your fingertips

Freddy turns his head left, and holds it there for a second.

Deciding it was so much fun last time, he teleports it to the right just so he can turn left again.

Cut to closeup.

Inspired by Freddy’s head choices, Daphne combines it all into one motion:

Right, left, and right once again. Glorious.

All this and more is at your fingertips in the all-new Fred ‘n’ Daphne’s Teleportationeck™ workout tape – available everywhere quality fictional VHS tapes are sold.

Tied Up - Park Jimin

Summary: You and Jimin aren’t exactly strangers to using rope in the bedroom, but you decide to switch it up a little bit. Just for fun.

Genre: Smut (sub/dom, fem!dom, ropebunny!Jimin, a tiny bit of babyboy!Jimin)

Length: 1.8k+

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Jokers Son Headcanons: Possession

Request: (anonymous) Can I request for the clown prince to get angry and then he and reader have makeup sex?

  • The clown prince acts very cocky but you are his one weakness, he always worries you will find a better man so he is very territorial and jealous. He inherits it from his father who was jealous out of entitlement vs his jealous out of insecurity.
  • He takes you out for drinks at the club and keeps his hand on your leg occasionally tracing his fingertips along your skin up your dress.
  • He makes sure to grab your chin and kiss you when he see’s men looking at you, letting them all know your his. 
  • You get fed up, feeling like you’re being shown off as a prize and move his hand off of you.
  • The clown prince can’t take men staring at you and not being able to touch you and show his dominance to them. He thinks you’ve pushed him away because you’re not interested. 
  • His infamous temper comes out of him and he lunges at an admirer across the room and begins to beat him senseless. 
  • You storm away furious, he notices you gone and with bloodies fists runs after you through the club. Unlike his father he realizes his mistakes.
  • You see a group of men eyeing you by the bar, you know it’s your chance to make him jealous and make him angry like you just were. But you turn around because you love him and say fuck it to everything else.
  • The men don’t want you going so easily and grab your arm. As you try and pull away you see your clown prince dive into the crowd of them and start tearing them apart like a wild animal. 
  • The clown prince smiles again after seeing you turn down the opportunity, becoming cocky all over again being reassured of your love.
  • While he’s strangling the life out of one of the men, the other get’s up ready for revenge but you pull out your own golden knife that your prince gifted you and slit his throat. 
  • The clown princes eyes and body tell two different stories. His body exhumes anger but his eyes have an innocence in them. He is the perfect conflict between the Joker’s viciousness and his own sensitivity.
  • Both of you look at each other, covered in blood and out of breath. You don’t need to say anything to each other, the clown prince’s eyes always do the talking for him. 
  • He picks you up and swings you over his shoulder, grabbing your ass and squeezing slightly as he makes his way to the back room of the club. The room has been here since the beginning, with a bed that Joker and Harley used to visit before they even had kids.
  • He throws you on the bed and you land on your back, putting your feet up to his belt and unbuckling with your toes.
  • He wastes no time and grabs your ankles and spreads your legs apart. He runs his hands up your thighs, leaving bloody fingerprints on your skin. 
  • He lifts your dress up and admires the tattoo on your abdomen that he gave to you. He thinks about the new tattoo he can give you were everyone can see it.
  • He traces it with his tongue as he slides your panties off, he doesn’t want to take his attention away from you so you struggle to get them off your legs yourself. 
  • He enjoys watching you squirm as he hovers over you and moves towards your face. He uses his thumb to wipe your red lipstick across your cheek. You use your finger to wipe some off yourself then spread on his lips.
  • You run your fingers through his green hair and pull the locks down so they’re hanging in front of his eyes.
  • He takes a moment to breath and forget his anger, reminding himself that he is the clown prince and he won’t let anyone take you from him. Admitting to himself that he might not ever let you leave him on your own.
  • You push his leather jacket off his shoulders and let his own gold chains around his neck drop down. He rips the front of your dress open and their cold touch on your breasts gives you goose bumps all over.
  • He refuses to let you be on top, wanting to feel in control and possessing the entire time.
  • When he’s first inside of you he holds still and stares deep in your eyes so you can feel him, he get’s excited just on the idea that he is in you and you’re not going anywhere.
  •  He takes your chin in his hand and kisses your lips. Telling you to remember who’s girl you are without saying a word. 
  • After each thrusts he stops so you both can feel each other, remembering how the fight started and letting all his insecurities wash away.
  • You put your hand on his chest and over his heart, feeling it beating and reminding him that he may be the clown prince but he is still human. He is more in touch with that side than his father.
  • You wrap your legs around his back and pull his head into your neck, letting him have control but loving to feel like you possess him too. Realizing you really are made for each other.
  • He cums inside of you, the idea of being a part of you and owning you making him finish.
  • You finishing on the idea of him loving you own you.
  • You can see the anxiety the blood is giving him, his bursts of anger always give him a high but after he begins to regret them.
  • You both go to the shower where you wash the blood off of each other and make love again.

