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lovrsm · 6 months

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sum: in which your brother invites you to a party, and oh god, you're so glad you accepted.

word count: 2.4k

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

warnings: drinking, curse words & insinuation of cheating.

Spotify - Apple Music

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ - ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴀᴜ

"you should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk"

Monaco was such a lovely place, when my brother had told me about it I thought he was exaggerating. I mean, it wouldn't be that weird if he had, he's always excited about everything, he's the kind of guy who makes you see as if the world is made of bright rainbow colors, and I believe him.

I arrived from the airport about 2 hours ago, I was on my way to the hotel where Lando was staying, he told me he got another room for me. How could I say no?

He called me yesterday at about 3pm

"No, I'm telling you, IT WILL BE THE PARTY OF THE YEAR!" he screamed over the phone, making me laugh.

"Lando, I just came from signing with my sponsors, they expect me to write more songs in a 4 months period, you know how complicated that's going to be?" I exhaled, taking off my heels, tossing them across the room as I lay down on the couch. I was exhausted.

"C'mon, you'll have plenty of things to write songs about, look, I can already hear it!" he started to hum a catchy tone, making the corners of my mouth go up. "Lando... Jake won't be able to be there, god, I don't even know if he'll want me to be there, you know?"

I could already see him in the doorway telling me where am I.

Sure, he was on canada filming, but what if he finds out?

"I'm not even letting you say no, I'm already booking tickets, get all you need, you can even shop here if you want, I just want my sister with me tomorrow night with me"

"You better go get me at the airport Lando Norris."

"I wont let you down peanut" He chuckled and hung up on me.

Well he kinda let me down, he couldn't come get me due to some last minute meeting he had. I don't really mind, I know having a busy life is exhausting.

I thanked the taxi driver giving his a generous tip, my bodyguard helped me get out my suitcases, I had a hoodie and black sunglasses, he had a casual outfit so we wouldn't stand out.

For being a top artist in the whole world, I did not like having that much security. But it was an obligation, not an option, I had to stick to what my manager and team asks me to do.

After a busy day of shopping and walking around the streets, I could barely feel my feet. I had gotten a beautiful short red dress. Perfect fit for the occasion. It was just 7p.m. and Lando had texted me he was on his way to my dorm.

The door opened to reveal my very festive brother in the other side "You're here!" "I'm here!" I screamed back jumping into his arms.

We catched up, he was telling me about how he checked the track, for the next season, since we were in December. Although I never really understood racing, when we were kids our parents would take us out to the karts, and I'd always crash while he was beating all of us who tried to play.

He focused on sports and I focused on music, since I was 12 years old I learned to play the guitar. My mom used to tell me that I was a genius at writing songs, I guess many people think the same.

Time passed by too fast, with him I felt like an hour were just 5 minutes.

After hating each other all our childhood, we became closer than ever after my career and his took off. I think it was because we were twins, we hated it when people said we acted the same, because physically we are not alike at all. I am so much prettier, obviously.

it was already 8 o'clock "I'm leaving, I should get ready, do you wanna come with me?"

"I'd stopped talking to you if you let me get there alone, I know none of these guys Lando."

"I'm sure you'll know somebody miss famous." He bumped my shoulder and left my room, entering to his which was next door.

I took my time getting ready. God, I love being a woman. I took a bath, fixed my hair, put on my make-up and finally there was the dress, hanging on the bathroom door. I think it is one of the most beautiful dresses I have ever seen in my life.

How did I manage to put on the mini dress correctly by myself? I don't even know, but I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror. God if only someone could look at me.

Oh wait! There is someone, I grabbed my phone to click his name, my phone started to ring. I waited patiently, but he did not answer. So I called him once more, this time he did answer.

I heard loud music and singing in the back. "What do you need?" he asked, I could hear the irritation in his voice. "I wanted to hear from you, we haven't talked-"

"We talked last Monday, wasn't that enough? I'm busy." He interrupted me.

"Where are you?" I asked intrigued this time.

"Uhm... I'm in the bar with some friends"

"Oh and that's just more important than your girlfriend?" I raised my voice at him, I was now sitting the edge on the bed.

"Look, I don't want to fight, just call me later." He said, basically hanging the phone. "Jake..." I said before he could do so.

"What?" He sounded desperate. "Take care." I said.

"Ok" He hung. I felt disgusted, why? not idea, I just felt dirty, as if I was forcing him to talk to me. I took some deep breathes so I could calm my nerves down.

I don't even want to go out anymore.

I tried hard not to cry, I wasn't going to ruin my makeup over some small argument, I'm sure tomorrow we'll be alright, we always end up alright.

It felt as an eternity till I heard a knock on my door, I quickly grabbed my bag, looked in the mirror once more to fix my dark wavy hair, and rushed to the door. I opened it, in the side was Lando, his back on the wall while he was looking at his phone.

He turned it off and looked at me, I smiled "Ready to go Peanut?"

"Lets go"

We finally got to the club, electronic music was blasting off, people were already drunk, and boy they didn't even tried to hide it.

We had to basically run to the VIP area, I didn't said anything to my bodyguard about this, besides, he can use a break.

Lando was immediately greeted by everyone who was in the room. "LANDO!" A man screamed to him "Ayee, we're here!" He said hugging the man, and patting him in the back. "you're so late, you were the only ones missing!"

"we're here Pierre, I'd like to present to you all my sister!" He hugged me by the side and I waved with a smile on my face. It seemed that most of them recognized me, because some of them just stood there in shock "Hey everyone, ready to get wasted?" I laughed, that made them less tense and cheered, lifting their cups.

Lando gave a me a sweet kiss in my head, "see, you'll be fine, have some fun peanut!" I let go and we both went our own way.

I started to talk to a girl, her name is Kika, I learnt she was the girlfriend of a guy named Pierre Gasly. I've heard about him but no one ever told me how fun his girlfriend was!

"Girl, you should try this margarita, the most wholesome thing you'll have in your life!"

She was not kidding with that. In a few minutes, I had asked for... about 5 of them, or maybe just 13.

I had talked to everyone in the room by 10 pm, they were all so fun, and the energy was of another planet.

"Yeah, and then Max would make that grumpy face. I swear he looks like and old man!"

"very mature Lando, so mature." I bursted out laughing. "LECLERC HAS ARRIVED!" I heard someone scream in the entrance, and in seconds half of the group was there greeting the guy.

I decided I was going to take something else than a margarita. I walked up to the bartender, who definitely did not understood me. I don't know if I was speaking too softly or if I was just way too drunk to talk, but I decided to leave, I turned around and bumped into someone.

I was about to loose my balance till his arms were wrapped around my waist, I was able to stand straight. "are you alright?" he asked.

I looked into his eyes, green eyes "what?"was all I could manage. "Are you alright?" He asked again, I now noticed a thick accent, I bursted out laughing for that.

He looked so confused, he let go and chuckled with me. For a second it was as if the whole club was quiet. I looked again at him, and I immediately looked down at the floor. He grabbed my hand, the lights went out for a second and my world spun. My legs were about to give up.

His touch was... it was, god I can't even say it.

"I'm Charles, what's your name?"

I bit my lip, what went out of my mouth was definitely not what I wanted to say. "Do you always talk like that?" I asked a bit to seriously, I chuckled so that I wasn't that rude.

"Yeah, my first language isn't english."

"Huh." I said, I felt as if he had a goddamn magnetic field and it was pulling me towards him, I couldn't stand it.

I ran off to the other side of the room, leaving him standing alone next to the bar.

All night.

All night I couldn't stop thinking about him, his hand touching my hand in the darkened room...

and I made fun of the way he talked.

I'm never drinking again.

Yet there I was, in the bar once more, asking for whiskey. Mature, so mature.

I kept bouncing back and forth between the people there, once I saw Charles walking to my way, I would ran to the other side of the room.

I have a boyfriend for gods sake! I can't be thinking these unhealthy things about him.

But, I mean, can you blame me?

Look at him.

His first two buttons were unbottened which made him look so attractive. And you should see his dimples, he's so gorgeous it actually fucking hurts!

"So you're not going to talk to me?" I heard a voice behind my ear. His chest touching my back. I didn't move, but I did answer.

"Who said I wasn't going to?" I asked playfully, with a grin on my face, knowing he couldn’t see me.

He hummed in my ear, before he turned me to look him in the eye, he grabbed my neck, but he didn't kiss me. Instead, he brought his lips back to my ear.

"Then why do you keep running, huh?" His hot breath sent a shiver down my spine. I was dumbfolded by his actions, he took a step back to look at me.

I looked into his eyes, I was absolutely taking him in. I looked at his dimples because of the grin he had in his face. His eyebrows, his slightly sweaty hair, with pieces of it falling into his face.

I couldn't help myself, I noticed how he looked into my eyes, and then to my mouth.

What if..?

I asked to myself, I closed my eyes and got closer to him, waiting for a kiss. But he grabbed me by my hips pulling me back.

"You're far too drunk, ma chou" I heard and opened my eyes, he gave me a sympathetic smile. I felt dumb for a second, but after seeing his face... I think I might be falling.

"Why don't we leave, would you like that?" I hugged him, my head in his neck. I nodded as fast as I could. He grabbed me and in a second, we were in his car.

For sure the alcohol got to my head that night.

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wholoveseggs · 3 months

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Better than flowers♡

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♡♡ Happy Valentines Day ♡♡

You've always hated valentines day until Elijah changes your mind with a magical date.

3.2k words - Warnings: smut, oral, so corny and romantic it hurts …

You always hated Valentine's day because most of the time, you were alone. Last year, you'd just been dumped, so you spent the entire day in bed. It wasn't until you saw everyone's pictures from their cute dates that you really felt bad.

Even though you were dating someone new, you didn't expect anything. Elijah was always sweet and thoughtful, but you didn't want him to feel like he had to go over the top for this holiday. You had only been dating for a few weeks, so you were happy with just a card and a bouquet of flowers.

It was naïve of you to think that would be enough for him. He was the most romantic guy you'd ever been with. He would randomly buy you things or take you to dinner just because. He even planned a weekend away with you, which was the best.

So, when you got home from work on the 13th you found a garment bag on the bed and a note, you couldn't hide your excitement.

Y/n, I know you dislike Valentine's Day, so I wanted to show my appreciation for you the day before. I'll pick you up at 8. -Elijah

He liked to leave notes like that for you. It wasn't surprising that he did this. He was such a romantic man. Sometimes it made you uncomfortable because it felt like it was out of a fairy tale, almost surreal.

You were curious about what was in the garment bag and carefully opened it, the hanger still on the inside of the sleeve. The beautiful blush-colored dress inside made your jaw drop. You gently ran your hands over the fabric, a slow smile spreading across your lips. It was romantic and flowy, the kind of dress you would see in an old Hollywood movie.

You took your time getting ready, making sure every part of you looked perfect. Elijah was worth going all out for. When you went to get dressed you noticed he had also bought you lingerie. It was incredibly luxurious, the set probably cost more than your rent.

You smirked to yourself as you slipped into the lingerie. You checked yourself out in the full-length mirror. It fit perfectly, and the color matched your dress. You weren't the lingerie type of girl, but sometimes you could appreciate how good they made you feel.

When Elijah knocked on your door, you finished putting in the pearl earrings he bought you when he asked you to be his girlfriend. The memory made you blush, he'd been so sweet when he asked.

You put your feet in your matching shoes before heading for the door. Your breath was taken away when you saw Elijah. His hair was perfectly styled, and his dark eyes were shining. He dressed for the occasion.

"Hi," he breathed out, giving you that cute lopsided grin. "You look- you look beautiful."

You returned his grin, pressing your hand to his cheek, enjoying the feel of the stubble there. "Thank you. So, where are we going?"

He reached up and held your hand in his, bringing it away from his face and placing a kiss against your knuckles. You could never get tired of that.

"It's a surprise," he said as he led you down to his car.

“Always with the surprises," you teased.

Once you were sitting in the passenger seat, he smiled over at you, and started the car. He reached over to place his hand on your thigh as he drove. You turned on the radio, surprised when the song you always sang along to came on.

Elijah gave you a soft squeeze when he heard you start singing. He probably thought it was funny, you knew you were not the greatest singer, but you couldn't help but sing along to songs you knew by heart. Elijah always thought it was cute.

When you realized he was taking you outside of the city, your curiosity growing.

"We're almost there," he told you, and squeezed your thigh again.

He parked in a gravel parking lot, there was no buildings near by, just a forest path. You weren't sure if you should be nervous, but you felt calm around him. He was always protective and sweet.

"If we are going on a hike I didn't wear the right shoes," you joked as he helped you out of the car.

"Not that kind of hiking, not tonight anyway," he commented, and you were a little relieved by that.

His hand held yours as you started down the gravel path. It was dark, you used his phone to shine a light. Your heels didn't do the best on the uneven ground. You stumbled a bit and Elijah scooped you up, making you giggle.

"If you are planning on murdering me in the woods, this is the most romantic way someone has ever done it," you joked, you couldn't help thinking of the worst-case scenario, it was just in your nature.

He chuckled and kept walking, his hands supporting your thighs and back as he carried you. "I wouldn't put in this much effort to just murder you in the woods, love." He teased.

You arrived at a clearing just before the sun was beginning to set. There was twinkle lights strung in the trees and a few lanterns that provided light. At the center of it all was a large wooden table set with plates, champagne, and roses. Candles were lit in every corner of the space.

There was a trail of red rose petals that lead from where you stood to the end of the table, disappearing into the dark of the woods. The moment was surreal.

"Whoa," you muttered, looking around in awe.

Elijah carefully placed you on your feet and held your hand. "You like it?" He asked, his eyes searching yours for approval.

"Elijah," you breathed out his name and placed your hand on his cheek, "This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I love it."

His hand reached up and cupped yours against his cheek. You could feel his blush. He always got so nervous and shy around you, and it was honestly the cutest thing.

Out of the woods came a few servers that began to put food on the table and fill your glasses with champagne. You smiled up at Elijah as he thanked the servants. He led you to your seat, and you grinned as he pulled out the chair for you.

"Such a gentleman," you cooed at him before sitting down. He sat down beside you, turning his chair to face you.

"I would do this for you every day if you would let me," he whispered, his hand sliding across the table and taking yours.

You didn't know how to respond to that so you took a sip of champagne and smiled. He continued smiling back at you, both of you growing more comfortable in silence. You talked for a while about each other's day and you finished off a bottle of champagne by the time the food was ready.

The meal was incredible. Everything was so good. You didn't even notice the sun had set because the whole area was lit up. Elijah had planned it all out and he was amazing.

The table was cleared and moved out of the way so you had room to dance. A violist came out of the trees and started playing, slow jams that you and Elijah could sway to.

You knew he'd been planning this for a while, all the trouble he went through, the lengths he went, just to make tonight special.

"You really didn't have to do all this, all I was expecting was flowers," you confessed.

His mouth brushed against your ear and you felt yourself growing warmer from the intimate gesture. "If I didn't do any of this, then you would continue to hate this holiday. I'm going to show you that it's worth celebrating."

"Show me then," you murmured, wanting his lips against your skin.

He pressed his lips to yours, his tongue lightly brushing against yours before slowly pulling away. "I'll show you every year, every holiday, for the rest of our lives," he promised.

