Sexshe wipes off her make upSex5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
he washes the gel out of his hair
she takes off her earrings
he undoes his belt
she slips off her shoes
he takes off his shirt
she slides out of her dress
he unzips his jeans
she pulls off her tights
he removes his shoes, jeans and socks
she looks at him
he takes off her bra
she pulls down his pants
he tells her to kneel before him
he lays on the bed
she removes her knickers
he pats the bed
she lays next to him
they hold hands
he rolls onto her
he reassures her
he rolls back over
he looks at her
she looks at him
they hold hands
he kisses her
she kisses him
they lay in bed
Reader x Norway- Reading He pushed her down onto the bed softly and straddle her as he kissed her roughly but passionately sending shivers down the girl's spine. They began removing every article of clothing as the heat from their bodies kept rising. Oh they were losing themselves in the sweet feel of lust. The girl began rubbing slow circles on his chest as he was about to----Reader x Norway- Reading2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What are you reading ____?"
You quickly shut the book as Norway stared at you emotionlessly.
"N-nothing!" you said nervously
He slightly raised his eyebrow and sat down next to you on the couch.
It was then silent and you kept your eyes glued to the books cover, meanwhile praying Norway would leave.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Norway finally spoke.
"Is that Finland in a maid outfit?"
You quickly lifted your head up and dropped the book.
"EH?! Really? Where?" you looked around frantically, ready to pounce on Finland.
"Norway I don't see anything." You say before freezing in your spot.
The book you had been rea
Telling Childhood Goodnight.They were the fearless whispers through the starless night.Telling Childhood Goodnight.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They were the pounding feet through the cobbled streets,
Screaming out for everything.
They were the fleeting memories of a time long gone by,
Blown away in the wind to a far away sky,
Where the air is cold and the stars never shine.
Memories leave their traces behind,
The scars on my legs from a day long gone by.
I was climbing a rock,
That would forever leave me with a flaw.
They were the youthful cries, screaming out.
They were the glowing eyes, on a fearless march,
Racing down the cobbled streets, blazing out for all to see.
The beacon of light that is now dying out,
I never wanted it to go away.
Everything is changing at a speed I can’t match,
I am drifting further every day.
It makes me want to cry that the best and worst days of my life,
Are being pushed away with every day that passes by.
I want to hold on
But each day I lose more ground.
Soon they will be gone without even a sound.
Hungry (97)When I gave myself to you,Hungry (97)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You promised that you were true,
But now that you've left me
I wonder now, how it could be?
What should I call this new found addiction?
Evil, Sinful, Exciting?
Oh what strange, wry contradiction...
You need time to clean out your attic
But freedom, love, cannot come without cost.
So here I am- Psychosomatic,
Yes dear, my appetite is lost.
School Days [Norway x Reader x Iceland]PLEASE READ DESCRIPTIONSchool Days [Norway x Reader x Iceland]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were bored.
It was miserable and stormy out, the rain and cold making the thought of stepping outside undesirable. Not being out and about was unusual for you, as you were quite the go getter.
You were the top student of your class, and the student council president. You were beautiful, with your flawless (s/c) skin, your sparkling (e/c) eyes, and your (h/l) (h/c) hair. Many other girls envied you, even though you put no effort into your appearance. But you didn't care about your fellow seniors, as they were shallow and meaningless to you, with the exception of your few friends. The only things you wanted were straight A's, your laptop, and anime boys.
Oh, those anime boys.
Anyways, you were laying on your back in the middle of your bed. You had already completed your quarterly projects, weekend homework, and studied for your history test on Wednesday. It was about 7:00 in the afternoon on Sunday, leaving you
Daily Theme #7: SadnessSadness is the thing with tears,Daily Theme #7: Sadness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which creeps inside the soul,
And stops the tune which never sings,
Until your hope does fall.
And in the darkest storm is felt,
And bright must be the instance,
That could keep this gloom away,
That infects all at a time.
I've seen it in the highest towers,
And in the deepest depths,
Still, every time I feel it,
It takes away from me.
If I Was Honest (93)If I was honest,If I Was Honest (93)3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'd tell you my past.
If I were true,
I'd say we could last.
If I could tell you of me;
I'd raise you up higher,
And help you to fly.
If I was honest,
I'd hold you so tight.
If I were gentle,
I'd walk in the light.
If I could whisper of you;
I'd hold you so gently,
Oh darling don't leave.
