#entangle myself in his bedsheets

[zomboivex]

Thinking about Surfer Rui™ and how incredibly fucking hot I find that.

Thinking about his calves and arms.

Thinking about his skin tanning. Maybe some silly tan line from his swim shorts.

Thinking about how he smells like the salty ocean.

Thinking about how he dances in night clubs with a bit of sweat and booze clinging to his skin.

Thinking about how he would have a puka shell and shark tooth necklace.

Thinking about how on particularly hot days, he’d eat a popsicle and make eye contact.

Thinking about how sand clings to his feet when he gets out of the ocean.

Thinking about his forbidden ass hands.

[gghostwriter]

Poison Me, I’m Fine

Spencer Reid x Songwriter!Fem!Reader

Summary: Your choice of poison was Spencer Reid. Who knew he would kill you and set you free in the process

Warning: angst with no happy ending

A/n: I feel insane for writing this in one sitting and not editing it. There's no part 2 for this, I just wanted to purge myself of this angst plot that took over me. This is probably the closest I could write to a singer-songwriter reader x spencer, granted she just writes for other pop stars (maybe I'll write some popstar!reader next time idk yet.) Also, 'Free Now by Gracie Abrams' and 'The Black Dog by Taylor Swift' was on repeat when I wrote this so you can spot some inspiration from both here. Hope you like it!

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You don’t know why you settled for less. Why you opted to walk on a blurry tight rope, why you chose a crumbling place to land on, and why you chose to enter a situationship that will end in heartbreak. Actually, scratch that, you do know why. Spencer Reid, that was enough reason for you to put yourself on the line. Or it was until your treacherous, greedy heart wanted more. 

Does she follow like an echo? Like your shadow, you can try, but you can't run

It started with hushed whispers. Your mind slowly poisoning itself with what ifs and scenarios where he was fully yours, just like how he unknowingly owned you—mind, body, and soul. Whispers of—wouldn’t it be nice to visit this museum again with Spencer or he’d love this newly opened vintage bookstore around the block or it’d be nice to see the stars with him right now. You tried to cleanse those thoughts away but that’s the thing, poison that has entered your bloodstream is hard to remove. 

It's a pain that I caught you at a bad time It's a shame that I memorized your outline

It morphed to vivid imagery next—hallucinations so life-like that you found yourself believing it half of the time. Portraits of him and you holding hands as you both walked down the streets, phantom outlines of you together swaying close to muted music, and shadows of you and him twisting in bedsheets. All untrue, except for the latter. You attempt to blink them all away with no success. Your heart reluctant to part with the delusion than face the truth—that he had only offered you his body and nothing else.

Every page that I wrote, you were on it Feel you deep in my bones, you're the current

It seeped out of you next—to your writings, to your works as if your body was doing its best to reject the poison away. To save itself from the nearing death that seemed inevitable in the end. Your poetry, your lyrics, and your art all contain entangled webs of metaphors and colors that lead back to him. Purple streaks on your canvas to represent his favorite, his beloved authors mentioned in your verses, and symbolisms of his career scattered all over—cuffs, guns, shot and everything in between. You tried to pour it all out of you, the dark and sticky emotion of despair and longing covering you and all extensions of you. Everyone noticed the change. The dimming of lights in your eyes and the shadows that threaten to swallow you whole. Everyone noticed—your family, friends, colleagues, and even the pop stars that buy your singles. Everyone except for the one that could save you, Spencer. 

It turned into screams next. It was as if your body gathered all its remaining strength to shout for help or to howl in pain, you’re not sure really. All you’re sure of was that the end was near. The end was coming to free you from everything—from him. The trigger was overhearing him discuss you with his friend and male co-worker during a run-in in his apartment where he had no choice but to introduce you. Six months of pseudo dating him and no one knew you existed.

You excused yourself to the bathroom, wanting to escape the tension emitting from the situation and when you came back, that’s when you heard it. The lethal blow to your already dying heart.

“She seems nice,” his friend, Morgan, commented.

Spencer shrugged. “She’s no Maeve—not as deep but she’s—she’s safe.”

You bit your lip, trying to stop it from quivering lest you whimper out loud the pain his words has caused you.

Donning on a fake smile on your face, you watched as Morgan left with a wave goodbye to you and a casual ‘see you again.’ Not like that would ever come true.

Within seconds, you felt your mask cracking as tears slowly trickled down your face.

“I love you.”

They say the truth sets us free but not this truth. All it did was crash, burn, and pulverize your already precarious stacks of sticks that represent you and him. 

Silence.

“You know, when we first started this—whatever this is—I promised to myself that I wouldn’t fall for you. That this was purely physical, sex,” you sardonically laughed. “But you know what I realized, that you were easy to fall in love with. So easy that I found myself ruined even before I could comprehend where and when it happened.”

“We agreed, didn’t we? That we would tell the truth and stop when feelings are starting to get involved. Why didn’t you tell me?” 

You roughly swiped away the tears. “I didn’t know when it happened, Spencer! I thought if I stuck it out long enough, you’d feel something for me too! But that was foolish of me to believe. I see it now.” 

“See what?” 

You walked towards him, invading his personal space. The same way he did with yours. “That you’re not ready. Honestly I’d prefer if my opponent was standing in front of me. At least I could gauge if I had the chance to win. But with her, she’s gone, Spencer—” you jabbed your pointy finger on his chest, where his heart was. “I’m fighting with a ghost who I can’t even land a hit on. A ghost who haunts your every waking and dreaming moment. Tell me, Spencer, how do I compete with that—when I feel there’s little to no space for me. I exist only in between and in your limbo when you’re craving for a physical companion. How do I win, Spencer? Tell me or should I just throw in the towel?” 

“Y/N—”

His eyes contained the answer and although it wasn’t what you were wishing for, it was what you subconsciously knew you needed to free you. 

You nodded your head. “I guess—I guess this is it, huh. End of the line for us.” 

“I guess so.” 

You gathered your coat, haphazardly strewn on the floor—just like the pieces of your shattered heart and as you stepped out of his threshold, you gave yourself one last chance to memorize his outlines.

“Goodbye, Spencer.” 

And finally, the poison had killed you and had set you free. 

If you feel like fallin', catch me on the way down Never been less empty, all I feel is free now

[dreamingonfilm]

✧˖*°࿐ Pretending | D.M

Draco Malfoy x reader, angst

Summary: In which you watch as Draco slowly falls out of love with you, knowing there’s nothing you can do about it.

W/C: 782

a/n: this silly little blurb was inspired by Washing Machine Heart by Mitski!

You could tell by the way that he looked at you, that he was not yours anymore. 

With every passing day, you found yourself alone in a corridor waiting for him to surprise you, to give you a kiss good-morning as you two would walk to get breakfast as you usually do. At first it was slow, he’d be five minutes late, then ten, thirty, but now – here you were. Alone in a corridor with nothing left but the memories of the boy who once loved you.

On the days that he used to take you to breakfast, he would make your tea just how you liked it. You’d drink it and smile, each morning, this small act of endearment was just enough. Enough for you to continue the day basking in the love that you and Draco had for each other. 

The later he was to pick you up in the corridor, the more you’d have to remind him about how you liked your tea. He’d forget the sugar, he’d serve it without honey, and soon enough – just like the empty halls – you’d find yourself staring at an empty porcelain cup. Aching to fill it up with his love, but knowing that he wasn’t there anymore.

Whenever you’d have the privilege of running into him, he’d offer you a small smile. You’d run up to the platinum-haired boy, expecting him to give you a kiss on the nose like how he used to, but all he would do is stare. His eyes no longer full of the adoration they once had, but now empty and confused – as if you were a mere stranger.

But how were you to tell him that you know him? The way he’d look whenever he starts to fall asleep on the common room couch, the way his heart beats whenever you’d find yourself entangled in his arms underneath a willow tree, the way that his voice sounds like on rainy spring mornings. He was well too intertwined with you. 

So you would scream it out. Your lungs burning as you yelled – all your anger coming out all at once. Your head pounding as you got louder and louder. Your fist ached as you collided with them into his chest. All he could do was stare. This was you shouting into the void, shouting “I love you,” and begging, “Take all of me; I give myself to you,” a testimony of love that would be cut off by his voice echoing all throughout your body.

“This isn’t you.” 

And maybe he was right. 

But you would try again, and again, and again, until you would get it right. Until you turned into something that he could look at without having to glance the other way. Until your tea becomes easier for him to memorize. Until the halls would be filled with the sound of his footsteps clashing with your own. You would trace his scars and make them yours, how was this not you? Your love was his to keep.

It took time, but soon enough you were there in his room again. His heavy breathing in the nape of your neck as you brushed your hands through his hair. You’d run your fingers through the knots, and would laugh when he’d complain. His hands softly rubbing circles onto your bare stomach as he would mumble incoherent words onto your skin.

He would whisper that he loves you and glare into your eyes. A lazy smile appearing on his face, but he was not looking at you. 

And so you would cry into his bedsheets, you’d swear to yourself that you’d curse her name until the day you’d die, the scent of his pillow now drowning you as you make out her perfume. How could you have been so blind?

“It’s not me you want, is it?”

And he would nod.

You’d stare at your reflection in his eyes, but it wasn’t you anymore. Your face shifting into the image of her, your nose changing shape as your hair grew into the long cascading ray that fell upon her shoulders. Yes, he was looking into your eyes, kissing your shoulder blades, holding you tightly underneath the covers, but you weren’t what he was seeing.

A string of apologies would flow from out of his mouth, but it was not his fault. Here you were on a ledge, begging for him to help you, but all he could do was whisper her name into the piercing cold air. It brushes past your cheek as you let go. 

And you’d fall into the water, holding onto the idea that maybe one day he could be yours again. 

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[nightofnyx8]

hello friend!!! <33 i was just wondering if you'd be so kind/would like to share anything you're working on atm with us? can't wait to see what u create next 😍

Oh hello my darling friend! It is so good to hear from you! Yes, I actually have three WIPS in the work. I'm working on the latest chapter of Song of the Raven of course, but I also have two side projects that I tend to go back and forth on in their progress.

The first one is a Loid and Anya oneshot, where Loid discovers the perils of raising a teenage daughter.

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Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over the breakfast table of 128 Park Avenue. The perpetrators being himself, of course (his wife was rarely involved in matters of domestic conflict), and his sixteen-year-old daughter, jaw set tight with her arms folded across her chest.

“I said no.”

Anya throws her arms up in the air dramatically. “Oh there’s a shocker, you disagreeing with me on something. Gotta throw in at least one lecture before school starts.”

Loid resists the urge to rub his temples, something he knew would only agitate her further. Over the years, Anya’s boundless enthusiasm combined with his rather dry sense of humor had resulted in a very stubborn teenage girl, her sharp tongue armed with sarcasm and theatrics at every turn of the conversation. “How many times are we going to have this argument, Anya? I’m not going to change my mind.”

“That’s because you don’t trust me!”

“I do trust you,” he sighs, clenching the handle of his mug of coffee. “But there are certain things I don’t want you involved in—”

Anya rolls her eyes. “I’m not a child anymore, Papa. I can handle myself.”

“We know, sweetie.” Yor materializes from the kitchen and places a plate of burnt toast in front of Anya. “We just don’t want you getting hurt, that’s all.”

She tries to place a kiss to her daughter’s forehead, but Anya dodges with a look of sheer annoyance, making Yor retreat back to the stove with a pained but understanding smile. Evidentially it was “embarrassing” to still be coddled by one’s mother at this age, but the sight of his wife’s slumped shoulders did nothing to cool his temper.

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The second one is a bit steamier, a oneshot of twiyor waking up in bed together.

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Yor flips onto her back, stretching both arms over her head to avoid waking her husband. Both of them had gotten back from their respective missions rather late, Franky already snoring on the couch by the time they made it home. Loid had gone to check in on their slumbering daughter while she had brewed him a cup of tea. Both of them tended to their wounds in the bathtub as he kissed each one of her calloused fingers, lifting her up in his arms and carrying her to the bedroom.

A sudden blush heats her cheeks as she looks underneath the white, billowy covers and remembers that her nightgown was now somewhere on the floor, entirely forgotten after her husband had thrown it aside the night before. It’s chilly in the late autumn air, though she supposed that was her fault for cracking the window open. She had always preferred to sleep cold, loving the way the rain woke her up in the morning. She contemplates staying a little while longer in bed, curled up next to her husband without a care in the world, but she really did have a lot of chores to catch up on. The laundry pile had become quite neglected in the past couple of weeks.

Gently entangling herself from her husband, Yor starts to pry herself away from the inviting warmth of the bedsheets and swings her legs over the edge of the mattress, rubbing sleep out of her eyes before a bare arm suddenly shoots out and hooks around her waist, dragging her back underneath the covers.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

A sort of squeak escapes past her lips, making him chuckle. Her heart drums even faster in her chest. “But the laundry—”

“Forget the laundry. I’ll just buy you new clothes instead.”

“Loid, that’s entirely…oh…”

His lips, which had been working their way down the nape of her neck, pause in their work. She can almost feel him smile, cool and wanting against her feverish skin. “Yes?”

She bites her swollen lip, allowing her husband to roll her onto her back again as he finds the tender space at the corner of her jaw, letting his teeth graze over her racing pulse. Her eyelids flutter closed. “Nevermind.”

