#wanna have a cute cottagecore picnic with this now

[candied-boys]

🍯 Honey Cakes 🍯

Luke Randolph x fem! Reader

Tags: merpeople au, lazy!Luke, happy!Luke, possessive!Luke, romance, picnics, cottagecore, a lil' more smut, happy ending

Part Five

2,300 words

NSFW CONTENT - MORE TAGS BELOW

More tags: short smut, knotting, pregnancy (are you surprised I have a breeding kink after I told you I'm a cum slut?), body horror implied?? (Not detailed but he has to get legs somehow...)

Knowing it wouldn't be long before you could only visit on your day off, Luke charmed a little dove into being his personal messenger so he could at least hear second-hand how you're doing without waiting a full week. The small grey dove has visited you every morning and evening since the sun started setting earlier in September.

You tell it all about your day and how much you miss your lover. It bestows gifts of crystal beads tied on woven grass, and in exchange, you give it bread crumbs from the bakery. It can't tell you anything from Luke, but it's an affectionate creature nonetheless — cooing and cuddling under your palm while you pet its fluffy cheeks.

Sometimes you give it a little peck hoping it can pass on the gesture. But knowing that even the bird won't be able to give him your love in a few weeks makes you yearn for him that much more when he's in your arms as he is now.

Enjoying the last rays of early October before the sun is too far to grace the earth with its warmth you sit straddled on his lap, playing with his hair and humming a song he taught you ages ago. Since the weather turned too cool to swim he's taken to holding you like this — his arms wrapped around your midriff and his ear on your heartbeat.

Where he rests against your chest you can hear him grumbling into your skin, “I dun wanna lose y’ when the foliage turns and the snow falls… I dun wanna wait ‘til the lake thaws and the birds return before I can see y’ again… hold y’ again… love y’ again…”

Pushing his fringe out of the way when he tilts his head back to find your colours, you answer tenderly, “I don't want that either, Luke… but do we have any other choice?”

“If there were a way… would y’ want that? Would y’ wanna stay together?”

“Do you mean forever?” you blink, confused.

He doesn't meet your gaze, but you catch the pink dusting his cheeks as he bites his lip and nods fervently.

“I wouldn't be able to bake honey cakes for you anymore if I was a mermaid though. Would you still love me?” you tease.

Burying his face in your neck he mumbles, “I’m not with y’ just for y’r honey…”

Usually he's the one teasing you — it's your first time seeing him so flustered, so vulnerable.

“Besides, there's no way to turn y’ into a mermaid that I know o’.”

Toying with the long stands that graze the nape of his neck you query, “So when you say stay together… do you mean there's a way for you to be human?”

When he finally lifts his head from beneath your chin, his verdant gaze is sincere — tinted with fear of rejection as he nods.

“Luke, I can't ask you to do that… You can't give up everything you know on a whim. We've been together for a while, sure, but that's nothing compared to twenty some odd years… You can't just throw it all away for the cute girl in town even if she loves you dearly… You have your royal duties, and more importantly, you can't leave Leyla behind… She still needs her big brother, Luke.”

“But it's at least four moons ‘til the lake thaws… What if… y’ forget me… or some other guy steals y’r heart…”

“Is that what you're really worried about?” you ask gently, pointlessly tucking his fringe behind one ear again.

Nuzzling back into your neck he shakes his head a little.

“I thought not. You know I cherish you too much to let that happen,” you whisper and kiss his crown.

He nods against your shoulder and squeezes your waist.

“You just don't want to be apart, is that right?”

When he hums yes you continue, “We'll be alright. You'll fall asleep dreaming of me, and I'll pass the winter remembering everything we've done together. Every day I'll wear the jewellery you've made me and wake up next to your carvings on my nightstand. You'll be in my thoughts all day long and holding me close in my heart all night. I'm sure spring will be here before we know it.”

“Promise?” he asks as he leans back to look up at you.

“I promise,” you murmur into a kiss.

“The rain’ll be comin’ next week…” Luke whispers against your lips, jade eyes unsteadily clinging to yours.

Neither of you can bear to voice the truth his words imply, and you find yourself locked in a passionate tangle of hands and tongues — trying and failing to keep your hearts from shattering.

A desperate longing to be closer than mere touch can provide drives the two of you to unite.

“What d’y think y’re doin’?” he asks in a panic as he grabs your waist to keep you from sinking any lower.

“I want you, Luke. All of you. Please?”

Caught between the desperate desire to make you completely his and feral instinct urging him on, your pleading snaps his self-restraint instantly. Capturing your mouth with his to silence you, he lowers your hips and nestles his cock inside you completely for the first time.

You can't help but whine and tremble as you adjust to the slight thickness of the knot now held within. Every tremor that shakes your body rocks your hips and nudges his tip into that sensitive spot.

“Y’ alright?” he breathes, hand around the back of your neck to keep your forehead pressed to his while his pale green hues take in your watery gaze.

“S��good,” you slur, already feeling cock drunk. “S’full…”

A satisfied chuckle rolls through his chest as he hikes up your skirt and rests his hand over the bulge his cock makes in your abdomen. Just rubbing his thumb against his tip steals your breath with pleasure.

“That’s my girl. Takin’ me so well,” he purrs as you start needily grinding down on him, mind hazy and eyes rolling back while he holds you tight to him and matches your pace.

The closer he gets the more you can feel the knot swell within you, pressing into your walls, the sweet stretch making every contraction that much more intense. Strained hisses and silenced cries replace the sound of ragged breathing as euphoria wrecks you both on a shore of ecstasy.

Your impending fate is acknowledged wordlessly while you repeat the trip to heaven and back again and again until your bodies and hearts are too spent to hold back your emotions anymore, letting crystal tears mix with your own where both roll down his cheeks.

After the rain comes the bitter wind, and soon the lake is frozen over; your dear little dove no longer brings gifts but still visits for affection and crumbs. As winter approaches snow faeries paint the world colourless, and you notice your own blossoms lack the vibrant colour they usually grace you with.

When this repeats in December you become genuinely concerned. It didn't seem possible. Just because you could make love didn't mean you could make a baby. He's not even the same species after all. There were countless times you were entwined before. Why only now that you can't be together?

As the cold, winter darkness stretches on, loneliness consumes your frightened heart. In an attempt to soothe the emptiness, you let yourself fall into reveries of warmer days.

You recite all the stories Luke told you and recall how sweet and talented he is. A tiny someone listens to you hum his songs, and gradually you come to feel like the baby might be a gift to keep you company.

The child within grows week by week, and you're grateful that your bulky winter clothes hide the tummy that starts to show by February. Soon the baby kicks and squirms, settling down only when you tell it stories about its father.

You try not to voice your fears that the father won't be around to cradle and rock the baby, that he may never be part of its life but one day a week, that yuletide will not once be spent together.

