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#and they both (probably) die (and also worried about falling into some other not exactly stereotypes but common depressing things)
hqbaby · 8 months
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fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader
you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?
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word count. 1.9k content. fwb, swearing, car sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of pet names (pretty girl, babe, sweet girl)
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“How do you know if you like someone?”
“If they have a buttload of cash.”
“How much is a buttload?”
“I dunno, like a hundred million yen?”
“And it has to be in cash?”
“You can probably count assets too.”
“Sounds sensible.”
You and Oikawa are on the floor of his dorm room busy folding pieces of origami paper into rings. Somehow, you had both convinced each other that, if you weren’t able to make a thousand, you’d be single forever and die on the toilet. Neither of you are willing to take that risk.
“Hold on,” he says, head shooting up to look at you.
“Don’t stop!” you scold, finishing the ring he had disregarded. “Think of the toilet death, Tooru.”
His lips spread out into a grin. “Why do you wanna know if you like someone?” he asks teasingly. “Is there something I should know about? Or, more importantly, someone?”
“What? No. Ew boys. Cooties.”
“It wouldn’t happen to be the boy you’ve been seeing, would it?” he presses, ignoring how you urge him to get back to the origami. “The one Iwa said you gave your number to?”
You groan, flopping onto the carpet and avoiding your best friend’s gaze. “It’s not like that, okay?”
He squeals, like actually squeals. “Y/N’s got a crush!” he proclaims in a sing-song voice before proceeding to make kissy faces. “Is that why you’ve been so busy this week?”
“I haven’t been busy.”
“You so have,” he says. “I don’t even know who the boy is! Iwa never told me, said I should hear it from you.”
You gulp. “Right, about that…”
Oikawa looks at you expectantly. “Yes?”
“He’s kinda… your teammate.”
Suddenly, his face turns dark, a scowl now taking over his features. “Y/N,” he says in a low voice, “What have I told you about dating volleyball players?”
“Don’t… do it?” you answer tentatively. 
“Exactly! Don’t do it!” he tells you. “We’re all assholes! You know that more than anyone.”
He’s right, of course, you know he is. You’ve been friends with him since you were in middle school, inseparable since highschool. You were there to witness all the broken hearts that he and the rest of his teammates left in their wake. They didn’t mean to do it most of the time, but they did it anyway. It’s why he never let you date any of them and made sure everyone knew you were off-limits. It’s also why he never introduced you to his college teammates. He didn’t even want you to know their names.
You wonder what your best friend would say if he knew that you were not only going out with one of his teammates but also sleeping with another. You guess you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it—and you hope you never do.
“Who?”
“What?”
“Who are you seeing?”
You offer him a guilty smile as you sit up. “Atsumu?”
His eye twitches. “He’s literally the other setter, Y/N!”
“But he’s nice!”
“That cocky asshole is not nice!”
“You’re just jealous,” you shoot back at him.
“Of course I’m jealous.” He frowns. “And I don’t want you to get hurt when the pain is clearly avoidable.”
The two of you are quiet. Oikawa picks up a piece of paper and folds it up into a ring, brows knitted together in worry. As much as he hates this, he doesn’t remember the last time you actually considered that you might like someone. You were never open to these kinds of things. You dated guys, sure, but they weren’t anything serious. He hates Atsumu, but he wonders if there might be more to him than meets the eye. You’ve clearly seen something he hasn’t.
“Look, I get it,” you say, finally breaking the silence. “He’s not… perfect. He’s messy, he talks too loud, his car’s a mess—but he’s honest, you know? And I like spending time with him. I just wanna have some fun.”
He sighs and looks back up at you. “And it’s not serious?”
You nod. “Not serious at all.”
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Your day is going horribly. With your summer semester still a week away, your coach has decided to take advantage of your extra time and make practice more gruesome than ever before. It doesn’t help that you’re more exhausted than usual, what with Atsumu suddenly taking up your days and Suna taking up your nights. And today, all your fatigue comes crashing down on you as you fall from the top of a pyramid.
“Y/N!” Yukie exclaims as the spotters catch you just in time. “Are you alright?”
You let yourself lie on the floor for a moment, staring up at the high ceiling of the gym. “I think I’m dying.”
Kaori holds her hand out for you to take and pulls you up. “Don’t be so dramatic,” she says with a fond smile. “Come on, we just gotta finish this last run.”
You turn to your coach and offer a bright smile and a thumbs-up before heading back to your starting position with an extra pep in your step. When you look back at your friends though, your face falls, practically wanting to weep from exhaustion. As the music starts playing and you go through the routine again, you wonder if the scholarship is even worth all this torture.
“You look rough,” Kaori tells you in the locker room afterwards. “Lip gloss?”
“Yes please,” you say, catching the tube she throws at you. You turn to the mirror and swipe the strawberry gloss on your lips, smacking them together before sighing. “I’m not even taking classes yet but I already feel so busy.”
Yukie snickers. “That’s what you get for going at two boys at once.”
“Yukie! Don’t be so loud!”
Your friends laugh at your panic. There’s no one else in the room and, even if there was, it’s not like they would even know what you were talking about.
“Relax,” Kaori says. “Why are you so worried about people finding out anyway?”
You shrug, putting the lip gloss back in her bag. “I don’t know. It’s just… weird. Rin doesn’t even want people knowing we’re friends and Atsumu’s still too new to mean anything.”
“Do they know about each other?” Yukie asks curiously.
“Kinda,” you say. “Atsumu knows we’re not exclusive and Rin knows I’m sorta seeing someone. It’s weird, I dunno.”
Kaori pats you on the back. “That’s college for you, baby.”
The three of you head out of the locker room, complaining about which muscles are sore today and being pleasantly surprised by which ones aren’t. You have the next day off though, which is rare and great and you’re all looking forward to it.
“You sure you don’t need a ride?” Kaori asks when you get to her car.
You nod. “I’m good.”
“If you say so,” she says, giving you a quick hug before getting in the driver’s seat. “See you on Monday!”
“See you on Monday!” you wave as the car pulls out of the parking lot and drives away. When they’re gone, you take your phone out of your pocket and sit down on one of the benches outside the gym.
rin: u done?
you: yep, r u near?
rin: look up pretty girl
Your eyes lift to see him walking towards you with a smirk. He isn’t wearing anything special, just a t-shirt and some jeans. You’re pretty sure he’s even wearing your pink Hello Kitty socks under those shoes of his (the ones he swears he didn’t steal). He seems completely normal to you—so why does he look so good?
You stand up and crash your lips into his, your fingers coming up to grab the fabric of his collar. He kisses you back immediately and holds your face in his hands. Everything about it is rough and hot and wet. If anyone saw you now, there’s definitely no way they wouldn’t know what the two of you are to each other.
You pull back from the kiss, forehead pressed against his. “I want you.”
His eyes pierce into yours. There’s something so intimate about the way he looks at you, something so raw and real. “You have me,” he growls. “Of course you do.”
The two of you manage to make it to his car before you’re on each other again. You’re lying in the back seat with Suna’s body hovering above yours, both your lips pressed together in fierce competition. His tongue slips into your mouth and you let out a moan as he moves closer to you.
He yanks both your gym shorts and underwear down in one motion, sliding his fingers between your legs. He snickers. “So wet for me, babe.” 
“Touch me, Rin,” you say breathlessly. “Please.”
He pulls away from your lips, ignoring your whines at the loss of contact as he moves down to bring his face to your cunt. “Only because you asked so nicely,” he tells you before eating you out like his life depends on it. “Tastes so good, sweet girl.”
You manage to lift your head to look at him, his head between your thighs. It’s depraved, the way he laps at you, the way he kisses your clit and licks at your folds. His hair is a mess and you can practically see your slick dripping down his chin. He puts one hand on your thigh to keep it from closing and uses the other hand to slide a finger inside of you.
“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan on it, babe,” he says against your heat, crooking his finger just right so it sends shockwaves through your body. “Always so good for me, aren’t you?”
A moan rips out of your throat. “Yes, Rin, yes!”
“This pussy is all for me, isn’t it?”
You nod, eyes closed as your back arches. You’re so close. So, so close. Practically seeing stars. “All yours. All yours,” you chant. He sucks at your clit. “Fuck!”
“Whose?”
“Yours, Rin!” you scream. “All for you, Rin!”
With one more stroke of his finger right against your sweet spot, your high comes crashing down on you, the orgasm wracking your entire body. You try to close your legs to find some relief, but Suna keeps them wide open as he continues to spear his finger into you, riding out your high. The fucked out look on your face is all he needs in that moment.
When you’ve settled down, he pulls his finger out and sticks it in his mouth, tasting you on his tongue. You groan at the sight.
“Not bad, babe,” he says, grabbing one of the wipes he keeps in his car and cleaning you up. He’s gentle about it, careful not to touch the sensitive spots and apologizing when he does. He knows how sore you can get. He knows your body more than anyone else does, even yourself.
You pull your shorts back up and the two of you lie together for a while, your head on his chest. Then, it hits you.
“Do you think anyone saw us?”
“That’s a weird way of thanking me for the greatest orgasm of your life.”
You push him away playfully. “Get over yourself,” you say. “Not even in the top 5.”
“Top 10?”
“More like 50.”
“Hey!”
You turn your head to look at him, both of you smiling. “That was nice,” you say. “Not great, but nice.”
He rolls his eyes at you and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Whatever. When we get home, I’m fucking my way to number 1.”
“Game on.”
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notes. idk about you guys but i would totally let a guy like suna finger me in a parking lot. not like speaking from experience or anything but... yeah. anyway!! that was the first smutty chapter but there will be more hihihi :>
i'd love to hear what you think of the series so far!! looking forward to sharing more with you all ;)
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k0r3s-smu1 · 5 months
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𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭
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A = affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
I believe he’s more into quality time than physical affection.
He often takes you out to beautiful locations to go cloud watching, or star-gazing if its night.
He holds your hand occasionally, and gives you forehead kisses <33
When he has free time, he likes to have picnics with you and nap together.
He doesn’t really communicate how much he loves you, but you can see it by the way he looks at you.
B = Best Friend (what would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) 
Being his best friend is actually quite nice.
Its a calm friendship, you two don’t talk too much but you enjoy each other's presence. 
You train together, go on missions together, nap together, muichiro trusts and cares about you a whole lot; so he prefers to be by your side as much as he can.
He does tease you as well, and enjoys when you get angry and talk back.
You must’ve approached him to become his friend, otherwise he wouldn’t have talked to you.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) 
He loves to be close with you, so of course he would be happy to do something as intimate as cuddling. He falls asleep quite easily with his arms wrapped firmly around you, his face snuggled into your chest or neck. Or laying on your lap, a certain calmness always comes over him. He feels secure pressed up against you, and he knows you're safe. 
He doesn’t exactly seek it out, but if he’s really missing your touch, then he might initiate it.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
He does look forward to the day he can settle down with you and live a normal life. But until Muzan is still alive and demons still walk this earth, that won’t happen until he has to retire.
He’s decent at cleaning, and its quite relaxing for him. But he’s not too good at cooking. 
He’ll try though, and it’s very enjoyable for him when you’re there, guiding him or preparing food beside him. 
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) 
It would be a simple “Let’s break up”. If you questioned him, he would give a straightforward explanation about this decision. Then leave. Either that, or he would leave a note in your estate and stop visiting. You’d have to seek him out for further questioning. Either way, Tanjiro most likely noticed how down you were and after learning what happened, convinced muichiro to come back.
Now, Mui elaborates on his explanation in a more heartfelt way, making clear he loved and cherished you, and that this is for the best. He bids you farewell, and this second explanation definitely gave you more closure then the first.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Truthfully, he doesn’t think about it a lot. He loves you dearly but he’s also fine staying with the
“partner” or “boyfriend” title. Marriage isn’t that special to him. If he does choose to marry you though, it wouldn’t be quickly- probably a good couple of years later. (Unless you initiate it, of course) He is a bit worried about commitment, but being a capable demon slayer definitely helps.
It would really suck if he started dating a regular girl only for her to die one random night because some low level demon came crawling into her house 💀
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) 
He can be a little dense sometimes and say offensive things unintentionally, and he might have a hard time understanding why you’re mad because of something he said.
To him, he’s just being honest… but please don’t get too disheartened at him, he’s trying :(
You’re probably his first relationship, he’s new & might be a bit clumsy. 
But he’s otherwise pretty gentle with you in both aspects. He knows he’s strong and doesn’t want to run the risk of hurting you in any kind of way.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Yes, he does enjoy hugs! Well, specifically from you. Just like cuddling, he doesn’t really initiate it. But he’s more than happy to if you wanna. His hugs are light and warm, and being so close you can catch his scent- almost non existent, but it's there- Like clean laundry and mint.
I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Not very fast. A few months into dating, maybe on a summer night, watching the stars.
I can see it being kind of random- It’s silent, and he’s just looking at you lovingly. And the words came, seemingly out of nowhere, so soft and sincere. Definitely caught you off guard. He’s always being honest, and it just felt right to him to say it at that moment. From there, he doesn’t say it a lot, but you know he loves you, and he knows you know.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)
He probably doesn’t even understand what he’s feeling when it first comes up.
All he knows is that he doesn’t like what’s happening. The presence of the other man is irritating, 
And he’ll just drag you away from him; it’s not like that guy’s worth your time anyway.
I don’t think it’s exactly easy to make him jealous, but it’s not hard either… I'd say it's in the middle.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Gentle and loving, his kisses make you feel all warm inside. It’s short but meaningful.
He likes to be kissed on the cheek, and he likes to kiss your forehead. 
But on romantic occasions, your lips are the best place for him.
L = Little Ones (How are they around children, how do they feel about having kids, etc)
I mean, we saw how he treated Kotetsu- I don’t think he’s particularly nicer around them.
Maybe gentler, but otherwise the same. Nor do I think he really cares about having them.
They’re a bit annoying, and a responsibility I don’t think he’d be the best at.
He’d rather grow old giving his undivided love and attention to you.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Aaaah, it's so sweet! He’s all dozy and cute, and this is the time he gets most cuddly.
He has work to be done, but it’s so tempting to just stay snuggled in bed with you. 
He stays sleepy for a while even after getting up, and kind of clingy.
He might rest his head on your shoulder while you cook, still drowsy.
He’s extra forgetful during this time.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Basically the same as the mornings! He’s softer, more cuddly and affectionate.
Definitely looks forward to sleeping with you, or having a relaxing drink of tea with you to 
settle down before going to bed.
Prefers to spoon you then the other way around, though he also likes laying on your chest
And listening to your heartbeat. (he thinks your boobs are comfy.)
He falls asleep relatively quickly, but awakens easily if you move. Not that you can…he won't let you go.
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Part 2
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I'm going to combine all of my favorite thoughts together and no one can stop me
Billy doesn't die at the end of S3, and Eddie doesn't die either. Steve grows into a pretty little punk and the three of them have the most confusing dynamic in the entire group. The kids mostly find it entertaining, but Nancy and Robin are slightly worried.
Billy has gotten better, he really has. With him having been dragged into the kid's lives more, he caught Hop's attention more and the man had immediately realized what was actually going on in the Hargrove household. Hop won't suffer an abuser, especially one server enough to producer Billy and has his father arrested shortly before the start of season 3. Billy is still a bit of a dick, but there isn't nearly as much bite behind his bark.
Billy and Steve have an antagonistic relationship that keeps both of them on their toes. Its not exactly playful, they've got too much baggage for that, but they're not really enemies either?
Steve and Eddie get along like long lost soulmates. There's no real reason that they should, bur they see each other in a way no one else really sees them.
Billy and Eddie cannot and should not be left alone together under any circumstances. Too much chaos and not enough braincells. They're smoking buddies, they've got similar taste in music and Eddie intimately understands the rage that lives in Billy, knows he probably would have been just like him if not for Wayne.
When the three of them are all together, its madness. Billy and Eddie act mostly on impulse with Steve being the only thing keeping them from killing themselves on a dare from one another. If Billy gets too hyphy, Eddie can and will tackle and wrestle the violence out of him. Eddie loves listening to Steve and Billy banter back and forth, its one of the few times he just listens rather than rambling on himself. Steve appreciates not being the only person in the group who didn't spend their high-school years being a goddamn nerd even if Eddie looks crestfallen when he and Billy give him twin blank stares when he launches into a DND rant.
The others are happy these three don't seem so isolated and miserable anymore, which is the only reason they're willing to put up with The Tension. They all capitalize it in their heads because its That Bad.
Billy is an incredibly pretty man, everyone knows that. Steve Harrington is also incredibly pretty (more so when he grows into himself) which everyone knows. Eddie Munson is incredibly gay, although not everyone knows that.
Eddie gets distracted by Billy all the time. His eyes are gorgeous and his lips are hypnotizing and hes never wearing enough clothes. Hes also got this fucking thing he does with his tongue when hes ready to fight that Steve is sure has nearly gotten him killed because he was staring at it. Then there's the way Eddie looks when he's shredding on his guitar that makes Billy feel some kind of way he tries real goddamn hard to ignore. Or fuck forbid Steve is wet for any reason.
They're all a mess, and they're all clueless that the others feel the same and it really is painful to watch.
It boils over though when Steve goes punk. Thats the last fucking straw for Billy, who has the impulse control of a newborn. He takes one look at this man in his revamped letterman and his torn jeans, lips glossed and hair artfully tussled, and just loses it. He pins him to the wall of Eddie's trailer and kisses him half stupid.
Eddie stands there awkwardly, feeling a little lie he's dying inside, unable to decide who hes more jealous of and about to to go to the woods for somewhere private to have a smoke and a cry, when Billy pulls off Steve and turns right around to haul Eddie in next. Both Eddie and Steve are baffled, pinned to the wall between Billy's arms.
When he finishes with Eddie, he glances between the two of them with a "Go on, we all know you want to" and waits patiently as they have a silent conversation before falling into each other.
Its odd, definitely, and it takes a lot of talking about (and maybe a bitching match that turns into a kissing match) but they find a way forward, the three of them, thanking God for Billy's shit impulse control every step of the way.
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littlehypnone · 5 months
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A fic where phantom wakes up, cranky and whiny because he was up all night playing so he goes to Swiss' room with his hair all over the place and teary eyes
friendly reminder that I take requests, not orders. anon, I don't know how you intended your ask to sound but for me this is just a demand. I wrote it for you because I liked the idea, but please, word your asks, whether to me or other people, in a nicer way in the future. I also think you meant playing guitar but I went with playing games on his phone because that just seemed very phantom to me
633 words, they/them little non-verbal phantom, cg swiss, small headache and a few tears, but it turns out alright after some cuddles
Both Mountain and Swiss had warned Rain that showing Phantom that game on his phone just before it was time for bed was a bad idea. With Phantom nearly begging, though, and promising to not stay up for too long, even though he was big, Rain couldn’t not show it to him. And then download it onto the quintessence ghoul’s phone too.
Phantom, of course, did exactly what the ghouls were worried about. He stayed up until well past three o’clock in the morning to play that game. And he’d probably play for longer if his phone wouldn’t die, no charger in sight. It held out incredibly long, anyway.
Once Phantom did go to sleep… well, he didn’t, because his eyes burned and a dull ache had settled behind them, keeping him up and in pain for another few hours. He completely forgot how sensitive his eyes were and cursed himself for it.
When it was already an actual morning, sun starting to peek through Phantom’s curtains, he finally managed to fall asleep for a bit, exhaustion taking over and his mind slipping away from his grasp.
They woke up again not even two hours later with a whine. Why did they wake up? It was only– oh, it was already eight. Phantom’s internal clock decided it was time to get up, no matter how much sleep they got, so up they were. The quintessence ghoul sniffled and tumbled out of bed, clutching their bat plushie in one hand and holding a blanket around their shoulders with the other. They shuffled their way out of their room and in the direction of Swiss’, slipping inside once they got there.
The multi ghoul was still asleep, so Phantom tried their best to keep quiet as they curled up next to him, shoving their face into his bare chest. He didn’t wake up at first, but when all that exhaustion hit Phantom all at once, they started silently crying, their shoulders shaking slightly. That, and their distressed little scent woke Swiss right up.
“Antsy?” he mumbled, but Phantom didn’t answer, they didn’t really have any words now. They whimpered and lifted their head, hair sticking out in every direction and big, teary and red rimmed eyes looking up at the multi ghoul. “Oh, bug. Didn’t sleep well?”
Phantom shook their head, blinking slowly. 
“Stayed up playing that game, didn’t you?” Swiss sighed, but immediately regretted it when a sob shook Phantom’s body and they hid in his chest again. “Oh, I’m sorry, kiddo, I’m not angry, hey. I’m not mad, okay?”
They nodded, horns rubbing against the multi ghoul’s skin. “Yeah, it’s okay, I’ve got you. Do you wanna try to get some sleep?” 