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We'll see which one gets done first! My mind works best when it jumps from place to place (it's a very chaotic place), but rest assured I'll get them out! Thank you for the ask and I can't wait to see what you're working on as well! <3

[pagesfromthevoid]

Just read whatever the poets say all over again, and oh man!! So good 🤌🏻

Whatever the Poets Say | b.b | 19

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: I don’t even have a good excuse why this took so long. It’s just been. It’s been a weird time in the Clearwood world

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Marriage has always been viewed as a business contract. My father and mother may be outliers –they seemingly were in love until the moment the breath was stolen from her lungs. Perhaps my in-laws are outliers as well, given their abilities to find someone they love with such ease. But there are not many who believe that marriage should be for anything more than gaining station in life. It always has been, and always will be, a business contract. 

Perhaps I should consider myself lucky, then. 

Perhaps I should be happy that the man I love is the man I chose to marry. That there was no need for a dowry, or a contract, or societal gain. I fell in love with him, and he with me, and through tragedy and snares, we married for love and nothing more.

If only everyone else could be so lucky.

Excerpt from Whatever the Poets Say by an anonymous young woman

“I cannot believe he’s truly going through with this,” she murmured, adjusting Benedict’s tie one more time. 

“Perhaps you were simply…projecting your feelings onto Anthony and Kate?” Benedict suggested, looking over her head and at himself in the mirror. He had a playful grin on his face. “You were blissfully in love when you first spoke with her.”

She rolled her eyes. “I was certainly not projecting when I saw them come out of a broom closet together,” she countered, patting his chest gently before pulling away. Her cheek rested on his arm as she stood behind him, taking in their appearances in the mirror. His hand found hers, intertwining their fingers. “Or when Anna saw your brother naked in the garden!”

“Excuse me, what?” Benedict’s eyes widened, looking down at her now.

“Oh dear, did I not tell you?”

“No!” He exclaimed, running his hands over his face. “You didn’t! When did she see that?”

She hummed, tapping her chin lightly as she thought back. “About a week ago, I believe. Shortly after…” She motioned between the two of them, other hand tugging gently on his suit jacket. Her cheeks warmed from the memory of tangling in bedsheets. “Anna said that she saw Anthony outside in the gardens, carrying his boots, and when she returned to the house, she saw a rather disheveled Kate hurrying upstairs.”

“Oh hell.”

“I said something similar,” she admitted, pulling back from him. “Hence why I am so surprised that he is following through with the wedding.”

A knock sounded at the door, with Lord Everly poking his head inside. He had been the one that was “chaperoning” the two of them that morning. She was certain Lady Bridgerton had caught on to Lord Everly’s frequent absences. Following their entanglement in the sheets, the two had joined the families at breakfast. Lady Bridgerton was watching them the entire time; eyeing the lingering touches, the longing stares. Lady Bridgerton knew, and this was causing her father to make more appearances than usual in the last week. 

“Benedict, son, you are needed in the church. They are taking their places.”

She reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling softly up at him before he pulled away. Benedict pat Lord Everly’s shoulder, taking a breath before he exited, leaving the two Everly’s standing there. She crossed her arms over her chest, stepping into the doorway with her father as she watched Benedict leave. 

“This is going to be an absolute disaster, isn’t it?” She asked, resting her temple against her father’s shoulder. 

“Oh, try to be optimistic, my dear,” her father insisted, wrapping an arm around her. “If it goes as poorly as we think it will, then no one will be worried about your wedding next week.”

She let out a breathy laugh, covering her mouth. “Papa! That is mean!”

“But true.”

She laughed again as Lord Everly guided them out into the hallway, toward the church. He held her hand in the crook of his arm, giving her a teasing smile as they joined the remainder of the Bridgerton family. With the younger children trailing at Lord Everly’s heels, she pulled away and ushered herself closer to Daphne and Simon, smiling at their baby with a little finger wave. 

Eloise sat on the other side of Simon, waving half-heartedly, hesitant in her greeting. Her cheeks were flushed, clearly still worried that Miss Everly was upset with her. But the future Mrs. Bridgerton simply smiled —a forgiving smile; one that reached her eyes with a small spark of gratitude. After all, Eloise may very well have started her writing career. If it hadn’t been for the rumor she had started, the Queen would not have read the journal.

The gesture seemed to ease Eloise’s tense posture and she stood, forcing Daphne and Simon to scoot down so she could sit beside her future sister-in-law. Daphne rolled her eyes knowingly, earning a gentle elbow from Simon who kept his eyes up front.

“You’re not mad at me, then?” Eloise whispered, leaning in closer to her.

She shook her head, leaning in herself. “I was, but the Queen was very interested in the novel I was writing. I do not think she would have ever seen it if it hadn’t been for you. So you are forgiven, if only because it seems to have benefitted my future.”

“I’ll take it!” Eloise exclaimed, throwing her arms around Miss Everly’s shoulders with excitement. “I assume you and Benedict made up as well then.”

“And then some,” she hummed in response as Eloise pulled away. 

Eloise’s brow furrowed and she opened her mouth to question Miss Everly but the music started playing, announcing the start of the ceremony. Eloise sat back as she sat up a bit straighter, waving at Benedict with a sly smile. He merely smirked back, hands clasped behind his back as he leaned in to whisper something to Anthony. Whatever he said prompted the eldest Bridgerton to elbow Benedict in annoyance. She watched the interaction with curiosity, following Anthony’s gaze as it moved to Kate. 

Kate stood, waiting patiently for her sister to walk down the aisle. The lavender dress she wore complimented her nicely, and Miss Everly noted mentally that she didn’t think she had ever seen Kate in a dress that didn’t compliment her. However, the lively color did not match the despondent look on the older woman’s face. Kate was looking anywhere but Anthony, fiddling with the bracelet around her wrist. However, she was certain that Kate could feel Anthony’s stare; Miss Everly could feel it from across the church and he wasn’t even staring at her.

As the processional music began, she and Eloise stood, watching as Edwina slowly made her way down the aisle. Edwina looked beautiful, truly –there were few things that were more beautiful than a bride on her wedding day. However, as the bride walked down the aisle and made her way to her future husband, it was clear that he was not looking at her.

Anthony’s eyes were on Kate, who still fiddled with the bracelet around her wrist. Who kept her eyes on her younger sister, knowing all too well what would happen next. Benedict cleared his throat, forcing Anthony’s gaze away from Kate and back to his bride. Edwina stood happily before him, flowers in hand and an adoring smile. But Anthony’s eyes simply could not remain on his future wife; every few seconds, his gaze would venture back to Kate.

Eloise was not nearly as interested in the minor ministrations of her brother, instead focusing on the bishop’s sermon. Miss Everly’s attention finally returned to Eloise, making a face at the bishop’s commentary on marrying not for man’s carnal desires. Eloise elbowed her, nodding to the front where Benedict was reacting similarly as his future wife was. It was a rather strange thing to bring up during the ceremony, though she supposed she understood why. Sort of, at least.

As the bishop asked for Anthony to repeat after him, Kate’s bracelet snapped off and fell to the floor. In what felt like a dream of a moment, Miss Everly watched with wide eyes as Anthony dropped Edwina’s hands and rushed to help Kate. The church fell silent, watching with sudden realization what they had been missing the entire time.

Anthony Bridgerton was in love with Kate Sharma.

However, it wasn’t everyone else’s reaction that mattered –it was Edwina’s. 

And it was Edwina who was running down the aisle, veil trailing behind her, as Kate ran after her. The Queen stood in anger, demanding what was going on as Anthony stood helpless at the altar. Benedict stood awkwardly, clutching his hands in front of him as he looked around. The two met each other’s gaze, and she shook her head knowingly. Benedict just nodded in agreement before glancing back at his brother and Kate, who were both now following as Edwina stormed out of the church.

Eloise leaned over, whispering quietly, “I just lost my bet against Colin. I thought it would be Anthony that called it off.”

Miss Everly simply ran a satin gloved hand over her face, sighing.

*****

“I cannot believe I was so blind!”

It had been the fourth or fifth time Edwina had yelled that in the last few days since the wedding. The Sharma’s had taken residence with the Everly’s –trying to keep Kate and Anthony as far from one another as possible. All while trying to keep Edwina from committing sororicide; she and Kate had not spoken more than a few bitter words since the wedding.

Miss Everly had been doing her best to comfort both women; however, playing neutral was a rather hard thing to do when she had known the entire time. She had known how Anthony and Kate felt, having been observing them whenever she could. Watching how Anthony interacted with Kate compared to Edwina. Certainly, he was not mean to Edwina –but he certainly wasn’t as attentive to her as he was to Kate. 

Though his stunt at the wedding clearly proved that.

But both sisters needed comfort in someone who was not their mother, and while Lord Everly was a lovely man, Miss Everly was the only one available during the day. So she leant an ear to both Kate and Edwina, who had…strangely similar takes on the situation. Kate was angry with herself; Edwina was angry with Kate. However, Miss Everly felt that most of the blame should not be left on Kate; Anthony is the one who chose to be a fool. Kate may not have said anything, but Anthony could have avoided the situation entirely…

“You should consider yourself lucky,” Miss Everly offered, poking the needle through her embroidery pattern. “If you had married him, he would have been a terrible husband.”

“You say that as if you are not about to be his sister,” Edwina shot back, crossing her arms as she dropped onto the couch. 

“I say that as someone who has seen what men who do not love their wives do,” she countered, setting her work in her lap. “If you had married him, you would have been in a loveless marriage with a man who loves your sister. And while you may resent Kate now, you may not always. If you had married Anthony, you would have hated her over time –and she, you.”

Edwina stared at her for a long time, arms crossed over her chest bitterly. It bothered Edwina that Miss Everly was probably right; she could see it in the young woman’s eyes as she huffed in agitation.

“How are you barely older than me yet so full of romantic advice?” Edwina asked, tone softer than before but still sharp.

“Years of reading, I suppose,” she offered as an explanation, twisting the thread and needle in her hand. “I suppose it helps that my father has taught me quite a bit about knowing what I deserve, as well.”

“Did you…did you know?”

Miss Everly looked at her hands for a moment before nodding slowly. “I think most of us did, truthfully. But I think I was one of the first to notice. I quite enjoy people watching. It’s a bad habit of mine.”

“I cannot believe I was so blind,” Edwina repeated, though now she was murmuring. “I never thought he loved me, but I never thought he couldn’t love me. I thought he could learn to love me –”

“You deserve someone who loves you without a lesson,” she quickly interrupted, frowning deeply. “You deserve to be loved by someone who does so like they breathe: automatically, without question. Something they just know to do. No one should learn to love the person they are bound to forever.”

“Is that how it is for you and Benedict? You just…you just know how to love each other?”

“I do believe there is a difference between learning to love someone because you are forced to and learning what sort of love to give to someone you already love,” she explained, twirling the thread around her finger slowly. “I never needed to learn to love Benedict; but I have learned how to give him love. What things he needs in order to feel it from me. And he has learned what I need in return. But I never needed to learn to love him. I simply just…do.

“And while I am sure Anthony would have been able to learn to give you the kind of love you need, it would not be genuine and I feel like you would notice it isn’t. And that isn’t fair to you.”

Edwina’s arms had uncrossed, coming to rest her hands in her lap as she listened to Miss Everly speak. Her once sour expression had softened, and she listened closely with a faint smile on her lips.

“That does sound wonderful,” Edwina sighed, looking at her hands for a second. Then she looked back up at her. “I…I am not angry with Kate, you know. Not because she is in love with Anthony, at least.”

“You’re mad she didn’t tell you she was,” she finished, nodding a bit. “I understand. I think…I think you should talk to Kate; I think that you should hear her out.”

Edwina shook her head, taking a breath. “I…I am not ready, I don’t think.”

“Well, you need to at least pretend to be ready, because I believe the families are planning a ball to try to fix everyone’s reputation.”

“I cannot believe anyone thinks a ball is a good idea right now.”

“I don’t think any of us young people think it’s a good idea –however, your mother, Lady Bridgerton, my father and Lady Danbury do.”

“Of course they do.”

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[nikoruistyping]

Sunday Mornings || Tom Holland

Boyfriend!Tom x Fem!reader

Prompt: A Fluffy but Spicy Sunday morning routine with your boyfriend Tom

Summary: You wake up with your boyfriend Tom and you go through your morning routine together but then it ends a bit unexpectedly

TW: Fluff, Semi-Smut, Kissing/Making Out, Partial Nudity, Swearing, Tessa being cute af, Dancing/Bumping and Grinding, Possible Kitchen Fire?

Word Count: 3,175

A/N: I just really wanted to write some quick spicy fluff about how a normal morning would go if you lived with Tom. Also I recommend listening to Cake by the Ocean by DNCE when it is mentioned. I probably missed a lot of details because I rushed this but eventually I want to add more canon stuff as time goes on.

The sun is shining through the little crack in the curtains casting a shadow onto the bedsheets, slowly heating them up and making it hard for you to leave the bed. You scrunch your nose, tossing and turning to the right side of the bed. You can hear the faint stickiness of slobber and panting until you end up getting hit in the face with something clearly soft. (I know what you're thinking but it's not that type of soft and wet). Your eyes flicker open, slowly being greeted with Tessa's bright eyes and her tail wagging back and forth hitting the bedsheets. Her cute smile grows wider when you place your hand on the top of her head and pet her, scratching softly right between her little ears. Her coat so beautiful, that shine of dark grey with a hint of blue, she is truly breathtaking. At this point, you and Tom have been together so long that Tessa saw you as her dog mom, she would even miss you when you would go out to grab groceries.

