his tongue is everywhere

Not Safe (C.H)

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warnings: cussing, mention of religion

A.N: i’m not christian so i’m sorry if any of what i say is offensive,, im trying not to mention as much religion…

His hands started to give out from holding his weight up for so long, so he hovered above on his elbows for support. That deepened the kiss. Tongue was everywhere, you wouldn’t even know what the goal was with this tongue. His crotch brushed against hers, a slight tough but enough to make him moan her name ever so loudly into her neck.

“Oh, Y/N,” he sighed into her neck. He placed small kisses on her neck and on her shoulder, moving back up to her neck. He was having the time of his life. As for her, she stared up at the ceiling. In lust? In desperation? Was she grabbing onto his shirt, desperate for a deeper touch? No. She stared at the ceiling, her eyes filled with boredom, her breathing stable, her body stiff as wood. The routine was simple and the same. Her five year long boyfriend would come over for steak and mashed potatoes for dinner with her parents, sometimes it was with mac and cheese when her mom felt adventurous! Then they’d go up to her room for their 7-8 study session, only to turn into an intense make out session. Or an intense make out session for him. But it never ended with sex. The Lord would not approve of premarital sex. Please do not break the routine.

He let out a grunt and placed one last kiss to her collarbone, letting out a deep sigh. He lifted his head above hers and touched their noses, rubbing his tip against hers. “God, I want to marry you,” he sighed. His eyes were still closed in lust as he savored her smell, the taste of her. Her eyes were wide open, her lips forming a fake smile to show him she was just as enthusiastic as he was. His eyes opened to meet hers and he returned a bigger smile to her. He kissed the tip of her nose and slowly made his way off of her, letting out a loud groan as he made his way up. He sat back on the bed and watched as she made her way up as well, her hair just slightly messed up from the slight head movements on the pillow, her lips glistening from spit and chap stick. Their eyes met and his smile turned into a smirk, proud of his work of art. She placed her hands in her lap and returned a small smile. He furrowed his eyebrows and reached up to move a strand of hair away from her face.

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||❥ out of the woods (m)

j u n ! s c e n a r i o

v a m p i r e ! a u

words: 5k

genre: ye old smut, some fluff, the usual lol

synopsis: jun has been restricted from the pure taste of blood for too long, and decides that on halloween night should he actually do something about it. also in memory of the vamp!jun series i never finished,, r.i.p


It was during the time of Halloween that a certain perilous vampire would turn his fangs of white ice upon the town streets, fingers curling unbridledly in his pockets and eyes so smoulderingly black they could be a blanket for the stars. He would untuck himself from whereabouts never revealed and slick back his soft ashy hair, parted lips allowing his tongue to taste the fresh dew that was lathered everywhere.

He could let his fangs unsheathe and gingerly poke into his mouth, he could languidly step behind a clump of children and let his irises cloud a frosty white. They thought he was just taking interest in the eventful night, like he was dressing up to resemble some ancient book character, when really this vampire wasn’t made from silvery contacts or plastic teeth, he was more than real and his desire for blood had struck like a bolt of lightning.

The only reason the vampire could walk around on a night like Halloween and not want to sink his jagged pearls into someone’s flesh was due to the fact he’d already gotten his fix. He’d consumed enough liquid copper to last up to a week, a week where he could be among human life and not want to lacerate into their delicate tissue. Yet a certain incident left the boy in a state of complete opposition. His desire for blood was skyrocketing, and it was a challenging task to keep his solid pace and not lash out at the little folk around him.

Usually Halloween was one of the only days in a year that he let himself walk fully exposed up and down the streets, nobody would suspect him, nobody would try to stab a stake of wood through his chest. He got a lot of crooned compliments whenever he hovered in one corner of town for too long, leaning against a thick oak trunk while fluttering his glittery stare toward the moon.

Your fangs look so real! Are they really plastic?

Jesus, those contacts look like they’re your actual eyes.

That’s a pretty simple yet convincing costume you got there.


And the vampire would just grin toothily and wind his way through the conversation with nothing but the wholehearted truth. Of course not a single soul would ever believe the words rolling off his tongue, not when his lips quirked into that deceitful smirk after their faces momentarily grew stiff. It was Halloween, people liked to dress up as things that didn’t exist, and according to them, he was as much as a real vampire as that one girl down the street was a fluffy purple unicorn.

