i loved you more than i should

anonymous asked:

Rephrasing, then. Do you think Natasha or Elise have or have had romantic feelings toward each other?

All I can say is they’re such relationship goals and they’re not even dating.  They look at each other with more love than some couples ever will in their life.  If their chemistry can translate just as well into a relationship, they’re the luckiest people on this earth to find someone that’s a soulmate bc most people don’t.

anonymous asked:

I think you are a 13 years old girl without studies, that is why I want to explain this to you. Reylo is pedofile. Kylo Ren is a murder without redemption, don't try to use Rey for that, she is not a thing, she is a human. That kind of love isn't good for Rey, so understand that they are not in love, he only wants Rey's power because she is more powerfull than him. It isn't love, and support reylo is racist because you misprize Finn. You are young for understand but I still have hope in you.

Hi anon!  How are you? I am fine, thanks for asking.

How should I start this?

I respect all star wars ships because I think that anyone can ship whatever they want, but you came here and I think that you are trying to insult me… I personally think that is not the healthiest way to ship. My blog is respectful with all star wars ships, I am reylo, yes, but that isn’t a sin.

And to reply to your questions… I am 21 years old and I am a college student, thanks for worriying about my age and my studies.

Reylo isn’t pedophile, but I am not going to waste my time explaining that to you. If you want, you could read one of my post: http://kiraru21.tumblr.com/post/169069618123/interesting

Kylo is able to redeem himself, he doesn’t need Rey to do that because he is a human being too and he has light inside him. We can see that fact at TFA and TLJ. Rey is a strong woman, the fact that she will be able to be in a relationship with Ben Solo/kylo ren doesn’t make her weak. She is stronger than that.

I personally think that Kylo is not interested in Rey because of her power, he seems interested in her because he loves her, but this is my personal opinion. You have your opinion, I have mine.

So… I am racist because I am Reylo… I don’t understand that… I love john Boyega, because he is an adorable person. I don’t understand why being reylo is racist, sorry.

I know not all Antis are this way but… please, you should let anyone ship the pairing they love… thank you.

May the force be with you… and remember…

I have that one sitting on my harddrive since… 3 months. I was inspired by this amazing post https://ignis-scientia-estrogen-brigade.tumblr.com/post/163989582809/im-still-struggling-to-find-my-misplaced-muse and I thought I’ll give it a try in my own style… but, when I was finished I simply didn’t know if I should upload it or not, cause there are moments when I am most likely more insecure about my art than anything else and those moments when I am really my worst critic.

That being said this work is dedicated to the lovely soul behind @ignis-scientia-estrogen-brigade, who made me smile and laugh so much with each of her pieces after finding her blog that I actually can’t thank her enough. Thank you so much and feel yourself hugged really tight. <3

Made in XNALara, render in Blender Cycles and edits in Photoshop!
All Models © by their respective owner’s! Fanart only! No copyright infringement intended!


“You’re afraid of me my queen?” He hovers over her on their bed, his hands bracing against the headboard above her head. He could see in her wide eyes a familiar emotion, the smell of it radiates off her in waves.


“I love you more than I love hell..”

“No you don’t. You’re not capable of it.” She shoots back. She finally manages to sit up. Balor sits between her legs and smiles.

“You think so?” He says reaching to her face to brush a fallen strand of hair away. “I’ll prove you wrong, over and over. Everything I went through to find you should’ve been enough proof.” He cups her face in his hand before he pulls at her hips so she now straddled him.

“Love and lust are different.” She retorts again. The Kings hands slide underneath her night shirt to feel the warm soft skin underneath.

“I have both, I’m capable of both.” He replies sounding aggravated. “I’ve loved you for so so long, and I’m not planning on stopping anytime soon. You’re mine for eternity my queen.”

This time she didn’t have a comeback or even anything to say against him. She instead looked into his beautiful blue eyes. Balor smiled and pulled her down to kiss him.

