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Inexorable (2)

Plot: How does is feel to be arranged to be married to a cocky, arrogant Mafia leader? Once you look at his face, you think you’re lucky, but then he opens his mouth.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, (eventual) smut, Mafia au!

Notes: Welp, since so many of you asked for it, here is a part two!! There are two other stories which need a continuation as well, so I might keep requests closed for a while.. Sorry about that. I hope you don’t mind. Feel free to ask me questions, though! Ya’ll are so nice to me! 2,053 Words

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (FINAL)

The ride to the vacation home wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Your husband actually gave you the space you needed. There were brief glares exchanged between the two of you, a whole lot of drinking, and forced slumber – it was a 3 hour ride, after all. 

When the both of you had finally reached, the luggage was taken out by the bodyguards who had come along, and brought to your huge master bedroom. It was twice the size of your father’s office – if not, bigger – the bed was king-sized, and adorned with silk sheets. The walk-in wardrobe was already stacked with clothes for both sexes, making you wonder why you had even brought luggage in the first place.

“Too small, honestly,” Jungkook commented, plopping down on the couch by the fireplace. “My room is bigger than this.”

There he was, ruining the moment again. It was a good thing you were too exhausted to fight with him; but that didn’t mask over the fact that you still wanted to knock him out.

“Brat..” 

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Asylum AU  “Missing”

Evan’s POV

It’s been a month since Delirious had escaped the Asylum. As much as I hate to admit it but I really do miss him. He was what I looked forward to when I woke up each morning. I thought he was getting better and was becoming more sane each time I visited him, but I guess I was wrong. The days seemed to drag on the longer he was gone.

Since he went missing I was assigned to help other patients but none of them really stood out to me like he did. Maybe I was the one who pushed him over the edge, to the point of escaping the asylum. Maybe it was because of me that he left.

I shook my head at that thought. I tried my hardest to help him and I guess my hardest wasn’t good enough. But what happened, happened and I can’t change that now.

The day was coming to an end and the stars were now visible for everyone to see. As I continued to make my way home I could feel someone staring at me. I started to feel paranoid was I continued to walk along the footpath. As I was looking at the ground I could see a shadow of a person looming towards me. I looked up to see who was walking towards me and was startled at what I saw.

 

“Delirious….” I started to say as I was in disbelief. 

"I thought I’d never see you again,” was all I managed to say.

"I thought I could find some place to stay but everyone kept staring at me and some of them even ran away from me. I don’t belong anywhere…”

“You’ll have a warm place to stay at. You’ll be safe there”

“Okay..”

anonymous asked:

why are tom from eddsworld's eyes black? or would you prefer it to be a secret? because I think EVERYONE is dying to know.

Ah screw it. I have no involvement Eddsworld anymore so whatever I say isn’t officially canon but I always had a personal explanation and I might as well share it. If “The Eddsworld Team” continue the show, they could easily refute this but… Here’s what I got!

Originally, Tom’s eyes were a black line because I “designed” the character by ripping off Gary Larson’s art style. Edd would animate that straight line into hollow circles whenever Tom was shocked and I eventually suggested that he just keep the eyes that way but fill them black. We never fully agreed on the reasoning however. Hell, in Edd’s mind I think they were just hollow eye sockets (there’s a few jokes about that in 25ft Under the Seat). But I always imagined that his eyes were black because he shared his body with a demon. Edgy, I know, but I was like 15 so you can shush. In my mind, the demon (specifically a “rage demon”) could take full or partial control of Tom whenever he got too angry or stressed (kinda like The Hulk (in fact, exactly like The Hulk (I WAS 15, OKAY?))) but it could also be summoned with the right spell. While never explicitly stated, a lot of you have pieced that together on your own so… Good job!

