Notes: My hands slipped with this one. Fluff is always welcomed, especially with a cozy Jacob. Enjoy!
You smiled, happily tucked in the warmth of your bed. The air outside was cool and the sky was full of clouds, another better reason to not get out of it. There weren’t many times like this; where you could take your time from saving London from Starrick and the Templars, but you weren’t exactly complaning. Beside, Evie practically forced you to do so, who were you to question something? Your smile grow widely when you heard him and you didn’t even need to tilt your head up to know it was Jacob. His attempt to make no noise was unnecessary, since you knew him like your own pockets.
Also, his leather scent was unmistakable.
“Enjoying your little day off, love?” You huffed, moving to take a better look at him. Jacob was full dressed and armed, his top hat covering his eyes but there was a cheeky smile pulled over his lips, like he was amused of something.
Or someone, more appropriately.
“Very, mister Frye. You have no idea how much this bed is comfortable… A shame you can’t feel it.” His smile grow, by just looking at you. “It is indeed. Perhaps you could have show me, miss Y/L/N” “I think not.” You said, rolling on the other side of the bed. You bit yor lip, in a weak attempt to muffle your laughter. You loved teasing Jacob, he was a bit of… touchy, you learned and you cannot tell you didn’t enjoy his reactions. “Are you ignoring me, love? Do I have to be offended?”
You hummed, playing with a lock of your hair. Suddenly, he was pinning you hunder his weight, making you squeak with surprise. His hands were blocking gently your wrists and his eyes were running hungrily all over your body.
You bit your lip. “I thought this was my day off” “It was. Beside, I’m starting to get cold. Maybe you could help me getting warmer, love.” A devilish smirk appeared on his lips, making him look more bloody attractive. You never complaning when he was near to you, both of your bodies easing the friction within each other. You felt the arousal growing in your lower belly, almost painfully. He pressed his lips all over your face, his hands running over your body. “Don’t you have some errands to take for, Jacob?” He nuzzled his nose in the crook of our neck, breathing your scent. “They can wait” “But…” He interruped you, taking your lips in a hungry kiss. He was still over you, his hands slowly removing all the unnecessary clothes and fabric that were between the two of you. You gave up, your mouth melting aganist his, your bodies tangled to each other’s.
It was a rare privilege, taking a day off. But if there was also Jacob with you, helping yourself getting warmer, you weren’t complaning.
But here’s a pack of motivational wallpapers~ these dimensions are for an iphone 5(c/s) I believe. As you can see, my love for pastels in graphics is still going strong, as well as my love for icons ehehehe~ I’m planning on releasing a sticker pack soon, so you have that to look forward to as well!
There is another reason for all the wallpapers: THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS! I love each and everyone of you, and thank you for the random sweet messages I get! They always make my day! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
So my pal @cousinjared tagged me to post the music i’m into right now!! (I’m waiting for your playlist btw)
The soundtrack for Sing Street is so amazing and if you didn’t watch it, I definitely recommend it!!
Then well I should have posted all the Foals songs cause yes i’m obsessed again by them.
Kinda re-discovered Oasis and The Cure and I can’t stop listening to them (also i basically listen to supersonic everyday but there’s just the live version on spotify mmh)
Some new stuff which I really enjoy like Temples new one (nice guitar sound and pretty catchy!) Cw one is really rock and roll and makes me want to start a moshpit, way it goes is perfect for driving time and Justice ,well, if this doesn’t make you dance with that funky bass line, you aren’t even a human being
And eventually my enemy mac demarco who I hate but still listen to his songs
request by anon: Henry/Elizabeth + forbidden fruit modern au (à la The Thorn Birds)
come, follow me on the road of disgrace. all that was, all that ever will be, is gone.
one of the rare (if not the last) noble roman-catholic families in england. a great estate but an empty purse. a burden on the shoulders of the family’s last heir. e l i z a b e t h . charity has always been in her nature, kindness in her heart, God essential to her life. the loss of money or regard could be handled, but not the loss of faith. her penniless church’s parish needed a shepherd. a true man of faith can not ignore the call for help from a lost lamb. the white collar around his neck may one day turn purple, but for now the missionary only prayed for lands hospitable to his sermons. after 5 years serving the Lord in France, England sounded almost like an early retirement. he felt like Saint Sebastian the second he laid eyes on her. an irrepressible life and latent death penetrating each of his limbs. he was a s i n n e r . he had read about sin and punishment in many books, but now understood it for the first time. and she was the a p p l e .