When you are the only person with a tumblr in the room
E: I read that the average woman wears each outfit only 7 times
Me: That’s a statistical error. Spiders Trump who lives in a Tower and throws her clothes out after wearing them is an outlier and should not have been counted
E: Which one is Spiders Trump?
Me: Ivanka. But it’s a meme. It’s Spiders Georg
Entire room: *blank stares*
Me: You know the old meme: “average person eats 3 spiders a year" factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted”
R: so Spiders Trump is a reference to a whole other thing…that’s actually funny
Me: *mentions another meme*
R: The average person sees one new meme a day. Spiders [Majorgenerally], who reads over 1000 a day, is an outlier and shouldn’t have been counted
In Kevin Kwan’s China Rich Girlfriend, the sequel to Crazy Rich Asians, lifestyle consultant Corinna Ko-Tung takes on the daunting task of transforming the scandalous former soap-opera star Kitty Pong into a high society darling. She doles out hilarious and scarily comprehensive advice for the social climbing Kitty, including which car she can drive, which church she should attend, what cosmetic procedures she’s allowed to have and how she must change everything about her wardrobe (“I know the average outfit in your wardrobe costs more than a semester of tuition at Princeton, but it makes you look like a community college during summertime: NO CLASS.”).
In the middle of her “Social Impact Assessment”, however, there’s a fun little Easter Egg: Corinna prepares a reading list for Kitty, telling her:
“In order to distinguish yourself, you must either have one
hell of a good stock tip or learn to become a scintillating conversationalist.
Beauty fades, but wit will keep you on the invitation lists to all the most
That’s sensible advice - however, if you’ve read enough interviews with Mr. Kwan, you may realize that Corinna’s reading list is also the list of authors and works that inspired and influenced the Crazy Rich Asians series. Not only is this a lovely treat for fans, it would probably make a really fun reading challenge (which I fully intend to do btw - I’m calling it the Kitty Pong reading challenge). I mean, is there a single book in this list that doesn’t sound completely awesome? Corinna even sets out the rules: you have to complete one book per fortnight, with the exception of Trollope, where you are allowed three weeks per book. The books are to be read in the following order:
Snobs, by Julian Fellowes
The Piano Teacher, by Janice Y. K. Lee
People Like Us, by Dominick Dunne
The Power of Style, by Annette Tapert and Diana Edkins*
Pride and Avarice, by Nicholas Coleridge
The Soong Dynasty, by Sterling Seagrave
Freedom, by Jonathan Franzen [SIC]
D.V., by Diana Vreeland
A Princess Remembers: The Memoirs of the Maharani of Jaipur,
by Gayatri Devi
Jane Austen – complete Works beginning with Pride and
Edith Wharton – The Custom of the Country, The Age of
Innocence, The Buccaneers, The House of Mirth (must be read in strict order –
you will understand why when you finish the last one)
Vanity Fair, by William Makepeace Thackeray
Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy
Brideshead Revisited, by Evelyn Waugh
Anthony Trollope – all the books in the Palliser series,
beginning with Can You Forgive Her?
* The Power of Style is indeed out of print, just like Corinna says, but isn’t hard to find in second hand bookshops and websites like Abebooks. (I just ordered a copy from a second hand bookshop in São Paulo).
“If I could begin to be, half of what you think of me,“
It’s raining again, the worst timing yet, he thinks. He slides down from the roof using the drainage pipe, landing in a rather ugly ally.
His coat is already wet, his pants sticking to his skin. The air behind the mask is already starting to feel cold and sticky.
He just wants to go home to a nice long shower, and then have you snuggled underneath his arm.
He’s only started making his way to the apartment, when he hears a low whimper.
On his guard, he turns to see a rather harmless puppy. It’s growling as his teeth nip at ,what appears to be, a trash bag.
He walks away, this really isn’t his problem. He’s not Damian Wayne, he doesn’t have compassion for these sorts of things.
But then he hears another whimper.
"I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love.”
He sighs, yet again, feeling the damp ball of fur underneath his arm squirm once more. His mask underneath his other arm.
Maybe he should have just left it there, he thinks. He doesn’t even know if you like dogs, or maybe you’re allergic.
Cajoling the dog out from underneath the dumpster had taken at least ten minutes, and he’s sure it wasn’t exactly worth being drenched to the bone.
"When I see they way you act, wondering if I’m coming back,“
The look on your face when you see him enter the door, makes a smile bloom onto his face.
You’re in an average outfit, a pair of wind short’s and one of his shirts. He doesn’t miss the way your hands clamped around the neck, holding the red fabric close to your nose.
