still want to kiss her on the mouth


Surprise! Another fic for Nessian Smut Week! (Note: Takes place in fae universe) Hopefully you all enjoy it since I am still testing out the waters of writing mature content. Happy reading~!


           “Whatever you want sweetheart. Just give the word,” Cassian smirks and shrugs his shirt off.  Her pale hands rove his exposed chest riddled with scars. She glides fingers down his tanned muscled skin. Nesta leans up to give him open-mouthed kisses on his collarbone.          

            “I want more than words Cassian. I want you moaning for me and making me never want to leave this bed.” Nesta gripped the sides of his face and brought him down in a searing kiss.     

           Leaves rustled above Nesta as she sat on branch overlooking her previous home. Her fae ears could pick out the sound of her father moving in one of the rooms from the opened windows and summer breeze stirred the loose stands of golden brown hair that had escaped the simple braid.

           Currently she was wearing plain clothes she had taken from the local village. She didn’t feel terribly bad for the theft since the clothes were mostly ragged, but she couldn’t stand to stay in her fine Night Court clothes after wearing them through her journey and over the wall that still stood between the fae and human lands. The dark blue shirt she now wore was large enough that it hung slightly off her shoulder and the pants were a tad tight, but Nesta wasn’t going to complain if that meant she could wear clean clothes.

           Nesta closed her eyes in contemplation. She had left the Night Court almost five days ago as quickly as she could. Not a moment was spared to grab anything with her or tell anyone where she was going. Which was how she wanted it to be. She hated herself for not warning her sisters ahead of time so they wouldn’t worry, but Nesta had to leave the Night Court before she did or say something she regretted.

           The painful memory of Cassian and Nesta’s fight flooded her mind. They were arguing, but that wasn’t uncommon. Usually the fight was nothing major. They would bicker about the small things and tease one another, but the last argument turned into a battle zone. It started off small and escalated into a yelling match.

             She faintly recalled that the disagreement stemmed from her wanting to participate in the Blood Rite.  The Rite meant she would go unarmed into the mountains at the Illyrian camp without using her magic, Siphons or supplies. Nesta wanted to prove the Illyrians who still thought her frail and useless that she was a force to be reckoned with. She would show them that she was a true warrior rather than a weakling so many of believed her to be. And she planned to beat those pricks by using the Blood Rite they thought meant everything toward being a true Illyrian warrior

               But Cassian was firmly against it. He couldn’t allow his mate on the mountains alone with no allies against hundreds of Illyrians males who would seek her out and try to destroy her.

                   “You can’t order me not to be in the Blood Rite Cassian,” Nesta said firmly. “It’s my choice.”

                   “Like hell you’re going into those mountains,” Cassian turned to face her with his arms crossed. He held the posture of the Army Commander who wasn’t willing to budge on this matter. “Nesta those males will do everything in their power to break you up there. My blood is already boiling with the thought of what they would do if they got their hands on you.”

                   “Let them try,” Nesta haughtily turned her head up to face her mate. “I’m strong enough to take them.”

                   “Nesta you underestimate them-“

                   “No, you are underestimating me Cassian.”

                  “I’m not.” Cassian inhaled trying to control himself as he explained. “Why can’t you just trust me on this Nesta?”

                  “Because it’s my right Cassian!” Nesta flew her hands in the air in exasperation.

                 “You were not born an Illyrian Nesta,” Cassian raised his voice as well. “You have no idea what it means to take part in the Rite and I’ll be dead before you’re put in that danger.”

                 “So you intend chain me like Tamlin tried with Feyre?” Nesta argued back. At this point their voices could be heard by anyone in the House of Wind.

                  “Don’t you dare compare me to that fucking prick,” Cassian snarled. “I’ve trained with you and allowed you to train with the other Illyrians which is far more than what that bastard ever gave your sister.”

                 “You allow me to train? Well Commander maybe you should watch yourself, because last I checked I don’t take orders from brutes who think they can control me!”