Every moment of March is painful as you count the days until he wakes. The hours of light are still too short to walk through the royal forest and back before dark, so even as the solstice comes and goes you must wait for your day off.

If you could run you would, but the ground is muddy with the softened earth under melting snow and your body tires far more easily than it used to five months ago. Time drags, as do your feet, until the moment his beauty comes into view.

Sat on the edge of the water he turns to find you before you're through the thickets. Even after all these months he can still pick out your breathing, your footfall, and your scent well before you're near.

Afraid of tripping you resist the urge to rush forward; instead falling to your knees and clinging to him the instant he's within reach.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey. What's wrong? These aren't happy tears. What's goin’ on?” he whispers into your hair before pulling you into his lap and cradling you close.

It's then that he stiffens. The weight of you in his lap being heavier than he remembers and the feeling of your figure in his arms not quite the same.

Unable to stifle your tears or command your voice to speak, you take his hand in yours instead and guide it to your swollen belly. His touch is gentle as he confirms what he suspected.

“It's okay. It's gonna be okay. Shhh. I told y’ there's a way, remember?”

“But I didn't want to make you give up your life in the water for me, Luke.”

“Y’re not makin’ me do nothin’ I didna already wanna do. I wanna be with y’ forever. I told y’ that. And the hell I'm gonna leave y’ alone with a baby. Y’re mine. I'm gonna take care o’ the both o’ y’ — no matter what it takes.”

You only nod helplessly knowing that you can’t do this alone.

Soft murmurs of his love pour forth where his lips press into your hair — how much he missed you, endless dreams spent together, memories of holding you close. Whispering low he spins a tale for your future, bright and warm, full of tenderness and safety, until his promises stem your tears.

“Just gimme a little time to sort a few thin’s out. By the new moon we’ll be walkin’ home together. Nothin’ to fear.”

Each week you visit, bringing the same honey cakes that enticed him from the water a year before. The weight in the basket is replaced by that of precious stones, gems, crystals, and gold nuggets — hopes and dreams for your new life together.

Under the watchful eye of the new moon, the night sky above as black as the depths of the lake, Luke hands a stone dagger to the only brother he trusts. A gruesome sight unfolds. The blood curdling scream that should accompany the anguish gagged and silenced.

Praying by his side all night Jin waits for dawn, watching his baby brother teeter between life and death. The blood loss, the night air, the morning dew, the shade until noon — each stole from Luke more than he expected, and by the time you find him, his lips are blue and he lay shivering in Jin’s embrace on the cold granite.

He never wanted you to see him like this. He was hoping he would be okay by the time you arrived after work so he could pass it off as an easy feat. But now that he's human he's weaker.

You bundle him up in the clothes you bought and your shawl before massaging the blood back into his limbs cautiously. If the smoke wouldn't catch the guards attention you would start a fire, but all you can do is let his head rest in your lap as his split fins continue to transform, painful and slow.

He winces often, fist clinging to your skirt, breathing shallow at times. Yet you're the only one who sheds tears —pointless though they are. You wonder if you would have agreed to this if you'd known… But the alternative is spending the rest of your lives separated by the water and the seasons.

Selfishly, you don't wish you had said no. Instead you whisper your love, your gratitude, and your promises to look after him always.

Luke returns each a hundred fold when the baby is born in July under the roof of the cottage he built just for your new family. Madly in love with his red haired, green eyed baby girl, he begs you for a second hardly a month later.

As soon as you're well enough to go out, Luke takes you back to the lake to enjoy your first picnic in over a year. Really he just can't wait any longer to show off his little pride and joy to her uncles and auntie.

She's spoiled with gifts from all seven brothers — a rattle made of reed, a bracelet of shells, and so on — but she likes her auntie's gifts best. Well worn are the little carved bears and ducks; their surface smooth and polished by years of love and play.

Enamoured with how she takes to the toys, Leyla lifts her into the water for a hug, too pleased to notice the way the baby's feet dangle in the water. At least until she feels little leafy fins graze her bare skin…💚

The end

Thanks for reading 💖

[plaguepups]

my cousin bought me a gift

[anapologethicc]

YEAHHH LET'S GO THIS WOULD BE AMAZING

@littlespoongf mehar baby u have no idea what u have unleashed upon my brain by replying back to me😌💖 i'm on a high right now because i just wrote one of the best academic essays of my life and submitted it in time! so here's a mini essay for you💕

whatever's under the cut i blame on my high and endless ability to yearn for things that idk i'll ever have ahahaha okiee love youu

now i'm imagining what the picnic would look like if we actually went on one...

would it be near a lake because then the breeze would be wonderful and would make your hair fly making you look angelic or in a park somewhere where we could pet the cute doggos that stopped by our picnic and wish we, too had pets

would it be summer where the sun would make your skin glow all red cheeked and make me wanna take a million pictures but also not look away because i wouldn't wanna miss the beauty of it all or would it be spring where i could pick flowers and tuck them behind your ear and try to brain them into your hair and would my hair be long enough for you to braid them into mine

would we bring an actual picnic basket or pack things in cute tote bags because who even owns an actual picnic basket

would we sit on one of those cliché checkered picnic mats or bring a bedsheet/or whatever we find at home because it's desi as fuck

would you be dressed in pastel colours like i imagine, maybe a soft pink, light lavender or even a mint green and would you be wearing one of those cottagecore flowly flowery dresses with delicate gold accessories sparkling under the sun

or would you be in a solid coloured top, maybe black maybe white maybe baby blue and would you pair it with a checkered skirt or maybe a flowy skirt or maybe even leather and would you be in knee high socks or knee high combats that you’ve rbed before

would i be in a very bright coloured harry styles-esque shirt and would i be confident enough to follow in her footsteps with the tits out approach and would i prioritize comfort and pick out leggings instead of skinny jeans to pair with my very worn out combat boots

or would i try to match you and do a solid coloured top, maybe white or lavender and would i pair them with my blue baggy jeans and bright coloured sneakers and would i end up wearing socks that don’t match my outfit at all (and would you lightly tease me for it)

would we co-ordinate our outfits in advance or wear whatever we wanted to surprise the other and somehow still look like we match 

would we have actual food or would we treat ourselves to a selection of fruits and baked goodies instead

