#romance lives

[franniesbridgerton]

If it was just the two of us again... 'cause, yeah, who else is gonna have us... A trailer park. Nevada, Utah, the desert. Couple folding chairs. Plant some flower boxes. What blooms at night?

Evening primrose.

They got birds in the desert?

There's birds everywhere.

episode 6 of THE VAMPIRE LESTAT

[pocketsizedpanther]

MR. COLMAN ATE TOO!!!

[hazelcephalopod]

“There is no god who walks the world who I worship more than I so worship your heart?!!” -Evandrin to Zerxus.

[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

“The Air That I Breathe”

Summary: Bucky and Y/N are tense and need to getaway. Enter Tony, Pepper and the team to the rescue.

 Word Count: 471

 Warnings: Fluff and romance

  Bucky and Y/N lead hectic lives. Kids and their extracurricular activities and work. Although Bucky no longer went on missions, training agents meant long hours. Y/N assisted Pepper with fundraisers for Stark Industries. Everyone observed how tense the active couple had become and asked Tony to  arrange a weekend getaway.

Pepper called the Ritz Carlton Central Park and reserved The Parkview Suite. Izzy and Steven would spend the entire weekend with Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, along with Izzy’s bff’s, Rayna and Maddie.

 Y/N cried; she really needed some alone time with her husband and Bucky couldn’t wait to leave! Pepper also arranged for limo service.

 Upon arrival, the ecstatic couple were flabbergasted by the breathtaking view of Central Park from their suite.

 Bucky ordered room service. He and Y/N relaxed after dinner with a glass of Dom Perignon, nestled in their plush, white  bath robes.

 Y/N caressed her husband’s face, “James, I’ve missed you.”

 Placing a searing kiss on Y/N’s lips, Bucky looked deep into her pale gray eyes and recited his wedding vows…….

 Doll,

For so long, I was just’a shell of a man, without a purpose in life, wandering round in  a daze. Then, one day, an angel walked into my life and shook it up. For the first time in 70+ years, my thoughts were clear. I had to make you my wife and Izzy my baby girl. Darling, your love was my saving grace. Sweetheart, you’re the air that I breathe. Y/N  Y/M/N  Y/L/N, my heart’s eternally woven into yours.

And Izzy, m’gonna be the best daddy in the whole wide world to ya. To hear ya laugh s’like angels singing and I can never get enough of it. I’ll help ya up when ya fall; I’ll teach ya how to ride a bike, climb a tree, and when you go on your first date at 40, I’ll be in the car behind ya. Daddy loves ya sugar plum.

 Placing her crystal flute on the Victorian styled coffee table, Y/N’s cheeks were damp with tears as she recited her vows......

 James,

Our meeting was kismet. All the stars aligned in that moment, beckoning us together. Your brilliant gray-blue eyes melted my doubts; the love displayed for me and our daughter overwhelmed my heart. Your arms are home to me; there I feel safe and warm. What you’ve given me, given Izzy, is forever engrained in our hearts. Baby, you’re the air that I breathe. James Buchanan Barnes, my heart’s eternally woven into yours.

 Bucky carried Y/N bridal style to the huge king size bed, reconnecting mind, body and soul.

TAGS: @shy2shot 

[malcowl-fucker]

You and He

His piercing eyes look at you through his bangs, silently speaking the words 'come hither' .. your knees get weak and you are torn between jumping on him then and there or crawling the last few aching feet that separate you from this man. Your hands gently touch the silver fabric of his shirt.. it slides like silk under your fingers. They travel up his arm and along the collar to the buttons. Each one giving up it's hidden view slowly and deliberately.

The folds of silver slip to the sides, the smooth skin underneath is revealed. A soft gasp of delight draws a smile to lips. A smile reminiscent of the fabled Mona Lisa. You ponder for a moment at the thoughts lying behind those striking eyes until he takes you by the hands and pulls you up off your knees. His grip is strong, the only thing keeping you standing. The scent lingering on him is intoxicating. You breathe in deeply, drawing it into your lungs and feeling it blossom into your mind. The tendrils of the aroma taking root in the darkest corners of your subconscious. A soft word from him goes unheeded as you close your eyes to the overpowering feelings that are washing over you at this moment.

You open your eyes as his lips brush against your neck. His hand drifts over your shirt as his free arm circles your waist and pulls you towards his own body. A few more soft words in your ear and all you can take in is the heat of his breath.. the pounding of your heart in your head. Then the cool air hits your neck as his finger eases open a button. Then another. You shiver in his grasp. His voice again.. are you cold?.. you shake your head. His laugh is a gentle murmur of pleasure broken only as his mouth explores your ear.

