Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.
He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.
He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”
The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.
He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.
Genre: Romance, Fluff POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)
A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!
Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.
“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.
“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.
“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.
“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.
“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.
“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.
“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.
“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.
Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.
Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.
“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.
“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.
“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.
“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.
The next day
I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.
Moving to Riverdale was definitely a culture shock, to say the least. You, your sister, Veronica, and your mother just moved here from New York to escape the embezzlement case your father was caught up in.
The wedding date, or; how to avoid the singles’ table
“I want- I needyoutobemyfakeboyfriend!”; “I have to admit, this isn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had. Normally, when you don’t stand someone, they’re the last person you’d invite for this.” aka asking your coworker to a family’s wedding.
⚜ Chanyeol x reader ; office!au, friennemies, a tad bit of High school!au
⚜ 10,7k *sigh* did I just? yes, I just wrote my longest fic ever about this
⚜ Children, never sleep on your drafts for 6 months bc it’s hell :) I hope you enjoy reading~
The pile of work standing
on your desk earns a groan from you, your head pounding from the long evening
waiting for you.
Your eyes switch from
the article you’ve been trying to get done, to the clock that marks exactly
half an hour since the irritating disturbance had started. And from a scale of
one to ten of how murderous your thoughts are, you’re pretty sure you’re hovering
above an unhealthy fourteen.
You often wonder how
strangely things work out in life, astonished by how the universe likes to
carefully craft satirical situations to shake up the insignificant human
existence. However, you’re not exactly as amused -heck, you’re even sure the
deities love messing with you, trapping you in a tiny work space with your one
and only rival from high school.
Park Chanyeol, always
the charmer and still undoubtedly just as obnoxious as you remember him, just had
to end up in the cubicle right across from yours. And although you’ve had a much-appreciated
break from his gracing company during college, you’re still astounded at the
cruelty of fate to pair you up with him.
I’ll admit it, I’m a virgin. It’s not like I’m saving myself til marriage or anything special like that, but I wasn’t going to whore myself out like a prostitute either. I mean, no one’s ever tried anything with me. Mostly because I was the nerdy girl in the class.
The pencil behind the ear, thick glasses and sweater type of girl. I’m smart, and kind of a know-it-all. So as you can see, no one wants to have sex with the boring smart girl. I didn’t have that many friends as a result of this.
“Alright class, settle down. We have a new student.” Ms. Martins said, motioning to the tall blonde boy next to her. He had a black lip ring and ripped black skinny jeans. I could see a rose tattoo peaking out from under his black and white striped shirt. “Luke, would you like to introduce yourself.”
“Well, I’m Luke Hemmings. I moved here from Sydney. I like bands.. That’s about it.” He says, playing with his lip ring. I could already tell he was going to be popular, just by the way he stands. Not to mention Kristen Matters was already swooning over him. I could almost guarantee that he would be sitting at the popular kids table at lunch.
“Alright then, why don’t you go sit next to Y/N in the back.” Ms. Martins instructs before beginning to start class. Luke sits next to me, staring. He had this bad-boy, intimating aura about him that made me shrink in my seat. I quickly jotted down the notes as they left Ms. Martin’s mouth, Luke just stared at me.
“Y/N was it? Beautiful name, darling.” Luke says, leaning closer to me. I almost don’t hear him as I’m too focused jotting down notes. He outstretches his hand to me, I look at him with a puzzled expression. “Shake my hand, darling.”
“Why?” I ask, slowly reaching my hand to his, he takes my hand and kisses it.
“Your skin is so soft.” He mumbles as he pulls away.
“Mr. Hemmings, I’m sorry to interrupt the love-feast going on with Ms. Y/L/N but I’m sure we wouldn’t want the principle to talk to you on the first day.” Ms. Martins says, the entire class turns back to stare at us. I feel heat rise in my cheeks as I snatch my hand away from Luke and put my head down.
Ms. Martins went on teaching and I quickly jot down the notes, refusing to look at either Luke or any of my peers. Every so often, one of them would sneak a glance back at me and Luke. This didn’t seem to phase him but made me blush.
“Y’know, you’re cute when your flustered.” He whispers to me.
“Please, Luke. Just leave me alone.” I whisper back.
“Why? You scared you’re gonna start liking me and stop focusing on your studies.” He suggests. “Or is it that you’re a virgin and have no idea what the fuck you’ll do and are scared to embarrass yourself?”
“Leave me alone, Luke.” I snap a bit too loudly.
“Mr. Hemmings, one more time and I send you to the principal’s office.” Ms. Martins snaps.
“Sorry, teach. I’m a bit distracted by Y/N.” Luke says, causing eyes to dart my way.
“How so?” Ms. Martins asks, knowing my meek and quiet demeanor.
“Oh you know.” Luke shrugs. Ms. Martins rolls her eyes and continues to teach. This has been the longest class ever. Class continues as such, Luke getting in trouble and me avoid glances. Eventually, the lunch bell rings and I scurry off to the cafeteria. As I wait in the lunch line, Kristen Matters and her friends stand behind me.
“That Luke guy is so hot! You should totally date him, Kristen!” One of Kristen’s squeaky high pitched voiced friends say to her.
“I know right! They’d be so cute together! I bet he’d be a good fuck too! Right, Kristen?” Another friend says.
“Yeah, we could do it in my car after prom or something.” Kristen says. “But the fucks up with that Y/N chick? I didn’t even know she existed until he was like oogling her!”
“And like, how could she just reject him like that? For a nerd, she’s pretty fucking stupid.” The first friend says. I ignore them and take my food to the library, on my way out seeing Luke sitting at the popular table. School passes and buzzes with the gossip of the new kid. I board my bus and sit at the front, the bad kids sit at the back.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as Luke walks down the slim isle way.
