If you haven’t read the first part, I suggest doing that before reading this one. Find it on here.
Happy reading, L xx
“Go on, gorgeous, cum for me, please.”
Harry cries out, squeezing his eyes shut. He’s so close. His muscles are burning under his skin and his breaths become heavier and hotter against you. His raspberry lips fall agape as his orgasm starts at the tip of his toes and travels through his entire body, but settles where his cum steadily starts to spurt from his matching sensitive raspberry tip. It’s weak little spurts at first, before it really hits him, making his thighs tremble and him nuzzle himself against your dripping wet core to try and cancel out his moans, but for nothing.
“Come here, baby.” you tell Harry, but he just looks up to you for a while, his lashes fluttering and brows together. You motion him towards you and he powerlessly slumps over your body and wraps his arms around your torso. His skin feels hot and sticky from sweat as he presses himself on you, still whimpering as he hides his face in your neck.
“You did so well for me..” you coo at him, lightly scratching down his back, doing little circles on his skin. You kiss his shoulder ever so lovingly and he lifts his head up to look at you, eyes half-lidded and his hair over his face in a tangled up mess.
“Did.. did yeh-” Harry starts off, swallowing loudly, “Did yeh cum?” he asks uncertainly, his mind all dizzy and unable to put anything together. You shake your head at him with a smile and tuck a curl behind his ear. “No, but I-”
Harry cuts you off breathlessly, “Need to.. need to make yeh cum.”
“No, Harry you really don’t have to.”
“Shh, let me.”
First sinking down your body, kissing every piece of your soft skin he can, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking eagerly, Harry settles his head right between your thighs, puts your legs resting on his shoulders and licks a bold stripe down your core, tracing his tongue on your slick folds. Your hand rests at the back of his neck, keeping him still and close to you. He flats out his tongue on your clit and starts to add pressure as his eyes are locked with yours, his ones getting back at the pretty emerald green they always are, but yours just keep getting darker.
All of a sudden, he starts to flick his tongue quickly, making your body jolt and your breath hitch. Back arching, you push yourself more against his mouth and grind your hips along him, “Fuck, just like that.” and bite your lip between your teeth. The burning tension that you lost a few minutes ago is now back, lingering in your lower tummy, wanting to be released. Harry hums against you as he softly suckles on your clit, loving the sweet taste.
“Let’s ge’ this fuckin’ off.” he curses under his breath as he takes your leg off of his shoulder, letting it fall down on his side. Sliding in a finger, knuckle deep so you can feel the coldness of his rings he left on for the night, too lazy to take them off. You let out a choked up whimper and Harry can feel you clenching around him. He slides his finger out, leaving you begging for the warmth of him, adds another finger, and curls them up, as his lips get to your clit again, but now, you’re more sensitive than ever.
“C’mon, now yeh cum fo’ m’, angel.” Harry mumbles and you can feel yourself sinking into the mattress, your breaths getting more frequent and shallow. Your shaky hands creep into his hair, and then it hits you. You go completely silent for a moment, hastily trying to get some air in your lungs. The hitting pleasure fills you up, getting into every little crevice of your body. Harry puts his thumb on your clit and starts to do quick circles, as you’re still so sensitive and over the moon from your orgasm. Your whole body jolts and your legs start shaking around his head, almost squeezing him.
How would BTS react if thier s/o (also an Idol) wrote a song a bout them (everyone knows that it is about them) and their s/o would perform this song at an award show?
[Gifs do not belong to me, all credit goes to the rightful owners]
Joonie would be really touched by the fact that you chose a song you’ve written meant for you and him to a whole crowd of people, and at an award show! like he’d seriously be a proud and happy boyfriend. As you sang you’re heart out to the song about you and him he becomes all shy but would have the biggest grin on his face while he watched you perform. Once the song was over there is a small break so he rushes backstage to see you. “Baby you did amazing!” he embraces you in a great bear hug. “You really liked my performance?” you look up at him smiling. “All of it,” “that’s good this song is already special but I wanted to make it memorable for you.” You nuzzle your head onto his chest hugging him a bit tighter. He can’t help but smile and kisses the top of your head. “I love you y/n.”
