#i genuinely don’t know if i’ll ever feel that sensation of pure euphoria i felt during the karma outro at my show ever again in my life

[littlefreya]

Undercover

Prompt:

How do you Henry would react if *said person* blurts out "Oh Geralt" or "oh yes August" or "yeah Clark" (or any other character he played) while having sex with him? 😂

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Words: 773

Warning: 18+, RPF, graphic, dirty, rough sex, role play, creampie, some fluff.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own.* 

A/N: Okay, it’s lunch break and I forgot to buy food so might as well feed on your arousal instead, because that’s what succubi do. Enjoy and don’t forget to reblog if you enjoyed 🖤😘

Title: Undercover 

Rivulets of sweat dribbled down his nose and landed on your cheeks as he rotted into you with the unbridled vigour of a starved man. Sex with Henry would usually range between gentle-rough to what you called ‘bruising love-making’, but tonight he was on the verge of becoming berserk. On and on, he plunged into your core, his hands forcing your wrists to the sides of your head while his thick cock assaulted your taut little cavern. 

At one point you were convinced he was aiming to split you asunder.

“Good girl, my good, good girl,” his smooth baritone praised in a chant, backed by the carnal symphony of sin that was the mixture of bodily fluids splashing between your wet thighs.  

And perhaps it was the way he held you down and fucked you so dominantly or the shadow of an early moustache that graced his upper lip. But as you clamped around his cock so wantonly and your rapture threatened to rip through, you accidentally howled a name...

“August!”

Shock sparked his sapphire-blues, his breath hitching so loud you felt his cock twitch inside you along with the hiss. 

Fuck. What have you done?

“I didn’t... I...” Still panting, you sought in your mind for an apology when suddenly you found yourself flat on your chest and your ass and knees manoeuvred upwards. 

“Want August to fuck you, is that it?” Henry asked in a distinguished American accent as he rose to stand on his knees. 

Before you could muster an answer or even turn to meet his gaze, his pulsating shaft speared you with such might you screamed into the cushion. But Henry gave no mercy nor left any escape from his onslaught. Reaching his hand to your nape, he etched his fingers around your flesh and hauled your head up just as he slammed into you with might.

“That’s right, angel,” his laughter thundered with arrogance while he watched you shake and caved to his dominion. Forcefully, he pummeled your cunt, the cheeks of your behind rippled against his slapping hips, and your cries were nothing but a sort of a helpless wheeze. Pleading for his seed, your walls suckled around his gift, and your convulsing tightness milked low guttural groans from his throat.

“You want big bad August to come inside you? Fill your pure little pussy with his dirty cum?” Henry asked and punished your lack of answer with harder, faster jabs. “Yeah, that’s right, scream princess, I’m not stopping even if it hurts, I’ll fuck you to tears because you are pretty when you cry, and once I’m done fucking you, I’ll fuck up this world too.” 

For a moment, you were genuinely terrified, his act so convincing it made your lungs empty with fear. Not to mention, he never took you this rough before, uncaring of your helpless yips. Feeling the crown of his cock seeking to breach through the sealed gate of your womb, you faltered into delirium; your entire body quaked as waves of bliss engulfed your every sensation, filling you with nothing but feral euphoria. 

The tingling spasms of your cunt around his swelling girth and the clenching grip quickly urged him to follow. Giving you three last violent thrusts, Henry finally slammed himself all the way in and spent himself within the abyss of your greedy womb. 

You moaned again as you felt the hot and thick stream ooze inside you, little creamy ribbons leaked out of your seams while he continued to grind himself in, making sure to plant his seed as deep as he could.

Lingering inside you until the very last drop, Henry groaned and granted you with a playful smack on the ass.

“You liked that? Liked being fucked by someone else?” he provoked in his fine British accent and then carefully pulled out and moved to lie by your side. 

A glint of concern sparked your eyes at the terrible thought that you might have offended him, turning on your side, you noted his face, but no rage appeared in his shimmering sapphires but only the sight of playful content.

