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mellisonant - (adj) pleasant to the ear ————— | kento nanami |

Synopsis: he loves to take care of you, and loves to grant every wish you have, so when you ask to take him to a country club? How could he say no?

warnings: smut. 18+. semi-public sex. black-coded reader. possessiveness. praise kink. degradation. sir kink. kento is in his late thirties and early fourties. reader is in her late twenties.

ac: this the second time I’m posting this cause it flopped last time 😔. Hopefully y’all like it this time. I’m uploading Tokyo style after this one!

word count: 6.1k

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Kento doesn’t really remember how the two of you met, he recalls a restaurant, someone spilling something on someone, and the rest was history. At first, it started with small things, jewelry, packages sent to your address, and what-not. He loved it when you would wear them at your “meet-ups”, from the single charm ones to those of more refined taste, laid with jaded emeralds or ethereal sapphires. He would pay for your hair and nails, in exchange for choosing it every time of course, but he never left you high and dry with something you’d hate. You were a part of his life that he adores, despite his very… dreary life as a CEO.

So when he had seen you come to him, crying about how your apartment was ruined, and all the gifts he had given you were gone or destroyed. All of your important things were torn up by a robber breaking in, he had no problem with immediately relocating you, having no thought about not paying for everything. He wanted to move you into your own house, but you compromised from a penthouse. Since then, your life has been nothing but luxury and high life, to the point when you even quit your job. The money he gave you was well enough to sustain you.

“Kento!”

He turned around, seeing you walk down the penthouse stairs, seeing your bright smile along with your outfit. It was a vintage floral bustier blouse, paired with a long silk skirt and clear open-toed heels that showed off your new pedicure, provided by him truly. Your hair was up, having long wavy braids in a high ponytail tied with a ribbon that matched the color of your skirt as well. You were smiling wide, reaching out your hands to wrap in a close hug. His hands slid down your waist while yours went up to his back, pulling each other in. He took in a deep breath, taking in the sweet scent of your perfume. He pulled you away slightly, to be able to look into your eyes before pulling you into a deep kiss. Moaning slightly, his braids hands slid down your waist, easily cupping your behind and giving it a squeeze.

“Kento, fuck, we’re gonna be late, fuck,” you let out breathily, despite your body grinding on him.

He just chuckled, before letting your body go, but moving his hand towards yours. He held it, pulling you back into his body, face right near your cheek. You smiled, giggling as he left kisses along your cheek, slowly trailing them towards your neck/. He could feel wanting to pull away, so he let go, reluctantly he may add. He kept his hands on you somehow, resting them on your waist, still dangerously close to your pelvis.

“Kento I know you missed me, but I really want to go to this,” your voice had a whiny edge to it, but you still had a wide smile on your face.

“Let’s go then,” he whispered against your ear, before leading and guiding you out of the penthouse.

The two of you walked to the private elevator, going down to the private parking lot. Kento opened the passenger side of his luxury car, giving you a soft smile. The ride was smooth, he delved into the boring details about his recent business trip. Well, you didn’t think it was boring, it was as boring as what you would do (which is basically nothing.) He would soon drive on a private path, surrounded by trees and sunlight before revealing a wide vast land. At the end of the road, was the country club. A huge building, as if it was pulled out of Italy’s finest.

Imported palm trees from Peru, and the building looked exactly as you saw it on the website. Your eyes shined as you looked onto the building as it got closer and closer, bigger and bigger. You smiled over at Kento who was face forward, pulling up to the valet right outside of the steps to the building. There was a man, wearing a red vest that had a cursive label indicating "valet", giving a customer service smile as Kento pulled up. He parked, and unlocked the door, allowing the man to open your door for you. You smiled at him, taking his hand and thanking him. You waited as Kento handed him his keys, and was given a valet tag. Kento then took you in his arms, one hand around your waist while he tucked in his pocket as you both walked up the cobblestone stairs into the lavish building. The inside was quite different from the outside, with much more obvious renovations, giving it a more modern look. The two of you walked towards the reception area, where the lady looked up from her computer and immediately smiled in your direction.

“Mr. Nanami, it has been a while. Will you be joining Mr. Gojo for his tennis matches?”

Stifling a giggle, you turned away as Kento’s face twisted with contempt. A bit of a funny sight to you. You heard of “Gojo” before but had never seen him. All you know is that Nanami trusts him as a business partner but hates his personality so much.

“Are those today?” He asked the lady, pulling out some kind of card and giving it to her.

She nodded her head, taking the card and scanning it, “yes, both he and Mr. Geto are currently enjoying our facilities as well. I’m sure they’d love the extra company.”

“No, I don’t think I will, is there space in the greenhouse? We want to be able to enjoy the flora today,” he tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you closer.

The lady giggled a bit, before nodding her head, “there is always room for you sir.”

You opted to ignore the added saccharine to her tone, too invested in the scenery around you. You kept your long gazes to a minimum, not wanting to seem like a child clinging onto Kento. He simply thanked the receptionist one more time before pulling you to the right, taking you down one of the many hallways connecting all throughout the recitation hall. The hall was lowly lit, the beige walls decorated with different paintings, each having its own spotlight on them. One of the paintings was labeled to be a self-portrait. The woman was staring straight out at the painting, her deep brown eyes holding a multitude of emotions. Her hair was a fluffy brown, going with her deep olive-brown skin. It was long, going past her collarbone and into the loose wrappings of the dress she was wearing. SHe had a thin veil laid loosely on her head, most of her hair hiding it, and her face held a slight smile upon her plump lips.

Kento noticed your vested interest in the painting, making a small mental note before tugging on your hand.

“Come on, let’s go.”

You nodded, allowing him to continue to lead you towards the greenhouse area. You could see the light seeping through a glass door, and you could see bits and pieces of the scenery. Closer and closer you got, and soon enough Kento pushed open the door, revealing the beautiful scenery. The entire area was made of glass, allowing the sun to provide its natural light to illuminate everywhere. All over on the walls were different vines and flora, plants and trees all around, giving it a verdure look. The air smelled of lightly breezed jasmine and amber. You gaped at the area, looking all around it. Kento looked over at you, relishing in the spaced-out look in your eyes. He never misses out on that, which is why he loves to take you to places, and show you new things you never even dreamed of looking at.

“Table for two?” You heard a waitress call out, breaking you out of your slight trance.

“Yes please, and a table near the glass walls if you could, please?” Kento answered for the two of you.

You gave him a glossy smile, while the waitress simply nodded, grabbing two menus before leading the two of you towards a seat. As you walked, you took in the scenery more, loving it more and more. She gestured towards a table with a perfect view of the outside gardens, along with the scenery of the greenhouse all around. He pulled out your chair, much like the gentleman he is, gesturing for you to sit down. You thanked him, sitting down with a wide smile. Once he was seated, the two of you opened the menu, slightly discussing what was on the menu. A waitress comes by and takes your order, you get a cajun shrimp alfredo while Kento gets a well-done steak with some sides. He also orders a bottle of expensive white wine, with water of course.

“White wine…? What’s the occasion?” You gave him a smile as you handed the waitress the menus, placing your arms on your table, leaning forwards, and resting your chest upon them.

Kento just gave you a slight smirk, leaning forwards as well, “can’t I just want to celebrate being back in your presence after so long?”

You laughed a bit at that, “you were only away for two weeks.”

“And you’re telling me you didn't miss me during that time, those late-night phone calls say different things.”

If you could blush, you’d be beet red but you could still feel the heat of the moment burn through your cheeks, looking away coyly. The waitress interrupted the moment the two of you had, brought over the white wine Kento ordered, and placed the waters each in front of you. You thanked her, and watched Kento as he poured the both of you a glass. He handed it to you, and together you gave gaslight toast, before taking sips of it. The conversation between the two of you was light, easy-going as it usually is, finding yourself in easy territory. The food arrived thirty minutes into the conversation, the conversation soon ceasing to allow the two of you to eat in peace. Kento didn’t like when people ate while speaking so it was constantly quiet between you during this time.