Another nod with a whine. “Okay, do you think you can fall asleep on your own?”
They shrugged. “You want some of my quintessence, bug?” 
A nod. “Gotcha, come on, lay down on my chest.”
Swiss moved to lay against the headboard, Phantom curling up against his side, head over the multi ghoul’s heart. They were so sleepy and Swiss was so warm, comfortable and safe, maybe… maybe they wouldn’t need that quintessence?
“Good bug, yeah, get comfy,” Swiss cooed, wrapping an arm around them. “Alright, you ready?”
Now, that was a good question… Phantom thought for a longer moment, their mind all sluggish. It was long enough that Swiss had to ask again, “Antsy?”
Gathering up some energy the quintessence ghoul lifted their head again and shook it slightly. A big, cute yawn breaking its way out of them gave Swiss an explanation enough as they laid back down.
“Okay, then, try to fall back asleep on your own, baby,” he chuckled, ruffling their already incredibly messy hair. “If you won’t, I’ll help.”
Only… Phantom was already asleep, snoring quietly.
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ch-4-eri · 1 year
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toxic!george pt. 2, i beg 🙏🏻
I feel like i write toxicity too well, also I hope I’m not too late sorry to disappoint here you guys go.
(Part 3)
You were nervously pacing back and fourth trying to think of ways you can apologize to the way you got sick in front of George the other day, you couldn’t wait until he was opening up to you and you had to ruin it like that.
You got sick so badly that night, and you hoped George would understand..
There was going to be a party thrown at the common room later for the gryffindor win, watching all these sweaty boys all excited for the win and you were happy for them. Harry catching the snitch last minute, it was a blast.
Drinks were placed everywhere as was the loud music, you decided to put off your worry over George’s feelings aside and have a good time, that’s assuming you could.
George couldn’t help but have a look out for you, the win was great yeah but he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
He actually finally built the courage to tell you his feelings, before you ran to the bathroom. Or maybe because of his words?
George didn’t want to take this personally, but it hurt. And he was really excited he told you, only for it to be bursted up seconds later. He decided to suck it up and cheer for his winning team, picking Harry up on his and Fred’s shoulder to cheer him on for catching the snitch.
The howling and screaming in the room was so loud as the music banged out, Harry got off their shoulders and went on with his friends to continue the party on.
He decided to take a seat and take his breath, he felt like his lungs were kicking at him. Finding you speaking with Hermione, your smile as big as ever, you looked slightly worried. Wait was he just analyzing you? No, George would never do that but heck he was so intrigued, he never wanted to get in your head more than he did now.
He realized he was staring at you as he was pouring himself some water before it spilled All over the place hissing as he moved the cup away, checking if anything got on him.
He looked over to you again, realizing you were looking at him too.
His stare immediately flew to the party in front of him.
Was George staring at you? Or was it your brain playing tricks on you, or your guilt making you feel bad for the other day?
You excused yourself from Hermione, going up to him. Finding it hard to keep away now, you need to clear yourself from whatever he’s probably thinking.
Your trembling figure made it’s way to him, he was still looking at the dancing party goers before you tapped his shoulder to grab his attention. “Hi!” You yelled through the loud music.
George quickly looked down at you, his face flushing at your sight. “Hey!” He replied, his face slowly falling into a Frown, you knew that look;
It was the face George used to give you when you say no to him, refuse him, let him down at all then he’d laugh it off and throw a joke. But that was George years ago, now he’s just frowning. Drinking some water he poured for himself, surprised he hasn’t drowned himself in alcohol like the summer you both had.
“Can we-“ you yelled, the music got more upbeat as more people shouted which made your voice die out from the screaming as you leaned into the tall ginger, standing on your toes to tell him in his ear. “Can we talk!?” You shouted, George heard you and nodded. After a moment of hesitation.
You both walked out of the common room and up to the boys dormitory that was deserted, your much needed privacy with him.
You chuckled nervously and closed the door as George walked in first, waiting for whatever you wanted to say.
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry for leaving you like that, I got really sick. Spent my night in bed.” You lied, partially lied. You did spend the night in bed but you weren’t exactly sick, you just felt nervous enough to do so.
George’s face fell in another complimentary frown, walking closer to you, his hands in his pockets. “You alright?” Was all he asked, your heart was loud in your ear and you feared he might hear it too.
“Yeah- yeah of course.” You nodded, pursing your lips together. George only went silent again, feeling like there was so much to say but George wouldn’t give in. “Could you tell me what you’re thinking?” You interrupted, maybe it was intrusive but you couldn’t help it.
“I told you, what I’m thinking.. you know- what I feel.” George went on, remembering his confession as your heart did a whole flip down your stomach. You’re not going to throw up again are you?
“Yeah- I know, about that-“ you started, George’s flushed red before he looked away from you. As if it not look at you if you wanted to turn him down.
“I feel the same, and I miss you.” You said, your hands were trembling and so sweaty, but you needed to say it. You were entirely sweating, you fixed your shirt from around your neck feeling like it might choke you at any second.
Suddenly the door opened which startled you to say the least, making you silently curse Lee for walking in to grab something really quick and leave after he mumbled apologies to his best friend.
George cleared his throat, his eyes still on the door, have been avoiding you ever since you started talking. “I’m just- glad you know, now.” George said, was he nervous? Did he stutter?
“Yeah.. yes of course- turns out we both should learn how to communicate.” You added, jokingly in a way it did sound serious, George’s face still red. “I couldn’t agree more.” He bit the insides of his cheek, the atmosphere felt a little too hot and awkward for your liking. But why did you feel so disappointed?
“Fuck it.” You heard George say, in a flash he grabbed you by the waist and the gap between you two was closed, his lips on yours in a hungry kiss.
You had no idea how to feel other than your insides flipping around and the goosebumps rise on yours skin, you let it happen. You couldn’t push him away, you didn’t want to push him away.
It was very early the next morning when you were sitting up to realize there’s not one single clothing item on you, gasping and hugging the blanket over yourself, wishing you didn’t just see what you saw. You were fully sobered up as you remembered the night, you slept with George.
You slept with your freaking best friend, you were spiraling as you tried to look for your clothes, finding them quickly and putting them on before the door to the bathroom opened, George standing there, definitely looking like he hadn’t slept.
You’ve never felt this tongue tied in your entire life, what do people even say about this? “You’re up.” George walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind him before he sat down on his bed. He had no shirt on, few red spots on his neck as you hoped it wasn’t from you. You had no idea why you didn’t remember the other night much, Hermione only made you have one small drink.
“George, please don’t tell me we slept together.” He looked up at you with a brow raised. “Yeah we did, and you fully consented to it.” He said, running a hand through his perfect hair.
That you did recall, you wanted to kick yourself for being so soft for him. He could ask you to jump in front of a bus and you’d do it.
“God!” You yelled, you felt like this was ruined all over again. You couldn’t wait to have him back and you had the nerve to jump into bed with him the minute he kissed you. “I don’t think I was that bad.”
“Right, of course not.” You scoffed, too angry to see this thought without wanting to punch yourself in the gut. “Why are you so mad about it? that’s not how you were like last night.” George said standing in front of you, his hot perfect body towering over you, you realized anyone could have gotten impulsive to sleep with someone that was as perfect as George. “Can we- can we forget about it?” George’s face fell for a mere second before he nodded. “Sure, whatever you want.” He went behind his bed and grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head.
“George- wait.” You called for him, did you want to forget about it? “Why did you even kiss me in the first place?”
“I thought I was pretty obvious.”
“So what you’re leaving? You’ve got what you wanted? To sleep with me, you got it off your chest now?” You couldn’t help but feel it sting. “You’re the one who wanted to forget about it, and I’d never use you like that.. that’s not why I slept with you. I slept with you because I love you, I thought I’ve already established that.”
“Then what’s with the mixed signals?” You stuttered, pointing between you two. “What do you want me to do, Hm? Grab you and kiss you all the time? Cuddle in bed like the stupid muggle films you watch? I’m not like that, forgive me.” He said before your face fell, feeling the need to punch him.
“You know, maybe we should just never talk to each other anymore.” You suggested, feeling your throat heavy. George’s eyes searched through yours before he rolled his eyes, his ego and pride too high to let it go for you. “You say you love me and you sleep with me, then don’t want us to kiss and cuddle like- then you want nothing else to do with me.” You added, his arms crossed waiting for you to finish.
“I want something real, I don’t want your games George, I’m not the person for that.” You said, George’s eyes still staring at yours liked you’d suddenly say this was all a joke and that you didn’t mean whatever you’re saying.
“Go back to Daisy perhaps.. she adored your games, you two are perfect for each other.” You spat before leaving the room, feeling too used to stay there, you felt absolutely disgusted with yourself.
You quickly showered the stupid ginger off of you and was out of the shower. Thinking about the other night, stuff he whispered to you, it all made your skin feel on fire. You wanted to so badly forget about it but you couldn’t, it’s like the more you spent time alone you’re reminded of the way he made you feel, too good.
You sat on your bed and thought of everything all over again, maybe you were too fast to judge his actions. But George didn’t seem like the kind to would have changed for you, who even were you?
No, absolutely not. You weren’t going to doubt yourself over some guy.
But he’s not just some guy, he’s George, your George.
Rubbish, he isn’t yours. He never was, he’s Daisy’s- or any other girl that just wasn’t you.
You groaned and threw yourself down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Finding it hard to erase his face from your brain, does he even feel like this about you? Do you trouble his sleep? Does he find it hard to stop thinking about you?
Bet not, he’s got too many girls to handle to ever have space for you on his mind. Recalling what he said about your muggle films that you loved to watch, true. You were a fan of few romance films and novels and you wished George was anything like that, you’d probably never complain about anything ever again if he was.
“Where have you been?” Hermione asked walking in the room, you thought of any proper lie you could give her. You didn’t feel like telling anyone you slept with George, it felt too private to utter. And it made you uncomfortable because he just used you as a fling.
“I don’t remember, kind of blacked out.” You said, finding no lie to give. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Hermione frowned and grabbed a book, sitting down on her bed to read.
“Hermione, do you like Ron?” You wanted to know how others dealt with feelings. “Why would
you ask that?” She blushed, it felt like her crush on Ron wasn’t anything like yours on George. Ron was argumentative but nothing like his brother.
“I see the way you look at him, I’m not stupid.” You added, she smiled so softly before she frowned and flipped a page. Clearing her throat. “Ron is okay.” She said before you glared at her. “Okay yes I like him, he’s brilliant.” She added, trying to not to seem too obvious.
You envied how calm and collected she felt about it, that’s what’s falling for the right person should feel like, not whatever the hell you felt for George.
“Brilliant?” You wanted to know exactly what she meant with that. “He’s smart and he makes me happy, despite everything.” She chuckled, you couldn’t help but smile. “Aw, sweet.” You said before Hermione gave you that look where she’d ask you the same thing or get you to start talking.
“No more George, do not ask me about him.” You requested, she threw a hand up in defence. Continuing her reading, you decided to get out of the room for some fresh air or for something to do as it was the weekend, hoping you wouldn’t run into George for the rest of the day and hopefully for the rest of your life.
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vodika-vibes · 10 days
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Arachne is not getting the nickel version so now she has to sit and listen to these terrifying villains explain Everything Wrong
Vod’ika I’m trying to keep track of all my questions here you know . . . 😅
Victor Von Doom has someone to monologue too, and he's going to take advantage of it. It helps, I suppose, that Arachne is a spider rather than a member of the Fantastic Four.
And also, hehehe~ There's some angst at the bottom, just fyi.
Meanwhile, on Coruscant- "Let go of me!" Dogma spits out, struggling against his brothers, trying to get to the glass and metal coffin that his Arachne is sleeping in, "Let-" Fives throws his weight over Dogma, joining Echo and Jesse in restraining him, "Come on, vod." Fives tries, "Kix is checking on her now. See?" There's a laugh from the opposite side of the room and the look up at the man standing there, "There's no need to worry. She's just having the sweetest dream. She might not ever want to wake up." There's a look on contempt on his face, "And you were foolish enough to come here without a jedi. So you'll be joining her soon enough." At the same time, in Manhattan- Doctor Doom's voice is like a drill, boring into her brain as he drones on and on and one- Stars, and you thought that Rhino was bad about monologuing. "Okay!" Arachne finally interrupts when he pauses to take a breath, "So, basically, my options to end this simulation or whatever are to die or to break it." "Exactly so." "Great! So, how far do I have to go to break the simulation from the inside?" "As far as you can," Doc Ock says, "Though, it really would be easier to let us kill you." "Yeahhh...I'm not doing that." She opens her mouth to say something else when the building above rattles with an explosion. Fisk, largely ignored until this point, turns to the room at large, "The Avengers are here." Arachne watches as the men around her done their battle gear, and then she yelps as the Green Goblin grabs her around the wrist, "Time for you to go." She's barely able to pull her mask on before she's being flung away from the battle between the Avengers and a lot of the super villains. "Oh boy." She breathes out as she turns and flings herself towards the Brooklyn Bridge, "Good thing this isn't real or the damages would be astronomical-" Arachne is halfway across the bridge when an arrow cuts through her web, causing her to fall to the ground. She lands, hard, on the ground, and immediately rolls over to her feet. "Working with Fisk now, are you Arachne?" Captain America asks as he stalks towards her with several other Avengers on his feels. "Well," She replies as she lowers herself to the ground, her gaze darting in every direction to look for an escape, "Needs must and all. You know how it is." His eyes are cold, and Arachne's heart sinks. She's never, ever, wanted to fight Captain America. "Surrender Arachne." "Oh, you have no idea how much I wish I could." She replies. "...so be it." Arachne's mind races, she needs to remove Iron Man from the field first and then focus on Captain America. Or else this is going to be a very short fight. Arachne is a very talented fighter. She's been heroing since she was 13 years old...however, the Avengers have both number and experience on her. Even so, the fight lasts longer than any of them expect. And then Hawkeye gets a lucky shot, and she goes down. Her head thumps aganint the concrete and she probably could get up, she probably could keep fighting. Her gaze drifts to Captain America, looming over her, and then drift back to the blue skies of Earth. She really, really hopes Victor was right about this. Captain America lifts his shield, holding onto the edges. Arachne keeps her gaze locked on the sky, "I was glad to see them. One more time." She whispers. He brings the shield down. She closes her eyes. Captain America's shield is embedded in the concrete of the Brooklyn Bridge, blood splattered across the white ring of his shield.
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so-long-soldier28 · 4 months
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I won't try to annoy you anymore (no promises lmao) but thoughts on a royalty au where Kai is a king?
I TOTALLY MADE NOTES ON THIS AND FORGOT TO ANSWER I'M SO SORRY GJFSNFKSL Okay, but I promise, you don't annoy me AT ALL, I'm just slow! Especially on workdays; I get nothing done on those days. But yes, Kai is a king, I have some notes.
ookay, kai as a king would be a cocky lil bastard.
his ego would be way up, and he probably wouldn't be the fairest.
for a long time, he was the prince, and waited (rather impatiently) for his dad to die so he could take over.
parents were really serious about how their kingdom was ruled & they wanted to keep things that way. both were cold & emotionally distant, and his father was even more so after his mother's demise.
when kai becomes king, he doesn't change much at first, but makes a few changes just to piss the man off. over time though, especially after his dad's death, he changes things more to fit his liking.
kai would definitely have a servant, & would probably be pretty cruel to them at first, but with time, learns to enjoy their help & company.
maybe it's a mutual thing, where the servant kinda hates him, too.
but with so much time spent alone with him, he starts to see a more human side (kai starts to reveal a more human side) and they become frenemies / friends (like a merthur [merlin bbc] situation kinda, but with more hate at first).
since kai's childhood was filled with so much coldness and not much warmth, he doesn't really understand how to treat people well. on top of that, monarchies and leaderships, historically, prove that people with too much power tend to abuse that power.
it takes him a long time to learn to treat his servant as a person, not as a thing or a tool. however, when they do finally get on good terms, and even become friends, he allows the servant to better him in many ways, like in his treatment of others.
around the castle, he'd be a huge flirt.
he was a huge flirt as the prince, but it only worsens when he becomes king. the same girls he'd tease as prince, he'd tease as king, but now with even more of an attitude.
he also flirts with new girls around the castle.
others (elders, dad's servants / friends, etc.) & elder women / women he's not flirting with constantly tell him to grow up, but he has plenty of back talk prepared for every person who tells him such.
girls, however, are one big subject his servant makes a point to address. where the elders fail, he thrives, being the only person kai actually listens to. over time, he comes to objectify them less and put more focus into acquainting himself with them.
partly to find a wife, as he's supposed to do.
definitely has a temper
tends to start wars over menial things, but will hesitate going to battle over something big.
priorities aren't exactly in place.
things that are important to him aren't always the greater battle, and he has a hard time realizing what battles are expected of him to fight.
doesn't like to be told what to do. doesn't like advice, and especially doesn't like guidance from people that remind him of his father / worked alongside his father.
will more likely take the opinion of his Favorite Girl into consideration faster than he will of any of the men.
ends up marrying said Favorite Girl in a couple years & she falls pregnant rather quickly.
uncertain about children, but knows he needs an heir and his wife is really excited, so he starts to feed off that.
when the baby is born, he's suddenly, extremely protective of it.
it's a boy, like he's supposed to produce as his first heir.
elders then tell him he doesn't need any more kids because he produced an heir. (they're worried about his initial disdain for kids, plus they preferred his father's leadership much more over kai's, and don't believe the kingdom / castle needs any more mini-kais).
but he and his wife go on to have four more, all girls. neither planned for a big family, but he can't stay off her 🫣 and she loves having kids.
these are all my notes on this for now! at first i wasn't sure i'd have a lot, but the more i wrote, the more i came to love the idea. definitely need to add king AUs to my prompts list!
also, i switched back and forth between past and present tense while making my notes. (i have no idea why, or how.) but i hope i caught them all, if not, i'm sorry!
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Ginji's character (ramblings)
night's the strongest for brainrot
⚠️⚠️unedited, also NO ONE in this conversation is a native english speaker (some parts were translated or held in other languages as well)⚠️⚠️
Akira: … well it depends on who you're relating more as a character as a reader. I am impressed to see someone who is relating to Ginji as a character-- a scarily smart person-- KongMengDo: Ginji is not only extremely intelligent, but he is also a very cruel man. He's a brutal man, a man of enormous ambition, and it's certainly difficult to sympathize with him as an extraordinary human being, but lately I've been thinking about how much Ginji cared for Morita, and how even a man like that is capable of such fragile emotions as love… Akira: aah yes that's exactly my own draw to the Ginji as a character as well-- KongMengDo: But I'm afraid that my thoughts will lead me to misinterpret the character of Ginji. I need to keep a good balance…
Akira: I was reading it from the perspective of Morita up until the mahjong arc, where Ginji was cruel to ask Morita to die (kill himself), but I saw this as such a pure declaration of love I couldn't handle not falling into GinMori then haha;;
before mahjong arc: ah Morita's having a young love crush on this smart mentor figure he's found, Ginji's of course smart and cool and wealthy, so a naive young man would want to both respect and learn from him as well as keep his tender young love close after mahjong arc: Ginji's as little in control of everything as Morita-- maybe he intended to use Morita for a heist or two, now Ginji's probably impressed of Morita making such a huge progress in so little time, he can depend on Morita in high stakes deals he wasn't capable to participate in without a trustworthy partner;;
and then we see the scene about that villain old man talking about cages and people he keeps in them and their treatment, Ginji is as taken aback by this as Morita in the scene itself;; so he didn't know, he is on the equal terms with Morita, though he has more experience than him-- which he doesn't hesitate to share! in his cruel way…
"See, this isn't the kind of deal you can handle with regular methods, such pressure can only be handled with equal resolution-- so die, Morita" <-that's a solid proclamation of utter caring and love in my eyes lol;; I mean thats the cruelest we see Ginji so far right? It can't even compare to Ginji "breaking up" and leaving Morita at the hospital rooftop-- and such a strong emotion is totally catching your eye as a reader I think this is my root of Ginji's method of loving being the cruelty-- at least that's how I work with these characters what if Ginji just searched for an equal partner to handle him;; that's a romantic type of thing instead of straight and direct partnership in business ah well, that's just how I romanticise them 🥰 🥰 doesn't mean I'm that close to canon of course! just sharing the thoughts for fun
KongMengDo: Ah, that scene--Ginji giving Morita the knife… I was mesmerized by this scene too. It's a scene in which Ginji reassures Morita ("You don't have to suffer the pain of being treated like an animal. If you lose, don't worry about me, just die in peace.") while also referencing the nature of gambling that Morita had mentioned earlier. The essence of gambling, Morita said, is the act of jumping off a cliff. Morita said that the essence of gambling is the act of jumping over a cliff without knowing how wide the distance between the cliffs is. (I don't have the scene in front of me right now, but it's probably close.) Yasuda heard this and labeled Morita as reckless. Ginji, however, sympathizes with Morita, and says that only Morita who thinks like that can win at Seikyo Mahjong. However, in the middle of the game, Morita loses his composure and plays mahjong in a death-defying situation. So Ginji gives Morita a knife, reminding him once again of the nature of gambling! So this act of Ginji's is an act of consideration for Morita, and it shows that Morita is the only one who can understand Ginji's mind… (If it were Yasuda, he would have yelled at Ginji, "Are you out of your mind?")
