“When the fire dies Dark in the skies Hot as a match Onlysmokeis left.”
Finally an entry that follows this year’s prompts list, I know it’s pretty cliché but I just wanted to drown n-a-d-h-i-e in feels and I had no better idea so ( 人´∀`* ). And a bonus speedpaint here because I spent my whole evening struggling to render it so you guys have to see it for me lol (I really need to fix my computer soon, though).
It’s been a while since I’ve posted something like this but here it is.
Have you ever had that moment when you start to feel attracted to your best friend? By attracted, I mean sexually attracted. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I know I shouldn’t but I do.
You know what turns me on about him? His swearing in his Australian accent. I know that is weird but come on!
Also, another thing that turns me on is his singing voice. Whenever he sings, I feel like he’s teasing me. I don’t know why I feel like that, I just do.
“(Y/N)!” I heard him tell yell from down the hall. Yes, I come here a lot, mainly because I am bored and have no one else to hang out with.
“Yes?” I asked, turning around to see Michael now standing behind me on the sofa. He was wearing his black ‘The Rolling Stones’ tee, black skinny jeans, and his regular Vans. His dyed dark hair was slightly wet, which I’m guessing he got out of the shower a few minutes ago.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, shaking his head a little bit, drying to get his hair dried. “I didn’t even hear you come in.”
I smiled a little. “Well I bored so I decided to come over.”
Michael nods and walked around the sofa, going to where I was sitting and sat beside me. We were sitting so close that our thighs were touching. It caused my breath to hitch. Why? I don’t know.
“Hey, (Y/N)?” Michael asked, turning his body around to face me. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course. You can ask me anything. What’s up?” I turned my body so I was facing him.
“Do you have thoughts or feeling about me?”
Wow. That was a random question. I really wasn’t expecting him to ask that.
“W-What?” I stuttered, scratching my arm nervously.
“I said,” he said, coming a little closer to me and putting his large hand on my thigh, giving it a squeeze. “Do you have thoughts or feelings about me?”
When I don’t reply, he pins me on the sofa with my hands above my head. What has gotten into him? He hasn’t acted like this before.
He dipped his head to the crook of my neck, brushing his soft lips on the sensitive skin.
“Tell me, baby,” he said against my neck, “tell me how you feel about me.“
He finally pressed his lips on my neck, giving it little kisses and sucks. I bit my lip, trying not to moan.
"I-I’m attracted to you,” I moaned when I didn’t want to. “I-I know I shouldn’t but I a-am.”
Michael’s lips hit my sweet spot right below my ear. I can feel him smirk against my neck.
“Why is that?” he whispered before biting and licking the mark what was forming.
“You sound so hot when you swear. Your accent makes it sound a whole lot better,” I moaned.
“Fuck,” he moans into my neck, causing his hot breath to hit my neck. “You sound so fragile when you’re beneath me right now.”
I froze when I felt something poke the inside of my thigh. Did I cause that?
Michael finally pulled away from my neck and smirk. Oh, why does he have to smirk?
He brought his face dangerously close to mine, his hot breath teasing my lips.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say those words?” he asked, his breathing getting harder and harder by the minute.
“How long?” I breathed.
“After a few months after I met you.” He finally pressed his lips onto mine. This kiss was filled with love and passion, something I’ve never felt before. Of course, we kissed each other before, but it was only a peck, though.
We never kissed like this before. He never got on top of me and pinned me down. None of that. But hey, it happened not to long ago.
Michael licked my bottom lip, asking for an entrance. I granted it and opened my mouth. He shoved his tongue inside my mouth and began to dominate it. I moaned and so did he. While out mouths are busy, I put my small hand on Michael’s chest and slowly dragged it down. I felt his warmth raiding off his skin while I was doing what I was doing. He moaned when I reached his lower abdomen.
I reached down to the hem of his band tee and tugged on it, hinting that I wanted it off. He got the message and pulled his mouth away from mine. He took off his shirt, revealing his pale chest. He smiles a little before grabbing the hem of my tank top and pulling it over my head, now showing my black bra.
He leaned his head down and kissed me again, only this time, this is rougher than before. One of his hands went to the bra covered breasts and and squeezed it, causing me to gasp. He took this as an opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth and dominating it once more. While he was groping my chest, I slid my hand down his pale chest, his naval, and finally to the hem of his skinny jeans.
