“my darling” kuroo X Reader oneshot
Summary: you dated back in highschool and never took him seriously and essentially now it’s timeskip of you two meeting again on unexpected terms
[based on yet again another song, This time it’s “love is a laserquest” by Arctic monkeys (my fav band ^~^) anyways hope you enjoy: happy ending? idk anywho, matcha girl out :p]
Coming back from being in the states for work to japan was exciting you missed kenma and all your friends back home It had been a few years since you left for America to go to college and work. Unfortunately you did dread of seeing a past lovers. More specifically Kuroo you never took the poor boy seriously back in highschool you had no reason too you were gonna leave anyways. He knew that but he couldn’t help the fact that he fell so hard. The day you left he didn’t really know what to do with himself he knew it was coming he knew that you didn’t take him seriously. He understood the circumstances that came with being with you in highschool so you couldn’t really say it was completely on you.
As your best friend kenma comes and picks you up from the airport to take you to the house you had bought in japan before you left and asked him to keep maintenance for you while you were gone. As you guys are on the ride home you ask “how’s the house?” you turn to look at him “uhm to be honest i don’t really know” he looks a bit terrified while driving.“YOU HAVENT BEEN KEEPING UP WITH IT?!” you sorta yell at him worried that your house is in shambles. “Well no, i wasn’t supposed to tell you but i asked kuroo to keep up with it for me…” he says sorta worried about how’d you feel about the guy you played in highschool taking care of your place much less making sure it was prepared for you when you came back. “oh. he’s doing it for me?” you say sorta feeling bad about how you treated him, it’s not that he didn’t know it was going to be like that you were just sad that he still tried for you like he always had always trying to make you understand how serious he was about you. As kenma drops you off at your house handing you your keys and hugging you goodbye you slowly make your way into the house, looking at how nice and clean it was you smiled softly but you felt sad. The guy you hurt the most in highschool because you never took anything seriously but your career still cared for you like he did before even though his life is probably just as busy as yours, He always made time for you. As you get ready for bed falling asleep soundly in your room you can help but dream about him and you and the memories you had in highschool.
You wake up hearing a faint noise outside “who the fuck is cutting grass this early in the morning?” you get up groggy in your pjs and walk outside seeing who it is, it was none other than kuroo cutting your grass assuming you weren’t here yet and was just here for weekly maintenance “y/n?” he says startled to see you here at all wondering why kenma didn’t tell him. You immediately freeze in your tracks as your stomach drops not knowing what to say you run back inside not wanting to face him after all these years looking like this. Why did you care how we saw you all of a sudden? anyways you run into the shower and try to look decent but in your head your hoping he’d be done before you got out so you wouldn’t have to face him once more. As you peek out your window he’s still there doing yard work, looking good while doing it at that. You snap out of your stupid delusional and decided to fix him up something since you feel sort of bad about all of this and decided makes it’s time to talk you walk outside facing kuroo one more time “Hey kuroo i fixed you something, im sorry for scaring you earlier i was just shocked to see you” you nervously say with a half smile “no worries y/n it’s all fine to be honest i wouldn’t have showed up and did this if kenma told me you were already here i just came to do the weekly check up you know?” he says walking up to you “Thank you for keeping up with the house even though it wasn’t your job ill reimburse you for everything if you’d like” you say and he laughs “no it’s all good i did this just to keep me busy i guess” he half smiles with a bit of sadness in his face. You both take a sit outside on the little table you had out there as his eating the snack you fixed up for him with grass stains on his face and sweat beads on his forehead you can’t help but notice how handsome he’s gotten. He looks up at you and says “Do you still feel younger than you thought you did by now? or darling have you started feeling old yet?” he laughs a bit “don’t worry i’m sure that you’re still breaking hearts with the efficiency that only youth can harness” he says has his smile slowly dims, you respond “and do you still think love is a laserquest?”
“what about you y/n do you take it all more seriously now? You know i’ve tried to ask you this in someday dream that i had, but you’re always busy being make believe.” he says taken you back, you look at him sideways with even more sadness than you did before in the morning “and do you look in the mirror to remind yourself your there or does somebody’s goodnight kisses got that covered?” you respond.
