addicted to his hands

Malfoy has a hickey

Harry shuffles some papers around the desk. He folds some parchment into neat squares. He lines his textbook up with the table edge. He checks the stash of ink bottles in his bag. He ruffles and then straightens the feather of his quill. He engraves circles into his textbook with his wand. He flicks his hair away from his eyes. He kicks the table leg. He pops his knuckles.

Ron finally raises his head, and a questioning eyebrow, annoyed, and fed up of his friend’s fussing. Harry just shakes his head. He can’t concentrate. He is sorry for being so twitchy. But he can’t help it. And it’s all Malfoy’s fault.

They must have gotten carried away last night. They met in the Astronomy Tower. Midnight, sharp. Just like they do most nights. They stayed there for some time. No insults were hurled, no wands were drawn, no skin was tarnished. Well…

Draco is sitting prettily at his desk, (he always looks pretty), in the middle of Transfigurations, with a rather large, rosy-red bruise on his neck. On the left, close to his ear. It’s right below that adorable mole. 

Harry can’t stop himself from looking. He doesn’t want to stop himself from looking. But every time he glances in that direction he has to grind his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut tightly. He can hardly believe it. He doesn’t believe it. Malfoy always spells away his hickeys.

Harry loves giving hickeys. (Hickey - what a hideous word). Almost as much as he loves receiving them. But Malfoy spells them away, always. Harry likes to make sure Draco hides one, lower down, on Harry’s collarbone. Just so that he can walk about, knowing it is there, a constant reminder that Draco is his, that he is Draco’s. That this is real. Draco doesn’t leave any hickeys on his own skin, no matter how much Harry would like him to. Maybe it’s because Harry wants him to. But Harry couldn’t ask him to leave one, to stop spelling them away. He couldn’t explain to Draco why he likes it so much, why he likes hickeys so damn much, (or why he likes Draco so much!) He can’t even explain it to himself. Nobody likes hickeys. Harry accepts that, he knows that he’s the weird one, it’s not unusual. Malfoy always spells them away.

But today, today he has left it there, on show, for the entire school to see. For Harry to see.

Harry looks up again, he can’t stop it. His boyfriend, (not yet), is staring at their professor. He’s tilting his head to the side, as if he’s interested in what McGonagall is saying. Harry knows him better. He knows Draco couldn’t give two shits about Transfiguration. And he knows Draco is trying to drive him crazy. And he knows that Draco knows he is succeeding.

The sunlight makes Draco’s pale skin seem almost translucent, and the mark contrasts harshly against the creamy surface. It’s so fucking obvious. If anyone were to just look at him now, just glance at him, just for a second, they would see it. Notice it. There’s basically a sign above Draco’s head - ‘I’m snogging Potter! Harry licks his lips and imagines it’s the smooth skin of Draco’s throat that he’s tasting. Why does he have to be such a git?

Harry tries to catch Draco’s eye. Tries to glare into those misty pools of silver. Tries to communicate his discomfort, his concern. But the teasing Slytherin purposely avoids his gaze, pretending to be engrossed with Parkinson’s split ends. Harry huffs frustratedly, and he thinks he can see Draco’s mouth twitching. Draco’s mouth is moving. His lips are turning up at the corner. He’s smirking, the bastard.

But then Harry is distracted by Draco’s mouth. As if the movement was intended to distract him in that way. From over here, at his desk, at a distance, those thin lips don’t look like they’re good for much, except maybe sneering. Or maybe that stomach-melting smirk. But once you get close enough, so close that you can see the swirls of blue in Draco’s eyes. So close that you can see the tiny, nearly-transparent birthmark on Draco’s cheek, right below his left eye - that little smudge. When you’re that close, you quickly realise that they are actually perfectly good lips. Pouty, and soft, and addictive, and tasty. Delicious.

Draco ruffles his white hair with an equally fair, bony hand, acting as though it’s a casual gesture. But Draco never ruffles his hair. At least not in public. Actually, he always smooths it back, away from his forehead. He hasn’t done that today. Harry loves it when Draco’s hair is fluffy, fluttering over those high cheekbones of his. Draco knows that. Every move is calculated, measured.

Harry growls. Ron turns back to stare at him again, with wide eyes, he’s alarmed. Harry grits his teeth again and turns his attention back to McGonagall. His nails dig into his palm.

When the bell rings, Harry sweeps the entire contents of the desk into his bag, including Ron’s slimy chunk of wood. They were supposed to be turning a fish into a pencil. Harry’s fish was laying, sweating, on his tile. And his pencil is somewhere on the floor. He throws the grubby bag aggressively over his shoulder, then rushes away from the desk, shadowing Draco as he exits the room. He hastily shouts a last-minute “goodbye!” to Ron without turning back, and dashes out of the room, having to force himself not to run. A gang of Hufflepuffs have overtaken him.

Harry quickly spots Draco’s distinctive platinum hair amongst the crowd. He also notices the tapestry he knows leads to a secret, quiet, desolated corridor. Hurrying forward, he grabs Malfoy’s pointy elbow and drags him away from the crowd. Merlin, everything about that boy is pointy.

Ducking past the flimsy material, Harry dumps his bag and slams Draco against the wall. He swallows the Slytherin’s protests with a heated kiss, and Draco gasps in happy surprise. After a minute, Harry pulls back to nudge Draco’s chin upwards with his nose and stare at the bruise there, tarring that perfect skin. Marking him. Showing Harry that Draco is his. It’s bigger that he first thought, and positioned directly beside his vein, which is throbbing with Draco’s accelerated pulse. Harry smirks and allows his gaze to slide to a spot under Draco’s jaw, finding the other cute mole, biting his lip. Then he reaches down to bite another hickey in beside it, and another. And another.

“Merlin, if I knew hickeys made you act like- mm- this, I’d have stopped spelling them aw- uh- away ages ago!” Draco gasps out, pulling Harry up by his unruly hair.

“Fuck you,” Harry whispers before kissing him again.

Back to the Future: Part 2

Summary: You attempt to explain your pregnancy to the boys.

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 1.4k (sorry it’s a little short!)

Warnings: language

A/N: A HUGE THANK YOU TO @willowing-love FOR ALWAYS HELPING ME WHEN I NEED IT AND FOR WRITING A FEW SENTENCES IN THIS FIC. <333

Originally posted by magneticcas

You tried to swallow your nerves, your eyes avoiding the Winchesters and especially Castiel as they all stared at you with expressions of concern.

