#Sometimes some blogs make me fall in love and make my heart flutter on beauty and vibes alone.

[rxmye]

Remember seeing a blog so pretty that I literally fell in love, and girl stopped uploading immediately after I followed.

[megalony]

My Beloved

This is a Morpheus (Sandman) imagine, I know its been a while since I’ve written for Sandman but I am getting back into it so any requests would be lovely.

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Summary: When (Y/n) isn’t well, Morpheus comes to the waking world to take care of his beloved.

Enjoy.

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A soft smile fluttered on Morpheus' lips when he watched (Y/n)'s eyes slowly begin to open. He leaned a little further back into the sofa that seemed to swallow him whole, and continued in his administrations of carding his fingers through her hair. It was a new habit he had acquired when he realised the action was a good remedy for helping (Y/n) to sleep.

It wasn't very often that Morpheus found himself in the waking world, he could conjure up dreams, entice people to sleep and keep an eye on all of his creations from his own realm of the Dreaming. But sometimes his work brought him into the waking world and sometimes he just fancied a wander through.

With (Y/n) around, she was more of a reason for him to be in this world rather than his own.

He should have gone back to his realm a while ago but he simply hadn't found it in himself to leave her yet. (Y/n) was like a drug Morpheus was addicted to and being away from her was like going through withdrawal.

"Did you like your dream?"

Morpheus couldn't help but indulge himself just a little.

He never got to ask humans what they thought of his creations, he didn't see their reactions when they woke up and how they acted in his realm didn't always give away what they thought. The humans always believed dreams to be of their own creation, they inadvertantly took credit for Morpheus' ideas and even if his creations were sometimes based around each human's experience, they were still his own making.

Now that Morpheus had (Y/n), he could pry into her thoughts and find out what aspects of his creations she loved and which ones needed improving on.

It did get hard.

Even if Morpheus was weak at the knees for (Y/n), he had to remain objective in his work. She had to experience nightmares and bad memories and some tough worlds in the dreaming because he couldn't favour the one he loved and be responsible for her lack of inspiration and motivation in the waking world.

"It was beautiful, I wish I had wings like hers."

(Y/n)'s voice was laced with the last remnants of dream and her eyes were desperate to close and go back into the best world she had seen so far.

If she was being honest, (Y/n) couldn't quite remember all of the dream which happened to most people and with the best kind of dreams, they faded away to keep the magic for the next sleep. But she remembered the beautiful creature she had seen dancing in front of her eyes with wings the size of cars that resembled bubbles with all the glimmering colours and see-through patches. And the feeling of falling just at the end of the dream- something (Y/n) knew Morpheus couldn't control- just made it all the more exciting.

"You don't need wings, you're already exquisite."

With the last of the dream fading in the back of her mind, (Y/n) slowly sat up, realising she had fallen asleep on her lover's lap and he hadn't had the heart to move her. How long had he stayed there as her personal cushion, waiting for her to wake up? She hoped he hadn't been waiting long or been uncomfortable.

She could see his pasty skin lighting up with a faint pink blush that blossomed up his neck and onto his pale white cheeks when she slowly hooked her legs on either side of his hips and perched on his lap. (Y/n) turned her cheek to rest on his shoulder and draped her arms around the back of Morpheus' neck, smiling into his black shirt when she felt his arms slowly coiling around her hips.

Morpheus wasn’t used to lovers being close or touchy with him and after nearly a century in a glass dome, cut off from everyone and every touch, things felt different. He realised just how touch-starved he had been for the last century and it made him want to make up for lost time. He was desperate for contact and love and closeness and soft kisses or someone's skin to be close to him- for (Y/n), to be close to him. That wasn’t who he was before he was captured.

When he pulled her closer so their chests were touching and there was no longer a small slither of a gap between them, (Y/n) smiled. She could feel him breathing in her scent, his nose tickled her forehead where he pressed a soft, slow kiss to her temple.

"I'm afraid I must go soon, my beloved. It's almost dark out."

(Y/n) couldn't help the pout that formed on her lips and she tightened her arms around his neck. She wished she had woken up earlier so she could have more time to hold him like this.

The night was just beginning and that meant Morpheus' day was only just starting. There weren't half as many people who slept during the day as there were the rest who slept at night. Morpheus could be anywhere during the day time and conjure up a few worlds for people to idle in and visit with their messed up sleep schedules or a few little valleys for those who were having a short nap.

But when the sun set behind the clouds and the darkness started to creep around the corner, that was when the real magic began. And the best place for Morpheus to be was in his realm or out in the streets, he had millions of people to serenade and pull into his world and he had to keep them occupied and on their toes or else if he didn't have their full attention, they would slip back into the waking world.

"Can I come with you?"

Lifting her head from off his shoulder, (Y/n) pressed her lips to his forehead and moved her hands to cup his face between her palms, something she knew drove him crazy. He loved when she would rest her forehead against his, their noses brushing like they were now, and their gazes interlocked like thousands of stars joining together in the midnight sky.

"If you were feeling well I would bring you with me, darling. Go back to sleep, I'll conjure up another world for you and when you wake, I will return."

In any other circumstance, Morpheus would indulge (Y/n) and never deny her request to come back to his realm. But she wasn't well, it was why she had been dreaming with his creations for most of the day and why Morpheus had stayed with her for almost all of the day. If (Y/n) stayed in his realm, he would sense her while he was working and he would know when she came back to the waking world and he would visit her then.

"I wish you didn't have to go." Even as she spoke, Morpheus could see she was halfway back to his world already and it only made his soft smile widen.

With one arm still around her hips and the other hand moving to cradle the back of (Y/n)'s head, Morpheus slowly turned them round and laid (Y/n) down on the sofa on her back. He hovered over her, leaning between her legs that were still wrapped around his hips as if to make sure he didn't escape without her consent.

His fingers tangled in her locks at the back of her head as he squeezed the flesh of her hip before he kissed her softly. He could feel how warm she was, heat was radiating off of her and flooding the room with warmth that was buzzing through his skin. But the way (Y/n) tightened her thighs on his hips and tried to pull all of his weight onto her made a groan scratch against the back of his throat.

She was making it impossible for him to leave.

"I'll be back soon, you need to rest. Now, sleep."

He didn't need dust when his voice was so addicting and intoxicating that it had (Y/n)'s eyes closing and her mind was hooked on each little world he spoke. She felt his words softly against her temple before a burning kiss simmered against her skin.

Then he was gone, and she was asleep.

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He didn't want to wake her.

For over twelve hours, Morpheus had felt (Y/n)'s presence in the back of his mind. He had felt her instantly fall into his realm, then wander and drift before he finally felt her settle into an old dream he had waiting for her. A small valley with a river flowing through that he knew (Y/n) had been laying beside while he was out making sure the rest of mankind found their place in his realm.

Now, as he walked back into her apartment and found (Y/n) in the exact spot he had left her, he debated whether he should wake her or leave her be in her dream. After all, he had told her to rest and that was exactly what she was doing. But when Morpheus bent down beside her and pressed a small kiss to her temple, he felt a sudden urge to wake her. She was burning a fever.

With how long she had slept during the afternoon and on and off throughout the night while he had been gone, Morpheus decided (Y/n) had slept for long enough. He needed to wake her and rid her of her fever before she felt any worse.

"Love, wake up." With a small brush of his fingers, Morpheus carded his fingers through the soft wisps of hair hanging around the sides of (Y/n)'s face, delicately placing them back behind her ear. Even with just a small action like that, he could feel the sweat dripping off his fingertips from her burning hot skin that was flushed.

A small murmur bubbled past (Y/n)'s lips and she leaned into the touch delicately dancing across her forehead like a cold bag of ice was slowly swaying above her.

"Dream... I thought you were leaving?"

"I did, and now I've returned to see you've gotten worse."

How had he gone and come back so quickly? (Y/n) could have sworn she'd closed her eyes for a few minutes, maybe dozed off for an hour, not nearly long enough for him to go do a full night's work and come back again. But when her eyes tried to open, she was scorched by the sun slowly creeping up into the sky and dazzling light through the living room window.

Had she gotten worse? All she did was doze off for a while, it didn't feel like she was any worse than how she felt earlier- yesterday, or whenever it was. (Y/n) could still hear Dream's voice in the back of her mind, telling her he would come back and asking her to go to sleep while he left her. She didn't even feel him slip out of her arms as she went into the dream he created for her.

Morpheus didn't know what to do, he wasn't used to suffering from any ailments himself and it had been so long since he'd taken care of someone who was ill. But he didn't like how hot her skin was to touch or how she was glistening with sweat from a raging fever that had appeared suddenly out of nowhere.

He didn't suppose holding some ice or something cold to her skin would do that much to take her fever down. Maybe a cold bath...

"Can you sit up, love?"

(Y/n) let her floppy arms be moved at Morpheus' will and let him hook them around his neck so he could hold her hips and gently pull her up.

"Are we going somewhere?"

A soft hum passed through his lips and he loved to perch on the edge of the sofa before he reached into the pocket of his trench coat. Morpheus paused in his movements for a moment when (Y/n) shuffled forward a little more until she could press her face into his chest. Her cheek burrowed in against his soft coat and her nose was bunched up in his shirt so she could breathe in his intoxicating scent.

With a handful of sand, Morpheus sprinkled it around them like glitter, using it sparingly before he closed his eyes and waited for his creation to do its magic. (Y/n) felt a soft breeze licking at her bare arms when the whirlwind feeling slowly disappated. It took a few moments for her to open her eyes and catch her bearings, but when she looked around, she realised they were back in Morpheus' kingdom. More specifically, they were on the beach on the edge of the realm.

She couldn't help but reach her hand out and drag her fingers through the sand they were now sitting on, it was as warm as it was soft but it wasn't damp from the shore like (Y/n) expected.

Morpheus couldn't help but smile when (Y/n) turned her face so her cheek was pressed against his shirt again like she was listening in for his heartbeat.

He kept his arms around her middle before he slowly started to stand up, gently pulling (Y/n) up with him until they were stood on the sinking sand. His arms held up most of her weight that soon fell onto his chest, but Morpheus didn't mind in the slightest. With an arm around her lower waist and the other gently cradling the back of her head, Morpheus kissed her temple before he guided them closer to the shore of the water.

The moment the water crept up (Y/n)'s ankles a shiver ran through her body that jolted through Morpheus too. The water was colder than an iceberg but it created such a funny sensation, like little teeth nipping at her feet.

"Come here," With a gentle voice that sounded so sugary sweet, Morpheus sat down in the shallow water that came up to his hips. He spread his legs so that (Y/n) could sit between them, not caring that both their clothes were going to be soaked. As long as (Y/n) felt better and her temperature went down a little, everything would be fine.

He rested his chin on top of (Y/n)'s head and kept his arms tight around her waist as she curled up so her side was tucked up into his chest and her hands were clutching at his shirt as if she thought she might drown.

For a little while, (Y/n) kept her eyes closed and focused on listening to Morpheus' heartbeat thudding patiently and calmly against her ear, drowning out the sound of the water rippling around them. When she slowly opened her eyes to take a look around, her breath caught in her throat.

Butterflies.

Small, tiny butterflies were glistening against the distant sun and had shimmering reflections on the crystal blue water. Their wings were transparant with small pink and blue lines like veins across them making them look like floating bubbles. Resembling the wings on the creature in her dreams earlier.

One butterfly came closer and fluttered so close (Y/n) could almost feel its wings fluttering against her nose before it started bobbing along just above the water.

"Are you feeling better?" As he spoke, Morpheus pressed the back of his hand against (Y/n)'s forehead, relieved to feel that she was a tiny bit cooler than she had been. The water was beyond freezing and it was turning his legs numb but (Y/n) was like a small heater bundled up in his coat and she looked like she was happily melting into him and the water.

"Much... don't leave yet, will you?"

"I'm not going anywhere, love."

(Y/n) smiled lazily to herself and closed her eyes again when she felt Morpheus' lips pressing against her hair. He started to speak, she wasn't sure what he was saying but his voice was so soothing and calm, she was sure he was telling her a story. He did that a lot when she couldn't sleep. His voice was the sound of dreams, he could speak a horror story and it would sound like a fantasy. His voice was calming and intoxicating and provoking and ruggid all at once.

It was one of the many reasons why (Y/n) loved him.

[silverofthunder]

☆ plan for us ☆ part 2

Papa Emeritus I x GN Reader

summary: Primo takes Reader to the gardens and has a little surprise for them.

! This is kind of a continuation piece for THIS, but works as a separate one, too. !

content: 815 words, fluff, romance, slice of life, SFW

Here we go again! More Primo fluff as I really need some cute stuff on my blog etc. This is kind of cliche but I love cliches so... This got a bit longer than planned but hey, I'm getting my flow back, so yay! Hope you enjoy this little piece. ♡

You were walking through the gardens with Primo, hands intertwined, anticipation bubbling within you. The sun was shining high above and the scent of flowers, summer, was almost heady. You let your gaze wander around, taking in the colourful sea of flowers as you walked along the sandy path. As always, it was so beautiful. You had walked there countless times alone and with Primo, yet the sight never ceased to amaze you.

Usually, when you were walking together, you spoke of something but this time you had been quiet for the whole time. You could sense and see that Primo was getting more nervous, his hand squeezing your hand every now and then and his palm feeling warmer and sweatier.

”Hey, old man, relax a bit,” you tried to lighten the mood and gently nudged Primo with your body. Primo rolled his eyes but you could see the faintest of smile on his lips.

”You are more nervous than usual,” you stated. ”I’m starting to think that whatever you have planned, it’s something quite big. And serious.”

”Amore…”

”Yes, I know, I’ll see it soon.”

Silence fell between you two as you continued walking along the path. Eventually you reached the spot that was one of your favorites – it was also the spot where you two had shared your first kiss. You let out a sigh as Primo stepped in front of you.

”Close your eyes.”

”Okay, what --”

”Just close them, please.”

”Okay,” you said, finally closing your eyes.

You heard Primo walking farther and soon coming back, then giving you permission to open your eyes. You did so and saw Primo holding a red rose close to you. But it wasn’t the only thing. There, in the midst of the rose petals, was something shiny and you reached out to take it, your mouth falling open when you realized it was a ring.

”Primo…” you said, staring at the ring on your hand. Then you felt a hand on your cheek and your gaze moved up, meeting Primo’s eyes.

”Amore…” he spoke softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. ”Will you marry me?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest while your head was full of thoughts as what has just happened tried to sink in. You had expected something big and serious and this surely was both.

”I… Yes, yes!” you finally gave your answer, taking the ring and slipping it to your finger. The look in Primo’s eyes softened, a proper smile rising to his lips and you just had to lean in and give him a quick a kiss. Then you took the rose that Primo was still holding in his other hand and pressed it against your nose, breathing in the scent. Primo wrapped his arms around your shoulders, leaning his forehead against yours.

”You’re such a sappy old man,” you stated softly, making Primo laugh quietly.

”All thanks to you.”

Now you understood why Primo had had some doubts. You had never really talked about marriage – at least not properly. It had been on like ’it’s possible but not necessary’ side of the things. And you knew Primo was worried about his age and your age gap sometimes. You had also had your own moments of doubts but in the end you hadn’t wanted anything to come between your happiness.

Besides, you never knew how much time you would have left, no matter what the situation was.

”I hope your not having second thoughts,” Primo finally broke the silence, pulling slightly back so that he could look at you. You sighed, shaking your head.

”No, I’m not. I just… I never thought this would happen.”

”I could say the same,” Primo said, dropping his other hand down and taking your hand – the one with the ring – in his, brushing his thumb over the ring. ”You know, I was close to not to do this but my brothers knocked some sense into me as you would say.”

A wide grin rose to your lips. ”Of course they did.”

”Sometimes they’re not that bad,” Primo admitted smiling. ”They really have a soft spot for you.”

You hummed, shrugging. ”I guess so.”

For a moment you looked at each other and then Primo pulled you in a kiss. It was slow and sweet and you couldn’t help but sigh into it. You could feel all the love and happiness poured into it and it made your heart soar. You wrapped your arms around Primo, not caring how being close to him would only make you even more warm.

When you finally parted, you smiled at Primo and then rested your head against his chest while he buried his face into your hair and whispered a soft ’I love you’ in Italian.

You repeated those words and hugged him tighter, hoping that you two had a long way to go together yet.

[lazystar]

Communication Exists for a Reason — Part 2A to Breakdowns

Summary: Jealousy sometimes isn’t the conventional route when it comes to falling into the arms of your true love. Or: The one where Jisung and Hyunjin somehow play Cupid for two idiots who can’t communicate.

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Warnings: angst, negative thoughts and depressive behaviors from both lead characters, Chan is ??? an asshole, cursing (it’s me are u shocked?), Hyunjin hero era.

Rating: 13+ | WC: 2.1K

As always Tumblr operates off a system of re blogs so if you liked the original please consider re-blogging your favorite version of part 2!

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It had been a week since Chan left, and you had barely been able to get out of bed. You tried to text him, to call him, but every time your thumb drifted over the send or call button you froze. The voice in your head was always saying “he left for a reason, you broke his heart.”. Hyunjin had been staying with you trying to encourage you to at least try to make a move to say something. But without fail you would freeze like a fawn in headlights.

Over at Jisung’s apartment Chan was no better off. That wolf he was cuddling the night he left had lost the smell of your sweet perfume. The lack of contact kept him awake. His own thoughts had told him “She didn’t reach out for a reason, she doesn’t want you, she never will.” Jisung’s heart was shattered, Hyunjin’s updates on your condition worried him immensely. He had texted you telling you to call him and you never did, which told him you were at one of your major lows. He and Hyunjin were at their wits end trying to heal you both when what you two needed was each other.

So as a last ditch effort the conspiring began, if you two sad love birds wouldn’t reunite the Kids had to jump into action. They knew Chan too well, he was irrevocably in love with you, and that meant one thing could get his sad sack self into a shower and into some new clothes. Jealousy.

On day eight of the great divide as our resident cupids called it; you had been laying in your pajamas and staring at your phone still locked up like a hermit in your apartment. Sick of your pathetic behavior Hyunjin yanked you out of your bed, forcibly shoved you into a shower and ordered you to “Get cute!”. You scrubbed off the layers of sadness, shed some tears at your state of being, and begrudgingly put on a light layer of makeup to hide the dark circles under your eyes and the dull tone your skin has become from your reclusiveness. Before you could argue about doing anything more he shoved you into a cute spring outfit of some comfortable jeans and cropped sweater. Not too extreme but you looked like you again, beautiful and vibrant. Even if it was just a front for the heartache you were battling inside. You didn’t look like a girl who had her heart stamped on by a herd of elephants but you still felt like one.

“Hyunjin care to explain what’s happening?” You grumbled as he fluttered about styling your hair.

“You my angel are going on a date. If you and him can’t get your asses up to try and reconcile then you might as well move on. I adore Chan, I really do but he is not putting in the effort on his end to make it work here!” He giddily announced.

“Hyunjin with all due respect and adoration. What. The. Fuck?! I-I cant believe you.” You whipped your head around to glare at him. As you did so he busted out laughing.

“Just kidding sweetheart you and I are going to go on a friend-date and post some pictures together and show the world you’re not deceased in a corner of self hatred. Plussss, maybe someone will slide in your DM’s and get you out of this depression over a man.” He grumbled the last word in disgust. Now Hyunjin was your best friend out of all of the boys you had come to know through Jisung and Chan, he was your true confidant in all of the things that came with the life you lived. But if there is one thing you will never understand about him it was his hatred of the male species, he seemingly forgot every once in a while that he was one of the members of that same species. Hyunjin seemed to have developed a hatred for men who would act like the “ick” personified thanks to the friendship you two had developed. Over time your personalities merged like confluence of two rivers into one mighty current of absolute chaos.

Whilst you adjusted your outfit to be instagram ready Hyunjin texted Jisung that their plan was game on. Their plan was to utilize Chan’s jealousy over Hyunjin’s friendship with you and get you two to confront each other and confess your true feelings. It was an incredibly romantic comedy style plan but what can you expect from them?

