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You Give Me Fever

I'm baaaaaa~aaaack

Pairing: Sir Crocodile x Fem!reader

Summary: Coming back from a night out, the kids are asleep, the sitter is paid, and you're ready for bed, but your husband wants something else. And Sir Crocodile always gets what he wants.

CW: MDNI (18+), breeding kink (kinda), rough sex, Croc is demanding but you know you love it, blowjobs, mirror sex, fingering, penetrative sex, talk of pregnancy and impregnation

Tags: @fanaticsnail, @i-am-vita, @gingernut1314

Alternate ending can be found here.

You sit at the vanity mirror, carefully removing your earrings and necklace before moving on to the many, many pins that hold your hair in place. You let out a sigh as you clink one after another into the gold tray on the counter. The older you got, the more obnoxious you found galas and other social events to be. 

You hear your husband's heavy footsteps as he enters the bedroom.

"Tearing off your feathers already, little bird?" he teases, watching you in the mirror.

He's dressed in a tailored suit of his signature green, dark hair swept back from his handsome face. Small streaks of silver have appeared in the years you've been together, but you find it only makes him look more dashing.

You remove what finally feels like the last pin and shake out your hair.

"There's just so much," you say with a sigh. "And my things aren't designed for comfort, unlike yours."

He lays his hands on your shoulders, softly pushing down the straps of your matching gold and green dress.

"You know I always prefer you undressed," he says, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

You roll your eyes despite the smile on your lips.

"Are the girls asleep?" you ask, beginning to remove your makeup as he makes a trail of kisses down your throat.

"Safe and sound," he mumbles between kisses.

"And the sitter?"

He sighs and backs away, holding up his hands.

"In one piece and well-paid. I was the perfect, non-threatening gentleman," he replies, feigning innocence.

"Mm-hmm," you hum, unconvinced, brushing out your locks.

You swear your husband has chased away more babysitters than Marines at this point. No one was ever good enough to watch over his girls.

You're so lost in your thoughts that the sudden sweep of strong arms around your middle genuinely surprises you, and you let out a yelp. 

Crocodile nuzzles the nape of your neck, his good hand tightly gripping your waist as his hook travels down to the hem of your dress and slowly begins to pull it upward.

"Let's have another baby," he purrs in your ear, voice low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine.

He lays more kisses on your shoulders, occasionally nipping at the skin.

"Two isn't enough?" you say with a laugh. You've had this discussion before, several times, in fact. In a surprising turn of events, your husband, former warlord of the seas, famed pirate and mercenary, a cold-blooded killer, has the worst case of baby fever you've ever seen.

"There could never be enough of you in this world, little bird," he said, deftly unzipping your gown.

"What about you?" you ask. "They're half yours."

He shrugs, sliding the garment from your shoulders. You let him because there's no stopping him when he gets this way.

"The world could use a bit more of me," he says with a grin before placing a slow, firm bite on your neck.

You let out a low moan, reaching back to pull him closer, tangling your fingers in his hair.

"I don't know if the world can handle it," you tease.

"But you can," he replies. "You are *very* good at handling me, aren't you, little bird?"

He guides your hand to rest on the bulge in his slacks. You can't help the blush that creeps across your cheeks when you feel his thick heat against your palm.

"I suppose I could always use a little more practice," you reply, leaning your head against his chest to look up at him through fluttering lashes.

He lets out a sound between a growl and a laugh. Placing his cigar in the nearby ashtray, he plants a hand on either side of you, gazing at you through the mirror once more.

"I'm going to fuck you in front of this mirror," he informs you. "You need to see for yourself how good you look on my cock."

He reaches around your front to tease your nipples, drawing a whine from your throat.

"Would you like that, little bird?" he asks, giving one of your nipples a slow pull with his good hand.

"Mmhmmm, very much," you murmur, arching into his touch, your growing arousal turning your thoughts hazy.

You stand up, kicking your dress to the side as it slides to the floor.

