👁👄👁 anyway a little more talk, we started kissing until my friend called me and interrupted us by asking if we wanna hang at a random person’s apartment right around the corner and so we went. he started putting his arm around me and stuff and lmao this simple ass gesture made me swoon like a mf

next up! after we went to the apartment, i thought we were just gonna walk around a lil before going our separate ways. but erhm we ended up at his apartment and honestly i kinda knew what would happen lol. but when we got to his place we just talked for over an hour until we were completely sober before erhm.. stuff ensues. anyway stuff ensues, but i was really tense for some reason and i just couldn’t fully relax and so erhm we stopped in the middle of it when we realized neither of us is getting there 👁👄👁 but like throughout the whole thing he was so sweet like he kept asking me if i was uncomfortable, if this/that was ok, that it was all about me and whatnot, and afterwards he told me to not feel bad and that it’s not my fault abcxyz

anyway then we just lied there and talked for another hour before he rolled a joint and then we moved to the balcony to smoke it but before we went out he handed me his jacket and i was like ?? and he said it’s cold out and i melted into a puddle right then and there

ok then we went back to his room and lied down again and just talked for yet another hour before he got too tired and wanted to take a nap bc neither of us slept the whole night. it’s like he expected me to stay and nap w him or smth?? cuz he asked me if we should set our alarm for 4 hrs and i said i had to dip. and before i left i got all tongue tied and shyly told him he has pretty eyes again and he was like, “do you want me to give you closure?” and omg i was like.. oh.. disappointed but at least he’s still somewhat decent i guess ?? anyway i asked him what that meant and he asked me out on a coffee date next week. and he kissed me before i left

but erhm, sad note: he’s here on exchange and he’s leaving in 3 weeks 😭

#jen rambles

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mithoen · 2 years ago

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john gaius really is. the guy of all time. the poorest little meowmeow. he’s SO complex he’s so hard to read and i love that about him but god writing anything in regards to his characterisation is like. this needs to come with 20 footnotes and caveats and (shakes him) why can’t you be SIMPLE

getting into it though nona’s dreams in ntn are so. fascinating. because like finally, finally we’re getting the backstory, we’re hearing about what happened, we’re seeing how it all began. but we hear it from john’s mouth? and not even the john from all those years ago, john from NOW. john “i told you to eat the souls of the people most important to you so you could become cannon fodder for my war” gaius. john “i told you that you were like the daughter i never had while knowing i was the one who ordered for your death” gaius.

it’s so hard to parse truth from lie with him. harrow/alecto (halecto) rightfully points out that he fudges the details about gideon and the nuke, about who fired the first shot when, and if john can do that— who’s to say anything else he told halecto was any more true? there’s smth to be said about john’s unreliability as a narrator (which also ties into GIDEON’S unreliability as a narrator but that’s a different post) in that without actually getting into his head it’s very hard to know exactly what he’s thinking about. and even if we ever did get a story or a chapter from his perspective, i doubt it’d be anything but him constantly reassuring himself that what he’s doing and what he did was “right”. to the point where he sincerely believes that as fact.

the way he spoke about it to halecto. with so much yearning, so much anger. furious but never with himself, never with his friends, only everyone else: the people he perceived to have failed him. the ignorant who wouldn’t listen. the ones that got away. so emotional about it even after thousands of years but so warped, so distorted by time…

and even when he’s talking about his friends, his lyctors, his hands and gestures, he speaks of them with this. arrogance, almost. this attitude of “it was sad, but it’s done and gone now”. he cared about the way they perceived him; he cared about keeping their belief in him alive. too scared to admit to his own failures, scared to face up to their judgement. he chose to take away their memories of everything, to lie to their faces about the people they once were (see his “if the man you were—the man you were before you died, before the Resurrection—could hear what you just said to me, he’d tear your throat out.” line to augustine) all because he didn’t know how to function on his own without them.

augustine and mercymorn loved him so much; they wanted to believe in him so badly! i don’t think it’s any coincidence that they and gideon were the last surviving lyctors at the end of it all, because the three of them were also the ones who threw their lot in with john even when everything started falling apart. time warped them so badly, losing alfred and cristabel the way that they did was devastating to august and mercy, but even then— even after everything! they tried so hard to believe. to convince themselves that john couldn’t have lied, he wouldn’t have, he wasn’t the sort. he was supposed to be their friend.

and just. something about how devastating it must have been for the john of thousands of years ago to lose them both like that. to watch A— get shot; to watch M— beg for his life. only for john to be the one that kills augustine and mercymorn at the end of everything, because at some point he stopped being their friend, and he started being their god.

#TLT #john gaius #mercymorn the first #augustine the first #do you ever have feelings. about the man who became god #i love john gaius he’s TERRIBLE #that’s just how i like my men #sorry for the nonsensical ramble i got emotional #nona spoilers #ntn spoilers

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mercy-burning · 4 years ago

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Move This Along

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: After months of waiting, Spencer decides he finally wants to have sex with Reader. Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: Language, sex (oral sex- female receiving, virgin!Spence, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie) Word Count: 5.6k

Full Request: “...so a smutty oneshot with like virgin!spencer but im talkling like baby spence. and hes super blushy and cute but then when it happens its rlly raunchy and therws a lot of dirty talk. and like reader doesnt work at the bau but theyre close friends. and like she goes out to a bar with him and the team and they tease him so then she takes him home and literally fucks him after a movie or smth idk...” — @mggscumrag

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NOTE: It took me forever to figure out how I wanted to do this, but once I did, it came out so quickly! I hope it’s to your liking 🥰

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The first time she went out to meet Elle's friends from work, Y/N found herself absolutely nervous, and she wasn't sure why. She was always great with meeting new people, but for some reason, the prospect of meeting her next-door neighbor's co-workers seemed to really do a number on her.

She remembers how anxious she'd been, constantly worrying that they wouldn't like her, not to mention they were all probably super smart and strong and intimidating, just like Elle. Anyone who aided in putting away serial killers, rapists, and other monsters had to be just about the most intimidating personality there ever was.

But as Y/N soon learned, that wasn't quite the case at all.

To be fair, they were all intimidating in their own little ways, though it was really easy to forget about that when she was laughing with them, sharing drinks and stories, and exchanging phone numbers to stay in touch.

That's how she and Spencer had come to be good friends. Despite how obviously shy he was whenever they saw each other, the two of them managed to have conversations on just about everything. It usually happened that he talked and she listened to whatever he was teaching her, but she'd always add on the occasional, "Wow, I didn't know that," or "That's really fascinating." All of which she could tell he was surprised at and appreciated.

And since the first time they met at Elle's birthday party, the night she met the whole team for the first time, they'd been practically inseparable. While Y/N was good friends with the whole team, save for Gideon, who always seemed to like it better by himself, her relationship with Spencer seemed to even surpass the bond she'd built with her neighbor-slash-best friend.

Elle even told her as much one Saturday night, as the two of them were driving to the bar to meet up with everyone for a few drinks.

She'd mentioned it as a joke, but Y/N was instantly apologetic.

Elle only laughed. "Don't apologize. Actually, I think it's good that Reid has another friend outside of work. You're good for him. And you know, I think he has a little crush on you."

Warmth rushed to Y/N's cheeks, and she tried to hide it but failed miserably, causing Elle to give her a knowing smile. "Y—You don't know what you're talking about, Elle, it's not like that."

"Oh come on, it totally is. You give him the light of day when no one else does, he talks about you all the time, and everyone at work knows it."

She paused. "They... do?"

"Of course they do, we're all profilers, but it doesn't take one to see how obsessed that boy is with you. I think you should go for it."

Y/N would have been lying if she said she hadn't thought about asking him out. But in the end she had always figured it was a little weird, being that she was friends with all his and Elle's co-workers and she'd kinda been adopted into their family of sorts. But hearing what her neighbor was saying... She started to think differently about it.

"You really think so?"

Elle nodded. "Absolutely."'

"Okay," she replied with an excited smile. "Maybe I will, then."

A week later and the two of them started dating. Y/N always thinks back to the first few weeks of their relationship, how adorably shy and blush-prone Spencer was, even after they'd been together for some time. They spent almost all their free time together, and it still seemed like he was nervous to be around her. He'd assured her on multiple occasions that that wasn't the case, but Y/N still wondered why he hadn't fully warmed up to being around her.

Especially in public. Oh, in public it was worse. Y/N clung to his arm, and his face immediately got red. What confused her the most, though, was that every time she pulled away to make him more comfortable, he pulled her back in, seemingly desperate to feel her warmth.

In the end she and Spencer had grown to develop their own little communication system for public settings, something to let the other know when something was really wrong, and when to ask if the other was comfortable.

One night everyone was meeting after a rough case somewhere in Denver, and Y/N offered to buy everyone drinks once Spencer had called to tell her they were all back. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to do that, but it had been a while, so everyone was quick to except. Well, mostly everyone— Gideon as per usual went his separate way, and Hotch was eager to get home and see his family.

Y/N was waiting for them at their favorite bar downtown when she heard a loud squeal that sounded a lot like her name. Sure enough, it was easy to spot a very yellow-clad Penelope Garcia headed straight towards her with her arms stretched out for a hug when she turned around. The smile she adorned was instantaneous as her arms came out a well, embracing Penelope with a large hug that almost knocked the wind out of her.

"I missed you!" she exclaimed, still hugging Y/N and swaying them back and forth a little. "I mean, I know I don't ever travel with the team, but because of that we should hang out more."

"Next time I need some company, I know who to call."

Y/N spotted Spencer then, behind Penelope and patiently waiting for a greeting. She smiled at him and whispered, "Hi," to which Penelope must have heard.

She quickly released her from their embrace and stepped out of the way. "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm keeping you from your boy wonder."

She laughed as she transferred from Penelope's arms to Spencer's. He muttered a little, "Hi," into her hair as she squeezed him and shoved her face into his neck. If she had to bet, he was probably red as a tomato right now with how close her mouth was to his neck—it was his weakness and she knew it. And just to tease him a little bit she quickly kissed up his neck, his jaw, and placed a decent peck on his lips before pulling away and grabbing his hand.

Despite the shy smile and the blush adorning his cheeks, he squeezed her hand tight and kept her at his side like they would die if they weren't touching at all times.

Everyone gave little greetings to Y/N as they all made their way to a large booth near the back. Y/N was sitting on one side with Elle to her right and Spencer to her left, while Derek, Penelope, and JJ sat across from them. Y/N got them all their preferred drinks, and a beer for herself, which Spencer couldn't help but find oddly attractive.

He glanced over at her as she took swigs from the bottle as the night progressed, and for whatever reason the sight made his insides all warm and tingly. And when she used her unoccupied hand to grab his under the table, rubbing gentle circles over the inside of his palm with her thumb, he'd never felt more in love with another person. He wasn't even drinking any alcohol, yet his head swam and his heart soared all the same, every bone in his body humming with euphoria at just the mere thought of her.

He must have been staring a little too obviously, because Derek kicked his leg under the table, pulling him from the lovesick daydream he never wanted to leave.

"I can't tell if those are cute ol' puppy dog eyes or bedroom eyes," Derek laughed, and everyone laughed right alongside him.

"Oh, stop it," Penelope said, swatting his arm. "He's obviously just very in love with her, what more could you need to know?"

"Oh, come on, tell me you're not curious to know how they... operate."

She smacked him harder this time, and everyone laughed.

Knowing her boyfriend didn't really care for the spotlight, especially when it came to their relationship, Y/N squeezed Spencer's hand under the table in reassurance. She drew a question mark in his palm, their signal for, "Are you uncomfortable?" And he responded by drawing an "X" in her palm, their answer for, "No." She laced their fingers together then, and set her beer down.

"Morgan, our sex life isn't any of your business," she stated simply.

Spencer felt his stomach churn at the sentence, if only because said sex life was, as of late, non-existent.

He and Y/N had made out a lot, sure, but the one time they did try having sex, he made it about ten seconds being inside of her before he finished, and since then he'd been kind of embarrassed about it. They only ever made out since then, because before it ever got that far he stopped it, nervous that he'd disappoint her.

And now his non-existent sex life was the topic of conversation, and if anyone picked up on it, he would have felt worse about the whole thing.

So, he didn't stop himself from speaking. "But if you must know, it's great."

Y/N's hand tensed up in his, and she looked over at him, shock marinating in her eyes. To anyone else it would have looked like she was surprised he'd even bring it up, but he knew she was most likely more curious to know why he'd lied about it.

Their friends laughed regardless, Elle adding a curious and joking, "Care to elaborate?"

Ready to change the subject, Spencer shook his head. "Nope."

"Yeah, actually I think we're gonna head out early," Y/N added. Spencer was suddenly worried he'd made her upset, but she rubbed gentle circles into his hand that reassured him everything was okay.

He got out of the booth and Y/N followed, as their friends grumbled.

"Oh, come on, we didn't mean to embarrass you guys," Derek said.

"No, that's not it," Y/N said as she threw on a light jacket. "You just reminded me how much I'd like to operate with my boyfriend since I haven't seen him in a few days, so we're leaving. Have a good night."

Spencer felt searing heat rise to his cheeks as he turned around and ushered Y/N out the door, accompanied by low whistles and claps from their friends.

***

The two of them were sitting on the couch now, Y/N having just set down a couple classes of water.

"Sorry if you wanted to stay," she said quietly, playing with her thumbs. "You know we don't... actually have to operate if you don't want, obviously, I was just looking for something to say..."

"Oh, Y/N, I know. Don't worry about it. Really, I... I was the one who even brought it up, I should have just let you handle it."

She looked up at him with a small smile. "Why.. did you bring it up anyway?"