I played with the button of his jeans, trying to get it open. After a few tries, the button finally opens. My hands went to the zipper and began to pull it down. I made sure my hand brushed his semi-hard cock as I pulled the zipper down, causing him to say a few profanities under his breath.
“Fuck,” Michael groaned under his breath after he pulled away from my mouth. “Don’t tease me like that (Y/N) before I can’t control myself.”
My breath hitched at his words. That was one of the hottest thing I’ve ever heard that came out of his mouth. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a turn on.
I grabbed the waistline of of his skinny jeans and pulled it down his legs, only reaching to his mid-thigh. He got on his knees and pulled the jeans down the rest of the way, throwing the material somewhere in the living room. He came back to me and pressed his lips to mine. Michael, almost immediately, put his tongue in my mouth once more.
I felt his warm hands go down my body; down my chest, my stomach, then to the hem of my jeans. He popped the button open and unzipped my jeans. While he was unzipping, he made sure to stick his hand in the opening between the material and my skin and pats my clothed pussy. I moaned. I never expected him to do that.
He took his hand out and finally pulled down the material down my short legs and threw it to where the other clothing were. I am now only in my bra and underwear below my best friend.
If I’m being honest, I’m not being my usual self. I would be covering myself. I mean, I did when Michael came into my room uninvited when I was in my bra and underwear, like I am now. Of course I covered myself then. But now I let him have the view.
Michael hovered over me once again and smiled.
"You’re so beautiful…” he whispered, mostly to himself. He leaned down so he could press his lips to mine. His hands went to the small of my back and pressed on it to make me arch. Once I was pressed against him, he started to grind our regions together, trying to create some friction between the two of us.
“Fuck,” he groaned. I could feel the bulge in his briefs getting bigger and bigger by the minute.
Still grinding onto each other, he brought the hand that was on the small of my back to the clasp of my bra and undid it. He brought the straps down both of my arms before taking it off and throwing with the other disregarded clothes. The top half of my body is now shown.
He looked down at my chest, then looking at my brown eyes, giving me a wink, then back to my chest. He leaned down and pressed a kiss above my left breast. He dragged his slightly swollen red lips down my breast and put my nipple into his mouth.
He licked, bitten, and sucked on the now sensitive bud. He soon pulled away and did the same routine with the other.
I was already a moaning mess beneath him. I had my fingers in his hair, tugging at it, causing him to moan. He was giving me so much pleasure that was too good for me to handle. I felt like I was on cloud nine.
“I’ve always wanted to hear you moan,” he said seductively after he had taken my bud out of his mouth. He dragged his hand down my body painfully slow. “But now since I’m causing you to it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I felt my heart quicken at his words. I could feel my wetness against my panties. That’s how turned on I was.
His hand was now at the waistline of my panties. He tugged on it before letting it go, letting it snap onto my skin, causing me to gasp.
Michael smirked and slipped his hand inside my panties. I felt one of his long fingers rub against my slit, spreading my wetness around.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he said, his voice low. “You’re so wet and I barely even touched you.”
Soon, he slid his middle and index finger inside of my entrance. I gasped at the foreign feeling. I felt his fingers stretching my walls. My breath was almost taken away from the pleasure I was feeling.
I felt them move in and out of my entrance. His movements were limited by my panties, which caused his fingers to go a little less than halfway out. His fingers finally found my g-spot, causing me to squirm. Michael curled them to that his fingers will hit that spot repeatedly.
I felt myself clench around Michael’s fingers. I heard him moan at the sudden tightness.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
“I-I’m close,” I say breathlessly.
As I was about to reach my high, Michael pulled out his fingers and put them in his mouth, sucking off my juices.
I couldn’t help but watch. He was looking at me so innocently on what he was doing. It annoyed me but turned me on at the same time. Does that make any sense?
He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and grabbed the elastic of my panties and pulled the now wet material down my legs then throwing it somewhere in the living room. I felt the cold air from the conditioning brush against my wetness, making me shiver.
I am now fully naked in below my best friend. I saw his now dark greenish-blueish eyes roam my naked body and bit his lip. Oh, my precious Michael. Please don’t do that.
