#i love this brush it’s saving my life i heart being messy but kinda clean at the same time

[pekodaiz]

i was staring at a pencil case that had Him on it

[nostalgiabones]

Simple Sunday Afternoons // CH

This is just a random thing I wrote one day after talking to @calumrose as always lmao. I didn’t intend to post it but I think it’s a just a nice soft Sunday so, I thought I would! I also just wanted to make the point that the little moodboards I’ve made aren’t representative of what any of the ‘characters’ look like — they just represent the concept of the blurb! Let me know what you think, and as always, reblogs and feedback is so appreciated! ❤️

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“Good morning,”

A warm smile rises on Calum’s lips at the words as he flips a pancake in a pan, clad in only his grey joggers and a messy mop of curls upon his head, along with the glasses he’s taken to wearing more often recently. He doesn’t hear the giggles or yawns of your daughter, just some of her usual sounds in the morning, and assumes you’re entering the kitchen alone without her.

He doesn’t have a chance to turn around and check before you’re wrapping your arms around his waist — his warm skin soothing against your own. It’s not often you get little moments alone like this — not without a baby in between the two of you, either resting in his arms or your own. Not that it’s anything to complain about; the two of you love Mara more than life itself. You just miss getting to hold Calum for a little longer in the mornings.

“Yes, it is,” Calum replies, taking one of your hands in his own, lifting it to his face and brushing his lips over your knuckles. “Where’s the little one?”

You rest your cheek against him, just wanting to be close, wanting your skin on his. “I just put her down for an early nap, she was kinda fussy. I think her teeth are coming in.”

He nods, pouting at the thought of his sweet daughter being in pain.

“We’ll have to keep an eye on her,” He states, and you nod in agreement. “She’s probably going to be asleep a while, isn’t she? Do you want to go back to bed?”

You take a sip of coffee from the mug on the counter, not caring whether it was his or one he made for you. Everything he has is yours, and vice versa — even something as insignificant as coffee. He feels the same way about your heart.

“We finally have some time together, I don’t want to waste it sleeping,” You murmur, your palm sliding down his back, the gesture familiar and soothing to him. Goosebumps break out over his skin.

“Okay, well..” He turns down the heat on the stove, moving the hot pan to a cold ring in order not to burn himself when he gets distracted by you. He spins around, a hand landing on either side of your hip, his nose brushing yours as he leans in. “I could just stand here...” he interrupts himself by brushing his lips against yours. “And kiss you instead.”

You sigh against his lips and bask in the moment, one that is so rare nowadays. He notices you pout and he chuckles — his warm palms landing on the small of your back.

“What’s up with you, pouty?” He asks, keeping your face close, his eyes searching your face.

“I miss kissing you,” You whine, and he can’t help but kiss you again with the way you’re looking at him. You think back to Sunday’s before Mara — it feels like a different lifetime, but it wasn’t so long ago. Now days are filled with tears, smiles, happy baby giggles and messy meal times — but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if the only time you got to be close to Calum was at bedtime, once Mara had gone down.

“You can kiss me whenever you want, baby,” He replies, his pointer finger brushing up your cheek as he furrows his eyebrows at you.

“I know, but we don’t get time anymore,” You remind him, and he nods. You know you both need to make more of a conscious effort to spend quality time with each other — instead of trying to clean the whole house whilst Mara is napping. “It’s nice to be close to you like this.”

“Maybe Mara should grow some teeth more often.” He jokes, and you slap his chest playfully as he laughs.

“Don’t say that! She’s in pain,” You scold him, your hands pressed against his chest as he holds you close. “You won’t be saying that when she wakes up in a bad mood and won’t sleep tonight.”

He knows you’re right. As much as he jokes, there’s nothing he hates more than seeing his sweet girl in pain — whether it’s her teeth or anything else.

“Touché.” He smiles, kissing you once more. “Do you want to eat? I made pancakes.”

“But that means we have to stop kissing,” You sigh, and he can’t help but laugh at you once more. Calum brushes his lips against yours, his hands rubbing up and down the tops of your arms as you stand there. There’s something about seeing you in one of his t-shirts that goes straight to his heart every single time — even after being married for several years.

“Come on, pouty. Let’s have one meal uninterrupted before we have to deal with a grumpy Mara.”

***

“Cal, I need to get up,”

The sounds of Mara’s cries fill your ears as you gently push on Calum’s shoulders; trying to get him to move from where he’s fallen asleep on your lap so you can get up to get her. The two of you decided to watch a movie (or as much as you can get away with) whilst Mara slept, yet less than halfway through, Calum had fallen asleep with his face pressed against your chest.

“Mara is crying,” You murmur, brushing your fingers through his hair to rouse him a little more as he wakes up. “I need to go get her.”

He shifts in your lap and leans on one arm so you can get up, almost face planting the sofa once you stand up and he’s left there alone. He yawns and listens to the soothing words slipping from your lips as you approach Mara’s bedroom, already knowing you’ll be met with her sad eyes and messy hair. Her cries slow down but your voice gets louder as you head back to the lounge, and he sits up so he can take her.

“Look who it is,” You kiss Mara’s temple as you carry her through to where Calum is, her tired eyes lighting up as she spots her dad. Her skin is warm and flushed from sleep, much like Calum’s — the similarity between your husband and daughter when they’ve both woken up makes your heart melt.

“Hi, honey,” Calum greets her, reaching out for her from his spot on the sofa as he wakes up a little more. She yawns and her lips curl into a small smile as you set her down in his lap, a hand coming to hold either side of her as he gets her. You sit down next to them, unable to stop yourself from smiling at their matching puffy eyes and flushed cheeks. “How was your nap, hey? Are those naughty teeth still hurting you?”

He gets an answer through her gestures — as he speaks, she presses her lips to his shoulder, like she was trying to find some relief for her angry gums. “Oh, my poor girl. Shall we get you something that’ll help, hey? I think some yoghurt might work better than my shoulder, little one.”

Calum stands up from the sofa with a dramatic groan as he lifts her, kissing her forehead as she whines in his arms, rubbing at her heavy eyes with little fists. He opens the fridge as he hums under his breath, picking out her favourite apricot yoghurt and a spoon in the hopes of soothing her mouth.

“Why don’t we go for a walk to the park in a bit?” You ask, watching as Calum sets Mara down in her high chair. He pulls up a chair in front of her so he can feed her - knowing he’s about to get as messy as she usually does. “It’s a nice day out, and we can walk Duke at the same time.”

Calum nods, coaxing Mara to open her mouth as he feeds her. “That’s a good idea. Although I think we’re gonna need a bath after this.”

“We?”

“Do you see how much yoghurt is on her hands?” He laughs, leaning forward to kiss Mara’s forehead. In the process, she reaches out for him, the sticky, dairy snack landing on his own skin. “I think there’s more on her than in her mouth.”

He’s right, she’s messy, but looks significantly less uncomfortable than she did when waking up — so it’s worth it.

***

“Watch her eyes whilst I wash her hair, Cal,”

Calum steps out of the stream of the shower so you can rinse Mara’s hair, after lathering a sweet smelling shampoo through her curls. Breakfast had been a messy affair, and in an effort to save both time and water, you decided to have a family shower together.

He cups his hand over her forehead as you gently rinse the shampoo away, your fingertips smoothing over her scalp as content noises slip from her lips. The smile on her face tells you how happy she is to have your joint attention; loving nothing more than being inbetween the two of you.

“What does she find so funny about showering?” Calum asks, laughing himself as he holds Mara, lips brushing her wet cheeks as she giggles. He grabs the sponge to clean under her chin, making sure all of the yoghurt is gone, the familiar smell of her lavender body wash a comforting one. She tries to reach for the sponge as he does — her eyes fixated on the purple object.

“I don’t know, actually.” You reply, watching her eyes follow you as you move to wash Calum’s hair, too, noticing how much the blonde has grown out and his roots have come through. “We need to swap places again.”

“We should let Mara shower with us everyday if it means you washing my hair,” He suggests, met with a playful eye roll from you. Showering together was something he’d do everyday if he could — it’s one of his favourite intimate moments with you, a wonderful way to start his day. It’s more difficult to find time for it with Mara now though.

“I don’t know why you’re acting like I don’t do it even when your hands are free,” You reply and he laughs, knowing you’re right. Having his hair played with whether you’re washing it or just running your fingers through it is one of his favourite things, especially now it’s longer — a way to instantly make him relax. “You’re just using Mara as an excuse today, isn’t he, honey? He’s using you to make me wash his hair.”

She giggles and gives you a sweet wide mouthed smile, one that you wish you could freeze in time and see forever. One that soon will be accompanied by the teeth that are causing her so much pain.

“She doesn’t mind,” He pouts as he looks at her, lips brushing over her forehead as she smiles. She follows your lead and reaches up to put her own little hands into his hair, tiny fingers grabbing the curls in an attempt to help you. You laugh at her action, with a “are you trying to help mum, sweetheart?”

Calum grimaces but can’t help but laugh as he feels Mara tugging at his hair, knowing she’s trying to help, but isn’t quite as gentle as you are. “I think you need some lessons in hair washing, my love, it feels more like you’re trying to rip my hair out.”

It hurts, but her smile makes him ache in a completely different way.

***

“Is her pushchair in the garage?”

Calum grabs a teething ring from the fridge with his free hand as he nods, Mara occupying the other as she clings to his shoulder. It’s been a few hours since her morning nap and he knows she’s getting tired again; evident through her rubbing her eyes and her little whines. He knows she’ll fall asleep on the way to the park.

“Yeah, it’s near the back, behind the car.” He replies, kissing Mara’s forehead as she leans against his chest. She yawns and he rocks her in his arms, resting his cheek ontop of her head and holds her close. “Are you tired, little moon? That shower has made you sleepy, hey?”

His voice is a soft murmur as he talks to her; the tone one that is reserved for when he speaks to her. He’s so gentle and loving whenever he speaks to her and it makes your heart melt.

“Here we go,” You open the door and push her pram into the entrance to the house, unbuckling the straps so Calum can put her in. “Do you think she’s wrapped up enough? I don’t know if it’s as warm as it looks.”

Calum lifts her in his arms and pats her back, rocking her on the spot as he judges the weather. She’s comfy in a little t-shirt, hoodie and leggings, complete with baby old skool vans that Calum got her, to match his.

“How about a hat, too? Should we get you a beanie to match dad, baby?” He asks, knowing it’ll keep her ears warm if it gets a little chilly. You smile and head to her bedroom to get one of her little hats; her collecting growing with every one that Calum buys. “Come on, sweetheart, lets get you all cosy.”

He moves her away from his body to put her down and she cries, little hands trying to hold onto the neck of his own hoodie. Calum knows she’s being fussy because she’s getting tired and her mouth hurts, yet it makes him sad all the same. “You’re okay, honey, shh.”

Calum manages to set her down in the chair without too much of a fuss; making sure she’s sat down properly, and has her little elephant in reach as well as her pacifier. He leans down in front of her and kisses her nose, making a little ‘mwah’ noise as he does to try and soothe her and make her laugh. It doesn’t though — she still tries to hold onto him so he’ll pick her up again.

“What’s with the tears, angel? What’s the matter?” He soothes, staying close to her and gently wiping her tears away with his thumb. She sniffles and his heart aches at the sight. “You can go to sleep when we get walking, okay? You’re alright, my love.”

It’s moments like these where he’s happy that her pushchair is back facing, so she can see the two of you whilst you walk. You join them near the door, Mara’s beanie in your hands, a pout forming on your lips when you spot Mara in her pushchair.

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?” You ask, smoothing your fingers down her cheeks to soothe her. You tuck the hat over her head, making sure it covers her little ears to keep her warm. Calum hands you her soft blanket, and you tuck it around her knees so she’s snug — almost certain she’ll fall asleep as soon as you set off. “Your poor mouth is making you so sad, isn’t it? We don’t like having a sad girl.”

Calum grabs Duke’s lead and attaches it to his collar, handing it to you before he takes the handle of Mara’s pushchair. “Let’s go, my loves.”

You lock the door behind you before setting off; one hand holding Duke’s lead, and Calum takes the other — his calloused fingers slip between your own, warm and comforting. It’s such a small gesture yet it reminds you of the love between you both. Calum’s other hand pushes Mara’s pushchair at a steady pace. It’s a lovely spring afternoon — blue skies and birds singing in the trees, with just a slight breeze.

“It’s so nice to be out in the sun,” You comment, and Calum nods in agreement. His eyes land on Mara and he notices her squinting at the sun; stopping for a moment before he pulls the hood of her pushchair a little further up to shade her. “Is that better, honey? Can you see now?”

“It feels like we haven’t done this for a while.” Calum says, his thumb rubbing back and forth over the palm of your hand as you walk. He can’t help but feel a small amount of guilt nagging at his mind, knowing he’s spent a lot of time working recently. He’s always home for bedtime, but he’s always tired too — he knows you need to spend more quality time together. “It’s nice.”

“It is,” You reply, squeezing his hand in return. “When are you in the studio next week?”

Calum doesn’t answer for a moment as he thinks about the timing of you asking — like you also know that him being in the studio has meant less time together.

“I’m not going to go in,” He replies, and he knows it’s the right thing to do. “I miss you. I want to spend time with you and Mara this week, they can manage without me.”

It’s a small relief to hear the words. You never want to force Calum away from the studio, but he’s always in a different mindset when he writes. It’ll do him good to be away for a week — so you can spend more time wrapped in each other and with Mara.

You nod before speaking. “I’m so proud of you though, Cal. The songs are sounding great so far.”

A smile rises on his lips at the words, and he raises your joint hands to your lips so he can brush his lips against your knuckles.

“Thank you, honey. I know it’s a lot when we first start writing. I don’t mean to be distant, it’s just hard to get out of my head when I’ve been writing.” Calum explains, yet you don’t need him to; it’s a cycle you’ve witnessed several times throughout your relationship. You nod as he speaks.

“I know, Cal. It’s okay though.” You reassure him, leaning your head against his shoulder as you walk. “It’s all part of who you are, and I love you for you.”

Nothing else needs to be said.

It’s then that the two of you realise the gentle movement of the wheels of the pushchair against the pavement has sent Mara to sleep, and she’s tucked up under her blanket, fast asleep. Her cheeks are rosy red from the warmth and her sore gums, her little hands tucked up against her face. Calum smiles at the sight, reaching into the pram to push her curls away from her face.

“She’s so sweet.” He murmurs, his heart melting when she leans into his touch, even in her sleep.

“She’s all you,” You reply, watching as she wiggles in her sleep. From her wild curls to her full cheeks and pouty lips, every inch of her reminds you of Calum. He disagrees, though.

He shakes his head.

“No… she doesn’t get her temper and grumpy faces from me.”

Your mouth opens in shock and you playfully hit his arm as he laughs. “Hey! You know for a fact that her grumpy morning face is all from you, don’t try and put that on me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He replies, leaning to kiss you in a silent playful apology. “Whatever you say, my love.”

***

“Should we sit down here for a bit?”

Calum nods and puts the break on Mara’s pushchair, where she’s still sleeping soundly, in between the two of you as you sit down.

“She’s been asleep for a while, there’s no way she’s sleeping tonight.” Calum tells you, and you fear he might be right, even though she needs the sleep with her teeth coming in. “Do you think we should wake her up?”

You gently push her curls away from her face as she snoozes, your heart melting at her pouty lips all smushed up as she sleeps. You realise it has been over an hour since she went to sleep, and that she’ll feel even worse later on if she can’t sleep.

“Yeah, as much as I don’t want to,” You pout, feeling how warm her skin is under your touch. “It’ll do her good to have some fresh air and wake up a bit.”

Calum gently moves the blanket from her lap and pats her tummy, slowly trying to rouse her. Ever since she was born, Mara had been a heavy sleeper - never one to be easily woken up. Maybe she did get that from you. There’d be times where Calum would take her outside with him in the morning to watch the sun rise and she’d happily sleep in his arms, undisturbed by any movement.

“Mara…” Calum murmurs, undoing the buckles so he’d be able to pick her up once she wakes up. He didn’t want to startle her, and knows she’ll just go back to sleep if he rocks her. “Wake up, sweetheart.”

He notices Mara twitch and start sucking on her pacifier — a sign that she’s a little more awake than she was. He brushes his thumb over her cheek and she whines, screwing her eyes up when she realises that she’s outside. She stretches, reaching her arms out for a moment and closing her eyes once more when she relaxes.

“I love watching her wake up.” You comment, chuckling as she very slowly comes round. Calum decides she’s awake enough to move her — carefully slipping his hands underneath her and pulling her up to his chest. “Hi, baby.”

Calum groans dramatically as he gets her settled in his lap and a few cries slip from Mara’s lips at the disturbance; fists lifting to rub her eyes as she wakes up. She sniffles and sucks harder on her pacifier, burying her face against Calum’s chest as he holds her.

“Good afternoon, my love,” Calum murmurs, rubbing her back with his fingertips as he cradles her. “Are you back with us, hey? You’ve been asleep for a long time, honey.”

You know she has no idea what he’s saying, but she loves hearing his voice all the same. He gives her a moment to wake up, brushing his fingers through her hair and cuddling her against him.

“Look how red her cheeks are,” You mention, pouting at the sight — rosy red from how sore her gums are. “Our poor baby.”

He lifts her up so she’s basically standing on his legs, her face in front of his - her hands lifting to cover her eyes from the light. There’s a few families around, children playing and birds singing — a lot of different sights and noises for her to take in. It’s a peaceful day — a feeling of contentment overcoming both you and Calum.

“Hi, little moon,” Calum kisses her pouty lips and gets her settled in his arms, a hand underneath her to keep her sat up. She yawns and her eyes land on you, a smile on her lips as she realises you’re there. “Oh, there’s a smile! We haven’t seen one of those for a little while. Should we get you home soon and have some dinner? How does that sound?”

Calum decides to carry her on the way home for a little while, and your heart melts at the sight — the way he points out different trees and her curious eyes take in the new sights. There’s no one else you want to discover more of the world with.

***

When Calum said Mara wouldn’t sleep that night… he was right. After an hour of rocking her in her room to no avail, you decide to let her join your movie night; there was no point in stressing yourself and Mara out if she didn’t feel like sleeping.

“She gets her stubbornness from you too,” Calum announces, kissing Mara’s temple as he sits down on the sofa next to you with her in his arms. Duke is curled up on one side of you, a blanket thrown over your knees as you waited for Calum to bring Mara down to join you both. “She is not sleeping anytime soon.”

Her big brown eyes look at you from her spot on Calum’s lap — evident that no sleep is about to take place. You laugh at Calum’s words and roll your eyes, shaking your head as Mara reaches out for you.

“Yeah, come here, sweetheart,” You take her and settle her in your lap, brushing your fingers through her hair. “Dad is so mean, isn’t he?”

Calum joins you under your blanket and throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you both close to him. His cheek rests against your head as he looks at Mara, seeing so much of both you and him in her. He finds the discarded teething ring and hands it to her, hoping it’ll settle her down if it soothes her a little.

“Hey, don’t tell her that,” He replies, his free hand stroking her cheek as she yawns. “You’re meant to be on my side, sweetheart.”

“Sorry, we’re ganging up on you on this occasion, babe.” You shrug your shoulders, rubbing your hand down Mara’s back as she settles in his lap.

Mara finally falls asleep a little later that night curled up in Calum’s arms on the sofa — a warm bottle of milk managing to help her drift off. At the same time, you’re fast asleep with your head in Calum’s lap, and he decides that Sunday’s are his favourite day.

And that with his little family... every day feels like Sunday.

***

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Happy One Year Hyperfixation to Me! ~~~

Catra can hear Adora pacing her room like mad when she enters. Adora stops when she hears the door closing.

"Catra!" She walks over to her instead, affection plain in her eyes. She takes Catra's hand, pulling it to her heart. Catra stares at it. Her fingertips brush the outline of the Failsafe, and Adora's heart races beneath her palm. Adora leans in close, pressing Catra into the doorway, and peppers Catra's face with kisses. Catra squeaks. Adora lets her go.

"Meeting with Entrapta ran a little late," Catra explains, breathless. "You okay?"

"Mhm. You're so warm," Adora murmurs in soft delight, nuzzling her cheek. At some point she stops moving, happy just to have Catra crushed beneath her. Catra taps her arm.

"We can cuddle, I just gotta get cleaned up first." Adora presses one more kiss to her lips. She lingers there, both of them still pressed chest to chest. "Adora," Catra chides playfully. Adora reluctantly pulls away.

"Be quick?" she asks. She's desperate, and Catra isn't sure why.

"So clingy today," Catra says, but her soft smile betrays her. Her fingers brush against Adora's arm as she slips out, and her tail curls against Adora's wrist. Catra grabs something comfortable to wear and heads into the bathroom. She leaves the door open. Adora bounces on her heels just outside, the steam from the shower tickling against her skin. As much as she likes seeing Catra without clothes on, she's even more impatient. Catra gives her a confused look when she gets out of the shower to brush her teeth. Adora is cowed into sitting on their bed to wait.

Catra walks to their bed and climbs onto her lap when she's done. She places her arms loose around Adora's neck, smirking. Adora takes Catra into her arms with a beaming smile.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Catra teases. Adora nuzzles into her shoulder, holding her tighter. She rolls onto her back and then her side. The motion hitches Catra up with her, making her yelp. They land with a soft poomf on their designated sides of the mattress.

Catra giggles. Adora's hair splays wild on the pillows. Catra's side has none of those; she just uses Adora. Adora admires the moonlight halo against her. She reaches her hand up, playing with the back of Catra's hair, making her purr. Then it drops down to her neck. Catra lets out a soft gasp when Adora touches the scar there. Her fingers trail down to her shoulder and follow the line of her arm until she clasps their hands together. Catra watches Adora take her hand and press it to her lips, enamored. She pulls it down, holding Catra's hand against her chest again, like she did earlier in the doorway. Catra's knuckles brush against the failsafe scar. She watches it- Catra hasn't been able to ask about that. Not yet, anyway. Adora releases her hand, and holds Catra's face with gentle fingers. She presses their heads together.

"You're real," Adora breathes in relief. Catra sits up and frowns.

"I'm what?" Adora tries to pull Catra back into her arms, but she isn't having any of that until she gets answers. Adora sits up so she can drape herself over Catra instead.

"At the Heart. I had a dream that you were here- in my room- and everything was perfect. And I guess this part wasn't really a dream- Prime took everything away from me." Catra shudders. She’s grateful that she never saw Prime face-to-face again- not after Adora had rescued her from the Velvet Glove. Adora blasting the ship with magic was probably the best thing that ever happened.

"I shouldn't have left you then-"

"No," Adora says, "It was when I was dying in the Heart. The virus." Catra lets out a soft breath. Adora crosses her legs so she can pull Catra on top of her. She buries her face into Catra's neck and clings to her. "I've been threatened before. That doesn't scare me. But sometimes I wonder if I'm still there. That you'll disappear if I even close my eyes. Your love is... It's wonderful, but if it's only a fantasy I'm having..." Catra runs her fingers through Adora's hair with shaking hands. She kisses her head.

"No. This is real," she assures.

"I can't take losing you."

"You don't have to die to have this." She can feel Adora crying on her shoulder, the way her whole body heaves with her stuttering breaths. Catra pets her hair. "I love you, Adora."

Adora pulls her head away from Catra's neck. She kisses Catra softly. Her lips taste like tears. She pulls them both back into the bed, laying Catra on top of her. She kisses her, again and again and again.

"I love you, Catra. I love you."

~~~

Before the Heart, Catra would pull away from Adora, afraid to let herself be vulnerable, afraid that she would only be pushed away in the end like always. Adora missed having something as simple as holding her hand, but she couldn't find the words to say anything.

After the Heart, Catra still hesitated. But they hesitated with a lot of things, so it wasn't unexpected. As wonderful as it was to have each other, it was still new, especially in the face of three years of being enemies.

After last night, Catra takes her hand every second of the day that they're together. Like a lot of things she does, Catra doesn't wait and she doesn't ask. She looks at Adora like she wants to put her in her heart, where nothing will ever hurt her again. It's not possessive- it's grounding for her, actually. Catra watches her with hope in her eyes, and she isn't going anywhere.

Adora never tells anyone else. She doesn't even tell Bow and Glimmer. So Glimmer doesn't understand it.

"I know you love her, Catra, but Adora doesn't need you to hold her hand to walk," Glimmer teases. Bow nudges Glimmer with his arm.

"Oh come on. It's cute!" Adora frowns. Catra does it because she knows the depth of her anxiety. It doesn't feel fair to her to brush it off.

Catra laughs.

"Are you sure, Sparkles? I'm kinda the brains of the operation." It's Catra's usual teasing, but it also lets Adora decide whether or not to say anything. She only grins and pulls Catra's hand to her lips.

"And the beauty too? Save something for me, Kitty." Catra lets out an indignant noise. Adora laughs and kisses her on the cheek.

~~~

When they go to bed that night, Adora wraps her arms around Catra. Catra purrs in amusement. Adora tugs a bit before taking a step back, so Catra knows to follow. She leads them towards the bed. They fall backwards into the big fluffy mess, Catra practically crushing Adora beneath her body. Adora only hums with delight. She appreciates Catra just being here with her, and she needs her to know it. Catra settles in, happy as long as Adora is happy.

"See? I'm right here," Catra whispers against her lips, "So close your eyes."

Adora does. She holds Catra tighter, feeling her chest rise and fall with her breath, the heat of her skin, the pulse of her heart like her own.

