the overwhelming desire to kiss

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Words: 2022

Warnings: Smut ♥

SUMMARY: Bucky had one of his nightmares. Reader is comforting him and in the end they have a passionate sex to get rid of all bad emotions.

Author: Cass and Beast.

It was one of those nightmares, where he was completely paralyzed. He couldn’t make any single move, he barely could breathe. He saw a field, everything was in snow and blood. His hands were in blood. He could nearly smell that specific metal scent… He raised his head and noticed few soldiers, their rifles were aimed at him and then was a huge bang.

Bucky yelled, sitting at the bed, he was all covered in a cold sweat, trembling all over his half naked body.

You could feel all of his chaotic moves, whole bed was moving because of him.
You could hear every heavy breath, every sound that left his mouth.

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Buggy Brownies and Thigh Highs (Smut)

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A/N : First ever smut!! This took me a good few sessions to write and also Harry’s legs make me weak.

Word Count : 3500+

Summary : Y/N spends the morning doing what she loves most, making brownies and riding Harry’s thigh. 

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Leaning against the kitchen counter, a cup of tea laced between my fingers, I watch Harry with a fond smile as he grips a bag of self-rising flour in one hand, and a regular bag of flour in the other. Even though half his body is turned, I can see the small frown of his lips as the corners of his mouth sink deeper and the confused expression across his face tightens.

“Y/N,” He begins, turning his body to face me and I can’t help but bite my lips to stop a chuckle from escaping them as I stare at what he’s wearing. A pink satin pyjama tank top is wrapped across his chest, his nipples evidently straining to break free from the suffocating material. The unmistakeable sound of clothes ripping silences Harry who is halfway through asking which flour he is supposed to use, and he sends me a bashful grimace as he prepares himself to be scolded at knowing he’s ruined my favourite pyjama top. To be honest, if it wasn’t for how cute Harry looked at the moment I would’ve whined but Harry is too adorable to chew out so I just shake my head instead.

“Sorry babe…” Harry starts, “I’ll buy yeh another one but a size or two up so a can wear it too.”

I raise an amused eyebrow questioningly.

“What?” Harry asks defensively, “The silk is comfortable and soft around my torso and yeh wear my shirts all the time!”

At that he gestures accusingly to my body and I glance down to see my attire. A long silk shirt hangs from the frames of my shoulders, vibrant colours and swirls lace a pattern across the predominantly black background and I tug at the rolled up sleeves so the material falls and pools around my wrists.

“I wear your shirts because I look hotter in them.” I tease, reaching down to pop open another button. Harry swallows roughly, eagerly agreeing as his eyes don’t tear from my fingers which softly toy with the button. Unlucky for Harry, my plans for this lazy Sunday morning consist of baking, only baking… for now.

“But you just look like a drag queen in mine.” Harry’s eyes snap up, any sexual aura in the room now evaporated, and he greets my teasing grin with an equally challenging glint in his eyes.

“At least a look fabulous in this top, darlin’,” Harry says, loosening his wrists and consequently spilling a little flour. “Yeh couldn’t pull this tank off even if the colour did suit yeh.”

Harry jumps and raises his arms in a victory hoot at the ‘sick burn’ and the straps of the top completely tear apart. I break into fit of giggles at his guilty expression and soon enough Harry too gives a small chuckle before apologising profusely.

“Sorry sugar.” He says before pulling the tank top off completely; leaving him standing in the kitchen with only a pair of tight boxer briefs adorning his legs.

“S'okay love.” I sigh, but Harry shoots me a very cheeky grin and shakes his head.

“No, Y/N. A was apologising to the sugar.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks and a wave of embarrassment washes over me as I realise Harry knocked over a bag of sugar when he lifted his arms victoriously. Using a hand to cover my face, I groan, frustrated that I fell for such an obvious trap and Harry giggles as he scoops the sugar back into its bag. With his back turned to me, I dare glance through the gaps in between my fingers and I rake my eyes over Harry’s bare back as it ripples and tenses. I can’t help but stare, he’s gorgeous. Though his body is not particularly muscly, it is toned and touring abroad has done wonders for his skin; leaving him deliciously tanned, almost like a caramel apple.

I sit back abruptly as Harry finishes cleaning up, determined not to give him the satisfaction that I was staring but the quirk of his lips reveal he knows I was ogling him and he winks irritatingly.

“Seriously babe?” He asks, “If yeh done harassing me with yeh eyes, a’d like to know which flour I’m su'posed to use to make these goddamn brownies.”

Fighting back an eyeroll, I stand up from my stool and join him beside the bowl with ingredients.

“I don’t know…” I reply, eyes fliting between the packet of normal flour and the packet of self-rising flour. “I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to use self-rising flower for baking.”

“Even for brownies?”

I shrug and Harry must reckon that’s a good enough answer as he drops the bag of normal flour before eyeing the self-rising flour and pouring about half the bag in. As he cracks a couple of eggs and adds some butter, I realise we probably should’ve invested in a set of scales because brownie mixture is not supposed to look so powdery. Also, aren’t you supposed to use coco powder? Harry and I used hot chocolate powder as a substitute but that in itself poses an issue because the tub said it’s use by date expired four months ago.

Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

After we add some water to bring the mixture together, Harry takes the role of cleaning up the kitchen while I spoon the mixture into a baking tray (of course, making sure to leave a tiny bit of brownie mixture for myself and Harry to lick while we wait for the brownies to bake). Just as I draw away from the oven after placing our soon-to-be brownies in the oven, Harry’s strong arms wrap around my middle and he pulls me close into his chest. He buries his face into the crook of my neck and snuggles close, dipping the tip of his freezing nose right into the warm pool of my skin and I elicit a small yelp.

“You’re freezing, Haz!” I squeal, touching the spot he just nuzzled. “You need to put something on.”

Harry cocks his head to the side. “Put somethin’ on?” He toys, taking a step closer to which I take a step back until he traps me between his arms against the kitchen island.

“A’d like to wear this sunshine,” He tells me, amusement clear in his voice as he fiddles with the hem of the shirt between his thumb and forefinger. “Can a have my shirt back baby?”

His lips are dangerously close and with such a short distance between us, I struggle to think straight. Reciprocating his sultry change of mood, I slide one of my hands into his dry hair and place the other dangerously close to a carton of nearby eggs. Harry swallows harshly and his eyes flutter closed as I pull him closer and latch my teeth onto the lobe of his ear. I nibble gently and soothe the skin over with the flat of my tongue before tugging on his hair roughly to expose his neck.

“Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry…” I daunt, placing wet kisses down his neck softly. Suddenly, Harry juts his hips into mine and I bite my lips to stop a shaky breath. An overwhelming desire to properly kiss him floods my body, and I almost give into my primal instincts but when Harry tugs on the hem of my shirt I’m reminded of my mission.

“You’ll have to kill me for this shirt.” I whisper before quickly grabbing an egg from the carton, circling my arm up and around, and smacking the shell right down on top of his skull.

Not waiting for his response, I shove him back and run to the other side of the island. Harry, completely shocked, whips around sending egg yolk flying everywhere and I slap a hand to cover my mouth as I begin snorting at the sight of my furious, shirtless but most importantly egg-soaked boyfriend.

“"Oh Y/N… Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” Harry taunts, mocking me similar to how I did before. He places a hand on the bag of self-rising flour and runs his other through his dripping hair. “Yeh should not have done that.”

In seconds, whatever remaining flour we had left is thrown right at me and I’m left coughing and spitting out flour as Harry creases in the corner while I mentally scold myself for being such an idiot and leaving my mouth agape.

“You suck.” I grunt, after spitting out the remains of clumpy flour and Harry’s grin grows wider if that’s even possible.

“And yeh swallow, my dear.” He winks before lunging for me. Harry’s long fingers find my sides instantly and he tickles me ruthlessly, taking every opportunity he has to blow raspberries into the crook of my neck. I squeal and slap his forearm but Harry only laughs, places a soft kiss on my shoulder, and slides his fingers up my body as he slowly peels his shirt off my body, leaving me completely bare besides the pair of cotton knickers hugging my bum. Harry shoots me a triumphant toothy smile as he pulls the shirt over his head and pushes his arms through the powdery sleeves; I, in contrast, pout and Harry ceases the chance to lightly trace my bottom lip with his forefinger. I don’t even think about when I automatically drop my lower lip further and gently suck on the tip of Harry’s finger.

The mood of the room flips dramatically.

Suddenly, I’m all too aware of Harry’s other hand caressing my hip and how his hooded eyes don’t even glance away from my lips that pucker around his finger. His eyes flutter closed as he gently pumps it into my wet mouth and I hum softly while reaching my hands up and running them through his sodden locks. The cold metal of his rings send waves of shock through my body, causing me to shiver as my body begins to shake at the temperature change.

“Are y- are yeh cold, love?” Harry stutters, pulling his glistening finger from my mouth - a string of saliva following. My eyes snap open and I nod quickly, letting a small whiny ‘yes’ slip past my lips.

“Maybe we should do somethin’ to warm yeh up then love? A don’t want yeh getting a cold…” Harry winks and he pushes himself up onto the kitchen island so that his bum and thighs rest on the surface but the rest of his legs dangle down. With a playful glint in his eyes, Harry pats his bare thigh invitingly and offers me an outstretched arm as he pulls me up on top of him.

Taking his hand, I climb up. My breasts swing as I move and my lack of clothing gives Harry easy access as he dips his head forward to suck and bite and leave marks all over them. He takes his time to treasure my body, nibbling lightly on my left nipple and rubbing the other; Harry uses his large, masculine hands to cusp and knead the rest of my breast and I automatically arch my back to give him more area.

Eventually he pulls away and Harry looks up at me through his darkened gaze. In a split second, I grab the sides of his face tightly in my hands and slam my lips onto his. A low, deep growl erupts from Harry’s throat and he drops his fingers to my thighs. Gripping them firmly, Harry groans into the lustful kiss and pulls me closer, determined to eliminate any space between us. My hands fly to his biceps for leverage as he hauls me up his thighs, my fingertips gripping his arms so tightly that little crescent moons are left in my wake.

“Ride my thigh, baby.” Harry pants, his damp breath fanning over my lips hotly. The lust in his eyes send waves of shivers through my body and the hairs on my arms stand up as goose bumps texturise my skin. “Ride me.”

His hands part my thighs and I happily oblige, following his movements and removing my panties as he plants his hands on my hips to steady me. From this height, I have to duck my head so that it doesn’t smack against the ceiling and the position is not all that comfortable but in seconds Harry has me back down into the comfort of his arms.

“Ride me baby, ride your daddy.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

Lowering myself onto Harry’s thigh, I grind lazily against the soft cotton of his boxer briefs. My lips part in a silent moan and Harry snakes one hand to the crook of my neck and captures my lips once again, while the other clutches the fleshy fat of my bum causing me to jitter forward and rut my hips right across his thigh.

“Harry…” I moan loudly, finding a rhythm and hazily grinding down on his structured thigh. The feeling is incredible, the friction rubbing against my nub providing a perfect sensation that flows in the blood around my body and makes my toes curl. Coupled with Harry’s wet tongue and perfect fingers, I really can’t imagine how I managed to live without this stupidly idiotic but all the same amazing boy for so long.

“Harry!” I cry out as Harry stretches his lanky leg across the kitchen and rests his foot against the corner of an opposite counter. The new position allows Harry to bounce his leg and a sob escapes my lips as his muscular thigh greets me halfway and heightens the pleasure.

“Don’t stop, fuck Daddy! Don’t stop!”

“Fuck…” Harry grunts, swiping a hand across his face trying to fathom how he got so lucky. There’s too much for him to handle as his eyes jump from my jiggling breasts to my euphoric expression to my bare pussy jerking across his thigh. Worse yet, Harry’s internal struggle only grows worse as I finally tug him free of his boxers and wrap my petite hand around the base of his throbbing and rather sore looking cock.

“Daddy, you’re so worked up.” I tease, instantly dropping his cock and moving my hands to fondle his balls. Harry groans loudly, throwing his head back as he fights the urge to thrust into my hand.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N.” He warns dangerously but I giggle and rub the skin of his balls between my fingers anyway, deliberately ignoring his leaking cock. This time around, Harry physically can’t stop his hips from levitating and I bite back a triumphant grin because there’s no better feeling than having your boyfriend like putty in your hands.

“I’m not teasing Daddy, just having a little fun is all.” Sending him a confident wink, I pinch his sac and Harry almost sobs, the pressure almost too much, too perfect to handle. Quite frankly, Harry isn’t finding the situation as humorous as I do and so he grabs my hips dominantly and presses me down harshly on his thigh so that I’m practically scraping against his skin. A high pitched moan escapes my chest and a few tears find their way down my cheeks, the pleasure absolutely indescribable.

