⌞tags⌝ - 18+!, mdni!, sugardaddy!maekar x collegestudent!reader, smut implication!, modern!au
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- whining out of sheer complaining to your leave; sasha, whom you’ve bonded quite closely to at work was wiping faux tears with a pout as the locker once in recipient of every phase a frustrated college student may pass through closes in empty.
“do you really have to quit? i thought we were going to rot here as servers foreverrr.” a hand on your hip.
“well, i suppose i got lucky with this.. online gimmick. saved up enough for myself.” white lie slipping past in a curled smile.
“i wish you didn't have to go…”
eyes rolled at her exaggeration with a court giggle. lips pressing to her cheeks now in a friendly kiss.
“with how you’re talking.. one would assumed i have a death sentence. we can always hang out! and maybe.. i'll show you around that new apartment of mine.” winking at her gasp, a last wave to your now previous co-workers.
the door to the back seat was opened for your comfort, buckling the seatbelt before offering a polite smile to reynold, maekar’s driver tasked to pick you up.. and drop you off plenty enough for recognition.
“could we pass by the café in—”
“mr. targaryen demanded i take you home directly, miss.” he turns the wheel into drive.
“but he’s not here—”
“what mr. maekar demands, i do, miss.” cut off once again which causes a sigh to leave your lips.
- four months of being a sweet clandestine for a man once so troubled in living; maekar has developed your life in ways a laugh of ridiculous explaining your older self would emit. it isn't exactly difficult to comprehend precisely the effects of becoming the apple of the eye to a man whose head is level in a state of utter masculinity sans incertitude.
key slotted to the door, opened and locked instantly like maekar has insisted you countless of time to gain as habit. brushing your hair back before gasping in startle upon landing your eyes to where he sat in the leather couch just by a corner of the living room, eyes watching you through the rim of his cognac glass.
“you’re here.. why didn't you text me?” feet slowly walking into where his thighs were spread for your sitting— gladly taking the pleasure to with a kiss to his cheek first and then his lips second.
“missed you, doll. how was lecture?” whispered in between pauses of the same kiss that begins to grow into sin-like.
“missed me? we were fucking in your car yesterday before that board meeting.” a jest to ease the felt tension in between his shoulders, hand brushing in gentle caress to his bearded cheek that you’ve grown to adore the feel of.
“well that’s different now, isn't it? can’t a man not want his pretty girl to hold?” he jests in return causing a laugh from your lips, kissing him again before your knees fall in between his thighs to unbuckling the belt free of where he grew hard for you so quickly.
quite a challenge not to when those eyes are shaped like provocation and shaded in carnal arousal no man below their principle could deny themself of.
head thrown back to the unreal feel of your hollowed mouth, spit in messy glisten as you knew maekar was in favour of seeing when you suck his cock. hair brushed back and tugged with a hiss caused by swirling the tip with tongue— blinking prettily before focusing on making him feel good.
“missed you too.”
- fingers massaging his own temple out of utter show in fatigue growing every second to the meeting prolonged more than called for. oxfords tapping against the tiled floor in ticking bar of thinning forbearance in any more business jargon with men of supposed knowledge.
maekar swiftly takes his leave the second it was possible, incapable of hearing further theories in number and valued assets— loosening the tie around his neck while he allowed the chauffeur take route of his hotel.
phone lit in a picture of his children for his lock screen, passcode typed to reveal the candid picture of you he had captured one evening in bed together: head placed atop of his chest, hair framing your pretty sleeping doll face with a hand tucked to your chin in an almost pout.
his thumb caresses the screen in quiet, eyes softening to the calming reaction the very photo of you causes him. his pretty doll face, gods you were a weighing balm to maekar’s soul. scrolling more to that album he keeps to himself filled with candid photographs of you in mundanity that captures him entirely to ease once more— forgetting the lassitude laced shoulders.
three more days worth to the business trip maekar was currently obligated to in casterly rock for the new business projection with the lannisters.
‘hey, doll face. calling you in ten minutes.’
‘finished with the conference.’
‘what are you doing?’
‘missing your pretty face right now.’
all four messages lighting up the screen of your cell and the smile on your lips— for stoic man to the public, one could not possibly comprehend such clingy messages from someone like maekar.
- the first two months in hindsight were so so sweet for both you and maekar. most would call it ‘the honeymoon phase’ but you didn't label it as such. why? well simply because the term or expression was fit for those in a relationship, and what you both were did not fit the category.
squealing in ecstatic tone when you open your eyes to the boxes of the highest contender in your wishlist: Agent Provocateur.
immediately kissing his cheeks repeatedly with ‘thank you’’s and ‘you’re the best’ in between, maekar merely nudges you to try them on, wanting to see you in laces himself— a win-win situation in his opinion.
“no.. i don’t want a new bag, thank you anyway.’”
maekar ignores your words while the pictures his assistant has sent over were being inspected to his taste and your own, responding with a mere ‘get all three.’ and followed with a ‘thursday appointment with my SA in graff and chopard.’ shutting his phone off after to wrap his arms around your cooking form by the stove— nape pecked so reverently.