"I'll be here," Catra says, "Always."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

~~~

Catra has racked up an impressive collection of suits during her time in Bright Moon, and Adora has never tired of seeing her in them. A bold streak of silver stands out in her hair now. It's a warm grey against the dark of her hair, and Adora's heart catches in her chest. God, Catra looks more handsome every year, every day even.

Adora didn't think she'd get to marry her, much less be here. Today they're dressed for the anniversary of the day Prime was defeated and magic was released to Etheria. The end of the war.

Adora walks up to Catra as she fixes her lapel, a starry-eyed look on her face. She cups Catra's cheek in her hand. Catra pauses and gazes up at her, before covering Adora's hand with her own. There's an overwhelming fondness between them, in their comfortable silence, the soft smile at their lips, the way their fingers brush together. Adora's eyes flutter closed, and she takes a sharp breath.

"It was so long ago," Adora says. Catra turns her face into Adora's hand, kissing her palm. Adora makes a choked noise, and Catra notices tears falling down her cheeks. She squeezes Adora's hand.

"Adora, what's wrong?" There's soft concern in her voice. But Catra doesn't panic like she used to when Adora cried. She pulls Adora closer with her other arm, and just holds her. Adora shakes her head and laughs, even while she's still crying. She leans in and peppers Catra's cheek with messy kisses.

"Catra, you make me so happy," she whispers, "The last twenty years have been the best of my life." Catra goes breathless. She holds Adora a bit tighter.

"Idiot," she murmurs, "You don't have to cry over that." Adora knows she doesn't mean it, and she just laughs more. Catra lets go of her hand, only to wipe away Adora's tears with her thumb. She presses their heads together, nuzzles her nose against hers. "You make me happy too. I'm just... So lucky to have you." Adora beams. Her arm glides up Catra's back, and her fingers settle in Catra's mane.

"I love you," Adora promises her. There's no other words she can think of, that live up to everything Catra's been for her. Catra purrs. She tilts her head ever so slightly. Adora can taste her breath when they lean in to kiss, soft and sweet. They only pull away enough to breathe, and then Adora realizes that Catra is crying too. The good kind. She strokes her hand through Catra's long, wild hair.

"I love you too," Catra promises her, "Always." Adora sways a little, and Catra follows the motion. They hold each other close.

When they do have to pull away for real, it's slow and lazy. Adora presses one last kiss to Catra's lips. Catra fixes Adora's diadem on her head, then fusses with her hair a little, just to touch her. She takes Adora's hand.

"Come on, beautiful."

[rae-writes]

You and me, Me and you

Kite x reader

warnings : mentions of nsfw, mentions of death, slight angst

word count : 2.k

Authors note : I have a problem with commas, despite being a straight A student in my English classes, I still forget where I should and should not put a comma so please don’t mind if they’re in the wrong spot.

You met Kite when you were quite young. You were thrown out on the streets at an early age and had just been caught stealing. They would’ve beaten you if Kite hadn’t saved you, swooping down from the rooftops and distracting them. 

“GO!” the boy in blue yelled. He looked a few years older with long, snowy white hair that went down to his waist and a cap that helped cover his eyes. That’s all you saw about him though, as you quickly turned and followed his order. The mysterious boy followed, eventually passing you as you both ran from the townsfolk. 

You stopped a ways away, breathing heavily. “T-Thank you. My name is Y/n.”

The boy glanced down, seeming hesitant to tell you who he was. After a bit of catching your breaths, however, he spoke up, “Kite. My name is Kite.”  He continued to observe you before giving you an offer, “Would you...like to come stay with me? You don’t seem very good at being able to live on the streets.” 

Your eyes sparkled, “Really? You’d let me? I was thrown out not too long ago...so I don’t know much.” 

Kite nodded, motioning for you to follow him. You walked for a while before coming up to an opening. Upon entering, you noticed it was a sewer, which didn’t seem to be that bad. After a few more turns, you came to a dead end where two or three animals were laying around a small spot on the floor with some dirty blankets piled up. 

A grin broke out onto your face, “This is so cool!” In return, Kite himself gave you a small smile. 

“This is where I stay and now that you’ll be staying too, no one can know about this place alright? From now on it’s just you and me.” 

You looked up at your savior and smiled a big, bright smile, “Me and you!”

----

After a few years of living together, someone was waiting for you and Kite when you got back from getting food that day. The man introduced himself as Ging Freecss, a pro hunter. Kite had started pestering the man to teach him to be one, and after a while you did too. Ging eventually agreed, although you weren’t his “Official” students or anything. Soon, it was time for you to take the hunter exam. 

“I’m so nervous, Kite!” 

Said boy rolled his eyes at you, “It’ll be fine Y/n. We were trained by one of the best hunters in the world. We got this.” Kite stopped walking when he noticed you weren’t following, stepping back to stand next to you again. 

“I know, it’s just...what if you pass and I don’t? I don’t...I don’t wanna be left behind.” Your voice wavered as you looked down to hide the tears that were forming. “I feel like I just found you and I don’t wanna lose you.” 

A hand came down on your shoulder, “You won’t lose me.” Before you knew it you were pulled into a warm, brief hug. Looking up, you saw Kite give you a confident smile, “It’s you and me, remember?” 

You nodded, smiling back at your best friend, “Me and you.”

----

You both, not surprisingly, passed the exam with flying colors. You were very excited to relax and celebrate a little, but your mentor had different ideas. Your and Kite’s next “official” hunter task was to find Ging. He gave the two of you his hunter’s license and set off to go “hide”. 

“Find one of the world’s best hunters? Is he insane?!” You were, to put it simply, not happy. You and Kite had just passed the hunter exam, which took a month or two, and now you were being forced to play hide and seek? Seriously? 

“We’ll find him, Y/n.” Kite was rummaging through your guys’ stuff, getting ready for the hard journey ahead of you. 

“We will? In case you haven’t realized, he’s literally-” 

“One of the best hunters in the world. Yes, I know. Which is exactly why we’re gonna find him.” He stood, walking over to grab your hand, “You and me.” 

You sighed, but smiled nonetheless, “Me and you.” 

----

After a few months of hard work and sleepless nights, you and Kite had located Ging. The trip wasn’t in vain as you’d thought it’d be, as you had met a lot of friends along the way. There wasn’t anything you really needed to do after hunting down your former mentor, so the two of you finally had time to relax and celebrate how far you’d gotten. 

“Well Kite, you were right. We did it.” You were impressed with yourself, even more so with Kite. You never thought as a kid this is where you’d be, but you weren’t complaining. 

“Y/n.”

You blinked, looking over at Kite in confusion at his sudden serious tone. “Kite?”

He stood to his full height, walking over to you and holding his hand out. As soon as you grabbed it, Kite pulled you in close, to the point where you could feel his breath fanning on your face. “Y/n...I never thought I’d have someone to care about until you came along. These past years have been amazing to say the least so...I uh...would you be my girlfriend?” 

You stared at him in shock, noting his pink tinted cheeks and downcast eyes. He was just about to pull away from you when you grabbed the sides of his face, “Kite…” His eyes shot up to yours and you smiled, tearing up slightly. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.” 

Kite’s eyes widened, before he brought you into a kiss. It was kinda messy and definitely inexperienced, but you loved it. This is what you’ve wanted for years, although much to your dismay, he pulled away and leaned in to rest his forehead on yours. 

“You and me.” He nuzzled your noses together, going in to brush his lips against yours.

You brought him in for another kiss, “Me and you.” 

----

The night Kite made love to you was beautiful. The area was surrounded by trees with a crystal clear pond in the middle, sparkling due to the starry sky. It was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” 

Carding your hands through his long hair, you smiled, “I’ve never wanted anything more than this.” The pure love that shone through the smile Kite gave you was heart melting. He gently pushed you backwards, laying you down on the soft forest floor. 

Kite leaned in, brushing his lips against yours, looking in your eyes with an abundance of emotion. His touch was soft, gentle as the two of you undressed each other in the light of the moon. It gave the impression that Kite was glowing, his beautiful white hair and pale skin sparkling in an ethereal way. 

“You and me.” Kite’s gaze was intense, something you wanted to get closer to and shy away from at the same time. The way he was making sure you really wanted this almost brought tears to your eyes. 

You’ve never loved anyone more than you loved the man on top of you. “Me and you.” 

----

You and Kite had really always been together, you couldn’t even remember the days before you met him anymore. So while this didn’t come as a surprise to anyone that knew the two of you, it still made you shocked and overjoyed. 

“Y/n,” 

You’re heart rate accelerated at nearly an alarming speed.

“We have been together for as long as I can remember and it’s always been the two of us. Maybe that’s why this won’t mean anything to a lot of people but it means something to me. So would you, Y/n L/n,” Kite looked up from his position on the ground, pulling out a glittering silver band, “Marry me?” 

You couldn’t fight the smile that overtook your face, immediately dropping down to be eye level with your Fiance. “Yes!” You weren’t able to say anything else as Kite basically launched himself into your embrace, the two of you falling to the ground while laughing happily. 

Kite pulled himself off of you, “I know it’s not much but…” he flashed the inside of the ring to you. Engraved on the side was ‘You and me, Me and you.’ 

Tears sprang, and you choked out a laugh. “Kite, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you laughed, whether in disbelief that you had gotten so lucky or in pure joy you couldn’t decide. 

He pulled back, grabbing your left hand and sliding the ring on. “I was gonna wear mine but I figured you would want to put it on me.” Kite pulled out an exact copy of yours, engraving and all, just a little bigger. “You and me.”

Your face was starting to hurt from all the smiling you were doing as you gently took his ring and put it on his left hand. “Me and you.” 

----

Tragedies are a given in life, you just weren’t expecting one to happen so soon. The Chimera Ant came out of nowhere, Kite taking the blow as he tried to protect the three of you. Your entire world had stopped and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

The single, torn off arm laying on the grass would haunt you for the rest of your life. Time slowed as you looked back to Kite and the thing standing next to him. Anger and blood lust engulfed you, both your and Gon’s nen spiking in rage. 

Killua knocked Gon clean out, which made you falter in your movements. 

“A wise decision Killua,” 

your eyes snapped to Kite, 

“Now take Gon and get outta here!” 

Killua turned and ran but you stayed rooted to the floor as Kite summoned crazy slots. You couldn’t leave Kite, you wouldn’t. However when his gaze locked onto yours, you swear you heard him say something. 

“You and me.” 

You choked on the air you were breathing as tears started running down your face, shaking your head violently. Number 2 was picked and his scythe materialized. His eyes told what more he couldn’t say and you felt your heart shatter. 

“Me and you.” You turned and ran, sobbing as you quickly caught up with Killua and grabbed both him and Gon. You didn’t let go of the boys or stop running until you reached the checkpoint entry of the NGL. 

After a few hunters arrived, you set off without a word, going back to the spot you had regrettably left Kite. When you arrived, nothing was there. Not even his arm. That gave you a shred of hope but the dread in your stomach wouldn’t disappear, even as you screamed out in pure despair, “KITE!” 

----

You, Gon, and Killua were taken to the place they were holding Kite. Shoot and Knuckle had found him a couple days ago, however, the three of you had to wait and were watched to determine if you could handle seeing him. Shoot released Kite from his nen cage and Gon was the first one to walk forward, getting slapped around by what looked like Kite but you knew it really wasn’t.  

Gon had left the room, his promise of fixing the man in front of you lingering in the air. It felt like you were paralyzed, stuck having to watch the man you loved stumble around like a puppet. 

“Y/n...”

“Leave.”

“But-”

“I said LEAVE!” 

Everyone filed out of the room at your request and as soon as the door shut, you broke down into sobs. What did they do to your love? You glanced up at Kite, pondering how you could get close to him without making him attack you. 

“Kite…” you forced your nen to grab a hold of him and walked forward. “Kite.” 

He started thrashing, growling at you but unable to move as your nen kept him in place. With the way he was now, you were at eye level as you reached your arms up and wrapped them around his neck. Miraculously, he stopped trying to attack as you nuzzled your cheek against his. 

“I swear, I will help Gon fix you. We still haven’t gotten married, you know. You’re...you’re still too young to go, we have our whole lives ahead of us.” You pulled away, grabbing his face, “We will fix you. I will fix you.” Leaning up, you kissed his forehead and backed away. 

Kite started thrashing around once more as you headed toward the door. 

“You and me, Me and you.” you released your nen and shut the door, hearing Kite trying to knock it down. You would fix him. Even if it killed you. 

----

It felt like years, but really it had only been around 30 minutes. You and Gon were running towards the place Kite was being held, with Pitou running in between. Again, it felt like years before you reached the large building and made your way down to Kite. What happened next made you wish you never came at all. 

“This man...This man is dead. He died in our fight.” 

There was a sharp ringing sound in your ears, and your throat closed up on its own. You watched as Kite swayed from side to side before falling to the ground face first. You heard a scream and perhaps it was yours but you paid no mind as everything started to blur. Not long after, Gon dropped to the floor.

“Kite is...dead?”

You nearly dropped as well, stumbling towards your lover and pulling him in your arms. There were no sounds as you sat with Kite draping over your lap, his head resting on your chest. Your body could not even produce the means to sob and cry out, everything was just numb. You didn’t notice when Gon and Pitou left, you stayed rooted to your spot on the floor while subconsciously rocking Kite back and forth with your body.

“Kite...it was supposed to be Me and you, remember?”

----

When Morel busted through your hospital room, saying that Kite was alive you thought you’d finally gone crazy. After his explanation though, you realized that you hadn’t lost Kite after all, even if he was in a girl’s body now. So after Gon recovered, you followed along with him to where Kite was staying. 

Gon motioned for you to go visit Kite first, so you let Spinner lead you to the room where he was in. 

“Kite? Someone’s here to see you.”

“Send them in.” His voice was higher than it had been, but still kept the rich sounding tone.

You quietly walked in, noting his back was turned toward you. He stood, maybe too soon for your liking, and turned. 

Kite now had pinkish red hair, with purple eyes and freckles. He was also...shorter? Your lips curled up, a small laugh coming from you. 

“What’s so funny, Y/n?”

You faltered at the mention of your name, finally looking into Kite’s eyes. “I’m taller now.” 

That made his lips curl up as well, “That’s what you’re worried about?” The laugh that followed was eerily familiar. 

You couldn’t stop the tears that started streaming down your face. Kite was actually here. Alive and in front of you. So why couldn’t you move?

“I know it’s weird. I look different and well...I am in a girl’s body now. But I...I hope that doesn’t make you run away from me.”

You glared, although your heart wasn’t really into it. “Seriously? We’ve been through everything together and you think I’m gonna run away just because your shape is different?” Your body moved on it’s own, wrapping your arms around Kite’s waist and lifting him up. “Idiot.” 

His laugh this time made your heart melt as you gently set him back down. The hand that caressed your features were so familiar yet so different at the same time. “You and me.” 

You smiled, fishing out Kite’s silver band from your pocket and presenting it to him, jokingly dropping down on one knee. “Me and you.” 

[overlyimmersed]

Nightmares and Daydreams

A Gravity Falls AU.

Hi @verysorrytobother​ Stanticore anon, revealing my true identity to share this with you! I wasn’t sure how a post this long would go over as an ask, so I decided to do it this way. I hope this is ok.

I’ve been working on this for a while and I hope it goes over well enough. The artwork took me the most time.

As a car crash victim is slowly dying, her mental self panics in the mindscape. She's offered a deal to save her life. Let the game begin.

(Content warnings: Blood. Descriptions of serious injuries.)

"What..." she whispered to herself, staring at the other in disbelief.

"Yep!" he confirms, in a high-pitched, grating, inappropriately upbeat tone, "Dead as a doornail, kid!- Well technically you still have a few more seconds till you brain totally ceases to function. Better make up your mind while you still have one!"

She's still staring dumbly at him. How can he be this nonchalant about it?! A half second ago she was sitting in the front seat of the family truck, a totally routine trip to the store- she never liked trucks but her dad's a carpenter so they need the hauling space. At least it's a pretty shade of blue- and the next she's here, laying face down in a black void with this prick this- this...All Seeing Eye? He's like the Illuminati symbol, but with arms and legs and a top hat. Caution sign yellow and talking to her- or at her. Bill. Freaking. Cipher. Every time he 'speaks' he flashes with light- no mouth so does it really count as speaking? More like his voice is being projected right into her mind- ... And he's telling her that she freakin died! Can't he see how messed up this is?! Can't he sympathize at all!? Then again, it's Bill. She ought to know better.

She ought to know better. She's seen this show a hundred times, she knows nothing good comes from dealing with Cipher. But she doesn't have time to be careful, she doesn't have the luxury of weighing options.

"Tick-tock, Car Wreck!" The obnoxious voice insists again, forcing her out of her stupor, his outstretched hand now alight with blue fire.

Her face scrunches up in a loud cringe, eyes screwed shut and teeth bared, and she swings her hand till it lands solidly in his. Crazed cackling resounds as the deal is struck, but it falls to simple soundtrack as her senses try to sort out what's going on.

She'd expected the blue fire to burn, or at least feel like something, but it didn't. Instead her entire being is flung into a...whirl? Free fall? Something that makes her stomach jump into her throat, and gives her vertigo.

The sensation stops suddenly, only to be replaced by a cacophony of new perceptions. She isn't sure which strikes her first, the sounds or the smell. Shrieks of agony and terror make up the next track of this bizarre playlist, punctuated by the reek of burnt hair. When her eyes fly open to try and make sense of it all, they have no luck. The sight that meets her is a sky of surreal, swirling, bastardized ribbons of every hue, like being inside a filthy bubble. Floating strewn about the space are pockmarked asteroids, and little else.

"So what'd ya think?" The grating voice rejoins the discord, drawing her shell-shocked gaze. "Home-sweet-home, huh? Well don't worry, you won't be here for very long. A deal's a deal, Car Wreck." With that que, and a snap of his fingers, she's falling again. This time untethered and unaccompanied. It takes her a moment to realize the scream ripping though the void is coming from her own throat. Once it hits her, so does something else, and the world goes black.

She wakes some time later, maybe moments maybe days. She has no way of knowing. She pushes herself onto her hands and knees, groggy and disoriented. It takes her a moment to notice the texture under her hands and focus her vision on it. It's grass. She sits up and looks around. "oh..." she says to herself, taking in the scenery. It's lovely, a grassy, sun soaked field. The sky made of churning colors like the last place she'd been, but they're pastel and much prettier. A warm breeze brushes past her face and she takes a deep breath of it, it smells sweet and warm, heavy with the scent of growing things, and for the first time since this started she finds some peace. Peace which is quickly shattered by a familiar, grating voice.

She jumps and whirls around so quick she falls onto her butt. There, floating just inches from where her head had been, is Bill. Laughing at her of course.

"Whoops! Didn't mean to scare you there, Car Wreck!" he claims, moving through the air to look around, then turning back around to look at her. "So how do you like the new digs?"

There's a beat of silence where she just stares at him again, but quickly she shakes off the shock and tries to respond. "Uh...It's nice." She lets her eyes roam around for a second, before returning to Bill, "Where are we?"

"This is the Realm of Daydreams! Your new HQ!" he answers, floating around behind her and making a grand gesture with his arms.

She turns her head to follow him, "Daydreams? HQ?"

"Yep! This is where you'll hang out when you're not puppeting your little pawns." He turns around to look at the scenery more himself. "Kinda dull if you ask me. Maybe you can do something about that!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh you know, some pillars of anguish, an alter of unholy fire, maybe a blood fountain or a couple of-" he gestures with each suggestion, like a landscaper creating a vision, until she cuts him off.

"No I mean," she finally pushes herself to a stand, teetering a little till she finds her balance. "Pawns?"

He turns back to her, "Oh yeah, which ones do you want anyway?" he waits a beat for an answer, but she just stares back at him, clearly not following. "Ugh, our deal?"

He hadn't really told her what the deal was, just mentioned a game and a second chance. "Uhh, I don't think you-"

"Oh right, you flesh bags need everything explained to you." he groans, rolling his eye, "Alright, here's the deal. We're gonna play a little game," he holds out his hand and a little hologram like projection appears showing an aerial view of a town. "and the people of this hick town are gonna be the pieces." ten little blue stick figures appear in the center of town, each with a little symbol above it's head. "If you win, you rejoin the land of the living!" a little magenta stick figure pops into existence next to the others and they all do a little happy dance. "If I win..." suddenly the whole projection goes up in flames, and she jerks her head back instinctively, "You burn with rest of those worthless mortals!" He bursts into a fit of maniacal laughter, which actually gives her some times to recover.

After a second of shocked staring, she blinks a few times then puts on as neutral an expression as she can. "Ok. So what are the rules?"

"Simple!" he answers, cutting off his laughter "We can't directly manipulate each other's pawns, and we can't interfere with the other's powers."

"That's it?"

"Yep. Everything else is fair game"

"Ok...What are my powers?"

"Same as mine! Except you don't have to wait till someone falls asleep to get in their head."

"I see..." her eyes wander to the ground as she contemplates the information, and her hand reaches for the longest of her three necklaces to idly play with the spiked pendant. "So you can talk to them in dreams, and I can talk to them in daydreams."

"Bingo!"

She scrunches her nose a little, thinking of a few ways that could end up being annoying. "Alright, anything else I need to know?"

"Hmm, nope! That just about covers it. All that's left is to pick our pawns, I'll even let you go first!" And with that ten, glowing, blue symbols appear between them. She looks them over carefully, she knows who each symbol corresponds to- supposing the cartoon from her world is accurate. She considers the six-fingered hand, if she takes him out of Bill's control from the start that derails his whole plan as she knows it. But, then she'll have no clue what's up to at all, at least by letting Bill have the pawns she's familiar with she has a chance at guessing his moves. She reaches forward and touches the shooting star, it turns magenta and floats to hover closer to her.

"Interesting." Bill comments, though his tone doesn't sound very interested, as he makes a simple motion with his eye and the six-fingered hand settles beside him. She chooses the fish looking symbol next, and Bill's second choice in the pine tree. They go back and forth till they have five symbols each, Bill having the the six-fingered hand, the pine tree, the llama, the stitched heart, and the pentagram. While she has the shooting star, the fish, the bag of ice, the spectacles, and the question mark.

"Welp, that settles that. Nice picks you made there, lets hope they work out for ya, Car Wreck"

"Could you not call me that?" though it hardly sounds like a request.

"And what else should I call you?" Bill asks, collecting his symbols into one hand and placing the other on his...hip?

"How about my name? It's Maranwe."

"But Car Wreck fits you so much better! Just take a look!" he quips, snapping a full-length mirror into existence. Maranwe turns to look and gasps in horror. Bill breaks out into more cackling, "Well my work here is done! I'll let you get cleaned up, see ya around Car Wreck!" And with that he fades from existence.

Maranwe just stares, even as Bill disappears from 'her' realm, she can only stare at her destroyed refection. Her hair is messy- and she almost laughs that that's what her brain zeros in on first-, It's also dirty, some of the mess is actual dirt but several spots are matted with half-dry blood. Her face is in a similar condition, smeared with dirt and blood but she can see the wounds there. Scrapes and still oozing cuts, bruises forming on one cheek bone and under her eyes. Her nose isn't quite right...broken probably. Her vision skims over her whole body for a second, making note of similar injuries where tears in her clothes reveal them. It's not as bad as she would expect a car crash victim to look- "except for that" Her mind screams suddenly while all her mouth can do is gasp, as her attention lands dizzyingly on her neck. It's...purple, but also red? There's no spilled blood but it still looks ugly, and the worst part is the...bump. It's not hard to figure out that it's a misaligned bone. Without the pain to tell her she never would have noticed, her neck is broken. Very broken. How is she holding her head up right... Probably because this isn't actually a physical body. She wonders if this is what killed her, or if there's something inside, something she can't see, that did the trick.

Whatever it is, she can't be seen like this. And she really really doesn't want to look like this for her own sake. Bill said she could 'clean herself up'? How exactly... She thinks about how Bill's powers tend to work and tries to concentrate on a cleaner, less beat up mental image of herself. She lifts her hand to her cheek and grazes her finger tips across it, a trail of sparkles follow the touch and the skin underneath returns to normal. She relaxes a little, watching the disaster wipe off her face like cheap make-up. She keeps the image in her mind and closes her eyes, cupping her hands in front of herself and imagining the sparkles pooling in them. Then she splashes the sparkles over he face, like a girl in a face wash commercial, and imagines the glittering dust washing over her entire body, cleaning away the mess and injuries. And when she opens her eyes, that's exactly what's happened. Her reflection shows her whole and unwounded, even her clothes are fixed.

The next thing she does is smooth her hair down, mostly an instinct since it's still messy, and the sparkles trail after her hands, tidying the strands as if she'd just brushed them. She watches her reflection's mouth quirk up a little in a small smirk. So she can just change what she looks like by imagining it? That figures, this is a place of daydreams that's kind of how they work. She knows exactly what to do with this, she's known since she was a kid what she's change if she could. She places the backs of her hands next to her ears and flicks up, sparkles spray up with the motion and her normal human ears, turn to wolf ears the fur the same chocolate brown as her hair. Her smirk blooms into a full blown smile, and she tilts her head to get a better look at them, watching them move as she tests them. It's like they're real! Next is the tail of course, it's mostly brown, with some silver down the top and a black tip. Then she looks down, and taps the toe of each of her shoes against the ground in turn, as she does they become the compressed paws of her own design.

"That's insane..." she laughs to herself. She's actually turning herself into something else, her own made up alien species. And she just can! With the big changes out of the way she works out the details; pupil shape, fang length, and straightens out a few asymmetries and insecurities she's always had about her body- after all why not? When she's done, she can't help admiring herself a little, turning this way and that in front of the mirror, her perfect image of herself. Well- almost perfect. She snaps her fingers and in the same dusting of glitter, her shirt changes. What was before a loose grey t-shirt with the word "nope" written across it in cursive, as been replaced by a cropped sweater, banded in 3 colors; white at the top, then light blue, then dark blue. She lifts it to look at the crop top under neither, it's just plain white. She decides she doesn't like it that way, so it changes to a cropped version of the t-shirt she'd had before. With that taken care of she lifts her arm so the over-sized sleeve falls down and she can see her forearm, which is covered by a light blue arm warmer with white lace around the edges. Perfect. At least for now. She can change later if she decides she doesn't like the arm warmers.

She giggles to herself, invigorated by the makeover and the sense of control she has now. She turns from the mirror and skips a few feet across the grass, the symbols she'd chosen follow her, floating loosely like beads suspended in gel. She laughs a little as she watches them, and idly reaches for her necklace again, but this time her hand just meets the soft knit of her sweater. She'd forgotten to add them into this new look, so she just wills them into place; three different necklaces of three different lengths. Her hand finds the middle length first, the pendant is designed to spin so she plays with it while her mind starts to wander. She starts thinking of plans for winning this game, what she might say to each other 'pawns' and who to use where and how, even letter her thoughts wonder about the new life she'll have. Cipher's hologram suggested she'll stay in Gravity Falls, which would be cool but what about-

The sound of screeching tires and twisting metal cuts her thoughts off clean and she whips around to find the source of the noise, but her fear turns to confusion when she sees...nothing. She stands stock still, her mind running over only vague impressions of thoughts relating to what she just heard, until another loud sound whips her back around. This time she actually sees something, like a huge firework in the pastel oil-slick sky, accompanied by Bill's obnoxious voice echoing through the space.

"Let the game begin!"

[kyber-kisses]

I, Alone (Part 7)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Wanna start from the beginning? Here is the Masterlist!

Warnings: descriptions of injury, more yearning, cursing

Summary: Reunions aren't always what you expect, especially when you need to be miles away from the person in front of you.

A/n: Ahhh I finally got this chapter done! its longer than the other ones but I hope you guys enjoy it! (gif created by undercoverrockstarjensen) Feedback is greatly appreciated!

The first thing you noticed when you slowly began to stir back into reality was that you were no longer cold. The icy feeling that had crept into your bones while tucked away in the cellar was fading, being replaced with a foreign feeling of warmth.

The second thing you noticed was that you were no longer on the dirt floor of your ghostly prison. The feeling of being cradled in someone’s arms was an easy enough feeling to identify, but who’s arms you had no idea. Still too weak to pick your head up off their shoulder you instead listened to the creak of the old steps as your savior presumably carried you out of the root cellar. You could tell you had made it outside when the air had become significantly warmer, the sounds of crickets filling the silence you had known for what felt like weeks.

A groan fell past your lips when your savior adjusted you in their arms. You still felt like you had gone several rounds with a block of cement, and your bones felt like lead.

“Please don’t move. I tried healing what I could but you’re still injured.”

At the sound of the voice you felt your muscles instantly seize up. It had worked. You didn’t think too much of it when you originally did it but it had worked.

“Cas. Cas, put me down. Please.” Suddenly you were struggling against his hold even if your body still ached. Was this real? Had one of your closest friends just heard your cry for help and saved you? Cas was gentle as he knelt down to place you in the grass, your back coming to rest against the trunk of a tree.

You would be lying if you said your heart didn’t break a little bit when you finally looked up at him, because the angel looked down at you like you were a stranger.

“How do you know who I am? You prayed for me, but I don't know you.”

“I-“ you swallowed, trying to ignore the lump in your throat. “I didn’t think it would work. I didn’t mean to either.”

Cas tilted his head, the moonlight helping you to see the confusion on his face. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand. You didn’t mean to pray for my help?”

“No! My brain just kinda went into auto pilot when I was attacked. I used to do that sometimes way back then.” You explained, trying to push yourself up from the ground as you did. “I’m sorry for bothering you, but thank you for saving me-“ brushing the dirt off of yourself you moved in attempt to get past Cas. If you stayed around any longer you were gonna break down and that would definitely have him confused. “I should go.”

“Wait-“ he reached out, gently grabbing your shoulder in attempt to not frighten you too much. “What do you mean back then?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“I—“ you stumbled on your words as panic quickly swept through you. It probably didn’t help that you were still exhausted and dehydrated because you quickly became lightheaded and before you could even attempt to try and fight it, your eyes rolled back into your head and you fell forewords, passing out in the angels arms.

*. *. *. *. *. *.

“Dammit Cas, pick up your damn phone.” Dean grumbled, bringing the phone down from his ear as he continued pacing the floor of the library.

“You really need to calm down. Dudes probably busy.”

Tossing the phone haphazardly onto the table Dean rolled his shoulders. “He took off three days ago, Sam. Said he would be in contact and he hasn’t.”

“You said he was doing heaven stuff, right?”

“That’s what he told me!” Throwing his arms into the air the older Winchester let out a huff. “But the guys kinda took off in a hurry. . . Which is all matter of annoying seeing as he said he was gonna help me figure all of this out.”

For the past several hours Dean had been itching with excitement to tell his friend what else he had figured out but the angel had been radio silent and it was starting to worry him.

He was finally getting somewhere. After weeks of tearing himself apart he was starting to piece together this messy puzzle he had had on his hands. There was someone missing from his life, someone he knew he loved dearly and they needed finding. They needed to be brought home, back to where they belonged. He had so many questions still unanswered.

If only it were that easy. He thought. If only they could just walk through that door and make everything a little easier.

Not even a full minute later the massive metal door to the bunker banged open, sending both brothers spinning in unison to look up. There was a flash of beige as whoever entered walked down the stairs and Dean let out a sigh of relief, walking towards the war room.

“Cas! Where the hell did you g—“

Sam was the first to voice the thoughts running through Deans head as his steps faltered. “Who the fuck is that?”

Sure enough, held tightly in Cas’s arms was a woman covered in dirt and blood, her y/h/c hair plastered across the side of her face. Her eyes closed, locking her in an unconscious state.

“I’m not sure.”

“You’re not sure?” Dean echoed, suddenly following the angel down the corridor towards one of the empty rooms. “What the hell happened to her?”

“I’m not sure about that either.” Cas sighed, laying the woman down on the mattress of one of the vacant bedrooms.

“Oh well that’s just great. Sam, Cas is bringing strange girls home now.” Crossing his arms, Dean leaned against the door frame. “Can you at least tell us where you found her? Or why you brought her here?”