"Well, I... I guess I just felt embarrassed. And I know what we do together isn't any of their business, but I was just... I really was thinking about how much I love you, and when Morgan brought it up, I felt like I wasn't... living up? To your expectations? I don't..." He sighed, unsure how to properly articulate how he was feeling. "I don't know. I just thought about the last time we tried having sex, and I felt embarrassed about it, that's all."

"Oh, honey," Y/N cooed, scooting closer to him and bringing her hand up to brush some of the hair from his face. "You know, you... don't have anything to prove, right? I know how much you love me, and you don't need to be having sex with me to show me, I hope you know that."

Still, he couldn't bring himself to look at her face. "I do," he choked out, pulling at the hem of his shirt. "I'm... I'm sorry."

Y/N's tongue clicked, and she leaned into him, wrapping one of her arms around his neck and placing the other across his lap. She held him tight and kissed the side of his head. "Don't you ever be sorry, unless you cheat on me. Then there will be something to be sorry about."

He laughed at her joke, turning his head to brush his nose against hers. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she whispered, giving him the lightest of kisses on the lips.

When she pulled away, he leaned in again, kissing her a little harder, and she gladly reciprocated. With every passing second, all of his worries started to melt away like the snow to her sunshine. Within every kiss was an emanation of outpouring love and comfort that warmed his soul and gave him the confidence to try something bold.

His hands threaded through her hair as he drew her in closer, and instinctively, she climbed over his lap, resting her hands on his shoulders as he gently probed her mouth with his tongue. The sound of her sigh as she opened up to him and allowed him to fully explore her mouth with his made his stomach bubble and tense.

This would be about the time where he'd stop, telling Y/N that they should slow down, and she'd sweetly oblige and stay cuddled into his side as they drifted off to sleep.

But tonight he didn't want that.

Tonight he wanted more.

While one of his hands remained in her hair, gently massaging her scalp, the other snaked down to her lower back. He gently slid his fingers under the fabric of her shirt and pressed his palm flat against her, pulling her closer to him with a desperation that both shocked and excited her.

Deciding to test the waters, Y/N rolled her hips, feeling him jump slightly underneath her, followed by a whine that vibrated her mouth and sent a low hum of pressure through her stomach.

Still, she pulled away.

Well... She tried to.

When she pulled her face away from him, Spencer used the hand in her hair to bring her back, tilting his head in the other direction and continuing to kiss her with enough passion for the both of them. And it didn't help that the sound she made when he did it spurred him on. She whimpered loudly into his mouth, and the hand on her back involuntarily slid down to grab her ass.

"Hey," she managed to get out when he pulled away momentarily for air. "Hey, you don't... We don't have to really do this if you don't want. I—I don't want you to think that what happened earlier means we have to have sex."

"Y/N..." His hand gently kneaded her ass, and against her better judgement, she rolled her hips again, sighing out against his lips. "I don't want to put it off any longer... Really, I... I want to. I want to show you how much I love you."

She kissed him softly again, bringing both of her hands up to cradle his face. "You already do. Every day."

She was giving him an out, and Spencer appreciated it. But with the way his insides were practically melting away at her presence, he knew more than anything that this was what he wanted.

"I know," he said. "But if you don't mind, today I'd like to show you a little extra." And then he kissed her deeply again.

Her hands tightened on his face, right before they slid up and through his hair. She gently tugged at it, and he let out one of the most delicious sounds she'd ever heard. For future reference, she relished in that sound, in that feeling, and made a mental note to try it out some more when they got further along in their sexual path.

But tonight, she would let him call the shots. He was finally ready to try it again, and seeing how confident he grew in his touches and kisses when she submitted to him, it was the simplest decision.

So she remained on his lap until he made another move, encouraging him with whimpers and languid rolls of her hips against his. Her hands grew frenzied in his hair when he dipped his hand past the waistband of her jeans and underwear, sticking his fingers in only about a knuckle deep. The warmth of his hands against her bare skin sent shivers down her spine, which she let show by involuntarily grinding down on his lap.

Spencer groaned deeply more than whined this time, his grip on her hands gripping tighter to her backside. He forced himself to remove his mouth from hers long enough to breathe out, "Bedroom. Please."

As much as Y/N didn't want to get off of his lap, she knew that what waited for her in the bedroom would be worth the momentary loss of complete physical contact. So she peeled herself away from her boyfriend, grabbing him by the hand, and lead him to her bedroom.

Once the door was closed, he was on her again, caging her face between his large hands and capturing her lips in another heated kiss. They moved backwards until she hit her back against the door, and the second their movement stopped, Spencer used their standing position to press his full body weight into her, their legs tangling together.

Meanwhile, Y/N was trying to figure out where to put her hands. She wanted to brace them on his chest, but it was pressed tightly against hers. So they wandered over his back, but she couldn't decide whether to place them under his shirt or on his butt. Or maybe she wanted to grip his arms to feel the veins as they strained against his skin from holding her face. The possibilities were quite endless.

So endless that they were even surprising—Spencer noticed her wandering hands and promptly decided to place them where he wanted, which was apparently above her head. He removed his hands from her face and pinned her wrists to the door above her head, and she huffed a breath as he pulled away to speak.

"Is this okay? I wasn't too... too rough?"

The concern swimming in his lust-filled eyes drew a little whimper from her throat as she struggled to find the right words. But finally, she settled on, "That was so fucking hot..."

Relief flashed over his gaze right before he grinned. His fingers flexed against her wrists, and even though she couldn't see them, she could imagine how it looked. And it really was fucking hot.

Seeing the expression on her face, Spencer leaned forward again and kissed her one last time. Their lips moved together hungrily, dancing in perfect synchronization, the music being the frantic beating of their hearts.

And then he started to trail his kisses down her jaw and neck, keeping her hands firmly pinned to the door. Usually she was the one to explore his neck with her tongue and teeth, but this time he wanted to try it for himself. Mirroring what he'd felt her do to him hundreds of times over, he soaked in every single sound she made, from the little whimpers of pleasure to the soft, choked whispers of his name dancing over her lips. And when her hips canted forward, searching for any kind of friction, he decided to grant it to her.

As his kisses moved down along her collarbone, his hands gently slid down with him, over her arms and then down to the bottom of her shirt as he kneeled in front of her. He lifted the shirt slowly, each new inch of exposed skin being met with soft kisses until it reached her breasts. He reached up to palm them over her bra while he trailed his kisses downward again.

Even though she was wearing jeans, he pressed kisses to her legs anyway. She squirmed under his touch, and the feeling made his heart soar.

"Please, Spence," she huffed, bringing her hands down to lay overtop of his. She felt the tendons and veins in his hands as they squeezed her, and with everything she had, she tried not to beg him to use them in more interesting places. She wanted to let him take his time, to be a vessel for his exploration, but it was growing harder every second to be patient.

Thankfully he seemed to get what she was feeling, because his hands slid out from under her shirt and rested at her jeans. "Can I take these off?"

The fact that he even asked when she so clearly begged him to do it made her heart swell. "Please do," she chuckled, though it turned into a choked sigh when his fingers actually started undoing the button. And at the sound of her zipper going down, she could have come undone right there.

He pulled her jeans down slowly and helped her step out of them. And she thought maybe he'd take the next step and do the same with her underwear, but he opted to use his mouth instead.

With gentle kisses, he traced the hem of the fabric all the way to either side of her waist. And then he looked up at her with curious eyes and shifted his face, pressing his nose right up against where her clit would be. Her hands immediately went to his hair, but he grabbed her wrists again and laid them at her sides. "Do you want me to move this along?" His voice wasn't teasing as much as it was genuine curiosity.

Still, Y/N resisted the urge to tell him yes. "I—I want you to do whatever feels right. Tonight's... about you. What you want."

"Well, what I want is to make you feel good. So, again... Do you want me to move this along?"

Every time his lips moved, they brushed up against where she desperately wanted him. And it was killing her. So, she nodded vigorously. "Yes, please," she whispered.

And with that, Spencer released her hands and used his fingers to gently rub her over the fabric. The contact made her shiver visibly, and he took that as a good sign. So he wasted no more time and replaced his fingers with his tongue, fluttering his eyes closed at the taste of her. And he knew that once the thin fabric was gone it would be stronger, but even then he was thoroughly wrecked.

He kept lapping his tongue over her, feeling her panties get wetter with ever second, and he only finally removed them when she started grinding her hips closer to his face, desperate for more.

When he did finally bring his tongue to fully taste her for the first time, they both let out the filthiest sounds, months and months of build-up starting to come to a head. He tasted her like he would an ice cream cone, and for the first few moments his eyes remained closed, all his focus on this brand new sensation. But he wanted nothing more than to see her react to him. So he opened his eyes and continued his ministrations, pupils blowing wide at the sight of her above him.

She was panting, her mouth hung open and her tongue just barely peeking out over her bottom lip. Her eyes remained shut, though Spencer could tell she was struggling to open them. With a tentative flick of his tongue over her clit, he took notice of the little gasp she made, and he knew he'd found it. So he repeated his action, providing small kitten licks to her clit as she picked up her breathing and clenched her hands at her sides.

He picked up the pace then, taking note of every little thing that made her cry out or jump with pleasure until she was clutching his hair. He was sucking on her clit now, his middle finger gently sliding in and out of her when she spoke.

"Oh, fuck, keep doing that. I'm... I'm almost..."

He felt her tighten around his finger as she started careening off the edge, and he did his best to keep his eyes on her face, because it had practically been haunting him, wondering what it would be like to see her come undone at his mercy.

To say it was better than he could have ever dreamed was a severe understatement.

Y/N's head leaned back against the door, her chin jutted out so he could see the beautiful contours of her chin and neck. He saw her throat contract as she moaned out his name, saw her chest heave as she struggled to catch her breath, and best of all, he felt her flutter around his finger and mouth. And if that was high inducing, he couldn't wait to feel wat it would be like to replace them with something else.

The mere thought had him trembling.

He pulled back when she huffed out an over-stimulated, "Okay, please, please stop, oh..."

Though it could just as easily have been a painful sentiment, the hungry, dazed look in her eye suggested otherwise.

Spencer stood up and brought his finger to his mouth, still caught up in her taste before she ripped his wrist away and kissed him, threading her fingers through his hair and moaning into his mouth.

Before he could get lost in it, though, she pulled away and nodded. "Okay. I think you're wearing too many clothes."

He tilted his head down in a little flush, and with the help of Y/N, his shirt peeled away from his body and joined her pants and underwear on the floor.

Y/N mirrored his actions, kissing gently down his jaw, neck, and then down his torso. Her hands wandered his bare back as she sunk to her knees. But when her hands moved to his belt, he stopped her.

"W—wait."

She peeled her hands away and looked up at him. "Are you okay? Do you want to slow down?"

He visibly swallowed, and she could read that look on his face that he got whenever he was embarrassed to tell her something. "N—no, I... I want... the opposite, actually."

"I don't follow..."

"Well, I know that... if you return the favor, I won't last very long, a—and I... I don't want to wait anymore."

Y/N smiled, standing again and bringing her hands to rest on his shoulders. "So you're saying you... want me to move this along?"

Spencer smiled at her recollection of his words. "Yes, please."

They travelled to the bed then, Y/N taking off her shirt and bra when they got there, and leaving her completely bare to him. She sat down and reached for his belt, looking up at him as he stood.

"I'm clean and on birth control, do you still want to use a condom? I have some in my table drawer."

He thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. "As long as you're sure."

Y/N undid his belt quickly and threw it to the side, making work of his button and zipper with a smile. "Oh I'm so sure..."

The way she said it made his dick twitch, images running through his mind of how it would look seeing her filled and dripping with—

Her hand was palming him through his underwear now, and it was all he could think about. He had already been hard before, but now it was tilting on the precipice of painful pleasure. So he stopped her, taking a deep breath.

"Lay down?"

"However you want me," Y/N answered, positioning herself on the bed so she was leaning back, her head nicely laid out on the pillows.

Spencer swallowed and removed his underwear before climbing on the bed and kneeling over her. Her legs were already wide, feet flat on either side of him as he positioned himself and got ready.

She reached out and gently grabbed his forearm, a gentle smile on her face. "You ready?"

"Mhm," he answered with a curt nod, bringing himself forward to run the head of his dick through her wetness. They both sighed at the feeling, and Spencer knew he was in trouble.

It was finally happening, he was getting another chance to have sex with her, and if he didn't last long again, he was going to—

"I love you," Y/N said reassuringly, rubbing circles into the hand that rested on the inside of her thigh.

He looked into her eyes and saw that love radiating from them. It warmed his insides and gave him the confidence he needed to finally, slowly push into her as he whispered, "I love you, too."

Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he let out a large breath, leaning down to brace his arms on either side of her head. The pressure of her clenched around him was overwhelming in the best way possible, and he never wanted to move.

But he had to.

She stroked his hair, pressing soft kisses all over his face, and whispered, "I love you."

With those three words, Spencer had the courage to pull back and then forward again, testing the waters and more accurately, his limits. He picked up a slow pace that burned him from the inside out, every muscle and vein in his body on fire with the knowledge that he was finally, properly making love to the woman he was pretty sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

But he was holding back. Y/N could tell. He glided through her with ease, sure, but his eyes were squeezed shut like he was concentrating, like he was pacing himself and trying to hold on to this feeling.

She moved her hands down to his back and lightly ran her fingernails over the skin, feeling him tremble under her touch.

"You feel so good, Spence," she whispered. "So perfect for me..."

The words made his hips stutter just a little, and Y/N knew then what the hesitation was.

He wanted to go faster.

So she moved her fingers lower, cupping his ass and scratching featherlight circles into the skin as she moaned. "You like when I talk to you, baby? Does hearing my voice help you out?"

