they just like to touch each other

a letter from sam to cas about dean

Dear Cas,

…Man.

I really don’t know what to say. God, Cas. One moment you were there, out of the portal, and I could practically feel the relief and happiness and utter love radiating off Dean and -

Bam.

You died, Cas.

You went ahead and died on him, on us.

Son of a bitch.

I’m so sorry I didn’t stay behind. It all happened in a blur, man. Mom rushed into the portal with Lucifer and I rushed instead to Kelly and the Nephilim.

Dean didn’t come inside, Cas.

He stayed outside, and I don’t know if he hugged you or if he prayed or if he kissed you, but if I know my brother, I know that he cried.

He can’t live without you, Cas. He’s been drinking for weeks now, and I’ve only just got him to sober up. He’s stopped cooking, so we’ve had to make do with my terrible food and takeouts.

He’s stopped eating burgers, because they were your favourite.

He’s taking cases with me, but now he’s faster and he has this weird glint in his eye. I think your facing up to Lucifer and the portal reminded him of Purgatory, Cas. You guys never really told me what happened down there, but I know that it wasn’t great.

I noticed that when you both came back, you looked at each longingly and you touched more and smiled more and were a little more happy around each other and just -

He loves you. He loves you so much more than his own life. He loves you just a little less than me (no offence, Cas) He loves you and he’s never loved like this before.

You need to come back, man.

We both need you, Dean just a little more.

Hey, and if you come back, bring Gabriel with you, maybe?

You need to wake up.

He won’t stop crying.

Hopefully,
Sam Winchester (on behalf of his idiot brother Dean).

anonymous asked:

imagine harry comes home after being away for a while and you're super cuddly and want to be close to him so you follow him around making sure you're always touching him and tucking your head into his armpit when he's doing things like brushing his teeth and making lunch and he just has his arm around your shoulder and kisses the top of your head and whines when you aren't near him bc you missed each other and your touch comforts one another

Come on… needy puppy omg he would LOVE IT. “Miss me, button?” He’d boop your nose while he brushed his teeth. You’d just whine a “yes” and he’d pull you closer

i’ve never been one who was fond of physical touch. a quick hug from a friend or family member was as much as i would enjoy. anything longer than the “hi good to see you” hug or more than that and i was uncomfortable. i’m not quite sure what it is about it that makes me so uncomfortable. but with you it was the complete opposite. i wanted nothing more than that touch in the most innocent way possible. i wanted to hold your hand and never let it go. i wanted our knees touching. i wanted our arms resting next to each other. i wanted to sit next to you and there be absolutely no space between us. maybe it’s because you feel like home. maybe it’s because i love you. maybe you feel like home because i love you or maybe i love you because you feel like home. i just know that you feel like home and i know that i love you and i know that i want to be next to you.
—  c.r.p.
Truth or Truth

Requested anonymously: A one shot where the reader has never been able to orgasm through masturbation. When Dean finds out, he offers to help.

Warning: smut, masturbation

Word Count: 2300

A/N: Hope you enjoy, anon! XOXO

“Truth or truth?” Dean asks, grinning a little sideways in that way that lets you know he’s just the right amount of drunk.

Truth or truth is the game you play when you’re both feeling a little wound up, needing to blow off some steam. You’re too old for stupid dares and too nervous for dares that might actually make you touch each other, so you settle for sticking to truths. It never amounts to anything, but you both enjoy the sexy words said in the dark as you lie together on one bed, a bottle being passed between you, like you have a life and a personality outside of monsters.

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On the concept of Soulmate AUs

You know what I’m tired of? Soulmate AUs with the protagonist/antagonist ship as the main pairing that always has the villain who reacts the best to the situation, and the hero freaking out.

What I want to see is a hero who gets it, who understands that yeah, their soulmate may kind of be a murdering psychopath, but that’s cool, they can deal with that, they can live through it, but what’s not cool is them totally looking the other way and avoiding the hell out of them.