“Southern Spain I think- it took my a couple days to accurately locate her.” The brothers watched as Cas laid a palm over her forehead, a warm light emitting from his hands. “I’ve healed most of her injuries but she’s still weak.”

“Okay, wait a second, let’s back track here.” Dean stepped forward holding up a hand. “Locate her? Why?”

“She prayed for me. That’s why I left when I did.” The angel explained, stepping back from the bed.

“Oh, well that would have nice to know, buddy. Why the hell was she praying to you?”

“She was attacked. She needed help.”

At this point it was Sam who stepped into the room now, eyebrows slightly drawn together. “Wait Cas, you said it took you a few days to locate her? No offense but should that be kind of an instant thing?”

“It should be, yes.” He nodded, eyes going back to the unconscious person before the three of them. “But she-“

“She what?” Dean was growing impatient, this whole situation was wack.

“She has enochian carved into her ribs. . . Just like you and Sam. She also called me Cas.”

That got both of them to shut up, their eyes moving to the now occupied bed. Dean stepped forward, head tilting ever so slightly as he took her in.

Who are you?

“I’ll tell you what, we’ll keep an eye on her and when she wakes up then we can ask her what happened.” Dean nodded before slowly turning on his heel and walking out of the room. He had research to get back to, and a person to find.

*. *. *. *. *. *.

When you woke up again it happened slowly and on your own terms. You weren’t jostled awake by someone carrying you or a soreness deep in your bones. It felt like waking from a normal nap, nothing else.

Rolling over you pressed your face further into the pillow, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. Dream. Thats all that had been. The poltergeist. The cellar. Cas.

Just a dream. You were still in your bed in that small inn on the edge of that town in Spain that you didn’t care to remember the name of. You could get up and go down to the cafe for breakfast and forget all about that messed up dream—

“Sam, where the hell did you put that extra box of bandages?!”

It was like running into a wall a full force as true reality slammed into you and your eyes snapped open.The familiar voice being like an icy shock to your system. Not a dream. Not a dream.

No. Nonononononono-

Bolting up straight on the bed, your eyes moved back and forth across the room you were in as you took quick and rapid breaths.No. No. No. No.

There was no doubt about it. You were in the bunker. . . And in your room? Sure the pictures and belongings weren't there since you had taken them with you, but all the furniture was still in it’s proper place. Fortunately the room was unoccupied except for yourself, the voice having come from somewhere else in the bunker.

Dean.

Swallowing thickly you tried to ignore the dryness in your throat as you silently slid of the bed. For so long you imagined what it would be like to come back home, to walk these halls again. You never expected it to happen though. . .yet here you were, standing in your room and listening to the distant voices of the brothers and Cas talking.

So why were you filled with panic from head to toe? That was an easy answer: you had to get out of here as quick as possible before something happened. What if them seeing you broke the contract? What if being close to them terminated it and the demon put them six feet under again? You didn’t want to stick around to find out. You needed to keep them alive. You needed to keep them safe.

Luckily you knew the bunker like the back of your hand. All you had to do was navigate it properly without them seeing you and it was easy as cake.

You crossed the floor silently and with ease, only pausing to look at your reflection in the small mirror above the sink. It was clear to see that you hadn’t washed your hair in awhile and your cheeks were hollower, a couple of bruises peppering your skin here and there. How long has you been in that cellar? Two days? Maybe three? The only thing that was different was you were wearing a clean shirt, one that was at least two sizes too big. Deans probably. You silently thanked yourself for wearing a sports bra underneath it as you turned for the door.

The hallway was quiet when you stepped out into it, your bare feet not making a single sound on the cold linoleum tiles as you quickly dashed down the hallway, pausing every once and awhile to listen for footsteps or voices.

Six doorways to pass and three turns before you could even reach the war room and the door to the outside. Easy peasy. You were quicker and lighter on your feet than you used to be, a skill you had picked up over the past two years that made hunting so much easier.

“I found your damn bandages! They were in the medical kit like they should be!” Sam's voice echoed from up ahead. You sucked in a breath as you quickly stopped outside the doorway to the kitchen, pressing your back agasint the wall before peaking around the corner. Sam's back was fortunately facing the door allowing you to slip by with ease, the bunkers steps now in sight.

Unfortunately you weren’t quick enough to notice the second figure until he had you in a stiff headlock, holding you firmly to his chest.

“Yeah, where do you think you’re going?”

Dean.

Everything in you wanted to spin around and pull him into a hug, tell him you missed him. . . But you knew you would be met with a foreign gaze and that was too much to handle. You had to get away, the more distance between you and him, the better. You muttered an apology under your breath as you quickly stepped back, placing your foot behind Deans, turning and pulling him off balance as you moved out of his grip, the hunter slightly stunned as you threw him to the ground.

“What the-“

You got maybe two steps before he wrapped a hand around your ankle and forcefully tugging you to the floor before clambering back to his feet.

“Really, sweetheart-“ he huffed, slightly out of breath. “trying to run?“

You stopped his speech quickly as you twisted and swept your leg under him, his body hitting the floor again before you moved swiftly, locking his head between your knees.

“Just let me leave. I don’t like hurting you.”

“Ain’t gonna happen. We got questions.” He wheezed.

“Please, I’m begging you. Just let me leave.” Panting, you squeezed a little tighter. If you had to knock him out to leave, so be it.

There were a few seconds of just Dean continuing to struggling in your hold and then he was wheezing out a stiff “fine” and you let go, popping to your feet. He rolled over onto his side once free, coughing violently as he breathed air back into his lungs.

“I’m really sorry.” Giving him one last look you headed for the stairs. Leaving home again. How poetic.

“I am too.” There was scuffle of some sort behind you and before you could react you felt something cold click around your wrist, making you twist on the spot to see Dean clicking the other cuff onto his own arm.

“Let. Me. Go.” You tugged on the chain.

“Like I said before; No.”

You tugged on the cuff again. Hard. “Please, let me go! I just want to leave!” Your fear slowly beginning to rise as you saw the situation you were in. You had to get out of here. If anything happened to him and Sam again you were entirely to blame. Demon deals were strict and you had already been here too long.

“Tell me who you are and maybe I’ll uncuff you.”

You swung at him, but he ducked, swung his own arm around you and just like before you found yourself in another headlock. Struggling against his grip your eyes focused on the door.

Out. You needed to get out.

“Keep on struggling. You’re still weak from whatever the hell happened to you. You’re gonna burn out soon enough.” He sighed, already beginning to feel you give out.

“Please-“ you breathed, feeling the first wave of tears gather in your eyes as Dean slowly sunk to the floor, still holding you firmly in his grasp. Your head fell back against his shoulder, to tired to actually fight. “I need to go. I can’t be here.” You cried. The mixture of being in Deans arms and needing to leave them was turning you into a mess of sobs as you continued to weaken, bare feet sliding on the floor as you tried to keep fighting. “I can’t be here. I won’t let you get hurt again because of me.”

You felt his hold on you loosen at those words, the hunter sucking in a deep breath as he let you go. “What?”

Unfortunately Dean never got an answer because you passed out once more, slumping into his body, too weak to keep fighting against him.

So maybe he didn't have to keep looking for his missing person after all. She was right there in his arms.

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[wickxdangels]

Bucky Barnes Imagine; Secretly in love.

Hey guys! It feels so good to be finally back! I haven’t written anything in so long so, sorry if the imagines suck :( i’m trying my best to get back to writing and all. Also, please remember that English isn’t my first language, so if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes, please let me know! Thanks for reading and I hope you like it! 

Pairing; Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings; Just fluff. 

Request; Hi lovely! I’m so glad you’re back :) can you please write a Bucky x reader where they’re best friends and are secretly in love, so when reader makes a joke that Peter is basically their child, Bucky gets all flushed and leaves quickly. He asks Steve what to do and he says Bucky should flirt with her for real and make it obvious he likes her. He does, but reader is oblivious so Bucky just flat out tells her and they end up cuddling and watching readers fav movie? Tysm, I hope it makes sense! 💕

It was around noon when Y/n woke up, she went to bed late last night because she’s been obsessed with this show and she wanted to watch the entire season in one night, that had her going to sleep at 5 am. 

While walking to the kitchen to grab something to drink, she heard the voices of Peter, Samuel, Steve and Bucky.

She smiled as she finally saw them, Peter and Samuel both in the kitchen, while Steve and Bucky were sitting down behind the stool, laughing at whatever Peter and Samuel were doing. As she got closer to them, she could see with more clarity Peter’s face, which was currently filled with flour, his eyes concentrated fully on his masterwork as he made sure to massage the dough on his hands, probably making pizza, she guessed. 

“I wake up a bit late and you guys have already messed up the kitchen.” she laughed as she stood a few feet from them, her hands on her waist as she looked at the mess that the kitchen was, obviously a work from Peter. She knew that him, being the youngest of them all, wanted to have some fun around the place, and probably Samuel saw him struggling and tried to help him. 

“I really take no part in this whole mess, we are mere spectators.” Steve said as he chuckled, Bucky who was sitting besides him didn't say anything but rested his eyes on her, softly gazing at her as she rolled her eyes and smiled. It was clear to say that both of them liked each other, yet they were not aware of each other’s feelings. In her mind, it was better for them to remain friends than to get in a relationship with the probability of breaking up and damaging their friendship, she didn't want to jeopardize that because of silly feelings that may not be reciprocated. 

In Bucky’s head, he thought that she wasn't interested in him as more than a friend, even though Natasha has always told him that she acted different around him, but he just brushed that off, thinking that the reason lied in the fact that she felt more comfortable around him than with the rest of them. He didn't want to create false scenarios in his head. 

“It’s actually quite funny to see how Peter gets himself into messy situations all the time.” she smiled as she walked towards him, Y/n then proceed to wash her hands and help Peter out. “You’re supposed to knead down on the dough, not slap it or whatever you’re doing..” she let out a laugh along with the rest of the team, her hands already cleaned started to knead down on the dough as Peter followed her actions, Samuel just let out a deep sigh and gave up. “Yep, that’s my cue to leave, finally.” he said before leaving the kitchen. 

“Hey! What did we say about quitters!?” Peter cried out when he saw Samuel, making him laugh shaking his head and placing his hands up in defeat as he walked towards his room, probably tired. 

Steve stood up from the seat as well. “Well, I’ve got stuff to do as well, so good luck with that.. pizza?” he said before leaving with a chuckle on his lips.

“How come you’re making pizza from scratch? You know you could’ve easily just changed into Spidey and go out to get some.” Y/n said to Peter as she helped out with the dough, making sure it was smooth enough to proceed with the next steps. 

“I told him that already, or that he could’ve asked me and Steve to bring him some while we were out in the city.” Bucky agreed with her as he stared at both of them, shaking his head with a chuckle ready against his lips. “I thought teenagers from this generation were supposed to be bit smarter..” he exclaimed, making both Y/n and Steve laugh as Peter rolled his eyes to him.

“Now, where would be the fun in that? Look how fun it is to play with the dough thingy! It brings back memories of a simpler life before Spiderman.” Peter slowly finished the sentence as his smile slowly faded from his lips, longing the times when he was just a normal boy from Queens. 

Both Bucky and Y/n stared at each other, feeling the sadness radiate from Peter as Y/n then talked. “It’s okay to feel sad sometimes. It’s okay to miss things how they used to be, but just remember of all the good things you’ve done so far, all the lives you’ve saved. Remember all of the things you’ve accomplished and the things you’ve yet to do.” she said in a soft voice as she looked at Peter. The smile on his lips slowly returned as he stared up at her, his eyes filled with adoration, the kind you’ll see in a little kid looking up to her mother whenever she did something that amazed him. “You can always come to me if you’re feeling sad or need any advice, you know. I’m here to help, and I’m pretty sure Bucky feels the same way.” she said as her eyes landed on Bucky, he smiled at her and nodded at Peter. 

“Totally, kid. I’m here if you need anything... well, only if you give me some extra slices.” he joked, leaning towards the stool and messing up Peter’s brown hair before sitting down again. Peter laughed as he nodded before kneading down once again on the dough, Y/n could only stare at the two of them with a silly smile on her face, it reminded her of the way her dad used to mess her brother’s hair.

In a way, she felt, Bucky and her were like Peter’s parents. He always came to them whenever he got exciting news or just to show them new funny memes. 

“You know, in a way, Peter’s like our child...” Y/n exclaimed, Peter was too busy trying to figure out how the oven works to hear what she had just said, but Bucky on the other hand, flushed a bit. His cheeks slowly turned red as he let out a shaky chuckle at what she had just said, scratching the back of his head. “Bucky...did you just...blush?” she slowly asked with a chuckle, walking towards him to then get closer to his face, inspecting the faint red color against them. “You did!” she giggled, it’s been some time since she’s seen Bucky blush at something, it made her heart warm and just added a bit more fuel to her crush on him.

“Okay! I think I figured out how to turn on the oven!” Peter exclaimed with a victorious smile on his face, lifting his arms up like he had just won the olympics, making both of them realize they were not completely alone.

“I.. I think I'm gonna let you guys finish your pizza, let me know when it’s finished..” Bucky quickly spoke before standing up from his chair, he didn’t even wait for a response before walking in a fast pace towards 

Y/n raised her eyebrow at his behavior, watching as he quickly walked away towards Steve’s room. Bucky was sure acting funny.

She just shrugged, and looked back at Peter. “Okay, chef. looks like it’s just you and me. Let’s get this pizza done, i'm starving!” she gave Peter a smile as they both tried to finish what they started.

 Meanwhile, on the other side of the Avengers Facility, Bucky paced around Steve’s room as he waited for him to come out of his shower, his arms crossed as he walked from side to side, taking his metal hand through his long raven hair from time to time as he was getting kind of impatient. So when he heard the bathroom’s door being opened and Steve walking out of it with just a towel around his waist, he breathed in relief, scaring Steve for a minute.

“Holy! Bucky, you do know that you have your own room, right?” Steve asked as he looked at Bucky, just now taking in his weird composure. “What’s going on? Is it Y/n?” he asked as he stared at his friend in front of him for a bit.

Bucky, on the other hand, was kinda surprised when Steve brought up her name, he hasn't said anything about her to anyone, wanting to keep his feelings to himself. Guess he wasn't that good at hiding things from his friend. “How did you know it was about her?” he asked curiously.

Steve let out a small smirk. “Oh, so it is about her!” he looked at his friend as if they were small kids and one of them had asked the other to help him out with a mischief before rolling his eyes at the question he had just asked. “C’mon, Bucky! I’m not that dense, you know.. I know when my best friend likes someone, and even more so when he’s too bad at keeping it to himself..” he chuckled, walking to pick out some clothes as Bucky ket pacing around the room. “Bucky, I swear you’re gonna make a hole in the floor from pacing around too much! What exactly happened?”

“Okay, so! We were out talking with the kid, how he missed the way his life was before the whole Spiderman thing, and she then said something along the lines of ‘Peter is kind of like our child’ and I blushed, Steve! I fucking blushed! Like a ten year old!” Bucky huffed out, throwing himself to the bed as he covered his face with his hands, groaning. 

Steve, meanwhile, was laughing out loud, it was so funny for him to imagine the big and bad Bucky Barnes, the ‘Winter Soldier’ blushing because of what little Y/n had said. He knew his friend really had it bad when it came to her, he hasn’t shown interest in a female in so long, so he knew it had to be something serious. “You know, you should just tell her you like her. Flirt with her, for real. You both are grown adults, you should try and make it work and if it doesn’t.. like I said, you’re both adults, you two can handle a simple thing as a break-up...” Steve explained, making it sound so easy. “Of course, I wouldn’t take myself too seriously cause as you know.. I really don’t have the best experiences with relationships..” he shrugged and ran his hand through his damped hair.

Bucky gave it a long thought as he stared at the ceiling on top of it, thinking hard as if it was a mission and they had to come up with a plan rather quickly. “You know what, I think you’re right.” Bucky lifted himself from the bed, sitting down as he looked at his friend. 

“I.. am?” Steve asked kind of surprised, looking at Bucky as he still had this ‘I'm in deep thought’ face.

“Yes! I can’t stay my whole life wondering wether she likes me too or not, I can’t keep my feelings bottled up, we both know life can be tricky and we’ve got to grab the opportunities whenever we’ve got them in front of us.” realization dawning on his face, the Winter Soldier breathed out, standing up from the bed as if someone had poured cold water to his face and he suddenly had all of the answers for the world’s problems.

“Okay, then? Good luck, buddy. Looks like you might need it.” that was the last thing he hard from Steve as Bucky walked outside his room, his mind filled with thoughts on how he would exactly tell her he liked her as more than friends.. Maybe he’d just start with some simple flirting, trying to make his intentions clear but not coming off too strong.. he just hoped it worked out, he’s not experienced in thsi field.

Later that night, after eating the pizza Peter and Y/n have made with the rest of the team, Bucky decided to walk towards the living room, knowing he would find Y/n sitting down watching some of her Netflix series she’s been obsessing with lately, she would stay in the living room watching them until she saw all the lights off and then she’d go to her room to keep watching, not wanting to wake up anyone in the facility with the noises that came from the TV. Even there she was so considerate with everyone else, one of the reasons he was in love with her, because she always cared for everyone else, putting them before her, just how she did with Peter earlier, she really had such a warm beautiful heart, more than her physical appearance, her heart was the most beautiful thing about her.

Y/n was indeed sitting on the couch in the living room, her arms wrapped around her legs as she stared into the screen in front of her, completely unfazed by the outside world because she didn’t hear to his steps approaching. “Hey, Y/n..” he spoke as he walked closer to her, her eyes still fixated on the TV screen.

“Oh, hey Bucky!” she said with a smile, not taking her eyes off the show. It must be a pretty good one, Bucky thought. 

“I just wanted to say that I think you’re really beautiful.. And I'm not only talking about your body or face, but your personality and soul! Don’t get me wrong though, you’ve got a really a gorgeous face and incredible body! Not that I stare at it everyday-well, I kinda do, but that’s not the point!” he was feeling all flustered already, his cheeks even more flushed than they were at noon, like if his face was on fire. “The point is.. that I think about you a lot, you know? You’re always so nice to everyone, always wanting to make sure everyone’s doing okay and letting them know you’re here for them whenever they might need someone, just like today with Peter! And any guy would be so lucky to have you in his life, cause I’ve known you for a while and you’ve brought nothing more than happiness to mine...” a smile slowly crept its way to his lips as he thought about all the times she would make him smile, even in the most desperate situations ever or when times were rough around the facility with the rest of the team, she would always be there for him. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky...” that right there made his heart stop, his face slowly fell as he heard those dreaded words and what might follow them. “What were you saying? It was the last episode of the season, so I was really into it, I didn't quite catch what you were trying to say... I’m sorry...” she said with a apologetic smile on her lips, she paused the show as he stared at him, completely focused on what he had to say now.

Bucky let out a sigh of relief, that almost freaked him out. He wasn't ready for a rejection, he had in mind that it could be a possible response from her but he didn't want to really accept it. He just wanted her to know once and for all..

“Look. What I was trying to say it’s that...” he took deep breaths as she stared at him in confusion, trying to figure out what he was trying to say to her. “I like you. A lot, like a ‘crazy amount’ lot.” he chuckled nervously as he took a deep breath before continuing. “I.. I- think I'm in love with you.” he sincerely confessed to her, sitting down besides her as he took her hands in his, feeling the smoothness of her palms compared to his calloused ones. He heard her suck in a breath, clearly not expecting what he had just told her. “I’ve been trying to bury these feelings because, I was scared of what would happen if I ever told them out loud, scared of what you’d say or do.” he looked at her eyes, there was a small glint in them, a little spark he hadn’t seen before. “I just realized I can’t do that anymore, I can’t keep it to myself cause life is short, and I have this second chance at living it the fullest, and I want to do that with you by my side. If you’d allow it, of course.” he explained, he wasn’t about to force her to do anything she wouldn’t like to do.

“Oh, Bucky. Just shut up and kiss me already.” she answered back with a smile that could lit up the whole city and without any second more to waste, their lips collided. 

It felt like being embraced by the most warm blanket in a cold and snowy day, like their lips were meant to be together. His hands softly wrapped themselves around her waist, pulling her closer as he wanted to feel more of her warmness against his body, the grip on her waist tight, not wanting to let her go anytime soon as their lips played a beautiful ballad against each other, dancing to the oldest song there is.. love. 

“It was beautiful.. all of what you said. It left me speechless..” she confessed, pulling away from his lips for a moment, her warm eyes looking up to his as her hands softly caressed his cheek, giving another ounce of warmth to his face. “What I want you to know it's that.. I feel the same way. I think I’ve always had. You make me feel different than anybody else has ever made me feel. Whenever I'm around you, I'm myself. No filters, just me. I was also afraid.. afraid to damage this friendship we have but I realized I do not want to live my life wondering ‘what if’.” she softly told him, a smile forming on her lips as she stared at him, lovingly. 

He just felt like the luckiest person on earth, he had no exact words to explain how he felt, just that he loved it. He loved feeling like this.

“How about you introduce me to your show, huh? I bet it must be really interesting. That way I can cuddle you all night long, cause I'm not really planning on letting you free anytime soon to be honest.” he gave her a sheepishly smile as she nodded in agreement with him, she didn't want to be away from his arms either, so they accommodated themselves on the couch. 

“Just with one condition..” she said to him.

“What condition?” he asked with a chuckled.

“That you kiss me every time I tell you to.”

“Oh, doll. Believe me, that won’t be a problem.” he smirked as he placed a tenderly kiss on her lips to start.

[goth-girlfriend]

Hi could I get a match up please? I’m a straight female and i’m about 5’2 and ive got long straight hair. I’m not too shy like i still find it hard to talk to people but if im more comfortable im really open and talkative. I’m really protective over my friends. I am really impulsive like I once woke up and decided to just get three ear piercings. I’m a dancer that specializes in ballet and I love playing the piano and the violin. I’m also love to cuddle everyone and I’m lowkey really clingy

🥦🥦🥦 💚💚💚 🥦🥦🥦 💚💚💚 🥦🥦🥦

🥦Midoriya🥦

Hear me out, precious broccoli boi, is confused as to how, but not why he fell for you. Especially during the impulsive times, he panics and just tries to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.

You both start off awkward, but no one, NO ONE can resist his bright eyes and smile. So somehow, somewhere, along the lines, you found yourself actually becoming friends with him.

Now, realizing he liked you took a while on the both of you. He was to focused on becoming the best hero, that when you cheered him on he assumed it’s because you’re a great friends. And when he got blush’s and nervous around you, you assumed it was because he was just nervous around girls. The irritation that filled Mina was overwhelming, how could two people not see the connection? The OBVIOUS CONECTION?!

Well, that was at the start of your fiend ship, now, it’s confusing. One day your both sitting in silence, smiling at nothing, occasionally brushing shoulders and hands walking down the hall, the next talking and laughing disrupting the peace. Occasional platonic hand holding when fear strikes and freezes your joint and all you can do is quake in the face of fear.

But, what really made your classmates think you were dating was the day Mina shared a video of you sitting at a piano, playing staring gently at the keys, eyes slightly lidded, soft smile, the pads of your fingers gently grazing each key, and the boy in question, was smiling, staring at you, a faint blush on his cheeks, his smile was gentle but wide, his hands resting in his lap as he watched how you played with pure enjoyment until your heart was content.

But what he didn’t know was that the song you played, some what reminded you of him. You didn’t know much about his past, but he did tell you a fair amount, and now you can only connect him to one thing, “Talk To Me” by Cavetown.

Now, taking the lyrics quite litteraly he once messaged you at 2 almost 3 in the morning, worrying about himself and doubting he’ll be a hero. And just like that, impulses took over, you grabbed your pillow blanket and didn’t answer his messages. He was scared away from his phone at the banging on his door.

It opened and in you cans complimenting and praising him in hushed shouts. It would’ve been threatening and scary had the words not been so kind. He cried, and you held him. You both sat on the floor talking it out, and soon your adrenaline dropped and there you were, sitting leaning against his bed, legs stretched out, his right hand clasped between both of yours in your lap as your head rested on his shoulders. He yawned and your eyes started to feel heavy.

That day you spent the night, he’d managed to get you both into his bed, he faced away from you to give you a sense of privacy, what he didn’t expect was for you to hug his chest form behind and press you cheek between his shoulders. His hands held yours over his chest, legs intertwined. Some point through the night you both shifted, now laying on your sides facing each other, you still hugged his chest, one of his arms hugging your waist the other you used as a pillow so he could keep his hand on the back of your head holding it secure against his neck and shoulder.

The morning was normal, you both went about that Friday as usual, and it would be a lie to say this was the only time it happened. Months passed before it was made obvious to you, you maybe might just maybe, if you look at it the right way....like him.

:) you love him, and well? He didn’t say it straight out because it turns out, this boy? Hopeless romantic. Only when his minds not cluttered with being the best hero he can be.

He accidentally confessed infront of his class during a training, Aizawa just watched blankly AND EVERYONE minus Shoto, Iida, Momo, Toko and Shoji acted out about not being able to believed our guys weren’t already dating. His small speech was cute to you and squeezed your heart and a few other hearts.

“Y/n,” your name was a whisper in the dark, you turned around seeing the sunrise finally starting, it’s light shinning behind him, the green haired boy you dragged out, on a Sunday morning, at 5:20 to watch a sunrise on the beach that had recently be cleaned up.

“Come on! Almost there!” You rushed back to grab his hand and pulled him along, in one hand a violin case, in the other, now his hand. You’d waited for this moment, and now it’s here, he didn’t know why, but for you, it was something special to share sunrises this beautiful with someone you adore.

He hugged as you finally mad wit to the beach and stopped, right at the edge of the dock, you kicked off your shoes and sat down toes touching the cold morning waters, giving you chills, but filling you with a sense of nostalgia that made your bones ache. Still you smiled and patted the spot next to you. The sun now infront of you, you placed the case aside and leaned your head on his shoulder, he smiled down at you before leaning his own head on yours, both your hand and his sat between you fingers brushing slightly as the sun started to make the water glimmer in ways that became blinding. You sighed, happy you had a friend that would put up with your strange antics. You wiggle dcloser to him and took his hand in yours.

“I want to play something!” You said and stood up, letting his hand go with regret.

He watched you as you pulled out your violin, he was scared it’s take damage along the trip, seeing as you didn’t worry much he assumed it was fine, getting comfortable in a stance you took you got ready, closing your eyes and testing the strings before you started.

He watched in aw at how your fingers moved and how you seemed at peace with it. The way your head swayed and a smile made its way to you face, reaching your eyes even if he couldn’t see them.

The rest of the day, you convinced him to walk around with you. Both of you just wasting time and avoiding studies. It’s obvious to anyone who’d seen you that day, that with the two of you, even at such a young age, Love was pure, it was beautiful in its raw form, and here, the two unknowing held it, true beauty with out knowing.

Until, Midoriya was smacked upside the head and yelled at by Mina, he finally understood, he understood why with you, things had become different. Why he was no longer nervous with you, why he could tell you embarrassing things and stories and not feel judged, when you said the words talk to me about anything, he didn’t say yeah and internally not believe, he said “I Will.” Knowing he would. He now understands why, he looks for your hand on cold days, and your form on nights you’d usually come over to make him watch a movie, he’d cared enough to track your impulses, and kinda made a messy time line of repetition, also being able to calculate when it might happen. He loves watching you play and enjoy the sounds you make with the things you love. He’d only seen you dance a number of times, by he’s kept them all in his heart remembering the concentrated look and passion in your eyes. Why you went to UA is beyond him, your do much better following your passion.

But that’s not the point, the point is, he started talking to you like normal, and then before you knew it, the class was watching as he started to really let out his raw emotions.

“Y/n!” He called for you, why so loudly you’ll never know, you were right beside, like you promised you’d always be.

“I love you!” He said in a loud voice but not screaming, his eyes forced closed as he looked down, hands in fists, “I love everything about you,” it was a whisper.

“Your smile, the way your playing shows your hearts true intentions, I love the way you live your own life, doing things when you want to, the way you want, I love how you care about others deeper than the words that come from your mouth. You believe that I can become a true hero, youve supported me and in the nights when I feel at my lowest, you spent hours talking to me, and helping, holding my hand and wiping my tears away, I love the way your hands hold on tight when you feel fear, and how you trust me to protect you, I love how no matter what comes you’ll always put yourself in the way to save others, but please, let me be the one to wipe your tears, and hold your hand when your scared, let me be your hero.” He let out a few tears.

But you were about to start ugly crying, the tears came out, you brought yours to cup then over your mouth and wiped your tears away before you hugged him and cried into his neck and shoulder, he hugged your waist, chin finding it’s place on your head.

“I love you Midoriya, I wanted to tell you but I was afraid. Now I know, that I never should’ve been afraid to love you.” You squeezed him and squeezed you back.

You were broken out of your crying by Aizawa complaining about wasting time and all of you needing to get to practice. So you did, and the two of you crushed it, full of joy and drive, fueling you to succeed and prove your worth to the other.

The nights never changed, you still cuddled into his side hugging him, he still held you tight to his side, hands running through your hair, only now, you’d fluster him by kissing his jaw or cheek at random times to keep him on the edge of his seat.

“Good night, Midoriya,” you hugged his side, “I...love you.”

You watched him blush and he turned resting his chin on your head so you wouldn’t see his face, “I-I love you too.��� He brought one of his hands to cover his face as you laughed quietly against his chest relishing in his warmth and the love you could feel radiating off of him.

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

Forgive me, I know that the song is about four pieces overlaid, but I love it, and I think you guys should give it a listen. I completely forgot about it since....6th grade years???

I hope you like it! Nows a perfect time for a water break! Just saying! 💙

[clareisa]

Not That Innocent -「Kang Hyunggu/Kino」 - smut

Request (anon request): something about pentagon kino this comeback era has me feeling hot in so many ways. could you write something about him maybe showing his dominant side? like he doesn’t care about fucking you while the other members are at the dorm and insist on making you as vocal as possible so you know who you belong to 🥵

A/N: well, Kino is a wild card. Hope I wrote this as good as you imagined, sweetie.

Genre: Romance, smut

Words: 4,3k

Warning: This contains NSFW content. Do not engage in my works if you are underage. Read to your own discretion

- gifs are not mine, credits to rightful owners

- English is not my first language, so please, excuse my mistakes

    You and Hyunggu was the cutest couple human eye could ever see. Always smiling at each other, complimenting each other and being glued to each other’s bodies all the time. You were so adorable and innocent around people that everyone thought you two can’t be doing any dirty things. They just couldn’t imagine such softies as you two doing anything like that. Sure, you were adults, but still. Hyunggu always got teased by his members for it since you both were kinda shy about PDA and they never saw you making out or simply just kiss longer than a peck. 

  He never told you that it was bothering him and he always just laughed or brushed it away with a simple shrugging of his shoulders. It wasn’t bugging him a bit at the beginning since he knew you two had a very satisfying and rich intimate life. But he never felt the need to show off and be loud. Plus, he loved when there was just you two and he didn’t need to worry about anything. Just loving you and worshipping your body was enough for him. 

  But these last days his members were teasing him way too much. Especially after this comeback. Saying how dark and sexy he is in the music video but he is not able to do it with his own girlfriend. But as always, he ignored their stupid teasing words. The only thing that was bothering him about the teasing was how some of them were talking about you. Especially Hongseok and Wooseok. The two men never hid their attraction to you ever since you got to know them. Always inconspicuously flirting with you and walking “accidentally” around half-naked every time you were in the dorms. 

  But Hyunggu always calmed down when you told him that the two fine men never got any effect on you. Hearts in your eyes always showed just when you were looking at him. Just he could make you blush, make you feel save and loved. 