“Any reason you brought us all in here?” Dean asked, watching you carefully as he sat next to Sam and Cas at the library table.

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NEIGHBOURS(2)

TITLE -  Neighbours (One shot)

WARNINGS - SMUT , orgasm denial , ice play , mutual masturbation , NSFW PIC

WORDS -  1.8 k +

A/N -   TAW  @supersoldierslover  you are my everything . Thank you so much.

MASTERLIST


Originally posted by minmiin1d

NEIGHBOURS 1 

“Mmmm Fuck , your lips do look pretty around my cock .”,he pushed the wet hair strands from your face and took your hair into his hands .

“Open your mouth wider Y/N .”, he pushed his cock further down your throat .  You moaned around him as you widened your jaw . It was stinging but you didn’t care. He was twitching in your mouth and you knew he was close.

You moved your head side to side and took him until his hair at the bottom tickled your nose. You gagged around him sending vibrations through his cock . His grip on your hair tightened .

“Fuck Fuck Fuck Hmmm Y/N.”, he moaned   as you massaged his balls and licked his the sides of his dick  .  You looked up to meet his eyes . His mouth open in pleasure and an innocent look in his eyes .

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anonymous asked:

Hi! why do you think Sherlock is mummy's favorite son? (she favors him) Beside his drug addiction, he doesn't make an effort to please his mother. On the other hand, Mycroft is the non problematic son with a stable and respectable job.

I’m an elder sibling with a similar age gap between me and my brother and my educated guess is I think it’s down to the following reasons:

  • Mycroft is considerably older than the other two so is almost certainly held to higher standard of maturity and behaviour from the get go.
  • Mycroft is emotionally closed off, secretive, cold, snarky, pragmatic to the point of moral ambiguity, all that good stuff which makes having a nice warm relationship with him a bit of a challenge. Sherlock, for all he can be similar isn’t anywhere near as bad imo.
  • Mycroft is not ‘non problematic’ - your fave is very much problematic, especially when viewed through the eyes of the parents. He’s hidden the fact their youngest child is alive from them for years. He’s always on the periphery of Sherlock’s little transgressions with drugs & danger, and I’d put money on him being blamed for them every time. “You should have kept a better eye on him” etc etc. He also gives the impression he has to be dragged kicking and screaming to family events (such as Christmas in HLV, & Les Mis in TEH). I’d guess that for all he tries to do the right thing and do his best his parents - especially Mummy - know he’s just going through the motions to try to please them.
  • We actually know next to nothing about what Mycroft was like as a child or teenager. The flashbacks & information we’re given in TFP about their childhood are very much from Mycroft’s perspective, and we know he’s willing to censor or re-tell past events with a different spin. Pretty much all we have to go on is his own version of what happened. For all we know he could have been an absolute nightmare child who drove his parents up the wall. I highly doubt he was, or that he’d be the type to act out for the sake of it, but given his snark and harshness now I can only imagine what a hormone-riddled teenage version would be like. I could imagine him being outright nasty with his tongue at times without even really meaning it – can you imagine the “everybody dies, caring is not an advantage” stuff coming from the mouth of a puberty-raging 12/13 year old? I bet he really did upset Mummy. Several times.
  • Did I mention he’s the eldest and we get blamed for literally everything
‘I enjoy this too’

Originally posted by sensuous

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2,4k

Anon request: ‘’ Request Baekhyun proving that he really loves his s/o (who is older than him, say 26-28) and it gets smutty? Thank you!’’ 


‘How many times do I have to tell you that you’re the one and only for me?’ You roll your eyes, trying to slam the door behind you. He cathes the door and lets out a sigh.

'Just let me alone, Baekhyun. I need time.’ You say, starting to undress. His eyes are totally fixed on your actions, especially on your small body.

'Time for what?’ You turn around, facing his expresion from the doorway. He is sad and confuse at the same time but it’s not your fault. You saw him with that blonde girl, being normal and smiling like he is used to be when you two are together. She even hugged him and your boyfriend let her to do it. It’s just driving you crazy the idea of him cheating on you.

'I don’t know… maybe we need a pause.’ You say unsure.

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You can take my hand and I can take the lead.

understanding (bellamy blake au)

Plot: You’d gotten straight A’s all your life, lived exactly how your parents wanted. You never went to parties, you never drank, you never had a boyfriend, you were going to become a doctor. And now that you’re done with high school and on your way to your parents’s dream school, it’s time to live a little. You moves in to your dorm and decide to go to Blake’s Tattoo Parlour to get your very first tattoo. Once there, you meets the artist and things take a much different turn.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Warnings: mentions of scars and scarring, stress, panic attack

A/N: Let’s just pretend that this shop was just having a very slow day. Pls amuse me. I love y’all. Thank you for your endless support. I hope I don’t let y’all down. (ps this is kinda shitty) (pps no gifs are mine)


“I can do this,” you take a deep breath and push open the doors of the small dim-lit tattoo shop. “It’s just a little tattoo. I can do it. I have to do it.”


You take a seat at the waiting area and take a few deep breaths. You were tired of being the goody two shoes, tired of all the stress that was eating you alive. So you decided to take a step back and do something for yourself. And what better way to rebel than to get a cute little tattoo? Maybe you’d get a daisy. Or should you get a rose to make more of a statement? And where would you get it?

“Hello?” Your thoughts are interrupted by a voice, a male voice with an odd accent that you couldn’t put your finger on. You look up to see a scruffy, tan young man. Whoa, who’s this?

“Yes?” You stand and looks at the man nervously. This man was the exact opposite of the workers you’d imagined. He was young and had a bit of scruff, his deep dark eyes almost blended in with his curly locks.

“You’re here to get a tattoo, correct?” The beautiful man smiles, pushing back the few strands that had managed to fall forward. You nod, slightly dazed due to the god of a man standing in front of you. “Well I’m the owner of this store, and the only artist here today.”

“Oh,” you find your voice and it feels the nerves are taking over you almost completely. “Yes, I’m here to get a tattoo.”

“Perfect. Come on, I’ll take you to the back to get everything started. Follow me.” The man smiles and begins heading to the back. “My name’s Bellamy.”

“I’m Y/N.” You blush as the two of you reach the room and Bellamy turns to you. You slowly push up your glasses and straighten out your plaid skirt.

