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cloudzoro · 2 months

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Forever | Roronoa Zoro ♡

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genre: smut (minors dni)

pairings: roronoa zoro x fem!reader

wc: 2.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rafeandonlyrafe · 4 months

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virginity

words: 3.2k

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

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

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

“rafe!”

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

“the one and only.” you nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-- the next day --

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

“oh god, y/n, what do you want?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’m… i’m a virgin.” you admit.

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

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

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

“i-yes. i want that.” you nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh my god, yes!” you squeal.

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gejo333 · 4 months

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An Unexpected Match VIII

Pt. 1 Pt.9

DBF/DILF Miguel O’Hara x female reader

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

No mature warning in this chapter.

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

I apologize for any grammar mistakes I missed!

Enjoy!🥰

Wc: 2.8k

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

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

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

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

"Do you have everything on your list?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All done.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back in Miguel’s house:

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

“Yay!”

Back to you at your parent’s house:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just been extremely busy at work lately.”

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

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

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

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

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

"Long time no see, Miguel."

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

"Sofia? What are you doing here?"

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

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

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

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

"Gabi, this is your mother."

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lxdymoon0357 · 9 months

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

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

Yandere! Kosair X Yuutsu (OC)! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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Are you still taking requests? If so I just saw a TikTok about this and can just imagine it with John (peaky blinders). So maybe the reader had an ex who would never let her go out without ‘approving’ what she wore and now that the reader is with John she asks him if he approved before going out and he says “wear whatever you want I can fight”https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRUMqMpd/?k=1. Also I sent the link to the TikTok just in case I’m not being understandable lol

Dear Anon,

This was INSANLEY cute. Thank you for sending it. I always need more John in my life and this was cheeky and perfect. I hope I did it justice.

Warnings: Reader was previously mistreated in a relationship mild reference of physical abuse - John being a slut for his woman.

Your mind flashed back to the last time you had tried to wear this dress out, your hand instinctively raised to your cradle your cheek. You didn't think John was that type of man, but the overwhelming fear of heartbreak was too much for you to risk it. You should have thrown the thing out years ago.

You stood there with a hand on your hip glaring daggers at your closet. The dress you had on was…. Well… very flattering. Much too flattering for a woman in a committed relationship. It was by far your nicest dress and you wanted to look good for John knowing that eyes always followed the Peaky Boys where ever they went. But it was tight in all the right places, chest exposed… maybe you could wear a scarf?

You had already learned this lesson. You growled in frustration as you looked at the messy closet, none of these dresses would win his approval. You had intended to go out and buy one for this occasion but you had been swept up in copious amounts of work. The red one was too bright, the black was much too tight. The green dress you was hardly appropriate for a fancy outing and the deep plum-colored thing you were certain should never leave the bedroom.

There was a knock at the door and the hair on your arms stood up. You looked at the clock and realized he was 15 minutes early. The door opened and you regretted giving him a key.

The door opened and he moved into your space with rosy cheeks. A loud wolf whistle rang out and you instinctively moved towards the bathroom hoping to put a door between the two of you.

“Woah, Woah Woah, let me look ‘atcha a little, love” He motioned for you to do a spin. You reluctantly did, secretly adoring the way his eyes devoured you.

“Where’s this dress been tucked away? The only thing better than this dress will be me taking it off later.”

You froze up not sure how to handle the situation.

“Erm- You - uh feel alright about it then?” A crease formed across his brow. “Like I have your permission to wear it - I know its a bit much,” You asked hating how small you shrunk yourself down.

“Babe - where what you want. I can fight.” He stated proudly a cocky grin on his face. He came over to you putting his arm around giving your ass a firm squeeze. His other hand grabbed your chin to ensure you were looking at him. “You know that not a single person is going to bother you? You're mine.” Your knees almost buckled at the unusual seriousness of his tone.

“I’m not used to this” You responded breathlessly, chest struggling to function in the thick tension between the two of you.

“Well get used to it.” He placed a kiss on your lips then pulled away. “Normally I’d just say fuck it, skip to the good part.” His hand ghosted over your breast. “But you spent all that time getting ready, least I can do is take you out for a good time.” You let out a laugh and enjoyed the way it made his eyes shine.

“Ada thinks Tommy’s got Lizzie pregnant. Grace might be marrying the American she cheated on him with.”

“Even that isn't enough to convince me to leave, but come on let’s go enjoy the show.” He laughed and pulled your coat off the hanger helping you put it on.

His hands were all over you that night, barely able to wait till home. He kept you up half the night making sure you knew what it meant to be his woman. You laid back drifting to sleep tucked against his side, maybe you would wear the plum-colored one next time.

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femwrldsstuff · 30 days

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Clueless!

Ponyboy x fem!reader

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

I woke up from a bad dream,breathing heavily.

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

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

Same cycle everyday.

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

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

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

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

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

Ponyboy mumbled half asleep.

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

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

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

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

Ponyboy asked queitly.

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

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

Johnny sighed,sitting down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I mean,what is my problem?

Cherry is my pal.

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

What does she want with Ponyboy anyway?

He dresses funny,he listens to complaint rock.

He's not even cute in a conventional way.

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

Who hangs around the house all the time.

And he's a hideous dancer.

Couldn't take him anywhere.

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

I thought to myself.

This is like,Ponyboy.

Okay,okay.

So he is kind of a Baldwin.

But what would he want with Cherry?

She couldn't make him happy.

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

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

Then suddendly....

Oh,my God!

I love Ponyboy.

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

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

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

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

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

I looked at him....

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

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

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

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

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

"Tell me what's wrong."

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

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

I sat down on the front porch.

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

"Tell me now."

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

Of course he didn't....

I was freaking out that's for sure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ponyboy was confused.

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

"And why do you hate it?"

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

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

After a bit we both pulled away....

I smiled "I love you Ponyboy Curtis."

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

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

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

Hope y'all enjoyed!

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simpingland · 1 year

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Alliance of flowers and wings// Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell!fem!oc

When Aemond offers Lyassandre Tyrell a visit to Highgarden, she doesn't expect the gentlemen he really his, little does she know, Aemond wants something out of the smartest lady on court.

Aemond interacts with a kid and a lizard and I made it cute.

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Lyssandre was caught up walking around the forbidden halls of the Keep, again. She wasn't very quiet on her footsteps as she was "clueless" about the prohibitions.

"You can't be here, my lady" called a male voice. She wished for anyone but Ser Criston, he was an asshole. When she turned around, she wished for Ser Criston. It was the One-eyed Prince Aemond. She was screwd. With any other guard, it would be easy, she would flirt her troubles away. Just a smile and playing it dumb and they all let her go, no words to the queen. Even Criston Cole believed in her stupidity, little did he know, it was him the stupid one. But Aemond didn't buy it, he never has, not even when she arrived. The moment she saw the half blinded man, she couldn't fake anything, everything inside her went cold, she could barely look at him, it was even worse when she saw him fence for the first time. She learned the story of his dragon, and she didn't wish to meet more of such a cruel boy, now grow into a man.

"Oh, right...Silly me..."she tried to smile but her lips only trembled. "I didn't know that."

"Hum..." again, he could see through her big fat lie. "If you tell me the truth I would have let you go...but people don't hide away their good intentions..." he came closer, slowly.

"What bad intentions could I have, my prince?" She asked, trying to encourage herself.

"Spying? Stealing?" He made a pause, looking at her eyes. "Don't know, people here are very creative. Maybe you went to find someone to fuck..."

Lyssandre started to blush, accusations like that were very dangerous for a lady in waiting, she might be flirty but the Seven knew, she wanted a good match as a husband. "I beg you, do not think of me as something other than a noble lady, my prince...I would never do such a thing."

"My brother Aegon is a prince, higher lord than you...and you couldn't keep track of the amount of places he has jerked off..." he said, a little anger in his voice. "I'm glad I found you, my lady...I've been sent to Oldtown".

"Well, I wish you a good trip then", she bowed and started to walk away. But the prince hold her forearm, not roughly, but she was forced to stop.

"Highgarden is in the middle of the road, Lady Tyrell" he explained. "It's been long since your departure, am I correct?"

"Almost three years, my prince". She felt a quick and sharp feeling of nostalgia, her sister was a baby when she left, and her room was way prettier than the boring one she was given in the Red Keep.

"I can let you there, while I visit my brother Daeron. I would take you back here on my return". He let her arm go, staring with apparent uninterest as she thought about it.

"Well...it's a very generous offer..." it was, but travelling was long and she hated ships and carriages weren't much better. And also, she would be with Aemond Targaryen, the only person able to make her uncomfortable in the entire King's Landing.

"The journey will be short. Only a day, and I will stay in Oldtwon for two weeks".

Two weeks? That's a very good amount of time...wait...

"Only a day of travelling? But the roads are long and horses can't ride all day"

Aemond smirked, somethings Lyssandre only saw on his training sessions and they weren't very usual. "We won't ride, Lyssandre, we'll fly".

Before she couldn't even process it, they were waking her up early in the morning a couple of days later. Her clothes in a box, and a cloak. When she met Aemond, he was saying goodbye to the Queen, he stared at the dress of the Tyrell girl.

"This was my biggest dress, my prince...the only one that...might...not break apart ",she explained. He only smirked and hummed, as always, walking way ahead of her. But the walk had no perdition, Vhagar was very visible, waiting for his rider to fly away.

Aemond could see the girl shaking, and even then she was able to smile at the servants that crossed their way. The dragon's keepers would blush when they helped her to reach the dragon and they treated her belonging with extra care. Aemond could just watch, amazed at the charms of the girl who has always ignored him. She sat behind him, holding tight, but when Vhagar started to fly, she screamed and the prince almost choked at the tightness of the grip, her arms around his waist. It was a messy start, he felt her head hidding in his back, and once Vhagar stopped moving his wings, she separated a little.

"Are you enjoying the flight, Lady Tyrell?"

"Ye..yes...are we there yet?"

"Open your eyes and see" of course, even giving his back, he would have guessed that Lyssandre had her eyes tightly clossed. When she opened them, she screamed again, but it was shorter. Aemond laughed shamelessly but the views were stunning. They were very, very high...but the sky was clean, the mountains green and the sea would appear far away. "The gods and the dragons has this one thing in common...they see the world in all it's glory...and Targaryens are chosen to enjoy it".

And now Lyssandre was the chosen one to enjoy it as well...no Tyrell has walked on the sky, but she was the first one, maybe, just maybe, she was making history at this very moment, thanks to Aemond. She couldn't speak, so she just enjoyed the rest of the ride, letting Aemond speak every now and then. The sun was just beginning to dissappear when Highgarden was reached. Now she understood, she got a complete idea of the beauty her house holded. She recognised her castle far away, even her window. Aemond, aware of the fascination of the lady, made Vhagar fly three times around, letting her joy more than once her own home as the gods saw it.

