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chrollohearttags · 3 months

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“..smile for me, daddy..”

you take quite the liking to eren’s newest piece of jewelry!

oral sex (p + a eating), spit play, hair pulling, fingering, squirting, need I say more?

I’ve written this trope before but I’m doing it again because why not?! I can’t get it out of my head and I am pushing this agenda. (Also trying to ease back into writing because I’ve been bullshitting.)

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“What you think, my man? How ya’ like it?”

“..yeah, this is the one, dude..definitely the one..”

stood before the counter at Schiaparelli Jewelers, brandishing a mirror in one hand as the the other casually stroked over his chin, Eren’s lips curled into that of quite the smirk; in turn, refracting off of the light..to say that he was satisfied with the result of his latest commission, would be a very gross understatement. Schiaparelli’s had become a staple in Miami's Design District. A multi-generational business with a reputation that preceded them. With infamy rivaled next to Johnny Dang. Having catered to celebrities and the city’s elite alike, they curated the most beautiful pieces with the utmost care. Thus, earning them millions and a recurring clientele. Among those were the Underground God himself and seasoned musical maestro, EJ the Don. Who had gotten everything from his first chain to the wedding ring he placed on his beloved (y/n)’s finger a year prior. VVS diamonds glistened from the bottom row of his already perfectly aligned teeth as he examined the new grill he had just acquired. A spur of the moment decision he’d made on impulse while you were away on another modeling trip. The custom mold wrapped his entire bottom and encapsulated his canines with red stones. It was absolutely beautiful and although the piece had set him back roughly fifteen thousand, it was well worth it and deserved in his opinion! Having just been nominated for two writing awards and a third for album of the year. Awards season was approaching and although it wasn’t among his priorities to attend, it was still a feat worth celebrating. Not to mention, it was quite the confidence boost as well. He wasn’t one to base his self worth in extravagant jewelry or expensive clothes, but he was certainly feeling quite good about himself in these. He loved the way they looked against his lips and how they complimented his teeth.

dapping up the jeweler, EJ thanked the man once more and proceeded to give him quite the hefty payment for his services..of course, self gratification wasn’t the only reason he had gone and copped this new piece for his collection. He was actually hoping to get a little something more out of the deal..

“That’s what I like to hear, my man! Listen, how do you think the missus will react? Think she’ll like ‘em?”

a question he was certain he’d find out the answer to as you had just shot him a text, saying that you’d made it home and of course..to hurry back to you! Not a moment too soon, in his opinion. He’d spent all week longing to see you again and what better way to greet you than with a surprise like this?

“..I guess we’ll find out soon enough..”

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“Mmph…Rennnnn, baeee! Stop—oh my gosh…”

the words spilling out in a trail of whiny huffs being drawn forth from your mouth. Among many other lewd sounds leaving you at the moment. Just as he had expected, your reaction was one he could’ve spotted from a mile away..the second Eren made it back home through the door, (y/n) came rushing him as you leaped forth into his arms. It didn’t take long after spinning you around with an array of kisses for you to spot them..the faint glint from his mouth as you slowly pecked at it. It was when you took his bottom lip between your teeth and tugged gently, did you reveal his little secret. He could tell immediately from the glare on your face, just what you thought of it. That was also apparent by your sudden shift in demeanor..going from subtle, flirtatious kissing to full blown, unadulterated lust. He had no interest in setting you to your feet or halting your advances, especially when you continued to swirl your tongue around his own and continue filling his head with compliments. From how sexy he looked with them and how badly you desired to wet them up! “Yeah? I’m glad you like them, baby.” That was to say the least. He wasn’t shocked in the slightest and once he heard your opinions, he no longer felt any reservations about his purchase! So fast forward, and the two of you moved your little party to the downstairs game room, where he’d often reside on his days off. You’d find yourself on the leather couch in the corner, legs spread to either side as he feasted at your center. Nearly seven days had passed since you’d seen one another in person and nearly ten since you’d had any physical touch so it was obvious what was on either of your minds. Inked up fingers laced around your throat in an effort to make certain your eyes never shifted from his. Meanwhile, you couldn’t help but to glare down at him with tears and lust teeming at your waterline. A finger slid between your lips as your husband delicately flicked that tongue around your clit..and each time, he’d make certain to flash you a toothy grin. In which you’d catch those sparkling diamonds littering his mouth.

“You sure you want me to stop, baby? I mean..you were the one begging me to make you come in my mouth.” Prompting both of you to burst into laughter. He knew that it was only because you were so close to your peak. Apparent by the creamy secretions leaking down his chin and staining that silver. How he craved your essence, your flavor and the feeling of you dripping onto his tongue. How good it felt to hear your moans coagulating with the sounds of his loud slurping, erupting throughout the room. Those white toes resting atop his bare shoulder blades, curled up at the slightest brush of your little bud. “I-I..fuck, it just feels so good, baby. Please..keep going.” (Y/N) uttering with the heave of your chest, rising and falling at a rapid rate as you tried to control your breathing.

“That’s what I thought..now lay your pretty ass back and lemme take care of you..lemme eat this pussy. Missed you so bad..”

with that, he’d continue his ascent into your soaking cunt. Exploring every fold, crevice and every delectable part of his beautiful wife. It may have been his favorite pastime if he were being completely honest…eating you until he brought you to the brink of tears and ecstasy. There was something so satisfying about it. Especially with the euphoric feeling of those juices making contact with his mouthpiece. Your fingertips would run underneath his chin and stroke the side of his face as his own dug into the thick flesh of your thighs..kneading slowly and keeping you in place. “Fuck…you look so sexy. Shit..” tossing your head back and releasing another breathy giggle from the overstimulating pleasure. “..swear you gon’ make me come, daddy..right there.” Guiding him along with your hand and those loud whimpers. That sundress that wrapped your body was shuffled down to your tummy as it bunched up underneath your breasts. You’d alternate between them and those dark tresses of his, not entirely sure what to do with yourself as you were unraveling.

“Don’t tease me now, princess. I need all of that..please..”

only taking a breath momentarily to work a couple digits inside of that hole as it spasmed on the air. He knew you needed to be filled but for now, he wanted to continue his feast..in more ways than one. As he parted your legs even further and continued working those digits in and out, Eren tugged you towards him. The only time he’d become forceful, as to keep you restrained. Because whilst you were focusing on the gentle thrust of his fingers in your pussy, his tongue would snake south to your puckering hole. Where the tip prodded at it and he’d flick around until you were trembling. Pleasure only increased tenfold when you pinched at those sensitive nipples. You could barely contain yourself and it was only a matter of time before he’d be getting that sweet release. He’d squeeze at your plump asscheeks as he switched between your entrances. Lobbing each hole with a very generous amount of spit. Soft whimpers arose from your throat and even hitched but that wasn’t enough for him. He needed that body to fall apart within his grasp and to react only the way he could make it happen.

