It doesn’t take much to make Sanji feel loved and appreciated.
You bring him a flower you side on your walk. He’s swooning. Can’t believe you were out and saw that flower and took the time to pick it and bring it to him.
“You saw this magnificent flower and thought of me!? I’m the luckiest man in the entire world.
He’s been gone with the guys and you just know they’ve gotten into mischief. When he gets home you run him a nice warm bath and he’s falling at you feet.
“Oh my love! You did this all for me?!? You know what would make this even better?? You joining me!”
You try and new meal he’s working on and you tell him just how delicious you think it is.
“Sanji, you’ve outdone yourself. This is amazing.”, you say as you’re devouring the food.
“You like it??? I’m so happy I could die. I’ll make it again any time you want it.”
He’s eating you out and you look down at him.
“Baby, you’re doing s-so good for me. You’re gonna make me come all over your handsome f-face.” You moan out to him.
He goes into overtime pulling that orgasm from you. Once you come down he’s pressing kisses all over.
“You’re fantastic. Thank you so much for making a mess of me pretty girl.”
Being praised and appreciated by you makes his world continue to go round.
Heart To Heart(Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Bimbo!Reader)
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, college AU, Emo!Nanami, Bimbo!Reader, reader is actually a sweetheart and smart, blowjobs, making out, alcohol mentions, Kento is a bit of an asshole in this one, fluff, mentions of trauma
word count: 3k!
pairings: Emo!College!Kento Nanami x Fem!Bimbo!Reader
summary: you and Nanami have classes together in university, and he just thinks you screwed your way into these classes. he makes it known one day what he thinks of you, and you snap. but when you meet up at a party, things get spicy.
Nanami had himself convinced that you were bad news. Something about the way you were always applying that sticky lipgloss while looking at yourself in your cute Hello Kitty compact mirror just drove him insane. He had finally gotten himself into a very good university after leaving the sorcerer world behind, and here you were ruining his experience.
You were in quite a few of his classes, which surprises him. You don’t look like you know anything about finances or business, let alone simple arithmetic. You with your eyes so big and expressive, your lips just so juicy and pouty. How could you possibly know anything that he was working so hard on learning? How could a single thought run through that dumb head of yours?
And yet, you were so kind to him. Even when he brushed you off and gave you the cold shoulder, you were always there to lend a hand when you could. You were someone who would come to class with a box of baked goods to offer to everyone. You always had a spare pencil for someone, or an extra notepad to share. And you never ever said no to someone’s request to copy your notes whenever they had missed a class. In reality, despite your appearance, you were someone who just genuinely cared.
Still, Kento was often left fuming whenever he spotted you. He knew about the archetypes and stereotypes of those around him and even himself. He knew that people thought he was a freak for his appearance, and yet they would never know the horrors and trauma he had gone through. He keeps his hair long in the front, his hoodie is always pulled up whenever he gets the chance. He’s even wearing black nail polish and hardly ever washes off the leftover eyeliner and mascara.
The others look at him like he’s some sort of plague, and yet you don’t even glance at him like that. Your looks towards him are soft and sweet, but he just knows there is no way you wouldn’t trick a guy like him. Nanami has to remind himself that you’re just as bad as the others, and all the kind things you do for anyone, it’s all just a plot to have everyone under the spiked heel of your cute stilettos. You were a sweet girl, but underneath it all, Nanami was convinced you could scratch out his eyes with a swipe of your perfectly manicured nails.
Yet he could never really pull himself away from you completely. You always smell so good, and your lips look so plump and juicy. Kento swears he can smell your lip gloss from a mile away. You’re almost too good to be true, he thinks to himself often. You must have a trail of guys following you around, simping and moaning just for you. So Nanami figures it’s just easier to hate you and deem you unworthy of his presence or his words.
Things change one day when you’re partnered up with him for a finance class project. You sit at your desk, doodling something in your cute pink notebook. There’s a feathery pom pom on the end of your pen. Nanami rolls his eyes and scoffs as he sits down near you, not daring to even be that close to you. He keeps his distance, narrowing his eyes at you.
“Hiya Ken~” you coo at him, making his heart skip a beat at the softness of your voice.
Kento scowls, “It’s Kento. Not Ken.”
You pout softly, “Oh, yeah okay. Kento it is.”
You duck your head down a little, somehow feeling so self-conscious. Nobody has made you feel this way before. You’re dejected because you’ve always thought he was so cute, and now that you get the chance to shoot your shot, he’s rejecting you already. So you begin looking at the page explaining the project and you discuss things with him quietly. He seems so disinterested in what you have to say, his eyes flickering towards other people in the classroom. He wishes he could be partnered up with anyone else but you. He’d rather do the project alone if he’s being completely honest. You start to feel like you aren’t wanted at all.