When they landed, they walked for bit long, leaving that gigantic dragon behind. "I hope they have pie... I'm dying to eat again a pie made by Elwa..." she mumbled, more to herself than for Aemond.

"A pie? One of the most exotic lands in the Seven Kingdoms and you wish for pie?" Asked the prince, he has, in fact, payed attention. She would joke about it, but she didn't know where to draw the boundaries with the prince, and it was better not to risk his sympathy when you needed him later.

When they reached the castle, Lady Tyrell ran to the door. Her husband followed and run, only to stop his wife. They were a few inches apart, smiles on the Tyrell women, but Lord Tyrell knew that the correct manner to treat royalty was to give them priorities, then they would greet their daughter.

"Prince Aemond...what an honor to have you here with us...Let us host you, show our respect" said the men. He had the same hair as his daughter, same color in their eyes, but Lyssandre was all her mother, even the hidding grin was identical.

"Yes, my prince, we'd received a message but we didn't expected you so soon" she spoke. She was sweeter in her manners than her daughter.

A kid run towards Lord Tyrell's legs, hair like Lyssandre but the eyes of the mother.

"Father! A dragon is coming! I saw it, I swear I saw it!" Screamed the girl. Aemond could see in the corner of his eye the change in Lyssandre's expression, she has recognised, her baby sister.

"Hello, Annabella..."she said. "How much you have grown...". The sister went quiet, seeing not only that stranger, but that tall silver Prince beside her.

"The dragon won't hurt you, my dear" calmed her the Lord. "This is prince Aemond, he is son of the King". The kid bowed, clumsy and still scared. "And this young lady here is your sister, Lyssandre" that made her smile, recognising her from all the times her parents would tell about her big sister. Annabella ran to hug her sister.

"I won't bother you, family Tyrell, I was on my way to Oldtown and Highgarden was close. Thought you might wanted to see your daughter for a few days". Aemond felt the feeling of a family that was not his growing inside his chest, but it wasn't terrible feeling, just an odd one.

"It was the kindest of gestures, my prince. You have arrived just in time, I'll tell Elwa to cook more dinner" said lady Tyrell.

"I won't be staying, my lady" said Aemond.

"Oh, please, your grace...it's going to get dark, you must be tired".

"Yes, my prince, it will be an honor to give the prince good food and a good rest" spoke the lord.

"Well..." he looked at Lyssandre, who, for the first time, dedicated him a sincere smile. "I've heard the pies are delicious".

They ate the supper in a improvised little feast. The castle was beautiful, warm colors and the smell of flowers filled the place. Aemond was showed the gardens while Lyssandre visited her room. Lord Tyrell was telling him about some history fact that Aemond already knew when he saw Lyssandre in the distance, hugging what appeared to be Elwa. She giggled at something she was telling her, but this giggle was much more natural than the others he has seen from her. Her eyes looked different there, like if the light was correctly focused on her. The dinner was fun, the food was fantastic and the pie...the pie was something else, she was right. Aemond was interviewed by Lord Tyrell and now the prince understood were the incredible amount of curiosity came from. If it wasn't for Lady Tyrell, Aemond wouldn't have tasted anything from the table, she distracted him, resting the questions a bit. In one of his rest, where the attention was put on Lyssandre, Aemond saw Annabelle picking up her food,cutting a face on her potatoe, not interested in the talk of adults.

"I see you are the only Tyrell in history who mind her own business", whispered Aemond.

The girl went quiet for a moment, looking at him confused, but she smiled. "Look, my potatoe is smiling" She pointed out. This made Aemond smile.

"Wow...what kind of magic is that?" He became invested in the girl's plate.

"It's not magic...I did it with the knife...mother never let me use it".

"Silly her, you've got some serious skills with the weapon...". When Annabella put the knive thought the potatoe again, Aemond made a fake jumpscare that made the girl crack a laugh giggle. They all turned to look at them.

"Annabella, are you using a knife?" Lady Tyrell was trying to hide her annoyance.

"Oh, no, Lady Tyrell, we were just...picking apart her potatoe...I'm making sure she draws a proper face on it".

To that, the woman couldn't say anything. So they continued the dinner with more questions and honors and blessings to the royal family and the fun ended officially when Annabella was sent to bed. She hugged her sister, and she smiled at Aemond. When her mother told her to bow, she couldn't help but giggle, remembering the potatoe that rested still on her plate. The parents bowed too, leaving their daughter be the one guiding the prince around his room.

"Did you enjoy the dinner, my prince?" Asked Lyssandre, side-eyeing the quiet Prince.

"I did...I underestimated the pie you longed so much..." he joked dryly.

"Elwa promised me to bake fifty more once I go back to the Capital. I hope Annabella wasn't much of a bother."

"Not at all...she's quiet, I like that...You are more like your father in spirit...always talking..."

"Gods...was he annoying? I'm so sorry, my prince. He has always talked too much" the girl stopped, trying to make him understand how much she really felt it. But Aemond only fixed his eye on the wall. When she followed his stare she saw it, a little lizard on the wall. "Oh, my prince, don't mind them, they are harmless... but very common around here."

When she took the little thing on her hand, Aemond felt a little admiration, in any other occasion, he would have put that thing away with a knive.

"How do you know that?" He asked.

"If we killed them we would have never know their true nature...sometimes you can go further without violence, my prince." She looked at him, as if trying to speak more words than those. Everyone in the kingdom knew him a sadistic Lord, always close to the sharpest object in the room, restless of training and always wishing for more power.

"Such a clever girl..." he dared to offer his hand, letting her put the little lizard on his hand. "Some people can't risk it for tries and knowledge...to prevent is better than to save."

"That's why you have to be calm and patient, bitting and holding your breath, so you can memorise the right words, which tile to step...that's how you properly learn how to dance."

"I'm afraid I'm not a patient man...I'm a cunning one".

"Why can't you be both?"

"It's not in my blood as Targaryen. Speak sincerely to me, Lyssandre, am i right?"

"Yes, your grace. You are right." She was more confident with her words.

"Would I make a good Lord?"

"I do think so, your grace."

"You wish to see your family often, don't you?" He stared at her, seeing her nod. He trusted her in that hall, where the candles illuminated her serious face, no mask right now, she was being completely honest. "Many Lords let their wives root in their husbands home, caging them in a bed with baths and servants, letting them die at childbirth, missing their childhood home. Are you afraid of a future like that? "

"It's my fate...my prince."

"Hum...no, the gods wouldn't waste you..." he let the lizard go, holding Lyssandre's hand. "Most lords would do that to you...Stupid, idiotic lords...but you think of me a good lord, and I trust you. The wittiest lady on the Keep, maybe in the capital..." Aemond put his face closer to her face. "All this years I saw you walking back every time you saw me, because you were scared of me... That's how I knew you were smart. You have total control of the insects in every corner of the world, you are an observant as much as a charmer, just like a proper Tyrell. A woman who appreciates her origins and is willing to make a difference. A flower crowning a dragon. If you trust me as a good Lord, I would need you beside me, I'll take you wherever you wish, I want your advise, I want your eyes for me, I want your mouth for my use. I'll give you my ears and my wings. Give me wise children and I'll give you powerfull heirs. Let me be yours, Lyssandre."

She couldn't speak, she just blinked, pale and mute. He stared at her, waiting for an answer that never came, as she walked away from him. At the next morning, she could only bow, barely staring at his eye. She watched as he flyed away. Was she that dumb? How did she managed to become such an idiot in just seconds? The only thing she could do about it was spending her time with Annabella, walking and memorising her home. The two weeks went by shortly, as she was incredibly nervous about seeing him again. When he arrived he accepted the invitation right away.

"We have been thinking about an arrangement with Lord Arryn, dear Lys" spoke her mother.

"Lord Arryn? Isn't he...Isn't he an old man?" She had her eyes open wide.

"Well, he is quite mature...but he is having a good season in his gold...and he has heard about your charms..."

Aemond could feel her disappointment. All those days he has replayed that rejection in his mind. He didn't hold bitterness towards the girl. It wasn't her fault she didn't wished to rush in. But now she was scared. Arryn was a great house, but a boring one, far away from the world she has learned to controll. She looked at him, and he did what felt right.

He lower his hand under the table, offering her to take it, she, seeing the hand, blinked and something in her eyes seemed apologetic. She took his hand under the table, they holded tight and she nodded.

"Actually, Lord Tyrell..." he started pulling their locked hands over the table. "I wish to use this reunion to ask for your daughters hand in marriage."

Who dared reject a prince? Not a father of a noble lady. They toasted and clapped, more wine circulated around the table. When the good nights were done, the future couple walked together towards Aemond's room, finishing the walk of last time. When they reached the door, Aemond kissed Lys on the cheek, but she turned her face, making their lips meet. He took her cheeks in her hands, deepening the kiss, passionate and breathtaking. When they separated, he watched her leave, smirking when Lyssandre turned, giving him a wicked smile, knowing well that for now on, they were going to be allies.

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starkstruck27 · 11 months

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One last little mermay fic because it's the last day and I thought it would be cute (also I may be posting on June 1st technically, but I wrote the bulk of it yesterday so...).

Steve hadn't been working at the aquarium for long, but he loved every second of it. He'd moved out to California a while ago and he'd been down on his luck when Dustin came out one time to visit, all jazzed up about marine life, since it was his latest obsession, and he'd suckered him into a trip to the place before he left again for Hawkins. Steve had never had much interest in undersea life before, but as Dustin dragged him through the exhibits, he found himself in awe of all the beautiful creatures. At the end of their tour, he was buying Dustin a souvenir in the gift shop, when a large "Help Wanted!" sign caught his eye.

"That, uh, that sign," he asked the girl who was scanning the barcode on Dustin's stuffed seahorse and new San Diego Aquarium cap, "Is that just for the gift shop or is it the aquarium in general?"

"No, it's for the whole place. We are looking for a few people to be cashiers in here and the food court, but we're also looking for tour guides and trainers. The trainers have to have some kind of prior experience working with animals though, so just keep that in mind. Would you like an application?" She asked, her smile bright as she handed the younger boy the bag.

"Yes, please," Steve smiled back, and the girl handed him a small packet of papers fill out before smiling and greeting the next customer.

By the time they left, Steve had already returned the packet, completely filled out, to the right box, and two days later, he got a call to come in for an interview. He went, and an hour later, walked out with a job as a tour guide and a date to come in for his first day of training.

