catching up on the show and this made me laugh

Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 9 Final

Words: 1500+

Warnings: None dudes

A/N: hi you guys! thank you for this whirlwind of a rollercoaster series and i hope you like this last part! ahhh!

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You blinked, appearing back in your bedroom. The sun was shining through the windows, burning your eyes. You quickly touched your back, feeling in there was a wound there. You lifted up your tank, but there was nothing, not even a scratch. You looked back at your laptop, seeing that it was still on the search bar with pictures of Lin. You groaned, placing your face in your hands.

Was that all a dream? Falling in love with Alexander Hamilton? Hercules Mulligan being in love with you?

Before even walking outside, you grabbed your laptop, and tried to research. Unfortunately, your internet was acting as ridiculous, so you gave up. You grabbed a pair of clean clothes and pants, and took a quick shower, tending to your showering needs. You heard your phone ring, and glanced at it. Your best friend, Erin, face popped up on the screen. You quickly answered the phone, placing it next to your ear.

“Erin, why are you calling me?” You asked harshly, throwing your light jacket over your shirt. You zipped up the clothing, and grabbed your keys, walking out the door.

“Did you forget? We’re going to see Hamilton today! Aren’t you excited?” She said happily into the phone, innocence in her voice. You wondered if she remembered what happened, but you reminded yourself that she said she always did.

“Are you excited to see Lin? To make him fall in love with you? Or how we could figure out how to break this loop?” You said, looking both ways before crossing the street.

“What are you talking about, Y/N? Did you just wake up or something?” She sounded innocent enough, and you knew her well, not hearing any lying in her voice. Still, you had to make sure she wasn’t playing any games with you. “What about the love square between me, you, Mulligan and Hamilton?” You asked, listening to her answer. She laughed into the microphone.

“You’re so silly, Y/N. I’ll see you in a half hour, don’t be late. We’re catching the two o'clock show.” She hanged up on you, leaving you staring at the phone.

Was it all a dream?

You made it to her house, and she was excited, showing no signs of her other self. She was giddy, telling you facts about the cast and the musical itself. You were still iffy about her behavior, standing ever so slightly away from her as the two of you walked to the theater.

“And he’s single, Y/N! Can’t you believe it?”

“Mhm, interesting.” You mumbled, lost in your thoughts. She snapped her fingers in front of you, and you blinked. “What?”

“You haven’t been paying attention, have you?” She asked, frowning. “Come on, this is your first musical. Be happy about it!”

“What else do you know about Alex? Like, how did he die?” You asked her, ignoring her comments. Her eyes brightened up again, and she began talking.

“So, there was this theory going around. After he was shot in a duel with Burr, he kept on mumbling on about reincarnation and this woman that he met. It was confusing, and there’s little information about it-”

You stopped walking, looking at her. “Wait, what? Do they know the girl’s name? What else did he say about reincarnation? Did he talk about a curse?” Erin rolled her eyes.

“Y/N, you didn’t care about this yesterday. What’s going on? Did something change your mind?”

“When you fall in love with someone it’s hard to just stop thinking about them…” You mumbled, walking again towards Richard Rogers Theater. She raised her eyebrow at you, but continued to walked down the street, unaware of the feelings that were churning inside you now.

You say in your seats, surprised that she was able to get some in the orchestra area, a few rows from the stage. You asked Erin how, but she just shushed you, pointing towards the stage. The lights dimmed, and the audience quieted down, besides some small murmuring and giggles. A man introduced the actors and their characters’ names.

“Okieriete Onaodowan playing as Hercules Mulligan/ James Madison, Anthony Ramos playing as John Laurens/Philip Hamilton, Daveed Diggs playing as Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson, and Lin Manuel Miranda playing as Alexander Hamilton….”

You moved to the edge of your seat, your eyes never leaving the stage.

As they began singing, you immediately recognized your friends. Laurens sang beautifully, no southern tang to his words. Lafayette didn’t have his French accent, and talked more than sang. Mulligan walked down, his deep singing voice resonating with you. Your eyes didn’t leave his figure, not until the lights appeared on him.

Hamilton stood in the middle, saying his name. The audience cheered and clapped at his entrance, and you saw a small smile form on his lips.

“Alex…” You whispered, looking at him. He still looked the same, except he was older, and still as energetic as before. His outfit was different than the ones you saw in the 1700s, much more loose and less stains of blood on them. They were obviously remakes, and it was interesting to see your boys in this world, and not the other.

The four of them danced, rapped, and sang across the stage, and you were so shocked, unable to even take a bathroom break when intermission came. Erin encouraged you to go with her, but you ignored her, not wanting to miss one moment that they were on stage.

You felt jealously rise in you when he and Eliza met, felt anger when he cheated on her, and you felt sadness when he was killed. But the line that surprised you, made you believe that this life you dreamed was not as fake as you thought. Right when he was talking to Eliza during one of the last songs. Those few words stuck with you.

“My love, take your time. I’ll see you on the other side. Raise a glass to freedom.” And the sound of the shot rang through you, making you touch your chest in shock.

He said the same words that you told him. When you were shot, you told him the same words. The lights dimmed on the last song, and everyone clapped, watching as each of the actors walked out onto the stage. You stood up and clapped as well, the tears still staining your cheeks.

Erin loved the show, talking to you about the performance as you two were walking out. You were smiling and agreeing, thinking about seeing the boys right there in front of you. You wanted to wait outside the theater for the actors to come out. To see if they recognized you. To see if they remembered like you did.

To see if Alexander still loved you.

There was a huge crowd, and you two were all the way in the back, unable to see the theater doors. And once they opened, screams were heard, and you put your hands over your ears, trying to see the actors. It was almost impossible, you couldn’t even see the tops of their heads. There were too many screaming teenagers, making your ears ring.

“Y/N, this is a bad idea! We can’t even see them!” Erin yelled at you. You ignored her, standing on your toes.

You needed to know.

You had to know.

“I’m going home! Meet me there?” She yelled, and you replied yes, barely listening to her. She walked away from the crowd, leaving you there. You stood there for another twenty minutes or so, never being able to actually see the boys.

You sighed, pulling your hat out of your bag and placing it on your head. You checked your watch for the time, seeing that it was already past six o'clock. Instead of going to Erin’s home like you planned, you took a walk around the city.

It felt the same as it always did, everyone in a rush to get somewhere, anger fuming from many, and the occasional catcalls. You grabbed a bite from one of the vendors on the street, walking slowly. You decided to walk into one of the many department stores, looking at nothing in particular.

Before you knew it, it was already past eleven. Erin texted you again to make sure you were okay. You sighed, answering her quickly. You then heard your phone ring, seeing her face show on the screen.

You answered the call, stopping in the middle of your walk. “Erin, I told you. I’m fine.”

“I know, I know, but, you know how the city is at night. I’m just making sure you’re okay.” Listening to her speak so caring to you was heartwarming, different from the Erin in what you assumed now was a dream.

“I’m fine, hon. I just, I don’t know, I just need some alone time. I’m going through a crisis.” You joked, kicking a soda can to the side. She laughed.

“Alright, when you come, I’ll have your favorite ice cream wait for you.”

“Can I eat out of the carton?” You asked, hopeful.

“Of course! See you soon.” You both said your goodbyes, and you hanged up. As you looked at the ground, you felt a hot liquid poured in your back. You hissed, cussing.

Coffee stained your sweater, and you could have sworn you had a third degree burn. (you were exaggerating, the pain was slowly going away). You looked up at the culprit, frowning.

His hair was pulled back into a bun, some hair falling out of the tie. His dark, Brown eyes were still the same, besides the bags that now laid underneath. He had a beard, different from the clean-faced man your remembered. You widened your eyes, realizing who was standing in front of you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I just wasn’t paying attention and my friend oak was calling me and I just, it’s been a long day and I think I owe you another sweater. I swear I didn’t do this on purpose I-” His eyes met yours and he stopped talking. You both stood in silence, staring at each other.

“Y/N?” Your name came out of his mouth, barely louder than a whisper. It was the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Your heart thumped.

“Alexander?” You gasped.

He remembered you, he knew who you were.

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***I kept this smut relatively short and mild because I really felt like My smut wasn’t coming out well tonight 😕***

“You know, you should probably give your liver a break.”

You turned around and looked to see Piney coming up behind you to sit at the bar with you. You let out a small laugh and rolled your eyes.

“I don’t particularly think you should be lecturing me on my drinking mister-I-gargle-in-the-morning-with-Patrón.”

The old man laughed and took a beer from the counter top for himself.

“I’ll have beer for now. Then later I show you college kids how it’s done.”

The two of you spent the next 30 minutes discussing things you had missed in your last 2 semesters away at college. He told you how the club was doing and discussed as much of the problems as he could, just catching you up on how your family had been. The sound of a couple bikes made its way to your ears until they were parked out front. You smiled faintly, knowing Opie was finally here. You’d already been back in Charming for 2 days but you had yet to see Opie, or your own brother for that matter. You hadn’t seen Happy and Kozik either. They’d been up in Tacoma for 2 weeks apparently and we supposed to be back down tomorrow. It seemed they were a day early though and that either meant things had gone really well, or really bad.

