#the amount of cute dresses you two would buy for her... the way he would jump up to every ride at the park only to play with her...

[whore4mattsturniolo]

Birthday Girl ♡︎ Chris Sturniolo

@yourmother29's birthday special <3 love you so much pookie

her birthday was actually in january but art takes time idk

As long as you guys had been friends, you were everything to Chris. He'd drop everything for you, no matter how stupid or unimportant it was. He'd buy you whatever you wanted, completely ignoring the cost of it. Saw a cute dress in a store window? He'd have it shipped to your house by the weekend. Hungry in the middle of the night? He's having food delivered to your front door. Anything to make you happy. As long as he got to see that pretty smile of yours he loved so much, he was happy too. You were an angel in his eyes. Someone who could do no wrong. You were perfect.

To him, you were worthy of being celebrating all 365 days of the year. So when it came to your birthday, it might as well have been considered a national holiday. Every year he'd spoil you with the most expensive gifts, dinners, parties, whatever he could think of. But, this year was different. He wanted to give you an extra special gift. One he'd be holding from the moment he first laid eyes on you.

It was late. Your birthday party, held at his house as always, had finally ended after hours of partying, dancing, and drinking. The smell of alcohol, cheap perfumes, and food still lingered in each room, but you were too overwhelmed with positivity to care. It was just the two of you now, just as it always had been. You were sitting on the dining table, eating your 3rd slice of cake as you watched Chris clean up the empty cups and other trash strewn about the house. He had insisted on taking care of everything for your birthday, including the brutal hours clean up that came with it. "You sure you don't want me to help?" You ask for what seemed like the 50th time that night. "You're gonna be up all night at this rate."

Chris walks over to you, lifting your chin up as he stands in front of you. "Told you ma," he smirks, now standing in between your legs. "All y'gotta do is there and look pretty f'me," he clicks his tongue, fixing the birthday crown sitting lopsided on the top of your head. His eyes flicker to your parted, glossy lips, stained pink from the amount of icing you'd consumed that night, before shifting back to your eyes. You always looked beautiful to him, but tonight, you looked particularly radiant.

Chris never failed to fluster you, the way his cold, blue eyes bore into your own, the way his rough hands felt on your soft skin. You'd be lying if you said you weren't attracted to him. Who wouldn't be? He showered you in compliments and gifts, was always there when you needed him no matter what, always put you first. He was everything you looked for in a man. But he was your best friend, and your friendship was more important than some crush.

"Fine, fine, fine!" You smile, scooting back further onto the table, feeling the cold wood against your bare skin as your dress moved up with you. Your dress was already short, and now almost your entire lower half was exposed. Chris' eyes trailed down your body, focusing on your thighs, and his mind starts to wander, shaking his head before he goes to far. Spotting a piece of trash under the table, he kneels down, shaking his head to get the sinful thoughts out of his head. How soft your thighs looked, how'd they feel under his fingers, or even wrapped around his head, suffocating him. As he kneels down, he manages to catch a full view up your dress, including the lacy red panties you were wearing. His favorite color.

His pants immediately began to feel tighter than they did a few minutes ago, his mind starting to wander once again. He needs to get away from you, fast. Choking on his spit in an attempt to move away quickly, he hits his head on the edge of the table. Hard. If the pain of the hard wood hitting the back of his head wasn't enough to break him out of his thoughts, the shame he felt once he looked you in the eyes would be.

"Fuck!" he shouted, rubbing the back of his head, still hunched over.

You giggle, looking down at him as he slowly stands up straight, still soothing the aching pain. "Are you okay?" You press a hand to your mouth in an attempt to hold back your laughter, your other hand pulling your dress back down.

"M'fine," he says flatly, his eyes refusing to meet yours, his cheeks growing more flushed by the second. "Quit laughing."

"Have some cake," you smile, your giggling subsiding as you stick your icing-covered finger out. "You'll feel better."

Chris swallows hard, looking at your hand, his cheeks turning more crimson as he smirks. He pauses for a moment, before leaning in, pulling your index finger into his mouth.

The sight was erotic, his face blushing as his tongue rolls over your finger, his eyes locked on yours as he sucks off the sweet icing. The feeling of his warm mouth sent a chill down your spine, a warmth pooling between your thighs as he finally pulls off, his eyes refusing to leave yours. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, cleaning off the mess. He finally looks away from you, focused on the half-eaten cake to the side of you. "I picked out a good cake huh?" He chuckles.

You nod, clearing your throat. "Yeah. Great cake."

You watched Chris continue to clean up the messes throughout the house, the tension between the two of you palpable. The soft R&B music playing through the speaker added to the ambience of the dimly lit house. You didn't know what happened to you that night, but something about Chris was so alluring. His messy brown hair, his tired, sunken eyes, the stubble he had gotten too lazy to shave. Even his touch, how he held your chin in his hands, how he hugged you at least 20 times that night. Everything about him was driving you absolutely insane.

Some time later, Chris finally finishes cleaning majority of the messes, joining you back in the kitchen. "Y'know, ma," he says, moving to stand in front of you. "There was...one more present...I wanted to give you." He pokes his tongue in his cheek, raising his eyebrows and flashing you a familiar smirk.

You raise your eyebrows back, looking up at him. He had already given you plenty of gifts, but you were curious as to what else he could possibly have to offer. "Yeah? What is it?" He moves impossibly closer to you, and you can feel the warmth radiating off his body as he stared at you with half lidded eyes, the strong scent of his cologne filling your nose.

"I've been waiting to give it to ya. For a long ass time," His hands move to your hips, pulling you closer to him, your thighs now hanging off the edge of the table as your breath hitches. Your eyes flicker down to his lips, before looking back at his eyes, his pupils intensely dilated.

Your gasp as his lips crash onto yours without any form of warning, the kiss feverish and hungry as his grip on your hips tightens. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He runs his tongue over your bottom lip, begging for entrance, before finally slipping it into your mouth. A soft moan escapes his throat at the feeling of your soft, plump lips on his. He had imagined this thousands of times, but none of them compared to the actual experience. It was better than anything he had ever dreamed of.

Hesitantly, he breaks the kiss, biting on your bottom lip as he pulls back. "How was that?"

You grin, looking back at him with glazed eyes "Good. So good," you laugh breathlessly, your eyes trailing back down to his swollen lips. Before you can lean in for a second kiss, Chris picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and walking you to his room. Your heart pounds in your chest, arousal rushing through your body as Chris' hands move to grab your ass. Once the two of you finally make it to his room, he gently lays you on the bed, swiftly moving to lock the door and walking back over to you.

"Gonna give you the best birthday gift ever," he smirks, climbing onto the bed to lay on top of you. "Gonna make you feel so good, baby."

He leaves sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, toying with the thin straps of your dress. His touch was electrifying, making every hair on your body sticking up. "Chris..." You moan softly at his touch. "Please..." You tilt your head back, giving him better access to the sensitive part of your neck as he continues to suck, leaving light red marks in his wake.

"I know...I know," he coos. He tugs at your dress, growing desperate to see your naked body as he discards the fabric onto the floor. His breath hitches at the sight of you, his jaw going slack as he admires every inch, a groan leaving his throat at the image in front of him. "Gonna give you what y'want. Just hang on f'me.

Chris' hands trail up and down your body, desperate to feel every part of you under his fingertips, moaning as his soft lips continue their assault on your skin. "So fuckin' pretty," Chris sighs, moving back down, landing in between your legs and looking up with half-lidded eyes. "Been wanting this so long...Wanted to feel you...Taste you..." He mutters, toying at the waistband of your lacy panties, fiddling at the rough material with his fingers. "Gotta get these off...Need to feel that pretty pussy on my tongue...Please..." He looks up at you for approval, the corners of his lips curling as he sees you nod. You're as desperate for this as he is.

He slides your panties down your legs, admiring the trail of arousal that follows as he throws them on the floor near your dress. "Fuck baby," he murmurs, burying his head in between your legs, peppering soft kisses on your inner thighs, trailing his tongue just near where you need it, but not quite. His stubble brushed against your heat, adding sensitivity. "So pretty...So fuckin' pretty...Better than I imagined..." He continued to whisper to himself. He was completely hypnotized, and he hasn't even tasted you yet.

A whine escapes your lips, watching his focus all his attention on your thighs than your achy pussy, which was now dripping onto his blanket. "Chris, stop teasing." Your voice breaks him out of his trance, forcing him to look up at you, his lust-filled eyes peering into yours as he laughs softly. His tongue darts out over his bottom lips, going back to staring at your pretty pussy, collecting the arousal on his fingers.

"So needy for me," he says softly. "Leaking all over the fuckin' blanket and I ain't even touched you yet," he grins. He brings his now-soaked fingers to his mouth, moaning at the sweet flavor. "I knew you tasted good...Fuck, I need more than that."

As soon as the words leave his lips, he dives into your pussy, his tongue licking a long stripe up to your clit, a loud moan escaping your mouth at the sensation. Your hands desperately try to cling to something, gripping the covers until your knuckles turn white as he continues to lick and suck at your clit.

He moans softly, the vibrations shooting straight to your core. You instinctively move to clamp your legs shut at the intense pleasure, squeezing his head tight. He stops just for a moment, your body shivering at the sudden coldness, before grabbing your thighs and holding your legs open in a tight grip. "Stop moving and let me eat in peace," he mutters, continuing his assault on your pussy. His eyes flutter shut as he looses himself in you, the way you taste, the way you sound. He slowly ruts against the mattress, trying to release the friction between his erection and his jeans. "There you go. Keep those legs open f'me. That's a good girl."

Your orgasm was approaching, and fast, feeling a familiar building in your lower abdomen. "Chris—mmm—m'so close!" You whine, your fingers finding their way to his hair, tugging and pulling at his messy brown locs. The roughness earns another grunt from him as he holds your thighs tighter, leaving indents in your flesh. He grins up at you, his lips and chin coated in your slick and his hair messy, before going back down on you. He's completely drunk on you, the sound of wet slurping echoing against the walls of his bedroom as you start to grind against his face, your grip on his hair tightening.

"Cum—gonna cum! M'gonna cum!" You babble, before the coil in your belly finally snaps, your vision going white and starry. Your eyes roll back into your skull as Chris staring at you in awe, still lapping at your pussy, helping you ride out your high. Your legs shake under his arms, twitching at the overstimulation. "Too much! S'too much! Chris, Chris!" You almost shout until he begrudgingly pulls away, staring at the mess you made of his bed, wiping your release off his face.

"You're so lucky it's your birthday and not mine," he whispers breathlessly. "Or else I'd be eating that pussy 'til you cried," his rough voice makes you shudder. His tongue was magic, and you could only imagine how intense it'd feel after more than one round. "Maybe that'll be my birthday gift. Favor for a favor kinda thing, yeah?" he chuckles, sitting up and on his knees and you smile back at him, nodding at his words. The sound of metal clinking distracts you, making you lift your head up.

You find Chris pulling off his jeans in a frenzy, throwing them off the side of the bed and shuffling between your legs. He pulls his boxers down, his rock hard cock springing out and slapping against his stomach, earning a rough groan from him, precum leaking out his slit and down his shaft. He chuckles again, watching your eyes widen as you admire his size. "You like what you see, pretty girl?" He says, spitting into his palm and stroking his thick length. "You like seein' what you do to me?"

A soft whine leaves you lips as he aligns himself with your entrance, rubbing his swollen, red tip over your slick folds, coating it in your release. "You want me to fuck you, baby? Want me to fill this pretty pussy up with my big dick?" He asks gruffly, slapping the head on your puffy clit, earning another soft moan from you. "I know you do, ma. I know how bad you want it. Droolin' all over my sheets...Fuckin' beggin' for it." Lubricated by your arousal, Chris pushes his cock into your pussy, a soft moan leaving his lips at the sight of you sucking him in.

"Fuck!" you cry out, tears pricking your waterline at the burning sensation, feeling his thick cock stretching you out inch by inch, every vein bumping against your tight walls. "Mmph—so big...s'not gonna fit—" You whimper, wanting to feel him bottom out inside you, but the stretch is almost too much to deal.

"Shh," he whispers, caressing your side with a gentle hand. "We'll make it fit, baby...Just...just relax f'me, yeah? Almost there...atta girl..." He finally bottoms out, resting his forehead against yours as he nestles inside you, tip grazing your cervix as you relax around him, adjusting to his size. "Goddamn, shit" Chris grins, watching your eyes flutter shit. "Pussy's cuttin' the fuckin' circulation off—fuck—off my fuckin' dick." Your eyes flutter back open, looking up into his eyes, his pupils blown out. Your throat bobs as you swallow, slowly moving against his dick, silently giving him the OK to move.

His hands move to grab your hips, gently pulling out until just the tip is nestled in your pussy, and pushing himself back in. His movements are painfully slow, holding himself back, keeping himself from going too rough and hurting you. "Faster," you manage to choke out. "Go faster, please."

A wicked grin spreads against Chris' face, his thrusts picking up speed as his hips snap against your pelvis, his grip on you growing tight enough to leave bruises on your soft skin. The squelching sound of his cock ramming into your pussy grows louder, only rivaled by your even louder moans. Suddenly, Chris throws your leg over his shoulder, allowing him to hit that spongy spot deep inside you over and over again at a rapid pace.

"Fuck yeah," he moans out, the change of pace bringing him closer by the second. "This all the birthday girl wanted huh? Wanted to get slut out by her best friend? Get split open by this big dick?" You nod weakly in response, trying to find the words to respond, but your brain is fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure. You try to speak, but all that comes out are pathetic moans. "Asked you a question didn't I?" He laughs. "Too fucked out to even answer—fuck—Goin' dumb all over my dick already."

You look up at him with lidded eyes, watching his cock get sucked into your tight cunt. "Yes!" You manage to choke out. "S'all I wanted. Just wanted you to fuck me." Chris smirks again, rocking his hips at an intense pace, your velvety walls pulsing against his throbbing cock. Your back starts to arch off the mattress, but he holds you down, one hand on the leg over his shoulder, the other on your lower stomach, keeping you still for him. Your second orgasm was quickly approaching, your legs already beginning to shake.

"Such a slutty fuckin' girl," Chris groans, watching your eyes start to roll back. "Already gonna cum all over my dick...Fuck baby...Can't get enough of you—shiit—you and this perfect fuckin' pussy," You moan at his praise, desperate to hold onto any part of him, gripping the arm pressing on your belly.

"M'gonna—aah!—m'gonna cum! Please, please, please," you cry out, your whines growing more and more needy as Chris slams into you repeatedly. You weren't even sure what you were begging for at that moment. You just knew you never wanted him to stop. He moves his thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing quick, rough circles over it just to make you squirm for him.

"I know baby, I know...m'gonna cum too," he moans out, his hips pistoning at an impossibly fast pace, chasing both of your highs. His cock starts to twitch inside you, the coil inside him ready to snap at any moment. But he's holding on. He refuses to cum before you do. Not until you cum all over his dick. "Gonna let me cum inside, huh? Make you all mine?" He coos, caressing your cheek gently, a contrast to his rough movements at the lower half of your body.

You nod furiously, your moans and whines becoming more strained as you approach your release. "Yes, yes yes...Please, baby—" Your pleads are cut off by a high pitched moan, almost screaming his name as your orgasm crashing over you. Waves of pleasure washing over you as your back arches high off the mattress, your vision going white. Everything around you goes static, only focusing on Chris.

"Good girl, good fuckin' girl..." His thrusts grow faster as he watches you fall apart around him, his ego growing knowing that he was the one that made you feel like this, made you cum this hard. "Gonna cum deep in this pussy...Gonna fill her up.." The feeling of your tight walls throbbing around his cock triggers his own orgasm, ribbons of sticky cum shooting out into your pussy, a guttural moan escaping his throat. "Fuck, fuck fuck!" He cries out, his thrusts staggering as he watches your pussy milk him dry.

Panting hard, he manages out a weak, "happy birthday, beautiful," pressing soft kisses against the leg over his shoulder, before moving it off of him. Still inside you, he leans over you, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss.

"Mhm," you say in between kisses, wrapping your arms around him. "Best birthday gift ever," you smile, still trying to catch your breath from the most intense orgasm of your life. Chris looks down at you, a smug grin still plastered across his face.

"Who said it was over?"

sorry this took so long bby...i love you !!

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[cloudzoro]

Forever | Roronoa Zoro ♡

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genre: smut (minors dni)

pairings: roronoa zoro x fem!reader

wc: 2.3k

cw: unprotected sex, established relationship, size kink, marriage proposal, husband and wife are used multiple times, Zoro decides that maybe he does care about love, gross couple flirting, I'm british so I say sun cream instead of sunscreen x

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“I know we can't get married. Being reputable pirates, no one would risk having a legal record of us in their registry. But I don't give a fuck about a ridiculous party or a piece of fucking paper."

