bum wiggling

Playtime with Daddy 2 (Part 2)

Daddy sits on the bed and motions me towards his lap. I do as I’m told while continuing to keep my wet panties in my mouth. I crawl over daddy’s lap lower my head and lift my butt up. Daddy rubs my bottom slow and gentle in little circular motions, then without warning spanks me hard. I yelp through my panties but don’t move away, I know daddy will punish me if I do. He repeats the same motions, gently rubbing and then spanking me, with every smack, I can feel myself getting increasingly wet to the point of practically dripping on his bed. Daddy continues until my butt is nice and red.
He reaches over to my mouth with his palm spread. I do what daddy wants and drop my panties into his hand.
“How’s my little girl doing?”
I wiggle my bum with enthusiasm. “I’m good daddy hehe”
Daddy reaches down and feels me, I’m dripping on his fingers.
“I’d say so. That’s my good girl” I’m overjoyed. Being daddy’s good girl is all that matters to me.
“I think you deserve a reward don’t you?”
“Yes please daddy!!” I say enthusiastically.
“Come here baby, come ride daddy”
I crawl on top of daddy and feel his big cock with my hand, stroking it briefly. Daddy knows I love to ride because I can control the pace and daddy won’t tease me. I ease on top, feeling daddy’s tip slowly stretching me as I make my way down his shaft. I exhale a moan as daddy’s cock fills my pussy. It feels so good. I begin bouncing on daddy’s cock picking up pace as quickly as possibly. Feeling the pressure build inside me.
“Fuck daddy”
I continue bouncing
“It feels so good!”
I continue picking up pace
“Daddy!”
I’m riding daddy as hard and fast as my little body can take, daddy’s cock feels amazing inside me.
“Little girl” daddy moans sternly
I reluctantly slow down
“Yes daddy?” I say innocently
“What do you think your doing?”
“Nothing daddy”
“Trying to finish daddy early??”
“No daddy! I swear!” Uh oh I’m in trouble.
“Mhm hands and knees baby”
“But daddy!!” Daddy gives me a stern look as if to say not go test him. I reluctantly climb off daddy’s cock and do as I’m told. Daddy goes and grabs something then comes up behind me.
“Put this back on your clit baby.”
“Yes daddy” it’s my clit stimulator I put it back on. I hear daddy squirt something from a bottle. My heart sinks. Uh oh, daddy’s going to play with my button again.
“This is only going to hurt for a bit, but daddy loves you and he promised it will get better, understand?”
I hesitate.
“Baby girl?”
I sigh, I wanna please daddy. “Yes daddy I understand.”
Good girl. I feel daddy’s tip, up against my button, I try my best to relax and not clench. Daddy’s done this only a couple times and I learned very quickly I have to relax and just let it happen. Daddy slowly begins pushing forward. My button slowly begins to feel like its on fire.
“No moving” daddy warns
I try my best to remain still and calm. Daddy continues to fill my behind with his cock. I wince in pain but remain as still as possible. Daddy’s cock is halfway in.
“Fuck baby girl, that’s my good fucking girl, so tight for her daddy”
Daddy pushes his cock forward and is balls deep in my button. I let out a small scream but manage to stay mostly still.
“You’re okay baby” daddy tells me and he begins to thrust slowly. In and out. The pain is still there but it slowly begins to lessen just as daddy promised, I begin to focus on the feeling of the clit stimulator as daddy begins to pick up pace. I let out a moan, this makes daddy go even faster. Now daddy’s pounding my ass while my clit is stimulated by my toy. It begins to feel like heaven. I start to feel the pressure build inside me again. I begin to squirm a bit. Daddy grabs me and holds me still.
“Don’t even think about it until you have permission baby.” I can only cum if daddy says so. Daddy’s going faster and faster dominating my ass, his property. I’m straining myself trying not to cum.
“Fuck daddddy” I moan in desperation. “Please let me cum daddy”
“You know the rules baby” daddy always cums before me. “Almost there baby girl this may hurt a little” I feel daddy ram me harder then before, daddy’s right it does hurt. He does it hard and fast that it causes tears to form in my eyes a bit. Daddy keeps going and going and going and suddenly I feel my ass being filled with something besides his cock. Daddy blows his entire load in my ass as he continues to fuck me and it feels amazing I can’t help it anymore.
“Okay baby you can cum for daddy”
Instantly I finish letting out the loudest moan. My entire body feels stimulated.I’m breathless. Daddy pulls his cock out of me and with it his cum. I fall to the bed exhausted. I always get sleepy after I cum. Daddy caresses my hair and kisses my forward, as I snuggle up to him.
“Thank you daddy”