“That’s a beautiful name. It fits you,” Bellamy smiles as he takes in your picture-perfect, preppy-schoolgirl outfit before pointing to a reclining chair in the room. “Sit here, please.”

You oblige and realize that you don’t have a copy or an exact design of what you want. How could I be so stupid? Of course, the one day that I steps out of the boundaries, I forget everything. He must think I’m a complete idiot.

“Wait! I don’t have a picture of what I’d like. I don’t even have an idea of what I want.” You begin to panic and Zayn recognizes the symptoms. Many people who come for their first tattoo freak out, especially girls who appeared as you do. Hell, Bellamy himself went through hell the first time he stepped out of line.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” he lifts your head up to look at him. “Breathe and tell me why you’d like a tattoo. Tell me why you wanted to get a tattoo.”

Bellamy sits in his chair on the side of your recliner and waits for you to speak.

“A-are you not busy? Will I not take up your time?” you look around, embarrassed that you’re going through this.

“Wait here.” Bellamy leaves the room and walks back in five minutes later. “I locked the door and turned off the lights. So, you’re free to tell me.”

“Why are you being so nice?” You look at the handsome man, your brows furrowed as he chuckles and shakes his head. “You could have easily turned me away.”

"No, I couldn’t have. I’m being nice because you remind me of myself when I first came into this exact shop. Clean shaven, dressed up in khaki pants and a button up blue polo. I came here to rebel and tune out the stress.”

“What..?” You look up at Bellamy, slightly in shock. “But you-you’re so…”

“So not preppy? I know, love.” he smiles at you and rubs the back of his head. “But I was once. I followed the rules, every rule actually. I even had the rule books memorized!”

“No!” You exclaim, a large smile on your face just as Bellamy had hoped.

“Of course not. I’m joking. But I was a rule follower. I did everything by the book. It was difficult.” He shakes his head and looks at you. “I understand why you want to get a tattoo.”

“I feel so trapped. I need to get a tattoo,” you sigh and look around. “I want one. I’m sure. I just need help deciding what and where.”

“Well, get something that’s important to you: an object, an animal, a plant, a word, a piece of art,” Bellamy grabs a drawing pad and smiles warmly at you. “A tattoo is something that means something to you enough to have it on your skin forever.”

“You’re right,” you shyly look up at the young man, feeling as though you’d known him forever. “And where should I get it?”

“Well, I’d stay away from anything too painful, especially since it’s your first time. Steer clear of any parts of your body with protruding bones, like your elbows and knees. No knuckles this time either.” Bellamy winks at you and you can feel yourself turning red.

“This time, right.” You chuckle and sit back, thinking. “Well I-uh I have scars across my stomach and I wanted to cover at least a part of them with a black and white tree. I know that’s cliche, but I think I’d like that.”

“Of course, love. Just give me a moment to sketch a little something, and you can tell me what you think of it, okay?” Bellamy smiles softly at you, almost as though he understands your pain.

“Yes, of course,” you nod and he begins drawing the kind of tree you reminded him of: a beautiful weeping willow. You wait for a few moments and before you know it, Bellamy shows you the tree.

“Voila!” He smiles wide and hesitantly shows you his drawing. Your eyes widen and you look up at him.

“Wow. I didn’t know you-I can’t-wow. Yes. I love it!” Your compliment brings a blush to Bellamy’s cheeks as he lets out a sigh of relief.

"Perfect. Lay back and we can get started.”

“Would it be easier if I took my shirt off?” You bite your bottom lip in anticipation.

“That’s not necessary. You can just lift your shirt up and I will work around it,” Bellamy smiles and sets up his equipment as you lift your shirt up.

“I’m ready when you are,” you blush, lifting your shirt up and closing your eyes as you wait for  criticism. "I know my scars are bad, if it makes you uncomfortable at all, I-I understand. They’re older scars; they look even wierder now.”

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“You may want to hold something between your teeth, it may hurt a bit love,” Bellamy nearly winces at the sight of your scars but doesn’t say anything about it. Good god, these were bad. His scars weren’t even this bad. He knows you’re insecure, that you’ve received unfathomably rude comments and he hates that. "Love? Your scars aren’t your whole story. They’re part of it, but don’t let anyone tell you that the scars are all you are.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much,” you smile due to Bellamy’s kind words, letting them sink in while he smiles at your thoughtful expression, happy that his words at least partially hit home. “I’ll hold my sweater between my teeth. Does that work?”

“Yes, of course. That works,” he scoots closer and takes a deep breath. “I’m gonna start right here,” he points at your left hip, “and end here,” he places his hand on your ribs. “It’ll take at least two hours, so please let me know when you want to stop. We can take a breather whenever you’d like,” Bellamy’s words sooth you as he places his design against your side. "Ready?”

You nod and bite down against your sweater. Zayn breathes and begins. He outlines the design, stopping every few minutes to make sure you’re okay. You continue urging him on, and two hours later, you had a tattoo. A breathtaking tattoo.

“Bellamy!” You squeal for what seems like the tenth time in a minute. “I love it so much!” You can’t stop checking out your tattoo in one of the many mirrors in the shop. "Thank you so much. Really.”

“It was my pleasure, honestly,” Bellamy can’t help but to smile widely at you as you stare at the tattoo.

"And how much is it? It’s a large design, so I brought my card. I didn’t know how much it’d be. My friend–” you ramble and Bell places a finger against your lips to quiet her. The intimate actions tints your cheeks and causes a smile to erupt on the handsome artist’s face.

“This one’s on me,” he removes his fingers and shrugs, lifting a hand up to keep you from arguing. “Next one is on you. My first one was on the house, so yours will be too. It’s a tradition I like to uphold.”

“How do you know there will be a next one?” You smile az Bellamy smirks.

“Trust me. It’s like an addiction. And,” he looks at you, holding your hands in his as his face grows somber, “next time you want to hurt yourself, come here and get a tattoo or come here and see me. I want to help.”

You look up at the freckle-faced man in front of you and smile warmly at him, finally feeling hopeful.

drarry  fic rec - me...by me

alright that’s it I don’t care anymore. i’m reccing (and rating) my own damn drarry fics. i don’t care.

