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All I Wanted

chapter 02 "remember to slow down" master list previous chapter ‣ ‣ ‣ next chapter word count 5.3k (fuck) ☆ cursing ♡ smut dress inspo bc im a visual person

The days that followed that night were a delicate dance, or like stepping on eggshells. There was an unspoken tension between you and Jake that hadn’t been there before, at least not ever that you two would acknowledge. It was like that one drunken night back in college, when Jake had come by for a visit when he could manage to slip away from flight school and a night on the town turned into barely making it back to your small student apartment. You two never spoke about that night. Ever.

And now, there was a second night you two wouldn’t ever speak of. When he finally became aware of your guilt.

So what do two people do when there’s tension they can’t address? Ignore it, and throw themselves into “busy” routines. Jake had a routine where he went for a run every morning at 7AM, which left you alone to shower and leisurely wake up at your own pace. By the time he’d return by 8:30 on the dot, you’d have breakfast ready for him when he finished his shower. You weren’t sure if he ever noticed the way your gaze lingered on the beads of sweat that would slip down between his abs.

If he did, he never said anything about it. But.. Jake did notice it, how couldn’t he? He was watching you like a hawk, knowing better than anyone else the turmoil in your mind. You were an overthinker, and even though he had begged you to stop fighting this, stop fighting him, you were too damn stubborn to listen.

Just like he had caught you admiring him, Jake admired you. When he’d get back from his runs and could tell you had showered because your hair still was damp, he would spend the next several hours watching as it dried. He’d be able to see the way your skin glowed from whatever lotion you had used afterwards, and he could smell it from even the farthest side of the room.

And despite the busy routines, there were moments that betrayed the cracks in the facade. When there were moments of laughter, they were quickly followed by silence that suffocated the room. Or the times where Jake goes to pass you in the kitchen and his hand sweeps along your waist as he brushes past, there’s an unspoken weight to it. There were even a few times where you’d start to say something and catch yourself, deciding it best to leave it be. Jake did it too. You both noticed it.

Putting aside whatever was brewing in that house between you two, the facade had to go on.

Invited to your parents 30th wedding anniversary, Jake and you had to buckle up for a night of normalcy, or whatever you two deemed normal at this point. At this point, lying to your family and friends had become the easiest part of this marriage!

Figures.

Your parents weren’t shy when it came to throwing around money, which sounds confusing considering you had been drowning in medical bills and credit card debt before your knight in shining fighter jet came to your rescue. Their money was theirs, they paid for your college education which not a lot of people can say they got the same luxury, but beyond that you had to make it on your own. You were fine with that, it’s what you always expected.

To be fair to them.. You didn’t tell them you were sick. Maybe if they had known, they would’ve helped, but you never wanted to know for sure. You had been dead set you could handle it yourself and Jake was the only one who could see that while, yes, you could.. You’d never be happy or you again without some kind of shoulder to lean on.

You mentioned money because the sheer cost of renting out Meanwhile Brewing, a craft brewery and taproom in south Austin, was a number you couldn’t comprehend. It put into perspective how deep their pockets were to have been able to rent out a place of this magnitude, including bottomless drinks. 

When Jake and you arrived, he had insisted on helping you out of the truck, feigning it was due to your attire, but really he wanted a chance to hold you even for a moment. From the second he saw you walk out of the closet the two of you shared, he was taken back.

Satin warm toned silver, thinly strapped, hugging the best of your curves and valleys and falling just to the mid of your calf, not to mention the slit on the side that came to the midpoint of your thigh. And don’t even get him started on the way the neckline draped elegantly just over the crest of your breasts.

It was going to be a long fucking night, and Jake needed to help you out of the truck. It was a desperate attempt to get his hands on you that worked perfectly in his favor. As soon as he had your feet firm on the ground, Jake let out a low whistle of appreciation.

“Remind me to thank your mother for picking this number out for you,” Jake said before letting his grip on your waist go (reluctantly). The way your face scrunched up and you hit his arm made him grin.

“Shut up,” you mumbled and adjusted the fabric. Fuck.. Was he wishing he was satin fabric right now?.. Yes. “You don’t mean that.”

“Can’t a man compliment his wife?” Jake asked as you linked your arm with his and started to walk through the parking lot towards the back of the property, where already music was blaring and chatter was being made. “Or at least compliment her mom?”

“Oh I’m sure my mom would love some compliments from you,” you encouraged him as you two made it to the epicenter of the gathering. There were groups scattered over the grounds, and you were.. Kind of amazed your parents had this many friends. “I’m not even the tiniest bit surprised she got your measurements down to the smallest millimeter.”

“Don’t remind me,” Jake said as he readjusted his sports coat. It was a nice cream that complimented your dress. And your mother got his whole look tailored just perfectly. “Drink?”

“Gonna need it,” you admitted and he laughed, low and close to your temple as he pressed a kiss to the top of your heads.

“Coming right up,” Jake said before taking his arm from yours and disappearing towards the taproom. You looked around the party in search of your parents.. There was no way you wouldn’t be able to pick them out from this crowd-

The sound of obscene laughter and cute snorts filled the air and immediately you were drawn to it. It was an all too familiar sound you grew up with and used to agonize over when you feared judgment from your friends. Now, it was easy to find them in this large expanse of night sky and warm bulbs lights strung around the buildings.

Just as you neared your father spotted you and his expression softened. 

“There’s my girl,” he said and went to wrap his around around your shoulder, which you returned by encasing his side. Your mother was mid sip of a drink when she hummed. 

“You came!” She exclaimed and you laughed slightly. 

“Jake and I wouldn’t miss this,” you reassured her. 

“Where is that handsome sailor anyway?” She asked looking around. You had to bite back a laugh. The fact your mother was this sprung out so early in the evening would ensure some fun. 

At Jake’s expense. 

“He’s just getting some drinks for us,” you explained and your father was quick to take hold of his other half, already knowing where this was headed. 

“Let’s get some water in you sweetheart,” he said and you could see the care in his gaze. He led her away towards one of the buildings and disappeared from your view. 

It was touching, it was.. what you had always wanted. To be looked at like that. 

“Is that you, (L/N)?”

Forced from your thoughts, you turned to the new intrusion and faltered slightly. 

“Ben?” You asked with a slight smile. 

Ben was your high school sweetheart, the guy you had the second most first with (second to Jake of course). While Jake had been the hot star football player, Ben was the hot marching band drum major. Two total opposites. Jake was walking charm, Ben had kept that charm for the right people who knew him best. The only things they had in common were.. well that they were hot. 

And Ben still was. While Jake was ashy blonde and green eyes, Ben was black hair and deep brown eyes that screamed warmth. You hadn’t seen him since you two broke up during sophomore year of college. Just before Jake visited actually. 

Ben’s eyes danced over you and you felt something flicker through your mind. They were eyes that had seen you before, but it had been so long that he needed a reminder. 

You saw the way his gaze lingered on your hand. You knew what he was going to ask when he met your gaze once more. 

“Married?” He asked and you nodded. 

“I am,” you admitted. Ben shook his head a bit, though you knew he wasn’t being serious. “You?”

“No,” he said quickly before clearing his throat. “Nearly, but no.”

“I’m sorry,” you offered and he shrugged. 

“Nothin’ to apologize for. Just wasn’t meant to be,” Ben said and glanced you over one more time. “Do I even need to ask who the lucky guy is?”

Your brows furrowed slightly at his question. “I don’t know.. do you?”

Ben laughed and you found yourself reliving the past. What was it with all the memories recently. 

“My money’s on anyone but Seresin,” Ben joked but when your expression didn’t change, but his did - into a frown. “Shit. Seresin?”

“Yeah,” you said and Ben shook his head. “Seresin.”

“Huh,” Ben said and you found yourself.. on edge. Speaking of, where was Jake anyways? “That.. surprises me. I guess I should’ve known when I saw him-“

“You saw him?” You asked and he nodded. 

“Yeah in the taproom-“

“Sorry,” you barely excused yourself and headed in that direction. You managed to get through the turf grass to the taproom and stepped inside. 

Just as littered with people as the outdoors, you scanned your eyes over the different faces and figures mingling. That was until you found him, talking to a blonde who was too close for your comfort. 

Never once did you seriously consider this. You told yourself you’d rather not know what Jake did while deployed, or who he did. It wasn’t your business, not really. This wasn’t real!

So why did it hurt so much to see him let a woman stand that close, let her hand linger on him, let her look at him like she was? Like she wanted to steal him away and fuck him in the back of the truck he drove you two here in?

Too engrossed in the blonde and her figure, to your perspective, he didn’t notice you. You slipped back outside and the nearest drink you could manage to get in your hand was quickly down your throat and then came another. As you held this one though, your hand trembled slightly. 

Retreating outside felt like a necessary escape, that same unsettled feeling of guilt settled in. You didn’t have a right to be upset. Jake wasn’t yours, not really. He could’ve been fucking other women for the last year and it wasn’t your business if that was the case. 

Lost in your thoughts, a hand to your back startled you and you looked up to meet that all too familiar gaze. 

“Woah- you ok, sunshine?” Jake asked and you bobbed your head in a nod. He eyed the drink in your hand, then down to the two he was holding onto. 

“How’d you get that?” He asked and you shrugged. 

“Taproom.”

You could see his hesitation, that raised brow and quick glance over of your stance. Defensive. 

Shit. Jake wasn’t stupid. You must have come looking for him and saw him chatting to the complete stranger who had approached him. 

If things weren’t already tense enough, it’d be worse now. Jake didn’t want to fold completely though. 

“Is that so?” Jake asked in a measured tone.

You saw? 

"Yup," you replied, maintaining a façade of nonchalance.

