#his arms are so touchable and his face so kissable!!

[spacepiratethirstclub]

Me, shortly after getting into H@rlock: Why isn't there more smut of the guys? Why do only the girls get the smut treatment? I should draw some of H@rlock to make up for it! Me, months later: *proceeds to draw loads upon loads of smut of his best friend instead because he's my f/o* Me: ... Well then.

[swordofpevensie]

Ten Words & Two Sentences (King Edmund The Just)

warnings: fluff. flirting. king edmund is complimented for the first time. y/n is a princette and reffered as they/them.

a/n: hi i just love edmund and think he deserves happiness. pls tell me what you think. english isn't my native language so if there's any mistake, feel free to correct me.♡ requests are open! .｡*♡

word count: 2627

“Edmund stop playing with your hair! It already looks good! Edmund, stop touching it!”

As he was looking at the mirror, Edmund heard Lucy's giggle. Queen Lucy had always enjoyed it when her sister scolded her brothers.

“What? I'm just-”

“Ed!”

When he heard his sister's truly angry voice, King Edmund stopped touching his hair. He knew that if he didn't listen to Queen Susan while using that tone, then he'd be in trouble.

Standing in front of the big mirror with gold and shining frame, King Edmund had been looking at himself for almost fifteen minutes. Today was a big day and he was excited. He was really excited.

Today was the day when Princette Y/N was going to visit Cair Paravel and Edmund had his eyes on them for a very long time. It wasn't official though. He just admired Y/N secretly and kept silent about his feelings. He never told it to his siblings, not even to Queen Lucy. He barely spoke to Y/N. He just liked them and thought that they were unattainable, cool, and brilliant.

It was the first time ever King had a crush on someone, and because he didn't tell anyone about it, he was actually very confused and didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to talk about his feelings with them? Or was he supposed to wait to see if Y/N liked him?

Y/N was a cheerful and talkative person. When they were in Cair Paravel, the place always felt brighter and merrier. When they were around, everyone had a smile on their face and laughter were heard in the castle all the time.

Besides that, they were also talented and would surprise Narnians with their new skills. Every time they visited the castle, they'd come with something new. The last time they were in the castle, they defeated High King in a archery competition. Queen Susan and two other Narnians were juries and all of them were surprised when Y/N was able to shoot the target while riding a horse.

King Edmund admired everything about them, however he never heard or saw anything from them which could imply they had feelings for the King. Maybe that was the reason why he never showed his emotions.

But he knew he had to do something before someone else wanted Princette. It wouldn't be unexpected if someone wanted to marry them soon.

All in all, King Edmund was very excited and was looking forward to see them. But he wanted to make sure he looked good when he finally saw them, which was the reason of the time he'd been spending in front of the mirror and driving Queen Susan crazy.

“Susan!” He said in a panicked voice. “Susan there is a pimple on my chin! How can I get rid of it?”

“Let me see.” Queen Susan said while walking to her brother. She cupped his face and examined it carefully. “Edmund, you are being dramatic. It is impossible to see it unless someone is looking at you that closely.”

‘But,’ King thought. ‘What if they want to kiss me but then see it and do not want to kiss me anymore?’

“I'm not being dramatic!” Edmund defended himself. “It is huge. How can I get rid of it before the ball starts?”

“You can't.” Queen Susan rolled her eyes. “Unless you use magic or something. It won't be seen. Calm down.”

Edmund looked at Lucy, hoping that maybe she'd have a solution but Lucy shrugged her shoulders.

Susan had a big and heart-warming smile on her face. She looked at her brother proudly and fixed his collar.

“You look handsome as always, brother.” She said while giving him his sword. “Here. Now you are perfect. Come on, we need to be in the ballroom immediately. We've spent so much time already! I hope Peter didn't break the chandelier again.”

Susan put her hand to Edmund's arm and they left the room arm to arm, Lucy was following them.

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When they arrived at the ball hall, the first dancing had already begun. Susan left King alone to find Peter and ask him if everything was alright.

Edmund now was all alone, standing in the middle of the room. His eyes were searching for something and he had to look at so many different faces until he found his favourite one.

There they were. All the beauty in Narnia was now trapped in their existence. Either Y/N was literally shining and glowing or Edmund was just love drunk. He knew just one thing and it was the fact that Y/N was the most lovely person he had ever seen and there was nothing he wouldn't do to belong to them.

While just standing there and looking at them in silence, Edmund was finally noticed by Y/N. They smiled as soon as their and Edmund's eyes met.

Oh, that smile and the things it did to King. As they were getting closer to him, his heart beat faster and faster. He was also getting nervous. What he was going to say? What was he supposed to do? Where should he put his hands? How should he greet them? He wished he'd asked those questions to Susan before coming here.

“Your Highness,” They said as they bowed.

Edmund responded with a smile and gently said “Princette Y/N,” while greeting them. “Just Edmund, please.”

He didn't want them to have those formal addresses. He wanted to be their friend, and if he was lucky enough, more than a friend.

“How are you doing, Edmund?” Y/N asked with a soft voice.

“Better now,” King said, smiling wittily and hoping they'd notice what he meant. “What about you?”

“Pretty good.” Their little smile caused their dimple to show up in their cheek.

While standing in silence for a few seconds, Y/N stared at him. It was a short time but they could see how much Edmund had changed since their last contact. He became taller, his hair grew, his shoulders were broader and he had a pimple, which wasn't there before, on his chin now. Also, that unexplainable darkness that was one of his unique characteristics was still there but, thankfully, his beautiful silver crown shone strong enough to make the darkness disappear.

“You look beautiful, my King,” Y/N said. “Did you change your hairstyle?”

With each word they said and Edmund heard, he felt like he was being stabbed by a sword just being made and was still hot. There was a terrible pain in his stomach, burning and aching. He thought if he touched there now, his hand would burn. However, the pain and the ache turned into some of kind excitement in a few seconds. This wave of excitement climbed up to his windpipe and burnt his throat. He wanted to say something but that feeling didn't let him speak.

Apart from his siblings, Edmund had never been complimented. He always felt like no one cared the way he looked, what he wore, what he did to his hair. Therefore, he felt invisible frequently. All of his siblings received compliments somehow, sometime, somewhere but he was like a ghost people couldn't see.

Susan would always tell him that he was handsome and charming, Lucy would praise his wisdom and knowledge, Peter would proudly smile at him and say that he was proud of him, he'd improved so much.

But King secretly wanted a stranger to see him, notice the change in him, and compliment him, or at least say something. However, for an unknown reason, people never did that.

Therefore when he was praised by Y/N, Edmund was left speechless. First of all, it was them caring and complimenting him. Secondly, they complimented him in a very natural way. It wasn't a forced statement, it was natural and sincere. Thirdly and lastly, in this entire ballroom, the only person King actually cared was them.

The longer he kept quiet, the more this wave spread around his body. Now it was on his cheeks, he felt his skin was becoming hot. Oh no, was he really blushing?

He knew he had to say something because the situation was getting weirder.

“Thank you,” was what he managed to say. “Honestly, thank you so much.” He could add. “In fact, I messed it. My sister Susan was mad at me.”

