the overwhelming desire to kiss

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: This is updated every Monday… 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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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)


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

girlwith100names  asked:

I know you have already done it for two characters, so PLEASE don't feel bad if you don't want to write it, but I think it would be really cool to have a Bucky Basorexia/Apodyopsis fic!

Prompt from THIS list

- Written by Brie

Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.

Apodyopsis - The act of mentally undressing someone.

Eyes. Cautious and kind, Bucky’s eyes were the first thing you noticed about him. While most people avoided them, you often found yourself getting lost in them. Brilliantly blue and timeless, you lived for the times when his smile reached his sparkling eyes, the corners crinkling as he showed off his perfect teeth.

Now that was another thing, his smile. Shy at first, but something that blossoms into so much more if provoked - mostly by you, and you’re proud of the fact - his smile can lighten any mood.

Looking at him now with his long, dark locks falling into his face, his head bent in concentration, you pictured yourself pushing the strands away from his face, behind his ears. The overwhelming urge to caress his face, to feel the prickly stubble along his jaw, the need to kiss him, it was all too much. You think of the way his lips feel against yours and you know the feeling is more than magic. It’s sweet, it’s passionate, it’s tender, reassuring, intimate. It’s all that and more.

The thought of kissing him just now and taking him by surprise sounds appealing. You can picture it now; his pretty blue eyes widening in surprise, then closing contently as he lifts his hand to cup your cheek. His light touch is more than enough to make you go on.

You swing your leg over his and straddle his lap. Your hands move to his head, your fingers tangle in his surprisingly soft hair and you feel him groan against your mouth, both of his hands moving to rest on your hips.

The two of you would stay like that for a while, wanting, before things went any further. Your hands then travel from his hair to his shoulders, down his chest, until you find the end of his t-shirt. He pulls away for a moment so you could tug the shirt over his head and begins to pepper your neck with gentle nips and kisses. His stubble tickles as it brushes your skin, causing you to giggle. You can feel him smile - that stupidly childish smirk that makes you get all hot and bothered - against your skin and you think to yourself that he is still way too overdressed.

Next were his jeans. You took your time feeling your way down his chest, tracing the curve of every scar and muscle your fingers could find before stopping to toy with the waistband of his jeans. By now, Bucky’s hands have moved under your shirt and were resting on your back, his left hand cool against your bare skin. His teeth graze your earlobe, earning a soft squeak from you in return. He really knew how to push all your buttons, and the two of you haven’t even gotten to the fun stuff yet.

Ever so slowly, you pulled down the zipper of his jeans, a smile creeping onto your face as you think about -

“You’re staring again, sweetheart.” His deep, calm voice pulls you from your rather risqué thoughts. Blinking several times, you focus on Bucky sitting in the chair beside yours.

He’s reading a book, his feet propped up on the coffee table in front of him, and his hair pulled back in a low bun. You two were in the apartment Bucky shared with Steve. What was just happening was something you only imagined.

“Am I?” You question innocently. He nods, a small, sweet smile forming on his lips. “Can you blame me?” You smirk and close the book you were supposed to be reading, setting it on the coffee table.

Amusement shows in his eyes as you stand up and walk over to his chair, sitting yourself down on his lap and wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. “I mean, I do have the best-looking guy around.” You say in a playful tone. Bucky licks his lips, looking up at you with sparkling eyes. “Do you now?” He tried to say casually, but he was already putting his book down.

Soon enough, whatever you had been daydreaming about before was already beginning to unfold just the way you imagined it.

Bucky Tag List: @jared-padaloveme

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?

words to use more often:

basorexia - an overwhelming desire to neck kiss

prosopography - the description of a person’s appearane

brontide - referring to the sound of distant thunder rumbling

ximelolagnia - the urge to stare at someone sitting with crossed legs

cheiloproclictic - being attracted to a person’s lips

strikhedonia - the pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”

lethologica - the inability to recall the right word for something

psithurism - the sound of wind in trees or rushing leaves

tarantism - an urge to overcome melancholy by dancing

bicevans  asked:

hey sweetie! don't know if you're still taking these but 'Basorexia' + Steve. ily

I love you, baby! I’m sorry I took so long! <3

Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss + Steve

It was the fourth of July and though it was his birthday, Steve couldn’t shake the crushing sensation off his chest.