“Come on, gorgeous. Let me have it. You wanna come, don’t you?”

that toothy smirk appeared yet again along with a high pitched coo. It never fails to make you melt..with the nod of your head, you’d shake vehemently, just grasping at anything to feign off the swelling in the pit of your stomach. One that was only mere seconds from exploding.

“Aw, then let it out. Do what you said you would earlier..or you gon’ hold back on me?” Teasing as he continued to push up into your most sensitive spot. And it didn’t take long until you were exploding all over the couch and of course, those silver slugs lining your man’s mouth. “Fuck! Fuck!—“ “..thereeee we go!” (Y/N) released a shroud of juices that spilled onto the cushions and Eren let his tongue wag as he lapped up every single drop..those fingers sopping with your creaminess. Which he’d let you slurp off once you were able to compose yourself.

“Shit!..Kiss me..” whining as you tugged him up by his chain and into your grasp. Shoving that tongue back between his lips and tasting the remnants of yourself against those grills. Cupping his face between your palms, you’d pull away from each other to meet gazes once more. That’s when he’d smile for you once again and you’d swoon for him all over again.

“Yeah, I’m gonna need you to wear those more..like all the time.”

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clownmitts · 11 months

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Quick drawing while I work on a REALLY silly 18-page-long joanfk comic,,,,

#clone high #clone high fanart #clone high joan #clone high jfk #joanfk #clone high season 2 #this is so cheesy

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lavendarr00 · 2 months

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pov: Astarion patiently listens to you talk about your day

#this is so cheesy #but I had to make it lmao #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #astarion gif #baldurs gate 3 astarion #bg3 gifs

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dnvrsmedia · 11 months

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okay thoughts abt ellie finding information on pride & bringing it to joel to confirm??

she’d be like…woah. a whole month celebrating people like me..?

she kind of becomes obsessed at the thought of pride, & scours the jackson library for more information

once she realizes that there isn’t much information, she goes to joel

her face all pink while she mentions what she found one day while on patrol (a book about pride)

joel’s poker face is broken while he tries his best to explain what june meant in the old world

after their talk, ellie felt herself daydreaming about what it would have been like to be herself in the old world at a festival surrounded by others that are like her

joel on the other hand talked to maria about his new idea

the next june, jackson had a new theme to it

rainbows adorned the outside of businesses in the town’s center on the first day of june

older members of the community held sessions where they would talk about life on the old world

& jackson would throw their very first pride party

#this is so cheesy #dnvrsmedia #em rambles #tlou #the last of us #tlou2 x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams #pride #pride fanfic #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader fluff #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams fluff drabble

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so-long-soldier-writes · 6 months

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Airport Troubles

kai parker x reader

summary: you face some trouble with TSA while trying to catch your flight. the suspicious agent uses some unconventional methods to get the truth out of you.

tags: roleplay / sexual roleplay, fingering, oral, vaginal sex, cuddling, mention of pregnancy, minor breeding kink oops

word count: 3.4k

a/n: it's taken me 4 days to publish this bc I finish work and then immediately fall asleep. also this is so cheesy but I haven't posted in a while, so I pulled something out of my wip graveyard (this has been in there for months)😅 slowly working on requests!

“Hey, I’ve got a new idea.” Your boyfriend comes up to you, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Hm, what’s that?”

“TSA check.”

“Huh?”

“Like airport security.”

“I know what it is, Kai. What idea do you have with that?”

“You stand still and I check you over. Make sure you’re not gonna land in a new city and kill a bunch of people.”

You snort, “shouldn’t I be checking you then?”

The joke flies over his head, “no, because I need to be the one touching you.”

Instead of trying to explain your joke, you giggle, “okay. Friday night?”

“Yes.” There’s a dark glimmer in his eye as he agrees.

It should scare you, but it has the opposite effect. “Okay. I’ll be ready.”

Proud of himself, he gives you a kiss before crashing onto the couch. Not two minutes later, he’s calling you over to cuddle, and when you do, he’s instantly out like a light.

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You spend a solid hour getting ready for Kai’s new roleplay idea. These types of things always get him so excited, both of you, really, so you put extra effort into your appearance.

Underneath jeans and a plain t-shirt, you’re wearing a black lingerie set - one that’s a little more complicated than those you usually wear. Sometimes it’s fun seeing him struggle to take them off, but you have to hold back the giggles so he doesn’t catch onto your tricks. The difficulty makes him frustrated, which leads to him being rougher when he finally gets it off.

Smirking at the thought, you complete the look with socks and shoes, plus a coat and backpack. You plan a loose dialogue to go with it, then head downstairs at nine sharp.

The minute you come around the corner, Kai’s right there, and you almost smack straight into him.

“Excuse me, ma’am, please watch where you’re going.”

“Sorry, sir.” You bite your lip to not laugh. It always takes you a minute to get comfortable with a new character.

“Where are you headed?”

“Terminal A, going to New York.”

“I see. Well, good thing that flight’s not leaving for another forty-five minutes, because you’ve been randomly selected for a pat down.”

“May I ask why? Did I do something wrong?”

“Not entirely, ma’am. However, your inattention to your surroundings is a little suspicious to me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“No worries. Just come with me.”

“Okay.”

He leads you into your living room, blinds closed, illuminated by two lamps in the corners.

“We’re using lamps instead of the overhead light so that the flashlights work better,” he explains.

“Oh, okay, sounds good. I like that better actually. Big lights hurt my eyes.”

“Why? Are you high?”

“What? No! Just… I have sensitive eyes.”

He’s quiet for a minute, then speaks into an invisible radio on his hip. “Gonna need you to bring me a drug test, Brenda. Might need it.”

You resist the urge to laugh, again.

“Is security funny to you, ma’am?”

“No, sir. I’m sorry.”

“Alright, stand still. Do you have your ID and passport?”

“Yes,” you hand them over and he looks through both briefly.

“Okay, jacket off. And I’m going to look through that and your bag.”

You bite your lip, shrugging off the items. If Kai drags this out, you’re going to die.

“Just a little patience, won’t take long.”

“Okay.”

One-by-one, Kai pulls the things out of your bag and comments on them.