“okay. then what do you want?”
“..a car maybe?” you tease while peppering the sauce.
“no.” instantly rejected, knowing maekar was only comfortable with having you be escorted by reynold. the city bearing plenty of reckless drivers.
he’s lost dyanna already, he was not risking the life of who held his heart in growing segments now.
blushed pink baby shirt, pink lace panties and white socks.
one of maekar’s favorite ways to have you dressed on a saturday morning after a particularly tiring friday night— spent panting beneath him in curled moans drawn from each slick thrust he fucks with his cock into your cunt.
forearms leaned over the railing of the balcony, watching the busy streets from twenty floors above. the early summer breeze blows your hair like swaying flowers, eventually lulling maekar to rise from the sheets and have his chest pressed flat your back— hands placed in those lace in the hips and nape bared for low humming.
“come back to bed.”
head tilted for more senses of maekar’s beard scratching the skin so lullingly, chuckling at the little nips before a squeal leaves your lips— carried like a bride back to the sheets where he looms over your much petite form than his.
“don’t you have a family lunch at twelve? it’s ten, maekar..”
“they can wait. bend over.”
- cruising through the days of each week with an almost heart shaped red glasses at the amount you’ve blossomed into such a lovely young woman from maekar’s heed and charge— one would only assume you were being treated correctly by a man.. which is the entirety of the truth concealed under your tongue. but some possess quite a keen eye.
“how do you know sir reynold?” a voice captures your attention just until the exit of the main hall. breath hitching when your eyes land on a certain brunette with a silver streak in his hair and bi-colored irises. valarr targaryen— bless him and his inherited perceptiveness.
“uh.. sorry what?” you stumble in words, only hearing a chuckle from him.
“sir reynold. he’s my uncle’s driver— how do you know him?”
staring at him is slow panic that you swallowed with a rather charming expression.
“he’s uh.. my family friend actually! from my father’s.”
“really? i was informed his family’s in the north.. odd.” valarr ponders in low, glancing around momentarily before offering a hand.
“valarr by the way, we should.. hang around sometime— you’re in natural sciences, right?”
blinking back astounded for a second, plastering a smile before shaking his hand in return— which seemed strangely lengthy for propriety.
“sure, and yes— how did.. how did you know that?”
“uh.. good guess, i suppose?”
you hummed to that, nodding before giving him one last wave and heading to the east wing of the campus where your lecture was. unbeknownst to you, his eyes were onto your disappearing figure with an almost smile— the m pendant on your necklace completely missed by valarr.
oh you and your pretty doll face. that’s two birds from the same flock.
- the first sunday of every month is reserved for family, daeron had consistently applied said philosophy to his family for years and with how the targaryen manor was occupied with running children and sighing mothers— it’s a formed tradition in customs now.
long table decorated with hot and freshly served meals by the private chefs busy in the kitchen, maekar smiles at the conversation between him and his brothers— simply recounting how they were in memory of university.
“you four were headaches of mine— to your mother as well.” their father in chew of seared veal.
“oh they still are, aren't they husband?” myriah smiles quite fondly to her sons, glancing at daeron who was pouring what seemed to be his third glass of wine.
“daeron dear, how’s that girlfriend of yours?”
“we broke up, grandmother. a couple months ago.” he shrugs, lips already in sip of the red.
“and you did not tell us, why?”
“didn't feel like it.”
aerion scoffs to that, chewing veal himself with roasted kale in seasoning before meeting his grandfather’s eyes.
“we’re young anyway and the people here are… unfortunate—ly not of standard.” boasting himself which causes groans all around the table, growing exhausted of his prideful head.
it continues in waves, the conversation surrounding the topic of the dynasty’s future. two rather placid members seemingly content in observing until one’s called for.
“valarr— you seem too calm tonight, my grandson. anything you want to speak about?”
resting against the chair with an easy smile formed to the question, shrugging his shoulders in shy before chuckling.
“met a girl a week ago… in campus.”
attention on the speaking young man, valarr shakes off the teasing from his cousins with a phrase in pursuit.
“she’s uh.. beautiful. almost doll-like really. smart too— natural sciences.’’
maekar piques up at that, setting the glass of scotch and sucking his teeth in attentive now. eyes on his nephew regards in vigilance to the discomforting traits described much too familiar to who awaits him after said dinner.
“did you get her name?”
“she’s interested as well?”
“how’d you meet her?”
“you should introduce her to us.”
“which family is she from?”
“have you two gone on a date?”
all asked to valarr whose ears were turning red in thought of you, swallowing a gulp of water to help but was futile as he answered still in shy.
“not yet, but.. i plan on asking her out on a date this week when i see her in campus again.”
“do you think you can get her number from sir reynold for me, uncle maekar? she mentioned being his family friend—”
“and why would i do that?” cold. brute and simple in reply— odd at the swift almost defensive.
stunned but not offended, valarr smiles to his uncle instead.
