I AM SO OVERWHELMED BY THE FEELINGS IN MY HEART RIGHT NOW. MY TINY HEART IS TOO TINY FOR THIS NONSENSE LIKE WHAT IN THE FUCK
EMMA IS MAKING FUCKING PANCAKES
IN A ROBE AND WE ALL FUCKING KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT BEFORE WHILE KILLIAN WALKS UP BEHIND HER IN AN UNBUTTONED VEST WHICH LBR IS BASICALLY HIM BEING NAKED LIKE THE NUMBER OF LAYERS ON THIS MAN AT ALL TIMES IS ABSURD BUT LIKE
THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT IT.
THIS IS LIKE THE FUCKING SUN. I AM BLINDED BY THE JOY AND THE HAPPINESS AND THE CONTENTMENT AND THE WAY HE’S GRINNING INTO HER SKIN AND THE WAY SHE BITES HER LIP. THIS IS AHHHHHHHHH MAKE IT STOP
AND SHE LIKE FUCKING POUNCES ON HIM AND HER HANDS DON’T FUCKING STOP MOVING AND HER LIPS ARE SO INSISTENT AND
SHE KEEPS FUCKING PULLING HIM CLOSER AND CLOSER AND WHAT T H E F U C KKKKK I CANNOT HANDLE THIS EVEN A LITTLE
ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW WILD HER HAIR IS? SHE CLEARLY JUST WOKE UP AND CAME DOWN TO MAKE THEM BOTH PANCAKES BECAUSE THEY MUST BE STARVING AND HE GOT DRESSED HALF WAY AND CAME DOWN TO FIND HER WHEN HE SMELLED ALL THE NICE THINGS AND THEN HE SEES HER WITH HER HAIR ALL WILD AND HER FACE ALL FRESH AND GLOWY AND HAPPY AND WHO CAN BLAME HIM FOR WANTING TO KISS HER OK?
OK BUT WHAT KILLS ME THE DEADEST IS THAT SHE PULLS AWAY JUST SO SHE CAN LOOK AT HIM. CLEARLY SHE WANTS TO KEEP KISSING HIM BUT IN THAT MOMENT, SHE NEEDS SO SEE HIS FACE, TO SEE AGAIN HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER AND WHAT SHE HAS NOW AND I CANNOT LOOK AT HIS SMILE THIS IS TOO MUCH *SHIELDS EYES*
GUYS, GUYS, GUYS. I THINK SHE LOVES HIM.
AND I THINK HE LOVES HER.
SHE’S SO FUCKING HAPPY AND SHE LOOKS SO YOUNG HERE AND SO HAPPY AND IN LOVE AND SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH OMG
HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER BECAUSE WHO WOULD HAVE FUCKING THOUGHT RIGHT?
AND THEN SHE’S LIKE FUCK WAIT MUST GET BACK TO THE KISSING. HE’S SO GOOD AT THE KISSING. MUST TOUCH SOFT LIPS AGAIN.
AND UGH IT STARTS SO SOFT BUT PICKS UP SO FUCKING QUICK LIKE WTF AND HE JUST RESPONDS WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT LIKE THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND WANT EACH OTHER SO MUCH, IT MAKES MY HEART MELT ALSO SEEING THAT RING ON HER FINGER IS HURTING MY EYES AGAIN.
THE HANDS, THE HANDSSSSSS
WILL NO ONE THINK OF THE POOR FANGIRLS?! WHY WOULD YOU KISS THIS WAY?! WITH THE FRANTIC PULLING EACH OTHER CLOSER AND THE HANDS THAT WON’T STOP TOUCHING. WHY WOULD YOU HURT ME THIS WAY YOU ASSHOLES?!
I CAN’T TAKE IT BECAUSE THEY’RE SMILING THE ASSHOLES DO THEY NOT KNOW WHAT THIS IS DOING TO MY SMALL TINY HEART?!
TO HELL WITH THE PANCAKES. YASSS EMMA, YASSSSS.
AND SHE FUCKING PUSHES HIM INTO THE TABLE AND SHE’S PROBABLY BETWEEN HIS LEGS RIGHT NOW AND HIS HAND IS RUNNING UP AND DOWN HER BACK AND HIS HOOK IS HOLDING HER STEAD BECAUSE SHE CANNOT STOP MOVING HER HANDS
AND LIKE FUCKING SOMEONE HAS TO KEEP THEM FROM FALLING ONTO THE TABLE BUT BY THE LOOKS OF IT, EMMA TOTALLY WANTS KILLIAN TO FALL ONTO HIS BACK RIGHT THERE OK?! LIKE NOPE LET’S JUST DO THE DO RIGHT HERE. SMOOSHING BOOTIES ON THE DINING TABLE.
AND LOL THE SHOCK! THEY’RE SO DAZED THIS IS HILARIOUS
AND KILLIAN SAYING LIKE OH YOUR MOTHER HAS A KEY. THAT’S GOOD INFORMATION. YES OK. TRY TO CALM DOWN NOW.
THE SHOCK AND THE WIDE EYES LOLOLOL
BUT OK I FUCKING LOVE HOW EMMA JUST LOOKS AMUSED PRETTY MUCH THROUGH THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE BECAUSE THOUGH SHE REALLY, REALLY WANTS TO DO THE DO WITH HER FIANCE IN THEIR HOUSE (WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID WE GET HERE FROM CLIMBING A BEANSTALK TOGETHER ONE TIME FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK)
SHE NEVER THOUGHT SHE’S HAVE THIS EITHER? HER MOTHER ACCIDENTALLY WALKING IN ON THEM AND LIKE IT’S LIKE EMBARRASSING OR WHATEVER BUT SHE’S JUST SO FUCKING HAPPY TO HAVE ALL THIS IN HER LIFE NOW? THESE MOMENTS OF PEACE AND LOVE AND SILLINESS
AND LOL SHE’S LIKE NOOOO AND KILLIAN IS LIKE HAHAHA YES WE WERE ABOUT TO BANG YOUR MAJESTY. I HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM RN LOL ALSO I LOVE THAT THOUGH SNOW IS RIGHT THERE, EMMA STRAIGHT UP DOEAN’T MOVE FOR FUCKING AGES AND JUST KEEPS RUNNING HER HANDS OVER KILLIAN’S SHOULDERS, SOOTHING HIM AND TOUCHING HIM STILL AND KILLIAN’S HAND DOESN’T MOVE FROM HER WAIST EITHER
LIKE DESPITE THE DISCOMFORT, IT’S ALSO SUCH A COMFORTABLE MOMENT?! IT’S SO DOMESTIC AND ORDINARY AND EMMA IS STILL STROKING KILLIAN’S ARM HERE AND I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN *CRIES TEARS OF BLOOD* AND THEY ONLY FUCKING STAND WHEN SNOW IS LIKE UMM PANCAKES LOLOL
AND THIS ASSHOLE LOLOLOL HE IS SO UNAMUSED. I’VE LOST MY APPETITE. BRACING FUCKING SHOWER HE SAYS LOLOLOL
THIS CHEEK KISS, THE PANCAKES, THE KILLIAN’S HAND ON HER WAIST AGAIN. THE DOMESTICITY OF IT ALL
LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS. DO YOU SEE IT? DO YOU SEE THE JOY IN HER EYES?! SHE’S SO HAPPY GODDAMNIT
*THROWS ALL THE THINGS*
THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT HANDLE THIS. FUCKING FUCK FUCKKK
this was… in it’s own way.. a hard fic to read (which makes it the best fic to read! pain! i love it! help me!) it’s very very very beautifully written and i hold it very close to my heart….how it portrays jack by himself and how hard it must’ve been…it also manages to weave in how mental illness plays its own role, even once you get together with the person you’re pretty sure is it for you. somewhat painful but cathartic and achingly tender.