But yeah, I’m not a part of Eddsworld anymore and I can only speak for my intentions before/during Legacy. So, while this “reveal” can’t be classified as official lore or even canonical, I hope you got a kick out of it nonetheless :)

- Tom

What happened at the Wayhaught Panel

I watched the Periscope and I tried to quote as much as I could. They might not be exact quotes though cause I’ve got hearing issues and tend to hear things wrong but I tried to quote as best I could. Anyway. This is the important stuff that happened at the Wayhaught ClexaCon Panel.

“It can always get gayer” Emily Andras about Wynonna Earp

“On a scale of one to gay…pretty gay” Dominique Provost-Chalkley about Wynonna Earp

Kat cut her hair specifically so she wouldn’t have to wear a braid anymore. She wanted Nicole to “Be sexier” Like she asked permission first and Emily said yeah. She said she wanted Nicole to let loose a bit more so she changed her hair. She thought the braid was a bit tightly wound.

Emily got asked about how she balances a happily ever after and still makes the relationship real and have the occasional problem like a real real does and she said that “You have to believe that even when they’re fighting they’re fighting for each other”

There’s a new cast member. I couldn’t really hear her name but I THINK Emily said her name was Tamara Duarte. (Correct me if I’m wrong)

They’re gonna continue Nicole’s Tumblr! And Waves might be involved as well!

When asked if Wynonna would have some thoughts on Wayhaught Kat,Dom and Emily all went “Oh yeah oh yeah.” In unison.

Wynonna does like Nicole but she’s very protective of Waverly.

Kat teased that there might be some tension surrounding Wynonna and Nicole since they both have very different personalities. (Possibly having to do with Wayhaught) “She thinks no one is good enough for Waverly much as she loves Nicole.” (Wynonna is who they were talking about)

Dom said she absolutely loves how Wynonna’s reaction and the way she feels about Wayhaught was written!

Wynonna and Nicole have a scene that Kat loves that they’re shooting on Thursday and it’s one of her favorite scenes she’s read of them and she can’t wait to shoot it.

Wynonna is oblivious to a whole new batch of things in season 2

Wynonna Earp is gonna be on Netflix in everywhere that doesn’t have it yet in May.

In season 2 “Waverly has such an insane season”

“Every episode is like what’s Dominique’s special skill this episode”

“Everything was nice for Nicole but this next season the barrier of nice is broken and everything gets a little more emotional and a little more frustrating”

Nicole’s “Barrier of nice” is broken and everything gets more emotional and frustrating for her.

WE GET NICOLE’S BACKSTORY. And according to Emily “It’s crazy”

“Doc has some really fun relationships this year with people who are unexpected”

They did a five second improvised Wayhaught scene that I couldn’t really hear.

There are two more posters they’re gonna release at various times

Emily said that the fandom is proof people want to hear stories about queer characters and strong women and now is a better time than ever to tell them.

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WAIT THIS ISN’T UNDERTALE?! (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Ok so, this is all because of @thefloatingstone, who posted a post about The Elder Scrolls games and stuff, mostly about Morrowind, not that long ago and I was immediately hit with nostalgia and remembered that I had been redesigning my main playthrough, which is a female khajiit named Madraqa, house which is the Tel Uvirith stronghold which I got to plant through the House Telvanni quests, so I thought why not post some screenshots of it as it has taken me allot of time and I think it looks pretty damn cool :D the screenshots took awhile though as to be able to take screenshots in Morrowind you have to edit the games ini file, but I couldn’t get it to work until I found out I had edited a fake one after finding the real one pfft xD

When the tower was finally finished growing and I could finally move in it was all so damn empty inside of it, and since you can put things however the fuck you want in this game I came up with the great idea of why not design it myself then, because I have no life <: the study almost at the top of the towers, still so happy with how it looks like, like it took me such a long time to put the books in the way I wanted, and putting all the other stuff everywhere, do you know how much time you can spend looking for specific candles as you want the same type on your stairs? HOURS! the room is not yet done though, there is like only one room which is fully done kinda which will be posted in another post, as the study is not yet done as it need allot more books and other junk, but I am currently using most of the books to build shelves so, even though it was quiet some time since I actually built or did anything in this game, as I stumbled upon this great bug which summons a random sack of things which forces the stuff you throw out to get inside it, which you sadly can’t get around of that I know, but who knows  

Serious Cullen

“Apparently I spend too much time with a serious expression on my face, and it’s bad for my health.”