Y/N laughed. “It doesn't look messy if you ask me, my King.”

“Please call me Edmund,” He said. “I am not a big admirer of those titles.”

“I'm sorry, it's just from force of habit.”

Edmund saw they were playing with their fingers. Were they... Could they be nervous too?

He knew he had to make a move this time. They complimented him, now it was his turn to do something and try to charm them.

“Would you... Would you like to dance, Y/N?”

Upon hearing the question, they smiled. Their lips curved so beautifully that Edmund almost kissed them. The dimple on their cheek was also so kissable and touchable. Edmund thought he could touch with it for hours, without being bored.

“Of course.” They replied.

After getting approval, Edmund put his left hand to their waist, used the right one to take their hand into his. He pulled their body closer; now their chests were so close. Edmund felt afraid because his heartbeats would probably be felt when their chest touched his.

“Do you have any surprises for us?” Edmund asked.

“I learnt how to dance.”

Then it hit him. Was that the reason why she never danced with anyone? Edmund had never asked them to dance before, but he was now glad he didn't because being rejected would probably kill him. However, his patience and also shyness was being awarded with being the first man ever to dance with Y/N. Such a big honour it was. Edmund couldn't stop himself from smiling.

“Why did you learn?”

“To be able to dance with a certain someone.”

Y/N knew they were playing with fire but didn't care because they needed something, some sort of sign from Edmund to see if High King was right about what they said earlier.

Y/N was able to kill a soldier with a scissor, shoot the target while riding a horse, take care of their five siblings at the same time, paint the biggest wall in their kingdom's castle, play piano, beat their big brother in arm wrestling but the hardest thing they ever did was having a crush on King Edmund.

He was silent. To find him in a room, one had to look very carefully and to every corner. It was impossible to contact him unless he wanted to be found or talked to. He was like a sad and melancholic ghost that appeared from time to time when he felt like showing up. He was so silent that sometimes it felt like he was invisible.

Y/N always tried to find him though. Yet his extraordinary effort to avoid everyone and be on his own made it almost impossible. Most of the time he would be in the library and never visit the ballroom. Despite generally being an outgoing person, Y/N still wasn't brave enough to follow him to the library. Because firstly, he had never given any indications, so especially trying to be with him in the same room would be very awkward.

When they arrived at Cair Paravel this noon, King wasn't there as usual. But High King was there to welcome them and say they needed to talk.

Peter absolutely knew Edmund would kill him when he heard what he did but didn't care. He was sick of these two not being together because of their silence and shyness. However, he was still thoughtful enough to not say everything about his brother and his feelings. He just said Edmund was interested in some that Y/N knew very closely. And then he smiled, and winked. He wasn't sure, maybe he couldn't be subtle as he had planned.

But the important thing was that his words gave Y/N courage. Maybe High King was right and Edmund had feelings for them. It was still a mystery, yet now very close to be solved.

“That certain someone must be really lucky,” When they heard Edmund's voice, they could come back to reality. “Lucky enough to capture your attention.”

“I think I am the lucky one.” Y/N replied, looking at his beautiful brown eyes.

“Why?” Edmund looked at his shoes not to step on their feet. He was distracted.

“He is a special person. I think I am lucky enough to give my heart to him.”

Edmund softly smiled. His brown eyes looked like a hot cup of coffee, welcoming and warming.

“Do I know him? You know, for matchmaking purposes.”

“You'll immediately recognize him when you hear about him.”

“I'm listening, then.” While speaking, to catch up with the dance, Edmund held their hand as they twirled.

They were now again chest to chest. All King could see, feel, hear was them. No one else, nothing else. Just them. And it felt good. It was as if they were in their own little universe and there was nobody to disturb them.

“He is a good-looking man with a charming smile. It's a shame that he doesn't smile frequently. He also doesn't speak frequently. He is silent most of the time. He doesn't speak when the words are unnecessary. He has this sort of melancholy, which is something unique to him. But I find it beautiful. And, let me add before I forget, he is the King of Narnia and is called the Just.”

Honestly, it was really hard to keep dancing according to the music when your crush just confessed their feelings to you.

Edmund froze. Literally. His whole world stopped turning. It was unexpected. He had thought it was impossible and couldn't believe it now. How on the earth could they have feelings for him? They... And he. They were the joy and Edmund was... He was the melancholy just like Y/N stated.

“I...” Edmund finally managed to speak. “I wasn't expecting that.”

Y/N smiled. “One of us had to do something.”

“Did you... Did you know?” Edmund frowned. “Let me guess, was it Susan? No, Susan wouldn't do it behind my back. Was it Peter?”

“Yes, it was High King.” They laughed while answering. “But he encouraged me and I believe it's a good thing, isn't it?”

With that question, Edmund realized he didn't say anything about his feelings or respond to their confession.

“It is.” He said. “I... I don't know how to express the way I feel about you. First of all, thank you for your generous words.”

They weren't dancing anymore. They were just standing in each other's arm. They forgot about the ball, people, music, dance and anything else. They just focused on each other and it was enough.

“I like you so much. Actually, it is more than liking. I can say that I love you. Strongly and sincerely. You are like a dream and it is hard to believe-”

Edmund was interrupted when the music stopped and everyone began clapping. It was loud and cheerful.

“Would you like to go outside? Maybe to the garden?” Y/N asked.

“You read my mind.”

They left the room, holding hands.

Finally, in the garden, King had the chance to talk about how he felt about them. How it burned, how it hurt, how it made him feel good, how excited he was when they visited the castle, how his heart beat faster when they were around.

With a lot of kisses, by the way. Thankfully, Y/N was kind enough to not mind the pimple on his chin.

[yelenayena]

Chemistry

Pairing: Pieck Finger x fem!reader

Genre: Romance

Warning: None (YAY✨), modern AU

Fun fact: Nanaba is an ex-girlfriend of Miche

Summary: You have an affair with Pieck, while she has an on-off relationship with Porco. You feel so jealous when she came to Colt’s party with him. Even so, you can't let them ruin your mood, and Thank God It's Friday, everything is possible when you are at the party on Friday night 🌚 ✨

A/N: I am a PokkoPiku shipper, but I also like her as a lesbian, but I don't like PikuLena ship bc Yelena is ours 😔 so that's why I made this story, I hope you like it 💜✨ I’m sorry if my writing is bad, still learning to write a story in English

Pieck looked at the picture that you sent on iMessage. She closed the app when Porco got behind the wheel. He turned his head and winked at Pieck who sat next to him on the passenger seat. He turned the engine on and he drove to Colt’s place.

“Let’s go, beauty,” said Porco, he opened the door for Pieck as they arrived at Colt’s place. “We're gonna have fun tonight,” he continued.

Pieck didn't reply but gave him a little smile. They both come inside, the house already crowded with people who joined the party. Porco held Pieck’s hand, he brought Pieck to their friends and joined them.