HEART-SHAPED STRAWBERRIES!!!! would we have plain as well as chocolate covered ones and would we try and feed each other and end up with melted chocolate fingers because of the heat in the air and would our tummies hurt from all the chocolate we consumed or just because of the laughter and butterflies 

would we go all pink cheeked and giggly from all that pink champagne because we have bad tolerance levels or at least i do and would i become a clingy emotional obnoxious loud mess as i try and tell everyone in the vicinity that i’m having the time of my life with the prettiest girl sitting right next to me

would we have freshly baked croissants and cinnamon rolls and would i make my home-baked vanilla cupcakes that will be frosted horribly but covered in heart shaped rainbow sprinkles 

to ease my guilt (cause desserts) would i bring a large selection of fresh fruits because i love them and  hope that maybe you do too

would we have cherries and would i have the courage to bring up the can you tie a cherry stem knot with your tongue thing as a way to flirt with you

would i specially cut heart shaped watermelon pieces to stick to the theme and give myself another excuse to be cheesy and extra

would we have mandarins instead of oranges just because and would i peel them to share with you, every teeny tiny slice and would i slowly be losing teeny tiny pieces of my heart to you as time goes by 

would we have grapes and blueberries and would we fail horribly at that throwing and catching the fruit in your mouth game but die of laughter because at how bad we actually are at both throwing and catching 

after all that would we still try to convince ourselves that our tummies hurt from the laughter and not the swarm of butterflies raising hell inside

i thought long and hard about how we’d spent the rest of our afternoon

would we bring along books to read or would we listen to each others’ music

would we do one of those artsy challenge thing from tiktok or would we declare ourselves bad at art and instead write each other cute little notes to share

would we lie down and talk about our lives or would we lie down in silence as we trace each others’ features softly with our eyes and hesitant fingertips

i’m unsure about a lot of things but the one thing i’m sure of is how much you, mehar, my love, love your sleep

so it doesn’t matter what we do or don’t do, regardless of what i have planned the one thing that i will plan into our day, would be taking a nap under the sun <3

and after our day is over....

would we lay in bed at the end of the day and hide our faces in our pillows or would we become so inseparable that we’d be on call still trying to calm the storm that the butterflies have been causing in our tummies

i hope you’ve enjoyed this. or maybe i went overboard. but i’m in such a yearn-y mood today and i needed an outlet. i hope i haven’t overstepped and somewhere somehow you had as much fun on our little picnic as i did while writing this <3 also i’m so nervous to send this to you but i’m gonna do it anyway because i just have a feeling deep down that you might not hate it as much as i think you will... anyways i love you and i hope you feel as wonderful you are whatever the day or time it may be :)

[ask-pride-color-schemes]

Hiii! I’ve been looking for a gender that relates to cows, feels like being a cow yknow, but I can’t find any :( I’m considering coining my own but wanna make sure that there’s not another term for that out there lmao. Any genders you know of that relate to cows?

I found a whole bunch of genders relating to cows in different fashions, here they are for you and anyone else who might like them:

Cowgender: When your gender is soft and calm like a cow in a meadow. Coined by @oneownedfuchs on Instagram.

Cowgender is a cow-related gender or kingender that encompasses expressing oneself femininely and/or sapphic specifically and connected to cows in some way. It is a faunagender and may also be a kingender.

Cowhonum: a gender related to being a nonhuman cow; a cow-related nonhuman gender! this gender can only be used by cow nonhumans!

Bocowhonum: a gender related to being a nonhuman highland cow; a highland cow-related nonhuman gender! this gender can only be used by highland cow nonhumans!

Bullgender: Bullgender is a xenogender for cowkin that represents cows and being a cow but specifically a masc-aligned cow (bull).

Vachadi: a gender related to fluffy cows in flower meadows!

Calffectian: a gender related to cows, baby cows (calves), affection, and calf-like affection. This gender is soft, cute, and may feel like affection directed towards and/or received from cows, especially calves.

Blucowic: A gender that is connected to blueberry cows. It is much like strawberry cows, being highly like an aesthetic type gender most of the time, though it doesn’t have to be described that way.

boviplushic: a xenogender that's related to cow and sheep plushies. this gender is connected to both cows and sheep, and may also have connections to things like other farm animals or cottagecore aesthetics.

Helianbovgender: a gender related to, affected by, or connected to cows and sunflowers!

Bosgender: gender that has affinity with cattle, specifically the Texas Longhorn. It is a masculine aligned gender identity, and the flag conveys that with the horns and nostril ring. This is a flag for a gender that an alter in the system experiences, who identifies with the stoic, solitary, dry, harsh lifestyle these beautiful cattle endure.

Koegender: a gender that is small, pushy, cute and any other quality associated with calves, that is calf-like and/or connected to calves. Made with system littles and non-k1nk age regressors in mind, but can be used by anyone. May or may not be a kingender

Cowfiore: an exclusively hyper feminine gender that is associated with cows but encompasses a floral, picnic aesthetic. The gender feels modest and shy but overtly feminine.

I feel like I have seen a gender that's purely just "gender related to cows," but I couldn't find it during this search. I think that it may actually have been coined by a troll account, computerizedmogai, who has deleted now.

- Ez✨

[tsukidrama]

Hello hello! Pink anon here, I really need to get better at answering faster. I guess it feels more like a letter now? If you celebrate Easter/Passover/Ramadan, I hope you had a good weekend! If not, I say the same! I say this a lot, but I was very busy. I'm officially on spring break now, so I plan on answering much faster. Thank you for being so patient!

I noticed you have requests open, specifically for TRNT related Annie content, and I'd like to submit something! I live by the ocean and it's been really gorgeous lately, and whenever I look at it I imagine a beach date with Annie and the reader. Maybe Annie finally gets to let loose, build a sand castle, play in the water. Just something fluffy, maybe they could have a picnic. I've also thought a proposal fic would be cute in the TRNT universe, whatever works for you! Just some ideas I thought would be nice.

oh don't worry about that! it happens and life gets busy. i'm happy to hear from you as always though! i guess we do easter in my family but it wasn't much. i've been keeping it lowkey lately and trying to improve my mental health, etc, trying to become the best tsuki i can be.

aahh yes these are all good ideas for sure! and they all mesh well with the themes of the story -- once again also ideas I've had for the story i love how we are on the same wavelength about the soft annie dates.