Akira: I'll be completely insane and say that when Yasuda says they're both reckless I usually think of Ginji and Morita just laughing it off like "yeah! we are!" and going to drink somewhere just two of them lol;;; I mean their characters are very consistently bouncing off of each other like that-- its truly a miracle for Ginji to find someone so close to him in mindset yet not corrupted by horrible experiences yet, that he openly admires Morita's principles and says so aloud as well
I mean the first part of the manga was trying to show us the "Ginji's looking for a successor" kind of plot, so it makes sense;; "oh I wish someone would continue my goal even as I get senile" kind of thing, but then it turns around-- then its Morita in danger in serial killer arc and Ginji's no longer "who's going to inherit my life's work?!" kind of way-- Ginji's saying "I want to rule this country Together" instead
well, thinking of finding someone decent to continue what you were doing and maybe adding their new touch to your work is one thing; its totally different when you want to see and participate in it directly, it means you'll be totally involved and want to collaborate- it becomes personal with the person you've chosen so I think its a natural progression of Ginji and Morita becoming closer too this shift in Ginji's wishes and plans on Morita I mean
what could've caused it is up to interpretation: it could be Morita being in first grave danger (my CP mind whispers), it could be Ginji being impressed by so called luck he saw (all crossroads were green when I drove here), or even Morita just being the sole surviver due to his natural street smart thinking as well
it could be Ginji gambling too-- he could've sensed that maybe Morita really has the potential and he is worth investing into-- but wasn't sure enough of it yet, but still wanted to see it go further-- "yeah maybe he's just lucky and maybe he's alright-- anyway he can't just die here", which leads us to Ginji putting up yet another test period on Morita (hence art critic and poker arcs) where he just wants to see if Morita truly has not only the potential but also the motivation to progress and get polished as well; or will he be just depending on Ginji leading him (which is totally not a strong character as well as not what Ginji was looking for-- just an apprentice to teach? yeah 'Tetsuo' isn't a name he deserves then, or something like that haha)
KongMengDo: Early on in the manga, when Ginji says he's looking for a successor (in GtK volume 2? before the killer Ariga shows up), the successor he's referring to is not his own, but some other old man's. But for some reason, FKMT scrapped this canon - it's kind of a MacGuffin! Of course, later in GtK, Ginji does refer to Morita as the heir to his kingdom… But since fkmt scrapped the "Ginji is looking for an heir to inherit what belongs to some old man" canon, we'd have to say that when Ginji tested Morita, he was just trying to figure out if he was a useful human being. Akira: oh rly? i have to check, it can be some kind of translation issue as well!! KongMengDo: It's probably for sure! I'll have a search on the Japanese wiki…
Akira: ultimately it backfired on him, I'm sure Ginji didn't think Morita would leave him and retire-- he must've been head in the clouds due to all the success they've shared so far-- I think Ginji was a bit too self absorbed to see that he is still practicing his old bad habits even if he already knew Morita is a special deal-- "ah I'll still pretend he's my student and teach him through cruelty, because that's how its comfortable for me" because I bet it worked out for Ginji before, I bet he knows how to manipulate, gaslight and predict people-- if only he'd stop and think of Morita being not like other people he swirled around before hehe-- because as soon as Morita got hit with the thought of "no, actually, Ginji is not right in his ways, actually I can see he got lost in his pursue of becoming the greater evil" (<- this is the point my CP mind starts thinking Morita would probably feel the "if you love someone, let them go" kind of way, just because it'd be too painful to see Ginji burning down to ashes when pursuing his dream in front of Morita's eyes) as soon as Morita got hit with this thought (sorry, I sidetracked a lot), he immediately knew what to do, unlike anyone else who'd start overthinking or self doubt their way because that's how manipulating someone usually works- you make a person think your way instead of a natural straightforward and easy to see way that would've occurred to anyone who is not involved
KongMengDo: I completely agree with this! And I want to add to this, Ginji not only trusted Morita to be easily manipulated, but he also trusted his own coolness. "Morita is my successor and partner, of course, but he is not a very important person to me… Of course, it would be a great pity if he disappeared, but I can always find a replacement." In other words, he was an arrogant man. Even if he had lost Morita, he hadn't realized that he would also lose his dreams! If he had known that would happen, he wouldn't have let Morita go so easily…
Akira: what is impressive in GtK as a story is that up until the end of Kamui arc its very predictable in its direction for the reader: ah a young man finding a tutor, then Morita's character development, then they're doing this together, and Morita would learn and then succeed, he's be gold to the silver and that's a happy ending…! but its a great subversion of expectations for the reader, because epilogue of Kamui arc should've been a pat on the shoulder, Ginji saying "yeah I'm sorry for putting you through this" and Morita saying "yeah.. that was tough…", have tears in his eyes but resolution to continue, as if saying "I knew it'd be this tough and I'm ready to follow you to hell and back anyway! thats my way of living now and I'm taking full responsibility over this decision" except that's totally not his decision and instead Ginji would've been successful in manipulating the other;; so yeah it's amazing he was resilient to this! and broke things down and retired it was the perfect moment for this, even if it was heartbreaking for everyone I rly like to think Ginji was put on spot with Morita's declaration of retirement and just went along the flow ignoring his own feelings haha "Ah you're retiring? whatever you'll return, or even better- I knew everything would end this way! so I'm the last to laugh anyway" and he gets out of the room even before Morita can elaborate or they would talk it through--
KongMengDo: That's right, he was ignorant of his feelings too! Ginji knew about Morita, but… He was ignorant about how he felt about Morita! I think of this as arrogance… "I don't love others, I wouldn't do such a stupid thing."
Akira: and Morita is generous enough to let Ginji go and let him think whatever he'd like to, maybe that's Morita's last act of caring for Ginji too-- "ah, if he'd hate me for leaving so suddenly, its fine… I'll cheer for Gin-san from the sidelines, but I'll find my own way… because the one I was following up until now would only end up in me watching Ginji turn to ashes and I don't think I can handle it" obviously Morita knew he'd get corrupted sooner or later with working under true scum villains too-- but I don't think that was his main motivation for leaving obviously its like this: working for Kamui is awful, I can feel my own principles not aligning with Kamui's leader at all -> he's Ginji's acquaintance, they are connected in one way or another -> I don't think I can handle working like this for much longer -> besides that I can see Ginji would not last much longer chasing a dream with such methods -> Ginji won't back down now, I can't just talk it through, it's already too late to change his track record and way of achieving his goals -> then the only thing I have control over is myself and I surely won't wait until the point of no return as well haha I think my interpretation is getting far fetched the longer I talk lol;; but I am just a mix of canon and CP thoughts! I hope it's interesting anyway--
KongMengDo: I think the biggest reason Morita retired was because he realized what it meant to be a villain. All along, Morita didn't want to be a poor, weak, good guy. Instead, he wanted to be a cool villain. In Morita's eyes, this villain might have looked like dark hero, but being a villain was something really disgusting… Morita realized that in the kamui episode, and he was afraid that if he worked with these villains for much longer, he would lose his humanity… Moyo-san told me, iron rusts easily when exposed to blood. Morita's iron-like features, his upright and pure heart, would be spoiled by exposure to cruelty… Morita was afraid of that, and Ginji allowed Morita to leave him. I think Ginji's choice was made because, unconsciously, he loved Morita's humanity, his innocence. So this is really a huge love… It shows that the love they have is huge because they chose to separate…
Akira: aah iron rusting in blood is such a strong metaphor--!! also yes I truly think Ginji's lack of control shows further in Kamui as well, I bet he didn't plan ANYTHING to turn out like this-- not only Morita retiring but also Morita getting in touch with Kamui this personally close, learning everything about family as well as participating in bloodshed directly as well-- yet he pretends awfully for his own sake of not losing it all too-- "of course! Morita would not handle such thing… well it's his loss… I can do it alone like before…" <- totally awfully misunderstanding his own feelings and ignoring them-- because I too think that Ginji rly wanted Morita's white principles to continue shine, he didn't want Mori to get corrupted as well-- so of course he'd let him go as soon as Morita would make his mind… he didn't know he would (I think Ginji would like to hide behind his cruelty when its convenient for him to), yet when he heard Morita speaking up his mind of course he'd accept his retirement-- because well you can't make a bird sing in a cage;; I think Ginji's heart would break to see Morita being by his side out of guild or anything else but Morita's pure trust and wishes
Akira: awful 1994 heartbreak doesn't leave our minds and makes a decent amount of people insane as a result…!!! KongMengDo: Yes, Morita was indeed a man with a heart of gold---….
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idontknowanametouse · 3 months
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So... I wrote a fic about Jujutsu Kaisen. Cause I refuse to believe canon. Anyway, here it is. (spoilers for Shibuya arc and a lil bit for the Culling Games arc) (briefly, it will be available in Ao3. probably) (sorry for bad english and probable inaccuracy with canon) (imma call this the shape of two souls)
Mahito laughs as he sees Yuji Itadori pass out in front of his friend's body. Maybe it was the shock for seeing her almost dead or some wound from a previous battle, but it doesn't matter. He approaches the boy.
It would be so, so easy to kill him now. But... where would be the funny part?
He starts dragging away the bodies of that girl and the sorcerer. He is sure he didn't kill them, as he wanted to play a little more with the two of them, thinking of how he could corrupt and break Itadori through them. Furthermore, Mahito also wanted to test something.
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When Yuji wakes up, he is at the infirmary of Jujutsu High. His memory is blurry and he asks Megumi, who is right by his side:
"What happened?"
He receives the most painful look he's seen Megumi give.
Then, he starts crying. He is hugged by his boyfriend as he feels his tears fall over his own low head.
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"Oh? You are alive?" Kenjaku says, slightly tilting his head, the same fake smile as always decorating their face.
"Yes, I am" Mahito laughs. "You thought everyone would die, am I right? Well, I stayed alive."
"I see... just to be clear, I will not kill you, but there isn't anything anymore that can stop me from doing it now."
"Ah, it's alright! I just wanted to pass here a little bit!" he smiles. "Also, I'm really having very few free time now. I've been spending the last 2 days aprimorating my masterpieces!"
"Masterpieces?"
"Yes, someday, you will see them! Anyway, it was a pleasure to see you, Geto-kun! I hope we don't find each other in battle again!" and he goes away.
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She feels a grand nothing. There is pain bursting out of her left eye. The righ one is open and contemplates what's above her, but she can't comprehend. How did she end up there? Who... who is she?
There is someone standing by her side, but the girl can't see exactly its form. It's blurry and blue. The strange thing laughs.
"Amazing... changing the shape of the soul, I change the mind too! The two can't remember a thing!" she doesn't understand what it means by that, but feels something brushing her cheek. Her eye hurts more. "This will be perfect..."
Then, something changes in her body, and she feels pain followed by, again, a nothing.
_
"Wait, the fuck?! The school is being attacked?! Now?!" Megumi exclaims, standing up. He groans a little with the pain, but doesn't care. Right after him, Yuji stands up. Maybe both needed to de-stress in some punching bag after the worst week of their lives.
"Lets go" Yuji murmurs. Megumi looks at him, worried. That's because the shine seems to have left his eyes, since the death and vanishing of the bodies of Nobara and Nanami.
That bastard didn't even let them bury them.
_
Hime observs the place with her only eye. She's forgotten it's name, but it's something with jujutsu, whatever this may be. No that she cares, anyway. If Kami-sama ordered her to do something, she will do it. After all, for what else does she exist?
She looks at Senshi. He, just as her, watches the place. He speaks, with a lot of struggle, as his form makes it hard for him to do it (differently from Hime, who can barely make noises):
"Kami-sama... said... Senshi... protect... Hime..." he looks at her. "Hime... stay... away from... juj..." suddenly, he stops, the needles being stuck in his neck, his face going back to the same neutral expression as always.
The needles are there to keep them as Kami-sama wants, his perfect masterpieces. Always they start failing, the needles make them float, float, float.
Hime looks down. She gets one of her nails, as Senshi wields his blade. In case one of them breaks during the mission, they just need to go back to Kami-sama and he'll fix them. She remembers his orders: to kill anyone they find. They will do it.
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Yuji runs to the school's door desperatly fast. He wants something, anything, to discount his feelings on. To try to choke the memories that have been coming back and back on the last week. To not remember, once again, his failure in protecting people he loved so much.
He sees two figures walking at distance. With his fist raised, he goes, letting all of his negative feelings turn into rough cursed energy, when, suddenly, he stops, his shoes making noise with the sudden friction.
The same lips. The same nose. The same hair. The same eyes. The same faces.
"Na... nami-sensei? Nobara?" his voice shakes.
His dead sister and sensei are in front of him, alive. And they are wrong.
Nobara has a rose emerging from her left eye, a pattern similar to black roots covering practically all of the left side of her body and her right arm has been elongated in a way it seems like an insect leg touching the ground. Nanami has burned skin over his jaw, blue skin graft covering the carbonized part of his body, one of his eyes is totally red and one of his arms has been replaced with a blade similar to the one he used. Both have such a pale skin they seem to be dead, are practically naked except for some kind of second skin sewed over the private parts, there's a circle of black needles behind their necks and their eyes are as hollow as a pit.
When they listen to their own names, there is no reaction other than Nobara leaning slightly her head and Nanami narrowing his eyes. Then, she takes a nail out of the rose and he attacks.
_
Hime feels... confused. It's different from the nothing she's used to. She feels like that because the boy they just encountered simply doesn't attack, just deffends himself. Even though Senshi goes on with no sign of mercy, the pink haired one just protects himself. What names were those he said? And, for some reason, he's... crying? Maybe, because he's scared of dying and is too afraid to retaliate? The thought of killing someone as coward makes Hime smile. Then, she feels the needles piercing her neck and starts floating. With difficulty, she focuses only one thing: wait for Senshi to take off a piece of the boy so she can eliminate him.
_
Senshi attacks, attacks and attacks. The pink haired boy is crying, but he couldn't care less. The only strange thing is the boy defends himself without attacking, speaks to him as they knew each other and calls him by a strange name that isn't his, "Nanami". He tries to ignore, but there's a strange feeling in his head, and, because of that, a needle pierces his neck. With that, Senshi foccuses again in killing the boy or at least taking a piece of him so Hime can kill him.
However, suddenly, a dog-shaped shikigami appears and attacks Hime. Immediately, his eyes go towards her, who, fallen on the ground, makes a sound similar to pain. Senshi remembers the same instant what Kami-sama said
"If one of you breaks, come back and I'll fix you"
Kami-sama is so good to them.
Senshi stops fighting and runs towards Hime. With a blow, he throws the shikigami away and takes her in his arms, running away.
A part of him says he must protect her because she is smaller than him. Then, other needle is pinched into his neck and he continues to run.
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Megumi can hear the fight before he arrives to the place and sees the enemies, then, he invokes the shikigami and tells it to run and attack. He enters the glade and his face gets contorted with horror.
It's Nobara and Nanami, and, at the same time, it's not. They have an appearance similar to those of curses and Nanami is fighting Yuji. The divine dog attacks Nobara and, for a second, Megumi asks himself what to do, when Nanami stops fighting, strikes the shikigami, takes the girl in his arms and runs away.
How is this possible?! How?! Yuji saw the two of them die to...
To a special grade curse that changes the soul shape.
He turns to Yuji, worried. He doesn't seem to have a lot of wounds, which is good, but his eyes are something terrible Megumi's never seen before. At the same time they are empty, they are also fulfilled with pure sadness. He looks at Megumi and, just as he did many times during this week, starts crying. Megumi barely feels the tears itching his eyes and threatening to overflow when he helps him to get up.
(if I get, like, one heart with this I'll continue. Actually, I already got the whole story written and will continue anyway, but some motivation would be nice)
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rottmntquotes · 1 year
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GRRRRRRRR!
Leo shuddered as his stomach roared at him for the hundredth time that… day? Week? Month? He truly had no idea how long it had been since he'd been trapped in the Prison Dimension. It was a cold and dark place, one lacking in any other form of life; save for Leo and the vicious Krang that was hunting him down every second of his miserable and critically injured life.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
"Agh! Shut up! You're gonna get us caught!" Leo hissed, glaring down at his stomach with a deep scowl. Ancestors knows how many times he'd nearly been caught because of his hunger. "It's amazing I'm even alive."
Hell, how many hits and falls had he taken by now? Twelve? Twenty-four? Eighty-three? It was highly likely that his insides were practically jelly, and also likely that he was running on nothing more than adrenaline and spite.
"Come out and fight me, you weak fool!" Krang hissed, slamming thousands of pounds of debris out of his path. "You and I both know how injured you are! Why won't you just give in and DIE?!"
That was a good question? Why WON'T Leo give in? He had nothing to live for in this wretched place. No friends, no family, no water-
GGGRRRRRROOOOOOOWWWWLLLL!!!
No. Food.
"Found you." Krang snickered, tossing away the piece of debris Leo was using to hide. "How kind of you to announce your presence."
"Wasn't really my intention, but okay." Leo muttered, yelping and leaping away from a sudden attack. The action itself left Leo out of breath, yet he pushed himself more in order to keep from getting injured more than he already-
"GOTCHA!"
"SHIT!"
Krang cackled and pulled Leo back, keeping a tight grip on Leo's right arm. Multiple tentacles twisted and wrung on the appendage, tearing at the flesh and eventually snapping Leo's already fragile bone.
"Oops! Looks like someone's getting weaker!" Krang shouted.
Leo wailed at the horrific pain, twisting and squirming like a wild animal caught in a trap. He screeched and caterwauled, clawing at the tentacles and leaning forward to clamp his fangs down.
"YOU LITTLE RAT!" Krang yelped, releasing Leo in shock and slapping him away. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"
"YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, BITCH!" Leo hissed, just barely dodging another attack by squeezing through a hole just big enough for his lithe body. He used what seemed to be a tunnel that turned into a dark cave some many miles away from Krang, which was protected by many thick layers of the out-of-commission technodrome.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
"Oh, for the love of- shut up!" Leo wailed, leaning against a wall and beginning to sob. By this point, he didn't know what was worse; severe hunger, a broken leg, likely internal bleeding, a cracked shell, or a massive alien hunting him like he was meek prey. "Prey… God, I wish I had my own…"
'Maybe you do.'
Leo gasped and looked around frantically, his nerves shot and body too weary to fight or run any longer. "Who said that?!"
'Do not worry about that. All you need to worry about is what you need to do to survive.'
"Oh, and I suppose you know how to help?" Leo scoffed, tapping his claws against his arm nervously.
'Of course I can. Just trust me.'
Leo shuddered, unsure if he should trust anyone anymore, especially someone he couldn't see. "What, exactly, are you planning on doing if I agree to trust you?"
'How would you like to silence that stomach of yours?'
The question was simple enough, and would probably be dumb to some, but to Leo, it was like asking him if he wanted to leave the Prison Dimension in general.
"You… you can do that?"
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How long has it been now? Two months? Three? Four? Leo didn't know, nor could he bring himself to care. All he really cared about now was silencing his stupid stomach.
'Remember to take a sip of liquid as well.'
Leo huffed, grabbing a bottle of… something… that he'd discovered some time ago. He'd no idea what it was full of, just that the stuff kept him from dying of dehydration with one sip every other day. Or maybe it was every other week.
Honestly, he didn't even know any more.
'Take a bite of your food. We cannot let it go to waste.'
Leo nodded, gripping his right arm and looking at it intensely. By this point, it was nothing more than a mangled mess of loose muscle and slightly visible bone.
"Food…" Leo whispered, his pupils slitting at the slight of decaying meat.
Had he been months saner, Leo would be disgusted, even horrified by his new thought process. Now, however, he had no choice but to eat what he was given. This arm wasn't going to make it with Leo's lack of medical supplies, anyway. That, and with the giant alien that was hunting him down, it was mandatory that he keep his energy up to par as much as possible.
'Eat. Now! Eat if you want to live!'
Not needing to be told twice, Leo started tearing into the dead flesh, snarling and hissing as he ate. The action was always enough to take Leo's attention off everything else, a reasonable explanation as to why he didn't notice the bright orange portal opening up next to him.
"Leo…! Leo…!"
'Stop eating and look!'
Leo huffed, looking up and turning towards the portal. The sight itself shocked him enough to make him shoot back in fear and nearly throw up what he'd just eaten.