If I was honest,
I'd rip you to pieces.
If I weren't frightening,
I'd smooth all our creases.
If I could give you of me;
I know that we'd vanish,
Your innocence would fall.
Its a Promise, Right? --2--Its a Promise, Right? --2--3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Kiku! Kiku! Wanna go for a walk in the park? There'll be a lot of pretty girls to talk to!" Kiku's friend, Feliciano, was trying to push him out of the house on Valentine's Day. He just wasn't up for it, yet. It has been a nearly two months since she died, but he still didn't know what to do with himself. Kiku shook his head, gaining a sad look from his friend.
"I'm sorry, Feliciano. I just do not feel like going out today, that is all." Feliciano frowned sadly once more before nodding in agreement and walking towards the door.
"It's okay, Kiku! I may not understand, but you're in a lot of pain right now with [Name] gone! You may just need your space or something. I'll come back later to spend the rest of the night with you so you aren't lonely, okay?" He flashed him a bright smile before walking out of the calm house. Kiku was staring at his door with a blank expression. Without a second thought, he ran out the door.
"You You really meant a lot to me, [Name] " Kiku stoo
ApplesSweet and sensual,Apples2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feel of your fingers on my skin.
Slow and longing,
The trail of your hands on my curves.
Languid and helpless,
The pulsing of my veins under your masterful strokes.
My love for you is like my love for apples.
Juicy, crunchy, delicious...
And as dark as a sinner's heart.
Time Travel TroubleMy day could have been better. Then again, I could have prevented walking into a street lamp by not humming the James Bond theme as I daydreamed about being a secret agent that everyone wants. But what fun would that have been? I sit on a bench at the bus station, waiting for my transport home but of course it's late. Number 32 is always late. I wish things could be more like Star Trek. A simple "Beem me up, Scotty" and I'd be home. I wonder if anyone has actually started building a teleport yet.Time Travel Trouble2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Could you hold this for me?'
I slightly jump as I noticed a guy sitting next to me on the bench, holding an object towards me. I grab it and say 'Sure.' instinctively. Why did I do that? And more importantly: when did he get here? The man looks to be 10 years older than me, dressed lazily in a grey suit without a tie and an unbuttoned dark blue vest. The suit would have looked great with the maroon tie I'm wearing. Why that's my first thought, I have no idea. Should I give him my tie?
HeartbrokenI loved, I cared, I gave you all that I could,Heartbroken3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My misfortune; I couldn't be all that you wanted.
I hoped, I wished, and I thought you understood,
My misfortune; my heart felt taunted.
I wondered, I asked, and I prayed for your own good.
My misfortune; I felt so unwanted,
I pleaded, I begged, all to share thoughts I could,
My misfortune; I neglected the hurt you had planted.
I was stupid, I was blind, I was unable to read your mind,
My misfortune; I still messaged you.
I learnt my lesson, I felt the world, I now think I know it,
Dont worry, you shall never feel so lacerated.
I promise, I swear, I shall never speak to you again,
For I deserved it all to have fallen for you.
I was silly, I was weird, and I was dumb to think --
How could I been the one you cherished?
But may you answer if you could -- how could someone be so indecisively cruel?
A cold-heart with its own blood, uncaring with bleeding hearts
I question if you care truly for my well being,
Or if it is just an illusion to fill
.::AU::. A Night Time JogAllison slammed her head upon the desk, groaning loudly out of frustration. "Why must this dumb college give us so much homework!?".::AU::. A Night Time Jog3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, it may be Allison's last year in college, and yes, the college may be a high class school, but nobody could ever fathom why it gave so much homework in one night. It's worse than senior year in high school, and that year was quite torturous! Allison was getting a headache from thinking about graduating and whatever it may be that she does after leaving college. With a sigh, she stood up and threw her pencil on the desk. "If I can't do my homework, then I might as well do something productive!"
