#he thinks she's so cute and smart i bet and he loves her smile

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i promise i'll make a thread out of the last meme i sent for lorenzo and red but also [X] for them

📸 a peek into lorenzo rossi's phone ft. red ryding.

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Thinking about Isagi Yoichi, the hero of Japan and biggest egoist on the field, being a complete loser when it comes to the girl he likes.

Like, he may insult the opposing team's players (and even his own teammates sometimes!) in the field, but gets all red and stutters when he needs to talk to you.

Isagi Yoichi who is absolutely delusional. If he holds a conversation with you for more than 5 minutes, you can bet he's gonna think about it during THE WHOLE WEEK. His friends can't escape his feelings either: he's always talking about you or associating things with you. Like: "Oh, she would like this!" Or "You guys won't believe it: we talked for almost 10 minutes today!" Please save Hiori and Bachira. They can't take it anymore. (Well, Bachira doesn't really care, but Hiori is really almost losing his shit.)

This absolute dork would listen to love songs while thinking about you and then get all blushy after, hugging a pillow while stuffing his red face on it and everything. And heaven forbids anyone enters his room after you compliment him! He's kicking his feet, screaming, crying and laughing all at the same time. SPECIALLY if it's a compliment regarding his football abilities. Say something along the lines of "That goal today was amazing, Yoichi! It was such a smart play!" and he's melting and thinking about it through the whole month.

Speaking of football, he'd LOVE to see you in his soccer games/practices cheering loudly for him. I mean, he's already absolutely smitten for you, but seeing you there screaming because of his goal or smiling because of a play he made just makes his obsession love for you grow 10 times bigger!!

He'd even ask his mom for advice on what to say to you! She thinks it's cute her little boy is growing up (even though he's already 17), so she tries to help him the best she can. But there's just so much mama can do. He tries to follow her teachings, but, as I said before, always stutters and trips over his words, which makes him feel really stupid and almost give up on love, since it's a "very hard and painful feeling that just hurts people" (his words).

When he finally musters up the courage to ask you out on a date (after a lot of insistence from Hiori, who is just really tired from all of this), he wants it all to go perfect. He has it all pictured in his head: he'll ask you to meet him in the back of the school after extracurricular activities so he can ask you out. He'll have flowers and everything, and then he'll say that speech he spent the last 14 days memorizing. You'll say yes with a smile in you face (he's already blushing just from imagining your smile, he really is down bad) and then you'll live your happilly ever after together.

Spoiler alert: nothing went as planned. First, the letter he wrote asking you to meet him in the back of the school got wet because he accidentally spilt water on it. So, he had to make a half-assed substitute letter to put in your desk.

Second, he forgot soccer leaves people all stinky. So, at the end of practice, he had to choose between taking a shower and showing up all drenched and late and showing up sweaty and smelly. He choose the former, after all, showing up late but presentable is better than showing up early but looking like you got shit on by a racoon.

Third, when he finally got there (you were almost leaving, thank God he caught you just in time!) and apologized for being late, he gave you the flowers. He thought nothing else could go wrong, but things can always get worse than they already are. But I don't blame him for not knowing that things could, in fact, get worse: how was he supposed to guess there were literally bees in the flowers? To get rid of them, he tried to shook the bouquet, but accidentally ended up throwing it at your face. With bees and all.

You screamed. He screamed. He grabbed the bouquet and shoved it away, looking at the ground and wishing it'd just swallow him whole. He messed up his chance, you'd never ever even look at his way again. You hated him, absolutely hated him. You wish he was dead, you were going to change schools just to never see him again, he's the worse person ever-

Huh? What is that sound? You're laughing...? You're seriously laughing?

You laughed. He got confused.

He looked up. You were throwing your head back while wiping away the tears that got out of your eyes. You were clutching your stomach because you were laughing so hard it was starting to hurt.

You laughed. He laughed.

You both looked like maniacs. Lunatics. Laughing alone in the middle of nowhere. You looked crazy he WAS crazy. Crazy for you. Not that you knew it at that time

He then decided to just shoot his shot and finally asked you out, without flowers or memorized speech. He didn't even think you'd accept, he just thought it wouldn't hurt to try.

Imagine his face when you said yes. Even with the shitty proposal and embarassing moments, you said yes. And he was absolutely delighted. You gave him your number so he could text you the details about the date, and he was seriously shaking. I'm being for real, his pupils were blown wide and he was almost crying from happiness.

He went home jumping and skipping from happiness. Now, he wasn't just a loser. He was a loser with a date, so that makes him less loserly (at least that's what he thinks).

You accepting his proposal didn't make him talk less about you. Actually, he was now talking about you more than before, if it's even possible. Hiori felt like killing himself (he was happy for his friend, of course, he just didn't want to admit it).

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Can you write about an arguement with ethan because he got jealous and then reader and Ethan give eachother the silent treatment for days but then ethan folds first and BEGS for her attention :) thank you so much

i love desperate men

desperate jealousy — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : an jealous argument leads to a rather desperate ethan.

contents : just a heated kiss and some jealousy. wc 2.0k.

you nod, smiling at this guy you met in econ. you got paired up for an assignment, him taking the seat beside you.

throughout the discussion of topics he had slowly began to move closer, copying your smile. “are you sure we should do that topic?” you ask, relaxed in your seat.

he shrugs. “i mean it’s easy enough to get good marks.”

“true.” you say. “but that usually means that everyone else is gonna do it.” you randomly gesture at the students. “professors usually look for work that’s different.”

you had been so used to working with ethan—having been allowed to choose your own partners in the past. but this lesson your partners were chosen for you, leaving you with a guy—though cute, still wanting to find the easier way out.

as you carried on discussing, ethan watched from his seat next to some girl—his partner. “ethan.” she tries to get his attention. “i think we should do this topic.” she points at one of the possible selections.

but ethan just hums, keeping his gaze on you and the guy. he wasn’t too thrilled about the partners being different. he liked working with you, you both had similar minds. thoughts and decisions flowed easy.

“ethan.” the girl tried again, finally earning him to look away from you and to her. “why are you so distracted? i thought you were the smart one in this class.”

ethan keeps his almost solemn expression, but forces himself to face the assignment and try to engage with his partner.

at the end of the lesson, you got up from your seat. “so does that topic work?”

the guy—james—nods. “yeah, that should work. whose house should we do it at?”

“oh, i was just thinking we work in the library when we’re both free.”

james looks slightly disappointed. “but i’m usually quite busy doing other…stuff in the day. going to one of our houses in the evenings would work better for me.”

you slowly nod. “alright. um, my house is free…tomorrow evening. does that work?”

james nods, shooting you a smile. “i’ll see you then.” he says, heading down the hall. you both having walked to the exit throughout the talking.

you go to turn down the opposite way when you jump, ethan standing directly behind you. “ethan.” you breath out a sigh of relief. “hey.”

but ethan’s gaze is narrowed, glaring after your assignment partner. “are you…alright?” you slowly ask, raising a brow.

ethan shifts his gaze to you. “shame we didn’t get to work together.”

you nod. “yeah, it felt weird discussing topics with someone else.” you chuckle, adjusting the books in your grasp. “it took awhile to convince him to not do something generic.”

“hmm, same with my partner.” ethan agrees, a small smile edging his lips.

“what topic did you choose?” you ask, to which he answers, following with “we’ve decided to work in the library. not too happy bout that…with her of all people.”

“why not?” you tilt your head. “i offered the library to james but he insisted we work at one of our houses.”

ethan pauses, brows furrowing. “one of your houses?”

“yeah.” then you further mutter. “shit, i should probably clean up.”

“your house? you guys are working at your house?” ethan can’t help but let his annoyed tone slip.

you meet his gaze, a slight furrow to your brows at his tone. “yeah…”

he clenched his jaw. “you should…change that.”

“change that?” you repeat.

ethan nods. “you shouldn’t let someone like him into your house.”

“why not?” you’re genuinely confused.

“oh come on…” ethan clicks his jaw. “he’s a dick. i bet he only wants to get into your pants.”

you slightly raise your brows at his blatancy. “i’m sure you’re reading into it too much. he’ll just come, we’ll work, then he’ll go.”

“you’re not dumb, y/n.” he says pointedly. he had grown more annoyed at your persistence. “you have to have clearly seen that he was flirting with you.”

you shake your head. “we were just talking about the assignment—“

“his body language gave him away.” ethan interrupts.

you narrow your gaze. “were you watching us?”

ethan pauses for a moment. “i just…wanted to make sure he wasn’t doing that thing that you always hate.”

ah, yes, ‘the thing’ being taking full control over the assignment and making decisions without proper discussion. “well, that’s sweet…” you drift off. “but he was fine. If anything he was leaning more to the side of doing nothing.” you chuckle.

“see.” ethan is still persistent, and you’re not sure why. “he clearly won’t help you. you should change partners.”

“ethan.” you say slowly. “what’s gotten into you?”

he runs his tongue along his teeth, as he looks away a moment. “i just don’t want him taking advantage.”

you sigh. “ethan. i’m fine. he’s fine. i appreciate the concern though.” you smile. you hadn’t realised how much of a friend ethan had become over the lessons.

“do you?” he suddenly says. you’re slightly taken a back by his tone.

“ethan—“

“do you like him? is that it?” he can’t seem to control the words from slipping. his mind whirring with different possibilities.

you step back, not liking his expression. “i really don’t know why you’re acting like this.”

ethan steps closer again, his heart pulsing with anger. “do you like him?” he repeats. he’s talking down to you, and that aspect has a slight scowl forming on your face.

“so what if i like him?” you’re beginning to walk away. of course you don’t like james. but you didn’t appreciate ethan’s misplaced strong feelings about the situation and the way he displayed them.

ethan swiftly grabs your arm harshly. “seriously?”

you’ve had enough with whatever this is. so, you rip your arm away, and quickly head down the dispersing hallway.

;;

ethan fucked up. he shouldn’t have gotten angry over something he didn’t have a right to get angry over. and now you weren’t speaking to him. not that you talked much outside of classes. but when you were in them, you’d always sit beside each other.

and now you sat with james, not sparing ethan a glance. ethan gritted his teeth. it had been two days since you last spoke. you had had your ‘session’ with james at your house, and ethan was dying to know what had happened.

what had you two talked about? did you…do anything?

ethan had at first reciprocated your ignorance, not moving to speak to you either. but he had begun to grow desperate. he missed your voice. he tried to keep back, mad at you for entertaining this loser of a guy. but his control was slipping.

he glanced over at you as your head stayed down, writing notes, most likely, from the lecture. ethan tilted his head, watching as you tapped your pencil in thought, your leg moving up and down.

then he saw james walk in late, moving to take the seat beside you. but ethan quickly moved from his seat, grabbing his books as silently as possible as he took the empty seat.

you turn your head to stare at him, brows furrowing. you still didn’t know what had made ethan so angry before.

you shift your gaze back to the front of the lecture hall. ethan set his books down, the lesson continuing. james had to take ethan’s previous seat, and ethan couldn’t help but let a small smirk edge his lips.

he then glances back at you. you kept your head turned, your hair moving to hide the side of your face. ethan reaches his hand out, tucking your hair behind your ear so he could see you.

you turn to look at him, confused now. ethan’s gaze wandered your face, his eyes hooded with interest. you quickly turn your head away, staying silent.

ethan’s hand was still hovering by your ear. he then leaned closer to you, whispering, making your entire body stiffen. “can we talk after class?”

you lean away, acting as though your mind is occupied with the lecture. ethan grits his teeth. “y/n.”

you say nothing. and ethan’s resolve continues to crumble. “talk to me.” he tries to bring your face around to look at him, by a grip on your chin. but you yet again tilt your head away. you had always been stubborn. you were waiting for an apology and maybe this is what the ‘talk’ was about. but you’d rather hear it now, not him bringing you somewhere quiet.

ethan—like always—stayed persistent. “please.” you finally caught on to the desperation in his tone.

meeting his gaze, you could see his heavier breathing, his eyes focused entirely on you. you gulp, as you swat his hand away from your ear.

but he grabbed your moving hand instead. “i’ve had enough of the silent treatment.” he whispers.

you move to get your hand out of his grasp, but he just moves it under the table, holding it by his thigh. you try to move away again, but ethan just tightens his hold, looking back to the professor.

“ethan.” you hiss. “what are you doing?”

ethan’s lips curve up, his grip tightening around your hand, knowing he came out successful. “you spoke.”

you grit your teeth. ethan’s hand began to travel up your arm, keeping you at his side as he stared, only half reading the words written on the board. you shivered, his fingertips dragging across your skin.

“i’ll let go…if you say yes.” ethan says, keeping his taunting strokes along your skin.

“seriously?” you whisper.

“mhm.” ethan hums. you notice the professor walking closer to look at everyone’s progress so you quickly say “yes…alright, yes.”

ethan grins, letting go of you just as the professor nears.

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when the lecture ended, you began to pick up your books. ethan did the same, watching you closely. once he saw that you had your bag slung over your shoulder, he swiftly grabbed your wrist, pulling you to a more desolate part of the hallway.

you turn to him. “look ethan, i’m just conf—“

but you cut yourself off as you realise how close ethan stood. he had begun to step closer, his hand reaching out to touch your hair again. you lean away. “and you’re not helping my confusion.”

ethan’s brows furrow at your action. “i didn’t like you not talking to me.” he admitted.

you eye him. “it’s not like we talked much.”

“you started talking to james a lot more.”

you sigh. “look, if you’re gonna be all weird again, then please—“ you go to step away, but ethan quickly grabs your arm, stopping you.

“don’t go— just…” he breathes. “i’m…sorry.”

“you’re sorry?” you reiterate.

“i shouldn’t have…gotten mad.”

you slightly turn back to him. “no. you shouldn’t have. why did you?”

ethan gulps, his grip ever so slightly tightening around your arm, thinking you were gonna try and leave again.

“ethan?” you try but you can tell he’s in his head, thinking a mile a minute.

“i have to go.” you sigh, beginning to walk away again, but this time ethan yanks you back, his hand moving to your waist as he smashes his lips against yours.

you gasp, eyes widening. “eth—“

but you’re both stumbling back, ethan stepping forward as you stepped back, his mouth eagerly moving against yours.

a breathy sound left his lips, as he found your tongue. your eyes had rolled closed, your back hitting against the wall. ethan couldn’t help but let his hands wander your body, slipping under your shirt to graze against your bare hips.

your back unintentionally arches into him, making ethan press harder against you, one of his hands slipping to cup part of your jaw and ear, tilting your head how he wanted.

when you break for air, your chest is heaving, butterflies having swarmed your stomach, you speak. “ethan…i didn’t…i—“

“shut up.” he breathlessly whispered, eagerly capturing your lips again. her lips do taste like everything sweet—ethan thinks to himself, as he grinned against your mouth.