“You’re so beautiful…” he whispers before grabbing the hem of his briefs and pulling it down his pale legs. His fully erect cock springs free and hits his abdomen, causing him to hiss. My eyes widen at the size. Michael chuckled at my reaction.
“Don’t worry, (Y/N),” he assured, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “It’ll fit.”
After he said that, he got up from the sofa and went to the disregarded clothes. He picked up his skinny jeans and dug into the back pocket. He pulled out his hand to reveal a sliver packet; a condom. Michael walked back to me on the sofa, hovered over my body, and ripped the packet open with his teeth. He handed me the latex with a smirk planted on his face.
“Roll that on for me baby?”
I slowly took the condom from his fingers and hold it just right. I slid the latex onto his long cock, making sure my fingers brushed against it oh-so slowly. That caused Michael to moan.
Once the latex was on, he aligned the tip of his vein filled cock at my soaking entrance.
“Are you sure you wanna do this? We can stop-” I cut him off.
“It’s fine. I want to.”
He smiled and nodded. “It’ll only hurt for a little bit.”
There’s the thing, Michael knows that I’m a virgin. He didn’t laugh when I first told him. He understood and I love him for that.
Michael pressed his lips onto mine then slowly entering me. A small tear escaped my eye. I knew it was gonna hurt. I expected it to happen but I guess I wasn’t prepared.
He stayed still, waiting for me to adjust to his size. Once I nod, telling him to move, he smiles and slides his whole length inside me. He gasp at the tightness but started to thrust slowly. It hurts a little at first but it soon became pleasure.
“Ahh,” I moaned. “Faster, p-please..”
He smirks and start to go at a fast speed. I was a moaning mess beneath him. Every time that he’ll slam into me, I would moan profanities or his name. He would also give me an occasional slap on my ass. And that was a huge turn on.
“God damn. You’re so fucking tight,” he grunted, leaning his head down my neck, creating love bites all around.
Not after too long, I felt myself clench around Michael for the second time tonight.
“Ahh, fuck,” Michael moaned and slapped my ass once again. “Don’t cum unless I tell you so.”
I nod, knowing what he’ll probably do.
After a few more thrusts, I felt his cock twitched inside me.
“I’m gonna c-come,” he whispered against my neck, his breath heavy. After he said that, he came inside the condom. I came soon after.
He collapsed on top of me, his breath heavy from the orgasm he just had. I can’t believe that I just had sex with my best friend. To be honest, I thought he was wimpy in bed, but I was way wrong.
Michael rolled beside me on the sofa, pulling me closer to his sweating and naked body. His hot breath at my ear, getting ready to speak.
“About those feelings?”
I can practically hear a smirk plastered on his face.
“What we did not too long ago basically showed my feelings, Clifford,” I laughed, turning my body around to face him. He was laughing also.
No special occasion, but I just wanted to tell you how proud of you I am. Nothing has ever been easy for you but you always have a smile on your face. You’re the most incredible person I know and I can’t imagine my life without you. We’re coming up on our 6 month but it feels like we’ve been together for much longer. The connection we share is unlike any other. You’re both my boyfriend and my best friend all in one and I couldn’t be happier. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for you and I. No amount of time is long enough with you, but I’ll cherish every second I get. I love you princechickennugget
5186) As I push forward with my transition, I'm starting to feel very isolated among all my cis friends/family. I feel like I can't talk to them about my transition because they just don't understand the excitement I get from mentioning things like "Hey I've started growing hair on my stomach!". They're just like "haha yeah ok" but it's not just "yeah, ok cool" to me. This is something I thought I would never have and I want to share this and have people understand my excitement, be excited with me..
It’s eh. I kind of feel like I’m stuck in a rut. It’s summer and I have fun but I feel like all I do is work and then go out with friends. I need to take a vacation or have something exciting happen haha. Idk. I get really weirdly and randomly depressed when my life just feels like it on constant repeat. And I really want to meet a nice boy and have a boyfriend. But I’m trying to make the best of it!