You stood from your stool and slowly walked towards the door, opening in it up to see the Sons walking up. If the busted lips and black eyes were any judge, you’d say you knew which way the run had gone. They all looked exhausted, their shoulders tense and their gaits stiff. Their eyes lit up as they saw you though, a small pep in their step as they came up to the clubhouse entrance, Jax getting to you first. He took you into his arms, your eyes closing at the warm embrace of your big brother. He pulled away as he smoothed a hand over your hair and next behind him was Opie, a grin on his face. His hair was a little longer and so was his beard, but he still had the same face that you’d been crushing on for as long as you could remember. He stepped up towards you and did the same thing Jax had, hugging you tightly.

“Hey, Ope.”

“Hi sweetheart. I missed you.”


Opie winced as you pressed the cotton pad to the cut on his eyebrow. You winced with his and pressed softer.


He smiled up at you and shook his head slightly.

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for patching me up.”

“Of course.”

Neither of you said anything after that, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you. His tall stature had him sitting on the edge of his bed while you stood next to him, softly dabbing at the dried and crusted blood on his wound. Once that one was done and you had the bandage on it, you stepped in front of him and between his legs to work on his lip. He stayed complexity still for you, letting you do your job, but his eyes flickered around trying desperately not to stare at your breasts which were so tantalizingly right in his line of view. Finding it hard, he decided to just look up at you, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. You made eye contact with him, a blush rising on your cheeks as you struggled to look somewhere else. Opie however stayed eyeing you, a smirk on his face seeing how flustered you had become both under his gaze and touch. He allowed his ands to softly squeeze your hips every now and then, that pink hue on your cheeks never seeming to go away.

Finally you were done and you tossed the bloodied gauze and bandage wrappers into the plastic bag beside you. You figured that he would let you go then but his grip stayed the same, as did his eyes. Finally finding a bit of courage, you relaxed under his eyes and reached forward, placing your hands on his shoulders. His smile widened.

“Look who’s finally starting to come out of her shell. Only took you 10 years of liking me to finally touch me.”

And just like that, your blush was back. But your hands stayed, loving the feel of him under your fingers. Almost like he could read your mind, he spoke.

“Why don’t you lay down with me. Help me relax after this shitty run. I could use someone to talk to. ”

You nodded and pulled away so he could stand, the both of you taking off your shoes before climbing into the bed. You stayed on top of the covers and leaned up against the headboard as he began to talk. He run had been a rough one indeed, them even losing a prospect along the way. You could see him get upset about it as he spoke and without having to think, you reached out and grabbed his hand, holding the large law as best as you could. He smiled softly at the gesture and continued talking, you simply listening quietly and comforting him, letting him talk about whatever he wanted. You weren’t sure just how long you were there listening but you stayed until he was done, blowing out a long breathe before looking over at you and squeezing your hand.

“Thank you for always being there for me.”

You smiled warmly and squeezes his hand back.

“I’m always here for you. Always have been, always will be.”

He nodded and looked deep into your eyes,my is hand pulling itself from you’re before it went up to your fave, gripping your chin. He leaned forward slowly and when he didn’t see you pull away, he went in for the kill, his lips pressing against yours. You kissed him back immediately, having waited for this moment for years. His lips were hungry against yours but still gentle, giving you your space. His hands slowly made their way back to your body and they began to roam, slowly. He knew you were a virgin, you’d drunkenly admitted it to him one night of the rooftop. What he didn’t know though, was that you were only a virgin because you’d always wanted him to be the one to take it. You wanted to share that with him, and only him.

You could feel him hesitating, making sure that you were comfortable with everything happening and finally you pulled your mouth away from his, looking into his eyes.

“I’m all your Ope. Just take me.”

He eyed you for a second more, just making sure before he rolled over onto you, his body hovering above yours. He let some of his weight down softly, enough to let you feel him. Both of your hands started roaming, touching and exploring the new body that you’d both longed for. You were both all groping and heavy breaths, clothes being slipped off and tossed onto the floor. His lips worked their way down your neck and over your breasts as your fingertips grazed over his back and broad shoulders. The fact that this was finally happening took your breath away, but nearly as much as when your felt his hand between your legs, fingers slipping into you easily. You clutched him to you, wanting both his love and touch and you whimpered as you took in both.

It wasn’t long before he had his face between your thighs, his tongue bringing you feelings you’d only dreamed about in the dark privacy of your bed. His fingers and mouth worked you up until your back was arched against the sheets, your hands clutching as his arm and shoulder and hair and anything on him your could reach as you felt yourself floating. Then he was back in front of you, back on top of you, back in your line of sight and then you could feel him, right there at your entrance. You’d always thought that you would be scared at this moment, shaking in anticipation of possible pain or disappointment, but somehow you knew you wouldn’t be experiencing either of those with Opie. His lips were soft and warm against yours as he pressed inside of you, a gasp falling from you as you felt him stretching you, filling you until there was no more of him left.

“You ok?”

You simply nodded, not having the words or the breath to answer him. His hips started to move and you swore you saw stars. He looked beautiful, his hair hanging down in his face as his eyes bore into yours. Soon everything started to become familiar and your hips started to roll towards him on your own, your body searching for more.

And he would give it to you.

Namjoon Scenario: Stars Aligned.

Request: can I request a Namjoon scenario where it’s a nice warm night and you open all the windows in the house and the stars and the moon are so bright you and Namjoon start talking about the future? (Like kids and marriage) sorry if this is too detailed🙈   

Genre: Romance     

There were certain times in your life that made you feel lucky, days you’d think of how special some things in your life were, and tonight was one of those times. You took off your jacket because it was getting too warm to have it on, resting your hip against the counter so you couldn’t miss a beat of your boyfriend going round the kitchen. Namjoon was all sharp angles and confident manliness, the sight of him never failed to make your heart do a little back flip even if you always dismissed the ridiculousness of that thought.

He’d taken off his jacket as well after arriving, you had taken a six hour travel just so you could spend the weekend away from the hectic rhythm of the city in a vacationing house, it was small and cozy, with the few necessary things for a couple and you were already enjoying the wash of fresh air that all the green around you offered. You could have taken a plane to make the travel shorter, but Namjoon had wanted to get there in car because that way you could enjoy more the views, he was much more of a detail oriented person than anybody would think just by looking at him, the thing was that Namjoon was a lot of things, and you loved unraveling every layer he had to offer.

–Are you tired babe? – he turned to look at you for a moment, a little smile shining on his lips. His hair was tousled and unkempt, the black t-shirt he was wearing fitting on him just right and you bit your lower lip because he just pulled off black so well.

–Not yet – that seemed to please him, both of you were already feeling lazy that for sure, but it was more a sort of comfortable laziness. Namjoon handed you a glass of wine and pulled you close by the hips.

You’d had dinner already while getting to know the town and you had strolled around with him while his arm rested around your waist, it had been a nice start for that lazy weekend and it was late already, you knew it, but it wasn’t like you had things to do or worry for tomorrow and that was the point of this.

Namjoon took a sip from his wine to then lean down to kiss your lips, and it was fair to say that the mix of wine and his lips were enough to make you lightheaded, plus the weather that night was warm and inviting, prickling on your skin, or maybe it was Namjoon’s closeness what got your own skin on fire.

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A birthdaypresent for @wonderland-royalty! Have a great day girl and I hope this day will be all you imagined for. I did the best I could, to make this imagine as perfect and good as possible. Enjoy and again, happy Birthday!! <3

Words: 2872
Warning: Ubbe/Hvitserk fluff (a lot), playfullness, threesome
Tag: @belle-scarre, @littlesnorlaxx