“I’ll always prefer my boyfriend,” you assured him huskily and then nibbled your bottom lip, “but this... role play thing?...”

“Yes?” Henry crooked an eyebrow as if he already knew what was brewing in your brilliant mind.

“Are you open to trying that again... with other characters?”

Henry flashed his teeth at you and huffed amused, “I don’t know,” he moved his fingers to caress your damp cheek gently, “would you ever be open to pretending that you’re a Night Elf from Warcraft for me?...”

[remmushound]

Radio Hearts, chapter 4!! @scentedcandlecryptid @digitl-art-monstr

Shelldon woke up.

The sleep passed by as quickly as it always did and the first thing the drone did was go quickly over to the mirror to see if anything about him had changed. He didn't feel any different, but it could never hurt to check, right?

Shelldon gasped when he saw himself. Then he gasped again when he realized he was able to gasp. That wasn’t a recording— that was a new voice. His voice? The reflection staring back at him was a new one; colored a bright purple with streaks of pink going along his sides and on the ridges of his shell. At first he thought his propellers gone, until he located them again. They had been moved; where there had once been only one on his shell, there were now four in the places of his flippers. He moved one, and then the other. And then he moved all four, all independent of each other. He had never been able to do that before!

Then he noticed his sensors; no, not sensors. Eyes. Expression-filled, bright yellow eyes that stood out against his color scheme. Pupils that dilated and constricted and spiraled on his command. And his mouth was almost like a screen! Just like with his eyes, he could flip between various expressions of joy and sadness and anger. Genuine expressions of his own!

“Woahhh…” Shelldon’s voice sounded strange to him, new and almost vibrating within him, but he didn't mind. He had a voice! A voice all his own!

Donatello walked up beside Shelldon with a soft smile; not one of the fake ones he’d often force upon himself, but a real smile. He reached over and touched Shelldon on the head, giving him a gentle scratch just like Splinter always did.

Shelldon almost collapsed with the vibrating euphoria of the touch. He had felt touch before, but never in such an intense sensation that made his motor rumble, and his eyes take on a mind of their own. Though he could still see out of them, the sensors showed his eyes shut and a smile on his face that almost resembled a W. The touch felt nice!

“You like that, Shelldon?”

Shelldon found himself rubbing against Donatello’s hand with much the same affection that a cat would.

“I’m going to take that as a yes.”

***

“Hey Mikey!” Donatello called as he and Shelldon approached the mutant. “Mind if Shelldon plays a few rounds with you?”

Michelangelo caught his ball and gave an uncertain whine, hugging the toy tightly to his chest. “I don’t know, Dee. I just got this ball…”

“I’ll get you a brand new one if anything happens, which it won’t!” Donatello declared, adding the second part quickly when Michelangelo seemed uncertain.

“Please?” Shelldon asked, and his eyes went circular and watery in a begging expression..

“Awww….” Michelangelo cooed, and then seemed to brighten. “Okay. Go over there.”

Shelldon looked to Donatello for permission before drifting over to the place that Michelangelo had indicated.

“Okay…” Michelangelo gave his new ball one last hug before he threw it to Shelldon.

Shelldon was ready. He did the same move he had done before, realizing a little too late that the move had been one of his many faults before. The ball struck home and Shelldon awaited the violent pop, but it never came. Instead, the ball bounced effortlessly off of Shelldon’s carapace and flew right back to Michelangelo. Michelangelo gave an excited squeal as he caught the ball and held it tightly to his chest a moment before tossing it right back to Shelldon.

***

Donatello let Michelangelo and Shelldon play their catch game for almost twenty minutes before he and Shelldon moved on. Shelldon felt… happy. He had never felt emotions as genuine and strong as he had since he woke up the previous time. He couldn’t help but wonder if Donatello had been the source of that. Either way, he stayed close to his maker even as his eyes tried to linger on almost everything they passed.

