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Yandere batfam with a sick reader?

Yes but sick reader who is still defiant because hello, they kidnapped you?????

Reader is just glaring at them with tired eyes and a red nose as they once again tuck her under the covers, Dick is highly worried as he frets over you like a mama hen because he did have a heart attack when he caught you standing in front of your open window, where "harsh" gusts of cold air were "attacking your fragile form", so of course, he had to drag you in and wrap his arms around you, rub his cheek against you because he NEEDS to warm you immediately, lest you die of hypothermia.

Yes, Dick overreacts. And yes, Damian will accompany his brother in his delusions, or well, take any chance he gets to scold you.

"You should be in bed, Y/n." Damian said sternly, his eyes narrowed because how dare you worry his favourite brother like this. "Didn't Dick tell you to rest? Are you that incapable of following simple commands?"

You narrowed your eyes back at him, opening your mouth to say something mean but got cut off by your own coughing fit, making Dick rush to help you drink some water, rubbing your back along it. Your throat felt scractchy, and it hurt to speak, but you still wanted to convey your feelings so-

You flipped him off. For a nano second, because Dick immediately grabbed your hand and tucked it back under the covers while Damian's eyes widened at you disrespect, but before he could make any more gremlin noises, but Bruce walked in and Damian knew better than to complain to him about you when youre already sick, cause Bruce wouldve still favoured you.

"Y/n? How do you feel now?" Bruce asked, his voice gentle as he walked closer to where Dick was throwing away your mountain of tissues.

"Im fine. I wanna go out-" "No." "And why not?" "Because youre sick." "You may be Batman, but youre not a doctor!" "I am your father though."

No, youre not. You wanted to say, but knew that would only piss him off and you need to be on his good side if you want Dick and the others to be off your back so that you can escape.

"Whats her temperature?" Bruce asked Dick, who put a thermometer in your mouth quickly. Dick sighed as he told Bruce how you were out of bed and standing in your balcony in the cold just moments ago.

Bruce placed a palm over your forehead, and you tried to move away but there wasnt really any space or energy for you to do that. Bruce's eyes shifted the slightest bit at your burning forehead. "Why do you insist on getting out of bed and sleeping on the floor? Ive already had to pick you up 3 times in the past 2 days."

You pulled out the thermometer and glared at him. "Im fine. Its just sniffles." Bruce's lip quirked a little. You looked absolutely adorable in your delirious state, like an angry kitten.

"I dont think its just sniffles this time. And-" Bruce pulled the thermometer from your hands that you were hiding under the covers. "-dont hide the thermometer from me." His eyes scanned it and the twitch in his brow was enough for Dick to know that the number was too high.

Bruce then eyed the cough syrup next to your side table- its still full.

"Why havent you been taking your medicine?"

"Im not sick-"

"White paint has more color than you do right now. So why havent you been taking the medicine?" Bruce asked and even though he was a little annoyed, he had enough practice dealing with the other kid's rebellious phases to have the patience of a saint.

You shrugged. "How do I know its just cough syrup and not a sedative?" "It is a sedative too. Its supposed to make you sleepy." "Well, I dont wanna sleep and let my guard down in a house full of 5 strange men." You obviously never counted Alfred- hes the only normal one here- except for the part that he wont call the cops for you, but oh well.

Bruce just casted a look to Dick and before you knew it, Dick was pinching your nostrils close and titling your head up while Bruce grabbed the syrup and poured some in your mouth before clamping his hand over it. You struggled to break free, but you were obviously no match to them. Still, tears of frustration pricked your eyes as you looked at them in betrayal and hatred.

"Drink this and dont argue with me, please." Bruce said- well, he genuinely requested at this point.

You didnt have much of a choice other than swallowing it.

With a defiant glare, you begin closing your eyes as your body gave into the effects of the drug, the last thing that you felt were Bruce kissing your forehead while Dick pecked your cheek.

Jason finally decides to drop by the Wayne manor, only to be greeted with the sight of reader lying on the kitchen floor. His heart stopped for a moment- you werent breathing-

"Y/n!" He rushed to your side, only to be smacked in the face by you.

"Shush. Dont be too loud." Your voice sounded like sandpaper against rocks.

Jason huffed. "Well, sorry for freaking out. I thought you were dead-"

"From a cough? Im not weak."

"Yeah? So, what exactly are you doing on the cold floor in the middle of the night?"

"..."

"Well?"

"What? So I cant even take a nap in this house? Jesus Christ, am I allowed to have any autonomy here?"

"Y/n." Jason called, clearly unamused by your sarcasm.

"Fine. I may have fallen and then didnt have the energy to get up, so im just catching my breath here."

"Why are you even out of bed?"

"I was hungry and Im not gonna drink another spoon of Alfred's bland soup again." Alfred made it bland on purpose so that your throat wouldnt be irritated.

"Please stop wasting whats left of your voice on complaints of the soup that you cant even taste." Jason chuckled as he picked you up, only for you to push at his chest weakly.

"I dont need your help. I can walk on my own."

Jason quirked a brow. "If you can make it to the front door without fainting or throwing up, I'll help you escape." You stared at the front door- it wasnt too far, but judging by the fact that its even hard for you to breathe properly and that youve fainted way too many times by just standing for more than a couple of minutes.

But youre stubborn. With great effort, you pushed yourself off Jason and used the kitchen island to pull yourself up. Jason decided to walk in front of you and stand near the kitchen exit because he really wanted to see your struggling face.

You took a trembling step, then another, one hand still using the support of the island until it ended and you were only a couple of feet away from Jason. At this point, you were already out of breath and when you took another step, your legs gave out and the room began spinning.

Luckily, Jason was quick to react. "Alright, just place your arm around mine- or just fall on me, that works too." He teased when you couldnt hold your body weight.

You slumped in his arms. "Just take me to my room." You huffed.

"Alright." Jason lifted your legs up and carried you back up the stairs. "You know you'd get better a lot faster if you just stayed in bed and took your medicine on time. Wouldnt that make your chances of escaping the manor better?"

You stared at him blankly. "Wow. The world must be ending for Jason Todd to be making logical suggestions."

Jason rolled his eyes as he tucked you in bed. "Im just saying, if you get better faster, you'll get to try running from us quicker too."

How do you explain to him that you just dont want to comply to them, even when they're helping you. How do you explain that you dont wanna listen to them because the soft pitiful, patronising look they get in their eyes when they look at you makes you wanna scream and carve your skin out. These are strangers, rich men who just kidnapped you to be a part of their family. No one is that kind. And nothing ever comes for free. Nothing.

"Do you need something? Food, perhaps?" Jason asked. You shook your head. "No, I think Im gonna throw up."

"Oh shit." Jason was hauling his ass out of the room t get you a bucket, only to return with a backpack.

You barely held your puke as you asked. "Wait- whose is this?"

"I dont know!? Damian's?!"

You grinned. "Oh, perfect." You proceeded to throw up into Damian's bag. That little shit just got on your nerves.

BONUS:

"I know you have attachment issues with your blanket but its been a couple of days now and you need to let me wash it." Dick said, trying to tug it out of your grip.

You sniffled and glared. "Im not a child who needs their blankie, Dick. Im just too cold without it and no other blanket can warm me up the same way it does."

"Give the blankie, Y/n." Dick said seriously.

"Its not a blankie." You retorted, but before you could react, Tim suddenly grabbed you while Dick ripped away the blanket. And even though he immediately replaces it with a clean blanket, you still let out a gut wrenching cry

"You'll have it back tomorrow-" Tim starts saying, only for you to sneeze directly in his face, making him freeze.

"And that's why we use tissues." Dick says, wiping both your nose and Tim's face with tissues, while you're not making any effort to suppress the grin that comes on your lips.

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melancholymetropolis · 1 month

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Exchange pt. III

plot: In which Gojo and Y/N wake up together and have morning sex

pairings: Clan Leader!Gojo Saturo x Lawyer!Reader

genre(s): Porn with Feelings

warnings: unedited (mostly). PORN PORN PORN!!!!!!!!!! (This is kinda stand-alone piece) safe sex. oral sex (f receiving). light choking. multiple positions. fingering. squirting. PIV SEX. pet names (sweetheart, sweetness, darling, etc.) multiple orgasms. LAUGHING DURING SEX. lowkey rom com vibes. play wrestling.

song association: Fetish by Selena Gomez

a/n: don't fight me! I come with smut (3k words worth)

w.c: 4.6k

part(s): Part I Part II

A head of unruly, white hair rested comfortably on my chest. Gentle breaths eased out of the owner's nostrils as he slept peacefully. Parted, pink lips were left slightly ajar and pushed out a deep breath every so often. A pool of drool fell from the mouth as well. It created a medium size spot on my tee shirt. His strong arms were wrapped around my midsection and one of his legs was resting between mine. Saturo held onto me like I was his lifeline. The very oxygen gracing his lungs. Even in his sleep, the man couldn't fake his affection for me.

My hand found his hair moments later. My fingertips caressed the thick, full locks tenderly. He was truly something of a fairy tale. His face was almost angelic in the low light. It kissed his pale skin like a lover and embraced him with a fondness I knew all too well. Wispy, white lashes graced his drowsy eyes. My hand lowered from his hair and to his cheek. My fingers brushed against the smooth, clear skin of the area.

“Keep touching me like that,” Saturo grunted, nuzzling my chest. “And I'll get the wrong idea.”

A soft smile fell onto my lips. “And what idea is that?”

“That you're falling in love with me.” Amusement dripped from his voice like a faucet.

I playfully swatted the top of his head. “Oh shut up!”

He lifted his head from my chest in one swift motion. His blue eyes sparkled in the low light and that sleepy smile stabbed me in the heart.

Holy fuck is he gorgeous, I found myself thinking.

“Admit it, sweetheart,” he teased. “You’re falling in love with me. I mean why else would you invite me to your bed.”

“Maybe because it was 3 AM when we finished eating?” I suggested, a smile falling to my lips. “And you shouldn’t be driving while exhausted?”

He paused, pretended to think for a minute, before shooting me the cockiest fucking look I had ever seen in my life. “It could be that,” he started. “Or, you were just so worried about your husband’s well being that you wanted him to sleep safely in your arms for the night.”

“Boy, bye!” I chuckled, pushing against his shoulders. “Now you’re dragging it.”

Saturo lifts his body from mine and I instantly felt a cooling sensation dance between the space.

“Come on, wifey,” he grinned. “You don’t have to hide feelings from your husband.”

I shoved at his shoulders again. “Keep talking like that and I’m gonna kick you off the bed.”

“Oh, I’d like to see you try,” he provoked.

A knowing smirk fell on my lips. “Challenge accepted.”

Before Saturo could throw a snide comment my way, both of my legs hooked around his waist. At the same time, my arms latched underneath his pits. I swung our bodies to the left, effectively switching our positions. I straddled his waist, allowing my lower half to pin his legs to the bed. I placed both hands on his T-shirt covered chest and pinned his upper half down as well. His blue eyes widened with utter astonishment, fear and a little something else I couldn’t exactly catch.

“Fuck, you’re stronger than I thought,” he gasped, eyes trailing over my body. His chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace. “I was not expecting that. Like at all…. Shit. I think you took my breath away. Literally.”

Laughter erupted from my chest and poured from my lips. “Well, there's a first time for everything.”

His hands rested on my thighs, a look of amazement still on his face. “Seriously, sweetheart, is there something you're not telling me.”

“Like what?” I giggled.

“I don't know. . . Like maybe you have a secret second life that requires you to be as strong a fucking body builder.”

“Seriously, ‘Toru, you're being ridiculous.”

“I'm not being— wait. What did you just say?”

I raised an eyebrow. “That you're being ridiculous?”

“Before that,” a smile slowly formed on his face.

“Seriously?”

“After that.”

“I didn't say anything—”

“Don't deny it, sweetness,” the smile was so wide that it practically covered half of his face. “You called me by my first name.”

“I did no such thing!” I crossed my arms over my chest and playfully avoided his gaze.

“Not only that,” he replied, lifting his back from the bed. “You gave me a nickname.”

“No I did not—ah!”

Saturo flipped our bodies back to their original position, with him on top. His massive hand took hold of both of my wrists and pinned them above my head. His knees rested on either side of my thighs, caging my body underneath his. Saturo used his other hand to cradle my face and direct my gaze directly into his eyes. They were electric blue, once again. They shined brightly before me in a way I had only seen twice before. Once at the wedding and the other last night in the restaurant. They searched my face for something I couldn't necessarily pick up. Some truth hidden beneath the surface that I was too scared to reveal. The longer he stared, the deeper the ringing in my ear sounded.

“Say it again,” his voice dropped to a whisper.

“Say what?” I smirked, pulling at my wrists.

“Playing coy is gonna get you in trouble, sweetheart,” he replied, returning my smirk. “I'd watch it if I were you.”

“And what exactly are you gonna do, Ole husband of mine?” I replied, a lustful glint in my eye. “Spank me?”

His jaw clenched and the grip on my wrists tightened. “Please don't threaten me with a good time, sweetness.” He shivered, visibly. “I'll have you on my lap before that cute little nickname leaves your lips a second time.”

“Is that a promise?” I said, allowing my eyes to drop half lidded.

Saturo sucked in a breath and he clenched his jaw. “I am trying my best to behave. To be the gentleman you deserve. But all I can think about is burying myself in that sweet pussy and fucking you until the next sun rise. So, please, darling, don't tease me. My meager heart cannot take it.”

The desire burned in his eyes like sunshine through a magnifying glass. Point it at just the right angle and the object underneath would catch fire. The object or, more specifically, the person underneath said magnifying glass happened to be me. His gaze was beginning to set my body ablaze. Flashes of our last entanglement flickered through my mind like an old film. The heaviness of his body against mine as he pumped into me like a piston. The feeling of his tongue on my skin and how he groaned my name. I remember the way my nails scraped against the wooden headboard behind us. Remembering the rhythmic banging had sent me shivers down my spine. The look on his face made my womanhood tingle. He was remembering that night too. The evening my shins shook violently on his shoulders and he came so hard his entire body convulsed.

It was also the last night we spent together before the wedding.

The same night I left him.

A subtle pain started to throb in my chest from the memory. The guilt slowly threatened to consume me. I reassured myself that I knew better, currently. I knew that the white haired above me was more than just a vacation fling. More than just a cheap thrill to distract me from the tipsy bride-to-be and the plastered bridesmaids. He was a good guy, underneath that silly demeanor. He was thorough. Saturo weighed every option presented to him before coming to a conclusion. He was consistent. When he finally chose said option, he would try his hardest to see it through. He was passionate. There wasn’t a challenge he couldn’t overcome. A person he couldn’t charm. Myself included.