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Zoro isn't marriage material. At least, that's what he thinks. He's never been interested in marriage, and he was never interested in sex or relationships until he met you. The natural progression of your relationship from acquaintances to friends to lovers was slow and casual. There were no grand gestures, emotional confessions or anything else from those horrid romance books you read that make Zoro gag. He had never officially asked you out. One day, after months of flirting and sleeping together, Sanji was getting a little too close to you and Zoro barked at the cook to leave his girl alone. You never denied that you were his girl and later on that night, when he was fucking you into the mattress, you confirmed that you were his and only his.

It's a gorgeous day at sea, and you're out on the deck sunbathing with Nami. Zoro observes you as you lean back with your eyes closed. He tries to continue his daily workout but keeps getting distracted by your figure. Usually, he'd go elsewhere to work out, but with the horny cook hanging around the ship, he doesn't want to take any chances.

Not long into Zoro’s workout, he feels your eyes on him. He turns to meet your eyes, and the way you're hungrily watching him makes him flex his muscles a little harder. You watch him for a few minutes before softly calling his name.

“What is it?” he grunts, acting unbothered. You flash him a grin, holding a bottle of sun cream.

“I can't reach my back”, you pout, and He responds with an eyeroll. He walks over to your sun lounger and sits carefully on the edge. He takes the bottle from your hand and squeezes it.

“Turn over for me”, He instructs. Zoro squirts a generous amount of the cream on his hands. His large hands rub and trace everywhere they can over your back. Zoro uses sun cream as if it's lotion to massage you. As his hands work their magic on your tightly-wound back muscles, the cute noises falling from your lips make his cock twitch.

“Do you two mind not doing your awkward foreplay out here?” says Nami as she tries to ignore you and soak up the sun. “y'know I can't reach my back either”, her tone teasing, clearly mocking the two of you.

“What a shame”, Zoro deadpans. He presses a kiss to your shoulder blade and gets back to his workout.

“Damn, I guess back rubs are wifey exclusives,” says Nami sarcastically. Neither you nor Zoro respond, but the word ‘wife’ rings in his head for the rest of the afternoon. Zoro's not one for marriage, but he thinks you'd look beautiful in a wedding dress.

A few days later, You're on a new island and pass a jewellery shop. You stop to look at the jewellery in the window, and Zoro stands behind you, eyeing the ring display. Thoughts of slipping a beautiful gold ring on your finger and claiming you as his forever taunt him. You're pirates. You could never have a legally recognised wedding. He makes a note of the ring that had caught your eye and thinks to himself that he must be crazy. If you had told Zoro from a few years ago that he'd be contemplating buying a ring for you and ‘marrying’ you, he'd laugh in your face and call you an idiot.

Once your short adventure on the new island is wrapped up, he tells you to go on back to the ship as he needs to take a detour. He instructs Chopper to take care of you, and the tiny reindeer gives a dramatic salute and promises the swordsman to get you home in one piece.

Zoro arrives home about twenty minutes after you and heads straight to your room, where you're already waiting for him. He thinks about dropping to his knees and asking you to marry him the traditional way, but nothing you've ever done has been traditional. You're literally pirates, after all. His heart squeezes when he sees you waiting for him, and it's almost painful. It passes him off how soft he is for you. You've tamed a demon; all it takes is a pretty smile from you, and he's ready to give up his entire life for you.

When you jump up from your shared bed - Franky had installed a couples suite not long after you'd started dating - to greet him, Zoro immediately backs you to the edge of the bed. He connects his lips to yours. He pushes his tongue into your mouth as your hand slides into his hair. He lifts you so you wrap your legs around him, and then he sits on the edge of the bed so you can straddle him. His hands grip your ass and guide you over his hard cock. He groans at the pressure of you over his lap, and it seems you're getting impatient as you whine and rock your hips faster.

Zoro smiles into the messy kiss as he flips you so you're on your back, and he's hovering over you. Your legs are locked around his hips, keeping him pressed against you. He reaches to your lounge shorts and pulls them off with your assistance. He then moves to your top, groping your chest.

“Take this off for me, pretty girl”, he rasps, his voice making your pussy throb. You follow through with his request and remove your shirt alongside your bra. He leans down to kiss and lick over the skin of your chest. His thorough worship of your tits and lack of attention to your pussy have you growing desperate for him. He listens in amusement as you whine for him to touch you. Your voice is the prettiest thing he's ever heard. Your voice is as precious to him as the sound of a blade swinging through the air. His life was all swords, blood and guts until you showed up. Sometimes, he resents you and your determination because he's lost all credibility among the crew after being caught behaving softly with you. “Tell me what you want, baby. I'll give it to you, I promise.”

“I just want you”, You whimper, using your legs to push him against your soaked panties.

“you've already got me. I'm right here” You should have known he'd want a more specific answer from you.

“I want your cock, Zoro. Please” He's almost flat against you at this point, body pressing you down into the mattress.

“You'll get my cock, I promise. Just answer something for me first.” He asks, and you try to clear your thoughts as you nod. “You're mine, right? forever?”

You are. In every sense of the word, you are his. He's yours, too. He has been since you flashed your pretty smile at him. Suddenly, for the first time in his life, Zoro feels nervous. You nod, telling him that you'll always be his. He digs around in his pocket, and at first, you don't have time to process what he has in his hands because he kisses you aggressively. You feel cold metal press against your ring finger, and your eyes snap open, pushing Zpro back slightly to talk to him.

“Is that a ring?” you ask, and he sheepishly nods. You've never seen Zoro this shy as he attempts to explain himself.

“I know we can't get married. Being reputable pirates, no one would risk having a legal record of us in their registry. But I don't give a fuck about a ridiculous party or a piece of fucking paper. You don't have to consider this a marriage proposal. You can call it a promise ring or whatever the fuck you wanna call it. I just wanted something to symbolise that you're mine and no one else. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you” You're stunned into silence by his heartfelt words; he's never been this open and vulnerable with anyone. Part of him thinks you've broken him.

“Are you asking me to be your wife?” you ask, finally getting a look at the ring. Zoro nods, dropping his head to your neck. He reminds you it doesn't have to be a marriage thing. You're constantly out getting into fights and life-threatening situations, so he feels a tangible symbol of your relationship might help keep peace of mind. A small thing to ground you when the world around you gets too hectic. You pull Zoro's head from the crook of your neck so you can look him in the eyes. He's embarrassed about his secret sappiness, but he's secure in his feelings about you.

“I'd love that”, You breathe, leaning up to kiss him, and he's slipping the ring onto your finger within seconds. That's it. He's your husband now. When he's done exploring your mouth with his tongue, he moves his wet kisses down to your neck. He leaves a smattering of purple and red marks over your beautiful tits and traces his tongue down your body. During his descent down your body, he whispers. When he kisses your neck, he tells you that he's a lucky man to have someone like you. He tells you you're beautiful and intelligent as he kisses your tummy. When he kisses your thighs, he tells you how much he admires your strength.

His hand grips your underwear, and he tears it from your body. He adjusts so he's lying on his front between your legs. He leans down to lick at your pussy. His mouth feels so good. You try to lift your hips to grind into his mouth, but one of his large hands holds your hips down. He brings his other hand to your mouth and presses two fingers against your lips. You greedily accept his fingers into your mouth, getting them all nice and slick for him. He pulls his fingers from your lips and pushes them into your hole as he suctions his mouth onto your clit. The combination of his fingers and tongue makes you cum embarrassingly fast, and your legs squeeze his head as the pleasure takes over. Your husband stays in place, licking and fingering you through your high, prepping you for his huge cock. Zoro sits on his knees and admires you when your deep breaths begin to subside. His beautiful wife, laid out in the sheets, looking up at him with a dazed expression. You look satisfied, and that makes pride bloom in Zoro's chest. He removes his trousers to join you in your nakedness and taps the head of his fat cock against your sensitive clit.

“You ready for my cock, baby?” he asks, teasingly rubbing his cock between your folds.

“Please, Zoro” you whine. “Please fuck me.” He'd never say no to you, and as long as he's aboard this ship, no one else is going to either. He pushes his cock, now slick with your juices, into your hole. You both moan at the way your walls have to stretch to accommodate his size. He's no stranger to teasing you, but now that your warm wet cunt is wrapped around his cock, all he can think about is fucking you open. He starts with a brutal pace; he can't help it, your pussy is addicting. He's convinced you have him under some kind of spell.

“Perfect fucking pussy was made for me,” he punctuates each word with a harsh thrust. “This is mine. All mine,” he says.

You try to respond, but you're constantly interrupted by your own moans. Zoro has you whining and gripping the bedsheets beneath you. You feel how deep he is, and the way his hand presses onto your tummy over where his cock is inside you makes your legs tremble. You're close already, and you're rapidly approaching delirium. You're mindlessly babbling about how much you love him and how big his cock is. Zoro may be busy thoroughly fucking your sweet pussy, but he's still listening intently to every slurred word that leaves your mouth.

“I love you too, baby,” he says, responding to your shaky rambling. “You ready to cum for me? he asks with a hungry smile on his face. It always shocks you how Zoro went from someone who couldn't care less about sex to someone who can't go a day without seeing you cream on his cock. You're dangerously close, and Zoro can feel it, too. The way your pussy pulses around his cock. The perfect vice grip of your pussy has him just as desperate. He leans down so your foreheads are touching and rocks his hips harder. You hold on to his biceps as he drills into you, trying to pour all his feelings about you into every thrust.

Your orgasm starts small in your lower stomach, and the satisfying tingly feeling spreads outwards till your hands and feet are numb. You cum hard, gushing around his cock while the squeezing of your walls drags Zoro over the edge with you. He cums inside you, filling up with every last drop of cum. After one last heavy thrust from the large man, he slowly pulls out and lies next to you.

“Y/n,” he says, voice raspy from the moaning and exhaustion. You hum in response to show him you're listening. “if you want, in the next place we dock, we can look for a proper registry office”, he says.

“Yeah, because they're gonna see two pirates with high bounties and scary nicknames and let us in,” you say sarcastically, covering the fact that you really would like that.

“I'm sure we can find at least one,” he says. You hold up your left hand, showing off your ring.

“This is enough for me, though”, you muse, admiring the jewellery.

“Agreed” Zoro lifts his left hand, and a gold wedding band sits on his finger. You hadn't even noticed because you were so busy getting ravaged by him.

“I love you,” he says. He didn't care much for love until he met you. “You're mine, forever.”

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How does your future spouse flirt?

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I see them being a little toxic but in a good way like more so In a teasing manner. He would like to show off his muscles and pick you up ya know do pushups with you on his back🥴. I can see him being very romantic nothing too much when he kisses you it's really fast and deep. After the first kiss he's working fast to get you in bed I don't think it's that hard tho 🤣 you fall for this persons face they may have a cute little doll face or just be really pretty to you and that's what you like. They like buying you things bracelets and stuff may even get you a necklace with something very special to the both of you on it. They may spy on you? They call that flirting I guess 😜. They like taking you on plenty of dates , anywhere you say you want to go the next day he will surprise you and take you. You may complain about work and he would give you a massage to help you lose stress. They definitely like doing your hair if they do that. They could simply like to cuddle and watch a movie they just like spending time with you doing anything. Your person really likes physical touching so anytime you two are touching they are definitely flirting.

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He loves to worship you like anything you want you can have it 2 times. He loves spending large amounts of money on you even if it's dumb shit and you don't need it but simply because you can. I see you might be a little spoiled it's giving daddy's little girl 🫣. He loves to take you on far away trips I am seeing when Aladdin took Jasmine and showed her a whole new world 🌎. They also fix things for you like let's say the cabinet door fell off in 5min it's back up. Believe me this dude wasted no time trying to make you happy . Anything that makes you happy he will get you even if it seems impossible HE WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN honestly he's such a sweet guy🥹.

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Your future is very shyyyy 🫣 so I don't see a whole lot of like physical touching. I think you two are like dating online 😂 I see a lot of flirty text. I think you both are very shy and that's why I am barely getting any info 😅. Or they are a very closed off person in General. I do see them really wanting to hold hands tho and like other soft things. I can feel the blush all over my face literally flushed with fever 🥵. I think they find you too beautiful to even touch at times and just want to keep you safe and clean like a porcelain doll. He likes to keep you dolled up all like a princess you both may be into dressing like royalty. Roleplay?

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fake dating/christmas party/hurt/comfort ❄️ leon secret santa ❄️ gift for @mydarlingclaudia

MERRY CHRISTMAS MISS CLAUDIA i'm your secret santa! i've wanted to write og4 leon for this blog for a while and when i got you for secret santa i was like IT'S TIME lmao. i hope you enjoy and i hope you have the best christmas!

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summary: leon's in a bind. he thought he would have a love life by christmas, but the holidays have rolled around and he's still single. you'll pretend to be his date for just one night, right?

content: fake dating, real dating, coworkers, christmas parties, mistletoe, lots of late night conversations, lots of self-doubt, secret loser leon, technically post-re4. divider from @/strangergraphics

Over the past year, you've discovered that Leon's really good at pitching a fit when he doesn't want to do something - or, at least, when he thinks he doesn't want to do something. He'll bitch and moan about being tired, about how he just wants to stay in and have a 'chill date' with some old movie. No amount of assuring him that he would have fun once he got there would make him stop dragging his feet. That very night, you’d been waiting for him at the door with arms crossed, already decked out in your Christmas sweater, cheap reindeer antler headband affixed to your head.

Leon lets out a quiet puff of laughter when he slouches into the room, looking considerably less festive than you. He takes in your appearance - your tacky sweater, your headband, the way you pout and tap your foot impatiently. How, exactly, was he supposed to take this seriously?

“What, no one let you play any reindeer games?” Leon quips, taking his sweet time putting his shoes on.

You roll your eyes. When you finally manage to get him out the door, he has a blast. You know it, he knows it - this part is just mandatory torture, a bonding experience he loves to put you through.

"We go, we say hello, we leave." You assure him. “We don’t have to stay long.”

Leon might buy that at this moment, but you know the second you step through the door, you won't be leaving that Christmas party until the very end. Two hours in, you would be ready to go and Leon would be having the time of his life. You would be tugging at his sleeve, checking on him:

Ready to go? No, sorry, hun. Let me finish my beer and we can go. 

Like clockwork. You weren't even sure he knew that he did that.

The Christmas music on the radio doesn’t do much to assuage his mood. He’s pouting the whole drive over. As soon as he pulls up to the house, he repeats the same mantra:

"We get in, we say hello, we leave." His hand smacks against the steering wheel to emphasize each point in the plan. You already have your door open, swinging out the side and marching up the freshly shoveled sidewalk.

"The decorations are so cute," you coo, crouching down to examine a particularly adorable light up gingerbread house - and to give him time to catch up.

Leon guides you up from the ground with a hand hovering behind your back. He herds you further down the sidewalk, still eager to get this over with. By the end of the night, you would be the one begging him to leave, but for now, you let him grouchily jam the doorbell.

Warmth floods out to greet you when Claire opens the door, the scent of cider and cinnamon rushing up to usher you in. Claire coos over your outfit, clicking her tongue and shaking her head.

"I should have put more effort in," she says, the pom of her Santa hat bouncing against her cheek. She's otherwise under dressed for the occasion, choosing comfort over festivity.

"What? No. Look at this place. You did all the decorations. That's way more effort," you counter, toeing off your shoes and stripping off your heavy coat.

Claire laughs. "I made my brother do most of it."

"Good to see you, too, Claire," Leon says, bristling over being ignored. She waves her hand, half hello, half dismissing him, and guides you further into the house, pointing you to the refreshments and giving a quick tour of the decorations.

Wherever Leon slinks off to, you're unconcerned. You have catching up to do just as much as he does.

Claire pops her hip up against the drink table. You twist the cap off your beer. Claire fishes one up for herself and pops the lid off against the table in one fluid motion. You huff a quick laugh - her party, her rules.

"So," Claire starts, leaning back against her elbows and surveying the crowd. She tracks your eyes for a moment, watches you watching Leon across the room. "I’ve been wondering. How did you guys actually meet?"

"What?" You laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners. You take a drink, buy yourself some time to feel out Claire's intention.

"Well, obviously, the first story you told me was a crock of shit," she laughs.

You can't argue with that. The first time you had met Claire, you had been masquerading as Leon’s partner, sparing him the embarrassment of turning up to her Christmas party alone. You hadn’t exactly announced to his friends that your first time meeting them had been a lie.

"I didn't lie," you point out. "Not totally."

"A lie by omission is still a lie."

"We actually did meet at work."

Claire rolls her eyes. She won't put up with this for long. “I mean, I buy that. But he absolutely did not charm you over the comms on some classified mission.”

There’s no part of you that wants to argue in Leon’s defense. He was a nightmare to work with, knew just how to get under your skin, and you were more than happy to have Hunnigan continue to babysit him.

“If you really want to know…”

It was the Wednesday before Christmas Eve when Leon's coiffed head popped up above your cubicle. Never a good sign. Where he went, trouble (and acclaim) followed. You filled in for Hunnigan once when she was out with bronchitis, and now you can't get rid of her puppy. He keeps coming back, a particularly malignant tumor that metastasizes over the walls of your cubicle, spills onto your desk and messes with your letter trays.