"I can live with that," you purred and sealed your promise with another kiss.

"I do have a confession," he whispered, his fingers weaving through your hair.

You pulled back and looked up at him. His dark eyes were soft, relaxed. You sighed contently, feeling happy and loved. "I'm listening."

"I have another surprise," he muttered, and you hummed at him curiously.

He stepped away and held your hand, leading you toward the trail of rose petals. You held on tightly and leaned into his body. You couldn't stop the silly smile that was spreading across your lips.

Once you got passed the line of trees you could see the cabin. The rose petal trail ended on the porch. It was simple and quaint. Just as beautiful as the romantic clearing you were in just minutes ago.

He scooped you up in his arms. "Elijah!" you squealed, but quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

Elijah quickly carried you up the steps to the door and set you down. You were both laughing and kissing. He smiled against your lips, his nimble fingers unlocking the door.

You let out a gasp as you took in the place, flowers were everywhere, their smell sweet and welcoming. There was a four-poster bed with vines of roses that were climbing the columns. A fireplace was already lit, making the entire place warm and cosy. The place was only one room, with the bed off to the side. There was a ottoman near the fire and even a telescope to look out into the night sky.

"Elijah... This is amazing." You sighed as you felt his arms slip around you from behind.

"You like it?" He inquired, his lips pressed against your cheek.

You rested your hands against his, leaning back against him. "It's gorgeous, thank you."

He took your hand and led you to the fire, where another trail of red rose petals guided you to the fluffy carpet at your feet. There were more gifts for you laid out, a massive teddy bear and a stack of chocolate bars. It all made you laugh.

"You are ridiculous," you teased, hugging him.

"Is that a good thing?" He mused, holding you and kissing you.

You hummed and sighed. "Yes, yes it is," you assured.

You felt butterflies fill your stomach, knowing what came next. The two of you had only had sex a few times, it was still new, and you were still shy around him when it came to intimacy. He'd always been respectful and sweet. It wasn't as if you were new to this, but he was unlike anyone you'd been with before.

You looked up at him. He gave you that smile that made you weak in the knees. You brushed your fingertips against the creases around his eyes, you loved how they deepened when he smiled.

He leaned in and kissed you slowly, softly, guiding you to the bed as his fingers unzipped the back of your dress. You pushed at his jacket, helping him shrug out of it. Your hands ran over his chest, fumbling with his tie. His hands pushed the straps of your dress down, kissing the newly exposed skin.

He helped you to step out of the dress, gathering it up to fold it carefully before he placed it on the ottoman. Always so organized, everything in place, clean, perfect.

But him seeing you in the sexy lingerie made him drop the dress. The look on his face was unlike anything you've ever seen. For a second it was almost as if he didn't know what to do. He seemed frozen in place, all he was doing was stare.

You felt your cheeks heating up under his gaze and you looked at him shyly. "Thank you for this," you told him, gesturing to the sexy underwear.

"It was a purely selfish purchase," he chuckled, closing the distance between you, his hand coming to rest on your waist.

He traced his fingertips across the see-through pink lace. His touch was gentle and loving. You were growing impatient. You were getting turned on by the way he was touching you, his eyes drinking you in.

You started working on the buttons of his shirt, undoing them slowly. He leaned down and kissed you again, his lips capturing yours. He walked you back to the bed, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the mattress.

He gently guided you to lie down, his mouth following yours, not breaking the kiss. You helped him to undress, removing the last of his clothing and tossing it aside.

You ran your fingers through his hair, admiring the way his dark hair was a little messed up. He smelled so good, like the cologne he always wore and just the faint smell of his natural scent.

He was on top of you, his hands holding yours. His lips were trailing soft kisses down your neck. His hips moved, rubbing himself against you. You let out a soft moan, your breath hitching in your throat.

"I love hearing the sounds you make," he confessed, his lips against your ear, sending a shiver through your body.

You felt the warmth of his fingertips brushing against your inner thigh. Your body tensed in anticipation. He was taking his time, teasing you. He kissed you slowly, his tongue gently slipping between your parted lips.

You wrapped your arms around him, keeping him close as his fingers teased your panties, pushing them to the side. He was still being slow, driving you crazy.

He groaned against your mouth as he felt how wet you were. You whimpered, feeling his fingers brush over your clit, circling it slowly, watching your responses. He loved the way you were looking at him, the sounds that were escaping your pretty little mouth.

He began moving down your body, kissing your neck, your collar bone, between your breasts. You reached up, trying to unhook your bra, but his hands stopped yours.

His lips closed around your nipple through the sheer fabric. You ran your hands through his hair, pulling on it, urging him to continue.

He continued to move lower, down your belly, smiling against your skin as he spread your legs, settling between them.

He hummed at the sight of your arousal, your wet panties clinging to your skin. He kissed along the waistband, his tongue peeking out to taste. You could feel his breath, as he moved the delicate fabric to the side.

Your hands tightened in his hair as his mouth found your clit. You couldn't help but rock your hips, pushing against his mouth. His hands moved over your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin as he devoured you. You moaned softly, your toes curling as his tongue slid inside of you.

He looked up at you, his eyes watching as you started to fall apart. He wanted to stay this way forever, with the taste of you on his lips, the sounds of your pleasure filling the room.

Your breathing was becoming uneven, your moans growing louder. Your thighs were trembling, your back arching as his tongue flicked against your clit.

You let out a soft cry as your orgasm hit you. Your eyes shut tight, your hands gripping his hair, trying to keep yourself together. His tongue was still on you, working you through the wave of pleasure.

He kissed his way back up your body, his lips capturing yours, his fingers caressing your face, pushing your hair back. He was looking at you like you were the only person in the world, and it made you melt.

He was resting between your legs, his erection pressing against you. He was still for a moment, his gaze soft and warm, just gently kissing you.

"I love you," he murmured.

You couldn't stop the smile that was spreading across your face, and neither could he. You ran your fingers through his hair, holding him closer.

"I love you, too," you said, your voice barely a whisper.

He pulled your panties off, his eyes never leaving yours as you pulled off your bra as well, tossing it aside. You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks as his gaze fell upon your naked body.

His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, your legs wrapping around him. He eased into you slowly, watching your eyes widen then turn hazy with lust.

His lips found yours, kissing you passionately as the two of you moved together. Your hands were tangled in his hair, pulling on it as you formed a perfect rhythm.

You looked down to watch him slide in and out of you. He was holding back, trying to make this last. He was always so focused, his expression almost stoic, his breathing even.

Your hands ran down his shoulders, gripping onto his biceps, your eyes never leaving his, not even to blink. You didn't want to miss a second of this.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his forehead resting against yours, his breath ghosting over your lips.

You felt your face grow hot from his words, and you kissed him to avoid making eye contact. You could feel his heart beating in time with yours. He caressed your cheek, tilting your head to look at him.

You couldn't hide from him. He was looking at you so intensely, all of his love pouring out of him. He smiled at the sight of you, flushed and sweaty, you were gorgeous.

He cupped the back of your neck and held you in place as he kissed you again. Your legs began to tremble as another orgasm crept up on you. You moaned against his mouth, trying to keep your breathing even.

You couldn't hold back anymore, not with the way he was looking at you, the way he was touching you. You came, moaning his name, his fingers laced with yours, your foreheads pressed together.

He followed right after, letting out a low groan that made your skin prickle. He kissed you, his mouth swallowing up your cries.

You wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him as the two of you rode out the high. Your heart was still racing, your breaths ragged.

The light of the fireplace cast an orange glow over the both of you, your bodies intertwined in the low light. You smiled at him, kissing him softly.

"That was a lot better than flowers," you giggled, feeling a little silly and lightheaded.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He hummed, kissing you again, his fingers caressing your cheeks.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Elijah," you whispered, nuzzling his nose with yours.

He brushed his lips against yours. "Not yet, it's still the 13th," he reminded, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

"Does that mean we have another night?" you purred, giving him a playful smile.

"I like the way you think," he teased, kissing you again, rolling you on top of him.

He held you close, the both of you giggling as he kissed you all over, making you shriek and squirm.

You'd never had a Valentine's Day quite like this one. But you hoped that this was just the first of many.

♡♡ Today is my three month anniversary on here & I just want to say thank you so much for all the love ♡♡

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tahdashi · 1 year

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HOW HE TEASES YOU. . .

✦ ft: the tot boys x gn!reader

✦ a/n: v suggestive!! just some needy lil guys. forever thinking about luke’s back.

✦ ARTEM isn't direct with his intentions, but on the occasion that he's feeling a bit needy, he'll let his actions do most of the talking. when you two are laying in bed after a long day of work, the legal technicalities long gone from your thoughts, artem's fingers slide underneath the fabric of your shirt. they linger there before he's rubbing soft, delicate circles into your skin. he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, basking in your warmth and scent, and even though this should be comforting, he only finds himself wanting you more. "love..." his voice trails off in a whisper. anyone else would mistake it for fatigue, but you know the meaning underneath the deep timbre of his voice. it's hypnotic — the song of a siren. you pull his face out from the juncture of your neck and shoulders, looking deep into his eyes. a glint of lust and affection sits atop his irises. placing a gentle kiss to your lips, artem pushes himself up to hover over your body before melting his lips against yours once again. “i need you,” he whispers into your skin — and you’ll give him all that you are. he kisses you with fervor, his hands dance along your waist and he pulls you closer until you can feel the pounding in his chest against yours. the night ahead is long and ardent, but it's just what he needed — the perfect distraction.

✦ MARIUS never shies away from riling you up, whether you two are in public or not. he has this habit, an annoying one, really, of whispering how needy he is right by the shell of your ear. and if you weren't surrounded by tons of a-list celebrities and other important people that marius obviously has in his contacts, you'd yank him by the ear and tell him not to do that. and marius thinks he's smooth for wanting to get a reaction out of you at one of his own galas, but little does he know — you're used to this. "you look really pretty in that, baby, give me a spin?" he slides his hands lower so they sit right below your waist, and his fingers pull at the shiny silk he picked out for you. twisting the material around his finger, he leans in again. "or you can give me a private show later." you look up to see his signature smirk. you scoff at his words, knowing he’s only saying this to rile you up, but the warmth of his hand bleeds through the fabric. the rest of the night passes like a blur, and the only thought marius has on his mind is showing you how beautiful you truly looked tonight.

✦ LUKE knows the easiest way to get you flustered. it’s simple, because when he walks around the apartment with just his sweatpants on, you’re always at a loss for words. his body is toned; the countless hours he spent working out didn’t go to waste. you stare at the way his back flexes when he reaches into the cabinet for a cup, and when he turns back to ask if you want something to drink, he catches you staring. “what? you’re looking at me like i have 3 heads,” his fang peeks out as he laughs. “or are you just impressed?” he flexes a little and you catch the way his abs tighten, his arms swell even bigger. you feel your cheeks heat up, and luke comes even closer, encasing you in his arms. pressed against his chest, you think you might just melt. he presses a kiss to your cheek, cooing at your flustered expression. “you’re annoying,” you try to push him away, but he only tries to kiss your cheek again, reveling in the sound of your laughter. “says the one that’s trying to burn a hole through me. tell me, babe, are you gonna let me kiss you properly now?”

✦ VYN is always deliberate with his actions, delivering his message smoothly and nonchalantly. he lowers his voice, the timbre of it dark and intoxicating. and paired with subtle glances at your lips, he’s got you in a trance. he does this out of the blue — when you’re telling him about your day, you’ll notice the way he hums and focuses on your lips. he encourages you to go on, “hm? what else, sweetheart?” and when he looks at you so intently, with so much ardor in his golden eyes, you lose every syllable that once crossed your mind. he’s got you in his trap (as if you’d ever pull away from his honeyed gaze). his lips move towards yours like a gravitational force, and you lean in instinctively. at the very last moment, before your eyes flutter shut, you see that vyn’s still looking at you through heavy lids, as if he’s trying to commit the sight to memory, as if he’d never get to look at your lips ever again. you both know that’s impossible — he’s insatiable, and you’re under his spell.

reblogs are appreciated!

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oracle-of-dream · 4 months

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Something Special

Summary: You've been getting closer to Jay, a wealthy businessman, as you've been booked to sing at multiple events for this business dinner. He invites you as his plus one this time, but you have a song written just for him prepared...

Notes: Some non-sexual works are in order since I haven't released any in a while, so I hope you like it <3

Wordcount: 2.8k

Sitting in a cafe, in a corner seat near the window. You could feel the sunlight shining through the window warming you up from the cold winter air. You came here to find some inspiration for your song. You wanted to write something special for a man who you met here. You could remember the day he walked into the cafe. It was an open mic night, which you went to every single one to practice singing on stage. Most people didn’t really pay attention to you, but one man couldn’t look away from you. It felt like you were singing just to him like the two of you were alone in the room together. That was months ago. The man introduced himself as Jay Park, the CEO of one of the businesses in the area. Some fashion company, and judging from the clothes he was wearing you could tell it wasn’t a lie either… Jay asked if you’d be interested in working a few gigs, promising very generous pay for some classy late-night singer vibes to come to his studio events. The first event was something to remember. It was on a huge stage with a live band. The room was full of people, most of them not really paying attention, the number was enough to even make you want to reconsider performing at all. But Jay spoke to you before the performance, encouraging you, and it turned out to be one of the best nights you’d ever performed.

You scratched your head in frustration, looking down at your notepad. It was full of lyrics from the song you’ve been working on for the better part of two months. You heard that your favorite client liked to have a New Year’s dinner for his company with live music. Meaning that it would be the perfect time to showcase a new song, but nothing seemed to fit the feeling you wanted. Something special…

You heard your phone ringing and answered, “Hello?”

“Hey Songbird, you busy?”

You smiled at the nickname he gave you. “Never too busy for my favorite businessman.”

“Did you eat yet? We could go out to lunch in a bit, my treat!”

“Jay, it’s always your treat when you take me out.”

“Well, I can’t let you pick up the bill. It’s a pride thing, ya know?”

“Pride in what,” you scoffed.

“Pride in knowing I’m taking care of you. I like treating you. And there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you about too...” Jay’s voice was a little tight like he was nervous about something.

You pretended not to know that he was going to ask you to sing for him. “What’s the occasion, maybe another gig?”

“I did have a gig for you on New Year’s Eve, but I found another singer.”

You hesitated, trying to collect your brain before replying. Your face felt a little warm and your smile faded after registering what he’d said.

Jay broke the silence first, “Not that you’re not an amazing singer, I just figured you’d be a little too busy that night since–”

“I’m super busy actually! I gotta go catch up with another client calling. We’ll get back to this another time, yeah?”

“Y/n?”

You didn’t let Jay finish before you hung up the phone. Your face was hot and getting hotter as you thought more about it. It’s just business with him, so it doesn’t matter to him who he hires for events or whatever. Even giving a courtesy call to tell you not to worry about the event. The nerve of that guy! You look back at your notepad and flip to the next page, writing new lyrics to your song, something to show how you really felt about him.

Jay tried calling again after an hour, even texting you. You decided to mute his number while you were in your creative process. Since he had time to hire another singer because he assumed you were busy, then you were too busy to answer the phone.

