#soft music that you both enjoyed playing ever so harmoniously in the background

[mrsoharaa]

(Because I didn’t just have some decent wine myself a few minutes agooo…and I’m not a wine person lmao)

But I’m thinking about civilian neighbor! Reader who invites Miguel over graciously for a simple glass of wine and friendly dinner. Things go so smooth, generous conversations, kind offerings to prepping the appointed meal (you refuse his help since he’s technically a guest, but with Miguel being well— Miguel, he stubbornly insists that he helps you in some sort of way)— about three glass of wines in, and reader starts to get giggly and giddy. Miguel, of course finds it adorable and luring. The sweet, soft tone of your candied voice entrancing his brittle heart. Butterflies swarm within his chest and stomach, the cute wrinkles that highlighted your distinguished features immediately capturing his entire attention. Hearts almost practically forming in his radiant pools of soft sable. And god, don’t get me started how tense the man gets when the gentle touch of your right hand softly taps at his broad shoulder, gradually lingering down to the length of his flexing bicep.

That man is on edge. Fighting back every elusive thoughts and hounding admiration to consume his slightly hazy mind. Bites his lips generously as he watches the glimmering smile you contort into, feeling the heavy weight in his chest become that much more weighty and overwhelming.

And when you suddenly loose some bit of balance, while sitting on your couch (you lean a little too forward closer towards him), you find yourself holding yourself up by the bulging muscles of his firm arms. Your dazed irises meet his own, a staggered breath catches tightly at the back of your throat. The eye contact between you both intensifying. The soften touch of his wide, rough hands subtly holding your leaning weight, pupils dilating with such pliant tender and lulling attraction.

But yeahhh, that’s where my mind is rn lol

[guiltysungho]

— boynextdoor when you need help to sleep

genre : tags. fluff, suggestive (18+), established relationship, comfort (?)

wordcount. 150 - 300

a/n. you might feel the quality degrade as you continue but i really just wanted to post something. its not too bad i hope, enjoy 😭

@onedoornet

sungho is used to your tossing and turning in bed whenever falling asleep becomes a task, and whether it’s a nap or full night’s rest he knows what to do to get your melatonin up.

he’ll keep you close, enough to feel body rise with each tired breath. gentle pats on your head as he sings a sweet melody to you, humming the instrumental part quietly for you to travel with the sound.

earlier in your relationship you had told him about this song, your childhood nights filled the same harmony he sung to you. he’d learnt the song just for you, for nights like this one when sleeping wasn’t so easy.

you remember the first night you heard the song from him, such a cherished memory. you dreamt of wonders that night, of you and him in a fairytale where that song played throughout the kingdom.

even when he was away from home where he couldn’t hold you, his voice would still be at your reach. after seeing how much you enjoyed his singing, he’d recorded the song for you, saving it on your phone so you could always sleep soundly even when you were miles apart.

when you can’t sleep neither can riwoo, he needs to see you sleeping soundly for the slumber to settle in. he doesn’t know exactly how to make you fall asleep but he tries to figure it out based on general opinions.

so when it’s time to sleep the whole mood in the room switches. rain ambiance noises added to a white noise in the background, cool toned led lights, air purifier, assuming at least one thing would work so got everything.

most of the time you end up laughing, watching him put on every appliance in the room to set the mood right just makes you smile. checking with you on the settings, asking if you want to change the rain sounds to fire place sounds since its winter.

while laughing doesn’t help you sleep, whenever you did fall asleep you were at ease. no matter what happened in the day, you could look forward to the sleeping sessions because of the joy they brought.

at times he would go the extra length and start counting sheep out loud for the both of you, giggling together at each number when you should be sleeping.

the truth was you knew exactly how to fall asleep, you’d fall asleep in the first couple minutes, just lying down on his chest, arm around his torso, but you liked the whole drama of it all so you would let it happen.

jaehyun is like a homemade podcast, you’ll lay there between his thighs while he tells you all about everything. sometimes he’d tell you about his day, depending on how interesting it was and other times he’d tell stories.

he knows you like listening to him so plays with that, telling you all sorts of things that grow more unbelievable as he goes on. at times you’re unsure if he is even saying coherent words or just making sounds that sound like words.

it never did bother you though, if anything you loved it the more incoherent, the easier the slumber came. you would let him play with your hair as he told a story you’d never heard of before, braiding it to the best of his abilities.

something about having his fingers tangled up in your hair and his voice so close to your ears made sleeping such an easy task, you wonder how it was ever hard for you.

you’d fall asleep to his sweet voice, bedtime stories from your one and only. even when he’s far from you he finds a way to make it work, late night calls were he'd just take you along with him, narrating his every movement.

he knows by your soft hums through the line that it works just as well so he continues till all he can hear is your quiet snoring.

slow relaxing tunes fill your room whenever it’s bedtime. you get so close together under the sheets, cuddling as you let the music transport you to a deep slumber.

most of the time that’s all you need to fall asleep, his arms around you and sweet melodies playing from the speaker. the only downside being that it wasn’t an immediate solution to your insomnia.

for taesan there’s only one way to help you sleep immediately and if the tiredness is too much for you he’s always willing to help with a little stimulation. he’ll help you relax completely and release all tension from your body.

he finds it cute the way you always fall asleep immediately after an orgasm, the way your small hands would wrap around his wrist when you felt it coming and stay wrapped there once you passed out. if you need an orgasm to fall asleep he'll give it you with the most pleasure.

whenever it came to it his main focus would be you, wanting you to feel the most pleasure so the slumber could settle as soon as you orgasm. he plays with your most sensitive parts, teasing and pleasing you, kissing you wherever you ask for it.

when you finally finish your eyes are already shut as you slowly regain your breath falling into a deep sleep. he gives you a kiss on the forehead to telling you did well before letting you sleep comfortably.

leehan is particularly gentle with you when you're sleepy, to be honest he enjoys listening to your little yawns and groans that come whenever you were tired so he's a little more unserious in his ways of helping.

when you're tired in bed with him he'll whisper to you while you're craddled in his arms but it's more of an asmr session that a soothing moment. while his gentle touches help you relax, the sound of his voice by your ear whispering the script to a cartoon movie keeps the sleepyness from reaching it summit.

occasionally he will add sound effects to the show, mimicking sounds of bubbles with his mouth and flicking his cheek with his finger to remake the sound of water drops, trying his best to not burst out into laughter.

so most nights instead of sleeping you're giggling in a dark room with your boyfriend whispering the script of nemo to you telling you to imagine the movie while he narrates. with all the laughing you do you always end up falling asleep in the middle of his story, imagining your self in the movies.

he never lets you miss out on his late night asmr, even when he isn't with you he send you voice memos whispering to you in the most erotic way while telling you to tuck yourself in bed tight. giving you some sort of guided meditation session so you can sleep soundly.

[gong-fourz]

The Secret Idol

Pairing: idol!Jeongin x reader Summary: It was a great feeling to know that he felt comfortable enough to share his biggest secret with you. WC: 1.3k Genre: fluff Nets: @blossomnet

taglist - m.list

You strolled through the park, your mind lost in a tangle of thoughts and worries. The gentle breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant murmur of laughter. But amidst the tranquility of the park, a soft melody drifted through the air, beckoning her closer.

Intrigued, you followed the sound until you came upon a secluded bench nestled beneath the shade of a towering oak tree. There, you found a young man with a guitar cradled in his arms, his fingers dancing across the strings with practiced ease. His voice, soft and soulful, filled the air with an enchanting allure, drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

Mesmerized, you approached cautiously, not wanting to disrupt the serene atmosphere that surrounded him. You settled onto an adjacent bench, content to simply listen and absorb the music that seemed to emanate from his very soul.

As the melody continued to weave its spell, the young man glanced up, his eyes meeting yours with a warm, inviting gaze. Without a word, he continued to play, his voice joining the guitar in perfect harmony. His lyrics were like poetry, painting vivid pictures in your mind and stirring emotions you had long kept buried.

Time seemed to stand still as you sat there, lost in the music and the moment. The worries that had weighed so heavily on your mind melted away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment you hadn't felt in ages.

Eventually, the song came to an end, the final notes hanging in the air like a lingering echo. You found yourself holding your breath, not wanting to break the spell that had enveloped you both.

The young man set aside his guitar and turned to face you fully, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I hope you enjoyed the music," he said, his voice soft and gentle.

You nodded, unable to find your voice just yet. You was still caught up in the magic of the moment, the music still echoing in your ears and your heart.

"I'm glad," the young man replied, his smile widening. "It's not often I find someone who appreciates the beauty of a melody as much as you seem to."

You finally found your voice, though it was little more than a whisper. "Thank you," you said, your words carrying a depth of emotion you hadn't realized was there. "Your music…it touched something deep inside me."

The young man's smile grew even brighter, and he reached out a hand, offering it to you. "I'm glad I could bring a little joy into your day," he said. "My name's Jeongin, by the way."

You took his hand, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I'm Y/N," you replied, returning his smile with one of your own.

For a moment, you both simply sat there, hands clasped and smiles shared, the world around you fading into the background. It was as if you were the only two people in the park, cocooned in your own little bubble of music and magic.

But eventually, the spell had to be broken. With a reluctant sigh, you pulled your hand away, though you couldn't bring yourself to tear your gaze away from Jeongin's.

"I should probably be going," you said, your voice tinged with regret.

Jeongin nodded, though his smile never faltered. "I understand," he said. "But perhaps we'll meet again someday."

You nodded, a flicker of hope sparking in your chest. "I'd like that," you said, rising from the bench and gathering your things. As you turned to leave, you glanced back at Jeongin one last time, committing the memory of him and his music to your heart.

And as you walked away, the gentle melody of his guitar followed you, a reminder of the fleeting but beautiful encounter you had shared with the mysterious young man in the park.

Days turned into weeks, and you found yourself returning to the park more often than you ever had before. Each time, you hoped to catch another glimpse of Jeongin and his mesmerizing music. And more often than not, your wish was granted.

Your encounters became more frequent, and before long, you were spending countless hours together, sharing laughter, secrets, and dreams. You discovered that Jeongin was not just a talented musician, but also a kind-hearted soul with a passion for life.

You talked about everything and nothing, your conversations flowing effortlessly from one topic to the next. From your favorite books and movies to your hopes and aspirations, there was no subject too trivial or too profound for you to explore together.

As you grew closer, you couldn't help but admire Jeongin's gentle nature, his intelligence, and his unwavering determination. He had a way of seeing the beauty in the world, even in the darkest of times, and his optimism was infectious.

One evening, as you sat beneath the twinkling stars, Jeongin turned to you with a hesitant smile. "There's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice tinged with nervousness.

Your heart skipped a beat, sensing the weight of his words before he even spoke them. "What is it?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jeongin took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the ground. "My name isn't actually Jeongin," he confessed. "It's…It's I.N."

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "I.N?" you repeated, trying to make sense of the sudden revelation.

Jeongin nodded, his eyes shining with vulnerability. "Yeah," he said quietly. "It's…a nickname. It's what everyone calls me."

Realization dawned on you, and you felt a rush of understanding flood through you. "Wait," you said, your eyes widening in surprise. "Are you…are you a member of Stray Kids?"

Jeongin's eyes widened in shock, his gaze darting up to meet yours. "How did you…?" he began, but his voice trailed off as he realized the truth was already written on your face.

You couldn't help but smile at his reaction, though you could sense the underlying tension in the air. "I'm a fan," you admitted, feeling a flush of embarrassment color your cheeks. "I've followed your group since your debut."

Jeongin seemed to relax slightly at your confession, though the tension didn't completely dissipate. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "I wanted to, but…I couldn't risk it."

You reached out a comforting hand, gently squeezing his shoulder. "It's okay," you said softly. "I understand. Your safety comes first."

Jeongin nodded, a grateful smile spreading across his face. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "It means a lot to me that you're so understanding."

You sat in companionable silence for a moment, the weight of the revelation hanging in the air between you both. You couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the realization that the young musician you had encountered in the park was actually a member of one of the biggest idol groups in the industry.

Eventually, Jeongin broke the silence, his voice hesitant but determined. "I wanted to tell you because…I trust you," he said, his gaze meeting your with unwavering sincerity. "And it feels good to finally be able to share this part of my life with someone outside of my group."

You felt a surge of warmth fill your chest at his words, touched by the depth of trust he was placing in you. "I'm honored," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Truly."

As you both sat there, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, you couldn't help but marvel at the twist of fate that had brought you together. What had started as a chance encounter in the park had blossomed into something far more meaningful—a bond forged through music, trust, and shared secrets.

And as you sat there, lost in conversation and the quiet beauty of the park, You couldn't help but feel grateful for the serendipitous moment that had brought I.N into your life.

[bts-0t-7]

Serendipitous Melodies

Pair: Jimin x F Reader

Summary: You find love and enchantment in the embrace of Park Jimin. Through shared moments of music and dreams, you blossomed into a beautiful and everlasting connection.

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader

Chapter Warnings: None

WC: 770

The melody of a piano filled the air, captivating your senses as you strolled through the park. Your steps slowed down when you found the artist of the enchanting music. As you approached, you caught the skilful fingers of Jimin’s dancing gracefully across the keys.

At first, Jimin was so lost in the music that he did not notice you coming closer. As his eyes met yours, a shy smile graced his plump lips. He continued to play, movements blending into a mesmerizing blend of passion and skill. The notes seemed to carry a sort of secret message - one that spoke directly to your heart.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the melodious sound that encases you. You started to grow curious and bold, walking closer and closer. You were captivated by the magical moment unfolding before you. The park started to slowly fade away, leaving only Jimin and the symphony of emotions that he crafted through his music.

As the last notes hung in the air, Jimin’s gaze did not leave yours. His voice was soft and gentle when he said, “I didn’t expect anyone to be here at this time. But I’m glad that you have stumbled upon my impromptu performance.” He made a show of bowing deeply, down to his waist, before sitting back down on the bench.

A smile lifted the side of your lips as you replied, “It was a very beautiful piece, Jimin. A pleasant surprise. Your music always has a way to touch souls.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed with bashfulness as he hid them away in his hands. “Thank you. Music has always been my way of expressing emotions I can’t seem to express in the form of words”

At that moment, an unspoken connection formed - a bond forged through the language of music and shared understanding. It was a serendi[pitous encounter, a meeting of chance brought by the tied strings.

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and you found yourself continuously drawn to Jimin’s side more often. Through many shared moments of laughter, your connection deepened - like two melodies intertwining to create a new, harmonious duet.

Late nights were spent under the starlit sky, sharing your stories, dreams, and desires. Jimin’s laughter healed away all your sorrow and pain, leaving you with a sense of safety and peace. His presence lights up every room he steps into. But in his arms, you felt warmth - a type of comfort that surpasses mere companionship. It was a love that blossomed amidst the serendipity.

There were many stolen glances and lingering touches, an intimate language that conveyed more than words ever could. Every interaction with him leaves you craving more and his gentle tenderness serves as a reminder that simple meanings have profound gestures.

One evening, while both of you stood on the rooftop, the city lights painted a picturesque backdrop, Jimin turned to face you, eyes holding a sense of vulnerability that you have never seen from him.

“I’ve fallen for you, Y/N. Your heartbeat is like the melody that completes my song. I understand if you do not feel the same or need more time to consider.”

Jimin brought his hands down for the railing, fidgeting with his rings. Your heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by his words. With a soft smile, you grabbed his hands, intertwining them with yours. You cupped his cheek, forcing his eyes to meet yours as you replied, “I’ve, too, fallen for you, Jimin. You bring a light into my life that I never knew I needed.”

At that moment, time stood still. The symphony of the city below faded into the background, replaced by the chorus of both of your heartbeats beating in sync. The world seems to shrink, leaving only the both of you in it.

As the evening glow faded into the night sky, Jimin’s lips met yours, a tender kiss fusing the promise of a future and a never-fading bond. It was a moment of pure bliss - a harmony of souls that have finally found solace and love in each other’s arms.

As days passed, your love for Jimin continued to flourish. From stolen kisses to late-night dance sessions, every moment was a testament to the strength of the bond that brought the both of you closer than ever.

Through music and shared dreams, you created language spoken only by the both of you - a symphony of love, a melody that resonates deep within your souls. In Jimin’s embrace, you have found a love that was enchanting and everlasting, one that you knew would continue to fill your hearts with serendipitous melodies.

[shakirawastaken]

cherry wine (wilbur x reader)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Cherry Wine by grentperez ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯ ↺ Masterlist ‖ Song Link ≫ “The Library” Server Link!

Wilbur’s gaze flickered across the dimly lit pergola, sipping at a glass of cherry wine. A faint pink color dusted across his cheeks, a result of the cold breeze floating through the party. Fairy lights twinkled like stars in the night sky and soft jazz music played from a speaker nestled out of sight. The soft background noise of people talking to each other, laughing, and dancing almost harmonized with the jazz music. He softly smiled as he took another sip of the wine, deciding that he was a fan of the unusual drink. 

“Hey Wil,” one of his old friends came up behind him, also the host of the party. 

“Hey mate, great party,” he said honestly, lifting the glass of wine ever so slightly. 

“Thanks,” his friend muttered out, opening his mouth to speak again before being called away. “Sorry man, I’ll talk to you later?” he said back at Wilbur, who simply nodded in response. 

Wilbur watched as his friend ran to his partner, who immediately began talking to his friend. He observed their lovestruck expressions, gentle touches, and soft smiles. They were in love. He smiled and continued to sip at the same glass of cherry wine. 

As the hour passed by, Wilbur decided that it was time to leave. He walked over to the bar to return the half-finished glass of cherry wine, until he heard a voice call behind him. 

“Cherry wine? I love cherry wine,” you said, softly behind him as you came up to the bar next to him. “Can I have a glass of the same thing he has?” you asked the bartender, gesturing at Wilbur as you spoke. 