  Today you were on a sleepover in your boyfriend’s dorm. You came on the time and the door was opened by smiling Hoetaek. He greeted you warmly as he slipped back his messy dark blue hair. With a smile helped you with the bags of food you brought. There was a lot. When you entered the living room you could already see Yanan and his girlfriend running around and cleaning the mess after the guys living there, making sure everything is clean, pretty and ready for the movie night which should start very soon. When she saw you she smiled like if you were an angel. 

  “Y/N! Oh my God! Finally another woman. I would become crazy if I would be here with just the guys.” she chuckled and hugged you tightly, laying your head on her shoulder. You giggled and hugged her back. She quickly became one of your best friends since she started dating Yanan a couple months ago. You were happy that you finally won’t be the only girl at sleepovers. It was hard with 9 men around.

  “Oh come on. I see that you are doing great. And you have the best helper.” you giggled when Yanan hugged her from the back, making her jump a little in surprise. She slapped his hands around her waist in a loving manner but he didn’t move, not wanting to let her go. 

  “You should go to your man. He is walking around at least an hour already, worrying where you are and repeating on and on that he already need to see you.” she winked at you. Blush immediately painted your cheeks. She and Yanan was the only one who didn’t tease you simply because they were both sweethearts. They were teased because of the same reason as you and Hyunggu but much less because Yanan always embarrassed them by his savage remarks or his girlfriend simply hit their heads. 

  “Of course. Where is he?” you asked, excited to see your man. 

  “In his room. Waiting for you.” Yanan smiled and pointed to the direction of Hyunggu’s door. You nodded and with a wide grin on your face, you started making small happy steps to the direction of your boyfriend’s door. Hongseok appeared on the scene and when he saw where are you going he whistled. 

  “Be careful tigress! Your baby boy might not be prepared for that dress.” he grinned when Wooseok was suddenly standing next to him, just nodded, “He is too shy. But I know what I would do with you.” the maknae laughed, winking at you. Today they were even bolder than before and you once again tried to act like you don’t mind and you don’t understand what they mean by their flirty remarks.

  Soon both of their heads was hit from the back by Yanan, “Shut up, you act like boys in puberty.” he frowned at them and gave you encouraging smile. You muttered thank you and continued to walk through the dorm. 

  You were always telling to Hyunggu that you didn’t mind them and their teasing. But it was the opposite. You liked them as friends but when they started teasing your boyfriend and flirting with you, you honestly felt uncomfortable. You sometimes wished they could hear how good is Hyunggu making you feel every time when you were alone. That would shut their mouths. But you knew Hyunggu wouldn’t be comfortable with it. 

  You slowly and soundlessly opened door to the Hyunggu’s room. He was sitting on his bed, his back facing you, legs crossed. You tiptoed behind him and wanted to scare him but you stopped when you saw what he was doing. He was looking at all of your photos you two took together. Some of them were just you which you and some of them you didn’t recognize. He probably took them when you weren’t looking. You almost melted when you saw his smile from the side. It was that stupid innocent smile of a man completely in love. A lot of people were jealous of you having him. He was always looking at you as if you were the only thing in the room. Girls around were scoffing at you two sometimes. Even if they had boyfriends, they never paid so much attention to them like Hyunggu did to you. 

  You quickly covered his eyes from the back and leaned down to his ear, “Guess who?” you giggled as you felt his frozen form to relax. 

  “Hmmm.” he hummed like if he was thinking hard, “The love of my life probably?” he chuckled in the sync with you. He was cheeky all the time but you loved it a lot.

  He gently took your hands down and turned to you with the brightest smile you have ever seen. Since he was still sitting on the bed he hugged you, his hands were around your hips and his head resting on your breasts. He didn’t think about it at that moment but you froze for a moment. Your cheeks became hotter as you felt his head brushing and finding the best position in the middle on your soft sensitive chest. 

  “Hey, baby.” he said in a cute voice and before he looked up with his big maroon eyes he kissed your belly through your dress. You couldn’t stop the wide smile appearing on your face. This man was too precious. You kissed the top of his head and caressed his dark silky locks. He quickly grabbed you by your hips and sat you down on his lap. You hid your blushing face to his neck as you hugged him around his shoulders. 

  “You are finally here.” he whispered happily. Hyunggu was overwhelmed with happiness when he could finally hold you in his arms and smell your light sweet natural scent. He was so cute... too cute sometimes.

  “Y/N? Are you okay?” he asked when he saw you looking to the wall, far away from the current situation. 

  You looked up and force yourself to smile, “Yes, of course, I’m okay, baby. I was just thinking about something.” you said and get back to the position you were before, now resting your head on his warm chest. You could hear his heart beating faster in his chest as you caressed his sides. 

  “About me?” he asked in hope. You hesitated for a moment and wasn’t sure if you should tell him about your worries regarding his two group mates and this evening. 

  “Well... kinda yeah.” you chuckled awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. Your body was filled up with tension and the man holding you lovingly immediately felt it.  

  “You know you can tell me anything, princess. We are not hiding any of our worries from each other. Remember?” his voice calm, as the kiss on the path in your hair.  

  You sighed heavily and looked up. Hyunggu looked at you and his sweet smile calmed you down a little. “You know... the teasing of your band members is getting worse and worse. I’m worried that it might hurt you.” you were saying while looking into his eyes and drawing small circles on his chest with tips of your fingers. 

“Don’t worry about that. It’s nothing. It’s just a stupid and childish thing to do. I don’t mind it at a-” he didn’t even finish the sentence when you interrupted him in a cold tone of your voice, “But I do. I’m so tired of it.” your face without emotion.

  Hyunggu looked down at you with a shocked face, “Babe...I didn’t know...” he didn’t know what to say. 

  “I’m just so tired of it already. I don’t care about their stupid remarks about my outfits or their weak attempts of flirting with me. They think I care about their sweaty half-naked bodies? Sometimes they really seem ridiculous to me but that is not the problem. I hate how they are mocking you. It was just stupid in the beginning but now I can’t stand it anymore. And if I would say something against it I’m sure they will just laugh and tell me to calm down because they are just joking.” you needed to stop to take a deep breath, “But that joking is going too far. I don’t like it Hyunggu.” you finished and looked straight to the eyes of your shocked boyfriend. 

  Silence filled the room and space between you two. Hyunggu was still processing all the things you just said, not knowing how to respond right at that moment. He took a deep breath and took your hands into his. His warm touch created goosebumps. He put his palm on your cheek and smiled when he felt the hot skin of your face. 

  “I didn’t know it makes you this angry. I thought you just ignored it and didn’t pay attention to it at all.” he said. You nodded, “Yes, at the beginning but it crossed the line. I just want it to stop.” you said strongly. 

  He sighed and nodded, “Okay, I’ll try to talk to them.” he smiled a little. 

  “No, Hyunggu. They won’t stop. They won’t stop until you’ll prove them wrong.” you said trying to suggest him the dirty idea that could shut all the stupid remarks and mocking. 

  “What do you mean by proving them... wrong?” he asked, careful with his words. You playfully rolled your eyes at him with a smile. “You know exactly what I mean. baby.” you smirked and pecked his lips quickly. He closed his eyes, thinking. 

  “Please, Hyunggu. I know you like the most when we are alone. Me too but...” you leaned close to his ear and your voice dropped down by one octave, “I just want to show them that we are not as innocent as they think.” you breathed out to his ear, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine. “We... w-we can’t, baby. Everyone is just behind the wall.” he said nervously. 

  “Please...” you unbuttoned slowly his dress shirt and exposed his toned torso. “Please...master.” you whispered needily as your cold hands touched the hot skin of his chest.    

  You suddenly felt him nodding. “You are right. You are absolutely right, baby. They always piss me off. How stupid they are. They are making fun of me not knowing how good you are being treated in our bed.” he said firmly. He looked at you and took off his shirt completely. “You are right, I’m gonna show them how to take care of girl right. And remind them that you are mine and only mine.” the tone of his voice dropping making you bite your lip. 

  He laid you down on his bed. When he saw you all excited but still shy by the thought of others hearing you, all his blood started rushing down to his length. The confident smirk on his face was obviously telling that he can’t wait to finally prove everyone that he is the best at making his girl scream and loving her the way she deserves. He leaned down, supporting himself of his elbows as he was above you, exploring every inch of your face. He didn’t see fear, shyness or regret. All he saw in your eyes was lust and excitement. He took your chin to his palm and from there, his fingertips started tracing your jawline, going down to your neck making you gulp. His fingers stopped at the neckline of your dress that was already quite low. 

  “Do you like this dress a lot?” he asked with a wicked smile. You already knew what he was planning so you shook your head ‘no’, making the man growl. His hands grabbed the neckline of your dress from both sides and with licking his lips he tore the fabric apart easily. You moaned thanks to the air hitting your half-naked body now covered just with the pastel pink lacy set of underwear. 

  “Fuck, baby. You look so pretty... so innocent. Like a sweet candy, like a pretty doll just for me.” he said when he threw the tore fabric of your dress to a random part of the room. “Only your doll, master.” you innocently blinked at him making him chuckle. 

  Hyunggu took your hand in a swift move and placed it on his chest. He slowly was dragging your hands further and further down, stopping at his prominent v-line. Your breath was shaking once again as you were closer to the part of him that you needed the most at that moment. Seeing his already huge bulge made your core squirm. Before you almost started drooling your boyfriend captured your lips in a heated kiss. His lips were needy, moving eagerly against yours. As he literally shoved his tongue to your mouth, you couldn’t help and release a first loud moan and tug at the hem of his sweatpants. 

  The kiss was getting sloppy. Your mixed saliva all over your lips and some even going down your chin to your neck. One of your hand went to his soft hair and started tugging, making him growling into the kiss. His wet lips moved from your mouth right above your collarbone and started to suck harshly on the sensitive skin. A needy whimper escaped past your lips and the hand that was in his hair went over your mouth. But Hyunggu didn’t like it. 

  “Moan, whimper, scream as you do normally, baby. Like if we were alone.” he chuckled, amused. After you nodded he came back to your neck and started creating more and more marks. He felt so powerful, like a wolf marking his territory. And your sinful whimpers was music to his ears. He was sure that they could hear you already. That was making him even more ambitious this evening. After leaving your neck bruised his now soft kisses were going down between your pretty breasts he loved so much. He loved to give them attention. They were pretty, tasty and his actions were making you crazy which was his favourite part. Hyunggu tugged at your bra making it grind against your already hard nipples underneath the fabric. 

  “Take it off.” you breathed out. “That’s not how you ask for something, baby doll.” he said firmly. “Please, take it off, master.” you whimpered out this time. “Good girl.” he smiled at you proudly. 

  He skilfully took off your bra and immediately started sucking harshly on one of your nipples. He kept the second one occupied by twisting it between his fingers. Your moans were loud and unstoppable at this point. It felt too good that you forgot you are in the dorms with other people. As he was doing the perfect job on your soft sensitive flesh, he started sliding your panties down to your legs. You lifted your bum for a moment so he could easily take them off. 

  He broke the contact and looked at you from above. He couldn’t believe how beautiful you were. Lustful eyes, messy hair, swollen lips, a bruised neck and a slight layer of sweat covering your heated body. It was like the artwork to him. He swore in his head that he never saw such a beautiful view in front of him. 

  He leaned down once again and connected your lips. This time slower, gentler and sweeter. One of his hands was holding your cheek and the other was exploring your body like for the first time. He loved touching every inch of your skin. The way he could feel your pulse on your neck or you shaking when he grabbed your hips. To contrast to his sweet kiss, his still clothed hips started to grind harshly against your now bare core. As you felt his arousal for the first time he broke the kiss knowing you’ll release the cutest moan. 

  “You like it, baby?” his arrogant smirk appeared on his face as he was smoothly grinding on you in a wave motions. 

  “Fuck, baby doll. I need to feel you so bad.” he moaned out slowly losing his mind in you. “Then do it already!” you whined loudly making sure everyone will hear it.   

  He stood up with a smirk and took down his pants along his boxers. His hard member bounced a little from that move and your eyes glued down between his legs. Perfect length and girth, stretching your core so deliciously every time. It was fair like his skin and veiny, only the tip was a pinkish colour making you lick your lips in anticipation. 

  “Spread legs for me.” Hyunggu’s gaze was dark and needy, ready to fuck your soul out of your body. Of course, you obeyed his words like a good girl you are. You slowly opened your legs wide apart not trying to squirm under the cold air hitting your sensitive core. Your boyfriend didn’t know how but you always could take his breath away. He almost drooled from the view of your tasty looking pussy all soaked and ready for him to destroy it. 

  “You look so beautiful.” he chuckled climbing above your body once again. He couldn’t help himself and look down between your thighs again. “I’m sorry, doll but master need to have a taste.” he gulped and quickly positioned his face in front of your leaking pussy. He spread your folds apart and spit a couple of times “Mmmm so pretty, just like my doll.” he chuckled before he buried his face between your folds. 

  “Fuck, master!” you screamed out feeling his tongue entering your hole. He was moving fast in and out with his wet muscle while his nose was grinding against your clit making you moan in bliss. He moved a little up and started teasing the bundle of nerves of yours with his tongue. At first, just gently licking like a kitten.

  “Please, more, master...ughhh. I need more of your tongue!” you didn’t hold your moans back. You saw him smirk. He gladly played with your wet folds and after that started sucking on your clit hard while still making his magic tongue work around it. He moaned out into you thanks to the taste of your juices. You grabbed his raven hair and pulled powerfully. You knew he loved it and it made him work even harder on you down there. You were already so close to cumming and he knew it. Your high pitched moans and fast hard breathing was his favourite sound in the world. 

  “Okay.” he said when he stopped his actions. You whined from the loss of the contact but became quiet when he slapped both of your inner thighs. “Pretty dolls don’t whine. They stay still and look pretty for their master. Am I right... doll?” he lifted his eyebrow. You gulped, your breath shaking. “Now, my pretty doll...” he leaned down, his face in front of yours, “Master is gonna have fun and you will use your pretty voice to show him how you love it. Clear?” he asked in darl voice. 

  “Yes, master.” you smiled sweetly, excited for the next step. 

  With a smile, he started grinding on you again. But now he makes sure his member was sliding between your folds, lubing himself. He slowly started sucking on your neck as he positioned the tip on your entrance. “Be loud for me, babydoll.” he whispered and shoved his entire length balls deep in one swift move. 

  “Fuck, Hyunggu!” you moan-screamed loud. An animalistic loud growl escaped his lips as he felt your hot tight walls hugging and swallowing his dick perfectly. You were always so tight for him and he always stretched your needy cunt so well. 

  “Shit, babydoll! Your little cunt is so tight for me every time.” he looked into your eyes, almost slid out and against shoved himself roughly in a couple of times. You screamed out of his name every single time. His hips slowly started moving in a more smooth and regular pace. His body was rolling as he was fucking into you. Your wetness was covering his member and leaking down your thighs and down to your ass. All the mixture of your juices and his saliva were making dirty noises of two bodies connecting, echoing through the room. 

  “Look at that tiny little cunt swallowing my dick so hungrily. Can’t you get enough, doll?” he asked you and sucked at your nipples for a moment. You couldn’t get out more than just desperate moans and whimpers. Your head and body in the fire thanks to how good he was making you feel. 

  “I asked something you something, you little cockslut!” he growled and spanked your chest. “Mhmm! Yes, master” I can’t get enough of your cock, I can’t get enough of you. Please, please harder!” you moaned out, tears or pleasure forming in the corner of your eyes. 

  “That’s my pretty little doll.” his wicked smile was back as his thrusts became sharper, faster and much harder. 

  Suddenly your back arched and desperate sob left your mouth along with his name, “Hyunggu!” you couldn’t stop it. This made him proud and even more desperate to make you cum, “Found it, doll.” he chuckled and started hitting the same sensitive spot over and over, each time harder. 

  “Master! Master, fuck! I-...I’m so c-close!” your voice tired and your throat hurting. 

  “Come for me, doll! Come all over master’s cock. Don’t be shy, beautiful.” his encouraging hot words were echoing in your head and pushing you even closer to your orgasm. “I’m so close too! I’m gonna paint your tight walls with my seed, babydoll. Would you like that?” he asked and bite your neck to tone down his own noises. You couldn’t form a sentence as the familiar feeling in your lower belly was coming. You just nodded fastly. Soon his thrusts become sloppy and less regular. You could feel his cock twitching inside, ready to cum. With a loud moan, you reached your high... but it was different. The pleasure took all over you and by the way how Hyunggu stopped his action you knew something was off. You looked down and saw just your shocked boyfriend.

  Hyunggu couldn’t believe this happened. You cummed like this for the first time. You squirted all over his dick, your and his legs. “Fuck, babydoll. You are so beautiful.” he was breathless. But the twitching in his own member made him come back to the earth. He slipped in once again and started abusing your sensitive walls. Your whines were so cute. “Just a moment, doll.” he moaned out very close to his own orgasm. As he knew it was coming he slipped out and pumped out his cum all over your pussy, painting the pretty rose with the thick whiteness. 

  “All mine... my beautiful innocent doll.” he breathed out with smile looking at him marking his territory. He then laid down next to you and kissed your lips sweetly. Lust disappeared from his eyes now full of tenderness. “Let’s go to shower, love. Maybe we just didn’t see the beginning of the movie. “ he kissed your nose and helped you to the bathroom attached to his room. You both relaxed in the shower and changed into clean clothes. Well in your case you just stole your boyfriend’s big hoodie. 

  As you walked to the living room everyone stayed silent. Everyone, except Yanan and his girlfriend who was smirking at you both, were speechless and couldn’t even look at you two. Hyunggu calmly sat down on the big couch and sat you down on his lap. 

  “Sorry for being late, guys. I guess we lost the track of the time,” he smirked at his band members. “Right, love?” he kissed your lips sweetly and then covered you both in a soft blanket. You almost burst in laughter when you saw Hongseok’s and Wooseok’s red faces and their slight erection which they were trying to hide with pilows. They finally get to know you two are not as innocent as they thought. 

[milomeepit]

Diamond In The Rough: Chapter Six

Roman has always wanted better. Has always believed that there’s a better life, a better world, just out of reach. Just beyond the veil of shitty teachers who don’t care, angry classmates that scream insults and slurs at each other all day, and drug-hazed parents who are more concerned with their next hit than looking after their ten year old son.

When he runs away after a particularly bad night at home and finds a quiet little cafe/bookstore tucked away in a back alley of the city, the sweet couple who run the joint (an odd pair; a quiet, gloomy man with a wry sense of humour and a cynical gleam in his eye, and a bouncy man who smiles like sunshine and laughs like a storybook king) help show him that maybe- just maybe- he really can have the life he always dreamed of.

Masterpost (to be added soon!)

Word Count: 2786

Chapter Warnings: probably terribly translated Spanish and I’m Incredibly Sorry, insanely sappy couple, anxious child continues to be anxious, hygiene issues, food mention

It didn’t take long to finish closing up the cafe, and they were soon on their way home. Virgil was glad he’d already cleared out the backseat of Patton’s old blue sedan for the next lot of groceries, as it gave Roman space to sit without being crowded by bags and boxes of books. Roman, meanwhile, peered out the window curiously as they drove along, watching the trees and buildings lit up by the headlights of the car before they slipped past and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Patton pulled into their apartment block’s parking lot, and was around to Roman’s door before Virgil could even unbuckle his seatbelt. He chuckled as his husband scooped up the small boy into another quick hug before setting him down and grabbing the box of leftover baked goods from the other seat.

Virgil led Roman across to the front door and upstairs, making sure to keep an eye on him in case he stumbled on the slightly uneven steps. Roman bounded up them effortlessly, though, his backpack bouncing against his shoulders as he scaled the staircase. Patton followed close behind them, carefully balancing the wide, thin box of pastries and biscuits, humming cheerfully.

Virgil... really wished he’d had a camera right then. When he unlocked and opened the front door, stepping back to let Roman enter first, he’d frozen at first. He took a couple of small steps over the threshold, eyes as wide as dinner plates as he looked around the living room.

Aesthetically speaking, it was very much a reflection of everything that they’d put into the cafe. Fairy lights were hung carefully around the edges of the room, and as Virgil reached across to the power point near the door, they flickered on; a warm, soft glow around the cozy space. The couches here did match, but the patches covering old repairs were a variety of colours and patterns- floral and rainbow and zigzag and galaxies peeking between the pale blue.

Roman looked over his shoulder. “This is your house?” He whispered, voice laced with excited disbelief.

“Sure is. Go on,” Virgil urged, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Have a look around, explore the apartment.”

“Mi casa es su casa!” Patton beamed, setting the box on a table near the door. “Come on, Ro, I’ll show you ar-”

“¿Tu hablas español?” Roman interrupted, snapping to look at Patton, mouth hanging open in surprise.

“¡Por supuesto! Mi mamá es cubana,” Patton clapped his hands together, clearly delighted.

Virgil couldn’t follow most of the rapid stream of Spanish that Roman babbled out, but between the adoring expression on his face as he gushed to Patton, and Patton’s sparkling eyes, he could tell that the two were bonding over their shared language. He knew bits and pieces; growing up with Patton, he’d picked up words and phrases- mostly curse words and sappy declarations of love- but it warmed his heart to see Patton so excited as they spoke.

“Patton, hon, should we finish showing Roman around?” Virgil smiled, reaching over to prod him gently in the arm.

“Oh! Oh, of course. Sorry, I guess we got a little distracted,” Patton giggled. “How about you show Ro around, and I’ll sort out some clean clothes for him? I think we still have some spare stuff from when your cousin and her kids stayed over.”

Virgil nodded. “Sure thing. Hey, kid, how’s it sound if I run you a bath and we get you some clean PJs?” He suggested, turning to face Roman again.

Roman paused for a moment, clinging to his worn red jacket, before nodding. “Um... yes, please,” He said softly as he slipped off his backpack and set it down by the front door, toeing off his shoes as he did so.

Virgil tousled his hair again before making his way into the bathroom, Roman trotting along behind him. He sat on the closed lid of the toilet as Virgil started running the bath, his legs swinging back and forth, his small socked feet drumming against the porcelain base.

“You can drop your dirty clothes over there when you hop in,” Virgil gestured towards the half-full launder hamper that hung from a hook on the wall. “Patton or I will wash ‘em and have ‘em back for you in the morning, alright?”

“Thank you,” Roman nodded, his eyes fixed on the basket.

Virgil watched him for a few seconds, as he added a dash of bubble bath liquid, a little thrown off by how still he was. This was the same kid who spent an hour and a half squealing with Patton about princes, right? The same kid who’d snapped right to teasing Virgil back when he’d poked playfully at how much he sang? “Hey, are you okay?” He asked. “You look like a helium balloon someone poked a hole in.”

Roman blinked, turning his head to meet his gaze. “Wh... why helium?”

“Because you’re squeaky, bouncy, and I’ve never seen anything bring you down,” Virgil reached over, tipping up his chin lightly. “What’s on your mind, short stack?”

“Oh. Nothing, I’m okay,” Roman shook his head.

Virgil raised an eyebrow wordlessly.

“No, for real this time!” He insisted, crossing his arms and sticking out his chin. “I just don’t wanna make a mess or anything. Especially since you have a nice house and stuff, I don’t want to ruin it... I guess.” He sagged a little as he spoke, the proud indignance melting into uncertainty.

“Kiddo, trust me, you don’t have to worry about that. We’re hardly super neat freaks, so you can chill. Even if anyone makes a mess- you, me, or Patton- we’ll just work together and tidy up. That’s what me and Pat’ve always done.”

Roman’s face twitched with an emotion Virgil didn’t quite recognize before he nodded again. “... Okay.” He hopped off the toilet, peering at the bathtub. “It’s kinda full, isn’t it gonna spill?”

Virgil gave a start, snapping around to lunge for the tap handles before it overflowed. “Gah-!” He twisted them around quickly to shut off the flow of water. “My bad. Nice save, kid,” He wheezed. “Patton would’ve kicked my butt if I flooded the bathroom again.”

“Again?” Roman’s eyes widened.

“No time for questions, you got a tub of steamy goodness to tend to.” Virgil clapped him lightly on the shoulder. “We’ll be just out in the living room, give a yell if you need anything, okay?”

Roman nodded once more. “Alright. Thanks.”

Virgil left the bathroom, shut the door behind him, then walked over to flop onto the couch. “Goblin prince is in the tub,” He announced as Patton appeared out of their bedroom, a bundle of clothing in his arms.

Patton swatted his shoulder. “Oh, knock it off!” He chided. “You adore him, I know you do.”

“I love nothing and nobody,” Virgil droned, slouching further into the couch cushions. “My heart is as cold as ice, hard as granite, untouched by anything on this mortal plane.”

Patton giggled, then leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Mm-hm. My big, strong, tough, badass man,” He teased.

“I said mortal plane. Angels like you don’t count, babe,” Virgil retorted, pulling Patton into his lap and dotting kisses across his face. He was rewarded with more peals of laughter, and couldn’t help the wide grin that appeared on his own face at the delightful sound.

“Hey, hey, easy!” Patton squeaked, his face flushed red as he giggled, squirming slightly in Virgil’s grip. “I’m gonna get hiccups if I laugh too hard!”

Virgil pulled him close, burying his face in Patton’s soft messy curls. “You’re adorable,” He hummed happily.

“And you’re a cutie pie,” Patton murmured, nuzzling close to his neck. “I love you, so much.”

“Really? How much?” Virgil’s voice took on a teasing lilt as he spoke.

“More than all the stars shine in the sky,” Patton answered immediately.

“Well, I love you more than the soft glow of an almost-full moon,” Virgil responded.

“I love you more than tiny hermit crabs in big, big shells.”

Virgil smiled at the mental image. “I love you more than copper windchimes.”

“I love you more than antique stores full of old tea sets.”

“I love you more than just-bloomed heather swaying in a summer breeze.”

Patton shivered a little, and Virgil laughed. “That’s practically cheating,” He mumbled.

“Does that mean you give up?”

“Never.” Patton shook his head, his curls brushing against Virgil’s face. “I love you more than smooth, pretty calligraphy done with real ink.”

“I love you more than fresh coffee with creamy milk and sugar.”

Patton was quiet for a moment as he thought. “I love you more than...” His eyes lit up. “I love you more than the yellowed pages of an old family recipe book!”

Virgil hissed through his teeth. “Alright, alright, you win this round, jelly bean,” He conceded.

Patton beamed, and his bright-as-sunshine smile sent a happy thrill through Virgil. "Yes!" He squealed happily.

“Um, excuse me?” Virgil twisted around to see Roman peeking out from the hallway, a towel clumsily wrapped around himself. “Um... sorry, but... um... can I have some help washing my hair?” He asked shyly, half-hiding behind the corner of the wall.

“Of course you can, sweetheart!” Patton cooed, bouncing to his feet. He pecked Virgil on the cheek before trotting over and offering a hand to Roman. “Let’s get those lovely locks soft and shiny, hm?”

Roman took his hand and giggled. “Thank you,” He said sweetly as he swung their joined hands.

“¡Eres muy bienvenido!” Patton tousled his slightly damp hair as he led Roman back into the bathroom. “Oooh, bubbles!”

Virgil grinned to himself. Patton sounded almost more excited about the bubbles than Roman seemed to be. It was little things like that that made Patton such a bright person to be around. His warm smile. His adorable, bubbly laugh. His kindness. The way he loved fiercely with all his heart. The way he loved people and pets and clouds and flowers and foods and smells and blankets and life.

While Virgil hated to sound like some cheesy romance movie cliche, Patton took his breath away, and he fell a little more in love with him every day.

“Hooooooon?” Patton called from the bathroom, breaking Virgil from his thoughts.

“Yeeeeaaaah?” Virgil pushed himself to his feet, already heading towards them as he responded. “What’s up?”

“Um... the shampoo bottle’s empty, and the new bottle is up on the top shelf, and...” Patton waved helplessly, stretched up on his tiptoes. His fingers just grazed the bottom of the shelf, a good couple of inches short of reaching the green bottle.

Virgil shook his head fondly. “Yeah, don’t worry, I got it,” He replied. He walked over to where Patton stood, easily grabbed the bottle, and handed it to the shorter man. “That all you guys need?”

Roman popped up from a pile of bubbles, his hair wet and his face flushed from the warmth of the water. “Virgil! Look!” He exclaimed as he scooped up a handful of bubbles, then blew on them, making the foam float around the room like snowflakes.

“Anybody would think you haven’t had a bubble bath before, kiddo,” Virgil leaned over to scoop up a palm full of bubbles and deposit them on top of Roman’s head.

“I haven’t!” Roman responded, practically vibrating as he scooped more bubbles up, squishing them between his hands. “This is so fun! And they’re so light and fluffy and soft! And they smell nice!”

Virgil felt Patton melt, without even looking in his direction. “Well, it’s an honour to be part of your first ever bubble bath experience, then, bud,” He nodded as he leaned back against the counter.

Roman giggled again. “Virgil es muy agradable, ¿verdad?” He asked Patton.

“El realmente es. Por eso me casé con él, después de todo.” Patton replied as he bobbed down next to the bathtub and started to lather up Roman’s hair.

“Hey, I may not know Spanish, but I know my name when I hear it,” Virgil complained, poking Patton gently with his toe. “What are you slandering my name with now?”

“All good things, all good things!” Patton assured him, then sent Roman a very obvious conspiratorial wink.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Sure, sure. That’s what you said when you ripped Chloe Casiano to shreds in sophomore year.”

“She started it,” Patton shook his head as he scrubbed shampoo into Roman’s hair. He wrinkled his nose as his hands came away grey. “Gosh, Ro, hon, has it been a while since your hair’s been washed?”

“Um... I haven’t been able to have a proper shower in a while,” Roman answered, shrinking in on himself a little. “And Mom and Dad don’t really help me wash my hair, and I don’t like doing it because I always get soap in my eyes, and it stings a lot, and, um... yeah.”

“Aw, that’s okay, sweetheart, it’s not your fault!” Patton hummed. “Me and Virge will help you, and we can help you learn how to do it and not get it in your eyes. Sound good?”

“Mm-hm!”

“Perfect! Now, just tip your head back for me, sweetpea, and I’ll rinse your hair a bit and we’ll see how it looks, hm?”

Roman leaned his head back, and Patton scooped up water in the plastic cup that sat by the tap, then gently tipped it over his hair to rinse away some of the soap and grit and dirt. It looked so much lighter after that, and Virgil smiled.

“What, is your hair blonde under all that muck?” He joked, easing himself down to sit on the floor next to Patton.

“Uh-huh!” Roman chirped.

“Wait,” Virgil blinked, taken off guard. “Really?”

Sure enough, as Patton washed, rinsed, and then dried his hair, a poofy mess of curly blonde hair was revealed. Patton squealed as he ran his fingers through it, rambling excitedly. “Dios mío, eres tan lindo! ¡Nunca me hubiera imaginado que tu cabello fuera tan rizado!”

Roman blushed and shook his head stubbornly. “¡No soy lindo!” He argued.

“Muy lindo,” Virgil drawled. “Very, very cute and tiny. The smallest. A total shorty.”

“Pattoooon!” Roman whined, clinging to Patton’s sleeve. “I’m not that short, am I?”

“Well... I’m sure you’ll grow! You’re probably gonna end up taller than me, so!” Patton ruffled his hair lightly.

Roman groaned, sagging against him. “I'm nooooot!" He whined.

Patton giggled and wrapped his arms around him, pressing a kiss into his hair. "Aw, it's not so bad! Being small can be great! You can fit into small spaces, and you don't hit your head on low ceilings, and you can get piggybacks, and... there's a lot of really neat stuff!"

"Yeah, yeah," Roman grumbled half-heartedly, turning in Patton's arms and burying his face against his shirt.

Virgil grinned as he got to his feet and stretched. "Mm... you guys hungry? I think we have some pasta bake in the fridge still," He suggested.

"Sounds perfect, mi alma!" Patton beamed. "I'll go set the table while Ro gets dressed, then we can have some dinner!"

Roman nodded enthusiastically, pulling the towel tighter around himself. "Yes, please!"

Virgil gave them a thumbs up, then slipped out of the room. He made his way into the kitchen, humming to himself as he went. Patton popped in behind him as he slid the dish into the microwave.

“So...” Patton hummed as he fished cutlery out of the drawer under the coffeemaker. “We should probably start looking at where the poor lost little bird came from, huh?”

“Yeah,” Virgil agreed. “From what he said earlier, his parents aren’t exactly the most attentive, but I’m sure they’ve noticed he’s missing.” He twisted a dishcloth in his hands for a few seconds as he thought. Patton waited for him to continue, the soft hum of the microwave bridging the silence between them. “... I’ll start looking on Facebook and stuff in the morning. Maybe there’s one of those search party pages or whatever.”

Patton crossed the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Virgil in a hug. “And what do we do if we can’t find anything?” He asked softly, leaning his head against Virgil’s shoulder.

“I dunno,” Virgil admitted. “But I’m sure we’ll figure something out-”

“Virgiiiiil? I got my hair stuck in a button!” Roman whined from the other room.

“- And everything’ll be fine,” He finished, then pecked Patton on the forehead before heading towards the distressed boy. “Coming, bud! Try not to pull on it unless you want a bald patch!” He chuckled at the alarmed squawk he got in response as he ducked out the kitchen door.

[bubblyani]

Sober Up Pt. 2

(Klaus x Reader)

Part 2 of Klaus Hargreeves Two Shot

Read Part 1

Summary: As Klaus’ friend, you try to get him to sober up. But it’s a lot more complicated when you are secretly harboring feelings for him, 