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spencer reid x bau!reader pining over each other to the point that other law enforcement people (maybe even luke or tara when they first join) think they are dating and are shocked when they find out they are just "friends"?

ah yes yes I love this, and hope you don't mind I added them acting like an old married couple and made it Emily noticing :)) (Word Count: 600)

Today is Saturday's are for Spencer :) request an au!

You were on your way back from the most recent case, loading onto the jet you look over at Spencer, noticing once more how utterly and unfairly cute he was when he was thinking. He was currently absorbed in one of the many books he checked out from the library this week, headphones plugged into his ears, probably listening to some classical music.

Taking a seat next to Rossi and across from Emily you keep your gaze trained on him, the sunlight trickling in through the window as the jet takes off, you observe, gives him an even more ethereal glow.

You blush when you find that Emily's caught you staring at him for perhaps the third time that day. "What?" You try to play it off cooly, only getting a smile back as she replies,

"Nothing, I just think you two are lucky to have each other."

You mouth opens, agape and looking like an idiot you stare at her blankly, you know she's new to the team and she probably hasn't gotten close enough to know the whole story but to think you and Spencer were really dating? That, in your opinion, was insane.

"I-we-Spencer and I, I mean- we're not a c-couple!" You stutter turning a darker shade of rouse as Rossi begins to smirk next to you.

"Might as well be, the way they pine over one another. All we ever hear is 'Spencer this' from her and 'Y/n that' from him." He finally speaks up.

"Don't give me hope Rossi, the only pining is on my part, and I'm happy just to be friends!" The truth was you weren't, far from it in fact, but Emily didn't have to know that, especially seeing as she'd just joined the team.

"So let me get this straight...you're just friends?" She questions you as Rossi chuckles and you shake your head getting up from your seat to take a nap on the couch. You really shouldn't be getting your hopes up, how could someone as perfect as him like you?

When you get to the couch however you find your spot taken by one doctor Spencer Reid.

"Move." Your lips are pouted and you're eyebrows pulled together, and if Spencer didn't know any better he'd think you were the most adorable human being on planet earth.

His heart sinks every time he lets his gaze linger on you too long, knowing that someone as smart, beautiful and funny as you would never feel the same way. So even as he rants about you to the others, even as he spends every waking minute he can with you and falls for you more and more everyday he tries his best not to tip you off.

Which becomes increasingly harder the longer you stand there with that look on your face.

Its Derek clearing his throat that brings Spencer out of this daze,

"S-sorry what?" He takes one of his earbuds out.

"Move." You repeat, "You're on my side of the couch."

He beams up at you and you swear you melt, "And since when was this your side of the couch?"

You cross your arms, leaning your weight on one of your hips, "Since the day I joined the team, this has been my side of the couch!"

He hums in response which only seems to fuel your anger, and as you two begin to bicker like an old married couple the team places bets on who's to confess first.

Rossi and Derek are firm believers that one day Spence will slip up, but JJ is almost certain that its his puppy dog eyes that will tip you off at some point and force you to finally confess.

Emily's still in disbelief when you land a few hours later, asking one last time before you all exit, "Are you sure they're not together??"

Update: Part 2

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Please write for will. I AM DESPERATE

BET! i just wrote something cute and fluffy but if you have any specific scenario (specifically angst bc im in. a mood) send ‘em to my box!

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will graham x reader

(based on szn 1 bbg will)

one word to describe the day: draining. jack was on your ass the entire day, hounding you about the chesapeake ripper, and it just wouldn’t let up. 

all you wanted was a night of peace, just you, a book, and some wine. and yet, as the peace was finally being restored and you felt calm… there was a knock at the door. 

“great,” you mumbled, rising from your comfy seat on the couch, crossing the room towards the front hall. who would be here at this hour? you unlocked the door, pulling it open slightly, seeing will graham standing there, fidgeting nervously, a bottle of wine in hand. 

you furrowed your brows, “will?” pulling open the door all the way, “what are you doing here?” 

the man cleared his throat, averting eye contact, “well-you-you seemed on edge. with the ripper, jack and everything, and i thought maybe you could use some wine-and company-“ 

you heart warmed at the gesture. the two of you had been spending a lot of time together, working on this case, and doing so, were also getting to know one another better. and she loved it. 

a small smile tugged at your lips as he let out a nervous chuckle, “but now that i’m here, i’m thinking you’d probably want to be alone-so i’m just gonna leave this here and-“

she shook her head slightly. sure. maybe he was right. but if there was anyone she’d want to spend her evening with, it would be will graham. 

“please, you’ve come all this way, come in,” you gestured for him to enter, and he did, “thanks,” he mumbled as he stepped inside, taking charge and closing the door behind him rather then waiting on you to do it yourself. 

will glanced around, taking in your home. he’d only been here once before, and that was when he had offered to help you home after a particularly rough patch in this chesapeake ripper case. 

it was a long day, the scene was beyond disturbing, leaving you frazzled. will had taken it upon himself to drive you home and help you out. you most definitely appreciated the gesture. and in all honesty, that’s probably where your attraction for the man started. 

he was always so sweet. intelligent too. not to mention handsome. 

“here, i’ll take that,” you said, gently taking the wine from his hands, cradling it carefully before gesturing to the living area. 

the two of you walked towards it, you settled into your comfy spot once again, will took a seat in the loveseat across from you. 

you set the new wine bottle on the coffee table beside the open one, sighing softly as you glanced up at him, “so..” small talk did not come easier for either of you. 

“how’ve you been? with this whole shitshow?” you ask. he simply shrugs. “it’s rough. he’s too smart.” 

“he knows precisely what he’s doing and how to get away with it.” 

will nodded, glancing up at you for a moment before clearing his throat again, “ya think maybe we could leave work be for a second? and just… talk?”

you nodded, shifting slightly in your seat, “of course,” you then fell into silence, trying to find something to discuss.

“hey,” 

his voice was soft. fragile. 

he leaned forward slightly, fidgeting with his fingers, “hi,” you replied jokingly, your voice equally as soft.

“am i imagining things?” he asked suddenly, catching you off guard. “imagining what?” 

he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing slightly, “i-i don’t want to be too upfront, but… what’s this about?” he asks, gesturing between you and him. 

“us?”

he nodded. you tilted your head slightly, “what?”

“you don’t see it?” slowly, you sat up taller, somewhat catching on. “listen… i’m not one to do this.. not really.” he’s reluctant with his replies as he continues. 

“i… have feelings for you. and not-not the platonic kind.” 

your heart flutters, breath quickens. was this actually happening? was this real?

“you have.. romantic feelings for me?” you asked, to which he nodded. 

“and-i don’t know if i’m crazy-and this is just somewhat delusional but-“

“i do too.” 

he glanced up at you. “what?”

slowly, you stood, crossing the room towards the loveseat, will slowly rising as well. you now stood before him, a smile tugging on your lips, “i too have romantic feelings for you, will graham.” 

a small smile broke out across his lips, “you mean it?” 

“why would i lie?” 

slowly, he took a step forward, a very small gap between you now. you took the opportunity to lean in, gently brushing your lips against his, testing the waters.

his hand gently found your neck, gently pulling you closer, his lips melting against yours. this was only something that you’d dreamt about, and now it was happening. 

slowly, he pulled away, his eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours. 

“real?” he asked softly, “this is real?”

“as real as ever.” 

and you leaned in and kissed him once more. 

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Dating Rody Soul Headcanons

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: fluff, headcanons

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes

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• Trust has to be earned with Rody and if you’re dating then you’ve defiantly gained his and hopefully vice versa. Even if him telling you about his quirk was an embarrassing one for him.

“So… you can’t lie because Pino will…”

“Pretty much yeah.”

“That’s a cool quirk Rody. Pino is amazing and like a companion. You’re lucky to have her.”

“You really think so?”

• Even though you’re together, he is still unfairly charming toward you! Flirting comes easy to him when it’s with you (sentimental feelings are more difficult to express) and you’ll receive winks or cute smirks from across the room etc.

• Rody will always play it cool but if you flirt back Pino will betray his nonchalance by the flustered blushing mess she becomes much to his embarrassment. Then comes the denial and stuttering.

“Aha well you— I— ahem, whatever, you’re cool I guess.”

“Rody, you’re not the only smooth talker you know but don’t worry you’re definitely prettier~”

“That’s not true (Y/n)! Have you seen how beautiful you are? No? Then I’ll show ya!”

• You’ve realised how agile and street smart he is on various outings, and sometimes you arrive early to date meeting points just to catch a glimpse of him gliding from building to building using an array of impressive parkour.

(He has no idea, nor do you intend to tell him).

• If you ask he will teach you a couple of things of course and he’ll be a brilliant teacher, guiding you through things and challenging your level to improve. If you trip he is 100% there to catch you equipped with a flirting / teasing remark and smile.

• Rody will also show an interest in your talents / hobbies and if you’ll allow, participate or learn them with you. If you’re helping him study to be a pilot then he’ll return the love to whatever it is you’re passionate about.

• His siblings are very important and based on Pino, his heart practically melts whenever you include them in your life.

Wanna go to the sea? Let’s bring Roro and Lala for a picnic.

Dinner? Sure we could all cook something together.

The boy is putty in your hands oh my. He would give you the world if he could, but for now you’ll have settle for the little moments he can give you.

• When visiting Rody at work your favourite drink is immediately prepared and waiting for you courtesy of a proud boyfriend - even if Stanleyk teases him for it.

• If you're around long enough, he becomes as protective over you as he is his siblings, in a more loving partner way of course. Just like them, he’ll do whatever he can support you.

• If he's ever stressed or upset Rody tries to hide Pino for you as she always makes a beeline the second you are in sight. He just wants to be strong for you - even if he secretly wants a hug.

• If you offhandedly mentioned liking something, you bet he's going to save up to get it for you. He loves you so much just because of who you are and this is how he can think to show it.

• Sometimes you'll end up buying it yourself first and he'll be really happy for you, only to overhear him moping to his siblings how he missed out on a chance to make you happy.

"I was so close!"

"Uh... can't you just buy (Y/n) something else?" Roro the voice of logic in moments like these.

"It's not the same Roro!"

• You often cook together, sharing different recipes and tricks. There's a small competition going with Roro and Lala, but they favour your joint efforts rather than solo attempts.

In fact they just enjoy your company and seeing how happy you make their big brother. Since he’s always looking out for them, they’re glad he found someone who will look out for him too.

• If you're ever in trouble Pino is shouting in front of you squawking at your offenders, not a second later Rody is there to defend / back you up.

• One of your more interesting dates involved a rusty pick-up that he’d ‘acquired’ and he drove you to a local rural area for stargazing. It was a beautiful night and you’d spoke for hours about anything and everything.

“The stars are so beautiful tonight, thanks Rody.”

“They’re not the only thing that’s beautiful…”

“Oh?”

“Uh-uh this truck, look at it! Peak of engineering.” Yeah Rody, let’s just ignore the admiring doe eyes Pino is currently making at you.

• Worry not though, despite finding hard to express his feelings sometimes he will compliment you genuinely and confidently when he can. Usually they just slip out as easily as breathing when he hasn’t overthought it.

• Overall dating Rody is like having a second family full of warmth and welcoming. Even if things can be a struggle sometimes, you know that as long as Rody have each other, you’ll find a way to overcome anything.

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[tourturestarradio]

I can never find anyone who writes for one piece charcters! If you could, I can’t never find any Dom male reader x usopp.

He’s my favourite 😅😅

𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄?

“𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲? 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝?”

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prompt: Usopp X dom male reader

Warnings: suggestive, kissing

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When you joined the crew Usopp didn’t think much of it, you were pretty serious though which intimidated him but he would never tell you that.

You didn’t talk much, but when you did it was to Usopp or Luffy. You’d been with the strawhat crew for months now and none of them had heard you laugh. Like ever.

you’d crack a smile every now and then but you never laugh, so without your knowledge the rest of the crew made a bet to see who could make you laugh.

So it didn’t go as well as they thought, literally no one had made you laugh yet. The rest of the crew thought it was impossible until they heard unfamiliar laughter.

They rushed out on deck seeing you. Laughing. And not a chuckle but a full on laugh tears brimming in your eyes and all, and who was the person to do it?

The one and only King Usopp.

He honestly didn’t think he could do it but he did and he was proud of himself. But he couldn’t lie your laugh was cute to hear and so was your smile.

Wait what?! What was he thinking?! He shouldn’t think of his friend in such a way!!

He shook the thought away, once you stopped you glanced at him “you’re pretty funny Usopp” you stated nudging him with your elbow.

He chuckled averting his gaze away from yours “I guess I am” he chuckled nervously. You had walked away leaving Usopp by himself.

His heart thumped against his rib cage. What’s this feeling? He’s felt this before when he’s around you he feels all warm and bubbly.

He didn’t love you or anything! Well he thinks he doesn’t.

He felt so tense whenever he was alone with you, he always felt like you could see right through him. Without even trying you were so attractive, Nami had pointed it out when you were training with Zoro and oh boy did Usopp feel his body heat up.

Nami teased him about it sometimes trying to get him to confess his feelings already, but at the thought of getting rejected he shook his head.

“I can’t do that Nami! What if things turn out bad and he thinks I’m a creep! A weirdo! No I can’t tell M/n”

“Tell me what!”

Usopp damn near almost jumped overboard. A wicked smiled grew on Nami’s face as she stood up out of her seat “I think I’m gonna go explore the new island! M/n, Usopp you both stay here watch the ship!” She said before hurrying off the ship.

You shrugged sitting down as Usopp stayed tense, “what did you want to tell me?” You asked, he jolted at your question gulping nervously “I-I-I um….” You tilted your head to the side waiting for his answer.

“W-will you stop looking at me like that!” He shouted pointing a finger at you, you blinked in confusion “like what?” A smirk grew on your face “ya’know…Usopp you’re so…cute.”

He snapped his head up blinking in surprise “what?!” You nodded getting up from your chair, going over to him. He was starting to sweat “yeah. You’re one of the only people to make me laugh, you’re somewhat smart but a big chicken.”

Usopp could feel his heart race as you placed your hand on his shoulder “but I like it when you beg for me to save you.” Standing in front of him you tilted his head up to look at you, your thumb on his bottom lip.

Leaning close to him you whispered “with how you act around me I’d say you had a crush on me” you smirked looking at his awestruck expression “I-I…” backing up quickly you raised your hands up surprising Usopp “but I don’t know that’s just a guess” you said about to walk away but a hand stopped you.

“I…I do…” he muttered, you chuckled “cute.” You smiled leaning close to him you pressed a kiss on his lips backing up Usopp seemingly chased after your kiss “come to my room tonight, the others are back.”

You walked away your serious face back on as Usopp was still in shock, he glanced down at his lap “curse you M/n” he got up running to his room.

As night time rolled around you sat on your bed waiting, that’s when you heard a light knock. A smirk grew on your face as you went to open the door, but as soon as you did Usopp practically jumped on you.

Closing the door behind you, you would have to apologize to the others for the noise tomorrow.

