all alone in my bedroom

Henry Bowers: Jealous

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Henry Bowers X Female Reader

Summary: Reader has been friends with Patrick Hockstetter since they were kids, making Henry jealous of how close they are.

Warnings: Smut, Jealousy and if you squint you might see a little angst.

A/N: I wrote that they go to high school cause I’m Australian so if that’s wrong for you americans…sorry. I combined two requests for this. I hope you don’t mind. REQUESTS ARE OPEN  :) 

Ever since I could remember, Patrick Hockstetter had been in my life. We met when we were very young because we lived next to each other. Since then we were practically inseparable.

We were both In high school and hung out with three other boys. Belch Huggins, Victor Criss and of course, the “leader”, Henry Bowers. Our group was well know for terrorizing the local children of Derry. I didn’t take part in the senseless bullying; more times than not I tried to stop it. But the boys continued to scare and hurt random school kids. A perfect example of this being now. Henry was standing behind a monument, leaning against it. While Patrick and I hid behind a tree together and Belch and Victor hid behind a car. We were waiting for a kid named Ben to pass this area on his way home.

“Do we have to do this?” I asked Patrick desperately as I leaned against the tree.

“You can leave if you want.” Patrick teased me and leaned his arm on the tree above my head.

“Who else is gonna stop you from killing a poor kid?” I smirked and punched his arm lightly. He shook his head and scoffed.

For a moment my eye caught Henry’s as he glared at Patrick and I. He looked away as soon as he saw me looking back. I took this chance to take in his appearance. He was wearing light blue jeans that were ripped and baggy. A dark green muscle tank that showed of his arms and of course his signature mullet. As if he felt me checking him out, he glanced over again. I looked away and started to talk to Patrick again.

Days later and Henry and I were still staring back and forth. We were all hanging out at my house. Thankfully my evil parents weren’t home to judge the fact that I had four boys over. Let alone, in my bedroom. We were all sitting down and talking about our families and school and the town in general. Belch and Victor were sitting on my two beanbags and Henry was sitting on my windowsill, glaring at Patrick and I sitting on my bed together. I was leaning against the wall with my legs crossed, while Patrick was lying down on my bed with his head in my lap. Despite the fact that Patrick and I had this flirty relationship, we were friends. We knew each other too well to ever even think about dating.

“I should probably head off.” Said Patrick, getting up, kissing me on the cheek and saying goodbye to Henry. Victor and Belch agreed before following him out.

I looked back at Henry and noticed him staring at me as if he was contemplating something. I stared back and took in his outfit. Black, baggy jeans that were shredded and a red muscle tank. After spending a minute checking each other out, he spoke.

“What’s going on with you and Patrick?” He looked into my eyes awaiting my answer.

“What?” I laughed. “Nothing.” Henry stood up, walked over to my bed and stood infront of me. He rested his arms beside me on the bed and slowly leaned in.

“Not even in secret?” He paused just before our lips touched.

“Not even in secret.” I assured him. As soon as he heard this He quickly closed the gap between us. He put his left hand on my cheek and kissed me deeply. He gently pushed me down so I was laying on my bed. His lips trailed down my neck and sucked in various places, leaving hickeys. I trailed my arms down his chest and tugged on the bottom of his shirt. Henry pulled away from our kiss and pulled it over his head, exposing more of his body to me. I ran my hands down his chest as he flung his shirt to the other side of the room. He leant down to me and pecked my lips before pulling me into a sitting position. I pulled my shirt over my head and took off my sweatpants. Henry did the same thing with his own jeans and threw them in the same general direction as his shirt. I reached into one of the drawers of my bedside table and pulled out a condom.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He asked me and he grabbed the condom out of my hand.

“If you are.” I responded. To this he smiled and shed his boxers to reveal his erection. He rolled the condom onto his cock as I kissed his jawline and trailed down to his neck. He put his arms around my waist and I pulled my lips away from his neck. I straddled him and sunk down onto his length with small moans coming from both of us. He guided me on where to move with his hands that were still placed on my waist firmly. I rested one hand behind his neck and the other on his bicep. I started to bounce up and down on him, slowly at firs.

“Y/N,” He moaned. “Go faster.” But I was enjoying teasing him so I continued to go the same pace. He looked at me trying to see if I was doing this to him on purpose. When he saw I was he smirked and pulled me off of his lap. He lay me down and got on top of me. He entered me again and I moaned. He had one hand beside my head and the other on the headboard. Henry thrust in and out, his pace quickening.

“Fuck,” I yelled out along with various moans. “Henry, f-faster.” 

My headboard was slamming against the wall at this point as he sped up his actions and moaned. He moved his hand from beside my head and reached down to rub my clit in fast circles. I felt a knot in my stomach start to form.

“Fuck, Henry, I’m-” I interrupted myself with yet another pornographic moan. “I’m gonna come.”

“Me too, let go.” He moaned as i dug my nails into his bicep. Almost instantly, my body shook and I came. Henry followed seconds after and continued to thrust as we rode out  our highs. He got off of me and lay down next to me on the bed. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Henry stated.

“You should’ve done it way sooner.” I smirked.

hidden beneath my trenchcoat you will find a devious mind.
no longer the sunshine boy you thought you knew,
if you had read my journal, you would have found the clue.

isolated and alone, in my bedroom i hide,
all i long for is to be by her side,
but she doesn’t give a shit
i’m full of love and no one wants it.

brought my tec9 to school today,
told all you fuckers that you’d pay.
my wrath is godlike, soon you’ll all see
reb and i will leave you behind in the debris.

sadness seems infinite so away i will go,
the real me is someone you will never know.