Yet there happened to be one individual in town that this darkened boy was well aquatinted with, and they knew perfectly well what he was, and what he so often craved.

“I’m sorry, I turned off all my lights cause I don’t have any candy-”

A pause, the process, and then the reaction.

“Jun? What are you doing here- and holy shit why are you walking around with your fangs out and eyes all glowey?”

You couldn’t be more appalled as to why this hunk of shadows was letting every man, woman, and child be coveted to his appearance, and more importantly why his leader was letting him frolic around as such. But Jun, not to your complete surprise, just stifled a yawn that pressed up from his throat and let himself into your house, the distant squeals of mirthful children now becoming mute as the door kicked shut. You could have cloaked him in your sighs and questions that always traveled like a spool of thread, yet you decided to let him wander.

Jun rarely approached you unless he wanted something.

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anonymous asked:

Dokyeom + cunnilingus (I'm new here but I already love him - and your writing - more than life)

Smut.


Staying still had probably never been as difficult as it was when Seokmin’s tongue was exploring your wetness, his hands holding your legs open with a gentle yet firm touch and his nose rubbing into your clit as he moved his head. All you wanted to do was to buck your hips against him, yet every time you tried…

“Na’ah, princess, stay still.”

…you would hear Seokmin’s amused voice, and then feel him press you into the mattress with just a little more strength as his tongue began circling your clit, and when your breath began getting heavier, glide over it.

“Seokmin,” you whimpered, allowing your eyes to fall shut while grabbing the sheets with one hand and bringing the other to Seokmin’s hair. He hummed into you and continued moving his tongue up and down your pussy, spreading your anticipation everywhere he could while also pressing kisses to your clit.

He never really rushed while eating you out, and that time was no exception. He took his time making you feel good, bringing you to the edge with his lips and tongue giving your clit the best kind of attention you could imagine, only to move down to other parts as soon as you let out signals that you were about to come.

In all honesty you weren’t even sure if it was more because he enjoyed eating you out or because he loved having you quiver in his arms, begging for release. Not that you would’ve minded, though, because whatever the reason, it was clear you both enjoyed it.

“Please,” you sighed, your hand getting a little shaky in Seokmin’s hair as your orgasm approached you. He hummed again, his tongue relentless as it moved on your clit, circling and running over it fast. You bit down on your lower lip and were about to protest when you felt Seokmin stop, but when he began pressing kisses to your sensitive bundle of nerves, followed by his tongue moving on it rapidly again, you finally reached your peak.

Seokmin continued lapping at you throughout your orgasm, greedily licking away whatever of your release that leaked out, while you panted hard, your legs a bit shaky in Seokmin’s hands. 

When he got up and gave you a goofy grin with his face glistening in your juices, you couldn’t help but snort as you ruffled his hair. “You should see yourself.”

“I bet I look fantastic; I know you do,” he grinned and leaned down to kiss your neck, only daring to kiss you fully on the lips when you let out a grumble.


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Halos [(Part 2) NSFW]

Remus gently moves the God onto his back and kisses him deeply, his tongue moving against Sirius’, roaming around everywhere. He moves so that he is straddling the God for a bit before he slips off of the bed and gets rid of his clothes. He gets on the bed, on his knees and smirks. Sirius was so pretty. His long hair was all over the pillow, a beautiful mess. His top teeth were digging into his red bottom lip and his hands were covered by one of the devil’s soft, knitted sweaters (the type he got for Sirius but was secretly too embarrassed to give him something like that. It was too domestic for him.)

Sirius whines and stares up at him with those blown, lust-filled, grey eyes. Remus loses it. He straddles the angel and puts two fingers into his mouth. “Get those wet for me, yeah?” Sirius nods as best as he can and licks them. He starts sucking and that’s when Remus takes his fingers out and puts lube on them, (He always pretends like he doesn’t but he’d never not make sure it didn’t hurt anymore than the initial burn. Which he always uses magic to ease, mind you. Sirius plays along because Remus is happy. Except for the first time he noticed. Then he jumped on Remus and rode him and was the dirtiest God the world as ever seen, after the devil himself.)