“I could do about anything, I could even learn to love like you.”
"You’re soaking wet.” You murmur, moving behind him to take off the brown coat over his shoulders. Water dripping from his body, when you take it the squirming bundle underneath his arm.
"And I always thought I might be bad, now I’m sure that it’s true.“
You take it into your arms almost immediately. Holding it close to your body, the puppy curls against you.
You don’t seem to mind that it’s soaking wet, or the faint smell of garbage that clings to the fur.
"You should go take a shower, I don’t want you catching a cold.” You murmur, lips pressing against his damp cheek as he watches you cradle the puppy in your arms.
"I can take care of him for a while.“
He can’t help but smile, nodding as he moves towards the shower.
"Because I think you’re so good, and I’m nothing like you."
He watches in amazement as your fingers rub the soap into the puppy’s fur. He growls, teeth nibbling on your finger, but you only smile.
"Poor baby is probably teething.” You murmur to yourself, trading your finger for a sponge.
You’re nothing like him really, you’re something he can never be.
You’re a good person.
“Look at you go I just adore you, I wish that I knew-”
Everyone can see it too, everyone knows that you’re a good person. And you’re genuinely kind, not because it gives you any sort of satisfaction, but because for some reason when other people smile you find yourself smiling too.
And for some reason, when you smile he can’t help smiling either.
"What makes you think I’m so special“
You could do better.
You deserve better.
You deserve someone who believes in making other people happy like you, someone who saw the good in others even if there wasn’t any.
"If I could begin to do, something that does right by you-"
And if he was a good person, he would have done what was right a long time ago.
He would have let you go.
He would have let you find the person you were supposed to be with. The person who took in small animals hiding from the rain, the person who works a nine to five job and brings home takeout on the way back from work, the person you were born to be with.
He can never be that person.
"I would do about anything.”
There had been so many things that had occurred in his life, that he would never be able to be that person.
Not even for you.
it would go against ever life experience he had ever had. It would go against the very core of his morals.
Because if being that person for you, meant that someone else would get hurt.
Then he was always going to pick saving Gotham.
"I would even learn how to love.“
He’s just about to start wondering what kind of a person that makes him, when something heavy settles into his lap.
The puppy looks up at him with big, sad eyes. Licking his hand when he moves to pet him.
Like it knows what he’s been thinking, like it can understand his pain.
"He cleans up pretty well doesn’t he?” You ask, there’s a bright smile on your face, your eyes crinkling at the edges. You settle beside him, your hand brushes against his as your stoke the puppy’s fur back.
"Kind of like you.“ You murmur, it’s only a whisper, but Jason still hears it. And immediately his face erupts into flames. His hand is still among the silky coat, quickly engulfed by your own. Your fingers tangling through his.
"Love me like you."
"I’m glad your home.” You say, your head resting on his shoulder. Eyes dimming as you take in a deep breath. He always smells so good after a shower.
It’s in that moment that Jason realizes, you’re always going to love him more then he could ever love himself.
It makes him a little sad.
But he can’t help but be happy.
After all meeting someone like you, and having been loved as he has, is nothing short of a miracle.
Other than the fact that she’s Lana Del Rey, lol. Not many people see her as a fashion icon. I think this is because you can tell she simply throws outfits together, and it shows. You don’t see her looking matchy, overly trendy, or anything like that. She has, in my eyes, a unique simplicity that is laced with an occasional, but consistent, vintage touch. She wears very average day to day outfits such as blue jeans and plain t-shirts, but you often see her with a pair of retro sunglasses on, or her iconic throwback long nails. And of course every once in awhile she throws on a cute 60s dress with modern shoes and accessories. The reason why I look up to her style wise is because it is natural, not intimidating. She has a personal style, yes, but it’s very discreet, and still shows through when she chooses to be ultra casual. Another thing is, she seems to be quite ahead of the game as far as certain trends go. I saw her wearing bomber jackets years and years ago, as well as baseball caps, which are sort of her signature. But she takes part in these trends without overdoing it, or dressing inappropriately for her age. Go Lana :) I love you.
[A/N: Inspired by the song Strange Love by Halsey]
I leaned outside of the school, watching people, I memorized everyone’s name and listened quietly to what they say so I can tear them down if they try to hurt me.
I was quiet, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be deadly, but then came the boy I had been entranced with since Freshmen year, A junior, Soft pink lips and a mean personality, he didn’t talk to anyone, only his three best friends, one of them already graduated.
Today he wore the same black skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt his hair dyed almost white with brown roots, and the eyebrow piercing that made me squeeze my thighs together guiltily.
He was known to fuck and fall away from people, so maybe that’s why I stayed away.. just studied.