Give me the realisation that they’re soulmates in the middle of a fight, when they’re bloody and bruised and tired and they just slip, skin on skin contact, and then the whole world just shifts into place.

“This can’t be happening.”

“Have you every heard of opposites attract?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“But- Okay, yeah, we’re doing this.”

Give me a brutal fight that ends with a “Since when do my attacks hurt this much?” and the villain slowly realising that they can’t kill themselves out of this situation, that they can’t escape this because they’re soul bonded to a kid with a hero complex who is constantly trying to thwart them and is now for some reason grinning at them like a lunatic because they supposedly belong together. And damn does suddenly being able to feel emotions and pain that wasn’t his sting, because he has enough shit to deal with on his own without the added pressure, thanks.

Give me snarky comments and miniature fights in the middle of the night when the hero catches the antagonist coming back from who knows where, bloody and in pain and maybe a little too bust up, to say they won the fight.

“You usually look happier to see me.”

“You killed someone this morning.”

“What gave it away?”

“You mean besides the fact that you’re covered in blood and I felt every moment of it?”

Give me the villain slowly getting used to the idea that hey, they’re sort of going to have to put up with this little ray of sunshine for a while even though he kind of hates his guts and wants to kill him, but also give me the villain wondering what they ever did to deserve this. What could they possibly have done that was so great, so obscenely terrifyingly amazing that they could be soul bonded to a person like this, someone so innocent and righteous and downright beautiful that half of it seems like a mad dream?

“Not every bad guy has a tragic past.”

“But you do. I’ve seen it.”

“I’m going to punch you.”

“That would be counterproductive to what we’re doing here.”

“…”

“That hurt you as much as it hurt me.”

“Worth it.”

Give me tempers flaring and bristling arguments and the hero getting so tired, but still carrying on, not because they think that there’s some good in the antagonist or because they think they can change them, but because this is their soulmate, the person that the fates chose for him, his other half, someone that he had to protect and look after and love, because if not him, then who else was going to?

“I am going to hurt you. I’m going to rip out your intestines and strangle you with them.”

“You’ve been pretty good today. That’s three less death threats than yesterday.”

“Prepare to have your balls removed with a butcher’s knife and shoved down your throat, asshole.”

“I’m still counting this as progress.”

Give me the antagonist not realising the reality that this isn’t someone who wants something from him, who wants to change him, use him, abuse him, but rather someone who just wants to be with him, love him. Give me an antagonist who can’t understand the concept that somebody might actually care.

“I thought this was what you wanted! The sex, the cuddling, the stupid hand-holding. What more could you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

“Yes you do. They always do! Just tell me what you want and you can have it. Just leave me alone, please. I can’t take this anymore.”

“I want you to trust me, to believe me when I say that I love you.”

“You’re only saying that because of the bond.”

“No, I’m not. I’ve seen everything that you have, felt what you feel, heard what you’ve heard. Maybe at first, a little, it was just because of the bond, but then I fell in love with you, the real you, the one behind all the fronts that you put up.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I didn’t expect you too, but you will, one day. I’m not giving up on you.”

Give me the hero facing shit from their friends and family, because they don’t understand why they’re trying so hard and putting up with so much shit, even though he’s his soulmate, but the hero just shrugging and smiling because they get it, and it doesn’t matter if everyone else doesn’t.

“He threatens to brutally mutilate you constantly.”

“I like to believe it’s how he expresses his affections.”

“He tried to kill you so many times.”

“There was only the once after we found out about the bond, though.”

“You’re making excuses now.”

“It’s just that there’s so much anger in him, all of the time. I don’t know how anyone could live like that. I want to help him.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“That’s not my biggest concern anymore. He is.”

Give me a hero who tries so, so hard, and a villain who, despite everything, slowly gives in. Give me quiet nights laid in bed or watching the stars, no words and only their hands touching, just the sensation of palm against palm enough. Give me heated arguments, rage, unsteady headiness at the realisation that they’re not going to leave each other, no matter what happens.