You saw them just come in, and your heart was pounding immediately. You felt jealous in your heart as you saw her in his arms and smiled at him. You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore that shitty couple. You smiled when you heard Connie’s silly stories, but deep inside your head, you can't get rid of Pieck’s face in your mind. You thought she wouldn't come with Porco, but maybe she had been together with him again. You felt sick of their on-off relationship.

You and Pieck were just friends. You have known her since the first year in college, as you both entered the same club in the university, Archery Club. She already had an on-off relationship with Porco at that time, but she knew you like girls, and she wanted to test her sexual orientation. So she often texted and called you whenever she needed someone to talk to until you both found chemistry. Sometimes you wish she would end her relationship with Porco and start dating you, but every time you think you're gonna get her, she‘s back to him instead.

You wish you could hate her, but you like her so much, Pieck is the woman you've always dreamed of. She’s beautiful, warm, and kind, and she has a very beautiful smile. The moments when you spent with her are the magical ones. You are just her secret affair, but you can't ignore her every time she needs you.

You let out a long sigh. Tonight is Colt’s party, you think that you should've had fun. Don't let your negative thoughts affect your mood here. You saw everyone you know has come to this party.

Everybody seems so fabulous, and they look so happy dancing or chit-chatting with their partner. It was so pitiful you just drink alone, even Oluo is dancing with Petra now. And, ugh! You just saw Pieck kissing Porco, you glanced away quickly and searched for something entertaining like watching Sasha’s silly dance with Niccolo. You gulped your beer and chuckled watching them.

“They're a hilarious couple, but they seemed to have each other. I mean, the girl likes to eat, the boy likes to cook. What's better than that? They really match as a couple.”

Someone talked to you. You turned your head, there's a small and tall blonde smiling at you. Your eyes narrowed, trying to see if you recognize the figure standing in front of you.

“They're one of my fave couples in this world,” you replied, ignoring the fact that you don't know her. It's a party, after all, you can talk to anybody if you want, even to strangers.

She smiled, “oh, I'm Nanaba by the way.”

“I’m-” before you can finish your words, she interrupted you.

“I know you, you're Y/N.”

You stared at her in confusion, “how did you-”

“Hange. We're both friends. Before I came here, she knew that I was keeping an eye on you, so she challenged me if I dared to greet you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, don't worry, being alone sucks. I was like a kitten who got lost in this crowd.”

“Not true, you looked so cute when you were alone.”

You smiled when you heard her teased you. “So, how did you know Hange?”

And your conversation continued with her story about how she can be friends with Hange, Levi, and Miche. She’s a fourth-year student, just like Levi, Hange, and Miche, in the Culinary Science program, in a different university as you, but she's a friend of Hange and friends and a senior of Eren and friends in high school.

You think that she's cool, she looks calm, but when she talks, you know that she’s pretty funny and has a good personality. She has an average build for her height, maybe around five feet seven inches. She had blue eyes and short blonde hair, which was parted slightly to the right with short bangs and an undercut. Her appearance was very good. She looks like an androgynous supermodel.

She touched your arm to protect you from the others who went crazy and wild while they were dancing around you. At that moment, you and she looked at each other. She gave you a beautiful smile, you feel better now when she's around you. And it makes you feel that you want to know more about her.

“Do you know her? I think she keeps glancing this way,” said Nanaba while you both laughed after she told you about the silly story of Miche in high school.

“Who?” you asked.

“That girl over there, the one who wore a yellow blouse and was embraced by her boyfriend. Her face looked jealous. Eww, She has a boyfriend, but she keeps glancing at others, I feel sorry for her boyfriend,” she explained.

You know who it is, what she meant was Pieck. Pieck was indeed staring at you, but when you glanced at her, she glanced away immediately. “Just ignore her,” you said.

Nanaba looked nonchalant then she continued her hilarious stories about her and her friends. You both acted like you were old friends. She can make you forget your sadness. You two look like you enjoyed having the time together at the party.

The longer you talked, the closer she got to you until her arms touched yours. You guys were so captivated by this magical moment that you didn't even realize her bodies were closing in. You reached your consciousness when someone grabbed your hand.

It was Pieck who held your hand. “We need to talk, ” she said.

“For what?” you asked.

“Please, I'm begging you,” she pleaded.

“But-”

“It’s okay,” said Nanaba. “Go ahead and talk to her.”

You sighed then followed Pieck from behind. You turned your head back and looked at Nanaba. You moved your lips to give her a sign to wait for you there. She nodded and smiled at you.

Pieck brought you to the powder room. She placed your body on the sink and kissed your lips. “C’mon, ” she said when she stopped. She looked at you, “touch me like the way you used to,” she said before she continued to kiss you.

She always knows how to turn you on. This is how she got you wrapped around her, but you also enjoyed it and she tasted so good. You pulled her body and placed her on the sink. You kissed her back. She looked satisfied and replied to every move you made for her. When you kissed her neck, she writhed and gasped.

You continued to run your hand through Pieck’s hair while kissing her upper body. All the memories about you and her hit your head. When she gave you a beautiful smile on the first night you spent with her.

Your hand on her back now, hiding under her blouse to touch her soft skin. Your memories showed her figure when she always said your name when she let you touch her more deeply.

You know how to make her satisfied. You know her sensitive spot on her body. She once told you that she likes the way you touched her, something that she can’t get in her boyfriend. Of course, you're a girl, she's a girl. Who can understand better about girls? Obviously, girls themselves. Just like Katy Perry says in ‘I Kiss a Girl’, “Us girls, we are so magical. Soft skin, red lips, so kissable. Hard to resist, so touchable, too good to deny it.”

Besides, sometimes guys are too focused on how to make themselves satisfied rather than make their girls satisfied. And even some guys see girls as a tool to satisfy their appetites. That's why Pieck can't let you go.

You stop kissing her, “but I'm not your toy anymore.” Then you pulled her body and left her there alone in the powder room.

It is a hard decision, you still like her, but you've done being her toy. You'd tired waiting for her, whereas she always lets her boyfriend touch her like the way you used to. Now, it's time to cut her ties and open a new chapter. Plus, you found new chemistry in someone else.

If you read a manga of AOT comedy spin-off, Attack on Titan: Junior High by Saki Nakagawa (they an Isayama’s junior in college), the author made Nanaba seem to have a crush on Miche ambiguously. And many fans pair her with Miche, I like MikeNana ship as well, but just like Pieck, I also like her as a lesbian👩‍❤️‍👩💜

By the way, this story inspired by Hayley Kiyoko - Curious MV ✨

[kasey-writes-stuff]

I didn’t realize this one has no real twording either just mentions of it but I hope you all enjoy it anyways!

It was midnight, and what better to do at midnight then be outside dancing to music with your boyfriend Punz...