“Tonight was my first time having it,” Wilbur told you, glad he was able to spark conversation with someone. 

“Really!?” you said, grabbing the glass and thanking the bartender. You turned to Wilbur, smiling as you sipped the glass. “What do you think?”

He thoughtfully sipped the glass, exaggerating his facial expressions to mimic that he was thinking. “It’s pretty good,” he admitted, glancing at you to find that you were smiling at him. 

He couldn’t help but smile back. 

“I know it is,” you said, taking another sip of the wine. The two of you talked for a while after that, both of your lips slowly becoming stained red as you kept sipping the wine. 

Eventually (after a little more wine), Wilbur decided to take his shot. 

“Those shoes you’re wearing look like they’re made for dancing with someone else,” he slightly smirked as you raised your eyebrow. “Why don’t we move over to that empty space,” he gestured lazily with the glass in his hand “I’ll bet you 20 bucks I’ll put a smile on your face,” he muttered out, almost cooing the last line. 

“You’ve already put a smile on my face,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks flush at his sudden forward attitude. “But, let's go dance the night away,” you muttered, placing your glass on the counter. He grinned and grabbed your hand, gently pulling you to the empty space he had pointed out.

The music was barely audible, and the fairy lights barely lit up the area - instead relying on the moon and stars for lumination. The speaker started playing a song with acoustic guitar and trumpet playing together in harmony, the singer softly singing with the instruments. He gently grasped your waist and held your hand, starting to sway you back and forth. You gently laughed and began to dance with him.

“You know, they call me Mr. Dynamite,” he said, squiggling his eyebrows as he made eye contact with you. 

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” you asked him, grinning back at him. 

“For my dance moves,” he said as he dipped you, face coming dangerously close to yours. Your eyes widened as he leaned you back up, resuming the dancing you were doing previously. As the song went on, you both continued to spin and move to the beat of the song. It felt like the world was spinning slower. 

As the song came to a close, you pulled away from Wilbur, giving him a soft smile.

“We should get together another time,” you said, enjoying his company and the time you spent with him. 

“We can get to know each other over cherry wine,” he said, winking at you before pulling you into another dance. 

“Dance the night away

Baby, we could try to

Make the world spin slower

We could take our time and

Get to know each other over cherry wine”

:) 

[matchamorphosis]

𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚

。゜♡ ゜・♡ 。 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 | 📹 | 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 。♡・゜♡゜。

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || you and your dreamboy make a sex tape that’s worthy enough to claim a spot in The Louvre. ➳ TAPE ONE

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || hayden (harvard hottie) × [black//woc]fem!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || porn with plot, this is still porn tho so begone tots.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 4K ➳ 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 || @firefly-graphics

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw || oral (f + m receiving). handjob + slight blowjob. pussy riding. kinda sub!hayden + kinda dom!reader. dirty talk. listen reader is a teasing shit tormenting hayden cowgirl style. some crying. MINORS DNI

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || the louvre by lorde .

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || eeeeep!!! this is my first smut with harvard hottie and i’m so very excited to share it with you all! 🎞 it’s a bit self indulgent cause this concept with dreamboy has been on my mind for some time now although all are welcomed to read! enjoy reading! ly! 💗

pink moons resemble your dreamboy’s cheeks.

sweet as the stardust those fiendish winged angels above sprinkled in his honeycomb hair but coy as the blackholes in his milky Neptune pupils. swallowing orbiting planets, crescent moons and the striking galaxy that spilled from the chambers of your heart with each kiss he drunk greedily from your lips.

drinking and spilling, drinking and spilling.

creating harmonious chaos between your interlocked and almost bare bodies but not ruining anything- not interrupting the session of wandering hands and hungry lips. searching for something that can relieve this ache, because it seems that even the simple sense of touch made the atoms under your skins vibrate and burn like exploding stars.

all this action with unspoken virtue is in fact, getting caught live on the video camera that stands on the night stand besides Hayden’s- your dreamboy’s, bedside table. that boyish blush hot pink like the hello kitty charm hanging off the camera’s scope. swinging back and forth at the will of the Manhattan breeze of another summer nights rainstorm.

getting the scandalous and risqué close ups of Hayden’s large soft hands, so hesitant to slip off those tiny lace olive green panties that deliciously wrapped your hips and slicked cunt. rubbing and slightly grinding on his brick hard member that begs to be released from his black boxers.

the sweet music of your moans and his whimpers as the pitter patter of the sensual rain plays in the background. moonlight streaming through the dewdrop dripping glass of the French panels, chances of lightning brightening up the low lamp lit room while boisterous thunder helps arouse your actions further.

biting that ripe bottom lip, fresh and rosy like strawberries in the glowing warmth of spring. making those lips part in a gasp, feeling your own smirking before slipping your tongue and melting in the warmth of his mouth. still slightly ashamed but craving this attention, even with it’s normally obscure perks you certainly weren’t one to not give your all.

especially with someone as glorious and gorgeous as the boy who melts under your position. breaking off the kiss, you grab the video camera and the blush to your amusement deepens in its roseate pigment. aiming the camera to his sunkissed chest, your manicured hands glide through the freckles that speckle his biceps and abs. if you had all the time the universe possessed you would kiss each and everyone.

those divine copper constellations on his broad milky way skin, a sea of stars that found a way home to your heart.

biting back the need to do so, those talons for nails tenderly scratch the space between his pecs to the abdominal muscle. ravishing in his whimpers and pleads for you to touch him, kiss him, fuck him.

Hayden, oh sweet Hayden is still too flustered to ever consider he’d have a chance to do something like this- especially with someone he’s so close with.

you’re his friend.

even when you both are developing this faultless case of mutual obsession towards one another, it still didn’t feel right. those feelings are suppose to be kept locked in a chest buried deep in the ale of your ribs, but it’s another thing to remember that you both are contrived of the same emotions, desires, the same rib.

all these moments you both play in the dark, fluorescent and keen to all the events that have added up till now. perfuming this cloud of unspoken desire and admiration as you both drank in your movements and words- you both are crossing a line now.

before it was late night flirts as you both enjoyed the city lights, eating Harlem styled pizzas on the ancient steps of the metropolitan. before it was curious touches in the elevator of his apartment after you both drank your weight and laughed it off at one the bars. before it was just a dance, a game to just find a little pleasure to entertain the misery of your lonely lives after graduating Harvard.

you both know what you’re doing now, you both just don’t want to stop.

even though you’re his dear friend that has been with him through thick and thin, through soaring high and bellowing lows- he has secretly been dreaming of this exact moment.

with your hair beautifully falling in curly strands around your face as you grind on him. those glossy lips he has finally had the chance to feel against his own part when he graze your clothed cunt against his member. to feel the weight of your temple like body straddling his hips and doing whatever you wished with him.

maybe without the video camera... but that’s just one of the perks when he’s tangled with a wild card as a friend.

his sweet friend that he has been trying so so hard to keep at that but it was a magically way the universe plays match maker when it comes to loneliness. however that dreaded emotion doesn’t seem to present itself this rainy night, if anything he still feels his heart bursting and collapsing within itself when you kiss him harder.

sparking in streamers of birthday cake and disintegrating into raspberry confetti, a party for you both to enjoy just as the one you and him left. rather too earlier but there’s always a good enough excuse for you both to abandon those overrated galas that entertained the poor souls of the upper east side.

the excuse? loneliness.

the sickening emotion always seemed to invite itself in the crowds of carefree blood blues. with their charmingly vindictive smiles and sharp cruel eyes, but oh how they’d keep away knowing your speciality. how Hayden was suppose to keep away and not cross the golden boundary of friends and unspoken lovers but your dear friend is in desperate need of adventure and passion.

loneliness can do so so much to ones confidence in finding their own hidden desires and it was no secret that even when you and him were friends that he imagined you in this very position. on top of him with your lips pressed against his, despite you the special gift you have with being a heartbreaker...

a maneater of innocent hearts.

they called you so for a reason and Hayden out of all people should have taken that as a warning to back away but damn were you a teacup of candy floss rosé to his ideal and rather boring empty bottles of beer. so inviting and pleasing to the eyes and desire in the soft plump curves that showcased through that silk slip dress. which now lays on the polished flooring along with his button up and jeans.

“y/n?” his voice murmurs against your peachy lips, tasting fresh of saccharine apricot and lingering spearmint. attempting to mask the bitter sparkling champagne enveloped on your candy red tongues.

it’s sweet addicting poison and your heart can’t help but melt when his tongue laces with yours. the bitter citrus remands of your chapstick plastered on his lips for so long now.

you want more.

“shhh baby let me kiss you more,” you hush him with another kiss and Hayden obliges, because before you both know it after several hesitant lingers you helped assure we’re perfectly fine- your dreamboy finally has his hands fully contacted on your bare waist, still nervous and hesitant if he’s doing this right.

no no, that just won’t do.

properly angling the video camera back on the nightstand, giggling when he rises to kiss your neck and the peaks of your breasts. leaning into his large warm hands, they feel heavenly and sinful with each motion as they glide up and down your back. stopping abruptly before he could graze the strap of your bra, feeling his hands- his eyes fill to the brink asking for permission when the lace material come in contact with his fingertips.

it makes you smirk while you caress that panty dropping jaw. stroking your fingers around his chin before grasping it, leaning it up for him to look up at you and like the succubus people make out of you- you drink in the lust and the vulnerability that pours in tiny crystalline tears at the corner of his eyelids.

“Hayden will you be a dear and take this off?” you hum, moaning when those devious hands are removed from your body and his stance becomes attentive and aware. lifting his back away from the bed, looking up at you gesturing to the black lacy bra that cups your tits nicely. “its goodbye has been long overdue, don’t you think so dreamboy?”

dreamboy.

that pet name has him swallowing thickly along with those cloudless blue hues glazing over with admiration. even when he despised it at first, you’re reeling in his neediness while feasting on his body and heart. he won’t condemn you from doing so, as long as you’re gentle, he craves your gentleness as much as your eagerness.

Hayden nods his head in a rapid pace, those hands that have been on your hips glide up to your tits. he would be lying if he said that he hasn’t stolen looks at your cleavage from time to time or felt his swimming trunks tighten when you laid on the Hampton’s golden sands in those skimpy designer bikinis when you both settled in his beach house for memorable sweet summers away from Harvard.

now nothing is keeping those slender fingers from unlatching the metal clapse, radiating warmth skimming your skin. almost teasingly and you wonder if he’s doing it intentionally until your eyes catch the way he bites his bottom lip when the material parts. gliding the straps off easily but slowly until the bra falls on the floor and your tits fall, if you thought he was hard before he’s unbelievably hard now.

“now it’s time to take these off.” you perk while gesturing to your panties, snapping the material at the waistline. “they’re so uncomfortable and they’re getting in the way. I can’t make you feel good with these on, take them off for me Hayden. pretty please with cherries on top,” holding back a smirk you watch as he falls his head against the pillow as you keep rubbing your clothed folds against his cock.

blue hues trained to your tits then to your lips, hands kneading your hips and to your surprise he does grip your panties- then rips them.

the sound of the expansive fabric ripping fills the room and so does the gasp that follows as he throws the now useless scraps to the floor. slender fingers gliding through your wetness, teasing your hole with just the tip of his digits cause isn’t you to bite back a moan. keeping yourself from grinding yourself on his fingers, shocked at how bold he’s become you snap out of your dazed state.

with what you believed to be a somewhat choked sound coming from Hayden’s mouth you get off him but sit on the bed. his eyes drinking in your bare body and all it’s baked gloriousness with each bend of your limbs and sway to your assets. “d-did I do something wrong?”

you shake your head no, a mischievous smirk plastered on your face as you pose for the video camera. the screen faced to you so you can see how your tits pressed against each other and the low lighting making the shadows of your face deepen your most beautiful features.

confidence radiating you with each flutter of your bambi lashes you bat then innocently at your dream boy. taking in the lust clouding in his sky blue eyes along with the heavy pants that finish in stuttering cries. biting your bottom lip, you take the waistline of his boxers and dip your fingers underneath them. the coolness of your fingertips meet the hot skin of his crotch and any further would you outline his cock.

there Hayden thrusts his hips shamelessly to meet your touch and you giggle. “please y/n take them off! god please!” Hayden whimpers and just when you take his bulge in your hands you turns into a mumbling whimpering mess of mumbling y/n’s and emphasized pleases.

it’s music to your ears.

video camera in hand again, your excitement shows in the way your rubbing your knees together. sensual honey dripping sloppily from your cunt sticky and slick against your plush inner thighs but you wonder how his cum would taste. playing with your nipple with the other, watching Hayden’s eyes dash from the camera to your golden ring fingers twirling around the stiff bud.

those golden rings that glow in the low light that only his bedside lamp provides but he can still feel your hungry panther stare. “enjoying the view pretty boy?” that other nickname spoken numerous times but this time it isn’t filled with platonic playfulness, your hand pumping his cock proves so but he doesn’t roll his eyes in annoyance but rolls them back into his skull.

pulling those sweet sounds from him in his pleads, eyes focusing on you to your hand covered in rings glowing with each movement the light reflects. it’s so hypnotizing that Hayden doesn’t notice the fabric of his boxers gently scratching his crotch. freeing his thick cock, the video camera immediately focuses. analyzing every popping vein, the slickness of his balls and you swear you almost moan at the sight.

fuck that- you almost forgot to save whatever chaste that’s left of you because your eyes don’t stop drink this angel of yours up and down.

because Hayden is nothing at all like the hook ups and one night stands you were accustomed to. because Hayden might be the only person you’ll allow yourself to be this emotionally vulnerable with. because Hayden already has your heart and you need to make that clear by the end of tonight.

maybe prepare for it to break if he doesn’t want to accept it but you keep that dreaded heartache and your bitter tears bottled up.

this dreamboy had a charming smile to match his gorgeous face to match the perfection that was his cock. that thick cock bounced up and slapped against his abs you swear you almost came at the sight.

taking him in your hands again, you stroke his shaft. moving the camera to your sinful movements to the sin glazing in your dreamboy’s eyes like sunlight basking the morning sky. tears streaming beautifully down his rosy cheeks, resembling some oil painting you both probably saw at some art gallery but were too busy thinking about fucking each other.

“Hayden baby you got a pornstar cock. good thing we’re making a movie, it’s gonna leave all the rotten critics and stuck up snobs at The Louvre speechless.” you speak and there goes the hello kitty blush again reappearing on those sun-speckled peach cheeks.

“maybe we could even have it premier this.” you say and take his big dick in your hand with a good squeeze making him hiss. “people will talk about the moral of the message. the symbolism and what it stands for.” flashing him a cheeky wink before straddling him again.

drinking the sight of his rosy-dawned mushroom head dripping in dewdrops of white precum you can wait to lick and taste. coat your mauve painted lips in them and lick them off, memorize his taste and the feel of his cock against your swirled velvetly tongue. that can wait later though, right now you have to feel him inside you and so does he.

“they’ll hang us in The Louvre.” Hayden whispers, feeling the atoms under his skin vibrate with those spoken words. flashing your eyes to his you can see the eagerness practically rippling off him. “the back end probably but still.” he breaks into a few laughs and you purse your lips to keep yourself from laughing but can’t help but slip a few.

his cock still in hand, you crawl up to press your lips to his. sweet and soft, not rushed and carnal like before but it still leaves you both breathless. “it’s still The Louvre, still The Louvre with you.” you whisper into his mouth and he drinks it up. allows it to generously butter his mouth and allows that promise to carve permanently with the ease of your tongue.

it’s getting you both excited and just when things couldn’t get any better you’re surprised to find Hayden hips thrusting to receive just a fragment of your touch. wanting you to pump him with every last drop in him, every drop of cum on him for you. “please y/n- fuck please do something,” he wails when you position yourself over his standing, throbbing cock.

positioning your hands gently on his chest, you lower your hips so your honeyed pussy lips would kiss just the tip of his cocks crown. the result of so has his back arching and his hands gripping your hips, however you swat them away. earning an offended cry from him but it’s silenced when your hands dip into your pussy.

the heavenly sight of you touching yourself, following your fingers through your wetness is pure sun but fucking hell did it look like piety in its devoted form. eyes closed, those mascara lashes brushing softly against your bottom lids. cupid bow lips parted when you swirl them against your slippery pearl until you pull them away.

revealing your fingers glistening in your flowers nectar Hayden is patient for you to bring those fingers to his mouth. craving the taste of you just as you are of him but he’s get his wish granted and the dreamboy doesn’t know whether to submit further when you spread your slick against his lips or take control like he imagined. although all previous daydreams and thoughts don’t hold a single candle with you here with him.

looking godly as you pussy continues to tease his throbbing cock, finished applying your coat of fresh sin on his chaste lips. they glow a golden light and you wonder if that halo he carried so proudly is beginning to crack with rose thorns. “can you hold the video camera for me dreamboy? I can trust that you’ll get all the perfect angles of me riding your cock.”

the whisper flowing like starlight ink from your mouth to his, pressing your bare chest against his, leaning your warm face closer to his. to make yourselves seem at one with each other when the easiest and obvious solution is the way his cock brushes against your dripping cunt and ass.