                  “You won’t be participating in the damn Blood Rite,” Cassian brushed past Nesta as if wanting to end the argument before it got out of control. But it was already too late.

                  “Yes. I. Will.” Nesta gritted out and faced Cassian who froze in the kitchen. His hazel eyes darkened and Nesta could see the red Siphons flicker with restrained power.

                 “Don’t Nesta.” Cassian spoke in a deadly calm manner. “I am asking you to please listen to me instead of thinking about your pride right now.”

                 “And why?! Why should I when you won’t let me do this one-“

                 “What would happen if any of those males banded together against you Nesta? Do you think they will go easy on you?” Cassian’s voice boomed with unleashed emotions. “Do you know what would happen if they restrained you? You, a helpless female, at their mercy? I can imagine that they would do far worse things than what happened you as a human. Is that what you want Nesta? To be taken advantage of and being at their fucking mercy while I can’t do anything to help?” Cassian seethed at his release of pent up worries and rage at the thought of Nesta being hurt by someone. His words echoed between them and Nesta was frozen.

                 Memories of her past with Tomas didn’t plague her mind as they used to. She had grown stronger and more resilient since that day. As a human she had narrowly escaped him and as a stronger fae she didn’t imagine she could be pushed into a position like that again. But now Cassian had trudged up those memories and put them in a harsher light.

              Cassian thinks I’m still that defenseless human girl who could barely protect herself.

             The thought felt like a slap to the face and hurt worse when she could feel the way he was scared for her down the bond. He truly didn’t think she was strong enough to protect herself.

            Sadness sweeps Nesta up before she could can herself. A tinge of anger and fear swirled in the depths of despair that Nesta had fallen into. She quickly put up walls against the bond. Blocking him out and keeping her thoughts and feelings hidden behind them.

           Cassian’s head snaps up at the brief flicker emotions he felt from Nesta before her walls cleaved him off.


         “Don’t.” Nesta backed away. “Just don’t Cassian.”

           He took a small step toward her as if he was approaching an animal that may bolt in fright. His expression was one of shock and regret. A phantom hand tried to comfort her down the bond, but was met with fortified walls. Cassian’s breath stuttered when he felt their connection blocked by the walls she put up.

          Nesta didn’t stick around the House of Wind. She hurried away and sought sanctuary away from the pain his eyes held as she cut herself off from.

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You Want to Watch? (V) ft. Hwasa

Warning: female reader pronouns. girlxgirl smut. Voyeurism. masturbation. Oral. Face riding. Fingering. Cum shot… there’s a lot. It’s dead ass smut from start to end so I’m gonna start this off with a keep reading :)

Hyejin’s lips were all over you. From the moment you’d stepped into the room together she hadn’t let up. Her plump lips pressed against your heated skin desperately, almost abusively as she nipped at anything she found available. She pushed your skirt upward and let her thigh move into position against your still clothed slit.

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tipping the velvet - unrequitedexistence - Holby City [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

They toast their undeniable sexual chemistry back into the closet, but it all comes crashing down…

The toast still rang in her ears, the ripples of sound from two glasses, both half full and half empty, meeting halfway and becoming, for a brief moment, whole, one.


The ashes still thick on her tongue, on her throat, from words that had missed their calling, spreading seeds of self-combusting doubt… where there had been none.

She had kissed Serena because she wanted to. She had kissed Serena because Serena had made it impossible, unbearable, not to. Desire had been given no role, overpowering devotion having claimed the monologue as if the purpose of its birth.

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Tautened by Jess MacDonald

I kissed her again and lit up once more. She tasted like peaches and laughter and I remember thinking that peaches were my new favorite fruit. She giggled between kisses and I felt myself melting into the pavement. Her laughter burst like carbonation in my mouth, fizzy and sweet. I kissed her again, amazed and in awe of how soft she was. How kissing her made me feel drunker than any liquor I’d ever drank. How I never wanted to stop. How even though we clung to each other, she still wasn’t close enough.

