A (kinda very short) Julian Brandt imagine. I wrote this last night (my first imagine after a long time). I hope you like it. FYI: English is not my first language.
Early mornings – you loved them, no you adored them. While most people you knew rather spend their weekends in bed until lunchtime, your inner clock just couldn’t stop. 7 A.M is your time – always has been and probably always will be.
Your boyfriend is quite the opposite, spending every single minute he can in bed – which also makes him late most of the time (and very lazy).
This morning was no different. You woke up, rolled out of bed, tiptoed your way to your big bedroom windows and opened your curtains a little bit. Just so you had enough light to roam around the room without tripping over something. As you took a look at your blonde boyfriend, who was still fast asleep, you felt your heart beating against your ribcage. Four years and counting and that idiot still made butterflies appear inside of you – even while being asleep. So, instead of going downstairs (like you normally do right after you wake up) you got back into bed, snuggling against Julian’s naked warm torso. You were well aware of the fact that it would probably take some more hours until he woke up – it was Sunday after all and he had a tough game the night prior – but you decided that work (and coffee) could wait for a little longer.
After caressing his biceps for some time, he began to stir in his sleep, his nose crunching up softly. “Are you watching me?”, he mumbled, voice thick from sleep. “No.”, you answered quietly, letting your hand run through his messy hair. “I know you are.” “You haven’t even opened your eyes yet, why should you know?” “You just exposed yourself.”, Julian said, a lopsided grin gracing his tired face. “Shush”, you muttered turning around, but his arms quickly sneaked around your body, holding you tightly against his front.
“Are we ready to leave the bed?”, you asked him after a while of cuddling. “It’s not even nine yet and I’m not even fully awake yet, so no.”, Julian said, his thumb brushing over your hand. “I’m not even tired anymore.”, you sighed, “You never are.”, he exclaimed and even if you couldn’t see his face right now you just knew he was a) rolling his eyes and b) grinning like an idiot.
As you turned around, Julian wasted no time to press a soft kiss onto your cheek, his hand finding the back of your neck. “Hi.”, you giggled, pressing your face against his chest, inhaling his scent. “Hi.”, he mimicked, his fingers brushing through your tangled hair. “Are you awake now?”, you asked, but the only answer you received was a grimace. “I’m going to keep you in this bed the whole day.”, Julian announced, pulling you a little closer once again. “Thanks for asking me for my opinion.”, you huffed. “Come on, Y/N. It’s Sunday.”, he tried to argue, but you still weren’t that convinced, yet. “Come on.”
“I have things to do.”, you told him, but now Julian seemed like the one who wasn’t convinced. “Come on.”, he repeated, his voice already muffled as his lips began brushing against your neck. “I know what you are doing.”, you laughed, pulling his face from your body. “Oh yeah?”, he asked confused, his lips quickly attaching to your neck again. “Come on.”, now his lips began brushing over your jaw, leaving little kisses along the way. “I know you want it Y/N.”
I had a flight early in the morning and I was closing my suitcase. All of my bigger stuff was stored away in a garage I had rented, I was planing on using it again in September. My family didn’t know yet but I was expecting to stay in Dortmund insead of finishing my studies in Amsterdam as I had planned before meeting Marco.
He was coming to get me anytime now, since we were having dinner with his family. I was staying at his house today, and he was going to drive me to the airport the next day. I hadn’t bored to get myself a cute outfit today, I was just wearing a plain dress and a pair of trainers, something comfortable that would also do the trick for the next day.
He gave me a call when he got to my door and then we changed spots since he still hadn’t gotten his driving license and I was driving to his family house.
“You need to get your driving license Marco” I told him while we were on our way.
“I know” he said “I’ll promise you I’ll get it this summer”
“I doubt that” I said sceptically.
He just laughed it off and changed the dial, tilting his head back into the copilot seat.
It was a thirty minute trip to Marco’s parent’s house and we talked about everything but me going away. I was happy to see my family but, on the other hand I didn’t want to leave Marco – or Dortmund for that matter – because I had really grown a safety net and I felt myself at ease at the city. On the other hand, I knew Marco didn’t want me to leave but he understood my reasons and that I needed to see my family, so he was trying to make thins easier for me. That’s what I loved so much about Marco, we really didn’t need to talk about things but instead he just got me no matter what and he knew when to push a subject and when not to do it.
As I parked into Manuela and Thomas’ driveway I saw there was light in the living room. Manuela heard the car and she came to the door to greet us.
“Hi” she said excitedly “Hi sweetheart, how was your holidays?”
“They were great, thanks” I said hugging her.
“Are you ready to go home. I bet you are delighted to go back” she said as she entered to the kitchen, making me follow her.
“I am” I said “I hadn’t seen my niece in ages”
“Oh right, you had a little niece” she said, as she started to cook “Wasn’t she Nico’s age?”
“Yes, she is” I said, starting to tidy the kitchen to help her finish sooner. “She’s my little girl”
Soon after that Yvone entered the door with the little ones and she brought Mia to the kitchen, while Marco, Nico, Thomas and Yvone’s husband stayed in the living-room. I brought her to my lap as soon as the little girl entered the kitchen, and I payed with her while the mother and daughter were catching up.
It wasn’t much later when dinner was ready and everybody gathered in the living-room. Both Manuela and Thomas sat at the heads of the table and the rest of us sat down on the sides. Me, Marco and Nico on one side, and Yvone, Mia and Yvone’s husband on the other side.
Nico had been all afternoon at a friend’s house, and he had a pool in his backyard so his hair was still a little wet and frizzy. He told me how much fun he had had and how exited he was to his holidays in the beach with his family, even though, he was a little sad he wasn’t going to be able to swim with his sister. He also asked me about my beach holidays, to which I told him my house was so close to the beach that I could walk to it, so I wasn’t having beach holidays. Everybody got interested about my house and town so I talked about them gladly, which was a little bit moving, since I was starting to get really homesick at this point.
After dinner, Yvone put Mia to sleep and we stayed on the table, making small chat until really late in the night. We left in between tender hugs and kisses wishing me a good trip and making me promise to visit again as soon as I went back to Dortmund at the end of the summer.
I gave a special hug to my little Nico, whom I was very sad to leave for two months and I gave a lot of kisses to Mia’s little face, who didn’t knew what was going on around her, for the time I will be back she would probably grow into herself a lot and she would be moving around like crazy, maybe even having a few teeth.