“Left nightstand,” I found myself saying, a subtle smile on my lips. “Top drawer.”

“What’s in there?” A confused look colored his face.

“Condoms.”

The confused look morphed into three different expressions as the realization of what I said hit him. The first being shock. His eyebrows rose and his grip on my wrists loosened. The words rising over in his brain several more times before it morphed into a look of adoration. Saturo’s eyes eased halfway closed and a small smile formed on his lips. His shoulders relaxed and the grip he had on my wrists was forgotten. A gentle hand cupped my cheek before the final expression took over his face: unadulterated joy. He leaned his body down and pressed his forehead to mine. I could practically hear his heart pounding in his chest. Singing a song I was quickly learning the lyrics to. His hot breath fanned my face and his eyes looked deeply into mine; as if he could see my soul. See how it was opening up for him and how it searched for him after all this time.

“Can I kiss you?” The question was breathless on his lips. Almost like the moment we were having wasn’t real. Almost as if I weren’t real.

“Please.”

The softness of his lips melted the ice covering my defenses. My arms wrapped around his neck and I started to pull Saturo closer. The weight of his body broke down the walls I eradicated to keep him out of my heart. His touch pulled away the feelings of confusion and uncertainty. He moaned against my lips; his arms so tightly around my body I could barely breathe. I could barely form a thought, other than the one that we seemed to share.

I want you.

When the need of oxygen became prevalent for the both of us, I pulled away. My eyes were blurry with lust and I could hear myself panting like horny teenager after such an embrace. Saturo’s hot mouth continued to lay kisses along my neck and shoulder. His hips dropped from the levitating position and situated themselves between my open legs. Saturo arched his back, almost like a feline, and started to grind his pelvic area against mine. The clothes and blanket between us did nothing to hide the intensity of his erection. The teasing thrusts of his hips were sending shivers down my spine, the anticipation of what was to come driving me up the wall.

A warm hand wiggled between our two bodies and slid underneath my shirt. The wide palm pressed against the soft tissue of my left breasts before giving it a squeeze. At the same time, the bastard ran a hot tongue against the side of my neck. I moaned as a result. His fingers found the nipple instantly. Saturo ruled the bud between his fingers, while leaving little nips at my shoulder.

“Care to help me out, sweetness?” He asked softly.

His voice was deep with sleep, but had been coated with lust.

Saturo’s half opened blue eyes looked down at me as if I were hiding something.

The ghost of a smile on his perfect pink lips had me melting in the middle.

“Yes. . . ?” Was all I could mutter after staring at him for a noticeable amount of time.

“Take your shirt off for me, baby,” he replied, the humorous look on his face growing into a full-blown grin.

As I lifted the shirt over my head, a thought appeared in my mind. Saturo was not the kind of person to pressure me into doing things I didn't want to do. Sure, in the beginning, he was a little shit about hanging out and getting to know me— though he never forced me to do it. Nor did he guilt trip into going out with him. Saturo gave me an option. He made it known that it was always my choice to have whatever relationship I wanted with him.

My hands gripped the bottom of the T-shirt and pulled the garment from my body. The cool air in the bedroom caused me to shiver slightly. The man above me froze the moment he caught sight of my bare breasts. His eyes rolled over them like water on a leaf as his tongue ran against his bottom lip. Saturo brought his face to my chest while panting. His mouth was already ready ajar while he gripped the first mound and brought the dark brown bud to his lips. We both moaned at the action. His eyes fluttered closed as he suckled the needy nipple. After a few moments, he released it with a pop and started to swirl his tongue against it. I squirmed beneath him. I wanted nothing more.

His warm hand slid down my bare belly as he switched to the other nipple. The slender fingers shimmied under the waistband and found my sticky womanhood. Two digits ran along my slit before dipping into the folds and circling my bud. A pleasurable sigh left my body from the sensation. My hips rolled against his hand. The friction was utterly delicious on the neglected area. I felt my body vibrate beneath his; the desire to be consumed by him becoming too great to ignore.

A little while later, Saturo lifted his head from my breast and started to kiss down my navel. His eyes flickering up to meet mine every so often. I nervously nipped my bottom lip as I watched his face grow closer to my cunt. His hands pulled at the legs of the sleep shorts; I raised my hips to assist in the action. The cool air on my warm cunt made me shiver. An unholy groan left Saturo’s lips as his eyes stared at the curly mound.

“No panties, huh?” His eyes snapping back to mine.

“I hardly ever sleep with them on,” I admitted with a shrug.

“Noted,” he said with a smirk.

Saturo, then, spread my legs nice and wide to get a better view. I saw his breath hitch at the sight. His thumb ran against the slick slit and I moaned from the feather-like strokes. He pushed my hips apart further and brought my body closer to the edge of the bed. With knees planted on the floor and both hands planted on the backs of my thighs, Saturo dove right in.

Long, slow licks graced my neglected folds and I shuddered beneath him. The tip of his plush tongue ran from my drenched center to the throbbing pearl. He circled said pearl with agonizingly slow movements that made me squirm.

“Stop teasing,” I purred, gently combing through his messy hair. “I thought you wanted to bury yourself in my sweet pussy, or whatever you said earlier.”

A low chuckle rumbled through him and Sauro’s eyes caught mine. “Aren’t we impatient, sweetness?” He nipped at the side of my thigh, earning a smile from me.

“Well, it has been a while since you performed your husbandly duties. . .” I trailed off with a knowing smile.

“Oh?” Saturo raised an eyebrow. “So I am your husband now?”

“I mean, you could go back to being my cheap whore,” I teased, propping myself up on my elbows. “I’ll give you a few bills before I send you away.”

“I knew you did that shit on purpose!” Saturo barked with laughter.

“It wasn’t my intention, but I am not denying the allegation.”

Saturo swatted my leg playfully before throwing me a stern look. “Just for that, I should leave you like this. Hot and bothered.”

“You could,” I nodded. “But, you won’t.”

Saturo narrowed his eyes. “. . . I won’t.”

“Good boy.”

His mouth was on my heat once more, sucking the throbbing pearl into his scorching mouth. The teasing was over and the real game began. As Saturo sucked, the tip of his tongue brushed against the underside of my clit every so often. I squirmed beneath him as the pleasure rose in my belly. He must’ve remembered our last time together. The way I creamed all over his face when did that exact movement with his tongue on my womanhood. A flash of something familiar crossed his eyes and watched an arm wrap around my right thigh, as two fingers brushed my entrance. As if to ask for permission.

“If you add those digits, darling, I’m gonna make a mess of that pretty face.” I sighed, attempting to sound unenthusiastic about the action. “I hope you’re prepared for that.”

The taller gentleman groaned against my cunt, but never removed his mouth from it. He pushed both fingers into my awaiting hole and I sucked in a breath. The digits curled in my sex and found the familiar spongy center at the roof of it. My thighs shook in his arms. Saturo massaged the area with a firm hand. He kneaded my g-spot into submission and I felt body start to vibrate underneath him.

“Oooh. . .” I cooed, brushing his hair from his eyes. “Just like that. . . Don’t stop. . .”

Saturo groaned again, his eyes half-closed as he looked up at me.

He was truly enjoying himself, more than he assumed possible.

His desire, like mine, tainted the air with its sweet music. I could hear them clearly, despite the amulet hanging from my neck. The energy he oozed was far more powerful than anything I had previously encountered. It bellowed out to me in such a way that it was hard to ignore it. The ringing in my ear was subtle, almost like a whisper from a lover. A warm pool in my stomach started to grow. One by one, my limbs grew unfeeling. I could feel absolutely nothing by Saturo’s mouth on my pussy. My eyes started to roll back as my back arched from the bed. My nails dug into the bed sheets as my mouth hung open. The climax was deep and guttural. It pulled a sound from my being that I did not recognize. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until the pressure in my chest grew too great. I had to force a giant wave of cool air to flood my lungs as I cried out Saturo’s name. I felt my legs shake against his face, as he continued to suck my clit.

“Too much!” I gasped, nudging his head away from my sensitive womanhood. “Stop! Please. . .”

Saturo removed his lips from the aching bud and pressed wet kisses on my soft stomach. He crawled up my body and took me in his arms. He held me tightly as the aftershocks of the orgasm started to wear off. With my back pressed against his chest, I felt myself relax almost instantly. His presence was certain as the sunrise and it warmed me immensely. We laid in silence for several moments, but it wasn’t awkward. It was peaceful. I could’ve stayed like that forever.

The taller gentleman pulled away for a breath moment. Moments later, I heard the familiar slide of the nightstand’s drawer open. Followed by that was a gentle crinkle of plastic and then a soft hiss fell from his lips. Saturo’s arms were around me before my body grew cold. He pressed hot kisses on my naked shoulder, before pressing his hard length on my bare ass.

“Are you still up for this, sweetness?”

“Yes,” I replied, breathless.

The throbbing member sank into my center from behind and I swore I saw stars. His strong arm hooked across my middle to steady himself. His hips rolled against my plush rear and soft moans spilled from his lips afterward. The weight of his body on mine and the feeling of his breath against my ear was indescribable. The thoughts spinning in mind were in one category: adoration. Maybe it was the dopamine and adrenaline creating a toxic cocktail on my emotions, but all I could think about was my future with Saturo. The way our mornings could be just like this one. Filled with sensual love-making and intimacy that made my head spin. The way he cradled by body as he thrusted into me was exhilarating. He held me like I was going to disappear at any moment.

After a short while, he hiked my left leg into the arm and hooked his arm around my thigh. Saturo tilted his hips backward and started to thrust into me a little bit harder. My shoulders fell into the crook of his arm as my back pressed against the soft mattress. His cock moved deeper into my cunt and pressed a pleasure point I had forgotten I had. My eyes rolled back and the air in my throat grew thick. My nails dug into his forearms as I felt my toes curl.

“There it is,” Saturo snickered. “That’s the face I am looking for.”

“ ‘Turo. . .” I moaned, my head falling back onto his shoulder.

He shuddered from the sound of the nickname and moved his hips faster against my ass.

My eyes rolled back as I felt the pressure in my belly grow once more. My nerves were buzzing and started to feel my body begin to heat all over. The sensations coursing through me were simply incredible and I didn’t want them to end. I never wanted to be separated from the feeling Saturo, my husband, was giving me.

Gradually, the thought of being married to him did not repulse me. It ignited a sort of excitement within me that I kept hidden from the public eye. To have such a biblically beautiful man on one’s as we simply lived life would greatly boost anyone’s ego. For that same man to be downright obsessed with everything about me was something entirely different. The passion he had for me was simply extraordinary. The sweet words that fell from his lips as he fucked me tenderly had made my heart sing. The heat from his body and the power that surrounded him was simply ethereal. All reasonable doubt slipped from my mind the longer the thrusted into me. All I could think about was Gojo Saturo and coming home to his girthy cock every night.

One by one, I felt my limbs go numb and my body stiffen. Keep, harsh breaths poured from my lips as my eyes squeezed shut. The feeling of his cock slipping against my walls had broken through the numbness. I could feel said walls begin to contract, squeezing his member tightly as I climaxed. A gush of cool air filled my lungs as my body melted into his.

“Don’t stop!” I screamed, gripping his arm tightly. “Please don’t stop. . . oh God. . .”

The second wave of the orgasm made my entire body shake against his. My hips bucked against his thick member and my thigh shook in grasp. The older gentleman tried everything to keep the slippery limb from his grasp, but to no avail.

Frustrated, Saturo rolled my stomach and wrapped a hand across my chest. He pressed his entire body against my back, before putting a hand on my throat. Upon pressing his hips against my ass, I realized that his cock was even deeper than it was before. Saturo started to rock his hips against my soft ass and I had never felt something so marvelous in my entire life. The pressure in which he used to fuck me was unholy. The head of his brilliant cock was hitting a pleasure point so deep in my pussy that I was sure that the other lover knew it existed. The weight of his body pushed my pelvis nearly flat against the mattress and added pressure to my stomach. Just between my thighs I felt something rather fluffy nestled right against my apex. The cushioned item slid against my throbbing clit with each thrust and I felt my entire body shiver.

I had no idea when Saturo shoved a pillow between my thighs, but I knew the move was far from a mistake.

“You are so… fucking… perfect,” He stammered, pounding into slick pussy like his life depended on it. “The best. . . person. . . for me.”

Saturo’s grip on the bedsheets tightened and I felt his hips begin to twitch against mine.

He was getting close.

“Tell me,” I said, breathless. “Tell me that you're mine.”

Soft curses fell from his lips as the fingers on my neck tightened. Jagged breaths fell from his lips as his hips moved faster against my lower half. The heaviness of the member pushed against the roof of cunt. Added with the weight of his body against mine meant that Saturo was annihilating two of my pleasure points at once. The addition of the pillow meant that he was three. I couldn’t even feel the last orgasm building as I felt with the prior two. The lovely man was simply taking me onto an ongoing wave of pleasure, equipped with peaks and valleys.

The grinding of his body against mine was mind-numbing. I could feel little dribbles of drool spill from the side of my mouth as he fucked me. Incoherent words spilled from my lips like a drunk prayer, along with a few slurred sprinkles of his name. I never wanted that moment to end, I never wanted him to stop pounding me into the mattress as the late morning sun illuminated our sweat soaked bodies. I wanted the moment to last forever. I wanted to stay with him forever; for in that moment he was truly mine.

My friend.

My lover.

My. . . husband.

The orgasm poured over me like a soothing wave. It was just as deep as the other two, but didn’t have such violent muscle tension. My eyes squeezed shut as I rode on the high. It made my entire body warm and my heart tingle. It made me thankful for the impulsive decision to invite him into my apartment and into my bed. I almost scolded myself for not doing it sooner. The heavy member still pressed against the inflated, spongy area in my cunt. Every thrust had sent electricity throughout my body. The little control that Saturo was holding onto slipped through his fingers. The power behind his thrusts grew elevated and resulted in him practically dropping his cock in my awaiting hole. The movement further stimulated my sensitive clit, since his heaviness caused my womanhood to have even more contact with the pillow. My pearl ground against the plush surface hard as Saturo fucked me deeper than before.

“I’m gonna cum again!” I screamed, pulling at the sheets. “I’m gonna cum again!”

