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matchamorphosis · 2 years

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𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒

━━━━━➛ 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ.

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 — it’s a tradition between you and Hayden that you both spend the day after Christmas with each other until winter break is over. this year, things don’t go precisely by tradition.

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒 — fluffy fluff. 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 — 2.1K 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 — @firefly-graphics

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 — hayden brown (harvard hottie) + woc!reader

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 — fluff. reader doesn’t celebrate Christmas but she and Hayden give each other presents in celebration of winter break. :) slight angst because reader is feeling lonely. bit of cry. also! I gave Hayden a last name, not mines tho :/

𝑤.𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 — everybody thank malia for this little oneshot and the moodboard she gave me that motivated me to write this. hope you guys enjoy reading, don’t forget to reblog and give feedback! ⛄️

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 — · m.masterlist. · library acc. · my taglist.

December’s day in Maine, it glosses over your eyes that look out of the window — A soft powder of fluffy snow sprinkles on top of you, the delicate snowflakes entwining within your hair and lashes.

The far away sounds of the television downstairs broadcasting another round of christmas cartoons pulls you into a hollow state. Pulling the thick quilt closer to keep warm, a restless gaze etches on your dewy features that still search for the man with the glowing halo for hair to arrive.

Time has been slipping through the ancient wood of your family's country villa like the flour you’ve incorporated in the cinnamon rolls flaked with cinnamon and sugar.

The same soon-to-be frosted treats are still tucked away in the oven; however, it would be a travesty to have them be ready before Hayden would arrive. It was another little disappointment that Hayden wasn’t there to make them with you like you always do together but it kept your mind off of this when you baked.

At this moment you anticipate the moment between you both where you sit on the carpet, plates of cinnamon rolls and chocolate chip cookies surrounding you two as you hand each other gift after gift.

It certainly wouldn’t be a special break from your usual day to day life as a student to not spend the sacred days dedicated to hot chocolate, holiday cartoons and sweater cuddles if your boyfriend was here to do at least one of those things with you.

A flash of golden headlights trails through the dense fields of aromatic maple and pine trees near the tall villa, your heart leaps out of your chest at the sight that your Hayden is finally here.

The smile that hasn’t been seen for days now gracing your lips, “He’s finally here,” the warmth of your breath showing in the air from those joyful words.

You’re quick to tuck your head back inside the warm house and close the window, ruffling your hands through your hair to shake the snowflakes away as you giggle and shuffle through the room.

Oh, you could just imagine it now, you think with every rushful step you take down the stairs: The serene painting of you and Haydens legs entwined together, playing storyteller about hilarious incidents after unbelievable stories that have occured during his Christmas with his family.

The swiftness you possess almost makes you slip down the last step although you hold the quilt tighter around your shoulders. What a dream that would be, what a dream this day is going to become, you have it all played out.

Hardcover books you’ve mentioned in convenient conversations within your light grasps before a gasp escapes you from the sight. A handful of cassette tapes in a wrapped shoebox big enough to be a house for a mouse, bearing every song he loves.

Quick hands put on your winter boots, hands move your tousled hair out of your face as you open the door to the swirling wind and walk through the powdered sugar covered terrace. Making you think how sweet his lips would taste after hayden would help himself to a third cup of peppermint tea along with one cinnamon roll more.

The welcomed chill enveloping you like the stitched quilt around your body that pumps in anticipation, oh how this weather makes you eager to see Hayden’s reactions to his knitted scarf and sweater you crocheted for him.

Would he try it on immediately? Take off whatever he had on and let it wrap him up? — you think as your footsteps take you from the porch to the sidewalk, looking for his beamer he insisted was a vintage through the last rays of sunlight for the day.

A shiver and whisper of chill not touching you with Hayden’s Harvard hoodie you gave you some few years ago, fingers instinctively feel through the fabric.

Would he run his fingers through the hours spent stitches? Feel the material in between his fingers and touch each pattern? — you think again as your head turns to meet the forest around you, looking for those golden headlights to appear once again.

Step after energized step, you dig your boots into the snow and keep walking until the villa is behind you. The music of winter’s elements play in a hidden chorus within the trees and snow covered bushes. Leading you to wonder what Hayden would think about your little cards you snuck in each cassette tape you’ve made for him.

Each one summarizing every emotion you feel when he’s around you. Some silly tapes that Hayden insisted aren’t silly at all, of what it feels like to hold his hand and what it feels like when his hands comb through your hair.

Whipping your head about in another search, perplexment is now etched on your features. Shouldn’t he be here by now? you thought but your confusion is distracted when you look towards the snowman you and your younger family members made.

It’s crooked smile of little cobblestones and the bright orange carrot that’s probably been nibbled on by some local deer for his nose. It makes you smile a bit but then you remember with a frosty blow of the wind.

Where could Hayden be? — your heart sorrowfully waltz at the question, covered shoulders once straight slump with languish and worry.

Is it the traffic? Is it snowing hard that the flight was cancelled? Did his car break down?

Did you imagine the headlights? Were you just so desperate to see him that you conjured up the sight of whatever that reminded you of him?

Those spiraling questions make you anxiously pick at the knitted ends of the quilt, the skin of your face and hands becoming intolerant to the freezing temperatures now that the sun is tucked away under the blanket of starry skies.

You kiss it goodnight, trying your best to ignore the tears in your eyes and the pouring snowflakes that have stuck to your wetting lashes. Trying your best to hide them from yourself, even on a special day like this where you’re afraid of crying in front of a snowman with a crooked smile will spoil everything.

A terrible tremble shakes your bottom lip, a palette of white breath joins the twilight sky as you let out a little sob.

