heat on feet

maalink  asked:

i have a thought i need to share do you also think that intertwined by dodie clark is a pretty perfect post tartarus percabeth song sorry for bothering have a nice dayy queen of writing hehe <3

Skin
Heat
Hair in your mouth
Feet touching feet

Oh you
and I
Safe from the world
Though the world will try

Oh, I’m afraid of the things in my brain
But we can stay here
And laugh away the fear

Numb
Fine
You create a rarity of my genuine smiles

So breathe
Breathe with me
Can you drink all my thoughts
Cause I can’t stand them

Intertwined
Free
I’ve pinned each and every hope on you
I hope that you don’t bleed with me

I’m afraid of the things in my brain
But we can stay here
And laugh away the fear

Massage; Drabble JJK

Writer: Gae
Genre: Suggestive
Word Count: 709
Anon Requested: Can u write something about jungkook him coming back from practice really tired and u give him a massage and suddenly y'all horny 👀

A/N: Just imagine him under your fingers like..

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

You walked through the door; two bottles of soju in one hand the other gripping onto your black leather backpack as you returned back from work. You weren’t expecting anyone over, except Jungkook of course; but only after his practice was over.

To see his looming figure, on the couch; dark hair sticking to his forehead, mirroring the way his black shirt clung to his heated skin. One of his feet was slung over the couch, a bottle of water clutched between his fingers.

“Kook you ok?” You asked worry spread across your face as you take off your shoes, making your skin drag across the cold wooden floor.

“Just a little tired,” he says rolling his wide shoulders, “this comeback is going to be tiring, especially with the new dance routine.”

“Ahh.” A rush of unknown reliefs fills your system, this time you take your sweet time in peeling off the hoodie off your body. “Do you want me to massage your tired shoulder– sir?” You say sarcastically, pausing to slip the fabric off. You never thought you’d be greeted with an over-enthusiastic ‘Yes’

But that’s what happened, and so here you were, with two bottles of freshly opened soju, making your way down the couch; only to massage your ‘tired’ boyfriend as he lazes in front of the TV.

“Here” you huff handing him his drink before setting yours aside and slipping behind him on the couch. “You’re lucky I love you.” You mumbled.

“I’m sorry did you say something darling?” He asks taking a sip from his bottle, a sweet smile on his face. You couldn’t deny it, he was cute and you were lucky to have him.

“Nothing”

Your hands make work as soon as the words leave your mouth, fingers slightly digging through his shirt and into his skin. Feeling the muscle relax underneath your touch you let your palm press deeper into his shoulders, trying to get every knot.

You notice how uncomfortable the sweaty shirt made it, holding on to his skin. Seeing how engrossed Jungkook was, you slip your fingers down behind his shirt. Your fingers were still cold being back from the frosty winds only a few minutes ago. His body involuntarily arched, a small sigh escaping his lips, “what are you doing?”

“Take the shirt off” you whispered, he follows your command with precision, ripping it off his head in one swift motion, before he feels your fingers ghost above them and a long drawn out moan emits from his lips. “It feels so good.”

Maybe it was the tone of his voice, or your lack of intimacy for the past month since he’s been busy; but suddenly you felt a tingling sensation run up your thighs before settling in the deep pits of your stomach.

You do it again, the precise motions, the exact amount of pressure that had him turn putty in to your hands; and there it was. The sweet honey like moan.

You couldn’t even lie. It was like heaven. The saccharine sound that resonated throughout the room. It was only something that you could crave. Unless, you asked.

“Jungkook…”

The Purpose of Love // Chapter 4

Originally posted by hidden-in-a-dreams-gifs

Pairing: Singer!Y/N x Fuckboy!Calum

Other series: Paid to be Popular - Bittersweet Generation

Official summary: When Calum Hood needs to straighten up his reputation, there’s no other solution than to fake-date a powerful girl with a powerful voice.

Description of this chapter: Y/N and Calum have to go on a date to make their love more realistic. But what will happen at the end of the night?