“What’s this exactly?”

“Curling iron. For hair.”

“Okay.”

“Hmm, phone charger, small deodorant, pens, notebook, glasses, looking good. Hold up, condoms?”

You blush red.

“It’s alright, better safe than sorry.” He continues, “book, nail file, oh - this lipgloss, I’m going to have to discard it because it’s a weird color.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it’s showing up green on the light, and that’s weird.” He throws the gloss out without further inspection. As it flies across the room, all you can do is throw up your hands. “Protocol.”

“Sure.”

“Hmm, now what’s this? Another curling iron?”

“Um, no. That’s a… personal effects tool.”

“A what?”

“A, um-”

“You’re going to have to be crystal clear with me, young lady.”

“It’s a vibrator.”

“A vibrator?”

“Yes.”

“Then what are the condoms for?”

“Wha-”

“Nevermind, not my problem. As long as it’s not a weapon, you can keep it.”

“What about my lip gloss?”

“No, ma’am, you can’t keep that. I already told you why.”

You groan in fake frustration.

“But the rest of your bag is clear. Okay, now for the pat down portion, you’re going to have to stand still with your arms out. I’m going to check your upper body first.”

“Okay.” You do as you’re told, biting your cheek hard.

Kai runs his hands along your arms, squeezing from your shoulders to your fingertips. On two occasions, he runs the back of his hand along your skin, letting his nails tickle you. Again, you fight the urge to giggle.

He then focuses his gaze on your chest. “What’s this necklace?”

“It’s from my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Yeah, he’s actually waiting for me in New York.”

“Why didn’t you just fly together?”

“Conflicting schedules and all that.”

“Okay.” He runs a finger along your collarbone before muttering, “all good there.” His hands are all over your body now. They cup your breasts and rub your nipples, then move down to squeeze your waist. Kai rests a hand on the small of your back as his other feels your stomach.

“Is this standard procedure?” You question as he touches your breasts again.

“Please don’t interrupt me, ma’am. This is very important.”

“Oh.”

“I’m going to need to check your lower half now.”

“Okay. Did I pass on the top half?”

“Yes.”

“Cool.”

“Spread your legs.”

He wastes no time moving to your hips, then thighs. “I need to touch here.”

“Okay.”

His hands hold and squeeze your butt. A finger is run along your crotch until it rests above your clothed clit. Suddenly he applies pressure, sending a jolt up your spine.

“How’s your sexual performance?”

“What?”

“How do you perform sexually?”

“Um.”

“You must answer the question.”

“I’m fine, I guess. I don’t know.”

“Are you pregnant?”

“No.”

“Is there any chance you could be pregnant?”

“I mean, a small chance, but I doubt I am.”

“Okay,” he replies. Kai says nothing more on the topic. He moves down to your knees, then feet, rubbing his hands along them. “Alright,” he finally looks up at you.

“Did I pass?”

“For the most part, but I’m still suspicious. Do you have anything in your jean pockets?”

“No. You told me to empty my pockets, so I did.”

“Sass isn’t going to speed this up, sweetheart.”

“Sorry.”

“I’m gonna need you to remove your pants so I can check them.”

“What?”

“It’s protocol.”

You fake a sigh, then unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs. Kai licks his lips, and you can tell he’s trying his best to hide his excitement. The moment he glimpses your lingerie underneath, though, his eyes widen.

“Ma’am,” he starts, sighing. He’s holding back. You can hear it in his tone, though the tightening of his jeans is giving him away quickly.

“Yes?”

“I’m not sure you wore the appropriate attire for this flight.”

“Oh! Sorry. I didn’t expect to be stripped in an airport. I was wearing it for my boyfriend.”

“Mhm, well you should’ve acted less suspicious or you wouldn’t’ve been stripped. Also, again, sass isn’t helping your case.”

“Can we just… finish this so we can both move on from this awkward situation.”

“Depends if I deem you able to fly.”

“Okay then can we start that process?”

“Sure. I’ll try to ignore your… outfit.”

He did not, in fact, ignore it. Kai continues his inspection like normal - well, normal for Kai - and pats down your body. Every so often, he mutters a comment about you passing this, or doing well on that, but when his fingers ghost over your clit again, he clicks his tongue.

“See, this is the problem. I think you’re hiding something here. But don’t worry, it’ll only take a second. I just need to-”

He doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, a gasp leaves your lips as he pushes two fingers inside you. You’re already wet from all the petting, so by the time he’s finally touching you, he moves with ease.

“What are you looking for?” You mutter out, hands gripping his head. He doesn’t correct you, but lets you hold onto him for balance.

“Can’t tell you. Protocol.” His older hand is gripping your thigh, though it’s slowly moving up to grab your butt again.

“Oh.”

“I think it’s deeper than I initially thought. One minute.” Kai positions himself in front of you to grab one side of your hips, his other hand holding back the lace, then begins to lap at your core with his tongue. He pulls you down onto him to lick deeper, periodically sucking on your clit. The feeling is absolute bliss, not to mention seeing him under you. A moan leaves your lips, and you immediately clamp a hand over your mouth.

Too late, he heard it. “Please, no talking, ma’am.”

“I’m sorry.”

You have no idea how he’s not cracking up right now. Then again, Kai has a tendency to take roleplays very seriously. You have a theory that he likes to pretend to be someone else every so often, but you’ve never mentioned this to him. Instead, you just play along into your boyfriend’s fantasies as best you can. After all, he erupts in a fit of content giggles at the end of each session, so you can let it all out then. You both know he can’t be serious for too long.

“Have you found it yet?”

Kai adds his fingers again and “searches” deeper. “Not yet.”

“Okay.”

“Though I think I can get you to give it up and confess where it is if you’re relaxed enough.”

“I’m not sure what you mean, sir.”

“You will in a moment.”

Suddenly, he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder. You squeal and claw at his back, wanting something to grip. Before you can say anything, though, he sets you down on the desk. Kai pulls your shirt up over your head, but takes a second to admire your set. A lump forms in his throat.

“You have a very lucky boyfriend,” he comments.

“Seems I also have a very lucky TSA agent.” You bat your eyes playfully, then spread your legs open to him.

“Naughty girl.”

His tone has you biting your lip.

His eyes scan over you for a moment and you’re not sure what he’s thinking. Then, he takes the straps of your lingerie and pulls them down your body. When he reaches your waist, he realizes he has to unclip the garter belt before he can get your top off all the way. It takes a moment for him to do this, hands shaking with excitement. His tongue sticks out from between his teeth; his expression is deeply concentrated.