“Yeh speak to much, love. I think yeh need something to keep yeh quiet.” Harry says in a raspy, rushed breath. I watch as he whips his head around, egg yolk clumping his curls together so that they fall in front of his eyes. A thin layer of sweat has formed around our bodies like cling film so I swipe my forehead with the back of my hand, but leave Harry untouched; the perspirant only highlighting his naturally toned body and adding another element of rawness to the whole ordeal. Suddenly, Harry turns back around, the bowl of raw brownie mixture in his grasp.

Harry gradually submerges his middle and forefinger into the mixture, then raises his hand and beckons me forward. I obey without hesitation and open my mouth enthusiastically as Harry slips his two fingers in. Unfortunately, neither of us thought to taste test the mixture first and so within seconds of pushing his fingers into my mouth, I gag and spit them out trying with all my might not to dry wretch on him or myself.

“Shit Y/N, did a push yeh too far?” Harry rushes, an atmosphere of concern complimenting his words. God bless the poor lad; worry floods Harry’s face as he fears he may have been too forceful and noticing his guilt, I immediately rush to correct him, hoping he hasn’t already fallen into a turmoil of distress.

“No, no of course not.” I exclaim. “It’s just those brownies are going to taste like utter shit.”

I can’t help myself from letting a few chuckles loose and when Harry catches on, he too begins giggling (though there’s still a hint of nervousness in his voice, concerned still laced in his knitted eyebrows).

“Yeh okay then? A haven’t poisoned yeh have a?”

Shaking my head no, I tilt my head to the side and stare at Harry for a moment. Reaching up, I use my thumb to iron out the creases in his forehead and I place a kiss upon his lips.

“No Daddy, I’m perfect.”

At that, the mood certainly returns to its musky and lustful atmosphere and I grab Harry’s cock tightly - but not so tightly that it hurts him; just the right amount of pressure to keep him crazy.  I begin moving my wrist, flexing my fingers around his cock and base trying to draw another whimper from him and I’m eventually rewarded when he cries my name.

“Shit, Y/N! Keep doing tha’!” He begs, his leg bouncing like crazy. This only spurs me on more, and I jerk him off lazily, both of us moaning and kissing each other in unison. Harry’s eyes are screwed tightly shut and he rocks his hips into my hand urgently, chasing his release with breathy grunts and moans. My chest tightens with pride as Harry’s fingers dig deeper into my skin and he begins shaking his head because he just can’t comprehend how good it feels. Sweat drips from his forehead and I use my hand to push back his falling curls to free his face. The expression he sports is one of pure bliss and I almost wish I could freeze time, just so that I could stare at him like this for however long I want. I realise though, Harry orgamsing is a better sight to see.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me - are yeh close?” Harry struggles, the hope in his voice clear as day. Relief shines in his eyes as I nod excessively and he clenches his fingers around my hips even more.

“So close!”

Without warning, Harry’s fingers have suddenly slipped under me and he rubs my clit furiously, rolling the nub between his fingers. It’s more than enough to send me over the edge and I squeeze Harry’s cock as I slump heavily over his body, coming loudly. My final moan triggers Harry’s own orgasm and he thrusts into my hand one more time before long spurts of come are landing on my arm and belly, sticky and slightly warm.

After coming down from our highs, we take a moment to lie there together, limbs sloppily intertwined and damp skin sticking.

“I love yeh so fuckin’ much.” Harry whispers, carefully drawing his hand out from underneath me and using those exact fingers to free my eyes from stray strands of hair. He places a soft kiss on my lips, ever so gently caressing my jaw juxtaposing the animalistic and crazed lustful self he was only a minute ago.

“I love yo-” A shrill ring abruptly cuts me off as the oven timer sounds, alerting us the brownies are done. Harry jumps immediately, and lightly places me down on the island before hopping over to the oven and opening it. The metallic device produces a tin of sickly grey looking brownies and my face twists at the sight of disgusting lumps of butter swimming in the tin.

Although both our standards where low, the brownies end up succeeding our already awful expectations and land themselves the title of the worst brownies we have ever tasted. Harry sighs and I can tell he’s a little disappointed.

“Am sorry these are shit, Y/N.” He huffs, chucking the entire batch into the bin with a grimace displayed on his face.

“Harry, love, don’t be upset.” I coo, delicately cupping his chin with one hand and with a confident wink, I run my fingers through his drying come on my stomach and stick the digit into my mouth. “I much prefer tasting you anyway.”

Needless to say, those buggy brownies were soon all forgotten about.

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Cold Marble Lips AU

Character A lives and works at a temple of Character B, the deity of the moon/the seasons/death/etc., and while cleaning the marble statue of Character B, Character A is struck with the overwhelming desire to plant a kiss on Character B’s cold, marble lips. Upon kissing the statue, it immediately begins to grow warm, and Character A watches in rapt fascination as the statue of Character B begins to move and animate, looking more and more human by the second.

Character B is a deity that has been trapped in a marble statue for decades. Supposedly, the only thing that could bring Character B out of their state as a statue would be to receive a kiss from their soulmate.

Corruption Pt. 2 // Jungkook

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You’re tired of being innocent, so you take matters into your own hands with your best friend.

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 1071

A/N: Sorry it’s so short, but expect smut in the next part ;)


You would kiss the only boy you were comfortable with. Tilting your head up, you pressed your lips hard to Jungkook’s.

He froze on contact. Jungkook’s lips were soft and plush beneath yours, slowly, you began to massage his lips with yours, hoping he would get over the shock and kiss you back, but he remained frozen against you.

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His Name [8 - Finale]

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
Words: 4.5k
Genre: Angst, Multiple Personality!Au
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a puzzle with too many missing pieces from his past and too many sides. Somehow, it’s become your job to solve him.
→ Inspired by the Korean Drama - Kill Me Heal Me
Warnings: Topics of mental health. Mentions of death, suicide and medical disorders. Mentions of physical and emotional abuse.
Disclaimer: Although this piece of work required lots of in-depth research and was attempted to be as accurate as possible, at the end of the day, I am not a psychologist and this is fanfiction. Specific things may be altered or exaggerated for story-telling purposes. Please take all medical terminologies and procedures with a grain of salt. 

Originally posted by bannanapie

The waves crash against the shoreline. The mist sprays against his face, drawing a grin that splits through the apples of his reddened cheeks. The tide sweeps away the markings and footsteps in the sand. Seagulls squawk from above, the sound of the foam fizzing out filling silence. The blue shimmers against the glistening sun.

