endless gifs of tv shows that i love || Dickinson
Your poems are too powerful. They’re like snakes, they slither into me and they coil around my heart and they squeeze me until I can’t breathe. They’re glittering and venomous and they bite. I got scared, Emily. Of you, of the way you grip me, of the way you poison me.
to/for Emily
it's fascinating how beautiful the world becomes when I'm with her, the soft flow of her hair, her crescent moon shaped lips, her eyes that could put the stars to shame, everything is beautiful, beautiful, just beautiful, she is.
What is love to you?
Making my coffee for me in the morning because I’m too tired to get out of bed. Forehead kisses and rubbing my nose against their cheek. Playing my favourite songs. When you catch them talking like you or doing little things you do. Knowing me enough to know when I need to be held or have time to myself. Fingertips grazing hips as we pass by each other. Mindlessly playing with my hair or hands. Making each other laugh with just a look. Fucking me hard then being soft with me afterwards. Knowing each other so well you can have a conversation without even saying anything. Having a sleepover every night with your best friend. Arguing all day but you know they’re still going to be there at the end of the night. Putting your feet on each other’s in bed because you still want to be touching them. Reaching out for them in the morning because why miss a moment without your hands on them. Being 100% comfortable with them. Staying up late together, talking shit and laughing till we cry. When you cuddle and their body fits against you so perfectly. When every person you look at doesn’t compare to them. When you’re comfortable enough with each other to sing and dance about like idiots. Them still loving you on your worst days or still loving you even when you feel like you hate each other. Cuddling up to them at the end of the day, they feel like home and you feel all warm inside.
If you’re flirting could you be a little more obvious? The subtle shit doesn’t work with me, I’m an idiot.
“Moments of solitude with Mother Nature, is sunshine to a soul.”
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Anthony Douglas Williams (via spoken-with-emotion)
“I want to go out dancing.” The words bring a raised eyebrow to your partner’s face. You’re not usually the type to go out, but a year of quarantine has even been affecting your usually introverted personality. “Yes, I know, not the usual. But I want to go.”
Going out drinking and dancing is almost a ritual between you two. The art of their eyes on your bare skin as you pull on the dress you picked out, your fingers light against their neck as you tighten their tie after finishing the knot. Little smiles and deep kisses that threaten the night before it even starts. But you know they want to go out even more than you do, so with a smile against their lips you pull them out the front door into the evening.
You knew they were packing, you watched them get dressed at the house, but the first time their hips press against your ass at the bar you nearly drop your drink, a shiver ripping down your spine as they whisper in your ear, their fingers tickling down your side as they chuckle against your face, “let’s dance, princess.”
It felt like hours passed on the floor, your bodies connected at any point you can make them, completely flush from their abdomen on your back all the way down to your thighs, which you finally notice are already starting to shake. Their fingers are leaving little bruises on your hips, their breath shaking in your ear as you grind against each other on the dance floor. An arm wraps tight around your waist and you feel their lips against your ear, whispering requests to pull you off to the bathroom.
Usually you’d be all for this. Their hand clamped hard over your mouth, pressing you into the wall of the stall, strap buried deep inside you as they thrust, other hand on their key ring to stifle the noises of your growing pleasure. Them kneeling down, cleaning up the dripping mess they caused of you with their tongue, knowing they’re only making it worse. But tonight you just lean back and smile, breathing out a low “let’s wait.”
Their nails are digging into your hips immediately and you know you’ve gotten the reaction you wanted. The night continues, feeling like it’s dragging on for days, before you feel your partner spin you around to face them. “We’re going home. Now.” Your eyes are teasing them, big and innocent as you ask that the issue is, what you could have done to have them so focused on your neck, little bites and suckles leaving tiny marks and you wait for the rideshare you ordered. The car ride is almost painfully silent, their fingers digging into your thigh the entire way home.
You’re talking about something else when you walk in through the front door, you barely realize that they’re slowly grabbing your wrists and holding them behind you, slowly walking you into the bedroom. With a focus in their eyes, they push you down onto the bed, and you feel one of their hands pushing your legs apart and moving up the underside of your dress, smiling when they realize there’s no underwear there stopping them from slipping two fingers inside of you.