50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Styles Does (in bed): A Fluffy List

Missed the first list? → Find it here

1. Says, “Pretend we’re koalas and I’m your baby and I have to hold on to you,” and wraps his legs around your waist and his arms around your torso, not allowing you to move.

2. On the rare occasion that he’s the big spoon, he cups your breasts while he falls asleep, subconsciously squeezing them every so often as he drifts off.

3. Whines, “No, no, no, no,” into your hair when the alarm goes off.

4. Watches you get ready while he rests his head against the mattress, a soft smile on his face when you pat his cheek as you walk by.

5. Stretches all four of his lengthy limbs across the bed while you’re taking your makeup off in the bathroom. When you’re done, you shake your head and lay on top of him until he’s forced to move.

6. Whispers, “I love you so much,” in the middle of the night when the two of you switch positions.

7. Says, “Sorry, not comfy,” when he’s unable to find a comfortable position and has rolled over at least twenty times in the past five minutes.

8. Tells you stories about growing up when neither of you can sleep.

9. Rubs his hands up and down your sides while you cuddle face-to-face, stopping his fingers at the underside of your bum and wiggling his eyebrows to make you laugh.

10. Asks you to run your fingers through his hair to calm him down when he’s too restless to settle into sleep.

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BTS reaction: You dancing sexily with another man

Anon requested:  Can you pls do reaction to their gf being a backup dancer and she’s performing a sexy dance with another man? Hope this isn’t confusing and make it as nsfw as you possibly can 😂


Jin

“I love to see enjoying yourself, but wiggling your bum infront of him is going to get you fucked.”

Originally posted by bellakulyk


Yoongi

“You like to tease me, don’t you ? Continue and you’ll see where your teasing got you.”

Originally posted by mochigochu


Hoseok
“Baby, I love watching you dancing,  but do you know what I love even more ? You, being a shaking, moaning mess beneath me.”

Originally posted by morekpopmore


Namjoon

“Continue to dance that sexily and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to dance, nor walk or talk the next few days.”

Originally posted by bexsblogposts


Jimin

“Kitten, don’t test my patience. On my lap. Now.”

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys


Taehyung

“You’d look even sexier, if you were dancing infront of me. Naked.”

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys


Jungkook

“You like playing with that man ? How about we invite him to our playtime next time ? I bet he’d love to see what else you’re good at besides dancing sexily.”

Originally posted by mybias-and-i

anonymous asked:

I need a long soft fic of boys in love pls write it your writing is gorgeous (I'mjokingifyoudontwanttodothatitisfineandyouresuperbusyijustthinkyouregreat)

u ask and i deliver. here’s a kinda rough thing i wrote when i was procrastinating last week but wasn’t sure i wanted to post. it is not long but it is pretty soft and sappy (also you are v nice) 

london - 07.15.17

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Cheeky

Inspired by this beauty.

@malfoysscarhead Not sure if this is what you had in mind, but… it just kinda happened? 😂


“WHAT in Merlin’s name is THAT?”

Harry pokes his head out of the kitchen to see what caused Ron to shriek like that. Ah, of course. He should have known this would happen.

“That,” Harry begins amusedly, “is a picture of my fiance, thanks for noticing.”

“How could anybody NOT notice it? It’s a bloody poster! Hanging over your dining table.” Ron sounds almost outraged. Harry can’t help but snicker.

Ron keeps staring at it, open mouthed. Hermione pokes him in the ribs, giving him a sharp look.

“It’s a lovely picture, Harry,” she smiles, “I assume you took it?”