You saw. You saw him with someone else, and even though the rational part of your mind knew you had no right to feel upset, the emotional turmoil bubbled beneath the surface.

Jake’s jaw was uncharacteristically tightened as he could only nod and let out a small grunt. When you did finish the drink in your hand, you took the one he had gotten you that now became your third drink of the evening.

Unfortunately, for you, Jake didn’t leave your side for the rest of the night. Drink after drink, he was forced to watch you get sloshed, trying to mingle with your parents and keep you in check. He wouldn't classify you as a messy drunk, but at this moment you sure as hell were teetering on the line. You could barely hold a glass without a tremble in your hand.

What Jake didn’t know was the tremble wasn’t from your inebriation.

“Maybe we should slow down a bit,” he tried to tell you around 10 o’clock. He had hoped your parents were going to be wrapping up this thing, but turns out old people like to party too. “You can barely catch your footing.”

“Maybe you should mind your business,” you said with a roll of your neck. “Hubby.”

Jake’s eyes narrowed at your tone. Those around the two glanced over with slight concern but more so annoyance. Again.. You were teetering on that fine line of becoming a pain in his ass tonight.

“(Y/N)-” he tried to grab your hand but you pulled away from him a few steps.

“I’m gonna go find someone who won’t lecture me.. Mmm.. Ben,” you said over your shoulder and Jake swore he saw God at that moment. A quick flash of him at least.

“Excuse me? Woah hey-” Jake said as he followed behind you as you walked along the perimeter of the turf grass, between the brewery and the taproom. He grabbed you by the arm and spun you back into him, careful to not be too forceful but luckily with a few drinks in ya, you were nimble. “Did you just say Ben? As in your ex Ben who played the clarinet?”

“Saxophone,” you corrected and Jake rolled his eyes. “Y’know he’s the only person to tell me he was surprised we got married?”

“That’s because he’s an idiot,” Jake tried to say and you turned to face him with a scowl.

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled and Jake scoffed.

“Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you,” he said as he leaned in with his ear and you pressed your finger into his chest.

“I bet you could hear that blonde,” you muttered and Jake hesitated.

“That’s what this is about?” He asked and you shook your head no, taking a few steps back but he was quick to match each one. “The chick in the taproom?”

“Oh so you can hear,” you laughed and Jake nearly growled. Whatever escaped his throat was heavy and irritated. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like it.

..Why?

“So you’re drunk and jealous, is that it?” Jake asked as he towered over you. “It was nothing.”

“I’m not drunk.. Or jealous,” you tried to argue but the way your eyes couldn’t focus and the knot in your stomach told you otherwise, so you cleared your throat. “She wanted you.”

“Sunshine, even your mom wants me.”

“Gross,” you said with a shake of your head, missing the way he grinned. “Please don’t ever say that again.”

“You started it,” Jake said and couldn’t help but laugh. But his laugh which normally was sweet to your ears only further annoyed you. His dumb laugh, dumb sandy hair, dumb perfect smile..

“Don’t laugh at me,” you mumbled.

“Then stop being ridiculous,” Jake argued. “I would never dream of pickin’ up someone at your parents' party, which I came to with you.. You think that low of me?”

You hated that he was talking with reason, making sense. But it didn’t ease that knot in your stomach that was screaming at you that he had liked the other woman’s attention.

“No,” you finally admitted. “Never.”

“So you’re not mad at me?” He pressed as he stepped closer, drawing your hands towards his chest and running his thumb over the back of your wrists.

Dumb smile, dumb eyes, dumb touch..

“No,” you whispered. “Never mad at my aviator.”

“That’s my girl,” he whispered and lifted your hands so he could place a quick kiss to your knuckles. While you felt a flush of warmth through your spine at his words, it was only then that Jake seemed to notice the true tremble in your hands and his grip tightened slightly. 

“I’ll text your dad and let him know we’re goin’ home,” Jake stated, more so than asked, you were mid-grumble when he shook his head. “How many times do I have to keep telling you to stop fightin’ me?”

“One more time,” you challenged and Jake felt his heart drop. He was sure you weren’t aware of what you were doing to him but jesus fuck was he starting to lose his cool.

“C’mere,” Jake practically growled. He dipped low to hook his arm with ease under your ass and lifted you up and onto a shoulder. With a yelp you clutched onto his back and scowled at nothing as Jake’s legs started back towards the parking lot.

“Put me down, Seresin,” you commanded weakly. Really, there was a tight knot in your lower belly. You felt him tighten his grip on your thighs.

“No can do, Seresin,” he countered and you huffed.

With ease, Jake was able to walk you to his truck, with you thrown over his shoulder. You gave up fighting and let him carry you limp to the truck. With ease, he opened the passenger door and set you in the seat and even buckled you in.

“I put you down,” he said with a shit eating grin and you rolled your head away from looking at him.

“Shut up,” you muttered and he laughed.

“Oh come on, ease up lightweight,” Jake chuckled as he closed your passenger door. With him having to walk around the truck to get into the driver seat, it allowed you time to stew a little bit.

Why was Jake so.. Jake? Y’know? Perfect. He could piss you off but then easily make you smile and laugh and be comfortable again. He just threw you over his shoulder to take you home - his home, your home. At the end of the day.. He was always there each night.

Maybe you were a little tipsy, because you don’t even remember the drive. The only thing that shook you from your thoughts was your door being pulled open and Jake undoing your belt and watching you with a raised brow.

“Do I need to throw you over my shoulder again?” Jake asked. You shook your head.

“Nope,” you declined, making sure the p popped in the air. Jake stepped aside and you slipped out the seat to the rocky ground, your bare feet meeting the dull rocks. Jake, in turn, grabbed your heels from the floor of the passenger side and followed you to the house, hand just at the small of your back to guide you up the steps.

Wordlessly you two went to your room and you were immediately letting your hair down from the clip that had held it up all night. Jake, as watchful as ever, took his sports coat off and tossed it onto the bench at the edge of the bed, and started to undo the buttons of his shirt.

“Unzip me?” You asked him and he was all too happy to do so. Jake stepped up behind you, one hand on your hip and the other finding the small zipper on your back and tugging it downwards

Fuckin’ hell. The more skin exposed to him, the more he realized there was no bra under this dress of sin. The fabric fell open as the zipper ended at your hips and he was reluctant to take his hand away. Very fucking reluctant.

“Thanks,” you said breathlessly and he had to watch as you disappeared into the bathroom, holding the dress up by your chest. Jake ran a hand over his face. His patience and control was paper thin. How was he going to.. Handle this? Handle you? The thought of how bare you were, how easily he could get his hands on you was making him get hotter by the second.

Cooling his thoughts, the bathroom door reopened and there you were once again in one of his shirts, and it fell high on your thighs (those soft merciless thighs). You crawled into bed and stared at him and he felt uncomfortable under your gaze.

“What?” Jake asked, hating how his tone sounded nervous. You didn’t notice.

“You called me a lightweight,” you said and Jake nodded.

“Because you are-”

“You wanna talk about lightweight?” You asked him and Jake scowled slightly. “You remember right?”

“C’mon don’t bring it up,” Jake whined, having undone his dress shirt and tossed it onto the bench as well.

“You got so fuckin’ hammered that night when my roommate turned you down,” you said before giggling. “And I mean.. it was brutal.”

“Yeah and you were a mighty piece of work that night too,” Jake reminded you and you groaned softly, covering your face with your hands. “Being a baby over your loser ex breaking up with you.”

“You didn’t seem to mind.”

It was a mumble but he heard you loud and clear. The night in question was never brought up, yet here you were.. being so fucking casual about it. 

“Maybe not,” Jake admitted.

Fall, Sophomore year at UT. October 12th. 

Reeling from your just two week fresh heartbreak thanks to Ben breaking up with you via text, you weren’t totally surprised when Jake showed up at your apartment after days of radio silence. Unexpected but so appreciative of his efforts, you had done your best to welcome him with open arms. 

And that led him right into your roommates arms. Or, atleast that’s what he wanted that night. He was immediately smitten with the walking sex that was your roommate, and for some reason.. that bothered you. 

She mentioned going to a party, he was all for it. And he fit right into the frat boy scene, getting to drink beer with the guys of the house and have women ogle at him all night long. Sure, he’d manage to catch you and here and there, but beyond that you were left to drink by yourself. 

“There you are,” your roommate managed to find you at some point in the night. You were a few beers in by then. “Where’s your army guy?”

“Navy,” you corrected but she didn’t react. “I dunno. Disappeared awhile ago.”

“He asked me out,” your roommate admitted and something in you dropped. Probably just the alcohol. “Don’t worry- I said no. I couldn’t do that to you.”

“It’s none of my business,” you mumbled and sipped the lukewarm beer. Disgusting. 

“Oh come on, you’re totally into him,” she said and nudged you. 

“We’re just friends. I mean I’ve known him for like.. six years?”

“So?” She asked with a raised brow. “He drove all the way here from San Diego.. For you. If that doesn’t scream he’s into you or desperately wants to fuck you then I don’t know what does.”

Her remark stayed with you through the rest of the night. Finally getting tired of the smell of the frat house and the increasingly intoxicated crowd, you pushed your way through to find Jake, who was just finishing wiping the floor with a group playing pool. 

“Hey,” you said over the music, placing a hand to his arm. Jake turned to face you and grinned. 

“There’s my sunshine,” he said as he threw his arm around your shoulder. “My favorite person.”

“You’re drunk,” you commented and he chuckled. 

“Doesn’t change nothin’,” Jake said and kissed the top of your head. “Still my favorite person.”

“Okay pilot, why don’t we head back?” You asked and after some persuasion he agreed. 