Three days had passed since you last spoke to Jay. You were still muting his notifications, but couldn’t help yourself from looking at the texts… It was mostly confusion in the beginning. Then trying to explain something, but Jay seemed apologetic. It had been a while since his last message, which was just, “I’m sorry”. That’s when the guilt started to set in. Were you being too harsh to him? It’s not like it's a contract deal or that he had feelings for you, so it didn’t matter if he hired another singer. But you still couldn’t find out why you got so angry in the first place.

You picked up your phone and called Jay. It rang and rang, but there was no answer. Maybe he moved on after you freaked out and ghosted him… You went back to your notepad, looking at the lyrics you wrote. The new ones were mean and it felt horrible reading what you’d written about him. You ripped out the pages and threw them all away, trying to put that part of yourself aside.

You called his office. His secretary Mrs.R answered. She was an older lady who looked after Jay like she was his mother. She was always willing to speak her mind to her boss, which is why he liked her.

“Hello, Y/n! It’s so good to finally hear from you. Mr.Park has been trying to get in contact with you!”

“I know…” Your throat was so dry, it was hard to speak. “Is he in the office today?”

“Yes, he’s here. He’ll be in meetings for most of his evening. Should I tell him you called?”

You thought about it… “No, I don’t want to bother him while he’s at work. I know he’ll cut corners and try to make time to talk to me, I wouldn’t want him to do that.”

“Oh, okay. I would like to ask a question, if I may. What were you planning to wear to the New Year’s Eve dinner? Mr.Park asked me to pick out a suit for him, but I thought it would be best if he matched with you.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Why would he need to match with me?”

“Well, you’re his date, aren’t you?”

“Date!? He didn’t mention anything about that to me.” You tried to think about when he may have asked you.

“He told me he was planning to call you and ask you a few days ago. I told him it’s better to ask in person, so he said he’d invite you to lunch and ask you then.”

You remembered the last time he invited you to lunch… When you hung up on him.

“Actually. Mrs.R, if you could tell him I called. I’d really appreciate it.”

“I’ll let him know right away.”

“Thank you.”

You hung up the phone feeling like an idiot. You kept your phone with you for the rest of the day, checking it constantly, but got nothing from Jay. It was around 11 pm when you really started freaking out. New Year’s Eve was tomorrow and you had no real way of getting to him. You typed out a big paragraph apology to him for not listening to him and begged him to call you.

After a shower to clear your head, your phone rang. You almost fell as you rushed to answer it in time.

“Jay! Look I’m so sorry, I was an idiot for not trying to listen–”

“I’m so sorry dear. I’m not Mr.Park…” You heard Mrs.R’s voice coming out of your phone.

“Sorry… How can I help you, Mrs.R?”

“I was hoping I could drop off this suit for you. I thought you could use it for the event tomorrow.”

“He hasn’t answered me, and I don’t think he will at this rate.” You sighed.

“He’s probably being petty. He’s like that when he’s upset, but I have an idea for you if you’re willing to go through with it.”

Your ears perked at her idea. You gave her directions to your home and she explained her plan about how she wanted you to crash his party to make him see you again. However, she left a lot of things vague with only one thing very clear.

“You can’t talk to him before you get there. If you do, it could potentially give away the plan.” She warned.

You nodded in understanding as you took the bag she brought for you. Inside was the luxury suit, taken from one of the product lines in the company. You walked her to the door and thanked her for helping you, waving her off as she walked back to her car and drove away.

The suit was black with a white button-up, but the fabric was sleek and smooth. Something you’d more likely see Jay wear, but if it was a part of the plan then you knew you had to wear it.

The next morning, you fought the urge to text and call Jay again. It used to talk almost every day, but almost five days of not speaking to him was starting to get to you. That’s when you started getting texts from Mrs.R.

“Okay, first we need to get you into the building undetected. We can’t put you on the guest list as Jay gets a copy of it so he doesn’t forget who’s coming, so we’ll need to sneak you in with the catering business.”

Her plan sounded straight out of a spy movie, but you had no objections. You took your time putting on makeup and the suit, setting your hair right, and plucked your lyric book with you before leaving to head to the location of the party.

Upon arriving, you parked and followed the crowds of people towards the front. Your phone buzzed again.

“The caterers enter from the side entrance, white van. They should be expecting you, so just grab some supplies and help them inside. Once you're in, come find me.”

You texted her back. “Isn’t this a little extra? I could’ve asked him if I could come…”

“Of course it’s extra! He loves this kinda stuff, if you want to show him how serious you are, then you should be extra.”

You sighed as you walked away from the front of the building, to its side, and followed the caterers into the building as they carried in food, utensils, and more. Just as she told you, none of the staff bothered asking who you were. You took a few turns down the several hallways until it opened up into the main ballroom for the event, where you instantly spotted Mrs.R at the reception table.

You rushed over to her, holding an empty tray.

“Mrs.R!”

She smiled as you came over. “Well, who’s this handsome server?”

“So what next in your master plan?”

She took out a sheet of paper. “This is the itinerary. The singer we had was supposed to get here already, but I’ve managed to send them home. Without a singer, Jay will be desperate for a new one. And then that’s when you’ll take the stage. I’ll give you a signal, so hurry and get backstage!”

You didn’t know whether to be shocked or impressed by her control of the whole plan, but you didn’t have time to decide. You rushed backstage, ditching the metal tray somewhere.

A voice came over the speakers, it was Mrs.R! “Ladies and gentlemen. I deeply apologize for the delay on the music, we’ve finally gotten someone who’s ready to give a little ambiance.”

You could see the audience from where you were standing. Jay was sitting towards the front with an irritated look on his face, talking to some other men he was sitting with. The rest of the audience was either eating or talking amongst themselves, which you were used to, but you got the same feeling from your first performance for Jay… Your hands were cold, your stomach churned, and your knees were locking into place.

Mrs.R walked backstage. “Okay, it's your–,” she noticed your stressed expression. “Oh dear, are you so nervous about performing in front of him?”

You shrugged as your mouth wouldn’t open.

“He wants to see you. And I know you want to see him too, I can see it in your eyes. He needs you to be strong right now, so you have to go!” Mrs.R ended her short pep talk by handing you her microphone and giving you a small push toward the stage.

The push was enough to get you to move your feet, and walk onto the stage. White lights shined onto your face, almost blinding you. Some of the audience was hard to see, but you could see Jay. Front and center, still talking. It didn’t seem like he’d noticed you yet.

You positioned the microphone on the stand and nodded to the band to start the first song in the set. You started singing, only looking at Jay. Hoping he’d look back at you…

It was about a minute into the song before he looked at you for the first time in five days. His expression softened and he cracked a smile when he saw you onstage. He nodded his in approval as you sang to him. You went through the first set of the event before being allowed to have a break.

You stepped backstage and Jay met you there.

“You’re here!?” Jay hugged you tightly.

“Y-Yeah… I’m here.” You hugged him back, enjoying every second of him holding you.

Eventually, the two of you separated, and Jay was the first to speak. “Did you get my messages?”

You nodded. “And did you get mine?”

“Of course I did. I tried to call you, but I was in meetings all day and still had preparations for the event. So I didn’t get the chance to call you… And I honestly thought you didn’t want to hear from me anymore.” Jay’s voice was full of relief, and he looked like he could’ve burst into tears at that moment. “Why did you hang up on me that day? I didn’t get to explain myself…”

“I… I felt a bit jealous. And irritated that you didn’t want to ask me if I wanted to sing for your event, and you assumed I was busy–”

“I was going to ask you to be my date at the party. You’d be too busy sitting with me to be on stage singing, is what I wanted to say.” Jay sighed. “I didn’t think you’d get so irritated that you’d hang up before I could give the pickup line.”

You felt more embarrassed hearing him say it. “When you said date, did you mean an actual one? Or just your plus one?”

“I meant, Date,” Jay said flatly. “I wanted tonight to be special, so I could ask you if we could look into something a little… more personal than Singer and Client. I just didn’t really know how to play it.”

“Is that still on the table?” You asked.

“I’m open to negotiations,” he replied smugly.

“Watch it, businessman. I’m not too into contracts.”

“Right, no cages for the Songbird. I remember.”

You blushed at the nickname. “Do you have somewhere a little private? Just us?”

Jay looked around before leading you to an elevator. It was all glass, with a view of the city as it got higher off the ground. He pressed on the 50th floor, letting the elevator rise. Right before the doors opened, he switched the elevator off. “Private enough?”

You looked out at the city lights. “Perfect.” You pull out your notepad from your pocket. “I wrote you a song if you’re willing to hear it…”

Jay leaned against the wall of the elevator. “A private show? I’d love that…” His gaze was locked on you as you prepared yourself in front of him.

You sang Jay the song you’d spent the last two months writing, pouring in everything you’d felt about him. Tell him about the first time you met, your first performance for him, and how he had your heart since that day…

At the end of your song, you saw a firework explode behind Jay. High in the sky. It shined beautiful green and purple colors. You moved closer to see more fireworks.

“Happy New Year, Songbird…” Jay whispered as he held your waist, pulling you close to him. “Do I get a New Year’s kiss too?” Jay spun you around to face him, his face lighting up from the colors of the fireworks. It felt like time had stopped moving as he leaned down to you. He softly placed his lips on yours, drinking your lips under the stars and lights of a new year. A new year together…

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Dating Teen Vi

Dating Arc 1 Vi would include..

Vander loving you as another kid. You may have your own patents but he still sees you as one of his children. Meaning he gives Vi the talk instead of you because he feels she'll need it more.

Teen Vi is 100% shy when it comes to PDA. She will hold your hand in public but that's about it. On the rare occasion when she's a bit jealous she may give your check or lip a kiss but it's rare.

When it's just the two of you or 3 of you powder can see her soft side. She'd go all out and be attacking your face with kisses and love.

At this stage you guys wouldn't know your love language so expect a bit of everything at this stage as you're trying it all out for the first time.

I don't think she can cook, no one in that band can. So often you'd cook meals for the group and bake treats for her and Powder.

If you go on the "jobs" with the group, Vi would be protective of you. Yeah she knows you can kickass but she doesn't want to lose you or to get you hurt.

Also Mylo would be annoying cause she'd stop for a sec to admire your beauty and he'd be like

" I could do better than that. She's just showing off at this point."

You'd flip him off whilst flipping to another building. And when you get to wherever you are going to rob she'd let you take personal things for yourself and not to sell. Honestly she wouldn't care what you do she'd just watch you for a minute with a love sick smile on her face.

The others would 100% tease her about it. And she's blushing a bit and playing it off. They'd believe for the first few times until it becomes a daily routine.

She'd get you little gifts when you don't do jobs together and surprise you with them

If you don't go on jobs with the group you'd originally babysit Powder. Keeping her distracted and happy while the others are out risking your lives.

You weren't a fighter so you never asked to go to jobs. However you did learn how to treat basic ailments to help Vi and Claggor when they got badly hurt.

Vi would 100% get you little gifts from the jobs she does without you surprising you with them. She'd be like;

"We were out at this one house, and I saw something. It reminded me so much of you. It was perfect and beautiful so I thought you should have it."

And then she'll give you a beautiful necklace. Or something romantic that you appreciate because of your relationship.

You'd bake her cupcakes whenever she's had a hard day and you think she needs to relax. The two of you will just cuddle as you sing a soft song to her. For example, falling for you by peachy!

Because you're always baking her sweet stuff and 'cause she loves your cake and cups she calls you…

CUPCAKE

I'm not sorry for that. But on the note of pet name's teen Vi will call you anything to see you flustered.

She just loves you so much and you love her too

She’s definitely the big spoon and powder loves you more than vi (you didn’t hear that from me)

Like she see Vi as her hero but she sees how Vi looks at you and see you as Vi hero

You’re literally the coolest kid in Vander’s house

Plus you can work the bar, you have a lot of free time, so you’re able to earn a little for shifts at the bar

When Vi leaves powder behind you’d both have a big cussing 100%

Like you know how scared and confused Powder is and refuse to go and help because Powder needs support as well

Powder (bless her) would 100% influence you and beg you to bring her to the fight

One look at her puppy dog eyes, and you would cave and bring her in once she promises to stay hidden

You’d bring her and miss all the signs and when the bomb goes off, you’re their trying to protect her

Vi slaps (I refuse to write the p word) both you and her sister

Cue another heated argument you’d slap her back and cuss her out for touching you and Powder

And you’d break up.

So pissed you tell her to “fucking go to hell Violet.”

And she pretty much does, you’d try your best to comfort powder

Trying to stay strong for her, yet you’d let a few tears fall at your newly broken heart, your loss of home and your loss of your friends

You don’t notice Silco and when you do you don’t trust him fully.

But you know you and Powder need a place to stay so when he accepts Powder’s hug, you lower your guard

Moreso when you see a familiar face, passed out Sevika eases your nerves

You never do find out what happened at the warehouse, but you do know you lost everyone except Powder

You wonder if you’d ever see Vi again as you take on the older sister responsibilities for Powder’s sake

A/N

I hope you enjoyed this. I feel its better than the version i posted last time. To old moots this is not a goodbye. THIS IS A REVAMP!!

TIL NEXT TIME MY LOVES

-Dani

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discotenny · 4 months

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Gift Giving (hypmic)

Hypmic characters and the gifts they give you

Featuring EVERYONE (excluding Rei and Saburo)

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Buster Bros

Ichiro

I feel like he’s the type of guy to gift you experiences rather than physical items. He’d take you to a fancy cafe you’d been eyeing, maybe a movie you wanted to watch, possibly even plan a surprise picnic!!

He dresses up for the occasion too! Even if you don’t expect it, he’s out of his usual jacket and attire- sporting something he seemingly newly bought. Ichiro will absolutely light up in smiles if you compliment his outfit and effort.

Ichiro feels like his time with you is more valuable than any gift he could give. He has so many other responsibilities on his shoulders so he uses his “gifts” to make up for any time lost.

Jiro

Jiro worries himself over trying to come up with a gift to get you. He doesn’t have much money, with most of his salary going towards helping his siblings. When the time comes to give you a gift, he’s embarrassed- bumbling over himself with apologies for the supposed shittiness of his gift.

But oh, oh, oh he’s so sweet :C. He’ll hand make a card for you, educating himself on paper craft so it’s the cutest it can be. There’s paper cuts that litter his hands as he gives it to you.

Jiro immediately leaves the room, not wanting to see your face as you read the letter, in which he pours his heart out for you to fully see. Run after him and kiss his face will you?

Saburo

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Mad Trigger Crew

Samatoki

Samatoki gives you a leather wallet... that he made himself!!

One of the old men who he buys meatbuns from told him about a class that would 'fit his vibe.' And when he begrudgingly took the class, the old man was totally right! Samatoki gets really into the task, hiding the new hobby from you because he wants to surprise you with a gift at the end of the class.

When he hands you the wallet, you can tell it wasn't professionally made. There's stray burn marks on the front, mildly messy seams holding it together, and a tag inside that is signed with his initials and yours inside of a heart. Samatoki is so, so proud of showing you his accomplishment though- and hopes you enjoy it as much as he enjoyed making it.

Jyuto

Jyuto gets you a personalized music box.

It's of your favorite song. One you would always play for him whenever you were given aux in the car- that he would always playfully say was becoming annoying to hear. One he only seemed to tolerate instead of actually enjoy listening to it.

