If you go out in the woods today...

by rikaco

I NEVER let go.

(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )

writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally.

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

here are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, whispered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

some adjectives to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he shuddered when her body moved against his

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more

he arched his back, his breath quivering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.

+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.

“Were you waiting long?” Bonnie called as she came down the spiraling staircase in her black dress. “We’re not late are we?”

Klaus stood from his seat then held out his hand. “You’re right on time.”

Bonnie put his hand in his and placed a soft kiss just beneath his jaw. “You look handsome in a tuxedo.”

Klaus kisses her knuckles. “Thank you, love.”

Damon Salvatore smiles cheekily. "Whatever do you mean, Klaus?"

The Original sits across from the infuriating Salvatore vampire tapping his fingers idly on the arm of his chair. His fingers clenched and unclenched, a habit he only does when he was around his wife's best friend.

It was no secret Klaus hated Damon with every fiber of his undead being. On most days he usually have patience to deal with the vampire. However, today was not the day.

The Original leans back against his chair and lazily crosses his ankles. "Where's my wife, Damon?"

"I have no idea where Bon Bon is." Damon shrugs as he sips his glass of bourbon. "Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you." He points to the hybrid. "You want to know why I wouldn't tell you?"

Klaus twists his wedding band back and forth on his finger. He realized it was the only motion that would stop him from ripping Damon's face off. "Do tell." He responded tightly.

"Because I know Bonnie doesn't want you to know." Damon playfully leans forward. "Do you know why Bonnie doesn't want you to know?" He grins widely seeing Klaus eye twitch. "Come on Balto, guess. I'll even give you three tries."

With unimaginable swiftness, Klaus was out of his seat leaning dangerously over Damon, hand gripping around his atrocious thick neck. "Where. Is. My wife?" Klaus squeezed tighter around the vampire's neck. A hint of a smirk pulled at his lips seeing the Salvatore flounder about like a cod fish. "Come now, Damon. I have a city to run. Don't make ask again."

"Well," Damon coughed out. "Let's point out the obvious." He chuckled evily. "She's not with you." Damon licks his teeth with delight as he felt Klaus grip around his neck get tighter. "Did I hit a nerve."

Just when the Original was about to snap Damon's worthless neck, the magic in his wedding singed joyously feeling it's mistress near.

"Let him go, Nik."

Klaus smirk turned into a brazenly full grin. "You come back to me, love." He turns to look over his shoulder seeing his beautiful pregnant little witch standing in the study with them with a not so happy look on her face. "You're glowing, my dear."

Bonnie refused to acknowledge the tingling on her skin and her heart hammer against her rib seeing her husband. She missed him and truly she did, but she wouldn't run back to him. Not with his overbearing attitude.

"Come on, Nik. Let him go." She nodded towards Damon.

Without turning away from Bonnie, Klaus let go of Damon's neck. "Come home."

"No."

"Bonnie."

"I said no."

"Don't be stubborn."

Bonnie scoffed. "Me, stubborn?"

"You belong home with me and our family."

"Damon is my family too. So is Stefan."

Klaus clenched his teeth. "Come home."

"I'll see you out." Without another word, Bonnie left the study.

"Welp." Damon sighed. "Guess she stays."

Klaus twists his wedding band once again. "Get her to come home, Damon."

Damon snorted. "And why would I do that?"

The Original Hybrid lean down to the vampire, eyes glowing molten gold. "Because if you don't, I'll make you suffer beyond the reach of your feeble imagination. Do you understand?"

Damon swallowed the lump in throat. He would be foolish to say the hybrid didn't make him nervous. However, this was his little bird he was talking about. "What if she doesn't want to?" He asked. "I can't and will not make her go anywhere she doesn't want to go." Damon leans forward meeting Klaus' glare. "Even if means dealing with you." Bonnie was worth the fight.

Klaus' eyes turned back to its normal hue but held the same ferociousness and ire from before. "Bring my wife home, Damon."

"How about not screwing up in the first place to make your wife run away from you!"

"I didn't-" Klaus bit back his words. He was getting a bit too emotional for his liking, especially in front of this child. "I'll be back for her. You know this?"

Damon smirks, blue eyes shining like the devil. "I do."