More cool air caresses your skin as your shirt is finally unbuttoned. You groan as his moist lips pull away from your ear. The groan changes to a soft gasp as his fingers grasp your shirt and eases it off your shoulders. His touch against your arms sends a quiver of sensation to your spine. Then a shudder runs through you as the cloth drifts to the floor. He steps closer to you once more and you become maddened as the silky fabric of his shirt rubs against your skin even as his own skin touches you. His hands dance over your back. Stepping stones of warmth dotting your back until you feel his palms pressing against you.

Of their own accord, your hands tug at his shirt, pushing it down over his shoulders. A moment of regret hits you as his hands move away from your back to allow you to remove his shirt entirely. Instead of gathering you once more into his embrace he takes a step back. His eyes, the soft light from the fireplace making them come alive, slide over your form. Then his smile deepens and a devilish glint creeps into his eyes. Slowly, his eyelids drop slightly and you are lost in wonder, trying to guess what he is thinking. You watch, enthralled, as he lowers himself to his knees in front of you. His hands rise up to your stomach, stroking your skin. Your breathing slows down and you feel the heat from his lips as they near your belly.

Darting against your skin, his tongue is like a dagger of painful pleasure. His hands are never still, like his lips. They move over your body. one moment they reach up to your chest and the next they glide over your back to cup your buttocks. Your clothing is like a cage of fabric. You desperately want to escape it's cloying tightness around your lower body. Another moan escapes from your throat. All thought is gone. The passionate animal within you wants only to be freed of inhibitions now. Biting your lip, you look down upon the man at your feet. You watch his tongue licking downwards to drift along the edge of your trousers. His hands move again. This time, in answer (or so it seems) to your raging need to be free of everything.

With more restraint than you could ever imagine he could have, his fingers easily unbutton your trousers. You gaze on the scene as it moves in slow motion. The zipper slides down. The rasping noise of its teeth parting is intense in your ears. Downward it moves and you close your eyes as the cool air of the room is mingled with the hot breath escaping his lips. It is so close now to the sensitive skin. Hands reach around you and clutch at the waist of your remaining piece of clothing. Then you feel it pulled down, down over your hips and further. Your hand finds its way into his hair, twining amongst the long flowing locks. His voice, throaty, encourages you to more action. Your grasp strengthens and you press him towards you, guiding him to where his tongue will do it's most damage to your willpower.

Words knife into your mind.. you growl as the wet warmth is removed from your skin and is replaced by a chilling breeze. Opening your eyes, you gaze into his. Grabbing you with both hands around your face, he draws you towards him. Hunger pulses through you as you feast on his mouth. You drink from him as if you were parched from wandering lost in the desert and he is your oasis. His hands find yours and they guide you to his own trousers. You find yourself shaking from unreleased passion and he helps you in your effort. Buttons are released and a zipper is roughly opened. Crazed now, you leave gentle loving to the side and grasp what you so desperately desire.

His voice mirrors your own as you give him the gifts of your own passion. It is finally your turn to taste him. The salty sheen on his skin from his own pent up urges, grown to a feverish pitch as he had devoured your sanity. The combined scent of your heat and his own is more erotic than anything ever experienced before. His hands, once gentle, grip you harder. The tips of his fingers dig into your shoulders as you feed on him. Panting, he stops you. Another growl crosses your lips as you are denied. The couch, his whispers are gruff and you follow him like a slave. Sitting down, he urges you onto his lap. you need not be asked twice to do as he directs.

Your hands grasp his shoulders as his hands guide you. Your body gives in to the sensations of his efforts. It all merges into one overwhelming passion. Inhibitions lay in shreds on the floor. Over and over again you feel the waves of his scent, his sounds, his touches. They crash against your mind, pounding harder and harder against the core of your sensibilities until all that is left to be freed is that last scream of your unlocked essence of self. You shudder with exhaustion against him. His face is screwed up in its own contortions of pleasure. Fascinated you watch as his soul is stripped bare in front of you. Nails dig into your flesh and he cries out. Pressing against his body, you caress him until his breathing slows.

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[yukikoamagi]

i only want to be in a relationship so that i can have whoever i date drive me around everywhere. i just want my significant other to chauffeur my fat ass all over the place while i play pokemon and nap in their car. fuck i hate driving so much.