"Leo! Oh, thank God you're still… still…" Mikey's excited voice trailed off the instant he noticed Leo's state of being. "Leo… what happened to you?"
Next to Mikey, Raph and Donnie stared at Leo with just as much shock. Their eyes traveled over his mangled body slowly, minds failing to process that this was, indeed, their brother. How could they have done this? How could they have given up hope for so long that Leo was forced to turn into this… animal?
"GUYS! DON'T JUST STAND THERE! GET HIM OUT!" Casey screamed, fearing that he would lose all three turtles if they kept the portal open too much longer.
"I got him!" April shouted, grabbing a nearby umbrella and using the hooked end to pull Leo through the portal by his neck. "Close the portal!"
The boys wasted no time in doing so, racing over to Leo with the intent of hugging him and apologizing profusely.
That is, until he screeched and snapped at them like a wild animal.
"STOP! You're scaring him!" Casey shouted. "He's been in there too long! Look at his arm!"
All attention was then put on Leo's arm, which was practically hanging by a thread. It swung around as Leo struggled to move and breathe.
"He's in so much pain…" Mikey whimpered.
"There's only one thing we can do to help." Casey whimpered, tears welling up in his eyes. "And I don't know if I can be there when it's done."
"Wait, you don't mean…" Donnie gasped, catching on almost instantly. He hissed when Casey nodded, stepping in front of Leo defensively. "NO! I refuse to let it happen!"
"It's either that or we let him suffer, Uncle Donatello! Look at his body! With those injuries, he shouldn't even be alive!" Casey shot back. He could tell that the others had caught on to the situation by now, and could sense that they shared Donnie's stance on the matter. "I don't want this either, but it's the only thing to truly make him feel better!"
Everyone looked back at Leo, who was now laying down on his side and panting with genuine exhaustion. His eyes reflected nothing but pain and fear, making his family feel genuine despair.
"Okay… fine. But only after a day with him. It's the least we can have after seven months." Donnie sighed, his voice breaking despite how soft he was trying to speak.
Casey nodded, making no contact with Leo for fear that he would break down on the spot. This wasn't fair, not in the slightest, but it wasn't up to him how his life went. He'd lost a sensei/father once, and now he was losing the same sensei/father again.
Such is the horrid luck of this close knit clan.
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pietadean · 2 years
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since people are swan song posting (i saw two (2) different blogs posting about it!!!!!!) here's a thing i wrote when thinking about dean driving alone, after both sam & cas left him. (800k)
Cas’s departure had been swift. One moment he was there, on the Impala’s bench seat next to Dean, spilling metaphysical inquiries all over Dean’s freshly cleaned plate, and the other, he was gone. Leaving Dean alone driving Baby into the dark, nowhere bound. 
The endless roll of asphalt on the other side of Baby’s front window took Dean back to the sleepless nights - weeks, months, years? - of driving that had preceded his reunion with Sam, back in 2005. Sam’s Stanford days. The days when John had been AWOL more than not, though never in a worrisome way, until that fall when Jess had crashed and burned on Sam’s ceiling. 
Dean had been used to being alone, then. Used to not having anywhere to go till he found the next news clipping about corpses drained of their blood or weird organs missing or houses growing cold and people drowning and houses burning. He’d never expected much else, once Sammy was gone. He’d stopped wishing for his father to need him for anything else than Sammy maintenance. 
Not that he’d succeeded in that, mind you. 
The dark stretch of the road glinted with Baby’s headlights, it had been raining earlier. Dean was grateful for the periodical flash of yellowish beams in a puddle in his otherwise dark surroundings. He needed to keep himself awake. Somehow, it was always more difficult when he was alone rather than when Sam was sleeping next to him. The air surrounding wasn’t warm with drowse and peaceful breathing, but he didn’t feel the fierce protectiveness that prevented him from running the Impala into a ditch. 
Well.
Thinking about Sammy wasn’t the best idea to steer clear of that kinda path, clearly. 
So he wondered about where Cas was. Well, not exactly - he knew the angel was in Heaven, duh. But what did Heaven even look like to angels? Some sort of enormous nebula made of the individual bubbles of every soul? Greyish limbo? Clouds? Cas seemed offended whenever Dean talked about them hanging out on clouds, but well. Ya never know. 
Maybe it looked like this, like this pine tree-lined road, like Dean’s Heaven had looked like. 
Was Cas thinking about him? 
Probably not. Cas had other angely things to worry about. The apocalypse had been averted, God had resurrected him again, Cas was his little soldier again, only this time Dean wasn’t his first priority anymore. 
He felt cold. Not in a dead-of-winter-in-the-middle-of-Nebraska way, or even in a ghost-just-made-the-room-drop-ten-degrees way. Cold like he wanted something to warm him up, but whatever could make blood circulate in his body again was gone for good. 
The weirdest thing about all of this was that Dean never expected to survive any of it. Yeah, sure, he’d gone to Stull Cemetery so that Sam wouldn’t have to die alone, but also so that he himself wouldn’t have to live alone. They’d already been over this, he didn’t cope well with Sam being gone. 
The rain had started to fall again. Dean rolled down his window, letting the drops of water land on his face and neck. The rain wasn’t heavy, but the wind rushing around the car made them crash on his cheek like skipping stones, painting transparent patterns over his freckles. A drop brushed his cold skin in the middle of his forehead. 
His eyes almost fluttered shut under the onslaught of the memory of Cas’s soft fingertips soothing the line in his brow. He’d felt the bloodstains lift off and evaporate from his pores, he’d felt his muscles relax, he’d felt the swelling of his busted eye deflate and vision come back to him, he’d felt the despair melt into a blissful nothing. 
He’d looked up, and there he had been, the harsh white of the sky a halo around the slump of trench coat. He’d been divine in the afterglow of the healing. The light frown, the resting lips, the scruff, the cheekbones had never looked less human. He’d asked him if he was God, because really, what else could ever inspire so much awe. Dean for one didn’t know.
So yeah, if he was completely honest, things were a tiny bit different this time. He’d been saved. Again. By an angel who apparently didn’t care if he didn’t want to live, because he’d decided that he would. 
Who could argue with that logic. Especially when the ghost of Castiel’s fingertips still lingered on his forehead, light and warm, full of promises. 
Because sure, his brother was gone. But maybe, just maybe, during the past year, he had found another reason to carry on? 
Of course, the bastard had then promptly disappeared, leaving Dean to his brooding and his driving off to nowhere. 
No Heaven (where Cas was). No Hell (where Sam was). Just more of the same (Dean, alone).
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buildarocketboys · 3 years
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Just wrote the outline for my camp nano novel!
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moemoemammon · 3 years
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Do you mind if request headcanons for the brothers where MC is just a lovable idiot and the brothers realize they’re moronsexual?
Lovable Idiot MC!
(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)
✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦
Lucifer
He saw your carefree airheaded-ness from a mile away, from the moment you popped through that portal and your reaction was.... well, it was definitely enough for him to get a rough estimate of your IQ.
And honestly? He didn’t expect you to last long, yet by some literal miracle you’ve survived. If anything he thought you'd have wandered into a demon's clutches by now, so maybe you've got extraordinary luck?
A moronsexual in denial, he'll be damned if he said you didn’t somehow...grow on him..... He REFUSES to acknowledge how he finds your clumsy but earnest attitude endearing as hell. The way your brain finds the most obscure ways to solve problems is adorable for sure, but kind of reminds him of Mammon.... ugh...
You're going to give him new grey hairs, you know that? The stress of being surrounded by seven idiots was enough, but EIGHT?? Lucifer needs a vacation. Of course, he'll happily invite you along, too (paired with a child leash).
Mammon
Eyyy same brain 🧠🤝🧠 With your two brain cells combined, it's a wonder the House of Lamentation hasn't burned down yet. You both seem to cause chaos wherever you go, like some kind of cursed dynamic duo.
But seriously, that numbskull of yours is gonna get you eaten some day! Guess the Great Mammon has to do his best to keep you out of the clutches of nasty demons! But his services don't come cheap, understand?
You thought Mammon was protective before, just wait till he realizes how scatterbrained you can be. Won’t let you out of his sight, INSISTS that you summon him to accompany you when you go somewhere, even if it means he's gotta wait outside the bathroom for you. And don't think of saying no!
He's never had to work this hard in his life! He swears keeping you alive is like trying to brush Cerberus's teeth! But... it's kinda nice having someone around that he can get along with so well! Seeing as he isn't the only dumbass (affectionate) around.
Levi
Was an ass when he first met you. There was no way he’d let a klutzy human like YOU anywhere NEAR his room, let alone his precious merch collection! Go put your normie brain to use and binge watch TSL! THEN he'll be willing to talk to you!
But then he realized that you were kind of m-moe, in an annoying way.... You might not have understood anything when he suddenly dumped mountains of TSL trivia on you, but you were happy to listen anyway! It was like your smile was giving him the strength to keep info-dumping... 👉👈
He’s watched enough anime to know someone in need of protection when he sees them! And you’re definitely the 'lovable, airheaded sidekick/fan favorite’ character trope! If he's not careful, you'll fall into the evil clutches of someone horrible when he's not looking-!
Levi’s not usually into those types because of the cliches, but there’s no way he can resist the goofy smile on your face when you agree to play video games with him....
Satan
Satan would’ve ignored you in the beginning had it not been for how... spacey you could be. And being the bastard man he was, his first idea was to see what kind of trouble he could get you into. You seemed the easy type, anyway.
And yet as time went on and he started actually caring about you, he realized that you were just... a little.... uneducated. Luckily for you, Satan has enough knowledge in his nog for the both of you! He wouldn't mind teaching you a few things?
Aaaand that's a bust. He can't seem to get anything to stick in that thick skull of yours, but he can't be annoyed when you seem to be giving it your all. You're really determined, and that face you're making while you study is...
Ehem. Maybe that's enough book work for the day? He'd much rather learn the wonderful things about you, and enjoy the things you like to do. Teach him carefully, okay?
Asmo
You’re Asmo’s favorite kind of person! To manipulate- So soft and innocent, and he finds you absolutely ADORABLE! He can’t get enough of your cute, dazed looks! Ah, the way you stare blankly at people when you don’t know what’s going on... So cute! ❤️
Having a thing for corruption means you’re the apple of Asmo’s eye. But as he starts liking you more, he realizes that you... get into trouble a lot. You're way too gullible for your own good! You should realize how dangerous it is to be that cute!
At this rate, ANYONE could gobble you up and Asmo would die! He's got to make sure his cute little MC stays safe and sound, so he spends lots of time making sure to leave his mark on you one way or another, be it the lingering smell of his perfume, or other more.. physical marks. That seems to keep the nasties away!
He doesn't mind being a moronsexual. If anything, he's an everyonesexual. Now come to his room! He's been missing your terribly, so why don't you tell him about your day?
Beel
Beel isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer to begin with, so it takes him a long while to realize that you aren't either. What makes it obvious is how much of a knack for trouble you seem to have. It's almost like you're doing it on purpose... but at least you're nice..?
You only seemed like an easy snack to him at first, but now he finds himself saving you constantly from getting yourself into dangerous situations. Like when he caught you standing at the top of the stairs, probably contemplating whether or not you could jump to the last step.
Get used to Beel just picking you up all the time. He'll carry you away from danger and keep you close like the overactive toddler you are. He'll offer to do little tasks for you, too.
He's not saying he's worried that you're somehow hurt yourself using the microwave, but…he's worried that you're somehow hurt yourself using the microwave-
Belphie
He can only think that your personality is exactly what made you such an easy target. Who in their right mind would trust a shady guy in the attic anyway, let alone set him free? YOU, that's who. You were so naive, it was hilarious!
But now it's not so hilarious unless he's e one teasing you. You seem to fall for ANY prank, and while he thinks that's cute, it's also worrisome... He knows there are demons that'd love to eat you, so what if they tricked you into going with them?
Guess he's gotta go to school to protect you.... Jk. He'll just keep you from going! You're much safer if you just nap all day with him, right? Ah, he and Beel were gonna play video games together. Wanna join?
Oh yeah, and don't think you're safe from still being harassed. It's all harmless fun but he can't get enough of how easy it is to trick you. The kind of bastard to tell you to go into the auto-shop and ask for blinker fluid. He loves you though! ❤️
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boldlyvoid · 2 years
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Characters: Spencer Reid, Reader (Y/N), Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Savannah Hayes, Emily Prentiss, Elle Greenaway, Tara Lewis, Jennifer Jareau, Matt Simmons, Luke Alvez
Summary: JJ goes on maternity leave, Spencer falls in love with her replacement that he's supposed to be mentoring, Emily Prentiss and Elle Greenaway work a case together that brings Simmons and Alvez in for help...
Warnings: Genius!Reader, mutual pining, idiots in love, drinking, star gazing, lots of fluff, mentions of past assault, grooming, drug addiction, spencer's trauma, Abductions, Rape, Murder (typical canon violence)
word count: 9.4K
a/n: this is for @starry-eyed-spence and @simmonsmilf CM fanfiction week, Day One: Favorite Character... only I couldn't pick just one.
To say Spencer fell in love at the least opportune time was a bit of an understatement. Everyone he’s ever come close to admitting his love to has either left him or died. Now he’s stuck with loving someone in secret, keeping it to himself and hoping that one day she’ll love him back.
He fell in love with a co-worker once again… which wasn’t the worst thing, office romances happen and it’s quite frankly all Rossi’s fault that they even had to worry about fraternization policies. The part that makes liking Y/N so difficult is that he’s supposed to be her mentor, he’s 5 years older than her, and if he was to ever make a move she would feel inclined to reciprocate in order to keep her job because that’s the unfortunate truth behind office relationships with significant differences in positions.
And worst of all… she doesn’t like him that way at all. She’s called him the brother she always needed, a best friend, the best mentor ever. She wasn’t interested in him in the slightest.
“And why would she be?” He’s said this to everyone who knew about his crush on her. “I’m old and boring and she’s so cool?”
But he didn’t get it. He didn’t understand that every time she asked him to hang back to help her file something, or when they would buddy up in hotel rooms to discuss cases all night and end up down some star trek rabbit hole instead, every time he talked to her she was falling in love with him right back.
It once again all circles back to Rossi, if it wasn’t for him, Spencer wouldn’t even know her. She wouldn’t have ever been introduced to the unit, he wouldn’t be attached to her at the hip and he probably wouldn’t be as happy as he is with her in his life. Even if she wasn’t his girlfriend.
He’ll never forget the day Rossi asked him to meet her, to help her settle in…
“Spencer, can I talk to you for a minute?” Rossi called him into his office.
He sighed, putting his book down and walking up the stairs to his office. He closed the door behind himself and smiled awkwardly, “what’s up?”
“Sit,” he gestures to the chairs in front of his desk, where Spencer pulls one out and proceeds to sit down, anxiously. “As you know, both Kate and JJ will be out of the field in the next few months to have their babies and we need to bring someone in to fill the void until they return, so I reached out to the academy to see if they have any up and coming Dr. Reid like agents that they could loan us.”
“Why?” Spencer laughs at the choice of words.
“Well, honestly, why get new 2 agents when we could have two Reid’s? JJ will be back after a month or 2, it’s better to have more brains than brawn.”
“So they found someone and you want me to be their chaperone?” Spencer clues in. “Who are they?”
“Y/N Y/L/N, she’s a wonderful agent, but she’s pretty quiet, I don’t know much about her personally.” Rossi prefaces. “She’s a genius, high IQ like yours and just a plethora of knowledge inside that mind of hers. You’ll like her.”
“Alright,” he nods. “When do they start?”
“When JJ’s water breaks, but I’d like you to meet them and maybe even have them shadow you for a day?” Rossi asks, “I’ve actually arranged for you both to get dinner at a friend's restaurant?”
“Is this an arranged date or purely business? Don’t send me in there blind,” he worries. “I need at least a week's prep before I go on a date again.”
“It’s not a date, kid,” Rossi laughs. “She's just a lot like you were when I met you, and I know from watching you all these years that it’s not easy to do it alone, so can you just walk them through it?”
“Of course.”
That first dinner Rossi set up for them was more exquisite than either of them prepared for.
They spent the whole night discussing dissertations and their independent journeys through becoming a genius. He understood perfectly why Rossi and the Academy would think she was a lot like him, she was a genius, but she was awkward. It took a while for her to break out of her shell and open up, but by the end of the night, he already knew they were going to be friends.
“So,” she smirks, “would you mind telling me honestly how hard this job is?”
“Why?”
She sighs, “I’ve heard a lot about Thee Doctor Reid and how you were the youngest hired to the BAU and all the shit you’ve been through.”
“What are the rumours these days?” He awkwardly smiles back, rolling his eyes slightly.
“That you were brain dead in a cemetery from an overdose and yet you’re so smart you came back from the dead to kill the unsub and escape…” she looks more and more disappointed in the rumour as she tells it.
His tongue hits the roof of his mouth as he opens it to speak, making a tsk noise as he shakes his head. “Well, I did OD but it was the unsubs main personality that resuscitated me.”
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
He nods, “what about you? I’m sure you have a reputation based on a rumour?”
She presses her lips together the way he always did, just as awkward. She sighs, huffing the air out of her nose and looking fed up. “I was groomed and assaulted by an older boy who then told kids I had a stalkerish crush on him so if I was to ever tell anyone what happened, then no one would believe me.”
“I’m so sorry,” Spencer knows the words don’t make up for what happened. “I’m guessing that’s why you wanted to get into profiling?”
She nods, “I got away with some PTSD and trust issues, most girls go through much worse… they deserve someone who gets it to look into their cases.”
Spencer nods. “That’s how I felt after my kidnapping too. It took a while for me to look at crime scene photos and not think about how they felt, and wonder why I lived when so many die?”
“I’ve never been a religious person,” she prefaces. “But I do believe we are here for a reason. Whether you choseto be here after your last life or this is some learning opportunity, or God is actually real? And you’re supposed to do good.”
“In narcotics anonymous, they reference god a lot, it’s helpful for the addicts, but I never get into it,” he opens up with her more than he’s ever opened up with any friend. “If my Devine purpose is to suffer in order to relate to those I’m supposed to help that’s a load of bullshit… honestly, I can get pretty angry thinking about why I’ve gone through what I’ve gone through doing this job, but it’s not as bad as what happened to me growing up, and it leads me to believe that I probably wouldn’t have had an easy time no matter how I live.”
She nods, “I know, I get that.”
“Sorry,” he snaps out of it. “I didn’t mean to trauma dump on you.”
“It’s exactly what I asked for actually,” she reminds him with a soft smile. “If you can still come to work every day, after all that, you must be incredibly strong— and if I’m anything like you the way people say I am, I guess I can do it too.”
He had no idea she would end up being his best friend.
She shadowed him just once in the office, picked up everything right off the bat and immediately made a name for herself in the unit. Derek tried multiple names on her before one stuck, and they knew it stuck when even Hotch called her Baby Genius.
She brought a different knowledge base to the team, similar to Spencers but visibly younger. She fit in with the crowds of kids they had to interview, she understood why kids reacted the way they did to trauma and abuse, and she was still a kid at heart. It was the reason Spencer fell for her.
She allowed him to feel free again. They went out together outside of work, going to events he always wanted to go to with a partner but never had a chance. She loved all the same things as him, and she takes him to places he’d never imagine enjoying before her.
Like laser tag… that was an afternoon he’ll never forget with her.
When JJ went into labour, that’s when Y/N started full time and Hotch hired Tara Lewis in the same week. The team barely had time to adjust to being undermanned before they were restocked.
Joining Spencer every morning for every case, she waited out front of her apartment for him to pick her up most mornings, sticking to his side throughout the long days and nights until he drove her home again. Even at work, they were partnered up for everything: heading to the M.E. together, bouncing facts back and forth at the precinct, playing good cop bad cop with perverts, and her personal favourite… Making the geoprofile.
And Spencer liked doing that part with her as well. Because it typically meant they were completely alone in a room, spreading out a map and leaning in close to each other as they placed every sticker and marker. Brushing hands, bumping shoulders, longing glances as they made connections… he also just liked to watch her hands move.
She was delicate and careful and precise… and he was falling in love with everything about her as the days went by.
Everyone on the team had noticed. It was really hard not to when they’ve all known Spencer for almost 11 years now. He was so different with her in his life, he was happy and giddy and dressing even better than before. His hair was perfect and he was glued to Y/N’s side. Or she was glued to his.
Even though they were mentally similar, physically they were polar opposites. Y/N wore all black and was a lot more outgoing than they expected. Rossi thought she’d be quiet… But she was constantly talking. To Spencer, to other officers, to witnesses, she never stopped talking and starting conversations, and thank god she did because she’s cracked 4 cases that way.
The biggest surprise the team learned about her happened on a case in Florida, a shooting in a local park in broad daylight with lots of witnesses meant the whole team was on the boardwalk asking questions. She went out to do her thing, talking to the local skaters, asking them if they knew anything but they didn’t want to cooperate.