The airport was full of people, it always was. Some of them recognized Marco and wanted to take their picture, which I gladly took. Because of that it took us a while more to check in my luggage but we didn’t care. After that we sat down at a coffee shop and we ordered two bottles of water while we waited for me to enter the terminal, avoiding to say our goodbyes as we had been doing for the last days.
However, we could not stop time and I eventually had to make the queue to wait for my flight.
“I’m gonna miss you” Marco breathed into my hair as he was hugging me “I don’t want you to leave”.
“I know” I said with my cheek pressed into his head, my forehead in the crock of his neck. “But I have to. I miss my family, you know?”.
“I know” he said letting me go “I love you, OK” he said before giving me a quick peck.
“I love you to” I said tearing myself away from him.
He stood close as I followed the line and as I was passing through security doors he was there making funny faces. I didn’t know how much he actually stayed in the airport because I had to venture into the terminal in order to find my door, which it ended up to be one of the last ones in the terminal.
I didn’t have to wait much for my flight since I had arrived pretty late and Marco had bought me a fist class ticket, which I had accepted gladly since there was a lot of hours ahead of me.
I ended up sitting next to a blonde woman, she wasn’t very kind and she had a huge laptop in which she typed the whole time. Instead, I sat in my seat and tried to relax once the airplane started to move and the security instrutions were given, because I thought it was rude to not pay attention to the flight attendants giving instructions, who were just doing their jobs. The seat was really comfortable and it was easy for me to relax as soon as we took off.
When I arrived to the airport it was already dark outside. I had been waiting in Barcelona’s airport for quite a long time before taking my last flight – a normal one this time – and I was pretty tired. I had brought two suitcases and a big bag and my arms were sore of dragging them around the floors.
My mother was waiting for me at fist line when I got out of the gates – knowing her she had just probably spent there two hours waiting for me – and as I saw her I could see tears in her eyes.
“Adela!!” she said hugging me. “I missed you terribly”
“I missed you too mom” I said smiling.
“Let me help you with that and lets get you home” she said grabbing one of my suitcases.
I followed her quietly into the parking lot, in where we found mom’s car and we took off to our town, which was two hours away from the airport.
Once I got home I saw my brother making dinner at the kitchen.
“Hey” I said “It smells delicious”
“Thanks sis” he said smiling “It was time for you to come back”
“I missed you too” I said hugging him. “I’m going to unpack quickly and I’ll be downstairs”
“Do you need help?” my mother asked.
“No, thanks” I answered. “It’s just the essentials”.
I went upstairs quickly and placed the most important things around my room and in my bathroom drawer and I went downstairs, where my mother and brother had already set the table in and were just about to finish dinner, I had missed them.
AN: This is for the lovely anon who requested an Erik Durm OS. This is something cute and funny and I had a really fun time writing this. I hope you will enjoy reading it as well. As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Lots of love xoxo
"Daisy, baby, I am hooome," Lorena sang as soon as she opened the front door.
Her house wasn't large, however, it was far too big for one girl living alone even when she had a dog to keep her company. It was much suitable for her to live in an apartment, she knew that very well- and her mom never failed to mention that whenever she visited. But until her parents came back from Italy and decided what they were going to do with it, she had no intention of leaving her childhood home sitting there empty and lonely while she squeezed around in tiny apartments that weren't even her own property.
Even though Lorena was still in college she preferred having to travel miles every day if it meant that she could enjoy the big house that was only hers, that she could change and decorate whatever she wanted, and make as much noise as she wanted - at least as much noise as one girl can make- without bothering anyone.
Also, it's not like she was often alone anyway. Erik was here at least every other night, and sometimes he would even spend a whole week at her place. His excuse has always been that he didn't want her to be alone, that it was dangerous and he worried too much. That was absolutely adorable but Lorena was pretty sure that the bigger reason for his staying here was that he loved living in a house much better than living alone in his apartment. And why wouldn't he? It was much more private and calming and free.
And of course, Lorena didn’t complain. She loved waking up with him fast asleep in the bed beside her, not even being too close, just one hand thrown over her waist and the smell of him filling her lungs. She even enjoyed the sight of the shelf in the bathroom filled with his products. And on rare occasions when he woke up before her and decided to surprise her with breakfast, she fell in love with him even more. Lorena was a great cook, but Erik's French toast tasted heavenly. She seriously thought she could eat it every day and never get bored.
On top of all that, she started having these thoughts for which she knew it was way too early- the two of them have been only dating for almost a year- but they were still there nonetheless. Namely, sometimes, while she watched from the balcony the tricks he performed with the ball for the sake of her amusement, Lorena would picture him teaching their children how to play football while she prepared delicious snacks for their little family. Other times, when she watched Erik comfortably sink in the old armchair after a long day- the her father loved as well- she could see him in that chair 50 years from now. She could actually see herself having a future with this man, even after such a short period of time, which was quite surprising for her because she wasn't the best at committing to people.
As she removed the thick scarf from around her neck and hung her coat, she was a bit surprised her dog hasn't run to her yet. Usually, Daisy would wait on the front of the door, waiting for Lorena to step her foot inside so she could start licking every part of her owner’s skin she could reach. Nevertheless, Lorena wasn't worried; Daisy was her pet from the time she started high school, and the older she was, the lazier she got.
However, when she heard some noise coming from the direction of her bedroom, Lorena felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. She usually wasn't scared very easily, but when she heard male voice curse upstairs, her hands begun to shake. Few of the houses in the street have been robbed recently, but Lorena used to not worry about that too much. Those were the houses whose owners came by once, maybe twice a year, so they were practically abandoned. Even though Lorena believed there were absolutely no odds such a thing would happened to her, she didn't say anything to her family nor friends, especially not to Erik, for she knew very well that'll only make them insist on her moving out of that house even more.
The noise upstairs continued and now there was absolutely no doubt that she wasn't imagining things. Lorena could picture the burglar opening the drawers, scattering her belongings on the floor in search for something valuable. She was smart enough not to keep anything of great value in her home, but the idea of some stranger with such intentions in her home was scary enough. Also, they could break some of her precious things!
For a moment, Lorena considered storming out and calling the police plus Erik, but she was a kid who touched the cactus plant even though her mother had told her dozen times it'll hurt her, just because she wanted to know herself. She was always too curious, too adventures, maybe even too confident for her own sake. Thus, moving as silently as she possibly could, she decided to confront the intruder.