Remus circles Sirius’ rim with the two lubed up fingers and slowly sinks one in. The reaction Sirius gives is immediate. His hips buck up and he lets out a high whimpering sound. No matter how many times they do this Sirius is always sensitive. Remus pumps that finger in and out as he uses magic to soothe the already small burn. Sirius smiles up at him, that cute, innocent, smile that drives him nuts. “Remy…” He sighs, biting his lip again. Remus’ eyes darken further as he watches.

He eases in another finger and slowly moves them in and out. He leans down and kisses Sirius as he gets rid of the pain. He moves his fingers faster inside the angel. “Pretty little God. What would your followers think?” He adds another finger and curls them. Sirius shrieks when Remus hits his prostate. “Aw, is that the angel’s spot?” He hits it with every push of his fingers. He moves them faster and faster until Sirius asks for more. “Ready, angel?” Remus asks him gently as he puts a hand on the God’s face. “You can say no. We can stop. Whatever you want.”

“I- I w-want you.” Remus ignores the feelings that rush through him and the sudden urge to pound into the god under him. He lubes up his cock heavily. Remus puts himself at Sirius’ hole and looks up at him. Sirius nods at a rapid pace and Remus slowly pushes in. No. He glides in. That was a lot of lube. Sirius let’s out a high-pitched, happy sound when he is completely in. Remus leans down to kiss him. Sirius kisses back eagerly. It’s a slow kiss for a time like this.

Or, rather, a slow kiss for a couple like this.

Their lives are fast-paced. Things change and rearrange and go from happy to sad to pain to hate. But when they are together, they ignore it because fuck you, life. And they just kiss and cuddle and walk and fly and talk and breathe. And that’s how they live. Kisses are slow and gentle for as long as they can be because life isn’t slow or gentle, even if they try to keep it that way.

Remus pulls out when Sirius tells him to move. He’s about to push back in when Sirius stops him with a hand on his chest. He pulls all the way out immediately. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry!” Remus starts to wrap his arms around Sirius before stopping, “Can I touch you?” Sirius looks at him with a questioning expression.

“Remus, I didn’t tell you to stop. I’m fine. Please do touch me.” Remus grabs him and holds him close. He kisses Sirius’ neck gently. “I was just gonna ask you to go faster, Remy. I’m sorry I scared you.”

Sirius could feel Remus shaking slightly and he realized he was still scared. After all the time Remus had thought he was a monster, hurting the one person he cared about was something he couldn’t handle. “I’m sorry. I’m such a wreck.”

“Shut up.” Sirius says with a tone that screams ‘listen to me.’ He turns to face Remus and kissed his shoulder, kissing the scars. Then he is straddling the devil and putting a hand on the half-hard cock leaking onto the others’ stomach. Sirius is kissing him before he can say anything. He feels guilty for scaring Remus enough to get him to pull out and go into full-blown ‘I’m sorry’ mode. He strokes Remus to full hardness.

Sirius lines up Remus’ cock with his hole and Remus let’s out a low groan. Sirius grins at him and kisses his cheek. “Feel good, devil?”

“Fuck yes.” Sirius flicks one of his nipples for that.

“Shhh no swearing.” Then they’re kissing and Remus finally gets his head together and his hands are everywhere as Sirius starts to ride him. He doesn’t go slow either. Sirius is making those sweet little whimpering sounds and Remus almost loses it again. Remus starts playing with Sirius’ nipples just at his cock brushes the God’s prostate. Sirius let’s out a tiny little scream. Remus puts his hands on Sirius’ hips as the angel moves at a fast pace.

Remus’ cock is hitting Sirius’ prostate dead on every time. Sirius let’s out high pitched with each thrust despite the teeth he has digging into his lip to stop them. Remus smirks up at him and, with his cock still deep inside of Sirius, rolls them over. Remus’ thrusts are fast and they all hit the black-haired god’s prostate. Remus puts a hand on the other’s leaking cock and slowly starts stroking him. Sirius let’s out a broken moan and bucks his hips. Remus’ thrust speed up and Sirius starts gasping.

“Rem- Remus, I’m gonna cum!” Remus’ thrusts slow to a stop.

Remus smirks and leans down next to the other’s ear. “Not yet.” His fingers tighten around the base of the cock in his hands and soon a black band has magicked its way around Sirius’ cock. Sirius let’s out a low moan and Remus starts sucking on his neck, “So pretty, angel. So dirty Getting desperate for the devil to touch you, to make you cum. If you weren’t a God you’d be forced from heaven.” Remus starts up again with fast paced thrusts and listens to Sirius’ high-pitched sounds and lets out a moan as his own. He switches angles and starts hitting Sirius’ prostate. Sirius’ moans turn into keens and he moves down on every thrust, trying to take in more.