They were too cool for the feds.
“Can I see your board?” She asks, “if I do some tricks will you answer some questions for me and Doctor Reid?”
“Knock yourself out,” one of the boys laughs as he hands her his board.
She hands Spencer her gun and shoots him a wink before taking off to do a few tricks. The whole team watches in awe then as Y/N showed off. Cruising along the halfpipe effortlessly like she was a professional.
“Okay Tony Hawk,” Morgan teases her, “where did that come from?”
“Skateboarding is easy, it’s just physics,” she shrugs. “I can figure skate too…”
“What do you want to know?” The boy takes his board back. “We always see some sketchy guys around here.”
Morgan pats Y/N on the back with a smile, applauding her ability to get anyone to open up before leaving her to take the statement.
“Agent?” One of the girls pulls her aside just before they are about to leave, “how did you do that kickflip? I’ve been trying to learn and the boys won't help me.”
“Sure thing,” she takes the girl's board and demonstrates a kickflip first.
“So, you see as I start the kickflip I bend my knees?” She shows her another kickflip all while explaining it. “Much like the with an ollie, I’m building pressure so I can apply it to the tail, making the board pop. The one thing that makes this trick different from the ollie is that instead of sliding my foot up, I just flick my toe out to the right of the board, by doing this, the board flips in a 360-degree motion.
She demonstrates again and it’s another flawless kickflip, and a huge smile on her face as Spencer watches her.
“How fast the board spins depends on how much force I put into it when I flick it out. As soon as the board flips in a full 360, your feet should connect and drive the board back to the ground.”
She hands the board back to the girl, “your turn.”
She takes a deep breath and shakes her nerves out before taking off on her board, looping around and carefully bending her knees, she follows every step and it’s a flawless kickflip.
“Flawless!!” Y/N claps. “Those boys better watch out, you’re a natural.”
“Thank you,” she wraps her arms around Y/N and gives her a hug, “it’s taken me so long to be able to do that, you’re so cool.”
“You’re welcome,” she smiles. “Good luck out there.”
She waves as she takes off on her board, leaving Y/N with a smile as she turns to Spencer. “I miss being that age and thinking everything is so cool.”
“You are really cool,” he agrees. Smiling softly as a blush fills his cheeks. “You’re always surprising me. Is there anything you can’t do?”
She laughs, “yeah the one thing I want to do the most.”
“Which is?”
She sighs, “maybe I’ll tell you someday.”
He’s sitting beside Penelope and Savannah, watching Derek and Y/N get drinks for what’s left of the group as the night drags on.
“When are you going to tell her?” Savannah asks.
“What?” Spencer pretends he doesn’t know what she’s talking about.
“You have a crush on the new girl…” she pokes his cheek as he blushes and gives it away. “Tell her, what’s the worst that can happen?”
“She could feel forced to say yes because I’m a supervisory special agent and she isn’t and she wants to keep her job so she feels like she needs to,” Spencer worries. “I want her to like me back because she fell for me and I want her to initiate it because then I’ll know it’s not just a power dynamic issue.”
“Have you tried asking her, genius?” Penelope teases. “Because if you asked her then you’d know she has a crush on you and she’s afraid you’ll turn her down because you’re an SSA and she isn’t.”
“When did you hear that?”
Penelope pretends to lock up her lips and throw away the key, making Savannah laugh loud enough to get Derek's attention at the bar. When he and Y/N return, that’s when the questions start.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” Spencer gets up and leaves the booth, walking out towards the smokers' exit at the back of the bar, getting a moment of semi-fresh air to think about what Penelope said.
“Spence?” She calls to him from the door, “are you okay? Can I come out here?”
“Yeah,” he nods. “Sorry, I needed some air, it’s nothing.”
“Do you need a hug? I read it helps the most when people are stressed out,” she plays it off with a shrug.
“So you do have a crush on me?”
“She told you?” Her face lights with fury, “what the fuck, Penelope?”
“She didn’t mean to,” he tries to cover it up. “It was only brought up because I have feelings for you as well.”
Her eyes widen, her brows raise and her mouth slowly opens as she freezes.
“Y/N?”
She blinks a few times and shakes her head, “impossible. There’s no way.”
He laughs, “I’ll take that hug now?”
She lunges for him and wraps her arms around him so tight. Breathing him in, her hands wander his back as she takes in every second if it and he does the same. He can’t believe she’s that close to him, her hair smells nice and she’s so soft in his arms.
It’s quiet outside, they can hear the music behind the door, the people in the ally talking and the crickets in the night. It’s just them outside, holding each other in the smoking section with smiles on their faces, amazed that it’s finally happening.
“Can we keep this between us?” She whispers into his ear. “Just for a bit? I don’t want to go through all the paperwork and have to separate in the field if it doesn’t work out?”
“Wait,” Spencer pulls back. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”
She nods, “well yeah isn’t that what happens when two people have a mutual crush? They date?”
“Okay,” he smiles, staring at her lips and then flicking his gaze back to hers with a blush. “I have more than a crush on you, I really, really like you.”
“Prove it,” she teases, “let's go on a real date soon?”
“You know what, let’s get out of here. I have something I want to show you,” he takes her hand and waits for her to nod.
“Take my lead okay? You don’t feel good and you’re going to wait outside while I say goodbye,” she has a plan right away
“After you,” he holds the door open for her and lets her inside first.
“I’m taking Spencer home, he’s not doing well,” she’s a much better actress than Spencer expected, patting his back and watching him leave the bar before her like she asked him to do. “He’s really anxious?”
Penelope looks worried, “oh no, I fucked up. I told him you like him.”
She just shrugs, “if he didn’t know that already then I guess he’s not as smart as he pretends to be.”
“See,” Derek looks at Savannah. “I told you everyone else also thinks he’s faking being that smart.”
“Shut up,” she shoves him and turns her attention back to Y/N. “Go make him feel better, he’ll like your company.”
“I’ll see you guys at work on Monday,” she waves them goodbye, surprised they bought it as she rushes her way back outside to Spencer.
He’s already in his car, engine running and waiting for her with a smile. “Come on,” he hurries her inside and is taking off down the road before she even has her seatbelt on yet.
“What’s the rush, Spence? It’s only 1 in the morning I’m sure tones of places are open still?” She teases.
“You’re going to like this, I used to go here all the time when I started with the bureau,” he explains, leaving the main road to take a back root, and eventually they’re driving on gravel.
“If you’re taking me here to murder me this is a dumb way to do it because they all know I left with you,” she teases. “At least when you go to get rid of me, do yourself a favour and dig 6 one-foot holes instead of one 6 foot hole…”
He laughs, “would you really give your murderer tips?”
She nods, “my goal would be to piss him off so much he either lets me go or murders me quickly. I don’t want to go through all the pain.”
“It’s not fun, that’s for sure,” he shrugs it off but she knows it hits too hard.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, reaching her hand out for his to hold by the gear shift. “I think you’re like the strongest guy in the world, you know that, right?”
“Why?” He asks as if that's a preposterous thing to say.
“I think if I got kidnapped and tortured at 24 I wouldn’t still be working in the FBI,” she admits. “I barely made it through the academy, I know this job is intense but I don’t think I could handle being in that situation.”
“If it’s up to me,” Spencer squeezes her hand tighter and brings it to his lips for a kiss. “You’ll never experience anything like that.”
He’s so good at making her feel safe that she almost believes he has the power to do that. He would do anything and everything to move fate for her safety.
He turns down another back road then, around the edge of a lake and towards a clearing. He follows old tire tracks and parks by the dock. “I found this spot one night on a random drive to clear my head.”
“I thought you hated driving?” She quizzes him.
He shrugs, “I like to drive at night when no one else is on the road because then I don’t really have to worry about anyone else. I hate driving because I can’t always anticipate other drivers' movements. If I could read minds, then I’d drive more.”
“Valid,” she nods, “now why is this such a special spot that you needed to show me right away?”
“Well, I have a telescope and it’s been in my trunk for the last 13 years so that every time I come here, I can look up at the moon…”
“You brought me here to look at the moon with you?” She swoons, “that’s so cute.”
“You think?” He looks like his heart is doing the same swelling as hers.
She gets out of the car before she can lean over and kiss him the way she wants to. In his trunk, he does have a telescope, and a blanket, which they set out on the dock and sit upon.
The sound of the lake, the loons in the distance, frogs and crickets and music travelling from somewhere down the lake. The moon was big, the stars were amazing, and this was the closest she has ever seen them. It's amazing, and of course, it was Spencer showing her everything.
He was everything to her.
And it didn’t take long for him to become everything to her either.
Joining the BAU was a dream to many at the academy, but Y/N never thought that she would get the job, overjoyed that she did. They were a family unit; they got the job done, they protected each other, and it was a wonderful environment to be a part of. She obviously liked Spencer the most out of everyone. He took her in, he made her feel comfortable and safe and she opened up more with him than she has with anyone she’s labelled a “best friend” in the past.
She liked everything about him. The way he talked with his hands, how his sweater, vest, shirt and tie always match, his gun looks a little out of place on his belt, like it’s too big for him, but it’s cute. His hair’s been getting longer too, sometimes he wears glasses and sometimes if she’s lucky, he doesn’t shave every day.
She can’t take her eyes off him when he’s busy and won't notice, just to then move her focus away when he stared at her. She only wishes she could see the way he stares at her in awe, because if it’s anything like how she looks at him, he must love her.
She keeps her hand in his, trading the telescope back and forth in turns, her face was close to his every time they switched and she kept getting bolder with each exchange. Letting Spencer look, she kept her face close to his, kissing his cheek softly as soon as he was busy peering up at the moon.
He turned to her with a gasp, “what was that for?”
“You’re cute,” she shrugs. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while.”
“How long?” He teases, leaning in closer and kissing her nose to make her laugh.
“Since you dropped me off at my house after that first dinner…”
“So this is me,” she nods out the window, “thank you for the ride, I appreciate not having to be in an Uber all by myself.”
“Anytime you need a ride, you can give me a call?” He asks. “Seeing as we’ll be going to the same place anyway.”
She nods with a smile, “I’d love that, do you live close to here?”
“Just up the street,” he nods. “So we could carpool?”
“I can drive some days if you want?” She asks, “I know you mostly take the subway, and I know that because I’ve seen you reading on there before.”
He can’t help but smile, “so you never thought to say hello?”
“No,” she shakes her head, “you looked peaceful, and I’m sure you don’t get many moments like that in your line of work.”
He sighed, knowing she was right. “If it ever gets to be too much for you, please never feel like you have to pretend to be okay? None of us expect you to be stone cold, none of us are either. The job gets to us, just tell me if it gets to be too much?”
She looks from his lips back to his eyes and over again, “thanks, Spencer.”
He does the same to her, “anytime. Should I walk you to your door?”
She shakes her head, “that’s okay you’ve done enough for me tonight.”
“Fair enough,” he laughs. “Have a good night Y/N.”
“You too, Spencer,” she smiles before she exits his car, smiling at him from her porch before he drives away.
“So it’s been mutual this whole time?” He shakes his head at the absurdity. “I’ve been so lonely for so long and then I found you and you make me feel like I don’t need to be alone anymore.”
“You complete me too,” she makes one more comment before connecting their lips.
It’s like the world stops then. It’s silent and serene and everything she thought kissing Spencer Reid would be.
She pulls back with a smirk, “oh no.”
“What?” He worries.
“I’m going to want to kiss you all the time now…”
“Good,” he mumbles the words against her lips before reconnecting them.
At work on Monday, it’s very hard for them to look at each other without remembering that they’ve kissed. Spencer’s practically glowing with admiration for her that he gives it all away. He’s overly happy, offering to do things for others, standing way too close to her and bringing her coffee all morning.
“Okay, pretty boy,” Derek takes him by the scruff of the neck and redirects him into his office. “What’s going on with you today, I know you’re not this happy for JJ’s return?”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you get laid or something?”
Spencer laughs, “no, you know I don’t get laid. You actually remind me of that fact quite often.”
“You’re so happy I’m worried you’ve moved to crack,” he says it. “Okay, you were acting weird on Friday, you missed brunch on Sunday and now you’re waaay too happy.”
“I’m not on drugs again,” Spencer assures him. “I’m just letting myself enjoy my time with Y/N, if she falls in love with me in the meantime that would also be nice.”
“Oh, so you’re doing this to get laid,” Derek teases him again. “That’s good, I’m sorry if I triggered you by asking, but I had to make sure you’re okay.”
“No, no,” he places his hands on Derek's shoulders, “thank you for caring.”
“Always—“
“Guys!” They hear Hotch yelling from the bullpen, cutting the tender moment short, saving Spencer from spilling the truth.
Rushing back, he sits beside Y/N at the briefing room table. “We have a bad one,” Emily Prentiss of all people walks in the door, followed by Elle Greenaway.
“We’ll have time to mingle in a minute, right now there is a woman who needs our help,” he announces.
Spencer quickly reads over the case files, recognizing Elles handwritten notes, she was a private investigator now. “With Penelope’s help, I’ve been able to set up alerts in College chatrooms in the area so that I can help to missing and assaulted women right away.”
“She’s alerted when someone reports a missing woman and she has advertisements for people to reach out to her for help,” Penelope explained.
“I’ve been working on these cases for the last 9 years,” Elle announces. “This morning Aasia Desai called me saying her sister Bahni never showed up for lunch and it’s not like her, we know she went clubbing last night and so far Penelope’s tracked her down an ally and then she’s gone.”
“Her parents are British diplomats so Interpol has asked me to join, luckily I was just in Ontario so it was a short trip over,” Emily adds. “JJ will be here in half an hour for her first day back, and we will celebrate when we can, but I see we have some new faces here?”
“Special Agent Y/N Y/L/N,” she waves, still glued to Spencer’s side. “I’ve heard a lot about you both from Doctor Reid.”
“Doctor Tara Lewis,” she stands and shakes Emily’s hand, and then Elles.
“So it says here that the first missing case was in 2006 just after you left the BAU?” Spencer changes the subject before anyone can pry into why he would be telling her about the women who worked there before her.
“I did,” Elle nods. “I was too late for her, by the time her parents realized she was missing and called me in the case was cold. I started this as a way to get ahead of it.”
“How long has she been missing?” Tara asks.
“She was last seen at 1:07 this morning,” Elle confirms. “We have 25 hours, maybe, to beat the odds.”
“Reid,” Hotch cuts in, “I would like you and Elle to go check out the street she was last seen on, find any private cameras or anyone who might have seen something.”
He turns to Y/N who just shrugs in silence; “it’s fine.”
“Tara and Derek, I’d like you to interview Aasia when she and JJ get here, Garcia can you do a deep dive into Bahni’s spending and academic records?”
“Sure thing,” she starts clicking away on her computer immediately.
“And Y/N,” Elle looks at her. “I need you to go over the footage of the man who followed her to the alley and get familiar with his face. We’re using you as the face of the investigation to hopefully draw the unsub out.”
“How would she be able to do that alone?” Spencer gets defensive, a way he used to with JJ when she was the media liaison.
“If she goes on the news and makes Bahni seem like a person while describing the unsub as someone who can help solve the case, it will draw him out,” Emily explains for Hotch, who is glaring at Spencer for second-guessing the plan already.
“And she’s college-age,” Elle adds. “If that’s who he’s been going after all this time he will want to come in and talk IF he can talk to her.”
She places her hand on his leg under the table, “it’s a good plan.”
“It is,” Hotch agrees.
“What do you not have a saying to replace wheels up when they stay in town?” Elle teases him.
“Wheels away?” Emily joins her, “that works?”
“just get to work,” Hotch tries not to smirk at them.
Spencer stands up to leave with Elle, “can I just talk to Spencer before he leaves?” She carefully asks Hotch.
“Make it quick,” he agrees reluctantly and lets her follow him down to his desk.
Spencer rests his hands on the back of his desk chair, holding it tightly in an attempt to calm himself down.
“I’m going to be fine,” she assures him. “I don’t think the guy on the tape took her, we’d see him leave if he did.”
“Unless he lives in the alley,” Spencer combats. “Can you ask Penelope to do a background check on all the cars coming in and out of the campus and that street between midnight at 2 am?”
She nods, placing her hand on his gently. “Good luck out there, okay?”
He nods, “it’s been 2 days they’re going to know by the end of the week.”
She laughs, “so be it.”
He says fuck it right then and there, wrapping her up in a hug and kissing the top of her head as the team watches in the briefing room. “I’ll see you later.”
“Yes you will,” she smacks his side as he lets her go. “If you’re going to make a scene at least give me a real kiss.”
“Hmm,” he teases. “No cause then I’d have to sign some paperwork and I’ve got to go…” he starts to back away.
“Coward,” she teases.
He just shrugs, meeting Elle by the door and heading towards the elevators in silence.
She doesn’t ask, not even when they get to the garage or inside the SUV. They’re driving down the road for maybe 2 minutes when Elle finally brings it up. “So—”
“What do you want to know?”
“It's that easy now? What happened to you?” She teases. “You’re so different from the baby Spence I left.”
“Well you missed my drug problem, my dad being a possible child molester, getting shot in the knee, getting shot in the neck, my girlfriend dying, and now my mom might have Alzheimer's so you know… I had to grow up a bit,” he lays it all out for her to ask any question she wants.
“Why don’t you ever call me? I would have been there for you through anything,” she reminds him.
“I know that,” he reaches over for her hand, “thank you. But I was a big fan of suffering in silence… and now I have Y/N and she makes me feel normal?”
“That’s good, you deserve some fraction of normal in your life and she’s really cute,” Elle smiles back at him before returning her focus to the road. “How old is she?”
“27,” he smiles. “She’s the best.”
“You love her,” Elle notices it.
He presses his lips together to fend off a smile as he nods, “I think I do.”
“Tell her, you deserve to hear that someone loves you back.”
She’s anxiously tapping her foot as she waits for the elevator to arrive with the suspect, Rossi standing just behind her. Only 15 minutes after being on the news, the man that was in the security footage contacted them. Making his way over for a voluntary interview.
He looks Y/N up and down with a smile, “I heard you were looking for me.”
“I sure was,” she plays along with it, smiling and making him think she’s interested as well. “I knew you’d get the message, we just need all the help we can get right now.”
“Of course,” he has his ego stroked so well that they can roll with it.
“Would you mind coming with me and Agent Rossi to talk about everything you saw?” She batts her lashes at him, really selling it.
“Sure,” he follows them down the hall.
Rossi opens the door and lets them in first, letting her get him settled and a glass of water. “So you can tell me everything from that night?”
“Sure,” he nods, explaining his taxi job, his run for the night and his alibi.
“So why did you step back into the doorway?” She asks as she sits in front of him. Straight-faced as she catches him off guard.
“Excuse me?”
“You stepped out of the way to let her pass and then followed her, she made no motion to say she wanted your services, so I’m just wondering why you would follow her before she disappeared?”
“Huh,” he suddenly feels played and his personality switches. “I thought this was just a chat?”
“I’m simply asking you questions? If you don’t have answers that makes you suspicious. An innocent person would have given me an answer,” she fights back.
“She’s right, you got very defensive very fast,” Rossi finally speaks up.
He shakes his head with a huff. “I was going to ask if she needed a ride, she looked pretty messed up. And then some guy came over and wrapped his arm around her and they walked off. They seemed to know one another. I thought she was safe in his hands.”
Only his tone doesn’t match the words. He sounds jealous— It’s not like she would have been a large tab, he wasn’t jealous because he lost a customer. No, he’s jealous like someone stepped in and prevented him from snatching an easy victim.
“Fair enough,” she pretends to believe him. “Thank you for your cooperation.”
“I can go now?” He changes right back to confused.
She nods, “I’ll escort you down if you’d like?”
“Thanks,” he stands and follows her to the door where Rossi stops her.
“Are you sure?”
She nods, “I’ll be back up shortly.”
She catches up with him by the elevators, “did you have to drive far to get here?” She makes small talk.
“Not really,” he shakes it off. “I like your necklace.”
She touches her necklace and her face drops, “thanks.”
“Necklaces are my favourite.”
“You don’t wear any?” She notices in the form of a question.
He shakes his head as the elevator opens at the ground level. “I think they’re nice gifts.”
She nods along, pretending that didn’t set off every ret alert and alarm in her mind, “well here you are. Thanks again for all the help.”
“No problem,” he goes to leave, turning to stop and block the doors from closing. “If you want, later tonight I can show you everything I saw at the alley?”
“Yeah, sure,” she agrees with no plan to go.
“8 pm? At Cafe Linda?”
“See you then,” she agrees and he steps back letting the door close and then she loses her cool.
Feverishly smashing the floor 6 button, and begging to make it back up to Hotch to tell him everything. But she also just wants to cry but she holds it in as she makes it to their floor matching past Rossi and right into the briefing room.