“Just accept it…” he mutters against her lips. “I love you.”

anonymous asked:

your video made me gayer than i thought possible. incredible. pls do more like this. i may be in love with you.

HEY GUYS SHOULD I MAKE A VIDEO TO ANOTHER HAYLEY KIYOKO SONG pls request ur chosen song in the uhHhh reply button thingy below ✨🌈✨💖💓🌈✨

thank u btw anon 💖

serenjimpity  asked:

ahh angel💕 ignore that last anon! you should never feel obligated to update! you have a life outside of tumblr and as it is with everyone, life is unpredictable. things happen when you least expect it and as a human being, you have the right to put yourself first. your mental wellbeing is far more important than updating so never feel guilty about taking care of yourself. i'm so proud of how far you've come! i have so much love for you💓 the tae to my jimin, always.💖

My wife, my one and only 💟 Ahhh, I love you so much princess, thank you for always being there to put a smile on my face and brighten my day 😙💟

Originally posted by uniquesoullove

anonymous asked:

Costume companies actually ask you to mention them in your videos to promote them?

Yes! I love it actually! I get lots of comments asking who did the costume so this helps that! And I think they have a right to politely ask that as does a choreographer who I’ve not listed!! Helps build good relationships with ppl in the dance world! I don’t see any thing wrong with them asking! I don’t see it as them trying to sneakily promote more than others. They are part of the dance and should be added when asked

anonymous asked:

What can I do to get Taylor to meet me? She follows me but I don't get noticed really often and i dont feel like self reblog. Can you give me advice?

Hi there! 

First of all, sorry for the late reply, I´ve been on mobile for the last couple of days and my messages somehow disappear from my notifs on there.. 

I´m afraid I don´t have any tricks or groundbreaking tips. I think my greatest advice is to post about yourself and focus on being yourself and having fun on here. Of course, I don´t think you should share more than what you´re comfortable with, but I think the most important thing you can do is be yourself, because, no matter what, authenticity and uniqueness will get you so far!

And I know it´s easier said than done, but trying to focus more on having fun on here rather than getting Taylor´s attention, would be my second advice. For me, tumblr is such a great platform to connect with so many lovely people from all over the world. Also, it´s important to remember that Taylor sees so much more than what she openly likes. At my Secret Session there were plenty of people who´d never been noticeably noticed by Tay online, yet she knew exactly who they were!

I don´t think there´s anything specific you should or have to do. And I know that the thought of ever meeting her can seem hopeless sometimes. And that emotion is human and very much valid. At the same time, there´s no way of knowing what kind of positive surprise lies down the road for you. Believing and hoping that one day you´ll meet her really can do wonders to how you look at it, I truly believe that. 

And if you don´t like self-reblogging then I 113% respect that. Personally, I think that a self-reblog now and then is very much okay - it´s your blog after all. 

I hope these words make sense and gave you some hope! What matters the most, in my opinion, is you being yourself and enjoying your time on here and as a fan! 

Hope you´re having a great start to your 2018!  



Originally posted by alltoowellhairflip

anonymous asked:

Hi Elle! I️ am planning on treating myself and buying an iPad because I’ve seen how easy and nice it is to take notes and do so many tasks at once. However, i am not sure if it’s convenient. Do you prefer notebooks or iPad when it comes to taking notes during lecture or studying for a class. I could really use your advice on this because i truly admire you and your ability to give such great and honest advice to all of us. P.S. my major is biochem as well and I’m loving it!!!


Omg I am totally biased because I love my ipad more than anything so honestly i think you should go for it if the financial expense is not a burden to you!!

At first it might feel like “uh what do i do with this thing” but search around for tips on how to turn your ipad into your BEST STUDY PAL and youre gonna be like ??? hello this is a hidden gem?

I prefer my ipad to take notes in lecture because it’s light and easy to take to class and i can upload my notes to Google Drive, that way my notes are everywhere and anywhere I have access to the internet, which is really convenient!!