Warnings: Slight swearing (barely..)  & Sexual themes

Author’s Note: This certainly did feel like it deserved a part 2, and I fully appreciate the response. It is safe to say Klaus makes me feel things deeply, so i hope you understand the direction i went with. Enjoy TUA fandom!

(1 month ago) “Y/N! I love you…all you need to do is say it back…easy!”

“I…I can’t…” you stuttered, as your mind went completely blank. “Well why not?…” he started to get impatient, “Y/N why NOT?” You gulped, exhaling deeply, unable to answer. A few seconds later, you noticed him change his expression. “Is there someone else?…” Helpless as always, you looked away. “I’m sorry…” rubbing your temples hard, you faced the horrible ending that will soon come to pass.  

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(Present) “Sober enough now?” “You could say that…”

As you stared at him, you had a good feeling that you’ve been quiet, for a few seconds longer than you should. “Good…” you said, patting his chest  “Fucking finally” you stressed out. Looking down, Klaus burst out into a loud chuckle right after, which made you narrow your eyebrows. “What?” You asked, later joining him in the laughter. “It’s just that…” he began, looking back up at you, “It’s been a while since I heard you swear…” he continued, making you raise your eyebrows, “…and it’s… kinda hot” You couldn’t help but scoff into a chuckle, shaking your head. “Yeah…” you said, extending your hands, you flipped your hair in mockery, “… right…Ah!-” The dramatic hair flip seemed dramatic enough, that you leaned too far for you to fall back. Fortunately Klaus grabbed you, quick enough to pull you back. The pull back was strong, your foreheads rested on one another.

“Uh…Thank you” you whispered, suddenly feeling your face burn as you were that close to his lips once again. He did not respond, but merely stared into your eyes with his green ones instead. You felt his lips calling for you, tempting you for another taste. But why this all the sudden? Unless..you wondered.

“Why the kiss?” Klaus asked, out of the blue. And you suddenly woke up from the hypnosis. “Huh?” You said, as your forehead decided remain on its own with no help. “You know…” Klaus began,  “You could have said…slap you sober” he imitated a slap, “…or even punch you sober” motioning a punch later on. You nodded in acknowledgement. “But why kiss?” He asked you once again, his tone brimming with genuine curiosity.

You struggled to answer, “Uh…I…” he was right. You could have said anything else, simply anything. But this was certainly a surprise. The only problem was, you did not know the answer either. “Klaus…” you began “I…” you tried so hard to find the words. You begged for your heart to rescue you. Klaus waited for your answer. Inhaling deeply, you began:  

“I gotta pee…” You said meekly, as you brought your hands together, “Can I just..?”
Klaus gasped, “Yeah of course” a look of embarrassment came over him. “I’m sorry…” you said apologetically, slowly getting up. “No! It’s fine…” he replied with prompt. You stood up with your hands still together, “I’ll be right back” you quipped, tip toeing over to the nearest toilet.

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Shutting the door behind you, exhaling deeply, you placed your hands on the sink as you stared yourself in the mirror. “Gotta pee?…what a lame excuse Y/N!” You said, pointing at yourself with a tone of disappointment. Sighing, you rubbed your eyes, proceeding to splash your face with some water. As you dried your face off with a paper towel, you wondered: Was it finally time to admit it? Was today the day to come clean to him , and most importantly to yourself? Because what just happened a few minutes ago, was no ordinary incident. Surprisingly it was the most extraordinary incident that occurred during all the years of friendship you both shared. Exhaling calmly, you rubbed your hands together, psyching yourself up cause you knew you needed it. “Okay…let’s do this” you muttered to yourself, opening the door. The walk towards the living room suddenly felt longer and more nerve wrecking, but you were almost there. Only to find Klaus was not. “Hello?”  You said, as you looked around cautiously, suddenly more nervous than you should. Yet no sound. As huge as this house was, you suddenly felt more alone without a single clue of what happened to the occupants here. You heard some footsteps approach. “Oh!” You turned, a smile forming on your face by the sight of a living soul, “Pogo…” “Hello Ms.Y/N” He greeted formally, in his British accent, “If you were looking for the others, then I’m sorry but you missed them” he said, pointing towards the entrance. “They all went out?” You asked, not surprised. Pogo nodded, “I’m afraid so…an emergency of sorts-” “Even Klaus? He joined them?” You asked, your voice filled with curiosity. The monkey stared at you with confusion, “I believe so, yes…” even more confused when you broke into a huge smile.

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Upon returning to the house, Klaus felt Diego pat him on the shoulder. “Thanks man,  for saving my life earlier” he said. Klaus smiled at his brother. 
“And you’re sober too…that’s nice to see” Diego remarked as they both entered the living room, suddenly making Klaus drop his jaw in realization. 
“Y/N…shit” he muttered to himself, as he found no trace of you there. Suddenly he started to feel a bit agitated, clenching his fists, he began storming in.   “Klaus!” Diego cried after him. “Master Klaus…You’re back.” Pogo appeared, “Actually-” “Not now Pogo…” they heard Klaus reply as he disappeared from their view.

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Though it appeared messy, you still felt comfortable in Klaus’ old bedroom. A part of you could not help but pick up the clothes that were scattered across the floor as you walked around. And whatever you did, you did it with a smile on your face. A shriek came out of you as you jumped in shock, when the bedroom bursted opened with a loud thud. Klaus sighed in relief as he stood there by the door, “I thought you left”. “No, I…I was waiting” you replied, only realizing how you still held your breath. Exhaling peacefully afterwards, you both looked at each other, smiling as if you both were happy to see each other again. “So…” you began, “What happened? I couldn’t find you before…” “ Well, we heard from Five, and he needed our help ” Klaus said, closing the door behind him, “But then Diego got in some trouble but…” he stressed on the last word upon seeing your worried expression, “…I managed to save him” Your eyes widened with surprise, “Oh my god…No way!”  He nodded in acknowledgement with proud look on his face, “I’m so gonna need the details but…That’s amazing!”  You felt your smile reach the furthest corners of your face with ease, with your eyes twinkling. “And…” you just realized, “… you didn’t do…?” “…No…actually I didn’t…still sober” he replied, “Really? ” he watched you respond with a clap, “See?…this shows you can really do this you know…” you continued, feeling enthusiastic as you felt hope coursing through your veins, “I’m so proud of you”

“Really?” Klaus could not believe what he heard. You nodded furiously. “Yeah..I am” you replied, “…Come here you” you said, extending your arms as you both walked towards each other to an embrace.

Being in Klaus’ arms always brought you warmth and comfort. He was a very good hugger, which made it even better. But this warmth along with his soft locks of hair brushing against your shoulder, reminded you of what happiness actually felt like, what it felt like to care with all your heart. And as he pulled you in closer, and allowed your body to press against his, fitting perfectly, you felt something in you drop and set free. And apparently, so did Klaus.

Pulling back slowly, it all felt so delicate. A part of you did not want to part with his frame, so you just stood there. Looking down shyly, the both of you leaned against each other’s foreheads once again. As if fairy dust of temptation was sprinkled on each other’s lips as they remained inches away. This was definitely new, The fairy dust suddenly felt like a magnet, making it harder for each other to keep their distance. Being this close, you were at the mercy at those lips you dared to make a move on today. And fortunately Klaus Hargreeves was feeling particularly generous, as he suddenly swooped in clashing his lips on yours.

“Klaus I-” you breathed. “Shhh-” and he was not hesitant to cut you off, distracting you with his kiss. You could not believe this was happening again. Except this time it was out of pure necessity.

You felt your legs turn to jelly when he pulled you in closer by the waist, as if there was anymore space between the two of you that needed to be closed off. You complied without fail as Klaus backed you slowly over to his bed, allowing you to fall back on it with a soft thud. It did not take too long for him to crawl on top of you, reuniting with your hungry lips.

Your fingers seemed to have missed his hair, for they were quick to tangle themselves in his head, pulling him closer to you. Apart from the pleasure, your body was on a sacred journey. For the second your tongues enveloped and emoted with passion, you silently wished for the final drops of poison in his system to vanish for life. You felt these kisses have gone so deep, that you longed to hold his hand, hold it tight and jump in to the deepest corners, as long as you were together. Kisses so deep, you felt your lips connect into one. A lifetimes worth of emotion put into this moment, the energy did not seem to run out.

You were entirely lost in this passionate form of affection, that you had little idea when Klaus’ hand dipped under your shirt. You moaned as it crawled up, but finally opened your eyes in surprise when he made the daring effort of pushing your bra up, finally cupping your breast.

“Oh…” you broke off, feeling his warm hand on the unexpected place, “That escalated quickly huh?…” you breathed, hinting amusement. However, Klaus’ eyes were heavily dosed with lust, which made you blush into seriousness, “Do you want me to stop?” He whispered. Before he managed to remove his hand, you felt yourself push his palm back down, shaking your head swiftly but desperately. Shaky breaths exited you, and you pressed your thighs together in frustration when he showed his gratitude,  his fingertips lightly brushing across your breast, later proceeding to encircle , roll on and gently pull your fully erect nipple. All the while his lust-filled eyes watched you react to each move with generosity.

“Klaus..Mmm-” you moaned before his lips attacked the crook of your neck. And suddenly he surprised you even further when he moved downwards, pulling your t-shirt high enough to rest his lips on your clenched stomach, kissing every inch of your exposed skin with devotion along with his hums of satisfaction. This felt like a dream, a fantasy for you assumed this to be unattainable. You’ve never felt this vulnerable in front of him… ever. The moment you felt Klaus’ hands hold on to the waist band of your jeans, the second you felt him undo the button, something hit you.

“Klaus! Wait!” you said, looking up at him, causing  his hands to leave your body as if they were on fire. A look of confusion washed over him when you slowly sat up. Your lips were swollen, Your skin was burning along with the region between your thighs. Quite frankly, you could completely surrender to him right now. But instead you took a different route.

Followed by a deep breath, you pressed your lips together before you spoke.

“You asked me earlier, why the kiss...” you said. Seeing him nod in response, you continued , “Well … Why did you kiss back?” You asked, your gaze intensified as you inhaled, “Why kiss again? What’s all this??..” you continued, pointing at each other, “ Why… would you make me… feel... like this?” your tone softened by the sheer thought of his touch on you.

By his speechless reaction, you could tell he was as confused as you were. Or was he as frightened as you were to spill the truth? And what version of the truth would he reveal?

Klaus exhaled nervously, finally looking into your eyes for stability. “I would be lying…if I said that I haven’t cared for you, cause I have…more than a friend” he said. Your eyes widened, this was certainly not what you expected, “A-and you’re saying this now??” You were even more surprised when you saw Klaus scoff in response,

“Y/N…What could I do?” his eyes twinkled, “ ever since I knew you…you were always with someone …whenever I’d see you, there was always someone..and …I didn’t wanna be a dick and ruin everything-”

You remained mute, for he had a point. Klaus continued, “ But here you are now…I’m seeing you again after Dad is gone and…you’re broken up with Brad-”

“Brett” you corrected, “Whatever…” he said, “ and…there you were…kissing me.” He laughed out of disbelief of its actual possibility, “ Heheh..kissing me sober. It was… incredible Y/N…I can’t believe I’m sober…and that I’m fine with it” you swore you were spellbound by Klaus’ smile, and his enthusiasm as he spoke. So you couldn’t help but smile yourself.

“You have always been the one constant happiness in my life Y/N…” he said, reaching out to hold your hand. You felt warmth spread through your body the moment those words reached your ears, covering you up like a blanket, “And you were finally there, right in front of me…So could you blame me?” Klaus said, running his thumb along your palm.

Even the lightest, simplest touch affected you greatly, as Klaus Hargreeves poured his heart out in to a glass and there he was, prepared to give a toast.

“You know…” you began, “Brett proposed to me…” you said shyly.

The thumb froze. The look of dejection in Klaus’ face was something you have not seen before, jaw slightly dropped, he looked helpless.

“It was a month ago…” you took a deep breath, that fateful exchange haunting you, “but I turned it down”

As you scoffed, you could not fathom the life you had, “I almost got engaged…can you believe it? Someone finally decided to want to spend their life with me…and I just…blew it” looking down, you just realized Klaus had not released your hand yet. “Horrible….I was horrible. For a while I wondered whether something was actually wrong with me, to be in so many relationships only to lose them all…”

“Y/N…” Klaus held your hand tightly, the tone of his voice laced with sadness, “I’m sorry you had to deal with that-”

“You’re sorry?” Your tone raised, in disbelief  yourself,  “I should be the one to apologize…” your free hand rested on your chest, for you felt your heart might break, “I should have been there for you…the way you had to deal things with the drugs..and-” you paused, with a heavy sigh. “Whoever I was with, when I got to the serious part, suddenly I couldn’t make a decision that they wanted me to make. Suddenly everyone was not good enough, suddenly everyone was not worth it, cause they were not…you”

You finished your sentence with a silent prayer.

Funny, you thought. When things actually go your way sometimes, you find it so hard to believe. You identified that with Klaus as well. His eyes, smudged with eyeliner, did not fail to emote his innocent surprise to this new information. As you slowly inched closer to him, standing up to sit on his lap afterwards, you felt the bottled up feelings pour down into your goblet with great care.

Heaven knows how many times you tried to move on, but every time you did take the first step forward away , you were afraid to take the other one, for he was there at the other one, and you did not want to leave him there alone.

You cupped his face, drinking up the beauty he was as you took a deep breath, “You have no idea how amazing you are Klaus…” your voice almost broke, “…and If I can tell you that everyday I would”  the vision almost blurred as you felt your eyes water, “…If I can be that voice in your head to drive away all the pain, I would. I would do any-”

“I love you” Klaus breathed. You froze. Holy shit.

Noticing your sudden change, Klaus cleared his throat nervously, “…I know this is crazy. I can understand if y-Oh!”

Impatience got the best of you as you interrupted him with a tight embrace, to which he returned in kind a few seconds later.

“I never…” you said, as you looked into his green orbs, “…I never wanted to hear that from anyone else ….but you” you brushed your nose with against his, “I love you Klaus” you said softly, smiling before kissing him with happiness you could shout from the rooftops.

Straddling him, you held each other gently yet tightly , both chuckling into your kisses. The kisses which were filled with passion you could finally explore with liberty, the kisses with no regrets, the kisses that held nothing back, the kisses that were clear as day, finally all sobered up.

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future plans | a continuation of the Coffee Shop Meet-Cute ‘verse

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Dean’s alarm startles them awake, prompting Castiel to whine and roll into his side, hiding his face against Dean’s neck. “Nuh uh.”

Dean laughs softly, brushing his fingers through the man’s hair. “Yeah, I know, I don’t wanna either. But you’ve got lectures and I have to, ya know, run a business.”

Castiel hums as he slides his arm over Dean’s middle, sighing. “I hate it when you’re right. It’s your turn to make breakfast.”

Dean snorts, rubbing his eyes. “I’m pretty sure it’s your turn, but I’ll be nice and make it anyway. What do you want?”

Castiel smiles sheepishly at him, kissing his cheek before sitting up. “Scrambled eggs please. Thank you. Love you.”

Dean chuckles, ruffling Cas’s hair gently. “Yeah, love you too. Go shower.”

While his boyfriend of nearly a year and a half showers, Dean pads quietly to their kitchen and sets about making breakfast. He puts together a pot of coffee before grabbing the eggs from the fridge. He makes a big plate of scrambled eggs for both of them, tapping his thumb on the counter before nodding to himself and frying up some bacon as well. Cas comes downstairs just as he finishes frying the bacon, so he hands his boyfriend a mug and motions for him to get himself coffee. Dean sets the plate of bacon on the table, pouring himself a mug of coffee before sitting across the table from Cas. They settle into their morning routine: Castiel reads the news on his phone since, as a political science professor, he needs to stay current, and Dean browses his social media and (a more recent habit) checks his fairly new Winchester Restores email. Dean showers and gets dressed while Cas cleans up breakfast, and they both head to work.

Their life is finally working out. Castiel had been granted tenure just before the start of the spring term, and Dean had finally been able to open his own restoration shop, after saving for it for three years. Cas’s hours had been reduced, since he wasn’t required to teach as many classes as a tenured professor, and Dean essentially makes his own hours, since he’s his own boss and only works on restorations, rather than working in a garage with customers every day. Not to mention, his business was already doing well for a brand new one. It helped that there were no other restoration garages nearby, though Dean likes to think it’s his skill as a restoration artist that attracts people. Today, though, today he’s heading into town rather than to his garage. They’ve been together for a year and a half, and he knows from previous conversations that Cas is interested in getting married at some point, so why not now? Their lives are finally good, their relationship has never been stronger, and if he’s being honest with himself, he’s more than ready to make the commitment to having Castiel in his life for the extent of it.

So here he is, heading to a jewelry store. He knows Cas is in class until two thirty, so there’s no risk of him being caught. He pulls the door of the jewelry store open, glancing around and shrinking slightly when he sees a few pairs of eyes looking him over. He probably should’ve dressed a bit nicer for this, but he’s headed to the garage after he finds a ring, so it doesn’t exactly make sense to wear nice clothes if he’s just going to get them dirty. He shakes off the overwhelming feeling of not belonging, stepping up to the counter.

Apparently today is his lucky day, because he gets a girl around his age to help him, and she doesn’t automatically look at him like he’s trash. He knows Cas’s ring size, through a very awkward conversation with Cas’s mother, and he can take a guess at what kind of ring he’d like. Still, though, it takes him three hours to find the perfect one. They don’t have it in stock in Cas’s size, so he agrees to come back on Wednesday to pick it up. He leaves the shop satisfied and heads to his garage to get some work done.

He gets a call on Wednesday telling him that Cas’s ring has arrived, so he picks it up on his lunch break and hides it in the Impala’s glove box behind a few of his old tapes. From there it’s just a waiting game. A fancy dinner isn’t really their thing, so he rules that option out from the beginning. He thinks about going back to the coffee shop they met at, but he’s still a little embarrassed by how they met, so he rules that one out too. Eventually, he settles on just asking whenever the time feels right.

He realizes two weeks later that he really, really didn’t think this through. He has to carry the ring box everywhere, just in case the opportunity presents itself, and he’s more than a little paranoid that Cas will realize that it’s a ring box in his pocket and have the whole surprise ruined for him. He doesn’t have to wait much longer, though, because the opportunity presents itself a week later. They have plans to go out for dinner and drinks with their group of friends, and instead of spending their Saturday doing something productive, they’re snuggled under four different blankets on their couch making their way through their backlog of TV shows. It’s comfortable and warm and despite the fact that they’ve been together for a while, Dean’s heart still jumps when Cas turns to look at him and press a kiss to his cheek. The thought’s barely registered in his mind before he’s extricating himself from the blankets and dropping a kiss to Cas’s head on his way upstairs. He grabs the ring box from his nightstand, pausing the show and standing in front of his boyfriend, holding out a hand. Castiel gives him a funny look but takes his hand nonetheless, raising an eyebrow.

“Is everything alright?” He asks, looking Dean over quickly.

Dean smiles and nods, squeezing Cas’s hand gently. “Everything’s great. I know we have to go out later, but, um… now just feels like the right time, I guess?” Castiel looks confused, and he can’t say he blames the man, cause even he isn’t entirely sure how he wants to ask this. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “We’ve been together for a bit and everything’s been so amazing and-”

“Oh god, you’re breaking up with me.” Castiel cuts him off, pulling his hand away with a horrified look on his face. Dean blinks at him, dumbfounded.

“What? Why would you think I was breaking up with you, Cas?”

Castiel squints at him, his head tipping to the side. “You’re not?”

Dean laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, man, of course not. Why would I do that?”

Castiel shrugs, and Dean can see the blush creeping onto his cheeks. He chuckles, taking Cas’s hand again and pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. Castiel’s chews his lip for a moment before speaking again. “Then what…?”

Dean smiles gently, keeping Cas’s hand in his as he drops to one knee, flicking the ring box open. “The opposite, actually. I know, in the grand scheme of things, we haven’t known each other that long, but I love you and, if you’ll have me, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Castiel stares at him, and Dean can feel his excitement dwindling with each second he doesn’t get an answer. “You… you want to marry me? Why? I’m horrendously messy, I always make you make breakfast, I get way too heated about politics, and I’m pretty sure your mom hates me-”

Dean cuts him off with a snort, rubbing his own face as the relief settles over him. “Dude, no she doesn’t. Every time I call her she asks me when one of us is gonna propose. She practically begged me to marry you the first time she met you.”

Cas’s eyes meet his, and he can see genuine surprise in them. “She… she did?”

Dean chuckles and nods. “Yeah, she did. Seriously, Cas, she loves you. I promise. And all that other stuff? You’re really not that messy, and I like making breakfast for you. It makes you smile, and you know I like to cook anyway. And honestly, watching you get heated about something you care about is kinda hot.”

The blush on Cas’s cheeks darkens, but he can see the small smile tugging at the man’s mouth. “Yes.” He says simply, grinning and wiggling his fingers at Dean. Dean laughs, pulling the ring from its pillow and sliding it on Cas’s finger gently. Castiel hums happily, brushing his thumb over it. “Perfect fit.”

Dean smiles and shrugs. “I may have called your mother.”

Castiel’s eyebrows raise in surprise, flicking up to look at Dean once again. “You called my mother? You’re terrified of my mother.”

Dean shrugs, though apparently now it’s his turn to blush. Cas gently tilts his head up with a single finger under his chin, a shy smile on his face. Dean smiles back, surging forward and capturing Castiel’s lips in a gentle kiss. “I love you.”

Castiel grins, nudging Dean’s side with his elbow. “Love you too. Would you wear a ring?”

Dean smiles softly, shifting to sit back on the couch. “Yeah, I would. Why?”

Castiel chuckles, leaning away from him and rifling through the drawer in the end table before leaning back over and holding out a ring box. “Because I’ve been meaning to ask you the same thing.” Dean grins and lets him slide the ring on his finger.

They make it to dinner half an hour late, but they’re quickly forgiven when Charlie spots their rings. They’ve already called both sets of parents, so they spend the night celebrating with their friends. They make it home shortly before two in the morning, all soft touches and warm smiles. Dean honestly can’t say he’s ever been happier.

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A Throne Fit For a King (Part 2)

Part 1

A little more fluff in this part than smut, but we’ll get back to the action next chapter. I honestly didn’t expect this fic to be so long. But it’s fun! And such a contrast to In His Shoes. I’m having a grand ole time writing this for @thatkanragirl

               “Prompto’s not answering my messages,” Noctis sighed, leaning against the wall of the elevator as they headed up to his apartment. “Still.”

               Ignis peeked at the man’s phone. “Perhaps he found something to occupy his time and hasn’t noticed?” he suggested.

               Raising a brow, Noctis gave Ignis a sideways glance. “This is Prompto we’re talking about. He never misses a text. I’ve seen him answer messages in the middle of an exam.”

               “There’s a first for everything, Highness.”

               Fishing his keeps from his pocket, Noctis wrinkled up his nose. “I’m getting kinda worried.”

               “If he doesn’t reply by dinner, I’ll go fetch him.”

               Noctis snagged Ignis’ sleeve, then stretched to kiss his cheek. “Thanks.”

               “Of course.”

               Letting them into the apartment, Noctis paused as an odd sound reached his ears. “What the hell is that?”

               Ignis noticed Prompto’s shoes and raised a brow. “I don’t think it’s a threat, but we ought to investigate.”

               “No kidding.” Kicking off his shoes, Noctis moved into the apartment. Head tilted, he listened to the weird sound. “It’s coming from the bedroom.”

               Ignis almost rolled his eyes as he followed behind the prince.

               “Does it sound like buzzing to you?” Noctis asked, glancing over his shoulder at Ignis. The closer they got to the bedroom, the louder the sound became. Moans and whimpers joined the buzzing noise.

               Licking his lips and swallowing thickly, Ignis had to resist the urge to push past Noctis and shove the bedroom door open. He waited what seemed like an eternity for the prince to do it himself. When the door opened, the sounds became clear, as did the cause.

               On the floor at the foot of the bed, Prompto straddled the device he had shown Ignis last week. He clutched the bedding, his back arched, and lust-fogged eyes staring blindly at his white knuckles. Drool dribbled from his open mouth and sweat dampened the hair at his temples. A constant stream of moans poured from his lips while precum dripped from the darkened head of his cock.

               “Holy shit,” Noctis breathed, taking a few steps toward Prompto.

               The man heard his voice and turned his head. Prompto’s cheeks were flushed dark red, his eyebrows knit together and his purple-blue eyes glittering with moisture. Come stains splattered his black Ebony shirt. Releasing the bedding, he turned, twisting toward Noctis. Holding out his quaking arms, he made a childish grabby motion at the man.

               There was no way Noctis could ever resist Prompto like this. He approached the blond, watching as wet, trembling fingers twisted in the cloth of his tee-shirt. Prompto yanked on his shirt, tugging him down to his height. Noctis gave in, bending at the waist and putting his hands over the other man’s. Staring into dark eyes, Prompto moved his hands up to link behind Noctis’ neck. He jerked the man forward and crashed their lips together in a sloppy kiss. Their tongues clashed together, passionate and clumsy in desperation.

               Ignis watched the men, his heart thumping hard. Prompto’s cock twitched and bobbed, a string of fluid connecting him to the body of the machine. His thighs, solid with tension, dripped with sweat and struggled to hold his weight as he erratically rocked his hips on the intensely vibrating attachment deep inside his body.  As he kissed Noctis, his entire body stiffened, and he came, the sticky white fluid arching upward and splattering down on the machine and the floor. Prompto’s moans turned to whimpers and Ignis stepped forward to turn off the device before they all got swept away in this madness.

               “I don’t recall this being part of the plan, Prompto,” Ignis commented, trying and failing to sound stern. “Noct, get him off there and onto the bed. He could use a rest before this goes anywhere else.”

               Licking his lips, Noctis nodded. “Can you stand?”

               Prompto weakly shook his head.

               “Gods, how long have you been on this thing?” Noctis asked, wrapping his arms around Prompto’s waist. Slowly, and with little help, he eased the man off the machine. He looked up to ask Ignis for help in getting Prompto to the bed, but the man had disappeared from the room. Sighing to himself, Noctis hefted the limp-limbed blond onto the bed, collapsing next to him.

               “Anyone wanna tell me what’s going on?” Noctis called, looking across a dozing Prompto to the en-suite bathroom.

               Ignis emerged with a washcloth in hand, a slight crease to his brow. “Prompto and I were planning on surprising you,” he replied, sitting next to Prompto. Leaning over the blond, he wiped the dried drool from his cheeks and chin before moving to clean his abdomen.

               “I’m surprised,” Noctis drawled, eyes flicking toward the machine.

               Shaking his head, Ignis gently removed Prompto’s socks. “He wasn’t supposed to be using it. This was meant for you.”

               Noctis’ eyebrows slid upward, disappearing behind his bangs. “For me?” he asked slowly, trying to remove Prompto’s stained shirt.

               “It’s meant as a present, a congratulations on getting your job. Also, a new way for you to relax with us.”

               “Seriously? You want me to get on that thing? Look at the mess it made of Prompto.” Noctis pet the man’s hair, pushing it off his forehead.

               “He had it turned up rather high,” Ignis replied, pursing his lips as he got up again.

               “Rather,” Noctis grumbled mockingly. Shaking his head, he watched Ignis vanish back into the bathroom before finally shedding his jacket and sweater. Kicking his socks and pants off as well, he stretched out on the bed next to Prompto.

               “If you’re going to nap with him while I fix dinner, at least get him up to the pillows and under the blanket,” Ignis scolded when he returned. Clicking his tongue at the prince, he moved to the foot of the bed and unplugged the device.

               “Yeah, yeah. So, uh, what even is that thing?” Getting to his knees on the mattress, Noctis pulled back the covers on one side of the bed.

               “I believe Prompto called it a Sybian. He found videos online and showed me. We both decided we could all benefit from one,” Ignis answered, unclipping the slick dildo from the base. The whole thing would require a wipe down before the next use.

               “Remind me,” Noct grunted, “to monitor his internet porn consumption.” Tugging Prompto’s prone form to the head of the bed, Noctis struggled to get him under the blanket.

               Ignis chuckled, taking the messy attachment into the bathroom.

               Slipping under the covers next to Prompto, Noctis pulled the man against his chest. A content murmur bubbled in Noct’s throat as he nuzzled Prompto’s hair. His eyes drifted shut as he listened to his companion’s peaceful breathing. He was warm and comfortable, and a nap sounded like the greatest thing in the world right now.

               When Ignis returned from the bathroom once again, he paused next to the bed. Once again, these two young men were fast asleep in one another’s arms while he was left to clean up and cook dinner. He didn’t mind, exactly; it was cute seeing them rest together. They had a talent for making the oddest positions appear comfortable. Though on occasion, he wished he had Noctis’ mentality of forgetting the world and sleeping the day away. Then again, on the rare days he was able to join the pair, he often laid awake, listening to their breathing and watching their eyelids flutter. That wasn’t bad, either. Far from it, actually. He greatly enjoyed those times as well, but when there were things to get done, he’d rather do them now instead of putting tasks off. It saved him time in the long-run, giving him more time to spend with the two loves of his life.

               Prompto mumbled his name in his sleep.

               Smiling at the teenagers, Ignis went about his tidying as quietly as possible as not to disturb them.

***

               When Noctis woke a little over an hour later, the alluring scent of frying meat filled his nostrils. He stretched, groaned, and rolled onto his side. The sheets beside him were cold. Cracking his eyes open, he noticed a Prompto-sized lump on the very edge of the mattress and bit back a laugh. The man was on his stomach, blanket pulled all the way up to his neck, and a pillow over his head. Only his fingers were visible, as they were holding onto the pillowcase.

               “Prompto? You feeling okay?” Noctis asked gently, reaching across the bed to graze his fingers over Prompto’s.

               “No,” he mumbled, the word muffled.

               “Wanna come back over here?”

               “No,” he answered again.

               Sighing, Noctis slipped his hand under the blanket and brushed his fingertips over Prompto’s skin. “You don’t need to be embarrassed,” he coaxed, shuffling a little closer to the man.

               Prompto’s fingers tightened in the pillowcase. “Yeah, I do!”

               “No, you don’t,” Noctis assured him. “Know why?”

               The other man shook his head beneath the pillow.

               “Because you looked so good, I almost came in my pants when I saw you,” Noctis admitted, heat rising in his cheeks.

               “I ruined the surprise,” Prompto mumbled.

               “No way. Seeing you demonstrate made a way better surprise than if you just showed the thing to me. How long were you on it? Looked like you already came a couple times before we found you.”

               “Couldn’t have been more’n an hour,” Prompto grumbled, finally pulling the pillow off his head.

               Noctis’ eyes grew wide, impressed. “Wow.”

               “I came three times in an hour. I didn’t touch myself at all.” Turning his face toward Noctis, Prompto’s cheeks were dark red.

               Noctis whistled. “You’re more resilient than me, then. I’d still be unconscious,” he laughed.

               “I can barely lift my head.”

               “No doubt. Oh!” Moving faster than he ever had fresh from a nap, Noctis scrambled out of bed. “I have something that’ll make you feel better.”

               With heavy eyelids, Prompto watched Noctis untangle himself from the sheets. He hopped on one foot, the other twisted up in the bedding behind him. No one else but he and Iggy got to see Noctis so clumsy and dorky. Prompto reveled in it.

               When Noctis freed himself, he crossed the room to his closet and threw open the door to rummage around inside. When he found what he searched for, he turned toward Prompto with a sly smile.

               “What’s that?” Prompto asked, eyeing the vial in Noctis’ hand.

               “A potion,” Noctis answered, turning it over in his hands. He held it up to show off the stripped, inverted teardrop-shaped bottle. “I stole it from Nyx.”

               Prompto quirked a brow. “When—how—did you do that?”

               “Training with the Glaives,” Noctis answered, crawling back onto the bed. “He and Libertus were working on warping and I saw it sticking out of his coat pocket. Dunno why, but I took it. I don’t have access to this stuff yet.” Shrugging, Noctis folded his legs beneath him and pulled the blanket away from Prompto’s body.

               “Will it do anything?” Prompto asked, goosebumps peppering his skin as it met the air.

               Noctis shrugged. “I’ve seen them heal really nasty wounds.”

               “Let’s give it a try, then.”

               Noctis held the potion out over Prompto’s lower back and crushed it like he had seen others do. Blue-green sparks glittered over Prompto and absorbed into his skin. They waited a few seconds for the magic to disperse. “How’s that feel?”

               Taking a deep breath, Prompto shifted his hips and flexed his muscles a few times. “Good, actually. Like, perfect.”

               “Awesome, because I still wanna play.” Getting up on his knees, Noctis straddled Prompto’s hips.

               Rolling over beneath the man, Prompto rest his hands on Noctis’ thighs. “Can it wait till after dinner? I’m starving.”