She didn't know what to expect, but she reasoned that a smart thing to do would be to have something to defend herself if necessary. As if there was anything smart about confronting a trespasser. Hence, Lorena went to the kitchen, thinking that something useful could be found there. It was a small room, separated from the living and dining area, but she couldn't turn the lights on. She figured that the most useful weapon would be a pan, considering how many movie heroes have used it to attack the killer. However, since in the dark she couldn't find any, and she was scared to open the cabinets and make any noise, she picked up the biggest knife she could find, cursing at the fact that her father was no baseball fan and they had no signed bats in the house. Now that would come in handy.
As slowly and silently as she could with the adrenalin pumping in her veins, Lorena went up the stairs. A small piece of her mind imagined that she was an FBI agent breaking in the nest of drug dealers, except her knife was a gun this time. When she found herself in front of her bedroom door, she stood for a moment to listen. She could see a crack of light coming from under the door, but she heard no noise. Then she heard her dog bark and without even thinking much about it, she pushed the door opened so hard the metal knob hit the wall, as she screamed and jumped into the room, holding the knife in front of her like she's seen people do in sword fights.
As she screamed, the person on the other side of the door screamed as well, startling her even more, so it took her a few moments to actually process the information and recognize the face in front of her. It was Erik.
He was sitting on her bed in dark pants and an elegant white shirt, putting on his right sock while Daisy chewed at one of his shoes. She must've startled him as well because he stood there for a moment not moving, his skin paler than usual.
Lorena was the first one to speak.
"Are you insane?" she shouted, "What are you doing here? I could've murdered you!" she exclaimed waiving the knife in the air.
Erik was still stunned. "What am I doing? What are you doing with that thing?"
"I thought someone had broken in," she said, her voice still an octave too high. "And I wanted to"
"What? You wanted to cut his throat?"
"Well not necessarily, I would just cut him a little, but only if he tried to hurt me," she begun rambling before she stopped herself and narrowed her eyes at him. "I know how to defend myself!"
"I'm sure you do" Erik said, amused.
"What? You don't trust me? Here I can show you-" she said as she started to waive the knife in front of her like it was an actual sword and she was in a real-life sword fight.
"What were you even doing here?" she asked then, remembering that the whole situation was still unresolved.
"I wanted to surprise you. Do something nice. There is a pretty delicious dinner waiting for us downstairs, and I if you could just put that thing away, I'd appreciate it." Erik said, taking his shoe from Daisy and wiping it off before he put it on.
"Dinner? You went through all this trouble for a dinner? I could've murdered you! You could be lying in the pool of your own blood, you stupid man" Lorena exclaimed in disbelief.
Erik snorted good-naturedly, "I'm sure you would. The way you are handling that knife I could only die from laughter"
"Oh you don't think I could?" she raised an eyebrow at him.
"Let's just put it away before someone seriously gets hurt." he said taking the knife from her hand and placing it on the bedside table.
"Now, I wanted to talk to you about something pretty serious, that's way I 'went through all this trouble'" he explained, taking her hands in his.
"You are not pregnant are you?" she deadpanned.
Erik just glared at her as she laughed at her own joke. Her jokes usually weren’t this lame, but she blamed it on all the adrenaline- it had to leave her body somehow. Besides, even though she would never admit it, she got frightened pretty bad tonight.
"You know, on the very short list of people who find you amusing number one is you. Also number two and three." Erik said pretending to be annoyed.
"So? Not everyone is sophisticated enough to understand the track of my thoughts," she teased sticking her tongue out at him.
Erik just scoffed.
"Anyhow, I had the whole evening planned out with a fancy dinner and candles and dozens of your favorite flowers- I even wore a suit- but since you've managed to ruin the surprise in quite an extraordinary way I must say, I should just go ahead and say it. I wanted to ask you to move in with me," he carefully said the last part looking at her intently.
Then, because she has grown completely silent for like the first time since he had met her, Erik tried to joke, "After what I've seen, I'm pretty sure you should seriously consider living with me."
Lorena got serious all of a sudden. "Erik… this is a huge step. Are you sure?"
"Of course I’m sure.” He assured her with the brightest smile he could pull off. “I mean, sure, you do snore and you are awfully messy not to mention you are so lazy and then there is your tendency of walking around the house with a knife-" Lorena cleared her throat at him- “but as much as it pains me to say this, I am in love with you. And the past year has been one of the best in my life; I think we should take the next step” he said looking at her softly, his eyes filled with love for this bubbly, perky brunette.
Lorena gazed back at him, not sure what to say. The thought of them living together send feelings through her body that made her all warm and fuzzy on the inside, plus Erik has already been living with her practically. But she was afraid that she would change if she left her home and went to live in his. She knew herself and how much she appreciated her independency and privacy, and how scared of commitment she was. She didn’t want to scare Erik away.
"Erik I.."
He tightened his grip on her hands slightly. "Come on, it's not like we've not experienced it already. I mean I've been practically living here for the past five months," he tried to reassure her.
A grin spread across her face. "So, when you say you want us to move in together, what you actually really mean is for you to move in here."
"That's not what I had in mind but-"
"But why not?” she cut him off, all of a sudden excited. “Why should we be squeezing in your apartment when I have a perfectly good house. Beside you love this house."
"Wait. Are you saying yes?"
"Of course I'm saying yes, you've been practically living here for the past half the year!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him. She wasn’t quite ready to give up her independency completely, but the thought of Erik sharing the house with her was something completely different. Besides, it meant they would be one step closer to the dreams of their future that she secretly had. The little girl within her squealed and jumped from joy.
Erik laughed at the way she repeated his words before pulling her in for a kiss.
"But what will your parents say about it? I mean it's their house after all," he suddenly remembered.
"Oh, pf, I've been convincing them to keep it anyway. They wanted to sell it; Italy is too much fun for them," Lorena reassured him.
"Well, maybe we should buy it then? I mean not now, but if they wanted to sell it then- " he started rambling.
"One step at a time,” Lorena cut him off, giggling. “They'll be happy you move in; they've been going on and on about how dangerous it is for me to live alone."
"After this tonight, I can't really say I disagree," Erik teased.