Getting Jake back to your place was a challenge in and of itself. He was chatty with anyone who walked past, it seemed like he was really laying into you as you walked through the campus, and he was just a handful. Jake never got like this.. But this trip so far was a lot of firsts. 

When you managed to get him back to your place and through the front door, you both were a stumbling mess. Alcohol induced laughs and chatter flowed fine between you two. You eased him to sit on the couch and he sprawled out, throwing his arms over the back of the couch and looking you over. 

“I’m gonna change,” you said and disappeared into your room. Stripping from your jeans and shirts, you slipped on some shorts and your fingers grazed over the new shirt you plucked from your closet. It was Ben’s. Still, you slid it on and walked back into the living room and Jake’s brows furrowed.

“Oh come on.. you’re really gonna keep wearin’ his shit?” Jake asked as he stood, moving closer to you.

“It’s just a shirt,” you argued and he shook his head.

“Take it off.”

“..What?” You asked dumbfounded, but Jake’s eyes.. they were dark and clouded, and so fucking hot.

Without another word, Jake lifted his shirt up and over his head, exposing his perfectly toned body underneath. His abs had abs, there was light hair over him that trailed low. And you meant low. Finally able to tear your eyes away to meet his gaze, he was watching you taking him in.

“Take it off,” he repeated, his voice low and intimidating.

You weren’t sure what it was that made you obey but fuck did you carefully lift your shirt off, exposing your soft flesh underneath, only concealed by the old bra you were wearing. But Jake didn’t seem to mind, his eyes lingering on your chest and the way it rose and fell with heavy breaths. Then, he handed over his shirt.

Taking it from him and putting your arms through and over your head, you looked down at the decal before looking up to meet his gaze.

“Better,” he whispered.

There was a tension, a shock in the air as you both lingered before one another. You most definitely weren’t confident enough to make the first move, so lucky for you - Jake was confident enough for the two of you.

“Do y’know how fuckin’ stupid he is?” Jake asked as he closed the gap, his chest so close you swore it warmed you up. “Giving’ you up?”

“Jake-“

“Stop,” he whispered, his head dipping lower as he edged closer. “You’re all I can think about. Even with all this distance between us you drive me fuckin’ wild.”

His fingers lightly traced a path along the curve of your jaw, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in their wake. With a gentle tilt of his head, and his dog tags hitting your chest, Jake captured your lips in a kiss that melted you.

It was slow, tantalizing. His lips moved against yours with a tender urgency, like if he stopped this would disappear. He was kissing you as if savoring the taste of something forbidden and sweet. His hands cupped your face, holding you in place while his tongue darted out over your lower lip, begging to be let in.

And you let him. Jake’s tongue swirled with yours, eager to feel every bit of you he could, like he had been dreaming of devouring you for years. Your hands splayed across his chest, feeling every nook and cranny his chiseled front had to offer. And when your hands danced lower to the waistband of his jeans, an enticing growl escaped his throat. He broke the kiss, letting his lips linger with yours as he breathed you in, and you did just the same.

“Fuck be careful,” he warned you but you shook your head. “You don’t know how long I’ve thought about this.”

“Enlighten me,” you whispered. A small smile broke out over his face and he took you up on the challenge. Picking you up, hands on your ass, he hoisted you up and you wrapped your arms around his neck, and legs around his waist. His arousal was evident as you felt him pressed against you.

Kissing along his jaw, Jake carried you with ease to your room, plopping you down on your flimsy full size mattress before climbing on top. One of his knees pushed your legs open, the other encased your side, and he was back to kissing you with nothing but hunger.

Neither of you could get a bearing, grasping at each other for anything you could get your hands on. Your fingers tugged on his hair, ghosted over his back and chest, even grabbed his ass when he grunted at. Jake, on the other hand, was feverishly putting his hands under your shirt, cupping your breasts over your bra before mumbling between your lips.

“Thought about feeling your tits for so long,” he muttered against you and you nearly whined. “Let me see you , baby.”

He expertly was able to slip a hand behind your back, undoing the hook of your bra with ease. Now completely loosened, Jake lifted off the shirt he just made you put on (his shirt goddamn it) and your bra followed. Exposed to the chilled air, Jake’s gaze was hungry, soaking in the sight of you. His fingers grazed the side of one of your breasts.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he mumbled before leaning down to kiss your neck. His breath was hot, tingling you through your spine and you fought hard to not make a sound, really not wanting him to know how much he was affecting you. But this only seemed to stir him on, and he fully cupped your breast.

“Not gonna make a noise for me?” Jake muttered against your skin, rolling your nipple in between his fingers as he other hand went to your opposite breast. “I bet you sound so goddamn good.”

You wanted to fold badly, let him hear what was bubbling underneath. He nipped at your neck and your eyes fluttered shut, your breathing feeling like it was nonexistent. Everything about this was wrong, but he felt so so right.

Just as suddenly as you two started this, you both froze when the front door of the apartment opened, signaling your roommates return. Jake’s hands stopped, his lips froze, and it was like all sober cognitive reasoning flooded both of you.

Jake and you never spoke of that night.

But tonight was the first mention of it in years. Jake and you were in a standoff, staring at one another with lingering tension and unanswered desire.

“Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.” ― Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Sharkboy & Lavagirl

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Everyone but Steve and Tony were otherwise occupied, which meant it was just the two of them for movie night. Perfect. Much as Tony loved team bonding, he loved having the opportunity to cozy up to his boyfriend without groans, gagging noises, wolf whistles and being told to get a room.

They were all so immature. It wasn’t like Tony was going to fondle Steve in front of everyone. Well. Not much.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” Steve asked.

“Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.” Tony said decisively. The movie choice didn’t matter. Not for what he had in mind.

“Okay.” Steve said nonplussed.

“And make out during the scary parts,” Tony added.

“Th–The scary parts.” Steve paused. “Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.”

Tony smiled innocently.

They started the film, cuddled up together on the couch with Steve’s arm wrapped around Tony’s shoulder. Five minutes in, Tony looked over at Steve.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m scared.”

“Oh! Okay.” He glanced quizzically from the screen, and then back to Tony, before he shrugged. “Come here then,” he pulled Tony into him and their mouths moved in a deep kiss, tongues sliding together.

After a few minutes of that they pulled apart and settled back against each other.

Tony lasted a whole ten minutes that time before he leaned into Steve’s neck and whispered “this part is pretty scary too, don’t you think?”

“Uhhhh… sure.”

They made out some more.

And again.

And again.

Hands wandered. Shirts got unbuttoned. Bites got sucked into skin.

Until all pretence of watching the movie—if there ever really had been any—disappeared, and they stopped watching it entirely.

Steve flipped them around so that Tony was lying flat on his back with his hands over his head. “You know what I think?”

“What?” Tony panted, wondering when they could get back to the kissing.

“I think you were telling me lies before.” He moved his face right up close to Tony’s. “I don’t think you were scared at all.”

“I don’t know what you're talking about. It’s so scary. The scariest. Why would I lie?”

“Hmm, I wonder.” Steve moulded his lips against Tony’s, who groaned, lifting his hips to rub against Steve.

Steve pulled back to stare at Tony accusingly.

“Okay, fine! I lied. I didn’t want to watch a movie. I just wanted to act like teenagers who can’t keep their hands off each other.”

“So long as that’s clear.” Steve said, promptly continuing to make out with Tony. Huh. Simple as that, apparently.

Steve’s hands curved underneath Tony’s ass to hold him tight. Tony meanwhile undid the front of Steve’s pants, about to slip his hand down the front of them—

“Oh you have got to be kidding me! This is a fucking communal living room, we’ve talked about this guys. Not okay!!”

Steve and Tony broke apart, turning to look at a fuming Clint.

“Thought you’d gone out,” Tony mumbled.

“So not the point.”

“We’ll go somewhere more private,” Steve placated, ever the peacemaker.

“But-”

“Come on, Tony.”

[omg-just-peachy]

#15 Detention >:)

Ahh, yes, a quick high school au + note passing in Fury’s class…

***

Tony’s on his way to Fury’s English class, late, as usual, after chemistry. This time, his lab ended with a bang, so to speak, after he added a little extra sodium to the beaker he and Bruce were working with. Technically, it wasn’t Tony’s fault, he was just trying to see what would happen; he could do the experiment in his sleep, he just wanted to add a little intrigue. 

So, Tony’s a little out of it as he rushes through the hallway, equations still swimming through his head, because seriously, it never should’ve exploded like that. He’s not watching where he’s going, and he’s almost there, playing race against time with the bell, when he walks right into Steve Rogers as he exits the room, sending his notebooks and his copy of Rebecca flying. 

Steve might have hit the ground right along with them, his long, lanky body giving way as Tony barrels into him, but Tony grabs his arm at the last minute, keeping him upright. He steadies him, mouth going dry as he realizes who it is he almost took out. 

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you, I was a million miles away, you know how it is? Uh, anyway, here…” Tony hands Steve his fallen books and realizes his face is a bright shade of pink so unfairly cute Tony thinks he might just be the next thing to burst into flame. 

Steve shoves his long blond hair out of his face and stutters out what Tony gathers is an apology before taking off down the hallway after Bucky, leaving Tony to stare listlessly after him. This is what they did: awkward encounters in hallways and between classes, shy waves and mumbled greetings, but Tony wants more in way he never had before. He wants more in the kind of stupid, can’t-eat-can’t-sleep kind of way Tony thought only existed in bad TV shows. 

“Will you be gracing us with your presence today, Mr. Stark?” Fury asks dryly, interrupting Tony’s thoughts and ushering him to his seat in front of Rhodey in the back of the room. He immediately tears a page from the back of his notebook and scrawls out a note to his friend.