“This is my bus. What are you doing here?” I question.
“This is my bus.” Luke says, taking a seat next to me. “Mind if I sit here?”
“Yes.” I say.
“Too bad. Guess you’ll just have to live with seeing me every day until you graduate.” Luke smiles. I groan and scoot closer to the window, Luke’s leg touches mine. I feel him put his hand on my exposed knee, I cross my legs. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
“Shut up, so what.” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“So that means you’ve never had an
orgasm.” Luke says.
“Shut up, Luke.” I say, irradiated by his forwardness.
“Oh, poor Y/N, she’s never had an orgasm.” He chuckles. “What are you like religious or something? No sex til marriage type of thing?”
“No, I’m just not one of the many harlots you spend your time with.” I state.
“You mean Kristen and her friends?” He says. I nod. “You know maybe you’d get laid if you weren’t such a stuck up bitch.”
“And maybe if you weren’t such a filthy minded pig we could have had a civilized conversation about the weather and such.” I huff, recrossing my arms. Luke rolls his eyes and looks the other way. The bus comes to a stop on Maple drive. Luke starts to get up and leave the bus, sadly this was also my stop. I ended up walking behind Luke as we both headed home.
“What? Are you hear to harass me some more? Or say you’re sorry and give me head?” Luke snaps at me, his black messenger bag slinging off his shoulder.
“None of the above, I’m heading to my house.” I said pointing to my house.
“Fuck, you live next door from me? So there’s literally no way to avoid you? Oh no.” Luke says. I groan and just speed walk to my house. Luke watches me enter before continuing on to his home. I finish up some homework and eat dinner. I then lay on my bed in my underwear and a big teeshirt reading a book. I hear a tap at my window.
Luke pears in from behind the window, perched on the roof. I walk over and open it.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I snap at him.
“Well hello to you too. Can I come in?” Luke asks still perched.
“How the hell did you get up here?” I ask.
“Hopped your fence and climbed up the side.” He states. “I’m enjoying this outfit selection.”
“Shut up. Why are you here?” I mark the page I was reading and return it to my shelf. “I swear if you say ‘to get head’ or anything along those lines I’ll push you out the window.”
“I wanted to say sorry for teasing you. I mean, it’s not your fault you’ve never had an orgasm. I mean probably.” He says.
“Sorry my sex life isn’t as interesting as yours, Luke. But not a lot of people want to sleep with a girl who dresses like a catholic school girl.”
“I do.” Luke says.
“I want to sleep with you.” Luke says.
“You know I’m a virgin?” I inquire, very confused that someone would find me remotely attractive.
“Only makes you hotter. You know how hot it is for a guy to like.. Mark his territory. Like when America landed on the moon. It’s kinda like that.” Luke rambles, I notice a bulge in his jeans. “So, Y/F/N, can I take your virginity?”
“I- sure. Yes. You can take my virginity.” I say, blushing as I say the words. Luke grins and locks my door.
“You’ve kissed a boy before, right?”
“Yeah..” I blush. Luke gently cups my face before pressing his lips to mine. I kiss back timidly, he brings his tongue to my bottom lip. I open my mouth and let him explore. I feel butterflies in my stomach as Luke pulls me into his lap. I straddle him, arms loosely hanging around his neck. Luke starts to kiss down my neck and I gently pull on his hair, making him groan. He leaves hickeys down my neck and too the collar of my shirt.
“C-can I take your shirt off?” I ask, shifting on his lap. He lets out a breathy groan.
“Please, darling.” He smirks. I meekly take it off and put it on the floor. I admire his toned physic. I gently place a kiss by his ear and down his neck, his body is tense and breathing hard. I start to suck on an area wear his neck and shoulders meet. “Princess, you’re gonna make me cum in my pants by how fucking innocent you are. Can I please get you started on so you actually can loose your virginity?”
I nod and Luke quickly flips us. Luke gently removes my shirt, biting his lip ring as he takes in the sight of my bare breasts. He places kisses to each nipple before taking one between his teeth gently. I throw my head back on the bed and arch my back.
“I see someone likes that.” He says cockily. He leaves my breast and starts down to my naval. He places a kiss on my belly button, making me giggle. He then leans down farther and pulls my blue panties down with his teeth. i gasp at the sudden temperature change on my clit. “Easy there, darling.”
Luke spread my legs, placing a kiss just above my clit before slowly kissing down. I groan at his teasing, he chuckles and licks a long stripe up my folds. I groan and tangle my fingers in his hair. Luke circles my clit with his tongue before licking a flat stripe from the bottom to the top. All I knew was pure pleasure as my legs shook with pleasure.
“Mmm, you like this don’t you?” Luke hummed on my cunt.
“Fuck you, Luke.” I groaned out. He pulled away from me, his face dripping with my juices.
“Well that’s no way to talk to the guy that’s gonna give you your first orgasm?” Luke asks, tilting his head. I sit up and grab his face, pressing my lips to his. He smirks into the kiss and grabs my breast, making me groan.
“Please, Luke.” I beg, breaking the kiss. Luke’s eyes roll in the back of his head at my words.
“Fuck, Y/N. It’s so hot when you beg me.” Luke groans, rubbing himself through his jeans. “Please, princess.”
“Luke please fuck me, I’m so fucking desperate. I need your big cock.” I groan, my eyes fluttering shut. Luke smirks and kisses me, I lay back on the bed.