If I could suggest a model though, go with ipad Pro with the Apple Pencil because it’s the most optimum thing ever for studying. The Pencil is just perfect to write with and soooooooo worth it hehe

AND YES BIOCHEM IS A RARITY so glad you love it!!!

anonymous asked:

"You should've said that yesterday" or "why don't you just go" (Sorry, I thrive on angst)

ooo yes. i thrive on angst as well, and love writing it.

hope you don’t mind I put both of the prompts together in this!

Quick Summary: Charity decided to come back, try to make up with Phineas, coaxing him to come back to her with the girls. Philip is a little more than a bit jealous.
Works with the “how much did you drink” and “aw, you’re so cute” ones. These could be a series jee.

Fuck, it hurt so much.

It really did, seeing Phineas so happy back with Charity. He understood his happiness with Helen and Caroline, and didn’t mind that.

What hurt was how he looked when Charity told him she was ‘sorry about overreacting,’ and ‘loved him too much to stay mad.’ He looked so relieved. So glad.

One would almost not believe Phineas had told Philip he’d loved him just the night before. Hell, not even Philip could really believe it.

A few pairs of eyes followed him when he left the room, holding a hand next to his face as to not let the family, or anyone in the troupe, see that he was on the brink of tears.

Once he was alone he pressed his back against a wall and fell, pulling his knees up to his chest. A choked sob escaped him, and he covered his mouth so he’d be quiet.

He knew he was wrong for being so upset. Phineas had a loving family.

Philip had his chance with Anne and he fucked that up.

He hadn’t loved her. He loved the idea of loving her. The thought of breaking free from his parents expectations for him and society’s standards. It felt amazing.

It felt the same when he thought about falling in love with Phineas. And it sure as hell did when he truly did.

But, unfortunately, all he’d get out of that love was drunken words that didn’t mean anything. Actions that only came from clouded judgement.

“Damnit.” Philip pressed closed fists against his forehead, not repressing the sobs that came from him.


Philip had stayed alone in that room for hours, off-and-on crying, and just overall being pathetic.

He forced himself to be silent when he heard footsteps, and kept his head low.

“Philip- what-“ Phineas. Wonderful.

He was on his knees in front of him, careful with how he slowly placed his hands on Philip’s shoulders and moved closer to him.

He was tempted to move away from Phineas’ hands, but it did make him feel a bit better.

“Philip.” He hated how he sounded so worried. “Something with Anne?”

He couldn’t hold back the sudden gasp, and shaky breath that followed.

“Hey, hey..” Phineas rubbed his shoulders, and Philip let himself go for a minute, nearly hyperventilating along with the tears.

He stopped and looked up, staring directly in front of him.

“Philip, what happened? Anne seemed like she was alright.”

“She is. I hope she is.” His voice faltered.
“It’s not her?”

“No. No, of course it isn’t. I really do wish it was that fucking simple, Phineas.”

“I don’t- What is it, then?”

“It’s you. Fuck. It’s you. It’s been you.” Philip leaned back against the wall.


“Yea. Phineas, I love you. I have. For a few months now.”

“You.. You should’ve said that yesterday, Philip.”

“I did! I told you I loved you! You were drunk. But- But I did. Phineas, I love you so much. And-and-“ He took a quick breath, “It hurts. So. Fucking. Much. Seeing Charity and knowing you love her.”

“Phil, I. I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”
“Yea. I know.”

“I really don’t know how to make this better for you. I don’t want to be in pain.”

“Phineas, why don’t you just go? Go back to Charity. I know you’d rather be with her.”

“No- no, Philip, no. Did I say anything back to you? Last night?”

“Yea. You did. You started it. Told me that you loved me. You were drunk. It didn’t mean anything and I know that.”

Silence. And with every slowly passing second, Philip even more wanted to disappear.

“Hey. When I said- that. I meant it. You’re the one who got me through losing everything. Philip, I love you. I really, really do.”

He turned to him. “But- Charity.”