Crocodile slides onto the bench and pats his lap with a wolfish grin. You give him a coy smile in return, twining your arms around his neck as you straddle one of his thighs. He pulls you in for a deep kiss, and you sigh as he slips his tongue past your lips. His hook ghosts up your spine, and you grind against his leg in response. He smirks against your lips and lifts his leg just slightly to give you more friction. You moan as you feel the thick cord of muscle push against your core.

He leaves a trail of kisses along your jaw.

"Panties off. Now," he growls in your ear.

Against all common sense, you decide you want to rile him up a bit further. 

Locking eyes with him, you pull back, defiantly continuing to roll your hips. Dampness seeps from between your legs, spotting onto the leg of his trousers.

"I never liked this pair anyway," you tease.

He quirks an eyebrow at you.

"Someone's getting cheeky."

With expert precision, he loops his hook through the legs of your panties and pulls hard. The fabric bunches, pressing firmly against your clit. With his hand, he gives one of your nipples a sharp twist. You gasp and writhe in his clutches, squirming with growing need.

"I know how much you like being put in your place, little bird," he growls.

A well-practiced swipe, and he rips the underwear from you.

"And how much I enjoy putting you there."

Crocodile crashes his lips against yours in a fierce kiss, fisting your hair tightly in his fingers. You lean into him, nails running down his back as you deepen the kiss. His hook gently catches around your thigh as his hand slides down your side and slaps your ass.

"Get on your knees for me, darling," he orders against your lips. 

You give him another quick kiss with a drag at his lip before complying.

Settling between his legs on the floor, you softly nuzzle the inside of his thigh, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes. 

At one point, his massive presence overwhelmed you, scared you even, but now, after so many years at his side, it just felt like home -- safe, protected and cherished.

"I'll never get tired of this view," he says, stroking his thumb over your cheek. You melt into his touch, savoring the moment of tenderness. With a nod, he gives you the signal to go ahead. 

Crocodile's cock is thick and heavy in your hands. A thick stream of precum leaks from his flushed tip. You lap it up, enjoying the salty taste on your tongue before taking what you can in your mouth. He lets out a long, contented sigh as you begin bobbing up and down on him. 

Usually, your husband was one for order and neatness, but when it came to blowjobs, the messier, the better. 

You don't hold back as you slurp at his cock, drool running down the sides of your mouth as you firmly pump the base of his shaft with your hands.

"Fuck..." he groans. "That's my girl, show me how much you love sucking me off."

You can't help but wiggle your hips at his words. His dirty talk and the hunger in his words always left you dripping.

You pull back, running your tongue over his weeping slit with a playful wink. He hisses and forces you back on his length, gagging you a bit as he hits the back of your throat. He firmly guides you up and down his length until tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and your jaw begins to complain at the prolonged stretch. You give a soft whimper, and he pulls you off, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. 

"I shouldn't be wasting it in your mouth anyway," he says, offering you a hand and gingerly pulling you to your feet. 

He lays siege to your neck and chest, his mouth hot against you as he bites, licks and sucks his way across your skin. 

"Croc," you moan as he sucks on your nipple, teasing it lightly with his teeth. 

He slips his hand between your legs, teasing along your slit with the lightest touch.

"Touch me, please," you whine. "I need to feel you." 

If you could drown in the sensation of his skin on yours, you gladly would. 

"But I am touching you," he teases.

You shake your head, attempting to get more friction from his fingers, but he keeps pulling away. You let out a frustrated cry.

"Tell me what you want, little bird," he says, his hook lazily tracing along the curves of your ass.

"For the love of god, please put your fingers inside me," you all but snap.

"Demanding," he tuts before plunging two fingers deep within you.

You choke out a gasp, knees threatening to give as he takes up a ruthless pace. The sloppy sounds between your legs echo through the room as he thrusts into you, curling his hand to hit your sweet spot, his thumb grinding mercilessly against your clit.

