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
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.
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”
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 :)
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.
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
“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
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,
Tony holds up his hand, still
covered by the repulsor, and wiggles his fingers. “Yeah, but I had one of these
“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
Tony fakes a bright grin.
“Worried about me?”
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
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.
"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.
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.
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.
Note: Pretty much this is just really long and really sexual
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.
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.
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?”
the reader and harry are secretly dating but then by accident they’re caught kissing backstage. and then smut or something... idk
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
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
“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
This made him smile “I didn’t want people to find out like
“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
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
“At least now the world knows I’m the luckiest guy on the
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