But he knows the joy it brings you to listen to. He sees the smile on your face when you turn the volume louder, the shine in your eyes when it surprisingly comes on the radio. It's why, despite his mild dislike of it, he buys you a music box so you could play it whenever you want. Just so he can see your smile whenever he can.

Rio

Rio is a man of practicality. So he gets you a self care box!

He kind of throws everything into it, multiple body washes and bath bombs, a variety of different scents- he has more experience in self preservation instead of self care. But just from the amount of... stuff inside- it's clear he thought a lot about it!

When he gives the box to you he has a little trouble explaining what it's for. It's a rare sight to see, Rio stumbling flustered over his words trying to explain he wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself in ways outside his understanding. If you offer to show him how to use all the stuff he got you, he'll gladly accept!

Fling Posse

Ramuda

Ramuda gives you an outfit he specifically designed! In his mind, there's nothing more meaningful than something made from hand.

He’s poured over it for weeks, wanting it to be absolutely perfect for his perfect partner. Ramuda knows your tastes to the smallest detail, so he knew just what to do to make sure you'd like it. And its comfortable too!! Made with the softest fabric he could buy, so despite whatever flashiness it has it's super comfy to wear.

When actually giving it to you, he makes you model it right in front of him! He's kicking his feet and squealing as you twirl around in whatever he gives you, excited to see you in something he created.

Gentaro

mfeafeiafjewamawe Gentaro gifts you a notebook.

It's unsuspecting first, with a plain, brown, leather bound cover. He's unusually casual about it too, handing it to you under his sleeve with a meek smile. Usually, Gentaro would make a show about whatever gift he gives you, jokingly saying you should bow to his feet in praise for his effort.

However, once you open up the notebook, you'd find it's filled with words of love. Poems, short stories, letters, all of it written by Gen to you. It's so, sickenly sweet and romantic you'd never expect it from him. When you look back at him after peeking through, he's red in the face, flustered to hear whatever feedback you may have.

Dice

Dice gives you a special lucky charm!!

He spent months hunting it down. Seeking through pawn shops and all the shady back alley sellers he knows. When Dice gets a good idea in his mind, he sticks to it thoroughly, the only thing on his mind being the joyous reaction he expects you to have.

And what does he give you? The matching piece to his earring of course! If you don't wear earrings, he'll have it converted to a keychain so you can carry it on your bag. Dice thinks it's the perfect good luck charm, both for him and for you :3

Matenro

Jakurai

fewafewafewfeaw Jakurai gets you one of those mini books that's like "30 things I love about you."

You know, the ones that have a different prompt for each page that you have to fill in. Despite the small space, he gets really detailed, and it's so sweet and romantic and yuck !!! They're all wildly different responses, ranging from how he thinks you always look wonderful to how he thinks you truly saved his life just by being in it.

When Jakurai hands the book to you he's shy about it, apologizing about the responses because he wasn't able to fit all he wanted to say. Of course, he'll gladly say it in person if you're insistent 😚😚😚

Hifumi

Hifumi comes to your door with a bouquet of flowers. He's all smiles as he stuffs petals and stems in your face.

Ooh, he was insistent on picking out the flowers himself. Hifumi has a company discount with the local flower shop his club works with- so he was all in on getting as many different flowers as he could find (as in, all the flowers he found pretty[as in, all of them]).

He also put together the bouquet himself!! It's a little messy, with some broken stems and falling petals. However, he's just so happy to give it to you that you can't help but find it adorable.

Doppo

Doppo gets matching keychains for you guys!

He likes being subtle about a lot of things, including his affections. The keychains he gets are the type that look regular on their own, but together they can link to form a heart or your initials or something romantic like that.

Doppo will often link your keychains together in public, smiling to himself as he sees the connection. Whenever he gets anxious in public and he's alone, he'll hold onto the keychain tightly, being reminded of you. Yes, while it was a gift to you it also was a gift to himself, to have a reminder of you with him always :CC

Bad Ass Temple

Kuko

Kuko is so shit at giving gifts I'm so sorry. He has to ask his friends what gifts to get you and they're all so sick of it LMAO. Ichiro tells him to take you out somewhere, and that eventually gives him the perfect idea for a gift.

Kuko says his gift to you is a day of him being on his best behavior. He says it with a smug smile, expecting you to tell him how good of a present it is and is shocked to see your confusion.

He gets legitimately upset when you tell him that his best behavior shouldn't be a gift. The day ends with him promising you that he'll get you an even better gift next time, which leads him back to the drawing board as this dude is just so, so shit at giving gifts.

Jyushi

Jyushi writes a song for you!

He's not the lyricist for his band but he has a heavenly voice to back up whatever he writes. But he puts EVERYTHING into writing the song for you. Jyushi throws in references to your relationship, to specific dates or moments in time, to things only the two of you would know. He sees it as his magnum opus, and is very very proud of being able to perform it to you.

If his band doesn't want to perform the song with him he makes Kuko and Hitoya help him. Sure, it may have taken a few tear filled begs, but with their help he's able to perform the song he spent so much time working on, just for you

Hitoya

Hitoya makes you a playlist!

He's a bit of a classic guy, and would've made you a mixtape if anyone still used those on the daily lol. There's a lot of different memories within your relationship related to different songs, and he wanted to compile all of them for you two to listen together. Hitoya makes the picture of the playlist a photo of you two on your first anniversary, one where you're holding hands by the sunset and smiling.

It's sweet, cause he plays it first without telling you what it is. With every song that passes you recognize where it's from, and he's left smiling like a kid when you beam with joy asking him if he really made a playlist for you.

Dotsuitare Hompo

Sasara

Sasara gets you a build-a-bear bear!!

He goes in store alone to buy it, and goes a little overboard in designing it. Sasara gets a bunch of overpriced accessories, stuffs it a little too much with stuffing, and picks one of the most expensive dolls because it was the cutest.

Sasara records his own voice messages so they could play whenever you squeeze the doll's hand. And oh my goodness, he recorded so many. There's multiple shitty jokes, several wild compliments, and a myriad of 'I love yous' said in various different tones. Just don't hug it too much, he might get jealous ehehe.

Rosho

Rosho gets you whatever you want.

He gets really concerned when trying to get you gifts, worrying over what you would like best, if you already have it, or if you'd think it's too much/too little. So, eventually he'll just go ahead and ask you what you want as a present.

As long as it's in reason, of course. If you say some ludicrous thing like a yacht or a new car, Rosho will get sad and say you know he can't afford such luxurious (why would you do that to him LMAO). But he'll take you to the shops and have you pick out anything you want, buying it with no question as he just wants you to know he loves you so so so much :CC

Rei

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A little late to post on Christmas but fwjhshshshshf. I tried to keep it neutral on the occasion since not everyone celebrates holidays and Kuko canonically doesn't know who Jesus is. I lowk couldn’t think of anything for Saburo so that’s why he’s not here bakbdkdbdksns

This isn't my best work as I was a little too tired to put these into anything else other than thought formatting but whtverrrr

I hope you enjoyed !!! I'll see if I can post anything else b4 the new year but eheheehhehe we all know me

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68’ COMEBACK SPECIAL

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 6745

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. TONS OF SMUT. Virgin reader, dry humping, oral (m receiving), fingering, praise kink, some daddy talk, teacher/student. Etc etc

Authors notes: I don’t really know what to say about this one. But they call it the COMEback special for a reason, looool. Possible spelling errors. I hope you enjoy!

Recommend song:

“I know baby you can’t lick it, I’ll make you give in.”

It’s the rehearsals for the 68’ Comeback, a huge event that was going to be debuted on NBC for none other than Elvis Presley. This was his huge comeback to the music industry after being away for so long and making movies that he eventually got tired of. This was a TV performance that needed a live audience for him to perform to, you happened to be one of the lucky people who got picked out to be in the audience for the special. Your mother protested it, but you were 20 years old, and this was a once in a lifetime experience. You’ve always been a huge fan of his and had the biggest crush on him much like every other woman in the world. You were so excited to be able to watch his big return and to see some of the behind the scenes for it as they filmed. You were lucky enough to get a seat right at the front of the small square stage. It was bound to be an intimate performance with how close he was to everyone. You had worn a special outfit for the occasion, a black and white short sleeved, mod style dress that your mother thought was too short, but you argued with her that it was the fashion nowadays, you paired that with white stocking that came up just below your knee with black flats to match. You left your hair down and curled it a bit, keeping it held back with a head scarf to match your outfit and a simple pair of earrings, your make up was a light-colored eyeshadow and mascara, making your lashes look like the how the fashion models did theirs and a light shade of pink lipstick. You were hoping it would catch his attention. Please let him notice me.

It was almost time for him to come out as they set up for the stand-up part up the special and much like every other woman in the audience you were so excited, your heart practically beating out of your chest. You couldn’t believe you were going to be seeing Elvis Presley in person and be so close him. The lights in the studio were dimmed and the applause sign going off informing you all to start clapping as he began to walk out onto the stage. You felt your heart sank into your stomach the moment you saw him in that black leather suit, his hair slightly messy but perfect as well. You felt faint by the sight of him, biting down on your bottom lip gently as he took the stage and grabbing his guitar. You didn’t think it was possible for him to be so beautiful in person. Throughout his entire performance you couldn’t keep your eyes off him and the way that tight leather hugged each part of his body, the sweat dripping down his face, and sweat dripping down the part of his chest that was visible. At one point during his performance, he dropped to his knees right in front of you, legs spread wide open, you caught yourself staring at places you knew you shouldn’t have. You quickly looked away from him, hoping he hadn’t noticed you were staring. But... He did.

The two of you now continued to make eye contact with each other and you noticed the smirks that played on his lips each time he looked at you. You thought it was all in your head that he was looking at you, but each time he did, it made you all flustered. Shortly after his performance was done, they announced they would be taking a short break to set up for the sit-down portion of the show. As Elvis was heading back to his dressing room, he stopped and walked over to Jerry who was standing with some of the other guys watching the performance from behind the scenes and he pointed you out in the crowd that was now thinning out as they changed the set-up of the stage, “Ya see that lil’ girl over there, Jerry? Bring her back to my dressing room for me, will ya.” He said patting Jerry on the shoulder before making his way back. Jerry not questioning Elvis’ reasoning went over to where you were and introduced himself to you. “Hey, I uh... I’m Jerry, I work for Elvis, and he wanted me to bring you backstage.” He spoke in a hushed tone. You raised an eyebrow at him with a confused and nervous look on your face. Elvis wants me to come to his dressing room? This can’t be real. “Hi, I’m N/A. Me? Really?Oh, I- Okay, I guess.” You said in an anxious tone. You weren’t sure what was happening or why this was happening. But you couldn’t pass up the opportunity no matter how unsure you were of his intentions.

Jerry gestured for you to follow him and so you did, taking slow deep breaths as you walked past the crowd towards the backstage, nervously playing with your hands. Elvis had made himself comfortable as he waited, he was sat on the big light brown couch that sat in his dressing room, legs spread open and a towel around his neck with his head tilted back against the couch. Once you and Jerry approached his dressing room door, Jerry knocked gently before opening the door, “EP? I’ve got N/A here.” He said and Elvis tilted his head back up with a smile and grabbed a hold of the towel that was around his neck and tossing it to the side, you peered into the crack of the door and caught a glimpse of him, biting your bottom lip. “Well, don’t be shy darlin’ come in..” he said playfully. You slowly made your way into his dressing room, Jerry shutting the door behind you, glancing back at it nervously before turning your attention back to Elvis. He looked gorgeous sitting on that couch, and you couldn’t help but glanced down at his legs wide-open, manspreading as he usually did, he was still sweaty which you thought was so hot, you caught yourself staring at the same place he caught you looking earlier, and you quickly adverted your eyes elsewhere. You could feel your face becoming red especially with the way he was looking you up and down admiring how your dress hugged every curve of your body. You weren’t sure what to say, you were so nervous, and he could tell. “So…N/A?” he hummed. “What did you think of my performance?” he asked with a smile. “Oh, it was amazing! Y-You were amazing as always.” You answered in a fangirlish tone. Oh god, shut up…

Elvis chuckled, “Thank you, honey. Why don’t come sit down… I don’t bite.” he says teasingly. When he called you honey you blushed and felt your knees go weak but snapped yourself back to reality as you slowly walked over to where he was sitting, fumbling nervously with your hands again as you sat beside him. Smoothing out your dress that was now exposing your thighs a bit more. Mother was right… This dress is too short… You took a deep breath as you were now face to face with this beautiful man. You let out a small gasp when he reached over and placed his hand on your right thigh, keeping it there. You hated how he was making you feel right now, it was feelings you never felt before that was building inside of you. “So, tell me about ya self, baby. How old are you?” He spoke lowly in that thick accent of his. You licked your lips slowly as you stared at him, his blue eyes practically staring into your soul as his hand squeezed your thigh a bit. “I’m 20, and um…” you said shyly. You weren’t sure what to say so you just blurted out, “I’ve been a big fan of yours basically all my life!” You giggled nervously. That made him smile and you watched as he scooted over closer to you, the fabric of his leather pants brushing up against your thigh, a part of you hated how much this was turning you on, but another part of you loved it.

You watched as he lifted his hand up from your thigh and up to face, resting it against your cheek and brushing the pad of his thumb against your skin gently. You took a deep breath as you moved closer to him, his facing getting closer to yours, now your lips were inches apart. You stared at those soft full lips of his, biting down on your bottom lip, screaming internally for him to kiss you already. “That pretty lil’ dress caught my attention, baby. But so did those wandering eyes of yours.” He whispered, a smirk forming on his lips. Oh, God… He noticed. You tried to act innocent and play it off, “I have no idea what you mean….” You whispered playfully. “Sure ya don’t, darlin’.” He whispered before crashing his lips against yours, kissing you softly, you kiss him back hungrily, your hands find their way against his chest, gripping his leather suit. You were surprised at your own actions; you were still a virgin and sure you’ve been on dates with guys but the furthest it got was some kissing nothing as intense as this though. You felt Elvis’ right hand against your thigh slowly moving its way up your dress, you reached one of your hands down to grab his arm to stop him, pulling back from him and you look down a bit embarrassed. He raised an eyebrow, and he placed his hand beneath your chin, making you look at him, his eyes now looking at you with concern. “What’s the matter, baby?” he spoke softly. You couldn’t believe you were going say this especially to Elvis Presley, who’s been with tons of girls probably more experienced than you, you sighed softly as you stared into those ocean blue eyes of his, “I-I’ve never done anything like this before. I… I’m a virgin.” He nodded slowly with a small smile. “That’s okay, baby. I won’t hurt ya. But if this isn’t what you want, we can stop. Okay?” you were surprised by his reaction, reaching a hand up to play with your hair, twirling it between your fingers nervously, as you took a moment to think about what he said, shaking your head. “No… I want to, Elvis. I just don’t want you to be disappointed in me being unexperienced.” You say quietly. He chuckled a bit. “Darlin’, I could never be disappointed… I’ll be gentle with you.” he said reassuringly. You bit down on your bottom lip, nodding in response.

