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sluts4matt · 5 months

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Hiiiii Ik you are not Latina but you write for latinas (which I’m so thankful for btw because I can’t find many Latina reader fics as a Latina) but I wanted to ask that if you are comfortable with it and you know anything about it if you could right a fic about Latina reader dating either Chris or Matt and her introducing them to stuff like pan dulce, tres leches cake, flan, Hispanic candy and big family parties just how they would react to all of it. Again this is only if you are comfortable with it I don’t want you to feel pressured to do it at all I just really love your work so I had to ask.🫶

TRADITION

pairing: matt sturniolo x mexican!reader

summary: family get togethers happened once every year, this year you were more than happy to bring your boyfriend to share your traditions with.

warnings: swearing, fluff, small argument between reader and their cousin, kinda suggestive in the beginning, i make a small joke about white people which could set a snowflake off so 🤷‍♀️.

word count: 2074

authors note: i can't tell if i like it or if i feel like i didn't do your request justice. i'd like to say that i've never had flan myself, but like everything else i mentioned i've eaten before. (twas not made by white people)

you and matt had been dating for basically a year now. and while obviously your parents, and close family knew matt, your tía’s and tíos did not. however, this month your tía cindy was hosting a family get together.

they typically happen one time each year, each family member hosting a year. last year, your parents hosted. "i think you should come with me to my family get together," you mutter to matt, running a hand through the boy's brown locks as he laid his face on your chest.

the two of you were currently cuddled up in your bed, the babadook playing on your tv. your phone was resting on your pillow next to your head, your phone going off because of the groupchat you were in with your cousins.

"that would be cool," he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your chest. you could feel his eyes close against your skin, obviously meaning he was tired.

"i can introduce you to them as my boyfriend," you spoke quietly, almost as if you were trying not to scare him off, though a small smile was on your lips. though in reality you didn't know how you would. bro had seen you in all your naked glory, as well as seen you breakdown on many occasions.

there really was no scaring him away.

matt pulled his face from your chest, propping himself up on his elbows. the chain he wore dangling in front of your face as his blue eyes stared into your brown ones. "yeah?" he said, a teasing tone in his voice as he tilted his head.

you could feel your face heat up as you rolled your eyes, lightly pushing his face away. "don't tease me, asshat." you pout, looking away from the boy above you.

matt laughed, moving his face back down to press kisses to the top of your breast, before peppering kisses to the valley of your breasts and up to your neck. "i love you," he whispered, pecking your lips before pulling back, sitting back on his heels.

"so when is the gathering?" you snort at his response, "we're not witches matthew, this isn't a coven." you roll your eyes playfully. "mm, could be," he tilts his head.

"it's in a few weeks," you mutter, sitting up and grabbing your phone. you unlock your phone and click on the group chat, seeing what was going on. you rolled your eyes at the chaos that were your cousins.

"fun," he mumbles. "now lay back down," he states, pushing you back down. you look up at him and raise a brow. matt gives a small smile and grabs the blanket, resuming his previous position, pulling the blanket over your bodies.

he pressed small kisses to the spots his lips could reach on your boobs.

"you're such a horny bitch," you laugh, running your fingers through his hair. matt hums and shakes his head, "i am not, i'm just affectionate." he mutters, looking up at you.

"mm, whatever helps you sleep at night, babe." you tease. matt nips at your skin and shakes his head.

the two of you walked hand in hand into your tías house. the foyer was big, decorated with art, that quite frankly you couldn't exactly say where she had gotten the pieces from.

"dios mío, mira cuánto has crecido desde él año," cindy gushes, walking towards you. she incapsulates you in her arms, giving you a good squeeze. "tía, esté es matt," you introduce the confused looking boy. "i've heard so much about you matthew," your tía speaks, her mexican accent thick.

she pulls the boy in for a hug, "so glad you could join us this year." before you knew it, she was dragging him towards the snacks. there had been an assortment of candies, as well as salty snacks. next to it was a drink table, which held different types of liquor for the adults, as well as juices and jarritos for the kids.

you were greeted by other family members as you followed your stolen boyfriend through the people. "tell me matthew," you heard your tío marco say, making your eyes widen as you rush over.

"tío, hi, so happy to see you," you squeak, interrupting, knowing that your tio had a nick for scaring the people you dated away, either that or embarrassing you.

"i was just saying that your boyfriend looks like a real gentleman," he says, slinging an arm around the boys shoulders. "he threaten you?" you ask, looking at matt. this earns a scoff, "now, would a sweet, loving tio do something like that?" he tsks.

he looks over at matt, "tell me son, would i do something like that?" he says, squeezing matt's shoulders. the boys eyes widened slightly, "u-um, no, no sir," he says.

you give your tío a glare. he simply smiles and claps matt on the back, "excellent, glad we're on the same page. now, tell me about yourself." "i'm a youtuber-" matt starts, but gets cut off by your younger cousin who had just walked up the table. "a youtuber?" she squealed with excitement, "no wonder you're so pretty."

"back off kid, this ones mine," you mumble at the ten-year-old, wrapping your arm around matt's waist.

"okay, okay, no need to get territorial," your tía says, pushing her daughter away, "now, matt, let's get you a drink." "i don't drink, i'm sober," he says quietly. she winks at the boy, tapping her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "i like you, that was a test, you passed," she stated, grabbing a jarritos. "have a jarritos."

"and for my favorite sobrina," she stated, pouring tequila into two shot glasses. "don't tell your mom about this," she says, handing you one. you took it with a grateful smile, "cheers to you having a good guy by your side for once," she laughed at the last part. the two of you clinked your shot cups together, throwing them back.

the alcohol burned going down, causing you to make a face. "you okay?" matt asks, his hand rubbing your back soothingly. "woah," you shake your head. "mhm, fine," you hum, answering him.

everyone was seated at the table, the children sitting at the kids table. a bowl of pozole sat in front of everybody, as well as a big plate with some elote on it. "what it this?" matt whispers, ducking his head down to talk to you quietly.

"soup," you say, "tía sofia will you pass me a few limes," you ask. she nods her head, passing the small bowl over for you to grab a few. "look," you tell matt, "like this."

you squeeze the lime into the dish, "or you could just put it on top if you want," you shrug. you stir it around, adding some lettuce and onion to yours. "it's not authentic if you leave out the beats," you cousin miles whispers to matt. "literally shut up, like who asked you?" you mumble quietly, not looking to cause a scene over something as stupid as the way you like your pozole.

"here, let's try a little," you tell him, holding a spoon up to his mouth. he opens his mouth and lets you feed him. his eyes boring into yours as you do, he hums when his mouth closes around the utensil.

you pull the spoon away from his mouth and place it down, "how is it?" you ask, grabbing a piece of elote. "elote will never not be good," you state, "pass me the tajin miles."

the black-haired boy complies, sliding the bottle over to you, the plastic clanging with your glass. "thank you." you open the container and sprinkle the seasoning over the cob.