“You busy?” His arm slings over the top, hand drumming against the wall of your cubicle.

Stay strong, you think. Try not to move. Play dead. Maybe he'll get bored and move on. You try to type faster and only wind up jamming the keys down harder. Leon drums his hand quicker, rhythm irregular.

“What does it look like?” You bite out.

Mission failed. You weren't trained to resist torture like he was. In fact, you specialized in answering stupid questions and pointing out the obvious. It was a key component of your job.

Leon’s job, apparently, entailed blatantly ignoring hints. He swings into your cubicle, brushes aside a stack of documents to sit on your desk. His forearms balance on his thighs, hands held together between his knees. 

“I need a favor.”

It just gets worse. What kind of favor could Special Agent Kennedy possibly want from you, and why did you have a feeling that it was going to be off the books?

"If I'm doing favors, I'm staying clocked in," you drone.

"Not possible for this one," he shrugs. "Sorry. I'll make it up to you."

You roll your eyes. Silence stretches between the two of you, filled only with the intermittent clicks of your mouse as you try to track down the most up to date geospatial information for your assigned agent - you know, the one you're actually supposed to be dealing with. 

Leon's both annoying and persistent. He shakes his fringe from his face, stretches out 'so...' into an elongated, cowish sound that sets your teeth on edge. You roll your hand, gesturing for him to continue.

"I need a date," he blurts out. He's smart enough to continue speaking quickly, hand already raised - palm outward, begging for peace. "Not a real date. Just for a couple of hours, for a party. We go, we say hello, we leave."

A beat. You give him time to throw in a ‘just kidding’. God knows you aren’t throwing him a life preserver. When he twiddles his thumbs, content to sink instead of bail himself out, you scoff. You don’t even look up from your computer. 

"That is, by far, your worst line."

"I’m serious. Please. Just a couple of hours. That's all I'm asking. You don’t have to talk to me ever again."

Your eyes cut over to him. Not a single smug smirk in sight. You're almost surprised by the pleading hiding behind his eyes. You take it all in, try to assess him for any hint of deceit. You only find the bags under his eyes, darker than you'd seen before.

“Go alone,” you shrug.

“I can’t. I’ve been –” Leon stops. He sits up tall, peers over the top of your cubicle to see who’s around. Meerkat is a good look on him, his nose sharp in profile, brow furrowed and focused. You avert your eyes back to your computer. He lowers his voice, his eyes still flitting around for eavesdroppers. “I’ve… exaggerated the truth about my love life to a few friends. I promised I would introduce them to someone at this party.”

You note the desperation, try to stay impartial. You're good at that part, too. Trained for it. He’s in a bind of his own making. Some humility would do him good. You’d be doing him a favor by making him own up to his lie.

Your gut flips when you consider his proposal. What was this, high school? Why could he possibly need a fake date? It was so immature, you almost couldn't believe it.

Another thought burns at the back of your mind, keeps you wary. You can't help but feel used. What, he was fine pretending to take you out but couldn't conceive of actually asking you to go to his stupid party? It had to be fake, a preservation of his ego. You weren't even a part of this equation.

You should say no. You should leave him high and dry, make him look like an idiot in front of his friends - because that's what he is. An idiot. An idiot who can't get an actual date to save his life.

"Match my salary, then we'll talk."

Leon groans, head flopping back against your cabinets. He’s considering it, you can tell.

What’s the harm in it, you wonder, casting him a sidelong glance. It would be nice to have something to do on Christmas Eve.

"You owe me for this. You're gonna pick me up."

Leon's eyes light up. He hops off your desk, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. You hold up a finger to stop him before he can talk himself out of this.

"And you're gonna buy me dinner."

"There's food at the party."

"Good food?"

"If you don't like it, I'll get you something on the way home."

That's more like it. You spin back to face your computer, pulling your report back up.

"Deal. What's the dress code?"

Leon's silence speaks volumes. He's completely helpless when it comes to the details. You had figured someone with his looks had a social life that was bursting at the seams, that he was taking the fat field agent paycheck and he was hopping from party to party.

It's at his friend's house, he explains. You note the hesitation before he says 'friend'. Maybe it is all a front. Kennedy can't really go home to an empty apartment and a silent phone, can he? Everyone made him sound like such a big shot. You didn't expect the snapshots of your lives to be matching photographs, a wide shot when you held them next to each other. You try to picture his living room and all you can envision is a beige box.

You wring what little information he has out of him with a series of direct, probing questions. You're both comfortable in this routine. The quick, perfunct back and forth, an exchange not unlike one you might have over comms. He scribbles his number onto a sticky note and slides it over to you. You’ll work out the details of your story later, make it bulletproof.

The idea has been ghosting around the crevices of your mind for the entire day. You force yourself to wait a little longer before calling him, give him time to get home and get settled in. Trying to do the same is fruitless. Your appetite has mysteriously vanished, your Wednesday night show not catching your attention. You choke down half a bowl of cereal before you drum up the courage to call him.

"So, how did we meet?" You start, skipping past hello.

"Work."

"Going with the truth on that one?" You toss a piece of popcorn into your mouth, eyes fixed on your show.

"Helps to sprinkle the truth in with the lie, right?"

You can practically hear the grin on his face. You roll your eyes and bite back a sharp response. No need spoiling the mood immediately. You already agreed to do this. You won't make it harder than it needs to be.

"When did you ask me out?"

“Does that seriously matter?”

Of course it matters. Leon’s completely useless at this kind of thing, it turns out. You had expected more. He seemed the type to have experience. Maybe your own naivety had caught up to you. His confidence had you fully convinced that this would be a cake walk.

Was this seriously the guy who had single-handedly rescued the president’s daughter a few months back? Because he was floundering when you asked him if he had met your parents yet.

“Do you want me to meet them?”

“Oh my god,” you laugh, “No. They would eat you alive.”

That one stays in the story. It’s too believable not to. You bet Leon makes a real fool of himself in front of parents.

That’s where you went wrong. As soon as you started to rationalize what a relationship with him might look like, to add that touch of realism that would sell this story, you were fucked. He indulges all your questions and your musings.

Thursday night, you call him to ask what shows you watch together. He doesn’t see the point, doesn’t get that TV is such an important, ritualistic component of a relationship - or,  at least, one that you want. He lets you pick, snorting in surprise when you name a dating show on VH1. You assign him homework. Watch the newest episode the Sunday before the party, and you’d fill him in on the details on the ride to the party.

Friday, you ask him what pet names he wants to use. He flounders again, acting dismissive in a way that you’ve now identified as embarrassment. You bite back the urge to tease him and offer up some suggestions instead.

“‘Babe’ is fine, I guess,” he says, “but I’m probably just going to call  you by your name.”

When you hang up that night, you wonder if he meant it. Babe fits your perception of him from a week ago, but now you aren’t so sure. You turn the question over and over in your head for the next day, trying out different names in his voice. Something simple and classic, maybe. ‘Honey’, or ‘sweetie’.

The question is still turning in your mind when he calls you on Saturday. You don’t have a chance to get your question out. He blindsides you with his own.

“Have we said ‘I love you’ yet?”

Your mind races to catch up. Had he? No way. He mumbled when he got off the phone sometime, but there was no way that was an ‘I love you’. There was no way. It hadn’t even been a full week yet.

Then it clicks for you. Right. This is fake, all of it. Every phone call was for his benefit. You had initiated all of this. You should be happy that he’s finally contributing to the planning. You feel sick to your stomach instead.

“I don’t care,” you say, entirely nonchalant, none of it forced. The silence hangs over the line. You pray for Leon to let it go, to give you the grace that you haven’t given him.

He’s smooth with it - doesn’t point out the strain in your voice, blames it on a bad connection. For once, he takes the reins. No ‘I love you’ yet. He’s working up the courage, he says, and your heart clenches, breath catches, head spins.

You make an excuse to leave early. He reminds you to tune in for your show tomorrow. You hang up without saying goodbye.

He picks you up just like he promised. As much as you’d wanted to wear the silly, light-up Christmas sweater at the back of your closet, you couldn’t. You couldn’t show up as his date looking like that. No one would buy it. You already look out of place on his arm.

You’d expected the car ride to be awkward. The last time you’d seen him in person had been when you struck this whole deal. Instead of rehashing your story, though, Leon asks you question after question about the dating show you told him to watch.

To your surprise, he’d actually watched it. You go over the contestants, the washed up rock star they were all attempting to date, even recap the most notable drama. He’s hooked. The veneer of disinterest he tries to keep up is so thin it’s see through. You almost want to tell him to turn the car around so you can catch the reruns instead of suffering through this party.

You don't know what kind of party you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. Every corner of the place was saturated in Christmas, inside and out. Garlands of popcorn and dried orange slices, a tree decorated so heavily with strands of lights and garish ornaments that it's branches sagged. The warm lights bathed everything in a smooth glow. The chill that had stung your face on the walk in melted away, leaving only the pulsing afterburn across your cheeks.

Plenty of people had already arrived - thank god. If you'd had to make awkward small talk with the host until people arrived to take the heat off of you, you might have just said fuck it and marched back to the car. You keep a firm grip on Leon's arm, eyes flitting across each and every face. You didn't recognize a single one of these people.

That's precisely why Leon chose you. It makes your stomach lurch to think about. You're convenient. A face to put to a title, to apply to the vague stories that Leon has fabricated. Anyone could be on his arm right now, and it wouldn't make a difference. No one would know.

You stay glued to his side for the first hour. It works well enough, a handful of people overjoyed to meet you after all the stories that Leon’s told. You do your best to keep the sparkle in your eye, to look at him like he makes the sun shine. It’s hard when it feels like the floor could open up and swallow you at any given moment, when each affectionate touch is just a tool.

You excuse yourself for a drink. That will help your nerves. It can’t make them any worse, that’s for sure. You have a clear window, the drink table empty. In and out, then back to Leon’s side.

Fishing up a beer from the ice chest, you scavenge around for a bottle opener. Christ - all these preparations and no bottle opener? You’re tunnel-visioned into your search, don’t even notice the woman joining you at the table

“Want some help with that?” A redhead chirps, sidling up to you. She holds her hand out for your drink.

What’s the harm? You pass it over with a ‘thanks’ that quickly turns to a sharp inhale. She pops the lid off the beer with the edge of the table, tears a jagged crescent through the plastic tablecloth - cut one of Santa’s reindeer clean in two.

“My party, my rules,” she laughs. “I’m Claire. You’re with Leon, right?”

Your stomach drops. You can practically peer down at yourself, your soul leaving your body for a brief moment. Shit– Leon had warned you about her. Said she wasn't malicious, per se, but she could sniff out bullshit quicker than most. You run the facts back in your mind. If you could get past her, you'd be golden.

Claire's finger bounces between you and Leon. She leans her hip against the table, folds her arms across her chest.

“I don't get that at all,” she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a flick of her head. “What's the story?”

Holy shit, that was quicker than you expected. Stay cool. Remember your lines.

“We actually met at work,” you start. Easy enough. It’s not even a lie. You unravel the rest of the details for her one by one, plodding through the steps of your imagined romance with deliberate care.

Claire’s eyes stayed fixed on you. She smiles and laughs where appropriate, but she tracks you with the cold eyes of a wolf on the hunt. A chill pulses down your spine. Is it really so hard to believe that you’re with Leon? Do you look so out of place?

“Good for him,” she finally says. She takes a long drink, still watching you.

“He’s great.”

“He’s okay.”

Maybe she meant it as a joke, but you have to force your laugh out from around the lump in your throat. Did she buy it? You can’t tell. She claps you on the shoulder, harder than you expected.

“It was really great to meet you,” Claire says. She slips back into the crowd with a smile, flowing naturally into a group of guests. Your eyes linger on her, but she doesn’t look back. She doesn’t slip into hushed whispers, no one turns to stare in your direction.

You wind back through the crowd, glue yourself back to Leon’s side. He lifts his arm instinctively, curls it around your hip like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He doesn’t even pause his conversation.

How is this the same clueless man that you had spent half a week planning out every minute detail of your imagined relationship? How can he be so relaxed and in control now?

That’s the difference between the two of you, you realize. There was planning, and there was doing. Clearly, Leon could see his commitments through. You were botching this. Everyone knew you were a fake. They had to.

“You okay?” Leon asks, head inclined closer to your ear. You swallow thickly, force a smile.

“Are you about ready to go?” You ask, keeping your voice low.

He’s not - you can tell - but he tosses his snack plate in the trash and says a round of goodbyes anyway, urging you out the door.

The car is silent. Leon flips through radio stations, never staying on one for long. Christmas music, rock ballad, regular ballad, Christmas music again - repeat. He fidgets with the vents, turns the heat up, then down, one degree at a time.

"Seriously, you good?" he asks.You keep your face turned to the window, watching the decorations roll by.

Leon glances at you - or that's what he thinks, at least. His eyes linger for too long. He corrects his course sharply, swerving away from the curb at the last possible moment.

"Yeah. Fine."

Neither of you believe that. You’ve spent the whole night lying - he knows what it looks like, and he lets you get away with it.

Leon turns the music up a tick. You spend the rest of the drive in silence. He pulls up in front of your place and cuts the engine, and that has to be the record for world’s most awkward drive.

Bundling your things in your arms, you hurry out of his car with a quick ‘thanks for inviting me’ that feels misplaced given the circumstances - but what the hell else were you going to say? You needed to sleep this whole thing off.

"Hey."

You stop in your tracks. You're almost positive you've left a drag tail in the snow, stopped so fast you nearly slipped on the sidewalk. Leon's window is rolled down, his body nearly halfway out of it.

"I appreciate what you did for me tonight," he says.

Your heart deflates, a balloon released in your chest, bouncing off your ribs and drumming against your lungs before it floats pitifully to a rest in the pit of your stomach.

"No problem," you say, shoulders back, head held high. "To be honest, I didn't think anyone would buy it."

His head tips to the side. His eyes narrow, studying you, trying to figure out your meaning.

"Why? You did great."

"I don't know. I didn't think we would look like a very believable couple."

He sticks his head back into his car, fumbles with his seatbelt overlong, and finally pops the door open. His feet find traction on the icy sidewalk much easier than yours. You chalk it up to his boots, his training, anything to keep your mind on the little details instead of the big picture.

“I thought it was pretty believable.”

Don’t read into it, you tell yourself again and again. It’s just going to hurt if you try to interpret greater meaning from that.

“Yeah? Glad I could help.” You hook your thumb over your shoulder, fishing clumsily for your keys. “Guess I’ll see you at work, then.”

Leon’s eyes cut back to your door. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, balanced perfectly on the ice. For a moment, you think you see his hand twitch towards yours. You linger, waiting for the touch of his hand around your wrist, willing the warmth that you imagine to be real.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets and nods.

“Yeah. See you.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Claire interjects. “He didn’t even ask you out that night? He walked you to the door and bailed?”

You shake your head. “I asked him out like a week later. We were working late on New Years. He said he knew a great spot for coffee if I wanted to go on break. I said we could only go on our day off.”

Her eyes sharpen, casting her hunt out into the crowd of party-goers. You find Leon first - hunched over a snack platter across the room, contributing minimally to conversation with some people from Claire’s work. Claire, experienced hunter that she is, tracks your sight to find her quarry.

“He is so stupid. So dumb. Look at you,” she declares, waving you up and down - presenting you. “He made you ask? Ooh, I’m gonna – Leon!”

Leon’s head pops up from the cheese tray - meerkat chic, swiveling in the direction of the woman on the hunt. Claire points to the ground in front of her sharply, doesn’t even have to bark out ‘c’mere’ before his training kicks in and he’s marching himself over.

“What’s up?” He pops a palmful of cashews into his mouth, then slides the same hand against the small of your back.

His casual attitude earns him no favors. Claire thwacks his shoulder, berates him for making you ask first. He shrinks away - play dead. You taught him that one.

“You ready to go?” You ask once Claire’s done ragdolling him and marches off to tell the others how spineless Leon is.

Leon surveys the party - that’s what you think he’s doing, at least. His gaze is focused higher, examining the doorways carefully. His eyes sharpen, lock on their target. He nods, his thumb rubbing gentle arcs against your back.

“Yeah. Let’s head out. Wait for me in the hall, okay? I’ll get our stuff.”

You follow his directions thoughtlessly, planting yourself in the hallway he had pointed to. Leon flits about, saying goodbyes as he weaves through the crowd. Your coat is slung over his arm when he winds his way back to you.

Before you can protest, tell him he forgot your bag and your scarf, he smacks a hand dramatically against his forehead. He holds up a finger - hang on, here, take this, I’ll be right back – kisses your forehead, and floats back into the crowd.

He comes out only holding your scarf. You huff. Leon’s not a forgetful man. This is clearly on purpose, for his own entertainment. He loops your scarf around your necks for you, settling it into place and tying a clumsy knot.

“Your bag. I forgot, I’m sorry.” He kisses your cheek as he turns.

There was a twinkle in his eye when he turned. You’d caught it. It wasn’t just the shine of the lights. He was up to something. You scan your surroundings, look for cameras hidden, for guests watching a little too intently. Nothing immediately jumps out at you. You glance up - and there’s the culprit. A little branch bound with twine, berries dotting the little branches, suspended over the doorway.