You enjoyed the hum of the people conversing all around you, all different people from different high-paying careers all within one place. The food in front of you was amazing, enjoyed the nicely-seasoned shrimp, which left a kick in your throat. You cooled it down with a sip of your wine, before turning your focus towards Kento. His sleeves were rolled up, as he cut into his steak, eating it piece by piece. Your eyes followed the piece of meat between the sprung of his fork, him placing it in his mouth and chewing away at it. You couldn’t keep your eyes off his tongue that came out, wiping away the juices that dribbled on his lips. Squirming in your seat, and crossing your legs caused Kento to look up at you, noticing your behavior. He just smirked, gave you a look, and was about to go back to his food when suddenly,

“NANAMIN!!”

The two of you jumped simultaneously, turning towards the sudden call of Kento’s last name. You could hear Kento curse under his breath as a man, sweaty and wearing a white collared shirt and shirt while holding a tennis racket. He had white spiky hair and had a sweatband holding it up, with black shades hovering under his eyes. He had a huge smile on his face as he approached your table. You looked over at Kento who had just placed his hands on his temples, rubbing away at them. You held back your giggles at his expression, as the man stopped right in front of your table, hovering over the blonde man.

“Aww, look at you overcome with joy at seeing me that you can’t even speak!!”

You couldn't hold back your laughter as you threw your head back at the man using his hips to nudge Kento, who was easily gaining a migraine with every noise.

“Gojo… what are you doing here…? Wait, that’s a stupid question, how did you know I was here?”

The man simply just smirked down at Nanami, before telling how the receptionist off-handily mentioned it, before shutting up and realizing her mistake but of course but it was too late. So immediately, he made his way over here to come and bother him of course. You just sat back, enjoying the banter between the two men. Before something caught your eyes. Standing a couple of feet away from him, was a woman, also dressed up in a white-collar shirt and skirt, holding her own tennis racket as well. Her deep tan skin had freckles along her body and face, and her red bushy hair was held up in a high ponytail, with a visor on top of her. A necklace dangled from her neck, gold with the initials S.G on them. She must have noticed eyes on her because she looked towards you. You flinched a bit from the sudden eye contact but still, gave her a slight smile, and a wave. She blinked at this, but waved back, giving you a small smile as well.

“Anyways, why didn't you join me for tennis, you know I would have enjoyed your company!”

Kento simply rolled his eyes, “I’d rather not join you for your or Geto’s games. I have better things to do.”

Gojo didn't let that deter him, looking away from Kento for a moment, and looking at his table which in turn made him look at you for what seemed to be his first time. He looked down at the table before looking back towards you, before giving you a smirk.

“Oh, better things to do indeed.”

Kento groaned a bit at his teasing words, making Gojoj laugh aloud, slapping him on the back with each loud chuckle. At this point, the entire room was looking over at you subtly, and you knew their conversations had shifted towards what was happening at the table. You looked back at Kento, reaching over to the table and placing your hand over his. He looked up at you, as you gave him a cautious smile.

Gojo must have caught the looks between the two of you. Chase stood up straight, grabbing his tennis racket on the way up.

“I’ll leave you to it, Nanamin, have fun.”

With that, he left, the woman joining him right away. Gojo wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. You turned your head, simply ignoring the way his hands slipped into her skirt as the two of them walked out of the greenhouse. You stared at Kento, waiting for him to say something.

“Sometimes I wish I never met that man,” he sighed, pulling himself back into his seat.

“He’s just… eccentric, he seems nice enough,” you smiled at him, placing your fork down on your now empty plate.

“Nice way of saying pain in my ass.”

Kento took some time to finish his food, before placing his fork down and waving down your waitress who immediately took your plates, placing them on a cart before pulling out sleek smaller menus. Your eyes lit up, seeing the menu placed in front of the both of you. You saw all kinds of different treats you wanted, from sticky cinnamon rolls to squishy sponge cakes, it was all so good. Kento’s own countenance brightened at the sight of yours.

“Would you like to see the desserts today?”

You looked over at Kento, “can I get it to go, I don’t think I can take another bit.”

He smiled at you, before nodding his head, your eyes lightened up at his assurance, before using your manicured finger to guide your eyes as to what caught your eyes the most.

“Can I get a slice of black cherry cake, the red velvet mini cakes, and the pull-apart cinnamon rolls to go please?”

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You giggled, walking along the cobblestone paths through the huge private gardens and forest. Holding your box of deserts close to you, the light breeze blew into the trees, cooling you down slightly from the heat. Kento trailed behind you slightly, smiling at the way you enjoyed the environment. Turning around, you looked at Kento who was looking at you. You gave him a smile, before turning back to your surroundings. The grove of Sakura trees lined the main pathway, leaving breaks for the smaller pathways that lead deeper into the club’s forests. The sun peeked through above the branches, often trees, shining through the baby pink leaves. There were some leaves on the ground, not as much as one would expect. According to Kento, they get cleaned up every three hours, to provide a “clean” experience. Gojo’s words, not his, Kento said. The air smelled slightly sweet, mostly due to the cherry blossom trees you were just ogling at.

“Baby,” you hear Kento call out to you, causing you to turn towards him.

He stopped near the entrance of another trail, one hand in his pocket. The other was out, two fingers slowly gesturing for you to come close to him, which you immediately followed. You held your box of sweets close as you stepped right in front of him, bending your neck back to look into his deep brown eyes. For a moment, the two of you were silent a bit, the language of the winds and nature speaking in between you. Soon after that, you could feel his free hand up and cup the side of your face, caressing and holding it gently.

“Kento?” You whispered against his hand, ever so gently, nuzzling into it.

You could feel his thumb move over your lips, pulling down the bottom one ever so slightly, revealing some of your bottom teeth. He didn't mind the lip gloss staining his finger, ignoring the shining spot as he moved his hand from your face to your hands. He slowly took the box from your hands, holding it in one hand before taking your other, leading down the smaller private path. The sun slowly hid behind the sun of the much taller, thicker trees. The area became darker and darker as the two of you went further and further into the miniature forest.

“Kento,” you couldn't hold back your giggles, “where are we going?”

All you got was a look and a smile that showed rays of that hidden mischievousness he would show ever so often. He continued leading you down until you got to a clear patch, the tree lined so rays of sunlight would peak out perfect for you to be able to see the wooden bench someone had clearly put there. Your smile beamed as he led you to the bench, placing your box down before sitting down and pulling you down right into his lap.

You laughed at the feeling of his breath near your neck, the feeling tickling you as you could feel his hands caressing your lower back, rubbing circles into it. Your hands slid up his body, feeling his muscles underneath his shirt, before wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling his head towards your own. You licked your lips, the taste of your strawberry lip gloss tainting your lips before feeling Kento's own lips encapture your own. The kiss quickly became ravenous, much like he was right before you left for the country club. You could hold back the moan that fell from your lips, Kento’s hands went from your lower back to your thighs, hands digging under your skirt and slowly lifting the silk garment up. His fingers thumbed at the thong you were wearing, lifting it up ever-so-slightly before letting it go, snapping against your skin.

You gasped into the kiss, letting go and hissing in pleasure at the twitch of pain. He smirked, lifting his hands up to rest them right on your plump bottom.

“Kento,” you let out a breathy moan, “K-kento, fuck we're in public, we shouldn’t do this here.”

You could feel his wet lips lay kisses align your neck, the toe-curling feeling making you squirm within his hold.

“Mmm, you telling me you don’t like the way you're feeling? Because I can stop right now.”