“Who would have known the nerdiest girl in school was so desperate for the bad boy’s dick.” Luke chuckles, unzipping his pants. He aggressively tries to yank them down. His erection visible through his grey boxers. “Enjoying the view, sugar? You can touch it princess, no need to be scared of it.”
I gingerly reach my hand out and stroke him through his boxers, he bites his lip as he watches me. I slowly pull down his boxers and gawk. He’s bigger than I thought.
“Are you sure this’ll fit?” I ask timidly, looking up at him through hooded eyes.
“You virgins are so cute.” He says, seeming to strain against his urge to bang me into an oblivion. “Always asking strange questions. Of course it’ll fit, just be a little snug.”
I slowly reach my hand out to his erection. I place a kiss to the tip, making him hiss. I then slowly pump him in my hand, he bites his lip. I look up to him, batting my eyelashes.
“Y/N, I’m seriously going to cum if you don’t stop.” Luke says, I slowly stop. “There’s a condom in the back pocket of my jeans. Grab that for me?”
I reach into the back pocket, shaking from anticipation. I hand him the foil package. Luke leans over and kisses my forehead as he rolls the condom onto the length.
“You can tell me whenever you want to stop and we will.” Luke states, I nod and he kisses me again. I then lay down on the bed, legs spread. He then settles between my legs, kissing my neck as he slowly places his tip to my entrance. “Ready?”
“Ready.” I say. Luke slowly pushes himself into me. I his at the sting of my walls stretching around him.
“Holy fuck you’re tight.” He groans, wheezing. He then bites his lip and throws his head back. “Can I move?”
“It feels weird but yes.” I say, biting my lip. Luke slowly moves his hips, I scrunch my face. A lone tear trails down my cheek, Luke slowly reaches his hand down and quickly rubs my clit. Luke continues to slowly pump in and out of me, going deeper and deeper each time.
“HOLY FUCK!” I groan, thrusting my hips up.
“I think we just found your G-spot, princess.” Luke chuckles. “Let’s play with that.”
Luke thrusts into that spot again, hard. I squeal raking my nails down his back. Luke picks up speed and thrusts into my G-spot. I lean up to his neck and press kisses down it. I feel my walls clench around him as my orgasm grows near.
A wave of pleasure washes over me, I squeal and rake my nails down his back, leaving marks. I thrust my hips up to meet him. Luke groans and kisses me. He aggressively starts thrusting into me, I feel him release into the condom. I squeal in pleasure as it finally ends.
Luke pulls out and rolls over next to me. I whimper at the sudden emptiness and roll over to face him. Luke is panting and looking up at the ceiling.
“I can’t believe it, I just fucked the school nerd.” He chuckles. “You’re really good in bed, Y/N. We should do this more often.”
Alright, I have been studying this tweet for a good half hour and I am certain the certain emojis and the pattern, other than the color have a greater meaning. So first off, they aren’t in the order they are on apple, he didn’t just pick the first couple purple emojis, and he jumps around too he wasn’t just like “oh I like this and maybe this one”. There is more too it than that I believe, notice how the first emoji is the devil and the last is a peace sign, complete opposites, and directly in the middle of them is the crystal ball that keeps reappearing everywhere. You also have an alien monster on the side with the devil and on the side with the peace sign there is a heart so still a very similar layout, almost contrasting good and evil? And also on the side with the peace sign there is a girl that is meant to be signing “no” I find that interesting because he went out of his way for that one specifically not the arms crossed or whatever, that one. Then there are the umbrellas, two open ones on the same spacing on either side, and then the one closed one on the seemingly more evil side. I still can’t quite figure out the meaning, I have a couple little theories but I really don’t know. What I wonder is what’s so special about the three he picked for he’s username though??? Also the letters he uses, what do they mean, I’ve thought about it for a while and I don’t know if it would be the name of the album or a song or lyrics but the only thing I could come up with that those letters could stand for and make sense is “you’re not gonna make news crash” (or maybe “make a new crash”) I wash thinking crash because of the imagery with the waves they have been putting out. But idk those are my current theories on this, it could be nothing though and I’m just paranoid, but I would be curious to hear anyone else’s theories on this, especially with what the letters stand for.
Sorry, for making you guys wait for so long, but to make it up to you I think this is the longest imagine I have ever written. I hope you’ll enjoy. I also combined two reqests for this one. I hope that’s okay.
Request: Could you write an imagine about Ivar getting wounded in battle and the reader takes care of him? Thank you.
Request: Are you taking requests at all? If so could you do one where the reader takes control in bed and Ivar has to sit back and take it?
Warning: This contains smut and blood, the essentials of the Ivar fandom.
You pulled your sword back and the
soldier in front of you dropped to the ground. You turned, looking for your
next opponent but no one was there. It took you a moment to realize that there
was no one left. The battle was over. The last few survivors of the once large
hostile army were fleeing to save their lives. All around you the warriors
started to cheer in triumph, you would have joined in but for some reason you
didn’t feel joyful at all. You were still panting but the rush of the battle
slowly died down. And as the adrenalin left you, the strange feeling that
something was wrong only grew bigger. You tried to tell yourself that you were
only worried because Ivar wasn’t beside you like usually. He always stayed
close to you in battle and you were used to fight side by side with him, often
even riding in his chariot with him. But today you had somehow been separated.
In the immediate rush of battle you hadn’t thought much about it but now that
you were calming down you felt worry sneaking into your heart. You looked
around, hoping to spot Ivar somewhere.
You could see Hvitserk with a small
group of warriors not far from you. They were still cheering and slapping each
other’s shoulders. Ivar was nowhere to be seen, so you went over to his
“Y/N.” He greeted, a wide smile on
his face. “Good to see you in one piece.”