✅ beach date request accepted!!! YES QUEEN ✅ already was planning a picnic at some point, agreed it's a very cute and fitting cottagecore idea! ✅ OHHHHH YEAH I MEAN,, I HAVE THOUGHTS ON PROPOSAL/WEDDING BUT I'M NOT GONNA POST THEM ON MAIN BECAUSE SPOILERS AND STUFF. AA. (BUT IF YOU ARE EVER BRAVE ENOUGH TO DM ME I WILL ABSOLUTELY TELL YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT ABOUT THE ANY FIC JUST SAYING)

> "Annie hasn't even hit rock bottom yet." I am very worried for her! I just want to make her some soup and cuddle up on the couch, that's it. She deserves it. Papa can have some too, he's trying his best. <

> I don't know if I've talked about "Please be... My alibi" yet, to be honest I have a terrible memory. However, I really enjoyed it, it is probably one of my favorites, despite the terrible pain. The ending hit very hard for me, the fact that Annie couldn't say "I love you," but she could write it down. I don't know if that counts as a trope, as I've only seen it a few times, but nonetheless I love it so much. I am truly, very satisfied with how that chapter went, and I'm very much looking forward to the finale. <

ghgjgkgh yeah.. honestly she really needs some cuddles and soup. poor thing has really been going through it lately. i'm in kind of a rut right now - normally writing TRNT clears my skin and waters my crops but this sad chapter (9) is killing me. and the thing that sucks about being the writer is that I'm sitting here rolling on the floor crying by myself bc i don't wanna spoil, and by the time i post the chapter I'll have gone through the 5 stages of grief already. TRNT IS HARD TO PROCESS ALONE 💔

YOU HAVEN'T YET SO I'VE VERY HAPPY TO HEAR A LIL REVIEW FROM YOU, THANK YOU DEAREST 💕 I LOVE YOUUU ugh... poor baby. she's so repressed that i don't think she could ever bring herself to say it out loud pre-crystal. part of the PAAAAAINN is the fact that in please be, it's meant to be a little questionable if the note is just a lie that gets reader to keep quiet. some of the thoughts that you're left with at the end about doubting Annie are intentionally there to make y'all doubt. sorry sorry sorry she loves us sooo so much in reality but i've got to give reader the emotional damage she's got by the time TRNT rolls around. SORRY!

> I agree with what you wrote about SNK being deeper than what a lot of people understand about it. You really have to consider the fact that characters don't just "do" things, they were written to do things, by someone that has their own motives and reasons. In order to really understand it, you have to dig deep. I especially agree with that "challenge as a writer" statement, having a canon like SNK really adds to the experience of writing for these characters. <

ohhh hell yes, pink anon coming up here being all philosophical and shit! this is what i like to see. i know that everybody likes to say that they know their faves better than the creator but when it comes to snk.... i tend to believe the stans. the interpretations of people who care about the characters are sooo much better whatever bullshit the loud ignorant masses like to spout on twitter or reddit or whatever crap the ending offers.

yes! completely agreed. writing for snk canon is unparalleled and so when people choose NOT to write in it,, i'm kinda just like. why? canon is so fun, maybe it's intimidating though. that's WHY it's fun! i know you get it!

> Calling Part 3 the "mother of all angst" doesn't exactly comfort me, but I feel like I'm prepared! I have my tissues and my notes app open, just in case I feel so sad I have to write some fluff. <

> On a slightly angstier note, I'd like to say that the song "Harbor" by Clairo, really reminds me of Annie and the reader in TRNT, though I hope they get a better ending than whoever the song is about. The whole album's aesthetic really fits the whole "Cottage-canon" in my opinion. <

yyyeyeeaaaaaahhhh it's going to be quite bad. unfortunately it'll probably still take me a while to write, at least another month or so. but an attempt is being made!! i think about it all the time.

awww man, that is really sad. i do see what you mean! the vibe of the song does really fit the vibe of TRNT, minus the unrequited love of course. everybody cares SO much there's just miscommunication at first. i know i'm writing slow as fuck but TRNT is going to get a lot happier in the overall story

> Happy spring, <

Pink Anon

> (P.S. Recently I've been watching this show called "The Wilds" in my free time, when I'm taking a break from school and writing, and I feel like you would really enjoy it. There are a lot of conflicted characters, and I'm really liking it so far. Just a recommendation!) <

happy spring! sorry that this took me a while to respond to, I've just been kind of overwhelmed and distracted. it's always so good to hear from you. i hope you're doing well 💕💕

ohhh i've seen that advertised! mars works a lot this week and i'm looking for new things to watch so i may take it up! you do know how i like my conflicted characters

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HEY HEY HEY @shirari TOOK ME THIS LONG BUT I GOT YOUR MATCHUP DONE WOOHOO HERE YOU GO the ask deleted so im just gonna paste the information below the cut

Hiya! I'm [Hikari] :) My pronouns are she/her. September Virgo and INFP-T. I prefer a male as my s/o I describe myself as an understanding individual no matter what situation. Even the bare minimum, I would bombard questions about the small matter lol. I lack showing emotions, but I do occasionally and it's very random. Overall, I'm a very supportive friend who doesn't have many opinions. You want to do it? Go for it. Unless it's something illegal then I'll call the police lol. I like drawing, obviously. I also LOVE reading some good fanfics or actual books. I stream kpop music videos while I do my business as well. My friends describe me as kind, quiet and mysterious. They also say I'm quite talented and smart. I tend to have a soft spot for people who share the same interests as me. They know art and tend to have the same music taste as me. An extroverted boyfriend would be a good dynamic for me as an introvert. I like someone taller than me, should be no problem cuz I'm short at the height of 5'1 wnnjskaks If anyone judges me for liking BTS and haikyuu, please get out of my life. I'm so done with you. Random fact? When being in a relationship with me, it also means dealing with the most questionable things at 2am. I'm weird. My aesthetic is soft girl, cottagecore and Gothic! Favourite song is Celebrity by IU Colour I would describe myself with is Blue or pink Favourite artist. Like I said, BTS lol

sooo i talk more about why later, but I'm going to match you with...

Oikawa Tooru!

How It Started

This is a real y/n moment here but y’know its really cute so i love it

Yes im doing this

You were the one person that wasn't constantly all over him

And he didn't know how to feel about that (so he decided to make you fall for him while also falling for you in the process)

He was like “yeah all these girls that absolutely adore me? I want the one that doesn’t care”

It was less you didn’t care, you just didn't wanna get in the way because so many other girls were interested him

You assumed you had no chance

Until he was leaving chocolates in your locker

Roses, never signed from anyone

But it seemed almost daily you were finding more things in your locker

(Thank Mattsun, he helped)

One day you were after school for some club thing that only ran like once a month

He didn't know this

So he was at your locker after practice, around the same time your club was over

You’d forgotten a book you needed for homework in your locker

And he was there, sliding a love note in your locker

You saw him and he saw you and the both of you just

Stared for a moment

He was shocked and flustered and had no idea what to say

So (more awkward than you've ever seen him act) he walks up to you and hands you the letter

Smiles (while his face is BRIGHT red) and just walks away

Just know that he started SCREAMING when he got outside and Mattsun, Makki, and Iwaizumi barely had any idea what he was saying because he was so embarrassed

Shocked and embarrassed yourself, you read the note to see what he was freaking out about

And it read (bc I’m a sucker for writing love notes)

“Hi, Hikari,

It’s been...way too long and I havent found the words to say this yet. I hope this doesn’t seem weird or anything. It probably is. Sorry about that.

But I've taken a bit of a liking to you over the last couple weeks, and I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me this weekend? I was going to make some sandwiches and we can have a picnic at the park, if you want! If that’s not your idea of a good time, no worries, we can do something else!