"isn't that a bit much?" matt says, tilting his head. "white people," you mutter, shaking your head as you take a bite of the corn. "no, it's never a bit much," you say, licking the tajin from your fingers.

you look up and see the eyes of your cousin miles staring at you, "what?" you say, glaring at the boy. "you're mean to him, wonder how you've kept him so long." he was obviously trying to get under your skin, it was what miles did. it was like he lived to be able to piss you off whenever he saw you.

"oh yeah, you're the fucking expert in relationships," you say, rolling your eyes. "because you haven't been able to keep somebody for more then five months," you add, looking back down to the table.

"i'm not the one who cheated on her last boyfriend," he says, crossing his arms. "miles," your aunt warns, "not here." "literally a bullshit lie and you know it," you state, getting up, walking inside to the bathroom.

matt quickly followed, leaving behind a table of people that were shocked. he walked in, closing the door behind him, and locked it.

you stood at the sink, gripping the edge as tears filled your eyes. his arms were wrapped around you, "it's not true," you mumble shakily, "i-i didn't," you hiccup. matt shushed you, pulling you closer to him.

"i don't really care if you did," he shrugs, though he knows there would have been a tad bit of fear that it could happen to him. "you didn't," he says, "but even if you did, i don't care. because you're mine, and i love you." he turns you around, cupping your cheeks.

"let's get you cleaned up," he says, using his sleeve to wipe the tears off of your face. you lean into his touch, and nod. "is it normally like this?" he asks, pressing kisses into your hair.

"miles will do or say whatever it takes to get under my skin," you mumble, "he's an immature little boy who doesn't care who's relationships he hurts," you scoff.

matt hums, and holds you close.

"i don't deserve you," you mumble, shaking your head, "i'm a mess." "then i will gladly be a mess with you so we can do it together," he mutters. "let's go back," he says, and unlocks the door.

as soon as he did, your cousin was standing there. "tía wants me to apoligiz-" "save it," you cut him off, holding a hand to his face. you and matt walk back to the table; pan dulce, flan, and tres leches cake gathered in the center of the table.

"here," your tía hands matt a piece of pan dulce. "thanks," he says, smiling at the older woman. he took the sweetened bread from her hands, tearing it in half before handing you one side. he takes a small bite, melting into his chair. "good?" you giggle, glad that most of the family was having their own conversations.

"magical," he hums, "then taste, tres leches," you state, grabbing a small plate with a slice. "tres leches is the only birthday cake i allow," you say, a smile on your face as his eyes light up. "why does this taste better then actual cake?" "because it is," you and your tía selena state at the same time.

matt nods his head and eats his dessert, looking around at all the people. his blue eyes landing on a picture that was hung on the wall. it was a photo of your abuela, the woman who raised your mom. you followed his eyes, "she was an amazing woman," you state, nodding your head.

“she would have loved you if she had the chance to meet you,” you mumble, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

he looks over at you and smiles, grabbing a piece of flan. he puts the spoon in his mouth and hums, looking at you with wide eyes. "what is this? how did i never know this existed?" "because you never dated a bad ass latina bitch before me," you giggle.

"that's a good point," he shrugs. "and yes, flan is the shit," you laugh, "i love me some caramelized milk." matt's brows furrowed, "milk?" you hum, "milk, sugar, and eggs," you nod.

matt nodded his head and looked back at the dessert. he scooped some more and ate it. by the end of the night, mostly everyone was telling matt what a great guy he was, telling him they'd hope to see him at my cousin delorese quinceañera.

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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“You’re nervous.”

“Hnnngh,” Keith says, knuckles white on the steering wheel. He looks straight ahead, left leg bouncing, hair pulled back into a ponytail but flyaways everywhere. He keeps having to push up his glasses when they slide down his nose, nudged forward by all the tension in his eyebrows. “Being stressed before a stressful situation is not being nervous, Lance, it’s just my brain responding like a brain.”

Lance hides a smile. “You’ve met my family before, baby.”

Keith slows to a stop as they approach their turn, looking at Lance instead of the road for the first time in twenty minutes. His indigo eyes are wide and pleading. Lance is distracted by the tiny mole beside his nose.

“I’ve met your mom,” he says emphatically, breaking eye contact with Lance to crane his head to the left, checking over the hill for any cars. He’s far more careful than he needs to be — there’s never anyone on this road. But Keith is always endlessly careful when he’s driving other people around. “I’ve met your siblings. I’ve met your abuela. I’ve met the twins.”

“Mighty number of people,” Lance agrees. He looks at his boyfriend pointedly. “All of whom love you.”

“Because they love you,” Keith stresses. “You’re, like, their favourite person. You hyped me up so of course they have a nicer view of me. But this is like — your great grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles and, I dunno, second sister in law five times removed —

“Not how that works,” Lance interjects, amused.

“—and now I gotta impress them all? At once? I still don’t know how I did that with everyone else! I panicked! I forgot all my lines and conversation starters! I just — was awkward, and they were cool with it because your family is cool!”

“Ah, yes, you were yourself and people liked you,” Lance says, nodding sagely. “How bizarre.”

Keith looks at him imploringly. He has a — really cute nose, holy shit. It’s crooked from the three separate times it’s been broken and Lance is kind of obsessed with it. All he can think about is pressing a kiss to the bridge of it and watching how Keith will crinkle it on reflex. He has to fight back a giggle.

“I am going to get eaten,” Keith says miserably. “My luck is going to wear out. I’m gonna say something stupid and offend your third cousin or trip over someone’s toddler and destroy your mother’s flan by crashing into the table and upending hot coffee on an elderly person. Then I’ll get arrested for assault and you’ll have to visit me in prison and my cellmate will make a comment about you or something and I’ll have to kill him and then I’ll get retried and the death sentence, probably, and then Red will bust me out of prison and cause intergalactic meltdowns and —”

Lance can’t hold back anymore. Quick as a dart he reaches out, fisting Keith’s collar, and yanks him over the gearshift, kissing him softly and soundly until Keith sighs, surprise fading into something calmer, relaxed. His hand comes up to cup Lance’s cheek.

“You need a Xanax,” Lance says gently as he pulls away.

Keith huffs, the manic look in his eyes replaced with something much softer. Relieved, even. “Yeah, probably.” He tears his eyes away from Lance, rechecking his turn and finally actually putting on his blinker and moving onto the right road. His free hand reaches over the gearshift and Lance grabs it, tangling their fingers together and resting them in his lap. “I just — I want your family to like me.”

Lance smiles, a wide one that brings a flush to his cheeks and makes him shy, even though he’s not self-conscious; a smile that makes something flutter so intensely in his stomach that it feels so intensely private.

“They’ll like you,” Lance says simply.