Chan was still sitting on Jisung’s couch when another one of his friends sent him a message on instagram.

SunshineFelix: Yo Chan since when are Hyunjin and Y/N a thing?

CB97: What do you mean? As far as I knew she’s single?

SunshineFelix: Check Hyun’s story.

Chan wished he hadn’t looked. If he hadn’t maybe he would still have a mostly intact heart. Sure enough before his eyes his heart was being danced on by tap dancing elephants. What broke his heart? A photo of you uploaded as a story post from @HyunjinArt posted not even 10 minutes prior, there you were smiling like the sun with your hand in Hyunjin’s looking like you were pulling him and the photo was taken from Hyunjin’s point of view. He had captioned it “Happy to be out here with my girl 💕 I missed you Bug.🐛” along with the song Ditto by NewJeans… a love song. He couldn’t help but stare at the photo, your smile warmed his heart, if he ignored the context he could almost imagine you smiling at him like that. Like you loved him too, the more he looked the more he realized he knew where it was taken. You were on your date at the local waterfront. Not even five minutes away from where he was. He bolted up, jumped into the fastest shower of his life, if he was going to say his final piece he couldn’t smell the way he did. He borrowed some clothes from Jisung and raced out the door to find you.

Meanwhile you were giggling as Hyunjin directed your posing for timeline photos. Happy to be out of the house and distracted for the few hours you had been taking photos with him.

“Y/N! Y/N! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU NOW. DON’T MOVE!” you flinched as you recognized the voice of the man you had been thinking of nonstop for days on end. You looked over to the source to see Chan barreling toward you looking terrified, enraged, dare you say infuriated? His movements were aggressive like a predator chasing its pray. Your heart raced as you tried to act completely unbothered.

You couldn’t quite tell what emotions caused him to race towards you so aggressively. All you could tell was he was acting far too emotional given his lack of communication, you were furious just seeing him. He had the audacity to interrupt your first day trying to repair the damage you both had caused to your psyche. Beyond that you were trying to find who you were before this mess had begun, and just seeing him shattered that progress. As the panting panicked male stopped before you looking all sorts of deranged you unleashed every emotion the past few days made you feel.

“Chan.You better have some good reason for showing up here of all places after going off the grid for God knows how long! You haven’t texted me, not once have you called me, not even to let me know you were alive and well?! No one would tell me a fucking thing. You’re here now so tell me, what the fuck is all this about?!” As you spoke your hands flew about emphasizing your frustrations, your sentences increasing in volume and pitch projecting your deep seated emotions. He just remained silent, not even attempting to respond as he stood before you panting and looking between you and Hyunjin with what could only be described as pure anger mixed with — was that jealousy?

“Oh sweetheart I have good fucking reason. I had to find out you turned me down not because of ‘hating me’ or whatever bullshit you gave me. But because I was right to assume you and Hyunjin were together?! I had to find out from INSTAGRAM of all fucking things too? That’s a low even for you Y/N.” He sneered, venom dripping from his lips as he said your name. You were aghast, tears flooded your eyes. you couldn’t even respond but with a glare as you told Hyunjin to go so you and Chan could talk privately. “Oh and now you’re gonna protect your little boyfriend too?” he humorlessly chuckled. You were so taken aback, sure he was a little rude at times but he never ever acted this way toward you. He never even grew close to this level of toxic behavior, and you knew this wasn’t like him.

“If we weren’t in public right now I would have taken my shoe off and beaten you with it just to smack some sense back into that thick skull of yours. Hyunjin’s my best friend, he’s another brother to me, use that one braincell you have left and think for a moment. You’ve known he’s only seen me as a friend or an annoying sister. You KNOW that he has never shown any interest in me. You even asked him about our dynamic when I moved in to make sure we could set ground rules regarding guests and he literally puked at the idea of him and I dating. So let me ask you once again… What the fuck are you on about?” Your ice cold tone terrified Chan, he may have been pushing you to the edge but he was so blinded by his emotions he couldn’t help but continue on the path he had already carved out.

“This! EXPLAIN THIS TO ME!” He shoved his phone in your face to see the post from Hyunjin and the messages from Felix. You started laughing, wiping tears that didn’t exist from your eyes. You nearly bent over to place your hands on your knees as cackles began to shake your body. Chan took this all as mockery of his hurt, he had wallowed in agony for over a week to only see you laugh at his anguish. This infuriated Chan more and more with each passing second, before you could slouch over to continue laughing he gripped your shoulders. “Stop laughing, explain this shit then!” He growled.

“Okay asshole I will! Ditto is one of our favorite songs, Hyun has always called me Bug, it's my nickname and we call one another ‘my boy’ or ‘my girl’ as a term of affection. Is it our friendship, always has been. You never noticed when he’s been over for Y/N and Hyunjin wine nights?” You asked him with bitterness, and in that moment he realizes he’s been so blind by jealousy over the friendship you and Hyunjin shared he never noticed the affection you two had was so platonic. “Now if that’s all I think Hyunjin and I will get going. See you when you choose to come back home.” Your sigh and phrasing at the end of the sentence catches Chan by surprise.

“You want me home? You never call the apartment home when talking to me.” He almost whispers in awe. His heart began to race, skin prickling with the signs of a blush crossing his cheeks. Your eyes met his and all you could see was a swirl of adoration, hope, affection, and joy. You stilled your own racing heart as you realized you could finally return the favor and confess to the boy in front of you.

“Chan, as much as I wanted to slap you two minutes ago due to your stupidity, I missed that himboness about you. The apartment is home when you’re in it. I-I miss you. Please come home Chan.” Your words are also barely above a whisper and you can’t look at him almost afraid he’d mock you again. But as you look down he raises your chin with his finger.

“I meant the words I said that day, about how I liked you. Being away was torture, I realized it was more than like when I began to miss your perfume, your laugh, your smile, the way you would yell at me for leaving my shoes in the doorway, you yelling at me for screwing jars too tight. I missed everything about you. I am in love with you Y/N.” His voice was so apprehensive, fearful of another rejection. Your eyes began to water as you looked up at him with adoration swirling in them. You said nothing, choosing to not trust your voice. Instead, you yanked him close by the shirt collar and smashed your lips onto his. After a brief moment his hands found your waist and lower back and he pulled you closer, his own eyes tearing up as the moment he thought would never come to fruition was right in his grasp.

“I love you too Christopher Bahng, Channie I missed you so fucking much. I wanted to run after you the moment you left and that terrified me. l never realized how much I loved your smile, your laugh, your annoying little habits until they disappeared. Fuck, I was so scared I lost out on getting to know the Chan who’s in front of me right now, the one without the front of a frat boy.” You laugh at his gasp of indignation and sigh of acceptance at the judgment. He had kind of acted like a frat boy to keep his guard up.

Hyunjin watched the scene before him with a knowing smile. As he stood back he had texted a video to Jisung of the whole event, filming covertly as soon as Chan began storming toward you. Jisung texted back several emojis, keyboard smashes, thanks to the universe, and other messages that “war is over”. At the end of his celebrating Jisung had even sent Hyunjin some cash as a thank you for his efforts, to which Hyunjin chuckled and decided that was his cue to leave the happy couple to their happiness. “Okay lovebirds I’ll leave you to it.” He called out and walked away.

“Sorry Hyun!” You called out and Chan echoed. You couldn’t bring yourself to part from the Aussie man in your arms to wave your friend off. Chan couldn’t imagine pulling away either and he just basked in your presence and as the sun began to set on the water he pulled you closer and placed a soft kiss on your lips. Finally you both felt at home, with one another truly vulnerable and at peace.

“Let’s go home Channie.”

“Lead the way my love, even though home is wherever I’m with you.”

“That was so fucking cheesy for a man who didn’t even ask me to be his girlfriend yet.”

“Oh fuck uh willyoubemygirlfriendy/npleasesayyes”

“Yes Chan I will.” You two smiled and walked home, hand in hand. Maybe once in a while a communication breakdown was okay, as long as it results in two idiots falling in love.

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Aizawa Shouta x F!reader

Characters: Aizawa Shouta/fem reader

Genre: NSFW / smut / +18

Contains: Unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex, praising and a lot of fluff.

Words: 4425

This scenario was written with great affection for my dear friend @tired-teacher-blog, who has been a wonderful person to me. I hope this text makes her as happy as I felt writing it, I put my heart into it. ♡

Thank you for taking the time to read my work, I appreciate it very much. Again, my english is not very good, if there are any errors please DM me.

It was nothing new that Aizawa Shouta, your boyfriend, worked too much. He was always buried in work, and you had taken up the same habit, which was draining your energy as well. But being a heroine was everything you had dreamed of, the feeling of saving lives was incredible, something that as a child you had never even imagined. And since the two of you hardly stopped at home, it had been a while since you had done anything romantic, even as a couple. This was certainly missed by both of you, but the routine was heavy, stressful and very full…

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Winter was coming, in a few weeks the snow would start to fall. One late autumn morning you woke up before Shouta as you wanted to wash and hang out some clothes before leaving for work, and so you did, just as you were finishing putting the last coat on the clothesline, you noticed the man's presence in the kitchen, staring at you.

"You're up early, dear." A soft smile was on his lips.

"Oh yes, since it is getting colder and colder, I wanted to wash more blankets and some coats too. There's more stuff but on the way to work I'll leave it at laundry." You smiled as replied, going back inside and closing the balcony door.

"I could have done that. You seem in a hurry, I can leave the clothes there for you." He moved closer so he could carefully hug you, giving you a kiss on your forehead.

"Thanks love." And you hugged him back, sinking your face into his chest, listening to the gentle beating of his heart.

Shouta is an excellent partner, understanding, kind, and doesn't blame you for nonsense. He truly admires you for who you are, so much that sometimes you wonder if you really deserve to have him as your lover. This breaks your heart because when you are with him, it has no doubts at all, Shouta makes you feel like the most beautiful and loved woman in the universe. Even though in the beginning he was very cold and reserved.

You prepared an omurice for you to have breakfast together, but you swallowed only a few bites and went out the door, realizing that you were late.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment before you stepped outside, communicating by gaze. He was visibly concerned about your constant hurry, while you blamed yourself for leaving him alone every morning and arriving when he is already asleep.

Being the owner of a hero agency, the responsibility that hovered over you head was enormous, not to say giant. Average students who entered there came out as big names, well educated and trained heroes, so it was growing more and more, the demand for time and dedication increased along with it. This unfortunately was becoming too much for you, who practically only lived for your work. Working day and night with them wasn't bad, the problem was putting aside your social and love life to dedicate yourself entirely to your work.

For an instant your eyes caught the photo on your desk, a wonderful memory of the day you and Aizawa together with some friends went to the beach. It was on that weekend that he asked if you would like to date him. It was magical. The sound of the waves seemed to resound in your mind, the smell of the sea mixed with his perfume… The taste of the first kiss invaded your mouth. Your heart fluttered just remembering it.

By late afternoon you were on your way home, carrying with you a handmade scarf as a small present, in the color red. After so long without celebrating dates like birthday and Valentine's Day together, you were anxious to give him something. This, of course, was just a simple gift but you knew he would like it.

He didn't deserve to be left as the last one in your life. So it was decided, you would reduce your workload and put another pro-hero on night patrol! That would help a lot, at least you could get home and make him dinner, maybe even have romantic dates again.

Satisfied, you made sure to finish the night shift early, leaving one of your most competent heroes to replace you. Finally, when it was time to go, you went home happy but exhausted. Your body was at its limits, the dark circles under your eyes made evident your exhaustion, as well as the pains all over your body.

The next day, after work, you woke up early as usual, left your boyfriend sleeping and went to the agency. Nothing unusual, but from this day on, you would come home earlier so that you could spend more time with your beloved.

The night before, after you arrived home from work, he was already sleeping as usual but you had told him earlier -by cellphone- about the reduction of working hours, since you felt tired and missed him. Aizawa, even though he was an excellent lover, was not very clingy and jealous, he respected your space and time. This was the reason that the long working hours you both had didn't become a reason to fight. How lucky.

He was pleased with the news, of course, so he promised you that he would make dinner the next day. So that morning you were overjoyed, even though your body needed much more rest. The anxiety of being with your beloved was much greater than the tiredness after all!

As you arrived at the apartment and unlocked the door, a wonderful smell invaded your nostrils, making your mouth salivate immediately. In the kitchen was Aizawa dressed in a yellow apron with little ducklings on it, preparing your favorite dish. The sight brought a wide smile to your face, making you approach him jumping up and down with joy.

"Hmmm the smell is great!"

"I hope the taste is too…" He chuckled softly, giving you a kiss on the forehead. "Are you hungry? Try some." He moved a spoon closer to your mouth and gave you a small taste of what he was preparing.

And it was indeed delicious!

"My love, it tastes amazing!" Your arms wrapped around your lover's waist, leaning your chest against his back in a hug.

He let out a contented laugh and went back to stirring the food, leaving his hand free over yours on his abdomen, lightly caressing your soft skin. And for a moment you were hugging each other without saying anything, just enjoying each other's presence and warmth. And that was enough.

"…And I told him to get his head out of there because this was no joke!" Already sitting at the table the two of you were laughing together with your story about the agency's newbie. Enjoying the food prepared by Shouta, which was delicious.

He had decorated the table with your favorite flowers, in a beautiful white vase in the center along with small candles. Sitting facing each other, time to time you stared at each other in love, like the first time you sat down in a restaurant as lovers. Being with him was like a dream.

"Oh, I forgot something!" After you finished your dessert, you realized that you had forgotten to give him the scarf you bought. So you got up and reached into the bag you had left by the front door, pulling out a beautiful red package with a small bow. "I bought this for you, I hope you like it. I know it doesn't make up for all the hours I've been gone for working too much, but-"

"Hey." He interrupted you, getting up from the table in no hurry, taking the package from your hands. "We've both been working a lot. The important thing is that we don't let it affect us. I appreciate the gift, sweetheart, thank you."

He opened the gift at once, ignoring tradition, to find the scarf handpicked by you. He smiled and faced you, taking it out of the box and then wrapping it around his neck.

"I love it, you always know how to please me."

"You really like it? I'm glad, love."

"Very much. I also have something I want to give you. A special night, with massages and everything." He hugged you, running his hands down your body until he took you in his arms, starting the steps to the bathroom.

"S-Shouta?!" That took you by surprise, of course. But you wasn't going to complain, it was more than obvious that you would love to get a little treat.

Once in the bathroom he helped you undress, turning on the water of the bathtub to fill it. Meanwhile, he sat you down on the edge of the porcelain and knelt next to you, rubbing moisturizer into his hands and starting a massage on your right foot.

You can't help the smile that forms on your lips, seeing him there, treating you like a princess.

In moments he moved on to the other foot, gliding his thumbs across your plantar arch, heel and ankles. It was so relaxing that you could already feel a good part of your stress going away, he really had a way with his hands…

"Oh, that's great, honey…" It escaped your lips more like a whisper.

"Glad you're enjoying it, love." He then kissed your left foot before carefully leaving it on the floor, continuing to caress your legs.

"Aizawa…!" His name escaped your mouth as expected, and of course, to him it sounded like music. The most beautiful of all.

Slowly moving his hands up still as if massaging your skin, you automatically began to spread your legs, exposing yourself to him. It was enough for Aizawa to come even closer, positioning himself better on his knees to start a kissing path to your intimate parts. There he breathed in, smelling the scent of you that he loved so much, and then stretched out his tongue, licking slowly your sensitive lips.

In response you moaned softly, letting your boyfriend slide his head even further between your legs. He promptly licked you again, but this time as if kissing your cunt, drenching it with saliva. The wet noises he made mingled with your mewling moans and the water falling into the tub.

"Hhnmm… Delicious." As he spoke he made sure that lips the wet ones rubbed against your clit.

He continued to tease you by sucking your little bud shamelessly, sticking his tongue inside you in order to feel every drop of your taste. Soon his hands moved up to your belly until they reached your breasts, squeezing them without too much force, stimulating your hard nipples. This was enough to push you over the edge, your swollen clit needed to release your orgasm, which was sure to be intense, but you wanted to hold a little bit more.

Shouta inserted a finger without stopping licking and sucking that region, feeling that your insides were already contracting, then he inserted the second finger and started to thrust deep inside. This made you roll your eyes with pleasure, if it was possible to get wetter, you just had. You couldn't hold back, the orgasm hit you hard, making your legs tremble. Your hands were gripped on the tub for support.

After that relaxing shower, you walked to the room you both shared, which before only had a sleeping bag and a desk for his computer. Thanks to you, Shouta's apartment was now nicely furnished, decorated, your touches made it feel like a real home. Your presence was in every corner there, your arrival in the teacher's life was really something that changed him, for the better of course. And he was sure to show you how grateful he was to have been chosen to be your partner.

Your boyfriend lifted his face to offer you a satisfied smile, stroking your thighs with his hands before standing up and helping you into the tub. From that moment on, you talked and laughed and reminisced about memorable moments, from the time you first met until now.

The bulge in his pants was evident, but Shouta's intention was to give YOU a night of rest and relaxation… He could wait. This respect, this patience, were qualities you couldn't help but admire in him. Although you did want him to make love to you all night.

Well, he seemed to have other plans so it was just up to you to follow what he had planned for you.

"Aizawa…" You murmured against his lips, moving your hands down his strong arms, bringing his hands on your lower back, until they touched your ass.

You had chosen a comfortable lilac nightgown to sleep in that night, Shouta was still wearing jeans and a white long-sleeved shirt, he had probably come home from work and taken a shower to get ready for you. His black hair was half loose, partly tied in a bun behind his head. The spiky hairs of his beard still adorned his face, uneven as always, but you loved it, which was why he rarely removed it.

You were sitting in front of the combing table, letting your boyfriend calmly comb your hair while you watched his concentrated expression, letting out a small laugh. He, realizing this, laughed too, kissing the top of your head, whispering that you are the most beautiful woman in the whole world to him.

As you stood up, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's wide shoulders, brushing your soft lips against his, feeling his warm breath collide with yours. At that moment you exchanged a few soft kisses, but what you wanted was to rip the man's clothes off and devour him. It was inevitable. He was the only one that could drive you crazy with pleasure, begging for more, thirsty, insatiable.

He knew what this was about, of course. Obviously your pleading gaze was more than enough for him, but also, he could smell you… The smell of desire. The heat that emanated from your cunt.

"I'll do whatever you want, Y/N." His response was quick, simple.

And that was the permission you wanted. So with his hands attached to yours, you brought your boyfriend to the bed, but just stood with your back to it, returning to embrace Aizawa, kissing him again. Your tongues entwined, eagerly seeking contact, exploring every corner of that cavity as you exchanged that already extremely erotic kiss.

His huge hands roamed your back, waist, hips, until they grabbed the flesh of your ass, squeezing it tightly, bringing your body even closer. His cock was hard, rubbing against you to try to relieve some of your urge for touch, and you were just as hungry for it as he was. You didn't want to wait too long.

You broke the kiss to move your lips down his neck, taking advantage of the wetness to slide easily across his skin, until you pulled away to help him get rid of that shirt. With that done, your mouth returned to Aizawa's chest, kissing it slowly, lower and lower, until you sat up in bed, that position was perfect. His left-handed fingers more than quickly touched your hair, stroking it lovingly. You unbuckled his belt that held that pants, unzipping them without any delay, the pre-cum was already escaping from the top of his dick, making his underwear wet in that area.

Your tongue attacked the wet fabric, savoring the taste you loved so much. By now, your pussy was as needy of attention as he was, but you could ignore it for now. Your eyes met Shouta's as you pulled down his pants and underwear, releasing his manhood from its confinement. He was hard and throbbing, it was evident how aroused he was.

Your hands were resting on his thighs, but soon they were on the mattress below you, and you stood there with the legs spread for him, exposing your extremely wet cunt. The sight was enough to make Aizawa pulse, it was calling him.

He held it by the base, pointing it to your lips with a smile on his face, waiting for you to open your mouth, and of course you did, waiting for him to invade your oral cavity to the fullest length possible. You pressed your lips against him, causing him to grunt softly, but he still moved his hips a little, making you suck him slowly at first. You loved doing this, it made you as horny as being licked by him, it was a great delight to see your beloved Shouta's expressions of pleasure.

