#oh I am SO SOFT! his head resting on hers

[ell6ied]

heartbreak summer ꨄ︎

pairing: sae itoshi x f!reader

summary: after your friend finds out her recent ex has been in the news tabloids with yet another girl, your idea of get back turns your night into an unfortunate series of events with the outcome landing you directly in front of re al’s star player, and you’re about to kiss him.

cw: nsfw elements, swearing, toxic relationships & behaviour (not too much from sae surprisingly), angst

chapter 02: blackout

you have no idea how it happened. for a moment you was searching for kaia, who had mysteriously disappeared after oliver aiku spotted her in the club, dragging her away. and the next moment, your hands were in some man’s hair, was it auburn? brunette? your face itching closer and closer to his as he held the side of your face with one hand, and the other on your hip, dangerously itching somewhere you know shouldn’t be.

god, your head was fuzzy.

you remember gripping onto his shirt a little, trying to balance yourself, the thought of drinking so much being a bad idea lingering in your head for a moment. you looked up at him, those eyes are gorgeous, this man is beautiful.

and just like that, your lips were on his, his hands a little firmer as he held you in place as he kissed you, noticing your lack of balance. you couldn’t help but tug his hair slightly as he ran his tongue on the bottom of you lip, causing him to let out a quiet, but deep breath, smirking down at you. he then pulled away for a second, catching the breath you just took from him as he rested his hand between the nape of your neck.

“do you want to come back to mine, amor?”, he speaks in a soft, velvety tone, his head tilted slightly.

you pause, frowning, “ew no..”, causing his brows to raise slightly and the corners of his mouth daring to twitch into a soft smile.

6:48 am

the feeling of your head throbbing and the scratchiness of your throat causes your eyes to squint while your brain finally registers the brightness coming through the blinds, “what the fuck..”

you move your arms, sitting yourself up slightly on your bed, looking around to see your still in the clothes from the night before, with the feeling of makeup still on your skin and wait, is that-

“what the fuck?!”, you half yell, seeing a shirtless man sleeping way too peacefully in your own bed.

“huh?”, he frowns, his eyes half open now, squinting to look at you, “oh, g’morning.”

morning?!?

“why are you in my bed..?”, you ask, confused.

“i came home with you.”, he says. bit creepy.

“we didn’t- did we?”, you ask in pure confusion again. your clothes were on, but here was some random shirtless man in your bed, you couldn’t think of any other reason why he’d be here.

“no, we just slept.”, he makes himself comfortable on your bed, looking at you as he answers.

“right… okay.”, you pause, trying to comprehend what even happened last night.

“well, if you just wanna… grab that.. and like, leave?”, you say, your eyes roaming your room before bending down and grabbing his shirt, throwing it at him.

he looks down as you throw his shift, looking back up at you, his eyes weirdly innocent, “oh you want me to go?”

obviously?, “um.. yes.”

he pauses for a moment, as if he was contemplating something, tilting his head at you, it was cute actually.

“why?”

you frown at him, baffled by his pure obliviousness or whether he was just being difficult.

“i don’t want you here anymore, i have roommates.”

“oh, okay.”, he says like he finally understands, “do you want my-“

you cut him off quickly, “no!”, you pause, “um.. no thanks, we don’t need to do that.”

“damn, okay.”, he says, finally putting his shirt back on, getting up from her bed and grabbing his phone.

“you know where the door is?”

“yeah, i know.”, he states, walking past you before giving you a final look, leaving your vision as you hear the front door open then close.

you sigh loudly, rubbing your forehead before walking over to the mirror of your vanity, looking at yourself, “oh yikes.”

the next day

navigation: heartbreak summer

next chapter: 03

authors note: thank you sm for everyone reading 🫶🏻 i genuinely love writing this story. also sae is so awkward in this im giggling 😭

taglist: @vaelils @shironagi

[amitiel-truth]

River Maiden Pt. 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

"Telemachus..." (Y/N) sighs into the sea, leaning out the window with a longing look in her eyes and a small pout, hands under her chin, missing her Prince.

Two guards stand behind her, who is just about done with her yearning.

"She's been longing for the Prince since he left." one of the Guards mutters, remembering how the two barely want to let go of each other, kissing too passionately to the point it unnerved The Prince's crew and (Y/N)'s Guards, before being forcibly pulled apart.

"If we didn't pull those two apart, I swear they were close to having sex then and there." the other Guard points out.

"I can hear you, Ioannis, Panagiotis. Oh, who am I kidding? We were about to have sex then and there." (Y/N) agreed, whining, burying her face in her arms, as the two Guards shared a tired look.

A storm had just passed, (Y/N) doesn't know why but it feels different, familiar.

Suddenly she heard yelling at the palace entrance, there she saw Antinous and the Suitors, antagonizing who seemed to be a Beggar.

"What are they up to now?." (Y/N) grimaces, before walking down the hall with the knights following her.

"You—dare to call me out, beggar? You who live on the scraps thrown to you by the mercy of others, who have never known the power of a seat at the king’s table, speak as though you are in any position to judge me? You think I take advantage of the royalty's hospitality? Ha. You are mistaken."

He steps closer, his voice low and venomous.

"I’ve earned my place at their side. The gods themselves would envy the privileges I enjoy. You? You’re nothing more than a shadow, a fleeting thought that the nobility might spare a coin or two, and that is the extent of your world. Do not mistake my invitation for weakness, beggar. It’s a courtesy you will never receive."

With an icy glance, Antinous leans in, voice barely a whisper.

"Keep your insults to yourself, or I will remind you what happens to those who speak above their station."

He turns sharply, leaving the beggar with nothing but the weight of his contempt hanging in the air.

"What's going on here?" a sharp voice cuts through Antinous arrogant claims, there stands a woman the Beggar never seen before, as the Suitors give way with two guards behind her.

Antinous steps forward, trying to maintain his composure, though his irritation is evident.

"Ah, it seems we have a new guest. I was merely handling a... misunderstanding, my lady. A beggar is attempting to sow discord with his wild accusations." He gestures toward the beggar dismissively, his voice carrying the weight of entitlement. "It’s nothing of concern, truly."

The woman’s eyes meet his with a sharpness that makes his words falter, her expression unreadable as she glances from Antinous to the Beggar. before (Y/N) walked up to the Beggar, a soft smile began to appear on her lips.

"Hello Sir, you seem tired and restless, you seem like you haven't had a good rest for the past 20 years or so, would you like a place to rest for a while, I assure you, you'll be provided with food and fresh clothes, think of it as compensation from our unruly guest, please take some rest." (Y/N) offered gently, surprising the Beggar.

The Beggar stares at her for a long moment, his face a mixture of disbelief and cautious hope. He hesitates, glancing at the guards behind her and then back at the crowd. But there is something in her gaze—something genuine—that softens his hardened exterior.

"Food… fresh clothes?" He repeats, a small laugh escaping him, though it’s laced with uncertainty. "For a beggar like me? A man who’s seen nothing but the gutters and shadows for more years than I can count?" He looks down at himself, his clothes ragged and dirt-streaked.

He bows his head slightly as if humbled by her offer. "But... perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to rest for a moment. A bed… food… I’ve long since forgotten what it feels like."

He nods slowly, accepting the offer, though his eyes flicker to Antinous one last time, a small but defiant smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he steps forward to follow her.

"Thank you, my lady," he murmurs softly, as though the words themselves are foreign to him. "I will gladly accept your generosity."

"Right this way, Sir." (Y/N) leads the way, with the guards following them behind, barely paying any mind to the Suitors's leering eyes

“Forgive me, lady… but I’ve wandered these streets for years. I’ve heard no word of a princess on Ithaca. No news, no whispers, not a single mention of one among the suitors. You carry yourself as though you’re of noble blood, yet none of the townsfolk have spoken of a princess." the Beggar asked in curiosity as they began to walk down the halls near the servant quarters.

"Oh, I'm no Princess, Sir. I'm the Prince's bethrode" (Y/N) clears up the confusion with a wave of both her hands.

"The Prince’s betrothed?" He repeats, voice laced with disbelief. His eyes flicker to the men, now understanding why they’re watching her with such intent. But it still doesn’t quite add up in his mind. "I’m new to Ithaca, so forgive me, but… I’ve heard nothing about any betrothal, let alone the Prince being promised to anyone."

His voice drops slightly, almost to himself as he continues, trying to make sense of what’s happening around him.

"These suitors, they’ve been here for ages. They talk about the Queen’s hand, the one they’re all fighting for. But no word about a Prince, no whispers of his betrothed, nothing at all. It’s like they’re all focused on the wrong prize."

"And I wish to keep it that way." (Y/N) commented, as they reached one of the unoccupied servant's room.

"This is your room for now, I'll make sure someone brings you food, clean water, and fresh clothes" (Y/N) opens the door for him with a smile.

"You say you wish to keep things quiet, but I wonder..." He turns to face her, leaning against the doorframe of the room. "Is there danger in revealing who you truly are? Or perhaps the suitors are only a small part of this, aren’t they? There’s something else, something you're not telling me."

He gives a small, wry smile before continuing, his voice lowering as if speaking to himself. "I don’t mean to pry, but it feels like there’s a storm brewing here, and I’ve just walked into the middle of it." (Y/N) simply stares at him with a smile, but her eyes seem different.

His eyes soften, his voice gentler now as he adds, "But I’ll take what you’ve offered—food, clean clothes, rest. I won’t question your kindness. For now."

"It'll only take a while, take as much rest as you want." (Y/N) stated as The Beggar softly closed the door, and she turned to leave to look for a servant.

As (Y/N) walks down the hallway, leaving the beggar alone in the room, Antinous appears at the end of the corridor, leaning casually against the stone wall. His eyes lock on her the moment she walks by, and he pushes himself off the wall with a smirk, stepping into her path.

"Well, well, if it isn’t the lady herself," Antinous says smoothly, his tone laced with mock admiration. He takes a look around the palace hall as if inspecting the surroundings, then gestures broadly with a sweep of his hand. "You’ve really turned this place into an inn, haven’t you?" He chuckles, clearly amused by the thought.

"Beds for everyone, meals on demand... What’s next? A 'no questions asked' policy?" His eyes twinkle with mischief, though there’s an edge to his words that suggests his distaste for what’s happening. His gaze flickers back to where the Beggar is resting in the room she’d just shown him.

(Y/N) simply scoff "If the palace were an Inn, you'd be our no. 1 customer, the problem is, you don't even bother to pay your bill." (Y/N) taunted, looking at him mockingly.

Antinous’s smile falters for a moment, his eyes flashing with irritation, but he quickly recovers, giving a low chuckle as he crosses his arms over his chest. His posture remains relaxed, though there's a noticeable edge to his voice now.

"Ah, a sharp one, aren’t we?" He gives her a sideways glance, clearly amused by her response, but his tone still holds that familiar arrogance. "I suppose I’d be a loyal customer if the service were worth my time." He pauses, his eyes lingering on her body as the guards cross their spears over her, making (Y/N) raise her hand as they back down.

"And what makes you think you deserve those kinds of services?" (Y/N) asks, tilting her head.

"Deserve?" He echoes her word with a mock thoughtfulness, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "Well, I don’t believe in the concept of deserve as much as I believe in taking what I want. And I want what I see. It’s as simple as that, (Y/N). You’re not as untouchable as you seem."

"And I don’t need to explain myself to anyone—especially not to someone playing pretend in a palace like this." His words are laced with a sharp edge, his confidence unshaken despite the guards presence. "You might be the prince’s betrothed, but that doesn’t mean you’re above everyone else here. You still have your role to play, just like the rest of us." He pauses for a moment, his voice lowering with a hint of something darker, something more possessive.

"You know," he begins, stepping a little closer, his eyes scanning her with a new, pointed intensity, "the thing about being a betrothed is that you need someone strong by your side. Someone who can really protect you." His lips curl into a sly grin, clearly aware of the implications of his words. "Not some... boy pretending to be a man."

"Especially when you’re as... fragile as you are," he adds with a mocking edge, his voice turning colder. "I mean, look at you—caught in a palace full of men who don’t even see you for what you are. It must be so... lonely, being with someone like the Prince. You need someone who sees your worth, who can show you what real power feels like."

His lips curl into a slow, almost predatory grin as if savoring every word.

"I can give you that, (Y/N). A man like me, not afraid to take what’s mine."

(Y/N) looks at him blankly, a cold stare in her eyes, before laughing, an extremely taunting laugh, akin to someone who's not afraid to...send a message.

"You truly believed all that act?!" (Y/N) laughs, heaving, as the guards look at her confused.

"Oh, but I couldn't blame you, my dearly beloved was so protective of me that day and I wouldn't have it any other way, I just love being doted by him day and night." (Y/N) sent him a smirk with her hands on her cheek.

"Something you can never do~."

"Really?" He drawls, clearly attempting to mask the sting of her words with feigned amusement. "So you think this is some kind of... sweet little game?" He looks her up and down, his gaze sharp as he tries to regain some control of the conversation. "I’d be more careful with your little prince’s doting, you know. Protective, you say? Sounds more like someone’s trapped in a gilded cage."