He finally unclips the two parts of the belt, then tugs your panties down your legs. At last, he finds the solution to the top - unhooking it and letting it drop to the table. The same time he undoes the clasp, something small falls from its place, buried within the top, and hits the ground with a shudder. If he hears it, he doesn’t ask. Nor does he make a comment about the challenge of the set, though you know he’s thinking about it. Instead, he wastes not a minute more, and undresses himself quickly.

As he lines himself up with your entrance, you suddenly ask, “do you do this with all your cases?”

“Only the ones with boyfriends,” he winks.

The urge to laugh is hard, and your hand flies to your mouth again. For a second, you see a little smirk on Kai’s face as he tries not to break character with his own chuckle.

But then that moment is over as soon as it comes, because he uses your distraction to push into you. You groan at the feeling, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly. He pulls out almost completely, but then rocks his hips back into you before finding a steady pace.

As expected, his thrusts are aggressive, and you’re gasping for breath. Your tits catch his eyes as they bounce in place. His own grip on you is equal to that you have on him - both will probably leave light bruises for you to find in the morning.

It isn’t long before you feel yourself losing strength. Your stomach muscles are sore from holding up your body, but when you lean back on the desk, Kai puts his hand out to support your head. He crawls up the length of your torso, kissing your neck and chest, and sucking on your tits. Neither of you will last much longer, but even in roleplays, he makes sure you come first.

“Come on, princess.” It’s the first thing he’s said in a while. It breaks through the obscene sounds of sex like a knife through butter.

He uses his spare hand to rub your clit. You’re so close to the edge that tears form in your eyes.

“Come on,” he prompts again. The hand holding up your head moves so it’s around your neck. Slight pressure is added, and Kai clicks his tongue to urge you to finish.

Then, as if his convincing is exactly what you needed, you come. Your body shudders against the table, shaking, while moans spill out your lips. Your release is all he needs to follow close behind, filling you up with his seed. He pulls out before he softens uncomfortably, but plugs you up with his fingers before too much can escape.

You take a moment to catch your breath. He helps you sit upright when you do, though, and he gives you a sloppy kiss to the mouth.

“Relaxed now, ma’am?”

“Uh huh.”

“So where’s the weapon?”

Sleepily, you reply, “fell out of my top. It’s on the ground.” You point lazily to the floor where he now notices a small pocket knife.

“Ah,” he clicks his tongue. “There it is! Okay…” Kai sets the knife on the table, then fetches an orange juice from the corner of the room. “I need you to drink this, please. It’s very important.”

“Okay.”

Kai tinkers around while you drink the juice. By the time you finish the bottle, you’re able to stand up by yourself again.

“Feel better?” He asks, buckling his belt back into place.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Good, because I still need to test that you’re not a criminal.”

“Wait, what?”

“Well, you had a knife on you that you tried to hide. And since you’ve been acting suspicious and have been way too sassy with me, I don’t feel comfortable letting you on the plane until I know you’re not a threat of national security.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Right. Give me one finger, please.”

You hold a hand out to him.

Kai takes the liberty of pressing your pointer finger into something wet and black, and then stamps it down on a piece of paper. “Thank you. Just wait one minute.”

As he stares at the paper, you take to staring at your finger. Hesitantly, you lick it, wondering if he really used ink.

“Don’t lick it,” he reprimands immediately.

“Sorry.”

It tasted like fruit, like he had mashed up blackberries or something. You want to giggle, but refrain.

“While this processes, would you like to tell me why you were carrying a knife under your shirt?”

“I keep it there for self defense.”

“Why not in your pocket, or something?”

“Easier for me to grab, harder for attackers to see. But sir, may I add, I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I honestly forgot it was there. I was anxious about having to be in the parking garage and then totally forgot to put it in a better place. I’m really sorry. I promise I’m no threat to anyone.”

He sighs, reading your face. “I understand, ma’am. And it seems you’ve passed the test, so your story checks out.”

“I passed?”

“It appears so.”

“Okay, great!”

“That being said, you’re now free to go. Your stuff is right over there.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Thank you for your time. Oh, and might I suggest a few things?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, one, remember to not hide your weapons in your bra when you enter airports.”

“Sorry-”

“Two, throw out those condoms, because obviously, you don’t use them. Considering how fine you were without them ten minutes ago.”

“Excuse me?!”

“And three, you might want to get a pregnancy test. I come from a huge family, seven siblings, to be exact, and I also carry a twin gene.” Kai grins at you. “Have a nice flight!”

Keeping in character, your jaw drops. “Fuck! Are you serious?!” You exclaim loudly.

“Ma’am, please be wary of children in the airport.”

You shake your head in annoyance as you walk up the stairs, bag in hand, and away from him.

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Twenty minutes later, Kai comes upstairs to find you on your bed. He wanted to give you some time to recover on your own, but will only leave you alone for so long before he needs to be by your side again.

“Hi,” he greets, peering his head around the door.

“Hi, baby.”

“Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

“How are you? Was I too rough? Are you hurt anywhere? Was it too much?”

“Come here,” you gesture for him to join you. “None of those things, pumpkin. It was perfect. You were perfect.”

“Are your wrists bruised?” He asks anyway.

You send a question back before answering him. “Are your hips?”

“Maybe. But I don’t mind. It was worth it.”

“Well, my answer is the same.”

He’s only quiet for a second before continuing. “I liked that piece you had on today. That agent was right - you are a naughty girl.”

“Seems I am.”

He gives you a kiss, then tucks his head into the crook of your neck with his arms around your waist. He doesn’t budge when you lean back and take him with you. Your head hits the pillow and he only nestles closer.

After a while, though, he coughs. It’s not a sick cough, but more of a “new topic starter” kind of cough.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. But I would, um, if I were you…”

“Would what, baby?”

“Take a test… like, a pregnancy test. Because we don’t use those condoms often, I didn’t even remember you had them, and I kinda…. I don’t know, but I think we should do that just in case.”

“You’re probably right. Especially after this time in particular.” You grow warm as you recall it. “We should probably use them more, too, considering how often…” You don’t feel the need to finish your sentence. Kai knows exactly what you mean.

However, he just grunts. He adjusts slightly, enough to press a kiss to your cheek.

“What?” You pry. “You disagree?”

He shrugs. “I kinda like it being a roll of the dice. Which time are you gonna show up with two blue lines?” Your jaw drops in surprise “I already have a doctor roleplay planned out.” You go silent out of shock. Kai tenses after a minute. “Was that too far? We can use the condoms; I can work them into something.”