I am an overthinker I overthink those texts you send me I overthink every glance you take I overthink about everything little thing you do. So please when you say you love me you better mean it. Otherwise I’m the one who is left broken hearted at 4am crying in my bedroom all alone thinking about everything little thing we could have been….
—  Overthinking // Xspeak ( )
Say You’ll Want Me Pt. 7

Originally posted by smakager

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 

Part 7 is here! Only 2 parts left guys… we’re getting close to the end and I’m not sure I’m ready lol. Thanks again for all of your awesome feedback <3

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never to your girl, pt. 4

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

words: 2812

warnings: angst / swearing

tags: @ivarsvalkyrie @ivarthefuckboy @blonde-valkyrie @tinymoonshine@kristabec @readsalot73 @daddysbabyboobear@mellytonellysstuff @rrwilson66 @bulletbaybay @florenceivy @vaisabu @itsjaynebird 

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Also imagine:

-Gratuitous bath scene. Jack sends the maids running out screaming. Lizzy rolls up her sleeves and makes him get clean, LOL. #give jack a bath is possibly my favorite potc trope

-Jack showing up to dinner in just shirtsleeves and breeches, [what? they’re clean!] dead set on scandalizing Lizzy. Rather than humor him she ignores it and keeps eating. Henry is trying not to laugh the whole time, too delighted to have this legend of a pirate at their table.

-“You’re different around him,” Henry tells his mother.


           “No. Happier.”

           She tries to ignore it but knows it’s true.

-Jack tells her about all the failed adventures he’s had since they parted ways and she holds his hand.

-He’s so annoyed with himself for opening up to Elizabeth, HIM, Captain Jack Sparrow, pitied, by the woman who broke his heart—Jack picks the lock of the liquor cabinet and gets drunk again. Elizabeth then burns it all in the yard to make a point. Jack is equally infuriated and nostalgic…

-Jack is itchy and bored, feeling everything all too keenly with Elizabeth under his nose again and no rum to numb the pain. He needs to do something mischievous or he’s going to lose his mind. She put him in the adjoining room to keep a close eye on him. This backfires when he decides to slip into bed with her late at night. And double backfires when she snuggles with him and he doesn’t have the heart to wake her up to rub it in that he’s being bad. He’s not the only one who’s been alone all this time. #jack sneaking into lizzy’s bedroom is my other favorite trope

-The next morning she’s in a good mood at breakfast because she had a lovely dream but won’t spell it out in detail even though Jack tries to get it out of her and makes her blush. Henry is Clueless in true Will Turner fashion, bless.

-Jack tests the theory further the next night. At first she snuggles—but then she wakes up. “A little cruel to take advantage of a woman who has been without a man for twenty years, wouldn’t you say?”

Two decades. Has it really been that long? Where did the years go? Jack dares to cradle her face in his hand. The words are on the tip of his tongue. But what does he have left to lose, now? “Maybe I have not exactly lived as a monk, Lizzy, but I’ve needed you just as long.”

- Jack admits in a veiled way that losing her was the beginning of his decline. Elizabeth admits that aside from raising Henry she hasn’t really been at her best either, and has certainly been bored out of her mind playing a lady again. Jack stayed away all these years because of the curse. But if Will is cursed anyway…what’s to stop them from taking what they want? Oh dear oh dear a torrid affair ensues #sorry not sorry

-Jack’s recovery only goes uphill from here, and finally he agrees to help Henry find the trident of Poseidon—but only if Lizzy comes along too. Lizzy wonders if the sword of Black Beard might be of use to get the pearl out of the bottle. They decide to go find Barbossa.

-Somehow they pick up Carina along the way, because I like her.

-Salazar is freed some other way besides “betraying the compass” because that was fucking stupid. Maybe someone is stealing Calypso’s  power with magic, and her power is fading, and that’s why Will’s curse is going haywire, and Salazar is freed from the Devil’s Triangle. Therefore Calypso wants to find the lost trident of Poseidon too… #bring back Tia Dalma cuz she was awesome

-Where the fuck IS Poseidon? Why’s he just leaving his shit lying around?

-This outline has gotten way out of hand, I’ll leave it here. XD

The Only Exception - Part 2

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you don’t believe in romantic love, you find it pathetic. But maybe, you make an exception when you meet James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

A/N: thank you so much for every word, for your likes, for your reblogs. You are amazing people. Hope you enjoy this part!

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Tony Stark was the one who made possible for you and the rest of the guys to make a living by making music. His company, Stark Records, hired you as they found your music fascinating, catchy, fresh. Tony -who you have come to know after all these years that when he says something, he really means it- once told you that he had no doubts you were going to be a success.

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Wrong Place Wrong Time - Oli White Imagine

Oli’s P.O.V.

“Come on, Oli, it has been a week, you can’t stay inside forever.”

“I can perfectly do that.” My mom had sat herself down on the edge of my bed. I was staring out of my window, avoiding every bit of eye contact. All I wanted was to be left alone, isolated from the rest of the world, in the hope that the pain would fade away by itself.

“You know, it would be easier for me to help if you told me what happened.”