“when im not being honest i pretend that you were just some lover, now i can’t think of [your fav thing or place] without thinking of you i doubt that comes as a surprise.” he says “and i can’t think of anything to dream about, i can’t find anywhere to hide” you responded with your head rested in your hands feeling overwhelmed. You both sit there for a moment in time which felt like years but truly only lasted a minute “i’m sorry kuroo. I’m sorry for everything and the way i treated you back in highschool i was so dumb and focused on something in the future and taking the then for granted.” you say lightly crying “you didn’t deserve any of that you treated me so well and still do i didn’t realize how much love i had for you till i left but i thought it was too late” you say breaking down fully at that point kuroo sat there in shocked seeing how much you changed how you weren’t that girl that didn’t care about guys and only wanted a simply good time, how now you were a girl that had everything she wanted expect genuine love his eyes softened at her he got up and hugged her tightly “it’s okay y/n you were young and had goals and didn’t want anyone to get in the way of that even if you wanted simply pleasure at the time i still knew you were a good person, to tell the truth i always hope you’d come back and we’d be able to have this conversation that you’d come back for me and im happy it was later than never.” he says hugging you. You stare up at him with teary eyes….
“i love you kuroo, can we start again?” you say softly “id love too my darling more than anything.” he says happy to have you back and this time fully and for real.
(rushed ending im sorry LOL)
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Hello, beautiful people! Do you remember the Nadia spicy dream smut I promised? A little late, but it is here, and I have no idea what I'm doing, so this is not very good. I tried to make it sexier and dirtier than the smut I wrote last time, but it's nothing extreme, just the Countess having mind sex with her favorite magician.
Please let me know how you like it! Or if you like it at all. If this sucks, then I guess we know why I was so hesitant when it comes to smut. I don't have much experience with it, and I'm still trying to discover this side of writing, so feedback would be appreciated! And, of course, I'm open to more smutty suggestions.
Summary: The Countess is plagued by dreams of horror, suffering, and a future she wishes to avoid. But not all dreams are like that. Some of them are about promises of sweet love and pleasure.
Nadia is afab and MC is gender-neutral.
MC is kinda dominating Nadi in this one and this is probably not your usual Nadi smut.
I plan two more parts connected to this one!!
Minors DNI.
Spellbound Desires
The pale moonlight and a cold breeze sweep through the Countess's room. It is an unusually cold summer in Vesuvia. Colder than what Nadia is used to, but somehow, for one reason or another, her body always felt too hot.
The Countess is plagued by dreams of horror, suffering, and a future she wishes to avoid. But not all dreams are like that. Some of them are about promises of sweet love and pleasure.
Nadia would be lying if she said the latter kind does not affect her. Each morning or even during the middle of the night, she awakens with her breath heavy, not because of nightmares but because of overwhelming desire. And when the day begins, and she has to sit through another meeting, she cannot help but wonder: what could this all mean?
Her dream always starts the same. The Countess stands in front of a mirror, her body bare except for her sheer sleeping robe. She can see her nipples poking through the fabric, but not because of the cold. The Countess does not feel cold. How could she?
Tonight is no different.
Tonight, like every other night, there is a person behind her. She has seen them before, in fact, plenty of times in her dreams. They are always there, tempting her with sweet words and burning touches.
And how much longer is it going to take before she finally gives in? Before she is a mess, begging for their kisses, their touch, for anything. How long before she starts looking all around Vesuvia for this magician who claims they could grant her every wish?
Tonight is no different.
They are tempting her again, driving her almost completely mad with desire, but then the dream always ends right before the good part. She is certain they are doing it on purpose, always leaving her dissatisfied and in wonder.
What would it be like if the dream continued? The Countess has always wanted to know even though she should not. She knows that she should not.
"MC..." Their name falls from her lips, a faint whisper, nothing more.
"My sweet Nadia." Her eyes follow their every movement, watching a devilish smile form on their lips. "You haven't forgotten me."
"How could I?" The Countess asks. She takes a deep breath, a shiver running down her spine from the sensation of being so close to MC, and when they place their hands on her arms and begin to rub, she shudders. Such a simple touch, a small gesture, and yet. She could try to deny her attraction, but what is the point? With each touch that MC gives Nadia, her body betrays her. "You plague my dreams almost every night."
"Plague?" The magician allows their hand to fall from her body, and they laugh, clearly not taking her seriously. How bold. Would they act so bold in real life too? "You talk as if you wouldn't want me here! But you do, and we both know that. Each night, when you go to sleep, you hope that it is I that awaits you. You hope that you'd dream of me. Just look at yourself."
"You want me." Their hot breath brushes against her ear, followed by a slight touch of their lips that almost makes the Countess moan. "But Nadia..." She can hear them gulp, and their skin is still touching hers. "You could have me. Every day, I could stand by your side. I would be your rock, your pillar that you could lean on whenever you need me. And when the night comes..." MC presses the faintest of kisses against her neck, and she gasps, unable to hold herself back. "You could do whatever you wanted to me. If you wanted me on your bed, tied up and blindfolded, you could have it. If you wanted me on my knees, begging to let me touch you, you could have it. And if you wanted us to make love. Well, you could have that too. I would love you with all my heart, Nadia. I would love you so much."