Schooling your face back into mild annoyance, you go so far as to tap your foot. If he wants to put on a show, so will you.

“Here you go,” he says, handing over your bag. You wait for his next move. No way this was the end of his plan - and you’re right. As soon as your bag is slung over your shoulder, he’s patting himself down. Front left, front right, back pockets at the same time, chest at the same time. “Shit. My keys. One second–”

You kiss his cheek before he can strike first.

“On the key rack,” you point out, hooking your thumb over your shoulder. “It’s bad karma to abuse the mistletoe, you know.”

Leon huffs. He spares the mistletoe above your heads a glance.

“You made that up.”

Absolutely, you did. He crosses through the doorway and snags his keys. Before you can head out the door, he dangles them over his head. You roll your eyes and kiss him square on the lips before he can justify his poor man’s mistletoe.

You’ll risk bad karma for a kiss.

[luvrdrop]

#“ SPOIL HER “ !!

ft. chifuyu matsuno x afab reader!

synop: you and your boyfriend went out shopping and he was mesmerized by not only the skirt you had on, but the skimpy clothes you were picking.

cont: public sex ( in a sex store bathroom ), fingering ( f receving! ), sucking dick while driving loll, petnames sweetie, sweetheart, pretty, baby!, unprotected sex!

“ you ready yet, princess? “ chifuyu called out after turning the kitchen light off before you popped out from down the hallway, purse and phone in hand. chifuyu found himself looking you up and down, at the outfit you had chosen. a cute little crop top, with a very short skirt. he wasn’t going to scold you or tell you to change, chifuyu wasn’t that type of boyfriend.

he enjoyed seeing you all happy to dress up in your little outfits and twirling around in the mirror when you found something you liked. he could never break your little heart by telling you to change. after you both loaded in the car, he drove you to the mall. where you would be spending most of your day.

chifuyu held your bags as you went from store to store, picking out shoes, bags, clothes, anything cute you laid your pretty little eyes on. he never cared about a price, no amount of money spent could compare to the sweet smile plastered over your face when you got what you wanted, you were just too cute. and quite honestly, you gave him a run for his money without even realized. even when you tried to decline his offers of buy the things you may have shown liking to, he was always a step ahead, already placing it in the cart or adding it to his digital cart ready to check it out.

he had no will in his heart to tell you no.

after a couple of hours of shopping, you landed in a sex store. you were looking around at the lingerie and cute little toys they had. you bent down in front of chifuyu to look at something and he almost lost it. the way your ass looked, poked up in the air like that had him going insane. and you kept doing it, as if it was on purpose. so when you found yourself in the bathroom, pressed up against the wall with your boyfriend’s tongue all over your neck, you weren’t surprised.

you were panting, as he licked and sucked leaving dark marks all over your chest and neck, your thighs clenching together. “ f-fuyu.. please.. “ you whimpered out for him to touch you more, anywhere. “ mmm? “ he asked while he lapped at the fat dark mark left on your skin. “ what you want baby? “ he asked, looking up at you with a shit eating grin. “ fuyu.. it’s-.. drippin out.. “ you stammered, feeling a bit of your arousal leaking down your trembling thigh. “ would’ya look at that.. “ you looked down and seen that your boyfriend was almost on his knees, peeping under your skirt.

he smirked at the sight of your throbbing cunt, dripping with slick. “ you didn’t put any panties on.. you forgot baby? “ he asked sweetly, running his finger up your thigh to catch the dripping wetness, before rubbing that same finger up and down your clit. “ hngh- fuyu! “ you cried out, reaching down to grab at his arm. “ ah ah, stop. don’t touch me, sweet girl. “ he demanded. you whined out at the command. “ s’ okay, pretty. i’ll help you.. spread em. “ he pulled your legs apart a bit as you leaned on the bathroom sink, you felt him push you back further, so you held onto the side of the sink, placing your weight on it and lifting your thighs, “ baby.. you look so pretty like this.. “ he said as he placed two fingers into your sopping hole, his eyes were locked to yours. as you felt his digits enter you, you gasped. this caused him to rub his thumb on your clit to soothe you.

“ s’ okay, baby. “ he cooed, his eyes were now amusingly watching how your pussy sucked in his fingers, drenching almost his whole entire hand. your head threw back in pleasure as he finger fucked you into oblivion. you gripped onto the cold sink, your rings clinking against it as you squeezed on it, chifuyu sped up his finger movements, you were getting close already.

you felt a hand clasp around the back of your head pulling you upwards just enough to look straight forward, you were met with your boyfriend’s pretty eyes. “ you’re so cute, baby.. “ he said, his voice low and sensual. you felt like you were going to lose your mind. “ you can’t cum.. not yet, sweetheart. “ he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you to whine from the feeling of him pulling away from you. he helped you down on your two shaky knees, heading to pay for your items as you walked behind him like a lost puppy in heat.

the car ride started with him teasing you while he drove, every red light he’d pull you to kiss him pushing his tongue down your throat while you sucked on it, your pussy was dripping all over the leather seats of his car. you were aching to feel him, you found yourself leaving over the arm rest and pulling down on the zipper of his pants. “ baby.. you’re such a good girl. gonna make me feel good? “ you nodded to his question while you pulled his cock out of his pants. he was hard, you started by letting a big wet glob of your spit land onto his tip as you stroked it with your hand. you felt him tense up at the feeling, you then placed your lips onto the tip of his dick, before pushing down until he reached the hilt of your throat. you moved up and down, reaching your hand down to cup his balls, massaging them. “ ah- fuck, baby. you’re so so good to me.. “ he moaned to you as this left hand found it’s way to your head, he didn’t push you, he just rested his hand there. you went faster wanting him to bust all over your face and down your throat but sadly, your wishes were denied when you felt him pull up into the drive way.

he pulled his pants up and placed a quick kiss on your lips. “ cmon, sweetie. “ he got out before quickly heading to your side to help you out of the car. he lifted you and held you, making his way into the house with you in his arms. he locked the door behind the both if you before leading you to the bedroom and laying you flat on the bed. “ chifuyu.. i want you.. “ you whined out reaching out for him. he tilted his head, “ oh yeah? want me to fuck you silly, baby? “ you nodded frantically. he tucked his fingers under the waistband of the mini skirt you had on, pulling it down and placing it somewhere on the floor, he also lifted the crop top you wore and unclasped your bra, leaving you completely naked.

he leaned down, wrapping his pink lips around your sore, perky nipples. you moaned at the feeling as he lapped at your breasts, meanwhile he was pulling down the pants he had on all day, freeing his cock to bounce up against your thigh. he lifted up with a few strands of his hair stuck on his forehead from him sweating. “ you ready, baby? “ he asked as you felt his tip lining up with your hole. you nodded again and he shook his head. “ no baby, tell me. “ he rested his elbow on the side of your head, caging you. “ yes.. please. “ you pleased, wanting to feel him deep inside you, and he pushed until he was buried inside you til the hilt. your eyes were already rolling towards the back of your head at the stretch he gave you like always. it was something that you still haven’t gotten used to.

this lasted for what seemed to be hours as he relentlessly pounded into you. you could hear it, the squelching sound of your sex’s colliding together. “ so pretty.. “ he whispered to you, his hand creeping up to land around your throat slightly pushing. his abdomen lay flat against your pelvis while he pushed you into the soaked sheets and mattress. “ oh my god… fuck.. “ you moaned out grabbing onto him as you did anytime you were close, anytime you felt that knot of burning pleasure building into your stomach.

“ you’re close, baby? “ he asked as you felt his thumb slid up to your lip, parting your two lips and resting flat on your tongue while you sucked on the digit, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and placed it onto your almost numb clit as he bullied his cock into you, you nodded to his question. he circled his thumb fast over your nub, making your orgasm squirt out of you like a waterfall. you let out a loud cry at the pleasure spreading all over your body. “ shit baby… you gonna let me come inside? “ he asked and you whined pushing your hips up into his thrusts as he pushed his seed into your womb, feeling the hot semen settle into you.

chifuyu cleaned you up afterwards and snuggled you up in the sheets before grabbing your favorite snacks and turning on a show he knew you liked but when he got back you were asleep, so he placed the drinks in the mini fridge and put the snacks on the night stand before getting in bed, cuddling up to you.

“ i love you sweetheart, goodnight. “ as he kissed your forehead.

a/n: WAAAAA OMG this was so hard to write because my work kept getting deleted after i wrote it :(( i need to figure out what’s best to write on!! this is shorter than i expected but i hope that it’s good for now!! happy fourth of july & i have a few asks now that i have this out of the way i can work on those!! thank you all so much for the support and love!!

©️luvrdrop <3 reblogs are appreciated!!

( not proofread! )

[rafeandonlyrafe]

virginity

words: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, virgin!reader and virgin!rafe, kind of bullying at the beginning, very cute and fluffy rafe, reader is implied to be a kook, first date, female receiving oral, fingering, p in v sex, protected (for once! yay) sex

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“oh my god, bridgette, you'll never guess who asked me out!” you squeal, flopping onto her bed.

“ooh, umm… kelce?” she guesses, but you just shake your head no, the smile on your face growing.

“rafe!” 

bridgette sits up instantly. “rafe as in rafe cameron?” you can tell by the look on her face that she's skeptical.

“the one and only.” you nod.

“but um… he doesn't date?” she says, genuine confusion in her voice.

“i thought you said he was basically a rich frat boy?” you sit up, now thinking over the interaction, but there's no way to confuse “will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?” as anything other than asking on a date.

“well, yeah, he parties and stuff but he doesn't… date. he's never had a girlfriend.”

“well, ive never really had a boyfriend.” you shrug. “and don't say jonathan because he does not count.”

“yeah, but you have an excuse, y/n. your parents moved you all over the country, you didn't have time to date until your parents settled here a few months ago.” bridgette counters, and she does have a point. you've never been in one place long enough to form a true relationship. “i think rafe just doesn't date because he doesn't like any girls enough.”

you frown, thinking over her words. “well i guess that means he likes me enough to ask.” you say quietly.

bridgette shrugs. “good for you. he better take you somewhere expensive, boy has MONEY!” she says, causing you both to erupt into laughter. “oh…” bridgette suddenly quiets. “i wouldn't tell evelyn. she has the biggest crush on him, she'd get so jealous if she knew you asked him out.”

-- the next day --

“hey dad…” you say in a sweet voice, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

“oh god, y/n, what do you want?”

“can i borrow your credit card?” you ask with a whine.

“y/n, you are an adult! you can’t keep borrowing my credit card! what do you need anyways?” “a new outfit… for a date tonight.” you whisper the last part, but your dads eyes still bulge open.

“a what?” “come on dad, all my outfits are so revealing, don’t you want me to buy something more covered up? or should i wear that pink skirt mom got me-” “no!” your dad cuts you out, fishing his wallet out of his pocket, slapping the credit card into your hand. “something that doesn’t show too much skin, y/n.” he warns, and you nod and run out to your car before he can lecture you or ask you any more questions about the date.

--

you look through the rack of dresses, trying to find one that you like and would feel comfortable in tonight with rafe. you don't want to give him the wrong idea by showing up wearing a dress that's more suited for a club or party.

you have some hangers already in your hand of dresses to try on when you hear a shout of your name. you look up to see evelyn and her two best friends following her. 

when you moved to the outer banks, you quickly assimilated into the social scene and learned that evelyn was the queen bitch, super wealthy, but not at all likable, with an insane amount of possessiveness over rafe, despite him never even showing interest in her. evelyns first words to you were to stay away from him, but you won't let her intimidate you away from this date.

“what are you shopping for?” evelyn asks, her lips smeared in a bright red shade of lipstick that contrasts her light hair.

“a date tonight.” you reply, keeping your eyes mostly on the clothes, trying to convey that you're not interested in whatever show of dominance she's attempting.

“i heard about that. how did you scam rafe into taking you somewhere?” she asks, her friends snickering behind her.

“he asked me, actually.” you hum, keeping your body language disinterested, despite feeling your heart start to beat faster. “I guess he likes me.”

“that's real funny, y/n.” evelyn says, placing her hand on the rack to stop you from looking. “because rafe is mine.”

“should i call him right now?” you look her in the eye, your temper reading on your face. “should I have him tell you what you already know? that he's not interested?”

“you are such a bitch!” evelyn yells, and the storekeeper finally becomes aware of the situation, heading out from behind the counter and towards you. “i will ruin you for stealing him.” evelyn states before turning and stomping out of the store, her entourage falling in step behind her.

“miss, are you okay?” the shopkeeper asks.

you hum and nod, knowing that whatever they plan on doing won't work, evelyn may have popularity because of her money, but everyone knows not to trust a word out of her mouth. “can i get a dressing room to try these on actually?” you ask, picking up a dress that you think would be perfect for tonight.

--

the doorbell rings and you give your father a glare, already having warned him to stay in the living room and let you answer the door. the last thing you need is your father scaring rafe before your date has even begun.

you open the door, letting out a breath of relief when rafe is also dressed up. you realized while buying the dress that you didn't actually know where you were going for dinner, you just assumed it would be on the fancier side.

“wow.” rafe let's out a gasp, “you look beautiful.”

you blush, smoothing out the front of your dress, giving you an excuse to break eye contact and look down at yourself. “you look really handsome too.”

“let me help you down the stairs.” rafe extends his hand, and you subtly wipe your palm against your dress before placing it in his, accepting his help out the front door as these are new heels (you couldn't resist when your dad gave you his card).

rafe keeps your hands locked together as he leads you towards his truck, of course opening the door for you and helping you in.

you smile at rafe as he gets into the driver's seat. “im excited.” you tell him honestly.

“me too.” rafe grins, keeping his eyes on the road as he takes off but reaching over your tangle your fingers together again. “im nervous too though.”

“rafe cameron did not just admit he is nervous.” you gasp, making rafes smile grow as he shakes his head.

“i really like you.” he explains further, making you smile and lift his hand to your face, pressing your lips to it in a kiss. 

--

“how's your food?” rafe asks, taking a bite of his own. you ordered salad, too nervous to eat anything else in front of rafe. since he admitted how he felt about the date, it felt all the more real.

“it’s really good!” you say. “thanks for taking me.”

rafe smiles at you, his eyes containing a warmth you haven’t seen before. “so, where did you live before moving to the outer banks?”

you had told rafe before that you moved around a lot, but never got into the specifics, so you spend most of the dinner telling him all the states that you’ve lived in and responding to his questions while asking some of your own.

rafe accepts the check and pays for you without question, brushing off your thanks before leading you out of the restaurant, his hand firmly placed on your back.

“do i need to get you home by any time?” rafe asks when you get back in the car.

“no.” you shake your head. “i don’t want to go home yet either.”

rafe smiles at you, reaching over to place his hand on your thigh as he drives towards his house. you hum softly to the music, glad for the short drive before you’re walking into tanneyhill. rafe informs you that everyone else is gone, so it’s just you two.

“should we watch a movie?” rafe asks, gesturing towards the couch in the living room.

“sure! you pick though.” you say, not wanting to have to make the choice. rafe sits down on the couch and picks up the remote, navigating to some comedy you haven’t seen before. you sit down next to him, close enough for your thighs to be touching.

rafe wraps his arm around your shoulder, letting you get comfortable against his side.

the movie is decently funny, but you’re far more focus on being tucked up against rafe. at a funny scene, rafe lets his laughter loose, and you can’t help but turn and look to him, watching his face light up.

rafe notices you watching him and his laughter softens into a smile. “can i kiss you?” he asks.

you nod, turning to face him as rafe places a hand on your cheek, bringing your mouths together in a kiss that quickly turns more passionate as you deepen it. you shift again so that you straddle rafes lap, placing your hands on his shoulders as you continue to kiss, your dress pooling on his lap.

“y/n-” rafe gasps when he pulls away, realizing both of you went a little overboard when your lips first touched.

“i have to tell you something rafe.” you say, realizing the compromising position you’re in and not wanting to give him the wrong idea.

“what is it baby?” rafe questions, his hands falling to rest on your hips.

“i’m… i’m a virgin.” you admit.

rafe lets out a sigh, like he’s relieved, which causes your brows to scrunch together in confusion. “i never thought i’d say this to you but i am too.”

“what?” you question. “i thought you were known for partying and flirting and stuff!” “yeah, i used to flirt a lot but i was never serious enough with anyone to sleep with them… not until you.” “oh my god.” you coo, leaning forward to press your lips together again. rafe wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your chests closer together.

“i would lose it with you, baby. if you want.” rafe says.

“i-yes. i want that.” you nod.

“tonight? now? only if you’re sure.” rafe says. “i know we’ve only gone on one date, but it feels… right.”

“i agree.” you nod. “i’m not saying we are going to be together forever based off one date but i want to lose it with you. together.” 

“let me take you upstairs then.” rafe stands effortlessly, with you clinging to his front as his arms hold you steady. you press soft kisses to his neck as he carries you, feeling equal parts nervous and excited for what is about to happen.

rafe sets you down on the end of his bed before stepping back, admiring you in his bedroom, especially knowing what you are about to do together.