Give me a soulmate AU where the hero doesn’t react badly, isn’t scared or hateful that their soulmate is their arch nemesis, the big bad guy, the villain they can never seem to get rid of, because really they should have expected that all along. Because no one hates that much without there being a little something more behind it.

We were talking about Jaws in class today and one girl was like “I don’t know about anyone else but I thought the scene between Quint and Hooper [where they’re comparing scars and taking off their clothes and touching each other] was homoerotic” and the prof was like NO, so I was like “actually I thought so too” and explained why and the professor was like “that’s just camaraderie, intimacy, affection not eroticism” as if homoeroticism is only and strictly about overt sexual desire and went on to describe their “bodies weaving together” and I was like wait wtf that’s just gay. But she was adamant like “no that’s incorrect” which was annoying as fuck so congratulations you old bitch im gonna go write multi chapter Quint/Hooper Jaws slash fanfiction You and your thick headed love hating skepticism are responsible

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I AM SO OVERWHELMED BY THE FEELINGS IN MY HEART RIGHT NOW. MY TINY HEART IS TOO TINY FOR THIS NONSENSE LIKE WHAT IN THE FUCK

EMMA IS MAKING FUCKING PANCAKES

IN A ROBE AND WE ALL FUCKING KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT BEFORE WHILE KILLIAN WALKS UP BEHIND HER IN AN UNBUTTONED VEST WHICH LBR IS BASICALLY HIM BEING NAKED LIKE THE NUMBER OF LAYERS ON THIS MAN AT ALL TIMES IS ABSURD BUT LIKE

THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT IT.

THIS IS LIKE THE FUCKING SUN. I AM BLINDED BY THE JOY AND THE HAPPINESS AND THE CONTENTMENT AND THE WAY HE’S GRINNING INTO HER SKIN AND THE WAY SHE BITES HER LIP. THIS IS AHHHHHHHHH MAKE IT STOP

AND SHE LIKE FUCKING POUNCES ON HIM AND HER HANDS DON’T FUCKING STOP MOVING AND HER LIPS ARE SO INSISTENT AND 

SHE KEEPS FUCKING PULLING HIM CLOSER AND CLOSER AND WHAT T H E F U C KKKKK I CANNOT HANDLE THIS EVEN A LITTLE

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW WILD HER HAIR IS? SHE CLEARLY JUST WOKE UP AND CAME DOWN TO MAKE THEM BOTH PANCAKES BECAUSE THEY MUST BE STARVING AND HE GOT DRESSED HALF WAY AND CAME DOWN TO FIND HER WHEN HE SMELLED ALL THE NICE THINGS AND THEN HE SEES HER WITH HER HAIR ALL WILD AND HER FACE ALL FRESH AND GLOWY AND HAPPY AND WHO CAN BLAME HIM FOR WANTING TO KISS HER OK?

OK BUT WHAT KILLS ME THE DEADEST IS THAT SHE PULLS AWAY JUST SO SHE CAN LOOK AT HIM. CLEARLY SHE WANTS TO KEEP KISSING HIM BUT IN THAT MOMENT, SHE NEEDS SO SEE HIS FACE, TO SEE AGAIN HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER AND WHAT SHE HAS NOW AND I CANNOT LOOK AT HIS SMILE THIS IS TOO MUCH *SHIELDS EYES*

GUYS, GUYS, GUYS. I THINK SHE LOVES HIM.

AND I THINK HE LOVES HER.

SHE’S SO FUCKING HAPPY AND SHE LOOKS SO YOUNG HERE AND SO HAPPY AND IN LOVE AND SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH OMG

HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER BECAUSE WHO WOULD HAVE FUCKING THOUGHT RIGHT? 

AND THEN SHE’S LIKE FUCK WAIT MUST GET BACK TO THE KISSING. HE’S SO GOOD AT THE KISSING. MUST TOUCH SOFT LIPS AGAIN.