Spencer choked out a groan as he opened his eyes and saw how feral she looked. Her pupils were blown wide, her mouth was pouted cutely, and she smiled as soon as she saw him bite his lip.

"You wanna go faster?" she cooed, digging her fingernails a little harder into the flesh of his ass. "Hmm?"

"F—fuck, Y/N... I..."

"You fuck me however you need to, baby. Don't hold back. Just let it all out."

He groaned out then, his hips picking up speed. She felt the relief and the tension rolling off his body as he finally gave into his urges, and it was just about the sexiest thing she'd ever witnessed.

"That's it, baby... Don't stop... Give it to me, let me feel you..."

He leaned down and kissed her then, pumping into her harder and harder with every second. She moaned out against his mouth, swallowing all his breaths and grunts. Meanwhile her fingers gripped his ass harder, relishing in the feeling of his muscles as they aided in fucking her.

His mouth pulled away as he shoved his face into her neck, and she sighed. "You're doing so good, baby. Fuck... " His hips kept moving, and she clenched around him hard, hoping to gauge his reaction.

Sure enough, he groaned against her neck and canted his hips harder. Every thrust forward now was so deep he hit her g-spot, and the sensation made her sigh with a smile. "That's fucking right, baby... Just like that, don't stop, don't stop. You fe—el so... ohhh."

Her words lit this fire in him that was impossible to put out. His body was hers for the taking, and so he'd give her everything he had. Which is why he picked up the pace and fucked into her as hard as he could, dangerously close to finishing.

"Fuck, Spence, I'm gonna... —na..."

Y/n's moans turned into a quiet scream as she came, clenching tightly around his dick and digging her fingernails into his ass. Her eyes squeezed shut with the swirling patterns of fireworks exploding behind them, meanwhile he twitched inside of her and lost it at last. As she came down, she helped him hold himself there, deep inside her as his cum spilled over in warm increments. They both moaned out at the feeling, all their tension easing and dissipating.

By the end, all that was left between the both of them was a thin sheen of sweat and murmured promises of "I love you."

They could have fallen asleep right there. Y/N's hands slid up his backside, over his arms, and then to the back of his head, combing gently through his disheveled hair as he pressed loving kisses to the patch of skin where her neck met her collarbone. He was still inside her, unwilling to leave the warmth she provided, and she did nothing to object.

"How are you feeling?" she finally asked, opening her eyes.

Spencer tilted his head up to look at her, his heart once again swelling at the adoring look in her eyes. "I'm great."

She laughed, and he laughed with her. And they were silent for a few moments before he spoke again.

"So, uh... What we just did is what we're counting as our real first time together, right? Like, the other time doesn't count?"

Y/N laughed again, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "If you want to count this as our first time, then yes. I'd be more than happy to agree with you."

"Good. This was much better."

Even though she would never hold their first first time together against him, she was inclined to agree.

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kookiesjoonies · 4 years ago

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first & last | jjk.

↠ main pairing: best friend!jungkook x virgin!reader

↠ fic type: one shot, friends to lovers

↠ genre: smut

↠ word count: 4.2k

↠ warnings: alcohol consumption (they aren’t drunk, just a lil tipsy), explicit language, dry humping, finger sucking, light dirty talk, hand job, cum play

↠ summary: during a game of never have i ever, jungkook finds out that you haven’t had your first kiss yet and decides to show you how it’s done.

a/n: eeeeep! i’m so happy to finally have smth up for jk again bc it’s been awhile n we all know i’m whipped for this man. enjoy! feedback is always appreciated. xo

Drunken sleepovers with your best friend were your favorite. You were lying on the floor of Jungkook’s living room, the world’s thinnest blanket underneath you to act as a barrier between your back and the hard surface of the floor.

He laid to your left, nursing a bottle of cheap beer while you sipped red wine from your glass. When the two of you were buzzed, the urge to play drinking games always hit hard. You were thankful he seemed to enjoy them as much as you did, because you were always able to be your genuine, goofy self around him without fear of being judged.

Tonight’s game of choice was never have I ever— a classic, one that you wish you’d played more. Hearing all of Jungkook’s embarrassing tales always made you laugh to the point of tears, big belly laughs that caused you to wheeze.

“Alright, alright. I’ve got one,” he spoke up, causing you to tilt your head to look over at him, “never have I ever told someone they were a good kisser and didn’t mean it.”

You watched as your friend brought the bottle up to his lips and took a swig, insinuating that he had, in fact, done just that.

When you didn’t drink from your wine glass, his eyebrow cocked and he stared down at you in disbelief.

“Come on, Y/n. Sure you have!”

You shrugged, giving him a quick shake of your head.

“Nope.” Your answer was simple— too simple, which left Jungkook even more intrigued than he was to begin with.

He didn’t believe you, not by a long shot. But he should’ve. Seeing as how you’d never even kissed anyone, let alone lied about whether they were a good kisser.

Being in your twenties and having never been on a real date, or held anyone’s hand (other than your friends’, but of course, that was different), or had your first kiss wasn’t exactly the coolest thing.

You’d wanted to experience such things, but no one that had come into your life so far had been worthy enough.

Except for one person— the man that was currently staring at you with his round, beautiful doe eyes. You wanted to kick your own ass for thinking of Jungkook in such a way. He was your best friend, nothing more. And you weren’t about to ruin all of that and everything that the two of you had because of your feelings.

“So, what? Everyone that you’ve ever kissed has been exceptional?” His tone let you know that he thought you were full of shit.

“Kind of have to be kissed in order to confirm or deny that.” You mumbled, voice barely even audible.

The wine was making you brave, it seemed. You weren’t drunk enough to not realize what you’d said, but you weren’t sober enough to care.

Jungkook noticeably choked on his beer he’d been drinking, bringing the back of his hand up to wipe at the liquid gathering on the corners of his mouth.

“What did you just say?”

You sighed, sitting up and leaning your back to rest against the bottom of the sofa behind you.

“It’s not that big of a deal, Kook.”

“Uhm, yeah it is!” He exclaimed, and your eyes rolled in response.

“No, it isn’t.” You snapped back, wishing the conversation was done and over with already.

“Can I ask why you’ve never been kissed? I mean— has the opportunity never presented itself, or have you just been waiting for the right person or something?”

He wasn’t going to let it go, it seemed. So, you twirled around the red liquid in your cup, staring down at it to avoid eye contact with your best friend. Though, you could feel his chocolate eyes burning into you, and you were sure if you glanced over at him he’d be staring at you with wide eyes.

“I’ve had a few opportunities, but I just… I don’t know? I don’t want just anyone to kiss me. I want it to mean something, to be from someone special.”

You felt your cheeks begin to heat up, and you were internally cursing yourself.

“Plus,” you said, after a few seconds of awkward silence had passed, “I don’t even know how to kiss, so, I’ve always been nervous.”

Without skipping a beat, Jungkook’s voice was filling your ears again.

“I’ll teach you.”

Your eyes shot up to meet his, and you were sure the shock was apparent all over your features. Jungkook, however, seemed oddly calm.

“Uhm, thank you? But we’re best friends, it could make things weird—“

He cut you off with a shake of his head, “Nope, our friendship is solid. A little kiss isn’t going to ruin it.”

You worried at your lower lip, pondering the thought and weighing out the pros and cons.

You’d always dreamed about what his lips would feel like against yours, you were sure he’d be a skilled kisser. The thought of his hands being in your hair while your mouths moved together in heated passion, or better yet, his hands on your ass— yeah, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.

Or maybe it was the worst idea. Either way, you were about to find out.

“Okay.” You nodded, setting your nearly empty glass to the side.

“Really?” His eyes widened, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.

“Yeah, but I’d hurry before I change my mind.”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. He’d been hoping and praying that one day this day would come, and now that it finally had, he was determined to give you the best damn kiss of your life.

And it made it even better knowing that he was going to be the first person to ever touch your lips with their own. Maybe he wanted to be the first and the only. No, he definitely wanted to be the first and the only.

“Come here.” He patted his lap, and you quickly caught on.

Maybe straddling your best friend should’ve felt awkward, but this didn’t. This felt… right.

His large hands found their way onto the sides of your face, effectively cupping your cheeks. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, and you prayed that he wouldn’t be able to hear how loudly your heart was thumping against your chest.

“Is this okay?” You whispered, referring to the way your arms were resting atop his shoulders.

He nodded, flashing you that gorgeous bunny-like smile of his. Suddenly, you felt a sense of calm. All of your nerves were now replaced with adrenaline and excitement. It was amazing how quickly he was able to calm you down just with one toothy grin.

“Yeah, it’s perfect.” he assured you, rubbing the pads of his thumbs along the apples of your cheeks, “just follow my lead, yeah?”

“Yes, sir.” You teased, and he chuckled.

His eyes fell shut, and so did yours. Before you knew it, and before your brain could completely process what was happening, you were kissing Jeon Jungkook.

Fireworks went off all around you, and you could no longer hear the whirring of the AC, or the sound of the television. All you could hear were his lips smacking against yours, and the way his breath hitched as your fingers pulled at the hair at the nape of his neck.

His lips moved slowly, allowing you to get used to the whole process. He was gentle, and you were thankful for that.

You could savor his taste for the rest of your life, you were sure of it. He tasted heavily of beer mixed with the fried rice you’d shared for dinner. Perhaps it wasn’t the best combination, but it was Jungkook, so none of it mattered. You didn’t want to taste anything, or anyone else, for as long as you lived.

His tongue ran along your lower lip, and you didn’t hesitate to open up your mouth for him. His tongue slid easily inside, twisting and curling around yours as he explored every last crevice— memorizing what seemed to get a reaction out of you.

One particular move of his wet muscle against yours had you keening and moaning into his mouth, and you quickly broke the kiss, bringing your hands up and over your mouth.

“Oh, my god! I’m sorry, Kook, I—“

“Sorry for what?” He was out of breath, and his pupils were blown out.

His hair had become slightly disheveled from the way you’d been tugging at it mindlessly, and his mouth was covered in your red lipstick. He’d never looked hotter, and you were suddenly very aware of the arousal pooling in between your thighs.

“For— for making that noise, I’m—“

His fingers pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear, and his voice was soothing as he spoke.

“Why are you sorry? That was the hottest shit I’ve ever heard in my life.”

His words shocked you, “But we’re best friends! I shouldn’t be… we shouldn’t be—“

For the third time in a matter of minutes, he was cutting off your rambling.

“Friends don’t kiss like that, Y/n.”

“So, are you saying you don’t… want to be friends anymore?”

You feared his answer, ready to run away in a fit of tears if he confirmed your scariest thoughts. You couldn’t lose him, not like this.

“No, I don’t want to be friends,” your eyes began to well up, but he was quick to stop your tears from flowing with his next words, “I want to be more than that. I want to kiss you all the time, take you out on dates, among other things… whenever you’re ready for that. There’s no pressure here, because even if you don’t want this, I’m not going anywhere.”

There he goes with that damn calming smile again, the one that caused your heart to stop, yet was its very reason for beating all the same.

“I’d like that.” You grinned, shuffling your weight above him slightly to make yourself a bit more comfortable.

When he groaned and tossed his head back, you were sure you’d hurt him. But before you could offer him your string of apologies, his hands were falling to your hips to hold you in place.

“Fuck,” he sighed, “do that again. Please.”

You arched a perfectly filled in brow, “What, this?”

Your hips rolled in a similar way that they’d done before, this time with more aim and purpose. And the man below you was making the most sinful, most beautiful sounds you’d ever heard.

His length was hardening underneath you, and your eyes enlarged at the recollection. This definitely wasn’t doing your already seeping pussy any favors.

“I understand if you don’t want to jump into anything sexual right now,” he breathed, heavy and uneven, “but if you don’t, you’re going to have to get off of me because all I want to do right now is grind into you until you’re cumming in your clothes.”

“How did we go from being best friends an hour ago, to doing this?” You couldn’t stop the giggle that made its way through your lips, your hips pushing down and rolling into his once more— letting him know that you had no intentions of stopping.

“I don’t know— Jesus!,” he bit down on his bottom lip as he tightened his grip on your hips and guided their movements, “but I’m so goddamn glad you’re on top of me right now.”

“Me too.” You were quick to agree, hands bracing on his shoulders to hold yourself up.

Both of you were gasping now, reveling in the feeling of your sexes grinding against one another. Every graze of his cock against your clothed clit sent fire through your veins, and your vision was beginning to black out.

You had no idea dry humping could feel this damn good. But you were sure that it had a lot to do with the way Jungkook looked underneath you.

He was completely wrecked and fucked out already, offering you slews of curses and praises every time you came down on his dick just right.

“Fuck, I wanna be inside of you so bad,” you were bouncing against his length with fervor, no intentions of slowing down or stopping until you both reached your highs, “can’t wait to see that pretty little pussy, fill you up with my cum and mark you as mine.”

You moaned at the thought, his filthy words moving you further and further to your desired state of euphoria.

One of his hands gripped tightly on your ass, while the other rested over your clothed core. He looked up at you, silently asking for permission. He knew you’d never done anything like this with anyone before, and he wasn’t about to try and make you do anything that you were uncomfortable with.

“Go ahead,” you gasped, barely having time to register what he was doing until his fingers were circling over your clit.

You were very thankful that you’d decided to wear cloth pajama shorts, and thin ones at that. He could feel everything— and so could you. Your hips bucked up and into his hand as you rode his cock, begging for him to make you cum.

“You’re so fucking soaked, babe. It’s leaking through your shorts.” He smirked at the sight, gathering up a bit of the dampness on the tips of his fingers.

The way he inserted the two digits into his mouth had you crying out, nearly on the verge of tears from the sight alone.

“Wanna taste?” He asked, and you eagerly nodded.