“Oh baby, are you ready for me already? Don’t want me to waste any time now, since you wanted to play earlier?” Their voice is raspy and low, and your legs tremble in response, a quiet ‘yes’ dragging from your lips. Their fingers slip out of you, and you whine, but you’re soon whimpering as they push themselves deep inside of you. “Making us both wait like this… I know exactly what you wanted out of that.” Their hips slam against yours and you can’t hold back the pleasured scream, feeling them quickly taking a fast pace, fingertips digging in to leave more marks where the ones from the bar are already starting to bloom.
It’s barely any time before you can feel the pressure in your abdomen tightening, your hips swaying back hard into their thrusts. “Daddy… I need to cum… you’re gonna make me cum…” you whimper. You can feel their grip on you tightening, smirk crawling across their face. “Cum for me, darling. Make a mess all over my strap.”
You cum almost on command, your legs buckling as their name rips from your mouth, crying out how good they make you feel and dripping down your thighs. They continue to fuck into you, thrusts unchecked and hard as they finish roughly inside of you, pressing you down into the bed as they empty deep inside you. You collapse against the bed and soon feel their hands moving your fucked out body around, into their arms and you shuffle against the pillows.
“Is that what you wanted, huh? For me to just use you like a good little slut and punish you for making us both wait?” The smile across your lips answers their question, and with a trail of light kisses down your neck, you’re both asleep in seconds.
(men + minors dni.)
you’ve wanted each other for so long, it feels almost impossible, and even more impossible that they’re sitting right in front of you at this coffee shop right now. you can feel their eyes following your every movement, but you can’t quite bring yourself to hold eye contact the entire time, because mostly all you can focus on is the way their fingers are wrapped around the coffee mug in their hands.
your body jolts as their foot touches yours under the table, you can’t tell if it was intentional or an accident, but the electricity still shoots through your body the same. why did you decide it was a good idea to go get coffee first? and why did they agree? you both know the only things you want to be doing just can’t be done in public, and with a moment of extended eye contact, your coffees are forgotten on the table.
you’ve spent a lot of time teasing, but you have no intention of withholding any time today, you’ve been waiting too long for their touch on your skin and the hunger in their eyes is driving you insane. as soon as you’re through the front door, their lips are on your neck, drawing a whimper from your mouth. shoes being haphazardly kicked off and pulling jackets off of each other as you stumble into the bedroom.
It’s been a while since I made love to someone. Passionate, slow love. The kind where you’re both laying down with each other, thumbs trailing jawlines, fingers moving stray bits of hair out the way, never losing eye contact except to watch the corners of her mouth curl up as she smiles. The smile causing me to kiss the corner of her mouth, her breath hitching. The kind where she puts her hand on my face as she kisses me, her fingers slipping into my hair as the kiss deepens. The kind where I softly part her legs and lie in between her, feeling my body melt into hers. Excitement building in the pit of my stomach as I press my weight into her, rocking slowly into me as she grips the back of my tshirt. The kind where you know when to take her clothes off just by the look in her eye, the privilege of getting to pull her panties down and slip them past her ankles, carelessly thrown across the room. The kind where the sight of her spread out for you takes your breath away because you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. The kind where you can’t take your eyes off her as your fingers slide inside her, watching the pleasure on her face as her mouth falls open and her eyes slam shut. The kind where it’s all hot and sweaty, bodies rocking into each other with desperation, desperate to be inside each other, desperate to be closer. The kind where you can’t focus enough so the kisses are all sloppy, dizzy from the feeling of tongues clashing. The kind where she has a strong grip on my ass, leaving nail marks from being so eager to have me closer. The kind where she has to touch me at the same time, groaning as she feels me around her fingers, stretching me out. The kind where the only sounds in the room are our moans and the wet sounds from the beautiful mess we’ve made together between our legs. The kind where both of your orgasms build at the same time because you’re rocking against each other in a perfect rhythm, knowing each other’s bodies so well. The kind where you softly grab her jaw to get her to look you in the eye as you both cum together, panting into each other’s mouths. The kind where it’s all hazy and our orgasms makes us feel intoxicated, you’re both seeing stars and the only word that we know is each other’s names. The kind where you hold each other tight afterwards, skin against skin, fingers softly scratching backs until you drift off to sleep with each other.