AND UGH IT STARTS SO SOFT BUT PICKS UP SO FUCKING QUICK LIKE WTF AND HE JUST RESPONDS WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT LIKE THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND WANT EACH OTHER SO MUCH, IT MAKES MY HEART MELT ALSO SEEING THAT RING ON HER FINGER IS HURTING MY EYES AGAIN.

THE HANDS, THE HANDSSSSSS

WILL NO ONE THINK OF THE POOR FANGIRLS?! WHY WOULD YOU KISS THIS WAY?! WITH THE FRANTIC PULLING EACH OTHER CLOSER AND THE HANDS THAT WON’T STOP TOUCHING. WHY WOULD YOU HURT ME THIS WAY YOU ASSHOLES?!

I CAN’T TAKE IT BECAUSE THEY’RE SMILING THE ASSHOLES DO THEY NOT KNOW WHAT THIS IS DOING TO MY SMALL TINY HEART?!

TO HELL WITH THE PANCAKES. YASSS EMMA, YASSSSS.

AND SHE FUCKING PUSHES HIM INTO THE TABLE AND SHE’S PROBABLY BETWEEN HIS LEGS RIGHT NOW AND HIS HAND IS RUNNING UP AND DOWN HER BACK AND HIS HOOK IS HOLDING HER STEAD BECAUSE SHE CANNOT STOP MOVING HER HANDS

AND LIKE FUCKING SOMEONE HAS TO KEEP THEM FROM FALLING ONTO THE TABLE BUT BY THE LOOKS OF IT, EMMA TOTALLY WANTS KILLIAN TO FALL ONTO HIS BACK RIGHT THERE OK?! LIKE NOPE LET’S JUST DO THE DO RIGHT HERE. SMOOSHING BOOTIES ON THE DINING TABLE.

AND LOL THE SHOCK! THEY’RE SO DAZED THIS IS HILARIOUS

AND KILLIAN SAYING LIKE OH YOUR MOTHER HAS A KEY. THAT’S GOOD INFORMATION. YES OK. TRY TO CALM DOWN NOW.

THE SHOCK AND THE WIDE EYES LOLOLOL

BUT OK I FUCKING LOVE HOW EMMA JUST LOOKS AMUSED PRETTY MUCH THROUGH THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE BECAUSE THOUGH SHE REALLY, REALLY WANTS TO DO THE DO WITH HER FIANCE IN THEIR HOUSE (WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID WE GET HERE FROM CLIMBING A BEANSTALK TOGETHER ONE TIME FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK) 

SHE NEVER THOUGHT SHE’S HAVE THIS EITHER? HER MOTHER ACCIDENTALLY WALKING IN ON THEM AND LIKE IT’S LIKE EMBARRASSING OR WHATEVER BUT SHE’S JUST SO FUCKING HAPPY TO HAVE ALL THIS IN HER LIFE NOW? THESE MOMENTS OF PEACE AND LOVE AND SILLINESS

AND LOL SHE’S LIKE NOOOO AND KILLIAN IS LIKE HAHAHA YES WE WERE ABOUT TO BANG YOUR MAJESTY. I HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM RN LOL ALSO I LOVE THAT THOUGH SNOW IS RIGHT THERE, EMMA STRAIGHT UP DOEAN’T MOVE FOR FUCKING AGES AND JUST KEEPS RUNNING HER HANDS OVER KILLIAN’S SHOULDERS, SOOTHING HIM  AND TOUCHING HIM STILL AND KILLIAN’S HAND DOESN’T MOVE FROM HER WAIST EITHER

LIKE DESPITE THE DISCOMFORT, IT’S ALSO SUCH A COMFORTABLE MOMENT?! IT’S SO DOMESTIC AND ORDINARY AND EMMA IS STILL STROKING KILLIAN’S ARM HERE AND I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN *CRIES TEARS OF BLOOD* AND THEY ONLY FUCKING STAND WHEN SNOW IS LIKE UMM PANCAKES LOLOL

