my eyes were in heaven

anonymous asked:

I know sketchyy-pencil makes fan art for the ship and well... I'm an angst whore D: can you please make an angst one shot where she cheats on you or something... To tie it with mysme lets pretend she is Jaehee and you are MC lmao

Fuck MC and Jaehee this story is about me and @sketchyy-pencil ( also if you want to send HCS for the ship I guess you can since this was really easy for me to write lmao) 


I never knew life would treat me this way. My life was actually looking great; I had an angel as a S/O, my job was amazing and I was finally happy. Hah. Life’s a bitch. I never knew taking my love to dinner would actually turn into the worst night of my life. During our dinner conversation I noticed she seemed distant. Hell she’s been distant for months. I thought it was her job stressing her out so I made sure everything was in place: having the apartment cleaned, making sure we have everything ready, and having a hot meal waiting for her. Yeah it was hard working and taking care of our home but she was worth it. She was worth my blood sweat and tears. She use to enjoy my cooking till gradually, she stopped eating my food. I already ate don’t worry or I’m not hungry  was the constant excuses she gave me. One night I even decided to run her a bubble bath but she yelled at me saying I was too nice to her. Her words did hurt me but I didn’t pay attention to it because I knew she was stressed. I didn’t pay much attention to her because at the time, I didn’t want our arguments to escalate.

During dinner, I remembered I asked her how was work and she simply took a sip of wine and told me “ I’m in love with someone else”. My heart stopped beating because I looked into her eyes and I knew she was telling the truth. I continue eating my food and told her to answer my question and she did. We didn’t talk much after. We finally made it to our driveway and I went to her side of the door and opened it for her like I always had. Now we are sitting on the couch acting as strangers. I was speechless because I was still trying to comprehend those six words that caused agony within me. I took a deep breath and looked at the floor “ How long was this going on? I won’t get mad at you I promise” I whispered. She ran her fingers through her hair like she always does when she’s nervous “ For 5 months now” she sighed. I cleared my throat and laid down at the couch “ I hope the person makes you really happy. You deserve all the happiness in the world my angel. I love you so much that I prefer your happiness over mine. So I understand why you cheated on me. I was no longer your happiness. I’m sorry for not being enough” my voice hitched.

I felt her eyes pierce through my skin and she started to cry while punching my shoulder “Why aren’t you crying ! Why are you not ha-hating me! Please hate m-me! You were enough you were more than enough! Fucking hate me! Tell me off!! Say you never want to see me again!! ” she screeched. I just laughed while she was hitting me. I finally looked into those beautiful eyes again “There is no point in hitting me angel. Your words already hurt me enough to where a bullet won’t even do shit to me. I might as well add that I can never hate you. I respect and love you so much that my ass will support you in every decision you made. I told you from the beginning, I will stand by your side even if you make the wrong choice. Even if it means you loving someone else.” I uttered. I stood up from the couch and kneeled between her. I grabbed her hands and gently kissed it for the last time. I closed my eyes for a quick second and I felt hot tears rolling down my face. I gazed into her eyes “ I need to know one thing. Just one thing. When did you stop loving me?” I managed to say. It’s easy to see her emotions through her eyes. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and it took all the strength that I had to not wipe her tears away. That was no longer my job no more. She decided to pick someone else for the job and that caused pain to ache into my bones. I felt her fingers try to wipe my tears but I slapped her hand away from my face. Her breath hitched “I ne-never stopped loving you” she whispered ever so gently. Her eyes were telling me the truth but I knew her heart was lying to her mind “Bullshit. You don’t hurt the people you love” I hissed. Tears were caressing her face ever so lightly. She grabbed my hand and forced her fingers to interlock with mine. She brought my hand to her lips and kissed it every so gently. I took my hand away from her and held her hand to my heart, “Remember way back then when we first started talking, you were so hard yet so easy to figure out. Your eyes showed me your soul and it captured my heart. You were my heaven and hell. I’m curious though, do you remember that long message I sent you because you teased me that I couldn’t be sweet?” I mentioned. She laughed and it sounded like angels singing to my ears. She nodded while cleaning her eyes. I fixed her hair because it was covering her face “I still mean every word from it” I stuttered while I got up and kissed her forehead.

She gave me a puzzled look while I went and grabbed a suitcase to pack all my clothes and belongings. It was a half hour later till I had my suitcases at the front door. She told to that she wanted to leave and I told her that I didn’t want to stay because I didn’t want to be surrounded by memories of her. She sat down at the couch and I went to her and outlined a cross to her forehead “I hope God gives you many more blessings and I hope you are happy with your new life and love” I said. She looked at me with fresh tears in her eyes and there was a lump in my throat. I was ready to leave but I stopped and looked back “I will never know where we went wrong but there is one thing that I know” I whimpered. I walked closer to her and I put my hand inside my right pocket taking out a blue velvet small box. I opened it revealing the engagement ring and placed it on the table in front of her. I examined the living room once last time and my eyes finally laid on hers “ I was suppose to give it to you after dinner. It doesn’t belong to me. It was meant for you so you can do whatever you want with it. Thank you. It was an honor having my heart broken by you” I said while tears were running down my eyes. I gave her one last look and walked away.

Goodbye my love.

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I ran down the stairs with the little belongings I had. I heard my name being yelled by her but I kept going down the stairs faster. I finally reached the lobby but she took the elevator and she tried to stop me from leaving. She went on her knees begging me to stay but I pushed her off me and told her to never put her pride down for anyone. I ran through the double doors and made my way through the streets. The cold air was burning my throat and I decided to look back at her for one last time but suddenly everything turned black…..

Fic Recs: High School AUs

Some of my faves:


1. Even When The Summer’s Passing By (honestlylemmejust) - It’s summer and Harry’s bright idea is to get his friends together to hunt for Bigfoot, and Louis tries not to find it hopelessly endearing.

2. All The Kids At School (They Were Wishing They Were Me That Night) (likeyouareinlove) - Getting voted ‘School’s Hottest Couple’ when they aren’t actually a couple complicates things a bit.