BUT then there’s feelings! and angst! and misunderstanding! (the best type too! u know when one is like so crazily in love with the other and thinks its shockingly obvious but surprise, it’s not!) it’s just fantastic!
imagine a world where jack jumping over the snowbank, bringing bitty coffee, going on long walks classifies (in jack’s mind) as dating. so when bitty gets asked out, jack cannot believe the b e t r ay a l! we’re dating bitty! just read this and be happy :)
considering how popular this fic is it actually sat open in a tab for a looong loooooong time just bc…well… it’s 285,748 words. im an all or nothing girl as in i once read the entire maze runner trilogy in one night so i had to find the right time
first of all: angst. second of all: angst. third of all: ….. u guessed it… angst. BUT don’t worry, for every drop of angst there’s a metro-fucking-ton of smut and sweetness :)))) ;))) what this fic does brilliantly is create an OMC that is at the forefront of the story and do it seamlessly. this is a pretty iconic fic and tbh im definitely not one for fics longer than 100k but this was a fuckin’ beaut man
oh god this was P A I N F U L but in a very beautiful way??? (that’s how u know the writing was siCK) ambiguously happy ending but tbh in the end this fic is really just abt the unspoken quiet truth of being in love, of loving, of being human just lke Fffffffuck me up
not usually a big fan of soulmate aus but what i love about this fic is the pacing and even tho soulmate aus where seeing your soulmate = seeing color for the first time isn’t totally new this felt super fresh and original!
aw MAN this gave me the feeeeeels. established relationship but jack is not out, it’s a bit angsty but the jack perspective is just so gooood
EXTRA: It all started with a big Russian hockey player calling a small cat-loving hockey player a rat. You either h8 it or u luv it. In my case, I Love it, capital L, so enjoy: Alexei “Tater” Mashkov/Kent Parson
Kent has been telling himself a story, ever since the Q. It’s the epic story of Parse and Zimms, and he’s in love with it. // this fic is specifically meant for patater newbies and this fic does an amazing job of showing why kent and alexei just make sense. its honestly a Blessing.
lmao im gonna be 90 years old and still reccing Febricant’s fics…for real when i saw they wrote patater i was like…no..im dreaMing…or im dead? is . is heaven?? rlly unique approach to how she gets them together and gr8 build up :)))) Bless Febricant
Walking down the hallway, fresh out of the shower, I
started having second thoughts. I wondered if it was such a good idea to
try to seduce my Dad. I’d been flirting, and teasing him for weeks. And
now, walking down the hallway, soaking wet and wrapped in a towel, I
was really starting to consider that I might actually fuck my Dad. With
every step, my legs got weaker. And my pussy got wetter.
into his room. The door was open so I didn’t bother knocking. He was at
his desk, doing some last minute stuff for work. “Hi Daddy” I said in a sing-soggy voice. He turned his head and looked at me. After a quick
moment of him eyeing my towel covered body, he smiled. His smile
immediately melted me, and all my second thoughts evaporated.
“Hey there, cupcake.” He said cheerfully. “Have a good shower?”
hesitated for a moment as I recalled myself in the shower only 10
minutes about, furiously fingering myself through two orgasms. I
smirked. “It was really good Dad.”
“Good. So do you have any plans
for tonight?” I could see him shift in his chair uncomfortably. After
teasing him so much, having me standing in his room almost naked might
have been getting to him. “Your Mom wont be home till late. We could
order out, or we could…” I couldn’t even hear him. His voice echoed in
my mind but I couldn’t hear the words. My breathing was getting heavy,
and I couldn’t wait any longer.
In the middle of his sentence I
released the towel that shielded my naked body, allowing it to unwrap
from around me and fall to the floor.
He sat there, unable to
finish his sentence. He looked at me for what felt like forever, but was
really only a couple seconds. My skin burned everywhere his eyes
wandered, and my pussy dripped. He snapped out of his shock and
confusion, slamming his eyes shut. “Jesus Marie. Put your towel back
on!” He shifted in his chair again.
My throat was dry as I spoke back to him. “No, Daddy. I need this.”
“You need this? Need what?” He asked, his voice flustered.
need you to look at me, Dad.” My voice was unsteady as I spilled
everything. “All the flirting, and the teasing. Did you think I didn’t
know I was doing it?” His hand dropped, and he looked at me. His eyes
didn’t wander, they met mine and were fixated there. “I’ve seen how you
look at me, and it makes me wet, Dad. When I’m alone, I think of you.
When I’m with my boyfriend, I think of you. I hear you fuck Mom
sometimes, and I imagine myself in Moms place.” My composure began to
unravel the more I spoke. My voice was a nervous mess. “I’m giving
myself to you, Dad. Please…”
He leaned back in his chair, looking
me in the eyes for a long while before they began to linger down my
body. I watched as he drank in every inch and curve. My face went red as
he stared intently at my body. I blushed more when I noticed he wasn’t
trying to hide the growing erection in his pants. The silence was
deafening when he finally spoke, his voice unsure. “Are you sure this is
what you want?”
I bit my lip, and nodded confidently.
slowly reached for the zipper of his slacks. My spine shivered as I
watched him slide it down. “Your mother can never know about this…” I
smiled, almost crying, as I agreed. He reached in, and grabbed his cock,
pulling it out. It stood proudly, straight up out of his pants. My once
dry mouth was now watering in anticipation. I stepped forward, kneeling
down in front of him. I locked eyes with him, and he gave me a
reassuring smile. “I never thought this would happen…”
“I did.” I said as I reached forward and took his cock in my quivering hand.
moaned as my fingers wrapped around him. “I don’t want this to change
anything. You still mean everything to me, cupcake.” My pussy tingled.
He still used the pet-name he gave to me when I was little, even while I
was touching his cock. I kept my eyes on his and smiled wide.
“I love you too, Dad.” I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around him,
-He would constantly forget things -Like you would remind him all the time and he’ll be like “yeah, jagiya I’ll do it later” -And he fucking wouldn’t -One time he left you at the shopping mall, got all the way home and you had to call to ask if he was forgetting something -He made up for it with tons of cuddles and forehead kisses though -He’s always buying you food and recommending the best places to eat -As soon as you mention your weight or the word ‘diet’ he would pout and tell you that you’re beautiful -He would try to be the small spoon even though he’s taller -He would literally squish himself into a tiny ball so that you would have to be the big spoon -He pouts when he wants something or if you ignore him -Clingy AF -Never stops touching you -Cuddles for days -You guys never fight cause he’s just too cute for that -His morning voice is so raspy like…ugh -SWEATER PAW COUPLE -Kinky AF -The kinks were your fault but Jimin was always up for it ;) -Both of you have ugly selfie battles -See who can take the ugliest picture of each other -Involves tackling each other to the ground and tickling until the other person gives in -Jimin was always the first to give in -Jimin has a ticklish stomach -You love Jimin whether he has abs or a chubby belly -SPANKING -This was only supposed to be a few bulletpoints..oops -I’ll end it with a cute chimchim pic -Enjoy
“Azriel’s head lifted from where he was sprawled in his own blood, eyes full of rage and pain as he snarled at the king, ‘Don’t you touch her.’ Mor looked at Azriel – and there was real fear there. Fear – and something else. She didn’t stop moving until she again kneeled beside him and pressed a hand to his wound. Azriel hissed – but covered her bloody fingers with his own.”
Okay this is kind of long I’ve probably
repeated the same words a few dozen time and made a ton of grammatical mistakes
AND I use too many comma’s but this is my first time writing smut and like,
third time writing anything at all really so maybe I get a free pass. P.s the
intro is v boring so pls try to ignore that.Also, remember kids, consent it
Y/N knew Klaus Mikaelson well. In fact, she knew him a little
too well. It began the way things like this usually do. He was gorgeous- and he
was interested. And Y/N never had been one to decline good sex. And god, was it
good. He was rough and wild and dominant and she was deliriously addicted. And
she hated it, that she needed him. She Hated the way he touched her, and the
way he held her. But most of all, she hated how good it felt.
But the hybrid screwed
up, out of force of habit, really. He said some things and broke other things,
seething in irrational jealousy. When she asked him to get out of her sight, he
did, but not without claiming that she would come running back to him. Three
months later, she still hadn’t. And while Klaus had tried to change her mind quite a few times, she was adamant.
And it was driving him mad.