The confectionary warmth you’re yearning for is becoming too much for you to cope with, even the sun blazing inside your heart that keeps you patient and hopeful is starting to dim away in anguish.

Maybe he’ll call soon and update you on where he is, hearing his voice will be enough to soothe and bring comfort to your longing state. Wiping the hot tears that wet your cheeks with the sleeve of your sweater you take a moment to admire the self-regulation with the company of your snowman, mysterious trees and the silver speckled stars.

Snow continues to pour above you, fluffy and soft like powdered sugar, making you feel like those sweet strawberry bonbons Hayden’s aunts would send you.

A knot in your belly tightens a bit but in anticipation, pinning for the custom of being you sitting on the large loveseat in his lap, wrapped in the same persian quilt you have on.

A book of literature collections of your favorite poets Hayden purchased from his trip in Massachusetts you read whilst he listens to the cassette tapes and sketches in the drawing pad you give him.

Snuggling closer to his soft figure as his free arm wraps you tight, almost securing the fact that you're here with him. The bonbon box between you both as you momentarily feed each other one after the other until the box that was once filled with the pink treats disappear.

Evidence of your consumptions plastered on your pink cream lips. Both of you holding onto the flavor of the moment with every lick of your lips, with every squeeze of your interlocked hands, with every kiss you give.

A rush of wind embraces you and you figure it’s best you get inside before you catch a cold, eyes captured by the moonlight look up to the stars.

Whispering a kind goodnight before booping the carrots edge of the snowman's nose, “Goodnight to you too.”

Pulling the quilt closer to you, you shift your heels against the snow to head straight back inside. Despite Hayden not being here today to share the last few days together before winter break ends you know that whatever time he does spend with you, will not be appreciated and loved any less.

“Is it too late to wish me goodnight?” a familiar voice speaks behind you.

Familiar in a way that you gasp and turn around, a hand covering your mouth once you see the man you haven’t seen since September. Apricot sap hair catching the snowflakes that fall, his boyish smile shy and sweet as he holds a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands.

“You’re here.” your words barely a whisper, soft and airy with a shade of astonishment. The same tears in your eyes emerge and Hayden is quick to walk closer to you and whip them away with the caress of his thumb.

“With you baby, I’m here with you. I’m so sorry it took so long for me to get here.” Hayden softly whispers as he leans down to brush your forehead against his, taking your face in his mitten hands.

At this silver moment, you’re wondering if you’re dreaming with every step he gets closer to you and beaming at the smile you’ve barely thought you’d see today. Those blue eyes you were so used to seeing everyday pouring like starlight into your heart, filling it up with his gentle admiration and warmth.

“I know I called you and said that I would arrive this morning but the weather had other plans. I hope you could forgive me sweetheart.” his voice seeks your approval, one of his hands root themselves in your hair as the other still holds your face.

“It’s alright, don’t worry it’s alright. I’m just so happy you’re here!” you’re smiling, teary-eyed with joy and taking his face in your chilled hands.

Beaming those teeth when Hayden chuckles at how cold your fingers are as you count every freckle on his nose and cheeks. A bashful sensation spreads through your heated cheeks when Hayden hands you your bouquet with a wink.

“For my prettiest flower, I offer these to you.” you’re practically melting from his sweetness, taking the flowers into your hands. Although, it’s cleared away when he carries you up in his arms so your face is mere centimeters away from his.

“I couldn’t waste a day of our week without seeing my girl. Even if I had to drive here from Manhattan—”

“Baby you drove here from Manhattan?” your voice pitched in shock as you cut him mid-sentence and it just makes him laugh louder.

“Yep, that’s exactly what I did. And do you know what I’d do?” he asked and you can just see the spark of mischief in his spinning copper blue eyes.

“What would you do wonder boy?” you asked him right back, staring from his eyes to his lips back to his eyes.

“I’d do it again, a hundred times all over. Again and again. Just so I can see you and hold you in my arms.”

A symphony of ballads thrum Hayden’s heartstrings, of only you knew how well you make his heart sing with the slightest of ease. How well you turn him into your instrument of delight with just a kiss, it makes him lean forward to feel that addictive flutter in his chest.

“Again and again. I’ll be wherever you want me to be.” his words smother your lips, butter you up and you pull his lips to yours.

The snow still pours and you’re still in his arms, the knitted mittens on his hands holding yours tighten when he unexpectedly swings you. Encouraging every hearty laugh to slip whilst his mount still presses sweetly against yours.

“Hayden Brown! Hayden Brown, if you don’t stop spinning we’re both going to fall over!” you shriek with every bit of caution, holding your arms tighter around his neck his laughter getting contagious.

“That’s the point sweetheart!” he hollers, spinning you and him faster and faster that the sun might as well rise up and the moon hide away for the day.

Faster then slower, agile and clumsily, until feet fall over the snow, collapsing you both against the thick blankets of snow around you. You both come down, messy kisses breaking the moments of laughter between you both.

“Baby, it’s cold outside. Let’s go inside, you’re turning into a snowman.” you giggle at Hayden’s crooked grin, pressing a quick kiss to his cheeks to warm them up.

“Yeah let’s do that. I can really go for tea, did you make those cinnamon rolls? I know I tell you this all the time but I really love when you bake.” the cold makes you both jittery but you both press your mouths against each others for that delicious warmth.

“Whatever we love, we mention the most.” you whisper, your fingers brushing the delicate snowflakes from his hair, tracing the lineage of his handsome face.