A camera shutter clicks beside him.

“What are you doing? Ugh.” He whines, childishly stomping his feet as he raises his hand to block the lense. “Will you stop taking pictures of me?!”

Yoongi grins, bringing the camera down to skim through the photos. “There’s nothing else to take other than your ugly face.”

“Rude.” Jungkook mutters, rolling his eyes as he shifts close to his brother, also looking at the pictures.

There are hundreds of photographs. Shades of electric saffron or soft amber, vigorous hues that could belong in galleries. A few photos are of Yoongi’s sleeping face, taken by Jungkook as revenge when the older constantly zoomed up into the younger’s nose or only saved ones where he was mid-blink and his mouth agape. But most are of their vibrant smiling faces, standing side by side. Behind them are mosques, cathedrals, mountains; pyramids, skyscrapers and towers. They’ve reached to every corner of the world, travelling companions who have stayed in countless cities, old towns and tranquil villages.

“Where are we going next?”

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Jonerys Fanfic • An Unbreakable Bond

Since the trailer has confirmed 99% of the Jonerys leaks, I thought I’d give their last scene one more go, with all of the details we know so far taken into account. Their love scene was confirmed to have little to no dialogue (presumably only two lines) with Jon visiting Dany’s cabin and initiating it. The first paragraph is from Dany’s POV, for the second one I switch to Jon’s and the last one is written from both POVs.

❗️SEASON 7 SPOILERS GALORE❗️
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Thanks to @jxlight for encouraging me to write this !

So without further ado, here it is, my crown jewel of fanfics - the last fanfiction I’ll write until the new season airs !

So sit back, relax & enjoy !


🔸The light of the flickering candles dressed the cabin in shades of red and gold. Daenerys shed her heavy garb and put on a silk nightgown that was as light as a feather, in the colour of Viserion’s scales. Her loss consumed her still, night after night she would fall asleep crying. A broken heart is how she knew she was capable of feeling. ‘He wasn’t the first to love you, and he won’t be the last.’
Tyrion’s words were still so vivid in the back of her mind. Whatever sense of humanity was left in her, she was determined to hold onto it until the end, no matter the cost. She was not her father, n'or would she ever become him. There was kindness in her still, and compassion, heart burdened with love … so much love to give and weary with longing.
Her cabin was luxuriously decorated. A massive canopy bed made of bloodwood on the right side of the room, silk courtains tied onto persimmon arched collumns that pierced the ceiling, blood red linen and black furs and a pile of embroided feather pillows, fit for a Targaryen queen. A myrrh wood vanity sat on the left side of the room and an exotic perfume lingered in the air. She would always have Missandei light scented candles and oils wherever they went, the subtle aroma of spiced flowers and lemon, lotus and evening star that Illyrio brought from Westeros when she was no more than a child were still so clear in her memory.
But now, on her vanity was a bouquet of frostfire flowers. As they were travelling North, the choice of dwelling on dreams and living in the past was no longer before her. A sadness encumbered her thoughts. Daenerys approached the vanity and lifted her hand, gently touching a frostfire flower.
She suddenly remembered Jon Snow telling her of the time when he saw a meadow in the mountains filled with bright scarlet frostfires in the Skirling Pass near the Frostfangs.
She couldn’t keep herself from smiling. Whatever she did, wherever she went, somehow her thoughts would always wander back to Jon.
Why was she smiling ? Why would he openly pledge himself to her again, at the Dragonpit for everyone to hear ? Cersei made no effort in hiding her disdain. He must have known he was putting himself and the North in a precarious political position. He must have known it was a terrible idea. He must have known …
She leaned forward, breathed in the scent of the frostfires and closed her eyes, blushing, disheveled.

*knock on the cabin door*

Daenerys: ‘Yes.’

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Jon’s hand started shaking. He withdrew it from the door and for a brief moment, he thought about leaving. No, he would not run away. Not this time. Not now. Jon took in a deep breath and exhaled, clenching his other fist. He turned the door knob and stepped into the cabin, leaving his fears and doubts behind him.
He closed the door and raised his gaze, searching for hers.
Dany’s eyes bore into his and he melted away, like ice under the warmth of the sun. There was so much he wanted to say, nights and nights on end lingering on his lips and the weight of the words burdened him.
She was so beautiful.

Daenerys: ‘Jon. What is it?’ she mouthed sweetly. ’ Are you alright?’

The tenderness in her voice overwhelmed him. She cared for him. Deeply, unconditionally. Jon said nothing but took a step towards her. There was such power in his silence. The sound of the ship breaking the cold waves of the sea got quieter. Another step. Now only the sound of his boots on the floor and the candles crackling could be heard. One last step. Jon stopped, their faces inches apart. There was no sound left, nothing else, just the two of them, alone in the world. Their eyes locked, an unbreakable bond. Dany’s lips were no longer smiling. Instead, they were trembling and in that moment, Jon knew there was no armor left on either of them - they had stripped it off of each other.

Jon: ‘Daenerys …’

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Jon lifted his hand and caressed her face with his fingertips. There was so much to say. But not with words. He turned her around, both now facing the vanity mirror, him standing behind her. She looked into the mirror, first at him, then at the both of them and she chuckled, her eyes tearing up. A wolf and a dragon, a king and a queen and it felt so right, so perfect.
Jon embraced her. He kissed her silver hair, gently. It smelled of perfume, spice and fire. Jon kissed the back of her head, then her left temple, then her ear, slowly making his way forward. Dany closed her eyes and lost herself under his touch. He pulled her hair aside unveiling her neck. Jon breathed in her scent going up and down her neckline and Dany bit her lip, overwhelmed with desire. Their fingers clasped as Jon kissed her neck softly, once, twice, three times, losing count as she let out a sigh of relief. Dany lifted her left hand and clasped onto his dark curly locks turning her head, Jon could feel she was searching for his lips. He showered her neck and her jawline with kisses, determined to make her wait. His hands undressed her expertly, her skin warm and velvety underneath her nightgown. Naked and exposed in his arms, Daenerys turned around to face him. There was a boldness in her that was unparalleled and it was one of the things he loved the most about her. This was no ordinary woman. Jon felt overwhelmed and stood still letting Dany pull the tunic off of his shoulders. He watched her as she reached for the laces of his breeches, untying them. She looked into his eyes once again. This time, there was fire in her gaze. She stretched her neck and stood on her toes so her lips would be nigh an inch apart from his. It was more than he could bear and he leaned in, hungrily closing the gap between them. His kiss was full and his hands were ambitious and Dany broke apart in his arms, the taste of longing on her tongue. Jon led her to bed in small steps, never breaking the kiss. He pushed the pillows aside with one arm and led Dany on her back, into the sea of silk with the other. He pressed his body against hers kissing her collarbone and breasts, making his way down and Dany’s back arching under his touch. She grabbed his face with her palms, pulled it back up next to hers again, nigh an inch apart and Jon understood. She led him inside her and opened for him like a flower, giving him her everything. Body and heart, they lost themselves in each other and for a perfect moment, there was no more fear of tomorrow, nothing else that mattered - just the two of them.
Just love. 🔸