"L-love?" She stutters, her lips slightly apart in surprise.
"Yes, dear Nadia. The kind of love that you can't even imagine, not even in your wildest dreams. But," MC pauses for a second. "It is also the kind of love you deserve and what you've always wanted. You've kept these desires hidden, even from yourself. But you can't hide them from me. I know what you want."
"But how could you know? You do not exist, MC. You are only in my head, haunting me like a ghost." A part of her feels sad about it. MC has promised them so much love, but it is something she can never have.
"Are you certain about that, Countess?" She could feel them smile against her bare skin. "Go ahead, ask a servant to find my magic shop after you wake up. Tell them to find me, to confirm that there is a person named MC. They will tell you that there is; I can guarantee that."
"You are not real," Nadia insists.
"You are still trying to deny it, Countess?"
"You are not real. Because if you were..." She looks into the mirror, staring straight into the reflection of MC's eyes. "You'd prove it."
Tonight is different.
Tonight is not like every other night because this time, she can no longer resist.
After hearing Nadia's response, the magician's grin broadened in contentment; after all, this had been their plan all along. They tricked her and manipulated her into finally giving in to her desires. It is not proof that Nadia wants but pleasure and satisfaction, and MC knows it.
Nadia’s gaze shifts to the mirror, and she finds herself looking into MC’s eyes, who then says: “My beautiful lady,” They press a faint kiss against her neck, their gaze still locked with hers. “Your wish is my command.” Then they grab her hips, spinning her around, and Nadia finds herself facing MC, her hands resting on their shoulders. It was never like this. MC was always behind Nadia, and the only time she could see their face was when she looked at their reflection in the mirror. This is the first time Nadia can take a good look at their features, and she finds herself speechless by MC’s beauty.
The Countess leans forward and tries to kiss them, but MC puts a hand on her chest, right above Nadia’s heart, and gives her a push, gently shoving her against the mirror. She hisses at first, the cold surface of the mirror making her shiver, but then she is silenced by a kiss. MC kisses her with so much need and passion that the Countess feels her entire being go weak. Her eyes close, and she surrenders herself completely.
As the hand from above her heart slides down to Nadia’s breast, a palm brushes against her nipple, and she can’t help but moan. Then MC unties her robe, and it falls off, exposing her naked body. What a sight. MC just looks at her for a moment, admiring and exploring her bare form with their eyes. They notice the small things that give away her arousal: the blush on her cheeks, her slightly parted lips, and the needy look in her gaze.
“Desperate, aren’t you?” The magician asked, but Nadia bit her lip, forcing herself to be silent. This…this is not like her. She should be the one in charge, taking control of MC, but with each touch, she can feel her power slipping through her fingers. Her entire being is shaking, her cheeks are flushed, and MC can do whatever they want to her. “Answer me, Countess.” Still nothing, but MC wants her to say it. They need her to admit how badly she needs them, that she would do anything to have them ease her lust. “You have such a pretty mouth. Use it. What do you want, Nadia?” MC asks her again, brushing their lips against hers, teasing her.
“You,” She admits it, almost embarrassingly soon. But how can she resist them when they are right in front of her, promising her love and pleasure? She no longer has any self-control, not when they are like this.
“Who?” The magician smirks. This is all just a game to them.
“You, MC. I want you.”
“And what do you want me to do?”
“Please me. I want you to make me come.”
They press a small kiss against her lips and get down to their knees in front of her. MC places their hands on her thighs, caressing her smooth skin while they look up at Nadia. Even the sight of them at her feet makes her mouth feel dry.
“Spread your legs for me, love. Let me taste you,” MC tells her, and Nadia isn’t sure whether it is a request or a command, but MC is certainly forgetting who they are dealing with. She will have to put MC in their place once she finds them in the real world.
Lust flooded the Countess’s veins, spreading through her. She obediently parts her legs, and MC kisses her thighs, teasing the skin there with their lips and tongue. More, please. She thinks to herself in her mind, then they pull back, staring up into Nadia’s eyes again with a smile on their face. “You liar. Look how wet you are for me, almost dripping.” The Countess whimpers in response, the blush on her face darkening. “You are ashamed, are you not? You know you shouldn’t want me, and yet you do. No, you crave me. You wish I’d just bury my face in your cunt already. But it’s fine, love. You don’t have to say it; I will give you what you want anyway.”