You nodded. ”You too. Have you seen
“Not since before the battle. Was he
not with you?”
“He was, but we got separated.”
Hvitserk must have noticed your
worried tone. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m sure he is okay. It takes more than a few
Saxons to kill him.”
You gave him a half-hearted smile.
“You’re probably right. See you later at the camp.”
With that you turned to look for
Ivar again. You climbed up a small hill so that you could overlook the other
side of the battlefield that was lying behind it. When you made it to the top
you gasped in shock. You could see Ivar’s chariot, the white horse was covered
in blood and had started to graze between the fallen warriors but Ivar was
nowhere to be seen. You felt your stomach twist with fear. As you hurried
towards the empty chariot you heard someone call your name. You turned to see
Ubbe running up to you. By the look on his face you could tell that something
“Where is Ivar?” You asked him, your
voice sounding strange and high pitched.
“He was wounded. We already brought
him back to the camp.”
Panic shot through you and you felt
your legs start to tremble. “I have to see him.” You said, your voice shaking.
Although you weren’t sure you could trust your legs to support you, you started
to stride towards camp. As you walked past Ubbe he caught you in his arms.
“Y/N, wait. Calm down. It is not
that bad. I’m sure he will be fine.”
“I have to see him.” You repeated
stubbornly and tried to wind yourself out of his arms.
Ubbe looked at you with pitying eyes
for a moment, but then let go of you. “Alright, I will come with you.”
You stormed into the tent where the
wounded were treated and searched the rows of bleeding warriors. When your eyes
fell upon Ivar you felt like your heart stopped for a moment. He was lying on
his back with his eyes closed. As you got closer you could see that a long cut
had gone through his armor. Blood was oozing out of it and running down his
side. Cold fear began to rise inside you, but with it came a stubborn
determination. You would not lose him.
“Why is no one tending to him?” Your
voice was fierce and demanding.
At the sound of your voice Ivar
opened his eyes. He looked tired and was a little pale but he smiled at you.
You ran to his side and dropped to your knees, clutching to him as if your life
depended on it.
He chuckled. “Are you trying to
squeeze all the blood out of me, woman?”
You softened your grip around him.
“I was so worried. When Ubbe said you had been wounded…”
“Shhh. There’s no need to worry.
Seeing all the blood that covered
his chest and ran down his side, you weren’t fully convinced by his words.
Ivar’s eyes had followed your gaze.
“I said there’s no need to worry. Most of that blood isn’t mine anyways.”
You ignored him and rose to your
feet to stop one of the women that were hurrying along the rows of the wounded.
Most of the women that did not fight in the shieldwall were assigned to take
care of those who were wounded in battle.
“Why is no one tending to him?” You
repeated your question from earlier.
“Because his wound isn’t that deep.
We have much more serious cases to deal with first, so even a prince will have
to wait.” With that she shoved you out of the way and scurried off.
You thought about calling her back
when heard Ivar chuckle.
“I told you it is nothing. Do you
believe me now?”
“No.” You said stubbornly and turned
to Ubbe who was still standing close to the entrance, trying his best not to be
in the way. “Can you help me bring him to our tent?”
“Why do want to bring him there?”
“I will take care of his wounds
myself. Now come help me.”
You could see a pleased smirk grow
on Ivar’s face, he seemed to like the thought of you tending to him instead of
some old woman.
It was quite a struggle to get Ivar
into your tent with him wounded and only Ubbe to help you, but you finally
managed to lay him down on your bed.
You gave Ubbe a thankful smile.
“Do you need any more help?”
“No, thank you.” You said and he
left the tent.
You turned back to Ivar and
carefully opened the strings that held his armor together. Then you helped him
to sit up to get it off him. As the hard leather scraped over his wound, his
face twisted with pain but he didn’t make a sound. You took out your knife and
simply cut open his tunic in order to spare him from having to move even more. You
loudly sucked in a breath at what you saw. The cut went from his left shoulder
almost to the middle of his chest. You examined it closely and were relieved to
find that the woman had been right, it wasn’t too deep. What worried you was
that it hadn’t stopped bleeding yet. It would clearly need stitches.
You rummaged through your things to
find what you needed. Ivar hadn’t said a word since you had brought him here.
He just kept watching you, seeming quite relaxed, a small smile on his face,
almost as if he was enjoying himself.
“Why are you smiling?” You asked him
as you stepped back to the bed.
“I just like to be the center of all
“You won’t like it as much anymore
once I stick that needle into you.”
He just shrugged and followed your
movements with his eyes as started to carefully clean the wound. You were quite
consumed with your work when you felt Ivar’s hand slide under your shirt. First
you tried to ignore it and kept working but that got more and more difficult as
his hand slowly slid up your belly and his fingertips ghosted across your
breasts. You ignored the warm feeling that spread through you and fiercely
grabbed his arm and pulled it out from under your shirt.
“Ivar, this is really not the right
time. Please let me patch you up first.”
He grinned at you, full of mischief
but placed his hand back on the bed, while you fumbled with the needle.
“Does it hurt much?” You asked him
as you had made the first few stitches.
He shrugged. “I’m used to pain.”
You nodded, unable to stop your eyes
from wandering to his legs. If Ivar had noticed, he ignored it. You forced
yourself to concentrate on your work.
As you were almost finished you
could feel his hand on your hip again, fingers caressing your stomach. He
hooked two fingers into the waistband of your pants and let them slide along it
until he found the lacing.
“Ivar, this is really not the time,
you should rest.” You said as he started to fumble to unlace your pants.
He gave you a dark grin. “You asked
me to let you patch me up first. That I did. Now it is my turn.”