Slowly he increased the speed of his thrusts, almost choking you on his cock, pulling back when he saw you shudder, not that he didn't like it, but tonight was supposed to be different, not the dirty sex you were used to having from time to time. He held both sides of your face and withdrew his cock from your mouth, rubbing the glans against your wet lips, groaning just at the sight that turned him on even more.

"You really want that, don't you?" He smiled already lying over you, adjusting himself between your legs.

"I want you every day, Shouta…" You confessed, sincerely.

"Sh…Shouta…!" Even without moving your lips away from his, you called out, almost as if begging for mercy.

His expression softened, moving even closer to kiss your lips tenderly, a kiss full of love and affection. Meanwhile, he made his way slowly into your pussy, the inner walls was crushing him, making it impossible for the hero to contain his moans, which were muffled by the kiss.

Already inside you, he forced even harder against the cervix, making you contract your insides even more. Without breaking the kiss he began to move, almost withdrawing completely from inside to slowly bury everything again. It felt more like a torture, but it felt good, so good that you were close to cumming again. The sweet taste of your lover's lips were enough to drive you crazy, plus those slow and deep thrusts… How could you resist?

"Come for me, my love…" He whispered, staring into your eyes.

And you couldn't hold back, you released all your orgasm on him, the wet sounds were already loud, but now even louder. And he continued to thrust deep, this time at a slightly higher pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him there. Shouta was surprised at first, but didn't take it too seriously, after all, you were taking medication to keep you from getting pregnant, and once in a while you had sex without a condom. Nothing to worry about.

"I love you, Y/N." His hair was coming loose as he moved, ending up in between the vision of the two of you, but you could still see his eyes staring at you.

"I-I love you too, Shouta… For… Forever."

"I have something to give you too, honey." He said as he got to his feet again, picking up your clothes from the floor to hand it to you. "Come with me, let's have some hot chocolate."

It didn't take long for the black-haired man to increase his thrusts even more, thrusting as deep as he could inside you, releasing all of his seed inside you, filling you completely. Then you released your legs from his waist, but he stayed inside, taking advantage of the proximity to stroke your face for a moment. Your blushed cheeks were the cutest thing in the world to him.

Shouta kissed your cheeks and you did the same, and stood there caressing each other until he stood up, reaching for some paper so that you could both clean yourselves up. He helped you, of course.

Even though it wasn't winter yet, the cold was increasing, especially at night, which was harder to deal with the temperature. At least you could enjoy a nice warm drink together. You were curious to know what Shouta was going to give you, but that wasn't the most important thing, after all, he had made a nice surprise for you, prepared dinner with everything you love to eat, gave you a massage, helped you in the shower, gave you pleasure… Affection, attention. What else did this man want to give you tonight?

This is what was going through your mind while he was preparing the chocolate in the kitchen. You were leaning on the balcony ledge, staring at the city lights with a blanket on your back, until he finally appeared, with two mugs, handing you one.

"Thanks love." You thanked him, taking a good sip of the warm liquid.

"Nights like this that I want to remember for the rest of my life." He sat down in one of the armchairs that were out there, pointing to the other one that was next to it. "Come, sit here."

"I agree… Being with you makes me very happy." Your smile was stamped wide on your lips.

"And I hope you'll be with me for much longer, Y/N…" He sipped from his chocolate as he spoke, staring at the horizon. "It didn't needed much to realize that I was just a lonely guy who thought that living in an empty house, sleeping in a sleeping bag, eating canned food for days straight was normal. But… You showed up, and you didn't give up trying to get closer. I know I was difficult at first, and I apologize."

"Shouta…" You held his hand affectionately. "You were just a little hardheaded, but I would do it all over again." At your confession, he smiled finally, closing his eyes and lowering his head for a moment.

"That's true, how many times have I ignored your flirting because I thought love was a lie? Not only that, Y/N, I believed that living alone would save me from being hurt and hurting someone else. But you didn't give up on me, your gentle and calm manner caught me by surprise, and before I knew it, I was thinking about you even when your name wasn't mentioned. Trapped, I had no way out, I surrendered to your charms." His confessions were making you emotional, but you restrained yourself, only to let him conclude. "Three months ago I found a perfect gift for you, something I knew would make you happy, and so would I.

He stood up, leaving his chocolate mug on the corner table, and then pulled out of his pocket a small black velvet box, which he opened to reveal a solitaire ring, encrusted with gemstones, with three diamonds in the center, one large and two smaller ones on the side. Your eyes immediately snapped open, remembering the day you two were walking around the city and you found this beautiful piece in a jewelry store window. Apparently, even though you looked so quickly, Aizawa had realized how much you liked it.

Unbelievable.

"Y/N, ever since you came into my life, my happiness only increases." He knelt there on the floor, still holding your hand against his, rubbing his thumb against the back of it. "I can no longer see a future where you are not with me, then please, marry me.

Your heart felt like it was either going to jump out of your chest or slip out of your mouth, whichever came first. The man you loved was in front of you, kneeling down, asking you to marry him. It was real, it was really happening. Your reaction after the shock was to throw yourself into his arms, breaking into tears, shouting 'yes, yes, yes' over and over.

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A few days later, the new routine allowed the two of you more time to spend together. The news of your engagement had dropped like a bomb, many friends and colleagues did not believe that Aizawa would one day surrender to the charms of someone else. You both received many congratulations and your life now seemed happier than ever.

"Shouta…" Involuntarily you called out to him, only realizing it after he stared at you. "Uh… What do you think about the idea of us having kids?" Awkwardly, you covered your face with your right hand in order to hide the blush on your cheeks.

And for a moment you realized that you were sitting on the sofa with a warm blanket warming you up while listening to the sounds of your boyfriend, I mean fiancé, preparing dinner. The delicious smells were all around the apartment as he skillfully cut, fried, cooked, and finally set everything on the table.

Without realizing it, your eyes watered with the incredible happiness that filled you, you was living a dream. The love of your life had proved once again that you was on the right path. Your lips stamped a simple smile, staring at the figure of the man wearing an apron, wondering what it will be like when you have children…

Aizawa slid his palms gently down your back, bringing you closer to him in a tight embrace. The silence was still present, but at that moment your heart was beating so strongly that you could hear it, along with your breathing.

However, only silence was present there. Long seconds that seemed like endless minutes, did he not like the idea? You never talked about it, maybe Aizawa didn't want to be a father… Oh no, what if it was too soon to think about such a thing?

A slight fear took you by surprise, you was even embarrassed to look at him again. And just as you were about to tell him to forget what you had said, you felt the touch of his male hands enveloping you. Slowly, softly.

At first you didn't know what to expect, you were apprehensive.

"My love." He broke the silence finally, whispering close to your ear. "Forming a family with you is a dream I want to fulfill soon…" As he continued speaking, he pulled away slightly and held your face with both hands, bringing your lips to meet his. "Thank you for choosing me."

The only thing you could do was was to give youself up to the tears, clutching him tightly in a mixture of joy and elation, your body even shuddered with such happiness. Surely, the Aizawa family would grow a lot if it were up to you.

[cafeacademia]

Harvest Sun

Legolas x Reader

Summary: Legolas admits his love to you by braiding your hair, which is an elvish tradition that he follows.

Warnings: Kisses, soft romance, Legolas being a sweetheart.

Word count: Approx 1610

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A/N: Hi loves! It has been a while since I've written any Legolas content and this is also the first Legolas fic on this blog since I moved all of my LotR fics here. I hope you enjoy some soft romance! I might follow this up with some soft smut if you like the idea of that? Idk, let me know if you'd like to see that 💕

The deep hues of the harvest gave a golden filter to his surroundings, taking in a deep breath of the cool morning air, fragrant with the scent of deep yellow wheat. It was in the early sun, when it trailed over the fields, painting his skin with a beautiful glow that he felt pure bliss, something impossible to find and something even more difficult for him to nurture himself.

The soft clink of the spoon against porcelain as he listened to you preparing your morning drinks, fresh and warm and accompanied by the smell of the campfire. The breeze was soft and comforting as it gently tossed the long strands of his hair out of its usual position, blonde tresses falling over his shoulder and resting against the woollen texture of his warm, soft overcoat.

He smiled softly to himself as his gentle blue gaze trailed over you, watching as you methodically stirred together the warm mixture of tea in the little ceramic goblets you had made for him. They were marbled with the colours of the earth, creating a beautiful swirl of deep, rich tones that reflected his home.

Further up, his eyes travelled, landing on your features, examining the way your brow was gently furrowed as you concentrated. He softened at the sight of you, wrapped in the warmth of his large woollen cape, skin glowing with the golden hue of the morning sunlight.

You were sweet, kind and such a mystery to him. You were forever an example to him of how to live in the best and most fulfilling way, soothing his more arrogant edges with your gentle kindness and shy tendencies. He’d never understand really why you found so much comfort in him, at least, Legolas didn’t think he would, but seeing you so happy and at ease in his presence gave him a feeling that was akin to the warmth of the harvest sun, comforting and pleasantly warm, filling his chest with the most divine feelings, one that fluttered through him like floating petals and the soft pattering of gentle rain.

Romance and feelings of love were a poetic thing, following sometimes in sorrow and deep regret and hatred. But not for him. No, Legolas only felt something utterly pure when he looked at you, something so good that it made his heart yearn for something he did not fully understand.

“Legolas?” You asked softly, pulling him from his thoughts. “Your tea is ready.” You spoke quietly, passing the cup over to him and in his haze, Legolas slowly reached out for the drink you offered him, fingers brushing gently as he took it from you. “Thank you.” He smiled, pushing aside his feelings for a moment until he saw you pick a pretty flower from amongst the grass and tuck it into your hair before you brought your goblet to your lips to take a sip.

“Allow me, if you don’t mind of course.” Legolas tried not to seem so hasty as he shuffled towards you, signalling at your hair, eyes infatuated with the idea of adding pretty flowers and perhaps, oh it seemed so tempting, to braid your hair in the traditional, symbolic way that his mother had taught him.

With an endearing, warm smile, you silently allowed Legolas to approach you. You keened into his touch, gentle fingers soothing through your hair, sectioning strands off and tugging only very lightly. You felt yourself warm under his touch, fingers shyly fidgeting with your goblet, throat drying too often as thoughts slowly crossed your mind. His movements were enough to make you feel hazy and sleepy as he ran his fingers through your hair and took his time to carefully braid, making sure each little strand was incorporated perfectly until it was complete.

“Hold still for a moment longer.” Legolas spoke softly to you, the whisper of his breath against the top of your head as he leaned over you to pick a flower from between the blades of grass, leaning his chest against your back as he did, fingers grasping as your shoulder as he pulled the flower up to weave it into your braid. With his gentle touch, Legolas added a few more flowers within his reach to your braid until he was satisfied that your hair was decorated enough.

“There.” He smiled, placing his hands on your shoulders as he leaned around you to get a look at you. “I hope you like it.” Legolas said quietly, shuffling back a little bit to get a better look at the braid he had created. He watched as you discovered it, fingers carefully trailing over the strands that were woven together neatly, brushing against the little flower heads that were tucked between the sections of the braid. “It’s beautiful, Legolas.” You hummed softly, turning to look at him over your shoulder with a sweet, shy smile. You looked so endearing like that, giving him the most genuine, shy little smile. It would be an understatement if he said it melted his heart and sent his mind into a flurry. “I am glad you like it.” He smiled, bowing his head a little at you, a smile overtaking his features, one so bright that it reached his eyes.

“I understand this is part of elvish tradition, is it not?” You asked softly. Legolas, had he been any less controlled, might have blushed, but instead, he let out only a little smile and a soft hum in response. “Tell me about it, little love.” Legolas asked, curious about what you knew about his elvish traditions. You keened at the nickname, bringing the most wonderful flustered smile to your lips as you shyly curled into yourself, trying your best to hide the way it made you feel. “It is a symbol of love to braid the hair of someone you admire.” You explained, turning to face him but struggling to keep your eyes on him, feeling yourself burn with the warmth that crept up into your features.

The warm glow of the sun seemed to intensify in that moment, or perhaps it was the way you looked with love in your eyes that made his world seem so much brighter. There was a moment where he said nothing, smiling to himself as he savoured your words, wondering how you had come to learn that, knowing that it was certainly not common knowledge amongst others who were not elves. “Where did you learn such a thing?” He asked softly, reaching forwards to gently lift your chin with his fingers. “I read it in a journal of a great traveller.” You replied. Legolas knew you had visited many halls of books in search of knowledge, history and stories and he supposed it was no real surprise to know that you had read it somewhere in an old archived book.

Smiling, he lifted your chin a little more, your gaze meeting his. He couldn’t help the way you softened him, making him want to sweep you off your feet and claim you as his own to protect and love for as long as you would allow him. While Legolas was not familiar with the yearning for love, with you it came naturally, his heart reaching for more, begging to be felt and heard in every capacity.

“It is true, little love. I braided your hair in an act of love, in an act of romance.” He told you softly. “Allow me, my little love, to show you how I feel.” He whispered it, leaning towards you, lips inviting as his alluring, ever infatuating, deep eyes drew you in. You were in love, you had been for a long time, perhaps from the moment you had set eyes upon him. Despite his sometimes intimidating stature, impossibly tall and handsome with his slightly abrasive edges, there was something so very alluring about him.

You melted into his touch, allowing Legolas to bring you closer and press you gently against his chest. He was warm and soft, hair silken against your fingers as your hands found purchase against his shoulders. Your breaths were soft and nervous, though quickly soothed by the way he captured your gaze with such a deep kindness in his eyes that he had adopted from you. His lips captured yours with a tentative touch, eyes fluttering closed as the feeling of his lips against your rippled through you, sending your head into a light daze. Fingers gripped at your waist, tighter than you had expected but still so gentle. His grasp was warm and comforting, the way he held you giving you a secure feeling like you had never felt in someone else’s presence before.

His lips moved against yours, pressing softly, drawing the softest of whimpers out from between your lips as he kissed you with such care. He was slow, movements purposeful and careful but full of passion that burned deep in his heart. Legolas kissed you with so much feeling, pouring in everything he felt, whether he understood it or not, but he knew that above all, that even if he didn’t fully understand the way that romance pulled on the strings of his heart, bringing him a new warmth he never knew he had needed, he did know that he was in love with you.

And as he lowered you down, resting you gently on the bed of soft meadow grass beneath you, the harvest sun glowing gently over you both, tinting the morning into the most divine, golden hues, Legolas knew you were the very thing he simply could not cope without. You were his soft, harvest sun.

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[andysbubba]

home to me

↳ andy let you go once, he doesn't wanna lose you again

a/n: a little series? this one's probably gonna have another chapter or two hehe <3

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

---

Andy's stomach churned when he sees you. In a very good way. It's been a good two years since the break up and he can barely believe that he's seeing you right then and there— in the corner of the cafe that Andy knows you love going to. Your voice made his heart flip. It's so goddamn beautiful and Andy misses it so damn much.

He doesn't even know why he's so stunned at the sight of you. It's the only reason why he's there— why he's always going there almost every weekend, hoping to get a glimpse of you sometime. You're in the fuzzy, furry jacket that you're always wearing on chilly days, your hair pulled up with a claw clip and your laptop right in front of you with a cup of coffee right by the side.

He tried to get over you, he really did. But even after all the women he met after you, no one made him feel the same way you did. The butterflies in his stomach he gets just talking to you like some teenager, or how his heart just flutters when you smiled at him with that beautiful grin.

Andy couldn't help but look at you every two minutes, while he's waiting in the queue for his turn. He's thinking of what to say if he even has the guts to walk up to you and say hi.

The break up wasn't necessarily bad... it was mutual. Kinda. You were in the middle of your studies and you just wanted to focus on doing well and getting your masters. It's not that Andy was a distraction— really, he actually helped a lot. But between studying and trying to make sure you don't abandon Andy, you realised that taking a break would be good for the both of you.

You were young, only 24 while Andy was 14 years older than you are. He's so mature and wise that you just felt that you just wanted to grow as your own person before you and Andy took it any further and got more serious. You thought that you'd work on yourself, fixing up your flaws and make yourself just grow into a better version of yourself. And as much as Andy disagreed, he didn't want to force you to keep being with him. He thought that maybe, you both could just grow as time passes, and that you can change right next to him.

But he just agreed with you, because he definitely does not want to pressure you into being in a relationship with him no matter how much he actually wants you to stay with him. So technically, it was a mutual break-up to you. But he didn't really feel the same.

And unsurprisingly, Andy simply cannot get over you. Two years passed, and he just wishes that you're by his side again.

"Hi! What can I get for you?"

Andy snaps out of his trance, stepping towards the cashier and ordering his coffee to-go with a bagel as well. He takes a quick glance at you before he decides to change his mind. "Actually— I'll just have those here."

Wait— you recognise that voice.

You instantly glance up from the screen of your laptop, watching the familiar back and broad shoulders standing at the cashier. Holy fuck- Andy?

Your gaze turns back down to your laptop, your mind trying to decide between approaching him or just letting him go... again... like you did 2 years ago. He still fits into those polo tees like a glove, the jeans barely doing his ass justice but it really accentuates his goddamn thighs.

Fuck. Two damn years and you still have it bad for him.

"Can I join?" Andy glances down at some blueprint or floor-plan thing you have on your laptop. "Unless I'm interrupting— you look busy."

"Andy—" You turned to him and back to the opened floor-plan on the screen. "No, no. Hey-" You lowered the screen and put it aside, leaving some space for Andy. You gestured at him to join you in the booth.

Andy takes up the offer, setting the cup in his hand and the bagel right in front of you before he slides in. "Hey,"

You let out a breathy laugh as you look at him, fidgeting with your fingers underneath the table. "Been a long time."

"Yeah," He nods, offering you one of his adorable smiles as he rests his forearms on the table. "I stopped seeing you around, thought you moved away."

"I thought you did— till I heard the news talking about one of your cases." You retort, lips curling into a soft smile. "How've you been, Andy?"

"Same old, y'know. Long hours at the office and takeout nights. Nothing really changed." Andy grins, "How's everything goin' for ya?"

Oh— and he definitely isn't wrong when he said 'nothing really changed'. For this 40-year-old man to still look like the Andrew Stephen Barber you met like 4 years ago? Phew.

"Uhm- pretty good! I'm uh- I just signed a contract with Perkins and Will."

Andy's lips curled into a wide grin. "You did it!"

He remembers?

Your head tilts as you look at him. "You remember?"

"Of course, hon. That's your dream firm." He reaches over table and pats your hand. "I'm happy for you, Y/n."

"Thank you, Andy," You brush a hand through your hair, eyeing Andy in his whole polo tee and jeans glory. "I'm surprised you aren't working on a Saturday morning,"

Andy lets out a laugh at your words, "Yeah- I just thought, y'know. Uh- I'm old enough to stop being such a workaholic."

You raised a brow at that, "Andy, you aren't old." You give him a suggestive glance as your eyes trace his whole figure. "Definitely don't look like it."

"I'll say the same thing for ya, Y/n." Andy didn't bother hiding his gaze either, eyes trailing down your body till it's back up to your face. "Two damn years and you still look as gorgeous as ever, sweetheart."

A breathy laugh leaves your lips. "Always as flattering as ever, Mr Barber."

"You know I'm an honest person, sweetheart." Andy winks before he takes a sip of his coffee.

You hum as you run your finger on the edge of your own cup. "I remember you telling me that all lawyers are really good liars."

You love how familiar this feels. It's like nothing has changed and both of you are back in 2019. Good, good days. Letting Andy go was a dumb move on your side, you realised that pretty soon after the break-up. You should've known that you and Andy would've made it work someway, somehow.

"C'mon, honey. Y'know I can never lie to you." The wide smile he has on his lips is as charming as ever and god if it doesn't just make you fall in love again- as if you ever fell out of love with him in the first place. Andy clears his throat, a hand inching to the back of his neck and softly rubbing the spot. You instantly realised that he's a little nervous. "You dating anyone?"

