this is a precious sight

Bad Days

In which Harry and Y/N are a little too busy for loving

Y/N was tired, stressed, frustrated, miserable and lonely, she really shouldn’t be feeling lonely. Y/N has the best boyfriend, anyone would be lucky to have someone like him, but he came with a baggage, she knew this was going to happen. She knew he would be busy and his world couldn’t revolve around her, she didn’t expect it to, but she felt like was no longer a priority in his life.

With Harry gone doing promos for Dunkirk and his album and on top of that Y/N has her studies with finals right around the corner, she couldn’t remember the last time they spent a decent amount of time together, apart from when they were asleep.

“H, are you home lovely?” Y/N called as she walked into their shared flat but of course she got no response. She wasn’t surprised she expected this, but however she was disappointed. She really just needed a cuddle or two right about now.

A loud sigh escaped Y/N’s lips as she trudged into the kitchen to make herself a cuppa to calm her nerves after such a tiring day.

“Petal, didn’t hear yeh come in” Harry stated as he walked into the kitchen to find his girlfriend.

A loud shriek left Y/N’s mouth as she turned to find Harry staring at her with an amused look on his face due to her reaction. “I didn’t expect you to be home” Y/N grumbled as she shot him a dirty glare which he didn’t quite catch.

“No need t’ be grumpy now pet” Harry muttered as he wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and pulled her closer.

Y/N let out a loud huff in response. She really wasn’t in the mood for Harry to be calling her grumpy, she felt angry. Who was he to be calling her grumpy she thought to herself, and maybe he would know why she all grumpy if he was home.

“What’s got yeh all grumpy anyway pet?” Harry questioned as he placed a soft kiss to her neck

“Well maybe if you were home more you would know” Y/N snapped back while shrugging Harry’s arms off of her body.

“Hey now, tha’s not fair yeh know how it is for me” Harry calmly spoke, he didn’t want to fight, he hadn’t spent a fair amount of time with his girl in weeks and all he wanted to do right now was curl up with her and sleep.

“I’m not in the mood for this.” Y/N muttered as she stormed out of the room.

A frustrated sigh left Harry’s lips as he rubbed his hands over face. He knew he had been neglecting her due to all the promos he’d been doing but he thought she understood, he thought she was okay with it, he’d assume she would’ve let him know if otherwise.

Harry let out a loud groan as he dug the palm of his hands into his eyes, he’s been so tired and frustrated, he really didn’t want this and he doubt he even has the energy to handle fighting with his girl right now.

Harry was overwhelmed, he’s been so overwhelmed with work, he barely got time to sleep. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a full eight hours of rest. He’s on the verge of a break down, he can feel it and all he needs right now is Y/N’s comfort but he knew there was no way he was getting that, not anytime soon at least.

Harry let out a load groan as he grabbed the cuppa Y/N had made for herself and dragged himself up the stairs in an attempt to apologize to Y/N

“Y/N, baby?” Harry softly called as he walked into the bedroom to find his girl curled up under their sheets asleep with her face nuzzled into his pillow. A small smile played upon Harry’s lips as he admired the precious sight before him.

Harry gently placed the cup of tea on Y/N’s bedside table. Harry began tugging off his pants and removing his shirt before slipping into bed with Y/N as he was careful not to wake her.

Harry could feel Y/N stirring beside him as slowly and carefully climbed into the bed. 

“H?” Y/N questioned her voice laced with sleep as she squinted her eyes trying to adjust her eyesight.

“S’just me pet” Harry rasped as he laid next to her. He carefully reached out to her signaling her to scoot over to him, he was thankful she obeyed as she curled into his side.

“I’m sorry about being such a bitch H, it’s just there’s so much going on and I haven’t seen you in forever, you’re what keeps me sane and pull me through all this but you weren’t here to help.” 

“Awh petal, yeh know I love yeh, yeh’re such a strong girl, my strong girl” Harry cooed

“I love you too” Y/N replied as she pressed a chaste kiss on Harry’s shoulder.