Part 1 of ‘The Many Expressions of Cullen Rutherford’

(A little collection I’m putting together of some of my favourite screenshots documenting his expressive nature. All are original 100% Cullen nothing added or taken away via mods).

[WinterIron] Disarmed

inspired by an unanswered @imaginetonyandbucky prompt: Imagine Bucky seeing the footage from the time Tony disarmed him during CW and it kinda turned him on. (Or alternatively, watching Tony handling weapons give Bucky the hots)

this is nothing like that. basically, Bucky is me in this fic


“Wait.” Bucky speaks suddenly, before he even realizes he means to. He blinks, but figures he might as well continue. “Go back a bit,” he requests, and FRIDAY rewinds the tape he’s watching. “Little more. There, play from there.”

On screen, security footage from the GSG9 headquarters shows Tony Stark confronting the Winter Soldier with only a palm repulsor that was hidden inside his watch.

“Play it again.”

“Buck?” Steve asks, looking at him in concern, but he only holds up his hand, watching the encounter play out intently. When he speaks, it’s to address the AI again.

“Can you slow it down a bunch?”

Obligingly, the footage rewinds and then inches by a few frames at a time.

“Oh my god,” Bucky whispers. “Oh my god, did I hit his sunglasses?”

“Bucky?” Steve asks again. “What’s wrong?”

He stands abruptly, throwing Steve no more than a cursory glance. “Sorry. I need to take a break. I’ll be back in a while.”

“Okay…” Steve sounds worried, but lets him go.

Bucky is not at all ashamed of taking advantage of Steve’s enormous soft spot when it comes to him. Honestly, he’d been okay with it in the days after he’d been unfrozen again, when he’d been overwhelmed by trying to erase his conditioning and untangle his memories with the help of Tony’s BARF technology and he’d barely been able to cope with taking care of himself. Then, it had been a relief to know that Steve would undoubtedly fight in Bucky’s corner to defend him from any and all politicians or press that wanted to accuse him. Now that he’s doing better, though, Steve’s self-appointed role as guardian of Bucky’s boundaries, even from Bucky himself, is starting to grate. He’d had to insist half a dozen times that it would be fine to get Steve to agree to let him review the material that is going in his own damn dossier.

Honestly, if Steve is going to fret over Bucky wanting to influence the arguments that will hopefully convince the world governments that the actions of the Winter Soldier really aren’t his fault, and then fret over Bucky wanting to take a break from reviewing footage that is, admittedly, frequently stomach-churning, he deserves to be taken advantage of.

Bucky stomps down from the viewing room into the workshop.

“Stark. Give me a pistol.”

Tony startles, snapping out of his work zone. “What? You’re not supposed to have them still.”

It’s one of the conditions that allowed them to bring Bucky stateside. Technically, he isn’t supposed to have any weapons at all, but Natasha had secretly slipped him a couple of knives because she understands.

He rolls his eyes. “Something gun-shaped, then. Doesn’t have to be functional.”

Tony considers, then rolls his chair across the floor to a storage bin and digs out an old handgrip prototype. The thing can be loaded with a clip and has both trigger and finger guard, but there’s no firing mechanism and only the most rudimentary of barrels. He hands it over.

Bucky double checks that the gun is disabled and unloaded, and then he levels it at Tony’s chest. “Right. Now take it away from me.”