"Oh, would you forget it!” Lorena fake-sighed in despair. “Come on, I really want to see that totally girly setting you've prepared for us," she joked taking him by the hand and dragging him downstairs.
Teasingly, Erik grabbed her from behind and started squeezing her sides and tickling her as she giggled and laughed and squealed. He buried his face in the space between her shoulder and neck and softly kissed her warm skin as he picked her up.
"By the way, you scream like a girl," he joked as he carried her in the dinning room where beautifully arranged table filled with food was waiting for them.
Lorena could feel her insides melting at the sight of the effort Erik has put in to prepare this beautiful surprise for her. As she leaned in to kiss him, she teased, “I am a girl. What’s your excuse?”
Request: Hello :) I love your work and was wondering if you could take a request for an Andy Biersack smut were it's your first time and your scared so he tries to relax you and let you know everything is ok and it can end in fluff or whatever you'd like ✌
A/n: @chillin---villain Here you go hun. Hope you like it xx
You laid on the couch cuddled up next to your lover, Andy, and your shared pets. He was lying back on the sofa, holding you to his chest. His eyes were slightly glazed over while he watched the movie. It was your turn to choose and you chose clueless, naturally. You’ve made him watch this movie a billion times, but he would never admit to being tired of it. “Sleepy?” You asked in a hushed tone, sweeping some of his jet black hair off his pale forehead. The two colors together really brought out his icy eyes. “As if.” He mumbled, eyes now closed. You giggled and pressed your lips to his, leaving behind an innocent little butterfly kiss. He smiled sleepily, rubbing the small of your back softly.
“Wanna go to bed?” You asked quietly. “No, finish your movie baby.” His voice was low and raspy, which made your stomach flutter. “It’s okay, I wanna go to bed.” You urged. He didn’t seem to grasp what you were saying cause you’ve never said this to anyone. Andy understood that you were waiting for the right guy and he was cool with it. But you had been thinking about this for a few weeks, and he was the one. “You sure?” He asked, opening his eyes to look into yours. You nodded your head and pulled away from him, sitting on your knees. You pulled the remote from between the couch cushions and turned off the tv. Andy rubbed his eyes for a few seconds before sitting up.
You nibbled your bottom lip upon standing up, looking up at the ceiling. Andy noticed your anxious mannerisms and furrowed his brows. “What’s wrong, babe?” He asked, pulling you into his embrace. Something about him holding you in a room lit only by the intense moonlight peeking in through the windows made this moment feel more inanimate. “Tell me.” He murmured, rocking the both of you. His lips pressed a calming kiss to your forehead while he waited for your answer. “Andy,” You said quietly. He hummed softly while resting his head on yours. He was half asleep. “I want you.” You practically whispered. “I’m right here.” He chuckled, oblivious to what you really meant. “ No, Andy.” You whiled. “I want you.” You purred.
Even in the dark you could see his eyebrows lift in surprise. “Are you sure Y/n?” He asked, his voice full of worry. He wouldn’t ever want you to feel like you had to do this to keep him around or any other irrational thought. “I’m sure. I’m ready.” You nodded. He took a brief moment to take in your words before leaning you against the cold wall. “Tell me to stop.” He said before closing the small gap of space between you. His lips felt like warm cashmere over yours. He slid his tongue across your bottom lip, making you clutch his biceps. This wasn’t the first heated kiss you’d shared with him, but he had a tendency to let it end sweet before anything got too hellish.
You parted your lips to let his tongue slide into your mouth. His large hands slid down your waist, sliding down to cup your ass in his hands. Andy had never really touched you like this, and it only added fuel to your small flame. He squeezed gently, making you whimper against his lips. He turned his head slightly, placing a kiss on your jawline. “God, Y/n.” His voice was breathy and low, and it made your knees weak. “Up.” He murmured. You hopped up and he caught you. You wrapped your legs around his waist while he kept his hands under your ass for support.
His lips found themselves on the sensitive skin on your lower neck. He sucked gingerly, causing you let out a breathy moan. You could feel the wetness forming between your legs. Andy pushed his hips toward you, letting you feel his growing hard on. “Y/n, please tell me that you really want his.” His voice was strangled as he spoke. You’d never seen Andy so frustrated. “I want this, Andy.” You murmured. “I’m ready.” As soon as these words left your lips Andy was carrying you to your shared bedroom.
He walked inside and kicked the door closed to keep the pets from interrupting. He walked farther into the moonlit room, laying you down on the pillow soft mattress. He laid over you, holding his weight up on his forearms. His velvety lips skimmed down your cheek to your neck, leaving hot open mouth kisses to your collarbones. You arms were resting on the bed right above your head as your eyes fluttered shut. His hands slide up your arms till his hands were in yours. You intertwined your fingers, squeezing his hands as his teeth sunk into your sensitive flesh. You let out soft sigh, pushing your hips up subconsciously.
Andy sat up, now straddling you. He pulled his t-shirt up and off, tossing it up onto the floor. Your eyes opened as soon as he pulled his hands from yours, watching his pull his shirt off. His hands then went down to start pulling your shirt up. You sat up slightly to let him remove the layer of clothing. You didn’t have a bra on so naturally, Andy’s eyes dropped down to your chest. You could feel the gentle heat of blood rushing to your face and ears. “It’s okay Y/n.” He said softly, leaning down to let his lips meet yours. You were starting to feel a little more sure of yourself now, sliding your tongue into his mouth this time around. Your hormones were starting to foreshadow your fear of the situation. Andy seemed a little taken back by your sudden braveness, but he liked it.
He pulled back abruptly, leaving you cold. You watched as his pale hands untied the drawstring to his pajama pants. Your heart started beating quicker with anticipation. You were anxious, but not in a bad way. He finally got the small knot open, tugging the fabric down, leaving him in just a pair of tight black boxers. You stared at the tent between his legs trying to wrap your mind around what's about to happen to you. This was important, and you couldn't even form words of appreciation.
“Y/n.” Andy said softly, snapping his fingers near your face. “Yeah?” You asked, bring your eyes to look into his. “Is everything okay?” He asked with raised brows. “I’m a little nervous.” You admitted. There was no point in lying to him. “We don’t have to do this, Y/n.” He murmured. His words were so caring and sincere. This is why it had to be him. Andy is the one you wanted to give this part of yourself to. “I want to.” You shook your head. “It has to happen eventually.” You laughed softly, making him chuckle. “Alright, just relax.” He said upon kissing my forehead.
