i am this close to flipping my shit

What's a Boy Want?

Oh hey! It’s the sequel for ‘What’s Your Kink?’ Can you believe it?! Find the first under the tag : “what???”

Genre: angst, smut, fluff

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: uh!!!! I don’t think anything! Some mentions of dubious consent to certain activities, mentions of drugs, a little self hate I guess? Mostly dan doubting that phil actually likes him, phil beats himself up a little, also cursing and a mention or two of blood, I think that’s it, but tell me if anything else!

Tags: phil is oblivious, so is dan, cumplay, mentions of being tied up and used lmao, rimming, fingering, sex obviously, the neighbors prob hear them I love exhibition, dan ditches phil, it’s their anniversary but rly it’s only been 2 months, Dan’s a cumwhore, degradation but also praise??

| WHAT’S A BOY WANT? |

It’s been exactly two months since Phil and I started dating; and we haven’t had anything but vanilla sex since that first night. I don’t know what got into Phil’s head but it’s like he doesn’t want to do anything other than vanilla now that we’re dating and I don’t know what to do.

I’m ripped out of my slightly panicked thoughts by Phil’s warm breath against my ear, “Hmm. You ready, baby?” I nod, melting into his touch almost immediately, I’m falling into headspace at the simplest things lately, in my defense, Phil has a terrible habit of playing with my hair and whispering in my ear.

I press my back into his front, a little whine coming from my lips, for just a moment before he’s gone. “Hmm. Let’s get going then.” I shake my head to clear my thoughts a bit and follow Phil out of my apartment.


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I Stayed Up All Night

Thanks to @thelonesomepeanut for requesting this from a while back. The idea was from these headcanons.

Warnings: My usual swearing, alcohol consumption, a grumpy Daddy Darry, slight arguing, and FLUFF

**Also the reader is NOT a Curtis sister**

Darry had called the bar 7 times. You know that because every time the bartender answered the phone, he’d use a certain tone—a calm and collected one. A tone that ensured you were going to you were in deep shit when you got home. If you went home.

You’re out at your best friend’s bachelorette party. And you’re having the time of your life. No boyfriend to worry about. No work tomorrow. Everything’s great! The alcohol in your system bubbles and twists. But it’s a good feeling. One you don’t feel often.

You raise your next shot to your lips. It burns going down your throat and it makes your eyes water a bit. Five seconds later, it’s like a shot of adrenaline.


The night carried on, but you have no memory of it. “Ma’am,” you hear a man’s voice say. “The bar is closing.” 

“What time is it?”

You finally open your eyes to see the bartender from last night. “Almost 6 AM.”

“Six? In the morning?!” He nods and picks up the broom from the nearby wall. “Shit!” You stand up abruptly, which makes your head twirl and your stomach flip. 

“Miss! It’s not the best idea to drive home.”

You roll your eyes and slowly say, “I came here with a group of my friends. I was planning to run home.”

He shakes his head. “Can’t have you runnin’ in those heels, Miss. And it seems you’re still a bit tipsy.” You giggle, then look down at your feet. The wedges weren’t exactly practical for an early morning dash home. 

“Fine, take me home.” He puts the broom against the wall again and gets keys from his pocket. He drives you all the way home, and on your way out he gives you a little piece of paper with his name and phone number written on it. “Thank you, Jared.” He smiles and drives off.

You open the door and Darry looks up at you from his chair. You slur, “Darry—”

“Shut it. I don’t want to hear excuses. You’re drunk. And—”

“I’m not drunk, you ass. Tipsy.”

He huffs out a breath. “What was that?”

“T-I-P-S-S-I-E.”

“Baby, you spelled it wrong.” His voice sounds gentle and soft. Then his eyebrows furrow, and you know it’s going to be a good argument. “I stayed up all night. Waiting for you to come back home. And—”

“Why should you be concerned about me or what I do? I just live here. I’m not your girlfriend. I’m not your sister so there’s no reason for you to worry.”

“I worry about you because that’s my job. I’m your protector.”

“You are not.”

“Grumpkin, listen. I don’t like fighting like this. It’s not fun for me. I’m tired and you probably are too.”

“I am not. I can handle my drinks, and I want another one. So if you’d excuse me…” 

You start to walk off towards the kitchen, but Darry grabs your arm. “If you can tell me how many drinks you had last night, I’ll let you have the whole bottle.”

You try and count but you can’t remember. He grins. “That’s what I thought.” 

“I had too many,” you say softly.

He sighs, the grin still plastered on his face. “I know you did. Are you hungry, my queen?”

“Yes, my lord.”

That’s something the two of you do. He calls you his queen, and you call him your lord. You think it’s cute. Darry makes you a quick sandwich, just the way you like it. While you’re eating it, he picks you up and carries you to his bedroom.

“Darry, are you goin’ to work?”

“No, my love. I already called the boss and told him I was sick.”

You squint your eyes at him. “You don’t look sick to me.”

Darry rolls his eyes and kisses you on the forehead. “I’m sick in the head. You are too, Missy.”

“Do we need to get some medicine?”

He makes a face. “No, we just need sleep, baby girl.”

He closes his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep. Just as his breathing begins to level, you ask, “Darry? Are you awake?”

“I am now.”

You cuddle up closer to him, your head on his chest. “Why do you worry so much about me? I mean, you have Soda and Pony to worry about. You shouldn’t have to be concerned about me.”

“It’s because I think I’m in love with you.”

The Princess and the Knight; or, Why Karkat Needs Earplugs At Night

For @homestuckartists flash prompt day!

“Why am I the princess?”

Dave looked up from his laptop with a look of utter confusion on his face. Karkat loomed over him, looking as if he’d just asked for the answer to life itself when really, Dave had no idea what the fuck he was even on about.

“What the fuck are you even on about.” He asked. Karkat gave an annoyed noise and flopped down on the couch beside him, prompting Dave to lift up his laptop with an annoyed “Hey!”