anonymous asked:

you know that one gif where zayn is sleeping in just a towel and liam gently tries to wake him up by caressing his cheek.. i always wondered what happened next.. (maybe zayn slowly blinking his open with a soft smile when he sees liam and pulling him on top of him to cuddle or more;)) only if u want to could you please write another canon drabble? yours are soooo good! (for inspiration: zayndrogynous*tumblr*com/post/157117474724)

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Liam’s not sure how long he’d been there. He thinks maybe just a couple of minutes but it was probably longer than that. He must be in creeper territory by now considering this should have only taken a minute at the most but he couldn’t help himself. He was caught completely off guard by the surge of emotions that took over his body and mind the minute he laid eyes on Zayn.

At first he couldn’t understand why. He’d done this a hundred times before. It was deemed his job ever since they all discovered that Liam was the only one able to rouse Zayn from his precious slumber without having their heads bitten off. Secretly, Liam loved it. He loved knowing that this was another thing that made his relationship with Zayn special, that he was the only one able to coax a smile and a laugh from a sleepy Zayn despite his well known love affair with sleep.

Liam approached him slowly and quietly until he stood over his best friend’s sleeping form and just admired him for a moment. It was amazing, really, how beautiful Zayn was. He’s always known this of course, but he looked different when he slept. There was an innocence about him that only manifested itself when he was asleep. He loved watching him like this, looking so vulnerable and peaceful. It dawned on Liam that he was one of the few people that had the privilege of seeing Zayn in this state. Gratitude joined the heady mix of emotions already wreaking havoc inside him.

He leaned over and placed his palm on Zayn’s cheek. His skin was warm to the touch and Liam gently rubbed his thumb across the soft skin. He stroked his cheek and allowed his eyes to roam over Zayn’s face taking in its perfect symmetry, the flawless skin, those insanely long eyelashes, the fullness of his bottom lip.

His mind started conjuring up memories from their time together. His favorites were of the two of them alone, either on the bus or in a hotel room somewhere, talking about anything and everything, snuggling together, watching movies, playing video games and arguing over who was the better player. They’ve cried on each other’s shoulders more times than they care to admit and have found strength in their bond. Liam wondered if Zayn knew what an important part of his life he had become. 

His fingers glided across Zayn’s lips lightly, not wanting to wake him just yet. He fought the overwhelming desire to lean down and kiss him. He wanted to kiss those pink lips until Zayn woke up and kissed him back.

He suddenly realized that this wasn’t the first time he felt that urge.

Liam clenched his eyes shut tight and sighed as it finally sunk in. He knew now. He finally understood why today felt different. He opened his eyes again and allowed his hand to skate down Zayn’s arm studying the numerous tattoos adorning it while he came to terms with the realization.

He couldn’t deny it any longer. Today was the day he admitted to himself what he’d known all along: He was in love with Zayn.

He loved Zayn in a way that was different from the way he loved the other boys or the way he loved his family and friends. Liam had Zayn’s friendship already but he wanted so much more. He wanted his heart, his respect, his admiration, his time and yes, his body. He wanted to hold his hand whenever he wanted, share a home with him and celebrate anniversaries and all that sappy stuff. He wanted to come first for Zayn the way Zayn came first in all things for Liam. 

He wanted everything with Zayn. 

Liam’s eyes traveled back up towards his face and he froze. Zayn was awake and was looking right at him. Liam pulled his hand away instantly, dropping the water bottle he held in his other hand in his haste. He felt his face burn with embarrassment after being caught red-handed. He probably had a dopey smile on his face the entire time he had been daydreaming about happily ever afters with Zayn. He was mortified.

“I uh - sorry, um,” Liam stammered, completely tongue-tied and unable to come up with a good excuse for his behavior. He considered just running out of the room without any explanation and took a step back, about to do just that.

Zayn’s hand reached out and grabbed Liam’s before he could make his escape.

“It’s okay, Li,” Zayn said to him, no anger or judgment visible in his face. Just that same fond smile that Liam had seen time and time again. Zayn tugged his arm down forcing Liam to sink to his knees beside him. Zayn reached his other hand up and cupped the back of Liam’s neck in that all-too familiar way and pulled him closer.

Liam’s breath hitched when Zayn brought their foreheads together. Liam’s heart felt like it was going to burst through his chest it was beating so fast.

“I love you, too” Zayn whispered softly, his eyes shining and full of hope. Liam exhaled and smiled, his body sagging with relief after hearing Zayn’s confession.

“Uh, are you - really?” Liam asked. He needed to make sure he wasn’t still dreaming all of this.

Zayn didn’t answer but his smile grew bigger as he pulled Liam in the rest of the way and proceeded to kiss him. He kissed him long, slow and deep. It was better than anything Liam had imagined.

Request: Hey could you please do a Draco x reader where Draco comes into her dorm room to ask her something while she’s getting changed or something like that?

Word count: 863

Warnings: Sexual insinuation.