He walked to the other side of the school leaning against the outside wall, waiting for his friends as he lit a cig, I was cliche, liking the ‘Bad boy’
I clicked my pen back in forth trying to come up with a song to write as I stared carefully at him from a distance, I think I was a stalker but I didn’t ever want to ‘do anything’ just wanted to watch him until I completed high school, yep I was a stalker, just looking at him I came up with a million songs, but today nothing.
“Y/N!” I turned my head to see Trevor, oh god not him again, I looked up to see Michael looking in my direction now, FUCK!
“Uh yeah?” I looked at the ground not making eye contact with Trevor, a blush hot on my face thinking what maybe Michael was thinking about.
“I was wondering you wanted to go out Saturday to Kalin’s Party?” Trevor’s voice shaky in nerves.
“She’s going with me.” Michael’s soft voice interrupted him, I looked up in surprise as he slung an arm around my shoulder.. what was happening?
“Oh.. Okay.” Trevor walked away with red cheeks.
I stood frozen for a second focusing on the pale arm slung around me, making my stomach stay erupted in butterflies.
“I’ll pick you up at 7.” I gaped at the boy I’ve had a crush on since freshmen year.
“Wait!” I called, he stopped a few feet away from me but didn’t turn around.
“I’m not going.” I crossed my arms across my chest stubbornly, He then turned around and raised a pierced eyebrow in curiosity.
“All do you is fuck the person and leave, no.” I turned my gaze away from his intimidating stare.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked.
I went silent, Remembering all the times on my period where I swore I’d let the boy fuck me in my sleep.
“All you have to do is tell me no.” He smirked as he started to walk away.
“Wait..- uh yeah.” I swallowed the thick feeling in my throat as I said those words.
“Well, I’ll look forward to it.” and continued to walk away.
Saturday never seemed to come slower, everyone around me asked me if I was dating him after the rumor Trevor spread, but they all knew the answer, Michael wasn’t exactly boyfriend material.
I waited on my front porch, black skinny jeans, converse and band t-shirt, average everyday outfit, but still fit for I guess the occasion, I rubbed my eyes tiredly and then cursed myself remembering I was wearing mascara.
“You coming?” Michael pulled up next to my house, a bored look engraved in his features, How he knew where I lived I had no idea.
I got up off the ground and walked down the steps, he looked like a sex god, well of course he was but he never failed to make me wonder.
Taking a seat in the passenger seat carefully he pulled off into the street, actually being a pretty good driver, “So.. are the rumors of you just wanting a one night stand, are they true?” I asked kind of surprised myself at my forwardness.
“So do you want to come clean about stalking me every day?” He cocked an eyebrow glancing at me but then looking back at the road.
my throat went dry, of course, he wasn’t clueless.
“You’re… fun to write songs about,” I muttered staring at my lap as I twisted my fingers back in forth, great job Y/N.
“Is that true.. hmm” He smirked,
“Now it’s your turn,” I said staring at his green eyes, waiting for him to tell me if this was supposed to be a one-night stand kinda of thing or not.
“You never made me promise I had to tell you.” He hummed, turning into a street.
I huffed crossing my arms, this had to be the most awkward car ride of my life.
“Don’t pout baby girl, I thought you were getting laid tonight.” I looked up in surprise at his naughty words, as he rubbed a hand on my thigh.
“Yeah Maybe I am, but it doesn’t have to be you,” I said climbing out of his car
“Touche.” He said following my footsteps as he got out of his car.
I walked towards the house, it looked normal besides the abnormal amount of noise coming from it, Knocking on the door I felt Michael beside me, I bit my lip, even his presence did things to me, I was fucked up in every way but I couldn’t help it.
Before someone opened the door Michael wrapped his hand around my waist, his hand gently landing on my hip as he squeezed pretty hard, I looked at him in surprise but he was still facing the door pulling me closer.
“Michael wha-” I was saying “Hey Mike!” I saw Kalin open the door, a bright smile on his lips and a blue solo cup in his hand.
“Is this the chick you’re going to fuck?” I gaped at Kalin, I had known him since 6th grade but didn’t remember my name, and I wasn’t just some chick he was fucking, I felt dirty.
Michael just smiled walking with me inside the house as Kalin went somewhere else, “Leave them wondering, that’s the beauty of a secret, you know you’re supposed to keep it.” His pink lips tickled my the corner of my ear as he gently, his teeth barely grazing my ear, I shut my eyes, it felt good.
He pulled away before I began to feel what I was in store for, “I’m gonna go get a drink.” As he walked away.