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softballrock27  asked:

"Shit, are you bleeding?" for riarkle plssss

Don’t send me anymore of these. I’m trying to clear my inbox of all the fic requests by the end of this month. So please wait :)

Cop AU. Sorry this took so long! I glossed over a lot of things. Really, the only reason they’re cops is for the plot. I think it’s accurate enough though.

They’re in their early twenties here.

Line of Dialogue Series:

In which she’s full of regrets.

Words: 872

Rating T: cursing, major character death, TW blood

“Shit, are you bleeding?”


The night was quiet. Two uniformed figures approached a darkened vehicle with caution. The radio crackled in the parked cruiser down the block. They’d been told to investigate the suspicious vehicle. Hands on their waist the leaner one rapped on the glass. A quick swipe of a flashlight revealed nothing.

“Police. Open up.” She commanded. Nothing, exchanging a nod with her partner she pulled out her weapon. One moment she was raising her hand to knock. The next, Farkle was yelling her name and tackling her. They landed in a heap on the dirty pavement before the night exploded around them.

Pop, pop, pop.

Something zinged past her ear, as she and Farkle scrambled for cover. Farkle dragged her behind a couple of trashcans before yelling into his radio calling for backup.

Heavy footfalls sounded against the pavement as the car’s occupants ran down the alley.

Without stopping to dust herself she hopped to her feet ready to begin her pursuit. To her left Farkle let out a low, “Fuckkkk.”

“Minkus? You okay there?”

“Did you know that blood makes up around 7% of the weight of a human body? Which means I’ll probably still look bloated at my funeral.”

Shit.

“Did you know ink is more expensive than blood? We really need to get our priorities straight,” Farkle laughed. “I mean, not even ink could save me now.”

“No, no, no, no. Don’t do this to me, Minkus.” He only ever spouted random facts when he was scared or nervous.

Riley snatched her flashlight off her belt. Flipping it on it quickly cast a beam on Farkle. He was propped up against a garbage can, his uniform open, the white shirt soaked in blood. So much blood.

Right now he was probably both.

“Shit, you’re bleeding.” Despite all the blood he was still smiling.

“Yeah,” His smile didn’t fade, “I am.” She leaned over him pulling his shirt wider. Loosening his vest her thumb finds a hole right above his heart. Only APR’s could go clean through a vest.

“Fuck.”

“That was exactly my reaction.”

She closes her eyes, “This isn’t funny, Farkle.”

A warm hand cups her face, a cold thumb brushing away tears she hadn’t even felt escape. All traces of a smile are gone and his eyes are completely serious. “They were going to shoot you.”

She burrows further into his hand. “Farkle…” He couldn’t die. Not here. Not now.

“I always said I’d take a bullet for you.” It was true. When they’d met at the academy he’d always said that. But she’d just assumed he was flirting. It was who he was.

“I thought you were joking.”

“I never joke when it comes to you.”

Her eyes burn even more. “Dammit Farkle.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispers softly, and she knows he’s talking about their date. The one they were supposed to go on tomorrow. She rests her forehead against his, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

“It’s okay.” It would just become the biggest regret of her life, being too chicken to make a move.

“Promise me you’ll give a killer eulogy.” He was back to trying to be funny. She knew it was his way of trying to make her feel better.

“Of course.” She agreed easily. The paramedics were going to be here any second and whisk him away. Sure he’d be irritable for a couple of weeks but he’d be fine. He’d be alive. Then they’d go on their date and he’d kiss her the way she’d been dying to be kissed.

He’d be alive and she wouldn’t have to walk onto a stage and tell everyone all the reasons she fell for him. The way he sang along to all the pop songs, singing even louder when he noticed she was recording him. The way he always took extra care to make sure everyone felt safe. The way he waited, even after an exhausting double shift, to make sure that she made it safely inside. Only driving away when she waved at him from the window. The several times he’d put himself in harm’s way for her.

He’d be alive and she wouldn’t have to face the fact that she’d missed out on the best person to ever walk into her life.

“The stars are so pretty.” He says.

“Yeah,” She doesn’t look away from his pale face, “They are.”

“When we die…I think we all turn into stars. That’s what my nana always told me.” Riley takes his conversation as a good sign. He was still alert and awake. “She told me that if I ever needed her she’d be up there. All I had to do was look. You’ll look for me. Won’t you Riles?”

“Of course,” she says again. Only this time she isn’t so sure.

He gives her one final smile. One that reaches all the way to his eyes and is reminiscent of her playful, flirty, caring, devoted friend and partner.

“Goodbye, Riley.“ His hand has long since interwoven with hers.

They find her, frantically doing CPR. It’s only when her superior tells her to stand down that she does.

She turns away from the blanket-covered body.

“Goodbye, Farkle. I love you.”

She just never told him.

