slow down feel love

I haven’t animated in so long??

i love meditating. i love being soft with myself and feeling the universe speak in synchronicities. i love slowing down to the present moment and when i feel wide awake. i love using my hands. i love dancing by myself and turning tasks into rituals. i love feeling how alive the earth is. i love cooking. i love creating with intention. i love moving my body and feeling the air say yes.

To the person in an abusive relationship,

I’m so happy that you got to realise that you are being abused, not alot of people get this opportunity. I call it an opportunity because you need to seize it. Words hurt and sting your heart. If arranged in a certain way, it can demolish everything that you are, reducing you to nothingness. I’m addressing you because I find it to be my responsibility to advise you, not order you, to get out of this relationship. It’s bad for so many reasons and you know them. No, you won’t be able to change him.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t work this way. True love is not meant to frighten you or to make your heart beat faster, it should slow down your heart and make you feel secure. I know you love him, but does he really love you or does he simply needs you? Those are two different feelings. Does he love you because you love him or does he need you to love him (thus explaining his bipolar ways of showing what he feels for you)?
Picture true love as a room, it should shelter and protect you from others. Real love does not make you feel vulnerable, it should be your source of strength and support you.

Darling, I can’t do anything else as I write you this but I want you to think about what you just read. All decisions are left to you.
Good luck.

—  queenassbitxh, || (Literally dedicated to the person who wrote about being in an emotionally abusive relationship. My thoughts are with you)*

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Just the idea of straddling Harry is so hot. His shoulders look broad. He has his shirt buttoned down, his biceps are defined, and his legs are spread open. The look on his face would be priceless because he knows you want him. And just feeling him hard under you would already have you soaked

He’s smirking, because he can feel how wet you are. There’s only two thin pieces of fabric separating the two of you - his boxers and your panties - and the feeling of your slick center rutting across his hard cock is driving him mad.

But he wants to tease you a bit, so his hands come to your hips to hold you in place, eliciting a whine from you because the friction was starting to really feel nice.


“Shhh, gonna make you feel good, pet. But I gotta get you on me; think you can ride me nice and slow, love? Wanna feel you slidin’ down on my cock.”

Aviana came down with the flu, and you’d think she’d stop acting cheeky, but she’s gotten even worse! She’s been asking for cookies because she’s “oh so sick” and will “die without them”. Not only that, but I’m pretty sure the syrup has stopped the coughing by now, so she’s totally faking it. I have a very smart daughter. Anyway, what did I miss?

In my 400-ish (?) hours of playing Fallout 4, I have only found one gun better than my faithful Cranky Crank McThundergun

….and here it is

“Part Two” by Chase Atlantic (Review)

With fans still recovering from “Part One”, Chase Atlantic fueled their ongoing fire with the release of “Part Two”, the second EP of what I’m assuming to be their take on an electrifying musical saga.

The EP was released on March 31st, 2017, and I was very eager to hear it. Although I myself am a relatively new fan of Chase Atlantic’s music, “Part One” completely blew me out of the water: compared to their older stuff, it was a major step forward in terms of their lyrics, musical production, and style. My only hope for “Part Two” was that it would be similar to its counterpart, if not better.

After finally sitting down and listening to the new EP, I had some mixed feelings about it. Although I was pleased regardless, because I like this band a lot, I’m not quite certain whether this one shook me as hard as “Part One” did.

Let’s break it down song by song, shall we?

Track 1 - Triggered. 

My very first impression of this song was a quick snort through the nose. Not going to lie, the title made me chuckle. I wasn’t sure if the band was genuinely pissed off about something, or they were just making fun of Twitter users’ lingo. Either way, I was interested to see where this opening track would lead to. 

Personally, I’m a sucker for dramatic album introductions. And this song had just the right amount of mystery, lust, and grunge to immediately draw me in. 

The song started out with a relatively chill introduction, but the first 10 seconds definitely built up. It was quiet at first, but as soon as I heard the car revving its engine in the background, I knew I was in for a bumpy ride.