“well.. so i can have her—”
“no.” rising from his seat with a final sip of liquor, disregarding the looks of skepticism from his family members and a startled nephew.
‘in your apartment in 30. red lace.’ a single text he sends as maekar takes his suit jacket from the maid and make way to the mercedes in park.
fin.
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⌞a/n⌝ - republish cause tumblrs a btch. do we likeeee? i loveddd writing this part and the entire series so far. it’s so funn since maekar as your sugar daddy is so dreamy as a concept. one chanceee pleaseeee mr. maekar. and oh! family problem for the dragon blood— blame pretty doll faces for that! thank you all for being so so kind to me. genuinely i adore all of you! <3 🦢
⌞tags⌝ - 18+!, mdni!, sugardaddy!maekar x collegestudent!reader, smut implication!, modern!au
𖤝 r.c.s 𖤝 r.c.s iii
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- whining out of sheer complaining to your leave; sasha, whom you’ve bonded quite closely to at work was wiping faux tears with a pout as the locker once in recipient of every phase a frustrated college student may pass through closes in empty.
“do you really have to quit? i thought we were going to rot here as servers foreverrr.” a hand on your hip.
“well, i suppose i got lucky with this.. online gimmick. saved up enough for myself.” white lie slipping past in a curled smile.
“i wish you didn't have to go…”
eyes rolled at her exaggeration with a court giggle. lips pressing to her cheeks now in a friendly kiss.
“with how you’re talking.. one would assumed i have a death sentence. we can always hang out! and maybe.. i'll show you around that new apartment of mine.” winking at her gasp, a last wave to your now previous co-workers.
the door to the back seat was opened for your comfort, buckling the seatbelt before offering a polite smile to reynold, maekar’s driver tasked to pick you up.. and drop you off plenty enough for recognition.
“could we pass by the café in—”
“mr. targaryen demanded i take you home directly, miss.” he turns the wheel into drive.
“but he’s not here—”
“what mr. maekar demands, i do, miss.” cut off once again which causes a sigh to leave your lips.
- four months of being a sweet clandestine for a man once so troubled in living; maekar has developed your life in ways a laugh of ridiculous explaining your older self would emit. it isn't exactly difficult to comprehend precisely the effects of becoming the apple of the eye to a man whose head is level in a state of utter masculinity sans incertitude.
key slotted to the door, opened and locked instantly like maekar has insisted you countless of time to gain as habit. brushing your hair back before gasping in startle upon landing your eyes to where he sat in the leather couch just by a corner of the living room, eyes watching you through the rim of his cognac glass.
“you’re here.. why didn't you text me?” feet slowly walking into where his thighs were spread for your sitting— gladly taking the pleasure to with a kiss to his cheek first and then his lips second.
“missed you, doll. how was lecture?” whispered in between pauses of the same kiss that begins to grow into sin-like.
“missed me? we were fucking in your car yesterday before that board meeting.” a jest to ease the felt tension in between his shoulders, hand brushing in gentle caress to his bearded cheek that you’ve grown to adore the feel of.
“well that’s different now, isn't it? can’t a man not want his pretty girl to hold?” he jests in return causing a laugh from your lips, kissing him again before your knees fall in between his thighs to unbuckling the belt free of where he grew hard for you so quickly.
quite a challenge not to when those eyes are shaped like provocation and shaded in carnal arousal no man below their principle could deny themself of.
head thrown back to the unreal feel of your hollowed mouth, spit in messy glisten as you knew maekar was in favour of seeing when you suck his cock. hair brushed back and tugged with a hiss caused by swirling the tip with tongue— blinking prettily before focusing on making him feel good.
“missed you too.”
- fingers massaging his own temple out of utter show in fatigue growing every second to the meeting prolonged more than called for. oxfords tapping against the tiled floor in ticking bar of thinning forbearance in any more business jargon with men of supposed knowledge.
maekar swiftly takes his leave the second it was possible, incapable of hearing further theories in number and valued assets— loosening the tie around his neck while he allowed the chauffeur take route of his hotel.
phone lit in a picture of his children for his lock screen, passcode typed to reveal the candid picture of you he had captured one evening in bed together: head placed atop of his chest, hair framing your pretty sleeping doll face with a hand tucked to your chin in an almost pout.
his thumb caresses the screen in quiet, eyes softening to the calming reaction the very photo of you causes him. his pretty doll face, gods you were a weighing balm to maekar’s soul. scrolling more to that album he keeps to himself filled with candid photographs of you in mundanity that captures him entirely to ease once more— forgetting the lassitude laced shoulders.
three more days worth to the business trip maekar was currently obligated to in casterly rock for the new business projection with the lannisters.
‘hey, doll face. calling you in ten minutes.’
‘finished with the conference.’
‘what are you doing?’
‘missing your pretty face right now.’
all four messages lighting up the screen of your cell and the smile on your lips— for stoic man to the public, one could not possibly comprehend such clingy messages from someone like maekar.
