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☘︎𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: older fashion designer!kugisaki x fem!model!reader ☘︎𝐰/𝐜: 1.1k ☘︎𝐚/𝐧: you guys were really up for this huh?😼didn't add smut but lmk if you want another one with smut ! ☘︎𝐜/𝐰: age gap
It was truly by chance that you happened to walk for one of Kugisaki’s shows that the creative director took a liking to you. Maybe it was the shine in your eyes that reminded the luxury fashion designer of her early days, or the way your smile lit up when she talked to you.
The woman had seen almost everything that life has to offer; her hair turned gray from years of experience. So it was no surprise that she came to know of your little crush on her. It certainly did not escape her eyes the way your cheeks would grow a delectable shade of red whenever she praised you. Or the fact that you practically jumped at the offer of becoming one of her brand’s global ambassadors.
And you certainly did not try to hide your ever-growing crush on the woman. Dressing up in the shortest, skimpiest skirts you could find that would definitely flash everyone if you so much as bent a little; Always spraying the perfume that Kugisaki had complimented several years ago whenever you had a meeting with her.
You were utterly and completely smitten by that woman.
And people all around you noticed. Some rolled their eyes while others called you a gold digger. Rumors started to fly about how you were the creative director’s trust fund baby. And none of it bothered either of you.
Or that’s what you believed.
Until one day after a meeting with her board of directors and your PR team, Kugisaki called you over to her office, firm and devoid of the usual smile that you’ve come to love.
“Yes, Nobara?” You smiled, sitting cross-legged on the leather couch in her office.
A smile tugged on her lips before she cleared her throat. “Darling, I know of your little crush on me.”
Your breath hitches in surprise. “Well…?” You ask after a beat of silence, heart beating wildly against your ribs.
Kugisaki smiled gently. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m old enough to be your mother, you know,” she chuckles. “Or grandmother even.”
“And you mean to say?” You say sharply.
Kugisaki rounds her table, kneeling before you, her calloused hands taking your softer ones with such delicacy it hurts your heart. “While I may not worry about what others say, I do worry for you, sweetheart. Such a scandal could stop your career entirely.”
Her words land heavy. It is not that you have not ever thought of that. But it is also the fact that you truly did not care. If falling for a woman so amazing and honourable as Kugisaki was a mistake that stops your career as a promising up-and-coming model and actress, then so be it. You have enough faith in yourself and your talents that you can get a gig at another agency or maybe go for a different job altogether.
“Are you saying that you do not like me?” You bite the insides of your cheeks in anticipation.
“Silly girl, of course I do,” Nobara shakes her head with a smile. “How can anyone resist your charm?”
“Then date me!”
“Are you sure, Y/n? As I said, it might pose a problem for your career.”
You cross your arms over your chest, a pout on your lips. “If I lose my job, will you not be able to keep us afloat?”
“You forget I’m one of the nation’s richest ladies, baby.”
“Then kiss me!” You know you were acting bratty, but you also knew what effect it had on the woman before you.
Nobara chuckled, her hand caressing your cheek endearingly. “I’ve come to love this brattiness of yours too, darling.” She said before tilting your head back, crashing her lips against yours.
The kiss melted your brain, too passionate and entirely too skilled for you. Nobara’s lips guided yours, pulling you closer by the waist as she deepened the kiss, guiding you fully.
Once she parts, your cheeks are red, a hazy look in your eyes as you stare up at the fashion titan, lovestruck. Nobara chuckled, pecking your kiss. “Can’t have my sweet girlfriend lose her mind with a simple kiss, now can I? See you tonight, sweetheart.”
And that had been the start of your now three-year-old relationship with Nobara. And every day has been a blessing since then.
The woman knew how to love you like it was a ritual. Waking up before you to make your coffee exactly the way you like it, kissing you with a morning kiss and showering you with gifts and riches whenever her heart desired.
She did try her best not to let your relationship affect your work. But she did always model her clothes on you first. You were her muse and inspiration, after all.
“I’ve kept a piece for you to try today, dolly. Been working on it for a while.”
You nod, straddling her lap as your hands roam over her body, hers holding you steady. Kissing down her neck, Kugisaki sucks in a breath as you bite on her skin.