Keith exhales. His hand tightens. Lance squeezes back.

The rest of the drive is easy.

———

By the time they make it to Lance’s great-grandmother’s farm, he can tell that some tension has crawled back into Keith’s shoulders. But he’s always been brave, when fighting dictators or meeting parents, and doesn’t hesitate to pull into the gravel driveway and park the car. He squeezes Lance’s hand again before letting go, stepping out of the car and heading to get their stuff.

“Tío! Tío!” scream two voices, and Lance doesn’t even have half a second to brace himself before Nadia is launching herself at his stomach. He manages somehow to spin them both around to offset the momentum, keeping them both upright. Keith is not quite so lucky — Lance hears a slam, a startled oof, and then he sees their bags go flying out of the corner of his eye.

“Jesus Christ,” Keith wheezes, flat on the ground with Sylvio crowded on top of him.

“I got you!” the boy crows, scrambling off Keith’s body in order to adequately dance around in victory. “You went splat!” He whirls around to face Lance, still dancing around. “Tío Lance! Did you see?”

Lance adjusts Nadia on his hip, making no attempt to hide his amusement. “I did. You got him good, buddy.”

Beaming, Sylvio turns back to Keith, who’s finally managed to get enough breath back in his lungs to stand.

“You got me good,” he wheezes in approval.

“Just like you showed me!”

There’s no mistaking the smugness in Sylvio’s voice, the challenge, the I’m-little-you’re-big-and-you’re-a-loser.

Keith recognises the challenge easily, eyes glinting, and before Sylvio can run away Keith scoops him up, tossing him over his shoulder and whirling them around ‘til he’s dizzy.

“Just like I showed you, champ. Think you can get out of this one, though? It’s easy!”

Sylvio shrieks, pounding on Keith’s back with fists weak from laughter. Nadia squirms in Lance’s hold, so Lance sets her down, and in seconds she’s run and attacked Keith’s other side, climbing up his legs to try and free her brother. Keith scoops her up, too, throwing her over his other shoulder as she laughs just as shrilly.

“Clearly neither of you learned very much!” he shouts, grin so wide it practically splits his face. His already precariously dangling glasses slide right off his face but Keith doesn’t even spare them a glance, stepping over them easily and shaking the twins as he goes. “You’re trapped!”

It doesn’t take the bright twins very long to unite forces, attacking Keith with renewed vigour all at once. Lance bends down as they wrestle, scooping up Keith’s glasses and their discarded bags.

“He’s good with them,” Lisa says, sidling up beside him and sliding her hand around his waist. Lance mirrors her, squeezing.

“He thinks they’re hilarious. He loves them to pieces.”

“Believe me, they love him too. I heard about Uncle Keith so much on the drive down that I was tired of him before you two even got here.”

Lance snorts. “Yeah, right, dweeb. No one else here reads Jane Austen. You need your nerd buddy.”

“Indeed,” she says, grinning. She pats him on the hip, pulling away and taking one of the bags slung over his shoulder. “C’mon, let’s get your stuff dropped off. Marcela will want to fuss over you, I’m sure. She hasn’t seen you since your last mission.”

Lance looks back at his boyfriend before following her, making sure he doesn’t need Lance’s help. The twins have wrestled him into doing their bidding, it looks like, or more likely he didn’t even put up a fight, and sit on one shoulder each, guiding him around the property with shouts and points and frenzied gesturing. Keith has his hand locked firmly over each set of knees, careful not to let them fall, as he wobbles around to make them gasp and laugh.

Lance smiles. He’s fine.

———

Keith finds him within the hour, Nadia and Sylvio off to play with their cousins.

“You abandoned me,” he pouts, hand wrapped around his elbow.

Lance notices, idly, that he’s slouching again; that his ponytail has been abandoned entirely and his hair curtains his face.

Hm.

“You were busy being a doofus,” Lance teases, brushing his hair out of his face. He nobly resists the urge to quote Regina George. “One of us has to be the mature one. We wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong impression about the saviours of the universe.

“You’re hiding out on a random couch on your phone,” Keith deadpans. He glances down at the screen. “You’re watching a seven year old vine compilation. On mute.”

“Like an adult,” Lance says primly. “Watch with me.”

Keith rolls his eyes fondly, but slides on the couch behind Lance, arms wrapped around his waist and chin hooked over his shoulder. Lance digs in his pockets until he finds Keith’s glasses, twisting around to slide them on his handsome face. His hands linger on Keith’s temples. Keith’s smile is small and crooked and bares the tiniest peek of crooked incisors, and Lance’s heart flutters.

He leans back into Keith’s chest as he plays the video, watching a compilation of dorky videos he’s seen a thousand times. He feels Keith’s grin press into the juncture of his neck as he starts to mumble along. His hand rests just under Lance’s shirt, flat on his stomach. Lance fights the urge to squirm.

You Are In Your Abuela’s House, he reminds himself firmly. Your Ancestors Are Watching You. And Jesus, Probably.

Luckily, someone calls out their names before Lance really needs to find a vat of ice water to dunk himself in.

“Leandro! Keith! Come eat before your hog of a brother takes it all!”

The two of them don’t even need to pause for a moment before throwing themselves off the couch, scrambling towards the kitchen at top speeds because Marco absolutely will eat their portion of the food. Not even because he’s hungry for it, just because he’s a butthead who thinks it’s funny.

“This is your fault,” Keith informs him, careening around a questionably placed side table.

“Nothing is ever my fault ever in the entire universe,” Lance shoots back.

(Is it Lance’s fault? Possibly. But in his defense, the several years he spent as a child waiting for Marco to be distracted before eating his favourite thing on the plate still make him crack up when he thinks about it. Marco just got so mad, every time. Plus his eyes bulge a little when he loses it. How was Lance ever supposed to avoid poking that bear?)

Luckily, they make it in time to wrestle a plate away from Marco’s snickering ass.

“Keith, Lance,” Lance’s mother greets warmly before Lance can crack a plate over his brother’s head. “I’m glad you made it!”

“Mother,” Lance squawks dramatically, hand flying to his chest, “I am the second to be greeted? You’re son? You’re youngest angel? The one who went missing for several years and returned to you, prodigal?”

She reaches over and flicks Lance in the forehead. Keith snorts. Marco cackles.

“Keith called me on the flight home,” she explains, ruthless. “So he is the son, and you are the son-in-law.”

Keith flushes as he always does when Mamá pairs them like that, when they’re both her sons, when she implies what it implies. Lance lets the warmth of that expression soak into his bones, deep in through his back, from every point Keith is touching him.

“I was sleeping off being maimed!” Lance despairs.

It does him no favours. Mamá waves her hands wildly, setting down her own plate in favour of placing her hands over her ears. “Gah! Sh! Do not tell me of these things! I am meant to pretend your job is nothing more than ornamental! Do not ruin that for me!”