I forgot how lush and electrified
it was with you. The shaggy
fragrant zaps continually passing
back and forth, my fingertip
to your clavicle, or your wrist
rubbing mine to share gardenia
oil. We so purred like dragonflies
we kept the mosquitoes away
and the conversation was heavy,
mother-lacerated childhood
and the sad way we’d both
been both ignored and touched
badly. Knowing that being
fierce and proud and out and
loud was just a bright new way
to be needy. Please listen to me, oh
what a buzz! you’re the only one
I can tell.
 Even with no secret,
I could come close to your ear
with my mouth and that was
ecstasy, too. We barely touched
each other, we didn’t have to
speak. The love we made leapt
to life like a cat in the space
between us (if there ever was
space between us), and looked
back at us through fog. Sure,
this was San Francisco, it was
often hard to see. But fog always
burned off, too, so we watched
this creature to see if it knew
what it was doing. It didn’t.

—Brenda Shaughnessy, “Gay Pride Weekend, S.F., 1992,” So Much Synth

Submitted by Anon 

“I’ve never been taught how to be a gentle lover. I’ve been told I’m like a finely carved weapon, made all the sharper by my cruel words. Do as you’re told and love me the way I want you too; all wild teeth, dragging nails and bloody lips. Your wrists pinned and my hand around your neck. I dare you to try and stop me. I dare you to stop me leaving bruises and bite marks along your body, my fingertips branded into your hips. This isn’t making love - this is making war. So, let me teach you the art of it.”

The Colours Of Love

Pink with passion
Red with love
A small sparkle in your fingertips
A lightening strike in your heart
The ever growing colours
Flowing with the wind
Yellow in heart
Gold in soul
Stumble through my darkness
Break my black hole
A speck of light
And you shine and shine through the cracks in me
Till our souls are intertwining
Bodies sliding
Pink with passion
Red with love

i still remember the way your skin felt against mine; soft but still rough. remember how my pale skin was the perfect contrast to your tanned one.
i remember the way you used to lightly trace my face with your fingertips, never applying to much pressure as if you were too scared of hurting me.
i remember how soft your hair felt and how it  annoyed you when i constantly ran my fingers through it, even if you had just styled it.
i remember your voice, still. it was deep and smooth, always calming me when i was feeling anxious or sad. it is, to this day, my favourite sound.
i remember the colour of your eyes and how it still resembles my favourite chocolate. remember, how i got lost in them the first time i ever spoke to you, and how it changed my outlook on brown eyes that i always found boring and not the least special.

i wonder for how much longer i will remember all these little things.
i wonder when skin will become just skin again,
when your touch will become just one of many i’ve felt in my life.
wonder, when the softness of your hair will be long forgotten,
when your voice will turn into just another sound,
and your brown eyes will resemble just another pair of boring, brown eyes.
i wonder if i’ll ever forget and if i do, just know that it was not on purpose. if i could keep remembering them accurately for the rest of my life, then i would.