“No,” you finally say, “not too far.” A three second flash of the future runs in your mind. The first second, you stare down at a positive test. The second, his hands rest on your growing stomach, pretending to monitor a baby’s growth. The third, the sight of his smile at the prospects of being a father. It’s not something you really expected him to want, yet it seems to be on the forefront of his mind. “Not too far at all,” you repeat.

Kai noticeably relaxes. “Ease into the doctor thing with me instructing you on the importance of condoms,” he jokes, “and then a couple months later, that conversation was obviously pointless.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Sounds like fun to me.”

“Good.” He nestles closer into you. “I like doing these with you.”

“I like them too, pumpkin. Are you getting tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Well on that note, goodnight. I love you.”

“Goodnight.” He places a kiss on your shoulder, too tired to pull himself back up to your lips. “I love you, too.”

#kai parker x reader #malachai parker x reader #tvd fanfiction #kai parker smut #this is so cheesy #y'all i have upwards of 100 wips in my folder #needed to desperately post while i work on recs #hope this isn't too stupid

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simping-for-joe · 5 months

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Before I Put Another Notch in My Lipstick Case

Leon Kennedy X Agent! Reader

You and Leon are on a routine mission, as routine as it can be for you two.

(Title based on the song "Hit Me with Your Best Shot" by Pat Benatar)

A/N: I've been wanting to write something with an agent reader but like wanted to do my own thing. So it is based on an AU of my OC, where you're more of a tech specialist over combat-focused. Also, this is also my agenda of Leon's partner not being called Condor Two. This was just a fun thing for me to write honestly.

"Check-in, how's it going sparrow one?" Leon's voice comes into your ear.

"Better if you didn't keep interrupting." You reply, your fingers moving quickly on the keyboard. Focused on the task at hand, shutting down security and getting the information you need. "Besides aren't you supposed to make sure no one gets suspicious."

"Can't I just check in?" He asks with a slightly amused tone in his voice.

"Without causing trouble? Never," you say but you can't help the smile forming on your lips as you speak with him.

"Just making sure you don't need your muscle yet." He jokes causing a light snort from you.

"Trust me, you'll be the first one to know if I do. Sparrow one, out,"

Leon rolls his eyes as you shut off your radio, but he smiles to himself. He looks around him, adjusting his suit jacket yet again. This was the worst part of this mission, the disguise, and the waiting.

You two have been a team for a little over a year now, you handled all the tech stuff and he usually did all the suplexing and shooting people. You made a good team, even if Leon was against it at the beginning.

Leon picks up a glass of champagne from a tray when he spots the man they are after. Mr. Monroe, he was once an Umbrella scientist and seemed to back up to his old tricks. That's when he notices a security guard coming up to him and whispering something in his ear.

"Sparrow one, come in." He immediately whispers into his radio. "Everything okay there?"

"Affirmative, why?" You reply quickly.

"Security just approached the target." He replies in a worried tone. .

"Shit, really?"

"Yeah really." You think for a moment trying to think of what is the next best course of action. "Do you need me down there?" He asks you, concern clear in his voice.

"No, I'm fine." However, you were shut down when you heard a door open behind you. "Damn it, uh call you."

"Wait!" You shut off your radio and he groans out annoyed. He shakes his head and rushes to get to the basement. "I'm gonna kill them." He whispers to himself.

You hide behind servers as gunfire is rained on you. When they stop to reload, you return fire. However, you have only just a handgun on you, and you are better trained with a rifle than this kind of situation. You duck back behind cover to reload when the gunshots stop suddenly, you peak from your spot to see Leon standing there.

"Day going well?" He asks with a smirk, as you roll your eyes.

"You know, the daily grind." You place a hand on your hip as you look at him.

"Get through security?" He asks you as you approach the computer again.

"Are you doubting my skills?" You reply looking at him.

"Never," he replies softly and fondly. Heat rises in your cheeks but you move forward trying to brush it off. You clear your throat and try to ignore the warmer your cheeks.

"So um, I got a look at a map of this place and I think I found Monroe’s little secrets." You pull out a USB drive and show it to him.

"Nice work." He replies with a smile, looking at you. Your blush gets worse and you look at him.

"Thanks... Leon... I-" Before you can say more you shout out in pain, a sudden shot to your shoulder.

"No!" Leon grabs you and points his gun at the gunman.

"I-I'm okay..." You assure Leon despite groaning in pain. Monroe smirks as he looks at both of you, think he’s gotten the upper hand by injuring you.

"It seems the DSO finally decided to strike, took you buffoons long enough." The man laughs with a smirk.

"God... you sound like a Saturday morning villain." You groan out despite the pain. Leon can't help but snort as he makes an offended noise.

"I wouldn't sound so cocky being shot!" He replies with his lip upturned.

"I wouldn't sound so cocky when you pissed off Leon Kennedy." You point out to him, as Leon cracks his knuckles and takes out his handgun.

Monroe surrendered and the DSO arrived to deal with the rest. You were getting your shoulder treated when Leon walked up.

"Your shoulder going to be okay?" He asks softly leaning against the vehicle you were getting treated in.

"Yeah, just need some rest they said." You reply softly with a shrug of your shoulders. "Thanks..." You add on.

"No need to thank me, you're my partner... you're important to me you know?" He brings up, his cheeks a faint red when he says that. "Sorry... that was probably too much… just you know forget-“

You suddenly grabbed him by the front of his suit jacket and kissed him passionately. He was left speechless his eyes wide as his cheeks heated up further. Your lips formed a smirk as you looked at him.

"I think I like this look on you."