“I already did, she broke up with me.” The last words sounded harsher than I wanted them too. “I’m sorry…” I whispered. After all this wasn’t my mom’s fault, but my own stupid mistake.

“Let me help you, tell me what made her do it.” She softly stroked through my hair and I turned around to look at her. From the expression on her face I could tell that she was worried, that she didn’t like seeing me like this. I let out a deep sigh before I finally opened up to her.

“I’ve been really stupid, mum…” I sat up on my bed and told her the whole story.

Y/N and I met about 5 months ago on one of my book signings. She was doing an internship at the venue and her task was showing me around and making sure everything was put in the right direction. She was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. I remember her being incredibly nervous, forgetting what she was doing on a certain point and it only made her more attractive to me. I couldn’t keep my eyes of her the entire time and at the end of the day I plucked up my courage and asked her out. A few days later we had lunch together, another two weeks and a few dates later, we became a couple. We had the fairy tale type of relationship: we never fought, only had minor arguments that were solved immediately. We had the time of our lives and simply enjoyed each other’s company. She had become my best friend and my lover, someone I couldn’t live without. Until last week, when I made one stupid mistake.

“I shouldn’t have drunk so much, then I’d never been so close to that girl… I’ve ruined everything.” I had to try my hardest not to let a tear escape from the corner of my eyes. If a year ago anyone would’ve told me that I’d cry over a girl, I would’ve laughed at their faces.

“Did something happen that night? With that girl, I mean?”

“No, mum, nothing. I didn’t kiss her, or anything like that. Not even a hug. We literally were just really close together and I was having a good time. Until she threw her arms around me. I pushed her off me straight away, but the person that took this picture did it on the exact right time, so now it looks like I’m actually kissing her. I’ve ruined everything, I should’ve just stayed away from this girl…” I let out a deep sigh.

“Oh honey… have you tried talking to Y/N?”

“Yes, I tried, multiple times, but she simply wouldn’t hear me. So I gave up.”

“Why don’t you try again? It’s been a few days, she’ll have cooled off by now. I’m sure she’ll listen to you. She doesn’t seem like the type of girl that would leave things unsolved.” I managed to crack a little smile and gave my mum a hug. She left my bedroom, leaving me all alone with my thoughts again.

As always, mum was right. Minutes after she left, I picked up my phone and called Y/N’s number. She surprisingly picked up and agreed to meet up with me and listen to my side of the story. So there I was, one day later, sitting in a café all dressed up, waiting for her to arrive. I was half an hour early, so I already ordered something to kill time.

“What can I get you, handsome?” The waitress said with a wink. Exactly what I could use today, a random girl flirting with me. I didn’t want her, just like that other girl from that club.

“Latte, please.” I cracked a little smile in my attempt to not sound too rude. A few minutes later she came back with my coffee and a napkin with her number on it. I let out a nervous chuckle.

“You can take this napkin back, thank you. Look, you seem like a wonderful girl, but I’m not interested. I’m here waiting for someone to set things straight and I’d love to leave with her by my side. I’ve messed up once and I’m not planning on doing that again. I’m sorry.” I gave her back the napkin and she left without saying another word. I did feel bad for having to do this, but I did not want to take the risk of losing Y/N again.

“I might just consider leaving by your side.” A familiar voice came up from behind me.

“Y/N…” My mouth almost fell open from amazement. I was speechless for a second.

“Hi Oli.” Carefully she sat down on the chair facing me, a little smile curling around her lips. She was nervous as well, I could tell.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough to know that I might have jumped into conclusions a bit too fast. What’s the real story behind that picture?”

“Definitely not what you see.” I nervously laughed before telling her what I had told my mum the day before. How I had drunk a bit too much, how the girl had come close and I had let her, but how I pushed her away when she came too close.

“I feel so guilty for not listening to you in the first place. I’m sorry.” She said while walking over to me and putting herself down on the small bench I was sitting on.

“Don’t be. I’d probably react the same if I saw a picture like this of you. But I swear to God, you’re the only girl for me.”

“Can’t blame her for coming close though. I’d totally do the same if you weren’t already mine.” We had to laugh and I softly kissed her. That’s where I knew that everything would be alright.

“I love you, Oli White.” She whispered when we broke the kiss.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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A/N: another imagine online, wooooooh! I hope you liked this one. Feel free to give any feedback or comment on the story. I’d love to hear from you! My requests are open as well, so don’t hesitate to send in one :)

Still my star sweeper; Loki x teen reader

This request came from the idea of one of my wattpad requestors but also by wattpad’s popular demand of my first ever child/teen comfort oneshot they wanted or asked if I was going to do a part 2 so this ended up being born and counts as a sequel to the Star sweeper oneshot. I hope you all enjoy it as much as the first part :) Be warned of intense arguments, maybe some swearing but it all works out in fluff in the end.  


I had put my books back into my locker just as the last bell was ringing signaling that school was out for the whole summer.  Yaaasss! I have been waiting for this moment since the beginning of the school year.

“Hey (y/n)!” I heard my bffl (bffl/n) call out to me.  I ran towards her as well as the rest of my merry crew and bffl said as we all walked out towards the front of the school.

“Are you just as psyched as I am for this summer?”

“Uhh yeah pretty much born psyched”.

“Okay so we got everything pretty much all planned out”. They said.

“Sweet oh hey (m/bff/n) did your dad say it was alright to bring the van to the lake house my Uncle Tony is letting us stay in?”