AND THIS ASSHOLE LOLOLOL HE IS SO UNAMUSED. I’VE LOST MY APPETITE. BRACING FUCKING SHOWER HE SAYS  LOLOLOL

THIS CHEEK KISS, THE PANCAKES, THE KILLIAN’S HAND ON HER WAIST AGAIN. THE DOMESTICITY OF IT ALL

LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS. DO YOU SEE IT? DO YOU SEE THE JOY IN HER EYES?! SHE’S SO HAPPY GODDAMNIT

*THROWS ALL THE THINGS*

THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT HANDLE THIS. FUCKING FUCK FUCKKK

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Oh, whatever you do
Don’t come b a c k for me (x)

We’re both crying in my flat again
but it’s not about each other.
It’s about weakness. Yours and mine.
Your ability to get on a plane and sleep in my bed.
My ability to let you.
How we touch and it means nothing;
but we do it anyway.
A force of habit
like flicking the ash off a cigarette
or removing your shoes by the door.
I am the motion you go through
when you can’t find another good bed to die in.
Yours are the hands I want on my throat,
but only when you’re gone.
Only when they’re not really your hands.
Just the memory of pressure.
—  Trista Mateer
Dating Zach Dempsey would include...

Originally posted by void-obriens

Zach Dempsey x Reader

Requested: 

A/N: I thought It’s a really cool Idea to make a headcanon and then an example and I hope it’s okay for you… Enjoy!xx

MASTERLIST

You wanna request something?


  • Never ever ignore is messages after everything that happened

(Baby Boo)
Hey you wanna hang out at the diner? eating some fries and letting time pass by? (read 6:54 pm)

(Baby Boo)
I’m starting to get worried (send 7:03 pm)

(Baby Boo)
nvm what you doing, I’m coming over now (send 7:16 pm)

  • Height difference

“Is it normal that you are so small?”, Zach said while he used you as an armrest.

  • Zach’s late night texts because he cannot sleep

(Baby Boo)
Hey you up? (read 3:23 am)

(Me)
It’s 3 am, of course not. (read 3:24 am)

(Baby Boo)
LOL (send 3:24 am)

  • His parents dislike you because you are friends with Clay Jensen

“Why are you so sure that they hate you?”, Zach groaned as he heard you complain about his parents and unlocked the front door of his house. you rolled my eyes in annoyance and whispered loud enough:“Are you kidding me? The death glare that they are always giving me when they see me?”

  • Random presents during the day

“Are these roses for me?”, you smiled when your eyes caught the red roses on the backseat of his car.

  • You found out that he’s on the tapes

“You are an asshole, Dempsey.”, Tears started to rush down my cheeks, the school hallway was suddenly silent. “You don’t understand.”, he raspy voice filled my ears, just letting more tears escaping my eyes.

  • Being his winter dance date

Slow music played while everybody was quiet; enjoying the moment. His hands carefully curved your waist while your hands stroked his small hair on his neck. Your lips were locked with each others touch. This night was perfect.

  • Wearing his Letterman Jacket because it’s life

“Am I ever going to get my jacket back?”-”Never.”

  • “You look better with you Make-Up.”

Zach groaned annoyed when he saw that you were about to put foundation on your face, you just giggled and continued doing your Make-Up.

  • Trying to cheer you up whenever you are down

“Always when I was small I loved playing with spoons, and I always did something like that-”, Zach quickly grabbed a spoon from the kitchen sink and rubbed it clean, while letting his breath touch the cold metal. He laid the spoon on his nose carefully but failed awfully when the spoon fell instantly off his nose, but at least you laughed.

  • Him teaching you how to play basketball

“Damn you are too small for basketball..”, he laughed when the ball bounced away from you. “Ha-Ha!, you laugh sarcastic as you grabbed the ball away from him and tried to throw the ball in the basket and succeed.

  • Jamming together out to music in his car while a long drive

“Just stop your crying It’ll be alright.”, you both screamed your lungs out while Harry Styles’ voice filled the car with chills.

  • Cheering for his team they have a basketball match

Even though you never understand the sense in basketball, you knew when you have to cheer.

