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❶He beamed, and bounded across the short distance to you, throwing his arms around you.

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In addition, he is a compassionate friend, who always helps other buddies when they have problem. He always cares especially about me.

He is very useful for me. The second reason is that Petou has full of ability. He was one of the national outstanding students in I really appreciate him so much about this.

Furthermore, He excels at every subject that makes me admire him very much. Since I have known him, I notice that he never fails the exams. He always gets high score in my class. In addition, he is killed at explaining the lessons. Moreover, He is mighty smart. Edmund place yet another kiss on your lips. Peter cleared his throat loudly. Edmund pulled away from you for need of air.

Peter stood there awkwardly. He was silent for a moment. You pushed Edmund away gently. Where would i begin to amass as much knowledge about fae as you have lol?? There are so many crosses between cultures and eras that it's really hard to pin down a Solid Source haha.

Also fairytales and folklore are generally pretty short? You end up with huge huge variation. General thoughts and some info. Be prepared to give it a lot of your time, too.

Could you write one about being cheated on by someone you put all your trust and faith into and never being able to trust them or anyone that way again? Could you write something about being cheated on by your best friend and your first boyfriend? Could you write a smutty one shot about walking into your best friends house harry obviously and he is kinda horny.

Maybe even msturbating idk. And then he tries to take you to his bedroom! You two had made plans for the first time in weeks. Both of your schedules finally free.

You sigh, twisting the knob to his house. You are relieved when the door opens. You and Harry have been friends since primary school, only becoming closer as the years went on. The house sounded quiet, his car was in the driveway so you knew he was home.

When you see no sign of him you start up the stairs. His bathroom door is already open as you peep around the corner. The sight you witness makes your jaw drop. Harry is stood at the edge of the bathtub, his hair wet as if he had just gotten out of the shower. His large hands stroke his shaft.

His eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow. You try to look away but there was something about the sight that intrigued you. He was so attractive there was no doubt about that but you never were willing to ruin your guys relationship.

He groans as his hand rubs up and down your back, lowering to your bum eventually. He pulls away from you, looking at you in the eyes with his lustful ones. You had seen him naked before, as he had you. When you two were in secondary school you were curious, 17 was a weird age to be at the time. He backs you up against the bathroom counter, his member still hard and bulging through his towel.

His lips meet yours, he moans at the contact. Your hand moves to the towel that is tied around him, will one tug it falls to the ground. You grasp him in your hand, pumping multiple times as his lips part in the kiss which allows you more access to his mouth.

He starts to pant and move his hips against your hand, his arousal causing your core to moisten. You pull away from his lips, slowly sliding down his body to your knees. Leaving multiple kisses down his torso until you are eye level with his dick. He hisses as you do. Moving your head back and forth while taking more of him into your mouth. Your hand still stroking his base. His hand moves to the back of your head, roughly grabbing your hair.

You moan with him still in your mouth and he sucks a quick breath in. You continue to bob your head, slowly then quickly. Teasing him by going painfully slow when you could tell he was getting close. Finally you continue at a quick pace his moans becoming louder and his hand pushing against the back of your head in instinct. His moans are loud and erratic as he released into your mouth. You gag as your take him as deep as you can. His hand tightening in your hair while she pleas for you to stop.

You pull away from him, giving his dick a quick kiss on the tip before standing to your feet. His eyes still lustful as you come face to face with him again. He is still trying to catch his breath and he grasps your upper arm. He smirks up at you while ripping your pants down your legs. He backs you up to the bed, laying you down a the edge so your legs are still hanging off. Your pants are removed the rest of the way and he lowers down to give your inner thighs light kisses.

You groan, he know how you feel about teasing. You feel his lips smirks against your thigh. He pulls your underwear to the side and gives your clit a kiss. It was kind of your guys thing. You squirm anticipating what came next. He slides your underwear all the way off.

His tongue darts out of his mouth and you moan when it meets your core. He swirls it around the nub, your thighs on either side of his head, hanging down his back. He moves further down to your entrance, your thighs tighten around his head as his tongue darts in your entrance. He moves back to your clit, hitting all the right spots until you come undone. His name falling from your lips as his tongue flicks your clit.

He moves back up to your head after you finish a smirk on his face as he kisses your sweaty neck. Originally posted by kinky-1d. The first time you saw the writing on your arm, you were ten. You knew what it was, of course. At the time, it excited you. A person out there who existed just to be with you!

But now, looking at the writing that had appeared on your arm, you felt nervous. You stared at it for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to respond. Finally, before you could lose your nerve, you grabbed a sharpie out of your pencil pouch and scribbled something in response.

You tried to think of a question to ask Michael. The way soulmates worked, you knew that any attempts to learn where he lived or how old he was would blur out and be unreadable. Unfortunately, those were the two questions that were buzzing through your mind. Finally you wrote, Do you like superheros? After that day, you and Michael wrote all the time.

You began carrying around a thing of makeup wipes so that you could wipe your arm off when you ran out of room to write. You learned everything you could about your soulmate. He was your best friend, your confidant. But it was then that the pieces began to fall into place.

You were a fan of Dear Evan Hansen before it hit the mainstream. You loved the cast, both the regulars and the understudies. With so many men named Michael in the cast though, it was only natural that your friends made jokes about it. But that conversation got you thinking. What if you were lucky enough to have one of the DEH cast as your soulmate? You tried to find out from Michael. You and Michael had worked out a code phrase to use if you ever stumbled across people with your names.

After that conversation, it only solidified the idea in your head that your Michael was in Dear Evan Hansen. Specifically, that your Michael was Michael Lee Brown. You were eighteen now, and sitting in your English class. You looked up guiltily. Sure enough, someone on your dash had reblogged an article about it. Without a thought, you pulled up the Dear Evan Hansen website and purchased a ticket to the matinee. Besides, you lived an hour from New York by train, your ticket was for a Saturday, and you were a legal adult.

The day of the show you were practically vibrating with nervous energy. As soon as he told you you bought his gift. On the day of, you packed it neatly in a bag and slid a letter in with it. The letter said two things: As soon as he appeared onstage you knew.

You were sitting in the mezzanine, close enough to make out all of his facial expressions. From the moment he started talking it was like something in you clicked into place. After the show you hurried to the stage door and fought your way to the front. Grabbing the attention of the stage door manager, you handed him the gift bag.

When the door closed behind him, you began to nervously fiddle with your fingers. Not five minutes later, the stage door suddenly burst open and Michael darted out, looking around frantically. Then he locked eyes with you. You grinned hopefully, and stretched out your hand. He beamed, and bounded across the short distance to you, throwing his arms around you.

You squeezed him back just as tightly. They also got along amazingly. One time she had to go into hospital to have an operation on her leg.

She was in pretty bad shape and I was really upset about it. I looked after her every day until she was better. I even had to help her have a bath, which she hated but.

It took a while and she got very depressed, but eventually she started feeling better and things went back to normal. I have no idea how we get along so well to tell you the truth. I like to do indoors stuff — writing, reading, video games etc. But she does none of that stuff. She loves the outdoors. Not interested in new friends much.

This gets some people offside sometimes. I know what they mean, but I get to see a whole different side to her. She does get awful jealous sometimes though.


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