*Gifs not mine, credit to whoever made it*

Originally posted by nellaey


It was a lazy Saturday morning, we were under the shade of a tree at the Black lake reading a book. I was resting my head on my best friend Draco Malfoy’s lap who was playing with my hair. I closed my eyes, focusing on the tranquillity of the lake and on Draco’s gentle touch.
“What do you want, Potter.” My eyes snapped open as I heard Draco angry voice. I followed his angry look and I could see a messy head, not very clear by the sun that was hitting him. When he was in front of me, I stood up and looked at him.
“I want to talk to (Y/N) for a moment. In private.” he flashes a nervous smile at me. Draco was about to object but I stood up before he was able to say anything, I was curious about what Harry had to tell me  “Don’t worry, it’s just a minute.” I walked a few steps away from where I was with Draco, I looked back at him and saw him giving Harry a dirty look.
“Umm, I-I wanted to see if you would like to go to Hogsmeade this evening with me” he looked away as he runs his hand through his hair, making it even messier.
“I’d love to.” I responded smiling at him. He flashed me a huge smile and happily says “Great, then I’ll meet you at the principal door”. With that said, he slowly walked away, looking back at me every once in a while.
“What did he want? Has he already admitted he’s a gigantic git?” Draco laughed to himself when I finally sat on the spot I previously was sitting on, and let myself fall into the grass. “Not really.” I simply said. Draco lays himself next to me and looked me in the eyes.
“Then what does he wanted?” he said impatiently. “He wanted to see if I’d like to go to Hogsmeade with him this evening. And, I said yes”
“What!” he said standing up not believing it. “How could you possibly say yes to him,” Draco says getting angry.
Not liking how he was acting and getting tired of his hate for Harry, I lifted myself from the ground, grabbed my book and started to walk away. Draco quickly followed but I stopped and turned around to face him.“He is a good guy and you can’t tell me who I can, or can’t date.” I turned around and made my way to the castle, not bothering to look back at him.

The date with Harry was nice, we went to the Three Broomsticks to drink a butterbeer and talk. When we went back everyone was at the Great Hall about to have dinner. Before we went in, and go our separate ways, we exchange our goodbyes and walk in, going to our respective tables. As I get closer to the Slytherin’s table I couldn’t spot Draco, so I decided to sit down next to my girlfriends. I told them everything about my date with Harry, where we went and what we did.
I left earlier to go to the library and get a book for my Potions essay, due for Monday. When I walked into the Slytherin’s common room, there were a few people talking before going to bed but between them, I didn’t see Draco’s white blond hair.
I went up into my room, ready to go to sleep. I walked in and the room was quiet, letting me know my friends weren’t there. I go to my bed a take out my pajamas. 
I strip down leaving only my underwear when the room’s door opens and Draco walked in. He froze and his eyes grew wider as he stares at my almost naked body. Shocked by what’s happening, I quickly grab the t-shirt I took off and used it to cover myself up.
“Get out!” I tell him shocked. Draco tried to say something but no words were coming out of his mouth.
“GET OUT!” I screamed pointing with my finger the door. Without a second thought, he turned around and walked out of the room.
I stood there, still not processing what just happened.When I was sure anyone was coming in uninvited, I let the t-shirt fall to the floor as I let go my breath, I didn’t know I was holding.
Finally, I was able to continue getting ready to sleep. When the door suddenly opens and Draco walks his way to me, this time, without the shock or running away. He grabbed my face and pushing me to the wall. He kissed me with so much passion it was overwhelming, I kissed him back with the same amount of desire as I tangled my fingers through his hair.
“I heard you had a good time with Potter.” he said breathing heavily leaning close to my neck. Leaving wet kisses as he goes his way up to my jaw.
“Too bad you won’t be remembering his name in the morning.” He whispers with a smile formed on his face, sending chills all down through my spine. Making it clear Harry wasn’t an option anymore.

Basorexia - (n.) The overwhelming desire to kiss.

“I remember. I was sick and alone, and you were leaning over me. And you must have been sad or something because your eyes were insanely blue. I mean, they always are. But they were like…like comets. And I’d never seen anyone so stunning. And I kissed you. And it was uh, it was okay that I was…It was okay that I was going to die because I’d gotten to kiss you.” - Mon-El

anonymous asked:

Basorexia with my boy warren please ❤ i need some warren love rn ❤❤❤ i love love love your work by the way :)

Warren + Basorexia – An overwhelming desire to kiss.

Charles was lecturing the team, a frown evident on his face as you all sat in silence. The words, ‘careful’ and ‘consequence’ were thrown around a lot, although Warren wasn’t listening. He probably should be considering he was the one under scrutiny. He didn’t care for Charles lecture, or the glare Scott has been sending him, because as of this moment, Warren was planning on leaving. He was just about ready to tell Charles to fuck off, before your voice echoed in his ears.

“Why the hell are you only yelling at Warren?” You snapped, arms crossed over your chest while Warren looked up from his hands at you, surprise clear on his face. “All of you have been treating him like shit just because he was a part of Apocalypse’s team, well news flash! So was Ororo and you’re all nice to her. It’s unfair.” You huffed, looking over at Warren.

His expression warmed as you placed your hand over his, a small smile gracing your features. You gave him a curt nod before turning back to the Professor who seemed at a loss for words. You continued defending Warren, your hand squeezing his ever so slightly. He still hadn’t spoken, his eyes now trained on you. He never noticed the way the light caught your eyes, making them swell with colour, or how your nose crinkled faintly when you rolled your eyes,

As Warren looked at you, really looked at you, he was hit with an onslaught of unforeseen affection that made his chest tighten. His hand clenched around yours just out of the sheer shock. How could he had not seen this before, felt this before because God, it felt so right. You glanced over at him, tongue swiping over your mouth as you whispered, “Are you okay?” Warren’s mouth felt like cotton and not trusting his own voice he just nodded. You watched him for a moment longer, lips pressed together in concentration, eyes glistening with something unreadable. Warren felt a blush creep up his face from your gaze, but it suddenly softened into a brilliant grin.

Warren’s gaze fell briefly to your lips, which looked so soft and kissable and he couldn’t think about anything else. He should be worried about Scott practically bashing him, or the fact Charles seems to be agreeing, but you were looking at him like he was your world and the way you rubbed your lips together before speaking only drew his focus further away from the meeting. Warren took in all your features as you spoke, memorizing them like it was the last time he’d see you.

He tried to remember the way your hand felt when you slipped of away from his, elaborate hand actions making him smile. He wasn’t sure what you were saying, everything was white noise at this point. All Warren’s senses honed in on you and only you though his attention was brutally ripped away from you when a hand smacked the table. A curse flew passed Scott’s lips as he stormed out of the room. You smiled triumphantly, falling back into your seat. You turned to face Warren, who was in a bit of a daze. You leaned in closer, mouth opening to speak when Charles interrupted.

“Well I guess the meeting is over.” He grumbled, your eye flickered from him back to Warren.

“Thanks.” Warren managed with a hoarse voice.

“Anytime.” You winked, and now that the meeting was over, Warren didn’t have long to grab your face and kiss you.