You let out an almost silent snort, scoffing at his question. "Ya think? I just called you hot five minutes ago, handsome."

Andy takes a bite of his bagel, looking up at you through those goddamn long eyelashes as his mouth moves to chew the food and those fucking pink lips making you stare at him like a horny teenager.

"You've got to stop staring at me like that, sweetheart." He warns, but the glint in his eyes is telling you that he really doesn't mind you staring him up like that.

Your brows raised immediately in defence. "Like what?"

You tried your best to fight the grin fighting its way to form on your lips. But Andy is a goddamn lawyer, after all. He knows his shit and he knows that you're just being a tease.

He huffs, brow arched as he looks at you. "Like you wanna eat me." He replies shortly, lips curling into a smirk. "Cause I was planning to take this slow after 2 whole years. And you aren't helping."

You hum, picking your cup up and taking a sip from it, hiding the grin forming on your lips behind the cup. "You can still wine and dine me if you wanna." You set the cup down and lean forward, head tilted to one side with your head resting in your palm. "But y'know, I'm pretty impatient."

Andy laughs, backing away from you and resting back against his seat. "Guess it's good that I've got enough patience for both of us, huh?"

You laugh at his words. "We'll see, Mr Barber."

He takes your words as an invite to ask you out. "Dinner tonight? My place."

You playfully rolls your eyes, ignoring the little flutter in your heart. "Who's impatient now?"

"It's a yes or no question, sweetheart."

"Still that cute little loft?"

"I'll text you my new address later."

You couldn't fight the grin forming on your lips. "It's a date."

---

He was at the grocery store when he pulled out his phone and goes to your contact to shoot you a text. It has always been there, saved and never deleted. He didn't want to get rid of the hope that he might have you back.

Andy: 242 Warren St [sent 3.24pm]

Andy: See you tonight, sweetheart. [sent 3.25pm]

You didn't reply so Andy just assumed that you read it. He's looking forward to seeing you again tonight and he's excited.

---

It wasn't till you got home that you realised that Andy doesn't have your new number.

-

LOL I LOVE CLIFFHANGERS.

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[quillsanddaydreams]

⟶ character(s): James Potter, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black and Sirius Black.

⟶ author's note: I was so soft when I wrote this AHHHHH! And yes some parts of it are rewritten from an old post from my main blog (@with-love-anu)

⟶ warning(s): none, gender neutral!reader

˗ˏˋ james potter ´ˎ˗

Now James, James is an absolute dork. When this man falls for you, you hold his moon and all his stars even if he never realises that. His friends are done with it. They possibly can’t hear James gush— yes, gush about you every second of the day.

“Mate, if you’re so in love with them, just go tell them!”

“I’m not in lo— wait— am I?”

And even Peter groans, banging his head into the table. James' face turns from surprise to acceptance in a matter of moments.

"Okay maybe," he says, shaking his shoulders, his face breaking out in a loopy grin as you pass by. "There is no better person I'd rather love."

˗ˏˋ sirius black ´ˎ˗

Sirius Black is someone who buries his emotions in so deep, it’s sometimes difficult for him to reach them as well. When he sees you talking to this student— giggling, laughing, touching… he wants nothing more than to rip you away. He doesn’t realise he’s gritting his teeth, until Remus snaps his attention.

“Stare any harder and they both would die, twice,” he says, casually picking up a piece of bread.

“What—”

“You know you could just tell them, right? That you love them?” Peter adds in. Sirius shrugs.

“I’m not in love with them,” he says as he’s met with everyone rolling their eyes.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

Sirius acts nonchalant, throwing a quick glance at you. When you meet his eyes, you give him a small smile and Sirius feels his heart flutter. Okay maybe he was in love with you.

˗ˏˋ remus lupin ´ˎ˗

Remus was sitting under a tree with you after a long day. You were going on about some recent thing you learnt. And Remus, Remus couldn't take his eyes off you. Beautiful, is how you looked.

He adored little things about you— how your nose scrunched up when working with a particularly nasty potion’s ingredient, how your eyes crinkled mid laughter and he particularly loved when you got all riled up and started breathlessly telling him everything. He loved— he loved you.

Remus let out a sudden cough, making you snap your attention towards him. You patted his shoulders gently trying to soothe him. He, however, couldn't help the blush that formed across his face. Remus loved you.

˗ˏˋ lily evans ´ˎ˗

Lily was swinging alongside you on this old set at the park, going higher each time. Your laughter echoed through the grounds and she felt as if hearing something divine. She did treasure times like these, imprinting every careless detail about you into her mind.

When she was with you, it was like she couldn't contain herself. Telling all the tales she knew, knowing she had your attention. She wanted to kiss you then, for there wasn't a better way to show you that she loved you… she loved you. Glancing over at you, swaying back and forth she let her lips upturn. Maybe loving you wasn't so bad afterall.

˗ˏˋ regulus black ´ˎ˗

Regulus was reading a letter you wrote to him. You were talking about Edward, your cat, and how he made you run in rounds through the house. There was something about the writing that made his lips stretch out wide. For you always wrote so frevoluntly, it was like living that instant with you. Equally exasperated and full of adoration for Edward, he could picture you oh so clearly.

Hands on the hips, a predominant pout— trying to act all tough calling out to the cat in a firm voice. Oh he loved you so much.

… He loved you so much. Regulus kept the letter down, staring blankly at the wall ahead. Biting down on his lower mouth, he blinked once and then again. There was nothing so obvious he was blind to.

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[shirophantomvox]

Hisoka With a Short S/O

Hello, anon! I posted your other request but I’m very surprised that it didn’t receive any traction. I’ll have to re-blog it. It could be that there are a few posts about Hisoka with a tall S/O but I have not seen any posts about Hisoka with a short S/O. I won’t lie to you, this one was a bit challenging because I am not short in real life. In fact, I’m tall; too tall in my opinion. I hope you enjoy! As always, my inbox is open!

Headcanon 1: Endless amount of teasing. As tall as Hisoka is, being with a person that is nearly 3 feet shorter than he is is both amusing and adorable. He is 6 foot 3; he can reach the top of the cabinet, can touch the ceiling, and will hold your belongings over your head if he dislikes your attitude or if he feels like playing.

Headcanon 2: He enjoys being the superhero in most situations. Although he isn’t depicted as a superhero, he is considered to be one of the 5 main protagonists of the show. Unlike headcanon #1, he actually assists you if needed. If you want cereal and it is on the top shelf in the cabinet, he’ll get it for you. If you cannot reach the remote while laying in bed, he’ll toss it to you. During any situation where you need help, he will not tease you.

Headcanon 3: Sometimes his taunting could be rather sweet and innocent than hostile. If you have come from work and you appear to be upset, angry, or neutral, Hisoka will take it upon himself to cheer you up. Still distant from the whole “traditional affectionate phrases or names”, he’ll run to you and scoop you up into his arms. Instead of calling you and traditional pet names, he might call you his “little gnome” or “little Smurfette”.

Headcanon 4: He hates it when you ignore him. When you are feeling affectionate, Hisoka is often amused by what he considered begging. It’s not actually begging, but more of him being a stubborn mule. You’d throw your arms up in anger and walked away. As time went on, you caught on to Hisoka’s game and played it better than him. Whenever he tried to play hard to get, you walked away appearing to be unbothered. Hisoka didn’t mind either that is until he became “starved” or “hungry”. He turned into the beggar (pouting like a kid) for your attention, kisses, and cuddles. It was quite amusing to see him in this state and so tempting to capture the moment. To add insult to injury, a few times when you were watching TV or about to go out with friends, you purposefully applied glossy or matte lipstick 4 inches away from his lips. When he tries to steal a kiss, you jerk away telling him to buzz off until he has apologized. Once you return, you come home to the magician on his knees cupping his hands apologizing.

“Small fry--”

“What,” you ask plainly raising an eyebrow.

“--I mean cupcake.” He chuckles nervously. “I’m sorry for my teasing words. I shouldn’t have disrespected you like that. Please forgive me.”

Boy! Could you imagine if Illumi caught him in this extremely vulnerable state? He’d probably throw up for weeks!

“Fine, I forgive you. Now get off my freshly vacuumed floor, please.”

He jumped up and swept you off the ground. You gasped a little out loud because his grip was heavy and quick, causing air to rush against your face. Meeting the magician’s small piercing golden eyes made your heart flutter, a feeling you hadn’t felt in a couple of months. A smile crept on your face, patiently waiting for his lips to meet yours. The sound of both pairs of lips crashing into each other was a joyful, passionate sound. Oddly enough, the kiss felt different as if Hisoka was actually sorry for his actions. He’d apologize many times before but in the past, those kisses did not feel like the one you were engaged with right now. Once he released, the sound of wet skin made you both blush deeply. Although Hisoka could be quite annoying at times, this particular kiss made you fall in love with him again. Not only did his quirky behavior make your heart pitter-patter but the goofy appearance after every intimate act left you laughing.

“What’s so funny, cupcake,” he asked growing slightly.

“Some of my glossy lipstick smeared on your lips. Good luck removing that!”

Headcanon 5: Pampers you if you ever injure yourself. There has been a bruise on your left shoulder that formed as a result of glass falling on from a cabinet in your childhood home. Your mother was trying t get the cup for you but ended up slipping out of her hand and severally cutting your shoulder. Hisoka found out about this bruise during his usual flirting matches where he pulled down the shoulder part of your beautiful purple blouse. He was shocked. He is so used to using Texture Surprise to fix everything that seeing an actual bruise almost made him cry. He tried to use TS on your damaged skin, but it wouldn’t work. By then your scar shows a permanent line but is healed. On occasion, that shoulder would hurt if you lifted too much, wore a tight undershirt, or burn yourself from hot shower water. Anytime you wince in pain, Hisoka gently presses a few kisses against your healed skin to calm your senses. Trailing kisses up and down your arm, he finished by kissing the back of your hand.

Headcanon 6: He (sometimes) refuses to bend down to kiss you so you can stand on a basketball, stool, or something else to reach him. Just the height difference between you two is astonishing! When you two are out in public, people can’t help but stare because they just can not wrap their minds around he two pf you dating. On a normal day at hime, yes, Hisoka will not kiss you if you are not standing on a stool of some sort. In the public eye, since you cannot carry a stool with you, he will often place his hand around your waist and lift you up nonchilantly.

Headcanon 7: Loves letting you wear his suited shirts. His crop-top shirts always look like a full t-shirt on you and the view is so adorable to him that he takes multiple photos of you and uses them as wallpaper. Besides the height difference, Hisoka is much bigger than you. Everyone loves sleeping in baggy or large t-shirts (As do I IRL) and a plus is the strong, satisfying aroma emitting from his freshly washed shirts. He loves to wear Dior!

Headcanon 8: If you are not tall enough for certain activities, he will not participate. This applies to amusement parks that have height requirements. What fun would it be if he went on the demon drop and he could not witness your terror? If you were to afraid to enter haunted houses, he would be very upset but would pass up the opportunity.

[jaehyunfirstlove]

Highway to Heaven - Ch. 7

Your best friend Johnny wants to go on a road trip. The only catch? He wants to bring his roommate, Jeong Jaehyun, someone you just couldn’t stand.

Genre: e2l, fluff, angst, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing

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Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

A/N: So here it is, the smut chapter :)

The next morning you were the last to wake up again, Johnny and Jaehyun running the suitcases back to the car. You were alone in the room, so you sat up in the bed to take stock of yourself. Were you really willing to go there? Were you really willing to do it? Were you really willing to open up your heart again? The pain of your breakup came back again, but you noticed it wasn’t as strong as it had been. Instead of a stabbing feeling in your chest, it was more of a dull throb, like a bout of indigestion that didn’t linger. You heard Johnny and Jaehyun talking and laughing outside, and you were filled with an overwhelming sense of happiness. Your best friend who could always lift your mood and loved you like family, and his roommate, someone who knew how (wrongly) you felt about him but still treated you kindly and respectfully. They certainly weren’t the solution to everything, but they helped you see that there was more to life than heartache.

“You better get out here before we leave without you!” Johnny yelled from outside, and you smiled. You got out of bed, dressed hurriedly and walked out the door.

---

You drove the first shift, with the window down so the wind could blow through your hair. It was a beautiful late summer day, the sun warm on your face from the open sunroof. Johnny sat in the passenger seat, drumming on the dash with his fingers and singing along loudly to the song playing. Jaehyun sat behind you, the wind fluttering his bangs into his face but he didn’t seem to mind. He sang along with Johnny, and even though they were exaggerating and playing around, their voices blended beautifully.

“You guys sing so well,” you exclaimed, “I’m jealous.”

Jaehyun laughed, “No way, we were terrible!”

“No I’m serious! I know you guys were just joking around but your voices are beautiful.”

Johnny started to rib you again, but Jaehyun was quiet. You snuck a look in the rearview to see him smiling to himself, staring out the window, the tips of his ears a bright red.

---

You spent that afternoon at the beach, the two of them managing to convince you to add an extra day to your trip. You could’ve been home in your bed that night, but the weather was too nice to spend it cooped up in the car.

“Just one more day,” Johnny pleaded, “We’ll camp tonight so we don’t have to agonize over motel rooms again. Please?”

He didn’t have to work so hard, you were already convinced, but you made him work for it anyway just to amuse yourself. When you made a big show of giving in, he yelled in triumph, picking you up for a bear hug and kissing you on the cheek, before he ran off towards the beach, stripping his clothes off as he went.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Jaehyun didn’t know you as well as Johnny and took your reluctance seriously. “I’m sure I can convince him to just head home.”

“Oh I wanted to stay,” you giggled conspiratorially, “I just did that to make him suffer.”

Jaehyun laughed, before looking over at you and smiling. His cheeks puffed out, dimples deep, the bright afternoon sun making his eyes sparkle. You smiled back, something in your chest shifting. He swept out his arm, motioning for you to walk on ahead of him, and together you made your way towards the ocean.

This time, you joined them in the water, and even though the water was cold you couldn’t help but have a great time. You tried not to go deeper than your waist, or even get your hair wet, but Johnny had different plans for you, dunking you or splashing water whenever you got too close. You eventually gave up and dove in, swimming towards the crashing waves. Jaehyun was already there, the waves cresting over his shoulders, his wet skin glistening in the afternoon sun. His arms were outspread, his face turned towards the sky, eyes closed. The water crashed over him, running in rivulets down his chest, but he was immovable. It was a sight you couldn’t take your eyes off of.

“Isn’t he hot?” Johnny teased, coming to stand beside you in the water.

You rolled your eyes at Johnny, but it was definitely something you couldn’t deny. “Yeah, he is.” You sighed.

“So? What are you waiting for? Go get him!” He nudged you with his broad shoulder, almost making you lose your balance and fall into the water.

“I don’t know, Johnny,” you hesitated, “What if it doesn’t work out?”

“Well then it doesn’t work out? Then you eat two tubs of rocky road with me and call me at three o’clock with your drunken rants.” He shrugged.

“I don’t think my waistline can handle that anymore,” you joked.

“Listen, Y/N,” he took on a rare serious tone which made you perk up, “I know both of you really well, and I happen to think you two would be amazing together. Not that I think you ‘need a man’ or anything like that, but your personalities just fit, you know? Besides, I need you to get over that asshole of an ex you had, so even if you just use Jaehyun for sex I wouldn’t mind.”

You elbowed him in the ribs and he laughed.

“But seriously, Y/N, let yourself be happy. You deserve it.” He patted you on the shoulder, and then dove into the water and swam to where Jaehyun was standing.

You watched them again, your heart swelling in your chest. Overcome by emotion you let the tears fall, thankful that your face was already wet so it wouldn’t be so evident that you were crying.

---

The campfire that night took a little longer to light, probably because your hand shook like a leaf and you had trouble calming yourself down. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, until Jaehyun sat down beside you and your heart rate skyrocketed.

“Need some help?” he asked, sweeping his damp hair away from his face. You were aware that he was handsome, you weren’t blind, but you had never really looked at his face before, like really looked at it. He had eyes that could hold the depths of the universe but were still kind, a perfectly shaped nose, and cheeks that looked like soft bread that you wanted to squish. He was the weird, perfect blend of hot, sexy, cute, and goofy. To look like that, and then be sweet, humble, and thoughtful too, it had to be illegal.

“Uh, yeah, thanks,” you handed him the matches, and when your hands touched you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight,” you laughed nervously, rubbing your hand where his hand had touched.

He lit the fire with ease, before he handed you back the matches and regarded you with concern. “Do you feel sick or anything?” He lifted up his arm and made to touch your forehead with the back of his hand but before he did, he asked you for permission. You nodded, and the warmth of his hand against your head did wonders to soothe you.

“You don’t feel hot, that’s good,” he determined.

“You don’t think I’m hot?” you couldn’t resist the joke, but he just smiled.

“Oh I know you’re hot,” he leaned close to you and whispered, because Johnny was walking into earshot. You choked on air.

“Tents are up, hot dogs are here, and no beer for Y/N tonight!” Johnny exclaimed as he plopped himself down and divvied out the hot dogs.

“I don’t want any beer tonight anyway,” you scoffed, as much as you wanted to defy his self-righteous ass you wanted your head to be clear.

“Good, because we only had two left!” Johnny laughed, passing the other beer to Jaehyun.

“You sure, Y/N? I’m sure one beer would be fine.” Jaehyun held out his beer to you.

“No really, I’m good,” you smiled at Jaehyun, “Thanks for offering though.” You gave Johnny a pointed look but he just scoffed.

“Ignore Jaehyun, he just wants to get you drunk so he can get into your pants.”

Both you and Jaehyun started coughing, before exchanging guilty looks. Johnny stared between the two of you.

“Is there something I should know?” he narrowed his eyes at both of you, “have you guys been screwing around behind my back? Please don’t tell me, I actually don’t want to know.” He took a swig of his beer and stuck his hot dog into the fire.

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The three of you stayed up late into the night, talking about anything and everything, laughing till  your sides hurt at Johnny’s jokes and stories, and sometimes had quiet bouts where the crackling of the fire was all that was heard. It was during one of these quiet times that Johnny finally stood up.

“Well, that’s it for me. I have first shift tomorrow so I’m going to bed,” he mock-saluted you and Jaehyun, “Good night, losers.”

You watched him walking away, shaking your head, as Jaehyun laughed and wished him a good night.

“What about you, Y/N, you tired?” he asked.

“Not really,” you poked at the fire with your stick, the embers were dying and you tried to get them going again. You shivered at the lack of heat, and Jaehyun came over and draped a blanket around your shoulders.

“I guess I’ll go to bed,” he said, turning towards the tents.

“Actually, do you mind staying?” you didn’t look at him as you asked, but you were glad when you noticed him turn back and take his place beside you.

“I don’t mind,” he said, helping you restart the fire again. The two of you were quiet for some time before you finally spoke up.

“Can I ask you a question?” you started.

“You already did, but I’ll let you ask another one,” he replied cheekily. You nudged him playfully with your shoulder and he smiled. “Of course. What is it?”

“Do you think I would make a good girlfriend?” your question took him off guard, because he looked at you for a long time before answering.

“Do you think you would make a good girlfriend?” he countered.

“You’re not supposed to answer a question with a question,” you grumbled.

“Okay fine, since you’re asking my opinion, I’ll say yes.” He stated firmly.

“Why, though? I thought I was good enough, I thought we were happy, I thought he was happy, but it still didn’t work out. So was I really a good girlfriend then, in the end?”

“I can’t speak for him,” Jaehyun said quietly, “I can only speak for myself. And all I can say is that you may not have been good enough for him, but you are more than good enough for me, leagues more, galaxies more.” He made figure-eights with his stick in the sand so he wouldn’t have to look at you. “Theoretically speaking, of course.”

You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t believe you were that easy, but in your defense he had been breaking down your walls for the entire trip. You turned to him, took his face in your hands and looked deeply into his eyes. He started at the sudden contact, his eyes swimming with apprehension and wonderment.

“I want to kiss you,” you said resolutely, “is that okay?”