“M’ sorry f’ not being her f’ yeh pet, s’just work s‘been a lot lately and m’ so overwhelmed with the album and Dunkirk release around the corner” 

“Baby, I’m so proud of you H, look at how much you’ve done for yourself and how far you’ve come”

“What if it’s not good enough, what if people say I’m not good enough?” Harry worriedly questioned.

“Oh H, you could have an entire movie made with you saying the worlds umpa lumpa for 2 hours straight and I’d still be proud.”

A loud chuckle erupted from Harry’s lips and it was like music to Y/N’s ears.

“I’ve missed that laugh” Y/N said as she looked up at Harry with her eyes filled with love and adoration

“And I’ve missed you” Harry muttered as he pressed his lips against Y/N’s.

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baby, my baby | 07

Originally posted by kookmin

“Raise my child, just for twelve months”

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader
◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au
◇ word count:  2.9 k
◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy!

part one ↠ ↠ previous part ↠ part seven next part (coming next week!)

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just Soft bucky things to make u wanna actually pass out 10x

  • bucky gettin his hair brushed which he finds is actually relaxing once he gets past the initial :/// of having things near his head, so sometimes he’ll just sit on the floor in front of whoever’s closest and they’ll brush his hair and it’s veyry Nice™
  • falling asleep curled up on the couch which should be Difficult because bucky is not smol but he fits so he just burrows under the blanket that’s usually left on the back of the sofa and can be asleep in minutes. clint once sat on him thinking that bucky was just a huge pile of blankets. that did not go well. clint was apologizing for weeks even though he was the one with the dislocated shoulder. no one sits on the couch anymore when bucky’s nowhere to be found. they just assume he’s curled up there. 
  • flowers. so many flowers. bucky apparently loves them so when steve buys them a house (bc of course he does lol) he makes sure there’s enough space in the backyard for a garden. ((maybe against his better judgment he doesn’t tell mention that bucky used to love flowers Before everything happened. because he doesn’t want bucky to subconsciously change his feelings/reactions based on What Used to Be. still, he secretly marvels about the fact that after all this time, bucky still lights up at the sight of pretty roses. it’s precious))
  • bucky has a thing for mittens. he’s not even sure why but once, at the nursing home (where he visits sometimes; they get a real kick out of him there for some reason), one of the elderly lady’s knitted him a pair to keep his metal hand warm after he touched her accidentally one day and made her cold. he’d felt bad about it for so long until she gave him a pair of mittens for his birthday as a surprise and told him to stop pouting and looking at her like he stepped on her dog. he barely takes them off now and when he does, they sit right next to the hat the old lady taught him to knit for himself. it’s their thing and he loves it.

soft bucky is the only good thing left on this dying earth thank u this has been a PSA

“Why doesn’t he care?” 13.06 Finale.

 Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst & slight Fluff

Format: Text Post

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Originally posted by bwipsul

Y/N’s p.o.v

I was patiently waiting for Taehyung’s arrival, and in the mean time I had changed into a black oversized hoodie which hid my baby bump completely. I didn’t want to let him see just yet, there were a few things I needed to confirm. A few things that I needed to know before I could make the decision to let him know. 

My doorbell sounded, and I took that as a signal to prepare myself before opening the door. Once I had opened the door, I looked him in the eyes momentarily before gesturing him in. For the first time in so long I finally got to see him again. Aside from his hair colour and style, he hasn’t changed one bit, he’s still as handsome as ever, his eyelids still slightly uneven - but I’ve always loved his eyes. We just stood there in the hallway not knowing what to do, until I plucked up the courage to finally say.

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BTS Reaction to seeing you sleeping with a stuffed animal they bought you

Anon Requested:  Can I get a BTS reaction to them coming in and seeing you sleeping with a stuffed animal they bought you please? Thank you in advanced 😄😄😄😊💕

I hope you like this ♥ & my apologies for having such short reactions on this omg

Jungkook: Jungkook would be shocked at first but be pleasantly surprised that you felt affection for something that he had gotten you such a long time ago. The smile would grow the longer he looked at the cute little scene in front of him. 