“can i take your dress off?” rafe asks, and you nod, letting him come up and grab the bottom of your dress. you lift your hips so he can pull it up and over your head, and you let out a silent thanks to god that you wore matching underwear.

“you’re so gorgeous.” rafe says, looking down at you with glossed over eyes. you can tell from the tightness of his pants that he’s not unaffected by seeing you like this.

“sit down, let me take your shirt off.” you tell rafe, grabbing his hand so he sits next to you on the bed. you tug his shirt off, admiring his muscles as you run your hands over them. rafes hands stay on his knees, waiting for permission to touch you now that you’re scantily dressed.

“do you… do you want to take your pants off?” you ask, glancing down at his crotch. “it seems painful.” you giggle.

“yeah, the zipper hurts.” rafe admits, unzipping his pants and pulling them down his legs so he’s in just his underwear, his cock straining against the fabric, a small patch of wetness already growing.

“do you wanna lay down? i want to kiss you some more.” rafe asks.

you nod, moving up the bed until you can rest your head against the pillows. rafe crawls over your body, his eyes mesmerizing every inch of bare skin until he can press his lips against yours, the kiss is passionate but slow and deliberate, building up gradually until you’re moaning against rafes lips.

you reach behind your back, unclipping your bra before taking it off, flinging it somewhere in the room to be picked up later. rafe gives you a final kiss before looking down at your bare chest.

“oh fuck.” he groans, reaching with one hand to grip the underside of your breast, holding it in his palm as he slides down, his mouth falling open onto your nipple. you let out a moan as rafe explores your chest and what makes you moan the loudest.

he plays with your nipple with his tongue, then teases around it before ultimately sucking it into his mouth before switching and repeating on the other side.

“is that good?” rafe asks, and you give an enthusiastic nod. “really good.” “should i…” rafe looks down at your underwear, and you give another nod.

“you’re going to have to um… finger me. to open me up for you, ya know?” you cringe at your words, but you know it’s true and don’t want your first time to hurt.

“yeah, yeah of course.” rafe tugs at your underwear, his eyes staying between your thighs as he tosses the fabric to the floor. you take a deep breath before spreading your legs, putting your cunt on display for him.

“so sexy.” rafe praises you, moving so he’s lying between your thighs. he spreads your folds open with two fingers before using his other hand to rub his pointer finger over your pussy.

he traces around your clit before bumping it, making you flinch at the sudden pleasure.

“was that good?” rafe asks, and you just let out a moan in response when he doesn’t wait, rubbing over your clit again.

rafe smiles, moving his finger lower to your entrance before circling around that as well. he presses against your tight ring of muscle, thankful that you’re already quite wet as you relax and give way, letting his finger slip inside.

he begins to thrust it in and out slowly, building up speed as it becomes easier for him to move.

“try to add a second.” you tell him after a minute.

rafe nods, managing to work a second finger inside of you, but he can tell by the way your forehead scrunches that it’s not as comfortable as one, so he leans forward and presses his tongue against your clit.

“oh fuck!” you scream out as he flicks the tip of his tongue over and over, allowing you to focus on that instead of his fingers thrusting in and out of you.

rafe even makes a point to separate his fingers some, widening them to open you up even more. you don’t even flinch this time as his tongue stays playing with your clit.

“i’m ready.” you pant. “i’m ready, i need you rafe.”

rafe nods, moving to kneel between your legs, not sure what the best position to put you in is, but you seem to have it already thought out as you take a pillow and put it under your hips to raise them so he can stay kneeling on the bed.

rafe works his underwear off, and your eyes widen when his cock is revealed, regretting telling him you were ready after just two fingers. he grabs the condom he must have tossed onto the bed earlier and rips it open, sliding the latex down his length.

“if you need more time…” rafe trails off.

“just go slow.” you say, knowing he will stop at any point if you really need him to.

rafe moves closer, holding himself in his hand as he lines up with your entrance. his head pushes in easily, but the further forward his hips move, the more you struggle, but rafe sees it and slows down until he’s finally fully seated inside of you.

something sparks in that moment, realizing that you have both lost your virginity and it has rafe bending down over your body to press your lips together. you appreciate the kiss as it gives you even longer to adjust before rafe starts rocking into you slowly.

“that feels good.” you reassure rafe, all feelings of pain now gone.

“you feel good.” rafe says, unsure how he’s able to keep so much control over himself to not go feral in this moment, but he likes you too much, cares too much to move any faster and potentially cause you pain.

he keeps up the slow movements, moving from just rocking to actually thrusting as he starts to pull further out. 

“faster.” you whimper, eyes sliding closed as you focus on his length inside of you.

rafe doesn’t question you, needing to move more himself as he begins to speed up his thrusts, pushing his hips forward harder as well.

“i-i’m sorry i don’t know much longer i’m going to last.” rafe admits.

“it’s okay just touch my clit again.” you say. you would do it yourself but your body feels weightless right now, and you’re not sure if you can raise your arms up.

rafe nods, gripping your hip with one hand but letting the other roam to your cunt, rubbing his thumb over your clit as he tries to hold back his orgasm as long as possible while still pushing his cock into your heat repeatedly.

you let out your moans with freedom, knowing that there is no one else in the house to hear you. rafe begins to grunt and you feel him swelling inside of you and you know that he’s close.

rafes body falls forward, his thumb still moving on your clit but his cock stilling as he cums, filling up the condom as he pants heavily.

“y/n!” rafe finishes with a call of your name. you are so close to your orgasm, and you surmise rafe must know as he stays inside of you, rubbing faster until you cum, your body arching off the mattress, even underneath rafes weight as your high hits you with a shout.

you manage to reach to push rafes hand away, needing the overwhelming pleasure on your clit gone as your orgasm works through your body.

rafe curses when your cunt pulsates around him, but waits until you’re done to pull out. he flops to the side, pulling the condom off and tossing it into the trashcan next to his nightstand.

“how does it feel to no longer be a virgin?” you ask.

“felt good to finally use that condom i’ve been keeping in my wallet since i turned 16.” rafe laughs, reaching his arm out to pull you closer to him. “but seriously, i’m glad i lost it with you.” “i’m glad too.” you smile, pressing a quick peck to his lip. “and maybe i should have asked you this before we had sex but… will you be my girlfriend?”

“oh my god, yes!” you squeal.

[sanotymanjiro]

hiiii can I pretty please request for hyper feminine reader with izana and he's shopping with her but she's basically just pulling him around and making him see all the pretty and cute clothes she's trying on while also making him buy everything and carry her bags pretty pretty please with a cherry on top 🥺

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 🛒⊹ ࣪ ˖⟡

𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖

𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩

hope this is what you wanted!! @driedrosessys

kisses, fluff, hyperfem!reader x izana, stable relationship, tenjiku izana

💳ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

y/n: c'mon zanaaaaa~!

izana: i'm coming i'm coming..

the poor boy was just having a snack but on one of your shopping spree days, there wasn't time even for that. one bag after another found themselves piling up along his wrist but you were too cute whenever you got so absorbed in your shopping that izana couldn't even find it in himself to complain. he wasn't like the other men you both encountered in the fitting rooms, eyes glued to their phone as they mumbled a few words of appreciation to their girlfriend's outfits, izana was attentative. his eyes would trail over each and every one, fingers finding his chin as he hummed in thought. he had to agree to all the ones you were extra hyped about because he would just hate to see you get upset but rejecting one or two outfits was worth watching the cute little pout form on your pink lips, the highlight of his day.

𝐲/𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐯:

you didn't stop to count the amount of bags you had throws at your boyfriend already or the hours you had spent walking around. it was infuriating how you couldn't find the right shoes for your party this weekend despite the multiple stores lined up claiming to have just the right products. never mind that, you had to choose nails next but they were all so cute that you couldn't decide between the black and pink french tips or the neon pink and white ones. after an agonising five minutes you sighed, turning to your boyfriend with a frustrated pout.

y/n: 'zanaaa...

izana, smiling patiently: the black and pink are nicer.

you beamed at his helpful insight and finally made your decision, slinging your arm into his own and skipping out of the store happily, unaware of his gentle gaze and the small fond smile painting his lips as his gaze remained fixated on you. the next challenge was finding a cute dress that was actually cute and not just pretty. it had to be white, that was the first rule you had set as you strolled into the store, eyes scanning every dress in sight hungrily. you didn't even check the tag as you hauled your favourite into the fitting rooms to try on, your boyfriend would buy it for you either way, as long as you like it. you took a while styling it and checking it out in the mirror and weren't too sure so you drew the curtain open, peeking your head out to call izana inside.

y/n: so..what about this one..?

his head tilted, eyes trailing from the top of the dress right to the lacy bottom before landing on your face again, a sweet smile finding his lips again.

izana: what's wrong with it?

y/n: that's not the pointttt. is it cute?

you did a little twirl to try drawing out his opinion but when you faced him again his hands were already latched onto your waist, fingers rubbing gentle circles as those purple eyes searched yours. you felt a little embarassed since you were the only one blushing but your hand landed on his chest. izana's heart was pounding, maybe a little harder than yours even.

izana: mm...you're cute no matter what you wear.

y/n: ...'zanaaaa im seriouss..

his lips brushed yours gently, hands pulling you closer to him and when he finally broke the kiss his eyes flickered over your face, loving gaze drenched in sincerity.

izana: i mean it baby.

and you knew he did.

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Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1) Chapter Six

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter Six: Gladiolus for Integrity

Summary: The dreaded physical exams arrive at Ouran.

            “Welcome, ladies.” The hosts stood in suits and yukatas and smiled as their guests came into Ouran’s courtyard. The cherry blossoms were a beautiful pink and fell like magical rain around everyone. Tea was set out on each of the tables, and sweets were piled high. It was truly beautiful. “Please enjoy our spring garden.”

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            “Um, (Y/N)?” said a girl nervously. “We made this for you.” She blushed and held out a flower crown of cherry blossoms.

            “It’s lovely, thank you,” said (Y/N). They bowed their head. “I would love to wear it.”

            Excitedly, the girls put it on, and when (Y/N) straightened and smiled, they squealed and blushed. (Y/N) just looked so adorable!

            “It’s too cute! I almost can’t watch,” gushed a guest.

            “But the cherry blossoms won’t be here forever, we have to see it now!” said her friend.

            “How right you are, miss,” said Kyoya. He touched a tree branch with a poetic expression. “Beauty, like these cherry blossoms, is so fleeting. A single day can make all the difference.” He smiled innocently and held up a book. “That’s why I’ve made up photo collections of these beautiful moments. Individual and group sets are available for 22,000 yen.”

            “I want ‘em! I want all of them!” said all the guests instantly.

            “Anything for profit,” said (Y/N), shaking their head in amusement and standing from the ground as the guests went to buy books.

            “I know a deal when I see one,” said Kyoya.

            “As long as I look good in the photos, I don’t mind,” said (Y/N), smiling and shrugging.

            “I would not disrespect a member of the Host Club with unflattering photographs.” Kyoya smiled innocently. “Besides, bad photos wouldn’t sell.”

            (Y/N) chuckled and covered their mouth as they did. Their flower crown slipped slightly, and Kyoya reached up to straighten it. His fingers brushed over their cheek slightly, and (Y/N) paused.

            “Apologies,” said Kyoya, withdrawing his hand.

            “It’s no problem,” said (Y/N), wondering why their heart had just skipped a beat. It was Kyoya, their friend for over a year. They had no reason to feel that.

            “Hey, mommy?”

            Kyoya sighed before looking at Tamaki. “Yes, Daddy?”

            (Y/N) covered another laugh at that exchange.

            “I’m just supposing here, but maybe I believe I’m with Haruhi all the time because we spend so much time at the Host Club, yet the twins, who are in her class, know her in a way I don’t.” Tamaki frowned. “It’s dreadful to think about.”

            “Oh, as to that, these photos should enlighten.” Kyoya handed Tamaki an open photobook, and Tamaki screamed. Several of the photos had Haruhi working with the twins on various school assignments and sitting beside one another. “Due to school, they get to spend nine hours a day with her while you see her for, at best, two hours at the club.” Kyoya pulled out a pie chart with a tiny sliver dedicated to Tamaki. “Customers, of course, use up much of that time, so you pretty much get just one hour, tops. To put it another way, the influence you have over Haruhi amounts to a mere three percent—”

            “I don’t want to heart it!” wailed Tamaki. “Haruhi!” He grabbed her. “Daddy wants you to go back to dressing like a girl and not associating with them!”

            Haruhi deadpanned, and the twins rolled their eyes.

            “You really don’t have to rush this since—”

            “Haruhi!” Honey interrupted Kyoya. “When is your class getting their physical exams?”

            Everyone went silent, and Kyoya nodded. That had been what he was going to bring up. Physical exams meant getting a bit undressed if you were a man, so if Haruhi was to participate…It would become obvious she wasn’t a man or identified as one.

            “Well, now.” Haruhi blinked. “That will expose things, won’t it?”

            Tamaki nearly screamed, and the other hosts deadpanned. She was supremely unconcerned. (Y/N) just looked at Kyoya, and he looked back at them. After all, the other hosts were being silly; there was a simple solution that was put in place last year when (Y/N) came to the school. (Obviously, they were too frantic to think of it).

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            “Tamaki’s celebrating Haruhi being exposed as a girl?” said (Y/N), looking at him in the corner of Music Room 3.

            “Sitting there and daydreaming is pathetic,” said Hikaru.

            “Don’t sulk, Hikaru!” said Tamaki. “This is all according to plan! Spring is for romantic comedy! And Haruhi and I are love interests.”

            “Yeah, and what are we?” said the other hosts, deadpan.

            “You…are the homosexual supporting cast,” said Tamaki brightly.

            “Boss, have you really thought about this?” said the twins, rolling their eyes. “If people find out Haruhi’s a girl, she won’t work at the Host Club.”

            Tamaki turned white.

            “And she’s so cute that a ton of guys will notice her, not just the girls!” said Honey, smiling.

            “Come to think of it, guys noticed her in middle school,” said Kaoru.

            “According to my information, she was asked out at least once a month. Not that she’s accepted any invitations,” said Kyoya.

            “How does that information help you?” said (Y/N).

            “I have the same for everyone here. Research for before we offered the position,” said Kyoya. “Your numbers were quite favorable.”

            (Y/N) deadpanned before chuckling. “Oh, Kyoya.” He amused them.

            Kyoya glanced at them.

            “Boss’s chances with Haruhi will drop,” said Hikaru. “Not that we care. We’re still in her class.”

            Tamaki gasped in horror and straightened. “Alright! That’s it! Tomorrow, we initiate Operation: Haruhi is a Boy! We’ll make people think they saw her at the exams and protect her secret!”

            Tamaki, have you already forgotten what I do? (Y/N) opened their mouth, and Kyoya put a finger to his mouth. (Y/N) closed their mouth and nodded. Kyoya smirked. For whatever reason, he was going to let Tamaki have his fun and completely forget that there was an obvious solution to Haruhi’s secret staying just that, a secret.

            “Senpai, what’s this about?” said Haruhi, deadpanning as she entered the clubroom.

            “Tamaki is being silly,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Right…” sighed Haruhi.

            “Haruhi!” Tamaki grabbed her by the shoulders. “Don’t worry, Haruhi! Your secret’s safe with us! Don’t stop being our princess!”

            “Like I mean it to be a secret,” said Haruhi. She shrugged. “I’m like (Y/N). I don’t really care what people think of me and my gender.” Haruhi and (Y/N) high-fived. “I just also identify as a woman.” She hummed. “Still, if that became known, I couldn’t work here and make enough money. I’d have to find some other way to repay the club. Hm.”

            “We’re more worried than she is, boss!” said Hikaru.

            “How can we be heroes if the heroine won’t cooperate?!” said Tamaki. “(Y/N)! She’s your friend! Don’t you want her to stay?”

            Kyoya again put his finger to his lips behind Tamaki, and (Y/N) was tempted to laugh. They had a feeling Kyoya was getting Tamaki back for his comments earlier.

            “Haruhi and I are friends and do errands together outside of school. I’ll still get to see her,” said (Y/N).

            “Ah!” Tamaki screamed at the realization that another person had more time with Haruhi than him.

            “Fancy tuna.” Mori spoke two words, and Haruhi froze. Everyone looked at her with eager looks in their eyes.

            “That’s right. She didn’t get any at Christmas,” said Kaoru evilly. (Due to the plan to get the couple to confess, Haruhi had been dragged away from the food).

            “She seemed really keen to try it,” said Hikaru. “What a deprived upbringing.”

            “Hey, look, it’s no big deal…” Haruhi trailed off and swallowed. “Will I really get to have some?”

            The Host Club had won.

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            “Kyoya?” said (Y/N), catching up with him as he headed towards his car to be driven back home.

            “Yes, (Y/N)?” said Kyoya.

            “I’m going to be in a private ward for the physical exams again, right?” said (Y/N).

