warmth of breath

I want to kiss her.

Not because I want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me.

I want to kiss her because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. I want her to know that I see her as perfect. That she is perfect.

—  catlanta23
The Signs Kissing (Public vs Private) ((check sun and moon signs))

Aries in public: kisses you firmly and quickly completely out of no where

Aries in private: firmly holds you by the shoulders or side of your neck as they completely pull you into their powerful lips

Taurus in public: watches you until they see you have a free moment and will lean over to place a single warm kiss on the corner of your mouth

Taurus in private: looks at you with half lidded eyes and absorbs the warmth of your breath before closing the distance between you and their soft lips

Gemini in public: probably catches you mid conversation or in the middle of working on something when they attack everywhere but your lips with butterfly kisses; runs off with a cheeky smile when you try to kiss their lips

Gemini in private: loves to run their hands through your hair as they give deep and fast paced kisses, and smirking whenever there is a break for air

Cancer in public: Wants to hold your hand and has been kissing you at every moment they can get your attention

Cancer in private: Likely to have set up candles and rose petals, but then asks your permission before completely rocking your world the rest of the time they have with you

Leo in public: confidently strides up to you, grins, and pulls you in by the back of your neck for a rehearsed and captivating kiss; hopes the whole room sees

Leo in private: lifts you up onto a counter or crawls over you in bed, putting on the performance they’d been ready to give you all day, and not letting up until your moaning into their mouth

Virgo in public: waits until no one is around or until they are sure no one is looking before lightly pecking your lips or cheek and then pretending like it didn’t happen with a serious blush

Virgo in private: straddles your lap seductively and runs their hands over your chest and shoulders as they ghost over your lips, making you have to really stretch and try to reach them, and then only kiss you long enough to leave you drooling for more

Libra in public: gives you seductive looks, slowly moving closer until they’re practically the only person you are aware is present in the room, and then capturing your lips in purposeful movements

Libra in private: caresses your face gently, but kisses you as if they need you in order to live

Scorpio in public: Will kiss you for the mere fact that you were having a good conversation with someone else, and does it so possessively that it’s hard to tell if they’re mad at the other person or with you

Scorpio in private: throws you onto the bed, pinning you there as they nip and lick and kiss all the way up your body before finding your lips

Sagittarius in public: Pecks your lips between complimenting everything they love about you

Sagittarius in private: Lovingly wrestles with you, constantly rolling around on the floor and giving victory kisses every time either one of you is pinned

Capricorn in public: awkwardly tries to brush your hair out of your face, even if there’s no hair that needs to be brushed away, and shyly tries to kiss you, probably missing your lips

Capricorn in private: runs through all the techniques they’ve Googled about kissing before trying every single trick in the book on you

Aquarius in public: uses their finger to tilt your face up, holds your gaze, and then gives you a single reassuring and calming kiss, perfectly placed on your lips

Aquarius in private: turns on their favorite album, taking their time with enjoying the music before beginning to lean towards you; eventually nuzzles your face warmly, starting off with cautious kisses and eventually gaining all the confidence in the world with much deeper kisses

Pisces in public: probably uses some sort of game, like The Nervous Game or Truth/Dare, to get you to kiss them; pulls you in by the small of your back

Pisces in private: wraps you in a warm blanket because they want you to be as comfortable as possible as they play with and tease your lips with there’s until you take the initiative to make them really get down to it

“It’s been a while.” Frail. Her voice sounded so goddamn frail. She didn’t know how they’d ended up alone together in the barely lit garden when they’d been in a crowded room a heartbeat before, and how he’d gotten so close that she could count the freckles on his nose in the weak lamplight. “Yes. Yes, it’s been a while,” he echoed, so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face. Too close. He smelled of cheap vodka and something sweet - cherry, maybe. The confusion was visible in his brown eyes, the way he didn’t quite know how to act around her, the way he tried to suppress his initial reaction of reaching out to touch her. “Please stay where you are,” she whispered and the hurt that flashed across his face broke her heart all over again. He’d never shared her view on life, had always failed to understand why she was so afraid. She knew that with every time she said hello to him came a goodbye, like thunder unrelentlessly followed lightning. And while he would always choose everything over nothing, accepting the bad times if it meant also getting the good ones, she’d rather stick with nothing at all, too scared of the tears and the heartbreak and the prospect of having to move on if things didn’t work out. Always careful.
“Talk to me, please,” he begged, shivering slightly in the cold, “there are so many things we should talk about.” He was right - they had turned their backs on unfinished business, paused arguments and unsaid words that now squeezed her throat shut. But she couldn’t do it. Couldn’t run back to him simply because the opportunity was there and he was drunk, both on vodka and on her, and because it would be easy to return to what she knew. It would be just as hard to let him go again. “Can’t we try to work things out? Can’t we try to be friends?” But how could they ever be just friends if he had seen every inch of her, if he knew her deepest secrets and how to break her?
“I can’t. I can’t just be your friend.” She saw his face fall and her heart seized. But the knowledge remained: she could never say hello to him because it meant just another goodbye and if she never had to say goodbye again, it’d be too soon. But where did they stand when being friends wasn’t enough but being more than friends was too much?
—  excerpt
n.j.
Think of...