“As if I’d let anyone else see him like that,” Harry snorts.

“You’re letting US see him like that! Why, Harry? Why? I could have died happy without seeing his bum once,” Ron whines.

Harry leans against the doorframe, grinning.

He remembers the day he took that picture vividly…

It was the third day of their trip to Hawaii. Draco wasn’t as excited as Harry at first and complained about the heat. A lot. But as soon as he somewhat adapted to it, Harry often had to drag Draco out of the water and remind him to put on some sunscreen.

“Can we move here? I love it here,” Draco asked Harry excitedly between kisses, while he was carrying Draco out of the water.

“What about our jobs?” Harry laughed.

“Sod our jobs!”

Draco managed to sit beside Harry for five minutes, before he jumped up and ran towards the water again. Harry watched him as he stretched out his arms, as if welcoming the waves. His swim trunks were sitting low on his hips, revealing just the tiniest bit of that glorious arse.

Harry quickly grabbed his phone and took a picture, smiling to himself. His fiance was just too gorgeous for his own good.

Just as Harry decided to take a few more pictures, Draco turned around saw Harry with his phone. Grinning cheekily, he turned his head back to the water and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his swim trunks. Harry’s eyes widened as he watched Draco pull them down to his ankles. Sweet Merlin, he was wiggling his bum!

Draco looked over his shoulder and winked at Harry.

“You coming?” he called, before running into the water. Harry didn’t need to be told twice! Thank Merlin this was a secluded beach…

Remembering this still sends heat through Harry and he clears his throat. He turns his attention back to Ron, smirking.

“Just be thankful it isn’t a magical picture. I doubt you’d want to see what happened after I took that picture.”

“Harryyyy,” Ron whines, his cheeks reddening. “I really don’t need to know what you do with that… arse.”

Harry bursts out laughing.

“Come on, sit down. That arse will be home soon and dinner’s almost ready.”

“You have sent the fanbase into a frenzy! And why’re you wearing like three layers of clothing? It’s barely cold out.”

Harry looks at his surroundings when he receives the text whilst simultaneously unlocking his car door.

“What do ye’ mean? I’ve not done anything! But how do you know what I’m wearing? I’ve not even started the drive to yours.”

“I think you underestimate my fifth sense when it comes to you, babe! Haha no, woke up to tweets about your long-expected-finally-showing curls. But seriously Haz, aren’t you burning up under all that?”

“Oh, I knew I wasn’t walking alone! You’d think I’d be used to it by now. But not really. Feeling a bit under the weather actually.”

“Harry, meeting my parents can’t be that bad that you’re faking being sick. They’re gonna love you, trust me.”

“I’m not trying to get out of going to your parents, kitten. M'really not feeling well. Been taking medicine so hopefully I’ll be better before we make our trip out.”

“Uh huh, let’s hope you’re not lying to me! It’s probably just anxiety, you’ll get over it.”

“M'not! Promise. Heading over now though. I’ll see you in a bit, pet. Love you xx”

“‘Kay! Love you, too! xo”

***

“Should have really at least taken the hoodie off, babe. Your hair’s damp and I don’t think it’s from rain!”

Y/N opens the door as soon as she hears his car alarm beep, Harry making his way up the steps to her place. He’s wearing his beanie, hair curling out from under it, and she can see why his fans went crazy.

She opens the door further to allow him to step inside, receiving him with a peck to the lips before shutting the door and helping him with his bag.

“Yeah, feeling a bit hot now, actually.”

She watches as he toes off his shoes. And she really shouldn’t gawk at how broad he looks as he raises his arms up and reaches to grasp the hoodie from behind, ridding his body of the thick garment in one swift move as he pulls it over his head. And then again to remove yet another sweater, leaving him in a white tee.

She walks over to the sitting area and sets his bag on the sofa when Harry throws his shorts over her head, chuckling loudly before walking over and engulfing her in a hug, pecking her head in adoration.

“Harry!” She whines, grabbing the shorts and aimlessly throwing them on top of his bag.