You smiled at him happily the porch lights and the moon providing just enough light to where you could properly make out his facial features. You softly grazed your finger around his jawline and near his neck causing for him to shiver and giggle softly as his hands slowly drifted down to your waist gently tapping it to the beat of the music...You also giggled softly at the action feeling happier than ever just getting to be in the arms of the person you loved the most... Irresistible by one direction came on shuffle and your smile widened as the song played you realizing you finally had a person to think about when listening to this song... Punz smiled at you curiously

“What?” You sighed happily “it’s nothing I was just thinking about how I used to listen to this song and I didn’t have anyone to think about when listening to it but now I do” he blushed softly as he gently cupped your face with one hand as his other softly grabbed your hand, he gently dragged his fingers up to your finger tips touching them softly before slotting his fingers inbetween yours and then gently bringing your hand to his lips kissing it softly “Awe baby shut up you’re gonna make me start blushing and all that crap” he light heartedly said

You rolled your eyes softly “Hate to break it to you but you’re already blushing dear” He lightly groaned as he hid his face in your neck softly swaying your bodies to the music “you’re so mean sometimes” you giggled softly “oho I’m mean? Mr try and Tword me while I’m talking to sap on discord, now that is mean” he giggled softly as he gently lifted his head “but it was fun though and you have to admit you enjoyed it at least a little bit” it was now your turn to blush, you gently turned your head away “shut up nerd” he smirked a bit and pulled your face back towards him “make me”

You gasped softly and gently connected your lips, he smiled into the kiss as did you... his hands gently cupping your face as yours rested gently on his sides, you both swayed happily kissing for a few more seconds before breaking apart... he softly began singing the last few lyrics of the song to you... “It’s in your lips.. and in your kiss.. it’s in your touch.. and in your finger tips.. and it’s in all the things and other things that make you who you are..and your eyes irresistible... it makes your lips so kissable..and your kiss unmissable.. your finger tips so touchable.. and your eyes your eyes your eyes your eyes irresistible”

Gentle tears slipped down your face you being overwhelmed with so much love for punz... he gently wiped them away and suddenly an idea struck you “hold on I’ll be right back” you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before running into the kitchen in search of something... you quickly found it and ran back out hiding it behind your back... “close your eyes” he titled his head “uh why?” You rolled your eyes lightly “because I said to okay?” He nodded softly and did as you asked... you quickly unwrapped the ring pop and got down on one knee “okay open them” he opened his eyes and couldn’t help but laugh softly “what are you doing babe” you couldn’t help but be a bit sarcastic “What’s it look like I’m doing trying to feed the grass a ring pop?! No I’m proposing to you dummy! Now punz will you marry me?” He smiled and laughed once more as he should his head and said “of course I will idiot”

You jumped up and into his arms excitedly, he caught you with ease and smiled as you placed the ring pop on his finger.. he then being punz of course had to know what flavor it was “you know strawberry isn’t really the best flavor but I’ll take it” he laughs as you lightly slap his chest “oh shut up that’s all we had” you both smile happily and head inside anxiously waiting for morning to come so you could tell all your friends...

The end

[baroquebucky]

i could die of cuteness with peter parker and “i find your lips so kissable and your kiss unmissable, your fingertips so touchable and your eyes irresistible”

a/n: I had this whole thing written and it got deleted I-

Peter was out patrolling for the night, so you were in your room wearing a baggy t shirt and watching a Star Wars movie, on the verge of falling asleep. 

Tap, tap.

Your ears perked up at the sound, jumping a bit but quickly realizing it was probably peter, you checked your phone and furrowed you’re brows when you didn’t have any notifications from him. Slowly you got up and peeked through your blinds, being met face to face with Queens very own. You smiled and quickly opened your window, letting him tumble in and quickly take off his mask.

His cheeks were flushed and a smile on his face, “what are you doing here i thought you were patrolling all night?” You questioned, hugging him tightly, he quikcly returned the favor, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his forehead on your own.

“it’s gonna start raining so i figures i’d crash here until it passes” he mumbled, opening his eyes and meeting your own, pulling away a little and staring at your lips for a moment.

“I don’t hear any rain peter” you smiled and he blushed a little, “it’s gonna start soon!” He defended and you shook your head, moving to give him some room to change. You sat on the edge of your bed as he took off his suit, folding it and placing it by the window he came in though.

Soon enough you heard the pitter patter of raindrops on your window followed by thunder, causing peter to look at you with a satisfied smirk on his face. “don’t even say it parker, or I’ll kick you out” you grumbled, making his face soften and a small giggle to leave his lips.

He took off his shirt and jeans, leaving on only his boxers and crawled onto your bed, making himself comfortable before patting the spot besides him. After a couple seconds you joined him in your bed, his hands immediately going under your t shirt and resting on your side, his thumb drawing circles on your skin. The two of you spoke about your day, his eyes never once leaving your lips causing your face to heat up and your ears to burn.

“why do you keep staring at my lips?” you questioned, your eyes looking into his nervously, chewing on your bottom lip to hide your smile.

“they’re just so kissable” he whispered, leaning in slowly to place his lips on yours. It was a soft kiss, the ones where the two of you smile into it and burst into a fit of giggles. You both pulled away a smile on both of your faces.

You placed one of your arms under your head and the other on his chest, ghosting your fingertips of his collarbone and chest, drawing random shapes. He hummed as his eyes fluttered shirt at the feeling.

“your fingers tips are so touchable baby” he mumbled, half asleep already. You let out a soft laugh, making his eyes open and stare at you with a confused smile.

“what is that even supposed to mean?” You asked, an innocent grin on your face, he scrunched his face up in thought before responding, “you know, i have no idea, just thought it sounded nice.”

You looked into his eyes, the brown mixing with small flecks of gold that you could and most definitely would get lost in. Smiling as the two of you snuggled closer, never once breaking eye contact, not it was his turn to blush.

“what is there something on my face?” He questioned, squirming a bit ad you only shook your head. “your eyes are irresistible angel” you mumbled, smiling as you spoke and quickly pressing a kiss to his lips, making him blush and stutter.

You would giggle, not helping his cause and he’d just dive right back in and kiss you once more. You let out a sign after pulling apart and buried your face in his neck, closing your eyes and slowly drifting off to the sound of the rain. Peter would close his eyes, holding you tightly and doze off to the rhythmic thumping of your heart.

[pahtterson]

"hey," she says when he approaches, surprise and concern wrapped in the sound when he wordlessly buries his face into the crook of her neck instead of any usual greeting. "what's up?" she raises her hand to brush her fingers through his hair, pressing her cheek gently against the side of his head as she pulls him closer. "you okay?"

UNPROMPTED ASKS:    always accepting.    /      @mohlinas

      luke has never considered himself a jealous person .          he  already  had  a  rather  well  -  rooted  sense  of  self  for  a  teenage  boy  before  his  death,    and  all  the  extra  time  that  came  with  being  a  ghost  only  helped  to  cement  that  further.      he  can  still  play  with  the  best  of  them,    he  can  still  write  from  his   non  -  beating  heart,    and  even  though  he  can’t  be  seen  by  everyday  people  anymore    —    he  can  be  seen  with  julie    (  who’s  been  touchable  and  huggable  and  kissable  for  some  time  now  ).        and  with  all  of  that  on  top  of  his   unfairly   good  looks,    what  is  there  for  him  to  be  jealous  of  ?        well,    even  though  their  interesting  little  relationship  has  blossomed  into  something  slightly  less  clandestine,    luke  still  can’t  be  with  julie  fully.     he  has  no  choice  but  to  settle  for  moments  like  these  in  the  studio,    tucked  away  from  the  rest  of  the  world  so  she  doesn’t  look  batty  for  cuddling  up  to  thin  air.       and  while  she’s  made  it  clear  multiple  times  that  she  has  only  has  eyes  for  him,    the  fact  that  nick  or  cal  or  whoever  still  drives  her  home  on  occasion  makes  him  do  something  that  goes  against  almost  everything  he  is   :   WISH  HE  WAS  SOMEONE  ELSE,        someone  who  could  walk  down  the  street  with  her  or  talk  to  her  at  school  without  the  old  cellphone  trick.     