“It was the slightest ever maiming,” Lance mutters, sullen.

Keith visibly bites back a retort to that, no doubt out of respect for Mamá.

(Lance knows that Keith would have been the world’s biggest mama’s boy had he grown up with Krolia. He has shared this hypothesis with Shiro, who had laughed so hard upon hearing it that he had sprained a muscle in his neck, and then explained later with a heat pack and a wryly smiling Adam that Keith used to scold Shiro for pushing himself with exact quotes from Shiro’s mother herself.)

“Nobody ever wants to hear my side of the story,” Lance laments.

Keith bends down to kiss him on the cheek.

“That’s because you are a liar,” he says kindly.

Lance catches his chin before he can pull away, kissing him to shut him up.

They head outside to join everyone else, plates stacked high with food and plastic cups balanced precariously with spare fingers. Keith starts to slouch again as they walk out the sliding screen door, but he keeps his hair out of his face, eyes flitting between different people. It helps that hardly anyone spares him half a glance, too used to random new people in such a big family.

“Hey, Patito! Over here!”

Lance whips his head up at the familiar voice, breaking into a wide smile when he sees his sister’s wilding waving hand. Keith, too, seems relieved when he catches sight of Veronica, rushing over almost faster than Lance is.

“Hey, losers,” she greets, flicking water from her cup at them as they sit across from her. “Took you long enough to get here.”

“Lance is a distraction and danger to the road,” Keith says immediately, because he is a snitch. He is also unfortunately very quick and manages to duck away from Lance’s pinch.

Veronica snorts. “Believe me, I know. Every ride back to the Garrison on weekends was a near death experience because he kept smacking me every ten seconds. A menace.”

“You manipulator!” Lance accuses. “I slapped you because you teased me! Constantly!”

Keith and Veronica share sharp, matching grins. Lance takes a nanosecond to ponder what he ever did to deserve the sufferings of their friendship.

“That’s because you’re so goddamn easy to rile up, sweetheart,” Keith says with a wink.

Lance attempts to shove him off his chair. Unfortunately, while he does flail backwards, he manages to stay upright.

“You two were supposed to hate each other,” he mutters into his congrí. “This friendship thing is bullshit.”

Neither believe him for a second.

They’re barely into their meal when the nosiness starts. In fact, Lance is honestly surprised it has lasted this long. Luis probably said something to convince everyone to tone it down, because he is a saint and also Lance’s favourite.

“So,” says his Aunt Vena, “…Keith.”

Keith freezes, cheeks bulging. Lance tries very hard not to laugh at him.

“Hi,” he says, swallowing. He says nothing else and looks agonized about it. His memorized conversation starters have no doubt fled his brain.

“You know, I feel like I already know you,” jokes Aunt Vena, never bothered by awkwardness. Or boundaries. “I only see Leandro a few times a year were the only thing he talked about for ages.”

Lance goes pale. Oh, please God, no. Please let Aunt Vena be suddenly gifted with the ability to read Lance’s mind, or at least notice him waving his hands frantically behind Keith’s head, making cutting motions at his throat.

“Keith this, Keith that. Keith Keith Keith.”

Lance cradles his face in his hands. So much for miracles.

“He did?” Keith asks.

“Stop investigating immediately or you’re sleeping on the floor tonight,” Lance threatens under his breath. Keith’s hand finds it’s way to his thigh and rests there, as if laughing at him.

“Oh, yes,” laughs Aunt Vena. “Every other word was about how you sat in class or walked in the hall or flew your planes. He was always angry about it, but he was quite focused on you. Oh, and your hair.”

Aunt Vena turns away to chatter with someone else like she didn’t just ruin Lance’s life. Lance would hate her if he didn’t find her so goddamn loveable, but he does, so instead he looks up and suffers Keith’s wide, shit-eating grin, and ponders deep in his heart how he will re-humble his boyfriend so they’re back on even ground.

“…You were big on the hair, huh.”

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll chop it off as you sleep.”

———

“Keith.”

“I’m just saying.”

“You dorkbrain.”

“I’m just saying!”

Keith’s hair is in a knot at the crown of his head, glasses pushed all the way to his face. He’s got Lance’s hand in his but he’s not paying attention to him in the slightest — he cycles between leaning back, then forwards, then craning his neck and shifting his eyes. Every few seconds he lets out a muted gasp.

A group of children run yelling in and out of the house, heedless of doors and stairs.

“You are such a mother hen,” Lance says with great amusement.

Keith is too distracted to even roll his eyes. “Some of them are very little,” he says worriedly. “Maybe they should play a game outside. There’s more space.” He looks around at the various adults sitting and chatting, aghast. “Should me maybe get a — pool noodle, or something? Just for the corners. So there are no head injuries. That’s the most common way they happen, you know. Tripping during play.”

Lance hums, leaning into his side. “Reading a lot of parenting books, are you.”

Keith is very deliberately silent. Lance flicks up his gaze to watch his face redden.

“…Akira.”

“It’s Shiro’s!” he says defensively. “It was — he had it on the shelf! I read it when I was younger! It was traumatizing! Do you know how easy it is to fuck up a kid? Very easy, Lance! Their heads are very squishy! They don’t know balance yet! They repeat everything you say!”

“Was this book,” Lance starts, choking back laughter with everything he has, “perhaps about raising toddlers?”

Keith’s jaw snaps shut.

“Children under two? Hm?”

Keith glances away. “It didn’t mention.”

Lance loses his battle, burying his cackling in Keith’s shoulder.

“How was I supposed to know that ‘A Guide To Raising Healthy Children For New Parents’ was about — babies? Shiro was the dumbass who had it!”

Lance laughs harder. “Did he — did he buy it when he —”

Keith puts his head in his hands. “He bought, like, forty books when he first started fostering me, they were all basically the same, he’s such a dumbass —”

“Stop, stop,” Lance begs, grasping his aching stomach. The image of Shiro, twenty years old, panicking after impulsively deciding to apply to foster the delinquent who stole his car, frantically googling advice for new parents only to unknowingly receive information about toddlers is the best mental image he’s had in a while. He’ll have to share with Pidge and the rest of the Holts the second they get home.

“You’re such a butthead,” Keith grumbles, but it’s half-hearted. His attention is still mostly on the way Mateo, Lance’s four year old second cousin, very nearly brains himself on the corner of the brick entryway trying to swerve away from his older sister. Keith’s sharp inhale would have been comical if Lance didn’t feel his own heart drop.

“Okay,” Lance concedes, “maybe it’s time for a new game.” He pats his boyfriend on the knee. “You’re up, champ.”

“Wait, me?” Keith asks, bewildered. “You’re their cousin.”