Gothic Klonnie 2020 Day 1: White

The pair shaped tool

Oh sing sweet nightngale

Sing sweet nightngale

High above me

Klaus sings softly as his fingers brushed against her ruffled feathers. Whites, pale pinks, and shimmery golds decorated the delicate plum that wrapped around the wolf. Klaus fell in love with his nightingale's feathers soon as she seen them flying through the blue sky.

Oh sing sweet nightngale

Sing sweet

His thumbs then caressed her heart shaped lips. He only just tasted them a few moments ago, maybe seconds. He felt her smile under his touch and that instance made his dead heart throb beautifully. Oh how he wished it would beat again. Or just once. Just once have the heavy feeling of the dead organ slam against his ribs. To know this was the feeling that this majestical being that lied so beautiful under him.

High above

The night wrapped around them in quietness. The air around them crackled. Magic was blessed over the couple. Seeping through their skin and warming their bones.

Oh sing sweet nightngale

Sing sweet nightngale

High

"Now you." He whispered playfully against the softness of Bonnie's neck. He heard snicker. "Come now."

She gave him a slow kiss on the lips. "As you wish." And she began to sing.

Oh sing sweet nightngale

Sing sweet nightngale

Oh sing

sweet nightngale

Sing sweet -

She gasped. Klaus bit her shoulder, lightly punishing her for stopping. She continued.

Oh sing sweet nightngale

Sing

Oh sing sweet nightngale

Her nails ran down his back as his moved against her thigh. Both matching pinkish red lines marring their skin. Grasping, breathing, sinking, lifting, all the above. Feeling frowning intense, but she dare not let her voice waver as she sings.

Oh sing sweet

A mischievous glint shined in the hybrid hearing such enticing playfulness coming from his wife’s lips.

“Well, my dear.” Klaus whispered as he leaned in closely to Bonnie’s ear. “These sharp teeth you speak of,” His fingers slowly made his way down Bonnie’s spine watching goosebumps rise from her skin. “Are for the better to eat you with.”

Bonnie hummed softly as she felt her husband’s hands began to wander. “Really?”

Klaus’ lips softly kissed behind Bonnie’s ear down to her delicious neck as his finger run down her spine.

“Really.”

He could feel her blood racing in her veins with excitement. Their bond was wide open pulsing with love and lust. Each emotion trying to swallow the other whole. Their chest burned from the overwhelming sensations. The magic between them pulses from their heated skin, pouring heavily around them. The air crackled and simmered making them hot in the small wooden cottage that was already scorching from New Orleans summer heat. However, the two remained joined despite the balmy conditions. Separating at this moment was indeed impossibly unbearable.

Finally reunited together after months of surviving from the greater powers that be, this was where the couple needed to be. The Fray be damned. A couple of evil old blooded witches could wait. This union was beyond them. It was beyond the outside world. The only thing that mattered was them.

“We’re not going to meet with the others, are we?” Bonnie questioned but she already knew the answer.

“I think they could last without us for a few hours.” Klaus playfully sucked on the patch of soft skin on Bonnie’s shoulder earning him a lovely moan. He promised then and there that he would earn plenty more throughout the night. “A few days perhaps. ”

Bonnie breathlessly laughed. “We don’t have a few days, Nik.”

“Lies.” Klaus growled between his little witch’s neck. He was loving the pinkish-purple splots he was creating on her beautiful brown skin. It was damn near an obsession to seeing the beauty mark bloom. As if they were wild purple and pink orchids blossoming over her lovely body. May the gods help him.

“Nik.” She meant to say it as a warning, but it came out wickedly delectable to Klaus’ ears. Hands groped and caressed and again his little witch moaned but this time as a plea.

“Mrs. Bennett-Mikaelson, what lovely sounds you make.”

Bonnie arched her back letting her long tresses fall from her unkempt bun. “All the better to rile your appetite, my husband.” Looking over her shoulder, Bonnie arch her brow flirtatously. “Are you hungry now?”

Klaus grinned mischievously as he unsnap the first hook on Bonnie’s sinfully red laced bra that matched the nail polish on her pretty hands and feet. Soon to match the scratches on his back.

“Famished.”

She didn’t have the heart to look at him. She knew if her eyes were to meet his in a matter of seconds Bonnie would be drowning in them. Suffocating from the smolder in his devilish sapphire eyes. Crushed in his steel caged arms. Breathless from the taste of his sinfully red lips.