Annabella. Annabella. Annabella.

I’d said before that I liked the way her name felt in my mouth. That didn’t compare to how her mouth felt on mine. Nothing did.

I felt like I was awake for the first time in my entire life.

“Katherine never compelled me. I knew everything.”

I’m not sure if writers are purposely ignoring the first season and its flashback episodes or if they literally can’t remember and have no idea what happened on their own goddamn show.

In 1x13 “Children of the Damned”, Katherine shows Damon how to “hunt” humans and drink from them then kill them, and Damon actually helps her and lies on the road doing nothing while she’s killing innocent men. Then he asks her what to do with the bodies after, like he’s legit thinking this through. And after all of THAT, after knowing this is a vampire lifestyle and THAT is how they survive, by KILLING PEOPLE and DRINKING THEIR BLOOD, he still declares that “he’s ready” to become one and that he WANTS Katherine to turn him. He kisses her with the victim’s blood still all over her mouth, Damon is bothered by it for like a second and then she tells him that he should get a taste and so he does. Damon’s soul and morals were corrupt WAY before he became a vampire. Everything horrible thing he did later on is just who Damon is. Arguing that he was ready to kill himself after finding out Katherine died and Stefan “forced” him into this life is wrong, and even if it wasn’t, it’s still a weak argument. He could’ve still let himself die even after Stefan made him complete the transition.

Yet, 8 seasons later and it’s still a running theme that everything Damon does and who he is is Stefan’s fault. I’m so tired of the show making it seem like he’s a victim and innocent in all of this and Stefan is the worse brother. That’s not even remotely true. It’s actually the complete opposite. 

Theory: Ron and Hermione’s Kiss in the Room of Requirement was Not Their First

Here’s the relevant part from DH:

“No,” said Ron seriously, “I mean we should tell them to get out. We don’t want anymore Dobbies, do we? We can’t order them to die for us – ”

There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth.

Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

Is this the moment?“ Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. "Oi! There’s a war going on here!”

Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.

I know, mate,“ said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, "so it’s now or never, isn’t it?”

Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?“ Harry shouted. "D'you think you could just – just hold it in until we’ve got the diadem?”

Yeah – right – sorry –" said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.

A lot of people take this to be their first kiss, and certainly it’s the first time the reader and Harry see them kiss. But there’s nothing in the passage to definitively state that this is their first kiss. Their reactions and Ron’s “now or never” comment work regardless of whether this is their 1st kiss or their 28th kiss (but 1st kiss in front of Harry).

The reason I don’t believe that it was their 1st kiss was that they were practically an item even at the wedding, and I don’t think they spent 9 months in close quarters without ever moving forward in their relationship. I think it’s far more likely that they were moving slowly and keeping it on the DL because they didn’t want to hurt or distract Harry.

Data points:

  • Ron and Hermione have plenty of time just the two of them before Harry arrives at the Burrow. As DH goes on, Harry feels like Ron and Hermione are talking about him when he’s not around. The trio is taking turns guarding, so Ron and Hermione actually have quite a bit of time with just the two of them.
  • Ron quirks his eyebrow when Hermione makes an accidental innuendo about Harry’s polyjuice potion looking tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, which shows a pretty high comfort level with something that should have been a bit touchy.
  • Hermione reacts much more strongly to Ron’s arrival after the 7 Potters, and doesn’t even bother to conceal her feelings. He comforts her almost reflexively, and she even speaks to him with her hands still around his neck.
  • When Ron gives Harry the book, he says that if only he had had the book last year, he “would have known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I would’ve known how to get going with…” Ron breaks off here, but it’s clear that he intended to say Hermione. But notice that he frames both events as happening in the past, before he had the book.
  • Ron asks Hermione to dance on a whim, she’s surprised but they go off to the dance floor and continue dancing for most of the night, until Hermione “simply can’t dance anymore.”
  • Ron’s first reaction when the Death Eaters raise their wands in the cafe is to lunge across the table and push Hermione (who has her back to the Death Eaters) sideways onto her bench.
  • Though Hermione seems surprised when he offers her a handkerchief, she doesn’t seem at at all phased/distracted when he wraps his arm around her or otherwise comforts her.
  • Hermione sleeps on the couch cushions and they fall asleep holding hands. That’s actually really intimate gesture and sort of implies a conversation as well. 
  • Even when Ron argues with Harry and ends up leaving, the way Ron asks Hermione if she’s coming and way Hermione responds makes it seem like there’s some kind of mutual obligation (i.e., they’re romantic partners). She “looks anguished” and immediately frames it as a decision that they made together (“we said we’d go with Harry, we said we’d help”). When Ron says she’s choosing Harry, she immediately denies this rather than trying to be impartial.
  • Ron tells the Snatchers not to hurt Hermione and Hermione does the same when the Snatchers start beating him up.
  • Ron takes full responsibility for Hermione during the MM scene, from running to pull her out from under the chandelier immediately after it falls on her to carrying her inside the moment they arrive at Shell Cottage.
  • I’m sure they were slowed down by everything else going on, but I really don’t think they could have spent 8 months in the same small space without once addressing their feelings for one another. Hermione and Ron wear their hearts on their sleeves, and there’s no way they didn’t have a few angry outbursts that turned into productive conversations.

Though some have argued that the scene where Ron destroys the locket shows that Ron still isn’t sure whether Hermione has feelings for him, I would argue that even if Ron was reasonably sure that Hermione had chosen him, he had just run off for a month in an act of cowardice and spent the past month filled with self-loathing. It’s not that strange that he would have a setback or worry that Hermione and Harry were bonding over their mutual hatred of their cowardly ex-friend.

Ron and Hermione’s behavior throughout DH is much more “couple-like.” They’re quick to take responsibility for the other in situations of danger, more physical, and seem to feel more obligated toward the other person.

I think it’s far more likely that they were already romantically involved in some capacity, but had been moving slow and keeping it from Harry because they didn’t want to make him feel bad/hurt or distract from the more important task at hand.

TL;DR: Ron and Hermione’s relationship in DH seems much more characteristic of two people in a romantic relationship. And platonic friends who are still dancing around their feelings for another don’t fall asleep holding hands.

anonymous asked:

Can you write about how Zuko hates waking up early in the morning, but Katara wakes him up anyway because she knows it annoys him and he looks so cute when he's annoyed!

Katara slowly opened her eyes. It wasn’t even dawn yet. She groaned. This was the third time in a row this week that she had woken up extremely early. Probably because of the baby kicking inside of her.  These pregnancy wonders were keeping her awake. 

She moved Zuko’s arm from around her waist and sat up. Katara let out a yawn. Usually she wasn’t up before Zuko, but these past three nights have been brutal. With less sleep she wasn’t able to focus as well during the day. Katara laid back down, she turned towards Zuko. He was fast asleep, she wanted to see his golden eyes. 

Katara leaned in and kissed his nose. Nothing. 

She kissed each eyelid next. Still nothing. 

She kissed him on the mouth. Nada. 

She let out a huff and then started to kiss his jaw, moving him a little bit. Zuko opened his eyes and grumbled something. 

“What was that?” She murmured against his jaw. Zuko groaned. 

“It’s too early, ‘Tara.” He grumbled. Katara chuckled against his jaw. 

“Too early for what, my love?” 

“It’s too early for kisses.” He grumbled back. Katara ignored him and kept kissing him. Zuko rolled her over, stopping her, and laid on top of her carefully. He started to kiss her vigorously too. Kissing her from her forehead to her jaw. Katara was in a fit of giggles. 