You had knot up your dress to your knees so it wouldn’t get wet from standing in the water. With that self-made spear in your hand you were scouting the surface for fish. Your father was maybe an excellent fisher but you on the other hand … you always got him mad when you came home empty handed. But that was your life, being the daughter of a fisherman and a farmer. You loved your mother side of the work more often than this, standing with cold feet in the water waiting until the fish were just to you and started to come closer again. But your timing was always bad, you spear sunk in the water without piercing a fish, leaving you empty handed so you had to wait again. You signed, turning around to the beach only to find Ubbe there looking at you. ‘How long have you been standing there?’ You asked with a shyly smile. He had his arms crossed before his chest, his braid over his shoulder, covered in enough fur so you got spontaneous warm from looking, or thinking how it would be to be in his embrace.
‘How long you think?’ He asked with a smile. You looked back to the water, the pointy edges of the spear.
‘Long enough to see me fail?’ You had to raise your voice a little so he would hear it. What really didn’t suit you, you always were a soft talker.
‘Do you need some help?’ He asked not far after. You shook your head immediately, not wanting him, the prince of Kattegat to help out a simple farmers girl. Despite you were just that, you had two sons of Ragnar behind you, the two eldest, Ubbe and Hvitserk. Feeling that kind of admiring sparked your self confident.
‘I will be fine.’ You reacted, turning back to the water. But it the corner of your eye you saw him pull of his shoes, leaving that and the fur on the beach before walking into the water. ‘I said I’m fine.’ You repeated yourself when he was closing in.
‘You’re such a bad liar Y/n.’ He smiled. You looked to that smile before your eyes traveled back to the water, almost shy for your own staring. He came to stand behind you, a hand sliding over your shoulder, arm, to the hand that held the spear. Your back rested against his chest and you bited your lip, looking over your shoulder to how he leaded your body in the best position to catch fish. He loved to touch you, guiding you almost. Ubbe was always so tenderly gentle with you. And how soft his touch may be, you felt warmth for feeling the little details. ‘Stay focused.’ He reminded you amused for your thought took another course.
‘Yes, sure, thank you for learning me.’ You whispered, not knowing if fish could hear you. His free hand sneaked around your waist, taking the spear so you were totally in his embrace.
‘I would do anything for you.’ He answered that, his warm breath tickling your neck as he watched to the surface over your shoulder. ‘Can you stay tonight?’ He asked, turning the spear a little as the fish started to swim around you again.
‘How can you ask that while being so concentrated?’ You asked tensed, knowing that spear could hit water any minute. He chuckled softly, resting his chin on your shoulder. But he didn’t answer, he was focused and you almost startled if that spear sunk under water, causing the rumples over the surface of the steady bay.
‘Because it’s easy.’ He said with a certain triumph, pulling the spear out so you saw the fish hooked on it. You screamed joyful, out of happiness you caught something and your father wouldn’t be entirely mad at you. You turned around to Ubbe, eyes sparkling from excitement for your first real catch. Although you didn’t do much, it made you happy. And clearly Ubbe to because he smiled that wide open smile, before pulling you in an embrace. He stroke with his thumb a strain of hair out of your face, enjoying the view of your happiness, how stupid it could be.
‘Thank you.’ You thanked him on a sweet innocent voice.
‘You stay?’
‘Please?’ He begged even more innocent.
‘Maybe.’ You repeated yourself. He placed his lips on yours and your fingers felt like feathers against his jawline, hardly wanting to touch him because you always were to careful. His kiss was tenderly, moving you around in his arms so you hardly could do something else then you laughing. ‘Good, I will stay.’ You agreed. He kissed your cheek, your neck, soft pressures in a speed up pace before he pulled back and you had that outstanding view on his blue eyes.
‘Good.’ He said, giving you the spear with the fish. You looked down to it, smiling like an idiot while Ubbe walked back out of the water back to his shoes and fur cloak.

That afternoon you were helping your mother by getting into the village with her donkey to storage the hay for coming winter in one of the sheds. Everybody needed to pay his part in the working environment of Kattegat. Your mother was payed for this, you delivered. But transporting hay from the cart behind the donkey to the shed wasn’t easy work, it wasn’t even woman work. You stroke your hand over your sweaty forehead before pulling another bale into the shed. And to be honest, you really didn’t wanted to store it in this manor, build up high so you had to climb two bales before you could stock. You tossed it on the second level of bales when you heard your name. ‘Yes?’ You turned around trying to look for who was calling out to you. From this position you hardly couldn’t see the entrance of the shed.  But you recognized the voice, who wouldn’t.
‘Where are you?’ Hvitserk asked.
'Come and find me.’ You challenged him. You and Hvitserk were different than it was with Ubbe. With Hvitserk there was always room to play a game, to joke around, while Ubbe was that tenderly kind of guy, meaning every act he did. You heard Hvitserk walking over the wooden floor, hardly suppressing a smile when he showed up. He looked up at you with that challenging cocked up smile of him.
‘Do you want me to get up there to catch you?’ He asked you playfully. Your fingers were playing a strand of hay, you looked at it, nodding on his words. It hardly took him second to jump on the first bale. You started to laugh, running away of the storage bales to the other side, sliding yourself off it back down. But he was faster, he was a Viking, he anticipated every move you made. The thrill of the hunt pushed the adrenaline through your body. And when he grabbed you around the waist from behind you couldn’t do something else than loud laughing. You both lost balance, falling down to the first level of bales again where you both landed between the hay, messing up your hair and his. You were still laughing, catching a strand of hay from between his braids.
‘You were looking for me?’ You asked innocent. He turned around on his stomach, weaving his fingers through yours while pushing them aside your head in the hay.
‘Found you.’ He reacted satisfied. He kissed you, chest contacting with yours for which a shivering rushed through your body. Hvitserk was different, more eager, less careful. But you loved that as much as the tenderness Ubbe had. It wasn’t fair, enjoying both the brothers like you did now. He let go of one hand and you laid your hand in his neck, getting lost in the kiss that grew every second a little bit deeper. You felt his hand on the leg from which your knee rested against his side. He pulled the dress up underneath his hands and touched your skin.
‘Hvitserk.’ You breathed heavy against his lips when his fingers trailed up over your leg.
‘I want to touch you, can’t I touch you?’ He asked, lips caressing your cheek before he opened his eyes and looked at you.
‘It’s not fair.’ You began, swallowing your own thoughts a little.
‘What isn’t?’ He asked, relaxing his body and grip, removing his fingers from your skin.
‘That I have affection for Ubbe to.’ You pointed out. Hvitserk smiled, pecking your lips fast.
‘As long as he doesn’t mind and I don’t mind what is the problem?’
‘It feels like I betray you, or him.’ You looked away but he leaded your head back by laying his fingers under your chin, gently.
‘We don’t mind. We will prove you.’ He wanted to come up, all eagerly smiling again.
‘Hvitserk.’ You grabbed him with his clothes back. He looked at you, questionable. ‘I’m still,’
‘and I respect and admire you, don’t be scared.’ He winked, jumping of the bales and walking away, leaving you there to doubt this relationship with both the brothers yet again.

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Falcon Whisperer

A/N: THIS WAS BASED OFF OF MY EXPERIENCE W A FALCON, and I thought it’d be funny and imagine if Shawn was there lol proceed :)

“Do I have to go Y/N?” Shawn whined and you only rolled your eyes, you went online and found a falcon house where you could go in and see the falcons, you always found the creatures interesting so you decided to drag Shawn along.

“Yes Shawn! Please.” You pouted

“Can’t we just go to the park? There are falcons there!”

“Shawn those are pigeons.”

“Still! They’re both birds!”

“Fine why do you have two types of guitars? I mean they’re both guitars.” You smiled innocently

“Touché.” He said as you dragged him to the house of falcons and knocked the door and an old man opened the door with a smile on his face

“Welcome! You must be the young lady that booked the Falcon room for this evening.” He smiled

“Wait this evening?! I thought we were gonna see them and leave.” Shawn whined

“Yes I am.” You said ignoring Shawn’s whining

“This way.” He said leading you to where he kept the falcons, he told you to wait by the door as he fed them and gave you gloves to put on your hands

“This way.” He said leading you in and locking the door so the falcons don’t get out, he got one of the falcons on his arm covering its eyes with a hat and walked over to you

“This, is Joseph.” He smiled

“Hi.” You whispered petting it only for it’s wings to move making you flinch

“He doesn’t bite.” The man chuckled putting him on your arm and Shawn took a picture of you with the falcon

“Hold him Shawn.” You said handing Shawn the falcon ignoring his protests

“Ok it’s on my arm now get it off me.” He said and as if the falcon could sense Shawn’s nervousness it flew smacking his chest and Shawn crouched in pain as the falcon flew around smacking into everything due to it not seeing anything and the other falcons went crazy and two of them flew down flying around and Shawn shielded you from them holding you close

“BAD JOSEPH! BAD BIRD! SIT- NO WAIT THAT’S FOR DOGS, PUT THOSE WINGS AWAY!” Shawn yelled and you couldn’t help but laugh, Shawn huffed and ran after the falcons trying to catch them helping the man calm the others down and you were recording the whole thing

“This really wasn’t a good idea.” Shawn said finally catching one and placing it back on it’s branch and after running around they finally caught Joseph and helped the man clean up the mess it made

“Thank you!” You yelled back at the man as you both left the place

“Remind me never to come near birds again.” He said getting in his jeep and you only showed him your story on instagram of him running after Joseph making him chuckle

“That was kinda funny.”

“So we get to do this again?” You asked hopefully

“Hell no.” He said in all seriousness and you laughed at his answer kissing his cheek

“I thought you handled that pretty well though.” You said

“Maybe I’m a falcon whisperer.” He smirked

“Says the guy who called a pigeon a falcon.”


Realization pt 2 ~J.M.

A/N : I’m already sleep deprived so i figured it wouldn’t hurt to finish the story and upload right now.

Requested: Kinda? idk anyway this one’s for you @nightsspentthinking 

Summary: After realizing that maybe you did like Jonah things take a turn you weren’t expecting

part 1 

Your eyes widen as you try to wrap your head around what just happened. Jonah looks at the blank expression on your face but before he gets to say something you quickly respond: “Why would you think that Marais?” “Oh I don’t know, maybe because I literally heard you say ‘how can you possibly be this gorgeous while sleeping?’”. You had really hoped that he hadn’t actually heard all you said because you muttered it under your breath, but unfortunately he did and you weren’t quite sure how to get yourself out of this. Bullshitting an essay was one thing but lying to your best friend about how much you actually liked him was on a whole new level. 