He broke into a wide grin and nodded, so you jumped off the proverbial cliff and pressed your lips to his. His lips felt exactly the way you thought they would feel, all those times you permitted yourself to wonder. He moved softly against you, his lips gentle, and except for your hands on his face you weren’t touching each other anywhere else. Yet it ignited something in you. You pulled away, knowing yourself and how you could get carried away. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed, lips kiss-stung. He was so beautiful in that moment you wanted to cry.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” you asked, feeling like a middle-schooler asking out her crush. He still hadn’t opened his eyes but he smiled widely and nodded.

“Yes I do, I really, really do.”

Your heart soared at that moment, and he finally opened his eyes. He looked at you with so much admiration that you thought you would melt on the spot. He took your hands in his, bringing them down to your lap before he leaned in and kissed you again. He started out gentle again, but when you tentatively swiped your tongue into his mouth his movements became more urgent. He slipped his arms around your waist and your hands went up to clasp around his neck. He deepened the kiss, his tongue in your mouth heating up your body more than any campfire ever could. He moved to lay you on the blanket but you stopped him.

“Not here,” you breathed, and he looked at you questioningly. Standing up, you took his hand and led him towards your tent.

You went in first, lying down on top of the sleeping bag, and he followed you in, carefully lowering his body on top of yours. He propped himself up on his elbows, mindful of not resting his entire weight on you.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his eyes roaming over your face, “I know it’s not the most comfortable place.”

You didn’t care at that point, you’d lie down with him in a canoe if this was how it felt. You just nodded, pulling him more towards you, wanting to feel more of him because you knew he was holding back.

“Careful,” he laughed, “I don’t want to squish you.”

“Squish me, I don’t care, you feel too good,” you answered, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. He nuzzled into your neck, the tip of his nose ghosting lightly on your skin.

“Mm, you smell so good,” he whispered, and soon his lips were on your neck. You shuddered as his lips painted a trail on your skin. When he swiped his tongue goosebumps erupted and you inhaled sharply. “Taste good, too.”

You involuntarily bucked your hips, and felt him hard against your core. He groaned at the contact, sucking harshly at the skin on the base of your neck. The sound of him groaning and the feeling of the mark he was probably leaving on you turned your brain to hazy mush. The only thing you knew was that you needed more.

“Take this off,” you ordered, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. He reached back with one hand and pulled it off with one go, and you would never get over how sexy he looked doing it. You put your palms on his chest, wanting to feel the firm muscle there, moving down to his abs, down his stomach, past his belly button to the trail that led down. You gripped the waistband of his jeans and he groaned again. “These too.”

He leaned away from you to pull his jeans off, leaving him in only his boxers, his eyes never leaving you the entire time. You took that opportunity to flip him onto his back on the sleeping bag, thankful for the years of martial arts training that gave you the ability to do it. He yelped in surprise before breaking out into a wide grin.

“Shit, that was hot,” he admitted, and you straddled him, pulling your own shirt off in the process. You reached back to unclasp your bra, but he suddenly sat up and stopped you.

“Can I?” he asked, and you nodded. He started kissing your neck again, making you throw your head back at the feeling, while he reached behind you and unclasped your bra, throwing it to a corner of the tent. His hands moved over your bare breasts, cupping them in his hands. Your breathing picked up as he held them, chest heaving when he rubbed the pads of his thumbs over your nipples.

“Jaehyun,” you breathed, grabbing his shoulders to keep yourself steady. You wrapped your legs around his back, grinding your hips against him and he groaned loudly in your ear. He tugged at the waistband of your jeans.

“Your turn to take these off,” he growled, and you sat back, taking your jeans and panties off in one go. He took that opportunity to pull off his boxers, and even in the dim light you could see the tip of his cock glistening with precum. He looked at you with hooded eyes but didn’t make a move, as if to say you could still stop this if you wanted to. But you knew in that moment there was nothing else in the world you wanted but him. You straddled him again, your hands on his shoulders, kissing him deeply. When you pulled away you were both panting.

“I want you,” you said firmly, a different ache in your chest forming, “I want you, Jae.” He looked into your eyes with so much emotion you wanted to cry, so you just grabbed his face and kissed him again, this time rubbing your pussy against his cock. You were so wet you slid easily against his hardness, and he moaned into your mouth at the sensation. On the next pass you caught his tip against your opening, and pushed down.

You broke from the kiss to moan loudly as the tip of his cock parted you. You moved your hips slowly so you could feel every inch of him enter you, stretching you so deliciously you couldn’t stop the moans coming from your mouth. His hands were on your ass, gripping the flesh there, watching your face as you lowered yourself onto him.

“Oh Jae,” you moaned, the pleasure almost too much for you to handle. He filled you so well, you could feel the tip of his cock touching your sweet spot and you knew once you started moving it would make you crazy. You started a slow rhythm at first, his cock dragging in and out of you at a measured pace. But when he started moaning, his voice low and sexy, you lost yourself.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. You snapped your hips harder, grabbing his shoulders as you could feel the knot in the pit of your stomach forming. Your thighs were burning which made your hips stutter, so he grabbed a hold of your hips and decided to help out, pumping upwards into you. The combined force ramped up your pleasure, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh Jae!” you screamed, his cock hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“Hey! Keep it down over there, some of us are trying to sleep!” Johnny suddenly yelled from the other tent. That made Jaehyun stop his movement completely, which made you want to kill Johnny.

“Put your airpods in and go back to sleep!” you yelled back. You heard him grumble before he was silent again, presumably asleep. You sighed in frustration, dropping your forehead onto Jaehyun’s shoulder. He laughed softly, kissing you on the side of the head.

“This isn’t over,” he whispered, holding you and flipping you onto your back. He was still hard inside you and he gave you a moment, staring at you with that look again, caressing your cheek with his hand, before he started to slam into you again.

You bit your lip to keep from screaming, wrapping your legs around him, your fingers digging into his back. It all felt so good, and along with your oncoming orgasm you felt something shifting in your chest. As he held you, his eyes on yours, it felt like your heart was being pulled from your body. A panic filled you, your eyes pooling with tears, pleasure still coursing through you at the same time, threatening to explode. You didn’t realize it but you were whimpering, from pleasure or heartache you couldn’t decipher.

He watched all of this play out on your face, before he kissed you softly. When he pulled away, he whispered low in your ear, “It’s okay, baby, let it go. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

You came with a cry then, not caring if Johnny heard you. It was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had in your life, and with it came a release of a different kind. The tears that had pooled in your eyes finally fell, your chest finally light again. Jaehyun cradled your face in his hands, kissing your tears away.

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A/N: I know it’s not a commonly held notion that Jaehyun is a sub in any way, but I just liked the idea of Y/N just throwing him for a loop and turning his world upside down like that (literally, lol). So anyway, just suspend your disbelief for that moment :)

[daily-dose-of-sweets]

Hello!! We have not interacted in while!! But I love you and I check your blog religiously!!<3 can I request some more lance sweets fluff? Or angst/fluff? Honestly whatever you’re willing to write I’ll be giddy to read. Ty! I love you so much!! I hope you’re doing well!!<3<3

@doctorsteeb

Hi!!! Just let me say I absolutely adore you and it makes me so happy to know someone likes my writing this much! I will totally try and write anything you request! I’ve got a few stories in the works for Sweets now, but here is a little late Christmas story for you! 

Christmas Greetings

Lance Sweets X Reader

Summary: After a year of being in a relationship with Sweets, you’re finally getting the chance to meet his family, or the people at the Jeffersonian in other words. Oh, and it’s at a Christmas party, for some holiday cheer this season.

Words: 2573

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“Are you sure they’ll like me?” You ask nervously, fingers shifting against the porcelain crockpot in your hands.

Sweets slips an arm around your waist and gives your side a gentle squeeze, “Trust me, they’ll love you.”

You take a deep breath and nod. It doesn’t really ease the nerves buzzing in your chest, but at least he is right there beside you. You and Lance had been in a relationship for a full year now, and you had yet to meet his colleagues somehow. It already feels like you know them though, from all the stories he’s told you, especially his partner Booth, and his wife Doctor Brennan. You’ve wanted to meet them for so long (which lead to quite consistent pestering on your part) but now that you’re finally standing here, your stomach is tying itself in a knot.

Christmas dinner is a huge deal, after all, and so are first impressions. What if they don’t like you? You weren’t in the science profession, so what will you even talk about? Sometimes you struggle to even understand some of the things Lance talks about, so how are you going to talk to the country’s foremost anthropologist?!

“Stop worrying, everything will be okay.”

You jump when you feel Sweets press a soft kiss to your forehead. His touch lingers, sending a soothing warmth flooding through you, finally easing the tension in your shoulders. Your eyes flutter closed as you lean into him, head resting against his shoulder for just a moment. When the two of you draw away, you tilt your chin up and let a smile capture your lips.

“Okay, I’m ready!”

Sweets chuckles and raps his knuckles against the door. Moments later, it swings wide open, letting the glow from inside cascade over you.

“Sweets!” You’re greeted by a man that towers over you, making you slightly shy away, but Lance keeps a steady hand pressed against the small of your back. The man gives your partner a side hug, clapping him on the back before turning to you with a wide smile, “And you must be (Y/n)! We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Oh really?” You glance over at Lance, who’s looking down with a bashful smile. His cheeks are glowing the softest rose color, which sends your heart thrumming. How can he be so cute?

“Is that Sweets and (Y/n)?” A woman comes rushing up behind the man. She offers you a sweet smile, just as vibrant as his.

Their excitement is so infectious, it fills you to the brim with a fresh energy, and now your own smile is wholly genuine. You weren’t expecting such a warm welcome! Why were you so worried about all of it, these people seem so wonderful.

“(Y/n), this is Booth, my partner at the FBI, and Doctor Brennan, the lead anthropologist at the Jeffersonian,” Sweets introduces you.

The woman, Doctor Brennan, is quick to shake your hand and say, “Please, call me Temperance, and come in. We are almost ready to eat, we have ham, and I also made a tofurkey.”

“Really?!” You gasp excitedly, darting in to follow her to the kitchen and leaving Sweets at the door, “I’ve been looking for a good seasonal tofu recipe for years! Could I possibly, maybe get it from you after dinner?”

You plop down your contribution to the meal and fall into an excited conversation with the scientist. You had no clue she was a vegetarian like you, and it’s not every day you get to talk to another! Sweets and Booth watch the two of you from the entrance, both sporting fond glints in their eyes.

“Thanks for inviting us, Booth,” Sweets hums as he shucks off his winter jacket, “(Y/n)’s been eager to meet the team, especially you and Doctor Brennan.”

The older man shrugs, though he has a pleased smile on his face, “Anytime Sweets! Bones will take any chance to make her ‘meat substitutes’. Remember how excited she got when you told her about it?”

Sweets nods, it is always memorable when Doctor Brennan shows such strong emotions, which wasn’t always often around him. He had even gotten the chance to help her plan the dinner, not that you knew about that. It filled him with warmth to watch you excitedly flutter around the kitchen, and to see how your eyes practically sparkled as you helped the anthropologist set up the dishes.

“You really love her, huh?”

A sigh escapes Sweets as he nods again, “I do. She’s amazing…”

Booth can’t help but feel a small swell of pride in his chest. He’d never admit it, but Sweets was like a little brother to him, and seeing the young psychologist so happy just put a cherry on top of the night he was having.

“Lance!” Sweets looks up at you, a wide grin spreading across his face when he sees you aggressively gesturing him over, all the while bouncing on the balls of your feet, “Come here! You have to check this out!!”

You know it must seem childish to some, but you can’t help but get thrilled over a good meal, especially when it’s vegetarian. You can’t wait for the day that you can make Christmas dinner for your family, spending the whole day cooking and then just being able to enjoy a nice night and some Christmas carols. Sweets would be right there beside you, and maybe a kid or two across the table. A boy and a girl…

“What is it?”

You jump, a fierce blush splashing across your cheeks when you whip around and come face to face with Lance. He’s standing so close, your noses are practically brushing. Your breath catches in your chest, and you spin back around, hoping he doesn’t notice just how red you’ve gotten. Stupid daydreaming, you totally forgot you called him over.

“Mrs. Temperance has this amazing recipe fo-” Your voice breaks when Sweets presses in close behind you, arms snaking around your waist. You clear your throat nervously, “-for um, for vegetarian casserole. She says it’s really good, so I was thinking I could, I could try making it sometimes!”

“That sounds wonderful,” Sweets hums, the words vibrating through his chest and against your back.

It feels like your entire face is on fire now, to the point where you feel like you need to call the fire department. There was more you were going to say, but it’s like all your thoughts have been put in a mixer and are now scattered throughout your mind.

“Stop torturing the poor girl, Sweets,” a smooth voice scolds from a few feet away.

You glance up to see a beautiful brunette with tanned skin, and right beside her stands a slightly shorter man with some of the curliest hair you’ve ever seen. You swat at Lance’s hands and twist away from his grip, embarrassment flaring deep in your chest. Nothing you could say would help the situation, so you just wave at them weakly.

“Angela, Hodgins, this is (Y/n),” Sweets says as he pulls you back to his side with a cheeky grin, “(Y/n), this is Angela Montenegro, our forensic artist. And this is Jack Hodgins, our entomologist.”

“And botanist, mineralogist, palynologist, chemist, among other things,” Hodgins continues with a casual shrug.

Angela elbows him in the ribs sharply, not letting her glittering expression fall for even a second. “Excuse my husband, he’s just really passionate about his work,” she chirps, “It’s really a pleasure to meet you. We’ve heard a lot about you from our dear Sweets here.”

“So I’ve heard,” you muse softly with a giggle, “It's nice to meet you too, by the way! Lance tells me you're also a traditional artist?”

You spend the night making conversation with all of Lance’s friends. You meet Cam and her partner, Arastoo, who are so lovely and gentle to you. You ask Arastoo all about his beliefs and how he came to work in forensics, and you even talk to Cam about her daughter. You also get to talk to some of the interns at the Jeffersonian. Each conversation just pulls you in, even if you don’t understand everything they’re saying. You’re literally talking to the leaders of forensic sciences, who wouldn’t take the chance to ask them all the questions and praise them for their work! Even through dinner, you share a quiet conversation with one intern, Finn, about his time before coming to Washington DC. Afterwards, you all take to lounging in the living room to enjoy some eggnog and story telling.

“So how did you and Sweets meet, huh?” Angela asks as she plops down next to you and Sweets on the couch.

The entire team falls quiet, all eyes immediately set intently on you. You shy back into Lance's embrace, which makes him chuckle and hold you tighter. Was your story really that interesting to all these people? Really?

“Do you want me to tell them?” Sweets asks you quietly, fingers brushing against the skin of your shoulder.

“Yeah, your memory’s better anyways.”

“He has to learn all that psychobabble somehow,” Booth jests from across the room, earning a disapproving look from his wife but some amused chuckles from the rest of the guests.

Sweets just rolls his eyes, easily brushing the jab off as he starts your story, “So, we actually met at a christmas party, just like this one. A mutual friend invited us and we started talking, and things just kind of...took off from there.”

You can’t help the snort of laughter that breaks from your lips when Lance trails off. He perks an eyebrow up, peering down at you in confusion, which only serves to send you into a bigger fit of giggles.

“What?” He asks, voice pitching up.

“Nothing, nothing,” you chortle, pressing a hand to your mouth to muffle your laughter, “You just left out a small tidbit. A pretty important tidbit.”

“Oh, did he?”

The room waits for you to calm down, but when you do, you just stare intently at Sweets with a raised eyebrow. Did he actually forget the beginning of the story? And right after you praised him for his memory! You wait for just a moment longer, the words perched on your tongue, waiting to see if he gets there on his own. It’s only when you see his eyes blow wide and his entire face flush red that you let the words tumble from your lips.

“What he failed to mention, is that we didn’t just meet and start talking. No, no.” Now it’s your turn to grin cheekily, “We met under the mistletoe, by chance, and you all know how the tradition goes. We started talking after that and found that we actually had a bit in common. It was about a month later that our mutual friend decided to share with me what actually happened that night.”

It begins to dawn on some people what you’re alluding to. You can hear some giggles ring out behind you from who you’re sure is Angela and the other women. Sweets is getting darker by the second, even his ears are tinged with that appealing rosy glow. This is totally payback for his teasing earlier.

“So, this is how the story actually goes, according to our friend,” you finally continue, “Apparently, I caught Lance’s eye when I got to the party. Back then though, he was a bit shier, and didn’t want to talk to me without a reason, sooo….he and our friend came up with a plan to have us meet under the mistletoe ‘accidentally’.” You break out some air quotes for the last word to stress just how silly the story is.

“Sweets, you dog,” Hodgins laughs.

“I never thought Sweets would come up with such a devious plan,” Temperance states amusedly.

“Alright, alright,” Sweets waves his hands in the air, looking thoroughly flustered much to your pleasure, “In my defense, she looked absolutely beautiful that night. Anyone would have been intimidated.”

Something warm and fuzzy fills your chest as you tuck yourself back into Lance’s side. To think, you almost didn’t go to that party last year. If you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have met the most amazing person in your life.

“I can’t say I mind too much,” you chirp, eyes closing as you rest your head on his chest like a content cat, “I think I’m pretty lucky to be the one who caught his eye.”

“You guys are disgustingly adorable,” Angela giggles next to you.

Maybe you are. You had never felt such a deep sense of affection for anyone, that is, until you met Lance. Now that you know what it feels like, you can’t help but return it full force, with every ounce of your being. He’s just been so good to you and has lifted you up in dark times over the past year. You couldn’t ask for anyone better, because you’re absolutely sure such a person doesn’t exist.

The rest of the night is spent telling stories and sharing sentiments. You stay tucked in Lance’s side the entire time, just enjoying the jovial tone and the sound of his laughter. When midnight rolls around, the party begins to wind down, filled with yawns and mumbled goodbyes as people take their leave. You and Sweets are some of the last to go, with Seeley and Temperance trailing you to the door.

“Thank you so much, again, for inviting us,” you murmur as you give the older woman a tight hug.

“Of course! You are welcome here anytime, and if you ever need anything, do not be afraid to call.”

“Yah, we’re always here to help. Though I’m sure Sweets here would do about anything for you,” Booth chuckles as he pulls away from giving Lance a hug.

Sweets gives his head a little shake and takes up his place next to you, “Thanks you guys, we really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it.” Booth gives a little wave, “You two have a good night. Oh, and you might want to take a look up,” he chimes right before closing the door.

Your eyes dart straight up at that, landing on a small plant hanging from the doorway. Breathless laughter shakes your chest, pale clouds lifting from your lips in the cold night air. It’s mistletoe.

“Did you do this?” You look at Lance, who has one of the smuggest smiles that you’ve ever seen on him.

He gives you a shrug and draws you closer by a hand on your hip, “Maybe…”

You shake your head at his antics, but you can’t ignore the butterflies that swirl around in your chest. Even after a year, he still makes your heart race.

“Well then, don’t leave me hanging.”

Lance doesn’t hesitate to cup your face, tilting your chin up so he can capture your lips in a sweet kiss. For just a moment, you forget the cold, you forget how late it is and how tired you are. All you can feel is the warmth of his body next to yours, the thrumming of his heart under your palm. Even when the kiss comes to an end, the two of you stay close, foreheads barely touching.

“I love you, (Y/n),” he murmurs oh so softly, for only you to hear.

“I love you too, Lance. Merry Christmas.”

Again, I love you all so much, and I hope your Christmas was absolutely amazing! Send in a request and I’ll be sure to try and write it!

[dakotafoster]

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𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 : When your boyfriend comes home intoxicated, he shows you a side of him that is reserved for only you. ✰

This will be my first one-shot on this blog, so please any constructive criticism will be really helpful! Hope you all enjoy. ッ

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It was a chilly starry night. Japan from the balcony window had never looked so serene until now. The bright stars that dotted the dark velvet sky, giving the gloomy canvas a little bit of life--of light. It was somber yet luminous, they drew the lights of heaven and gave the citizens of below a meager taste of something so divine and sublime, a measly fragment of the beauty we long to see in ourselves and the world around it. It was magnificent.