I gaped quietly as I watched him walk away, I didn’t want to be another girl he fucked, but at the same time I wanted him to fuck me mercilessly, That was Michael Clifford, he was a sex god that only gave himself to someone so much.
Emotionally: no, Physically: Yes.
I looked down at my phone, and opened a new note and tried to remember all the girls he fucked, and left, and I came up with about seven.. did I really want to be the eighth?
“Y/N?” My head shot up to see Trevor, a green Solo cup in hand and a bud of what I’m guessing Marijuana in his left hand between his pointer finger and thumb, this was gonna be fun.
“Hey, Trev..” I trailed off, He leaned in closer then I expected his breath stinking of Pot.
I leaned away, It’s not even the good stuff, “Are you really going to fuck Clifford?” His eyes shining with jealousy.
My eyes widened as Michael’s words trailed in my head “That’s a beauty of a secret, you know you’re supposed to keep it.”
I smirked trying to pull off Michael’s signature look, but I probably looked like I was grimacing, Trevor’s jaw tightened by the look on my face, okay maybe that wasn’t such a smart idea.
“You know he’s a creep right, real strange guy.” Trevor took another hit from his weed.
I shrugged trying to make him think I didn’t care, but my heart was hammering.
“He’s just going to leave you.” He scoffed, “Why does the good guy always finish last.” He grunted,
I scoffed at his ignorance and ignored his words, yeah.. like he was a good guy, I just shook my head and walked away, I remember him cheating on at least two girls,
Walking into the kitchen I looked around for my blonde dyed friend, until someone leaned real close, their humid breath tickling my neck.
“want to dance? Baby girl.” That nickname made me weak, and I knew Michael’s voice from anywhere, I turned around and got cockier than I thought bringing my arms lazily around his neck, and leaning real close to his lips, before mumbling “I’d like that.” and then Pulling away.
Michael’s eyes shined, the alcohol making his eyes dilated and his lips turning into a grin as he grabbed my hands, tugging me towards the living room where grinding was a popular thing to the cringy pop music.
But it was with Michael.
His rough hands gripped my hips as I swayed to the beat, my butt barely hovering over his manhood, but I could tell I was driving him crazy, we were sweaty and hot but I couldn’t help but grin, I dreamed about this once, never thinking this could be a reality.
My butt rubbed against him in all the right ways as I heard him moan in the very back of his throat, nearly making me melt, I wanted him to do it again, I loved the feeling of making him weak.
“Do it again, baby girl”
This time I did it a little bit harder, feeling our jeans rub together, and he got harder, a load groan echoed from his lips again, but I bet no one heard that beautiful moan over the music.
“If you do that again, I might have to do you right here” I Bit my lips pulling away from him,
“What if I do.. this,” I whispered tiptoeing as I kissed his jaw, rather harshly.
“You don’t want to know.” He whispered back.
“Michael!” We turned around at the yell.
It was Kalin, “Do you wanna play truth or dare with your lady friend?” A smile on his lips, he seemed drunker than the last time we saw him.
Michael looked at me for my opinion, I nodded, Michael smiled over at Kalin giving him a nod.
Grabbing my hand we followed Kalin upstairs making me nervous, I think Michael could tell, “You sure?” His eyes turned concerned, making me so much more attracted to him, I was screwed.
“Yeah, just a little nervous.” He brought his thumb to the outside of my hand rubbing softly in circles, who knew little circles would work miracles
Walking into the room there was already a huge circle, they seemed to have started the game along time ago, but then decided to invite us.
“Clifford!” “Michelle!” “Clifficonda!” People yelled in greeting but no one seemed to notice me, that was usual, Michael turned a little red at the nickname 'Clifficonda.’ wonder what they we’re talking about.
“Sit down People! this is about to get a lot more heated.” Kalin shouted I remembered he was a theater kid and loved to make things more interesting and loud.
“We got one of our best players now, Amanda, Truth or Dare,” Kalin smirked seeming to know his dare or truth already.
“Hmm. ” She smirked her dyed brown hair going over her shoulder, “Dare.”
Kalin grinned in Triumph liking the way this was going especially well the amount of alcohol already in his guest’s systems, it seemed I was the only sober person here.
“Have a make-out contest, you and Devin, And Michael and the girl he’s fucking.” My blood boiled at the nickname but I was excited to kiss Michael.
And just like that my lips were attached to his, both of us sitting criss-cross apart from him as I leaned into him, his hands sliding down to my sides, as I brought my hands to his cheeks, tracing my thumbs carefully across his jawline that were littered with little scratchy hairs from where he hadn’t shaved.