- the first two months in hindsight were so so sweet for both you and maekar. most would call it ‘the honeymoon phase’ but you didn't label it as such. why? well simply because the term or expression was fit for those in a relationship, and what you both were did not fit the category.
squealing in ecstatic tone when you open your eyes to the boxes of the highest contender in your wishlist: Agent Provocateur.
immediately kissing his cheeks repeatedly with ‘thank you’’s and ‘you’re the best’ in between, maekar merely nudges you to try them on, wanting to see you in laces himself— a win-win situation in his opinion.
“no.. i don’t want a new bag, thank you anyway.’”
maekar ignores your words while the pictures his assistant has sent over were being inspected to his taste and your own, responding with a mere ‘get all three.’ and followed with a ‘thursday appointment with my SA in graff and chopard.’ shutting his phone off after to wrap his arms around your cooking form by the stove— nape pecked so reverently.
“okay. then what do you want?”
“..a car maybe?” you tease while peppering the sauce.
“no.” instantly rejected, knowing maekar was only comfortable with having you be escorted by reynold. the city bearing plenty of reckless drivers.
he’s lost dyanna already, he was not risking the life of who held his heart in growing segments now.
blushed pink baby shirt, pink lace panties and white socks.
one of maekar’s favorite ways to have you dressed on a saturday morning after a particularly tiring friday night— spent panting beneath him in curled moans drawn from each slick thrust he fucks with his cock into your cunt.
forearms leaned over the railing of the balcony, watching the busy streets from twenty floors above. the early summer breeze blows your hair like swaying flowers, eventually lulling maekar to rise from the sheets and have his chest pressed flat your back— hands placed in those lace in the hips and nape bared for low humming.
“come back to bed.”
head tilted for more senses of maekar’s beard scratching the skin so lullingly, chuckling at the little nips before a squeal leaves your lips— carried like a bride back to the sheets where he looms over your much petite form than his.
“don’t you have a family lunch at twelve? it’s ten, maekar..”
“they can wait. bend over.”
- cruising through the days of each week with an almost heart shaped red glasses at the amount you’ve blossomed into such a lovely young woman from maekar’s heed and charge— one would only assume you were being treated correctly by a man.. which is the entirety of the truth concealed under your tongue. but some possess quite a keen eye.
“how do you know sir reynold?” a voice captures your attention just until the exit of the main hall. breath hitching when your eyes land on a certain brunette with a silver streak in his hair and bi-colored irises. valarr targaryen— bless him and his inherited perceptiveness.
“uh.. sorry what?” you stumble in words, only hearing a chuckle from him.
“sir reynold. he’s my uncle’s driver— how do you know him?”
staring at him is slow panic that you swallowed with a rather charming expression.
“he’s uh.. my family friend actually! from my father’s.”
“really? i was informed his family’s in the north.. odd.” valarr ponders in low, glancing around momentarily before offering a hand.
“valarr by the way, we should.. hang around sometime— you’re in natural sciences, right?”
blinking back astounded for a second, plastering a smile before shaking his hand in return— which seemed strangely lengthy for propriety.
“sure, and yes— how did.. how did you know that?”
“uh.. good guess, i suppose?”
you hummed to that, nodding before giving him one last wave and heading to the east wing of the campus where your lecture was. unbeknownst to you, his eyes were onto your disappearing figure with an almost smile— the m pendant on your necklace completely missed by valarr.
oh you and your pretty doll face. that’s two birds from the same flock.
- the first sunday of every month is reserved for family, daeron had consistently applied said philosophy to his family for years and with how the targaryen manor was occupied with running children and sighing mothers— it’s a formed tradition in customs now.
long table decorated with hot and freshly served meals by the private chefs busy in the kitchen, maekar smiles at the conversation between him and his brothers— simply recounting how they were in memory of university.
“you four were headaches of mine— to your mother as well.” their father in chew of seared veal.
“oh they still are, aren't they husband?” myriah smiles quite fondly to her sons, glancing at daeron who was pouring what seemed to be his third glass of wine.
“daeron dear, how’s that girlfriend of yours?”
“we broke up, grandmother. a couple months ago.” he shrugs, lips already in sip of the red.
“and you did not tell us, why?”
“didn't feel like it.”
aerion scoffs to that, chewing veal himself with roasted kale in seasoning before meeting his grandfather’s eyes.
“we’re young anyway and the people here are… unfortunate—ly not of standard.” boasting himself which causes groans all around the table, growing exhausted of his prideful head.
it continues in waves, the conversation surrounding the topic of the dynasty’s future. two rather placid members seemingly content in observing until one’s called for.
“valarr— you seem too calm tonight, my grandson. anything you want to speak about?”
resting against the chair with an easy smile formed to the question, shrugging his shoulders in shy before chuckling.
“met a girl a week ago… in campus.”
attention on the speaking young man, valarr shakes off the teasing from his cousins with a phrase in pursuit.