How to Apologise To Harry Potter in 10 Days

18k, Post Hogwarts, Auror!Potter, Draco’s POV, fluff, minor angst
exactly as it sounds. 9 days of Draco being a coward and 1 day of him finally apologising…amongst other things. 10/10 total rip off of that Gwyneth Paltrow movie

I Hex You, You Hex me
4k, Eighth Year, Hogwarts, Harry’s POV, fluff, minor angst
my first ever drarry story. just an excuse to experience that cringe inducing but addictive second hand embarrassment through Harry when his feelings become obvious. 8/10 at me using masturbation as a plot device

9 Times Harry Potter Rescued Draco Malfoy
1k, Eight Year Hogwarts, fluff
me being lazy and basically just writing a screenplay and pretending I did it on purpose for the art. i’m not doing a summary for you – just read the title. 9/10 I hate writing descriptions

Hot Tea
13k, Post Hogwarts, Contrived “Date”, Harry’s POV, Malfoy snark alert, fluff, minor angst
me thinking I’m clever because the title is a metaphor for Draco Malfoy. I’m not going to explain it to you. Harry sort of not really takes Draco on a date and Draco sort of very much enjoys it. this is my best drarry because of the snark factor. 17/10 would willingly drown in Malfoy snark

Dangerously Boiling Hot Explicit Tea
5k, Hot Tea sequel, Harry’s POV, just smut really, all the dirty talk
a venture into smut that clearly demonstrates how much I enjoy talking about sex, but how little I like actually following through. still explicit though. 153/10 could jerk off to

The Softer Side of Draco Malfoy
WIP, Eighth Year Hogwarts, Harry’s POV, mystery, fluff, minor angst
Harry spills a potion on Draco. Draco starts acting weird. it’s a mystery. I can’t say anymore. sorry. what do you think a mystery is anyway? 14/10 but only if we get to see the harder side of Draco Malfoy too

How to Kiss Draco Malfoy in 10 Days
WIP, Sequel to How to Apologise, Harry’s POV, fluff
everyone knows sequels are where the money is at, or in this case, the kudos. at least I hope. i’ll get back to you on that. Harry is pining for Draco…good thing he keeps turning up at the office. 12/10 easier to write when you’re recycling a story

and that’s all my drarry. please come again. (not sexual)

FUTURE HEARTS | PT.2 [M]

☾ pt1 | pt2 pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | (ongoing)

pairing: jungkook x reader 

genre: smut, angst, punk!jungkook 

word Count: 12,182

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook. 

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana”

cr.


In fall it was lust

In winter it was young love

In spring it was true love

In summer it was heartbreak

 

Fall

The blades of grass dipped within the spaces of your fingers as you laid on the ground underneath the school tree. The shade covered your body allowing a relaxing atmosphere to take over; well that is until he gets there.

You suddenly feel yourself being pulled up to your feet, causing you to crash into something firm. When you open your eyes you’re met with a sly smirk hidden behind the now familiar glint of his lip ring.

“Jungkook, what’re you doing here, you’re supposed to be sick?” You give him a skeptical look, but he’s not having any of it and he quickly pulls you into his embrace.

“I was, but now I’m not, and I wanted to see you.” He smiles as he drops his hands down to your hips to keep you in place.

“You’re gonna get in so much shit if they see you.” He was wearing jeans and a plain black t-shirt, nothing even close to the school uniform.

“Well then we better get out of here before they see me.” He whispers as he dips his head down pressing his lips to yours, enveloping you in his addictive presence. You begin to mold your mouth to his as his fingers dig into your sides. You’ve only been going for a few seconds when you feel him tug you forward, causing you to reluctantly break away.

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too-many-fandoms666  asked:

How they cuddle, hug, and kiss? Sabo, Law, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, and Luffy? Sorry if it's too much

Of course!! 

(Also boo you don’t have to apologize you didn’t do anything ily <3)

Luffy

Cuddle

  • Can’t. Stay. Still
  • He constantly twists and turns and takes you with him
  • He’s warmness doesn’t make up for that lmao

Hug

  • Hugs for everyone all the time
  • Pounces on you from any direction 
  • Then wraps you in a rib crushing hug
  • Give out a really loud laugh and nuzzles your neck

Kiss

  • He isn’t a really romantic person so don’t expect much
  • Pecks are pretty much all your going to get
  • But when he does you’re going to drown in them
  • It’s like a secret surprise weapon yo

Ace

Cuddle

  • Clings onto you for dear life
  • As he’s narcoleptic, if he falls asleep you’re trapped lmao
  • Obviously super warm bc he’s fire
  • Does some weird shit like smell your hair lmao
  • He does twirl your hair around his fingers and nuzzle your neck

Hug

  • Hugging is his specialty man
  • As you walk by he’ll grab your arm and pull you into a hug
  • He’ll grab you from behind too
  • Literally could hold you forever
  • Scoops you up and squeezes you as tight as he can

Kiss

  • Call him a chicken bc he pecks a plenty
  • Neck and shoulder pecks are his favorite
  • When he smooches your lips he steals as many as he can
  • He has the warmest kisses, they’ll light you up like a firework

Sanji

Cuddle

  • Cuddle king right here boo
  • Anytime anywhere he’ll take you
  • He’s SUPER warm and soft
  • Hair strokes, kisses, and whispers of sweet nothings right here

Hug

  • Literally hugs you 24/7
  • He usually comes up from behind, swoops you off your feet, then spins you
  • Has the biggest smile on his face when he does
  • Again SUPER warm hugs = happy you
  • Kisses you every time he hugs you

Kiss

  • Kisses you EVERYWHERE
  • Every time he walks past you he makes it a point to give you a peck
  • You literally melt every time he kisses you
  • Twists and dips you for x2 romance

dhgjdhk forgot how much I love Sanji 

Zoro

Cuddle

  • Usually cuddle time during his naps
  • So anywhere anytime
  • When he’s already napping just lay on his lap and he’ll instantly wrap his arms around you
  • He’s actually pretty cold 85% of the time so bring a blanket

Hug

  • You usually initiate them
  • Ex. You run up to him and hug him then he hugs you type thing
  • He’ll wrap his arm around your neck and waist sometimes 
  • He’s surprisingly gentle with his hugs; they aren’t super tight

Kiss

  • Probably has pretty chapped lips 
  • Usually pecks your shoulders or forehead
  • But when they’re on the lips it’s pretty deep yo

Law

Cuddle

  • In order for him to cuddle with you, you’ll most likely have to be asleep first
  • Traces lines back and fourth on your shoulder blades
  • He isn’t really cold or really warm
  • He also gives you pecks on the top of your head

Kiss

  • Usually doesn’t kiss you in public unless he wants to make someone jealous
  • But maybe if he’s in a good mood he’ll peck your check or top of the head
  • Otherwise you must initiate the kiss 
  • When you’re alone his kisses are short on the lips or super deep
  • It’s pretty hit or miss  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hug

  • Hugs aren’t really his thing unless he’s comforting you??
  • Then they’ll be super tight
  • But sometimes he’ll wrap his arm around your neck if the counts

Sabo

Cuddle

  • His cuddles are one of the best lemme tell you
  • They’re really warm and amazing on autumn and winter days
  • Imagine just being rolled in caramel and dipped in chocolate that’s what they feel like man 
  • As seen above he usually pulls you on top of him
  • Traces circles in your back and plays with your hair 👌

Hug

  • They’re pretty warm too
  • Lifts you off the ground and spins
  • They aren’t super tight but they are tight enough, ya know what I’m saying?