“It’ll leave a mark now, dolly. You know I’ve got an important meeting today,” she chided softly, pinching your cheeks.
You poke out your tongue. “Even better! Now they’ll know you have a girlfriend waiting back home.” You grin.
“Naughty girl.”
Going on dates with Nobara was nearly impossible, but she made it possible. Postponing material screening, packing up meetings early, or removing them for the day altogether, all to make some time with her sweet, young girlfriend.
But both of you being as famous as you were, it was inevitable that paparazzi swarmed everywhere the two went. The first time you decided to step out in public after about five months in your relationship, Kugisaki held your hand tight as thousands of cameras flashed a hundred times a second.
Shielding you from the view as much as possible, Kugisaki led you to one of her outlet stores. But your face was plastered on n early all of the major fashion tabloids.
“Famous fashion giant seen with maddeningly young model!”
“Y/n L/n: a Trust Fund Baby.”
“Love or Currency. What is upcoming model Y/n really after?”
Such obnoxious titles scream at your face as you lie with your phone in hand the next day, eyes fixed on a zoom-in of Nobara holding your hand.
“What's the matter, love?” Kugisaki asks, pressing a kiss to your temple before her eyes fall on the glowing screen, a sigh leaving her lips.
“Are you worried? Should I have them taken down?” she offers, caressing your cheek.
Your gaze fixes on hers, fingers softly grazing her black eyepatch. You truly love this woman. More than your own good.
“No, ‘saki,” you smile gently, wrapping your hands around her neck as you pull her down on your body.
“At least they know now that I’m young!”
Kugisaki laughs, nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck.
Maybe she could forgive life after all these years for bringing you to her.
say what you like about him but i have a lot of respect for luo binghe’s courtship methods. like he tried the “look what you’re missing out on” approach okay, he gave it a fair go. “look how cool and hot and powerful i am” is a straight up classic and he had it nailed down, he had his evil sword and dramatic poses to strike, he was locked tf in. but then when that failed to work he pivoted like a champion, going from his sexy badass persona to full-on sad kitten out in the rain, and i don’t think he gets enough credit for that. he is a grownass demonic emperor with subjects and presumably a lot of enemies looking for weakness, and yet he has fully committed to the untried and extremely specific “warbling baby bird” approach to wooing shen qingqiu. he is wailing and clinging to the best of his exceptional ability, all dignity abandoned, to get his man. that’s dedication.
No like a genuine question for all of you, how do you justify Annie??? She's cruel and a coward. Freezing up for years, coming out only when everything is done. She killed so many people without a second thought, and so ruthlessly too. An act of goodwill at the end doesn't change the past. I hate her.
I FUCKING HATE ANNIE LEONHEART I HATE THAT FUCKING BITCH FUCK YOU FUCK YOUUUUUUUYYY I HOPE YOU DIE A MISERABLE FUCKING DEATH WITHOUT EVER EXPERIENCING TRUE FUCKING LOVE MAN FUCK YOU HOPE ARMIN DIVORCES YOU I FUCKING HATE YOU FUCKING DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I'm so done with fighting men over jjk💔 males I personally know say that they don't like jjk because "its shit and carried solely by animation".
I'm not saying that there are no male jjk fans but I find frustrating is, many men don't want to watch or dislike this anime because it "caters to the female gaze." And for the record, gege doesn't even sexualize his male characters
They are just well drawn. And as much as i hate akutami for how he killed ny glorious blue-eyed king(yes, i will harbour this grudge till the day i die), I truly love him for rejecting the industry standard of drawing women with comically infuriating body proportions
Don't even get me started with the power system in jjk. Its complicated, a bit hard to understand but I personally think thats a great thing! Not every anime has to have a simple power system like dragon ball or solo leveling(i hate this manhwa and anime with a burning fucking passion)
So in conclusion, men will eat up with sexualized women in animes and media but will get angry when the creators treat their female characters with basic dignity and respect. Got it.
Okay okay BUT I DONT UNDERSTAND THE APPEAL OF HETERO OMEGAVERSE??! like isnt it just real life with perfumes and shit???? I want my men pregnant. You guys guys can get the actual experience irl, leave my omegaverse alone😔