Have you seen him today? I almost knocked him down just now. He turned a million shades of red and it was ridiculously cute. Also, he’s wearing that shirt again. How am I supposed to survive under these conditions? :( I’m dying out here, Platypus.

Tony folds the note and slips it behind him to Rhodey, who sighs when he reads it, as if Tony could help it, how good Steve looks every day without even seeming to know it. 

Tell Rogers you like him or you’re walking home for the rest of the year, I swear to god, Tony.

Tony shakes his head to himself. It’s easier said than done, as he’s told Rhodey a million times. 

He’s always with Barnes, it’s impossible. Besides, he’d never like me like that. And what did I say about writing his name! What if someone —

Before Tony can finish his reply, the note is snatched out from his hand, and to his horror, Fury’s reading it, his eyes rolling. Tony’s stomach drops. This is exactly why he never wrote names in his notes, because things like this happened and they fell into the wrong hands and god Tony should just text Rhodey… 

“Big day for letter writing in my class,” Fury says, looking almost amused. 

“It is English class,” Tony tries. 

“Yes, yes it is. Which is why I’ll give this back to you…” Tony is almost relieved, maybe Fury would just give him a warning and continue class like it never happened.

“…So you can finish it this afternoon, in detention. But don’t worry, I’m sure Mr. Rogers will be thrilled to have you joining him there.” Fury winks, and Tony sees it playing out all over again, Steve rushing from the room, his red, embarrassed face, the way he couldn’t seem to get away from Tony fast enough. His stomach flips and his cheeks heat. Was Fury implying…

“Holy shit, finally!” Rhodey crows from behind him. 

Fury laughs, then composes himself. “Language, Mr. Rhodes, or you’ll be joining the two lovebirds in detention.” 

Rhodey shuts up all too quickly, and Tony slips down in his seat as class starts in earnest. Detention had never sounded so good. 

100 one-word prompts

[arandomdump]

Fic Recs

(obviously, none of the listed below are written by me. this is just a complied list of all my favourite fics that i just love too much. if you particularly like any of the fics below, please let the amazing writers and creators know because they are simply just that amazing 😊)

* - Angst (prepare your hearts)

♡ - Personal Favourites.

Last Updated: 13/03/21

(this is still uncompleted and unedited, so some warnings may not be there yet. and apologies if i get any tags wrong! xx)

Harry Potter

Sirius Black

Countless Nights - by @thewinchestergirl1208

Never Been Kissed  ♡ - by @wizardwritings 

The Not-So-Perfect Sister - by @wreckofawriter

We’re Not Friends - by @wizardwritings

Summer Revelations - by @marauders--mischief

It’s Been Too Long - by @weasleypogues

Owl You Need Is Love - by @wizardwritings

Amortentia - by @waytooinlovewithharrypotter

Summer lies and jealous types - by @futurewriter2000

How to Fall in Love: For Dummies  ♡ - by @wizardwritings

Baby, It’s Cold Outside - by @wizardwritings

She - by @roonilwazlibimagines

A Dangerous Bet  ♡ - by @harrytpotter

So cold - by @weasleydream

Home is a Person  ♡* - by @approved-by-dentists

How could I mind when it’s you?  ♡ - by @approved-by-dentists

By your side  ♡* - by @approved-by-dentists

Truth Under Moonlight ** - by @approved-by-dentists

don’t flatter yourself - by @marveliskindacool

The Worst Wingman - by @theweasleysredhair

Just A Natural Fact - by @iliveiloveiwrite

Drunk - by @theweasleysredhair

I Always Was - by @theweasleysredhair

A glass too much…- by @pregnant-piggy

The Way You Look At Her  ♡ - by @theweasleysredhair

Bad idea! (or maybe not) - by @bl597

golden snitch - by @firewhisky-kisses

secrets and fears - by @firewhisky-kisses

found family  ♡* - by @firewhisky-kisses

Our little secret - by @pregnant-piggy

Cursed Series  ♡* - by @pregnant-piggy

Don’t You Think? - by @harrytpotter

“For a moment, listen silently, what does your heart say?” ​ “I love you more than the sky and the ground but I can’t do this anymore.” “No, it’s over. She ended it.” “Sirius loves all the attention,”

♡ ** all by @hello-everyfandom

The First Time - by @inkinflux

Broken Hearts and Fire Whiskey Part 2 Part 3 * - by @mrsssiriusblack

Like I Loved You Part 2 Part 3 * - by @mrsssiriusblack

Remus Lupin

starry night - by @ yourssuccubus

Wicked Charm ♡ - by @unfortunatelysirius

I love you, but I’m scared - by @unfortunatelysirius

Say No More - by @ardentmuse

Mama ♡ - by @myboipotterimagines

The Answer - by @writingmanaged

Stay- by @obsessedwithrandomthings

if it wasn’t for you meddling kids - by @writesowhatnext

Is that an offer? - by @approved-by-dentists

My Man - by @obsessedwithrandomthings

Bravest person you knew ♡ - by @stupxfy

It’s Friday, I’m In Love - by @inkinflux

We Should Run Away Together - by @protect-remus

“I’m not very good at flirting, am I?” ♡ - by @hello-everyfandom

James Potter

April Fool’s - by @theweasleysredhair

What’s Happening To Me? ♡ - by @harrytpotter

Right Place, Wrong Time ♡ - by @harrytpotter

Never Just A Friend ♡ - by @theweasleysredhair

Certainty ♡ - by @prongsies

“I’ll say it every second of every day if need be, I love you.“ “James, you’re a right knob head sometimes. She loves you.” “No, please. Don’t say that. You love her, not me.”  ♡** all by @hello-everyfandom

The Marauders

The marauders being friends with a reader suffering from depression would include...

A day on ice ♡ - by @pregnant-piggy

George Weasley

Right Here - by @lunalovecroft

Fred Weasley 

“Looking like that could make me fall in love all over again,” - by @hello-everyfandom

Draco Malfoy

Unsafe - by @myboipotterimagines

Secrets ♡ - by @iliveiloveiwrite

home is wherever I’m with you - by @iliveiloveiwrite

breathe - by @wondernimbus

breaking point - by @wondernimbus  

a bad day - by @wondernimbus

battleground - by @wondernimbus

Marvel

Steve Rodgers

The End of the War - by @redgillan

Not Afraid Anymore  ♡ - by @shotsbyshae

Cannonball ♡ - by @shotsbyshae

Heads Will Roll - by @shotsbyshae

Stark’s Girl - by @avengersassemble-fics

One More Chance of A Lifetime - by @heyiamthatbitch

Fall into Love - by @mrslilyrogers

Bucky Barnes

Right there - by @bitsandbobsandstuff

chambers - by @trillian-anders

Die From A Broken Heart Pt. Two - by @allaboutthebooz

Untouchable Series ♡ - by @dreamwritesimagines

Caught In The Fire Series ♡ - by @dreamwritesimagines

Peter Parker 

The Fight Of Our Lives - by @theonewiththefanfics

Wait For Me - by @waitimcomingtoo

Tony Stark 

Sunshine  ♡ ** - by @bigballofstress

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Cannonball ♡ - by @shotsbyshae

Random Loves

Harry Styles

changes ♡ - by @sunflowervolvimp3

Chris Evans

It’s You - by @wintrcaptn

Cherry Chapstick Masterlist ♡ - by @speechlessxx

Happy together? ♡ - by @fluffymisha97

Kylo Ren

Untouchable - by @thefasstasticvoyage

Ransom Drysdale

In the Dark ♡ - by @shotsbyshae

Spencer Reid

Twisted ♡ - by @dreamwritesimagines

[teebarnes]

Updated: 24th March 2022 (NZST)

!Currently in construction! - always adding...

Important Notes:

⤑ Most of the fics I will recommend are 18+ (MINORS DNI), I will note if they're 18+ or not. Please respect the writers warnings.

⤑ Please respect the authors and do not copy, repost or translate any of these author's works!

⤑ Non of these Fics are written by me, just recommendations by me.

⤑ Send the Author's some love on their fics, likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated by them.

Enjoy reading!

Important Notes To Authors:

⤑ I am sincerely sorry for all the notifcations you may get for this thread. BUT ILY

⤑ If you would like me to remove you or any of your fics from my fic-rec list feel free to message me or comment on this post (I will be more than happy to do so if you feel uncomfortable.)

⤑ If I have gotten information wrong for your fics or content rating please let me know so I can change that.

⤑ Any questions you can send them through :))

Temp:

⤑ Summary: Warning(s): (18+)

Authors I recommend reading that have under 18 content.

(Please note, these authors may have 18+ content too)

⤑ Wicked-mind | @wicked-mind

⤑ Buckyswintersoldiermask | @buckyswintersoldiermask

⤑ Lex-the-flex | @lex-the-flex

⤑ Avengersassemble-fics | @avengersassemble-fics

⤑ Like-what-the-fuck-scoob | @like-what-the-fuck-scoob

Authors I recommend reading that have 18+ content.

(MINORS PLEASE DNI!)

⤑ Bonky-n-steeb | @bonky-n-steeb

⤑ Navybrat817 | @navybrat817

⤑ Whisperlullaby | @whisperlullaby

⤑ Tuiccim | @tuiccim

⤑ Nsfwsebbie | @nsfwsebbie

⤑ Gotnofucks | @gotnofucks

⤑ Wicked-mind | @wicked-mind

⤑ Propertyofpoeandbucky | @propertyofpoeandbucky

⤑ Buckycuddlebuddy | @buckycuddlebuddy

⤑ Mypoisonedvine | @mypoisonedvine

⤑ Babyboibucky | @babyboibucky

⤑ Marry Me? ~ Steve Rogers x Fem!reader

By Buckyswintersoldiermask

Summary: Steve takes you on vacation and asks you to marry him.