Anyway, I--yeah, here’s my number. I won't take offense if you say no. Really, no worries! Have a great rest of your day!

~Oikawa Tooru”

To say you were now even more shocked was an understatement

Btu here you were

Reading a love letter

From mr. pretty-boy-of-seijoh

Oikawa tooru himself

Now what??

No, now you go on the date and you have fun and then marry him

General Headcanons

Can i tell you how much he loves you like seriously

You probably tease him about his confession and then he gets all embarrassed about it

But then pulls some suave line about how he’s glad he did it anyway because he loves you

Now its your turn to be a little embarrassed

The team loves you almost as much as they love iwaizumi

Because you’re known as the oikawa wrangler

And its funny as hell

But yeah the first years don't really know how to talk to you but they think you’re cool, the second years are happy oikawa shuts up when you tell him to, and makki and mattsun LOVE YOU

Like legit

And theyre constantly trying to pull you into their shenanigans

And they get the Dad Look from Iwa like “leave her alone she’s here to watch the practice game not be your accomplice” and they get frowny and go do something else

But back to tooru

He’s very elaborate and perfectionistic in what he does

In everything he does

Which means when he plans dates, you know it’s going to be fun

When your birthday is coming up, he makes a HUGE deal out of it

Even the little things he does are always calculated and thought about beforehand because he wants to make sure he’s the best boyfriend possible for you

Sometimes that means that hes going to stress himself out and you have to remind him you love him for him, not for a facade, but still

All the gifts

So many gifts

Specifically food

They're not even all from him

Takeru thinks you're super cool and will make you things from time to time (you have so many pasta necklaces from him) (and pictures he drew)

Tooru’s sister makes you things from time to time

Like if tooru is babysitting and she knows he and Takeru are going to see you, she’ll make cookies to bring along

Safe to say the whole Oikawa family loves you a l o t

Tooru himself, though, buys you a lot of stuff too. Sometimes its a keychain he thought was cool, other times it’s extra food because he technically bought it for him but he got some extra so that you could share

Sometimes he goes a little more elaborate but usually he just likes giving little things that will remind you of him

Totally lets you wear his jersey

Like makes comments about it

Leaves it out for you

Wants you to wear it tbh

He thinks you look so good w it like expect this man to d i e the first time you wear it

Gives you his alternate jersey for games because he wants you to wear it

Calls you every pet name in the book (that youre comfortable with)

Like

You rarely hear him actually say your name

Its very very uncommon

Instead its just “sweetheart” “darling” “dearest” “angel” “love of my life” “cupcake” yes he would 100% call you cupcake

Seijoh loves you, they really do, they just hate that their captain becomes to irritating and just lovesick when he’s not with you

Bottom line he’s a simp

Tell him you love him, give him a kiss, he’s yours forever

A Date With Oikawa

I don't know how you feel about this because some people love it and others hate it with a burning passion

But bear with me here

We know how stressed out oikawa gets

And besides volleyball

I think he does coloring books

Like he just has piles of them in his room with a crap ton of pencils and markers and pens

So one day he’s stressed but you guys were supposed to have a at-home date

So he just tosses his coloring books on the floor and his like gallon sized freezer bag of colored pencils

And says "i need a distraction we’re doing this today” and you two just do that

Eventually he gets to talking a little about why hes stressed out and overall its really fun to just

Vibe in the quiet

He puts on music or smth

But yeah coloring books i think this would genuinely be a fun date

Zodiac/MBTI

So all three of these guys (pair + runners up) are super compatible for zodiacs AND theyre your perfect matchup for MBTI (all being ENFJ or ENTJ), so safe to say, you’re doing pretty well. I picked tooru because a) you love him b) i thought the vibes would work the best.

Aesthetic

Playlist

You guys give me very,,,sweet acoustic vibes. Not slow songs but like Peaceful I like it (also i don't think i've listened to this much kpop in my life while writing this wow--not that that's bad thing it's beautiful i just never got into it before)

Way Back Home - SHAUN with you - The Rose Don’t Wanna Cry - SEVENTEEN Butterfly - BTS Vacation - Gaeko

Runners Up

Futakuchi Kenji, Sawamura Daichi

[fairytsuk1]

sweet cream (f)

part of the autumn experiences collection.

pairing: tsuyu asui x reader

genre: fluff

words: 1.2k

summary: join me, let’s soak in the sun and act like fairies.

prompt: nature

     There's an anxious feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach; it's cold and makes you wanna rush to the bathroom. But the warmth of Tsuyu's hand makes up for it, your friend.

     You take a quick glance at her, and your lips quirk up into a smile. You're practically one of Pavlov's dogs when it comes to her. She keeps taking you on the overgrown but charming path, in some neck of the woods that, of course, only she'd be familiar with.

"Well, uh...where are you taking me again?"

     She blows a breath out of her nose, a behavior you've grown to recognize as her feeling happy before she tenderly squeezes your hand.

     "A picnic. Don't tell me you forgot?"

"No! That's not it! I was just...n-nevermind!"

     Curse your stuttering and inability to stay calm about your long-time crush. You couldn't help it, you loved the frog girl. She was so kind and ready to help if needed, a level head in a time of crisis, and most importantly...she was always there for you if you needed it. That was what made her unique. She was a good friend, and as much as you wanted to hold her in your arms and never let go--you couldn't.

     Your heart started to pound at the thought of it, and you cursed Eros and Cupid for inflicting those feelings upon you in this lifetime. At the very least, the path chosen was a good one. The earthy smell of dirt and green leaves was calming, bringing you peace. You were sure you needed to get outside anyways as there were only so many times a person could listen to Denki Kaminari's knock-knock jokes before going crazy.

     The light crunching of leaves under the two pairs of feet made for a very serene, dare you say, sapphic environment.

"What do you think of cottagecore? The pictures I sent earlier?"

     She laughs openly then.

     "Well, I think that's something we can afford to think about in the near future. As long as we're still close to the city, we're heroes, you know?"

"I didn't say it had to be about us! I was just sending them because I thought they were cute!"

     "Watch your step," she calmly steps in a smooth rock in the middle of rushing water before crossing to the other side. Her hands part from yours, but not for long as she reaches over for you to take it once more, "we're almost there, kero."

     Her hands dwarf yours, a part of her quirk, you assume. There's no mistaking it, though. The comfort it brings you is like a drug-induced high. Your blood pressure lowers, and all anxious feelings swirl up and away. All that's left are the butterflies that take up your stomach space instead.

     You two continue in silence, occasionally stopping to peer at the wild mushrooms that bloomed, even some red ones that Tsuyu claimed, "looked like your face."

"What if this is like a little red riding hood story? Are you sure you aren't leading me to a wolf?"