“Yea. Charity. Look, what she doesn’t know won’t- it won’t kill her.”

“No. No. Phineas. I refuse to be another Jenny Lind for you. Damnit. No.” He had started to stand, fully intent on leaving the room before this escalated. He did want to be another Jenny for him. He wanted to let himself be selfish and have something with Phineas. But he forced himself not to.

Phineas lightly grabbed his wrist, just keeping him from leaving. “Philip.”

“I don’t want to be an affair, Phin.” He kept eye contact with him, lightly shaking his head.

“It’s the only thing you can be.” Phineas was standing now, still barely holding onto his wrist. “Please.”

“No. I won’t be your paramour.” Philip easily shook off his hold, leaving the room before he betrayed himself by saying what he was telling himself to.

((this got way longer than I expected and there will be a part two))


a soft and beautiful man and the sharp asshole that lives in his house

You are really far away from knowing how much I love you.
—  Poets Love Her
He looks at me dead in the eyes and asks “did we rush into this” and I can feel my heart drop. I know what he is trying to say, this isn’t as effortless as love is supposed to be. 
I remind myself every day to eat breakfast, brush my teeth and the fact I love him because he knows my coffee order and will hold me when he knows I don’t want to talk about my day. Deep down I know that loving him should be easier than daily reminders, but I don’t want to lose him.
“Maybe we did, but I’m not unhappy with you” I reply softly, as if I was to speak too loud I might scare him away.
“You deserve happiness and joy, not settling for ‘unhappy’, I wish I could be more, I wish we could be more but maybe by forcing this, we are only making it worse” he responds, I can hear how much he is hurting. We are two people that love each other, breakups are supposed to be full of hate and spite, but here we are in love with each other, but just not enough.
“I know you’re right, but let’s just have one more night before we have to face up to reality,” I say with tears escaping my eyes.
I know it’s over, and tomorrow I will be alone again. Maybe it’s what I need, maybe it’s what he needs. Maybe we should have waited a little longer, maybe we were never meant to be together. But how can two people love each other and make each other happy, but still not be enough for each other? How is that fair?

You know what the TF2 fandom needs more of?

More chubby Demoman.

Because I heard that he has a pudge.

S U P E R  S O F T  D E M O M A N

It’s all right now.


Originally posted by stylesinthewild

A small piece where Y/N can’t get Harry’s attention, so she pouts and decides exactly how to grab his attention

Y/N rarely begs Harry for anything. He’s usually one step ahead of her, always making sure she had everything she needed. Cuddles, hugs, good morning texts. But sometimes he can get caught up in his own work, Y/N has no problems with it obviously. Yet it only gets in the way when Y/N really wants something. And not just anything. But something only Harry could satisfy.

The first time Y/N acted out like a brat, Harry was answering emails.

He was lied out on the bed, back propped up by the headboard with the MacBook in his lap. His ankles crosses and hair slightly fluffed over his forehead due to just waking up. His glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, scratched at his stubble dusted jaw letting his eyes dart on the screen at the multiple emails sent by his manager. It was barely 8am on a Saturday, Y/N usually slept in on the weekends, it was her escape from the hectic schedule of work and schooling. Something was keeping her up though. She lied in bed with her back facing Harry, stretching her arms over her head once she became aware. Y/N peaked up at him sleepily, seeing his bright green eyes looking down at her.

“Up this early in the mornin’? Tha’s a record.” Harry teases letting his right hand lightly scratch over Y/N scalp making her hum out in delight.

“Heyyy don’t be rude… I can be up early if I put my mind to it.” Y/N quipped in. The only thing on her mind right now was for Harry to put his mouth on her.

She’d never ask him for it though. She would always think she’s got it all in her head, pep talking herself in the mirror to get the confidence to just come straight out and tell him exactly what she wants. But she can never get past the first sentence. Harry always can read her before she can even mention what she wants from him. He says it’s all due to his “impeccable reading of people” but Y/N just thinks her flushed cheeks are a dead giveaway.