Warning(s): none, just fluff

⤑ Love In A Mug ~ Bucky x Reader

By Tuiccim

Summary: Every morning you find your coffee and muffin waiting for you but who is the mystery barista?

Warning(s): Fluff, ridiculous tooth-rotting fluff

⤑ Professor | Professor!Bucky x Student!wife!reader (Rec Fav!)

By @kiwisomething

Summary: newly transferred to your husband’s school, you’ve already made some friends. However, they don’t know that you’re married to the hot professor.

Warning(s): N/A. FLUUUUUUFFFFF (beware, it'll make your heart squeal!)

⤑ Long Night | Bucky x Reader (Rec Fav!)

By @like-what-the-fuck-scoob

Summary: When Y/N moves into the bedroom next door to Bucky, they gain Bucky’s trust enough to help him with his nightmares. But what happens when one night Bucky is no longer himself, but the Winter Soldier?

Warning(s): PTSD, dissasociation, nightmares/night terrors, crying, comfort, kissing, make-out session, fluff, angst.

⤑ Oversized | Bucky x Reader (Rec Fav!)

By @like-what-the-fuck-scoob

Summary: Bucky x reader. You order an oversized hoodie in the mail, and your teammates are obsessed with how cozy it feels, especially Bucky.

Warning(s): Pure fluff. Hugging underneath clothes. Avengers tower fic.

⤑ Promised to Him | Biker!Bucky x reader (18+)

By Gotnofucks

Summary: You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago.

Warning(s): Non-con, forced marriage, breeding kink, kidnapping, language, 18+ ONLY.

⤑ Flawless | Steve Rogers x Fem!plussized!reader (Rec Fav!)

By Buckyswintersoldiermask

Summary: Steve walks in on you in your underwear causing you to avoid him for a bit, but in the end he tells you what you needed to hear.

Warning(s): insecure reader, body images issues, mentions of being in underwear, mentions of being curvy.

⤑ The Hotel Bed | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)

By Buckswintersoldiermask

Summary: You get an unexpected visitor on your solo mission and you have to share the room and well the bed.

Warning(s): one bed. cuddling and just basically fluff.

⤑ Angrythingstarlight {Ask} | Dad!Bucky x reader (18+)

By Angrythingstarlight

Summary: no summary, you just have to read it :)

Warning(s): smut, creampie, breeding kink, Minors DNI, 18+

⤑ Lessons In Knife Play {B.B} (18+)

By Angrythingstarlight

Summary: Bucky has a knife kink and by the time he’s done with you, you’ll have one too.

Warning(s): Inappropriate use of a knife, inappropriate use of a mirror, hint of  a pain kink, semi public sex, Bucky Barnes. Smut, Minors DNI

Completed Series:

⤑ Mirrors ~ 𝙘𝙚𝙤!𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙥𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 (18+) (Rec Fav!)

By @bonky-n-steeb

Summary: When your boss is the most handsome, caring and adorable person you’ve ever met, falling for him was natural. But Steve has only loved one woman his entire life, his ex-wife Peggy; who has left him heartbroken and unbeknownst to him is manipulating him. So, who will Steve choose, his past or his present?

Warnings(s): When your boss is the most handsome, caring and adorable person you’ve ever met, falling for him was natural. But Steve has only loved one woman his entire life, his ex-wife Peggy; who has left him heartbroken and unbeknownst to him is manipulating him. So, who will Steve choose, his past or his present?

⤑ War of Hearts ~ Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader (18+ Series) (Rec Fav!)

By lex-the-flex

Summary: As the world has started to change, an attempt on your life has been made. Once the news spreads, the famous Bodyguard, Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes has be assigned to protect you. However, when the tension starts to rise, Bucky realises he must do everything in his power to keep you safe.

Warnings(s): Fluff, a large amount of it, action, descriptions of violence and injuries, angst, 18+ - voyeurism, smut, sexual assault, stalking, kidnaping, slight drug use, death, and language. MINORS DNI

⤑ From Then, 'Till Now ~ The Winter Soldier/ Bucky Barnes x Reader

By lex-the-flex

Summary: For the last seventy years, the assassin known as the Winter Soldier has been the main impromptu for the organisation known as Hydra. In 1994, the wicked soldier took many lives beyond his control, including your father’s in a sabotaged assignment. As the years progressed, the man broke free from the Hydra programming, as you continued to live your life shrouded by ignorance. Now, as the two of you are free from your shackles, your minds are finally at ease. That is, until you ran into the real Bucky Barnes. Now, can you teach him how to be human again?

Warnings(s): Fluff, (Of course!) large amounts of it, action, violence, slight brainwashing and mentions of it, descriptions of injuries, brief mention of smut?, frustrated reader and Bucky, equal amounts of PTSD, (so if you’re uncomfortable, then please don’t read). Finally, it takes place in the MCU, and the movie’s timeline. So don’t worry about an AU!

⤑ Love, Above ~ Ikaris the Eternal x reader {Soulmate Pairing} (18+ Series)

By lex-the-flex

Summary: The Eternals have been around since the creation of the Solar System. They’ve shaped the Earth and have lived through its vast history. Now, the year is 2024, and the Leader of the Eternals known as Ikaris is starting to believe if he’ll never feel love again. That is, until he meets you, and you both learn how to love.

Warnings(s): Fluff (tons), action, descriptions of violence and injuries, angst, mentions of and heartbreak, mentions of abusive relationship, self isolation/self loathing, alcohol consumption, language, and smut, 18+ - MINOR DNI.

⤑ I'll Love You Forever ~ Bucky Barnes x Powered Reader

By Buckyswintersoldiermask

Summary: Your time with Bucky in Wakanda. (Post credits scenes of Civil War and Black Panther)

Warnings(s): fluff, slight angst, crying.

⤑ The Super Soldier and His Friend ~ Bucky Barnes x friend!reader

Summary: When you’re friends with a 106 year old Super Soldier, anything can happen.

Warnings(s): Angst, Fluff, all chapters have their own warnings.

⤑ Stark's Girl ~ Steve Rogers x Stark!reader (18+ Series) (Rec Fav!)

By Avengersassemble-fic (Check below in ongoing series for the sequel to this)

Summary: Tony Stark is a good man. He has lost his entire family yet lives his life devoting himself to helping others. Steve Rogers never knew the secret that Tony has kept since his parents death long ago, but it finally comes out, and everything makes a little more sense. Things change for the billionaire, playboy, philanthropist when someone he thought long gone, has been alive this entire time. And Steve has to learn how to keep his secret from everyone around him, without hurting those he cares the most about.

Warnings(s): Author hasn't mentioned but from reading: Sad! sad sad, Smut (18+ MINORS DNI), Angst, fluff, swearing hehe.

⤑ Almost Had Me Beliving It ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader (18+) (Rec Fav!) By Tuiccim

Summary: An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbour causes trouble in paradise.

Warnings(s): Fluff, angst, mutual pining, smut NSFW 18+ ONLY.

Ongoing Series:

⤑ Sweet Dreams ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader | ?Avengers x Reader (Rec Fav!)

By @bonky-n-steeb

Summary: Your daily routine involves waking up in the morning, going to work and sulking at night. But then you meet the man you’ve fantasized about for your entire life, Bucky Barnes. At the same time, you’ve caught someone else’s eye and his first step in winning you over is to cook you breakfast. But will you be welcoming of that person’s affections?

Warning(s): yandere, obsession, stalking, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering, please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

⤑ The Match ~ CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader (18+) (Rec Fav!)

By babyboibucky

Summary: You come across your boss’ Tinder profile.

Warnings(s): Smut! Boss x employee affair, office sex and all that filthy stuff, 18+ only!!!

⤑ Invisible Ink ~ Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader + Steve Rogers x Fem!reader (18+)

By navybrat817

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Summary: The owners of the Howling Commandos Tattoo Parlour want to make you their best girl

Warnings(s): Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, flirting, tension, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers.

⤑ Visible Mark ~ Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader + Steve Rogers x Fem!reader (18+)

By navybrat817

Part One | Part Two

Summary: Being Bucky and Steve's best girl feels too good to be true.

Warnings(s): Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), feels, slight angst, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers.

⤑ New Perspective ~ ModernAU!Steve Rogers x Reader

By Avengersassemble-fic

Summary: Life seems to be falling apart around you as your husband of three years suddenly reveals an affair, and seeks a divorce. Your perfect life is flipped upside down with his revelation and you have to learn how to be you again. An unforeseen friendship starts to bloom between you and your neighbours new lover, but will these late night rooftop rambles be enough to keep you from going completely batshit crazy in the turmoil of your life?

Warnings(s): Author hasn't put any as far as I am aware but from reading: Fluff, angst, sad, mentions of sex, there are a few others but those would spoil it :) so you'll have to read it.

⤑ Stark's Legacy ~ Possible Bucky Barnes x Reader

By Avengersassemble-fic

Summary: Following the events of Stark’s Girl, explore the world post-Blip, post-Tony Stark’s death. A look into the deep trauma of losing family and love, the history of HYDRA and the unknown brutal assassin program they hid for years, and the real truth about what happened in Paris 2015.

Warnings(s): Angst, Sadness, Fluff, Alcohol, Swearing.

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[anakin-danvers]

I was tagged by the beautiful and amazing @kenobee @marvelinsanity and @alideetoo 🥰✨ you all are such beautiful individuals who make me so so happy 💖✨

the rules - tag five or more people that you are thankful for in your 2020, that you’re thankful exists in a world that’s hard to live in. whether that be through random reblogs on your posts, or people you have had full blown conversations with. whether it’s just seeing them on your dash, or interacting with them.