“Listen, we don’t even really need to do any of this together. We can just work on our own parts and submit them together.” You suggest, your cheeks a little pink from not being able to do a simple project with the guy you like.
Nanami watches you carefully, “Hmph, I doubt you can even complete your side of things.”
Your heart aches at this. You know you don’t have the appearance of a scholarly type, but you do well in your studies. You worked so hard to get this spot in the university. You come from a small town, and you never really had much growing up. So for you to finally get this shot and to be able to treat yourself to cute things you’ve always longed for, it means the world to you. But you were growing a bit more upset with every passing moment.
You thrust the pen in his direction, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Kento smirks, “Come on, there’s no way you really understand this material. Just admit that you got here by using your good looks and charm.”
This made you recoil. Your stomach was in knots from the thought of him implying that you fucked your way into this school. You frown and your big eyes fill up with tears. Suddenly, Nanami doesn’t feel so confident about what he’s saying anymore. He’s got guilt and regret rising up in his chest like acid.
“Is that truly what you think? You see a girl wearing pink and liking cute things and you think she’s fucked her way into university? Well screw you, Nanami Kento!”
You rise up from your seat and gather all your things. You excuse yourself to the teacher and make your way into the hallway. Tears slide down your cheeks, ruining the makeup you so meticulously put on this morning. You feel your stomach turning in knots, not sure how to even process all of this. You know you can prove him wrong, and you will.
ONE WEEK LATER
Despite the issues with Kento, you were still able to complete your side of the project and hand it in early. When you attended your classes, you ignored him. Your heart longed for him, but you were beginning to think maybe people were right about him. He’s just a freak. He’s mean and will probably cast a hex on you. Still, you think that people were always being too harsh. Just the way that Nanami had been with you. Judging people before getting to know them was always a bad habit that most people had, but you were someone who tried not to pass the judgement.
The weekend was fast approaching and the big party at the local frat house was what was on everyone’s mind. Everyone was going, and you knew that even Kento had been invited. Despite still feeling so sour after what had happened, you decide that you’re going to attend that party. And you were going to show him what he was missing out on. Just because you like cute things and wore makeup didn’t mean you weren’t someone smart and fun.
The night of the party arrives and you show up dressed in a sexy, tight pink dress. It’s strapless and hugs your curves in all the right ways. You talk to a few people, mingling as you get a few drinks into you. You’re not even really sure that he was going to show up, you were just feeling a little hopeful. The more drinks you had, the more you wanted him to be there so you could apologize about your outburst.
The moment he walks in the door, your heart stops and your breath hitches in your throat. He’s cleaned up, but he still carries himself the same way as usual. The hoodie up over his head, his bangs cascading down over one eye. You see that he’s cleaned up his peeling nail polish, and it seems like he’s applied a clean coat of mascara and eyeliner. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen him put this much effort into his appearance. This makes you wonder if he’s hoping to meet someone here. You look away, your eyes darting down to the drink in your hands.
The music is loud and you try to drown all your insecurities in this drink. You wish he’d come talk to you considering you were much too shy now to approach him. He looks so good tonight too, and you were feeling drunk enough to try to shoot your shot again even if he had made it clear what he truly thought of you. So you just go snag another mixed drink and go to the dancefloor.
It’s not long before you bump into him as you’re on your way to the kitchen for a cup of water. Both of you are a little shy about this at first, and Kento can barely look you in the eyes. He’s mortified that he would bump into you after all the shit he’s said to you.
“Hey,” you say shyly. You drink some of the water.
He smiles sheepishly, “Hi…”
Neither of you really know how to proceed. But eventually it’s all bubbling up inside of each other. Kento fiddles with the guitar pick necklace that sits on his collarbone. You really look so cute tonight—no, you look so sexy. He’s never seen anyone look this good in his entire life.
“Hey Ken…erm, Kento…about the other day,” you begin but he stops you.
He smirks, “I kind of like it when you call me Ken.”
You blush at his words. You have always loved giving people nicknames. It’s just a way of showing you care. You take another sip of your water and giggle gently. Kento reaches up and brushes stray hair from your face.
“So what were you going to say?” He asks, leaning in a little closer.
You smile, “I wanted to apologize for the way I snapped. I guess it wasn’t right of me to tell you to screw yourself.”
It’s Kento’s turn to blush. He begins to explain himself, saying how he completely misunderstood you and judged you even before he got to know you better. He’s profusely apologizing and all of this is going straight to your heart. Before either of you can say anything else, you grab him by the wrist and you lead him to the nearest room with the lock on the door. This happens to be the bathroom.
Once the door is locked, you push him against the wall and kiss him hungrily. This is the moment you can truly feel his body against yours, and you realize that he is quite muscular. Kento groans as your tongue slides into his mouth, rubbing against his in the most sensual way. He’s had sex before, but never has it been this hungry and passionate.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging slightly to pull him even closer to you. You are so desperate to melt into every aspect of him. You want him, you need him more than anything else. You would forgo anything else in this world just to be forever in this moment with him.