“i’ll get them, all of them I promise. please just touch me, please I fucking need you it’s driving me crazy,” the answer causes honey like sensations to flow up and down your spine and knot at the pit of your belly.

you want to ruin him but you also want him to ruin all men for you. maybe you’ll get that wish but right now you need to feel him stretch your cunt and make it his. “don’t steal a taste without me.” you whisper against his earlobe before you turn around.

you can hear him whisper a affirmed I won’t, I promise and you can’t help but feel the merciless void in your beating heart fill up sweetly.

this angel was certainly the man of your dreams, and you make that certain to you both as you drop down on his cock. taking him all in you inch by thick inch, stretching your slightly sensitive walls but urging yourself to take more when Hayden’s moans get louder and louder.

plump ass faced towards him, eyes closed shut from the piling pleasure of your velvety pussy that feels like silk. it’s so intense but he welcomes it all but he reminds himself that he has to make you proud. the video camera is in his hands, he’ll take every ounce of pleasure angling the camera and zooming on your cunt swallowing him up.

biting his lip, cursing himself to not take a taste of your saturation you spread on his lips Hayden glances at the screen piece showing your peachy ass shaking just for him. bouncing up and down on his cock and at this point, to your amusement- Hayden isn’t keeping those sweet sounds to himself. it also seems you both are really enjoying this a bit too much but who the fuck cares?

sex is running in streams of shooting stars up and down your bloodstreams. it doesn’t keep you from creaming on his shaft when you slip out, rubbing him against the luscious curve of your ass as your dripping pussy rides his tightening balls. keeping a nasty rhythm pulling every sweet gravely hiss and groan you’ll replay nights after this.

“you like seeing my pussy painting your cock? you loving this angle dreamboy?” chest swelling when he squeezes your hip, relishing in his moans as your hands stroke his tightening balls.

“no,” he moans, and with that your heart stops beating and you slow your grinding. the sloppiness more intense then when you were riding him with every breath, looking over your shoulder down at him. locking that fearful stare with his hungry one.

“I want to see you- fuck! I-I need to see you taking me. please y/n sweetheart I need to see you.”

those hands go at it again, his warm knuckles grazing your spine so softly. a large open palm rubbing your back up and down as he pleads for you to turn around so he could see you. normally you would tease him further, ask him why and where he wants you but you’re craving to see him as you ride him till you both find your release.

turning around till your suddenly shy eyes meet his burning blues, your cunt laying on top of his throbbing hard cock. leaning down so you could lay your hands on his chest, back arched as you rock against him. the lewd music of your interlocked bodies sounding off as the rainstorm gets more and more vigorous.

plays nothing but a voice of encouragement as you rasp your fingers against the broadness of his shoulders. hips rotating to find your high, flashes of lightning light your winged eyes and it’s then did Hayden catch it as you locked sight on the camera. misty blue hues behind it giving you the sweetest praises and affirmations as he takes his cock in his hands.

motioning the video camera as well as his free hand to caresses the side of your your face, to feel the plushness of your perfect tits, graze the softness of your belly then rest inbetween your soaked thighs. capture the video angle of him aligning his throbbing cock up so you can sink down on him because he seriously cannot take anymore of your folds brushing up against him.

with that internal plea and those puppy dog eyes you take him in you, mouth parting at the delicious stretch and savoring the loud and shameless groans coming from the dreams house mouth. swallowing his dick whole in your cunt, squeezing around him till he’s crying those starlight tears that normally leave you heartbroken but you just wanna see more.

it’s making your ego rise that you’re making him cry cause your fucking him so good but it leaves him laughing when you’d say that thought aloud. “fuck me baby, fucking use me please. I wanna you to see me break and I want to see you break please.”

a gleaming smile graces your face, white teeth glimmering in the dark room but he just watches you ride his cock for all he’s worth. maneuvering the camera to catch your tits bounce up and down, flexing his bicep while his free hands slaps your right tit. brushing the peak of your nipples with his thumb, causing you to bring your bottom lip home in between your teeth. the thickness of his cock spreading and hitting all the right spaces many men before had failed to reach.

tweaking the nipple some more before slapping the tit and taking his attention towards the other, desperate for the same attention. as much as he was a sucker to let you have all the control he’s growing a major liking to seeing you crumble at just his touch. whining and letting out those peachy sounds that just make his hips piston into your cunt some more. it leaves you crying out.

tears glazing your eyes on how good he feels, how he’s making you feel.

it’s too much for you and you feel yourself reaching for the stars. body already ascending to Venus, the orbit of the planets surrounding you as you feel yourself getting closer and closer bouncing up and down on Hayden’s cock. “i’m gonna come baby, are you gonna come to? you want my cum to cream around your dick? you want that dreamboy?”

“yes! fuckyes! please give it to me baby please!” that’s spoken with another pump of your hips crashing his and that’s when the chain snaps.

seeing the milky coppers of Jupiter’s and all the sparkling rings of Saturn the fire that was burning in the pit of your belly extinguishes when you begin to comprehend the thickness of both your essences coating your interlocked thighs.

it’s a sight Hayden catches with all eyes on the video camera and he swears you never looked any more beautiful then right now as you come done down from your high. never looked any prettier when your walls still squeeze around his now softening cock, he think he might burst but he needs to show you that you guys are meant to be.

the both of you are meant to live indefinitely, infinitely, and immortally together.

maybe this love won’t be understood in the critically acclaimed museum of The Louvre but together in this little universe you both created. where your love is the sun and his is the planets, the stars and the moons that center around. catering for each other how all galaxies operate and maintain for millennia.

you don’t want to admit that he fucked you good enough that you’re seconds away from saying I love you. hating to admit that you’re yearning to speak those words but it seems those words die in your throat as you collapse on top of him. naked chest rubbing against his, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

noticing the video camera is positioned on the side table, the green light is turned off. both his arms free to wrap your body around, hands rubbing up and down your chest as he kisses your temple. trying to slip out of you, worried that you might be uncomfortable you whine for him to stay inside you.

“Hayden?” you whisper against the skin of his neck speckled with lovebites and lipstick stains from the divine assault of your cupid bows. fingers gliding through his honeycomb hair, nails occasionally scratching against his scalp that leaves him purring.

“yes y/n?” he whispers while rasping you impossibly closer to him. those beautiful blues closed, completely blissed out from the showering of your lips pressing a trail from his neck to his cheeks. the craft of your fingers doing their magnetic magic just by playing with his hair.

pulling away from his neck, your fingers glide through his golden traces to sit up, to see him open his eyes to welcome yours. hovering over his face till the breath that escapes your mouth brushes against his, you kiss him. finally tasting your sweet tang you spreader on his lips, holding you face in place you begin to pull away once again.

leaving a sour frown on your dreamboy’s handsome face, wanting to lick your lips to remember the taste of you. a need that needs to be nourished but right now he has to cater to you.

he has to cater to his muse, his universe, his entirety.

“what if they don’t hang us in The Louvre?” you mellow, this whole joke between the two of you about The Louvre has been a simpler way to express the hidden feelings between the two of you.

these series of events were made clear to now confront this portrait of pretty lies and hidden admiration. it seems that you’re just looking for a sense of clarity, of peace to ease your heart because you want Hayden. with all your heart no matter how many nights you tried to compress that feeling down you want him as yours and you to be his.

seems like everything that’s spiraling in your head in inks of nebulas is painted clearly. all he does is pull your face closer to his, presses your lips to his till you find the answer to your own unspoken questions.

“then I guess we’re gonna have to open our own art gallery sweetheart. one where only you and me fill the niche with our art.” he whispers against your mouth, tongue melting with yours until your putty in his arms.

“would you like that for us starlit?” Hayden whispers, a timid and nervous tone in his voice worried that you may reject but it clears when he sees your smile.

that starlight smile you shine that burns and shines brighter than any twinkling stars that dot the now vivid Manhattan skies. just as brave to as you cup his face and smash your lips against his, sweetly as you both seem to recklessly and not withholding your wide smiles.

“I would love that for us,”

it would be later on in the morning that you both wake up together and eat breakfast that you address the video camera. of course you will play the tape later on when you both settle with some popcorn and condoms but let’s just say with your enthusiasm and a talk together about kinks as a newfound couple it would be very soon that you guys make another tape.

this time you’ll both remember to smile for the video camera as you fuck each other’s brains out.

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Vivo x Reader: Despacito

(I haven't seen a lot of these, or if any yet, so I thought I'd be the first. I love the movie and Vivo is one of my favorite characters! Also, you are a kinkajou in this one shot, just so you know. Anywho, enjoy the story!)

You lived with a nice couple in the small community of Key West, Florida. On some days, you would be out in the backyard, listening to the radio, the music blaring somewhat loud. Whenever you hear your favorite song come on, you couldn't help but dance along to the music. This was one of those days. You were out in the backyard, just tidying things up a bit. The radio was playing in the background, and one of your favorite songs Despacito started playing (if that's not your favorite song, then imagine it being something else). You closed your eyes, listening to the guitars and people singing harmoniously. You couldn't help but instinctively tap your feet to the beat of the music, even humming along to the lyrics. Then, after a little bit, you were lost in your own world, your mind and body in like a trance. Completely unknown to you, another kinkajou was watching you, transfixed by your grace and beauty.

Vivo was walking through the sidewalk, making his way to your place. He was straightening his hat and his scarf. "Okay, you got this, Vivo. Just go up to her and tell her how you feel" he muttered to himself, trying to muster the courage within himself. You see, ever since he first saw you, it was love at first sight. He thought you were beautiful, kind, amazing and selfless. You two instantly connected when you first started to hang out. You had a lot in common, whether it was about music, dancing, your lives and your favorite hobbies. This has been going on for a few months, and today, today would be the day that he finally will have the guts to tell you his feelings, to tell you that he loves you.

Vivo just got to your house when he heard music playing on the radio in the backyard. Through the gaps of the fence, he can see your figure dancing with the song. He climbed up the fence so he can get a better look. The moment he got to the top, he sees you dancing in perfect rhythm. He watches on, totally memorized by your beauty and grace. Vivo couldn't stop his legs from walking over towards you. It was like he was in a trance, a trance that couldn't be broken (not that he wanted it broken anywho). You were lost in your own world, that you didn't see yourself bump into a furry chest. You look up, your trance long gone, and see Vivo standing before you, holding onto you to make sure you don't fall. Your eyes meet in a surprised but loving gaze, his brown eyes meeting your e/c ones. Vivo extends his paw out to you, silently asking to continue this dance. You stood there silently, your face a blushing mess. After a brief moment, you lightly grasp his paw into yours, accepting his silent offer. Vivo places his other paw on your waist, while you place yours on his shoulder. Then, at the next moment, you two started to move to the beat as one.

You and Vivo moved in perfect harmony. From moving your feet to twirling, from spinning to sidestepping, you two didn't miss a single step. Also, you guys couldn't seem to keep your eyes off each other, both of you having loving expressions on your faces. It was as if you were entranced with each other's gazes. You danced for the entirety of the song. At the last remaining minutes, Vivo twirls you around for a bit, bringing you back to his chest and softly dipping you once more. You look up at him, still keeping the same expression, along with a soft smile. Vivo does the same, his eyes never leaving yours. He brings you back on your feet as the song ended at that moment. "Nice to see you too, Vivo" you said to him, making him snicker slightly. "I'm still amazed of how great of a dancer you are" you said, rubbing your arm shyly. "Yea, well, you're a pretty great dancer yourself" he said, rubbing his neck a little. That comment made you blush, your face now red as a tomato. You both were silent, not really sure what to say next. 'Come on Vivo, don't get cold feet now' the male kinkajou thought. "I should, um, should probably head back inside" you said, making your way to the backdoor. Vivo tried to speak, but he couldn't seem to find his voice. 'What are you doing? Wake up, you fool!' he thought. "Uh, y/n wait!" he said. You stopped in your tracks, giving your full attention to him. Vivo took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what he's gonna say next.

"Y/n, I'm not sure how words can describe what I'm gonna say. You're an amazing, caring and fantastic being. Back in Cuba, I've never felt these feelings before, but when I'm here, with you, my heart just beats a million miles per hour. I love when we hang around, talk about our interests, music, I just love being around you. What I'm trying to say is that I...I love you, y/n" he confessed, pouring his heart out in each and every word. You, however, were at a loss for words. Yes, you too had feelings for the singing kinkajou, but you never thought he would feel the same way. "Vivo, I...I don't what to say" you said, after a moment of silence. "Anything you wish, though if you don't feel the same way, I'll totally understand" Vivo said, his voice almost lowering at that last part. Pushing away your nervousness, you said to him "well, actually, to tell you the truth, I love you as well. I just wasn't sure if you felt the same" you said to him.

Vivo's eyes widen as he hears your confession. He feels some relief, but he was mostly overjoyed that the girl he's been in love with loves him in return. Then, you walk up to him and place a light kiss on his cheek. Vivo tenses up, but then gives a lovestruck look as he watches you walk back into your house. "I'll see you tomorrow, mi amor" you said, blowing a kiss in his direction. "Yea, see ya then" he replied. With that being said, you gave a kind smile and went inside, leaving the lovesick kinkajou just standing there, a goofy grin on his face. He lets out a loving sigh, almost feeling a little faint. "This has just been the best night of my life" he said, as he makes his way back home, the smile still on his face, his paw lightly touching his cheek where you kissed. One thing's for sure, he'll surely sleep very well tonight.

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Like You Could Love Me

So...the Angry Flower Squad was making me SO soft over gifs and @mamirugbee wanted porch fluff with kissing and I remembered that @thedeathdeelers and @missjoolee liked my idea of using this post as a Juke prompt and here we are. I wrote this from 12-2am so it’s quite possibly incoherent and I’m not checking for mistakes until tomorrow so take it for what it is, a late night labor of love. Enjoy! 💜

Julie hadn’t slept for almost 48 hours. 

Her school was hosting a Los Feliz High After Dark event for the lower grades who didn’t get to attend prom. It was pitched as being just as exciting as the dance but in practice was known to be little more than a glorified sleepover in the school gym with PTA members for chaperones. Flynn had been determined that that year would be different, and had talked Julie into joining her on the planning committee. 

The good news was that Flynn had a real flair for party planning and decorating when she was actually invested (see the difference between the dance they tried to forget and the way she had helped Julie’s dad throw together an epic garage party in less than 24 hours). So by the time Julie and Flynn and the other volunteers were done the gym was fully immersed in a carnival theme full of cute booths filled with potential activities and cute backgrounds to take pictures in front of. It was definitely an improvement over the year before which had been an under the sea theme which had consisted mostly of a few blue streamers and Mr. Weaver walking around in an inflatable Nemo costume. 

The bad news was that it had taken a lot longer than they had anticipated and they hadn’t fallen into bed the night before the event until close to 2am. Julie hadn’t been able to sleep even after she slipped into bed next to Flynn and heard her best friend start making the small whistling noises that indicated she was out cold. Julie had been kept up with thoughts of what her bandmates were up to without her and if they had lingered a little longer on what Luke in particular was doing right then, well that wasn’t that surprising. 

She loved Alex and Reggie but neither of them had attempted to hold her hand and remarked on their “interesting little relationship” or suddenly developed the ability to touch her and instinctively joined her in reaching out to gently cradle the other’s face. 

No, Luke was different, not that she wanted to say that in front of him unless she was sure he felt the same overwhelming feelings she did Oddly enough she was much more concerned about the possibility that he didn’t than she was about the fact that he was still..well, a ghost. It wasn’t that she was unaware that his ghostly status could lead to heartache for her later on, of course she was. It just didn’t seem so important suddenly. After what had happened with her mom, what had almost happened with the guys only a couple of months ago...anything could happen at any time. Tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed anyway so why deny herself happiness now if she could have it? If she could have it. Because that was still the question. 

Because Luke obviously liked her but did he like her? That sounded so juvenile but to call it anything else...well, that was really scary. Evil ghosts and the looming possibility of their return had nothing on the insecurity that came with not knowing exactly how the boy you lo...liked felt about you. 

So Julie didn’t get much sleep that night, Flynn’s alarm seeming to go off only moments after she finally drifted off. She had dragged through school that day, trying to match Flynn’s excitement for the night’s upcoming festivities though her own enthusiasm had quickly drained out of her altogether along with her energy. In the end it had been as fun a night as it could be with Julie spending most of it in a semi-exhausted haze. She and Flynn had played some of the games they had set up, and danced to the music they both agreed would have been better if it had been either DJ’d by Flynn or performed by Julie’s band, and when Carrie had sneered something about how tacky the theme was even that had been half hearted and without any real bite. 

So it was a pretty good night all things considered and Julie was in a good mood despite her complete exhaustion by the time Flynn’s mom dropped her off early the next morning. Ok, so maybe part of her good mood was actually because of her exhausted state by that point as she found herself feeling giddy and her mind had gone sort of pleasantly fuzzy. That was her excuse for how she found herself half-skipping up the path towards her front door, singing to herself. 

We create...perfect harmony 

“Somebody had a good time.” 

Julie’s head snapped up to take in the figure of the boy who leaned against the pillar of the porch in front of her, a small smile bordering on a smirk tugging at his lips. 

Luke.

What was he doing there? 

Was he waiting for her?

She had to play it cool. 

She had to be normal. 

She had to not give away all the feelings that had been swirling around inside of her for the last couple of months since they first gained the ability to touch each other whenever they wanted and promptly both became too awkward to touch each other at all. 

She had to…

“I missed you,” She blurted. 

One of Julie’s hands flew up to cover her mouth as she took the last few steps up onto the porch, trying and failing to ignore the way Luke’s eyes widened even as that vaguely infuriating smirk grew larger. 

“I didn’t mean that,” She insisted once her hand had dropped back to her side. “I mean...I didn’t not mean it but...I just meant it would have been fun if you could have come. Any of you. All of you. Um...yeah.” 

Luke let her dig herself deeper, waiting until her stream of words had come to a complete stop. When they finally dried up he pushed off of the pillar with one of his signature little bounces, letting his momentum carry him to within a step of where she stood awkwardly on the porch. 

“Did someone spike the punch at this dance?” He asked her, amusement clear in his tone. 

Julie shook her head a little too fiercely, indignant despite the fact that she couldn’t exactly blame him for suspecting that she was drunk. 

She felt a little drunk. 

Not that she knew what it was like to be drunk but she was pretty sure it was similar to this. 

Not the point. 