You hear a faint "Aww" come from the doorframe and you glance out of the corner of your eye seeing Tom. His phone is out, already snapping pictures of you and Tessa as you both whip your heads at him smiling. You stretch your legs out, entangling your naked legs in his soft silk sheets. You run your fingers through your hair rustling up the roots as the rest cascades down your shoulders and down your back earning another whispered "Wow". You let a little smirk come across your face as you wink at him flashing him what he would call "The most beautiful smile he has ever seen."

"You know I can hear you over there you know, right? You could just join us instead of standing there in awe." You say cheekily smiling as you lean in closer to Tessa to give her kisses and she equally does the same with her slobbery tongue.

"I just couldn't help myself, you're both the loves of my life. Although that idea isn't a bad one, I might take you up on that." He says making his way over to the bed and getting on the other side of Tessa as she is in between you both and he starts to pet her back as she is clearly pleased with it that her eyes get dazed and relaxed.

You glance over, smiling at Tom as you can't stop smiling anytime he is near you. Little moments like these made you only fall deeper in love with him, it was the little things that made you smile the most. You both have been living together for 2 years now and this is how most of your Sundays together would start. You knew he would ask any minute now...

"So my darling, what do you want to eat for breakfast today? I promise I won't burn it this time." He says with a little giggle coming from the both of you as you remembered last Sunday he nearly caused a fire on the stove, being as it was the first time you let him make the omelets.

"Well I think the first thing is that I should handle the omelets this time, maybe you can take care of the toast? That is if you can manage not to burn it too." You say raising your eyebrow as you look over to him and he rolls his eyes crossing his arms.

"Oh come on, I'm just joking now! Seriously though you better make sure you have penthouse insurance." You say sticking your tongue out playfully and he just lets out a chuckle in response to your smart remarks.

"Now you don't worry about that, if anything I should get insurance for that flood you almost caused in the bathroom last week." He says snickering at his equally smartass remark right back, being able to joke with him in this way was one thing you loved about your relationship.

"Hey! I swear it was not my fault, the handle of the shower broke and I couldn't shut it off. Not my fault this penthouse keeps breaking, this place has to be cursed. First, your A/C was broken and then there was that blackout when we were watching Netflix. What else can possibly go wrong in this place?" You say remembering fondly how you both would deal with the silly mishaps that would happen. The memories you both had created in his penthouse. Your remark was followed by a bark from Tessa which broke up the conversation.

"Well, this place only started breaking when we started dating so I guess you could say it's cursed with our love." He says with a cheesy smile and you blush at the comment but it earns him a playful slap on the arm.

"I guess we will never know, I'll have to keep living here to find out."

"I have no issue at all with that darling." He says as he leans in close to you, his hand cupping your cheek, his soft lips against yours.

His kisses never get old. The hot passionate kisses, sweet and short kisses, and lustful sloppy kisses all of them being your favorites. His lips were just addictive, you could never help yourself into not wanting to give in or let alone stop yourself. This was all a part of his plan to delay breakfast by seeing if he could spend just 10 more minutes in bed with you cuddling before you'd have to drag him out because your bellies would growl. Every single time you would let him win and get away with it.

You could feel his hands snake around to rest upon your waist pushing the sheets that were covering your legs. Your hands find their way to the nape of his neck, your fingers entangling into his long curly locks, your nails tracing patterns into his scalp. Tessa clearly got the message as Tom kept drawing himself closer to you that she barked hopping out of the bed quickly. You both let out a giggle as your lips parted for only a second, his eyes looking into yours with that little sparkle of his. You tugged lightly at his hair knowing he loved how you would always play with it and he crawled in closer till he was on top of you, his muscular build towering over your small yet thicker frame. His lips pressed up against yours, his hands roaming up your body, his hand slipping under your shirt squeezing your delicate body in all the right ways. Both of your legs were entangled together as the only thing you could focus on was his soft flushed lips brushing and pressing up against your own as your tounges danced in unison, pressing and pushing against each other. He quickly started to pepper kisses down your jawline and towards your neck knowing it was your weak spot. You could feel his eyes on you taking in every little squirm and gasp leaving your lips that you tried so hard to hold in.

"Tom...you're trying to stall aren't you-," You say biting your lip in the process as he pauses to look up at you, his hands sliding down to rest on your thighs.

"Hmm...maybe...maybe not, I just wanted to enjoy a few more minutes in bed with you. Is that a crime?" He asks, his voice as innocent as ever.

"It certainly isn't but by the way, you're kissing me those are kisses that are gonna land us in bed for the rest of the day and not a few minutes," You say with a little smirk because he knew exactly what you meant.

"Come on, I'm seriously hungry. Plus I don't think I would be able to continue while Tessa watches." You say laughing as you point towards the doorway. You see her as she patiently sits waiting for you both to get out of bed. Tom turns his head to look at the door and groans a bit but still laughs at the situation.

"Fine, fine, you know I like to cuddle when you wake up but if you want to eat then so be it. Come on darling." He says as he pushes himself up with his elbows and hops out of the bed, his hand stretched out to help you up.

You take his hand and pop out of bed, following his lead as you start to toss your hair into a messy bun and make your way down the hall of the lovely apartment you both share. Tessa's paws clacked on the wooden floors as she was at both of your feet and following you towards the kitchen. You see Tom bend down to one of the kitchen cabinets to go grab the frying pans and then making his way to the fridge to grab the eggs for you.

"Remember Tommy, you're on toast duty. No omelet making for you." You say in a semi-serious tone but letting out a giggle as you go over to the sink turning the faucet on and washing your hands to get started cooking. You go over to the rack as you grab your apron off the hook and you tie it tightly making sure it was secure around your body so you wouldn't make a mess all over your PJs.

"Yes, chef!" He says in a playful tone as he salutes you from across the kitchen and you can't help but laugh at how silly he could be sometimes.

You go over to grab one of the frying pans ready to heat it up as you grab the eggs Tom had taken out for you and you crack them one by one, taking a fork to whisk them into a bright yellow liquid. You poured the liquid into the pan and started to slowly stir and curdle the egg just enough so that it would be perfect for flipping.

Meanwhile, you look down the kitchen counter, towards the toaster, and you can already see Tom is up to no good as he pulls out his phone and puts on an upbeat song on blast as it plays in the background. Cake by the Ocean starts playing and you can already see him making his way to you as you stand over the stove with a spatula in hand. You glance over to see him moving his hips to the rhythm of the song and doing the cutest little dance as he pops the toast into the toaster and turns the dial. You can see him slowly shimming his way down to the stove where you stood as he was still jamming out, humming the tune to himself as his whole body seemed to be moving to the beat.

"Those dance moves aren't too shabby babe." You comment as you try your best to focus on the eggs making sure they don't burn this time.

Next thing you know he was already behind you, still moving his feet and hips to the beat, his hands gluing themselves to your waist from behind. His fingers trying to move your hips to match his rhythm, squeezing your curves as you could feel his hands travel next to your abdomen, sprawling against the skin on your stomach. He starts to slowly undo the knot you had tied on the back of your apron. You start to slowly give in as you started to move your feet to the beat stepping back and forth and your shoulders rolling side to side.

"It would be even more fun if you joined me." He says whispering into your ear, a cheeky smile that you could feel come across his lips even though you weren't even looking at him yet.

You make sure to lower the heat, turning the knob all the way down, as you give in to his charming skills to get you to dance, and by the time you turn around he had already taken off your apron and it went flying to the floor. The song still playing in the background and the moment the word "Cake" is said in the song you could feel his hands squeeze your ass as you had quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and followed his steps.

"I swear Tommy you're gonna cause a fire in this kitchen one day." You say as you're still following the beat and rolling your whole body as you can feel him take advantage of the situation to unnecessarily grind against you, although you weren't complaining one bit.

"Depends...where exactly is that fire located?" He says raising an eyebrow as he looks up and down your body and he grabs your waist once more, spinning you around as you follow the movement and you come right back to him, your hands landing on his chest as he catches you in his arms.

"I guess you're going to have to find out." You say with a cheeky smile and you push him back, his legs hitting the back of the kitchen counter as his hands gripped the marble top.

Your fingers slowly make their way down his bare chest, oh how you loved seeing him shirtless. You could feel the goosebumps forming on his skin as you touched him and his eyes never faltered looking at you as he saw how much powers you sometimes really had over him to just make him melt in the palm of your hand. One of your fingers traced a pattern onto his v-line as you teased at the band of his sweatpants. Your hands made their way back up to his face as you cupped his face, your fingers sprawling across his cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his neck, you just kept looking at him in those mysterious brown eyes of his making you bite your lip in the process.

"Don't mind if I do." He says as you can feel his hands quickly reach your waist and the next thing you know you were the one with your legs up against the kitchen counter as he took control of the situation. 

You hopped onto the counter as he closed the gap in between you both as he pushed further between your legs. His hands came up to cup your face as he slowly placed his lips on your and it never got old how passionate and loving his kisses were. You took the liberty of wrapping your legs around his waist bringing him as close as humanly possible to you as your raked your fingers through his messy bedhead curls the more that your lips moved against his in unison. His tongue pushed against yours as you both seemed to lose track of time and get entranced in the kiss. He pulled away from the kiss and started to pepper kisses down your jaw, your neck, and making sure to suck gently on the spot that got you melting like butter. You let a small moan escape your lips hoping he couldn't hear how good you actually felt but the way you curled your fingers behind his neck definitely let him know that you were clearly enjoying yourself. He started to make his way down your body, when coming into contact with your baggy t-shirt, he smirked as his hands slid underneath your shirt with no problem and he was already lifting it off your head for you as you were completely exposed and half-naked now. You let out a gasp at the cold air hitting your body, which made you only tighten your legs around his waist and he took that as an encouragement to keep going as his kisses slowly started to descent down the valley between your breasts, onto your stomach, and down to your waistline. His nimble fingers found no issue whatsoever hooking into the side of your panties as he started to slowly pull them down. You were so close to already losing your mind and wanting him to just taste you as you bit your lip trying to hold in all the pretty sounds your mouth was making. His lips delicately touched your inner thigh as his kisses only got closer and closer to the heat between your legs.

Before he could continue any further in wanting to just devour you, the smell of burnt was clouding up the kitchen and your headshot up and your legs closed on instinct and hitting his head in the process.

"Ow! What was that for-" Tom was protesting but before he could continue any further the fire alarm started to go off, beeping like no tomorrow as the kitchen started to be fogged up by the smell of burnt toast and eggs.

"Fuck! Fuck!" He started to say as he quickly ran over to the toaster turning it off and quickly turning the dial on the stove off completely as he started to cough at all the smoke filling up the apartment, Tessa's barking not faltering as she came in running to the kitchen and barking at the alarm kept screeching.

You scramble to put yourself together by pulling up your panties and grabbing your shirt and putting it on again as you hopped off the counter and went over to the window opening the latch and hoping it could air out the smoke.

"See, Tom! I told you that you would cause a fire in this kitchen." You say with a cough as you laugh at the same time.

"Well in my defense it was not only my fault, I got distracted..." He says as he looks your way and you just roll your eyes at him.

"Definitely not an excuse Mr. Holland." You say as you fan your hands back and forth as you try to fan the smoke out of the apartment the best way you can.

"You're going to have to fix this fire later," You say as you motion to your nether regions.

"But right now you better get dressed and go get breakfast somewhere because I'm starving and you know I get angry when I'm hungry." You say as if commanding him to do so as you point to the bedroom and he lets out a groan of annoyance.

"There clearly is no Sunday morning that isn't exciting when it comes to you." He says with a quick smile as he walks over to you, giving you a kiss on the cheek as your arms are crossed and your face still in a grumpy pout. You let up the façade and you kiss him right back on the cheek your hands squeezing his shoulders.

"I love you darling but right now I have a big kitchen mess to clean up and you still have breakfast to go get for us." You say as you pat his arm and you let out a big sigh as you look at the big mess you had to look forward to cleaning.

"Gotta love Sunday mornings..." you say to yourself letting out an exhausted sigh.

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period pains

emotional feyre and mother hen rhys :)

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(Feyre POV)

It was the painful jolt in my lower abdomen that startled me awake suddenly at three in the morning. I blearily peeled my eyes open with a groan.

There it was. Another jolt. Although this one lasted at least ten seconds longer than the last.

I knew that feeling. Mother Nature had arrived.

I slowly forced myself to move into a sitting position, despite the burning ache I felt in every inch of my body.

The sight that I was met with when I looked down briefly was almost enough to set the tears off. A huge red blood stain on the crisp, very white bedsheets.

This is when I remembered the existence of my boyfriend. He was knocked out, sprawled on his front with his head turned the other way, completely oblivious. And his leg was dangerously close to the stain.

A mixture between dread and guilt settled in the pit of my stomach. I shouldn't have felt embarrassed. It was a completely natural process and I wasn't to blame. And Rhys and I had been together for long enough for me to know that he wouldn't care if I leaked. He was the most supportive and sweet and loving and I was so lucky to have him.

But I really didn't want to wake him up. He had gotten home from work so late last night that I was already asleep, and he would have to wake up in just a few hours for work again. He needed the sleep and I hated to be the person to ruin that.

"Rhys," I squeaked quietly.

No response. Figures. He was a deep sleeper.

I reached out to shake his shoulder gently.

"Rhys..."

"Mmm."

It took a few moments but he finally turned his head and opened his eyes.