“Hey Raph!” Donatello called as they entered the weight room. “Leon!”

Raphael gave a curious hum as he looked over at Donatello and Shelldon. “Oh. Hey…”

Leonardo was spotting the snapper and he seemed far more excited to see his twin and the drone. “Hey! There’s my main man! And Donnie.”

“Brothers, you remember dear Shelldon.” Donatello smiled and motioned to the drone, pointedly ignoring Leonardo

“Yeah…” Raphael’s head started to sink into his shell until he got a better look at Shelldon. “Hey. He looks different.”

“Yep. Gave ‘em a few new upgrades. You like?”

Raphael pursed his lips as he leaned in closer to look at Shelldon. Then he smiled. “He’s got eye’s now!”

“He’s always had eyes.” Leonardo pointed out.

“Yeah but they’re like… like real eyes! Not weird eh… blank ones.”

“And he can talk.” Donatello gave Shelldon a pat on the side. “Go on Shelldon. Say something.”

Shelldon hesitated. “Something.”

Raphael gasped. “Aw! Your voice is so cute!”

Leonardo butted in, leaning his head into Raphael’s shoulder. “Does it like, change or something?”

“Shelldon has exactly 16 different emoticons to express different emotions he may be feeling at any given moment.” Donatello explained. “He can also switch between them at will if he ever needs to manipulate, but you didn't hear that from me.”

To show off Donatello’s work, Shelldon rapidly flicked between all the expressions at his disposal. Both Raphael and Leonardo seemed to share a similar awe, leaning in closer to get a better look at Shelldon.

“Snazzy~!” Leonardo exclaimed.

“He’s like the roomba but cuter!”

Donatello gasped and grabbed Shelldon, hugging him close. “Don’t you dare compare him to the roomba!”

“He’s got hands now too?” Leonardo got closer so he could touch Shelldon’s front hovers.

“Technically, they’re flippers.” Donatello corrected, sticking his nose in the air.

“Eh, hands, flippers, whatever.” Leonardo moved and shifted the hover around to look at it closely.

“It’s never bad to be accurate.” Donatello scowled.

“What kinda turtle is he based off of anyway?” Leonardo slid to behind Shelldon to play with his back flippers.

Shelldon whined and tried to pull his feet away. Donatello noticed immediately and yanked Shelldon away from Leonardo’s curious touch.

“He’s based off a mix of softshell and leatherback.” Donatello explained proudly.

“Really?” Leonardo returned to stand once more beside Raphael. “But his nose is small, and so’s his forehead.”

“Nardo leave my forehead out of this.”

“I mean, that thing’s so big even Dora can’t explore it. Mountain climbers are too scared to try and surmount it cause they could never bring enough food for that journey!”

“That’s tough talk for the eighth forgotten dwarf.”

Leonardo gasped loudly. “Don’t you dare talk about my height!”

“Well don’t bring my forehead into this!”

“Guys.” Raphael got between the two of them before it could go any further. “Don, your toy’s cool. Please go somewhere else before Leo brings out the mad scientist jokes.”

“Speaking of mad scientists” Leonardo started.

“No, no no no no.” Raphael corrected, pushing back against Leonardo when the slider tried to resist him. “None of that. Don, go now.”

Donatello took his brother’s advice and left with Shelldon. Shelldon looked back at Raphael and Leonardo, his screen showing a frown and sensors showing sad eyes.

“Toy…?”

***

As usual, when the time came where the brothers had to leave, Shelldon was left in the loving care of Splinter. Splinter was thrilled when he realized Shelldon could talk back now, and their discussions after each movie increased tenfold now that Splinter was actually getting responses. Shelldon couldn’t remember ever seeing the old man smile so much; it made him smile in turn. Seeing Splinter happy made him happy. Somehow the movies seemed even clearer than they had in Shelldon’s previous upgrade. He had a better understanding of the words and their meanings, and when emotion spilled into the characters voices, Shelldon could feel it too.