He gently tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth, I could barely hear the cheers around us, just that I was kissing Michael Clifford, I brought my hands further to the back of his thin hair, dragging each of my small paint fingers through his bleached hair.
His tongue gently touched mine, as I glided mine back against his making sure I wasn’t using to much tongue, or it would have been a horrible slobbery mess, I could feel his hands go under my shirt, making me nearly burst into fits of laughter (Due to how ticklish I am.) but I bit down on his bottom lip and my hands tugged at the ends of his hair harder and deeper.
He moaned as I heard the crowd echo in more cheers, “Closer, Baby girl.” He whispered hurriedly as I felt his hands tugging my crisscrossed legs towards him, and with that little demand I was on his lap, legs wrapped around his torso, and his hands squeezing my butt.
I hear people saying the contest is over but I continued to kiss him, his lips addicting, and Michael seems to have the same idea as me,
“Get a room!” Someone yells.
As Michael gets off the floor my legs still around his waist, as he holds my thighs securely, not once do we jump apart, I hear wolf whistles as Michael takes me to a Bathroom down the hall,
“Michael.” I moan against his lips quietly, not liking the sound of my own moan.
“Do that again Kitten.”
And with one hard squeeze to my butt I moan uncontrollably again, My cheeks turn red at the unfamiliar sound, no one’s made me moan.
He locks the door as I sit on the bathroom counter anxiously, and before I even process anything his lips are back against mine, his soft little stubble tickling my face, as I move my hands in his hair again.
I don’t want to loose my virginity in a bathroom at some party, I pushed on Michael’s chest as we both panted noisily.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes full of concern, but I still see his full on erection through his black jeans.
“I Uh.” I didn’t know how to tell him.
“Nevermind.” I shook my hand making grabby hands at the attractive male, wanting more of his rough kisses.
“No, what’s wrong?” He grabbed my hands laying them on the counter slowly,
I stayed silent staring at the counter of the sink, how do I tell him, is this supposed to be easy?
“You’re a virgin?” He questioned, I looked up gaping, how did he guess.
“I-I. Yeah,” I nodded shamefully.
“oh.. Well not the best guy for this.” He scratched the back of his head avoiding eye contact.
“No! your perfect Michael!’ I said a little too loudly. “It’s just that I didn’t want it to be in a bathroom.. in a party I don’t even know where I am.” I held my forehead, as Michael stayed silent not knowing how to respond, “It’s not like I’m asking for flower petals and romantic crap, even the back of the car would be okay.. I guess just not here.”
“Does that make any sense?” I sighed laying my head in my hands.
“Yeah, I guess it does,” he nodded hesitantly.
“sorry.. I’m sure there are about 10 other girls in this house who are ready to have sex with you, either way, it was nice to have an actual decent makeout session.” I chuckled, sliding off the counter and dusting off my pants.
“I’m not saying I don’t want to fuck you.. Like holy shit have you seen yourself recently?” He motioned to your body, you smiled embarrassingly at the ground.
“Why don’t we just go back to my house.” He smiled gently before I could get a word out he interrupted me, “And I want to play 20 questions with you, sober.” His slid his tongue over his gorgeous lips, he seemed nervous.
“I’d like that.”
I had found myself feet dangling in a hot tub head leaning on Michael’s shoulder, his watch dangerously getting closer to midnight.
“What was your first pet?” I asked hearing the late summer crickets chirp happily, as he chuckled, I felt his chest vibrate at the lovely sound.
I’d do anything to hear it again.
“The dog I still have now actually, I got when I was about nine, she’s a small poodle mix and something’s wrong with her jaw so her tongue constantly just hangs out of her mouth.” I giggle at the answer realizing I just asked the 20th question.
“Last question Clifficonda.” I laugh, he face lights with an embarrassed smile, Apparently, he got called that because of his ding dong.
“Do you want to drink so hot coca? seeing as it’s both of our favorite drinks.” I was surprised by his answer, but Nodded, he swung he’s feet out of the hot tub splashing me in the process on accident.
“Hey!” I giggled but didn’t splash him back, He laughed and held out his hand so it was easier for me to get off the edge of the hot tub.
My feet landed on the deck surprisingly smoothly, normally I was a clutz with everything I did, I looked up at Michael smiling happily, I tiptoed bringing my lips to his, for the few seconds of heaven.
He broke apart hands gently resting on my hips, “How about you go start making the Hot coca while I close the hot tub lid?” He hummed bringing his chapped lips to my Neck making me shiver in delight.
“Hmm, okay,” I said out breathily trying to focus on his words.