So when he heard that Rebekah had invited her with them to
another one of Marcel’s famous fundraisers, he knew he had to take advantage of
it. He and Marcellus had already arrived at Y/N’s doorstep in a limo with half
a dozen or so of his daywalkers when she stepped out her house, a vision in a salmon
coloured satin cami dress and black heels, an encrusted choker adorning her
neck. The driver got out and opened the door for her when she saw a certain
hybrid waiting inside. ’Rebekah had to get to the party a little earlier than
planned to handle some business. She sent us to pick you up, so let’s get on
with it, shall we?’ He spoke smugly, his calculating eyes taking her in. She
stared him down coldly before stepping into the limo to find a place to sit
down, when marcel spoke up. ’right, about that- we had a slight miscalculation
when guessing if everyone would be able to fit in this thing. So you’re gonna
have to sit on someone’s lap.’
‘You’re kidding me right?’ Y/N asked, dumbfounded. ‘unfortunately
not, darling.’ Klaus mused. ‘I volunteer’ hooted one of marcels vampires, wolf
whistling but he shut up when both Klaus and Y/N glared at him. Klaus then looked back at Y/N.
’come on love, are you afraid you won’t be able to contain yourself?’ He
smirked, knowing she wouldn’t refuse a chance to prove him wrong. Y/N huffed as
she gave up and seated herself on Klaus’s lap. Then she leaned back against his
neck, her hot breath fanning his ear. ‘I
hate you.’ she whispered. Klaus just smiled as he passed her a glass of
champagne. ‘sure you do, love’
A few minutes into the ride Y/N had been introduced to everyone
and was enjoying the music and conversation when she felt Klaus’s hand graze
her knee. It travelled up from her lower thigh to come to rest on the seam of
her dress and he could feel her skin tensing under his touch. ‘Anything the
problem love? You seem quite… tense’
he whispered, smirking. ‘Not at all. I’m fine’ she replied coolly, while
reaching up to grab his hand. She shifted in his lap, slowly grinding her
backside on him. With everyone busy clinking their glasses against each other’s,
no one seemed to notice. ‘what about you, are you alright?’ she spoke, a wicked
smile on her face as she traced the back of his hand with her fingers while her
other hand reached to rest on his knee.She could feel him pressing against her
rear, His member hardening at her actions. She looked back at him, pleased with
herself. Klaus stared back at her, his lips pressed together and eyes clouded
with lust. ‘Y/N, love, what do you think you are doing?’ he asked, his voice
coarse. ‘just finishing what you started’ she replied, feigning innocence as
she shifted again to press her derriere against his manhood. Klaus let out a
low growl, placing his hands firmly on her hips while leaning down to press his
lips on the base of her neck and working his way upwards. He nibbled at the rim
of her ear, sending shivers down her body. ‘I knew you’d come back for more’ He
murmurs in her ear, proud of his accomplishment. ‘you just can’t seem to stay
away..’ He continued
Y/N suddenly jerked her body away from the hybrid, taking in
heavy breaths to ground herself. ‘fuck.’ She sighed, running her hands through
her hair just as the limo slowed to a stop. She turned to look at a confused
Klaus. ‘You almost had me there. Almost.’ she stated as the driver opens the
door and she gets out. Still slightly surprised by the swift change of events,
Klaus follows her through the gates of the party but she soon disappears into
the crowd, leaving him angry and frustrated. He scans the masses of sweating,
huddled bodies to find her dancing carelessly with another man while she downs
yet another glass of champagne. Jealousy seething through him, he grabs the
first woman the comes at him, attacking her neck with sloppy kisses while
making sure Y/N notices. She does. But jealousy has never been her game. Her
attention is more focused on the gentleman with his arms around her waist head
in the crook of her neck. 15 or more minutes of the torturous attempts to guile
Y/N to him, Klaus gives up. He drags the girl at his arm to a dark corner and
compels her to be quiet while he bites into her neck, drinking from her while
her body struggles to push him off. When he’s had his fill, He drops her on the
ground, knowing Marcel’s minions would take care of it. He wipes his mouth with
his sleeve, not bothering to clean up and steps back into the raving party just
in time to see Y/N leaving with some man through the back door, her lips on
his, his hands roaming around her body. Anger boiled up in his body as he tears
through the lumps of people to the opposite side on the room where Y/N was. He
opens the door, which lets out into some back alley, to find Y/N pressed up against
a wall, with another man’s lips on hers, hands wandering her gripping her waist.
Now fuming, Klaus flew in a rage towards the fellow, pulling him off of her. ‘what
the fuck, man-’ He started as Klaus shut him up, veins under his eyes as he
compelled him ‘Leave.’ He growled.
Y/N stood back, shocked. ‘what in the hell do you think you’re
doing, Klaus?’ she spat, bringing her hand up to comb through her now messy
hair. Klaus approached her, his stance atrocious as he grabbed her by the
throat. ‘leave him be, love..’ he
hummed. ‘we both know I can take care of you in ways that a human like him
cannot even grasp..’ he mumbled against her neck, leaving stray kisses up and
down her throat. ‘N-Nik..’ Y/N mumbled, barely audible to human ears with the
loud music blaring in the background. ‘what is it,love? Do you want me to stop?’
He grinned, gratified by the effect he had on her. ‘yes.’ She stated firmly, but the moan escaping her lips in the end
stated otherwise. ‘get off of me’ she whispered feebly, pressing her palms
against his chest to drive him off her. He pushed her back against the brick
wall, continuing his advances on her, his lips wandering lower still and his free
hand slipping under her dress. Y/N sighed lightly in pleasure, Her body
rebelling against her instincts. He placed butterfly kisses on the top of her
breasts, the hand on her throat leaving to slip off her dress strap and then
going right back to her throat. He trailed kisses along the valley of her
breasts, nipping and sucking at her flesh. Y/N was a hot mess by now, melting
into his very touch, writhing and moaning. ‘Klaus.. don’t..I-ugh, fuck.’ Klaus came back up to face her. ‘
you can rave and push me off all you want, love, but we both know I am the only
one who can please you like you need it.’ She looked at him. A lamp lit up the
otherwise dark alley, yellow shadows falling on his lashes, the bridge of his
nose, his lips. He was beautiful. ‘you
need to be shown your place, you need to be dominated.’ He said, his lips
dangerously close to hers. ‘ so admit it, Y/N or I can leave you here,
flustered, aroused.’ He whispered,
hot air leaving his lips and hitting hers. She struggles to get words out of
her mouth, her breath stuck in her throat. ‘I
need you’ she uttered, and Klaus’
mouth turned into a lopsided grin. ‘good.’
He whispered, before placing his lips on hers, traces of blood still left on
them for Y/n to taste. His hand strayed to the back of her head, grabbing her
by the hair, continuing to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe. ‘I knew you’d
come around, pet ‘ He whispered
His teeth nipping at her jaw, making goose bumps rise all over
her skin. His other hand hiking her dress up past her hips and then reaching
back to grab her ass. He then let go of her hair, bringing his hand down to cup
her tits and he worked teasingly on her collar bone, no doubt leaving hickeys
to mark her as his. His rolled her left nipple between his thumb and
forefinger, while taking the other in his mouth. Y/N moaned in pleasure,
arching her back to grind on his mouth. Klaus’ right hand brushed against her
inner thighs, then back to the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers
around her the soft material, pulling them down in one swift motion. His
fingers slowly, teasingly rubbed her pussy lips, his middle finger slipping
between her folds to graze against her clit Klaus let go of her breasts, receiving
whimpers of complaint from Y/N, which soon stopped as he knelt on the ground,
littering chaste kisses all over her inner thighs. ‘mmhfh’ Y/n groaned, pushing her hips towards his face. ‘Klaus, please’ she begged. Klaus growled,
grabbing her by the hips. ‘patience, love.’ He stated, as he placed his tongue
on her aching core, sucking softly and spots he knew made her weak. Y/n let out
stray sounds of pleasure, unable to contain herself as he continued to
alternate between kitten licking and sucking on her clit. She had missed this,
his mouth on her. She had missed him. He
slurped at her pussy, lapping up her juices, his right hand reaching down to
rub lightly on her clit while he fucked her with his tongue. Strangled words
left her mouth ‘Oh, oh my god, nik’ she cried out. Klaus then withdrew his
mouth from her vulva, earning a groan of dismay from Y/n, but she dare not
question him. He got up, his fingers still working on her clit and leaned in to
kiss her, so she could taste herself.