Remus groans as he cums and kisses Sirius, like he always does after an orgasm. It was his form of thanks, for staying, for loving him. Sirius got the message every time. Remus smirks and thrusts into the God under him a few more times before pulling out and listening to Sirius’ broken moan.

He rolls Sirius over and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him up slightly before leaning down and kissing the god’s entrance. Sirius let out a loud keen and Remus grinned as he starts to eat out the pretty little God.

Sirius can hardly breathe. Remus keeps licking and sucking and fucking him with his tongue. Sirius’ mouth moves around incoherent words, moving his hips back on Remus’ face and letting out quiet sounds every now and again. Remus wraps a large hand around Sirius’ cock and starts to move it slowly. Sirius tries to keep quiet as Remus teases him. He tries not to tell for more, not to beg for release.

But all gods have flaws.

“Please!” He nearly screams, thrusting back on Remus’ mouth.

“Cum.” And he does, his body jerking, his mouth opening with a scream and closing from stimulation. His wings coming back out and his halo forming and glowing.

He collapses onto the bed and Remus grins, licking his hole some more just to get another jerk from Sirius’ body and a cute little scream from his mouth. He moves to lay beside the god, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his neck. “Pretty little angel.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, my god.” Sirius takes his head out of the pillow he had been biting and turns to kiss Remus’ nose.

Remus grins and then it drops off his face in a second. He gets up and runs to the bathroom.

Sirius gets up and goes to the door. “Love, can I come in?”

“No. Go to sleep.” Sirius turns the handle and opens the door. He gasps at what he sees.

Remus had grown wings and a halo of his own.

NSFW Dean Winchester Headcanons

-i feel like he would be so. fucking. loud

-like he’s just grunting and moaning and sighing into your skin 20 times a second 

-sometimes he’ll whisper sweet nothings against your neck i

-his hANDS

-he’s so. touchy

-just gripping and sliding and pulling and squeezing

-BUT HIS EYES FAM HIS EYES

-if they’re not closed then he’s just staring at you like you’re a goddess

-Devine and sweet and fuck- just all for him. He gets to see you at your most vulnerable

-fuck, his LIPS

-so soft against your own or trailing kisses down your neck or your stomach or your spine or your legs

-his favorite place is the inside of your thighs. second is your neck: he loves the sounds you make. whether it’s a soft sigh, an air stolen gasp, or a loud moan of his name. jackass gets off on it

-his tongue is just. everywhere

-flat against the swell of your clit

-licking along the V of your hips

-the asshole’s got an oral kink

-His voice fam?

-It’s just. deep and breathy and rumbling. And he’s talking about how beautiful you are, how good you taste, how he could do this for hours, how he could cum just from eating you out.

-AND WHEN YOU LET HIM, HE GETS SO DAMN GREEDY.

-he doesn’t stop blessing you with orgasms until your 5th one.

-5 is the minimum

-and then when you rIDE HIM FAM FAM

-He’s just a messy panty begging mess underneath you.

-Eyes wide with adoration bc fuck he adores you. Always has. He’s told you before but you’re a goddess and he’s here to worship one hundred percent.

-I feel like post purgatory Dean would still be big on oral

-but like, the bar has been raised bc he’s had more experience

-but oh SWEET FUCK SO MUCH SCRUFF

-AGAINST THE INSIDES OF YOUR THIGHS

-he’d leave marks all over too

-Bc he likes seeing the proof of the pleasure he’s caused you the night before (the minutes before) against the pretty softness of your skin

-could be how he’s been gripping your hips do tight bruises are the only option

-could be the trail of hickies he’s left along your neck -and your collarbone -and your legs

-your thighs as well

-sex with Dean is passionate asf

-sometimes he likes to go slow

-gyrate his hips in an unforgivingly patient pace. his head’ll be buried in your hair. and he’s forcing himself to be quiet so he can hear the squish of wet his dick makes driving into you. and everything builds up and you’re so strung you could cry. and you’re orgasm comes with a heartbreakingly broken gasp.