“You have lost a lot of blood. You
“I can’t. You look to irresistible
like this.” He whispered and slid his hand into your pants. First you didn’t
know what he meant but then realized that you were still as much covered in
blood as he was.
You opened your mouth to protest and
tell him that he really needed to rest, but that moment his fingers slid over
your folds and the words caught in your throat. Ivar noticed your reaction and
smirked, knowing that he had already won that battle. His hand cupped your sex
and one his fingers sneaked between your folds stroking up and down. You moaned
and couldn’t stop your body from moving against his hand. His skilled fingers
found your sweet little knob and he started to circle his thumb around it. You
moaned out his name at the exquisite feeling. As he felt your wetness spreading
under his fingers, Ivar let out a pleased little groan. Your whole body was
trembling as you pressed yourself against his hand. Much too soon for your
liking Ivar retrieved his had from your pants. Since he couldn’t use his left
arm terribly much he to break contact to slide his right arm around your waist
and pull you into the bed. As soon as he had you pressed to his chest, his lips
crashed onto yours. Without breaking the kiss his hand sneaked back into your
pants. He drew a few more circles around your clit before he pushed one finger
inside of you. Your head fell backwards as you let out a pleasured sigh. He
started to move in and out of you, his pace slowly increasing. You moaned out
loudly and rocked our hips to meet his movements, already feeling the heat building
up inside of you. But all of a sudden he stopped. With his head he gestured towards
“Take that off.”
You did as he had said and he sighed
as your breasts fell free from the fabric. He started to move his hand again
and at the same time his mouth found one of your breasts. He was taking turns
in sucking at your nipple and letting his tongue swirl around it. Soon he added
another finger and thrusted them inside you more forcefully than before. Your
moans got louder and louder and you could feel the heat spread from between
your legs through your whole body. He let go of your breast and looked at you,
a devilish grin on his face. Then he curled his fingers upward while keeping up
his pace. Stars exploded in front of your eyes. He was hitting exactly the
right spot. You knew you couldn’t take it much longer.
“Ivar.” You panted between your moans.
“I… I’m about to…”
“That’s right.” He cooed. “Come for
Hearing his words you let go and let
yourself become consumed by the pleasure he was giving you. He kept moving his
hand until you were coming down form your high. As the trembling of your body
subsided he pulled you on top of him. You rested your head on his chest,
careful not to bring any pressure on the fresh stitches. You lay like this for
a while and he stroked your hair. As you shifted your body to get more
comfortable, you felt his erection press against you. You looked up to him
almost in surprise.
“After you have lost so much blood?”
He shrugged and gave you a crooked
grin. “It’s what you do to me.”
You smirked back at him and moved to
open his pants and pull them off his legs. You gave the top of his cock a
teasing lick and then moved back up to kiss him again. Very slowly you worked
your way back down, trailing kisses along his jaw, his neck and down his chest.
Ivar followed each of your movements, looking at you in awe. When you were back
down you gave his cock a long lick from base to top and Ivar let out a long
sigh. You gave him one last playful smile before you took his member into your
mouth and softly started sucking while stroking its base with your hand. Ivar
let out low growling noises and tangled his hand into your hair.
You were surprised as he tugged your
head upwards after a while.
“Enough.” He said, his voice was
thick with lust but it still had a commanding tone. “I need to be inside you.”
You bit your lip and moved back up
to straddle him. You positioned yourself over his tip and moved your hips so
that your folds were brushing over him making just the tiniest bit of contact.
Ivar narrowed his eyes at you. “Stop
the teasing, woman. You know I’m not a patient man.”
He put his hands on your hips, as if
he was ready to pull you down on him at any second.
You shook your head at him and
pressed his arms back to the bed. “You still have to go easy. You lost a lot of
blood today, so relax and let me do the work.”
He gave you frustrated growl and you
chuckled. “I think have already suffered enough today.” You decided and
slowly began to let yourself sick down on him.
You closed your eyes and relished
the feeling of his thickness stretching you out. As your hips met his he filled
you completely and you took a moment to adjust before you slowly started to
move. You rocked your hips against his and moaned at the feeling of him sliding
in and out of you. Ivar’s hands moved up your sides to play with your breasts,
while he watched you bounce up and down on top of him. As you started pick up
more pace he seemed unable to control himself any longer. His hands closed
around your waist and he pushed you to the side in order to get on top of you.
You clicked your tongue disapprovingly and shook our head, while you fought to
push him back down on his back.
“I said I will do the work,
otherwise I will leave and let you rest like you should.”
You knew it was an empty threat, for
you wanted this as much as he did, but it seemed to work. He gave you an annoyed
growl, but relaxed and looked up to you expectantly. You smiled and nodded,
almost in disbelief that he had obeyed you. You placed your hands on his broad
chest and started to rock your hips again. Ivar’s hands moved to your hips
again but he left you in control. You kept moving your hips against his and
leaned down to kiss him. But before your lips touched his he slightly turned
his head and licked over your cheek. Then he kissed you deeply and you could
taste the blood he had licked off your skin.
“You taste like the goddess of war.”
He breathed against your lips.
As you sat back up to pick up a
little more pace, Ivar dipped his fingers into the small drops of blood that
were still dripping out between the stitches you had made on his chest and drew
a line from your throat over one breast down to your navel. Then he repeated
his actions on the other side. When he was done he looked at you, seemingly
pleased with his work before his hands went to your hips again, steadying your
movements. You moved faster and faster while moaning out his name. The heated
knot in your stomach was growing fast. Ivar’s grip on your hips became tighter
and he roughly thrusted upwards to meet your movements. You could feel yourself
tighten around him as you fell over the edge. You whole body spasmed for the second
time that night, while Ivar’s strong arms held you in place as he kept pounding
into you. You were still riding out your orgasm as he gave one last forceful
thrust and then pulled you down on him, burying himself deep inside you while
he spilled his seed.