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Taehyung: Taehyung had just got into bed when he noticed the small brown bear curled up in your arms, he scooted closer trying to see it properly in the dim light and smiled lightly once he realized it was the bear he had won you on your guys’ first date.

Originally posted by jiminarmy

Jimin: This little sunshine boy wouldn’t be able to keep his smile hidden when he saw you on the couch with the little plush animal laying on your chest with your hand limply laying on top of it. His heart would honestly swell ten times in size because the sight was just so precious to him.

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jhope: “Aww!” Hoseok couldn’t help but say loudly causing you to stir in your sleep. He’d quickly slap a hand over his mouth hushing any more sounds to unexpectedly come out of him before he decided to snap the photo of you and your plushie in your arms.

Originally posted by chimchams

Namjoon: He’d honestly be so shocked upon seeing the sight in front of him that he had to call over Jimin who was just walking past his bedroom. “Woah Jimin! Look at this.” He pointed towards your sleeping picture and Jimin would chuckle. “She still sleeps with stuffed animals?” Namjoon would immediately nudge him, “I won her that months ago, I didn’t know she liked it so much.”

Originally posted by sugaa

Suga: Yoongi didn’t really have an opinion on seeing you sleep with the small stuffed bunny he bought you for the past valentine’s day. He thought it was cute but didn’t see the need for sleeping with it when you had him to sleep with.

Originally posted by jeonbase

Jin: He’d be the weirdest goofball about this. He’d chuckle seeing the little stuffed animal in your arms and walk closer to you, hovering you and end up doing some weird dance whispering. “Look who likes Jin’s plushie, that’s right you do.”

Originally posted by crimsonspeedsterr


For the anon whom I promised Niall fluff to the other day: this is my gift to you. ❤️

“But Niall, look at her!

You were cradling your newborn baby girl in your arms as you looked at your husband, distress coloring your features. Your baby was fast asleep in your arms—she had your lips and Niall’s nose, and a mixture of both your stubbornness.

She was a tough baby, in the sense that it had been incredibly difficult to get her used to any kind of sleep schedule. She cried at all hours of the night and had a very difficult temperament at that time, so you took the whole “when baby’s sleeping mom should be sleeping” thing very seriously.

You had to admit, caring for a baby was difficult. You and Niall had never felt exhaustion like it before—you had been sleeping in no more than three hour increments for the past two months, and it was all catching up to you. You had bags under your eyes like never before, and sometimes it took everything you had inside of you to keep up a simple conversation. Sometimes you would walk into the kitchen, baby in your arms, and catch your husband half-asleep as he brewed the coffee.

It took it’s toll on the both of you, but it was completely worth it.

“C’mon babe, give’er to me,” Niall reached for the baby in your arms, causing you to huff stubbornly.

“Don’t wanna,” you complained, cradling her closer to your chest and nuzzling your nose against the top of her sleeping baby head.

You had been cooped up in the house ever since your daughter had been born. It had been two months since you stepped foot out of your home—you gave your one hundred percent into motherhood, and you were getting the hang of taking care of your baby for sure. But there were times when Niall would have to kindly remind you to shower, or make you eat something before going to sleep because you hadn’t eaten anything all day.

You were drained, and it had been so long since you’d done something for yourself. Which is why Niall had scheduled this brunch with one of your best friends.

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Midnight Mission

Originally posted by pyojeong


Warnings: Sexual situations (duh), daddy kink, praise kink, choking, dirty talk, pussy spanking, masturbation, probably something else I forget to mention

Author’s Note: ok but this gif dooooeeeeee! I literally didn’t know what to title this, but uhh….yeah,i literally can’t stop writing about Johnnyboi. Prepare yourself, its hella not vanilla . I tried to write something longer  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What a sight you are: legs spread wide, eyes clenched shut, skin flushed in arousal, breasts heaving over the neckline of your camisole, left hand groping the meat of your inner thigh whilst the right glides over the folds of your naked pussy, soul leaving your body in small mumblings and pathetic whimpers, sheets wrinkling beneath your twitching body, moonlight bathing you in a luminous glow.