A heavy knock interrupted your attention on the black before you, muffled whispers and giggles could be heard from the opposite side of the chestnut door. As you lifted yourself from the glass railing you took a brief gander at the clock sitting on the desk beside your TV. It read 2:43 a.m.

Wrapping a small nearby cardigan around your frame and rubbed your eyes of sleep before making a beeline toward the door, the muffled voices becoming clearer as your got closer.

“Dammit Bakugou, quit messing around and give me your keys!”

“Gotta find it in my ass first shitty hair!”

Swinging the door open your (e/c) optics landed upon a frustrated Kirishima who was wrestling a very drunk Bakugou for a silvery white ring of keys right outside your flat doorstep. Bakugou seemed to be having an absolute blast, giggling like a little school girl as he evaded Kirishima’s attempts to swipe the item from his grip, and Kiri was having none of it. They both seemed rather oblivious to your presence and persisted to look like complete idiots in the halls of the complex.

“Both of you stop it before you wake up the neighbors!”

Your harsh tone is what finally received their attention, gazing timidly at you with wide eyes frozen. In one last attempt to get a rise out of Kirishima, Bakugou swiped his palm brutally on the back of his friends head, his head flung forward rough smack and a grunt, mumbling something about Katsuki being a dick. You heaved out a sigh at the sight of your boyfriend, his face sheen with a thick layer of sweat and a radiant red flush adorned his cheeks and across his nose. His eyes still the blazing crimson you had come to adore so much puffy and irritated.

“Sorry ‘bout this (y/n)... I didn’t mean to wake ya but Bakugou has had too much to be alone right now, and I still have to take care of Kaminari so...”

Kirishima timidly began to caress the back of his spiky locks, giving you a sheepish grin and gave a quick glance at the blonde next to him who was struggling to keep himself from tumbling forward. Too exhausted to even argue, you simply waved Kirishima off and moved to grab hold of your intoxicated boyfriend. The strong aroma of what was seemingly Fireball mixed with rum made your nostrils flare in distaste, far from his usual caramel scent.

“It’s fine Kiri. Just get home safe ‘kay?”

“Yeah, have a goodnight (y/n)”

You slammed the door behind with a swing of your foot, you then proceeded to lead Katsuki into your bedroom with an arm wrapped around his bulky torso to keep him straight. He stumbled over his feet a couple times along the way there, leaning on you for support so he didn’t face plant or dive to the floorboards in any way. He was mumbling incoherently to himself, slumping against your shoulder which led to his breath brushing up against the side of your face and into your ear, the hot sensation produced a shiver down your spine. Katsuki interpreted this rather well, because he immediately attached himself to your neck and pressed soft, open-mouthed kissed to your soft spot. He knew exactly how to drive you crazy even if he couldn’t even fucking walk straight.

“I need you babygirl.”

“Not tonight ‘Suki, maybe tomorrow.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his searing hot lips against your pulse, his wet tongue slipping out everyone and then teasingly. You hummed softly and weakly cupped his scalding cheek to pull him from your nape, cursing whatever deity that made him so goddamn tempting.

“C’mon lets get you ready for bed hun.”

“Mmm... Babe...”

He groaned lowly as you sat him down at the foot of your bed, his large frame slouching over his knees. Crouching down you gripped his ankle and raised his seemingly massive leg into your lap, silently untying his shoes whilst feeling his vivid gaze burning holes into your skull. Placing his shoes to the side you began to fumble with his belt to get rid of his ebony jeans. Amid doing so, Katsuki had graced with a lazy smirk and casually reached his generous hands to your head, running his fingers through your (h/c) strands.

“Hell yeah, this is what I like to see baby.”

Fuck. The way the words fell from those lips made you utterly weak. Your face felt like it was on fire with how carnal his gaze was, you were sure you looked like a fish out of water with the shock and overwhelming arousment you were feeling. Nevertheless, it was short lived when Bakugou dropped onto the bed and burst into a fit of laughter and giggles just by your reaction. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle with a twitch of your brow, you gave a quick smack to his thigh and tiredly tugged at his jeans once he had calmed down. His endless taunting was never so apparent until now and frankly, it was debilitating and instigating all at once.

“Stay here. Please don’t try and get up, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Yeah.. Sure.”

He released a small giggle and his head rolled to his left shoulder, laying tired on his back upon your white duvet. You rose from your spot on the floor and exited the bedroom to get him a glass of water and some ibuprofen to somewhat relieve his hang over. You didnt think you’d return to find a very naked and very erect Katsuki laying splayed out across the bed, the remainder of his clothes discarded on the side of the bed and his arms crossed behind the back of his head, his sculpted six-pack presented to you in such a way it made you drool like a fucking dog.. And the same arrogant smirk he’d been adorning for entirety of his stay among your apartment, the same enticing glimmer in his optics.

“Oh my god Katsu! What the fuck?!”

You shrieked, averting your eyes to your feet and stumbled around to find his boxers or at least something to conceal his manhood. Bakugou cackled our in delight before he was met with his boxers on his face, picking up on a faint grumble and your feet stomping toward the nightstand next to him.

“Put on your damn boxers Bakugou! I’m too fuckin tired for this shit..” You hissed at your dopey, idiotic boyfriend as he just began to fumble with the garment and mishandle them up each leg, snickering throughout the whole process. “Okay okay... No need to yell. So much for trying to serve it to you like a Hot ‘n Ready Hotpocket.”

You’ve never laughed so hard in your damn laugh at that. He grinned at your shaking form, watching intently as you struggled to breath through each laugh and chuckle, snorts coming out every few seconds. God, you hated him and loved him simultaneously for doing this to you. You wanted to give in to his desire because Jesus the sex was with him was down right unbelievable. Man, did this hunk of a man know how to pleasure a woman and fuck was he exceptional at doing so. Although, at the same time you were tempted to knock his ass into sleep. Either way you couldn’t officially decide. After several moments you composed yourself, taking deep breaths as you made your way into your restroom. You managed to stifle a few chortles in the process of grabbing a rag and moistened it with lukewarm water from your sink, then returned thankful you hadn’t walked in on another naked Bakugou. Making your way around the king sized mattress you were pleased to find he had already taken the ibuprofen and the water both absent.

“Let me clean your face baby. It’s all sweaty and sticky.”

You mumbled out drowsily, sitting down beside Katsuki and tilting his chin up to face you and nimbly wipe his face clean. You looked up at him to make sure we wasn’t falling asleep and you froze, your heart erupted at the sight you were provided with. Katsuki’s face was free of his usual scowl, instead his eyebrows were relaxed, tilted upward and his lips in a small, soft smile. Those dazzling vermilion eyes staring into you, glistening with so much adoration and passion for you. You choked, mesmerized with how calm and serene he looked. The next words to tumble from his lips could’ve sent you melting onto the floor like wax.

“I am really really... Really in love with you (y/n).”

You believed every single word. You never even questioned it for a second in that moment. Really because you had no reason to discredit his love for you, he was a genuine man with a sharp and palpable tongue 24/7. You both were aware of that, and you didn’t complain. It was nice to have him so honest with you, and yes sometimes he wasn’t always nice with the way he expressed such honesty you had grown accustomed to it. Which is why you had been so shocked to see the brash and usually loud brute suddenly become so hushed and tender.

“I mean it princess. I love you so fuckin’ much. I know I don’t really show you how much I do like normal shitty couples, and i’m really fucking sorry for that but I love you with everything I got babe.. I know how much I can be a pain in the ass sometimes.. But.. I promise I’ll never stop lovin’ you, and I’ll show you every damn day just to fucking prove it. M’kay? Your fucking stuck with me until you’re too damn old to even try and fight me on it. I’m so happy I met you and I’m terrified at the same, ‘cause fuck babe I never knew I wanted love until now, until you. I never saw the fuckin’ point. So please jus.. Fuckin’ stay and be in love with me too.”

He refused to give you a chance to reply before he gingerly took your face into his hands and brought his lips to yours. The world fell away as you felt his soft, chapped lips against your own. The kiss with just as delicate as his words and touch, moving smoothly and overwhelming emotion. You immediately raised your hands to weave together behind his neck, pulling him in gently to deepen the kiss. In response to this, Katsuki rolled his tongue across your bottom lip in a silent request for an entrance. You whimpered, opening your mouth as his tongue began to explore your wet cavern, faintly tasting the alcoholic beverages from just hours before. His thumbs swiping tenderly across your cheekbones and your fingertips tangled themselves around his strong neck.

It wasn’t rushed or rough in any way, not like the many nights were he would intend on fucking you senseless, this is when he would truly let himself be vulnerable. Moments like these when he was so damn soft and loving toward you, and only you.

The kiss lasted for what felt like only a minute when in reality lasted 15 minutes. He left you seeking for more. Heaving for breath at the mere intensity of the make-out, resting his forehead against yours, noses brushing against each other gently. You both stayed like that for a moment, just basking in each other’s loving glow with stupid grins across your lips. You took your time taking in this hidden side of your boyfriend, loving each second of it while you still could before he would return to his sullen self. You reveled in every moment you lost yourself in his soft caress, were it was nobody but the two of you acting almost as one. In which you could feel close to him away from intercourse and instead with sensual kisses and grazes. Nonetheless, he was certainly the half that made you whole.

“I’m in love with you too Katsu’.”

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Thank you so much for reading! Request are open, and feel free to leave feedback or ask any questions! ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔ

- 𝖑𝖎𝖟 ☾ ✩

𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 : (𝟔/𝟐𝟏/𝟐𝟎 - 𝟏:𝟓𝟓 𝐚.𝐦.)

[tuanyiems]

Caramel Swirls

Yugyeom x Reader (f) fluff x smut words: 3.8k plot: it’s date night but you’re both a little reluctant to leave the car, established relationship!au warnings – thigh riding, car sex, public sex, reader is a lowkey exhibitionist lol, unprotected sex, creampie a/n – this one is my favorite so far! part of Le Chocolatier drabble series, which you can find the masterlist for in my blog. feel free to read this as a one-shot or part of the series, in any order you want <3

You glance at yourself in the full-length mirror. You don’t quite look like yourself. It’s strange but also exhilarating. You angle your body to the side, admiring the way the silky material hugs your curves. Give it to Yugyeom to be able to find a dress that fits you, skintight. 

Lifting your arm to thread your fingers through your hairline, you pause, eyes still lingering on your body. Surprisingly, you don’t hate it. The dress Yugyeom picked for your date night is a deep shade of green, almost black in the evening light, and comes barely past your ass. On both sides of the strapless material, an open sliver teases at your bare skin.

You dressed the outfit in layers of gold, from your shimmering eye makeup to the gold heels on your feet. Atop your shoulders is a delicate see-through shawl, lined with gold embroidery—a piece you had only ever worn once at your best friend’s wedding, but you figured this was a good occasion to take it out again. Otherwise, you figured you’d have been more fit for a club than a fancy dinner. 

You smile, puckering your Dior red lips at your reflection. You have to hand it to Yugyeom. You do feel good getting all dressed up.

Of course, tonight it not just any occasion. It’s your birthday! And Yugyeom was adamant on treating you to an indulgent night. After all, it’s your first birthday as a couple and he wanted it to go perfectly.

There’s a knock on your door and when you turn Yugyeom is entering your bedroom like a prince. His wavy black hair is parted, curling into a heart at his forehead. But what takes your breath away is the black suit that’s tailored to his frame. His white button up is partially open, showcasing his collarbones. Your gaze travels down to his chest that peeks through as he walks to you.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers, hugging you from behind. You watch him through the mirror, the way he stares at your body showing his sincerity. Smiling, you relax into his chest, the familiar citrus and warm notes of bergamot tickling your nose.

You run your hand over his on your waist before turning your head up to look at him. “Thank you, you have good taste.”

“You really like the dress?” his eyebrow lifts in surprise.

You crinkle your nose. “Did you buy the dress thinking I wouldn’t?”

He chuckles, slightly embarrassed before shaking his head. “As soon as I saw the dress, I knew it was made for you. It’s different though. I know you don’t usually go for this style.”

At this, you break into a smile, sinking your fingers between his. “You’re right, I would never give this dress a second glance. But I’m glad you did, I like it.”

Pleased, Yugyeom pulls you tight to his chest and presses a kiss to your cheek, careful not to smudge your makeup. It makes you giggle, which makes Yugyeom smile even wider. He rests his head on your shoulder, gazing at you through the mirror.

“You look a little too good,” he pouts. “Makes me want to cancel our reservations.”

You meet his gaze through the mirror. You could say the same about him. He looks too good to be true in this suit. For a second, you seriously contemplate his suggestion, but ultimately, you decide against the impulse to jump him in your bedroom.

Twisting in his arms, you smile at Yugyeom. “How long were you on the waitlist again?”

Laughing, Yugyeom nods. “You’re right, we better get going.”

When you enter the car, you are greeted by a single rose sitting on the passenger’s seat. It makes your heart flutter. This isn’t the first time Yugyeom has gifted you with flowers before, but every time he does, you are reminded of a softness you’ve never felt in any of your past relationships. 

Yugyeom always has a way of making you feel soft and warm inside. You realized soon after you began dating that it was because Yugyeom as a person was just very soft and warm. From the moment you first met, you had felt it in his voice and seen it in his smile.

His aura, despite your own embarrassment and clumsiness, is the reason why you felt comfortable being around him. And now, almost a year into your relationship, you were still finding your heart fluttering from his small but sweet gestures.

Yugyeom takes a moment from the driver’s seat to watch you. Your eyelashes, dusted with the loose glitter from your makeup, brushes against your cheeks as you dip your nose to the crimson petals. 

To be honest, Yugyeom still doesn’t know how he got this lucky.

His days used to be so mundane. Of course, he loved his job and loved where he was in life, but it was still routine and pretty boring sometimes. And then you stumbled into his life like magic and made every single day since full of surprise and joy and excitement.

Even though you’re so self-critical about everything you do, Yugyeom thinks even your imperfections are perfect; like the way your face holds your emotions like an open book, or the way your words jumble altogether whenever you get nervous or excited. 

When you look back up to meet his gaze, your rosy lips stretch like a petal unfurling. “My mom called today,” you start and there’s a light in your eyes.

Yugyeom’s cheeks lift, dusted pink. “Oh really?” he feigns ignorance, looking away.

“Yeah,” you sing, leaning in. “It seems she received some flowers too. Have any idea about that, Gyeom?”

You press your palm into his thigh to stabilize yourself as you lean in close and when he turns to you, your noses are practically touching. 

Scrunching your nose at him, you smile, “Thank you.”

You press your lips against his, relishing in the muffled sound of surprise from his mouth. As quickly as you started, you are pulling away though and when you see the red stain on his lips, you laugh, thumbing at his lips. He watches you fondly as you do.

And before you can remove your hand, he grabs hold of your fingers, rubbing across them gently with his thumb. Still looking at you, he presses a soft kiss to your fingertips.

“It’s what your mother deserves,” he tells you. “She brought into the world my favorite person.”

You roll your eyes but the smile on your lips betrays your feelings. “This is why your friends call us saps.”

“They’re just jealous,” he chuckles, tugging at your wrist.

Lifting your brow, you give him a once over before shrugging the shawl off your shoulders. You shuffle onto Yugyeom’s lap, legs straddling one thigh.

“Something you’d like to tell me?” You tilt your head coquettishly. 

“Just that you’re beautiful,” he answers, hands coming around your waist. They run up and down your soft skin, between the gaps of your dress. It sends a shiver down your spine.

“You said that already,” you laugh bashfully, eyelashes fluttering down. You finger at the collar of his white button down, knuckles brushing at his collarbone. “How did you know my mom’s favorite flowers anyways?”

Yugyeom shrugs. “Her house was full of peonies, so I just assumed.”

You look at Yugyeom for a long time. You’ve only brought Yugyeom to your mother’s place once for Mother’s Day and only briefly. The fact that he thought to gift her flowers at all was a sweet gesture no other man has ever done for you before, but he even noticed the peonies in your mother’s garden and put in the care to arrange her favorite flowers for your birthday. 

You bring your hands to his face, thumb brushing at the moles across his cheek. Underneath his fun, playful character is his equally loving, thoughtful nature. How did you get so lucky?

“What?” Yugyeom furrows his brows at your extended silence.

“Nothing,” you whisper, before pulling him into a deep kiss. When his tongue meets yours, you can taste a hint of sweetness. Smiling against his lips, you wonder aloud, “Did you eat caramel?”

Yugyeom answers with another kiss, swirling his tongue against yours. The soft, velvet touch in your mouth sends a thrill throughout your body. Every time Yugyeom squeezes his fingers around your waist, you feel a heat spreading to your core.

Trying to soothe the need building in you, you press your core harder into his leg, whimpering when you rub yourself along the length of his thigh. As soon as he hears you, Yugyeom tilts his head back with a groan. 

“God,” he mutters, leaning against the headrest. His hooded eyes rake over your body. “Do that again, baby.”

He smirks, watching the embarrassment wash over your face. He squeezes your thigh reassuringly. “Don’t get shy on me now, baby. Do what you just did.”

Biting at your lip, you let yourself sink onto his thigh. The green material of your dress rides up your thigh, just barely covering what Yugyeom wants to see most. Clutching at his shirt, you slowly rut into him. The sensation brings a deep sigh out of you as you close your eyes to savor the feeling.

Yugyeom takes the opportunity to snake his hand underneath your dress to squeeze at your ass. Feeling your bare flesh in his hands, he smirks at you. “A thong, baby?”

“Not a lot of options with this dress,” you huff, pressing your lips back on his.

“Mm,” he hums with pleasure, squeezing at your plump flesh harder. He pushes you harder against his thigh, making you shiver. The smooth silk of your thong against his suit trousers makes you rub down on him faster now, the electric sensation building up in your clit. Already, there is a wet spot beginning to spread on his trousers.

“Fuck, you look hot like this,” Yugyeom mumbles, watching the way you fall apart on him. “Are you that desperate? You gonna cum before I even touch you?”

When he flexes his muscled thigh, you mewl, grinding harder against him. Already you can feel the tension building in your core.

“Fuck,” he groans when you ride him faster. You clutch on to him like a lifeline. He can feel himself tightening in his pants. But Yugyeom resists the urge to touch himself and instead, keeps his eyes on the way you’re soaking his pants with your arousal.

“Keep going, baby,” he encourages you as you begin to lose your pace. “Let me see you cum all over my pants like a good girl. When people see us, they’ll know exactly what you did.”

“Gyeom!” You moan, tilting your head back as you rut into his thigh. Each time, spiking a thrill that hurtles to your core. When he flexes his thigh once more, the knot in your core snaps, sending white heat throughout your body. Your entire body tingles with pleasure and Yugyeom’s name leaves your lips like a mantra as you fall into his arms.

When you finally come to, Yugyeom is smiling at you. Lifting at your dress, he smirks, pressing his thumb into the soaked triangle of your thongs.

“You made a mess,” he chuckles, pressing circles into your clit. 

“Gyeom,” you whimper, feeling the faint pinch of overstimulation on your sensitive bud.

Smiling, he presses a kiss to your jawline. “Is kitten hungry now?”

You shake your head, pulling his chin between your index and thumb, you glance at his lips before looking at him. And smiling mischievously, you reach your other hand down to pull the lever of his seat down, sending the both of you flat onto the chair.

“I want you,” you whisper into his ear. It sends a shiver down his spine.

“You are the birthday girl,” he concedes, tongue in cheek.

You grin, sneaking your hand down and cupping the bulge in his pants. He closes his eyes with a groan.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who wants something,” you tease, rubbing your palm against him.

“You looked so good riding me, babe,” he defends, a pout on his lips. You kiss it away, licking at the seams on his lips before tangling your tongue with his. At the same time your hands hurry to undo his belt, struggling to pull at the leather. He helps you out, loosening the belt and tugging his trousers down.

Eagerly, you pull him out through the hole of his boxers and unconsciously, your mouth begins to water at the sight of his hard cock standing at attention.