By now, nearly two months later, he knew the ins and outs of the entire place, and he could spit facts about sharks or jellyfish or anemone or sea cucumbers like he was listing the days of the week. He was one of the favorites among the tour groups, since he often made stupid dad jokes and gave out aquatic themed stickers to the kids. It was a hands-on aquarium, and a lot of the parents liked the gentle encouragements he would give their kids if they were scared to touch a certain animal, and the kind ways he would explain how to do it properly so as not to hurt the animals so that everything went smoothly. He was often handed tips from appreciative parents, and even though he always tried to refuse them, they always insisted he take them for helping their young kids to have such a positive experience. His fridge in his apartment was running out of room on the front of it from the amount of drawings kids would do for him, and he had made a note to get himself a little scrapbook or binder or something to keep them in so that he didn't have to throw them away to make room for new ones.

So yeah, Steve absolutely loved his job.

And when his boss pulled him aside one day and said that he wanted him to be the one to help launch the newest attraction on May 1st, he was more than happy to do it. He was just supposed to lead the families into the amphitheater that faced the biggest tank in the aquarium and get them pumped up to see some kind of show involving mermaids. He had no idea what it was or how it was going to work, but he was excited to do it, so he did.

Finally, May 1st rolled around and Steve was about to do his first presentation for a packed theater. He scrounged up some of the old confidence he'd had in high school and put on a huge smile as he walked out in front of the tank with his notes, quieting the families and greeting them before asking if they were ready to see some mermaids.

That's what the whole thing was about. It was supposed to be like that one attraction in Weeki Wachee, Florida, where they had the actresses that dressed up like mermaids and entertained families in while swimming under water. It was pretty much the same as that, but while the actors and actresses were swimming around, Steve was supposed to give a presentation on some fun facts about mermaids and then, at the very end, the families would get to pose for pictures with the actors while they were still in the tank. They were going to be going down with air nozzles from oxygen tanks in their hands, so that they could make cool bubble effects, but also so they could still breathe as they were underwater. It was actually really cool, in Steve's opinion, and he was excited to be giving the presentation.

"Okay, so as long as you're ready to meet our merpeople, we have to try and call to them so that they'll come out to see us. Merpeople are king of shy, so we have to be really loud when we call their names, okay? We have a lot of merpeople here at our aquarium, but the ones you're going to see today are named Pearl and Nero, so on the count of three, we're all going to say really loudly 'Hi, Pearl and Nero!', okay?" Steve said as he continued his opening, smiling wide along with a lot of the kids. They all nodded as he counted to three, and they shouted out for the two actors, and they swam over from where they'd dropped into the tank, somewhere off to the side where the audience wouldn't see them going in.

The first 'mermaid', a girl with curly dark hair and tan skin, swam over, wearing a bright red shell bra and a shimmering red tail that caught the light beautifully. She pretended to be shy as she swam over, but she smiled as a manta ray came up to her, and she pet it gently as the kids all oohed and aahed.

"Everybody, this is Pearl," Steve said, gesturing at the tank, and the actress waved back at the audience, flicking her tail as she swam all around and did little tricks. She could hold her breath for an incredible amount of time, only having to use the breathing tube thing once or twice in the past couple of minutes.

"Now, Pearl is a little bit more brave than our other merman, so we have to call out for him again to get him to come out, okay?" Steve said, and the kids all called out for the guy again. The actress in the water even gestured over to someone with her hand as she swam around and played with the fish and other creatures in the tank with her. Finally, the kids all cheered as another actor swam over, looking more timid as he did.

"Everybody, this is Nero," Steve said, and he gestured at the tank, almost forgetting his next bit in the script when he saw the man. He had blonde hair that flowed around his face in ringlets. He had a tiny hint of a mustache on his top lip and the most striking blue eyes Steve had ever seen. His tail was also blue, probably to match his eyes, and as he waved to the audience and smiled, Steve nearly fainted. He was muscular, but not overly so, and his arms looked strong and sturdy, much like the rest of him. And his smile was bright enough to light up the entire ocean if he wanted to.

Steve made himself refocus on his presentation as the actors played under the water, swimming around and playing with both each other and the creatures in the tank with them. They interacted with the crowd as Steve gave his presentation, doing certain motions to go along with the fun facts Steve was spouting, and just seeming to have fun with it. Steve was too, once he got over the initial shock of that gorgeous man swimming around behind him, and when the presentation was over, he both happy and sad about it. The next show was going to be done by another one of his coworkers, and two other actors would be playing the merpeople, so Steve decided to head back to where he knew the actors would be taking their breaks to see if he could get a chance to talk to the guy.

He found him and the other girl laughing backstage as they ate lunch and gossiped, and he was almost afraid to go in and talk to them. They both had towels wrapped around their heads to keep their long, wet hair out of the way as they ate, and they both still had their tails on, since they had one more show to do before they got to leave for the day.

"Oh, speak of the devil," the girl said to the guy, and she gestured to the door that Steve was standing at, smiling widely. "You're our presenter, right? We were just talking about you. You did a great job hyping up the kids for us. Although, your jokes were absolutely terrible. I'm Heather."

"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm Steve," the man said, walking further into the room with them and tucking some hair behind his ears nervously. "Sorry to interrupt, I just figured that I should probably introduce myself to you guys at some point since we'll be doing a lot of shows together. And I wanted to compliment you on your performance, it was really, really cool. I don't know how you can hold your breath for that long and keep your eyes open underwater and still to all those tricks and stuff. It was just really amazing."

"Thanks," Heather replied, taking another bite of her sandwich, "And to tell you the truth, it's really nothing special. Just lots and lots of practice."

"And the oxygen tanks help a lot," the man said, the first time he'd spoken since Steve first entered the room. He didn't seem like he'd be a quiet person, but Steve figured that maybe he just didn't really like new people. He could understand that. Still, he'd hoped that maybe he'd have more to say than just that. Heather seemed to notice this, because she looked between them for a second, rolled her eyes at the man, and then reached down to unzip a part of her tail and stick her feet out so that she could shuffle off into another part of the room, saying something about needing to use the bathroom and leaving the two alone.

"I meant what I said," Steve said, stepping closer to the other man, "Your performance was really good. I've never seen so many happy kids in one room before. And you didn't even seem like an actor half the time there. You actually seemed like you lived in the water for real. And I'll tell you, you got a set of balls on you, too. I'd never have the courage to swim straight up to a hammerhead and just start petting it like you did."

"Thank you," the man finally cracked a smile as a cute little blush rose to his cheeks. "Yeah, I've always loved the ocean and anything having to do with it. And normally, I wouldn't have the balls to swim right up to a shark, but we keep them pretty well fed here, so I had nothing to worry about. But still, thanks for the compliments." The man paused again, setting down his sandwich, wiping his hands on a napkin, and training those striking blue eyes on Steve while he stuck out his hand and said, "I'm Billy."

Steve shook his hand, and he could feel his own face lighting up with a smile.

"Nice to meet you," he said, his heart fluttering when the other man's face finally broke into a full grin.

"Likewise," he said, and they began to slip into a more casual conversation as Heather returned and she and Billy finished their lunches and got ready for the next performance. Steve would have to leave soon to get his microphone and his notes sheet again, but he stayed for as long as he could, quickly becoming friends with the two actors and making a few plans to make their next show an even bigger hit than the last one was. Finally, it was just a few minutes before Steve would have to start welcoming families back into the theater, and Billy went off somewhere to do one last thing before the show.

"Oh, and hey Steve, I have a quick question for you," Heather said, just before he left.

"Yeah?" Steve asked, stopping just short of the doorway.

"Can I get your number?" She asked, thrusting a napkin and pen into his hands. "It's not for me, though, it's for Billy. Y'know, just in case you were wondering. He nearly choked in the tank earlier when he first saw you through the glass, however blurry. And he said you had a nice voice. But he's too much of a wimp to ask you himself, so write a corny little note and leave him your number so that I don't have to hear about how out of his league you are for the next fifty years, because he will complain for that long."

Steve was taken aback at first, but he was flattered, and he liked the other guy, too, so he decided, why the heck not? He scribbled down a note and his phone number quickly, then high-tailed it out of the room to be in the theater for his cue, just as Billy came back over.

"Steve asked me to give this to you," Heather grinned like a shark, handing him the note. Billy took it, puzzled, and almost missed his own cue to get in the water as he read and reread it to make sure it sunk in.

Steve left him his number. And a terrible dad joke, but mostly his number, and said he wanted to go out with him sometime. He'd said he wanted to be 'part of his world', and as much as the pun made Billy roll his eyes, he couldn't help but find it cute. He could definitely arrange that. But first, he had to get back in the water, and hopefully nobody would notice as he stared at Steve's ass through the glass.

And if they did, he could just pass it off as a merman curious about how the humans walked around on their two large fins.

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lamentingocean · 8 months

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JAHA X READER

The dark clouds of the sky but only a memorable day of potentially dangerous rejection and love can occur into the streets of China, jaha didn't know what to do since he had always been the smartest in every situation and in every battle.

of when his clothes are bathed in the blood of powerful fighters and soldiers along his path to his goal, and to a world of bliss for rules to not be followed by such a class of martial artists,

Throwing their yuan away in such a cocky mentality, the master of the black rabbit clan knew how to take care of threats like that, even if it means having shards of a enemy's sword getting scattered in the ground of class, even if it means protecting ilyang, even if it means protecting Y/N from the dangers of this world, the dangers of China and therefore their path to power and vengeance leading to destruction and wars,even if it means the essence of insanity scraped his soul.

yuan rattled on his hand as he surveyed the remaining gifts to buy for Y/N. It was pure ruby earrings. It was a beautiful chinese dress, it was perfumes of the finest caliber of scents. there are so many options.

A flashback banged into his head. He suddenly remembered what you like, and what you like mattered to him even if he's a cold-blooded killer with an aura called the definition of danger.

"I actually like blue earrings, I like the way they shine, and they look like the ocean to me? Don't you agree?"

he came inside the shop where the earrings were stored at, there were many shades of color, blue, green, white, black, gray, orange. the blue one on the side caught his blood red eyes.

the beautiful earrings looking into his eyes were called.

The forbidden city of the ocean, it all spelled out in Chinese, and a rare Chinese ink to make it stand out more. he picked them up in slight awe. thinking: Would they look good on her? a voice interrupted his thought process. it was a man in the first desk.

with an angry look on why he dared touch a fine piece of jewelry, wearing his hands like an illuminating necklace, jaha questioned in his ordinary sass.