-then he can’t stop himself from moaning bc he’s causing this. he’s driving you wild with pleasure. he’s the one breaking you down

-he knows you can fuck him up tho so he doesn’t gloat verbally

-he has a praise kink

-when a compliment slips off your tongue he just. he fucking keens

-sometimes he likes to go fast

-like, he’s too impatient. too eager. wants you too much and his hands are in a flurry of motion. and it’s too fast for you. too much. you’re begging him to stop and to go faster and he doesn’t stop and you just. explode.

-you know he’s feeling romantic when the dirty talk gets serious

-when he starts out by telling you how he loves the way your eyes darken and the swell of your lips makes him lose his mind, and how much the physicality of you turns him on

-but then it leads into how much he loves you, needs, you, appreciates you

-when he cradles you especially close and you’re wrapped up in each other so much, the world becomes nothing short of oblivion

-cursing

Making Out With iKON

Anon Asked: Can U please do like the makeout thing for members of iKON? THANK YOU.

Jinhwan: Jinhwan seems like the type to be rough. He’d push you against the wall and kiss you roughly when you guys are alone. But once you guys go out in public, he’d kiss you softly and kiss you places that weren’t your lips he’d get to in to it. He’d more of kiss you on your hands,forehead,and cheek.

Yunhyeong: Prince Yunhyeong would most likely kiss you softly always. Even when you guys were alone. He would kiss you on your forehead and cheek in public. And sometimes give you a little peck on the lips. I can see Yunhyeong being more into hugging then kissing.

Bobby: He’d probably try to stick his tongue in your mouth. But other then that, him kissing you EVERYWHERE! You neck,lips,forehead,back,shoulder,hand, you name it. Bobby seems like the type to be into skinship and making sure  you’re comfortable around him and comfortable when he kisses you. Of course when you two are alone he’d kiss you rougher and stick his tongue in your mouth.

Hanbin: After every kiss would be a smile and maybe while you two are even kissing he’d be smiling. He’d put his arms around your waist or put his hand on your head while kissing. Like Jinhwan he’d probably kiss you softly in public but roughly at home. But one thing stays the same, you can still expect that smile.

Donghyuk: I can see Donghyuk kissing you nonstop in public. But when it comes to making out. He’d be a little bit more aggressive. He’d make sure you knew you were his. He’d start of with little pecks all around your face and then go in for the full thing. While he’s kissing you he’d probably but his hand on your face.

Junhoe: Junhoe would probably try to dominate you when you guys are making out. Even though it’s just kissing he’d think of it more then just making out. He’d  probably be the type while your making out to bite. Bite your lip and tongue. Other then that, Junhoe would be rough.

Chanwoo: Chanwoo is a baby. So he shouldn’t really be making out… But

Chanwoo would probably not make out with you and just play around. Kissing you on the cheek. Or more like asking you for a kiss and then licking your face. 

  • James playing peekaboo with little harry
  • James: Harry....no...harry give daddy back his glas- harry...harry no! No throwing!
  • Harry: *waves glasses around while cackling evily*
  • James: harry pleassssse. Give it back. Hold still you tiny booger! *lungs for his glasses*
  • *misses*
  • Lily: accio glassses!
  • Lily: james honey, you should really keep your wand close by
  • James: nah, I have you to protect me from glasses stealing babies *sticks tongue out at harry*
  • Harry: *tries to stick out his tongue and ends up spitting everywhere*
  • James: I love you too.
  • *when Lily's gone..*
  • James: you're such a fartbag harry.
  • James: Daddy's proud

anonymous asked:

OMG hi, could I have a first kiss scenario with the GOM + Kagami

Hello there! I’m sorry in advance since my answer came in short here! But I still do hope that you’d enjoy this!

Akashi: One word: perfect. He took his sweet time pressing his lips against yours; nothing close to rushed. Since it was the first kiss you two shared, he made sure to it that you’d remember it in such a way that it would make you blush whenever you do. His hand found the side of your face and tugged you towards him to increase the intimacy and also for easier access to your supple lips. Akashi definitely enjoyed it, especially after he found out that he completely made you breathless: literally and figuratively.

Aomine: Very sexy, very smooth. He began by teasing you, trailing kisses from your collarbone to your jaw line before finally settling on your lips, where his skillful tongue finally started the real deal. His hands were literally everywhere, going through every inch of your body which was craving for his touch. He was aware that it was only your first kiss, but damn, he never thought that he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself that much.