Lance shrugs. “You’re the worried one. Plus, I want to go get wine drunk with Rachel. Mamá said she just got here. She’s been avoiding my calls all week which means she has Information to share and doesn’t trust herself not to tell me immediately. I have to know what’s up.”

Keith still doesn’t look convinced. “But I’m a stranger to them, basically.”

“So start with Nadia and Sylvio, dummy. Once the rest of the kids see a cool newer and accidentally safer game to play, they’ll join fast. Plus, the stranger aspect is intriguing, probably. You’re like a new toy.”

To solidify his point, Lance calls his niblings over, gesturing to Keith. The twins light up, immediately abandoning whatever they’re doing — trying to shove a sleeping Luis’ finger up his own nose — to sprint over to them.

“Tío Keith has a game for you two,” Lance whispers conspirationally.

The twins burst into howling cheers.

“Game! Game! Game! Game!” they chant, each grabbing one of Keith’s hands and tugging him away.

Keith looks back at him, panicked. Lance blows him a kiss, then turns back into the house to go hunt for his sister.

She finds him first.

“LANCE,” she shouts, whipping around to face him. Lance immediately shifts backwards slightly, knees bent, legs widened, arms held out protectively in front of him. He smirks. She matches it.

She charges.

She aerials into a heel kick, as always, aiming for his skull. Lance back handsprings out of her reach, careful of the various relatives around him, who are well used to their brand of bullshit and don’t even pause their conversations as they lean away.

He comes back up just in time to throw up a block to her fists, aiming a kick to her stomach that she can’t fully dodge. She gets him right back, though, like she always does, aiming a sweeping kick for his ankles that he has to flip on his hands to avoid.

“It’s good to see you, fucker,” she pants, roundhouse kicking the dip of his waist.

“Likewise, asshole,” he grunts, grabbing her ankle and flipping her to the ground. She drags him down with her.

They’re both grinning.

“Tomorrow morning we box for real,” she proposes as they lay there, getting their breath back.

“Deal,” he agrees.

By the time they finally get back on their feet, they’re both parched, and since they also make frequent poor decisions, they head straight for the bad boxed wine. Lance pours them both heaping glasses and Rachel guides them to an open lawn chair, which they both sprawl on, a hundred percent in each other’s space.

“So,” Rachel says, chugging half her glass, “my grades are in. I’m graduating top of my class.”

Lance gasps. “Rachel!”

“And,” she continues, building up suspense with a grin, “I got word back from all my residency applications.”

Lance thinks he might explode. He remembers them when they were little, huddled on the floor of their bedroom at one in the morning, glow sticks guiding their planners, mapping out heir lives together. Where they would go to school, when they would bother with dating, how they would do it all together. Lance, best pilot to come out of the Garrison next to Shirogane. Rachel, the first surgeon to successfully transplant a brain.

“I got in,” she says, beam so wide it forces her eyes shut. “Lance, I got in!”

“Rach!” he screams, eyes blurry from tears and heart full to bursting. “Rach!”

He wraps his arms around her shoulders and squeezes, weeping with joy and elation and buzzing from his head to his toes. This is what Rachel has wanted since she was old enough to talk. This is his sister, his first and best friend, getting everything she has ever wanted, as she has always deserved.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!”

She squeezes him right back, her own tears wetting his t-shirt. Her relief is palpable, and Lance knows it, the indescribable feeling of finally crossing that goddamn mountain, finally getting what you’ve been working for for longer than you can remember.

“Everything is falling into place,” she says softly, pulling back and holding up her cup. Lance laughs and clinks them together.

They settle back into their shared chair, too happy for words, gathering themselves. Lance catches his mother’s eye and returns her soft smile, wine making him warm and happiness making him bright. He feels like he’s swimming in sun-warmed water.

He settles back with a sigh.

Rachel nudges him. “Hey, Loverboy. Look.”

Lance follows her pointing finger. Away from the tables and lawn chairs, in a wide, open space, there’s Keith — surrounded by every single child on the property, ordered in neat rows. Each of them has a hefty stick, held carefully in their hands, watching Keith with great intensity. Keith himself has his bayard out, stretched out in a battle position, back straight and shoulders loose. He has the same bright look on his face that he has during Lion training, or riskier missions. Excitement, steadiness, and a hint of cockiness that has Lance shivering. He demonstrates a move, and with a single minded focus, the children repeat it.

It has always been impossible not to want to be a part of everything Keith does, Lance has found.

“…You kind of scored,” Rachel observes.

Lance’s laughter is breathy, high-pitched. “Believe me, I know.”

There’s a rousing shout from the kids, then a cheer, then Keith shouts, “Ready?” and at their raucous response, chaos breaks out. Sticks are strikes and parried and children throw themselves dramatically on the floor in pantomimed deaths, scrambling to their feet seconds later to get back into the fray. Every few seconds Keith calls out rules and reminders, weaving through the children to point out places for improvement or congratulate someone for doing something right.

“I have never seen them all gathered this long without any crying or fighting,” Rachel says, something like awe in her voice. She pauses. “Well, real fighting.”

Lance smiles, something small and secret and over which he has no control. He catches his boyfriend’s eye and waves, which is returned at twice the enthusiasm.

“Keith’s good with kids,” he says quietly. To himself, he wonders if it’s possible to have a heart so full it bursts.

———

The blankets are scratchy but warm, and Keith smells as he always does, and Lance is half asleep. But the words come leisurely out anyway.

“You awake?“ he whispers, words tucked into the spot above Keith’s heart.

Keith hums. Lance feels the rumble of it in his cheek.

“Barely.”

His eyes are too heavy to keep open, so he lets them slip shut. He breathes deeply the smell of his boyfriend’s body wash, and traces meaningless patterns on his chest with his fingertips, breathing slowly, taking his time. He might fall asleep, but that’s okay. They have time.

“‘M glad you came, today.”

Keith’s breathing is slow and even, just like Lance’s, but he can feel the heavy weight of his gaze, those indigo eyes.

“I go where you go.”

Lance quirks his lips. The blankets rustle softly as Keith slowly slides up his hand, encircling his fingers around Lance’s wrist, palm resting on his forearm. After a minute Lance can feel his heartbeat, at the same time that he hears it, head pressed to Keith’s chest. “You’re good with the kids.”

Keith’s breath stutters. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I like them. And your family.”

“Told you.”

“Yeah, you did.” He’s silent for a minute, palm heavy on Lance’s skin. “I wanna — do this, Lance. Forever.”

Lance turns his head slightly, just enough to press his lips to Keith’s sternum. “I will love you until the end of time.”

He feels Keith’s smile, sweetening the air.

“I love you, too.”