  • Playing video games at his house

“And- I won again!”,  you cheered as the last HP of Zach’s character lost it, he groaned annoyed and runs his hands through his messy hair; begging for revenge.

  • I love you’s

“I love you so so so so so so much.”, he mumbled against your ear and kissed it softly, letting a small smile crossing your lips; You loved it to hear those little “love you’s” and every time you heard them you instantly melted away.

I came up with a “humans as aliens” scenario on the bus and now I’m writing a story snippet.

Karikki was sitting in the ship’s mess when the most recent addition to the crew stumbled into the room and collapsed into a chair with a relieved groan, dropping her head onto the table.

“Rough shift?” ie said, making a sympathetic noise as ie broke off another piece of ir food pack.

Melanie Dupré, recently hired on as a ship’s mechanic and as of one month ago the only human crewmember of the Xanaki Star, mumbled something into the table before lifting her head so that her translator could actually be of use.

“I could swear the ventilation ducts actually hate me personally,” she said. “I’ve been running around all day.” A look of horror crossed her features then, and she groaned again, dragging her hand across her eyes. “And I left my food packs in my room. Goddamn it.”

Karikki churred soothingly. “Don’t worry about it, you can have one of ours,” ie said, getting to ir feet and digging one of the vacuum-sealed silver packs out of the pantry.

Melanie made a noise that Karikki had learned to interpret as grateful and peeled the pack open, looking down at it dubiously. “You’re sure this is okay?”

“We’re nutritionally compatible!” Karikki said. “The captain checked, before we hired you on. Just in case you ran out of your own supplies. It should be fine.”

“Okay. Thanks,” she said, breaking off a square of the compressed nutrition block and popping it into her mouth.

A look crossed her face then that it took Karikki a moment to identify: disgust, ie realized. That was disgust–which was made all the clearer when Melanie gagged and grabbed a napkin, spitting the square out into her hand. “Oh my god,” she said.

Karikki could feel ir antennae fluttering anxiously. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is that a bad texture for humans?”

Melanie wiped her mouth, scrubbing at her tongue with the side of her hand. She shook her head. “No, the texture’s fine, it’s just like one of our protein blocks. It’s the [——], I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend you, but it’s awful! How can you eat that?”

Karikki flicked ir ear. “Sorry, say that again? I think your translator cut out in the middle. It’s the what?”

“The [——]. It [——] awful. I’m so sorry.”

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🎈Quiet Ways To Interact With Spirit Companions🎈

I see lots of posts on how to communicate and interact with spirit companions, and they’re great, but many involve lengthy conversation (or one-sided dialogue) between the human and their companion. Even if the dialogue is all through thought, some people prefer to be quiet inside and out, so here’s some tips for you quiet friends!

🎈Draw something that your spirit companion will like, or that has meaning to you both.

🎈Lie down and just relax with your companion. No words necessary, just feel each other’s presence.

🎈If your companion has a vessel, hold it or touch it and meditate.

🎈Communicate through feeling, instead of talking. Let your companion feel what you feel, and allow yourself to feel what they feel.

🎈Make two cups of tea or coffee and drink with your companion.

🎈Read a book, watch a movie, or play a game, and let your companion watch/read along.

🎈Go on a walk in nature with your companion.

🎈Play Solitaire or other one-person games, and let your companion help/play through you.

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#just wanted to appreciate the adorableness of Betty & Jughead in this scene. #first Jug’s comment about her as they entered the door. #then Betty’s bouncy hoppity skip as they yelled surprise and that elation on her face. #plus Jughead’s hilarious shock face. #then her proud girlfriend expression when he realises it’s all her plan. #and then her touching his arm when drunk Archie comes over to hug.

Butterfly


He’s reading as she flits around the room getting ready for bed, he hasn’t read in a long time and is determined to get most of it read tonight, back propped up a bit as his long legs are spread across the mattress. He pays her no mind as she buzzes around the room, gaze not leaving the page as she crawls into bed next to him. He’s completely immersed in the words till she begins unbuttoning his shirt just a bit more.