"What's up?" he murmured softly, his voice husky from sleep.

"My period started," I mumbled, pointedly looking down at the sheets.

Rhys grimaced when he looked down. "Well, shit. It's ok, love. Do you wanna go clean up and I'll get these off?"

"Ok," I said, avoiding his gaze as I went to get up.

Rhys stopped me with his hand on my arm.

"Hey. Baby. You ok?" he asked, voice laced with concern.

"I'm ok," I replied, looking at him at last. "It just hurts... and I'm a little embarrassed," I added.

"Come here," he said, pulling me into his arms. I relaxed against his chest as he held me.

Rhys kissed the top of my head, then my cheek.

"It's ok," he said, voice firm. "It happens. It's completely natural and you don't have to be embarrassed about it. Ever. Especially not with me."

"I love you," I sniffled, tears pricking my eyes. Stupid hormones.

"I love you," Rhys smiled, dropping a kiss on my nose. "You go and clean up, hon. I'll change the sheets."

I enveloped him in a grateful hug before going in search of a tampon. My cycle was irregular and this time had sprung up on me after no show for two months.

When I entered the bathroom I found my favourite comfy pjs neatly folded atop a towel and a pair of underwear beside the sink.

My heart felt like it would burst out of my chest and I almost started sobbing right then and there. Every person deserved a Rhys.

***

When I was out of the shower and entered our bedroom the stained bedsheets were long gone and replaced by clean ones.

Rhys was instantly there and fussed over me as I got back into bed to find a hot water bottle warning the sheets.

"Rhys... You didn't have to..." I said weakly.

He only shushed me, tucking me in and making sure I was comfortable before getting in behind me and tugging me into his warmth.

"Better?" he asked.

I couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh as I burrowed my head back into the crook of his neck, entangling my legs with his and pulling his arms around my middle tighter.

"Much. Thank you for taking care of me."

"Always," Rhys said, pressing a kiss to my head.

That was the last thing I remembered before falling into a content sleep.

***

When I awoke late in the morning, to my dismay Rhys had already left.

I hugged his pillow tightly to me. He must be exhausted after last night.

I hadn't even woken up to pack his lunch for him or see him off with a hug and kiss.

It's the least I could have done in return.

But when I checked my phone on the bedside table a small, tender smile crept onto my face.

Rhys had texted me a few hours before.

Call me for anything x

***

[its-tortle]

Hey Luisa my dear

Since you asked so nicely for asks let me ask you nicely to give me your headcanons about stucky on a rainy Sunday. Please feel free to suffocate me with all the domestic fluff

hey anna! <3

i've made myself a cup of tea and am ready to (hopefully) engulf you in fluff which got way too long lmao

steve always wakes up super early (partly because of army habits and partly because of the serum) so he wakes up around 6am

often, he'll go on a jog, but he hears rain pattering on the windows and bucky is still sleeping soundly beside him, soft and beautiful, so he decides he's not getting out of bed

he brushes some hair out of bucky's face and just watches him for a long while, reveling in the fact that bucky is safe and peaceful in his own home, and that steve gets to have these mornings and nights and days with him

also, bucky has a pillowprint on his cheek and his hair looks like a bird's nest, so he looks absolutely gorgeous.

steve sits up just to grab his sketchbook from the nightstand and fill a page or five with bucky's tangled hair and parted mouth and bare legs tangled in their bedsheets

bucky wakes up because the neighbors upstaris start vacuuming at around 8:30 (who does that??) and groans as he rubs at his eyes, not quite awake yet and not expecting steve to be there

but he is, and when bucky notices, his tired glare turns into a tired fond smile

"morning" steve says

"morning, baby"

(steve blushes because he's still not over the stage of being smitten with pet names. somehow)

"who the fuck vacuums on a sunday morning?"

"someone with cleaner floors than us."

"can't argue with that."

steve throws his sketchbook aside and drapes himself over bucky, kissing him even though they still have absolutely disgusting garlic bread breath from last night

it takes them another two hours to get out of bed, maybe three

when they do, bucky makes pancakes because he, for good reason, doesn't trust steve in the kitchen

and steve makes stupid food puns and unsuccessfully tries to keep alpine from jumping up onto the counters

it's noon by the time they eat breakfast, with thirty-seven pancakes and a liter of coffee between them

they leave the dishes to deal with later and end up under a blanket on the sofa, one on each end with their legs entangled

a sinatra record is playing the corner of the room

the rain is still pattering on the windows, louder now than it was a few hours ago

bucky has been learning to crochet, and resumes what he hopes will be a sweater for steve

steve is reading some obscure fantasy novel that he keeps sketching in the margins of -- their bookshelf is kind of just a collection of sketchbooks with text now

they order indian takeout for lunch (butter chicken for bucky and biryani for steve and a whole lot of bhatura to share) and eat it to a few episodes of brooklyn nine-nine

the rain has calmed some, so steve convinces bucky to take a walk after, just for some air and because he loves the glow off the pavement when the street is wet with rain

they throw on their coats and some boots and grab a big umbrella -- even though they technically have two

(bucky looks ridiculous in the giant yellow rain coat wanda gifted him at some point)

they walk around brooklyn in the rain, holding hands and leaning close to stay dry

they point out all the cute dogs they see in raincoats and stop for a hot chocolate at the corner coffeeshop

bucky is grumpy by the time they get back, because he stepped in a puddle and now his sock is wet

(steve jokingly announces that he will kill the puddle, or maybe whichever one of thor’s relatives made it rain)

and when they get back, bucky goes to take a shower while steve throws some frozen pizza’s in the oven (because he is a Chef TM)

and they curl back up on the sofa after, back to chest this time, trying not to get pizza and potato chips on each other

they watch notting hill because it’s fun and romantic and warm

and when steve dozes off somewhere around the middle of the film, bucky just kisses his head and hugs him closer

wind whips rain across the windows and it’s way too cold for september, but julia roberts is confessing her love and alpine is dozing on the armchair and steve is warm in bucky’s arms, so it really doesn’t matter

[inviouswriting]

Family with you

Simeon x fem!reader

Some light smuts mixed in, but mostly fluff. Nothing graphic but enough to be cut.

If mc was already a mother when arriving to Devildom with their child. Needed something for myself too. 

TW: for reasoning behind the father figure not in as a result of them leaving, or uninterested. Abandoning mc. 

When you had first arrived at Devildom, the others were surprised to the child with you. Looking no older than between five to seven and hiding behind you. Lucifer was first to be taken aback by this exchange, and Diavolo immediately is dropping down to say hello.

Things progressed as they normally did afterwards. You had a stronger backbone when it came to threats and reminded the demons that you’ll have their horns and wings if anything happened to your child. 

You are single, and comforted your child as best as you can in a world full of demons. Diavolo set up a special way for your child to be cared for while you attended RAD. Spending time with Barbatos, to learn from him rather than be around all the chaos.

When you met Simeon, it was like something clicked between you two. Barbatos had brought your child to you at the end of the day, and Simeon is already enamored by them. His eyes shined at seeing them, and you feel trusting of the angel. Luke sees a potential friend, close in age, able to relax, though he felt more like an older brother figure. 

“Why not visit us a little more?” Simeon offers, and you take him up on the offer for any peace and quiet from House of Lamentations. A steady relationship bloomed between you and Simeon. Alot of the time spent guiding both Luke and your child in the right directions.

When Simeon asked how your child came to be, you felt your face hot at mentioning everything prior to Devildom, whether a joyful one or a unpleasant. Your child was someone you never regretted, even out of wedlock. 

Simeon understood the question he asked was personal, and remembered how it sounded from an angel.

“I mean genuinely, I am not asking you or putting you under a confessional. I am just curious, do you have anyone in your life... in the human world?” You see the dusting of pink on his face, and it clicks for you.

“No, they’re not in the picture anymore.” At your words Simeon takes your hands into his own, realizing he has a full chance. 

“Would you go on some dates with me then?” You are surprised at this, and want to say yes, but your eyes drift to your child playing a game with Luke. 

“I’d love to, but who would watch them?” You haven’t quite trusted the brothers, the closest one you feel you could is Beelzebub, and Asmodeus. 

“I think Barbatos can, he does enjoy both Luke and your child. I’m sure it would be fine to escape for an evening.” He offers solutions, and you agree to a date.  Agreeing was easier than the actual planning.

The night arrived, and you are dressed nicer than you normally are. Asmodeus being supportive and helped with an outfit that accents a Ristorante Six date. Simeon took care of arranging Luke and your child to be with Barbatos to learn how to cook some things together.

All that was needed was you, so Simeon met you at the restaurant. When he first saw you, he thought you really are an angel in disguise. Once inside, you talk about your life prior to Devildom, him learning more about the things you’ve gone through to raise this child, the hardships you’ve faced and he feels more protective of the idea of being with you.

Simeon walked with you for hours afterwards, you went back to House of Lamentations to drop off food you had leftovers from to Beelzebub. Promising him at least a dessert. The rest of the evening was spent walking through the city portion with Simeon. Getting to know him, his ranking as an angel, how he is raising Luke almost as a child of his own.

“More like grandson.” He amuses aloud, and you gently poke his sides. A moment is stilled between you and he takes his first kiss with you overlooking the Devildom.

After that first date, many more were had, till you are sure you are inseparable to Simeon as much as your child is so fond of Luke. 

When you became so entangled in your angels life and him in yours. You find yourself yearning for the love you two have made. Seeing him fall head over heels with your child, you laugh at moments when he is tender and gentle teaching them different ways. 

There have been only a few fights, only when it came to how you chose to raise your child. A little more firmness than Simeon letting Luke have free reign to learn from his own mistakes. You still had a role as a mother, and reminded Simeon that it works for him, but not for you in some aspects. You reminded your child of boundaries whenever Luke showed discomfort in sharing something.

After an evening of sharing insecurities with Simeon, explaining how hard it has been being alone. He runs his hands through your hair to remind you, you are not alone anymore. You question if he finds you attractive, the hour late, and you both knew Luke and your child sound asleep.

Simeon expresses his desires in you, even when you shyly bared yourself to him, he graciously kissed any marks left on your body from carrying those years ago. Didn’t care of your breasts were a little uneven, or what others have said as a “mom” body. Whether you were skinny or you never lost the weight, belly that sagged or didn’t look right to yourself.

“This is the result of the miracle you have brought into the world. And you are far more beautiful than you realize.” Simeon looks over every spot of you, blue eyes curious to the scars he may see, whether you had a rough pregnancy, or the scars left to save you both. He leaves no spot unkissed, letting you feel truly seen and loved more than the first time a man took interest only to leave later on.

Simeon sees the faint hurt in your eyes when it is reflected after kissing a spot that flared a memory. He replaces that memory with his own touch, reminding you that he loves you even as he loves you till you are clutching his bedsheets or pillows.

In the morning you feel wonderful, renewed and shy as those dark arms are wound around you possessively. Simeon not wanting to let go of you yet, your eyes being greeted to his face first thing, blue eyes meeting yours. 

You tease each other, tease long enough that Simeon coaxes you into a softer session with him in the shower together. Where he holds you up against the wall and any of those smut novels never compared to the things an angel has done to you.

When you broke the news to both Luke and your child about your relationship, Luke is surprised and almost unsure, questioning Simeon about whether he wants to risk his job as an angel. Simeon refutes this with.

“There are no risks involved, I’m in love.” You realize he could lose his wings.. you don’t want to make him choose. Your child on the other hand looks at Simeon with love in them. That an angel could literally be their father.

“Does this mean you’ll get married?” The thought crosses your mind with Simeon glancing to you, perhaps hopeful of your thoughts on the idea.

“It might mean that, if he wants to be.” You feel a squeeze in your hand from Simeon, and you catch his gaze. He is successful in the things he does, and he shines unique as an angel.

“I would love that. To have a family with you. Perhaps once we are in the human world?” Simeon asks, and you nod to make that a goal. 

The path to marriage was longer, going through so much, that the evening when Simeon actually asks you to marry him, you thought he was joking. It was on his birthday, and you had spent the day with him. Luke and your child set up a pleasant surprise for you both, getting Barbatos and Diavolo in on this unique exchange.

“Of course!” You are happy to no end and Simeon is relieved. The ceremony is held on the spot, as a more private exchange. The brothers agreed once you had chosen Simeon solely.

It isn’t until you were given a honeymoon to Diavolo’s private island that the need for your angel was truly awakened. Spending almost every day with him and night finding out just how much Simeon wanted you more than you realized. You wondered how much he held back from the first time you were together. 

Soon you settle into a routine with the new life with Simeon. That it surprised you when you found out you are pregnant again. Fear rises in you, as this was the scenario you had the first time. Perfectly happy, then it came crashing down when the other half didn’t want to be involved.

So you hide it from Simeon, for now. You wanted to wait before you told him, to see if your body could handle another. It isn’t until you are lying down fatigued that Simeon catches on. His fingers are tender as they touch your stomach to sense life, giving you a firm stare for not telling him sooner.

“My love, how long have you known?” He questions, he is already pressing his face to say hi to the life forming. 

“Only a few weeks... I wanted to be sure that this one will stay.” Simeon looks up smiling, the intensity in his eyes fades.

“My lamb... how could you keep this wonderful secret from me.” Your hands card through dark brown hair, bright blue eyes peek up more framed by dark skin. He is over the moon and nuzzles his face into your belly. 