“Then I must love you too much because I mention you all the time.” he whispers, taking your hands back into his own. Those rose petal lips kiss your knuckles, and suppose it’s your turn again to feel your heart ping by Cupid’s bow.

Wait— aren’t the cinnamon rolls still in the oven?

Shuffling back up on your feet, you race to the house. Almost forgetting Hayden is laying in the snow, confusion plastered over his Rudolph the red nose rain deer face. “Let me guess! You forget the rolls in the oven again!”

“Maybe!” you shout back as you reach the porch, hearing Hayden catching up with you. Racing to the kitchen to salvage this years cinnamon rolls.

Although, you both don’t mind the burnt treats because out of all the usual arrangements, almost burning down the house is one that continues to be within the cards.

#♡⃗ : rosie writes.#hayden (harvard hottie)#harvard hottie fluff #harvard hottie × black!reader #harvard hottie × woc!reader #harvard hottie × fem!reader #chris evans fluff #chris evans × fem!reader #chris evans × black!reader #chris evans × woc!reader

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matchamorphosis · 2 years

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‧₊˚➛ 𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄’𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐄

━━━━━‧₊˚➛ Follow this thrilling series featuring y/n l/n and her boyfriend, Hayden Hutchinson through the eyes of a video camera. Watch as their relationship blossoms and the porn tapes hidden in their bedroom shelves grow in quantity and quality.

pairing ‧₊˚➛ hayden hutchinson (harvard hottie) x woc!reader

disclaimers ‧₊˚➛ 18+ content, read my statement here. this series has explicit content (smut) in every chapter so I do not feel comfortable for minors interacting with my work. respect my wishes, happy reading to those who follow and respect my rules.

‧₊˚➛ COLLECTION ONE

TAPE ONE ➛ smile for the video camera.

TAPE TWO ➛ kiss me through the screen. — premiering on Jan 18th at a theatre near you!

TAPE THREE ➛ our panasonic paradise.

TAPE FOUR ➛ pink diamond in the dark.

TAPE FIVE ➛ 3, 2, 1… and we’re live.

TAPE SIX ➛ my own michelangelo.

TAPE SEVEN ➛ collection finale.

COLLECTION TWO

undecided.

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#♡⃗ : rosie writes.#♡⃗ : harvard hottie.#harvard hottie × black!reader #harvard hottie × woc!reader #harvard hottie × fem!reader #harvard hottie smut #harvard hottie fluff #chris evans smut

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matchamorphosis · 3 years

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𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || the louvre by lorde .

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

pink moons resemble your dreamboy’s cheeks.

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

drinking and spilling, drinking and spilling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you’re his friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the excuse? loneliness.

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

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

a maneater of innocent hearts.

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

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

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

you want more.

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

no no, that just won’t do.

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

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

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

dreamboy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it’s music to your ears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I would love that for us,”

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

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

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𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 || 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚 || 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ━━ a walk through the city to your apartment leads to a carton of icecream being shared in the comfort of your kitchen. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━ hayden (harvard hottie) × [black//woc]fem!reader 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ━━ 18+ hints to nsfw themes, hayden is having an existential crisis, anxiety + stress mention, some kissing, pet names: “Romeo and Juliet”, hayden and reader are hopelessly in love with each other, sexy times not described but still present :p

Her crescent moon smile, it bewitches and twinkles beneath the milky twilight.

It persuades the bright lights of New York City to dim in envy, knowing they can’t face the competition as the darkening hour presents itself. Nothing topped the magnetic attraction you radiated, and nothing topped the feeling of Hayden knowing you were his girl.

“What’s the mood for tonight, Romeo? Raspberry Swirl Cheesecake or chunky Cookie Dough?”

Again, the aspiring law student hears this, and he thinks ‘they both sound good, but you know i’ll choose Cookie Dough over anything.’ although he doesn’t seem to know that you can’t read his thoughts.

“Um I dunno, we could have um- cookie dough sounds nice.” Hayden mutters, taking your hand in his so he doesn’t loose you within the growing crowd.

“Cookie Dough it is then.” you grin, secretly hoping he’d say that but your smile doesn’t spread once you notice the tenseness, the drowsiness that soaks him.

Taking a sip from his Americana, his cold one that he doesn’t understand why he’s still holding onto, his mind somehow reverts its attention back to the stresses he thought he’d forgotten an hour ago.

Bitter coats of black coffee lace Hayden’s tongue, you take the coffee cup from his grasps and take a sip from it. Humming at the bitterness, the hints of hazelnut subtle enough for you to take another sip.

“Yum, cold stale coffee. I hope you haven’t been drinking this all day baby.” your remark not overtly concerned but still bearing the protectiveness that Hayden both appreciated and hated.

A droplet of black coffee imprinting at the plumpness of your bottom lip. Hypnotizing the blond as he tries to keep up with your quick feet through the labyrinth that is Fifth Avenue.

The coffee cup in your grasps, you look over your shoulder thoughtlessly. It makes lovesick Hayden taste the black coffee again, makes him swim about it in the simple way your irises entrance the beat of his heart.

Although you think the very same about him, you see everything in him.

He’s so lively, like the night that soaks the cities boulevard of street lamps dripping in their golden dewdrop light.

He’s so enriching, like the street pavement underneath your feet whilst the eyes trace in the clarification in the bronzes and coppers of street lamps.

He’s so vivacious, like the splashing sea in his simple white paper cup that crashes in charcoal waves against the plastic lid.

It seems you’ve willingly walked over the edge and are spiraling down the rabbit hole of complete admiration. Making your body burst in little energy splurges that Hayden struggles to keep up with although it keeps him conscious as a candlestick.