His dick is so hard, you can see the veins pulsing. You hold him in your small fist, rubbing him up and down until a small bead of precum leaks at his slit. He lets out a long breathy sigh, twitching in your grasp. Licking you lips, you circle your thumb across his slit, rubbing his precum in circles around the head of his cock until he’s shivering.

“Fuck,” he grips at your wrist, stopping you. “Quit teasing.”

You nod, pressing your lips to his jawline, your own patience wearing thin. Yugyeom shivers, feeling your teeth scrape against his lobe before you lift yourself off of him. Shuffling, you straddle him, hovering over his throbbing cock.

Glancing out the car window, you glance at him, an eyebrow cocked. Your red lips, smudged now, lift upwards, promising mischief. Running your tongue over your teeth, you stop at the edge of your mouth, peeking teasingly out of your lips just as you dip your thumbs between the seams of your dress. With a sudden tug, your dress scrunches down at your midriff and Yugyeom is blessed with the beautiful view of your boobs bouncing out of their confines in front of him.

“Oops,” you feign, your chest now in plain view of anyone who chances a glance past the car window. The very thought sends chills through your body and Yugyeom’s too. For someone so shy in their everyday life, you sure had an outgoing kink. Not that he’s complaining.

He loves this side of you.

“Come here,” he orders, tugging you down until your tits are practically smothering him.

Your skin is hot against his cheeks as he kisses down the valley of your chest, sucking a trail of hickeys down your skin. You whimper, nipples already hard with arousal. Another moan escapes you louder when he sucks a bud into his mouth, flicking it between his tongue while his hand comes to caress the other, rolling and pinching you between his thumb.

You lose your breath under his control, eyes closing as your body tingles with desperation. You watch him with lidded eyes as he moans around your boob, sucking on you like a starved man. You run your fingers through his wavy strands, pulling tight as you rub your core against his cock. Anything to relieve the throbbing ache.

The slight pain in his scalp only causes him to groan against your breasts, sucking you hard between his teeth.

“Gyeom, I can’t take this anymore,” you gasp out, pulling him off of you with a pop.

He nods, breath heavy as he grasps the base of his cock. He watches with blown pupils as you slip your finger through the string of your thong and pull the thin material to the side, revealing your lips, slick with arousal.

He groans, seeing your juices run down your thighs.

“Want me that much? You’re dripping baby,” he mutters, voice strained as you rub his tip between your folds.

He can feel the heat of your entrance teasing him. It drives him wild and you can see it on his face, the way his jaw ticks with self-restraint. It makes you want to tease him more, but the feeling of his head against your clit feels too good. 

You sink down on him with a sigh, eyes closing. You’re so wet that he slides right in, but the stretch is still delicious. No matter how many times Yugyeom has entered you, you can never get over how breathtaking the very first stroke feels. The way he breeches your folds, stretching you out around his thick cock always manages to break a whimper from your throat. This moan is guttural, pushing out from deep in your lungs as he pushes himself deeper into you. You shiver, cunt swallowing him in hungrily.

When he fills you to the hilt, you both sigh into each other, relishing in the way he fills you completely, in the way your soft velvety walls hug around him. You squeeze around him, enjoying just how full you feel.

“Fuck,” he whispers, cock twitching at the sensation. “Your pussy will be the death of me.”

Smirking, you roll your hips, clit rubbing against him and bringing another moan out of the both of you.

“Love your cock,” you confess, fingers clutching around his button up. You can feel his abs underneath tensing as you squeeze around him again. “My pussy was made for this dick.”

“Then show me,” he urges, bringing his arms to the back of his head. He smirks. “Ride me like a good kitten, hm?”

Biting your bottom lip, you moan, sliding off of his cock until only his tip is inside you. And in one swoop, you slide back down onto his length. Over and over, you ride his cock, mewling each time the head of his cock kisses your cervix. The pain and pleasure brings tears to your eyes as you bounce relentlessly on dick.

Yugyeom licks at his lips, fighting the urge to let his eyes roll back. Your cunt feels so heavenly around him, his toes are curling in his shoes, but you look too good to look away. In those gold heels, legs spread wide and tits bouncing. He almost hopes someone really does walk by because it’s such a waste that only he gets to see this lovely sight. 

You ride him so well. He can’t get enough of the sight. He watches as his cock disappears inside of you over and over, your arousal dripping down his cock and soiling his boxers. God, you don’t know what you do to him.

Already, he can feel his balls tightening.

Stretching his arms out from behind his head, he rewards you with a thumb to your clit.

“Gyeom!” you moan, body shivering as soon as his thumb rubs circles against you. You swallow, forehead glistening and thighs straining. The sudden pleasure that shoots through your core makes you lose your pacing until your body gives out and you fall into his chest.

Yugyeom smiles, pressing a kiss to the crook of your neck. “You worked hard, kitten. Now let me take care of you.”

With that, Yugyeom lifts his feet to the seat and wraps his hands around your ass. And arching up front the seat, he pulls you into his chest and begins thrusting up, hitting you much faster and harder than you could. You let out a breathless moan, fingers threading through his hair as he fucks up into you. Your clit rubs against him, making you squeeze around him.

Your moans and the lewd squelching of your juices fills the small space every time he thrusts into you. You’re both sweating in the thick heat of the car and you’re absolutely positive the car is shaking from Yugyeom’s prowess, but you could care less. All you can think of is the sound of Yugyeom’s heavy breathing against your neck and the pulse of his cock fucking himself into you.

“Fuck, yes!” you scream, your body tightening exponentially when he rubs against your g-spot, sending an electric heat straight to your core. “Right there, baby!”

Yugyeom can feel you tightening around him and with renewed vigor, he tightens his hold around your hips, sucking a nipple into his mouth. He sucks so hard it hurts, but the pain mixes with the pleasure of his cock hitting your g-spot every single time.

It feels so good you could cry, each thrust making you impossibly tighter around his cock.

“I’m-I’m gonna cum,” you whine, eyes squeezing shut as you feel yourself at the brink of euphoria. 

“Let go, baby,” he whispers against your skin, thrusting harder into you.

“Gyeom!” you moan almost incoherently as you fall completely into his chest, body giving into the pleasure as a burst of ecstasy releases from your core, your mind going blank as the pleasure hits you in waves.

Yugyeom fucks you through the high, his cock straining as you pulse around him.

“Shit,” he curses, feeling his balls tighten.

And then he is moaning into the heat of the car as hot cum shoots into you. He groans, thrusting into your cum-filled cunt until the sensation gets too much.

You shiver, feeling him slip out of you. You let out a satisfied breath, feeling his cum, warm inside you. Arching up, you glance down. Despite the thong sliding back in place, his cum drips down your thigh. Yugyeom watches with you, his chest filling with pride.

Finally, Yugyeom lets out a laugh. “Is it your birthday or mines?”

You join him in laughter, fixing your dress back up before lying back down on him.

“That’s what happens when you go do things like buy my mom flowers,” you chuckle, palm on his chest. You can hear the beat of his heart against your ear, still thrumming with excitement.

“I should buy her flowers every day then,” he jokes, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

You smile in amusement.

Placing a palm to your cheek, he rubs his thumb across your soft skin, tilting your head to look at him. “Still wanna go out?”

You giggle, eyes curling when you stop to really look at him. His entire face and neck is smeared with your red lipstick.

“I don’t think we’re dressed proper anymore,” you chuckle. “And I’m pretty sure we’ve missed our reservation.”

“Sure?” he asks softly. “I can call to move our reservation. Give us time to clean up.”

You shake your head, lips curving up. “I don’t want to clean up.”

“Oh?” he arches his brows, curious.

“How about,” you press a light kiss to his jawline. You trail fluttering kisses to his neck and feel the bob of his adam’s apple as he gulps. “We go back up to my place and get dirtier?”

[huenjin]

2020 year end greetings.

disclaimer: this is going to be very long ( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ ), but that's how much gratitude i have and so much more of love.

2020. ah, this year was a very emotional journey for me and how i wish i could sing jessi's gucci all throughout. however, that was not the case. tumblr helped me run away from all those irl miseries. these people made me feel at home.

this skz writing blog has been existing from the last few days of september and it came to life when i was losing motivation to write on my main (which i closed down because stray kids made me like writing back again) and it's stayed since then. you guys have stayed since then. grateful, a one hundred times and more.

so, this is rue, getting sappy and so much more thankful for everything i have and recieved with this blog. this is rue, asking you to accompany me for a little more and to listen to the stories i have to share. the is rue with heart full of nothing but love for each one of you.

to each one of my mutuals, for whom i pray to the stars to shower you with nothing but fortune —

@sinisterlyhan ♡ eiko, best thing i ever did was hit you up. how are you always so calm? or at least that's the tone i have in my head when i read your texts. it's so pleasant to talk to you. ily. and let me get started on your writing — you've heard this from me like every day but ma'am, you make magic. you lace stars together to form such a beautiful constellation of a writing and i fall in love a little more. thank you for inspiring me to always do better!

the hyunsung demon!au (whew!) — 01. 02. 03.

this hyunjin bad boy!au

@mochinnie ♡ isa, how i wish you handled yourself with a little more care. you're so fragile and delicate and i just want to protect you ?? so much ??? you're precious and one of the most beautiful people i have met. your characterisation is just perfect and god, i wish i could once write headcanons like you do. thank you for being my friend and for fangirling to me and for loving me. it means the world. psst, ily.

this seungmin fic

querencia | hh

@sparklemin ♡ nara!!!! big brain nara! god i love how your asks make my whole day and how you bring up different minho agendas in my head. you have my whole heart and i'm in love with you bye

girlfriend | bcn

hidden confession | bcn

@bearseungmin ♡ dawnie babie thank you for being such an enthusiast all the time while talking. you're so cheerful and happy and thank you for being this nice <33

beat it to the door | bcn

could listen to you read the dictionary | lfl

@chogiout ♡ yah, kira! sometimes i want to whack the back of your head like i whack my sister's, okay? it's the same kinda sibling love with you. fuck, not ever going to let you leave me. after all, my parents taught me to take responsibility of the stuff i rid innocence of. (lmao, sorry, bitch ily!!)

memoir | jyh

this youth of craziness | csn

@mikoto-ica-fics ♡ mi, bb! thank you for being so supportive. istg, if it weren't for you reblogging that one fic of mine, my fics would have never seen light to this day. it's easy to get lost in the tags hehe. and then i happen to text you and omg, aren't you the nicest ever? i love your story ideas, the way you write, the way you interact with people and thank you for talking to me. you make me want to be better.

entangled | lmh, hjs

power grab | hjs

@toffee-hwa ♡ ana! anaaaa~ you're so enthusiastic and supportive and fuck, i looooove ranting and fangirling to you! and the minute i know you're watching the same kdrama as i am, i just go like wheeeeeee— HAN SEOJUN!!! lmao, but thank you so much for talking to me, for listening and for caring! my romanian queen, you pretty human, you're the best!

yet, pt.i

yet, pt.ii

@chandisiacs ♡ yah, pav! must i drag you back to tumblr from twt? must i? i miss you. i really do and i can't wait to have your arse back here. thank you for being such a lively person to talk and hang out with, eee! and not at how you succeeded nano! inspirational! thank you x

thread of all your legendary aus

starboy | bcn

@unsaidhj ♡ you're so soft. and god i love you? and your aesthetics. it's a thing, ma'am. i existed to see your aesthetics lmao. and then i text you and you're so kind omg. i could never hate you so please, ma'am, stop telling me that in panic? huihui, ily and i hope you stay healthy. place yourself first, bb.

knife under my pillow | hhj

scammer, scammed | bcn

@sleepylixie ♡ yo, neighbor! you reminded me how small the world can actual get! love love talking to you about irl stuff because you can understand how messed up it is! and you're so kind, ah!!

in umbra

passion's abyss | lmh

@dreamyhan ♡ one of the few people i see on my dash and go like — hazeeeeeeeeel! you're just so nice, god. like if cotton candy was a person, it would be you, alright? and then there's your writing ability that skyrocket off the roofs because it is that good. thank you for being so supportive and nice to me! x

next time | bcn

in his arms | hjs

@itsapapisongo ♡ boy, my main man, javi!! your work was once my most favorite thing to listen to. loved how the mall worked and everything. and then there's how supportive you are like omg. if only i could explain the courage you give me. it's infinite. you make me feel infinite. also, #hardhours, right?

george of the jungle

swimming fool

@kabira ♡ typing the url down was even more romantic, manx. don't ever change this. love how strong and bold you are. love your opinions and love your writings even more. you're one of those few people who write like they mean every word from their heartstrings. thank you for providing us with stories to tell for eons. x (psst, ily so much!)

backstreet driving | hhj (that's the first skz fic i read because it was from you and not because it was skz and aren't i glad?)

sic semper tyrannis | lty

@dalknow ♡ the only other person on tumblr that i text religiously on discord. i love talking to you, bb. love getting personal with you. love how i can share absolutely anything. thank you for trusting me. thank you for listening to me. thank you for loving me. can't wait for you to put your stories back up on this acc. you're undefeatable and i know you'll have that known.

to each one of my anons, for whom i pray that you stay safe and healthy and most importantly, happy —

🧸 :: put you on the anon list because in my head you are that anon — my very first one and the one that lit up my whole world. it's kind of a very proud moment when someone wants to talk to you. you made me feel that. you made feel loved. and to see how well your blog is doing now, god, i feel like a proud mother.

🐠 :: my greek princess. the fact that i learnt more about breads from you than from my school makes me laugh hehe. you really did light up my world with every ask you sent me and had me unknowingly hope that you are happy in every minute. and now that i know who you are, i'm even more content because you're a mutual too now!

🍧 :: god, you have a special place in my heart, ice cream anon! maybe because you liked me more than my fic and followed me here even though you were an anon from my bts blog. fuck, if that didn't make my heart flutter, nothing ever will! (hush, your relationship is something i am still rooting for!!)

🦊 |🌹| 🥀 | 🛸 :: the way you guys keep checks if i'm staying hydrated and healthy. i am. and even when i wasn't, your asks made me go drink a cup of water ha! thank you for loving me x

tiktok anon :: ♡♡♡♡♡♡ yes idk what else to say to you but that i would give you a piece of my heart. your tiktok asks make my whole day. it's something i look forward too! thank you for always making my day!

and to my other anons, tagged or untagged :: thank you for sending me an ask. every single one, either telling me to stay happy or hydrated, or that my fic was great or that you're feeling extra horny that day (we've all been there!) i appreciate it and thank you for making me smile! x

to all the mutuals that i admire, look upto and wish we talked waaaay more, let's do it soon please! and to some mutuals that i just miss talking to! —

@nightshade-minho (ily! x nicest bean ever!!) :: @satanssmuts :: @lovebini :: @seraplantery :: @xiaojunssmile :: @chan-skz :: @chanluster :: @decembermoonskz :: @bangtantaegi (queen!!) :: @yunhozone (i miss you!!) :: @inkigayeo :: @vocalyunho

i hope each one of you stay happy, content and loved. my memory is pea sized and so i do pray that i haven't forgotten any! thank you for being my mutuals, for sharing laughter and talks with me for these months i've been here! i’m sorry if i missed anyone, but i seriously do appreciate everyone that i’ve ever talked to on here though! i hope to see you all next year and let's be happy together !!

with much love, x rue!

[ashes-and-ashes]

To the beautiful @jilylicious - it’s still technically your birthday where I live (late time zones for the win!!) so HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

I’ve followed your blog for ages now and I still so vividly remember reading that one Jegulus fic, the one in the hallway with Reg’s cut arm and I remember falling in love with them but being far too scared to ever try writing it. You’ve inspired me in so many different ways - from the ships I write for to your incredibly badass, take-no-shit attitude. I love you to bits and hope you had an amazing birthday!

I feel a bit bad writing angst for your birthday but I figured you’d like it anyways :) so here’s some Jegulus angst ❤️

~

Regulus watches as James heads over the Quidditch field, his broom slung carelessly over his shoulder. He looks good like this, tousled hair and a beaming smile, his robes clinging to him with sweat as the stars shone above them.

Regulus forces a smile, even as he shifted his weight, letting his own broomstick drop to the side. James hadn’t questioned it when he asked for a game, late enough at night that the pitch was empty. They had played for what felt like hours, tossing the Quaffle back and forth. James was even good enough to be a decent Seeker, all raw talent and beautiful grace.

Sometimes he thought he could live like this forever, up in the air with James by his side, the night wind cold against his face. Sometimes he wanted to run away, fly away, live this whole shit-storm of a war behind and flee.

Remember this, he thinks, as James approaches, his eyes still lit up from the thrill of flying. Remember him like this.

The tilt of James’ lips as he laughed, the careless tangle of his hair, how he was beautiful on the ground and stunning in the air. How it felt to kiss him, all lean muscle and easy strength, Regulus tilting his head back in an effort to meet James’ lips.

Regulus swallows, past the bitterness in his throat, the burning in his eyes.

Remember him while he still loves you.

“Reg?”

Regulus blinks; James is standing in front of him, glasses flashing from the light of the moon. With a sigh he slid to the ground, fingers curling in the damp grass. “Come on,” he says, tugging at the bottom of Regulus’ robes. “Sit down.”

“The grass is wet,” Regulus complains. A small smile forces its way onto his lips; only James could do that, make him smile even when he felt like crying. “It’ll screw up my robes.”

James tugs again, hard enough that Regulus has to grab the fabric to prevent it from sliding off. “I’ll screw up your robes,” he whines. “A little water won’t hurt you.“

Regulus rolls his eyes but he joins James in the ground. They lie there for a bit, Regulus nestled up against James’ side, watching the stars spin idly above them. He can hear the steady beat of James’ heart echoing down into his bones, feel the flutter of James’ pulse where his wrist pressed against Regulus’.

“Reg,” James whispers; Regulus turns to that their face to face, only bare inches apart. “What’s wrong?”

Regulus blinks. Something inside his stomach twists viciously, nausea filling his core. James stiffens, his face going pale, teeth digging into his lip.

“Tell me,” he says, his voice low and steady, an unbreakable facade. Regulus swallows, hard, feeling like he was falling, plunging headfirst towards the rocky ground below him.

“They’ve arranged it,” he says, and James flinches.

“When.”

“Summer. Probably as soon as I get back.” A bitter laugh tears from his throat. “Can’t risk losing another son.”

James’ face goes pale. His grip is hard on Regulus’ wrist, almost punishing, the knuckes going white. “So soon then.”

Regulus swallows. “You knew it was coming.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be - you said - “

“He ran,” Regulus says, and the words sound cold even to his own ears. “Sirius left. He ran. Who’s left to put on the shackles?”

James makes a low noise, like he had been stabbed. “You said you wanted him - “

“I did.” Regulus takes a deep breath. He’s slipped into that distant way of talking, the walls slowly coming back up. “He needed to run. He would have died in there.”

“You’ll die.” James’ voice is soft. “They’ll kill you - “

Regulus shakes his head. He traces the outline of James’ jaw with a shaking hand. James’ eyes look huge in the darkness, innocent and naive, the look of a boy who had never suffered.

“They won’t,” he says, and he can hear the steel in his voice. “I’m not like Sirius. They can’t break me. Not like this.”

“They’ll find a way,” James breathes. He lets out a short exhale, dragging his fingers up to burry in Regulus’ hair, as if he could press the two of them together for eternity. “They’re Death Eaters, Reg. They’ll find a way to break you. To change you. They’ll take that light inside of you and they’ll kill it.”

Regulus closes his eyes. “Then what do I do?” he cries, and the words are agonized. “There’s no way out for me - I’ll be forced to - to kill and to torture - “

“Run,” James says, and he’s said it so many times before, whispered in between kisses and against necks, the word hanging in the air between them like dust. “Leave. Like Sirius.”

“My parents - “

“You owe them shit,” James says. Regulus just smiles.

“But I owe my brother. For all the curses, all the beatings. I owe him this.”

James bites his lip. Colour flares in his cheeks and this is who Regulus fell in love with; the bold, brilliant boy, the one who never stopped fighting, never stopped hoping, never stopped dreaming. The only bit of light in an otherwise dark world and he loved him so much that it hurt.