3. We’re Okay (scottmcniceass) - It’s funny, really, that their lives hadn’t intercepted before that point. That all it took was one little thing that set off a chain reaction of circumstances which led them all to each other. But it was for the best, really, because in the end, with each other, they were all okay. And if you asked them, the whole thing could be blamed on Liam sleeping in, for once in his life.

4. Want You More Than A (thecellardoor) - Falling in love with your step-brother’s best friend is a disaster enough. When he happens to be the boy everyone loves and you’re a nerd who wears sweater vests and cries during rom-coms, it takes it to a whole new level.

5. Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes (theboyfriendstagram) - A sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

6. I’d Burn This City Down To Show You The Light (you_explode) - Harry’s a sheltered rich kid and Louis’s a punk with a heart of gold. They meet when Louis breaks into Harry’s house, Harry obtains an instant and all-encompassing crush, and they spend the summer falling into a whirlwind romance.

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Stories About Our Sexual Adventures 2

Jane and I met in a downtown bar in a small Midwest town. Our first date had gone well and after a good night kiss, we went our separate ways. I so wish I would have fucked her that night, but since I wasn’t invited in, I thought the feeling was not mutual on her end. So, I was surprised when I heard back from her the next day inviting me over to her house for dinner over the weekend. Of course I said yes.

I’m glad to say that both of us never followed the dating rules. We always have and still do say whatever it is on our mind. For us, it works well and on those occasions when we end up having an argument or a fight, the make up sex soon after is even greater!

So I made my way over the Jane’s house Saturday evening with a bottle of wine in my hand. She answered the door and was wearing casual, nothing fancy, which I liked. After we finished our amazing dinner that she had cooked, we sat down in her living room couch just talking about stuff and getting to know each other. After a couple of bottles of wine, I think we were both tipsy and neither one of us made the first move. So after talking for a very long time, I found Jane to be a very nice girl with her feet firmly on the ground. She was, of course, gorgeous, tall (we both are about 6 feet) with an awesome body and cute tits, which I was dying to see. In my experience sexy gorgeous girls are not necessarily great in bed. One thing that I have come to realize with my past relationships is that sex is a very important in a relationship. I could not wait to get her naked and enjoy what she had to offer. I am a shy guy, and of course Jane was too much of a lady to make the first move that night. Don’t let that fool you folks. She is a lady in the street, but a horny slut in bed, and I love that about her!

So after we downed our last bottle of wine, I was tipsy, but she seemed to handle her alcohol well. She got up and said “I’m going to clear the table” and I said that I would help. Because I was a bit drunk by now, Jane just got up and went ahead and I was slow on my feet. She was gathering the dishes from the table and at that time I thought it was now or never. I slowly walked up behind her, moved her hair to the side to expose her neck, wrapped my arms around her belly and kissed her neck. She stopped what she was doing, turned around, wrapped her hands over my shoulder and kissed me. That was the first time, I ever felt weak at the knees when I kissed another girl and I am so glad that it was with a woman I would later marry. AS we are making out, I slowly move us towards the wall. Now keep in mind that this was in the dining room, the windows all-open and the lights all on so anyone who looked in this general direction could see us. I asked her if we should draw the curtains, and she said naaa. That was hot and I thought to my self “ Wow, she is an exhibitionist”, such a turn on for me that I got a hard on instantaneously and since we were so pressed into each other, I’m sure she could feel my hard on against her. As we were making out resting against the wall, every now and then I would go to her neck, kiss, nibble and sometimes lightly bite her neck. She was moaning ever so sexy that it was really turning me on. She was saying all the right thingsÉ So I took a step further, I stepped back and pulled her top off and undid her bra. As her bra fell to the ground I saw her tits. They were the cutest perky tits I have ever seen, her nipples were hard and pointy and I had to touch them. I touched them, sucked them and played with them. Turns out, I could not get enough of them. I am, pretty much a pussy guy, but since at that point in time her pussy was still under wraps, so I went to the next best toy I had available. She moaned and groaned so loud; it made me want to play more and more with her. I focused on one tit at a time and I could have sworn that she had an orgasm because at one point, she was moaning so loud and I could feel her legs tremble. Soon after, she grabbed my hair, pulled me up and said let’s go upstairs. I said Éok.

As she lead the way, all that was in front of my face was her cute swinging ass. Dam, I wanted to play with her so bad, I thought to my self. As we got to her bedroom, she practically ripped my clothes off and then I pulled down her pants with her underwear in one clean swoop. She smiled and then knelt and grabbed my jockeys and pulled them down. The bulge that was contained in my shorts sprung up right in front of her face. She reacted like she was surprised. Now, I know I am not big but I am not small either. I am uncut, little over 7 ½’ and thicker than average (she later told me that she had read guys of mixed race on an average have smaller penises and when she saw mine, she was just surprised and glad that it was not small). Once I stepped out of my shorts, she grabbed my cock with one hand and my balls with another. She looked up at me, smiled and then stuck her tongue out and ran her tongue all across my shaft. God that feels good I thought to my self. She then stopped, that tease I thought, and stood right up in front of me and kissed me. It was the deepest most passionate kiss I have ever had. Then she pushed me on to the bed and I got myself comfortable, my dick straight up in the air like a flagpole. She moved on to the bed, in all fours moved into position between my legs with a smile on her cute face. She grabbed my cock with her hand and stroked it down to pull the foreskin back. I was raised right, so hygiene has never been a problem and as she pulled the skin back exposing the head, her eyes grew big like a kid in a candy store and I think I lost her there. She buried her face between my legs and I could feel her tongue exploring the area of me between my ass hole and the start of my balls. Oh boy did it feel good. That is probably the least explored area of my body and she went straight for it. She must know what she is doing, I thought to my self. My eyes were closed and I was in heaven, but something told me that she was not done yet. She then moved up to my balls and took her time sucking and licking each one at a time. I was soo turned on that I started to ooze precum. She then stuck her tongue out and ran it from my balls to the underside of shaft tight to the tip of head and when she saw the precum at the tip, she smiled and licked it all up, swallowed it and then opened her mouth and took my whole cock in her mouth till her chin was touching my balls. Her head down, all into my cock, her hair to the side of her face and her back arched up ending in her sexy ass which was up in the air. I looked at her and it was the most gorgeous body I had ever seen. She continued slowly sucking me, each time taking my dick all in each time, her mouth felt so good and she was the best suck I had ever had. She is good at it and she must have done this before I thought. I like it when A woman knows what she is doing in bed, it just make the sex even more interesting when both are at play than just one.