Lance working late at night in his hangar, it’s late enough that mostly everyone is asleep. Pidge gave him the schematics to his gun and Hunk brought over extra parts to add onto it. Lance being just full of restless energy, especially after a calm day with surprisingly no real distress calls or fights, uses this time to work on his bayard a bit, reading over the schematics and fiddling with bits and pieces.

With Blue’s helpful push of course since she knows a bit more about the intricate workings than he does. She sees him poke or prod at something that doesn’t need to be prodded at she’ll gently tell him and he’ll thank her as she explains why and move on to the next part.

He doesn’t notice anyone had come into the hangar until he feels a solid warmth at his back, sleepy breaths tickling his neck as equally warm arms wrap around his waist, hugging him from behind.

Lance smiles, a tinge of red dusting his cheeks as he feels Keith unconsciously rub his face against the back of Lance’s shirt, a soft slow rumble sounding from his chest. And if that is the cutest thing in the universe Lance doesn’t know what is.

Keith feels warm and pliant, and smelled of the Altean body wash that was kept in the castle, so he must’ve been training and then took a shower before coming to Lance so he wouldn’t smell of sweat and metal. And, now that Lance thought about it, it must’ve been extremely late in the night for Keith to have to come to him, forgoing sleep to find him.

That thought causes a warmth to flood his chest, placing a free hand on one of the arms wrapped around him and rubbing his thumb in smooth, random circles on the shower warm skin.

He smiles, a full grin before going back to what he was focused on before, the sound of Keith’s even breathing a welcome background noise to the silence that once enveloped the hangar.

People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.
—  Diane Setterfield from The Thirteenth Tale
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The way his hair looked in summer sun. His face when he run. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forward.

I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch, he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you. My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms.
           
T h e   m e m o r i e s   c o m e,  a n d   c o m e.

10. “Are those my clothes?” (Damon x Reader)

You curled further into your bedsheets, the soft white fabric covering you from head to toe. It felt like you were laying on a cloud drifting off further into the sky without a care in the world. Everything was perfect, well almost perfect. It would be a lot better if you had your boyfriend Damon next to you but you understood that he had things to take care of. You rested your head back onto the pillow and you sunk into it feelings the comfort and warmth overtake you. You breathed out a sigh of relief and gently shut your eyes. It wasn’t until you heard the click of the door that you opened them again.

“Hey babe,” a voice said in a calm and soothing tone and you could hear the smile entwined into the words.

Damon.

You smiled at the thought of him being back, he was safe and you had nothing to worry about. Not that you worried a lot you knew Damon could handle himself in a lot of situations but it didn’t hurt anyone to be cared for.

As you opened your eyes you saw him slipping under the covers with you and you felt his cold feet. You flinched away and a low chuckle escaped his mouth.

“What?” He asked teasingly with the smirk still spread across his lips.

“You and your feet just come sauntering in here to make my little den all cold, I don’t like it.”

“Oh yeah and what are you going to do about it?” You could tell he was trying to get something out of you, whether it be sarcasm or anger he just loved to tease you. You responded him by shoving him as hard as you could. Seeing as he wasn’t expecting it he rolled straight off the bed. You laughed as you saw his confused expression while he rubbed his head.

“Come on Y/N, be nice.”

“Tell that to your cold feet.”

The breeze hit you and made you realise that the covers and fallen off of you, not that you minded as you were toasty in Damon’s clothes but this was something he obviously hadn’t realised before.

“Are those my clothes?”

“Yeah, is that a problem?” You asked in a low and almost seductive tone which you knew drove him crazy. He glared back at you.

“Yes it is because you just look so damn good in them,” he growled. You raised one eyebrow and stared at him for a little. You knew all the ways to make him love you and they worked every time, wearing his clothes was one of the many ways.