Immediately after the car sounds, I was hit with lead singer Mitchel Cave’s distinctive voice and a brand new beat.

If I was to describe this song in one word, I would use the term badass (or is that two words?). There was something about the heavy bass, deep rhythm, and the slickness in Cave’s voice that immediately painted a dauntless picture in my mind. I imagined myself thrown into the middle of a high-speed police chase after my hot boyfriend and I just robbed a convenience store. He would be driving a black SUV with tinted windows, I would be perched up in the passenger seat, and Triggered would be our get away song.

Although the chorus could’ve been fuller in my opinion, the verses and the bridge of this song were what really brought it to life for me. Lyrics like “driving ‘till we killing love” and the repetitive use of the phrase “won’t slow down” strengthened my inner feelings of love and rebellion as I bopped my head to this song’s steady beat. 

The lyrics and overall theme of the song helped me realize that perhaps the meaning of “triggered” was not a reference to overused internet slang, but maybe it was referring to the shotgun my hot boyfriend was firing as we swerved on the 405, desperately trying to get away from the cops. Once again, the visuals that this song brought to life were killer (haha - see what I did there?).

In conclusion, the more I’ve listened to this song, the more I’ve come to really like it. From the lyrics, to the melodies, and to the delinquent realm it creates, Triggered is definitely my favorite tune on this EP. 

Overall rating: 9.4/10

Track 2 - Cassie.

This song, unfortunately, did not woo me as much as its preceding track. 

First off, what I appreciated about the song was how unique it was. In my opinion, this song was the complete opposite of Triggered, and very different from what I’ve been associating with Chase Atlantic’s more recent music. Coming right out of the sinister world of Triggered, Cassie was like a breath of fresh air and a field of blooming sunflowers right in front of me. 

The general vibe of this song was very easy to pick up on within the first lines of the first verse. The light and airy beat that continued throughout the entire song reminded me of a symphony imitating the gentle ticks of a clocktower. It made my heart, still calming down from Triggered, feel all warm and fuzzy again. 

Another thing I appreciated about this song was how the lyrics and the music contradicted one another. A bubbly melody is a rarity among Chase Atlantic’s newer releases, but somehow they managed to pair the uplifting beat with lyrics about drugged up veins and an impatient girl named Cassie in a way that actually worked quite well.  

However, the unique airiness of this song just didn’t seem to completely win me over, though I did appreciate it. The main reason why this song did not particularly knock my socks off is because throughout the whole first listen, I kept feeling as if something was missing. Especially in the chorus, I felt like there could’ve been something else - a tempo change, another instrumental element, faster lyrics - to make it more exciting. Although the song was cute and a little brighter than the other two tracks, it was kind of forgettable. 

Overall rating: 7.8/10

Track 3 - Why Stop Now.

This track has become known to me as the cool-down song, because I found it to be very chill and relaxed, but nonetheless a very interesting listen.

The introduction features a few intriguing elements that quickly brought me to the edge of my seat: more undistinguishable sound effects (were they popping pills?), the lazy strum of an electric guitar, and Cave’s muffled voice singing a few catchy lines, as if he was teasing me of what’s to come later on in this song. 

The introduction slowly built up, but then quickly flushed me into the first verse. The band was back at it again with the alternative hip-hop beats, this time singing (rapping?) about self-hatred and a desperate search for Mitchel’s cell phone. 

The transition into the chorus was rather quick, but nonetheless it still worked pretty well. By now I was able to conclude that this song would be slower than the other two, but I wasn’t complaining about it. 

The lyrics of this song once again displayed a level of contradiction to the other elements of the tune. Lines like “Life in the fast lane. You live then you die, babe … so why stop now?” were somewhat depressing lyrics, yes, but the way Cave’s gentle and soothing tone of voice meshed together with them was quite menacing, sending shivers up my spine. If I’m thinking out loud here, he has a very sexy singing voice. Don’t @ me. 