"Should I make you come once on my hand just to remind you who's in charge, little bird?" he asks with his characteristic sly grin, his hooked arm coiling around your waist to keep you supported. 

You can already feel your orgasm growing, and while it would feel nice, you know the feeling of his cock is so much sweeter.

You shake your head, biting back another groan as he changes up the rhythm of his fingers, massaging against your walls in steady circles.

"Please fuck me," you whine.

"You want me to put another baby in you, love?" he growls. 

His pupils are blown wide, gaze fixed intently on you. You know he's only moments from pouncing on you and taking what's his. It makes your blood run hot and your body shiver. Nothing matters outside of this moment as your vision narrows down to chasing your pleasure.

"Breed me, baby, please," you beg.

He snarls before pulling you in for another kiss—messy, chaotic and passionate—all the things he hides under that cool, calm exterior. Only you get to see this side of him. Only you can make him unravel in this way.

"Turn around," he spits, flipping you around to face the mirror.

You look a mess: hair askew, makeup smeared, eyes glassy and skin flushed. His large hands knead the flesh of your hips and belly, eyes raking over every inch of you.

"Gonna fill you up again. You were so beautiful when you were pregnant, such delicious curves."

He paws at you with a guttural sound, voice thick with desire and fraying control.

You can't help but look away with a blush. The truth is, pregnancy has changed you, inside and out. Since your daughters were born, you felt like you'd been stuffed into a stranger's body. Everything worked a little differently than it did before. It was one of the reasons you were hesitant to have another child. You just felt less desirable. Cool metal kisses against your skin as Crocodile turns your gaze back to the mirror.

"You are the most beautiful thing in this world," he whispers in your ear, eyes holding yours in the reflection. Reflexively, you try to look away again, but the side of his hook presses firmly against your cheek, holding you still.

"Say it," Crocodile growls, nuzzling your neck.

"I-I am...the most beautiful thing in this world," you squeak out.

He smiles against your skin.

"Did you think I'd settle for anything less?" 

The words pull a small smile to your lips.

"Of course not."

He whisks you into his lap with ease.

"Look how wet you are for me," he says, spreading your legs in front of the mirror. 

Your cheeks burn as you take in the sight before you. The insides of your thighs are soaked with arousal. Crocodile nudges your red and swollen lips apart with his fingers to reveal your dripping, wanting hole.

His thick cock is positioned just below you, slick with a mix of precum and saliva. You panic for a moment, trying to find the best way to hold on before settling with one hand on his forearm and the other wrapped behind his neck.

You can only watch as his fat length pushes into you, stretching you in the most delicious way. By all accounts, he shouldn't fit, but you watch in amazement as his considerable cock completely sheathes itself within you. You feel his tip bully your cervix, your walls fluttering around his intrusion in response. 

As soon as he's all the way in, he's fucking you, hips bucking up into your core, his strong arms holding you open for him, bouncing you along his length. 

Your gaze is fixated on the spot where your bodies join, watching his rapid thrusts fill you over and over again. 

"See how good you fit me," he says roughly, eyes boring into your stretching core. "You were made to take me, little bird."

He lifts you off his length; for a moment, you can see the gaping emptiness his cock leaves behind before he slams back into you. He does it again and again. You moan, crying out his name like a prayer, writhing in his iron grasp. 

"Touch yourself," he snarls.

You obediently place your fingers on your clit, moving in rapid circles. Your breath hitches at the increased sensation.

"Close, m'getting close," you pant, feeling your body begin to tense at the oncoming release. Crocodile increases his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK--" you scream, fingers rubbing messily at your clit as your orgasm overtakes you. Your head rolls back, breath snatched from your lungs. Something warm shoots between your fingers, and you realize you're squirting. 

"Fuck," your husband hisses before throwing you over the vanity. His hips slam into yours a handful more times before he spills deep inside you with a low growl. The sensation almost makes you come again.