“Ken, I think I’ve liked you since the moment I met you,”
Your confession hangs in the air, making his heart race. He didn’t even think someone like you could think twice about him. You’re so pretty and soft and you make him so tongue tied most of the time. Despite his anger and rude treatment towards you, he’s been in denial about his own feelings for you.
“Shit, I’ve been feeling the same. I guess I just couldn’t come to terms with it.”
You don’t let him say anything else, you just capture his lips with yours once more. He pulls you in closer, his large hands caressing your curves through that tight little dress. You moan into his mouth when his hands cup your breasts and squeeze gently. When you pull away to breathe, a string of saliva keeps you connected.
Without another word, you kneel in front of him. Kento cannot believe his eyes as you undo his studded belt and unzip his pants. Regardless of his own feelings of resentment, he’s always thought you had the prettiest lips. The perfect pair to give the kind of blowjobs you only see in the premium porn videos.
Your eyes widen when you pull out his length from the confines of his boxers. He’s not only lengthy, but he’s got the kind of girth that ruins sex with anyone else. You know now that you really don’t want to let him go at all. With a soft giggle, you lean in to kiss the dribbling tip. Kento grunts as he feels your slick lips on his cock. He reaches down to tangle his fingers in your pretty, soft tresses. You spend a long time just pressing sloppy kisses to his cock. Then you lick all the way down the base, your tongue licking at his balls now. He shudders under your ministrations, knowing it’s going to be hard to hold on if he lets you continue for too much longer.
The moment you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and begin taking him into your mouth, Kento knows he’s hooked to this treatment. He knows he’s going to have to fuck you so good to show you how sorry he is about the shit he said about you the other day. You begin bobbing your head up and down, swallowing around him. He lets you suck him with expertise for a little while before he tugs on your hair and pulls you back up to kiss him.
“Get that pretty ass on the counter,” he says as he picks you up. You barely have to do anything as he sets you on the bathroom counter. He leans into another fierce kiss, this time he’s really taking the lead.
Kento doesn’t even bother undressing either of you. He just shoves your dress up over your hips, his other hand busy playing with your soaked pussy. He smirks when he realizes that you’re this aroused just from a little kissing and sucking his cock. He loves that he has this effect on you.
“You this wet just from blowing me?” he teases as his fingers push your panties to the side. Your eyes roll back as he rubs your clit in slow circles.
“Ken…” you breathe. You’re already so needy for him.
He spreads your thighs and spits into his hand. The saliva gets mixed with your own juices to coat his cock before he slides into you with one long thrust. You cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to pump into you. You’ve never ever felt this full in your life. All you can do is hold onto him and have him fuck you stupid.
“Please please…” you beg as the tip of his cock brushes against the sweet spot deep inside you. “Fuck me, Ken.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He picks up his pace, and you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer. You lock your ankles, keeping him in place. He hammers himself into you over and over, his breath hot on your face and neck as he grunts and groans.
“You gonna be my pretty girl?” he asks, locking eyes with you.
You feel so shy all of a sudden, “Y-yours?” You let out a moan when he thrusts into you particularly hard.
“Yeah, mine. You gonna be my pretty girl?”
Your mind is reeling from all this pleasure. The coil in your stomach is tightening fast, and the thought of being exclusively Kento’s girl seems to be pushing you further and further towards your peak. You gasp as one of his hands slips between you, rubbing your clit slowly and with precision. You can barely think straight at this point. The room is filled with the lewd, wet sounds of your skin slapping together with every harsh thrust.
“Gotta answer me, baby. Or else I won’t let you cum.”
You whine, “Ken, please. I just…I can’t…”
He chuckles darkly. He’s never had this much power during sex before and it’s turning him on. He knows that you’re already such a little cutie and a sweetie, but he could easily turn you into his perfect little spoiled princess. He begins to pull away, making your orgasm slowly subside.
“I’ll be yours! ‘Wanna be only yours!” you squeal, trying to pull him back in.
Kento smirks and then he nips at your lower lip, “That’s what I like to hear.”
He gets back into the rhythm you need to cum. His thumb rubs your clit, making your thighs shudder and shake around him. As the pleasure builds, you feel tears streaming down your cheeks. Your back arches as stars dance in your vision. A shaky breath falls from your plump lips before you cry out his name. Your silky walls begin to pulse and clench around his already throbbing cock, pushing him over the edge just behind you. Shots of his thick, hot cum fill your waiting womb.
Slowly, you both grind against one another to prolong the pleasure. Then you both still, just basking in the afterglow of the pleasure. Kento kisses you softly, using both his hands to wipe away your tears.
“I’m really sorry for that bullshit I said the other day. You’re a good girl,” He says, pecking your lips.
“It’s okay, Ken. I forgive you.”