When he sees you on stage and hears the familiar tune he would be a little caught off guard and laugh away his shyness. But as you began to sing the song jin would stare up at you with so much love and sing along with you. After you’re performance he heads over backstage to tell you how well you did and how it surprised him a bit. “Y/n I can’t believe you sang our song,” he hugs you. “Was it too much, I just wanted to sing it for you and I thou-” he cuts you off by capturing your lips with his in a quick kiss. “You did great and I loved every minute of it.” You blush and hid your face a little “You liked it that much?” “How could I not it’s our song y/n you made my heart jump and every thing!” You laugh at his reaction and kiss him again. “I’m happy you enjoyed it.”
Personally I don’t think yoongi would be able to hide that gummy smiles of his because he’d be so freaking flustered the moment the music began to play and realizing it was the song you wrote about your relationship. Like he tries to be chill about but he can’t because he’s kinda low-key fanboying over you. He would see the way you poured your heart into singing the song and how much passion you were showing in front of the crowd would make him all giddy inside and he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. When your stage was over he sneaks away to find you. “Interesting choice of song babe,” “Did I surprise you?” you grinned at your boyfriend and gave him a playful hit to the arm. “maybe a little, but you did great up there?” he puts his arms around you and pulls you closer to him. “A little?” you raised a brow. “Look I really liked that you decided to sing it ok, you can tease me later about it just let me hug you.”
Hobi gets emotional at certain times and this would probably be one of those times. The fact that you’re singing your guy’s song at this time in front of all these people, with him there would take him over the flipping moon. He would smile and sing along and then at some point just cry a little because his heart just hurts from all the love he’s feeling. When you finish he wastes no time to get to you and hugs you like it’s his last day on earth. “Hobi did you cry?” you held his face in your hands and tried not to laugh. “Psh no,” he sniffles a bit. “I had something in my eye,” “both your eyes?” Hoseok smiles widely and kisses the top of you’re head. “Don’t judge me I was bound to with you singing our song.”
First things first, he would have the biggest smile the second you came up on stage. He claps and cheers along the crowd and the other boys to just feeling so proud to see you up there. Although he’s already seen you perform multiple times. And the second he hears the beginning of the song he’d instantly become shy and hide his face a bit as the members teased him a bit. He’ll see you singing to him and just kinda wave at you not really knowing what to do with himself. “Y/n!” you turn to see him calling you over to him. “So our song huh?” he smiles shyly. “Yep I thought It was the perfect time to sing it,” ‘’Ah, good thing too now everyone knows how much you love me,” he smirks and slings his arm around you. “But they already knew mi-” “shh I know I’m just happy. let me have this moment.”
Tae would be a happy puppy singing along with you with just as much passion as you showed on stage. He’d be cheering for you and sometimes look at the crown behind him to point at you like yeah that’s my girl up there. Tae would have that boxy grin that you love so much plastered onto his face the whole entire time and even after when he went to go see you. “JAGI, Y/N,” he was basically speed walking to you. “Hi tae,” you kissed his cheek. “I saw you down there you were really excited,” you laughed. “Of course I was you sang my favorite song,” he did some cute little dance while singing a line or two from the song. “So it’s your favorite song?” “Well why wouldn’t be?”
You walk on stage, the crowd is cheering and with jungkook as well. The music starts and he freezes mid clap because he’s like wait a hot second. He’ll listen for a moment hearing you sing and trying to comprehend what your saying before he realizes and is like oh wait it’s our song. He’ll become shy because one, your up there singing to him, and two, his hyungs would tease him a bit but would think it’s really freaking cute. “Kookie did you like my performance?” you look up at him and smile waiting for his response. “Yeah I really liked it,” he chews his lip a little “I was a little surprised though I didn’t think you were going to sing it.” he laughs a little. “Thank you?” “For what?” he shrugs his shoulders a bit. “For singing it, I don’t know what else to say,” he chuckles nervously. “You’re happy, and you love me?” “Yes, very much.”
