#heellppp

In the beginning of popstar!readers relationship with Andy you two were insufferable to be around. Obsessed with one another, always had to be touching, like two teenagers fooling around for the first time. You two fucked like rabbits, taking it from each other, impatient and selfish, tearing pants down and skirts up just so he could be in just for a few minutes. You let him fuck you raw before ever being seriously committed, needing to feel every ridge and curve without the stubborn latex between you, feel the warmth of his leaking cock and the fullness of his cum when he keeps fucking it out of you. You fuck his cock raw, suckling on his balls and biting his thighs like some chick while he jolts and stutters when your lips wrap around the sensitive tip. Can barely wear jeans after a day spent with you cause his sensitive cock keeps painfully rubbing against the seam of his boxers. Still cups you over your tiny skirts in club after parties, fingers pressing shamelessly against the puffy outline of your fucked pussy over your tiny lace panties. Finger bangs you till you cum and it leaks all down his arm, still pistoning his fingers against that soft spongy spot, wrangled cries leaving your lips as you bat your hands against his chest trying to get him off, palm pressed flat against your aching clit, “Come on, just wan’ a little more. Soak my fucking shit.”

I need a baby. SO bad. I need a tiny little thing to nurture and love PLEASE GOD. I wish my friends would have babies just so I can steal them and care for them I'm feral.

i love being struck by the urge to write and then not stopping until past 2 am. i will surely not regret staying to write past 2 am

we talk a lot on here about there was only one bed but lord alive im a big fan of. there was more than one bed. characters having completely separate places to sleep— and they do, for a while. for a long time, even. until that one night where the tension breaks and they’re too hurt or too heated or too exhausted to sleep apart from each other, and just for the night, they allow the façade to fall away and hold each other as tight as they can. maybe they go back to their own beds tomorrow, maybe they don’t, maybe everything’s different now. but that’s not a problem until the sunrise, and they’ve got a couple hours to spare.

bro its so cold why tf arent the radiators running