He leaned toward you again, his hands finding your waist and gripping it firmly and pulling you closer to him as his lips found their way back to yours, kissing you softly, your arms slipping around his neck as you returned his passionate kisses. His hands on your waist turning you on more and you could feel the dampness that gathered in your panties. One of his hands made their way up your back and finding the zipper of your dress, he mumbled softly against your lips. “Can I take this off, little one?” despite you being nervous about doing this you were also so eager that you nodded your head quickly in response to his question. He began to slowly unzip the back of your dress, raising his hands up to slowly pull the dress down your shoulders and you pulled back from him a bit to help. You stood up slipping off your flats and slipping your dress off, letting it fall to the ground and now you were standing in front of Elvis in just your white bra and panties and knee-high stockings. His eyes scanning every inch of your body, biting down on his lip and you could see the obvious boner growing in his tight leather pants, begging to be released.

He sat up a bit in his seat now a wide smirk forming on his lips, “Can you take your bra off for me, baby?” he said, and you were blushing so much now your face was practically red. Elvis Presley is going to see me naked, this can’t be real. “Sure…” you said shyly, and you reached your hands around to unhook your bra and slowly slipping it off and letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes. The cold air hitting your nipples and causing them to get hard had you immediately bringing your arms up to cover your breasts as you stared at Elvis. He chuckled leaning forward and reaching his hands out to remove your arms, pulling you toward him so you were standing between his open legs. “Don’t do that… I wanna get a good look at ya.” He teased, staring even more intensely at you. Between the look he was giving you and his cock growing harder by the minute in his pants, you were so turned on it was driving you wild, you could feel the wetness growing in your panties more, anxious to see what he was going to say or do next. He moved over now and patted the spot next to him. “C’mere, baby…” the words coming out of his mouth like silk.

You sat down beside him and watching him closely as he reached down to unbutton his leather pants, pushing them down enough just to reveal his hard cock that sprang right out, fully hardened now, you gasped at the length and the grith of his member, biting down your lip as you brought your legs up onto the couch sitting on your knees now, his hand reaching over to wrap around your waist, rubbing his hand gently over your back as his right hand took his cock into his hands, pumping it slowly, precum coating the head of it, he looked at you with a smirk as he spoke softly. “Soo… You’ve never done anything before, little one?” you shook you head slowly, “N-no…. just a bit of kissing.” He nodded with a smirk, his hand still slowly pumping his cock, a small groan escaping him as he spoke, “Well, I’m gon’ teach you so much, baby.” He pulled his hand back from your waist and up to your face, resting his hand against your cheek and letting the pad of his thumb brush lightly over your soft plump lips, and moving his hand to stick two of his fingers into your mouth. “Lemme see you suck on my fingers, baby. Slowly….” He said in a low tone. You were so turned on by this and he’s hardly done anything, and you could feel the heat between your legs growing, your panties practically soaked now as you began to suck on his fingers nice and slow. He watched you intensely as his groans grew a bit louder the faster that he started pumping his cock in his hand. He mumbled between each groan, “Good girl… Good girl.”

He started pumping his fingers slowly into your mouth now and you reached up to hold onto his wrist as your eyes stayed on him as you continued sucking on his fingers and when he saw how comfortable you were becoming, he pushed them a bit further into your mouth. You couldn’t help but gag a bit but continued sucking and now bobbing your head a bit faster. “Fuck, there you go… just relax.” He mumbled as his breathing became heavy; he wanted your mouth on his cock so bad. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, covered in your salvia now and licked his lips. “That was your first lesson, I think you’re ready for the next….” He used those two fingers you just finished sucking on to gesture for you to lean down toward his cock. You moved in a more comfortable position on the couch still sitting on your knees as you leaned down toward his cock, a bit nervous but excited at the same time. A man has never made you feel the way Elvis was making you feel in this moment. You loved every minute of it. He lined his cock up with your lips and brushed the tip against them slowly, the precum from his cock coating your bottom lip. “Open, baby.” He demanded. His left hand resting against your back rubbing it gently, you slowly open your mouth and wrap your lips around the head of his cock, slowly inching him further into your mouth as much as you could and began to bob your head slowly. He tilted his head back as he let out a soft groan, bringing the hand up that was holding onto his cock to grab hand full of your hair to keep it out of your face as he tilted his head forward, watching you take him in your mouth. “Goddamn… You’re a quick learner.” He cooed. Carefully pumping your head a little faster on his cock. Hearing those words turned you on and made you happy that you were pleasing him the way he liked, you started swirling your tongue around the length of his cock.

“Fuck…. Just like that…. I want you to relax that throat now, baby. Are you ready?” he spoke softly. You responded with a “Mmhmm.” against his cock, preparing yourself for what was to come next, he tightened his grip on your hair and kept your head still as he began to thrust his hips up and plunging his cock deep into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and you gag around it, saliva already gathering at the sides of your mouth, dripping down the sides of his cock. His groans now louder than before. He brought the hand that was resting against your back, down to your throat, brushing his hand gently against it. “Mmm, such a good girl. Just keep that throat relaxed for me.” He said between heavy breaths. His hand moving back to rest against your back, lingering down to your white panties, his fingers tracing over them, giving your ass a gentle slap. You yelped softly against him and now he was he was fucking your mouth at a steady pace, hitting the back your throat each time he thrusted into you, causing more obscene noises to escape you, making a mess on his lap with your salvia. His hand that was resting on your ass moved further down between your legs and he rubbed two of his fingers against the soaked fabric of your panties, pushing his fingers against your folds, a big smirk forming on his lips because of how wet you were for him. You grinded your hips slowly against his fingers and he continued to rub his fingers against your panties, giving you the friction that you’ve been yearning for and now while he was throat fucking you, you were moving your hips back and forth against his fingers at a slow pace, letting out soft mumbled moans against him. His head was tilted back against the couch as his own groans filled the echoing room. “G-goddamn….” He groaned out. You could’ve made him cum right then and there, but he had other plans for you, so he pulled your head back, his cock popping out of your mouth covered in your spit, strings of salvia dripping from your mouth as he pulled you up.

“Damn, baby.” He chuckled softly. “I’m gon’ have so much fun with you.” You couldn’t help but giggle. You couldn’t believe what was happening right now or what you just did for him. But you were wanting more. Much more. He grabbed his cock pushing it back into his leather pants but leaving them unbuttoned now. You were curious about what he was doing, and you began to pout. He caught a glimpse of your face. “Don’t worry… It’ll be back out, little one. I still have much more to teach you.” He said as a small chuckle escaped his lips. “Take your panties off, baby.” He hummed. You stood up from the couch and hooked your fingers between the hem of your panties and slowly slipped them off, kicking them to the side with the rest of your clothing. He patted his right thigh gesturing for you to come sit on his lap, you sat yourself down on him, your legs on either side of him, your pussy now sitting directly on his cock, you could feel every inch through his pants against you, throbbing for you. You reached your arms up to wrap around his shoulders, he leaned forward kissing your now messy lips and trailing kisses down your neck to your shoulder until he reached your breasts, swirling his tongue over your right nipple, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud. You let out a soft whimper as you watched him, twirling your fingers in his hair gently, he then moved over to do the same to your left nipple before trailing his kisses back up to your lips, kissing you deeply as his hands found their way to your hips, he positioned himself better on the couch, spreading his legs open a bit wider.

He began to grind your hips against him slowly, you let out a small moan feeling the harsh leather against your thighs and your pussy, the friction it was causing against you made your eyes roll back a bit, another soft whimper leaving your lips as you squirmed slightly, Elvis was enjoying seeing you behave this way, it turned him on. He was hardly touching you and you could feel the slick from your pussy dripping onto his pants. He leaned forward and whispered into your ear, “I told you… I’m gonna be gentle with ya.” He smirked as he leaned back and now his hands were squeezing your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he began to grind you a bit faster on his hips as he slowly began to move his own up against you. You couldn’t contain the next sound that escaped your lips, a soft whimpering moan. How was is possible for him to make you feel this way? He wasn’t even inside of you. He was driving you crazy now, but the smirk on his face said it all. He got off on this. Heavy petting. You wanted to take this leather off, you wanted him to just fuck you already, but he shook his head when you tried. “Uh uh… No, darlin’. What did I say? I’m gonna teach you how to please me.” He said sternly. You pouted but went along with it because you were still new to this. He lifted his hips a bit to thrust against you and you gasped softly feeling the harsh leather hit your clit as he grinded your hips slower and deeper against him, your slick leaving streaks along his pants each time you moved against him, your juices dripping down his pants. You blushed at the sight of how wet he had gotten you. The sounds of your soft moans growing louder and his groans filling the room, you almost forgot where you were for a minute until you heard movement outside the door.

You tried your best to not be so loud, but it was hard when Elvis was pushing you deeper into this ecstasy of passion, now he let go of your hips and rested his hands behind his head and he grinned, “Go ahead, baby… Show me how much you want my cock..” He said teasingly. Your hands gripped at the collar of his leather suit as you now began to grind yourself against his pulsing bulge, moving yourself faster as you humped him, your breathing becoming heavier by the second and your moans louder, he didn’t take his eyes off you as he watched you proudly, biting on his bottom, groaning loudly. You slowed your movements, and they became long and slow, the slick from your pussy dripping down your thighs now. Your hands moving up to grab at his hair, tugging and pulling at his dark locs. You couldn’t hold on much longer and you whispered almost breathless into his ear, “I-I’m gonna cum... E-Elvis....” he heard those words, and he shook his head, grabbing your hips and stopping you. “Not yet, little one.” He said softly. You let out a small whine. You desperately wanted him to just fuck you already. But this was his game. He enjoyed the foreplay.

Now he was lifting you up and turning you around on top of him, you let out a small yelp because you weren’t expecting the sudden change and now your back was facing him, comfortably placing your knees on either side of him again, you weren’t sure what he was doing now. He slouched down against the couch to get in a better position, holding your hips, you could now feel his cock directly up against your ass, and you wiggled it against his cock teasingly, the harsh leather rubbing in between your ass, you were getting used to the feeling of it and was enjoying how rough it felt against your skin, he pulled you back so that you were resting against his chest and he began to slowly grind his hips up against you, the bulge in his pants moving up against your ass and he kept one hand on your hips and moved the other down between your legs, trailing his hand up and down against your thighs, your eyes fluttered shut as you exhaled sharply at the feeling of his hands so close to where you were wanting him, your arms reaching up to wrap around his neck, your hands getting tangled in his hair as your body is now stretched out on top of him, he leans his head down a bit, kissing at your neck soft and you whimper softly when you finally feel his hand where you needed it, against your wet heat. He moved two fingers between your dripping wet pussy lips, and now you started to grind not only against his fingers in desperation, but your ass was moving against his cock, the friction from both ends driving you insane as he continued to kiss your neck. He lifted his head up a bit to peek at his fingers that were now covered in your juices, mumbling softly against your soft skin, “Fuck. I love how wet that pussy is just for me….” He brought his lips back to your neck. You got flustered by his words, whining softly as you spoke shakily, “P-Please… I want to feel you inside of me….”

He smirked, gliding his fingers back between your wet folds as his hips continued to grind up against your ass a bit faster now, his groans vibrating against your neck, rubbing one of his fingers against your sensitive clit in slow circular motions, causing your legs to shake a bit and a louder moan escaping you, tugging at his hair now, while you continued to grind your ass up against him, he moved his hand up that was holding your waist to your breasts, squeezing them gently, he started kissing on a different part of your neck now, leaving his mark on you. Two of his long fingers now slowly inching into your tight wet pussy, he took his time getting them inside of you as you stretched around them, but he could feel you tightening back up. You couldn’t control the loud high pitched moan that escaped you, your head tilting back in pleasure, your eyes shut tightly as you felt his fingers deep inside you, you whimpered the words, “Fuckkkk..” under your breath as he slowly began to pump them inside of you, the wet sounds filling the air as he pumped them a bit faster once you adjusted around them. “Good girl, good girl… Taking my fingers nice and deep in that pussy.” He whispered softly against your ear.

His words having you on the brink of cumming all over him. He’s been teasing you this whole time that you didn’t think you could wait any longer. He moved his hand down from your breasts and back to your hips now grinding your ass against him at a quicker pace, while also having you ride his fingers as they pumped deep inside you. Your face against his, leaving sloppy kisses against his lips as you moaned out in pleasure, pulling tighter at his hair, his groans long and low against your mouth, your toes curling from the stimulation of his fingers and his cock grinding up against you in sync together. You whimper in between your moans trying to form a sentence, “I-I… I’m going to cum. P-Please… C-Can I, daddy?” you begged against his lips. You never thought you’d be saying those words. But you could not hold back any longer, the orgasm that was building inside of you was screaming to get out. “Cum for me, little one…” He whispered softly against your lips giving them another kiss. Hearing those words were all you needed for that sweet release and as your body moved once more, you were gripping tightly at his hair and he hissed softly at the feeling as he groaned out loudly at your movements and as your body tensed up above him, your mouth forming an O shape as you finally reached the orgasm that had be building up, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as you cum all over his fingers, the euphoric feeling taking over and your body squirmed above him as you rode out your orgasm against him, breathing heavily as your movements came to a slow stop, your body weak from being over stimulated.

“Damn, baby… You made a mess. I ain’t finished with you yet.” He chuckled softly. Your eyes widen at the sound of his words. Yet? YET? You didn’t think you could take anymore, even though you were still desperate to feel his cock inside of you. You watched as he brought his fingers that was covered in your juices up to his lips and tasting you. You blushed at the sight, biting your bottom lip as you heard a soft, “Mmm.” escape his lips. You sat up now in his lap and turning yourself back around to face him, kissing his lips softly to taste yourself. He brought out a different side of you... Someone you didn’t think you were, but around him… You would do anything he asked. Anything to please him. “How does my girl taste, hm?” he said teasingly. His girl? The sound of that made you want to melt right into him. “Yummy….” You whispered against his lips. You glanced down at his pants to see he was still hard as a rock. How was that even possible? You then noticed he had came all over the inside of his pants, a bit of it was seeping out at the top, you brought your hand up to your mouth and giggled softly. He raised an eyebrow at you and then looked down to see his pants. He chuckled softly, “Ahh, shit… That’s your fault, ya know?” he said playfully. “Don’t you have to go back out to perform, Elvis?” you asked. “Ha, yeah. Well… Bill won’t be too happy about me ruining the pants.” He laughed.

Now he was slowly unbuttoning the leather jacket and removing it, exposing his chest and you reached up to rub your hands gently over his skin, your fingers twirling through some of his chest hair, you leaned forward pressing light kisses against his chest, his skin so soft and a bit sweaty still and you couldn’t help but inhale his scent, glancing up at him with a smile as your eyes met his. “So… What are you going to teach me next?” you say teasingly. He was enjoying this side of you, a grin forming on his lips as he spoke, “I’m gonna give ya what you want, little one.” Your eyes widened with excitement, and he grabbed your hips and lifted you up, and switching positions now so that you were laying down on the couch. You loved the way he manhandles you. Nipping at your bottom lip as you watched him with excitement hovering above you, you could feel yourself getting wet all over again just from the sight of him. He grabbed a hold of your thighs, spreading your legs wide open for him as he moved himself between you, pressing you up against his leather pants, your eyes rolling back from the feeling of it against your bare pussy, grinding himself slowly up against you. You took a deep breath as he did, you were hoping he was done with his teasing. You needed him more than he knew. He hooked his arms around your thighs and brought them up toward him, you wrapped them around his waist tightly and now he was pressed firmly right up against you, his hands resting by either side of your head against the couch and he started grinding himself up against you a few more times, as he leaned down kissing along your breasts as he moved his hips back and forth humping your pussy, the leather causing so much friction between the two of you he finally couldn’t take it anymore and he reached a hand down in between the both of you with his left hand, tugging his pants down a bit just enough to pull his girthy member out.