We’re half asleep on the couch cuddling and sharing kisses, you’re pressed tightly against me. We’re laughing, being soft with each other. My thumb trailing along your jawline..your eyes on mine making my stomach flip in the best way possible. My lips on yours, pushing my tongue deeper in your mouth, the taste of you stirring up something inside me, breaths quickening, the want building between us till we’re slowly grinding on each other. Hands desperate to touch each other everywhere, I feel your fingers creeping past the waist band of my shorts, melting into your touch as soon as your fingers brush past my clit and slide through me effortlessly..whimpering as you nibble on my lower lip, hips lifting with every stroke just to get closer to you. Wanting you to feel how I feel, I slide my hand down your trousers, moaning at the beautiful mess we’ve caused in between your legs. We fall in to a perfect rhythm easily, rocking slowly against each other. Quiet moans and sloppy kisses. Each other’s names being whispered pleadingly. Soft but firm thrusting that ends with us panting heavily in to each other’s mouths as we both climax, trembling against each other.
I want you to come take off all your clothes and straddle me on this couch. Let me slide my hands up your thighs to get a nice firm grip of your ass, squeezing it hard enough that your pussy opens. Listen to you whine as I suck on your nipples, soft little bites every now and then, grab a fistful of my hair and pull me into you as I twirl my tongue round your nipple. Grind on me while I bite your neck, marking you with my teeth, harsh kisses along your collarbones. Say my name when I shove my fingers inside you and stretch you out, let that ‘oh fuck’ leave your lips as you throw your head back in pleasure. Let yourself go as you ride me, show me how fucking dirty you are and how badly you want it. Whine around my fingers as I pound into you, suck on them while I tell you how much of a good girl you are and how much I love your pussy. Wrap your legs around me tight so I can fuck you hard and deep, moan and pant into my mouth as I make you cum all over my lap. I’m gonna continue to fuck you, pound into you with my hand round your throat as you clamp around my fingers from your orgasm and I’m not gonna let up till im satisfied and you’re a trembling incoherent mess, collapsing in my arms.
Sexting is so underrated , there’s something so hot about someone finding you so sexy that they are going to get off to you and your words and pictures and they want you to do the same and just wow 🥵
Here’s something to think about. You sitting on my lap making out with me, we both let out soft whines into each others mouths as it gets more heated. You slowly start grinding on my crotch making yourself gasp lightly and then whimpering uncontrollably. I’ll guide your hips with my hands, and make sure you don’t stop. We both get needier as our kisses get sloppier and your hips speed up. You whimper and moan at the friction, continuing to gasp and whine as we both grow more desperate.
Some of the oldest books in my collection, many given to me by my uncle who own an antique shop.
Ugh I have this need.. For one of those nights you know.
I want her to be here, I want her to make me melt by her touch but her holding me tight. I want her hands on me.
I wanna spoon innocently in a way we both know won't just stay innocent and that innocently cockwarming her strap will fastly change into her needing to own me. And moving in and out of me with force, while she's calling out ''mine''
And me getting so lost in the feelings and overstimulations that I become an incoherent mess, high on the feelings she's giving me.
You know... One of those nights.
Screen time
Do you ever wonder what it's like on this side of the screen ?
Most nights i close my eyes shut and blink as hard as i can to ensure it's not a dream.
Other times my tongues so tied i can barely part my lips to utter proper words.
Do you ever wonder what it's like on this side of the screen?
The familiar behavioural patterns that once made my insides leap now quickened my breathe and made my mind spin .
You speak as if you never left. Your lips say distance but your temperament yearns for the past .
Do you ever wonder it's like on this side of the screen?
When I'm tired and lost and you scream familiarity. I want nothing more than to come inside but I this times I'd faster freeze on my own than to be thrown out in the cold again .
Sometimes it's so easy to forget all that's happened , to live in that little world we create but then my memory kicks in and the nights get silent and your voice; drowned out by the memories of my screams yearning for you to come back.
Do you ever wonder it's like on this side of the screen ?
To stop yourself from feeling that excitement of getting to talk to the one that your heart yearns for.
Do you understand how much you're asking of me?
And maybe the screen time is what you need but maybe this time it may be the end of me .
They say the best way to kill someone is to fill them with love and leave .
But to me it feels like setting my soul ablaze and leaving the flames to engulf everything.
And I wonder how I'll control the fire this time when you decide to be reckless.
How much will I pay for the screen time ?
It may be a lot more than you think or care for .- anonymous