“Okay. Okay.” Katara moaned when he started to suckle on her neck. “Okay, mm, okay.” 

Zuko stopped and looked back up at her. “We’re good?”

She nodded. “We’re good. I just wanted to see your eyes.” 

Zuko smiled at her and kissed her. 

“I’m so in love with you.” He said against her lips. Katara kissed him back. Hard. She flipped them over and laid on him, her stomach against his toned one. 

“I’m so in love with you too.” 

Alex hates that she has to try vegan ice cream because gross, but then she’s sitting on Maggie’s couch, cuddled into her side, and Maggie is spoon feeding her and she has this stupid satisfied smile on her face as she dips the spoon into Alex’s mouth and all Alex wants to do is roll her eyes at her girlfriend. It tastes nothing like the ice cream she loves so much but she gets over the taste because everything about this moment is perfect and still feels a little surreal to Alex. She leans in and kisses Maggie with the vegan ice cream still lingering on her lips and it makes everything sweeter. And all she can do is smile because she’s SO happy and still getting used to it.

imagine if their first kiss happened after sakura pressed such a shy, tentative kiss to sasuke’s cheek. she wanted so much to really kiss him, but she was way too flustered to really go for it, so she went and kissed his cheek instead, blushing furiously.

the move is so unexpected that sasuke stiffens and stays that way for a few seconds, before he turns to look at her, eyes still fractionally widened. and then he sees how red she is and how embarrassed she must feel, and he can’t help but to reach out and cup her face, thumbing those adorably red cheeks so tenderly. he can still feel the memory of those soft lips on his skin, and suddenly he wants to feel them again.

so he leans in himself, and kisses the corner of her mouth with light, lingering pressure, before he pulls back just enough to catch her flustered gaze and leans in to finally kiss her mouth. her lips are so soft on his he finds, and her breath is so warm as well, but the best part of it all is feeling sakura kissing him back, moving her mouth so shyly on his, so unsurely–evidently just as new to this as he is.

and sasuke finds that he just wants to do this with her forever. 

anonymous asked:

Hey, there's this girl that I really like and I don't know how to tell if she's gay/bi or not. And i don't know how to talk to her because I'm really shy. Can you give me some tips

If you want her, you have to talk to her. You have to open your mouth and make understandable sounds. So, talk to her, know each other, make her laugh and listen to her. And, if you still like her, you will kiss her. Don’t worry: she will not run away yelling out scared. She could refuse you or not, but no one knows this for now.

in the sun her hair turns golden. she frowns when she talks about it. “brown,” she says, her mouth pulling downwards. 

in the mornings, it tangles around her in a halo. in the afternoons it slides through my fingers in waterfalls. at night, beside me, she smells of meadows. her hair was in a braid when i first met her. was parted down the other side. since then she’s grown it out and dyed it twice. i think i could see her hair from a mile and still know it was hers. it’s wild like her, only occasionally behaving, usually the source of a pout i want to kiss away. it’s black underwater. when she swims she looks like a mermaid.

i tell her that i think her hair is nice. “it’s soft,” i say. everything about her is beautiful in the same way. even when she feels ugly. even when she’s crying. “it’s very pretty.”

she pouts again. that pink lip she has no idea is silk. she says, “don’t lie to me.”

i don’t have the words to tell her that i am in awe of every part of her body. i don’t know how to explain that everything about her is fascinating. that her soul is the brightest thing i’ve ever seen. “it’s pretty,” i say again. she doesn’t believe.

Imagine helping Dean through a nightmare

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His Pov

“Dean,” She asks, her tone full of confusion. “A-are you okay?”

I don’t answer her, still looking around the dark motel room making sure that it was just a dream. I feel her arms wrap around my shoulders as she presses soft kisses onto my bare shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asks, and I shake my head no, wanting nothing more to forget about the nightmare.