You’re both interrupted by a loud knock, followed by a series of giggles and cackles. Your cover is blown, but neither of you really care. The only thing that matters is that you have each other.
Kento helps you freshen up and dress once more, and you help him tuck his softening cock back into his pants. Then, hand in hand, you both exit the bathroom. You’re all smiles as you leave the party, walking on cloud nine as you lead him back to your dorm for round two.
Summary: Natsu finds out that Lucy’s gone on a date, and he doesn’t quite know how to feel about it.
This is the first time I’ve written anything for Tumblr, I hope anyone who sees this enjoys it! :)
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“Damn, I’m stuffed. This new fire roast of yours is so good, Mira.”
“It really doesn’t take much Natsu. You literally just set the thing on fire.”
“You set them on fire so well thouuuggghhhh.”
It was the early evening, and Natsu and Happy had just come back from a job. It wasn’t difficult, all they had to do was protect a merchant and his wears as he travelled from one town to the next. The money they’d made, which wasn’t much anyway, went straight into Natsu and Happy’s meal. They didn’t regret it one bit.
He wiped his face with his sleeve and stood up. “Right, we’re off to Lucy’s. See you later!”
“Oh no you can’t Natsu, she’s busy right now.”
He turned around to look her, “doing what? Is she out on a job? She went alone?”
“No, no she’s…. on a date!”
Natsu’s eyes became saucers. Mira cupped her hands over her mouth, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
“A date you say? How dare she not tell me…” Erza muttered, who could hear the conversation from where she sat nearby.
“Juvia thinks we should stalk!”
“Gray thinks so too.”
“Guys… no.” Came Wendy’s voice from a little further away.
“Oh, Lucy’s going to have me dead by morning. I can’t tell you much about it, but…”
Natsu had stopped listening, the cogs in his brain slowly trying to process this new, shocking information. Hit feet carried him to a bench in the corner of the guild. He slumped down and placed his chin on the table, eyes still wide. Happy followed him over, “hey, you good?”
“…I don’t know.”
The sun had completely set by the time Natsu forced himself up and out of the guild. He began to wander home with Happy slightly lagging behind. He sped up a little every so often to see if Natsu looked like he was in a talking mood, but he never seemed to be. His eyes were trained on the pavement and his feet kept catching on it, not bothering to pick them up properly as he walked.
“…You okay buddy?” He eventually asked, catching up enough to reach Natsu’s shoulder.
He didn’t respond at first. “I’m fine,” he muttered eventually, “just tired. I wanna go home.”
“Why don’t we go to Lucy’s?” He chirped, “we always go to Lucy’s.”
“She’s busy.”
“She won’t be by now, she’s probably back.”
“Let’s just go home, Happy.”
The conversation was decidedly ended on Natsu’s end after that. He picked up his speed and said no more, leaving Happy behind again.
Conversation remained few and far between after they’d returned home. The two of them hadn’t been there in a long time after getting into the habit of staying at Lucy’s every night, so it had accumulated a layer of dust on most surfaces and thick cobwebs had formed on the ceilings and on the corners of some of the furniture.
This, on top of the mess that they’d already left it in, made it look more like a garden shed than a home. To Natsu, in spite of how long he’d lived there, it didn’t feel like home anymore.
Without speaking, he batted his hammock in an attempt to rid it of some dust and clambered up onto it. He turned on his side and faced the wall, bringing his legs up to his stomach as he curled up under the scraggly blanket. Happy understood the message and went to lay on his little bed on the other side of the room, not bothering to try talking anymore.
Instead of going to sleep, he looked up to the collection of requests he’d made above him. His eyes fell on the job at the Evelue mansion that he’d labelled as ‘the first job I ever did with Lucy!’ He smiled a little and looked over some more. Though unlabelled, he could remember every single detail, everything himself, Happy and Lucy had done during the jobs they’d been on as a three.
Though many were unpleasant at best and she’d moan sometimes, Lucy tried to make the best out of bad situations. They always ended up being worthwhile, and more than just for the money. His smile grew as he recounted the memories, but the happiness was temporary and quickly replaced by a dull ache in his chest
He didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all. He wanted Lucy to be happy, yes, but not with some random guy. Not with some random guy that didn’t know her like he did. They don’t know what she likes, what she doesn’t like. What she reads when she’s happy or when she’s upset, that she will try and reserve at least one evening a week to getting better at baking. That she likes her apartment to be clean and orderly or it stresses her out, that she sticks her tongue out a little in an act of concentration when she’s writing. That she likes to be hugged from behind to keep warm when she’s too tired to be embarrassed by it.
No.
He had to see her. The thought of her with someone else left a hole so deep in his soul that it hurt. He didn’t know what the rollercoaster of emotions Lucy made him feel meant half the time, but he knew this one.