Bottles and compacts are scattered across the counter as you lay there panting, still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm. Soft kisses start across your back as a thumb rubs circles into your hip bone.

"So good for me, darling," Crocodile grumbles, burying his face in your hair. 

"Is this why you wanted to leave the party early?" you huff with a laugh. 

His only response is a hum and kiss.

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I mean.. sure, Sylus is hot.

But when Rafayel said he's fully aware that the ultimate symbol of devotion is giving himself completely and, as he put it, allowing himself to be trapped,

it was just the sexiest thing ever.

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This is my favorite manga panel:

Ran’s all like…

“oh really?” WHAMM

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guys hear me out

AM I ONTO SOMETHING????

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"Sung Junwoo is the hottest character in solo leveling" NO YOU'RE WRONG. THIS MAN IS THE HOTTEST CHARACTER IN SOLO LEVELING

Like this man was grieving but I just wanted him to [redacted] me till I'm [redacted] and [redacted].

Manager Chairman Woo Jinchul could crush my head with those arms

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askjdnaklsdnasjkdnas goddamnnnn you can’t do this to me

and its not even coming to global yet argghhhh i want them so bad

look at my boys!! and they have a special action together!!

I WILL GIVE YOU MONEY GAME JUST GIB

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𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎.

𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎… 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕.

If you would have told anyone in Toman that Mitsuya would be the first guy to actually get a date with a girl they would be pissing in their pants laughing at you. Except Takemichi.

"You've got to be shitting me, right?" Draken snickered, slapping Mitsuya's shoulder as he sewed the final touches into his jacket for the infamous date. The grey haired boy was surrounded by Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu and Takamichi as Mikey tinkered with his bike.

"I'm serious," Mitsuya said with a smirk, looking up at his taller friend. "She even asked me out."

"Bullshit," Chifuyu snorted.

"Why's it so hard to believe?" Takemichi asked, leaning over Mikey as he tinkered with his bike. "Mitsuya seems like he'd be better with girls then any of us."

"Except Mitsuya hasn't had a girlfriend, or even hooked up with a girl," Draken chuckled, leaning over his friend in question with a teasing smirk.

"Neither have you," Mitsuya shot back with an equally teasing smirk of his own.

"That's by choice for me," Draken shrugged, standing up fully.

"Plus, Draken's got Mikey," Chifuyu teased. "I don't think he'd have enough time for a girlfriend."

The other's couldn't help but laugh, except for Mikey, who pouted from his spot beside the bike. "Kenny doesn't need a girlfriend, he's got Emma," he pouted, wacking Takemichi with his wrench.

"Hey! What'd I do!" Takemichi yelped, hopping around comically and holding his calf.

The boys continued to laugh at their friend's antics before Mitsuya felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out and flipped it open, only to see a message from none other than the girl in question.

"Is that her?" Chifuyu asked, hovering behind to older boy, trying to peak at his phone.

"You're almost as bad as my little sisters," Mitsuya scoffed, pushing Chifuyu away with a teasing scowl.

"Tell her to come here," Draken smirked. "So we can see this girl for ourselves."

Mitsuya scoffed at his friend but smiled softly. It'd be nice for him to show you off, give him an excuse to gloat in front of his friends. "Alright, I will," he said to himself before sending you the location.

"Let's pretend you do actually have a date," Chifuyu said, leaning on the bike. Mikey sent him a scowl, making Chifuyu quickly back off with a flushed face. "How'd you meet her?"

"Sewing club," he stated simply, going back to his jacket. "She needed an outfit for a date or something and asked for some pointers. Then she asked me on the date."

"Wow, bold girl," Takemichi mumbled slightly. "Reminds me of Hina." He stared into the distance with a far off grin. Chifuyu quickly smacked him upside the head with a bored expression.

"Speak of the devil," Mitsuya mumbled, smirking at something in the distance. The boys followed his gaze to see a girl running up to the small group. She wore a bright grin and a dazzling outfit, assumingly the one Mitsuya was previously talking about.