Things I have said/Ive been told Sentence rp meme
  • "How are you so small/tall yet you are over flowing with hate and anger?"
  • "I swear if I hear more vine memes from the same people I will screech like a demon being drowned in holy water."
  • "Oh dear Lord I'm surrounded by vine meme trash."
  • "Aren't we tumblr meme trash though?"
  • "Get that trash outta here before I throw your phone into the lake."
  • "I wonder if one day a cannon that shoots chanclas/flip-flops at people will exist."
  • "I would pay to see a chancla/flip-flop firing cannon to be made in GTA."
  • "They are so angry, just look at them."
  • "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU HAVE BELIEF IN ME."
  • "HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET UP THERE?!"
  • "I DONT KNOW HOW THE FUCK I GOT UP HERE BUT JUST KNOW I AINT COMING DOWN."
  • "Please I was born a badass, my first word was 'shit', I'm not kidding."
  • "How the hell do you know so many curse words like damn."
  • "I AM SO CLOSE TO THROWING MY BOOK/PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM."
  • "PENCIL NO WHY HAVE YOU BETRAYED ME?!"
  • "Oh they screech."
  • "Well they are slowly dying inside."
  • "My current emotion is the only guy in an aerobics video in the back who has eyes that literally say 'help me,they have my soul captive,kill me'."
  • "HOW DID YOU EVEN MANAGE TO DO THAT?!"
  • "I DONT KNOW, I THINK IT WAS THE SPIDERS"
  • "I AM MADE OF PURE RAGE AND BADASSNESS SO DONT TEST ME."
  • "Oh there they go."
  • "Oh great look what you did, you killed them."
  • "Welp tomorrow I'm going to be executed."
  • "Please stop chasing the squirrel, you already failed 7 times."
  • "I have no clue on how I'm functioning on only 2 hours or so of sleep."
  • "SLEEP IS NOT EASY TO DO SOMETIMES PEOPLE."
  • "EY TRAIN, QUIT BLOWING YOUR HORN YA NASTY."
  • "ITS 8: 30 IN THE MORNING THIS IS AN UNGODLY HOUR TO BE AWAKE ON A WEEKEND."
  • "Touch me or wake me up for no good reason, you're going to have to sleep with the lights on and one eye open."
  • "How do you even manage to whistle in your sleep?"
  • "Oh I don't know probably because you ATTACKED ME IN YOUR SLEEP SOME HOW!?!!!"
  • "I would honestly date my phone or my book if I could."
  • "One day more......till i can finally sleep all day."
  • "WHO THE HELL WAKES UP AT 6: 30 IN THE MORNING ON THE BEGINNING OF A WEEKEND."
  • "Well look what you did, you fucked up some perfectly good ocs."
  • "Well look at what they did they fucked up a perfectly good person, now look at them, they have anxiety and other problems now."
  • "Well that isn't creepy at all."
  • "I'm sorry but I am getting a 'horror movie where everyone dies' vibe and it is not getting weaker."
  • "Uh no I rather not cause I don't want to end up being killed by a psychopathic killer in a cliche horror movie way, because someone idiotic that it was a good idea to fuck with the paranormal."
  • "Get that demon item outta here before I set it on fire and throw it into an abyss."
  • "I like how we had bonded over very gruesome stuff that we are fans of."
  • "Do you see their face? That is a face of someone who gets very happy at the mention of murder."
  • "This is coming from the person who giggles like an idiot when someone says the word 'murder', and yet you are okay with it."
  • "Aw hell nah, you have fun with that, I ain't messing with no oujia board."
  • "Come near me with that crap, I'm gonna drop kick ya into next century."
  • "How do you keep getting hurt everyday?"
  • "Managing to get hurt almost every single day is a gift."
  • "Oh did you see that? My faith in myself was just shredded to nothingness."
  • "Wow thanks for lowering my self confidence there buddy."
  • "Oh yes it's not like I'm screaming bloody murder at the top of my lungs, possibly breaking a world record on the inside everyday."
  • "Oh no, I'm always tired."
  • "Why am I always tired? I'm to tired to explain it."
  • "I would yell at you but I'm too tired and I don't give a damn at the moment."
Concert Report - Croke Park, May 23rd

Okay, so, it was an all around amazing experience. I got some videoes I thought were pretty fucking good and some that were meh. Didn’t get all songs because didn’t have any view of the boys, neither screen nor eye, for some of them. Also I wanted to enjoy a few without having to record. MY VIDEOS ARE HERE

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Nash Grier Imagine Part One.

**if you couldn’t tell, it’s me again. Cherish.**


Okay so it was a typical Friday night, for me at least. I’m Loren. I’m one of those girls, you know, the bookworm, the geek, the nerd, to school for cool, basically the one who started using college words in kindergarten and practically lives in the library. How could anyone even look at us, like we are just to smart to have any social life. Or at least find a soulmate, a boyfriend, or even a date to prom. I’m not at all worried about any of it. I’m happy enough in my imagination when I read a good book. I’m spending my Friday night in the library. Yes, you heard me. The library. The best place possibly know to mankind. Well, part of mankind. Awesome, right? I know.

Anyways. I’m cuddled up in the back of the library -the place known as the employee lounge- obviously, it being part of the library, you still have to be quiet. I’m the most trusted employee, they say I couldn’t mess up if I tried. I also have OCD. Since I am the most trusted employee, I’m able to stay after closing hours as long as I like and they’ve given me a spare key. So I have the entire library to myself.

I’m reading a quite good book, with the name of Before I Die…which i might add, is also rather dirty. Halfway through the book (also halfway through the night.) I decide to go home, sleep, then come back and do it all over again.

Next morning I put on a gray knit sweater, blue skinny jeans, a beanie, and converse.
And rushed out the door, back to the library.
Getting there, I entered in the middle of an argument between Ellgrid (a 60 year old librarian cat lady, whose been working here for approximately 30 years.) and the boss. I caught a clip of the argument before they stopped. Ellgrid didn’t wanna work at the front desk, and she was pushing the job over to me, even though I did that yesterday.

“Loren, would you please work front desk today, my poor back is killing me.” Ellgrid said.

“Sure. I mean I really don’t have a choice do I?” I replied. Shifting my eyes to the boss.

“It appears.” Boss said.
“Thought so.” I said.

I walked to my workspace and sat while Ellgrid flipped the closed sign to open.

A few hours later, a boy from school walked in. Specifically the most popular one. I believe his name is Nash Green or Grier or whatever. He walked up to the front desk -where I am working- and dinged the bell.

“How may I help you?” I asked.
“Uhh, yeah I’m looking for a book on the history of humans and shit like that.” He replied.

“Ehem,” I coughed, becoming impatient, “could you be more specific, or do you want me to lead you to our history section and show you the categories?”

“Yeah yeah, you could show me.” He replied.

I left my desk and led him to the history section.
“Okay so here is the history on Egypt, over here is the history in America, this one France, and this one Belgium…” I started.

“Thanks, bu- wait a second. I know you from somewhere. I’ve seen you at school you’re that girl who’s always studying and reading.” He said.