“That’s it, baby,” Saturo grunted. “Scream for your husband.”

His fingers pressed deeper into the sides of my neck as my eyes rolled back for the millionth time. The word ‘yes’ spilled from my lips as if it were the only word in the dictionary. I could feel my legs shake violently beneath him and my mouth open wider than it ever had. A warm pool of liquid started to spill from my sticky cunt shortly after, resulting in a small puddle forming between my thighs. The scream that left my throat was so intense that it was silent. I could feel the massive man above me begin to shudder uncontrollably as his heavy member twitched within my snatch. His body fell onto mine in a sweaty heap and Saturo took a moment to catch his breath.

His hand slipped from my throat and he laced the digits with my shaky one. He pressed soft kisses onto my shoulders as I caught my breath.

“I am yours,” he replied, finally acknowledging my request. The one I nearly forgot. “As you are mine. Forever”.

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a/n: before you come for me (pun intended), just know that the next installment may not be the happiest.

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b1mbodoll · 7 months

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okay so, back on my hanbin stuff because he is so boyf.... I am vv lazy and vv sleepy so I often think about cockwarming, especially about cockwarming hanbin. pls think with me, just sitting on his lap with his cock inside you, all drolly and sleepy resting your head on his shoulder while he works, and he is rubbing circles in your back and whispering praises in your ear that your doing so well for him and taking him so well, being such a good girl :( you fall asleep midway and wake up to him fucking you very lightly, when he notices you're awake he just goes "slept well, doll?" and starts fucking you harder and you just start seeing starts because he hits all your spots so good :'( the hanbin brain rot is real and I am suffering from it severely these past few days.

🪱💤 haha get it? sleepy worm cause I'm sleepy... ill see myself out sorry

pairings: sung hanbin x f! reader

warnings: cockwarming + somnophilia + praise + breeding + creampies + pregnancy ment + daddy kink + spit

💌: my wormie baby im so sorry for the wait but i hope u like this <33 thank u for sending this in i adore u mwah ♥︎

hanbin knows you’re addicted to bein’ stuffed full :( he knows your dumb lil brain cant think of anything other than when he’s gna breed ur lil cunt n he thinks its so cute bc youre so obsessed with him <3 you always take everything he gives you like a good lil girl ‘nd what kind of daddy would he be if he didnt satisfy your needs 🥺 that’s why he decides to fuck you til you pass out n keeps you impaled on his cock even as you sleep, your unconscious body twitching every now and then when his cockhead prods at your cervix.

you wake up to hanbin still buried deep inside your cunt n it makes you whine 🥺 globs of cum making a mess where his dick met your hole. “binnie?” you whisper, mindlessly grinding your hips, trying to pleasure yourself by using your sleeping boyfriend.

you attempt to shake him awake before whispering harshly, “daddy, wake up! please wake up, need to feel you cum in me again, pretty please.”

hanbin stirs at your whiny voice, his heart clenching because of your pitiful tone. “‘s okay pretty baby, ‘m here, daddy’s here. i’ll fill you up again don’t worry, jus’ settle down for me, doll.” he presses a loving kiss to your nape, biting softly when he pulls away.

a content sigh escapes you as your daddy begins to quicken his thrusts, grunting in your ear as attemps to help you reach your orgasm and selfishly chases his own, cock throbbing inside of you.

“always such a good little girl for daddy, love you so much.” hanbin’s voice is laced with affection and it makes your heart melt, feeling butterflies in your tummy as you grow shy. “doin’ so well, ‘m gonna cum, princess. daddy’s gonna knock you up n keep you nice n bred, jus’ how you like it.”

his dick turns you into a dumb drooly mess, spit leaking down your chin as white hot pleasure overcomes you, eyes crossing and your cunt spasming when you cum. the vice grip your cunt has on hanbin’s length draws every drop of semen from him, white ropes spraying deep inside your hole, flooding your womb and making you mewl pathetically.

#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot #♡.sweetheart: 🪱💤#zb1 #zerobaseone #sung hanbin #zb1 x reader #zb1 smut #zerobaseone x reader #zerobaseone smut #sung hanbin x reader #sung hanbin smut #💌.daddy kink #💌.somnophilia #💌.creampies #💌.breeding #💌.pregnancy #💌.spit #💌.praise kink

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zethwritesss · 8 months

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‘good morning babe’; a morning with your girlfriend, ellie; a very fluffy drabble/fic thingy

warnings: cursing, FLUFF!!! (idk why this is there oh well), established relationship, cuddles, mention of nsfw content.

synopsis: ellie helps get you up in the morning (+ some cuddles)

a/n: dedicated to y’all who hate mornings, figured i’d write this because i’ve been thinking abt it non stop- also i hope that the audio helps this little fic come to life a bit more!! i’ve done the audio to be read alongside the fic, or it can be just as a stand alone thing. ALSO reader is gender neutral!!

word count: 0.8 k

you heard your curtains get thrown to the side, allowing the way-too-bright sunlight to stream into your room. you decided to shove your face into some pillows and groaned.

you felt a hand lightly rub circles on your back. it took a few seconds for your senses to kick in. and fully register what’s going on around you.

you were lying on your stomach, your girlfriend sat down on your bedside.

“good morning babe-”

“elsss- ‘s too earlyyy…” you groaned, voice raspy, barely understandable as you had shoved your face into some pillows.

“i know i know… i’m not a morning person either so i get it. you were up pretty late last night huh?” ellie said, still rubbing your back.

you nod your head in response. you were indeed up late last night, sometime in-between 3-4 am. you didn’t even register ellie coming into your room, opening your curtains and sitting at your bedside.

”mhm wannagobacktobeddd” you mumbled incomprehensibly.

“hmm? what on earth did you just say?” ellie chuckled at your statement. you groaned in frustration, it was too early for you to deal with ellie’s shenanigans.

“can i have twenty more minutes of my fucking beauty sleep?”

“oh! now that gets the point across. i say ten more minutes.” ellie said, hoping you’d take her offer of an extra ten more minutes of rest.

“ten? els it’s too early for your shit. ” you protest.

“ten.” ellie said remaining firm on her stance.

“twenty.”

“what about fifteen? and i’ll join you-”

‘thank fucking god finally a viable option’ you thought to yourself.

“fine.” you grumbled.

“then move over so i have some room.”

ellie chuckled.

“but- im soooo comfyyy-“

“babe.”

“ellieee.” you cooed, your were extremely comfy in your bed, buried in your sage coloured duvet.

“well i’m making room for myself since someone‘s too stubborn to do it themselves!”

ellie shoved you over a little bit and climbed into bed, lying on her side, making sure she was able to see her sleepy partner. you were now face to face with her.

“hi!” ellie said with a slight smile.

“hi!” you reply, making eye contact with your beloved els. her sparkling green eyes, and freckled face mesmerizing you.

“how was your sleep?” she asks you, as you feel her hand come up to stroke your cheek. your felt your cheeks turn warm in response to her gesture.

“was good, needed more though.”

“don’t stay up too late then…”

ellie had a point, your sleep schedule had been all over the place.

“ellieee i know you are noooo better than me…”

ellie looked down at your statement, ashamed that you called her out.

“okay okay… yeah i think we both need to sort our sleep schedules out…”

you nod in response. you loved mornings with your girlfriend, she made them a lot more tolerable than before. ellie did have a point though!

“anddd how was yours?” you ask her.

“mine was good, glad to hear yours was good too! soo what were you up to so late?” ellie asked you.

“i just couldn’t fall asleep, your sleep talking didn’t help me… it was almost sleep yelling!” you say, giggling to yourself as you remember what ellie said in her sleep.

“well, what was i sleep talking about?”

“it was something about a horse, i think you were riding it, you kept telling it to giddy up”

ellie chuckled in response to you telling her about her sleep talking shenanigans.

“i do remember dreaming about being a cowboy- that’s probably it! didn’t think i’d be sleep talking though!”

“on this topic of riding, when can i ride you?”

you smirked, you liked to mess around with ellie. it was fun making her flustered and speechless.

“i- i- wow- wasn’t expecting that one at 11:32 in the morning… maybe later tonight-” ellie said, biting her bottom lip as her face went bright red at your comment.

“yeehaw!” you exclaim with a smirk on your face.

“up you get now-“

“but… ellie it hasn’t-”

“nuh uh- no buts. come on babe…” ellie tutted, with a grin on her face.

“whatcha-” you ask, followed by a squeal as ellie hits you with a pillow. then she quickly hops out of the bed, in case you were to retaliate.

“OKAY- OKAY. I’M UP!” you exclaim, sitting up on your bed.

“there we go- okay so now that you’re up i’ll leave you be. if you’re ready in fifteen, breakfast is on me!” ellie teased, before heading out of your bedroom.

you used to hate mornings, they were slow and draining at times. but with ellie they’re much more manageable, minus ellie’s tactics with a pillow.

“ALSO I’LL GET YOU BACK FOR HITTING ME WITH A PILLOW” you yell at your girlfriend, whose light chuckles could be heard from down the hall.

taglist: @elliessknife @little-star-bun @no-nameno-face @anchoeritic @solaceocean @winfleurs

#tlou fanfiction #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fluff #zethwritesssfanfic

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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

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Fast Car (S.R.)

Summary: Reader drives a sleepy Spencer home. Request: Dr. I Cannot Drive Spencer Reid trying to convince reader to drive him somewhere Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: Driving Word Count: 700

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The Virginia backroads seem longer at night. Most of the world is sleeping and you are wishing for the same, but your bag is heavy and still sitting on your desk.

In the dim lighting of the closed bullpen, you look over at the only other one left. The same man who had offered you a ride to and from work… but was now slumped over.

half-asleep on his desk.

You can’t find it in you to be bothered when he looks so sweet—a little bit pathetic with his bedhead and pouted lips—but sweet, nonetheless.

He doesn’t lift his head when you approach him, but he does whine. He shifts like he can turn the desk into the bed he wishes it was.

“Come on, wonder boy, it’s time to go home,” you chuckle.

“Five more minutes,” he grumbles.

You don’t dignify the protest with an answer. Instead, you slowly pull his chair back until he must move.

He does. He groggily pulls himself as together as he can, but it’s you that carefully arranges his hair back into its normal state of disarray, giggling all the while.

Spencer’s face turns pink at the gesture, but he tries to hide how fondly he feels.

He fails, of course. You can see it clearly in smitten eyes that scan your face for any hint of reciprocity. You wonder if he can see it, since you feel it so strongly.

If he does, he doesn’t mention it. He just clears his throat and asks, “Do you… do you think you can drive?”

“Why?” you ask in a very rhetorical manner, “Is something wrong?”

Spencer answers, anyway.

“I’m fine, I’m just really tired. I didn’t sleep well last night, and driving is… exhausting. There is so much to pay attention to, and I don’t want to do any of it.”

“I know,” you coo. You place both hands on his cheeks and squeeze until his yawn turns back into a pout. “Poor sleepy boy can’t do two things at once.”

“It’s way more than two things!” he squeaks.

You smile. You recognize the rant coming from a mile away and decide that no matter how much you love to hear him talk, you’d rather hear something less morbid. Even more importantly, you’d like to hear it on your way home.

“Spencer, not only am I happy to drive, I would prefer it,” you explain.

His offense is immediate as he replies very sternly, “Hey! I’m a very good driver!”

“Oh yeah?”

He catches the smirk on your face; he knows you’re only teasing him. But his competitive nature bleeds into his voice as he huffs, “Better than you!”

“We’ll see about that.”

He accepts the challenge. Or at least, he pretends like he does until the wheels start turning.

It takes him less than five minutes to fall asleep in the passenger seat. You think about waking him just to tease him, but you ultimately decide to let him sleep.

You watch the road but wish that you could watch him instead. You listen to the soft sound of his breath through the ruckus of the road beneath your wheels. You think back to the taunt you’d delivered back at the office.

When you’d mentioned your preference for driving, you hadn’t meant it as an insult. You had simply meant that you liked how peacefully he slept in your company. You loved the way he never doubted that you would keep him safe.

It hadn’t mattered to you who would bear the burden of watching the road; any amount of time, no matter how infinitesimal, would be worth whatever the world requires.

Your foot eases off the gas pedal as you reach a long stretch of road. There are no headlights in your rear view. It’s just, Spencer, and the Virginia night sky unimpeded by city lights.

The car almost comes to a stop before a pothole. You maneuver around it, careful not to jostle the sleeping boy to your side.

For as long as you can, you drive under the speed limit and watch twice as hard for anything that might excuse you to take just a little bit longer.

The car coasts down the road.

Spencer had never slept better.

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whorediaries-09 · 3 months

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dancing with our hands tied;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- hurt/comfort, injuries, blood, potential part two. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- it's not the best but yeah.

the slut club

i'd kiss you as the lights went out

the death eaters had been berserk ever since sirius had been declared a free man. the daily prophet who had sung cruel, heinous ballads about his criminal record was singing beautiful lullabies about him, praising him, and his 'heroic acts'. he'd burned every single one of the newspapers, being profusely aggressive at the 'two-faced bastards'.

it was even more harsh upon you since you'd been the interrogator, the one who had helped him be free during his trial.

clutching the pain caused by your broken ribs and a broken limb, you tried to clear your head, trying to numb the pain. you tried to clear the numb sleepiness that was caused due to the pain, clearing the fog as you apparated to your house. you fell on the floor, the cold wood biting into your skin. it was a cruel flow of blood and dizziness, but you still managed to send a message to the order, even if you were unsure it would reach the order.

slowly feeing your breaths pass through your nasal cavity, you felt your eyelids close, laying numb upon your own blood as you gave into the darkness succumbed around you.

*****

it was a excruciating grasp upon your arm that woke you up. it was followed by a jab on your abdomen and chest, a result of your own panic. you lay under your sheets, your blood soaked clothes replaced by new, fresh ones. you could feel the bandage upon your numb skin.

you looked around the unfamiliar room, with dark gloomy walls. they weren't a contrast to the pair of gray stormy eyes yours met. his fingers lay intertwined with yours, as he looked down upon you with an utmost worry that hurt your poor heart.

's-sirius? where am i?' his voice was barely a whisper you caught onto when he replied,

'the order's headquarters,'

'w-why?'

'dumbledore got your message. he said it wouldn't be safe to put you in your own house. you're a prime nemesis of the death eaters,'

'so i've to be alone? here?'

the air seemed to be thick with exhaustion and indecision. your question seemed to be an imposition.