She sucked me so good that night, and she got me to a point when I was just about to cum. I didn’t want to, I wanted to fuck her so I pulled her back. Now, I’m a guy who loves to eat pussy. I love having my face between a woman’s legs exploring every aspect of her pussy, taking my time running around in circles around her clit, flicking it with my tongue, and when I do make a woman cum, I love lapping her cum dripping from her pussy.  So I sat up, whispered in he ear “ My turn” and put her on her back. I got over her, kissed her and then moved down her chest and played with her tits for a bit, but was in such a hurry to get down to her pussy that I went for it. Back then she was not shaved yet and when I went close, the aroma of her pussy was heaven! I spread her legs, then her lips and then ran my tongue along the entire length of her pussy. She was so freakin’ wet, I loved it! I went from bottom up, to her clit and played with her clit with my tongue. Now, I like to be attentive and hear a woman as I am going down on her. The sounds she makes tells a lot of what they like and what they love. With Jane, there were a lot of sounds, and they were loud! She was a screamer and oh boy could she scream. As she was getting close to her second orgasm, I could just feel it coming on, she grabbed my head and pushed it deep into her pussy and I just kept going to town on her clit. She soon came and I saw her body twitch and hear her moan. If you ever had a chance to either watch my wife as she is cumming as someone is going down on her or if you’ve been one of the lucky guys fucking her, you would know what I mean when I say she is an awesome cummer.

I kept going two more times and after I had made her cum four times that night, she was exhausted and that is when I layed down and took my time lapping up the cum that was in her pussy, she tasted so good, I just could not get enough of her. After licking her up, I knelt in front of her with my head rubbing on the edge of her pussy, just as I was about to slide it in, “Do you have a condom? I’m not on the pill” Shit!!! I thought, I forgot to bring one! That was the most stupid thing I had ever done. “No” I said, with a stupid look on my face. Since both of us were not ready to take a chance, I was for sure and I know she was disappointed that we could not fuck that night. I moved and laid next to her. “It’s ok, Next time, we’ll be prepared” she said and with that she moved down to my dick. Again she grabbed it and started to suck me. Her mouth felt so good. If I have said it before, I will say it again, this woman can suck cock! Soon enough, I was about to cum. Now, I have had woman who love to swallow and then there are some who don’t. Till then, I didn’t know which one was Jane so I gave her a heads up, “I’m going to cum” I said to her. She heard me, the reason I know she heard me is that she picked up her pace. She sucked faster, and harder and deeper. Just as I felt it build up, I dug my heels in, grabbed her head and with each thrust of her head, I fucked her mouth, making her take my cock even deeper in her mouth such that I could feel the back of her tongue on the back of my head and that was the sweetest feeling any man can experience while getting blown by a woman who knows how to take it deep. I couldn’t take it any more and ArrrrgggghhhhhhÉ. I came so hard. I shot my load into her mouth. As she felt my cum, she slowed down, swallowed ever drop of my cum and continued to suck my cock, milking ever last drop of cum out of my dick. And as she finished, she came up to me and kissed me a quickie on my lips. That, was by far the best blowjob I had ever had!

Needless to say the next time we met, I had condoms, and we fucked eachothers brains out. She rode me like there was no tomorrow and after that I bent her over, pulled her by the hair and fucked her from behind till she came so hard. She eventually went on the pill and we didn’t need the condoms anymore. The feel of her warm wet pussy around my hard cock never felt so good. Even better was when I came in her. Ever since we first fucked over five years ago, sex has never been better between us. I think it must be her because ever guy who has fucked her, before I came into her life and all the couples we have played with, has always had a blast being sucked by her and fucking her. As always, I enjoy sitting back and watch her play, be it guy, guys or girls, nothing turns me on watching my wife pleasure and being pleasured by another person.

Meaning

We were so different after all
My blind eyes saw heaven in you
I wanted you to take me there
But my heart was already doomed
 
All i wanted was peace of spirit
And i found it in your mind
But my heart was already damned
And your heart shines like diamond

Im happy being a broken piece
You’re happy being the broken princess
I wish we all have fun
With that poetic and short life

In the end you will reach the stars
You will be the greatest
In the end i will hit the ground
In a street fight with knives

And we’ll still be happy by ourselves
Cause we’re just being ourselves.

The Valkyrie- Chapter 3

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You stood high on the balcony overlooking the starlight-soaked city of Asgard as raucous revelry echoed through Valhalla behind you. The night was crisp, the air sweet with the scent of wine and smoke.

Your swords had their their fill of enemy blood, your limbs sang with the ache of a battle well-fought. Tonight belonged to you and your sisters, for you have brought Odin victory.

Your sisters had gathered the bravest of the fallen warriors from the ragged battlefield and escorted them into the legendary halls, where the wine was ever-flowing and the pits always crackling with meat. The men had been brave in the face of death, but it was your refusal to retreat when all hope was nearly lost, your rallying of the troops and sweeping the fields with your tactical precision that turned the tide.

Nothing could ruin such a wondrous night for you. Not even Loki, who had just minutes ago whirled a tender, blushing nymph out onto your balcony and pinned her against the railing not 5 feet from where you were standing.

“Lovely,” he murmured, conjuring a blossom of starlight in his palm and tucking it tenderly behind her ear. “From the moment I saw you, I knew there was none lovelier than you.”

“We’re not joining the celebrations?” The nymph giggled. “The men have just started singing battle songs in honor of the fallen.”

“Leave the warmongers to their self indulgence, and hollow victories,” he muttered, kissing the hollow of her throat, his hand wandering up her thigh. “There are far sweeter things I would rather preoccupy myself with.”

“…But we’re not alone!” She squeaked, peering at you from over his shoulder.

He smirked. “Let her watch. We’ll give her a show so thrilling that she’ll realize there are more wondrous things in life than murder.” He paused, then laughed cruelly. “Nevermind. Who am I kidding. She’s Valkyrie after all.”