But her whines are drowned with the sudden press of Harry’s lips on hers, pecking lightly at first. One peck. And then he pulls away to look down at her, her lips pulled up into a smile now. Another peck. And he pulls away again, this time earning a light giggle. On the third kiss, he keeps his lips on hers a bit longer, his hands now on the small of her back, pressing her flush against him.

And for a minute Y/N had forgotten Harry is wearing a pair of white tights, but she’s suddenly reminded when she feels his bulge pressing against her, not in a sexual way or anything, but it makes it all the more…innocent? Having Harry so close. Being able to reach out and wrap her arms around his neck, playfully tugging at his beanie until she finally takes it off and puts it on her own head.

And it’s then that he breaks the kiss, with a light whisper of “m'gonna get ye’ sick, too, poppet.”

But she disregards the comment, instead she looks him over. The crinkles by his eyes from how he smiles down at her, puffy for some reason, his lips plump and pink from having just kissed her, his hair just a tad disheveled from having just taken the beanie off.

“If you’re as sick as you say, on you go for a shower!” She pecks his lips one last time before bringing a hand down to his bum and giving him a playful pat.

“M'not fakin’ t'get out of meetin’ ye’ parents, kit'en.”

Harry knuckles at his eyes, his other hand running down her arm to take her hand in his, his rings cold on her skin. He brings it up to his lips and kisses the back of her hand lightly before taking a few steps backwards. And he smirks when he sees Y/N’s eyes linger down south. But she doesn’t even try to hide it, eyes dancing on the verge of lust at the view of Harry’s outlined cock. Tights much too tight that it leaves little to the imagination, and they surely outline it perfectly. It’s when Harry clears his throat that she finally comes back out of her own thoughts.

“Can take a shower with me if ye’ wan’, poppet. Wouldn’t mind it at all.” And he brings his fingers down to the top of his tights, thumb sneaking past the waist band to adjust himself.

“Harry, stop!” Y/N’s laugh echoes through the house and she glares at Harry, but he just winks at her, “but as much as I’d love to, I have to finish packing. Now go!”

With out another word, Harry begins his walk to her room, but not before wiggling his bum her way, earning a giggle.

And Y/N can’t believe that after all this time, Harry still has the power to make her feel weak. Heart thumping, chest tightening, butterflies in her tummy weak.

***

The drive to her parents has been nothing less than a nightmare. Y/N would have counted on a complying Harry, but all he seems to be doing is complaining. At first, the car is too hot and the air is barely “breathable.” Then, after turning on the A/C, in which moment Y/N has to put on a sweater because even though Harry is hot, she is rather chilly, he complains about a headache. And after that it becomes too cold, and not only does Y/N have to take her sweater off for the third time, but now she’s also having to take her top off. And she would’ve appreciated Harry’s comment about how much he loves when she’s not wearing a top any other day, but at that particular moment the compliment’s only made her all the more frustrated.

So now, the drive’s become more of a chore than she would’ve liked. She doesn’t wanna press on Harry’s illness, knowing he’s probably just feeling anxious. But she does think he should maybe tone it down a bit and stop being so melodramatic.

Harry’s really beating himself up though. Doesn’t want Y/N thinking he’s actually trying to avoid meeting her parents. He’s been eager to make the trip ever since he first pitched the idea, and c'mon, if he didn’t wanna meet them he wouldn’t have even brought it up. Y/N was always going on about how she thought it might be too soon. How she didn’t want her parents to over step their boundaries and judge him because he’s Harry Styles and he might not be living the lifestyle they’d want their daughter to surround herself with. But after much convincing, she’d caved, and Harry’s been ecstatic since then.

So yeah, he really doesn’t like upsetting his Y/N, and he’ll prove he’s not backing out from this even if he ends up in the hospital.

After hours of silence, they finally arrive, but Y/N still doesn’t utter a word. Instead, she opens the car door as soon as Harry’s pulled into the driveway and putthe car on park.

She opens the boot and helps out with the duffle bags, leaving Harry to carry the bigger suitcase. And he has to find the strength in him to pull it out of the boot, stumbling back a bit from the force, his eyes blurry and head woozy. But he takes a deep breath and continues to lock the car before catching up behind Y/N, who’s leading the way to her parents’ home.