    ❛    —   mmhnothing,   ❜         he  says  has  he  finally  draws  her  in.       luke  kills  two  birds  with  one  stone  by  snuggling  downwards  into  julie’s  chest;    from  there,    he  can  listen  to  her  heartbeat   and   obscure  the  envy  on  his  face.      nevermind  that  he’s  been  waiting  at  the  door  like  a   dog   all  day  anticipating  her  return.       technically,    he’s  not    OKAY    like  she  asks,    but  he’s  not    not  okay  enough    to  warrant  her  worrying  about  him.       

    julie  already  seems  to  have  an  inkling,    though     (   she  always  does,    like  their  connection  of  the  mind  goes  beyond  lyrics  or  something.   ),      and  she  breezes  through  his  dramatics  like  a  pro.     it’s  hard  for  him  to  remain  so  grumpy  when  her  fingers  start  to  card  through  his  hair    (   if  he  had  a  tail,    it’d  definitely  be  wagging.   ),   but  he  manages  somewhat.      luke  doesn’t  have  to  look  at  her  face  to  know  that  she’s  got  a  sweet  smile  on.     her  cheek  is  warm  against  the  nothingness  of  his  head,    a  reminder  that  he’s  dead  because  it  makes  him  feel  alive.     but  she’s  definitely  blushing,    with  means  her  eyes  are  no  doubt  fluttered  shut.        when  luke  thinks  about  kissing  the  basin  below  julie’s  eyes,    it  ignites  a  want  in  him  so  strong  that  he  wraps  his  arms  around  her  even  tighter.      when  she  gives  a  small  squeak,    amused,    he  squishes  his  cheek  further  against  her.      

    ❛   ‘s  just  missed  you,   is  all,   ❜         as  if  his  near  heimlich  hug  isn’t  enough  of  an  indication.       luke  isn’t  muttering  because  he’s  trying  to  obscure  his  words,    his  feelings,   but  because  he  doesn’t  want  to  leave  the  comfort  of  her  chest.       if  he  were  a  dog,    this  would  be  the  equivalent  of  napping  in  the  rays  of  sunshine  pouring  through  a  window.         ❛   so  you  shouldn’t  go  anywhere  else  today.         or  until  you  gotta  go  back  to  school  tomorrow.   ❜  

[saint-of-los-angeles]

Say You Won't Let Go

My first request (sort of). Requested by @fan-with-issues (sort of).

Prompt: please, please hold my hand, and make me whole

Pairing: Tommy Lee/ Nikki Sixx (dont like, dont read)

Disclaimer: title is a song that happened to come on while writing this that gave me serious terrorcest vibes that I need myself or someone else to expand on. Anyway I dont own the song, James Arthur does. Also this didnt happen Blah blah blah.

They don't make any sense.

Not to anyone but themselves, that is. Nikki doesn't think anyone could ever understand the life that Tommy had breathed into what Nikki previously considered his living corpse. There was no life in him before Tommy came waltzing into that diner, smile blinding every person he passed. He looked like an angel, something otherworldly that Nikki didn't even deserve to look at, not really. Not when the dark aura around him seemed to seep into other people and infect them with his overwhelming loneliness.

Fake smiles, fake friendships, fake happiness. Nothing was real before Tommy.

Nikki tried, oh god did he try. He tried to find happiness in his music, find an outlet other than the chain smoking and whiskey chugging.

It was all fine, but something was always missing.

His friendship with the drummer had grown so quickly. Tommy bouncing on top of him, shaking him awake at 5 am because he had thought of a new beat for a song that would be so cool, drumming out the rhythm with his palms on their wooden floor to show Nikki, because Nikki was too tired to get up and go to the other room where Tommy's drum set sat. He was just so happy, so excitable all the time. Nikki could never picture himself with someone like that, but fuck, Tommy just made him see life in a new way.

He noticed those who knew him giving him confused looks whenever he snuck his arm around Tommy's shoulders, it was almost like they could see his demeanor change in Tommy's presence.

The warmth seeped into Nikki's arm and comforted him, and there was nothing like the beaming smile that Tommy would send up at him, every ounce of joy reflected in his eyes as he would press a kiss to Nikki's cheek.

This friendship was everything to Nikki, but he wanted more. 

Something that he didn't think that Tommy could ever want. He was too dark for Tommy's light.

The frustration grew inside of Nikki, consuming him with rage, because Jesus fucking Christ no one should have hair that touchable, lips that kissable when you can't even fucking do anything about it. His nerves made his fingers twitch in effort to keep from touching Tommy 100% of the time and it was starting to wear the bassist down.

Unfortunately for Vince, he was the innocent victim of Nikki's anger. Some unfortunate words were tossed around, as well as some breakable household objects, and Nikki was storming out the door, trying his best to pretend not to hear Tommy's cries of protest in the background.

If he listened to Tommy's heartbroken voice, he'd turn around, and he couldnt fucking do that right now.

Nikki knew he was brooding, Vince was just the poor bastard that happened to be in Nikki's path when he finally exploded.

He was fucking in love, something he swore he'd never be, and it was with his male bandmate. That was a fucked up situation,  so Nikki felt he deserved to let out some of that pain.

Sorry Vince, glad you at least know how to duck in time. That lamp probably would have knocked you out, and that would just give Nikki one more reason to feel guilty as hell.

Nikki wasn't sure how long he had walked, but it was almost morning now and he had to go home eventually. Sleeping in the streets wasn't an option tonight, and Vince was most likely asleep so he could avoid that shitshow of an apology he needed to make. 

Rounding the corner headed towards his bed and the room he shared with his drummer, he stopped in his tracks when he noticed a familiar mop of wavy brown hair curled up by the steps leading up to their apartment.

Tommy's eyes were fixed on the concrete below him, a cigarette dangling from his long fingers that the drummer seemed to have no interest in at the moment.

Nikki approached him with a frown, the drummer looked sad, and Nikki couldn't have that, so he plopped next to Tommy, shoulders barely brushing together as the drummer looked up at him with a hurt, but relieved expression on his face.

Tommy was taking a pull off of his cigarette then, scooting a little closer as he held the cigarette to Nikki's lips, who gratefully took a puff.

"Didn't know if you were coming home."

Nikki felt like an ass, he never meant to upset the drummer, his favorite kid in this world. He slung his arm over Tommy's shoulders- he knew Tommy loved that- and pressed his forehead against the younger man's temple in a moment of weakness.