5169) I dont likee that I don't have friends. It's so lonely. I want ftm friends pre t so we can share this lonely feeling and I don't feel like I'm burdening my gf anymore. My only ftm friend is so mean and bosses me around, he even lets people call me a girl, but he's the only I have so I keep him arnd. And i pass really well!!! I just want a good friend, someone near me. South Florida was supposed to be my escape but it sucks and I wanna go home.
I will never fucking forgive you for making me so so happy and then tearing that all down and making me feel so insignificant to you, forcing me to end our relationship. You meant so much to me and you were my world, I did everything for you to make you happy and if I did something to make you sad I would hate myself for it. Why did you have to change and why am I the one paying for it? It’s so unfair, and especially that you couldn’t own up to your change of feelings and you forced me to hurt so much I had to end it. Now I continuously feel as if I made a mistake because I’m just constantly in pain. You were my world and now I have nothing you were my best friend and now I have no one, or at least it feels that way. It feels like I have no one who is there for me the way you were and now I just don’t know what to do with myself I’m so fucking sad I fucking miss my best friend and I can’t do anything about it. I miss your love and I miss your smile and your laugh and your hand on my thigh when you drove and your eyes when they looked at me and the side of your face when you were upset with me and refused to look at me and now I’m crying when you’re partying and I’m fucking heartbroken over something that was my choice.
finally FINALLY. after seven months of ‘hanging out’ we skipped the whole making our relationship official thing and went right to ‘I love you’
a year ago or even two years ago, when I was in the thick of a manipulative and abusive relationship, I never could have imagined someone loving me without hurting me. but here I am, up on an adrenaline high next to my sleeping boyfriend, who has treated me better than I could ever imagine.
I don’t have to lie to my friends. I don’t have to omit anything. I don’t feel like I have to build him up so that I can get my friends to like him. I used to have to lie to my friends and family just to keep them from murdering my ex, and they didn’t even know the half of what was going on.
he gets my illness. when he comes over and notices that I have done anything. ANYTHING. taken out an extra trash bag, changed the sheets, picked up some soda cans….he tells me he’s proud of me. when I sleep all day from a migraine or just because I can’t handle doing anything else, he understands instead of holding it against me as a reason not to be with me.
disability is relatively new to me. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to expect to be treated by a significant other. my ex would tell me I was boring and lazy and that I was letting my disability hold me back and that he knew I could do more than I was doing. he really fucked me up and did a number on me. but this guy. Kyle. this guy. he is something so much better than my ex. I can love without fear, without conditions and expectations.
I never thought about the concept of having a [non-romantic] intimate moment with a male friend before. The other day my buddy was helping me with my piano form and posture which required a lot of hand holding. Men have issues getting close to other men, because of homophobia (being close to another guy friend can be seen as “gay”) and misogyny (men shouldn’t be emotional “like women”). But when he was holding my hand and helping me, I was just thinking…this is very nice - to have a touching close moment, no matter the person’s gender. It was a a human feeling. I don’t know, it’s not felt or seen often.
honestly i feel like nix would accidentally use the term ‘dick move’ to describe something that is classic winters, and then like, just purposefully keep saying it until all the guys use that term to exclusively describe something that dick would do. like, sending his friends nice check-in texts during finals week? dick move. chiming in as the voice of reason when harry suggests his latest ‘genius’ plan? dick move. being a quietly snarky radiating sunbeam and pillar of calm and strength for his friends? what a dick move.
Listen I’m hella sorry for talking about the session cause apparently that’s not something some of y’all like to hear about and that’s cool whatevs just unfollow me but the fact that there are real life celebrities sitting on a fellow celebrity’s couch THAT I MYSELF HAVE SAT MY BUTT UPON is giving me all SORTS OF FEELINGS like yes my friends I TOO WALKED ON THOSE FLOORS and came out of THAT VERY DOOR and RESTED MY HEAD UPON THAT PILLOW okay FREAKING SORRY FOR MENTIONING IT BUT I’M JUST SO :’)
Not exactly a holiday, per se. But I’m headed for Alvin, TX for Tuesday morning,and have plenty of time to spare. Just talked to an old friend earlier. Somebody I haven’t seen in 25 years. He lives near Cairo, IL, out along the Mississippi somewhere, and suggested I stop and stay with him . Head out Sunday night to finish into Texas. I said sure. We were close friends in high school. 32 years ago.. This could be interesting. And possibly uncomfortable and awkward. Eh, I always got the truck as an escape excuse. I mean, it’s been a long time. I haven’t even talked with him in years. Sociable. I can be sociable. I used to do it all the time.Yeah. A little actual personal interaction. Yeah. Wasn’t expecting it, but, so yeah.