Y/n got bold herself, undoing the buttons on his shirt and
sliding her hands on his toned torso. He kept rubbing lightly on her swollen
nub as she undid his belt and pants. Klaus’ manhood strained against his boxers
as Y/n stroked him through them with one hand, the other resting on his waist. She
slipped her hand under the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down,
pumping his length rhythmically. Klaus, now growing impatient, hooked one arm
around Y/n’s waist as the other lifted the her leg, prompting her to wrap both
legs around his waist as he entered her. ‘fuck’ she groaned, as he filled her
up, stretching her walls as she wrapped her arms around his neck for support.
Klaus started with steady thrusts while attacking her neck and throat with his
mouth, making her feel hot all over. She could feel her nipples harden against
the fabric of her dress as she let out desperate moans of pleasure with each
thrust. Y/n threw her head back, giving easier access to Klaus while grinding into
his body. ‘you feel so fucking good’ she cried, squeezing her eyes shut. Klaus
grunted in reply, biting at her skin, making her clench around him. She tangled
her fingers in Klaus’ hair. ‘I’m- I’m so fucking close i-‘ she pulled at the
blonde, curly strands in between her fingers. Klaus then pulled out of her
almost completely, sliding his tip on her slit before thrusting his cock back
inside her, bringing his hips to meet hers. He continued the torturous actions
until Y/n couldn’t take it anymore. ‘ Klaus, please.’ ‘please what, sweetheart?’ he spoke, the smug smirk still
on his lips as sweat beaded his forehead. ‘please, go faster and deeper and i-
shit’ she gasped, as he thrusted roughly into her again. ‘you’re so pretty when
you’re begging, love’ he said, making you bite your lip. He hit a certain spot
inside you and you inhaled sharply, her nails digging into his shoulders and
back arching into him. ‘right there?’ he asked, his tone breathless, but still
smug. She nodded your head rapidly, unable to make a sound. she pulled him in
for a deep, desperate kiss, as he held on tighter to your waist, steading
himself as he pumped into her at a faster pace to bring them both closer to
orgasm. They both moaned into the kiss, and Y/n felt Klaus twitch inside her
when she felt her own toes curl, before releasing into waves of pleasure and
bliss, as he did the same, inside her. They both pant, breathless, pulling away
from each other as their moans die down. Still out of breath, Y/n leans her
head back into the wall before looking back at Klaus again. ‘I still hate you.’
She whispers. Klaus smirks at her.
Holtzmann doesn’t date. It never works out for her. There are women, sure. She craves touch. Loves feeling wanted. Loves flirting so much. But she learned early on that when she lets a girl into her life - that girl very quickly wants to change her. Calm her down. Make her start using safety lights. And so after a few tries that end in sleepless nights and broken hearts - whirlwind weeks of sex that bleed slowly and horribly into “do you have to be so loud?” “Can’t you calm down?” “My friends are going to think your so weird ugh.” “Don’t say anything to my parents. Just sit next to me and enjoy this free dinner they’re buying. Please.” “Holtzmann, please.” She stops trying. She just stops.
But Erin Gilbert. Erin Gilbert watches her hands fly from tool to tool as she works and it’s not because she knows they can make her feel good. Jillian knows this because they haven’t even touched. She doesn’t know if Erin wants her but she knows Erin watches, and she is scared. So scared that she is in love.
Until she notices Erin laughing, beaming at her when she dances. Not even scolding her when she hangs upside down from her bed, nearly cracks her head wide open. Erin Gilbert brings her snacks and bandages her up and watches Star Wars with her. Even though - she confesses - she doesn’t like the movies that much. Erin blushes when she acts shocked. Erin asks her about her music. Erin brushes purposely against her bare arms when she wears tank tops. Makes her shiver and duck her head and hope. And hope.
When Erin Gilbert finally kisses her - her overalls covered in grease, a blowtorch still active in her hand- Jillian Holtzmann feels more like herself than she has ever been. She feels like the sun.
Shownu; It was just some random night when you decided to give Shownu some reward. At first he’d be startled to be honest but when you start doing your moves, he’d be pretty turned on that he’d lick his lips constantly while eyeing you out. He’d be turned on an instant that you’d be able to see his growing bulge. To be honest, he’d let you do your thing until you finish. And once you’re finished, you better prepare yourself since you have to take responsibility for what you’ve just done,well he’s pretty turned on he needs to give you a reward and it’ll be a sleepless night since he’d be making love with you until 3AM i guess?
“*sexy music starts playing* Baby, take a seat first. *you slowly trace your fingers on his chest before gently pushing him towards the chair that you’ve prepared in the middle of your bedroom*”
“O-oh, what’s this? *flushed*”
“A reward for my ever loving boyfriend. Now, eyes on me baby. *bites lower lip and starts doing your thing*”
Wonho; When the music started once he sat his ass down on the chair, he knew what was up and he’d be really ecstatic about it. Wonho would be restless on his seat when you start doing this lap grind. He’d be biting his lips, holding back the moans when he felt yours touch his crotch. But then, Wonho would also get pretty impatient that he would actually stop you mid-way through the ending. When you’d start doing the body slide, he would totally lose it and would crash his lips on yours, hungrily tasting you before throwing you on the bed. you better be ready to have those clothes thrown on the ground *wink*
“are you sure you want to do this baby? *growls as his lustful eyes eyes you up and down*”
“oh, heck yes, baby. *you whisper on his ear before moving your hips in a circular motion*”
“*groans* ugh… just you wait.. i’m gonna make you scream my name so hard that you’d lose your voice tomorrow… *licks his lips as he tries to calm his beating heart*”
Minhyuk; Minhyuk was pretty tired out by his schedule but when he came home with you pushing him on a chair with such provoking outfit washed those feelings away as he starts to get excited about this. He’d be so serious that he’d be eating you out in his mind, his eyes totally eyeing you out while you do you moves. When you pushed your breasts towards his face, you’d be startled when he’d suddenly lick it don’t try him he’s gonna flip the table.And before you could even finish your lap dance, he’d be the one who’s gonna be giving you some lap dance baby before he proceeds in bringing you to the bed, totally giving you pleasure until you’re tired out.
“Do you like what you’re seeing, baby? *seductively licks your lips while walking closer to him*”
“Mmmm. I don’t like it.. I love it baby, so fcking love it. *watches you with lustful eyes*”
“Well then… *puts your hands behind on the chair for support, standing in between his legs before pushing your breasts into his face, only to be startled when he licks it* B-babe!”
Kihyun; The two of you were having some time together and since it’s been a while, you decided to give him some lovely performance. By the minute he sat down on the chair, he’d be totally turned on to see you on the black lacy lingerie he gave you and he’d be 10x turned on when you started doing knee strokes on him. Well, it’d be so clear that he’d be so turned on when you don’t see his smile on his face anymore,as it’s going to be replaced by a serious look, mouth slightly ajar and his eyes totally fixed on you and your body. When you bring yourself closer to him, he’d be body worshiping you with his hands sneakily giving those sensitive parts a touch. Just be warned that you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day after you know *wink*
“You look fcking amazing babe, and I love it when it gives me a view of those plump breasts of yours. *shakily breaths out as he pulls you closer to him*”
“Calm down, baby, you’re gonna get a taste of this later. *pushes his hands away before doing circular motions on his lap*”
“*moans so hard that it’d make you wet in an instant* Ugh, baby, don’t stop….. *eyes fixed on yours while licking his lips*”
Hyungwon; It was after a formal dinner when you decided to give this boy some reward for being a good boy. The moment you stripped of your dress, revealing a lingerie, he’d be looking at you with that look in the gif while he watches you start doing your thing. He’d be totally in control with his emotions as he just let you do your thing despite doing such sinful acts. But once he thinks that it’s his turn to give you some pleasure, he’d actually time it when you up close to him before he crashes his lips on yours, with his arm wrapped around your waist and hand playing with your nipples. And it’d end up with the two of you on bed, moaning each other’s name.