She had gotten bored cuddled next to him moving instead to lay between his legs her elbows resting carefully on his hips while slender fingers trace over the two little birds. She’s not doing it for attention it’s just something she likes to do, trace them, his tattoos running her finger along the lines trying to feel a difference that isn’t there. He sneaks a glance looking to her face under the book, she’s not smiling or frowning her cheek smushed a bit as she rests her head in her free hand, she looks content it makes Harry feel funny he likes this just being in each other’s company not needing anything more than the comforts of each other’s presence … little does he know …


He returns to the words hand faltering as he turns the page, her nimble fingers cold against his stomach as she unbuttons the rest pushing it away with featherlight touches, she’s going for the butterfly, it’s her favorite one, she’s told him plenty of times before, that and the ferns she especially likes to trace with both hands mirroring the movements of one with the other across the identical ink.


She starts with the antenna to the right tracing the outing ending with the left antenna before running her fingers along the details of the middle. She too caught up with her tracing she doesn’t notice him setting down the book after dog earring the page, keeping his hands at his sides, it’s not hard just letting her do her thing biting at his plush bottom lip watching her touch him like he was some kinda work of art. She traced a finger down dragging it in a lazy circle around his belly bottom before weaving it through the course hairs crowing his boxers. His breathing has picked up a bit, something about the moment making his head swirl and blood begin to relocate.


She doesn’t know what she’s doing to him, starting at the rightmost part of the tattoo and tracing to the left, she feels it then as she shifts to have better access to the other branch, his growing cock, it’s been getting heavy and full with her touching, his lip is abused as he bites it to hold back the sounds. At the first feel she looks up at him shyly, “What’re yeh doin’ hmm?”


She looks back to where her finger is just starting the final tattoo, “I’m just touching you" she responds as her finger begins to move again. He doesn’t respond right away, letting her almost finish,


“Feels good”

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magic touch bond au
  • i keep thinking of a magical au where jack and bitty wake up
  • like after a party or something and they’re both in excruciating pain
  • and so all the guys are freaking out and they sort of piece together that jack and bitty are being affected by the same thing
  • so holster hauls a screaming bitty into jack’s room and dumps him on the bed next to jack and the moment they touch everything…stops
  • why yes, it’s our old friend, the Forced to Be Touching At All Times Trope

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anonymous asked:

Did you ever get the impression or vibe that Zuko & Katara both liked each other towards the end of Book 3? I did, like Zuko's reaction and him saving Katara and Katara's face watching Zuko take the lighting for her sells it completely like that screams love, but also the little things like them sleeping next to each other, Zuko sitting next to her during the play and Katara fixing her hair when Zuko sits down next to her, also all the times Katara teases him, they liked each other clearly!

Yes! I did!!! From the hug in Southern Raiders and on, I felt like subtle hints were being made that Zuko and Katara had crushes on each other. 

1) First of all, this hug was something fierce. 

Originally posted by captainmikasaackerman

2) Ember Island Players was FULL of it. 

Originally posted by thxdivinemove

[ Move the fuck over bitchboi, byeeeee ]

Originally posted by thezukonation

[ casual flirting and flirty looks teasing ]

[ then there’s bullshit when play!katara is fucking play!zuko behind the rock in the catacombs. yeah. you two are real subtle. ]

3) There’s this little look of complete innocence and not at all an ‘oh my god his hand is on my shoulder’ look. Just look how content she is being touched by him. She just like chills and stares. RIP

Originally posted by tara1517

4) TheN THERE’S THIS NONSENSE SOEIFJIO:SEJFIO:JWE:F 

Originally posted by queen-of-destruction-nemesis

[okay y’all okay. whatever you little dweebs]

I’m like 95% sure they had a crushes on each other:

EXHIBIT A: Rescuing her by literally shoving Suki out of the way

EXHIBIT B: long stares at her back with the sunset in the distance 

Originally posted by zuzusexytiems

EXHIBIT C: THIS BULLSHIT. (JUST CASUAL LIFESAVING)

EXHIBIT D: WTF IS THIS LOOK KATARA???? YOU’RE CRYING OVER HIM.