Keeping his mind away from the flaming anxiety, carelessly unaware that it drips in stress— that your wonder boy is dripping in wax.

“Hayden?” the mention of his name doesn’t grab his attention, those caffeine soaked irises and his mind seem to be in another galaxy as he takes his phone out of his pocket.

“Baby?” you speak up and he almost trips on a mossy crack in the concrete, reading the words on the screen that do little to ease him.

“Yeah?” his eyes tears away from his cellphone, there you notice the slight dark bags underneath his blue hues.

He needs to get some sleep, you think. When was the last time he had a full days rest? Had a moment to not worry about LSATs, Law School or his demanding father? Not current enough, to your dissatisfaction.

“I want to make tonight special for you. you’ve been working nonstop for the past few weeks and- I really want you to have one night were you aren’t worry-” you’re cut off with his tired sigh.

“y/n, baby, I would love that. I really would, but I have a full schedule tomorrow to meet up with my advisor and I have to refresh on-”

“And that is all for tomorrow. Tonight is about you.” you interrupt, giving him a smile as you drink again from his coffee as Hayden attempts and fails to steal it back.

“Besides-” you continue, stopping Hayden in his tracks as you stand at the tips of your toes. Warm lips brushing against his ear while your hand traces the ropes of muscle that rope up and down his forearms.

“I have a special treat for the both of us once we’re done with our icecream.” you lick the space of skin beneath his ear before grabbing his hands. The beat of heart pacing now as a crooked smile graces his now cherry face.

“I guess I can’t disagree with you now then,” Hayden stammers, his own hand gliding down to wrap his arm around your waist.

“Nope, you absolutely cannot or i’ll leave you without my touch and you know how well I am with my hands.” smirking, gifting his hand a tender squeeze before your fingers trace his thigh and cup his dick.

Hayden chokes on his spit, heat flushing his face as his eyes look around to hopefully see that nobody noticed. Although all his attention catches is your laughter and your hand pulling him to your side suddenly.

Turning the corner, you and Hayden race across the road pavement of the bustling city. Igniting an adolescent-like rush as you seek out the reason why you both are so lovelorn for each other.

A galaxy of headlights shining like lively stars of white, yellow and orange. Gifting Hayden the taste of liveliness again as he takes your hand in his, the wind moving through your hair as the cars honk behind you two.

However, giving an opportunity for that dark, enriching and vivacious coffee sea to break free from it’s paper cup cage. Creating sticky black puddles to splattered over the faultless canvas that is suddenly Hayden’s blue polo as your feet hit the pavement.

“Oh Romeo, my dear Romeo. You are not having a good day today are you?” you cannot contain your laughter even if it’s not the best at the time.

Hayden throws you a tamed glare and an irritated eye roll, although he still doesn’t let go of your hand. The powdered blue is stained like his milk white teeth, possessing a yellow tint from drinking it continuously.

One thing you know about your wonder boy is that he religiously partakes in his caffeine consumption when the sun rises in the shape of a lemon slice to bruising as a pink peach as it sets.

Some remains of the coffee stick like honey on his hands, irritation sparks but so does exhaustion from the endless hours of studying in the small coffee-shop across Central Park.

Bundles of civilians pass you both, possessing faces different the next yet bearing their own colorfully unique auras. Filling the sidewalk atmosphere with chatter and soles of shoes against the pavement.

Like muscle memory, his fingers twine through the delicate petals of pink and purple azalea bushes as the grip weaved within yours tightens a slight. The symphony of the theater close by can be heard softly as well as the applauding encore afterwards.

The incoming taxi cabs rushing past blare the music in the radio, and the sweet and savory smells of the near asian cuisine restaurants fill Hayden’s senses of sight, sound, and smell — It’s comforting.

Manhattan, Hayden’s city — which he considers to be his only home, layers in so many simple complexities. Although they all go along sourly with the obnoxious buzzing of his cellphone in his back pocket— and still, Hayden ignores it just like the other missed calls from his pressing father.

He’ll stop calling me sometime tonight, Hayden reasons. Remembering the very familiar path of flower plants in the simple columns along the white stone sidewalks.

“You want me to kiss your bad, terrible, no good day better?” whether it was another tease or you were really being serious, Hayden steals a swift yet tranquil kiss.

Coming to no surprise to him that the tension so thick in his head and chest clears away just a bit. Similar to sunlight peeking through the retreating storm clouds of a foggy afternoon, spotting a bit of blue sky behind the gray canvas.

“There, i’m all better— On the other hand...” Hayden pauses as he pretends to figure out what else to say, either way it’s making your attention quirk in curiosity.

“I really think I need something stronger. A peck just won’t cover me. I mean I’ve been studying all day without any kisses from you and I spilt coffee on my favorite shirt. There has to be something else you could give me to make my day better, don’t you think so Juliet?” he whispers in your ear as his large hands cup your hips.

“Come back with a note from your doctor Romeo. Otherwise, this pharmacy is closed.” you playfully roll your eyes, smiling at the fake blow Hayden emphasis although not minding the tight squeeze he gives to your ass.

“You really know how to break my heart into two don’t you baby? Do I have to beg you to kiss it better this time?” he smirks in your ear, catching the familiar silver pool of the the lobby of your apartment a few feet away.

“Oh please, the only way you get anything from me is begging wonder boy—” you pause, looking up at him with a smile Hayden can recognize only as pure mischief. “— i’m not expecting anything less when you get this whiny and needy.” smirking with a quick tug at his belt, seeing the tent in his pants become very noticeable.