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A/n: Usopp need so much more appreciation ✋😔

[joekeeryswife]

ballet recital - m.m

a/n: hello honeys! how cute is this concept! loving the idea of Mason being a girl dad (sorry not sorry lol). i didn’t know how to end it lmfao. if you have any requests send them through!! anyways enjoy reading 🩰

taglist: @noturbabe22 @luvvtrent @peterparkerbae @masonreds

“are you excited for your ballet recital honey?” you heard Mason’s voice as he spoke to your 5 year old daughter Margot.

“yes daddy i am. are you still coming?” she had been excited for this recital for months and so had Mason.

this was a big deal for all of you and it just so happened that her recital landed on the day after Mason’s football game for England.

The squad had travelled to Portugal for the game and you both hadn’t even realised it at the time. “i’m sorry sweetheart, you know i’m in Portugal for a game but i promise i’ll make it next time”

she pouted and looked defeated but she understood that her dad had to work and nodded. but what she didn’t know was you and Mason had planned for him to fly home the day after early in the morning and surprise her.

“you know i would love to be there angel and i will be there next time. don’t get upset, it hurts my heart” she put on a brave face and showed him a tight lipped smile.

“i know daddy. love you” she handed the phone back to you and ran off to her room, you knew she was upset and that hurt you. “she looked heartbroken. that made me feel awful, you should go check on her” you nodded and smiled softly.

“we will be watching your game tonight. i’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” Mason nodded and smiled back at you “i love you” he said and brushed his hand through his hair.

“i love you too. be safe” with that you ended the phone and made your way to your daughters room. you knocked on her door carefully hoping to not frighten her.

you could hear the cutest voice on the other side say ‘come in’ so you did. she was on her bedroom floor playing with her barbie’s she’d gotten for christmas a couple months before. “are you okay sweetie?” you sat down next to her and ran your hand up and down her back.

she nodded and continued to play with her dolls. “would you like me to face-time daddy whilst you’re preforming?” she shrugged, you could tell she was upset and wanted her dad to be there.

“you’ve got so many people coming to see you remember? you’ve got not your nanny’s, grandads, uncle lewis and auntie jas and your cousins are coming” she looked up at you, her eyes filled with sadness. “it’s not the same” you nodded, agreeing.

“it’s not but daddy wouldn’t want you to be sad would he? he’d want you to be excited about this baby. he’s very proud of you” your hands went to her cheeks and stroked them softly. “do you think he’d want us to facetime him? he wouldn’t get annoyed?” you frowned.

“why would he be annoyed honey? he would love for you to facetime him” you were confused “but he has football and we would be interrupting him” even though Margot was only five she was so smart, one of the smartest in her class.

“absolutely not. your father would not be annoyed at all, i bet you he’d be crying on the phone whilst watching you” you lent in and kissed her forehead. “don’t you go worrying about it sweetheart, we can do whatever you want and if you want me to facetime him whilst you’re preforming then i will” she nodded.

“you are so beautiful Margot, do you know that?” you blushed and nodded again “i love you mama” your heart melted. “i love you more sweet girl”

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Mason had landed an hour ago and was now on his way to the dance hall, he was messaging you every so often to give you updates on where he was and how long he was going to be and it looked like he was getting there ten minutes before it was Margot’s classes turn to preform.

you met up with your parents, your siblings, Masons parents and his siblings at the front of the dance hall. Margot was dressed in her pink leotard, tutu and ballet shoes. “wow look at you pretty girl” Lewis said as Margot ran up to him.

he picked her up and showered her in kisses, careful to not mess up her bun. “thank you uncle lewis” you were lucky that both of your families were close, everyone got along. “you excited to preform honey? you’re gonna do so good” your mum kissed Margot’s cheek where a deep red blush spread on her cheeks.

“i’m super excited” she squealed “we should go in and find our seats, Margot do you want to go find your teacher?” you asked as Lewis put her down. she nodded. you knelt down in front of her and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“you’re gonna do so well, you’re beautiful, the best ballerina i’ve ever seen. no nerves, no tears because you are gonna do amazing. and, i’m going to facetime your dad as soon as the show starts okay?” she smiled and nodded. Margot got nervous easily which sometimes made her cry but you knew today she wouldn’t, she was going to do great.

you all entered the dance hall and was greeted by Margot’s teacher who pointed you in the right direction to your seats and took Margot backstage. you were all practically front row and it was shocking as there was so many people here.

you saved a seat for Mason next to you and the hall quickly filled up. it was 5 minutes before the kids got on stage that Mason finally came through the doors to the hall and was searching around for you all. he spotted you and quickly walked to you all and kissed your cheek. “hi honey” he made you jump but nevertheless you knew who it was and quickly turned towards him.

you kissed him and he sat down next to you “i missed you” he said, placing his hand on your thigh. “you were gone for one day, you couldn’t of missed me that much” you rolled your eyes but blushed slightly. “one day too long, i wanted to come home as soon as the game finished. i’m never going away without you both again” you giggled at how precious he was.

the lights in the hall dimmed and the curtains opened to a stage which was decorated beautifully. your eyes focused for your little girl who stepped out with her classmates, they all stood in a line and looked around the room for their parents.

Margot locked eyes with Mason and blushed brightly and waved at him, seeing her on the stage made Mason tear up. his first born was growing up so quickly and this made him realise it. he waved back and blew her a kiss and the music started playing.

the class started preforming their ballet routine and your heart melted. seeing Margot dancing after practicing for months was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. she looked so comfortable as she danced.

you looked over at your mum who was recording the whole thing with the biggest smile on her face. you grabbed Masons hand which was on your leg and squeezed it tightly. you looked at him and he had a few tears rolling down his cheeks which you quickly wiped away and kissed his cheek.

“she looks so cute” he whispered, his eyes never leaving his little girl. “she’s doing amazing. she practiced so hard for this, it’s nice to see the final thing” he nodded as he squeezed your hand. you’d only ever seen Mason cry a handful of times since you’d been together.

nothing to do with the societal view of men crying makes them look weak, he just wasn’t a big crier. you’d only ever seen him cry when he’d watched the notebook with you, the birth or Margot, her first birthday and a couple other times.

the dance recital wasn’t very long, 30 minutes to be exact as there was two classes. after the recital had finished everyone was instructed to wait outside so they could collect their child and you stood waiting with Mason, hand in hand.

Margot was the first one out, running straight toward Mason who accepted her with open arms. “oh my girl you did so well” he picked her up and hugged her tightly. your daughter loved surprises and you knew this one would mean a lot to her.

he kissed her head and everyone awed at the two of them. “you said you weren’t coming” Margot said as she squeezed him tighter like he was going to disappear if she let go. “you really think i’d miss it? no way”

“you did so amazing poppet, you looked so beautiful” Debbie said making her look up from Masons neck. “thank you nanny” she was blushing. “do you think we should go out and celebrate? have some food together?” Mason said making Margot nod.

all of you decided on a food place and celebrated your little girls performance. Margot and Mason had sat next to each other and he had never felt love like this before. surrounded by the people he loved celebrating his daughter.

[pearlywritings]

Only if I were to write them down

synopsis: the only way these loving words would end up in a book

prompt: 25

requested by: my dear @nerdyladyrebel

pairing: Kaeya, Kaveh x fem!reader (separarely)

tw: fluff, established relationship, tipsy Kaeya, Kaveh brought those three foxes home

word count: 2k+ words in total

a/n: part of my Token of appreciation writing event! Closed now, still have 4 more requests to write.

Kaeya

“Did you know that Kaeya is most creative with his compliments when he is tipsy or borderline drunk?” You chuckle, one arm wrapped around your lover’s waist, to keep him leaning into your side and walk somewhat straight, the other motioning towards Rosaria, who made a decision to accompany you two home just to be sure that nothing happens. To you or to the citizens she didn’t clarify, but you could bet it was the latter. Reasons? Those very compliments you’ve just mentioned. And maybe a couple of instances of kissing in the middle of the street late in the evening.

“Let me assure you I could’ve lived without that information just as merrily as a moment ago,” the sister of the church deadpans and you roll your eyes. Here goes your attempt to try and strike up a conversation. Well, maybe, just maybe you’ve been infected with Kaeya’s talkativeness tonight and walking half the city with two companions and staying silent? Not happening.

“Come on, Rosa,” oh, look at that, someone’s decided to join your cute little chit chat. The shape or star in his eye shines just as bright as the ones in the sky when he lifts his head from the side of yours to direct his attention to the fellow cryo user. “Don’t be a party pooper.”

“Never said I was a part of your ’party’,” at that the male whines and it’s hard to contain your amused laugh.

“Hey, handsome, don’t be sad. After all, isn’t it best that this party is just for the two of us?”

Your words make your lover perk up immediately, attention fully on you, the sister of the church completely forgotten.

“Ooooh, you are absolutely right! You are so smart, it’s sexy~”

The corner of your lips ticks in attempts to fight a smile when Rosaria makes a gagging noise. Kaeya, however, ignores her as if she doesn’t exist. And that’s the truth - because right now, tonight, on your way back to your shared apartment, nothing exists for the Cavalry Captain - only his loveliest, dearest girlfriend.

“Y’know I was soooo jealous,” he drawls, words confusing you - if you recall the evening correctly, no one approached you even once, and the conversations you had with Rosaria were pretty brief.

“Who were you jealous of, baby?”

“The glass.”

“The glass?” You cock an eyebrow, meeting Rosaria’s eyes for a second, then immediately looking back at the man. “You mean, the one I drank from?”

“Mhm,” a pout forms on his lips and he leans even more into you, to nuzzle against your cheek. “Because you were making out with it.”

The nun at his other side chokes and it’s unclear if it’s from her friend’s audacity or amusement. You only see her reaching into her pocket for a cigarette, as if saying ‘I am not dealing with you two right now’.

“Oh, I’m sorry, love, for making you think that was the case. I assure you that once home we’ll be making out for real.”

“Nice,” a smile against your neck is victorious. “No one is stealing my girl from me.”

“No one was trying to,” the woman huffs out a puff of smoke, flicking ash. “Everyone is too fed up with your lovesick aura when Y/n is nearby.”

“I can’t help it Rosa!” He whines again, clutching your body closer to his. “Look at her!” Saying those words he himself glances at you with eyes full of adoration and undying devotion. “She is like the embodiment of beauty itself. If asked, I won’t be able to choose what I like most about her. Her hair is like glass, shining marvelously in the sun, so captivating. Her hands are like flowers, so delicate like petals, palms holding me like uncurling buds in the bloom…”

As he goes on and on, Rosaria’s face gets more and more alike to a person who ate something sour. You lift an eyebrow. See? That’s what I was talking about.

At your teasing smirk, she just rolls her eyes, and waving a hand with a smoldering cigarette held between fingers, the woman bids her goodbye, turning left to the next street.

You, on the other hand, finally get you and your rambling lover home. Only passing the threshold of your apartment does Kaeya take a break, bending to pull his boots off.

“So…” you hum, remembering his very first couple of compliments, that sounded exceptionally lyrical not to end up imprinted in your memory, “saying my hair looks like glass, and my hands are flowers… how romantic you are,” the Cavalry Captain straightens up with a satisfied look on his face, which quickly turns offended by your next question. “Or are they just words from the book?”

He gasps, clasping his chest. He looks much sober now. Which could've been so since much earlier - it wasn’t uncommon for Kaeya to pretend to be more delirious than he actually was for his personal gain.

“A book! My, are you doubting my ability to speak the truth of you? These could have ended up in a book only if I were to write them down!”

“Alright, alright, I believe you,” with a smile you take a step closer, lifting your hands, but stopping right before touching his cheeks. “Let’s then get your face into my palms and your fingers in my hair, shall we?”

Kaeya Alberich has never been more eager to act on someone’s words.

Kaveh

“Beautiful?” You hear your boyfriend shout from his study, calling for your attention. Startled, one of the desert foxes Kaveh brought home years ago, jumps in its spot under the dining table and dashes out of the kitchen. You hear two more sets of running paws rushing to the blonde’s room.

“Yeah? What’s up, love?” Shouting back you reach for a towel to wipe your hands - you were about to start working on dinner.

“Can you come here for a sec?” Another question echoes in the house, followed by a quick yelp - looks like one of your friends reached the inviting lap of the architect first. Chuckling, you hang a towel and exit to the hall.

And just as you anticipated all three fennecs were squirming on top of the Light of Kshahrevar, while the said Light held them firmly against himself, not letting them jump onto the table. Noticing you, Kaveh’s face turns desperate.

“Please, remove the blueprints!” Too used to this, you simply walk to the desk and carefully lift his sketches, putting them away and safe from the animals’ sight. Assured that his work won’t be destroyed, the architect loosens his embraces, giving the trio freedom to go nuts all around his work space.

“It’s your fault they are like this,” you chuckle, removing a pencil from behind his ear. “Every time you call for someone they assume it’s time for treats.”

“I know, I know,” your lover sighs, leaning back into his chair and watching the two foxes about to scream at each other sitting on top of the table, while the last one is tugging on a trinket of his shirt. “I should’ve been more responsible.”

“Mhm. Now, what were you calling me for?” Grabbing the back of another chair in the room, you bring it closer to Kaveh’s, sitting down and catching one of the little troublemakers from the desk, bringing it to your lap. The blonde stares blankly at his hands for a moment and then his eyes flash with recognition.

“Oh, right! It’s nothing serious, don’t worry. It was just a… sudden thought and I wanted to know your answer.”

“So, it’s a question?” Fingers run through the sandy fur of your floofbaby, making it squint happily.

“Yeah, a question,” rosy eyes meet yours and you simultaneously smile - for no particular reason.

“Go ahead, songbird.”

“Alright... A client of mine came with a peculiar request… He wants to build a house in the image of his wife.”

“Oh? That’s interesting and actually so sweet! But I hope the wife is in good health, yes?”

“Yes, don’t worry. It’s just his way of expressing his love for her. We spent quite a few days discussing the designs, determining how I can integrate his feelings and her traits into the structure… But that’s not actually the point right now.”

Already having prepared to engage in a discussion regarding his new blueprint, you are surprised to hear that his question might not have anything to do with work. But the intrigue has been planted and you can’t wait to hear what possibly your boyfriend could be wondering about.

“Since you are the person who knows me better than anyone else I wanted to ask you - if you had to choose a building or any kind of structure to describe me... What would you choose?”

A building or a structure to describe Kaveh? The Kaveh? The architect who rebuilt half of Sumeru, made a name in history and is held in high regard by the Dendro Archon herself? There is probably no piece of architectural art to be as grand as this man is.

However, you know that he asks you as your lover, as the person who you cherish the most and who loves you as passionately and selflessly in return. Who makes you smile without a fail, who lets you curl in his lap while he works, rarely complaining if the pose is uncomfortable (which you lightly scold him for), who takes your hand and dances in the rain with you, jumping when the first clap of thunder booms and rushing you back home with a boyish laughter. The man who makes you feel the safest, most adored and beautiful woman in the world. And for this man you have a definite answer.