Kiss

  • Pretty much always begins with “Can I kiss you?”
  • As if it’s a suprise kiss
  • Is an EOS lip balm addict so his lips are really soft
  • Mostly small pecks on your hand, forehead, and cheek
  • But on other occasions he’ll twirl and dip you etc. etc.
I Love You Baby-girl

Request for @viophelia 

#6 “I need a place to stay”, #12 “she’s hiding behind the sofa”, #16 “you’re getting crumbs all over my bed”, and #19 “Your Satan”

Warnings: none

Words: I don’t even know and it’s 4 am and I’m tired





Ok, so maybe pranking the avengers wasn’t the greatest idea you had. Clint and Natasha were thankfully on a mission, if you’d pranked them your ass would have been grass a long time ago.
But unfortunately, you and Bucky had spray painted one of Tony’s suits pink and purple to which he chased you throughout the tower, Bucky howling with laughter as you ran down the corridors.

Bucky decorated Steve’s shield and combat uniform with pictures of Tony’s face, and while he napped you drew a goatee resembling Tony’s with a sharpy. You ran when you heard him yelp when he got to the bathroom.

You hid Lazerbeak and disabled the tracker so Sam couldn’t find it, and Bucky cut holes in all of his socks and cut the straps to his goggles, he claimed revenge for Sam drinking the last of his orange juice. Bucky’s Orange juice! 

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Good Girl - Taehyung (M)

Requested: Can u pls do a thigh riding/dominant taehyung smut?

A/N: frickin kill me

**SEMI-SMUT**

Word Count: 997


“I’m bored” you pouted, adjusting yourself in Taehyung’s embrace.

You leaned against his chest and let out a sigh, crossing your arms. He rested his chin on the top of your head and continued playing his game. You watched his long fingers attack the buttons on the controller mercilessly. Bored, you traced the outline of his ankles that were crossed in front of you with your delicate fingers. You decided to get his attention a different way. Smirking to yourself you wiggled and turned around in his embrace. He let you, his hands wrapping around you again to reconnect with his controller. His eyes were fiercely trained on the TV, you understood why, he was playing against Jimin. You wrapped your arms around his lean torso and gave him a kiss on his neck. He squirmed and tried to ignore it.

“Not now honey, Jimin is going to beat me.”

You giggled a little, happy that you got his attention.

“If you don’t turn off that game I’m going to beat you” you threatened in a joking manner.

He paused the game and set the controller to the side.

“What did you say?” he questioned, his face leaning closer to yours.

You pouted and toyed with the back end of his shirt carelessly.

“You think you can beat me?”

You bit your lip, secretly loving how dominant Taehyung could be, especially when you threatened his authority.

“Of course” you answered cheekily.

His nose touched yours and his hands clasped together around your back. You peered at his face before leaning forward and meeting his soft, plush lips. He tasted slightly salty, but none the less was addicting. Your hands moved up to cradle his face. His fine hair brushed against your forehead as he chased your lips. He had a scowl on his face when you smiled at him teasingly. His hands moved down to unbutton your shorts and you let out a yelp, trying to push his hands away while giggling. He managed to collect your wrists in one of his large hands, holding you captive. You let out a whine in protest, but he ignored you and unzipped your shorts with his free hand.

“Tae-Tae” you called, getting him to look up at you.

You huffed when he didn’t say anything and he yanked on your wrists, pulling you closer. His voice in your ear was low and controlled.

“You’ve been a bad girl.”

He adjusted and soon slipped his hand under the waistband of your underwear. His long, agile fingers parted your folds and stroked you. You let your head fall forward, a gasp escaping your lips. His grip on your wrists got tighter, almost painful as he played with you more.

“P-Please” you choked out after a while.

He smirked and let go of you, pushing you to get off the couch.

“Take them off” he said, his eyes flashing to your bottoms.

You kicked off your shorts and crawled onto the couch again, peeling off your underwear on the way. Your hands clasped over his shoulders and you leaned down, giving his jaw a light kiss before trailing up to meet his lips.

“Do you want to cum on me?” he asked, eyes intense as he looked at you pulling away.

You nodded your head and smiled, your hand automatically going up to cup his crotch. Your hand was swatted away by his, his gaze challenging.

“Here” he said, pushing you to sit on his thigh.

“But-”

He quieted you by grabbing your chin. He wasn’t rough with his hold, but was powerful and demanding. He tilted your chin up so you could meet his eyes squarely.

“You think you can always get what you want?” he asked, an amused tone in his voice.

You remained quiet and lowered yourself onto his thigh, the warm denim of his jeans brushing against your hot core. Even though he wasn’t flexing you could feel his hard and toned thigh. His hands settled on the sides of your hips, lazily rocking you against him. You let your head drop to his shoulder and closed your eyes. The friction of the rough material against your sensitive womanhood was heavenly. You soon found yourself rocking against him in a frenzy, the need to release at the forefront of your mind. Short moans left your mouth as you panted against his shoulder. He urged you on, his voice low and gruff.

“Tae- I’m close.”

He began bouncing his leg lightly, making you stutter. Your voice got louder as you approached your climax. Just a little bit more- You yelled his name, your face burying into the crook of his neck as you came. Your grip on his shoulders had become deathly, your fingers clutching his shirt into fists. He stopped moving his leg and slowly rocked you on it, riding out your high. You couldn’t breathe normally; words were stuck in your throat.

“Good girl” he cooed, caressing the back of your head, his long fingers lightly brushing over your hair.

The sudden ring next to you made you jump a little. He chuckled and answered the phone on speaker.

“Yah! Where are you?! We still have a match to finish!” Jimin shouted.