James says, “Please.”

“I can’t,” Regulus breathes, and hurt flashes over James’ face. “If I leave you’re all as good as dead. My parents promised the Dark Lord a son. He’ll take the cost in blood if he needs to.”

“He can suck my - “

“Me or Sirius,” Regulus says, and James cringes, his face crumpling. “It was either me or Sirius. Who would you rather give up?”

“No,” James whispers, his voice breaking off. “You can’t - “

“He’s my brother,” Regulus breathes, and he thinks he feels something break inside. “Of course I chose him.”

[angryschnauzer]

Superior Specimen - Chapter 7

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig… and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Drunken Piggy Back Rides, Oral Sex (Female Recieving), Drama, Theft, Amateur Heroics, Hospital Visit, Shower Sex, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Blow Job, Fingering, Lavish lifestyle, Henry is loaded, The Shard, Expensive Gifts, Sixty nine, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Angst, Argument, Jealousy,

I do not operate a tag list, but please follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications, as you will then be notified whenever i post something new.

I don’t have a masterlist, but all my works are on AO3, link here. Usually i post oneshots to Tumblr and AO3, and multichapters exclusively to AO3, but as this is my first henry story and its going to be a short series, i’ll post to both places.

Chapter 7

 When you emerged from the bathroom Henry was just coming out of the kitchen area, two bottles of water in hand before he opened one and handed it to you;

 “Drink”

 “Thank you” you took it from him and lifted it to your mouth, not realising how dry your throat had grown from all the exertion. As you drank in silence you couldn’t help but to let your eyes stray over his exquisite body, from his broad chest to his narrow waist, to his thick cock hanging heavy between his enormous thighs. You hadn’t realised how long - and obviously - you’d been staring, but when he held his arms out and span slowly around with a smirk on his face you realised it hadn’t been in the tiniest bit subtle;

 “Like what you see Princess?”

 Stepping forwards you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his chest as you smiled at him;

 “You know I do”

 With a sly grin you pressed the cold-water bottle to his naked ass and he let out a high-pitched squeal and leapt forwards, knocking you to your ass onto the soft plush carpet. Propping yourself up on your elbows you grinned at him as he towered over you, a look of dark amusement on his face;

 “Oh, you are in for it now Princess”

 You let out a squeal as he suddenly swooped down and threw you over his shoulder before stalking back to the bed and tossing you onto the king-size mattress. You squealed and laughed as he was suddenly upon you, tickling your sides in a relentless fashion as you writhed and wriggled beneath him. With your legs entangled you were soon rolling around, skin sliding against skin and you could feel him getting hard against your belly. In a moment of weakness you were able to twist your body enough so that suddenly you were on top, straddling his waist. You caught his hands in yours and intertwined your fingers together, your chests heaving from exertion and laughter.

 You leant forwards and pressed a kiss to his lips, and that’s when you felt it. You weren’t sure if henry knew what you were about to do, but as you knelt back upright and rolled your hips just right, you slowly sank down onto his hard length that had notched just right at your entrance when you’d kissed him. His eyes went wide in surprise, his jaw hung open before the feeling of your hot soaked walls completely enveloping him was too much to process and his eyes fluttered shut;

 “Oh… oh-hoh… fuck…”

 His lip trembled as you slowly rolled your hips, arching your spine before straightening. With your fingers still linked you moved, riding him slowly, spelling out letters and words with your hips to rub him just the right way to make him go crazy. Out of all the times he had known how to work your body and drive you to an intense orgasm, now it was your turn. With a roll and curve of your hips you felt his fingers tighten against yours, his mouth moving but unable to get out the words he wanted to say, before finally finding his voice;

 “Hu-holy… fuck... Princess, I-if you keep going I’m gonna cum”

 “That’s the plan…”

 “But you…”

 “Shhh… don’t you worry about me Hen, just enjoy it”

 His body relaxed when he realised what you wanted to do, that you weren’t concerned about your own orgasm, and instead wanted to drive him completely crazy. With a swirl of your hips you started to spell out certain letters with your hips. You closed your eyes and concentrated on spelling and with each letter Henry’s moans and cries got more heated. On the second to last letter he let out a high pitched whine and his hands flew to your hips, the tell-tale tremble where your bodies were joined, and as you swayed your hips from right to left to right to left it was the trigger and his back arched, pumping you full of another load of his thick seed.

 He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you down to his lips, kissing you before you settled onto his chest, your head resting on his shoulder as you held him in the afterglow of his orgasm. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely a whisper;

 “Thank you”

 “Umm, you’re welcome?”

 “No, really, thank you. It’s been a long time since a lover has solely given me pleasure without expecting it in return… which I absolutely will do, but…”

 In that moment you felt for him, you knew that he knew he was a skilled lover, but when you have a skill sometimes people can take it for granted. You went to speak but in that moment your stomach rumbled, and you giggled as he ran a hand softly over your back;

 “You are feeling hungry again Princess?”

“We did work up quite an appetite… do you think it’s too late for room service?” you propped yourself up and smiled at him.

 “Go check out the fridge… I would move but you’ve rendered me useless for the next few minutes with that pussy from heaven…”

 You delicately shifted off him, feeling his now soft member slip out of you, and you stood on wobbly legs, walking bow legged to the kitchen as you felt Henry’s cum slowly coating your inner thighs. Bending to look into the fridge you let out a squeal when you saw the large plate decorated with miniatures of all the restaurants famous desserts. 

“Bring two spoons!” you heard Henry call from the bed and you smiled as you did as he asked, carrying the plate in one hand and the cutlery in another as you made your way through the room lit by a single lamp at the side of the bed that he’d switched on and settled the plate on the bed beside Henry as he sat propped up against the plush pillows. You handed him a spoon and grinned;

 “Okay so we’re not going to just eat these off each other’s bodies?”

 “Uh-huh… you see this one?” he swiped his spoon halfway through what looked like a chocolate cheesecake; “This one has cocoa nibs in… they get caught in my chest hair”

 He lifted the spoon to your lips and you moaned as the rich Ecuadorian cocoa hit your taste buds, before grinning and talking with your mouth full;

 “So, you’ve done the body cheesecake eating thing with someone else?” you cocked an eyebrow, before your eyes went a little wider when you saw him start to blush and you stopped chewing.

 “Not exactly…” he took a deep breath and smiled sheepishly; “I was staying here last year - my Air B&B wasn’t ready - and I ordered room service. I had fucked up my shoulder on a dig so couldn’t be bothered to wear a shirt… and proceeded to drop an enormous spoonful of cheesecake on my chest”

 You let out a burst of laughter, struggling to keep the chocolatey mess in your mouth as he continued;

 “So not only was it super cold, it got caught in all the hairs… and my dominant arm was fucked up so when I went to pick it out I missed the plate with the crumby base and dropped it on the floor… then proceeded to step on it and leave a trail of brown stains across this carpet to the bathroom that looked like I’d trodden shit around the suite”

 Your eyes watered from trying hard not to laugh and spray cheesecake over him, but the thought of him having to speak to the concierge about another ‘its-not-shit-its-cheesecake’ incident was too much… thankfully Henry could see your predicament, quickly reaching to the plate to grab a paper napkin that had been set on it and handing it to you so you could spit the cheesecake out.

 The pair of you picked at the desserts, feeding each other, talking and laughing, before you stifled a yawn;

 “I need some sleep… you’ve worn me out”

 “Let me get rid of this” Henry grabbed the empty plate and started towards the kitchen area; “And then I’ll see about sorting you out Princess”

 Standing you smiled as you headed towards the bathroom, your body and mind in that pleasant glow of pre-sleep, absentmindedly calling out to him;

 “I love you to pieces Henry but you are not coming near this pussy again tonight, she needs time to recover… I’m gonna pee then fall asleep in your arms in that massive bed”

 With your back turned you weren’t aware of Henry’s reaction to your words, how he’d picked up on your casual use of Love, and that he knew it came from the heart. 

 By the time you returned to the bedroom Henry had lowered the blinds and was laying in bed, the covers to his waist as you climbed in beside him, curling up to his wide chest as he wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You were asleep within minutes; however Henry was wide awake, his mind racing, processing something that had never been said to him before.

You woke to find Henry’s arm draped over your waist, his chest to your back as the cracks of daylight peeked in through the miniscule gaps in the blinds that covered the windows. You shifted a little and he rolled silently onto his back, the sheets draped over his lower body and you could tell he was sound asleep. Sitting on the side of the bed you reached for the water bottle only to find it empty, and with a longing glance at sleeping beauty you pushed yourself to your feet in the search for a drink.

 Twenty minutes later you emerged from the shower, having found your lower body to be a sticky uncomfortable mess upon waking, you spied Henry’s shirt from the night before draped over a chair and pulled it on, smiling at the scent of his aftershave as your body heated the luxury cotton as it nestled against your naked body. Quietly making a cup of coffee you peered in at Henry, still snoring away in the massive bed. Letting him rest you took a seat in the dining area, resting your legs on the glass table as you checked your phone, snapping a shot from your hip that showed Henry’s shirt tails draped over your thigh, your steaming mug of coffee, and the London skyline in the background. 

 One Instagram upload later you were quietly enjoying your coffee as you checked your messages when one caught your eye, from your roommate. As you read it your heart sank. Two years ago when you’d been hunting for a flat share in London you’d been introduced to a friend of a friend, a photographer that had a flat in Fulham and was never home, as he was a Paparazzi and travelled for 9 months of the year. He kept a place in London that was in essence a storage flat, but for security he liked to have a roommate. The last person had moved out and he needed someone to take on the spare room. Rent would be low by London standards, and for most of the year you’d have the place to yourself. Well, now he had decided to make the move to LA permanent, and wanted to touch base with you regarding how you and he should go about sorting the flat… and he was giving you first refusal to see if you wanted to buy it. 

 You set the phone down on the table and stared out of the window, a million and one things racing through your mind… did you earn enough to get a mortgage? Would it just be easier to move out and find another place? You were chewing on a fingernail when a large pair of hands slid down your shoulders and slipped inside the open shirt to cup your breasts, whilst the owner of said hands bent over you and kissed you;

 “Morning”

 “You look delicious in my shirt Princess”

 Henry's voice was rough from sleep, immediately ridding the previous problem from your mind and it sent a jolt of arousal straight to your core;

 “You looked pretty damn good in it too last night”

 Turning you stood and wrapped your arms around his wide shoulders, sighing into the tongue filled kiss as he lifted you and set your ass down on the cool glass of the table. Slowly he unfastened the few buttons that were holding the shirt together, before letting the garment fall open to expose your naked body. He ran his hand down your body, cupping your sex before sliding two fingers through your folds;

 “You’ve showered”

 “I have… I was sticky…”

 “Mmmn… I’ll just have to make you sticky again”

 He angled his hips and you felt his morning wood press against your entrance, his thumb rubbing against your clit as he slowly pushed into your soaked channel. You were expecting him to just fuck you on the table, but when he lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist, you let out a cry of surprise before he walked the few steps to the massive windows and pressed you against them;

 “I want all of London to see how beautiful you are when you cum, how well you take my dick…”

 He started to fuck you hard against the glass, your head resting against the cool surface as you clung to his shoulders, and with each delicious flick of his hips he was driving you rapidly towards orgasm, his thickness filling you completely. You were almost there when he paused, and it brought your focus back to his face, surprise to see he wasn’t looking at you, instead his attention was outside. You following his gaze and let out a shriek: the window cleaning crew were hanging from their gantry, squeegees in hand and jaws agape as they watched Henry railing you against the window they were cleaning from the outside. 

 With a smirk Henry reached over and pressed the button for the internal window blinds to be lowered, the two of you still carnally connected as the outside world was cut off. In the now muted light Henry started with fresh vigour as he fucked you harder than ever before, filling you repeatedly before you came with a scream, squeezing his body so tight he followed soon after, pumping you full again. 

 He spent the longest time just holding you, pressing kisses to your face and neck before your legs started to cramp and you begged to be let down, the sclooping sound of his heavy length pulling free of your cum soaked channel met your ears and it sent a grin to your face;

 “I’m going to need another shower”

 “I think I’ll join you” he replied with a grin, before picking the room phone up; “I’ll order breakfast so it’ll be here for when we’re finished, say 45 minutes?”

 You nodded silently, realising that the shower wasn’t going to be a ‘just get clean’ shower.

 -

 The shower had proven one thing; Henry was insatiable and had the stamina of a horse. He’d had you bent over from behind in the shower before you’d both cum, finally washing yourselves clean after that. As Henry shut the water off and stepped out he held out a hand to you, before wrapping a huge fluffy towel around your body and pressing a kiss to your nose. A knock at the suite door interrupted, Henry wrapping a towel around his waist as you started to dry yourself.

 Emerging from the steamy bathroom a few minutes later, you’d tied the soft robe that was provided by the hotel around you and found Henry setting out the trays of breakfast on the table that only an hour before he’d been fucking you on;

 “Breakfast is served! What would you like; waffles? Fruit?”

 “Yes, it all sounds amazing”

 You sat beside each other quietly eating, before Henry sat back and smiled at you;

 “What would you like to do today?”

 You shrugged;

 “I hadn’t really thought about it to be honest… I wasn’t expecting an overnight stay at a hotel, so I didn’t exactly pack a change of clothes. I guess just head home after doing a walk a shame through reception in my evening dress”

 Henry stood suddenly, holding a finger up in a ‘just a moment’ way, crossing the room and disappearing to the bedroom. You heard the quiet woosh of the sliding wardrobe doors opening, and moments later he reappeared carrying a number of bright yellow giftbags with ‘Selfridges’ emblazoned across them;

 “I thought of that…”

 He set the bags onto the table in front of you, and you raised an eyebrow;

 “Hen… what’s in the bags…”

 “An anti-walk-of-shame kit” You stood and looked into the bags, before starting to pull out their contents as he continued to explain; “I wasn’t sure what to get, or what the weather would be doing, so I got a few choices…”

 Pulling a floaty summer dress from one bag you held it against you and twirled around, revelling in the way the fabric drifted on the breeze. Checking the label you saw that it was the right size, before setting it down and going through the other bags. You found a pair of comfortable velvet sliders that your feet would certainly welcome after wearing the high heels the night before, a cardigan, and a bikini that looked incredibly tiny along with some lace panties. Another bag contained travel sized toiletries and a hairbrush. Another held a pale tracksuit in the softest of jersey fabrics. You set everything back into their bags and looked at Henry;

 “Thank you…. Is this normal for you?”

 “No, not at all” he wrapped his arms around your waist; “With everything that happened this week, I wanted to treat you, surprise you with a night that couldn’t beat any other night you’d ever had with anyone in your past”

 “What if I hadn’t said yes to staying the night?”

 “Then I would have taken all this back to my place for you to use there” he shrugged and a smile on his lips.

 “And why the bikini?”

 “Oh, there’s a pool here, thought we could make use of it before lunch?”

 -

 The sight of Henry in swimming trunks was enough to make you want to drop to your knees, the fabric closely cropped around the tops of his massive thighs, and the way his dick bulged obscenely in them, well, you were glad you were the only ones making use of the pool. Your bikini that he’d chosen for you wasn’t much better, the top merely two triangles of fabric with an array of straps, the bottoms just about covering your pussy but not a lot else. You were thankful for the robes the hotel provided for your short trip to where the pool was. 

 Once you were in the water however the playful side came out of both of you, hands sneaking under the water for surreptitious squeezes and caresses. Just at the point where Henry was about to have you pressed against the wall of the pool you heard the door open to the pool room, and a family with three kids came in, the kids dive bombing into the water. You both laughed at their excitement of swimming in a high-rise, the views over London just as stunning as in every other room, and as the parents apologised for the kids you told them it wasn’t a problem at all;

 “We were just about to get into the jacuzzi anyway”

 “We were?” Henry muttered but didn’t argue as you led him up the steps and quickly sank down into the hot bubbling waters, the jacuzzi just around the corner from the pool. You were in the same room but thankfully out of sight, and the second the two of you were enveloped by the bubbles Henry pulled you to sit on his lap, facing away from him. 

 “There are camera’s here” he whispered in your ear; “But they can’t see what happens underwater…”

 His fingers snuck into your bikini bottoms, seeking out your folds before rubbing against your clit. Resting your head back against his shoulder, to anyone watching it would seem you are just a couple in each other’s arms; what they couldn’t see was Henry already had two fingers knuckle deep within you. He was grinding his dick into your ass when you let the water float you above his lap enough for him to tug his shorts down just enough to free himself, before he pulled you down and you sank onto his hardness. 

 As you watched the city go about its day Henry whispered utter filth into your ear, his hips making the tiniest of thrusts beneath the water, his fingers rubbing hard against your clit as you did your absolute best not to moan, sigh, or give anything away above the water that you had Henry’s massive dick plundering you yet again, this time in public. 

 His breaths were getting shorter in your ear and you had almost bitten through your lip from trying not to moan at the pleasure that was building in the pit of your stomach, so when Henry’s other hand snuck inside your top and pinched at your nipple you let out a tiny grunt and started to cum, the tightness of your walls contracting around him setting his own orgasm off.

 Soon after you climbed out having rearranged your swimwear, pulling your robes on before nodding to the family that were blissfully unaware of what you’d just done, their kids having been squealing and screaming far more than you two ever could.

 -

 Back at the room and showering again, you laughed as you playfully slapped away Henry’s hands as he kept trying to grab your ass in the shower, before finally turning and cupping his balls;

 “Henry, give these two a rest, they’re almost empty… gotta save something for my afternoon snack…”

 He grunted as you carefully washed him down of the soapy suds that covered his cock and balls, before kissing him once. As he soaped your back his voice was quiet;

 “What would you like to do now? Head out somewhere? Borough Market is just across the road… Or it’s just a short walk down the embankment to tower bridge… we could be proper tourists for the day”

 “That sounds good”

 -

 Sipping on the multiberry smoothie you’d bought as you and Henry had looked around Borough Market, the pair of you slowly strolled along the embankment alongside the River Thames. There was little to no breeze which you were truly thankful for as the dress he’d bought you was shorter than you were expecting, however he certainly wasn’t complaining and rather vocally had expressed how much he enjoyed seeing you in it. With your fingers interlinked with his you were deep in thought as you sipped on your drink, walking in silence towards the ornate towers of Tower Bridge.

 “... Princess?”

 Stopping you turned to Henry;

 “Yes? Sorry, did you say…?”

 Henry quietly laughed;

 “I have in fact been wittering away for the entire length of the embankment… what’s on your mind?”

 You saw a bench and nodded to it, Henry following you as you sat down;

 “My roommate has told me he wants to sell the flat”

 “Oh… I didn’t realise you had a roommate… and a ‘he’ at that…”

 You sat back and looked at him, raising an eyebrow;

 “Are you... Are you jealous?”

 He leant forwards, resting his elbows on his knees. Taking a deep breath, he let out a single laugh before shaking his head;

 “No… yes… kind of…”

 “You don’t need to be. He’s gay. He’s out of the country for nine months of the year. When he is in the country, he’s barely at home with the hours he does”

 “What does he do?”

 “Paparazzi photographer. He’ll be here for a few months in the springtime… when it’s warm enough for celebs to be here for holidays and shopping. Usually starts with the Brit awards in February and is gone by May”

 “Where does he sleep?”

 “In his room of course”

 “His… room?”

 You stood, getting frustrated at the points Henry was focusing on;

 “Yes, his room. The door off the right of the living room. That’s his room”

 “Oh”

 That was it. He didn’t say another word, instead just looked down at his hands. And it annoyed you. This man, this gorgeous, kind, caring man, the same man you had thought of and nothing else for the past few weeks, who had been your knight in shining armour, was suddenly focusing on such a small detail of your life and becoming jealous of it? The longer you looked at him the longer he kept his gaze averted, saying nothing.

 You’d stayed long enough, silently you turned, the lump in your throat growing as you walked away, tossing the remains of your drink in the nearest bin. You didn’t look back. If he was going to be like that over something so tiny, perhaps you’d fallen too hard for him.

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