“Promise me you won’t be offended if don’t say ‘a temple’ or something alike,” the blonde shakes his head, releasing the fennec that was clinging to his shoulder, and reaching out for your hand. Your own fox is set free too, and the two of them jump back onto the table, startling the third one, and the crazy running around starts again. But neither of you pay attention to it anymore.

“Of course I won’t take it to heart. I am asking for your sincere opinion.”

“In that case,” intertwining your fingers and firmly holding his hand in a lock, you lean forward, as if it was a secret, “I think you remind me of a greenhouse.”

“A greenhouse?” he hums, scooting even closer, sitting on the edge of his chair. “What is motivating this idea?”

“It’s quite simple actually. Your hair are as pretty as glass, so sunny and bright, perfect for the flowers that grow. Oh, but the flowers are your hands, despite being rough from hardships and sometimes dirty from the smudged pencil, they are still as tender as delicate as the petals. But most importantly inside you grow the most marvelous thing that is ever to bloom - love. I am a lucky girl to be taking care of it.”

With soft expression you witness blush creeping onto his cheeks and readily move closer to let your foreheads touch in a tender gesture.

“Saying my hair looks like glass, and my hands are flowers…” Kaveh muses, a warm smile playing on his lips, eyes staring right into yours with such deep emotion, “how romantic you are. Or are they just words from the book?”

“Only if I were to write them down.”

“Oh, my muse… I love it.”

You don’t deny your lover when he tugs you forward, sliding himself back into his chair and leading you onto his lap, into his embrace. With arms loosely wrapped around his neck and his palms resting on the small of your back, you indeed feel like you are surrounded by wonderful flora.

“Are you going to let me stay in your greenhouse?”

Kaveh chuckles, reaching up, searching for your lips.

“Only if you promise to stay in it forever.”

[thejujvtsupost]

Heyo! Got a little sfw/fluff request about Geto and Gojo x reader (no established relationship) and maybe could end with the both of them confessing if it's alright 👉👈

Something in like Satoru and Suguru's school days and Gojo is always the popular one and Geto is kind of overlooked/compared with Gojo's beauty but the thing is Gojo doesn't like that people always shrug off his best friend then one day reader is in class with a few girls chitchatting and the boys pass by the class and overhear the conversation you were having and get curious (cause they know you through Shoko) and the girl group was talking about their favorite things in guys and most of them would say things they like about Gojo and when it was your turn to answer, you just said you really liked Geto's eyes when he smiles and kinda go on a rent about things your really like about Geto (actions, physical, personality, etc) and the rest is up to you :>

Thank you so much!!!

No Time Like the Present

Lmao not me releasing this before I fixed my formatting hahahaha 💀 Jfc. Anyway, sorry for the delay anon!

Notes: F!reader, College setting, reader and characters are 18-19, sort of unintentional confessions, eavesdropping, not unrequited love, reader is shy, Shoko & Gojo making bets, you’re both oblivious disasters.

“C’mon man, she’s been staring at you for weeks. No way she doesn’t like you.” The halls were empty while they roamed and wasted time. This conversation has been coming up more and more frequently. He never believed Gojo.

Geto knew his best friend was highly desired at their college - he didn’t blame anyone. But there were time (just this time, actually) when he wished he wasn’t in Gojo’s shadow.

Gojo didn’t get the vibe that you wanted him. Sure, you were friendly; even on the way to actual friends, but that was a totally different feeling. No, he didn’t need his technique to know your gaze was always on his best friend. Both of you were painfully obvious and absolutely oblivious to each other. As luck would have it though, Gojo knew where your class was and decided he’d create a little mischief - Wouldn’t it be a coincidence if you randomly bumped into each other?

Things were about to change for Geto.

Hearing your voice from your nearby classroom made him shoot Gojo an accusatory glare and felt his heart lurch. Gojo didn’t even bother with the look and dragged him to the wall to eavesdrop wait for you.

“This is weird, we’ll catch up with her later at Shoko’s-” he was cut of by Gojo obnoxiously shushing him.

“Shut up and listen!” He said with a whisper shout, his eyes were wide and he was gaining a bigger self satisfied grin by the second.

Fine. Whatever it’d take to make Gojo leave before you saw them.

You were sitting with two other girls, a blonde and a brunette.

“I think he’s dreamy! Those eyes, I wish he’d take his sunglasses off more often!" The blonde didn’t bother to hide her open admiration. Geto really didn’t want to hear you gushing over his best friend…

The brunette let out a sigh, “yeah he’s dreamy, but have you seen how hot he is? Those abs!”

Then they were looking at you expectantly for your contribution. “I think he’s nice… but I really like his friend more.”

“You mean Suguru Geto? He’s pretty hot too.”

“Yeah.” You felt your face flush. “It’s not that he’s hot, well he is. He’s so strong and tall and his smile is so- ugh that’s not the point!” Your friends started giggling at your expression.

“I think he’s also really kind and considerate… he’s been helping me with my homework, we’ve been studying together lately and he’s so smart! Funny too, the other day he said some lame joke about Gojo and I couldn’t stop laughing, I even snorted. It was so embarrassing! He knew it was lame and kept going though, my sides were hurting.”

That didn’t make sense to Geto, he thought your laugh was cute. “But he’s such a good listener too, he remembers the small stuff that I wouldn’t expect him to know. He knows how I like my coffee and we’ve only studied at a cafe twice.”

“Uh oh, someone’s got a crush!” They were teasing you, Geto couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He wished they hadn’t stopped your rant, though.

Geto had his body smushed as close to the door as possible, your blush was adorable and a huge boost to his confidence. Gojo was snickering and texting Shoko, there was an ongoing bet between them about how long it’d take for you guys to get together.

“It’s not like that! I mean, he wouldn’t go for someone like me anyway. Every time I think about asking him out I remember he’s way out of my league and I’m just me…”

Geto felt his heart squeeze. Just you? He loves likes just you. If anything you’re the one out of his league!

Your class ended not ten seconds later before Geto could formulate a better plan, you smiled brightly when you noticed him next to Gojo. Thirty seconds just wasn’t enough time to prepare everything he wanted to say; all he knew was that if you were feeling shy, he was going to ask you out as soon as he could. Anything to make you happy.

Starting right now, since there was no time like the present…

Thinking about making a request? Check my bio to see if they’re open! <3

[slashv1xen]

*kicks open door** GROSS CREEPY REDNECK MAN!?

No but seriously Otis is my guilty pleasure character and I need him with a 'tomboy' reader (aka a basic rural southern woman (It'd be nice if you could include her being oddly feminine despite all the hunting and the cursing and the fighting: Like she calls him a cunt then goes and bakes a bunch of sweets or goes off to work on a dress tailoring project XD))

i like the way u think ;) also otis does NOT have enough fanfics/headcannons written about him and it’s actually a crime

i feel like otis has two types of girls: the same (tomboy like u mentioned) or the opposite (hyper feminine girl from the city).

i also think that when he stumbled upon u he had the only intention to kill u like other victims, but something keeps him from doing so (that’s up to u anonie). and i think it sealed the deal after u got along with his family (helping mama clean up around the house + doing baby’s hair for ex.) after keeping u locked up in his house for months. he’s also definitely a family man, so he appreciates it.

like otis, u have a smart mouth on u (which otis thinks is cute only to a certain degree, going further than that and u wish u hadn’t opened ur mouth in the first place). nonetheless, otis still loves u, and thinks ur cussing and smart mouth makes u all the more loveable.

because u happen to be a tomboy, when u do traditionally more girly things/have girly hobbies it surprises him, but he doesn’t hate it (in fact he thinks it’s cute but he would never say that out loud), which makes u a combo of both fem and masc (best of both worlds - his words not mine).

one shot 💗

“yes!” you shouted as the bullet that shot from the rifle hit the deer in the head, otis grumbling (but you knew he was proud of you). the two of you had a bet on who could shoot prey first, and you won. “pay up baby!”

otis rolled his eyes with a cocky grin on his face as a slapped a scrunched up $10 bill in your hand. “i was just going easy on you, i could easily beat you next time.” he yelled as you walked away giggling with the money, waving him off. “yeah, yeah!”

as the both of you made it into the house you noticed that otis’s air around him was tense. you frowned slightly but didn’t say anything, after all he hated speaking about his emotions, or just hated talking about emotions in general (it didn’t help he was practically a pro at hiding his emotions). then it clicked in your head as he roughly put his rifle down. ‘is he annoyed he lost the bet? i wouldn’t have picked him as the sore loser, petty type.’ you chuckled, finding it a little cute, but you still didn’t want him sulking around.

suddenly an idea came into your head, and immediately you began working, knowing that this would surely cheer him up.

after around 2 hours you knocked on his door, and he muttered that you could enter. you did, and set a warm tray on his bed. he was sitting at his desk, working on some art project (he’s always got some art project to do). he smelled the air and turned to the bed, and his eyes lightened up for a second before a confused expression emerged onto his face.

“cookies? what’d ya do this for?” he rose an eyebrow, wondering if this was a ruse or something. you tsked, annoyed he didn’t understand the gesture, but you explained it to him either way. “well i noticed you seemed a bit annoyed for losing the bet, and i thought this would make you feel better.” you smiled, feeling proud of yourself.

“hm, didn’t pick you for a baker type’a girl.” he mumbled, inspecting the cookies. you scoffed before his eyes met with yours. “y’know, this is unnecessary. i’m not even mad, you’re seeing into things that aren’t there.” he said, speaking up louder. you were annoyed at this reaction. you spent 2 hours baking him cookies (he has a big sweet tooth) to cheer him up and this is the thanks you get.

“fine, i’ll just take these back and give them to someone who’ll actually appreciate them and won’t be a dick about it. maybe baby, or tiny.” you grabbed the tray before you felt otis’s calloused hands grip your wrists, forcing you to set the tray down.

“hey baby, don’t be like that. y’know i didn’t mean it like that, i appreciate the effort, i do. i’m just surprised, okay?” he looked genuine and his eyes met yours. you were waiting for him to say sorry, but the way he his, he probably wouldn’t. you sighed, not saying anything. he sighed as well, and with all his strength, he mumbled something. “…sorry.”

you’re eyes lit up when he said this. otis driftwood, saying sorry? that was a first. suddenly a grin flew onto your face as you hugged him and laughed.

“now, stop that bad mood of yours and let’s eat these cookies before they get cold.”

tysm for this request, i had so much fun writing it! i’m sorry if this wasn’t up to ur standards it was a challenge to write and i wanted it to get out asap. if u have any more please send them in, i would love to hear them x

[m-jelly]

The bunny's keeper - Chapter 2

@ladycheesington <3

Levi x fem! reader.

Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, Levi has tattoos and piercings, bad boy Levi, protective Levi, mentions of blood and violence, smut, pierced penis, foreplay, asking for consent.

In this chapter: Levi has a busy day with his side job with Erwin. Levi misses you after a day full of working so he goes over to yours and the two of you have sex for the first time as a couple.

Massive thank you to @ladycheesington for helping me flesh this story out and helping with the side plot of Erwin and how the gang started

Part 3

The texts Levi and you were exchanging were pure love and affection. It was hard not to contact each other, but you just adored each other. Even though Levi’s job was busy, he still made time for you. Saying I love you was on the tips of your tongues, but you were waiting for the right moment. Levi sent one last adoration text before going elbow-deep into a car again. He grabbed what appeared to be making a rattling sound, it was a tracking device. He knew the owner wasn’t going to be too happy.

Levi’s workshop did mostly help normal people, but they also did things for those in the criminal world. They would help people out linked to the criminal world, mainly because Erwin was starting a gang and Levi was his righthand man. He would help people out with their vehicles and charge them a bit extra, but by helping them they help Levi and Erwin in return.

He fiddled with the tracker and walked over to the woman who brought it in, she was the daughter of a well-known gang leader and someone Erwin intended to take out someday, but today Levi was helping her. The way her eyes sparkled as he approached made Levi uncomfortable, he only wanted you to look at him this way.

She smiled sweetly. “So?”

Levi showed her the device. “Someone was tracking you. Looks like it came loose and that’s what you heard rattling around.”

She pouted a bit. “My daddy won’t be happy about this.”

“Mm. Well, it is a good job I found it.”

She took the device. “I’m sure I can find out who put it there.”

“Sure.” He sighed. “Anyway, that’s everything. Head to reception to pay and I’ll get your car out.”

She trotted on her six-inch heels after Levi. “Um, Levi?”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to her. “Something wrong?”

“Could I get your number? I want to take you out on a date.”

Levi stared at her for a while, he always found himself in these situations where women would ask him out and he never knew why. Levi never thought much of himself and he did understand some ladies liked bad boys, but he was rather popular. He wasn’t sure what this woman wanted from him. Levi knew what this type of woman liked and it was normally rich men who had just as much plastic surgery as she did, even though she was in her 20s.

He grabbed a cloth and released a long sigh. “No.”

She whined and pouted hard. “Why not!? I’m pretty and rich!”

Levi rolled his eyes. “Just because you think you’re that, doesn’t mean I think that.!

“You don’t think I’m pretty?”

He raised a brow. “No. I find my girlfriend pretty. She’s stunning and cute. I want to nibble her.”

She folded her arms. “I bet I’m better looking.”

“No, impossible. She’s the ultimate cute and sexy person.” He pointed to the door. “Reception is that way.”

“You!”

He waved over his shoulder at her as he walked away. Once his hands were clean, he moved her car to the front and passed her the keys. “Take care, miss.” He returned to the shop and raised the next car. He got to work right away fixing the underside of the car.

Smart shoes tapped on the floor and grew closer to Levi as he worked. It was easy for Levi to recognise who it was because of survival instincts, he had trained himself to recognise people’s footsteps so he knew if he needed to fight or not. These shoes belonged to his nearest and dearest of friends, Erwin.

He lowered his hands and sighed. “Afternoon, Erwin.”

Erwin smirked. “Afternoon. I saw a young lady leave here in a huff. You break her heart?”

Levi climbed out and cleaned his hands. “She asked for my number and I said no. She asked if she was pretty and I said my girlfriend was prettier. She was pissed.” He sighed. “She’s the daughter of that big-time gangster you’re planning to end, right?”

Erwin put his hands in his pockets. “You’re right. Wanna know why?”

“Sure. Would help.”

Erwin nodded his head towards the room in the back used for business. “He’s the number one producer of heroin in this city. You and I have seen how fucked up that drug is.”

Levi took a seat in the room and sighed. “My uncle’s friend passed after countless years of using. He was a walking corpse.”

“I’ve seen lives ruined, young people look old and people steal just to get money to get a hit.”

Levi sat back. “Killing him makes perfect sense.” He let out a long sigh. “I worry though. Getting rid of him is for the good of everyone, but at the same time I don’t know how Bunny will feel about me doing something like that.”

Erwin smiled at his friend. “Don’t worry, you won’t be doing the dirty work. I need you to train people, as well as make people talk. You’re skilled in self-defence and you can break a man easily.”

