So one of the people on my street works for Sky TV and drives one of their vans. It has hannibal painted on one side which to be honest sets me on edge a little. It parks outside my house regularly as i don’t drive so don’t use that spot. 

When i come down for work at 5am i usually open the curtains to see what the weather is like. Some days im open them to see the house across the road. Others i open them to see this particular van outside with Hannibal staring into my living room. Sometimes i forget to close the curtains at night and when i come down for work at 5am i see this.

It is terrifying and you can’t escape it. You either have to live in the dark or live with this staring at you while you try to watch TV.

I go to make a brew and it follows me. I watch TV and its there. I close the curtains and my dog cries because she wants to sit on the windowsill and stare at it. 

I mean, is it reasonable to ask Sky to repaint a van because Mads Mikkelsen is staring me down when i try to eat my cornflakes?

The Naturalness of Skam

I’ve seen so many things about how realistic Skam is and I feel really passionate about this subject so here’s a little late night scribble for you.

I’m from Finland but I watch the show in Norwegian because it’s so similar to Swedish that I understand it. But even though I can’t know what exact words norwegian teens would use etc, they way the characters speak and communicate seems very familiar and normal to me. Also even though the miscommunications are setting our teeth on edge (but I mean we love it), that happens in real life too and like what is so frustrating about Even not replying to Isak is that we’ve all been there. We’ve all send a risky text and panicked and maybe overanalyzed for not getting a reply. It’s so realistic and so easy to relate to.

Honestly the thing which  fascinates me the most and dragged me into the show was the fact how realistic it is (I feel like I’m over using the word realistic but oh whale). I think that Finnish culture is pretty similar to Norwegian culture so all the things they say and do, and how they behave it all feels very normal. 

Also perhaps my favourite thing is the way the characters look and dress - they look so natural and the fashion is very much something you’d see on people. In so many shows teens are portrayed by 20+ people. For example in Gossip Girl the actors were all in their 20′s as they began filming and the characters were 16 going on 17 but the actors looked nothing like it. The characters in Skam are portrayed by real teens and they look so natural and we can see their spots and imperfections what are what makes them so real. And the way they dress? I have many friends who dress up like Eva or Noora and one friend who dresses a lot like Vilde. The kånkens, beanies, scarfs and coats are very much the way people dressed up at my school and very much what I see out on the town. One thing that makes the style seem so real too is that they use highstreet shops like bikbok or h&m - shops that these characters would be able to afford realistically. It’s not like in many tv shows when kids turn up to school wearing head-to-toe designer outfits. And they recycle and loan clothes from their friends too! They actually reuse outfits which I believe is so rarely seen on tv.

 For someone who is close to the age of the characters (97) all the things that are being said, all the things that are happening and simply the way the characters are and behave is so very real that it got me hooked up right away. It’s like having a bit of a gossip with you’re friends - you’re seeing and hearing all these things that are happening to the characters but it could easily be someone you know from real life.

Me, a category theorist:

Hypothesis: elementary category theory is the mathematical version of “me, an intellectual”.


You: the empty set

Me, an intellectual: the initial object in Set.

You: nullspace of T

Me, an intellectual: equalizer of T and the zero morphism between its source and target (in a category of vector spaces)

You: natural numbers

Me, an intellectual: a natural numbers object

You: a Nötherian ring

Me: a Nötherian object in the category of rings

You: Lie groups

Me, an intellectual: Group objects in the category of smooth manifolds.

You: A poset is a set together with a reflexive, asymmetric, transitive relation.

Me, an intellectual: A partially ordered set (or ‘poset’) is a category having at most one morphism between any two objects.

You: A diagram (of sets) is a directed graph where the vertices are sets and the edges are functions.

Me, an intellectual: A diagram in Set is an object of the functor category Set^J for some indexing category J.

Hey guys, that ad that ends with a school shooting kind of set me over the edge and now a lot of you guys are reblogging it, and I just want you to know that I’ve never before considered something a trigger for me but I think that makes the list because I was shaking so badly after I watched it and my heart was pounding so hard it was actually hurting me. I’ve had too many horrific nightmares about that kind of thing, I really don’t need to have something like that there. I know it’s supposed to make you feel disturbed, but I don’t know if people realize just how mentally shaken it can leave some people.

Please tag it or something, please.

And if any of you are sensitive to that kind of content, please be aware of how the ad ends, it seems like an innocent sweet school romance between two kids writing on a desk but it does end with a school shooting, calling people to be more aware of people around them and trying to spot warning signs. 

