for want of a screw

anonymous asked:



Music Series: Versace On The Floor by Bruno Mars (Trequel)

Aaaaand…the trequel! (I’m coining that word as my own, don’t judge me.)

Here is a link to the first part of this story, When I Was Your Man

Here is a link to part two, Too Good To Say Goodbye

Here is a link to the song for this story, Versace On The Floor by Bruno Mars, via my Spotify playlist called Big Sexy:

And what can I say…Bruno is a musical genius. Think I could write a story off every single song of his. Honestly I probably could from Harry’s album, too, (MUSICAL GENIUS) but not sure I want to yet. I like that his words are so open to interpretation, and make you wonder what he was thinking when he wrote them. I kind of don’t want to screw with that, honestly.

Anyway, here it is…enjoy! xo



Let’s take our time tonight, girl, above us all the stars are watchin’

There’s no place I’d rather be in this world, your eyes are where I’m lost in

Underneath the chandelier we’re dancin’ all alone

There’s no reason to hide what we’re feelin’ inside, right now

Harry swallows hard, unsure he heard you right. He squeezes your hand in return, hoping that you asking him to stay meant you were going to give him another chance to prove how much he loves you and wants you. How much you mean to him.

You stand, facing him, looking into his eyes, wanting neither of you to forget the looks on each other’s face in that moment. You never want the two of you to be in that situation ever again.

“Remember this,” you tell him. “Remember how this feels. I never want either of us to feel it again.”

“Never, love. I’m so sor…” Harry begins, but you place your finger on his lips. He apologized already, and you accept it, by pressing against him gently and placing your lips on his. The softness of his lips on yours melts you. You feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you tightly against his body, as your kiss becomes deeper, tasting him, begging him to taste you. It’s the most beautiful, tender, slow kiss you ever remember experiencing. Gentle passion, his lips trembling beneath yours, afraid that at any moment you may change your mind and release his kiss…release him…

So, baby, let’s just turn down the lights and close the door

Ooh, I love that dress, but you won’t need it anymore

No, you won’t need it no more

Let’s just kiss ‘til we’re naked, baby

Your fingernails lightly graze Harry’s back under his shirt, your lips moving strategically from his to his jaw, nibbling lightly at the precision line. He closes his eyes, fists clutching at your dress.

“Baabyyy…” Harry whispers into the air escaping his lungs. He feels you kiss his neck firmly, working your way down to his collarbone and sucking, biting at it gently. You hear a small moan escape his throat.

Harry’s hands slowly move down to your hips, pulling you into him. He didn’t realize until this moment how long it had been since he had held you like that…kissed you this way… What a horrible boyfriend he had been, to leave your body feeling so unloved on for so long.

Versace on the floor. Ooh, take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl

I unzip the back to watch it fall, while I kiss your neck and shoulders

No, don’t be afraid to show it all. I’ll be right here ready to hold you

Girl, you know you’re perfect from your head down to your heels

Don’t be confused by my smile 'cause I ain’t ever been more for real, for real

You feel Harry’s hands move to the zipper of your dress and slowly lower it, watching as it falls past your breasts, your waist, your hips, until it puddles around your ankles. How long had it been since he had seen you naked? To Harry it seems like the first time all over again. He is in awe of how beautiful and breathtaking you are.

His lips press against you, gently sucking on your neck, tasting your shoulder, lightly kissing your chest. You unbutton the buttons of his shirt and move it off his shoulders, allowing it to fall on the floor at your feet.

“So beautiful, baby,” Harry says, taking in your body, his hands working their way along your soft skin. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

So just turn down the lights and close the door

Ooh, I love that dress, but you won’t need it anymore

No, you won’t need it no more

Let’s just kiss 'til we’re naked, baby

Versace on the floor, ooh, take it off for me.

Harry reaches back toward the wall and turns off the lights, the room being illuminated by the bright moonlight shining through the window over the bed. You feel his lips find yours again as he kisses you with so much passion you feel there is nobody else in the world besides the two of you. His kiss wanders along your throat as his hands wander the rest of you.

“Promise me…” you whisper breathlessly.

“Anything, baby…” Harry whispers in return. “Anything…”

“Promise me…we’ll never lose this again…what we have…,” you say, sniffing, desperate to hold on to what you have with him, afraid of losing it again. “Please…I don’t want to live without you.”

Harry kisses you again, then looks into your eyes, his hand caressing your face as he wipes a tear from your cheek. “Never. We will never, ever lose this again, baby. You’re mine, and I am always and forever yours, as long as you’ll have me….” Harry takes your mouth with his once again, tracing his tongue along your lips, pulling your bottom lip between his own, sucking it and nipping it lightly.

You moan lightly as his mouth finds your neck and shoulder again, feeling Harry lay you backward gently onto the bed. In that moment, all was right again and you felt safe and loved in the arms of the man that you loved. Maybe there would be times with struggles, nobody could know. But you knew in that moment that he loved you unconditionally, wholly, purely, and that he was yours, and you were his.

It’s warmin’ up, can you feel it, baby?

Oh, seems like you’re ready for more, more, more

Let’s just kiss ’til we’re naked…Versace on the floor


WOOOOO!!! That was fun! Hope you liked it!

If you have a favorite song, let me know and I’ll see if it’s one I can work into a Harry imagine.

