nichvlas:

It’s not about the kissing, holding hands, the dates, the sex, and showing off. It’s about being with someone who makes you happy in a way that no one else can. It’s about being with someone who accepts you and your weirdness. It’s about being yourself around them and they can be their self around you.


cassbones:

whatacartouchebag:

oliviabensons:

it’s not an obsession until you search for fanfiction

It’s not a true obsession until you run out of fanfiction to read.

and shit gets real when you start writing fanfiction


"A serious girl, when she finds someone who calms her spirit and quiets her busy thoughts, will love you so fiercely, it will defy even her own logic and reasoning."
— Unknown (via cateyesandthickthighs)

flowury:

i want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe



Title: My Sweet, Sweet Violet Part 4Summery: “I place Violet, the woman of my deepest agony—the student whose held my lust between her fingers—gently in the centre of my bed, her body squirming underneath my warm and experienced hand.”Rated: MWarning(s): [Smut] 100% sexually explicit material. Professor/student. Daddy/kitten. For Mature audiences only. [you’ve been warned]Disclaimer: I do not own Christoph Waltz nor was I the original activist of Professor Waltz. Professor Waltz’s character is based off the actor Christoph Waltz. However, Professor Waltz is a purely fictional character and has no realistic or actual link to the actor; simply just adding the title Pr. in front to the actor’s name and envisioning them as a professor.
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_________________________________________________________I am not the first to wake in the morning. Upon first light my tired gaze spots an elongated body of naked flesh across my bed. Beside my head I find a pair of toes happy and wiggling, and unaware of the new infatuation of my eyes. This child-like quality—this pure essence she continues to sustain brings a smile to my lips. My sweet girl. My eyes continue to wander the length of her legs and around the dip of her knees and along the supple flesh of her thighs until it meets two beautiful, rosy mounts which conceals the young woman’s secret garden (and the honey comb I licked clean the previous night). A certain, familiar energy begins to swell in my lower abdomen, but I push it aside and let my eyes continue their adventure.And beyond her magical realm which bewitches me, lays a bare canvas of skin stretched over these little knobs that is her spine—these little knobs that I feel a heavy desire to kiss and suck into my mouth, or use my tongue as a brush to paint her back in my saliva and leave my fleshy signature.  Furthermore, I sweep my eyes along her back, continuing to devour her spine, her shoulder blades, her neck which is, at the moment, elongated and very bitable. I consciously must mute a moan to continue my status of invisibility. At last, in her possession, I find several books stacked around her. Some have been left opened as where others are untouched and awaiting curious eyes. I quickly discover, from a quick glance to my library, that some are very my private collection and the remaining are from the previous day’s adventure to the bookstore. I smile seeing her elbows buried in the bed, and her attention wholly concentrated.  Devoid of stirring the bed, I manage to roll towards her and mold my lips over the knob of her ankle. I feel the jolt in her body as she startles from an unexpected touch. We meet gazes and smile at each other. She begins to shift positions, but I lay a hand on her thigh to stop her.  She eases back down onto her belly, and keeps her head wrenched over her shoulder to watch me. I then clamber to my hands and knees, and crawl over her body. She begins to blush and giggle into her hands, but makes no attempt to squirm away. My sweet, sweet Violet, I deem.  I lay small, wet kisses on her body. When I arrive at the two mounts of flesh to which is the gateway to her garden, I keep it light and teasing. I can smell her honey, warm and fresh. Delicious. I notice Violet’s breath has become heavy and audile. She likes this, she wants more. I smirk, and continue along her spine, kissing and sucking and painting her back as I have desired. Her skin tastes of honey and salt. I believe my little one needs a bath. I come to her neck, and sweep her hair away which hides it. The heat in my breath, I notice, makes her giggle harder and begin to squirm. “What have you been up to little one?” I whisper into her ear. “Nothing,” she manages between outcries of laughter. “I don’t think so,” I sing, and let my right hand wonder over her ass with one of my fingers pressing between her lips. She calms immediately as she understands what will happen if she remains un-obliging; although, she can not cease her laughter.  “You’re not in trouble, Violet,” I continue with a smile, and kiss her neck. “Simply curious.” “Well, …” She begins, then giggles. It is probably counterproductive that I am tickling her, but I can’t help myself. Seeing Violet happy is intoxicating. “I woke up a while …. ago … and … you were still sleeping … so soundly and p-peacefully … Christoph, please! … I didn’t want to wake you. … So, I took some books … from your collection … and um, some from the bookstore. I’ve been … reading …” “Naked?” I tease. “Yes,” she smiles; “it’s liberating. Reading naked.” “Mmm,” I moan, and kiss into her neck again. “As much as I adore my little one reading, I believe it’s bath time.”  