I don’t want any of you to feel how I felt when I watched that for the first time. 

I know that it’s important, and a real issue that needs to be confronted, but I also feel like some people could really do without seeing it. 


We all noticed the Omelas sign but there’s also a no vacancy sign and they’re clearly at a motel (Yoongi manages to look fine as hell whilst brushing his teeth). Something about the setting of this video puts me on edge. First the dead beach and deserted fairground and now a creepy motel. What next?

anonymous asked:

Hey I really wanna hear... more of your thoughts on ENFJs who are not 8s thank youu darling

theyre ok

i dont rly like enfj 2s cause…. the reason should be obvious. probably sp blind

enfj 3 is just Too Much because theyre probably so and so3=no

enfj 4 exists and is probably an sx dom but is extremely rare. like cryptid rare

enfj 5 is 99% of the time an infj, 1% of the time a disintegrating eight. they MAY exist.

enfj 6. six=no for me most of the time, cause…… sixes being constantly unsure of everything sets me on edge and dom fe would constantly be worried about everyone probably. ew

enfj 7 = probably dead soon, probably also so, aka no thanks

enfj 8 = ok hand sign ok hand sign

enfj 9: the average enfj. tolerable. dont like it when they say no fighting. but otherwise a cool

enfj 1: 9/10 will probably kinkshame me

I'm sorry

I’m a shit person. I didn’t know what I was doing hurt you. I apologize. I hope you forgive me.
I just wanna kill myself now. I’ve already cut and this set me over the edge.
Goodbye, I hope you all will just forget I exist.



anonymous asked:

Okay I'm the anon with the epilogue title thing when I said #pleasure I meant fluff not smut I reread it and realized what it sounded like 😅😅 ((also that gif you answered with is setting me on edge like is there not a happy ending because I stg you're gonna hurt all of us like this why))


Nah fam, we totally got you! Don’t you worry your pretty little head, part three drops TODAY! You get to find out what happens soon!

– Cass

Is it bad that even after Triptych, hearing Kevin’s voice still sets me on edge? I froze in place, wide-eyed, holding my breath when he began speaking post-proverb. He genuinely terrifies me, even though I hold some sympathy toward him. Kudos to @kevinrfree for always walking that line between sympathetic and frightening perfectly! I can’t imagine anyone else filling those blood-soaked shoes

I was at a family gathering today (it went really well besides this btw!! I had a lot of fun) and I’m not really sure why but the conversation kept going into csa/child abuse/trauma, which set me on edge enough as it is, but then my brother started going through and talking about past teachers/schools, which is my biggest trigger atm, and I was like.. just vibrating in place while sitting next to my brother’s grandma (who’s a very good child psychologist, and knows abt my anxiety, so who knows what she was thinking) and trying to start crying, my eyes were fuckin watering, I was so close to a full on panic attack and as soon as I left I burst into tears in the car. And like… it was really fun besides this,,, but I wish I could just shoot the shit about school without panicking.


 Here it is! I’m sorry it took so long sweet! Much love and I hope you like it! <3 <3 <3

Ready To Go – Part 2

Brendon’s warm breath spread over my shoulder as he moaned, his hips snapped, sweat glistening on his perfect face, his hair flopping everywhere, brown eyes meeting my own through his fevered breathing. I gripped onto his back tightly, my nails beginning to dig into his back, scratching upwards harder than I had planned, I expected him to stop but he just groaned loudly in pleasure, his head back, eyes rolling, my stomach so tight I could barely contain myself.

“Jesus baby!” He growled slightly, gripping my hips tightly as he gave one last hard set of thrusts throwing me spiralling over the edge.

“Brendon!” I yelled, gripping tightly, scratching again without realising, feeling myself tightening around him, arching my back up against him, gripping desperately, yelling out in pleasure.

“Fuck! Y/N!” He moaned out in pleasure, low in my ear, I felt him throb hard inside me, cumming hard, both of us shaking in pleasure, he rode out both our highs, his head lulling into the crook of my neck, we both panted for a little, clinging to each other like we might lose each other again. He had just got back from a tour with Panic! The band had taken off and he seemed to always be away now, I think we both needed that out of our system. He rolled off of me, panting still, flopping onto his back.

“I need a cigarette.” He chuckled, sitting up and reaching for his jeans, I knew they likely had a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in the pockets.

