✧ ❛ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ᴡɪɴᴇ.

pulls me out of my shell and I go to him, giggling with bravery, body so full and SLUGGISH with love. johnny touches me and i admit i LIKE it. i admit he puts his hand on my thigh and my skin comes away from my bones in heavy, lustful chunks. there’s an orchestra anytime he’s near. something LOUD and plush and sweet about the way he moves. johnny looks at me and i want more. my heart is like a WILD ORCHID and, god, i want more.

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i think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. we are good people and we’ve suffered enough.

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i moved blogs. some of my threads will be moved over here, but not all of them!

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i think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. we are good people and we’ve suffered enough.

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i moved blogs. some of my threads will be moved over here, but not all of them!

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i think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. we are good people and we’ve suffered enough.

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i moved blogs. some of my threads will be moved over here, but not all of them!

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i think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. we are good people and we’ve suffered enough.

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i moved blogs. some of my threads will be moved over here, but not all of them!

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i think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. we are good people and we’ve suffered enough.

i moved blogs. some of my threads will be moved over here, but not all of them!

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&&. noah.

        it’s scary. they don’t really know one another anymore. despite how much he missed having her around, he won’t deny that it is much harder now that they have a daughter but, not worse – it’s better. but there is still a visible fear, that something could go wrong, that he could lose his little family. he wouldn’t know what to do without them now that he’s so accustomed to having them around. going home to his daughter, to imogen, it’s a reason to want to go home – one he never had before. usually would just stay at work till all hours, would buy some take out, go home & binge watch tv until he fell asleep. but that has all changed since imogen & callie came into his life. he’s home when his shift is done, he’s making dinner, he’s sitting with people he cares about. it’s never been better. ❛ i’d like it. i really would. if you’d be so kind. ❜

       she liked this little life they had going for them. she wasn’t as lonely as she used to be back when she lived in arizona in a shitty according to your income apartment. she had a warm bed to sleep in now, whether she was courageous enough to crawl into his or if she slept down the hall with her daughter wrapped up in her arms. it was nice to wake up and cook breakfast for two smiling faces, for a daughter and an... old flame that she couldn’t help but want to reignite. imogen feels like a teenager again, nineteen and carefree like she was when they first fell in love. she wasn’t so cynical then, back when things were simple and the only thing she had to worry about if if he thought her hair looked nice. she was giddy, smiling from ear to ear as she took a step closer to the male to wrap her arms around his neck. ❛ it’s the least i can do. ❜ she says, before leaning up to press her lips to his.

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&&. hailey.

      ❛ i’m n-not being rude. i’m t-trying to make s-sure no one makes fun of you. you should be t-thanking me. ❜

      ❛ you’re being kind of rude. there are plenty of other ways you could have brought this subject up. and i honestly don’t think it looks too bad. ❜

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&&. adorable.

❛ i admire everything about you. ❜ eyes remain screwed shut as kisses are pressed against his flesh, soft sounds of pleasure being emitted occasionally. gage loved being with charlie, he was always content doing anything with her, but being with her like this was definitely one of his favorite things. ❛ s-sorry, i can’t help it, i kind of am a loser. —- yeah? good. i want him to be SUPER jealous. ❜ teeth are sinking into his lesser lip as her hand travels down the expanse of his torso, breath hitched in his throat. 

      ❛ i think you’re fibbing just a bit there. ❜ she tells him, voice laced with amusement as she nipping softly at the flesh of his collarbone. charlie had a difficult time believing there was much to admire about herself, but she knew better than to mention that. so she focused on the task of marking him like she had set out to, making the her current one a little DARKER now that it could be covered with fabric. ❛ hmm... if you insist on being a loser, does that mean you can be my loser? ❜ she’s trying to keep herself under control, to stop before she does anything out of hand but her fingers have found the button of his jeans, and she’s looking up at him to ask for permission. ❛ how jealous do you think he’d be if i t-touched you? ❜

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&&. beautiful.

with every roll of her hips, a soft moan leaves her lips, unable to withhold the audible sounds of pleasure that friction against her center is supplying her. she’s growing increasingly desperate for him, this newfound state of roughness causing her to crave his every touch. she never thought she would want anything like this, but the moment the opportunity presented itself, she could think of nothing she wanted more. pads of fingers roaming against clothed inner parts of thighs once again have chills running down her spine, each roll of their hips drawing moan after moan from parted lips. though the moment he’s reaching to unbutton her pants, rolling of hips ceases, and she’s reaching down, beginning to push pants down her own hips the moment he’s gotten them unbuttoned, needing as little fabric keeping her from him as possible. without warning, she’s inhaling sharply at the feeling of fingers pressed against her dampened center, a whine soon released as desperation grew more severe. god, she needed him. and words only make matters worse, finding every word that came out of his mouth so entirely FILTHY, only making her want him more. wants him to keep speaking to her like that. ❛ you’re gonna make my legs so fucking weak. ❜ words are rasped into his ear, voice breathless as she speaks. ❛ god — i’m so WET for you. — – i need you. ❜ teeth soon peek out to bite harshly into lesser lip as the need for him begins to become unbearable. 