“It wasn’t a dance it was a school sanctioned slumber party,” She corrected, focusing all of her energy on not slurring her words or otherwise embarrassing herself. “And nobody spiked anything. And actually nobody drinks punch anymore. Just so you know.” 

Luke held up both hands as though he were surrendering but that smirk of his was impossible to deny at this point, a fact that both made Julie incredibly irritated and simultaneously fighting the urge to lean up and kiss it right off his stupid face. 

Ok, that was not helpful. 

“Not a dance, no punch. Got it,” Luke said, his voice just soft enough to keep her annoyance more or less at bay. 

“Why are you out here anyway?” 

Julie hadn’t meant to ask that but it felt like any filter her brain generally had was long gone at this point. 

Luke tilted his head slightly and reached up to scratch at the back of his neck. 

“Oh, you know, just taking in the view.” 

Julie frowned skeptically. 

“Taking in the view?”

“Yeah,” Luke said, gesturing out at the plant filled yard. “Just communing with nature you know? Honestly, I forgot you were even out last night.” 

“Oh.” 

Julie dipped her head a little so she didn’t have to look directly at Luke as disappointment rushed through her. She was pretty sure she was too tired to keep the evidence of that emotion from being completely visible. She was so frustrated with herself for caring at all. He wasn’t her boyfriend after all. Why would be be waiting for her?

“Julie.” 

She reluctantly raised her head to meet Luke’s gaze which was fixed insistently on her. His smirk had fallen away leaving behind a look at once more open and somehow harder to read at the same time. 

“I’m kidding,” He told her as he took a half-step closer to her, so close that she had to tilt her head up further to maintain eye contact. “I was waiting for you.” 

“Oh,” She said again, very aware that she seemed to have lost the ability to say anything else. 

She reached deep down inside and mustered up the strength to pull out one further word. 

“Why?” 

His eyes somehow managed to soften even more and his voice was oddly breathy when he answered. 

“Because I missed you too.” 

And Julie knew that the most prudent thing to do was tuck that phrase away as something warm, and happy and precious to examine more closely when she had slept and had the mental prowess to actually determine what it meant for their interesting little relationship. 

She knew that. 

But she was exhausted not only from lack of sleep but from months spent questioning where they stood. She was happy to hear him say that he had missed her, of course she was. But she also found herself feeling strangely...angry. 

How dare he look at her with those big soft eyes and stare at her like that if he wasn’t ever planning on actually putting her out of her misery by telling her how he felt or didn’t feel?

“I wish you wouldn’t look at me like that,” The words burst out of her without her permission. 

Luke was clearly taken aback by her words, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead. 

“Like what?” 

“I don’t know,’ She hesitated, just enough awareness seeping back in to make her realize what a truly stupid thing she was about to say. “Like you could love me.” 

She watched as a whole range of emotions rushed over his face too quickly for her to decipher exactly what all of them were. 

“Julie…” 

“Forget I said anything,” Julie interrupted, turning towards the front door with every intention to flee the situation. “I’m just really tired.” 

“Julie!” 

He said her name more forcefully that time and she froze. She didn’t turn back to face him though, the pounding in her chest and the heat spreading across her face giving her all the incentive she needed to keep her head facing away. 

Luke wasn’t having any of that though. 

He reached out to gently tug her back towards him, one hand settling on her cheek while the other rested on her waist. 

If she hadn’t been blushing before she certainly was now. 

“Do you not want me to look at you like that because...because you don’t feel the same?” 

Luke’s voice shook a little as he gave voice to that question, his thumb seeming to stroke across her cheek without his permission. 

Julie was reeling, everything feeling surreal and dreamlike anyway because of her lack of sleep but when combined with Luke’s gentle actions it felt more and more unreal. She couldn’t help but remember the last time he had touched her face, how they had clutched at each other thinking it was the only chance they would ever have. Now they had new chances every day and they had been wasting them. 

Why had they been wasting them?

“Wait...feel the same as what? Feel the same as who?” She asked as her brain finally caught up with what he had actually said. 

He visibly swallowed and she took some comfort in the fact that apparently he was nervous too. 

“The same as I feel,” He paused. “About you. I...I love you, Julie. And if that makes you uncomfortable I never have to say it again, ok? But it’s how I feel and I just wanted to say it. Once or whatever.” 

“But…” Julie felt a giggle rising up inside of her as exhaustion and the pure absurdity of the moment settled in. “But I love you too.” 

Luke’s thumb froze on her face as his eyes lit up with something close to hope. 

“You do?” 

Julie nodded, the giggle finally bursting out of her only to be met with a grin from Luke so radiant she wished she could capture it in a photo to look at later. 

“You love me,” Luke said again as though he needed to confirm beyond any shadow of doubt. 

“I love you,” Julie repeated agreeably. “And you love me?” 

Luke nodded, bouncing a little on his heels as he somehow managed to step even more into her space. 

“I love you.” 

“Well…” Julie sighed happily. “Well, that’s great then.” 

Luke let out a bark of laughter that probably would have been loud enough to bring her dad to the porch if anyone but her had been able to hear it. 

Before she had time to remark on how obnoxiously loud he could be he was crowding her back until she bumped into the pillar he had been leaning against when she got home. The moment her back made contact with its firm surface he was bringing his other hand up until he was cupping both of her cheeks. She barely had time to adjust to that very much welcome sensation before he was lowering his head and aligning his lips with hers, pressing them together in a chaste peck that was still enough to send her heart racing. He started to pull back as if to gauge her reaction but she was having none of that. She had been waiting for this for so long and as previously established she had absolutely none of her usual ability to deny herself what she wanted. 

And what she wanted was her hands on Luke Patterson right then. 

She reached up and latched one hand on the back of his neck and the other threaded deep into his hair giving it a little tug just because she could. She had been wanting to touch him so badly ever since that night in the garage when she’d almost lost him and she’d been wanting to touch his dumb, messy hair ever since “I’m Luke by the way”. So she did. 

He let out a little pleased sound that was cut off when she stretched up to press her mouth back to his, this time with twice as much force and no intention of separating anytime soon. To his credit he took the hint pretty fast, his hands dropping from her face to wrap around her waist tugging her body to press against his as he moved his lips insistently against hers. And wow...that was something, the sensation of almost all of her pressed up against almost all of him. 

He wasn’t warm, not exactly, but he wasn’t cold either like she had feared he would be. It was more like his body was mirroring back exactly her own temperature, leaving it hard to determine where one of them began and the other ended when her eyes were closed as they currently were. 

Or maybe that was just them. 

Maybe it was like that quote she always saw floating around online about souls being made of the same stuff. 

When she was well rested and thinking rationally she had always rolled her eyes a bit at stuff like that but now...she was beginning to see the appeal. 

Julie massaged absentmindedly at the back of his neck as she drew his lower lip into her mouth, the sound he made in response enough to have her pulling back with a giggle. 

“Come back here,” He mumbled, his lips chasing hers even as she turned her face away leaving him to press soft, wet kisses to her cheek. 

“Now you sound drunk,” She told him, turning back to face him and looping both arms around his shoulders. “My dad will be up soon and I have no idea how I’d explain...this...when he can’t even see you.” 

Luke groaned as he leaned down to rest his forehead against hers. 

“You’re right.” 

“I’m right,” Julie echoed. 

It was true but that didn’t mean she was happy about it. 

They stayed like that for another minute or so, just enjoying being this close to each other with nothing to hide. They might have stayed like that longer but Julie suddenly let out a yawn she couldn’t contain directly into Luke’s face. 

Luke pulled back sharply but the soft smile that seemed to always be reserved just for her remained in place. 

“You need to get some sleep,” He told her firmly. 

She wanted to argue but all that came out was another yawn. 

Ok, so there was no arguing with that. 

“Goodnight,” She told him, suddenly feeling shy as she backed towards the front door wanting to keep him in her sight just a little longer. 

Luke gestured around them to the soft light spilling around her yard. 

“Good morning,” He corrected with a grin. 

Never one to let him have the last word, certainly not when she was too tired to be embarrassed, Julie leapt forward to press one final lingering kiss on his lips, retreating before he could do more than return the pressure.

Julie backed towards the front door, the grin now firmly on her face and a rather dumbstruck one adorning his. 

“Band practice later,” She reminded him. “Don’t be late.” 

Then she slipped into the house and up to her bed, incredibly tired and pretty sure of exactly  what she would be dreaming of. 

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Amoreena | Chapter Nine

chapter nine

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: date night!! this is very fluffy, very emotional and extremely horny. edgar allan poe is rolling in his grave at what they did in his enchanted garden

exhibitionism, public sex (no ones there tho), drug mentions at the end (let me know if I should tag anything else!!!!)

word count: 5.4k

from the beginning <3

He spent all of Thursday afternoon with Penelope in Richmond, setting up for his date that night.

Stringing lights on the trees, mowing the grass and trimming the flowers back, the staff ensuring that the museum was in pristine condition for them tonight, it was perfect. The cats were brushed, there were rose petals the fountain and the most beautiful picnic set up in the garden.

Penelope packed their dinner for them, keeping it in the museum fridge for when they finally arrived, it was the only thing Spencer needed to remember.

Y/N: just got home, about to get ready! Can’t wait to see you at 6 ♥︎

Spencer smiled at his phone, about to text her back when Penelope laid a hand on his back, “change into your suit and head back to her, traffic might be bad?”

“Thank you, for everything. You’ve always been my best friend, more of big sister actually,” Spencer pressed his lips together tightly as to not get emotional. “You’re wonderful Penelope, thank you.”

“Awe!” She swooned, wrapping him up in a big hug. “I will always love you, Spencer, you deserve all of this and so, so much more, now go before I cry.”

He laughed, pulling back, hand lingering on her shoulder as he walked into the museum. They let him change in the backroom, it felt incredibly strange to be putting on a suit inside Edgar Allan Poe's house to go pick up his wife. Not too long ago he dreamed about bringing a girlfriend here someday, life was moving too quickly, he needed a breather.

He kept his suit jacket folded and on the passenger seat as he drove home, where he lived with his family. Even just thinking that as he paid attention to the road made him smile. The wind hitting his face, his hair blowing in the breeze, he felt free at last.

He was where he was supposed to be, all roads lead to here.

Travelling up her driveway with a smile on his face as the dust followed him to her doorstep. She was waiting in a red dress on the porch, Amoreena and her nanny eating pizza on the steps as they waited for him.

Stepping out of his car, he straightened his tie and pulled his pants up more, looking at his wife like she was a star plucked from the sky, landing in this Virginia field for him.

She stood then, her satin dress flowing and exposing a leg as she walked down the steps to him, “Is this what you wanted?” She twirled in front of him to show it all off, her hair getting stuck in her lipstick and making her laugh.

“I love you,” is all he can say as she leaning in with a wide grin, surpassing the smile to kiss him gently, using her thumb to get all the lipstick off his bottom lip and chin.

“Love you too, cutie,” she winked, taking his hand and turning back towards Amoreena, “listen to Nanny, remember we love you and we will see you no earlier than 7:30 tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes ma’am!” She saluted, mouth full of pizza.

“And what are the new rules about coming into our bed in the morning?”

“Knock first, wait till you respond, don’t come in unless you say it’s okay,” Amoreena replied, sticking her tongue out at her as she remembered it all.

“Smartie pants,” Y/N smiled at her, “come give us a hug, don’t get pizza on my dress, please.”

Amoreena wiped her sleeve over her mouth before running into her mother's open arms, they shared goodbye kisses before it was Spencer’s turn. She held him so tight it felt wonderful, “goodnight Lovey, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, have the best sleep ever for me?”

“I’ll see you in dreamland,” she replied, kissing his cheek gently before she pulled back.

“Have fun!” Nanny called from the porch as Amoreena skipped back to her.

“We will,” Spencer replied, taking Y/N’s hand and leading her to the passenger side, he opened her door and helped her inside, insuring her dress was inside before closing the door.

Jogging back to his door, he got in and put on his seatbelt. He threw the car in reverse and turned around by the barn, heading down the driveway, not saying a single thing as Y/N stared at him.

“You’re really not going to tell me anything?” She shook her head, licking her lip before biting it as she huffed.

“We’re going to Richmond, Virginia, to read,” he gave her one hint.

“Hmm,” she smiled, “I’m sure you won't tell me the title, so Mr. I can remember every book ever, what’s a random line in it?”

“You’re smart,” he teased her, “but for the brilliant green of the huge leaves that spread from their summits in long, tremulous lines, dallying with the Zephyrs—”

“We’re going to the Edgar Allan Poe Museum!” She cut him off with a cheer.

He slows down on the barren dirt road, mouth wide open as she got it right, he turns to her as they come to a complete stop, “how the heck did you get that?”

“Yes!” she laughed, tossing her head back as she clapped and kicked her feet a little, so proud of herself, “I’m a librarian, Spencer! Did you think I wouldn’t know Eleonora?”

“That’s the most random sentence in the whole poem?” Spencer was shocked, she recalled it faster than he thought he would be able to if she read a line to him.

“My brother’s first motorcycle was a Zephyr,” she smiled at him, raising her eyebrows. “My brain is kinda like a filing cabinet, if you give me a word I can remember everything I’ve ever heard with that word included.”

He started to drive again, shaking his head as he paid attention to the road but still astounded by how amazing she is. “Amoreena gets that from you then, she could have both our eidetic memories together, that would be very interesting to see.”

“Eidetic memory?” She questioned.

“It’s what most people call photographic memory,” Spencer explained. “You can remember everything you hear which is why you and Amoreena are able to recall songs, books and movie facts so fast, while I can read back to you anything I’ve read without having to see it again, it’s forever in my mind.”

“So we’re both geniuses, cool,” Y/N smiled at him again, “sorry I ruined your surprise.”

“You just know where we’re going,” he reminded her, laying his hand on hers, interlocking their fingers as he drove.

They had an hour alone before the real date started.

So she showed him all of her favourite songs, including some of Amoreena’s playlists so he could get familiar with them before their trip to Rhode Island. Her voice was impeccable, she knew all the words and harmonies, often opting to cove background voices he wouldn’t have even known were there if it wasn’t for her.

She loved music in a way that intrigued him, she enjoyed music with a story. Much like the reason she loved books so much, she enjoyed picturing the happy places in her mind that the songs were able to take her to, they filled her with glee and hope as she sang to her heart's content. Taking short breaks to explain the meanings of songs, to recite the best lyrics and why the songs are close to her heart.

“Do you want to hear the song that reminds me the most of you?” She asked between songs, pausing so that nothing else would start.

“Sure,” he blushed, nervous for what it could be and how she imagined him in her mind, hoping he could live up to it.

“I'm perfectly fine I live on my own, I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone. We met a few weeks ago, now you try on callin' me, baby, like tryin' on clothes,”

She stares at him with a beautiful smile as she waits to see his reaction to the opening, finally singing when the beat drops, dancing softly in her seat as she belted the words out to him.

“So prove to me I'm your American Queen, and you move to me like I'm a Motown beat, and we rule the kingdom inside my room,” She brushed her hand across his jaw, teasing him as the words flow from her lips to his ears, she loves him and he can feel it with every syllable.

“And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for, King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa! And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa,” she sings so softly, with a purpose, turning it down a little so that he can talk to her.

“I love you,” he reminded her, “so much it hurts sometimes.”

“It’s like your heartstrings are tugging on each other, right?” She agreed, “like they want to jump out of our chests and run to each other.”

He nodded with a soft smile, reaching for her hand again holding it as he brought it to his mouth for a kiss, “queen of my heart.”

“Hmmm,” she thought over his words, “I’m pretty content with being princess still, Lady Amoreena is in line for the thrown, it’s part of her namesake after all.”

“Does the kingdom have a name?”

“You know the Elton John song Goodbye Yellow Brick Road?” She waited for his nod, “my grandma called it Ozellous so it’s like wizard of Oz but I added the 'ellous' because people always said they were jealous of our farm.”

He’s trying his best to keep his eyes on the road when all he want’s to do is look at her smile, to see her pupil change as she recalls the loving memory, it’s his favourite thing to do. Better than any movie or play, seeing her face was better than looking at the most expensive art piece. He was so in love with all of her.

“Were you like Amoreena as a kid?”

“Oh yeah,” she laughed, “bullied hardcore for it too, kids always told me to shut up cause I’d add facts to conversations I wasn’t a part of.”

“I would have loved to listen,” Spencer replied softly, knowing the feeling all too well.

They were only a few minutes away now, turning into the small town and passing quaint little homes and cottages. “Amoreena would love this drive, these are some interesting townspeople homes for her imagination, we should come back sometime this summer.”

His heart was going to actually explode, she was everything he never knew he needed.

“I’d love that,” he added as they pulled into the museum. “I’m a museum member and I’m a patron, so sometimes I donate rare pieces I find, they love me here.”

Her mouth opened to speak, but her eyes got caught on the twinkling lights in the distance, mesmerized by everything. Old cobblestone streets, brick buildings and wooden gates, it was straight out of the 1800s and absolutely fantastical.

“And it’s all ours for the night,” he put the car in park and turned to her, “wait here?”

She nodded, speechless as she continued to look out the window at everything. Spencer got out of the car, opening the back seat to grab and put on his jacket, straighten out his suit before opening her door and extending a hand to help her out.

“Princess,” he extended his arm for her to tuck her own under, he closed her door and escorted her through the gate and towards the garden.

The sun was just starting to set, 7 pm in early June being the most beautiful time of year in rural Virginia, the sky was a perfect purple as he leads her through the stone arches towards the picnic.

Her eyes sparkled with all the lights, wide and pupils blown as she took it all in. It was a fairytale, she was in a princess dress, he was the king of her heart and this was just the beginning of happily ever after.

“Spencer, whatever your middle name is, Reid,” she gasped, swatting his arm lightly with a smile growing on her face.

“It’s Walter,” he smiled right back.