"You've got to be shitting me," Draken repeated, shaking his head with his arms crossed over his chest. You were fucking stunning.

"Hey," Mitsuya said, standing as you approached the ground.

"Hey Taka," you said with a wide grin. Your eyes fell to his jacket. "Woah- did you do the embroidery?" you asked with wide eyes, gently picking up the fabric.

"Just finished it," Mitsuya responded with a small smile.

"Amazing work, as always," you said with a small grin of your own. You looked over his shoulder at the gaping gang members. "Oh, hello!"

"You've got to be shitting me!" Chifuyu exclaimed, making you chuckle awkwardly.

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry about them," Mitsuya said, sending his friends a small smirk. "My friends are just surprised."

"Oh," you said, smiling once more. "Hi Taka's friends!"

They all waved awkwardly at you, still in disbelief.

"So, ready to go?" you asked, turning your attention to Mitsuya.

"Yeah, you good with a motorcycle?" Mitsuya asked, pointing over his shoulder at his bike. Mikey stood from his place on the ground and wiped the sweat from his head.

"Mhm!" You wandered to the motorcycle, waiting patiently for Mitsuya.

"Told ya," he mumbled to his friends with a smirk before wandering to the bike with you.

"You've got to be shitting me!" Chifuyu yelled once more as the couple drove away.

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The Arrangement

Summary: You managed to convince Astarion not to go through with the rite of profane ascension. He remains a vampire spawn, and you now offer your blood from time to time to help with his sanguine hunger until a solution is found.

Even though you had both decided to stay as friends back in Moonrise Towers, lines begin to blur once more as other cravings come to the surface… and things with Astarion are seldom uncomplicated.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Rating: Explicit/18+

Setting: Canon compliant. Post-endgame.

Warnings (will be added as the series progresses): Blood drinking. Pining. Biting. Sexual tension. Mentions of past abuse. Explicit smut.

Chapter 1 - Bloodlust

Chapter 2 - In Between

Chapter 3 - Inconvenience

Chapter 4 - Solution

Chapter 5 - Confrontation

Chapter 6 - Broken

Chapter 7 - Tension

Chapter 8 - Revelations

Chapter 9 - The Arrangement

Chapter 10 - A New Way

Chapter 11 - First Light

Chapter 12 - In the Beginning

Chapter 13 - Tempest

Chapter 14 - Trance

Chapter 15 - Acquaintances

Masterlist . AO3 (cross-posted there)

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He’s cute when he gets that look in his eye 🥰

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“Do you know how hard it’s been for me to contain myself?”

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So... I started playing Baldur's Gate 3...

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Protect You Always

pairing : cloud strife x (fem) reader

summary: tifa is sure that cloud has feelings for you. so sure that she accidentally makes you confess.

warnings: none :)

“Could you go run errands with Cloud today?” Tifa held her hands out to you, mock pleas all over her face. 

“Huh? Why me? Why can’t you?” She backed away, turning to concoct another drink up for you, loosening you up to ask for her favour most likely. 

“Sure I could. But..he seems to have taken a liking to a certain mercenary sitting at my bar.” Suddenly your drink caught in your throat. With flushed cheeks you moved your almost empty cup up to your lips to hide your face as much as possible from anybody listening in. That was crazy. Cloud didn’t feel anything for anybody, except maybe…you thought for Tifa? With her back still turned she let out a small laugh, and you could feel the smile burning on her face. 

“That’s not funny Tifa.” Quickly she turned to face you, startling you enough to set your drink down onto the surface of the bar, as she pointed an accusatory finger at you. 

“And I’m not joking. It’s so obvious. He is the nicest to you out of all of us,” she turned to grab the drink and then returned to hand it to you, “Plus he does literally everything you ask him to for FREE, you think he does that to all of us? No way.” If you thought about it long enough, she might be right. You could think of a couple examples of Cloud maybe showing you a little more attention then the rest of the group. 