It makes Hayden pout, a genuine pout that makes you foo as you pinch his cheek. “I’m not being needy and whiny. I’m just tired- and I just need a little—” Hayden stammers, trying to soothe the sudden lust swimming through his body.

“You’re going through the stage of denial Romeo. Don’t you worry, Juliet is here to make sure you get fucked really good.” you smirk whilst guiding Hayden who is bearing a blush three shades deeper than before? into the lobby of your building.

“Before or after our icecream?” he plays along, his fingers playing with the charms of your bracelet.

Even in the moment where other people join the elevator, instinctively giving space between each other, you still feel his gaze weighting upon you after flittering his eyes somewhere else.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” you whisper, and with the ding of the elevator reaching your floor, you and Hayden step off.

Excusing yourselves and exchanging good byes to the people you know, you both stepped out of the elevator and slowly walk a respective distance from each other down the hallway.

However, when the moment the elevator door closed, did you burst in a fit of giggles and playful scream as Hayden wrapped you up in his arms suddenly.

The pace of giggles and messy kisses to your apartment not conservative whatsoever to anyone of your elderly and rather nosy neighbors but you two did bring a sense of youthful liveliness.

You yourself practically radiating all the romantic temptation you’re currently yearning for as Hayden wraps his thick arms around your waist.

“Can we skip the icecream?” Hayden whispers in your ear, his fingers playing again with the charms of your bracelet before they glide underneath the cloth of your halter top.

“And mess up our tradition? We always eat a carton of icecream together on Tuesdays.” you whine, bitting your glossy bottom lip a bit at the drag of his fingers underneath the waistline of your maxi skirt.

Thrumming his fingers along the exposed skin of your belly in patience as you try to find the key to your apartment on your keychain that bares more shiny trinkets than keys. Wet kisses being gifted to you on your jaw and neck, “There’s nothing wrong with changing things up. It’s normal, and besides lots of good things happen on Tuesdays besides icecream.”

He smirks into your shoulder once you finally open your apartment, settling your things as you lock the door behind you.

Hayden watches your figure, parting from your shoes and ruffling your hair before making your way to the kitchen. The blond follows right behind you as you open the freezer. “That is totally not so, icecream is the best thing we do together on Tuesdays.”

“Is it though?” Hayden presses, a shit eating grin crossing his boyish features that almost makes your inside flutter. “I remember our Tuesday traditions differently.” he drawls as he watch’s you take out the ice cream carton of chunky cookie dough.

Although Hayden contemplates his own plans for tonight that don’t involve the sweet you’re digging into with a silver spoon. “Okay and what are you referring to? The icecream or the lap dances?” you press as you lean over the island, not breaking the contact you both know will lead to noisy but stress relieving sex.

“C’mon baby you always give me the best lap dance!” Hayden laughs as his fingers play with the curly locks of hair that lay on the soft rich skin of your exposed back.

“I’m not saying we forget about our carton of Cookie Dough but I am saying that maybe it’s perfectly alright to shake up our tradition.” his knuckles tracings the outlines of your back before his hands take their place on their hips, rubbing them to feel the delicious curve in his grasps.

Sucking on your skin, his teeth grazing the delicate spot above your paving jugular. “What do you say Juliet?” his tone so light and airy, leaving room for you to answer but all he receives are whimpers when his hands massage the plumpness of your ass.

A pair of warm, coffee drunk lips graze the sensitive skin of your neck just right as he closes the freezer door. Intending on making this shift in tradition worth it for you, Hayden intends on making you feel worthy of every chance he makes.

you’re deserving and worthy of every one.

You find comfort in the scent of roasted coffee beans etched on his skin from sitting in the coffee shop for hours, you spoon a good enough chunk of cookie dough and vanilla into Hayden’s mouth.

The both of you are wrapped up within each other, a carton of icecream in between you both as you scoop from it every other minute. The flow of the city scape present in your window as you both watch another round of Legally Blonde.

Despite Hayden saying it isn’t realistic and whispering insult after insult under his breath whenever Warner appears on screen, you know he enjoys it just as much as you when he laughs at the jokes.

“I cannot believe the universe blessed us with this much cookie dough in one carton.” you whispered and Hayden laughs at that.

The soothing sound pairing better with his rosy fingers creeping up underneath your baggy sleeping shirt— well, it’s technically his since he keeps a few clothes at your place.

“I think the universe knew we both needed a break. Glad she’s being considerate.” he smiles as his eyes travel back to the tv, watching Elle Woods arriving to the the supposed costume party and witnessing her heart being once again broken at the hands of Warner Huntington in her playboy bunny outfit.

“What a pretentious little ass-prick.” he scoffs at the screen, you quirk your brow at him as you take another scoop of icecream.

“Ass-prick?” you giggle and Hayden rolls his eyes, a smile pulling at his lips when you laugh at the new found insult. “What is that a bridge word between asshole and dickhead that also alludes to a dildo?” you series of laughs make Hayden raise to his own defense.

“Well, yeah I guess! There’s so much I wanna say but people like this ass-prick really leave you looking for new words to describe how much an ass-prick they are. Trust me, babe, I know. I met so many of ‘em at Harvard and i’m gonna have to encounter them again sooner or later.”

You laughter died down, noticing how much his mood has deflated now. Licking the creamy vanilla off your spoon as you suck down on a chocolate chip in thought, you continue looking his way. In a way that he knows that you’re asking for permission to ask what’s wrong.

Hayden takes another spoon of icecream, looking from the tv screen then at his phone that’s resting at the coffee table with your fashion magazines and panties. Then, slowly at you, who holds his hand as he rests his head against the couch cushion.