He let go of her hand then and walked over to a table, turning on the record player and dropping the needle in the right spot. He did his research into some Taylor Swift songs, finding one that reminded him the most of Y/N and how much he loved her.

“May I have this dance?” He asks as she notices the all too familiar guitar strumming.

He reaches a hand out for her, pulling her in as she takes it, “I was so so lost before I found you in the park,” he explains the first verse, barely a whisper beside her ear as they start to sway.

There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place Walls of insincerity Shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face

“All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you,” he whispers once more, feeling the goosebumps bursting on her bare arms.

He spun her around, extending both their arms as she twirled out and then back into his embrace again with a giggle. She swayed back and forth, dancing with him like the night they got married in her field.

Your eyes whispered "have we met?" Across the room your silhouette starts to make it's way to me The playful conversation starts Counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy

“And it was enchanting to meet you, All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you,” he sings them this time, spinning her out again as the chorus hits, her eyes widening as she began to smile wider than he’s ever seen before.

They sang the words together as they danced, smiling and laughing as they moved around the cobblestone. Finding a rhythm so perfect, so them, it was silly and not on beat in the slightest, mostly spinning, it was a spinning song if the album cover was any indication.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you!

“The lingering question kept me up, Two a.m., who do you love? I wonder till I'm wide awake! Now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door, I'd open up and you would say, hey! It was enchanting to meet you, all I know is I was enchanted to meet you,” Y/N’s voice softer than ever as she sang her anxieties into his ear, remembering the day at the museum where she wondered if she could have him all to herself.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you

Spinning around in circles she leaves his grasp, dress circling in the wind and he watches her. She takes both his hands and spins around with him in a tight circle before pulling back in, their chests bumping as they laughed, happier than he’s ever been in his entire life, and she’s made him pretty happy in the last few weeks.

The girl of his dreams, dancing around him with a smile like she was making her own music video. This was a dream of hers he didn’t know, making it come true as it became a dream of his own.

He places his hands on her cheeks as he stares into her eyes, “this is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet you,” he whisper’s the words, barely singing, more talking.

“Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you,” she sings right back to him, staring into his eyes as they stand still in the garden.

She pulls him into a kiss, breathing in deeply through her nose as they hold each other’s cheeks, unable to get closer as they kissed. Pulling away with a loud smooch sound, smiling before taking her hands in his, once more.

Spinning her around again as the beat drops once more, her smile more beautiful than the first time he saw it. He was so madly in love, he firmly believed he was in heaven.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew!!

This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you!

Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you

“Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did,” Taylor Swift's voice cuts into the beautiful moment as her songs change and the mood drastically changes.

Y/N bursts out in laughter, jumping lightly as she enjoyed the song, head-banging along as she danced by herself until Spencer turned the music off once again, “you’re so cute.”

“Thank you,” she bowed, “this is cute!”

“There’s a picnic basket in the fridge inside, and some wine if you think that’s a good idea?” Pointing towards the main house, she followed him towards the door.

“Oh, hello?” Her voice changed as she noticed the two black cats on the window, letting Spencer head inside for the basket as she talked to them.

“That’s Edgar and Pluto, the groundskeeper found them in the shed in 2012,” Spencer explains as he comes back out, basket in hand but she’s too busy with the cats to notice.

Petting both their faces, they stretch into her reach and bask in the feeling of her nails on their skin, Spencer would agree it felt nice. He loved the feeling of her hands in his hair, he must have been a cat in his last life.

“Amoreena wants her own indoor cat,” Y/N smiled wide at him, “she always wanted to call him Hercules like the Elton John song, almost like she knew you were her dad all along.”

She took his free hand then, following him towards the blanket in the grass, “how?”

“There’s a line in the song about Greek gods, but it says Hercules on her side and Diana in her eyes, and she does have your mom's eyes, right down to the colour of her iris,” Y/N looked at him like he was everything to her.

Spencer couldn’t speak, he just set the basket on the ground and ushered her to sit down beside him. She held the skirt of her dress up so she could sit crisscross applesauce on the blanket, draping her dress over her legs so she didn’t show anything off just yet.

“Every time I look at you I understand all her quirks and her facial expressions,” she added like she was trying to make him cry, “I’ve been looking at her for almost 8 years now, wondering who you were and now I know, and you’re so much better than I ever imagined.”

“Would you have looked for me when she turned 18?” Is all he can ask through his sniffles, trying to hold it together for her.

She nodded, “I was going to tell her soon anyway, she asks a lot of questions I’m not sure if you noticed.” Her giggle was priceless, “she had lots of questions when the goats were born this year and that meant her asking more about making human babies and I just said a special man helped me make my dreams come true, and she thought it was Rumpelstiltskin.”

Spencer couldn’t fight the laugh that erupted from him, leaning forward as he chuckled, making her laugh too. “Does she even know the whole story?”

“She’s only seen the 4th Shrek movie with him, she has no idea that he also takes the babies,” Y/N placed her hand on his knee gently, “If I get pregnant again, I’m going to tell her about how it all works as simply as possible, I want her to feel included in this and she’ll be less jealous if she sees this as a learning opportunity.”

“That’s a good idea,” he agreed, “I still can't believe she almost punched Michael for hugging me.”

“Oh, I can,” Y/N laughed again, “she was being bullied last year by an older kid and I said if someone upsets you or hurts you, sometimes it’s not that bad to hurt them back. Make them know you’re not weak and you care about yourself, and she gave a kid a black eye for tugging on her braid.”

Spencer couldn’t stop smiling, “that’s my girl.”

Y/N opened the picnic basket then, taking everything out with a smile as Spencer stared at her, thinking a million different thoughts about future kids, how Amoreena would grow up, seeing her as a big sister to hopefully many.

They both leaned forward and kissed softly, smiling as they pulled back, “so you like charcuterie?”

She laughed, “Amoreena called it shark coochie once, I can’t not think of that now.”

“How many kids do you want?”

“Have you ever read cheaper by the dozen?” She teased him. “As many as I can have, I have the funds thanks to my job and the farm and not having to pay a mortgage, I was going to have another baby next year anyway, I had an appointment and everything scheduled, I even tried to get them to contact Amoreena’s father for another sample but they said they couldn’t ask you outright for me.”

“They asked me if I wanted to give another sample when I asked if I could know my kids,” Spencer remembered the words exactly, “she said ‘You have four offspring so far, none of the other samples used have produced a child, the women were all IVF as well so it wasn’t your swimmer's fault if you wanted to donate again.’”

“I don’t want to know the truth, are you okay if we let her decide if she wants to find out at 18?” Y/N asked softly, “I’m content thinking you’re her father, I don’t want to know if it’s some other tall who-lookin’ genius, okay?”

“That’s perfect actually,” Spencer agreed, “and on the kids front, you don’t mind me being in my 70s when they all start going to University?”

“My dad is 68 with no signs of stopping, and he’s still fantastic with his grandkids,” Y/N always had a fact to combat his anxiety. “You have a lot of life left in you, I’ll take good care of you so that they have the best dad ever for as long as possible.”

Spencer was so in love with his family he felt like he was floating, laughing and smiling all meal long as they shared facts back and forth about their lives. Getting to know each other more and more as the seconds passed, he imagined it would be like this forever. She was like a bottomless pit of information, facts, stories and secrets. He loved every single one she shared with him.

She poured herself a second small glass of wine, “you know they say that one glass of wine every once in a while is actually good for the baby?”

“It doesn’t work that fast,” he reminded her, more like he reminded himself. He didn’t want to hope in the chance it didn’t happen right away.

“I had a nightmare last night for the first time in a long time, so I think it worked,” she teased him. “I won't know till June 10th, that's when my next period would be.”

“Nightmare?” It was the only part he picked up on, worried for her and wondering why she didn’t wake him up.

She nodded softly, “I found out I was pregnant and you never came home, and I got lost in the forest looking for you and then I remembered I could wake up.”

He rests his hand on her knee, rubbing his thumb against her bare skin softly, “I’m always coming home to you.”

“I know, when I got pregnant with Amoreena I had bad dreams in the first few weeks too, mostly about giving birth to nothing and being alone all over again, the subconscious and pregnancy hormones are mean as fuck when they hang out,” she laughed away the pain, “I know none of it is real.”

“Good,” he whispered, not knowing what really to say, he wasn’t used to soothing other people yet. Most people didn’t want his facts or concernment when something happened, just a hug normally.

She took a deep breath, pushing everything away, “good news, either my anxiety disorder is back in full swing or something’s working in here,” she laid her hand over her stomach, “either way, I’d like to try again tonight?”

He laughed, “we don’t need to make a baby every time you want to have sex?”

She got onto her knees then, crawling over the blanket and sitting right in Spencer's lap with her hands on both of his cheeks, “I want all your babies.”

He held her waist, pulling her in closer to his chest, “right now?”

She nodded, moving her dress out of the way to undo his belt, “no one is here right? It’s not like anyone would know?”

“Mhmm,” he agreed, kissing her neck as she unzipped his pants, moving his underwear out of the way just enough to free his hardening cock, she stroked it right there in the middle of the garden, staring down between their bodies in awe as he came to life.

Sitting up on her knees more, the slit of her dress made it a lot easier for her to show him her underwear. She was wearing just a thong, perfect for pulling to the side as she lowered herself onto him, ever so slowly.

She fixed her dress around them, completely calm and composed as he was fully inside of her, “you’re okay with this?”

He huffed a laugh out of his nose, dropping his forehead to her shoulder so he couldn’t buck into her and ruin the moment she was making, his hands moving to her hips, guiding her back and off him slightly before back down again, making her gasp.

“I thought you wanted to read?” She teased him as she started to ride him more, moving her hips in a way that took him in and out of her at just the right angle, her hands on his shoulders as she bounced on him lightly, he couldn’t even think straight. “Go on, read to me.”

He took a second to remember the words, mind totally somewhere else and not interested in a book at all when her boobs were right in his face.

“I am come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion,” the first sentence slipped past his lips as she kept going, he took a moment to kiss right under her ear before continuing.

“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence—whether much that is glorious—whether all that is profound—does not spring from disease of thought—from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.”

“Shit,” she moaned, pushing his hand down towards her clit, “you can multitask, smartie pants.”

His thumb was on a mission then, rubbing small circles against her pleasure point, she tossed her head back with her eyes closed as she continued to ride him, “I don’t hear you reading?”

He moaned softly in her ear at the feeling, and the fact she wanted to get off to hearing him recite something from memory, it was more euphoric than he could have ever imagined.

“They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in ah- awakening, fuck,” he was trying his best to stay as composed as she was when he really just wanted to lay her against the blanket and fuck her into next week.

“to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret,” Y/N whispered the end of the sentence, grinding down on him harder than before.

“In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good,” she whispered into his ear, biting his earlobe softly with a moan and he kept rubbing her clit, “you’re so good, Spencer, so so good," she paused to enjoy the moment before whispering in his ear once more, "And more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however, rudderless or compass-less into the vast ocean of the "light ineffable," and again, like the adventures of the Nubian geographer, "agressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi.”

Her words softer than ever and they were never going to get to the end of this poem, he'd never know how the rest of the words sound on her tongue, she pulled him into a kiss then, moaning into his mouth as they ground against each other, finding a perfect rhythm to bring them to the end.

“There, yes, fuck,” she whispered against his lips, pushing against him as she arched her back slightly, slipping away from his mouth as she did so.

He slammed into her then as he chased her lips, making her whimper one last time before she was shaking in his lap, her legs quivering as she finished on him, sending him over the edge and stilling as he came with a shudder. He held her so close, both of them breathing into each other's mouths as they came down, kissing and smiling as they stayed connected.

“We’ll name her Eleonora,” Y/N teased, pulling off him and laying back against the blanket.

He made sure her underwear was back in the right spot before covering her with her dress again and sliding himself back into his underwear.

“Amoreena and Eleonora have a good ring to it, we just need 10 more names,” he teased right back.

“Hopefully we have a little boy one day too,” she smiled as she tugged him down beside her, cuddling into her side as they stared up at the newly dark blue sky and the array of stars that decided to join them this evening.

“Even if it’s just Amoreena, I’ve never been happier in my whole life than when I’m with you,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

“For what?” She asked, purely to keep hearing his voice.

“Making me want to get up in the morning again, giving me a reason not to buy drugs for something euphoric to happen to me, showing me real love and proof that happiness is possible if you just chose to be happy,” he gave example after example.

“I thought I learned everything the world had to offer, but you’ve been showing me new little life hacks that make the world so much better, I see a future of bright colours and happiness and laughter for the first time ever, so thank you.”

She held him closer, “it’s been a pleasure falling in love with you, together, you deserve to love yourself. You’re so wonderful Spencer, it breaks my heart to know that anyone has ever made you feel the opposite.”

He couldn’t speak anymore, turning to kiss her neck and cheek so he had something to do that wasn’t crying. He loved her so incredibly deeply that he felt like he was an anchor, dropping to the bottom of her deepest ocean, without a single plan to leave.

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Hewwo!! So I found this Rarepair heaven, and absoLUTELY fell in love with it! So much so that I decided to request something for the first time ever! I'm sorry if you're not taking requests right now, its totally fine if you ignore this forever, but...but..would you mind doing a BakuJirou fic? It could be about anything and everything, but I really need some BakuJirou fluff to blow my mind right about now! Thanks in advance!!

Ahhh, thank you for the praise, Anon! Thank you for your patience; here is your BakuJiro story, and I hope you like it enough to request again sometime!

Urban Harmony

The rain drummed rhythmically against the sloped roof of the bus stop booth. Through lidded eyes, Kyoka watched the water stream down the frosted glass sides; the sparse light played across the running water, making rippling ribbons of white dance across her form. They frolicked over the cozy fabric of her knitted gray sweater before jumping down to the denim of her ripped skinny jeans before diving down to her Converse, where puddles of rainwater were beginning to accumulate from the day’s torrential downpour. 

Most people would enjoy the pattering of the rain, the squeaking of the tires against wet tar, and the humming of the car engines blending into a strangely soothing urban harmony. However, Kyoka preferred her own soundtrack to her daily grind; her earbuds were nestled snugly into her ears pumping heady rock music into the canals. She bobbed her head to the beat, mostly oblivious to the people trudging by clutching their umbrellas and splashing the puddles with their rain boots. Sheltering from the rain while listening to her favorite music had a certain catharsis to it, one that was making Kyoka sleepy and slightly wishing for time to stop for just a little while. 

The harsh scrape of sneaker soles against wet concrete rose above her music, prompting her to tear her gaze away from the hypnotizing waterfall-like stream of rain cascading down the glass wall of the bus stop. A boy was trudging toward her, his arms buried in his hoodie pockets and his head hunched down. A backpack rustled on his back, looking laden with books. He lacked an umbrella, so the rain beat down upon him with a fury, soaking the red fabric of his jacket a deep maroon. As he glanced up, she could see vermilion eyes peeking out below sodden ash-gray bangs. 

They were more mesmerizing than the falling rain, and her heart fluttered. 

“This seat taken?” he grunted, speaking loudly to overpower her earbuds. Kyoka shook her head firmly and slid to the side of the bench to give him more room, or maybe to push herself as far away as she could from his intimidating aura. The boy plopped down on the bench and dropped his book bag on a dry patch of concrete with a weary sigh, leaning back and stretching out his legs just enough to not be obnoxious. As he tipped his head over the back of the bench, Kyoka watched the rise and fall of his breaths with pinkening cheeks, swearing she could see the muscles rippling beneath the fabric. 

“Fuck,” the boy groaned, not aware that Kyoka had turned down her music to listen to him. “Shoulda checked the weather forecast today… I’m gonna be pissed if my textbooks are soaked.” He leaned forward to unzip his bag and rifle through it, checking their condition. Kyoka curiously craned her head to peek, growing impressed when she spotted large law textbooks in the gloom of the back. She jerked when he abruptly zipped the backpack shut and tossed a glare at her, his red eyes flashing. It wasn’t malicious, though— more like amused. 

“Nosy, aren’tcha?” 

Kyoka ignored the barb to swiftly reply, “You study law?” 

“That’s right,” the stranger said as he reclined back against the bench, nestling one arm behind his head while the other fished in his pocket for his phone. “I’m a first-year at the university down the way,” he explained with a nod of his head in the direction from which he’d come. “My apartment is pretty far, though, so I have to wait for this goddamn bus.” Kyoka snickered at his brusqueness, watching in curiosity as he unspooled his earbuds from around the phone and shoved one deep into his ear. He left the other dangling, implying that he was at least mildly interested in her. She decided to oblige his silent invitation. 

“I go to that university too. I study music.” 

“In theory or in practice?” 

“Practice. I’m a singer and guitarist.” 

He whistled appreciatively, his red eyes flickering to her for a moment before looking back down at his screen. He pressed a button, then frowned, jabbing at the screen with his thumb. He then ripped the earbuds out with a growl. 

“Pieces of shit… They’ve gone and died on me,” he muttered, squinting at the earbuds as he held them up. He flung them into the nearby trashcan and flopped back against the bench, radiating irritation. Kyoka fidgeted next to him, a blush rising to her cheeks alongside a ridiculous idea, but her tongue ended up acting on it anyway. 

“Um… The bus is gonna be a while, so… You could share my earbuds if you like,” she offered meekly. The red-eyed boy glanced at her critically, looking her up and down to study her as if she were suspicious. After a second of contemplation, he shrugged and scooched closer to her; as their legs brushed, Kyoka’s face grew a whole shade darker. Her fingers trembled as she pulled the earbud out of her ear and held it out to him. She hoped he couldn’t feel her quivering when their fingers touched for the briefest second as he took it and jammed it into his ear. Kyoka switched her earbud to the opposite ear before pulling up her music playlist, leaning in to show him her phone screen. 