'no, i'll be here.' he answered, though at a loss of words himself. 'if you want me to be?'

even though the pain deafened your thinking capabilities, you weren't sure how you got here. you weren't sure how long you'd been passed out. you weren't sure how long the pain would've weighed down upon you, leaving an excruciating amount of questions you left unvoiced.

so under the dimlight, you observed his face. it was gray, but you knew he wouldn't admit he was sick. he knew the death eaters were after you because he was free because of you. he knew it made the death eaters drive into the edge of insanity, to torture you before they could end you. it felt as if he were bruised like violets, the throbbing blue of his nerves underneath his porcelain skin.

he squeezed your fingers, not brave enough to meet your eyes. perhaps it was survivor's guilt that punished him from inside, you squeezed his fingers back, trying to reassure him, that he didn't need to fall into a trap of guilt, he wasn't at fault.

'have you slept?' you asked, even though you knew the answer.

'a few naps here and there,' he answered. 'listen i-i'm sorry, you're in this situation because of me. if you hadn't gone out to defend me and interrogated me then you wouldn't be here-'

you clapped your palm over his mouth. it was as if watching wisteria grow right over your bare feet, as if you hadn't moved in years.

'i fight for justice sirius, not you. can you please sleep?'

'i-i can't leave you alone,' he answered, muffled through your palm.

you patted the space beside you. he looked at you, his eyes reflecting an unanswered question.

'you look warm,'

*****

it was as if a red rose grew out of an icy cold ground. the time didn't seem to stop, as the insurmountable pain was long forgotten. the scent of pancakes hung in the air, the hot tea placed before you as you nibbled on your toast. you were busy staring at sirius' back muscles under his linen shirt, as the light reflected through the sheer fabric.

through the days sirius had taken care of you, you had developed a connection with him, a deep provoking one. it was far from being friends, when in a drunk haze he'd cried to you, opening about himself, his past and his insecurities. he'd pressed his forehead against yours, stroking your cheek, expressing his desire to kiss you, at least once. he told you how he'd been so scared when he'd found you barely breathing in your apartment. you remember stroking his hair, thinking he'd spit out those words out of guilt.

'here's your pancake,' he said, serving it hot on a plate, topped with butter and honey. you took a sip of your tea before thanking him. he sat beside you, cutting into his pancake, which he'd topped with whipped cream and honey.

'that's a weird combo,' you commented. he shrugged his shoulders, biting into his food.

'sirius,'

'hm?'

'thank you.' he stared at you flabbergasted.

'what for?'

'for taking care of me. i-i'd probably be dead by now if it weren't for you-'

he slapped his palm over your mouth. he stared into your eyes, an intense hotness pooling into his stomach as he neared your face. he scanned your eyes, an abyss of unreadable emotions he wanted to decipher, the curve of your nose and your tangled hair tied in a bun. even in a morning haste, he thought you looked beautiful. you brought out so much in him, it made him afraid. of what exactly he didn't know. he felt like something when you made him laugh, when you listened to him, when you were around. you were the only one who didn't look at him with eyes of pity, someone who'd escaped the hands of unjustified law.

'don't ever fucking say that. i did all this because i love you,' he grazed his temple with yours. it was a momentary bliss he supposed. in his head, you'd move away, go back to your house after you'd processed his words.

instead, you stroked your hand over his cheek. he felt your breathing palpitate, your heartbeat matching his when you neared his lips.

'i know,'

his breathing intensified. he gazed at your lips, his fingers stroking your cheek. he tucked stray hairs behind your ear, his lips almost brushing yours.

'we shouldn't,'

'i know,'

'fuck it,'

fireworks. it was as if red white and blue painted the sky, when he submitted into his desire, getting lost in your lips. his stomach erupted into a thousand butterflies as you melted under his touch. because god forbid you were made just for him. you were his drug, and what wouldn't he do to overdose.

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dearmura · 9 months

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hii:) can u write something like riki x f!reader when they just listening to music at 3am with riki’s airpods!! like clam music and they just hugging and talking to each other with soft voice not to wake someone up. that idea popped up in my head while listening to cold by sign crushes motorist (it’s really nice I promise!!) and it really reminded me of riki and his vibe!! thank you~~🖤

midnight blues

warnings: not proofread

pairings: non-idol! Ni-Ki × fem! reader

genre: fluff

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

groaning softly as your eyes flutter open, you slowly become aware of your surroundings, brought awake by the soft sound of music in your ears almost too low to hear. feeling the figure holding you tighten his grip, your hear a slight shift in the pillow beside you

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up, angel?" riki whispered worryingly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before tangling your legs in his. shaking your head dismissively, you utter a quiet 'its okay' before leaning into his touch, comforted by the warmth of this body heat

you try to form a sentence but the sound is muffled by your face buried in the crook of his neck, refusing to leave his embrace. giggling softly at your clinginess, he utters a teasing 'hm?,' wanting you to reiterate. as if physically paining you to do so, you peel yourself away from his chest for a second, meeting his eyes

"why are you still up?" you mumble, voice still not fully recovered from your previous slumber. you nuzzle into him further as you wait for his answer, earning a chuckle out of the boy

"dunno, just been a little stressed, that's all" he tries to brush off, making the whole ordeal seem so miniscule. with the clock reading 3 am, you whip your head to the boy

"ki? it's 3 am, what do you mean that's all?" there's a hint of worry in your voice as you speak, you hand coming up to his face to caress his cheek. he leans into the touch

"s-nothin princess. jus wanna stay li-this for now" he slurred his words a little, almost drunk off the attention you were giving him. not wanting to press further, you let it go, knowing he would open up to you about it sooner or later, just not right now. hearing the same soft melody that woke you up before, you change the topic

"can I listen too?" you ask, eyes switching to the airpod he took out at the beginning of he conversation, ensuring he was giving you his full, undivided attention

"of course, angel" he says in his classic deep voice that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. handing you the airpod in his hand, you place it in your ear before he snakes his hand to the back of your head, gently bringing your head to his chest

*now playing: it's you - max*

feeling his fingers tangle in your hair, he softly massages your scalp, making you let out a satisfied hum. as the chorus rolled around, he slightly pulled away, now inches away from your face, softly singing the lyrics

"it's you~ loving's so easy to do~" eyeing you pure adoration, you can't help but giggle, hiding your face as you feel his eyes on you. he chuckles before taking your hands

"why so shy, angel? can't a boyfriend express how much he loves his pretty girl?" as he speaks, he lifts your chin to meet his eyes. slowly, he leans in, letting your lips meet. you hope he doesn't notice the flush that comes across your face. he'll probably tease you about it later but for now he ignores it

pulling away, you both smile as you rest your head on his chest, lulled back to sleep with the soft thump of his heartbeat. smiling fondly at your sleepy state, he can't help but grow drowsy himself, sleeping happily knowing you were

fin

an: so sorry I took so long to post, I've been a little busy:') I hope you guys enjoy! Loved this prompt btw!!

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #ni ki enhypen #niki fluff #niki x reader #niki x you #nishimura niki #enha x reader #enha imagines #ni ki

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Hi Lana, hear me out, how about reader with a voice kink she loves Joe's voice but one night she has a sexy dream not only about him but also Eddie was in it, she tells him about the dream and one night he just decides to try something and switch between his normal voice to Eddie's and vice versa just to see how her body will react. Hope this makes sense, love your stuff btw 💕

Why thank you angel. I am FERALLLLL for this 👀 Under 18's DNI.

Picture via Pintrest 📸

Sure you got to experience your boyfriend every day of your life together and the passion and lust was there in the blink of an eye from the day you began dating. But you couldn't help but be fascinated by the way he played Eddie once you got the chance to watch him bring the character to life.

The thing that struck you the most was his voice, the way he conducted the little accent and the gravelly tones of Joe's voice that were combined had you frothing at the mouth. It was a characteristic that had always made you unimaginably turned on, never before until you met Joe. In the end it really became a fantasy for you to ponder on, what it would be like to have a hold of Eddie, having him whisper in your ear all of the things he wanted to do to you in the way that Joe would and then one night when you lay peacefully in your bed, your wish came true.

Your dream was so erotic, but except it being one of them, it was both of them. The way they both touched you, the way they both fill you so well. The way they chanted your name the same but different, just the way their voices sang so sweetly together. The pet names. It was all so heavenly, having Joe and Eddie fighting for their chance's to fuck you better than the other, competing at who would give you the best orgasm, challenging on who could get the biggest reaction from you when their fingers or tongues were working hard on your holes. The threesome of a wet dream is something torturous and bizarre yet so god damn beautiful, but then you woke up, all sweaty and dazed next to your snoozing man.

You nudge him awake, making him stir and wrap his arms around you in an attempt to get you to go back to sleep. "What are you doing awake at this hour babe, it's still dark." Joe muttered lowly. The slow, strained and still very much sleepy voice flew down to your already heated core making you ache violently.

"I need to tell you something." You moved him to lay on his back, releasing yourself from his grasp so that he'd groan about it but at least listen.

"What time is it?" Joe yawned. You looked over at your phone, the brightness stinging your eyes slight. "3:45am." You winced at him, he wasn't the best at being woken up suddenly, especially in the middle of the night; you kind of felt bad but at the same time you needed to let him in on your little sweet dream.

"Can it wait for another few hours?" Joe tried to push away again, snuggling back under the covers to try and go back to sleep, you pushed them off him an in instant revealing his torso and making him sit up, feeling the cold rupture his stomach. "Ok, ok. I'm awake." He sat up a little, shooting a blank sigh your way and pulled you into him so you could lay on his chest to which you happily obliged. "Go on, what are you dying to tell me?"

"So I had this dream where-" You couldn't continue, the way you were going to tell him sounded so much better in your head, but you knew out loud it was going to be crazy and maybe even Joe himself would think you're insane and just be ignorant to the fact that you were now craving the fictional character he portrayed and him all at once.

"Where? Where what love." Joe gestured for you to continue, his eyes opened fully staring down at you in the darkness.

"Promise you won't become all weird about it?"

"How can I promise when I don't know what it is Y/N?" He hitched a small chuckle your way, you took a huge intake of breath and spilled.

"Me, you and Eddie had a threesome. I can't get him out of my head, you were so damn sexy as him, you're so damn sexy as you. You both are going to be the death of me and-"

Joe's head fell back against the headboard, not the laugh you were expecting, more of a devious and challenging smirky laugh, one that sounded exactly like Eddie's, but like Joe's too, their laughs were one of the only things that brought them to be similar, or so you thought.

"So you've got the hots for Eddie?" Joe's smile was reeling, he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing; but at the same time was relieved it was at least someone that he'd embodied rather than a random person or someone else you knew.

"Kind of..." What a lie, you were down bad for him.

"Ok let me get this straight, so you want to be fucked by Eddie but you still also want to be fucked by me? But you're dreaming of him being real and being in the same bed as we're in right now, doing filthy shit, all three of us, together?" He couldn't of ran around it in a windier path of context. You sarcastically rolled your eyes as if the penny had dropped. "An unhinged compliment if I ever heard one baby, but if that's what you want." Joe took an unusually sharp breath in, leaving the both of you in silence for a few seconds.

"Then that's what you'll get, sweetheart." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You could of reached breaking point just from hearing the accent fall from his lips. For real, you heard it right. Eddie's voice.

Joe pushed you onto your back, leaning over and kissing you hard, your mouths writhing against each other, your tongue darted into his mouth in desperation, rather a need than a want, they danced around each other, battling for dominance in a way that had you both whimpering lightly, the echoes of them falling down each other's throats. Even if he was just acting to get a reaction at this point, it was fucking worth it.

Joe moved his mouth down to caress your neck, trailing his tongue down the sides and moved towards your throat, nibbling just off of it, your hand cupping the back of his head in an attempt to grip his messy bed curls.

"So what is it you want from us?" Us. He's really doing this.

"You, you both p-play with me. You both- your voices."

"Voices? Ahh is that what this is about?" Joe smirked into the crook of your neck as he sucked a small mark onto your skin.

"Wait, what?" You take a few steps back from yourself, pulling at his hair to bring him up to stare into the outline of you.

"You told me that you loved the sound of my voice once, it stuck with me, it's clear that you have a little kink for it with what you've just admitted baby. You're so...what's the word I'm looking for... unique." He giggled and you pouted your lips, frustrated in his teasing manner. A small pause and out his alter ego popped again.

"Unique?" Wow.

"Mm, he's right sweetheart, we love it." There was Eddie again. That made you forget the sarcastic remark rather quickly. The entirety of you gained a mountain of goose bumps, every little strand of hair on your skin rose from the way he deflected from one voice to another. Your body felt alive, your cunt was aching and your mouth was almost dribbling from the kink you absolutely knew that was fully brought to life, you were loving every second of this.

Joe's hand fell downward towards your thighs, stroking over your soft skin, the coolness of the steel attached to his fingers mirrored what it could've been like if it were Eddie, yet another similarity between them; they both loved rings. Your legs immediately opened up for him to make contact with where you needed it most, you could've slapped him silly for teasing you when he delicately grazed everywhere but in between your folds.

"Shit. Is he not giving it to you the way I can?" Eddie spoke out, making you groan, your hips bucking upward so that Joe's hand fell straight to your cunt. Another silent pause as you awaited a response. "Absolutely not, I can definitely do it better." Joe protested.

Joe's fingers pushed your slit open revealing your clit and two fingers instantly fell upon it, rubbing harshly at your over sensitive bud. His digits drove down and the back up, bringing the pool of wetness you'd created already to extend an easier glide against you. You could just about make a silhouette of each other from the dimmed street lights hidden through the window and behind the curtain, so you closed your eyes to entice the notion of two men in your presence, feel more real.

"Does that feel good my love?" Joe leaned down whispering into your ear, just like in your dream. Was it just you or was he in your god damn head right now?

"Or does this feel better, pretty girl?" The sound of the American accent flew through your ear drums and Joe sat up instantly, using his other hand to plunge two fingers deep inside you. He worked ravenously to edge you. One hand still making shapes around your clit, pushing against the side which hit the spot the most, whilst Eddie's fingers fucked your cunt effortlessly.

You squirmed harshly underneath his touch, both hands creating one emotion that made an almost ball made out of steel swell inside your stomach. The motion that was being worked in unison, thrusting and curling up inside of you, stretching your walls whilst the other cursed your clit into eternal damnation.

"Oh fuck J-Joe-Ed-die" You cursed their names, Joe's lips stealing himself an instant bite of his bottom lip. You didn't know who to thank more, but deep down you knew it was an utter praise for your boyfriend delivering your deepest and darkest fantasy in the middle of the night, a true definition of perfect.