She wasn’t ready for that type of intensity. The type of intensity that would burn her flesh away. The type of intensity that felt like a searing hot dagger piercing her heart. The type of intensity that felt like every word was her last. She couldn’t be with him. All in all she wasn’t ready to be Klaus’. His world, the supernatural was too much. Though she loved him this world he was born in...it didn't make sense. Werewolves, witches, vampures, fairies, and other likely kind. None of this made since to her.

What dangers and unknown lies before if she came one with Niklaus and his all too consuming love. Too much of a responsibility. Too much to give. However if she asked the deepest part of herself that Bonnie didn't want to realize, she wanted to. She wanted him. By the goddesses she wanted him.

She wanted to be the scars that blemished his skin. The shivers that runs up his strong back when the wind shifted. The vibration of his bones when he turned into the ravenous beast. The blood rushing through his veins.

She wanted Niklaus Mikaelson when she knew she shouldn’t. She loved him.

Thus the fact remained the same. In the end Bonnie couldn’t be his... ateast not yet. With time. With maturity of her own heart and mind. She could be his.

So this was her only option. The only option that they could live a happy life without fear from the world and whatever came with having her Hybrid. This wasn't only for him. No, this was for Bonnie as well.

She was born in a sheltered home in a sheltered world. Hidden within the thickness of the dark forest where she lived with her Grams. She wanted to grow. She wanted to grow and mature and see everything on her own. Not with Grams or the town's people holding her hand. Not with Klaus always protecting and saving her. Bonnie needed this. She needed to grow up. Not for the sake of a man who she loved whole heartedly.

No.

This was for and ONLY for Bonnie Adora Bennett.

So here she stands asking once again this undeniably selfish question to who she knows is her one true love.

"Will you wait for me?” She pinched her eyes closed tightly as her fingernails dug into the palm of her hands waiting for Klaus’ answer.

The room was silent behind her. She knew what that meant. The coils in her tense shoulders unwound as they dropped. She was rejected, just how she rejected in him. How foolish.

Bonnie shook her head. “Of course not.” She blinked back the stinging tears threatening to spill from her emerald colored eyes. “Why would you?”

Bonnie readies herself to step out Klaus' cabin. Out of his life. This would be the last time they would see each other and it broke Bonnie's heart to pieces.

Just before her sandals could touch the soft earth, Bonnie suddenly felt Klaus’ presence cloak behind her. His fingers caressed her arms and his breath tickled her neck. He was so close.

Bonnie tried to take a steady her breathing but those precious breaths she tried easy back in immediately rush out of her when Klaus pressed himself against her back. Her insides twisted deliciously when she felt his stubble run along her cheek, lips only a few inches from her neck.

"I will wait for you.” Klaus whispered as he skimmed his nose across Bonnie’s cheek to her ear. “I’ll will wait for you.”

Bonnie swallowed the lump in her throat, burying the bile that threatened to come up. Her tongue weighed too heavy in her mouth to even speak. What could she say? Her heart bloomed and skin warmed. Happiness consumed her greatly.

Keeping herself upright, she managed to nod her head. This was it. This was what she wanted..

Finding her voice Bonnie took a deep breath to calm herself. "I'll leave you be now."

She took another attempted step out the door with this time her foot touchung the soft earth. However, her other foot didn’t make it across the threshold.

The sheltered one was snatched back into Klaus’ arms. His right arm wrapped securely around Bonnie’s waist. He pulled her roughly against him, leaving any space between non-existent. Her back could feel every outline of Klaus’ upper torso. Already her brain was remembering every line, scar, and ripple.

Klaus left hand rose beside Bonnie. From the corner of her eye she could see his nails elongate into sharpened claws.

Bonnie shivered when she felt his claws crawl up her arm leaving a trail of goosebumps. A chill ran up her spine when Klaus press his face into Bonnie neck. Feeling the warmth of his breath on her neck made her back arch delicately into his safe arms.

The wolf would bury himself in Bonnie's essence if he could. He would strive underneath her skin. He could hear her heart beating faster and faster as his touch grew more desperate. To be with out her...was a frightening thought. It made his heart bleed knowing he won't be seeing Bonnie face everyday. Hearing her laughter. Seeing her fiery eyes put him a blaze.. Kissing her lips. Feeling her touch. This was all to unbearable. However this wasn't about him. This was about Bonnie.

Klaus took in Bonnie’s scent pressing his nose against her. She smelled of jasmine, rose, and clean sweat. He wanted to devour her right then and there. But he could wait and he told her much.