“That’s a bad habit babe… and don’t smoke in my room!” I teased, he raised an eyebrow as he held one in his mouth, lighting it up anyway.

“Ah ah ah, technically this is my room too.” He lit it up and took a long pull, slumping back on the bed, we’d been together a little over a year now, I was in college and he was touring or recording most of the time, it was rare for us to get time together. The perks were he was renting an apartment, near my college, that I was living in, it took a lot of worries off of my shoulders, even though I hated relying on him financially. Their first album had gone insanely well and now they were working on the second, Brendon and Ryan were writing it together but this weekend he was all mine for a change. He closed his eyes as he smoked, running a hand through his hair, it was so much longer now, styled out so it covered his eyebrows, he looked so cute with it.

“Of all the habits you could have picked up it had to be smoking.” I grumbled, shuffling closer to him on the bed, snuggling against his chest.

“Oh Shhh it you, I smoked weed before anyway.” He exhaled deeply, smoke curling from his lips, his fingers dancing small circles on my arm, it felt so good to be with him again.

“I’m so glad you’re home.” I mumbled, feeling him pull me closer, putting his cigarette in the ash tray and pulling me in with both arms.

“Me too, I hate leaving, I wish you could come on tour with us.” He kissed my neck gently, his skin warm against my own.

“Me too Brendon… but I have to finish college first.”

“I know, you wanna get your college degrees and stuff first, and so you should. I know how much you hate relying on people for money.” He tickled my side gently, I couldn’t help but giggle, wriggling in his arms. “My miss independent over here.”

“I don’t want people to think I’m with you for money. That’s all, I want to show I can support myself.” He nodded to me, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips.

“I know, and that’s fine by me. You do what you gotta do. But this weekend you’re mine ok?” I nodded eagerly, huddling close to him. “Now let’s watch a movie or something.” I nodded, he chose a stupid movie to watch in bed, disappearing and coming back with snacks, his intentions to stay in bed all day were clear.

We settled for a stupid predictable rom-com, we loved watching them together and laughing at how stupid some of the story lines were.

“You know we shouldn’t really laugh, how we got together was pretty cliché.” I laughed, it was the typical romantic kiss scene on the screen.

“Well yeah I guess it was. The while best friends falling in love.” He looked down at me, pressing a kiss against my hair. I felt his warm hands on my back, holding me close to him, the movie kept playing as we cuddled up in bed, I’d missed him so much while he was on tour. He nuzzled into my neck, mumbling cute compliments into my ears, telling me he loved me, how I was beautiful, I looked up, meeting his dark puppy dog eyes, gazing down at me.

“I missed you.” I whispered, leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, he smiled back, stroking my hair out of my eyes.

“I missed you too.” He mumbled as I climbed out of bed, slipping on my silky dressing gown to grab my perfume from the bathroom. After picking up my perfume I came back in, I smiled as I spotted the picture frame of us on top of a shelf as I was spraying my neck, I couldn’t resist tiptoeing up to pick it up, I turned round, Brendon was leaning on the headboard, hand rested his chin, biting his lip.

“What?” I asked innocently, realising how short my dressing gown was, it was only just covering my butt so I was guessing when I leaned up lip that it showed quite a bit more.

“You… you’re so sexy.” He groaned, leaning forward on the bed, I noticed the bulge in his boxers as soon as he moved. “You make me think bad thoughts baby.” He groaned, his voice husky, it sounded so dark and sexy, I hadn’t heard him like this before.

“Oh really, what thoughts are you referring to?” I teased, his eyes changed, unsure now, like he was contemplating something.

“What’s wrong?” I stood at the end of the bed, touching his cheek gently, he blushed, rubbing the scratches on the back of his neck.

“Well… I… umm… I wanted to ask you something.” He stuttered out, running a hand slowly through his hair.

“Talk to me baby.” I kissed him gently, stroking his cheek, leaning down to his lips.

“Well… do you ever wanna, try, new things?” He blushed as he spoke, sitting back on the bed, I tilted my head.

“What do you mean ‘new things’?” I smiled sweetly, perching on the end of the bed, I was intrigued by what he said, wanting to know what was going on in his head.

“Well… umm…” He blushed, his eye contact from me shifting to the bed sheets, I couldn’t resist touching his cheek gently, pulling his face up to face me.

“Tell me what you’re thinking baby.”

“I, um, I wanted to try, some more, like, kinky stuff.” His cheeks flushed pink, he looked so cute and nervous, I giggled, I had to admit I kinda did wanna try stuff like that.