“Oh, just keep that coming baby. *whispers as you start to grind in between his legs*”
“*does another move and another and another and another for 5 minutes*”
“*sees you pull your body towards him; quickly wraps his arm around your waist and crashes his lips on yours, making it into a heated make out until the two of you are now in bed*”
Jooheon; Man, Jooheon would be loving it. He would let you do your thing until how long you want it to be. But don’t be surprised to see him look at you while biting his lips from time to time. His breath would be so uneven since he’d be so freaking turned out that his bulge would be there to say hi to you despite being under his jogging pants. But then when you’’re doing a move that he really loves, he’d keep you on the place while running his hands down on your thighs before letting out a loud moan. When you finally decide to end the lap dance, Jooheon would just pull you into his lap before taking you in here and there.
“Baby, that was freaking awesome. *he whispers as he pulls you into his lap, his arms snaking around you waist.*”
“*sits on his lap without hesitation* Yeah? Well, what are you waiting for baby? I’m all yours.”
“*smirks before hungrily crashes his lips onto yours*”
Changkyun; This boy would not to miss a thing. He’d have his phone up by the minute you start dancing and despite having his phone recording every single thing you do, he’d still have his eyes fixed on you and your body. You were just wearing some white beater and boxers without any bra on but Changkyun would also be turned on and would be so frustrated at how hot you looked to be honest. And once he thinks that he’s caught enough, he’d throw his phone away before going all in on you. And from time to time, you’d be able to see him smirk at you.
“Dang baby, no bra on? *glances on his phone to check if it’s high resolution*”
“*ignores him and continues to do your thing, only to make him more frustrated*”
“Okay, you know what… I’ve recorded a good amount of you lap dancing… *throws his phone away before pulling you into his lap and makes you do your thing*”
As I was younger, I met a boy. Deep, deep in forest he lived in a cave, high up in the mountains. He was feared by his power, his long, sharp fangs, dark eyes, his animalistic behavior and hair, that was long and untamed. Wolf boy, that’s what my village called him. This boy was cold and forceful in everything he did, though he had a soft side. I saw it, once. I hated the narrow minded community in my home town, so I fled in the deep green of the nature to escape shallowness for a minute and explore reality in its purest form. The deeper I got into the forest, the more attention I gathered, by one specific creature. This was the first time that I met this boy. He was in my age and he asked me what I wanted here. I saw that he was careful with human beings - since he was something oddly different, I do not know till now if he was a spirit or guardian of the nature or just returned to the wild - but I saw that he had interest as well. The interest and fascination with the tiny amount of fear the both of us had grew to friendship, and soon, as I turned 18 I realized that I fell in love with this boy and the boy fell in love with me. The wolf boy remarked constantly that I was pure fascination, he could not stop thinking about the words I say, the actions I did, my face - not even at night. But the love took an ugly end. Though our relationship was a big adventure itself since the both of us were from another world, he kept tyrannizing my home town. He said it gave him joy and excitement and that I was just too prude and his pride did not let him feel just a little bit empathy for me. I tried convincing him to stay with me. We could have gone somewhere else, live in another small village together and just keep contact with my family since I loved them - but his raw love decided to turn against me. I turned to to his enemy and I became ‘one of them’. From this day on, he left the forest he lived in and I miss him still.’
Taurus: I am what they call a ‘femme fatale’ or, if you like, a maneater.
I do not know my purpose, I honestly am as clueless as the poor creatures which soul I take every night.
One day, I woke up, laying on a cold ground and the only thing that was in the room with me has been this giant mirror. I looked at myself. It is not like I had a life in the past or was I plainly made like this? Made for this life? I do not know. I just know that my full lips and curves are hypnotizing them and my deep, brown eyes are grabbing them so tightly, none of them would ever be able to forget me. And that is a fact. None of these men ever forgot me. Me or my voice, my soothing laugh and light touches. They bought me red dresses made out of fine silk, the wrote letters, telling me how they missed my soft, sun kissed skin. I loved that. Somehow it was nice to be spoiled. I drank the best champagne, ate the most exotic fruits and had my senses pleased by every good willed or desperate soul that crossed my way.
That was my life before I got rejected. Rejected by a guy, so simple and dull looking, ugh, it gives me headaches just thinking about it. “I don’t want your company”, he said and ignored me. He even looked into my eyes but was still not reacting. Wasn’t I something different? Wasn’t I the demon that visited them every night just to slowly kill them? “Do you tell me, I am not appealing?” He dared to nod. “Yes.” I noticed how my real raging, evil nature wanted to show itself but I gritted my teeth and went back to my apartment.
Hadn’t I everything I needed for them to fall in love with me? Wasn’t that what I was made for? As I cried hysterically, I noticed a little piece of paper lying on my desk. A little bit confused I picked it up and read the short sentence written on it. ‘Look in the mirror’, it said. Suddenly I was scared. What was that supposed to mean? A joke of some guy that in the end turned out to be vengeful, huh? So I looked into the mirror. And in front of me was an old woman. The woman was not ugly, but she did pass her best years in life already. I screamed and out of shock I threw the mirror to the ground, it shattered and little pieces of glass flew to my feet. I threw every mirror out of my house.
What if it hasn’t been their souls keeping me alive? It doesn’t matter, because I refuse to believe that this is me.
Gemini: I remember
that my grandma told me many stories as I was younger. She told me a lot of her
childhood, especially about her school time. Every dinner at her house ended
with tears of laughter because of the memories she shared with us. One day
though, she told me something I couldn’t believe at all. It was at her 74th
birthday, the last birthday we celebrated with her. “As I
was younger, there was not much to laugh about, I know, it doesn’t seem like it
sometimes, but the times were harder than now, we had no time to be kids. And
as I turned 14, I was an adult in the eyes of my parents. One day as I sneaked
out of the house to play with a friend of mine - I wasn’t allowed to go out
because I had to tidy up the house, but oh well, I didn’t felt like doing so
this day - when I noticed that there was
a new family that moved in the house that was empty for years. I was and still
am very curious, so I observed it all a bit. The family seemed regular, nothing
really special, but the older brother out o these two - he was sixteen if I remember
correctly - he was special. I don’t know what he was but for me he was a magician. No, something higher, like a chosen one. A
story teller from another world. Since I was a polite girl I asked him if he
want to play something outside - or if he wants me to show him the neighborhood
- and soon the boy called Josh turned out to be my vanishing point, because the
things he told me…they became real.” As my grandmother told me that I
was highly alarmed. Maybe she was not right in the head because of her age, but
then again she never showed any kind of symptoms or has been seriously ill. So
I kept on listening and what she told me was unbelievable.
“ One day he asked me to close my eyes while he wanted to tell me a story
he just heard and really liked. I did, since I did not see any harm in it and
as his words - so full of energy and life - reached me, I felt a mildly stronger
wind soothing me. “Open your eyes, carefully and don’t panic”, he
told me and I literally could hear his grin. I was in a land mad out of clouds and
everything gold, the sky was bright and blue, but somehow you could see the
stars, planets, the moon and the sun. Even the earth. “What is
that?!”, I asked as I started to feel anxious but he just kept smiling and
told me that this was his own world. Well, from this point it was our world.
Every day we tried to meet and every day we could imagine and create the world like
we wanted. A world where we fought pirats like they did in Neverland and we talked to animals and I gained all kind of secrets the nature there bared. He was from another universe. He taught me everything beautiful and
the power of imagination. If it wasn’t real of course. But one day as we actually wanted to meet again, he and his family strangely disappeared. As I
asked the neighbors and my parents, they told us they never heard of their name
Cancer: You were
innocence and brutality. You were the only sanity I had and somehow nothing but
distraction of my mind. As I saw you the first time everything turned quiet and
everything turned grey, except you. You shined in every color and my heard
started bumping for the first time in years. I never talked to you, but
sometimes I watched you reading your book in the middle of the class as you
couldn’t care less about math and in the breaks you walked behind the school
building with your friends and smoked a cigarette after another until there was
no time left and you came late to almost every lesson and you smelled like
smoke but that was okay. You kind of made me like this smell. You were the giant
waves burying me every night as I realized it will never work out but you also
were the gentle breeze at the beach in the afternoon as I sat down by the shore
and thought about us - looking at each other and not even realizing what the
other one thinks.