I am so so thankful for each and everyone of you. Whether we’re mutuals, you’re a wonderful follower, you’ve just discovered my Tumblr or you’ve followed me for some time now, thank you! Tumblr and this community has helped me grow so much more than I could ever explain. 💓

Some people I’m especially thankful for:

@mcu-padawan @corellians-only @obirain @anakinswhore @anakinswhore @nobie @avengersassemble-fics @sacred-things @redsparks21 @weirdfangirl2416 @princessxkenobi @agent-catfish-kenobi @anakylo-skywlker @goldenkenobi @likeshootingstarsinthenightsky @ohhellokenobi @roseofalderaan @cherrykenobi @kaminobiwan @blxwjobsforclones @fistmebuckyskywalker @haydens-moles @dockenobi @darthanckin @catsnkooks @a-dorin @drinksomecoco @kyjoraven @blue-space-porgs @littlevodika @royalhandmaidens @dversstark @lloveyouinsecret and so many more which i either could not fit or blanked out on

[herecomesthewriterwitch]

Get to Know Better

i was tagged by @snarky--starky to answer these questions and add tags. thanks, by the way!

top 5 ships: spiderman/mj, thor/jane, bruce/natasha, tony/pepper, and barisi (svu) 

lipstick or chapstick: chapstick, most certainly 

last song: paint it, black by the rolling stones

last movie: clue 

last tv show: criminal minds

reading: @avengersassemble-fics , @rae-is-typing, @snarky--starky , @afictionaladventure16 , and @lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love

 three random things that make me happy: 

 - aesthetics 

- my cat

- a good quote 

tagging: @avengersassemble-fics @rae-is-typing @lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love @sugarrushblondie @winterreader-nowwriter

[exposition-belongs-somewhere]

Happy Fan Fic Author Appreciation Day!

Life is better because of fan fic. Especially this year. I just want to send a deep, heartfelt thank you to the creatives that take their time to write and are brave enough to put it up here for all to see.

I know it seems like a thankless job, but thank you so much for doing it.

Thank you!

@avengersassemble-fics

@all1e23

@kayteewritessteve

@brooklyn-boy @brooklynboysfics

@after-avenging-hours

@jtargaryen18

@pagesoflauren

@prettyyoungtragedy

@hlkwrites

@hysteria87

@suz-123

@moteldwelling

@justreadingfics

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork

@moonbeambucky

@invisibleanonymousmonsters

@buckyskorpion

@captain-rogers-beard

@floatingpetals

@carryoncaptainrogers

@jamielea81

@southerngracela

@jennmurawski13

@marvelcapsicle

And so many more writers I know I forgot.

[thefanficfaerie]

The Weekly Reading list is back as the Reblog Challenge. The list is posted every Wednesday showcasing what stories and art I have seen throughout the week. In the past, there were stories from AO3 on the list. That will not be the case this time unless the link is on a Tumblr post. I also will still not be reblogging stories that don’t have a keep reading.

Day 253 (Sept. 9)

You Promised by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers Steve Rogers

Day 254 (Sept. 10)

Sugar and Spice Part 8 by @tilltheendwilliwrite Steve Rogers x OFC

Day 255 (Sept. 11)

No story

Day 256 (Sept. 12)

Heads or Tails by @locke-writes Tony Stark 

Day 257 (Sept. 13)

Fear by @thatesqcrush Rafael Barba

Day 258 (Sept. 14)

 Pina Coladas by @not-close-to-straight Steve Rogers x Tony Stark

Day 259 (Sept. 15)

Immortal by @avengersassemble-fics Steve Rogers  Under Consent of the King by @after-avenging-hours Stucky x Reader 

[avengersassemble-ficslibrary]

new post 💙

Linger

chapter 02 "don't let it burn" masterlist previous chapter 5.2k words (yikes!) ♡ smut

The sun bathed the Bridgerton estate in a golden glow, casting a warm enchantment over the manicured gardens. The air buzzed with the lively chatter of the Ton, their vibrant silks a kaleidoscope of colors against the backdrop of blooming flowers.

The Bridgerton estate was someplace you frequented at least once every summer. But this occasion was different, this was an alfresco party thrown by the Viscount himself. This season you had heard whispers that Anthony was looking for a wife, and a part of you was curious if he’d find one.

But today was more than just a party, it was the first time you and Benedict would be together in public since you accepted his proposal to court you. Though he had called on you numerous times since you spoke in the cover of darkness in Lady Danbury’s garden, this was different.

The murmur of conversations filled the air, and you had slipped from your parents side in search of what you desired most. But while you had found yourself in search of Benedict, he too was searching for his muse, who he had deemed the unexpected beat of his heart. In your search for Benedict, you found yourself colliding with another body-

“My apologies,” the voice, all too familiar, quipped. Meeting the gaze of Anthony Bridgerton, his brows furrowed. “Ah. It’s only you.”

“Indeed,” you said as Anthony straightened himself out, and stole a glance of you. “You seem on edge, my Lord.”

“I’m perfectly well,” Anthony argued in a low tone. You glanced around at the many pairs of eyes, from mostly women, as they watched the interaction between you and the Viscount.

“So it’s true?” You asked him and he raised a brow. “You are in search of a wife?”

Anthony sighed, shaking his head slightly. “My mother’s outburst truly has graced everyone’s ear.”

“Her words and Lady Whistledown’s writings,” you laughed softly and Anthony looked you over. “I was in search of your brother.. perhaps you have seen him?”

A subtle pause followed, and Anthony’s eyes shifted, he seemed.. truly off. He cleared his throat. “Benedict is around, I’m sure. But.. would you indulge me with your company for a moment? There’s something I’d like to discuss.”

You nodded, a little unsure what matters he had to discuss now of all times. But Anthony placed his hand on your arm, leading you away from the prying eyes and ears of the ton towards the small lake on the property. 

“Anthony? What’s this about?” You asked him, dropping the formalities. Anthony paused beside you, and gazed out to the lake with his hands on his hips. This was serious Anthony Bridgerton, which you had only caught glimpses of on a few rare occasions. He turned back to face you. 

“It’s.. about Benedict,” Anthony stated and cleared his throat. “I am happy he finally had the courage to ask you for a courtship, truly.. But there are aspect of his nature that one should be cautious of.”

“Meaning?” You asked him and Anthony sighed. 

“I love my brother,” Anthony said, though you weren’t sure if that was meant to ease your nerves or his own. He knew he had to choose his words carefully, after all - he didn’t want to ruin what could be. “Benedict tends to get lost in the world of his passions, and sometimes… that may lead him down paths others might find unconventional. I am aware that you've known him for years, (Y/N), but there's an unpredictability to him that one should be mindful of."

You nodded, absorbing his words. Anthony could see your eyes shifting over his face, a soft furrow of concern in your brows, and ultimately you nodded. “I appreciate your candor, Anthony.”

“But,” you hesitated. “While I may not know all the deepest things about him that you might, I know one thing to be true. He is a good man. I do not believe he would do something to.. Harm me, if that is your concern.”

“I would never believe him to put you in harm's way,” Anthony whispered. “Please believe that. I only meant.. When he is passionate, he may be more focused on the moment and not the big picture.”

“His passion is what draws me to him,” you said softly. Anthony’s gaze shifted, maybe with shock. It was a brazen comment, but you shook your head. “Thank you for looking out for me, my Lord.”

Before Anthony could try to call for you, you turned from him and made your way back to the party. His words burned in your mind, lingering some kind of caution in you. Not back in the crowd for long, another hand grazed your back, turning you to face them.

Benedict.

“Here I was beginning to think you had grown tired of me already,” Benedict joked and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Only caught up with conversations,” you quipped and he hummed in response. “The festivities are.. Quite the spectacle.”

“Indeed they are,” Benedict said and you felt him grasp your arm softly. “Care for a stroll away from the crowd?”

Your gaze lingered on his features. His smile, the crinkle near his eyes, his intense gaze.. Anthony’s words did linger in your mind, but the overwhelming feeling of ease with Benedict outweighed whatever concern Anthony tried to demonstrate. So, you nodded.

“A stroll sounds lovely,” you spoke softly and Anthony was eager to lace your arm through his, and escort you away. Some eyes did linger on the second eldest Bridgerton and you leaving the crowd, but no one said anything - at least not to your face.

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Benedict hushed you as you laughed softly, him glancing around the corner to the kitchens.

“You’re going to get us caught,” Benedict warned you in a whisper, though when he met your gaze he couldn’t help but chuckle along with you.

The two of you had gotten into some antics after slipping away from the party outside. Benedict had shared some brandy with you (and Eloise who happened to stumble upon you two hidden away inside the family's estate) which had led to the three of you in search of sweets, but not brave enough to go back outside to the festivities.

“I’ll go, I can make haste,” Eloise offered, which made you stifle your laughs. “I only need a moment, I know where the maid hides her stash.”

“Oh so you two have done this before?” You asked to which she nodded, and you met Benedict’s gaze with a smile. “My, my, Ben. Such a bad influence.”

“It was her idea,” he tried to protest. Eloise slipped into the kitchen, which left you and Benedict alone in the hallway. Again, Anthony’s words of caution flashed through your mind. Really, if you had been caught alone with him.. The whispers that would be said could be grave to your character.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” Benedict’s low voice snapped you back to his attention. When did he get this close to you? He towered over you, his chest nearly to yours, and his hands had taken yours in his. You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat.

A soft, teasing smile played on your lips as you replied, "Do I not look beautiful every day?"