“I’m not sure what kind of music you like, but, you’re welcome to look.” 

He wordlessly took her phone to scroll through the options, eventually settling on a soft rock song. Kyoka took her cellphone back and held it to her chest as the music began to slow from the tiny speakers, accented by the pounding of the rain in her opposite ear and the silence growing between them. 

“You’ve got good taste,” he remarked after a minute. She looked up with a slight gasp to see him staring out at the road, eyes lidded as he watched the cars trundle by. “So, what do you want to do with your degree, Earbuds?” he asked, looking out of the corners of his eyes at her. She flushed at the sudden nickname and squirmed in her seat, gaze dropping. 

“My mother and father are both retired musicians who own a record label and instrument design company. I’d like to become a performer myself, but if that doesn’t work out, I can take over the business.” 

“Well, at least you’ve got a back-up plan. You look too smart to be some starry-eyed girl who swears she’s gonna be the next big thing,” he smirked, and Kyoka smiled thinly, unsure if it was a compliment or an insult. Sensing what she was about to ask, he smugly puffed out his chest and announced, “I’m studying law to be a prosecutor. One day I’m gonna become the most famous and feared attorney in all of Japan.” 

“You’re the one who sounds like a starry-eyed girl dreaming of being the next big thing,” Kyoka laughed, making the boy look at her with an indignant chuff. As she snickered, holding her curled finger up to her lips, the tension slowly melted from his body. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, crossing his arms and looking back at the road. “Laugh all ya want, but it’s the truth, Earbuds.” Looking at him, at his confident posture and cocksure smirk, she could believe it. He seemed like the type of guy to chase down his dream and wrestle it into submission no matter how many obstacles were thrown in his path. 

“Kyoka,” she corrected him after a bit of silence, making him look at her with a raised eyebrow. “My name is Kyoka.” 

“That so, Earbuds?” Kyoka had to smile at his complete indifference and insistence upon calling her the nickname. She liked the familiarity of it, though they were no more than strangers who’d met at the bus stop. “My name’s Katsuki Bakugo. Nice to meet you, or whatever small talk bullshit you’d like me to spout.” Kyoka giggled; he really was an asshole but in the most charming way. He was doing it on purpose, too, based on the smirk dancing over his lips. 

“I’m not into small talk,” she said with a small smirk of her own. “I much prefer the rain.” Katsuki snorted, then leaned his head back against the bench to stare out into the street. The both of them watched the rain pour from the heavens, soaking up into the sparse bits of grass lining the sidewalks to flood the soil into little lakes. It slicked the road, causing the car tires to squeal and fling water as the vehicles trundled down the road. Passersby scurried along hoping to escape the deluge before it got worse, the lucky ones huddled underneath umbrellas or clad in rain jackets. The rain drummed in the background of the soft rock drifting out of her earbuds, peaceful and soothing. 

She found her eyes drifting to Katsuki. His vermilion eyes were lidded as he stared out into the street, and his cut jawline shone with the rain still drying on his skin. His ash blond hair was clumped and poofy from being under his wet hood. He looked roguish, but handsomely so, and it made Kyoka’s heart pound. She gripped her phone tight, but insodoing she accidentally brushed her thumb across the screen and skipped the song. 

“Yo, what the fuck?” Katsuki griped, making her jump. “I was listening to that.” 

“S-sorry.” 

Katsuki peered at her with scrupulous eyes, making her squirm uncomfortably. 

“Come on, Earbuds. I’m not that intimidating, am I?” he asked with a huff. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and cheeks in his hands. Kyoka flushed in embarrassment, wiggling a little on the seat. 

“It’s not that, necessarily,” she said and chewed on the inside of her cheek as she ruminated on asking him for his phone number. I mean, he’s a handsome guy! I’m single, he… might be single, she debated. Kyoka hadn’t hadn’t dated much, as no boys had ever really caught her eye, but Katsuki just… felt right. Deciding there was no time besides the present, she quickly forced out, “It’s just that you’re really nice-looking, ya know? That unnerves a girl.” 

Katsuki stared owlishly at her for a second, surprised by her admission. Then, a wicked smirk spread across his lips, his ego skyrocketing at the compliment. 

“Oh? Aren’t you forward?” he chuckled. His wet clothes squeaked a little as he slowly straightened up. While maintaining eye contact with the blushing Kyoka, he reached out to take her phone with her. She could only watch, heart thumping, while he put his contact information into her phone. “Lucky for you, I like that in a girl, so I’ll humor you,” he said while continuing to smile smugly. He all but flopped her phone back into her hands, but she was so high-strung and stunned that her fingers only twitched a little around it. 

He then looked out into the street as headlights spilled around the corner, refracting on the water and making the street look like it was covered by glittering diamonds. Finally recovering some neuron function, Kyoka realized that it was the bus. Katsuki looked back to her, smirking. 

“So, you mind sharing your earbuds with me a little while longer? Least you can do, considering I’m probably gonna take you on a date,” he said playfully. Kyoka’s cheeks lit up like Christmas lights, hot and cherry-red. Still, she nodded meekly, not wishing to abandon Katsuki’s company just yet. The rain would continue to fall for a while yet, after all…

Enjoy this oneshot? Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | ❦ 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐎𝐂!𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | ❦  𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭!

𝐖/𝐂 | ❦ 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐱. 𝟐𝐤-𝟑𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 | ❦  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | ❦ 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞,  𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱

a/n; soft valentine’s day sex with soobin is my version of a ‘valentines day special’ lmao! enjoy babes xx

it was a stressful day for soobin as usual, and more than anything he wanted to curse bighit for the rest of their lasting days since they made him work on valentine’s day. but nevertheless he was excited to get back home to his beloved girlfriend maya.

they hadn’t discussed proper plans for the evening but even doing completely nothing in the house was fine to soobin, just as long as she was beside him he was alright. but maya didn’t just want to waste the day without doing anything. they’ve only been dating for several months and this would be their first valentine’s day together so she tried her best to make it count.

in the most provocative way possible.

soobin throws his keys on the counter while taking his coat off, kicking his shoes off while he was at it. the apartment was dimly lit and there were candles sitting on the kitchen counter top and rose petals trailing to their shared bedroom. soobin furrows an eyebrow, “babe? what’s all this?”.

after hearing no answer from her though he just follows the trail until he reached the doorway of the bedroom where a note splayed in the middle of the rose petals. he plucks it off the carpet unfolding it and reading her beautiful cursive handwriting, sit on the bed and wait for me baby ;)

just reading the note sent chills down his spine. the both of them have had sex before but it was never for a special occasion. he didn’t know what to expect. he obediently sat down at the edge of the bed rubbing his sweaty palms over his lap. other than the fact that he was nervous the bedroom set up looked beautiful. it was lit with nothing but candles and their was a soft melody playing in the background to set the mood. and it set the mood alright. soobin hadn’t even saw her yet and he was getting himself ready for whatever was about to happen.

the closet door opens suddenly, the red glow from the light inside was spilling onto the walls around it. soobin’s eyes waited patiently for her, his heart thumping excitedly in his chest. her transparent,  clear point toe heels walks steadily in front of her first like a model almost, and she appears wearing a red lacy bralette and cheeky red lacy panties that hugged her ass in such a way that made soobin’s mouth water. the bold red color complimented her cocoa brown skin perfectly. her puffy, sleek black hair was spiral curled and all pushed to one side of her shoulder, and almost as if she couldn’t do anything sexier she fluffs it a bit before walking towards him.

soobin was breathless by the time she approaches him, her dark and luminous brown eyes--goodness her eyes---the heat came back to him immediately and he swallows with wrecking nerves. she traces her fingers over his shoulder before sitting on his lap twisting her pretty glossed lips into a small smirk. “so? do you like it?”.

he glides his hands down to her waist hesitant to go down any further or else he’d be in for the hardest boner he’s ever had in his life. “you look so sexy. what is all this for?”. she cups his cheek with her hand. her lips were just a few centimeters away from his and it was like torture. he wanted to kiss them so bad. “this is what couples do on valentine’s day baby”.

“they do?”. soobin asks, marveling his eyes over her beautiful features as if he’s never seen them before.

“yes. why? what did you think we were going to do?”.

soobin rubs her thighs in thought. “i thought we were just going to watch a show together or something”. she laughs before giving him a small peck on his lips.

“no some couples go out on dates, small getaways，eat chocolates ---but most importantly they dress up and have sex”. she didn’t give him much room to think about it, immediately gifting him soft contained kisses along his collarbone. his breathing hitches and allows his hands to explore her body. knowing soobin, she already knew where his hands were headed.

he cups and grasps her ass with his large hands. the more he played with the soft, fatty globes of flesh the more turned on he became. she giggles into the next hickey she would give him. “you like my panties baby?”.

“yes i love them. can you wear panties like these more often?”.

she layers a sensual kiss on his lips now, basking in the shared breaths and body warmth. it was kisses like this soobin loved. indifferent and complaisant kisses that allowed them both to feed each other their emotions and for their hearts to beat together in flawless harmony. a kiss so beautiful it shattered his reality a bit when she broke away.

“they wouldn’t be as special if i wore them all the time would they?”. she presses her hand against his chest forcing him to lay back on the bed. “now, let’s get these clothes off you”. she lifts the hem of his shirt and soobin was quick to shed both his shirt and pants, tossing them to either sides of the bed. she presses her lips back onto his once he was finished.

the kiss was slow, sappy and sloppy but it was heated. with both of their eyes closed they made love to one another through their lips alone. she cups both of his cheeks and his hands found their way to her ass again, he really loved the way it felt in her panties. soft, plump and delicate he rubs it shamelessly. starting from the back of her thighs he works his way up, kneading both cheeks like dough and letting his hands go underneath the fabric just so he can grip it entirely. soobin’s ass rubs always had a way of turning her on, which explained why she was tongue kissing him a bit rougher than she planned.

she grinds against the tent in his pants, erotically moaning in his mouth. with the soft melodic music playing in the background, their make-out session was that much more intensified. “mmph why are you doing that--you know what it does to me”. she breathes. she was trying to take things slow but it wasn’t working. “this outfit is so sexy on you I can’t help myself”. he inches his lips back up to hers while letting his hands travel south again. this time while he was caressing it his fingers testingly rubs her slit, making her thighs twitch.

she slips her hand behind the waistband of his briefs and slides them down, letting his hard on slap against her in freedom. she was on her way to slide her own panties down before soobin stops her by clutching her wrists. “please don’t take these off”.

she chuckles a little, “how am I going to fuck you then babe?”.

soobin gulps a little nervous with what he was about to ask. “can you um--maybe slide them to the side and fuck me that way?”.

she smirks doing just as he asked and slid herself down on his length teasingly. his lips parted in utter satisfaction and lust with her walls clenched around him that way. and the little gasp of relief and shock that he gave when she done it, the one that he thought she didn’t hear, she loved it.

“like this baby?”. she asks already knowing the answer.

“yes please”. he replies with his eyes hazed. she rears her hips up before sinking them back down slowly with her hands splayed on soobin’s chest. soobin’s groans flooded the air. it was rare that maya ever rode him like this being that he was usually the one to take the lead in the bedroom. he loved the rare moments when she did take control but he was much too nervous to ask her to ride him even though he loved it. not only did she ride him well but he loved the way she looked while she did it, like a complete goddess.

he reaches up and slides his hands under her bralette, playing with her nipples with his fingers. “god babe--I think valentine’s day is my favorite holiday”. she comes back down with a short moan and licks her lips, chuckling soon after. “you like this stuff baby?”.

“yes it’s so hot---you look so pretty riding me right now”.

she cocks her head to the side giving him a smug grin. another groan withdrew from his lips. “awe, you said I look pretty?”. he blushes at the cocky face she made.

“yes you look pretty, you always look pretty”.

she leans down to softly peck him on his lips. “thank you baby. you’re such a sweetheart when you’re bottoming”.

soobin fixes his one hand behind his head and lets the other grasp her waist. he laughs at her comment. “I’m not bottoming”. she adored the way his eyes turned into crescent moons whenever he laughed.

“you’re a bottom right now. and you like it don’t you?”.

soobin opened his mouth to say something but she rolled her hips down in a particular way that made him curse underneath his breath. “fuck baby---why did you do that?”.

she smiles again. “to prove that you like bottoming”. he laughs. “why do you want to harass me with this? you’re supposed to be saying romantic stuff to me right now”.

she grins, grabbing both of his hands and mounting them on each of her boobs while she rode him a little harder. the seductive gaze she gave him made soobin want to cum right then and there.

“fine. I love you so much baby. these past few months you’ve been so good to me and I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend”. she moans.

soobin licks his lips, “god-- I love you more and I promise to treat you like a princess for as long as you live”.

she puckers her lips in awe. “you’re so cute”.

“your boobs feel nice”. the both of them laugh in unison. “and your lips---please kiss me”. he adds.

“make me”. she teases. he cups her thigh before smacking it lightly. “kiss me”. he begs. “make me”. she repeats.

without hesitance he flips her over with a speed that made them both giggle into another sensual kiss. “why do you always think i’m playing with you?”. he reaches below and slides the thin fabric to the side like before. “now shut up so I can make you cum”.

and soobin did just as he said, thrusting up into her while kissing her forehead lovingly. her gaspy cries overcrowded the melodies as he fucked her to his heart’s desire until they both reached their highs. as soon as he was finished he collapsed down onto her chest with heavy breaths. he circles his fingers over her nipples not being able to resist her lingerie even still.

“i love you. thank you for dressing up sexy for me. i really like it”.

“I love you too soobin. maybe I’ll do it more often”.

he perks his head up excitedly like a small child. “really?”.

she giggles. “yes really. and I bought chocolate covered strawberries for us to eat while we watch a movie. but if you keep laying on me like this we’ll never get to them”.

soobin immediately gets up, shoving his legs in his briefs and dashes his way into the kitchen. “first one there gets more strawberries!”.

maya laughs in his trail. “soobin!! that’s not fair”.

[rizubaby]

Solitude | Makoto Naegi.

genre ; nsfw oneshot.

summary ; a series of oneshots about life at the academy and intimate relationships between the reader and a specific character.

tags ; fem!reader, vulgar language, semi-public sex, hickeys, kissing, boyfriend experience, groping, missionary, creampie.

note ; alright, here goes my first nsfw fanfic! I was planning on making this a series, so eventually all the danganronpa boys will have one (if I actually follow through with it, lol). Let me know who you'd like to see next! In any case, I hope you enjoy. ♡

This is an 18+ post. Minors dni.

The sound of soft humming fills the room, soft music playing in the background. You had woken up early today and decided you should use your time to do some chores. It's still early in the morning, most of the other students are probably still getting ready for the day. As you are busy hanging your freshly washed clothing on the clothing line, you hear someone enter the room. It's Makoto.

"Hey Makoto, good morning~" you say while hanging another one of your t-shirts on the clothing line. "Good morning, sweetie." he mutters. He looks at you, your stomach slightly exposed from you reaching up to hang up another piece of laundry. He manoeuvres between the clothing lines and before you know it, he's standing behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he places his face on your shoulder and plants soft kisses on your neck.

In the two years you've all been living together at Hope's Peak, he's grown a lot. Quite literally, he's taller than you now! He's more mature now and he's more confident than when you two first met. You've been dating for a while now, and you're both happy.

"What's with the sudden lovey-doveyness?" you giggle, letting go of the piece of clothing you were holding and placing your hands over his, leaning into his embrace.

"I'm sorry... I just-" he starts, his lips slowly grazing the skin on your neck and his hands slowly moving down your sides. "I... Really need you..."

As embarrassed as he was to say that, he really meant it. Something suddenly came over him and he couldn't contain himself any longer. His confidence has grown a lot ever since you two started dating, and your entire presence is all he needed right now to lose his damn mind.

"W-what?" You feel your cheeks heat up as he said that, feeling his hands slowly start to explore your body. You tilt your head back against his chest as you suddenly feel one of his hands between your thighs. Makoto keeps on planting sweet kisses and hickeys in the crevice of your neck while his other hand slides down to grab your ass.

"M-Makoto, you're-hng..." you manage to blurt out as you suddenly feel something poke against you from behind. Wow, he's really hard. What's gotten into him? You've never seen him this needy before, not outside of the bedroom anyway.

"I-I'm sorry," he whispers, the soft vibrations of his voice sending chills down your spine. "I really need to fuck you, right now."

You suddenly feel him lift you up, moving towards the table in the middle of the room and laying you down onto it. He spreads your legs, gently pulls down your laced panties and gasps softly as he takes a look at your beautiful soaking pussy. The way he was treating you right now was a side of him you hadn't seen before, and it made you weak to your knees.

"M-Makoto, please, fuck me... P-please," you mutter, letting your fingers run through his fluffy hair as he bent over you. He kisses you passionately, your tongues twirling together in harmony. He pulls away from your loving kisses for a brief moment to unbuckle his belt, eagerly unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out.

Carefully positioning the tip of his dick at your entrance, you feel him slowly entering you. You arch your back in response, closing your eyes as you dig your nails into his back. "M-Makoto! W-wow, oh my go-" you moan, surprised by how deep he went. He was holding your legs up wide, admiring the sight of his dick sliding in and out of you. It wasn't long before he picked up the pace, letting out soft moans and whimpers as he was thrusting into you. The lewd noises of his hips slapping against yours and your combined moans echoed throughout the room.

You started feeling a knot build up inside you, making you come closer and closer to your climax. You placed your hand over your mouth to muffle your aroused moans. Makoto's face was red, little beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Just the sight of his strained expression made you feel like you were on the edge of cumming.

"M-Makoto, baby, I'm gonna-" you whisper, suddenly being cut off by his lips pressed against yours. His soft lips and tongue combined with the sweet sounds he was making was enough to send you over the edge. Your body started to tremble as you wrapped your legs around his hips, forcing him even deeper into you. A few deep thrusts later, you felt Makoto's seed flow into you. His breathing became laboured and a soft grunt escaped his lips as he eventually collapsed on top of you.