The party on the brand new last floor of the Stark’s tower was still on full swing when he decided to go outside for a breath, overwhelmed with the music and the lights to be even thinking in having fun in the first place.

This wasn’t exactly how he was planning to celebrate his birthday – in fact, he wasn’t planning on celebrating at all but Tony had insisted so much and Steve couldn’t help but say yes, especially when the man had offered to pay for everything.

Now he didn’t know exactly what to do.

He was new to the world again, in a place where he didn’t know anyone during a party that was still way too much for his old taste.

Until she showed up.

“Hey, Cap!” She greeted as soon she stepped outside, making Steve turn around in surprise but still with a sheepish smile curving his lips. “That’s not exactly your thing, huh?”

As she pointed back to the party, Steve couldn’t help but chuckle because yeah, that wasn’t even near to his thing and he was even surprised that someone had managed to notice that given the entertainment with the DJ inside.

“Not really.” He replied with an apologetic glance, watching fondly as she walked up to stand beside him on the railing. “I take it that’s not your thing too?”

“Hardly.” She huffed out a laugh that soon melted into a sigh and a small shrug as she took her time to look at the view beyond them, pretty much all New York lit up under their feet. “I’m just here for Tony. And Pepper. And you, obviously.”

Steve didn’t know much about the rest of the Avengers just yet, but he could say he knew a little more about her given she had been the one to spend time with him while he adjusted to his new life at the tower. From what he gathered, she worked for Obadiah Stane first, until he turned against Tony and Pepper became the company’s CEO.

Then she started working for Pepper, who assigned her to take care of the Tony and most of the tower’s matters. And he just happened to become one of the tower’s matters after the Chitauri invasion.

But Steve wasn’t exactly expecting to be this infatuated with the girl this fast.

She was beautiful and kind and polite to him and everyone else who need her help but what he loved the most was that she saw him beyond the symbol he was, way beyond his past and what he did back in the 40s.

And more often than he cared to admit, Steve was longing to have her near him – simply because she made him feel good and simply because she didn’t step on eggshells when he was around.

Just like in that very moment.

“Thank you.” He replied with a genuine smile, his heart nearly skipping a beat as she grinned sheepishly beside him. “You didn’t have to stay if this isn’t your thing.”

“I have a gift for you.” She announced once he finished speaking, instantly rolling her eyes when he pulled up a low-key stern expression, ready to rant about how she didn’t need to get him anything. “Don’t even. I know what you’re gonna say and yes, I had to get you something, okay?”

Steve didn’t say anything as she started fumbling around her shoulder bag, muttering under her breath until she managed to pick up a small box from it.

Wrapped up in a blue paper and a silver ribbon, the box was a little roughed up at the edges but he still didn’t care as he took the gift from her hands and proceeded to wrap his arms around her in a silent thank you that she gladly welcomed.

Steve was expecting anything – literally anything but that.

Resting against a small red cushion was his mother’s wedding ring, polished and just as perfect (maybe even better) than the last time he saw it.

“It isn’t really my gift but I thought you’d like to have it back.” She murmured quietly, watching with kind eyes as he stared dumbly at the jewelry before him. “It was with S.H.I.E.L.D. but I don’t think they really need this, right? It’s not like Fury is proposing to someone.”

Her small laugh broke him out of his reverie and soon Steve’s lips were on hers, finally fulfilling one of his long-time wishes as she kissed him back with just as much excitement. He didn’t know how long it lasted but when they finally parted, his arms were tightly wrapped around her waist and her hands were right at the nape of his neck, fingertips softly playing with his hair.

“Thank you.” Steve parroted his early words, this time carrying way more emotion than before as she smiled at him with a slight blush covering her cheeks. “This is…this is way more than I was expecting. Thank you.”

As he hugged her again, Steve felt happier than he’d ever been since getting out of the ice. Maybe – just maybe – things were looking up again for him.

“You’re welcome, Steve.”

FIGHTER (part 5)

Originally posted by monstrumx

1 week later

The view from Wonho’s house was so far from a pretty sight. You could see nothing but gravel, industrial grey building, burned remains of was once a home. The sight depressed you to no end. 