“Yeah so long as my dad doesn’t find any alcohol or beer cans he said we can use it” he said.

“Awesome, okay so when we get there first thing we’ll do is—” Suddenly I was knocked down by a flash of black fur and felt a wet tongue lick my face frantically.  “What the—hey stop it! Stop it! Get off of me you mangy—” I stopped when I got a good look at this wolf-dog’s eyes.  Green eyes. Oh shit.

“Whoa I knew you loved animals (n/n) but this is a new one” (2bff/n) said.

“Yeah well what can I say, I just love animals!” I sneered through my teeth as I pushed the ‘dog’ off of me and tightly gripped him by the neck.  “Okay umm….I will text you guys the details of the lake house by tonight and then we will head out when I say”.  We soon parted ways and I made sure to keep a normal yet tight grip on the dog that was happily walking by my side.  Then I rushed into an abandoned alleyway and looked around till the coast was clear before snapping at him.

“Why must you do that everytime you come to my school?” The wolf-dog soon shined a bright green light as it transformed back into its God form, yeah that’s right my uncle Loki.

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Inspiration - Long Dirty Harry Styles Imagine

I sit across from him taking all of him in. His soft pink lips. His forest green eyes. His gorgeous curly hair. The way he bites the inside of his cheek softly when he’s concentrating. The way he furrows his brows when he reads over what he’s wrote. He’s gorgeous, and I can’t believe that he’s mine.

“You’re looking at me,” he says without lifting his eyes from the pencil and paper.

“I am,” I respond.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“Because you’re handsome.”

His eyes lift from the paper and looks me in mine. He gives me a small smile and shakes his head returning to his work. He’s writing a new song for Ariana Grande’s album. I know it is going to be great, but he’s never satisfied with his work, even when I think it’s amazing.

“What’s your inspiration?” I ask.


“When you write your songs. What inspires you to write?” I ask again.

“I don’t know. It just depends. I’ll see something walking down the street or I’ll watch something on TV. I don’t know, love, it just comes to me. Except for right now…” He sighs.

“Oh,” I say. “I’m sorry.” And his eyes return to his paper. And I return to myself. There’s not much to sidetrack Harry when he’s in his artistic mode. He’s determined and focused. He’s hardworking and careful… And he’s so goddamned sexy.

We’re at his house in the study. He didn’t want me to come here with him, but of course I did. I promised I would be quiet and I wouldn’t be a distraction, but it’s so hard with Harry. I just look at him and my heart leaps. I always want to be with him. I always want to see him, hear him, feel him.

“So what type of song are you writing? A dance song? Breakup song? Love song?” I ask killing the silence.

“It’s a love song, y/n.”

“Oh. Well how do you find inspiration for a love song just walking down the street or seeing something on TV?” I ask.

“Well, ironically, my inspiration is distracting me right now. And considering this is fairly important I wish the distraction would stop,” Harry says pointedly.

“That doesn’t make much sense,” I say oblivious not understanding what he’s really saying until he raises and eyebrow up at me.

“Oh! I’m distracting you?” I gasp.

“Jeez, y/n!”

“Well, I didn’t know I was such a huge distraction, I guess I’ll just be going then!” I roll my eyes lifting from the chair muttering a few profanities before slamming the door.

I walk into the living room not really knowing what to do with myself. I had come over to spend the day with Harry considering it was one of the scarce moments we had time to spare for each other when we weren’t both working, but he’s still basically working. I sit on the couch huffing and complaining to myself when a thought occurs to me… Harry said I was his inspiration. That I was the person that gave him that incentive behind every great love song. I was it for him.

That’s one of the sweetest things Harry had ever said to me. Hell, that was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever said to me. I smile as I cross the living room back to the study thinking about what he said. I feel the overcoming need to hug him; to kiss him. I reach my hand out to turn the knob when I realize something else: Harry also said I was a distraction…
I’m not mad at him anymore, not really.
But I do think I owe it to him to let him have his peace and finish his song. I would just have to wait and suffer until it’s finish and I can hear it. With nothing else to do, though, I decide it’s probably best for me to go home. There was really nothing for me to do here.

I pick up my purse from the living room and head to the door. Before leaving, I decide to leave Harry a note telling him that I’ve gone home. I grab a small piece a scrap paper and take a pen out from my purse.

Thought it would be better if I go home and be less of a distraction. Talk to you later - Y/N

Thinking that would do, I left the note on the living room coffee table, and head out.

It had been about two hours since I had left Harry’s house. I was all alone at my apartment watching lame romance movies in my bedroom. I was in nothing but one of Harry’s flannel button down shirts and a lacy pair of boyshorts. It was one of the few times I had to just relax.

I pause my current movie, Endless Love, and decide some popcorn and soda wouldn’t be such a bad idea. I jog down the stairs and into the kitchen looking for the microwavable popcorn. Suddenly, I hear a noise in the front room. This is why I hated being alone. The thought of someone breaking in when I’m home alone and defenselessly literally scared the piss out of me.

As the formidable sound only continues, I decide to go against every rational thought I have and go check it out. I sneakily tip-toe behind the wall that partly blocks the view of the front room and peer past it, only barely peeking out my head. The front door knob shakes rapidly and I realize someone’s trying to get into the apartment.

The only option I can think of is to rush to the door and quickly lock the top lock, so I do that. I run over to the door, barely putting a hand on the top lock before it bursts open. I’m quick to jump back, ready to run and flee my attacker when I look up and see who it is.
“Harry! What the fuck are you doing here? You scared me half to death!” I yell.