Pulling her hair into a ponytail, Allison trudged down the stairs and grabbed her sweatshirt off of the coat hanger. She still lived in her apartment with her older brother, Arthur, because they lived close enough to the college to walk there every day. She stopped by the front door and bent down to put on her converse, having troubles lacing up the strings. "Go
The Shades Of My EyesThe Shades Of My Eyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Shades Of My Eyes
Treading along a path of healing
Within an aura of rejuvenation
Restore the strongest force of life
Renew these weakening limits of mine
Devotion has no means to an end
There is only hope and strength to be lent
Just like the void called the sky
Even the clouds don't hinder sight
A storm could be brewing
And lightning could be striking
But there is no fear dwelling
Only a calm, tranquil feeling
A rarity itself
An enigma that stands out
A peace that transcends
An energy that ascends
A strong person who is still only human
An outcome of living within the moment
Like a stunning sunrise
Shunning out an ominous evening night
Piercing through that unending blanket of darkness
To see the light of day again, it tells me that I've made it
The sun rays hit and land
And starts to melt the doubt from my hands
The will to endure
The wisdom to acquire
There are no word
A Cancer's New Year's Resolution -- AmericaCancer's New Year's Resolution;A Cancer's New Year's Resolution -- America3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Be more active and do more physical activities.
"Hey, [Name]!" You turned your head around to see a hyper American running his way towards you. You sighed, closing your door so none of the heat would escape your comfortable home.
"What is it, Alfred?" He grinned and pulled out a party popper, popping it right in front of your face. Good thing it was pointing upwards, or else he'd be on the ground wondering what just hit him.
"Happy New Year's!" You gave him the most strangest look you could muster up.
"Seriously? That's all you came to say?" He pouted and slouched over a little.
"Well if you're gonna be a poo about it, then fine..." You sighed and opened the door to your house again, stepping inside.
"Are you coming in or not?" His face lit up immediately as he bounced into your welcoming home. You gave him another strange look before closing the door behind him, immediately beginning to take off your coat. Alfred stood there, dumbfounded f
Rapper America x Reader - Love Your JobThump, thump, your heart follows the beat you scratch up in the DJ booth that night. Your headphones only cover one ear so you hear the loud club beat in one ear and in the other pure flawless music. You love your job, yeah the hours suck sometime, but its totally worth it. You love mixing music and the never ending energy of the club.Rapper America x Reader - Love Your Job3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to face your boss, Antonio. He's trying to tell you something, but you have to take off your headphones to hear. You only catch a few words of what he's saying. His deep Spanish accent doesn't help any.
"...new...just hired...rapper...popular...airplane...starts now..." Are the words and you groan inwardly. You can't stand working with rappers. They tend to be stuck up Prima Donas and always demand the stage and then they get all the credit, while you are ignored. But you trust Antonio's judge of character and hope that this guy isn't to bad. But when you see him walk up on stage you can't help but appreciate his
.::AU::. You Really Love Me"Lovino, how much do you love me?".::AU::. You Really Love Me3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Why are you asking?"
"Just wondering. But, seriously, how much do you love me?"
"Well A lot, I guess you could say."
"What do you mean by a lot, my dear sir?"
"I mean so much I can't describe? W-Why are you asking this dumb question!?"
"Uh huh Alright. I guess I can flow with that answer. So, Lovi, what's my favorite color?"
"My favorite animal?"
"A dog, duh. You haven't shut up about it unless I bought one for you. Why?"
"What's my favorite thing to do?"
"You like to sit around and play video games all day. You also like to draw a lot. Why are you asking me these dumb-?!"
"Good, you know that much. What's my favorite thing to wear?"
"You like wearing your dumb Mario sweatshirt and those Gam-whatever pants."
"Gamzee pants, mind you."
"Well, whatever. I'm not answering any more questions until you tell me why you're asking them in the first place!"
"Lovi-dear, what's my favorite musical artist?"
"Bruno fucking Mars."
"Who's my best
I Hate to Have You Gone .::America::."Welcome to your new math class, kiddos. My name is Mr. Alfred Jones, but if you really want to, you can call me Mr. J." Alfred gave a big smile to his newest freshman class. He's been working at North Central for about five years, and those five years have been hectic.I Hate to Have You Gone .::America::.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The class before him stared in awe, taking in the appearance of their math teacher. He was much more attractive than anyone expected! He can't possibly be single, could he? One girl decided to be brave and ask the question, so she raised her hand. Once the teacher noticed it, he smiled and said, "Yeah, what's up?"
"Do you have a girlfriend, or are you at least married?"
Alfred's face went pale at the question. He stopped moving for just a minute before he forced up a small laugh. "Yeah, I have a wife. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Want to see a picture of her?"