“she’s uh.. beautiful. almost doll-like really. smart too— natural sciences.’’
maekar piques up at that, setting the glass of scotch and sucking his teeth in attentive now. eyes on his nephew regards in vigilance to the discomforting traits described much too familiar to who awaits him after said dinner.
“did you get her name?”
“she’s interested as well?”
“how’d you meet her?”
“you should introduce her to us.”
“which family is she from?”
“have you two gone on a date?”
all asked to valarr whose ears were turning red in thought of you, swallowing a gulp of water to help but was futile as he answered still in shy.
“not yet, but.. i plan on asking her out on a date this week when i see her in campus again.”
“do you think you can get her number from sir reynold for me, uncle maekar? she mentioned being his family friend—”
“and why would i do that?” cold. brute and simple in reply— odd at the swift almost defensive.
stunned but not offended, valarr smiles to his uncle instead.
“well.. so i can have her—”
“no.” rising from his seat with a final sip of liquor, disregarding the looks of skepticism from his family members and a startled nephew.
‘in your apartment in 30. red lace.’ a single text he sends as maekar takes his suit jacket from the maid and make way to the mercedes in park.
fin.
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⌞a/n⌝ - republish cause tumblrs a btch. do we likeeee? i loveddd writing this part and the entire series so far. it’s so funn since maekar as your sugar daddy is so dreamy as a concept. one chanceee pleaseeee mr. maekar. and oh! family problem for the dragon blood— blame pretty doll faces for that! thank you all for being so so kind to me. genuinely i adore all of you! <3 🦢
Kalea Targaryen, beloved daughter of Baelor Breakspear, has spent her life as the most valuable marriage prize in the realm. Every lord seeks her hand. Constant marriage proposals at the royal doors, all for the heir’s only daughter.
Sent on a royal progress by King Daeron the Good to choose her own match, she goes to every part of the realm, determined to become the dutiful princess her family needs. To secure the strongest alliance, she is tasked to do this royal tour to choose her future husband. To give the king’s favorite grandchild a chance to pick her heart’s desire.
Her chosen escort? Prince Maekar Targaryen: warrior, widower, and the one man she should never love.
But distance from court was meant to quiet her heart, right? It was never meant to leave her alone with Prince Maekar.
As they travel throughout the realm, they begin to fall into a life that feels dangerously like marriage, and getting too comfortable with the life they have now. And with powerful houses preparing their proposals, Kalea faces an impossible truth:
How can Baelor’s daughter give her hand to a mere stranger… when her heart already belongs to another?
Hello! It's me again AAAAAAA is it possible to ask for another request? If yes, can I request for a song fic with Mikey?
The song is a little NSFW at the end but you don't have to include that to the fic! Best to focus on the main idea of the song. I'm quite excited for this ngl HAHAHAHA
Song : Stacy's Brother - Mad Tsai
a/n: omg i love going through this song,, it was automatically added to my playlist and recommended it to my friends sklsak they loved it!! and i love the idea of mikey falling in love with stacy's brother
here's the link to the pinned post, in case some of my followers wanted to join my event <33 ((if you also want a direct tag to every piece I'll be writing for this event, reply to this post or to my pinned post))
𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓎'𝓈 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 - 𝑀𝒶𝒹 𝒯𝓈𝒶𝒾
𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕩 𝕄!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 (He/His Pronouns)
When Mikey starts to hang out with Emma’s friend, Stacy, he’s uncertain whether Stacy’s driving him more to insanity or her presence is his source of solace. Whatever this is he’s feeling, he’s unsure of it. But, the whole reason he’s confused is how Stacy isn’t the one making him feel that way. It was Stacy’s brother, you.
Mikey’s heart seems to race faster when you’re around. When your hand seems to slightly graze his. Or the secret glances you two exchange. Everyone was pushing Mikey to Stacy. However, Mikey couldn’t help but think about him. Only him. So, how could he even tell the truth to Stacy, let alone to Draken and Emma? How could he bring himself to tell the girl who’s been loving him that he’s actually in love with her brother? For now, you two have kept your relationship a secret.
We know how Mikey also has this possessive behavior towards the people he loves and cares for. That's why every time you get close to someone else and all he could do is watch, his heart wrench in pain. And, he wants to beat the crap out of any girl who tried to flirt with you, or other guys who tried getting closer to you. All he wants is to hold your hand and be with you, but he's currently stuck with Stacy too. He wants to protect you at all costs, but he's more than aware that you're capable of defending yourself. (After all, this boy taught you the basics of fighting too)
At first, Mikey thought Stacy was the whole definition of love, but she’s just a mere part of it, and it was you who filled his heart with unending contentment even if it meant he had to love you from afar. But, there’s no promise that Mikey didn’t keep. For as long as you’re with him, and no matter how far you two get from each other, he will always love you. Mikey promised that soon enough, he would scream at the top of his lungs and say, “I am in love with Stacy’s brother, and he is mine to keep forever.”
now imagine mikey looking at the person you're with because he's secretly jealous of that person sksksklaskl oooohhh he wants to fight that person asap
Heyyy! I dont know if I am eligible for request because my one request has been answered 😅😅😅 but I will try my luck😁
May I request the prompt *if I dont end up marrying you, I will stay single forever * please with Hakkai, Yujii, Ran & Sanzu. You can skip any if you feel like.