Thanks for reading, my lovelies! xo


boneboy679  asked:

Disable the anonymous option sir.

well..I don’t know….I wouldn’t want to restrict people, having to expose their account and stuff when they want to send me mails :|

agh, screw it, I’ll do it for now.

do you have

that one character

that one freaking character

that you love more than your own life

and you get so fucking happy when you see them on screen

because heck yeah, that’s your baby

i highkey wanna see alex go full rogue in exodus.

j'onn doesn’t want her on the cadmus case because he thinks she’s too close to it emotionally to act rationally, so she sneaks in and jams all the supplies she can into an old backpack. and j'onn kind of knows something’s going on, because alex is doing everything she can to block him out of her mind, but maggie assures him that she’s handling it.

but maggie is working with alex on this case, helping her bring down the organization that took her father away from her and caused her so much pain. they follow the still-active tracker winn planted on jeremiah to a remote location two days travel west of national city. they take their bikes and only stop once to rest up.

j'onn understands what’s happening immediately after alex doesn’t show up for work, and when maggie and alex arrive, kara is waiting for them (on j'onn’s orders). alex gets ready for an argument, but jeremiah’s betrayal had been hard on kara, too, and she joins them.

and in the end, cadmus’ members are scattered (or dead, mostly dead) and lillian luthor is being held at gunpoint by maggie sawyer while alex handcuffs her father with the nonterrestrial-resistant cuffs lena had sent when she learned about their plan.

and that’s how cadmus is destroyed; not by an army, but by a cop, an alien, and a heartbroken daughter.

anonymous asked:

Okay but after the new Love Hotel & Instagram chapter I desperately need Yuuri to find his old school uniform while packing his things in preparation to move to Russia (or even better, Victor asking Mari or Yuuko for their old ones and makes Yuuri wear it)

“W-where did you get that?” Yuuri sputtered upon walking into his bedroom and seeing Victor sitting on his bed.

Except he wasn’t just sitting on Yuuri’s bed.

He was sitting on Yuuri’s bed, wearing the dark, dark blue uniform jacket and pants that Yuuri had not seen in years.

And wearing it exactly like Yuuri had always imagined. Jacket front undone, flaps haphazardly pushed back. White button up shirt just a bit rumpled and nearly coming untucked from his belt line. The knot in the school tie loose and askew. He rested an elbow on a knee, holding his chin in his hand as he smirked over at Yuuri.

Every bit the image of a punkish, popular bad boy that robbed everyone of their hearts and common sense the second he sauntered into a room or down a hallway.

“I might have bribed someone,” Victor replied, smooth and rich like melted chocolate. He pushed off the bed and strode over to Yuuri.

Yuuri was reeling. Not just at three years of high school fantasies come to life, but the fact that Victor looked even hotter than any image Yuuri had ever conjured up. Intensified by ten times over when Victor confidently drove Yuuri back against the bedroom doorframe, planting his hand firm against the wall, pinning Yuuri there under his sharp blue gaze and the abusive amounts of power that uniform was giving him over Yuuri.

Weak-kneed Yuuri. Trembling Yuuri. Already half-hard in his pants Yuuri.

“Is that the right way to do a kabe-don?”

An endless mantra of ohmygodohmygodohmygod hurled itself through Yuuri, and he couldn’t even be sure if it was only mental or if he was actually breathing the words out.

Screw all logic and restrain, Yuuri wanted nothing more than to be screwed by Victor. With the uniform still on. Right there against the doorframe.

“I-… I, ummm-…” Yes. Very right. The very right way of doing a kabe-don. So right that it was wrong. So wrong. Very wrong. “…Why are you-…” Yuuri couldn’t even finish the question, about a nanosecond away from seizing a hold of that sloppily-knotted tie in order to crash his mouth and body against Victor’s.

“Because you got senpai to notice you.”

And it was at that point that Yuuri utterly broke down into a fit of laughter that lasted approximately ten minutes, and then five more when Victor refused to stop pouting at just how awful Yuuri had found that line and that there was no hope of recovering.


My Brother, My Brother, and Me (dir. J.D. Amato, 2017)


04.25.17 // guess who got the highest grade on their history test,, yep, this girl here stayed up late studying cannibalism to get that grade 

The Characters of Hannibal According to my Nan
  • Hannibal: That naughty boy.
  • Alana: The Nice Lady Doctor.
  • Will: That Man.
  • Abigail: The Poor Girl.
  • Gideon: Oh no ... no no no!
  • Freddie: She's very witty.
  • Zeller & Price: *heavy sigh*
  • Beverly: I like her.
  • Nicholas Boyle: Who's that? I fell asleep.
  • Chilton: *tutting* He needs to stop that.
i want a relationship where

i want a relationship where he is as crazy about me as i am about him. i want a relationship where he chooses me over any other girl, no matter how hot or pretty she is. i want a relationship where i sit in my teeshirt on the kitchen counter and he cooks me breakfast between stolen kisses. i want a relationship where he saves all the selfies i sent to him because he can’t get enough of me. i want a relationship where he sends me long messages telling me how much he loves me every time we fight. i want a relationship where we can sit on a rooftop at two am and discuss my dreams and aspirations. i want a relationship where i come first before the tall, skinny blonde who sends him nudes. i want a relationship where he gets me orchids without asking. i want a relationship where he is protective of me because he can’t stand the idea of other guys touching me. i want a relationship where he plays scrabble with me. i want a relationship where he takes me out to the greek restaurant i told him i always wanted to try because he listens to what i say to him. i want a relationship where he holds my hand in public. i want a relationship where he sees the bitch in me and chooses to stay. i want a relationship where he knows me and not just my body. i want a relationship where i am pampered because he wants not and not because i ask him to. i want a relationship where he never lies to me. i want a relationship where he realises how important my grades are to me. i want a relationship where he tells me he can’t see a tomorrow with me. i want a relationship where he calls me every time i say i am fine. i want a relationship where he understands me. i want a relationship where he takes me out to get drunk and forget about the things i screwed up. i want a relationship where he loves me. i honestly just want a relationship where he loves me, unconditionally.


au where they are happy and the only thing they have to worry abt is corrin stepping on her partner’s feet when she dances so azura tries to help her