You ground your teeth. How wrong you were. Loki had managed to ruin your night. You stomped off in your spiked boots towards the celebration, before he managed to ruin it even further.  

Your sisters welcomed you to their table with a cool jug of honey ale. Without a second thought, you grabbed the jug and downed it to their deafening cheers.

“Another!” You cried, and your sisters roared and obliged..

It was late into the night when Odin rose from his gilded throne, scepter in hand. All of Valhalla fell silent as he began to speak.

“Valor! Loyalty! Honor!” His voice boomed through the air like thunder. “The qualities of a true warrior! In the eyes of your fathers, your forefathers, your brothers. You all have proven yourself WORTHY!”

The air was thick with electricity, and you shouted with your sisters until your throat was hoarse.  

“Tonight, I wish to honor a very special warrior. A Valkyrie I have trained since before she knew how to walk. She was instrumental to our victory today, and there is no one prouder of her than I.” Odin beckoned to you, beaming. Your sisters thumped their fists against your armor as you made your way to the throne. Odin grasped your hand, and raised it high, and the hall roared, tens of thousand of fists and weapons plunged high in the air. The air was alive, and for the first time, you knew what it meant to be truly happy.

“For such exemplary valor, for your unparallelled deeds in battle, you will be granted the highest honor ever bestowed upon a Valkyrie. Come here, my son.”

Thor slammed down his chalice of ale, and leapt over the table towards his father.

“Thor. My pride and joy. You have lead many of my armies to victory, and will be king of Asgard someday. I give to you the hand of this most worthy of Valkyries, so that you shall have dauntless, warrior sons. May your progeny strike fear in our enemies’ hearts, and may their seed scatter and prosper!”

“…Wait. What?” You spluttered, all the buzz from the ale gone in an instant..

Odin clasped your hand in Thor’s, and the hall erupted in cheers.

Thor frowned in confusion. “… Are we getting married?”

You could have been Captain of his guards. Master of his army. Of all the honors Odin could have bestowed you, of all the titles and power he could have granted, he made you his daughter-in-law. So you could breed him grandsons.

You wrenched your hand from Thor and backed away.

“Fearless in the face of death, yet a shrinking violet when faced with matrimony! See how she pales like the bashful moon.” Odin laughed, grabbing your wrist and yanking you back towards Thor. “Tonight, we drink to to their union!”

“NO!” You shouted, and the hall fell silent. You felt the eyes of all in Asgard boring into you.

Odin’s voice was low, and deathly quiet. “…I beg your pardon?”

You swallowed hard, heart pounding in your chest. “…No.”

“…I know you only ever had eyes for my brother,” Thor murmured, eyes soft. “But I am sure, in time, those feelings could change-”

Odin silenced him with a raised hand. “…Very well,” he muttered. “The Valkyrie has spoken. I offered her my eldest son. My one greatest treasure. And she has rejected my goodwill. Shamed me and my son in front of all the warriors of Asgard.”

Thor’s eyes widened in alarm. “Father, please-”

“So be it,” Odin growled. “So be it!” He jabbed his scepter in your direction, eyes ablaze with fury. “If you refuse to play your part in the great history of Asgard, then you shall be stricken from it!”

In an instant, you were seized by his guards.

“Let her deeds, her name be forgotten. Erased from the books, the songs, the monuments. Tomorrow, she shall be executed, and no one will remember her name.”  


“You love war. He loves war. You love disemboweling people. He likes bashing skulls.” Loki leaned against the amber force field of your cell, eyeing you intently. “You and my brother were a match made in heaven, literally.”

You said nothing, staring listlessly at the wall in front of you. It had been three days since you were to be executed. Yet no executioner came.

“I must say, I am impressed with you. No one stands up to my father. I never saw you as the type. I am bewildered though, at why you balked at his offer. Think of all the superpowered nephews I’d have. Thor would expect at least a dozen mewling little babes, a menagerie raining lightning storms and death upon my father’s enemies-

“-Go away,” You whispered hoarsely. “Why are you even here?”

“Being my father’s second favorite person after my brother, you have been, by default, my second least favorite person. But now that you’ve fallen from his favor, I feel compelled to save you any way I can. In all honesty, the easiest way to be pardoned is to marry my brother and give my father what he wants.”

“…What of my legacy? Will my honors be restored?”

Loki shrugged. “The archivists have been deleting your records; it’s taken them some effort, as there were many. I doubt the records will be reinstated, even after your release. But all hope is not lost; there’s still a good chance you could be remembered – as the mother of Thor’s children.”

You leaped to your feet and slammed your fists against the force field. “I would rather die!”

Loki studied you, his eyes bright with calculation. “I think I’m starting to like you, Valkyrie. Perhaps I could offer a solution to your current predicament.”

Suddenly, the forcefield to your cell was gone. Loki extended a hand to you, a devilish grin wide across his face.

“Forget Asgard. There is a universe out there, waiting for us to conquer. Serve me, and I promise you, we will become more than battle songs and bedtime stories. You and I, we will mold the universe to our will. We will truly become gods.”

TO BE CONTINUED <3

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Pregnancy Series #20 ~ He Talks to the Baby

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Niall (his pov) ~ A soft giggle escaped her lips as she watched me dig into the white colored sand underneath me. I was digging a big hole next to my towel, and two smaller ones above it. I let out a small chuckle at her expression when she realized what I was doing. With everything happening at the moment, Y/N and I both needed a break. And that was the reason why I brought her here to the beaches of Florida while on tour. 

The sun was streaming warm and happy in the hot Florida weather, the beach filled with people tanning and playing volley ball a few kilometers down the way. Harry’s beach house was behind us, and we were alone on the small stretch of sand. She was staring out at the dark blue ocean and the waves crashing on the shore. 

“See, enough space for mummy and baby. And boobs, too,” I said as I leaned back and placed the towel over the holes. Her giggling filled my ears and put a smile on my face.

“You’re such a dummy,” she mumbled, leaning down on the towel, putting her growing stomach into the hole. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips, finally not having to deal with the constant fear and pain of pressing her belly against the otherwise soft but harsh sand that she had been complaining about. I watched as she closed her eyes with my headphones filling her ears with some Green Day song. My eyes closed as well as the both of us were in pure heaven. 