• After the fight in The Answer, relieved and overjoyed that they got away safely, Pearl jumps into Rose’s arms as soon as they touch base and starts hotly kissing her and Rose kisses back with equal passion because yes you’re alive we’re alive we’re safe love and because assertive terrifying renegade Pearl is just, so…. y'know?
• This becomes sort of a habit between them even when more Crystal Gems start joining. Like after every battle, Pearl jumps into Rose’s arms and Garnet and Bismuth just stand awkwardly at first, then Garnet start giggling because it’s just a thing, y'know? And Bismuth facepalms and says “I don’t know who is worse– these two or Ruby and Sapphire” and Garnet just giggles even more. Remember that line in the show?
Bismuth: “The Pearl I know NEVER jumps into MY arms.”
• Pearl loves hanging out in the Forge because weapons, so many weapons! And Bismuth lets her test all the swords and spears and stuff because Pearl is very precise, so she can tell the slightest flaws in the balance, weight, etc. There’s no one Bismuth trusts more for her babies’s first test swings.
• And like, The Original Crystal Gems are a real affectionate tight-knit bunch. Lots of hugs and kisses and cuddling all around. So sometimes when Bismuth or Pearl gets really happy about how a weapon turns out, they hug and give each other pecks and stuff (and sometimes Snowflake clears her throat because “Hey, I’m right here you guys, get a room”)
• When Rose comes around to visit, she greets Pearl with a kiss on the lips, tasting ash and metal, and of course she laughs and asks, “Were you and Bismuth kissing again?” and Pearl giggles and says, “Only a little?” and starts gushing about all the weapons she got to test and Rose listens happily. Sometimes Rose tests a few weapons herself.
• There are a lot of swords and weapons in Pearl’s room and Rose’s armory. They were all made by Bismuth, and each one has an attached memory about Bismuth.
• In The Answer, Pearl fights with two swords while Rose fights barehanded. They’re probably standard issue for quartz soldiers with non-offensive weapon summons. One is Rose’s, the other one probably stolen so that Rose could teach Pearl how to swordfight after they went on the run. But during actual battles, Pearl always uses both swords. Rose insists that Pearl use both so that she will be extra safe with more weapons at her disposal.
“Cas?” Dean rounds the corner into their kitchen, socked feet skidding on the tiled floor, to see his husband standing, teary-eyed, in the middle of the room with an enormous ball of fluff in his arms. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s Kevin,” Cas sniffles, holding his dog closer to his chest and letting a single silvery tear slide down his cheek to disappear into the thick mass of fur. “I think he’s sick. He’s really hot, he doesn’t want to go for a walk, he won’t take any treats…”
“Shh, it’s OK, baby. Let me have a look at him.”
Dean is at Cas’ side in an instant, scratching Kevin between his ears and listening to him let out a rather pitiful whine. He isn’t a fan of the fluffy mongrel, but when Cas had brought him home from the shelter with bright eyes and a huge, loving grin plastered across his face, Dean didn’t have the heart to say no. ‘Two weeks, Cas, we will foster him for two weeks and that’s it. No more.’ That was three years ago, and Kevin has had the most pampered life Dean can imagine any dog having. Cas pampers him, feeding him the most expensive organic food he can find, and Dean frequently grumbles that the damn dog eats better than they do. The house is littered with squashy dog beds in every room, and Dean is constantly trips over tennis balls or squeaking sausages. Every time he moans to Cas, his husband just makes remarkably Kevin-like puppy dog eyes, and Dean’s heart melts. The damn dog makes his husband happy, and Dean lives for seeing Cas happy. He’s kinda cute, Dean supposes, with floppy dark fur and wide chocolatey eyes. He can see why Cas adores him. Kinda.
“Let me call Sammy, see what he says. He might come over and look at him.”
“OK.” Cas sniffles pathetically and hugs Kevin closer, letting the mutt rub his wet nose against his cheek. Dean kisses his forehead and dials the number for his brother’s veterinary clinic.