“I was busy.”

“With what?” Jimin questioned.

“(Y/n)-”

You snatched the phone out of Taehyung’s hand quickly, worried what he was going to say. You straightened up onto your knees and off of Taehyung’s now soaked jeans.

“Jimin, sorry-”

Without warning Taehyung found your core and slipped a finger in easily. You squirmed away, but soon he had dug another digit in and gave a few sharp pumps in. You stumbled over your words and gave a couple of loud gasps, your hand falling onto Taehyung’s chest to steady yourself.

“EWW!” Jimin hollered, laughing maniacally and hanging up.

Taehyung’s fingers retreated when you dropped the phone and he pushed you to the side, standing up. He smirked down at you and went to clean himself up.

Stay Professional!

WorkAU!

You managed to get your first job at a prestigious and famous marketing firm. Nothing was going to stop you from working there. A few distractions may be problematic but.. there was a man that stood out unconventionally well. Despite being the CEO’s only son, his face alone is enough to win over the nation’s heart 10x over. An interesting romance that’s sure to get you screaming.

Fluff & Angst: Jungkook x Reader

A/N: Hey! I’ve been MIA but I’m back with something for you :)

“Yes Ma’am I understand.” You lowered your head politely and stuck on a smile that tortured your face muscles. You were lucky enough to land a job straight out of university and you knew it was going to be tough but.. the extent as to which you were being used and bullied by higher ups was unbearable.

“If you understand then don’t make this mistake again! You ruined my morning.” The head of department of advertising scolded you over a small mistake of pouring too little milk into her coffee.

After she left, you lifted your head up and rolled your eyes at the amount of bullshit you dealt with on a daily basis. It was kind of getting tiring.

“Should you really be pulling that face right now?” An unfamiliar and cool-toned whisper sent shivers down your spine.

“No sir! My mistake, my apologies.” You immediately brought the radiant smile back to your face, not knowing who it was but it didn’t matter because everyone here was basically of much higher power than yourself. You had to show respect even if it killed your hidden inflated ego.

You heard the heavy clacks of his Armani shoes as his strides led him closer to you. He carefully examined your petite frame in comparison to his tall, dark and handsome nature.

“Are you new here?” His low tone sounded velvety and smooth as dark chocolate. It felt like eerie music to your ears.

“Yes sir.. It’s only been a few months since my arrival.” You bowed your head to this unknown yet alluring man. His presence was overwhelming and the entire office was silent- all eyes and ears on the two of you.

“Enjoy your stay, Y/N-sshi.” His husky voice trailed off behind him before he disappeared into the elevator with another unfamiliar man behind him.

How’d he know my name..?

You face-palmed after noticing the shiny golden name tag attached to your crisp white blouse.


“You should really stop drinking.” Your friend tightly gripped onto the soju bottle in which you refused to let go of.

“Let me relieve my stress! Work has been so much hell for me.” You managed to pour yourself another shot glass that was quickly downed, the stinging sensation brought tears to your eyes.

“…Don’t you have work again tomorrow? You’re going to get such a terrible hangover Y/N.. You should probably stop.” She quickly picked up the soju bottle that was almost empty and chucked it into the bin.

“I don’t care.. I don’t even want to work there anymore.” You managed to growl out, the alcohol taking it’s toll on your body.

“Hey! You should feel so privileged that you get to work in such a fine company. Look at me! I’m still working 3 different part time jobs because I can’t find a job. Do you want to be like me?” Your friend lectured you, peeling you off the desk and chair to take you home.

“Oh wait..” You slurred out, vision blurry and body-coordination out of reach.

“I think I left my house-keys in the office. I might need to go get them..” It was hard to articulate let alone walk straight.

“My god Y/N. Please get your life together.” Your friend buckled you up in her car and drove you to your work place that was still surprisingly operating.

“Tell me where your office is. I’ll go find it.” You just giggled to yourself, completely unaware of your actions. “It’s okay.. I’ll go get it myself. They’ll think you’re a bad bad intruder.” You slurred your words and sounded like a 4 year old. You shot her winks in her direction.

She just laughed and nodded. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”

“I got this! I work here!” You giggled, completely out of your mind.

Miraculously, you managed to make your way to the elevator. You pressed on the button and tried your hardest to not collapse from the alcohol intake. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t hold your body still. You steadied yourself by resting your head on your palm and walked into the elevator as soon as it ‘dinged’ with no further precaution.

That was when you smashed into an unknown figure once again, despite your pride in keeping yourself steady for some time, the balance was taken right out of your body and you landed- bottom first on the shiny tiled floor. You were ticked. You had no control over your mouth and lord knows what kind of mess you were about to get yourself into.

You groaned in pain and massaged your scalp, hoping the loud thumping in your head would somehow disappear.

His eyes lowered down onto the ground to find you mumbling curses. He was surprised at what you were doing at the office so late at night. But being the gentleman he was, he gently reached out his hand to pull you up with ease.

His skin was surprisingly cold and you were picked up with such little effort, it felt refreshing to feel something so cool as your body felt like it was boiling. You started unbuttoning your white blouse and unzipped the bottom of your pencil skirt from your knee up to your lower thigh and continued to casually strip in-front of the unknown man.

His cold fingers put your actions to a complete halt followed by his cold tone that sounded familiar.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He raised an eyebrow, a somewhat surprised and confused expression spread upon his flawless face.

“Let go. It’s hot.” You mumbled, weakly pushing away his cool hand and continued to take off your shirt, struggling to do so, you wobbled back and forth before almost falling again- he had caught you by the waist and looked down to see you: flustered and abnormally drunk.  

“Ugh.. don’t touch me. I don’t need your help.” You weakly pushed him away again, this time a little more audible than before. He was surprised at the way you were treating him.

“Suit yourself.” He let go of his gentle grip on your waist and continued to watch you struggle to walk and read the buttons on the elevator.

“What are you doing here so late.” His question sounded more like a demand as his curiosity was slowly starting to eat up his mind. “It doesn’t matter.” You missed the buttons and started to get irritated at your lack of body coordination.

A cold smirk spread upon his face and he chuckled at you.

“What are you laughing at? Do you think you’re some kind of powerful being? Are you another one of those annoying bosses that won’t stop yelling at me for making their coffee wrong. God people here are so…”

He stopped chuckling and raised a single eyebrow. He calmly slid his hand into his pocket and continued to scan you from head to toe.