But as the plan became cemented in his mind, Peter strode in and your smile lit up as you jumped out of your seat. “What I miss?” Peter chuckled, earning a side eye from Charles. “I’ll speak to you later.” He sighed, leaving the room with Jubilee.

Warren stayed seated for a moment, glancing over to Jean who sent him a sympathetic smile. Warren exhaled sharply before pushing past you and Peter who were hugging by the door. He could hear the “I love you.” You whispered to Peter, and Warren liked to imagine it was for him.

endorathewitchwriter  asked:

Basorexia Ladynoir

Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.


It is the suddenness of the moment that scares her, makes her heart beat fast and her tongue tied. She doesn’t know when she began to feel this way–her head light and her heart filled with affection–for her black cladded partner, but now as she watches him speak, perfect pink lips saying her name, she feels faint.

“Ladybug?” he questions, worry painting his features. 

But  Ladybug doesn’t hear him though, her blue eyes so focused on his mouth.  She never knew music could be found in a ways without sound, but watching Chat Noir begin her name with the tip of his tongue on the bottom of his front teeth to finish it with the slight pop of his lips is a symphony. 

He takes a step closer, concern shining from his green eyes and hand outstretched to check if she has a fever. “Ladybug?” 

And there it is again, her name falling from his lips like a magic spell, flooding her with desire to just close the space between them. It would be easy, she knows, her toes tingling, signaling her that all she would have to do is take one step. Then all she would have to do is lift her head and kiss him.

She almost gives in, let’s the moment of insanity continue, this second where she doesn’t think, but only feels. Yet she can’t, her feet abruptly glued to the floor when different shiny blonde hair and sweet green eyes flash through her mind. The far off whisper of Adrien echoes through her heart and her blood runs cold, shame sweeping away crazed want. 

She takes a step back, his fingers barely skimming across her forehead. She takes a small intake of breath, but she ignores the electricity that makes her hairs stand on end, pleading to just go back to feeling, not thinking. Ladybug swallows, her mouth dries as she tries to smile, tries to shake away whatever just happened. The question rests in his mouth and she prays he doesn’t ask. 

Tucking a hair behind her ear, she turns away, hoping that he can’t hear the thudding of her heart. “Sorry, Chat. I’m fine.” 

Deep down, she knows it’s a lie. 

But what is she supposed to do when her feelings begin to split in two?

In Case You Missed It...

Hey guys! We were going through our masterlist and noticed there’s a lot of our older fics that we posted when we first started our blog that deserve a little more love. So, we’ve compiled a short list of a few stories that some of our new followers might have missed!  (This probably won’t be up for long but we thought it would be a good idea for a bit.)

Here’s a link to our official masterlist in case you need to catch up 😉


    • Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.
    • Apodyopsis - The act of mentally undressing someone.

  • Living Nightmare - Kat (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 
    • Imagine that you and Bucky live together and he has a nightmare causing him to go a little crazy.
  • You Saved Me - Brie (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
    • Bucky has a realization while out late on a mission.
  • Banana Pancakes - Kat (Steve Rogers x Reader)
    • Imagine that you are making breakfast for the team after a mission, and Steve comes in after working out, seeing you dancing in your pajamas.
  • Basorexia - Brie (Tony Stark x Reader)
    • Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss. (This is combined with the Pietro one.)
  • Apodyopsis - Kat (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)
    • Apodyopsis - The act of mentally undressing someone.(This is combined with the Tony one.)

Instead- young!Sirius imagine

Nah, this ain’t requested

Basorexia: the overwhelming desire to kiss

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Originally posted by freakystuffinhere

The chatter of Hogsmeade droned onward until he could no longer distinguish which conversation belonged to who. Sirius Black sat by your side, occasionally his fingers fighting with yours over the contents of the bag from Honeydukes. The two of you waited on the park bench for the other Marauders to catch up. It was lucky for the two of you to have escaped the wrath of McGonagall after the mishap that caused a frog to belch fire upon other students.

Sirius noted the smell of your perfume that clung to your jumper. It was one you got for Christmas from your parents. He’d gotten so used to it, hanging out with you everyday. Sirius felt he could smell you before he saw you. That’s how used to it he was. He took another piece of candy.

“You got an awful lot of these liquorice things.” Sirius fumbled with one as it snapped at his finger. It made you laugh aloud when it refused to release him from its mouth. You picked one for yourself and shoved it in your mouth before the magic could make the Liquorice Snap, snap. Sirius flicked the enchanted candy onto the floor and stomped on it.

“I have Chocolate Frogs too.” You offered another bag with at least ten of the chocolate goodies inside. Sirius grinned and selected one. Upon opening it, he frowned.

“Dumbledore again.”

You took one as well. “Merlin!”

In the distance, the Hogwarts bell chimed twice. Sirius huffed.

“I don’t think they’re coming.”

“How much trouble could that stupid frog really have been?” You groaned. Sirius shrugged and stood, straightening his jacket out.

“We could go to lunch as planned then bring them back something.” He suggested. You felt your stomach rumble not a minute ago, so you heartily agreed. Sirius’ heart jumped when you linked your arm around his. He glanced sideways at you. A soft smile graced your pretty lips. He wasn’t sure if it was his company or the promise of lunch, but he didn’t care. He could stare at your smile all day.

“How ‘bout this spot?” You gestured at a booth by the window. Sirius nodded then went to order butterbeers for two. Sirius slid into the booth across from you after a minute.

You talked about school, mostly. And moved on to gossip around the castle. Sirius commented animatedly about the Hufflepuff caught making out with a Slytherin in one tower past midnight. Sirius really got to look at you, talk to you, without your friends or his around. You ate and laughed past mouths full of food, before another hour passed.

Sirius’ heart sank a little when he realised that time was almost up in Hogsmeade with you. You walked close enough to nudge against his shoulder when you climbed the path towards Hogwarts. You laughed at something he said; Sirius forgot what. You were alone now, no one would stare and gawk at him if he just…kissed you. Right then and there. He may never get a chance again, so he cleared his throat and stopped in his tracks.

“Sirius?”

“I, uh–”

“Y/N!” Your smile brightened up the sky when you turned to see Remus, Peter, and James approaching the pair of you. Sirius shoved his hands into his pockets. His moment was gone. You were nearly skipping over to them.

“What happened with that frog?” You asked.

“Ridiculous thing.” Remus commented as he rolled his eyes. He rested his arm around your waist. You threw your arms around him and kissed him on the lips. Peter and James groaned in annoyance.

 Sirius stood back and bowed his head, watching past his lashes and imagining that it were his lips on yours instead.

