cotton & curls

Break-Up Novella.


Here we have the very first part to a very anticipated, very emotional, very long-winded, very angsty-filled break-up story where we see the missus and Harry split and cope in ways that only bring them back to one another, closer than before and deeper in love than ever before. A little novella(?) that I’ve been working my hardest on and spending my free time perfecting just for you guys. 

I cannot thank you enough for being patient with and understanding that it’s been something I want to be 100% happy with. It’s been tough, I’m not going to lie. It’s been hard to find motivation because I’ve not written very many sad stories whilst being on here; I’ve read them! But, not written many, so, I hope this is the start of something new (cue High School Musical reference).

I’m still very iffy over the argument scene. So, bear with uit, haha. It’s the first piece of angst that I’ve written…

But, I’m finally SO happy to be sharing it with you! For the next 5 days, you’re going to be taken on a journey of emotions between the two of them. Enjoy! x

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Part Two - Chapter One: Curls and Cotton.

August 20th, 1948; Boston Common, Boston USA.

“You gonna have baby?”

The question made me jump. I turned to see a little girl standing next to me, I swear she hadn’t been there a moment before.

“Ah,” I stammered, gripping the edge of the bench I was sitting on. “Yes, I am.”

She smiled at me, “My mama too.”

Nodding, I stared at her. My voice seemed to be having troubles working properly and the baby chose this moment to do an intricate gymnastics routine within me. The little girl didn’t seem to notice. She was looking past me, to a nearby fountain where a few birds were exploring the water.

Her skin was fair, almost translucent. The blue of her eyes so deep they were almost black. She had a smattering of freckles across her cheekbones that only increased her overwhelming aura of childlike innocence. Sticking out in every direction, her brilliant auburn curls danced in the late summer breeze. It looked as though she had had a ribbon tying them back from her face at one point, but the pale blue satin hung loose above her ear.

“My birthday tomorrow.” she informed me nonchalantly.

A shiver ran down my spine. Tomorrow would have been Julia’s third birthday.

“Is it?” I asked, trying to sound as normal as possible. An invisible band of sorrow tightened around my chest and I was finding it very hard to breathe.

“Mama maked me a cake! I share with Daddy. He like cake,” she supplied as she twirled around beside me, her flower-sprigged skirt puffing out around her.

I shifted on the park bench, hoping the movement would urge the baby to settle into a new position. It didn’t work and I placed a hand where a pointed foot was trying to impale me. The movement quieted slightly, but didn’t stop altogether.

“That sounds wonderful. Will you have candles to blow out?”

“Yes!” The little girl beamed up at me, holding up three pudgy fingers. “Mama say I big girl now!”

“You are indeed.” Tears filled my eyes without warning, threatening to pour free at any moment.

A voice called from somewhere behind me, “Julia!”

“Wait!” I cried as the little girl waved to me and turned to go.

She froze in place and tilted her head in question.

“Happy birthday, Julia.” I whispered.

Skipping towards me, she stood on tiptoe and gave me a kiss on the cheek. The touch tickled, almost like the brush of a butterfly’s wing. Another giggle escaped her rosebud lips as she left in a swirl of curls and cotton.

One hand covered my mouth, suppressing a sob, the other placed a hand on my now still womb.

You know her, don’t you, little one? That was your sister. Isn’t she beautiful?

She's Still Pretty

A reverse crush au where Adrien can’t get a fucking grip on himself

Pairing/s: Adrinette
Fandom: miraculous
Summary: Adrien has bruises on his ribs bc even Nino is fed up with his awkwardness around Marinette

“Dude, there’s Marinette,” Adrien’s sides had suffered way too much pain from Nino’s sharp jabs in the past week. He was almost one-hundred-percent sure that there was a permanent bruise now.
“Please stop poking my side,” Adrien grumbled, turning his head away from Nino as he squirmed further to the side.
“Didn’t you hear me?” Nino rolled his eyes, hiding his expression of exasperation behind his hat. “It’s Marinette!”