He collected more of your wetness onto his fingertips, and you made a show of sucking on them lewdly once they entered into your mouth.

“Nasty little girl, aren’t you?”

As if to prove his point, you used your own fingers to reach into your panties, gathering your arousal straight from the source.

His was practically salivating, eyes begging for you to let him clean your fingers off with his tongue.

As if reading his mind, you nodded. And he wasted no time before suckling your fingertips into his mouth. He moaned around them, savoring your sweet taste. He wished like hell he could pin you down and clean you up with his tongue, but he knew you weren’t ready for that, and he was respectful.

Still, he was determined to make you cum. He wanted desperately to see what you looked like when you came undone.

“No more games.” He growled, his hands returning to your hips to hold you steady above him.

He fucked up against you, the outline of his cock hitting your sensitive bundle of nerves each time.

Soon, you were crying out and squirming— a poor attempt at trying to get away.

“F-fuck! Oh, my god!” you couldn’t stop the way your hips rolled, or the way your thighs began to shake, “Kook! Holy shit, I’m gonna—“

Before you could even finish your sentence, your orgasm washed over you and you came harder than you ever had before in your life. Your body felt hot, and every single one of your limbs were shaking. The only thing you were able to say or remember was Jungkook’s name, chanting it like a prayer as you slowly came back down to earth.

“That was fucking beautiful,” He was quick to compliment you, staring down at the apparent dark spot on your light pink shorts, “just wanna clean that all up, then do it all over again.”

Your face was flushed, and you weren’t sure whether it was from the mind blowing orgasm you’d just had or his words. You couldn’t be bothered to care, your body falling limp against his as he held your delicate frame close to him.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” You huffed, and you felt the rumble of Jungkook’s chest as he chuckled.

“So, you wanna go on a date tomorrow?” His hand caressed your back, and your eyes fell shut at the soothing feeling.

“Mhm.” You were dozing off, barely aware of what he’d said at all.

He just simply smiled at you, pressing his lips to kiss the top of your head.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and get you to sleep.”

You nodded as he stood up from the floor, cradling you in his arms.

“Good idea.” You mumbled, nuzzling your cheek against his chest.

He carried you down the short hallway to his master bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot. You were already nearly asleep as he laid you down on the right side of his bed.

Jungkook kissed at your temple before making his way over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of his boxers for you to change into. He disappeared into the en-suite bathroom for a moment, carrying a damp cloth in his hand when he returned.

You smiled at him, eyes half open.

“This feels like a dream.”

The weight of the mattress shifted as he sat down beside you, holding out the fresh change of undergarments and the towel for you.

“Tell me about it.” He grinned, turning his head away from you to give you some privacy as you changed out of your soiled shorts.

You were thankful for that— for how respectful he was.

As you pulled your shorts down along with your panties, a realization hit you and your eyes widened.

“Kook!” you shrieked, startling the man, “you didn’t cum!”

He barked out a laugh at your outburst. Just when he thought you couldn’t get any cuter, you were quick to prove him wrong.

“I know, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!” You insisted, quickly wiping your thighs clean and pulling on the plaid boxers he’d given you.

“Babe, I promise, it’s okay. Tonight was all about you, I wanted to make you feel good.”

Your lower lip pushed out and into a pout, your hands reaching forward to grab his face so that you could make him look at you.

“But, I wanted to make you cum.”

He hissed at your words, willing his cock not to rise. He knew you were tired, and there’d be plenty of time for you to get him off later.

“Let’s get some sleep, yeah? We can fool around tomorrow if you want to.”

You sighed, a tiny frown present on your face now.

“Can I just… give you a hand job, or something?”

You didn’t miss the way he groaned at your words, or the way his eyes quickly screwed shut.

“If you want to, you can. But don’t feel like you have to, I promise, it’s okay.”

“I want to,” you didn’t hesitate in replying, “but I’ve never done it before, so…”

Before you knew it, he was moving to lie down beside you on the other side of the bed. He was already sporting a tent in his athletic shorts, which had you nearly drooling. Based on the outline, he was sure to be huge. You prayed that you were right.

Jungkook looked relaxed, large eyes staring up at you and waiting for you to make a move. He flashed you an encouraging smile, his hands resting behind his head.

“Go ahead, do whatever you want. No need for you to be shy, it’s just me.”

Just him.

If anything, those words did little to calm your nerves. You’d only ever dreamed about being in similar predicaments with your best friend. And now that it was real and happening, you were petrified that you’d do something wrong and send him running in the opposite direction.

Taking a mental deep breath, you sat up in the bed and crossed your legs as you turned your body to sit right beside his lower half.

You reached a shaky hand forward, brushing your fingertips over the outline of his rock hard length. As your fingertips danced and teased over his covered cock, Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat.

Carefully studying his face to watch his reactions, you pulled his shorts down and he lifted his hips to help you out.

The tight, grey briefs he was wearing left little to the imagination. You could see every ridge and curve of his thick length, and drool was collecting on the corners of your mouth as you admired it.

“Like what you see?” His voice was teasing, and he wiggled his hips.

You laughed, rolling your eyes at his actions.

Yeah, it was just Jungkook. Your best friend. The one person you trusted and loved most in this world. It was okay. This was okay.

With your newfound confidence, you tugged his underwear down, his impressive dick springing free in the process.

You moaned quietly at the sight.

Sure, you were a virgin and didn’t have much to compare it to, but you were positive he had the prettiest cock you’d ever seen— and would ever see in your life. The head was perfectly pink and already dripping with precum, long veins running from base to tip. You couldn’t wait for the day it would be buried inside of you, and your cunt clenched around nothing at the thought alone.

Your hand instinctively found itself wrapped around his length as best it could, fingers unable to connect to your palm due to his size. Jungkook let out a breathy sigh at the sudden contact, his eyes glued to the way your hand began to do a few test pumps.

“Yeah,” he sighed, tilting his head back, “just like that. A little faster.”

With his guidance, you did as he suggested and picked up the speed of your hand. You watched the way his face contorted, the way his eyes screwed shut and pulled together as you ran your thumb over his slit, collecting the moisture leaking from it to use as makeshift lube.

Deciding to take a risk, you collect a bit of saliva in your mouth before allowing it to drip down and onto his cock.

“Hoooooly fuck, that’s hot.” You smirked at Jungkook’s praise and approval, working your hand up and down his shaft at a quicker and easier pace now thanks to the slick your spit had created.

The faster your hand pumped, the harder it became for Jungkook to properly breathe. He was panting, curses and praises of your name leaving his lips every so often.

You brought your free hand up to work at his balls, rolling and caressing them in a way that seemed to drive the man halfway to insanity.

“Fuck, you sure this is your first time doing this?” He breathed out the words, his arm falling to rest over his eyes as he attempted to keep himself composed.

“Swear.” You responded, eyes glued to the way his bottom lip was now rested between his teeth.

One final twist of your palm had him reeling, gripping at the sheets underneath him with one hand— his other coming to wrap around your wrist as you continued to work him toward his end.

He was moaning shamelessly, not the least bit shy in letting you know how amazing you were making him feel. Maybe it was the way you were fondling him, or maybe it was the fact that it was you giving him the best hand job he was sure he’d ever had.

He decided it was probably a combination of both as his hips thrust up wildly, effectively fucking his dick into your grasp. The way his cock seemed to twitch let you know he was close, and you brought your hand up and then back down as fast as you could.

He came with a loud moan of your name, his sperm coating his lower stomach and your hand all at the same time. You watched in awe as he lost himself, pride settling in as you realized that you were the one responsible for his orgasm.

As Jungkook’s body slowly stopped writhing, you removed your hand from his member. You waited for him to make eye contact with you again before you dipped your fingertips into the cum on the back of your other hand and brought them up and into your mouth.

“Goddamn.” He groaned, marveling at your erotic behavior.

You effectively cleaned his seed from your fingers, swallowing it and showing him your tongue along with your empty mouth.

“That was amazing.” His compliments sent butterflies straight to your stomach, and he was pulling your mouth down to crash on his before you could respond.

“I love you.” You were mumbling the words against his lips before you even realized what you were saying.

You were panicking instantly, kicking your own ass for blurting it out. Sure, you’d said you loved each other before, but not like this.

The feeling of Jungkook grinning against your mouth is what calmed you, and you matched his smile with one of your own.

His forehead rested against yours as he pulled away, and the two of you let out a sigh of content.

“I love you too, you know.” His hand caressed your lower back as he spoke, your thumb running over his cheek.

“I was hoping.” You giggled, and he simply shook his head at you.

This was it, you thought.

You never wanted to kiss anyone else, or do anything remotely sexual with anyone else. He was going to be your first everything, you were sure of it. And you hoped that he’d be your last.

*do NOT reupload/repost on any site, translate without my permission, or claim as your own.

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pyraintuitive · 4 years ago

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Hey!! I was wondering if i could put in a request for a ranboo, tubbo, and tommy x reader (platonic) were they meet up with the reader who doesn’t live close to them, and they just hang out like go to the park and stuff!!!! Thank you and make sure to get lots of rest and drink plenty of water!!:)

thank you, remember to also take care of yourself and here’s your request..

(Platonic!)Ranboo, Tubbo, Tommy meeting a reader irl

Ranboo

• after hours spent together on discord and playing minecraft you started to plan a meeting.

• and when flying was available again Ranboo immediately booked a flight to your city.

• you were excited and quite scared. it was happening so fast, you couldn’t believe that you’re going to meet your friend in real life.

• but there he was, walking in the direction of the café that you two decided to meet at.

• you noticed him first, so you ran to him really fast, forgetting about previous nervousness, and hugged him tightly, happy to see him.

• at first he was a little bit confused, but when he looked down and realised it was you he just smiled and hugged you back.

“i thought you were lying about your height”

“yeah, it’s nice to see you too”

• you started to walk to the same café that you planned to meet at. you were walking-jumping, firstly because you were that excited and happy, and secondly it helped you to keep up with Ranboo, because man’s tall and walks fast.

• you got your drinks and headed to a nearby park.

• you were talking all that time without any break, you two were just that excited. it was like you had to tell each other so many things, that you were scared that you won't have enough time for that.

• you walked to a playground, and because it was getting quite late there were no children to be seen. so you guys went there without hesitation.

• you immediately got on the swing, since it was your favourite thing on the playground.

“Seriously, y/n?”

“What?”

“You know that I can’t use this properly because of my height.”

“Well, take the L, tall ass.”

• you spent there an hour or two acting like two kids who definitely ate too much sugar, but you had so much fun.

• and after that, it got dark so you two went to your place. the next few days will be really fun.

Tubbo

• you weren’t living in the same country as him, but at least you both live in Europe. so it wasn’t that hard to meet, you just had to wait until the virus calms down.

• and when it did you booked a flight to England since you always wanted to go there.

• he was already waiting for you at the airport.

• and when he saw you he got so excited and started shouting your name and running to you. you immediately spotted him out and so did the rest of the people there.

• he closed you in a hug and you two just started jumping in a circle. people were oddly staring at you, but you couldn’t care less, cuz you just met one of your closest friends.

“i’m so happy that we finally met. i have to show you so many things like…”

yes, he planned everything for that day.

• first you went to mcdonalds, cuz you were quite hungry after the flight. you ordered your food and chatted there for a little while.

• then you went to his house so you could leave your bags in there. you also met then his family, including his sister, that you had the opportunity to talk to before

• after that you went to a beach with some snacks and drinks to just sit there and talk.

• you had a lovely time. you were constantly laughing with him, it was just so great.

• he also brought one of his ukuleles and started playing songs that you two know best.

• and you both were sitting there until it got really late and tubbo’s parents called him and told him that you had to go back home.

Tommyinnit

• meeting with him would be so spontaneous. he just once texted you “we shall meet irl” and cuz you actually wanted to meet him you agreed.

• you lived in another country, but close to England (like Netherlands, Belgium, France or smth) so it wasn't that big of a problem for Tommy to book a flight to you.

• you decided to pick him up from the airport being afraid that he could get lost on his own abroad.

• you were waiting for him and when he suddenly showed up he was pointing his camera at you. yeah, he decided to make a vlog out of this whole meeting.

“I’m vlogging y/n” he said pointing his camera even closer at you.

“Yeah, I can tell”

• you got on the bus to your place and tommy was filming practically everything which was quite funny for you.

“y/n don’t laugh at me, this is my first time in this country”

• you got into your house and exhausted tommy just lied on your couch.

“What are you doing Thomas? We have so many things to do today!”

• you dragged this poor boy outside to show him your city.

• after a little bit of sightseeing you two sat on a bench in the park eating some chips.

• and when you wanted to head back home, Tommy came up with an idea to do something more fun than sightseeing.. so you two went to the arcade.

• you didn’t want to spend much time there but it was so fun that you lost track of time.

• at the end you went back to your place really late, but at least Tommy had his second vlog gun.