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It’d reached half past midnight. Lucy had just finished getting changed and was getting ready for bed when she heard the regular tap on her window. She smiled, rolled her eyes and walked over. She was met with Natsu, his lips forming a thin line, but no Happy. Not thinking much of it, she opened the window and he hopped in, landing quietly on the floor in a more cat-like manner than a human one.
“Where have you been?” She asked, grabbing her dressing gown to cover herself up a little, “it’s so late, I thought you’d decided to stay at the guild.”
“I went back to my house.”
“Oh, really? Why? Did you miss it?”
He looked down at the floor and moved slowly towards the sofa in the middle of the room. He sat down and stayed uncharacteristically quiet.
“Are you alright?” She asked, tilting her head and also walking over to the sofa and sitting down.
He didn’t respond for a while. Eventually, he said, “how was your date?”
Her eyes widened slightly. “You know about that?”
“Mira told me. She told quite a few people, actually.”
“Oh, figures. Typical Mira.”
“So?” He pushed, “did you enjoy it?”
She pondered on his question. “It was alright at first, but by the end I knew we wouldn’t click. None of my jokes hit home and he did an awful lot of talking about himself.”
Natsu’s brows raised. “So you’re not going to meet with him anymore?”
“Probably not,” she answered, “there’s no point in putting effort into something that won’t ever work.”
“…Why didn’t you tell me about it? That you were going?” He asked. For a split second, he looked genuinely hurt.
She sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell anyone until it was over. I only told Mira so that somebody would know where I was in case there was an emergency. I would have done, just not beforehand.”
She sighed again, deeper this time, and put her head in her hands.
“Clearly I’m just destined for a life of being alone.”
“…But you’re not alone.” Natsu murmured quietly, not looking up.
She sat up and turned to him but he didn’t meet her eyes.
“You have us,” he continued, “you have… me.”
He looked up at her, his eyes swimming with something she couldn’t quite work out.
She took a moment to respond, somewhat shocked by his words, a light pink tinging her cheeks.
“I-I know.”
“Are you sure you know?”
She smiled and leant her head back against the sofa. “Yeah I do. We’ll always be together, right?”
He nodded with a smile. Lucy figured that he didn’t mean what he’d said in the way that a small part of her heart wanted him to, but it still made her happy regardless.
“I can’t say I plan on going on anymore dates anytime soon.”
“Good.” He whispered under his breath.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. Come on,” he began to clamber into her bed, “bedtime now. It’s late.”
“You’re not sleeping in my bed!” She moaned, pulling at his clothes with the strength her tired body could muster.
He didn’t move a muscle and looked at her, “are we really gonna play this game again?”
She rolled her eyes, reluctantly accepting defeat. She took her dressing gown off and climbed in after him.
“What was that guy’s name?” Natsu asked after a couple minutes of silence.”
“Why?” She asked.
“So I can set him on fire.”
“Oh for god’s sake.”
“Kidding, kidding. Sort of.”
It wasn’t long until she was fast asleep. Natsu stayed on his side of the bed until he could hear her breathing slow and deepen. Slowly, he crept onto Lucy’s side and slid one arm over her waist. He then waited for a bit to make sure he hadn’t woken her up and began the harder of the two. He cautiously slid his other arm under her neck. Still asleep, she felt the movement and received it, sinking into his bicep. He then snuggled up to and sank into her, fitting his knees into the little nook hers had made.
And there he stayed, listening to the rhythmic sounds of her breathing. In, out, in, out. He was warmer here. Calmer. More at peace. He didn’t like his old shack. He wanted to be at Lucy’s house. With Lucy. Not long after, sleep succumbed to him too.
it isn't a real hug unless your back is pressed against his chest, his flowery cologne and lingering cigarette smoke overpowering your senses. his arms attempt to pull you even closer, creasing his crisp suit.
his head will find its way into the crook of your neck, sometimes peppering kisses and others just resting on the soft skin. he'll nuzzle in close, savoring the time between you two.
you can occasionally hear sanji mumbling to himself, mostly a collection of "i love you so much," or "i wish we could stay like this forever," but sometimes they'll be a little more raunchy...
these kinds of hugs always seem to turn into a sway, a little dance that only sanji's participating in, swinging your bodies side-to-side and humming a pleasant little tune.
and often times you'll find yourself agreeing with sanji's words, wishing that these small moments between the two of you would never end.
thinking about boyfriend! sanji who randomly gets horny from just looking at you half of the time. it would be small things that turn him on too.. like the way your shoulder look in your new tube top. or the way your ass looks when you bend over to grab a pan for him in the kitchen. or just seeing you apply lipgloss on your plump lipssss hes instantly thinking about how your clear glossed lips look around his cock. or how they part when he fucks you or eats you out 5 different times to hell. pulls you in the bathroom or into a abandoned space on the ship where no one will see you. he's automatically begging you to let him experience the heavenly feeling of eating your hot cunt or for you to even bless him with the pleasure of your pillowy lips even touching his tip. idk i just like sanji
Summary:
The moment Nanami knew he never wanted to tie his tie by himself ever again and wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side.
fluffy, nanami x fem!reader, nanami already loves everything you do but something about tying his tie was so intimate and special to him
It had been a year since Nanami officially asked you to be his girlfriend, but you had just started staying over during the weekdays. If either of you would stay at each other's houses, it would only be during the weekends when you both knew the next day could be dedicated to each other. Only recently had that unspoken rule changed.