 Had he been awake he would surely appreciate the view, but you do not have the heart to wake him, so you take to the soft pulsing of your clit of your own accord. You try to keep quiet as best as you can out of respect for his sleep, though it is hard to stifle the pleadings for his person with the waves of erotic sensation rolling along your shores.

Muffled friction echoes through the room as he suddenly shifts to his side, his right hand finding solace beneath his pillow as his left rests upon your contracting belly. It seems your attempt at quietude is sadly in vain. He pulls his body closer to your own and burrows his nose into the side of your sweaty neck. A deep sigh leaves his nostrils, stimulating your sensitive skin and awakening gooseflesh across your body.The soft plump of his lips graze your neck as he softly speaks, the vibrations of his tone rumbling your already crumbling core.

“Watcha doin’, baby girl?”

His voice is deep and dripping with husk and sleep, palm drawing lazy circles on your lower belly, your frenzied hand bumping into his own. Your top teeth shackle your bottom lip, a desperate whimper your only response. He counters with a deep chuckle, his hooded eyes homing in on your busy right hand. He hums in understanding and pecks your perspiring neck before coming up to your ear, the heat of his breath bewitching you to rub faster and harder.

“You playin’ with your pussy?” His voice rings with amusement and playfulness, but his question goes unanswered. He abandons your belly to force your face to him, your eyes opening half lidded and pupils blown wide with arousal. His eyelashes flutter at the sight of your debauchery, his member heavy and thick awakening and awaiting the comforts of your tight sobbing hole. His lips brush against your own as he speaks again, an authoritative and inquiring tone mocking your muteness, his eyes boring into your soul.

“Answer daddy,” he commands, “You playin’ with your pussy, pretty girl?”

Your eyes squint in tortured pleasure, eyebrows forward and tears brimming the horizon of your eyes. Your head nods fast and dumb, a whimper passing your precious lips. He cannot help but indulge himself at the sight of his pretty baby and barricades your thigh beneath his own to rut against your vibrating body. His fingers snake through the vines of your scalp and breathes in your tongue like a fish gulping water, soft lips locking onto your own, pins shifting along the other to partake a skeleton key. His hand cannot stay idle within your hair so they slither down to your neck, where his fingers hug the sticky flesh. The heat of his paw sears into your skin and travels through your body like a path of hot lava collecting at your clit.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, baby,” he breaths into your mouth, his words shoving down your throat like his cock so often does. “You’re making daddy hard.” Your hole clenches at his lullaby, a bold reminder of how empty you actually are. Your middle finger abandons your clit to find solace in the confines of your heat, curling and stroking the muscles within you as your palm caters to the swollen gateway of your euphoria.

His eyes flee from your own to partake in the glory of your contorting body: nipples hard and begging for attention, skin flushed and sweaty, left hand groping the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. His dark orbs take special notice to the way your hand smears across your pining clit, his fingers constricting from the sight, his thumb petting the protruding vein of your neck.

“I know you like it when daddy chokes you,” he hums, grabbing hold of your hair with his right hand to force your ear to his mouth. “But can daddy play with your pussy, now?” He nuzzles his head into the side of your face, coaxing you to pass the baton over to him. An airy sigh leaves your mouth as you draw out a few more tantalizing swivels as your motion gradually dissipates into stillness.

Your voice hushed and whiny, you finally speak. “Yes. Please play with me, daddy.”

The heat once seeping into your left side evaporates into the air, his heavy body soon finding purchase between your warm thighs.

“Hmm,” he vibrates, left cheek nuzzling into the tender flesh of your inner thigh. His eyes glaze over at the sight of your wet pussy—leaking hole and twitching clit. His long fingers trace over the shape of your lower lips, index finger wagging across your clit every so often. Your hips buck at the contact, a stuttered and troubled breath leaving your lips. He looks up from the noise and observes your erotic expression: eyes half lidded, smoldering and enraptured, lips plump and pink, begging to be swallowed whole, neck flushed and sweaty, the imprint of his hand adorning your skin—his top teeth bite back a devilish grin.

“It feels good, pretty girl?” 