“Actually, yeah, I do, what… kinda things did you mean?” I shuffled a little closer, biting my lip gently.

“Well, like… tying you up or blindfolding you, choking you, spanking you, me being dominant over you, I don’t know, you scratching or biting me, kinda, hard. God I sound like such a weirdo.” He sighed, shying away again.

“No! You don’t at all, I kinda, did want to try those things, they seem like they would be hot.” I giggled playfully, biting my lip, still wearing my dressing gown as I wriggled on the bed.

“Really?” He seemed to surprised by me saying that, I nodded, kneeling in front of him. “You want to? Like where do we start?” I shrugged, I didn’t know either, I had no clue at all.

“Well, I guess we just start with, kissing? And then we just go from there.” I giggled slightly at my own naivety, I smiled when he joined in, pressing his lips to mine gently, pulling me against him by my waist. He slid me into his lap, his hand ghosting over my legs, touching the bare skin, his tongue forcing my lips apart, stroking mine, his hands moving up my back and into my hair. He growled slightly against my lips, his hips grinding up against my ass, pulling me against him, loud growls filling my ears, driving me crazy, I held onto his shoulders, gripping him slightly. He held me close, I felt myself melt into him as he caressed my back and neck, rubbing all the spots he knew I liked, moaning into his mouth, he chuckled against my lips, gently pushing me off of his lap and standing.

“C’mere.” He teased, biting his lip at me, I complied, standing in front of him, his eyes changed, a flecks of black crossing his deep brown irises, he looked down at me, biting his lip as he pulled me closer. The tie of my dressing gown dangling loosely in front of me, I felt his hand pulling me closer by it, looking down at me, twirling the light coloured tie around his finger.

“You like this?” I tried to be sexy, swaying my shoulders slightly, biting my lip as I gave him innocent eyes, it seemed to get to him, his fingers sliding up my stomach and chest slowly, ending in my hair, playing with it between his fingers, like he did my dressing gown tie.

“Oh I like it, but I think it would look much better off.” His eyes raked up and down my body, eyes meeting mine finally, sliding his hand into my hair more forcefully. “Take it off.” He ordered me, his voice dark and commanding, it sent a shudder down my spine, I obeyed him, beginning to untie the string, letting the front of it fall open, he bit his lip, fingers curling in my hair slightly, the pulling sending another shiver through me. His free hand forcefully yanked it down my arms, letting it fall to the floor, smirking as he looked, nudging me back he pushed me onto the bed, sitting me down in front of him. He stepped back, pushing his boxers down his legs, kicking them off and standing in front of me.

I was so turned on already, the way he was looking at me driving me insane, I couldn’t handle this, this whole dominant thing was too much for me.

“You wanna make me feel good baby?” His tone slightly teasing in my ears, making me shudder as his hands slid back into my hair, I nodded, biting my lip as our eyes met, he stepped closer to me, his cock just in front of my face, he looked down smirking. “Go on then baby, make me feel good.” I complied, sliding my lips down over him, moaning as I felt him hard in my mouth, he moaned out too, watching my head bob up and down against him, biting his lip. He left me to my own devices at first, simply watching and moaning as I swirled my tongue over the tip, pushing my head down all the way the right back up again, I kept teasing intentionally, moaning so my mouth vibrated against him, he growled at my agonizingly slow pace. I felt his hand slip to the back of my head, gently guiding me into a faster pace, spit beginning to build up in my mouth, he started only guiding me but I began to feel his hand push harder, gripping my hair. I couldn’t lie I was actually enjoying him controlling it, him hitting the back of my throat making me moan out, he growled, beginning to move me more aggressively, gripping my hair tight. He stopped, me moving his own hips instead, he moved fast and hard, gaining moans from me as I gripped his hips, I gagged a little but it only seemed to spur him on, hips moving fast and hard. He pulled out suddenly, looking down at me biting his lip.

“Lie down.” He growled, I complied, he took one of his ties and fastened it round my wrists, shifting them so they were tied to the head board of the bed, he continued on, taking one of my black scarfs. “Lift your head baby girl.” I did as I was told, he fastened it around my eyes, I couldn’t see at all, feeling his hands slide over my skin, it felt so intense without my sight, I was so turned on by all this.