 “For your information, I said ‘cute’ not ‘gorgeous’ Jonah.” “Cute, gorgeous, beautiful, hot…whatever you want to call it” he says chuckling. You look at Jonah for a split second and sigh, “Why are you like this?” “Stop pretending you don’t love it.” “Would you shut up already?” you say trying not to laugh at Jonah wiggling his eyebrows at you. Jonah looked you straight in the eyes with a steel expression before responding: “Make me”. He continues staring at you and you look at him with a puzzled expression on your face, unsure of how to respond. Your heart is telling you to yell “kiss me” at him but you refrain. You search his eyes for an answer before trailing off to his lips.“I’m in love…shit” you think to yourself. 

You make eye contact with him one more time and with that he leans in and brushes your cheek with his thumb. His face comes closer to yours and you start blushing. Jonah smiles at you and before you know it you feel his lips pushing on yours as he kisses you. At first you were a little taken aback but soon you guys were making out as he deepened the kiss. As you both pull away you hear Jonah say: “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now”. You just smirk at him and say: “Is that so?” He nodded but then quickly changed the subject back to you. “So…When did you realize you liked me? Have I missed any hints before this?” “Well…” you stretched out the ‘l’ not sure how to continue. “Go on Y/N” he says while smirking “I guess that I’ve liked you for a while now but didn’t realize until earlier today?” “What made you realize?” you think about the short time span between him hearing you mutter that he was cute up to right now after you made out. 

“Hmm… well, I thought you were asleep earlier when I called you cute, but you just looked so peaceful and angelic that I just couldn’t refrain myself from saying that. The thought had crossed my mind earlier tonight but the realization hit when you caught me” You say before blushing a little. Jonah smiles at you and grabs your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. “I’m glad I did catch you, because if I wouldn’t have, you would’ve probably taken an eternity to actually tell or show me you even slightly liked me” he said while trying not to laugh to hard. “Now that’s just rude” you said pretending to be offended and put your hand on your heart faking to be hurt but eventually gave in because you couldn’t hold your laughter any longer.

 “Don’t think I forgot about your little comment though Marais, how long have you wanted to kiss me?” you teased.”I uhh- I don’t know, a month maybe two?” “Two months and you didn’t even tell me? You always tell me about the girls you like! I’m hurt” “In my defense, those girls were neither you or my best friend. Did you really think I was just gonna risk so many years of friendship without being sure you at least somewhat liked me?” “Uhm yes!” You exclaimed jokingly. You couldn’t help but feel happy about the whole situation. At first, you were mortified because Jonah heard you but it had turned out pretty well so far. “So you just kept quiet about this for two months? I can’t believe my best friend doesn’t even trust me” “stop being so sarcastic Y/N” he said before throwing a pillow at you after you had confidently replied, “I will do no such thing”. “Heyyy” you whined and pouted at him. ”I didn’t exactly keep quiet though” he said while looking away. Your eyes widen as you look at him “what do you mean?” “I may or may not have told Zach about it” you over exaggerate a dramatic gasp “you told Zach before me? I can’t believe you” you said keeping up the drama queen act. “Shut up and kiss me already” Jonah said and with that your lips collided once again.

When you woke up Jonah was still asleep, you looked at the beautiful boy laying next you and just admired his features. “You know it’s rude to stare right?” you suddenly heard him say. “Are you ever actually asleep or do you just keep pretending so you can see me embarrass myself?” “Who knows” is all he said. He rolled over and pulled you into a hug while you look at the time. “Shit it’s 4 PM” “So?” “I should really get going my parents are already mad that I snook out, turned off my phone and didn’t come home at all”. You had completely forgotten about your parents and how mad they were going to be when you got home. “Please stay, just a little longer”he pouted and kept repeating the word ‘please’ over and over  “I don’t know if I should…my parents are already very angry” “At least let me make you breakfast before you leave” “okay” you smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips “I love you Jonah” “I love you too Y/N”

Her Instinct - Chapter 16

Chapter 16 -  Savage

This chapter was inspired by the song “We Should Be Together” by Pia Mia. Feel free to listen as you read!

I woke up in a daze, starring at wall of my room, completely spent from the total workout, or should I say workouts we had last night. I felt Mr. Leto’s arm wrapped around me, entrapping me in his grasp. I stroked it absentmindedly, inhaling the sweet morning air as memories from last night flooded my mind. This was pure bliss.

“Morning, Kerri.” His voice in the stillness of the morning almost made me jump. I was surprised he was up.

“Good morning” I nearly croaked out as I turned.

He was wide-awake; his is blue eyes gazed into mine dreamily. He leaned in and kissed my forehead as his hand grazed up and down my side. He slowly kissed down my face to my cheek and jaw.

“Tell me something Kerri.” His voice was so soft I had to really focus to pay attention. “Why do you waste your time with Derek, when you have this” he plays with my hand and pulls it to his chest. “You certainly don’t do this with him. So what’s the point?”

I stared in bewilderment at Mr. Leto. After all we’ve done and he brings up Derek? I completely forgot he existed.

Was this a joke?

He stared back at me, waiting intently for my response.

Apparently it wasn’t.

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The One, Part 2

Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: angst

Summary: It had been years since you had last since Jimmy. The two of you were highschool sweethearts, until you parted ways. After a horrible breakup with your two timing ex-fiance, you transfer to the U.S.S Enterprise. Finally coming face to face with the boy you left behind. Can the two of you work alongside each other in peace? Or will the past come back to haunt you?


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A Seek and a Yes | Sirius Black

Hello my darlings, I got this idea while taking a shower (bless shower thoughts!) and I liked it a lot. I hope you like it too.

Love you.

Character: Young Sirius Black

Word count: 784

Warnings: just sweetness

*Gif’s, not mine, credit to whoever made it*

Originally posted by imaginesofthings

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Momma's Boy- Luke Hemmings Smut

Hi guys! 

So here’s the Dom Luke smut I’ve been promising for a decade! I really hope you guys like it! I’d love to know what people think of it so don’t be afraid to stop by my ask box and tell me what’s what! Oh and if you don’t like smut, please don’t read this. You won’t like it. 

Much Love,




Momma’s Boy

“Oh come on Lukey”, you laugh rubbing your boyfriend’s back as you stood next to him laughing, “we’re just joking around.”

“Yeah well it’s not funny”, he huffs, his eyebrows drawn close together in annoyance, “it’s not my fault that my mum still thinks I need her to wash my clothes for me. I didn’t ask her to! I can do it myself!”

A chorus of chuckles meets his frustrated outburst.

“Sure you can man”, Ashton replies sarcastically pushing past him into the elevator of the hotel you were all staying in, “that’s why you’ve been borrowing our underwear for the past two weeks until she came to visit”.

“I have not!” Luke protests but as per usual his objections fall on deaf ears.

His bandmates continue to snigger and jibe at him as the elevator makes it slow ascension to your floor. You can tell that Luke is getting more and more annoyed with every passing remark but you can’t help laughing along, mostly because of the fact that what they’re saying is completely true. Luke is the biggest momma’s boy you have ever met. But then again how could he be any other way? He was the baby of his family and now he’s the baby of the band. It was just his natural role. Regardless of how mature he acted sometimes or how sensible he was, he would always be the baby.

“Goodnight you two”, Michael chimes as he leaves the elevator along with the others to turn in for the night, “oh and make sure you take good care of the baby Y/N”.

“Don’t you worry Mikey”, you call after him as he heads down the corridor towards his room, “I will! I’ll even tuck him in!”

Still smiling at your own attempt at hilarity you turn towards your boyfriend fully expecting him to be laughing along with you. But he wasn’t. There wasn’t a single trace of a smile across his features. His jaw was set and his icy blue eyes were fixed on the steel doors of the elevator as it carried you both upwards. Shit. Was he actually mad? Nah, he couldn’t be. You guys joked about him being the baby all the time and although he’d get annoyed and be in a huff for a while he’d usually forget about it quickly. You never thought for a second he would actually be genuinely upset by it.

“Luke?” you implore timidly, tugging on the sleeve of his favourite red flannel shirt, “are you really mad? You know we were just joking around….”

“I’m fine”, he snaps, cutting you off and making a point of pulling his arm away from you.

The apology you were about to offer is stemmed by this sudden and uncharacteristic show of coarseness. For a moment you stand bewildered with your mouth agape. The soft ‘ping’ of the elevator door snaps you back to attention and you hurry to catch up with the lengthy strides your boyfriend has made down the hotel corridor. Luke had made his way into your hotel room before you’d even reached the door. Talk about using the length of his legs to his advantage.

“Luke? Do you want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what YN? You want me to talk about how my girlfriend and my so called friends just spent the past fifteen minutes laughing at me? How they think that I’m too much of a baby to look after myself? Or how about we talk about the fact that they think that it’s okay to make me the butt of their jokes? Well I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t really want to talk about any of that that right now.”

His back was facing you as he spoke but you didn’t need to see his face to know how upset he was. His broad shoulders were heaving with the effort it was taking to keep himself in check and his knuckles were white as he gripped onto the edge of the dresser he was leaning against. You’d never seen him like this before.

“We weren’t laughing at you Luke!” you protest, anxious to get the notion of a conspiracy out of his head, “we were just joking around and…”

“Joking at my expense Y/N!”

The sudden bang of the dresser hitting the wall as he pushes off it to face you causes you to gasp and take a step backwards. The expression on your face must have been one of genuine fright because as soon as Luke looked at you his features softened slightly.