Kise: He became sexy from bubbly in a matter of a second only. His kisses weren’t what you expected them to be; it was as like a different version of Kise Ryouta was in front of you (though you actually didn’t mind). The kisses made you want more as each second passed by. In between the kisses, he wasn’t able to stop himself from uttering compliments about you: how your scent drives him insane, how your lips felt good on his, and so much more.

Kuroko: Wanting to take things slow so that you wouldn’t be too shocked, the bluenette would just give you one quick, soft, and sweet kiss. Despite the brevity of the contact of your lips, it was still enough to make you blush fifty shades the moment he pulled out. He then tugged you into one warm hug, making sure that you’d be able to hear how fast his heart was beating.

Midorima: The moment your lips finally came in contact with each other, his mind went blank. You didn’t give up easily on him though his reaction was quite discouraging since he became stiff as a log. And it was pretty much a good decision of yours since he started reciprocating as soon as his brain started functioning normally again (took him some seconds, though). In the back of his mind, he was thankful that you’ve made the first move since he was really hesitant earlier, thinking that maybe you weren’t ready for a kiss yet. His delicate fingers found their way to your hair, running through the tresses slowly, making sure that he’d be able to remember how silky they were in his hands.

Murasakibara: He found the perfect opportunity to kiss you after noticing that you had some whip cream on your upper lip from eating the dessert. The kiss was sweet, really. He made sure to it that he wasn’t crushing you the moment he started wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer to him. He still handled you with care, after all, you’re his (l/n)chin. After pulling out, Murasakibara somehow wondered if he finally found a replacement for his candy obsession after knowing that your lips were equally sweet and addicting.

Kagami: He was uncertain at first since he thought that maybe he’d be moving too fast if you two would share your first kiss right after your first date. So instead, he gathered all his courage to ask you if it was okay to kiss you, when you told him that it was okay, he inquired if you were really sure or not. After finally getting the ultimate ‘go’ signal, the redhead finally decided to place his lips on yours and gave you one brief kiss. Though it only lasted for a good five seconds, it was still enough to make your heart beat rapidly. Before finally sending you off, he made sure to it that he was able to give you one tight embrace and the right words to conclude the blissful day he had with you.

my mouth tastes like onions so im imagining sherlock finally eating something, anything, and it has onions on it. and it’s fine, it fills his stomach, and he’s proud of himself for eating something. and he wants john to proud of him too, so he tells him.

“good. it’s like you’re a real live person.”

“hm.”

“what did you have?”

“a chicken sandwich on rye. it was.. adequate.”

“yeah? good. that’s.. good.”

and thats the end of it. they go about their afternoon business, john on his blog, sherlock on the couch doing, well, nothing. it’s silent until sherlock starts to realize the weird, unplaceable taste in his mouth, and he smacks his tongue everywhere because of it, nose all scrunched up.

“sherlock.” john says, two index fingers paused mid-type.

“what.”

“what’re you doing.”

“my mouth tastes strange.”

“that’s probably because you finally put something in it. …food. i mean food.”

“hm. i dont know what it is.”

“okay, come here.”

and then john is beckoning sherlock over, and for some reason, has the stupid idea to smell his mouth. he cooks, so he’d know. that’s his reasoning, anyway. not that he wants… never mind.

 it’s a silly thing to have suggested, and john wants to retract it, but sherlock’s already waddling over and putting his pretty face right there in john’s space.

john glances at sherlock’s slightly parted, pretty plump mouth. “okay. let me just…” he starts, but he trails off.

there’s something there, unsaid, hanging and more palpable then ever because of the little space between them.

sherlock looks at john with big, expectant eyes, so close that john can see the light dusting of brown freckles across his nose and the flecks of gold in his irises.

and, for some reason, john finds it easy, in this moment, to kiss him. it’s an accident, sort of, but sherlock doesn’t seem to mind (although he is a bit surprised) and its quick but they’re kissing and kissing, tasting and teasing and humming and finally, finally, the first ever kiss -

john pulls back and makes a face.

sherlock’s heart drops. not good?

“it’s..” john scrapes his tongue with his teeth, “it’s onions. you ate onions.”

“oh.”

“i don’t like onions.”

“oh…”

and john looks at him for a moment, contemplating the situation. he really does not like onions. 

“fuck it,” he says then, and pulls sherlock back in, kissing him hard and reveling in the taste of him, the taste of sherlock, and, yes, also onions.