“I’m not even sure with myself if I want to go to Law School. I just considered it a top priority to please my dad. I mean when you’re only parental figure wants you to become a certain person you try your best to fit into that mold.”

You listen, after the pauses in his sentences, you know from experience that Hayden is not someone who likes to keep his feeling bottled up in front of you.

“I’ve been pleasing him since I was a kid and I still seeked out his approval when he was observing my every move when I was an undergrad.”

The dizziness and pressurizing sensation that appeared when he walked the busy streets and smooth sidewalks of Manhattan returns back in his chest slowly.

What benefit does he give himself in shoving them down, Hayden thinks. He’s been shoving and pushing and running away from his own goals just to chase something he might never receive.

It makes him overthink his own theories that clash with his fathers unwanted destiny: if to pursue Law or to not pursue Law.

The comfort that was the quiet living room playing Legally Blonde gets louder and louder; a distraction but a helpful one that helps Hayden grounds his senses to the present. Of who he wants to be and what he wants to be without his father gravitating his final thought.

Then he realizes, that no matter where he’ll be, it’s just another step in his path to finding his purpose.

what’s the rush? what’s the consequence of being so uncertain about the meaning of your existence?

should there be a rush? should he be worrying his mind off until he can’t sleep and find a thought of clarity?

It doesn’t seem so once he promises himself he’ll call his father on his decision. It’s turning into mist once you show him all the practice tests you’ve graded with those high marks. It’s completely disappeared once you kissed him, telling him he’ll be alright.

Those cupid bows always found a home when they molded against his mouth. A confectionary sensibility a-raising when you would taste the coffee of his tongue and he the strawberry lipgloss smoothed sweetly on your lips.

It’s a sort of kiss that has the power to cease all the anxieties building up in his chest and your own fingers trace the vanilla icecream stains on his shirt till his heart beats underneath the skin of your fingers.

The kind of kiss that starts and ends so shortly, although designed to crave another taste all the same.

It leaves him intoxicated off you and from the sweetness from the chunk of cookie dough you dug up with his shiny spoon. All remains of that dizzy feeling are replaced with the warmth of your fingers through his hair, you always knew the right spots that made him turn into putty in your hands.

Hayden promises himself he won’t ever be your Warner.

There is nothing better and no one more significant that he could substitute you for in his life. The growing sensation of dependence clouds his heart, a dangerous feeling considering how you both haven’t ever spoken about the status of whatever this confusing intimacy is.

Hayden hasn’t once heard you call him his boyfriend; he hasn’t once called you his girlfriend. All the twinkles that added happiness to this cluster of complex constellations of your relationship must have a meaning even when you both aren’t certain where you align.

is there meaning?

That thought breaks to a stop once he feels your head on his shoulder, eyes drowsy and glossed with sleepiness. Those shiny curls of yours framing the dewiness of your face in their divine disarrayed way, your fingers reaching to interlock with his.

And he can’t help but squeeze back, and he can’t help by pull you closer to his side.

maybe there is.

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onsunnyside · 3 years

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❝ 𝑊𝑂𝐶!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟/𝑃𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑖𝑧𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡❞

☀︎︎ 𝐒𝐎𝐋 - ◉ 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍

Honourable author mentions below! *New fics added! - #Galore Update*

Organized by person/character.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Chris Evans:

@afriendlyblackhottie - [masterlist] - black!reader fics

@crackheadgeminibby - mother’s day - black!reader

@fineanddandy - Can I Come Over? - black!reader, secret relationship

@geniedetails — The Way He Sees You - black woman!actress!reader x dark!chris evans

@pastelastronomy24 - Noted - college!chris evans x POC! plus size!reader

@punani - the fluffer (masterlist) - 70′s pornstar!chris evans x black!reader

@xxindiglow - Superstar - plus size!black reader

Steve Rogers:

@buckysbruni - dreams, piercings & other pleasures - special agent!steve rogers x black!reader

@donutloverxo - Corrupting a good boy - steve rogers x desi!reader

@fineanddandy -

Sore Loser - nomad!steve x black!superhero!reader

Waves Series - neighbours, nomad!steve x black!reader x thor

@honeydulcewrites - Guys My Age - landscaper!steve, steve rogers x black!reader

@ilovefandoms102 - Going to Bed - nomad!steve x plus size!reader

@jamalflanagan - Cap vs the Grey Sweats

@jimblejamblewriting - Falling For The Captain - black/woc!reader, alternative universe!reader, avenger!reader

Ransom Drysdale:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Powerpuff - plus size!reader

@astrohnova - Are you filming this? - latina!camgirl!reader

@strawbeariefaerie - strawberry shortcake - model!ransom drysdale × black/woc! actress!reader

Ari Levinson:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Fallen - black!reader

@fineanddandy -

[Let’s Be Roomies] [Baby Girl…] - black!reader, roommates

Pesky Neighbor - rocker!ari

@avintagekiss24 - polar - black!reader

Frank Adler:

@afriendlyblackhottie -

Crush

In Like

Tease - Car Mechanic!Frank

@avintagekiss24 - Appearances

Curtis Everett:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Safe and Sound - black!reader

Johnny Storm:

@blackmissfrizzle - Lovers and Friends - friends to lovers

"Me":

@fineanddandy - [Back Rooms] [Fifteen Minutes] - punk!Me x black!reader

Jake Wyler:

@strawbeariefaerie - button eyed. - other!jake wyler x black//woc reader, caroline crossover

Harvard Hottie (Hayden):

@evansweaters - bookends. - black!reader, college au, fluff

@strawbeariefaerie - museum melodrama - black//woc fem!reader, fluff

Bucky Barnes:

@avintagekiss24 - belated - mob au, black!reader

@wkemeup - The Bad Days - plus size!reader

Crossovers:

@avintagekiss24 -

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc!reader, ransom x bi!woc!reader

@strawbeariefaerie - As if! - dad's best friend!ari levinson x reader, ft. boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

ও Honourable Author Mentions:

For WOC!Reader and plus size!reader fics — I recommend checking out these authors:

@afriendlyblackhottie - masterlist

@avintagekiss24 - masterlist

@strawbeariefaerie - masterlist

@honeydulcewrites - masterlist

@jimblejamblewriting - masterlist

@punani - masterlist

#woc!reader #plus size!reader #woc!reader fic rec #plus size!reader fic rec #fic rec #fic reccomendations #fic recs #author rec #poc!reader #poc!reader fic rec #fic recommendations #poc!reader masterpost #poc!reader masterlist #woc!reader masterlist #woc!reader masterpost

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onsunnyside · 3 years

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𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀 & 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 ➺ 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙀𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙘. 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨

Characters: “Me" - Jake Wyler - Harvard Hottie (Hayden) - Bryce Langley - Mike Weiss

╭ Read the warnings. Some are dark/have dark elements, contain A/B/O, contain explicit sexual content etc. ╯

✎ = New fics added! - #Galore Update

✧˖*°࿐

"Me" - Playing It Cool:

@fineanddandy -

I Think…I Might…

[Back Rooms] [Fifteen Minutes] - punk!Me x black!reader

Jake Wyler - Not Another Teen Movie:

@mypoisonedvine -

dumbification kink with jake wyler

[peaches & cream] [continuation] - soft!dark!jake

@starryevermore - forbidden fruit - stepdad!jake

@strawbeariefaerie - button eyed. - other!jake wyler x black//woc reader, caroline crossover

Harvard Hottie (Hayden) - The Nanny Diaries:

@evansweaters - bookends. - black!reader, college au, fluff

@rodrikstark - gentlemen of harvard

@strawbeariefaerie - museum melodrama - black//woc fem!reader, fluff

Bryce Langley - Fierce People:

Paul Diskant - Street Kings:

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork - First Day

Mike Weiss - Puncture:

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matchamorphosis · 3 years

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𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐅

𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 || 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 || 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ━━ another moonlight night for another lovesick date. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━ hayden (harvard hottie) × [black//woc]fem!reader 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ━━ 18+ nsfw themes, cheesy dialogue, corny poetry, a typical art gallery date but with spice, tiny text everything

A shadowed wall of the snug alcove just a few feet away from the art gallery is now a safe haven for Hayden.

To do whatever that’s been on his mind, to say all the things that've been on his mind. Although it seems difficult now as he finally gets a taste of your cupid-bow lips, he feels your bodies alluring warmth press more against his.

and here comes a feeling that you thought you’d forgotten...

A sturdy thigh in between yours which purpose is for your cunt to grind on. Although, you don’t give yourself nor him that satisfaction of him knowing he’s completely won your heart and body over.

Pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth, to keep your sweet sounds to yourself and to keep him from slipping his tongue with yours — and of course he takes over in his simple reign.

he always does.

Maybe you’re weak for letting him take over but you’d rather be weak in his arms. With his head in the crook of your neck and his hands taking in each dip and curve of your body.

It’s the safest you feel when you’re putty in his arms and the closest you feel to any real heaven. where the hummingbirds kept away in the depths of your sanguine heart — reveal their feather sharp wings.

This “friend” for an angel, this divine angel takes his chaste halo and slices his name onto your skin with each searing kiss. The sighs that flow from your mouth purely heaven borne, without the bitter tinge of heart ache—

There is no ache left in your heart with Hayden here to make you feel more valuable and precious than any million dollar painting. However, there is only one ache that needs to be eased... and it’s the clandestine jewel between your legs.

Your dreamboy knows how to soothe it. He knows how to make you feel the moon eclipsing in your bones, makes you feel like the sun is rising in your veins.

for you, only for you.

Even now, when it’s hidden away under the twilight blanket of twinkling stars and the moon’s shining it’s silvery gloss — he’ll harness the sun and gift it for you.

It’s impossible, but maybe if you weren’t so love drunk off his wet kisses you wouldn’t believe such a thing. Hayden doesn’t possess that power but there are so many things you believe about him that don’t need any rational explanation.

If we speak up about the whispers of blasphemy, it’s in which you both bare you’re own mythological theories about each other — but that in itself is more then enough reason to be careful.

And dear Hayden is careful, so very careful.

Because he doesn’t want to ruin what’s already broken — but it’s his fault for falling in love, you try to play at your defense despite it falling flat — it’s also his fault for making you fall in love, no it is not.

Pacing heart trembles at this truth, you swore to the moon and stars you wouldn’t and now you have.

Why does it feel so unpredictable that he’s being so tender and delicate with you? Why does it feel so unpredictable that you’ve told him a shameful secret and he still loves you?

It’s enough to make you want to sing, to make you want to dance, to make you agree with the blasphemies that spill from his lips — he’s in love with you, he’s worshipping you, you, you.

Hayden’s makes you feel holy, his dewy eyes shining in porcelain moonlight and his hair the color of apricot sap on milky skin. Hayden makes you feel unholy, with his head between your breasts and his hands grasping what he claims is now his.

Hayden’s very own crescent moon as he bites and sucks his ripe pink lips onto your cleavage. The softness and form of his hands are perfect to cup your face as his honey dripping teeth graze against the baby soft skin of your neck. As those slender fingers tease the clasps of the designer corset, as they play with the waistband of your satin skirt.