“I’m sorry Luke”, you stammer thickly, you voice struggling to push past the lump forming in your throat, “I didn’t think you’d be this upset. Neither did the boys. I’m sure of it. We were honestly just joking around. I’m sorry baby. I really am.”

“I’m tired of it Y/N”, Luke tells you, running a hand over his face and letting out a long sigh, “I’m not a baby”.

“I know you’re not Luke and I’m sorry we said that. If I’d have known it hurt you this much there’s no way I would have kept teasing you about it, you know that right?”

A small smile tugs at the corner of Luke’s lips as he makes his way over to wrap you in a bear hug.  

“I know baby. Thank you. And while we’re on the subject of apologies, I’m sorry I got so mad. I guess this whole ‘lack of sleep on tour’ thing is making me a little bit grumpy. Am I forgiven?”

This was a lot more like the Luke you knew. Pushing yourself onto your tiptoes you reach up and pull your boyfriends face closer to your own.

“You’re forgiven Hemmings”, you tell him with a smile before attaching your lips to his.

Pulling back before the kiss has a chance to get any deeper, Luke looks down at you with a grin on his face.

“Does this mean we get to have make up sex now?”

“Well…” you tease, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, “we did just make up so it seems like the next logical step”.

“Great. Because I think it’s time I proved to you Ms. Y/L/N that I am anything but a baby”.

Cocking an eyebrow, you step backwards to look at your boyfriend.

“What are you saying Luke?”

“What do you think I’m saying Y/N?” Luke scoffs, grabbing your hand and tugging you in the direction of the bed, “I’m saying that I’m about to fuck you so hard you’ll never have any doubts about my masculinity ever again”.

Your lips part in surprise at his uncharacteristically brazen attitude and without missing a beat Luke takes full advantage. Lunging forward he seals your lips with a kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth before you even have time to register what’s happening. His hands waste no time in finding the button of your jeans before sliding them down your legs along with your panties.

“Luke”, you pant, pushing him away momentarily to catch your breath, “slow down baby. We’re not in any rush”.

“Oh but we are Y/N. Have you any idea how many times I plan on making you cum tonight?”

You had no time to dwell on what he’d just said as a pair of soft lips on your neck causes you to moan out.

“Luke”, you mewl helplessly as his lips continue their assault and his calloused hands trace the backs of your thighs. How was it possible for him to get you this hot with one kiss and a few dirty words? By now your thighs were rubbing off one and other in a desperate attempt to gain some friction. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on which way you look at it, Luke was quick to catch on to what you were up to.

“Do you need some help there baby girl?”

Normally when Luke got a little bit cocky in the bedroom, no pun intended, you were straight in with a witty comment of your own to set you both on an even keel again but there was something in Luke’s demeanour tonight that told you any attempts to regain even the slightest bit of control would not bode well for you. Complete and total dominance was practically radiating off the man in front of you and it would be a lie to say that it wasn’t turning you on.

“Arms up babe. You’re not getting any relief until I can see all of you”.

The heat between your thighs had multiplied to such an extent you were frantic to feel his touch, so much so you tore your own top off, much to Luke’s amusement.

“Someone’s eager”, Luke comments as he pushes the straps of your bra off your shoulders, “who knew a baby could have this much of an effect on someone”.

A groan of utter frustration leaves you.

“Come on Luke. I need you now”.

“Get on the bed then”.

A smirk tugs at the corner of Luke’s mouth as he watches you push yourself backwards onto the bed, propping yourself up on the mountain of pillows every hotel deems necessary.

“Good girl.”

You watch as Luke pulls his shirt over his head before lowering his hands to pull his belt through the loops of his provocatively tight jeans.

“Now”, he tells you undoing his zip, “I know that you need me right now Y/N but before we go any further I need you to understand that there are some rules tonight”.

“Rules?” you ask, your voice quivering as you struggle to stem the swell of butterflies that have erupted in your stomach.

“Yes babygirl. There are rules. And if you want me to make you feel good then you have to obey every single one. Is that clear?”

You nod.

“Ah ah Y/N”, Luke scolds you, “that’s rule number one. You have to use your words. If I speak to you, I expect an answer. Got it?”

“Yes baby”, you pant, the thrill of this new dominant Luke leaving you breathless already.

“Now that’s rule number two”, Luke tells you as he sheds himself of his underwear and crawls between your parted thighs, “you don’t call me baby. I am not a baby. So instead you’re going to call me Sir.”

Sir. The sound of it alone causes a fresh wave of desire to wash over you. Your hips buck and a needy moan escapes you.

“I don’t think there’s going to be a problem with that rule is there Y/N?”

“No sir”, you groan, trying desperately not to scream out as Luke’s hands begin to trail across the flushing skin of your thighs.

“Good girl. Now, for the third and final rule; there is to be no touching.”

“But Luke….”

You’re cut of before you can protest any further.

“What did you call me?”

“Sorry babe…I mean Sir”, you stammer, completely flustered by the entire situation. A lust induced haze was creeping into your brain leaving you incapable of focusing on anything other than the throbbing of your aching clit. Fuck. You just needed to be touched.

“That’s much better darling”, Luke coos, lowering his head to peck you gently on the lips as a reward for your compliance before speaking again.

“I need to make sure you don’t accidentally break rule number three babygirl so I’m going to have to make sure those wandering hands of yours are tied up.”

“Luke wait!” you exclaim once the initial shock wears off. By now Luke has hopped off the bed and is fumbling around in your suitcase, no doubt looking for something he can use as a restraint.

“I’m not so sure about this Luke”, you tell him as soon as he turns to face you again.

Luke walks back over to you and cups your cheek in his hand gently. Leaning forward he rests his forehead against yours. His dominant façade is nowhere to be seen as he gazes at you tenderly.

“I’ll be gentle baby, I swear. And you want me to untie you then just say the safe word and I’ll stop.”

“Promise?” you whisper timidly giving in to his touch.



Happy in the knowledge that you trusted him Luke sits you up and gently wraps the soft material of one of your scarves around your wrists.

“Does that feel alright?”

“Yes”, you breathe, the anticipation growing within you once more.

“Good. Oh and the safeword is Spongebob by the way.”

A giggle tumbles past your lips. Typical Luke. The both of you were about to have the kinkiest sex you’d ever had and he was still thinking about cartoons.


Taking a deep breath you lift your head to meet the eyes of the boy kneeling between your legs. His eyes had darkened and there was no denying the animalistic hunger they held. He was biting on his lip ring and his cheeks had reddened ever so slightly. He wanted his just as badly as you did. It was high time you both got what you wanted.

“Yes sir.”

Your head flops backwards as you savour the sensation of his lips on your breasts as his hands traced their way along your thighs; steadily moving upwards until they reached the top before descending again.

“Fuck Sir”, you sigh, feeling yourself beginning to dampen again. How long was he planning on teasing you for?

“What do you want darling? Remember rule number one. You have to use your words.”

“I want you Sir”, you whine looking up at him pleadingly through your lashes, “I want you to touch me”.

“Where do you want me to touch you baby girl? I won’t know unless you tell me.”

A self-assured smirk was playing on his plump lips now as he looked down on your squirming body held completely at his mercy.

“I want you to touch my pussy Sir”, you whimper. Being a naturally shy person you were almost embarrassed by the words you were speaking, but such was your need for release you would have said anything to anyone if it got you what you wanted.

“I will princess”, Luke teases, “but not yet. First, I think you need to make me feel good seeing as you were so naughty earlier.”

Your gaze follows Luke’s downwards, landing on his red and swollen cock. He’d been hard for a while judging by the precum leaking from his tip.

“What do you say baby? Can you use that pretty little mouth of yours to make me feel good?”

“Yes sir”, you answer as sultrily as you can.

“Good girl”.

Two strong arms hoist you forward leaving you face to face with Luke’s straining erection. Unused to being without the use of your hands for this you take a second to plan your best course of action. Wiggling in closer you take kitten licks around his tip. A sharp intake of breath leads you to believe that Luke is more than happy with your tactics. Now even more keen to please than before, you lean in further and take as much of him as you can into your mouth. Bobbing your head, you swirl your tongue around his cock. His hands thread into your hair as you trace a particularly prominent vein with your tongue.

“Oh fuck Y/N”, you hear Luke groan from above you, “you’re so fucking good at that. You’re so fucking good with your mouth”.

Unable to resist acknowledging his praise you drop him from your mouth and grin up at him.

“Thank you Sir”, you quip before taking him back into the warmth of your mouth. Eager to make him cum you hollow your cheeks and suck as deeply as you can. The profanities and echoings of praise falling from his parted lips are only serving to make you wetter with every passing second and now, more than ever you wished your hands were free to relieve even a fraction of the tension that had been building between your thighs for ages now.

“Fuck. Stop. Stop it now baby girl”, Luke pants, pushing your away softly, “I don’t want to cum in your mouth. I’m not coming until I’m buried deep inside that pretty pink pussy of yours”.

Luke lays you back down before settling himself further down the king sized bed. Holding your ankles down he begins to kiss his way up your legs. His stubble is coarse against your skin but it, combined with the softness of his lips provides for the most delicious contrast.

“So fucking beautiful”, he mutters against your skin as he works his way upwards, “and all mine.”