You smile and feel a little guilty he found out this way. You wanted to tell him, and see him full of joy instead of concern. Though his happy expression keeps you from spoiling him too much. You learn him and his ways of showing love, but this side of him. 

You are amazed at how much he dotes and loves you. Seeing the blush on his face realizing all those sleepless nights resulted in a life that is of you and him. That this brings you two closer than ever.

When Simeon looks up he sees your eyes brimming with tears and he freaks wondering if he did something wrong.

“Please don’t leave me...” You plead him, and he remembers that years ago that a child is the reason your first doesn’t have a father. Whether by them leaving, vanishing, or expressing unwanted. He sees the pain return to your eyes, the wound that he had spent so many times trying to mend to heal your heart.

Simeon moves to sit with you and cups your face into his hands as he presses loving kiss after kiss.

“Never will leave you. Not now, not ever.” You tremble in sobs at the shock still going through you of the fear settling in, that it “could” happen. He could grow tired, just like before. When things got tough and they just left. 

Simeon sees the hurt still, and it takes coaxing from him to get you to curl up into his side. His colder hands pressed to your forehead as a nausea wave hits you and you let go of all your fears and tell him you are afraid he will leave you.

He assures you, he is there permanently, he won’t leave, not unless you chase him out yourself. And that breaks you of your spell, the fear of pushing a literal angel away overwhelms you and you raise up to kiss him like you haven’t before.

You still had hours before Luke and your child would be home, you spend the next few hours entangled together. You and Simeon on the floor of the house you call home. His hands going over every speck of you, and kissing away your worries. He is surprised when you take initiative to ride him, and your love making with the angel is truly felt through every nerve that you hold onto each other tight.

When you woke up much later, Simeon is next to you in the bed you share, just watching your face serenely. Foreheads pressed together.

“What time is it?” You question him, and start to raise to look at a clock and Simeon guides you to lie down.

“Almost time to make dinner. We still have time before they’re back. Let me spend this time with you?” You look at him and lay your head back down next to his. He seeks out your left hand to rub at your wedding band, while his other hand presses over your belly. He’s more loving here than what he did hours ago, touches you with such tenderness that you feel your heart thudding in your chest.

You indulge Simeon as he presses loving kisses and you both discuss the possible baby names. Simeon ever grateful you choose to be with him and love him.

[ithehellisbucky]

For You

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: “I love you isn’t always enough.”

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Angst to end all angst. PTSD, depression, spiraling, fighting, break up, sad shit.

Author’s Note: I meant for this to be out on Sunday because I wrote it last Monday but I forgot. Anyways this is really sad, but I'm proud of myself because I wrote the ~spoiler alert~ "breaking up to protect the reader" but its the reader doing to breaking up.

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When it takes a century to find happiness, you thought it would stick.

From the moment that Bucky walked into your life (literally, walked into your bookshop) you knew that you wouldn't leave him behind any time soon.

There was something about him that would float around in your heart forever until you saw him again, and then the process would repeat.

The first 6 months of your relationship was a honeymoon phase. Waking up to him staring at you in adoration every morning. He stayed at your apartment every day. Cuddling in the middle of the night when he had nightmares, holding him when he was scared to touch anything.

Showing him your love in any and every way you could. Making misshapen pancakes together, and him showing you his favorite movies and books from the 30s and 40s. Pure happiness.

But there was something about Bucky that couldn't sit still. He can't live your little happy life knowing that there is someone out there.

It had caused many fights, you never wanted him to go back to crime-fighting, and he wanted to prove himself. And as much as you tried to tell him that he was already a hero, he was persistent that he had to make up for things that the man that used to live in his brain did.

It drove you crazy.

You were laying on the couch reading a book and absent-mindedly watching a mediocre television show you've seen twice before. You hear each of your locks click twice and from the weight of his footsteps and settle back down into comfort.

"Hi, baby." Bucky walks over to you and presses a kiss onto your forehead.

"Hi honey, how was therapy." You ask as he snuggles into your embrace and you put your book down.

"Boring," he exclaims as you stroke his hair.

"Boring is better than bad, I'm proud of you," He smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your collarbone.

Instead of saying the 'I love you' that you wanted to say, you replaced it with: 'I'm proud of you', 'Stay safe', and 'honey' 'baby' 'sweetheart'.

It wasn't what you wanted, but it'd have to do until your love was ready to hear it.

"I'm making pasta, when do you wanna eat?" You exclaim, wrapping your legs around his torso, and realizing that you are fully entangled in a cuddlefest.

"Maybe an hour, I'm never hungry after Dr. Raynor."

You nod and can tell he understood your response.

You hold each other in blissful peace, eat your food, and go to bed. Bucky does things a certain way to sleep. He wraps his body around yours and sleeps closer to the door, so if someone tried to attack he could protect you in an instant. When he can't sleep he goes into the living room and lays down on the floor to watch tv. He's never slept comfortably before, so it's hard to sleep in safety.

Apparently, tonight was one of those nights. You woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed.

You reach over and notice that the bedsheets are sweaty and his shirt is on the ground near the door. Bucky was fine with his arm around you, it took some time to show him that he's worthy of love- prosthetic included.

You walk towards the door wearing only one of Bucky's shirts and underwear with little flowers all over it.

"Hey Bucky, are you okay..." Your voice trails off when you notice Bucky staring at the tv with hollow eyes and an unrelenting gaze. "Baby what's wrong?" You slowly walk closer to him and place your hand on his shoulder, even though all you want to do is run to him and hold him.

At first, you think that he doesn't notice until he turns around and shows tear-brimmed eyes. "He gave away the shield."

He can't seem to say anything other than that, so you reach over and hold his face to your neck. You help him get up and walk over to your room and your bed, not bother to pick up his bedding or turn off the tv. You lay gently down in bed, and hold him close to you and let him sob into your chest.

The next day Bucky's acting odd, to say the least. But you don't push it, he's been through enough in the past 24 hours. Finding out that the pretty much only constant in your life was in the hands of a stranger isn't something you can take lightly.

He left in the morning and he didn't come back until late at night. When you ask him where he was he shrugged and ate a single-serving pizza in a record three minutes then went straight to bed, leaving you eating leftovers by yourself in the dark. Not exactly the perfect day.

The same happens for the next 2 days, and then the next day he doesn't come home, and all you get is a text that he'll be home back Sunday. That leaves you with paralyzing fear for the days he's gone, and when he comes back to you at 3:30 in the morning he has a black eye and knuckle-shaped bruises all over the parts of his body you can see, which is no small feat considering the super-soldier serum pumping through his veins.

"Where the hell have you been Bucky?" You yell once he's sat down on the couch like nothing ever happened.

"I was doing stuff." He shrugs and clicks on the tv.

You snatch the remote off the table and turn it off. "You can't just disappear for days and act like nothing ever happened!"

He rolls his eyes and gets up, beginning to walk towards the bathroom "Don't walk away from me! You don't get to walk away from this!"

He turns around and glares at you with the gaze that you've seen him use plenty of time at guys who were checking out your ass at bars.

"Why the hell can't I?" He spits out and towers over you.

"Because this is a relationship and you can't walk away whenever you want to and expect everything to be fine!" His anger doesn't intimidate you. "What the fuck did you expect me to do? Bake you cookies and shampoo your hair when you got home?

I'm not your bitch and you're not a liar, so tell me what's going on." You exclaim, hoping that he'll tell you something other than what you know is really going on.

"I was out with Sam."

"Oh my god," you sigh, turning away from him.

"There's this group called the flag smashers, and they're trying to cause a revolution or something," you run your hand through your hair, "and the new Captain America was there, and he's not a good guy, so me and Sam were-"

"No. No Bucky no." He seems slightly taken aback, but what honestly was he thought was going to happen.

"I don't care if you run around beating up bank robbers or making amends for things you didn't do, I do care that you lied to me about something that could've killed you."

"I know it's just-" He says, scratching his head with his metal arm.

"It's just what? That you want to help people? There are plenty of things you can do to help people other than getting beaten up Bucky!"

You take a deep breath and think it through more, "you know what, I'm blowing it out of proportion, you were just trying to help Sam and you were scared, let's just talk to Dr. Raynor and figure something out tomorrow."

You turn to go to bed and notice that Bucky isn't following "what's wrong?"

Bucky takes a deep breath "I'm not seeing Dr. Raynor anymore."

You turn around, angrier at him than you've ever been, "what?"

"John, the new Captain America, wants me to be focused on the mission, and therapy is just a distraction."

You can practically feel anger boiling through your veins. "Do you even hear yourself? You sound crazy. I would be fine if you went on missions or teamed up with Sam, but you can't stop going to therapy Bucky."

"Yes I can; the whole point is that I can make my own decisions. It's my choice." Bucky exclaims, yelling at you louder than you thought he ever would.

"Okay. If you think that making decisions is about ruining your life because you can, go ahead." You look him straight in the eyes, all fear gone. "you can quit therapy and implode all the progress you've made" you take a deep breath "and get out of my house."

Bucky drops all of his anger and steps back in shock and fear. "What?"

"I'm not going to let you ruin your life Bucky. When I met you, you wouldn't even let me see your arm. I've realized, that you are dependent on me, and that's not okay Bucky, because you deserve better than only having one good thing."

You were holding back tears, but in this moment you needed to help Bucky, and the only way to do that was to make sure he would be okay. And he can't do that if you are the only thing in his life. "You had nothing for 70 years Bucky, and now that you have the whole world you can't keep holding on to one person. You lost Steve, and then you were desperate to find something else to hold onto. You need to find yourself Bucky."

"No, no please don't do this. I- I love you." He starts crying and it takes everything in you not to run to him and hold him.

"Love isn't always enough Bucky." You turn around to leave your apartment in the middle of the night, "I love you more than anything, but I can't let you ruin your life. Go back to therapy, Buck, I'll be here. I'll wait. Go live the life you finally have Bucky. I love you."

You walk out your door and the second you close it you start sobbing. You wander out into the street and wonder if you did the right thing.

You hoped and you begged and you pleaded that Bucky would discover the world that he deserved. You wouldn't abandon him, you would make sure he stayed alive, he just needed time to be free. This wasn't for you, you reminded yourself, it's for Bucky.

Always for Bucky.

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Prompt List

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[blissfulsun]

Masterlist

updated 02/01/21

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**I AM NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS FOR THE PERSON BELOW**

Jeff Wittek

blurbs & concepts can be found here

One shots/Stories:

Infatuated 

In which Jeff knows you’re worth waiting for

Actions Speak Louder Than Words 

It’s just a game of who’s going to say it first

Anything For You

You’ve got him wrapped around your finger

Artistic License 

Jeff could watch you paint all day long

Here For You

Clumsy Zane leads to some revelations

Will They, Won’t They

It’s never black and white with you and him

Ultimatum 

It should’ve been you & I against the world baby

Forbidden Fruit •

The heart wants what it wants. And yours has been cracking your rib cage in it’s need for him

Miscommunications

Jeff jumps to conclusions, you realise something

Wake Up Love (s)

The best sight to wake up to

Pretty Little Fears •

The two of you have history: you have questions, Jeff only hopes he’ll have the right  answers 

Home’s wherever I’m with you

You play pretend long enough to build a home

Secret Love

You’re his, whether others know it or not 

No Strings Attached

It’s only sex. Until feelings somehow entangle themselves within the messy bedsheets.

Easy Transition

Things are still new between you while you navigate friendship blooming into something so much more

Vinyard Flirt 

Jeff can’t decide if it’s the alcohol or genuine emotion that keeps you falling into his awaiting lap

Right Direction

Tu es dans toutes mes pensees 

Stages of Grief

Denial, anger, hurt...Jeff wants to hold you close through it all

Heartbreak Accomplice •

You’ll play your part, even if you’re falling apart on the inside

Don’t want to be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck

One touch and I think I’m addicted to the way you taste 

Plus one for life

Summer on You (s)

Sleepless Nights 

What happens in Vegas (s)

Left my heart in LA

Can’t keep my hands to myself (s)

Phantom Touch

Birthday on the road

Honesty Hotline

First time in your mouth (s)

Irrational in love •

Warm with (for) you 

Caught (s)

Out of Love

Missed calls

Smitten

When it’s all said and done

Wish you were mine

Only one

What are we?

TWENTY88!series [discountinued]

Lessons in love!series [completed]

Pregnancy!series: [completed]

storytelling

instant connection

gender reveal with a twist

accident prone

at your beck and call

positive

double trouble

let’s tell the grandparents  •

needy vs nervous

hormones overdrive 

carbon copy

can’t sleep without you

[suchalonelysunflower]

“Half the World Away” (l.h) 

Pairing: Luke Hemmings X Reader

Summary: Based on the unrealeased song “Half the World Away” by One Direction. Luke is missing you, but he knows he fucked up. Could a drunk call make everything right between the two of you?

Warnings: The reader uses She/Her pronouns, I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, it was not my intention to do so. Angst. Language. Mentions of Smut. Mentions of Alcohol. Maybe a few grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 1.6 k

Author’s Note: It’s so late but I couldn’t get the song out of my head and I needed to write this, so I hope it’s good 😅 Reblogs, comments and feedback are always appreciated! I love to hear about you guys 💕 You can find my other works HERE including my recent Ashton fic and the first part of the Entangled series. Hope you like it and Happy reading 🦋✨

Another sleepless night in a hotel room of a city he doesn’t really know much about. Another night of turning around in the bedsheets trying to find the comfort he so desperately needs, a comfort he knows he is not going to get. Not from you, not tonight and probably not ever. 