Color reinstates itself across her cheeks, and her eyes grow wide. “What?” she gasps, and attempts to squirm out from underneath my body. I simply apply my weight atop her to immobilize her. She giggles madly. “Don’t tell me you’re still shy of me, little one,” I reply with a soft chuckle, and kiss her temple. “No, no! professor,” she continues to giggle; “please, no!” “Shhh,” I shush in her ear. “It’s going to be alright. I know kittens don’t like water, but she needs to let daddy clean her. …. Hmm? Will kitten let daddy clean her?” Again, it is probably counterproductive that I am tickling her, but I can’t help myself. “And what have I asked you? Please call me Christoph. I am no longer your teacher.” Her response makes my pride glow. “Aren’t you?” “Oh,” I croon; “someone’s saucy this morning. Daddy definitely needs to wash kitten’s mouth out with soap.”Violet blushes. I kiss the top of her head then move away from her body. I don’t even have to cast my gaze over my shoulder as I disappear into the bathroom to know Violet’s face is adorned in such a deep heat she hides her face in the blankets. The sight of my naked body stills embarrasses her, I think with a endearing smile. My sweet, sweet Violet. I fill the bath to a warm degree, and add a bubbly concoction assured to soften skin and improve health. I salivate to the idea that I will soon have the pleasure of massaging Violet’s body with water and oils, a sponge and the bareness of my hand. I sit on the edge of the tub waiting for it to fill a little more than half-way before returning to the bedroom. Violet is no where to be seen; however, the giggling, shapeless mass underneath the blankets answers my inquiry. I carefully snake my hand underneath the covers, and latch onto an ankle. With a swift pull, I drag the young woman from her hiding place, scoop her into my arms, and carry her into the bathroom. She clings to my body in the effort should I not be able to free her from my body, she will not have to endure bath time.  However and to her surprise, I step into the tub with her still in my arms and lower us down together. Accepting defeat, she giggles and, like the good girl she is, settles into the water. She sighs, and allows the warm water to overcome her, blanketing her in a relaxing cocoon. I gently reposition her so that she lays with her back against my stomach and sits between my legs. I slid my hands underneath her arms, and intertwine my fingers underneath her breasts. She mimics me, and lays hers over mine.  Oh, perfect, perfect, purrrrfect. I rest my head on the lip of the bath’s edge, and close my eyes. The water becomes completely still apart from the gentle ripples created by our breathing. The mere thought of this young beauty against mine, slicked with the oils in the water, created such a bubbling sensation in my chest that I have to breath deeply to alleviate the building pressure. Love, love love, love, l o v e is all that comes to my mind. Time stands still, and I am unsure of how much passes before I begin lathering her body with a sponge. Between her breasts, I slid my hands, to her collar bones, over a shoulder, down an arm, back up the arm, over her other shoulder, down her arm, skip to her breasts, circle, circle, circle. Her eyes are closed, and her head cast to the side. I let the sponge disappear into the water and waver between her legs. She doesn’t jump as I except. She remains calm and inviting to my actions. She pants softly, and whimpers my name. So receptive, I think, as I feel her hips begin to rotate into the sponge. Already coming, little? I don’t interlude, and continue to rub my hand between her legs and let the sponge massage her clit. Only a few, brief moments pass before she meets a watery heaven.  The water’s become violent and spilling over the edge. I can feel her head press into my chest, with some pain, as her hips make one last thrust against my hand. I am almost certain she has positioned herself so my hardening cock rubs into her folds. “C-Christoph!” she gasps when the first ripple of her orgasms washes over her. I release the sponge, and begin vibrating my fingers against her clit and into her folds, sending the woman into a mad frenzy. “Oh, it’s too much! Ooohhhh, it’s too intense!” She’s gasping, thrashing wildly into my hands. I realize in this moment that I am truly overwhelming her with too much pleasure, and immediately relax my motions into a tender massage. I let her calm down, and help settle her back into the water without stirring waves. “Oh, my darling, I’m so sorry,” I say, and turn her head to face me. I place kisses all over her face. “Forgive me, my love. I forget myself sometimes. I know you’re not able to handle that much pleasure yet. Please forgive, daddy.” This little woman truly has the ability to melt my heart. She smiles, places a soft kiss to my lips, and says, “Little loves the pleasure daddy gives her. She wants more.”  
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Title: My Sweet, Sweet Violet Part 4
Summery: “I place Violet, the woman of my deepest agony—the student whose held my lust between her fingers—gently in the centre of my bed, her body squirming underneath my warm and experienced hand.”
Rated: M
Warning(s): [Smut] 100% sexually explicit material. Professor/student. Daddy/kitten. For Mature audiences only. [you’ve been warned]
Disclaimer: I do not own Christoph Waltz nor was I the original activist of Professor Waltz. Professor Waltz’s character is based off the actor Christoph Waltz. However, Professor Waltz is a purely fictional character and has no realistic or actual link to the actor; simply just adding the title Pr. in front to the actor’s name and envisioning them as a professor.

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posted 2 days ago with 11 notes

endiot:

hes such a dork

i wanna sit on his dick


so-personal:

everything personal♡

so-personal:

everything personal♡



lancrebitch:

raksolnikov:

parenting tip: talk to your kids about mental illness. tell them they might have a hard time. tell them they can ask for therapy and medication. tell them they aren’t alone. tell them if your family has a history of mental illnesses and which ones. just fucking talk to your kids and be there for them.

Yes please please do this it could save a lot of suffering


referenceforwriters:

Styles Of Writing

referenceforwriters:

Styles Of Writing




aureat:

I just want someone who will kiss me when I’m mad and lets me cry in front of them and buys me pizza and watches scary movies with me and holds my hand real tight even if it’s sweaty and thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like and lets me steal their sweaters so I can sleep with their smell on my skin and who laughs at the same things I do and just never lets me go, no matter how hard I try to push them away.


healiing:

Having friends on tumblr is really great. I often refer to you guys in real life as “my friend from england/australia/california/new york” and it makes people think I’m very well traveled when really I’ve just spent a lot of time on the Internet.


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