“Yep, that’s me. Anyways, what are you looking for?” I asked.
He paused for a second, thinking about his next reply.
“Hold on. I’ve been needing A tutor, and literally no one comes to my head except you.” He stated.
This shocked me. He thinks about me?
“You’re saying?” I asked.
“I’m asking if you’ll tutor me. You know. Here.” He said.
Not thinking for more than 10 seconds, i answered.
“I sure can. But not now. How about later tonight. After closing hours, I stay to lock up.” I suggested.
“Sounds good to me. Umm I’ll look for the books then too. Okay?” He said.
“Yeah sure. See you later.”
He walked out the door, and i immediately couldn’t wait till later tonight.

Mine - One Shot

This is mature xx

“Harry! Whats wrong?” You ask him once again, waiting for him to tell you what is bothering him. 

He shakes his head at you and gives you a sad smile. He starts to take off his clothes, throwing on a pair of track pants and a shirt. He kept ignoring you and you didn’t understand what his problem was. Wanting to continue on having a good night you press your body against his while wrapping your arms around his waist. “Thank you for dinner tonight baby, I had a good time.” You smile up at him. He just gives you another sad smile, and you know  that the smile is fake because it doesn’t come close to meeting his eyes. You groan, annoyed and very frustrated with him. “Harry!” You say sternly while gripping his waist hard not letting him walk away. “Tell me what is bothering you, seriously.” 

He rolls his eyes at you and grabs your wrists before pushing you against the wall. His body is pushed against yours within seconds and he kisses you roughly. You moan surprised, as he wraps his arms around you, bringing you up in his arms before bringing you to the bed. He bites your bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth and moving his hands all across your body until they land at the bottom of your shirt. He pulls it over your head roughly and goes straight to your breasts, moving his lips from your mouth and putting open wet kisses where your bra isn’t covering anymore. 

You became very frustrated because he always did this when he was upset, trying to take the conversation away from what was really bothering him, and most of the time it worked. With his amazing mouth and hands, god who are you to deny him. But you were different now, your relationship was better than before and you guys finally talked about things now. Sometimes however he would go back to his old ways and you would have to bring him back. This being one of those times. 

With little power you had, you pushed him away and asked him again. “Harry, tell me whats wrong.” You say breathlessly. He groans and closes his eyes, running a hand through his hair and turning away from you. “Harry please. How can I make it better if you don’t tell me what’s bothering you?” Moving your hand across his back, you kissed the back of his shoulder. 

“I don’t like when you talk with other guys, especially when you flirt with them in front of me and they are my friends. I know you don’t mean to but you do. I just can’t handle it.” You could see the vulnerability in his eyes along with anger. You shake your head at him, thinking he was so stupid to think you could ever want any of those guys over him. Grabbing his waist you pulled him back to you. Face to face with your lips pressed against his while moving your hands through his hair before looking him in the eyes. 

“Baby, I love you so much. Im sorry if you thought I was flirting with them but I wasn’t, i was just being friendly. I wanted your friends to like me.” Still seeing his facial expression you sighed, pushing yourself closer to him and running your nose against his. Your lips hovering over his once again. 

“Baby you’re the one I want and you’re the one who has me. You’re the one who has me standing in your bedroom panting, completely turned on by you right now and every night. I’m in your bed Harry. I want you, only you. Please believe me. Only you.” He doesn’t say anything except looks away from you. You sigh, before removing yourself from his grasp and grabbing your shirt and putting it back on. Grabbing your purse as well you make your way towards the door. 

He immediately looks at you when he hears the door open. “Where are you going?” You can tell that he’s angry, but you don’t say a word. He gets off the bed quickly and makes his way towards you. Grabbing you by the waist  he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. “Where are you going baby?” He asks again and you can hear the hurt in his voice as he wraps his arms tighter around you. “Please don’t leave.” He whispers into your neck. You turn around and look at him and you can see he’s not angry anymore. Just scared that you’re gonna leave him. “Please..” He whispers again, nudging his nose with yours. 

You grab his face with your hands and place your lips on his. At first the kiss started off slow but before you know it your legs  are wrapped around his waist and you are pulling yourself close to him. Harry kissing your hard and deep, his hands gripping your ass and moving you against him. 

You unlock your legs from his waist, so your feet could touch the ground and as soon as they do, you push him onto the bed and climb on top of him straddling his waist. His hands go straight to your thighs rubbing them up and down. He licks his lips and you let out a small whimper as you move your hips against his. 

You grab his arms and pull him up so your chests are pressed against each other. Grabbing the hem of your shirt he pulled it over your head once again. He unhooks your bra, before going straight to your right breast. Grabbing your nipple into his mouth tugging and sucking on it hard, causing you to moan uncontrollably. Your hands move down to his jeans, undoing his belt and tugging it out of the loops. 

You unbutton his jeans and pull them down his legs. As soon as you are done he flips you over so he is now hovering over you. He presses his lips against yours roughly and starts to pull on your bottom lip. Groaning as he continues to press himself against you. His hips were grounding hard and fast against you. You grab the hem of his shirt wanting nothing to be in between you two. Needing his skin on you. Pulling it over his head you leaned down and placed a single kiss over his heart, keeping your eyes on his the entire time. 

His hands quickly goes down to your pants, pulling them down and hooking his fingers around the edges of your underwear right after, sliding them off. He sits up a bit, staring down at you, and then moves down to place a light kiss on your stomach, making his way down to your knee. He kisses the top and then the inside, working his way up to the inside of your thigh. You bite down on your lip as his tongue flicks against your sensitive area. He starts sucking hard on your clit and your hands immediately push into his hair, pushing him closer to you.

“Oh god Harry.” Throwing your head back you cry out his name. He grips your thighs hard to hold you still, while he inserts his tongue inside of you. Kissing you hard while you role your hips against his mouth. “Fuck! Yes, baby right there.” When he feels you close he takes one long taste of you before placing on single kiss in between your legs. His mouth moves up your body quick, leaving wet open mouthed kisses until he finally has your lips on his. His hands spread your legs fast and he lines himself up at your entrance. 