“Hey! He-hey!” I heard behind me. Y/N continued to lie still, the music drowning out any noise. I turned to see Harry running down the sand from the house, and laughed at his hair bouncing and swaying in the wind. “Niall!” 

“What’s up, mate?” I asked, sitting up on my towel and pushing my sunglasses up onto the top of my head. He stopped running and put his feet on my towel, dancing around to avoid the hot sand on the bottom of his feet. Y/N picked her head up and pulled the earphones out of her ears. 

“Hi Harry,” she said as she pulled her stomach out of the hole. Harry laughed and sat on the sat beside me, taking a bottle of beer out of our cooler. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s my house,” he stated as he popped the cap and took a sip. “I wanted to come visit you.”

“Not me, right?” I asked, and he shook his head. 

“No, I don’t like you. I came to see Y/N and the baby,” Y/N gave me a cheeky grin and she sat up, running her hands over her big baby bump. 

“How is the little Horan?” he said, and I lied back down, knowing their conversation wouldn’t involve me. 

“They’ve been causing me a bit of grief the past couple of days, nothing unusual,” she shrugged.

“I wonder what they’ll be like,” Harry thought out loud. 

“I reckon, they’ll be a little angel,” I said, propping myself up on my elbows. 

“Sweet and gentle,” Harry said. 

“No, they’re going to be a little irish monster. I can see them now, causing trouble every where they go. I’m right,” she said. She pointed at me and said, “Loud and crazy, like you.”

I looked at her with a smirk and leaned over, moving away her cardigan, to place a kiss on her belly, despite it being covered in sand. Maybe she was right or maybe Harry and I were right, we didn’t know, but I did know that I couldn’t wait to meet my baby and see their personality come through. 

Zayn (his pov) ~ “C’mon, love. Here we go. Mum said this will help your back,” I said, helping her into the bath I ran for her. Since our kiss, things had been been better between the two of us, but we were still sleeping in different rooms. We would share casual kisses rarely and talk about our days more often. Now that she was in pain, she had come to me for help.

She sighed as she laid down in the warm water and I could tell that it was already helping her. “Can you stay with me?” she whispered. I nodded and kneeled beside the tub. She nodded and closed her eyes, sinking lower below the water.

“I’m right here,” I said as I gently moved the hair out of her face. “Feel any better?” I leaned towards her and kissed her forehead. Her hand reached up and touched my cheek, and I leaned into her small sign of affection.

A small smile appeared on her face, “the baby is kicking.” I smiled and reached my hand into the water to touch her stomach. “She doesn’t realize she’s too big to move around much anymore.”

I chuckled and noticed how beautiful she looked, as always. I scooped up some of the water and poured it over the part of her bump that was above the surface of the water. “Keep talking, Zayn, please,” she whispered.

I frowned, not knowing what to say. I had heard her speaking to the baby on many occasions, but I had never. “I can’t wait for you to come,” I said, doubtfully. “Just stay in there a bit longer.”

She nodded, approving, and gave me a small smile. I continued to pour water over her exposed skin and began speaking again, “I hope you’re like your mum; kind, beautiful, selfless, amazing… Mummy said you’ll teach me to swim, and I promise I’ll try. And I’ll paint with you and draw with you,” I looked up at Y/N and she was relaxed at the moment, hopefully no longer in pain. 

“Little one,” I whispered, “I’m so excited to hold you in my arms. I won’t even mind getting up in the middle of the night with you. I-” 

“I love you, Zayn. And so does she,” she whispered, her eyes only slightly open. I shyly nodded, having forgot that she was here to hear me. 

“I can’t wait for all of his, and I’m sorry for not loving her the whole way through,” I whispered before she sat up and kissed me.

Liam (his pov) ~ “Liam,” I heard her say softly, but I snuggled into the pillow thinking she was speaking in her sleep again. I felt her hand on my back and I groaned in annoyance. 

“Babe?” she said again, but this time her voice sounded a little upset and more urgent. I opened my eyes and rubbed them sleepily, letting them adjust to the soft light that found its way through the curtains. I rolled over to face her. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked, my voice raspy. Even in the dark bedroom, I could see Y/N bite her lip and her small shudders every few seconds. I quickly reached over to where she was sitting up against the head board after turning on the bedside lamp. I looked at her, and noticed her eyes were quickly filling up with tears. 

“Hey, hey- pumpkin? C’mon, don’t cry love. I’m right here,” I soothed, pulling her against my chest. I stroked her hair and she seemed to calm down at my touch. 

“I had another nightmare,” she whimpered. I cringed, knowing how awful her dreams could be. This wasn’t the first time she’d had nightmares- I’ve had them too. I continued to stroke her back as she cried onto my t-shirt. 

“You want to talk about it?” I asked softly. She shook her head against my chest, and I nodded even though she couldn’t see me do so. I already knew what it was about, anyway: either her being pregnant, or the adoption falling through. That’s what it was always about. 

Her sobs soon stopped, and she calmed down a bit. “Liam, can you tell me a story? Just anything? I just like hearing your voice,” she said shyly. I nodded, smiling.

“Like a fairytale?” I asked, and she nodded. I looked to the ceiling, trying to think of a story.  

“Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess,” I began. “Her beauty was spoken of throughout the lands. One day, a charming prince came to town. He had come to woo the princess and woo he did. They spent hours together. Hours became days. Days became weeks and the beautiful princess began to fall in love with the charming prince. Their love was spoken of throughout the kingdom. The charming prince took the beautiful princess to a shady meadow at the edge of the forrest. He began to tell her how much he loved her. He said if she loved loved him back…” I stopped when I noticed her breathing had slowed, and her soft snored became audible. I knew, then and there, that we’d be good parents. 

Harry (his pov) ~ Lately, sleep was a rarity for me. It should be her not sleeping, since she was the pregnant one, but it was the opposite. She had been taking the pregnancy really well; it looked good on her. She glowed, really. 