In some ways this song almost felt half-assed, but thats what I kind of like about it. Although it is slower than the other 2 tracks, Why Stop Now has this kind of vibe to it that fuels my inner desires to just “not care”, which I assume is a common mood fellow Chase Atlantic fans feel while listening to their music. And that’s not a bad thing. Being a moody 18-year-old whose just trying to figure her shit out, I need music like this to listen to from time to time. Sometimes we all just need to “not care” and chill TF out.

The reason why I still wasn’t completely blown away by this song either was the same reason as Cassie. I felt like there was something missing from this track as well, though I still can’t put my finger on it. Either way, it’s still a good jam, and I can see this one becoming a lot of fans’ favorite. 

Overall rating: 7/10

Overall, the “Part Two” EP did not meet the high expectations “Part One” set for me, but that is quite all right. Triggered is a major gem of a song and I’m still going to be blasting this EP in my car for the next few weeks. Perhaps there will be a “Part Three” and maybe even a “Part Four” to help us further envision where Chase Atlantic are headed next. These EPs are obviously just a mere taste of what they’ve got in store; I feel a debut album coming soon, and I cannot wait to devour it. 

AN: This is the first music review I’ve literally ever done, so please go easy on me! Hopefully you enjoyed it - I tried to keep it as honest as possible, so I apologize if any of my opinions offend/upset you, but they are just my opinions. If you liked this, let me know! I’d love to do more reviews in the future. 

Realize -- Chapter Twenty “Hairline Cracks”

Tom HiddlestonxReader  

I’ve been reading too many imagines on @theartofimagining13 and some from my own silly brain … Why is he such a Gentleman? Chapter Twenty Time!


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If you are feeling irritable, your body is telling you to slow down, chill, regroup, rebalance, drink green juice and recharge your mind, body and soul.
—  Lalah Delia
How you hug (Bucky)

@afterbucky, I swear I tried

Originally posted by stanxstan

  • You are the one who hugged Bucky the first time, he was having a break down and locked himself in his room, away from everyone, you talked him into letting you in and the first thing you did was embrace him. At first he felt like pushing you away, afraid he might hurt you, afraid of himself, but it felt so good he had to be selfish.
  • Then you understood how good your hugs made him feel so you spent all of your time taking him in your arms. Until one day he was the one who came to you, while you were lazily lying on the couch, he hugged you from behind and buried his nose into your neck, squeezing you tighter and tighter until you couldn’t breathe, but you stayed silent, clenching your fingers around his tone arms.
  • When you started dating he got so confident in himself, he knew all the love he carried for you was protecting you from him, he knew he could never ever hurt you, so he always had an arm wrapped around your waist, not protectively, just for the feeling of your skin against his hand, for the slight, loving touch.
  • He got incredibly jealous with time, he can’t bare seeing anyone else in your arms. One day you hugged Wanda and he pouted for two days, ignoring you and acting like a child. Until you hugged him when he turned his back at you, wrapping your arms around him, not letting go until he forgave you.
  • Whenever he’s feeling low, your hugs breathe life into him.
  • Surprisingly enough, He loves being little spoon, he loves the feeling of your arms protecting him from the world, and all the trust that comes with it. You would be quietly laying down on the bed, reading, and he would just come by himself, wiggling until he was between your arms, you would just drop your book on the bedside table and turn off the lights, wrapping your hands around his tall frame, one resting on his chest, the other petting his hair softly, and you would feel his breathing slowing down until he fell asleep.
  • He loves being big spoon too though, he’s obviously very, very, protective of you, and being able to just shield you from the world makes him feel worthy, all the pain goes away when you’re carelessly sleeping on his chest, your mouth slightly open, your eyes closed, and both of your tiny hand on his chest, squeezing his t-shirt.
  • You spend 90% of your time together, one in the arms of the other, the remaining 10% is when you’re eating, or having sex.
  • He becomes addicted to you, and your hugs, to the point where he’s freaking out when you’re leaving him to go to the grocery store. And it takes time until he accepts your independence. All he needs is you, and you not being there is killing him.

anonymous asked:

good LORD how do you make animatics so quickly like bbOI how do you have so much motivation to finish projects?? i cant do that

tbh i  actually really slowed down haha, and i dont know, i love that feeling of finishing a video tbh 

a/n: typed this up real quick for the free day in 13 days of halloween! i had a lot of fun with these prompts so big thank you to the person who organized this :) this is a halloween-y road trip ft. chowder and the tadpoles. dex is the new team dad. it’s a fun time.