When Splinter pet Shelldon like he did every day as they spent time together, it felt even more euphoric. Each gentle stroke and rub sent shockwaves through Shelldon’s wires and that gentle rumbling returned like it had when Donatello had pet him.

“Are you purring?” Splinter commented, looking over Shelldon with a wider smile creasing across his face. “That’s adorable.”

The compliment only made Shelldon purr even more. Yes, he was purring! He wondered for a moment why Donatello would bother with what must have been a useless upgrade, but then Splinter started to pet him again and all his thoughts were lost with the love he felt both from Splinter and in his own chest.

***

“Shelly…”

Shelldon’s sensors came to life from his charging at Donatello’s gentle urging. He was confused. Checking his charge, it was just barely halfway. It was hours before he was set to wake up, and Donatello had never woken him up so soon before. He barely had enough energy to hover, but he tried. Donatello picked him up immediately so he wouldn’t have to expend the power.

“Easy, Shell.” Donatello smiled, giving the drone a gentle stroke on his head, “I have a surprise.”

“A surprise?” Shelldon whirled. “But Dee. It’s early.”

“I know— I know I just couldn’t wait.” Donatello was practically melting with glee, his smile wide. “Here— I gotta turn you off real quick but it won’t be for long.”

“Turn me off? Why?”

“For the surprise!” Was all Donatello elaborated. “You trust me, don’t you? I— I’ve been working on it for a while! I know you’ll like it! But I gotta turn you off, just— just for a little bit!”

Shelldon tried to read Donatello’s expression, but all he could find was an overwhelming sense of pure excitement. Shelldon flashed a sleepy smile.

“Okay, Dee…”

At Donatello’s touch, Shelldon went to sleep.

[writing-appreciation]

Everything has Changed

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Panic Attack, nightmares, Endgame spoiler, the Waltz,

Synopsis: Everything changed when I met her, and that’s amazing.

Song: Everything has changed- Heffron Drive

Big Italics- Lyrics.

Italics- Flashback.

Bold Italics- Nightmare flashbacks.

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Everything has changed since I met you. My heart was broken, hope was overdue.

It was after school on a Tuesday that I met her. The second Tuesday after my break up with Liz. Just before I went on my daily patrol.

We literally ran into one another at Delmar’s.

“Oh my God, sir, I am so sorry, are you alright?” She asked in a paniced tone.

“Yeah, I’m fine…”

I went on to order my usual and I watched her make the sandwich with shaky hands. She seemed nervous.

“Really, you don’t have to worry, I’m fine.” I spoke up, hoping to clear her conscience.

“Peter, the fact that you’re not making a big deal about this makes me feel worse.” She looked up briefly to respond.

She knew my name. Suddenly a familiar sensation flooded my chest. A feeling of hope? From that moment on, everything changed.

Nothing is the same since I met you.

And suddenly I became hyperaware of her presence at school. Turns out we actually had three classes together. Everytime I peaked my head up from my notes, I’d find my gaze lingering on her.

It was obvious that I was falling for her, but it was too soon. I could tell it was too soon. I always fall too quickly.

“Alright class, remember, extra credit to those who come to the movie night tonight!”

I looked at her again, but noticed she was gone. I surveyed the room to find her and eventually I did. She was signing her name on the board for the movie night. Suddenly a plan swung into my head.

Tonight, I’d ask her out. After the movie. This movie night would be like a date anyway, so maybe it would all work out.

…

The hardest times are easy to get through… When shadows of the past disturb my night. Make them run and hide. Cause nothing is the same since I met you.

Running. I was running. Away from something that I couldn’t identify. I didn’t want to. I couldn’t look back. All I knew was I had to run away.

“Peter?”

No, what’s she doing here? She’s gonna… no.

“Peter.” Her voice was stronger.

My eyes jolted open and I saw her face, concern torn, staring into my eyes. She was immediately calming. All tensions from the nightmare ran and hid in the pits of my subconscious.