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

"You're touching a rich peice of jewelry? If you aren't going to pay for that, then get the hell out of my shop?"

he picked up the jewelry anyway and walked up to him. The intimidation scared the man that insulted a master terrified him to the brink. like it went through his thick skull. a large amount of yuan slammed onto the desk.

"I need to pay for this."

"First of all, you don't come up to my shop like that sir, most people treat the jewelry with respect."

It was at this point that this man was pushing him to the brim, even the vein on his forehead shown it as a sign to stop talking before death kisses him in the face into the afterlife. the man hesitated on spitting out the next words that will spill in the next second.

and if he did, then he had a 30 chance to be alive. His red eyes took his mind into a terrified panic. his words spit out orchestras of fear.

"FINE. IT'S FREE. TAKE IT. JUST DONT HURT ME.."

his sweat soak his armpits, the filling shit of his system kept pouring down out of fear of whoever this man is.

"W-who are you?"

his footsteps walked to the door, and jaha didn't want to speak to him any longer after his terrified voice almost gave him a nearing headache. He looked at the real price of the earrings.

"Hmm..50,000 yuan."

he went to a place he knew you would be at, since that's a place that stored the most memories of you inside that insane head. It was raining blossoms.

he saw you near the lake, looking beautiful as ever, with (whatever chinese outfit you like) somehow. he felt happy and a sensation of peace in his aura. like he felt like he was in heaven with you. Blossoms coated his void black hair cutely.

you turned with a bag of desserts on your arm, happy to be spending time with jaha after all the missions and drama you two have gone through.

From the demonic cult, the martial arts league, the light faction, and the dark faction.

you saw him with an existing happiness and popped a strawberry, chocolate cake that is small as a kitten in his mouth.

"COME ON♡ LETS GO TO THE QIXI FESTIVAL!"

(my comeback era for writing came back)

#return of the crazy demon #jaha lee #return of the mad demon #webtoon #광마회귀

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viluvr-archived · 2 years

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GETTING A CAT WITH THEM

Azul , Jade , Floyd , Cater , Vil .

Gn!reader .

AZUL !

Azul agrees hesitantly but doesn't bother to argue with you since you look oh so very happy, he couldn't possibly take that smile off your face and upset you when he promised not to, ah but he thinks the cat would just mind its own business so he agreed to buy one too.

But! Why's the cat clinging onto his legs? And why's it sleeping on his lap? He'd be signing his contracts and the cats hop on his lap. And when you two wake up, the cat is in between you snuggling in your neck, purring to wake you two up, Azul tries to play with the fluffy cat by dressing it up, and when it purrs it means she likes it, when she turns around to not face Azul, he takes it that the fluff ball dislikes the clothes.

You and Azul are cat parents, you guys worry about the cat so much when you two are gone.

"Jade don't forget to put on her socks and shoes, especially at night she gets really cold!" It has been the 5th time he said that.. "Yes sir." "Floyd, make sure she eats the right amount of food, nothing more and nothing less!" "'nothin' more 'nd nothin' less!' Yeah, we get it Azul! So just.. go your dinner date and we'll handle the rest!!" He hates to admit he cares for the cat as much as you care for it.

JADE !

Jade seems like a dog person, and I think he is! But he truly gets fascinated by the chubby cat, aww he coos at it and asks how's its day.

Oh, oh! And since they wear hats the cat steals Jade's hat and hides in it! He baby talks the cat and you, he talks with you and the cat and treats the cat like your kid, and if you guys probably fight, he'd send messages with the pics of your cat saying "Dad says he's sorry :("

He'd be so invested with you and the cat and he starts to baby talk you two, "Oh yeah? And what happened next? Really? Poor you!" He gets matching hats for you, him, and the chubby cat.

He's scared to let Floyd near the cat, not only because he's scared Floyd's gonna squeeze it, and you'd be upset if the cat gets injured! "Floyd! Don't squeeze it too much, it can't breathe!" Why did Jade even let his younger brother near the poor thing! "Eh? But it's really chubby 'nd cute!.. let me play with it a little bit more, hehe" "Floyd." No cats were injured in the hands of Floyd Leech.

FLOYD !

He's excited but make sure the fluff ball doesn't steal your attention, 'kay? He should always be the center of your attention, your number one, and one and only!

But, he leaves the hard stuff for you to do, that's the hassle in it, but! Maybe if you just say you'd take his kisses and cuddles privileges or lessen the cuddle hours.. then fine! Sacrifices need to be made, so... After this will you pretty please give this poor, whiney, tired eel many kisses and longer cuddles? You will, right? 'Course you will! You have no choice anyway, you made a deal with Floyd Leech!

When you praise the cat he gets all grumpy and gets determined to do better and work harder in the Lounge, and he'll do his best and put in much more effort when he plays basketball! Just make sure to cheer for him, and only him.

"Eh? Floyd, you seem rather obedient today. Not that I'm complaining, keep that up." "Ugh! I'm just doing this so shrimpy can be impressed! Then maybe she'd give me more compliments than that cat! Hngrr." A scowl was evident on Floyd's face, and there was a pout too. "Floyd. Fix your face, do you want Y/n seeing you like that?" "Ah! Right." Now that's another way to make Floyd obedient.

CATER !

A cat? A cat! Yay! Cater's on it, the cats' food, its clothes, the cats' daily pictorial with you two!

Oh, he's so excited to be cat parents with you, he's gonna take so many pictures, #catparents! #suchacutefluffball. Ace and Deuce are in the comments asking if they can play with the cat, they get a no as a response, and as much as Cater wants the cat to be active, he knows how the Adeuce duo, especially Ace can be troublesome almost most of the time.

He carries the cat everywhere with the both of you while you cling onto his arm, oh he melts, you guys look so cute! He says you guys look like a newlywed couple with a baby, and he gets a smack in the arm! "Ouchie! What's that for babe?! It's true! It looks cute too!" He shows you a teasing pair of eyes and a playful giggle

"Ah! Riddle, the cat is prohibiting me from painting these roses.. how could I possibly leave such thing!" Ah, he uses the cat for excuses too ... And he asks for the cats' opinion most of the time! "You think I look good in this angle? Ok! Let's post it!" "Face here kitty! Yes, that's it!" They're both magicam stars.

VIL !

Vil.. oh he loves you dearly, really! You're his angel, his everything, and he'd do everything for you and drop everything for you, but then you want a cat.

Can you even take care of it? Can you guys even take care of it? It takes a bit of convincing for him to give in, he worries about the cat and you, and he barely gets to spend time with you because of his work that's why he pampers you so much and is an absolute angel with you, but then you'd pamper the cat and not him, he's here! You'd baby talk the cat and scratch its stomach, and gush over it, absolutely battles with the cat for your affection, he's glaring at the cat while the cat is just enjoying your warmth and presence, although he finds it childish and stupid..

there's nothing he can do about it, it's his feelings! And if he has to take care of it, he's strict.. but then if you show that you truly care about the cat and if you're attached to it.. then maybe he'd warm up to the cat, and the cat's gonna be so happy. Vil is still adjusting to the cat, but he tolerates almost everything for you. "Ah, cat you're rubbing your fur against my pants again." Vil didn't want to be mean to the cat but.. it can wrinkle his clothing.

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vigilantebarbie · 9 months

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i keep my jealousy close chapter three: i had to stop myself

chapter two

chapter four

Infatuation with a hint of obsession? Adrian knows all about that

"Dude shut the fuck up about this girl! You met her, what, one time? Put that shit in your spank bank so we don't have to hear about it." Chris almost yelled, interrupting Adrian mid-sentence. Adrian hadn't stopped talking about you since that night outside Fennel Fields, driving everyone around him off the wall. It had been tolerable at first, meaning the first hour. It had been two weeks since that day and he would always find a way to bring you into the conversation, based solely on your text conversations. He'd been bummed that you hadn't been able to hang out since that night but your schedules conflicted so much that neither of you had the time. Not that it stopped him from doing patrol in your neighborhood immediately after he got off work. If you didn't have such an early work schedule, you might have noticed the masked weirdo in a kevlar suit lurking around your complex and occasionally, climbing a tree to see into your apartment window. To make sure you were safe, of course. He'd noticed your cat, and your cat had definitely noticed him sitting in that tree.

"Bold of you to assume I haven't already done that," Adrian replied, grinning when everyone voiced their disgust at the thought. "Besides, we're supposed to hang out tonight since I told Sylvia that I'd report her for coming to work high if she didn't switch shifts with me tonight." Weed wasn't illegal anymore so Vigilante couldn't do anything about Sylvia, but not coming to work high had to be some sort of corporate rule. Ignoring Chris' vocal disdain for hearing about you, Adrian went right back to texting you while on his way out for the day.

I just have to go home and shower, workout was really intense today. I'll see you there!

Replying to his text with a soft smile, you went back to focusing on your hair. You'd slept with braids in your damp hair after you showered last night and now your long hair had a controllable wave to it but you didn't want to leave it hanging around your face. Another half-updo would have to do. You were only supposed to be going to the arcade, there was no need to be dressed up. But here you were in a cute little dress, sweater, and your cutest shoes. Your phone screen lit up again, unfortunately, a text from the very same person who had caused you to move to Evergreen. Once again, asking you if you could talk. Normally, you'd have blocked him since you weren't answering. But the desperation was kind of hilarious in the most pathetic way. Swinging your bag over your shoulder on your way out, making sure your keys were in hand before locking your apartment door and heading out to the arcade.

Adrian had beat you to the arcade even with his shower and almost tripped over his own feet when he went to greet you. You were even prettier than he remembered you being and you’d definitely sent a selfie or two during the last two weeks. “Are you ready to get your ass kicked by the arcade master? I sure hope you prepared cuz I’m really good at like, all the games,” He started to ramble again but you didn’t mind it. You didn’t really talk a lot anyway. “I’ve beaten all the claw machines. Those are totes rigged but you gotta know how they’re rigged so you can beat the system.”

You nodded. That made sense, in a way. “But how are you at Dance Dance Revolution? Because I’m actually the queen of that game.” now you were lying. You hadn’t played that game since sixth grade at a birthday party. That was like saying you were good at mini golf, a total lie. “How about whoever has the least amount of tickets at the end of the night has to use them to buy the other person whatever they want with their measly tickets? Like an eraser or one of those dorky little alien things you put on your fingers?” You noticed how he tensed up at the brief mention of aliens, shaking it off like it was just an aversion to them. After all, you were still creeped out by the ones from X-Files.

“Deal, I can’t wait to see what kind of fucking lame eraser you pick out.” He laughed, leading the way to the token machine so you two could play games to your heart's content, all the while hoping you weren’t as good at Dance Dance Revolution as you claimed to be.