EXHIBIT E: And this one??? WITH CASUAL HAND ON LOWER BACK NONSENSE

Yeah, they liked each other. That’s it. I’m actually pretty sure Zuko loved her. Now, whether this was intentional ship baiting by Bryke, or moves made by the Zutara shippers in animation/writing, I cannot tell you. RIP ZUTARA. RIP. 

First Bloom

Kara & Lena


Lena fills Kara’s office with flowers again the next time Kara saves her (it’s becoming a habit, honestly, in one way or another).

Kara, in an effort to establish that “that’s what friends are for!” and that Lena doesn’t have to do anything special for her, fills Lena’s office with flowers in return.

Lena refuses to accept this, and fills Kara’s office with more flowers.

A gesture that Kara then matches.

Lena, who is too grateful (competitive) to let Kara win this, but who also realizes that Kara is not actually rich, begins sending single flowers instead. 

But, of course, these are not just ordinary roses or lilies. Unlike the “pretty rare” flowers she’d sent the first time -the plumerias Kara had said were beautiful- and the pretty but ordinary flowers she’d sent following that, Lena sends a single, exceedingly rare flower to Kara’s apartment.

To Lena’s surprise, Kara sends a different but also very rare flower to Lena’s apartment with the note “You may be rich, but I have connections. ;)” attached.

(Jess, who is wary of Lena’s connection to this reporter but is also very allergic to most flowers is just thankful that they aren’t coming to the office any more…)

They play this game for a while, trying to one-up each other in rarity.

Eventually, after growing tired of strange and expensive flowers, Lena opts for a simple sunflower with the note, 

Not rare, but it’s color reminded me of you. Like the sunflower, you are familiar and just a touch strange, all at once. But it also reminded me of myself. Because I, too, follow the sun and am made taller in it’s light.

Lena leaves the fact that Kara is the sun in this metaphor unsaid.

The next week, when Kara would typically have a flower waiting on Lena’s doorstep, there isn’t one. Lena goes through a range of emotions, from fearing that she was too forward with her affection for Kara to wondering if Kara is alright. But when she opens the door to her apartment, she sees it, sitting on the living room table. 

Glowing.

Lena walks over to the white, shining flower with it’s few, simple, curved petals and it’s red stem, and picks up Kara’s note.

It’s not from this planet (if you couldn’t tell) and I’m not sure how to write the name but it means ‘The Shining Dark’. It grows in the freezing blackness of the planet Klumithea. Most of these flowers don’t glow due to the harsh conditions of the planet. All of them are survivors for enduring, but this one… this one is special.

It reminded me of you.

I hope you like it, because it will probably stay alive longer than we will.”

The next time Kara is expecting a flower on her doorstep, she finds Lena there instead, empty handed.

“Lena! No flower today?”

“No. Your last one was hard to beat.”

Kara laughs.

“I’m glad you liked it. It’s actually really interesting, though, how it grows. The-”

“-I have something else, though. Something you might actually like more?”

“Oh. Well. I’ve been trying to tell you, Lena, that’s not necessary. That’s what friends are f-”

But Lena kisses her.

She kisses her deeply and quickly, enough to electrify both of their consciousnesses, but then pulls apart from Kara just as quickly.

Kara’s face is flushed.

“Lena, that’s-” she stops herself, suddenly. Licks her lips.

Kara kisses her back, just as deeply. In seconds, they’re both out of breath.

When Kara pulls back, eyes locked with Lena’s and mind fried from electrocution, she continues her thought, 

“That’s… not what friends are for.”

Lena laughs, “No. It’s really not.”

“Well,” Kara starts, letting go of her. She slumps against the wall and tilts her head at to look at Lena, whose heart is still racing.

Kara sighs, finally, and says,

“I guess you win, then.”