He turned away from me, and started to turn off the hot tub on his dads loft, because he was living with him when his parents got divorced, he lives with his dad In Australia in the school year, and with his mom in the summer in America, apparently America wasn’t that great from what he tells me.
I opened the sliding glass door, the lighting to the comfy loft was dark but I was able to see where I was going.
I hummed looking through each cabinet for the coca powder or instant hot Cocoa, finally opening one of the top cabinets I saw the hot coco on the very top shelf. I tiptoed, feeling my top go up a little as I reached my fingers just grazing it.
I stuck my tongue out of the very corner of my mouth in concentration, trying not to push the coco further Back into the cabinet, Curse you tall males!
“Having trouble Kitten?” I was shocked by the closeness of the whisper in my ear behind me, as Michael reached with ease and grabbed it from me, I turned around met with the dark green eyes a smirk on his pink chapped lips.
“Nope, perfectly capable thanks.” I grabbed the coco from him and set It next to the mugs I already set out.
“Hmm, that’s not what I saw.” He grabbed my hips from behind, pressing hard against me from behind, I want to grind on him but I refrained myself, biting my lip.
“Fuck it,” Michael whispered and turned Me around suddenly, I dropped the coco that was in my hand, as his lips slammed onto mine, My back digging into the counter behind me as I moaned in content at the sudden intimacy,
Letting my hands go back to his hair my tongue finding it’s way into his mouth in a matter of seconds, he lifted my thighs up on to the counter and my legs inclosed around his figure,
“God dammit your so hot.” He groaned breaking from the kiss to litter kisses down my jaw, I put my hair the other side of my neck and leaned so I have him more access.
His swollen lips adulterated my neck leaving heavenly bruises in his wake, my legs wrapped tighter around his frame feeling his hard man hood beneath me, “Michael.. Please.” I didn’t know what I wanted but the warm knot in my stomach told me something.
“Please, what?” I felt his smirk on my skin, his hot breath fanning on the fresh bruise making me shudder in pleasure.
I didn’t say anything just moved my right hand to his pants right over him I felt him through his jeans making Michael groan in pleasure his neck titering back as he looked at the ceiling in uncontrollable pleasure.
I slipped my hand into his jeans, and then carefully into his boxers, feeling how thick and hard he was, the pre-cum making my fingers wet, as ran my hand up and down his large length, and I realized why they called him clifficonda.
“Fuck.. ” He hissed, I removed my hand from his pants and brought my hand wet with pre-cum to my lips as I licked the cum that was on my hand hopefully looking sexy.
“Oh, that’s not fair baby girl.” His eyes filled with lust,
“Then why don’t you do something about it.” I felt him shiver from between my legs.
and with one swift moment, he carried me to his living room couch, the closest/softest item to fuck me on in his loft,
I landed beneath him with a bounce, I smiled, and began to take my shirt off, Michael doing the same, butterflies were everywhere in my stomach I didn’t have any regrets but I was nothing but excited.
“Are you sure?” He moaned not taking his eyes off my chest.
“Yes, please Mike.” I was tugging at his jean button wanting them to get off his legs and away from his body forever, he looked so hot naked.
“Someone’s in a hurry.” He laughed tugging off his tight jeans, especially in his down stairs area, he seemed pain by the little friction of his jeans, I tugged off my own jeans and eventually my bra was somewhere across the room.
Michael didn’t even notice my bare chest yet because he was struggling to get his jeans off, I giggled, Michael looked over at me his mouth going agape at my bare chest as he fell over.
I burst to even more laughter, Michael was back on me in a matter of seconds his milky things holding me to the couch, his eyes a dark color then before, He leaned closer more slowly attaching my lips to his, I wrapped by legs around his waist my feet resting on the back of his bum.
My hips bucked at the sudden movement of Michael leaning over me, our hips his crashing together, I moaned in his mouth at the contact feeling the wetness soaking out of my panties, Michael noticed holding one hand above my head as He slipped his long fingers into my panties.
“Hmm, so wet Kitten.” I nodded enthusiastically his rubbed slowly over my folds, spreading the wetness.
I hissed out as one of Michael’s cold fingers slipped into me, my back arched off the couch as my legs spread further apart giving him more room, “More.” I mumbled high off of just one finger, he added another and my hands went to his hair tugging harshly.
“Are you ready?” He asked,
“Fuck yeah, Please I just want your cock inside me.” I was surprised by my filthy honesty.
“Enough said.” He licked his lips taking a moment to take off his boxers quickly and reach for his jeans which his front pocket held a Condom.
He was taking his time looking through each pocket I slipped my own fingers into my pulsing pussy that was soaking at the thought of Michael fucking me roughly on the couch.