“I’m not going to be the stupid horror movie white kid who fucks with ghosts,” Dex declares in no uncertain terms, giving Tango an extremely judgmental look over his mug of still steaming hot cocoa.

He’s sitting on the couch crisscross applesauce, a fuzzy throw draped across his lap which is kind of a stretch seeing that Nursey has appropriated half of it. The cover of the blanket makes Nursey think it’s okay to periodically run his hand up the inside of Dex’s thigh and make him choke every few minutes. Dex kind of hates him.

“I’m not going if Dex isn’t going,” Chowder pipes up, flashing Whiskey an apologetic smile.

“Yeah,” says Nursey, his thumb rubbing small circles at Dex’s hip. Dex turns to glare at him and Nursey offers a lazy yet stupidly charming smile, “me either.”

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Carl Grimes Imagine- You Jealous, Grimes?

A/N: Sorry for any fans of Ron, I kind of portrayed him as a douche… this is my first Walking Dead imagine, and first requested imagine! I hope this is what you were looking for anon (Sorry it’s not better, I was writing this during my study breaks because I have exams atm, so its kind of bad). Send in more requests, it’s fun responding to prompts!

This was all so surreal. It was kind of funny how you had gotten so used to surviving that now you had the chance to live a relatively normal life, it felt so wrong. You glanced around as you and your group stepped through the gate and walked into Alexandria.

Alexandria seemed like it would’ve been the perfect neighborhood before the outbreak, and you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy that these people had had it easy before and during the world as we know it ending.

The pent up emotions inside of you kept building up, until it felt as though you couldn’t breathe. This can’t be real. It has to be a trap. Nowhere this perfect exists anymore. There have got to be walkers in here. You began to hyperventilate, not even noticing that you had stopped walking and your legs had begun to tremble. Through your tear filled eyes, you could see the blurry figure of your boyfriend of four months, Carl, running towards you.

He reached you, and wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders, allowing you to lean on him for support. You clung to his side, looking around wildly trying to locate the nearest escape route.

“Hey Y/N, calm down, you’re okay, we’re okay.” Carl said urgently, trying to calm you before the rest of the group noticed your current state of mind.

“It’s a trap, it’s got to be Carl. Places like this just don’t exist anymore. There is no safe place anymore, not in this world.”

“Y/N, please look at me.” Carl begged, softly turning your face so that you could stare up into his mesmerising blue eyes. “It’s not a trap. Do you really think that Michonne, Daryl and all the others wouldn’t realise that this place was unsafe? I know it will take a while getting used to Alexandria, but we can finally be safe again, just like we were at the prison. Okay baby?” Carl said softly, giving you an encouraging and loving smile. You could feel your breathing slow down as you turned to hug him, melting into his warm embrace when he wrapped his arms around you. 

“I’ll always protect you Y/N. Don’t worry.” Carl murmured as he pressed a chaste kiss on your lips. You smiled up at him.

“I love you Carl”.

“I love you too Y/N”. You began to walk forward again with Carl, hoping to catch up the group.

Out the corner of your eye you could see a boy standing around the corner of a house. You turned your head to look at him fully. He was about your age, with brown hair, and he was very tall. He smirked at you, and you quickly looked away, embarrassed. Carl noticed the short interaction you had with him, and quickly grabbed your hand and kissed your cheek.

When he thought you weren’t looking, you saw Carl glare in the direction of the boy. That’s kind of odd, you thought. Carl is usually either nice or indifferent to strangers, never rude and threatening. Maybe this place is getting to him too. You both quickened your pace to catch up to the others, and the boy disappeared into the house he was standing near.