You could tell he just wanted to get lost in you, to just be wrapped up in each other and not think about anything. Just having the reminder about how good you feel together. Forgetting about any other problems that he was dealing with. He just wanted you. 

He pushes himself into you gently and slowly. He starts to move really slow and deep inside of you, making you feel every inch of him. You whimper at the size of him as he moves slowly in you, the pressure of it unbelievable. Digging your nails into his back you push your face into the crook of his neck and bite down hard. “Move Harry please, Oh God.” 

“How does that feel baby? Can you feel every inch of me move inside of you? God you feel amazing, so tight.” He groans against your neck. Grabbing both of your legs, he spread them open more. Bringing them up along his hips getting a better angle so he could push in deeper. 

“Fuck Harry!” His thrusts started to pick up getting them hard and deep each time. Feeling him in the pit of your stomach with each thrust. “Harry take me from behind, please baby.” You cry out. 

Groaning, he slides out of you quickly before pulling you off the bed. Turning you around he pushed you forward. Both of your hands on the bed while your feet were planted on the ground. Moving his hands along your ass, you slowly moved your thighs against each other. Looking back at him and biting your lip. 

“Spread your legs.” 

Shaking your head no, he presses himself up against you. His mouth right against your ear. “I said spread your legs now.” 

“Fuck, I love it when you talk to me like that.” Leaning forward a bit you spread your legs open, perching your ass up and moving it from side to side. Hearing him groan behind you, you had a smirk on your face for a second before you felt him slam into you hard. “Fuck!” 

“Who do you think you are little girl? Think you can flirt with other boys and not listen to me? Thinking you could get away with it hmm?” Gripping your waist he continued to slam into you, the bed moving slightly forward with each thrusts. “Answer me.”

“No!”

“No what?”

“No baby I, shit. I’m ss..orry. I was… was fuck, a bad girl.” 

He leans in close to you and kisses your shoulder before whispering in your ear. “Yes you were. What happens to bad girls?” His voice still dark. 

“They get punished.” 

“Yes they do.”

“Are you going to punish me baby.” You whimper, while gripping the sheets. 

Pulling out he flipped you around so your back was on the bed. Your hair all sprawled everywhere. Lifting your legs he wrapped them around his waist before pushing back into you. “No not tonight. But I am going leave my hand print on you, so you have a reminder of who you belong to. When you sit, you will have a reminder. You are fucking mine baby.” 

Whimpering at the thought you wrapped your arms around his neck and  pulled him down towards you. “Kiss me.” You whispered.

Kissing you hard, you both moaned when you deepened the kiss. Moving your fingers in his hair you tugged hard, smirking when he groaned. Pinching your ass, you yelped before smacking his chest. with the back of your hand. “Be good.” He groaned against your lips.

“I always am.” You wink at him. Panting hard when he flips you back over and pushing your head to the mattress and your ass perched up in front of him again. 

“Look back at me. I want to see your beautiful face baby.”

“Harry give me my cock baby, please.”

“No. Not yet.”

“Harry please.” He first slapped the outside of your thigh, causing you to jolt. Letting out a loud moan while you clenched your legs together. “Oh fuck, please.”

“Please what?” He asks you while moving his hands slowly up your thighs. 

“Please spank me.”

“Not tonight.”

“Harry please, I’m begging you.”

“Begging won’t even get what you want. Not tonight.” You could hear the smirk in his voice and you knew he was actually serious. 

Removing yourself from his grasp you kneeled in front of him. “Are you serious right now?!”

“Dead serious. You’re being punished.” Smirking at you, you stayed there panting hard. 

“Fine then, I’ll just have to finish myself off then. Enjoy.” Thinking you had the power, you were quickly reminded that you didn’t. 

Tackling you to the bed, he pinned you underneath of him. Your hands above your head. “Don’t you dare leave. Now be a good girl and take your cock.” 

“Fine. Let me ride you.” 

“No.”

Looking at him confused, you didn’t understand why he was being so weird. 

“Why?”

Seeing his eyes soften you waited for him to speak. “I want to take you like this. Slow. I want to make love to you, I want to just feel us. No games tonight, just us.” You could see the vulnerability in his eyes and all you could do was give him a small smile. Your eyes filled with love for the boy hovering over you. Grabbing the back of his head you pulled him down once again and captured his lips with yours. Harry always knew what you both needed and in this moment what you needed was for him to just feel you and for you to  just feel him. Right now all you wanted was for him to know how much he meant to you and for him to know how much this meant to you. 

He slowly slips back inside of you, both of you moaning when you both realize how sensitive you two were. His hips start moving very slowly against yours as he looks into your eyes. Never breaking his eye contact from yours, while he moves his hands slowly around your body. 

You whimper again, as he continues to thrust into you. He groans as he feels you clench down on him. Causing him to drop his head to the crook of your neck, trying to catch his breath. You moan his name as he starts kissing your neck. Nipping and sucking at the skin, trying to leave a mark. Most people didn’t like the idea behind a love bite but you both loved it. It was Harry’s way of making sure that people knew you were his, even when you weren’t together. You never cared because you are his and he is yours. 

His hand moves down to your clit as he slowly starts rubbing it. “Baby I’m close.” He moans against your neck. Your hands grip his shoulders roughly moaning at the pleasure of him moving inside of you. Deep and slow. He starts to move faster while moving his mouth back down to your nipple. Swirling his tongue around it and sucking lightly on it. Branding you once again. 

As his hips picked up the pace, you continued to moan out his name. Looking up as  he watched your face, moving your hair out of the way so he could fully see you. Pushing his hand away from your clit, you tell him you only want to let go this way. Wrapped in each other’s arms while kissing away each moan and whimper. 