He regrets how he left things off with you. He never intended to say those things but he just couldn’t help it as they came bursting out his mouth and before he knew it, it was already too late. 

“You are not my girlfriend, Y/N” He said in a harsh tone, already tired of the conversation that has just started. 

“Don’t pretend that makes us nothing, Luke” You spatted those words like venom. 

You were exhausted of being Luke’s therapist every time he fought with one of his flings. Every single time he called you were there to dry his tears, listening to him talk about yet another heartbreak or another conquest gone wrong, depending on the night, and it always ended up the same: with you tangled up in his bedsheets between his arms, wondering if you could ever be enough for him. 

It hasn’t started that way though, you were friends with Luke since he moved to LA a few years back, always hanging out with the same group of friends and actually becoming besties in no time, finding out you had a lot of things in common. You didn’t know when your feelings towards him changed, however. Maybe it was the third or fourth night he called you, surprisingly not to comfort him, but just to hang out. Maybe it was the way he held you tight while you watched that movie with the time-traveler, or maybe the words of reassurance that came out of his mouth were to blame. It could also be the way that he makes time pass you by without even noticing, the way his voice sounds as he sings sweet tunes to you while you are cuddling with Petunia. He made falling so easy, but he never promised you he’d be there to catch you. 

“Every time you call I’m here” You stated calmly, though the tears falling from your eyes made it easy to see how upset you actually were “I’m here listening to you talk about every girl that comes your way. I’m here to wipe your tears or hear about the unknown bitch that never called you back and for what? To feed your ego? To supposedly make you feel better so you could just fuck me after like I’m some sort of consolation prize? I’m breaking, Luke. Tell me something that I can hold onto, something that makes it stop hurting” 

Luke knows he should’ve said something to reassure you that you were not, by all means, a consolation prize. That you were the only constant thing he had in his life, the only person he could trust besides his bandmates and the only person that could make him feel like he was actually worth something. He should’ve told you that more times than not he creates fake heartbreaks in order for you to come and be with him because he is afraid that if he ever admits that he needs you, you would just walk away. You meant more to him than you could ever know, but that night he couldn’t find the right words, the right thing to say. Blame it on the stress of leaving in the morning, blame it on the drinks he had that night, blame it on his stupidity and fear of you breaking his heart. Blame it on everything that happened that night where he broke your heart. 

“You can leave if you don’t like it” He said coldly, not looking into your eyes “We are nothing, Y/N. I don’t need you to stay” 

The memory of that night haunts him wherever he goes. As of right now he could still hear you slam the door on your way out, he could still see the silent tears make their way down your cheeks as you let those harsh words sink in, letting all the love you had for him disappear from your eyes. He needed to quiet down his mind, so he started walking to the mini bar, hoping some cheap whisky could drown his regrets. 

His thoughts, however, did not stop. The alcohol running through his veins burned like a thousand suns yet his only comfort was the thought of you. You and your pretty laugh, the look in your eyes when you got sleepy, the feeling of you wrapped around his body as you cuddled into the night and the sound of voice saying his name. 

He needed you. He needed to hear you. So he did the best and worst thing he could ever do, he called. 

You jumped when you heard your ringtone echo through the empty room, waking you up from yet another dreamless sleep. You were about to curse the person who so rudely started calling in the middle of the night, but all of your coherent thoughts went out the window when you saw his name lighting up the screen. 

You doubted, not knowing if you should answer. Not knowing if you wanted to answer. But your feelings got the best of you as you slide your fingers across the screen, fearing something must’ve happened for him to make that call, aware that he must hate you.

“Luke?” You said in a sleepy voice, trying your best to fully wake up.

The line was silent on the other half. But you knew he was there, his breathing being the only thing you could hear. 

“Luke, is everything alright?”

“Say that again” He pleaded, a melancholy tone whispering in his voice “Say my name again”

You sighed “Luke, are you okay?” 

He stayed silent for a while, you debated on whether you should end the call right there and there, but before you could move your finger he said “I missed you” 

“Luke…”

“I was missing you and… And I started drinking. I don’t know half of what I’m thinking, I’m deep in. I’m scared I’ll stop breathing if I didn’t hear from you” 

Your heart beat loudly inside your chest. Your feelings were all over the place, your common sense urged you to remember the hurt he gave to you, begging you not to believe a word he said. But your heart, oh, that sick bastard was telling you to keep listening to what he has to say, you couldn't deny that you missed him too. 

“I’m gonna sleep alone tonight and if-” He choked “if you were a good friend you'd always be there when I need it, cause I'm on my knees and babe I'm bleeding” He cried into the phone, unable to hold the tears any longer “But you were never a friend, Y/N. Never. You were always more than that and I knew, I always knew but I pushed you away and it kills me that you're not around” 

You stayed silent, knowing better than to interrupt him when he was pouring his heart out. You could feel the tears welling up your eyes and clouding your view, confused about everything at this moment. 

“Tell me you don’t miss this feeling. That you don’t miss me like I miss you. Maybe it’ll be easier to calm the guilt I’m feeling. I was a fucking coward, Y/N. I was so scared of you walking away from me that the only thing I knew how to do was pushed you away when all I wanted to do was hold you closer and closer” 

“Luke, what are you saying?” You stated with a broken voice “Cause if this is just another one of your tricks to get me falling for you all over again just to get hurt then don’t even bother. I'm starting to see who you are and I don’t like it” 

You heard a sniffle coming from his end “I messed up”

“You’ll be fine” 

“No!” He cried “No, I won’t because you are not here with me! Don’t you get it, Y/N?” 

You didn’t answer, allowing him to gather his thoughts. 

“Cause there's a time, there's a place and I'm always gonna hear your name wherever I go. You are always with me and it fucking hurts that you are so far away at the same time. I get that there's a right, there's a wrong and now I see that all along I was the only one holding myself back to tell you how I really feel, because I love you, Y/N. I’m so in love with you and it terrifies me” 

“What are you so scared of?” You asked after a moment of silence.

“I thought that-” He breathed “That things were never going to be the same again, that you’ll end up hating me and…”

“I could never hate you, Luke” You quickly reassured him “I’m just disappointed”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry” Luke cried again “I never meant to make you feel that way. I fucked up and I don’t know how I could ever make this right to you… I walk to you 'till my feet hurt if I have to, even if you tell me that that's not good enough. I’ll do everything in my power to prove to you just how much I love you, in hopes that you love me too. Because I don’t know what I’ll do without you and I’m losing my mind cause you’re half the world away and I need you.”

“You need me now?”

“I’ll always need you. In more ways than once. I want you around, Y/N” He said “Always”

You smiled.

“I want you around, too”

[glitterbootsharry]

Nothing But My Feelings

In celebration of Little Mix releasing Confetti 🎉 , here is a smutty/angsty oneshot of Harry and you working things out.

Based on Nothing But My Feelings

Synopsis: Harry and you are in limbo- on the brink of breaking up or coming back together, who knows? The only thing you know is that you need Harry, even if it is just for one night.

Let’s talk

I shouldn’t. 

I shouldn’t be nervous that Harry is standing in the same room as me. Our bedroom- the one that we shared not so long ago for months, the one where he confessed in his sleep his feelings for me, the one where we cried at loss and pain, the one where we laughed in joy and happiness. The same four walls that carried so much weight in our relationship is the same four walls that cracked under pressure and rumors. The same plasterboard that witnessed the yelling, the fighting, the crying, the throwing of items. The same drywall that watched me bring in new men that looked similar to its co-owner, but it was never the same.

Never the same. 

I sigh, hands folded in my lap, as I watch Harry stand in the room, silhouette in the moonlight, watching me- watching for the first move. He waited to move whatever chess piece he needed in order to know that he never cracked first. He wasn’t the one that called this time. 

It was me. 

He didn’t need to knock when he drove up. He turned the same key he kept when he left. He opened the same door he slammed when he turned away from me. He walked up the same stairs that we stumbled up more times than not as we pulled off each other’s clothing in heated passion. He crosses his arms the same way he did when he was carefully picking his words to say before our fights ensued.

But he changed- he wasn’t the same. He let his hair grow out beyond the point where he would normally let it go. He let his clean shaven face become a tease for my fingers to run through. The circles in his eyes became darker than the last time I saw him. He stood there watching me instead raking his hands over my body, whispering sweet, naughty nothings in my ear. He didn’t burn my skin with his lips. There was....nothing.

My head rests on the headboard, the room swimming in unspoken apologizes and broken souls. I and the room am entirely drunk on the thought of Harry.

“Baby,” I moan, memories of the brighter days of our relationship crashing around me: his smile etched in my shoulder, his hands painted around my hips, his mouth tattooed on every inch of my skin. There, lying completely bare, I made the first move.

“Don’t,” he says, his voice harsh and quick enough to jab at my heart. His tongue dances against lips as he carefully chooses what he’s going to say next, but there was nothing. 

“I called you,” my words slur together as I pull Harry’s shirt closer to my lips- the one I have slept with for weeks now, my brain trying to pick up the last remanence of Harry off the white fabric. I had spent the last few hours trying to drink down the painful memories that replayed in my head and found comfort in putting on makeup fully and grinding my body against a stranger. 

“You’re drunk,” Harry growls, his breathing unsteady as my hand slides down my bare skin, my fingers itching to touch Harry and for him to touch me.

“And you came,” I say, the words falling out of my mouth like vomit. The same vomit that always got us into fights.

“Because I wanted to, not because...” he spits, his shadow growing higher in the moonlight shining through the window. 

“I need you, Harry, please,” I whine over to the man standing in front of my bed, my fingers dancing on the edge of my skin. He watches me with furrowed brows and pouted lips as I shakily swallow the last bit of my pride down. “Just for tonight. We’ll talk in the morning.”

“I didn’t come over to talk,” Harry’s voices carries waves over my body, feeling the twinge in my stomach pull tighter. We would never fix our issues, but that was tomorrow’s future news-something that could actually be done. There was always a sliver of hope that we could function like a normal couple again, but tonight...

Tonight, I’m diving into the mess we made, the mess we refuse to clean up, the mess we always fall into.

The entanglement of our bodies.

Harry’s knee dips into the bed as he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing to me his tattoos. My breath hitches as if this is the first time I’m seeing them all over again. He looks better than when I last saw him in person. Reading about him in the click-bait tabloids and articles opened up the wound of him leaving over and over again. The rumors and photographic evidence that he had moved on twisted my broken heart into a state of drunken stupor and one night stands with men that reminded me of Harry.

 He pulls his pants down, letting them pool around his ankles before stepping out of them to crawl on the bed, hovering over my shaking body. His silver cross swinging in the cold air as he rests his forehead on mine, his free hand rubbing himself. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, and in that moment, I knew what he meant in the way he said the single curse word. 

He was over me, or at least that what he told himself when he was sleeping with other people, but his heart still leapt at the sight of my name appearing on his phone, the sound of my needy voice. He was never over me. No, not truly.

He came back.

He always did.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he whispers into my mouth before his plump lips crash against mine tasting of vodka and spearmint toothpaste. He had been drinking too. Maybe this really was our drunken stupor that had gotten the betterment of our judgement. But for me, I wouldn’t regret it in the morning. 

His tongue slips into my mouth, tracing over mine like an operatic conductor, instructing that he needed this just as much as I did. His hands rake over my naked body, his finger pads digging into my skin as he pulls my hips towards him. Harry is the artist and I am merely the painting. He sits up and rolls his hips as he teases his hard dick against my swollen clit. 

“God, you’re fucking wet,” Harry coos as he slips himself me. I moan into the familiarity of him. I crook my legs against his lower back and as Harry thrusts, his silver necklace grazes my chest. I arch my back, feeling all of Harry inside of me as I dig my nails into his arms. “Fuck.”

“Why did you?” He asks as he pushes himself further inside me, my walls clenching. I wasn’t long for my own orgasm, the thoughts of Harry driving me wild, and now that he’s here fucking me, I am sent into overdrive. “Call me? I was fucking getting over you, oh God...” Harry thrusts faster as his mouth falls on my breast, gently sucking on my nipple as I feel his tongue flick across it. 

“God damnit, I can’t stay away,” he moans as he grasps my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine. One single heartbeat. Two souls mending their selves together again. One entanglement. I roll my hips, squeezing my inner walls as I call out Harry’s name- my entire sex throbbing from Harry’s touch. All of my body heat rushes to my lower abdomen as I feel my release flow onto Harry and the bedsheet. My lungs can’t catch enough oxygen as Harry continues to thrust inside me. 

“Baby,” he calls out, his neck craning over me as my mouth finds his neck. I gently nip at his skin before sucking it again and again- the cycle never ending. The single pet name he reprimanded me for only moments ago slipped out of his mouth and hovered in the air between us. “Come again, please.” 

I knew he needed to know that I still wanted him, needed him, desired him, even after all this time. I moan into his skin, feeling the burning sensation again. His thrusts sporadic and falling out of tempo remind me that he’s close to- close to coming undone, close to being mine again.

He calls out my name and I feel myself floating as the heat spurts out again, my head dizzy from lack of oxygen as I held my breath. He rocks slowly as his eyes screw shut and his head rests on mine, his breathing heavy. 

He pulls out, laying beside me as we become a labyrinth of twisted hearts and  coming down from the high. But it was Harry who spoke first this time. 