You could feel his movements slowing down and before you knew it, your hands flew up to his shoulders, your sharp nails gripping his shoulders. Your hips moved, grinding again this hard-on threatening to break his zipper and button. Kento smirked against your necks, before continuing his ministrations against you, having a good grip on your ass.

“Kento,” you dragged out his name, whining, hoping, and begging he would stop teasing you.

You could hear him chuckle against you, relishing in the way you squirmed against him. Your skirt was bunched around your waist, ass shown to the depths of nature. You could feel your braids grazing against your bare skin, the chirping of the birds in the distance, the silver ray of sun hitting your skin just right. Everything around you was heightened as you took in Kento’s actions. Your pussy was drenched at this point, leaving stains upon his dark pants. Kento groaned against your body, his dick twitching against its confines. Your hands moved back down, fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, only getting a couple off revealing part of his toned chest.

“Kent--, sir, oh sir,” you moaned out loud as you could feel his hand move from your bottom to your wet cunt.

His fingers skilly fully moved past the string covering your entrance, one of his thick, long fingers entered inside you while another rubbed away at your clit. You gasped at the euphoric feel, head thrown back and keening at the rush flowing through veins from your lower abdomen. His pace quickened, and your pussy only dropped even more, possibly coating his hands at this point. Despite all your writhing, Kento had a good grip on you, with one hand only. That realization only made your body willing and long for him more. Yout out a scream, legs twisting in anticipation as you could feel your first climax building up, so quick like a hasty bomb ready to explode.

“Sir, I’m gonna cum, “ you let out a high pitched scream, and before you knew it, clear liquid came out, making a mess all over your thighs and Nanami’s shirt and clothes.

You let out deep heavy breaths, spit and drool dripping down your lips and against your chin. You were a mess, eyes dripping tears, slightly dark from the mascara and eyeliner you wore today. Kento relished in the way you looked, good despite all appearances, and how much he loved to see you smile, he loved to see you cry and beg for him more. To know that he has you crying out for him, to forget all morals that you had for yourself. To let him break you down each time you fucked him, or rather he fucked you. Suddenly tasting pennies, Nanami glanced down to find his lip broken open from him biting his lips too hard. Look at him, it seems he got a bit carried away.

Your sobs had quieted down a little, but he could still hear you as you spoke, whined really, begging for “sir to fuck you.” His debauched little slut, oh how he wished he could spend time forever floating with nothing but the two of you. That, however, requires a deeper conversation that both of you are willing to avoid, so rather he’ll take what he can get, or rather what you can give him until the both of you are ready.

Kento moved the thin strap to the side once again, before whispering to your ear, “pull my cock out sweetie.”

His sudden command shook you out of your trance, but immediately you nodded your head. Your hands flew down to his pants, fumbling and hitting the button cause it was slightly slippery with your juices, but you got it off and you unzipped his pants. Only pulling down his boxers slightly, you gasped slightly as his dick basically flew out, making you jump slightly in his lap. The usually punk tip was an angry red, and it was slick with pre-cum, it was thick and throbbing in your hands. With every movement you made, you could feel him move, hear him hiss slightly, and groan. Slowly you moved your hands up and down, the pad of your thumb pressing against the very tip of his cock.

“Fuck, Princess stop teasing me,” you smirked slightly as he groaned out, before gasping at the sudden smack he left on your bottom.

Slowly, he held you underneath your bottom, lifting you up before placing you right over his cock. Slowly, you could feel pressure, choking on your spit as he slowly entered inside of you. You could feel your excitement tingling underneath your skin. The stretch felt so good, the pain making you yelp as you went lower and lower against him. Sweat dripped down your back, the same for Kento’s face and chest as you held him by the back of his head. His hands held a tight grip on your ass, as you gasped, the full feeling slowly etched itself into your veins. The smell of his musky cologne, the hint of vanilla, and the strong smoky smell of cardamom. You couldn’t help but clench around his length, pulling yourself close to him as he grunted. He was breathing heavily underneath you as he took in your wetness, placing a kiss along the side of your head, right near your ears.

“So big,” you are your head back in complete ecstasy, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

All of this immense pleasure had you forgetting you were even outside, you were lucky that Kento even took you someplace with a bit more privacy, but honestly, at this moment, you could not give a damn.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you stuttered out curses as you slowly lift your hips, your body still getting used to his size.

Kento took your slow pace, allowing you to take control as best as you could. With every movement, you could feel him twitch and move within you. You could feel your wetness dripping all over him, allowing you to move more and more rapidly. Kento’s head was spinning, moving his arms up and down to help stabilize you as you rode him faster and faster. Your moans and screams echoed throughout the forest, and underneath he knew no one would come and disturb you. Your fingers weaved themselves with his short blonde hair, messing up the slicked-back style he had this morning. One of Kento’s hands moved from where he placed them, to the back of your neck, pulling your head even closer before swallowing your lips into a rough kiss, almost bruising your lips. Kento leg’s spread, making your own spread as well. He stabilized his feet, and before you knew it, he had started thrusting his hips into you, outpacing your now-medium one.

“Oh fuck!” The sudden change of pace had you muffling your screams into his mouth, legs trembling and shaking.

“God,” Kento grunted in your ear, “I can't get enough of you.” He whispered in your ear, as he let go of your lips, swollen from the harsh and intense kiss.

“So full,” you babbled, “fuck you make me feel so full, sir,” you spewed out curses as Kento behind huff and puffing.

“Hmm, I do, huh?” His teasing voices caused an almost visceral reaction within you, your body involuntary thrashing within his hold.

“Yes sir,” you keened in his hold once again, feeling a pool of heat and pressure build-up within yourself.

“All out in the open, all for me right?” His teasing tone took on a more slightly possessive one as he continued to ramble on, a signal that he was soon reaching his climax.

You could only hum out confirmations, too tongued at this point to even speak. He continued to speak in your ear, getting more and more talkative by the second. You couldn't concentrate on his words, anymore, your ears filling with cotton with every second.

“So sweet and all for me, right. No one can fuck you like I can, isn't that right.”

You couldn't even respond to him, your moans going higher and higher in octaves as your hands moved from his hands to his shoulders, gripping onto him tightly as you dug your face into the base of his neck. A sudden smack to your ass jolted you out of your trance.

“Fucking answer me.”

You squealed, “M’sorry sir!”

He smirked at that, that final “sir” sending him over the edge, and it seemed you had reached that same peak. With a few more hasty and uneven thrusts, he came right inside of you, with no intentions of ever pulling out of you, that’s what he put you on birth control for right. At the same time, you let out a final squeal, your nails dragging themselves into his shirt to the point where they tore through, allowing them to leave a few things all scratched on his skin. He hissed slightly at the pain, however it didn't deter him as you planted your lips on his once again. This time the kiss was softer and sweeter, allowing the two of you to ride out your sudden climaxes. Slowly he released his hold on you, allowing you to move around him just a bit, your joints cracking a bit.

He let you release the kick, sitting up a bit as you moved around, grimacing at the wet sounds. Your bustier top had fallen due to the pressure, hand moving to your breast to push the top back up. He placed a kiss on your temple, before helping you up and off of him. You squealed at the sudden empty feeling, a mixture of both you and his cum dripping down the sides of your thighs.

“I’m gonna get all sticky,” you whined, looking down at the juices slowly sliding down your skin.

You moved your skirt back to its original position, but you knew that wouldn’t help the situation any better. Kento chuckled slightly at your situation, pulling his boxers back over himself before zipping and buttoning up his pants. Once situated, he stood up straight just as you were pulling down your skirt which was wrinkled to the extreme. You couldn't see yourself but you knew that your makeup was ruined. Kento could feel a cool breeze enter through the rips you made into his shirt as he approached you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, slightly grinding himself on you.