He presses his lips against yours, groaning when he feels you lift your hips up, letting him to get deeper once again. Clenching around him you pull back from him to see his face. “Fuck baby.” He moans loudly, starring into your eyes before kissing you once again. 

“Baby come with me, right now. Please.” You whimpered against his mouth. 

You scream as your orgasm hits you. He is still moving inside of you as he moves his mouth to your neck and bites down hard as you feel him release himself inside of you. You both lay there panting, Harry still inside of you while he lays on top of you. You feel him lean up one his elbows as he starts kissing every part of your body. Your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your neck, your chest.. everything. He then kisses you on the lips for a brief second before rolling off of you and pulling you towards him so you are face to face on each others sides. Looking into your eyes, he slowly moves his hands up and down your back. He opens his mouth to speak and you wait for him to begin. 

“You are mine forever, and I love you more than anything,” and your heart literally skips a beat. 

Smiling you pulled him closer to you. “I love you too so-”

You scream out when you feel his hand collide with your left cheek, his hand massaging the skin right after.  You could already feel the mark forming on your ass. “I love you, even though you can be a bad girl who doesn’t listen. I think now you deserve your punishment.” He smirks at you. 

Your jaw hanging open you lightly push him. “You jerk!” Moving out of his grasp.

“Come here.” Laughing he tackles you to the bed, wrapping himself around you. Both of you completely and utterly lost in each other once again. The man you loved with all of your heart on top of you, pressed tightly against you. You were his. and as he would say it, Mine.

xx

S/C fic for the Eve of the Globes

Not my best, I know it. But I just needed a little happiness before whatever happens tomorrow. God, when will they be back in Scotland. The Turtle Soup is simmering on the stove.

Anyhoo. Just a quick one. Hope you enjoy, even though some of the words don’t feel natural. To me, anyway.

Cheers!


Always There

“So, what are you wearing?”

I laughed. It shouldn’t be funny anymore. It should, in fact, be downright annoying, considering this was the same question he had asked thrice in a matter of a few minutes. And yet…I laughed.

“Heughan,” I groaned as I let my head fall back on the pillow.

“Yeah, like that, Balfe. Groan just like that,” he said, amused.

I sighed heavily into the phone, exhausted from the last few weeks. We were both quiet, our soft breathing barely audible across the thousands of miles of separation.

“Sam.” I spoke his name softly, testing it out, once more, after days of its absence upon my lips. I heard his heavy sigh, its muffled sound expressing his feelings more than planned.

A moment of silence more, then, “How was the tea?”

I laughed again.

“British.”

“Well,” Sam laughed, “at least that’s good. A bit of home in that fucking city.”

He meant to speak the words lightly, but they fell with malice upon my ears.

“I missed you today. I’ve missed you all week.”

“I’m there. You know I am. My hand is holding yours, the other is brushing that strand of hair that always falls across your left side. I’m always there, Caitriona.”

I eased further into the bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a shadow on the wall. I stared at it, morphing the silhouetted rippled lamp-shade into a ginger-haired man watching me from across the room. I heard his words and they warmed my body, but did nothing to dull the ache that he wasn’t truly here. Not really. I glanced down at the ring on my finger, circling the gold, round and round, my finger.

“Ask me again.” I said.

He did as instructed, no explanation needed. His voice, first teasing with his initial question, was now an octave lower, a clear sign of his arousal and longing.

“What are you wearing, Caitriona?”

I had pulled off the belt, and kicked off the shoes an hour ago, but the black dress I wore to the BAFTA party, still draped across my body.

“Black dress. Simple.”

“Bra? Knickers?”

“No bra. But yes, to the knickers. Those black lace ones you picked up at Agent Provocateur.”

I heard him chuckle softly, “Which ones? The one with the matching bra?”

“No. The one with the matching gold pair.”

“Ahh,” I heard the faintest sound of a zipper being lowered, “I love you in those.”

“You do know how to dress me. Or, undress me.”

“Put me on speaker, Cait.”

“Hang on a bit,” I heard a groan of displeasure, before jumping off the bed and rummaging through my luggage. I panicked, briefly, wondering if I had forgotten it – how could I forget it? – but sighed in relief as I pulled the old grey sweatshirt from beneath the plethora of clothes.

Hopping back on the bed, I did as told, putting the phone on speaker, and placed it beside me on the pillow. “Okay.”

“What were you doing?”

“Grabbing the shirt.”

“Jesus,” I could almost see Sam shake his head in amused annoyance, “would you let me give you a new one. That one is ancient.”

“This one,” I brought the tattered and creased shirt to my nose, inhaling pure Heughan, “is the one you were wearing when you cooked me breakfast the first time. It smells of eggs and sex and you –“

“Lovely combination,” I heard him interrupt, dryly.

“It is. And it smells of easy. When it was just the two of us. Nothing else.”

“Alright. Well, lay down. Keep it close.”

I inhaled the heady scent once more, before placing it next to me, on his side of the bed.

“I want you to take that gorgeous hand of yours, and run it up your leg, from your ankle. I want you to do it slowly, until you reach the hem of your dress, then push underneath.”

I let my mind go blank, my eyes closing momentarily, bringing Sam into the room with me, before opening them again. I reached down, my manicured hand touched my ankle, the fingers falling to the side as I slowly did as he asked, and brought my hand upward, leaving goose-flesh in my path and I could feel the heat begin in my belly.

Sam’s voice was soft, yet commanding, as he told me to curl my fingers around my panties, rubbing myself. The rough lace scratched across my most sensitive flesh.

“I want you to pull your panties aside, Caitriona. Leave them on. I want you to push a finger inside. Tell me which finger. Tell me how you feel,” Sam’s voice echoed from the phone. I was certain he had me on speaker as well. I pushed my index finger inside me, its touch sending shivers of eroticism throughout my body, yet, the slender finger doing very little to satiate my appetite for his strong fingers.

“Are you hard, Sam. Are dripping down your beautiful –,” I arched my back as images of his hand, stroking his cock, readying himself for me, flooded my mind.