"Yeah sweetheart, is that good? You like it when we fuck your pretty pussy up like this? You're so fucking tight." We? Are they working together to get this out of you now. Joe got Eddie's voice down to a tee, I mean why wouldn't he? But he knew nothing of the way Eddie might of been in this situation, he must of just assumed from the way you spoke about it, that he was as eager as Joe was to please you.

Your screams fell hard, bouncing around the walls of the pitch black area, you climaxed seconds after, your back arching upwards as Joe's hand slapped itself messily across your clit, Eddie's fingers releasing themselves as your slick squirted out of your cunt vigourously like a waterfall, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, even the angels that were waiting to give you your place in heaven couldn't save you from the moment you climaxed. You'd seriously never felt this worked up. Death by orgasm; now that's a new one.

Joe removed his hands from you, climbing back over to seal it with a kiss, more passionate instead of fierce, the softness of them making your hole gape around nothing.

"That was so hot." You giggled.

"Now I've got to know, who did you prefer?" Joe questioned you, a slight mock in his tone but all the same intrigued.

"You already know the answer." You smiled.

Joe pulled down his boxers, releasing his stiff length from the cage it stood to attention in, throbbing for contact, aching to be inside of you.

"I just needed to check." He positioned himself at your entrance, not wanting to waste another second.

"What do you mean?" You stroked along his jaw, beaming from ear to ear, you were still getting over what just happened.

"Whether I needed to fuck you as me, or as Eddie from now on." You both shared a hearty laugh.

"As much as he's a god damn fantasy, you will always win baby."

Joe loved to hear that, not that he was jealous that his own character turned you on immensely but he almost fought back the victory fist pump in the air to know that he had won and let's face the facts; he always would.

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glutengoblin · 10 days

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My Tears Ricochet (Sebastian Sallow X Reader)

A/N: I am drunk. Here's a Taylor-inspired fic. Enjoy :)

(P/S I may or may not be also working on something based on The Tortured Poets Department because I feel like that song is very Sebastian-coded hehe)

Warnings: Angsty Sebastian

Word Count: <1k

Sebastian stared at the ceiling of his room, taking a shaky breath. 3 am. Sleep had eluded him that night, just like all the ones before. The lack of it had begun to wear at his bones, the bags under his eyes ever prominent. He rolled onto his side, taking a deep inhale of the air around him, pressing his face into the forest green sheets.

Ominis was sleeping soundly across from him. He studied his face, trying to etch all of the details into his mind. Though Ominis had never exactly been his happiest friend, at this point, Sebastian couldn't remember the last time he had seen him smile.

Perhaps that was a lie, simply his sleepy brain sparing him of the information he could never forget when awake. It had been six hundred and forty-one days since it happened. The last time Sebastian had seen Ominis smile had been one day before.

Eventually, Sebastian's eyes moved on, tracing the light that danced on the ceiling. The water outside of his Slytherin dorm gave it an almost hypnotic quality. Sebastian started at it, trying to rid his mind of the thoughts that were beginning to sink in once again

Y/N. Her face, splattered in tears in the undercroft. Her voice. Blaming him for everything that had happened. He had gone too far this time, he had disappointed her, she didn't know how she could trust him any more. She wished he had stayed. She wished he had just stayed home.

Him, screaming back at her, tears streaming down his face. Anne had already left him. She would never forgive him. Hadn't that been enough? He was remorseful- the artifact had made him do it. He didn't know what had came over him. He did it because Solomon had fired back. He did it because he was scared. He did it because he wanted to protect her.

But, it didn't matter why he did it. She still stormed out, cursing his name as she left and slamming the door.

He stood there all alone, his head falling towards his chess. He had actually done it. He had lost everyone. Not in the way he once feared, but in a way almost worse. Worse than death, honestly. You also existed, just outside his periphery, like shadows dancing across his vision. A hero, flying around to save her grace. Anne, Solomon, Ominis… even you had left him. And he knew he deserved it. He loved her

Sebastian startled a bit as the clock hit 3:27 AM. It was then he decided sleep probably wouldn't reach him again. Standing up slowly, he put his slippers on and made his way out of the room. He had already caused Ominis enough pain in the past few years. The least he could do was try to be a considerate roommate, so he shut the door as gently as he could.

His feet guided him out of the common room and through the castle. The thought that he would soon have to leave its walls forever scared him. He no longer had a place to call home besides Hogwarts - Feldcroft was too far removed from his life. More so, he had begun to realize that he no longer had anyone to call home. All of the important people in his life had left.

Eventually his steps found him on the grounds, trying to take in the air that was showing the signs of spring. To his surprise, a figure stood out on the lawn, outlined by moonlight. There was a crisp chill in the air still. Enough to make any normal person stay inside.

But Sebastian knew she wasn't normal. He had known from the first day he had laid eyes on her - and he wasn't just thinking about your ancient magic. She had treated him with kindness when everyone else in the school thought he was off his rocker- including Ominis. She had indulged his reckless research, followed him to her potential demise, even let him cast an unforgivable on her. Perhaps the fact that Y/N hadn’t tossed him in Azkaban should have been a sign to him enough that she still cared for him in her own way. It should have been enough. He should have been thankful. But Sebastian had to admit, it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough to be so close to her, yet so far away.

He considered his options and took a cautious step forward. With graduation inching ever near, he figured this might be his last chance to say what he really wanted to her. He continued, until he stood next to her, their breaths matching in quiet synchrony. His gaze traveled up to the stars where her gaze was fixed. They stood in quiet compellation for a few moments before she broke the silence.

“ I’ve missed you.”

#sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #Sebastian sallow x reader fanfic #Sebastian sallow x you #Sebastian sallow angst

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godsmenusuperbowl · 8 months

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A Minor Celebrity ~ *Bang Chan*

Summary: You are obsessed with the podcaster CB97. So imagine the surprise when he shows up at your coffee shop one morning! Hopefully he doesn’t notice how much of a fan you are…

Pairing: Bang Chan X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluff Oneshot

Word Count: 2201

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: A lot of this feels rushed and not put together, and for that I am sorry.

A/N 2: Here is the link to Part Two: A Minor Celebrity's Lover

It was time. It felt like you’ve been waiting for this moment for forever, even though it’s only been a week. Still, your excitement was insurmountable. Finally, another episode of Existential Talks with CB97. It was your favorite podcast and you never missed an episode. Which is why you were tuning in tonight.

“Hello everyone! I hope you’re having a good day, night, whatever. I’m glad you’re joining me here tonight. I don’t have a lot I want to talk about this week, but I do want to start by talking about this song I heard the other day for the first time.”

The best part about the podcast was that it felt like you were having a conversation with an old friend. CB97 made it so easy to talk about anything and everything, plus it felt like he was really listening to you. Sure it was a pre-recorded podcast, but it really did feel like he was sitting right next to you talking about his week and the things he liked and what he thought.

Now, he did have a segment in his show where he answered questions or talked about topics that his fans sent in. It was your favorite part of the whole show, even though you’ve never sent anything in. So while you waited every week for a new episode, you patiently sat through each episode until he got to your favorite segment of the whole show.

“Okay, I think I’ve talked enough about how my life has been for the last week.” He chuckled. “Now I’m going to read what you all have sent in this past week. Since I have some extra time, I’ll be able to get through more this week.”

You smiled to yourself as he began to read the first submission. “Okay, this first one is from Baconqueror, which is a great name by the way: Hey CB! Long time fan, first time submitting something. You always talk about music during your show and you’re really good at breaking down all of the parts in the song. Have you ever wanted to make your own music? And if you do, would you break it down for us on your show as well? Wow! That’s a really great question! Yes, I would like to make music someday…”

As he went into more detail about the kind of music he’d want to make, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts drift. If CB97 made music, you would listen to it every day. You would be his biggest fan, no matter what. You hoped he really would make music in the future so you could listen to him more than just once a week.

The rest of the episode went by faster than you would have liked, but you weren’t complaining too much. You could always listen to it again if you wanted to. Besides, his soothing voice was making you sleepy, so you decided to turn in for the night. Perhaps you’ll have time to listen to the episode again in the morning before work.

However the universe wasn’t so kind. You didn’t hear your alarm go off so you were rushing to get to work on time. You barely had time to eat before you were out the door and racing down the street. You were thankful you didn’t live too far from your place of business, but that just meant your boss gave you more grief when you showed up late, like today.

“Sleeping in again?” She joked.

“Oh shut up!” You whined. “I had a long night last night.”

“It was Sunday yesterday, wasn’t it?” She teased, poking you in the side. “I bet you stayed up all night listening to CB97’s voice since you just love him so much.”

You nudged her back. “Seriously? Can’t a person be in love with another person’s voice and thoughts without it being weird.”

“Nope, never.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re predictable.” She shook her head. “Now, finish getting ready. You still have a job to do.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Before too long, you were in your groove at the register, getting orders and helping customers. It wasn’t the most glamorous job in the world, but you supposed not everyone could be a famous podcast sensation like CB97. So you stayed content with where you were, even though you often wished you were doing something else instead.

But why would you want something else when one of your regulars walked in, a smile on her face and a youthful twinkle in her eye. “Good morning, Elsie.”

“Good morning, dear.” The older woman nodded.

“Your usual today?”

“I suppose, although I think I’m in the mood for a chocolate chip muffin and a blueberry scone as well.” She said, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

You gave a gasp of fake surprise. “Are you off your diet?”

“It’s called a cheat day, my dear.” She winked. “Besides, what Ernie doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

“Well, I suppose I should pack an extra scone for him just in case, hmm?”

“That would be lovely, thank you.”

“Alright.” After ringing her up, you said, “Your total is $15.17.”

She nodded and started digging around in her purse. “Give me two minutes to find my wallet. This purse is a nightmare! It’s a wonder I can find anything at all!”

“Then perhaps you should clean it.”

“Well, it’s not that bad.” The two of you shared a laugh. “Almost got it…”

Just as she was about to hand you her money, her coin purse slipped from her fingers and crashed onto the floor, causing coins to fly everywhere.

“Oh goodness!” She pressed her hands to her cheeks. “I’m such a klutz! So sorry, dear!”

You shook your head, moving to walk around the counter to help her. “Don’t worry, Elsie. It happens to the best of us.”

“Here ma’am, let me help you.” A cool voice spoke and you saw another person bend down to help her pick up her scattered coins.

“Thank you, kind sir. I do appreciate it.” She cooed.

“Of course! Happy to help.” He lifted his head and put the coins on the counter. “I think that should cover her order.”

You wanted to say something, but your voice was caught in your throat. You knew that voice from anywhere. It was a voice you hear every week, one that you could get lost in for hours on end if only you could. You knew who he was even though you had never seen his face before.

“Dear, are you alright?” Elsie asked, cocking her head to the side at your odd behavior.

Shaking your head to clear your shock, you gave her a reassuring smile. “Yes, I’m fine. Let me get your order right now.”

You turned, almost running smack into your boss who was holding two coffees. “This is for Elsie.”

“Ah, thanks.”

“No problem. Just be more careful, okay? I know it’s early for you.” She teased.

You winced, trying not to look like a complete loser in front of CB97. “I’ll try.”

When you turned to give Elsie her order, you noticed he was giggling under his breath, which made you feel like even more of a complete loser. But you didn’t have time to dwell that your “celebrity” crush was right in front of you. You still had a job to complete.

“Thank you for visiting Elsie. Tell Ernie I said hi!” You gave her a little wave as she took her order.

“Of course, dear! Have a good rest of your day!”

As soon as she was gone, you took a deep breath before addressing the man of your wildest dreams. “Hi. Welcome to The Tired Bean Company. What can I get for you this morning?”

“Well, it’s my first time here. What do you recommend?”

Oh, he was not the customer who should be asking this question. Your brain short-circuited as you tried to remember what was on the menu you had permanently etched into your cranium. And his sweet, patient smile was not helping in the slightest as you tried to work through your lovesick brain fog.

“Um, well, our Cafe Borgia is pretty good. And so is the Snicker Bar Latte. If you’re more hungry than thirsty, we’ve got an assortment of pastries, sandwiches, and soups. All of it is really good.”

He chuckled and your heart fluttered in time. “Well, I think I’ll have a Snicker Bar Latter and a cinnamon roll.”

“What size?”

“A large coffee and a large cinnamon roll.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Well, it’s a good thing our cinnamon rolls are ginormous.” You were thankful that that last sentence came out smoother than you thought it would. “Your total is $9.75.”

“Ah, do you take card?” He asked, holding up his debit card.

Nodding, you tapped on the keypad in front of you. “It’s ready whenever you are. Oh, I almost forgot, is this for here or to go?”

“Here please.” He nodded. “It’s a nice, quiet place for me to get some work done.”

“Sounds good. Well, can I have a name for the order?”

“Chris. Call me Chris.” And with a small nod, he headed off to one of the tables near the window.

As soon as he wasn’t looking at you, you raced to the back in a vain attempt to calm your frantic heart. No way. There was no way THE CB97 was here in your coffee shop! There had to be some mistake! Was this some cruel trick the universe was playing on you? Did you finally lose it and now you were seeing him everywhere? You had no idea and you weren’t sure you wanted an answer to any of those questions.

“Hey, what’s with you?” Your boss asked.

“He’s here.”

“Who is? Carson? I swear, you tell a guy you don’t want to see him again and he takes that as an invitation to barge into every aspect of your life-”

“No! Trust me, if I ever saw him, I’d get the knife we keep for emergencies.” You assured her. “No, CB97 is here! He’s by the window!”

She peeked over at where he was sitting. “Ooo, he’s cute. If I wasn’t dealing with Carson, I would totally be asking him out. So you should do it!”

“Absolutely not!”

“And why not?”

“Because… because he’s special and I’m not-”

Before you could continue, she put a hand up. “Uh uh, none of that! You are plenty special! Sure you may not have some fancy-shmancy podcast, but you are still plenty amazing just the way you are. So either go flirt him up, or I will do it for you!”

“Please don’t!” You whined before heaving a dramatic sigh. “Fine, I’ll do it. But I’m going to feel super dumb doing it.”

“You’ll be fine, now go!”

And with that, she shoved you back to the front. After making his coffee and getting him a fresh cinnamon roll, you took a deep breath as you wrote his name and a message on his cup:

Chris - I love your podcast by the way!

“Chris?”