“I’ve got to go,” Harry leans over and kisses my temple- his lips dragging behind his body like he never wanted to leave. “I’ll call you in the morning when you’re sober. We need to talk.”

Harry stops, after dressing, in the doorway when I speak the words that have been held captive in my heart for so long. The words I’ve been dying to say. 

“I still love you, you know that?”

Harry turns, rubbing the nape of his neck, and says, “I do too,” before leaving out the front door. But it wasn’t for the last time. 

[fizzycherrycola]

10. Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?

Not sure if it counts as exposition, but I like writing visual and sensory descriptions the most. I want my readers to “see” and “hear” what I’m imagining, as though I’m painting a picture with words. Sometimes I worry that because I enjoy it so much, I may add more detail than necessary, haha. I give thanks to my beta-readers for keeping me in check.

However if I’m very tired, then I prefer writing pure dialogue. It’s straight-to-the-point and I usually have a draft of the conversation in my outline. I’m not sure if this is the same for anyone else, but I can imagine my characters’ “voices” easily. England especially. Knowing what he would say in any situation is almost second-nature... The words just flow. It might be because I see part of myself in the characters I write. Or maybe it’s just some technique that’s leftover from my acting classes in college.

17. What fic are you most proud of?

Overall, I’d have to say “Industry and Grandeur” because it’s SO CLOSE to being finished!! Just two (maybe three) more chapters, and it’ll be the first multi-chapter story I’ve completed. Ever. In my whole life. That’s something to be proud of, right?

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Oh! Well. It’s a bit embarrassing, but if I’m being honest. Chapter 5 of “The Hours That Remain” has one part that’s... very nice to re-read.

“Well, do not be distressed,” France says, sliding out of his chair. “I am going to quickly head to the restroom. And when I get back....” He coyly leans in, and England can pick up France’s cologne as it swirls its way through the odour of alcohol. Pepper, lavender, and cardamom entangle together to create a scent that’s leathery, sweet and classically masculine. “... maybe I will answer your question. So, don’t run away on me, Angleterre.”

A slow, deliberate finger drags lightly down the curve of England’s spine, causing the hairs of his neck to stand on end. He reflexively swats at France, who easily dodges out of the way and prances off, giggling as he goes.

AHEM. Yes, so. Without the build-up from the paragraphs ahead of this, a bit of the impact is lost. But it’s still one of my favourite little snippets. 

Personally, I feel that France is a very sexually attractive character, if that’s not already obvious, haha. And I wanted to capture that aspect of him in this scene. When I was writing, I thought about how lovers remember their partners. The most common traits that come up, aside from appearance, are smell and touch (eg. their scent on the bedsheets). So I researched various expensive colognes, and came across a description from this new Hugo Boss scent. It was perfect, so I co-opted some of the wording for this scene.

And just HAD TO add the finger running along the spine. It’s a sensitive area, but not one that’s immediately sexual, you know? I wanted France to touch England - not inappropriately, but also not in a way that’s entirely platonic. Something flirty and mischievous.

*~*

Thank you so much to @kitaychan​ and @rainbowfruitpastilles​ for the asks!!

[kyber-crystal]

Three Times

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~2.2k

Summary: In which three occasions happen that further prove how the two heroes were meant from the start to fall for each other. 

Warnings: loads of fluff hehe, minimal angst

A/N: I find myself often using Adelaide Kane or Danielle Campbell for Y/N’s faceclaim, but feel free to use whoever you wish lol also THIS REALLY SUCKED LOL

After a long two hours getting roped into an intense Wii Tennis deathmatch with Bucky and Pietro, your legs are ready to give out underneath you and you simply just want to collapse, feeling as you could fall asleep practically anywhere as soon as your head hits the ground. You honestly don't know what you're doing right now. Normally you'd try to maintain a good sleeping schedule.

You trudged down the hallway in a pair of running shorts and one of Steve’s shirts you stole after a team bonding day at the beach, pushing open the door to your room.

Several hours passed as you peacefully sat reading another one of your books when you heard loud, obnoxious pounding on the door. Upon looking at the digital clock on your nightstand, you saw it was past midnight, meaning one of two things: Steve was here to a) annoy you or b) sleep.

"Y/N?" you heard Steve's voice ask from behind your door.

"Hm?" You set your book down and went over to open the door, revealing an exhausted-looking Steve with dark circles lining his bloodshot eyes. "What...what happened to you? Are you alright?'

He stumbled past you, tiredly flopping onto your bed and crawling in, pulling the blankets up to his chin. "I'm sleeping in here," he announced.

"O-kay..." you looked at him quizzically, closing the door behind you. This wasn't the first time that your best friend had barged into your room late at night because he wanted to bug you or just pass out cold on the floor or in your bed, so you didn't question it.

You returned to your spot on the bed and clicked on your phone, making sure that it was on low brightness, scrolling through your camera roll and social media for a bit until you felt your eyelids droop heavily from fatigue.

"You're tired," Steve mumbled, moving his head so it was resting on your lap, his legs now entangled with yours. "You should get some sleep, too."

"Mhm," you hummed, absentmindedly playing with his hair as you cleaned out your camera roll. "Just a sec."

"It's getting late, get some sleep," he begged, looking up at you innocently.

"It's not that late..." you looked back at the clock and your eyes widened when you saw the blinking red numbers read 1:30 a.m.

"...oh."

You reached up to turn the light off and laid back in bed, pulling the covers up past your arms and snuggling into the pillows.

He leaned over to check the time and as he did so, you could feel his breath falling against your neck and a blush spread across your face as a result. You tried to cover it up but failed, as the blush had now spread to your ears.

"You're blushing," he smirked before sliding back under the covers. “Are you nervous? I didn’t know you got nervous around me.”

"Nope. And even if I was, you wouldn't be able to see, because it's pitch black in here."

"In case you're forgetting, the super serum gave me enhanced vision," he wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "Wow, the great Y/N is nervous.”

"Shut up," you smacked him lightly on the shoulder, turning away from him so that you faced the other side of your room. 

He pulled you against his back and his arms snaked their way around your waist as he rested his chin on top of your head, causing your heart to skip a beat.

"Steve."

"Hmm?"

"Shouldn't you be back in your own room and sleeping in your own bed instead of invading my space like this?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I'm leaving for a mission tomorrow  afternoon and I need some rest. Let me liiiive."

"Okay, okay," you chuckled.

On the inside, though, you were panicking. Mission? He hadn't told you about this. Was this another impromptu surprise mission that Fury decided to spring up on several of you all of a sudden? And why hadn't you been informed of it?

"...And also, your bed is more comfortable. Tony spent more time choosing out your bedsheets than mine," he replied sleepily. "because he favors you over me."

"I thought we had the same beds?"

"Nope," he nuzzled his cheek into your hair, his grip around you tightening. "Now go to sleep."

"Goodnight," he murmured once you'd fallen asleep, softly pressing his lips to your forehead. "Sleep tight."

The next morning, Steve wakes up to see your legs tangled together and your head buried in his chest as one of his arms is draped across your torso. He admires the peaceful sight of you for a moment before getting up to go get breakfast.

When you wake up, he isn't there, and you try to ignore the flood of disappointment that comes over you. No wonder you'd slept so well last night; it was the first in months that you'd slept more than 6 hours without any interruptions.

You creep down the hall to Steve’s room and see his suit hanging over his desk's chair and smirk to yourself. He's probably in the middle of eating right now, you thought, so you decide to try his suit on.

"Hi, I'm Captain America," you puffed up your chest and struck your most patriotic pose, holding his shield up in front of your body, "I’m America’s golden boy and the nation’s symbol of freedom. I kick bad guys' butts and I'm super smart! Too bad I'm not as good as Y/N at Mario Kart, though. I don't know how she does it!"

Right at that moment, Steve walks in, leaning against the doorframe, and smirks. Your amused expression quickly changes into that of a mortified one and you immediately take his mask off, wide-eyed as you met his gaze.

"Hey look, Rogers, I'm you!" you spread your arms out wide, doing jazz hands.

"God, I love you," he says under his breath all of a sudden.

"What the hell did you just say?" your brows furrowed together in confusion.

"Nothing."

"Okay...I'm gonna change out of this thing and then I'm going to the kitchen to steal Wanda’s French toast. Spandex is not kind to me," you joked.

He just laughed in response.

You went to the bathroom with your regular clothing and came out about a minute later, wearing a simple black T-shirt and dark jeans.

...

You're standing in the middle of the vast, open space of the hangar bay later that afternoon, hearing the hum of the nearby jets and familiar chatter around you. You know that you only have a matter of minutes before Steve is expected to board the Quinjet and leave, for a trip that's over 4,000 miles away with no other way to communicate other than via comms.

And even then, the signal isn't strong enough to sustain a conversation longer than 10 minutes at a time, since you're supposed to be as discreet as possible while undercover.

Folding your arms over your chest, you glance around the space, looking for his familiar figure. When you don't catch sight of him after a few seconds you begin to wonder if he's even out here yet but then, you see him in the distance towards the opening gates talking to Bucky.

Before you can think about what you're doing, you start jogging towards him and call out his name. The blonde-haired man turns around to face you, a mix of surprise and relief on his face. He shakes his head and gives you a look that's trying to reassure you he's going to be okay, that he'll be fine and he'll return safely.

You don't know why you're not being let on the mission. The mere thought of him being sent off without you, the mere thought of you not being with him for an extended period of time makes you sick to your stomach. What if he got seriously injured or even worse, didn't come back at all?

You quickly pick up your pace and sprint as fast as your legs can possibly carry you towards him, closing the space between you two and pressing your lips against his without even a millisecond of hesitation.

When you imagined kissing Steve Rogers for the first time, you didn't think it would be rushed, but it was, and it didn't turn out how you'd initially expected it to. It doesn't play out like the way you've been thinking about it for months and months on a loop. Even though you're the one to kiss him first, you're shocked at your own sudden actions.

The fact that you're the one to initiate this doesn't stop you from feeling the dizzying effects his warm lips on your own have on you. Steve doesn't have time to reply or react, only being able to steady you before either one of you lost your balance, as Sam is pulling him away to follow Tony and Bucky onto the aircraft, and you whisper "Stay safe" before he's gone.

Before you can make your way back inside, you sink to the cold, concrete floors of the hangar bay on your knees and break down into heaving sobs.

The second time it happens, you're sitting on the couch wrapped up in blankets as you stare with a broken expression towards the main elevator, waiting for him to return from yet another trio mission.

You're left speechless when the doors slide open and his familiar figure steps through. His face is streaked with dirt and debris and blood and possibly the remnants of tear tracks, his shoulders slumped forward in exhaustion and a tired look in his eyes, but you think he looks perfect nonetheless.

Steve doesn't have time to even get out a short greeting before you break down right then and there. Hesitant at first, he doesn't know what he's supposed to do. But then he steps forward and collects you into his arms into a comforting embrace. Heaving sobs rip through your body and tears stream down your cheeks like a seemingly never-ending flood, and he feels his heart shatter into a million pieces because he knows that he's the reason behind it.

He doesn't know what he can possibly say at this point anymore. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say in defense because he promised you he'd return within the allotted two-week time frame, but over five weeks have passed since he was sent off.

You close the gap between the two of you and press your lips to his. It doesn't taste like fireworks, nor something sweet or something that makes you feel so euphoric and as if your head's up in the clouds. It tastes of your salty tears and his heartache and you could've chosen a better moment to kiss him than right now but you were too broken to care, simply in need of someone to comfort you.

When he pulls away, neither of you say anything. That's it.

The following days and weeks are spent by you avoiding him as much as you can because you know that if you make eye contact with Steve again, it won't do your heart much good. And it hurts, because he doesn't know what exactly he did to deserve his treatment and realizes that maybe, just maybe, he's falling a little bit more in love with you each day.

The tables turn four months later and instead of him almost losing his life trying to save others, it's you this time, narrowly escaping your awaiting death. You see Steve waiting outside the helicarrier and you sprint towards him just like you'd done in the past, throwing yourself into his arms and your lips connect. He's warm and intoxicating but you're crying again and he's also crying and there's just too much that you want to say but can't.

But this time, he has enough time to react. His arms wrap around your waist to hold you steady as yours slid up around his neck to pull him closer, and he holds you with such a gentleness that makes you wonder if what you're feeling is even real or not. 

"You know," he said as you broke apart, "that confirms you definitely have feelings, right."

"Yeah," you swallowed the lump in your throat and smiled sadly, and he gently wiped your cheek with the tip of his thumb. "So what are we gonna do now?"

"I’m going to ask you out on a date," he says as he brings you in for another kiss, smiling when your arms around him tighten. "Be my girlfriend, Y/N."

"Okay," you choked out, a small sob escaping your lips, "I love you, Captain."

"I love you too, Y/N."

"ZERO ONE ZERO ZERO ONE ZERO ZERO ZERO ZERO ONE ZERO ZERO ZERO ONE ZERO ONE ZERO ONE ZERO ZERO ONE ONE ZERO ZERO ZERO ONE ZERO ZERO ZERO ZERO ONE ZERO ONE ZERO ONE ONE ONE ZERO ONE ZERO ZERO ONE ONE ZERO ONE ZERO!"

"Vis!" Wanda sighed and rolled her eyes, "we've talked about this. Drop the binary code."

"I was just commenting on how lovely Captain Rogers and Miss Y/N look together as a couple," he explained calmly.