I rolled over to look at the clock on the table beside me. 2:13. I groaned and rolled back over. I didn’t know what was keeping me up; mum said it might be that I was stressed, but Y/N thought it was because I was excited for the bean. 

I smiled at my gorgeous wife sleeping. I ran my hand down her body under the covers, stopping at the middle of her thigh. Thoughts began popping into my head. What is our baby going to be like? 

“Maybe you’ll be like your mum, in every way,” I whispered, moving my hand up to the peak of her round stomach. “I hope you’re like her: kind, funny, beautiful, selfless… your mum is amazing- the love of my life. Maybe you’ll have her smile, or her gorgeous eyes. She’s hoping you have my curls.”

I smiled and closed my eyes for a moment, imagining our little girl running around the house. Her little voice and her little laugh. Her footsteps making her way to our bedroom and snuggling her way in between us in the middle of the night. 

“We can play together, and I can sing for you. You can have all the doll you want- or cars, if that’s what you like. Mum and I don’t care, you can be whatever you want in life,” I smiled, and opened my eyes. Her chest moved up and down with her steady breathing. She was going to be the perfect mother, I just could tell. My eyes then traveled down to the bump under the covers. No matter how many times I see the bean on the ultrasound screen or feel her movements under her mother’s skin, nothing will make them more real than when I finally get to hold our little angel for the first time or when I see her little face. 

“And when you’re older, your mum and I will support you always. Maybe you’ll ask about my tattoos and want one of your own, but something meaningful. I just want you to know that you will have a say in your life, not just us,” I said, looking to my wife’s face. I could barely see her, but the light peeking through the curtains cast a shadow over her. 

“Harry?” Y/N said groggily, barely above a whisper. She turned over, and opened her eyes slowly. 

“Shhh, go back to sleep, love,” I whispered before kissing her forehead. She nodded, and pressed her palms to my chest. I ran my fingers over her brow, something which always calmed her down. 

“Two months,” she whispered as he head fell to my chest. I smiled and moved my hand to her back so I could pull her as close as possible with her bump in the way. 

“Not too much longer,” I whispered, closing my eyes and drifting off. 

Louis (his pov) ~ “The guest room is all set up for you, I’ll bring your bag up later. Go to bed, you must be exhausted,” I said as I walked into my house with Lottie. 

“I feel bad for not greeting Y/N, though,” she said, yawning. She had just flown in from America with a few of her mates, and the flight had taken a toll on her. “I’m excited to see her and the baby bump.”

I chuckled at my younger sister, who wasn’t so young anymore, as I carried her many bags to the bottom of the stairs. I pulled her into a hug, and as I released her, I said, “Thank you again, Lottie. I just don’t feel good about leaving her alone, you know?”

“I completely understand and I’m happy to spend some time with my favorite sister in law,” she laughed. I watched her until she rounded the corner and then went to look for my wife around the house. I had asked Lottie to come and stay with Y/N while I left for the last leg of the tour. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving her knowing that she could go into labor while I was gone. 

As I walked down into the basement, I froze halfway down the stairs, a smile growing on my face. She was in the pool, swimming across the length of it. I slowly walked closer and kneeled at the edge. “Midnight swim, eh?”

“Yes, I couldn’t sleep and I was bored,” she said with a smile on her face. I sighed, dipping my toe into the water. Being just over seven months pregnant with twins, she got tired easily bit could rarely get comfortable enough to sleep. 

“Sissy,” she tested me, knowing I would eventually give in. 

“I have to leave early tomorrow,” I sighed, sitting on the edge of a pool chair. She turned over and floated on the surface of the water.

“Sissy,” she repeated. I sighed again, and began to peel my clothes off until I was just in my boxers. She laughed as I jumped in and swam towards her. I held her in my arms and spun her around in the water. I pulled one of the pool floats into the water and helped her climb onto it, kissing her lips as soon as she was situated. 

“I can’t wait till they’re here,” I whispered, kissing her stomach. She smiled and pushed my wet hair off my forehead. “Hey little men, how’s it hanging in there?”

She laughed, and put her hands over mine where they rested on the sides of her stomach. “Don’t pop out too early, yeah? But don’t wait too long, we don’t want mummy to be too uncomfortable. But when you do come, I promise I’ll convince her to let you stay up late so we can watch footy. Then we can cuddle and watch manchester win, of course.” 

She smiled down at me, shaking her head. “Then we can play in the backyard with mummy- she’s a kick ass goalie. I’m sure she’ll let a few in for you two, though.”

“Lou, they won’t be able to do any of that for a few years,” We both turned to find Lottie sitting at the side of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. She laughed, “I’m a ninja.”

“I thought you went to bed?” I asked as I helped Y/N off the float and back into the water.

“Rocking the bikini, girl!” Lottie exclaimed, earning a wink from my wife. “I came down cause there was no blanket on the bed and I couldn’t find any.”

“Lou!” Y/N said, smacking my arm. “You said you set everything up for her!”

“Sorry,” I smirked as I dove under the water.

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Requested by anon: Sofias brudvals  Per Bredhammar. Text & Musik by Pelle Arhio, the wedding waltz of Prince Carl Philip and Sofia.

  • Älskling (Darling), the hard part is over. Rings and promises (vows) to remember. Älskling, we passed the test and now the party is waiting. So smile and try and relax. Only a silly small word, then you were mine. I saw my heaven in your eyes. Just a silly small word, then I was yours. We two, that feels so important. Large (great), right and scary, yet only slightly. We two, married for real, so be careful, you carry my life in your hands. Only a silly small word, then you were mine. And I’ll follow your tracks. Just a silly small word, then I was yours. Say, // (it’s either) ‘May I?’, ‘May I have this dance?’ or ‘Shall we dance’ // Come, come, come into my arms and let us dance, you and I. As, as, as it carries our name and you’re carrying/wearing mine, now as you said “Yes”. Sweetheart (actually meaning “heart”) how you seduce me, take me and move me, makes me so happy. Sweetheart, at some point hysterical, kind, funny and … (not sure about the last word). Come and drink the dew from my sheets. Only a silly small word…. [Refrain] Come, come, come into my arms and let us dance, you and I.(…) And you’re carrying mine now, as you’ve said “Yes” - The lyrics of the Royal Wedding waltz, Sofias brudvals.