"Sure, you can love being doted on. But you know what they say about people who need constant reassurance..." His voice lowers, a hint of condescension creeping in as he steps closer, his eyes glinting with a dangerous satisfaction. "It’s not about strength—it’s about needing to be needed. And from what I can tell, your prince is happy to play the part. But let’s be real here, (Y/N). He’ll never be able to give you what you really need."

He leans in slightly, lowering his voice to a near whisper, but his words are as sharp as ever.

"And that’s something I can give you. Strength that doesn’t cower behind softness. Power that doesn’t rely on foolish ideals."

Antinous stands a little taller, his smirk widening at the tension he’s created.

"So go ahead, keep playing this little game with him," he finishes with a mocking laugh of his own, "but don’t be surprised when you realize—he’s nothing compared to the kind of man who can truly show you what it means to have control."

"I don't need control, all I need is Telemachus. and besides, why would I ever replace a Prince, to a man who couldn't provide his own food and shelter? ~." (Y/N) smirked at him, before leaving him in the middle of the hall to collect himself.

Antinous stands frozen for a moment, his smirk faltering as the weight of her words sinks in. He watches her walk away, and for a brief second, his usually unshakable confidence cracks. "Telemachus." The name lingers in the air like a bitter taste, and it’s clear that her declaration has hit him harder than he expected.

He stands there, his jaw tightening, fists clenched at his sides as he watches her retreat, a surge of frustration rising in his chest. He opens his mouth as if to say something—anything—but the words don't come. Instead, he stands in the middle of the hallway, surrounded by the heavy silence, trying to mask the feeling of being dismissed.

His eyes narrow as he watches her back, the smirk on his face replaced by something darker. The mention of Telemachus cuts deeper than he’d like to admit, and he realizes, with some bitterness, that (Y/N) isn't playing by the same rules he’s used to.

With a slow, deliberate exhale, Antinous turns away, his pride bruised, but the fire in his eyes burns just as brightly as before. As much as he wants to dismiss her as another game, a part of him knows this won’t be the last time their paths cross. And next time, he’ll be ready.

For now, though, he retreats to gather his thoughts, the tension of their exchange lingering in the air, his mind racing with all the ways he plans to make his mark.

"Mother, is it truly time?" (Y/N) asked, looking at Penelope in worry, as she held her husband's old bow.

"...I don't think I have any other choice, My dear," Penelope answered with tired weary eyes, as they walked out of the Queen's Quarters with the guards following them from protecting its doors, (Y/N) looking at her solemnly, taking her hand to give the Queen some comfort.

As they reached the Throne Room, The Suitors' chatter died down, as (Y/N) let go of his hand to let Queen Penelope present the bow, her challenge.

"This is the bow of Odysseus, King of Ithaca." Queen Penelope presented it, licking her lips, as she felt her mouth dry to the next words she was about to speak.

"The man who strings it and shoots an arrow, cleanly, through all 12 axes, shall take his place." Queen Penelope presented her challenge, as she placed the bow on a stone pedestal, for anyone who wants to try and complete her challenge.

The Suitors murmur among themselves, some impressed by the challenge while others scoff at it. After a moment of whispers and mutterings, each of the Suitors steps forth to try and string the bow. However, each one of them fails miserably, the bow remaining taut and unyielding in their hands.

As the Suitors fails the challenge, (Y/N) moves to Queen Penelope's side, taking her hand in a show of support. The Queen gives her a small, appreciative smile, touched by the gesture. The Hall is filled with the sounds of the Suitors mumbling and grumbling amongst themselves.

Nightfall came, many had tried but still unstrung the bow, as Queen Penelope and (Y/N) left for Queen Penelope's room.

"Are you sure you'll be alright alone, Mother?" (Y/N) asked in worry after escorting her with the guards.

"I'll be fine, Dear, get some rest as well, It's been a long day." Penelope sent her off with a caress on her cheek, before closing the door, but the three of them could hear her soft sobs, but none of them decided to comment on it.

"Let's go." (Y/N) softly tells her guards, as they begin descending the stairs, as (Y/N) takes the lead, Ioannis notices she's taking the wrong path.

"Lady (Y/N), this isn't the way to your room."

"Yes, yes. I know, I just want to check on them, It's quite hilarious to watch them fail." (Y/N) points out with a teasing smile, as all the guards could do is share a look.

as they reached the throne room, (Y/N) ordered them to wait by the door while she sneaked in to watch.

... a few minutes later, she slipped out of the door quickly, shaken.

"Lady (Y/N), What happ-"

"Keep our voices down, please." (Y/N) requested, calming herself down.

"Go to the Queen's Bedroom and guard the door right now and don't let anyone inside, I'll be there shortly, quickly!." (Y/N) orders as she runs off the opposite way from the guards.

The Guards stand by the Queen Room, unsure for what purpose, as they hear footsteps on the spiral stairs, they point their spears at the would-be intruder, before getting off their guard as they see (Y/N) on sight.

"Lady (Y/N), what's going on?" Panagiotis asked, confused while (Y/N) watched her breath.

"The Suitors, have grown impatient, they're planning to ransack the palace for all it's worth and force Penelope to choose by all means necessary." (Y/N) explains, panting, shocking the guards.

"I ask you both, are you willing to protect your Queen and me, from 108 hungry men?." (Y/N) asked, looking at them seriously, without a second thought, Ioannis pulled out a small dagger from his strap, giving the handle to her.

"Get inside." Ioannis tells her, while Panagiotis opens the door for her.

"Thank you, thank you both of you." (Y/N) Thank them both, before taking the dagger, rushing into Penelope's room, and began blocking the door.

"(Y/N), dear, what's going on?" Penelope asked, sitting up from her bed.

"The Suitors, they've grown impatient." (Y/N) explains, blocking the door as best she could.

"They've formed a takeover, they're going to ambush Telemachus at his return by the pier, they plan on forcing themselves on us, Mother." (Y/N) reveals, tears building up in her eyes.

Penelope’s eyes widened in shock, her heart sinking as she tried to process the gravity of (Y/N)'s words. She could hear the fear in her voice and immediately moved to comfort her.

"How... how do you know this, my dear?" Penelope asked, her voice trembling but steady, trying to keep calm for both of them.

(Y/N) wiped her eyes, taking a deep breath as she stood firm in front of the door, protecting her. "I overheard them, planning it out. They're going to strike before Telemachus can even reach the pier. They know he's the only one who can stop them."

Penelope nodded slowly, her thoughts racing. She had been through so much, but this—this was a new level of danger. She stood, moving toward (Y/N) with a quiet resolve.

"We must think, quickly. We cannot allow them to succeed," Penelope said, her voice hardening with determination. "If we have to, we will fight back. We won't let them take us."

"We only have two guards outside, but they won't be able to hold off 108 men, we also didn't have time to run away, the moment they formed the plan, they began spreading out." (Y/N) panted, leaning onto Penelope's arm.

"I would have thought you'd go after Telemachus, you must have the power for it." Penelope commented, rubbing her back.

"Every fiber of my being is begging to go to him, to warm him, but I know he can handle himself, and he would have wanted me to protect you, Mother." (Y/N) replied, a teary smile on her lips as Penelope appreciated her choice.

"Besides, I've already taken of them."

A group of Suitors began their plan to ambush Telemachus by the pier while laughing along the way like a pack of hyenas.

"Three of you! there! the rest form a formation, keep yourself hidden to not scare him off." their makeshift leader orders, making the rest of them grumble but follow, but their plans are all futile, as an unnatural wave washes over them, falling on all of them, but this wave is different, it doesn't let go of them, it deliberately pulled them into the water, into the sea, and finally, the depths of the ocean, where they are never heard off ever again.

[antinousletmehit]

Just imagen reader making a flower crown for telemachus (odyssey version) and convinced him to wear for the day (he's just going to take it off when reader isn't around cause he would maybe be lowkey embarrassed)

୨୧┇pairing: odyssey!telemachus x reader

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Telemachus crossed his arms, glaring at the flower crown you had just finished placing on his head. The soft petals of pink and white blossoms rested awkwardly against his messy hair, a stark contrast to his usual rugged, war practiced demeanor. “There,” you said with a satisfied grin, stepping back to admire him. “You look so adorable.”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips twisting into a scowl. “Adorable?” he repeated, his tone dripping with disdain. “I’m not a child, you know.”

You rolled your eyes, already used to his grumpy attitude. “You’re not a child, but you are my lover. Which is why you’re going to wear that for the rest of the day. Promise me, Telemachus.”

He sighed dramatically, reaching up to adjust the crown that now felt like it was burning into his scalp. “Do I have to?”

“Yes, you do,” you said firmly, poking his chest with your finger. “You’re wearing it, and you’re going to look great in it. No arguments.”

“Fine,” he muttered, glaring at the ground. But as soon as you turned to leave, his face shifted into a full grimace. He tugged at the flower crown slightly, testing how easily it could come off. Once you were out of sight, he groaned and yanked it off his head, tossing it onto a nearby table like it was cursed. “What am I, some kind of garden ornament?” he grumbled to himself. “A flower crown. Of all things. Gods, she’s lucky I like her.”

For a moment, he stared at the crown, feeling the slightest twinge of guilt. But the thought of being seen by anyone—anyone—while wearing it sent shivers down his spine. He could already hear the mocking laughter from the men in the palace. “Nice crown, prince! Did your lover braid it for you? Going to battle with petals, are we?”

“Nope. Not happening,” he said firmly.

The rest of the afternoon passed with Telemachus carefully avoiding the room where the flower crown lay abandoned, all while grumbling under his breath about how “ridiculous” the whole thing was. When you returned later, the first thing you noticed was his bare head. “Telemachus,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “Where’s the crown?”

He froze, guilt flashing across his face for a moment before he covered it with a haughty expression. “Oh, that thing? I, uh… took it off. It didn’t suit me.”

Your eyes widened, and your jaw dropped. “You took it off? After you promised me you’d wear it all day?”

“Well, yeah,” he said with a shrug, crossing his arms. “It was embarrassing. I’m not walking around looking like a floral bouquet just so you can have a laugh.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “It wasn’t for me to laugh at, Telemachus! I made it for you because I thought it would look nice on you! Because I thought you’d appreciate it!”

He flinched at the hurt in your voice, but his pride refused to let him back down. “Well, maybe next time make something less… humiliating.”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “You know what? Fine. I won’t make you anything ever again.”

You turned to leave, but his voice stopped you. “Oh, come on, don’t be like that.” For the rest of the evening, Telemachus sat in the quiet space, the flower crown still sitting on the table where he had left it. Every time he looked at it, he felt a twinge of guilt. Eventually, he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Maybe I was a little harsh,” he muttered to himself, picking up the flower crown. When you returned the next morning, you found him sitting at the table, the flower crown perched on his head. He looked up at you sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Look,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “I… I was a…bit rude… yesterday. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things.”

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “And?”

“And… the crown isn’t that bad,” he admitted grudgingly, avoiding your gaze. “It’s actually… kind of nice.”

A small smile tugged at your lips as you walked over and adjusted the crown on his head. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re groveling, Telemachus.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed him.

[bestalbertcamuslover]

Three Trains

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✯ pairing:  Sebastian Vettel x GF! Reader ✯

✯ content warnings: none ✯

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His affectionate lips trailed along her neck as soon as she stepped into his place. She had taken the train, despite his countless offers to pick her up—a choice he clearly didn’t approve of.

“You’re too stubborn,” he mumbled against her skin, his arms wrapping securely around her waist from behind as she set her purse on the countertop.

She turned her head slightly, only for his lips to catch hers in a playful kiss. “Am I?” she teased with a chuckle.

He hummed in mock disapproval. “I’ve told you like a hundred times—I can pick you up. Instead, you decide to take three trains.”

She sighed softly, turning to face him, her back gently meeting the edge of the kitchen island. “It’s not like I live nearby,” she replied, her smile warm and amused.

“You just don’t want to be stuck in a car with me for so long, right?” he teased, his hands instinctively finding her hips. “I promise, no singing or talking too much this time.”

She giggled, her gaze soft as she shook her head. “Seb, it’s fine,” she reassured, her voice full of affection.

“You’re not doubting my driving skills, are you?” Seb teased with mock offense, raising an eyebrow.

“Doubting the driving skills of an F1 driver? Me?” she laughed, her tone playful as she smiled fondly at him. “It’s not that—it’s just that I live too far for you to come and pick me up every week, okay? The train is fine.”

“Trains,” he corrected with a mischievous grin, emphasizing the plural. His tone held a teasing edge, clearly pointing out the ordeal she put herself through just because she was too stubborn to let him drive her.

“Seb, really, it’s fine, okay,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, her voice gentle but firm.

“Okay, okay,” he conceded with a grin, pulling her closer. “For now,” he added teasingly.

He held her tightly, savoring the moment. Her scent filled his senses, intoxicating in the best way, while his eyes traced her features as though she were a priceless piece of art—too precious for the world, yet somehow, she was right there in his arms.