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #fanfic #one shot #x reader #no use of y/n #i dont know #just thought this would be cute #this is so cheesy

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starriddenmess · 7 months

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oh to be in a bar late at night, not many patrons in but they do their own thing. As I'm flirting with the handsome bot bartender~ we gotten to know eachother alot from all the times I've ventured in the bar week after week. The bar flowed with 70s love songs as they lean over the bar caressing my forearm as we talk about our week, music, and the tension of how much we want eachother~

#😭😭😭😭😭#robot #my post #monster fucker #robot fucker #robophilia #its a need #this is so cheesy #🙈🥰

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lex-icon · 1 year

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DID BRO RLLY JUST WAKE MC UP WITH A TRUE LOVES KISS??? I’m HOLLERINGG😭😭

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #nightbringer #obey me lucifer #true loves kiss #this is so cheesy #i hope this is what actually happens #like ooooo the power of love so stroonngg~

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mooncleaver · 2 years

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beautiful all the time

ღ pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader

ღ warnings: medication, sickness, super cheesy, shitty proofreading

now playing ⇝ love countdown by nayeon ft. wonstein

my masterlist :D

this was bad. very bad.

you woke up this morning, feeling like a truck had run over you 10 times; your back and limbs ached horribly. not to mention the raging fever brewing inside, making you feel like you were being cooked alive. you hadn't been sick in a really long time, so this felt strange and unfamiliar almost. when you'd tried to get up and shut the alarm up, the ringing didn't seem to stop as it continued to pound and pound inside your head like a pendulum, hitting the spots in your head that made you scrunch your eyes up in pain.

by this time, percy had probably gone out for his morning classes, so there was no hope in getting help from your boyfriend anytime soon. it was probably best that you stay home for the day, you decided.

getting up from your warm alabaster pillows, you sluggishly trudged down the hallways of your quaint new york apartment, dragging the ivory walls to guide your blurred vision as your fluffy blanket traced the too-cool wooden tiles. it was a difficult and arduous journey to the kitchen, even more so with the way you were swaying to the side every few seconds.

once you've finally reached your destination, carefully and slowly, you reached up to the cupboard and took out some tablets, feeling the familiar crinkle of the aluminum packaging it was encased in. you knew that you weren't gonna be able to move around much and your boyfriend wasn't gonna come back too soon, so the automatic reaction was to at least take in some ibuprofen for your fever and pains.

it would've been rather convenient if you had any ambrosia or nectar laying around but unfortunately, they were all back at camp.

so, traditional pills it was. carefully, you peeled the aluminum coverings off one of them and searched for a food or beverage to swallow it with, easily finding a choice between the ripe bananas sitting beautifully on the kitchen counter or a glass of warm water. after making sure to consume enough water, you proceeded to journey down to the living room, your eyes targeting the tantalizing softness of the satin cushions propped up on your wide-spread heather couch.

once you’ve made your place on the pillowy surface, there was no stopping the sleep that approached your weak body.

you’re not sure exactly how long it’s been since you feel asleep, but you’re awoken by a familiar voice by the door of your apartment, his voice travelling all the way to your congested ears.

"im home!" a muffled shout came from the entrance, accompanied by the familiar rustling of fabric and a thud where his shoes were put down.

when percy got home, he expected his girlfriend to greet him by the door, gifting him her beautiful saccharine smile or for her to bounce around the kitchen isles, trying out new recipes and feeding the delicious delicacies right into his ravenous stomach. but the apartment felt quiet... maybe a little too quiet.

quickly scurrying into the hall, percy skidded across the tiles, sliding on the soles of his dolphin-dotted socks into the bedroom; he was greatly thrilled to see you again. peeking inside the capacious room however, he was surprised to find it dark, empty and barren, only the rustled sheets and a missing blanket giving him clues to where you might've gone.

the last place he went to check was the living room where in fact, there was a huge lump of fabric that he deduced to be his girlfriend at second glance. it felt very quiet and sullen in here, although ample rays of sunlight came from the broad windows, illuminating half of the apartment; a much obvious juxtaposition to your condition.

he came around the couch, kneeling down to your level to look at you. "hey pretty girl.. you feeling okay?" his words came so gentle and sweet, like the wind blowing your ear while he rubbed your swathed stomach tenderly.

with the speed of a dying turtle, you tilted your head to the side, gazing blearily at your sweet boyfriend. you looked rather.. burrito-fied (yassified reversed? 🤔) at the moment: multiple blankets cocooned the entirety of your limp body making you blend in with the couch, paired with piles, upon piles of crumpled chalky tissues gathered around you like they were your only companions. "feelin' like shit."

"you're sick?!" you groaned at his loudness, eliciting a resigned and remorseful 'sorry' from the boy.

"fever." was your weak response. it wasn't that you didn't want to speak to him, it's just that every little move made you feel like you had to muster energy from a thousand suns to make.

his face started to show worry, deep creases spreading all over his bronze skin as if a dark cloud had passed over his sun-glazed happiness. "did you take some tylenol already?"

"no, i took ibuprofren this morning." you answered, sniffing deeply right after. your voice sounded blocked and nasally, big puffs of air blowing out routinely while you tried your best to breathe through your mouth. to your words, percy nodded in approval, proud that you had at least taken something that would die down your sickness a little bit.

suddenly, his face lit up like a lightbulb, standing up abruptly and speeding through the furniture of your home to a place you couldn't quite see. you heard some rummaging (and something dropping, but let's ignore that) and percy hollering 'i'm trying to find the thermometer!'. shortly after, he came back with said item and held it up to your face, urging you non-verbally to open up.

understanding his expressions, you quickly put the tool inside your mouth, feeling the cool metal tip resting on your tongue. not a second later, the thermometer let out a rhythm of beeps, alerting your boyfriend to take the device out. he read out, "37.5°C. yeah, taking that ibuprofen was definitely a good idea." you only responded with a tired hum.

"you know what would make you feel better?" he asked, beginning to stroke your arm. "my mom's chicken soup."

"what? is it blue too?" you looked a little apprehensive, knowing that he was a big fan of the color. it wasn't hard to imagine little percy being fed blue remedy soup to cure his sickness.

"..no.. but i wish it was," he suddenly had a hoping look on his face; it was like you had given him a revolutionary idea. he got up again, dragging the linen of the couch and said,

"alright, i'm gonna make a call real quick so you stay here."

before doing that though, he stopped and frowned asking, "d'you wanna move to our room?" thinking it would be more comfortable on the bed.

"too cold," your voice was muffled as you dug your face further into the fluffy pillows, feeling half awake. percy nodded, understanding your words and crouched down slightly, giving you one last fleeting caress before saying, "you tell me if anything hurts worse 'kay? i'll find something to help."

"mhm." moments later you heard the phone being picked up, though you couldn't quiet make up what was being said on the other hand, but percy's voice was enough for you to map out the conversation.

‘hi, paul,’ he began.

‘yeah im good. is mom there?’

‘yup.’ a pregnant silence filled the apartment until,

‘hey mom,’

‘im doing okay mom.’

‘so, you know that soup you always make when i'd get si-’ he sounded a little nervous, like he was trying to go about it as nonchalantly as possible.

‘no! no, i’m not ill but uh- actually y/n is.’ he was quiet for a moment, and if you had to guess, he was probably wincing at sally's frantic worry and scolding.