When her head is buried half way into your neck, and you feel the warmth of her breath seep into your skin, you kiss her forehead lightly, eyes closed but you feel her arms tight around you and know she’s smiling. That feeling, is probably the best one out there.
—  Cravings
your hands;
a slow burn under my stomach
growing unbearable
uncomfortably warm, it itches
but my hands are tied up in yours

and you did make me feel beautiful
you said it over and over
spitting the murmurs out like sugar pills
until I started to sink into the words
taking them as gospel
from the lips of a goddess

I crave feeling needed
and it seemed like you really required
the warmth of my breath
and the iciness that always accompanies my fingertips
to bring your own heart to beating
but I should have seen how soundly you slept without me

you were my sunshine
you were my golden everything
that coated the world in a rosy hue
and promised only the best times ahead
you were heaven to behold
and I was luckless Lucifer

but I no longer see myself as helpless
nor you as the savior I waited for
for you are a storm, a poison to my system
wrapped up in the sweetest of smiles
and for the toxins we carried on our tongues and fed each other quietly
the only antidote is time

—  See, Someday I Won’t Belong to You (December 20)
Train Rides Part 6

It’s finally here!!!!! This one was very fun to write! I think Train Rides will be ending in the next chapter,which will be NSFW,  so please look forward to it!

Rated T

(Part 5)


(Day 18)

Your mind spun as the train skidded along the tracks. You hadn’t slept a wink last night. V’s declaration of his feelings for you had replayed in your mind every time you closed your eyes. Even now, your ear still tingled from the warmth of his breath when he had whispered words of war to you.

Glancing down at your hand, you flushed, remembering how his lips had felt against it. Pressing your fingers to your cheeks you shook your head rapidly, V occupied every single one of your thoughts!

No matter how much you tried, he always sat at the back of your thoughts, bothering you, pestering you over and over until before you knew it, you were wishing that he would appear before yo- Wait. No! Having V show up would definitely not be good right now. Your thoughts were scrambled, and you had no idea how to face him.

You stared down at your feet miserably, it was only a matter of time before V got on the train, and you were by no means ready to face him. Did he expect an answer from you? Exactly how much time would he give you? If you rejected him, would your friendship turn sour? The thought of that made your heart ache, and you-

You jumped as cold fingers lightly tapped against your forehead.

“You’re bothered because of me.”

The low rumble of a voice sent shivers down your spine, and you felt every nerve, every hair on your body come to attention. Slowly taking your eyes off the floor you looked up, not at all surprised to find V towering over you, fingers still in the air.

His sunglasses hung over the front of his shirt, and those blue orbs you adore so much smoldered into you. There was a completely foreign expression on his face, one you had never seen before. V slowly dropped his hand down to his side again before saying,

“You didn’t run off.”

The sentence throws you off guard. Of course you had avoided him for majority of the week…it made sense that he would have been fearful of the same reaction after telling you how he felt. An unpleasant feeling begins to take over the butterflies in your stomach. In your panic and unwillingness to deal with the situation, you had trampled all over V’s feelings. Having someone run away from you never felt good.

Instantly a shroud of guilt overtakes you. “I’m sorry…for avoiding you before.” You say, your eyes pleading with his, as if to convince them of your sincerity.

Your apology clearly surprises V, for he doesn’t say anything for a moment.

And then slowly, a small smile graces across his lips.

Your heart slams in your chest, when did V start having such a large impact on you?

V raises his hand again, and then suddenly he cups your face with it, his cold fingers screaming at your to pay attention to them. The caress throws your heart into overdrive, but you can’t pull away, V’s eyes are locked with yours, analyzing your reaction, taking in all of you, drinking the sight of you in as if burning it into V’s memory.

You can’t help the flush that lights across your face.

V doesn’t take his hand away, his thumb running across your cheek softly.

“Good morning MC.” He says softly.

It’s barely a little more than a whisper, but that doesn’t mask the depth of how much affection is said with it. V’s voice is quiet, but his words are steady, as if saying good morning to you was something only he could do. The greeting so simple, yet so complex, whisper words of love, adoration, and happiness into your ears, enveloping you until you’re completely overwhelmed from the feelings of his finger tips and the passion in his face.

His fingers trace the flush across your cheeks, and its enough to snap you out of your trance.

“A-ahaha! G-good morning Jihyun” You reply back carelessly as you take a step back. This wasn’t good. You were starting to want, to actually believe that starting a relationship with V would be oka-

“Jihyun? Did you call me by my name just now?”

Your thoughts end instantly at the smirk that stares at you. You press your hand against your mouth softly.

“A-Ah! No that was…uh that was.” You stutter, hating the fact that V was taking delight in watching you squirm.

Your station flashes brightly on the screen and you let out a sigh of relief.

“I’ll be going now!” You spoke quickly, ears turning red as you heard him laugh you off the bus.


(Day 30)

Days passed and with each new day, you found V kept his words. He often came to take you to lunch, messaged you every day, and even went as far as meeting you on the train every morning and night.

You didn’t know how much longer you could defend against his onslaught.