Andy laid on his tummy between your legs, lining the soft skin with gentle kisses. “It’s okay Y/n.” He reassured you. “Just lay back and relax.” He added, and you obliged. He looped his fingers into the soft pink fabric of your panties, gently tugging them down your legs. His hands stroked your inner thighs as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your pussy. You made a soft whining sound due to the contact. “Shh.” He cooed, leaving and open mouth kiss this time. He slid his tongue up and down your folds to get you used to the feeling. “Andy.” You breathed out, closing your eyes. He flattened his warm tongue against your clit before suctioning his lips against it. You parted your lips, letting go of a breathy moan. Your toes curled into the sheets as he brought his slender finger to your entrance, slowly sliding it in.
You were squirming underneath him, feeling your body break out in sweat. Andy thrusted his finger in and out slowly, still licking over your clit. Your skin felt fuzzy and your chest was rising and falling as if you’d just ran a marathon. “It’s alright, princess. Let go.” He mumbled against you. You didn't want to let go though. You didn’t want it to end here. “N-no Andy.” You stuttered out. You were ready to feel him inside you. “I want you to fuck me.” You couldn’t believe you’d just said it. Your words were bold, but exactly what you were thinking. “Whatever the princess wants,” He started with a chuckle, pulling boxers down. “She gets.” He said, leaning in to place his lips on yours.
He lined himself up, trailing his tongue across his bottom lip slowly. “Are you ready?” His voice was nothing but serious, even with his eyes clouded with lust. He needed you to tell him it was okay to keep going. “I’m ready.” You nodded. The two of you shared a short and sweet kiss before he started to push inside of you. You felt your the air rush out your lungs as he filled you up. The pressure in the bit of your stomach was intense, but not unpleasant. “A-Andy!” You gasped.
He stayed still for a few moments, giving you time to adjust to all the new feelings falling down one after the other. “Okay?” He asked in a strangled voice. “Mhm.” You nodded, resting your head back onto the pillow with eyes closed shut. He started to rock his hips into yours slowly, trying to find his rhythm. “Oh god, Y/n.” Andy croaked, nuzzling his face into neck. The scent of your shampoo filled his nose as your hair tickled it. You ran your hands down his back, racking your nails into his skin as you brought them back up. “Fuck, babe.” He hissed, quickening his thrusts.
You were overwhelmed. The feeling of Andy’s lips softly kissing your neck, the deep tingling in your lower abdomen, the fuzzy feeling drowning your skin. Your thoughts were starting to get hazy as well. The only thing you could focus on was the sounds of satisfaction Andy was making in your ear. “So tight.” He mumbled with a low grunt. You let your fingers grip his hair tightly, which he welcomed with a low guttural growl. “Faster...” You pleaded, pushing your hips to meet his.
“Atta girl.” He chuckled softly, pulling half way out to push back in harder. His thrusts were faster, keeping the same rhythm as before. This just identified all the feelings you were experiencing. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You chanted under your breath. You didn’t expect to last this long since it was your first time. You shuttered when you felt his teeth sink into your neck. “Andy I can’t.” You whined, feeling the small flame you once had turn into blaze. “Let go Y/n.” He urged you to do it this time. He was ready to see you come undone.
Without another word from either of you, your orgasm overtook you. The feeling was so brand new and different that anything you’d ever felt. You didn’t want it to end to say the least. “Andy!” You cried out, feeling your body tense under his. Andy watched your expression with a look of awe. He pulled out and stroked himself over your body, cumming onto your tummy.
You could feel the bed sink next to you ask he plopped down, obviously exhausted. You groaned due to the hollow aching sensation in your gut. “I love you.” You mumbled, feeling Andy raise the comforter to your chin. “I love you too, Y/n.” He said, leaning over to kiss your temple. He wrapped his arm around your face, nuzzling his face into your hair. You couldn’t think of anyone better to give yourself to. This was all you ever wanted and more.
Ashley Purdy one shot where you're getting really bad hate so he suggests you have a cute and cuddly night with no phones or anything that has hate on. just a tv and loads of dvds and kisses xx
I closed my laptop and threw it to the end of my bed. I could do one thing right, could I? Stupid bitches from school were messaging me telling me to take down photos cause they were fugly and the whole time my parents calling me telling me that I needed to be doing something with my life. Could they not see that I was doing everything that I possibly could? Could I not take two breaths with out someonne stepping in to tell me that I was doing it wrong.
You're a girl! Why do you have tattoes and a shaved head? Why do you wear so much black? Why do you still work at a resturant like you in high school or something? Well, because I fucking can that's why!!
I picked up my phone and called the one person that I knew could help me in these kinds of moments. I dialed my boyfriend Ashley's phone number as I tried to hold back to the tears of hate that were about to brim over. "Yo!" He answered unaware of the emotional haul I was about to unload on him.
"Umm, Hey! Can you come over?" I asked him slowly not wanting to alarm him.
"Are you alright?" He asked. He had been the only person to ask me in months. He was the only person who even showed that they cared about how I was doing right there and then in that moment. Then the tears started to flow.
"I think so. I just kinda need to tune the world out for a little while and just relax." I said there the weeping. He told me that he would be over it might take a couple of minutes but he would be there soon. I agreed and told him that I was turning my phone off so just come on in the front door.
About an hour passed with me just sitting on the couch watching the news before I heard a knock on the door. I looked up to see Ashley's face peeking in the door followed by the rest of him as he made his way to my couch with a couple of bags from the store. "So!" He said sitting down beside me and pulling a blanket down over him. " I have salty food and sweet food. I have my collection of sappy movies and a bottle of vodka!" He said pulling chips, cookies and dvds out of the grocery bags. God he was perfect. I grabbed a bottle of vodka and the bag of chips while looking through the movies.
Ashley put my pick for the movie in and then came to sit beside me. He wrapped his arms around me and I snuggled into him glad he was here. He kissed the top of me head and pulled me close to him getting settle down into the couch. " What are they saying this time?" He asked. "Well, im ugly, unsucessful, and a complete failure at life" I said smugly, feeling a little bit like there words were true.