—  e.s. // all the little things about you that i wish i could remember forever.
【TRANS】 EXO - Touch It (Lyrics by CHEN)

No words can replace you
They are unnecessary
It cannot be expressed
I don’t need anything else if I just have you
Yes if I only have you
Your dizzying silhouette
Even your shadow is beautiful
All of your small actions that
Make me go crazy
When you slightly sweep your hair up
That sexy gesture gesture baby
Your gesture gesture
I lost my way when I was caught
By my attraction to you gesture gesture baby
My gesture gesture
Ay and she goes like nanana
Ay all the girls go nanana
Oh yeah
You in front of me now is absolutely
Feeling good now
Feeling good now
Yeah I’m feeling good now
But in my mind boom how should I say it
What what in my head black out uh
My imagination is awakened
I draw hundreds of figures of you
Your small motions all seem like your voice
When you slightly sweep your hair up
That sexy gesture gesture baby
Your gesture gesture
I lost my way when I was caught
By my attraction to you gesture gesture baby
My gesture gesture
All my ladies say yeah nanana
Ay with one voice feel me nanana
All my ladies say yeah nanana
Yo yo sing it again nanana
Why do we need a reason
It doesn’t need to be great
Just one of your trivial gestures
Torments me
You shake me babe
Oh you got what I want
Ay ay I only need you
That’s all babe
Oh you got what I want
Ay Ay just stay by my side
We don’t want to regret
I can’t help myself
Even if I don’t pretend to stay calm and let it show
I keep falling for you without knowing it
Gradually without you knowing
Your eyes are facing me
Did you think I didn’t know yeah
Tell me if you want me
When you slightly sweep your hair up
That sexy gesture gesture baby
Your gesture gesture
I lost my way when I was caught
By my attraction to you gesture gesture baby
My gesture gesture
Sing it sing it baby nanana
Ay c'mon c'mon do it again nanana
Do it together with me
Your white fingertips
Oh as if you’re teasing me
And sometimes as if you’re indifferent
Your gesture gesture to me
Make me dizzy
Show me a little more
Oh as if I pass by you
Watch it baby
Maybe I’ll get closer to you
Watch it baby
My gesture gesture
Will stop you stop you
trans: andie @ fychen ϟ please take out with full credit!

Actual quotes from “The War”, EXO's album:

“Yeah, I want it, yeah, I need it.”
“You can tease me however you want.”
“Baby, a time just for us. What you do? Like this, ooh, I love you, ooh.”
“Baby we can go higher.”
“I want to lean into this night and wrap myself around you.”
“Come closer so I can feel more, I want to go even farther.”
“Let’s stay up all night.”
“I’ll cover you warmly with my whole body.”
“I’m thirsty, thirsty.”
“Yo, nice skirt, you push me up to the mound pitcher.”
“Put it to work.”
“Hit me and we’re going hard.”
“Something completely raw.”
“Let’s take this to the end, rock and roller.”
“A fire burning even deeper, not knowing how to stop, a burning heat all over my body, enduring through time.”
“I’m already back to you tied up.”
“I keep going deeper, like I’m addicted to you.”
“An adrenaline rush, pumping through my whole body. I don’t know what you do to me.”
“Up and down like a roller coaster.”
“I spread through you softly, like something familiar.”
“It goes down, down baby, leave your body to the rhythm. It goes down, down baby, let it go and scream.”
“Baby, are you down?”
“It’s our last night, a night just for us. Don’t be nervous and come to me, leave it all to me.”
“And my hands lose their way, baby, my hands, my hands.”
“In front of me now you’re feeling good now. Yeah, I’m feeling good now. (…) My mind blacks out.”
“I wake up my imagination and come up with hundreds of ideas of you.”
“With just one small move of your hands you can completely shake me up. Shake it, babe.”
“Your pale fingertips… Oh, like they’re trying to tempt me. Sometimes like they don’t care. Your gestures make me dizzy, show me more of you.”