(Later that night)

As you stepped onto the train once again, this morning’s embarrassment came rushing back into your mind. Not surprisingly, as you neared your regular spot, V was already in place, leaning against the wall as he always did. The red scarf you had given him is wrapped around his neck, keeping him snug and warm. He looks up from the photo magazine he had been flipping through, as if he always knew when you entered a room. He smiles at you softly, and you nearly become breathless again at the sight of him.

This wonderful man claimed that he loved you.

“Good evening V.” You greeted as you neared, ignoring the way your face has instantly gone up a few degrees.

He pats your head softly as soon as you’re within reach, “How was work today?”

You begin chatting about your day, a smile eventually taking form on your face. You took comfort in the act, glad to see that some things did still remain the same even if both your feelings were beginning to form. You and V had chatted on for a while, and you noticed the train stop at King’s Station, 3 stops before V’s and 2 before your own. You payed it no mind, continuing to chat with V.

V looks down at the watch on his wrist and then back at the station announcement.

And then suddenly his hand is entwined with yours, warm and soft, his grip gentle and comforting, yet firm and desirous. Before you can even react V has tugged you out the train doors, and you hear your shoes make a small “click” as they hit the platform.

V isn’t running, but his strides are long and fast, causing you to clumsily and hurriedly strive to keep. His hold on your hand has yet to loosen, and before you know it you find yourself out in the cold open air, stars twinkling down at you, your breath coming out in breathless pants as V finally slows down.

As sudden as he took off, V just as suddenly comes to a stop. The sudden halt cause you to bump fast first into his back with a small “thump” .

“V…V?” Your voice is breathless and filled with confusion, the cold air doesn’t help you either.

V’s quiet for a moment, until finally he lets go of your hand and turns to face you.

Your face is flushed red from the cold air, your eyes large in concern, and the way you’re panting…it all drives V crazy.

V gently unwraps his scarf from around his neck, twisting the red fabric loosely around your neck instead, looping it once to create two red streaks cascading across your coat. He lovingly pulls your hair out and over the scarf as he then moves the hold both your hands in between his own, bringing them to his mouth.

You feel his hot breath begin to warm up your fingers, his scent from the scarf encasing you. Nothing else matters now, not the fact that you don’t know why V ran off, or the fact that you’ve gotten off 2 stops before your own.

All that matters is V.

“I’m sorry. You must be cold.” V says, never moving his mouth away from your hands.

You feel his voice vibrate against your skin.

“I couldn’t help myself. I just wanted to spend more time with you. Wanted to be in your company somewhere a little more open than a train.” V explains, and you swear you can see the tips of his ear reddening.

You smile, genuinely happy at seeing V grab what he wants for the first time. You remove your hands from his grasp, ignoring the pout that covers his face, and fix the collar of his jacket that hangs loose from the absence of the scarf now wrapped around your neck.

You smooth the collar out gently, and reach up to move his hair, tousled from the wind, out of his face.

“There.” You say with a mischievous tone

“Now you’re handsome.”

V’s face breaks out into a wide grin, and he reaches up to your hand in his hair with his own, moving it against his cheek and nuzzling into it, encasing your hand between his face and his right hand.

He closes his eyes as if you sooth everything away, and you feel your breath hitch in your throat. All signs of joking leave your face, no one else is apparent to you. Only V.

The dam in your heart presses against the wall you build to keep your feelings in.

V’s eyes drift open, smothering you with his intense gaze. You hope that he can’t feel your pulse hammering away.

You both can’t feel the cold air around you, you both don’t see the dark night. The two of you are lost in your own world, and for once, you aren’t thinking about the consequences of going along  with V’s affections, not when your own are screaming at you to go even further.

“I love you.”

Those words snap you out of the trance instantly.

They aren’t said as a whisper, or a yell. V says it as a statement, as if you had no say in it. Your heart is going into overdrive, and you feel every cell in your body screaming back how much you love him. Hadn’t you been fighting this for way too long?

V stares at your expression, as if contemplating his next move. You’re biting your lip softly, and the sight of that almost makes him groan aloud. He’s wanted you for so long…dreamed of the day where he could finally touch you like this.

Slowly his face nears yours, and you don’t move away, your resolve chipping away with each centimeter he closes between you.

“I love you MC.” Another declaration.

His lips hover right over yours, you can feel his breath and you’ve never wanted something more that his mouth on yours. You begin to wonder why you even fought against this in the first place, and your lips begin to quiver in anticipation, your eyes look up into V’s, as if questioning why he won’t continue.

“Is that so wrong?” His voice is barely audible, a whisper of a caress right over your lips.

And then finally, the lips that you longed for cover you mouth. It’s soft and gentle, filled with bliss and joy. His lips feel even better than you imagined. They’re smooth and captivating, searing your lips as you feel the kiss with every nerve in your body.

V pulls away slowly, his forehead resting against yours as both your breaths mingle in the cold air.