"I'll always come home."

It was true. Home was where Tommy was, and if the drummer wanted him there, Nikki would always be there. 

"I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't."

Nikki didn't know how to reply to that. Tommy's voice sounded honest, but also scared. Like he was hiding something, just like Nikki was. But that thought seemed impossible, too good to be true. People like Tommy didn't fall for people like Nikki.

Nikki willed his mouth to open, to respond to Tommy in some way, but he just couldn't. The muscles in his mouth couldn't form words in that moment, because Tommy was talking again, and he wasn't prepared for any of this.

"I'm pretty sure you're the most important person in my life Nikki, please don't walk out on me like that, not ever again. Take me with you next time."

There were tears in Tommy's eyes and fuck, were those tears in Nikki's too? Nikki didn't know but wow, this kid could get him emotional like no one else. Then Nikki was pressing his forehead harder into Tommy's temple before whispering back:

"I'll take you wherever you want to go, T."

That was a promise Nikki could hold, if the drummer wanted to be by his side, Nikki would never leave.

"Fuck Nikki, I just wanna be with you.. I was so scared you werent gonna come back. I just…"

Tommy's voice was starting to crack, and Nikki's heart was breaking.

“I know I sound so fucking pathetic but… I feel fucking lost without you, incomplete.. please, please hold my hand, and make me whole.”

Fucking Tommy and his fucking words. Nikki could never put his feelings into words the way Tommy could, and no one else could cause his eyes to sting this fucking bad, but he can take the hand Tommy had held out  for him, bring it to his lips for a gentle kiss on the knuckles, before gripping the drummer's shirt with his free hand for a much less gentle kiss on the lips.

The fingers laced between Tommy's remained there as the pair pressed into one another, hungry lips moving against lips as they poured every ounce of repressed longing into this one moment of bliss.

And just like that, Nikki suddenly felt a lot less incomplete himself.

[sadqiirl]

continued from here. @whvrlpool 

internally something snapped, something broke off; the craving for being miserable, and drowning in the depths of his sorrows; all of that disintegrated; combining with the wind as it flew out the window.. as his broken state of mind cleared; dusting off all the rust and cob webs; as his eyes laid upon the female; his wife, he could truly see her in the light she were deserving of; and he swore he could hear angelic harmonies. palms became sweaty, the air they breathed felt thick, almost impossible to take in, the surroundings were humid; fogging up the room, and his entire being, his entire figure, man did it feel on fire.. the touch of the girl, her touch intensified all symptoms, he were declared breathless; eyes scanning; looking up and down the beauty, soon eyes stopped to rest on her pursed lips; how did he never realize how kissable they were, how luscious they appeared.. it felt as if he were blind for the longest time, blinded to the nirvana that were in front of him this entire time..  and man.. man did he want to indulge in this touchable paradise.. at the girl’s hesitation, he were gentle, bringing the hand that rested on his arm; bringing it up to his face; as he looked into her eyes; almost as if in a trance.. it made sense, lyra were hypnotic, a magnet attracting him.. at her comment; eyes still glued onto her’s, he gave a shake of his head; speaking in a low almost seductive tone, “I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” that in itself were a promise, a promise he sealed by leaning in.. leaning in ; hand moving from the side of her face; to his fingers knotting in her hair; finally he pressed a soft but deep kiss onto her lips.. as he did so; his entire body felt as if it lit up, as if it were traced in a flamed outline; their kiss igniting a fire.. one that burnt; but felt so good... jerrid de witt, he was in love.. 

[haikyuu-imagines-blog]

Oikawa, Kuroo and Bokuto apologising to You

well, enjoy

Oikawa Tooru

‘‘Okay, what the actual fuck Tooru?’‘ You looked around your flat as you uttered these words of devastation, trying to ignore the small desire to melt by the sight of what he had done. Oikawa was known to be a very intelligent and calculative person, but when faced with your wrath he could get a little extreme. And that was exactly what had happened when he brought home a bunch of small, fluffy puppies, which were so excited that they completely destroyed everything around them.

‘‘You know what? To justify my action, Iwa-chan helped me buy them so...it’s half his fault, too.’‘ 

‘‘Well, but Iwa-chan-’‘ You mocked Tooru’s voice, even though you respected Iwaizumi with all your might. ‘‘-don’t have poop in his living room!’‘

‘‘Yet.’‘

‘‘Do you want to die tonight?’‘

‘‘Listen baby-’‘ He came closer to you, having you at the arm-length distance. ‘-imagine, me and you and our five, beautiful puppies going on walks, playing, teaching each other new things, growing old together--’‘

‘‘Okay, stop.’‘ You quickly interrupted him, putting a finger on his half opened lips. ‘‘I get what you are doing. Your apology for yesterday’s fight is a shit-’‘ He winced a little, smile visibly faltering. ‘‘-however, since the puppies are cute, I’m willing to forget it.’‘ 

‘‘Perfec

t!’‘ He clasped his hands, shooting you his perfect smile. ’‘What are we doing for dinner?’‘

‘‘Oh dear, I’m going to make a dinner. You-’‘ This time you pointed a finger at him, the smirk, which welcomed itself on your face made him shudder. ‘‘-are going to clean this mess.’‘

‘‘I hate my life.’‘ 

Kuroo Tetsurou

It’s been three hours since your fight and the throbbing guilt in his gut was growing more painful with each hour. He knew that he had been at fault that time, but he still didn’t stop screaming at you. It was stupid, he was frustrated and you were just there. Kuroo felt bad and the sound of your crying form on the couch wasn’t helpful but was a reminder of how much of an asshole he can become when something didn’t go his way.

He wanted so badly to apologise, but the last expression you had given him was so heartbreaking and it made him scared to look at you. However, it had to be done in order to keep your relationship. No backing away anymore and then putting his anger on the next person. 

He started to slowly approach your laying body, from behind the couch. You have already stopped sobbing, but it was obvious that tears were still running down your face. He came to the place next to your head and stood still. Your face was reddish and messy, with snot and wet traits everywhere. You looked the same as he felt right in that moment. 

He didn’t know what to say, how to whisper a word sorry so you would understand the power behind this word. So he didn’t. 

He slowly laid his larger body in front of yours and held your hand tightly in his, feeling how your grip also tighten. You didn’t stop crying right away, but when you did - he enveloped you in his arms for the whole night and didn’t let go.

It was the best apology you could have thought of, but you still hoped it would be the last time he had to do this.

Bokuto Koutarou

‘’I find your lips so kissable’‘

‘‘Kou, are you dying?’‘ You asked your boyfriend, who decided to call you right in the middle of your trip to the mall.

‘’And your kiss unmissable’‘

‘‘Is it One Direction?’‘

‘’Your fingertips so touchable’’

‘‘Okay, I’m coming over.’‘

’And your eyes, irresistible’’

‘‘Wait - are you drunk?’‘

‘‘In love.’‘ He clearly slurred and you didn’t even know if you should laugh or cry at his poor state of mind. ‘‘I feel so lost, you know? Our fight, it totally wrecked me. I don’t want you to leave me, but I’m not that good at saying sorry. And - wait a minute.’’ You heard him throw up somewhere in the background and immediately feel lightheaded. Alcohol was definitely not for him.