We lay back down and I close my eyes. I can feel that Y/n is snuggled against me, her upper arm drawing random shapes into my skin. “I love you, you know that right?”  I ask, still keeping my eyes closed.

I hear her soft giggle and the stressed line my mouth had, is now a weak smile. “Of course I do! I love you too Dean.”

“Can you promise me something?” I take her silence as a reason to go on. “Promise that when I wake up, you’ll still be here.”

“I promise. Now get some sleep honey, I’ll see you when I wake up.”

Everlark First Kiss

For @everlarkedalways‘s Everlark Love Challenge. 

This is the first Everlark kiss I ever wrote. Hope you like it.

She closed her eyes and leaned towards him, finally erasing the distance between them.

His lips were soft and warm, and they welcomed hers immediately. Time stood still as he bit her upper lip, nibbling gently on the tender flesh.

The entire world melted away. She was floating, weightless. Tethered to the ground by the soft pressure of Peeta’s lips. She felt his hand tangling in her hair, pulling her closer to him and she sighed, breathless, into his mouth.

She wanted to get closer to him, to feel his warmth encasing her. But she was still sitting on a chair while he was still standing. She brought her hand to his cheek. The feel of soft stubble under her fingertips made her smile. This is real, she thought, we’re not in the Capitol anymore. Her thumb kept tracing circles along his jaw as she gently pushed him away from her. His eyes were unfocused, surprised, disbelieving, and her heart ached for him.

“Katniss?” he whispered, an edge of panic in his voice.

She smiled at him tenderly. She looked straight into his eyes, trying to pour all the love she felt for him into her gaze. When she spoke, her voice was barely a whisper, not intended for anyone else but him.


His face broke into the most brilliant smile she had ever seen. Something glowing and warm exploded inside her chest and spread throughout her body, and she remembered why she’d stopped kissing him. In one swift motion, she stood up, pushing the chair away from her with the back of her knee. Peeta followed her motions. His hand never leaving its place at the back of her head as he pulled her towards him. She wrapped her arms around him, holding on to his sturdy frame as she stood on the tips of her toes and reached for his lips once more.

Any Other Wednesday

just friends

I wrote some smut for my best friend eisschirmchen because she’s secretly a pervert and I love her and she’s been craving some smut for a while.

Lithe fingers traced along the tattoo on his arm that she knew so well while her mouth sucked and kissed his neck. His heavy panting was music to her ears. The small whisper of her name everything she wanted and needed. Fingers dug into her hips as he ground them against his own, and the feel of his erection pressed against her shorts made her ache for him more. She needily mewled when his teeth gently nibbled at her ear. The desire between them was too strong considering how much clothes they both still had on.

Later on when Maka looked back on this moment, she’d say it was all his fault that they ended up parked on the side of the road in the front seat of her car. It was all his fault that they were two cliche people steaming up the windows as they made out and touched each other in places that friends shouldn’t be touching.

But really it was both their faults.

Had she chosen to wear her shirt at the lake house instead of the bikini, he wouldn’t have found the need to be more touchy. Had he not been topless for most of the day as the sun kissed his skin, she wouldn’t have stared at him longer than normal. Really, they were both to blame, but she chose to say it was all his fault anyways.

This entire thing between them was his fault, not hers.

That’s what she would tell her friends if the question were ever asked. Even though she knew it was equal parts both their fault that they fell into this sinful, wonderful relationship.

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how stydia kiss should’ve ended

*lydia pulls away slowly as if savouring the moment*
Lydia: *mumbles her thoughts aloud* you’re a very good kisser..
Stiles: *out of breath but manages to lift his mouth into a little smile, still dazed* You should try kissing me when I’m not out of breath.
Lydia: *eyes open wide and finds it hard to look away from stiles* is that an invitation?
Stiles: *stumbles over his words, mentally face palming* I mean…- if you want it to be…

Swallow It

A few years ago my wife and I were staying at her parents place for some family occasion. We’d all been to the beach and were having showers to wash of the sand and salt. To speed things up a bit my wife and I got in the shower together with no plans on our minds. While we were in the shower I started playing with her boobs and kissing her. She put her hands between my legs and started to make me hard. When she had me up she went down on her knees and started sucking me off. She’s really good with her mouth and the added thrill of knowing all the family with just a door away made me cum in no time.