“Inconsiderate.”

He examined your messed up bun that consisted of hairs sticking out and bobby pins falling out. He looked at your peachy red face and smelt the very noticeable stench of alcohol that leaked from your body. He noticed the beads of sweat that formed around your forehead and the heat of your breath that also smelt of alcohol. You were a mess.

“Y/N return home. I may not know of your intentions here but you’re not in any condition to do whatever you’re planning to do.”

“Blah blah blah. Stop nagging with you?” You retorted like a 4 year old, closing the gap between his face and yours. You were just a few millimetres from his face and he could feel your warm breath on his cold lips. It sent shivers down his spine and he was caught off-guard for the first time in years. He noticed your collarbone clearly visible and cleavage from your unbuttoned blouse but refused to look at it despite his obvious chances.

“Would you like me to call a driver?” He offered, somehow sounding half-assed so you took it as an insult. What really were his intentions?

“Listen here you.” You poked his toned chest and spoke with a slurred and drunken accent.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do here but I’m just trying to get back home and go to sleep so I can come back to this hell tomorrow morning and cry over how dumb this shitty company is.”

Once again, he was hit with things he thought he would never hear coming from a very new employee. Amused, he chuckled once again unable to hide his interest in her.

“Would you stop laughing? What do I need to do to stop you?” You smiled weakly at him, completely drunken with stress and alcohol, you had no control over what was about to happen.

You closed the gap between your lips and kissed him softly, the taste of alcohol spread to him as your tongue intertwined his and turned into something a little more passionate. He didn’t stop you so you assumed this meant a green light to continue. His lips tasted kind of addictive and cooling. You ran your hand up his smooth cheeks, through his perfectly combed hair and ruffled it before fiddling with his thin black tie and blacking out completely.

What in the fucking world just happened?

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I Get So Weak

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Angst, Drama

Summary: Request fic for @rocketginger. “hi can you do a gee x reader fic where gee has his lowest piont (drugs, booze,) and reader is like gonna help him with his struggles and fluffy stuff happens”.

A/N: I decided to make this a Band Member!Reader fic. Hope that’s ok. Oh, and trigger warning for alcohol/drug abuse, obviously. 

You’d been hanging out with the other bands of Warped Tour, enjoying the warm summer sunlight on your skin as you drifted between the throng of buses. But, soon it was going to be My Chemical Romance’s turn to take the stage. You knew you needed to stop procrastinating and start getting into your performance clothes soon. Those bulletproof vests made you look cool, but, damn, they made you overheat fast.

I’ll do my makeup first, you decided as you swung open the door of your band’s tour bus.

“Anyone seen my hand mirror?” you called as you ascended the stairs. You began looking for it in your bunk, but you didn’t see it.

Maybe Gerard borrowed it to do his eye shadow, you figured. You didn’t think anyone else was on the bus, because nobody had answered you when you shouted. You walked over to Gerard’s bunk and pulled open the privacy curtains.

You were surprised to find Gerard laying on his bed. At first, you thought he was sleeping, but then you noticed his vacant eyes were open.

“Hey,” you greeted him. “Why didn’t you answer me?”

He didn’t even blink.

“Hey,” you said again. “You ok, Gee?”

Then, you looked down towards his lap, and saw your hand mirror sitting there. Its surface was streaked with lines of white dust. Beside it was a half-empty bottle of vodka.

“Fuck,” you swore, realization dawning on you. “Gerard, is that what I think it is?”

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Meticulous

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: Disgustingly doting girlfriend thinks about her precise, strictly regimented boyfriend.
Author’s note: Hey there! I was in my Jinyoung feelings the other day and really needed to vomit this thing out. Hopefully you guys like it! Also, here’s the credit for the gif I used.

A boyfriend as predictable as this should’ve been boring…

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Dream. (Wonwoo Dirty Imagine)

“Fuck.” You hear him whimper underneath you, your eyes marveled at the sight of him. Cold handcuffs around his wrists, hands helplessly chained to your bed’s headboard. Sweat glistening on his ivory skin, his chest raising up and down, his needy pants, his hands tugging at the contraption, eyes helplessly glued on you. With his back against the soft mattress, and pleading eyes he was just an absolute masterpiece. And it was all only for you to witness, the sounds he’d make was music to your ears. 

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Rainy Days

“Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.” -John Keats


Raven was not an outdoorsy person.

Sure, nature was pretty. Of course she thought so; she was wont to meditate on the roof during sunsets and bask in the salty ocean breeze. It was calming and gave her the chance to tune everything else out. She also would not deny the importance of wildlife for society as a whole; economically and otherwise.

But that did not mean she wanted to go traipsing out into the wilderness armed with only a potato rake and bulky, hard-to-walk-in waders.

Raven heaved a very obvious sigh and poked at rotting leaf litter with the butt of her rake. “Do we really need to do this?” she asked for the upteenth time, earning raised eyebrows from her fellow green skinned companion.

“Would you rather pay the city damages?”

She just scowled. This whole excursion was a result of the Titans’ contract with Jump City; they’d pay off any city damages via community service. There was a lost list of services they were provided year-to-year to choose from, ranging anywhere from cleaning trash out of the gutters to helping out at local schools.

This year, the city had given an option to help out at the local university. Apparently the school was short on teaching assistants, and somehow the Titans were qualified to help. Raven figured it had more to do with publicity than anything; after all, they didn’t do much of the actual teaching, they just showed up to classes and held office hours to help the students. Plus, their presence definitely helped the attendance and registration numbers.

Raven hissed, tugging herself free of a thorn bush. The forest was riddled with them, and she was pretty sure her shirt was riddled with holes now.

Biology was fun, Raven wouldn’t deny that. There was something fascinating about how all of biotic aspects of nature just fit together, and she enjoyed reading through various studies and articles. But she didn’t particularly care for field work.

This particular ‘job’ was one-hundred percent Beast Boy’s idea. As soon as he’d seen the class listed on their community service sheet, he’d begged Robin to let him do it. The Titan leader had consented, somewhat baffled by the changeling’s enthusiasm. After all, Beast Boy was not known for his teaching prowess, and he’d requested that Raven accompany him, lest things go south.

But Raven had an inkling that Beast Boy was more interested in the class itself than teaching. Which was why they were now participating in the class field trip out into the depths of a swampy forest, overturning logs and looking for herps.

“Besides,” the shapeshifter said as he expertly rolled over a log, “this is fun!”