     when he starts to edge her pants down her hips, he’s reaching a hand down to push her legs away from him. he still has a tight grip around her waist and has her back pressed hard against the wall so that she won’t fall when he tugs her pants down further. once this action has been done, he’s pressing his fingers back to her clothed center, touching her with more fervor than previously, biting down on his bottom lip to suppress a desperate groan. when she speaks those words to him in that breathless tone, there are chills running down his frame straight to his groin. every time she parted her lips to whisper in his ear ---- he only grew harder. ❛ you’re so fucking WET for me, baby. ❜ he’s rasping the words back into her ear as he continued to run his fingers along the material covering her. though, he craved that friction himself, and cannot help but to roll his hips into hers another time. this causes a low groan to resonate from within his throat and he’s reconnecting his mouth to her throat ---- his kisses against her neck are hard and passionate. soon his fingers begin to wander, travelling upwards again to find the waistband of her panties. he’s nipping at her neck while he hooks his fingers in the material. there’s a teasing smirk against her flesh, he knows exactly what she wants, but he won’t give it to her yet. fingers brushing gently against her lower abdomen for a couple moments before he’s giving in and slipping his fingers beneath the fabric to run his fingers through her folds. ❛ god, sophie... ❜

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&&. pretty.

    the male was someone she instantly found herself attracted to, shiloh was certain anyone could point out the fact that he was an attractive guy. everything about reese captivated the female. he treated her differently than other guys, he seemed to want to spend time with her and do things with her. falling for him over time was so simple, perhaps even inevitable. ❛ t-thanks. i uh, i think you’re a REALLY good kisser, too. ❜ the feeling of fingers digging into her waist is new, but she loves it already. as much as she hates the idea of stopping, she’s pulling away from the kiss, but only to begin trailing several kisses of her own down the slope of the male’s neck, occasionally nipping and sucking at flesh. shiloh’s not even sure what she’s aiming to do, she just hopes it’s pleasing him. 

       reese hasn’t had a crush like this on someone for as long as he could remember. it took a great deal for him to like someone the way he liked shiloh. he never really got close to people. not because he was afraid to or didn’t want to, but because he never really got out much. when high school hit and his depression kicked in, he secluded himself to the confinements of his room because nothing seemed more appealing than staying in bed all day. it wasn’t until before he met shiloh that he started feeling a little bit better. he thinks she entered his life at just the right time because if she came around before then, he doesn’t know if she still would be. when she breaks their kiss, he’s letting out a noise that resembled something of disappointment. though, when he feels her lips pressed to his neck he’s letting out another noise, this one of content and he’s reaching one of his hands up to entangle into her hair. ❛ not as good as you, though... definitely NOT as good as you. ❜

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Logan Lerman attend the ‘Lost Girls’ opening night at Lucille Lortel Theatre on November 9, 2015 in New York City.

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&&. nerd.

hand is pressing harder against his length, and lennon simply cannot help the way his hips are beginning to just slightly rock into her palm, craving the friction with which she’s slowly providing him. if movements against his front were not so pleasurable, he might even be embarrassed by the way he was acting in that moment. by the way moans were slipping past parted lips, loudly, abundantly. despite avery’s nerves, despite how unsure about what she was doing she was, she was making him feel so fucking good. words have teeth peeking out, sinking into lesser lip, a low groan reverberating in the back of his throat. everything she did in this moment was driving him insane. her touches, her words, her moans. and then hand was dipping beneath the fabric of his jeans and all that was separating his length and her hand was the thin material of his boxers. it’s got him moaning again, has hands gripping at her waist, a bit rougher than he might normally, though pleasure is too intense to think better of it. mouth against his body, hand against his length, his mind is spinning, nerves in his stomach continuing to tighten. he’s glad when lips make contact with his once more, passion being drawn into the kiss, lips parting just slightly, tongue attempting to run along the female’s lesser lip, his hand finding its way into her hair again. though soon, loud moan has broken into kiss as her hand has made its way beneath his boxers, coming into direct contact with his hardened length. even this simple touch has his craving for her increasing ten fold, the mere thought of what was to come pulling that moan from him. he’s going crazy for her, needs her to touch him more. to move her hand along him. only becoming more apparent as expletives fall softly from parted lips. he needs it. 

