"Don’t know where I’d be without my dad!" uhhh you wouldn’t be alive you fucking idiot.
OMFG one of the twats I work with just got sick at work and WHO DO YOU THINK IS GOING TO HAVE TO STAY TO COVER HER SHIFT?!?
I wanna go home and never work again.
Gonna go to bed now.
Love you all :)
It’s hard being a Niall girl.
did u buy the 1d perfume? will u get the next one?
I have two bottles of the first, but yeah, I’ll probably buy the second fucking perfume because I have a serious lack of self control.
Do you like everything your blogs brought you?
the occasional orgasm thanks to niall? Sure
Alright, here’s the deal guys. There are a lot of cool people on tumblr whom I love but chicken out and never talk to. So. Each day this week I’m being brave and showing up in one of your asks and introducing myself. Be prepared to be randomly introduced to me.
HELLO YES MY NAME IS CAT NICE TO MEET YOU
I ALREADY KNOW YOU THIS IS NOT *sprays perfume* YOUR MOMENT
i hate you both so much. omfg
ME? I MEAN REALLY. NO MA’AM. THIS IS BEYOND REPROACH. I AM JUST. NO. NO. NO. BAD BEE. GO TO THE CORNER.
Will Niall be fucking me into that corner? Pinning me into it and bracing his hands against either wall…..flexing his back…..
fucking god dammit
NO NO NO
THAT WASN’T PART OF THE PLAN
What did I do?? did I do something???
I WILL DESTROY YOU, BITCH
His tongue tastes of whiskey when he pushes in deep. So deep I claw at his shoulders and my lips fall open, brushing his as he licks his lips and breathes against me.
"Lift your hips," his voice is a breathy demand as he grips my ass and pulls me up, tighter to him, deeper.
"Oh my God," I groan and drop my head back. I arch so high I’m barely touching the table we’re on. "Fuck…move. You have to move," I beg, dragging my nails down his back. He’s pulsing. I can feel his heartbeat deep inside me, radiating from him in hot beats that thrum with the rhythm of my walls clenching around him.
"Tell me…," he orders, that smirk pressing his dimple into his cheek as he pants. He wants to move. Fuck knows he can’t keep his hips tame when he’s inside me. He burns in the pit of my stomach and I want to cry.
"Fuck me," I breathe but I know it’s not good enough. He likes me loud. He likes it when I scream.
"Hmm?" he coaxes me to repeat myself, rolling me softly against his pubic bone. My clit so sensitive the friction makes me wanna burst.
"God dammit you fu—-fuck me," I beg louder, holding his eyes with mine. The rim of color around his enlarged pupil nearly lavender.
He doesn’t pull back to thrust forward, he only pushes forward and the jolt hits so hard it vibrates my g-spot and makes a cry rip out of my throat before he’s fucking me so hard I can’t breathe. My thighs pinking with the force of him. His calloused fingertips digging into the soft skin of my ass.
And I want him to come….God, I need him to. I’m always impatient for it. The twisted pleasure across his face, the tension in his stomach, the way the heat courses into me as strong as his hips. Fuck, I want him to come but I never want this to end…..
I’M SO MAD RIGHT NOW. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.