#mcyt requests #mcyt x y/n #ranboo x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tubbo x reader

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mizunetzu · 4 years ago

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hi hi! so uhh i may or may not be that one guy who wrote the kaede fic 🙃 but i was wondering if i could request a gn reader, who’s like aizawas adopted kid (it’s a lowkey thing but they never rlly try to keep it a secret) and basically all the staff treat u like their own. maybe reader and iida are dating and everyone’s high key shocked cuz reader and iida have v contrasting personalities? (ex: reader: sarcastic, ironic, clumsy, etc, while iidas the opposite) idk man i just rlly love aizawa and anime men with glasses what can i say? feel free to ignore if u don’t wanna write it, have a good day <33

Heeeeellooooo !! I wasn’t sure whether to put this in my platonic section or my Iida section in my masterlist so I figured I’d put it in both HAHAHAHA enjoy my headcannons bc I couldn’t think of a story plot-

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Headcannons - Aizawas kid dating Iida

⚠️warnings - haha none

pronouns - genderneutral, they/them

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I think we should get this out of the way

UR LIFE IS A FUCJIN SHIT SHOW

I mean it’s not like a bad shit show but it’s definitely main character vibes

Sorry Midoryia

U WERE ADOPTED BY MOTHERFUCKING AIZAWA

YOU PRACTICALLY HAVE TWO DADS AND ONE OF THOSE SUPER COOL AUNTS WHO LETS YOU DO STUFF AIZAWA WONT ALLOW

He lets you sit in the teachers lounge during lunch or any free time

Or when he has to stay at UA and can’t drive u home (before the dorm system sidjdjjddj)

Which leads me to: Mic and Midnight

Aka: DISASTER INFLUENCES

Whenever Mic spots u in the teachers lounge he makes it a point to acknowledge your existence in the loudest was possible

“hey HEY HEY! ITS LIL’ AIZAWA! IN THE LOUNGE! EATING THEIR BENTO! WITH CHOPSTICKS!”

if it ain’t obvious enough HAHAHAA

Midnight is such a bad influence Jesus Christ don’t get me started

She’d sneak you money when Aizawa does some wack shit

“Hey kid”

*slips a twenty*

“don’t tell your dad I gave this to you he was tooootally a jerk for not letting you beat up that 1-H kid.”

She also once tried setting you up with some kid in a different course

Aizawa got BIG MAD HAHAHA

Mic ‘babysits’ because he doesn’t trust Midnight to do so (before dorm system ofc)

It’s more of you babysitting him with all his work problems tho

One time you were on Hands Up Radio

That was fun

ANYWAYS

For the people who just wanted the platonic Dadzawa section of this rq, stop reading here HAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHA

ok so

Since you had freedom of the UA teachers lounge

You were,,.more carefree than most

So when you turn up one day like “hey me and Iida are going out on a date I can’t b late sorry”

When I tell you Aizawa gasped

Like this man is poker face to a tee

But

THIS MAN WAS SHOCKED

Mic literally went 😀>😳>😃>🤩😍🥳

Midnight was like “aww cute !! ✨❤️”

He drove you to the cafe where y’all were meeting so he could confirm y’all were like,,,on a date and not you just,,,using him as an excuse to buy drugs or smth

When he saw Iida there waiting he was like “this is fine. Everything is fine. Iida is responsible.”

ok but mans was like *nervous dad sweating*

when Iida saw u n dadzawa turn up his face went from happy to confused to stressed and SCARED-

He was like “oh shit did Aizawa sensei find out bout us FUCK I’m so sorry pls don’t tell tensei <:((“

Course he wasn’t cussing but-

Iida and Aizawa talked for like 5 minutes before he left yall to ur date thegernrj

SPEAKING OF TENSEI

Since he’s a more popular hero and didn’t work at UA you didn’t see him as much as you did Mic or Midnight

But you still met him on occasion bc he was close with Aizawa and Mic and shit

The class didn’t find out that you and Iida were a thing until Iida told them

THEY GASPED TOO HAHAHAHA

CLASS DAYDREAMER WITH THE MAN WHO HAS A STICK UP HIS ASS

PERSON WHO STRUGGLES TO PAY ATTENTION WITH THE MAN WHO HAS A STICK UP HIS ASS

CREATIVE INCLINED PERSON WITH THE MAN WHO HAS A STICK UP HIS-

Literally Mina was tryna set u two up for the LONGEST TIME AND SHE WAS SO ANGEE WHEN SHE FOUND OUT YALL WERE JUST PRETENDING NOT TO DATE WHILE SHE BUSTED HER ASS TRYNA NUDGE YALL TOGETHER

She got over it when she saw you and Iida hug *romatically*

she literally squealed HAHAHAH

remember when I said “u didn’t see tensei often bc he was a busy hero and he didn’t work at ur dads job” or smth

I lied

after his legs went bonk bonk and you went bink bink with iida, you pretty much see him 24/7

like you thought you were dating Iida? No ur dating Iida and his brother

that sounds wrong wait I didn’t mean it like that

BUT YOU GET MY POINT

#Iida tenya #tenya Iida #pls show up in the tags #bnha x reader #bnha x male reader #mha x male reader #mha x gn reader #bnha x gn!reader #Bnha x gn reader #mha x gn!reader #dadzawa #mr aizawa #my hero academia aizawa #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #tenya iida x reader #iida x male reader #tenya x reader

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idontknowwhattomakemyurllol · 4 years ago

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Rivals

Summary: You had joined the ball and just found out you will be one of the many candidates to be Prince Todoroki’s wife. But are one of the few that The King has his eyes on. As you meet your rival at the ball, you begin to favor her more than your supposed love interest.

Warning : Reader is a girl!

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS BUT I DID IT!! So yes...The ending is very rushed BUT HEY IM TRYING OKAY. Originally “idea 1″ was supposed to be a modern au thing but I ended up making this so yeah- might make this a miniseries if I’m up for it! Uhhh ENJOY or smth

The Ball

The waltz began. Many guests, including you, entered the ballroom. As you locked arms with your father, the Lord of a noble house you became mesmerized with how majestic the ballroom was. You knew it would be large since it was a castle, but you didn’t realize how small the room would make you feel. Looking up at the gigantic chandelier that hung on the high ceiling, you wondered how many stacks of books it would take for it to reach to the top. It was filled with people, as if you were many fish in the sea. Like a flock of birds gathered around together.

Every maiden in the kingdom wanted to be here and who could blame them. But their reasoning was not the same as yours. They wanted to see the Prince. Prince Todoroki, Shoto. You didn’t want to sound so full of yourself, but you weren’t that interested in him. Of course, even you would admit he is quite attractive. Even with that scar on his face that suddenly appeared somewhere around his childhood.

But back to the topic, you never really were interested. The only reason you were excited to come here was because of the castle and its many wonders. There have been whispers of what lies within this castle. Some say ghosts of the old kings haunt this castle at night. That all the late nobles come together at night in the ballroom, when there is no light, to have an annual ball. Others say that there are secret rooms filled with the many treasures of the kingdom. Hidden away from any thieves who dare to try and steal it away. You wanted to know about it all.

As you and your father walked, you finally realized who you were approaching. The King, Todoroki Enji, and his son The Prince, Todoroki Shoto. As you slowly approached them you slowly let go of your father’s arm. Preparing to curtsy. And you did, smiling at The King when you lifted your head to look at him. You had seen him in your house somewhere during your childhood, since your father was a friend of his. But you were never allowed to go to the castle or to speak to him yourself.

.“My King, it is good to see you are doing well.” Your father greeted. The King, who others call, “Endeavor”, nodded. “Thank you, I’m glad to see you’re doing fine.” the giant man then looked at you for a quick moment before turning back to your father. “This is your daughter I presume?” He asked. Your father nodded, “This is my lovely daughter, L/N Y/N.” as your father stated your name you curtsied once more. “It is an honor to be in your presence, My King.” although you never really agreed with what the king did, and honestly you quite disliked him, the least you could do was respect him.

The King huffed, “So she is one of the candidates for the role of my young Shoto’s wife.” the statement made your eyes go wide. And you did your best to gracefully lift your head up and look at your father. Your father filled with delight agreed. “Why yes, my daughter is quite the lady. I’m sure she’d make a great wife for the young prince.” Your eyes stared at your father. A disappointed stare.

You weren’t against the idea of marriage. Although the idea of marrying a man made you uncomfortable the biggest reasons were that marriage is arranged and that it takes what little freedom you have.You wanted to be free, to see the world for what it truly was, good or bad. You wanted an adventure. An adventure where you would ride your house out into the wild and try to catch the beautiful sunset. An adventure that you could write a book about. You wanted and adventure. But of course, at the back of your mind you knew it could never be true. You were just a girl, you couldn’t do that. No matter how hard you dreamed, it could never be.

E/c eyes look towards the young Prince who didn’t even look at you. He seemed angry, maybe he didn’t want to get married either. He also looked quite sad, a tint of disappointment in his dual eyes, but you could tell it was mostly filled with frustration. You had heard that he and his father don’t get along. There were rumors that his father had something to do with the scar on the poor boy’s face. And something to do with his mother. The Prince was known to love his mother dearly. And when she was sent away that was about the same time his scar was revealed.

“Good luck competing for his heart. I advise you to do your best, since there is another candidate I believe is worthy of the royal life.” your train of thoughts stopped as he said that and you looked to him. A bit afraid of him honestly. “And who is that, if I may ask..?” you tried to speak up, but the realization of getting a husband made you tense. “Lady Yaoyorozu Momo.”

Yaoyorozu Momo. You had heard of her before. She was said to be very beautiful, intelligent, and well mannered. Everything a proper lady should be. At least that’s what most people said a lady should be. You’ve always wanted to meet her and see for yourself who she was. From what you heard she sounded quite lovely.

Nodding, you tried to clear the thoughts from your head. You just wanted to get away from this conversation as fast as you could. And then a man announced from the entrance. “Welcoming, The House of Yaoyorozu.” and there she was.

What people said about her did her justice. Hair as dark as a midnight sky. Eyes twinkled as if there were millions of stars within them. Fair and smooth porcelain skin. Soft and graceful movements. With every step she took, it looked like she was floating. Her dress flowed with her as she walked down the stairs. She looked like an angel, scratch that, a goddess from Heaven. And she took your breath away.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. She looked beautiful. Too good to be true. And even as you stared at her you only realized that she was near you when her Father spoke. “My King, it is good to see you again. And lord L/N, it is quite the honor to finally meet you.” the man reached out his hand and your father shook it. “I’ve heard good things about you. It is an honor to meet you as well.” your father replied, a smile gracing his face.

The Prince looked at the Lady and she smiled. And you felt a sting in your heart. Right. You are supposed to compete for The Prince’s heart. Why did that make you so sad? “My Prince, may I introduce my daughter. Yaoyorozu Momo.” and as she was introduced she curtsied. “It is an honor to be in your presence, Prince Todoroki.” The Prince simply nodded and didn’t say a word, which made you frustrated. A beautiful woman had just greeted you and all he could do was nod. Seemed quite ungrateful to you.

“Lady Yaoyrozu, this is Lady L/N. You two will be competing for The Prince’s heart.” your father placed a hand on your shoulder and gently pushed you towards her, since you were hiding behind your father as soon as she entered. You felt your heart beat out of your chest when he did and felt your face begin to burn. Yaoyorozu’s eyes widened when she saw you and you felt like you stopped breathing. You then realized the tint of red spreading across her cheeks.

“Lady L/N, I hope we can still be friends even if we are supposedly rivals!” she blurted out, she seemed a little nervous which made you laugh in relief, knowing you weren’t the only one who felt that way. “It is an honor to meet you as well, Lady Yaoyorozu. And I’d love to be your friend.” you smiled and you saw her smile back.

You and your father then bid them goodbye so that The Yaoyorozus could talk to The Todorokis And the whole time you couldn’t stop thinking about her. While in the middle of conversations with others you glanced at her a lot. Wanting to talk to her more, you just needed to find the opportunity. Then you were told to dance by your father. You never really liked dancing. Only time you did was with your mother and father, and that was rare. Whenever you would dance with someone else you always felt quite uncomfortable. It didn’t feel right. You always tried to get out of it but it seems you couldn’t this time. So you begrudgingly complied.

As you danced with the many strangers and few friends you wondered how long it would take until the dance ended. Spinning around the room and being passed to the next stranger and onto the next then the next then the next. It felt exhausting to you. Especially since some would try to start a conversation. Most of the time you would love to have a small chat but you weren’t necessarily in the mood to talk to any of the men. You closed your eyes as you were passed onto the next. And heard a small gasp when they held your waist. It didn’t feel like the touch of a man. And so you opened your eyes to find. Yaoyorozu leading the dance.

You blushed bright red as you continued to dance with her. “L-Lady Yaoyorozu! What are you doing..?” you asked as she spun you for a bit. “I just went up to the man dancing with you a while ago and was about to speak before he tossed you over to me..! I’m sorry! I grabbed your waist by instinct!!” she apologized and you laughed. “I-It’s alright! It’s just a little weird for two girls to be dancing together isn’t it?” you laughed again, for some reason you couldn’t stop smiling around her. You heard her laugh in return, and felt like you wanted to scream! In a good way. “A little. But it does feel quite nice not to have some man hold my waist a little too tightly!” she joked and you sympathized with her. There were some men who let’s say..Weren’t the best of dancers.

“We should probably get out of here. If we don’t want more people to stare at us.” you suggested noticing a few of the guests talking about the two of you and she agreed. Looking out towards a door that leads to a balcony before taking control again and spinning the two of you towards that direction. Some people noticed, but you didn’t really care. You were having too much fun to care enough about what they think.

The cool breeze hit both of your faces as you somehow managed to open the door, all while holding each other’s hand. The two of you laughing and at the same time trying to catch your breath. “Did you see that one woman’s face..? She seemed so disgusted at the sight of us dancing!! It was hilarious!!” you giggled and Momo agreed. “I know!! I don’t usually find joy in doing these things but just seeing all their faces because we were holding hands..!” you both cackled.

Catching her breath Yaoyorozu then slowly walked towards the concrete railing and looked out at the garden below. You went after her and followed her gaze. It was a statue of two young girls sitting next to each other. “That’s a lovely statue.” you commented and Yaoyorozu hummed. “They seem so calm and safe together.” The statement peeked your interest. “If I may ask…Do you not feel comfortable around others..?” you asked. Hoping it wasn’t too personal. “Well…Around some people yes haha. Don’t you as well..?” she asked and you nodded. “I hope you don’t think of me as weird, but I usually feel uncomfortable with men courting me..” The lady admitted. And you stared in bewilderment.