Congratulations againnn!💃🏻
a/n: i enjoy your requests smmm!!!! and i loved writing this request of yours this morning <33
here's the link to the pinned post, in case some of my followers wanted to join my event <33 ((if you also want a direct tag to every piece I'll be writing for this event, reply to this post or to my pinned post))
He genuinely enjoys the simple things with you even if his upbringing was luxurious. (This man is from Roppongi, so expect that even his parents are rich AF) So, whenever you go with him to parties at a club even if you weren’t used to it, his heart feels happy. But, every time you are with him, you’re taking the spotlight and everyone’s eyes are on you. And, instead of getting jealous, he feels this beam of pride, thinking “that’s my girl” while you danced with some of his friends. After all, at the end of the night, he’s the only one who could see you without your make-up on while wearing an oversized shirt with messy hair. He will dance with you in the kitchen, your head pressed to his chest, while his chin is resting on the top of your head. “Y/N, If I don’t end up marrying you, I’ll just stay single forever.”
It’s always the simplest moments with him. And, you’re just so happy that he wants to be with you forever even if you think you’re not worthy of his love.
𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙠𝙖𝙞 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙖
With him, you were quite not sure what he truly feels for you. Yes, you two were in a relationship, however, he still gets shy around you. Well, at least, it’s better now since he couldn’t even look at you when he first knew he liked you.
Today, you just brought him along while shopping for new clothes. You wore this white, flowy dress and you thought you looked really cute. When you got out of the changing room to show Hakkai your dress, he stood there with mouth agape. His face says it all, so you were about to go back to the changing room when he finally used his words to express his love, “If I don’t end up marrying you, I’ll just stay single forever.” You looked at him, shocked. You ran towards him and hugged him really tight; almost suffocating him. “Okay, I will. I will marry you. Even if you’re just about to kneel down, I’ll already say yes without you asking.” His face aggressively blushed.
He cupped your face and said with sincerity, “I love you, Y/N.” As simple as that, you could already feel the love flowing in his heart for you.
𝙮𝙪𝙟𝙞 𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞
This boy is such a loveable person who never ends the day without telling you how much he loves you. You always feel like the luckiest girl when you’re with him. But, you were taken aback when he suddenly blurted out, “If I don’t end up marrying you, I’ll just stay single forever.” while you were cooking breakfast for the two of you.
“What? Don’t joke around like that, baby.” You nervously laughed because you never thought that he'd feel that way. That he wants to be with you for a lifetime. Yuji’s hands snaked through your waist and kissed your bare neck. “Of course, I have my own Jennifer Lawrence now.” You smacked him in the chest, pushing him away. “Just kidding. I have you, Y/N, and that’s way better than I hoped for. So, I’d like to be with you forever.” He said, kissing you one last time before stealing a piece of food that you were cooking…
You were grateful that you fell in love with your best friend
𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙮𝙤
You love going along with his crazy plans, and doing it with him brings you so much joy. So, the two of you found yourself being followed by the police as Sanzu drove 120km per hour. The adrenaline rushed through your body as he tried his best to lose the police. When he took a sharp turn, they weren’t able to follow him anymore, and the police just went straight to the road. Both of you were breathless from the intense occurrence. You two were laughing at how dumb and careless you could be with him. As the laughter faded, he held your chin upward and said, “If I don’t end up marrying you, I’ll just stay single forever… I don’t want to do these things with anyone other than you, Y/N.” He leaned closer to your face and closed the gap between the two of you. The simple kiss suddenly turned into a full out make-out session. He used to be a playboy, but you changed him. You really did. And, it’s so visible with how much he loves and adores you.
You asked yourself, how could someone be this chaotic and beautiful at the same time?
Hello Hello!! May I please request for a love confession letter from Wakasa? Thank you so much in advance!! And congratulations for 500 followers!! 🎉🎉🎉
a/n: hi hiiii!!! thank you sooo muchhh!! and btw, i was tearing up a lil when i was making this request for you sklaks idk why,, maybe it was the way i wanted to be confessed to? or maybe because i wish wakasa's real, there's no in-between T^T anyway, i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing this piece <33
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𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠𝑎'𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟― 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢
“Dear Y/N,
Isn’t the sun quite bright today? Well, who cares? Your smile is brighter than the sun but it’s never blinding. Rather, your bright smile was somewhat like a torch that led me out of a dark world.
I don’t know when but it just happened. It just so happened that I met you on a fateful Thursday afternoon. I’ll prefer to call it a miracle. Because you saved me, Y/N. You really did. And, I wish I could pay you back in some kind, but you just shunned me away and said it was okay.