From the moment he steps foot inside, he feels it. He feels the warmth that a home should have. Pictures decorate the walls, personalising its surroundings. Y/N’s parents meet him with tight hugs and comments of how happy they are to finally meet Harry. Y/N’s mom makes a comment on how handsome he is, and he swears she might have even blushed when Harry smiles at her. Her dad greets him with a ‘son’ and Harry likes the sound of that.

Y/N excuses them after a moment, telling her parents she’s gonna settle them in her old bedroom real quick before having to head down for an early dinner.

Harry trails behind her, luggage in hand. She sets their stuff down on the end of the bed they’ll be sleeping in, shuffling about to unpack the necessities. Harry just watches her body move around the room, clearly still remembering where everything should go. He stands by the door quietly, fiddling with his rings and biting the inside of his cheek because he really just wishes she’d stop being mad at him, wishes she can just look at him at least. And he can feel the worry lines begin to form on his forehead, his lips pulled into a line in thought of how he’s gonna make this up to her. Not that it’s any of his fault, but he just can’t stand to see her upset.

But he continues to stand there, fingers running through his damp hair, eyes drowsy. And it’s not until he yawns that Y/N finally pays him any attention since they left her place.

She walks over to him and brings a hand to cup his cheek. She stands on her toes and brings her lips to his forehead in a light kiss. “Take a nap, babe. I’ll come get you when the food’s done.”

Harry complies easily at that, toes his shoes off and sneaks under the covers.

***

Y/N isn’t sure why Harry’s still asleep. She dragged making dinner as long as she could so he can rest longer, but for some reason Harry’s still upstairs.

“Be right back mum, gonna go get Harry.”

She makes her way to the room, peeking the door open, the room just a bit brightened by what’s left of daylight seeping through the window curtains. It’s odd, when Harry’s asleep there’s usually a wheezing sound, a sound that soothes her ears when they’re laid in bed. But the room is oddly quiet. She sees his body stir a bit, and it’s when he painfully grunts that she walks to stand over him, peeling the covers back just a bit.

“Oh my god, babe,” her heart just about stops at the sight of him. Paler than usual, lips a bright pink against his complexion. “You’re soaked in sweat.”

She removes the cover all the way then, tugging at his arm for him to sit up.

“Harry, why didn’t you tell me?” The worry in her voice breaks Harry’s heart, he thinks he really should have taken more medicine.

“Tried t’.” His body is weakly slumped, head hanging because he doesn’t even have enough strength to hold it up.

She’s working to get his drenched shirt up and off, tossing it elsewhere before pulling the covers around his shoulders.

“Oh I’m so sorry, sweets. Crap I’m really really sorry. You did try to tell me.”

“S'fine, kit'en.” He’s rubbing at his eyes tirelessly as Y/N walks away and back, towel in hand. She runs the soft cloth over his face, down to his chest, and wherever else she can reach before bringing it up to his hair. Seeing how week he is, she then helps him put on another shirt.

“It’s not.” She takes her hand to his forehead, and she almost loses it at how hot he feels. And god does she feel awful. Knows she should have believed him, or at least made sure and checked him.

With out a single word, she runs out of the room, and explains to her parents how sick Harry is before running back and taking a seat next to Harry who’s now lying back down, covers tucked under his arm.

He feels her tap at his shoulder to get him to face her, and gulps down the spoonful of medicine she gives him before she tells him her parents have called their doctor over.

“M'sorry for ruinin’ our first day here, lit'el one.”

“Oh no no,” as if she hadn’t felt bad enough, now HE’S the one apologising for being sick, that’s just like Harry to do that.

She wraps an arm under and around Harry’s shoulder, shushing him as she pulls his body closer to hers, her fingers trailing under where his eyes have swollen before tangling in his hair in soothing strokes. She kisses where his eyebrow arches, and Harry can only bury his face in her neck then, pursing his lips to lay a gentle kiss on her neck.

“G'na take care o’ me now?” His glossy green eyes look up at her, the lines on his forehead prominent.

“Until you’re all better, babe.”