“I’ll wait for you…” Klaus nipped Bonnie cheek earning him a delicous gasp from her. “And when you come back to me, know this my love …” He let both of his hands wrap around Bonnie’s arms. “Let this be the only…” He hissed into her ear. His grip tightened against her and his claws dug into her skin. “And the absolute last time you ever leave me.” Klaus’s lips meshed against Bonnie’s neck then sucked on her artery causing Bonnie to shamelessly moan out in pleasure. Klaus groaned lowly into her neck feeling her blood rushed through her vein against his flat tongue.

“Niklaus -” Bonnie words were melting on Klaus’ tongue as he kissed her deep and longingly. The kiss was never-ending. The nightingale felt immortal in the beastly werewolf arms.

To Bonnie’s disappointment, Klaus broke away from her lips but kept his face near hers. Their nose brushed against each other. Lips only a few inches apart. Breaths being shared between them. Hearts trying to rip out of their chest to beat as one. Green eyes melting into black and gold ones.

He had her right then and there. If there was ever any doubt she had before, they have all vanished when she looked into his feral sorrowful but loving eyes.

She was his.

Klaus’ now clawless fingers caressed Bonnie’s cheek gently. He kept pecking her lips softly not ready to relieve himself from the taste of his nightingale. He was going to miss her. He was going to miss her terribly.

It was going to be hard to watch her walk away from him. The fear of her never coming back made him empty inside. He needed his mate, but he knew she needed this time. She needed space to decide what she was getting her self into. He could never blame her for putting herself first.

But the wolf was selfish. He needed her like the wolf needed the moon. He needed her as he needed the oxygen to breathe. He loved her unconditionally. This hurt too much.

Klaus red lips carried across Bonnie’s lips to her cheek to her crooked jaw then finally the crook of her neck. Jasmine filled his nose once again, instantly calming the wolf inside him. The wolf would let her go this time. Only this once but he needed to know. He needed to be sure.

“Come back to me.” He whispered into Bonnie’s neck. He nip the patch of soft skin between her jaw and neck. “Come back to me, Bonnie.”

Bonnie heard the plea in his voice. The tone squeezed at her heart in a torturous manner. She never heard the Wolf King himself plead for anything. Klaus never asked, he simply takes and what he was denied of he destroyed it. He demanded authority from all around him but Bonnie always faught him on it. She would never bow to the Wolf King and she certainly wouldn’t start now, no matter how she felt about him. But seeing him now, in this moment…maybe just this once she would follow this demand.

Bonnie turned meeting her front against his. She leaned her cheek against his, kissing his stubble cheek and the moles on his neck that she found absolutely adorable. Her nails run through Klaus’ dark honey curled hair. Her lips then kissed anywhere she could reach. She inwardly rejoiced when she felt him shiver when she boldly nip at his jaw.

She placed her cheek against his taking a breath of his unique woodsy scent. “I’ll come back to you.” She whispered gently in his ear and she would.

Klaus' grip around Bonnie’s waist tightened. Her supple breast pressed painfully against his chest. “Promise me.”

Klaus felt his head being lifted. Black and gold eyes once again met green ones. He couldn’t help but to get lost in them gem-like irises, another thing he would miss.

“Promise me.” He demanded once again.

Bonnie leaned into him. Klaus greeted the invitation giving into what they both wanted. This would be their last kiss until Bonnie returned to him.

Bonnnie then leaned away from him staring up at the beast and man she loved and spoke the two words that locked in her fate.

“I promise.”

Morpheus hummed softly hearing the voice above him. How he missed that voice.

He then felt the familar warmth on his cheek. The space around him felt cold and damp but this...this welcomed gentle caress on his cheek felt like a thousand suns.

"Did I make you wait long..."

The Sandman finally opened his eyes seeing his darling wife staring down at him with those shiming emerald green eyes lighting up the darkness.

"My little raven."

Bonnie shakes her head making the tears she was trying her best to hold back finally falls down her cheek. She closed her eyes as she felt the Endless King wipe them away with his thumb.

"No..."

She leaned down to kiss his cold lips then carefully laid beside him with her face tucked under his chin. The Raven Witch's magic were like little sparks bursting on her skin. She missed him. She missed him so much.

"You're right on time."

Bonnie felt her husband's arm close around her waist pulling her closer to him. She was home.

"Don't ever leave me again."

Morpheus kissed Bonnie on top of her head, words caressing on her skin. He was Home.