               Hanging his head, Noctis sighed, though he was grinning. “’Course. Wouldn’t be fair to Specs if we started without him, anyway.”

               “I’m gonna need to borrow a shirt.”

               Noctis’ eyes twinkled mischievously. “I have just the thing.”

               “Should I be worried? I feel I should be worried.”

               Laughing, Noctis bent over and pressed a kiss to Prompto’s lips. “C’mon. Let’s give Specs a surprise of our own.”

[naughty-teddy-innit]

Flutters: A losing your virginity to Ed Request {MATURE}

Title:      Flutters: A Losing Your Virginity Oneshot (REQUEST)

Author: @naughty-teddy-innit​

Rating:  NC-17/MATURE/NSFW (Fluffy AND Smutty!)

Authors Note: This was my first ever request, and I think, my favourite thing I’ve ever written. So many feels. Hope you guys like it. Xoxo.

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FLUTTERS

“Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up, it’s bobsled time!  COOL RUNNINGS!”

You cannot help but crack up at the childish enthusiasm that just spills out of your boyfriend every time his favourite movie comes on.  The way his clear blue eyes crinkle when he smiles and laughs, and the way that he knows EVERY word of this movie and quotes it verbatim? It’s endearing, really, never mind completely adorable.   He takes such pleasure in the simple things.  

It’s a dreary, cloudy day, pissing down freezing rain, and the two of you have decided that PJ’s, blankets, movies and your comfy overstuffed couch are your only goals for the day.  He’s sprawled back, laying kind of sideways against the cushions at one end of the couch, while you’re sprawled against a pillow at the other end, semi facing him, your legs battling for dominancy of the couch.  

You feel a toe poke you in the calf, and you look over to see one invisible eyebrow raised, staring at you with mock indignation. “You laughing at me, woman??” he says with a grin.  “A classic film such as this deserves reverence! Respect!”  

“The movie? Maybe. Your Jamaican accent?” You poke him back with determination.  “Not even!”

His mouth drops and he grabs his chest, feigning betray and horror.  “You cut DEEP! My accents are renowned, I’ll have you know!”  He moves suddenly, swooping over you and pinning you to the cushions with his body, and mercilessly digging his fingers into your ribs, tickling you until you beg for mercy. “EDWARD.  I swear to GOD, ED STOPPP!!”

You’ve got tears streaming down your cheeks as you shriek with laughter, and finally he lets up, pure satisfaction on his face as he lifts his hands in victory.  You take this handy opportunity to spring up and knock him backwards, straddling his hips and finding his sweet, soft belly in order to launch your own counterattack.  His eyes widen as he realizes your intent and his body twists sideways in order to evade your fingertips.  His unbridled, joyful giggles may be the best thing ever in all of life, as far as you’re concerned, you cannot get enough of them, and they are completely uncontrolled right now.  Your fingers find their target and he’s yelping, offering full surrender as your fingers find their target.  

By the end the both of you are gasping for breath, tears in your eyes from laughing.  He’s looking at you, that look that is so tender and so special, the one that’s reserved only for you.  You smile, almost shyly, and bite your lip.  His hand reaches for your face, cupping your chin, and as he pulls himself up to a semi-sitting position, he so softly brushes your lips with his. That familiar butterfly flutters in your belly, and your hands find his beard, fingers running through the soft copper scruff, pulling his face to yours, deepening the kiss. His tongue gently parts your lips, seeking to taste you, and his hand is gently running through your hair.  The pads of his thumb skates along the contour of your cheekbone, your jawline, your neck, tracing every inch of your face. Your hands find their way to his silky fiery-red hair, copper locks always in a disarray, and your fingers wind your way into it, loving the way he hums with contentment as your hands work their magic on his scalp.  

He moans as his mouth covers yours, deepening the kiss again, and suddenly, you can feel HIM, pressing against your thigh, as he holds you close.  You blush as he shifts, feeling it against you, and feeling you stutter, he pulls back just a bit.

You love Ed.  Intensely, deeply, and with no hesitation.  There were some things though that you hadn’t yet shared.  20 years old, you had grown up in loving, supportive household, but also a traditional one.  You had grown up with plenty of love and affection, in a very hands-on household, with very traditional values. Sex was not something you had ever taken lightly. Growing up, you were taught that sex was something to be valued and cherished, a gift to be given to the right man, in love and trust.  Not some token to be spent whenever with whoever. You had always taken that to heart, wanting to save such a special experience for the right person.  Up until your relationship with Ed, your love life had consisted of a string of cheaters and fuck boys, so there had never really been any temptation. Marriage-Only wasn’t necessarily something you were committed to, but being sure of the right person was.  

You and Ed had been together for just under 6 months, meeting at an industry event.  You worked as an event co-coordinator for a major company in your city, and your boss had introduced you that night.  You had been so charmed right off the bat, he was just as sweet, humble, kind and funny behind the scenes as his he was in front of the camera and on stage.  You’d talked for several hours that first weekend, and nothing had shocked you more when he continued to text you, and your relationship had bloomed.  The distance thing wasn’t always easy, but he made every second spent apart completely worth it.  Ed wasn’t one for grand, extravagant gestures, he tended to keep it simple, but so pure. So thoughtful.  Little things.  He knew exactly how you liked your coffee, and when you needed that pick-me-up the most, and would have it waiting for you without a word.  After a shit day, he knew your sweet tooth would make chocolate a MUST, and your favourite candy bar would be waiting for you in the fridge (Because Reese Peanut Butter Cups MUST be eaten cold) when you got home.  You were weirdly OCD about waking up to a clean kitchen, and he would, without a word, do the dishes and wipe the countertops after dinner while you dozed on the couch.  He knew the correct laundry detergent and which pants not to throw in the dryer, how to brush you hair after a shower, and that Jimmy Fallon or Ricky Gervais were the best way to make you laugh.   He knew which toilet paper to buy, the exact red wine that capped off your Friday evenings, and not to EVER play Justin Beiber in your house. He even put the seat down from DAY ONE. Until him you had no idea this kind of man even actually existed.    

He was kind and thoughtful and cuddly and sweet and funny and gentle and sexy…really you could go on and on.  He was a touch-feely kinda dude, loved to wrap himself around you from behind, play with your hair, and cuddle up for days.  You LOVED that, he had a way of making you feel so loved and important and valued. It wasn’t something you were really used to.  And making out with Ed?  It was delicious…his lips, they were so soft, so full, and the way they felt on your skin…The way he’d cup your face, the way his hands would leave trails of lightning over every bit of skin they touched.  It wasn’t as though he’d never touched you, his permanently calloused fingertips had the ability to light fires under your skin, and those moments when his hands were cupping and kneading your breasts, flicking your nipples, gently stroking your thighs or squeezing your ass cheeks…they’d almost swayed you a few times.  He knew your feelings concerning sex, and never once, in the entire time you two had known each other, had he EVER pushed you or your boundaries.  He knew without question that it was your decision, and that when the time was right, well…it’d be right.  You hadn’t gone far beyond making out, mainly because in your mind, it felt as though it wasn’t fair to Ed, and you knew it would likely sway you to other things.  You wanted to be sure before travelling down that path, and torturing the poor boy didn’t much seem very nice either.  It was pretty obvious a few times that he was decidedly less than comfortable when you’d pulled back before things went too far, but his only reaction ever was to breathe deep, adjust himself and pull you close for a cuddle.  Never once had he made you feel guilty about your choices, and to you, it made him perfect.

Pulling yourself out of your thoughts, you see his cheeks dimple as he pulls back, noticing your blush.  “I love that color in your cheeks, love…” he says with a grin. “Soz if he made you uncomfortable…I keep telling him to behave, doesn’t always work though.”  He sits you both up, tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses you gently, while attempting to rearrange himself into a less…confining…position.  

“Not trying to make “him” uncomfortable…” you laugh, still blushing. “It’s not like you don’t illicit the same reaction, sir.”

“You’re so beautiful”, he says softly, gazing at you with an intensity that takes your breath away. “And sexy. And you can cook. And you’re funny. And smart as shit. And you always SMELL amazing.” He pauses and scrunches his face up in that way that is so freaking adorable.  “How do women do that??”

Inwardly your insides are a melted, messy pool of feels, but you’ve never been one to gush or wear your heart on your sleeve.  “Multitasking is our “thing…” you drawl with a straight face. “Being that men can’t even pee and aim at the same time, we’ve got that particular area sewn up, I think.” You crack a grin and giggle at the truly affronted look on his face at the pee-and-aim statement and you drop a quick kiss on his nose before you scramble off him, knowing you might be in trouble for that one.

“I always put the seat down!” he says quite indignantly, chasing after you into the kitchen. “I’ve been trained well! It’s not our fault that the male anatomy acts like a fire hose sometimes…”

“EW.  That’s a lovely image, Teddy, thanks for that.” You’re cracking up at the imagery that description has put in your head, but you’re beginning to think he needs to NOT be using your bathroom any longer, if that’s what’s happening. Jeez.

He catches up to you and lifts you up on the counter, hands flat against the underside of your bum, and softly places butterfly kisses all the way up your jawline to your ear, where he stops and nibbles just for a moment.  Oh my…the tingles and flutters and lightning strikes taking over your body….it’s amazing what he makes you feel with the slightest touch.

He leaves a soft, slow, lingering kiss on your lips, and then pulls back, a content expression on his face, as takes a deep breath.  “The things you do to me, woman” he chuckles softly.  

“You’re not so bad yourself, Teddy…” you whisper, gently brushing the silky copper curls from his forehead.  Your foreheads touch, and he gently rubs his nose against yours, once, and then again.  

The first time he’d uttered the words “I love you” it had turned your world upside down, in the very BEST way.  He’d flown in to spend a night with you, a much needed visit, and being jetlagged and exhausted, he’d pretty much collapsed on you and your couch when he’d arrived.  Knowing all he’d have had to eat was airplane food, you’d made sure to have his very favourite pizza in the world waiting for him when he arrived, and after he’d fairly GORGED himself on the Calabrese deliciousness, he’d dragged you to the couch, and pulled you into the Little Spoon position and buried his face in your hair.  You pulled your favourite blanket over the both of you, so content to just be encircled in his arms, and just when you thought he was asleep, you heard soft words muttered in your ear.  “God, I love you…Never go away from me…”  Your stomach had dissolved into butterflies and you heart had nearly exploded.  It was the first time anyone had ever said those words without wanting something in return, the first time those words had ever meant anything to you.  By the time those words had registered, the boy had completely conked out, and didn’t hear you say them right back.  It was the first time that you’d ever believed in those words enough to use them, and there was no doubt how deeply you believed them. Since that night, those words had been uttered many times, but the habit you two had developed, the “thing” that said I love you without words, was the Eskimo kiss.  It was such a tender, gentle, loving gesture, and one that always spoke volumes when there were no words.  

He kisses your cheek, and turns around, stretching his arms out, and surveys the state of the kitchen. There are pizza boxes still stacked up the counter leftover from lunch, and your plates are in the sink.  You hop down from the counter and head for the sink while Ed grabs up the pizza boxes and takes them out to the trash.  Kitchen clean, you turn around and see your favourite Ginger pawing through your fridge.  

“Is there EVER a time you’re not hungry?” you ask him, laughing.  “Practically a whole pizza at lunch wasn’t enough?”

“I’m a growing boy!” he protests, “Without enough food, I’d waste away, innit??”

He slams the door of the fridge, and grabs his hoodie from the chair, sliding it over his head. “We need oreos, I reckon!” he says with authority.  “Double stuf, if possible.  Gonna run to the store, love, a snack run is in the offing!  Want anything?”

“All I need is right in front of me.”  You smile softly and drop a kiss on his forehead. “Go ahead, I’ll find us a movie for when you get back.”

His hand brushes my cheek, and I feel his nose brush mine.  “Dunno how I got so lucky…?” he mumbles, a content smile spreading across his face. You grin and push him towards the door, knowing the faster he goes, the faster he’ll be back.

Once the door shuts behind him, you let your fingers wander to your mouth, unconsciously tracing where his lips have left their mark. You loved him. So much.  And suddenly, as clear as day, you knew how you wanted to spend the rest of this dreary afternoon.  You’d never felt so loved before, so cherished.  The desire to share yourself, all of yourself, with this man you loved so deeply, had been building for some time, and you were ready. Scared slightly shitless, perhaps, but there was no one you wanted to share this experience with more.  

The thrill of anticipation zinged in your bloodstream, and you decided you had better do some inventory before Ed got back. Taking the stairs 2 at a time you ran upstairs, locking yourself in the bathroom.  Luckily, you’d thoroughly showered that morning, including all necessary manner of shaving and exfoliation.  You didn’t quite know what to do with yourself, the nerves you felt were literally causing your hands to shake.  You decided fresh breath was a priority, and scrubbed your teeth within an inch of your life, and then dug through the bathroom cabinet till you found your hairbrush, and pulling the elastic from your hair and releasing the topknot, you brushed your long hair till it fell in loose waves over your shoulders.  You pulled your ratty old PJ shirt over your head, and with a deep exhale, you examined yourself in the mirror.  You were certainly on the curvier side, you’d inherited your mama’s birthing hips, but you’d always kind of liked your hourglass figure.  There were actually times you’d thought to yourself that smaller tits would be a blessing, but oh well.  All in all, there were some areas of your body you wish were a little more toned, a little flatter, but Ed was always one to tell you how much he loved every inch of you, and loved the fact that you could EAT.  You knew he’d appreciate every inch of you no matter what.  The thought of that “appreciation” sent a shiver of anticipation and nerves up your spine, and with a little skip in your step you hurry off to the bedroom.

You’re now faced with figuring out what you should (or shouldn’t?) wear.  You try on a sexy lace bra and thong, but TOO sexy, too obvious.  Just take it all off and lay there??  No chance, you were WAY too nervous to put yourself out there like that.  Finally, you settle on a pair of teeny, turquoise soft boy shorts that showed off your legs (minus your panties), and a stretchy, sexy lace cami with spaghetti straps that showed off your cleavage and midriff.  You’re awkwardly trying to decide how to position yourself on the bed when something VITALLY important crosses your mind, and you hop back up.  You hadn’t exactly planned this in advance, and so you weren’t currently on the Pill or the shot, and there was NO chance this experience was happening without being safe.  Ed had always been honest about his history, he’s by no means a virgin, but no manwhore either.  He also had always been strict about being safe, and not taking risks, which was reassuring.  You notice his backpack in the corner of the room, and you figure it’s worth a quick check. SURE ENOUGH, in the bottom of the side pocket, there’s a packet of condoms. The Sheeran motto apparently was “Always Be Prepared”.  You shake your head, laughing nervously, and thank the Gods that that small box was unopened, or he’d have some QUESTIONS to answer.

You grab the box and toss them in your nightstand drawer, and as you begin to contemplate what to do with yourself next, you hear the door slam down downstairs. The sound of the door alone has your heartrate revving like an engine, and the hairs on your arm and neck prickle.  You KNOW you want this, you KNOW you’re ready…it’s expressing that to him.

“Love??” you hear that cheery, sexy, British accent echo from downstairs, and you quickly smooth your hair down one last time, and lay on the bed, tummy down, facing the door.  

“Upstairs, babe!” you call out, in a tone slightly higher than it probably should be.  Your heart is literally in your throat, and you’re not sure whether to giggle, or hyperventilate, or faint. Maybe all three?

You can hear him coming up the stairs, calling your name like a question, trying to figure out where you are.  “Just in the bedroom!” you call, crossing and uncrossing your legs, shifting your weight to and fro, and trying to figure out where to put your arm.  He pushes the door open and pops his head ‘round the doorjamb, and his face lights up when he sees you.

“…We playing hide ‘n’ seek this afternoon?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye. “Cuz that wasn’t much of a look? Try under the bed next time!”  He come fully into the room and sees you’re laying on the bed, and immediately kicks his sneakers off, and launches himself onto the bed next to you.  He buries his face against the soft curve of your lower back, and nuzzles at the soft skin there.  It feels as though he’s trying to breathe you in, and it’s intoxicating. You can’t help but let out a little sigh of pleasure at the touch of his scratchy cheeks against your skin.  

You slowly turn yourself over and gaze him, taking in his beautiful big blue eyes, his tangle of silky orange curls and the way his perfect lips are curved into that little boy smile.  It’s ridiculous how PRETTY he is, and you just can’t get enough.  You thread your fingers into his beard, and tug him towards you, kissing him softly; his top lip, his bottom lip, and both, trying to put everything you’re feeling into that kiss.

“Mmmmm” he hums contentedly.  “I love your lips. More please.” He pulls you in and presses his lips to yours once more, deepening the kiss, winding his hands into your hair to pull you as close to him as you can, tasting every bit of you. His lips linger, drawing his kisses out to the point where your breath is gone but you don’t care.  He tastes so good, those exquisitely soft, perfectly pink lips the perfect fit to yours, his hands so strong and gentle at the same time.

The length of his body is pressed up against yours, and wrapped up in the intensity of this kiss you’re pushing your body against his, twining your leg with his fuzzy one, and you can feel peaks of electricity in your blood, like your whole body is on edge.  It’s not long before you can feel his reaction, it’s hard against your thigh, and suddenly he’s breaking the kiss and taking a deep breath.  His cheeks are pink, and he speaks before you can utter a word.

“Damn, he’s at it again….Sorry, love, we men need an off-switch apparently.” He laughs nervously and pushes his hands through his hair.  “Did you pick a movie…?  We can-“. You take a deep breath and cut him off before he can get another word out.

“Teddy…” you whisper softly, “I don’t want to watch a movie.”  You brush your fingers through the long strands on his forehead, and gaze up at him, trying to convey your message without words.  You could literally lose yourself in those sea-blue eyes.  He raises an almost non-existent eyebrow and says “Whaddya want to do then? Kind of a crappy afternoon to go anywhere, innit…?”

You stop yourself from giggling, but only just. Why are boys so DENSE sometimes? You take another deep breath, lock eyes with him and cup his cheek.  You kiss him softly, and then trace his lips with your fingertips.  “No…I don’t want to go out either.  I want to stay right here.  With you.”  You take in every last molecule of oxygen you possibly can, steel yourself, and pull yourself to a halfway sitting position.  “I want YOU, Teddy.  All of you.” And you exhale, watching for his reaction, your lip between your teeth.

His eyes widen, suddenly realizing what you’re trying to tell him.  “Babe...I know I got a bit carried away just then, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.  I love you, and you have my word I’m not in a rush…”

He’s looking at you, such tenderness in his eyes, and an uncertainty that’s so endearing you find yourself falling all over again.  Your heart is simply racing, your blood pulsing through your body as you pull yourself upright and gaze into his eyes, wanting so badly to convey what you’d been dying to tell him.  Lacing your fingers with his, you press a soft kiss to his warm fingertips and press both of your intertwined hands to your chest, to your heart that was hammering at the expression on his face, and tried to put everything you were feeling into the shaky words that spilled from your lips.  You wanted, NEEDED, him to know just how much you wanted this with him.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, Teddy. I love you.  So much.  I always knew that the first time I had sex, I didn’t want it to be slam-bam high school thing. I didn’t want to “lose it” just to say I’d done it.  I wanted it to be with someone that wanted to actually make love to me, not just get laid.  I wanted to be sure I was in love and that he was in love with me.  And I am.  You know me better than anyone, and every little thing you do shows me how much you love me.  You’ve never once expected a thing in return, never pressured me, and that makes me want you. It makes me sure that you’re who I’ve been waiting for.”  You take a breath, feeling the warmth in your cheeks and look into his eyes, awaiting his response.

The look on his face…it was something you would tuck away and keep with you for as long as you lived.  There was such love and devotion in his eyes, and when he spoke, you could hear the emotion.  “You’ve no idea just how much I’ve fallen in love with you.  I never wanted to push you for anything, because the thought of pushing you away scares the shit out of me.  Just holding you, it makes me feel like I have the whole world, I don’t need anything else.”  He takes a shaky breath and continues. “I know how long you’ve waited for this…I mean…I- I just want you to be sure.”  He’s looking at you, biting his lip and playing with the edge of his hoodie.

You find that all of a sudden, your nerves have died down, and you know without a single doubt, that you’ve made the right decision.  You want this so badly, and more importantly, you want HIM.  You tip his chin up and catching his gaze, you touch your nose to his, once, and then again.  The biggest smile you’ve ever seen spreads across his whole face.

“We’ll take it slow, I promise…” he whispers, cupping your face.  “If you want me to stop, you’ve just got to say it.”  He gently lowers you back onto the bed, making sure you’ve got a pillow under your head, and slowly, oh so slowly, he lowers his head and begins to place the softest kisses all along your jawline, and your neck, and even your collarbone.  You let your eyes drift shut, enjoying the sensation of his lips and tongue worshipping you, leaving what feels like a trail of fire on every bit of skin he touches. He drops one last kiss at the tops of your breasts and looks up at you, wanting to make sure it was okay to move on. You’re not sure you can even speak coherently anymore, so you arch your chest up and breathe deeply, smiling at him and nodding.  He climbs over top of you, and you part your legs so he can settle in, wanting every part of him to be as close to you as possible.  He shakes his, almost imperceptibly, like he can’t believe this is happening, and lowers himself, supporting his weight with one arm, and he takes a moment just to look into your eyes and gaze at you.  

“I want to make you feel amazing…trust me?” he says softly, looking at you for permission.  

“Without a doubt.” You say softly.  You tangle your fingers in his hair and tilt your face to catch his lips, the need to feel them, to taste them, overwhelming you.  Your tongue gently parts his lips, sliding into his mouth, desperate to taste him.  His tongue tangles with yours, his breathing shallow, and it’s like he CANNOT get enough of you.  It is so sexy.  He breaks away from you, and biting his lip he smiles slow and sexy.  His fingers trail down your cheek, traces your jawline and run down your shoulder and neck.  One hand splays on your bared midriff, and the other catches the hem of your cami, slowly easing it up your body.  You bite your lip, knowing what he wants, and you arch your body so he can pull it off of you.  You lay back against the pillows, and notice that he’s just looking at you, drinking you in. He has the sweetest smile on his face, and when he notices you fidgeting, looking a bit…self-conscious, he shakes his head and tips your head up to meet his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful.  Every single inch of you.  I could just sit here and look at you for hours.  How did I get so goddamn lucky…”

You blush, and he kisses your cheek softly. He moves himself down the bed, and looks at you with a twinkle in his eye, a small grin playing at his features. He begins at your collarbones, and begins leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses, soft lips followed by his sexy tongue, from one side to the other, and then traces a path down between your breasts. He plumps one up with his hand, and your breath stutters as his lips find your nipple.  His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, alternating between gentle tugs and flicks.  While his mouth lavishes one nipple, his other hand is gently squeezing and massaging your other breast.  The sensations coursing through your body have you practically panting, your body writhing as he teases you.  It’s as though there’s an electric wire straight from your breasts right to your groin, what he’s doing feels SO good and you want more, MORE.

“Ed…God…” you moan, arching your body, trying to press your body into him as much as you possibly can. He’s switching between your nipples; sucking, tugging, nibbling, and it’s driving you to madness.  “More?” he asks softly, looking up at you, wanting to be sure.

“Yes….please….” your body is moving of its own accord, needing…what you weren’t sure, but so much more.  He pulls away from your breasts, and begins kissing his way back down your overly sensitive body.  He leaves a trail of kisses under each breast, and slowly, tortuously, makes his way down to your belly button.  His tongue dips into it as his focus shifts downwards, and he leaves feather light kisses from one hip to the other, all the way across.  You know where he’s headed, and your brain can barely comprehend what’s about to happen.  His mouth had never travelled your body this way, and it was leaving points of fire under every bit of skin he touched.  His hand slides under your leg and bends it at the knee, pushing it back gently, and does the same to your other leg, just as softly.  You feel utterly exposed in this position, but you’re so worked up that the thought doesn’t last long.  He lets the pads of his fingers skate up and down your thighs, tracing the length of your calves, even caressing your feet.  “Okay?” he whispers looking at you, and all you can do is nod, your body urging him on.

His lips are on you, his mouth leaving trails down the inside of each thigh, kisses on the insides of your knees.  He switches to your feet, gently lifting them and kissing the arches of your feet and OH god who knew feet were sexy and when he’s finished there he begins kissing his way up your legs, slowly, up one side, then he switches to the other leg, loving every inch of that one, from top to bottom.  You can feel his warm breath on you as he settles himself between your parted legs, and he gently hooks his fingers inside the waistband of your teeny shorts, gently tugging them down your thighs.  You lift your bum so he can pull them off, and he gently tosses them off to the side.  He works his way back up the insides of your legs, leaving butterfly kisses in his wake, tingles and jolts of electricity with every touch.  You feel his teeth skimming the softest part of the inside of your thigh, kissing, nibbling, and tasting every bit of your skin.  He stops, and grasps your thighs gently, pushing them open a bit more so he can have complete access, and suddenly you feel his fingers trace your lips, pushing them open oh so gently.  He very gently kisses the creases where your legs met your centre, and with his tongue, gently paints a stripe from the base of your slit all the way to the top.  Your whole body lifts off the bed as you gasp from the lightning strikes penetrating your belly, you’ve never experienced this kind of sensation, it’s overwhelming and SO GOOD and why in the hell have you waited this long?  

“Feel good, babe?” he murmurs, his face buried in your slit. You manage to lift your head enough to see the look of rapture on his face as he’s tasting you.  “You taste so fucking sweet.  I’ve wanted to do this for so long…”  His tongue is alternating between long, torturous licks and gentle nibbles at your labia.  It’s a storm you can barely weather, but God it is SO GOOD and in between trying to remember to breath, you manage to tell him “MORE.  Oh my…Teddy, please….!” You’re losing control of your body and you’re writhing under his ministrations, just completely out of control.  

“Anything for you, love” he grins, and pushing your lips back, his tongue finds that sweet pink spot.  His tongue swirls around and around it, nudging that sweet little pink button, like a piece of delicious candy, and your hands find his hair, that silky soft tangle of fiery curls, and you thread your hands through it, pressing his face as tightly against you as you can, completely lost to the building sensations in your belly.  You can’t form coherent words, just gasps, moans, guttural sounds that you had no idea could come from you.  His arms, the bright colours of his ink so sexy against the bare expanse of your skin, wrap around your thighs, pressing them to the sides of his head. He’s pulling you closer to him so his face is all but engulfed, the deep, throaty sounds escaping from his throat as he devours you so indescribably sexy.  His tongue is thrashing your clit, back and forth, quick and light, over and over and over, and you can’t comprehend the delicious fiery tightening in your belly, it’s SO GOOD, it feels like climbing the highest mountain and you want so badly to jump off that edge, and like he’s reading your mind, suddenly he switches from flicking and thrashing to sucking that little pink bundle of nerves right into his mouth and your mouth is wide open, there’s no words, your whole body is lifted up and your muscles locked, it’s like thunder crashing and lightning striking and like NOTHING you have ever felt before, your body is trying to jump out of your skin and there’s spots in your vision that don’t make sense but OH PLEASE NEVER STOP and he keeps sucking and tugging, helping you ride out this incredible explosion, your hands still in hair, keeping him exactly where you need him to be. Your body is STRAIGHT up off that bed, arching into his mouth, “TEDDY…” you gasp, as you fly off that cliff, riding out the most intense sensations you have EVER experienced in your life.  Finally the sensations begins to ebb away, your body sags back against the bed and you look down at the face between your legs, with a sated, disbelieving smile on your face.

He kisses your thighs one last time, and lifts himself up.  He crawls up the bed and gently nestles himself on top of you, catching your lips in a kiss, and stroking your hair, your cheek.  “That was so fucking sexy…” he murmurs.  “Incredible watching you, listening to you come undone….was it what you hoped for?”  

You pick your head up off the pillow, and gaze at him, trying to figure out how to put what just happened into words.  “That was…Teddy…that was incredible.  It was…I don’t even.  Holy shit.”  Your head flops back on the pillow, and he cracks a little boy grin at your words and dips his face to catch your lips for a kiss.  

Your ability to breathe is only just returning to normal, and as you lay sprawled beneath him, all you can think is how you love him so much right at this moment.  You bite your lip, and look at him, knowing what you’d like to do next. You kiss him softly, once, twice and run your fingers down his cheek.  You pull yourself up to a sitting position, and looking him in the eye, you hook you fingers under the edge of his hoodie and begin to drag it up his body.  He grins, and lifts his arms to help you get it off.  His shirt follows, and you awkwardly fumble with his belt buckle, trying to undo it. You manage to unbuckle it, and carefully unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down.  He’s watching you, letting you take the lead.  You pause, wondering how to go about getting his pants down without looking like you have NO idea what you’re doing.  You can see him smiling at you, laughter in his eyes, and he lifts his hips without a word, helping you to peel his jeans off his legs. Once those are out of the way, he pulls you back down on the bed, and finds your lips.  His lips, so soft, so full, they taste so good.  Long, lingering kisses, deep kisses that you could feel down to the tips of your toes.  Kisses full of promise and passion and tenderness.  

Your let your hand fall to his hip, your fingers playing with the edge of his boxer briefs.  His hands have found your ass, cupping and kneading, squeezing, as he continues to bruise your mouth with kisses, tasting you with his tongue.  Your legs are intertwined, and you’re beginning to feel his reaction against your hip.

Your fingers slide under the waistband of his boxers, wanting to explore what was waiting for you.  His hips stutter as he realizes what you’re doing, and he pulls back to look you in the eye.  “Only if you’re sure, Love”, he whispers.  

“Mmm, I’m sure…” you whisper, a smile tugging at your lips.  “Just…tell me if I’m doing it right?”

“Trust me Babe…there’s VERY little you could do wrong right about now” he chuckles.  

He shimmies his boxers down and you pull them off and WHOA.  Wow. Not like you didn’t know what a penis looked like…but, um. It was BIG.  How was that supposed to-?  Never mind. You’d get there.  Right now….you run your fingertips up his thigh, sifting the fuzzy hairs there between your fingers, enjoying the shiver you can feel run through his body.  You let your fingers walk to that soft crease where his thigh meets his groin, and then tentatively, you gently let your fingers wrap around his length, and give him one long stroke, letting your fist stop at the head.  Wow….so hot to the touch, but smooth.  Like silk.  A low throaty moan escapes Ed’s throat as his head falls back, enjoying the touch of your hand.  

You gently let your hand continue to glide along the length of his penis, from the base to the tip, and judging by the quick, raspy breaths falling from Ed’s mouth, you’re doing something right.  You LOVE the effect your touch is having on him, and on the next stroke, you gently tighten your fist, tugging the head and the hiss that escapes his lips is so satisfying.

“Jesus baby….” He just manages to get out. ”You’re gonna be my undoing….”

He slides his fingers into your hair, pulling you close so he can kiss you.  Not so tender this time, it’s fierce and passionate, the lust he’s feeling spilling out of him into you.  You’re moving your hand more quickly, and you can feel his length thickening and growing as you stroke him.  It’s a heady, powerful feeling that his body is reacting this way because of you. Between strokes and tugs, you gently cup his balls, and watch him carefully, afraid of squeezing too tight.  “Shit…babe…like that”, he hisses, and you happily pick up the pace, loving the sound of his voice, the way his eyes are squeezed shut, the way his leg is tensed as he braces his body.  His hips stutter, and your eyes widen as you notice a bead of fluid roll out of the slit in the tip of his penis, as you’re pumping and stroking.  You’re surprised at his how sexy, how pretty, it is. Framed by the same soft, orange strands that adorn the rest of his body, the plush, pink head, the silky soft shaft…it was incredible.  You loved how rock hard he was, that you were the one that make it that way.  The foreskin was stretched back now, and the breathy sounds coming from his lips are coming fast and you can tell he’s fast losing control.  He sucks in a breath and his hand is suddenly on yours, clumsily pulling it away.

“Fucking hell… feels so good,” he gasps, “but…stop. …I don’t want to finish like this, not like this.”  His mouth is yours, his tongue is tasting every bit of you, and his body flush with yours.  He cups your cheek, and staring at you tenderly.  He tilts your face up, and touches his nose to yours.  “…Love you so much, baby.  I want you so damn bad…”  He whispers this, but there is so much intensity to his words, such reverence. It takes your breath away.  You push yourself back against the pillows, and wrap your fingers into the sweaty curls at the base of his neck, pulling him close.  You press your lips to his and lift your hips to his.  “I want you too, Teddy, make love to me.”  You take a deep breath, ready to take the plunge (in more ways than one…) when through the emotions and lust you remember something important.  