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vimbry · 2 years

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you know it's weird tho like, I actually still feel more insecure about wearing glasses than I realise, and I've had them practically my whole life. they've been such a normalised disability aid for decades now to the point where many people, myself included, forget to even consider them one. there's been many famous people who wear them and liked for it, and with the rise of "nerd/geek" subculture and its associated aesthetic being a somewhat aspirational & popular thing to be now (esp with the hipster explosion of the early '10s), it's hard to remember a time up until pretty recently when wearing them was a shorthand for loser, unattractive, dweeb, etc. in fact it hasn't Really fully gone away.

like, so many forms of media I was exposed to growing up had the sucky best friend sidekick or class nerd who wore glasses, and casual insults in the dialogue were pretty common. a pretty common one-off plot would be where someone had to face the threat of temporarily wearing them and they'd be so torn up about it like. cool thanks (but then kid's shows do often run into far bigger issues of representing groups of people lol so, alienating parts of their audience while turning impressionable kids against them is not a surprise). I got teased about it at school and I think these definitely made a bigger impact than I really think about.

#not to uh. relate it to something I have been blogging about Constantly again haha but something else that made me realise this recently #is flans like. it hit me ''wow it's cool how he's this really wild rockstar type on stage and wears glasses''#I mean it's weird bc there are obv multiple celebrities you can name. but they're often of a certain Type of music or stage/screen persona?#it still gets people placed into this more. idle/meek/unassuming box I guess #maybe it's the idea that you look more fragile & vulnerable wearing glass right in front of your eyes #b.ayonetta definitely did a lot here lmao like I've never played it but I remember seeing her like #oh RIGHT wow there really Is a lack of video game protags with glasses huh??#there's like.. g.ordon freeman #and uhh #you know g.ordon freeman

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eeboshmeebo · 2 months

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Perfection in Pettiness

Reader x Neito Monoma, obsessive reader, GN reader

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It all started when you first saw him. The memory was still vivid, as he overshadowed everyone else in your sight.

He was laughing, making fun of the others in the room as he kept talking. His facial expression was full of life, details you've never seen on other people's faces were visible on his. Somehow, his white pupils didn't remind you of a week-old dead fish but instead seemed like blue chalcedony inlaid into snow-white quartz.

His thin lips, delicate but hiding a voice louder than his princely appearance. He isn't a 'stereotypical' flirty and annoying kind of person, not at all...

And most of all, he didn't seem to care if you stared or not. Like right now, as he was picking a fight with the red-haired boy you forgot the name of.

That voice...

"And this is why you 1-A losers can't beat us, you don't even have a balanced diet!"

"Not cool, man! I eat loads of proteins since I work out a lot!"

You knew better. A workout diet would need more than deep-fried foods and a fruit cup, berries and veggies would be needed as well for the minerals and vitamins. Another reason why, though...

You had memorized Monoma's diet, a filet mignon with broiled vegetables and olive oil garnish, along with a light sauce and cranberry juice to wash down everything AND a small flan to top it all off, if your eyes saw correctly. A treat. He must be having a good day to get some extra sugars intentionally.

There was also another reason why you were standing behind him. It was so Kendo couldn't touch him. So she couldn't interrupt him... but when he put his food down, you struck by putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Hello, Monoma! Doing fabulous today, as always?"

He froze up under your touch mid-rant out of shock, and so did Kirishima. Being unnoticed was simply an ability at this point.

"...Of course I am, much more than you losers that can't even eat correctly!" He loudly proclaimed, but you could see that he was getting a cold sweat on the back of his neck. Nervous, was he?

"Glad to see that my acquaintance is doing well."

You patted his shoulder with a smile on your face before you went to a secluded corner in the cafeteria to sit down.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Kirishima never liked you. He was fine with everyone else, but you? You always looked at everyone with a disinterested gaze and always forgot their names, whether they be your friends or classmates.

Carefree, he thought pf you once. Forgetful and carefree. However, when Monoma came into the picture, your eyes gleamed with affection and interest as you ignored everyone else in the room.

However... he didn't like Monoma, no matter how much he tried to. Besides, it was a bit satisfying to see him freeze and shut up whenever you surprised him.

Not telling anyone wouldn't hurt. Monoma would need to learn how to be nice once in a while, right? Right!

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Three hours later.

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He felt like he was being watched. Always watched. Even in his own dorm, he felt like he was being watched.

That couldn't be.

There were no stalkers in a Hero School. Of course he wasn't being watched! He wasn't! He was safe!

That's what Monoma told himself, at least, as he read one of his comics. One of them had been switched out, one of the older ones he forgot to buy a new version of and was somehow replaced with a mint-condition comic still in the plastic wrapping. Maybe Shihai snuck into his room and pitied the state of the book.

A flash in the window drew his eye as he put down the book and set it on the bed with a bookmark in it, grumbling as he stood up and got his slippers on.

"I hope it isn't one of Shihai's pranks again, ugh..."

He opened the window and stepped onto the balcony, looking around suspiciously.

"Shihai, is that you? This isn't funny, it's already late and you should be studying!" He called out, but he got no response.

...

"...maybe it was just a lizard or a bird or something." He mumbled to himself, but as he stepped back inside, he made sure to keep his window securely closed.

He settled himself on his bed, kicking off his slippers and moving under the sheets to continue reading the comic he put down earlier.

The sense of unease didn't go away, even as he settled and dozed off.

Outside, you crawled up from underneath the balcony and smiled when you saw him before you retreated.

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Throughout the month, you got bolder. Started complimenting him more, started getting him gifts and homemade treats you knew he'd like but not too much. Just 'coincidental'. Started hanging around him more. Started openly standing up for him, and if asked 'What do you see in him?' you'd reply 'Everything'.

That's how much he was worth, after all. Everything. The most gorgeous, clever, amazing person you could ever lay your eyes on, and he'd be yours.

That perfect skin, those pearly eyes, that wonderful voice and smile, and that dazzling personality.

Yes, he'd be yours... all yours. One day. You'll just have to catch the opportunity.

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Part one.

#monoma neito #monoma x reader #tw stalking #tw obsessive behavior #neito monoma x reader #neito monoma

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lapinpuff · 5 months

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I scatteringly listened to tmbg for a loong time before I was truly into them, but I remember quite distinctly thinking "wowie this guy has cool vocal range. He sounds like two different people!"

Yeah there may have been a reason for that!

Funnier yet I'd obsessively watched the 80s music videos and I uh thought one of them was just there for decoration or something??

And then when I graduated to watching modern live show clips I thought present-day Linnell was Flans because of the black hair and glasses...I think it took me six months to be able to fully and accurately tell them apart. I wonder if this is a common experience!

#tmbg #they might be giants

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jeankluv · 1 year

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The guitarist || Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Words: 3,1K

Warnings: fluff, smut, pet names (baby girl, baby, angel), v fingering, oral sex (fem), simp Law, Law is so flirty and cute, no use of y/n

Notes: this was supposed to be full smut and it turned to be more fluff than smut, but there is smut. This is also my second time writing smut so I’m really not that good.