            “Of course,” said Kyoya. He had made the same preparations the previous year, and he would ensure (Y/N) was comfortable with their exam this year, too.

            “Is Haruhi going to be with me?” asked (Y/N). It was the simplest solution to keeping her identity a secret.

            “Yes,” said Kyoya. He looked at (Y/N) and smirked slightly. “But I would appreciate you not informing anyone of that just yet.”

            “To punish Tamaki for calling us supporting cast?” said (Y/N), smiling knowingly.

            “Obviously,” said Kyoya.

            (Y/N) chuckled. Poor Tamaki. Oh, well. He couldn’t throw people to the side. It was bound to cause trouble for him.

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            Haruhi stumbled through the strange crowd of nice and peppy nurses and doctors as first years fanned out to have all their measurements taken. Everyone wore smiles and looked excited, which Haruhi had never seen. (She was realizing rich people did everything differently).

            “Right this way, everyone,” said a nurse. “The gentlemen over there, and the ladies over here.”

            “Hello, Fujioka. I’m Yoshino.” A nurse smiled at Haruhi. “I’ll be staying with you. Would you care for something to drink while you wait?”

            “…What?” Since when did doctors give refreshments?

            “You’re the Hitachiin Brothers, aren’t you?” said two nurses, approaching the twins with measuring tapes. “We’ll measure your heights.”

            “Sure,” said the twins.

            The nurses measured them and beamed as the doctor wrote down the numbers. “Both of you have grown half an inch. You’re now 5’ 9”. Splendid!”

            “Hikaru and Kaoru both got taller!” cried the girls excitedly. “You match each other on everything!”

            Haruhi deadpanned. This was just a tiny bit ridiculous.

            “Haru, Haru!”

            A loud whisper caught Haruhi’s attention, and she just sighed as she saw the Host Club’s next antics. Mori and Honey had dressed up in doctor’s outfits—that didn’t disguise their identities at all—and were standing in the room.

            “They’re here to keep an eye on all this,” said Kyoya, stepping up.

            “Though the costumes are just them having fun,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Kyoya, (Y/N)? But aren’t the second years and third years in class?” said Haruhi, frowning.

            “I’m a member of the nursing committee,” said Kyoya. “Honey and Mori probably just skipped. (Y/N) skipped—”

            “But since I left with Kyoya, no one was going to stop me. Besides, we’re all good students, so the teachers don’t complain,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Senpai, you’re getting very good at working around rich people rules…” said Haruhi, seat-dropping.

            “I plan to be a rich person someday,” said (Y/N), smirking.

            Haruhi shivered. The ambitious tone and smirk were like Kyoya’s. So that’s how they’re friends. She looked around herself. “I’ve never seen such nice doctors and nurses.”

            “The Headmaster advised this approach,” said Kyoya.

            “Schools have a bottom line, a big part of which is student morale,” said the twins, shrugging. “Naturally, the families all have their own doctors, so this is really just a formality.”

            “Can I have them measure my height?” said Honey, bored.

            “I wouldn’t recommend it until the third years get their turn,” said (Y/N). They doubted he’d grown.

            Bump. “Oh, excuse me.” A scruffy looking doctor brushed past Kyoya.

            “He’s not…” He tilted his head and frowned.

            “That doctor’s acting strange,” said Hikaru.

            “With this many doctors, one’s bound to be a little off,” said Kaoru.

            “Fujioka and the twins, it’s time for your exams,” said a nurse. “You may undress behind those curtains in the back.”

            “Oh, my, Haruhi’s going to undress!” The girls blushed.

            “Curtains?” said Kaoru, undoing his shirt buttons.

            “We don’t need curtains. We’re not shy,” said Hikaru, shedding his shirt.

            The girls screamed in excitement.

            “Now’s our chance, Haruhi!” Mori and Honey pushed Haruhi into the curtained tent.

            “Hey, what?!” said Haruhi.

            (Y/N) chuckled.

            “I’m so jealous of the second-years,” sighed a girl. “They’ll get to see Kyoya, Tamaki, and (Y/N) undress.”

            “Haven’t you heard?” said another guest. “(Y/N) goes to a private ward. They don’t undress in front of anyone.”

��           “Oh, how mysterious,” said the first girl. “I wonder why.”

            “I believe undressing in such a way is quite intimate.” (Y/N) stepped up and smiled. “Can you forgive my shyness under your gazes?”

            The guests blushed. “Y-Yes!” They squealed and grabbed one another. “How polite! What a gentleman!”

            (Y/N) chuckled.

            “Well done,” said Kyoya approvingly.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Thank you, Kyoya.”

            “Fujioka, are you in there?” said the nurse.

            “I’m ready.” Tamaki, wearing a brown wig, stepped out of the tent (the eyes, height, and build instantly gave away that it wasn’t Haruhi).

            The nurse deadpanned and struggled to remain positive. “Fuj…Fujioka, how quickly you’ve grown…”

            “It’s Tamaki!” said the girls, happy to see him unclothed. “But why? Tamaki, are you playing the part of Haruhi?!”

            “Boss actually pulled it off!” laughed Kaoru.

            “But the girls know! Of course they’d know!” said Hikaru, also cackling.

            “Why you rotters!” Tamaki grabbed them. “You said they’d buy it!”

            “Maybe next time you won’t call us supporting cast!” said the twins, sticking out their tongue.

            “What? Hey, Kyoya—!”

            “I don’t believe I’m supporting cast. Homosexual or otherwise,” said Kyoya, smiling evilly.

            Tamaki squeaked in fear and backed away. He peeked into the tent and tired to smile at Haruhi. “It didn’t work…they—”

            Haruhi glared, and Tamaki turned to dust on the spot while the girls watched in interest.

            “Don’t worry, Haruhi,” said (Y/N), smiling as she exited the tent. “There’s a private ward and doctor who works with confidentiality about these things.”

            “All of the doctors here are under strict orders to follow Kyoya’s instructions,” said the twins. “He might’ve mentioned it earlier, though.”

            “Y’see, Kyoya’s family manages several hospitals!” said Honey.

            “I can’t believe you all forgot about how I did my exams last year,” sighed (Y/N).

            “…They all worried over nothing?” said Haruhi.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Tamaki got dramatic and forgot there are plenty of doctors available for private examinations instead of public ones.” They gestured at Haruhi. “Come on, let’s head on over.”

            “You don’t mind doing the exam with me?” said Haruhi.

            “As long as you’re comfortable, I am,” said (Y/N). They chuckled. “Honestly, it’s a little weird to be by yourself the whole time when everyone else is out here chatting and such.”

            “Aren’t second-years another day?” said Haruhi.

            “Yes, but we have the private doctor here today, so for brevity’s sake, I’ll do it now.” They smiled. “Besides, I need an excuse for leaving class with Kyoya.”

            “Oh, Fujioka, (L/N)?” said the doctor, smiling as the pair walking into her examination room. “I’ve been told about you. Please undress in the back.”

            “Alright,” said Haruhi, and (Y/N) nodded. They went to the back room, and Haruhi shed her uniform top and button-up to leave herself in a camisole. (Y/N) wore a simple white undershirt beneath all their uniform layers.

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            A scream got everyone’s attention, and a girl ran out of her tent, holding her uniform tightly.

            “What’s wrong, miss?!” said a nurse instantly.

            “A doctor grabbed my shoulder while I was about to change!” she said. “He ran down that hall.” She gestured to a side hall.

            Instantly, several other worried adults came over to ask her questions.

            “Does she mean that scruffy doctor?” said Hikaru.

            “I don’t see him now,” said Kaoru.

            “Scruffy? Oh, him,” said Kyoya, recalling. “He wasn’t one of ours. As such, he was not our responsibility and was no concern of mine.”

            “Kyoya, you should’ve have been very concerned,” said the twins, sweat-dropping.

            “…Pervert,” said Mori.

            “But they know what direction he went,” said the twins, shrugging. “So he’ll be caught pretty quick.”

            Everyone paused and looked at the hallway—the hallway Haruhi and (Y/N) had gone down to the private wards.

            Haruhi! (Y/N)!

            The host club ran down the hall.

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            Rustle!

            (Y/N) and Haruhi whirled, and their eyes widened as they saw the scruffy doctor hiding behind the curtains of their changing room.

            “Hey!” said Haruhi.

            “No, hey, wait, don’t scream!” said the scruffy man nervously, stepping forward.

            (Y/N) pushed Haruhi behind them, and they let out a surprised and muffled cry as the man covered their mouth.

            “I’m not—I mean, my daughter—”

            “Bun-Bun Kick!”

            Honey appeared out of nowhere and kicked the doctor. He went flying into the wall, and Honey landed easily.

            Haruhi’s eyes widened, and (Y/N) kept themself carefully behind them in surprise.

            “One…Looks that attract the public eye.” The twins glared down at the man.

            “Two…Undaunted wealth.” Kyoya entered and looked at the doctor coldly. Simultaneously, he draped his uniform jacket around (Y/N)’s shoulders, and they gladly pulled it around themself.

            “Three…Chivalry that cannot overlook—” said Mori.

            “—the hideous wickedness of the world,” said Honey.

            Tamaki stepped forward and draped button-up over Haruhi. “We, the Ouran Host Club, will see you now.”

            “P-Please!” The scruffy doctor instantly bowed deeply, touching his forehead to the ground. “I mean no harm!”

            “You don’t?!” said Haruhi and (Y/N) in disbelief.

            “I am called Yabu,” said the man, gazing at the ground. “I manage small medical clinic in the next town. My daughter…I just came here to see my daughter. You see, my wife left me last month with our daughter. There was a downpour. I got lost on the road. I finally made it, but I couldn’t find my daughter. Then they assumed I’m one of the physical exam doctors! I am crushed in body and spirit!”

            “This is pathetic, so I’m inclined to believe the story,” said (Y/N), sighing.

            “That’s just tragic!” cried Tamaki.

            “If you’re not an exam doc, what’s with the lab coat?” said the twins, deadpanning.

            “Omigosh! I forgot to change out of this!” said Yabu.

            So he’s an idiot, thought all the hosts.

            “Please don’t take offense, sir—” however, Kyoya’s tone was definitely quite cold, and from the way he still stood right beside (Y/N), he was still irritated with the man “—Are you perhaps looking for the public school in the next city?”

            “This…isn’t Ourin High School?” said Yabu.

            All the hosts shook their heads, and Yabu groaned.

            “How’d you know, Kyoya?” said Kaoru.

            “The daughter of a common medic like that at Ouran? Come on,” said Kyoya. “Our only scholarship students are Haruhi and (Y/N).”

            “Hikaru, Kaoru…Draw him a map to Ourin High,” said Tamaki softly.

            “Why us? His daughter probably doesn’t want to see him,” said the twins.

            “That’s for him to find out, isn’t it?” said Tamaki, looking somber for once in his life.

            “Fine,” said twins, sketching something simple out.

            “Here, and best of luck to you, sir,” said Tamaki, smiling kindly.

            Yabu bowed in thanks and ran off to find his daughter.

            “That was very kind of you, Tamaki,” said Haruhi.

            “Thank you, Haruhi…” Tamaki faced Haruhi, and he froze as he realized Haruhi was still undressed. His face blossomed red.

            “Pervert!” said the twins, hitting him.

            “Ow, hey!” He ran after the twins, trying to catch them.

            “Alright, everyone,” said (Y/N), clapping their hands. “Thank you for your help, but Haruhi and I do have exams.” They smiled and closed their eyes. “And we’re undressed, as Tamaki noticed like a pervert.”

            “Hey!” cried Tamaki. “I’m not a pervert!”

            “And I’m not supporting cast,” said (Y/N) pleasantly. “Out.”

            Tamaki walked out with his tail between his legs, and the twins snickered as they followed. Mori had respectfully not looked at Haruhi and (Y/N), and Honey hopped onto his back as they walked out. Kyoya left the tent last.

            “Oh, Kyoya,” said (Y/N), peeking their head out. “Here.” They held out his jacket. “Thank you for giving it to me.”

            “I’m a gentleman,” said Kyoya, inclining his head and taking the jacket. He wasn’t going to let some pervert look at (Y/N) like that. No one should do that. Yes, people could know they were attractive, but—Kyoya halted that line of thought with a nod to (Y/N) and a quick turn away. He put on his jacket and headed out of the private ward.

            Haruhi looked at (Y/N) suspiciously. They and Kyoya seemed to be more friends than anyone else with Kyoya. And Kyoya defended their honor more than Haruhi’s.

            Hm…

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Bakugou Katsuki QPR HCs pt.2

pt.1

Author's note: The poll option won, and since sooo many liked the pt1, I wanted to complete my thought and talk about the 'childhood friends to qpp' plotline

TW: aroace!Katsuki or aroace!reader wtv. Mentions of sex, some dirty talk, but no explicit smut. Specifically the trope I meantion above, if you didn't read that. The timeline is a bit vague here, Katsuki and reader are in like third year-20s age range.

Okayyyy let's get into the sauceeee

✨️Childhood friends to QPP💗

• This, I feel, would be much easier to write out for me. [Edit, a month later: ...how the turns tabled😐]

• You're already used to his shit. And he's used to yours.

• Did his mom ship you from way before shipping was even a word? Absolutely. Did it work out in the end? Kindaaaa

• I mean she did get you as her son's "life partner." Just not in a traditional sense.

• His dad loooooves you. Will take you in as his child immediately. He's so cute [I want to write more about uncle sob sob]

• The physical and emotional intimacy is all there. I feel like during that experimental phase, both of you even gave your first kiss to each other. If you're into sex, maybe even your first time.

• It's.... as good as a first timer gets. It was your best friend, so you had fun. He had fun. But honestly? You enjoy your relationship just as is.

• It's similar to what @xoxojisu said about her unofficial bf!katsuki. Growing up, there's always that intimate closeness between the two of you. Everyone can see it. You two also know it. And people tease you for it. But you've gotten used to it.

• There's nothing more to it. But this is no less, either. It's the perfect amount of love and intimacy.

• Cuddling on the common room couch while both of you listen to songs together. Maybe your music tastes don't align so you force each other to listen the other's "terrible" songs.

• [I would personally make him listen to white girlypop songs. He HATES them so much that he loves them]

• You're his platonic girlfriend. Not his choice words but he rolls with it.

• And there's no other way around it. You're absolutely not allowed to give anyone else the title of "best friend" or "platonic gf/bf/partner/wife/husband." Lord forbid you slip and call someone one of those, you'll have a huffy-puffy porcupine to deal with. WILL make it your problem.

• He is your problem. He's your best friend, the platonic love of your life, and he absolutely thinks it's his right to bother you 24/8. If he's feeling stuffy in his clothes, he'll show up to your room saying something like your room's colder.

• Does it make sense? No. Will he say it? Absolutely.

• Bringing back the intimacy point, I feel like he's the type to indulge in your whims. You feel like revisiting sex on a random Tuesday? Sure, let him just get his homework/paperwork done, he'll eat you out after that.

• Random with his own whims too. Will bring it up when buying groceries, or cleaning the house. "Oi, I wanna flip that dress and stuff you with my dick. Afterwards."

• Like😭😭 It's so unserious and chill between you guys.

• The type who knows your EVERYTHING. All your food and drink preferences, your outfit styling, why you wear what you wear on any given day. If you're also a menstruator, he knows your hormal phases, your dietary necessities and cravings, workouts you need, etc etc.

• Yes, he's a mother hen. And yes, he'll bother you all day every day.

• This has got nothing to do with gender, but I feel like he's the nagging wife in your relationship. I imagine reader to be a more chill-going person (self-projection, ignore if it doesn't apply to you)

• You bring the spontaneity and chill in the relationship and he brings the structure, consistency, and routine. It's beautiful.

• Your parents have accepted him as a constant in your life, and despite not understanding the nature of your relationship know that he's special. He won't leave you alone.

• The type of relationship where you KNOW the pair's together for life.

• [Ugh now I wanna write about being married to this guy. He's so husband coded it's annoying.]

Ahhhhh i feel like I went off topic somewhere in the middle, but genuinely there's So Much to say about Katsuki in a qpr set-up that i just can't cover in one post

[starsfic]

This is a random bonus scene from a fic idea I had.

With the whole game of the merch going on in his family, Qi Xiaotian couldn't help the flinch and spark of annoyance when he walked into the toy store and saw his face beaming from a wall of LEGO sets.

Yes, the merch allowed him to rake in huge amounts of money for his savings and to spend freely. (He just had to figure out how to put some of that money in Pigsy and Tang's account before they noticed and refused.) But the game made it feel weird to stare at his own face.

He shook it off. He wasn't here for that. He was here to buy Bai He a gift for her birthday.

Thankfully, no huge crowd rushed him. A few kids recognized him and rushed up and Xiaotian was more than happy to sign autographs for them (a few of them were wearing his cosplay set! So cute!). But Xiaotian easily made his way to the plushie section. This store was running a special on cat plushies, so-

He paused and blinked at the sight that greeted him.

The Demon Bull King was in the store.