This isn’t enough. You’ve wanted him for so long, held yourself back for so long. You wanted, no you needed, more. You wanted to drown yourself in him. Lose yourself in those blue eyes, come home to his arms, kiss him whenever you wanted.

V speaks quietly, “MC I-”

You cut him, placing a small peck on his lips.

“Again” You say, before indulging into him once more.

This kiss is nothing like the first one. It starts off chaste, you just kissing him to feel him once more. But V has other plans. He unwraps the scarf from around your face, wanting nothing in the way of having you. Both his hands cup your face, letting him kiss you deeper, and you swear your knees are going to give out from under you. V presses your bodies together, and you let out a small gasp as you feel his teeth lightly tickled across your bottom lip.

V sucks lightly on your bottom lip, the sensation overwhelming you.

This kiss if full of passion. Full of hunger and frustration, you two touch each other as if the world were ending all around you. But V’s just getting started.

Taking advantage of your surprise, V slips his tongue inside your mouth, intertwining with yours immediately. He coaxes your tongue to dance with his own, building and building your longing for each other. V lets out a quiet groan in your mouth as he feels your tongue swirl against his own.

Lack of breath cause you both to stop. By the time you both pull away, your both gasping for air, returning back from how wonderful you both had felt in each other’s arms. V traces your lips with his finger, his eyes full of hunger as he takes in your swollen lips and slightly tousled hair.

You laugh, imagining how you both must look to others, and V is taken aback at how you can laugh at a time like this.  

“Can’t you read the atmosphere?” He asks, his voice hoarse and teasing.

You smile widely, twisting out of V’s hold and grabbing his hand.

“Let’s go get something to eat. I’m freezing!” You insist, pulling him along.

A small smile places itself on V’s face as he watches your figure walking forward, leading him by his hand. Your hair flows gently behind you, the red scarf entangled in your clasped hands.

“..red string of fate..” V mumbles quietly to himself.

First Snowfall

This is for my love @an-exotic-writer who wished to experience snow and endulging in hot chocolate, with Yoongi. Happy holidays everyone!

Originally posted by mn-yg

It was as magical as you had always remembered it, the first snowfall of the season. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but there was a marvelous aura surrounding everyone and everything, it was as if time stood still. Whilst the air was becoming colder, the warmth of a steaming cup of hot cocoa felt wonderful in your hands, as your chin was nestled in your palm as you looked out the window.

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I woke out of a sound sleep sometime later with a half-scream.

“Ssh. ’Tis only me.” The large hand lifted from my mouth. With the candle out, the room was pitch-black. I groped blindly until my hand struck something solid. 

“You shouldn’t be out of bed!” I exclaimed, still groggy with sleep. My fingers slid over smooth cold flesh. “You’re freezing!” 

“Well, of course I am,” he said, somewhat crossly. “I havena got any clothes on, and it’s perishing in the corridor. Will ye let me in bed?” 

I wriggled as far over as I could in the narrow cot, and he slid in naked beside me, clutching me for warmth. His breathing was uneven, and I thought his trembling was from weakness as much as from cold.

“God, you’re warm.” He snuggled closer, sighing. “It feels good to hold ye, Sassenach.” 

I didn’t bother asking what he was doing there; that was becoming quite plain. Nor did I ask whether he was sure. I had my own doubts, but would not voice them for fear of making self-fulfilling prophecies. I rolled to face him, mindful of the injured hand. 

There was that sudden startling moment of joining, that quick gliding strangeness that at once becomes familiar. Jamie sighed deeply, with satisfaction and, perhaps, relief. We lay still for a moment, as though afraid to disturb our fragile link by moving. Jamie’s good hand caressed me slowly, feeling its way in the dark, fingers spread like a cat’s whiskers, sensitive to vibration. He moved against me, once, as though asking a question, and I answered him in the same language. 

We began a delicate game of slow movements, a balancing act between his desire and his weakness, between pain and the growing pleasure of the body. Somewhere in the dark, I thought to myself that I must tell Anselm that there was another way to make time stop, but then thought perhaps not, as it was not a way open to a priest. 

I held Jamie steady, with a light hand on his scarred back. He set our rhythm, but let me carry the force of our movement. We were both silent save our breathing, until the end. Feeling him tiring, I grasped him firmly and pulled him to me, rocking my hips to take him deeper, forcing him toward the climax. “Now,” I said softly, “come to me. Now!” He put his forehead hard against mine and yielded himself to me with a quivering sigh. 

The Victorians called it “the little death,” and with good reason. He lay so limp and heavy that I would have thought him dead, if not for the slow thump of his heart against my ribs. It seemed a long time before he stirred and mumbled something against my shoulder. 

“What did you say?” 