The pair of you had been playing for hours, not even close to bored when your phone rang. “Sorry, I thought I turned my do not disturb on when I got here…fucking fuck…I gotta take this.” you were pissed. Your ex had decided to call you and since everyone could hear your loud ass ringtone, you couldn’t ignore it. “I’ll be right back” Rushing outside to talk so you didn’t disturb anyone any further than you had.

Adrian followed, frowning deeply at the way you seemed so distressed by this phone call. “I told you, leave me alone. I don’t want anything from you. Ever again…yes I’m serious!!!! I left for a reason??? You were a dick to me, why would I stay??? Go to hell.” You snapped into the phone before hanging up, shocked to see Adrian standing in front of you looking concerned.

“Everything okay? Don’t lie.” He seemed like he cared. So you told him everything, everything about the shitty relationship you’d left behind you and hoped would have stayed behind when you moved here. About how your ex was bothering you for the last month about getting back together and begging you to come back home. How you’d ignored him until he got pissed off and called. Adrian nodded along while he listened to you vent, calculating a plan in his head to make this guy pay for this. “But don’t worry about him, he doesn’t know where I live now and I’m changing my number soon.”

Biting his tongue to stop himself from saying that he’d kill anyone who ever made you this distressed again, he nodded once more “Cool beans, let’s go back and play some games cuz I’m kicking your ass.” He put his hands on your shoulders, turning you and directing you back inside. Not before noticing your ex’s name on your phone and giving himself a mental reminder to look the guy up. A visit from Vigilante might make him leave you alone. It wasn't like he didn't have a perfectly good reason.

That fucker would pay for making you upset

#i keep my jealousy close #adrian x reader #adrian x you #adrian chase #vigilante x you #vigilante x reader #peacemaker 2022

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ichigopanhpff · 2 years

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Sonata Ch. 1: Da Capo

[Masterlist] -- [Next Chapter]

Gauging interest for this since I'm editing future chapters at the moment. This is the first time in a while I've written this kind of mature content. Personally, I'm excited to be posting this, but not sure if it'll get traction.

Warnings: Sexually suggestive actions, crude and derogatory language, alcohol and drug consumption.

Note: If you see any notes messages being responded with ‘amaeichigo’, that’s my primary account name.

(/dɑːˈkɑːpoʊ/) Italian musical term meaning "from the beginning."

Lonely and empty souls all over Tokyo flock to the flashing lights of nightlife for some form of temporary comfort to numb the harshness of life. Wage slaves and the monetary elite gather to where women with painted faces pay lip service and superficial smiles, dressed to the nines listening to their complaints while pouring them expensive alcohol they know not how to fully appreciate and only caring about the brand name. The price of having their ears talked off by the clientele in hopes of hooking them a whale to profit off of and to elevate the their work status for the elusive number one spot.

This is one of the many aspects behind the thin veil of Tokyo’s nightspots in Kabuki-cho.

The cabaret hostess club.

Men and women attracted to the glitz and glamour with hopes of making a ton of fast money to buy themselves luxury goods, drink well and party. Though that may be the case for some, other unfortunate souls work in this field as a means of survival; some even willingly sell their bodies to their clients should they offer the right amount, even though it’s taboo and illegal for their business relationship.

But the club doesn’t have to know.

“You’re needed at table seven,” one of the front of house staff called.

“I’ll be right out.”

Making final adjustments to her lipstick, she smoothed out her burgundy sequined A-line strapless knee length dress before making her way out to the floor. The number one rule of a hostess was to always upkeep their appearances. Her tan coloured pleather stiletto heels clacked across the terracotta and ebony marble floor to her designated table.

“Good evening,” she serenely greeted like a songbird with a bow. “Thank you for requesting me. My name is Saori.”

Saori. That was her identity in La Reverie. It wasn’t uncommon for girls in this industry to take on an alias or two out of fear of stalker clients amongst other things.

“Aren’t you a thing of beauty then?” her client complimented as she situated herself beside him. “It’s nice to meet you, Saori-chan. I’m Nakamura.”

“Do you say this to every woman you meet, Nakamura-san?” she mused with a coy smile and playfully batted her false lashes. “Would you like to start off with a light cocktail?”

It’s the same sequence every night.

Hostess meets client, chats them up while pouring drinks to get to build a superficial relationship and to open up their wallets. In short, these girls had to be therapists and entertainers at the same time.

Some sharpen their wit to perfect the art of playful banter and conversation; others use their girlish and sexual charm to woo men to spend more. The night goes by in a drunken blur of champagne bottles with names no one can pronounce, airy laughter and underlying sexual tension. The more emotionally attached the clients get to the hostesses, the more frequent they'll return. Some would go as far to say they were in love with the hostess, even though they knew in their heart of hearts it was their money they loved.

Just as the last client left, the girls gathered back in the dressing room talking amongst themselves and greeting one another after a long shift.

“Is that the new Hermes purse from the Spring collection that just launched?!” one girl chirped up with excitement.

“Satoshi-san got it for me as a gift after I told him about it last time,” the other showed off. “Isn’t it so cute?”

“You totes got a whale with that one, Mayumi!” another hostess pointed out. “You’re, like, pretty much set. He’s been comin’ to see you every night.”

“He is pretty handsome, I’ll admit,” Mayumi remarked and admired her acrylic nails decorated with rhinestones. “Maybe I’ll even fall for him…” she giggled. “But I’ll have to see his size first. And I don’t just mean his wallet.”

The group of girls loudly guffawed while (Y/N) quietly sat at her vanity and removed her war paint before unclipping her hair extensions. The dressing room door swung open, revealing the manager with three men behind him. One had platinum white hair swiped to the side with sharp, black eyes adorning a red and yellow Chinese-style draped top and ankle length pants; the other two had dyed purple streaked hair, each respectively wearing a light green and purple dress suit. The taller one had short, side swept hair, the other a long mullet style. The one thing they had in common were the obscured tattoo etched on their necks.

“Endo-san! Is it pay day?!” one hostess happily beamed, noticing the stack of white envelopes in his hand. A hoard of hostesses quickly ran toward the other two men.

“Ran-kun~ You haven’t come by to see me lately,” one pouted in a faux cutesy voice. “Do you not love me anymore?”

“Things have been busy, my lovelies,” the man they called Ran replied with an almost mocking saccharine tone. “I promise I’ll come by soon.”

“Rin-Rin~” another called in a whiny tone and hung onto his arm. “Stop leaving me on read~”

“Get off. You’re annoying,” the man called “Rin-Rin” touted with a grimace.

“Rindou, be nice,” Ran kindly scolded. “You should be glad girls actually pay you attention with that personality of yours.”

Just as the commotion died down, each of the girls got their paycheck on top of the bonuses they raked in with their clientele. Quietly thanking the manager when he placed her envelope down, she already knew how much was in there and didn’t bother checking.

It was the same amount every two weeks.

Just as the hostesses filed out one by one for the early morning to unwind and go home, she found herself alone with the white haired man; the other two suits left with a girl on each of their arms.

“How much more do I have, Kokonoi-san?”

“Always straight to business with you, huh,” the man chuckled and crossed his arms. “N’ didn’t I tell you to just call me Koko?”

It’d been two years since (Y/N) started working at La Reverie, but her relationship with Kokonoi Hajime spanned longer thanks to her mother. Having worked several dead end jobs, her mother piled on debt through pachinko parlors, visiting host clubs, borrowing money from loan sharks and running high tabs in bars all over Kabukicho.

When it came time to collect, Kokonoi Hajime paid a visit to her place in Shinjuku with some Bonten grunts, only to find nothing. She came home to see her place ransacked with them waiting for her in the dark, one-room rundown apartment. She was unaware of her mother’s spending habits.

And honestly? She wasn’t surprised at all.

The moment she asked the amount her mother owed, all the blood drained from her face. 50 million yen. And that was with the interest already added in.

Out of all the people she could’ve borrowed and fucked with, it had to be Bonten, the most vicious and cold-blooded crime syndicate in Japan. And now here she was, working in a cabaret club owned by the very organization she was practically sold to the moment her mother disappeared without a trace.

Her very own daughter left holding the bag.

“How much more, Kokonoi-san?” she repeated with a flat tone of voice.

The silver haired man stared and huffed a breath, immediately sensing her mood. “You’re down close to half,” he finally divulged. “Depending on how much you earn here, you should be debt free in another three to four years. Unless…”

She glanced up with an arched brow at Bonten’s finance admin. Kokonoi placed a firm hand on her vanity and leaned in close to her face, his dark gaze leering deep into hers.

“Be my woman and I’ll make that debt disappear immediately,” he proposed with a slight bass in his voice through his smirk. Her expression remained dead and unresponsive.

“As I’ve said the last nine times you suggested this: no.”

“And I’ve given you this offer as an easy way out,” he reasoned back with a dry chuckle. “Why continue to work a job you hate when you can just be mine? We both benefit.”

“As your side piece, you mean,” she corrected and packed up her belongings. “Who is it tonight? Yuko? Sakura? One of the girls from the other clubs you own, I presume?”

“No one, actually,” he revealed. “Contrary of what you think of me, I have other business to attend to tonight.”

“Don’t let me keep you then,” she coldly noted with a bitter smile and grabbed her purse and phone.

Politely bowing to Kokonoi, she left the dressing room to head home for the day. What she needed right now was a can of ice cold beer, a soak in her tub, a light meal and sleep. As the finance admin left the establishment, he got into the car where the Haitanis were waiting; the girls draped around their arms were no where to be found.

"So she's the one?" Ran asked Kokonoi and took a Davidoff cigarette out from his silver case, dangling it between his lips. "Rare of you to not make any progress."

"She's been... rather difficult, I admit," he sighed and rubbed his temple. "A game of patience is needed here. This one has a brain n' her guard's up pretty high."

"Mikey and Takeomi's not gonna be happy to hear that," Rindou blurted out.

"Just say the word and we can speed things up, Koko," Ran calmly remarked and exhaled a puff of smoke, flicking some ash outside the half-opened window.

"I'll figure something out. I always do."

–

Another night.

Another round of men wanting the accompaniment of dolled up women to stroke their ego while they throw yen around like they’re false kings. From the corner of Saori’s eye, she spotted Kokonoi’s head of silver white with a short, white haired man wearing a baggy black shirt and white slacks; another with bright pink hair wearing a pinstripe purple suit on the second floor. A few girls got ushered in behind them a short beat later.

Work ended in the blink of an eye. She returned to the dressing room to pack up, only to find her mobile phone missing.

“Hey Ami-chan,” she called one of the other girls getting ready to head out. “Did you see where my phone went?”