I crave you.
I crave your fingertips dancing softly along my back, tracing circles as if you’re marking where to kiss me next.
I crave the softness of your lips landing on my neck and collarbone, with every kiss planting thoughts of the things you’ll do to me in my head.
I crave the pauses between our kisses, where an “I love you” isn’t said but is clearly known, the eye contact so strong that a person could tightrope along our gaze.
I crave the music in your voice and the art in your touch.
I crave you, endlessly.
Kiss your own fingertips, and hug your own curves. You are made of waves and honey and spicy pepper when it’s necessary. You ARE a goddess, I hope you haven’t forgotten.
—  Emery Allen
She’s Just Not That Into You » Part I (A Harry Styles Miniseries)

First and foremost, I need to dedicate this miniseries to @stylesunchained​. If it weren’t for B, this idea would’ve never come to fruition. It’s been so lovely to torture you with snippets of this story, and now it’s finally here! And yes, the whole damn thing is dedicated to you, my beautiful friend.

Secondly, I need to take the time to thank @cuddlemusclestyles​ for her knowledge of England and always answering my questions about it. I would be lost without you, for you are my own personal Google.

And, of course, thank you all for the interest you’ve expressed for this miniseries. It’s always that much more enjoyable to write when you know you’ve got people rooting for you. I hope I don’t disappoint you.

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The Cure

Bucky Barnes x Reader Drabble

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader,  Steve Rogers  |  Word Count: 1493

Warnings: Nothing but fluff. A drabble. This is what happens when I’m bored. Spotify is my nemesis. The Cure by Lady Gaga

You looked up from your book when the door opened.

Bucky, in all his combat gear stumbled into your shared suite within the Avengers compound, shedding guns, gloves, and grenades with such disregard for their explosive nature it had you leaping to your feet. The look on his face spoke plainly of just how hard the latest mission had been.

Going to him, you grabbed for the belt he was getting ready to chuck across the room, the one with at least three grenades, and gently laid it over the back of the sofa. He went still, just stood there, shaking, breathing, anger radiating off him in waves.

Lifting your hand, you laid it gently against his clenched jaw. You only had one question. “Is everyone alright?”

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Aisle Three

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 5,802

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two Aisle Three

Surprisingly, it was easy for you to lie yourself and to everyone around you. Flashing a smile anytime someone around you asked you how you were doing. The layers of concealer under your eyelids hiding more than the lack of sleep. You tried to keep yourself busying, burying yourself under piles of books and notes to occupy your mind with anything but Jungkook and how he wrinkled his nose when he smiled.

 In a very strange way you found solace in the amount of schoolwork that was piling up in the pages of your planner. Exams, research papers, and presentations were keeping you out of the house and inside the walls of the library. You were regretting your schedule for this semester, but with the MCAT looming you couldn’t afford to take any risks. Medical school was the light at the end of the tunnel, and not even a bunny toothed boy was enough to keep you distracted.

 Hoseok however, had a problem with the fact that you should probably start paying rent to the librarian. He missed you, constantly sending you reminders to eat and drink water during the hours you were studying. You had regretted the night you told him that you hadn’t eaten since 7 in the morning and 45 minutes later a freckled teenager came into the library with the largest bag of Chinese takeout you had ever seen. And your name was scribbled on the front.

Y/N 9:35 PM: Hobi, I appreciate the thought but can you please stop sending me food while I am in the library.

Hoseok 9: 47 PM: I’ll stop sending you food when you actually sleep in your bed, for once

Sighing, you throw your phone back down on the table. He had a point. You hadn’t slept underneath sheets in weeks. By the time you got home from school you were too tired to make it your bedroom. Every morning waking up regretting the fact that you had decided to buy the lumpiest couch known to man. You knew that this wouldn’t last. That eventually you wouldn’t be able to hide behind the excuses of academics to avoid having a life. You were going to burn out.

But two days later you found yourself in the same position.

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