You had both gone to the mall to shop for your new professional wardrobe and Nanami asked if he could buy a few extra things for you to keep at his house. You both knew what that implied and told him he could buy it, only if you could buy some stuff for him to keep at your house. You had both never been happier to spend more time and money at a crowded mall.
Nanami woke up a bit later for work than usual because of a power outage that turned off his alarm clock and did not charge his phone. You went into work after he did so you make his coffee and pack his lunch while he took a quick shower. You run into the bathroom to let him know he had less than 15 more minutes.
He steps out of the shower and grabs his razor to shave. You reach for the hairdryer he bought for you to keep at his house and start to dry his hair as he quickly shaves. You run out and start to rummage through his closet to set his clothes on the bed. Nanami finishes shaving and follows you out to get dressed.
"Shirt first, hurry," you take the shirt off the hanger and throw it to him.
Nanami begins to button the shirt when you get in front of him and start pulling his collar up and putting his tie around his neck. He looks at you with a questioning look and you quickly explain, "My dad taught me how to tie a tie. Never thought it'd come in handy since I never knew anyone who regularly wore a tie before you." You laugh at the memory but continue what you were doing to avoid making your boyfriend late.
Nanami however... his fingers stop buttoning his shirt. He looks at you, concentration and rush covering your features, but your fingers gently grazed his skin as you looped his tie. She's the first person to ever tie it for me, Nanami thinks. He had to learn how to do it from a video and was later corrected by some older male coworkers who showed him with their own ties.
The events of that morning finally dawn on him. You jumped out of bed right after you felt him jump out and started rushing around the apartment with him. He hadn't even mentioned that he was late, but you opened your eyes and knew what to do. He could smell the coffee from the room and heard the clanking of the leftover containers being opened and slid across counters from the shower. You dried his hair knowing that his route to work was not long enough to let it dry itself, and you took out exactly what he would have worn that day while he shaved. And now... there you stood before him, helping him tie his tie so his hands could do other things.
It seemed so... small. It was so small, so truly insignificant in the scale of life, something that could not hold weight in the world or change anything in the universe. But it changed his life, it was his favorite view in the word, and it would become his universe.
You look up at him and see him staring... and his hands not moving?! You move his hands away from the buttons and rush to finish buttoning it down. He takes your face in his hands and leans down to kiss you slowly. So very slow and soft. It stops you completely and you wrap your arms around his waist, relishing in the smell of his aftershave and body wash. Nanami deepens the kiss and moves an arm around your waist to pull you in closer. As much as you love when he pulls you in, the movement pulls you out of the kiss trance.
"Oh my god, Kento, hurry!! You're late, you're late!"
You step back and shove his pants into his arms. You tell him to hurry and that you'd grab his shoes to put by the door. You start yelling across the apartment that it would rain the entire afternoon and he needed to take the umbrella.
Nanami listens as you rustle through the closet looking for the umbrella and the light thud of what might have been his lunch bag and coffee thermal on the entryway table. He walks out the room putting on his suit jacket and sees you lightly jumping while telling him to hurry with his shoes.
Nanami leans down to tie his shoes but pauses after he's done. He goes to touch your bare leg since you hadn't even gotten dressed after waking up. You only wore his large shirt and underwear. He kneels and carefully lifts one leg to kiss your knee. He looks up from his kneeling position and says, "Thank you for helping. You really didn't have to."
His loving eyes close slightly while you lean down to give him one kiss as your response. "You're late," you whisper against his lips.
Nanami stands and takes his things while waving bye to you and your bed head. He heads out the door and begins a light jog to catch his regular train.
Yeap, she's the one, Nanami thinks.
Nanami spent his lunch break at the jewelry shop looking at rings that would look beautiful on your finger. There were so many engagement rings that would look gorgeous on you, but one caught his eye as he imagined that ring slightly moving on your finger as you tied his tie.
"I like that one. Do you have a size (your ring size) in stock?"
Nanami buys the ring at that moment and texts you to ask if he could come over to your house after work. He does not plan to propose on a regular Tuesday evening with no special plans, but he wants to hug you, smell your lovely perfume, take you some flowers, and give you a special thanks for helping him. And maybe, maaaayybe (most likely), stay over at your house to help him with his tie again the next morning.