My body was on fire, tingling as he touched me, I couldn’t see so all I could feel was his hands, I was on my stomach, head turned to the side as he caressed my back and thighs, I gasped loudly when I felt his hand slap down on my ass hard. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time, the pain of it driving me insane, he did it again, harder this time, and again, I was a whimpering mess on the bed by this point, he kept touching my clit, sliding hid fingers inside me, rubbing my sweet spot, before pulling them back and slapping my thighs again.

“Please Brendon.” I gasped wriggling on the bed, he chuckled, his hands gripping me and flipping me onto my back, he shifted on the bed, I didn’t feel anything until his tongue licked one long strip up my clit, it felt amazing, I needed more so badly.

“You like that?” He licked again, lapping furiously for a few seconds before I felt him sit up, I was a quivering mess on our bed by this point.

“I need you.” I begged, he gripped my hips viciously, his hands squeezing my sides, yanking my down the bed so he pressed against my entrance, rubbing up and down slowly.

“Beg me for it girl.” He growled loudly as I lay on the bed, my arms pulled tight from the bar the were tied to, I whimpered on the bed as he inched inside me, pulling out almost instantly, my back arching. “I don’t hear you wanting it.” He teased, fingers running up my stomach slowly, watching my body tense and writhe as he stroked my flesh, unable to reach up to grip him, eyes covered by the black scarf tied over my eyes.

“Please! Please Brendon, I want you.” I whimpered desperately, writhing against the restraints on my wrists, he leant down to my ear, biting my earlobe softly.

“What do you want?” He whispered, biting again gently tugging on the flesh there, I shuddered desperately, my head lulled back gasping in pleasure.

“Just fuck me already!” I pleaded, he chuckled darkly groaning as he slammed into me, gripping my hips hard as his hips built up to a fast rhythm, growling above me. He held my arms taught as he moved, his hips slamming fast and hard, leaning above me as his hips moved, I could hardly move, my hips lifted up in his strong grip, his teeth gritted as he moved, clearly enjoying the pleasure, this whole dominance thing suited him, he’d slipped into the role quickly. The way he was behaving was so aggressive and intense, hands gripping at me, I could feel the warm stings on my thighs from his hands coming down against my skin, pulling my hair in fistfuls, the already dark bruises from his bites, I knew I’d be a bruised up mess tomorrow but it was way worth it. The insane pleasure I had gotten from all this was so intense, he seemed to enjoy me doing much of the same, biting and scratching the flesh of his neck and back, growling darker, more animalistic, I could barely think. I came back down to earth, his groans on top of me driving me crazy, hips snapping hard and fast into me, he leant down, kissing my neck slowly, biting it a little, I took this is an opportunity to get back at him, sinking my teeth hard into the side of his neck, applying the same suction he had done to me. He growled loudly, throwing his head back his grip on me tightening as his thrusts sped up, I pulled my mouth back moaning loudly, tensing my arms against my restraint again, my back arching up against him, knowing I had left a mark even though I couldn’t see. I felt a hand move to the back of my head, pulling the bow on the scarf undone and practically tore it from my face. His manic eyes met mine, lusty and dark, his mouth hanging open as he moaned out, his hips bucking desperately on top of me, I could hardly breathe through pleasure.

“What was that huh?” He asked darkly, slowing down so he could meet my eyes, pulling my lip in between his teeth, I whimpered in pleasure as he moved, biting my lips at him, his hand slipping up to my throat, taking it in his hand. I felt him squeeze slightly, cutting off the blood for a moment, the rush shivered through my body, I could barely cope with the feeling, it sent every other sensation in my body into overdrive, his grip tightening again as he leant down to my face, pressing a hard kiss to my lips.

“Brendon…” I gasped, choked sounds being all I could muster through his grip, my back arching right up, he kept gripping my hips, yanking me downwards on the bed to stop me from moving, it was such a turn on.

“Mmmm yeah you moan my name.” He groaned above me, his eyes closing in pleasure, body tensing up over me, I felt my body tingling with pleasure, light headedness sending me reeling in pleasure. I struggled against the ties again, being able to see him made me want to touch him so much more, I desperately wanted the freedom of having my arms again, he smirked at me as he watched, his still slamming against me. “You want those back baby girl?” He teased, one hand still resting on my throat, only squeezing lightly now, I yelped out in pleasure as he slammed into my gspot, god you would have never believed this boy was a virgin when we got together.

“Yes…” I whimpered between yells of pleasure, sweating on the bed, my hair a matted mess around me, his eyes met mine as he kissed me hard, finally releasing my throat, I sucked in a long intake of breath my head coming back from the clouds.