You walked out of the house you had been staying in, and began to walk down the paved street. You had been in Alexandria for almost a week, and it was nice. It still felt unnaturally peaceful, but the residents were friendly, and so far there had been minimal bad experiences. The one thing that you were still uncertain about was the boy that you had seen when you had first arrived.

You had continuously seen the boy around, and he always seemed to be near where you were; yet he never spoke to you or introduced himself. However every time you caught his eye, he would smirk, and occasionally wink at you. 

It made you feel slightly uncomfortable, Carl was your boyfriend and you loved him, and it was awkward receiving attention from a guy that wasn’t him. You weren’t sure if Carl had noticed the glances he sent you, but you hoped that if he had, he knew they meant nothing.

 "Hey babe, what’s your name?“ a voice asked from slightly behind you. You jumped, swinging around with your fists ready to fight, until noticing it was just the mysterious boy.

 "Whoa there, sorry for startling you. I just wanted to introduce myself, and get to know the loveliest lady here. I’m Ron.” Smiled the boy, grabbing your hand and playfully kissing it. You were stunned at his actions, surely he had seen you and Carl kiss when you first arrived?

 "Um, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you Ron.“ You said politely, choosing to ignore his previous comment.

 "You know babe, you have gorgeous eyes. I knew that least one beautiful thing would have to survive this ugly world.” He said, pulling you closer to himself so he could wrap his arm around your waist. You cringed at his use of the pet name babe, and hoped it was a one off thing. You began to try and subtly manoeuvre yourself out of his embrace, hoping not to come off as rude, yet also wanting to send the clear message that you weren’t interested. However your efforts proved useless as he pulled you even closer to him, and began inching his hand down your back.

 "Can you let go of me please?“ You said shortly, getting annoyed that he was pulling these moves with you, despite your growingly obvious attempts to shrug him off of you.

 "What’s wrong babe, afraid your boyfriend might catch us?” He whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. Your eyes widened, and you stood dead still, unsure of how to react, until one emotion boiled higher than the rest; rage.

 “Get the hell off of me!” You shouted, turning to face him and shove him in the chest. You pushed him, but he grabbed your wrists as they came into contact with his chest, and suddenly he was leaning in, his eyes closed, about to connect his lips with your own.

 Ron’s lips were just centimetres from your own when he was yanked backwards, by a furious Carl, who proceeded to grab Ron’s shirt collar, before sending his fist flying towards Ron’s face. Ron yelped in pain, and Carl glared at him with so much resentment in his eyes it was impossible for Ron not to flinch away. Carl had Ron’s face mere inches from his own, and his eyes were blazing with fury.

 “Back off mate, she doesn’t want your filthy hands touching her.” Carl growled, shoving Ron onto the ground. Ron quickly scrambled to his feet and dusted himself off.

 “You’re all crazy, you deserve to be on the outside”, he muttered, quickly shoving his hands into his pockets and walking away. Carl walked up to you, his eyes still showing how angry he was; yet they adopted a protective and concerned gleam to them when they met your own.

 “Are you okay Y/N? I came as soon as I heard you shout at him, he shouldn’t have touched you, shouldn’t have even spoken to you! I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” He sighed, looking annoyed at himself and Ron.

 “I’m fine Carl, I was able to handle myself. You know that. Why did you rush over here all protective and stuff?” You giggled slightly. “Are you jealous Carl?” You teased, laughing as he blushed slightly.

“Well, uh, I…” He spluttered. “Shut up Y/N…” He groaned as you continued laughing.

 “Don’t worry Carl, I love you and only you.” You smiled; leaning up and kissing him softly. You could feel him smile into it, as he wrapped his arms around your waist in a loving hug.

 “I love you too Y/N, and he won’t ever touch you again.” You sighed contently. At least you had Carl as your one piece of sanity in this mad world. As long as he was by your side, you could take on anything.