When he catches you

Your face fell in betrayal at his trickery. He flashed you an evil grin, eyes layered with the dark color of lust and amusement at your failed attempts of escape. You tried to pull your hands from the cuffs from behind your back but without luck.
“Now,” he whispered, holding your face up in a rough grip. “What could I possibly do to you?”
You whimpered, the tingling feeling between your legs almost rising to an ache. “Please.”
“Please what?”
You bit hard on your bottom lip, watching through desperate eyes as he slowly tilted your head to the side, revealing the pale warm skin of your neck. You yelped in surprise and pleasure as he lunged forward, attaching his teeth onto the skin, biting and sucking harshly everywhere his tongue could reach.
“Come on,” he hissed, dragging his teeth down your neck, pulling down the sleeve of your dress to the side. “Let those dirty words fall out of that pretty mouth.”
A metallic taste filled your mouth briefly from biting down on your lip so hard. “I-I want you to-”
He grinded against you, pinning your hips into the wall to keep you still against him. You surrendered to his touch, closing your eyes, remembering exactly how it felt for him to tease you with his tongue, his fingers, and finally giving in by shoving his length deep within your walls.
“I want you to fuck me hard.”
“How hard?”
You went silent yet again, trying to muster the courage to tell him exactly what you wanted.
“Very hard.”
He laughed at your words, moving his hips slowly back and forth against yours, making sure you felt how badly he wanted you. “You know better words than that.”
You gulped, trying to push your hips forward slightly to gain any feeling of relief. “Fuck me. As hard as you can. Into the wall.”
He ignored your words, looking down at your hips, legs clenched together. He moved one of his hands to his front, slowly stroking himself through his clothing, letting out a soft gasp. You whined and writhed, silently begging him not to leave you out. His dangerous eyes locked with yours. “Watch me.”
He slid his hand into his pants, grasping his length tightly, already moving his hand.
“Let me see,” you begged, trying to reach for his mouth. He denied you the kiss but slid his pants down, allowing you to watch with hungry eyes as he moved his hand, torturously slowly, up and down his length, precum already forming at the tip. You whimpered, torn between watching and closing your eyes. He moaned out your name, pressing his damp forehead against yours, pumping himself harder, making you squirm yet again.
“You like watching this?” He asked you, breathy and moaning, letting the tip touch against your stomach through your clothing. You tried to tug yourself out of the binds again, only making him go harder.
“Yes, I like it.” You pushed it out, pressing your hips against his, pulling a louder moan from him.
He grinned. “Then you won’t mind watching me finish myself off.”
“No!” You squealed in protest, feebly trying to grind your hips against his. “I want to feel you finish in me.”
He groaned, finally letting go of himself to hitch up the hem of your short dress, scooping your underwear to the side in an instant. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
He kissed your neck, sweetly and tenderly as he slowly pushed himself into you, a loud moan of mixed pain and pleasure filling the room. He stilled, waiting for you to indicate when he could move.
He thrust, slowly, watching your face the entire time.
“Fuck you’re so big!” You gasped out, wanting to wrap your arms around his waist, to drag your nails over his muscular chest, to kiss his sweating neck, to touch him anywhere.

Your Love On My Skin. NS Fanfic.Chapter One.

(NS Tattoo AU, based on my art series.)

When Naruto Uzumaki was twelve, he got his first tattoo.

Being an orphan, he lived on the streets, learning at a very young age that life alone, shunned by society, was a life that wasn’t all too enjoyable. 

He could still remember as the thugs beat him under the rubbish laden bridge, his blood everywhere around him, in his sight, on his tongue, in his breath. 

“You’re trash! You’re nothing, fox boy!!”

They were a bunch of bullies who enjoyed picking on him at school. He couldn’t understand what he did to deserve such cruelty from them.

One of them suddenly received an entertaining revelation.

“Dude… I have a needle. Let’s put whiskers on his face..!”

“Yeah! Then he’ll be a real fox boy!!”

The bloodied blonde began to struggle even harder as the older kids used the weight of their bodies and restraining hands to hold him still as the boy with the needle he dipped in ink began to draw three horizontal lines on each side of his face. 

His pained cries reached the ears of a man passing by. 

 “HEY! What the h*ll are you kids doing!?” 