“You know,” he began, his voice brimming with mischief, “I’ve been bragging about you in the paddock.” There was a genuine warmth behind his teasing words. “I think you should come and see your very cool, charming, and insanely talented driver boyfriend in action. Don’t you think?”

She chuckled at his playful self-praise. “Oh, where is this boyfriend of mine you’re talking about? Because mine isn’t quite like that,” she teased, her tone dripping with humor.

He nudged her lightly, pretending to be offended. “Right in front of you,” he replied with mock arrogance, grinning. “But seriously, I want you to come.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, a suspicious smile tugging at her lips. “Why do I feel like there's a catch to this?”

Seb grinned, his hands casually rested on her hips. “No catch. I just think it’d be fun if you came to a race. And—” he paused, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “—we could make a day of it. You know, go shopping for the weekend together.”

She blinked at him, her smile fading into mild disbelief. “You hate shopping.”

“I don’t hate it,” he said, though his face betrayed the lie immediately. “Okay, maybe I’m not the biggest fan, but I’ll survive if it means spending time with you.”

“Now I know there’s a catch,” she said, her tone teasing as she folded her arms.

Seb’s grin widened. “No catch,” he said innocently, leaning closer. “Well... maybe just a small condition. I’m paying for everything.”

She shook her head immediately, pulling back slightly from him. “Sebastian, no.”

“Yes,” he said firmly, his hands catching hers to keep her close. “Why not? It’s not like I can’t afford it.”

“That’s not the point!” she exclaimed, exasperation lacing her words. “I don’t want to feel like you’re just… throwing money at me. I can pay for myself.”

“I know you can,” he said, his tone calm but insistent. “But I don’t want you to. This isn’t about money—it’s about me wanting to treat you, to make things easy and enjoyable for you. It’s not a business transaction, it’s me wanting to share something important with you. Can you let me do that?”

Her lips parted as she struggled to find a counterargument, but his earnestness disarmed her. He wasn’t trying to control her; he was just being Seb—thoughtful, stubborn, and a little too giving for his own good.

“Seb, I don’t need fancy hotels or first-class flights,” she said softly, her hands resting lightly on his chest now. “I just want to be there with you.”

“And you will be,” he said, his voice dropping as his gaze softened. “But you’re not taking three trains for this one, okay? You’ll fly, you’ll stay in a nice hotel, and you’ll let me spoil you. Please.”

She stared at him for a moment, biting her lip as she weighed her pride against the sheer joy on his face. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

He laughed, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her forehead. “So I’ve been told.”

She sighed dramatically but smiled. “Fine. But if we’re going shopping, I’m picking out whatever I want, and you’re not allowed to complain.”

“Deal,” he said instantly, though the slight grimace on his face made her laugh.

“And,” she added, poking his chest, “I’m buying my own clothes. Don’t even think about pulling out your wallet.”

“We’ll see,” he said, a cheeky glint in his eye as he kissed her again—this time slower, softer, and full of the kind of love that made her heart ache in the best way.

She shook her head when they pulled apart, laughing despite herself. “I don’t know how you always manage to win.”

He grinned, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s because you love me,” he teased.

“Debatable,” she replied, though the smile on her face said otherwise.

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✯ authors note: English is not my first language and I hope you liked it <3

[meowsgirldrawing]

Soft is a Need too (Spite x Rook Drabble I could NOT get out of my head)

Obviously Lucanis x Rook too, but I like to explore Spite and his constant need for Rook just as much as Lucanis does too.

Not proofread so apologies for any mistakes, I am but a wee human in this wee world.

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Soft, subtle hands play into ‘his’ hair, twirling a strand around a finger so gently before letting it fall to the rest before carding through once more.

Spite couldn’t tell what need rang better- the need to close ‘his’ eyes or keep them on Rook as they read their novel peacefully from their other hand. 

He only gets so much time with them, and yes- while that time has for sure grown since Lucanis finally did something worthwhile and said how he felt towards Rook after their long-awaited return, he still itches for the times Lucanis finally lets himself rest and him take over. 

He’s been what Rook calls ‘Good’ and laid with them instead of trying to leave. But why would he leave now? Before, he was just bored. Now, he’s not bored anymore! Rook is! With him! Him!! Spite!

And with the way they giggle after a particular hair caress has him sighing in content and nuzzling into their stomach, he can tell they like it too. Not think like Lucanis does, Knows!

“You’re not falling asleep either, are you?” They tease lightly.

Spite glares up at them with fiery purple hues marking their face, “No. Can’t now.”

Their brow raises and a light smirk has him smirking fully back. “Oh?” Their tone has him tightening his arms around them better. Better for them not to leave. “And why’s that, hm?”

Spite nudges into the palm cupping his face, lightly nipping at it that has Rook booping his nose in response for his assault. 

It takes him another moment to realize the look set on him is one of expectation, not just playfulness with tender touches added in. 

It’s simple. “Can’t loose. Our Rook. Again.”

Rook’s hand holding his face pauses as does the one clasped with a book freezes, turning more stiff. 

They blink, then an odd look comes about their face. Spite doesn’t like it. 

They look worried and runs a more concerned felt hand through his hair. He practically purrs like those creatures he sees them constantly petting in Lucanis’s home town. 

“Spite…you know I’m not going anywhere again, right?”

“Yes. Because we kill. Whoever changes that.” His eyes flash momentarily, and he brings a hand to their face instead. Soft skin meets his hand followed by a sweet flutter of eyelashes as he cups around the side of their face. Gentle as Lucanis told him. Like he would ever hurt Rook. They are theirs! Theirs to protect! To fight with, to have fun with!

And finally feel soft with after so long of pain and hurt. 

All Spite knew since getting forced to share a body with the most stubborn human alive was pain. 

From being ripped from the fade and into the already tormented body itself, to the harsh experiments and trial and errors the mages did on him and Lucanis-just to see how ‘they’ reacted as host and demon, to sitting to the side as Lucanis curled into a sopping broken ball for months every night, frozen cold and having to listen to the irritating drip drip drip of the cell door. 

Spite felt the hunger, the aches, the burning anger and nagging sadness, and above all- the undeniable fear. 

Lucanis inadvertently made Spite feel it all, thus leading to his own want to leave, to go back to this ‘home’ Lucanis kept thinking about night and day. 

It all stopped the day Rook and her little team of misfits came into their life. With Rook leading the charge, they managed to get out and end up entirely into a new contract in return for helping them escape. 

It all stopped when Rook smiled and offered their assistance with anything the two needed. 

It all stopped when Lucanis got a flutter in his chest that grew and grew until the very sight of Rook had him blushing and Spite grinning. 

That was until that bastard mage, Solas as they called him, decided the brightest idea was to take their Rook. 

No more. 

Spite eyes them as they mark their book for later reading time and he starts sitting up further with glee when their arms stretch out to him. 

He’s a bit fast in globing them up in a hug only to have them laying across their large couch. He buries his face into their neck, smirking and chuckling as hands run up and down his back. It tickles. 

They settle into his favorite position at that point. Him laying on their chest, face nosing into their collarbone, and them holding them like how his wings hold them when keeping them safe. Away from the painful world. Away from mages and Solas. 

“Mine.” He presses a kiss into the bone underneath him. "Mine." They murmur it back just as easily. He smiles. 

He feels..safe..soft here. Lucanis thought it first but Spite couldn’t help but agree more the first time their hands touched them. 

The same hands that card his hair from his face to press light, fast kisses on his forehead. His nose. And he tilts up to meet their lips. They pinch him and they yelp as he does it back with a chuckle. Others would be scared of such a noise, but their hands are still on him, still giving him soft touches and loving caresses. 

He won’t sleep, he doesn’t need it nor wants it right now. He has his and Lucanis’s Rook and that's all he needs. 

That and their soft touch as always.

[winchesterwild78]

The Art of Not Saying "I Love You" pt 4

Master List

Characters: Soldier Boy, Ben x Reader, other characters from The Boys

Warnings: some angst, lots of fluff, Ben the ol softy 

A/N: I’ve loved writing this story. Ben always gets a bad rap because of his personality, but I see right through it. He was hurt and betrayed by his father and then the woman he loved. He was tortured for over 40 years, I don’t know about you but I’d be a little pissed too. I love writing soft Ben, because I have a feeling if the right woman came along she could break down those walls, brick by brick. I can see him falling in love and it scaring the hell out of him. 

I hope you’ve enjoyed this story. Thanks for reading it. 

I do not own the rights to the characters in this story. This does not follow The Boys timeline, and is a work of fiction.

All work is my own, please don’t take it or use it without permission. Reblogs and Likes are always welcome.

Written and edited fast, please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

Annie looked at me stunned. “You’re what?!” Tears pricked my eyes, “I’m pregnant. Oh Annie, what am I going to do?” 

She pulled me close and wrapped her arms around me. “We will figure it out.” 

I swallowed hard as a lump formed. I knew the baby was Ben’s. Tom always wore a condom and never finished inside me. He always pulled out and finished in the condom. Ben however, was proud of the fact he came inside me. 

I placed a hand on my stomach. I couldn’t believe this was my life. So utterly alone, heartbroken and pregnant. 

I felt the bile rise up in my throat and I ran to the bathroom, emptying the contents of my stomach. 

When I finished I cleaned myself up, brushed my teeth and went back into the living room. 

Annie was texting and my heart sank. “Annie, please don’t say anything to anyone. Even Huey. I don’t want Ben to know.” 

“Oh sweetie, it’s not my place to tell anyone. I was just letting Huey know I was staying the night with you. Y/N, I’m not going to tell you what to do, but I think you should tell Ben. If this is his baby don’t you think he should know. Even if you two aren’t together, don’t you want your baby to have both their parents in their life?” 

“I don’t know what to do, Annie. Can I really raise a baby on my own, do I want to? I was in love with Ben. Hell, I still am. If things were different I’d be over the moon to have a baby with the man I love, but he has made it clear he can’t or won’t have a relationship with me. I can’t risk him hurting this child. If I keep the baby, they will only know they are loved and wanted. I don’t want them growing up thinking they weren’t good enough to be loved by their father.” 

She touched my arm, “Well, whatever you decide I’ll be there with you. This baby will always be loved and taken care of. Right now let’s focus on getting you something to eat and relaxing.” 

I nodded and she pulled me in tightly for a hug. 

“I don’t have much here for food.” “It’s okay. I’ll run to the store since you’re not feeling well and grab some stuff. You stay here and rest.”

I nodded, she hugged me and left. I thought about what she said about Butcher. 

I took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in my throat and hovered over his contact information in my phone. 

I pushed it and bit my lip. One ring and he picked up. 

“Oi, love! Are you okay? Where are you?” 

My voice was soft, “Hey B. I’m okay. I’m so sorry I cut you out. I’ve been dealing with everything. I just needed to get away and clear my head.” 

“I understand, love. Are you coming home?” 

“No, I have a place now. I’m so sorry B.” Then I heard Ben in the background. “Butcher get the fuck off the phone. We have work to do.” 

I gasped at the sound of his voice. It sent a shiver down my spine. My breath hitched. 

“Shut it you fucking cunt. I’m talking to Y/N.” 

“What?! How is she, where is she? Let me talk to her.” 

“No, Butcher. I don’t want to talk to him. Please.” 

“No. She doesn’t want to talk to you.” 

I felt sick. My heart pounded in my chest. Part of me screamed out for him and another part wanted to keep him away. I was so torn. 

“Hey, Butcher. You sound busy. I promise to keep in touch. I love you, B.” 

“Okay, I love you too, Y/N.” 

We hung up and the tears fell. I sat my phone down and it rang almost immediately. 

I looked at the screen and it was Ben. I sat staring at his name. The call ended and he called right back. He was relentless. 

Finally I answered, “Hello, Ben.” 

“Oh my god, Y/N! Thank god you answered. Are you okay? Where are you?” 

“I’m okay Ben. I’m not going to tell you where I am. I need to protect myself from you.” 

He gasped softly, “Please don’t say that, baby. I would never hurt you.” 

I scoffed, “But you did, Ben. You made me fall in love with you and then you pushed me away. How could you do that?” A sob left my lips.

Ben ran his fingers through his hair, “Baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re everything to me.” “No, Ben. I’m not. If I was you wouldn’t have slept with another woman the day after we made love all weekend.”

He sighed heavily. “Ben, I need to tell you something. Before I do I need you to understand I don’t need anything or want anything from you.” 

“Okay, sweetheart. I understand.” Ben’s heart quickened and his mind began to race. 

“Ben, I went to the doctor for a physical and they ran some routine tests. The doctor called me today with the results.” I swallowed hard and took a deep shaky breath.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Is everything okay?” My voice quivered, “No Ben, but I will be. Ben, I’m pregnant.” 

Ben almost dropped his phone, “What? Is it mine or Tom’s?” “It’s yours. I’m positive. But I don’t want or need anything from you. I just wanted you to know. You have a right to know.” 