“Jag såg min himmel i din blick. Vi två, gifta på riktigt så ta det försiktigt. Du bär mitt liv ut i din hand. Bara ett tok litet ord, sen var du min…”   

I translated it just a few weeks ago and since I’m still trying to learn swedish by myself, I tried my best. You can buy the song on itunes for 0.99 cent, either the wedding or instrumental version. x

“Making love”

Our clothes came off,
quick with excitement yet slow with desire.
The passion heated us up,
turning our flames into a fire.
Each kiss made it hard to breathe,
gentle but strong.
It made no sense at all,
so right but so wrong.
Your hand caressed my waist,
constantly drawing me in.
Your eyes were like heaven,
in the midst of our dirty little sin.
Sweat drenched our bodies,
from head to toe.
For all that hard work,
we had something to show.
Never before,
had I let down my guard.
Never before,
had I played that card.
But I knew in that moment,
that I would never get enough.
I knew in that moment,
why they call it “making love.”

—  somebody idk who, but I love it
Steamy Shower Time

Warning, this contains mature content and harsh language aka cussing so if you do not feel comfortable reading this, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. – Requested by anonymous – 

 Reader&Harry

Your POV:

With my feet propped up against the jet black coffee table and my slouching body leaning into the uncomfortable couch, I wait for Niall to get back to the our flat. Funny story, two months ago that crazy boy asked me to move in with him and you could guess how that worked out. He is a very persuasive person and who could say no to his beautiful face? But, the thing that made me really say yes was that we could have sex everyday and night. 

I’m just kidding, of course, I love him for just being himself. However, our sex life is exciting and wonderful. He would always be so sweet with his words but be the complete opposite with his actions. It drives me insane. Niall, himself drives me insane. Although, lately he has been in the studio for god knows what hours. On rare occasions, he would stay at the studio and not come home. I get it. Being an international pop-star is a hard ass job and I give the Irish lad some credits. Its just, I miss his kisses, his loud voice, his face in general. I miss his body and crazy personality. I, especially, miss his touches. The way his hands roam up, down, side-to-side, all over my body and caress every inch of my goddess-like body (that’s what he tells me). My hands (and dildos/vibrators) are getting tiresome and they do not feel the same, compared to Niall’s soft and large hands. Thinking about Niall makes me reach out for my phone on the coffee table and dial him up. It only rings for a few seconds until he immediately picks up on the second ring.

“Hi princess!” his Irish accent booms through the silent but cozy flat.

I look at my phone and put him on speaker. “Hi baby,” I smile.

“You called? Is everything alright baby girl?” he ask, concern laced in his deep voice.

I nod my head ‘yes’ even though he cannot see me. “Everything’s good…” I hesitantly say and clear my throat.

“Baby girl, do not lie to me. What’s wrong?” 

“Its just-” C’mon Y/N, just spit it out already! I take a deep breath in and Niall waits for me to speak.

“I really miss you, Nialler,” I finally breath out.

He sighs and lightly chuckles at my dramatic self. “I miss you too, baby. Very, very, very much.”

‘Y/N, just get to the point already!’ my subconscious yells at me. If you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of shy about telling Niall what I want at the moment because this is, honestly, my first time telling him that I wanted him home and just fuck me, hard. 

“No, baby. You don’t understand. I really, really miss you,” I blush. Thank the lord he cannot see my face because I bet I look like a tomato.

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the phone until he finally speaks. “Y/N, I am not getting what your trying to imply here,” he ask, confused. 

“Of course you don’t because I don’t know how to fucking say it!” my subconscious scolds me. 

“Niall, just come home, please. I need you,” I whisper. Hopefully, he heard me.

I think now he got what I was trying to say because I hear a little gasp and suddenly things become quiet.

“Niall, you there?” I ask with a wary voice. All of a sudden, I hear things being shuffled around and hear him yelling ‘I need to get home!’ and something like ‘The missus needs me!’  

“Baby, don’t worry. I am coming home now. Can you wait for about 30 minutes? “ he questions.

“I-I guess. Wait, Niall you can’t just walk out of the studio like that!” I stutter.

“Princess, you are more important and I haven’t been taking care of you. I haven’t been fulfilling your needs. So, that is what I’m about to do right now,” he confidently says. 

My jaw drops. I can’t believe he is actually serious, I thought. But then a little grin appears on my face. Before I hang up on him I say something I knew I would never say: “I can’t wait, baby.”


Why the hell am I still sitting on this couch? I haven’t moved ever since I called Niall and hung up right away when I said that last sentence. What even possessed me to say that?, I scold myself. I look at my phone to see what time it is. I guess I’ll take a quick shower so when he arrives home, he won’t tell me that I smell like garbage (Niall would never say that to me, even if it was the truth), I thought. Pushing myself off the couch, I head towards the stairs and go up to our master bedroom. I turn the handle to our door and walk straight to our shared bathroom. I open the door to our spotless, clean bathroom and slide the sliding door to our standing shower. I twist the knob to H so I could have a hot shower. Once I check the temperature of the water with my hand and it is right for me, I strip myself from my lounge wear which, included mostly of Niall’s clothing and step under the refreshing water. 

Niall’s POV:

I arrived to the building where mine and Y/N’s flat is in. I try to park my black Range Rover in any free spot I could find. Damn, did this many people really live in our building?, I question. After cruising around in circles in the parking lot, I finally found a parking slot. I pull my key out of the ignition and jump out of the car. I slam the door shut and sort of sprint/mildly run fast to the building. When I enter, I am greeted by the concierge at the front desk. He gives me a little nod with his cap and I give him a quick smile, After that little interaction, I rush towards the elevator and press the button, repeatedly. 

I tap my foot, impatiently and let out a frustrated puff of air. Once I hear a ding that the elevator as reached the Lobby floor and the doors open, I slip into the elevator. The repetition earlier with the pressing of the button, I do the same with the button for the 5th floor which, is the top floor. 