Ashley started laughing and I looked up to him and gave him a confused look. "Well, you're head of a resturant, that's not really failing to me. You have you're own two bed room apartment... and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life." he spoke his words very quietly as if he were almost feeling shy. I stretched up to him and kissed him softly on the lips while wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands ran down my back as he kissed me back loveingly. I pulled away after a while though and looked into his eyes. "Thanks." I said softly.
"For what?" he asked.
"For actually being there when I need you."
Ich war nie jemand, der sich gerne unter Menschen mischt. Schon gar nicht in Einkaufszentren. All diese Leute, die sich an dir vorbeidrängen, dir die Tüten vor deine Schienbeine knallen und sich dafür noch nicht einmal entschuldigen.. Nein, danke. Normalerweise verbringe ich meine Freizeit damit, für die Uni zu lernen oder eingekuschelt auf der Couch zu liegen, warmen Tee zu schlürfen und dabei ein gutes Buch zu lesen. So war ich schon immer und ich hatte gar nicht vor dies aus irgend einem Grund zu ändern, gäbe es da nicht noch meine beste Freundin, die jede Gelegenheit dazu nutzt, shoppen zu gehen. Eigentlich lehne ich jedes Mal ab, wenn sie mich fragt, ob ich mitkomme. “Nein, sorry, ich muss für meine Prüfung am Dienstag lernen.” “Geht nicht, tut mir leid, muss noch die Wohnung aufräumen, meine Eltern kommen morgen vorbei.” “Ich kann nicht, die Katze ist krank und muss versorgt werden.” Dabei habe ich noch nicht einmal eine Katze!
Manche denken jetzt vielleicht, dass ich einen Knall habe. Nun, das mag sein.. Welche Frau geht denn nicht gerne shoppen?! Ich. Aber so ist das halt.
Doch heute gehe ich mit meiner besten Freundin einkaufen. Das hat jedoch nur den Grund, dass ihr Freund vor drei Tagen mit ihr Schluss gemacht hat und ich für sie da sein möchte.
“Was willst du denn machen?”
“Ich will in die Stadt! Frustshoppen”, schluchzt sie ins Telefon. Ich weiß nicht, ob ich nun stolz oder genervt sein sollte. Wenigstens ist sie keine von diesen Frauen, die nach einer Trennung wochenlang einfach im Bett liegen bleiben und sich mit Eis vollstopfen. Nein, wenn meine beste Freundin den Schmerz verarbeiten will, geht sie shoppen! Aber habe ich darauf Lust? Nein, eigentlich nicht, aber ich muss jetzt für sie da sein.
“Na schön, ich hol dich in einer halben Stunde ab.”
Aus dem leidenden Schluchzen wird ein ansatzweise regelmäßiges Atmen. “Okay”, wimmert sie und legt auf.
Müde schäle ich mich von der Couch und mache mich ausgehtauglich. Ich werfe alles Nötige in meine Tasche und verlasse meine Wohnung.
Als ich bei meiner besten Freundin ankomme, sitzt sie schon auf dem Bürgersteig und steht auf, als sie mich sieht.
Dafür dass sie vor ein paar Minuten wie ein Schlosshund geheult hat, sieht sie ziemlich gut aus. Die Augen sind weder rot, noch geschwollen und sie grinst. Sie grinst mich an und lässt sich zufrieden auf den Beifahrersitz plumpsen. “Danke, dass du mitkommst.”
“Dafür ist eine beste Freundin doch da”, sage ich und fahre los.
Während der Fahrt ist es still. Sie redet nicht und ich will einfach nichts Falsches sagen. Es ist nicht einfach jemanden nach einer Trennung zu trösten, das weiß ich selbst. 'Er ist es nicht wert' 'Du hast etwas Besseres verdient' Das sind dämliche Sätze, die man einfach sagt, um überhaupt irgendwas zu sagen. 'Er ist es wohl wert!' 'Es gibt nichts Besseres!'
Wir betreten die Thier-Galerie und ich möchte jetzt schon umdrehen und weglaufen. Es ist brechend voll und verdammt laut.
“A-also.. Wo willst du hin?”, frage ich und hoffe auf ein “Nirgendwo, lass uns zu mir nach Hause fahren und einfach quatschen” aber das ist es natürlich nicht, was sie sagt.
“H&M”, kommt stattdessen sehr entschlossen von ihr und schon packt sie mich am Handgelenk und zieht mich durch die Menge.
Schon nach den ersten sieben Metern werde ich zum ersten Mal angerempelt. Lass uns umdrehen und nach Hause gehen! Die dritte Tasche knallt mir vors Schienbein und ich kann schon den entstehenden Bluterguss spüren. Bitte!
Als ich beim nächsten Mal fast umgerannt werde, löst sich der Griff an meinem Handgelenk und mein beste Freundin ist plötzlich weg. Warum müssen wir auch am Wochenende herkommen?!
Es ist das zweite Mal überhaupt, dass ich hier bin, also habe ich keine Ahnung, wo ich hin muss. Na super..
Eine Weile irre ich hilflos auf der ersten Etage herum, als ich der Kirsche auf dem Sahnetupferl begegne: Ein dampfender Kaffee ergießt sich auf meinem weißen T-Shirt und verbrüht mir die Haut. Ich stoße ein kurzen schmerzerfüllten Schrei aus und schaue den Übeltäter an.
“Sag mal geht’s noch?!”, meckert er mich an. Wie bitte? Er schüttet mir den kochend heißen Kaffee auf mein Shirt und meckert mich an? “Den wollte ich eigentlich trinken!”, faucht er weiter, aber ich höre nicht zu. Ich fühle mich wie im falschen Film. Und während er sich weiter in Rage redet, starrt er mir auch noch in den Ausschnitt!
“Ich kann ja wohl nichts dafür, wenn Sie nicht im Stande dazu sind einen Becher Kaffee fest zu halten. Und beim nächsten Mal schauen Sie mich an, wenn Sie mit mir reden!” Ich schiebe den jungen Mann zur Seite und drängle mich auch an seinen drei lachenden Kollegen vorbei. Gleich hinter ihnen sehe ich die zwei großen, roten Buchstaben und meine beste Freundin direkt dadrunter.
“Bei der hast du eindeutig verkackt, Erik”, höre ich einen der Männer lachen.
Eigentlich sah dieser Erik schon irgendwie süß aus. Die roten Wangen passten zu ihm, aber wenn er immer so mies drauf ist, dann ja. Dann hat er verkackt.