“Y/N, please tell me where you are. I want to be there with you.” “Ben, it’s too late. You made your choice and I’ve made mine. I’ll keep you updated on the baby, but I’m not expecting anything. I don’t want them to feel like they are unloved or unworthy.” 

“Don’t do that.” His voice dripped with venom. “Don’t do what? Tell the truth? Ben I know you used me. I was stupid enough to fall in love with you, stupid enough to believe I mattered and that you loved me too. But you’re not capable of loving anyone, are you?!”

“Stop! You do matter to me, dammit. I’m a fucking coward! Is that what you want to hear? I’m a fucking coward who finally let his walls down, made love to a beautiful woman, apparently made a baby with her and then I pushed her away. All because I’m too much of a fucking coward to admit…” His voice trailed off. 

I heard the pain in his voice and it sent a pang of guilt and sadness through my heart. “To admit what Ben?”

“Just forget it. You’ve made up your mind already, Y/N. I want to be in our baby’s life. They will know I’m their father and I’ll do whatever I can to protect them.”

“Ben.” My voice is soft and unsure. “Y/N.” “Please tell me what you were going to say. I need to hear it. Please.” My voice quivered and I felt the tears start to fall. 

Ben was quiet on the other end. He took a deep breath. “I um.. Shit, this is harder than being tortured for 40 years.” I chuckled softly, “Ben, please. You can trust me. I love you, Ben.” 

Just like that a switch flipped, “Y/N, I’m sorry. I’ve been a fucking pussy. I let everything Crimson and those Reds do to me cloud my judgement and build up walls. You broke through those walls without even trying. Now you’re having my baby. Y/N, I’m so sorry it took me this long to grow a pair. I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” 

My breath hitched and I smiled. There it was. Ben finally said it. Finally admitting what he had been pushing down deep. 

“I love you too, Ben. Now get your ass over here.” I gave him the address and he laughed, “Yes ma’am. I’m on my way.”

When Annie came back from the store I told her what happened and how Ben was coming over. She hugged me and told me she was glad he finally admitted he loved me. “I knew it this whole time. It was the only thing that made sense. He’s been terrified of giving his heart away again and having it crushed. I’m happy for your sweetie. I’m going to leave so you two can have some privacy. Let me know how it goes.” I nodded and gave her a hug. 

I sat on the couch and waited for Ben. My heart pounded in my chest. Every minute felt like an eternity. An hour had passed since the phone call. My heart began to ache. It doesn’t take an hour to get here from the apartment. Oh god, he did it again. I let myself believe him.

As the familiar ache started to fill my heart the sound of the doorbell pulled me from my thoughts. 

I took a deep breath and opened the door. Standing there was Ben. Looking as amazing as ever. In his hands was a bouquet of my favorite flowers, a bag filled with my favorite snacks and another bag. 

I chuckled when I saw it. His green eyes met mine, “Sorry I’m late sweetheart. I had to make a stop.” 

He walked in, sat the stuff down and I leaped in his arms. He pulled me flush to his chest and kissed me. The kiss was gentle at first but then it deepened. The pain and sorrow from the past two months melted away with every swipe of our tongues, every brush of his fingertips. 

When we pulled away from each other our chests were heaving for air. Ben’s hands cupped my face, “God you’re so beautiful, and you’re having my baby.” I smiled and leaned into his touch, “Yeah, we’re having a baby, Ben.” 

He placed his hands gently on my stomach, “Hey baby. It’s your dad. You’re going to come out and kick ass.” I playfully slapped his arm, “Ben, language.” He smirked, “Sorry, but he will.” “Oh so it’s a he?” 

Ben just looked at me, “I like to think so. He’s going to grow up loved, strong and I’ll always be so fucking proud of him.” 

I saw tears prick Ben’s eyes. I placed my hands on his chest, “Ben, you’re going to be an amazing father. You just have to let us in. Don’t push us away and always remember there is nothing you could ever do that will make us not love you. Hell, even after you slept with that woman I was still in love with you.” 

I stepped closer to Ben, “I still love you, Ben. So much. This baby, our baby is going to be loved and grow up strong like you are. You’re worthy of love and so much more.”

Ben pulled me close to his chest and held me tight. “How did I get so lucky to have your love? I’m sorry I pushed you away. I’m sorry I made you ever feel unloved and unwanted.” The tears that had pricked his eyes were starting to fall. 

I’d never seen him cry and my heart ached. I reached up and wiped his tears away with my thumbs. “Ben, you’re here now and that’s what matters. Don’t ever do that again or we (I placed my hand on my stomach) will kick your ass.” 

He chuckled, “I wouldn’t think of it. This, us, our baby, is all I’ll ever need. I made not saying I love you an art, but with you I never want to miss the chance to say it again. “I love you, Y/N. Now and forever.” “I love you too, Ben. Now and forever.”

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[dontopenfairies]

"Am I getting put in that?" He sat up on his elbows.

"Lay back down, baby." She gently pushed his shoulders down again.

"Why do I need to get put in a diaper? Why do I need to get changed lying down..." She put a finger to his lips.

"You know why, honeypie. Do you just want me to remind you again? You went poop in your pull-up. Come on, get your bottom up for me. There we go." She gently pulled his hips back down onto the soft diaper.

He felt his body squirm on the changing mat He was trying so hard not too, but he couldn't help it.

"There we go." She taped him up securely. "Let me get you new pants. You're going to feel all clean and nice."

"Okay." His thumb slipped into his mouth again.

"Aww, see? I know you like this better. Help me get your pants on. I know you can do that. See, soft pajamas over a soft, clean diaper. Doesn't that feel nice?"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh."

"There we go. Come on up." She pulled him up by his forearms and he whined a little bit. "What? Do you want to lay down on the changing table a little longer? Come on, baby, I want you to do some dishes for me." She lifted him off the table and set him on his feet.

"My feet are cold..."

"Go get socks on and meet me in the kitchen, okay?" She left the room.

She sat down at the kitchen table and picked up the magazine she'd been reading just before he needed to be changed. A few minutes later she heard soft footsteps coming down the hallway. He appeared in the kitchen doorway.

"Hi, baby. Go ahead and start on the dishes."

He walked over to the sink. The diaper was so soft and secure under his clothes and it was making him feel so warm. He could feel her eyes looking at him.

"Are you okay? You didn't wet yourself so soon, did you?"

"No." He set the plate he had been rinsing in the dish rack. "Why?"

"You look a little bit wiggly, that's all. Oh, I know. I bet you feel really comfortable with your diaper on under your clothes, huh?"

She watched a red flush rise in the back of his neck. She set the magazine aside and pushed out her chair, standing up. Gently and slowly, she looped her arms under his arms and around him from behind. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"You know what it means, right?" she asked, taking her head off his shoulder.

"What...what what means?"

"Feeling your diaper on under your clothes. It means...it means I really care about you and I want you to feel safe and clean." She rested her head on his shoulder again. "Do you know that?"

He didn't say anything right away, but she could feel how warm he was getting, and she could feel his hips and legs wiggling a little.

"I know," he said.

"I'm glad you know," she said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. "Let me know when you need a change again, okay, honey?"

She pulled away from him and went back to the table, picking up her magazine.

"I don't need to be changed like a baby..." She put her hands under his arms and hoisted him up onto the changing table. "I can get changed standing up."

"Uh-huh...but you like being changed lying down like a baby, don't you?"

He didn't say anything but he smiled at her from behind his hand.

"And besides," she continued, "you went number 2. This is just going to be way easier." She pushed his shoulders down onto the mat.

She eased down his pajama pants. "Oh wow. You're so messy. At least you didn't leak." She pulled his pants all the way off and ripped open the sides of his pull-up.

"You know you aren't meant to do that in pull-ups," she told him as she cleaned him up. "And look at you with your thumb in your mouth. Tell me again who isn't a baby?"

"I'm not a baby," he mumbled.

[noctis-kingfisher]

Blue Hour (i) ⁞ Isagi Yoichi

-> Your life finally settles after a rough divorce, and all you want is to run your flower shop in peace, but when 20-year-old Isagi Yoichi starts working for you, the summer might get hotter than anticipated.

18+, NSFW, summer solstice point!au, age-gap romance, reader is 28, Isagi is 20, eventual smut, and much of it, eventual questionable dubcon but not with Isagi, divorced reader, sexual exploration, pov change at the beginning, she/her pronouns are used briefly for reader, this is basically a self-insert, highly self-indulgent, canon universe despite some age disparities and how that affects the canon timeline (just don't think about it) , read summer solstice point tyty

-> masterlist

The soft tinkling of the little bell hanging over the door follows on the summer breeze as Isagi steps inside the flower shop, wiping the sweat from his brow. Heady aromas of flora and cut greenery flood his senses.

The shop is pleasantly cool, not as conditioned as he expected a flower shop to be, but familiar. He reaches the front counter when she pops in from one of the two back rooms, and his heart picks up at the sight.

“Hello, I’ll be right with you,” the woman greets, her movements quick in disappearing to set down the bouquet she was working on to take position at the front register. She gives the young man a pleasant smile and wipes her hands down her apron as she asks, “Are you looking for anything in particular today?”

Isagi blinks back into the present moment, embarrassment rising to his cheeks. “Let’s see… I am, actually. Do you have any lilacs? Oh, and plum blossoms?”

“Oh, wow,” she says with a huff, “you’re in luck. I was worried no one would ask for the last batch of plum blossoms we got in. You saved me today.”

He smiles bashfully, eyes sparkling. “Really? Call it fate.”

“I’ll say. So you’re looking to get a bouquet with lilacs and plum blossoms,” she repeats as she types in the information. “Do you want a small, medium, or large set?”

Warmth raises to his cheeks when she looks back up at him. “A… a large is fine, if you have enough plum blossoms.”

“Boy, do I.” She gently laughs and types some more. “And what name will this be under?”

The air in his lungs stills as he gazes at her, the sunlight filtering through over her hair making the airborne dust look like sparkles. “Isagi. Isagi Yoichi.”

Typing in the rest of his information, she accepts his credit card, and he has to keep himself from white-knuckling the countertop when their fingers brush each other not once but twice when she hands it back. His heart fully skips a beat when he notices she isn’t wearing a ring on her left hand.

“Alright, give me around thirty minutes. Is that okay? Or do you want to come back for them?”

Isagi shakes his head. It’s gotta take longer than that, he thinks. “I’ll wait, it’s no problem at all, really. Take your time.”

He has to reel himself in with a hand over his heart once she heads back to start on the bouquet. After a deep, centering breath, he fills his time by looking around the store. There’s a cooler with glass doors against the wall housing pre-made bouquets and shelves by the windows of potted plants and flora. He walks along the rows of metal shelves on the center floor showcasing baskets of fake flower arrangements for graves, he assumes.

A dinging notification catches his attention.

“Mm—” Isagi slips out his phone to see it isn’t his. Catching movement to his left, he’s able to peer inside the floral room where she’s standing. He instinctively moves to step out of sight to maintain her privacy, another flush of warmth rising to his cheeks, but stops when he sees the phone in her hand.

From this distance, he can’t make out the details but can see the opened messaging app. And she hasn’t responded. Her shoulders sit visibly slumped while she stares at the screen as if a dark cloud has appeared above her.

He could guess who it was from. The thought sours his mood in her stead. But he quickly gets back to looking around when she abruptly sighs and sets back to work. Passing in front of the counter again, he notices a paper and pen with something written down: “Part-timer wanted. Weekdays 1:00-5:00 p.m. Inquire for positions.”

His eyes glimmer.

Her sudden entrance with the bouquet catches him off guard. It’s only been twenty minutes. “Alright, it’s all done.” She puts on that same smile as before, proud of her work.

The sight of the full bouquet has him beaming. “Whoa—it looks amazing! Thank you for this. I uh…” He scratches the back of his neck. “I also noticed you’re looking for a part-timer.”

“Oh, are you interested?”

…

The interview for the position is done in the adjacent lunch room. A counter top lines the side wall, which holds a mini fridge and coffee machine that brews everything but.

You hand Isagi a matching black-cat mug of milk tea, fit with two ears pointing from the rim and green eyes painted below them, as you sit across from him at the table for two. His vase of lilacs and plum blossoms takes up most of the table space.

“Thank you,” he says softly, smiling at the cute mug before taking a sip. He hums in appreciation.

There’s been a soft yet unmistakable blush to his cheeks ever since he followed you to the back, and you’d be a fool not to notice the reaching behind his gaze the moment you met. It doesn’t help you either with how he sits into himself shyly yet filled out as if he’s had years of life beyond his young age, you assume just starting college. It makes you wonder what made him this way.

“Ah, may I remove this…?” Isagi reaches to slip off his open flannel shirt, and that’s when you notice the sweat on his collarbone.

“Oh, by all means. My apologies. I keep it kinda warm back here. I can turn it down if you’d like.”

Isagi shakes his head and continues with taking the flannel off, leaving him in his white t-shirt. “It’s fine, really. I don’t mind.”