“Yes, baby. I’ve got my left hand rolling my balls and my right, fisting my cock. Can you feel me? I’m rubbing it across your pussy.”

“Yes.” I pushed another finger inside me, missing his fullness that filled my body wholly.

Sam was sitting at a desk in his hotel room. His pre-cum and spit lubricating his cock, aiding in his pumping. He spoke of longing for my tongue to run up the long, protruding vein that went from South to North, up his beautiful pink cock. I would trace my tongue, up and down, that vein for minutes on end, before engulfing his entire length in my mouth, only to pull free and play with that spot once more.

No longer satisfied with the fingers inside my body, I leaned over, rummaging through my suitcase once more, ssshing Sam’s protests. It only took me seconds to find what I needed. I gave it no thought at all, as I fell back on the bed, pulled his sweatshirt over my face, and tucked one hand in between the collar of the dress to take hold of a breast, and brought the object to my wet centre and switched ON.

The buzzing sound broke through our pants and moans. The instant it touched my clit, I cried out, calling Sam’s name.

Sam, aware, if not completely, of the situation, pushed me on, nearing his own orgasm. “Pull me inside you, Caitriona. Tighten your muscles around my cock. Fuck.”

I could hear the sounds of his breath hitch, as his hands glided hastily over his wet cock. Between the slapping noise of his flesh, the smell of him surrounding me, and the vibrations below, I careened quickly over the edge. “Sa-mmm.”

I heard not but a few grunts and heavy breathing from across the soundwaves as I slowly floated back down to the bed, my finger flipping the switch again.  

My breathing leveled and I pulled the shirt from my face, eyes remaining closed, enjoying the afterglow, but missing the sweaty arms that normally would be embracing me after the act. I heard a soft, hmmm, come from the phone and smiled. “You are always here.”

“I am.”

I turned my head to the side, taking him off speaker as I put him to my ear. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I heard some rustling, then an idle, shit. “Got some cum on the floor.”

I Laughed. A hearty laugh. A laugh that sprung tears from my eyes and a snort from my nose.

“Hey,” Sam objected, “not all of us can just bring a vibrator and have a nice clean orgasm, you know.”

“Um, I didn’t bring my vibrator.”

“Yes, you did. I heard it, Balfe.”

“Yeah…” I paused, my eyes falling on the object with a grin, “Not my vibrator. I used my toothbrush.”

“Say what?”

“My electric toothbrush,” feeling the need to defend myself when no response came, “my fingers weren’t enough and I knew it was there, so it just…came to me.” The phone remained silent on the other end and I could feel my heart speed up, “What?”

“Two things. One: you’re going to need to get a new toothbrush in the morning. Two: I’m going to need to see that when you get home.”

I muffled my laugh into the pillow, feeling the embarrassment flood my cheeks. “I’ll be home Monday.”

“Yes, you will. But now you need sleep. Big day tomorrow.”

We said our good nights and while I was nervous and excited for tomorrow, I also was more than eager to just have it be Monday again. Back to Scotland. Back to work. Back to my man, with the outside world, and all its demands, falling away again. No need to make up stories of perceived lives. At least for a while.

***

Dressed and ready for the show, I had asked for a few moments to gather my thoughts. I sat in the hotel room with my eyes closed and begging zen to wash over me, before my phone vibrated with a message. I opened to a message from Sam. One sentence, and my heart filled with joy.

I grabbed my clutch and phone and headed to the door. When I pulled it back, I was face to face with a suited-up Heughan, his tie and kerchief matching my dress, and a soft smile across his face.  I could feel tears well up and I looked down at the phone message again.

Always There.

Episode Review

Aysia: I’m gonna need you to stop being shoved so far up Jonica’s annoying ass and not fight her battles. You can do better and it’s time you realize that. If she wants to flirt with another girl in your face, she’s not for you. And you should have realized that when she messed with you while she had diamond. 

Dalila: I really don’t take anything Dalila says seriously. She doesn’t offend me at all, she’s clearly mental. I don’t know why these girls let her get to them. If you don’t like her, don’t acknowledge her. There isn’t a better way to shove someone out of the house than to completely isolate them.

Loren: I don’t have much to say other than she’s Jonica’s puppet next to Aysia. Girl told her to jump and she basically said, “how high???” I don’t know about the rest of you guys, but if I know my friend is being extra, i’m not gonna entertain their bullshit.

Jonica: Did you not spend the entire first couple of episodes defending Aysia from the house because you hated how you were such a bully in school to others and wanted to change that? Funny how that only applies if you wanna lick a girl’s pussy.

Brittany: She’s so weak in my eyes. She loves to be in everybody’s business. You had multiple opportunities to fight in that house and you fought the new girl not even 24 hours into her stay because she “stepped into your space.” LOL. And then when you are told to pack your shit you wanna cry and talk about how you would have never hit her then but then say you had no regrets. BITCH, THAT’S A REGRET. Glad you’re gone, won’t be missed.

Alex: Where did things go so wrong? Probably when she couldn’t keep her mouth closed for 5 seconds. I over looked her being the one to google Jada and I over looked her pulling that weak mess and trying to gang up on her for her name. But I am DONE. She is finished in my eyes. She is the definition of a flip flop bitch, it’s actually embarrassing to watch unfold. You wanna call her a basic bitch but then smile in her face and lie like a rat? You wanna yell at the new girl because she’s an easy target but not call out those bitches that mentally fucked with your head for weeks? I can’t rock with that fake shit.

Jada: Flawless and has proven so time and time again. I’ve been questionable about Jada since day 1 but now that I see her character I love her. She speaks her mind no matter who she offends and I respect her. She hasn’t been fake to anyone and I honestly can’t wait to see how she is next season as well. She might be one of my favorite bad girls if she proves herself stan worthy in season 13.

I JUST GOT NOTICED BY LUKE, ZAYN, AND LOUIS!!

I SWEAR TO GOD!! OMFG BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!