“He may not be our unsub but that man is a creep,” she announces. “He not only complimented my necklace but he asked me to come to the alley tonight so he can walk me through what he saw.”
“You’re not going,” Hotch announces.
“I didn’t plan to,” she snaps. “I think we need to look into him because he’s either giving little girls necklaces to keep them quiet or he’s taking necklaces after he kills women.”
“Kathy’s parents said she was in a necklace when she went missing,” Emily adds. “His connection to this case and being at NYU right before she went missing gives us enough probable cause for a search warrant.”
Hotch sighs, “fine. I’ll call a judge, you and Y/N can go and search his place.”
“So shouldn’t we arrest him before he leaves the building?” Morgan asks.
“He’s still in the garage, I’ve let the security know to stop him and arrest him at the gate,” Garcia adds, listening in and planning in advance.
“Thank you,” Hotch smiles at her, “you’re always reading my mind.”
Garcia smiles back at him, “always, sir.”
“Okay, let’s go,” she looks at Emily and waiting for her to turn to leave the room.
“Let’s,” she motions for Y/N to take the lead and follows.
The drive to his house is so weird… she doesn’t quite know how to talk to Emily, knowing only slightly about her and her knowing nothing about Y/N.
“So how long have you and Spencer been dating?” Her first question just gets right to the point.
She laughs awkwardly, “3 days…”
“Oh…”
She hums as she nods along, looking out the window and avoiding Emily’s eye contact. “It’s new, we’re both pretty infatuated with each other but we’re taking it slower than most people because I’m afraid to let my feelings change how I do the job.”
“Makes sense,” Emily replies. Her voice is so sweet, she has an aura of calm that follows her and lets Y/N feel safe. She gets why Spencer said she was his best friend on the team before her.
“The necklace comment… why did it make you so wary of this guy?”
“When I was in middle school a guy gave me a necklace while he was grooming me,” she whispers. Looking out the window and pretending it doesn’t bother her now. “It’s fine, I don’t have it anymore, but I knew this guy had that same vibe.”
Emily put her hand out, letting Y/N interlock their fingers and hold it. “I know I just met you, but you’re family now. I’m here if you’re ever suddenly not fine with it anymore…”
“Thanks,” she smiles. “Let’s get this fucker.”
By the time the warrant went through, Spencer and Elle had joined them to search the first suspect's house while Emily left to help the rest of the team with suspect two. Tracking all the license plates in the area like Spencer suggested lead them to a Chinese food delivery driver in the area.
That didn’t stop Y/N from destroying her suspect's house. They tore the house apart, searching every nook and cranny for any answer that would make sense. She was tempted to lift the floorboards up, call in SCSI to run ground-penetrating radar and search the fucking walls if they had to.
But then she found it.
A small metal box in the laundry room contained some tools and when she lifted up the fake bottom, she found 5 necklaces.
“Elle!!” She yelled through the house.
They both came running down the hall to her, “is this Kathy’s necklace?”
“Oh my god,” she whispered with a nod.
“I want to kill this guy,” she mumbles under her breath as she places the necklaces back in the box and closes it up.
“Spencer doesn’t need another girl he has a crush on to murder someone and get kicked out of the bureau,” Elle teases.
“What?” Y/N asks.
“Way to go,” Spencer nudges her.
Y/N stands up with the box and slides it into a large evidence bag before taping it up. “I guess he has a type then.”
“I don’t,” Spencer tries to cover up. “I mean, if I do then it’s people who are nice to me…”
She smiles at him, unable to even pretend to be jealous or mad. “It’s hard to be mean to you when you’re so cute.”
“Ew,” Elle announces her disgust as she leaves the room.
“Let’s get out of here before I end up kissing you in a murderer's laundry room,” Spencer teases, taking her hand and leading her out of the house as the rest of the forensics team takes over the bagging of evidence.
“Guys,” Elle rushes back to them with her phone pressed to her ear. “We have a bigger problem than we thought with Bahni.”
They rush into the SUV, putting the team on the speaker to hear the most unthinkable. “So I did what Y/N suggested and searched every single driver coming in and off-campus and the last street she was seen on,” Penelope explains back. “And I came across a man who was delivering Chinese food under the name Tom Larson… and it’s ironic his name is tom because he has a plethora of peeping offences and general creepiness alongside a metric shit-ton of abuse from his dad and dead mother.”
“Okay?” Elle follows.
“Tom Larson lives near Bahni,” Emily explains, “I was just at his house where I found him and his father had been murdered.”
“So we have not 1 but 3 creeps in this case, and none of them are who took Bahni?” Spencer rubs his eyes. “Please tell me we know who was in Tom’s car last night.”
“That’s where it gets tricky,” Penelope says with the doles tones of keys clicking behind her words. “We were just contacted by the fugitive Taskforce because they believe one of the murderers they’ve been tracking took Bahni… but he has ties to a much larger scale global sex trafficking ring.”
Elle flies through the streets with their lights on, pulling back into headquarters and right up to the security check. “So who is this guy?”
“Once you get back up here, Agent Simmons and Alvez will explain everything,” Hotch confirms. “I’m taking Derek to see Cruze, we need to tell him what’s going on.”
“Sounds good,” Elle hangs up and throws the SUV in park.
Y/N hesitates, staying put and taking a few breaths as Spencer watches. Elle’s left the car and is already on her way to the elevator. “What’s wrong?”
“Can I just have a hug real quick?”
“Yeah,” he wraps his arms around her and holds her close. “Are you okay?”
She nods against him, “yeah it’s just good to have at least 8 hugs a day.”
“Hug me whenever you need to,” he whispers against her hair, kissing the side of her head before she pulls back.
“Kisses are helpful too?”
He smiles, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers, mumbling against them, “how many?”
She hums, “10?”
He pecks her lips 10 times and counts each one, making her giggle, it takes so much effort to hold her smile back to keep kissing him but she feels much better.
“Thank you,” she beams and she can swear Spencer's eyes sparkle as he smiles back.
She pulls him into another hug, “I hate that we have to go catch a killer right now.”
“Come on then, as soon as we get him we can go on another date somewhere?”
She shakes her head, “after this case I think we should take a nap together… I’m exhausted and I don’t want to let you go.”
Spencer shakes his head in amazement, “you really like me?”
“Yeah, maybe I do,” she teases him. “You should get used to it because it’s only going to get more intense and I will smother you with love.”
He just shrugs, “it’s about time—“
They’re startled with a knock on the window, “we get it you’re in love, can we go now?”
“Sorry!” Y/N calls back with a giggle, pulling him in for one last kiss before getting out. Spencer follows with a deep blush that everyone will see when they get back upstairs, but it looks cute on him.
Luke Alvez has been trying to catch one criminal for the last 2 years. Simon Garrett has been a pain in the ass for the FBI, the CIA and DEA. He first showed up on their radar when his DNA was found on 14 women’s remains, all of who had been missing for at least 5 years.
His DNA was then traced to his son in the foster system, who’s been off the radar for the last 10 years. Everette Garrett.
“Now he’s interesting because I’ve been investigating his sex trafficking ring between Canada and the United States,” Matt adds. “All 14 women his father's DNA was found on were thought to be in his ring, which means when they get too old he hands them to his father to take care of.”
Y/N shakes her head as she listens, “so if you’ve been looking for them for this long what makes you think we can find them in time to save Bahni?”
“We’ve been tracking him for a while, we knew that he had a new girl on his radar and when we heard it was Bahni Desai we knew it was time to get you guys,” Matt explains.
“So far we know that she has to be taken to this warehouse in Alexandria before she goes any further, we’re going to intercept them before they make it to the warehouse and then use their car to gain access to take the whole thing down,” Luke rolls out a map of the facility then.
“We need to have the place surrounded for any runners, SWAT is getting prepped, we’re going tonight at 3 am,” Matt adds. “Morgan, Hotch, Prentiss, Alvez and Myself will be running a team at each of the 5 exits. Once inside, each team's swat unit will deploy gas to carefully knock everyone out, from there we need someone to cuff everyone at least until we know who is a victim and who is working there.”
“We’re taking everyone alive?” Spencer makes sure he hears them right.
“We need to know what the step after this warehouse is if we want to rescue more victims,” Luke’s voice is gentle yet stern as he explains. “I’ve seen this man take too many women from good homes and ruin their lives, I’m not letting him slip out of my fingers.”
“We’ve had this planned for months, we just needed to wait for the next confirmed drop-off.”
“Who’s driving?” Y/N asks, having a feeling it was her and Spencer.
“He’s Reids age,” Hotch announces from the door as he walks in with Cruze, “so we’ll replace Everette with Reid and Bahni with Y/L/N.”
“Rossi and Elle will be there to apprehend Everette, we’re setting up a fake traffic spot to irritate him and inhibit him from running. You two will be in a duplicate car arriving at the warehouse at the arranged time,” Emily confirms. “We just have to prep SWAT and then we can leave.”
“Alright, let’s get ready.”
Pretending to be kidnapped in the back of a car driven by her boyfriend was possibly the weirdest way to spend a Tuesday morning. Driving the exact make and model as their unsub, her heartbeat was loud enough to cover the sound of the engine and distract her from the long drive. She was overly anxious, and rightly so, it was her first sting.
And she was doing it all without coffee. Tired but full of adrenaline, she wanted to close her eyes and drift off but she knew she needed to be ready to apprehend the men at the gate with Spencer.
She feels the large bump, indicating they just went over a speed bump and she knows what that means. The car slows and she can hear the muffled talking before swat steps in, soon enough Spencer is cracking the trunk open and reaching in for her.
“Are you okay?” He helps her to her feet and makes sure her bulletproof vest is on right before handing her, her gun and watching her clip it on.
“Yeah, what happened?”
“The guards are down, Swat moved in as soon as we arrived, now we have to stand here and wait for them to clear the building,” Spencer explains as they walk to the front of her car.
She draws her gun and keeps it pointed low, guarded as they watch the front entrance for anyone to escape. “Do you know if Bahni is okay?” She whispers towards him.
He nods, “they radioed in that they got her, she’s being airlifted to the hospital with JJ right now.”
She nods with a deep breath, “okay good.”
“It’s going to be fine, we have enough SWAT here to take the government,” he tries to joke, getting a laugh from one of the officers… very strange to see someone laugh while holding an assault rifle.
One of the swat side steps towards Spencer, “I’m hearing on the line that they’ve cleared every room. They’re cuffing everyone, you’re free to enter.”
“Thanks,” Spencer replies.
The high-pitched screech rubber gripping asphalt in an attempt to stop draws their attention backwards. Elle and Rossi jumping out with their guns drawn, ready to join even though the exciting part is long over.
“No runners?” Elle asks, holstering her weapon. “Aw man, I was excited.”
“Not a one,” Y/N adds, watching the front entrance for the rest of the team to start funnelling out with the unsubs.
Luke exits first with a big smile on his face, Simon Garrett cuffed and barely stumbling out the door in front of him. He finally got him.
“well done,” Elle congratulates him. “Let me help you get him in SWAT van.”
“I think she has a thing for Luke,” Rossi leans into Y/N to gossip. “she wouldn’t stop asking about him on the drive…”
“Ooo,” Y/N teases, getting more and more tired as her adrenaline drops. Her eyes are heavy and Rossi can tell.
“Why don’t I bring you and the good doctor home, I don’t think they need all of us for the wrap-up,” Rossi pats her back. “You’ve had a long night, kid.”
“Thank you,” she smiles, holstering her gun and turning with him towards the SUV. “I’m so exhausted.”
“Well you’ve been on the job for almost 24 hours now, you’ve officially made it through your first overnight sting op,” Rossi congratulates her like he’s her grandpa.
She turns back when she doesn’t hear Spencer following her, “Spence? Are you coming?”
“Um,” he has something to ask as he follows then but he doesn’t say it. “Yeah, sorry.”
“It’s okay, come sit with me in the back?” She asks, sliding in beside him and resting her head on his shoulder as soon as their seatbelts are on.
“Did you still want to have a nap together?” He whispers, feeling her nod against his shoulder before she pulls back.
“Come here,” she tugs him in against her chest, snuggling in as best as she could in their sitting position. Holding him close and feeling him drift off in her arms. She has no problem following suit.
When she wakes, Rossi is parked outside of her apartment, “here you go, Y/N.”
She hums as she comes to, shaking Spencer awake too, “Spence, come on, let’s get to bed.”
“He’s going with you?”
She nods, “don’t tell Penelope. She’ll have a field day, I just want a nap.”
“You better get more than a nap,” Rossi orders. “You guys need to actually rest before you come back to work on Wednesday.”
“Thanks, Dad,” she teases him. “We will.”
“Bye Dave,” Spencer whispers as he gets out of the car. “Thank you for the ride.”
“Anytime kid,” Rossi waves them off, waiting for them to enter the building before driving away.
“Finally,” she sighs, dragging Spencer down the hall and towards her apartment. “I’m so fucking tired.”
“me too,” he barely says.
He follows her inside like a lost puppy, taking off his vest and shirt, slipping out of his pants until he’s in an undershirt, boxers and his mismatched socks. She’s amazed by how comfortable he is with her, but she has known him for 3 months, it’s enough time to fall in love with someone… right?
She’s loved him since she started working with him. When she realized he valued her opinions, he looked at her as a person and he genuinely loved her company. She felt a real connection with him, not just childish infatuation. He was everything to her.
She slides into bed beside him and snuggles in, wrapping an arm around his middle and resting her head on his chest.
“I guess I really can do everything,” she smirks.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
She pokes his chest and giggles away the awkwardness, “the thing I wanted to do most, the thing that I couldn’t do… that was to fall in love with you, but I did it anyway.”
“Well, then I guess I can do everything too.”
She pulls away to look at him, “I love you, Spencer. I don’t know if it’s too soon, but I’ve loved you for a while.”
He pulls her in for a kiss, shocking her as he breathes her in and holds her there. “I love you, more Y/N.”
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elysianslove · 3 years
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Hewwooo! This ask just came into my mind and I wanted to share. So Yuuji has a girlfriend that is a civilian and at first Sukuna is annoyed by her but as time passed he starts to take a like on her since she's always so nice to him despite him being a curse. And he's just so confused about his feelings because him being the king of curses falling for a weakling? Ridiculous. I want to read your interpretation of this idc if its hcs or scenario. Do whatever you like❤
hi my love!! i really hope you like this!! i made it into headcanons so i can go over a larger span of time more smoothly, so i hope that’s okay!
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i’m getting so many sukuna requests hell yes 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️
okay so let’s make it that you’re yuuji’s gf from before he ate sukuna’s finger ( yeah btw wtf is up with your bf ??? )
he called you as soon as they’d announced the death of his grandpa, because it had felt like you were the last family he had left. seriously you’re his whole world
you’re there when megumi starts explaining stuff about how this finger’s super dangerous and people will die you and yuuji are like 😃✋🏼 wha 
but also so unbothered bc he can’t be serious
turns out he is serious laugh out loud
yuuji makes you go home as you’re at the school gate and you’re like mf what??? no???? i’m not leaving you?? 
he ends up making you wait and then he just never comes back
megumi explains everything to you 
but again you’re like 😃✋🏼 pause wtf 
you keep texting him and calling him and he’s not responding you’d be angry at him if you weren’t so fucking worried 
and so eventually he finds you again 
after eating sukuna’s second finger (again, what the fuck sir) 
now megumi had told you he was now like ? possessed ? by a curse? it sounded like gibberish to you tbh and it was the last thing you were thinking about when you finally saw him again
all that mattered was that he was okay and alive and in your arms 
you’ve never hugged him tighter tbh 
so anyways ! yuuji does not want you to meet sukuna 
like ever 
but when he meets you one day really frustrated from a mission, you ask him about it, and he just vents out everything to you. he tells you how the responsibility can be so overwhelming sometimes, and how sukuna can be so infuriating and you can’t imagine what it must be like having this guy in your head 
and then you just go 
“can i meet him?” 
at first he’s like absolutely not ma’am are u insane 
but then you convince him, telling him you trust him and reminding him he has control 
so he shifts 
you really were expecting something horrendous like seriously you were anticipating fainting from fear 
he’s just your bf 
with a rougher edge 
you like instantly relax 
even if this guy’s expressions are nothing like yuuji’s, you remind yourself that it’s still yuuji inside, no matter what 
“i like your — tats?” 
what do you even say to a curse??? 
he’s scowling at you so much you might piss yourself but you just repeat constantly that he can’t hurt you 
“you disgust me,” he spits out
yuuji shifts back so quick, and just groups you on his arms 
“that wasn’t me, i swear,” he says to you and you have to calm him down and tell him it’s okay !!  it’s not his fault the guy’s an ass 
now! yuuji’s pretty comfortable with your level of physical affection 
in fact, he loves it so much. it’s one of his favorite things about you. 
so he’s always welcoming an embrace from his favorite person in the world, but it’s so hard to ignore sukuna’s words in his mind repeatedly saying how this is so revolting 
he tries his best to pay him no attention 
sometimes y’all will be cuddling and a mouth appear somewhere on yuuji’s body and it’ll say “get ur hands off my vessel human!” and ngl
it always makes you laugh
like how comical is that
eventually, over time, the hugs are 
kinda nice, sukuna realizes 
like he’s a thousand year old cursed spirit
he’s not really gotten any affection yk 
like ever 
and it’s not that he ever wanted it
but being with you
or well, him possessing yuuji and yuuji being with you and you being with him through transitive property (thank you grade 7 math)  
it really like softens him
kinda 
a little bit 
like the tiniest bit 
some part of him, he probably thinks it’s yuuji and not even him and that he’s just confused but really some part of him grows to anticipate the hugs 
and when you kiss yuuji 
god
your mouth feels so good he wants to feel it for himself 
it’s like angering him how you’re growing onto him, so he asks yuuji to shift them 
and they do shift
you’re a little surprised bc yuuji gave u like a 3 sec warning before those familiar markings appeared on his skin
“i never thought i’d see you again,” you admit. 
and he just kisses you 
like full on the mouth 
no warning
you pull him back in shock, and rest a hand on his shoulder to keep a distance between you two
“i don’t know where this is coming from but it doesn’t feel right, sukuna.” 
and you’re just
you’re just so nice
why are you so nice???
“i love yuuji, so much, and even though you’re sharing a body you’re still a whole other person. it feels wrong.” 
god why are you so good? it’s infuriating???? 
yuuji shifts back, starts apologizing again like the first time
“you have to stop apologizing for something someone else did, babe.” 
when he’s alone with sukuna that night he’s like dude, dude, bro, my man — we gotta talk boundaries bc wtf
sukuna just goes “not fair u get to kiss her” 
like yeah??? she’s my girlfriend tf ???? 
so sukuna resorts to watching (or feeling) from the sidelines again
as he grows more and more affectionate towards you 
until he’s just as protective over you as yuuji is
until he realizes that 
what yhe fuck
maybe he has feelings for you because, one of the main things about you is that the two times you’ve encountered him, you’ve never treated him like a curse. even if being treated human was once considered belittling to him, having you dote on him like that, speak to him as softly
it made his brain go brrrr 
so he asks yuuji one day, “can i kiss your gf” 
like that’s something you just casually ask
took a lotta convincing but eventually yuuji says “if she says yes then okay” 
it takes like 
90 minutes for both you and yuuji to decide that you’re okay with it. sukuna’s like fuck it ion wanna anymore lmfao
but anyways 
yuuji shifts into him 
and 
he doesn’t even wait the impatient mf 
he just kisses you so suddenly, cupping your neck and tugging at your hair like damn how long has he been wanting to do this
clearly way longer than even he thought 
after that yuuji doesn’t exactly share you, but yeah he’ll let sukuna kiss you every now and then
sukuna’s still not fully accepting of his feelings towards you, but he learns to appreciate you
especially your kindness towards him and yuuji, and the tenderness of your touch 
he never would’ve seen it coming when he awoke in this teenage boy’s body, but he can admit that you’re definitely an added benefit
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yee-fxcking-haw · 3 years
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What Are You?
A/N: All I have to say is I'm really proud of this fic, so much freaking fun to write. I am hopelessly devoted to Kirishima. Please let me know what you think! For the tags, I just tagged those that interacted with the post I made about starting this series, if you wanted added or removed just let me know!
Summary: A movie night gets a little out of hand, next thing you know you're losing your virginity to Kirishima.
Pairing: Pro Hero Kirishima x FemReader (you) both aged up 18+
Warnings: First time, virginity loss, virgin reader, experienced Kirishima, LOTS of consent, oral (female receiving) size kink, daddy kink, rough sex, spanking, choking, belly buldge, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, degredation, dumbification if you squint, very mushy aftercare in the shower, I think that's all of them lmao.
Word Count: 9,304
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The movie you had started is long forgotten, the sounds fading into white noise as your eyelids drift shut. Your body feels like lead, and your brain is quickly turning off. You feel like you could melt into the bed and stay there for several days. You snuggle into Kirishima a little more, barely processing the contented hum he lets out when you do.
