creative lips

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
Distraction*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Mature
Summary: Reader is bored and wants to cure it by distracting her boyfriend.
Words Count: 1.4k
Genre: Mild smut
Warnings: Long steamy make out session and it also involves some slight dry humping.

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Stepping inside the shared living room of the building, determined to cure your boredom, you spotted your boyfriend sitting on a couch and reading some reports of the last assignment.

Glenn Miller’s soft music - Steve’s favorite - filled the room and relaxed the ambient air while the rest of the Avengers was minding their own business outside the facility and- therefore had left you both. All alone with Steve Rogers.

Walking over the super soldier, you sneaked behind the couch, landing your hands on his shoulders and you massaged the tightness of his muscles, earning some satisfying groans.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” His gaze remained locked on his papers, yet he enjoyed your touch as his breath became deeper.

“I’m bored,” you leaned to whisper close to his ear.

“Then do something interesting because you are distracting me,” he advised and you saw his skin shivering at the gentle contact of your lips on his earlobe.

“But I am so bored!” You exclaimed, jumping over to collapse on the sofa.

“I know, Y/N. I know,” Steve patted your thigh, still scratching on the papers. “You can always read a book.”

“Any other good advice, Captain Obvious?”

“I don’t know, be creative.” As your boyfriend said those words, your bottom lip flushed with blood due to the grip of your teeth and he glanced at you. “Stop biting your lip, please,” he brushed his thumb against it, making you stop. “It’s very distracting too.”

Sure,” you smirked as a naughty idea popped into your mind and you seized the opportunity.

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Kiss me with an unexpected, enveloping kiss that leaves me feeling like I swam into your soul. Show me what you feel. After all, I hear that lips are for communication.
—  B. E. Barnes