“She- where?” Adrien jerked up, head banging into the wooden bench-back with the force of an ocean. Mouth twisting into a gape of pain, he craned his neck low and rubbed the throbbing lump. Now he had two bruises.
“Oh- hi, Adrien,” Adrien ducked his head even lower at the sound of her voice, a mix of sugar and butterfly wings (maybe that was a bad thing).
“Hi- um- hey- What’s up?” he puffed his chest and tried a confident grin, lifting his head to face Marinette.

Well crap, Adrien’s eyebrows contracted into a line of pure nervousness. She’s still pretty.

“Nothing much,” Marinette’s cotton-candy-pink lips curled into a tiny smile, and her sapphire eyes sparkled. She tugged her backpack strap. “What about you? How’s modelling?”
“Fine.” Adrien let out a tiny sliver of his breath to speak the word.

You’re a goddamn idiot, Agreste.

“Well that’s good,” Marinette continued to her seat behind him, and Adrien’s eyesight followed the entire way.
“Morning, Adrien,” Alya looked up from her phone, brow furrowing. “You seem a little puffed out. Your face is going red.”

Adrien let out his remaining breath slowly, hoping he didn’t sound like a dying horse, and tried his luck with another smile. Alya was much easier to talk to.
“Yeah, I… Ran to school.”
“That’s odd,” Marinette blinked. Adrien bit his lip. “I thought I saw your limousine headed towards the school.”
“Oh! That! Well, I really…” Adrien swallowed the nothingness his throat threatened to produce. “I wasn’t supposed to be running. Actually. Father had Nathalie and Gorilla chase after me.”

A wave of relief swashed his insides as Marinette giggled. He turned to Nino for a reaction, and the DJ held up two thumbs of approval.

“Hey, Mari,” Nino leant back on his desk with one elbow, raising an eyebrow. “Adrien and I are heading out to the Eiffel Tower this afternoon to see Alix beat Kim’s ass in a commando course-”
“We are?” Adrien, taken aback, turned to Nino.

Another jab in the ribs, and another wince.

“Yeah, dude, did you forget? Anyway, did you and Alya wanna come?”
“Oh, that sounds great!” Alya clapped, and nudged Marinette (Adrien silently wished Nino would take a leaflet out of Alya’s book and be a little softer) with her shoulder. “You busy?”
“No, I don’t have a shift at the bakery until tomorrow,” Marinette nodded. “We’ll be there!”

“Great!” Nino twisted back to the front. He flashed a smirk at Adrien, hidden from the girls behind him.
“What?” Adrien narrowed his eyes and fish-puckered his lips in annoyance, the pink ebbing away from his cheeks.
“What? Not even a thank you?” Nino whispered.
“You know I’ll just make a fool of myself,” Adrien looked down at his hands, and noticed he had been subconsciously tapping his pen on the desk.
“Nah, bro, you’ll be fine,” Nino waved his worries away.

“I didn’t even know Kim and Alix had another bet!” Adrien tucked the pen into his bag so he would stop picking it up and fidgeting with it.
“You don’t need to know, they’re probably always betting against each other,” Nino replied.
“Wait, there’s an actual bet on today, right?” Adrien’s eyes doubled in size, his eyebrows flying into his straw-coloured hair.
“Yeah,” Nino tipped his head back, laughing.
“Because I don’t want Marinette to think we set her up, she’d think so badly of me!” Adrien whispered frantically.
“Dude, I sad there was a bet!” Nino shook his head. “Lighten up. You’ll get her one day.”

Yeah… Adrien looked back down, a shy smile stretching across his face. One day.

anonymous asked:

you should write a fic where eric finds the reader's vibrator

here ya go, it’s all smut. a smutty lil drabble just for you, nonnie. 

word count: 640

Eric smiled to himself at the scene in front of him as he walked into his bedroom. You were spread out across his mattress, fast asleep. He licked his lips, stepping closer while eyeing the the bare leg that stuck out from under the sheets. Slowly he ran a single digit up your calf until his fingers came to the covers. Curling the cotton in his fist he yanked his arm back, pulling the bedding to the floor, exposing your body to the cold air. He could feel his blood rush south as his gaze slowly traveled across your form, taking in every detail as you shifted, unconsciously pulling your limbs in for warmth.