I do mind, you say in your head as your eyes flit over his exposed neck, down his broad shoulders, and his arms.

Still, you conduct the interview; your current employee will be leaving soon, and there aren’t many people lining up for your small shop. Should Isagi initiate anything unprofessional, you could simply fire him, you conclude.

The hard beat of your heart calls your bluff.

You clear your throat and hope the clarity reaches your head. “Alright. To start off, do you have any prior experience working at a flower shop?”

“Er, no…” Isagi scratches the back of his head. “But I watched a few documentaries on florists and floriculture before. A lot of effort and creativity goes into this specialization.” He smiles boyishly and scratches his chin with his index finger. “You’re so cool, Ms. Sato.”

“Really?” The effort is appreciated if you’re to believe him. “That’s sweet, thank you. The position doesn’t require you to make arrangements, but if you’re interested in it, I could teach you over time.”

“I’d love that!” Isagi says with a determination that surprises you.

You smile and then continue. “You’d mainly be up front to take orders, and that includes over the phone. The front and back of the building need to remain clean too, but I usually sweep since I’m the one making most of the mess—”

“I can clean it all, Ms. Sato.” Isagi nods emphatically, and you can’t stop your mind from taking his words in a different light.

You mentally chide yourself and sweep the thoughts under the rug while you write in your notebook.

“And as for transportation,” you change topics.

“Ah, I don’t live far, actually. I could even walk here with no problem.”

You nod and write some more down. “Alright. And I’m sure you read the flier, but the shifts are from one to five on the weekdays. You won’t have to help me close, but you’d need to make sure you clean the desk before leaving your station. Will this get in the way of any schooling?”

“Er, no, it’ll be completely fine. I only stayed for one year…” Isagi says a bit reluctantly but quickly amends it by saying, “But I can start as soon as tomorrow—or right now if you need a hand.”

“Can you write your number here?” You hand over the notebook and pen to him, which he takes with a slight bow of his head, slightly dejected.

“Of course.” He hands it back to you when he’s done.

You nod. “Don’t worry about today. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Ms. Sato.”

You watch him take his vase of flowers and flannel over his shoulder before he leaves. It’s only when the bell hanging over the front door signals that you look down at your name tag. It only reads your first name.

With a sigh, the weight of social interaction finally slips from the corners of your mouth, and you stand to return to the next room over to work on the bouquet you had previously.

“Sorry I’m late, Ms. Sato!” Your current part-time employee, Mei, startles you before you can step out the door.

“Ah, that’s alright,” you say, patting over your heart. “It wasn’t busy.”

“That guy had a pretty big bouquet. You did it this morning?” Mei asks as she settles her things down.

You look over to the window absentmindedly as if he’d be there if you looked. “Yes. But it wasn’t bad. Only lilacs and plum blossoms with some fillers.”

Mei whistles. “He must like someone.”

Her words give you pause before you resume your way back to the floral room. “You think so?”

“First,” Mei starts as she tidies her space at the front counter, “he’s buying flowers. It’s for someone. Second, flower language of course. He’s totally got a crush on somebody. Maybe he’s confessing today? Oh—” She notices the hiring flier. “Do you want me to hang this up on the door?”

You stare blankly at the in-progress bouquet of yellow hyacinths on the wooden table. “Ah, no, that’s okay. We actually don’t need it anymore.”

…

“See you tomorrow, Ms. Sato! I promise I won’t be late next time!”

You wave Mei goodnight at the door before locking up for the evening.

You’ve called the second story of the flower shop your home for the past eight years since you bought the place. After cleaning around the store, you make your way to the lunch room where the stairs lie hidden behind the back wall.

You stop at the table when you see the cat mugs of tea still sitting there, and memories of the interview spill back into your mind while you spill the cups into the sink.

“He’ll be a good addition…” you speak aloud to yourself in the dim silence. The words themselves don’t drown out or convince the weird feelings from the day any more than you. But you still try. “He’s strong, so he can lift and carry things I can’t. He’s friendly and polite… so… he’ll be good with customers.”

The convincing follows you up the stairs.

You click the door closed behind you with a sigh and are immediately hit with a familiar voice.

“You can’t just leave the air conditioner on, can you? Tch...”

Ice shoots down your spine. You rush a hand up to flip on the lights to reveal the empty apartment. The memory melts away as soon as it arrives, and relief takes its place.

It’s been over a year since you divorced your husband, and the whale fall has yet to clear, you suppose.

“Divorcing him was good for you. Twenty-eight is still young,” you hear your friend group’s words in mind.

Yes. It was for the best.

“You didn’t need him anyway. He had it made but still mooched off of you.”

“We tried to tell you. Nothing good would come from him, at least not long term.”

“Men like him don’t know how to settle down. You’d think rich would stay with rich, but no.”

You swat the thoughts away and trudge into the kitchen, feeling heavier now from the day. It’s true that you wanted for nothing. The perks of being born into a wealthy family meant you could pursue your love of flowers however you saw fit. It also meant you could settle down whenever, and that you did.

Setting a pot to boil, you warm your hands over the rising heat. Even though the air conditioner is set so high it rarely comes on, you still catch chills so easily.

The heat hugging your hands reminds you of the way he used to complain, but those thoughts slowly replaced with those of a flannel being removed politely.

“Ah, I’m hot…”

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Thanks for reading, and if you enjoyed, please reblog! I'd love to know your thoughts so far!

Reposted from @ceruleansol-archive since I've moved blogs.

[ravenclaws-stuff]

Draco Malfoy x Greengrassreader

Tags: fluff, Draco in the hospital, time lapse, mention of childbirth

First Kiss:

Laughter echoed across Malfoy's quidditch pitch. All the children, Greengrass, Nott, Goyle, and Crabbe flew around as the parents sat under the gazebo. A loud scream pierces from the field as I fall from my broom. I crash onto the ground with a loud snap. I cry out in pain as I hold onto my arm.

A thump sounded from behind me as Draco tossed his broom onto the ground. He rushes over to me, sliding across the grass. I sniff, wiping the tears off my cheek. "What happened?" He asked, grey eyes searching mine. I shrug. "I lost control. I'm..I'm sorry." He shakes his head. "Don't apologize." I nod. "Let me see." He gently holds my arm. "Broken." I nod, a fresh set of tears rolling down my cheek. Mum calls for me, panic obvious in her voice.

Draco leans down and places a soft kiss on my arm, carefully not to jostle or cause any more pain. "There. A kiss to make it better."

---

Second Kiss(Fourth Year):

The common room was quiet as I led Draco into the Ravenclaw tower. He looks around, spinning the giant globe. "So this is what the bird's nest looks like." I roll my eyes. "Can't believe you never brought me up here before." He says, stopping next to me.

We both look at the giant statue of the founder Rowena Ravenclaw, in silence. "Thank you for tonight." I break the silence, turning to looking at him. Draco was handsome, always was, but maybe moreso in his dress robes. He grins, pushing a stray hair behind my ear. "It was a pleasure. I really should be thanking you for agreeing to come with me. Without you, I am certain my father would have forced me to go with Parkinson." We share a laugh, knowing how much Pansy drooled over him. It was a small reason why I did agree to go with him. The other reason was purely selfish.

Draco reaches out, grabbing my hand. Raising my hand to his lips, he presses a soft kiss to my knuckles. "Good night angel." I watch as the door closes, our eyes never leaving the other. Something changed between us tonight as we danced. It was shimmering, almost bubbling over. I trace my knuckles, where his lips were, still feeling warm. "Good night Draco."

---

Third Kiss(Sixth Year):

I raced to the hospital wing. Theo and Daphne found me in the library, informing me that Draco was admitted earlier this evening. The paleness in Theo's normally vibrant face was enough for me to leave everything in the library and run to him.

I throw open the door, eyes searching frantically for him. "Mrs Greengrass." Madam Pomfrey scolded me, but I ignored her. I had to find him. My heart raced as I finally found him asleep I'm the bed closest to the matron's office. "He's going to be alright dear. Just needs some rest." She places a comforting on my shoulder. I nod, her words reassuring me. He's going to be fine.

"May I stay until he wakes up?" She looks between Draco and I before nodding. "UntilS curfew, then you will have to leave." I thank her before scooting the chair closer to the bed. Tears pool in the corner of my eyes. "Oh Draco." I run my hand through his tangled hair. He's going to be upset about that when he wakes up.

I lay my head on his arm, placing my fingers between his. "I'm here, Draco." I whisper. Whatever was building between us has been put on hold. With the war coming, I couldn't force Draco into a position like that right now. He has enough on his plate.

"Angel?" Draco groans, turning his head towards me. I smile at the nickname. "Yeah, it's me Draco." He opens his eyes, a small smile on his face. "What...what are you doing here? Are you alright?" I roll my eyes, squeezing his hand. "Heard you were in here. Had to make sure you were alright." He nods, squeezing my hand before closing his eyes. We sit in silence, comforting each other.

"I almost died." I freeze. The fear in his voice is so raw. How? What? But Madam Pomfrey said. "If it weren't for Snape, I would have never made it out of the bathroom." I push back the tears. I need to be strong. For Draco. "What happened?" My voice shakes. He squeezes my hand. "Saint Potter -"

"Mrs Greengrass curfew is soon." Madam Pomfrey calls from her office, interrupting our conversation. I nod, standing up. "I'll be here first thing in the morning." Draco tries to sit up, the blanket falling down his bare chest. My heart shatters at the red angry scars running down his chest. "Lay down Draco." I prop him on his pillows. I place a lingering kiss on his forehead.

"Rest or else, I won't sneak you a pumpkin pastry in the morning." He rolls his eyes, but lays back down. "You're so bossy." I chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "You know you love me." He squeezes my hand. "Go before you get detention." I nod, wishing i could crawl into bed next to him.

I wish Madam Pomfrey goodnight before looking at Draco one last time. He winks as I walk out the door. As I walk down the hallway, I know two things. First, Potter is the reason Draco is in the hospital wing. Saint Potter better watch his back. Second, Draco never denied that he loves me.

---

Fourth kiss(Battle of Hogwarts):

It was over. They won. The Dark Lord is gone. My eyes scan over the destroyed battlefield that once used to be our safe space. I search frantically for the blonde hair I love to run my fingers through. I frowned, panic starting to set in.

Lovegood, Cissa, but no Draco. Where was he? I clutch my chest as tears start to build up. 'Please don't be gone.'

"Angel!" I turn, tears now rolling down my cheek. He was alive. My feet start to move before my brain can even think. "Draco!" I jump into his arms, causing the both of us to fall to the ground. "It's over Draco. It's-" He smashes his lips against mine. I swear in surprise. This wasn't our first kiss but Draco usually hates PDA. Leaning in, I poured everything I felt into the kiss.

Every ounce of love, happiness, fear, sadness into this kiss.

I pull back, resting my forehead against his. I blush as someone whistles being his, probably Blaise. Draco reaches up, cupping the back of my neck. His gray eyes shine with relief, happiness, and something else. "I love you Angel." He whispers. I giggle, placing small kisses across his face. He laughs loudly as I place one last one to his lips. "I love you too, Draco."

---

Fifth Kiss:

I lean against the bed, sweat dripping down my face. The cries of our new born baby boy fill the room. You know for all that magic can do, it would be nice if someone could create a spell to make childbirth easier.

My eyes meet Draco's across the room. He smiles brighter than I've ever seen before. I attempt to return the smile, but I am so tired. The mediwitch brings our baby to me, laying him across my chest. "Name for the handsome lad?" I look up at my husband and nod. We discussed this endlessly and finally decided on one. "Scorpius Theodore Malfoy." The mediwitch smiles and leaves the room.

Draco sits beside me on the bed. "You did such a great job, angel." I hum, leaning my head on his shoulder. He kisses the side of my head. "So proud of you." I look up. "Thank you Dray. I couldn't have done it without you." He quickly places a kiss on my lips. "I love you."

Scorpius, at the moment, starts to cry. I laugh quietly. "Are you hungry, little star?" I coo, laying him to feed. "I love you Scorpius." Draco chuckles, caressing the pale hair that mirrors his own. I look between my two boys.

Perfect.

[ifitsnotmethenwhothefuck]

Everyone, but Sanji, is sitting together in a bar.

Nami: Okay, and Usopp, what’s your bet?

Usopp looked over at the bar where Sanji was sitting next to a gorgeous blonde woman with a perfect hourglass body and ocean blue eyes. The both of them had been talking for about an hour. He had made some kind of joke that made her laugh and grabbed his forearm.

Usopp: I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I’m gonna put 50 berries on he doesn’t get rejected.

Nami wrote down his guess and amount on a piece of paper before turning her attention to Luffy.

Nami: And you, captain?

Luffy barely gave Sanji and the woman a passing glance before he placed his bet; he was too busy stuffing his face with food. 

Luffy: Well, she hasn’t rejected him yet, and they do have the same color hair, so I’m gonna guess they’re related, he said with a goofy grin.

Nami: Honestly, Luffy, you’re an idiot. She said, rolling her eyes. But either way. More money for me: I'll put you down for 2000 berries on the chances of them being related.