It’s sudden when he lifts you up more against the wall, making you gasp when he stops sucking against your neck — to bite, hard that it hurts pleasants and sharp that it leaves his marks.

Bare legs wrap tighter around his waist while you moves down to nibble on your tits. Pulling this demon, this angel, this whatever he may be impossibly closer to you.

Because he may not be the prince you’re heart wished for but the absent crown that would be shining against his golden locks is replaced with your fingers. Tracing them in between your digits as his teeth grip the strings keeping the corset from unfolding.

Half lid eyes stare down at his, twinkling in their boyish charm and as much as you want him to continue the chances of somebody passing by this empty gallery are still high.

“Are you okay dove?” you don’t even recognize the deep depth of his voice although it’s raspy low tone does much to heat up your core as he rasps your tits.

“You seem a bit tense.” his large palms rub against the material that scratch against your hardening nipples.

“Is there anything I could help you with?” slim fingers slipping under the sweetheart neckline and to roll the peak buds, caressing the soft warm skin of your busts plumpness.

Burning rays of sun, shining from birthmarks and scars, break open the endless sky under your skin. Revealing the sparkling moon in Hayden’s eyes, you can’t move your lips to answer him. Oh, how you want to but there doesn’t seem to be any clever or snarky remarks for you to say.

The only thing left for you to say is sitting heavily on the tip of your tongue. A plead for him to take you. To take and devour your everything so he could make you feel again.

“C’mon dove, sing for me.” then he wraps his lips around your nipple and you might cry, “I wanna hear you tell me what you want from me,” flicking his tongue the over the bud until he moves to bring the same attention to the other.

“I needa know you want me- like I want you,” a broken sob or moan - whatever it maybe that breaks from you on the account of his words fills your heart. So similar to a flask of moonshine - like a jar of honey so sweet and thick.

Their merciless torment even more inflicting than the feel of his lips, teeth and tongue on your breasts. By that it’s put on pause when he glances up at you since he doesn’t feel your gaze anymore.

Hayden’s right, since you stare at the dark abyss of the high windows revealing the moon. Twinning flowers from moonlight down upon you, you’re conflicted on how you should answer back without sounding desperate. Without sounding that if he leaves you this wrecked by him by this heavenly treatment you’ll fall to pieces.

tears begin to sprout and you aren’t sure why.

Maybe because he’s teasing you to tears and you don’t deserve this moment of pleasure or because you really don’t know how to respond without seeming like he possesses your everything.

You didn’t sign up for this when you agreed on this little date but you suppose that with the shake of hesitancy in Hayden’s hands you aren’t the only one feeling this way. The movements of his lips have slowed, becoming uncertain on what exactly you both are and what you both are feeling.

There’s only one affirmation clear that stands solidly between both your love drunk bodies — he doesn’t want to hurt you, you don’t want to hurt him.

So with that you finally manage to speak the three words you both have been yearning to be spoken.

“I need you.”

Everything seems to hit resume when he rises to press your mouth to his. Those lashes that usually rest on his cheek bone now flutter against yours and he kisses you like you’re a vision that graced his eyelids.

Making you feel like Aphrodite herself — like you’re the holiest thing in this museum of ancient art and sculptures.

Hayden seems to enjoy it, biting your bottom lip lightly whilst taking a handful of your tit reckoning another moan spilling in his mouth. Wrapping your arms around him to bring him closer to you, and he seems to find a resolution by pushing the loosen corset down.

Those devious fingers of his other hand slip under the waist band of your skirt, trailing a path of sparks against the soft skin under your belly button. Playing with the subtle wet lace that covers your soaked clit.

Hayden knows and you fear — that with just another stroke of his thumb, maybe even a graze of his knuckles sliding against your clothed core — you’ll pour your spent onto his hand like a glass of spilt milk.

Warm and slick just like he’s imagined before on hot nights with his hand around his cock. Fantasized about it constantly when you two held hands under the golden lightening of hanged paintings long moments ago in the early night.

An absolute addict Hayden is of you, even when he still hasn’t even tasted you. with all the strength in him to pull himself through this hungry kiss he wants — he fucking needs to lap you up until all he can ever taste is you on his tongue.

That ditzy reverie has his cock becoming too strained in his jeans, makes his head swirl with thoughts of your naked glory sprawled on his bed sheets. Fucking hell he needs it, makes it crystal clear as he’s rubbing his throbbing erection against your soaked clothed core.

Leaving you both hissing at the contact, his hands flesh against your waist as your hands grasp his biceps. Pulling his lips away, they hover over yours as he presses his temple against yours.

Manicured fingers in the blond of his hair — soaking in your honeypot gaze dripping in need and yearn, reflecting off his steel blue eagerness that amplifies with the thump in his ribcage, Hayden’s words him against yours :

“Let me take you home?”

Those blue irises don’t leave yours, not even when it takes less than a second for him to blink they timidly search for an answer. Gliding your fingers from his hair, you place them to hold his jaw.

A single thumb rubbing soothing crickets to calm Hayden’s anxious heart, your small actions always put him at ease. Although, the real magic is when you smile at him and pull your mouth to his for a kiss.

It feels like an offering when he hums in your mouth and it tastes like a gift when your tongue graces the cherry chapstick on his bottom lip.

“Take me home.”

#brattycherubwrites #𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 🥂💌#chris evans × reader #harvard hottie × reader #harvard hottie drabble #MY CONCEPTS #♡ hayden (harvard hottie) ♡

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