An hour later, Kevin is wagging his tail and rolling on his back for a belly rub, and Sam is putting away his stethoscope and smiling at Cas.
“He’s just fine, just a little under the weather. Give him lots of love tonight,” Sam clears his throat at Dean’s eye roll. “And keep an eye on him.” Sam scratches Kevin’s flank and the dog yaps happily, nosing at Cas’ hand and trying to climb onto his lap.
“Thanks, Sam. You’re the best.”
“I thought I was the best,” Dean wraps his arms around his husband’s waist as the door shuts behind Sam, nosing at Cas’ nape and smirking at the little mewl he gets in return.
“You are. You knew just what to do to calm me down. Thanks, Dean.” Cas twists around for a kiss then disentangles himself, and Dean pouts. “But right now, I’m going to cuddle with Kevin. You heard Sam - he needs some extra love.”
“He’s not sleeping in our room tonight, that’s for sure!” Dean hollers after Cas, and the amused ‘all right then’ that he receives in return makes him slap his forehead with his palm and look forward to a night of listening to the damn dog snore to his heart’s content.
Warning: smut and insecure Michael
Rating: at least pg13
So this is like fluff and also smut so just enjoy
Written by: S
Your fingers tapped across your keyboard as you finished up yet another almost perfect essay. This weeks writing assignment for your creative writing class was ‘write about something you appreciate’. Michael, your boyfriend of six years, didn’t know it yet, but you’d chosen to write about him.
“Whatcha writing babe?” he asked from the opposite side of the couch. You’d lived together since you’d started college together two years ago and you couldn’t be happier.
“Just another essay. Wanna read it?” you offered, looking up into his sharp green eyes.
“Of course love, you know I love reading your papers.” Even though Michael wasn’t an English major like you, there was never a time when he didn’t want to read anything and everything you wrote.
As his eyes began to flick across the words, a small smile grew on his face. ‘No one has ever made me felt more loved’ and ‘he is the perfect person…my person’ reflected from the screen and he took them in. When he stopped, though, he looked up with a different reaction than normal. His smile dropped and he stared back at you with almost a look of concern.
“What’s wrong Mikey?” you asked, wondering what could’ve changed so fast.
“You just….you write about me like I’m this….amazing guy all….perfect and I’m….. Y/N I’m not…..” he trailed off, his words breaking your heart a little as you’d heard them before but every time he spoke of himself like this it hurt you to know that he thought like that.
“Michael, Michael look at me,” you said softly, crawling over to sit between his legs, convincing him too stare back into your eyes, his now full of tears. “Baby I write like this because it’s all true. There’s no one on earth more perfect or amazing than you in my eyes. You are what I’m most grateful for in life.”
The two of you stayed for a few moments, eyes locked, your hands holding his face, before he leaned in and pressed your foreheads together and let out a choked sob. You felt the tears trail down his face and into your fingers and began to wipe them away.
“I just don’t see how anyone can see me like that,” he whispered, giving you a few ideas. “Baby look at me,” you said again, causing him to open his eyes. “What do you see when you look at me?” you asked.
“I see the most amazing, beautiful girl in the world. The person who I know will always be mine, be there for me, be the best part of my life,” he said, earning a small smile from you.
“See? That’s exactly what I think when I see you Mikey,” you told him, trying to convince him. “But-” he began.
“No, no buts,” you cut him off. “If you can’t see what I see, then I want to make you feel my love,” you said, your tone dropping slightly but still staying soft. You leaned in to kiss him, a slow, soft kiss but still full of all the passion in the world. Your hands trailed down his chest and tucked underneath his tank, rubbing circles on his chest. You began to trail kisses down his neck and onto his collar bones, sucking and nipping softly at the skin. Tugging at the hem of his shirt, you gently pulled it off and over his head, yours following suit.
“Baby you don’t have to…..” Michael started. “Shh, Mikey, let me take care of you,” you cooed, running your hands along his sides while you pressed more kisses below his ear, causing him to hum softly. Your hands found his hip bones and your fingers began to trail lightly across them, back and forth, soothing the skin.