     "I don't want you to die, Y/N-Chan. That'd make for a heartbreaking story. We're here."

     You open your mouth to retort that being a hero would have the same ending, but you're cut off by the beauty of it all.

     It was as if the trees had bent backward to make room for the ferocious wildflowers that wished to take up space. There were a few brushes, a wonderful shade of green that matched Tsuyu's aesthetic perfectly. Wild mushrooms that felt like they'd been placed by fairies sat in clusters, adding to the mystical feeling of it all. But the most remarkable sight was the flowers. Pink, white, and yellow sparkled all over the clearing, reaching high to the sky and some sticking to the fertile soil. 

     It felt as if you'd walked into a fairy-tale. There was no way this place was real. It wasn't soiled by humanity's indulgence of alcohol and typical trashing, but pure and undisturbed. For a second, you almost wondered if you should turn back, worried you were intruding on something intimate.

     "This is my favorite spot. It's beautiful, right? Sometimes animals come and wander, it's so…"

     You agreed with her; there were simply no words to describe it. Unfurling the blanket poking out of the basket, she walked pointedly in spots that wouldn't damage the greenery before laying down the traditionally checkered blanket. You followed, feeling as though every step you took, the plants beamed at you with hellos and smiles.

     Of course, that was impossible unless they were magic flowers. Nonetheless, you hoped that when you returned to the afterlife, it looked as peaceful and as beautiful as this. You sat down on the blanket across from Tsuyu and smiled. It felt like you could cry; what was all this? Is this considered a date?

"Shall we eat?"

     "Kero!"

     Ah, sweet cream with strawberries all on top of deliciously fluffy milk bread. It was your favorite sandwich, no matter how much of a dessert it practically was. The soft cream made you laugh when you took a bite. Two girls sat in forest land, eating sweet cream sandwiches. One of which was in love with the other. It genuinely felt fictional.

"If I'd known you'd made all of this, I would have brought something for us to have together!"

     Tsuyu wiped her mouth and looked downwards, a slight frown appearing on her face. 

     "Do you know why I brought you here?"

"...No."

     She mulls over the consequences of her possible actions before shifting till she's right next to you. The white skirt she wore contrasting your blue jeans and making you hot under the collar.

     "This place makes me happy. I've never brought anyone to it before; I hardly come here myself! I want it to look as good as it did when I first saw it. I trust you, though. So I know you'll be kind to it."

     You dryly swallow and look at her eyes to the scene around you.

"Tsu, I don't think I understand…"

     "What I'm saying is that I love you. You make me happy, and I wanted to put the two most beautiful things I've ever seen together."

     It's silent except for the wind that picked up its ferocity.

"Huh?"

     Tsuyu looks at you with cherry cheeks, she said she loved you. What do you mean, huh? What are you saying?!

"..."

     There is nothing that could describe the joy you feel at that moment. You lock eyes with her and see the move you could make, like chess. It's now or never.

     She tastes like sweet cream and squeaks when you run your tongue against her bottom lip. You should have asked, you wonder and move to pull away. She loves you, but that didn't mean anything…

     "Come back," she whispers before holding your jaw tenderly and bringing you down to her level again. It's not a passion-filled kiss. It's sweet and loving. Tender with sparkles of joy. Those butterflies seem to manifest in your real world, flying up and about and circling you. Was she magic?

     Pulling away, you stare in awe at the girl.

"I'm a disaster."

     She giggles and chases your lips once more.

     "I know."

[candied-boys]

🍯 Honey Cakes 🍯

Luke Randolph x fem! Reader

Tags: merpeople au, lazy!Luke, happy!Luke, possessive!Luke, romance, picnics, cottagecore, finally the smut, happy ending

Part four

3,000 words

NSFW CONTENT - MORE TAGS BELOW

You won't miss anything by skipping this chapter

Tags: Smut, smut, smut! mutual virginity loss, body exploration, nervous and awkward and cute, consent is sexy, panties were not a thing until very recently, fingering, oral female receiving, he has a knot but no knotting (yet), creampie because I'm a cumslut

“Are the cakes not good today?”

You find yourself asking this more and more often over the last month.

“They're fine,” Luke answers, eyes closed where he lies on the picnic blanket beneath the hot sun drying out from the swim.

“You haven't been finishing them lately…”

“Not hungry,” comes the same cold excuse as yesterday.

“Luke, did I do something? Are you mad at me?” You've asked this half a dozen times too, but you always get the same answer.

“No.”

“Do you want me to go home now?”

You expect him to repeat himself, but the empty space hurts more than being told yes.

“Luke… what's wrong? Please just tell me…”

Hovering over him with watery eyes you plead for him to answer you, look at you, anything but silence.

You can't recall when he started being so distant, so distracted when you're together, and so much less affectionate. Was it gradual? Did it begin all at once? When did you have to start asking for a goodbye kiss instead of having to beg him to let you go home?

After nearly half a year together you've come to understand that Luke devotes himself to very little but does so with his whole being. It's clear that he would have stopped spending time with you long ago had this been merely a summer fling.

Or so you thought.

It cuts deep to think that the man who was so open with you all this time is now throwing up walls seemly bored, maybe even hoping you'll take a hint, make this easier on him and leave first.

Suddenly your vision is cut off, blinded by the sun above as you're flipped onto your back roughly.

“Fine! Y’ wanna know what's wrong?” he seethes, gaze trembling with anger like waves crashing on the shore.

“I'm crazy ‘bout y’! That's what's wrong! I want y’ to be mine and mine alone! I wanna keep y’ all to myself and never let y’ go! But I canna do that and I hate it!”

The venom in his words makes your body instinctively recoil, but the pain clouding his crystal eyes draws your heart closer. Cautiously wrapping your arms around the ones caging you to the ground, you cup his cheeks tenderly and press your forehead to his.

With his now equally watery gaze held by yours you whisper, “Luke, I am yours. I'm not going anywhere. I love you.”

Wide-eyed and rosy cheeked he stares down at you.

“Why are you so surprised? I wouldn't bake a bunch of treats, spend what's left of my wages on honey, and hike out here every day after work if I didn't want to be by your side day and night.”

“Yeah but… I'm…”

Cutting him off with a kiss you fill in the blank yourself, “Gentle, caring, dedicated, funny, sweet, relaxed, playful, strong, stubborn, brilliant, protective, sincere, affectionate, charming, and very attractive.”

“But that dunna mean nothin’ if we canna be together… I'm useless…”

“It's only for the winter,” you answer easily, tucking his fringe behind his ear to reveal those beautiful eyes in full.

“If you were a sailor or a soldier it would be no different. Couples are sometimes separated for years. I don't mind waiting a few months if it means I get to be with you again in spring. At least, if you think I'm worth waiting for too...”

His voice is hardly audible over the wind in the grass. “Are… y’ sure?”