“I don’t think that is something I should be proud of.” He pulled his phone out after it vibrated. He smiled softly and texted you back. “I’m guessing you’re here because you want my help? If it is to hang out, that’s good.”

“Sorry to disappoint you. We can hang out this weekend, but today I need your help.”

“Money collection?”

Erwin smiled a little. “Money collection. I have also hunted down a nasty piece of shit that needs your gentle touch if you know what I mean.”

Levi cracked his knuckles. “What did he do?”

“He hurt a lot of good people. He likes to hurt women.”

Levi clenched his jaw. “Like my bunny?”

“Yes.”

Levi stood up. “Let’s go. I want to break his face in.”

Erwin led Levi out of the workshop as the team continued to work. “We have a few visits to do. You okay with that?”

Levi nodded. “Sure. I have nothing planned. You seeing your girlfriend later?”

“I am.” He smiled at Levi. “You?”

Levi blushed a little as he thought of you. “Yeah, she’s coming over. We’re talking about moving in together. My job is dangerous and keeping her close is good. Her housemate is becoming a right dick at the moment as well. They’re upset she has a boyfriend and they’re rarely home. Bunny has been in a few fights with her housemate about it and she’s had enough. We think it’d be good to move in together. I will suggest it.”

“I think it’s a good idea. Keep the people we care about close. After my father was betrayed by so many and my mother and I were at risk, he just moved here and kept us closer than ever for protection.”

“We need to be stronger so we can protect our pretty girlfriends.”

Erwin chuckled. “You’re right.” He pushed the door to the local butchers. “We’ll protect them.” He slipped into the shop and smiled at the owner. “Afternoon, how are you today?”

The owner smiled at Erwin. “I’m good, Mr Smith. Lovely to see you.” He opened a drawer before handing over an envelope full of cash. “Thank you for your help this month.”

“You’re welcome. You had any issues recently?” He started counting the cash as he waited.

The owner sighed. “Not that I can think of. Just some kids, but since Mr Ackerman has been coming to do rounds, we’ve been safe.”

Erwin chuckled. “It’s Levi’s scary look.”

Levi hummed. “I guess. You have my number just in case, right?”

The owner nodded. “I do.” He gasped. “I have something for you as a thank you for the little shits last week.” He moved around before handing over some meat wrapped up for Levi and Erwin. “I appreciate you both.”

“Thank you, this is kind of you.”

Erwin smiled. “I will enjoy cooking this tonight for my girlfriend. Call us anytime you need us.”

The two of them moved from shop to shop collecting money or dropping things off. Each person they spoke to had a bright smile and welcomed the two with open arms. Some even gave them gifts along with the money. After doing their normal rounds and dropping in on new potential clients, they finally made their way to where Erwin had hunted down.

Erwin paused in front of the restaurant. “The guy is in the back here. The team here hate him, so they are helping us.”

Levi hummed as he looked at the building. “Tch, this place is filthy.”

“We can’t all be clean like you.”

Levi followed Erwin inside. “I’m not that clean.”

Erwin laughed. “You are very clean, but I’m not saying that’s a bad thing.”

“It sounded like it.”

Erwin walked with Levi and waved at the owner. “Well, I apologise if it came across as that. I think it’s good you are clean, I am just saying that others don’t have that strong of a virtue.”

Levi stood in the kitchen and saw the grease on the walls. “Tch, you’re right.”

Erwin held back the urge to vomit. “I wish more people were like you.” He glanced at Levi. “You ready to grab this guy and go?”

“Yep.”

Erwin flicked his gaze to the owner and waited for him to unlock a door. “Thank you.” He walked into the room and saw a skinny dirty man sitting in the corner on a stained mattress. “Hello, Mr Williams. I’ve finally tracked you down.”

Mr Williams cowered into his corner. “A-Are you here to he-help?”

Erwin put his hands in his pockets and chuckled. “Nope. I’m here because you can’t run from your past.” He smiled as Levi stormed closer to Mr Williams. “You hurt a lot of women, many of whom are recently protected by me. I look after my people. They’re my family.”

Mr Williams started crying as Levi grabbed the front of his shirt and lifted him. “I-I’m sorry!”

Erwin sighed. “A simple sorry won’t do. You took so much from these women. You think a sorry will fix that?” Erwin leaned against the wall and folded his arms. “Besides, my friend here Levi knows very well that this sorry is only coming from you due to fear of being hurt.” He pulled his phone out. “Levi? Do your best.”

The sound of bones cracking and breaking filled the room. Screams of a terrified man rang out and echoed off the dirty walls. Blood and teeth flew across the floor, but the damage done to this man was not enough. For a moment, Erwin glanced up to see Levi’s hair was messy and he was breaking a small sweat, but that was mainly due to the room being hot and stuffy. The cries started to become gargled and then muffled, meaning Mr Williams was fully destroyed by Levi’s rage.

Erwin sent his girlfriend a loving text before slipping his phone into his pocket. “Levi.”

Levi dropped Mr Williams onto the floor. “What next?”

“Police will take him. I have a contact there and he’s waiting for him.”

Levi grabbed the man’s ankle and dragged him across the floor. “He going to be okay with him being fucked up?”

Erwin chuckled. “He’s expecting it. I wouldn’t be surprised if the police did something. One of the survivors of this man is linked to the police.”

Levi growled. “Tch, he’s so fucked.”

“You can say that again.” He led the way out and saw a black car waiting with a man leaning up against it. “Detective.”

The man lowered his glasses. “Mr Smith, good to see you. You have the trash for me?”

Levi dragged Mr Williams over. “Here is the walking garbage for you.”

The detective looked down at the man. “You did a number on him.” He glanced at Levi’s hands. “Little tip for you, seeing as you are young now and you will be doing this a lot for Mr Smith and me, wear leather gloves or something close to protect your knuckles.”

Levi looked at his cut and bloodied knuckles. “You’re right.”

“Could also protect you in case the person you’re punishing has a blood disease.” He kicked Mr Williams making him groan. “This little shit is clean, which is lucky for you.”

Levi released a long sigh. “Good. Thank you for the tip.”

The detective watched his partner drag Mr Williams into the back of the car. “I owe you both for this. This little shit was like a rat for years.” He pulled out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Erwin. “You know the police don’t like gangs, but you’re the only one that seems to want to go good. So, I can see us getting along really well.”

Erwin took the money and put it in his pocket. “Me too. We’ll be in touch.”

The detective bowed his head. “You bet. Have a nice evening, gentlemen.”

Erwin waved to them before turning to Levi. “You can head home now.”

Levi hummed. “I need to check on my workshop first.”

Erwin turned on his heels and started walking. “Very dedicated of you, but there is a very lonely girlfriend in an apartment who would probably love to nurse you to health.”

A tingle surged through Levi when he thought about you looking after him. “Mm…I’ll be fast at work.”

Erwin chuckled as he watched Levi speed-walk to his shop. “You going to hers?”

“I am.” Levi walked over to his receptionist and checked the records. “Anything I need to know?”

She shook her head. “Nothing really, you’ve had good sales today.”

“Good.”

Erwin leaned on the desk and looked it over. “Looking good, Levi. Seems like you’re making more and more money.”

Levi closed the books and sighed. “We’re scraping by.”

Erwin smiled. “Give it time, Levi.” He pulled back and walked with Levi out of the workshop. “Speaking of money.” Erwin pulled out an envelope and counted some money. “Here.”

Levi took it and felt his cheeks burning. “This is too much.”

“Levi, the money you’ll get from me will only increase more and more over the years.”

Levi smiled a little. “I just want to help people and punish the bad. Plus, the money I get will all be used to make my sweet girlfriend comfortable and happy.” He sighed. “Speaking of, I think I’ll buy her something on my way home. She deserves the best.”

Erwin looked at his watch. “Most places will be closed. What are you thinking?”

“Flowers.”

“You can always collect some.”

Levi thought about it for a moment. “I know just the place to grab some.” He waved to Erwin. “See you later.”

He changed his clothes before climbing onto his bike and driving through the city. He stopped at a park right near your apartment full of flowers and saw no one was around. He climbed off and gathered a big bouquet before going into the small corner shop. He bought all the snacks you liked before going into the lift and up to your floor. Excitement bubbled inside Levi, he just wanted to cuddle and kiss you all night.

He knocked on your door and stared at your roommate. Levi said your name as he stared. “I’m here for her.”

Your roommate folded his arms. “I know who you are and why you’re here. I don’t want you here.”

“Tough shit. I’m here for my girlfriend, not you. I won’t be in your part of the apartment, only hers.”

He snarled at Levi. “You’re a criminal.”

Levi rolled his eyes. “Fuck sake.”

“She’s my roommate. She’s mine.”

“Yours?” Levi’s brow raised. “That’s a bold claim.”

“Look, she doesn’t want you here, so leave.”

You hurried over with a bright smile. “Levi! Hi! I heard your bike.” You grabbed Levi’s hand and gave him a strained smile. “Come with me.”

Levi stumbled behind you. “Sure.”

You pulled him into your room and closed the door behind you. “I have slippers for you in here.”

Levi slipped his shoes off and put on the slippers waiting for him. He looked up and saw you but a bolt on the door and a chain. “Bunny?”

You turned and gazed at him. “Mm?”

He reached over and caressed your cheek. “Does your roommate scare you?”

You gulped hard. “He concerns me.”

“Want me to break him?”

You hummed a laugh. “No, it’s okay. I plan on moving out soon, I just need to find a cheap place.”

Levi blushed hard. “You could live with me.”

Your cheeks burned. “Only if you want me.”

He put his bag and flowers down before cupping your face. “Of course, I want you. I always want you.” He tilted his head and kissed you. “I love and adore you.”

Your eyes widened. “You love me?”

He nodded. “So much.”

You crashed your lips against his. “I love you too.”

He hugged you tightly as he whined. “I’m so glad.” He pulled back as he smiled. “I have things for you.”

You giggled as he grabbed a bag and the flowers. “Thank you.”

“I got you flowers and umm some snacks.”

A tingle went through your body. “You’re so sweet.” You noticed his knuckles were cut up. “Grumpy! What happened here?”

He studied his hands. “I uh…cut them up at work.”

“Poor grumpy.” You took the flowers and put them in a vase quickly before holding Levi’s hands and pulling him into your private bathroom. “Let me clean them and patch them up.”

He felt happy that you were making such a fuss over him. “Thank you, Bunny.”

You patted his hands dry and inspected. “I’ll get my first aid kit.”

Levi stumbled behind you and followed you into your bedroom. “You don’t need to make a fuss of me.”

You sat on your bed and opened your kit. “I want to.” You patted the bed. “Because I love you.”

He blushed hard before sitting down. Those three words went right to his heart, he was willing to do anything for you. He gave you his hands and watched you work. “Mm. You’re delicate.”

You wrapped his hands up and kissed them. “All better.”

He leaned closer and kissed you. “Thank you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Levi.”

Tension filled the air as your hearts raced. The two of you had kissed and held each other for a month and a half, but that was all you did. Now you knew you loved each other there was this desire in you, but Levi had a slight fear because he was a little different than most men when he was naked. It wasn’t the muscles he had, but something else.

Levi tilted his head and softly said your name against your lips. “I umm…”

You placed your hand on his thigh and massaged. “Mm?”

He gulped hard as your hand moved closer to his penis. “Y-You.”

“If you want me to stop, I will.”

He placed his hand on yours. “I have piercings.”

You stared at Levi. “I know.”

He whined a little. “No, I have piercings you haven’t seen yet.”

You pulled back and noticed him glance down to his crotch. “Oh…can I see?”

Levi gasped a little. “You want to see?”

You nodded. “I do.” You smiled brightly at him. “If we are going to have sex right now, then I will need to see it.”

A rush of pleasure and excitement went through him. “You want…you…”

You leaned closer and kissed him. “If you’re too nervous, I’ll show you my boobs.”

Levi stared at your chest. “I would love to see them.”

You giggled at his reaction. It was understandable that he was nervous because it wasn’t normal that men had their dicks pierced, but you loved the idea of it because you knew it was going to rub your g-spot just right. You dragged your hoodie and strap top up and over your head to show Levi your breasts nicely held in your bra.

Levi shivered. “So beautiful.”

You blushed a bit. “Where do you want me?”

He clambered across the bed until he was sat at the top, his back against the headboard. “Here?”

You crawled over to him and then straddled his lap. “Nice and slow, okay? If you’re not ready, that’s okay.”

He let out a long sigh. “I want this. I want you.”

“I want you too.” You took his hand and placed it on your breast. “You can touch me. If you want, I can take my bra off.”

His cheeks prickled pink. “Please.”

You reached behind you and undid your bra before slipping it off and tossing it to the floor. “They’re not perky, but I know you don’t care.”

He reached over and gripped both. “They’re wonderful.” He squeezed them a little. “Soft, warm and big.” He moved and massaged them slowly as if they were fascinating to him and he’d never seen a pair before. He ran his thumb over your nipple and glanced at your face to see you mewl in delight. “Sensitive.”

You shivered in delight. “I am.”

He licked his lips. “Can I lick them?”

“Yes.”

He dragged his pierced tongue up your breast and flicked your nipple. He opened his mouth and took your nipple into his mouth and sucked. He moved his tongue over your peak to tease you as much as possible. He glanced up at you and smiled at you causing you to blush. He pushed his hand down your body to the band of your jogging bottoms. He played slowly with your sensitive skin.

You massaged your fingers in his hair. “You can touch me more.”

He dragged his tongue against you. “Thank you for giving consent.” He pushed his hand down and began moving his fingers against your pussy lips. “You’re so warm and wet.”

You shivered as his hot breath against your skin. “I’ve been thinking about you so much.”

He moved his fingers against your clit as he purred. “Me too. I’ve been dreaming of you.”

You rolled your hips against his hand as you lightly panted. “Love me like you do in your dreams.”

He playfully bit your breast before sucking a mark. “I intend to.” He pushed two fingers slowly into your pussy. “Fuck, you’re so hot and wet.” He rubbed your clit with his thumb. “You’re so pretty.”

You moved a little faster against Levi as you felt your coil tighten. A rush of pleasure burned through you as Levi caressed your body. The way his tongue moved against your nipple and his fingers deep in you was electrifying. You yanked his face against your chest and panted in pleasure. Your toes squeezed tightly as you felt your orgasm rushing closer. You yanked Levi’s face against you more and hugged him a little as you let go.

You moaned as you felt a rush and a euphoric release. “Levi.”

He blushed as your walls spasmed around his fingers. He popped his mouth from your breast and admired your orgasmic face. “So pretty.” He smiled a little before kissing you. “I love you.”

You panted and hummed. “I love you.”

He dragged his fingers from you and licked them clean. “Can I eat you?”

Your cheeks burned. “Mm, yes, but only if you want to.”