Tony’s heart kicks up to triple-time as a shock of adrenaline hits his system. He’s been working on moving past his anger towards Barnes. He knows now that the man was a victim, that his parents’ deaths are on HYDRA’s hands. That’s why he fought so hard to get him the BARF, and why he offered to build a new arm. But right now, with a gun and a deadly glare pointed at him, it’s hard not to see the terrifying enemy Barnes was all those months ago. He barely notices the watch repulsor unfold in an automatic response to his distress.

“What?” Tony croaks.

“Take the gun away from me,” Bucky says patiently.

Tony stands, and reaches up to grasp the barrel.

No.”

He flinches as if the forceful tone of Barnes’ voice had been a gunshot.

“If this had been combat, I would have shot you already.” In the middle of a battle, with fear and adrenaline and chaos working against him, Bucky could understand Tony’s response; but if this is how he approaches disarming someone when he has all the time in the world to react? Bucky’s got no clue what Howard was doing, raising Tony to take over a weapons manufacturing empire without teaching him basic gun safety. “First rule of disarming someone: don’t get shot. Step to the side.”

Tony’s brow furrows as if he wants to argue. Internally, Bucky rolls his eyes. It would be just like Tony to protest because he’s worried about collateral damage to whoever might be standing behind him. Fortunately, he doesn’t say anything, and even better, he knows to step to the outside of Bucky’s extended arm.

Bucky nods. “Now turn and grab the back of the gun with your left hand. Jam your fingers in front of where the hammer would be. It might hurt, but not as much as getting shot.”

Tony follows directions. It’s good advice; blocking the hammer will prevent the gun from firing, even if the trigger’s been pulled. He still has no clue why the hell Barnes has taken it upon himself to apparently teach him this.

Now grab the front of the barrel. Twist it away from you and around towards my body.”

Tony finds himself abruptly holding on to the prototype. Barnes’ expression shifts into what might be a smile on anyone else, and he holds out his hand. Tony doesn’t give him back the gun, though, instead opting to stare suspiciously.

“No offense, Robocop, but why are we doing this?”

Bucky presses his lips together and looks away. “FRIDAY, is it possible to play the footage I was just watching down here?”

“Certainly, Sgt. Barnes.”

A video window pops up on one of the holoscreens, already looping the segment that Bucky had been rewatching. Tony blinks at it, frowns.

“So…what? You didn’t like my style?”

Bucky stares at him. He cannot believe this man sometimes, but usually that statement is accompanied by less exasperation and more being awestruck. “You put your hand in front of the barrel, Stark.”

Tony holds up his hand, still covered by the repulsor, and wiggles his fingers. “Yeah, but I had one of these on.”

“And what if you hadn’t? What happens if you get caught without it one day?”

“I won’t.” Tony knows he won’t because he always wears the watch now.

Things are tense in the Facility. He might be working towards forgiving Barnes, but outside of their regularly scheduled workshop meetings, he avoids the man. Partly because it’s awkward and he doesn’t really know how Barnes feels about him, but mostly because he’s pretty much glued to Steve’s side. And Steve…Steve, Tony still has nightmares about. Steve and his team he fought to bring to the table on the new Accords and he fought to bring them home, but he has not completely forgiven them. (They’re here because deep down, Tony still knows that something is coming—and they’re going to need all the help they can get.)

“You can’t know that! You get into the habit of grabbing guns like that, the one day you don’t have your protection, you’re gonna get shot, and if you’re lucky that bullet’s not gonna be pointed at your face. Hell, I already hit your sunglasses.”

Tony is not at all sure how to respond to that, so he says, “You didn’t, actually. Hit my glasses. It looks like that in the footage, but the bullet didn’t make it past the barrel.”

Bucky cannot even be relieved that he didn’t hit Tony. “That’s not the point. What if it had damaged your repulsor?”

“I was 98.9 percent certain that wouldn’t happen,” Tony hedges.

“And if it had? What happens when your repulsors fail?”

He resists the urge to say they never fail, because he might be a genius engineer but part of that is knowing that things always fail. “It…wouldn’t have exploded. Probably.”