“Relax, darling, it’s me,” he smiled warmly. “I have a key. Remember?”

Harry did have the key to my house, I realize. I suppose between the surprise of him showing up here unsuspected, and me and my paranoia induced thoughts of being defenselessly robbed, I never really considered sensible explanations.

“I thought you were trying to rob me,” I admit. Harry laughs one of those deep, infection laughs and I fight back a smile and roll my eyes.

“I’m glad you find my deepest fears humorous and exploitable. Maybe next time you can take all of my childhood memories and burn them in a bonfire.” I cross my arms and walk back to the kitchen with Harry following a step behind.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, y/n. I just wanted to see you,” Harry says. I turn around to face him and get an eye full of his beautiful, cheeky grin.

“I’m glad you can fit me into your schedule,” I say, shrugging a shoulder.

“Oh… This is about earlier,” he says.
“And on that topic, what is this?” he asks quirking an eyebrow up at me as he pulls a folded sheet of paper out of his pocket. He hands it to me and I open it up and read it. It’s my note I left earlier.

“Clearly,” I huff sarcastically. “It’s a note. A ‘goodbye’, ‘see you later’ note, to be more specific.”

“Your specifications don’t really make it any less confusing.”

“It’s a ‘I’m sorry for my terrible, distracting ways. I’ll personally rid you of your burdens by going home,’ note .”

“That’s ridiculous,” Harry says shaking his head at me.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be ridiculous and distracting,” I mutter.

“Wow, you’re overreacting. If I remember correctly, the same conversation in which I referred to you as a distraction, I also told you you were my inspiration,” he reminds me.

“Which can’t be of much use to you when I am a distraction,” I return. I feel some of my irrationalness fade out of me when I look into Harry’s eyes.

“Besides. I didn’t leave because I was angry or to make you upset. I just wanted you to be able to finish the song and knew you had more important things to do. So I just decided to go home.”

“Aww, y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, love,” he said engulfing me in a large hug. I sigh annoyed and push him back off of me.

“You didn’t hurt my feelings. I’m not a child. I was just looking forward to spending a day with my boyfriend when we weren’t working and too busy for each other, but apparently you were too busy for it. But you needed to finish your song. I completely understand,” I say crossing my arms.

“I didn’t finish the song,” he says.

“Excuse me?”

“I couldn’t finish the song.” His lips quirked into a sly smirk. “My inspiration ran out on me.” I narrow my eyes at him. This was no time for him to be cheeky or witty or whatever he would like to call this. I spent our together time alone today because of that song.

“Today was one of the only days in weeks we had just to be together, just the two of us for the entire day. You decided you wanted to write a song. I gave up those hopes so you could write said song. And now you are telling me said song did not even get written?” I ask angrily.

“I know! I know. But when you left, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. And that helped me write a good amount of it, but it’s not the same. I needed the real thing,” he said from behind me, pulling my hips into his large frame. I allow myself to slightly sink into his arms.

“That doesn’t make up for it. It’s already nine o’clock. We missed our day together,” I sigh.

“Then I’ll make it up to you all night,” he whispers in my ear. He places his lips on the crook of my neck and I let my eyes flutter closed. He moves his mouth to the area and bites on the skin.

“Don’t leave a hickey. I don’t want the mark.” He continues sucking on the spot, only harder, ignoring my comment. Harry loved to leave marks on me. I always have to work twice as hard to cover it up the next day.

“It’s a part of the experience,” he says and I can feel his smirk. He continues finding places to kiss on my neck. He moves his tongue against the skin. Blowing on it. Kissing on various spots. Sucking on the same areas.

“You were a real ass earlier today,” I manage to say quietly.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he whispers against the nape of my neck.

And that’s when I feel it. That flutter in my heart. The quick shift in my heartbeat. The humming at the bottom of my stomach and aching in my soul. Harry was that person that could always fix everything for me. That I could always forgive. As much as he said I inspired him, he inspired me too. To do more. To be more. To love more.

“I love you,” I say.

“I love you, too,” he whispers.

I turn around to face him and look him deep into his eyes. His emerald orbs take all of me in and I wonder what he’s thinking. I wonder if he feels what I feel, and I hope he does.

“I meant what I said, y/n. You are my inspiration,” Harry whispers. I don’t say anything in return. Instead, I bring my lips to meet his, but it does all the same. He moves in sync with me, our lips connect in a million different ways. I bring my hands to his chest and I can feel the steady rhythm, yet I can feel the small pickup.

He moves his hands under my shirt, caressing the bare skin. He rests his large hands in the curve of my lower back. I kiss him deeper and my mind can only communicate with my body, telling me what to do next and how good this makes me feel.

“I want you,” I whisper against his lips.

He pulls back and looks at me, biting his lower lip and I can feel the lust and desire that begins to show, but the love doesn’t waver. It was different to have sex and not feel something for someone. Anyone could do that. But when it was right, when you loved someone and they felt the same way, everything was so magical. The feeling was like euphoria.

“Jump.” And I oblige, wrapping my legs around his torso. Harry’s hands instinctively grab my ass, squeezing greedily.

My lips find his again and I press against him with a certain urgency. I have him, right here, right now, but there’s always something in the back of my mind when we’re together, reminding me of how long it might be until we are again. I pull his hair and press my chest to his as if we could get any closer, because when we’re apart, I reminisce on the feeling of completion.