Unlike the last time he was in a store, however, he wasn't rampaging. He was even dressed modernly, wearing a comfy sweater and a plaid skirt. Instead, he held a basket and was eyeing the shelves. Xiaotian turned his gaze away with a shrug. Maybe Red had some little cousins or something who's birthday was coming up.

He eyed the shelves of cat plushies. No white, definitely not, but none looked like Mo the most. However, there were a few black cat plushies and even more orange cats. And Bai He loved hanging out with Sun Wukong and Macaque! Xiaotian snagged the two colors and made the mistake of looking over.

DBK held one of his plushies. He seemed to be studying it with great intensity. Xiaotian found himself holding still, expecting DBK to rip the head off. He wasn't in the mood to fight, but he would if he did that, didn't he-

Then their eyes met. There was a long pause, long enough that Xiaotian almost wanted to check his temperature to make sure this wasn't a weird fever dream. The demon himself blinked, as if caught off guard, before his eyes narrowed.

Making direct eye contact, DBK lowered the little Monkie Kid doll into his basket. The sheer size difference between him and the basket made the scene feel even more strange.

And then DBK spoke, his voice rumbling in Xiaotian's ears.

"Nobody will ever believe you."

...alright, fair enough. Xiaotain honestly didn't believe himself.

[gejo333]

An Unexpected Match VIII

Pt. 1 Pt.9

DBF/DILF Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary: It’s the day of the holiday party at your parent’s house…😱

No mature warning in this chapter.

Can’t believe I got another chapter out so fast! Pray that I keep up with this pace!🙏

I apologize for any grammar mistakes I missed!

Enjoy!🥰

Wc: 2.8k

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You scanned through the various clothes on the rack, trying to tone out the Christmas music playing over the speakers mixed with the various chatter of other people around you. You smiled when you spotted a beautiful spring dress you thought would be perfect for Gabi.

After buying it you walked over to the women's clothing where Stephanie was looking through skirts.

"Find anything cute?" You say as you look over the clothing rack.

"Sadly not." She pouted as she joined you on the other side as you both began to walk through the store.

"Do you have everything on your list?"

"One last thing. I've gotten everyone's gift. Just finished getting all of Miguel's and I just have one left for Gabi. It's this popular doll. It's from this new movie. This is the third store I've gone to to try and find it. I asked Miguel but he's had no luck either.

"You guys are such cute parents. I love it. Can't wait to earn the title Auntie Stephanie."

"Cute. I forgot to ask you this after the last barbecue, but did you tell Jack about me and Miguel? It's ok if you did, I know it's hard to keep secrets from someone your in a relationship with."

"Girl, I would never reveal a secret like that. Though Jack might be my boyfriend you are my bestie. But Jack did come to me and asked if I knew anything. He said he noticed the way Miguel looks at you. He said to me, 'he looks at her like she is the light of his life. The only person in the room.'"

"Do u think it's really noticeable to everyone?" You bit your lower lip as you give her a worried look.

"Nah, you know Jack is really good at reading people. You would know if everybody in the neighborhood knew." Stephanie chuckled.

"True." You chuckled along with her. "Miguel and I are going to say we're a couple at the holiday party tonight." You added. Your words made  Stephanie stop, grasping your forearm as she looked at you wide eyed.

"No way! I'm both nervous and excited for you. You think your parents will take it ok?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I know my mom would be thrilled that I'm in a serious relationship again. But i know she'll be upset that I lied plus I know my dad and her might not take it well since Miguel is closer in age to them than me. Now that I think about it. They're not going to take it well. What do you think?" You looked at Stephanie with hopeful eyes but they switch to worry when you saw her shake her head.

You arrive to the toy section of the store eyes widening when you see the vast amount of people grabbing things left and right.

"Shit. Ok. Steph, you know what I'm looking for, you go this way and I'll go the other. See you on the other end."

"If we make it out alive." Stephanie says before you split up.

You search almost every section from top to bottom. As you begin to lose hope you smile seeing at the end of the last aisle was the doll Gabi wanted. As you you were nearing the shelf two other people grabbed the last one at the same time. You huff in frustration as you knew you had no chance of getting it now.

"Omg is that Oprah in the shoe department?" Yelled Stephanie making the two people drop the toy and rush over followed by a few other victims who heard her. You chuckle as you pick up the toy from the ground. "My savior."

"That's what I'm here for." She gently bumped your shoulder with hers as you both laughed.

After you bought the toy you and Stephanie left the overly crowded store.

You headed back to your car, driving back to your neighborhood, saying goodbye to Stephanie as you dropped her off and Jack's apartment before you drove back to Miguel's house, parking your car in the garage. Surprisingly, no one has seen you park your car in Miguel's garage. If they have maybe they thought you were going to babysit Gabi, like you did at the beginning before your relationship with Miguel.

You entered the house as a smile lands on your face as you see Gabi running to you with her red holiday dress, with no socks and her hair all messy.

"Hi baby bug. What's happening here." You chuckle as you set your bags down as you kneel down to her height.

"Papa was helping me get dress for the holiday party at your parents house. But when I heard you come home I ran down to see you." You lift her up in your arms as you walk into the living room where you see Miguel in black dress pants and nice button up black shirt with a few buttons undone. On one side of his shoulders were Gabi's tiny socks and in one of his hands her shoes, so small compared to him.

"There's the little runaway princess and my beautiful queen." Miguel whispered the last part to you as he gave you a sweet kiss to your lips before you handed Gabi into his arms.

"No, I want y/n to help me get dress." Gabi pouted as she reached out back to you.

"But princesa, y/n needs to start getting ready." Miguel argued, but you smiled as you reached out and held her again. "It's ok. I'll help you finish putting your socks and shoes on."

"Can you do my hair in that pretty braid?"

"I think I have a good idea of what hairstyle I should do." You smile as you lead her upstairs to her bathroom followed by Miguel who went back to your bedroom to finish getting ready.

You sit her on her stool in front of the bathroom mirror as you help brush her hair. As you begin to style her hair by braiding some of her front parts before tying it in the back. You then grab your curling iron as you give her ends some curl plus some strands in the front. You then ask her to cover her eyes as you lightly put hair spray in her hair to keep its shape.

“All done.”

“Wow! I love it! Thank you.” Gabi smiles as you help her off the stool before having her sit on her bed in her room so you could help get her socks on.

When you finally were able to get her last shoe on Miguel knocked on the door frame. “How it going?” He smiled as he entered the room.

“She’s all ready and looks beautiful.” You smile at Gabi as she looks back at you with a bigger smile.

“You look lovely princesa. Now let’s let y/n get ready.” Said Miguel as his hand rested on your lower back.

“Wait, can I ask a question?” Asked Gabi.

“What is it Baby bug?” You brows furrow looking at Miguel, as he gave you the same expression when you both saw Gabi become nervous and shy.

“What’s wrong mija?” You and Miguel sat on both sides of Gabi to try and comfort her.

“When I was at the kid center when we went camping, I told all my friends that y/n was my mom.” Gabi looks at Miguel before looking at you as she hugs her face against you before she added, “Can I call you mom?” Though her voice was barely above a whisper both you and Miguel heard her as you both look at each other, eyes wide.

Your heart swelled so big that it was hard for you to not shed a few tears. You look back to Miguel who gives you a wide loving smile. Maybe it was your imagination but you saw his eyes become glossy as if he was trying hard to hide his tears.

“Gabi, I would be honored if you called me mom. I’ve always loved you as my daughter. My little baby bug. You’ve made me the happiest woman in the world.” You smiled as you wiped away a tear.

“Yay! I love you Mama.” Gabi hugged you again beyond happy.

“I love you too Sweetheart.” You hug her back.

After letting you hug her a bit longer Miguel speaks, “Let’s let Mama get dressed now for the party, Gabi.” Both you and Miguel’s smiles widen when he said it.

“Kk.” Gabi let go of you as you and Miguel walked out of her room and to your shared bedroom.

When you both entered Miguel picked you up as he twirled you around before holding the back of your head as he passionately captured your lips with his. When your lips parted he placed his forehead against yours as you both couldn’t stop smiling.

“I love so much Mamita.” Miguel said as he kissed away your joyous tears before kissing you one more time on the lips.

“I love you so much too Papi.” You say which Miguel’s eyes widen slightly, your smile widening as you see his cheeks slightly turn red before you looked at his eyes, clouded with lust.

As the door was already closed Miguel picked you up and tossed you on to the bed, as you let out joyous giggle as he got on top you fluttering you with butterfly kisses across your face and neck.

After taking a bit longer from your quick rendezvous with Miguel you were finally ready as you head downstairs where Miguel sat on the couch as he watched Gabi draw with her crayons on the table. As you walked down the stairs Miguel looked up as he stood up and joined you at the bottom of the steps, pulling you against him.

“Wow, Mama you look so beautiful!” Gabi said as she got up from her table and ran over to you.

“She does look really beautiful.” Said Miguel as he leaned down and kissed your cheek, knowing your red lipstick would rub on to his lips, not that either of you’d mind if it weren’t for the event your were going to.

You took a deep breath as you try to calm you rising nerves about tonight. Miguel noticed right away as he took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before kissing your knuckles.

“Everything will be ok tonight. No matter the reaction, always remember the home that loves you the most.” Miguel said as you looked at him before looking at Gabi gazing up at you with a big smile. You look back up to him as you take in a another deep breath before saying, “you’re right. I guess I should head over. I’ll see you both in a bit.” You leave Miguel’s hold as you blow them both a kiss before leaving the house and walking over to your parents.

Back in Miguel’s house:

“Papa, why aren’t we going with Mama?” Asked Gabi as she sat back in her place at the living room table coloring.

“You remember that Mama and Papa’s relationship is a secret, because we don’t know how others will react when they find out?”

“Yeah.”

“Well Mama is going over there to help her parents with set up for the party and make sure they are happy as Mama and I are going to tell them later tonight that we are together.”

“Yay!”

Back to you at your parent’s house:

You open the door to your parents house, embraced with the various smells of food.

“Y/n?” Yelled your mom from the kitchen.

“Yes, it’s me.” You say as you hang up your coat before walking into the kitchen to see your brothers, dad, Stephanie and your mom all helping out with food preparation.

“Hi honey. You look gorgeous!” Said your mother as she set down the spoon she was stirring in the pot before coming over to hug you.

“Hey mom, thanks. Sorry I was a bit late. Is there anything I can help with?”

“Everything is pretty much done but you can help bring the good to the dining room table.” Said your father as he finished preparing the salad.

“Ok cool.” You say as you grab a dish and bring it to the dinning room. Everyone from the kitchen followed, bringing a dish with them.

“Hey, Mom, dad?” They both look at you with a smile, waiting for you to continue. “I wanted to ask what you both thought if I was in a relationship…” you pause as you glance at Stephanie and Jack and then to Liam who was the only one who sent you a confused look. Getting the hint the couple walked back to the kitchen, Liam lagging behind wanting to know your conversation before Stephanie came back rolled her eyes as she tugged Liam out of the room by his arm.

“As I was saying, what would you guys think if I said I was in a new relationship?”

“That would be marvelous sweetheart!” Said your mother.

“Of course we would be happy for you.” Added your father.

“Would your thoughts change if I said he was slightly older than me?”

“Of course our thoughts wouldn’t change. Its always better to date a mature man.” Said your mother as your father nodded in agreement.

You smiled relieved to here their approval. Well, at least for the first part of the plan you and Miguel came up with this morning in bed for how you both were going to tell your parents of your relationship.

“How long has this relationship with this new guy been going on for?” Asked your father.

“Four and half to about 5 months.” Not including the weekend together two years ago. You left that part out.

“Right after your break up with Tyler? That’s fast sweetie.” Said your mother.

“Well, a rebound after Tyler turned into a date, then a bunch more before we became official.” You slightly lied, knowing full well sex with Miguel that night 5 months ago wasn’t a rebound after breaking up with your ex, but a night where you and Miguel were finally able to show the person you care for how much you love them.

“Oh, I see. That’s nice.” Said your mother with a small smile before returning back to the kitchen. You internally winced when you saw her reaction to your response.

Luckily your parents couldn’t push further as neighbors started to enter your the house for the holiday party.

After there was quite a few people throughout the house, making it busy Miguel walked in with Gabi.

Your parents headed over to greet the O’Hara’s as you tagged along.

“Hey Miguel. How’ve you been man? Haven’t seen you around much lately.” Said your father ash he greeted Miguel with a very light slap to his back.

“Just been extremely busy at work lately.”

“I’m hoping y/n as been able to help you.” Said your mom as she greeted Miguel with a welcoming hug.

“Yeah, she has.” Miguel looked at you as you both tried to not laugh from your mother’s oblivious words.

You and Miguel gave each other a greeting hug, still trying to make sure to not look too familiar with each other.

“Hi Gabi.” You say as you kneel down to hug her as she happily returns it. “Hi Mama.” Gabi whispered so only you could hear as she tried to hide her giggle. You smiled down at her as you brushed a stray strand of her hair from her face, secretly telling her you heard her. You stand back to your full height as you, Miguel and your parents begin to catch up with each other as you and Miguel still stayed pretending that you didn’t live with each other, and didn’t know what the other had been doing.

Watching from the corner of the room were the same brown eyes as before, glaring between you and Miguel and then down to Gabi as you helped fix her hair again. The stranger took a sip of their drink before setting it down on a side table before making their way over to you two as you were conversing with your parents.

"Long time no see, Miguel."

You, your parents, and Miguel look to the woman standing before you. Your brows furrow as you glance up at Miguel to see his eyes widen.

"Sofia? What are you doing here?"

The woman leaned down as she looked at Gabi who tucked herself between you and Miguel.

Sofia looked back up at you and Miguel, smirking before her eyes went back to Gabi. "Well obviously, I've come to see my precious daughter."

"Miguel?" You look at him as he returns your gaze before looking back at the woman with a glare.

"This is Sofia Grassi." Miguel looks at you and your parents before gazing down at his daughter who looks up at him then back at the strange woman,

"Gabi, this is your mother."

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Headcanons | Jesus, Tamar & Nathanael with you being the shortest of the group | Platonic

Requested by Lizzy

Jesus

Jesus will never make fun of anyone, since it’s not part of His character.

Even though you are significantly shorter than everyone else, He won’t even mention it.

However, He is well aware that others sometimes tease you about it. He knows that it is hurting you, even though you have accepted yourself for not being very tall.

It comes to a point that Jesus mentions it in front of the group.

Initially, you aren’t really sure if you like the fact that the issue is being magnified that way, but once the Disciples nod with ashamed flushes on their faces, you are grateful that He stood up for you.

“Thank You, Lord. I appreciate You looking out for me.” 

“Of course, (Y/n).” 

A lot of people apologise for making fun of your height. Half of them you never even considered remotely offensive, since just mentioning it is fine with you, but the followers are definitely shaken by Jesus’ message that their words may hurt you regardless of their intention.

From that moment on, you also get a lot more help from the guys when it comes to getting things from higher shelves or carrying heavy loads without them laughing at your struggles first.

Tamar

It’s pretty obvious that you’re shorter than the others, even shorter than Ramah, and Tamar finds it simply adorable.

When you first meet, she thinks you are a child, which simply isn’t true. 

She literally squeezed your cheek and asked for your name. The glare you gave her made her physically recoil, her lips forming an ‘o’.

She’d be so apologetic about it right after. Constantly saying how stupid she felt for thinking that you were young simply because of your height.

The friendship between you quickly grows, though. 

It often brings the two of you to the market together, where you hang out and get yourself snacks as well as new fabrics to make dresses from.

“You’re just a few coins short to buy bread, (Y/n)— I mean— I didn’t mean to say it that way, I swear that it has nothing to do with your height!” 

You’d just laugh at that. “No offence taken, I know you didn’t intend to make fun of me.” 

Tamar would totally help you out by taking in your dresses, for these are often too long for your body whenever you buy them from the market itself.

She makes you cute accessories with the leftover textile, which you greatly appreciate.

Nathanael

It’s pretty much a given that Nathanael will make fun of your height at any opportunity he sees. And admittedly, that is quite often. 

Of course he will put things on the highest shelves just to tease you.

Expect him to pretend to not see you while calling out your name, trying to get the others to join in his teasing, but they often just roll their eyes at him.

Your head would be used as an armrest to put his elbow on. How original…

Prepare to give him lots of death glares, because he frankly deserves them at this point.

“The first being the last, does that also mean that the shortest will be the tallest?” 

“You’re so funny, you know that?” 

“Wait, really?” 

“…No.” 

He will definitely give you nicknames that have to do with how short you are. Shorty, mouse, twig. 

It isn’t until you begin crying about his teasing one day that he realises that he should cut it out, since it really isn’t funny anymore. 

He profusely apologises and promises to do better, which is a good start at least. It definitely cuts back the amount of height-puns he makes around you.

[fnfandpicosschoolimagines]

Erm hiii!!!! Could u please write some headcannons for the goth punks x a very cute core, pastel, soft reader any gender I don't mind! If not that's totally okey!!!!