He had walked you home from the bar almost every night for the past year that you had known him. Without fail. Without asking. “Girls like you shouldn’t walk around at night by themselves, it’s not safe.”

“I’m completely capable of walking myself home Cloud”.

“I know”

You would have a little too much to drink or none at all, completely sober and capable of walking yourself down the short street of the slums to your apartment. Didn’t matter, he was still walking you home. 

Cloud had never once used the excuse that it was because he lived right above you, and even if he had you would be able to easily tell he was lying because he wouldn’t go home after dropping you at yours. 

There was even that one time where you laid your head down on the surface of the bar for five minutes and had woken up in your bed the next morning unsure of how you had even got there, perhaps Cloud avoiding you the next day had nothing to do with that. 

Sometimes, when a guy would shoot an inappropriate comment in your direction, Cloud’s cheekbones would become more prominent. Why was he clenching his jaw? And why did he suddenly seem all pouty? You never paid much attention to them anyways and carried on with your day without being bothered by a sleazy guy in the street. Maybe it was simply coincidence that Cloud would always disappear for a couple hours after, without a good excuse or just leaving with a prompt, “I’ll see you later, I have something to take care of.”  

However those guys did seem to always end up coming to you with some sort of apology later that day or even the next, roughed up and clearly not there out of free will. 

And when you would ask him to do certain things for you that somebody had asked of him the same day. Tifa was right, he never asked you for payment, you couldn’t even remember a time he had accepted payment from you.. Every time you tried to pay him he refused it, pushing it back towards you. “Let's count it as a favor and say you owe me one.” Your face would scrunch up in annoyance but it would fade just as quickly as it had appeared when a barely noticeable smile would upturn Cloud's lips and his eyes would brighten the smallest bit.

“Who knew someone could have such a nice smile when they're all moody and scary all the time.”

“You think I’m scary?” Cloud seemed to make a habit out of smiling around you after that day. 

The sound of Tifa’s soft laughter had brought you back to the conversation happening in front of you, her eyes were staring into yours and you could feel your cheeks warm at her catching you daydreaming. 

“Thinking about Cloud?” You opened your mouth to retort but another voice interrupted you before you could. 

“Who’s thinking about me?” You were mortified, spinning in your chair to see Cloud approaching the bar, most likely coming to collect Tifa for their run to see who needed help. A job that you, unfortunately, had forgotten before he had made his presence known. 

“Just your favourite girl seated at my bar.” Tifa gleamed, grin wide and it only grew wider when she looked between your faces. You were flushed, embarrassed, eyes full of maybe anger and a want to hide from the earth. Cloud tried to be stoic, but he gave away his true feelings by the obvious pink tint to his cheeks and the way his mouth opened as he looked towards you. Words caught in both of your throats.

“I won’t be going with you today because I have some extra stuff to do around the bar. Is it okay if y/n goes in my place?”

“Uhhh..” Clouds hesitation made you want to crumble into a ball. If Tifa was right , and he did like you, then why wouldn’t he say yes right away? 

“I don’t have to, honestly! I can finish up for you here Tifa!” She’s shot daggers into you with her eyes.

“We’ll whoever’s coming with me, make it quick.” He stared between the two of you, face blank , before turning to go outside. You turned back to look at Tifa not waiting to hear the door close.

“What the hell are you trying to do?” It was your turn to shoot daggers into Tifa. 

“Just go with him, why is it any different than any other time?” In her hands she held a dirty class, wiping it down with a washcloth cloth as she spoke to you.

“Because Tifa now you’ve put this stupid idea in my head that maybe, and that’s a pretty big maybe, Cloud Strife might be feeling the same things I do.” She looked at you, concern rolling around in her eyes, and she looked like she was about to speak but you cut her off. 

“No. Seriously Tifa, I’m tired of you making it seem like me and Cloud might ever be anything other than co-workers. I can’t keep getting my hopes up over the same guy, and you're really not helping.” Her face was soft now, eyes full of pity before they shuffled towards the door. 