“You see that house there?” 

Wonho came up behind you and pointed to half of a house that had smashed Windows and burned brick work a few blocks away. 

“That was my mother and fathers house. They were both killed.” 

Wonho gulped, trying to stay nonchalant about it but you knew he wanted to cry, to talk about it, to be upset to someone for once. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

You asked softly, wanting so badly to hear his thoughts and let him share his pain. The feelings you’d acquired for him since meeting him were beginning to grow so fast, more and more as each day passed. Wonho put on a small smile and shook his head. 

“I told you, I can take care of myself.” 

He replied, his comment made you wish he’d just let you take care of him. You wanted to be the one he could share anything with. Following your heart, your hand reached up to his face and caressed his jaw gently. Wonho’s eyes widened with the touch, his eyes alive with the amorous sensation. 

“Hey, you don’t always have to be so brave, you know?” 

You uttered, smiling reassuringly at him. His hand reached up and held yours, closing his eyes and savoring the closeness. His hand on yours made your heart jump up and down like an excited child. 

“I know, I know. It’s just that I’ve been on my own for so long. I’m not used to opening up about my feelings but, I want to. I want to tell you everything.” 

He confessed, holding both of your hands. It was obvious that the butterflies you had in your stomach were fluttering around in Wonho’s stomach too. 

“Let me make dinner tonight. Let’s share our secrets. I promise, I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” 

Later that night, you pushed your plate of chocolate cake to the side, so full you couldn’t eat another mouthful. Wonho made you his favourite dish, ramyun, which is all he ever seemed to eat; never the less, you loved it and appreciated the effort. Sitting on the floor by the roaring fire, Wonho tried opening up to you about his past. Since he promised he’d answer every question you asked him, you were feeling brave. 

“How do you like living with me?” 

You asked with a grin on your face, expecting him to tease you and say he hated it, that you left all your clothes on the floor and he missed his bed. Wonho chuckled, making your heart melt like lava. 

“Honestly, it’s been amazing. I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to live alone…I kind of wish I don’t have to live alone again.” 

Wonho replied, his eyes staring in to the fire, the amber and red lights reflecting on his deep brown eyes. You gulped, hoping he meant what you thought he meant. 

“You mean, you don’t want me to go?” 

You questioned nervously, holding your breath for the answer. His face turned to you and he smiled affectionately. 

“No, I don’t want you to go. I want you here, with me, always.” 

He bit down on his plump lip, surprised at himself for being so open to you. Being honest with yourself, you didn’t want to leave either.

“I want to be with you too.” 

You admitted to him, making his eyes widen. Your cheeks flushed and your pulse raced insanely fast, nervous but incredibly excited when Wonho began to lean closer to you, his lips puckering slightly for a kiss; a kiss you’d been waiting for since you talked in the shed. Your eyes locked, hooked on each other; you couldn’t stop your stomach from doing flips. The desire to kiss him was overwhelming. You imagined Wonho felt the same when his eyes fell upon your lips. Closing your eyes, you were so close to Wonho. Every second felt so long until your faces met. Magic spread through your body as his lips brushed yours, like a intense shock through your being. Your body told you to hold his face gently as you shared the sweet but powerful kiss. It wasn’t just any kiss, it was a kiss that symbolized lost souls finding each other and uniting as one. Wonho cradled the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, moaning quietly in satisfaction and the roaring fire became a metaphor for your passion. The feel of his lips as you crawled on top of his lap felt like heaven, you couldn’t describe just how perfect it was; how right it felt to kiss him. The heat was scorching your skin. The quiet moans turned in to pants as your hands got curious, moving from his face and slowly down his back while Wonho’s hands rested just above your backside in a teasing manner. You knew that if you didn’t stop now, you’d probably go all the way with him. His tongue felt so good, playing with yours, but you wasn’t sure how prepared you were right then. If it was to happen, you wanted to look prettier, smell a bit fresher, be less tired. Like Wonho could read your mind, he was the first to reluctantly pull away and control himself. 


He panted.

“I want to…but I want to when we’re both ready.” 

He smiled lovingly, running his fingers through your hair. Although nothing happened that night, you still let him back in to his own bed to cuddle you to sleep.

brglarbaggins  asked:

If it's okay to do two words, agelast and basorexia. Asoiaf, whatever character(s) you like!