That’s when he noticed the small purple object on the bed next to you. Reaching across your middle, he picked up the mechanical phallus before looking it over. Of course Eric knew what a vibrator was, he had just never seen one in person. He had never had reason or need to, and honestly he was a little surprised that you owned one.

Clicking the button on the bottom it jumped to life, humming quietly as it shook in his hands. He pressed the button again, thinking it’d turn off but instead the vibration grew. As he fiddled with the mechanism, figuring out how it worked, he began to wonder about it. Eric was never a fan of competition, be it human or machine but he was curious just how effective this thing was.

Carefully Eric climbed over you, onto the bed before running his hand along your inner thigh as he gently moved your legs apart. He quickly ran his fingers across your lips, testing how wet you were before letting his palm rest on you bottom, squeezing your flesh. With his other hand his turned the vibrator to the lowest setting before bring it between your legs. Teasingly he ran the length of the shaft along your clit, watching as your sleeping body responded. Your hips jerks as he moved the toy, slowly with each pass it became progressively covered in your juices.

When he deemed the plastic object ready he lined the head with your center and began to press the vibrator into you. Carefully working it back and forth, he eased it deeper with each stroke. Once he was able to fit the entire length inside of you he stalled, shifting his hand to click the button a second time.

With a moan you woke up, instantly confused, trying to look over your shoulder you tried see what was going on. “Eric, what are you–,” you began before he cut you off, pumping the toy between your legs. You bit the bedding with your teeth as he moved his free hand to the small of your back, easily pinning you in place while he held your legs open with his knees.

He continued to move his arm rapidly as you groaned into the pillow, increasing the pace when he noticed the tell tale sign of your toes curling. Suddenly the coil in your belly snapped, and you couldn’t fight back the yelp as your hips jerked while your walls spasmed around the electric toy. Your legs shook, but remained held in place by Eric’s body.

He smirked to himself as he gingerly removed the vibrator, leaving you limp on the bed, taking deep breaths as you watched him stand up. He turned off the mechanism, discarding it with a toss before bring his attention to his clothes. Quickly he pulled off his uniform and climbed back onto the mattress. Rolling you to your back, he moved between your legs, leaning forward to kiss as the base of your next as he rubbed the head of his dick along your sensitive clit, whispering in your ear, “Now let’s see how it compares to the real thing.”

Cas falls asleep early on the 27th of September - out like a light by 8 o’ clock.

Normally Dean would let the guy sleep, their hunt from earlier in the day was a rough one and Cas - being the martyr he is - took the brunt of a beating from a particularly angry spirit; but the moon looks fucking amazing and so Dean shakes him awake, one hand on Cas’ shoulder and a soft mutter of the former angel’s name on Dean’s lips.

Cas blinks awake, scowls at Dean and burrows deeper beneath the covers.

“Babe, come look at the moon.”

Castiel rolls over with an angry sniff, his cotton clad back curling away from Dean’s incessant fingers.

“I’ve seen the moon.” He grumbles.

“Seriously man, it’s awesome.”


Dean shakes him again. “C'mon it’s a supermoon lunar eclipse. Won’t get to see it again until 2033.”

Cas doesn’t move.

“I’ll make you some tea…” Dean bribes, and after a reluctant second, Castiel twists, frowns at Dean.

“This is important to you.” He observes.

Dean rubs a hand across the back of his neck, eyes falling away from Cas’. “Kinda.”

“Okay.” Castiel says, and he drags his weary body from the bed.

Several minutes later the two of them are wrapped up in a blanket, mug of tea warming Cas’ palm, and faces turned towards the sky.

“It is awesome.” Castiel agrees. He’s less prickly than he was just a few minutes ago and Dean wraps an arm around his shoulders, draws him in and kisses his temple.


For a moment they’re quiet. Crickets chirp, the wind runs through the air with a gentle hum, and the world feels still. Quiet.

Castiel takes a sip of his tea. “I didn’t know you were so interested in the moon.” He says, dark eyes swooping in Dean’s direction.

Dean shrugs, admits, “I was more interested in watching it with you.” His words are mumbled, but he knows Cas catches them anyway.

Cas smiles at him then, a brilliant flash of white, and it comes with that encompassing feeling of floating Dean gets every time Cas smiles at him like that.

“Shuddup.” Dean grumbles, smiling back.