Bucky grits his teeth. Honestly, it’s like Tony has never had someone care about his safety before. “Probably.”

Tony nods. He’s still a little confused by this whole thing. “Most likely.”

Bucky holds out his hand for the gun prototype. “Do it again.”

Tony hands the gun back and lets Barnes make him repeat the motions over and over, retracting the watch repulsor while he’s at it. Somehow, he doesn’t feel like he came out on top of that conversation. He feels off-balance, like he still needs to defend himself. Before he can really think about it, he finds himself saying, “Even if I did damage my repulsor—which, there’s only a one-point-one percent chance of that happening—there’s enough mass in there that a bullet wouldn’t exit my hand with enough force to kill me afterwards.”

Bucky shakes his head, bringing his left hand up to brace the butt of the gun. The motions are exactly the same, but Tony needs to learn not to let the different grip throw him off. “Not acceptable.”

Tony fakes a bright grin. “Worried about me?”

“Yes.”

That gives him more of a pause than Barnes adding in his other hand had, but fortunately at this point the motions of repeatedly disarming him have become almost automatic. “I know,” he says faux-sympathetically, “if I get my hand shot, there’s no one to fix up your arm anymore.”

Bucky is silent for a while after that as they work, wondering what the hell he’s going to do with this man in front of him. He makes Tony disarm him on the opposite side, switching his grip every couple of repetitions. He knows Tony avoids him, but Bucky doesn’t avoid him in return, not anymore. He sees the new lines in Tony’s face every time they have another session. He sees how he works his fingers to the bone on Bucky’s arm, on Rhodes’ leg braces, on Spider-man’s suit, on keeping them all safe and free. He sees that Tony is very much not okay but he keeps going anyway, and Bucky tells himself that it is possible. That he can do it too. He doesn’t understand how no one else seems to notice that what Tony does is extraordinary. He doesn’t understand how anyone can take him for granted.

Finally he says quietly, “You love building things.”

Tony drops his hands from where they were raised to take the gun again, staring.

Bucky lowers his arm. “I don’t want you to get shot because then you wouldn’t be able to do what you love.”

Tony has never, in his life, been told to make things for the joy of making them. Make yourself useful, yes. Make profit. Make things so the Avengers will stick around because he’s not a hero and he’s not a team player but he sure as hell can make fancy toys to take out the bad guys. Make things because people want them from you, and if you keep doing it for long enough, they start to expect them from you. Except the truth is, Tony does love it. He loves pushing the limits of possibility. He loves creation, he loves knowledge. He’s resigned himself to giving what he makes to those who will never truly appreciate them. And now there is this man who wants nothing from him except for Tony’s own safety and possibly his continued happiness.

Bucky sets the gun prototype down on a table. “Practice what I showed you. Until you can do it automatically no matter what. Natasha will help.” He turns to leave, then pauses. Sucking up his courage, he says, “I care about you.”

Tony stands there alone in the middle of his workshop long after Bucky has gone, utterly disarmed.

anonymous asked:

"These two brothers under the age of 10 were being rowdy in the airport and their dad calmly said "stealth mode" and they both shut up" - Dana Gold on twitter -- Bruce probs does this with his boys

Oh my word. I can see Bruce doing this with all the Robins and tricking them by claiming it’s for “training.”

Dick is fidgeting and getting antsy at a Gala, sulking in the middle of a group of women who have just pinched his cheeks five-too many times. Bruce Wayne wanders over to him, leans down with his champagne glass and whispers: “stealth mode…” 

Immediately, Dick Grayson’s back straightens up and he is moving through the fringes of conversations, laughing naturally and blending in like a mini-socialite. 

He meets up with Bruce twenty minutes later by the chocolate fountain.