Meine beste Freundin grinst, als sie den Kaffeefleck bemerkt.
“Du hast heute aber einen süßen BH an”, kichert sie, bevor sie mich in den Laden zieht.
Ich lasse sie eine Weile alleine die Regale durch wühlen, um einen Spiegel zu suchen.
Tatsächlich sieht man die creme weißen Herzchen auf dem schwarzen Stoff meines BHs.
Natürlich kann sowas nur mir passieren. Wenn es beschissen läuft, dann richtig. Es wäre ja nur halb so dramatisch gewesen, wenn er sich entschuldigt hätte, aber stattdessen schiebt er die Schuld auf mich. Arschloch.
Und dann glotzt er mir auch noch in den Ausschnitt, anstatt mir in die Augen zu schauen, während er mit mir spricht. Arschloch. Er fragt nicht mal, ob der Kaffee zu heiß war, ob es weh getan hat. Arschloch.
“Hey, ist alles okay bei dir?” Meine beste Freundin sieht mich besorgt an. In ihrer Hand hält sie fünf verschiedene Oberteile, über ihrem Arm liegen zwei Hosen.
“Ja, alles gut. Gehst du das anprobieren?”
Sie nickt und läuft zu den Kabinen. Ich folge ihr, werde aber an der letzten Ecke aufgehalten. Jemand greift nach meinem Arm und zieht mich auf die Seite. Es ist der Mann, der mir den Kaffee aufs T-Shirt gekippt hat. Erik.
“Es tut mir leid. Ich wollte Sie nicht so anschnauzen.”
Ich ziehe meinen Arm weg und renne meiner besten Freundin hinterher. Und jetzt denkt er, dass alles wieder gut ist? Arschloch!
Ich setze mich vor die Kabine und warte auf das erste Outfit meiner besten Freundin.
Wir verbringen fast vier Stunden mit Shoppen, bevor wir beschließen eine Pause einzulegen und in ein Café zu gehen. Dort fragt sie mich dann auch, woher ich diesen großen, dunklen Fleck her habe und ich erzähle ihr von dem Vorfall.
Sie lacht. Ich habe gedacht, sie würde zu mir stehen. “Was für ein Arschloch!” Nein, das sagt sie nicht. Stattdessen lacht sie. “Sah er denn gut aus?”
“Ja, schon, aber darum geht es nicht. Er hat sich wie ein Arschloch verhalten!”
“Ach Laura, reg dich ab. Du siehst ihn sowieso bestimmt nie wieder..” Sie könnte Recht haben, aber das tut sie nicht.
Wir bestellen gerade jeweils einen Cappuccino, als ich Erik mit seinen Kollegen eintreten sehe. Am liebsten wäre ich abgehauen. Vielleicht holt er sich jetzt noch einen Kaffee und schüttet mir diesen auch noch aufs Shirt.
Ich erwarte, dass sie sich irgendwo hinsetzen oder etwas zum Mitnehmen bestellen, aber danach sieht es nicht aus. Alle vier stehen sie im Eingang und schauen sich suchend um. Und als Erik mich erblickt, dreht er sich kurz zu seinen Mitläufern und kommt dann auf mich zu.
Er bleibt vor unserem Tisch stehen und betrachtet grinsend den Kaffeefleck. Arschloch!
Meine beste Freundin fragt mich mit ihrem Blick, ob er es ist, von dem ich geredet habe und ich nicke, dann schaue ich zu ihm hoch. “Was wollen Sie denn hier?”
Er hat eine kleine Tüte bei sich und stellt diese nun auf den Tisch. “Ich möchte mich noch einmal entschuldigen. Ich weiß nicht, warum ich Sie so angefaucht habe. Das mache ich normalerweise nie. Ich habe Ihnen etwas zum Umziehen gekauft, damit Sie nicht so entblößt hier rumlaufen müssen.”
“Ich geh kurz aufs Klo”, meldet sich meine beste Freundin und verschwindet.
“Setzen Sie sich doch”, biete ich an - obwohl es mir eher so rausrutscht - und er setzt sich mir gegenüber. Ich greife nach der Tüte. Als wolle er mich bestechen. Arschloch!
Unentschlossen sehe ich ihn an, worauf mir die interessante Farbe seiner Augen auffallen.
Er lächelt mich an und dieses Lächeln verzaubert mich, lässt die Wut auf ihn verfliegen..
Soll ich in die Tüte schauen? Soll ich dieses Geschenk überhaupt annehmen?
Am Ende hole ich den Stoff doch heraus und betrachte das Oberteil. Es ist genau das selbe, was ich trage.
“Ich wusste nicht, was Sie auf T-Shirts gerne haben und was nicht, also habe ich einfach nach dem Selben gesucht.”
Ich lächle beschämt. Vielleicht ist er doch kein Arschloch. “Dankeschön, das ist lieb.”
Meine beste Freundin kommt schließlich von der Toilette zurück und packt ihre Tüten zusammen. “Ich bin noch verabredet. Bis dann”, verabschiedet sie sich und geht. Ich schaue mich nach den drei anderen Männern um, aber auch die sind nicht mehr da.
“Wie heißen Sie eigentlich?”, fragt er mich.
“Laura. Und Sie?”
“Freut mich, Laura. Ich bin Erik.”
Schon jetzt spüre ich dieses Kribbeln. Es klingt so schön, wenn er meinen Namen sagt. So sanft aber doch so bestimmt!
Er ist wirklich kein Arschloch. Wir trinken gemeinsam Kaffee und beginnen eine lockere Unterhaltung. Ich habe wirklich Spaß, ich fühle mich in seiner Nähe wohl.
Bevor wir gehen, laufe ich aufs Klo und ziehe mir das neue T-shirt an, während Erik einfach beide Kaffees bezahlt.
“Sieht toll aus”, zwinkert er und legt mir eine Hand ins Kreuz, als wir das Café verlassen. Ich grinse ihn an. Meine Haut kribbelt die ganze Zeit am Rücken und ich habe das Gefühl, als würde mein Herz so laut schlagen, dass es jeder hören kann.
Wir verlassen die Thier-Galerie, als mir einfällt, dass ich das Auto meiner besten Freundin überlassen habe. Ich habe keine Lust eine ganze Stunde alleine nach Hause zu laufen. Außerdem ist es schon dunkel und ziemlich kalt.