Totally out of breath you collapsed
on top him. You lay like this for a while, both of you panting heavily.
I feel like resting.” Ivar rasped as he wrapped his arms around you.
request: “Would love a Draco x reader imagine where they’re best friends and they’re always really close and they smell each other in the amortentia? I know so original but your writing style is good so it’d be great for you to write a version of this imagine ?” — by anon
a/n: *badly impersonates professor trelawney* you have the markings of a true seer, my child! lol, but seriously, i was thinking about making an imagine like the one you requested, anon. and i am very pleased that someone asked for it bECAUSE THAT MEANS I’LL HAVE AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT WAHAHAHA. also, i might have blushed when you said my writing style is good 💓 hope you enjoy! x
Those were the words you uttered just as your best friend, and probably the longest companion you have ever had, sat down beside you like he usually did in Potions. You noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed and he wore the scowl he had whenever he saw Potter — which you assumed was the reason why his features were all annoyed, since Harry was in the very same class right now.
Draco took out his textbook, “What took me so long? You’re the one who didn’t wait for me when I clearly told you that we’d meet at the entrance of the Great Hall before going here.”
A blush crept on your cheeks, clearly remembering that he indeed told you that before the two of you parted ways this morning after breakfast. Draco was looking at you with a disapproving look and all you managed to do was sheepishly smile at him, which made him roll his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” you whispered just as Professor Slughorn began his discussion about a potion that was called Amortentia. “I completely forgotten it because Ron had a question and —”
“Wait a minute. Why on earth are you on first name basis with that Weasel?” Draco hastily cut you off, turning his body so that he faced you while you still tried to listen to Slughorn’s boring introduction.
You glanced at him. “Because unlike you, I’m not a git, Draco.” you couldn’t help but plaster a smirk on your lips, making him scoff.
But truth be told, only you could insult Draco face to face and get away with it. You have been friends with him since you stepped foot on the Hogwarts Express, the compartment that he was occupying that time the only available place you could find to stay in. It still surprises you whenever you remember it because you were always under the impression that he was just as egotistical and snobbish as his father.
Well, he kind of still was, but whenever it came to you he wasn’t as bad as everybody claimed him to be. Draco was actually a very trust worthy friend, he was definitely someone you knew who could stay and tolerate your flaws and imperfections, and he has always been there for you in times of distress.
Of course, Draco undoubtedly felt the same, or else the friendship you had with him wouldn’t have lasted this long.
“Yes, now, well huddle up and divide yourselves into pairs.” said Slughorn with a peculiar smile on his face. “I’ll be giving each group a sample of Amortentia and you’ll have to be completely honest to your chosen partner what are the things that you smelled, alright? Okay, so, quietly fall in line …”
You shared a look with Draco and he nodded, standing up to get the mentioned sample from the professor for your own group. He was back in seconds, placing a tiny bottle on your working table containing a liquid that had steam rising in characteristic spirals. You leaned down closely to get a sniff, your nose wrinkling before turning to Draco.
“Seriously, Draco. How much cologne did you spray on yourself? I can’t smell anything besides it.” you tried sniffing again.
He pursed his lips together. “What do you mean? If there’s anyone overdoing something, it’s you. Your watermelon scented perfume is going to be stuck in my nostrils forever.” he chuckled.
Both confused by your own accusations to each other — since quite frankly, you didn’t bother to put on your perfume today and Draco had forgotten to apply his cologne — you and Draco leaned down once again to the bottle of Amortentia, determined to get a different scent other than the previous strong fragrance.
Draco glanced at you while you were still sniffing, casually moving closer so that he could familiarize himself again with the smell of your shampoo. He was still taking in the smell of watermelon from the potion, with two new additions: old books and now, your shampoo.
“What is it?” you questioned when he abruptly almost fell on his stool because of what he was beginning to discover.
“Nothing.” coughed Draco, changing the topic. “Er, what did you smell?”
You remembered the scent of fallen rain, the smell of mint, and the strangest of all, his cologne. You thought you were only catching the smell of it because of how close the two of you were sitting right next to each other. Clearly, you were mistaken and found yourself blushing at the realization that you were attracted to your best friend.
“You go first.” you insisted but Draco shook his head.
“No, no, ladies first.”
You snorted, “Please, Draco, we both know you hardly recognize me as a lady.”
“Girls first then.” he corrected himself.
“No, really, you go first.”
“Y/N, don’t be stubborn and just tell me —”
“Yes, I would, right after you tell me yours —”
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Y/N — ”
“Mr Malfoy and Miss Y/L/N, do we have a problem?” Slughorn had appeared in front of your desk, a triumph smile on his face. “I can’t help but notice that your voices have increased in volume. May I know what’s the noise all about?”
“Nothing, professor.” both of you claimed.
Slughorn narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.
“We were just about to exchange answers, sir.” you added.
He grinned. “Is that so? Well, tell them to the whole class then! I’m sure everyone is just as curious as I am.”
Draco’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Actually, sir, I rather not —”
“Ridiculous, Malfoy! Now, come on, tell us what you smelled.”
You have never seen Draco act so uncomfortable and embarrassed before as he stared at Slughorn, his cheeks tinted pink while he held this look as if he was silently praying that the time was up and they were now going to be dismissed for their next class.