My heart ached just thinking about you and I flee into a world of lucid
dreaming, lilac and pink toned skies with orange clouds adorning them, and I
flee into a world filled with anxiety and fear of never being yours because I
need you, but I guess you never thought about being with me. I search for
broken sea shells because they remind me of something I wished to be, a
thought, a wish, that was meant to fail from the beginning,
I wonder what I reminded you of me. Maybe I was only the boy who had math and history
with you. Maybe I reminded you of nothing at all.
Maybe I was never a part of your world.
Leo: Every night I walk up the sky. A ladder out of clouds appears in front of my window, I open it and make my way up to the sky where I will find the most bright and shimmering stars out of all. They are made out of something we human beings describe as ‘stardust’, but do you know what stardust is, actually? No, and I no clue either, but sometimes, when you look someone and you share a deep, mutual feeling? Like love, joy, or even sadness? That’s how it looks like. I know, I know, it is complicated. But, every time i look at you I hope I will see this kind of shimmering in them, because your deep, brown eyes remind me of the darkness of the night sky and every night when I climb to the stars I sit among them and watch you having the most vivid dreams. Sometimes they are happy dreams, sometimes they are full of disturbing images, so horrific that I take a little bit of the golden dust and let it trickle onto you. And when you wake up and we see each other at the bus station I see you smile, no dark circles under your eyes: you must have slept well. You know, up there in the sky is a castle, the night told me it was created for me, and it is made out of gold and silver, jewels, little opals and rubies that are illuminating the walls and window sills and the ceiling is painted and the most glorious pictures are placed on it, like Michelangelo himself visited the dream castle. And on the ground made out of marble I dance, every night. All alone, once in a while in beautiful clothes made out of silk and satin but mostly in my casual clothes, like you tend to see me every day in. The instruments play on their own and I sing to the music. Everything is shining and my heart is pumping and you do smile at me from time to time but my heart feels very heavy, you have to know. I show you, I really do show you that you are blessed with the beauty of the stars but I am afraid and maybe asking you if you need money for food in school or telling you that I like your sense of humor isn’t enough. Because I climb up to the stars for years now, the stars that do greed me once in a while, but do not love me as much as I wish you to love me. I dance alone, all alone in this castle and I cry all alone on this castle. Maybe one day, you will dance with me.
Virgo: I was working for this family my whole life, since my little body was fished out of the lake by our dearest Lord, I was forever deeply indebted to him and his family. I was happy I could for such an honorable family. I was glad that I had something that I was able to call ‘home’. A bed. Some books. Education - not the highest, but enough. And a perspective. As a person maiden I was everything that the younger woman in the village sometimes wished to be: the true hidden gem in the most respected household in the country. But there was something missing. I looked at my shaking hands as I was washing the dirty clothes of my Lord’s wife. Suddenly, the water turned red. I felt a stinging sensation on my hands and pulled them out quickly, furrowing my brows I looked at them. They bled. It felt so wrong. Those hands that already looked like the one of a 50 years old, even though I would celebrate my 21th birthday this year. There was nothing I could truly give. From the bottom of my heart. There was nothing. Out of nowhere, a light touch on my shoulder gave me a shiver. It was the Lord’s oldest son. “You, it’s late, go, get some sleep, let others finish it.” I wanted to protest - kindly of course - but he saw right through me. “You’ve done enough today. You deserve to rest - but let me help you with your hands first.” He smiled gently and his almond eyes gave me a feeling o security and warmth. “Thank you.” From this moment on, I felt devoted to the son, it was a love made out of thankfulness and pure adoration. The Lord’s eldest son did not even care about my being and the effort I did, but he was gentle and not too harsh as some people here were. In special occasions he even asked for advice. I was able to give him a piece of my views and believes and he kindly treasured my words. I cried happy tears as my love’s wedding took place and I was allowed to give my opinion on the decoration and wedding theme. My love was unrequited but it was honest till the end.
Libra: “My dear son, what are you looking at again?”, the father asked as he washed the dishes. They just finished breakfast. His thoughts being interrupted, the boy blinked before turning to his father. “I’m sorry father, I will help you instantly.” “You know, looking out of the window every day isn’t good, you will lose your sense for reality.” The son thought about this statement the whole day and the day after and even the day after that. “Why should I stay inside and help my father with his work? I am a living being after all. After all, I…I do feel as well.” The wooden boy went to the window in his bedroom and saw the neighbor girl, picking some flowers, probably for her ill grandmother. Once in a while when he was allowed to go out for a walk he chatted with her a bit - she was bubbly, but after all very soft and kind. Some people were fascinated by him, some told his father he should sell him to a museum or let scientist examine him, in the end no one knew how his father made the wooden boy come alive. And then there were people that were deeply afraid of him, calling him words like ‘monster’ or ‘accident’. “Oh my dear son, do not listen. You may think a little bit too rational sometimes, but after all you just came to live a few months ago - you still need to learn and learning is one of the most common, human things on earth.” Yes, that indeed was true, but his father never saw what was going on inside his wooden heart. He was feeling like everyone else did. He wanted to help others, he wanted to socialize, but every time he gave, no one wanted to give this mutual feeling back - the feeling of someone special by his side was just too good to be true. This neighbor girl was the only one daring to talk to him and she even went picking flowers with him. The wooden boy was kind, talked politely and with his natural charm a fairy blessed him with the night he came alive, made her feel comfortable - the girl became special to him. One day though he saw the girl kissing a for him unknown boy. “What..what is that kind of feeling?”, he asked irritated and his father answered with the word: “heartbreak”. The wooden boy went to the shore a few days after that and with a wooden boat he made his way to somewhere else. “Pinocchio, where are you going?”, asked the sea concerned. The wooden boy did not know. “I guess I am made out of driftwood”, he answered.
Scorpio: We sat by the shore and the setting sun let the world look even duller as it already was. His eyes searched for a fixed point, somewhere at the endless horizon, he always did that. Somehow, he never seemed to find one. Sometimes it got really quiet among the both of us. But it was pleasant. There were the crashing waves, the endless screaming of the sea gulls and the howling of the cold, hard wind. But it was pleasant. Somehow everything was pleasant. He was there and every inch of my body was filled with a vivid, magnetic feeling, I wanted to get closer to him, but I never knew if I wasn’t already close enough. I was attached. Attached by one accidental, simple stroke of his warm hand when we walked through the city, attached by his deep, blue eyes and every time I looked at them I felt as I was jumping into ice cold water. He had a last drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the waves. They devoured it. “What are you looking at all the time, are you searching for a fixed point?”, I asked simply and watched the cigarette swimming on the surface. He smiled shortly, lowering his eyes, before they moved to me. And it was quiet again. This pleasuring silence, and I knew he thought about something. There was something odd about his stare but in a good way. He smiled again before answering. “There’s no need for that, when you already have one, isn’t it.” I was too scared to say something, I was too scared to ask if it was me. Because I knew that he was mine fixed point. This love was like waves pulling me closer to the muddy ground, but I loved the coldness of the sea because he himself was the warmth that greeted me when I made it back to the shore once in a while. I really wanted me to be his everything, just as he was mine.