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This was gonna be cute but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

anonymous asked:

For fluffy Bagginshield prompts: I would love to see Thorin or Bilbo finally feeling better after a cold/flu bug - this could involve getting their appetite back, so of course the other has to cook lots of delicious food, enjoying the return of their sense of smell after a blocked nose, and wanting to cuddle again after they exiled themselves, not wanting to pass on their cold germs! Also I share your concern about recent things in the tag, but appreciate your response to it! :) <3

i just want my boys to be happy!!! and safe!!! and nothing bad happens to them ever– but seriously, thank you for prompting this! i’ve been in some pain today and writing this felt really really nice 

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Thorin rose from the bed in Bag End’s best guest room after a three-day self-imposed exile.

He’d caught himself a terrible head cold that had morphed into a worse cold in the matter of a day. The dwarf had been more concerned for his husband’s health than his own. After all, dwarrow were hardy folk and they could easily beat a cold. But if he was debilitated by a cold, it had to be far worse than the usual sicknesses in the Shire. Thorin hadn’t dared to let Bilbo catch it too.

“You’re being ridiculous,” Bilbo had called after him, as he locked himself into the guest room.

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anonymous asked:

Checkov and Basorexia – An overwhelming desire to kiss.

Chekov + Basorexia – An overwhelming desire to kiss.

The night air is chilled and the music from the party is muted by the closed balcony doors. Chekov isn’t sure how he ended up out here, with you nonetheless, but he doesn’t mind. He’s honestly grateful for whatever led him to be in this situation, standing close so to you, arms occasionally brushing against each other.

You sipped your champagne, a sigh falling from your lips as you run your finger along the rim. He can see the stress in your eyes, but doesn’t know if he should comment on it. There’s a lull in the conversation of your rambling, too caught up in your mind to really pay attention to the conversation. Although while your mind is straining with anxiety, Chekov is thinking about how soft your lips look.

“Are you okay?” Chekov asks, placing down his drink, body turning to face you. You look up from your drink, mouthing a ‘no’.

“I-I don’t know if I’m ready to leave.” You explain, eyes drifting back to the party. Tomorrow you were leaving for your longest voyage yet, nine months at space and you are beyond petrified.

“Why?”

“We’re going to be gone for so long, I don’t know h–if I can handle this.” You admit, taking another sip of your drink. Chekov hums in response, not quite sure how to comfort you. He glances down at you glass, lipstick stained around the rim as you down the last of it. “Maybe I shouldn’t go.” You whisper, it’s more to yourself, although you know Chekov heard. He’s standing too close not to, but you don’t mind. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and you know he’s trying to figure out what to say. You turn to tell him you’re fine, but your faces are closer than you thought. “I want you to come.” Chekov matches your tone, taking his bottom lip between his teeth to suppress urge to grab your face and press his lips against yours.

Your expression softens faintly, and Chekov thinks you look the prettiest like this. There’s a warmness in your eyes and a small smile tugging at your lips. You look calm and beautiful. You thank him, but he doesn’t hear you. All he can focus on is how much he wants to kiss you and how little self control he has left.

Fuck it. He’ll blame it on the alcohol if it goes south.

Chekov’s lips are on you instantaneously and you’re almost not sure how to react, and aren’t given anytime to as Chekov pulls away, eyes glinting with anxiety. He mutters something in Russian, an agitated hand running through his hair as he anxiously tugged on the ends. “I uh s-shouldn’t have done that, i-it was a mis–”

You caught off his rambling by practically throwing your body into his, arms wrapping around his neck as you kiss Chekov like it’s the last time you might. One of Chekov’s hands snake around your waist, pulling your even closer, while the other cradles your cheek. You both hear the shatter of you champagne glass, but are too caught up to care. When you pull away, you laugh at the lipstick smudged against his lips. Chekov laughs too, one of his hands tangling with yours as he mumbles, “Finally.”

anonymous asked:

Basorexia + matt murdock !!

Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss + Matt


You aren’t supposed to like him but life has weird ways to work and now you’re stuck with a silly crush over Hell’s Kitchen devil vigilante. Who’s also known as your kind of enemy, given you’re a vigilante who isn’t as nice as he is.

Your first meeting wasn’t a very pretty one as you had just killed a corrupt congressman but he had very pretty lips for you to not notice.

Five months later – you’re over it and he still isn’t. He doesn’t approve of your ways of justice and more often than not, he shows up at your places to intrude at your shit and stop you from killing bad and corrupt people. And sometimes, just to give him back at it, you like to show up at his places.

Today is one of those days.

You’re done for the night, with your mission done and gone and you know he’s still around.

You don’t even mind that he’s going to give you hell for what you did to the dude who was negotiating girls at the docks, you just want to pester him to have some fun for once.

When you get to the roof he usually stays, it only takes one step for him to know you’re there.

“You didn’t have to kill him.” He says first, voice sounding strained and low-key annoyed as you hum nonchalantly and take place beside him to look down at the city under you. “They’ll get suspicious about it.”

“Where’s the fun in not killing?” You retort with a long and bored sigh, elbowing his side with a new found smile once he clenches his fists. “What? They’ll think it was another mafia and then start fighting each other.”

You know that’s the last thing he wants to hear because he’s given you the rant of loving his Hell’s Kitchen, that he wants to keep that kind of crap away from the neighborhood but it’s kinda cute to see him all mad about it.

So you say it anyway.

“Not under my watch.” He grumbles under his breath, running his tongue over his lips before he sighs tiredly and turns around to face you. “Why are you here?”

“I was feeling lonely and needed some motivational talk before my next kill.” You reply with a smile, soon melting into a laugh when he scoffs loudly. “I’m kidding Daredevil, I’m just bored. Not much to do today, surprisingly.”

When he doesn’t say anything, you take your time to check him out.

You’re already used to his new uniform, the whole deep red and actual horns but it still makes you squirm everytime you take a longer glance at him like you’re doing now. Everytime you do that, it seems like he knows exactly your thoughts because he smirks teasingly every damn time despite hating you.

The best part is that his mask still leaves half of his face uncovered and that is more than enough for you constantly lust over his lips.

“What are you doing after this?” He breaks the sudden silence, lips barely curving into a grin as you gaped mockingly at his words. “Don’t make me regret it.”

The next thing he knows, your lips are meeting his in a playfully kiss and you’re climbing down the building again because yep, he isn’t having that pleasure just yet.

“Not today, Murdock!”