 He immediately ran towards the hoodlums, waving his hands and pointing, effectively scaring them away from the body he saw on the ground as he sprinted forward. 

“Naruto… is that you?”

That day, Naruto was saved by his teacher, and current mentor, Mr. Iruka Umino.

It wasn’t until after he was taken to the hospital, his swollen face cleaned and stitched up, was he able to see the three lines on either side of his face, a permanent reminder of how much the world hated him.

“Dear, Lord… Naruto. Your face…” Iruka’s voice was ripe with compassion. “What did they do to you?”

“They’re whiskers.” The injured boy replies in a low, honest voice. “They drew them on my face because I draw foxes in class instead of work…”

Iruka noted how defeated he sounded, covered in bandages with no tears to cry out. He had received a disfigurement that would literally scar him for life, and there was really nothing he could do about it. The pony tailed man knew that there were no parents, relatives, or even friends.

That was when he decided to be that first bond in the poor lad’s sad, lonely existence. 

Being a very underpaid teacher, Iruka lived in a tiny apartment on the top floor of a brick building in the heart of the city. With permission of the kind landlady, he was able to rent the small shed on the roof for Naruto to live in. The tiny shack was usually used for extra storage to any boarders who were able to pay for it. Since no one in the slums could afford extra items to use in the extra space, it was mostly empty.

Naruto opened the door gingerly, the flimsy metal bending as he moved it.

“You can stay here for free and as long as you like, if you continue to go to school. Just, try to draw a little less foxes and pay more attention.”

Iruka couldn’t tell if Naruto was silent because he was dismayed with the cramped, spider webbed living space, or if he was just going to reject his kind offer to quickly disappear onto the streets.

“I have a lifetime supply of instant ramen because my uncle is the manufacturer of ‘Ichi’s Instant Ramen’, so you can eat at my place every night, if you like.” He continues, cautiously, saddened that he couldn’t offer the boy anymore than a closet and junk food. “Does that sound okay..?”

Naruto turns around suddenly, surprising the well-meaning adult with a brilliant, whiskered grin that his teacher had never seen before. 

“Yeah! I love ramen more than anything!!”

With Iruka’s support, Naruto  the journeyed next years of his adolescence less alone and with more love than he had ever been shown in his life, to the best of his memory.

Of course, his scars affected much of the decisions he made, so when he was sixteen,  his guardian allowed him to “fix” his face. 

“Excuse me… I need to cover my scars with something cool.” He went to a legitimate tattoo parlor and talked to a skinny, tattooed teenage boy in the front of the shop. 

“Ah, yeah! I think they’re so light, we can lead the eye away from the whisker-things distracting them with a quote, or your favorite saying in light letters, right here on your jawline.” The older boy points to his face like he was planning out a painting on a canvas. 

“Kabuto, I got this one.” A deep voice rumbles behind them.

A burly, inked man with long, shaggy white hair walks into the front room and ushers Naruto in a nearby chair.

“W-what are you going to put on my face?” The slightly intimidated boy stutters, as the man ignores him and quickly pulls on some gloves.

“Iruka is my good buddy… he called and told me everything.” Naruto could feel his voice soften as large fingers roughly cleaned his tri-lined cheeks. “This one is on the house.”

The needles pressed painfully into the scar tissue of his face, but it wasn’t the most painful thing he had physically felt, so he closed his eyes and sat very still. Once the pain passed, he opened his eyes and looked straight ahead to the mirrors to see what the man had done.

What he found, startled him.

 His crude whiskers (which looked like thin, bluish scratches) were transformed into what seemed to be powerful, bold looking war paint.

“Jiraiya… why did you cover the whiskers with bigger whiskers?” 

Naruto heard his tattoo artist’s assistant, a skinny teen covered with small, experimental looking tattoos. According to the annoyance in the older boy’s voice, the artist, known simply as Jiraiya, was famous for making unorthodox decisions. The white-haired man grins at Naruto as he pats his back.

“You should never be ashamed of your battle scars.”

The whiskered boy agreed with Jiraiya, walking onto his school campus finally feeling like he was in control of his destiny. 

-The End of Chapter One.

–Story by ODG

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“Did you see her pink hair?”

“Yeah, what a hipster. I bet she likes all of the attention that she gets with those crazy tattoos.”

Naruto Uzumaki hated riding the bus, but if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have seen the woman who would become his everything.