Materialist || Part 2

The group dragged you here, you didn’t feel like coming tonight, you had exams coming and you wanted to stay at home but Nami instead of going and when Nami wanted something, she wasn’t going to give up. So there you were, in a concert hall with a drink in your hand and trying to have some type of fun.

A group of small bands were playing, or that’s what Nami told you and according to her some of the band members were pretty hot. You needed to see that with your own eyes. The first band came out and then the second and then another.

“Hey you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself much.” A voice said behind you.

You turned around and saw a tall guy, dark hair, tattoos and piercings. “Not much honestly.”

“That’s a shame.”

“You are also playing?”

“Do I look like I am?” You once again looked at him and yeah definitely he was giving you that aura.

“Yeah.”

“Oh… and what do you think I play?”

Was he flirting with you? Well then you would continue the game, the guy was hot and it’s been months since you hooked up with someone, you could take this opportunity.

“You seem to have strong arms, maybe the drums.” You smiled while drinking from your cup.

“Wrong. But thank you for the compliment baby. Try again and maybe I will give you something.” That made you shake, his voice was so deep.

“Okay… with that voice of yours are you the singer?”

“Oh baby wrong again, I thought you would be more clever.” He said and put a lock of your hair behind your ear, while he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I’m a guitarist baby girl.”

You swallowed, his voice had made your skin crawl in seconds and your legs started to shake like a flan. “That’s… that’s cool.” You were nervous, why? He was making you nervous, those eyes looking directly at you, it seemed like he knew what you were thinking.

“Don’t be nervous baby, I don’t bite… at least I won’t bite you now.”

“I’m not… I’m not nervous, it’s just that it is very hot here.” Shit

“It is hot… you wanna come with me somewhere colder?”

You hesitate, you wanted to go but you were also nervous, he made you so nervous. “Okay.” You gave in.

He held your hand, fuck it was big, like really big compared to yours. He led the way, showing his credentials to the guards, you end up backstage, both of you alone. You looked around the place, food, clothes, guitars and more stuff were in the room.

“You want something?” He asked you passing you by.

“No… I’m actually okay. One drink for me it’s enough.” You joked.

“Alright baby.” He said and he opened a beer for him. “So tell me… why are you here? You didn’t seem to be enjoying yourself.” He sat on the couch and you sat next to him.

“My friend dragged me here, she said it was going to be fun and the groups that they were paying were hot.” You saw him smiling.

“And was she right? You saw someone hot here?” He approached you a little bit.

“To be honest the groups that came out weren’t that hot.” You said.

“Oh…”

“But I think that in the next groups, one of the members will be hot.”

“Oh really who?” He said following your game.

“A guitarist, with tattoos and piercings, don’t know his name.” You smiled, his face was so close, if he wasn’t kissing in the next 20 seconds you would.

“Law, I think that’s the name you are searching for.”

“Law…” His name on your lips tasted like honey, like it was made only for you and when Law heard you say it, he crashed into your lips.

The kiss was sweet at first but it began to gain greater intensity, you were enjoying it. Damn, of course you were enjoying it and it was just a kiss. Law began to use his tongue and the kiss became even more intense, you were short of breath but you didn't want to stop, you wanted him to continue kissing you, to kiss you everywhere. He broke the kiss and looked at you.

“We can’t go any further…” You looked at him in confusion. “I will go on stage in about 15 minutes and baby I want to take all the time in the world with you and 15 minutes isn’t enough.”

“Oh… okay.”

“Give me your phone.” You gave it to him. “I will send you a message once we are done and we can go to my place, if you want of course.”

“Yeah… yeah sure, it’s okay for me.”

“I still don’t know your name.” It was true, you never mentioned and when you do, oh my god your name on his lips made you feel like you were on cloud nine. “I will see you after then. Let me take you outside.”

And he did, he took you outside backstage and gave you a kiss on the cheek before going back, shit why was that guy with a bad boy look being so sweet with you? You wanted to scream like you were a teenager after her crush confessing to her.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Watching Law’s group was an experience, well actually watching Law play the guitar, the way his fingers moved along the guitar, the way he moved across the stage and you could swear he winked in your direction but maybe the second beer you took was already making you see things. You were with Nami and Vivi chatting when you felt your phone ringing in your pocket and saw Law sent you a message.

“I’m outside waiting for you.”

“Girls, I need to leave earlier today.” You told the girls in front of you.

“Mmh? And why it’s that? Don’t tell me, you are going to study?” Nami asked you. “Oh c’mon we said that today was a day to have fun, enjoy ourselves.”

“Actually…” You felt your cheeks turning a bit red. “There is a guy waiting for me outside.”

“A guy?!”

“Oh… you know that if something happens, you can call us and we will go in a hurry right?” Vivi spoke this time.

“Yeah I know, don’t worry. Once I’m in his apartment I will send my location just in case, okay?” Vivi nodded, while Nami was still processing the information.

“Wait! When did all this happen?”

“We met at the bar, while you two were busy hooking up and then he took me to his dressing room and…”

“Wow, wait! Dressing room? You’re about to fuck one of the band members from one of the groups, who?!”

“Nami… I need to go. But I will tell you everything tomorrow.” You said.

“You better do it! I need all the information.”

You left your two friends there and went outside where you saw Law, standing next to a black car, waiting for you. You smiled at him and he did the same, giving you a kiss on the cheek again.

“Such a gentleman.” You said when he opened the door for you. “You do that for all the girls you are about to fuck?”

“Only with you baby.” He said and started the car, taking you to his apartment.

The trip lasted about 15 minutes, in that time you were able to learn more about Law. He told you that the band was just a hobby with his school colleagues but that what he really wanted to dedicate himself to was medicine, just like his father. To your surprise, you went to the same university, but the truth is that you didn't remember seeing Law anywhere, neither in the cafeteria nor in the library. On the other hand, you also found out that he had a dog named Bepo but that you wouldn't be able to see him today, although Law suggested that you go another day to meet him. With moments and talks like these you wondered if Law really wanted you just for one night or if he was really trying for something more with you, because the bastard was getting it.

The personal talk ended shortly after entering his apartment, you really couldn't stand the tension between you anymore, the desire to kiss him again, to taste his lips again. That's why once he put your jackets aside, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. He follows your rhythm, placing his large hands on either side of your hips, pressing them against him. You could feel how his erection was getting bigger and how you were getting wetter.

“Okay baby.” He said breaking the kiss. “What about going to the bedroom? I don’t mind fucking you here but I want you to feel comfortable.” He said kissing your neck.

“Alright…” You said enjoying the kisses.