"You fallin' asleep sweetheart?" He mumbles against the top of your head, finishing his sentence with a gentle kiss.
"Nah, just resting my eyes." You lie, very aware of how quickly sleep is overtaking your exhausted body.
"Want me to drive you home?" He asks, one hand coming up so he can run his fingers through your hair.
You just shake your head weakly, not ready to remove yourself from his warmth. You really just want to stay, but you two haven't really crossed that line yet. You've been dating for a few months now, but you move painfully slow. You blame it on your lack of experience over all. Being a virgin in your first relationship has definitely come with a lot of caution and slow progress.
Kirishima has been absolutely incredible though, always letting you set the pace, always asking questions, and offering reassurance when needed. You've both definitely had some close calls though, with how much time you spend together and how irresistible he is, it's been hard to keep your hands off of him. You've had your fair share of handsy makeout sessions, but that's about it.
Today does feel a little different though, like there's been some kind of shift. Maybe it's the right time to take that next step, Kirishima has definitely proven himself to be worthy of your trust. You're confident that he would stop when needed, go as slow as you asked him to, and be there for you after.
As your mind races you wrap your arms around the wall of muscle beside you, cherishing the security his large body gives you. You sigh and shift your head so your chin is resting on his chest, allowing you to glance up at him. As always, you're floored by his beauty. His scarlet eyes meet yours as his lips twitch up into a fond smirk. He's definitely the rugged kind of handsome, small white scars litter his face from his few years of hero work.
The most noticeable scar is the one on his upper lip, about two inches in length as it travels up away from his pretty mouth. Your hand absentmindedly reaches up so you can run your thumb over it while you cup his face. He melts into your touch, turning to place a kiss on your palm. Your entire body lights up when he does, he's always giving you sweet little kisses, and you love it more than life itself.
"Whatcha lookin' at my busted face for?" He teases.
You smile coyly as you slide your leg around his hip, slowly bringing yourself up so you can straddle him. You slide your other hand up to hold his face as well, leaning down to press a kiss into his forehead.
"It's a beautiful face." You whisper as you sit back up so you can look down at him again.
God, the sight of him. Wild crimson hair falling across the pillow, stunning porcelain skin offering a marvelous contrast. Your hands slide down his neck, to his collar bones, then down his clothed torso. You mentally curse the black t-shirt that's currently hiding his skin from you, even though he looks incredible in it.
"What are you thinking about hon?" He asks quietly.
Your eyes flash up to his and he gives you a knowing look.
Does he feel it too? You've had plenty of long talks about it, he's always been open about how much he wants to make sure it's a safe experience. He offers you nothing but stability and assurance. The nerve wracking part is that he's so experienced. You're not jealous that he's been with people before you, just worried that you won't live up to them. Kiri has always been very open about his past relationships, just like you have with yours. It's just a matter of finding the confidence to take the next step.
"Oh, you're thinking too much." He says quietly, grabbing your hands to pull them apart.
You hadn't even realized you'd begun to pick at your thumb, but of course he's paying attention.
"Can I stay?" You blurt out, sounding a little too panicked.
"You can always stay." He says as he wraps his arms around your waist, then brings his mouth to press innocent kisses into your neck.
"Baby?" You say, hands carding through his hair.
He only hums, lips still working against your sensitive skin.
"Can we try?" You ask quietly.
Your eyes lock, tension builds, and hands tighten as you both silently understand your heavy implications.
"Are you sure?" He asks with all the sincerity he has.
"I love you, Kiri, I trust you." You breathe out, letting your head fall to rest your forehead against his own.
"If you need me to stop at any point you tell me, understand?" He says with a tone you can't quite decipher. It could be called firm, but that's not exactly right… convicted, he sounds convicted.
"Of course, Red." His body responds to his hero name in the most beautiful way. Muscles tense as he takes a deep breath in, steady arms pull your body towards his. Very suddenly, but some also not soon enough, your lips are on his. Brilliant, rose colored warmth spreads through your veins as he kisses the breath out of your lungs.
"Can I lay you on your back?" He asks against your lips.
"Please." You sigh.
In one swift movement, he scoops you into his arms and spins you around so he can lay you gently on the mattress. One hand stays on your waist, while the other comes up to hold your face.
"I love you, you know that right?" He asks, when you look into his eyes your heart aches when you see all the begging in them.
"Kiri, I've never been more sure of anything." You assure him.
He gives you his thousand watt smile and you can't help but return it. This man is something else. He's the kind that lights up a room, that gives when he's empty, and loves relentlessly. Most of all, he's completely, inexplicably yours.
Your head spins when he dips his head down to kiss your collar bones.
"I'm gonna get you real worked up, ok?" He says then presses one long kiss into your shoulder.
Excitement blasts through your veins. What a beautiful promise he's just made, and you can't wait for him to live up to his word.
"I need you to tell me what feels good." He whispers against your skin as his hands come up so push your tank top up your torso.
"Ok." You reply, cursing yourself for how basic the response is. He's probably used to people who can dirty talk like no tomorrow, and all you can manage are weak one word responses.
"You're thinkin' too much honey." He says with a deep chuckle, his hands halt once he has the fabric bunched at your ribs.
"Talk to me." He says.
"I'm just nervous. Insecurities and all that, worried I won't live up to other people. You know, stupid virgin thoughts." You stumble through the sentence, barely articulating the nerves buzzing around in your abdomen.
"Listen to me." Kiri says with his firm, guiding tone.
"It's just you now. Not them, never will be them again." He brings one of your hands up so he can kiss your knuckles.
"You're my girl, that's all that's on my mind."
The reassurance is short and sweet, but Kiri is always like that with his words. He says it like it is, but there's always immeasurable heart behind what he says, so it's enough to still your nerves.
"Can I make you feel good now?" He asks, face slightly mischievous.
"I think you know the answer." You can't help but giggle when his fingers meet your ribs again to finish taking off your tank top.
Soon he's got you panting and grasping at the sheets. Your clothes are long gone, and he is definitely staying true to his promise to get you worked up. Rough hands are on your waist, while his hot, wet mouth trails across the tops of your breasts. The more time he spends kissing your body, the easier it is to let the nerves die out. Every ounce of uncertainty vanishes the second his soft lips wrap around one of your nipples.
"Oh, baby." You sigh, back arching slightly.
"Like that?" He asks, breaking only briefly. Soon his mouth is back on you, tongue drawing lazy circles around your sensitive buds.
"Yeah…" You find yourself wishing you could respond better again, but your mind is mush.
"How bout this?" He asks as he slides his other hand up to pinch your other nipple.
You rub your thighs together to try and alleviate some of the pressure building in your core. You have to be embarrassingly soaked at this point. After just a few seconds of nipple play, you're already throbbing and it's maddening.
"Kiri." You groan, the friction of his fingers contrasting wonderfully with the smooth movements of his tongue.
You want to feel him everywhere, you want to be overwhelmed by him. The way his tongue is working, you can only imagine him using it somewhere else.
"K-kiri?" You say with a shuddering breath.
"Yeah angel?" He answers, his hand still playing with you a little.
"Lower, please?" Your voice is so shy and timid, and you feel the hot blush spread across your cheeks.
"You're so fuckin' cute." He mumbles before planting an open mouthed kiss between your breasts.
With the same slow, teasing pace, he kisses down your stomach. He stops right under your belly button and glances up at you through his lashes. He's fucking stunning from this angle, but you've found that he really doesn't have a bad angle.
"I'm gonna try something, ok? Tell me how it makes you feel." He says calmly.
"Aye Aye Captain." You say, earning a sweet little chuckle from Kiri.
Any motivation you have to joke is thrown out the window when he nips your sensitive skin. The brief pain sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your pussy, and your walls clench immediately.
"How was that?" He asks, hands running along your hips as he settles between your spread legs.
"More please." Is all you can squeak out.
Kirishima just smiles and kisses where he's just nipped.
"In a little bit baby."
You become suddenly aware of how exposed you are and you're plagued with thoughts of insecurity. As if he can read your mind, Kiri places a kiss to your inner thigh.
"Can I please taste you, your pussy is so fuckin pretty." He sighs against your skin.
Oh yeah, you have to be absolutely dripping. His words have you clenching around nothing, you're so worked up you're worried you might finish as soon as he makes contact with your core.
"Fuck- please Kiri- use your mouth on me." You moan, shocked by your own boldness.
"Oh good girl, keep talkin' to me." He sighs.
Without any further warning his mouth is just all over you. No gentle kisses around your clit like you expected, not teasing fingers on your lips. Just as sudden, blinding pleasure rocketing through your walls as his skilled tongue laps at your sensitive, swollen clit.
"Kiri! Shit!" You cry as your hands find a place in his hair, desperate to hold onto something that can keep you grounded.
"Baby, I'm too sensitive, I'm not gonna- oh fuuuuck." You try to warn him, but the words never stood a chance at leaving your mouth. In the middle of your sentence, he presses one thick finger into your slick hole, and that spells the end for you. With how big Kiri is, his finger might as well be the size of an average man's dick, and it feels incredible. You can't hold it in, and you don't fucking want to. Between the constant, white hot pleasure he's giving your clit, and the sudden intrusion of his finger, your inexperienced body never stood a chance.
"Fuck that was gorgeous." He huffs against your cunt.
Your walls flutter their way through your orgasm, warmth oozing into all of your appendages as Kirishima slows his tongue down enough for you to ride out all of the aftershocks.
You gather enough strength to look down at him, and your blissed out brain wants to shred the shirt he's wearing. Your hands reach down desperately to grab the collar of his shirt in an attempt to pull it off.
"Where'd my shy girl go?" He teases before helping you get rid of his bothersome clothes.
"She left when you made her cum in under a minute." You share a soft laugh with each other, but anything light-hearted disappears when you look down at his briefs and see the outline of his dick.
Kirishima isn't a small man, standing up he's roughly seven feet. You're a relatively average sized woman, but you still feel like a dwarf next to him. Judging by the outline in his underwear, he's definitely proportionate, and the terrifying realization that he's probably not even all the way hard yet makes your stomach drop.
"You want that?" He asks coyly, red eyebrows shooting up as he grins down at you.
"It- it's gonna hurt, isn't it?" You stutter, hands balling up the bedding underneath you.
"It's gonna sting just a little bit, but I told you I'll get you worked up, and it'll only last a second princess." He kisses your nose for reassurance, putting your bubbling chest at ease for a moment.
"Can I- um- can I touch you? Please?" Again, you want to kick yourself for sounding so bashful, but Kiri seems to be incredibly fond of it.
"Of course you can, wherever you want to." He whispers, he leans down to brace on his elbows, his breathtaking body closing the remaining distance between you two. With him looming above you like this, you feel absolutely tiny, like if he put his weight on you it might crush you. Something tells you tomorrow is probably going to consist of a lot of bed rest.
You cautiously slide your hands over his carved abs, adoring the way his muscles tense under your feathery touches. Your eyes stay locked on his and your heart blooms with exhilaration. Your hands travel down his body until your fingertips brush the waistband of his briefs. Kiri takes in a sharp breath when you dip your fingers under the material. You steal a glance down, and you can't help but let your jaw drop.
He's gotta be the size of your forearm, at least. Shit, how the hell are you gonna fucking take that? You remind yourself that Kiri promised it would only hurt for a second, that he would take care of you. You trust him, completely.
He helps you slide his briefs off, and when he's finally free it makes you see stars. His full length falls against your stomach, and he feels so damn heavy. His base is resting against your mound, and his head meets your belly button. His skin is nothing short of beautiful, soft pink tip with a pale shaft littered with veins.
"Holy shit." You pant, your hand looks pathetic when you go to wrap it around his swollen tip.
"It might sting more than a little." You whisper.
"I'll make it feel good, I promise." He says with all the confidence in the world.
He's so unbelievably hard and your hand can't reach all the way around him. There's about an inch and a half between your middle finger and thumb where they should meet. You never thought you'd be so intimidated by a simple body part, but then again, this is Red Riot you're dealing with.
Before you can stroke him, Kiri is grabbing your wrist as he shifts to lean on his side next to you.
"Next time angel, tonight's about you." He says before kissing the skin behind your ear.
His hand lets go of your wrist so he can skate his fingertips down your stomach. As soon as he brushes your clit your body jumps, still so sensitive from the sudden orgasm he's just given you. You take in deep breaths as your legs shift anxiously while he dips his fingers down so he can run them up your soaked lips.
"You're so wet for me." He sighs against your neck.
"Kiri- please- make me feel good again." You whimper, desperate for his touch.
"Gonna stretch you out a little bit, ok? Gotta get you ready to take me." He mumbles as he presses his middle finger into your quivering hole again.
There's no way you can respond, all ability to speak is stolen from you when he starts to pump his massive finger in and out of you.
There's no stretch with just one finger, it's no bigger than the toy you usually use on yourself, the stretch comes when he adds his index finger to the mix. It doesn't sting, but there's definitely some pressure. You screw your eyes shut and reach for his forewarn as he picks up speed, needing something to hold onto as the pleasure builds in your lower stomach again.
Then, the spectacular feeling of his thumb pressing against your clit makes you cry out. You're shocked by the broken moan that rips out of your throat, and the way your hips roll against his hand while he starts rubbing urgent circles against your sweet spot.
"That's it baby, tell me about it." He pants against your shoulder, it almost sounds like he's cheering you on, voice filled with something joyful that makes your heart race impossibly faster.
"Kiri- that feels so fucking good- shit."
Your cunt starts to pulse around him like it did a few minutes ago, your body is already right on the edge again by his capable fingers.
"D- da- Kiri." You moan, you almost fucking slip. You want nothing more than to call him 'daddy', that's what he is to you right now. You don't know how he'll respond to it, so you swallow the name and cry out against his broad chest.
He seems to have caught you though, both his thumb and his fingers pick up their speed slightly.
"Say it, please baby, say it- fuck." He begs against your head, offering you the room to call him whatever you want to.
Your hand claws at his arm, the other reaches up to hold onto his sweaty neck.
"Daddy, please make me cum again, your fingers feel so good." Your voice increases in pitch the more you beg, he sets a delicious rhythm then, reacting immediately to your pleas.
"You wanna be a good girl for me?" He asks as he shifts so his free hand can cradle your face.
You nod weakly as your abs starts to seize up and your core starts to clamp down on his pistoning fingers.
"Look at me." He huffs, your eyes flutter open to meet his.
Kirishima has a habit of knocking the wind out of you with his beauty, but he damn near kills you this time. He's positively enchanting with the blush on his cheeks, brows furrowed as he focuses on bringing you to your second orgasm.
"Cum for me one more time angel, then I'm gonna fill you up, gonna fuck your pretty little cunt." His voice is dripping with desire, and his vulgar words are all it takes to send you right into another trembling orgasm. Your body twitches and jerks as your core squeezes his fingers. He stops thrusting them into you and focuses all his energy on rubbing your clit with his thumb, making everything so much more intense.
You moan and shake against him as he whispers things like "good girl, just like that" against your ear while you come back down.
All you want is more, so much more. There's no such thing as nerves now. You have tunnel vision for Kiri and the pleasure he's giving you. Even after two orgasms, all you want is more, more, more.
"Daddy please- fuck my little cunt- fill me up like you promised." You grab at him wherever you can, you almost second guess your dirty talk, but Kiri eats that shit up.
"You sound so pretty begging for me princess. You want me to fuck you, huh? Want Daddy to make you cry?" Everything about his demeanor has a sense of urgency to it. Not like he's rushing, but like he's handling something vitally important.
You just nod and whimper, it's all you're capable of after being rocked by two incredible orgasms. He's moving so he can settle between your legs again, and his weighty length hits your stomach again.
"Listen to me sweetheart." He says, voice shaking slightly at the end.
"I'm gonna let you put it in ok? I want you to tell me when to move and when to stop, we can even stop here if you need to." He moves his hands to hold your face, thumbs brushing your cheek bones affectionately.
"I don't want you to stop, I want more Kiri, please." You say, completely confident in your decision to keep going.
"Then it's all you babygirl." He smiles down at you, all warmth and adoration.
You swallow thickly and reach down to grab his pink head, nearly drooling when you see the ridiculous amount of precum leaking out of his tip.
You tentatively spread it around with your thumb, the appendage barely stretches across the width of his massive cock. Kiri's breath speeds up above you as you move your hand around his head so you can push him down between your legs. Now, with a clear view of him, he's definitely the size of your forearm. Nerves are replaced by excitement, knowing that once he's inside you and your body adjusts to him, it'll feel absolutely amazing.
Kirishima shifts above you so he can brace on his hands as he placed them on either side of your face. All his intricate muscles shift under his pale skin, he's so broad and handsome, it makes your head spin.
With very little skill, you run his tip along you dripping lips, and both of you jolt as the erotic contact.
"That feels good baby, nice and slow." His words egg you on, a fuzzy feeling buzzes around in your chest when you hear him praise you, it's something else you just want more of.
His head teases over your silky hole as you slide him further down, his fingers definitely got you worked up, but it's still gonna be one hell of a tight fit.
"Can you- um- could you move your hips forward a little?" You ask with a shaking voice, your body is sparking with the anticipation of having him fill you, and you know he won't be able to slide in unless he helps by pushing.
"Want me to help you put it in?" He asks, his voice sounds so light and breathy.
"Please?" You blink up at him.
"Just keep talkin' to me, yeah?" He pants out.
"Ye- Oh fuck Daddy!" What's meant to be a quiet answer, turns into an erotic cry. Your body shivers as the name slips from your lips and your hands fly to his sides. He didn't give you a single second to respond before pressing himself into you, and it definitely hurts more than a little. The sting of the stretch is almost enough to make you tap out, but then you feel his thumb dragging against your clit again. It gives you just enough pleasurable relief to catch your breath.
"Sorry angel, had to get that part over with." He says before leaning down to kiss your forehead.
"Red, baby, please-" You choke on a moan when his thumb speeds up and he presses even more of his length into you.
"Please what?" He teases.
He can't even be a third of the way in, and you feel like you're completely stuffed. Your walls are being stretched to what feels like their absolute limit. Now you know why he gave you two orgasms beforehand, you need to be absolutely drenched in order to take him. Even then, it's almost impossible.
You glance down to see how much more you have to take. Fucking hell, it looks like it's just his head that's in.
"Tell me what you need, gorgeous." He applies slightly more pressure to your clit, but slows the pace down.
"More." You mewl, despite the pressure on your poor, tense insides.
"I'll tell you if it's too much, just keep going, please Daddy." Your hands paw at his back, desperate for him to move.
"Fuck baby- you're gonna be such a mess by the time I'm done with you."
You don't have any time at all to catch your breath or answer him. The sting is almost blazing as he pushes his hips towards yours. The dizzying sensation of his veiny cock dragging against your slick walls is enough to bring tears to your eyes. You whimper and sniffle beneath him while every muscle in your body tenses.
Then, you remember to breathe. You pull in a long, cooling breath, and on the release let your muscles relax. You look up at Kiri to see him looking down to where your bodies meet, mesmerized by the way he's splitting you open. He looks so wrapped up in his love for you, which only allows you to let go of more tension.
He keeps pressing into you, little by little pain is replaced by a warm ache, that warm ache then replaced by traces of something pleasurable. The hand pressing lazy circles into your clit slides up to grab your wrist. His bright eyes flash up to your as he brings your hand down to the bundle of nerves.
"Rub it for me, baby." He whispers before kissing your temple, his deep, rumbling voice makes your thighs squeeze his hips.
"O- ok." You fumble your words slightly.
"Is that how you answer Daddy?" He trails his open mouth down to the skin just above your collarbone, then teases the delicate skin with his pointed teeth.
Holy shit.
"Yes- yes sir?" You say, head spinning as you try to focus even a little bit. Your hand haplessly moves against your clit, wanting to listen but your motor skills are rendered useless by Kiri's dominance.
"Mhm, good girl." He praises before sinking his teeth into the spot he's been teasing.
Your entire body jumps, reacting exactly how he wants you to. All twitches and moans as he guides you through this.
"You're so fucking tight." He sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he pushes in just a little more.
"Well yeah, you're the size of a house and I'm a virgin." You say with a weak laugh.
If you and Kiri can do anything, it's laugh.
He looks down at you and raises his eyebrows, and he can't help but giggle in that beautiful chirpy way he always does. You take his hands in your face and bring him down for a messy, laugh filled kiss. Blinding love fills your chest, hearing him laugh, feeling him breathe, being this close. It's all giving you such unparalleled joy.
He breaks the kiss to press his forehead into yours, then he really starts moving. What started as another round of giggles turns into a moan as he stretches you more and more. Your hands grab onto his neck as your eyes screw shut and your head is thrown back into the pillows. The pressure is positively mind numbing in the best way. All you can feel, smell, and taste is Kirishima as he rocks your world.