But, you haven’t even asked me in what way I wanted to pay you back, you big dummy. Knowing you, Y/N, you’re probably pouting right now out of frustration, huh? (cue to you being confused on why he could easily read your mind and how he immediately knows what your initial reaction would be even before you do it)
To be honest, I never imagined having an extra person in my life. As far as I know, I am content with everything I have so far. However, you’re different, you're an exception. And, with you, I am certain of this. Heck, I don’t even write letters, but for you I did.
Y/N, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a long time now.
I am writing to you because, honestly, I am better with words than acting out what I feel towards you. My heart has belonged to you ever since that day we met. I already knew that I finally found a beautiful soul and a kind heart to which is compatible with my wrecked soul and icy cold heart.
You are the exact reason why I wanted to keep going. Because I wanted to see you grow, to see you smile, and eventually, to see how you would love me back.
I don’t exactly know when or how it started, but maybe it was just a hunch.
All I know for sure is that my heart is beating faster than normal whenever I hear you laugh, or when you cry over a sad story you read that didn’t even happen in real life, or maybe it was how easily you get distracted from what you are doing and I have to remind you three times for you to stop getting distracted, I don’t know, Y/N. But, you have captivated my heart in all ways possible.
I love you and that’s it. I wish I could repay your kindness by letting me love you and treat you like you’re the most beautiful queen this world has ever seen. I couldn’t bring a list of the things I love about you, after all, it would probably take me a whole day to even list it all down. Because, even the little things about you, I love it and I’ll continue loving it.
For now, I don’t need an answer. I respect you and your feelings. And, if you don’t feel the same way, it’s okay. Don’t feel bad. Because if there’s one thing that you taught me just by loving you is how ugly this world would be without you.
From, Wakasa"
okay? now imagine him smiling like the picture above while writing the letter kslksalakslss he's thinking of you, just you. no thoughts of the possibility of you rejecting him. just his pure and true love for you.
Hey! Congratulations on 500 followers! 🥳 May I request Shinichiro with prompt 'Did you touch yourself without me?' Thank you so much for your time. Have a great day!
Also I am 20+ but my bio get reset everytime I change it😞 I have a pinned post about me tho.
a/n: tysm, babe!! i appreciate you indicating your age here too!! ahckk and i love the idea hmmm,, the first request on my event is smut (which is what i was expecting tho, in all honesty, hahaha) enjoy this one 😉
to my followers, feel free to request now. but make sure to read this first!!
Time was ticking like it was some kind of a bomb. Shinichiro promised you a night of love, but you thought that maybe his friends would always be his top priority than you...
You were slowly getting impatient. Your aching core was desperate. You needed to release all of the pent-up emotions and heat you’ve been feeling during his absence.
So, you hesitantly took your underwear off since his words echoed in your head.
“You’re all mine, my love. All mine. That’s why you should be a good girl and always wait for me, okay? Then if you’re patient, I’ll reward you, but if you’re not, a punishment awaits, alright?”
But, you just couldn’t wait anymore. You started to draw circles on your own clit as your body felt the pleasure. As you do this, you’re thinking about how Shinichiro would do it. His praises for you were all you could hear inside your head, which made you want for more. You pumped your fingers inside and out of your core as fast as you could until you climaxed on your own…
Your body was shaking from the pleasure, but your heart was lonely. He wasn’t back yet, so you decided to wait for him. However, you had an intense orgasm from touching yourself and thinking about him at the same time that you eventually fell asleep.
A few hours later, you were met with a familiar presence. A comforting one. You opened your eyes, and in the blurry vision you currently had, you knew it was Shinichiro. You smiled as you felt his hands play with your hair.
He kissed the top of your head and asked, “Did you really wait for me?” You eagerly nodded your head as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Shinichiro smirked and said, “Then why is your panty on the floor?” He showed you what was inside his curled fist and asked again, “Did you touch yourself without me?”.
“I-I didn’t mean it… I missed you so bad―” He cut you off by kissing you like there was no tomorrow. His index finger lingered through your unclothed cunt. You gasped in his mouth and he laughed. “My love, you know your punishment.” He stood up and walked towards the drawer. He took out the handcuffs and the blindfold, and he started to put it on you.
“Now, let me be the one to pleasure you. It's not the same if I'm the one doing it, right?” He stated before he gave you multiple orgasms just for him to let out some of his steam as well...
DIRECT TAG :@crown-prince-jun
kneewaze, feel free to message me or reply here if y'all want sum direct tags during the event <33
READ THE RULES FIRST *strictly, this event is solely for my followers. so, you could only send a request if you follow me. that's why the anon button is turned off since i'll 1st check if you're following me*
PROMPTS
Song Prompts (Give me a song and a character, I’ll listen to it, and I’ll write something/ or a scenario about/ with that character)
Dialogue Prompts (choose from any of the following below, but please check if the dialogue has been taken, because I would only do it once. However, you can send your own dialogue for me to write)
FLUFF
“I look at you and I already see the whole universe”
“Why do you love me?”