You’re My Wife, You’re Mine

Request: could you do a Shawn imagine and you guys are both at a party but his friends are clearly flirting with you and Shawn doesn’t like it


“last night I got into a fight with my husband, I told him to take what’s his and leave. He picked me up and walked straight out the door.”

a/n: I combined these two requests, since I thought they would go together so well! (They’re clearly older since they’re married)

Word Count: 519

Pairing: Shawn Mendes X Reader

Y/N’s P.O.V

“You look great, Y/N!” Another one of Shawn’s friends told me, I just smiled and said thank you, not thinking much of it, clearly they know I’m married, I’m not overly worried about it. Shawn on the other hand seemed really annoyed, this is going to be a long night.


“Shawn!” I shouted for the third time in ten minutes, trying to get him to stop yelling at me, and at his friends behavior. “We’ve been together since we were teenagers, you really think I’d just go to one of them instead of you!” I shrieked as he accused me of enjoying them flirting with me, which they weren’t even doing. “Who knows Y/N!” He shouted, sounding exhausted with this whole thing, I am too, but he won’t drop it. 

“Shawn, let’s just go to bed and we’ll talk, calmly, in the morning.” I offered, sounding hopeful, he didn’t seem to budge. “No, we can talk calmly now.” He snapped making me roll my eyes, which he saw, but I didn’t care. “I wasn’t flirting with them, and they weren’t flirting with me.” I tried to assure him but he just started getting bent out of shape, again.

“They were!” He exclaimed, I pinched the bridge of my nose, becoming over whelmed, he wasn’t getting as annoyed as he previously was, but now I was. “Do you honestly believe what you’re saying?” I asked, calmly, even though my anger was boiling over, and he could tell. He nodded, watching me intently, as his arms crossed and were finally not flailing around as he yelled. “Get whats yours and leave.” I snapped and started stomping off, planning on going up the stairs to our room, the only problem being I would be in it alone tonight. 

I heard his footsteps coming towards me, I stepped to the side figuring he was charging upstairs to get his stuff, I started shouting at him when he grabbed me and started carrying me down stairs. 

“What are you doing?” I smacked his chest as he struggled not to drop me as I wiggled around in his grip, he swung the door open and walked out towards his car. “You told me to get what was mine and leave.” He deadpanned as he set me down before opening the door for me, I didn’t move. “You’re my wife, you’re mine.” He added, standing there, holding the door open, waiting for me to get in. I broke out into tears, making him panic for a second, probably thinking he hurt me. 

“I’m sorry.” I cried out, he shut the door and gathered me into his arms, I feel so stupid, dragging this pointless fight out, even if he’s the one who started it. “Baby, no. It’s okay, it’s my fault.” He sighed into my hair, thankfully it was so late and none of the neighbors were outside. “I’m sorry.” He finally said the words, I wrapped my arms around his neck, forcing my tears to slow down. 

“I love you.” I said into his neck, feeling him hold me tighter, “I love you too.”

Another Guild Wars 2 commission, sei-ka-shi-ka‘s character being a bit of a brat. I loved to draw her expression! Thank you for commissioning me!

Hey! so i actually got tagged in one of these by @ntbogoni lol 

Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs that come up, then tag ten people.  

I just took my last 10 songs from my YouTube history bc i dont really put my music on spotify or on my phone lol

  1.  Montreal- What So Not
  2. Notorious Aint Dead- Sensi
  3. Dont stop- Odesza
  4. Junkie- Kill Paris (DNMO Remix)
  5. Hyperreal- Flume
  6. Different - Hippie Sabotage
  7. Slow Down Love- Louis the Child
  8. I Feel So Bad- Kungs
  9. Drift- Alina Baraz and Galimatias
  10. Letting Go- Greafer

Ok so the people im gonna tag r @ohwait-thatsme, @haroldthehedgehog , @gayscottryder , @cynicalcinnamon , @liamsglorydays , @gettingtoknowthegalaxy , @catchxme  and i honestly dont want to tag anyone else but yall have to tag 10 people !!! and feel free to not do it lol

#4 Stuck With Me (Niall Horan One Shot)


Another request from some lovely anonymous person. I hope you like it. Let me know. 