When she had taken my load in her mouth she stood up and started to kiss me. I was a bit shocked at first but figured that if I want her to get it in her mouth I shouldn’t be a miser, so I kissed her back. Our tongues were playing around with the sperm, still warm and sticky passing back and forth between us. I loved it, it was so hot! Then she pushed it into my mouth and told me to swallow it while she smiled a devious smile. How could I resist? So I did as I was told and loved it. We’ve done it many times since and I often ask to come on her boobs and lick them clean. Often after we fuck I’ll go down on her or get her to sit on my face so I can lick the sperm from her vagina.

As much as I don’t want a Bellamy and Clarke kiss this season, if it’s done right, that doesn’t mean I will hate a kiss this season.

Let’s say for s&g’s that the spoiler is legit, that Clarke is going to kiss Bellamy in the hopes that it makes her feel something.

Just imagine her hugging him first, her arms wrapped around his waist and his eyes closed as she grips him tightly. Then her lips touch his shoulder through his t shirt, followed by the skin of his neck, the column of his throat, the underside of his jaw.

His eyes are still closed because he has no idea what the hell she’s doing but he also doesn’t want her to stop.

Her lips touch his softly, nothing more than gently moving her mouth against his and he kisses her back until he feels her tongue running the seam between his lips. He pulls away, resting his forehead against hers.


She looks up at him with pained eyes. “Bellamy, I just…I just need to feel something. Can you just…”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He kisses her this time, deepening it immediately, his tongue sliding against hers. A need he’s never known before takes over him as she pushes him against the wall, her fingers splaying over the skin of his hips beneath his shirt.

“Wait…wait.” He stops completely, pushing her away gently and holding her by her shoulders. “We can’t…I can’t.”


He shakes his head sadly but stands tall. “Not like this.”

She watches incredulously as he walks out of the room, never once looking back.

Once: A Lucaya Fanfic
  • Lucas: Once I called your mamma short and she freaked out, she was so mad and I was kinda scare of her. In fact I was so scare of her when I met her, I didn't believed she would actually like me. I even went out with your aunt Riley for a little while. I'm gladd your mamma gave me a chance. I like her a lot you know.
  • Maya: lucas, stop talking to my belly. She doesn't stop kicking and I'm sleepy.
  • Lucas: But I like it when she kicks back!
  • Maya: is because she wants you to shut up too. We're sleepy.
  • Lucas: ok... (Wispering) once I pushed your mamma to a lake and I didn't know she wasn't a swimmer and she almost drowns, so I had to jump in and take her out and she was fine but still I gave her mouth to mouth because I wanted to kiss her. She was so mad at me.
  • Maya: I can still hear you Huckleberry. And now I'm hungry.
  • Lucas: What you want?
  • Maya: m... Sweet and sour.
  • Lucas: pancackes and fruit?
  • Maya: perfect!
  • Lucas: be right back!
  • Maya: once I called your daddy a fourtune cookie. Because He always says the things you need to hear. He told me once I was a great artist, so that I wouldn't stop painting. He even taught me how to pray so I didn't loose hope. He's such a good guy. You'll like him.
  • Lucas: want hot cocoa? Or orange juice?
  • Maya: I want hot cocoa. With-
  • Lucas: with little marshmellows I know baby. Be right back...
  • Maya: see what I mean... He's great. Now, be nice and don't kick him when he talks, I know he's a huckleberry, but be nice.
  • Lucas: here's your food ma-am.
  • Maya: thank you Huckleberry.
  • Lucas: you're wellcome shortstack. How's my little pancake?
  • Maya: she's hungry.
  • Lucas: on our first date I took your mamma to a date in a cafe and she poured all our drinks over my head.
  • Maya: Stop saying this things to her. She'll think I'm the bad parent and you're the good one.
  • Lucas: Well that's nor true baby girl. Mamma is a very nice loving angel. And the most beautiful you'll ever see. And I love her so much, and you will too.
  • Maya: Lucas?
  • Lucas: yeah?
  • Maya: (smiles) I love you too Huckleberry.
  • Lucas: I know shortstack.
  • Maya: Thank you for my 3am snack. We apreciate it a lot.
  • Lucas: Anything for my girls.
But I Love You