She asked me if I was okay, I told her no. She asked if I wanted to talk about it, I told her no. The fear was too much. So I excused myself and went home. Feeling as pathetic as always.

Here and now, Just hear me out. Through fear and doubt.

I wasn’t expecting her to show up at the apartment that night but she did. She was concerned. I heard hert heartbeat from the other side of the door. I waited a minute until I answered the door.

“Hey, can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course.” I opened the door wider for her to welcome her in.

“Okay, hear me out, I know we’re not besties or anything, but I can tell when people are afraid and you were afraid tonight. Just tell me you’re okay.” She said all in one breath.

I was momentarily lost in her eyes. I knew she was a caring person, but to have her be so caring for me was creating a warm feeling.

“Peter, hello?” She snapped her fingers in front of me.

Suddenly everything went crashing. Her snaps, although innocent, brought back the memory of Tony’s sacrifice, the battle, dying, all of it.

My breathing picked up and my chest tightened. I always felt like I was dying when these things happened.

“Peter!”

And just like that she was by my side. With her help, we both ended up on the couch. I felt one of her hands trace patterns on my back, while the other was wrapped around me. I heard her heartbeat pounding in her own chest. Somehow it was calming. She was telling me to breath every so often. Eventually my heartrate went down and my breathing evened out. All because of her.

Everything has changed since I kissed you. I never thought the love could be this true.

I told her who I was that night. And explained why her snaps sent me into a panic attack. She understood. She didn’t run, in fact she helped me through everything. Her kindness made me fall even harder.

“No, and then he dropped the whole half built death star!” I said to her smiling.

Her laughter filled my room. The sound bounced off of the walls and made the room feel nice.

“I’m totally going to pick on him for that on Monday.” She said in mid laugh.

It was Friday night. She waited for my patrol to be over on Friday nights so we could just hang out. Usually, there would be a pizza order to go with it, but tonight was a movie night, so that meant movie snacks.

To be honest, I wasn’t even paying attention to the movie. I was too busy focused on the way her head was resting on my shoulder.

Her laughter made me shoulder shake lightly. It made me smile. This closeness. This friendship. I didn’t want to lose her, but I did want something more.

“Do you know how to dance, Webhead?” She asked randomly.

“Define the word dace.” I joked.

“You know, like the waltz. Did they teach you the waltz in middle school? Because they did at my school.”

“What kind of school did you go to?” I asked, genuinely surprised at this revelation.

“Get up, I’ll show you.” She got up and held her hand out.

My heart stopped. It was one thing being close to her while watching a movie, but to dance? I don’t think I could handle that. She seemed to catch onto my apprehension.

“Come on, literal babies can do the waltz. I’m sure you’re capable too.”

I got up and faced her. She was beeming. Like she was so excited to bestow this dancing knowledge to me.

“Okay, so you’re the man so you’re supposed to lead. And the lead leads with his right foot.” She explained while opposite to me.

I didn’t have time to ask. She just grabbed my hands and positioned them. Butterflies immediately filled my stomach when she did so.

“So your right hand will hold my left, and your left with be here.”

She guided my left arm to her upper back. She also had her right hand rested on my bicep. The butterflies grew stronger.

“Okay, so take one step forward with your right foot ” she said while looking down at our feet.

I did so, and watched as her left foot moved back and met with her right foot.

“Okay, now one side step to your right.”

She went on to explain the amazingly simple steps. I picked it up in no time.

“Fast learner, I would’ve loved to have you as a partner in middle school.” She joked. “Ready for the spin?”

I raised my right hand that was still connected with her left and spun her around.

She was laughing and I was too. It was truly fun.

When I stopped spinning her, she clung to my chest for balance. She seemed dizzy.

“And then like every movie, the two get their post dance kiss and all is happily ever after.” She joked.