You twist your body and your hand finds the knob on the drawer beside your bed, and you fumble in the drawer, your fingers finding the box.  Ed cranes his head, looking at what you’re doing, and then smiles knowingly.  “How’d I never notice you having rubbers in there before??” he says with a teasing grin.

“Because I didn’t!” you look at him with a raised eyebrow and a teasing grin, and then purposefully turn your head and motion to his backpack.  His eyes widen, and his cheeks turn the most ADORABLE shade of pink.  “Um…” he stutters with an adorable innocent boy smile on his face, “Always be prepared??”

“I love that you cared enough to want to be safe, to protect me”, you say, softly kissing his lips.  “That and the fact that you left them in there.” you giggle softly.

“I just figured…I mean, I didn’t want you think I was trying to-“.  You cut him off.  “Teddy…Shut up.  No more words, I’m not upset.  I love you and I want you.  Now.  Please, Teddy…”  You slide your fingers into his beard and tug him close, looking him straight in the eyes. He swallows hard, his breathing suddenly quicker.  “I want you too” he whispers and gently pulls the box from your hand.  He fishes out a foil packet, and as you watch with wide eyes, he quickly tears it open and looks at you, his eyes hooded.  He quickly slides the condom down over his length, and then you feel his soft hand slide under your ass cheek and he tugs you down.  You swallow deeply, your blood tingling and coursing through every part of your body. You shakily exhale; trying to remember to breathe, and let your legs fall open, your heart hammering in your chest. Ed lifts himself up, and crawls up over your body, moving slowly and gazing at you with such love and softness.

“Babe…look at me.”  He can obviously sense your nerves, and he brushes his fingers down your cheek, under your chin and drops a kiss between your breasts.  “I wouldn’t ever hurt you, we’ll take it slow. Promise…”  

He gently grasps your calf and pushes your leg back just a bit, and his lips are on you, lingering and tender and sweet, tugging your upper lip, then your bottom lip, deepening the kiss as he covers his body with yours.  Your leg is hiked up, pinned to his waist, and he’s leaning on his forearm, nestled between your legs.  He carefully lifts himself just a bit, and takes himself in hand, guiding his penis gently to your slit, and allows the head to just slip between your folds.  He makes no move to penetrate, not yet, but just gently slides the head of his dick against your cleft, allowing you to adjust to the sensation, up and down between your lips, allowing the moisture that’s gathered there to lubricate his length so that it glides like silk.  Your eyes close tight and your head falls back, GOD, he’s not in you yet but it feels SO good, so intimate, the anticipation is almost too much.  It feels like your blood is going pulse right out of your body.  

A low moan rumbles from his throat and he lets out a deep breath as feels you begin to surround him.  “You’re so wet, babe….It’s so hot.  You’re so sexy….” He groans as you tilt your hips up, wanting more.

He stops the gliding motion, and gazing into your eyes, he gently pulls your other leg up so their pinned to either side of his waist, and then reaching down between the two of you, he positions himself at your entrance.  He cups your face, and with so much tenderness it nearly undoes you, he touches his nose to yours.

Your heart is so full, you love him SO much, and you want nothing more than to stay with him like this forever.  You gasp as you feel the tip of him gently push against your opening, past your sensitive tissues, and your body jerks as you tense up. He gently strokes your hip and you hear him breathe the words “Relax, Love…I’ve got you”, as he kisses your lips. He only pushes himself in a bit, just the head, slowly, letting you adjust to his size. “…Tell me when…” he whispers, letting his fingers run up your thighs, leaving fiery trails behind them. You respond by tightening your legs around him, and squeezing his bum to press him closer.  He pulls his hips, back and in one slow motion, very gently, he fills you.  

You bite down hard, gasping, oh GOD, you knew it would hurt a bit, but it STINGS. Fuck.  Tears prick at your eyes as your sensitive flesh stretches in a way it hasn’t ever before.  His voice, it’s in your ear again, soft and reassuring. “I love you so much….I promise it will feel so much better. I won’t move till you tell me to.”  His thumbs tenderly wipe away the moisture under your eyes, and he slows his body, and strokes your face.  He stays buried inside you, and concentrates on kissing you until you’ve no breath left in you, and slowly you realize your body is adjusting to his size.  The sting is dying out, but the feeling of being stretched that way, it’s something you must get used to.  He’s not moved, just holding you, caressing you, loving you, and remaining deep inside you while your body adjusts to him.

“Baby…” he half moans, “Let me try-“.  You kiss him and urge him on with your hips, and he slowly lifts his hips and slowly pulls himself part way out, not all the way, and nudges his head through your slick folds, bumping up against your clit, and slowly thrusts back into you, gently, unhurriedly.  Oh, oh not so painful anymore, it…there’s still quite the sting as you stretch to fit him, but it’s wonderful, the feeling of him filling you up, actually being INSIDE you…The thought pops through that it’s happening, you’re actually having SEX. You push aside the urge to giggle and the thought is extinguished as both his hands find your ass, and he pulls his hips back, pulling almost all the way out but not quite and oh, it’s a surprisingly empty feeling, you want him back and your hands run down the length of his back to the rise of his ass and tug him, beckoning him to keep going, heavy breaths, loud breaths, falling from your lips, and he groans at your reaction, setting a slow, languorous pace, your ass in his hands and he continues to thrust in to you, long, gentle strokes, filling you up.  You can feel your walls tightening around him every time he enters you, wanting to keep him inside you.  “You’re so goddamn tight….Jesus!” he grunts as you envelop him at every stroke. “You feel so fucking amazing….you alright baby??” he whispers in your ear.

You manage an “Oh…oh… yes….” And you tighten your legs around him, pressing your feet into his back, urging him on.  One hand slides out from under your ass, and he moves it up to your hair, his fingers tangling in the long strands falling over your shoulders.  His lips are on your neck, leaving a wet trail from your pulse point down to your shoulder and across your collarbones.  His breathing is heavy, uneven, and the hand that’s tangled in your hair and cupping your face is pinning you to the pillows, and his mouth frantically finds yours, kissing you deeply, his tongue everywhere, and not once do his hips stop moving, his body is lifting and pressing into you, over and over and it feel SO good, the feeling of him filling you up, every bit of his soft, warm body pressed against yours.

“More Babe…I need…ohh…” you gasp, trying to find the words but failing.  

“Oh, love….Yes…Fucking hell!” he grunts, lifting himself up off of you a bit, supporting himself with his hands and forearms, switching his strokes from long, languid thrusts where he’s not even pulling all the way out of you, to quicker, rhythmic, more frenetic thrusts, the head almost all the way out before he plunges back in, and you let one leg drop, using your foot to brace yourself against the mattress, allowing yourself to open to him as much as possible.  You’re concentrating on the connection between you, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly, the zings and flutters and sparks that his every movement sends pulsing through your body.  The way he’s still cupping your face, caressing your neck, your shoulder, the rise of your breasts, how he can’t help but be drawn back to your lips, his kisses are so full of desire and lust, yet so tender.  Like a promise with every touch.  It’s so damn intimate. In this moment, with your heart and your body so incredibly full, you know that THIS is why you waited.  

He’s gasping with every movement, every thrust, and he’s trying to keep his eyes open, watching you and wanting to take you in, and holy GOD, the desire and drive in his eyes, how his pupils are blown and the way his mouth is dropping open with every sweet stroke, like he can’t control the sensations, it is sexy beyond words.  Your hands find their way to the back of his head, tangling in those delicious sweaty curls at the back of his neck, kissing him so deeply you could just about devour him.  

“Babe…so close…” he hisses, gritting his teeth and you realize he’s holding back and waiting for you, not wanting to put his needs ahead of yours. You let a hand drift down to rise of his ass cheek, and let the other hand find his jaw, and kiss him deeply, gasping for breath as the sensations race through your body.  You realize that all you want is for him to find that peak, to find his release, because the earth shattering climax he gave you with his tongue, that beautiful mouth, it was enough.  The feeling of him being inside you, being a part of you, him worshipping you like this? It was enough.  You had all the time in the world to explore each other from now on, and right now, this moment was all about him.  

His hips are moving in short, messy thrusts as he chases the sensations that are taking him over.  “Baby it’s okay…” you whisper, staring into his eyes and wanting him to feel as good as he made you feel.  “Let go!” you gasp, as little explosions of pleasure ricochet through your body, it’s insane how amazing he feels, and you pick your hips up and try to match his thrusts, pushing your pelvis against him, grinding against him, wanting every bit of contact you can get.  The hand that’s tangled in your hair tightens, his thumb brushing your ear, and he’s got his forehead pressed to yours as he tries to maintain eye contact. You can feel a bead of sweat roll off his temple, and the sounds escaping his mouth are now completely out of his control.  Low, throaty moans, guttural noises that you had no idea he was capable of, and you want this.  Oh you want this. You hold his face between your hands, and look him in the eyes, a feat, because he can barely keep them open, and kiss him so softly, so tenderly. “I love you….God, I love you.” You whisper to him, caught up in overwhelming emotion.  

His eyes are fluttering, and his whole body tenses up, his muscles caging you onto the bed.  “Ah ah ah…!” He’s making a concerted effort to lock eyes with you, to keep connected, but that battle is lost as they slam shut, his orgasm taking him over. “Jesus, baby I…Ah…Oh Fuck!” and his whole body shudders as his hips finds you one last time, and he’s pushing your body up the bed, bracing himself against you, trying to keep every last inch of you wrapped around him.  His muscles are tensed and shaking, and you can feel him shudder once more, and then his whole body sags, soft against you, and his head falls to your chest.  

You’re still struggling to catch your breath, your heart slamming against your rib cage, and the emotion coursing through you is threatening to overflow.  Ed, still panting himself, gingerly lifts himself off you, reaches down and hooks his finger into the condom as he gently pulls out of you, assuring it won’t slip off. “Oh…” you breathe, feeling the emptiness.  He slides it off quickly, and discreetly tucks it into a Kleenex he grabs from your nightstand and puts it off to the side. He rolls back over on to his side, facing you, and he can’t hide the smile spreading across his face as he cups your cheek and kisses you, over and over and over, with such fervor it almost renders you breathless.  He breaks away and a soft smile plays across his features as he just gazes at you, not saying word, just seemingly savouring the moment.  He pulls you into his chest, and you savour his warmth, wanting nothing more than to be held.

“Ed…” you falter, trying to figure how to put what you’re feeling into words.  “Every time I thought about what this experience would be like….when I thought about what I wanted it to mean?  Teddy, this was it.  I-“. He puts his finger to your lips.

“I love you.” The way he says this, it’s so quiet, but so full of conviction.  “You are everything to me…and it means the world to me that somehow I’m deserving enough that you chose to share yourself with me.  That was…fucking incredible.  YOU are fucking incredible.”

You smile softly, and run your fingers lazily through his beard.  You stretch your arms above your head, and then your legs, and as you go to cuddle your body into his chest, you suddenly feel…something…on the sheets between your legs.  You glance down, and oh. Oh God.  You knew it would hurt, when he entered you, but you didn’t think about the possibility of THIS.  Your face feels a thousand shades of pink, though you know there’s no real reason to feel embarrassed.  It’s just some blood, but still…Ed notices your discomfort, the blush on your cheeks, and he looks where you’re looking.  

“Love, it’s no big deal…honestly.  Happens sometimes.  I’m not bothered!”  He brushes the hair from your eyes and kisses your cheek, a reassuring smile on his face. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, and drop a kiss on his nose before pulling your cami back over your head.  You’re suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious.

“Gonna run to the bathroom, baby, clean myself up a bit…” you smile awkwardly.

“Course, Love.  Hurry back though….need cuddles from my girl after all that…” he murmurs with a crooked smile.  You hurry off to the bathroom, clean yourself up, pee because that seems like a good idea, and run a brush through your hair.  You stop for a second, and look at yourself in the mirror, studying your features. You feel different….empowered and well, like a real grownup.  You lift your shoulders and feel a grin spread across your face. You finally did it. No longer a virgin!  You giggle, flip your hair back and head back to the bedroom.  You walk through the door and stop short, staring at your bed.  Sweet boy, in the 5 minutes you’ve been in the bathroom, he’s pulled the bloody sheet off your bed, and put fresh linens back on.  He really does think of everything. A disbelieving smile crosses your face, and you shake your head slightly, so enamoured with this boy. You feel a strong of pair of arms wrap around you from behind, and you let out a soft sigh of contentment as you let your head fall back onto his chest.  Your fingers absent-mindedly begin tracing the colorful shapes on his forearms, and you feel his lips in your hair.

“Best day ever, innit?” he says softly. “Best girl ever too…”

You spin around and look him in the eyes, tracing his cheeks and jaw with your fingers, pushing a few stray fiery strands of hair from his forehead.  “You’re not so bad yourself, baby…” you whisper with a smile.

“Mmmmmmm” he hums contentedly, and softly, slowly, he leans in.  He touches his forehead to yours, and you feel his fingers tip your chin up, and just when you thought your heart couldn’t take anymore, he touches his nose to yours.

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FLUTTERS:  A Mature Ed Sheeran Fanfic Request *REPOST*

Authors Note: I’ve been debating whether or not to repost my Ed Fics for all the new followers I’ve/we’ve been lucky enough to accumulate, so, HERE WE GO!  I’ve been in a bit of a writing funk, so hopefully getting my stories back out there will help jumpstart the creative juices!  I’ll post over the next few nights, so as not to inundate anyone’s timeline!  This one is probably the one I love the most! <3  Any and all feedback/reblogs/etc would be amazing!  Love you guys! 

FLUTTERS:  NC-17 for SexyTimes 

“Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up, it’s bobsled time!  COOL RUNNINGS!”

You cannot help but crack up at the childish enthusiasm that just spills out of your boyfriend every time his favourite movie comes on.  The way his clear blue eyes crinkle when he smiles and laughs, and the way that he knows EVERY word of this movie and quotes it verbatim, it’s endearing, really, never mind completely adorable.   He takes such pleasure in the simple things.  

It’s a dreary, cloudy day, pissing down freezing rain, and the two of you have decided that PJ’s, blankets, movies and your comfy overstuffed couch are your only goals for the day.  He’s sprawled back, laying kind of sideways against the cushions at one end of the couch, while you’re sprawled against a pillow at the other end, semi facing him, your legs battling for dominancy of the couch.  

You feel a toe poke you in the calf, and you look over to see one invisible eyebrow raised, staring at you with mock indignation. “You laughing at me, woman??” he says with a grin.  “A classic film such as this deserves reverence! Respect!”  

“The movie? Maybe. Your Jamaican accent?” You poke him back with determination.  “Not even!”

His mouth drops and he grabs his chest, feigning betray and horror.  “You cut DEEP, love! My accents are renowned, I’ll have you know!”  He moves suddenly, swooping over you and pinning you to the cushions with his body, and mercilessly digging his fingers into your ribs, tickling you until you beg for mercy. “EDWARD.  I swear to GOD, ED STOPPP!!”

You’ve got tears streaming down your cheeks as you shriek with laughter, and finally he lets up, pure satisfaction on his face as he lifts his hands in victory.  You take this handy opportunity to spring up and knock him backwards, straddling his hips and finding his sweet, soft belly in order to launch your own counterattack.  His eyes widen as he realizes your intent and his body twists sideways in order to evade your fingertips.  His unbridled, joyful giggles may be the best thing ever in all of life, as far as you’re concerned, you cannot get enough of them, and they are completely uncontrolled right now.  Your fingers find their target and he’s yelping, offering full surrender as your fingers find their target.  

By the end the both of you are gasping for breath, tears in your eyes from laughing.  He’s looking at you, that look that is so tender and so special, the one that’s reserved only for you.  You smile, almost shyly, and bite your lip.  His hand reaches for your face, cupping your chin, and as he pulls himself up to a semi-sitting position, he so softly brushes your lips with his. That familiar butterfly flutters in your belly, and your hands find his beard, fingers running through the soft copper scruff, pulling his face to yours, deepening the kiss. His tongue gently parts your lips, seeking to taste you, and his hand is gently running through your hair.  The pads of his thumb skates along the contour of your cheekbone, your jawline, your neck, tracing every inch of your face. Your hands find their way to his silky fiery-red hair, copper locks always in a disarray, and your fingers wind your way into it, loving the way he hums with contentment as your hands work their magic on his scalp.  

He moans as his mouth covers yours, deepening the kiss again, and suddenly, you can feel HIM, pressing against your thigh, as he holds you close.  You blush as he shifts, feeling it against you, and feeling you stutter, he pulls back just a bit.

You love Ed.  Intensely, deeply, and with no hesitation.  There were some things though that you hadn’t yet shared.  20 years old, you had grown up in loving, supportive household, but also a traditional one.  You had grown up with plenty of love and affection, in a very hands-on household, with very traditional values.  Sex was not something you had ever taken lightly. Growing up, you were taught that sex was something to be valued and cherished, a gift to be given to the right man, in love and trust.  Not some token to be spent whenever with whoever.  You had always taken that to heart, wanting to save such a special experience for the right person.  Up until your relationship with Ed, your love life had consisted of a string of cheaters and fuck boys, so there had never really been any temptation. Marriage-Only wasn’t necessarily something you were committed to, but being sure of the right person was.  

You and Ed had been together for just under a year, meeting at an industry event.  You worked as an event co-ordinator for a major company in your city, and your boss had introduced you that night.  You had been so charmed right off the bat, he was just as sweet, humble, kind and funny behind the scenes as his he was in front of the camera and on stage.  You’d talked for several hours that first weekend, and nothing had shocked you more when he continued to text you, and your relationship had bloomed.  The distance thing wasn’t always easy, but he made every second spent apart completely worth it.  Ed wasn’t one for grand, extravagant gestures, he tended to keep it simple, but so pure. So thoughtful.  Little things.  He knew exactly how you liked your coffee, and when you needed that pick-me-up the most, and would have it waiting for you without a word.  After a shit day, he knew your sweet tooth would make chocolate a MUST, and your favourite candy bar would be waiting for you in the fridge (Because Reese Peanut Butter Cups MUST be eaten cold) when you got home.  You were weirdly OCD about waking up to a clean kitchen, and he would, without a word, do the dishes and wipe the countertops after dinner while you dozed on the couch.  He knew the correct laundry detergent and which pants not to throw in the dryer, how to brush you hair after a shower, and that Jimmy Fallon or Ricky Gervais were the best way to make you laugh.   He knew which toilet paper to buy, the exact red wine that capped off your Friday evenings, and not to EVER play Justin Beiber in your house. He even put the seat down from DAY ONE. Until him you had no idea this kind of man even actually existed.    

He was kind and thoughtful and cuddly and sweet and funny and gentle and sexy…really you could go on and on.  He was a touch-feely kinda dude, loved to wrap himself around you from behind, play with your hair, and cuddle up for days.  You LOVED that, he had a way of making you feel so loved and important and valued. It wasn’t something you were really used to.  And making out with Ed?  It was delicious…his lips, they were so soft, so full, and the way they felt on your skin…The way he’d cup your face, the way his hands would leave trails of lightning over every bit of skin they touched.  It wasn’t as though he’d never touched you, his permanently calloused fingertips had the ability to light fires under your skin, and those moments when his hands were cupping and kneading your breasts, flicking your nipples, gently stroking your thighs or squeezing your ass cheeks…they’d almost swayed you a few times.  He knew your feelings concerning sex, and never once, in the entire time you two had known each other, had he EVER pushed you or your boundaries.  He knew without question that it was your decision, and that when the time was right, well…it’d be right.  You hadn’t gone far beyond making out, mainly because in your mind, it felt as though it wasn’t fair to Ed, and you knew it would likely sway you to other things.  You wanted to be sure before travelling down that path, and torturing the poor boy didn’t much seem very nice either.  It was pretty obvious a few times that he was decidedly less than comfortable when you’d pulled back before things went too far, but his only reaction ever was to breathe deep, adjust himself and pull you close for a cuddle.  Never once had he made you feel guilty about your choices, and to you, it made him perfect.

Pulling yourself out of your thoughts, you see his cheeks dimple as he pulls back, noticing your blush.  “I love that color in your cheeks, love…” he says with a grin. “Soz if he made you uncomfortable…I keep telling him to behave, doesn’t always work though.”  He sits you both up, tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses you gently, while attempting to rearrange himself into a less…confining…position.  

“Not trying to make “him” uncomfortable…” you laugh, still blushing. “It’s not like you don’t illicit the same reaction, sir.”

“You’re so beautiful”, he says softly, gazing at you with an intensity that takes your breath away. “And sexy. And you can cook. And you’re funny. And smart as shit. And you always SMELL amazing.” He pauses and scrunches his face up in that way that is so freaking adorable.  “How do women do that??”

Inwardly your insides are a melted, messy pool of feels, but you’ve never been one to gush or wear your heart on your sleeve.  “Multitasking is our “thing…” you drawl with a straight face. “Being that men can’t even pee and aim at the same time, we’ve got that particular area sewn up, I think.” You crack a grin and giggle at the truly affronted look on his face at the pee-and-aim statement and you drop a quick kiss on his nose before you scramble off him, knowing you might be in trouble for that one.

“I always put the seat down!” he says quite indignantly, chasing after you into the kitchen. “I’ve been trained well! It’s not our fault that the male anatomy acts like a fire hose sometimes…”

“EW.  That’s a lovely image, Teddy, thanks for that.” You’re cracking up at the imagery that description has put in your head, but you’re beginning to think he needs to NOT be using your bathroom any longer, if that’s what’s happening. Jeez.

He catches up to you and lifts you up on the counter, hands flat against the underside of your bum, and softly places butterfly kisses all the way up your jawline to your ear, where he stops and nibbles just for a moment.  Oh my…the tingles and flutters and lightning strikes taking over your body….it’s amazing what he makes you feel with the slightest touch.

He leaves a soft, slow, lingering kiss on your lips, and then pulls back, a content expression on his face, as takes a deep breath.  “The things you do to me, woman” he chuckles softly.  

“You’re not so bad yourself, Teddy…” you whisper, gently brushing the silky copper curls from his forehead.  Your foreheads touch, and he gently rubs his nose against yours, once, and then again.  

The first time he’d uttered the words “I love you” it had turned your world upside down, in the very BEST way.  He’d flown in to spend a night with you, a much needed visit, and being jetlagged and exhausted, he’d pretty much collapsed on you and your couch when he’d arrived.  Knowing all he’d have had to eat was airplane food, you’d made sure to have his very favourite pizza in the world waiting for him when he arrived, and after he’d fairly GORGED himself on the Calabrese deliciousness, he’d dragged you to the couch, and pulled you into the Little Spoon position and buried his face in your hair.  You pulled your favourite blanket over the both of you, so content to just be encircled in his arms, and just when you thought he was asleep, you heard soft words muttered in your ear.  “God, I love you…Never go away from me…”  Your stomach had dissolved into butterflies and you heart had nearly exploded.  It was the first time anyone had ever said those words without wanting something in return, the first time those words had ever meant anything to you.  By the time those words had registered, the boy had completely conked out, and didn’t hear you say them right back.  It was the first time that you’d ever believed in those words enough to use them, and there was no doubt how deeply you believed them. Since that night, those words had been uttered many times, but the habit you two had developed, the “thing” that said I love you without words, was the Eskimo kiss.  It was such a tender, gentle, loving gesture, and one that always spoke volumes when there were no words.  

He kisses your cheek, and turns around, stretching his arms out, and surveys the state of the kitchen. There are pizza boxes still stacked up the counter leftover from lunch, and your plates are in the sink.  You hop down from the counter and head for the sink while Ed grabs up the pizza boxes and takes them out to the trash.  Kitchen clean, you turn around and see your favourite Ginger pawing through your fridge.  

“Is there EVER a time you’re not hungry?” you ask him, laughing.  “Practically a whole pizza at lunch wasn’t enough?”

“I’m a growing boy!” he protests, “Without enough food, I’d waste away, innit??”

He slams the door of the fridge, and grabs his hoodie from the chair, sliding it over his head. “We need oreos, I reckon!” he says with authority.  “Double stuf, if possible.  Gonna run to the store, love, a snack run is in the offing!  Want anything?”

“All I need is right in front of me.”  You smile softly and drop a kiss on his forehead. “Go ahead, I’ll find us a movie for when you get back.”

His hand brushes my cheek, and I feel his nose brush mine.  “Dunno how I got so lucky…?” he mumbles, a content smile spreading across his face. You grin and push him towards the door, knowing the faster he goes, the faster he’ll be back.

Once the door shuts behind him, you let your fingers wander to your mouth, unconsciously tracing where his lips have left their mark. You loved him. So much.  And suddenly, as clear as day, you knew how you wanted to spend the rest of this dreary afternoon.  You’d never felt so loved before, so cherished.  The desire to share yourself, all of yourself, with this man you loved so deeply, had been building for some time, and you were ready. Scared slightly shitless, perhaps, but there was no one you wanted to share this experience with more.  

The thrill of anticipation zinged in your bloodstream, and you decided you had better do some inventory before Ed got back. Taking the stairs 2 at a time you ran upstairs, locking yourself in the bathroom.  Luckily, you’d thoroughly showered that morning, including all necessary manner of shaving and exfoliation.  You didn’t quite know what to do with yourself, the nerves you felt were literally causing your hands to shake.  You decided fresh breath was a priority, and scrubbed your teeth within an inch of your life, and then dug through the bathroom cabinet till you found your hairbrush, and pulling the elastic from your hair and releasing the topknot, you brushed your long hair till it fell in loose waves over your shoulders.  You pulled your ratty old PJ shirt over your head, and with a deep exhale, you examined yourself in the mirror.  You were certainly on the curvier side, you’d inherited your mama’s birthing hips, but you’d always kind of liked your hourglass figure.  There were actually times you’d thought to yourself that smaller tits would be a blessing, but oh well.  All in all, there were some areas of your body you wish were a little more toned, a little flatter, but Ed was always one to tell you how much he loved every inch of you, and loved the fact that you could EAT.  You knew he’d appreciate every inch of you no matter what.  The thought of that “appreciation” sent a shiver of anticipation and nerves up your spine, and with a little skip in your step you hurry off to the bedroom.

You’re now faced with figuring out what you should (or shouldn’t?) wear.  You try on a sexy lace bra and thong, but TOO sexy, too obvious.  Just take it all off and lay there??  No chance, you were WAY too nervous to put yourself out there like that.  Finally, you settle on a pair of teeny, turquoise soft boy shorts that showed off your legs (minus your panties), and a stretchy, sexy lace cami with spaghetti straps that showed off your cleavage and midriff.  You’re awkwardly trying to decide how to position yourself on the bed when something VITALLY important crosses your mind, and you hop back up.  You hadn’t exactly planned this in advance, and so you weren’t currently on the Pill or the shot, and there was NO chance this experience was happening without being safe.  Ed had always been honest about his history, he’s by no means a virgin, but no manwhore either.  He also had always been strict about being safe, and not taking risks, which was reassuring.  You notice his backpack in the corner of the room, and you figure it’s worth a quick check. SURE ENOUGH, in the bottom of the side pocket, there’s a packet of condoms. The Sheeran motto apparently was “Always Be Prepared”.  You shake your head, laughing nervously, and thank the Gods that that small box was unopened, or he’d have some QUESTIONS to answer.

You grab the box and toss them in your nightstand drawer, and as you begin to contemplate what to do with yourself next, you hear the door slam down downstairs. The sound of the door alone has your heartrate revving like an engine, and the hairs on your arm and neck prickle.  You KNOW you want this, you KNOW you’re ready…it’s expressing that to him.

“Love??” you hear that cheery, sexy, British accent echo from downstairs, and you quickly smooth your hair down one last time, and lay on the bed, tummy down, facing the door.  

“Upstairs, babe!” you call out, in a tone slightly higher than it probably should be.  Your heart is literally in your throat, and you’re not sure whether to giggle, or hyperventilate, or faint. Maybe all three?

You can hear him coming up the stairs, calling your name like a question, trying to figure out where you are.  “Just in the bedroom!” you call, crossing and uncrossing your legs, shifting your weight to and fro, and trying to figure out where to put your arm.  He pushes the door open and pops his head ‘round the doorjamb, and his face lights up when he sees you.

“…We playing hide ‘n’ seek this afternoon?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye. “Cuz that wasn’t much of a look? Try under the bed next time!”  He come fully into the room and sees you’re laying on the bed, and immediately kicks his sneakers off, and launches himself onto the bed next to you.  He buries his face against the soft curve of your lower back, and nuzzles at the soft skin there.  It feels as though he’s trying to breathe you in, and it’s intoxicating. You can’t help but let out a little sigh of pleasure at the touch of his scratchy cheeks against your skin.  

You slowly turn yourself over and gaze him, taking in his beautiful big blue eyes, his tangle of silky orange curls and the way his perfect lips are curved into that little boy smile.  It’s ridiculous how PRETTY he is, and you just can’t get enough.  You thread your fingers into his beard, and tug him towards you, kissing him softly; his top lip, his bottom lip, and both, trying to put everything you’re feeling into that kiss.

“Mmmmm” he hums contentedly.  “I love your lips. More please.” He pulls you in and presses his lips to yours once more, deepening the kiss, winding his hands into your hair to pull you as close to him as you can, tasting every bit of you. His lips linger, drawing his kisses out to the point where your breath is gone but you don’t care.  He tastes so good, those exquisitely soft, perfectly pink lips the perfect fit to yours, his hands so strong and gentle at the same time.

The length of his body is pressed up against yours, and wrapped up in the intensity of this kiss you’re pushing your body against his, twining your leg with his fuzzy one, and you can feel peaks of electricity in your blood, like your whole body is on edge.  It’s not long before you can feel his reaction, it’s hard against your thigh, and suddenly he’s breaking the kiss and taking a deep breath.  His cheeks are pink, and he speaks before you can utter a word.

“Damn, he’s at it again….Sorry, love, we men need an off-switch apparently.” He laughs nervously and pushes his hands through his hair.  “Did you pick a movie…?  We can-“. You take a deep breath and cut him off before he can get another word out.

“Teddy…” you whisper softly, “I don’t want to watch a movie.”  You brush your fingers through the long strands on his forehead, and gaze up at him, trying to convey your message without words.  You could literally lose yourself in those sea-blue eyes.  He raises an almost non-existent eyebrow and says “Whaddya want to do then? Kind of a crappy afternoon to go anywhere, innit…?”

You stop yourself from giggling, but only just. Why are boys so DENSE sometimes? You take another deep breath, lock eyes with him and cup his cheek.  You kiss him softly, and then trace his lips with your fingertips.  “No…I don’t want to go out either.  I want to stay right here.  With you.”  You take in every last molecule of oxygen you possibly can, steel yourself, and pull yourself to a halfway sitting position.  “I want YOU, Teddy.  All of you.” And you exhale, watching for his reaction, your lip between your teeth.

His eyes widen, suddenly realizing what you’re trying to tell him.  “Babe…I know I got a bit carried away just then, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.  I love you, and you have my word I’m not in a rush…”

He’s looking at you, such tenderness in his eyes, and an uncertainty that’s so endearing you find yourself falling all over again.  Your heart is simply racing, your blood pulsing through your body as you pull yourself upright and gaze into his eyes, wanting so badly to convey what you’d been dying to tell him.  Lacing your fingers with his, you press a soft kiss to his warm fingertips and press both of your intertwined hands to your chest, to your heart that was hammering at the expression on his face, and tried to put everything you were feeling into the shaky words that spilled from your lips.  You wanted, NEEDED, him to know just how much you wanted this with him.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, Teddy. I love you.  So much.  I always knew that the first time I had sex, I didn’t want it to be slam-bam high school thing. I didn’t want to “lose it” just to say I’d done it.  I wanted it to be with someone that wanted to actually make love to me, not just get laid.  I wanted to be sure I was in love and that he was in love with me.  And I am.  You know me better than anyone, and every little thing you do shows me how much you love me.  You’ve never once expected a thing in return, never pressured me, and that makes me want you. It makes me sure that you’re who I’ve been waiting for.”  You take a breath, feeling the warmth in your cheeks and look into his eyes, awaiting his response.

The look on his face…it was something you would tuck away and keep with you for as long as you lived.  There was such love and devotion in his eyes, and when he spoke, you could hear the emotion.  “You’ve no idea just how much I’ve fallen in love with you.  I never wanted to push you for anything, because the thought of pushing you away scares the shit out of me.  Just holding you, it makes me feel like I have the whole world, I don’t need anything else.”  He takes a shaky breath and continues. “I know how long you’ve waited for this…I mean…I- I just want you to be sure.”  He’s looking at you, biting his lip and playing with the edge of his hoodie.