“Gordon was reassuring Tricia Waters that the GCPD are tightening security after that last Arkham breakout, B,” Dick divulges, trying to act natural as he dips a stick of strawberries, brownies and marshmallows into the stream of chocolate. “He might have been flirting with her as well… but not the point.

He continues, getting taking a bite of chocolatey mess and getting it all over his face and tux, even as Alfred frowns in disapproval at the two of them from across the room. 

“Also, the Tennysons were going on for aaaaaaages about recent jewelry thefts amongst Gotham’s higher society members. They’re pretty spooked and think they might be next… mentioned something about a rare diamond necklace and set of emerald earrings or somethin’. And I can think of at least one cat-burglar we know who might be interested in those.”

And Bruce listens throughout the entirety of his spiel, smiling amusedly before ruffling Dick’s hair. 

“Nice sleuthing, Robin,” he says proudly, his voice low. “Let’s go for another round and see what else we can find out.”

“You got it, B,” Dick says excitedly before diving into the fray again, leaving a trail of chocolate behind him. 

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TFP Knockout

The dazzling shine of the car is what first catches your attention, but it’s your curiosity that draws you to it. You feel almost compelled to approach the silent, sleek sports car that rests along the side of the steet, illuminated by the nearby streetlights. You’re certain that you’ve never seen this car before, and that puzzles you to no end. You live on this street, after all, and to your knowledge none of your neighbors had gotten a new car. You didn’t recognize it from anywhere else in town either, and with how small a place Jasper is, you’re sure you’d remember a car as nice as this one if you had ever seen it around.

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i really hope that no one takes any of these posts as me “attacking” their ships or whatever!

let me also re-clarify, this has NOTHING to do with me shipping mcpriceley. not one bit.

i just really need to put it out there that 2 males can be friends without you guys having to turn it into a gay relationship. it’s also really important that we have this kind of representation of friendship so that it kills the whole “dudes bein nice and supportive of each other is gay” thing.

I understand wanting more representation of the LGBT+ community in media. But let’s also not wash away this CANON, safe, pure, NON-ABUSIVE, NOT SEXUALIZED (unless you wanna count baptize me as sexual, but we know it’s all a joke) relationship between a Ugandan woman and a fat, nerdy, white boy.

Can we just appreciate that? For once? The only canon couple in this musical ended up being between a black woman and the nerdy sidekick. They could have easily made it the skinny, smart lead (Kevin Price) but instead made it Arnold. Who was never confident in himself and who was always used to being in the shadows.

That’s just. Important. Stop. Leaving. Nabalungi. Out. Of. This.

Let Kevin support his friend. Let Arnaba live on.

That’s all.

The Roommate Swap - Lip Gallagher Imagine

Originally posted by lip-gallaghers-bae

Word Count: 3125

Warnings: Swearing, strong sexual content

Note: Pretty much this is just really long and really sexual


The sound of yet another muffled giggle pulled you away from the notes you were studying for what felt like the thousandth time. The bed behind you creaked louder than before this time. A long sigh escaped your lips. Yet again, your roommate had brought her boyfriend back to the room when you really needed to get some studying done. You had forced yourself to ignore it in the past, but you were being pushed over the edge this time. 

“Fuck, I really need to get some studying done,” you called out, putting your face in your hands. If you had it your way, you would’ve been at the library. Unfortunately, it was well after midnight and your desired location was closed for the night. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,” your roommate responded, followed by another fit of giggles. 

“Fuck, sorry. I didn’t even realize,” her boyfriend apologized, the bed squeaking as he sat up. “Not to sound rude or anything, but could you maybe go to the library for a bit or something?”

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Songs That People Should Really Listen To (with links)

So I did these on my last blog, so might as well continue the tradition!

anonymous asked:

the reader and harry are secretly dating but then by accident they’re caught kissing backstage. and then smut or something... idk

WARNING:SMUT 

Drabble #19

You and Harry had been seeing each other secretly for almost a year now, and you were yet to be caught out. Recently, with Harry’s tour, a few fans had spotted you at different shows and started to speculate that there might be something going on, but they had no concrete proof. From the beginning, Harry had wanted to keep things on the down low, because of the way his past relationships had been treated by fans and it didn’t really bother you that no one knew.