Luffy‘s eyes shot open as he almost choked on a piece of meat.

Luffy: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I didn’t say that much. I don’t got that many berries, he said nervously.

Nami: It’s too late; your name is already in the roster.

Chopper: You guys, he’s coming over.

Everyone got quiet and looked over to see Sanji and the blonde woman approaching their table.

Sanji: Hey, you all seem to be pretty rowdy. I could hear you from across the bar, he said with a small smirk.

Everyone seemed to be eyeing back and forth between Sanji and the woman next to him.

Luffy: Hey Sanji, who’s the girl you’re with? He asked bluntly. 

Nami whacked Luffy in the head and turned to look at the woman by Sanji’s side.

Nami: I’m sorry about that. He’s an idiot.

Zoro: No, but Captains right. I am kind of curious how do you know Mr. Nosebleed.

Sanji clenched his cigarette between his teeth in irritation, hearing the insult as the woman next to him got a mischievous smile.

Blonde woman: Oh, you want to know how I know Sanji? She said with a grin as she stepped closer to him, hugging his arm. Sanji looked at her with confusion.

Blonde woman: Well, we actually spent nine months together with my legs wrapped around his head.

The majority of the crew let out a surprised gasp, while others tried to hide a small blush.

Usopp: Excuse me, he said in a soft voice.

Sanji rolled his eyes and slid her hands off of his arm, which almost made the crew gasp again in shock. 

Sanji: What she means to say is that she’s my twin sister. I assume she thinks she’s very funny, but I’ve never seen it.

Sanji’s sister: That’s because you don’t have a sense of humor.

Luffy: So you’re saying you’re related, he asked with a big grin.

Sanji looked at him with a deadpan face.

Sanji: You’re acting more dense than usual, he said, rubbing his temples.

Sanji: Yeah, we’re related. He said, rolling his cigarette between his teeth.

Luffy started bursting out into a loud laugh as the rest of the crew wore irritated faces, especially Nami, who started grinding her teeth in irritation.

Nami: No, this isn’t fair. She said as she stood up and slammed her hands down on the table.

Luffy: This is great. I won! Right, you all better pay up in full. He said with a wide smile and a joyful laugh.

Sanji and his sister stared at everyone in confusion as they all passed their money over to Luffy.



(Thought of this from that scene from the Big Bang Theory)

[lxnarphase]

━ ❝ OH, IT'S MINIKUNA ! ❞

✮₊‧⁺...content: heian era!sukuna x wife!reader, fluff, mentions of childbirth, sukuna is an overly proud father, sukuna is whipped for his wife

✮₊‧⁺...lunar's note: based of this little blurbie and this one too !! needed some fluff with kuna bc he would love having a baby girl idc what anyone says !!! also i did my best describing the birthing process in a time accurate period but it's definitely a bit inaccurate because...i have never had a baby LOL

no one has ever seen sukuna ryomen, king of curses, wince before.

not until today, at the wrath of his pregnant wife who somehow got a hold of his fingers instead of his hand.

one of the nurses did warn him to not give you his finger and to ensure you always hold his hand. but by the gods, he swears you almost ripped his finger off.

it's cute to him, however, when you attempt to curse him out.

'gods, sukuna, i despise your entire being!'

'i know, my wife.'

'i should've never let you get me pregnant, you animal!'

'you begged for it, my wife.'

'i am never letting you bed me again, use your hand for the rest of your existence!'

'you can't keep your hands off me, my wife, no need to lie.'

but the sigh of relief, the way you instantly look down and coo once the sound of wailing filled the air...it makes him melt just a little bit.

he can't deny, seeing you in pain made him heated. it took everything in him not to kill every midwife, nurse, and lady-in-waiting in your birth room for not being able to make this process completely painless.

except chiyo. he would have to reward your personal physician for preparing you so well for this...

what did the old hag like again? wines, meats, gifts for her grandchildren back at home?

hm, yes, that would be great for her. of course, he'll say it was from you. the king of curses shows gratitude for no one.

he's pulled out of his thoughts at the hushed whispers once the other women exam the baby before following your unspoken request to hold your child.

"d-do you think lord sukuna will harm our lady for this...?"

"i hope not, surely he can make an exception, t-they both are still young and can always try for more!"

"but he's the king of curses, t-there no way he won't have a reaction!"

before he can demand what they find so important to discuss in front of you, chiyo hushes the girls with a wave of her hand, ushering the girls to help wipe off your sweat, tears, and clean off the baby—gentle like it's the finest glass, she instructs—before turning to sukuna with a knowing smile.

"well, your greatness...congratulations on having a healthy and gorgeous little girl," she hums, wiping her hands with a clean cloth before going to rinse her hands to help stitch any rips and clean you up.

the room falls silent aside from your soft little coos and the wails of your daughter as you brush the wet, fluffy hair on her little head.

all the women in the room continue to work, but it's clear they are silently waiting for his outburst.

everyone knows that a proper heir to any throne is a boy...but now, sukuna's first born child is a girl.

but rather angry, yelling, and threats to your and your child's life, the room is filled with Suku's booming laughter, which practically shakes the entire room.

instead of an enraged expression, pure delight, and excitement are painted on his face as he sits next to you on the soft cushiony bedding on the floor, his hand caressing the rounded cheek of your newborn.

"so, you've given me a girl," he hums in delight, all four of his eyes narrowing. "this will be the one who takes over my throne once i decide to step down?"

this thing, this tiny, itty bitty baby...came from you both? it's almost laughable how small this baby is compared to his hand, that something so little could be related to him.

she's...nothing short of perfect. "absolutely divine...she will not just be beautiful like her mother, but as powerful as both of us."

he's so proud of you and your child. he would shower your daughter with riches, love, and anything she could ever want and ask for.

but, he couldn't lie.

she's a damned fat baby, big head and all.

"sukuna, watch your mouth!"

he can't help but laugh, not realizing his thoughts came out of his mouth. "what, it's a good thing! means she's healthy," he boasts with a grin, leaning down closer to see her better.

"she looks strong already. as soon as she is able, i will personally teach her how to be a truly malevolent little princess, how to properly slit the necks of her enemies, how to—!”

oh, he is so excited, it's adorable.

“sukuna, shush, i just gave birth to a child with a massive head like yours, give me a moment," you say with a light laugh, your smile still reaching your clearly tired eyes.

“…apologies, my wife.”

chiyo can't help but laugh with you she finishes applying the healing ointment on your lower body, using a bit of her cursed energy to speed up the healing process to help you skip any serious pain.

after all, nothing but the best physician for you in sukuna's palace.

"always such an excitable boy, my lord, ever since you were a young man," she hums, helping one of the midwives properly wrap your baby in the soft, clean cloth.

"be gentle with her," you instruct him, gently moving your arms toward him so he could take the little bundle. he's...nervous, but he hides it well.

you place your daughter in his arms and he looks down at her, suddenly conscious of how loud he's breathing. she's got his hair, still a bit wet but soft and fluffy. it's pink, just like his.

a pleased rumble vibrates his chest, and he doesn't even realize he's doing it.

but then...her eyes open.

both sets.

he almost didn't notice it at first, they're just so small, but they're there. the same color as yours, pretty and big, filled with so much life.

his eyes burn, vision getting blurry. no words come to his head, he can't think of anything to say. he's so caught up in his thought he doesn't even notice chiyo ushering the other girls in the room out and shutting the door before quietly tending to you with water or food.

she knows that look, you do as well. she's been around longer than uraume to know her master, knowing the king of curses since his young years as the unwanted child of the village, abandoned by his mother for his 'horrid' appearance.

she was lucky to have found him before the villagers got to him, torches, axes, pitchforks and daggers in hand to take care of the child who they believed to have brought misfortune to their home.

getting him to safety was one of the best decisions she'd ever made, king of curses or not. no child deserved to be abandoned like that. and now, he's seeing himself in that tiny little being in his arms right now...chiyo can only imagine what he's feeling.

so, out of respect, she keeps her gaze averted, pretending she does not see the misty gaze he gives your daughter. this is a moment for you and him, and she does her best to make all her movements as quiet as possible.

all sukuna can think about in this moment is how he used to be just as tiny as this. he was just as vulnerable in his mothers arms. he couldn't talk, couldn't speak, couldn't fend for himself.

yet, his parents looked down at him just like this and decided he was an abomination and didn't give him a chance.

but now?

sukuna knows he would never, ever let anything happen to this little bundle in his arms. he would rather destroy the entire planet before letting anything happen to his baby girl. no one would make his little one suffer and live to see another day.

he flinches just a little, feeling your soft hand rubbing his bicep. "it's okay, my love," you softly coo at him, reaching up to wipe a tear from his eye before it had a chance to drip down his cheek. "she's going to grow up feeling loved and cherished because she's got a great father."

"hmm..."

a smile crosses his features as he looks back down, looking at the squirming baby so makes a little noise before calming down when he strokes her little, chubby cheek again to keep her from crying again.

"and she's got a great mother. she'll be the most wonderful princess in all of history," he says with a toothy grin, chest rumbling with a laugh.

"aww, my love, that's so sweet..."

"seriously, though, how in hells did you squeeze this thing out of ya? thing's got the head of a watermelon."

"sukuna, give me back my baby, and chiyo? get this man some food to stuff in his mouth before he says something to warrent the rage of a new mother."

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[smolbeandrabbles]

Me, reading this fic:

I ran out of tags! 🥲 It’s been so fun to read your work! 🥰 Especially of the certified Best Boy™️

I can’t wait to read more 💚

Dance with me? (Roronoa Zoro x f!reader)

Summary: you try to convince Zoro to dance to a slow song with you.

A/n: okay so i love dancing. And i love Zoro. So i thought: why not have Zoro dancing?! And then this idea came out 🤣 it's kinda short, just cause i wanted to write down this scenario ajskajakja i hope you like it though 🩷 this was slightly inspired by Selena Gomez's Body Heat. This song isn't as slow as the song i imagine them dancing to in the fic but the lyrics fit sooo well 🤭 also let's pretend there's a band playing at the Baratie lmaooo

Warnings: drinking, swearing, maybe ooc Zoro (i just had to get this man dancing yk ajskajksja)

"We're connected by the sun

And all of the stars above

You melt me and my body feels no shame

And I don't care tonight

If it burns too bright

'Cause, baby, that's why I came"

You were at the Baratie celebrating after very a successful mission!

Luffy and Usopp were inside eating as much as they could (like always lol) and you were outside watching the band play and the people dance.

Sitting with you and sharing drinks, there were your best friend Nami and your crush Roronoa Zoro.

Yep, you were crushing on the moss haired swordsman ever since you joined the straw hats.

You thought about confessing to him several times, but you were really afraid of being rejected and making things awkward at the Going Merry. No, you couldn't risk that, not when you loved your crew that much.

What you didn't know is that the pretty swordsman felt exactly the same, even though he tried to fight that feeling everytime you flashed your beautiful smile at him.

yeah two idiots secretly in love with each other oh well ajskajskaj

The three of you were just relaxing and drinking when the band started playing one of your favorite songs. It was a slow and romantic song that touched deep into your heart.

- oh my gosh, i love this song - you closed your eyes and started swaying to the beat. It felt wonderful.

You weren't sure if it was the alcohol making you brave or if you just couldn't stand hiding your feelings anymore, but you turned to face Zoro and you were so certain of what you were saying even he was a bit surprised.

- come on, dance with me - you said, very sure of your words.

- what? No. I don't do "dancing", (Y/N). - Zoro replied, crossing his arms and looking away, knowing very well that if he kept looking at your beautiful eyes he was going to give in at some point.

- please, it's just one song... i can lead you - you said almost pleading.

You approached him and put your small hand on his strong arm (yep, the alcohol definitely was making you brave). That's when he couldn't resist anymore and turned to look at you.

- please, Zoro... for me?

The way you said that and tilted your head slightly to the side made Zoro feel something deep inside of him he never had felt before. How could he say no to you?

He rolled his eyes:

- okay, okay... but just one song. Make it quick.

You were so happy you nearly jumped out of your seat.

- yay!! It'll be short, i promise. Let's go! - you said clapping and happily standing up.

He got up too and you grabbed his hand to lead him to the dance area. Yes, you just grabbed the Roronoa Zoro's hand and pulled him with you. Maybe it weren't the drinks, maybe you were just really determined to be with him ajskajskaj

When you got there, you started giving him the directions.

- okay, you have to put your hands here - you grabbed both his hands and placed them on your waist. The touch was so soft and intimate it made your whole skin tingle - and i go here - you placed your arms around his neck.

You could feel he was still a bit suspicious about the whole thing for how tense his muscles felt, but you decided you were going to make that a good time for both of you.

- hey, you're tense - you said softly - just... relax, okay? I know it may seem scary but dancing is supposed to be fun. You don't have to be a pro to enjoy it, just... feel it. It's just you and I having a good time together. No pressure at all.