“I once had a bird. It was the most beautiful,splendid bird I have ever seen, never ever had mother nature created such a beauty again. Once in a while, your eyes catch something so oddly beautiful, you just have to capture it. With his bright and shimmering feathers as it sat there on a branch. As it preened it feathers, I slowly crept up on it, taking my camera and took a picture. It stopped as it heard the clicking noise, but did not flew away. I had the feeling it looked at me, saw right through me. At this moment I thought this bird was new. A new species. I could give it a name, this majestic creature, I could make it my own. From this moment on I investigated all my time observing the time, drawing it, noting down some of my newest observations and thoughts to gain as much knowledge as I could get. But next to it desire to fly all the time, it sang. Often and passionately. Maybe it called a mate. Or some other bird of its species, male or female - it did not matter. Another thing I noticed was, that it was not a timid animal - no, in fact it liked to present itself - but it really had no place to stay. In fact, it rode down the wind, like it was searching for something. A nest? A mate? Sometimes I was scared, because the bird disappeared for days, but it always came back. Somehow, it always came back, but I could never be sure. One day, I was sick of it. ‘Goddammit, for the sake of science, do it!’, I did shout at myself and captured it. It was hard because of it sharp beak. I put it in the biggest cage I could find, I made my home as realistic as the actual forest it lived in. Excited it flew around its cage,a little bit nervous and scared, but over all very confident. I loved this unique, vivid bird, and it loved me as well. It answered me with some of its sing sang once in a while and it even dared to get closer to me. But something changed. The bird slowly started dying. There was no singing. No flying. No chirping. It lied on the ground, breathing heavily, it was exhausted. Moved and concerned by the picture in front of me, I opened the cage, carefully lifted the bird up and lied it down on the window sill. As I came back the bird was gone. I never saw it again.”
Capricorn: As a florist I am deeply devoted to any kind of plant and the act of making
them grow, creating a bouquet of flowers, nature itself - as I was a kid I
already felt like Daphne the nymph in the wood ,the green surrounding
me soothed me, I found peace in the nature. Well, as I was 22 years old I got
the idea to open my own flower shop - much to the liking's of my parents. I
wanted to create something absolutely new: a flower shop with a touch of the
unusual, kind of unique, maybe something that you won’t find everywhere.
I wanted to do black flowers.
My parents told me a thousand times that this would ruin me, an idea meant to
But of course, they couldn’t stop me. Years later I opened my flower shop at
the end of the city, it was small but cute and my flowers sure caught the
attention of passengers and after a while I had some customers trusting me and
buying my creations and flowers. But no one really seemed to appreciate the
black ones. “They are..ahm…different, honey”, my aunt said as she
visited my shop. “You really think that people want them? Flowers are
meant to look good, make one happy and let the room look friendlier. This is…quite
the opposite.” Before I couldn’t even respond a young man looking at small
plants in one corner of my shop interrupted me, apologizing before speaking:
“I see them as exciting. They draw attention to them and have something
unique, maybe something that not everyone understands.” He smiled plainly before
laying his eyes on me. “I’d like black roses. I need for a special
occasion.” I nodded. I’ve never seen him before or even nearby but I did
as he said. From this moment on he went to my shop every two weeks, only to
order some new black roses, he usually was quiet but once in a while he dared
asking me questions. A little bit odd sometimes, he was a bit cold, but
otherwise kind of magnetic - I don’t know why. One day he stopped coming. After
maybe a year. The year he disappeared was also the hardest year for my shop -
my grandmother died and I neglected the shop to the point where I was close to abandoning
it. It survived in the end, after they saw the rosaries I did for the grave
more people gave me and my shop a chance. One day, as I was visiting her grave,
I crossed a grave I have never seen before. I read the name out loud and
wondered, before I gasped in shock and almost let the watering can fall down.
Black roses were placed in front of the tombstone, they seemed old, almost
rotten. I wondered if it was him laying six feet underground.
Aquarius: I was just watching. I saw her dancing on the other side of the room, like she was in a dream. The fluorescent light touched her skin softly and all I wanted was to talk to her. But I could not. I was not able to. Sometimes when she went to bed and suffered from nightmares - which she got pretty often - I started stroking her hair and she would sleep tightly and calmly eventually. When she forgot to pack her lunch I would carefully put it in her schoolbag and when she forgot to make her bed after waking up, I gladly did it for her once in a while. “Thank you, darling”, her mother would say. “But mom, that wasn’t me”, was her constant response. Her mother would smile then and lightly shake her head, but her daughter was going insane with her mother not believing her that she didn’t even touch the sheets till 7am. When she came back from school I listened to her soothing voice, humming to the songs that her phone played. I admit, I am not really fond of the music today, but I could get used to it, after all I was an open minded spirit, right? I just wish I could be with her and walk her to school and carry her books and pick flowers with her and all the stuff that she writes in her dairy - yes I admit yet again I read it once in awhile when she decides to write something down. But then I was afraid. I did not know how these things worked out. I mean, for me, things like love will never turn out again, but I was always a bit special when it came to occasions like those. Me, falling for a living girl? I was at the attic almost for 5 days before I decided to visit her. I listened to her calling a friend and she told her that she hated flowers. Hating flowers? Well,I guess I can cancel picking flowers with her now out of my imagination. And she complained about not having anyone for Valentine’s Day. I know, this girl would never ever notice me. Hell, she didn’t even believe in ghosts. But after all, that was the only thing left on earth that mattered for me - this strange love. So instead of flowers I made myself useful and I placed a jar with three fireflies I was able to persuade into being a gift for only one day in front of her door and happily she told her mom about a mysterious admirer. I know, I know, really cheesy. But that day I strangly fell asleeo. As I woke up I saw a bright, white light. Maybe it was my time to go.
War is over and I suppose it’s best for me to stay at the Summer’s islands. After such a dark period we would need the time to gather around again and work up the loss of our nation. I heard about your father and I deeply apologize, telling you my honest concern. But he was a good man, he fought for the right side and for justice and peace.
After I heard that you are going to marry the oldest son of your dearest father’s friend I want to congratulate the both of you, may you live happily together.
I want to be honest and please forgive me speaking so openly about my feelings, but I think it is the best if we would stop interfering with one another from this point on. This moment we live in right now, it is hard but the right time to start things over again.
And I can not be a part of your life anymore.
Since I was young and I was ordered to be your knight, I felt very attached to you.
They describe magic creatures in those fairy tales my father told me not to read. They would make me weak, he said, I should see right in the dead eye of life. But I still read them. They helped me escaping out of the brutality of life.
And you constantly did remind me of the dreamy fantasy these books told me about. Like those elves in the fairy tale you moved gracefully through the woods, going for a walk and your soft hair would blow in the wind and reminded me oh so often of the fresh and pure snow.
I wished I would be able to vanish those feelings and memories, so I could watch you growing old, so I could see you in your purest form of the celestical being that you are every day.
You made me stand up when I wanted to leave war and flee into the woods, when I wanted to escape life. You alone made me stay.
And because I adore you with all of my being I wish you to be happy.
I will let go.
But I needed to tell you before I let you disappear out of my heart and mind.
Do not write back, im asking you at this point.
Do never change your heart.
do you ever lay awake at night thinking about how the cold gun has specifically gone to two people that have seen leonard snart as an inherently good person despite overwhelming evidence and snart’s own protests to the contrary
like mick gives the gun to ray, because ray has always always seen the good in mick and len even when they haven’t and we don’t touch on it in s2 because legends is so bad, just as a whole, but len meant a LOT to ray.
and then barry asks for the gun and len is like, ugh i hate this but like, you’re not into murder, barry. it’s not you. and it’s kind of a different faith in len because i feel like barry has always been more realistic about len than ray but still… not at all? like where ray is like i will use this gun for love and sunshine, barry is like okay im going to use it for a greater good, ultimately, and in both cases the gun is used in a way it’s not intended for MAYBE KIND OF LIKE HOW RAY AND BARRY SEE LEN AS SOMETHING OTHER THAN A CRIMINAL MAYBE
and then there’s also the partner thing that when len isn’t around mick chooses ray and when mick isn’t around len works with barry and what i’m saying is sound the alarm phyllis they’re gay
‘’Ooh! Can you do a Harrison Osterfield where the reader is playing with monty and kinda ignoring haz and he’s being salty about it?”- anon Yes i can, Hope you like it.
“(Y/N) what do you want to eat? We have pasta and ribs, or we can order?’’ Harrison said looking through the fridge, when he got no response from you he worriedly turned around to see if you were alright. Thinking that he would find you editing or writing or even engrossed in a TV show instead he found you playing with Monty. Ever since he introduced you to his dog you spent every waking hour playing with the pup instantly falling more in love with the dog than him. Signing he tried again “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)!’’ a smile creeped onto his face as he watched you play tug-a-war with Monty for a few second, “(Y/N) would you please pay attention for a second?” he tried again.