He lifted you and turned on the bed. “I really do.” He lay you on your back and admired you. “You are so cute.” He gripped the top of your jogging bottoms and panties. “I just love you so much.” He dragged both off you and tossed them to the floor. “Fuck.”

You giggled as he gazed at your naked body. “I’d look better if you were naked too.”

Levi whipped his top off and threw it. He panted as his muscles flexed and he felt a rush of excitement inside him. “Do you have condoms? I have some in my pocket.”

You nodded. “I do, but I am on the implant.”

He gazed at you. “I’ll get a-.”

You pressed your fingers on his lips. “I trust that you’re healthy and clean. I want to feel you, all of you and the implant will do its job.” You nibbled your lip. “If you don’t want to, we can use a condom.”

He gulped hard. “I uh…I want to try w-without. I’ve never tried without before.”

“Nor have I, but I want it badly with you.” You felt heat fill your cheeks. “I hope I feel good.”

He undid his belt and then pulled his trousers and boxers off as he spoke. “I know you’ll be incredible, my bunny.” He paused a moment. “I hope you’re not scared.”

You looked down at his throbbing erection and marvelled at how beautiful he was. He was thick with a pretty vein wrapping around him. The tip was a kissable pink. The first piercing on him was on the underside near his tip, it was a pretty bar going through the skin with little balls on the end. The other was on the top part and went through the ridge and was known as dydoe or king’s crown. Both piercings were going to add extra pleasure to you.

You pawed at Levi’s chest. “Can we skip the eating and get to the fucking? I want to feel you inside me.”

Levi’s cheeks burned. “I want that too, but uh…”

You cupped Levi’s face. “How about next time you can devour me for as long as you like.”

Levi perked up with a sparkle in his eyes. “Please. I want that.”

You hummed a laugh. “Will you let me devour you?”

He blushed. “You want to suck my dick?”

“If you let me.”

He pushed your legs apart and massaged them. “I would like to try.” He leaned over you and kissed you. “Are you sure about this? About me?”

You reached down and lightly wrapped your hand around his erection causing him to quickly suck air between his teeth. “You’re so warm.” You moved your hand up and down on him. “I want you, Levi. I adore you. Every inch of you.”

He shivered at your touch. “Bunny.”

You ran him up and down yourself before pressing him slowly into you. “Levi, please.”

He pressed his hand onto your pelvis and moved his thumb against your clit causing you to purr with pleasure. “Just to warn you, feeling both piercings will be weird at first.”

You giggled. “I’m excited and ready for you.”

You gasped as he slowly sank his cock into you. There was a mixture of sensations inside you. The thickness of his cock was incredible because he stretched you just the right amount and not too much. The piercings caressed and popped past pleasure points inside you causing you to buck and mewl in delight. It was incredible how he was making you feel just by pushing his cock deep into you. The length was perfect too, it wasn’t big at all, and it was just the right amount to feel you and touch you where you needed it. His cock was the perfect one that you could just take over and over.

As every inch of Levi moved into you he had to grip the sheets below your head to contain himself. He’d never gone deep into a woman before without a condom. This was special though because this was you. There was something so addictive and intoxicating about you. The way you wrapped around him and dragged his cock in made him feel so desirable and sexy. He was in awe of you, your body was just divine and perfect. The two of you fit together so perfectly. Levi was a little worried about how long he was going to last due to how good you felt. He was going to make sure you came at least once with his cock and then hope he could get a second in, but he wasn’t sure. You were both young and each other’s second sexual partner, so there was a lot of fun learning ahead.

Levi tangled his fingers into your hair. “Are you okay? Does it feel bad?”

You shivered. “You’re incredible.” You wrapped your arms around Levi and gripped his back. “Your cock is so perfect.” You smiled at him. “You fit me so wonderfully.”

He tapped his forehead against yours and smiled. “I’m glad you’re okay. I have worried about this so much.”

“You are so sweet.”

He kissed you and hummed. “You’re much sweeter.” He nuzzled the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent. “Can I move?”

You shivered at his hot breath and deep voice. “Please do.”

He dragged some of his cock back before plunging in and made sure to angle his hips just a little. A smile spread over his lips when your walls clenched him and the sweetest, yet sexiest moan escaped you. He moved slow and deep into you causing your body to tingle with pleasure. It was passionate and loving like he was trying to feel every single inch of you. Plus, he was still a little worried that you might suddenly hate his pierced cock. However, you seemed to have pleasure written all over your face. He had to just admire how cute and sexy you looked under him.

You purred in delight before wrapping your legs around Levi’s hips. You dragged your nails across his muscular back and loved how his muscles moved under your fingers. As Levi was admiring your body you were taking in every single inch of him. The pink tinge on his cheeks was adorable and the wide pupils made him look like a hungry beast. When he noticed you were staring at him so lovingly, he smiled and let out a little chuckle causing you to blush all over your body. There was something so arousing about him being balls deep inside you, smiling and chuckling.

Levi pressed his lips against yours and hummed. “You’re so adorable watching me like that.”

You turned your head a little. “Mm, you are just so handsome.” You moaned as he rolled his hips a little harder and deeper. “A-Ah, mm you feel so good.”

He caressed your cheek and turned your head. “You’re incredible.” He kissed you roughly before biting your lip. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and growled as your tongues moved together. He gripped you tighter and pressed his body fully against yours, meaning he could feel your incredible breasts against his chest. He pulled back for a moment just to praise you. “I love you so much.”

You leaned your head back and mewled. “I love you too.”

Levi dragged his tongue up your neck before sucking a mark right over your voice box. He smiled when he felt the vibration of your moan against his lips. “So perfect. Your body is amazing.”

You gasped as he moved his hips faster causing his tip and piercings to drag and press against your G-spot. “A-Ah, fuck.” You dug your nails into his back. “Mm!” Your legs started to shake a little as the pleasure that was a warming soft feeling was now becoming loud and explosive. “I’m mm…Levi.”

Levi kissed your neck and nibbled. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Y-Yes. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

He bit your jawline as he kept moving against you. “Anything for you.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head. “Little up and faster.” You cried out when you felt the most pleasure you have ever felt. You slapped your hand over your mouth and moaned loudly over and over. You felt flustered that this man could do this to you and you didn’t want your roommate to hear. “Just like that.”

Levi gripped the bedsheets as your walls fluttered around you. He grunted and moaned as he pushed you closer to your orgasm. Levi knew he wasn’t going to last because being deep inside you was just too addictive and good. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. He kissed you over and over as he focused on making you cum first before he lost himself in your body. He made sure that his pelvis rubbed against your clit so you got as much pleasure as possible.

You turned your head and playfully bit Levi’s neck making him moan in pleasure. “I love you, Levi.” Your legs shook as you felt on the cusp of an orgasm. You bit Levi again ad sucked hard causing a big lovebite to appear. You clenched up and felt the pop and then a rush of pleasure. You released his neck and moaned in delight as your orgasm burned through your body. “Mm.”

Levi grunted and panted as your walls massaged him. He tapped his forehead against the bed and pressed in deep as he came hard. He moaned as he felt his cum enter you. “F-Fuck.”

You shivered in delight as you felt him release a big load inside you. “Levi. Mm. This is incredible.” You panted and smiled at him when he pulled back. “Can we do this again?”

Levi blushed. “I would love to. It feels really good.”

You caressed his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He turned his head and kissed your hand. He hugged you tightly and dragged himself out of you. He held you closer and whined. “Mine.”

You giggled in delight as you cuddled with your man. “Yours.”

He pulled back a bit. “I promise next time I’ll last longer.”

You blushed a bit. “I think this was perfect, Levi. It was better than anything I’ve had before.”

Levi’s eyes sparkled. “Really? You are the best too.” He kissed you and sighed.

You wiggled a little and got comfy. “Mm, sorry to break the sweet moment, but do you want something to eat? I’m a bit hungry.”

Levi chuckled. “I can make something. I got meat today from a butcher.” He climbed off the bed and yanked his boxers on.

You sat up and pulled the blanket at the end of your bed up against your chest. “You buy it?”

“I was gifted it.”

You smiled. “Because you fixed his car?”

Levi stiffened a little knowing you had no idea about the gangster things he did for Erwin. “Yeah, I helped him out big time.”

“You’re amazing.”

He saw you had your own little kitchen area to cook, which showed him how much you tried to avoid your roommate. He opened the window and started cooking. “Thanks. So, do you want to move in soon?”

You smiled sweetly. “I would love to.”

He glanced over at you and smiled. “We’ll get you safely to mine, I promise.”

You nibbled your lip as you felt excited. “I can’t wait. Mm, this smells so good. I’m so hungry.”

Levi walked over and kissed you. “I hope you enjoy what I make for you, my cute little bunny.”

“I know I will.” You lightly touched his abs. “Maybe after eating we can have more sex?”

He blushed a little. “Yes. I’d love that.”

[joedirtymadre]

Cream Puff

MASH X READER! FLUFF! (Please send more requests!)

You were currently studying in the library with Lemon, trying to prepare for the upcoming potions test. “Let’s take a short break…” Lemon sighed as she leaned back in her seat. “Yeah… I think I’m starting to get cross eyed… I’ve been reading the same page 4 times already…” you groaned. 

“By the way (Y/N), how come Mash isn’t here studying with you?” Lemon asked. “As soon as I mentioned that we have a test next week he started short circuiting. “That’s when Lance, Dot, and Finn dragged him off. They said they would help him study,” you shrugged. “I see, well they’ve helped Mash so many times on past tests and quizzes that I bet they’re experts on dealing with him,” Lemon said. 

“Seriously… I love Mash, but when he starts short circuiting I can’t help but panic…” you sighed. “Really? Well don’t you think it’s sort of cute when he does that?” Lemon nudges you. “In a way,” you smiled. “Well, what other expressions does he make that you think are adorable?” She asked. “Hmmm… I love it when he realizes I have an extra cream puff on me,” you laughed. “Aww,” she cooed. “Also, when he tries to tell us a lame joke,” you added. “Well, what about expressions that you don’t like?” Lemon changed the question. 

“Don’t like?” you asked as you sat back and thought. “I never really thought about that, I’ve never disliked anything he’s done… Other than that time he stuffed a creampuff in my pocket and I sat on it without knowing it was even there…” you explained. “I guess… but I meant more like whenever he’s been too clingy or jealous,” Lemon said. “Clingy? Jealous? Mash is neither,” you replied. 

“Oh come on, there has to have been one time where he got jealous and began to act clingy or something,” Lemon said. “No he’s never done that before… I don’t even think he knows what jealousy is,” you pointed out. “Well… what if we irk him a little, see if he’s not a robot,” Lemon giggled. “I don’t know… Mash jealous? I can’t even imagine it,” you said. “Well it won’t hurt to see,” Lemon smiled slyly. “I don’t know Lemon, it doesn’t seem smart to trigger someone’s jealousy,” you pointed out. “It’s not like you’re gonna cheat on him! Come on, I already have a plan!” She said as she dragged you out of the library.

The Next Day

You and Mash patiently waited for the rest of your friends to arrive. “Today there’s a new limited edition cream puff available, I’m so excited,” Mash drooled slightly. “I know, I heard it might be either matcha or pumpkin. It sounds so delicious!” You smiled softly. “By the way… why are you so dressed up today?” He asked as he pointed to your outfit. You were currently wearing a green sundress… or more like Lemon forced it onto you. “W-Why you don’t like it?” You asked nervously. “No, it’s nice, but you don’t normally wear dresses like that. So I was wondering…” he said softly. “Ah, well I’m glad you think it’s nice,” you smiled as you reached out to grab his hand. 

“Hey!” You heard someone call out and turned to see Lance and Dot. “Hi!” You waved back. “Sorry we’re late, this guy couldn’t pick which sister shirt to wear…” Dot groaned. “I have to pick the perfect one, or else I’m doing my sweet sister injustice,” Lance glared. “Well I’m glad you guys made it,” you smiled. “Oh by the way, here you go (Y/N). We brought you a flower,” Dot said as your friends handed you a rose each. “T-Thanks? That’s really sweet of you,” you said confused by your friends’ gifts.

“We were also told to say you lo-” Dot smacked Lance’s head, stopping him mid sentence. “What he was going to say was how nice you look today! I think so too! That color looks great!” Dot said quickly. “Thanks,” you said, finally understanding what was going on… You glanced a look towards Dot and he quickly returned a knowing glance back. Lemon’s behind this…

You then turned to Mash, wondering what his reaction to this was. You frowned when you noticed a blank stare. “Thinking about the new cream puff Mash?” You sweat dropped. “Oh wow, did you just read my mind (Y/N)?” He asked. “Sure…” you trailed off.

“Hey! (Y/N)! Everyone!” You heard someone call out. You turned to see Lemon and Finn, “Hey guys,” you smiled. Finn approached you and handed you a small bag. “H-Here (Y/N), these are for you. Also, you look n-nice,” Finn stuttered. “Thanks Finn,” you said with a sympathetic smile. “Oh wow (Y/N)! The guys all brought you gifts! That’s so sweet of them!” Lemon said rather loudly. Everyone turned to see Mash who was silently watching.

“Wow, you guys are so nice. Now can we go get the new cream puffs before they’re sold out?” Mash asked. Everyone sweat dropped at the unfazed Mash. “Y-Yeah, let’s go,” you said, feeling slightly disappointed by your boyfriend’s lack of reaction. “Yippee,” he said and raced towards the stand. “Well that was a waste of time…” Lance said as we began following Mash. “Lance, shush!” Lemon scolded him. “It was sort of a let down… I was sort of hoping he’d punch a hole in the ground to tell us to back off (Y/N). I mean, that’s what I would do,” Dot added. “You can barely punch through a piece of paper, how would you punch a hole into the ground?” Lance asked. “What was that?” Dot asked as the two began bickering.

“You ok (Y/N)?” Finn asked. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be glad my boyfriend doesn’t get jealous, just means he knows we’re solid,” you said trying to reassure everyone. “Yeah…” Finn replied. 

You arrived at the stand. Seeing Mash eating his cream puffs. “How are they?” you asked. “Good, want a bite?” he asked. You nodded and took a small bite, “Hey I was right it’s pumpkin!” you smiled. “Yep, but sadly I could only buy 5… The owner said that’s the limit because they’re so popular,” he moped. I guess cream puffs are worth more of a reaction than me… “I’ll go buy some, and we can share them,” you said. “Really? Thanks (Y/N), you’re the best,” he said. 

You purchased the cream puffs and handed 2 to Mash, “Thanks,” he said as he began munching on one. While snacking and chatting you felt something pull on your skirt. You looked down to notice a little boy, “Hi there!” you smiled as you knelt down. “Miss, can I have one?” He whispered. “Huh? Oh, a cream puff?” You asked. “Mhmm! It just smells so yummy, but I didn’t bring any money today… Just one please?” He asked. “Oh umm… sure!” You smiled as you reached into your bag and pulled out the last one. 