Feeling his soft sighs and moans in your ear as you both tried to catch your breath, you embraced him lovingly and let your fingers run through his hair once again.

"Sweetie, I-I'm really sorry... I-I don't know what came over me and I just-"

You placed your finger against his lips and shushed him, looking at him with blurry eyes.

"It's okay baby. It was... Amazing."

After taking a moment to catch your breath and make out some more, you both start to get up and put back on your clothes when you finally realise that the door to the laundry room wasn't fully closed. You look at each other for a second and start to giggle softly.

"Hopefully no-one heard us. "

[hopelesshawks]

hi i was wondering if you could do either Suna or Kuroo with “Everlong” by the foo fighters, literally my favorite song and i love your blog <3

Ohhh I hadn’t heard this song before, thanks for the new find! Also thank you for saying you love my blog 🥺❤️ I’m sorry this took so long but it’s finally here!! I hope you enjoy!

I’ve actually never written for Haikyuu before 😅 I’m a fan of the show but haven’t caught up so this will be a bit out of my comfort zone but I love it! I definitely know Kuroo better and also simp for him p hard dont @ me so I’ll write for him. Thanks for the request love.

Kuroo pushes past the others in the crowded bar as quickly as he can. It’s more crowded than he expected, way more, but he doesn’t let that deter him as he maneuvers through the tightly packed space. He feels out of place still in his work clothes even as he loosens his tie and undoes some of the buttons of his crisp white button down. He finally spots you by the bar, looking radiant as ever and practically bursting with excitement as your eyes stay trained to the stage.

“Sorry I’m late, did I miss anything?” he asks as he presses a kiss to your forehead, a distraction as he slips something from his jacket pocket to the pocket of his slacks. “Nope! They should be going on soon! Thanks again for coming to this with me,” you grin and even though he’s already sweating, Kuroo knows every moment will be worth it just to see you smile like that. “Of course, you said they’re one of the best local bands in town right?” he asks and you nod eagerly, eyes once again drifting to the stage. “I know it’s way more packed than I said it’d probably be, but I’m so glad they’re finally getting the recognition they deserve,” you gush, helping Kuroo out of his suit jacket and draping it over the bar. He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows and then wraps his arms around your waist pulling you in close against his chest so he can have you near while you watch the stage anxiously. “If their success makes you happy then I’m all for it.” “Here they come!”

The band consists of four guys who are in their early 20’s at the latest and something about the energy they bring to the stage already has Kuroo feeling the slightest bit nostalgic; their easy camaraderie reminding him he should call up Bo and see how the other man is doing. They introduce themselves and you join the others in cheering them on, your enthusiasm only further endearing you to your boyfriend as he squeezes you a little tighter. “Should I be jealous? You gonna leave me for the hot young front man?” he teases, pinching your side. “Hmm, tempting but I do believe my groupie days are behind me,” you chuckle. “Nah, you still got it. If I were the one on stage I’d pick you out of the crowd in a heartbeat.” “Flattery won’t get you anywhere with me mister.” “It’s not flattery if it’s true.”

You roll your eyes fondly but rapidly shush him when the band starts playing and you’re promptly sucked into the music, hanging onto every note. Tetsurou doesn’t recognize the song, he didn’t expect to, he really is only here for you; but he loves the way you look so enraptured by the sound even over the din of the other bar patrons, loves the way your voice vibrates through his chest as you sing along. His heart beats in sync with yours as he lets you sway both your bodies to the music.

And then the moment he’s been waiting for arrives.

He hasn’t recognized a single song all night but he knows your favorite song, spent the last week memorizing it so as the first chords of the ballad ring out he’s ready. He knows you weren’t expecting him to know it because you pause in your own singing for just a moment before resuming with a wide grin. Tetsurou isn’t much of a singer and would never dream of proclaiming otherwise but as the two of you stand there it’s like everyone else in the bar fades away and all that’s left is the two of you in perfect harmony, your voices intertwining as they dance through the air; a moment stretching out into forever as he slips one hand to wrap around the little black box in his pocket that symbolizes that very same thing. He pulls it out slowly, trying to delay you noticing until the very last minute. His voice starts to waver slightly as nerves kick in but somehow it still seems to harmonize with yours. As the final notes of the song float through the bar he finally brings the box more clearly into your field of vision, flicking it open and whispering your name in your ear to direct your gaze to it.

It takes a moment but finally you look to see what exactly your boyfriend wants so desperately for you to look at. Your breath catches in your chest. The next song starts but for the first time all night you don’t sing along and your gaze doesn’t stray from the small ring in front of you. You reach out with shaky hands as if afraid to touch, stopping just shy before you abruptly spin in his arms, your eyes leaving the stage fully for the first time since the band arrived. “Tetsu are you?” you ask breathlessly and his soft smile is answer enough.

“Well kitten?”

“Yes. Absolutely yes.”

“Good.”

You practically throw yourself more fully into his arms, kissing him senseless as happy tears wet both your cheeks. You think the front man may congratulate you both and you distantly notice the bar erupting into cheers, but all of that fades into the background.

It’s nothing compared to the look of your incredible fiancée beaming as he slips a ring on your finger.

General Taglist: @ahtsuwu @larkspyrr @oikawaandkuroostan @oliviasslut @black-rose-29

[littlemisslipbalm]

“You Get Me” Pt. 3 (famous!y/n x harry)

Aka “Kissy” 🥺

honestly its really just domestic harry bahaha and I added that they have a slight age gap ?but seriously I hope y’all enjoy the third and final installment of my first ever writings -  a little miniseries if you will. I loved writing this part sm, probably my favorite part yet. I linked a spotify playlist that was some inspo (I literally listened to your summer dream on repeat for one part that I wrote, that song is so beautiful) anyways - not really proofread and I tried to break it up more so it was less big chunks to read formatting wise

here’s part 3! read: part 1 | part 2

word count: 4.0k  | warnings: makeout sesh, shirtless harry!, nothing graphic tho (I think!)

tag list : @marauderswhisperer, @morgannope, @daddystevee, @kthemarsian, @bi-andready-tocry

playlist for the inspo✨

-

One Week Later

“Hey, Har...change of plans!” you exclaimed as you peaked through a door in Harry’s house.

You’d hung out together at your apartment once since your phone retrieval visit and the two of you had been texting constantly. You loved Harry’s company and Harry couldn’t get enough of you. Harry had called you late last night, ‘Want t’take you out tomorrow, love.’ his voice was groggy as if he was about to fall asleep. You’d instantly agreed and drove over to his house the next day. He was leaving back to London on Saturday, so it was your last day to see him for awhile.

Inside the door you had just opened, a beautiful vintage convertible sat. You had found the garage. “You are so driving this,” you turned to see the man who held your entire heart in his hands walking up beside you. Harry reluctantly agreed and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“Ready?” he questioned, holding up the soft blanket he had retrieved for your coastal picnic. You nodded, proudly displaying the little picnic basket you had packed full with food. Simultaneously the two of you reach for each other’s free hands, clasping them together and walking out to the car.

“I’m on aux, you can focus on the road,” you told Harry when both of you went for the cassette device that functioned to allow you to play music from your phone despite the age of the car. Harry loved how assertive you were even if it meant he didn’t always get his way. That was one of the reasons he liked you so much, your strength, your ability to hold your own in any situation, even with him, opposite of how a lot of people treated him in the industry in bids to get in his good graces. You were his match, so similar, yet so unique.  

The pair of you started out on the road. Harry wore a white t-shirt with a blue bee slogan,  purple trousers, and some clean white vans. His rings and pearl necklace wrapped up the look. His tattooed arms starkly contrasting the crisp white of his shirt. His eyes on the road were covered by large sunglasses, but his hair flew out behind him as the wind rushed over the car. You had chosen high waisted mom jean style denim shorts and a lavender femme top with a mesh white floral overlay, it had ties on the shoulders and it complimented your skin color perfect, tanned in from your life in the golden state. You too had your rings on and a silver necklace with your first initial hidden in the pendant. Even your clothes complemented each other.  

The first song to play through the speakers was Joni Mitchell’s “California.” You looked over to see Harry smile and you two began to sing along. You didn’t talk much on the ride, staying silent other than singing along when you pleased, but you always made sure not to overpower the actual song, you didn’t like to do that if the music was there for ambiance. Harry would speak up a little when passing various things, just simply pointing them out. Then, after the first notes of “California Dreamin’” came on Harry couldn’t help buy say, “Y/N, seriously?  S’not like I don’t love these songs, but please tell me you didn’t just search up ‘California’ and are playing tha’?” All you did was shush him and tell him this was one of your favorite songs before singing along.

Then, as the Mamas and the Papas voices began to fade out, Harry started again, “This next song’s title better not be fuckin’ California or somethin’ with-” but he stopped as the light quick notes of “Golden” came through the speakers, followed by his own voice. You grinned and gave his shoulder a little push. You had just gotten on the PCH and you remembered his mention of it being the quintessential coastal drive song a couple years ago so you had queued just in time.

A grin spreads onto his features that had been in slight exasperation at your antics previously and shakes his head at you, does a little finger shake vaguely in your direction, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.”

You both burst out in song, practically yelling the first chorus, Harry taking little harmony parts that most wouldn’t even notice, but he notices them, he made them. You dance in your seat to the song, taking control of the background ‘da da da’s. Harry is in awe of how well your voice sounds with the track, when you sing along to the second verse, much more seriously than the first one you had screamed together. He glanced over at your moving figure that began to sway at the slowing of the song. You weren’t wearing sun glasses and you had your eyes closed, basking in the shining sun. You looked at peace, yet completely fulfilled and overjoyed. In that moment, Harry knew he wanted to keep making you feel the way you did right now every time you were together. The song ended and your playlist continued, random songs regarding California and the feeling you get with someone you care about - makes you feel sunkissed.

-

“You’re literally so corny,” Harry laughs to you when ‘California Girls’ by the Beach Boys came on. You throw side eyes at him, “What can I say, Brian Wilson knew, California girls are where it’s at,” you roll your lips into your mouth and then bite your bottom lip.

-

The drive continued with you giving a rousing rendition of ‘California Gurls’ with Harry as Katy Perry and you as Snoop Dogg as you had insisted. Harry even busted out some minimal dance moves while driving the car, honking the horn at the appropriate moment. You made Harry feel like he was 19 again.

Then, straight into ‘Canyon Moon,’ Harry really was in disbelief of the woman next to him. You got so into the “I’m goin’ home” part of the song. Harry said, “Really like tha’ one, I gather,” after it finished. It was your turn to look at him in disbelief, “It’s my favorite, Har, I remember listening to Fine Line the first time and loving it immediately. Still loved it even after everyone else barely talked about it. Deserved so much more, s’amazing.” You finished with a half smile slipping onto your face. Harry gave a quiet ‘thanks’ and returned the smile.

-

Harry was finally satisfied with where you had landed along the coast. There had been no set destination, just a plan to drive to a lookout for the picnic. Finding a small parking area, you two gathered your items and set out for the perfect spot. The California coast really is beautiful. You’d lived there your whole life, just further up north, moving down to Los Angeles when you started your music career. You ran ahead of Harry to seek out a little bluff you’d seen in the distance. “Oi!” Harry called, but didn’t run to catch up, he had taken the picnic basket and it had drinks that wouldn’t be great if they were all shaken up.

You were right, it was the perfect spot, a little ways up from the set path there was a flat surface on the edge of a cliff, it was safe, with wildflowers and tall grass around a more bare area. You layed out the large blanket, then stood and watched as Harry made his way to you. His hair was every which way due to the wind whipping through it during the car ride, you subconsciously ran your hands through your hair for that reason. He looks gorgeous, you thought.

When he arrived at your little patch, he sat down the basket and you threw your arms around his neck. You pulled yourself into him and basked in his glow, his warmth and scent. He held you and ran a hand through your hair. The pair of you could have silly fun, but you could also be extremely intimate. In these quiet moments you wished you could stop time and live here forever. To live in his arms would be a wonderful thing. “So happy right now, darling,” Harry whispered, the soft swish of grass and the distant crash of waves the only sounds he had to speak above. You said nothing, but pushed yourself even further into his body, a response in and of itself. In this moment, there was no one else, just you, Harry, and the beautiful nature you stood in. This moment was everything. And you didn’t want to set it free.

Eventually, the two of you parted and relaxed into the blanket. For once, neither of you played music, you talked and ate and listened to the ambient sounds of nature. The melodic waves carried the conversation, when neither of you felt the need to say words. After eating, you let Harry pop the bottle of champagne he had brought along, unbeknownst to you, nevertheless when you saw it you wanted to be the one to uncork it. Still, your protests fell on deaf ears. “Y’seem to be getting very used to getting everythin’ you want, huh? Already a spoiled princess after a couple months of fame,” Harry teased as he worked to open the bottle. You huffed at his teasing and your failed attempt to get the bottle from him, which had caused him to move off the blanket and have his shirt be stretched from you grabbing at the bottle and only getting fabric.

“Whatever, don’t act like you’re not a total diva sometimes, Styles.” You couldn’t deny that him calling you a ‘spoiled princess’ made you feel things, unholy things. Of course you found Harry unbelievably attractive, but this was your fourth time being with Harry and the two of you hadn’t done anything besides heavy makeout sessions. You loved the way he said your name, but you also loved his nicknames for you, but this was a new one that seemed to hold some meaning within it.

Harry liked to see you all worked up, but knew he could get the exact same way, upset when things don’t turn out the way you want them. Frustrating. Finally, he popped the cork and you both cheered for the golden bubbly liquid. You had spent almost about an hour on the road and an hour or two already on the cliff, so the sun was starting to make its farewells to this side of the earth. The sky was beginning to light up with pinks, oranges, and lavenders. You both sat back down on the blanket, this time with you sat up inside of Harry’s spread legs, reclining back onto his chest.

You continued to talk, about the view before you for a little, but then each other. Whenever you were together, the two of you gravitated to the topic of enjoying the other so much. Today was apparently Harry’s turn to share. “When we were in tha car, earlier,” he started as you twiddled your fingers on his thigh, drawing shapes. You looked up into his eyes to encourage him to continue. “Haven’t had tha’ much fun in awhile. You…” he hesitated again and averted his eyes from your stare. You whispered a little ‘yeah’. You really cared about Harry feeling comfortable with you and making him happy, so you knew encouragement was helpful when he was trying to gather his thoughts. “Y’make me feel young...tha’ sounds so dumb, but y’really do,” he finally got out as put his hand over your moving one on his thigh. The two of you didn’t talk about the fact that Harry was a bit older than you. He was famous when you were a puberty-stricken teenager. The age gap wasn’t really an issue, you were both adults, but his statement reminded you that he would be 30 soon and you were still in your early 20s.

You twisted around to sit on your knees and face Harry. You placed both of your hands on his face, cradling his jaw and cheeks on each side of his face. This forced him to look you right in the eyes. You appreciated the beauty of his piercing green eyes for a moment and then went to kiss his crows feet on the sides of his eyes, his forehead lines, his hairline, his five o’clock shadow, and his smile lines, that had cropped up as he giggled at you. You were making exaggerated kiss noises as you loved on his face. “First of all, you are young,” you finally said in audible words. You waited a beat, then you kissed his soft lips that were smiling up at you. He was still smiling when you kissed him so your lips hit a bit of a tooth and you both giggled. But, you stood strong, not pulling away to laugh. Harry kissed you back. He shifted and brought his hands up from the ground where they had been holding him up to cradle your body instead. The kiss stayed chaste, despite Harry’s protests when you pulled back.

“And second, you make me feel alive.” “Alive…” Harry echoed you slowly, “Tha’s a better way to put it. I am young,” He smirked and then winked at you. You moved your hands to sit on his upper chest and could feel his heart beating soft, but strong beneath his skin. You grabbed his arm and moved it from around you. Harry quirked a brow at you. Then you placed his hand above your left breast and below your collarbone. Now he could feel your heartbeat, too. Yours, you thought, was beating a bit faster than his, but you didn’t care. Touching like this, made you feel close to him. Like you could see inside each other.  

-

You finished off the bottle of champagne because Harry had to stop drinking to be able to drive the two of you home safely. You felt very warm from it, despite the sun setting a while ago and your bare arms and legs. Luckily, besides the slight buzz you had, it was summer in California, and the nights stayed relatively warm. You skipped to the car and bent over the convertible to put the picnic basket in the backseat. Harry was right behind you and gave your bum a light pat, you pulled yourself up and flipped around, giggling. You tugged Harry in by his shirt and demanded, “Kissy.” Harry snorted and obliged, but with an open mouthed kiss where his tongue basically slobbered over your lips, mouth, and a bit of your nose. You whined, “You’re fucking disgusting, Har.” “Ya’ love it,” he responded with a faux posh voice before giving you a quick peck to your lips and rounded the car, telling you to get in and buckle up.

The whole ride home, Harry had his hand on your thigh. With it there, you occupied yourself with twisting his rings and and dancing your hand around his fingertips. The champagne had made you quiet, but smiley. The music you played was softer on the ride back home, you knew Harry needed to focus with the dark road and you didn’t want the music to distract him.

One song that was of note was “Lavendar (Take 4)” by the Beach Boys. The recording is somewhat unpleasant, but the song is beautiful. It had reminded you of the clothes you and Harry had worn on your date, the wildflowers that had just surrounded you, and the color of the sky when the sun had set on the scene of you and Harry tenderly kissing each other. The Beach Boys are known for their California, Surf pop sounds, but this sound is soft and filled with lushious harmonies, an ode to lavender, maybe a girl named lavender, but nonetheless it was for lavender. Harry harmonized along with their voices, returning to his original state. It ended and went straight into Simon & Garfunkel’s “America.” Paul Simon’s voice passed through the speakers and whispered to us sweetly. Harry again hummed in appreciation for the song choice.