Harry hums at that, and even though he’s sick and feeling awful, having Y/N with him, fingers running through his hair, help more than he can ever ever express.

This Day in 1D History - July 27

2012: 

  • Harry, Ben, Niall, Liam, and Danielle mug for the photo booth at Marvin and Rochelle Humes’ wedding :))

2013: 

  • Lilo test out FIFA 14 at the FIFA Studios in Vancouver!
  • Liam strips it down (lmao) for a workout with Mark
  • “It’s like talking to a brick wall…” (via Harry’s Insta)
  • Take Me Home Tour concert – Vancouver, Canada, feat. Liam getting “felt up” by Zayn after stuffing towels up his shirt for a Baywatch impression

2014: 

  • oh bud. we’ve all been there.
  • Liam gives everyone a goddamn heart attack
  • Louis and Stan go see their favorite team play :)) 
  • Zayn speaks out!

2015: 

2016: 

  • Niall shows off his skills at the Northern Ireland Pro-Am feat. THE BUM WIGGLE
I Thought It Could Be Fun L.H

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

warning: smut ;)

word count: 2000+

summary: 69ing with Luke

requested?: yes, hope you like it! lmao, i’m a suckish smut writer bc i hardly ever post but here y’all go!

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I groaned and sluggishly walked to the front door after a few minutes of hearing persistent knocking. I wasn’t in the mood to see anyone today so I thought I could get away with ignoring whoever was there, but they obviously wanted to see me bad enough to knock on my front door repeatedly.

“yes?” I asked rudely, not even opening the front door fully to get a good look at whoever was there.

“is that the greeting you give to your amazing boyfriend who brought Chipotle?” Luke asked with a cheeky smirk, holding up a Chipotle takeaway bag. I groaned at the smell that was escaping the paper bag.

“you…” I trailed off, cupping his face and kissing him gently, “you, my amazing boyfriend are amazing” I grinned, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind him.

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26 Baby Girl Jobs
  • 1) Love Daddy unconditionally
  • 2) Treat Daddy like the kink he is
  • 3) Bring Daddy breakfast in bed wearing nothing but a smile
  • 4) Make Daddy coffee (or another drink of his choice)
  • 5) Be Daddy's arm candy
  • 6) Curl up in Daddy's lap when he needs comfort
  • 7) Always give Daddy a nice soothing backrub after a hard days work
  • 8) Demand to know who all women are in Daddy's phone book (every page should be your name and number) 😊
  • 9) To tease Daddy mercilessly till he can't stand it anymore and ravages you
  • 10) To be Daddy's twisted little brat
  • 11) To pretend to be sleeping as you wiggle your bum into Daddy to get him hard
  • 12) To give Daddy morning wake up calls with blow jobs
  • 13) To tell Daddy everything. All your hopes, dreams and even your fears
  • 14) To let Daddy protect you from the mean monsters under your bed
  • 15) Always pretend to not be able to open jars so Daddy can show off his muscles
  • 16) To trust Daddy with your life
  • 17) To give in to Daddy's whims (even sexy ones)
  • 18) To reassure Daddy that he is strong, handsome, and the only man in your life
  • 19) To bend over Daddy's knee when you've been naughty
  • 20) To be a lady in the streets and a naughty concubine in the bedroom
  • 21) To be Daddy's everything just like Daddy is to you
  • 22) To play dress up for Daddy
  • 23) To calm Daddy down with a soft, sultry voice and just a few words
  • 24) To warn Daddy when its time to leave you alone for a few days cause you're going to be a total bitch due to PMS (thats his free pass to watch porn)
  • 25) To give Daddy pouty face when he is being a mean Daddy
  • 26) To always be Daddy's Baby Girl
A Man and his Cat.

Claire watched Jamie from around the corner of their bedroom door, her knuckles pressed against her lips to prevent herself making any noise that might alert him to her presence. The sun was rising in the sky, dappling the room in pale white light that sent dust glittering through the air and cast delicate shadows across the bed from the flowers on the window sill.