‘’I am don’t worry.’’ you replied as you rubbed Monty’s belly.
Happy that he finally got your attention‘’What do you want to eat?”
‘’Food.’’ was your response.
A defeated look crossed his face. “(Y/N), we need to have a serious talk.’’ he said as he turned back around to face the kitchen.
You paused. Your mind racing trying to figure out where this was going,‘’Uh ya.’’ you said, still trying to figure out where this was heading. You didn’t realize you stopped petting Monty till he whimpered, immediately gaining your attention.
Haz started out again, ‘’So I’ve been thinking-’’
‘’Oh Haz that’s wonderful news’’, you playfully threw back at him.
Haz stopped in annoyance, ‘’Anyway’ ’he continued, ‘’look I know you might disagree with this, but-’’
‘’Totally you know me so well.’’ Words came in through one ear and out the other.
‘’And I need you to know that this is hard for me to,’’ He continued. You stopped bringing Monty close to you so he wouldn’t whimper at the loss of contact.
‘’That’s horrible Haz do you need help?” you asked turning towards the kitchen admiring him from the back, “Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy that’s who.’’ you whispered at Monty as he started to wriggle in your arms.
‘’But (Y/N) I’m sorry to say this’’ a smirk was plastered on Harrison’s lips think that you weren’t paying attention to him.
‘’You’re forgiven?” you questioned.
‘’We need to break up.’’
His words hit you in the heart. Gently placing Monty on the ground you got up, Going up to him stumbling on your feet as you walked.your whole world was crashing down.
‘’It’s just that we don’t spend time anymore together and this isn’t working out. It’s just that you never truly pay attention anymore.’’ Turning around shocked to see you standing only inches away from him. Tears leaking out of your eyes, pure heartbreak and confusion masking your face. He regretted his decision immediately but before he could say anything.
‘’Harrison you’re joking right? Haz, baby, what’s this about? I I Haz.’’ You weren’t making any sense as a loss of words over took you. You grabbed the counter to keep from swaying, knuckles turning white from the deathly grip you had.’’Haz if, if this-s is what you want-t.’’ Turning around to leave he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him your lips collided.
‘’Out of everything I say that’s the only thing you heard?’’ He asked, watching as your face morphed from sorrow to confusion.
‘’Don’t you want to break up though?”it came out breathlessly, almost as if you ran a marathon prior to talking.
His hand gently cupped your face,‘’Love I would never want that,I want to be with you till where gray and old.”His thumb ever so gently ran over your features.
‘’Then why-’’ you started. Instinct took over as you leaned into his touch.
‘’I needed to get your attention somehow, I swear you love my dog more than you love me!” he said with a chuckle bringing you closer to him.
Shock filled you as you lightly punched his bicep, ‘’you little ugh you’re jealous over your own dog! I hope you know that. And don’t you ever do something like that again or I swear to jesus Haz.’’
‘’I know love i know’’ he said looking down at you with pure adoration. Gently bring his lips down to yours.
‘’I love you’’ He whispered out.
‘’I love Monty’’ his face dropped. ‘’I’m kidding you dork I love you.”
A/U: So again a request from a friend, requests are welcome and as always feel free to like and reblog, Enjoy! :)
Warning: Fluff,language and a little sexual i guess
Pairing: Matty x reader
x-gifs not mine, always credits to owners
It took over three knocks before he opened. You had to sit down because of your dizziness.
“Y/N what the fuck?” Matty has wearing a big white shirt and his boxers. He dropped down beside you and helped you up.
“Matty, I’m tired and I can’t find home” He led you inside and closed the door.
“Are you drunk? “ He said as he took off your jacket.
“Maybe” You giggled. “Sorry, Did I wake you Matty patty?” He smiled and rubbed his eyes before saying “Yeah”. He guided you to the sofa.
“Say if you’re going to throw up an I’ll take you to the bathroom.” He went to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. “Thank you” You slurred back.
“So how come you’re drunk at my place at four in the morning?” He yelled from the kitchen. You looked down at the black dress you were wearing.
“I went out with my friends and I missed you” You said and laid down in his sofa. He gave you the water and sat down on a coffee table in front of the sofa.
“How are you feeling?” He asked and wiped away some hair from your face. You looked at him but stayed quiet.
“I’m sad Matty.” You said and looked down at your fingers. He got up and sat down next to you in the sofa, patting on his lap for you to place your head.
“And why is that love?” He said as he stroked your hair.
“Because I think I love you and you don’t give a fuck about me.” You whispered. His hands stopped for a minute before continuing. He sighed and looked you in the eyes.
“Well I guess you won’t remember this” He laughed a little to himself
“But I think about you all the time. Your face, your body and how much I want you.” You sat up and looked him in the eyes. He gave you a little smile. The smile you loved to see.
“Then take me” You said now a little bit too close to his face. His eyes looked like they were screaming for you so you kissed him. You could feel him relax as he kissed you back. His hands wandered to your hips and pushed your legs to the side so that you were now facing him in his lap. Your hands went under his shirt as your kisses turned rushed and wet. Your hands got to his boxers when he stopped you. He closed his eyes and bit his under lip.
“I-i can’t.” He said. “Believe me, I really want to but… you’re drunk, It wouldn’t be okay” You felt you heart sink as you began to trying to stand up, but he stopped you. You held onto his arm as you said.
“Would a cuddle be okay then?” You smiled at him as he got up and gave you a fast kiss.
“Sure, I mean if we can’t fuck than we can at least hug” He said and took your hand, dragging you to his bedroom.
“I’ll just get a bucket if you feel sick tonight” he said and walked out of the room. You took your opportunity to get undressed and sat down on the bed. He stopped in the door frame as he saw you, paralysed. You smiled and crawled down under the covers in his soft bed. You pat next to you as he took of his clothes. He laid down next to you. You thought he was afraid to touch you so you rolled over and half beside, half over him. You could feel him smile to himself after kissing your head.
“Goodnight” You said and kissed his chest as he stroke your head.
“Night love” He said in a quiet laugh. You had never been this happy before.
Anonymous requested: love your writings! Could you maybe write an Natasha x female reader Smut where Nat is her usual dominant self but the reader is a cocky lil shit and decides to misbehave (like she’s like lay down and the reader like hmm lol no) and Nat gets really frustrated and punishes the reader. (Like idk I just love the kinky stuff) I got as kinky as I possibly could before I felt like I needed a bath in holy water, so I hope you enjoy it ;)
Summary: You love to be punished, and Natasha loves punishing you. A win/win for everyone involved.
Warnings: PWP (porn without plot), spanking, choking, hair-pulling, orgasm denial, swearing, bondage, sensory deprivation (blind-folding), praise kink (?), thigh riding, fingering, tribbing, oral, over-sensitivity. I think that’s the lot
You just couldn’t help yourself sometimes. You loved to make Natasha so frustrated she could throttle you.
You smirked up at her as you sat on the bed, hands clasped in between your legs as you looked up at your girlfriend, who glared back down at you.
“I’ll have you know, I am a pure, vice-free cat,” Chat insisted, one hand splayed over his chest.
Marinette laughed and shook her head before placing the last pin in the hem of the shorts he was wearing. They weren’t as casual as denim, but close. As a plus, they were lighter weight, and she’d chosen a fabric that draped more than men’s shorts usually did. "While you may not be driven by your vice or vices, we all have them.“
"Nuh uh,” he said, his happiness clear in his voice. "I happen to know that you are sweet and perfect.“
She leaned back and looked up at him, eyebrows raised. "Really? You’ve never gone fabric shopping with me, but you’ve seen me covet the fine fabrics used by the high end fashion houses, right?”
“I don’t think you go as far as covetousness, Princess.” He reached down and patted her head. "It’s okay to want nice things, to recognize that a product is better quality than you can afford but wish you could.“
Rolling her eyes, she stood up. "Can you take these shorts home and wear them a bit as non Chat you?” she asked. "I want to know how they feel over time with wearing?“
"I get to borrow them?” He looked ridiculously pleased by her request.