Agelast - A person who never laughs.

Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.

“i don’t see what you like in him–he is so surly all the time.”

except he isn’t, not truly.  

she knows why it is that people say that.  she is all too familiar with the way he glowers at pretty much everyone.  but that’s not what she sees, or perhaps not what she lets him be.

gendry never laughs, but he laughs for her.  his body relaxes and his head cocks and his eyes shine and it’s all too silly because she’s known him forever, known him since she was a little girl, but she can’t help look at the curve of his lips, peeking pink through the dark hair of his beard.  

she’s not a little girl anymore, and she’s never kissed anyone before, so it takes her a while to realize that that’s why she’s fascinated by his lips.  she wants to know what they taste like, wants to feel his laughter vibrating through her body, wants to make him smile, make his heart race, make his eyes go wide with wonder.  it’s a frightening thought, for what if she ruins everything.

but it’s gendry, and she couldn’t ruin anything with gendry, and she must be brave, like her father, like jon and robb, because even if it’s only a kiss, sometimes a kiss is everything.

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!”

anonymous asked:

Cheiloproclitic - jasico? or even Basorexia <3

Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips.

Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.

“No, I totally get what you’re saying and trust me, I have my own obligations too but I’m just concerned—”

He tried to suppress a sigh at the shape of pink lips puckering to form the word ‘too’ and bit the inside of his cheek at the peak of a rosy tongue.

“Yes, but it’s too close to the deadline, you know? I would feel a lot better if we could reschedule for that Tuesday instead”, he nodded. “Yes, I’ll wait”.

He turned around to him and mouthed a quick ‘I’m sorry’. He shook his head, trying to erase from his retinas the way the scar over his upper lip danced over the last letter.

“Yeah, I can do 5, no problem”, he was smiling now and his jaw sharpened, and he tried his best to not to follow that line over his ear and down his neck. “Yeah, the usual spot at the library. Great, see you then.”

But he couldn’t escape from his apologetic smile, from the roundness of his mouth.

“Sorry Nico, that took forever.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

“So you were saying you were having trouble with college applications?”

“I mean–”, he shook his bangs away from his eyes, “I’m still not that sure if I want to go next year or just take another year to figure it out…”

“Which is perfectly fine”

Nico rolled his eyes but the beginning of a smile tugged at his lips. “Yes, I know, mom.”

Jason’s face did a weird thing, his eyebrows knitted together but his eyes remained soft and clear, like a spring morning.

“We can go over options this weekend, my roommate is going back to his parents house for a few days.”

He nodded, wondering if he would be able to survive two full days of Jason’s smile, and the way his eyes shone with pride when Nico laughed at one of his jokes, and how sometimes his lips would curl along his name like something precious and secret.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

He wouldn’t, because there was no way to survive the earnest charm of Jason Grace and Nico di Angelo knew that better than anyone.

All my drabbles

I am going to collect all my under 500 word drabbles that I write, most for prompts, all in one post. I put them here rather then on my Fanfic Masterlist, because they were taking up a lot of space for not that much actual writing. But if you want to read my short drabbles, they are all here!

The genres in these vary widely from pure crack to super mushy.

Six Sentences Prompts:


Right to the Good Parts Prompts:

Words prompt:

  • Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone (Djwifi)
  • Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy (Djwifi)
  • Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move (Alyanette)
  • Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move (Ninette)
  • Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it” (Ladynoir)
  • Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips (Djwifi and Ladynoir)
  • Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss (Alyabug)

Ninette Week:


How Do We Begin To Covet

@jewliesparks asked for “Haunt Me - Loki and Sigyn”.

Fic inspired by an  original Thor comic storyline. Title inspired by “Silence of the Lambs” :/

Sigyn couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. It had started not long after her engagement feast, a ridiculous affair hosted by the king and queen of Asgard, and the feeling had not abated. She did her best to put it out of her mind and clung tightly to Theoric’s arm as they walked through the marketplace, doing her best to pay attention to him as he talked excitedly about his latest promotion.

After Theoric returned her home, placing a chaste kiss upon her hand, Sigyn confided in her mother.