Raven raised a brow, unimpressed. “And what exactly is fun about thorns and mud?” All she got for an answer was an excited yelp as Beast Boy dove for the ground. He popped up, holding a wriggling salamander in his hands.

“Dude, check it out! An Ambystoma opacum!”

She blinked. “Wait, you know the Latin names?”

“Uh, yeah.” Bafflement tickled her senses, matching the shapeshifter’s expression as he raised a brow at her. Raven shook herself and padded closer, peering down at the curious looking amphibian. She could admit that it was cute, with its black beady eyes and tiny little feet. The colors were intriguing as well; a black body with white patterns crisscrossing its back, giving the salamander a marbled appearance.

“Yep, it’s a salamander,” she said dryly. “Yet another animal you can shapeshift into.”

Beast Boy rolled his eyes and pulled out a plastic bag, dropping the salamander inside. “Yeah, great, a green marbled salamander. How accurate.” He bent down and scooped up some damp leaf litter and placed alongside the salamander inside the baggie. “We’ve already talked about this; it’s better for the students to get the field experience.”

Raven sighed. He was right of course; they had spoken about it. Repeatedly. Raven had tried to convince Dr. Carrleton, the professor, to merely show the class live specimens via Beast Boy, hoping to escape the obligatory field work. Both protested heavily against it; though Dr. Carrleton did ask the shapeshifter to supplement for any native species they couldn’t find themselves.

There were many reasons, of course, that Raven’s idea was rebuttable; students looking to study herpetology needed to know how to find said herps, how to handle real wild ones, and how to properly and ethically mark, weigh, and potentially collect said creatures. Plus, there was the added obstacle that Beast Boy couldn’t project any color aside from green, though his range was pretty extensive in terms of the color’s spectrum.  

“Come on, let’s go check out that creek,” Beast Boy said, cutting through her thoughts. Raven just shrugged and followed after him, carefully picking her way through the shrubs and briar bushes.

The ambling creek carved a path along the forest floor, sloping down into a little gurgling gully. Muddy banks jutted out around the curves and fallen branches and mossy rocks peaked out of the water. Raven watched as Beast Boy leapt into the creek, water spraying out in all directions. She eyes the slopes, trying to figure out the easiest way to join him.

Should she shuffle down? Or find a less steep section?

Light drops splattered on her nose, and Raven directed her gaze upwards. The forest canopy was not quite complete yet, but there were enough leaves developed to obscure her image of the sky. Still, Raven could see hints of grey overhead, and she scowled.

Great. Just what she needed.

“Beast Boy!”

The squeaky voice grated on Raven’s ears, and she cringed. Crashing through the forest were two of the Herpetology students, both of which were currently lusting over Beast Boy like dogs in heat. It was utterly disgusting, the intensity of their desire, and it made Raven want to barf.

“Look what we got!” the first girl squealed, sliding down into the creek with ease. She tossed her golden pony tail as she thrust the baggie into his face, a charming and grotesquely flirtatious grin curved onto her lips. Beast Boy plucked the bag from her grasp, his gaze focused solely on the critter enclosed inside.

“Damn, Lisa, that’s awesome!” He shot the student a playful look. “What species is it?”

Lisa opened her mouth to speak, but her friend on the bank beat her to the punch. “It’s Desmognathus ruber!”

“Yep, that’s right, Emily!” Beast Boy chirped, handing the bad back to Lisa. Emily’s face contorted into a grin so smug, that Raven felt an urge to smack it right off. She suppressed a growl.

Stupid college girls being stupidly inappropriate.

She marched forward, ignoring the rain that was starting to come down harder. Raven jabbed her potato rake into the mud to assist in her descent as she tried to not fall on her face. Unfortunately, Raven misjudged just how muddy the slope was. Her supposedly extra-grip waders did nothing to help her keep her footing, and she found herself sliding down the bank and splashing right into the creek.

Raven floundered, trying to pull herself up out of the water. She coughed and spat out creekwater, barely managing to stagger to her feet.

The section she’d fallen into was deep. So deep, in fact, that her waders were now full of water. Raven bit her lip hard.

Don’t shriek, don’t cry. Don’t shriek, don’t cry.

“Shit, Rae! You okay?”

Beast Boy’s voice broke her out of her reverie, and Raven blinked at the green shapeshifter. He half jogged, half waded through the water, rain dripping off of his face. It was starting to really come down, which was so not helping the situation.

He reached for her wader strap, concern billowing off of him. “Here, let me-”

“Stop!”

A roll of thunder accompanied her voice. She smacked his hand away, narrowing her eyes. “I have had enough of this stupid field trip. I am soaked, muddy, and standing in the stupid rain.” A bitter laugh bubbled from her lips, and she tossed her hands in the air. “And for what? A stupid contract? No. I’m done.”

Raven worked to unfasten her wader straps, her numb fingers fumbling and awkward. Green hands entered her vision and clasped her hands, making her pause.

“Let me help,” Beast Boy murmured. Raven wasn’t sure what it was, but something in his voice enraptured her. The anger she felt dissipated in an instant, and Raven watched dumbly as Beast Boy undid the straps. Some of the water spilled out, though she’d have to actually take the damn things off to get it all out.

“There.”

Raven looked up, catching Beast Boy’s gaze. She sucked in a breath. Wet hair hung in his face, dripping with rainwater. His eyes were bright amid the growing storm, luring Raven deeper into their mossy irises. She felt his thumb brush against her jaw and she shivered.

Tingles spread across her skin, making her feel warm despite the water that clung to her skin and clothes. Raven could feel the college girls watching, but they didn’t seem to matter anymore.

Not with Beast Boy this close.

He kissed her then. His lips tasted of rainwater and peppermint, a taste Raven was quickly becoming addicted to. She hooked her hands into his damp shirt, pulling him closer.

Raven had read many books. She’d encountered countless kissing scenes before, each one more intricate and interesting than the next. But nothing really compared to the feel of Beast Boy’s lips on hers, and the blanket of euphoria that wrapped around them tight.

The broke apart, their foreheads brushing.

“We should probably get out of the rain,” Beast Boy murmured. Raven hummed, glancing up at the obscured sky.

“Perhaps. But I don’t mind staying for a little while.”

The shapeshifter raised his brows, a playful grin warming his features. “Oh?”

She shushed him by kissing him again, there beneath the rain.


I had no clue how to end this. Oh well. Enjoy!

-mod vixensheart