You find that all of a sudden, your nerves have died down, and you know without a single doubt, that you’ve made the right decision.  You want this so badly, and more importantly, you want HIM.  You tip his chin up and catching his gaze, you touch your nose to his, once, and then again.  The biggest smile you’ve ever seen spreads across his whole face.

“We’ll take it slow, I promise…” he whispers, cupping your face.  “If you want me to stop, you’ve just got to say it.”  He gently lowers you back onto the bed, making sure you’ve got a pillow under your head, and slowly, oh so slowly, he lowers his head and begins to place the softest kisses all along your jawline, and your neck, and even your collarbone.  You let your eyes drift shut, enjoying the sensation of his lips and tongue worshipping you, leaving what feels like a trail of fire on every bit of skin he touches. He drops one last kiss at the tops of your breasts and looks up at you, wanting to make sure it was okay to move on. You’re not sure you can even speak coherently anymore, so you arch your chest up and breathe deeply, smiling at him and nodding.  He climbs over top of you, and you part your legs so he can settle in, wanting every part of him to be as close to you as possible.  He shakes his, almost imperceptibly, like he can’t believe this is happening, and lowers himself, supporting his weight with one arm, and he takes a moment just to look into your eyes and gaze at you.  

“I want to make you feel amazing…trust me?” he says softly, looking at you for permission.  

“Without a doubt.” You say softly.  You tangle your fingers in his hair and tilt your face to catch his lips, the need to feel them, to taste them, overwhelming you.  Your tongue gently parts his lips, sliding into his mouth, desperate to taste him.  His tongue tangles with yours, his breathing shallow, and it’s like he CANNOT get enough of you.  It is so sexy.  He breaks away from you, and biting his lip he smiles slow and sexy.  His fingers trail down your cheek, traces your jawline and run down your shoulder and neck.  One hand splays on your bared midriff, and the other catches the hem of your cami, slowly easing it up your body.  You bite your lip, knowing what he wants, and you arch your body so he can pull it off of you.  You lay back against the pillows, and notice that he’s just looking at you, drinking you in. He has the sweetest smile on his face, and when he notices you fidgeting, looking a bit…self-conscious, he shakes his head and tips your head up to meet his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful.  Every single inch of you.  I could just sit here and look at you for hours.  How did I get so goddamn lucky…”

You blush, and he kisses your cheek softly. He moves himself down the bed, and looks at you with a twinkle in his eye, a small grin playing at his features. He begins at your collarbones, and begins leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses, soft lips followed by his sexy tongue, from one side to the other, and then traces a path down between your breasts. He plumps one up with his hand, and your breath stutters as his lips find your nipple.  His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, alternating between gentle tugs and flicks.  While his mouth lavishes one nipple, his other hand is gently squeezing and massaging your other breast.  The sensations coursing through your body have you practically panting, your body writhing as he teases you.  It’s as though there’s an electric wire straight from your breasts right to your groin, what he’s doing feels SO good and you want more, MORE.

“Ed…God…” you moan, arching your body, trying to press your body into him as much as you possibly can. He’s switching between your nipples; sucking, tugging, nibbling, and it’s driving you to madness.  “More?” he asks softly, looking up at you, wanting to be sure.

“Yes….please….” your body is moving of its own accord, needing…what you weren’t sure, but so much more.  He pulls away from your breasts, and begins kissing his way back down your overly sensitive body.  He leaves a trail of kisses under each breast, and slowly, tortuously, makes his way down to your belly button.  His tongue dips into it as his focus shifts downwards, and he leaves feather light kisses from one hip to the other, all the way across.  You know where he’s headed, and your brain can barely comprehend what’s about to happen.  His mouth had never travelled your body this way, and it was leaving points of fire under every bit of skin he touched.  His hand slides under your leg and bends it at the knee, pushing it back gently, and does the same to your other leg, just as softly.  You feel utterly exposed in this position, but you’re so worked up that the thought doesn’t last long.  He lets the pads of his fingers skate up and down your thighs, tracing the length of your calves, even caressing your feet.  “Okay?” he whispers looking at you, and all you can do is nod, your body urging him on.

His lips are on you, his mouth leaving trails down the inside of each thigh, kisses on the insides of your knees.  He switches to your feet, gently lifting them and kissing the arches of your feet and OH god who knew feet were sexy and when he’s finished there he begins kissing his way up your legs, slowly, up one side, then he switches to the other leg, loving every inch of that one, from top to bottom.  You can feel his warm breath on you as he settles himself between your parted legs, and he gently hooks his fingers inside the waistband of your teeny shorts, gently tugging them down your thighs.  You lift your bum so he can pull them off, and he gently tosses them off to the side.  He works his way back up the insides of your legs, leaving butterfly kisses in his wake, tingles and jolts of electricity with every touch.  You feel his teeth skimming the softest part of the inside of your thigh, kissing, nibbling, and tasting every bit of your skin.  He stops, and grasps your thighs gently, pushing them open a bit more so he can have complete access, and suddenly you feel his fingers trace your lips, pushing them open oh so gently.  He very gently kisses the creases where your legs met your centre, and with his tongue, gently paints a stripe from the base of your slit all the way to the top.  Your whole body lifts off the bed as you gasp from the lightning strikes penetrating your belly, you’ve never experienced this kind of sensation, it’s overwhelming and SO GOOD and why in the hell have you waited this long?  

“Feel good, babe?” he murmurs, his face buried in your slit. You manage to lift your head enough to see the look of rapture on his face as he’s tasting you.  “You taste so fucking sweet.  I’ve wanted to do this for so long…”  His tongue is alternating between long, torturous licks and gentle nibbles at your labia.  It’s a storm you can barely weather, but God it is SO GOOD and in between trying to remember to breath, you manage to tell him “MORE.  Oh my…Teddy, please….!” You’re losing control of your body and you’re writhing under his ministrations, just completely out of control.  

“Anything for you, love” he grins, and pushing your lips back, his tongue finds that sweet pink spot.  His tongue swirls around and around it, nudging that sweet little pink button, like a piece of delicious candy, and your hands find his hair, that silky soft tangle of fiery curls, and you thread your hands through it, pressing his face as tightly against you as you can, completely lost to the building sensations in your belly.  You can’t form coherent words, just gasps, moans, guttural sounds that you had no idea could come from you.  His arms, the bright colours of his ink so sexy against the bare expanse of your skin, wrap around your thighs, pressing them to the sides of his head. He’s pulling you closer to him so his face is all but engulfed, the deep, throaty sounds escaping from his throat as he devours you so indescribably sexy.  His tongue is thrashing your clit, back and forth, quick and light, over and over and over, and you can’t comprehend the delicious fiery tightening in your belly, it’s SO GOOD, it feels like climbing the highest mountain and you want so badly to jump off that edge, and like he’s reading your mind, suddenly he switches from flicking and thrashing to sucking that little pink bundle of nerves right into his mouth and your mouth is wide open, there’s no words, your whole body is lifted up and your muscles locked, it’s like thunder crashing and lightning striking and like NOTHING you have ever felt before, your body is trying to jump out of your skin and there’s spots in your vision that don’t make sense but OH PLEASE NEVER STOP and he keeps sucking and tugging, helping you ride out this incredible explosion, your hands still in hair, keeping him exactly where you need him to be. Your body is STRAIGHT up off that bed, arching into his mouth, “TEDDY…” you gasp, as you fly off that cliff, riding out the most intense sensations you have EVER experienced in your life.  Finally the sensations begins to ebb away, your body sags back against the bed and you look down at the face between your legs, with a sated, disbelieving smile on your face.

He kisses your thighs one last time, and lifts himself up.  He crawls up the bed and gently nestles himself on top of you, catching your lips in a kiss, and stroking your hair, your cheek.  “That was so fucking sexy…” he murmurs.  “Incredible watching you, listening to you come undone….was it what you hoped for?”  

You pick your head up off the pillow, and gaze at him, trying to figure out how to put what just happened into words.  “That was…Teddy…that was incredible.  It was…I don’t even.  Holy shit.”  Your head flops back on the pillow, and he cracks a little boy grin at your words and dips his face to catch your lips for a kiss.  

Your ability to breathe is only just returning to normal, and as you lay sprawled beneath him, all you can think is how you love him so much right at this moment.  You bite your lip, and look at him, knowing what you’d like to do next. You kiss him softly, once, twice and run your fingers down his cheek.  You pull yourself up to a sitting position, and looking him in the eye, you hook you fingers under the edge of his hoodie and begin to drag it up his body.  He grins, and lifts his arms to help you get it off.  His shirt follows, and you awkwardly fumble with his belt buckle, trying to undo it. You manage to unbuckle it, and carefully unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down.  He’s watching you, letting you take the lead.  You pause, wondering how to go about getting his pants down without looking like you have NO idea what you’re doing.  You can see him smiling at you, laughter in his eyes, and he lifts his hips without a word, helping you to peel his jeans off his legs. Once those are out of the way, he pulls you back down on the bed, and finds your lips.  His lips, so soft, so full, they taste so good.  Long, lingering kisses, deep kisses that you could feel down to the tips of your toes.  Kisses full of promise and passion and tenderness.  

Your let your hand fall to his hip, your fingers playing with the edge of his boxer briefs.  His hands have found your ass, cupping and kneading, squeezing, as he continues to bruise your mouth with kisses, tasting you with his tongue.  Your legs are intertwined, and you’re beginning to feel his reaction against your hip.

Your fingers slide under the waistband of his boxers, wanting to explore what was waiting for you.  His hips stutter as he realizes what you’re doing, and he pulls back to look you in the eye.  “Only if you’re sure, Love”, he whispers.  

“Mmm, I’m sure…” you whisper, a smile tugging at your lips.  “Just…tell me if I’m doing it right?”

“Trust me Babe…there’s VERY little you could do wrong right about now” he chuckles.  

He shimmies his boxers down and you pull them off and WHOA.  Wow. Not like you didn’t know what a penis looked like…but, um. It was BIG.  How was that supposed to-?  Never mind. You’d get there.  Right now….you run your fingertips up his thigh, sifting the fuzzy hairs there between your fingers, enjoying the shiver you can feel run through his body.  You let your fingers walk to that soft crease where his thigh meets his groin, and then tentatively, you gently let your fingers wrap around his length, and give him one long stroke, letting your fist stop at the head.  Wow….so hot to the touch, but smooth.  Like silk.  A low throaty moan escapes Ed’s throat as his head falls back, enjoying the touch of your hand.  

You gently let your hand continue to glide along the length of his penis, from the base to the tip, and judging by the quick, raspy breaths falling from Ed’s mouth, you’re doing something right.  You LOVE the effect your touch is having on him, and on the next stroke, you gently tighten your fist, tugging the head and the hiss that escapes his lips is so satisfying.

“Jesus baby….” He just manages to get out. ”You’re gonna be my undoing….”

He slides his fingers into your hair, pulling you close so he can kiss you.  Not so tender this time, it’s fierce and passionate, the lust he’s feeling spilling out of him into you.  You’re moving your hand more quickly, and you can feel his length thickening and growing as you stroke him.  It’s a heady, powerful feeling that his body is reacting this way because of you. Between strokes and tugs, you gently cup his balls, and watch him carefully, afraid of squeezing too tight.  “Shit…babe…like that”, he hisses, and you happily pick up the pace, loving the sound of his voice, the way his eyes are squeezed shut, the way his leg is tensed as he braces his body.  His hips stutter, and your eyes widen as you notice a bead of fluid roll out of the slit in the tip of his penis, as you’re pumping and stroking.  You’re surprised at his how sexy, how pretty, it is. Framed by the same soft, orange strands that adorn the rest of his body, the plush, pink head, the silky soft shaft…it was incredible.  You loved how rock hard he was, that you were the one that make it that way.  The foreskin was stretched back now, and the breathy sounds coming from his lips are coming fast and you can tell he’s fast losing control.  He sucks in a breath and his hand is suddenly on yours, clumsily pulling it away.

“Fucking hell… feels so good,” he gasps, “but…stop. …I don’t want to finish like this, not like this.”  His mouth is yours, his tongue is tasting every bit of you, and his body flush with yours.  He cups your cheek, and staring at you tenderly.  He tilts your face up, and touches his nose to yours.  “…Love you so much, baby.  I want you so damn bad…”  He whispers this, but there is so much intensity to his words, such reverence. It takes your breath away.  You push yourself back against the pillows, and wrap your fingers into the sweaty curls at the base of his neck, pulling him close.  You press your lips to his and lift your hips to his.  “I want you too, Teddy, make love to me.”  You take a deep breath, ready to take the plunge (in more ways than one…) when through the emotions and lust you remember something important.  

You twist your body and your hand finds the knob on the drawer beside your bed, and you fumble in the drawer, your fingers finding the box.  Ed cranes his head, looking at what you’re doing, and then smiles knowingly.  “How’d I never notice you having rubbers in there before??” he says with a teasing grin.

“Because I didn’t!” you look at him with a raised eyebrow and a teasing grin, and then purposefully turn your head and motion to his backpack.  His eyes widen, and his cheeks turn the most ADORABLE shade of pink.  “Um…” he stutters with an adorable innocent boy smile on his face, “Always be prepared??”

“I love that you cared enough to want to be safe, to protect me”, you say, softly kissing his lips.  “That and the fact that you left them in there.” you giggle softly.

“I just figured…I mean, I didn’t want you think I was trying to-“.  You cut him off.  “Teddy…Shut up.  No more words, I’m not upset.  I love you and I want you.  Now.  Please, Teddy…”  You slide your fingers into his beard and tug him close, looking him straight in the eyes. He swallows hard, his breathing suddenly quicker.  “I want you too” he whispers and gently pulls the box from your hand.  He fishes out a foil packet, and as you watch with wide eyes, he quickly tears it open and looks at you, his eyes hooded.  He quickly slides the condom down over his length, and then you feel his soft hand slide under your ass cheek and he tugs you down.  You swallow deeply, your blood tingling and coursing through every part of your body. You shakily exhale; trying to remember to breathe, and let your legs fall open, your heart hammering in your chest. Ed lifts himself up, and crawls up over your body, moving slowly and gazing at you with such love and softness.

“Babe…look at me.”  He can obviously sense your nerves, and he brushes his fingers down your cheek, under your chin and drops a kiss between your breasts.  “I wouldn’t ever hurt you, we’ll take it slow. Promise…”  

He gently grasps your calf and pushes your leg back just a bit, and his lips are on you, lingering and tender and sweet, tugging your upper lip, then your bottom lip, deepening the kiss as he covers his body with yours.  Your leg is hiked up, pinned to his waist, and he’s leaning on his forearm, nestled between your legs.  He carefully lifts himself just a bit, and takes himself in hand, guiding his penis gently to your slit, and allows the head to just slip between your folds.  He makes no move to penetrate, not yet, but just gently slides the head of his dick against your cleft, allowing you to adjust to the sensation, up and down between your lips, allowing the moisture that’s gathered there to lubricate his length so that it glides like silk.  Your eyes close tight and your head falls back, GOD, he’s not in you yet but it feels SO good, so intimate, the anticipation is almost too much.  It feels like your blood is going pulse right out of your body.  

A low moan rumbles from his throat and he lets out a deep breath as feels you begin to surround him.  “You’re so wet, babe….It’s so hot.  You’re so sexy….” He groans as you tilt your hips up, wanting more.

He stops the gliding motion, and gazing into your eyes, he gently pulls your other leg up so their pinned to either side of his waist, and then reaching down between the two of you, he positions himself at your entrance.  He cups your face, and with so much tenderness it nearly undoes you, he touches his nose to yours.

Your heart is so full, you love him SO much, and you want nothing more than to stay with him like this forever.  You gasp as you feel the tip of him gently push against your opening, past your sensitive tissues, and your body jerks as you tense up. He gently strokes your hip and you hear him breathe the words “Relax, Love…I’ve got you”, as he kisses your lips. He only pushes himself in a bit, just the head, slowly, letting you adjust to his size. “…Tell me when…” he whispers, letting his fingers run up your thighs, leaving fiery trails behind them. You respond by tightening your legs around him, and squeezing his bum to press him closer.  He pulls his hips, back and in one slow motion, very gently, he fills you.  

You bite down hard, gasping, oh GOD, you knew it would hurt a bit, but it STINGS. Fuck.  Tears prick at your eyes as your sensitive flesh stretches in a way it hasn’t ever before.  His voice, it’s in your ear again, soft and reassuring.  “I love you so much, babe….I promise it will feel so much better. I won’t move till you tell me to…”  His thumbs tenderly wipe away the moisture under your eyes, and he slows his body, and strokes your face.  He stays buried inside you, and concentrates on kissing you until you’ve no breath left in you, and slowly you realize your body is adjusting to his size.  The sting is dying out, but the feeling of being stretched that way, it’s something you must get used to.  He’s not moved, just holding you, caressing you, loving you, and remaining deep inside you while your body adjusts to him.

“Baby…” he half moans, “Let me try-“.  You kiss him and urge him on with your hips, and he slowly lifts his hips and slowly pulls himself part way out, not all the way, and nudges his head through your slick folds, bumping up against your clit, and slowly thrusts back into you, gently, unhurriedly.  Oh, oh not so painful anymore, it…there’s still quite the sting as you stretch to fit him, but it’s wonderful, the feeling of him filling you up, actually being INSIDE you…The thought pops through that it’s happening, you’re actually having SEX. You push aside the urge to giggle and the thought is extinguished as both his hands find your ass, and he pulls his hips back, pulling almost all the way out but not quite and oh, it’s a surprisingly empty feeling, you want him back and your hands run down the length of his back to the rise of his ass and tug him, beckoning him to keep going, heavy breaths, loud breaths, falling from your lips, and he groans at your reaction, setting a slow, languorous pace, your ass in his hands and he continues to thrust in to you, long, gentle strokes, filling you up.  You can feel your walls tightening around him every time he enters you, wanting to keep him inside you.  “You’re so goddamn tight….Jesus!” he grunts as you envelop him at every stroke. “You feel so fucking amazing….you alright baby??” he whispers in your ear.

You manage an “Oh…oh… yes….” And you tighten your legs around him, pressing your feet into his back, urging him on.  One hand slides out from under your ass, and he moves it up to your hair, his fingers tangling in the long strands falling over your shoulders.  His lips are on your neck, leaving a wet trail from your pulse point down to your shoulder and across your collarbones.  His breathing is heavy, uneven, and the hand that’s tangled in your hair and cupping your face is pinning you to the pillows, and his mouth frantically finds yours, kissing you deeply, his tongue everywhere, and not once do his hips stop moving, his body is lifting and pressing into you, over and over and it feel SO good, the feeling of him filling you up, every bit of his soft, warm body pressed against yours.

“More Babe…I need…ohh…” you gasp, trying to find the words but failing.  

“Oh, love….Yes…Fucking hell!” he grunts, lifting himself up off of you a bit, supporting himself with his hands and forearms, switching his strokes from long, languid thrusts where he’s not even pulling all the way out of you, to quicker, rhythmic, more frenetic thrusts, the head almost all the way out before he plunges back in, and you let one leg drop, using your foot to brace yourself against the mattress, allowing yourself to open to him as much as possible.  You’re concentrating on the connection between you, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly, the zings and flutters and sparks that his every movement sends pulsing through your body.  The way he’s still cupping your face, caressing your neck, your shoulder, the rise of your breasts, how he can’t help but be drawn back to your lips, his kisses are so full of desire and lust, yet so tender.  Like a promise with every touch.  It’s so damn intimate. In this moment, with your heart and your body so incredibly full, you know that THIS is why you waited.  

He’s gasping with every movement, every thrust, and he’s trying to keep his eyes open, watching you and wanting to take you in, and holy GOD, the desire and drive in his eyes, how his pupils are blown and the way his mouth is dropping open with every sweet stroke, like he can’t control the sensations, it is sexy beyond words.  Your hands find their way to the back of his head, tangling in those delicious sweaty curls at the back of his neck, kissing him so deeply you could just about devour him.  

“Babe…so close…” he hisses, gritting his teeth and you realize he’s holding back and waiting for you, not wanting to put his needs ahead of yours. You let a hand drift down to rise of his ass cheek, and let the other hand find his jaw, and kiss him deeply, gasping for breath as the sensations race through your body.  You realize that all you want is for him to find that peak, to find his release, because the earth shattering climax he gave you with his tongue, that beautiful mouth, it was enough.  The feeling of him being inside you, being a part of you, him worshipping you like this? It was enough.  You had all the time in the world to explore each other from now on, and right now, this moment was all about him.  

His hips are moving in short, messy thrusts as he chases the sensations that are taking him over.  “Baby it’s okay…” you whisper, staring into his eyes and wanting him to feel as good as he made you feel.  “Let go!” you gasp, as little explosions of pleasure ricochet through your body, it’s insane how amazing he feels, and you pick your hips up and try to match his thrusts, pushing your pelvis against him, grinding against him, wanting every bit of contact you can get.  The hand that’s tangled in your hair tightens, his thumb brushing your ear, and he’s got his forehead pressed to yours as he tries to maintain eye contact. You can feel a bead of sweat roll off his temple, and the sounds escaping his mouth are now completely out of his control.  Low, throaty moans, guttural noises that you had no idea he was capable of, and you want this.  Oh you want this. You hold his face between your hands, and look him in the eyes, a feat, because he can barely keep them open, and kiss him so softly, so tenderly. “I love you….God, I love you.” You whisper to him, caught up in overwhelming emotion.  

His eyes are fluttering, and his whole body tenses up, his muscles caging you onto the bed.  “Ah ah ah…!” He’s making a concerted effort to lock eyes with you, to keep connected, but that battle is lost as they slam shut, his orgasm taking him over. “Jesus, baby I…Ah…Oh Fuck!” and his whole body shudders as his hips finds you one last time, and he’s pushing your body up the bed, bracing himself against you, trying to keep every last inch of you wrapped around him.  His muscles are tensed and shaking, and you can feel him shudder once more, and then his whole body sags, soft against you, and his head falls to your chest.  

You’re still struggling to catch your breath, your heart slamming against your ribcage, and the emotion coursing through you is threatening to overflow.  Ed, still panting himself, gingerly lifts himself off you, reaches down and hooks his finger into the condom as he gently pulls out of you, assuring it won’t slip off. “Oh…” you breathe, feeling the emptiness.  He slides it off quickly, and discreetly tucks it into a Kleenex he grabs from your nightstand and puts it off to the side. He rolls back over on to his side, facing you, and he can’t hide the smile spreading across his face as he cups your cheek and kisses you, over and over and over, with such fervour it almost renders you breathless.  He breaks away and a soft smile plays across his features as he just gazes at you, not saying word, just seemingly savouring the moment.  He pulls you into his chest, and you savour his warmth, wanting nothing more than to be held.

“Ed…” you falter, trying to figure how to put what you’re feeling into words.  “Every time I thought about what this experience would be like….when I thought about what I wanted it to mean?  Teddy, this was it.  I-“. He puts his finger to your lips.

“I love you.” The way he says this, it’s so quiet, but so full of conviction.  “You are everything to me…and it means the world to me that somehow I’m deserving enough that you chose to share yourself with me.  That was…fucking incredible.  YOU are fucking incredible.”

You smile softly, and run your fingers lazily through his beard.  You stretch your arms above your head, and then your legs, and as you go to cuddle your body into his chest, you suddenly feel…something…on the sheets between your legs. You glance down, and oh. Oh God.  You knew it would hurt, when he entered you, but you didn’t think about the possibility of THIS.  Your face feels a thousand shades of pink, though you know there’s no real reason to feel embarrassed.  It’s just some blood, but still…Ed notices your discomfort, the blush on your cheeks, and he looks where you’re looking.  

“Love, it’s no big deal…honestly.  Happens the first time.  I’m not bothered!”  He brushes the hair from your eyes and kisses your cheek, a reassuring smile on his face. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, and drop a kiss on his nose before pulling your cami back over your head.  You’re suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious.

“Gonna run to the bathroom, baby, clean myself up a bit…” you smile awkwardly.

“Course, Love.  Hurry back though….need cuddles from my girl after all that…” he murmurs with a crooked smile.  You hurry off to the bathroom, clean yourself up, pee because that seems like a good idea, and run a brush through your hair.  You stop for a second, and look at yourself in the mirror, studying your features. You feel different….empowered and well, like a real grownup. You lift your shoulders and feel a grin spread across your face. You finally did it. No longer a virgin!  You giggle, flip your hair back and head back to the bedroom.  You walk through the door and stop short, staring at your bed. Sweet boy, in the 5 minutes you’ve been in the bathroom, he’s pulled the bloody sheet off your bed, and put fresh linens back on.  He really does think of everything. A disbelieving smile crosses your face, and you shake your head slightly, so enamoured with this boy. You feel a strong of pair of arms wrap around you from behind, and you let out a soft sigh of contentment as you let your head fall back onto his chest.  Your fingers absent-mindedly begin tracing the colorful shapes on his forearms, and you feel his lips in your hair.

“Best day ever, innit?” he says softly. “Best girl ever too…”

You spin around and look him in the eyes, tracing his cheeks and jaw with your fingers, pushing a few stray fiery strands of hair from his forehead.  “You’re not so bad yourself, baby…” you whisper with a smile.

“Mmmmmmm” he hums contentedly, and softly, slowly, he leans in.  He touches his forehead to yours, and you feel his fingers tip your chin up, and just when you thought your heart couldn’t take anymore, he touches his nose to yours.

[broken-hearts-lives-among-us]

Perfect (NewtxReader)

Pairing: Newt/Reader

Prompt: Even in war, Newt and reader tries to stretch their bond, with a forever promise. (Based on the song Perfect by Ed Sheeran)

Words: 1591

Disclaimer: Lots of fluff, mentions war.

In the middle of a war, two hearts trying to survive.

I found a love for me

He never understood humans beings, been more fond to creatures, but you were just... Different, unique, he could understand you, and you could understand him.

You two had something especial, a feeling that was stronger than a bullet, as soft as a petal, and passionate like an adventure.

You were in love.

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Running out into the rain, mud getting under his shoes, but it didn't matter as long as he was with you, holding his breath, you keep running, trying to keep envolved in the sensation of your hands holding, trying to hide from the catastrophic outside. Because war was cruel and dark, and he needed time to remember how peace was.

Soon you were in a little, slightly comfortable cabin, in the outskirts of the battlefield.

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

He saw you smile as you hugged him, and he couldn't help but laugh cupping your cheeks with his hands, happiness running through his veins, you were amazing because even in the sad and destructive setting of the conflict, you were strong enough to keep your light, to see him the same lovely way, to warm him up with your hugs, to kiss him like it was meant forever, and to smile with the innocence of a child.

Newt's proud to call you, his.

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

He was seeing you directly at your eyes, and you knew how much that meant.

Caressing your hair as he kissed your forehead, Newt start to think about your past. Being kids since childhood, he never thought one day you would end up together, a good part of his life he believed that Leta was the one, guess he wasn't seeing what he really had in front of his eyes.

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

Truth was, it wasn't that he didn't loved you, he did, since the first day he saw you watching from afar at the Hippogriff in his yard. But he was too young, he always thought about you as his best friend, the one who would be always with him, it took him a time to realized how did he love you.

I will not give you up this time

Maybe in the past, he hurt you without intention, with his doubts and insecurities, but no more, today he was sure, today he was promising you a forever.

"We're crazy" Newt whispered with a lopsided grin as he take out the rings from his pocket.

"No, we're just in love" you laughed winking at him.

"(Y/N)... We're getting married" his smile was the most big and beautiful you have seen.

"We're getting married" you reassured kissing his knuckles.

He hold you closer "Oh, love, I want to make you a lot of promises... I will care of you like a Demiguise, and treasure your shiny beautiful heart like a Niffler" Newt flushed slightly, avoiding your sight for a second "I'll be passionate as an E-Erumpent" you giggled caressing his arms "I want to protect you as mine, like a Bowtruckle, and I'll trust you as a Thunderbird. But most important, I'll love you with all my soul, my heart, my everything, forever."

"Newt..." just a single tear roll on your cheek, his words really had melted your heart.

"M-Maybe those weren't the most romantic words or the most appropriated, but-"

You cut him off "Those words were the most amazing and beautiful vows I've ever heard, and I know how much they meant, I truly loved them Newt, I truly love you, every single detail of you."

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes you're holding mine

You leaned forward to kiss him as you exchanged rings, formalizing your promise with the moonlight as a witness.

Soft sweet kisses you shared, like delicate flowing bubbles flying in the air, so natural, so innocent, so pure.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

You two were humming the same song, the one you danced for the first time together at the Yule Ball, as your feet move slightly from one side to another, your skin heating at the touch of his, with your fingers brushing his hair, and Newt's hands stroking your low back upside down.

The rest of the world disappeared, the fights, the screams, the memories, everything, it was just him and you, inside the bubble of love.

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

It didn't matter to Newt if you didn't wear makeup, or the fact that your hair was wet and messy. You were happy, smiling, looking at his eyes with love, and for him that was the most beautiful look.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home

Newt blushed at the memory of Theseus' teasing.

"So, when is (Y/N) moving into our house Newtie? Momma loves her!" He said smiling "Oh, but if she moves in, you wouldn't snog her in peace!" Theseus bursted into laughs.

"What are you thinking about, Mr. Scamander?" You said playfully.

"In how much I want to snog you right know" he merely answered without thinking.

"Newt!" You giggled trying to hide a flushed smile.

Newt's face was red "N-No I didn't, I mean I wasn't, erm, I..." he stutter ashamed but his mood relaxed when you put your lips on his.

Newt smiled in between kisses, strengthening his grip on your hips. You never make fun of him, always kind with him and his quirky characteristics, so patient and lovely with his love for creatures, so perfect.

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets

To carry love, to carry children of our own

You weren't just the woman he loved, his best friend, but the woman he wanted a home with, to watch your child running through the garden, teaching them about creatures and seeing them grow up, until you had grandsons to tell stories of his adventures while sitting in a rocking chair holding hands in the porch."

When the war ends, Newt dreams about taking you to adventures, to live, to save creatures, him and you, loving each other in every part of the world.

We are still kids, but we're so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we'll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be my girl, I'll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

You've choose him, even if you could have had every man you wanted, you chose him. Even if he wasn't the most rich or powerful, he could be clumsy and cause a lot of trouble sometimes and he wasn't the best at social interaction, but you loved him anyways.

And Newt was convinced to be the best for you, to cherish you as a queen and work hard, so one day he could give you the lived he thought you deserved, although the only lived you wanted was a one where he was with you, kissing and loving each other, being man and wife.

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful

I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Maybe she wasn't in a glamorous fancy wedding dress.

Or he didn't wear tuxedo sweet.

You wear your last clean nurse uniform, Newt was in his dirty battle clothes, but you were immersed in each other, he was admiring you as the most beautiful creature he would ever seen, with the moonlight in your face, your messy hair, the way your face flushed as you see him, simply astonishing.

He felt so lucky, having you between his arms, dancing, your lips on his, what on earth did he do to deserve you? To deserve your love?

"I'm so blessed to have you, Mrs. Scamander"

"It's my pleasure to be with you, Mr. Scamander"

I have faith in what I see

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect, I don't deserve this

You look perfect tonight

In the middle of a war, two hearts trying to survive.

Loving in each other, in their own world.

They found the peace, in the middle of a storm.

A/N: It's short I'm sorry </3 it's more like a drabble (a li'l bit longer that a drabble actually) but it was more about feelings than an actually plot, although the backstory is kinda interesting, I may write an imagine about it (tell me what you think ;))

Also I'm considering about opening requests (I already got one actually (? JAJAJA) but I don't know ('cause of collage) I'll see. Also, I'm sorry for the grammatical mistakes

Hope you enjoyed it!

Be a limited edition in this world full of cheap copies!

And remember, your existences matters.