“You. One of the most beautiful woman I have ever ever seen does not like being courted..? That’s a bit of a surprise.” She stopped for a moment and looked at you, red spreading across her cheeks. “You..Think I’m beautiful?” she said a bit dazed.

Now you were the one blushing. “Well..Yeah I think you’re quite beautiful..I assumed you’ve been told that a million times by many men and women though…” you uttered. Playing with a strand of hair. Her lips parted for a moment before she averted your gaze “Well…Yes but I didn’t expect you to think the same…” “What do you mean..?” you questioned a bit baffled about what she had said. “Well….I didn’t think that somebody as breathtaking as you would think that I’m beautiful…I was quite shocked when you laughed at me, I thought you were going to hate me for messing up!” she confessed. A bit embarrassed as she said that.

She thought you were pretty..? The thought left you speechless. While you were at a lost for words that made Yaoyorozu assume that you didn’t like what she said. “Oh my..I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to insult you..” she apologized. You jumped and waved your hands around realizing you gave the wrong impression. “W-What!? No, no, no! I’m sorry! I was just shocked that you thought about me that way!! I-In a good way of course!!” you said, hoping to make the air less tense. “A-Ah, I see. Sorry..” she said again. “Stop saying sorry Lady Yaoyorozu, It’s not your fault. Just a little misunderstanding, yes? It’s not like you said I was ugly or anything!” she snorted but nodded.

“You know what? I know we just met but I’ve never met anyone like you.” she spoke and you smiled. “Really now? Are you just trying to flatter me or are you telling the truth?” you teased and she chuckled “I am telling the truth! I’ve never felt so safe around someone…Not in a long while at least.” she persisted. “I feel like I can do stupid things around you and you wouldn’t judge me. You’d probably laugh but you wouldn’t judge..! It’s so weird isn’t it. I’ve known you for only a couple hours and yet I feel like I can trust you with my life. It just doesn’t make sense.” she muttered. You beamed and shook your head. “Don’t worry, I feel the same way. I feel like I’ve known you for years even though I don’t even know what your favorite flower is.” you sighed.

“Asters.” she mentioned. “What?” “Asters..I think they’re quite lovely.” she said and you mouthed an ‘O’. “Well I’ll have to get you some the next time we meet then.” you noted and she turned to you smiling softly. “I’d love that. Thank you.”

Looking back at the door, you realized that you two would have to go back. Back to that…Was all that all really worth it? Just for some guy who didn’t really care about you? He’s rich, handsome, and smart, but is it really worth what you two have right now..? ”What’s wrong?” she asked, a bit concerned that you suddenly went quiet. “Do you think we’re really gonna have to fight each other just for him…?” you expressed your concern. You didn’t wanna lose her so soon. You didn’t want to lose her ever. You don’t want to let her go.

She put her hand on top of yours and spoke. “Well, we would have to fight. It’s what they want. But we won’t hate each other right? Just some friendly rivalry. I believe that we’ll stay friends, and become good friends later on no matter what happens. Don’t you feel the same..?” she asked, a bit bashful that she had said something so cheesy. But you could tell she meant every word she said.

You were once again at a lose for words. Feeling like you were on cloud 9 when she looked at you like that. She looked at you like you were the most precious thing in her life. You could tell, it was written all over her face. The faint blush you could see on her cheeks made you blush in return. The soft smile she gave left your body melting. You finally muttered a “Yes.” and couldn’t say anything else. You just stared at each other. Before your body moved on it’s own and inched towards her little by little, as you moved you noticed her copying you and moving closer as well.

Only a few inches away from each other you could feel her breath reaching your face. And as you were about to get even closer you heard the door creak. The two of you flinched and immediately backed away from each other. Creating a safe distance for people to assume you weren’t about to do what you think you were about to.

The door opened to reveal your father. “Y/N! I see you’ve become well acquainted with your rival, that is nice of you.” he said as he walked towards the two flustered women. “Ah- yes father. I believe we have..” you lingered on the last word and looked at her, and your eyes met. “Very close friends..” you added on before looking back at the tall man. He looked between the two of you and smiled. “That’s good to hear! Now I won’t have to worry about going to war with her father!’ he joked and you nervously chuckled. “Haha…Why…Yes..” you said, your voice trembling in fear of the thought.

“Lady Yaoyrozu, you must come with us. Your father has requested for you to return to his side at once.” he announced. Grabbing your hand to drag you along. You grabbed Yaoyorozu’s hand as fast as you could to make sure she wouldn’t get left behind and felt a shock of electricity coursing through you. Her eyes widened as she got dragged along with you and your father and intertwined her fingers with yours. She held your hand tighter, and it felt so right to hold her hand like this. Not wanting to let go,

But you tried not to get flustered. Not wanting your father to see you like this. Taking a deep breath and following your father’s pace. Not long after Yaoyorozu did the same. You two entered the ballroom and saw Yaoyorozu’s dad walking towards you. Yaoyorozu immediately let go of your hand and you felt a wave of sadness wash over your body. “Momo, dear. You haven’t had a chance to dance with The Young Prince yet. Remember what me and your mother told you.” the man said approaching the three of you. Yaoyorozu looked up at her father. Looking like she was about to say something before closing her mouth and saying something else instead. “Yes father, I remember.” she sighed. You looked at her worriedly. This seemed quite stressful for her.

He nodded in approval, “Good. Thank you Lady L/N, for keeping my daughter company but we must go now.” he gave a short bow before taking his daughter’s hand and pulled her away from you. Yaoyorozu looked behind her and smiled at you sadly. You waved at her and disappeared into the crowd of people, your dad leading the way as he saw a good friend and wanted to introduce you to them.

The night had suddenly went from exhilarating to exhausting in the matter of a few minutes. As soon as you bid her goodbye you felt a bit tired. You talked to a couple of people that night and none of them seemed to interest you, not as much as she did. You wanted to see her again, talk to her again, anything. You just wanted to see her, but she was nowhere to be found. As your father chatted with another friend of his you looked towards the dance floor, only maybe an hour ago the two of you were there dancing together.

Black hair caught your field of vision. Her red dress flowing with every spin and step. As he put his hand on her waist, leading the dance. The Prince and The Lady. Dancing together. Your heart stung and you looked at them. Your brain couldn’t even process a single thought. All you saw was them. You started hearing the whispers from some of the other guests. “Look at that, Lady Yaoyorozu is dancing with The Prince!!” “Ahh! Some girl is dancing with The Prince! I’m so jealous!!” “It should’ve been me..!” mixed opinions about the two of them both bad and good. But you didn’t care. That only added to the fire burning your heart. You looked at the way Yaoyorozu looked at him, gaze full of adoration and care. And you bit your lip. Wanting to scream and break the two up. You didn’t know why you were feeling this way but you did not like it one bit.

You coughed and nudged your father’s shoulder and he turned his focus to you. “Father, may I go out to get some fresh air?” you asked, trying not to sound like you were begging to get away from this. “Ah, jealous of Lady Yaoyorozu dancing with The Prince I see! Don’t worry child you’ll get your turn.” he laughed and you wanted to yell at him so bad. Holding back you smiled. “Yes, a little. But really father, may I go?” you asked again and he nodded. “Be sure to come back right away though. Maybe you’ll get to dance with The Prince later on!!”.

Not replying to your father you walked away from the ballroom, just wanting to get away from it all. Just for a little bit. You wondered if you should go to the balcony knowing it would make you feel worse. But you went anyway. Opening the doors and being greeted with the cold breeze again. You sighed and closed the gigantic doors. “Oh, hello.” somebody greeted and you flinched. Swiftly turning your head to see who it was. It was The Princess, Todoroki Fuyumi. Your eyes widened as you laid eyes on her.

Beautiful white hair with strands of red within them, a shade of gray for her eyes. She looked magical. As if you were wandering through a forest and found a mythical creature. You stuttered, knowing you had to greet her but not finding the courage to move. “A-Are you alright? You seem quite startled..” she commented. “S-Sorry! Your majesty!!” you sputtered and curtsied as gracefully as you could. Something was wrong with you today. She jumped, a bit surprised and laughed at the sudden movement “It’s alright. I’d be startled as well. No need for the formalities.” she said kindly.

You blushed, embarrassed that you were so nervous in front of The Princess. “Please, lift your head up.” she requested, and you hesitantly lifted your head up to find her in front of you lending a hand. You gulped but took it, why is everyone’s hands so soft? She leaded you to the railing and you both gazed on the garden. “Uhm..Your Majesty.” you started. “Please, just call me Fuyumi. I really don’t mind.” she chuckled. “Oh..Okay..Well then..Princess Fuyumi uhm..” you mumbled. “Why are you here? The only people I’ve really seen at the party is The King and The Prince..Aren’t you and The other Prince supposed to attend as well…?” you asked.

She sighed and looked at the fountain, rather sadly. “Oh- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to ask such a personal question!!” you exclaimed and she jumped, startled, again. “No no it’s okay! It’s just..” she stopped. Smiling sadly. "It’s a bit private..But I’m here because the party just seemed..A bit tense to me.” she sighed again and you nodded. “What about you? Oh I’m sorry I haven’t even asked for your name!” Fuyumi smiled. “Oh..I just wanted some fresh air haha it seems a little crowded in there.” you stated. Fuyumil laughed, a soft and gentle laugh. “It is expected, since we don’t throw parties much, and..Since Shoto is to look for a bride…” her gaze softened and she frowned.

“is..The Prince not fond of the idea of marriage?” you said out loud, not really realizing you did. Fuyumi’s eyebrows lifted and before you could apologize she spoke. “Well, not really. I truly do believe he wants a family as much as the next person. The thing is..It’s chosen by father.” she explained and you shut up. “He has expressed how he doesn’t want to be engaged just yet and wants to marry who he wants. But of course, Father won’t allow it.” she bit her lip and clenched her fist a bit. “Father wants Shoto to rule the kingdom, so I’m not surprised that he’s already searching for a suitable bride.” she turned to you and saw your worried expression. Laughing she brushed It off. “Apologies, I did not mean to say so much.” she waved her hand a little. “No it’s alright! I’m a bit glad you told me, at least now I understand why The Prince was acting that way.” Fuyumi hummed and rested her cheek on her hand. “Now you still haven’t told me your name…” your eyes widened as you realized you still haven’t told her. “Oh- Sorry! It’s L/N..”

Fuyumi smiled. “L/N Y/N..I believe I’ve heard of you before.” she said. Your eyes widened in surprise that she knew your first name. “Y/N…A lovely name.” she complimented and you blushed. “T-Thank you, Princess Fuyumi.” you thanked her. Fuyumi looked at the doors leading to the party. “How about I introduce you to my brother? I’m sure you two would be good friends.” your heart stopped, and not in the good way that you liked. As you looked at the door sadly as well. Fuyumi noticed and it clicked. “Oh..Oh my I’m sorry I didn’t realize..” you shook your head. “No it’s alright. I should get used to it.” you let out a breathy laugh.

The lady with hair as white as now frowned. “Do you not want to get married as well?” she asked. You rested your arms on the railings. Looking at the statue of the two girls that Yaoyorozu had mentioned. “I’m not sure. I feel like I do want to get married. Spending my whole life with someone who makes me truly happy sounds delightful but..” you looked downcast and you felt your heart sink. “But..?” Fuyumi repeated. You sighed, “But…I can’t imagine myself getting married to anyone…Whenever I do it just..Doesn’t feel right..” Fuyumi hummed. “Maybe you haven’t found the right person yet.” she encouraged. Images of Yaoyorozu then filled your thoughts and you closed your eyes. “Maybe.” is all you said.

The Princess took your hand and your eyes shot open. “Do you wanna go back inside? We can even go together!” she encouraged. You smiled at her optimism. Although you didn’t really feel prepared, you felt a bit safe around her. She was The Princess. And if this would help you clear your thoughts a little, why not. So you decided to go. Fuyumi closed the doors and walked with you then she locked her arms with yours. Making your cheeks flush red. Yet you replicated the gesture and tried to regain your composure. Arm in arm you both entered the party. As you did you felt the stares of the other party guests and the small whispers that came along with it. You gulped but that only made The Princess’ grip a bit tighter, as if reassuring you that you’ll be okay.

The gesture helped you relax a bit. “Are you okay with talking to other guests right now?” she asked. You were confused as to why she wanted to talk to other guests with you but you nodded. As long as she was there and led the conversation you should be fine. Fuyumi leaded you around the ballroom talking to many other guests, introducing you to new people. It helped you take your mind off of things for a bit, but you still wondered where Yaoyorozu was. You chatted with more and more people. And you felt quite busy.

It was nearly the end of the ball, maybe a few minutes until it would end. As you were listening to a story that one of Fuyumi’s friends was telling, The Princess tapped her shoulder. “Is it okay if I steal Y/N for a moment?” hearing your first name come from Fuyumi’s mouth was a bit shocking, even though she was referring to you as such the entire time. The girl agreed and Fuyumi stole you away from her. Locking arms with you and taking you to where The King was. “P-Princess Fuyumi, where are we going..?” you asked even though you were fully aware of where you were going.

“To my father, I want to introduce you to him.” she said happily and you grimaced. The King seemed to notice his daughter walking over to him and turned his focus to the two of you, dismissing whoever he was talking to. Fuyumi smiled sweetly at her father, even though he did not return it. “Good evening Father.” she greeted and the two of you curtsied at the same time. Lifting your heads up at the same time as well, only she was looking directly at her father while you looked the other way. She locked arms with you once more. “I wanted to introduce you to a friend, Lady L/N Y/N.” she said, as if this was the first time you two met. You sighed but smiled up at the giant man. “It is an honor to see you again, My King.”