“Don’t rile me up again, Kento. I’m already sticky and dirty,” but you couldn't hold back your giggles as your body followed along with his own.

He simply smiled, giving you a peck on your lips before letting go of you, grabbing you by your hand before pulling you back down the path. On the way, he bent back down on the bench, picking up your box of sweets before going back the way you came. You soon made it back to the main path when you realized that Kento was leading you back to the country club building. Quickly, you pulled out your phone, realizing your intuition was right about your appearance.

“Wait Kento, I can't go back there looking like this?!”

He looked over at you, tilting his head a bit before turning back towards the path. You tried to fight him every step of the way, but he just continued you on. You could see the tennis court up ahead, Gojo and his black-haired companion along with those girls no longer there. You tried to speak up again but then Kneto went off the main path again, this time leading to another one that led to the side of the building. There was an armored door, and on the side, you could see a card swipe mechanism. Kento went into his wallet, pulling out the same card the receptionist had scanned, and swiping it. Immediately the door had beeped a bright sound, the red light in the machine turned green and you could hear the door unlocking. Kento reached past you, going for the door and pulling it open, and gesturing for you to go inside.

Immediately, you found yourself in a dimmed hallway, all with doors, all closed. As you took a couple of steps down, you looked at the door to your left and found the black door had its own card swipe locking machine, and there was a name plaque a few feet above it. You looked around and saw the different doors all looked the same, a black door with a card swipe machine but a different name on the plaque above. Kento got in front of you, leading you down a few doors, before stopping right in front of one. You peeked from behind just as he was unlocking the door, looking at the name plaque near the door.

Nanami Kento.

The door unlocked, revealing a dark room at first, Kento had leaned over, turning on the lights revealing a well-decorated room, reminding you of the living room at Kento’s Osaka mansion. The room was mostly tan and beige, with wooden floors to align with it. In the middle of the room was a sunken circular sofa much like the mansion this area reminded you of. You took a few steps in before Kento grabbed you by the arm, leading you down throughout the room before arriving at another door. He opened it this time, revealing a smaller room. One look around has you realizing that this was a closet filled with Kento’s clothes.

You turned towards him, eyes filled with stupor, “how-- how long have you had this place?”

He gave you a look, not even saying a word before going to another door that was connected to the closet. You stammered and sputtered, going after him about to give him a piece of your mind when you joined him in the other room you were looking at him and stopped right in your tracks.

It was another closet, but this one was filled with… dresses and other outfits. You took even more steps inside, going to one of the racks connected to the many drawers and tall dressers. You pulled one of the dresses off the rack, before placing it right in front of your body, turning up to the overarching mirror on the walls. The dress was see-through and sleeveless, silver and shimmering with the design of a butterfly wing as the main design. It was short and asymmetrical, one side longer than the other, imitating a slit. There was one chain going from the neckline that seemed to wrap around your neck. You grabbed at the tag within the inside of the dress, seeing that it was exactly your size.

You turned towards Kento who was simply smirking at your reaction leaving against the doorframe.

“The moment you asked about coming here. I had a simple membership before, but upgraded to the one that gives me my own private room.”

He stood up straight, reaching in his pocket and pulling out his wallet, before pulling out a card. Kento handed it to you, and you looked at it, eyes widening at what was on it. It was a membership card, allowing you complete access. You looked back up at him, eyes wide once again, before looking down at it.

“This is for me?” Your voice was small, uncertain as to what was in front of you.

He confirmed it, using one of his fingers to push your head up to look at him, and a soft smile on his face. You broke out into a big smile, dropping the dress and wrapping your arms around him, squealing. Kento immediately responded, wrapping his arms around you, before hoisting you up.

“Thank you,” you mumbled against his lips, right before he encaptured them into a deep kiss.

Kento stumbled back into the wall near the door, holding you by the waist. Your hands trailed down his ruined shirt, fiddling with buttons once again. Breaking off the kiss, a sliver of spit connecting your lips, you gave Kento a devious look.

“How about we,” you ground against his hips, feeling that familiar length rising up, “break in the new room?”

He looked down at you, giving you a slight smirk before immediately swishing and carrying you out of the room, making you laugh out loud, the joyous sound echoing all throughout the private room.

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The Melody of Loss

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Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!Reader

Genre: angst

Words: 1.4k+

Warnings: suicidal ideation, malnutrition, depression, grieving, blood.

Summary: Takes place after Emily has ‘passed away’. It’s really just an angsty fic about grieving the loss of Emily.

A/n: I highly recommend you do not read this is you are prone to being easily triggered, its v sad and could be painful to read. But if you do, put on some sad music and get in your feels because this is 10x better with sad music. I recommend you’re someone else (flora cash) and it’s okay (Tom Odell) as that what I was writing it to.

It had been two months since Emily had left your life, you had mourned her each and every day. Slowly pieces of you withered away as happy memories contorted to remnants of a life you could no longer have. Going into work served as only another reminder she truly was gone but you forced yourself to persevere.

That evening things became too much; you lay on the floor begging your brain for reasons to continue. Without Emily everything just seemed empty and there was a hollow part of your heart you feared could never be filled again. Though it was just an expression, having your heartbroken, you felt the organ incessantly cracking. Your chest was heavy and every time you breathed your lungs constricted, demanding to breathe the scent of Emily’s shampoo, the smell of her perfume, her.

The hoodie that adorned your skin no longer smelled like Emily and you would have screamed out if your body allowed you to, alas it didn’t. You were running on minimal energy levels, meniscal daily tasks took their toll on you, nourishing your body was no longer a priority. It helped when you were numb, it wasn’t a cure, but the buzz of emotional pain was more dulled, diluted and less consuming.

Quiet sobs passed through your lips as you lay on the cold floor, you had no idea how long you had been crying, all you knew was you woke up in the same position you were previously in with puffier, redder eyes. You sat upright, too tired to focus on anything other than the blank space that filled the front room, you finally let your eyes settle on the piano by the window. It was now gathering dust, missing its player’s delicate fingers.

A single tear fell down your cheek as you forced yourself up and walked to sit down on the stool. You pressed down on a piano key and a note rang through the room, bouncing off the walls and yet another bittersweet memory resurfaced.

It had been Emily’s idea to buy the piano, you’d planned on starting out small together, renovating this little apartment you’d bought with your dual salaries. One day you got back and there it was. It was vintage and though it took up a large amount of space, you couldn’t deny, the piano was perfectly suited to the vibe of the apartment. The sunlight beamed through the window and cascaded onto it as Emily sat on the velvet stool looking down at the keys. She seemed miles away, plagued by a distant memory.

As you walked up to her, you took in how radiant she looked, a baggy white blouse was loosely hung around her shoulders, accompanied by plain black vest and casual black work slacks. The light hit her perfectly, showing off her slick jawline.

When you brought your hands down to her shoulders, she jolted just slightly but instantly relaxed into the contact. She hummed contently when you moved your hands down to wrap around her waist, nuzzling your head into her neck. The smell of her shampoo and perfume filled your nostrils and your little heart leapt from your chest, much like it always did when you found yourself wrapped around Emily.

Her hands were delicately placed on yours as she laced your finger together, holding you tight against her. The soft skin of her cheek brushed against the side of your face. You looked into chocolate brown eyes and saw the weight that was contained within them. Emily had never been a big talker and from months of experience you knew best how to help her through troubling times without antagonising her.

You placed your lips to her temple for a few seconds, holding her you rocked from side to side on the heels of your feet, swaying the both of you slowly to a fictious melody playing in your head. Puckering your lips, you placed a soft kiss to her porcelain skin before breaking away for a split second to sit next to her on the stool.

Shifting the weight of your body and head, you leaned into Emily. “Play me something?”