Everyone in the room nodded in unison, and Alfred got up to fetch the picture off of his desk. He held it gently in his hands as he walked back
YouYouYou3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Start of every morning
Think about you
You with your bright brown eyes that sparkle within the morning sun
The smile that keeps my heart beating
You give a new life each time I see you
But especially today
The day that gave a chance for all this to happen
Your very existence
I cherish every moment I spent with you
Moment by moment
Hoping, loving, growing
From the day that we started dating, it seem that it was just fling or something
Because I didn't know how to show it, that I care about you
Being too strong was always my weakness but yet it turned into a strength for me
Yet I'd felt that I was going to lose you if I make one mistake
The impression you gave me was that
I had to be perfect for you because of your past
Impress you, showered you with short phrases of love
Then turned into poems of love
Just because I loved you, not because to impress you
Sometimes you don't know how much I want to write about you
I can write endless stories about you but though you just leave
It's the Music Talking ::AmericaxReader::"Alfred, are you a fan of like Lady Gaga and Kesha or something?" You stared at Alfred in shock and confusion mashed together because of the music he was listening to. "I'm not gonna judge you or anything, but seriously? Your music just sort of Sucks."It's the Music Talking ::AmericaxReader::3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's judging me, [Name]!" Alfred laughed and turned up the music louder, causing you to groan and open your window more so you didn't have to hear the music as much as the wind. In all honesty, Alfred listening to people like Nicki Minaj and Lady Gaga is totally shocking. You'd expect him to listen to music like Train or Usher or something like that, not lady music. You had to admit though, knowing this was sort of a good thing because now you could listen to that music around him without him complaining.
"Why don't you listen to Bruno Mars or something?" You turned to look at him a bit, knowing he wouldn't glance at you since he's driving to God knows where.
"Bruno Mars is for girly girls like you, [Name]! I don't listen to
The Heart Seemed to do it Somehow"Gajimallaedo meomchwoseoraedoThe Heart Seemed to do it Somehow3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Neoreul hyanghaeganeun nae mamingeol
Darchido annni juljido annni"
"Mathias, we should take a break from each other "
Mathias flinched in shock, looking at his girlfriend with wide eyes. Had he heard her right? No, you could never hear that wrong. They were taking a break from each other? How do people do that, anyways? He gave a nervous laugh as a reply. "W-Whaddya mean, [Name]? That's a good joke you got there, not gonna lie!"
"Mathias, that isn't a joke. I'm serious about this. I feel like you're being too clingy." You tore your gaze away from his eyes, looking at the coffee table located in the middle of the room. You didn't want to believe it either, but even though he was getting a bit too clingy, you just wanted a break from him.
"But, [Name] Don't you love me ?" His tone was dripping with pain, making you immediately regret your decision of telling him that.
You gulped quietly and fixed your scarf on your neck. "I-I'
Grenade .::Germany::."I'd jump in front of a train for yaGrenade .::Germany::.3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You know I'd do anything for ya
I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes, I would die for you, baby
But you won't do the same "
Ludwig growled in annoyance at the sight of that idiotic Spaniard with her. After a stupid fight, [Name] had broken up with him and left his life forever. Though, Ludwig had a feeling she never even loved him. Whenever they were together, she would be staring off into space and sometimes right out ignored him. Whenever they kissed, she'd recoil a bit. It always got Ludwig thinking; Was he not good enough? He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers as if he were getting ready for war, and looked back up at the beautiful girl he once called his girlfriend. Antonio had just bought her a necklace, one with a turtle as the charm. [Name] had always had a liking towards turtles. Hot tears rushed up to Ludwig's eyes, threatening to spill out in public. They wo
Decode .::ReaderxRussia::."How did we get hereDecode .::ReaderxRussia::.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I used to know you so well
How did we get here
Well I think I know "
You know, he didn't always used to be like this. Ivan would always greet you with a hug and a kiss on the top of your head. Nowadays, he barely even hugged you. It was like one of those side hugs that guys do when they're meeting each other at a bar or something. You weren't a guy, and he wasn't meeting you at a bar, either. It was kind of unsettling.
You don't even know what you did to him. One day, you two were cuddling up on the couch, watching Tangled, and the next day, Ivan was locked up in his room doing "work". You two would barely even see each other after that, let alone speak to each other. When you had to restock the fridge for food, you'd knock softly on Ivan's door and say, "Hey, I'm going to the store. Would you like anything while I'm there?" The only reply you would receive was a small grunt and a quiet "no". It seems as if he didn't even trust you with anythin