Murmuring yes against his lips you keep him from further protest with a passionate kiss.

“Mine,” he mutters between breaths, his mouth slipping from yours and down your jaw. “I want y’ to be mine. Please…”

The heat in his gaze when he finally looks up tells you exactly what he means.

Biting your lip you ask timidly, “Is that… possible… for us? We're not exactly the same... species…”

“I think we could,” he answers low while his hands clench fistfuls of your still-damp chemise over and over.

“I've never… uh… you know…”

Stumbling over your words you glance away, but when you catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye you feel relieved. His ears are pink and he looks every bit as nervous as you feel.

“Luke,” you call quietly, drawing his bashful attention back to you. “I know you'll be gentle. I trust you.”

With his usual endearing smile he kisses your cheek — a whispered thank you hidden in its midst — before he scoops you up and sits you on his lap.

Holding you close with an arm wrapped around your ribs he begins hunting for the sensitive spot on your neck. When he has you digging your nails into his skin he continues down.

The loose shoulders of your chemise slide off easily to reveal your chest to him. With the same cheeky grin he gave you the first day you met, he holds your gaze while he takes a nipple into the heat of his mouth.

You know that turning you into a flustered mess both turns him on and gives him the upper hand, but you can't help it. He's fondled them plenty, but never seen them bare and certainly never tasted them.

Tongue busy, his broad hands are free to roam your body. His left hand enjoys the softness of the other breast while the right traces up your inner thigh to tease places he has not yet dared to touch.

But, the nearer he gets the more he hesitates. Your body is different than his and nothing he's heard about satisfying mermaids seems to apply.

Breaking from your chest, he gazes up at you from beneath long lashes, eyes half lidded with lust yet full of tenderness. A little breathless and feeling very flushed, you lean in to lay your forehead against his again, waiting for him to say what those hazy emeralds can only hint at.

“Tell me what y’ like… where it feels good… show me how to touch y’ right…”

What it is about him that draws out sides of yourself you hardly knew existed, how he makes you feel so safe, or why it's so easy to open up to him you still haven't figured out — but something about him makes you put your fears aside and do things you never would otherwise.

So, still locked with his gaze you stroke the back of his hand and begin softly, “There's a little pearl here...”

His fingers trail beneath the hem of your chemise alongside yours as you guide him.

“It's very sensitive, and it always needs attention even if… we're together as one…”

A gentle nod against your forehead is his only answer as you lay your fingers atop his to teach him how to touch. Drawing small circles, varying the pressure, and so on, he quickly discovers what makes your eyelids flutter closed.

“Feel good?” he whispers after a while of watching you shiver in his lap.

“Mhm,” you hum, bottom lip between your teeth as you try to hold onto your composure.

His low tone does little to hide his growing desperation as he asks, “Y’re gettin’ slippery. Should I touch y’ somewhere else too?”

You sneak your hand into his and lead him through honey coated folds to your entrance before guiding a digit inside. One joint, then two until he's knuckle deep; his thick, calloused finger cautiously explores your plush, velvety walls.

It's not long before the arm wrapped around your middle is cinched tight to hold you steady. His cheek leans into your hair when your head falls onto his shoulder. You can't see it, but there's a gentle arc to his lips — one drawn out by the vulnerability you're showing him.

Somewhere in the haze of impending ecstasy, a single clear thought takes form, and you suddenly chirp, “Luke, wait!”

His touch instantly pauses. His eyes fearfully lock on yours.

Mumbling timidly you ask, “Can I... touch you too?

“Oh!” he breathes, clearly both surprised and relieved. “Y’ mean mine?”

Still biting your lip, you nod eagerly. You've been wondering since March if he even had one and if so where he could possibly be hiding it. So, you watch with curiosity as his swollen length suddenly pops up next to your thigh from a subtle grove between his hips.

From how much bigger he is in height and weight, the size itself isn't shocking. What catches your attention instead is how glossy it is — dripping with a silky essence similar to your own.

Noting your surprise he asks shyly, “Is it… different… than what y’ expected?”

“Uh, well, I've never seen one so I… uh… can't compare… but I've never heard of men being dewy like this,” you answer honestly, and draw your fingertips through the honey-like substance.

Gnawing at his bottom lip, he barely stifles a groan as you let your thumb slide up the thickly ribbed underside to his tip.

“It helps with friction… so the slick dunna get washed away underwater,” he explains after taking a shakey breath.

Humming with interest you wrap your fingers around his girth and let your fist slip down to the base where two little pear-shaped orbs lay beneath the skin on either side. His long hair falls from his face as his head tilts back in pleasure.

“Is it sensitive here?” your query, gliding the hard bulbs up and down under the skin.

“The knot? Yeah, o’ course.”

“Knot?” you tilt your head quizzically. “Is that where the seed is kept?”

“Nah — the sack is inside for most water creatures like us. Do humans not have knots? It y’know…” he pauses awkwardly. “Prevents the water from... I guess y' wouldna have to worry about that on land, huh?”

You simply shake your head, never having heard of such a thing, and continue teasing him until his cheeks turn pink and his breathing grows ragged. He's always been beautiful, yet something about watching him dissolve at your touch makes his features that much more exquisite — the furrow of his brow, the swell of his bitten lip, the colour of his flushed skin. It was hard enough to believe he's real. It's even harder to believe he's yours.

Burying his face in your neck, he takes up where he left off touching you as if to distract himself. His hot breath fans across your collarbone — every hitch and hiss telling you just how to grip his length.

But such intuitive signs become a challenge to track when he slips a second digit into your pulsing heat. Just keeping your hand stroking his cock is almost more than you can manage. Soon you can't stop your hips from moving of their own accord, bucking into his hand while he curls into that sweet spot on the front.

As he nudges you closer and closer to the edge, your arms instinctively wrap tight around his shoulders to let you stifle the cries seeping forth by hiding in the crook of his neck.

“Wanna hear y’r voice,” he rasps next to your ear, the pads of his fingers building a heat in your core like you've never managed on your own.

The need in his tone is what slashes the tethers keeping you from falling apart, but silence is all that escapes you — every muscle strung out as the orgasm rips through your body.

Luke cradles your shaking form to his chest, stroking your back until you're soothed of all tension. When you can finally lift your head, a fevered kiss is your reward.

His usually soft drawl is husky as he murmurs between kisses, “Do y’ know… how long I've wanted… to see y’ come undone in my arms like that… hear y’ cry… make y’ say my name?”

Still breathless you murmur back, “We can't be loud, Luke. Sound carries over water. If it echoes off the mountain the guards could hear.”

A darkness settles in his eyes when you deny him the thing he wants most of all, and the next second he's stripped you of your linen chemise and plunged you both into the water. Skin still hot from his attention, you squeal as you're enveloped by the cold, but you don't even have the chance to ask where he's taking you before he's swum over to the waterfall.