“I’ll be sure to give you all the inspiration you need tonight,” I say looking into his eyes and biting my lip.

“I don’t think that’s exactly the right message I’m trying to send my fans,” he smirks.
“What message would it be?”

“That I want to make you scream my name. Over and over and over.”

“I’d listen to that song,” I purr. And he finds my neck again and he walks towards the kitchen.

He puts me down on the kitchen counter and I wrap my arms around his neck to pull his face towards mine. He kisses me softly and runs his fingers through my hair. I smile up at him.

“Baby, how about we make love, right here, right now, on this here kitchen counter?” I ask.

“I was thinking the same thing.” He kisses me on my nose. I kiss him on his lips. Harry takes my wrists and kisses my right hand, then my palm, and then my wrist. He runs the kiss up my arm and begins to roll up the sleeve of the flannel shirt.

“Whose shirt is this?” he asks teasingly.

“Just some guy’s who comes over occasionally when you’re away,” I tease back.

“Oh really?” He raises an eyebrow at me daringly.


“Then we’ll just have to do away with this.” He pulls on the buttons until they all pop out of there stitching and the shirt rips. He fits my chin in between two of his fingers and lifts my eyes to meet his.

“I liked that shirt,” I say.

“So did I.” He admits and I take the shirt completely off.

“Red lace. Matching panties. You weren’t serious about ‘some guy who comes over occasionally’ were you?” Harry says jokingly.

“Why would I even waste my time. No one can make me scream like you can…” He gave me a look as if he were pondering the statement.

“Hmm. You do have a point.” I pull his face close to mine and whisper nearly inaudibly.

“Then prove it.” That’s all the provoking I have to do. Harry pushes me further onto the countertop and kneels at the edge. I sit up watching his every move.

“I miss your pussy, y/n,” he says. I can’t even respond. I feel myself getting wet.
“What do you want me to do?” Harry says.

“Harry,” I whine. His gorgeous face is in front of my area. The place I need him so badly now. And he knows I need him there. But he wants to hear me say it.

“Tell me, y/n. What do you want? Do you want my tongue?” Harry asks while pulling my panties down my legs.

“Yes, Harry. Please. I want your tongue,” I say while laying further back on the counter.

He simply smirks and moves towards my pussy. He licks right up the center and I heave a breath of air.
He finds my clit and gives it a small kiss before circling it with the tip of his tongue. He flicks it back and forth and his hot, wet tongue makes me moan.

“Yes, baby,” I moan as he pushes his tongue deep into my center. I run my fingers through his curls as he goes deeper. He slides it against my folds and I close my eyes and bite my lip. I move my hips along with the movement of his tongue.

Soon after this continuous feeling of ecstasy I feel myself moving closer to my edge. My heart is racing and my toes curl. I feel his tongue push inside of me and I can barely contain my moans.

“Harry I’m gonna c-” I can’t finish my sentence as my heart shattering orgasm comes over me.

“Baby, you’re so fucking sexy,” Harry breaths heavily as I collapse onto the cold kitchen counter.

I’m still breathing heavily when I kick my red lace underwear from off of my ankles and Harry stands in front of my sprawled body. He unbuckles his pants and pulls them down and disregards them on the floor.

“I want to make love to you, y/n,” Harry says. I don’t have enough energy to form a complete sentence but I nod my head quickly.

I sit up slowly on the counter as Harry walks towards me. He stands directly in front of my pussy with one of my bare legs on either side of him. He leans in and presses a kiss to my lips that are swollen from my biting.

The kiss becomes hot and passionate and for the second time tonight I feel myself growing hopelessly wet at my excruciatingly sexy boyfriend. I slip my cold hands under his shirt and rub my palms around the smooth canvas of his skin. I moan into the kiss and bite his lip.

He groans. “Y/N, such a fucking tease.”
Harry reaches to lift his shirt and upon seeing his abs, his tattoos, his chest and his naked skin, my heart beat pulses back to life. He’s green orbs bare into mine and for a second we only state into eachother, drinking up our view. I can hear him breathe and see his chest move as I know he hears my breath and watches my chest move.

Harry takes no more time to adorn my face with soft kisses. Peppering my jaw. My cheeks. My neck. Oh, I moan at how he kisses my neck.

“Lay back,” he commands.

I push myself back onto the counter and let him guide himself ontop of my body. His weight pressed against my bare skin, my heaving chest, my naked breast… It’s enough to set my skin on fire even against the chill I feel of being completely naked in the cool room.

As Harry continues to kiss all over my body, leaving bold bruised and slight scratches I find a spot on his broad right shoulder pressing my lips to it. I hum my moans and whisper his name onto his body.

I reach down inbetween us and tug on his boxers.

“Off,” I demand in a whine like a spoiled child.

“Don’t be in such a hurry, y/n. I want to take my time with you,” Harry whispers alluringly into my ear.

“I want to feel you.”

Harry nods his head. He places his lips into a hollow above my collar bone which drives me crazy. He nibbles on the skin and smooths his hot tongue against it before pushing himself off the counter to remove his underwear.

I see the prominent bulge in his boxers and I can’t help but to stare at it with lust and need. His eyes are dark with the same desire as he pulls his underwear down and reveals his enticing shaft.

“Come here,” I whisper.