She smiled down at you for a few fleeting moments before setting her gaze on the piano, elegantly bringing her fingers to the keys. With the lightest of touches on each key and the pedal moving under her foot now and then to elongate specific notes, Emily did as exactly you asked. When she finally finished playing you peered up at your musician to find her eyes were glazed over, salty tears were brimming over her waterline as she once again looked into the distance.

Broken was your heart as you reached up to hold this strong-willed woman’s face between the palms of your hands. Emily wore sorrowful smile, looking deep into your eyes searching for answers to a question you hadn’t yet been graced with. A single tear spilled from her eyes and made its journey to your thumb so you could brush it away.

“I knew a little boy; I taught him how to play.” From the heartache the words brought her you knew whatever had happened to the boy in question wasn’t an easy topic to breach. Of course, later you learnt who he was, how and why he meant so much to Emily.

She adverted her eyes, looking around the small apartment, before meeting your gaze once again. Her hands homed in on your waist, gradually bringing your bodies closer. You vision went black as you closed your eyes and let her nimble lips grace yours with their presence. A slow rhythm was set as your lips danced together, just as they had time and time before. Held within the kiss was something new, you tasted the question that lay dormant within Emily, and you slowly pulled your lips away.

Not wanting to stray too far away you leaned your head forward to touch Emily’s, relishing in the feel of her warm breath caressing your lips.

“I want a family with you,” she breathed out, pulling back to study your expression. Melancholy tears were transformed into those of delight as she watched the corner of your lips twitch.

“There is nothing in this world that I want more than just that Emily Prentiss.” Her face became blurry, you only registered you too were crying when the kiss that you shared moments later grew wet.

With both hands you slammed the piano cover down, startling yourself when a loud thud echoed through the room that was once filled with the sweet sound of piano chords. The ghost of Emily was felt next to you on the stool and your stomach churned when you remembered just how close you once had her. How close you were to a future together, the engagement ring remained on your finger, though it had become loose, many of times it had almost fallen off, as if telling you to let go.

Your body gave up on you and you fell against the piano, darkness circled around you, it was engulfing you, whispering and coaxing you to give in, to join Emily. It was unrelenting, sucking you in and you felt yourself folding over and over. A whirlwind of grieve was stirring mayhem in your head and you held no more control over your emotions as screams of pure agony worked their way up from your gut, passing your dry throat and exiting your chapped lips.

Anger began to bubble within your veins, questions of how she could ever leave you all alone rung through you mind and you grabbed the only thing within your reach, throwing it as far your weak-willed arms would allow.

“NO!” you screamed, running over to the broken shards of glass dispersed across the floor. The smell of Emily filled the whole room as her perfume circulated the air around you. “No, no, no.” You sobbed, picking up pieces of glass, not caring as red beads of blood formed on your fingers. You threw your head back looking up at the ceiling, pleading to any higher being to take this all away, to bring your fiancé back, to let you feel her arms around you again, “Please no.” you screamed out. Tears continuously trickling down your face, the acidity burning a red lined path down from your eyes to your chin.

Your body shook from the pain that raked through you; you felt the emotions seep from every inch of you. Just as you though you would never know peace again, hands wrapped around you and the world calmed just a little bit.

“She’s gone.” The words came out cracked and almost inaudible through all the crying. But you knew JJ heard when she held you the slightest bit tighter. You continued to cry, this time with the security of knowing you weren’t alone in all of this.

“I-I’m so sorry.” JJ held you as she herself began to cry, only later would you understand just why her tears had been fuelled by guilt and not grief.

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ofstormsandsaints · 2 years

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You could do a post about Yui and her outfits when she was still living with her father in the church (along with some headcanons)? It's canon that Yui had a rather austere and humble life, so I'm guessing her clothes were always used or second hand.

It's longer than I expected-

Fashion Headcanon - a Yui Komori lookbook

Humble coquette meets the church girl roaming in a forest full of violets.

-Her colour palette is soft. So, so soft.

-Beige, white, pale pink, baby blue mixed with bits of faded navy blue and brown.

-Loves plaid pattern or those very delicate floral designs on clothes, colours slightly washed out, making everything cohesive.

-Doesn't mind vibrant colours in general. She finds beauty in many, many things but she knows that jewel shades will look garnish on her.

-Yui prefers when her clothes aren't too tight around her chest. Her tops are generally puff sleeved, off-shoulder with ruffles on the neckline to blur the shape of her torso.

-That, even before those fuckers would make her self-conscious about her chest. Pricks.

-When wearing tank tops or t-shirts, she would wear a cardigan or a wrap-up top that has subtle strips of white lace at the end of its sleeves.

-She's simply more confortable with showing her legs or her shoulders. For instance, she loves how her pale curls fall and brush the line of her shoulders. (but the diaboys too😔)

-Knitted mittens, square necklines, lacy lolita socks, vintage chiffon blouse embedded with little flowers, myosotis, daisies, stars of Bethlehem.

-She knows how to sew and to mend her clothes when it's needed. She is cautious with her belongings though.

-Wears second-hand clothes. Because life at the church was obviously more austere and Yui grew without the materialistic need to buy and own stuff just to see it piled up in her closet. Plus, she never wanted to appear spoiled rotten or anything.

-But she likes second hand clothes also because the fabric is soft. It's comforting for her to know that the clothes she owns now, had a life before.

-These grandma blouses with small embroidered details on the sleeves or on the collar ? Stan.

-Second hand fashion allowed her to explore a different sense of fashion - to create outfits that looked good on her and not trying to look like models in magazines. So you can find a sweet blending of reminiscent 2000s and 60s fashion in the way she dresses.

-Keeps her outfits simple and practical all in all, because she's known for being quite active.

-She cooks, cleans, helps the nuns in the garden or during charitable works.

-Therefore, she would never wear heels too high, skirts too long or too short.

-When going out to do some groceries, she always ends up looking at some shops, as there is something soothing for her in watching all these different clothes and shoes displayed behind the window. She doesn't buy anything, but she envies just a little bit the groups of girls who enter these shops, giggling and ready to buy something nice.

-No jeans or leather jackets like the girls of her age. Her father didn't allow her to wear those - he never even bought her clothes.

-Well. Not never never, but until very late, Seiji would only gift her books, stationary supplies, some tea...but never clothes, makeup or jewellery. This, combined with a certain solitude and the absence of a feminine figure in her life, Yui didn't have much choice but to observe a lot. She wanted to care about her appearance. She didn't know how at first.

-Interestingly, books and art influenced her style. Without even realising it, Yui would become the modern version of spring faerie, living a peaceful life in rhythm with the bell and the services.

-Spends hours making jewellery.

-The floral hair pins and the matching necklace? Her doing.

-She is crafty and loves doing activities that require patience and creativity, pearls glistening under the sun, tinkering with little hearts and stars. Nothing complicated. Just what she needs to give that graceful faerie twist to her outfit.

-She works like this, at her vanity or on a bench outside, in front of the garden for hours. Sewing or crafting the most precious details that no one except her will notice. She works until her eyes are tired and the tea remaining at the bottom of her cup is cold. But it is during time like this, that she feels the most a peace. The happiest.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers headcanons #diabolik lovers fashion #yui komori #requests open #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #ruki mukami #kou mukami #yuma mukami #azusa mukami #carla tsukinami #shin tsukinami #kino

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phrynefishersfrocks · 10 months

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The third ensemble of "Murder Under the Mistletoe" (Season 2, Episode 13) is Phryne's beautiful antique printed jacket atop her intricately beaded black blouse and black pants.

Combining detail and drama, Miss Fisher wears a black blouse with a sheer yoke decorated with intricate beading in a geometric art deco pattern, extending from a central point and curving around to the back. The blouse has long sleeves and tight fitted cuffs, and two ribbons connected by a zig-zagging thread along her neckline (known as a fagoted seam).