Ducking through the cascade and into the hidden alcove behind, he growls next to your ear, “No one’ll hear nothin’ from in here. I'll be the only one who gets to listen to y’r pretty voice. So, y’ gonna be a good girl this time and lemme hear?”

His near threatening tone has you burning up once more, and the cool waves lapping at your skin are hardly enough now that the last barrier between you has been left on the shore.

In the centre of the cavern he's the only thing you have to hold onto, and he knows it. Captive as you are, his hands are free to roam every inch of your bare skin just as he’s longed to.

You can't seem to help the whimpers and whines that drip from your lips when his rough fingertips trace down your neck and spine so gently. Nor can you restrain the little gasps at each new touch.

“Mmm, that's better.”

Maybe it's because you're already so sensitive, or maybe it's the satisfied hum that rolls through his chest — but he has your whole body on edge and desperate for more.

Pulling back to find his gaze, you're met with a faint green glow, the lust tainting his eyes all the more vibrant for his half-lidded expression.

Capturing his mouth with yours as if you might rein in his fervour, you instead find his kisses dipping lower and lower; across your collarbone, down the middle of your chest as he sinks into the water, and from your bellybutton to your core.

One hand on each thigh he wraps them over his shoulders, then takes a firm hold on your hips before drawing a stripe through your folds with his tongue.

The darkness of the cave swallows his figure beneath the surface, freeing you from the haunting glow of his eyes. Uninhibited by his demanding gaze, you let your body take complete control.

Your fingers find their way into his silky hair and grip harder with every shudder he inflicts while his strong hands hold you fast by the waist so he can rock you against his mouth until the tension snaps like whiplash.

You have to beg him to stop when he continues teasing you with his tongue long after you've fallen from heaven.

“Better than honey,” he purrs while licking his lips when he surfaces. “Y’ got one more for me?”

Already dizzy and overstimulated though you are, you nod your head. With that gentle smile you adore he kisses your crown and hugs you close under his chin, stroking your back and legs as you gradually relax in his arms.

“Here, turn ‘round,” he breathes against your hair, and gently cradles your back against his chest when you do.

“But I can't see you like this, Luke,” you pout and look over your shoulder.

His height lets him adjust you in his arms easily so that he can hold your gaze. Smiling down he kisses you tenderly.

“I'm right here. This way I can stay shallow and still hold y’ close. I dunna want y’ to get hurt.”

Returning his smile you nod and reach back to run your hand through his beautiful hair.

His one arm crossed over your chest to press your shoulders into him, the other guides his tip through your slick folds. It slips in painlessly and you're grateful for his patience in preparing you.

“Are you okay, Luke?” you ask up when his eyes immediately clamp shut and his head falls into the crook of your neck. “Am I hurting you?”

His shaggy locks graze your skin as he shakes his head languidly. “Just feels so good,” he pants. “to finally be this close… It's hard to resist…”

You know you don't want to hold back anymore, and truthfully you don't want him to either after months of just touching and kissing.

“I want you, Luke. I want all of you to be mine. Please, let yourself give in…’’

“Nuh-uh. I'd ruin y’ so bad y’ wouldna be walkin’ home for days,” he growls and nips your ear.

Feeling you tense in his arms he chuckles and kisses your temple. “So lemme take my time. I wanna enjoy this nice 'n slow, feel every shudder, know that it's me makin’ y’ feel good, hmm?”

Meeting his gaze over your shoulder you lean into his palm now cupping your cheek. With a gentle tilt to your chin he begins kissing you again, slow and deep. His other hand stays wound around your hips, locking you against his torso so he can keep his tail between your legs.

Starting with slow thrusts, his cock nudges deeper little by little. It doesn't take much before you can feel his tip pressing against your limits. You can't resist letting your head fall back on his shoulder when he starts hitting spots that have never been touched.

The way his fingers work your clit so gently while his ribbed underside brushes against your swollen walls over and over is like nothing you ever imagined your body could feel.

Forever and yet hardly a minute later, you're close to freefall again. With each roll of his hips into yours he's getting closer too. Face is buried in your neck, you hear Luke begging you softly.

“Wanna cum together… just wanna feel y’ hold me close… please…”

Slurring yes and crying his name, you give into the overwhelming pleasure and drag him with you into delirium. The feeling of his seed — hot, then smooth where it slips and slides with every thrust — keeps you riding the wave of ecstasy longer than any of the previous times.

Cradling you as close as possible while still buried in your warm depths he murmurs against your skin, “I love y’ so much I never wanna let y’ go.”

Part Six

[strayfreckles]

— ten questions tag!

tagged by: @thenopenguin! thank you, love!

rules: answer the ten questions, write your own and tag ten people!

↳ what’s something that may seem small to others but has given/gives you a lot of happiness?

when somebody shows me something because it reminds them of me. i don’t care if it’s just a meme i will turn soft because holy heck someone actually cares enough to remember me?? wild

↳ what song(s) do you listen to when you really want to cry?

two slow dancers by mitski, ribs by lorde, and with a smile by eraserheads :’)

↳ what song(s) would you dance to at 4am?

i think we’re alone now by tiffany and mamma mia by abba (the classics are bops™)

↳ fictional character you relate to the most?

jiang cheng from cql/mdzs because i, too, am done with everything going on around me.

↳ what’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?

i was stuck in a massive pit filled w puppies and cats and i couldn’t move, i had it when i was nine and i still can’t get it out of my head.

↳ if you had to, what fictional world would you choose to spend the rest of your life in?

the ghibli world !! more specifically kiki’s delivery service because imagine how rad it would be if every town/city had magical witches & cute pets as a companion <33

↳ if you could ask your guardian angels to tell you truthfully about what they think of you, would you?

sure! (i’d also want to know if they ever wish they’d watch over another person instead skndkjed)

↳ what aesthetic would you not mind for your life to be in?

cottagecore, babie !! pressed flowers + quaint picnics + a small house all to yourself in a field? sign me tf up !!

↳ a habit you often catch yourself doing

i whistle. a lot. which is weird because i can’t even do it properly lmao

↳ something about yourself that you think you deserve a little credit for

tbh, being good at improvisation is the only thing i pride myself in lol. when something goes wrong i always somehow find a way around it, and it always goes okay so 😗

— my questions:

do you have any comfort films/books/series? | what is your go-to movie rec? | what was the last thing that made you smile? | favorite album? | your favorite season? | favorite childhood memory? | any opinions on pineapple on pizza? | your favorite thing about yourself? | what song would be played if you were the main character in a coming-of-age film? | if you could become a mythical creature, what would it be?

tagging: @moonblssm @straykits @sungieshines (please ignore if you don’t wanna do it!)