He held you in a bride style, you screamed when you saw what he was doing but you were soon shut up by him kissing you again. He left you on the bed, as if you were a fragile doll or something like that. You looked at him, he was taking his shirt off and fuck, his torso had also a big tattoo on it. You squid your thighs, the things this man was making you feel and he didn’t even start doing anything was insane. Your dress had ridden up and left your panties exposed, and you knew Law could see them from where he was standing. He placed his hands on your knees and made you separate them, he began to reach out and tell you how beautiful you were. You couldn't help but blush at his words, you hated that he made you feel that way. He started to take off your panties little by little.

“You're so fucking wet, and all this for me. Oh baby, the things I’m going to do to you tonight.” He said completely removing your panties and throwing them somewhere in his room.

He began to kiss your thighs, getting closer each time to your intimate area which was already completely exposed to him. You were feeling in heaven and they were just kisses, you didn't even want to imagine when he started using his guitarist fingers. It was then when you felt his tongue on you, you couldn't help but moan at that sensation. You covered your mouth, you were feeling so embarrassed at that moment.

“Baby I want to hear you so don’t cover your mouth.” Law spoke as he looked at you, you just nodded.

You moaned again this time when you felt one of Law's fingers caressing your clit. No man had ever made you enjoy sex so much before, usually they wanted to put it in for 5 minutes and go somewhere else. But with Law, god you were enjoying it and he had only used his tongue and one of his fingers.

“Fuck Law…” You moaned harder when you felt another one of his fingers playing with you.

“That’s right baby, let me hear your beautiful voice.” He said while he kissed your collarbone and went down to your breasts, which were still covered by the dress you were wearing. “This dress looked incredible on you but baby I’m taking it off.”

And so you were completely naked before Law, who began to play with your nipples, without stopping fingering you. You were close and Law knew that, that's why it was getting more and more intense. He had inserted another finger and he was making you feel wonderful, it was like his hands were magical.

“Law…” You moaned and humped him against your nipple, you knew you would wake up the next day with marks all over you. “I… I am so close… please Law.”

“That’s it angel, cum for me.” He said, approaching your face and smiling, seeing how tears of pleasure slid down your cheeks. “Cum on my fingers, would you do that?” And you nodded. “That’s my girl, my good girl.” He said and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, but without stopping fingering you.

And you came on his fingers, letting out a moan. Law looked at you with a huge smile on his face as you were still trying to recover from the orgasm you had had. It had been a while since you had an orgasm this good and you had really been exhausted after it.

“Look at you, all fucked up.” I smile and the mole you had on your chest. “I would love to fuck you until dawn, but you look really exhausted angel.”

"You are completely crazy." You spoke with a broken voice. “That was the best orgasm I've ever had.” And Law smiled again, like a child who has been given a lollipop. ”But I think we can fuck…” You said, trying to hide your urge to yawn.

“Baby, I can tell you will pass out any time. You should sleep.”

“But… what about you? “You can’t stay like this.” You said pointing at his crotch.

He denied with his head. “I'll take care of that in the bathroom, now lie down and rest.”

"Why are you doing this? I thought you just wanted to fuck me and that's it…” You looked at him as you covered yourself with the sheets. “Isn't that what musicians do? Fuck a girl at each of his concerts?”

"Well I guess I'm not like that, now go to sleep." He said and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

You really are exhausted and at any moment you would fall asleep, but Law had treated you so well that you wanted to make him feel good too. You tried to stay awake but at some point while thinking you fell asleep. It wasn't until late in the morning that you woke up, Law was gone. You decided to put the dress on and go out to see if Law was anywhere. And sure enough, he was in the kitchen with his back to you and revealing his tattoo.

He turns around and looks at you. “It's a shame you didn't take one of my shirts and wear it.” Your cheeks turned red, why did he have to be so flirty and you blush so easily? “Sit down, I'll make you something for breakfast.”

"Law, there's no need, it's late, I better go."

“Then let me take you.” He said putting the coffee cup aside.

You nodded and went to the car together. Your apartment was about 20 minutes from his house. And your phone was full of messages from Nami asking where you were or if you had died, had you sent them the location? You cursed when you realized you hadn't.

"Your friends?" Law asked without taking his eyes off the road.

“Oh… yeah I totally forgot to send them my location yesterday and now they are probably freaking out thinking I’m dead or something.”

Law nodded. “Well I'll get you back in one piece so there was no need to worry.” You smiled at him and sent a message to Nami telling her that everything was fine.

”Thank you for last night and I'm sorry you couldn't…”

“Babe, I already told you, don’t worry. Besides, you deserve to be treated like a queen, to enjoy yourself.”

“What do you mean?” You looked at him confused.

He sighed. “Yesterday when I mentioned that we studied at the same college, I kinda skipped the part where I said that I knew you.”

“Wait, you know me?” You said with surprise. “But how I don’t remember you, I’m pretty sure I would remember if I see someone so handsome.” You really just said that.

He smirked. “Handsome eh? Thank you baby. But yeah… so you know Luffy right?” You nodded of course you knew Luffy, he was in your group of friends. “Well, unfortunately for me I know him too. And he talks a lot, and he once told me how shity your last boyfriend was.” You rolled your eyes at the thought of him. “I knew the guy and when day I saw him with a girl, she was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and the guy was making her cry.” You felt so kind of jealousy although you think you know where this was going. “A week or so later I saw the same girl with Luffy, so I put one and one together, it was the girl that Luffy talked about, you.” He said and looked at you.

“Why didn’t you mentioned, you knew me?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was a creep. It’s not usually very good to say something like: hey so I have a big crush on you, since the moment I saw you and what if we hang out and so on.”

“Yeah it would look like a creep.” You laughed. “I can’t believe Luffy never mentioned you. He is always talking and telling us everything.”

“He probably did… Torao.” He said and pointed at himself and you realized then.

“Oh my god, it’s you.” You laughed. “Luffy really mentions you a lot.”

“Yeah, he is a pain in the ass but he is a nice guy and he really cares about all of you.”

“He really does.” You smiled at the thought.

“So… now you know I had a crush on you for quite some time, are you willing to go on a real date with me?”

“You really are asking me out?” He nodded. “I would love it. But I hope this time I can be the one to pleasure you.” You said with a cocky smile.

“Oh don’t worry darling, next time we go out I will make sure we have all the time in the world, for just the two of us.” He said, smiling.

You wanted to kiss him so badly, this man was going to drive you crazy. That's why you approached his face and kissed his lips, you loved the feeling of his lips on yours.

“We should stop or I won’t let you go to your apartment and your friends will want to kill me.” He said looking into your eyes, you nodded and got out of the car, followed by him. “I will call you.”

“Alright.” You smiled.

He kissed you on the forehead and said goodbye to you. Anyone who saw you at that moment would think that you were 17 years old and had just had your first romantic date, but no wonder Law had made you feel everything in less than 24 hours and you would see him again. You went up to the apartment, meeting Nami and Vivi having breakfast. It didn't take long for Nami to bombard you with questions, while you smiled stupidly and told them everything.

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