The short-sleeve silk jacket worn on top adds a layer of subtle festivity to the look with bright green silk lining and a pattern of papyrus branches and reeds printed on the outside. A vintage piece, this been described as one of Essie Davis' favorite costumes:

“Another one of my favorite costumes is what I wore on the very first day of filming - to meet Murdoch Foyle (Phryne’s younger sister’s murderer) in jail. It was black silk pants with a little black top in sheer black chiffon with beading and a fantastic antique short-sleeved jacket in an orange, gold and black design that reminds me of a Margaret Preston painting." - Essie Davis, Miss Fisher’s Costume Exhibition

Margaret Preston was considered the most prominent female Australian artist of the 1920′s and 1930′s. In a desire to create art that reflected her country, she was the first non-indigenous artist to use Aboriginal elements in her paintings. Her “Still Life” from 1925 appeared in “Raisins and Almonds” (1x05) where Miss Fisher declares “Margaret Preston is a talent to watch”, and hangs to the left of her fireplace in her parlor.

Phryne finishes her look with her classic black silk faille pants, long green teardrop earrings (seen on the right in the exhibition photo), and a black beaded necklace that feature larger beads on either side of the central beaded fringe. During a quick trip out into the snow to investigate with Jack, she dons a black fur wrap, seen in 2x01.

A fabulous ensemble, we've seen this exact outfit (apart from the jewelry) in both "Raisins and Almonds" (1x05) and twice in "Death By Miss Adventure" (1x10).

Season 2, Episode 13 - "Murder Under the Mistletoe"

Screencaps from here, promo photos from the official Facebook (x, x, x, x, x) and various sources (x), jewelry photo from the National Trust Facebook, Margaret Preston painting photo from here, detail and comparison photos by me.

#phryne fisher #miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #murder under the mistletoe #2x13 #s2e13 #christmas special #1920's fashion #vintage fashion #costume design #costume breakdown #essie davis #outfit repeat #art deco coat #phryne fisher's frocks #tv costumes

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marvelsswansong · 2 years

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summary: rainy days with Eddie aren't too bad - even if they mean not being able to go out on your picnic.

tags: pure fluff, short blurb, just pure domesticity and affectionate exchanges in his trailer, Eddie is so fucking whipped for you

☆ word count: 834 ☆

*•.¸♡ a/n: just something short and sweet I wanted to post :) I've written and posted like 4 monstrous Eddie one-shots in the past 2 weeks so kinda nice to catch my breath haha ♡¸.•*

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

"This sucks." you complain, facing the ceiling of the trailer for a few seconds before you twist your body to the side to look at Eddie.

The rain continues to pour outside, the harsh sounds of water hitting metal ringing through the trailer, only slightly muted by the soft music playing from his handheld radio.

"The weather forecast said it would be sunny today." you continue to complain, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. It's an absolutely adorable expression on you, Eddie thinks - your bottom lip pouting, your cute face scrunched up, your eyes delicate and sweet. He knows that you're more than annoyed though that the picnic he's promised you is now impossible under the gloomy grey skies with pouring rain.

"Well, sometimes they're wrong, angel." he responds, trailing his hand up and down your arm, softly stroking your skin. You huff at that, curling into his chest.

"Yeah? Then fuck the weatherman. I wanted that damn picnic." you mumble into his shirt and Eddie laughs, his chest moving against your forehead as he gently places you on top of him. Now he's leaning against his mess of pillows on the bed with your body laying against his, your head on his chest as you lazily look up at him.

"Fuck the weatherman, indeed."

Whilst you absent-mindendly play with the rings on his left hand, he takes the time to appreciate this current moment. Away from the mess that is his high school life, curled up against your warm body as the rain continues to rage outside. In here, the two of you are protected from the vicious storm: the freezing waters, the harsh winds, the claps of thunder which shake the trailer time to time. In here, it's just the two of you, your bare legs brushing against his, the bows on your socks tickling his skin.

He loves seeing you like this - okay, maybe not seeing you annoyed, but everything else. Your expression is calm, content, as your fingers wrap around the cold metallic rings and slide them up and down his fingers. Your hair's neatly framing your face, your skirt's bunched up around your thighs and Eddie has half a mind to grab your polaroid camera and snap a picture of you just like this. Bare faced in only a skirt, modestly unbuttoned blouse and socks with little bows on them, leaning against the headboard of his bed with a concentrated look on your face.

Perfection.

"Where'd you even get these rings?" is your next question, getting bored at playing with his accessories. Eddie smirks, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline as he thinks back.

"Hm... some from vintage stores and odd yard sales. Others are from jewellery stores around the state from whenever we do Corroded Coffin gigs in dive bars. This one's a gift from my uncle though." he gestures to the ring sitting on his foremost right finger, a black metallic ring with an ivy plant engraved on its side. Your eyes - dripping with honey, the yellow glow of the overhead lights reflecting in your irises - narrow in on it, pulling his fingers closer to your face to examine it.

"It's really nice. Wayne's got good taste."

He smirks at that.

"Don't say that to him, it'll get to his head."

You drop his hand and look up at your boyfriend with a teasing smile.

"As if someone related to you wouldn't have a big ego."

Eddie pretends to be shot, clutching a hand over his chest and croaking his next words.

"I've been wounded, verbally assaulted! How shall I ever survive when my loving girlfriend is so cruel to me."

You roll your eyes playfully at his antics, but he's successful at lifting your spirits.

"You're such a dramatic, Munson."

"That's why I'm so good at D&D." he counters, to which you just smile and shrug.

"I guess that's true."

Eddie smiles in victory before pulling you back into his lap. He starts to rub circles into your back, his gentle voice singing along to the new song on the radio, and in between his body warmth and the soft blankets underneath you, exhaustion begins to seep in. He notices that your eyes are beginning to close and open in slow patterns and it makes Eddie's heart melt, the sight too adorable to bear.

"I'm really sorry about the rain though, it does suck that we're stuck inside." he gently offers. You nod slowly, your sentence coming out as more of a mumble into his chest.

"It's fine... because it means I get to be in bed with you. So maybe rainy days aren't-" you're interrupted by a yawn, your eyes fluttering shut once more. "Too bad."

Eddie presses a soft kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arms around your waist to secure you in his hold. He smiles, his head carefully turning to look out the window without shifting so much as to wake you.

"Yeah, I guess rainy days aren't so bad after all."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #idk something sweet and short and fluffy leave me alone im having a bad day

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brigitttt · 11 months

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Fish Blouse, Second Garment of Beach Outfit is done! See the making of in this post, but again the details are: cotton wrap shirt, entirely handsewn, vintage 30s pattern. See also the shell shorts in their own post here :)

#beach outfit #i feel like the cutest person alive. please congratulate me #sewing #vintage #fashion

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theloveoftoms · 2 years

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An Evening Out - Rooster Bradshaw x Reader (top gun: maverick)

Summary: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, aka your boyfriend, has a surprise date for you!

A/N: yep, ive fallen for miles teller. I can add him to the list of men who are substantially older than me that I would l o v e to be with. and oh my gosh, he was so gorgeous as rooster in top gun: maverick. So, I present to you, this quick and easy rooster x reader fic. I'm going to go watch tg:m again this week, so I'll get a better idea of their personality and characteristics for future stories! Also, I hope this isn't too romantic in a shallow type of way, all ive been reading lately is tough stories about loss and unsuitable romance partners, so I wanted to write something sweet to fill my mind :) also, I didn't proof read this as much as I normally would, so enjoy my chaotic world of words that I've concocted. Thanks for reading my stories! I LOVE YOU - Mac xx

"Hey," Rooster says with notes of apology caressing through his voice, closing the car door and running around to your side of the street, "I'm sorry I was late."