“Sag mal, könntest du mich eventuell nach Hause fahren? Ich hab mein Auto nicht da.”
“Natürlich. Aber ähm…” Er schaut verlegen zu Boden, während er in seiner Hosentasche kramt. Schließlich zückt er einen kleinen Schlüssel. “Ich bin mit dem Fahrrad hier.”
Ich schlucke. Das kann ja lustig werden.
“Das kriegen wir hin.”
Wir laufen zu den Fahrradständern, wo jetzt nur noch ein Fahrrad steht. Ein sportliches Männerrad.
“Vielleicht setz ich mich auf den Sattel und du… k-kannst dich vielleicht vor mich auf die Stange setzen..?”
Wir versuchen es und irgendwie schaffen wir es tatsächlich so, dass es für jeden wenigstens ansatzweise gemütlich ist.
Erik fährt langsam und schwankend los, ich kralle mich am Lenker fest und lotse ihn zu mir nach Hause.
Bei einigen Kurven habe ich ernsthaft Angst, dass wir umkippen, aber dann spüre ich seinen Atem an meinem Ohr und weiß, dass ich sicher bin, dass er auf mich aufpasst und wir nicht fallen werden.
Als wir vor dem Haus ankommen, stellt Erik das Rad an die Seite und begleitet mich bis zur Tür.
“Das war ein schöner Nachmittag. Ich hatte wirklich Spaß”, sagt er und hebt seine Hand. Sanft berührt er meine Wange und streicht mit dem Daumen über meine Unterlippe.
“Ja, ich auch.” Ich bringe nicht mehr als ein Flüstern heraus. Und mehr kann ich auch gar nicht sagen, denn da hat er sich schon zu mir runter gebeugt und legt seine Lippen auf meine. Sanft aber fordernd bewegt er sie und löst sich erst, als wir beide keine Luft mehr bekommen. Die Schmetterlinge in meinem Bauch rebellieren, ich lege eine Hand auf die Türklinke um nicht zu fallen. “Wow..”, hauche ich.
Erik strahlt mich an. “Ich würde mich freuen, wenn du dich melden würdest.” Er steckt mir ein Kärtchen hinters Ohr, küsst mich noch ein letztes Mal und fährt davon…
Keep The Horse Where It belongs (Ashley Purdy Imagine W/ Anon)
“Y/N! Come here, I have a surprise for you!” Ashley yelled when he walked in the door.
“Ashley, I told you not to get me anything for my birthday.” You responded, but you got up anyway to stop his yelling.
You were never a big lover of surprises, in fact you hated them. Which is why you always told people to get you no presents for Christmas and birthdays. So you didn’t know why Ashley was so eager to show you this surprise on your birthday, after telling him millions of times to not get you any surprises ever.
“You’ll like this though! Come on, we’re going on an adventure!! Get socks and shoes on and meet me in the car!” He sounded like an overexcited little kid. And he was just as adorable, so you agreed to go along for his little surprise.
As you got in the car you asked him, “So.. any hints on this surprise?”
“Nope! None!” He grinned.
You couldn’t stay mad at him so you smiled back and decided to enjoy the ride there. After a 20 minute car ride singing along to the radio blasting Motley Crue, you finally pulled up at a ranch.
“Uh, Ashley.. What are we doing here?” You asked. You had told Ashley countless times of all the time you used to spend out on your family ranch as a kid and how much you enjoyed riding and taking care of the horses there so you figured he took you to ride horses for the day.
As he led you to the horse stables, you knew your guess was right. You walked over to the two beautiful horses.
“Awww, are these the ones we get to ride today?!” You asked, nearly yelling in excitement. Maybe all surprises weren’t terrible.
“Nope,” Ashley responded. You felt a little sad seeing as they were the only two horses in the barn. Apparently, your guess was not right. Before you could continue with your pity party in your mind, Ashley interrupted your thoughts. “These are the ones we get to ride forever.”
After a moment, you realized what he had said. “These are ours?! This is the best birthday surprise ever! Thank you so much!!”
After tacking the horses, you both jumped on and started to ride around the ranch. It was a beautiful place and just as the sun began to set you pulled back up to the barn to put the horses back in.
Seeing the sad look on your face, Ashley asked what was wrong. “It’s just.. I’m gonna miss them. Can’t we stay a little longer??” you asked, giving him your best pouty face.
“We can come anytime you want to, Y/N. But now, we have to get a special someone to a very special birthday dinner.” He said taking you back to the car.
As you got in the car you announced, “You know what, Ash. I think I could learn to tolerate surprises a little better after today!”
Owners Note: Written by one of my new very talented Co-Writers! Lover her! Hope you guys like it! :)
Co-Writer #2 Submission (Only Fluff) Christian Coma Imagine
Snow Day!
“Ceece, wake up!” You bounced excitedly on the bed, trying to wake your boyfriend, CC Coma, up.
“Mmm… What is it?” He smiled up at you, still half asleep.
“It snowed last night! Come on!” You grabbed his hand, attempting to get him up. “I already called the other guys and they’re on their way. Come on!”
By the time the others got there, you and CC had both bundled up. You ran outside with CC close behind.
“Snow Day! Heck yeah!” You started to do a dance, but stopped short when a snowball exploded against your back.
You turned around to see CC grinning and laughing. “Oh, that’s it!” You yelled. “I declare war! Andy, Ashley, you guys are on my team.”
You immediately started constructing a fort on one end of the yard. Ashley was helping you and you set Andy to making snowballs. “We need a good arsenal,” you explained.
Once the fort was ready, your team crouched behind it. “Team, ready!” Shouted Andy. You waited until Jake popped his head up to launch one right at his face. The fight was on.
A few minutes into the war, and you guys started losing bad. “Guys, it’s time to pull a hell-Mary. Gazelle Legs, you go to the right and take on Jinxx. Purdy Perv, you go to the left and get Jake. Leave CC to me. On three. One. Two. Three!” You jumped over your fort and ran straight for theirs. Andy had already thrown snow over Jinxx, and Ashley was getting Jake, so that left your boyfriend to you.
You let out a yell as you ran through their fort and tackled CC.
“I win.” You grinned down at him. It had started to snow yet again, and flakes were falling around you.
“Are you sure?” He grinned and flipped you both so that he was on top. “I think I win.” He whispered before kissing you.