“Ask nicely.” His stern tone made me shudder in pleasure, whimpering as I felt my stomach tightening up, I was getting closer and closer every move he made, pain seemed to much sweeter when sex was involved, the two sensations definitely complimented each other well.

“Please Brendon… please please please, I want my arms back.” I begged under him, straining my arms against the ties again. He complied this time, stopping to reach up and free my wrists, I gripping tightly to his back, clawing his flesh as his hips began to slam into my again, hitting my spot over and over as one hand slipped under my waist, pulling me up so my hips angled. He groaned as I scratched his back, eyes fluttering, I was so close I felt my head clouding over again, my muscles focusing on the pit of my stomach, gripping desperately to his body, I wanted to feel his skin against my own, pressing against me, I felt myself tightening around him.

“Cum for me.” He ordered, biting down on my neck, his hips speeding up again, pounding against me, the bed slamming into the wall, I came undone at his command, barely in control of my own body anymore, I’d given it all to him.

“Brendon!” I yelled out, throwing my head back as wave after wave of pleasure hit me, shuddering as I tightened around him over and over, his name the only legible thing I mumbled, he was throbbing and twitching in pleasure, his groaning growing louder above me.

“Come on… one more for me… I want you to cum with me.” He growled out, panting desperately as he gripped my body, one hand in my hair, gripping it to hold me still, the other squeezing my hip hard enough to bruise. I came down from my high, another wall of pleasure fast approaching, my stomach winding even tighter than it had before, I felt my muscles tensing on the bed, fingers grasping at the flesh of his back over and over, a loud whimpering sound escaping my lips. “Fuck baby… I’m so close.” He gasped in pleasure, his head lulling back as the throbbing inside me became more prominent, sweat covering both our bodies, completely immersed in each other. He growled, giving me one last hard burst of thrusts, slamming into my gspot over and over, yanking my hair so my throat was exposed, his teeth biting down hard, I couldn’t handle it, I screamed out, pleasure overtaking me again, stronger this time.

“Fuck! Brendon!” I screamed his name over and over, clawing at his back desperately, almost certain I might have drawn blood on his back, he gave a low, feral growl against my flesh, throbbing hard inside me.

“Y/N!” He groaned muffled against my throat, feeling him release inside me, warmth filling my body, I whimpered in pleasure as I came down, his hips moving slowly as he let go of my hair, head tucked into my shoulder as he shuddered. I felt his back muscles under my fingers, slowly beginning to relax, he came to a stop, neither of us speaking or moving, just shaking against each other. Finally he looked up, smiling weakly at me, his hair covering his eyes slightly, I swept it away with my hand, gently stroking his cheek, all the aggression had melted away, he seemed so loving now.

“Wow Brendon.” Was all I could muster, my breath slowly returning to normal as he rolled off of me onto his side, he gently ran his hands over my body, stroking the red marks and light bruises dotted over my body. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

“I’m sorry… look at all these marks… I shouldn’t have been so rough.” He kissed me gently, continuing his movements, gently stroking my body, observing all the marks he had left on me.

“No… I liked it… it was way worth it.” I giggled slightly snuggling up to him, I couldn’t help by do the same, stroking the raised lines on his back from my nails, no blood thankfully so I didn’t have to feel too guilty, he did have a rather large purple bruise in the crook of his neck through. “Looks like I did just as bad to you. You have a huge hickey on your neck.”

“Shit really! Aren’t we seeing family tomorrow and we look like we’ve been kicking the shit out of each other.” He laughed slightly, pulling the covers over us on the bed, I cuddled up to his chest, nuzzling into his warm skin, I felt so tired now, so relaxed to be with him, he shuffled back to meet my eyes. “You can tell me if you didn’t like any of that stuff.”

“No…I did, trust me, I really did, you wouldn’t think you were a virgin when we got together hey?” I teased him slightly, earning a light chuckle, he smiled at me stroking my hair, his lips pressing to mine, so gentle and passionate this time, pulling me close to his body, hands caressing my skin, a small moan escaped him. He stood disappearing into the bathroom, I could hear water running, he came back in smiling at me, I had no idea what he was up to.

“What’re you doing babe? Come back to bed.” I sat up but he only perched on the end of the bed stroking my cheek.

“I’m running a bath for us, I owe you romance this time.” He kissed me again, I giggled playfully, so round three huh? This day in bed was suiting me just fine.

I hope you liked it! <3 <3