He coughed. “I smell … old books, uh, watermelon, and … kind of like a bubblegum scent.” he murmured the last part, knowing that you were the only one that had hair smelling like bubblegum around the castle grounds.
“And how about you, Miss Y/L/N?”
“Fallen rain, mint, I think. And, well,” you caught Draco waiting for your answer, “um, some type of cologne.”
“Ah! How astonishing. I wonder who would be the lucky person to be wearing such a cologne …” trailed the professor, finally leaving his attention to the two of you and back to his own desk in front.
You and Draco were both silent on your seats, knowing in fact that you had smelled each other in Amortentia — a love potions that gave off a scent that you are most attracted to. In both of your cases, only now did the both of you realize that maybe all this time you’ve been with each other, the affection you showed weren’t precisely platonic as thought it was.
“So,” Draco was the one who had the nerves to speak after understanding, “it was my cologne, huh?” there was a hint of cockiness in his tone and when you peered at him, he had this genuine grin that only you had the chance to see.
“Excuse me, Malfoy, but two beats one. You smelled both my perfume and my shampoo.” you said a matter-of-fact.
You gazed at each other for what seemed like hours before breaking apart, your lips curled up in a smirk while the professor now discussed another potion, Felix felicis.
Suddenly, Draco placed a hand on top of yours nonchalantly, intertwining it with his as a bigger smile appeared on his mouth. He seemed to be very pleased of himself and you rolled your eyes, ignoring the heavy pace of your heart, knowing that this was going to be the beginning of something new and wonderful.
Pairing - Sehun x Reader
Genre - Smut
Word count - 2418
’ll admit it, I’m a virgin. It’s not like I’m saving myself until marriage or anything special like that, but I wasn’t going to whore myself out either. I mean, no one’s ever tried anything with me. Mostly because I was the nerdy girl in the class.
Ellen Degeneres sends famous (your profession) Y/N to a local coffee shop with
an earpiece. Y/N must follow everything Ellen tells her to say. It is a funny
game until Y/N realizes her long-time crush Shawn Mendes happens to be in that
very coffee shop. Ellen got to have her fun.
Ellen is saying
doesn’t love Ellen?
“Alright, so in honor of her 18th birthday
and all the success she has had this year, we sent (your profession) Y/N Y/L/N
to a local coffee shop in Toronto where she is staying. I know, she actually
prefers Canada.” Ellen Degeneres winks to her laughing audience.
The audience’s attention refocuses on the screen in
front of them, showing Y/N in comfy sweatpants and a tank top.
Okay Y/N, if you hear me scream out loud: “It’s
freezing cold outside, but I want to show off my abs!”
and whispers: “What abs?”, before shouting:
FREEZING COLD OUTSIDE, BUT I WANNA SHOW OFF MY ABS!”
standing around her stare at her and laugh softly.
Okay Y/N, walk in the shop.
Y/N grabs the
door, and opens it, stepping into the nice coffee-smelling building.
Sniff around, and look like you’re heavily enjoying
the aroma of coffee around you.
head, Y/N walks further into the shop, sniffing around. She shuts her eyes and
The audience laughs, some of them muttering how she looked high while doing that.
What Y/N and
Ellen did not know however was songwriter Shawn Mendes was sitting in the
corner and had raised his head up from his phone upon Y/N’s arrival.
of his lips tugged up into a smile. Shawn had always harboured a little crush
on the renowned (your profession). They were following each other on social
media and occasionally would retweet each other’s posts and such. Each time Y/N
liked his posts, or tweeted something so goofy reflecting her personality,
Shawn always had a little warm fuzzy feeling in his chest. They had met at the
Teen Choice Awards, and he remembered clearly how amazing she looked in her
dress and how much he couldn’t stop thinking about how they took a picture
together on the red carpet. Since then, Shawn only saw glimpses of her at other
award shows but never had time to go speak to her.
her there today made his heart leap. He has never seen her in anything other
than dazzling gowns, but he found her just as effortlessly beautiful in a
laidback casual outfit.
Okay, so walk up to the cashier.
there’s a line.”
Cut the line! An audience member shouted. Ellen smiled.
Cut the line.
Y/N took a
deep breath in, and slid in in front of a man waiting in line.
me?” He said.
Say you’re a celebrity.
“Yes sir, I’m
sorry I cut you, but I am a celebrity.” Y/N responded, blushing slightly.
Ellen rolled around in her seat with laughter.
that’s not an excu- Wait Y/N Y/L/N?” He gasps.
“No way, my
daughters love you! Can I get a picture?”
great! Tell them I say hi!”
And the man
takes out his phone, snaps a picture of them together and leaves straight away
exclaiming to his phone; without his coffee.
Alrighty then, Y/N you got out of that.
from a distance, a little perplexed. Was Y/N actually that rude about being
famous? But yet again, her grin at the end was impossible to hate.
Y/N walked up
to the cashier, waiting for Ellen’s directions.
quiet, pursing her lip to hold back laughter.
her throat, looking from side to side as the cashier watches her expectantly.
her hair awkwardly, she bites her lip.
“Can I help
you miss?” The cashier asks once again.
“Hmm, oh yes.”
“So what can I
responds. She looks up to the hidden camera, raising her eyebrows slightly at
LA, Ellen is red from holding her breath and the audience is on the edge of
their seats, waiting for Ellen and Y/N’s next move.
so what would you like to order?”
the one.” Y/N continues, swaying slightly from side to side on the balls of her
feet to release some awkward tension.
“So uh miss,
would you like to maybe hear the specials?”
Say: No, I know exactly what I want.
“No sir thank
you I know exactly what I want.” Y/N answered.
“Okay perfect what would that be?”