He turned his head so his mouth was just below my ear. I felt warm breath on my neck. “I said,” he answered softly, “my hand doesna hurt at all just now.” 

The good hand gently explored my face, smoothing away the wetness on my cheeks. 

“Were ye afraid for me?” he asked. 

“Yes,” I said. “I thought it was too soon.” 

He laughed softly in the dark. “It was; I almost killed myself. Aye, I was afraid too. But I woke with my hand painin’ me and couldna go back to sleep. I was tossing about, feeling lonely for ye. The more I thought about ye, the more I wanted ye, and I was halfway down the corridor before I thought to worry about what I was going to do when I got here. And once I thought …” He paused, stroking my cheek. “Well, I’m no verra good, Sassenach, but I’m maybe not a coward, after all.” 

I turned my head to meet his kiss. His stomach rumbled loudly. 

“Don’t laugh, you,” he grumbled. “It’s your fault, starving me. It’s a wonder I could manage at all, on nothing but beef broth and ale.” 

“All right,” I said, still laughing. “You win. You can have an egg for your breakfast tomorrow.” 

“Ha,” he said, in tones of deep satisfaction. “I knew ye’d feed me, if I offered ye a suitable inducement.” 

We fell asleep face to face, locked in each other’s arms.

-Outlander

The Closest to Heaven

@bringmesomepie56 saw I had opened up to aesthetic ideas based on songs and she came up with this:  Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls Dean x Reader Give to a listen. It’s a good representation of Dean and how I feel he would be with the woman that he really loves.

Dean would never have a normal life, his illusions of that left him long ago. He had never thought he would have, someone like her in his life either. From the first time he had met her, he hadn’t wanted to leave. He wanted to stay in her bed, feel her warmth and breathe her in.

Dean had always been afraid to show people who he really was. It wasn’t just his life that scared people away, it was him. He was damage and he knew that. What he hadn’t expected was her. Someone that saw through his walls and lies, someone that loved him for who her was. Someone he wanted to know, who he really was beneath it all. She was the closest to heaven that he would ever be and he was not about to let her go. He would be the man she deserved and her never stopped being amazed by her acceptance and love.

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Speakers

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam takes the reader into the woods for a romantic night, but what she tells him causes a shift in the mood.

Word Count: 1,294

Warnings: semi-public smut (they’re in the middle of the woods), Sam being sweet and adorable, fluff

A/N: My first [decent] aesthetic! Told from Sam’s POV. Inspired by this song.

Laying in the bed of my old truck, the wind whirled around us, cool air running over the skin left uncovered by the blanket I’d brought along. My lips connected with the soft skin of her neck, barely touching, the warmth from my lips and breath leaving a spot that was especially affected by the chill. She gasped in sharply, her hands came up to grip at my shoulders as I moved to hover over her.

Her head leaned back on the balled up t-shirt she was using as a pillow, and the speakers permitted faint bumps of bass drum beats to come through the windows. The bed liner rumbled under her back, but all I could focus on was the pounding in her chest, like her heart was physically trying to jump up at me.

The chilled breeze whipped around us, following my fingers through her hair. If I could commit one thing about this night to my memory for the rest of my life, it would be the way [Y/N] looked. The moon was so bright, shining down and illuminating her in ways the sun never could, casting shadows of the trees across her face and body. 

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Hannibal Rewatch meets Hannibal Advent: The Wrath of the Lamb

Will

Just one more moment. Just one more before we have to go.

Will’s bargaining with God. Before he takes them over, he wants to memorise, to catalogue. Hoarding details, hoarding Hannibal. So much to treasure. Like the warmth of his breath against Will’s hair, heart beating rapidly beneath Will’s cheek, fingers clutching his shirt in a sweetly tentative embrace. Like blood, slick and sweet, and heat and them. Only them now. Will curls into him, clinging, possessive. Mine. No more denials or rejections. Just once he’ll take what was always his. Presses close, pushes forward.

Come with me, my love.

Hannibal

Curls black as night, skin pale as the moon, lips painted red with the Dragon’s blood. Feral beauty in eyes that burn across the fallen corpse. 

Hannibal’s imago, imprinted on his heart for eternity. 

All I ever wanted.

Fingers grasp his shoulder; a blissful smile draws him in. Wants to lick the blood from those lips and his heart thuds at the thought. The young Lion nuzzles into him, forehead pressed into his shoulder. Everything stops. Closes his eyes and surrenders. A final thought as Will pushes forward and gravity betrays them.

So be it, my darling. So be it.