After sharing a few kisses and daily questions they went through every morning that he asked. “Did you sleep well,” “what should we make for breakfast,” she could usually answer them with no problem. But she was getting too distracted on the way his mouth spoke certain syllabas, the way he used his knuckles to push the glasses further up his nose. Everything that should seem normal, but was just making her body even warmer. Harry caught on to her spacing out, brushing the tip of her nose with his finger.

“Did you even hear a word o’ what I just said?” He rose an eyebrow looking down at her. Y/N moved her eyes back to him immediately dropping them back down when her eyes met his. She meaked out an embarrassed ‘no’ before he smirked softly leaning over kissing under her ear.

“Go brush your teeth an’ we’ll make some breakfast yeah?” Harry tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before rubbing his thumb across her jaw. Y/N blinked a few times before getting up and heading over to the bathroom to freshen up. She brushed her teeth, combed through her hair, she even splashed cold water on her face to just snap her out of it.

But nothing worked.


And now she was left to fluster her way through to get Harry to do something to her. Y/N opened the door after drying her face with a towel, he was still lied there in the same position, ruffling his hand through his hair yawning out. She stood by the end of the bed just watching his, fiddling with the sleeves of the sweater of his she wore. Harry trailed his eyes back to her smiling sweetly.

“Look a’ you… all fresh an’ ready to go.” Y/N smiled slightly nodding before gnawing on her lip.

“Yeah! Yeah yeah I just….” Just like that she was at a loss for words. Anytime she started a sentence in a certain way, Harry’s eyes would immediately dart over to hers, his eyebrows scrunching in concern. She hated when she worried him, it was never her intention to, I mean how were you supposed to ask your boyfriend to just eat you out. It should be easy, but with someone like Harry, it’s more tedious than it should be.

I just really want your mo-“ She’s suddenly cut off by Harry’s ringtone blaring, making his eyes move to the phone left on the nightstand. “Jus’ give me a minute love…” Harry mumbled before answering the call.

Just like that he answered the phone. Y/N looked at him, dropping her hands by her sides letting her lower lip jut out in a pout. She didn’t mean to be someone who wanted a lot of attention, but she wants attention. Especially when she’s needy for him. Something in the way he answered the phone made Y/N reset her words in her brain. She knew a way to get to Harry.

It was risky, but she knew she had to take it if she wanted him to do something now.

Harry has his phone held between his shoulder and ear, typing away on his laptop letting out noises of responses to whoever was on the other line. Y/N crawled over to his side, resting her hand over his forearm. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, moving his hand for a minute to brush his thumb over her knuckles. She moved to lean her chin to rest on his shoulder, pressing her lips against his ear, tugging his hand that was over hers, to her thigh. Harry let his hand rest on the outside of her thigh, suddenly glancing down at it. He moved his head up to sit straight, using his other hand to pressing the phone against his ear.

“H….. really need you right now…” She murmured quietly in his ear, slipping her fingers between the open spaces of his on her thigh. Harry looked at her moving the phone away from his mouth.

“Sweetheart.. ‘m on a call jus’ give me 5 minutes..” He mumbled moving his phone back to his mouth before resuming the conversation with what sounded like his manager.

Y/N frowned pulling just her head back to look at him, his eyes not even bothering to look back at her, too focused on the screen in front of him. Her own patience was wearing thin, deciding to shove the computer off his thighs and crawling in between them. Harry looked at her with furrowed eyebrows glancing back at the screen and then her. Y/N just shrugged tapping her fingers against his thighs casually keeping her eyes on him. He looked down at her hands before grabbing one of her wrist and sending a warning glance before setting her wrist down in her lap. Y/N pouted moving her hands back to the waistnand of his boxers, slipping her fingertips in. Harry widened his eyes quickly grabbing her wrist and moving to press the phone against his shoulder to muffle the speaker.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Harry hissed keeping his hold on her wrist.