The King huffed, “It is good to see you too.” Fuyumi looked between the two of you. “Ah! You two have already met...I see. My apologies then, Father.” she said nervously. “I don’t mind.” he said, noticing you two locking arms. “You’ve become quite close I take it.” he commented, he was probably expecting you to answer since he was looking directly at you. “Yes Your Majesty, I believe me and Princess Fuyumi have become quite close.” King Todoroki glared a bit at Fuyumi, and while that sent a shiver down both of your spines Fuyumi seemed to be less afraid. “Why is she calling you by your first name?” he asked, a bit annoyed. “I asked her to, Father. Don’t get mad at her.” she said in a clear voice. They stared at each other for a few moments until it seemed as If he let it go.

Another guest approached the three of you and Fuyumi asked to be excused. Her Father agreed and she dragged you away. “That went well.” Fuyumi happily spoke. “Are you kidding? I felt like he was going to kill me just by his stare!” you whisper shouted. “Father can..Be quite..Aggressive..B-But I’m sure he means well!” Fuyumi tried to reassure you. But you weren’t sure if it was helping. “I want to see your father before the night ends and tell him how wonderful you are haha!” You blushed at the compliment. Why do you keep blushing. “Fuyumi why are you doing this for me?” you asked, laughing a bit at what she had said. Fuyumi looked directly at you for a moment before speaking. As if she was thinking of what to say. “Because, you seem like a nice person and I want to get to know you better.” she smiled. You felt a bit relieved for some reason.

Looking around the ballroom you searched for your father with Fuyumi, but couldn’t find him. And then the clock had struck and King Todoroku had given his closing speech. The ball was coming to an end. As guests bid each other goodbye you and Fuyumi wondered where your father was. “Oh goodness, where is your father?” she said in between bidding her guests. “I don’t know…” “Lady L/N…?”

You swiftly turned your head to see Yaoyorozu walking towards you in all her glory. “A-Ah, Lady Yaoyorozu.” you let go of Fuyumi’s arm and walked to her. “What are you doing here Lady Yaoyorozu? Where is your Father?” you asked her in concern. “I was looking for you. I wanted to say goodbye before I had to go. I thought you would’ve went with your Father by now but he was waiting outside..” she said. So that’s where he was. “Oh alright. Thank you then!” you smiled. “Princess Fuyumi! I know where my father is!” you called out. She turned her head and bowed quickly to the person she was talking to and ran over to you.

“P-Princess?” Yaoyorozu stuttered. “Princess Todoroki! Your higness! It is an honor to finally meet you!” Yaoyorozu quickly curtsied. ‘Cute.’ you thought. “It is an honor to meet you too, Lady Yaoyorozu.” Fuyumi smiled. “Now Y/N, let’s get you to your father, I want to see you off! Lady Yaoyorozu please do tag a long!” Fuyumi offered. Yaoyorozu’s eyes widened looking between you and Fuyumi.Her brows furrowed for a moment before she loosened up, she seemed to have brush off whatever she was thinking. “Of course, Your Majesty!” she said, her voice calm this time. Fuyumi walked, a hand on your shoulder and Yaoyorozu followed, walking beside you as well.

You looked down at Yaoyorozu’s hand wanting to hold it until. “Y/N! There you are.” your father’s voice boomed through the room. Your father bowed before Princess Fuyumi and he thanked her for keeping you company. While he did Yaoyorozu quickly leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “I’ll write a letter to you when I get home. It was nice spending some time with you, Y/N.” she said, before walking away to her father. You blushed at her saying your first name and you felt dizzy, in a good way..? “Y/N? What’s wrong? You seem red..!” Fuyumi spoke and you laughed. “W-What? O-OH! Sorry!! haha..” you exclaimed looking back at the direction Yaoyorozu walked away from. Fuyumi looked at where you were looking and she was still confused. She hugged you anyways and you returned the gesture, feeling like you were about to ascend into heaven at any moment. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N!” she smiled and let go. Bidding your Father goodbye before running off to the hall,a couple of guards following her on the way.

“Y/N, let’s go. Your mother would want to hear all about what happened.” he laughed, taking your hand and guiding you through the halls. Guards following behind you. “She sure will.” you agreed. Already knowing that you will be bombarded with questions when you get home. “So, did you have fun tonight? You must be sad that you didn’t get to dance with The Prince.” he said. You looked up at him, and thought about everything that happened. “I had fun today, Father. My rival is quite lovely.” Your father raised a brow, “You do know you will have to fight each other dear.” you shrugged. “She’s my friend papa, I can tell that that won’t come between us.”

#yaoyorozu x reader #momo yaoyorozu x you #yaoyorozu momo x reader #yaoyorozu x you #yaoyorozu x self insert

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stargaze-issei · 4 years ago

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— 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴? will you be able to move on with someone else, or will he manage to get you back?

-ˏˋ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˊˎ-

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1.0k

𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭; kuroo is the best human being ever and we should appreciate him everyday.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; i still think this is trash?? but i gotta post smth??? so yeah??

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; @elianetsantana @kuxredere @kiritokunuwu @haikyuu-bitch @kellesvt @virgoamajiki @mirikusashes @dabisdominion @halparkebitch @euphorin @sana-li @just-snog-already @l0veyoubetter @angrylittleriri @rienin @i-suck-dick-for-bitcoin

this wasn't what kuroo pictured for his weekend with you in miyagi, but he couldn't complain at all. your head rested on his thighs, while he bluntly caressed your hair, focusing more on your face than in the movie playing in your tv. he could see your eyes closed and feel your relaxed breaths, you fell asleep a while ago, not even ten minutes into the movie, but he hadn't had the heart to wake you nor start the promised conversation between you two.

when he arrived to your apartment, you were obviously hangover. yachi was nowhere to be found, instead, a yellow post-it disrupted in your bedroom door.

"i left some food for you in the counter, let me know how it goes with kuroo!!! ily xx.

–yachi"

if it weren't for kuroo, you wouldn't have noticed it. turned out, hangover you was much like a baby, and even though kuroo felt a little anxious for the unspoken topic, he couldn't stop thinking how cute you were. he liked taking care of you, no matter the situation, it was something he discovered so long ago, that now it came a natural for him.

you moved in your place, about to wake up, scaring kuroo enough to remove his hands from you.

"keep going, feels nice" a shiver ran down through kuroo's back, maybe it was your raspy, sleepy voice, or the fact that you longed his touch, or to have you so close. the variables were endless, because every single one of your actions unchained an explosion of reactions inside him. "what time is it?"

"i don't have my watch, but i think around four?" you eyes shot open, as you suddenly remembered the reason why you were with kuroo that exact moment.

"we had to talk" a soft smirk blossomed in kuroo, making you sink in regret. dumb you, thinking you could spend the whole day cuddling when there was something to be done, something both of you needed.

your phone vibrated, showing a notification from tsukishima, bringing all your forgotten worries back. for a moment, you forgot about your split emotions, about that damned decision you couldn't bring yourself to take. it must've been pretty obvious you were falling into a rabbit hole, at least to the boy in front of you, because his arms quickly wrapped you in a tight, reassuring hug.

"stop overthinking everything, this doesn't have to be an stressful situation for you... nor me” you laughed at his lats comment, easing a little bit of the tension gathering in your shoulders. “do you want me to go first?” he asked, always one step ahead of anything you could think.

“could you, please?” kuroo finally let go of his grab, making himself more comfortable in your couch, urging you to mirror his movements.

after a long sigh, which seemed like he assembling the needed strength to say whatever he was about to say, he spoke.

“i think i’m in love with you” you heart race at the statement, being so straight forward wasn’t like him at all, so it caught you off guard. not that you could’ve prepared to hear that, even with all the anticipation in the world “no, i’m sure of it. i’ve been for a while, well, a while as in years... this is not coming as i thought it would”

the night before, kuroo lied awake for more hours than usual, alone with his thoughts, trying to convince himself he was capable of confessing his feelings. it wasn’t the first time he was in that situation, as a bad joke, he remembered looking at your face, talking about your first kiss with tsukishima, while his love confession got lost in the tip of his tongue. he didn’t have the heart to break off your fantasy, bringing you a unnecessary problem. he never needed to kiss you, or call you his to be happy, he was content with being by your side, even as your best friend. his old self couldn’t come to terms with the fact that he actually had a chance with you, that his confession wouldn’t make you sad or uncomfortable, but you reciprocated his feelings. maybe not as hard as he did, but in some level. and kuroo was sure he could make you fall in love with him as much as he did with you.

“before you transferred to karasuno, before tsukishima, when it was just you, me and kenma. it started as a silly crush, you were so pretty and nice, and basically the only girl i knew, so it caught feelings rather quickly. i think i was nine the first time i saw you that way, but i fell hard after, when i started highschool and wasn’t able to see you as much as i did before.” kuroo took a break to pass his hands around his hair before looking at you, listening carefully at every word that left his mouth. you looked beautiful, hangover and everything, his heart raced at the urge to catch your lips in a kiss. he couldn’t, not right now, but he wanted to so bad.

“you never told me...” his smirk disappeared, what made you think you said something wrong. kuroo shook his head towards you, looking you straight in the eye. you knew why he never told you, you could make your own assumptions. he probably didn’t want to disrupt your happiness with tsukishima. it was exactly as akaashi said once, kuroo always put you before himself. “tsukishima” you said, more as a loud thought that anything else.

“exactly. don’t get me wrong, i love tsukki, he is a great guy, but i always thought i was better for you. when i saw how happy you were, i thought that i might’ve been wrong, that maybe you were meant to be with him, but after your break up... i would never, y/n, never make you feel like that.”

“i know, tetsu...” kuroo sighed, preparing himself for the worst. maybe he didn’t have a chance, maybe you were going to reject him after all those years. “i can’t decide right now, i like you so much, but-”

“but you like tsukki too” he smiled once again, regaining his trust in himself. “that means i still have a chance, right?”

“are you willing to-?”

“there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you, angel” your heart raced at an insane pace, in the heat of the moment, kuroo leaned towards you, cupping your face in his warm hands. if your phone hadn’t vibrated, you wouldn’t have had the strength to pull away.

“i’m going to show you what’s like to be in love with kuroo tetsuro”

#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #kuroo tetsuro #haikyuu smau #kuroo smau #tsukishima smau #haikyuu tsukishima #back in highschool; txt

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janiedean · 3 years ago

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I came from a country where being gay is not illegal but still very badly seen so what Eric did to me came off as spoiled and privileged. Nigerian men risk their lives every time they try to live and he just comes on a holiday risk for nothing and get a high out of it like... I get he is a poc in uk so racism but he is still privileged in respect to Nigerian living there and it felt like when tourists do all they want and use foreign countries as a eat pray love playground for adrenaline and Deep Moments

thanks for having partially confirmed to me one thing i didn’t quite know how to articulate and again i don’t… right with the premise that ofc not being poc and/or lgbt myself so my opinion is worth what it’s worth i felt like not only it made eric come off as privileged and not quite realizing it - or if it was the target then it wasn’t well written nor did it come across well - the points that imvho are not well put in this entire narrative are the following

let’s say one target was ‘we want eric to reconnect with the nigerian part of his heritage and realize that being gay in the uk is a privileged position in comparison to being gay in nigeria’: there is a single moment where he feels unsafe on the car but then he goes into the bar and it was played as… like THRILLING WILL WE GET CAUGHT OR NOT but i didn’t perceive that he felt in danger or like he realized exactly what he was facing

the whole family reconnection part was like… his mom lied about her husband bc family peace and kind of forces him to not be out bc she fears for his safety so like now unless i remember wrong eric has been out/never felt like he didn’t have to be since the show started so it should have a) given him insight re how it feels to NOT being able to be out b) let his mom connect with him on having to lie abt your significant other part c) concluded with at least a hint he could come out to nigerian family and like… point b) was more or less explored, c) was hinted bc he talked to his grandma abt adam but a) felt ABSOLUTELY missing because he comes back and everything he seems to gather from it is I WANT TO GO TO BARS BECAUSE I CAN? and most of all……. going through a) should have made him more sympathetic to adam’s struggles and instead it seemed like he deduced ‘oh since in nigeria it’s illegal then it makes no sense he’s taking so much time’ like…? it’s… a pretty self centered take to get out of this entire experience and if it was a check your privilege storyline then good but… it didn’t feel like that was how they framed honestly and why talking abt adam to the grandma if he’s gonna dump him????

now the eat pray love thing you mentioned is… i mean i felt like it was along those lines but as stated couldn’t be sure re my take but again my issue is with how they went at it, bc you CAN do that narrative if you clearly frame it as ‘we like eric and he’s a swell guy but he’s not free from that kinda behavior in light of the fact that living in the uk gives him automatic privilege wrt being out so we’re going to explore how he deals with it and it might be badly but then he learns from it and checks his privilege’ like it’s smth that can happen and everyone in this show has been shitty wrt smth at some point which is good bc it means everyone is written realistically… i’m not sure the narrative said THAT but it didn’t look like even the writers knew bc it was all over the place?? and i mean… i get that this show has realistic teenagers which means they can behave like petty assholes but like it was rushed, badly explained, not overt re wtf they wanted to do with this storyline and it’s not clear if eric even cares at the end?? and thats ooc anyway bc the eric we saw until this point isn’t… that callous or dismissive? and it never seemed to me like they wanted to write him as positive char that progressively gets less sympayhetic so honestly this entire plotline looks stupid

like the thing is at the end of it: - has eric reconnected to his nigerian heritage/found a way to balance it with his uk background? doesn’t seem to me like he did - has eric concluded anything re telling the nigerian side of his family that he’s out? no - has eric gained some actual insight from his experience that’s not ‘I want to go to bars because I can and I have no patience for someone who needs to take it slower’? doesn’t seem to me like he did - has eric realized that adam not being ready to tell his own mom stuff was a sort of parallel situation to his own mother not being ready to tell her mom stuff and like... if eric’s own mom lied about her partner to her family for years and still wasn’t ready to do it then why is giving adam a bit more time to tell his own mom especially given his less than stellar background re accepting himself and coming out such a hardship? no and we just don’t know basically this entire plotline could have gone a bunch of different places that were interesting/could have caused strong conflict/interesting storytelling but it didn’t do any of these things and fell back on like... cheap drama for the sake of it and honestly idt it was very sensitive wrt anything included in it which honestly strikes me as odd bc if sex ed ever did one thing right was treating sensitive subjects well without dancing around it or making things sugarcoated and still letting the characters not be cardboards so I’m very very perplexed about it and I just hope they plan to reveal wtf they wanted it to be next year because honestly I don’t know what it wanted to be and if they didn’t make it clear it’s not good writing - which until now they had in spades, therefore....