You were able to take a few weeks off work to go on tour with Harry, which meant keeping things quiet would be a little trickier, especially at his New York show, where there was supposed a lot of press and people from his record label. 

It was a couple of hours before the show started and you and Harry were sitting in his dressing room, with a cheese platter and some wine to help him relax before the show. 

“I like tonight’s suit H” you pointed at the red and black suit hanging up in the dresser “tight pants look good on you” 

“Hmm” he nodded, eyeing your jeans “they look good on you too” he leaned in a little closer and gently caressed your face “thanks for being here love, it means a lot” 

You leant your forehead against his “no place I’d rather be” 

He began kissing you softly and it slowly grew more intense when a member of the press walked in, snapped a picture and quickly walked out, not wanting to disturb you, before you and Harry could say anything.

“Fuck” he said leaning his head on yours “forgot that I was leaving the room open to the press” 

You giggled “we’ve been caught H, no use in stopping now” you kissed him again, but he quickly pulled away “What’s wrong H?” you asked

“They know now, Y/N” he turned around and rested his head against the back of the couch.

“They were going to eventually, and” you moved closer to him, “I don’t care if I get a few nasty comments on my Instagram, I get to be with you.”

This made him smile “I didn’t want people to find out like this”

“Me either” you said, picking up your wine glass and taking a sip “but there’s no way that picture won’t be published” you began pressing kisses down his neck “so we might as well finish what we started”

He giggled and allowed you to continue kissing his neck while he pulled you onto his lap “don’t mind if we do” he brought his hands up to your face and began kissing your lips tenderly for a moment before his hands drifted away from your face and up your shirt unhooking your bra, and gently cupping your breasts. Your hands reached for the bottom of his t-shirt, taking it off and revealing his torso full of tattoos, you brushed you fingers over the butterfly tattoo and placed a few kisses down his stomach. He pulled his hands away from your breasts and you stopped kissing his torso, looking down at him. “We better lock the door” he said, voice gravelly from anticipation, you stood and walked towards the door, clicking the lock, and turning back towards Harry, who was searching his bag for the box of condoms that he kept in there, you took your shirt off as you made your way back over to him and unbuttoned your jeans, and took them down your legs

“Pants off Styles” you laughed, reaching for his waistband and pulling down his sweatpants, he pulled you back down onto the couch and began removing your panties and placing his hand between your folds, pushing one long finger inside of you, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned his shoulder and began kissing his neck.

“Remember Love, no hickeys, gotta go on stage soon” he whispered into your ear, as he pushed another finger inside causing you to arch your back in pleasure “Good Girl” he muttered huskily. You could feel his length hardening against your thigh

“Harry, I need you” you moaned into his shoulder. With that he took his boxers down, revealing his aching cock, and reached behind you to find the condom he got out earlier, opening the packet and rolling it down himself. He positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed himself in

“You feel so good” he let out an airy moan and reached his finger down to circle your clit. It had been a while since you and Harry had had the energy to have sex, so with just a few pumps you were both ready come undone. You could feel the tension building in the pit of your stomach and you let out a high-pitched moan

“Harry….” You breathed

“Come baby”

You clasped your hands over his shoulders and let go of your orgasm as he held you through the waves of your pleasure. Within moments he was ready to do the same and with a few more thrusts he was overtaken by his orgasm.

After a moment, he rolled off you and laid next you, while you both came down from your highs. He leant over and placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek

“At least now the world knows I’m the luckiest guy on the planet”


So smut isn’t my strong point, but I hope you all enjoyed this! 

I have one last request in my inbox and then I’ll be taking a break for a week or two while get a start on my next series and enjoy some family time over Christmas 

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