“Fucking hell, Kiri.” You gasp before rolling your hips up against him, finally feeling somewhat stretched out enough to work with him.
“Oh now you’re gettin’ it, keep movin’ with me sweetheart.” He nods his head while he talks, urgent and reassuring.
He continues his glacial pace, finally bottoming out with the help of your needy hips rising to meet his. God, you feel so fucking full. You swear you can feel him in your stomach, in your ribs, in your throat even. He’s not leaving a single inch of you untouched, and you’re absolutely hooked. You gather yourself enough to open your eyes again so you can look down at where you two meet, almost nervous to find that he really isn’t all the way in even though you feel like you’re going to break at any second.
“Holy. Shit.” As soon as you glance down, your eyes meet the most erotic sight you’ve ever witnessed. There’s a large bulge in your stomach, that is very obviously caused by one thing. Kiri smirks above you as he runs a hand up your side so he can gather your breast in his hand and tease your nipple with his thumb.
“Ain’t that somethin’?” He muses, sliding his hand back down to grab your wrist so he can move your hand over the stretched out part of your stomach.
“Feels good doesn’t it baby? I’m right there, that’s all me.” He presses your hand into the bulge, and the feeling of his head under your skin, combined with the pressure on your cervix and against your walls, nearly sends you into another orgasm. Your walls flutter around him as your bottom lip quivers.
That’s when you see the tension in his body, you hear the strain in his voice. He’s holding back, he’s going easy on you.
Your walls are relaxing, growing used to the obscene stretch. You take a deep breath and focus on releasing any other muscles that might make it harder for him to do what he needs to. As you settle, you bat your eyelashes at him. You offer another small roll of your hips before egging him on with your needy words.
“Daddy, please, you’re not gonna break me, fuck me like you want to.”
He gives you a very serious, almost stern look. It doesn’t help ease your need for him in the slightest, it only makes you want to push more.
“I’ll tell you if it hurts, I promise, please just fuck me."
His whole body shivers when you run your nails across his shoulders.
"Baby you gotta, if you don't tell me I'm gonna keep rockin', I don't want to hurt you."
You nod and swallow thickly, your body is absolutely buzzing with the anticipation.
"Words sweet thing, use your words. You'll tell me if it hurts, yeah?" He brings his hips back, and the drag of his cock along your walls is exquisite. He only moves maybe an inch, but the tease sends you reeling.
"Yes Daddy, I'll tell you." Your promise is said so sweetly, the way you trust him so completely sends him over the edge.
Just like that, your entire world shatters. He pulls back slowly, just to send his hips flying forward with one brutal thrust. It doesn't hurt, but there's so much fucking pressure once he's all the way pressed in. Your head is sent back into the pillows, thrashing wildly as you cry out and cling to his tense back. He doesn't stay there long though, only pausing briefly to savor the feeling of being fully wrapped in your hot, wet cunt.
"Open those legs for me princess." Kiri pants above you as he pulls back again.
You realize how much you've tensed up after his words pull you back down to earth. Your thighs had clamped around his hips like a vice. Slowly, you breathe in, then drop your legs open when you breathe out.
Then he sticks to his promise, and he starts rockin'. He sets a beautiful pace, it's not rushed or hard, not slow or teasing, it's just fucking perfect. He plunges into you over and over, deep and persistent. He hits every sweet spot you have, from your sensitive opening to your aching cervix. You mewl and twitch under him, your whole body being jolted every time he bottoms out.
"You're doin' so good baby, bein' such a good girl for Daddy." His voice breaks as he picks up speed, splitting you open completely.
It's turning your brain to total mush, all you can manage is a half ass "uh-huh" while your body moves like a ragdoll. You feel so full, and it feels so fucking good. It's all so foreign, so much, so overwhelming. Now that you're feeling it though, the feeling of being well and truly fucked, all you want is more.
The pressure just keeps building at your core, brilliant and warm. Sending electric shocks down the nerves in your legs, up your stomach, even through your fingertips. He's everywhere inside you, filling your mind and soul, you're drunk on Kirishima and more than willing to become addicted.
You blink open and grapple at his damp sides, as soon as you see your body being pounded into the bed, you feel your walls begin to tighten. Can you even call it that? You're so stretched out by him it's hard to tell if you're even capable of tightening around him.
Kiri sure seems to notice though, letting out short, pretty moans from the back of his throat each time he sinks in. Then you both see it, your eyes lock on it, both under a perverted trance. Each time he thrusts all the way in, your stomach buldges out a little, his incredible size displacing your insides as he fucks into you.
"God that's- fuck baby- you see that?" He stutters out, placing his massive hand on your waist so he can lay his thumb over your stomach and feel his cock head poking out from inside of you.
All you can do is gawk up at him and let your body be jostled by him as he continues to break in your body.
"How's it feel angel?" He asks, voice gentle and coaxing.
"So. Good. Daddy- fuck." You stutter out, the words come out choppy, cut off as you jolt from his pace.
"You feel so perfect, so fucking perfect." He mutters before diving down to press his open mouth to your neck.
He attempts to kiss you there, but all he can manage is a sloppy, inconsistent tongue against your skin. With his mouth open, you can hear all his sweet moans unabashed, and it's fucking beautiful.
A particularly broken sounding moan reaches your ears as Kiri grabs the meat of your thighs with his strong hands, angling your legs upwards a little more. His hands slide up to secure themselves under your knees, pressing them upwards he successfully folds you in half.
The tops of your thighs press into your sides as he braces himself up a little more, using your crumbled body as leverage. The second he sinks in from this new position, your thighs tremble and your cunt spasms. You cry out as your hands fly to his abs, almost pushing him back, overwhelmed by the intensity.
Overwhelmed, but so enraptured. Tears prick your eyes as you watch every muscle of his ripple as he works hard to fuck you this relentlessly.
"Talk to me sweetheart, how's it feel?" He asks, voice strained and unsteady.
"Feels- so- fuckin- good- Daddy." You all but sob, blinking the tears from your eyes as your jaw drops.
"You're such a good little girl, you look so pretty on your back."
His words hit a nerve you didn't know you had. The filthy praise, the sounds of his hot skin slapping yours with each thrust, the crushing grip he has on you, it's all awakening something deep in your chest. More, you need more.
"M-more- fuck- please give me more- I'm so close." Is all you can manage as the tears start to fall, wetting your rosey cheeks.
"Shit- give it to me baby, let go, I'll fuck you through it, just let go." He eggs you on. One of his arms shifts to hook your knee over his elbow as he sets the other beside your head to brace himself.
As soon as he releases that one leg, bending the other up even more as his thumb gets to work drawing figure eights on your clit, it's fucking over. You shiver and sob and claw. The most spectacular sensation you've ever felt takes over your entire body.
It captures every inch of your skin, wrapping it in velvety ecstasy. Your nerves shatter like glass, sending shards of pleasure flying in every direction. You can feel it up your spin, in the backs of your legs, and deep down in your chest.
Your body goes limp as your walls pulse around him, and he sure does fuck you through it. Your head flops back as you take it all, cherishing every sharp hit to your abused cervix.
"Gimme one more princess, I'm almost there." He moans, pulling your brain out of its stew.
You blink up at him, finally realizing how hard you're crying. As soon as you make eye contact, your heart nearly flies out of your ribcage. He's so fucking beautiful. Brows drawn together in a look of pure determination, skin dewy and flushed, bright ruby eyes looking at you like you hung the stars.
"I love you- fuck Kiri- I love you, I love you, I love you." You babble, hands sliding up tangle in the hair at the back of his head.
His eyes flutter at the sensation, nearly rolling back into his head. Kirishima is a slut for gentle touches like that, a trait that makes your heart go all gooey.
"I love you so much more angel." He sighs, eyes full of fondness and what you can only describe as home.
He's still fucking going. Pounding into you just as before, and your cunt is somehow taking it so well. You feel made for him, nobody else.
"Poor baby." He says as he brings a hand up to your cheek to wipe some tears.
The slight mocking tone sets a fire in your belly, another feeling to add to the endless list of things you're learning about yourself tonight.
"Did Daddy fuck you too good? Can't help but fuckin' cry about it?" His voice is back to straining, shoulders drawing up again, like he's trying to hold back.
Oh hell no.
"Y- yes Daddy, fucked me so good, you ruined this little pussy." You shock yourself with the vulgarity of your words, almost embarrassed by it. It's short lived though, given the way Kiri huffs out a gorgeous, "oh fuck", as he buckels down on his thrust even more.
The sparks start to fire again as your nerves wind back up, not even fully recovered from your last orgasm.
The hand on your cheek twitches down, but halts once his thumb presses into your jaw. It all clicks when he looks into your eyes, a silent plea in them.
You don't waste a single second, nodding frantically as you seize his wrist. You bring his hand down so he can rest his palm against your throat.
"Please, I want it." You beg with a pathetic voice, sniffling at the end as more tears fall when you feel your walls start to contract again.
He looks almost relieved, eyebrows relaxing on his scrunched face as his shoulders drop. He tentatively presses his large thumb into your pulse before speaking with a harsh, authoritative voice. His hips slow only slightly, more rolling than thrusting now, but still just as deep, still just as jolting.
"If it's too much, at any point, you tap me three times, let me see you do it."
You offer three pats against the forearm of the hand on your throat, gazing up at him with pleading eyes, desperate for approval. Obviously, you've never done anything like this. Nothing even close, but with Kiri looking at you like you're made of porcelain, you'd trust him enough to try anything.
"Good fuckin' girl." His voice drops, a powerful, deep rumble as his hips start to work up speed again.
The hand teasing your throat starts to tighten, but not how you expect. There's little to no pressure on your actual throat, most of it is on the sides. His grip cuts off the blood flow enough to give you a wonderful, delirious feeling in your head. Your whole body reacts to the exhilarating sensation. You can't help but let out a strangled moan once Kiri reaches his previous pace once again.
He fucks into you so intently, chasing his own release now. Your muscles start to seize again, walls twitching as you moan out nonsense praises below him.
"Little baby likes bein' choked, huh?" He taunts, releasing his grip just enough for your head to fill up with clarity again.
Then it clicks, he's allowing you to respond, he wants you to.
"I do, I fuckin' love it." You assure him, your voice doesn't even sound like you anymore. All whiney and wanton, full of lust and desperation. That greedy feeling scratches at your insides again. It fills your chest with white hot need for something rougher, nastier, more shameful.
"Be mean to me, Daddy, make me your bitch."
It all happens so incredibly fast. Suddenly, Kiri fucking growls down at you as he rips himself from your overworked hole. The absence of his massive length makes you cry out, you want to argue but your words are stolen from you by his next move. His hands are on your waist in the blink of an eye. He flips you onto your stomach, the speed of the rotation makes you instantly dizzy.
He straddles the backs of your thighs. Rough, selfish hands slide up the backs of your thighs. He gathers the fat of your ass in his palms and squeezes, letting out a low chuckle when you jump at the harsh feeling.
"So, you wanna be my bitch?" He asks, the tone of his voice sends a chill down your spine. He sounds almost… sadistic?
You don't get a chance to answer before his palm cracks across your ass cheek.
You yelp and whip your head around to give him a pouting look as you wipe more of your tears. The sight of him makes your dripping pussy clench around nothing.
He's sat back on your thighs, almost lazily. He isn't truly sitting on you, though, he would absolutely crush you. He's just braced over you, one hand stroking his glistening cock as the other kneads as your plush ass.
You just nod as your hands stretch out in front of you, grasping at the pillows, the sheets, the headboard, anything you can get a hold of.
His eyes are wild, strands of scarlet hair stick to his forehead with sweat. His stunning, chiseled muscles all flex as he pumps himself. Seeing him like this, it hits that rebellious nerve. There's no such thing as first time nerves now, your Kirishima's bitch, and that's all you want to be.
"Please, give it to me Big Daddy." You bat your eyelashes and bring your thumb to your mouth so you can bite down on it.
His hand freezes, body rigid with what must be shock. The hand on your ass slides up your back at a torturous pace. Buzzing anticipation settles in your gut as he leans down so he can spread his finger through the hair at the back of your head. Gathering a handful, he tightens his grip so he can crank your head back.
The bite at your scalp distracts you just long enough for him to press his broad tip against your quivering hole again.
"You think you're cute, don't you?" He says, low and dangerous.
   You just blink at him, brain firing wildly to try and process every new addiction you're developing. Slowly, cautiously, you shake your head.
   "Oh but baby…" He leans down even more so he can press his lips under your ear. 
  "You are. You think you can say something like that and get away with it. It's adorable."   As he talks, he presses his length into you. You would think that after being fucked for so long that your hole would have been more prepared for him. You're so fucking wrong. The stretch is just like it was when he first put it in, but this time you're so ready for it, you welcome it.
  "When you talk like that, you're gonna get your shit rocked." He mumbles against your ear.
   You feel his hands at your hips, then you feel him hoist you up so your ass is in the air and your face is in the pillows. Then, all you feel is a shockwave of pleasure as he rams into you from behind. Within seconds, he has you squirming and screaming as he decimates your cunt over and over again.
   The hand buried in your hair pulls your head to the side so you can moan out into the air instead of into the pillows.
   "What are you?" He asks, the hand that isn't in your hair snakes around your waist so he can bring your torso up and press your back against his chest.
   The action has you reeling, because your knees lift off the bed in order for you to be high enough to be fucked in this position. That's not a problem for Kiri though, he easily holds you up with the arm around your waist. Your legs dangle as he falls forward, other hand leaving hair so he can brace on the headboard.
   "Daddy asked you a question." He pants against your ear. Hips still snapping into you impossibly fast.
   "I'm your bitch- fucking hell- I'm your little bitch." You cry out, tears falling as one arm flies to hold the back of his neck as the other grabs at the arm around your waist.
   His fingers bite your side as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. He moans as he soothes the mark with his hot tongue. 
  "That's right, you like it don't you? You like bein' a little cry baby for this fucking cock. Don't you baby?" His words are dripping with the most sinful tone, even without any attention to your clit, your cunt starts to dance around him once again. Just his voice, his voice and his nasty praises are enough to start another fucking orgasm.
   "Oh I fuckin felt that- You really do want me to be mean, huh?"
   "Please- oh fuck- please, Daddy, please!" You sob.
  "'Please, Daddy, please.'" He says with a mocking tone, "I told you to use your words, brat." That does it, "brat", something clicks within you. It fills you with a sticky, sweet feeling. It's something more intriguing than anything else you've felt. Whatever the feeling  is, you're absolutely starving for more of it.
   "Use me, please, use my little hole, let me feel you cum." You finally conjure a reply, digging it up from your newly found well of obscene phrases.
   "Shit, princess, I'm gonna- fuck-"
   Your filthy words seem to be enough to send him into a frenzy. Again his hands are on your waist, pulling out just long enough to flip you onto your back before he plunges back into you after your back hits the mattress.
   He's so rough and fast now, all desperate, harsh hands as he fucks and fucks and fucks.
   "Look at me, fucking look at me." He grabs your jaw, eyes full of feral desire.
   "I'm gonna fill you up, you're gonna take all of it aren't you? 'Cause you're a good little slut." He commands before letting his other hand fly to your clit as you nod and stutter out promises that you'll do as he says.
   As soon as his fingers start rubbing, your body seizes. Your eyes stay on his, nails scratching down his back as you cry and shake and writhe.
   "That's it- fuck yeah- that pussy's gonna make me cum- you're gonna make me fuckin' cum- SHIT!" His voice breaks at the end, a crackling shout as his hips falter and he sinks all the way into your silky walls.
   Your eyes stay locked on each other's, he drops his forehead onto yours. The hand grasping your jaw moves to cup your face, his other hand coming up to mirror it so he can cradle your head.
   This orgasm is much softer than the others, all fuzzy and warm as it oozes through your limbs. Kiri rolls his hips into you as his cock spits hot cum deep inside of you. You both shutter and moan, hands loosening you finally feel him fill you up. Something you should have probably expected, is just how much he cums. He pulses again and again and again as your walls massage him. He fills you so much that he leaks out around himself, inevitably ruining the sheets beneath you both.
   The feeling is foreign, briefly uncomfortable, but it quickly becomes a comfort. As your bodies calm, his hips still with one final gush into you. His thumbs rub your cheeks, wiping the remaining tears.
   "You ok?" He asks with a scratchy, tender voice.
   "Perfect, baby, that was perfect." You sigh as you pull him down for a kiss.
   It's slow and feather soft, your lips work so reverently against each other, thankful for everything you've both shared.
   He inches his hips back so he can pull his softening length out of you. Both of you shiver once he's all the way out, then you feel the mess he made inside you spill onto the bed.
   "I should probably go get cleaned up…" You say as your cheeks heat, not at all prepared for what happens after something so intense.
   He just looks at you like you're growing a second head.
   "Princess, I'm gonna take care of that." He assures you.
   Before you can argue, he's got you scooped up into his arms. He carries you off to the bathroom, completely abandoning the wreck you've left on your bed. You wrap your legs around his waist the best you can and bury your face into his neck. You feel strangely dependent and needy. You suppose that must be normal after something like that.
   Once you're in the bathroom, he steps into the shower. He secures you with one arm around your waist so he can flip the water on with the other.
   You try to ease yourself down from him, but the second you move your legs you're made aware of the powerful ache in your center. Standing might not be an option right now, or tomorrow.
  "I gotcha, baby, don't worry." He says before kissing your temple.
   You don't answer, just hold onto him nuzzle into his strong chest.
   The shower is filled with gentle kisses and an abundance of sugary words. He tells you how well you did, thanks you for trusting him, kisses the parts that hurt. He makes you feel so explicitly loved, so abundantly cherished. It feels your heart with syrupy fondness. It's all so blurry, but all so distinct. Every soothing touch as he washes you lures you further and further into a state of complete relaxation. He puts lotion all over you afterwards, making sure he's careful with the tender spots. Soon you're wrapped in a plush towel, perched on the counter as he combs your damp hair.
   You let out a long sigh at the cathartic feeling, then lean forward to kiss collar bone. You rest your chin on his chest and look up at him. You snake your arms around his waist and pull his huge frame between your legs. He sets the comb down before bringing his hands up to hold the sides of your head.
   "You're my sweet girl, you know that right?" He says, his voice barely above a whisper.
   You nod and give him a soft "mhm" as you press your lips into the opposite collar bone.
   "Words please?" He asks, gentle and guiding.
   Your brain is still so incredibly foggy, you're having a horrible time trying to scrounge up any coherent phrases.
   One of his hands slides down the side of your face until it settles under your jaw, with the pad of his thumb against your chin and his index finger under your jaw, he tilts your head up so you have to meet his eyes.
   "What are you?" His eyebrows raise slightly, eyes full of adoration.
   "I'm your sweet girl." You somehow manage the admission with a hoarse voice.
   "Perfect, don't ever forget that." He kisses the top of your head then, breathing in as he pulls you against him even more.
   You love Kirishima, and he loves you. You both feel it in your bones. He has all of you now, and you feel like you have all of him. Regardless of past sexual experience, you've both given each other something new to cherish and learn about.
    "Let's get you to bed." He says before attempting to scoop you up again.
   "Uh- Kiri?" You say, pressing your hands to his chest to stop him.
  "Hm?"
   "I'm kinda hungry…" You admit, suddenly aware of the gnawing in your belly.
   He looks down at you for a brief second, an amazed look dances in his eyes before he throws his head back to let out a rich laugh.
   "Burgers, and then bed?" He asks fondly, head tilting down to kiss your forehead.
   "Oh fuck yeah." You say excitedly, the promise of a big nasty burger makes you giddy.
   It's not long before you're sat next to Kiri at a booth in your favorite burger joint. One heavy arm draped over your shoulders, the other holding a massive cheeseburger. You sit comfortably dressed in one of his hoodies, it falls all the way to your knees, drowning your body in fabric that smells like him.
   He takes one, huge, messy bite out of his burger. Lettuce and condiments flops onto his plate as you carefully bite your own.
  "You're an animal." You giggle up at him.
   He considers your statement as he chews, then leans down next to your ear once he's swallowed.
   "You like it." He whispers.
   Your spine goes rigid and blush heats your cheeks. Of course nobody heard, only a few others out at this hour, but you can't help but glance around the diner to make sure.
   You slap his arm and pout up at him.
  "That's not fair." You protest, but you can't help the smile that spreads when you see him beaming at you with all his pointy teeth on display.
   The rest of the night is spent full of laughter and teasing over milkshakes. You eventually wind up back home, tangled in bed together. After a change of bedding of course. You press yourself into Kirishima as much as you possibly can, though you'd both be content to melt into each other if it were possible. As you drift off, you thank your lucky stars for the man holding you, for the safety he provides, for such a dazzling first time. You're glad you waited, you'd do it again, you'd do it forever if it meant you could share it with Kirishima.     
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