‘‘Koutarou, it’s fine.’‘ You assured, hoping that he would leave it alone and let you visit to take care of him, but no - Bokuto Koutarou wasn’t the one to give up.

‘‘Listen, listen, listen, listen. Are you listening?’‘ You laughed loudly, getting weird looks from people on the train. 

‘‘Ye--’‘

‘‘You are not listening!’‘ He yelled and you laughed even harder.

‘‘I am!’‘

‘‘Good.” He swallowed and continued. ‘‘I’m sorry, can we still be together?’‘

‘‘Kou, our argument was about what movie shall we watch tonight. It was nothing serious, oh my God.’‘ 

‘‘Technically, you are right. Practically, it could be something deeper.’‘ He stated, seriously and you couldn’t help, but be fond of the way he cared about your relationship. It may be a little crazy at times, but you loved it anyway. 

‘‘It was nothing.’‘

‘‘Cool, we are watching Transformers, bye.’‘ He quickly hung up, not giving you a single chance to protest.

‘‘You piece of shit.’‘

[imaginewalrus-blog]

John Writes a Song

John Writes A Song year: 1964 Pairing: John/Paul

John was sitting on the couch drinking tea with his boyfriend, Paul. They were trying to write a new song for their new album, Beatles For Sale. John wanted to write a song about his love for Paul, but he didn’t know how to put it in words. He loved him so much, it was hard for him to put into words.

“Do you want a ciggie, Johnny?” Paul offered. John placed the ciggie in between his thin lips as Paul lit it up for him. “Hey John, quick question…. Do you love me?” Paul asked out of no where. John thought to himself, that was the dumbest question Paul ever asked me. Of course, i love him. “What kind of question was that, Macca? Of course i love you. I would of been nothin’ in this world without you being by my side. You’re my other half…” John wrapped an arm around Paul. Paul’s eyes were burning behind his eyes, he wanted to cry because of what John said. John noticed that Paul was tearing up, he placed a kiss on top of Paul’s hair. Paul hugged John tightly like if there was no tomorrow. “Will you be with me forever? I don’t want to lose you, you mean too much to me.” Paul sobbed. John kissed the tears streaming down to Paul’s rosey cheeks. “Macca, I’ll die for you. I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you every single day of my life. I’ll love you eight days a week, all day every night.”

He spent 20 minutes hugging Paul close to him, he decided to get his songwriting notebook and started to write the song title. The song title was Eight Days A Week. He wrote the first words:

Ohh, I need your love, babe Guess you know it’s true Hope you need my love, babe Just like I need you….

He wrote this part specifically for him needing Paul and Paul needed him. John deep down inside knew that whenever he went somewhere around the house or outside, Paul needed him. Whether it was for his warm hugs or his kisses, Paul needed him every time. John needed as much of Paul than anything in the world.

“Johnny, what are you writing?” Paul asked him as he placed a kiss on his cheek. “I’m writing a song about you, y'know.. I think you might not like it..” Paul read what John wrote. He loved it. He understood the meaning of those lyrics. He absolutely did needed John every time. He couldn’t live without him, not one second or a minute. “Awww Johnny! This is so cute! You know me so well!” Paul exclaimed “Of course i know you, ive known you for 7 bloody years! And guess what..” “What?” “ive never regretted a single moment with you. I treasure those moments” Paul leaned up and kissed John’s thin lips that matched perfectly with his pink plump lips. “I love you” “I love you too, Macca. Your mine and mine only..”

John noticed that the sudden day turned night, and that Paul fell asleep in his chest. He gently carried Paul to the bed and covered him with the blankets that were on their bed. John quietly went to the kitchen and left the tea cups onto the counter. He jumped in shock when he saw Paul standing in the doorway. “Paulie, you scared the living crap out of me! Why aren’t you sleeping, dear?” John asked slightly giggling. “I cant go to sleep knowing that you are not with me, i feel unsafe without your arms around me.” Paul said with his voice cracking. John walked up to him, hugged him and placed kisses all over his face. “Macca, as long as we are under the same roof as me you are ok. I will always take care of you. Always.” John said as he rubbed Paul’s back. They both went to their bedroom, John took off his robe and laid on his side of the bed. He wrapped his arms around Paul and slept through the night.

Paul felt something wet on his shoulder, he turned over and saw John was drooling on him. He turned to face him and laid a gently kiss on his lips. John smiled and groaned as he kissed back. “I love waking up like this..” John said with a sleepy voice. “Same. Do you want tea?” Paul kindly offered as he placed kisses all over his face. John nodded yes as he saw Paul walking away. He quickly grabbed his notebook and wrote some words.

Hold me, love me, hold me, love me Ain’t got nothing but love, babe Eight Days A Week

Love you every day, girl Always on my mind One thing I can say, girl Love you all the time

He wrote it with love. It was a pity that he had to change the word boy into girl. He had to keep their love a secret from the fangirls. He heard Paul walking down the hallway, he quickly put the notebook away on the nightstand and pretended to sleep. “Here you go love, nice and warm like you like it.” Paul said sweetly. “Thanks love. I have something in mind..” John said as he kissed Paul’s cheek as a thank you.

“What is it that you have in mind?” Paul asked.

“I was thinking if you wanted to cuddle in front of the fire and talk about our love for each other. Maybe later on we can, y'know make out.”

“I was thinking the same exact thing, lets do it later. I need to do some cleaning first.” Paul went to the bathroom and got the cleaning supplies. John put on a Buddy Holly LP onto the turntable, he saw Paul walk in the room and grabbed him by the waist as Paul wrapped his arms around John’s neck. They danced slowly to the rhythm of the song. “Johnny babe, i need to clean. Instead of lying around, you can help me a bit, y'know” Paul said while unwrapping his hands around John. He saw John cleaning the furniture that surrounded the living room. Paul bent down to pick out the trash, he gasped in surprise when he felt John squeezing his arse. “Sorry love, cant help it that you’re so damn touchable!” John said. He continued to pick up the trash.

They finished cleaning the messy house, which was now clean and well polished. John and Paul were cuddling next to the fire as they drank their tea and eating their biscuits.

“Thanks for helping out cleaning, Love. Couldn’t of done it on me own, y know.” Paul said sweetly as he lit his cigarette. “No need to thank me, i have to thank you for agreeing on cuddling.” John thanked as he kissed Paul’s neck. “I love you so much, you have no idea.”

“I love you even more than you think.” John laid 2 pillows on the floor next to the fire and he brought 2 blankets. John wrapped his arms around Paul as if he were a teddy bear. He kissed Paul’s neck, jaw, ears, hair and finally his kissable lips. “Paulie, can i go get my notebook real quick. I have some new words to put in before i forget.” Paul nodded and said, “don’t be long”

He grabbed the notebook and went back to the living room where Paul was lying on the floor following John’s movements with his puppy doe eyes. John began to write out the song.