-

When you arrived at the house, you helped Harry clean up the dishes and trash in the picnic basket. Then you sat on the couch, it was around ten o’clock and Harry had offered to make a pot of tea. You looked over the back of the couch as he moved around his kitchen. He padded around, putting the kettle on, opening cupboards for mugs and tea choices. When the water was ready, he got the tea ready, choosing a loose-leaf blend he’d found at a fancy restaurant in Amsterdam. “No cream tonight,” you called, still watching him work his way around his home.

Admiration shown in your eyes as he nodded and finished up the tea, bringing it over to you at the couch. He chose your mug tonight. Different from the previous two, his and yours were a matching set with dark blue interiors with tiny cartoon sailboats. You loved his collection of fun mugs, it fit him so well. After handing it to you, he snuggled in beside you and you took a sip, then rested your head on top of his strong shoulder. You turned your head to give a light kiss to his shoulder, and then moved back to staring ahead of you.  

“Wanna stay?” Harry asked, his arm around your body, holding you close to him. “Can just drive ‘ome in the mornin’,” he continued. “That’d be really nice,” you sighed. This was so comfortable, how was in possible to be like this with someone you’d known for a little over a week? It didn’t matter to either of you how quick it had happened. But it happened, and it felt right, so you went with it. This, what you and Harry had, made you happy so there couldn’t really be anything wrong with that.

-

You two chatted a bit more - about your week of tour preparations, Harry’s flight time tomorrow, various random thoughts, - and you drank your tea. At about midnight, Harry suggested that you and he get ready for bed and then watch something on his laptop. You agreed and ventured into an unknown part of his home. You’d started to snoop earlier today when you had found the garage, but had only gotten that far because you got distracted by Harry’s car.

His house was beautiful and perfectly him. It was big, but his decor and things made it specifically Harry, even if he didn’t live here full time anymore. You reached the master bedroom, located in the back of his house, with french doors, identical to those in the sitting room, opening out to the grass in his backyard. His bed. His bed. It was a California King with tasteful bedding and a beautiful wooden headboard and frame.

You ran and jumped onto it, the bed sinking beneath you and the bedding fluffing around you. You snuggled and rolled around in the sheets, “This is so much nicer than my bed in the apartment, it’s only a full…” you trailed off. Harry leaned against the doorway of the room, smiling to himself as he watched you make yourself at home among this life. “You’ll be gettin’ a new place, soon, I reckon?” Harry asked and went to grab you both some clothes to sleep in from his closet. “Yeah, maybe!” you called out to him in the little room connected to the master that housed his clothes.

When Harry returned, he was only in boxers, but was holding two large t-shirts, a pair of sweatpants, and another pair of boxers. “D’ya mind if I sleep like this? I can put more clothes on if that makes you more comfortable?”

You couldn’t keep your jaw from dropping. You’d seen Harry shirtless before, everyone had, but to see him right in front of you, that was something else.

He noticed you staring at his body and smirked, but then threw a shirt and the pair of boxers your way, “Stop bein’ such a perv, love,” he teased. “Rude,” you muttered, “Was simply admiring...but if you don’t want me to look, you can sleep fully clothed,” you scratched your nose and then shrugged your shoulders.

As you worked to slide off the big bed, Harry crossed the room and trapped you on the edge, leaning over you with both his hands landing on either side of you on the bed. You scrunch your eyes and nose up as he tries to make eye contact with you. He goes to kiss you, but you turn your head and your cheek receives a kiss. He stays against your cheek, drags out your name and groans, “s’teasin’ you.” “I know, baby,” you respond and kiss his cheek now. You duck under his arm and run into his en suite bathroom, shutting the door to change. When you re-emerge, Harry’s in the bed, with the sheets pulled back, and his computer in his lap.

Harry calls out to you without looking up from his screen, “S’was thinkin’, y’know, since you’re always saying your apartment is tiny, y’could house sit ‘ere while I’m away?” You tilt you head as you approach the bed as you ponder the idea. “I mean, I guess ‘why not’? It would be a longer commute into the studio, but this place is gorgeous, and I’m gonna start traveling a lot anyway so I won’t need my apartment for much longer…” You continue to think on it as you climb back onto Harry’s bed and snuggle yourself into his body. Harry looks slightly down at you by his side, he’s put on his glasses, “Think you should, I’d also like knowin’ someone was ‘ere, keepin’ things running while I’m away.”

You nodded and move slightly to rest your head on Harry’s naked chest. His sunkissed tattooed body is mesmerizing, you reach your hand up and start tracing the various designs and running your hand along his collarbones and veins as well. Then you flattened a palm and smoothed it over his right pectoral. Harry hummed and pushed himself further down the bed. “Can we not watch anything actually, m’kinda tired,” you whisper up to Harry, your voice the only sound in the house besides the light clicking of a clock in a different room. Harry responds by closing the laptop and readjusting your position in the bed. You and Harry are a tangle of legs and bodies pressed against one another. Everything is calm and Harry says one word, “Kissy.” And you smile and let yourself pull slightly away from Harry to lean up and kiss him one more time before the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms. It’s soft and chaste, completely closed mouths, but you linger in the kiss, feeling his warm nose brushing besides yours. A hand moves up to his hair and gives it one good run through and then you pull away, “Kissy,” you finalize. The two of you giggle and snuggle even further together.

Your bodies fit so well together and again you were struck with the feeling that you never wanted this to end, even if tomorrow he was flying away, to somewhere halfway across the world. The distance didn’t matter. You knew the two of you had what it took to be there for each other, even if you couldn’t touch or feel the other. Even if laughter over the phone had to suffice for awhile. What the two of you had was greater than all of those obstacles of space and proximity. It was powerful because you were both powerful. Powerful in the way you loved, in the way you worked, in the way you simply were. You fell asleep in Harry’s arms that night filled with contentment. Harry fell asleep with you in his arms that night filled with joy that he’d found someone to share everything with. Someone who was willing to give him all of themselves. Someone who was finally able to get all of him.

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love y’all sm 🤍🤍 hope you enjoyed and have a nice day

[rukanrin]

Falling in love with you|| Vergil x G/N Reader

so Leon and Ruka paired up to write this one,this is a gender neutral fanfic but we may specify genders later on in the future,none the less this hopefully should give off a calming aura,it made poor ruka cry tears of joy after reading this to check for any grammar errors, and apologies for any spelling mistakes,this has extracts of falling in love with you,enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wise men say... Vergil came back from another demon hunting mission,taking off his bloodied dark blue jacket,and drying off his boots,he then walked into the living room  of the house the whole crew managed to buy,most were asleep by that time,or still out on missions,but he couldn’t help hear a silent,soft melody playing upstairs. ...only fools rush in... the blue devil’s curiosity took him to the carpeted stairs,walking up carfully and slowly to not alarm or wake anyone up,summoning his mirrage blade to shed some light on the pitch black corridor,walking to towards the sound,then he noticed there not only was a melody playing,someone was singing along, ...but i can’t help... the soft melody played in the background,helping soothe the atmosphere in the room, your (Favorite color) music box kept in tune of your singing, (Y/N) (L/N) carved onto the wooden cover,it was in perfect balance on the wide stone railing of your balcony, it made a silent laugh enter your voice...but you didn’t stop singing,it was the only thing that helped the good dreams and anxiety go away, ...falling in love with you... Vergil now stood outside your door,listening to you and your music box,the usual sharp and cold expression on his face melted away,resting his head against the door,only to find it not properly shut,allowing him to silently enter,only to be met with the stunning sight of you,looking at the stars an illuminated by the moon ...take my hand... unaware of the others presence,you kept your harmony going,holding your hands together like you were holding a partners hand,you knew Vergil would be back soon,but you had expected him to come back in half an hour or so,due to the trip being so far away,but you of course forgot about his Sin Devil Trigger and his ability to teleport,it was him who made you sing all these songs late at night ...take my whole life too... the elder son of Sparda started mouthing the words along with your singing,not wanting to alarm you in any shape or form,but he did not want to leave either,more like he could not,your voice,personality, and looks have awakened that strange feeling deep down in his stone heart,he closed his eyes,took a deep breath and came towards you in pure silence “...I can’t help...” you sang, then you felt a pair of eyes on you,and carefully turned around to see the man in blue standing a few inches away from you,his pastel blue eyes filled with love,but you weren’t afraid of him,you have loved him ever since he accepted you as his co-worker,now he was joining you in singing,but were you too loud? oh god did you wake anyone else up? “...falling in love...with....you.....” both of you finished at the same time,he gently took your hands apart,lacing his fingers with yours,then he pulled you close,you were quite stunned by this show of affection,he had never even smiled at you for a second,and now he is being so caring and gentle to you? you melted into his embrace quite quickly,then you looked up at him,meeting his icy blue eyes and pale face “did i...did i alarm you Vergil?” you sounded upset,which broke his heart, “no...you did not...but” Vergil let go of your hands and gently cupped your face,finally kissing you... once he pulled away,the two of you stood there,enjoying the warmth and presence of one another,”i-i lo-“ you trued to confess but Vergil cut you off, “i know....“ you smiled,but you were still worried if he returned the feelings,even after that kiss you two shared “...i may...be able to return this feeling...” a tear escaped and rolled down your (Skin color) face,only to be wiped away by your companion,then something happened,he...he chuckled? it wasn’t one of his ‘I’m more powerful than you‘ chuckles,which made you turn more pink if it were even possible,you two were now official...romeo and juliet...with a happy ending...

[markleespitsbars]

nct dream reaction to hearing their s/o sing for the first time and shes really good?^^^

Yes absolutely!! I’m so sorry it took so long to get this out but I hope you enjoy it🥰 I also got two similar asks for this so I’m gonna combine them in this reaction!!

NCT Dream reaction to hearing your incredible voice:

이마크💗

Mark stuck a hand out, pinching the knob on his car’s front panel with his thumb and index finger and turning it to the right, blasting the music through the speakers. You rolled down the passenger window, sticking an arm out and letting the wind whip through your hair as he drove you down the road, nothing but little streetlights here and there to light the way.

He was playing your favorite song, and you couldn’t help but sing loudly at the sound of it, assuming the loud volume would tune out your voice. Mark was singing along, too, the both of you smiling and laughing happily.

Mark quieted down to focus on the road as he neared a turn, and as he braked to go into it, he heard a voice underneath the recorded song, hitting every note perfectly. He flicked his eyes over to you for a moment, feeling his stomach do flips as he watched you sing your heart out.

He bit his lip, reaching out and turning the volume down just enough so that it was quieter than your voice, and turned back to the road. You soon realized the music wasn’t as loud as it had been, and you quickly shut yourself up, worried he wouldn’t like how you sounded; he did have an incredible voice, after all.

“Why’d you stop?” Mark asked, turning his head to you for a moment with a pout on his face. “I was enjoying that.”

“No,” you whine, putting your face in your hands and laughing quietly. He reached over, grabbing one of your hands from your face and pulling it to intertwine your fingers.

“Keep going,” he said, thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “You sound great.”

황런쥔💛

Renjun barged into his room, brow furrowed as he paced over to his desk and set whatever was in his hands down on it. “What’s up?” you greeted from his bed, getting his attention. “Something bothering you?”

He shook his head, picking the paper up again. “It’s nothing. We just got the sheet music for our new song, and the harmonies are really tight. I’m just trying to get everything down before we record next week.”

“I can help you rehearse,” you suggested, and Renjun cocked his head to the side.

“You can certainly try,” he said, “but this is one of the most technically difficult pieces we’ve ever gotten. It’s tough, even for me.” You shrugged, sticking a hand out, and he set the sheet music in your hands. You looked over it, widening your eyes at what you saw.

“Wow, this is tough,” you agreed, staring at Renjun’s highlighted notes. “They usually put the dissonant note in the instrumental for those sus chords, but they have you on that perfect fourth this time.” His jaw fell open, mouth searching for words as you listed off observation after observation about the technicalities of the song. “What? You thought I couldn’t read music?”

Renjun chuckled, hopping onto his bed beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I should’ve known better,” he laughed, going back to the sheet music and letting you help him nail his pitch. He was pleasantly surprised at how talented you were, and he ended up perfecting the note by the end of the night.

이제노🧡

Jeno sighed, resting his head across your lap as he shut his eyes, tired after a long day of rehearsal and just trying to relax. Your fingers raked through his hair, soothing him into a calm state of sleepiness. “Y/n,” he murmured, peeking his eyes open and looking at you. “Can you sing to me?”

Your eyes widened. “You want me to sing to you?”

He nodded. “Mhm. A lullaby.” You tried to protest, telling him that you were sure you weren’t that good and that your voice would only hurt his ears, but he wasn’t having any of it. “Anyone can sing a lullaby, Y/n,” he said. “You don’t have to be good at it.”

With no other argument, you finally agreed, resting back on your hands and smiling down at your boyfriend. And then you opened your mouth, letting your voice ring out in a soft little melody that had the corners of Jeno’s lips turning upward.

“You sound beautiful,” he whispered, shutting his eyes again and curling into your lap. “You can sing me to sleep whenever you want.” Your breath caught in your throat at the praise, and you continued to sing to him until he was sleeping soundly, your fingers still moving through his hair every now and again.

이동혁💚

Haechan laid down on the sofa, listening to the Dreamies’ latest song play over his speaker and ad-libbing over the melody. You sat at the other end of the couch, letting his feet rest across your thighs as you played on your phone.

The song ended, but your boyfriend continued to sing his runs over and over, growing more and more off-pitch as he went. You snickered, and he sent you a wide-eyed stare. “What’s so funny?”

You shook your head. “You’re in the wrong key,” you told him with a giggle. You opened your mouth, singing his run in the correct key and making him freeze on the spot.

“Since when do you have perfect pitch?” Haechan asked, torn between being horrified that you had called him out and impressed at the skills you claimed to have.

You smirked. “I always have,” you said. “I’ve just been quiet about it since I’m too nervous to show off in front of actual musicians.”

Haechan smiled, scooching closer to you and getting closer to your face. “So you admit I’m a talented musician?”

You smiled back, taking his cheek in your hand and leaning in to kiss him. “I never said you weren’t talented, Hyuck. But maybe we can do a duet sometime so you can prove that you’re still better than me.”

나재민💙

Jaemin slotted his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as you stirred the cake batter you were mixing. He swayed the two of you back and forth to the rhythm of the music in the background, squeezing you tighter every time you giggled. You held up the whisk, letting him lick the batter off of it from over your shoulder until it was clean. “Let’s get this in the oven, yeah?” you asked, unraveling his arms from around you and starting to pour the mix into the pan.

Jaemin took the opportunity to dance around the kitchen, jamming to the song that was playing as you slipped your mitts on and opened the oven, sliding the cake inside. “Take it away, Y/n!” he exclaimed as the next chorus of the song neared, and you laughed as you shut the oven door, belting out the lyrics as best you could.

He gawked at you, loving the way your voice sounded when you sang without a care in the world, and he ran up to you, grabbing you and spinning you around as you squealed in delight. “I can’t believe I’ve never heard you sing before,” he singsonged, taking your face in his hands and pressing kisses to every bit of open skin he could reach. “You sound amazing.”

“You’re just being nice,” you told him, hesitant to accept the compliment event though your cheeks had darkened a few shades.

“I am,” he said, “but I wouldn’t lie to you. You do have an amazing voice, Y/n.” And, satisfied, you started singing again, much to Jaemin’s enjoyment.

종천러❤️

Chenle flipped his microphone in his hand before holding it out to you. “Your turn, Y/n,” he said, and you took the mic hesitantly. He had brought you to one of his favorite karaoke places, renting out a room just for the two of you. You hadn’t quite expected you’d be singing tonight, but you supposed it was unfair to make him sing by himself for the entire night.

You stood, selecting your favorite song from the menu and feeling your heart race when the music started. You hadn’t yet sung in front of Chenle, and he had one of the most beautiful voices you’d ever heard; you definitely felt inferior compared to him. But he hadn’t been raking the karaoke very seriously, which made you feel a little less nervous, like you could get a note wrong and not worry about it.

Chenle looked on in glee when you opened your mouth to sing, but as soon as he heard your voice, any words he wanted to say quickly left his throat, his jaw falling slack as he paid attention only to the way you sounded.

You grew more nervous as the song went on, especially because Chenle was oddly silent instead of hyping you up like he would normally do, but the wide smile on his face when the song ended eased your worries. “Y/n, that was awesome!” he exclaimed, jumping up and giving you a big hug. You really did have nothing to worry about, especially as he quickly pulled up a duet on the menu for the both of you to sing, excited to hear how your voices blended together.

박지성💜

Jisung laid in his bed scrolling through his phone as you showered, waiting for you to come out so he could take you in his arms and fell asleep. But through the wall, he could hear a voice loudly singing along to some arbitrary pop songs, and he couldn’t help but smile knowing it was you.

He hadn’t heard you before, seeing as you were too shy to sing in front of him, but he felt so lucky to be able to hear you. Still, it felt rude bringing it up, since you had declined singing for him before. He didn’t want to embarrass you.

Some time later, you emerged from the bathroom, all snuggled into your pajamas as you walked towards the bed and snuggled in beside Jisung. He sank into your warmth, shutting his eyes and smiling. “You’re affectionate tonight,” you whispered, hugging him around his waist.

The words were out before he could think them through. “You have a really pretty voice, Y/n.” Your face flushed at Jisung’s words, not expecting him to have heard you in the shower.

“What?”

He panicked as soon as he realized what he’d said. “I-I mean... I just... heard you. You sound really pretty.” You were going to retort, but Jisung pulled you closer to hush you. “Don’t worry about it, Y/n. Just get some sleep. You can sing some more tomorrow.”