[yootaesowlwrites]

Requested: No, I said to myself. “Self, you should write @taeandpuppies​ a smut.” and so I did, after asking for permission, of course.

A/N: This is just soft, loving, fluffy smut.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit detail, softness, nudism, kinda worship kink, soft!Tae, Tae wants to be sure that you’re comfortable at all times, fingering, cum eating? he cleans his fingers, protective sex(Always use protection), aftercare mentioned.

Word Count: 2 863

【 • Primary Masterlist • Taehyung Masterlist • 】

【 • Rules & Request • 】

(Y/n) steps into the warm bedroom, the sun had been shining into the room warming the space, she approaches the bed and sits down on the soft mattress, the sheets feeling soft underneath her touch as she placed her hands down beside her on the bed, her gaze moving to the floor as she removes her shoes before moving her legs onto the bed and laying down on the mattress, her eyes fall close as her muscles begin to relax, it was silent, the only sound she could hear was the wind gently blowing outside along with the birds chirping and flying past the windows.

The silent moment was short-lived when she heard footsteps approaching the bedroom, the person enters the bedroom before stopping for a minute, Taehyung stood in the doorway, his eyes slowly moving her (Y/n)’s body as she lies on the bed, the sun rays that had entered the bedroom was shining on her, making her skin glow in the light, a soft smile forms on his lips before he approached the bed, he placed a knee on his side of the bed and leans over, leaning towards her, only stopping when his lips were inches away from hers, his scent invaded her nostrils causing her to open her eyes, only to meet his soft eyes.

“Hello,” Tae says in a gentle tone, his voice sounded so sweet and warm when he spoke. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you too.” (Y/n) softly says, he leans closer, closing the space between them as his soft lips brush against her soft warm ones, gently kissing her, both of their eyes falling shut, one of his hands supports himself on the bed while his other hand carefully caresses her cheek, feeling her soft skin underneath his touch as his fingers slowly trail down her cheek, over her neck towards her exposed collarbone before his hand reached the summer dress she wore, they break the kiss, softly gasping for air as their lungs burned for oxygen, she slowly opens her eyes only to see him already looking down at her with admiration in his eyes.

“Goddess, you’re so beautiful.” Tae softly says. “Can you move to the middle of the bed for me?” She nods her head, Taehyung shifts on the bed as he moves away from her, letting her move to the middle of the bed. “Perfect.” He sits down on the edge of the bed and placed his hand above her knee, his fingers softly kneading her skin as he slides his hand up and down her thigh. “My beautiful goddess.” His eyes watching her intensely, making sure she was still comfortable with what he was doing, his other hand moves to the bottom of her dress, his fingers curl around the fabric, his knuckles ghostly brushed over her skin as he slowly pushes it up. “May I remove your dress?” She nods her head. “I want to hear you say it, can you say it for me, please?”

“Yes, yes, you can remove my dress.” (Y/n) says, she felt a sensation in her lower stomach as her dress was lifted higher until it was just below her navel, she bends her knees and pressed her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips, the dress was pushed past her bottom before she lowered her hips back down on the bed.

“Can you sit up for me, goddess?” Tae asks, She sits up and he leans forward, capturing her lips against his while his hand moves to her back, his hand quickly finding the zip, his fingers glide over her soft warm skin as he unzips the dress, once it was unzipped his hand moved to the bottom of the dress, his fingers curling over the fabric before breaking the kiss, he carefully removes the dress before tossing it aside. “As beautiful as it was on you, you look absolutely breathtaking without it.” His hand moves to her back once again, quickly finding the clasp to the strapless bra she wore. “I love the bra, easy and quick to remove.” He unclasps the bra, the fabric shifts away from her body and uncovers her breasts. “Lay down for me beautiful.” She lays back down as he picks up her bra and drops it the floor next to the bed, his eyes slowly move over her body, drinking in the sight of her in front of him, she looked absolutely breathtaking, he licks his lips and reaches for her, gently cups one of her breasts and softly kneads the skin with his fingers, his thumb drawing small circles near her sternum.

“I will never get tired of this, of you,” Tae says, his eyes were now back on hers, his hand moves away from her breast and over her stomach as he leans towards her, his lips brush over her skin at the top of her breasts. “Your soft warm skin.” He presses his lips firmly down against her skin, kissing the skin before moving between her breasts over her sternum. “Your beautiful breasts.” His fingers play with the elastic of her panties. “The sight of you is forever inked in my mind, like a tattoo.” She could feel warmth pooling between her legs as the temperature in the room rises, his eyes looked up at her, his lips trail down her stomach before stopping once he reaches her panties, his fingers release her panties and moves to the outside of her thigh and gently rubs her warm skin. “Are you comfortable, beautiful?”

“Yes, yes.” (Y/n) answers, knowing that he wanted to hear her say it out loud.

“Good, because I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Tae says. “That’s the last thing I want.” His hand moves from the outside of her thigh to the top of it, his fingers gently kneading into the skin as he continues to slide his hand over her thigh, stopping once his hand was between her thighs. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.” (Y/n) breathes out, yearning for his touch, Taehyung softly smiles at her, she could see his eyes darken with lust, but he only cared about pleasuring her, he was moving slowly for her, making sure that she was comfortable, her eyes fall down to his lap, seeing a tent forming in his jeans, her eyes move back to his face.

“Can I remove these?” Tae asks, she knew what he meant, she knew he was referring to her panties.

“Yes.” (Y/n) says while nodding, he moves his hand from between her thighs back to her panties, both his hands taking hold of the fabric, she lifts her hips from the mattress, letting him pull the fabric down before lowering her hips back down to the mattress, his knuckles brushes along her legs as he removes it, once her panties were completely removed he dropped it to the floor and placed one hand on her leg before slowly sliding it upwards, his touch feeling like the stars were dancing on her skin, his hand moves to the inside of her thigh causing her to open her legs, giving him more access, his hand inches closer to her pussy before his fingers move over her pussy lips, feeling the heat coming from them.

“Mhm.” Tae hums in satisfaction, she closes her eyes as she felt his finger slip between her pussy lips. “Oh, so nice and wet.” His fingers slide along the inside of her pussy lips, collecting her wetness onto his finger, his eyes carefully watching her reaction.

“Mhm.” (Y/n) whimpers as she felt his finger circle around her clit.

“Moan for me, let me hear you,” Tae says as he slides his finger towards her opening, before sliding it back to her clit, he could feel her growing wetter as the seconds ticked by.

“Mhm.” (Y/n) softly hums as his finger pressed against her clit, he slides his finger from one side to the other. “Oh, Tae.” His finger moves back to her opening as a second one slips between her pussy lips, his fingers circled her opening before dipping the tips of his fingers inside her. “Oh.” She could feel his fingers stretching and filling her, but wasn’t nearly as satisfying as it would be if it was his length, he slowly pulls his finger out, stopping when just the tips remained inside her.

“You sound so beautiful,” Tae says as he carefully slips a third finger into her opening.

“Oh, mhm.” (Y/n) breathes out, his fingers disappear into her opening. “Mhm.”

“Does that feel good?” Tae asks, his fingers curl inside her.

“Yes.” (Y/n) breathes out, he slowly extends his fingers before curling them again, his eyes never leaving her face as he repeated the movement, he needed to be sure that she was enjoying it, that he was pleasuring her and not doing the opposite.

“Goddess, you look so beautiful,” Tae says, his tone deep as he spoke, he could see her muscles starting to twitch with pleasure as he continues to curl and extend his fingers inside her, a dull tension slowly starts to form in the pit of her stomach. “Are you going to come undone for me?” He could feel her walls beginning to clench around his fingers, his thumb slips between her pussy lips and circles around her clit. “Come for me, show me how beautiful you are when you’re quivering with pleasure.” His thumb ghostly brush over her clit causing her legs to shake with pleasure, warmth quickly spreads over her body as her walls clenched around his fingers. “Come for me, (Y/n).” He presses his thumb against her clit, the tension that had built up inside her suddenly shatters and pleasure washes over her, his fingers curls inside her, rubbing against the most sensitive spot inside her. “That’s it, so breathtaking.” Her body quivers with pleasure he could feel her wetness surrounding his fingers as she releases around them.

“So perfect,” Tae mumbles before flicking his lips, he could see the pleasure on her face and her eyes squeezed shut and her hands entangled with the bedsheets, before seeing her muscles relax as she came down from her high, her eyes open as he pulls his fingers from her opening and brought his hand into view, his eyes moving away from hers to look at his glistening fingers before looking back at her. “Look at the mess you made on my fingers, my goddess.” She stares at him as he moves his fingers closer to his mouth, his lips wrap around them and his tongue moves over his fingers, cleaning her wetness from them before pulling them from his mouth. “You taste so delicious.” (Y/n) couldn’t help but whimper at the sight.

“Tae.” (Y/n) whimpers as she watched him, he stood from the bed and begins removing his own clothes, peeling off the white t-shirt from his body and dropping it to the ground, the next piece of clothing to be removed was his shoes, he quickly kicks them off before moving to his jeans and carefully tugs them down after unbuttoning and unzipping them, (Y/n) could only stare at him in amazement, everything about him was practically perfect, she couldn’t find one flaw on him.

“I can feel you staring at me,” Tae says, his eyes were looking down as he removed his jeans. “You’re just as perfect, (Y/n).” She licks her lips as a smile begins to form on her soft lips. “Every part of you, I can never get over how beautiful you are, and how lucky I am to have you.” He kicks his jeans aside with his foot and moves to discard his underwear, his hard cock slaps against his stomach as he removed his underwear, he wraps his hand around himself as he pushes his underwear aside with his foot, he steps closer to the nightstand and pulls it open.

“Do you want me to…?” (Y/n) asks as the trails off, Taehyung knew what she was asking, but this was about her.

“No, no, this is about you, I don’t want you to do a thing,” Tae says as he reaches into the drawer and takes out a box of condoms, she leans over and takes out a packet from the box, he drops the box back into the drawer and used his knee to closer the drawer, his hand twists around his length, moving his hand up and down his length, he takes the packet from her and she moves back into position, bending her legs as she becomes impatient, she wanted to feel his warm body against hers, feel him fill her as he softly kisses her, he unwraps his hand from his cock and tears the packet open, he takes out the piece of protection and places it against his cock, pinching the tip of the protection before rolling it over his length, he turns his gaze towards the bed and moves to the end of it before crawling onto the bed, between her legs before crawling on top of her, their eyes meeting as he pressed one hand into the mattress to support his weight, she could feel his length brushing against her pussy lips, he reaches between them and wraps his hand around his cock before slipping himself between her moist pussy, coating his cock and the piece of protection with her wetness.

“Mhm, Tae.” (Y/n) whines as she felt his length brushing between her pussy lips, he moves himself to her opening and pushes the head of his cock inside her, he unwraps his hand from his length and placed it on the bed before leaning down, his lips brush against hers as his cock slowly sinks into her, slowly filling her and stretching her walls, capturing her soft whines in his mouth. “Mhm.” He breaks the kiss once his length was buried inside her.

“Are you still comfortable?” Tae asks, she nods her head.

“Yes.” (Y/n) breathes out, he couldn’t describe the incredible feeling of her walls wrapped around him. “Can you move?” He slowly begins to pull out, stopping when only the head of his cock remained inside her before slowly sinking himself back into her, he places one of his hands on her upper arm and slides his hand down her arm, towards her hand, he takes hold of her hand and brought her hand up to the pillows, interlacing his fingers with hers. “Tae.” His lips brush over her jaw as he pulls out until just the tip remained inside her. “Faster, please.” His hips suddenly snap forward. “Oh, Tae!” The sound of her sweet voice moaning his name sounded like music to him, it was his favourite sound in the entire world, a thin layer of sweat coated their skin as the room temperature continues to ride, the sound of her wetness filled the room each time he would thrust in and out of her.

“Oh, Tae!” (Y/n) moans out, his lips softly move over her neck, leaving soft kisses behind on her skin, a familiar sensation returns to the pit of her stomach, her walls begin to clench around him, her toes curl with pleasure while her mind became clouded with it, her free hand twists into the sheets. “Tae!” His lips trail up her neck, over her jaw. “I’m close!” He could feel how close she was, her walls clenching around him, milking him for an orgasm.

“Come for me, come undone for me,” Tae says in a husky tone, he thrusts into her before posing his lips against hers, capturing her moans, her eyes fall close as the tension in her lower stomach exploded and pleasure washed over her, her back slightly arched from the bed, he breaks away from the kiss as he felt her walls clamp down around him, his eyes rolled to the back of his head from the pleasurable feeling. “Goddess!” He could feel her wetness surrounding his length as she releases around him, he pulls out until just the head remained inside her before pushing himself back in, inching closer to his release, he could feel the energy from his body draining as his thrusts became irregular and slower, a sudden burst of energy exploded in his cock as he releases into the piece of protection, his thrusts coming to a complete hold inside her, he lowers his head, nuzzling his face into her neck, his lips softly kissing her neck, she pens her eyes as she comes down from her high, their breathing filled the room as both of them came down from the high, form the blissful experience, he lifts his head and stares into her eyes.

“So perfect, so beautiful,” Tae says, he carefully slips out from her and releases her hand before climbing off her, he sits at the edge of the bed and carefully removes the condom before tying it and tossing towards the trashcan. “Let me go run you a bubble bath.” He stood from the bed.

“Wait.” (Y/n) softly says, he stops in his tracks and turns towards the bed to look at her. “Will you join me?”

“Of course I will.”