Eventually, you began to work on his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them off of him, along with his boxers, while you kissed his perfect lips, this time more hungrily but still soft and loving.
“Such a pretty cock baby,” you whispered, taking it into your hands and stroking it, earning a groan from the back of his throat. You circled your thumb around the tip and pumped his length. Trailing kisses down his chest, you got to the little trail of hair that started at his navel and began to pet over the soft hair with your thumb, kissing the milky white skin around it until you reached his his hard cock again and placed a kiss on the tip.
“So beautiful,” you hummed, mostly to yourself as you looked up at his face, scrunched up as you continued to stroke him, eliciting sweet moans from him.
You took him in your mouth and began to swirl your tongue around his member, causing him to release the most beautiful sound. As you continued to bob your head, he looked down at you, still letting soft grunts and whines fall from his lips. Pulling his out of your mouth, you crawl back to his body to kiss him, working off your lounge shorts as you do so.
“You ready baby?” you ask him as you line him up with your entrance. He nods in response, not being able to form words.
“I love you so much,” you say, kissing his forehead as you sink down on to him, pulling moans from the both of you. You begin to slowly rock onto him, lifting your hips and settling them back down again. As you do, your hand finds his and you lock them together, staring into his eyes for the millionth time tonight. The room is silent other than the sounds of your skin meeting and the occasional whine or moan from either of you, and nothing could be more perfect. You started down at the man you loved most in the world, and he stared back at you, both of you taking in the beauty of this moment.
“Baby I hate to screw up your vibes here but I, mmhh, I need a little more,” he said, causing you to pick up your pace and bounce a little harder, driving him insane. Both of you no longer caring about the noise and letting out groans and swears and mixed “I love you"s. You felt him twitch inside you, and you were close but you wanted him to get there first. As you picked up your pace, you began to nibble on his sweet spot just below his ear and clenched around him, sending him over the edge and setting off your high.
After you’d both come down, you laid on his chest, still peppering him with kisses.
“Do you see now how perfect you are to me?” I ask softly, peering up at him.
“I don’t know how I ever got so lucky to have a girl like you.” he replied softly.
Everyone else is flipping out and while my initial reaction was "No! MY BOY MUST BE PROTECTED!" now I am cackling at everyone else because you are far too fluff oriented to do anything too bad. I'm onto you Kat.
Shh, I’m pretending to be Holly. Let me have my fun. ;)
and I can’t help but feel like Kei’s mother’s insistance that he not associate with Kaito is because Kai has Anime Protagonist Hair.
Like, she’s seen this before. She KNOWS. And her son will be an upstanding citizen, not an Anime Protagonist Sidekick, getting dragged into other dimensions, yelling about teamwork from the sidelines. Her son is going to be a DOCTOR, not the guy who gets into a dangerous situation so that the Anime Protagonist can get Fired Up About Friendship.
Theo listens—watches, withers, waits—as the hastily reformed Wizenmagot sentences him to
twenty-three months of incarceration with no opportunity for parole; and all he
can suddenly think about is how the Malfoys are under house arrest, strolling
through pleasantly fragrant rose gardens and drinking hundred year-old bottles
of claret in their elegantly appointed drawing rooms and just—just biding their time, counting their gold
and feigning their remorse and clawing their way back from the dead like the
royal fucking parasites they’ve always been.
Theo, though—Theo is in chains.
He doesn’t speak as he’s led out of the courtroom. There’s
nothing to say, not really. His parents are dead. Zabini had fucked off to
France with his slinking, deadly snake of a mother. Theo had never had a lot of
friends—had never particularly seen the point of making any—but there is, he
imagines now, something uniquely terrible about being completely alone for this, the war-drum solemn moment his
life is inextricably altered.
The tattoo they ink onto the inside of his left wrist—prisoner
number 700, exactly—hurts less than he expects it to. He can almost feel the
power of the runes seeping into skin, mucking about with the chemistry of his
blood and his magic and his sense of self. Who he’s been, who he is, who he will be. It’s cruel, he decides. A
punishment fit for a crime he’s still not entirely sure he’d even properly