like, there’s nothing... narratively wrong in ‘I want to show that character X who faces racism and homophobia in the UK would have privilege wrt being able to be out/live his sexuality without shame in the UK and not in the country his family comes from and he has no idea because he hasn’t entertained that thought and he might come off as unpleasant or incapable of immediately getting it while that happens’, but the thing is that in this specific narrative it’s not clear whether eric got it or if he didn’t bc teenagers are shallow and don’t get it (which..... I mean the teens in this show aren’t exactly shallow like that so that doesn’t really hold up) or if he’s having trouble processing it or if the trip shook his entire world (didn’t seem like it) so like... I should hope next season it’s addressed what they want this thing to be because honestly idk and I don’t particularly like the direction it took

this adding that anyway again the way they broke eric and adam off like that makes the whole S2 finale look sour and eric come off like an asshole also wrt rahim because I mean, one thing is ‘eric has been in love with adam/has liked adam best all along but adam wasn’t around and he liked rahim so he gave it a shot but rahim wasn’t it for him so when adam does the great love gesture for him in front of everyone he decides to leave rahim for him’ because like that sucked for rahim anyway but it also wouldn’t have been fair to him to not break it off if eric had stronger feelings for someone else (and that was clear from the get-go) and then when they get together eric puts effort in it and they go places, one thing is ‘all of that happens but then the moment they aren’t on the exact same page and/or eric realizes he doesn’t want to put the necessary effort into respecting the time adam needs to handle his things even when adam forgives him and says he’ll try to get on track with him’ and so the solution is nah let’s break up instead of putting some work into it when ngl adam has been doing 85% of that this season................. it makes him look like the moment there’s an obstacle to a relationship he’s in or his partner isn’t on the same wavelength he’d just rather break it off first instead of giving it a go and that’s not a really great look on him and as stated it makes the thing with rahim look really bad because again one thing is leaving someone you like for someone who feels like is the love of your life and another thing is leaving someone you like for someone who loves you that much but then you’ll leave them too because..... he needs time to talk to his mother and he’s not ready to be fully out when he comes from repressingyourfeelingsinternalizedhomobiphobia central? like........ dunno but it just feels sour and like nothing one would expect out of eric as he was written/developed until now so I’mma just wait to see what they do next season but it’s just not good writing all around

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #sex education spoilers #sex education for ts #janie rants #i mean i have... issues also wrt jean's infidelity™ storyline #esp in light of the fact that it was anti terf season which i ABSOLUTELY appreciated a whole fucking lot #and wrt a lot of stuff happening for the sake of cheapass drama which could have been obtained differently #let's not talk about the aimee and steve thing issues #bc that also was a choice™#idk the fact that NO ONE literally NO ONE except ola and lily got nice things #AND honestly ola deserved a lot worse narratively bc she did lily way dirty #was... a choice #long post for ts #idk idk idk #there was a lot of good stuff this season but the implications at the last couple eps......... eeeeh

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Her Over Me

TW: death, verbal fighting

Request: Maybe can you do a Spence x teen! Daughter where Spencer’s new girlfriend is a total ass to y/n and despite her efforts to convince Spencer that she’s extremely harsh, Spencer brushes her off and ignores her until she finally snaps and gets enough of his ignorance, lashing out on him unexpectedly for caring so much for his girlfriend instead of his daughter and she just runs to Garcia’s or JJ’s or smth and spencer finally realizes the truth when his gf asks where the annoying ‘brat’ is? Thank u!

Note: Okay, hopefully this is alright HAH I’ve never written one with Spencer being a dad before, but this was fun. Thank you for the request!!

Pairings:

Spencer Reid x Girlfriend

Spencer Reid x Daughter!Reader

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You never liked your fathers new girlfriend. You weren’t sure what he saw in her, or how he didn’t notice the pure evil that bubbled inside the woman’s veins, considering he was a profiler and a genius and all that. He should’ve noticed her behavior a long time ago.

But alas, he didn’t. As the saying goes, love is blind. You’d tried to bring it up a few times, only to be brushed off, and gave up once you understood he was never going to believe you. The woman was nice to you in front of him, but became someone else when he was gone. You were convinced that if he wasn’t so head over heels for her, he probably would’ve noticed. It was so out of character for him not to, but for a while you didn’t want to ruin his happiness. He hadn’t been interested in anyone since your mom passed away, and even though he pretended to be happy, you had the genetics of a profiler, and just knew he hadn’t been for so long. Not completely, anyway.

When she came home, your mood changed, as though you were putting an extra wall up.

“Y/N, get over here and take these bags. I won’t wait.” she said.

“Alright.” you for the most part just tried to be compliant. You didn’t want any issues, or even worse, punishment, which had happened more than once now due to her incredible lying of ‘Y/N said this, Y/N said that, I think it’s because she doesn’t like me’ blah blah blah. She knew which buttons to push.

“Hurry it up, I have things to do.” she said angrily. You picked up the grocery bags and placed them on the island in the kitchen area. As you did, though, a glass salsa jar fell out and onto the floor, cracking into two pieces. You quickly started picking up the pieces and frantically tried to clean it.

“My God, Y/N! I just bought that! You can’t get anything right, can you? I don’t even understand why Spencer doesn’t just put you up for god damn adoption, you’re such a pain to be around. You owe me three dollars and fifty cents for that, and gas money to go back to the store.” she yelled, “For God sake, if I was your mom, I’d die, too.”

You stopped. You turned so quickly that it would’ve given someone whiplash. This was it. This was the last straw. All those times of her calling you a burden, of her blaming everything on you, trying to get rid of you in any way she could. She doesn’t belong in this family. She’s an outsider. What right does she have mentioning your mother. It hit too close to home, especially since you beat yourself up every day over feeling guilty of your mother’s death, and missing her more than words could even describe. It was your breaking point.

“You know what, Catherine,”

“Catrina” she interrupted.

“Catherine!” you screamed, “You vile, stupid excuse of a woman. Keep my mother out of your slimy, filthy mouth. You don’t have a place in this house.”

“Excuse me? How dare you tell me what to do, you stupid brat! I’ll tell Spencer about how awful you are, and maybe he’ll punish you again.”

“Honestly Caitlin, I don’t give a god damn. Put your own groceries away. In fact-“ you turned around and dropped all the glass piece back to the floor, “you can clean them the hell up, too.” the two of you broke out in a screaming match then, throwing insults back and forth at the top of your lungs.

Eventually, Spencer walked in at some point. You didn’t notice, but Catrina did. Her tone had changed, and she as calmer, and anomy somewhat nicer while you absolutely destroyed her.

“Y/N!” he yelled. You turned around. You’d never heard him yell at you like that before.

“Dad! I swear to you. She is literally so harsh. She treats me like trash! And you just let her! She brought up mo-“

“Really? Because I’m pretty sure it’s you who’s screaming at her. I know you’re upset because you miss your mom, but you can’t throw tantrums like this anymore, Y/N.”

You stopped. Anymore? Tantrums? You had et your father’s girlfriend walk all over you this whole time. All those times she got you in trouble she’d bent the truth dramatically. You hadn’t even yelled at her once until now.

“You’re really going to believe her over your own kid, aren’t you?” you shook your head, “You know what, that’s cool. Do what you want. I’ll do what Cathy has wanted me to do the whole time and see myself out. You know, for some alleged genius and incredible profiler, you’re too easily manipulated. Have fun on date night.”

“Y/N, get back here!”

But it was too late. You’d snatched the keys, walked out and slammed the door. Your eyes were blurry as the apartment elevator closed before Spencer could get to you, and you made your way down to the garage.

You got in the car and just drove. You weren’t sure where your body was taking you, but it was just on autopilot, and you eventually ended up at JJ’s, a coworker of your father’s.

You rang the bell, practically about to pass out from crying so much. JJ answered the door pretty quickly, and her face dropped with incredible amounts of concern that you could almost feel it.

“Y/N, oh my God, what’s going on?”

“Spen- and- a- an-“ you couldn’t even speak. You’d put up with this witch for so long for him, and you were his kid, and he just believed her so easily.

“Okay, hey, hey wait. Come inside, you have to sit down, okay?” JJ helped you in to her living room. The house was seemingly empty, so you assumed Will must’ve taken the kids somewhere. For a few minutes you just cried on her couch while she sat next to you trying to comfort you. Eventually calming down, you began to explain everything from the beginning. The disgusted looks, the insults, the lying, the this, the that, just everything.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, that’s terrible.” JJ said, “Spence really hasn’t said anything about it?”

“No! Literally nothing! He doesn’t even think it’s happening. He doesn’t find it suspicious at all it’s so weird. He gives a damn so much about her that he’ll just like, see past it.” you replied.

“That’s so unlike him.” she said, “Do you want me to talk to him?”

You shook your head, “It’s just cause more problems with his dumb girlfriend. I don’t even care that he has a girlfriend! He thinks that I hate her because I miss my mom, but I hate her because she’s so mean to me all the time when he isn’t around. The only reason I lost it today was because she brought up my mom.”

“Is that why you got angry at her? What’d she say?”

“She literally said that if she were my mom, she’d die, too. Like firstly, who says that? What kind of insult is that? Secondly, who would bring up someone’s literal dead mother in any situation, let alone over a stupid jar?” you asked. JJ shrugged, not knowing what to say. You both talked for a few more hours after that, ignoring every attempt Spencer had tried to call you.

“Y/N, you’re genuinely welcome here any time if you need to get away from that.” she said.

“Thanks, JJ, I honestly might take you up on that.” you smiled. You said your goodbyes and made your way home.

When you walked through the front door of your apartment, you saw the two of them sitting on the couch together. Spencer looked at you, you looked back and just walked into your room as though life was normal. That’s all you could do for now. For the following few days, you spent most of your time at JJ’s. Penelope was there too, every once in a while, and once you told her the story, she almost went to straighten Spencer out herself. Garcia wasn’t the type to get angry, but when she was, it was like the day had just suddenly turned to night it was so dark. But, you convinced her out of it, saying you’d deal with it somehow and that you didn’t want anyone else involved.

Spencer had been waiting for his girlfriend to go out when you mysteriously disappeared for the millionth time this week. She walked in a black body con dress, and her beauty almost mesmerized him.

“Hey,” she smiled. She quickly looked around as her and Spencer got closer, “where’s that annoying little brat?”

And that’s when it finally clicked for him. All of those behaviors he’d picked up on, the way she looked at the top of his head when talking about how you had done something, the way her voice seemed to fluctuate, even just the way she walked around the house. It was almost like a snap back to reality for him, and he regretted ignoring it before. He knew now that you were telling the truth this whole time, and that he’d just looked over you.

“Get out.” he said.

“Spence, what?”

“That’s Dr. Reid for you. Get out of my house. You lied this whole time about Y/N.” his voice was raising, which she’d never seen happen before.

“What? Spence- no, let’s talk this out, you don’t understand!”

“You’re right, I don’t understand. How can I understand someone who treats my kid like nothing and lies about her for no reason? I can understand what you get out of it, a power trip, maybe. Maybe it stems from how you were raised as a child, since you said your mother did the same to you and now you’re doing it unto someone else. So most likely she’s just a surrogate to represent your younger self, correct? You’ve got the same hair color and eye color, so it actually adds up.” he rambled off angrily, but he stopped quickly, “Get out. Take your crap with you. Don’t call me again, we’re done.”

He slammed the door behind her.

When Spencer showed up to JJ’s house, you, Garcia, and JJ fell silent.

“Y/N, can we talk privately?” he asked. Looking at the two other women, they nodded their heads and gestured for you to go. You both walked out to Spencer’s car, getting in, and starting for a drive.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, you were right this whole time.”

“Yeah, I know.” you retorted. He sighed.

“Genuinely, Y/N. Catrina’s gone I kicked her out. I should’ve seen who she really was from the beginning. I noticed all the signs and just went anyway. More importantly I should’ve listened to you.”

You stayed silent. What were you supposed to do in a situation like this? You were still mad at him, but wanted to forgive him.

“I’m genuinely sorry.”

“I’ll forgive you eventually, but I’m pissed about it for now.” you stated.

“Which completely makes sense, you have every right to be.”

“Something that might help your case would be a nice trip to the mall, you know. . . “ you smirked. He laughed. The two of you drove around for about an hour and a half talking things out, and the day ended with you, Spencer, Garcia, and JJ all going out together. Of course, not before Garcia and JJ almost killed him, but once it was somewhat settled, the four of you had a good time, especially with you having the satisfaction of knowing that Catrina was literally kicked out of your house.

#Spencer reid #Dr Spencer Reid #Doctor Spencer Reid #Criminal minds x Reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x you #JJ #Jennifer Jereau #Penelope Garcia #Garcia #Spencer x daughter reader #daughter reader

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