-silly banana dude

★ Authors Note: woah my first request, hope u like it!! and sorry if cyclop's one kinda sucks idk what to write for him.. im just gonna make reader gender neutral if thats okay with u :) ★

Goth Punks with a Cute Core/Pastel/Soft S/O

CASSANDRA►

Despite the obvious differences in both of your clothing styles, Cassandra thinks you look good. And cute ;)

I have a feeling she would take you clothes shopping once and a while, get you some nice pastel clothing! (so she could probably buy something like that for your birthday)

She'd talk about you to the rest of the Goth Punks, probably gushing over you.

I'd like to believe behind Cassandra's rough demeanor is a slightly more soft side to her!

With that said, despite her not really caring that much at first, now she really enjoys the type of fashion you partake in, she thinks you look stunning!

Though I don't think she would likely dress like that as well, not her style.

But overall, she loves the way you dress and won't let anyone tell you otherwise.

HANZOU►

HE LOVES IT!!!

Would compliment you endlessly, he thinks you looks adorable!

Would go out of his way to buy little cute trinkets to go with your clothes when he can. Would even make little bracelets so you two can match!! And even offers certain types of outfits for you wear!

He'd LOVE to try and match with you, he would look so different but silly in cute and pastel clothing >v<

Overall he thinks you looks like a total cutie ♥︎

CYCLOPS►

He'd be pretty curious about your style, if I were to think about it.

He'd try to suggest certain outfits for you to wear because he'd think you'd look nice in them!

A big sweetheart who like Hanzou, would get you little trinkets that match your style.

Overall, loves your style, very supportive [>_<]

ALUCARD►

I won't lie when I say he would be a bit confused at first.

He's been so used to being around Cassandra and the large amount of goth clothing styles the rest of the Goth Punks wore, so he was a bit thrown of by how different your own clothing style was.

Regardless, he thinks you look wonderful and would make sure you are aware of that.

Would probably try buying you something that you could try to wear with your clothes.

I don't think he would try matching with your style, the most you'll get it him wearing some pretty bracelet you got him, or if you manage to convince him, to wear cute little earrings.

Hanzou would be so confused when he finds Alucard with a handful of cute little ornaments and shiny bracelets.

Overall at first he would be confused, warms up to it and enjoys your soft style. He thinks it's cute!

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Well! That's the first request done! Really hope you like it (^_^;)

[lxdymoon0357]

Hi if it's okay can I please ask for a yandere Kosair with a Yuutsu darling and where she's friends with his sister and he slowly grows obsessed her and attached to her

(of-course, it was fun to write this!! Also apologies for the mistakes, I tried my best to find as much info about Yuutsu as possible!!)

Yandere! Kosair X Yuutsu (OC)! Reader

❀ You were a dressmaker in the Eastern empire, and your dresses were not a part of a huge showroom, but you just made a few dresses here and there for people and your prices depended on the materials of the dress, your dresses were silently famous and the words eventually received by the empress who needed a dress for a little get-away.

❀ She came to you, asked to make a dress and you did, and Navier enjoyed it…A LOT! It was comfortable, made her feel happy and pretty, and it was everything she wanted, she asked you to make more for her for different occasions and you agreed, you and her slowly in this way became friends.

❀ Navier would often get you to make dresses for her and her ladies-in-waiting or her nobility friends and she would often model it for you in a silent and modest manner, you quickly became one of her dearest friends whom she’d vent about all her problems to.

❀ Soon you met Kosair, who was the empress’s brother, and he looked identical to her!! You weren’t lying, he was adorable like his sister, but in an opposite manner, he was not afraid to hit a person who disrespected him unlike Navier who is very peculiar of her reputation, so it wasn’t hard to be friends with him as long as you don’t hurt Navier or anger him!!

❀ Slowly, slowly you also became very close with Kosair as he was more of an explorer he was always out and about and he visited you with some gifts or something to help you with your interests, he would also love it if you made him some clothing as well, he is obsessed with you after all!!

❀ And no, I’m not kidding when I say he’s OBSESSED with you…HE IS OBSESSED WITH YOU. You’re so sweet, soft and kind looking along with your pretty long pink hair, your creativeness and your two babies, who are kittens apparently!! He was ready to propose when he first saw you, no lie…

❀ He notices every little detail about you, like your light pink coloured nails, you relaxing more when it’s raining, the absurd amount of hair clips and ribbons for your hair, how you aren’t able to accept a gift because of your nervousness as you feel that you aren’t deserving of it, the pink and cute choker you always have around your neck for some reason…, the way your face turns red when you cry or blush even though you have a poker face on, the white, pink and black decorate which is spoopy; cute and spooky. And so much more, he has noticed!!

❀ Don’t worry! He won’t do anything rash, well not for a good long while, until someone decides to touch you or try to court you or try to be your suitor, they aren’t alive for long and are mostly beaten up and never found or accused of horrible crimes!! He has connections; he is a noble after all!!

❀ He is not gonna kidnap you, until he is sure you trust him a 100% and until you both are probably deep into a relationship, he is an impatient man but he will be patient and wait for the right for as LONG as possible if it’s for you!!

❀ He will make sure you have everything you want, Navier on the other hand is someone who contacts her brother with every problem you have, because she’s your best friend, she only wants what’s best for you and she wants to help solve any and every problem in your life!! And you fit perfectly with her brother; she WOULD LOVE TO HAVE YOU AS HER SISTER-IN-LAW!!

❀ He knows how much when a person makes dresses, they usually never get a pretty dress themselves by others, so he does exactly that, he buys you prettiest of dresses from different countries and with different fabrics, different styles, colours, patterns, dying techniques, etc. he is gonna make sure you’re gonna like them!! It’s just something he does; just don’t mind the tiny splatters of blood on some of them and by some of them I mean all of them…

[femwrldsstuff]

Clueless!

Ponyboy x fem!reader

I was hiding away with ponyboy and Johnny after johnny killed a Soc to save me and Ponyboy. Since I was involved, I stayed with pony and johnny. Me, ponyboy, and johnny here huddled together inside the church, asleep.

I woke up from a bad dream,breathing heavily.

Without making a sound,I stood up and walked out of the church.

These past days were hell for me,my routine was:cry,sleep,cry again and then fall asleep again.

Same cycle everyday.

And now it wasn't different,there wasnt one moment were i wasn't crying.

I was crying so much to the point they got annoyed by it.

But I knew they wouldn't admit it,or atleast I hoped so.

Suddendly I heard some noise from behind me,quickly wiping the tears off.

"It's not safe for you out here, we're still wanted, you have to come back in....."

Ponyboy mumbled half asleep.

I sighed and walked back in,Johnny was now awake,Ponyboy probably woke him up.

"Good, I was worried you would run aw-"

Johnny stopped mid sentence, once he saw your face, and the amount of tears that were streaming down your face.

"Have the tears stopped flowing for even a second?"

Ponyboy asked queitly.

I looked at him for a few seconds before hugging him,literally sobbing.

Ponyboy hugged me back, rubbing my back, trying to comfort me in some way.

Johnny sighed,sitting down.

My attention turned to Johnny for a few seconds but then quickly back to Ponyboy.

Johnny looked at me, he seemed to be getting annoyed from the constant sobbing.

Ponyboy, who was still hugging you, looked over at him, and shot him a don't you dare say anything about her crying look.

I burried my head in his chest,seeking for comfort.

Ponyboy continued to hug you he felt like nothing could go wrong if he could just keep hugging you the whole day.

Johnny walked over to the window, and started smoking again, now just staring out the window.

After a while I let go off him,sitting down in the corner.

I was thinking about Ponyboy,remembering how Cherry mentioned one or two times how she found him cute but I couldn't understand.

I hated it, and I hated her even more for that.

I mean,what is my problem?

Cherry is my pal.

I don't begrudge her a boyfriend.....

What does she want with Ponyboy anyway?

He dresses funny,he listens to complaint rock.

He's not even cute in a conventional way.

I mean,he's just this....slug.

Who hangs around the house all the time.

And he's a hideous dancer.

Couldn't take him anywhere.

"Wait a second,what am I stressing about?"

I thought to myself.

This is like,Ponyboy.

Okay,okay.

So he is kind of a Baldwin.

But what would he want with Cherry?

She couldn't make him happy.

Ponyboy needs someone with imagination,someone to take care of him.

Someone to laugh at his jokes,in case he ever makes any.

Then suddendly....

Oh,my God!

I love Ponyboy.

I am majorly,totally,butt crazy in love with Ponyboy!

But now I don't know how to act around him....

The day passed like crazy,soon enough we all fell asleep.

But I just couldn't,not when I was laying on the ground just a few inches away from him.

But he wasn't sleeping either,wich was good.

I looked at him....

All of a sudden I was all tense around him,there was no playfullness anymore.

Ponyboy noticed that,he thought you were mad at him....

"What's up with you?" Ponyboy asked.

"Nothin'." I answered shortly,i just couldn't be around him.

Ponyboy wasn't buying your explanation, you were always so bubbly and playful when you were with him, but now you were all tense, and reserved, there was something wrong, he was sure. He grabbed your hand and looked you directly in the eyes.

"Tell me what's wrong."

I blushed hardly and pulled my hand away "I need to take a breath...." I said,walking out the church.

Ponyboy got curious, he got curious as to why you pulled away, what was with that blush, and why the sudden mood shift... He got back up, and followed you out.

I sat down on the front porch.

He made sure the front door was closed, and sat next you, getting uncomfortably close to you, and getting so near your face, you could feel his breath on your skin.

"Tell me now."

I just couldn't,what if he didn't like me back?!

Of course he didn't....

I was freaking out that's for sure.

I loved him so much and I hated to lie to him.

But I kinda had to in this situation,it was a 50-50 chance here.

So I just decided to go for it....

I sighed "You know how much I hate when Cherry swoons over you?"

Ponyboy sat up, shocked, but relieved, this whole thing was just a girl having a crush on him. He leaned back, letting out a huge sigh, and looking at you.

"Yeah, I do remember, what about it?"

"Well,I kinda know why...." I mumbled.

Ponyboy was confused.

Ponyboy's face softened, and he had this slight smile on his face, he was just happy you didn't hate him.

"And why do you hate it?"

I sighed and leaned in,I did it,I kissed him!

Ponyboy wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back, and pulled you close. He kept kissing you for what felt like all eternity, his hands on your head, in your hair, on your back, rubbing, grabbing, squeezing, it felt so comfortable to be in his arms. You both fell onto his back, but he didn't let go of you, he just pulled you closer, wrapping himself around you.

After a bit we both pulled away....

I smiled "I love you Ponyboy Curtis."

"And I love you Y/N Y/L/N."

From the start,you were both cluelessly in love with eachother.

So....this was kind of a Clueless refference!

Hope y'all enjoyed!

[darksturnioloqueen]

TreeHouse Chapter 4

"A gentleman always pays for the date."

Summary: Sienna gets more than expected on her date with Matt.

"Don't let the pressure exceed the pleasure." 

⚠︎ This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have very descriptive moments of abuse. ⚠︎

Please Read At Your Own Risk.

⚠︎ Trigger Warnings: pressure to make out, rough Matt ⚠︎

Sienna's POV:

The basketball game tonight was on the outside courts because the weather was decent. Julia insisted I wear something super cute to impress Matt. I let Julia dress me up, unsure of what would impress Matt. She put me in the most uncomfortable skirt. The skin-tight long-sleeve shirt wasn't as bad, but the amount of cleavage it showed was unnecessary. The best part about the outfit was my black high-top boots. They were comfortable, and they were actually mine.

"I don't see Matt."

"Nick, either." AK was also looking.

"Are you sure you're not -"

"Everyone knows Nick is one inch taller than Matt." Both Julia and I stopped and looked at him with the same expression.

"Everyone?" We both said in unison.

"He's the oldest too. Did you know that?" He ignored our judgment.

"Anyways... Keep looking for Matt." We went back to searching for him. He seemed to be all about me, but Julia was all about finding him. He was cute, and Nick was cute. I didn't know either of them well, though, other than whatever rumors were spread around school that I chose to listen to.

"There they are." The pair walking in was like a movie scene. Almost everyone was watching them, and Nick slowly threw his head back in laughter while Matt had a hot smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The only thing missing was if people were taking pictures and flashing lights on them.

"Matt!" Julia was quick to get his attention in our direction. He head nodded at her, and she gasped.

"Julia, he's not a celebrity." Once he saw me standing in the bleachers next to her, he held up a single finger. I couldn't help but smile. He and Nick stood in the middle of the entryway with the concessions, talking for a minute, and then Nick headed to the stand while Matt headed towards us.

"Hey Sienna," he immediately grabbed me in a hug. His smell was fresh and clean, and I wondered what soap he used in the shower. I quickly reprimanded myself for being weird and broke the hug apart. "You look amazing," he looked me up and down. I suddenly felt self-conscious.

"Thank you." I blushed and looked down slightly, letting my hair cover it.

"Where is Nick?" AK wasn't subtle about his concerns.

"He is getting us all snacks. Might need help carrying them." Matt pointed over his shoulder with his thumb.

"Peace." AK started walking down the bleachers. The three of us sat down.

"So, you like basketball?" I asked Matt, trying to figure out something to talk about.

"Yeah, it's not bad. I could never play, though. I'm the worst." I giggled at his joke.

"I'm pretty good maybe I could teach you a thing or two?" I tried to be flirty. Having thee Matthew Sturniolo's attention was the best way to gain popularity in school. Not that I wanted it or cared but I knew Julia was hoping for a seat at the cool kids table so to speak.

"You play?" He leaned back to look at me.

"Yeah, I play a lot of sports." It was true. Whether I was good or not was a different story. I was pretty much mediocre at all of them except swimming. I have won a few awards from competitions at our school and outside organizations where I competed. Swimming was a freeing feeling. Being under the water, everything stopped.

"That's pretty cool." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and I saw Julia start to freak out. Nick and AK came back, holding everything haphazardly.

"Drinks. Candy. Popcorn." They started dishing it all out.

"You didn't have to buy us anything." I started saying.

"Of course I did. A gentleman always pays for the date." He smirked that intoxicating smirk.

"Date?" Julia whispered behind us while looking at AK.

"Thank you, Matt. That's so sweet of you." I glared at her since she wasn't very quiet. The game started, and Matt paid more attention to that than me. I wasn't complaining, though; his attention made me nervous. He stood up and cheered when someone's shot went in. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom." I stood up and looked behind me at Julia. She nodded and stood up to come with me.

"He is so into you." She gushed as soon as we were further down the bleachers.

"I know, but... why?" I asked, holding the door for her.

"You are so cool and hot. Maybe Ms. Williams did you a favor." She had a smug grin.

"I still hate you for that."

"Hey, Matt doesn't seem to mind," she winked as she came out of the stall. As we washed our hands, I looked at myself in the mirror. I just didn't feel like myself. I felt like I was forcing it, whatever it was. "Coming?" she asked by the door. I looked down at the water running over my fingers, with no visible soap left.

"Yeah. I'll be out in a minute." I forced a smile. I dried my hands and scrolled ConNext. I let out a sigh and smiled at myself one time in the mirror. Matt was so attractive that there was no point in being with me, but we would see how the night went. I pushed the door open and started walking down between the brick wall and the gate around the sports complex.

"Hey." Matt approached me, meeting me in the middle.

"Hi." I smiled and flipped my hair over my shoulder.

"You enjoying the game?" He looked fidgety.

"Uh, yeah." I lied. I didn't really enjoy watching it as much as I did playing it, and I couldn't stop wondering why he was suddenly showing interest in me the whole time, so I was just distracted all around. "What about you?"

"It's good. Wish we could talk more." He leaned back against the wall.

"About what?" I asked, skeptical.

"Just in general. I wanna talk about anything." He shrugged.

"Okay, let's start with why you are suddenly interested in me." The words left my mouth before I could make them sound flirtatious.

"Oh." He straightened up. "I guess I always kinda had eyes for you. You're really nice, and I like your style." He looked me up and down and wasn't afraid to make it obvious. I felt my cheeks get hot at his actions.

"Really?" I asked, a little shocked. I had no idea I had been on his radar for a while or even at all.

"Of course." He stepped closer to me and tugged me into him. "Why not?" He whispered. He pulled me into him, and I didn't hesitate. I felt his lips press on mine, and I melted into the touch. He was definitely experienced. His motions were swift and sensual. He moaned a little as his long fingers worked their way down into my skirt from my hips.

"No." I pushed back a little. He gripped me and pulled me in. Gripping me tightly.

"No?" He asked, looking into my eyes. His eyes gave me that sense of comfort again, but I knew my own personal boundaries.

"N.. no..." I stuttered. I was sure of my answer but unsure of his harsh actions holding me still.

"Come on." He started sucking on my neck, and his fingers played with my underwear band.

"No, Matt." I pushed myself off of him again. I made it free from his grip and marched back to Julia. Matt wasn't far behind me.

"Hey." She was unaware of what had happened. Matt awkwardly put his arm around my shoulder again, holding me close to him. I didn't want to ruin the mood for the rest of the game, so I didn't say anything then, but I planned on telling her everything tomorrow.