Also, I got a few requests to write a second part of Ask Me Out. I did plan it as an one shot so, I don’t know what to do but, if I can make something good out of it, I’ll upload a part 2. Read it, if you guys haven’t yet. 

Word Count : 1,434

Niall Horan One Shot: Summary - It’s not fair to be mad at things one doesn’t have a control on. But hey, that’s a personal opinion. 

“You do realize you’re kinda stuck with me, today?” I whispered, sitting right next to him on the couch, facing him, my body touching him. I cuddled my head between his neck and shoulders, and placed a kiss there. Nothing. He didn’t even look at me. He was stuck to the game he was playing since the last two hours. FIFA. Taking all the attention from me, this game. Now, I don’t know if you know this but, I am not one to give up. I got myself comfortable next to him with my legs across his lap and opening my ponytail so, that my long wavy hair could make me look prettier. No response. Time to step this up.

I removed my top leaving me in a very sexy bra bought by Sir, himself. I moved my body closer to him, my boobs touching his arm not causing any restriction in movement. I didn’t want him to get annoyed and walk away. I started kissing his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over and then going in for a love bite. He loved those. I kissed his cheek, his jaw, his forehead, lips were kinda outta reach. Nothing…yet.

I took off my pants leaving me in a matching thong and, stretched out on the couch beside him, with my legs across his lap. I kept watching his game but now, I knew his eyes were on me. He loved this set. Loving lingerie in general, he called it, me being wrapped in present just for him to open. I knew, he was rethinking his decision of ignoring me. I frankly, looked too sexy to be kept hands off from, especially when he full permission. But, he did. He was hard to crack.

I shook my body a bit, acting to get a little comfortable on the couch, jiggling my boobs, arching my back. His eyes were on me, mine on the screen. After a while, I started touching myself. I played with my boobs for a while, over my bra of course, and then, went down to pussy. He was getting red, feeling him shift in his seat he even cleared his throat. I spread my legs a bit, and rubbed my clit. I was moaning, kinda exaggerating but, it was working. He was losing his game and then, angrily shut it off. I didn’t stop touching myself. Slipping a finger in and arching my back, I was having too much fun.

“You fucking tease,” He shifted, getting in between my legs and picking me up. He held my waist so tight and he placed me in his lap, pulling me to his chest.

“What did I do…” I asked, innocently.

“Really,” He raised his eyebrows. “You know what you did. Leave this  out, you’ll get punished but, I’m not talking about this.”

“I really don’t know…” I cuddled into his neck.

He pulled my head by my hair. Harsh. “You were talking to Stan.”

“So?” I frowned, getting his hand off my head.

“So, I thought we discussed you’re not going to talk to him.”

“The discussion was you saying, I don’t talk to him. I decide who I talk to and who I don’t,” I said, getting off his lap. “Is this the reason you’re giving me the silent treatment?” I questioned.

“We decided you won’t talk to him,” He looked at me, his eyes full of anger.

“Oh god.” I stomped off to the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” He bellowed. I got in and wore his T-shirt, getting in bed. This day was ruined. “I’m talking to you.”

“Maybe if you stop being a dickhead, you can think a little clearly. But no, you’ll ignore me and then, scream and now, stand there running your hands through that blond hair.”

“He wants you.”

“Yeah sure.”

“I’m a guy. I know the look. He wants you.”

“He’s the son of my mother’s best friend. I practically grew up with him. If he wanted me, he would make his move. And I wouldn’t take it because I’m taken. Do you even trust me?” I said sitting up on my knees.

“It’s not about trusting you,” He shook out his T shirt and climbed in bed. “I don’t want someone stealing you away,” He said holding my face in his palms. He placed a chaste kiss on my lips, pulling me under the blanket, keeping one hand behind my head, laying me down on the cushion. “I’m very insecure,” He said getting on top of me as I spread my legs. “He knows you well, and even if you guys don’t have an awesome history, things can always get well and you can realise how much of an unworthy bastard, I am.” He said kissing my lips, again.