“You aren’t paying attention to me, have to figure out ways to do it obviously.” Y/N bluntly stated rolling her eyes.

Harry narrowed them before murmuring our a low ‘quit it’ before returning back to his call, now making sure his eyes were focused on hers the whole time. At this point she would’ve stopped, realizing whoever was on the other line is important and whatever they were talking about was obviously something that Harry would have to pay attention too.

But she wasn’t going to stop.

Y/N moved to lie on her stomach between his legs, pulling out his cock from his boxers. Before he could let out another scolding, she immediately wrapped her lips around the tip, lolling her tongue around. Harry let out a choked breath moving his free hand into her hair. She let her eyes trail up to his raising her eyebrows up before pulling back, letting her hand slowly work over his shaft. Harry shook his head gritting his teeth together.

“Yeah ‘m fine mate don’t worry about it… I can’t believe what the fuck are you doin’…” Harry spoke through clenched teeth at the last part. Y/N bit her lip shaking her head innocently, acting like she had no clue what she was doing. She let her tongue lay flat on the underside of his prick, letting it drag up lazily before flicking her tongue against the bead of pre-cum that had escaped. She was fully now wrapping her mouth around his cock and letting her head do the work. Her hand pumping over his shaft ever time she moved her mouth up making his head slam back against the headboard squeezing his eyes shut. He had more self control than this, but something about the way her mouth was hot around his dick was making his mind go in circle. He couldn’t think straight with her doe eyes looking up at him like she isn’t choking on his cock.

“I go-got it yes-fuck I’ll talk to you later ‘m busy.” Harry quickled rambled out before slamming his hand down on the bed with the phone. His hand quickly tangled in her hair tugging her head back toughly. A line of spit connected from her bottom lip to the tip of his cock, breathing out heavily against the warm skin.

“You are jus’ not listenin’ today are you petal…” Harry clicked his tongue shaking his head as he looked down at her with dark eyes. “Know ‘m on an important call… still disobeyed..?” Y/N licked over her lips dropping her eyes down.

“I’m sorry daddy… just wanted something…” Y/N meekly whimpered out, his hand tugging at her roots to have her eyes move back to is.

“Well if you jus’ would ask… daddy wouldn’t be so rough with his baby now would he…” Y/N nodded biting over her lip pouting out as she looked at him.

“I tried saying something! You didn’t listen though!” Harry raised his eyebrows at her tone making her shrink back slightly.

“I said I’d be with you in a minute didn’ I..? You weren’t being patient…” Y/N huffed out moving her eyes away from his face.

“I know I know….. sorry daddy…” She mumbled out looking back at him, tilting his head to the side.

“‘M letting you off with a warning this time… next time it won’t be pretty do you understand?” Harry lowly mumbles leaning his head down slightly to make his point clear. Y/N nodded glancing over his face biting over her lip.

“Good girl…. now.. go ‘head…. finish what you started…” Harry leaned back against the headboard again watching her with raised eyebrows, his lips quirking up into a smirk once he saw her eyes light up again.

The second time Y/N acted like a brat, both of them were at a restaurant with a group of friends.

They were both sat together in a booth, Y/N was pressed against the wall, sitting on the inside of Harry’s side. His hand rested comfortably on her thigh as he talked to one of his friends about a story she’s heard a million times before. She hasn’t had much to drink this time coming out. She would’ve been nursing a couple margaritas by this time but something was once again taking her focus off of anything. Her eyes turned to watch Harry animatedly explain his story using his free hand to gesticulate every word. Her mind flashed back to that morning he tugged at her hair she could feel her scalp prick with pain. The way he just looked down at her with a harsh stare that would make her want to crawl into a hole and never come out, but at the same time just completely soak her panties. She liked the way he was asserting his position in their relationship.

She loved he way he just dominated her.

Her hand moved to rest over his, using her fingertips to trace over the rings that adorned his fingers. Harry turned his head to look st her adoringly, squeezing her thigh in response. Y/N smiles leaning over to press her lips over his ear, tightening her grip on his hand. “Daddy….”