Hannigram: Apéritif to The Wrath of the Lamb

Many, many thanks to all of you darling Fannibals who have liked/reblogged/commented on these drabbles since I started putting them out in April 2016. I’m a bit choked up that it’s over but I’ve enjoyed writing them so much. And a special thanks in particular to @pka42, @graham-muffin, @matildaparacosm, @jadegreenworks, @thesilverqueenlady, @thisismydesignhannibal, @wrathofthestag, @wraithsonwingsposts, @insanereddragon, @h4nnibalism, @imasaloneasyouare, @idonthaveyourappetite, @aviran007, @kellucydar, @tigsmulii, @azuresky2011, @victorineb. Your love and cheerleading has meant so much to me.

THANK YOU!!!!

Simplicity - Finn Bálor

A/N: Something short, simple, and to the point.


Originally posted by finnamonroll

“Have you ever envisioned a future?” You mumbled softly, feeling the fabric of the cotton t-shirt that stuck to his body. With one arm behind his head to support himself, his other was wrapped tightly around you, hugging you into his side. Your fingers danced along his stomach and torso while you had your head nestled against his chest; the only sound emerging to comfort you being the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “As in how, love?” His thick, Irish accent gave out, the warmth of his breath tickling your ear. You giggled quietly, casually breathing out a sigh.

“Y’know,” You mumbled. “One featuring us?” Finn knew what you meant; he just wanted to hear you say it out loud. Never had he once admitted it, but he envisioned a future with you all of the time. While he was at work, when he was off, anytime of the day, week, month, or year, he envisioned the both of you together. Forever

You wanted for his response, eager to hear what he had to say. “Oh, if only you knew.” Finn began with a laugh. If he laughed, his answer was sure to be a good one. “Every breath I take, every day that I see, and every moment that I spent with myself or with you, I’m always taking into consideration what a future would be like. And if I have to be honest with myself, there is no future if I don’t have you.” Finn smiled, twirling his index finger around a strand of your hair that laid across his chest.

You could feel your cheeks begin to radiate with that all too familiar color. Finn had that advantage over you. He could make you blush by just smiling a certain way. “I feel the same way.” You announced. “What’s the point in forever if you’re not in it?” You looked up at him. Finn rested his eyes on you, fully focused. “Exactly, love.” His oceanic blue eyes were gazing deeply into yours when you brought yourself over his body and rested yourself on top of him.

Yours and his lips connected for a brief moment, the lingering kiss leaving you both warm. As you pulled away to gaze down at the man beneath you, you couldn’t help but feel that this was simplicity. Loving Finn was simple, yet it was so extravagant that nobody could ever realize it. He was such a simple person, but extraordinary in so many ways. Yours and his relationship was simple, yet it held so much desire and passion that even the best love stories couldn’t get it straight.

“Would you agree if I said we’re simple? There’s simplicity in our relationship?” You couldn’t help but voice your thoughts. You could tell him everything. Finn bit down on his bottom lip slightly. “I agree with that, yes. Even though we may come off as a simple couple, there’s a lot of details nobody knows about.” He chuckled. “Like how I’m able to turn the tables and have you beneath me instead.”

Before you could react, Finn rolled the two of you over so he was on top. You busted out into a fit of giggles as he began peppering your face with random kisses. “You are so crazy!” You giggled uncontrollably underneath him.

I want you to press your body hard close to my chest. I desire to know you from your skin to your flesh.

I want you to burn my neck with the warmth of your breath. I desire to let you leave bumps from this body to my face.

I want you to drench me with every kiss you cast upon me. I desire to drown myself but only if it is on your lips.

I want you to do me things intense and abrupt, like you’ve been craving to consume me, like you’ve been dying just to bite me.

—  J.DG
Venus-Neptune contacts ♆♀

Venus conjunct Neptune, Venus sextile Neptune, Venus square Neptune, Venus trine Neptune, Venus opposite Neptune

Originally posted by yourdaniforever


When Venus makes contact to Neptune in the birth chart the individual dreams of turning love and love into a Disney story. There can be a redeeming glory about love, in all it’s fantasy and sweeping madness and peace. The spiritual elevation can also be profound, the individual may experience divine light through love, she can laugh like God, through the arms of another she comes home. Neptune is the higher octave of Venus. There is a shared symphony here. Aphrodite rises from Neptune waters in gracious magnificence. Social intuition is acute here, often the individual has a tremendous perception, she can read strangers like books, soothe the broken, and empathize with the disturbed. This also creates a conflict throughout life, considering her diluted boundaries, she radiates the crown of the redeemer, and so wounded people are drawn to her presence. In her hospitality, she heals and breathes warmth. But she can also draw malefic characters, those who manipulate her vulnerabilities and concern. The individual may fall into destructive relationship patterns, there can be such an exhuming spiritual ache for love that she holds onto false relationships, fooled and mistreated. Creative expression can be rich and exquisite with Venus-Neptune.