You hum pathetically, hand grabbing hold of his inky black hair. He focuses back down to your molten opening, crowding in on your left inner thigh to place a chaste kiss to your lower lips.

 “Your pussy is so pretty, baby,” he mumbles, teasingly flicking his tongue over your clit. “So, wet,” he licks, “and warm,” he licks again. Nose burrowing into your warmth he partakes an indulgent inhale, a pleasured moan pushing back against weeping center. “Daddy loves this pussy so much,” he whispers.

You then find his face to hover above your own, his large body casting a shadow over your smaller frame. He grabs hold of both your ankles and pushes them to rest at each side of your head, instructions to hold them yourself following shortly after. 

His head dips down in a mocking peck, your neck craning to follow his lead as his head retreats. He chuckles at your desperation before speaking again, the fingers of his left hand tightening the back of your head with a fist, his tongue drawing a long stripe along his other. Mesmerized by the wet muscle that often finds purchase between your thighs, liquid heat pools down to your lower belly, hips wagging to reach your pussy’s semblance of relief.  

“You’re such a naught girl,” he drawls, body making way for his hand as it travels down the expanse of your body, finding itself hovering your aching pussy, stalling. And then your body jolts, the smack of your wet pussy resounding throughout the room. He does it again, heavy hand slapping against the surface of your vulva, a feminine yelp bulldozing through the air as your hips chase his retreating hand. His eyes do not stray from your own, a concentrated frown marring his face as his hand slaps your pussy in quick succession, pausing to rapidly smear over your clit in random followings. “That feel good, baby girl? You like it when daddy slaps your pussy?”

Just as before, you are left unable to speak, head drooping back as drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hips lift of their own accord to meet the insistent spanking, intangible babble coaxing him to breathe back life into your slack-jawed mouth. “You want my finger, baby,” he taunts into your mouth, eyebrows clenching as he watches you enter the telltale signs of your approaching orgasm. “You want daddy to fill you up nice and good?”

Middle finger long and thick enters your swallowing tightness, mimicking the greedy strokes of his cock, palm grinding and bouncing against your engorged clit.

“Is my pretty baby close? Is she gonna cum all over my finger and make a mess?”

You nod dumbly, eyes clenched shut, the brink of your orgasm teetering over the edge of a cliff. The sudden immobility of his finger lures his eyes down to his swallowed hand, drawing him to oscillate his palm over the whole of your pussy, your cries of catharsis spouting from your lips and a long drawn out fuck leaving his. Your hips shimmy and rut and buck against his hand, your pussy drawing up all the tension and heat from the atmosphere, muscles contracting and jaw clenching as liquid love eases from your salivating entrance.

“Fuck,” he drawls, voice muffled by your neck as he makes home there, hand lazily grinding your pussy, drawing out every ounce of your orgasm he could. The tension in your body slowly begins to loosen, your limbs gradually relaxing into the mattress as the last bits of your pleasure vibrate through your body, fingers releasing your ankles from their vice grip, legs circling around his muscled hips. He unsheathes his finger from your heat and draws his cum soaked finger into his mouth, humming delightfully at the bitter taste. “Does my baby feel better now?”

You could hardly keep your eyes open let alone muster a response, though you manage to hum out a yes and wrap your arms around his back, pulling him down to fall onto your body. He relaxes onto you, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he hugs your head, resting his own down next to yours. Neglected and insistent his bulge crowds your still pulsing pussy and your hips beckoned by his cock swivel to revel in the pressure against your clit.

“Johnny, you’re hard,” you sleepily mumble.

He chuckles, vibrations jostling your still tingling body. “Well duh.”

“Let me take care of it for you,” you counter, eyes and voice drifting shut to the soft lullaby of your heartbeat.