You date was set to begin well over 10 minutes ago when your boyfriend rooster was supposed to pick you up. You had called, texted, and received nothing in reply, so you had decided to sit on your porch and wait a little while longer, until the sun was set beyond the horizon, or you heard from rooster, whichever came first.

You walked down the stairs slowly, without saying anything, until you were standing directly across from your boyfriend. You looked up, your eyes meeting his, a smile written across your face.

Rooster put his hand on your shoulder, you could feel the warmth of it radiating through the sleeve of your blouse. His brandy eyes were gazing deeply into yours, god how involve the two of you were. "There was a big accident blocking the freeway, and you know that people don't know how to merge here."

A chuckle escaped your lips and you stretched up on your tip-toes and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. You felt rooster's arms wrap around your waist as he leant down to properly kiss you. The kiss was long and subtle and it made you feel untroubled and content with the world.

After the kiss had finished, you stood, still grinning, "Its alright. These things happen sometimes."

"I'm just glad you're here," you said.

"Since we've missed the reservation, what do you say we go to the beach instead?" Rooster asked you, sliding his arm around your waist.

"That sounds perfect!"

You hopped in Rooster's car, which was a vintage convertible that had belonged to his parents. The car was a gorgeous shade of deep merlot. It had contemporary beige seats that extended all the way through the car, and a radio that only played 60's music. It needed some work, but its flaws is what made it admirable, and its memories is what made rooster cherish it even more.

So, the two of you drove, in the shades of the late night sun along the coast, the wind in your hair, not a care in the world, blasting frankie Valli. The beaches were all busy, and there wasn't a parking spot to be found, so rooster took a drive onto the base, which wasn't too much further, through the gates, until the two of you were at generals beach.

There was the occasional person or couple walking on the sand, but everyone seemed to be further along the coast, meaning that the beach would be practically empty just for you and your boyfriend to relax upon.

As you climbed out of the car, rooster was busy collecting something he had put in the trunk. When he came around the front, you found that he was carrying one of his navy hoodies with the top gun logo on it, and a paper bag from the farmers market.

"What is all of this?" you asked happily.

"Surprise," he said, "now lets go find a spot before the sun sets."

You laughed, slipping your arm around his waist, "I don't think we'll have much trouble with that."

The two of you walked up close to the water, and set down your things in a spot just far enough away that it wouldn't be damaged by the waves.

You took a seat beside rooster, who was busy laying down a towel, unpacking the contents of the brown paper bag.

He pulled out a container of finger sandwiches, a small carton of juicy red strawberries, and a small clear container of popcorn.

"Rooster!" you exclaimed, "Did you plan all of this?"

He pulled out a bottle of expensive looking champagne, and two flute glasses, and smirked "Do you think I ride around with this stuff in my car all the time?"

You laughed, "This was such a great surprise!"

The two of you ate your sandwiches, you enjoyed your cucumber ones, and rooster who couldn't stand them, enjoyed his ham and cheese ones. You fed each other strawberries, and then laughed over how cliche it was, all while watching the sun setting.

The rays of tangerine were cast upon the two of you, who were sitting peacefully in the sun, pleased with the world.

"God," you sighed to your boyfriend, "You always make everything so good for me. Too good!"

Rooster looked over to you with something more than love written across his eyes, "I like to try to y/n. You've been there for me through it all."

You flopped back, laying down in the sand, "You're so perfect it physically hurts."

#rooster #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick #top gun #bradley bradshaw #tom cruise #goose #goose and maverick #miles teller #i think i have a crush on miles teller now

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honestlytastygayasstrash · 1 year

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Valentine’s Gift from Riddle

After some thinking you had chosen your gift for Riddle, spending time with him for Valentines was just an excuse for spoiling him. Although, Riddle wasn’t too fond of you gifting him something so extravagant you had found something to be a perfect mix of the two.

The rose themed pen had quickly captured your eye in terms of looks. The rose thorns had covered the top of the pen to imitate a crown. Meanwhile, it had a deep rose red base color for the main structure of the pen. Not to mention how the pen glided on the page when you tried the test one. Perhaps the best part was the refill aspect, so that Riddle could use this pen more than once.

Hoping off the train back to NRC you arrived at your dorm to decorate the new gift. Ripping off all the tags and placing it into a neatly made pen case covered with red wrapping paper. Then taped the wrapping together and picked out a multicolor ribbon. The colors had been a mixture of gold, red, black, and white.

Once the gift was wrapped you took a step back to admire all that hard work you poured into wrapping. It only took about ten minutes, and it was beautiful. After sitting for so long you made your way to Savanaclaw’s pool to swim for a bit. Upon arrival you noticed Jack who was busy carrying his cactus back to his dorm. There was also Ruggie who was eating some ice cream by the pool. Meanwhile, Leona was there sleeping on your towel.

*Valentines day*

Today was Valentine's Day and you were brimming with glee for what was going to happen. The two of you were going to visit a museum for the day then try the new cafe installed in town.

You: There was a lot of art here you don’t normally see in the Sunset Savannah. Like that painting of a lamb with three maids. Riddle: Yes, I never expected to see that many paintings of sheep here. Is it a popular animal to paint these days? You: It would appear to be so. Um, since we’re not moving about, I’ll give you your gift. Here… I hope you like it.

Tearing away at the carefully wrapped present he opened to find a pen case with it holding the rose themed pen. Riddle’s eyes lit up from looking at the pen and while he held the present with his hand, he looked at you, smiled, and thanked you.

Taking hold of his present Riddle placed it back down to hand a small, wrapped gift for you as well. After receiving it you thanked him and smiled brightly at him for having gifted you what appeared to be a vintage heart brooch. Taking that brooch you pinned it onto your blouse, but it was quite troublesome. Gently picking up the brooch from your hand Riddle then pinned it onto your blouse for you.

While this wasn’t an extravagant Valentine's Day it was one where even the simplest of times left you happy and full.

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October 9: Uniform Sex (Bucky Barnes) 💚

Warnings: 18+ readers only, Uniform sex, Bucky Barnes hotness alert, brat, blowjob, pet name, sergeant kink

Copyright: As much as I wish I owned him, I do not own Bucky Barnes or other mentioned Marvel characters (heh). I also do not condone this being copied anywhere else.

"Ready to go doll?" Bucky asked outside the door.

You had just finished putting the last touches to your nurse uniform for the Halloween party that Tony was throwing tonight.

You sighed. You didn't want to go to the party. You wanted to go to bed early with Bucky and fool around for a couple of hours. "Yeah, I guess so."

You walked out the door, in your skimpy skirt and tight blouse. The nurse cap was placed precariously on top of your head. You had used that bright red lipstick that they always had in the vintage posters, and had even curled your hair.

Yeah, a lot of effort to look good for a party you didn't care about. But you always wanted to look your best around Bucky.

Your jaw almost dropped when you saw how delicious Bucky looked in his uniform. He had alerted you that he was going to dress like the Sergeant that he had been in the war, which had been what inspired you to go as a 1940's vintage poster nurse.

But you hadn't expected him to look so dashing. The uniform was a light brown, almost olive-green colour. He was wearing a dark green shirt underneath complete with a tie. His hat was also topped rather precariously on his head.

He looked so handsome, so sexy, that you felt you could've cummed on the spot just looking at him.

He'd even cut his hair for it, looking so young and just so. . . handsome. Godlike. How were you lucky enough to have this man?

"You look adorable." Bucky said appreciatively, looking you over.

"That's it." You stated, "We're going to bed. Now."

He chuckled, "Is the uniform really that great."

"Yes. I want you to fuck me in it." You spit out before you could take it back. You were never so bold, but the words were tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"Someone's feeling bold tonight." Bucky leered with a grin, "You ought to watch that pretty little mouth of yours doll. Steve'll tell you off if he hears anything bad coming from it and I'll have to punish you."