There is typically an entrancing factor involved in art, design, music, and especially dance. Pleasure is the ocean, sweet sounds, good wine, sweet cuisine, and enchanted love. Baz Luhrrman was born with Venus conjunct Neptune, and the film Moulin’ Rouge provides an extravagant, inspired and poetic Venus and Neptune symphony. She may search for a partner that exudes the Prince Charming ideal, a luminary who will protect her and safeguard her. The individual may also seek this sort of individual love with the spirit. A relationship with the spirit can emanate like true love, she can feel like a princess in the palace of heaven, a special lover of the divine. The individual actively expresses love in all it’s fantastical, wonderful, artistic, and delirious ideals. It involves the projection of lovers into heavenly states, and the experience of betrayal when this person reveals themselves as imperfectly human. There can be such a sparkling, glamorous array of seduction that billows from the individual like intoxicating smokescreens. Through touching another person, she is seeking a reunion with everything. The divine twinkles through the eyes of every friend and lover. Romance is the ultimate drug of life, the peak intoxicant, the beautifier. A lover becomes the hookah. Someone to fight against the resistance with, someone to hide with, someone to rest and rust with. She feels she is more beautiful and rich and godly in love.

-Cherry

Surprise...Part 11

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14)


The first movie you couldn’t recall.  The second movie you only half-paid attention to.  You were so focused on your boss sitting next to you, sipping wine and slowly chewing pieces of food that your goal to have a restful, relaxing pajama-movie-day was slowly demolished.

By the fact that he was sitting so close you could feel his body warmth.

“Wow,” he breathes as the second movie comes to a close.

You suddenly drew a deep breath and slowly nodded your head.

“Yeah,” you breathe along with him.  “Wow, indeed.”

“What did you think of that cinematography!?” he asks as he turns his excited eyes towards you.

For a split second, you had forgotten his profession, and your role in his life.

And you felt your stomach drop a bit.

“It was…” you trail off.

But when you slowly turned your head towards him, while his eyes were elated with playful excitement, his lips were curl into an almost grinch-like smirk.

And you found yourself silent yet again.

You watched as he slowly turned his body towards you, his leg hiking up on the couch as his knee slowly brushed the silky side of your upper thigh.

“Miss Y/N?” he asks.

“Yes, Mr. Thomas?” you answer.

You could feel your face reddening to the deep shade of red that was your “pajamas.”

“Penny for your thoughts,” he smiles.

He could see the hesitation rolling behind your eyes.

“How about this?” he asks as he leans forward ever so slightly, “You can ask me one question, and I will answer with whole-hearted honestly, if you allow me the same courtesy.”

Sounded easy enough.

And you knew exactly what you wanted to ask him.

“Why would you buy me something like this?” you ask as you begin to run the edge of your robe between your fingers.  “Don’t get me wrong, it’s absolutely beautiful…but I’m your employee.  Why get me something so…racy?”

Tom smiled broadly as he quirks his eyebrow in the air.

“Which question do you want answered?” he asks.

“Huh?” you breathed.

“You asked me two questions.  Which would you like answered?”

“Weren’t they the same?” you ask.

“Oh, no,” he lulls lowly.

Alright.  Fine.  If he wanted to play this coyly, then you would destroy his coy.

By asking him the blunter question.

“Neither,” you smirk as you lean forward lightly to match his powerful stance, “answer me this: I see the ways you look at me, even though you think I might not be watching.  Did you purchase this present for me in the hopes of it becoming the wrapping paper you would soon remove?”

You watched his stare falter lightly as you smiled inwardly at yourself.

Gotcha.

“Yes,” he answers honestly.

No hesitation.

No embarrassment.

Just…”yes.”

And then he watched you falter.

“I promised you an honest answer to any question, Miss Y/N.  And my answer to that question, is yes.”

He wanted to naked?

“My turn,” he says.

But you were too stunned to register anything until he spat out his question.

“Do you want to be my dominant…or submissive?” he asks.

You felt your jaw physically unhinge as your shocked mind slowly wafts back to reality.

“What makes you think I want to be either?” you breathe as you lean back into your original position.

“You promised me an honest answer,” he smirks, “and just as you see me…I, as well, see you.”

Your boss.

With his beautiful eyes and his tall stance and his strong jaw…his jaw-dropping smile and his cute laugh and his…

…wait, what!?

When in the hell did you start noticing how handsome your boss was!?

Tom was clearly gaining great pleasure in how you squirmed and fought inside of your mind.

And you did promise him an honest answer.

Your mind wafted back to your book.

Control…

You thought back to the very last story in your treasured book.

Trust…

Did you trust your boss?

Did you trust Thomas…?

Adventure…

Your soul craved it.  Something new.  Something exciting.  Something…shareable.

And even you were shocked when you parted your own lips and answered.

“I-I-I guess…your submissive,” you muse lightly.