‘we checked her temperature earlier, it's not too bad now at least. she has the flu i think.’

‘yeah, she's resting right now. i was wondering if you could send over the recipe?’

‘no, it's okay mom, i can make it myself.’

‘mo- fine..’ he sighed in defeat.

‘thank you, i'll talk to you in a bit. love you.’ a few seconds later percy's footsteps neared the couch as he approached your resting body.

"well, i did ask for the soup recipe, but she insisted she'd send some over to us. said it was her 'duty as a mother'." he said, putting up air quotations on the last phrase.

you smiled hearing that. sally had always been one of the kindest and most compassionate woman you've ever met, even when she didn't know who you were she treated you like you were her own daughter and had welcomed you inside her home regularly. "she's the sweetest, perce."

"she is." he affirmed confidently. and who would disagree?

he was looking down at you now, a singe of disapproval showing on his face. "now you, young lady, need to get some shuteye."

"but-" you tried to resist. but you were barely resisting anything anyways. you're eyelids felt heavy and your brain was telling you to shut up and sleep. but on the other hand, your boyfriend just got home and you would be sad to know he was spending his time alone while you were out sick; you wanted to stay awake, conversing with him. another time will do then.

"no buts, love," he shook his head softly, sable hair swishing about. "i'll be here when you wake up alright? call out to me if you need anything." and that was the last thing you remember hearing before succumbing to a deep, abyssal sleep.

when you awoke, night was nearing its approach. slowly, you sat up feeling sweat pool around your body, coating you all over like you had just been dipped in water. you guessed this was a good sign that the toxins in your body were being pumped out through it. the windows were now laden with their damask curtains, draping over the afternoon sky that shined indigo and orange over the setting sun. you groaned, you must've slept for quite a long time then.

"you're awake." you heard a baritone voice from your left. there stood your boyfriend in his shorts and a random shirt, changed from the ones he wore to go out this morning. silently, he approached you and stood in front of your face, laying the back of his fingers on your forehead. you felt the cool, dented surface of his hands but it wasn't too much of a temperature different fortunately for you.

"you're a lot less warm now, that's good." he nodded absentmindedly. looking like he had just remembered something, he walked back to the kitchen, returning with a big blue cotton bag. "oh! and paul came over earlier to deliver the food. he said mom had to take care of stuff at home."

silently, you took the bag out of his hands and undid the ties, revealing a nicely packaged thermos cup, a case of utensils and a tupperware filled to the brim with something suspiciously blue. there was even a little piece of paper inside and when you opened it, it said 'get well soon, darling.' with a floopy heart and cute little rainbow flower drawings surrounding it, no doubt being gifted by percy's little sister, estelle.

swiftly, you unscrewed the thermos to be presented with the absolute most enticing cup of soup you've ever seen. there was something about it, something about the way the vibrant vegetables and shredded chicken floated above, something about the way the golden broth travelled all the way up your stuffed nose that made it so infectiously appetizing. sally's chicken soup really was magical, huh.

"styx, she even brought over blue cookies.." you heard him sigh out, eyes looking at the exposed tupperware with such hope and longing that it almost made you want to give it all up to him. but no way, sally made this for your sick butt.

with a new-found speed, you snatched the tub away from the desperate man, clutching it into your chest like it was your newborn baby. "nuh-uh, they're mine."

he made a sad sound in response, suddenly looking at you with the biggest, most beautiful watery eyes you could possibly imagine, the viridescense blinding your vision as the image of his downturned face bombarded your heart.

you were always weak to that look.

at the end, you did in fact share the blue cookies with him, silently side-eyeing the satisfied look he had as he munched upon the cobalt sweets.

after that entirely fulfilling dinner, it was quiet, but comfortably quiet. you were both well fed, satisfied and you felt more rejuvenated than you were this morning. that was until percy got up from his place on the ornamented carpet, moving to be with you on your dwelling spot—the couch. he leaned in, propping his body with his endowed arms placed on either side of the cushion and pressed a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips, just barely grazing the carmine borders of your sweet lips.

"perce, you'll get sick." you chastised but didn't make a move to stop him. seemingly ignoring your warning, he cozied up on top of you, brushing the tessellated creamy blankets that lay and smothered his face into your neck, relishing in the signature efflorescent fragrance wafting your body. you placed your hand on the warm expanse of his back, stroking the smooth surface as you went over small jilted scars that peeked through the thin fabric of his shirt. you felt his body physically dissolve on top of you; he was so adorable.

percy lifted his head up from his self-made nest, peering at you foggily with a quirk playing up his claret lips. his eyes were so lovely, they looked like they were made of crystals, his bounteous lashes framing the cerulean-green so perfectly.

"you're beautiful, you know that?" his words rung echoes in your ear, sending pleasurable sparkles down your body.

"even when i'm all sickly and green like this?" the lighthearted joke made it's way into the conversation.

"mhm." he hums in reply, pushing back loose tresses of your lustrous hair behind your ear.

"you're beautiful all the time.. and i don't think i'll ever get tired of looking at you everyday." he confesses quietly, but an air of conviction surrounded the demigod, as if he was so vehemently sure you were the most ethereal deity he had ever laid his eyes upon.

well, there is no denying that percy jackson knows the way into your feeble heart.

that sentence alone has your mind buzzing with thoughts of how you've managed to love someone so.. wonderful, so lovely and so delicate with the way he cherished you. percy made sure to remind you just how much you meant to him everyday. he loved you for all that you are, all that you've been and all that you've yet to be. hoping to hide the heaps of fluster that just charged your entire being, you hid your face into your hands, biting back a squeal till your lips felt numb and your grin grew so wide that it started to ache. peeking through the crevices of your fingers, you were only met with his soft and unmistakably adoring smile. "you're cheesy, waterboy."

"love you, άγγελέ μου." he declared, cupping your silky cheeks in his palms.

"κι εγω σε αγαπαω μωρο μου."