ALL PARTS HERE

“You couldn’t have chosen a movie I would enjoy, too?”  You bickered at Calum as he was pushing you inside the movie theatre. The small purse around your shoulder kept banging against your hip as Calum rushed inside, away from the crowd outside. The heat warmed your cold feet as soon as you stepped inside the cinema.

“Well, no, because then I wouldn’t enjoy it, would I?” Calum responded back and gave you a small kick on the back of your knee as you looked up at the popcorn menus. Who the fuck would ever need four large popcorns.

“What do you wanna get?” You lowered your voice as soon as you saw a sibling pair walking past the two of you, giving you weird looks. You were only here because of one thing: everybody needed to believe that you and Calum were dating.

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Stomach Ache (Ashton Irwin)

*requested*

Laying on your stomach with your head hanging off the side of the bed, you held the bowl next to your mouth, feeling your stomach churn and twist around.

Ashton sat behind you rubbing your back gently. “Just let it out babe…” he said quietly, wincing slightly as you coughed out and gagged.

“There’s nothing to let out,” you whimpered out quietly.

Ashton frowned and put a little more pressure on your back, sighing out quietly. You put the bowl back down on the floor and moved back onto the bed, trying to get into a more comfortable position.  He automatically pulled the blankets back around you so you wouldn’t have a chance to get cold.

“Do you want me to get the heating pad for your feet?” he asked quietly, tucking the blanket right in around your neck.

“Yes please,” you sniffled softly, letting out a deep sigh.

You felt the bed lift slightly and heard the padding of his feet as he went over to your closet and pulled the heating pad out from the top shelf. Bringing it over to you, he pushed the blankets back on his side just so he could slide the plugged in heating bad down next to your feet. He lifted them up slightly and wrapped the pad around them before pulling the blankets back down.

“There we go…” he murmured softly, coming back to lay next to you.

The warmth by your feet was really lovely. It sent a warmth through your whole body that helped settle things a little bit. You took a deep breath and yawned shortly after. Ashton kept an eye on you, the bags from a restless night evident around your eyes. He adjusted his head on his pillow and pulled out a game on his phone, turning the volume down.

Eventually you had inched yourself close enough to him to lay your head against his lap. The awkward angle had honestly helped the feeling in your stomach and you let out a soft and relieved breath. Casually, he lowered one of his hands into your hair and started to rub your scalp gently.

“Need anything?” he asked quietly, like he wasn’t sure if you were actually awake or not.

“M’good,” you mumbled out quietly, your cheek squished up muffling your words.

“Okay,” he whispered, continuing his soothing movements. “Just let me know if you do.”

Skin
Heat
Hair in your mouth
Feet touching feet

Oh you
And I
Safe from the world
Though the world will try

Oh, I’m afraid of the things in my brain
But we can stay here
And laugh away the fear

dodie clark - intertwined

anonymous asked:

I also saw a mother dragging her barefoot son back onto the burning concrete in the 100°+ heat. His feet were very red and obviously in pain and he kept running to the shade when she let him go, but then she'd drag him back again. He looked about 2.

That time of the year ey Sansy?

*intertwined*

Skin
Heat
Hair in your mouth
Feet touching feet

Oh you
You and I
Safe from the world
Though the world will try

Oh, I’m afraid of the things in my brain
But we can stay here
And laugh away the fear

Numb
Fine
You create a rarity of my genuine smiles

So breathe
Breathe me with
Can you drink all my thoughts
Cause I can’t stand them

Intertwined
Free
I’ve pinned each and every hope on you
I hope that you don’t bleed with me

I’m afraid of the things in my brain
But we can stay here
And laugh away the fear

//dodie

anonymous asked:

Omg I want all the soft Alec headcanons ❤️ if you have time would you mind sharing some of yours?

okay but i’ve gotten such an influx of super polite anons it’s so adorable like. for the record, i will also respond to ‘bitch give me all your soft alec hcs rn’ but this is very sweet ❤✨

right anyway buckle up tbh, i have a lot of ~thoughts about this..