Synopsis: Nanami is kinda In The Mood. But it was a tough day, so you aren’t. And that’s completely okay <3
Word count: ~1k
Content tags: fluffy/comfort, some suggestiveness but nothing too spicy, ultimately just cuddles n kisses
You’re in bed early tonight. Really early. You changed into a hoodie and your softest pair of sweatpants as soon as you got home. Fuzzy socks, too. Nanami gets back from work in the late evening, and is surprised to see you already bundled up under his sheets, laying limply on your side. It’s out of character - but kind of adorable. He knows how hard you’ve been working lately, and doesn’t blame you for taking it easy. But he also knows there’s no way you’re falling asleep any time soon. Even when you’re relaxing, doing nothing in particular, sleep doesn’t come easily to you. You’re the type to cozy up in bed and then spend hours on your phone - or more likely, talking. Cuddling…etcetera.
He takes off his tie, but doesn’t bother to change. No need to waste any time. He slides under the blanket, slinging an arm around you, and presses his face into your hair. “Long day?”
“Very.”
He’s surprised at the lack of warmth in your voice - and you barely stirred when he opened the bedroom door. But it’s not unusual for your reactions to be a bit muted when you’re tired. It doesn’t mean anything. He’ll just have to fight a little harder for your attention. His hand brushes down your waist as he kisses the top of your head. “But you made it to the end. I’m proud of you.”
“Barely made it.” You shift, pressing your body tightly against his, seeking his warmth. “I wanna fall asleep, but I can’t.”
“It’s too early for sleep,” he murmurs. “You’d be up at the crack of dawn if you went to bed now.”
You roll onto your stomach, pulling his arm along with you. “I guess.” You do sound sleepy, your voice muffled by the mattress beneath. It’s cute. And he’s had a long day too - he was thinking about you all this evening, wondering what you were doing without him around. This, apparently. Nothing. He’s sure that he can improve upon that. And very sure that he wants to. He can barely see you with the way you’re wrapped up in the sheets, but he doesn’t need a reminder to know how beautiful you are. How lovely you are to touch.
“Well…” He follows the motion of your body, rolling on top of you, wrapping his arms under your shoulders and pressing his cheek against yours. “We should probably come up with something for you to do until you’re ready. Don’t want you getting bored.” You stir slightly as he kisses you on the neck, but say nothing. He twists a careful hand through your hair, his hips pressing into the backs of your thighs, a gentle heat running across his skin. “Pretty girl,” he whispers, trailing his free hand down the side of your stomach, sliding it under the soft fabric of your sweatshirt. “Let me see you.” There’s a quiet intensity to his voice, a familiar sort of anticipation. He slides off to the side, releasing your hair but keeping his hold on your waist, and effortlessly flips you onto your back. There’s an easy, expectant smile on his face - until he sees yours.
There’s something off. Usually, you’re easily charmed by his advances, but tonight he sees none of the color that he expected, none of the light in your eyes. He keeps his hand on you, but his grip softens, his expression falling as your eyelashes flutter, like you’ve just been exposed to a bright light. The only light source in the room is the soft glow of a lamp, but he supposes your eyes might have been closed until now. He should have realized that this wasn’t the time. Should have been able to read it in your posture, your voice.
“I’m sorry…” you try to say, but the words barely make it out of your mouth before he kisses you. It’s not a kiss that asks for anything more, so you sink into it, your body seeming to relax a touch more as he strokes his fingers through your hair.
He pulls back, and rests his head on your chest. “No. No you’re not.” The smile on his face is soft, utterly sympathetic. “I won’t allow it.” His eyes dart up to your face, carefully monitoring your expression. “That wasn’t what you needed. And that’s okay.”
You nod hesitantly, and rest your hands gently on his back. “It was a bad day…I don’t know if I wanna talk about it.”
“And that’s okay too. If you decide to, you can. If not, I’ll just be here.” He pauses, still looking up at you, struggling to keep his voice even and calm. Not wanting to sway your decision. “Unless you don’t want that, either.”
To his relief, you shake your head. “No - stay. Please.”
“As long as you want.” He lets out a long, deep breath and presses his hands under you, wrapping his arms all the way around your body, his hold strong and secure. “I’ve got you.”
“But…”
You still sound guilty. It only makes him squeeze you tighter. “Stop.” He raises his head and kisses your chest, so soft that you can barely feel it through your sweatshirt. “I’ve got you. I don’t need anything else.”
And just like that - you believe him. Entirely. Soon, you’ll talk. But for now - it’s enough to not be alone. Enough to have him, and nothing more. You trail your hands up and down his shirt, already feeling more at ease. It’s going to be alright. He’s going to make sure of it. He’s not going to leave your side until he knows you’re okay, and even then - he’s not going anywhere. The arms wrapped around you, holding you in place, protecting you, are more than enough proof of that.
im ganna do a “Type of Girl He Likes” HCs with some characters rn and i used to see alotta people get mad that the writer didnt describe them whenever those hcs were made🧍🏾♀️
lemme tell yall sum rn—
If i dont describe you dont take it to the mf heart okay its an opinion n ik how yall take shit too seriously by the way yall act with character chat ai so relax this is what I THINK.