He complies and pulls himself ontop of my eager body. I feel my center dripping and pulsing for him. He kisses my lips with a passion that awakens my soul.

“Make love to me.”

He enters my pussy and it throbs around him. I feel my walls stretch around his long, thick shaft and I allow the moans to spill out of my lips.

“Harry,” I moan deliciously.

“Y/N, you feel so good around me.” He gives me just a minute to adjust to his appreciable size before moving within me.

His thrusts are continous and thorough. He moves his hips expertly with mind and I feel every inch of him. I spread my fingers across the skin of his back as my eyes roll into the back of my head and I can barely think.

Harry groans gorgeously into my ear while grinding his dick into me. I can’t breath and I can’t think.

When his speed picks up and his thrusts are more forceful I hang onto his body with everything in me. I dig my fingers into his lovely hair and wrap my legs completely around his torso. I moan his name at first. And eventually I scream it. Over and over just as he said.

“Baby, you’re so good,” Harry says to me while sucking on the same dip in my neck. My nerves are on high alert and I can feel every touch deep inside my bones.

I feel the skin of his chest against mine. The small drops of sweat from his forehead falling onto me and the feeling of my nails scratching into his back. He groans into my ear and his silky voice nearly pushes me to my climax all by itself.


“Are you gonna cum for me, y/n?”

“Yes! Yes Harry,” I strain as his thrusts continue. I feel his tip reach deep inside of me and I can barely look at his face without needing to cum.

“Cum for me, love,” Harry says while pushing deep inside of me. My walls contract around his throbbing dick. My toes curl and my back arches. Moans slip out of my mouth along with curses and Harry’s deliverable name on my tongue.

After I’ve come off my high I feel Harry twitching inside of me.

“Now, cum for me, Harry, baby. Show me how much I really inspire you,” I moan into his ear, which is all he needs.
The look on his face is the sexiest of which I’ve probably ever seen. His eyes nearly shut and his mouth falls open with my name. He continues giving me small strokes until I feel him explode inside of me and go soft.

“Y/N,” Harry says after finally catching his breath. His body is still on top of mine, but I don’t mind because of my desire to feel his warmth.

“Yes, baby?”

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too,” I say smiling uncontrollably. “Think you can write that song now?”

“Mmm. Maybe later. I think I might need a round two,” he says cheekily. I push his body off of mine and he catches his feet and is standing above my recovering body looking down at me.

I sit up and give him a mischievous look.

“I’ll be inspiring you all night, then,” I say. He laughs and presses a kiss to my lips.

“That’s what inspirations are for.”

Okay! So I was inspired to finish this imagine I started a while ago due to the recent album leaks that had me very excited!!! So I’ll try my best to write some more but make sure you guys reblog and heart and all that ishh so I know you guys actually enjoy these and I’ll keep writing them. If I have any mistakes, I haven’t really done too much editing but I’ll for sure go back to do that soon. Thanks for reading. Bye bye!

Playlists: The Signs as Panic! at the Disco Songs

Aries: Let’s Kill Tonight: “Let’s kill tonight!
Kill tonight!…Show them all you’re not the ordinary type…Make room! We’re taking over here…With a song of pure romance
Stomp your feet and clap your hands”

Taurus: I Write Since Not Tragedies: “I’d chime in with a
"Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality

Gemini: That Green Gentleman:Things have changed for me, and that’s okay.I feel the same, I’m on my way,…I want to go where everyone goes, I want to know what everyone knows,
I want to go where everyone feels the same"

Cancer: Northern Downpour:Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don’t you go down. You are at the top of my lungs, drawn to the ones who never yawn”

Leo: Hurricane: “Are you worth your weight in gold?, cause you’re behind my eyelids when I’m all alone...I led the revolution in my bedroom and I set all the zippers free. We said, "No more war, no more clothes! Give me peace. Oh kiss me!”

Virgo: This is Gospel: “If you love me let me go...‘Cause these words are knives and often leave scars.The fear of falling apart, and truth be told, I never was yours”

Libra: Girls/Girls/Boys:But if you change your mind, you know where I am. Yeah, if you change your mind, you know where to find me…I am just a villain vying for attention from a girl…A girl who can’t decide and here’s the reason why”

Scorpio: When the Day Met the Night: “All was golden when the day met the night….As long as you can make a promise, not to break my little heart. Then he fell in love, and he didn’t know how, but he couldn’t get out

Sagittarius: Vegas Lights: “In the Vegas lights, where villains spend the weekend.The deep end, we’re swimming with the sharks until we drownWe’re winning ‘til the curtain’s coming down”

Capricorn: The Calendar: “Put another X on the calendar, summer’s on its deathbed.There is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends.And I meant everything I said that night, I will come back to life, but only for you

Aquarius: Ready to Go (Get me out of my mind): “So let’s go, we’ll take it out of here. I think I’m ready to leap, i’m ready to live, I’m ready to go”

Pisces: Memories: “Oh Memories!…Where’d you go, you were all I’ve ever known. How I miss yesterday, how’d I let it fade away? Don’t fade away”

anonymous asked:

OH MY GOD! promises literally made me cry, could possibly be because of pms but I related to it cos sometimes I face similar issues with my boyfriend, so basically, that story was absolutely perfect for me and I love you and you're writing, could you please do a little blurb about sexting harry though, his reaction and what he come homes to (you and VS) thanks and once again, I love you! xx