“ I didn’t say anything.” Cas’ tone is innocent, but Dean knows better, and he reaches out to tug Cas’ face closer, slide their lips together in an easy kiss.

“Moon’s pretty cool though.” Dean says when both their attention is turned back towards the sky.

“Yes,” Castiel agrees. “It is.”

The Ultimate College Packing List

The further I get into my senior year, I realize I need to start thinking about what I need to move out next fall, and instead of keeping my packing list to myself, I decided I’d post it here for any other curious college bound seniors :) 

*This is mostly what I think I’ll need, you may not need/want/be allowed to bring everything on this list and you may need more so use it as a reference*


  • Alarm clock
  • Blanket
  • Bulletin board 
  • Dry erase board
  • Cushion to desk chair
  • Down comforter
  • Duvet cover
  • Jewelry/Makeup/Hair accessory storage/organizers 
  • Curtains
  • Curtain rod (if needed)
  • Floor lamp
  • Desk lamp
  • Desk organizers 
  • Foam mattress topper
  • Decorative lights (like Christmas lights)
  • Full length mirror
  • Photos and picture frames
  • Pillows
  • A low maintenance plant
  • Wall art
  • Area rug
  • 2 sets of bed sheets
  • Trash can


  • Face wash
  • Body lotion
  • Comb
  • Hairbrush
  • Hair conditioner
  • Cotton balls
  • Curling iron
  • Deodorant 
  • Facial moisturizer 
  • Floss
  • Perfume/body sprays
  • Hair dryer
  • Hairbands/Hair ties
  • Bobby pins/hair pins
  • Hair spray
  • Hair mousse 
  • Kleenex 
  • Chapstick
  • Lint brush
  • Loofah
  • Mouthwash
  • Nail clippers
  • Nail file
  • Nail polish remover
  • Nail polish
  • Q-tips
  • Razors
  • Robe
  • Shampoo
  • Shower caddy
  • Shower shoes
  • Bar soap
  • Body wash
  • Soap container
  • Makeup
  • Hair straightener 
  • Sunscreen 
  • Toothbrush
  • Toothbrush case
  • Toothpaste
  • 4 bath towels
  • Tweezers
  • Wash cloths
  • Hand towels
  • Feminine hygiene products 

Cleaning Supplies!

  • Bleach
  • Broom or short-handled brush with dustpan 
  • Clorox disinfecting wipes
  • Dish washing soap
  • Febreze
  • Rubbing alcohol 
  • Laundry detergent 
  • Lysol spray
  • Swiffer mop
  • All purpose cleaning spray
  • Small vacuum 
  • Window cleaner (the wipes are great!)
  • Air freshener
  • Garbage bags


  • Bottle opener
  • Can opener
  • Coffee machine
  • Storage for Bowls/plates etc.
  • Eating utensils and dishes
  • Paper towels 
  • Water filter pitcher
  • Travel coffee mug
  • Plastic wrap or foil
  • Ziploc bags

School Supplies!

  • Day planner
  • Backpack
  • Binders
  • Storage for folders/papers
  • Push pins
  • Dry erase markers
  • Calculator
  • College-rule line paper
  • Colored markers/pens/colored pencils
  • Laptop
  • Stationary (for sending letters and thank you cards)
  • White, letter envelopes
  • White erasers
  • Graphing paper
  • Highlighters 
  • Mouse 
  • Mouse pad
  • Notepads
  • Note books
  • Paper clips
  • Pencils
  • Pencil case
  • Pencil sharpener 
  • Pens
  • Post-its 
  • White printer paper
  • Rubber bands
  • Sharpies
  • Stamps
  • Stapler and Staples
  • Tape dispenser and tape refills 
  • Three hole punch
  • White out tape
  • Scissors 
  • Glue
  • Ruler
  • Book ends


  • Allergy medicine 
  • Anti-itch cream (for bug bites)
  • Bandages and band-aids
  • Bug spray
  • Cold and cough medicine
  • Multi-vitamins
  • Ibuprofen 
  • Stomach pain relief 
  • Hand sanitizer 