Benedict’s chuckle was no longer the light and friendly laughter from just a moment ago when his sister was near.

“Every day, (Y/N), you are a vision,” he confessed, his voice a velvet whisper. “But today.. Your beauty is truly intoxicating. It’s as if the universe is conspiring to tempt me beyond reason.”

“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it,” you said softly, but Benedict didn’t miss it. The invitation.

In that charged moment, Benedict’s restraint seemed to waiver. His eyes flickered down to your lips, and without a word, he closed the remaining distance. The first brush of his lips against yours was tentative, a testing of boundaries, but the hunger quickly escalated.

Succumbing to a temptation too potent to resist, Benedict’s hands released their grip on yours, only to find their way to your hips, greedily grabbing hold of them as he pressed you to the wall. A soft sound escaped you, and Benedict’s grip tightened. Whatever he heard, he liked it. You could feel his tongue swipe over your lower lip, and with some hesitation you welcomed him in.

His mouth tasted like the brandy that was being shared between you two, but his tongue was wanting to taste every bit of you he could, while he had the chance. His tongue darted over yours, lingering for a moment as he tilted his head in search of more. One of his hands trailed up your side from your hip to the swell of your breast, his thumb tracing over where he could only guess was where your nipple was.

He was right, because you tensed up slightly under his grasp, and a smirk fell over his lips. Eventually, the need for air compelled you both to reluctantly part. Benedict's eyes, now darker with a mixture of longing and realization, locked onto yours.

“Well?” You asked softly and Benedict could only muster up a soft hm. “Did I live up to your imaginings of my taste?”

A soft, breathless chuckle escaped him and he lifted his hand to your cheek, cupping your chin as he traced his thumb along your lower lip. “You surpassed every imagination. I’m not sure how I can possibly stop myself from wanting more.”

The sound of Eloise’s footsteps was enough to force you two apart. It forced you two to pace yourselves for the rest of the evening, especially with Eloise still around. The group snacked on sweets in one of the drawing rooms, but every time you caught a glimpse of Benedict, his gaze was on you. That hunger was still there in his eyes, and you had to squash down the feeling brewing in your lower stomach.

But when Eloise took her leave, noticing the party dwindling down outside, it once again left you alone with the driving force of your desires. Benedict stayed seated for a moment, unknown to you he was weighing his options. The feeling of your lips earlier, the taste of you on his tongue, was like an intoxication unlike anything alcohol could give to him. He cleared his throat and stood before you, and offered his hand.

“Do you trust me?” He asked. You met Benedict’s gaze and the only words you knew to respond to was-

“Of course,” you responded, taking his hand with yours. Benedict helped you up, lacing his fingers with yours while he led you from the room. Sure, you had traversed the estate with Daphne sometimes over the summers, but never where Benedict was taking you. No, this corridor was always private to the boys, housing Anthony’s study and Benedict’s room.. So seeing it for the first time made you feel warmth spread through your chest.

It was a place filled with the tangible essence of his creativity, and you couldn’t help but be swept away by the intimacy of the space. The air carried the scent of drying paints and the faint traces of inspiration, like this place was a secret world apart from the rest of the Bridgertons. The soft glow of the candlelights left burning casted a warm ambiance.

Your eyes roamed over the canvases, each one was a testament to Benedict’s artistic soul laid bare. He let you peruse his space, let you drink in what he was sharing, and he felt himself losing himself further to a sensation he hadn’t been able to name yet.

Love.

Your eyes lingered on one painting, still fresh from brushstrokes and paint, and Benedict smiled a bit. He came up behind you, lowering himself to your shoulder, and he caught a whiff of your hair and the perfume that lingered behind your ear. “Can you tell what my inspiration for this one was?”

The painting in question was a swirl of colors, but a dark contrast. Two figures were embraced with one another, though he left out the finer details. His breath hit your neck, and followed by his tender lips against your shoulder. “You have seeped into every part of my being.. I’d love a piece of you.”

You smiled as his lips grazed your skin, your inner voice of self control growing smaller and smaller. “You wish to draw me, Mr. Bridgerton?”

A small huff hit your skin and you laughed softly. Stepping away from his embrace, there was a couch in the room that you settled yourself on. “How would you like me?”

“I think it wise you don’t ever ask me that again,” Benedict warned as he grabbed a pad and a piece of writing charcoal. “I just.. want you as yourself.”

And you did just that. You flattened your dress down yourself, easing your back to the couch and  rested your hands in your lap. Benedict settled into a chair opposite, leg crossed over the other, as he started to work away in short strokes of the charcoal. He would keep glancing up at you, adjusting his method to capture more details of you. Because he never wanted to forget even the smallest of details.

A comfortable silence filled the room, the only sound was the soft pops of candles and his fingers grazing the paper. You shifted slightly, and Benedict’s eyes flashed up to meet yours, and offered a slight smile.

“Can you undo your hair for me?” Benedict asked as his eyes darted back down to the paper. At that request, you did hesitate, knowing full well that if you did, you’d never be able to redo it. But.. What was thrill without any potential hearsay?

You undid the various pins that had been entriquently placed in your hair to hold it up and proper. Each one slowly loosened your updo, until finally your palm was full of little pins. You readjusted your hair, laying it just right when Benedict glanced up again at you, and took a moment to stare.

Though he didn’t comment on how you looked, his mind raced as he went back to the outline of you on his paper. He wanted to get you perfect, just as you were. He wanted to have you soldered into his memory, because time was of the essence. He didn’t have too long to indulge in your company, knowing you would have to leave eventually.

But he wanted to yield to his temptation.

Benedict stood and crossed the space towards you, kneeling before you as he adjusted a strand of your hair, making sure it fell perfectly beside your face. But his hand lingered on your chin, his thumb grazing over your lower lips, his fingers gliding to cup behind your ear on your neck..

There was a flush to your skin and he just.. Couldn’t help himself. He leaned in closer, catching your lips with his as he held your face in place. Your breaths mingled, heavy against one another’s skin, and you found yourself reaching for him. You grabbed a hold of his coat jacket, the edges firm in your grip as you pulled him in.

Benedict braced himself against you, the hand not already lost in your hair grabbed ahold of your thigh as he made himself at home between your legs. He was fully aware of what he was doing, but he couldn’t help himself, you were in the palm of his hands.

He squeezed your thigh, bunching up the fabric in his fist before trailing it downwards past your knees, your calves, and to your ankles. Skimming the hem of the layers of fabric, Benedict pulled away from your lips, his gaze meeting yours as you both fought to collect your breathing.

”Tell me to stop and I will,” he muttered to you, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation. Part of you knew this was wrong, knew that it would be best to stop this right here and now, knew you should collect yourself and retire for the evening..

But you responded by pulling him back in, a groan escaping him as your lips met again, tongues eager to reconnect. But Benedict was on a pursuit of more now.

His fingers ghosted over your ankles, grazing the skin under your gown and petticoat. You could feel his hand ghosting against the back of your calf, around to the top of your knee before moving inwards to your thigh. Instinctively, your thighs closed around his hand.

”It’s okay,” he coaxed you along in a whisper, moving his lips from yours as he pressed a tender kiss under your ear. “I’ve got you.”

”Ben,” you whispered as he peppered more kisses along the hot skin of your neck. “I.. I am chaste, I.. don’t know-“

”I know,” he breathed, finally peeling himself from your body to meet your gaze. The fingers that had been tangled in your hair tightened slightly, making you suck in a sharp breath. “I know, love. If you can trust me, if you can let go and relax for me I promise you this- I will do everything in my power to make you feel not just exquisite pleasure, but cherished.”

You had no doubt he could, and against the judgment in your mind you nodded. At the end of the day.. Benedict and you were courting. It surely was only a matter of time before you two got married.

As you relaxed slightly, Benedict kissed your cheek, down your jaw, to your neck again. His hand that still was under your gown began to roam again, pressing your thighs open once more as he edged closer and closer to the heat he was looking for.

”Have you ever touched yourself?” Benedict asked you, lightly nipping at the sensitive flesh of your neck. Slowly you nodded your head in response, feeling your breath catch in your throat. “Just for the feeling?”

”I-“ you hesitated to catch your breath, his fingers edging closer to the throbbing of your cunt. “I always thought of you, like this.”

Benedict’s face lifted so he could meet your gaze. His hand left your hair and held onto your chin, his grip slightly rough, but still tender. “I want to see you when I touch you.”

His fingers finally found you, an abrasive digit slipping through your folds and you bit your lower lip. Benedict’s eyes stayed locked on you, studying your face and reaction as his finger slid up and down your aching entrance. A small whimper fell from your lips, and you found yourself pushing your legs open a little more.

”So eager,” Benedict mumbled, increasing the pressure of his finger against your clit, swirling against you. Your hips involuntarily bucked against his hand, as if begging for more stimulation. There was a smirk on Benedict’s lips, which he used to kiss along your collarbone down towards your breasts. Just as he skimmed over the fabric of your gown, nipping at your nipple underneath, he shifted his fingers back down your cunt, finally slipping a single digit into you.

“Ben-” you managed breathlessly, and all he could do was nod his head, which was flush in between your breasts.  His free hand that wasn’t lost between your thighs went to your dress, desperately getting the material up your body in a bunch at your hips, exposing your lower half with his finger in you to the warm air.

“Keep making noises for me,” Benedict said, changing the angle of his finger that slipped in and out of you and curling inwards, which elicited a sweet sound from your throat. “God, yes, just like that.”