MC leans forward, their hot breath getting dangerously close to Nadia’s core. They kiss her lips first, only teasing her for now, but Nadia is already panting; then their tongue slides between her slick folds, her entire body shudders, and she has to bite her bottom lip to hold back her whimpers. A hand rushes down, gripping MC’s hair and making them hum into their Countess. She wants them closer, she needs more.
When their tongue touches and then begins circling her swollen clit, she lets out a choked moan, and she feels like her head is spinning, the pleasure almost making her drunk. Every movement of MC’s lips is driving her crazy, and Nadia is instinctively moving her hips, grinding her pussy against their mouth, chasing her orgasm.
She gasps and then covers her mouth in a poor attempt to silence herself, but this is just a dream; everything is in her head. She can be as loud and desperate as she wants to be. “Please,” She begs, her fingers trembling and grasping MC’s hair even tighter. The mirror feels cold against her skin, but MC’s tongue and lips are warm and maddening. She throws her head back, shamelessly moaning while MC sucks on her clit. “MC…” She murmurs their name. “Please, keep doing that, MC.”
The magician keeps licking and sucking at all the right places while the Countess’s thighs twitch and tremble around their head. Nadia is a moaning, panting mess, and only they, only MC, can manage to reduce her to this state. Oh, how she wishes to experience this in real life, to have MC eat her pussy just like this, almost as if it is their sole purpose to please her. It makes her want to seek them out immediately and have her way with them.
She is so close. Her legs are trembling, and she is desperately holding onto their head, keeping them firmly in place because she doesn't want them to stop.
More. Just a bit more.
She’s there, right there on the edge, just about to come. Her mind clouded by pleasure, she looks down at MC and sees them staring right up at her. “Oh gods, MC…Fuck, I’m so close!” Then she shuts her eyes, her mouth opens as she pants breathlessly, and then…
And then Nadia awakens with a sudden and loud gasp, her legs trembling and her cunt throbbing between her legs. She can feel it clench exactly like when she makes herself come during lonely nights, when she gets engrossed in the idea of MC.
Slightly confused and still aroused, The Countess’s eyes search her room. It is still dark outside, and the sun is yet to rise, but MC, her dear MC, is nowhere in sight.
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pairing: amuro tooru x gn!reader
summary: HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMURO !
cw: none :) (please lmk if i should add any!)
He could not remember when, but at some point he stopped celebrating his birthdays. Well, somewhere in him he knew it was most likely the first year he was alone.
But it really didn't matter to him, just as long as he knew how old he was. There was truly nothing exciting about getting a cake and lighting and candle for him to eat alone, and he didn't see the point in getting himself a gift so it was just like any other day.
Now, this year was a little different. The two of you had been dating for three months now and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t wonder if something would happen for his birthday this year. However, he did not mention his birthday in any way, let alone tell you when it was so there was no way you would know. And he didn’t plan to tell you either because he really didn’t think his birthday was a day necessary of celebration. It was just a little thought in his head.
His birthday had finally rolled around, but it was truly just like any other day. He got up bright and early to exercise and he was working until horribly late, just like always. It was only until late in the night that he was finally able to check his phone and you were asking if he was still at work and telling him to take care. This was practically your routine at this point. If he didn’t say anything by 9 pm you’d text him a few messages, except these days were unfortunately far more common than not. Yet, this was all he needed to feel a little better after a long day at work.
“Furuya-san, did something nice happen?” Kazami asked.
“Hmm, why?” he questioned.
“Well, you looked so delighted,” Kazami replied.
“Oh...” Amuro said, smiling. It was nothing but sweet to him that he’d let something show on his face, and that it’d be happiness out of all things. “I got the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten in my life.”
“Oh, what did you get? Hold on it’s your birthday today Furuya-san? Happy birthday! I hope--” Kazami started to go on.
“Hmm... it’s a secret,” Amuro responded. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He was finally driving home after he sent you a message that he was done work and that he’d be alright. The whole way home he could tell he was ecstatic and he was horribly embarrassed, he felt like a little boy for getting so excited.
He was finally getting over his little burst of excitement when he reached his place and turned the lights on but his eyes shot open.
“Happy birthday Rei!” you said, cake on the table and a few balloons here and there. He wanted to cry.
”How... did you know?”
“Of course I know my boyfriend’s birthday!” you said, acting a little offended almost, but then you laughed. “It was a lot harder to find out than I expected.”
“I didn’t think someone still knew my birthday,” he said, still shocked.
“Sometimes I really think you don’t get just how much I love you,” you said, grinning. “Because I would rather die than miss your birthday.”
Everything was finally sinking in and he walked over to you without a word and kissed you. It was long and sweet, but he went in for another one right after, and yet another one after that, before he finally pulled away.