Originally posted by sensualkisses


Thanks for your request! I don’t think this one will make you cry! xo

*Texts from Harry are in Bold

*Texts from You are in Italic

   You had just gotten home from doing a bit of shopping and as you took your new purchases out of their bags, you decided to try a few of them on. Allowing your dress to pool at your feet, you removed your bra and panties and kicked them to the side of your closet. Slipping on the piece you thought Harry would love the most, you gazed at yourself in the mirror. The orchid colored lace and satin babydoll nightgown made you feel almost seductive. It wasn’t something you would normally wear which made it all the more titillating. You were content to sleep in one of Harry’s t-shirts, but he was more than happy to have you completely naked and in his bed. Lingerie was usually saved for the times you weren’t feeling especially sexy or when Harry sent flowers and a box with a pretty bow. Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you caught sight of your unmade bed, with balled up sheets that were sure to still smell of Harry and the way he had made you feel even before the Sun came up. Just thinking about it made you tingle between your legs. You picked up your phone and sent him a harmless text…

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I just want to take this moment to celebrate the birthday of 1989. 1989 is three years old today. 

This album has provided me with hours of fun, as well as giving me something to help me through the days where I felt people didn’t believe in me and I didn’t believe in myself. 

1989 has also given me plenty of awful dancing routines to dance to all alone in my bedroom. 1989 taught me not to care what people think of you; to let go, be yourself and just have fun. That way, the right people will gravitate towards you, and love you for who you are. 

Thank you 1989, and thank you to @taylorswift :)



My Meet & Greet experience!
19th June, Cologne
I never thought I’d write this oh my god

Okay first of all, Taylor noticed me on instagram a year ago, she commented on my photos three times, she told me that she’s been stalking my cat and that she’s always going to be obsessed with my cat, and that she wants to meet me sometime. It was a year ago so I didn’t think this would happen…. I thought she would’ve forgotten about me! But she followed me on tumblr over a month ago and liked my cat posts again haha.

So… I traveled from Finland to Cologne. I remember thinking on a plane that I know it’s impossible for me to get to meet Taylor, all my hope was lost, but I was so happy that I get to see Taylor perform twice!! I listened to Change as the plane landed and I cried from happiness.

Okay so on Thursday I was shopping in Cologne and I turned wi-fi on and I noticed that Taylor Nation had sent me a message on tumblr! They asked my contact info etc, and I started screaming and crying in the middle of the store and everyone was watching me but I didn’t care and I called my mom and she started to scream and she was like “YES YES I KNEW IT ALL THE TIME THAT THIS WOULD HAPPEN!!!!!” Then I replied to the message with shaking hands and I tried to not cry anymore hahaha. Then on Friday (the concert day) I got a call from Taylor Nation and she said that Taylor wants to meet me before the concert, and that Taylor is obviously obsessed with my cat and likes to chat with me on tumblr!! Then she told me where to go and when. Me and Emma started screaming and crying and there was only two hours time to get to the arena to pick up my envelope with the meet&greet letter.

We arrived to the arena and I was so excited, I got the pink letter with the meet&greet info and we freaked out! Then we had to wait and wait and then we went inside the arena and waited some more. We talked to other people who were there and they all were some contest winners and one girl was picked from Taylor Connect and I was surprised there wasn’t tumblr people except me??? Then I was told that I’m going to be the first to meet Taylor. Oh my God I was so excited. Okay then it happened. We went to the Loft 89 room and Taylor was there behind the curtain and I was like HIIIIII and Taylor came to hug me and it was a long hug and the best hug ever! and she was like “You’re Essi, right? So nice to FINALLY meet you!!!” Then she hugged me again and I almost started crying because I was so happy and I had been waiting for this to happen since 2009. Emma came with me so they hugged also. Then I was like “Scottish fold team!” And we gave high five to each other and she was like “YESSSS, your cat is the best cat I’ve ever seen! You have to say hello to her from me!” Honestly I don’t even remember everything because I was in shock haha but then we took a picture and we talked more and it was so nice!! Taylor is so tall and I am so short and I was scared how our picture would turn out!! But I think it’s very cute. Then we had to leave and we got Taylor’s autographed picture. I was so happy…

This is so unreal and I’m so lucky and I can’t believe this happened to me, so Taylor, thank you so much for everything. You’re the sweetest and the most thoughtful person ever. I love you and look up to you so much! It was such a fun and beautiful experience to meet you… I can’t even tell how thankful I am. Thank you SO much!!! I can’t believe the person who helped me to get through high school and break ups and everything wanted to meet me. Now thinking about all the times that I cried alone in my bedroom listening to Taylor… This makes me so emotional. Taylor, please know that I love you, and that you’re so special. Thanks for being there for me ALWAYS! I’ll never forget you as long as I live. 💗

With love, Essi.

can i tell you something about myself? when i was 5 years old, about to enter grade one i had a tamagotchi. my mum told me that it was against the rules to have a tamagotchi at school and she couldn’t take care of it because she worked during the day. so, faced with the prospect of leaving my tamagotchi alone in my bedroom all day to shit itself and starve to death i made the only choice i could. i filled up the bathroom sink with water and i drowned my tamagotchi. i held it underwater and pressed all the buttons until no more sound came out. like many before me who had thrown a sack of kittens in the river, or taken the old horse around the back of the barn to be shot, this 5 yr old little girl made the painful yet practical choice to mercy-kill a tamagotchi.