“No kitten.” He took my hands away, Condom on, Junior Clifford ready to go, he slapped my pussy making me moan, I wanted him so bad.
He crawled back over me, lips colliding with mine, I tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth gently, and then let my tongue slip inside his mouth exploring him, his tongue soon fighting with mine as I heavily made out with him.
Having enough of the restless teasing, I lined his thick cock up with myself, one leg over his hip as He pushed into me, I stopped kissing him surprised by this new feeling, it hurt, I closed my eyes, letting out a puff of air, not knowing if I could do this, after I adjusted for a second I nodded for him to go.
A few thrusts later it began to ease the pain but each time he pushed into me it hurt like a mother fucker, a tear slipped from my eye, He kept going , but slow as he moved his mouth to my breast, sucking harshly on the left nipple, I moaned at this feeling, his tongue twirling teasingly.
Realizing the agonizing pain in the down stairs area had disappeared, I wrapped another leg around him, “Faster.” I groaned as he pumped slowly and in and out of me I felt every vein and hair on his pink flaccid cock, he sped up and I raked my hands unconsciously down his back.
Starting to speed up, His head buried in my shoulder blade, He let out a deep load moan, making me buck my hips, as his pretty cock hit my G-spot.
“Michael!” I yelled holding onto his bicep, my legs were shaking as the knot in my stomach got bigger and bigger, but I didn’t let go of this feeling as much as I wanted to.
“I-mm close” I whimpered,
“Hold.. On babe.” and leaving a love bite on my shoulder blade, my nails dug into his bicep positively leaving half-moon shapes in an irritated red.
“On the count of three.” His thrusts were getting slower, but he tried to speed up anyway.
“2.” He let out quickly, I could tell he was having trouble himself of not letting go.
I let go and it was as I was swarmed in complete euphoria, my legs shook uncontrollably, As I still felt myself clinging to Michael’s pale skin, his heavy breathing becoming unclear as I began to want to feel it again.
It was like an entirely new universe exploded through out my body, leaving me touching the sky and just barely seeing the world below me.
This universe was: Michael Clifford, A universe where you’re not so attached, but you fall in any way because that’s just what he makes you feel.
His breathing had slowed, and the sweat between us felt disgusting and unnecessary, and my body hurt, but felt good.. something I don’t think I’d ever have the words to describe.
I opened my eyes seeing his green eyes staring at me, his thick eye brows blinking staring at me, but there were no words between us, His hands still above my head holding himself up.
A smile fell on his lips, not a smirk, just a light smile, something that killed me instantly, his hair was matted with sweat making his light brown roots show, and there was a little scar above his left eye brow that was beautiful and every way, and studying the quirks of his lips the way the two sides lifted noticeably, but looked so much more.. He was a whole new way of beauty, and I don’t think I’d ever get tired of it.
I scooched over so he could rest his weight on the little room we had on his dad’s couch, the leather making the sweat still very unbearable, Michael tore off the Condom, tying it off and throwing it across the room where a trash can was, nearly missing.
It made me wonder how many times he’s done it..
I wanted to blurt all my inner thoughts, but I think I’d just freak him out.
Closing my eyes for a second my head just resting on the pillow below me, my core ached but I’d do it all over, I opened my eyes again seeing Michael getting up, A little whimper barely audible left my lips, I didn’t want him to leave the couch..
“I’m just getting a blanket.” his voice hoarse, and butt naked as his finger tips trailed down my leg as he got up to go to a closet near the kitchenette.
He came bath with a fluffy sleek blanket, that surprisingly fit over both of us, laying next to me for maybe a solid minute he was out like a light, his snores making me feel content.
I of course stared at the beautiful blonde next to me, never in my life did I think I’d loose my virginity to Michael Clifford, but the weirdest things happen, his lips were parted as he slept on his side, one of his hands laying lazily on my side, I looked towards our bare feet seeing the windows of the loft lit up the main downtown of Syndey, the windows fogged up from our activities.
I smirked, We caused that, if this was a dream I don’t think I’d ever want to wake up.
Looking back at the beautiful male next to me, his face was relaxed; peaceful even, not mean or cocky, just vulnerable and soft, was this the real Michael? Would he ever really love someone?
The 'to the moon’ tattoo made me really believe maybe he would, somewhere he must have felt loved, or ever loved something so tightly, My painted finger nails barely grazed the tattoo, tracing it with my hand.
Michael didn’t move, but good bumps burst up on his skin like a disease, was I just going to be a one night stand? is this even a one night stand?
The anxiety’s in life began to absorb me but as I stared at him, the problems in my life began to fade, he was like a drug.