Fuck, this takes forever. Maybe next time I’ll take the stairs, I make a note to myself. The elevator makes another ding that it has arrived to my floor and make a quick exit and head toward the flat. I appeared in front of the door that goes into the flat, pull out my house keys and turn the doorknob. I push the door open and hear nothing but rushing water come from the master bathroom. Once I realize that my lovely girlfriend is occupying the shower, I smirk. I rush up the stairs and enter the master bedroom and to the loo. I burst through the bathroom and see the silhouette of her curvy figure. She is just standing there and humming a familiar tune. I could feel that my jeans become a little tighter than usual just seeing the outline of her sexy figure. So, I strip all the way down and open the sliding door to the shower. 

Your POV:

I turn around to see the glass door open and my gorgeous boyfriend standing there completely in the nude. All he does is just stands and stares at me. I stare back but I couldn’t help myself but take a quick sneak peek down at his little friend (well big friend, I should say) that was standing straight up. I look back up to see blue and lustful eyes staring down at me and that damn smirk. 

“May I join you, my missus?” he amusedly ask. 

I nod my head ‘yes’ and once he gets the confirmation, he instantly jumps right in. He closes the sliding door. He turns to face me and his hands head directly to my waist and mine land gently on his firm chest. He directs me backwards to go under the steaming water. Promptly, the water hits his hair and his voluminous quiff instantly dies down. I push back his wet air that landed against his forehead and smile up at him.

He smiles back and nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck. Wow, this feels good. Just being wrapped up in his strong arms and feeling safe and infinite love radiating off from him, I thought. However, once I feel him kissing against my neck, I know it will become more. He places kisses against my neck and up to my jawline. He starts to suck on a certain spot and I moan out of pleasure. I tilt my head more to give him full access to assault my neck and I feel him smirk against me. He starts doing the same thing, all over my neck, jawline, and collarbones. All of sudden, he grabs and lifts me up by the backside of my thighs and I gasp. He backs us up adjacent to the cold tile wall and looks straight into my eyes. 

“You’re so beautiful, my princess. You were sent from the heavens above and I was luckily chosen to look after you and love you with all my heart and soul-” he presses a teasing kiss to the corner of my lips, “-And I love you very much.”

His hands take their time to mender my body and lastly over the front of my crotch. With his thumb, he starts to rub my clit at a slow pace. I whimper out a ‘I love you too’ against his pink lips. God, this boy will be the death of me from his sweet words to his hands of wonder. 

“Oh fuck, Niall,” I moan. I place my hands onto his shoulders and dig my nails into them

“That good, baby?” he smirks.

I rapidly nod my head ‘yes’ because I do not trust my voice. 

He keeps rubbing my clit at a slow pace. But, suddenly he adds two fingers into my pussy. I arch my back against the tile and say a quiet ‘Fuck’ under my breath. All I can focus on was how his wonderful fingers is pumping and rubbing me in all the right places. 

“Niall, s’good for me,” I whisper in the crook of his neck. He speeds up a little faster and my walls start to clench around his fingers.

“Aww baby. Your close, aren’t you? I can’t wait until that’s my cock you’re clenching around,” he seductively whispers in my ear. Just hearing those words makes me clench harder and whimper a little louder. Niall pounds his fingers and rubs my clit vigorously. I can feel my peak approaching. I bring my hand up to grope one of my breast. Niall sees my interaction with my chest and we both moan in sync. 

“Goddamn, you look so fucking hot when you play with your tits like that baby,” he praises me. With those last words, I clench around his two magic fingers and come undone. I pant heavily from the immense pleasure of my orgasm and try to smile at Niall. He smiles back and lightly chuckles at the state I’m in. My breathing goes back to normal and I release the tight hold I put on Niall. His powerful arms still holds my thighs against the wall. He gives me a look I know too well and prepare myself for round two. With one arm and the wall supporting me up, he grabs his cock that his leaking pre-cum and starts to rub the head. He groans from the sudden pleasure he was giving myself and I sort of felt jealous. I grabbed his forearm to stop his actions and pout my lips and eyes. That should be my dripping pussy, not his hand!

“Yes, baby?” he smirks, knowingly what I want.

“I-I need you…inside of me,” I say barely above a whisper.

“What was that honey? You need my cock inside your wet, delicious pussy of yours?”

I only nod my head ‘yes’ because he can’t expect me to say that, right?

“Say it, baby girl. It’s not that hard,” he giggles at his own joke.

I take a deep breath in through my nose and breath out the words he was dying to hear: “I need your big cock, inside me Daddy,”

His eyes widened for a second until his eyes completely turn black. He deviously smiles and says, “With pleasure.”

With his cock lined up with my dripping entrance, he slams into me. I arch my back off the from the wall and claw his back with my finger nails. “Oh shittt,” I drag out the word. 

He starts to pound into me with all his will power and he puts my into a state of euphoria. 

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so warm and tight around me. You always feel fucking good,” he groans into my hear.

I take a good grip on his hair and slightly pull on the ends. From the moan I received from him, I could see that he enjoys when I play with his hair. Niall gets more louder by the minute and I can tell he is very close to his peak. So, trying to be the best girlfriend, I clench my walls around him and remove my hands from his hair to put them on his face. I grab his face and kiss him. Immediately, I swivel my tongue into his mouth and lap it with his. He moans against my mouth and his grip on my thighs become tighter. Oops, there’ll be bruises definitely there in the morning but who gives a rat’s ass? I clench stronger around his cock and he pounds more deeper into me. 

“C’mon Daddy, you’re almost there. Come for your baby girl,” I flirtatiously say. Once he hears me say that, he’s gone for. With one loud groan and one last sloppy thrust, he finally comes. He rides out his high and makes me reach mine which he succeeds in doing. We both lean on one another and catch our breaths. 

“Damn. We should have shower sex more often,” he says while kissing my nose.

I sigh happily and say, “We definitely should.”

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A/N: So this was my very first one-shot/imagine. I really hope you enjoy this! And if you want to help or give me some advice on what do to make my writing better or collab on writing a one shot just message me! Anyways, have a good day/night! - C 

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“You are my heaven…” His eyes were glazed with tears as he stood in the doorway. A saddened smile twisted at his trembling lips. “but maybe i’m your hell.” He tried to smile but it faded.