He now lined himself up with your pussy that was dripping with your slick all over again and throbbing in desperation for him, you brought your hands up to his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to you so that his chest was pressed against your own and now he was guiding his cock between your folds and circling the head against your sensitive swollen clit. You let out a soft moan the anticipation of him being inside of you building. You were nervous, but more than ready to feel him inside of you. His beautiful blue eyes staring deep into your N/A eyes, pressing a soft kiss against your lips and he whispered softly, “Are you ready to take me inside of you, baby?” You nodded your head slowly, “Yes, please…” you cooed. You were bracing yourself now as you felt him pushing the head of his cock inside of you, inching slowly and carefully. He groaned softly, “Fuck… So, fucking tight for me…” He whispered. You whimpered softly from the pain, clawing lightly at his back as you felt him pushing himself inside. He gave your lips another gentle kiss. “Just relax, baby….” He said with such warmth in his voice. You nodded. You were slowly stretching out around his cock and slowly adjusting to his size, the feeling going from pain to pleasure. You tilted your head back moaning softly, he felt so good deep inside of you, filling you up. “You okay, baby?” He whispered through a soft groan, brushing his hand against your face. You nodded with a smile and now he began to pump his hips against you slowly, your moans growing louder with each thrust that he made.

His lips finding yours again, each of your moans vibrating against each other’s lips, your hands clawing deeper at his back and piercing the skin as he began to pick up the pace and moving quicker into you. He groaned out loudly, “Fuck, you feel so good around my cock...” he hissed and now he plunged his cock deep into you, his breathing becoming heavier which each movement, his hands placed back at either side of your head, gripping the fabric of the couch tight between his fingertips and now you were moving up against him. The sounds you were both making growing louder and louder by the minute, your eyes fluttering shut from the amazing sensation. You couldn’t believe that you were fucking Elvis Presley. This didn’t feel real to you at all. But it was. Now his hips were slamming into your own roughly, and you began to moan his name out over and over and louder, “Elvis.. Elvis… ELVIS….” Someone was bound to hear what was happening in here now. Your hands moved down from his back to his ass and squeezing it tightly through his pants with a playful smirk on your lips and keeping them there as you both were reaching that euphoric peak. Beads of sweat running down his face, his hair sticking to his forehead, he looked beautiful. You whimpered loudly from the feeling of how deep his cock was in you and all the spots he was hitting just right. You didn’t think you’d be able to cum twice, but he was about to prove you wrong.

He his head was now buried into your neck and your hands gripped his ass tighter and you whispered against his ear almost breathless, “E-Elvis, baby… I-I-I’m gonna cum….” You were hoping he was close as well, you wanted him to fill you up with his cum, make you his. When he heard your words, it only forced him to fuck you deeper, harder and as he groaned out against your neck, his words coming out mumbled and airy when he spoke, “D-Do you want me to cum inside you, baby? O-Or pull out?” Bringing your hands back up and tangling it into his messy hair, you practically begged as the words left your mouth holding him close to you, “P-Please….. C-Cum inside of me, Elvis… Please…” That’s all he needed to hear, you were both on the edge of your orgasm and he thrusted one more time inside of you, his hips bucking as he let out a loud moan against your ear and you felt the sweet release of his cum filling you up as he reached his orgasm and yours followed immediately after, moaning out his name at the top of your lungs, cumming all over his cock, the both of you riding out your orgasms together until your movements come to a stop and his body falls against your own, his head resting against your chest as the both of you try to catch your breath. Your hands brushing his hair softly as you glanced down at him.

You suddenly hear a loud knock on the door that nearly makes you jump. You hear a strange man’s voice who’s accent you couldn’t place. “Elvis! You were supposed to be back out on that stage 10 minutes ago!” he shouts. Elvis lifts his head up to look at the door as he shouts back, “Alright, Colonel. I’ll be out in a minute!” he the mumbles under his breath, “Goddammit.” Before he looks up at you with a smile and cupping your face in his hands as he kisses your lips, whispering against them, “This was amazing, baby. Will you stay and wait here for me after the show?” he smiled. You couldn’t help but smile widely at his words and you nodded your head slowly, “Of course.” You hummed. He planted another kiss on your lips, pulling himself out and climbing off you and standing up to put his leather jacket back on and walking over to the mirror to fix himself. You bit down on your lip as you felt the warmth of his seed seeping out of you and you turned yourself over onto your side, your right hand resting against your head. You just stared at him, admiring him, and giggling as he looked down at his pants again forgetting what he had done in them earlier. “Ah fuck it….” He mumbled as he pulled his pants back up and buttoned them, shaking his head. “All your fault, little one.” He laughed. He came back over to you to steal another kiss from your lips.

A louder knock coming from the door, the Colonel yelling, “ELVIS.” And he rolls his eyes as he hears the man’s voice again. “Alright, alright, I’m coming, goddammit!” You giggled and he shook his head with smirk as he headed for the door, looking back at you as he opened it. “Don’t ya go anywhere, darlin’” as he spoke softly giving you a wink and then shutting the door behind him as he walked out.

You shifted around to lay on your back again, staring up at the ceiling, smiling to yourself happily, bringing your hands up to cover your face, still processing what just happened and thinking to yourself, Elvis Presley just took my virginity.. Oh my god…

PART TWO :))

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dokeythings · 7 months

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| hey baby, i think i wanna marry you | (dokyeom)

PART 1

dokyeom has had the ring in his pocket everywhere you guys went for the past 3 weeks. but even without bulky case poking into his thigh all the time, he has thought about marrying you everyday for the last 4 years. there's been many occasions where he's almost dropped everything to get down on one knee, and ask you to make him the happiest man on the planet. he's usually too nervous, quietly slipping the ring back into his pocket without you noticing. he's not weary about how you'll react, because he knows you'll say yes. he's nervous about when the perfect time is. he wants it to be memorable, to be something you'll never see coming but also be perfectly ready at the same time.

today his family is having a little summer get-together, with some of the family members being ones he doesn't get to see too often. in turn, this means that you have never met most of them. of course they told him immediately that they would love for him to bring you along, as they want to meet the girl he talks so highly about. you happily accepted, loving spending time with him any chance you can get. dokyeom knows you're nervous, but he also knows that theres no chance in hell that they won't fall in love with you right away. he keeps his hands on the wheel, nodding along to the song playing. you're about 20 minutes out now, seemingly making you even more nervous.

"hey" you say. he turns his head to you briefly to show his attention, before looking back towards the highway. "do you need both hands on the wheel right now or?" you say as you trail off the end of the sentence.

he chuckles at you, knowing exactly what you mean by the question. he releases his right hand from the wheel and places it in your leg, holding his hand up as you slide yours into his. he gains a small smile from you in response, but he sees your other leg bouncing up and down.

"you hanging in there baby?" he asks, running his thumb over your hand gently.

"i think i'm gonna throw up" you answer honestly, feeling that distinct feeling in your stomach that you always feel during a social anxiety flare up.

dokyeom has the patience of a saint when it comes to your anxiety, never being annoyed or frustrated with it. he lets you tell him how you're feeling and what he can do to make it better. after all these years he's learned to understand it more, and can oftentimes be ahead of it and know when you are going to experience it badly. he wishes you didn't have to live this way, but he decided a long time ago that if he can't take it away then he will do everything in his power to make things more comfortable for you.

"i'm sorry sweet girl. i promise you're gonna have a lot of fun once we are there" he says, hoping that any ounce of his words can make you calm down a bit, but he knows it isn't usually that easy. you just nod back, holding his hand tighter. he exits off the highway, stopping at a red-light once you are in the town. you know you are getting really close now. he lets go of your hand for a second, making you instinctually frown.

he smiles at you sweetly, saying "just one second baby". while he's waiting for the light to turn green he picks up his phone which is playing the music, and messes around for a second before putting it back down and holding your hand again. he starts driving again as the current song ends and the next one starts up. you notice now that he queued your favorite song.

he knows how much you love it, always playing it every time you get in the car with him, and you sing loudly every time. he loves watching your little mini performance and how you light up when your favorite part comes on. however, this time your mind is elsewhere, and you don't really feel like singing along.

"come on, sing it, i know you want to" he says happily, shaking your hand a little and urging you to let loose. when you just giggle in response, nodding your head no, he sings it for you. now of course, he is a professional singer, so he sings it better than you ever do, and you prefer this version better anyways.

"i'm sorry i'm such a downer" you blurt out randomly, feeling bad about how often you probably burden him with your anxiety.

"you're not a downer. you're just nervous love, and thats okay" he responds calmly, wishing you wouldn't be so hard on yourself.

you keep your eyes out the window as he continues turning down street by street, eventually pulling into the driveway and stopping the car. he turns the car off and turns towards you, attempting to give you a pep talk before you go in. you notice all the cars parked on the street and the driveway, making the ache in your stomach even stronger.

"we'll go in whenever you're ready" he says softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. you don't know how you got so lucky with him.

"i'm just so awkward" you huff, wishing you had the ability to make effortless small talk like he can.

"you aren't awkward baby. you're just a little shy sometimes. and it's adorable" he adds, poking your cheek. you have always been shy during new interactions with people, only warming up after a little while of knowing them. you perceive it as one of your biggest flaws, but he thinks its cute.

"i'm not shy with you. why can't i be like that with everyone else?" you question honestly. you are the most raw, authentic version of yourself with him.

he just smiles at your question, honored that you've always been able to be so comfortable with him. he loves that you don't have to hesitate around him, that you don't have to constantly have up your guard or filter what you say.

"just pretend everyone is me then" he replies, shrugging like its the most obvious thing in the world.

he manages to make you laugh, as you say "hmm okay yeah i'll have to try that" sarcastically.

before you can change your mind you take a deep breath and say "okay lets go". you unbuckle your seatbelt and look in the mirror one last time to make sure you look okay, to which dokyeom says to you an instinctual 'you're the prettiest girl in the world'. you both climb out of the car and take a few steps towards the house before he stops you for a moment.

"i'll be right here the whole time" he reminds you, bringing you in for a quick hug.

"i know" you mumble into his chest, feeling extremely grateful for him.

he takes your hand in his and leads you towards the backyard where everybody is gathered. once you get closer his mom and dad notice you two, and you are so relieved to be greeted with some familiar faces. you love his parents, and you got along with them right away. they rush over to greet you both, saying they are so happy that you could make it. dokyeom leads you down a little further to where everyone is sitting around eating. to your surprise as well as relief, the introductions are less painful than you imagined in your head. you do your best to return the small talk and keep a smile plastered on your face the whole time. whenever theres a little bit of silence dokyeom fills it naturally.

one of his cousins offers you both to sit down next to her at the table. you sit down on a bench next to dokyeom, fiddling with your fingers as the two of them talk and catch up with each other. the conversation lulls down, and you stay quiet not really having anything to add. dokyeom drapes an arm around your shoulder, tracing his fingers on your upper arm softly. you calm down at his touch. he knows this because the leg that you've been bouncing up and down has finally stopped.

"you want to get anything to eat baby?" he asks, knowing that you are already going to say no, even though a part of you could eat.

you say no thank you, throwing in a 'maybe later' to make him worry a little less. he says he's going to go get something as he stands up. he was going to offer you to come with him, but his aunt starts up a conversation with you. he smiles at you encouragingly before he leaves you alone to answer all her questions.

he comes back quickly, sitting down back next to you with enough food for the both of you. as he predicted, you reach over and take a piece of fruit from his plate. he smiles at you, happy you're eating. you spend the next few minutes eating as much food as your weak, nervous stomach can bare. you feel a sudden rush of bravery, feeling more confident with him here, keeping a hand on your thigh to ground you. you turn to his cousin and ask her about work, as it's something you have considered going into yourself. she happily answers, starting up a conversation where you feel yourself answering so naturally, something you're not used to.

dokyeom listens in quietly, smiling fondly at you as you speak about something you're so passionate about. he's proud of you. he's only been falling in love with you more and more since you've gotten here. he's watched you interact with his family, and run around with all the little kids present, happily playing along with their games. despite being nervous, you managed to come out of your shell a little. he's already had multiple family members pull him aside and tell him how much they love you. it's starting to feel like the ring won't live in his pocket for much longer. this could be it.

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football-and-fanfics · 2 years

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Damn, I think I love you - Erling Haaland

Who: Erling Haaland Request: Where you guys have mutual friends and he likes you but he is scared to confess because he thinks you are out of his league pls. Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none A/N: this is my first time writing for Erling Haaland, so hope you'll like it.

He's seen you many times before at your mutual friend's parties or other social gatherings. Every time he sees you, Erling is once again smitten by how beautiful you are and how he is completely in love with everything about you. From your wavy long locks to your dashing smile, and right down to even the way your feet look in the sneakers you're wearing. He knows you have a promising career at the law firm you work at, but the Manc accent that is so pleasing to Erling's ears, is rarely heard in your place of work. But Erling never speaks his mind to you or acts on his feelings. Everything about you oozes class, so he is sure you aren't looking to date a footballer. And so he hides it. Swallowing back his feelings each time he sees you doesn't stop the desire, though. He often realizes that he sees you by his side whenever he thinks of his future. It's a dream, he convinces himself. A dream which might never come true.

--- Today, at you mutual friend's wedding, Erling knows you'll be there, too. His eyes roam over the people who've already arrived for the ceremony, and he easily spots you in a fancy baby blue dress, looking even more stunning than usual. The brief thought crosses his mind that you're wearing City's colors, and he smiles to himself. Suddenly Erling is determined to tell you of his real feelings. He's scoring goals all over Europe in front of thousands of people, so why is he so afraid of talking to the woman he fancies? Enough, Erling tells himself, after the ceremony he will find a chance to talk to you. --- "Is this seat taken?" Erling finds you sitting alone at a table after dinner. The music's started and most other people have ventured out onto the dancefloor, but not you. "No, go ahead." You smile that dashing smile that sends butterflies to Erling's stomach. "Why are you alone?" Erling asks. "Everyone went dancing," you shrug, "so it was either dancing alone, dancing in a trio, or staying here. Needless to say, I choose that last option." The cheeky wink that follows your remark is almost enough to floor Erling, and he momentarily loses control over himself. "Will you dance with me?" The words are out before he knows it. For the first time in a long while, you're lost for words. You know Erling, have seen and talked to him on several previous occasions, but he never seemed particularly interested in you. So this offer to a dance catches you off guard. "Sure," you recollect yourself. Just as the two of you step onto the dancefloor, the music switches to a slow, romantic song. Panic sets in as Erling realizes this won't be just any dance with you, it will be a slow-dance. It's almost an out of body experience when Erling takes one of your hands in his, rests his other hand on your waist, and the two of you slowly move over the dancefloor. It's everything Erling's dreamed about for months, and suddenly it's very real. He notes how perfect your hand fits in his and how comfortable it already feels. He looks deep into your blue eyes, accentuated by the baby blue color of your dress, and Erling decides to throw all caution to the wind. "I'm in love with you," he blurts out. You gasp softly at this confession even though you've had your suspicions. You feel Erling's hand tighten its grip around yours, and you know he's nervous for your answer. "I..." you hesitate, "I've suspected something for a while. But since you never said anything, I thought I was wrong about it." "You're not wrong." Erling finds his confidence returning to him a little. "I always thought you would be out of my league. That you wouldn't be into me." "Well," you smirk, "that's where you are wrong." It takes a few seconds for the meaning of those words to sink in with Erling. "Do you mean... we can maybe go on a date sometime?" You smile that dashing smile again. "I would love to." Erling grins happily. Suddenly this dance doesn't feel so scary anymore. On the contrary, he hopes it's the first of many more dances with you.