  • Batteries
  • Board game(s)
  • DVD player with Netflix 
  • DVDs in soft-shell case for space saving/travel
  • Flashlight
  • Folding chair for tailgating
  • Step stool (If you’re vertically challenged)
  • Hammer
  • Noise canceling headphones
  • iPod
  • Laundry basket/bag
  • Playing cards
  • Command hooks and strips 
  • Power strips
  • Bible
  • Reusable water bottle
  • Tool kit
  • Sunglasses 
  • TV
  • Video game console and games
  • Duffel bag
  • Clothes hangers 
  • Fan
  • Sewing kit
  • Rain jacket
  • Safety pins
  • Lanyard for keys

Pastel Fashion Masterpost

Based upon Pastel Bomb - Fashion Blog

Finally did it. Finally made a clothing & tutorial master post, including all of the references I use. Will be updated as more are discovered. 

Table of Contents: 

♥ Pastel Goth & Nu Goth ♥

  1. Major Shops - General
  2. Major Shops - Shoes
  3. Etsy Shops - General
  4. Etsy Shops - Accessories
  5. Storenvy Shops
  6. Big Cartel Shops

♥ Tutorials ♥

  1. Hair
  2. Make Up
  3. Nails
  4. DIY - Clothing, Accessories, Etc.

♥ Discount Codes ♥

♥ Shopping Blogs ♥

♥ The Master List: ♥☽

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Cupid Hyejin

Character: Solar (Mamamoo)
Word count: 1848
Summary: You’re a businesswoman who can’t help but long for the beautiful stewardess, Solar. But you never make a move, afraid of being unprofessional. Luckily, best friend Hyejin doesn’t care for professionalism (ft. Hwasa) | #fluff #stewardess!au

“Do you need assistance with anything?” Solar asked politely, a professional smile plastered on her lips.

The button to call for help had been pressed so frantically that she had rushed down the plane isle as quickly as her heels and short dress allowed, while still maintaining composure. It wouldn’t be good to frighten the other passengers, now would it? And after all her rushing, Solar had not found what she had expected; someone dying, someone choking, someone getting brutally murdered.

No, instead, she found Hwasa.

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your teeth tore into my shoulder
smearing crimson & stardust
vibrancy curled into
cotton floss hair
eyelashes speckled dark
against alabaster skin
you gripped my face
asking if I’d live for you
‘my sweet’
—  Inkstay prompt #78; good girls and bad boys | (e.l.)

hungarianbee  asked:

Couldn't hold myself back, so here's a slightly longer prompt! Female!Toni is secretly a werepanther, which is an absolute rarity, since her species was/is hunted. She could control her instincts, until the day she met T'Challa - around him she can't seem to supress the urge to purr and not-so-accidentally bump her side against him. From here you can go wherever you want, I leave it up to you. <3

A/N: You’re an enabler. I didn’t fit the prompt exactly (mainly because I was too excited to finally have the excuse to write fem!Tony) but I hope you enjoy. You can also read this on Ao3, and there’s another installment in this ‘verse here.

Warnings for Hammer being a douchebag and Toni just generally having a sad life.

Toni’s skin is stretched over her aching bones, restlessness in her every sharp motion as she strides across the ballroom floor. People step out of her way, something deep and primal in them recognizing the beast that paces in her diminutive form. She ignores the looks because she knows that they don’t know why they’re looking. The men leer and the women coo about her shoes but she has earned respect in this world of honeyed lies and golden betrayal. They don’t dare disturb her, not when she’s like this, near-feral the night before a full moon.

The glass of scotch is waiting for Toni when she reaches the bar and she knocks back three fingers like the man Howard had tried to train into her. He taught her how to be brash, how to take what she wanted in a world that was unforgiving and cruel to the weak. He taught her to hide her weaknesses, her fears and the monster beneath her skin. He taught her to drink and to never trust a man that smiled with his mouth and not his eyes.

Toni took his lessons and made them a part of herself, part of the woman she forged from bitter defeat and second chances.

She tosses her hair over her shoulder and motions to the bartender for another drink.

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alienor-woods  asked:

Can turn this into a prompt if u want but ayyyyy Clarke and Roan both ~locked up together~ it seems. (And hopefully have access to baths)

Everyone please join me on my trash barge.  Clarke/Roan, with background Clarke/Lexa and Clarke/Bellamy because right now, Clarke has ALL THE FEELINGS.