“You’re not unworthy or a bastard. You’re my choice and are pretty classy.”

He laughed into my neck, leaving kisses all over. “I’m sorry. I know it’s wrong. I’m just very protective of you, baby.”

I combed my hand through his hair and pulled him down to kiss me. We played along for some time, his tongue slipping in to play with mine. Basics were just awesome. I could feel myself getting wet and him hard as his dick was rubbing over my pussy. “You don’t have to worry about him. I love you. I’m with you. A 100 percent. Do I make you feel like that?” He shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere until you get sick of me and want me to go.”

“I will never want you to go.”

“Well that’s clear then,” I giggled.

“You’re a fucking tease though…” he said pulling my t-shirt off and marking me. “Sitting beside me, naked and touching yourself, while you know, only I’m supposed to do that.” I moaned out loud. “So fucking beautiful,” he said, admiring my body. He pulled my bra off and my thong and kissed all over my body. “And, all mine…” He mumbled going down on me. His fingers entered me, two at once, “You’re so wet, who made you this wet, baby?”

“You…oh my…you, Niall, you…” I was a moaning mess. He kept licking my click, his fingers going at full speed. Only he knew how I liked it, and knew how to put me on the edge as fast as possible.

“I can feel you clenching on my fingers baby, no cumming without me inside off you…” He said his smirk out on display. He pulled his fingers out, leaving me on the edge and kissed my lips.

I pushed him down and climbed on top of him, getting his boxers off and his dick in my mouth. It felt like we were rushing even, when we had the whole day but, that was just him and I. I bobbed my head, trying to get the entire thing in my mouth. He was just so big and thick, I remember being scared the first time we had sex. “Just like that baby…you’re so good at this!” He moaned, thrusting his hips a bit. “Stop, stop, need to get in…you…”

He sat up and I climbed on top, his dick slipping inside me and filling me up. I fell into his chest and pulled him close. He was so big. I could feel him stretching me out. “Yeah baby, slowly…” he said, picking up my hips and then, pulling him down. I held his face in my palms, my lips against his, whimpering as we increased speed. I kept bouncing on him and he kept meeting me, hard that my entire body shook and he had to hold me tight so, that I didn’t collapse.

Kissing my lips, tongues fighting for dominance now, he climbed on top ,both my legs on his shoulders as he drilled in faster, hitting that one stop that made me scream his name, out loud. “NIALL!…Niall, Niall, Niall…” I repeated it with every thrust.

“I love you so much!” He said, getting in between my legs and kissing me hard, his thrusts not stopping for a second but, slowing down as we were close. “Going to come, my love? Can feel you clench my dear, fuck, so good.” He whispered as, I let go, not being able to control it. He wasn’t far behind as he filled me up and gave me the most intense kiss of the day.

He pulled me under the sheets, still inside on me and cuddled me in his arms. “We should clean up,” I said, exhausted.

“Hmm…” He said, shutting his eyes and pulling me closer.

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Love Horoscope For December
  • Aries: Keep an eye out right now. Expect some betrayal in the future.
  • Taurus: Questions are coming your way and you should be prepared to answer.
  • Gemini: Stay along the lines of friendly and everything will fall into place.
  • Cancer: Someone is watching over you, just someone you didn't expect.
  • Leo: Your confidence can only carry you so far. Open your mind to options.
  • Virgo: A bump in the road is going to either make you or break you.
  • Libra: You are going to become tired of being someone's second choice.
  • Scorpio: You feel as if the one you love does not feel the same. Decide whether it can be fixed or let them go.
  • Sagittarius: You may tiff this month but know the person still loves you.
  • Capricorn: Things may seem saddening and you may feel alone, surround yourself with people who will listen.
  • Aquarius: You should rethink your possible choices and consider if they are actually worth your time.
  • Pisces: You are feeling quite passionate but slow down. You may scare off your love by being too forward.