OKAY, HERE IS THE STORY.

THIS AFTERNOON, LITERALLY 30 MINUTES BEFORE THE DOORS OPEN AT WWA, MY BEST FRIEND CALLS ME AND INVITES ME TO GO WITH HER. SHE DOES NOT TELL ME WHERE THE SEATS ARE OR HOW MUCH (BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BUY THEM! LIKE YES I LOVE YOU) SO I SAY YES, OF COURSE. AND WE GO AND JUST MAKE IT IN TIME TO SEE THE END OF JAMIE SCOTT SO NEARLY PERFECT TIMING. AND WHEN WE ARRIVE AND WE HAVE FLOOR SEATS LITERALLY LIKE 20 FEET AWAY FROM THE STAGE AGHH.

OKAY SO THEN 5SOS STARTS PLAYING AND OF COURSE, THEY ARE AMAZING! SO I AM THE ONLY ONE IN MY SECTION THAT IS FLIPPING SHIT SO LUKE LOOKS AT ME AND SMILES A LITTLE AND MY HEART DIES. SO THEY KEEP PLAYING AND I SEE HIM KEEP LOOKING AT ME OR IN MY DIRECTION CAUSE I WAS SO CLOSE AND STILL THE ONLY ONE FLIPPING OUT AND THEN THE GIRLS THAT ONLY COME FOR ONE DIRECTION CAME AND TOOK THE SEATS WE MOVED TO, IN ORDER TO BE EVEN CLOSER. AND I KID YOU NOT! HE LOOKED AS IF HE WAS SEARCHING FOR ME IN THE SECTION AND THEN HIS EYES LANDED ON MINE AGAIN. OMG OMG

OKAY AND  FOR ZAYN. AT THE END OF THE STAGE, THEIR IS A PLATFORM THAT MOVES UP AND DOWN SO WE IT WAS AT IT’S HIGHEST THERE WAS A LIGHT THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO COME DOWN AND SHINE ON ZAYN BUT SINCE IM A GIANT, IT MISSED HIM AND STUCK ME DIRECTLY IN THE EYE. I THINK HE NOTICED THE LIGHT WASN’T ON HIM AND WENT TO SEE WHERE IT LANDED SO HE LOOKED DIRECTLY INTO MY EYES AHHHHH

LASTLY WE HAVE LOUIS. I AM GOING TO SAY THIS, THE GIRL SITTING NEXT TO ME WAS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING AND IM LIKE BLEH. SO WHEN LOUIS WAS WALKING DOWN THE STAGE ME AND THE GIRL NEXT TO ME WERE SCREAMING AND WAVING AND HE LOOKED AT US, EITHER HER OR ME, AND SMILED. WE DIED OMFG.

OKAY THAT IS MY SORRY SORRY ABOUT THE CAPS IT HAPPENED LIKE 2 HOURS AGO YAY

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Ok, I am flipping my shit about this promo for a few obvious reasons. First of all, PRAISE GOD CHARLIE COMES BACK. But of course nothing is ever that easy and we also get Dean totally wailing on her which has sent me into a tailspin of speculation. Even when Dean first got the Mark, back before he was ever a demon, he never seemed like he was even close to hurting the people he loves, like Sam or Cas. Sure he was getting a little kill happy with the blade but to me he still felt like he was pretty discerning in who he killed. So the fact that he would ever punch Charlie is a huge warning sign for me and I’m wondering, is it possible she’s possessed? Because that’s about the only thing I can think of that would make Dean hit her like that, possibly intending to incapacitate rather than kill with an intent to exorcise the demon and get Charlie back? I really don’t know. But beyond that I’m obsessed with trying to pick apart Charlie’s tone in that clip. Because my first thought when I heard that line was that the full phrase was probably something along the lines of “I know you’re in there. I know somewhere inside there’s the Dean I love…” but I don’t know, I would really expect her to sound more pleading if that were the case. She sounds kind of dark to me. Either way oh my god I am so fucking excited for the midseason premiere and this wait is going to kill me.

Everything In Between - Part 12 (Final)

Hey everyone!! So this is the LAST PART of Everything In Between. This has been the longest fic I’ve ever published so thanks everyone for staying with me. I’m sorry it took me so long to put the parts up. I promise to be better with the next stuff. As a show of good faith, I promise to publish my next one shot on Tuesday. 

But anyway, I hope you guys like this last part. There is another sexy scene so get excited. If you’re tired of my sexy times scenes, I’m surprised you’ve made it this far with this fic because there has been a good deal of sex. But anyway, thank you sooooo much for reading and all of you guys’s support. Hopefully I did the characters justice in the end. 

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GPOYW don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya, Wednesday.

Rehearsal went well enough, but I forgot all the words to the song I sing during the act where I play El Diablo because we had never blocked the scene before. It’s really hard to sing and learn movements that you have to execute with a heavy chain you’re wrapping around someone’s body in time to the music, and also notice something else happening stage right that you have to react to, without it looking awkward. I’ll be practicing this bit with a chair and some pillows for days. Oy. 

Got home and Lila was asleep and Chris gone. This is the fourth night. It’s still pretty awful, and yesterday he said he misses me, which sent me into an emotional tailspin as I was walking out the door to poetry class. I don’t even know what to do with that right now. 

I looked in the windows of a couple more houses today and finally had an email from Chris’ realtor with a list of all the same damn houses I already picked out four days ago. I get the vibe that the dude doesn’t really feel motivated to move this along with any urgency, or at least not with anything close to the urgency I am feeling, so I think I will call him off and get a friend of mine who just got her realtor’s license to help get me in to see some of these places next week. Chris living in a motor home is untenable. I want all of this wrapped up before winter. 

There’s a giant mother flipping black fly in my room. I’m going to end up breaking something before the night is through. 

Everything is weird and terrible, but the nausea finally went away, so I’m just going to go ahead and call this shit day a big, fat win. 

Fuck off and die, fly.