Harry’s eyes widened slightly turning his head to look at her properly, blinking a few time to understand what she said. She looked at him sinking her teeth in her lower lip sliding his hand up her thigh slowly. “‘M soaking for you… want you to take me home right now.”

Harry shook his head grabbing his glass of water raising his eyebrows over the rim of the glass. “Stop it…..”

Y/N pouted before pressing his fingertips over that spot over her underwear, specifically wearing a skirt of this occasion. Harry swallowed thicker looking down at her lap where his fingers were now pressing against her warm heat. He sucked the air through his teeth glancing at her through his eyelashes.

“You are so in fo’ it when we get home I swear…” Y/N looked at him with excited eyes trying to hide the way her thigh clenched even more hearing the way he spoke. Harry pulled his hand back before looking back at the table and explaining their sudden plans to leave. “Missus has a bit of a stomach flu happening, gonna take care of her now” he murmured helping Y/N get out of the booth alongside him. Both saying farewell to their friends, some of them wishing Y/N a full recovery as they headed out back to his car. The way Harry had his fingers tightly locked with her own, was making Y/N anticipate what was waiting at home.

The minute Y/N stepped into the door, Harry had her shoved against the nearest wall. She let out a gasp of shock pressing her hands against the wall to turn around. Harry came around quickly to press his body up against hers, wrapping his fingers around her waist.

“You jus’ don’t know when to behave do you…” Harry whispers hotly against the crook of her neck, baring his teeth against her skin, letting her head fall back on his shoulder. Y/N’s eyes shut feeling his mouth work on her neck, licking over her dry lips trying to move her wrists away from his grip. Harry squeezes over them pressing pressing his mouth against her ear.

“If you move those hands an inch… I won’t let you cum once tonight… understood…?” Y/N swallowed thickly nodding quickly before being turned around looking up at him. Harry moves her hands to rest on the wall by her hips before sinking down on his knees. He leaned forwards nipping up the skin of her inner thigh, holding the back of her knees as he looked up at her. Y/N’s hands were clenched into fists twisting slightly every time he sunk his teeth into the supple skin of her thigh. Harry moved his head under her skirt, it being flowy enough for his head to disappear completely under the fabric. His tongue pressed flat against her clit letting it nudge around over her underwear. Y/N dropped her head back whining slightly as her hands itched to just slip into his hair. Harry pulled back finally and slipped off both her skirt and panties, pressing kisses all over the apex of her thighs. He could see in the corner of his eyes, her fingers flexing and un-flexing each time his mouth would brush against her clit. He couldn’t help but let a smirk spread across his lips, knowing that whatever he was doing, she was trying her absolute hardest to stay still.

Harry licked over his lips before wrapping them snugly around her clit, letting the tip of his tongue roll the bundle around in his mouth. Y/N jaw dropped open looking down at him feeling her knees buckle. Harry quickly grabbed her thigh before throwing one of them over her shoulder, giving him more access to lick into her. His tongue moved back to lap up everything that had come out, letting out a growl against her clit when lifted her hips up into his mouth.

“Taste so fucking sweet… could spend the rest o’ my life here…” Harry mumbled against her inner thighs nipping roughly at thr tender skin making her cry out, slamming her hands down onto the wall.

“Oh my… fuck me… right there H.. oh my god…” Y/N squeaked out whining as he pulled back with raised eyebrow. “What did you just call me?”

Y/N quickly shook her head desperately moving her hands to her thighs to clutch into something. “Nothing daddy please.. please please please just come back… please!” Y/N begged, before nearly crying in relief when he returned his mouth back onto her swollen clit, letting his jaw work feverishly to pull her to her high. She looked down at him with her jaw dropped feeling her tummy coils, digging her nails into the skin of her thigh. She was so close. So so so close.

And then he pulled away.