Jamie was sprawled on his back across the bed, the crown of his head toward the door making small ‘Tsk! Tsk!” noises at Adso, who was completely ignoring his attempts to get his attention, focusing instead on stalking an unsuspecting moth, fluttering by the edge of Claire’s pillow.
Adso had gone into a crouch, wiggling his bum in readiness and Claire heard Jamie cluck his tongue in admonishment.

“If ye pounce on it, ye’ll get nothing but a puff of dust and a smear beneath ye paws and I’ll no take the blame if ye take the looking glass down wi’ ye should ye fall off the bed.”

Jamie cautioned the kitten, turning his head to watch. The moth, a pale brown creature with softly speckled wings and perhaps a greater sense of self-preservation than Claire had credited it with, drifted further toward the ceiling and Adso sat up, thwarted.

“I ken ye are disappointed but trust me, ‘tis for the best. Now if ye’ll come over here and settle…”

Claire watched as Jamie’s arm snaked out and his large hand caught the kitten under the belly, gently lifting him across the distance and placing him on Jamie’s chest.

“There now! Is that not a bonnie seat for ye?”

Jamie crooned but Adso seemed to disagree for he began to squirm out from Jamie’s gentle grip and parade up and down, first sniffing at Jamie’s chin and then sticking his face in the crook of his neck, eliciting a high-pitched squeak.

“Dinna be doin’ that with ye cold wee snout!”

Jamie laughed sitting up on his elbows and peering down at the little ball of grey fur with amusement. Adso looked up at him with luminous green eyes, his tail twitching in brief annoyance at the interruption. He yawned widely and mewed at the same time, a sweet high sound that made both Claire and Jamie smile.

“Ah now. See, I knew ye were tired. Come and lay your head a while,hmmm?”

Jamie coaxed, delicately running the tip of his index finger behind Adso’s ear, stroking gently until a wee rumbling purr began to emit from the kitten and his eyelids dipped in serene joy, narrowing to jade green slits.

“That’s it… good lad …”

Jamie whispered, easing himself back down and cupping both hands around Adso, cradling him to his chest as he had when he found him in the woods.

“Claire, ye’ll ken the her, aye? Beautiful, curly hair, loud voice and the laugh that startled ye when ye made a grab for the cream pitcher? Aye, well she will be most pleased if ye should become a lap cat. She likes a feisty male to tame when the mood takes her.”

Claire smothered her laughter and squeezed her eyes tight shut, willing herself to silence as Jamie continued

“And I think a laddie as handsome as you would make a boon companion whilst I’m no’ here. So, just ye settle down now, hmm?”

Adso slowly padded his spot on Jamie’s chest and curled into a tight grey ball, the sunlight making tufts appear almost silver as Jamie ran his fingers softly over the fur, soothing him toward sleep.

“If ye like this just wait until ye try it wi’ Claire, she’s got the gentlest touch I’ve ever known and the kindest heart too, though she’ll not stand for ye poaching her chooks, so make sure to stay away from them.”

Jamie’s voice was growing heavier and Claire swallowed lightly, placing her fingertips against her throat as she saw his shoulders relaxing, his body giving in to sleep, the urge to step into the room and trace the familiar curve of his cheek, kiss his lips, his eyelids, his brow … it was almost too much but she resisted it. Better to savour the moment as it was, a sweetly sun-kissed meeting between a man and his cat.


Big Load

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Inspired on Niall’s “big load” and on his man spread 

It was early in the morning, I was walking down the stairs only in his shirt and my panties. As I walked inside the living room I was met with the following scene: Niall in his sweatpants and a t-shirt, his legs spread open with a hand on his crotch whilst he watched some golf. I leaned on the wall sighing, his hair was ruffled and he was palming himself, not to mention he was wearing glasses an item that did things to me. I looked at his hand, wishing it was mine, wishing I was right there taking him down my throat. 

My mouth watered and I sighed again, this time loud enough for him to hear me and realize I was by the door. Niall knew I was aroused, having learned the signs already, my mouth gaping and me switching from one feet to another. He grabbed his shaft through his pants and I moaned lowly, my center already becoming wet. 

“Why don’t you come here and take a big load” he said 

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