His hands move to your knees and you see a renewed appetite fill his gaze as he pushes them apart. You can only imagine the sight meeting his eyes right now. The constant teasing and anticipation has left you completely soaked, so much so that you can feel your wetness dripping between your cheeks and onto the sheets beneath you and your clit is throbbing so forcefully it’s a wonder he can’t see it pulsing.

“Jesus Y/N”, Luke remarks, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet”.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before Sir”.

You’re in dire need of some relief so you’re sure to remember the rules every time you address him.

“Please Sir”, you implore, “I need you to touch me. Please. I need you to touch me so badly.”

“Of course princess. How could I say no when you’ve asked so nicely?”

Your eyelids flutter closed as the warmth of his breath washes over your heat and you all but jump out of your skin when he places a feather light kiss on you. Your thighs begin to tremble as his calloused fingers spread your folds before dipping easily inside of you.

“Oh fuck!” you scream out, unable to control yourself as his fingers begin to curl within your depths. Swells of sheer pleasure were building and crashing inside of you so quickly your head was beginning to spin. Your lips were parted by a seemingly never ending chorus of moans and sighs which were only amplified as soon as your clit was sucked into the warmth of Luke’s wet mouth. You almost wanted to laugh out at how good you felt but a particularly well placed nibble causes fire to flow through your veins as your orgasm rolls over you. Your thighs clamp down on either side of Luke’s head and your back arches off the bed as his fingers continue to move inside of you, milking your orgasm for all it’s worth.

“Good girl”, Luke soothes once you’ve calmed down slightly and released him long enough for him to clean your juices from his chin, “that’s my good girl. You’re doing so well.”

Your body is still shaking from your first orgasm and you’re just about coherent enough to realise that’s he’s already rolling on a condom.

“I can’t Luke”, you croak, fully sure that another orgasm of that level of intensity would cause you to pass out in your current state.

“Of course you can darling. I know you can take it”, Luke coaxes your legs apart again, “And don’t forget, it’s Sir.”

“Sir…I can’t….”

“You can princess. Look at your pussy. It’s still soaked. It’s practically begging for me to pound it. So that’s what I’m going to do. Sir is going to take good care of you.”

A whimper leaves your lips as you feel his tip pressing against your entrance. He meets no resistance as he slides all the way in, only stopping when his hips meet yours. For a second, neither of you move, almost too scared to breathe save you disturb the sheer bliss of the feeling of being this close to one and other.  

Luke’s lips capture your own in a fervent and fanatical kiss, moving in the way that his hips are only longing to.

“Move”, you command as soon as you have room enough to speak, “please move Sir”.

Deciding that the time for talking has long since passed Luke draws back before slamming his hips into yours. An obscenely loud moan erupts from you as his tip brushes the spot deep inside of you designed to bring you nothing but pleasure. Over and over, again and again, Luke pounds into you relentlessly. His fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your hips and his head is buried in the crook of your neck, its alignment allowing every groan and grunt and cry of your name to fall directly into your ear.  

Your own fingers are digging into his biceps and your legs have locked around his narrow hips, fully intent on making sure he stays right where you want him. Sex with Luke had never been dull but you never knew how much you needed hot, sweaty, rough sex with him until he gave it to you. You’d never felt so alive. Every nerve ending in your body was alight with pleasure. Your head was swimming with it and you could think of nothing other than the euphoria every thrust of his hips were driving you towards.

“Oh Luke. Oh god Luke. Please don’t stop. Please don’t ever fucking stop.”

As if he intended to. Moving with more finesse than you’d ever seen him move before Luke quickly sits up and untangles your legs from around his back. Throwing them over his ample shoulders he continues at his erratic pace. The new angle allows him to thrust even deeper into you and you can feel yourself approaching your peak.

“I’m close Sir. Oh fuck Sir, I’m so fucking close”.

Nodding, Luke brings two of his fingers to his lips and sucks them into his mouth. Once he’s satisfied with how wet they are he brings them to your clit and begins to rub frantic circles around your swollen and sensitive bud. The added stimulation is all the push you need to send you spiralling out of control. Your hips buck wildly as screams that would put the most haunted of Banshee’s to shame fly from you. Your contracting muscles clamp down on Luke just hard enough to send him into an orgasm of his own. His head falls backwards and his eyes scrunch shut, his grip tightening on your ankles as he finally cums.

For the seconds time that night, both of you remain perfectly still, unwilling to disturb the reverberations of each other’s orgasm. But as with all things, your perfect moment must come to an end. You lower your legs from Luke’s shoulders which frees him to collapse onto the bed beside you.

“Wow”, you remark as soon as your chest stops heaving, “just fucking wow”.

“Told you I wasn’t a baby”, Luke sniggers from beside you, still slightly out of breath.

“You more certainly aren’t Luke Hemmings. Can you untie me now though? I think I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Untie you? Oh no way babygirl. I’m not done with you yet.”

Jungkook Scenario: Lazy Mornings.

Request: WELL THIS BLOG IS MY LIFEU. I LOV U GAIZ SO MUCH😭💙 Can I ask a “waking up in the morning inside Jungkook’s hug” scenario. (super fluffy plizz >o<)

Genre: Fluff.

Everything was warm, too warm if you dared to say but you weren’t complaining, and in fact you couldn’t do it in your current state, deep into slumber but not quite. It was somewhere halfway of it, making you conscious enough that you were half asleep and really aware that you didn’t really want to change that soon.

You felt warm, yes, but now you could also feel something else. You were trying to force yourself back, push your curiosity away but you couldn’t, the sensation was getting the best of you. There was a quiet and steady rush of air near your face, it was soft and peaceful so you unconsciously moved your face closer to the source, your eyes were still closed, refusing to open to the new day. It had to be early, you could say it for the sunlight that reflected upon your eyelids, yet you didn’t really care for the hour of the morning, you knew you had noting else to do for that day.

Your forehead met a firm surface and you furrowed your eyes, but the thing that really made you open them was the rhythmical heartbeat you could now notice under the fingertips of your left hand and the pair of arms firmly coiled around your body. Blinking slowly to coax your drowsy eyes to focus, you realized you weren’t alone on the bed.

At first it was surprising, then that surprise evolved to a much pleasant feeling, the one you could only get when finally staring up to the person you’d been using as a pillow for the whole night. And part of the morning, you thought with the ghost of a smile dancing around your lips, before reaching a little to the front and leaving a tender loving kiss on the mole he had on the left side of his neck that you loved almost as much as you loved him.

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Imagine Requested by Anonymous

Imagine you a Shadowhunter and is dating Raphael. The day she turns 18 a mark appears on her wrist that tells her she is bonded to someone for life. Afraid of hurting Raphael she keeps it from him. One day she can’t hide it any longer.

I was sitting in Central Park. It was just past 2 in the morning and everyone else was training nearby. I had been training with them until I needed a breather. I was lent back against a tree when someone whispered in my ear.

“Happy Birthday darling.” I opened my eyes and turned to see Raphael kneeling there. I smiled.

“Thank you Raph!” I got on my knees and hugged him around his neck. His arm circled my waist. He laughed.

“You’re Welcome Y/N.” He and I sat down against the tree with his arm around my shoulder and me cuddling into his side. “My baby girl is turning 18 finally.” He teased.

“Oh! Shut Up!” I said while halfheartedly hitting his chest. 

“Hey love birds!” We turned to see Jace smirking at us. “I know it’s Y/N’s birthday but can you wait to have your private time when you’re actually somewhere private.” He said. The others laughed at the statement. I giggled and rolled my eyes.

“I better get back to training.” I said standing up. He stood up with me while holding my hand.

“I better be heading back anyway. I’ll see you later tonight.” He lent down and kissed me. When he pulled away he smiled at me then sped off. My right wrist started to feel warm but i ignored it. I went back to training with Alec. The sensation in my wrist kept growing until out of nowhere a small light flashed around my wrist. When the light disappeared a small black mark had appeared. With the distraction Alec got me down but I barely noticed because my attention was on the new mark on my wrist.

“Y/N?” I heard Clary call but didn’t answer. 

“What’s that on her wrist?” Isabelle asked.

“I don’t know.” Jace said.

“I think it’s time to head back to the Institute.” Alec chimed in.

~Back At The Institute~

“It’s a soulmate mark.” Maryse said.

“What?” We all asked at the same time.

“A soulmate mark.” Magnus said. “A mark that very few people have anymore. And before you ask, a soulmate mark is a mark that appears when you turn 18 and it matches a mark that is on the wrist of your soulmate.” He explained.

“This is the first time in decades that one has showed up in the Shadow World. And it’s said that when you discover your soulmate something happens with the mark but it’s different with every couple.” I looked down at the tiny mark and wondered what I would do. What about Raphael? Everyone else was talking to each other about the mark. I silently got up and walked to my room. 

“How am I supposed to tell Raph?” I asked no one. Tears ran down my face without any sign of stopping.

~Later at Hotel Dumort~

I had just got to the Hotel Dumort to spend the night with Raphael. I had wore a long sleeve shirt to hade the soulmate mark.

“Are you alright? You’re rather quiet.” I jumped because I didn’t know he sat done beside me.

“Oh sorry! It’s just been a long eventful day.”

“Don’t apologize darling. I understand.” He pulled me into his side and started tickling me.