You whined, pulling his arm. You were being a brat, but you really, really wanted him. You had never felt so needy before, and his words were just making your clit throb for his attention.

He chuckled, wrapping his arm around you, dragging you down the hall, away from the bedroom.

"No, Bucky!" You whined. "Wanna go back to bed."

"To bad doll. We have to go to the party first. You know Tony will never let us hear the end of it if we don't show up for a few minutes."

"Five minutes. That's it." You tried to negotiate.

This got another laugh out of Bucky, "All dolled up only to let people see you for five minutes. At least an hour or two."

You nearly started to cry. One hundred and twenty whole minutes! You were going to die.

God you were going to cry over nothing? Maybe you should check the calendar and see when your period was supposed to start. The last time you had cried over something ridiculous was when Natasha told you it was to cold to eat Ice-cream in February.

Bucky was a bit of a comfort though, his flesh arm wrapped around you waist, letting you snuggle into his chest as he dropped sweet kisses on your cheeks, forehead, and nose. Finally, just as the elevator doors opened, he kissed your lips before pulling you along to the ballroom where the party was already in full swing.

You sulked as Bucky got himself a drink. "You want anything doll?" He asked, a small smirk on his face.

"You!" You whined, "Please Bucky, we've been here long enough."

"You haven't even been here for a minute." Sam said, coming up from behind you. "What's go you so desperate and needy?"

Bucky chuckled at Sam's teasing, though a hand came around you waist possessively. "Apparently she likes the uniform."

"Doesn't he look so sexy?" You asked Sam, your voice still sounded like a whine.

Sam raised an eyebrow, a smile coming over his face. He poked your forehead with one finger and asked, "Where's the real Y/N? She's never this bold."

Steve came over at that moment, "Nice outfit Buck."

Steve and several of the other Avengers had entered a draw of sorts. Steve had gotten Doctor Strange and was dressed like him. He looked utterly ridiculous, but Stephen looked just as ridiculous trying to be dressed as Hawkeye. Clint meanwhile, was laughing his ass off. He had managed to pull off dressing like Nick Fury. Just white. And not bald.

"Isn't he?" You asked dreamily. "I just want to take him back to bed and-"

Steve choked on his drink before you could say anything else, making Bucky and Sam laugh.

"Y-Y/N don't say that so loudly and in such a public place." Steve sputtered out, putting his alcohol down on the counter.

"Okay, how long has it been?" You asked Bucky.

"Twelve minutes." He said, trying not to laugh.

"It's been an eternity. We can leave now." You declared cheerfully.

Bucky sat down, pulling you onto his lap. "What a needy little baby you are tonight."

Steve took one look at the position the two of you were in and blushed furiously. "Bucky! Not in public!"

Bucky grinned, "See, you're embarrassing the Captain."

You knew if you opened your mouth, you would end up saying something you'd regret later like 'well if he got laid he wouldn't care'.

So instead, you just kissed Bucky passionately. You could taste the alcohol and lime on his lips. You didn't really care to much for the alcohol, but one Bucky it was addictive.

"And now they're kissing." Sam teased Steve.

"I'm not looking." Steve muttered.

Sam snickered.

You really tried to be patient, limiting yourself to asking only every five minutes if it was time to go.

Finally, finally Bucky said the two of you could go. Now you were the one dragging him around, trying to get him to move faster towards the bedroom. You swore he was dragging his heels in. So you did the one thing that would make him move faster- you goaded him.

Giving him the puppy eyes, you asked, "Bucky, aren't you excited? It's almost like you don't want to sleep with me."

It worked like a charm.

His eyes flashed at the thought that you thought he might not want to be with you.

"Of course I do doll." He said, before grabbing your wrist, yanking you forward, and smashing his lips to yours. The kiss got more heated before he knocked your legs out from underneath you, taking long strides to his bedroom. Shouldering the door open, he hurried inside the bedroom, closing the door behind him with his foot.

You were quick to yank the short skirt down before he literally ripped the blouse from your body. He unclasped the bra- reluctantly but you'd told him off a few times about ripping them and they were expensive- to let it join the skirt and blouse scraps on the floor.

"You've been such a needy little brat tonight, hmm?" Bucky asked as he popped open the button his army pants. "Using that mouth so much tonight, begging to come back here. Well open up doll, I've got something else for your mouth to do."

You eagerly got on your knees, opening your mouth and Bucky thrusted into you. He was trying hard to be gentle, knowing that with the serum, he was both longer, thicker, and stronger than most.

You licked the tip eagerly, in pure bliss now that you were doing what you had been wanting to do all night. Serving your Sergeant.

He did his best to let you take over for this part, keeping his hands steadily in your hair, but not using you- not yet anyways.

You bopped your head up and down well enough without him, using your tongue to wrap around and lick his thick cock, laying heavily on your tongue.

"What a good girl." He praised as you sucked at him hard, slowly pulling off before deep throated him to hit the back of your throat. Your efforts were rewarded with grunts and praises that spilled graciously off his lips.

Finally, you could feel him twitching and he slowly pulled from your lips, wanting to finish off inside of you.

He laid you back down on the bed, sticking two fingers in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around them quickly, the way you had around his cock only moments earlier. He watched you with a smirk before he moved his fingers, sticking them straight into your leaking core.

You let out a pleasured moan, now that all of the tension that had built up tonight was releasing slowly. You kept your eyes open, staring up at him as he grinned. You kept taking in how fit he was in his lovely sergeant uniform.

"I should wear this more, shouldn't I?" He smirked, speeding his fingers up.

"Y-Yes!" You gasped, toes clenching, fingers grasping the sheets beneath you. "S-Sergeant! I-"

"Cum for me doll." Bucky said in a raspy voice, his voice catching in his throat when you called him his title.

You released hard over his fingers. He pulled them out after the aftershocks were over, licking his fingers clean, before he leaned down, licking a bold stripe through your pussy.

It took every conscious effort not to close your legs. They had jerked reflexively before you pinned them down with sheer will.

He didn't stay down there long, moving upwards to kiss you. You kissed back, tongues swirling, tasing yourself on your lips. It wasn't a particularly pleasant taste, but you would gladly take whatever Bucky gave you on his lips. Boiled cauliflower could probably taste good off Bucky's lips.

Maybe.

"You ready doll?" He asked. You always loved this about Bucky. The consent, even if you were together, even if you'd already had sex before, even if you were halfway through having sex, he always wanted consent.

"Sergeant, just- please!" You begged. Even if you loved the consent, sometimes it annoyed the hell out of you, especially if you really wanted to be fucked. And especially when he obviously knew you wanted it.

He grinned his cocky smile before he bottomed out in you within a few seconds. You moaned at the lovely feeling. The coarseness from his pants was different, creating a friction against your thighs. You untucked his tie from his shirt, grabbing it to pull him down to kiss you as he started to gently move inside of you.

"Bucky." you moaned against his lips. "I love you so damn much."

His lips smirked against yours. "Love you too doll. So. Freaking. Much." Each word accented with a hard thrust. Your eyes glazed over as you started to babble, wanting to cum. "Go ahead doll. I'm close."

Your orgasm sent you to cloud nine, and also triggered Bucky's he held you close to his chest as he spilled into you, before slowly moving a little bit to calm the both of you down. He kissed your cheeks softly to get you back from your high.

When you finally refocused your eyes on him, that was when he slowly pulled out. Somehow, despite everything, he'd managed to keep that hat on his head.

"Bucky," you mumbled, "You need to wear that uniform more."

He grinned before removing the articles of clothing you were loving so much, "It's just so damn hot in them."

Indeed, his face was flushed and he was sweating terribly. But in a very sexy way. "You stay here doll." He said, kissing your nose sweetly. "Fall asleep even if you have to. I'll take care of you."

You smiled weakly before falling asleep before he even got the washcloth.

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