He took his coffee and cinnamon roll and gave you the most charming smile you’ve ever seen. “Thank you so much, Y/n.”

You swear you almost died when he said your name. You wanted to ask how he knew, but remembered you had your name tag on. Obviously that’s how he knew. You’re glad you didn’t ask.

Trying not to be creepy, you watched him walk back to his seat and open up his computer. You smiled to yourself when he took a sip of coffee and seemed pleasantly surprised before drinking more. You made sure it was made with extra care and you were glad it paid off.

“Hey, get back to work, star-crossed lover.” Your boss nudged you as she passed by with a broom.

Shaking your head, you grabbed a washcloth and started to wipe down the counters. Occasionally you’d help another customer or sneak a peek at Chris, but for the most part you went through your daily chores around the coffee shop. It was amazing to you that today still felt like a normal day despite the fact that you had a minor celebrity sitting near the front of your coffee shop. But you couldn’t go into full fan mode at work. It was unbecoming and you didn’t want to scare him off.

When you came back to the counter, you were disappointed to see that Chris had left. So you grabbed a bucket to gather any trash and clean up the table. Though there wasn’t much to clean, there was a tip and a napkin with a note on it:

I’m glad you like it! Definitely listen to the next episode and I’ll be back again soon!

You couldn’t wait for the next episode!

And when Sunday night came back around, you eagerly waited for what he had to say.

“Hello everyone! I hope you’re having a good day, night, whatever. I’m glad you’re joining me here tonight. I want to tell you all about this amazing coffee shop I went to the other day…”

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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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stars in the sky- phora + jhene aiko

trope: fluff, s/o mick for the idea in my ask box smooches

sum slight

warnings: grammarly hates me, reader has trouble sleeping bc i said so (i’ve had so much trouble falling asleep idk why), no use of pronouns but use of mama, ma, n mami, idk how much i like it but im outa slump so yay, lmk if i missed anything

published: august 15, 2023

song lyrics are italicized

w/c: 1.3k ish

reader is black-coded like always

stay in the state of the greatest bliss

Miles’ room was dark. Well, dark-ish. He tried though, pulling the curtains all the way shut, turning off the light in his room and the hallway, but the afternoon sun still gently weaved its way through the fibers of his curtains.

“What’s the point of this, Miles?”

“To get you to try and sleep,”

“It's four in the afternoon,”

“Naptime,”

“What?”

“Just try, mama, okay?”

You’d never been a good sleeper and usually stayed awake while Miles fell asleep in your arms, that was how it usually went. Even more so when he came to your window late at night after his Prowler duties, those visits mainly consisted of cleaning any wounds or scratches, on occasion giving him stitches, helping him change, and kissing the top of his head when he inevitably dozed off on your chest. You were usually up then anyway, it was a fun addition to your nighttime routine. Miles had only begun to worry about your sleeping patterns when you fell asleep at 9 am while you were over his, watching a telenovela with Mrs. Morales. Gently nudging you awake after the telenovela marathon at about 1 that afternoon, he fell into the pattern of observing your moods. Most of which during the day consisted of you constantly being tired, and yawning, but somehow always getting school work done that assisted in your straight A’s. At first, he assumed that it was just you putting too much pressure on yourself to perform, but when he realized these patterns continued well into school breaks, he started to worry.

He had started to realize that every time he came to your window after his Prowler work, you were up anyway, reading, writing, drawing, or pretty much any activity you could get your hands on. Again, at first, he thought this was endearing, and went as far as getting puzzles for you after he had interrupted the puzzle on the floor when he gently knocked on your window. And so a much-needed conversation ensued the morning after.

“Ma, I’m worried about you,”

“For why Miles?” You turn your attention away from the mirror where you’re laying your baby hair down.

“Ian never seen you sleep,”

“So?”

“Do you sleep?”

“Yeah, I just have some trouble with it is all,”

“I don’t make you sleepy?”

“You make me feel safe, comfortable, relaxed, and loved, but no Miles, you don’t make me sleepy,”

He huffed, falling back onto your duvet.

“What's wrong papá?”

“I’m worried about you,”

“Sueñito, you don’t need to be worried about me,”

“You fall asleep when most people would be awake starting their days, almost always during the first and second period, mama, that's not normal,”

“Maybe I’m just sleepy in general,” You were beginning to get defensive then, why did he care if you were tired usually?

He sighed then, rubbing his eyes and urging himself out of your bed. He didn’t want to fight with you, he never wanted to fight with you, so he had just decided to leave it alone then. However, the very same conversation was repeated about two weeks later. The two of you were walking home, as school had gotten out early that day, and you had slowly begun to slump onto Miles’ shoulder, yawning and rubbing your eyes.

“Ma?” There was a twinge of concern in his voice, it was barely even noon, is it normal to be this tired? “You okay?”

“‘m just tired,” You yawn, still clawing at your eyes.

“It’s 11:45,”

“So?”

“Mama,” he knew you were just being stubborn, but he also knew you didn’t want to admit that you had a problem sleeping. You didn’t like to ask for help, you tried to get things right on your own, and you usually did. “Be honest.”

“Fine,” you forced out, shame tugging at your cheeks, and Miles knew exactly what you meant by that

“Thank you,”

And so, the two of you were here, in this moment.

“Please? Just try for me,”

You huff plopping onto his mattress.

“Now what?”

“We wait,”

“Oh, joy,”

whenever i’m in your atmosphere

The two of you had been lying, in the dark, for about an hour and a half. Naturally, the sun was slowly beginning to set, hence dimming the light in his room.

At this point, you were fighting sleep. It’s not like you didn’t feel exhausted all the fucking time, it’s that you had this mental block in your head. It’s like when you’re so tired but you can’t manage to fall asleep, like someone is forcing your eyes open. It’s hell, and it frustrates you, makes you want to scream and cry and essentially just throw a tantrum. Not that you’d ever admit it, but you feel so powerless, so out of control. A sigh mixed with anger, frustration, and disappointment breezes through your lips as you press the heels of your palms into your eyes.

“Uh uh ma, don’t do that,” he whispers, gently pushing your hands away from your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“This isn’t working,” you whine. “I turn seventeen in a year and I can’t even sleep right,”

“Hey hey hey, it’s not that serious,”

“I’m so tired, Miles,” you mumble, tears poking at your eyes.

“Amor, I know it’s frustrating, okay? I know how much you love to be in control and I get that, but this is so bad for you,”

“I know,”

“So can we try? Just one more time?”

“Yeah,”

“Do you want like, some kind of noise?”

“Can you just talk?”

“Yeah. I can do that,”

And he does. He talks about anything and everything, all while staring at you, your body pressed against him, your face angled upwards at him. Your full lips slightly parted in a little ‘o’ as your big brown eyes ogle up at him. To a lot of people, everything he’s saying would seem pretty mundane, but the way his voice soothes you is something different. His voice is calm, cool, and collected, his nuyo accent ever so prominent.

You’re not sure just how much time passes until you slowly begin to get groggy, your eyes heavy. Miles, obviously, takes notice and brings his voice down to a whisper.

“Dad woulda been so happy I met you, ma,”

Your movements are thick as syrup, you nod, trying to open your eyes more so he knows that he has your full attention.

“No no no, don’t do that,” he whispers, running a hand over your eyes, forcing them to droop lazily once again.

“Jus wan’ you to know ‘m listening” you slur, languidly clutching his wrist. The point of this action? You didn’t know, but you held onto him anyway.

“You’re always listening, Ian gotta worry bout that.” He mumbles, softly stroking your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. His hands are calloused and rough, but they’re always soft and gentle, making sure to love every curve of you. As your eyes begin to wilt close, he delicately traces your cupid bow, in response to which your lightly freckle-kissed nose scrunches, your brows tightly knitting themselves together. With a quiet laugh, he gently runs his fingers over your eyebrows, desperately trying to relax your face, to which you hum tiredly in response.

“Kiss?”

“Mmmm,” you groan, fatigue finally catching up to you, in affirmation. Taking the hint, he kisses you- your cheeks, chin, jaw, everywhere– peppering light butterfly kisses all over your face. Gently, you sigh and fully close your eyes, your head relaxing into the pillow. Smiling, he brushes gentle kisses onto both of your eyelids and then your nose. Cradling your head into his chest he kisses the bonnet covering your hair, inhaling the scent of hair product and oil, the scent of you, something he adored in a way that words couldn’t describe.

“Sleep, princesa.”

i’m so glad that i got you, you’re my dream come true <3

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mayullla · 1 year

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Title: Under the tree

Character(s): Kaeya (Genshin Impact) Warnings/tags: Haunted doll au: Fem!reader (child!reader) platonic yandere, dark themes / obsession themes, horror

Haunted doll au masterlist

The sounds of the birds were gentle and soft as with the wind. The hand on your head was also warm, combing your hair with their hand.

"Oh, our little sleeping beauty finally woke." The voice was teasing as you slightly opened your eyes still sleepy. "I thought she would sleep a little bit more."

A little more awake you noticed your head was on someone's lap. Slowly you looked up wondering on who’s lap were you sleeping on squinting your eyes to look at them to see a familiar blue hair and a smug smile.

One of your dolls also had pretty hair and a pretty face.

You wondered if you saw two eyes yet when you tried to look again all you saw was one the other covered with a black eye patch on the middle a diamond intricately designed in gold.

You blink once and suddenly the eyepatch was gone and you saw a hole instear of an eye. You can't see how far it goes too dark too hollow to see as if no light can go in. As if the eyepatch was the entrance to nothing. You wondered what would happen if you fell.

Where would you go?

You blink again and the hole was gone covered again by the gold embroidery decorated the leather eyepatch. "Still sleepy little sleeping beauty? How cute." The soft voice said with a bit of amusement in his tone as he continued to comb your hair with his fingernails.

"...Kaeya?" You asked rubbing your eyes wondering if you actually saw a hole under his eyepatch when was that there. You dont remember seeing a hole instead of an eye on your Kaeya doll. When did it get there? "I am glad that you still remember." It was a cheerful tone, teasing.

A little more awake you looked at him taking in his appearance that was once a doll now human like his outline looked hazy as if the background was blurry as if telling you to only focus on him "Did Kaeya grew up? Zhongli and Venti also grew up. Are you like them?" You asked curiously, "Dear no, I always always like this. The same with Zhongli and Venti." Kaeya raised his hand to boop your nose.

You pouted at him, "No you used to be this small now you are big!" You made a motion of the doll size Kaeya you knew then motioned to him widening your arms to show that he was big.

Kaeya chuckled patting your head. "Our little sleeping beauty is smart."

"Why did you become big?" You asked him, staying still as he patted your head. "Why am I not allowed to dear? That is rather mean of you."

You shook your head, there was an excited spark in your eyes now finally wide awake. "No, I am happy!" You grinned.

"Hehe, it is because I want to meet my little creator." Kaeya finally told you, “You have always adored us so much. I made a wish to the star to finally be able to talk with you~”

"But grandpa was the one who made you?" You stated tilting your head. It was your grandfather who made them piece by piece, molding and carving were all done by your grandfather.

Kaeya just smiled at you, his smile hidden with secrets cruel and mean yet you only pouted at him.

You understood that his thoughts didn't change that he would not tell you why you were his creator, a teasing smile told you so.

Under a tree, you and Kaeya played. Questions about how he became… human was smoothly ignored as Kaeya would elegantly change the topic. That by playing with your hair and pinching your cheeks. You tried to stop him from playing with your cheeks but it seems that Kaeya had an odd fascination with them.

"Aww, did I overdid it? Dont be mad." He chuckled when you looked away from him annoyed as you sheild your cheeks away from him. "I am sorry dear it is just that your cheeks are so soft like bread. I wonder what would happen if I take a small bite out of them."

Your terrified face as you stepped away from him as if ready to make a run for it made him laugh. He told you it was a joke but his tone was suspicious.

The two of you played a little more, yet you wonder if you were just seeing things. When you blink instead of a meadow around you it was covered with snow but when you blink again the snow was gone with only the green grass and the lone tree.

When you and Kaeya were surrounded by white thorns that changed back to flowers the moment you blinked again. When you braided Kaeya's hair wondering how his smooth hair was suddenly covered by thorns curling around your hands and Kaeya's hair.

It hurt a little as the thorns light poked your hands, the thorns didn't draw blood from your skin but when you blinked and it was gone all that remained was an itchy feeling as you wondered if you saw right.

"Is something the matter dear?" Kaeya didn't look back at you as you already nagged him not to mess with the braid you were doing on his hair.

You didnt answer.

When the world around was spring on your legs white thorns curled around them.

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kiyosw · 11 months

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I FIND MYSELF RUNNING HOME TO YOUR SWEET NOTHING.

WARNING/S: NONE

CHARACTER/S: SERVAL LANDAU

GN! READER

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who always jams out and screams taylors lyrics with you, at midnights just listening album through album, while enjoying each others company.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who dedicates taylors songs to you. Shes the type to think about you, her lover while listening to taylors song, while tweaking on a piece that has been brought by a person on her workshop earlier.

"Love, come here! Listen to this song on her Folklore album, Invisible String. It reminds me so much of you."

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who hums "Sweet Nothing", and "Invisible String", to you, while slowly falling into a sweet, deep slumber.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who helps you collect the confettis after taylor's concert, after giggling at you for collecting confettis and teasing you, then joining you after laughing at you.

"WAIT, THERES MORE OVER THERE! Let's keep these confettis on some jar as a remembrance when we get home."

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who badly wants to go to taylor swifts' eras tour together with you, screaming cruel summer's bridge. (She's an international swftie HELP)

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who got sad after taylor played Haunted as a surprise song one on detroit because you two aren't on the concert.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who tries to learn chords and riffs from taylors song, while you just observe her so lovingly, chuckling lightly when serval gets slightly frustated when she messes up one chord.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who loves listening to taylor swift's music just as you do.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who will introduce and make you listen to taylor with you, when you're not a swiftie.

"Darling, do listen to Cruel Summer on the Lover album. Trust me, you'll like– no scratch that, LOVE the bridge! Here, let me search and play it for you.."

1:27 AM. It was already late at night, yet a certain Landau was still working on a piece. Concentrating and dedicating her whole attention, sacrificing her good night's sleep just for the piece to be finally fixed.

"Agh... just why won't this piece slide into th-"

Her sentence was abruptly paused when her still heavy-eyed lover, you, suddenly scared her with a hug from her beyond.

"Hey, you still working on that piece..? It's already past midnight, you're still not sleepy my dear?"