“Don’t worry about it, pretty girl,” he insists, peppering your cheek in lazy kisses before his lips move to your ear. “Tomorrow you can take care of daddy.”

new version: dear fellow LGBT+ Christians

The last version wasn’t as clear, and could be misconstrued into a sort of surface level support for q*eer folk. This was not my original intention. Please reblog this one instead, or the add-on on the old post by me which explains it’s intent.

your sexuality and identity are not a burden to God.
your sexuality and identity are not a burden to God.
your sexuality and identity are not a burden to God.
your sexuality and identity are not a burden to God.

your sexuality and identity are NOT a burden to God.

they are means of holiness.
they are means of holiness.
they are means of holiness.

they are means of HOLINESS, created by GOD just the way he INTENDED.

you are PRECIOUS in his sight, just as he made you to be.

Dragon Aesthetic

Fire crackling in the dead of night, smoke slithering and choking its victims, scales chinking like armour, being underestimated, skulls piled high from your previous enemies, a blazing inferno that no one could hope to stop, being famous worldwide, being feared by all who know you, hoarding everything precious in your sight, being worshipped as a god, taking out your rage against the world, the small smell of burning that makes you question your safety, appearing out of nowhere, dramatic entrances and exits, trying to live up to your name but knowing you’ll never make it. 


This is disgustingly fluffy

Content, that’s how Harry felt as he returned home to find his girlfriend curled up on the couch with their cat, Sox. He stood there for a moment admiring the precious sight before him, his girl was in nothing put an old lace knickers and Harry’s “lover” t-shirt with an old pair of Harry Potter socks she bought at Primark covering her feet. Her hair was thrown up into a messy bun and it was clear her hair was filled with knots.

A half of cuppa which Y/N had no intentions of drinking rested on their coffee table along with one of Y/N’s many novels. A low grunt escaped Harry’s lips in order to gain Y/N’s attention. Y/N’s body went into a state of fright as felt her heart race as her head suddenly snapped in the direction of the sound

“Oh, Hi H” Y/N breathed a sigh of relief. A soft smile covered Harry’s face, one which Y/N soon returned.

“Hi there petal” Harry mumbled as he walked over to Y/N and plopped down on her. “Harry you loaf get off of me” he squealed as she smacked his bum. “Never.” he replied a smirk playing on his lips.

A loud fussy screech left Sox’s mouth. “Harry get off you’re squishing Sox” Y/N demanded. “Ugh fine b’cause I like Sox and not yeh” 

“Hey, that’s mean” Y/N pouted.

“Sorry petal, yeh know I love yeh” Harry muttered as he pressed a chaste kiss to Y/N’s lips. “Mmm pet yeh taste like berries” He mumbled against her lips as he leaned in once again and pressed another kiss to her lips, his lips soon wandered to her cheek, then to her nose, and before he knew it, he was smothering her face with kisses, peppering them all over her face.

“Harry, stop” she shrieked, “It tickles” she continued as she tried her best to push Harry away but she failed miserably because he was much stronger than she was. “I know it does pet” he replied as a trailed kisses down her neck before blowing raspberries into her collar bone. “Harry please” she shrieked as her body erupted into a fit of laughter.

“Alrigh’ alrigh’ m’done” he said as he pressed one final kiss to the tip of her nose. Harry let out a loud huff as he situated himself between Y/N’s legs, they were resting on either side of him as his head rested comfortable on her tummy and he traced his fingers ever so lightly on her thighs.

“How was your day H?” she asked while running her fingers through his hair and lightly scratching his scalps.

“Twas’ okay baby and yeh?”

“Mmm it was unevenful, I tried to give Sox a bath, naughty thing he is, just like his daddy” she mumbled the last part.

“Hey now pet, yeh love when I’m naughty” he whined a pout evident on his little pink lips. A soft chuckle escaped Y/N’s lips as she leaned down to peck his lips.

“I love you a lot H, did ya know that?’ 

“Think yeh may have mentioned it once or twice t’ me”

“Well love me back now would you?” she complained with a playful scowl playing on her features.

“Aww petal” he cooed as turned to face her, one of his hands griped her hips while the other rested on her cheek as her softly caressed her cheek. “Course I love yeh” he muttered

“Yeh know what we haven’t done inna while?” Harry questioned. Y/N’s brows furrowed and she shook her head no. “Well pet, we haven’t had a good makeout session in awhile, I mean like a good high school makeout session, with lots of tongue, spit and groping.“ Y/N eagerly nodded as Harry licked his lips.