She kissed him softly. The lipstick she wore had an odd taste, he realized. A taste of makeup, whatever makeup tastes like. Women don’t eat lipstick, no, but still he wondered how they can wear it all day and not be bothered by the taste. He thought to wipe his mouth, but he didn’t want her thinking he was wiping away her kiss. “Good night,” he said simply.

“You don’t want to stay?”

“You don’t want me to stay,” he said. “That’s the alcohol talking.” And he was right, it wasn’t just an excuse. She had been drinking from left to right all night; that’s why he offered to take her home. In fact, they had been lingering outside in her bushes for about five minutes before going inside because she said she needed to throw up.

“Please stay,” she said. “I want you to stay.” She kissed him again, this time with more force.

“You’ll regret it if I stay,” he said, gently removing himself from her. “Go sleep now, little bird.”

She looked almost disappointed. She started walking closer to him, but her drunken state had caused her to trip. He caught her before she hit the floor. “But I love you,” she said, bopping his nose. He saw the twinkle in her eyes and for a moment, just a moment, thought she meant it.

He stopped, his eyes wide. “You don’t mean that,” he said in a whisper. It’s the alcohol talking.

He lifted her off the ground and carried her to the sofa. She was asleep before her head touched the pillow. He was almost tempted to have one last kiss, but thought better of it. She would regret it in the morning, he reminded himself. “I love you too,” he said quietly, only to himself.

but god can you imagine how much blue and gansey are going to kiss after the first time? like they’ll go back to monmouth after the finale climax of trk, or maybe they’ll get into the pig and go up to the mountains, and it’ll be dark and they’ll both be breathless thinking about it and then. and then gansey will pull the car off the road and they’ll look at each other and the moon will probably shining through the windshield washing out the skin of blue’s face like right over her mouth and they’ll just look at each other and then. just. kiss. because they’ve both been deprived of it for so long and they don’t want to hold back and it’ll probably start out still as stone but when blue feels gansey still breathing and warm and ALIVE she’ll move and soften and that’ll be it. they never stop kissing.

they kiss when they see each other, they kiss when they leave each other, they kiss everywhere, in front of everyone, and they don’t care. they do it because they can. they kiss at blue’s prom and they kiss on the field when blue graduates from high school and they kiss in the beautiful and large auditorium when gansey graduates from aglionby and they kiss when ronan proposes to adam and they kiss in the middle of the grocery store in front of the loaves of bread and pudding cups and they kiss and they kiss and they kiss and they never tire of it. they love it and they love each other and they love that they’re allowed to love each other. and like. oh god imagine their wedding day when they’re under that big tree in the backyard of 300 fox way in front of their friends and family (because no matter how many times mrs. gansey offered, blue wouldn’t let them pay for a big extravagant wedding when all she needed was her four boys) and they’re finally told “you may kiss” like they just go for it and it’s stupid sweet and probably a little much and maybe ronan rolls his (teary) eyes and maybe adam grins and looks at his husband (!!!) and maybe noah sticks his tongue out and makes a choking sound but gansey and blue, mouths pressed together, not even doing anything that can really be called kissing but more just smiling into each other’s lips, can’t be bothered, because they’re kissing and no one is dying and they’re there, together, finally.