You were ever so slightly out of breath, looking so caught off guard, and he started to laugh.
“Hey!” you said, pouting slightly.
“No, I’m sorry it’s not that. I would never laugh at you,” he said. “It’s just that there’s no way I don’t love you more.”
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heeeeello party people!~ super bacteria uncle nina here using my silly tumblr to cope again ( my culture came back and it was...suuuuper fucking bad! like i knew it would be, lol! awesome! <3 thanks, god! )
but we're not thinking about, what were gonna think about is the time that ravenstan got a little Too tipsy topsy turvy on jerseyky boxwine,
( it's the cab sav one, fyi. i can't drink on all these Fucknut Antibiotics - they prescribed me the wrong one and i took it, if you can believe it; i luv doctors - can y'all believe i did this shit Sober? unREAL, brohs! )
and was on tiktok live, the dawn spawns of the world convinced him to do the 'White Boy Of The Month' filter bc he's too impressionable and what can i say;
The Man LOVES White Boys. ;) xxx
( helpsksdj )
so, he started doing it and was like 'nooooo, is /KYLE/ on this one?!?! You're Joking.' ( everyone said 'JK <3' because they all think they're jimmy valmer stand-up sit-down comedians, smh...but no, naught joking, Actually JK bc in my ncau-niverse, cd and the blondies gang are celebrities, so naturally they’re on A Lot of social filters )
so he was GOING to save The No.1 slot...for the no.1 slut ( if you will, ) my ginger gringo king, ceo of dark academic debauchery and bottom feeding ;), new jay's finest - literally - kyley b matthew broflovski; <33 ( buuuut! he's a reformed manhoe; so watchya mowtH! )
buuuuut x2 ( and i'd say it's a big butt, but it's not, it's ravenstan, so it's flatter than the sidewalk; luh you flat stanley ) Gaydhd Won Again and tipsy ravenstan got distracted by all the FINE ASS WHITE MEN and started getting philosophical about it ( that man put a lil too much #thot into those placings; he was born for it, soz )
had about two spots left ( the top and bottom spots; i am laughing ) figured that there was almost 'No Chance!' he would get jersey...
PUT /MATTHEW! GRAY! GUBLER!/ AT ONE ( Immaculate Taste, btw! he also put jacob elordi at number two because he is a fucking genius and that...really tells you Everything you need to know about my stan. like tall, could probably be a runway model, intellectual, kind of a jackass, stays fitted, accent or eccentric manner of speaking...yeah )
-- BUT HE WANTED TO BE CLEAR, HE HAD TO SPECIFY THAT HE WAS SPECIFICALLY REFERRING TO /DR. SPENCER REID/ OF CRIMINAL MINDS. WHEN I TELL YOU HE HAS NO IDEA WHO MGG IS BUT HE HAS SEEN EVERY EPISODE OF CRIMINAL MINDS SEVERAL TIMES. IT’S LIKE...HIS /FAVORITE/ FKN SHOW. AND HE DOES HAVE A FAT CRUSH ON REID. YES, I DOES TRACK; I KNOW. )
and RIGHT when he was rolling for the very last spot ranking on the filter ( that's the BOTTOM, i repeat, THE B/O/T/T/O/M of the tierlist )
...hE GOT KYLE
FUCKING
BROFLOVSKI
and had to place him at /TEN/.
-- riiiiiiight as Kyle /FUCKING/ Broflovski came out of the kitchen in the dorky ass star of david apron that sheila got him for hannukah, with his hair up and everything, holding a fork so stan could taste...
...T-THE PASTA HE JUST MADE HIM FOR DINNER BECAUSE HE'S A SWEET BEAUTIFUL /ANGEL/....and i'm talking The Very First Bite Of EXTREMELY DELICIOUS KYLE Pasta that he put ZUCCHINI IN JUST FOR STAN BECAUSE HE IS ( what? ) AN ANGEL!! FROM hEAVEN!!!!! AND THE WHITE BOY OF THE /YEAR/: TAKE YA JERSEY SLANDER SOMEWHERE ELSE: HE'S MY WHITE BUOY UVF FOREVA!
...proceeded to Blow On It ;-;, s-so stan wouldn't burn his mouth... ( bc rav always gets too excited and burns his mouth; nooo :c </3 ) and asked him why his phone was blowing up w/ people tagging him in thirst traps of 'That Supa Nerdy Guy From That One Crime Show' and asking him if stan tweeted something about him cooking bc people keep telling him that he's 'Cooked'. SHKDLDHLKS HEEELP.
And....
*rawr xd home mid/hschooled ravenstan vc*
Scene. <3
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