I couldn’t help it anymore. All these weeks of pent up tension. I pulled us apart slowly and noticed she was looking up at me curiously. As if she was asking what I was going to do next.

I read somewhere that if your eyes flicker to a person’s eyes and their lips, then you want to kiss them. We were both doing exactly that. It’s what prompted my next move.

I moved my hand up to her cheek and she leaned into it. Next thing either of us knew, my lips were on hers. The feeling was euphoric. Pure bliss. Like the whole world stopped and it was just us. But I noticed she didn’t seem to react which immediately made me pull back.

When I thought that feeling couldn’t last. You went and kissed me back.

As I turned away she tugged on my arm, causing me to jerk around. Then her lips were on mine. She was kissing me back. My hands cupped her cheeks and held her. Her kissing me back was much more than euphoria.

When we parted, I saw how sparkly her eyes were. I’m sure mine were the same.

I could truly say everything changed when I met (Y/n) (L/n). I just hope that I changed her world too.

[writing-appreciation]

Everything has changed.

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Panic Attack, nightmares, Endgame spoiler, the Waltz,

Synopsis: Everything changed when I met her, and that's amazing.

Song: Everything has changed- Heffron Drive

Blue Italics- Lyrics.

Italics- Flashback.

Bold Italics- Nightmare flashbacks.

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Everything has changed since I met you. My heart was broken, hope was overdue.

It was after school on a Tuesday that I met her. The second Tuesday after my break up with Liz. Just before I went on my daily patrol.

We literally ran into one another at Delmar's.

"Oh my God, sir, I am so sorry, are you alright?" She asked in a paniced tone.

"Yeah, I'm fine..."

I went on to order my usual and I watched her make the sandwich with shaky hands. She seemed nervous.

"Really, you don't have to worry, I'm fine." I spoke up, hoping to clear her conscience.

"Peter, the fact that you're not making a big deal about this makes me feel worse." She looked up briefly to respond.

She knew my name. Suddenly a familiar sensation flooded my chest. A feeling of hope? From that moment on, everything changed.

Nothing is the same since I met you.

And suddenly I became hyperaware of her presence at school. Turns out we actually had three classes together. Everytime I peaked my head up from my notes, I'd find my gaze lingering on her.

It was obvious that I was falling for her, but it was too soon. I could tell it was too soon. I always fall too quickly.

"Alright class, remember, extra credit to those who come to the movie night tonight!"

I looked at her again, but noticed she was gone. I surveyed the room to find her and eventually I did. She was signing her name on the board for the movie night. Suddenly a plan swung into my head.

Tonight, I'd ask her out. After the movie. This movie night would be like a date anyway, so maybe it would all work out.

...

The hardest times are easy to get through... When shadows of the past disturb my night. Make them run and hide. Cause nothing is the same since I met you.

Running. I was running. Away from something that I couldn't identify. I didn't want to. I couldn't look back. All I knew was I had to run away.

"Peter?"

No, what's she doing here? She's gonna... no.

"Peter." Her voice was stronger.

My eyes jolted open and I saw her face, concern torn, staring into my eyes. She was immediately calming. All tensions from the nightmare ran and hid in the pits of my subconscious.

She asked me if I was okay, I told her no. She asked if I wanted to talk about it, I told her no. The fear was too much. So I excused myself and went home. Feeling as pathetic as always.

Here and now, Just hear me out. Through fear and doubt.

I wasn't expecting her to show up at the apartment that night but she did. She was concerned. I heard hert heartbeat from the other side of the door. I waited a minute until I answered the door.

"Hey, can I come in?"

"Yeah, of course." I opened the door wider for her to welcome her in.

"Okay, hear me out, I know we're not besties or anything, but I can tell when people are afraid and you were afraid tonight. Just tell me you're okay." She said all in one breath.

I was momentarily lost in her eyes. I knew she was a caring person, but to have her be so caring for me was creating a warm feeling.

"Peter, hello?" She snapped her fingers in front of me.

