ficlet: jump in the deep end
summary: Louis’s stomach lurches as he closes the last bit of distance, Harry’s nose settling between his arse cheeks and pushing them apart. Harry’s lips brush against the puckered skin around Louis’s hole in a kiss and Louis lets out a whine so high-pitched he barely recognizes it as coming from himself—what if I’m not clean enough, what if Harry hates it, what if Harry pushes me away—but then Harry’s long, wet tongue swoops in a circle around Louis’s rim and Louis feels like all the breath is knocked out of him. He grabs for Harry’s hand, still digging into his thigh, and squeezes over it, until Harry releases his vice grip on Louis’s thigh and laces his fingers through Louis’s.
or, Louis’s arse is a sensitive subject, so Harry approaches it gently. With his tongue.
(Source: socioeconomicallygay, via smuttingourwaydowntown)
i don’t want to ruin you.
you are a beautiful work of art.
i’m a shredded piece of trash.
been picked up, remade, used, kicked around, crumpled up, and threw down so many times you can call me a recyclable piece of trash.
and i don’t want to make you another recyclable.
A King fights. A King conquers. A King does more that sit around reading contracts. But the King is dead. Long live the queen.
i don’t want a boyfriend who has a car who’ll stay up texting me cause i can’t sleep.
if you’re my boyfriend & you have a fucking car and i text you in the middle of the dark time of day, with “i can’t sleep” & you are awake, I EXPECT YOU TO DRIVE TO MY HOUSE & PICK ME THE FUCK UP AND DRIVE OR JUST COME OVER AND LAY WITH ME TILL I GO TO SLEEP, then drop me off at home and carry me inside & if you can’t stay any longer then write me a cute fucking note & tuck me in.
it’s not that hard if you live in my neighbourhood, then you can just walk here like wtf