“What’s that look for?” You turned your body to follow her eyes. It occurred to, when you met his wide eyes, that you had not actually heard Cloud leave the bar. 

“I’ll be waiting..uhh..outside.” Cloud let out an awkward, silence breaking cough before letting himself out the door. 

“You are joking. This isn’t real. That didn’t happen. Why’d you let me spew like that?”

“I tried to stop you!” Before you could get any angrier at her she took your hands in hers and spoke before you. “I know that right now, in your head, the whole world just crumbled around you. But you should’ve seen the way Clouds face lit up. It was subtle but it was there.”

You went to speak but her finger met your lips. “Trust me. Go with him, and talk to him about this. Do not leave it.”

A sigh left your lips, tickling her finger enough to pull it away from yours lips, “What if you're wrong Tifa?” 

“If I’m wrong, free drinks for a year AND I’ll take over for you on every job with Cloud.” You gave her a somber nod and slipped from the barstool, dragging your feet out the door. 

Just as he had said he would be, Cloud stood not far from the door. From where you stood, and you weren’t entirely certain if you were seeing it right, but his cheeks seemed to be gleaming with an unfamiliar red color. As the door closed behind you, Cloud looked over, trying to hide the color blooming on his face. 

“Let’s go, I wanna get this done before the sun goes down.” He moves down the stairs quickly before you even get a chance to respond and your heart sinks but you follow after him anyways, heart in your stomach. 

The whole ordeal took the two of you maybe an hour and a half, but it felt much much longer. Silence overtook the two of you, both of you being much too stubborn to say the first word, so you worked in complete silence. 

When the job was done you almost slumped over in relief, but your heart had been sinking farther and farther in your body the longer it went on, and it was starting to affect you. 

“Hey Cloud,” the first words spoken between you for the last two hours, “I’m gonna head home if you don’t need anything else.” You couldn’t even hold eye contact, embarrassment burning your face. 

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” You looked up to where his mako tainted eyes were already burning into you, “But I’m still going to. We need to talk.” And with the words, you were sure you could throw up, heart fully sunk now. 

What was there to talk about? How he didn’t feel the same and Tifa had been leading you astray for months?

You walked silently beside him, skin crawling as you waited for him to say something. 

“I don’t think you’re getting your hopes up.” Hesitating, you looked up from your feet and tried to scan his face, but he was glued forwards. 

“What?”

“C’mon don’t make me repeat it. You’re a smart girl, are you gonna wait for me to spell it out?”  He shot a glance towards you and you were sure you saw it. He was red. Definitely not as red as you but the color was there!

Your heart returned back to your chest, almost tripping over your feet as you followed his quick pace. He was a man on a mission, always, and his steps were so hard to match.  “Oh!”

He didn’t say anything for the rest of the walk but he did ensure that you got up to your apartment safely.

“Would you come in for a second?” Cloud hesitated but he followed, closing the door behind him before standing awkwardly with his arms crossed. 

You sat on your bed and tried to think of the right words to say.

“I’m sure that Tifa has made it pretty obvious that I have ..romantic.. feelings for you.” Sitting down on the bed was the wrong move, you felt so much smaller than usual looking up at him, and his attention fully on you wasn’t helping much. 

“No kidding.” He rolled his eyes but let a small chuckle leave his lips. Cloud was usually so stoic, so serious, and you loved how he was never like that with you. It put a smile on your face. 

“Listen y/n,” Cloud moved towards you to sit on the bed beside you, closer than you would’ve expected from him, “I do feel the same.” A wide smile broke out on your face. his expression remained the same. 

“But you have to understand something.” And the smile flew from your face. Cloud was now showing emotion, his hand flying to your cheek, with concern flooding his eyes. 

“No. Don’t be sad,” His thumb rubbed soft circles against your skin and you weren’t even sure if he was consciously doing it, “I don’t want you to be in danger if we do this. I care about you and if people know that, you could be used to get to me. I can’t do that to you.”