With each move of his curled finger thrusting in and out of you at a slow and deliberately teasing pace, your hips rolled into his palm, and the sounds from your mouth were sinful. But Benedict, oh did he enjoy every sound he could manage from you. The breathless way his name fell from your parted lips, the wet sounds from your cunt, the way you’d curse when he swirled his thumb up and over your clit, you were unraveling before his very eyes and it was driving him mad.

Your chest heaved against the fabric of your dress, wanting only one thing and that was to be set free. But, unknown to you, it was just the threatened orgasm wanting to rip through you. But Benedict, now with an extra finger diving in and out of your soaked cunt, knew what was coming from you, and he wanted nothing more than to meet you in that high.

“I need to know if I can continue,” Benedict said as he re-met your gaze. It was a big ask, one he knew would change the dynamic between you two.. But in his heart, it was only accelerating the inevitable. He knew he would ask for your hand by the end of the season, so what was so bad about indulging in sex a few months early?

You, on the other hand, didn’t seem to need much convincing.. You nodded your head, “I trust you.”

It was a simple sentence, but the weight it carried meant so much more to him than you might have intended. Benedict’s fingers had still been moving but he retreated himself from you, much to your dismay. But while he took his fingers from your wet folds they immediately went into his mouth, and you watched with your mouth slightly open as he sucked what juices he had of yours on them, clean. 

Then, you had to watch him undo his breeches, tugging the loosened fabric down as his cock sprung free. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight, sure you had seen diagrams in texts but this.. oh he was so different from anything like that. 

Benedict took hold of your hand and laced his fingers with yours, while the other shifted you to lay down on the couch. He was careful to place a tender kiss to your neck, before he met your gaze. “I must warn you.. it may hurt for a moment.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered, giving his hand a squeeze. “I trust you.. more than anything.”

Though he smiled, you could tell he genuinely didn’t want to cause you harm. With your free hand, he held your wrist and guided your fingers down his chest, and past his hips, letting you grab hold of his throbbing cock. Though you weren’t totally sure what all to do, you instinctively ran your hand over him, feeling a slight wetness near his tip. 

By the way he thrusted into your palm, you could tell he did enjoy the sensation of you running your thumb over the tip of his cock to spread that secretion.  He guided your hand down to the base of him, and let you wrap your fingers firmly around him. Benedict had his hand wrapped around your, and when he moved himself closer, he dragged the head of his cock along your entrance, an erotic feeling of what was to come.

Up and down, Benedict got the feeling of your wetness on him and he shuddered in anticipation. You were perfect, you were his. He would never let you go.

“Remember, love,” he whispered, his free hand not holding his cock just at the precipice of your cunt came to your cheek, which you nestled yourself into. “If it hurts, if it feels overwhelming.. focus on us.”

You nodded, and then you felt him. His cock pressed into you and you winced slightly. He was thick and hot, and you surrounded him tightly so. Benedict grunted, but when he caught a glimpse of your furrowed brow, he was quick to pepper kisses along your forehead.

”This is.. umph-” he grunted when he was deep enough that his hand and yours were no longer necessary on his cock. But he took hold of your hand and laced his fingers with yours. “-Where it may sting, love.”

Benedict pushed his cock in further, and just like he warned there was a slight resistance, but when he bottomed himself out on you, it disappeared. Now fully erect in you, the discomfort slowly turned into a pulsation that.. started to ease any tension left in your body. Benedict was a watchful hawk, and when your face dropped any sign of discomfort he smiled, and began to pump his cock in and out of you.

Benedict couldn’t get over how perfect you felt wrapped around him. You were wet, warm, perfect. His. Each time his hips met yours, you loosened up with sweet whimpers, and that made him want to devour you. But you also deserved a beautiful experience.

“Christ you’re perfect,” he muttered to you. His hands left yours as he used his thumbs to spread your pussy lips wider. “Beautiful from every angle.”

Before you could respond you watched as Benedict gathered the spit in his mouth, before letting a trail of himself fall from his lips and you could feel the warm saliva hit your clit with perfect precision. He quickly pressed his thumb against your aching nub, matching his thrust with the roll of his digit.

“Ben-“ you barely managed out, your hips bucking upwards to meet him with each thrust. He was fucking you deeper and deeper into the couch, and he let out a low grunt. His balls were slapping against your thighs, and he was getting lost in the sensation of you clenching around him.

All he wanted was to feel you come around him, it was a desperate need that was pulsating through him. He didn’t know if he could leave this room tonight without knowing how you felt coming on his cock. Benedict increased his thrusts slightly, making sure he bottomed himself in you with each hit. 

“Tell me what you need, love,” he groaned. “Tell me what feels good.”

“Your.. touch,” you whispered, a whimper following next and Benedict nearly growled at the sound. “Your lips-“

Benedict came crashing down on you, his lips catching yours in a hot kiss that momentarily distracted you from all the sensations between your legs. His tongue was wet and greedy, but his fingers were more so. The way he was rubbing your clit was making every tension in your body evaporate, like he was just as desperate for your release like you were. 

On the precipice, you gripped ahold of him at his shoulder and arm, trying to close your legs but he was adamant to not allow that. He kept your legs forced open, and they shook under his control, and finally you reached your heights after another thrust of his cock. 

It was a quick moment of tension followed immediately by a pulsating, throbbing release. Your back pressed against the couch, arching into him to savor the feeling. Benedict, on the other hand, felt the way your pussy contracted around him and by God was it the most excruciatingly sweet feeling ever. Ripples of your soaked cunt was just what he needed. 

With a slight grunt and a few more thrusts into your aching depths, Benedict finally felt his release. His release was quicker, his cock twitching as  he continued to fuck his cum slowly into you, he glanced down to see just how wet you were between your thighs. Each of his thrusts made more of his thick sticky cum leak from you and he mumbled beneath his breath. 

“Fuck, this is such a sight,” he had muttered before finally slowing his paces. Benedict leaned down and kissed your neck tenderly, feeling your quickened pulse under his lips and he felt content just like this. Having you under him, your dress bunched at your hips, and his cock still in you while his cum drips along your thighs. 

You, still reeling from the intense session, hand trailed your hand from his shoulder and into his hair. The ramifications of this encounter hadn’t settled into your mind, you just were high on the feeling of Benedict’s lips in your skin. 

“That.. was wonderful, Ben,” you had finally managed to say and Benedict nearly purred near your ear. 

“That is only the beginning of what pleasures I can provide for you, love,” he muttered against your skin. When he lifted his head from your neck, he quickly kissed you for a moment, and let his lips linger with yours.

“Should we return before the party ends?” You asked him softly and he groaned. 

“You seem to be the more sensible one between us,” he teased and you smiled a bit. He pressed another quick kiss to you and begrudgingly slipped his cock from between your legs. “We should make haste and hope no one notices.”

Having to compose yourselves, Benedict was all too willing to help you fasten your hair back with pins just the way you had it. He took advantage of being behind you by kissing your neck and shoulders as he worked, and pressing himself against your back. You could feel your heart flutter.. He was truly all you ever wanted. 

Returning back to the party, you both managed to slip outside with no one the wiser. Benedict could barely keep his hands to himself, but knew better than to compromise you.. At least in public. 

He made it a point to escort you to your carriage, trailing behind your parents so you could linger with one another. Benedict had taken your hand in his and lifted it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 

“I promise to call on you soon,” he whispered, and gave your hand a slight squeeze. You, in turn, smiled at him softly. 

“I look forward to seeing you again, Mr. Bridgerton,” you said. There was a knowing look, shared just between the two of you. Benedict held your hand as he helped you up the step into your carriage, only letting go when he absolutely must. 

And as the carriage pulled away, and you watched the Bridgerton estate slowly disappear from view.. you thought back to your encounter with Benedict, how amazing and warm and tempting it all had been. It was a feeling you could never forget..

Unknown to you, Benedict stood in his place as he watched your carriage disappear down the path. He couldn’t seem to make himself move from his place until he knew you were well out of sight, but not out of his mind. He turned back to the estate, ready to return to his chambers and be back in the room he had just taken you in, when he paused. 

And the top of the stairs was Anthony, who looked Benedict over with an almost implacable look that made the younger Bridgerton hesitate. And then.. Anthony shook his head. 

He knew.

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1. I like my eyes

2. I like my academic ability (even if I can’t focus enough to use it)

3. I like my love of reading

4. I like my love of sports and competition

5. I like my ability to daydream because imagination makes everything better

[anakin-danvers]

URL Change

Hello everyone! I’ve decided to change my username/URL to something that better reflects my main fandoms on this blog and because after having a talk with Aileen aka @mcu-padawan I too realized my URL was too similar to my other social media

I’m very happy with the new URL and am sort of shocked it hadn’t been taken! I feel more ~official~ now, if you will.

Tagging some lovely mutuals to let y’all know:

@mcu-padawan @goldenkenobi @corellians-only @kaminobiwan @anakinsjuice @sacred-things @blxwjobsforclones @obiwankenobiness @obiiwans @obitwo @cherieboba @jediforce @roseofalderaan @likeshootingstarsinthenightsky @sweeetteaa @snips-n-skyguy0501 @drinksomecoco @hxldmxdxwn @afogocado @ohhellokenobi @obirain @avengersassemble-fics

[herecomesthewriterwitch]

When you get this, answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool!!)- rae-is-typing

hey! here are my five things: 

1. my haircut

2. my sense of humor

3. how i read quite fast

4. the fact that i’m studious when it comes to school

5. and last but not least, how fast i can type 

not all these people are following me, but i quite enjoy their blogs, so here goes: @rae-is-typing @sugarrushblondie @snarky--starky @coffee-habit @avengersassemble-fics @every-marveler-ever @winterreader-nowwriter @afictionaladventure16 @lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love @slowly-writing