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shiggyscumrag · 1 year

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WHOLESOME THOUGHTS WITH SHIGGY!

I've been looking back at my old fics and headcanons and mu god has my writing style and interests changed. So I've decided to make an updated HORNY THOUGHTS WITH SHIGGY!!!! Tbh most of them are gonna be wholesome <3 Bakugou has been on my mind A LOT lately so we're gonna start with him!!

Wholesome headcanons

I feel like sometimes when he gets home from patrol he is either a cuddle bug or doesn't want to be touched at all. Being a pro hero puts a lot of strain on the body! So when he comes home more emotionally exhausted sometimes he likes being cuddled and being taken care of. However when he comes home from a patrol that was particularly cruel on his muscles he prefers to just kinda lay there and not be touched.

I love two ideas. Bakugou either not being to handle his liquor at all OR being able to take shot after shot and not feel a thing but hate the taste and doesn't like to drink very often because of it. Like he'll go party with you and friends but he usually won't drink unless it's a special occasion. For the light weight version he would take shot for shot with you on a holiday (New years, Birthday, etc) and after the second shot he's fuckinf gone. Like he's there but snaps back into reality every 5 secs but he just looks so cute with the blush from the heat of the alcohol under his skin. Or on the heavy weight side he would also take shot for shot with you only getting tipsy as you reach your limit. Let's say around 5 shots for fun. He says to you "I'm glad you're done cause that tastes like shit." He just hates the alcohol taste.

I'm not a huge fan of baths. Like I hate them. So in this headcanon Bakugou would instead take showers with you rather than baths. Or if you wanted company while taking a shower but he didn't want to go in he would just sit on the counter and talk to you, read a book or scroll through his phone possibly looking for new recipes. And I course you would do the same thing for him!!

If you were an artist of any sort (I'm an art major give me a break) he would absolutely adore the home made gifts you'd make him. When you guys eventually move into your first place together he would hang up the gifts you gave him in his office or around the living areas. When guests came over and complimented the piece he would always subtly brag that you painted it and he can only have the best art pieces in his home because he has the best artist in the world living with him and making him custom peices. Also if he ever did a charity event and needed like a design or logo he would come to you either asking advice or commission you to do it. Fuck asking for it for free, even though you'd tell him you'd do it free of charge since you're dating and it's charity. But he INSISTS on paying you because you deserve it for all the hard work, love and care you put into it.

He would give you the aux in the car everytime. He knows you usually ask everytime if he has any requests and just queues them in between songs you like so it works out fine for him. You're happy he's happy, nothing to complain about.

However you met (preferably outside of UA) he would find it pretty important that early on in the relationship that he introduces you to his friends (kiri, mina, denki, and sero) just so he can see how you would fair around them. I mean he's around them 24/7 practically so it's important you get along. They are like family to him so it's also important they approve of you, even though he says he doesn't give a shit about their approval.

He secretly loves when you feel up his muscles. It just makes him feel good. He also likes when you rub his back with your nails. It just feels so nice, especially after a day of training and or patrol. It's the perfect relaxer. I feel he would also like it if you rubbed his temples gently when he laid his head in your lap. It could honeslty soothe him right to sleep.

Not so wholesome headcanons (18+ MDNI)

Biting? Check. Choking? Check. An occasional creampie? ...Check. Sorry just had to check off some of the kinks I think Bakugou would indulge in and fantasize about.

Bakugou is a pretty aggressive guy. Some might even say he's a bit mean sometimes. Cruel even. Never to you though. He can get very possessive though. The way he questions when anyone other than his friends and family talk about you. The arm around you at all times in public. The marks that litter your skin underneath your clothing. Oh yeah, he likes to mark you. He swears it's all for your pleasure, I mean you do love the occasional hickey and the way it feels when he bites and sucks on your skin. But it is a bit much when they cover almost all of the entirety of your body. Of course only the parts he can see and possibly sometimes a few on your neck when he's really worked up.

If he decided to do a little quicky in a semi public place he would most definetely let you bite down on his shoulder. Which I feel would be a rarity just cause he'd rather not deal with the possible repercussions of getting caught. He doesnt mind the pain. Like at all. Actually it helps him get off a little bit. It gives him just the right amount of pain and pleasure to get him going absolutely feral.

Some of his fav positions include: normal cowgirl aka riding him into oblivion, reverse cowgirl aka riding him into oblivion just with more ass, doggy, missionary, mating press, you riding his face. The list could go on.

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clovermunson · 2 years

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dating eddie munson would include…

author’s note: listen…the intrusive thoughts won, okay? so here’s this, i don’t know what else i can offer y’all at this point until i get some fics written. anyway, the only coherent thought my brain has is this man, and there are absolutely no regrets about it. first stranger things piece i’ve ever done in my life. don’t ask me why it took this long lmao anyway, enjoy this little slice of my eddie-induced brain rot . likes and reblogs are appreciated, but please do not repost my work!!—morgan🖤

tagging: @ardent-musings (since y’know…it’s your man lmao)

first off, flattery works with him (he literally said it himself), so if you call him any cute little nicknames like baby, sweetheart, love, or any other offbeat cutesy name you can come up with, and throw a sweet-sounding voice on top of it, this man will melt like ice cream on a hot summer day

he uses the money he gets from his uh…extracurricular activities to buy you little gifts. and they’re always little “i just thought you’d like this” or “i was thinking of you” gifts

he’s tried multiple times to try and teach you how to play the guitar, partially because you actually wanted to learn it, but the majority of the reason was because it gave you an excuse to be as close to him as possible

speaking of his beloved sweetheart, you’re the only person aside from him that’s allowed to touch the guitar

you sit in during corroded coffin’s band practices, listening to every song and Eddie’s been caught on several occasions losing focus on the song because he’s staring at you

he made a corroded coffin t-shirt for you, and when he gave it to you he said “it’s far from perfect, but it’s one of a kind…like both of us.” despite being so shy and slightly embarrassed by his craft skills

you thought it was absolutely perfect and you wore that shirt with pride, Eddie absolutely adored it and loved seeing you in it

you’re such a lowkey couple that people wouldn’t know you were dating unless they were told by someone else who knew

but in an odd contrast to that, pda does not bother Eddie one bit. this man will hold your hand and kiss you on the cheek or lips in front of god and everyone in hawkins

every time the resident preppy idiot Jason Carver talks trash about Eddie, you’re there to defend him; and the one time Jason talked trash about you, Eddie was on a warpath and you had to calm him down

you’re at every D&D campaign, with snacks and drinks ready for everyone, though sometimes the drinks end up getting spilled because they guys get too rowdy during the game. or because Dustin got upset over his roll being a miss

speaking of everyone’s favorite kid, Dustin jokingly refers to you and Eddie as his parents

no seriously, if Eddie lets anyone new into hellfire, Dustin’s introducing you two as his parents

“these are my parents, Eddie and Y/N.”

“Henderson.” you and Eddie both chide, almost in the same tone

“okay, they’re obviously not my real parents but they’re still pretty cool.”

you and Eddie don’t even try to deny that Dustin’s your favorite of all the kids

most wouldn’t guess it, but Eddie really takes the initiative when it comes to planning dates; and he’ll go all-out too even if it’s a simple at-home date

when you first started dating Eddie, the man couldn’t cook anything more than spaghettio’s, but he wanted to learn and you were more than happy to teach him how to cook

after that, he acted like he was the next master chef or something, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t cute

he’s also so proud of everything you do. doesn’t matter how little or big of an accomplishment, he’s just so goddamn proud

all you did was manage to get out of bed and brush your hair and teeth? doesn’t matter, Eddie’s still proud of you. you aced all your finals? Eddie’s proud. graduation? Eddie is super proud of you for that

he’s the cuddliest man ever. when the alarm goes off, he’s always saying “five more minutes…” but it turns into an hour and you’re both almost late to wherever you need to be

road trips with Eddie are a must, even if it’s just a quick getaway to the next town over, he always makes them so fun and picks out the best music

despite him being a metalhead, he actually does enjoy the cheesy pop songs you share with him…just not publicly

you think he made you your own hellfire shirt? wrong, he gave you one of his and he absolutely loves it when you wear it anywhere

he definitely made mixtapes for you, sure it’s full of songs from the likes of iron maiden, metallica, motörhead, dio, mötley crüe, black sabbath, you know all of his favorite bands that he loves to share with you, but he sprinkles a few cheesy love songs in there too and it’s adorable

he lets you wear his rings whenever you want, you don’t care if they’re too big on you because you’d never lose them anyway

eventually, he gives you his mood ring as a promise ring

and he apologizes profusely that he couldn’t afford an actual ring for you but you don’t care about that because Eddie actually cared enough to put thought into it and give you his ring

“i’m sorry i couldn’t go buy you a fancy ring, sweetheart…but i want you to have mine, if you’ll take it?” he’d sheepishly offer, hoping that you’d accept

“Eddie, you don’t have to buy me a big fancy ring or anything at all, even. i’d rather have your ring…it means more to me than anything you could buy in a jewelry store.”

this man was so happy that his heart was practically doing backflips and cartwheels when you accepted his ring

he’s literally just the proudest, happiest boyfriend he could possibly be

ugh, someone get me an Eddie, pls😩

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson headcanons #head empty no thoughts #only eddie munson #morgan’s writings📝

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twistedroseytoesy · 1 year

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What would happen if reader pursued Leona by singing Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me?

Now this is a fun idea! Happy to do it! Sorry it took so long though. Had a bunch of other asks and ideas to get to. Thank you for your patience!

super fun song! Go check it out if you haven’t already! Also lazy Leona with an energetic and stubborn s/o is an amazing dynamic!

for once mc was the one in-charge of the music potion. Recently they had been acting more and more on their feelings for the lazy dorm leader Leona. Despite the trials he went through and being talked behind others backs with a power no one appreciated, he still found pride in himself and the energy to stand up for himself.

mc always admired that aspect of him, they could see a soft side under his tough guy act. They were going to get it through his thick skull that they weren’t going anywhere unless it’s in a relationship with him. And they had the perfect song for the occasion from their world.

They let themselves into the lounge area noticing Leona taking his usual afternoon nap by the side of the water. They quickly pull out a bouquet from behind their back and drop it in front of the lion man with a smirk. he growls as he opens his eyes to see you and the flowers just in front of himself. His eyes widened before narrowing. “This supposed to be some sort of gift herbivore?” They shake their head before pulling out a potion and downing it. He pulled himself off of the ground growling. “If this is some sort of joke herbivore, you can just take the mixed bouquet and leave!” He growled before his ears flattened a bit. “just leave.” He grumbled.

“leona” his ears perked at how softly they said his name. Looking a mix of disappointed and loving. Suddenly music started around them and they smiled at him as they began to sing. “I will never let you let me leave I promise I'm not lying!” “Go ahead ask anybody who has seen me trying!” They motion to Ruggie who rolled his eyes as he nodded along. “I'm not going, if it seems like I did I'm probably waiting outside.” They smile as hey start to move to the very bouncy music around leona. He watched them a bit uneasily still unsure what exactly they were doing.

“Such a stubborn person you'll likely never meet another” they puffed out their chest in pride as they smiled. Leona rolled his eyes at this. “When we’ve got an overblot you can’t ask any other” “i’m the best! you'll learn more about me on my family history test!” They giggled and smirked at how prideful that verse sounded.

“I'm gonna do this right!” They bow before leona their smirk changing to a genuine smile. “Show you I'm not moving Wherever you go, I won't be far to follow!” They sit next to him and lean into his side. “Oh, I'm gonna love you so! You'll learn what I already know I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me.” Leona stares down at them as they smile up at him from against his side. He scoffed a bit and turned away, trying to control his pounding heart.

“You can try~, oh, but I~” mc sang softly next to him as they gripped his arm. “I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me” they stand up and sway infront of the lion man as he struggled agains his own want to pull them back to his side.

“Ready to stop?” He grumbles at them

“Not quite, im confessing infront of everybody!” They say dancing as Cater cheered as he popped up from the doorway with his phone out, obviously recording the spectacle.

“What?!” Leona roared. His anger only calming as mc grabbed his face and got him to look at them and only them as they continued to sing.

“I grew up a lonely child in the suburb of the city.” Leona’s attention was back to them since they usually never shared their backstory. “Spent my days alone my only friend was a stray kitty, called Sardine” they giggled a bit at the memory. “I thought it was hilarious to call a cat a kind of fish” Leona chuckled at how they smirked at him. “She played hard to get hissing while she scratched me” they elbowed Leona’s side a bit as he frowned at their words, scanning their hands and arms for the faded scratch marks. “What she was trying to say was "mc come and catch me"” they smiled in pride and Leona rolled his eyes at their thought process. “I learned quickly, that perseverance stood between a cat and his new best friend, me!” Hey spun around Leona. A bright smile matching the one when he fist didn’t push them away from his usual napping spot. Leona was fighting to not match their smile with a smirk of his own.

“Oh, I'm gonna do this right Show you I'm not moving” they moved to hug his side and he stiffened as his tail swayed happily behind himself. “Wherever you go, I won't be far to follow” they smile up at him and he gently shakes them off looking away and fighting the warmth crawling up his neck. “Oh, I'm gonna love you so You'll learn what I already know!” They Steve back from him and put their hands behind their back. “I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me” they shove the Bowie back into Leona’s hands as he looks somewhat unimpressed at it.

“When you say never?” He led them on, playing along with them for now.

“You can try~ oh, but I~” mc sang back leaning toward the lion man.

“I love you means blah blah blah yip yap yap yap now get on with it!” Ruggie called out tired of seeing the two dance around each other for so long. Mc giggled before turning to Leona with a more serious look.

“I can try~, but I~” they sang once more. Voice so full of love that it set Leona's heart ablaze. “I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me!” They exclaimed at the music stopped. They stood infront if Leona panting a bit from their dancing and singing from before. Leona was silent for a few seconds and he watched as mc looked a bit disappointed or upset at the stretching silence and his lack of a reaction. He sighed, breaking the silence.

“Tch, if ya wanted to confess so badly how about a kiss then herbivore?” He teases. Their face warmed at the remark but to leonas surprise and delight they pulled him down by his collar and kissed him hard and quick. Pulling back with a victorious smirk of their own.

“does that work for you, your highness?” They teased a bit. Leonas faced flushed at the nickname and he quickly pulled them back to his chest glaring at the others watching them. They quickly got the message and left, leaving Leona and mc alone together.