“The best flavors in this world have collided in your mouth”
“You are truly the love of my life…”
“Are you an idiot?... How could you be so stupid and not realize how much I love you all this time?”
“Humans aren’t supposed to be perfect, yet here you are.”
“If I don’t end up marrying you, I’ll just stay single forever.”
“You are the star, the moon, the sun, and you put the whole galaxy to shame.”
ANGST
“Don’t leave me… please”
“I would run away with you…”
“I never even loved you.”
“You had a choice, and you chose to hurt me.”
“Your love was all I ever needed, but someone better deserves you.”
Letter Prompts (Send me a character and the kind of letter you’d like for me to write. Whether it’d be a love letter, a confession, or a farewell letter, it all depends on you *wink wink*) here is an EXAMPLE
Choose a character from the fandoms I write for and I’ll edit a poster for you… (Will send it to you through your message. STRICTLY, ONE REQUEST PER PERSON) Here are the EXAMPLES
That is all that I would be accepting for this event that would run until December 10, 2021 since I still do school work and stuff regularly. But, thank you, thank you sooooooo much for the 500 followers. Through every single one of you, I could further explore my writing skills. <333
I’ll be turning off the anon button (pls respect that only my followers would be allowed to send requests ༼ ༎ຶ ᆺ ༎ຶ༽)
Smuts are allowed but only for the characters that are at the right age in the MAIN timeline. No time skip or anything. (So, Shinichiro, Wakasa, and Takeomi from tokrev are welcome) And, I will only entertain smut requests if you have your age on your bio (MINORS ARE STRICTLY PROHIBITED FROM THE SMUT)
I write for Tokyo Revengers, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan, Black Clover, My Hero Academia, Haikyuu!!, Chainsaw Man (choose any character you’d like from any of these fandoms, but you can give me random characters from different fandoms in one request [but pls, limit it to 4 characters at once])
Please indicate if you want it to be gender-neutral or male pronouns because I usually write using she/her pronouns.
I am a student before I am a writer. So, please respect the time I'll give for every request.
This event will go on until December 10, 2021. We'll do this again if I ever reach 1000 followers :)
Find all requests in this hashtag: #cc's 500 followers event ⌗(́◉◞౪◟◉‵⌗)
If you want to be included in the DIRECT TAG, please message me or reply here :)
a/n: I made this in a way like it wasn’t a fantasy type of world, rather, in a modern world. In all honesty, I enjoyed writing this. I interpreted this really well, but I decided to write it in my style, so I hope you like this…
Ran, the heir to the Haitani empire of Roppongi, found himself slowly falling in love with the people’s princess…
The people’s princess, you ask? Y/N is truly the kind of girl that could bring all sorts of people into one room and make them united. Y/N has that aura that would have anyone drawn to her. She was kind, the girl who was at the top of their class, and above all, she was enchantingly beautiful. That’s why, Ran Haitani, the smart-ass guy, will always be speechless when Y/N’s around.
Just like the Prince from the Little Mermaid, he pursued her. But, in a Haitani way. He has money, of course. So, he always showered her with gifts and took her out on a date almost every night. Y/N thinks they’re both from different worlds. He was rich and her parents were just earning the right amount for their family.
“I love you for you, Y/N. I wouldn’t change anything about that. Your upbringing and the kind of person you are were the reason why my heart beats faster than normal. I am a fool for your love, dear.”
And, just like the vast ocean, your love for one another was immeasurable that you were confident that no one would get in the way. The blue ocean was like his love for you, it was calm, and he put your mind to peace. The ocean was like the sky of the heavens. And, you felt like every time you were with Ran, the angels sang and the mermaids swam.
But, people started to question Ran.
Why you? Why did he choose you?
You would be lying if you said you weren’t affected by the comments others made.
So, what you did was dress so fancy and people finally took notice of it. You changed your attitude. You became somewhat of a bitch, really…
And, because of your new personality, Ran was not amused. The more he sees you like that, the more his feelings for you start to fade.
He looked at you with pity when your face was filled with heavy make-up. He’ll be sad whenever he sees you yell at someone. He won’t care about whatever you wear now.
People from Ran’s class started to accept you but Ran himself did not like this change at all.
“This isn’t the Y/N I fell in love with. Why do you have to try so hard for others to accept you? I guess my acceptance and love aren’t enough, huh? I-I can’t do this anymore, I’m sorry. I don’t love you anymore.”
Your heart sank at that moment. It sank in the deepest pits of the ocean.
The love you held for him was like the ocean, it calmed you down but it drowned you out.
The change will either give you the best or the worst outcome possible. It’s just the other side of the coin.
The mermaid princess has a pair of legs now, but the prince loved her for who she is. And, the prince can’t love someone who would act so differently just to be accepted.
If Y/N would change something now, it would probably be how she was back then. From then on, she would be the one to try her best and win her prince back...
last request before i start my 500 followers event!!!!! i'm so excited for this!! i hope you guys would participate and enjoy it too. reply here or message me if you want direct tags for tokyo revengers request this upcoming event!!! <33
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