You placed your hand on top of his, his thumb stopping its movement when you made contact, your other hand reaching for the one resting in his lap. “For you, I can be okay with that.”

“I don’t want you getting hurt, ever.” 

“Hey! I can handle myself pretty well, you know,” His face was still so serious, and it was making you nervous, “Besides I have my own personal bodyguard.” You pushed his shoulder gently, and a small smile broke out on his face. 

“Cloud?"

"Hm?"

"Could I..kiss you?” His mouth opened slightly, but he only nodded. 

Gently, you placed your hands on the sides of his face and pulled him in until he was close enough. His lips brushed against yours and they parted just a little more, you froze in front of him in a moment of flustered hesitation. Cloud took his chance in that moment and pushed his lips onto yours, still holding your cheek in his large, rough hand. 

It was quiet and you would’ve felt nervous, if it wasn’t for Cloud’s hands on your skin keeping you so stuck in the monet, and his surprisingly soft lips still held against you.

When he pulled away, his face was still centimeters from your face with your lips still touching slightly, and you almost crumbled from looking into his blown out eyes. You were certain that you looked the same way, your pupils always seemed to be huge when you looked at him anyways. 

“I promise I will always protect you.”

“Always?” His hand found yours, holding your fingers within his own, as gently as he could.

“Forever and always.”

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WHISPERED PROMISES—S. SHINICHIRO

જ⁀➴ synopsis: you meet shinichiro one day when he’s working in his shop. you’re sweet, nice and there’s an obvious tension between you two. you feel like a teenager with the way he’s making you nervous, but you accept to go on a date with him. things only get better from there.

જ⁀➴ content warning: so much fluff i almost cried, fem!reader, you and shin have the biggest crush on each other, he’s so sweet and respectful, eventual smut, mentions of a breeding kink, protected sex, fingering, oral (fem! receiving), pussy whipped shinichiro, dirty talk, lots of kisses, shin has a big dick<3 

જ⁀➴word count: 7,9k (lord have mercy)

જ⁀➴note: a great thank you to @mztoman  for commissioning me again!! I got so carried with this fic, the plot was just so good!! 

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Working on weekends was Shinichiro’s least favorite thing about his job. He tried his best to make it a good experience, he really did, but he was tired from a long week of working eight hours a day (and sometimes more when there was an emergency). And so, small things got on his nerves.

His lunchbox wouldn’t open, he forgot to pack chopsticks with him, he forgot to put water in his mini-fridge, the air conditioner was barely working—good lord, he was getting so annoyed.

Ring!

Oh great, a customer visiting when he was at his wits ends. Shinichiro stands up from his crouching position next to the bike he was working on. He grabs the rug that was attached to his pants and wipes his hands. He was expecting the usual type of customers; rude, stubborn, the know-it-all who tried to explain to him his own job and how it’s done. All in all, unlikeable.

Though, he is pleasantly surprised when he finds a girl standing at the door, looking around his shop with heart eyes. You looked so lost in your thoughts, your hands gripping your hand bag so tightly (from nervousness? Shinichiro wasn’t sure). Your stance was polite, and you looked in awe at his work. Maybe working today wasn’t such a bad idea if his first customer of the day is someone like you.

He brushes off the thoughts, telling himself that you looked young—no, way too young for someone like him. Plus, he wasn’t exactly the luckiest with girls. He’s had his fair share of hookups, tried to be in relationships, but things just never worked out for him.

He rolls his shoulders as he approaches you, greeting you with a wave. He was tall, had a smile that had you feeling a little dizzy—good god, this man was attractive. Whether it be the way he carried himself, or how he wiped the dirt off his hands, you could tell that he was hardworking and truly loved his job.

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Paradise Kiss anime (2005, Yazawa Ai) Jouji “George” Koizumi and Yukari Hayasaka

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