“Who else would play these childish pranks with you?” the girl stated the obvious with a quirked brow.

“Mayumi,” they both said simultaneously and exchanged tired sighs.

“Seriously, what is up her ass?” (Y/N) rubbed the back of her neck and sighed. “It’s not like I’m gunning after her precious number one spot.”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” her co-worker shrugged. “How’s it out there for you tonight?”

“Pretty busy. Eko was in bad shape though. She was so hungover today.”

“That girl’s one drink away from cirrhosis, I swear…” Ami grumbled and rolled her eyes.

“You see where Mayumi went during her shift, by the way?”

“VIP.” The girl pointed up to the ceiling. “Dunno which room though.”

Thanking her, she made her way out and went upstairs to look for her phone. There were five VIP rooms on the second floor, each with their own theme. If she remembered correctly, there were only three parties who used the second floor tonight: Two were business moguls and Kokonoi’s group. She decided to search the biggest room first; the cleaning crew always saved it for last since it was a pain in the ass to detail.

During her tenure at La Reverie, she’s only been in the smaller VIP rooms. Slowly sliding the heavy oak door open, her eyes widened and marveled at the glitzy interior. Bright, luminescent silver filigree patterned wallpapers slathered the room with an over the top crystal chandelier dangling above her. The snow grey leather couch and dark oak table accented the parlor with its high end elegance. At the far end of the room, a baby grand piano in bone white with gold accents sat in its silent majestic presence. (Y/N) stared with nostalgia.

Slowly making her way to it, she opened the lid and found her phone sitting on top of the ebony and ivory keys. Just as she grabbed her device and turned her heels to leave, she hesitated for some reason. Reluctantly turning back to the piano, she walked up and lightly traced the keys on her fingertips.

“Probably not even tuned right,” she muttered.

Her right index finger hit middle A and to her surprise, it was the correct pitch. Seeing how those left were the front of house staff, it couldn’t hurt to play a little… right?

Setting her phone down on the lid, she adjusted herself on the bench before hovering her hands on top of the keyboard and locked in the muffler pedal to soften the notes so no one would hear. She steadied her breath and went through her mental catalogue of pieces.

What did she want to play? How was her mood right now?

Her hands started moving on its own, playing a somber melody for the intro before leading to the main one and closed her eyes, her heart feeling in the moment. Of all the bitter times in her life these past few years thanks to her mother, she felt this piece reflected her inner turmoil the best.

Her desperate ache for freedom, her murmured screams at the unfairness of life… Why was she the one paying for the actions of other people? What did she do wrong in her life? She tried her best to be a good person in a society that rewards bad behaviour…

Yet here she was.

The arpeggios of emotion to the swelling crescendos of the melody, she let all of her frustrations out on each note while keeping the delicate balance of grace and ennui. A lone, loud and slow clap roused her from a brief reprieve of reality, making her immediately turn her head to the source like a deer caught in the headlights.

Kokonoi continued to applaud her solo performance with the people she saw with him before; the other two men stared with interest. A foul sense of panic and bile bubbled in the pit of her stomach, making her swallow hard.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Koko remarked with a smirk and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I found my phone here,” she revealed, trying to stay calm. “One of the girls likes playing little pranks with my stuff every now and then.”

“So bullying then?” the pink haired man spoke up. His piercing blue eyes glared down at her behind his beautiful, thick lashes.

“Something like that.” (Y/N) abruptly stood from the piano and grabbed her phone. “Please pardon the intrusion.” She politely bowed and excused herself.

“That song you played…” the short white haired man softly spoke with a deep monotone bass, stopping her in her tracks. “What is it?”

“… “Moonlight Sonata” by Ludwig van Beethoven.”

“I see…”

Bowing once more, she hurriedly made her way out of the VIP room and down the stairs. Her heart was hammering a mile a minute against her breast bone. Feeling herself hyperventilate, she made her way back into the dressing room and closed the door with a soft slam, dragging her back down on the solid frame behind her, trying her best to calm down from that suffocating aura of death.

–

Transparent beads of liquid fell from the sky, staining the windows of Bonten’s headquarters that sat high above Shibuya. Blurred, flickering neon lights below attributed to the visual noise in attracting the masses to Tokyo’s nightlife like a moth to a flame.

“Boss?” Kokonoi called, drawing Manjiro’s onyx gaze from the darkened skyline and back into the obscenely large conference room.

It’d been a few weeks since they last stepped foot in La Reverie. Koko wanted him to see how the business was doing and if the girls were being treated well by his standards. The lithe man walked back to the couch where his admin was sitting.

His thoughts wandered back to the night he met that hostess, playing that deep, haunting melody that shook his very core. What was it about that piece she played gripped him so? His heart remembered bits and pieces of the melody, but he couldn’t piece them together; they were like fragments of misaligned jigsaw puzzles lingering in the dark trying to find their place.

Koko continued on with his reporting: their earnings are steady, which was nothing new and he found a possible new business venture for Bonten to dip into: the entertainment industry. Rumors of yakuza running teen idol groups behind the scenes was nothing new, but with the surge of Korean pop artists making the rounds into the Japanese market, he saw this as an opportunity to get into the good graces of struggling talent agencies and provide them monetary firepower to compete against their overseas rivals.

“As a matter of entertainment for the meeting with StarsLive…” his financial admin trailed off.

“Wanna hear it again…” Manjiro blurted out all of a sudden, drawing Koko’s head up from his paperwork with a questionable look. Bonten’s leader sat down on the dark leather couch and drew his head up to the tall ceiling, lost in his thoughts.

–

Lively chatter and soft music played in the vast room of La Reverie. It was another busy night at the club. (Y/N)’s clientele list steadily grew, several of them enjoying her company for her dependable aura and willingness to listen without judgment. As much as she despised this job of lies, she pitied the people who walked through these doors. They were lonely and had no one to talk to.

In some ways, she saw parts of herself in them; maybe that was why she was good at this job. While her client was in mid-conversation, one of the wait staffs gently tapped her shoulder.

“Kokonoi-san would like to speak with you,” he whispered in her ear. “He’s upstairs in the main VIP suite.”

“I’ll be with him after I finish up here,” she tersely replied. The man bowed and walked away as (Y/N) turned back with an apologetic gaze. “I’m so sorry about that. Please continue on about what your subordinate did with the new account.”

“You’re getting quite popular, Saori-chan,” her client playfully noted with a sad tone and sipped his whiskey on the rocks. “Next thing y’know, you’re gonna forget all ‘bout me.”

“I would never. You’re one of my first clients, Toho-san,” she reassured with a gentle smile. “If I’m to be honest, I rather enjoy talking with you.”

“Is that so?” he belly laughed. “I’m glad an old man like me make for good company for someone young n’ beautiful like you.”

“You’re nearing 45. You’re still young… ish,” she teased playfully with a matching grin.

Just as she finished up, (Y/N) slowly made her way upstairs to Kokonoi. She steadied her breath by placing her hand over her diaphragm, feeling her anxiety rising like the bile churning in her stomach. Was it about what happened yesterday? Gently rapping her knuckle on the door, she announced herself before sliding the heavy oak doors open and closed it. Her breath hitched in her throat the moment she saw a bunch of suited men with matching tattoos adorned on their respective bodies. The air felt heavy with menacing darkness, like heavy chains weighing her down.

“Do you always keep your clients waiting like this?” Kokonoi scolded with a glare.

“I… wasn’t aware you had company,” she finally found her voice and swallowed thickly before entering the den of lions. She bowed deeply. “I apologize for my tardiness. The client I was with—”

“One of your firsts, right?” the financial executive finished her sentence. “N’ you didn’t wanna leave him.”

“Yes.” She remained bowing, not wanting to meet the eyes of any of these predators. “It would not be good manners to abandon those who supported you from the beginning and would reflect poorly on La Reverie’s reputation.”

“She’s a good one,” one remarked and heard the flicker of a lighter go off. “Where’d you find this pedigree, Koko?”

“You can stop bowing now, princess,” another spoke with a silky voice; she recognized it as Ran’s from when he last came with Kokonoi. “And let us get a good look at you.”

Steadying her shaky, clasped hands, she took a shallow breath before standing up straight to face the executives again and rolled her shoulder back. Her hesitant gaze briefly raked across the room before looking down at the dark oak table in front. She could practically feel their eyes drink and disrobe her from her deep purple cocktail dress in their minds just as one wolf whistled.

It was sickening. She wanted to vomit from their perverse leering and immense weight building inside her guts.

“W-Was there something you need from me, Kokonoi-san?” (Y/N) finally choked out with a small stutter, not wanting to stay here another second longer.

“The boss requests your skill sets.”

“Skill sets…?” she asked in confusion. “Surely, Mayumi would be a better fit for—”

“The song you played last time…” The short white haired man cut in and lazily glanced up at her. “I wanna hear it again.”

Song? She took a beat to figure out what he was talking about and remembered.

“O-Oh… If that’s what you wish…”

Lightly bowing, she cautiously made her way to the baby grand piano. Sweeping the small train of her dress to the side of the bench, she opened the lid and steadied her trembling hands before going through her pre-playing ritual. Making sure the muffler pedal was set, (Y/N) took a soft breath and started playing “Moonlight Sonata.”

“Stop,” the man suddenly spoke. “This isn’t it.”

She turned her head, confused. “… Pardon?”

“This isn’t what you played last time,” he repeated with clear irritation growing on his face.

“Please excuse my poor playing,” she bowed apologetically. “I-It’s been a while… since I performed in front of people,” she meekly confessed.

“That ain’t it…” a man with hetero-chromatic eyes said. “He meant you’re not putting your heart into it.”

“Hard to do that when you’re all practically oozing out murderous intent,” she muttered to herself.

“Trust us, sweetheart. If we wanted you dead, you would be already,” the pink haired man said loudly with a chuckle, having heard her and flashed the gun on his holster with a toothy grin.

“Cool it, Sanzu,” Kokonoi interjected and turned back to (Y/N). “Can you try again?”

She was a human being, not a piece of machinery that can play on demand! she angrily thought.

All she wanted to do was keep her head down, do her job, pay the debt off and get the fuck out of Tokyo. And now, here she was, playing musician to entertain the very bane of her existence right now. Were they making a mockery of her?!

She couldn’t take it. This frustration to cater to their whims simply because they felt like it. Her fight or flight senses triggered, feeling her kneecaps begin to shake from the fear of her insides being painted on the walls of this room and no one would bat an eyelash to mourn for her. Her hands moved on their own, the soft tune filling in the room. The familiarity swell of the somber melody resonated inside Sano Manjiro.