🐌: feels like i haven't posted here in agess, that should be a crime omg. so.. i am currently recovering from getting covid, so here is a cute little sick fic for you guys!

calling someone an endearing pet name is one of my favorite things. ever. especially if it's in a different language.

i blame all the din djarin fics calling reader cyar'ika im DEAD

άγγελέ μου: my angel κι εγω σε αγαπαω μωρο μου: i love you too baby

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lyrenminth · 2 years

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First sight

You couldn't believe what you saw in the mirror. The white dress, the long veil, the necklace, the flowers. You felt like you were in a dream. It was only a few minutes before you were officially Mrs. Burrow. Your mother was the first to see you in the dress and she couldn't help but cry. You held back the tears trying not to ruin your makeup. "Joe is waiting for you, darling" she said, helping you with the last details. She took you to a small garden, and there he was, with his back turned in his black suit. Impatient. You could recognize him from a hundred miles away. You were so nervous that your hands started to sweat. You could feel you heart beating so fast that you wondered how does it keep inside you chest. Three years to get to this day. Three wonderful years, with lows and highs. Three years of football, traveling, discovering yourself. Learning how to share, how to love, how to make the things grow between you. You loved him. You loved his determination, his confidence, his humility, his discipline, his strength. Joe had taught you so many things during the relationship that you came to admire him deeply. You never met a man so hardworking, even when he was in pain. He taught you to fight for your dreams, to have confidence in yourself and to overcome your fears. And the fact that he was standing there, waiting for you meant so much to you. You walked slowly. You took a deep breath before reaching out to touch his shoulder. Feeling the contact, Joe turned around. His eyes focused first on your face and then on your outfit. He pursed his lips and said almost breathlessly: "Damn, I'm so lucky" you laughed, almost crying. "You are so gorgeous, baby" he said, trying not to cry. Both holding the feelings.

“You look hot” you said. The suit fitted him extremely well.

He hugged you, caressing the back of your neck with one finger, sending shivers down your spine. That intimate gesture you shared meant "I'm here". "I'm so happy" you whispered "I can't wait to be your wife". And you mean it. "Well, lucky me, there is a priest waiting for us" he replied, smiling. You giggled, holding his hand.

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #NFL #fanfic #this is so cheesy #writing a divorce chapter to equilibrate the universe

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mimmilina · 2 years

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Remember your apartment when you said You don't wanna waste any more time On let downs or heart breaks

Now we're day drunk in the back seat of a taxi And you're telling me you wanna kiss me But we shouldn't 'cause we're just friends

… Maybe we could go get lost tonight At least we'd know that we gave it a try

So why don't we go out and get a drink in the west end Smoke a cigarette and talk shit about exes Take a couple shots and see where the night ends Stop pretending like we're just friends

Tomorrow when it's over and we're sober I just want to believe that you'll miss me But I shouldn't 'cause we're just friends

["Just Friends" by Virginia to Vegas]

#zosan #zoro #sanji #one piece #my op #this has been on my mind lately whenever I hear this song #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #this is so cheesy #but i can't help it

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stantrash171819 · 2 years

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Reassurance —> Vernon

vernon x gn reader (like no specific pronouns altho i wrote it in a female perspective???)

childhood friends au, non-idol au, hint of university au

genre/warnings: insecurity, reader tries to shy away from problem instead of addressing it but Vernon is convincing :3, mentions of a food place

note: vernon has been on my mind lately and i stumbled upon some prompts in pinterest lol. put two and two together and this happened. this is so cliche and generic but i hope you like it :3

Vernon was attractive.

That’s a well-known fact that has been confirmed multiple times since you two were little. There was always someone crushing over him, fawning over his looks and admiring him from afar. Some are even bold enough to actually make a move on him.

And there were times when they succeeded. Of course, it’s inevitable for Vernon to start dating.

It was intolerable for you. You didn’t have the guts to confess, so you had to watch him be with these people he’s dating.

Except now, he's yours. Years and years of pining over your best friend, and now he’s your boyfriend. Sounds like a dream come true, doesn’t it?

Problem is, you never really got used to those lingering eyes on him. Whenever you two eat in the cafeteria at lunch, you can see girls unsubtly staring and squealing at him from the other table. In your favourite burger place near your dorms, this one cashier would be staring at him with eyes that resembled those heart-shaped things in cartoons.

It’s not like Vernon gave you a reason to be insecure. When you two started dating, he made sure to decline all of the advances made by other people. He isn’t big on PDA, but he proudly holds your hand whenever you walk together. (And it makes you all soft inside cos his palm is so warm against yours-)

Yes, you know Vernon is attractive. But sometimes it just gets to you. Like now.

This one girl keeps on chatting Vernon up. From the time she spotted him until now, she has NOT left you two. She’s been sharing some funny stories with him, occasionally patting his shoulder and touching his arm. Best of all, she’s not acknowledged you at all. She isn’t doing anything that’s drawing the line, but something tells you that she will once you’re out of the perimeter.

You trust Vernon will turn her down just like all the other times this has happened. Sure enough, when he starts to notice your fidgeting, he bids her goodbye and walks you to a different area.

“You ok? You look off.”

You shake your head, crossing your arms to your front. “Just thinking.”

“Yeah?” Vernon sits on a bench and pats the spot beside him. You leave a hand-width space between you two, making him frown. “Care to share?”

You sigh and look ahead, “It’s…just that you’re so attractive.”

“Huh? That’s what you’re spacing out about?”

“No!”

His eyes narrow, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief.

You sigh, “Nevermind it’s stupid. Didn’t we see an arcade on the way here? Let’s go check that out.”

“Hey hey hey,” he takes your hand and tugs lightly when you try to stand up. “C’mere, let’s talk about this.” He pulls you back down and holds your hand in his, finegrs intertwining.

“I just,” you start to say, “it kind of bothers me how girls still hit on you.”

“...Oh.”

“Yeah ‘oh’.”

You two are silent for a while. Then it clicks with Vernon.

“It’s because of the girl earlier, isn’t it?”, he asks.

When he sees you nod, his thumb traces circles on your hand, a silent way of encouraging you to continue. You feel tears prickling in your eyes, so you close them and lay your head on Vernon's shoulder.

“It just seems like there’s always someone ogling you and chatting you up and trying to make a move on you. I know it’s not your fault cos how can I blame my boyfriend for being so cool and funny and handsome and cute.”

Vernon grins at that but you don't see it.

“But it’s frustrating that it keeps on happening even when they know you aren’t single. And it makes me feel like they can just steal you from me or something-”

"No no." You shoot your head up in shock and confusion.

You don't get to process him interrupting you before he leans in and touches your lips with his.

When he pulls away, he holds your cheek in his palm. “I’ve known you since we were kids, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere. Plus I’m pretty sure no one else is able to handle my dumbassery for as long as you have.”

The statement makes you giggle, and Vernon smiles back. “I love what we have,” he moves a strand of hair away from your face, “which means no one’s gonna take me from you. I’m right where I wanna be. Alright?”

You nod. “I still kinda wanna go to that arcade though.”

“Sure. Tokens on me if you win the claw.”

“Deal.”

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