      the tightened grip on her waist has her moaning into his mouth. the touch was unexpected but she didn’t dislike it. avery liked the roughness of his grip, and if this weren’t the first time they were doing something sexual she might have wanted him to be ROUGHER. she’s never really put much thought into what she would be into sexually, but now that she’s in the moment there are ideas filling her head. the sound of his moans in her ears makes her feel a great sense of satisfaction. considering it was her first time doing this, and that she was absolutely CLUELESS as to what she was doing, it felt nice knowing that she could make him feel good. once they’re kissing again and he has his fingers entangled in her hair, avery’s making an attempt to bring herself closer, moving her knees upward so that she’s able to press her chest to his. she’s moaning into his mouth when she feels his tongue run along her lesser lip. her own mouth parts to allow him an entrance, pressing her lips a little harder to his as she brushed her tongue along his. nerves were still gathered in the bottom of her stomach, but she was much too TURNED ON now to care. her hand moved against him underneath all the fabric now. it was a weird sensation to have skin on skin, the feeling of his hardness beneath her palm has her practically holding her breath. but she won’t stop her movements, won’t stop herself from tugging thin fabric down over his hips. and once the fabric is pulled down, she’s breaking their kiss to look down at him. her whole face is flushed a bright red, her breathing is uneven and she can feel her heart beating off of her rib cage. she has to swallow down the lump in her throat before she’s able to face him again. lips are pressed softly to his mouth, merely brushing them against his as she finds his length and begins palming at him again. 

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[conbiniiko]

me and you and our dogs all sleeping together on our king sized bed

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&&. holden.

    for awhile now, he had known that it would only be a matter of time before he would have no other option but to be honest about his feelings, he just hadn’t anticipated things going like this. holden wasn’t even sure what prompted him to believe it was the right moment, he was suddenly just certain that he couldn’t continue repressing them for another minute. admitting to his emotions made the male feel absolutely incredible in so many ways. it ( almost ) made him feel FREE in a sense. he felt completely safe and free of judgment when he was with ari, there were no fears of being abandoned by him if he knew about his feelings. feelings were always a touchy subject for holden, he always had difficulty conveying his emotions and fully trusting people with them. his best friend was probably the only person he wholly entrusted with them. ❛ l-like old times? yeah, … — yeah, that’s what i want. us against… against the w-world. ❜ he’s aware of every touch, it makes his skin feel ABLAZE and it tingles in the wake of ari’s fingers. things never returned to normal after their first kiss, he knew that nothing would be as it once was, but he supposes that came with plenty of benefits, despite the few disadvantages that were mixed in as well. with mackenzie gone they’d be able to focus on themselves and figure things out together which was what he wanted most. he wasn’t going to concern himself with what he had to come to terms with at the moment, for now he just wanted to be with ari and celebrate the progress they’ve already made. he preferred kissing the other like this, when they were both SOBER and wanting each other, it made things more real and dismissed any lingering doubts that this was one-sided. ari’s words cause his breath to hitch in his throat and he nods his head frantically as he searches for his voice.  ❛ o-okay. as long… long as you’re s-sure you want to. ❜

      it’s never been more clear to him as it is now that he wanted to be with holden. how he was able to go months denying his feelings for the male, he didn’t know. it was like lately every single ounce of emotion he had been repressing has started to claw its way out of his chest. he was no longer CAPABLE of lying to himself, of denying himself the simple pleasure of just being happy. admitting to the fact that he isn’t the person he always aimed to be was rather terrifying, and ari knew he still had a long while before he’d actually be able to say the words out loud, but in this moment with holden he knew it was a matter of time before he would have to do it. if it were any other person sitting here next to him, the male isn’t so sure he’d be able to be as OPEN and TRUTHFUL as he was being. talking about the way he felt wasn’t something that came easy to him, but it was easy to talk to holden. ❛ us against the world... yeah, like that. ❜ he’s giving the male his best attempt at a small smile, not having to force it out like he normally would when they opened up like this. he actually felt HAPPY for once. there used to be this crushing feeling pressed against his chest, and every time he thought of holden in a way that wasn’t strictly platonic, the pressure would only increase. but after opening up about the way he felt, the pressure had dissipated some. it was the first time in a long time that he actually felt like he could BREATHE. ❛ i’m sure. i want... i want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. ❜ his voice is no higher than a whisper, his mouth dangerously close to the others ear to speak the words directly to him. and then he’s pressing his lips to his jaw and making his way down the slope of his neck. all the while his hand wandered over his shoulders, his arms and chest. it was only a couple moments before his fingers have reached his lower abdomen, shaking as he reached out for the button of the male’s jeans.