Little did you know Zoro wasn't feeling nervous because of the dancing. Well, maybe a bit (he had never done that before ajskajskaj), but it wasn't the main reason.

He was nervous for being that close to you. God knows what he could do being so close to the girl he had been crushing on for so long.

You ran your hands through his shoulders and arms, trying to calm him down and feeling his strong muscles slowly relaxing under your touch.

- now you just focus on the beat and move along. When i move right, you move right. When i go back, you go forward. Just... feel it and enjoy - you said kindly and you started moving with the song.

You both moved smoothly through the dance floor and it felt amazing.

- see, it's not that hard. I'm sure you've faced bigger challenges than this one, pirate hunter - you emphasized these two words in a mocking way.

That made him chuckle and look down, feeling a bit shy.

Yes! You made him laugh 🤩 you loved knowing you were the one to create such cute sight.

On the other hand: fuck, you made him laugh 💀 everytime he smiled it made you weak on your knees and you couldn't even think straight.

That's when you closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest, while you both just moved along to the beat. It was such a blissful moment, dancing to a song you loved and sharing it with a person you loved too.

Being there with him, enjoying the beat, feeling safe in Zoro's arms... you felt like you could live in that moment forever.

When you lifted your head and looked into his eyes again, it was like the rest of the world disappeared. There was just the two of you, holding each other and sharing loving looks.

You were so close and you could feel his eyes staring at your lips. You took that as a sign.

You cupped his cheek and slowly went in for a kiss.

Was that really happening?! You wanted to pinch yourself to check if all of that wasn't actually another delulu dream of yours.

But it was real. You could feel it.

The kiss was soft and sweet, but also full of emotion.

When you parted you were blushing madly so you just hid your face on his chest again and went back to dancing. This time you could feel he laid his head on top of yours too and that made your heart so warm. And that's because you didn't know he was enjoying it so much he had his eyes closed too, or else you would have exploded.

You knew at some point later you and Zoro would have to discuss feelings and stuff, but at that moment all that mattered was enjoying now.

You stayed like that for another few seconds until the song ended and everyone started clapping at the band. You and Zoro parted and smiled at each other. crap there was that pretty smile again

- see, you nailed it! - you said playfully punching him - thank you for coming with me, it was so nice. And i kept my promise, short and quick - you chuckled.

- yeah... now i kinda wish it lasted longer though - he said trying to look away to hide the small blush that was on his cheeks. Now besides smiling!Zoro, you also had him blushing?! It was definitely a dream.

You hooked your arm in his and led him out the dance area.

When you were going back to your seats, you saw Nami staring at you with a smug face. Damn, was she watching the whole thing?! Prepare for teasing in 3, 2...

- what a show, huh? - Nami said smirking and raising her eyebrows.

- shut up, Nami - Zoro said nonchalantly as he sat down and crossed his arms again, with that "100% done" face of his to try to hide the faint blush that was still on his cheeks.

You just chuckled and sat down for another drink, still feeling the bliss of that amazing moment you had just lived.

And you know what, the night was just beginning. Who knows what else could happen 😉

"Let's go all night

Just you and me

If you're the flame, I'm kerosene"

[xervn]

till the sun is up

oneshot | cowboy sevika

ao3 link

summary: porch sex. that's about it.

18+ MDNI | 2k words | tags; modern au, cowboy sevika (doesn't play a big part though), established relationship, sevika has both arms (sorry, ik, i love it too), kissing, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, no use of y/n, porn w/ plot if you squint

took me weeks to write this because i'm lazy and a student, but i'm still in love with sevika. sorry if there's grammatical errors, i mostly wrote this with one hand (im joking)

It’s six-oh-something AM and you woke up to an empty bed; nothing but wrinkled sheets where your wife is supposed to be. You figure she’s keeping herself busy and will be back soon, so in the meantime, you tie your robe around your waist for a little warmth and head downstairs.

You get started on breakfast, turning on the griddle, and taking note of the things you guys need to stock up on. However, by the time you’re done, Sevika has still not shown up. You’re not used to waking up without seeing her, although the only reason you’re up right now is because you didn’t feel her next to you. 

“She must be in the barn.” You assume, making your way to the front door and to the porch. As expected, the horses are out, which could only mean Sevika was too. You make your own binoculars with your hands, trying to see if you can spot your wife in the distance, until you hear a soft grunt right beside you. 

A peaceful sight, Sevika napping on a wooden armchair like an uncle at a family gathering— you giggle at that— with her cowboy hat being used as a sleeping mask. You hate to have to wake her up, but you made her breakfast! And she should’ve been sleeping next to you anyways. 

“Vika..” You lean down to peek at her face, but, of course, her hat is blocking her eyes. “Vika, baby?” You squat down to plant a kiss on her cheek where you can manage, and she hums awake. “There you are.”

Sevika grunts and you giggle. She sits up and pulls her hat back on her head, squinting at the early morning sun that’s still rising, but somehow found a perfect angle to blind her. She turns to look at you instead. “Hey, sweetheart.” She greets with a rasp.

You spot her discomfort and use your body to block the incoming light for her. “Hi, I missed you.”

She smiles sleepily and reaches for your waist. She guides you down to sit on her lap and you happily let her. “‘M sorry. Woke up too early, thought I’d let the horses out and watch the sunrise...” She says before looking away to yawn. 

You gasp lightly, “Without me?” You clutch at your chest and Sevika chuckles at your theatrics. 

She gently tries to move your hand into hers, but you resist. She shakes her head, laughing, “No, no, no. Baby, please, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“But you made it sound so romantic.. I wouldn’t mind.” You pout. Sevika gives you a doubtful look and you pretend not to see it. 

“You’re not nice when I wake you up.” She reminds you.

“I would’ve been nice this time.” You lie.

“I didn’t want to test that.”

You playfully roll your eyes, “Oh, whatever.” You shift to get up, but Sevika quickly anchors you down.

“Where are you going?” She questions with her hands on you firmly; one around your waist and on your stomach, and the other indented in your thigh like you might float away. 

“Ease up, cowgirl. I made breakfast. I made you breakfast.” You reply, placing your hand on her cheek.

“Oh? What’d you make?” She asks as she leans her face into your touch, innocently. Her hands don’t budge.

“Bacon, eggs,” you list and Sevika nods in approval, “Pancakes, and coffee...” You drawl, and her eyes shut as she groans. “Uh-huh, are you gonna join me?” You ask, resting your hands on her chest and waiting for her answer.

She looks you in the eyes, until her gaze starts to go south, lingering at the low neckline of your nightgown. Your cleavage makes a sudden appearance she didn’t notice at first. Sevika was half-awake, but she’s definitely not anymore; whistling at the sight of you. Her grasp on your thigh leaves and goes to pull your satin robe down your shoulder. Surprised, you scold, “Sevika!”

“What?” She goes for the other shoulder and you make no attempts to stop her. “I can’t admire my wife?” She says, resting her rough hand on your thigh again, but this time she’s slowly massaging it up and down.

“You can, but I made you breakfast and it’ll get cold.”

“Baby, that’s what microwaves are for.” She coos, venturing her hand between your legs, slowly making her way up. 

They almost flinch shut and Sevika awes. Your face turns warm and you look away, towards your surroundings, and although she's right about the food, you guys are still outside. You mutter out, “But..”

“But what?” She asks. You continue to aimlessly look in the distance, even though you know damn well there’s nothing but farmland and horses. Sevika chuckles, “The horses don’t care and we don’t get visitors. Even if we did, you know I’d kill ‘em before they could see you like this, right?” You fix your lips to respond, but you pause when the hand on your stomach moves down to the lace hemline of your gown. Her fingers curl underneath, waiting to search. “I miss you.” She whispers.

Her words tug at your heart and her puppy eyes burn into you. You didn’t need much convincing anyways, but you fold and you mumble out, “I know what you’re doing...” Your marriage has taught two things, if Sevika “misses you” she either really does, or she really wants to fuck you. 

You reach for her hat and perch it on your head; an unspoken rule about cowboys Sevika once said. She grins up at you as you slide your hand over her shoulder, closing some distance between you two.

“I do miss you, I miss you all the time.” She assures, leaning in to freely press kisses on your shoulder. Her fingers finally lift your dress and her kisses begin to trail towards your neck. You can deduce which “missing” she meant, and you feel the same way. 

Exhaling, you tip your head to the side to give her more room. Sevika’s lips marking the new territory makes you tremble like it was the first time. It’s no surprise that after years of being together, she still makes your heart race. 

You move with her as she leans back, tugging you towards her. You involuntarily let out a squeak that she snickers at, and she gives you a kiss on the cheek and several more, distracting you from her spreading your legs indecently; hooking your outer leg over her strong forearm.

She wastes no time to ride up the front of your nightgown, showcasing your plain, flimsy, black, cat-themed underwear. Sevika doesn’t bat an eye, of course, she’s used to it. 

Right now, she’s only focused on one thing. Her hand purposefully ghosts over, so she can ogle at you writhing with anticipation. Your knitting brows, heavy breathing— it excites her. She’s getting worked up from watching you. “Look how bad you want it.” She teases affectionately.

Sevika presses her middle finger on your damp, clothed clit, observing and feeling every reaction that pulses from you. You let out a soft curse and she rewards it by moving her finger in tight circles. Sevika listens to how your breath staggers and clenches from the ache between her own legs. She tugs your underwear to the side to properly admire how wet you are. The cool, morning air makes you shiver. 

Pinning the fabric with her ring finger, she sensually swipes her middle up your folds. “All for me?”

Her voice has you melting, throbbing, and you're unable to contain the whine that escapes you. Sevika’s gaze locks on your lips the second she hears it, as if she’s hunting for the next one. You make sure she’ll be able to catch it, meeting her halfway for a kiss. 

She grins as your mouths collide, eyes fluttering shut and lips passionately fitting together like a two-piece puzzle. She brings another finger to aid her in rubbing soft circles on your clit; just enough to build pressure, but not enough to relieve it. The tip of her tongue runs over your parted bottom lip, waiting for an invitation in, and you allow it with a breathy moan. She languidly teases her tongue across yours, then pulls away just to watch you follow after her— which you do— and you can see how much she got off on it. 

Panting impatiently, “Sev…“ But you trail off as she gravitates towards you with another magnetizing, searing kiss. Your hands find the side of her neck, brushing up her nape. 

She sweetly pecks your lips, breaking away for a second, “You’re,” she kisses you again, “Just,” and again, “So,” and again, “Pretty. I had to look.” She murmurs.

Your face becomes home for a cheesy smile Sevika reciprocates dotingly. You lean in to kiss her, and as your lips brush against each other’s, her fingers suddenly resume their movement, this time firmly and relieving. You whimper over her lips, and she chuckles darkly against yours. She kisses you deeply as she steadily coaxes your clit on a perfect pressure point. 

Your legs begin to bow together from the overwhelming sensation, slowly coming to its climax, and Sevika takes it as a sign to slip her fingers into you. The stretch hurts good as she curls her fingers into ‘come-hither’ motions right where you need them. The previous build up resumes instantly and you’re back where you left off, right on the brink. 

“Vika, I’m gonna…“ You softly cry out, unable to finish your words because she only increases her speed at the mention of her name. Now her thick fingers are squelching in and out of you and the sounds are fogging your brain. If it wasn’t for the chirping birds and the huffing horses in the distance, you would’ve forgotten where you were.

“Not yet, just a little longer.” She says— demands even.

You sob out a moan, akin to a tantrum, “I can’t— fuck — I can’t.” 

Sevika plants a kiss on the corner of your lips; her fingers refusing to stop hitting your rough spot. “You can, baby. You don’t want me to stop, do you?” She whispers.

She puts up a good point you can’t argue. You don’t want her to stop, you’d hate for her to stop. “N- No, but maybe slow— hnng— d— shit— down?” You bargain half-heartedly in stutters and stammers.

“Where’s the fun in that? And if you come right now, so help me god.” She growls. Yet, the way she’s fucking you is telling you the opposite; there’s a thin line on torture and mind-breaking pleasure she’s crossing and you love it. You try not to love it too much before you explode on the spot. 

She can see how much you're trying, squirming, whining with every fast-paced stroke. One word from her and you’d come undone: that’s her favorite part. She extends her free arm, the one propping your leg up, and she puts four fingers on your clit, then rubs it harshly. That does it. You actually can’t hold it anymore unless you want half an orgasm. Your head jerks back and Sevika’s cowboy hat begins to slide off your head. There’s tears in your eyes, your legs are weak and shaking. You need it, you need it bad.

And she gives it to you. “Such a good girl. Go on, come for me.” 

Your release hits hard, like a cork popping off a champagne bottle. Your eyes pin shut as it reverberates down to your toes, and courses up your spine. You let out high-pitched, breathy moans, and Sevika harmonizes— not mockingly — soothingly, as she softly rubs out your orgasm. Your underwear falls back in place as she removes her fingers out of you and off of you. You wince and she murmurs an apology with a smug smile. 