As you were about to place the cream puff into the little boy’s hand, you noticed it disappear from your hand. “U-Uhh?” You questioned as you looked around, thinking it fell. You then look up to see Mash towering over you while eating a cream puff. “M-Mash? Did you just…” you trailed off. “One sec,” he said as he zoomed away. You turned back and watched as Mash snatched the cream puff Dot was about to eat and raced back to place it in the boy’s hands. “Take this one,” he said. “Hey!” Dot yelled

“Ignore him, here take it,” Mash said as he gave the little boy a cream puff. “Wow! Thanks miss, thanks mister!” The boy said as he ran off. You turned to Mash who continued munching on your cream puff. “Mash?” you asked. “Hm?” He replied. “What was that all about?” You asked. “What do you mean? He still got a cream puff…” he trailed off. “Ok, but why didn’t you give him that one?” You asked, confused. “Because… I can only have your cream puffs… I didn’t like that you were going to give him one of yours…” he said softly. “So never give anyone a cream puff except me,” he said as he finished the last cream puff. 

You smiled and leaned closer to him, using your thumb to wipe off any crumbs. “And you can only do this with me too,” he said softly, avoiding your eyes. “Alright, I promise,” you smiled before you gave him a peck on the cheek. “And that… especially that,” he said. “Yeah, yeah, only you,” you laughed.

[unfixablebabyyy]

so i just read You and was obsessed w the perspective and also i just love getting a lil peak into dennis's brain so this is a something i wrote idk (also slightly inspired by that one meme of that anime girl lol)

(nsfw, minors DNI)

Dee's taste in... well, everything is absolutely abhorrent, but her taste in people is especially repugnant, which is why I can't fathom why such a striking creature would ever consider her a friend. What do you see in her? She's annoying and rude and abrasive, but you, you're none of those things. And I knew that the second I met you, but I had to be sure. So for the last week or so I've been doing a bit of research and it turns out, you really are just perfect- kind, smart, fun, absolutely stunning. Your only flaw lies in the fact that you're so incredibly naive. You leave your doors unlocked, your windows open, you always walk around the city with headphones on and your face in your phone. You're such an easy target. Don't you know how sick the world can be? But it's ok, it's not your fault- you're prey. Good thing I've got my eye on you. I'll protect you, even if it means you never go outside off leash again.

And now, as you sit across the bar from me, I can smell your perfume and I just want to drown in it, in you. You're half turned away, joking with Charlie as he throws darts, and from your side profile I can make out the tiny bumps of your nipples under your shirt. The past three nights you've come with Dee to the bar, you haven't worn a bra. You're clever, but not subtle. It's beyond cute. When you turn to me, I make sure my gaze lingers on your chest a second too long. I want you to know that I noticed.

"Hey!" I could never get tired of your voice. I need to know what it sounds like after a long night of crying.

"I.D., please."

You giggle. I've been carding you since the first night you came in, it's become a joke between us. Really, I just love reminding myself how young you are. When you hand it over, I brush my fingers against yours. I pretend to examine it and nod approvingly before handing it back. You grin, and this time, you brush your fingers against mine.

"Alright, what can I get you?"

You bite your lip, "Surprise me." Of course you want me to decide for you. I smile. I could surprise you. I could slip you something and we could have a night full of surprises. But not yet.

"You got it." And I know exactly what I'll make you- I saw the cranberry juice in your fridge and the vodka on your counter while doing my research. You were at work.

"Just don't make it too strong." Don't worry, I won't start making them strong until you're at least three in. Your eyes go wide as the song playing over the jukebox changes from some Dire Straits Mac had put on to Depeche Mode. "Personal Jesus". Kind of on the nose, but you won't notice.

"Oh my god I fucking love this song," you're so bubbly, and I know, I saw the album sitting on your record player. That's why I queued it up when Dee mentioned you'd be stopping by.

"I saw them when I was in middle school," don't forget, I'm old enough to be your daddy. I was in my twenties when you were born. You like that- I can tell by the way your cheeks get a little more pink.

"Ugh you're so lucky, I would love it if they toured again," I slide you your drink and smile.

"Well, if they do, I'll take you." Did your dad ever buy you concert tickets? I bet he did.

"Then it's a date," now you're really blushing, "or whatever." You're so sweet it's making me lightheaded. 'Or whatever'? So submissive. I imagine if I were to take a bite out of you I might get a toothache.

"It can be a date," of course it's a date. You bring your drink to your lips and sip and god I wish I could just reach over and taste you. You smile as you set it down.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think maybe you like me," Like you? Last night I was looking at custom dog bowls for the cage I'm going to put you in. I can't sleep at night without touching myself to the thought of cumming inside of you, marking you, making you mine. I don't like you, I want to cut you open and crawl inside of your ribs and hold your heart in my hands.

"You're adorable," I could rip you apart with my teeth. You cross your legs and readjust in your seat. Again, not subtle. I wonder just how wet you are. I mean Jesus Christ, all I have to do is look at you and I can practically hear that little lamb heart beating in your chest, and I can only wear this wool for so long. Sooner or later you're going to see the teeth and the claws. Maybe they'll scare you, maybe not. Either way, it won't matter when they're making you bleed, and judging by how red your face gets when I speak to you, I think you'll bleed easy. Bruise easy, too.

"Do you flirt with all of your sister's friends?" you're starting to get a little bolder. I lean in so that my face is inches from yours, like I have a secret. Your eyelashes flutter.

"No. Only you," I won't play your games, I want my intensity to bring you to your knees. The last couple of days have been fun- toying with you, making you wonder whether my charming smiles and compliments and gentle touches were platonic or not. But it's time to show you who's in charge. You bite your lip. I swear to god I can smell the pheromones on you.

It doesn't take me long to get you drunk enough to slip out the back door with me while everyone else argues over a game of pool. You really are such a lightweight. As the door swings shut behind us, I cup your little face in my hands and press my lips to yours. I don't want to. What I want to do is rip your clothes off and pull you to the ground and watch as the panic begins to rise when I slap my hand over your pretty mouth to muffle you. But that could be dangerous and I have to control myself. You kiss me back and slip your hands under my t-shirt where they roam across my chest, up my shoulders, down my back. It's giving me goosebumps and making it harder not to hurt you. I decide to test my limits. When I push you up against the rough brick exterior, I shove a little too hard and you yelp. But it only seems to make you want me more. So when I lean in to kiss you again, I bite down on your bottom lip, and you moan. Of course you're one of those girls. You love the abuse.

My hand finds your neck and you gasp even though I don't tighten my grip- I just want you to know I could- I want to. Someday I will- I'll choke you so hard and for so long you'll pass out, and then I'll smack your face until you wake up, just to do it again. I'll make you beg for the privilege of breathing. But not tonight. If I ever want to get to that point, I have to stay focused. Besides, just the feeling of my fingertips on your throat is turning you on- I can feel a wet patch forming on my knee where I shoved my leg between yours.

The heat of your body is making your perfume stronger and I feel like I'm going insane, like I'm on the verge of doing something depraved. You push your hand into the waistband of my jeans, then my boxers, and I can't help but growl when your fingers wrap around my cock. As you start pumping your hand up and down, I lose myself for a moment and dig my fingers into your neck. You whine, and when I release, I notice the dark red crescents my nails left on your soft skin.

It's best if I make my hands busy, so I work on the button of your pants as you continue to play with me. I groan into your neck as you squeeze me hard. Pretty soon I'm going to have to pin your wrists to the wall. When you do it again I bite your neck hard enough to serve as a warning and you quickly soften your grip as your jeans inch down just enough. Good girl.

You shiver as the night air breathes down the alley. I can feel your pulse in your cunt as I touch you over your panties. You're so pathetic, you easy little whore. I haven't even bought you dinner and you're already about to let me fuck you stupid next to a dumpster behind my bar. But I won't. I'm gonna make you beg for it. I want you to be so achy and needy for my cock you'll let me do anything to you. I can't fuck you tonight, you haven't earned it.

I sigh and retract my hand. "You're drunk," I press my lips into the crook of your neck and practically feel you deflate against the wall. "Why don't I take you home?"

"Oh," your voice is so sweet and soft, "ok."

I pull away and brush a loose strand of hair from your face before planting a kiss on your lips. Relax, angel. I'm not done with you. You pull your hand out of my pants and the absence almost hurts.

"My car's just down the street, I'll tell Dee you got sick," I brush my thumb across your cheek and peck your forehead before snaking my arm around your waist and leading you down the alleyway. At the end, before we step onto the sidewalk, you stop.

"Did I do something?" Your eyes are so big.

"Consent is really important," I lie, "I just want you to feel safe with me," it'll be all the more enjoyable for me when you realize you're not. My answer seems to satisfy you.

When we get to my Range Rover, you raise an eyebrow, "Nice car."

"Thanks, Frank bought it for me when I got into Penn," it doesn't matter if it's true, now you think I know how to take care of something for a long time. I've established my ability to commit.

"Jesus, isn't that Ivy League?" And just like that, you see that I belong to an elite community of scholars.

"Yeah."

In the Range, you begin looking through my CD collection, pulling out albums you recognize, asking about ones you don't. You like old music, old cars, old men. You mention that your dad introduced you to Christopher Cross, so of course I slip it into the radio and skip to Sailing and tell you it's my favorite, which is true, but I happen to know it's yours, too.

I pretend to be lost and ask you where to go even though I've made the drive at least 20 times in the last week. When we get to your place, I park the car right outside of the familiar front doors and look up at your dark window.

"Are you sure you don't want to come in?" you spread your legs ever so slightly. So obvious.

"How about I cook you dinner tomorrow night," you'll act like a whore when I say, first I've got to teach you some manners.

"When?" you don't want to leave.

"I'll call you." Get out.

You step out onto the curb and wave.

"Goodnight," I say and you turn and head in. I don't leave until I know you're inside, safe. In fact, I don't really leave at all. I park the Range a block away and walk back. Your light is still off, but even in the darkness, I can see you up there. You really should close your curtains, especially when you're inside, naked and panting, humping your pillow like a bitch in heat.

[the-fluff-piece]

"I just want some f**ing wine"

Sanji x fem!reader modern day AU

for the stressed millenial who just wants to be pampered and loved unconditionally

-> find part 2 here

-> and part 3 here

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You have a typical bad date at a good restaurant - which gets crashed (or saved) by the handsome chef that has a thing for you.

This is with a fem!reader in mind. Who is very exhausted and unnerved.

involves fun things like swearing, smoking and alcohol. But no smut. We are not having so much fun 🤨

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Your evening was horrible, it even beat your day of totally unnecessary meetings. Sitting opposite Thomas, your blind date for the evening, was a test for your mental health. He went on and about his ex-girlfriend, who, as he told you, was absolutely crazy, stupid, hysterical and he was so over her after almost a year. Yeah buddy, tell yourself that.

And that after he had been so extremely nice on the dating app where you met him. Shame. He was actually good looking and had a stable job, he was funny and smart. And still hung up on his ex for some reason. By now, you knew everything about her. You sipped at your wine, bored out of your mind by the next story about how horrible she was on their last vacation together. At least the wine and food were excellent. Thomas picked the location. Bet he was here with his ex, too. You see a waiter running around and wave with your glass to indicate that you need a refill. He swiftly came by and asked: “The pinot grigio again?”. You just nodded, that wine was tasty. “Or might I recommend the wine our chef has picked to be paired with the main course?”

“No thank you, I'll have more of the pinot.” you insisted. Better stay with what you know.

The waiter, however, came back with another glass as you listened to Thomas now talking bad about other dates he had found on the app. Oh boy, do you think I now feel better than the others? Knowing how you talk about women you dated? You think, only noticing in the last moment that the wine you were brought was red instead of white. “Excuse me”, you call the waiter back. “This isn’t the pinot?”

“Chef’s recommendation, he said it’s on the house”, the waiter informs you with an apologetic smile.

Free booze! “Tell him my thanks”, you say as politely as possible. This evening just got better.

“You know, you shouldn’t drink so much”, Thomas commented on your second glass of wine with a well intended, but ultimately unnerving wink. Yeah, just destroy my happiness, you think as you already feel a bit guilty. You knew you shouldn’t indulge. Just like you should work out regularly, stop smoking and eat more veggies than instant ramen. Since this was your first date in ages with no other currently in sight, you set the glass down and ate something of the incredibly tasty pasta you were served. The sauce was just the right consistency and tasted of fresh herbs, tomatoes and childhood summer evenings. So delicious you actually had to sigh. And it went so perfectly with the wine. Another sip.

“Y/n, what do you think?” Thomas asked, it was all of his monologue you could hear.

“What?”

“I asked what do you think about the elections?” he repeated his question, talking very loud and clearly.

Fuck, politics. It would be wise to know about that before this got serious, but you where exhausted. “Uhm” you eloquently started, “I think elections are important for democracy.”

Thomas turned into the blank face emoji. It looked funny enough. Needing a pick-you-up, you excused yourself and pretended to go to the bathroom. Instead you headed to the small garden of the restaurant to have a secret smoke. The cold wind was refreshing and you took out your zippo. Looking at the childish motif you had to smile– a cute comic reindeer eating ice cream. It was it a moose? Tanuki? Never mind.

Zip, zip

only a few sparks, no flame.

Ok, trusty zippo, don’t leave me hanging.

Zip, zip,zip...nothing.

“Fuck”

The clicking of your futile attempts goes on and on – until finally, the sound of an igniting flame. You shield your cigarette from the wind when you realize it wasn’t yours that actually worked. A flame is held against the tip of your cigarette, you breathe in, igniting it and inhaling the first draft of sweet smoke.

“Oh thank yooouuuuu” you started your sentence well but screwed up at the end, sounding like a screeching car instead of a human. Unprepared to stare into the clearest and most fascinating blue eyes you have ever seen, your cigarette almost fell out of your gaping mouth. The eyes were embedded in a perfect, male face. He was tall, blonde, with a perfectly groomed goatee and creamy-white skin. His blonde hair was expertly styled and fell over one of his eyes. You noticed that the eyebrow that was not covered with a golden lock was bent into an elegant curl. His perfect mouth gave you a warm smile as he said: “You’re welcome, my lady.” He took a draw from his own cigarette. It looked like in ads. If you wouldn’t have been smoking since you were 14, that would have been the time to start.

Unable to resist you looked him up and down. Tall, slender, long legs. He was wearing a fine taylored suit, complete with a west and tie, an ensemble that accentuated his narrow waist and broad shoulders. Trying to act like a normal person you pried your gaze away and politely ignored him. Besides, it was ridiculous to drool over a guy of that calibre. While on a date with another. You tried to stay realistic, your blonde gentleman surely already had a girlfriend. Or two. Probably just as pretty.

Watching your last puff of smoke curl in the night sky, you decided to get back and give this date your sincerest efforts, like a real adult would. You turned to throw the gleaming bud in the trash.

“Whoa” the blonde model man stood far too near to you. When did he move closer? Unable to stop the momentum of your turn, you bumped into his chest.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you there” you blurted out and smiled out of pure embarrassment.