Hold me, love me, hold me, love me
I ain’t got nothing but love, girl
Eight days a week

Eight days a week
I love you
Eight days a week
Is not enough to show I care

Ooh I need your love, babe
Guess you know it’s true
Hope you need my love babe
Just like I need you

Hold me, love me, hold me, love me
I ain’t got nothing but love, babe
Eight days a week Eight days a week
I love you 
Eight days a week
is not enough to show I care Love you every day, girl
Always on my mind 
One thing I can say girl
Love you all the time Hold me, love me, hold me, love me
I ain’t got nothing but love, babe 
Eight days a week
Eight days a week
Eight days a week

He felt a relief feeling when he finished the song, he felt proud of himself expressing his love for Paul in a song. “Paulie, love can you come over here. I have the song complete.” John called Paul over. Paul sat on John’s lap and began to read the lyrics. He loved the song. “I love this Johnny! Its really beautiful! Are you going to put it on the new album?” Paul asked while kissing his cheek. “I knew you were going to love it! Yes, im going to put it on the album. Hopefully people will like it as much as you do.” “I’m sure people will love it!” Paul rubbed his arse on John’s thigh, teasingly. “Johnny, I want you inside of me.” Paul said as he gave a kiss on John’s lips. He hooked his arms in John’s neck as he felt John’s hands on his waist. “I know Macca, you always want me like i want you. Lets make love…-”

[adorablecarrot-blog]

I Kissed a Boy

HARRY'S P.O.V This was never the way I planned, not my intention. I got so brave, drink in hand, lost my discretion It's not what I'm used to, just wanna try you on. I'm curious for you, caught my attention. I'm sitting at the lake doing my work. It is our last year at Hogwarts. Hermione some how convinced Ron and me to come back and graduate. It is hard being her. I can still hear the voices of people who are no longer with us and the nightmares make it hard to sleep. I  hear a noise behind me. I look to see Malfoy standing there. He looks just as tired as I feel. "Potter" he spits at me making me frown. I can not help but stare at his beautiful lips. They look so soft. I just wanna- "Potter! What are you staring at?" He snaps at me making me blush softly. Come on Harry, you have a girlfriend! "U-um...." I say looking at the lake now blushing. I can feel Dracos' eyes on me. They are burning a hole through me. I turn to glare at him but see him smirking. I frown. "What are you smirking at?" I hiss at him. "You~" he purrs stepping closer and closer to me making me blush hard. He leans down and slowly connects his lips with mine. First the kiss was slow and steady, then it gets heated. He pushes me against the tree his tongue slipping into my mouth. We fight for dominance, I end up loosing, I then start sucking on his tongue making him moan. Snogging with Malfoy was amazing I kissed a boy and I liked it, the taste of boy cherry chapstick. I kissed a boy just to try it, I hope my girlfriend don't mind it. It felt so wrong, it felt so right. Don't mean I'm in love tonight. I kissed a boy and I liked it (I liked it). No, I don't even know your name, it doesn't matter. You're my experimental game, just human nature. It's not what good boys do, not how they should behave. My head gets so confused, hard to obey. ~~Weeks later ~~ I was sitting at the lake. This is were me and Malfoy will come to the lake and kiss. One night we took it father then I was ready for. Soon I see Draco walking this way with a smirk on his face. I'm ready to tell him we need to stop, because I told him I wasn't ready and we still did it. Plus I have a girlfriend. Us boys we are so magical, tough skin, pink lips, so kissable. Hard to resist, so touchable. Too good to deny it. Ain't no big deal, it's innocent. Draco sits next to me and smiles "Hey Potter" he says sitting down next to me. He leans in to kiss me but I look away shaking my head, barely. "What's wrong?" He asks concern in is voice. "We had sex a week ago and I told you I wasn't ready but you didn't care!" I hiss at him. "I thought you were just scared" Draco counters. I shake my head and start crying. "Now I'm ready! Last week I wasn't!" I tell him crying into his chest. He holds me tightly. "Shhh. Its okay Harry.......its okay. I'm sorry.......I'm so sorry" he says holding me close. This also the first time he has ever called me Harry. I look up and see he is also crying. This causes my heart to swell and I can not leave him. I sit up more and kiss him passionately. This time Draco makes love to me and it is the best night of my life.  By time I fall a sleep into a for once peaceful sleep with Draco holding me the only word I could processes was Draco. I kissed a boy and I liked it,. I kissed a boy just to try it, I hope my girlfriend don't mind it. It felt so wrong, it felt so right. Don't mean I'm in love tonight. I kissed a boy and I liked it (I liked it). No, I don't even know your name, it doesn't matter. You're my experimental game, just human nature. It's not what good boys do, not how they should behave. My head gets so confused, hard to obey. ~~~Two months before graduation~~~ Draco and I are still together. If that is what you can call it. Genny and I broke up but are still friends. She wanted to be with Dean and I wish to be with Draco.  I still have not told Draco because we have not been able to meet up. We are going to tonight. I have not felt so happy in a long time. I am eating dinner at the moment. I can not help but to keep looking at Draco. I want to ask him to move in with me. I want to stay with him forever. I am not sitting in our spot quietly waiting. I see Draco walking over. He looks pleased with him self. I can not wait for him so I run up and hug him. "Wow, Harry! Can you wait for me to get over there before you get on top of me. I frown and whack him in the head "Your still a git you know that right?" I ask him. He smiles which causes me to smile. "Yeah but I am your git  just like you are my prat," he tells me. This causes me to smile. "Yeah and as of tomorrow you are my git in public...," I trail of nervous. "Harry what do you mean?" He asks me. I sigh. "Genny and I called it off a week ago. I was so excited I forgot you had a girlfriend. I wanted to walk into breakfast holding your hand and ask you to live with me," I tell him frowning. I must look like and idiot. I look up to see he is smiling. "Harry, you want to move in together? As in like a couple an share the same bed every night," He says. I look at him confused. "Dray did you fry your brain trying to beat Hermione's test scores because that is what it generally means when a person asks you to move in with them," This time I am the one being whacked. "Well then it is a good thing I broke up with my girlfriend this morning," He says matter-a-factly. I smile and kiss Draco. It is not as heated s most but it is just as passionate. "What did you tell her?" He asks me after we pull away. "I told her that a gorgeous Slithern  with blond hair and grey eyes stole my heart and the only way I could have it back was if we broke up," I tell him teasingly. He laughs. "Truth is she wanted to date Dean and I told her it was hard for me to explain and that was it. What did you say this morning?" "I told her that my favorite scar head was a better kisser then her," he says. and I laugh. He shakes his head "Harry I am serious," I stare at him in shock and then in anger. He did not have to be so rude. "I only said it after I tried to tell her that I thought it was best we saw other people" I sigh and shake my head. I hug him and rest my head on his shoulder. He places his arms around my waist and rests his head on my cheek. "Dray I love you. Please after we graduate in two months lets move in together," I whisper. "Harry I love you and want to spend for ever together. Yes lets move in together," He says. We spend the rest of the night in Draco's bed sense his ex probably told everyone we are together anyways. We did nothing loud or crazy. Just heated kisses as we absorb each others warmth.