Yes. This was it. This was what he felt then. This beautiful auditory declaration of suppression and resentment. Each struck chord with her hands strangled his heart, as if he was trying to find something to make him feel alive again.

And just like that, this fleeting emotion escaped the palm of his hand just as she finished the piece with the soft, muffled minor chord. She looked back up and locked eyes with the head of Bonten for a beat. His deep, charcoal gaze bore deep into hers, as if she was seeing his thoughts before she averted his stare down.

“Was it to your liking, boss?” Koko asked, with the man giving a slight nod. “(Y/N)-chan, you will perform at a Bonten function for us three days from now.”

Just as she was about to speak, the finance admin elaborated as if he read her mind. “The clientele is from the entertainment industry. You will be given a 30 minute window for your performance. The song list will be left to your discretion. A car will come pick you up at 5pm sharp. Wardrobe and makeup will be provided for you. Should you need anything else, call me and I’ll have it arranged.”

“You should be honored, girl. It’s not everyday we pick sluts like you to accompany us to events like these,” Ran sneered with a shit-eating grin.

“Is that how I look like to you?” (Y/N) calmly replied and stood from the piano, doing her best to maintain her dignity. The legs of the bench softly scraped against the lacquered wooden floor. “Contrary to what you think, not all of us sleep with their clientele.”

“Oh, this one’s got a mouth on her.” The tall man stood and towered over her frame upon approaching the small stage where she stood. His large hands roughly gripped her chin, making her look into his cold, violet orbs with quiet defiance. She bit back a yelp in her throat, not wanting to give him the satisfaction in having him hear how much his nails were digging into her flesh.

“Do you always go around with this condescending attitude of yours, whore?” he acidly spat out. “And what’s got you working here, hm? Fucked around too much with hosts? Drank more than your own paycheck’s worth at our bars? Looking for a sugar daddy to pay for that overused pussy?”

“Ran,” Manjiro spoke with a dark, warning tone.

The lanky man leaned in so she was face to face with his half-lidded glare under a calm demeanor. "Dirty little cunts like you just need to keep quiet, look pretty and be used as cocksleeves."

Shooting her another asinine glare, he roughly pushed his hand off her face and walked back to the couch. (Y/N) softly massaged her jawline from the man’s vice grip, gritting her teeth from the sting of his touch, her orbs fighting back crocodile tears. Manjiro's eyes followed his admin's movement as he rejoined his brother's side while adjusting his Alex Streeter double demon signet ring adorned on his right middle finger.

“Any questions?” Koko finally asked.

“What’s my compensation?”

“Always ‘bout the money eh?” the executive chuckled. “I’ll discuss that with the boss. 'Til then, practice when you can.”

—

Three days went by in the blink of an eye. Nerves slowly took over as she found herself keeling over her toilet, heaving bile into it. Anything she tried to keep down came back up moments later.

It was always like this.

In a past life, (Y/FN) was an aspiring pianist who dreamed of conquering all musical genres, from music to jazz to rock. Her instructors and teachers all praised the talent she worked hard on, putting her all into each performance.

All that came to a screeching halt the day she met Kokonoi Hajime.

Abruptly quitting her training lessons, she made herself disappear. Her pride couldn’t stand seeing those who supported her become disappointed with how she was now: a broken adult who only cared about money and survival.

Groaning and panting, she prayed to whichever God would help settle her stomach as her nose whiffed the vile acid in the toilet that came from her mouth. Gingerly lifting herself up with a soft grunt, she turned the faucet on to rinse her face and mouth after flushing, spitting out the remnants of her stomach fluids into the sink. Taking a swig of mouthwash, she gargled to rid her mouth of its rancid aftertaste and spat it out before splashing her face to wash away the cold sweat forming around the crown of her head. Just as she exited the bathroom, her mobile phone came to life with its melodious ringtone, making her audibly groan with exhaustion.

It was from an unknown number.

“H-Hello?” she hoarsely greeted and massaged her throat from the rawness of the acid burning her esophagus.

“This is Kakucho,” the voice spoke from the line. “We’re here to pick you up for the evening.”

“I-I’ll be right down.”

(Y/N) lazily grabbed her belongings before making her way downstairs to see a black, unmarked car. She saw a man with the heterochromatic eyes and scar running across the left side of his face waiting outside, looking up at her at the base of the staircase.

“Are you unwell?” he asked, making note of her pale complexion, dilated pupils and dry lips.

“Performance jitters,” she rasped out after coming down and entered the vehicle without another word.

Kakucho glanced over at (Y/N) every now and then from his phone, making note of her physical status with every turn the car made. She squeezed her eyes close and immediately clasped her mouth with her hand with a smack, feeling the nausea come and go with a muffled retch from her throat. Her light labored breathing could be heard between the pregnant stillness. The scarred man leaned forward and knocked on the privacy glass twice, feeling the car slow. Leaving without a word, she pushed a button to crack the window open for some fresh air. The humidity from outside stained her forehead followed with a cool breeze; the sensation gave her a small reprieve from the aches of her body.

The car door on the opposite end opened five minutes later; Kakucho entered, took out a cold beverage from a plastic bag and handed it to her. She lazily opened her eyes and found a can of seltzer placed in her palm.

“It’ll help with your stomach,” he suggested.

Using what strength she had to pop the tab open, she brought the cool aluminum vessel to her lips and sipped the carbonated liquid, feeling her body’s fluids being replenished. It was the first thing she had all day her body didn’t violently eject. The car started moving again.

“I also got some onigiri for—”

“No. No food,” she hastily answered weakly and pushed the bag away while taking another sip from the can. “It’ll just come back up.” Huffing a light sigh from the seltzer slowly settling her stomach, she spoke again. “Thank you… for the drink.”

Just as she finished it, the vehicle pulled up to the Park Hyatt Hotel’s entrance. The door on her side was opened by the bellhop outside and escorted her out. Kakucho placed a hand in the small of her back, moving her at his pace as they walked past the concierge desk. The color on her skin was slowly coming back. Swiftly entering the elevator, he pressed the button for the highest floor of the building. Feeling her ears pop from the sudden change in elevation, the lift dinged at their destination. Chaperoning (Y/N) out, he reached into his breast pocket and swiped a key card to enter the suite. Through the dark entrance of the room, the two were greeted with a sweeping night time view of the city skyline with glittering diamond-like street lights.

The living room was occupied with the two purple haired men, the pink haired man bent over the table, snorting a line of freshly cut cocaine and Kokonoi tapping away on his laptop.

“Took you long enough,” the purple shoulder length haired man sneered with his usual glare. “You two fucking?”

Her escort frowned with distaste at the choice of his constituent’s words.

“I got carsick,” she tersely fibbed, unconsciously holding her stomach.

“Guest room’s that way. Everything you need will be in there,” Kokonoi pointed to her.

Curtly thanking the scarred man, she made her way into the spare room and saw a wardrobe and hair and makeup artist already on standby. The two greeted her and settled her into the seat in front of the vanity. She wasn’t used to being waited on hand and foot like this since she did everything herself at the club. The small talk they made with her helped curb her anxiety and even made her chuckle with some of their stories.

Just as they wrapped up, the artists wished her good luck with the performance and made their way out of the suite. (Y/N) closed her eyes and placed her hands on her diaphragm, steadying her breath. Doubts started running through her mind.

What if she messed up? What if the performance was just a ruse to get her to do other despicable things? Just as her mind was racing, a soft knock on the door drew her back to reality.

Kokonoi peeked in and froze. His black eyes drank her in like the finest wine he’s ever tasted. Her hair was done up halfway with soft curls framing her slender neck; wardrobe decided on the draped silver fil coupe corseted dress from Vivienne Westwood paired with the Vince Camuto strappy black heels. Her makeup was light with a pop of soft red painted on her lips, compared to the harsh black eyeliner and gaudy fake lashes she always wore while working. The help he hired did a great job enhancing her natural beauty.

“You look… ravishing.”

(Y/N) stayed quiet and looked out the window, taking in the nightscape. The silver haired man approached her and softly ran his fingertip lightly across her shoulders. He then leaned into her ear as if they were lovers whispering naughty things to each other.

“Kakucho told me you were sick before,” he said with a tone of concern.

“I’m fine,” she stiffly replied and swallowed hard as Kokonoi continued with his feather-light touches on her exposed arms, wishing he would stop. “Stomach always gets like this before a performance.”

“When was the last time you performed?” His lips ghosted on the nape of her neck, inhaling the faint traces of perfume on her skin. He had always flirted with her only with words; this was the first time he was this forward with his carnal desires. She clenched her teeth in discomfort at the contact.

“… Four years ago.”

His hand landed on her wrist and languidly massaged the underside of her forearm with his index and middle finger as if he was giving a preview of what else he could do with his digits.

“Think you’ll be okay?”

She turned to him with an annoyed expression. “You’re asking me this now? After you practically cornered me to do this?”

Kokonoi held his hands up in a neutral manner.

“Fair,” he admitted. “Even if you mess up tonight, you’d still be pretty to look at, so it’s a win-win for us either way.”

(Y/N) shot him a venomous glare for that statement and was reminded women like her were just objects for these bastards to ogle, fondle and fuck. They were disposable pieces of meat like everything else in their empty lives.

“Let’s get this over with.”

Making her way out of the guest room, she stood in the hallway to collect herself. Steadying her breath, she put one foot in front of the other and made her way to the living room. Even without announcing her presence, the entire room’s attention trained on her. She politely bowed and bid everyone a good evening with a demure facade, introducing herself with her hostess name. If there’s one thing she learned about a crowd of men who think with their egos and the head between their legs, it’s that they love seeing anyone weaker than them present themselves as such.

“So you’re the entertainment tonight eh,” one of the music producers commented, eyeing her up and down salaciously. Kokonoi introduced him as Mizunori Daisuke.

“I’ll be performing some songs for you all tonight. I do hope you enjoy the selections.”

Making her way to the grand piano, (Y/N) situated herself on the bench. As much as she hated doing this, she had to suck it up and get through this; she hoped it didn’t show in her playing.

She started her set off with her rendition of Debussy’s “Clair de Lune” to set the mood. Her hands glided across the keys like a skater on ice, her nimble fingers lightly grazing each key with grace and precision. For a brief moment, every Bonten admin was entranced by her presence as she boasted her elegant and silent allure. After playing one more classical piece, her audience applauded as she made a transition into some jazz songs. She mashed up “Summertime” and “Blue Monk” together.

Changing things up, she played the intro to “Lullaby of Birdland” and started singing to the audience’s surprise. Her voice was soft and husky compared to her usual one, still feeling the burn in her throat from anxiety vomiting. As she struck the last note, she was greeted with cheers in the intimate space.