Harry stood up to his feet as she looked up at him blinking through some tears, feeling her high escape her slowly. “Why did you do that! I was so close.” She cried out sniffling slightly. Harry shook his head turning her around pressing her chest back against the wall.

“You think this was gon’ be easy…?” Harry tutted shaking his head as he grabbed her hips and pressed his aching bulge against the swell of her bum. She purposely pushes back against him, resting her fists against the wall beside her head whining.

“I’m sorry daddy… I’ll never do it again I promise.. just.. j-just let me cum… please…” Y/N whimpered hearing the ruffling of his clothes coming of. She glanced over her shoulder before he pressed his lips lightly across her cheek.

Oh baby… baby baby baby… relax… ‘m comin’ ‘m comin….” Harry coos out against her cheek, holding her hips, letting his thumb rub across her heated skin. She shut her eyes slightly relaxing into his movements. Her eyes quickly shot open letting out a choked cry once he got in one smooth thrust. Harry growled against her shoulder grinding his hips down immediately.

“‘M going to fucking ruin you…” His hips moved to a rhythmical pace, her forehead pressed against the wall, letting out choked whined and moans every time he reached that spot. Harry’s forehead pressed against the back of her neck slamming his hind into her perky bum, making him want to cum on the spot.

“You feel me… right.. here.” He emphasized when he lightly squirmed his hips to nudge that spot, pressing his hand against her tummy. Y/N gasped dropping her hand to rest over his before nodding desperately.

“I-it feels… so good fuck…” Y/N cried feeling his free hand move to wrap his hand around her throat.

“Are you ever going to act like a brat like that ever again..?” Harry asks pressing his nose against her temple squeezing down on her throat ever so slightly. Y/N gasps out shaking her head, the pressure on her throat intensifying the bubbling in her tummy.

“Are you ever going to disobey daddy every again..?” Harry takes her lobe in between his teeth pressing his hips flush against hers, just staying there. Y/N shook her head once again trying to move her hips against his, but it was no use.

“N-no I’ll never disobey you ever again daddy.. never never never I-I promise just.. let me cum please, ‘m so close..” Y/N chokes out a sob dropping her head down. Harry looked at her moving his hand down from her throat and rubbing quick circles over her clit, keeping his hips still against hers.

“Wan’ you cummin’ jus’ like this….” Harry murmurs nudging his nose against her cheek maid her head turn to lock eyes with his. His other hand moves to slip in between her fingers, tightly intertwining their hands as he worked his fingers against her. Y/N pressed her cheek against the wall looking at him through hooded eyes trembling slightly under him. Harry tilts his head to press his mouth against hers, letting his tongue lick into every inch of her mouth as she chased her release. Y/N dropped her jaw against her mouth letting out a string of whines and his name as she finally came. The clenching around his cock making him cum just behind her, letting out a low groan, burying his face in her neck utterly exhausted.

Y/N turned her head to press her lips over his forehead smiling sleepily rubbing over his knuckles.

Baby…. baby come on….” Y/N cooed out softly to Harry who just let out a tired moan against her neck, lifting it up lazily. His sweaty fringe draped over her forehead, eyes tired but gleaming with excitement, lips puffy with his constant gnawing. Y/N wishes she could engrave this picture in her head for the rest of her life.

If this is what being a brat brought, then she won’t hesitate next time to push his buttons.


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Our dearest Kyungsoo, first of all, thank you for a great 2017! Thank you for your kind words, all of your smiles and positivity, we appreciate it more than words can express. We hope that you’re surrounded by those you love most today and we hope your day is filled with love and happiness! Please know you’ll always have our full support, when it comes to both EXO’s D.O. and actor Do Kyungsoo, and that we couldn’t be prouder of your achievements so far! Have a great day, we love you~ ♡



You want a train ticket? It’s yours, alright. You wanna get out of here? Done. I’ll lie for you. I’ll sneak you out. Hell, I’ll even drive you. If you want more, if you want to make sure whatever’s happening here stops, then I can help you with that, too.