I tugged on my jeans, glancing every so often at the Him, the blanket just reaching his waist line as the blanket was tucked under his feet, Something told me I was supposed to leave.
That’s how this worked, and dear Lord I wish it didn’t.
I couldn’t find my bra, so I just threw on my baseball-T, the darkness of five A.M making it impossible to see, but I stubbled around the loft quietly, slipping on my converse that were still by the Hot tub.
And memories from last night came back perfectly.
“You turn.” I smiled after answering what my favorite hobby was.
“Hmm.” He hummed his own teethe tugging at his lip, looking towards the water trying to come up with an interesting question.
“If you could be anywhere in the world right now where would you be?” He asked Michael seemed so proud of his question.
I wanted to answer with: “Here.”
But that would be weird, “Well. If I was in love I’d probably want to be next to that person, but right now. Probably America.”
I remembered the way he smiled and told me about his family and how America wasn’t that exciting but being with someone you like is always amazing.
It made me think about if this would ever happen again.
Walking back into the loft I saw him sleeping away easily, swallowing the lump in my throat I walked towards the front door, seeing paper laying on a little table against the wall in the neat hallway.
And began to write.
Thank you, Michael. Have a nice night.
I felt like an idiot, for writing that so I but a line through and just put.
Have a nice night.-Y/N
Better, more simple.
I looked behind me to see the back of the couch, but from here it still looked like he was asleep.
Opening the front door I left the loft, which was a lot harder then I thought it was, and I began my walk of shame.
Hair a mess, smelling of sweat, and I guess sex? if so then sex had an odd smell.
The toys are actually quite nice! The big ones were 20$ and the average outfit was between 15-20$ so if you’re looking for “cheap” compared to build a bear , eh, not really. But what is cool is they do combos. A big toy and outfit was 27$.
The mini toys also had a huge selection of outfits but less than the big ones
They have a crap load of different characters and outfits. A much bigger selection than BaB but you won’t find officially licensed stuff here. They did have a large selection of TY beanie boos, babies, and buddies.
How does it feel to know Taylor swift is a fuckin slut?!
a) contrary to popular belief, taylor swift has dated 6 guys in her entire life. just because she’s rumoured to be with xx and xx doesn’t mean she’s dating them. the true definition of “slut” is a woman who is sexually promiscuous (uhm, right. 96% of all famous female singers are undeniably more sexualised than taylor — there’re so many of them at the top of my head but i won’t name them here) or someone who has casual, flippant relationships. it’s valid to say that perhaps, 6 guys for a 24-year-old might be a little bit more than average depending on your geographical culture, but the thing is, is that in all these 6 relationships, she’s completely serious about them. she truly yearns for each relationship to work, and for them to last forever. she puts her whole heart and soul in all these relationships. she invested herself into them. have you listened to her songs????? basically most lyrics in her love songs radiate such qualities. (tim mcgraw, breathe, dear john or all too well are just some very limited examples)
b) also, taylor never, ever sang explicitly about sex. unlike a whole trash load of other singers out there, where the allusion to sex (or the blatant, completely unhidden reference to sex) appears in every after lyric. when does taylor sing about sex??????????? how can you call her a “slut” when she has never, ever sang or even spoken about sex before? there’re so few a-lister musicians who has never incorporated sexual references into their songs and taylor is one of them.
c) to begin with, taylor isn’t even comfortable talking about sex. when asked about her virginity by allure magazine, taylor answered “it’s fine to talk about love publicly, but i think when you talk about virginity and sex publicly, people just automatically picture you naked. and as much as I can prevent people picturing me naked, i’m going to.” so it’s actually possible for a slut to shy away from talking about sex, wow.
d) it was never on taylor’s agenda to be “sexy”. she recently said “every artist has their set of priorities. being looked at as sexy? not really on my radar. but nice? i really hope that that is the impression.”
e) have you ever seen taylor’s horrified expression and her covering her eyes at the miley cyrus performance at last year’s vmas here and here? she’s obviously very uncomfortable and inexperienced with any physical expressions of sex or anything resembling that.
f) some people are saying her outfit is getting “sexier”. right. the most “sexualised” piece of clothing she has even worn is a crop top like this one here. how is that “promoting” sex????????? you might argue, the recent crop top in the vma performance (here) is sexualised. okay, it’s definitely a little more sexy then her average outfits, but just by a little. it’s considered decent by a lot of standards when compared to other artists. in fact, very much more decent, because i could name so many names. and gosh, that girl’s 24!! she can’t possibly be wearing fairy dresses and cowboy boots her whole life, can she?
in conclusion, please know someone well enough first before calling them out as “sluts”.