“Wanheda cleans up nicely,” Roan said, tossing the cotton towel towards his bunk.  His hair was dripping, leaving tracks of water down his bare chest, his breeches slung dangerously low on his hips.  The scar she’d given him burned an angry red on his side.

Clarke looked down at the towel in her hands, tinged faintly pink from the remains of the berries.  She had never felt cotton this thick and lush— there were precious few new fabrics created on the ark, only commissioned when clothing was running dangerously low.  Towels were little more than scraps up there, but Polis clearly had weavers and access to a supply of cotton.  She curled her hands into fists, the towel squeezed between her fingers and palm, and ached for the solitude of the woods.  There, Clarke could ignore her grief or give into it and no one would know, and the woods didn’t have sneering royal bounty hunters intent on pissing her off.  “Don’t talk to me,” she growled.  

She looked back out the window and tried to calculate how high they were— higher than the treetops, but they’d taken her several levels down to this cell, which meant they were lower than the throne room.  There was a chance she could rig something and climb down, but she’d have to wait until night fell and then somehow convince Roan to give her his sheets and let her shred them.

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Steve Rogers x Reader - The Comment

The Comment

Steve Rogers x Reader


Prompt: The comment.


       You smiled as you tapped the “Done” button on your phone screen, uploading your most recent photo to your Facebook and Instagram accounts. It was a simple photo of you from a flattering angle, showing off your new Captain America shirt that Steve had gotten you. He thought it was funny that he and his fellow Avengers were on merchandise such as shirts and hats, and since you were dating the one and only Captain America, he thought it fitting that you had a shirt with his symbol on it.
       Comments came flooding in, as they always did when you updated your social media. It was no secret to the world who you were dating, so any time you were found online, people hounded you for attention. Usually it was young girls squealing about how lucky you were and wishing you and Steve the best. But once in a while a hater found their way onto your profile and had to spread the hate.
       You tapped the “View comment” button to see what the most recent reply to your photo was, and as you read the first line, your face went pale.
       “You’re such a fucking poser, posting all these pictures of yourself wearing Captain America merchandise. Are you dating him, or his stuff? A real girlfriend wouldn’t flaunt it like that. Get over yourself. He’s only dating you because you’re a fan. He’s settling. You’re nothing special.
       You had seen hateful comments before, but this one struck you. You read the last line over and over. He’s settling.
      And that was why, when Steve came home just half an hour later, he found you curled up in your shared bed, crying into a pillow.
      “(y/n)?” he greeted slowly, his voice thick with concern. He dropped his bag by the door and hurried over to you, picking you up and cradling you to his chest. “Darling, what’s wrong?”
       You latched onto his shirt as the comment played over and over in your mind. Your tears left wet patches on the cotton as you curled into a ball.
       “(y/n),” he cooed gently. “Love, talk to me. What happened?”
      With a sob, you reached over to grab your phone, unlocking the screen and opening your Instagram. You tapped the comment and turned the phone so Steve could read it.
       He went silent, his arms tightening around you. He took your phone and set it on the bedside table before carding his fingers through your hair.
       “You know they’re just jealous,” he began softly. “There will always be someone against you. It doesn’t mean anything. They just have to spread their hate to everyone they meet. It’s not you, love. It’s them.”
       “Are you settling?” you asked before you could stop yourself.
      He rested a hand on your chin and tilted your head up to meet his eyes. “(y/n), I love you more than anything in the world. I am not settling. I’m in love with you. I want to spend my life with you.”
        Before you could protest, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. His hand slid to cup your cheek, keeping you close as he massaged your mouth with his. His tongue swiped across your lower lip and you happily obliged his request, opening your mouth against his. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth before wrestling with your own tongue. You gasped when he took it between his teeth, gently sucking on it.
      He gently lied you down against the pillows and positioned himself to hover over you. His hand slid into your hair, gently tugging on it, earning another gasp from your throat. You ran your hands down his chest and tangled your legs with his.