I'm losing all the people I used to be close to. I've lost contact with a lot of people - mainly because I didn't want to bother them because they deserved better and it turned into me losing them. I've had people walk out on me, I'm being ignored by others, and I just feel so alone, like I don't really have anybody. I'm disgusting and I don't think anyone really likes me, just tolerates me.
I’ve been where you are so I know how you’re feeling and I’m not going to ignore your message (yes, I got the next ask as well telling me I could).
I have only a few friends, and for the most part, I met them within the last 5 or 6 years. I had the same group of friends from kindergarten through junior year in high school until they stopped wanting to hang out with me and they became friends with this other girl who absolutely hates me and straight up told them she didn’t want me around. It sucked. I also lost people because of my mental health and I distanced myself due to fear or anxiety and they weren’t decent enough people to see if I was okay. They actually flat out walked away from me when I seemed angry but my anger was always just a secondary emotion to fear… no one seemed to care though.
So, what I’m trying to say is- they don’t deserve better, YOU deserve better. It’s not that people don’t like you or you’re disgusting (I seriously doubt you are anyway). My mom always taught me that people are going to come and go. You’re going to make friends and lose friends. There are only a select few people who are going to be there forever and those are the only ones that matter. If these people weren’t making an effort to see you or talk to you, then that’s on them- not you.
I made ONE friend in college. We lived across the hall and went to school together for only a few months before he moved to another country where he lived for almost 5 years. Now that he’s back in the country, he’s still about a four and a half hour drive away. He’s my best friend. We always made an effort to stay in touch and that’s how I know he’s one of the special people who are meant to stay in my life.
If you’re losing people, then they weren’t meant to be in your life any longer than they already have been. One day you’ll look back and realize how much better off you really were without them there the whole time.
You’re going to meet more people and make new friends. You may lose some of them too. It’s still gonna suck… but once you have that handful of people you know will always have your back and be there for you, the people that are gonna be there for the rest of your life… no one else is going to matter.
I think there’s a moment in life when you should just be thankful for everything you have.. for me.. I’m thankful for all of you here on Tumblr.(I mean yeah my IRL friends and family and the roof over my head too, but.) It’s been a big journey for me on Tumblr as a person and a writer. I’m having a lot of issues with my IRL friends right now (trust issues for one), and it’s really refreshing to be able to log onto this site and be able to interact with such nice people that share the same passion.
As a writer, I’ve always had difficulty with writing. I just can’t seem to put my ideas on paper, but I feel like my writing has improved greatly in the small amount of time I’ve been in this community. I’ve been picking up descriptive habits and tones that I like here and there as I read through everyone’s RPs, and it always brings a smile to my face whenever I see people interacting with each other. It makes me feel like a part of a large group of individuals who love each other for their work and their friendship.
hi, I have a weird question. Whenever my bf plays league he gets frustrated like rly fast and he starts getting rly scary angry and it just makes me feel so uncomfortable???? like I just sit here and he's yelling and saying fuck like 900 times and I get scared and Idk I just feel so weird. like I know he wouldn't do any of that stuff directly to me but it still makes me feel weird.. what do u think I should do?? is there a way to not feel weird? omg sry this is long p.s u are so nice ty
no honestly it isnt weird. to me thats like a 1000000000000% turn off. and i completely understand this. i have a friend who gets really heated when he plays video games, to the point where he breaks things and yes it scares me too. part of the reason i would never date him! but i think the best thing to do in this situation is have communication! tell him that it scares you and you dont like seeing him like that, hopefully he’ll understand. be really honest with him you know?? like there isnt anything you can do to NOT feel weird. its unacceptable behavior even if its just a video game!! if anyone gets THAT mad constantly i would feel the same way. and hey, of course he cares about you so he will definitely listen and whether the solution is that he just doesnt play infront of you or he works on his behavior! your job here is just to communicate!! i hope things work out and please feel better.