“Oh my god!!!” I laughed and laughed. “Please Raphael! Stop!” I couldn’t stop laughing. I ended up on his lap until he finally stopped. I was catching my breath while he was laughing at me. I laid in his lap with my eyes closed.

His laughter died down to nothing. I looked at him confused then followed to where his eyes were locked. My shirt sleeve had rolled up enough for the mark to be showing. I quickly sat up and pulled down the sleeve.

“What is that mark darling?”

“Nothing just a new rune Clary made up.” I tried to lie but my voice betrayed me. I slightly winced.

“That’s no rune.” He said straight out. I got up and walked over to the wall where the painting covering the stash of blood. “Y/N.” He said in a gentle voice. I kept my back toward him. He grabbed my wrist with the mark and turned me around. I didn’t look at him. He pushed the sleeve up to show the mark. He traced the mark. He used the hand that wasn’t holding my wrist to pull me closer by the waist.

“It’s a soulmate mark.” He said while bringing my hand up to his lips. “And I should know.” He let go of my waist and wrist to pull down the sleeve on his right wrist. I gasped. The similar mark was laced through his skin. I took a hold of his wrist and traced the mark.

“How? When?”

“I’ve had this since I was human.” I finally looked up at him to see him looking at me with so much love. As if drawn to do it, I laid my right hand in his and a warm sensation ran threw my body. A sting of light started to travel around our hands. It looked like it was binding our hands together. When the light disappeared and the marks had turned a navy blue color.

“What was that?” I asked and looked at him. He pulled me closer and said…

“It means we’re each others soulmates.” We both smiled and I leaned in and kissed him. 

“I was so worried.” I said when we pulled away. “Worried that i would be destined to someone else.”

“Well don’t worry your pretty head. We are destined to be together.”


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Author’s note: Sorry it took so long. I just started college up again this past week so things have been hectic. Hope you like it!

baby, you’re a caramel macchiatto

pairing: yoonseok
length: one shot, 4.3 words
genre: fluff, coffee shop au
rating: G
tags: fluff upon fluff, your average coffee shop au, idiots pining

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summary:  Hoseok didn’t want to admit to himself that he only came to this Starbucks for a specific reason. Reasons including that the coffee here was just better; it had nothing to do with a certain barista.

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DO U STILL TAKE REQUESTS?!?!? If you do, do you think you can write about Weiss getting jealous because Whitely seems to have developed a crush on rwby and then it eventually leads to weiss confessing ^\\\^


(I’m so sorry this is really not my best work but I hope you like it anyways.

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“Say something, Tessa.” Jem’s voice shook. “I fear that you think that I regret that night. I do not.” His thumb brushed over her wrist, the bare skin between the cuff of her dress and her glove. “I only regret that it came too soon. I—I would have wanted to—to court you first. To take you driving, with a chaperon.”

“A chaperon?” Tessa laughed despite herself.

He went on determinedly. “To tell you of my feelings first, before I showed them. To write poetry for you—”

“You don’t even like poetry,” Tessa said, her voice catching on a half laugh of relief.

“No. But you make me want to write it. Does that not count for anything?”

Tessa’s lips curled into a smile. She leaned forward and looked up into his face, so close to hers that she could make out each individual silvery eyelash on his lids, the faint white scars on his pale throat where once there had been Marks. “That sounds almost practiced, James Carstairs. How many girls have you made swoon with that observation?”

“There is only one girl I care to make swoon,” he said. “The question is, does she?”

She smiled at him. “She does.”

Chanyeol “You’re mine” scenario

Requested; Hiii ! Can I have a Chanyeol scenario where you get too close to Baek and he gets jealous and possessive and in he end you get dragged into Chanyeol’s lap where it turns into a make out session? Thanks :))))

A/N: Hii sorry for the long wait, I was forced to socialize lol i had fun doing this since Chanyeol is my bias from the exoness but yeeh this also caused me chest pains so i had to take a break several times so thanks for that lmao :)

Warnings: a lil makeout-sesh ahead

Thanks for requesting! Hope you like it!

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Baekhyun had come to your and Chanyeol’s house once again, he basically lived with you guys. You were happy that he came over because Chanyeol was working on some music so he didn’t have time to do anything with you.

Chanyeol was sitting on the sofa with his laptop in his lap. You and Baek were sitting on the floor playing some card game. As you were passing cards to each other you were talking about all kinds of stuff.

“Did I already tell you about how nervous Yeolie was before we went on stage for EXO’rDIUM?” Baek asked you with a laugh. You looked at him with a confused face and shook your head a no.

“Well, he was all nervous because he knew he’d have to show his abs but he wasn’t sure if it was good enough for you” He said with a laugh. Your jaw dropped.

“Yeolie-ah, is this true?” You asked with a smile. You thought it was cute if he really cared what you thought about him. Chanyeol lifted his head to look at you quickly and showing you a small smile before turning back to the laptop screen with a small blush on his cheeks. You chuckled.

“Awww, I mean, to clarify, I almost had a heart attack along with the other fans, like I haven’t seen him in months and to see that from the front row, oh my god” You gushed to Baekhyun. Chanyeol was listening secretly with a smile on his face. Baekhyun laughed.

“What about me then? Was I not good enough?” He asked with a fake hurt expression. You laughed.

“Maybe a little more work, then you’re there, just keep working out buddy” You said with a smile and patted his shoulder teasingly. He put a hand over his chest dramatically and gasped. He put down the cards he was holding and leaned close to you.

“Are you saying that my abs aren’t good enough?” He asked with squinted eyes. You just laughed, being used to teasing each other since you were really good friends with Baekhyun. If you weren’t so good friends you wouldn’t dare to joke about a subject like this.

“Abs? I don’t know if I’d call it that” You sassed. Baekhyun scoffed. He pushed you down to the ground and sat on your hips, straddling you, so you couldn’t kick him and started tickling you. You bursted out in laughter.

“Tell me my abs are good enough!” He yelled while tickling you.

“Never!” You shouted between laughing. He kept on tickling you until tears were running down your face from laughing so hard.

“Stop” You begged trying to catch your breathe.

“Only if you tell me my abs are good enough and I’m hot af” He laughed while slowing down the tickling a little bit.

“Okay okay, I’ll do it!” You surrendered. Baek stopped tickling you and pinned your hands over your head, waiting for you to say it.

“You’re abs are good enough and you’re hot af” You said breathlessly. Baekhyun smirked satisfied and let go of your hands and crawled off your lap.

What you didn’t know was that Chanyeol was done working and had been watching this tickle fight with a frown on his face.

You were still lying on the floor catching your breath. Chanyeol stood up from the sofa quietly and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. Baekhyun jumped up, noticing that Chanyeol was done working. He looked at you still laying on the floor. He bent down to pat your knee.

“Well, looks like my job here is done, goodnight Y/N” He smiled. You smiled back.

“Thanks for entertaining me, bye Baekkie” You laughed. He walked past the kitchen, yelling a quick bye to Chanyeol and made his way out of the door. You didn’t mind showing him the way out because he, like, lived with you two.

Chanyeol walked back to the living room where you were still laying on the floor just chilling. He walked to the the sofa and sat down. You noticed he wasn’t as happy and smiley as he usually was. You sat up on the floor studying Chanyeol’s profile. Suddenly he spoke up in a deep voice.

“Y/N-ah?” He asked with almost a monotone voice and without looking at you even once. You knew something was definetly off.

“Yeolie-ah, what’s wrong?” You asked, now a little worried in his sudden change of mood.

“Come here, baby” He said looking at you with a small smirk playing on his lips. You felt a shiver of excitement run down your spine as you walked to him. There was something different in his eyes. You stood in front of him, waiting for what he wanted next. He smirked up at you and just stared at you for a while. Your fingers were twitching because you weren’t sure if you should do something or just stand still. You didn’t get to think about that for long before he leaned forward a little bit and started to trail his fingers up your arms, barely even touching you, never breaking eye contact. The hairs on your neck stood on end from the small gesture. His hands wandered to your sides. Suddenly he pulled you into his lap so you were straddling him. You gasped quietly from the sudden move. Chanyeol smirked at your response. He leaned close to you, so your lips were almost touching his. You tried to lean forward to kiss him, tired of his teasing, but he just leaned back with a deep chuckle. He leaned close to you again but this time close to your ear. He spoke in a low voice that sent sparks exploding all over your body.

“You and Baek got quite close today, didn’t you?” He more like stated then asked. He let his lips graze your ear on purpose as he spoke. You now realised what this all was about. He was jealous. You shrugged the thought of how he could ever think that you would choose Baekhyun over him.

“I guess I need to remind you who you belong to” He said more to himself then you. He started leaving soft kisses on your neck. Those soft kisses turned more rough. You leaned your head back so he got better access to your neck. he found your sweet spot and started making a love bite there to mark you as his. He sucked on the skin before biting it lightly, then repeating it. When he was happy with his work he blew cold air on the spot to soothe it down. You whined in pleasure, clearly turned on from this action. You felt him smirk against your neck before he started to kiss along your neck until he reached your lips. He kissed you roughly but passionatly. You kissed back with just as much force and tangled your hands in his hair, slightly pulling. Chanyeol moaned into the kiss. His hands were roaming all over your body. You grinded down on his hips, which made him groan in pleasure. You took the opportunity to slip your toungue in his mouth, exploring the way too familiar place. Your tongues were playing a battle of who was the strongest. Chanyeol ended up winning of course. He smiled against your lips and pecked your lips one more time before he pulled away. He leaned back so his back was leaning against the sofa. You smiled at him teasingly.