       He nudged his leg in between yours, rubbing his thigh against your heat. Your mouth fell open in another gasp and he finally broke the kiss, dipping his head to pepper your neck. He kissed and nibbled his way down to your collarbone where your weak spot was. Your arched your back into him as he sucked on that spot, leaving a noticeable mark. You whimpered at the sensation, wiggling your hips as heat pooled between your legs.
       “I love you,” he murmured against your neck. His hand slid down your side, slipping under the hem of your shirt. His fingers danced on your skin as he pushed the fabric up to your chest. You raised your arms above your head, helping him to remove your shirt, and he tossed it to the other side of the room.
       “You’re so beautiful,” he commented as his hand ghosted over your clothed breast. You arched your back as he grasped it, kneading it gently. His other hand reached under your back to the clasp of your bra and unhooked it, sliding the fabric off and tossing it aside. You reached out to his chest, hands fisting in his shirt. He got the hint and peeled the material off, adding it to the pile on the floor.
       He shifted so that he was directly above you, nestled between your legs. You wrapped your legs around his, trying to rub your arousals together. He adjusted so that when he dipped his head, he came in contact with your breasts. He wrapped his lips around one, sucking it into his mouth. You let out a moan as his tongue slid across your nipple and he gripped your other breast in his hand, massaging it.
       “Steve…” you moaned as your heat tingled with desire. He ground his hips against yours, keeping your breast in his mouth, sucking on it. You rocked your hips up against him and he groaned, the vibrations on your breast causing you to moan again.
      His other hand found the waistband of your jeans and pulled at the button, undoing it. You lifted your hips so he could slide your jeans off. With them tossed away, he ran his hands up your freshly shaved legs, humming in approval at the smooth skin beneath his hand. His lips left your breast to travel down your torso, kissing and nibbling your abdomen, making his way to the waistband of your panties. He gripped them in his teeth and slid them down to your knees. As he crawled back up to your heat, he pulled the fabric off and added it to the floor. He kissed up the inside of your thigh, glancing up at you as he neared the spot where you needed him most. Your hips wiggled of their own accord, your heat desperate for attention.
       He chuckled and dipped his head, kissing your folds. You sucked in a gasp and your hands flew up to grip the pillow beneath you. He lied down between your legs and dragged his tongue up your heat, between your folds, gently gliding over your clit. You let out a moan as his hands gripped your hips, keeping them steady while his tongue ravished you. He swirled his tongue around your clit, flicking it gently, teasing you. When you bucked your hips into his face, he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard. You moaned louder, your fingers gripping the pillowcase, his hands holding you steady. His tongue slid down to your entrance, pushing inside you. Your legs spread of their own accord as he fucked you with his tongue.
      You let out a moan, knowing you were close. He sensed it as well, removing his tongue and gliding it up your clit. You whimpered when he pulled away before finishing you off.
       Your eyes were glued to his toned chest as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off along with his boxers. Your gaze traveled down his body to his arousal, biting your lip in excitement. He caught your gaze and smirked, hovering above your body. He nestled his hips between yours and ground his hips, his arousal pressing against your soaking heat. You moaned and rocked your hips, desperate for more contact.
       He quickly thrust into you, filling you completely, and you moaned in unison. He tangled a hand in your hair as he built up a rhythm inside you. You wrapped your legs around his waist for a better angle, moaning when he hit just the right spot. Your head fell back against the pillows as he increased his speed, hitting the perfect spot inside you with each thrust.
       “I love you,” he murmured into your neck before kissing it. All you could manage in response was a nod, too lost in pleasure to form any sounds beyond incoherent moans.
       Your orgasm exploded and you screamed his name. He continued thrusting fast and hard, knowing what you liked to get you through your orgasm. He always made sure you came first.
       Your legs remained around his waist and you reached a hand up to grasp his hair. Your other hand wandered down his side, dragging your nails across his abdomen. You knew how to bring him over the edge. His thrusts came faster and he moaned into your neck – a sign that he was almost there. You dragged your nails up his chest and he shuddered under your touch. A few more quick thrusts and he stilled, moaning your name.
       He looked up at you, kissing you tiredly. You rested your hands in his hair.
       “I love you,” he murmured, kissing your cheek.
       “I love you too,” you sighed softly.
       He smiled. “Only you.”
       You kissed his nose. “I know.”