Bad Summary: Just describing girls they’d be interested in the Modern AU.
CW: None reallyy.
Sanji
Says he doesn’t have a type but he always finds himself gravitating to a woman of a particular kind.
It’s true he doesn’t discriminate but if he HAD to build a woman she’d be a pervert like him.
He wants a woman that understands him, he’s attracted to woman that loves to sit down for hours and listen to his problems.
He loves a woman that expresses her true feminine side, he will spoil you until the ends of the earth. Don’t worry about paying bills, or anything like that he’s got it. He really wants a woman that is strong willed but is also willing to submit to him and let him be the breadwinner of the relationship.
He loves a woman that is caring and so sweet he gets a tooth ache just from being around her. Being so sweet and tender with him makes his heart melt.
He wants a woman that can be his safe space.
He wants a woman that isn’t afraid to eat.
He wants a woman that is able to see the good side of him, because he has struggles seeing it himself
He wants a woman that isn’t afraid of his touch.
He likes a girl that can be open with what she wants from him, willing to speak up and always tell him “ i love you” even at the most randomest times.
He wants a woman that doesn’t want to change him. Only to help him be a better person.
He is in love with big pretty smiles, it just makes him try harder to make you smile even more.
He wants a girl that babies him, he loves being spoiled too whether he admits it or not.
He wants a woman that can carry his children. He does want his own family one day and knowing she does too makes him the happiest man on earth.
Zoro
He’s attracted to a strong woman, not in physique but emotionally and mentally strong. Not wanting to back down from any obstacle that approaches her life.
He wants a good headache. He is a Tsundere at heart and having a girl that can annoy him (In a healthy way) is something he doesn’t mind adding to his life.
He wants a woman that is patient. He isn’t the best verbally expressing his FEELINGS and if you’re willing to work with him on that he will absolutely make it worth your while.
He wants a funny woman. He loves to have a good time laughing and making memories with her, cracking jokes and just taking it easy
He wants a woman that’s cuddly. He wants his girl to like his personal stuffed animal when he is laying down or sleeping.
He wants a woman that can bring the best out of him.
He likes a micture of a girly girl and a tomboy. He loves his woman to be feisty, smart mouthed and little, but still knows her boundaries as his girlfriend.
He wants a girlfriend that isn’t easily jealous, he doesn’t care for women that expresses little to know trust in him. It’s a bother.
He wants a woman he CAN trust. Showing his feelings is hard. And he wants that reassurance he can work through it with you.
He wants a woman that gives constant hugs and kisses, whether he says it or not he loves the affection and attention of one woman. Everybody else can literally go away when he’s with her.
He wants a private woman. He isn’t a fan of putting his relationship all on social media nor for everybody to know about. Not saying he wants it hidden but not everything they do together needs to be displayed for the public
He wants a woman that knows her self worth. He will never allow her to sit and talk down about herself or think she doesn’t deserve him because in reality he KNOWS he doesn’t deserve her.
He wants a woman willing to listen to him.
He wants a woman he knows he can spend the rest of his life with and not just anything temporary.
Luffy
He wants someone adventurous! He wants a girl that can wake him up from his nap to go hiking or to the park or even out to eat!
He wants a woman that is a tomboy at heart. He doesn’t mind really any kind of girl, but knowing he can be a little more rough with her is actually better for him
He wants a woman that doesn’t try to change his beliefs or his lifestyle. He’s a carefree man and if she is more “strict” living it may not work out
He wants a woman that laughs a lot. Nothing makes him smile more than seeing his girlfriend cackle at his jokes.
Speaking of jokes he also wants a funny woman. He likes girls that doesn’t care for people’s opinions, and willing to be herself regardless of who is around
He wants a woman that can teach him new things. He’s easily impressed so if she is the smarter one in the relationship it helps a lot.
He wants a woman that isn’t sensitive. Nothing wrong with feelings and expressing them but if he cracks a joke and she gets pouty and upset with him over and over and over again it gets tired. Real fast.
He wants a woman taller than him. Height usually isn’t a PREFERENCE for him, he isn’t out looking for a tall woman but he gravitates to them more…..He likes climbing her back.🧍🏾♀️
He wants a woman that loves PDA. Luffy likes to touch, touch, touch, he has no shame. Kissing, hugging, hand holding, all of it.
He wants a woman that stands up for herself. He also finds it attractive when she defends hum as well.
He wants a clingy woman. One that is stuck at the hip with him. He doesn’t like to be alone anyways so having his favorite person always around him soothes him.