“No worries” he said confidently. “OH MY GOSH YOU’RE SO CUTE” he squeaked, a total contrast to his previous demeanor, staring at your face, visibly blushing.

“Uhm, thank you…?” you said with a clear question mark at the end of your sentence.

“I hope you like the wine I picked for you, my lady” he continued like nothing happened, still smoking.

“Uhm what?” you asked.

“The red wine. Goes with the pasta. A perfect combination. From the look on your face, you enjoyed it” he explained matter of factly, looking all cool and business again. “After my shift, we can drink some more together.”

Was he hitting on you? He must have seen that you were with someone.

“I am actually on a date…” you voice trailed off.

“That’s a date? Looks like a piece of work” he says and chuckles. “I can show you a really good time. I'm Sanji, what's your name?” he said with a bow, clearly courting you now. And getting a bit creepy.

“You know, I gotta go now” you excused yourself and quickly returned inside.

“Wait till you taste my dessert!” he shouted behind you.

What a strange guy, looking like an actor while acting like a total creep. You didn’t get it, a handsome man like that wouldn’t need to be so pushy. A bit of charm and every woman in sight would eat out of his hand. You sat down at the table again, Thomas was scrolling on his phone, barely acknowledging your presence. He wasn’t much but at least you knew what kind of man he was: after a bad breakup he got a little bitter, and judgy. But other than that, he was better than most. Wasn’t that the best you could hope for? Everyone told you that your standards were too high.

Just as your thoughts took a gloomy turn, the waiter sat down a beautifully decorated plate in front of you with a crème brulée and strawberry sauce.

Thomas looked up from his phone to inform the waiter that they didn’t order that. The waiter looked uncomfortable as he answered: “A gift from the kitchen. On the house. For the lady.”

Perplexed, you twisted and turned in your chair until you caught a glimpse of the kitchen entrance, and, unsurprisingly, there stood a tall, handsome man, now with an apron over his fine suit, and winked lewdly at you.

You already drank the wine. Free dessert couldn’t hurt. Besides, shifts in the kitchen ended really late, you would be gone until he was free. You dug in. The crust on the sweet treat was crispy caramel with a vanilla cream underneath. You couldn’t help it, a pronounced “mhmm” escaped your mouth as you savoured every bite. It felt like the most comforting thing in the world, it tasted like coming home after a long day. To a real, cozy home. A feeling you were barely able to enjoy anymore, being too stressed and exhausted to even properly relax. This was your treat after a long week and you ate with your eyes closed.

“You like it?” you heard Sanji's voice in your ear, much to close. Startled, you wanted to jump up but instead just pushed the chair back, falling backwards. The chef caught you casually with one hand and sat the chair back in the floor.

“You’re so beautiful when you enjoy something” he praised you with a husky, soft voice. The dreamy expression on his face was almost too much.

“Excuse me, who are you? Can you believe this guy...?" Thomas spat the words out angrily, looking at the scene with disbelief.

"I cannot believe you can be sitting in front of the cutest Lady in the world and you stare at your phone? Your loss” you heard Sanji say in a taunting voice, suddenly sounding like a street thug.

"I want to talk to the manager" Thomas demanded, standing up.

"Let's everyone just calm down, because there is no problem and nothing" You tried to save the evening while the two men attacked each other with hostile glares. "Thank you for the dessert, it was delicious" you say to Sanji, whose eyes have turned into hearts the moment you adressed him. And turning to Thomas you say "let's just get the cheque and call it a night. It was a nice date, let's do that again some time!" You may not have sounded entirely convincing, but it was enought that both of them backed off, muttering curses.

While splitting the cheque and getting ready ti go, you heard loud noises coming from the kitchen - and lots of cursing.

Sanji

Zeff beat him up really good that night, stupid waiter snitched on him hitting on guests yet again. The restaurant couldn't take one more bad review about him.

But he just couldn't help himself. Watching her face light up as she ate his food was unresistable to him, having a quiet smoke together and watching her suck on the cigarette, blowing out the steam from her perfect lips...he couln't resist.

As Jeff kicked his ass out of the restaurant, ending Sanji's shift early, he decided to call it a day and get home. His feet hurt from standing in the kitchen all day and he was tired from the long hours he worked. Lighting a cigarette, he decided to walk the rest of the way home, he could use a little exercise.

The night air was fresh and the streets empty and quiet. He often walked home alone after work. The loneliness was both soothing after a stressful day, but it also made him painfully aware that no one was beside him, no hand he could hold, no one that would need his jacket to keep warm.

He imagined the girl from the restaurant walking beside him. She looked tired, unnerved when she came in. Nothing special. But when she got the chance to relax, her whole being seemed to change. She enjoyed life's pleasures intensely, fully. And to his eyes, she became a princess. He imagined her with him, grumpy and tired - until Sanji gave her his jacket, put his arm around her and kissed her hair. His head spun a fantasy of her beautiful smile that was just for him - causing him smile in reality. Alone. He swore that if he ever found her again, he would do anything to make her enjoy herself again.

His little fantasy improved his mood and he hummed french chansons all the way back home. His apartment building was old, but charming. It was usually pretty quiet and empty when he left around noon, and dark and deserted when he got back in the middle of the night. He hardly ever met the other inhabitants. That night, one of the flats still had some light in it. He looked up - his cigarette escaped his mouth and fell on the cobblestone of the street.

It was her, no mistake. She leaned out of a window and had one last smoke before bed, he figured. He watched, mesmerized, as her little mouth puffed out tiny clouds.

She lived just next to him, all this time. Fate has brought her to his restaurant tonight, it was meant to be! He stared a few more minutes until she was finished and retreated back inside, switching of the lights.

A tiny flame illuminated Sanji's face as he lit another cigarette. "I'll win your heart, my princess. Just you wait."

Now that you've read the whole thing, let me know in the comments if you liked this slow burn! 👇

I am planning more parts where Sanji tries to win your heart and you get to know him better as a person, there will be hot moments and endearing situations. Please let me know what you would love to read! I srly absolutely need your people's written feedback on this because it's a niche and I am no good writing into the void. Dm, comment, reblog kath cryptic tags....anything.

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hellooo, 31 and 41 for angst 7 for fluff. So it’s like angst with a happy ending. But the plot kinda goes that eddie doesn’t think he’s good for the reader so he lies and says he cheated cause he knows she won’t forgive him for that, but maybe someone tells reader the truth a couple weeks later and there’s a really cute getting back together part.

Deserving of you

I LOVE THIS. I AM WRITING THIS ASAP.

“You broke me! You ruined everything we had and- for what?”

“Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the problem? All these people keep leaving and you keep acting surprised.”

“You’re the only person I want to spend my life with”

Part 2

Being the freak of Hawkins, Eddie has heard a lot of things about himself. He's dumb, he stinks, being a rock star will not get him far, he's going to need a real job, he'll never make it to college, and he's all around a loser. 

Eddie can brush anything off because he knows the answers to their accusations. He's actually smart when he cares. He only smells after a cigarette. He fully believes in his band, and he will be a true rock star. He didn't need college. So to him, he's a winner.

And he fell in love with a girl who saw him the same way. She was amazed at how his brain worked. She adored the smell of his cologne, with a small hint of his cigarette musk. She's seen the band; they fucking rock. She's his number-one groupie. She didn't even care about college either. She fell in love with a winner. 

Eddie, as it was said, is smart. So when he landed a girl who walked out of a model catalog, he couldn't wrap his brain around that one. He doesn't even remember if he introduced himself in a full sentence when he met her; he was talking nonsense. something about the weather that somehow led to "Eddie." But the second he heard her laugh, he was done. Eddie didn't believe in that dumb love at first sight bullshit, but he believed in her.

When she quickly climbed the ranks at Hawkins, he wasn't surprised. She was beautiful, and with looks like that, you'll get snatched up by the jocks real fast. So when she became best friends with Chrissy after a week, that wasn't a shock. When Jason tried to hit on her, that wasn't a shock. When she was easily welcomed by the popular squad, that wasn't a shock. 

The true shock of it all was that she still talked to Eddie. She still walked to his locker every morning. She even sat with him at lunch some days. Eddie truly thought maybe she was dumb; why risk it all for him? Being new and welcomed by the popular kids was not common and very hard to achieve. But one smile got her whatever she wanted

~~

When Y/N decided she wanted Eddie, she was going to have him. When the second Chrissy told her that the gorgeous metalhead with puppy eyes was on the market, she was ready to buy. 

Before she knew it, she was in the back of Eddie's van with her tongue down his throat. And ever since, they've been together.

Y/N adored Eddie. After a year of being together, she truly felt like she was in love with him. 

~~

If there was one thing Eddie couldn't brush off, it was the fact that he didn't think he deserved Y/N

Every time he looked at her, he had no idea how he had landed her. After a year of being together, he truly felt like he was in love with her. It scared him but excited him. 

But he never had the balls to tell her, to trap her down with him. 

When the school decided to question Eddie, they wondered how Y/N and him were still together. Jason was an ass, and everything he said was full of shit, but Eddie was starting to believe his words.

"Yo freak, she's still with you? I wonder why."

"Freak, what do you pay her to keep her around?"

"Hey, freak, I think it's some type of bet by this point. No one's been into you for this long."

"You are definitely doing some devil shit on her."

"not sure what she sees in you, trailer trash"

"you wouldn't ever be able to take care of her. You have no money and not even a real house. Couldn't even afford a ring if you wanted."

"You don't deserve her, dude, you know that right?" She's way out of your league. She has just clung to you since she met you when she first arrived. doesn't know how to drop a loser like you. A whole charity case You're pathetic with your heart eyes. You love her, don't you? Too bad she would never love you."

It all rang in his head every damn minute. He barely sleeps, hearing Jason echoing in his mind. It hurt, and he believed it.

One thing about Y/N was that she could never be upset with him, and he knew that. When he broke her favorite vase, she smiled and brushed it off. When he forgot her birthday present, she shrugged and pecked his lips. He has been an idiot countless times, and she stayed with him anyway. That's how he knew he didn't deserve her. He was holding her back. She would never love him the way he loved her. He needed to end things before they got even more real. 

If there was one thing to make her hate him forever, it would be unfaithfulness. It hurt, but he had to break up with her, and he knew how. 

~~

Y/N decided she was ready to tell Eddie she loved him. She didn't want to wait anymore. She knew Eddie was her endgame. She wanted to marry him, have kids, tour the world, and be together forever. She doesn't care if she's just a teenager in love. She wanted him.

She was going to do it tonight.

~~

Eddie decided he was ready to break her heart. He didn't want to wait anymore. Even though he loved her and believed he would love her forever, it was time to let her go. Find someone who does deserve her. Someone who could afford to take care of her

He was going to do it tonight.

~~

"I need to tell you something!"

"I need to tell you something."

They spoke at the same time. She sounded excited, but he sounded bored.

She eyed him questionably; Eddie always spoke with passion, never so dull.

Eddie took a deep breath and grabbed her hand. He needed to be selfish for one more second before he lost her forever.

He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her one last time. He moaned at her familiar taste and warmth. He cupped her cheek and pressed himself against her as hard as he could. He planned to kiss her until he couldn't breathe. She pulled away with a dopey smile.

"Hello to you too." He hated the way she smiled. She had no idea he was going to break her heart into thousands of pieces.

Her eyebrows stitched together, and her lips turned into a frown. "What's wrong?"

Eddie didn't notice he was crying until she kissed his cheeks and wiped his tears. He looked into her eyes one last time. just one last time while she still looked like she could love him. One last look to remember how they used to shine when they saw him. Because he knew after this, those eyes would only look at him with hatred, but that's what he needed.

He sobbed into her. holding her tight. She panicked and wrapped her arms around him. She's never once seen him so broken over something. She was terrified by what he had to tell her. Did he have to move? Is something wrong with Uncle Wayne? Is his dad back?

"I cheated on you." now that she did not see coming. She felt like time had stopped. Her arms went limp around his body. 

She pulled herself away and stood between his legs. 

"Wait what?" 

"I slept with someone else." It hurt him to even say it. He felt like he was eating shards of glass and swallowing them without water. feeling every scratch and poke to his throat.

"When?" He hated how she sounded breathless, fragile, and vulnerable. 

"Last week, when you couldn't make it to the hideout," It was a believable lie. She had to cancel at the last minute to babysit a cousin. She was upset that she had to miss the show, and he was a bit upset too. 

"You fucking asshole!" He's never heard her shout before. His body physically flinched at the sound. Her voice echoes throughout the trailer, bouncing off the windows and heading straight back into Eddie's ears. He couldn't look at her; he was staring at her shoes. 

"Look at me! Look at me and tell me you fucked another girl." He shook his head, "no." He couldn't handle seeing her. 

She scoffed at his rudeness and yanked his chin up. Her eyes searched for some type of lie. All she saw was guilt swimming around. He was guilty; he actually did it. 

He wished she hadn't done that. He wished with everything in him that when he looked at her, all she would have on her face was anger. He found none. just simply broken and betrayed. He wishes there was fire in her eyes—hatred even. This was so much worse. 

"I fucking cheated on you, okay? I was pissed that you blew me off, and I got drunk. I found a girl, and we had sex. I fucked her, okay? And in the moment, I didn't regret it. I didn't even think about you once. Is that what you wanted to hear Y/N? Huh?" He screamed as he stood up. looking down on her. She hated it. 

The slap echoed even louder than their screams. His cheek burned with agony, but it was nothing compared to the burning in his throat as he held back more sobs.

He needed to continue this act. He needed to make it hurt, and she needed to hate him.

And with her next words, he knew he had succeeded.

"You know what Eddie? I have held you when you cried because people leave you. Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the problem? All these people keep leaving, and you keep acting surprised. I will never forgive you for this. I hope you find that girl and live happily ever after. I wish I never met you that day." 

It almost felt like she slapped him again and again. Somehow the physical slap hurt less than the words that were hitting him in the face. 

He knew she didn't mean it. She needed to show some type of power over him. She's lying to make it seem like she will be okay after this. He loves her; he knows her.

She was walking out of the trailer, and he didn't want to follow. He didn't want to see her go. He sat back on his bed, his head in his hands. 

~~

She was even more hurt by the fact he didn't follow her. didn't even try to make her stay. Maybe she should have felt grateful for that, but all she felt was unloved. A year and it was gone?

Her hand was on the front door handle, but she stopped. She stood at the end of the hallway, and she could see clearly into Eddie's room. His body hunched over.

"Eddie?" It was so soft she didn't know if it would travel far enough to his ears. But he peaked up. His eyes met hers. “You broke me. You ruined everything we had, and for what?" 

With that, she slammed the door on her way out.

A reply she couldn't hear and wasn't meant to hear whispered in the silence of Eddie's trailer: "Because you deserve more."

~~

Eeek! I love how bad this hurt :)

I'm going to post it in 2 parts because I love to torture everyone!

But part 2 will be posted very soon after because I'm going to start writing it right away !

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