Ask for a smoothie.
“Can I get a
smoothie?” Y/N exhales, relieved the silence didn’t go on.
course, we have strawberry, honey melon and mixed berry.”
Respond: Ooh I love melons. They look a little bit
like breasts. You know with the little circle in the middle.
rose in Y/N’s cheeks.
“Ooh I love
melons. They look a little bit like breasts. You know with the little circle in
the middle. Looks like a nipple…” Y/N blurted out.
rose his eyebrows, then laughed out loud.
“Oh you are
funny miss. So one small honey melon smoothie?”
Ellen then got an idea. Remembering her previous Ellen
in Your Ear episodes, she decided to get a little bolder. Y/N, say: “But of
course they don’t look like my breasts. Those melons are huge!”
course you know, melons don’t look like my breasts. Ha ha um no, those are
hu-uge.” Y/N gestured, positively red by now.
Shawn let out
an involuntary laugh, clapping his hands on his mouth. This went unnoticed by
Y/n who was too embarrassed and busy trying not to laugh, but not by Ellen.
“Wait, camera crew zoom in on the left hand corner. Aah
ladies and gentlemen, there is singer-songwriter Shawn Mendes.” Ellen chuckled
mischievously. Her audience oohs in surprise. “Y/N walk to the back of the shop and go sit beside Shawn
Mendes?” , Y/N thought. Not the handsome, kind, down-to-earth singer Shawn
right? The Shawn she has had a crush on for the longest time ever?
Y/N walked to
her left, spotting him and sitting down beside him, hating herself for
“Hi! It’s so
nice to see you here.” Shawn smiled back.
brings you here?” He asked.
I needed somewhere to pee.
“I um yes,
needed somewhere to pee.”
a bit confused, but carried on.
broken at your place?”
Nope, I just love gross public bathrooms.
“No I just
love gross public bathrooms ha. Love em!” Y/N squealed, wondering why she
agreed to do this segment again.
“Anyway I heard
your new single Bad Reputation and wow I can’t stop listening to it!”
“Wow thanks a
lot, is that what you’re listening to now?” Shawn said, pointing to her
her eyes for a second. Shoot busted, she thought.
Hand him the earpiece.
listen.” Y/N said, taking it out and giving it to Shawn.
it, feeling his flesh burn as he grazed her fingers and stuck it into his ear.
Shaaawn.” Ellen said into the earpiece.
who is this?”
grinned and gestured to him to keep listening.
from Finding Nemo.”
explains why you were doing and saying such weird things.” Shawn threw his head
back in laughter as he placed the earpiece down on the table.
guessing you heard what I said, eh?” Y/N cringed.
“Yes, it was
melon part huh?”
“It was one
of the best parts.” Shawn chuckled.
“Oh, and just
so you know, I don’t actually enjoy peeing in public bathrooms.” Y/N
remembered, earning her another laugh from Shawn.
there’s this beautiful restaurant downtown, and their bathroom is not um gross.”
“Is this your
way of asking me out to dinner?” Y/N giggled.
love to check out that restaurant. For their bathrooms, of course.”
“Yes yes of
there for a tiny while, just smiling back at each other, dumbstruck and not
believing their luck.
lovebirds, you forgot I can hear and see everything.” Ellen shouted into the
earpiece, causing the pair to jump.
excuse me Shawn I have to end the segment.” Y/N joked.
She stood up
and said at the top of her voice to the people in the shop:
“Hey guys! I’m
Y/N and if you saw what weird things I have said, it’s because… You’re all on
the Ellen Degeneres Show!” She waved her hands happily at the cameras as the
coffee shop cheered with glee.
“So, maybe we
can check that restaurant out right now?” Shawn stood up next to her.
“I’d love to.”
wasn’t the best Ellen in Your Ear since there was no dancing involved, but if
they do get together, I’m taking full credit.” Ellen stood up and said to her
audience. They laughed and cheered, as TV screens worldwide went to commercial.
Summary: Working as a bartender in a five star hotel while a rich and famous family is staying over for a month, and one of their sons, Bucky, happens to have an eye for you, is a dream right? Right? Wrong!
A/N: Thank you so much everyone for all your support!! You are seriously the best followers and people ever!!! I really hope you enjoy this series, and please let me know what you think!
I clean up the bar for the thousand time and look around me. The morning shift will soon be over and I will be free to go anywhere I want for two hours. I really can’t wait. Scott has closed the pool for anyone but our special family, so it’s been the longest and most boring morning of my life. In ten minutes I’ll be free. Most of my coworkers have already started to pack, so I put the cocktail mixer on its place and check all the alcoholic drinks to leave as soon as possible. Soon I’ll be free…
“Y/N…” I raise my head and see Scott on the door.
“Kind of yeah… For you.”
“They didn’t like my cocktail?”
“They did. It’s just… Bucky wants you to stay during lunch break and give him a massage.”
Are you kidding me?
Yeah… in case you haven’t realized yet, there’s no way I’m giving Mr I-think-I-can-have-it-all a massage. My contract didn’t mention me having to give massages to spoiled rich kids. I would have told that to Scott if he wasn’t looking so serious, but I have no problem telling Barnes to fuck off… of breaking a vodka bottle on his face, for that matter.
I busy myself sorting out alcoholic drinks and pretending I don’t see Scott’s disapproving face until, for the second time today, a very unwanted voice forces me out of my task.
“So, where is my massage?” Bucky says, a smug smile on his face I see reflected on the cocktail maker.
I don’t even bother to turn around, I’m not going to put up with him. “Oh! I think I saw it a while ago. It was heading to fuck-you island. Would you like to follow?”