Harry leaned in and pressed his lips onto Y/N’s lips. His lips felt slightly chapped against hers due to the cold weather outside, not that she cared. Harry’s lips come together with Y/N’s and part, making soft, wet, filthy noises which filled the room. Harry’s tongue slowly slides into Y/N’s mouth and she caresses his tongue with hers. Harry slowly pulls away from the kiss, catching Y/N’s bottom lip between his teeth and he gently tugs on it.

As Harry releases Y/N’s lip, he rests his forehead against her own and nuzzles their noses together. 

“I love yeh so much pet”

“I love you too H”

Hi feedback would be lovely as always. Love you all -K xxx

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Blind Side - Chapter 2

Intro | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

You sat on the balcony of your Manhattan apartment, a glass of chilled rosé in your hand. It was a warm summer night, and you had come out to watch the sun set. Not your usual cup of tea, but you had to do something. It had been a week since your encounter in his office, and you still couldn’t get Mr. Thomas W. Hiddleston off your mind.

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Just in case anyone has forgotten how Act 2 ended yesterday… oh you didn’t? Huh. This little piece of OMG is brought to you by @pinkrabbitpro, and you can hit the ask box or AO3 comments with appropriate levels of love

Now what more does @spaceshipsarecool have in store for us? 

“Cat,” Kara broke away from the kiss, needing a moment to make sure this was real. She ran the tips of her fingers over Cat’s cheek, brushing gently down the side of her neck until she could press her palm flat against Cat’s chest to feel the beat of her heart.

“I’m here, Kara,” Cat assured, pronouncing her name with its proper inflection once again. Kara’s eyelids started to slip closed in response, but she struggled to keep them open, not wanting to limit herself by cutting off even one sensation when she had all of Cat in front of her like this now.

All of Cat with her now, the taste of her still on Kara’s lips, the pressure of her touch on Kara’s skin, and even the scent of her engulfing everything around. Kara felt dizzy, fantasies and wishful thinking falling away as the present became all consuming; the sight of Cat staring at her so unguardedly too precious to miss for even a second.

Cat was smiling, making no effort to hide the desire in her eyes, or how it was softened by the care that transformed her words from a statement into a promise. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, I won’t leave you alone.

It took what was left of Kara’s breath away, and Cat’s smile grew as she watched Kara come to terms with what this meant.

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“Another little girl, just like you predicted,” Arian sniffled, shifting the babe slightly so Cullen could see her properly.

Heavy tears welled in the man’s eyes as he took in the sight of their daughter, so small and precious in her mother’s loving embrace. Carefully he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the light, curling hair on the crown of her head, the baby letting out a pitiful whine in protest.

“Would you look at her,” he whispered, delicately running a finger along the soft curve of her ear, “So beautiful.”

A scene from my post-Trespasser fic, “Return to Clan Lavellan.”

Just felt like experimenting, idk.

Loving Creator, I have no quarrel with the way you have so carefully designed me in your image. Truly I am your work of art. Take me deeper today. Show me my virtues- the wonders of your design for my life. Help me not to be afraid to look into the depths of myself and believe in what I see- for I am the work of your hands. If I can believe in what I see, then I can rejoice in what I see. Precious in your sight, I am your work of art. Continue to create me in your image. Amen.
—  Macrina Wiederkehr
Don’t deprive me.

Authors Note: I am not going to lie, writing has been the biggest struggle so this is short. But here is a little fluff. Xx
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He had slept all day, nestled admirably between the comfort of the warm bed, entirely oblivious to the snow continuing to pile up outside, absent to the world to be quite frank. You don’t mind, though, you considerably like when he’s snuggled up under the oversized bedspread, his curly hair messily falling in whichever position it desires, his whole body tangled up within the sheets—it’s a precious sight to witness every once in a while. 