“Holy shit,” You exhale as your legs fall over Sevika’s thighs. You can feel the air getting warmer, and as your eyes flutter open, the sky is colored a blue only a risen sun could paint. “I love you.”

“I love you.” She replies with a smile.

“Your turn now.”

She laughs heartily, briefly biting her lower lip, “But I thought the breakfast was gonna get cold?” 

You grin, “‘That’s what microwaves are for.’”

[buckyalpine]

Give me drunk Bucky who wakes up in your bed, confused over why he's in the softest pj's he's ever felt and for some reason wearing a giant fur coat he can only assume is from a pimp because who else would own such a thing.

What the hell happened

Mere hours earlier; 3:30 am, Guys night

"Noooooo" Bucky howled, letting his body go deadweight while Thor continued to carry him to his room, the only one strong enough to get the soldier off the floor after he'd polished the bottle of Asdargian mead clean. "Wanna see y/n"

"Yeah, can't imagine what y/n would say if she saw you being carried off like a princess" A very tipsy Sam and Steve followed behind while Bucky's bottom lip jutted out into an exaggerated pout, head thrown back with is eyes closed in defiance "She's still off on that mission, she'll be back soon, you can see her then-

Before Steve could finish, Bucky's eyes shot open, scrambling out of Thor's arms and stumbling towards your room. There was no time to stop him from entering, a drunk giggle slipping past his lips as he let himself in and sighed contently. By the time the three men reached, Bucky's shirt had already been discarded beside his socks.

"Oh no- Steve snorted at the sound of Bucky's belt bucky hitting the floor, his lip sticking out in concentration as he tried to work at the button of his jeans.

"Barnes, I swear if you take your pants off-Damn it" Sam huffed, a pair of black jeans landing on his head. "At least keep your boxers-Oh hell nah" He ducked before Bucky's intimates became aquainted with his face. "Don't you dare helicopter that third leg-he's doing it"

No one intervened as Bucky decided to make himself more comfortable, clearly missing you as he sighed, walking over to your closet. He was in there suspiciously long before emerging with-

"Buck, those are-

"Soft" Bucky hummed, coming out of your closet with a set of pj's you wore often, oversized so they'd be extra comfy. Bucky giggled at the smell of your soft scent, slipping the shirt over his head and putting the pants on, flopping on your bed like a cat. "Smells like y/n"

"Do we just leave him here"

"At least he's wearing pants" Steve sighed, frowning when he heard running footsteps approaching along with a chaotic cackling, who else would be still this active at this hour-

"There you guys are!! We're doing body shots off of- wait you're here. C'mon capsicle, take your shirt off-

"For fucks' sake Tony"

"Where the hell did you get that jacket" Sam's face scrunched when he notice Tony's shirt was missing however he was in a large coat which he'd thrown off, the pile of for landing on a half sleepy Bucky. Bucky's eye peeked open at all the fuss, wrapping himself up in the coat and blissfully falling asleep with his face in your pillow, the rest of the chaos mere white noise.

"SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS-"

"TONY NO"

"TONY YES"

Present

"What do we have here" you coo, giggling at a very disoriented Bucky who blinks up at you with puppy eyes, a pink blush spreading on his face. You'd just returned from your mission with Nat, the entire compound still reeking of alcohol, the hallway littered with various still drunk Avenger men. The only thing that cut through the smell was the fresh breakfast a happy Thor had already started, the only one standing as if nothing had happened.

You'd stepped over a sleeping Sam and Steve in the hallway to get to your room, cocking a brow at the large mound of fur and soft snoring sleeping in your bed.

"Good morning, sweet boy" You brushed back Bucky's hair, bending down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, letting him take his time to figure out his surroundings, "have a fun night"

"Missed you" he mumbled, pulling you to lay on the bed so he could cuddle up with you, his head now resting on your chest instead. "Missed you so much"

"I missed you too, bub" You continued to gently play with his hair, happy your boyfriend got to have a night of fun and thankful that you always kept painkillers in your bedside drawer. Poor baby was going to need it. You noticed the pile of clothes that were thrown on the floor, they were definitely Bucky's but Bucky was in clothes so what was he wearing-

"Buck?"

"hm?" "Are those my pjs?"

[monzamash]

★ last chance; long live the inbox graveyard! —i pick a long forgotten request in my inbox and write a short blurb or musings

hot tub time machine lando norris x you —no warnings, just fluff "could we get a number 14 (pool/hot tub sex) with lando pleaseeee? so excited that you’re writing again!!" —requested by anon on october 8th, 2024

“happy birthday, sweetheart...”

“i really needed this," he sighed, "knowing i would be home with you for this was the only thing getting me through the last few of weeks.”

lando could feel every single ache and pain wash away as he slid into the hot tub, stomach full of the gorgeous italian spread you’d ordered for dinner. his favourite. he swore you were an angel sent to earth, everything you did for him was heavenly, he could never find the words to tell you how much he loved you.

“you look so happy lan,” you smiled, dropping the kimono you’d worn during dinner as lando’s eyes cast across your body, luring you into the tub.

“i’m very happy - especially when i get to enjoy all of this… c’mere pretty girl.”

a soft giggle slipped from your lips as you grasped his hand, "let me get a bottle of red wine for us to share and i'll join you — do you wanna open the one daniel gave you?"

"ooo, are we entering that portion of the night?" lando asked suggestively as you stood up, shooting him quizzical look.

"what do you mean?" you asked earning a loud laugh from the tub, water splashing a little as lando pulled himself up to the edge, smiling over at you with a look you knew all too well.

"as soon as you start on the red wine, you get so frisky," he stated as if it was a well-known fact, one that you certainly weren't aware of.

"i do not!" you staunchly defended, earning another loud scoff.

"oh, wow," lando laughed, "yes, you do baby and i'm not complaining so crack her open..." he teased as you carefully stepped into the tub, with lando's help of course, eyes still narrowed in annoyance.

"okay so maybe wine makes me a little more amorous than usual but i think i'm just like that when i drink, no?" you pouted, earning yourself a pity kiss from the birthday boy.

"red wine makes you horny and that's okay," he teased again with a cheeky smirk on his face as you handed him the stemmed glass, "ta."

"we'll see then, won't we," you tutted, pouring two glasses of wine while lando chuckled to himself.

"i already know what's gonna happen but sure," he baited with a wink as he slowly dunked his head under the water and emerged with a shake of his wild curls, sending water flying across the room and all over you.

"you are so sure of yourself tonight."

lando's eyes skimmed across your body briefly while you claw-clipped your hair up, not wanting the hassle of having to dry it before going to bed. secretly you knew where the night was headed, red wine or not— it was his birthday after all, but you weren't about to admit that to the man hypnotised by your every move, jaw slack from the glorious view of your cleavage.

lando was a simple man.

"well, i am the birthday boy after all so i reserve the right to be cocky once a year, yeah?" he taunted from the other side of the tub.

"yeah, only once a year..." you rolled your eyes humorously.

the distance between the two of you seemed too far for lando, so he sculled the rest of his drink and carefully placed the glass on the floor before giving you a mischievous smile.

"steady on, party boy," you chuckled as he leaned forward and snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you into his warm hold.

"i just want to focus all of my attention on you," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen out of your clip, his emerald irises darted over your face, finally resting on yours.

"i missed you a lot, you know."

you took that as an invitation to straddle his lap and rest your elbows over his shoulders, wine glass dangling from your fingers. lando smoothed his hands down your back and and pressed fiery kisses across your chest. his lips travelled back up your neck, along your jaw before finding your soft lips in a slow, passionate kiss. you moved in sync with him, bringing one of your hands up to trawl through his wet, tangled curls. the chlorine always got the best of them.

lando hummed quietly into the kiss before pulling back slightly, "this is the best birthday i've ever had... and i couldn't be more in love with you," he confessed as you took the chance to admire the sweet boy you'd chosen to share your life with.

you grasped his face gently between your hands and pressed another soft kiss to his lips, making sure he knew just how much you loved him, no matter what life threw your way.

"i love you too, darling... happy birthday."

a/n — the first of the end of (f1) season sale!! this hot tub request actually wasn't forgotten, just half-baked so thank you anon for sparking up the inspiration to finally finish it! hope you enjoyed it 😌

[yaniluvs]

⋆˙⟡ ⌇ 방찬 : UNDERNEATH THE SHEETS ── aftercare with your boyfriend, after a particularly long and rough night.

𓍯 idolbf!chan ʚଓ fem!reader ：（ 𝒾 ）0.8k ── ༯ HEADCANON, fluff, humour, care, req. by anon, mdni! . ⸝⸝𓂃 LiBRARY . /ᐠ.ꞈ.ᐟ\ྀིྀི

yani's note ˖˙ ᰋ okay, this may have come as a surprise since i don't post any mdni content.. however it is mostly unexplicit ! thank you to my lovely anon for requesting this, hope i have written it to your expectations! (╥﹏╥). though i may have had a hard time writing this lmao. comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! happy reading <3

“are you sure you’re okay?” his voice was soft, but there was a slight tremor in it — a clear indication of how worried he was.

the room was steeped in a comforting silence, the only sound being the faint hum of the air conditioner and the rustle of soft sheets as his girlfriend shifted slightly. the glow from the moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting silvery streaks over the rumpled bed. chan, who was nuzzled in the curve of her neck, looked up slightly to see her flushed-and-fucked-out face, breath heavy. his eyes, apologetic and half lidded, his expression a mix of concern and tenderness.

her hair was a mess, cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkled with affection. she reached out, cupping his jaw in her hand, thumb brushing against his cheekbone. “i told you, i'm as good as ever, chris.”

he frowned, clearly unconvinced, his brows furrowing in that adorable way that always made her heart flip, as he lifted himself slightly to look at her better. “was i too rough? did i hurt you? can you walk? you don't need to lie i can delay my schedule tomorrow-”

"what? no, no!" y/n frowned, and leaned in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “chan, baby, i literally told you it was amazing, like, five times already. you didn’t hurt me, at all. i told you i was okay with it and i really am.”

“if anything, i’m kinda hoping for a repeat performance sometime soon.”

that made him flush a deep crimson, his ears turning a shade of pink that she absolutely adored. he groaned, burying his face in his hands, muttering, “oh my god, you’re gonna kill me.”

"really, can't believe that you're all shy now considering how you were practically cho-"

he groaned, falling back down and nuzzling into her neck as his hands covered his crimson ears, while the girl under him only laughed.

she tugs his hands away so she could see his whole face. “i mean it, though. you were incredible.” her fingers traced gentle patterns along his forearm, grounding him. “but,” she added with a small smile, “i do love seeing this side of you, too. all soft and caring and…” she paused, tapping her chin thoughtfully, “a little overdramatic.”

“overdramatic?” he echoed, feigning offense, though the corners of his lips twitched upward. “i’m just making sure you’re okay! is that a crime?”

“not at all,” she said, leaning in to kiss him softly. her lips lingered against his for a moment before she pulled back, resting her forehead against his. “but seriously, chan. i’m okay. i feel… happy. loved. really, really good.”

he let out a shaky breath, his shoulders relaxing a little. “okay,” he murmured. “if you’re sure.”

“i’m sure.” she smiled, tucking herself closer to him, her head resting against his chest. his heartbeat was steady beneath her ear, a soothing rhythm that made her feel completely at ease.

chan wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer. his fingers trailed up and down her back in slow, gentle strokes, the gesture both comforting and intimate. “you’re amazing, you know that?” he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “i don’t deserve you.”

y/n tilted her head to look up at him, her expression softening. “don’t say that,” she murmured, reaching up to brush her fingers through his curls. “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, chris. i’d choose you a thousand times over.”

his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, emotion flickering in his dark eyes. “you’re too good to me.”

“i think it’s the other way around,” she teased, poking his chest lightly. “you’re literally the sweetest, most thoughtful person ever. and, not to mention, ridiculously handsome.”

he chuckled, his cheeks tinting pink again. “you’re biased.”

“maybe a little,” she admitted with a grin. “but that doesn’t make it any less true.”

they lay there for a while, wrapped up in each other. chan’s hands never stopped moving—one smoothing over her hair, the other tracing invisible shapes along her spine. y/n felt herself relaxing further, her body melting into his warmth.

“do you want some water?” he asked suddenly, his voice cutting through the comfortable silence. “or hot cocoa to make up? i can get you something if you’re hungry.”

she laughed softly, shaking her head. “i’m good, just tired. just wanna stay here with you.”

his lips curved into a small smile as he pressed another kiss to her forehead. “okay. but if you need anything, you tell me, yeah?”

“i will,” she promised, nuzzling closer. “you’re such a worrier.”

“can you blame me?” he said, his tone light but sincere. “i just… i care about you. so much.”

her heart swelled at his words, and she tilted her head to capture his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. when she pulled back, she rested her hand against his cheek, her thumb brushing over his skin. “i care about you, too. more than you know.”

they stayed like that, tangled up in each other, sharing soft whispers and quiet laughter. chan’s initial worry had melted away, replaced by a deep sense of contentment. he held her like she was the most precious thing in the world, and to him, she was.