“For the last song,” she spoke softly. “I would like our esteemed guests to pick it.”

“Interesting…” Mizunori marveled her power move. “Did you run out of songs to play?”

“I like getting my listeners involved with the selection of music,” she explained with a thin smile. “Keeps everyone engaged like a conversation.”

“Kokonoi-san, are all the girls at your clubs this accommodating?” Bonten’s client complimented.

“We like to cater to a wide array of our clients,” the silver haired man easily replied.

The producer ended up requesting the classic “Plastic Love” by Mariya Takeuchi. While a popular song, (Y/N) felt he was testing her and wanted to see what she was truly capable of. In short, he was playing to her ego. Catching onto his game, the right corner of her lip quirked up ever so slightly and decided to tease him a little. Starting off with the song’s standard melody to catch him off guard, his eyes began drooping from boredom before she hit him with her improvisation at the hook into the second verse. She knew which parts to keep simple and which to embellish a little just to keep the guests engaged enough.

The song ended with a soft chord, followed with loud clapping from Bonten’s guests. She gracefully stood and bowed, wishing them a good evening and hoped they enjoyed her performance. Just as she made her way back to the guest room to change and leave, she felt a set of hands wrap around her waist, lightly jolting her shoulders.

“Stay,” a deep voice spoke in her right ear. She glanced over to see the long haired purple man hovering over her frame. “It’ll keep the producers talking and distracted.”

“… I didn’t get your name.”

“Haitani Rindou.”

“Ah…” she put two and two together. “You’re ‘Rin-Rin.’ Eko and Yumi talk about you non-stop.”

“I swear…” the man huffed an exhausted sigh. “I’m ghosting those two girls.”

“That’s not nice,” she tutted with a small smirk playing on her lips and crossed her arms. “Tell them directly if you’re not interested. They’re quite strong-willed and I know this first hand.”

“I only texted them ‘cus my brother didn’t wanna deal with ‘em,” he explained. “Now I can’t get ‘em off my dick.”

“Not my concern,” (Y/N) curtly responded and made her way back to the living room area. The younger Haitani called her.

“The songs you played before…” Rindou continued. “They were good.”

She lightly bowed her head as a way to thank the younger Haitani for his compliment. As the meeting went on, (Y/N) switched her brain to hostess mode and listened intently to Kokonoi’s clients drawl on about their up and coming idol group to rival AKB48 and TWICE as a sales pitch for Bonten to fund their promotional assets, recording and costumes. The Haitanis sat idly, bored out of their minds. Akashi left an hour prior with Mochizuki, claiming he had another meeting to get to. Mikey and Sanzu remained quiet, the latter standing behind the couch like a bodyguard with dilated pupils; he looked like he was still riding out his cocaine high. Kakucho stood behind (Y/N), noticing how uncomfortable she became as Mizunori snaked his arm behind to grope her butt.

She abruptly stood and flashed a polite smile to the group when her movement caught their attention.

“Please excuse me for a moment. I’m in need of some fresh air.”

“Kakucho,” the head of Bonten called. “Go with her.”

With a light bow of his head, the scarred man accompanied her out of the suite and took the elevator up to the rooftop. Walking alongside the indoor pool, the two made their way out to the patio, feeling the gust of wind blow in their face the moment the door slid open. (Y/N) took a deep inhale and closed her eyes before leaning on the awning. Slowly opening her eyes, she took in the silver glow of Tokyo’s skyline high above Nishi-shinjuku. His dual-colored eyes observed the curves and dips of her side to back profile, her skin illuminated by the cool glowing lights of the city as strands of her locks were caught in the wind from being so high up.

“You can go back if you want, Kakucho-san,” she spoke. “I’m not gonna do something crazy like jump from here.”

“I need a break from those assholes,” he confessed. “Especially from those producers.”

Observing her body language, he immediately saw her shoulders tense up the moment he mentioned them and hugged herself. Taking his suit jacket off, he draped it over her frame and stood beside her.

“You must be cold wearing only that.”

Quietly accepting his gesture, she adjusted the oversized blazer for her shoulder to snuggle into and felt the warmth of the material from his body heat.

“So why a hostess?” the scarred man suddenly asked. His dual coloured eyes scanned the scenery.

“What do you mean?”

“You clearly have the talent to be a professional musician. So why are you here?”

“A series of unfortunate events,” she vaguely answered with a bitter smile.

“I heard from Koko…”

“I take it you all know then?” (Y/N) sharply inquired and scoffed.

“Mikey asked him to look into your background,” Kakucho explained.

“Mikey?”

“The head of Bonten, Sano Manjiro. The one who asked me to accompany you,” he clarified. “Mikey is… a nickname. He wanted to see whether or not you were trustworthy for tonight.”

“You mean to say whether or not Bonten has a hook on me in the event I decide to try to pull a fast one.” She glanced up at her companion. The scarred man’s adam’s apple bobbed up and down when he swallowed before looking away with a hint of regret. “Am I wrong?”

“If it’s worth anything, you seem like a level-headed person to me.”

She let out a light breath from her nose and turned her attention back to the view.

“So, Kakucho-san. If I may ask…” she paused for a beat and tilted her head up to him with mild interest. “What brought you into the criminal underworld then?”

“A series of unfortunate events,” he parroted her answer with a small smirk. She huffed a small chuckle. “You finally smiled.”

“Not much to smile about in that suite, between you and me.”

Her stomach immediately growled loudly, making her put her hand over it with embarrassment. That’s right: she’s been on an empty stomach all day because of her anxiety puking.

“Wanna grab a bite?” the man asked.

“I could go for a giant platter of curry rice right now.”

“You’re in one of the most expensive hotels in Tokyo with world-class cuisine at your fingertips and you want… curry rice?” Kakucho stated in disbelief.

“Do I look like a girl who splurges or care about fancy dining?” she shot back with disinterest. “Besides, it’s all poop in the end no matter what we eat.”

“You don’t have to say it like that,” he grimaced with disdain at the sudden imagery.

“I’m not wrong though.”

Before he could respond, his mobile phone buzzed in his trouser pocket. He took it out and saw a message from Koko.

“We should head back,” he said with his eyes not leaving the screen.

“I guess ‘no’ isn’t an answer that’s accepted here.”

Making their way back to the suite without incident, the group slowly wrapped up their transaction and the producers said they’d be in touch with Kokonoi. As they made their way out, Mizunori wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s waist and pulled her close to him, much to her discomfort.

“So, Saori-chan. What are you doing after this?” he asked with his eyes leering down her cleavage unapologetically.

Before she could make an excuse, she felt her body being yanked the opposite direction and turned to see Kokonoi to her left; she felt his arms firmly draped around her shoulder.

“Actually, I have some personal business to discuss with her,” he interjected with a slight glare, heavily emphasizing the word ‘personal.’ “Perhaps another time.”

“Another time it is, then,” the producer stiffly replied with a forced smile before leaning into her ear. “We’ll be seeing each other real soon, lovely.”

The moment the suite door slammed shut, (Y/N) pushed herself off and violently wiped her right ear with an audible shudder.

“God damn gross ass, hairy ass, lecherous walrus,” she uttered out. “If I had something on me, I would’ve stabbed his face.”

“Such vulgar language for a girl,” Rindou lightly teased.

“Should’ve said something sooner,” Ran perked up with a lazy grin. “I had a knife on me.”

“If you didn’t stab him, I would’ve,” his baby brother chimed in and pinched his nose bridge. “God, this dragged on a lot longer than it needed to.”

“Are we done here?” she turned to the long platinum haired man and asked with a quick shrug of her shoulders. “Or would you like to ogle me like a piece of meat a bit more?”

“You’re actually hotter when you’re not talking,” Ran commented.

“Too bad the same can’t be said about you,” she snapped irritably just as her stomach let out another audible growl, making her grimace and squeezed her eyes close in mortification at her body betraying her.

“Someone’s hangry,” the older Haitani sibling called in a teasing sing-songy tone. “Let’s get room service!”

Kokonoi grabbed the menu from the coffee table and scanned the list. While the majority of the group ordered the steak, (Y/N) ordered the nabeyaki udon, beef curry and their signature cheesecake; she needed comfort food right now and could care less about the company. A soft knock at the door 30 minutes later and sustenance was delivered right at their door. While the Haitanis and Sanzu were fighting over which steak serving was the bigger one, Kokonoi handed her a flute glass with champagne in it.

“To celebrate your performance.” He clinked the mouth of his glass with hers.

“Think they were more interested in seeing me naked than hear me play,” she noted and took a small sip before setting the glass down on the table.

“Possible. But for what it’s worth…” The platinum haired man sat next to her on the couch. “I watched you the entire time. And you did very well. You didn’t throw up.”

Rolling her eyes at him, she reached for her food and tucked in. For someone of her stature, the admins were amazed at how much she was able to eat.

“You’d be the same after being unable to eat for over 26 hours without having it come back up,” she pointed out before taking another big bite of her beef curry.

“I would’ve given you somethin’ for that if you asked,” Sanzu spoke up before scarfing down a piece of his steak.

“No offense, but I prefer to be lucid.”

“Your loss, angel,” the scarred pink haired man said with his mouth full. “Think it’d enhance your playing.”

“What did you think, boss?” Kokonoi asked before sipping his red wine.

“It was fine,” he flatly replied and took a small bite of his food, not making eye contact with anyone. “The clients seemed satisfied, so that’s good enough for me.”

As they wrapped up their late dinner, (Y/N) grabbed her things to change and get ready leave; she was suddenly stopped by the finance admin with a gentle hand wrapped around her wrist in the hallway.

“The boss requests your company tonight,” he leaned in and spoke in her ear.

She blinked stupidly.

“So I could’ve sworn you just said I’m staying the night.”

“I did.”

“This wasn’t the agreement,” she argued with a hushed voice.

“Well, we’re making a slight change to that, okay?” Kokonoi hastily replied with a tone of annoyance. “He wants to speak with you in private.”

“What’s he gotta say he can’t in front of his inner circle?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

He huffed a light sigh through his nose and traced his finger on the curve of her neck, making her flinch back and clasp the area with her hand with a defensive look.

“Shame… I wanted to take you out around Roppongi and show you off.”

“Oh, what a tragedy,” she deadpanned and crossed her arms over her chest before leaning on the door frame to the guest bedroom.

Watching the remaining admins leave the suite, she hesitantly walked back out into the living room area to see Sano Manjiro sitting on the couch alone, looking out of sorts. (Y/N) sat down a few seats from him and tensely clasped her hands together.

What did the head of Bonten want with her?

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