"Mm... not really.. Hey, why don't you join me here downstairs? It's hard to keep my eye open here without you.."

A blush slowly crept on her lover's rosy cheeks from her sudden remark. A small smile suddenly visible on her partners lips, as an idea that will surely both of them enjoy pops out of their mind.

"Hm, since you're still busy trying to fix that.. why don't we listen to some songs? Maybe it can entertain us both, and can make you far away from sleepiness."

"Oh yeah, sure! Here, sit beside me. I'm lucky to have you come here downstairs, otherwise i'd be long passed out on the table." Her lover softly chuckles, while searching for the song sweet nothing. After the music slowly plays, the two lovers chat away the late night, just enjoying each others prescence.

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bbiemochi · 2 years

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hey hey hey!!! i'm a new reader here in your blog and first of all, i just wanna say i love love LOVE your ritsu with a s/o who hasn't been paying attention to them because of a new game scenario! it was so fun to read and your characterization of ritsu is on point! second, is it alright for me to request prince ritsu with a gn! florist reader scenario? it's up to you how the plot will go, but i'll give my insight just in case. the plot is prince ritsu visiting the village in his kingdom and stopped by a flower shop because he wanted some roses, but the florist caught his attention instead :3. this request was inspired by his new cn exclusive card, if you haven't seen it yet here's the link:

https://twitter.com/ENSTAR_count/status/1555770550944800769?s=19

oof i talked a lot, i'm sorry QwQ. also, thank you in advance if you accept this request ♡♡♡

𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 | ritsu sakuma x reader

[an]: FAVORITE REQUEST SO FAR WOOH~! THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE~! <3 hello there, darling…! sorry if you waited long for this </3 :,D i am sOO packed with a lot of requests and lack of motivation, i hope it’s understandable T^T

summary: from a kingdom far far away, stories spread that a certain young prince from a mysterious royal family rumored to be a clan of blood thirsting vampires are heard to have gotten his attention for a simple florist down town.

pairing: prince!ritsu sakuma x g/n!florist!reader

genre: fluff, royal au, lowkey love at first sight~ <3

once upon a time, in a land not too far away…

there lived a royal family of four. a mother, a father, an older brother, and a younger brother. all were rumored to be vampires due to their sharp fangs from the king and queen’s two sons. the kingdom was a huge town, villages helping one another along with the royal court to help and build their land more stronger, bigger and also supportive to the people around. keeping the atmosphere as lively as it can be. the queen, a deep dark beauty that catches the attention of many gentlemen, along with the king, who’s presence alone was enough for someone to kneel down in front. as for the children, the eldest son, rei sakuma, the next son who would be stepping on the throne after his father retires from the role of the king. and the youngest, ritsu sakuma, rei’s adorable little brother—the male loved to sleep around everywhere in the palace. due to this, his royal guard; isara, would often have a hard time looking for the sleepy prince. ritsu’s job as his role of the prince was to maintain perfection and patience. gentle manners and a a soft tone is always a must.

private royal lessons must be required everyday for ritsu. either royal lessons or piano lessons from different occasions. with his older brother now busy with learning how the role of a king works, ritsu was left alone by himself to learn. only his royal guard was always with him, as it is important that he is of course. isara had been a royal knight to ritsu since day one after his family entered as servants in the palace. he and the dark prince got along well quickly, yet there were always consequences made after the both of them were caught playing so messily around the royal garden. and due to that, isara had no choice but to train as a knight, who would protect and serve for ritsu. although, even if isara had knew ritsu since they were both children, there was one thing he couldn’t get quite right answer in his head.

“my prince.”

“ah~ maa-kun, didn’t i tell you not to call me that?”

it was a force of habit, he says. “why is it every time we would walk in the garden, we always have to go by the roses area? do you like roses?” ritsu gives him a lazy grin, arms resting at the back of his head as he stopped walking, both arrived at the just mentioned location of what isara had just said about his favorite flower. roses. isara still had no idea why he loved them so much, he still couldn’t get the answer till today. most of the time he would answer, ‘because it’s pretty,’ or ‘i like the color.’

those were too reasonable. if ritsu had a liking towards something…or someone, he had a deep reasoning behind them. and that’s on fact of what his royal guard knew.

today, it was a normal day. the day started off very nice, yet slow, is what ritsu thoughts. the kingdom was as busy as always, supply delivery from other kingdoms, farm and garden crops that are highly needed for the town folks living, new place building, etc. at ritsu’s place, the royal palace was a little busy due to them planning for the royal ball that was to be held next week in order to look for a lovely wife for rei to become his queen. surprising enough, rei has not been able to look for a spouse, as he is always busy with his given task by the castle tutors—ritsu had knew his older brother wasn’t the type to just marry someone that had been chosen by their parents themselves. the sakuma bloodline had an agreement that they’ll always leave the sons or if had by chance, daughters to pick their significant other. however, the job had to be done as soon as possible.

despite being quite the good looking and heart throb of every girl in the kingdom, rei was not interested in getting a wife. though here they are, watching as the king and queen along with the servants plan for the royal ball in order to search for the perfect one. ritsu sighs, the castle has been becoming more and more busier. they often even called isara to help out, so he was back to being alone. he hated being lonely, ritsu really did hate being all by himself. it…scares him a little.

standing up from his chair that was seated next to an open large window, allowing every sound from the outside to enter the palace walls—ritsu yawns before heading out to visit his favorite spot to nap; the royal garden. it’s been almost weeks since he hasn’t visited the garden due to the private lessons. the royal garden was not only a silent sanctuary where ritsu could fully enjoy his nap time at cold afternoons, but it’s also a place where he could admire the fresh roses that grew by the garden house. the maids that worked there were kind of old, not to mention that half of the castle maids had already been working here even before ritsu was born as the second prince.

as he walked down the huge hallway, ritsu tried his best to keep his composure up whenever a servant would walk up and bow at his presence. if it weren’t for the ridiculously long private lessons from those annoying tutors, he would’ve been napping for so long right now as he waited for isara to return. well, never mind for that—for now, what was on his mind was just to finally nap.

“what do you mean the roses in the garden withered? didn’t i tell you to always water them in every hour? goodness, those were ritsu’s favorite…”

ritsu’s footsteps came to a stop upon hearing the voice of his mother and the sound of the maids apologizing in sync. he turns his head, looking to the left of the main hallway. the roses withered? what did she mean by that? does that mean the roses he adored so much died just by a week of not being watered? wait, were they even watered before that? did the maids who took care of the garden even bothered watering them? he can’t help but feel a little upset from the news.

“w-we apologize deeply, your highness…after miss agnes died from a heart attack, we forgot to even take care of the garden since it was not on our job…”

‘miss agnes? oh…the old lady who took care of the garden…what a shame..’ ritsu’s frown shrunk even more. well…that just added up more to his horrible hour of the day. with another sigh escaping his lips, ritsu listens more onto the conversation.

“oh agnes…she had been working here in this castle for almost forever. she was already serving here ever since i was a princess…truly tragic news indeed. i’m terribly sorry for her loss…” there was a slight pain in his mother’s voice, showing real empathy towards the passing servant of the castle who had worked for many years as a maid. ritsu too was fond of her kindness and tender nature. she was kind of like a grandmother figure to him, gentle and old. he had no idea where the former queen is, yet from the stories of his father he wouldn’t dare to meet her.

clearing her throat, ritsu’s mother fixed her posture and wiped the small tears away from her eyes, “i must see my husband shortly. however, i would like one of you to go down town to the nearby flower shop and buy a new bouquet of roses to replace the withered ones. i’m sure you guys would start taking care of the garden soon and…i want to see agnes’ family first. anyways, which one of you will—

“i’ll do it, mother.” ritsu slowly stepped out from behind the castle walls, and walked forward to the queen who seemed surprised to see his presence. the maids were quick to take notice at this and bowed politely at ritsu, in which he only smiled softly at and nodded his head. “my son….” his mother started, “how long have you been listening there?”

“not long, don’t worry. but i wanna buy the bouquet of roses you asked for. i think i’ll be able to handle it, besides, i nap at the garden anyways so…i guess all i could do to take care of them is to buy a new pairs of roses,” ritsu spoke, rubbing his eyes. the queen frowns, “no need to, ritsu. the maids will handle this job, you go back to your—

“mother, like i said it’s fine. i need to walk outside the kingdom too from time to time, being stuck inside this castle is boring. the lessons are getting a little boring for me as well…” slowly, ritsu looked over to the maids who stayed silent as he had a conversation with his mother, “don’t worry, i’ll handle in buying them. how about you guys start taking care of the garden while i go out to buy? is that ok?” ritsu asks. the maids exchanged glances at one another before looking over at the queen. at last, ritsu’s mother nodded her head and they bowed before taking their leave.

after they had left, the queen looked at ritsu with a sigh, “bring mao with you. i’ll ask one of the royal guards to fetch you the money.”

“thank you for this opportunity, mother, i’ll get going now. i’ll be back..” ritsu replies, waving goodbye to his mom as he heads out the castle gates. isara was already there when he arrived, money in the royal knight’s hand as he waited. “would you like to ride a carriage, your highness?” a maid questions to the prince. ritsu shakes his head, “no need. i wanna walk for a while. besides i’m just off to visit a flower shop with maa-kun. no big deal…” he says, and the maid bowed—respecting his decision.

the two headed off the beyond the castle gates, isara staying guard from behind while ritsu walked in front, leading the way. alas when they had arrived at the foot side of the villages, a lot of citizens greeted the prince politely, an old lady tried to give him some free pastry from their bakery yet he says that he’ll pay for it, ignoring her kind gesture of making it for free just because of his royal status. some girls were even asking if his brother had already found a partner (to which he just ignored and let isara distract them). the kingdom was indeed lively, his parents did a great job in putting their power together in order to create such a well established kingdom of villagers despite their appliances.

the flower shop was nearby, so ritsu hurried his feet. “it’s a little rare for you to suggest going out to do the task that was supposed to be for the maids,” isara started, now walking beside ritsu with his hands behind his back. ritsu just smiled in return, closing his eyes shut as he continued to walk, “it’s not rare~ do all of you think that what i do daily is only sleeping?”

“that’s what you really do though.”

“i-i mean yeah but, maa-kun you know what i mean. i like taking walks around as well, the sun warms me and i like it more better than the cold moon…” ritsu responded, waving at the people who were greeting him hellos. isara sighs, “i get it, but one more question, do you know where we’re going?”

“maa-kun you don’t trust me..? i’m a little hurt…” ritsu cooed at his friend, giving him those puppy-like eyes filled with sparkles in which it screams ‘adorable.’ his royal knight, flinches, and then shakes his head, “o-oh no, no, no…! my apologies…”

ritsu chuckles before facing back to the view in front of him, the sight of each folks going around town, shopping from nearby markets and food stalls along with the children running around the place. “the reason why i decided to buy the roses instead is because only i know where miss agnes buys the flowers for my garden.” isara glances back at ritsu with a slight surprised look on his face. “miss agnes? oh yeah, the one we would always see in the royal garden area. it’s a shame, really…i got quite upset when i heard the news of her passing…” ritsu hears him say, before going back to being silent.

the two of them kept walking front, ignoring the whispers of some people behind their back as they finally made it into the flower shop. the flower shop did change over the years. miss agnes would often tell both isara and ritsu how the flower shop was a little small before during her times when ritsu’s grandparents took over the throne—although now, it was much more bigger than before. the flowers that decorated over the shop designed like vines over trees and some were displayed from side-to-side, allowing passing citizens to admire their beauty. ritsu turns over to isara who looked back at him, “you stay guard here, i’ll be the one heading inside. it won’t take long…”

“huh? are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?”

“i’ll be fine~ you can watch over me from here. like i said, it won’t take long, maa-kun~” ritsu responded before playfully flicking the other male’s forehead. isara held the area where ritsu flicked him, and watched as his prince headed right inside the small flower shop, carefully avoiding the flowers that were too close. as ritsu entered right in, the scent of flowers were bombarded everywhere towards his nostrils. it was amazing, he won’t lie. no wonder why agnes decided to buy new bouquets here instead of the other flower shops. steadily, he walked towards the counter to be greeted by an old lady who seemed excited to see the prince.

“oh my great heavens, your highness! w-welcome to my flower shop…! what a rare opportunity for someone from the royal family to visit us—o-oh..! apologies, where are my manners? i-is there anything you’d like for us to give to you, your highness?” the old lady questions, stammering on her words with a bow. ritsu bows as well, smiling softly, “lovely afternoon. i would like a bouquet of your most fresh roses, please, if available,” he requested, and the old lady winces, “a-ah..! yes one bouquet of fresh roses coming up—uhh, y-y/n..! quick…! a bouquet of roses, honey..! it’s for the prince..!” the old lady shrieks to an individual whom ritsu couldn’t see from behind the large bombarded area of flowers and tall potted plants. with that, the old woman sent ritsu a smile before disappearing behind the flowers that block some views from the shop.

how odd. do folks like these usually not meet any royal attendants in person? ritsu was certain agnes knew this place quite well as a maid working in the sakuma palace for almost 30 years. yet again, he is one of the princes of the sakuma bloodline—and as one of the next prince to claim the throne soon, ritsu wasn’t sure if he’d be doing a good job in doing that.

“sorry for the wait, your highness…!”

the thoughts were quick to shaken off as a voice cuts through into his head, clear as day. appearing out from the side—a florist, who was around his age came out, holding a new fresh bouquet of flowers on their hands along with their hair flowing by into the direction where the wind blew.

ritsu felt like his world stopped at the moment their eyes met. all of a sudden, he felt warm and fuzzy at the inside of his stomach. the feeling of butterflies flying in his stomach almost made him fall down on his knees. his cheeks grew warm, and his red eyes were wide opened. the florist calmly fixed their appearance before taking a bow before the stunned prince. “i apologize for making you wait, your highness. here is your bouquet of roses. they’re newly fresh. i just cut them not too long ago,” the person says, a bright smile lingering of their face. ritsu wasn’t able to respond quick to their words, he was so distracted by their looks that he grew speechless.

h/l h/c hair, e/c eyes and with beautiful s/c skin…such perfection crafted by the hands of not only angels but by god themself. ritsu was indeed…attracted by their beauty. a simple florist working in a small flower shop. someone more lovely than each flower in a garden. nothing was compared—

“your highness?”

“huh?” ritsu was snapped back into reality just like that. the florist tilts their head, a little perplexed of what just happened to the prince. “is everything alright, your highness?”