“you know you won’t be able to take this back herbivore.” Leona said seriously scanning their eyes for any hint of remorse or hesitation.

“you never ever getting rid of me leona.” They said smiling st him, eyes full of light and love that had Leona greedily pulling them closer to kiss them. Thanking them and pouring all the things he couldn’t bring himself to say into the kiss. They eventually pulled away with a small gasp and pushed their forehead against his, humming happily. Both now content to enjoy the others company as they figure out their new relationship together. They were never ever going to get rid of each other.

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whiterosekiszka · 1 year

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Remember This

Josh Kiszka x g.n. reader

Word count: 700

Warnings: none! absolute tooth-rotting fluff!!

a/n: I wanted to give you guys a little blurb while you wait for CS3 and the other fics I have planned out! watch out for a masterlist soon with a sneak peak of what is going to come after cold shoulder!!

"Let's take a drive." You were startled by a whisper in your ear, accompanied by a pair of hands on your hips. Curls tickled the right side of your face, causing you to giggle. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" you turn around to face Josh, hands coming up to rest upon his biceps, a smile forming on your face at the sight of his own toothy one.

The past few weeks have been hectic with the band heading to India for a few shows, and you being in the total opposite timezone. You and Josh hadn't gotten to spend a lot of time together in general, let alone just the two of you. So when he asked.. well more like insisited, you agreed. "Mm, okay." You nodded, barely able to set the rag down on the kitchen sink before he was picking you, headed straight towards the front door.

You had no idea where he planned on taking you, and in all honesty, you didn't think that he even knew where you two were going — it was just nice to spend time together after everything. The car ride was quiet besides the music from a playlist you and josh created a few months back, filled with your favorite songs meant for occasions like this. Both of you just enjoyed being in each other's presence. You enjoy the occasional blurb from Josh — some joke or random fact about something that caught his attention on the side of the road. It was just who Josh was, and that was what you loved most about him. You loved how he was so authentically him. No one else was like him, not even his twin brother. In your eyes, Josh was perfect.

You hadn't noticed that you were even lost in your own thoughts until Josh had pulled you out of them by squeezing, and then letting go of your hand, which he settled into on the beginning of your journey. The car had been parked along a lookout that he had taken you to often in the beginning of your relationship. A smile beamed from him over at you, his hand coming up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Remember this place?" He sighed out, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your temple. "It's the place where I first told you that I loved you."

You smiled, exiting the car to look out upon the city. The memory of the first time you had come here flashing through your mind. Josh had wanted to surprise you one night after he had gotten back from the first tour he went one while you were together. He had practically been gone for six months and you two lived through text messages and late night facetime calls. When he came home, he insisted on something special. He packed a picnic for the two of you and brought you up here. You had always loved Nashville, so what was better than being able to overlook the city? That’s how Josh thought of it, at least.

you felt tears brim your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest, looking out at the same city, with the same partner. That was four years ago now, yet somehow it still felt just as special. Turning around, you went to say something to Josh, but instead found him down on his knee. In his hand he grasped a small, red box that adorned a beautiful emerald. A gold band had wrapped around this stone, weaving as if vines were encasing it.

“y/n the last time we were here, we were in a similar situation. You could have left me plenty of times after.. I know with touring and work that this can be hard sometimes, but you’ve stayed with me through it all.” Your hand rested over your mouth, tears staining your cheeks as you watched Josh from your spot. “I still love you as much as I loved you when I first said it to you.. If not, more. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, y/n. Will you marry me?”

#gvf #greta van fleet #gvf fanfiction #josh kiszka #josh kiszka fanfic #joshua michael kiszka #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka blurb

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astarab1aze · 27 days

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Get to Know the Mun !

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

Well, it started with Kaede when I came back (and it was JJK that coaxed me out of retirement), but I took a three-year hiatus from roleplay et al. I didn't feel like I belonged anymore so, meh, left. Decided to focus on a fic (for Kaede ksjdhfs) during that time, some side projects too, but then the idea for the universe this blog focuses on came into being. At first, I just wanted to share it with the homies, but it was so unrefined yet so perfect for OCs, I had to expand and expand and expand - and then I thought, "Why not take it to tumblr, your natural habitat?" So here we are. All of the muses on this blog are rehashings of many many other muses I've had over the years, updated, changed as needed - I wanted to write the oldies without them being old, y'know? I missed them! So I combined some traits from some of them, new faces, etc. Threw 'em all in the pot and fleshed them out a liiiittle bit more through interactions, which only made me want to write them more and now I suffer endlessly (affectionate).

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Aside from the obvious (graphic noncon, pedophilia, incest)? Not really, I'll write just about anything, even if I hate it. Like, I hate coffee shop AUs, but I'll write in one, y'know? I hate murder, but I'll write one. I hate angst, but I'll drown myself in it for free. I don't believe in limiting myself when authors like GRRM exist, and in order to be a well-rounded writer, imo, you gotta try things that disgust or terrify you (in writing). Research, getting into the heads of bad people to understand them so you can write a better villain or problematic 'good guy', further flesh out a life-changing experience for x character, etcetc. I'm just here to write and expand on established technique, style, storytelling ability, symbolism, stuff like that

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

It depends on some things, but I like to write stories and about characters who recognize the complications and hardships of life, be they with or without reason. Toxic relationships, smut, family life, monologues, horror when it suits me, dealing with trauma of any kind, romance at all, fantasy fantasy fantasy, etc. Can't think of anything super specific; It's really more about the themes I weave into everything. Growth, healing, wounding, what can make them worse, etc. It honestly goes the fuck on.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

I get brainworms. Sometimes from single words, a visual, vague inspiration, video game lore - and I think about it forever until it becomes A Thing against my will ksjdhfs On occasion, I'll just have an idea ready to go, but will have to expand on it later

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

I write with music on. If I don't write with music playing, it's because I have to keep my eyes and ears open for the munchkin and puppies. But I have to have noise playing in the background somehow, somewhere, or I go crazy and get nothing done.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

I plan almost nothing. I like to have as organic a response as possible for my replies and asks, and developments.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Oh yes, all the ships, give them to me. I love to ship, as long as the characters have chemistry and develop. I'll ship just about anything if the vibes are right.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

Taro !

ᴀɢᴇ?

Over 25

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

October 27th

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Every purple known to man, black, and teal

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

You cannot put me on the spot like this. I listen to way, way too much music and have lots of songs I listen to on repeat from trap to metal to dark country to instrumental to r&b, so on and so forth

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Pretty Things, which, uh, was fucking wild.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

The Witcher - literally do not @ me.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Fight For Me, by AlicebanD

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

Potatoes :)

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Spring and Fall and nothing else (i do not count the 87346823 other seasons in my state >:/)

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

I have a few tumblr besties! Particularly those I've been writing with for a literal decade, since I first started roleplaying on tumblr ( @elysiumtouched & @melancholymirth , and I love them immensely), but I've made other friends too, and sorta-friends, over the years and enjoy having them around, whether we write all the time and talk or not.

Tagged by: @origami-assassin (and others) ! <3 Tagging: anyone that hasn't done this yet!

#☿ || Mun.#/ if any of this makes sense

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blues824 · 2 years

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Sway - Rook Hunt x Reader

A fic based on the song Sway by Michael Bublé. Might have been a tad self-indulgent, but hey it turned out great! Also, if you have any inkling about where I pulled inspo for a small section of this, comment on this and I will tell you if you were right!

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Rook Hunt

Headmage Crowley was hosting a ball to raise student morale. And it wasn’t just a ball for NRC, it was for all the schools in Twisted Wonderland – including girl schools. There were papers and posters on every bulletin board. The Headmage himself went to you and said that your attendance was mandatory and there would be no questioning his decision. Of course, the ball had free food and drinks, so Grim was ecstatic. He would even dress up for the occasion if tuna were to be served.

Because of the ball, teachers were told to not give homework so that preparations could be done by volunteers. You decided that you were actually going to volunteer so that other students would have help.

You got a beautiful outfit for the ball. It was easy to move in: perfect for dancing. You’ve even taken up a few dancing lessons with all the free time you have due to not receiving homework. Ace and Deuce weren’t causing trouble due to the fact that Riddle was preparing the whole dorm for the ball. To be honest, you were kind of sad that you couldn’t hang out with them.

All sad thoughts aside, you were actually kind of excited for the ball. More specifically… you were excited about the music. A ballroom full of wonderful music. The thought of not knowing was so exciting that you couldn’t wait to see what was in store.

You found a bow for Grim that matched your own outfit and Grim actually liked it! With that done, you were currently listening to music while having a grand old time dancing and practicing. Grim joined you for a bit, and he was having a bit of fun. Maybe Crowley did something right for once!

From what you could tell, the dorms aside from Heartslabyul were all excited for the ball. Riddle was adamant about all the dorm members not making a fool of themselves and volunteered his time into teaching them the basic waltzes. You volunteered a few times to help since you know a few things as well and even sometimes learned alongside everyone.

You also participated in Pomefiore’s lessons which were held more frequently. Since you have had practice, Vil often used you as an example. You and Rook were often partnered up as a group example, then you would go off with the others to help them practice. You would be lying if you hadn’t noticed Rook glaring at the guy you were dancing with, but you thought it was just him paying attention so as to improve.

Once the day of the ball came, everyone was eagerly and impatiently waiting for the bell to signal that classes were over. Once the bell rang, everyone rushed out. You held back so as to not get trampled, but after you and Grim rushed over to Ramshackle to get ready.

You helped Grim with his bow and brushed his fur, then it was your turn. You put on your outfit, then you did some finishing touches with your hair and makeup. Once the lovely ghosts gave you the a-okay, you walked over to the limousine that was waiting for you. Crowley was inside, wanting to escort you to the ball like the generous father Headmage he was.

Once in the auditorium, you greeted those from different schools and helped them to their seats. You put everyone at ease. You chose to sit with the Heartslabyul dorm because they saved you a seat. You couldn’t help but feel like someone was staring at you, however.

Headmage Crowley got up on the stage and gave a grand welcome speech. For once, he kept it short, brief, and to the point. When he finished, the music started and a lot of the students went to the dancefloor. You were supervising Grim at the banquet table and got yourself a glass of water: you would need to be hydrated for dancing.

For the ball, Crowley surprisingly hired a DJ. You danced with a few of your classmates and it really was just you guys having fun. When Savage Love came on and you and Cater destroyed everyone in that, but it was all in good fun!

Then the DJ spoke into the mic, “All of you lovebirds out there, get on the dancefloor. This is gonna be a dance for you and your lover~”

You felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around and saw Rook.

“Hey, Rook!” You said

“Y/N, would you care to join me for this dance?” He bowed and offered his hand to you. You were immediately caught off guard. You didn’t expect anyone to ask you to dance with them.

“Umm… sure!” You put your hand in his and you walked hand in hand to the dancefloor. Once there, he put a hand on your waist and held your hand with his other. You put your free hand delicately on the back of his neck. From this position, you knew Rook would be leading the both of you.

Then the song started playing…

When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway.

You were both looking into each other’s eyes, strategically moving along with the melody of the song. Everything else started to disappear as you both started to feel the song.

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more

Some neighboring dancers saw you both and were amazed by how wonderful you both were doing. They got everyone else to step off of the dancefloor to give you room.

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with me

You lifted one leg up so that Rook would be able to tilt you both easier and you rolled your body to reenact the wind making a flower sway. Once the line finished, you pretended like you were going to walk away when your partner lightly grabbed your wrist and spun you back into his arms.

“When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me”

To your surprise, Rook started singing the lyrics. He bent down to where his lips were ghosting over yours when he pulled back and spun you just beyond arm's reach.

“Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you”

You started swaying your hips in a very sensual way. and you noticed that some of the guys’ noses started bleeding a little. You raised your arm and hand towards Rook and you felt his hand grasp yours.

“Only you have that magic technique

When we sway, I go weak”

Rook pulled you back to him and tilted you again. He stared into your eyes with a passion you’ve never seen before.

I can hear the sound of violins

Long before it begins

You noticed that Rook didn’t sing that line, but you didn’t really care. At that moment, you had both your arms extended and Rook was laying feather-like kisses from your fingertips to your arms to the fingertips on your other hand. He was going to go back but you put your hand up to stop him.

“Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now”

He started singing again and pressed you against his chest where you started swaying your body. You briefly looked around you and saw that everyone was surrounding the dancefloor.

Cater had his phone pulled out and gave you a thumbs up. Vil was looking on with a smirk, probably of pride since Rook was doing a great job at representing Pomefiore.

“Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you”

You didn’t have time to look at anyone else because Rook grabbed your hand and spun you around to face him. He seemed to briefly – and with a jealous look in his eye – glare at Cater before returning to his passionate look towards you.

“Only you have that magic technique

When we sway, I go weak”

You decided to get some revenge for taking you away from the crowd and walked over to a random person and seductively ran your hand down their cheek. You gave him a wink and were about to move to the next person when Rook growled and pulled you back to him.

I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins

You smirked at his reaction. You continued to dance in each other’s arms for those lines, not breaking eye contact.

“Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now”

You leaned into his face, but right before your lips met with his, you ran your finger from his top lip to his neck and stopped at his chest. You pushed him back a little and sashayed around him, all the while tracing your finger along his shoulders.

When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway

Rook grasped your hand and placed a kiss on it before pulling you to him and placing your hand on his shoulder. He touched his forehead with yours and stared into your eyes, accepting your challenge.

Like a lazy ocean shore

Hold me close, sway me more

You lifted your leg up again and he held it in place while spinning you in a slow circle. He ran his hand up against the side of your leg and up your waist until it met with the side of your face.

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

You held his face as well and you both stepped in sync. Your eyes never left his and vice versa. You could both feel the playful and flirty competition between you and you loved it.

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

He spun you away and spun you back, your back was to his chest again and you both just stepped side to side. You leaned your head back onto him to add a small dramatic flare.

When marimbas start to play

Hold me close, make me sway

Rook leaned down and pressed soft kisses to your neck. The students surrounding the dance floor were shocked, but you pressed a kiss to his cheek and spun back out of his reach.

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more

He smirked and walked in sync to the beat over to you. You were imitating a shy person, glancing over at him. You were imitating prey, and that he was the hunter.

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

Rook caught the hint and while walking over to you he shot an air-arrow from his air-bow. You dramatically – and gracefully – put a hand over your heart and started sinking to the floor for Rook to slide on his knees to catch you. While sliding, a student threw a rose and Rook caught it in his mouth.

When we dance make me sway

Stay with me, sway with me

When Rook caught you, the students went wild with applause and roses. You both were out of breath, but you pulled him in by his tie into a kiss on the lips. After a few seconds, you both pulled away, smiling at each other.

Rook helped you up and sat you down to go get you a glass of water when a bunch of students flocked up to you.

“I didn’t know you could dance like that!”

“Where did you learn??”

“Are you and Rook dating now??”

Once your now-boyfriend came back, he shooed everyone away and handed you your water.

“So, are you dating Rook now, mon amour?” He asked with a smirk.

“I don’t know, am I?~” You responded with a mischievous twinkle in your eye.

“I believe you are. I don’t intend on letting anyone else dance with you~”

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