“I feel eyes on me everywhere,” she lamented. “It makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, but no matter how much I look I can never see anyone. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

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Hard to Handle - Danny x Reader - Chapter 3

Series Name: Hard to Handle

Chapter Name: In Your Eyes

Pairing: Danny x Reader

Word Count: 1,584

Parts: 1 | 2 | 2.5 | (3) | 3.5 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 6.5 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

A/N: What’s this?! A chapter on gussorolex and danavidancer in one day? The same person commsioned both of these chapters, so big thanks to them. If you want a commission, just shoot me an ask!

I love you guys.

“CJ, shut the fuck up.” You hissed the command to your best friend through clenched teeth. You were standing in the soup aisle of your grocery store, eyeing the merchandise for the best weapon to use against CJ. You always enjoyed grocery shopping with your best friend, but he had a good way of making you miserable when he felt like it.

“What? All I said is that you should’ve let him slide in them cheeks.” CJ dodged your first slap and caught the can of soup that you threw at him, but your third slap connected solidly with his left cheek. A mother walking with her two children glared murderously at the two of you and marched away angrily, leaving behind both brands of Beef and Vegetable soup she had been trying to decide between. You muttered something close to an apology, but the damage was already done and she was gone. CJ just laughed.

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Sherlock x Reader: A Simple Day Yet A Complex Emotion


enderlaw asked:

A little fic idea reader x Sherlock: Normal day in Baker Street. You decide to cook something simple like a cake and Sherlock is really curious He may likes the way you’re moving through the kitchen and decide to hug you… or more x

You were quite stressed. Recently, you’d been out with work and then helping Sherlock with cases on top of that. Luckily, today was a day that you had to yourself. You still had to share a flat with Sherlock, however you were sure that he wouldn’t annoy you today. He would normally drag you out somewhere but you could tell he was a little stressed also. He would never admit it though. You thought that he’d probably read, play his violin, or conduct a science experiment. You’d make sure that he’d have to do his experiments somewhere else though because you had decided to bake a cake. It was simple but you enjoyed baking and the end result would taste delicious.



You had placed all of your ingredients and equipment on the table but you had to move all of his science equipment off of the table first. He hadn’t said anything about it yet but you knew he had noticed. You were also sure that he would mention it later. At the moment, he was sat reading ‘The Great Gatsby’ in his chair which meant that he had a view of the kitchen. Sherlock couldn’t lie that he didn’t have any feelings towards you because he did. He was fascinated by you in a way that he had never felt before. Not even towards Irene Adler. He found himself not being able to concentrate on his book as he was distracted by you. He took note of everything. From you humming quietly to your favourite song, despite no music being played, to the way that you moved around the kitchen. He noticed the way that you tucked stray pieces of hair behind your ear and the way that you were so engrossed in baking the cake that you didn’t notice anything else, such as Sherlock staring at you. Sherlock loved watching you however he eventually got annoyed that his mind was occupied by you. He sat in John’s old chair so he wasn’t facing you but that didn’t help. It was like he was in darkness and you were light. He was always drawn to you. Sherlock couldn’t figure out how to stop his emotions. He wasn’t aware that feelings were things that you couldn’t control. He had an overwhelming desire to kiss you but he thought it was wrong for him to feel this way. It was stressing him out. He sat back down in his own chair and continued watching you. It was understandable that it was creepy however it helped Sherlock.



You had just put the cake in the oven when you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your waist.

“Sh-Sherlock?” You stuttered and blushed madly. There was no reply from the consulting detective. You quite liked what was happing because you had felt an emotion of love towards the 'heartless’ man recently. You just found it a bit… Strange. If you had seen his face, you would have noticed that his pupils had dilated. Or if you had taken his pulse, you would have been able to tell that his heartrate had increased. 

“Y/N,” He said finally and turned you around to face him. “I want to-” You cut him off by kissing him. He was taken aback by you agreeing with what he wanted to do, despite him not finishing his sentence. The kiss was comforting and it felt like the world around you both was falling away. It seem like it lasted forever but it was short. You pulled away but rested your forehead against his as he held you in his arms. Sherlock still had many questions but he was sure that he did feel love, even after telling himself for many years that he did not. It was wonderful.