‘their voice sounds so tender…something you could just fall asleep with…’

“oh, y-yes. apologies, i spaced out a bit there—here’s the payment,” ritsu took out the money his mother had lend to him onto the florist’s hands, trying his best not to stutter out with his words to show glimpses of nervousness. the florist once again, smiles at the male, and ritsu swore he saw heaven before his eyes. “thank you very much, your highness. please handle these roses with care.”

“will do. thank you too very much as well. these roses are divine, it looked like you tend to these very nicely. i’m impressed,” he says to the florist who bashfully laughs. “i-it’s not much, your highness. i’m a florist after all, it’s my job to take care of flowers and other plants to sell. we’re not here just for the tokens after all,” they say, and ritsu hums. no wonder agnes liked buying in this particular flower shop. unlike the other flower shops, this one doesn’t just do it for grand tokens or money—they really do love taking of flowers. and not only that, an attractive florist with a big passion for this type of job worked here as well.

“well then, i shall take my leave now back to the castle. once again, i am grateful for your hard work.”

“you are most welcome, your highness..! please do come back anytime.” the florist replies before bowing down. they had such a bubbly personality, friendly is what he’d like to mark it. he had just met them yet he felt like he and this person would get along very well. just as he was about to leave, ritsu stopped his tracks and turned around once again, his face a little red, “oh and hey.”

“yes, your highness…?”

“i haven’t heard your name, yet. pardon me, but…is it alright if i ask for your name?” ritsu says, his breath a little shaken. oh boy, this was the moment he’d waited for. there was a second pause before the florist smiles widely and says, “ah, i apologize for forgetting. my name is y/n, your highness.” they say with another bow.

those words repeated on his head. ‘y/n…what a pretty name. i’ll make sure to remember that…’

“y/n. what a lovely name. well then, y/n, i’d be delighted if i see you again one day. farewell…” and just like that the prince headed out of the store, not bothering to turn around to the two people inside waving goodbye. when he exited, isara was still there as asked. and when the royal knight noticed his presence, he was quick to question.

“finally. what took you so long inside there?” isara began. ritsu ignores him, eyes focused on the bouquet of roses handed to him by the lovely y/n. with that thought, his heart pounds a little, “y/n…”

“what?”

ritsu turns to his royal knight and smiles cheekily, cheeks turning into a blush pink. “nothing~” he replies to isara who rose a brow in curiosity. instead, ritsu hands the bouquet into isara’s arms as he began walking away, a small smile still lingered on his face like a permanent grin, “hold them for me, will ya…? c’mon, maa-kun. let’s head back.”

isara follows from behind, sighing as he held the roses properly in his arms. “you look happy. did something happened inside?”

“secret~”

“oh come on, you never hid secrets from me…!”

the two had a loud chatter on their way back to the palace. the king and queen were both bewildered of why their son was happy throughout the entire day.

***

the day of the royal ball had arrived.

royals from all different kingdoms had been invited along with all the citizens in the kingdom ruled by the sakuma family were allowed to come in the palace for the ball—in order to look for a perfect wife for rei.

ritsu was disinterested into this idea. yet at the same time, a certain person who he had been thinking about all week might be invited, too, with that thought ritsu was a little excited. he hopes y/n would arrive. the only main reason he decided to join in the party.

“so, any special guests arriving from different kingdoms?”

“prince leo tsukinaga from the tsukinaga family and prince tsukasa suou from the suou family, are both arriving with their royal knights izumi sena and arashi narukami. also along with prince subaru from the akehoshi family and prince hokuto from the famous hidaka family will be arriving as well with their royal guardians makoto yuuki and hajime shino.”

“well at least they’re coming…another reason to come along this ball party.” ritsu fixes his posture as isara calmly brushes his hair, along with fixing his attire for the royal ball party tonight.

“oh—and also, prince keito from the hasumi family with his two royal knights souma and kuro kiryu will be arriving as well to pay a visit to your brother. they’ve known each other since childhood if i remember quite well.”

“not like i care. keito is already skilled enough with the blade, i’m a little buzzed of why he needs two knight guards.”

“that saying much. look at your brother, he has one royal knight and two servants. twin pairs of you’d like to add it up…” isara says with a soft chuckle.

“meh. but i just wanna see my other friends again..i bet se-chan would wander over the palace along with prince leo to look for your friend. his name again…?”

“makoto, his name is makoto. considering they’ll be both arriving with their highnesses, i’m sure your prediction would be true,” isara replies, laughing a little. “also about prince leo, isn’t he going to have a coronation next month for his title as the king?” the royal knight questioned next. ritsu hums. “oh yeah…we should come over and visit him. we should also get him some presents to spoil him even more after he takes over his family kingdom’s throne. ahh~ i can’t believe how fast time pasts. i remembered the days he was just one loud prince roaming around the hallways of the palace. heh~”

“it’s crazy how it’s time for him to descend to the throne for the tsukinaga family. not to mention of how mature prince leo actually is as a prince once you get on his serious side…” isara comments, in which ritsu simply hummed in reply. he felt young when he’s around other princes. ritsu had no idea why, it was just a feeling he disliked despite being older than some of them. same age even. once the two were finished in getting ready, the clock struck at 6pm—meaning the ball was about to begin shortly.

dozens of guests had already arrived at the palace. some were even unmarried princesses coming in their best gowns to impress the one and only prince sakuma rei. familiar faces had also attended, like prince tsukasa who greeted ritsu with a warm embrace along with arashi, his royal knight. prince keito had also arrived shortly after, looking mature as always as he headed straight to visit rei at his room. duke adonis had arrived with a present for ritsu’s brother, and when one of rei’s guards, koga—saw him, he immediately shook his hand and walked away to follow him to where rei was currently at.

most of the visitors are not close with the second prince. and at the moment, it was only prince tsukasa, arashi, prince leo (soon to be king), and his royal knight izumi in ritsu’s room, getting ready and well rested before the huge party begins. not only were their presence made ritsu comfortable around them, but the way the topics they talked about was so familiar to his ears that it was satisfying for him to stay with them. isara had headed off to see prince hidaka who had arrived with prince subaru down the party that had begun.

“prince leo, please do watch your words…you’re going to be king soon, you mustn’t act like that.”

“i can’t help it…! not only did that prince tori got me into another word from my father but he even got his royal servant involved with our business…! argh..” leo leans down on his seat, crossing his arms as he muttered a few curses underneath his breath in complaint. “this is why i hate when the himemiya family comes to visit my father for a few royal talks…”

“yuzuru is not just an excellent servant for his highness tori but also a great knight. i’m a little jealous with his skills if i’m being honest,” izumi cuts in, comfortably resting his arm on top of the chair leo was sitting on. arashi hops in as well, still keeping her straight posture as she stood next to tsukasa, “a great knight and a good looking knight~! i’m jealous of the prince tori having such a handsome man like him to be his royal servant and knight…!” she exclaims, caressing both of her cheeks in awe.

“i can imagine dancing around the ballroom in the most beautiful dress…oh how i wish i was a princess…”

“i can request one of our personal dress makers to make you an outfit that’s similar to a dress if you want, narukami,” prince tsukasa tells the royal knight who bowed respectfully before him, “no need to, my prince. i’m perfectly fine the way i am. beautiful and brave.”

“that’s the spirit.”

“hey guys…i think we should head down now. the royal ball’s about to begin.” izumi began to fix his attire and waited for leo along with the others to stand up and head down as well. ritsu almost fell asleep on his bed, but good thing prince leo was able to wake him up.

the ballroom was exquisite. with a thousand glamour of each chandelier hanging from the ceilings, food placed across every table cooked by the most talented chefs in the palace, and not to mention the stunning women that arrived to hopes to be chosen to become rei’s wife for tonight’s royal ball. with a blink of an eye, everyone went in separate directions, leaving ritsu standing by his own. leo and izumi went straight to the food table, while tsukasa and arashi were both cornered by sudden strikes of conversations. and as for ritsu…he was bored. and alone. besides, the person he longed to see, was nowhere near his eye sight. with a yawn escaping his lips, he decided to just head outside as the party inside continued.

the air from the royal garden never failed to bring a smile upon ritsu’s face when entering. just the scent was enough to make him feel energized than before, striking up a straight posture as he made his way towards the roses section. he loved being alone at the royal garden. whether isara was available or not, he loves it. it was cold night, the sounds of loud crickets echoing in the wind while the other side was the loud blasts of classical music performing. he could some strangers’ loud chatting from out here, and ritsu grew a little annoyed. if only they would mimic their voices a little lower then that would be brilliant.

the male continued to walk down the path of purple tulips, with the most gorgeous patterned he had seen in the garden. his fingers brushed their soft petals, reminding him like a touch of a pillow case. he laughs at the thought, until his eyes caught a figure not too far away. ritsu stops right at his tracks.

‘hold on…they look…familiar…’ ritsu slowly adjusted his eyes. thank goodness the moon was shining bright tonight. within a further inspection, ritsu felt his heart racing like before.

the figure…it was them. it was y/n.

he can feel himself smile. he could’ve hardly recognized them. their attire…they looked so…amazing. with their hair fixed and a little brushed to the back, eyes looking to only the flower that seemed to be a peonie that lies around the other bushes. how their eyes reflected so tenderly beneath the moonlight that illuminated—ritsu felt like he was hypnotized by their appearance. he didn’t even felt like walking towards them due to how nervous he felt.

well, his prayers were definitely answered when y/n turns their head to his direction and immediately stood back up. “y-your highness…!” they say, a little startled as they bowed at ritsu, politely. “i’m really sorry if i somehow entered the garden area. i just couldn’t help it, i-i didn’t want to enter the palace just yet and—

“shh..” ritsu shushes them, a finger on his lips. y/n obliges. “it’s alright. no need to apologize, this area is allowed. for you that is…” now having enough courage to walk next to their side. y/n sheepishly fiddled with their fingers, eyes darting away from ritsu whom they thought was looking at them. turns out he was looking at the peonies.

“i don’t really like peonies…but they are pretty i must agree. miss agnes told me once that peonies can grow big and gobble me up if i don’t eat my vegetables…heh, i can’t believe i actually believed that….though, i was just a toddler during that time so i can’t really blame myself either…”

y/n looks at ritsu who then looked back at them, eyes meeting with one another. “miss agnes? oh wait, she sounds familiar..!” y/n spoke. ritsu smiles, looking over to the moon, “she was the garden taker here before at the palace. so whenever i visit the royal garden for a nap, i would see her taking care of the flowers no matter how many they are. but sadly…she passed away…”

“oh…i’m sorry.”

“you don’t have to be. it’s not like we’re that close. yet…yeah, i do kinda miss her…” ritsu’s face shifted into a frown, and the two were once again, clouded with silence. y/n didn’t know what to say. they were a little bewildered off what to tell the prince in order to give him some kind of comfort. they weren’t good at them…

“the roses..”

“huh?”

ritsu turns his face to y/n and smiles. “come with me, i want to show you were i placed the roses i bought from your store.” with a hand reached out, the intrigued florist took the prince’s hand, and they both sped out of the peonies section, onwards the rose garden. it was like a fairy tale, with the moon dancing underneath their faces that glows, y/n’s eyes could only follow prince ritsu’s hand that held on theirs, heart skipping beats.

as the two arrived to the rose garden, y/n’s eyes stopped to look at the entire bouquet of roses placed neatly on each collection, shaping into hearts and other shapes that caught her visible attention. the florist mouthed a small ‘wow,’ absolutely mesmerized by the sight. so…this was what the royal garden looked liked. so fancy, pretty and…mouth dropping. miss agnes and the other servants that took care of this garden indeed did a splendid job. “i like taking naps in here. if i don’t feel comfortable in my bedroom at afternoons, then i would sleep here in the rose garden. it’s more relaxing in the afternoon.” y/n somehow notices that when they saw an area on the side that’s able for someone to nap on.

“i see…”

“so, what made you attend this party? you certainly don’t look like someone to go out and wear amazing clothing.”

y/n lets out a sigh before answering. “after you visited, my grandmother heard the announcement of the royal ball that’ll be held next week. she thought that maybe i would make an amazing guest for the ballroom, since ‘we gave the most beautiful roses to his highness.”

ritsu chuckles, “is that so? then maybe your grandmother isn’t wrong.”

“you’re right, your highness. i don’t like going to events like this. i’d rather stay at home and help her work in the shop. my grandma could be so stubborn sometimes…she’s already old yet she still works so hard and often makes me head to bed first before she does…” y/n slowly sits down on a bench made out of stone, while ritsu did the same. “i work extra hard so that she won’t overwork herself. losing my grandmother is the last thing i’d want in this world…whenever she’d work a lot i start to feel worthless…it’s a pain sometimes, your highness…”

“don’t feel that way. look, you’re working extra hard just for her, you should feel better for that, already. it may not be noticeable, and i know i don’t always visit your flower shop, but i bet she’s proud of how determined you are just for her…” y/n’s eyes went wide a little, however they closed as they smiled softly. “t-thank you ever much for your words, your highness. that made me feel a little better…”

the conversation stopped when the sounds of violin and the cello began to play inside of the palace doors. the sounds of everyone’s footsteps in position, and the sounds of people dancing begun to run around ritsu’s ears in surprise.

ah, of course. it was time for the dance.

standing up, ritsu lends his hand in front of y/n who seemed stunned by the sudden action. with a deep breath, ritsu says, “the music is playing. now, may i have this dance with you, y/n?”

“eh? m-me?”

“well who else am i asking? it’s just the two of us in here. don’t worry, i wanna dance with you.”

y/n felt their cheeks heating up. as they took the prince’s hand, ritsu helps them stand up and now the two of them were in dancing positions. the music began to coordinate inside the room, and as it did, ritsu begun to lead the dance, making y/n yelp by how fast he was at doing so. the fear of stepping in a royal’s foot was on their mind at the moment. but ritsu cuts that off, “it’s fine. if you don’t know how to dance that is…” y/n blushes in small embarrassment. ritsu chuckles.

the two spun around blissfully in the garden, only the stars and heaven watching as the two danced beneath the moonlight. eyes staring at nothing else but at each other. it indeed came out straight from a fairy tail. a florist and a prince. how almost so cliche. but so lovely.

when the music stopped, the two stopped dancing as well—catching their breaths with small smiles. ritsu sends the florist a beam, and y/n smiles back.

“may i have another dance with you, y/n?”

“yes you may, my prince.”

a/n: omfg that took so long to finish

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