Suddenly everything went crashing. Her snaps, although innocent, brought back the memory of Tony's sacrifice, the battle, dying, all of it.

My breathing picked up and my chest tightened. I always felt like I was dying when these things happened.

"Peter!"

And just like that she was by my side. With her help, we both ended up on the couch. I felt one of her hands trace patterns on my back, while the other was wrapped around me. I heard her heartbeat pounding in her own chest. Somehow it was calming. She was telling me to breath every so often. Eventually my heartrate went down and my breathing evened out. All because of her.

Everything has changed since I kissed you. I never thought the love could be this true.

I told her who I was that night. And explained why her snaps sent me into a panic attack. She understood. She didn't run, in fact she helped me through everything. Her kindness made me fall even harder.

"No, and then he dropped the whole half built death star!" I said to her smiling.

Her laughter filled my room. The sound bounced off of the walls and made the room feel nice.

"I'm totally going to pick on him for that on Monday." She said in mid laugh.

It was Friday night. She waited for my patrol to be over on Friday nights so we could just hang out. Usually, there would be a pizza order to go with it, but tonight was a movie night, so that meant movie snacks.

To be honest, I wasn't even paying attention to the movie. I was too busy focused on the way her head was resting on my shoulder.

Her laughter made me shoulder shake lightly. It made me smile. This closeness. This friendship. I didn't want to lose her, but I did want something more.

"Do you know how to dance, Webhead?" She asked randomly.

"Define the word dace." I joked.

"You know, like the waltz. Did they teach you the waltz in middle school? Because they did at my school."

"What kind of school did you go to?" I asked, genuinely surprised at this revelation.

"Get up, I'll show you." She got up and held her hand out.

My heart stopped. It was one thing being close to her while watching a movie, but to dance? I don't think I could handle that. She seemed to catch onto my apprehension.

"Come on, literal babies can do the waltz. I'm sure you're capable too."

I got up and faced her. She was beeming. Like she was so excited to bestow this dancing knowledge to me.

"Okay, so you're the man so you're supposed to lead. And the lead leads with his right foot." She explained while opposite to me.

I didn't have time to ask. She just grabbed my hands and positioned them. Butterflies immediately filled my stomach when she did so.

"So your right hand will hold my left, and your left with be here."

She guided my left arm to her upper back. She also had her right hand rested on my bicep. The butterflies grew stronger.

"Okay, so take one step forward with your right foot " she said while looking down at our feet.

I did so, and watched as het left foot moved back and met with her right foot.

"Okay, now one side step to your right."

She went on to explain the amazingly simple steps. I picked it up in no time.

"Fast learner, I would've loved to have you as a partner in middle school." She joked. "Ready for the spin?"

I raised my right hand that was still connected with her left and spun her around.

She was laughing and I was too. It was truly fun.

When I stopped spinning her, she clung to my chest for balance. She seemed dizzy.

"And then like every movie, the two get their post dance kiss and all is happily ever after." She joked.

I couldn't help it anymore. All these weeks of pent up tension. I pulled us apart slowly and noticed she was looking up at me curiously. As if she was asking what I was going to do next.

I read somewhere that if your eyes flicker to a person's eyes and their lips, then you want to kiss them. We were both doing exactly that. It's what prompted my next move.

I moved my hand up to her cheek and she leaned into it. Next thing either of us knew, my lips were on hers. The feeling was euphoric. Pure bliss. Like the whole world stopped and it was just us. But I noticed she didn't seem to react which immediately made me pull back.

When I thought that feeling couldn't last. You went and kissed me back.

As I turned away she tugged on my arm, causing me to jerk around. Then her lips were on mine. She was kissing me back. My hands cupped her cheeks and held her. Her kissing me back was much more than euphoria.

When we parted, I saw how sparkly her eyes were. I'm sure mine were the same.

I could truly say everything changed when I met (Y/n) (L/n). I just hope that I changed her world too.