  • first of all, alec lightwood keeps a journal. he actually has since he was around thirteen, bc back then he was a mess of feelings he had no other outlet for. but now it’s become more of a habit, a way to sort through his day and (lately) catalogue literally every new thing he learns about magnus bane
  • alec is a total cuddler/heat leech?? his feet are always cold and his siblings are so warm like, izzy especially she’ll just be reading in the library and alec will plop down next to her and start wiggling his toes under her legs until she laughs and grabs a blanket to wrap them both up in
  • he never really ~liked cooking (and he’s still not great at it tbh) but he learned with izzy to keep an eye on her in the kitchen and it sort of became a good excuse to hang out with her and then later it becomes something nice he can do for her (or any of his siblings) when they’re tired and stressed and need a break. he can’t make anything super fancy, but he does some decent soups/pastas and breakfast is his specialty
  • alec has bad anxiety sometimes (like this is legit canon lbr) and when it starts to get bad he’s normally heading right for the training room to spend a few hours with the punching bag, but it’s the worst thing tbh bc it just amps him up rather than calming him down. but when jace is around and notices what’s happening, he’ll go with and always be casually more tactile than usual because he’s learned that touch is what really calms alec down. and it does
  • once he and magnus start dating and he’s spending more time at the loft, alec becomes mesmerized by all of magnus’s make up - all these tubes and powders and brushes? and like, it’s not his thing but it’s part of magnus and this whole gorgeous armor that he wears and so alec asks izzy about it and she introduces him to his new favorite passtime tbh: watching youtube make up tutorials
  • alec loves history like. part of the reason that he’s so rigid in shadowhunter tradition is bc there’s so much history there and here it is preserved in these small ways, these shared experiences and phrases that they have together? and magnus sees that and is afraid it will hurt him to hear the actual true story of some of that ‘history’ (and it does) but more than that it just fascinates him. he devours every story magnus tells him and almost passes out when he sees the true extent of magnus’s library (this nerd)
  • he is an early riser/light sleeper by training, by necessity, but once he starts staying over at the loft, sleeping in becomes alec’s favorite thing in the whole world. just lying there in magnus’s arms in this small separate world before the dawn that they create for themselves where there’s no war or duty or failure or shame, there’s just magnus. and alec. soft and warm, together
woman of water

bared salmon know
the artistry behind the knife
but I cannot distinguish such esoteric
subtly when it rains

a woman like myself is the refreshing current
of a mountain spring, but
I am isolated with the moss and sketchy filtration of morning’s heat

dip your feet
I am a baptism
but every twenty eight days
(I count in approximation
because I do not tabulate the ways mother declares her congenitally over my independence)
I merge with the outer stars and I recall
and build castles out of scattered ashes

mania dresses herself in crimson chiffon
and the hem of her dress slowly pulls away
from my face

I revert to fetus stage wondering where
you are

can you not hold me
these words never escape my mouth, but
I am not surprised to hear your calm voice
retort

who do you think you stretch upon
woman of water when your body canvases
and puddles in between the arms of
rounded rocks

For once, I am angry.
It has taken far too many months, far too many doctors, far too many days I will only ever get to remember as numbers,
But angering me has always been difficult.
It has always had to spend seasons rising up in my brain, budding in spring, fucking bursting in summer.
But winter is over now.
This storm of lightning and fire and every ounce of my rage will obliterate.

I am emerging from the ice that froze me over and I am bringing heat.
My feet will thaw and my fingers will warm
And I will let them
Because there is nothing more powerful than allowing myself to heal,
Nothing more rebellious than breaking every stupid rule I had placed on myself,
Every rule I followed blindly
Believing that even if it hurt, it was the best thing for me.
Screw that.
Good things don’t hurt.
Good things don’t hurt.

—  fed up
youtube

Jump into the heat, spinning on our feet
In a technicolour beat, you and me
Caught up in a dream, in a technicolour beat

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Daenerys’ Dragons :: Drogon
He is named for her dead husband, Drogo. Drogon is believed to be the reincarnation of Balerion the Black Dread, but Daenerys decides to give him a new name for his new life. The largest and most aggressive of the three dragons. Drogon’s scales are black, his horns and spinal plates are blood red and his eyes are smouldering red pits, his flame is black fire shot with red and the wash of its heat can be felt 30 feet away. His wing flap sounds like the clap of thunder.