He had promised to run errands with you today, insisting that after travelling across nine different time zones, that the jet lag wouldn’t concern him too much; Shawn just wanted to spend time with you, even if it meant running errands. Of course, though, you left him in the comfort of the bed, having no desire to wake him up from his slumberous state, there was no need, he needed his sleep more than he needed to spend today with you. After all, he has the next two months to spend with you and family, there’s no rush. 

It’s when the time reaches seven at night that you creep back into the shared bedroom, Shawn still fast asleep, cuddled up to the warmth of the comforter, his arm now nestled under his pillow. 

You smile to yourself, your boyfriend managing to look excessively attractive while lying in bed and doing a simple task; sleeping. 

You considerately rest down beside him on the bed, your hand delicately running your fingers through the softness of his curls, whispering sweet nothings until his drowsy eyes gradually open. He lets out a small moan before licking his dry lips, taking in a deep breath before focusing his eyes undividedly on you.

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Dear sis, don’t get caught up in trying hard to look attractive because everything in that arena is temporary. Attractive in the kingdom is a woman of God who is in love with Jesus, the imperishable beauty of a quiet (meek) and gentle spirit, which is precious in the sight of God.

So I'm gonna try this again

Imagine Derek accidentally stumbling in a wrong hospital room and makes friends with this elderly woman who’s kind and caring and doesn’t treat him like a monster and he grows attach to her because she starts becoming like a mother/grandmother so he makes it his mission to visit her everyday cause she’s as lonely as he is and she tells him stories from the old days and he enjoys listening cause he learning from them. Then Stiles finds out from Scott who finds out from his mom that Derek has been visiting a patient and because he’s the nosey person he is Stiles just has to find out who Derek keeps going to see, not just out of curiosity but because he’s worried cause Derek and people skills are not good. But what he does find is a genuine smiling Derek with dimples and bunny teeth, listening to this old lady talk and the sight was so precious Stiles has to leave before his heart completely melts to goo. Stiles keeps the memory in his heart and he makes it his own personal mission to make Derek smile like that every single day.

We’ll be Fine (Jughead x Reader Royalty AU)

Prompt: Hi! I love all of your writing and I was waiting for the day you opened up requests again! this is gonna sound so strange but could i request a female reader x jughead but it’s like a royalty au?? like they have to have an arranged marriage for political reasons and the reader is in love with jug but he’s not with her? idk maybe like she wants to cuddle or something but is too afraid to ask him? i know this is strange but i wanted to see some sort of au and i think you’d do it best. thank you!!

A/N: Hopefully this is good…

Warnings: Talks of Arranged marriage? A bit Angsty. 


We’ll Be Fine (Jughead x Reader Royalty AU)

(Y/N) and Jughead.  

Both arranged to be married to the other.

The Jones family had been struggling with it’s wealth and needed a marriage to save their kingdom.

The (Y/L/N) family was one of the wealthier kingdoms next to the Blossoms. They were willingly to give their beautiful daughter, (Y/n), as a bride in return for peace from the Serpents who were run by the Jones.

You knew Jughead from school but that was it. He was friends with the Andrews and the Coopers while you hung out with the Blossoms and the Mantles.

When you heard the news, your heart skipped a few beats. You had a huge crush on the boy but knew he hated you like he hated Cheryl and Reggie.

The parents forced you both to spend time with each other before the wedding.

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God delights in you. You are precious to Him! You are honoured in His sight and He loves you. In Isaiah 43:4 He prophesied, “Fear not: for I have redeemed you, I have called you by your name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you: and through the rivers, they shall not overflow you: when you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned. (Isaiah 43:1-2).
Isaiah wasn’t talking about a literal flood or fire.These are all satan’s attempts to destroy and overwhelm God’s people. The people were in captivity because of their own stupidity and foolishness. But God sent them a prophet who said, “God wants me to tell you that you belong to Him.”
Right now, you may be in the midst of fire that threatens to consume you. You’ve got to understand from these biblical examples that the Lord does not always put out the fires. Yet He does promise this: “I will walk with you through it all. This trial or circumstance will not destroy you. It won’t consume you. So, walk on. You’ll come out on the other side fine as gold, with Me beside you!”