“So you got jealous, huh?” You asked teasingly. Chanyeol blushed and muttering a ‘shut up’. You laughed.

“No, but you’re so important to me and I don’t wanna loose you” He explained quietly, looking down to hide his blush. You smiled at how cute and flustered he was when he just a second ago was so sexy and dominant.

“Aww, you’re just as important to me and you wouldn’t loose me to Baek, we’re just good friends, that’s all” You said pulling him in a hug. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face in your neck.

“Saranghae, Y/N” He mumbled in your neck. You smiled and mumbled an ‘I love you too’ in his hair. 

Dr. Lee - Doctor!Jooheon AU

Originally posted by biasedmadness

Warnings: None

Characters: Jooheon 

Word Count: 2.9k

Being a travel nurse had its perks sometimes. I was able to travel all around the country, meet new people, and experience new things. This time, however, was one of the few times I found more negatives than positives. I had been working in Seoul for two months so far, with only one month left and I was not ready to leave. In my two months being there, I had grown rather fond of one of the doctors that worked there. His name was Dr. Lee.

From the moment I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. Dark brown hair, plump lips, and the cutest dimples that could make the devil himself swoon. Aside from being absolutely stunning, he was also extremely funny and one of the most intelligent people I had come to known. I also quickly learned that he was the center of gossip for two nurses in particular that worked around him, and because I worked closely with him I also worked closely with them. They always talked with one another about how cute they thought he was, and how it was strange that he’s never married or even had a girlfriend the entire time he had been there. They had even begun speculating that he wasn’t interested in women, only because he never showed interest in the women that have flirted with him.

I was sitting in the break room with said two nurses, it was our lunch break and once again they got on the topic of Dr. Lee.

“It’s so sad that Dr. Lee doesn’t have any interest in women,” One of the nurses, Jiyeon, whined.

“You don’t actually believe that, do you?” I asked.

“Well, how else would you explain why he’s never even shown interest in anyone here?” She retorted.

“If I had a bunch of women hitting on me at work all of the time, I wouldn’t show interest either.”

“Oh, you’re no fun~!”

“Do you know who is also really cute? Dr. Chae!” The other nurse, Seoyeon, exclaimed.

“Oh, he is! He’s so tall and handsome!” They started talking about the things that made him cute, just like they had done many times before with Dr. Lee. Despite how much these two talked about that rumor, I didn’t believe it for a second. If I were him, I wouldn’t date either. Especially with all of those women hitting on him and with these two trying to dig into his personal life so much. 

I had to admit, I found find him to be extremely attractive, but I knew it wasn’t my place to pursue him. Plus, I would be gone in a month, and I didn’t see a point in trying to gain his affection.

“(Y/N), Dr. Lee is looking for you,” Another nurse came into the room to tell me. A set of “oooooo”s came from Jiyeon and Seoyeon, sounding like a group of schoolchildren when a child is called to the principal’s office. I excused myself, exiting and heading towards Dr. Lee’s office. 

I knocked on his door and entered, “You were looking for me, Dr. Lee?” I asked. He sat behind his desk, jotting down notes on a file he was reading. He looked up when I entered, “Ah yes I was. Sit, please,” He extended his hand to motion towards the chair in front.

“Are you free after your shift tonight?” I gave him a questioning look, so he explained further. “It’s your last month here, and I thought I’d take you out tonight as a thank you for assisting me the past couple of months.”

“Well, I am free. But wouldn’t that cause some to spread rumors about us? Jiyeon and Seoyeon seem to catch wind of everything that you do.” He let out a deep laugh, his dimples showing. “They already have a lot of rumors about me, so let them keep on I say.”

After my shift, he told me to head home and change into something nice. He said that he would pick me up around 8 p.m.  When he picked me up, we went to a rather fancy restaurant not too far from the hospital. We were seated immediately, he had apparently made reservations before he even asked me if I would come with him.

“If you said no, I was just going to toss you over my shoulder and drag you here,” He joked. The restaurant had a very sensual atmosphere. The candles on the tables were the source of most of the light in the restaurant, aside from the very dim lights in the ceiling.

“So, where are you going after you leave here?” He questioned, taking a sip of wine from his glass.

“I’m not too sure yet, to be honest. I believe I’ll be heading to Busan next, though,” I said, mimicking his actions and taking a sip of wine from my glass.

He started telling me about a friend of his that worked in one of the Busan hospitals, saying he could put in a good word for me.

“Have you ever thought about settling down somewhere?” He asked. Now that he brought it up, I actually hadn’t thought about it. One of the main reasons I became a travel nurse was for the experiences. I had met so many people I never would have if I was settled down at a particular place.

“Honestly, I haven’t. I’ve enjoyed my experiences that I never would have had the opportunity to experience otherwise. I also have met many wonderful and intelligent people such as yourself” I admitted.

“I see. I was actually asking because I was going to ask you if you wanted to become my personal physician’s assistant,” He said, causing me to get choked on my wine. I was caught off guard, to say the least.

“Why me? There are others that are far more qualified than I am. Why didn’t you ask Jiyeon or Seoyeon?” I questioned. He chuckled at my response, “Honestly, while they are very good at their job, I don’t trust them enough to ask one of them to fill the position. I’m not completely confident in their ability to give the job the attention it deserves. I’ve worked closely with you for a couple of months now, and I know you are perfect for the job,” He said.

I was at a loss for words. I hadn’t even thought about staying, but what he was offering was tempting. I did really enjoy working there, and he was by far my favorite doctor I had ever worked with. Despite being annoyed with how often those two nurses gossiped and went on about Dr. Lee, they had become close friends of mine in such a short amount of time.

“Well… What have I got to lose?”

A wide smile appeared on his face when I said this. He thanked me and then raised his glass, “A toast,” He said. We clinked our glasses together and took another drink. The rest of the dinner was mainly spent talking about my duties and what would be expected. Near the end, he brought up a strange question.

“Do you believe what they say?”

“What do you mean?” I asked. I assumed the ‘they’ he was referring to were Jiyeon and Seoyeon. They say quite a lot of things, so knowing what exactly he was referring to would be a shot in the dark. He could be talking about them saying that he wasn’t interested in women, but I didn’t want to offend him if that wasn’t what he was referring to.

“What they say about me. It doesn’t matter, though, it’s not important,” He replied. Other than that, he didn’t say another word about the subject. After dinner, he drove me back to my apartment. I invited him up for coffee, and he accepted. I handed him a cup of coffee and sat beside him at the table.

“What I was referring to at the restaurant was the rumor about me not liking women. I know you don’t, since I heard you in the break room talking with them one day. I just thought that hearing it from you would help me feel better,” He admitted.

“Of course I don’t believe it! It’s silly that they think what they do just because you don’t acknowledge women when they flirt with you. I mean, seriously. If I had a bunch of women around me hitting on me while I was working, I would act the same as well,” I ranted. He laughed at my tone, even clapping when I finished.

“I actually have my eyes set on someone,” He said, “And she is unlike all of the other women that work at the hospital.” Now that was something I didn’t expect to hear. I was the person that he was with the most, and surely I would have noticed or at least heard about this woman.

When I didn’t respond to his words he spoke again, “You, (Y/N). I’m talking about you,” He smiled his signature smile again, dimples and all.

Just like the moment when I first laid eyes on him, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t think of a response, I was in complete shock. He must have thought I was rejecting him because he started to get up to leave. I grabbed him by his arm and pulled his face down to mine, kissing him. When he didn’t return the kiss, I pull back. I thought I had made a mistake by being so forward, but then he pulled me in for another kiss.

“I didn’t want to tell you about my feelings because I knew that you would be leaving soon. Then the idea came to me of making you my personal physician’s assistant. When you accepted I wanted to pull you into my arms and kiss you then, but I knew I couldn’t do that at the moment. You’re different (Y/N),” He moved a lock of hair out of my face, “I knew that the moment you stepped into the hospital,” He finished his sentence and kissed me again. His lips were like silk against mine, it was one of the most soothing sensations I had ever felt. When our lips parted, it was as if time had stood still for those few short seconds.  

“You know, a certain two nurses will really have fun talking about this. I don’t know if I’ll ever get any work done if they know,” I joked. He pulled me into a hug, “As I said before, let them talk. All we have to do is stay quiet,” He pecked me on the lips once more.



A couple of weeks later, Jiyeon and Seoyeon talked about Dr. Lee more than ever. After we started going out, he became happier around the hospital. He had a bit of a spring in his step since then, and he had picked up whistling while he walked through the halls. That lead to many questions coming my way, asking if I knew what had him in a more chipper mood lately. Jiyeon was especially adamant about prying information out of me.

“You’re the closest to Dr. Lee, so if anyone should know it should be you!” Jiyeon’s questions were out of control. She kept insisting that I ‘tell her about his secret’ as she put it. I told her countless times that I knew nothing, and knew of no changes that have happened in his life to make him more upbeat. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, though.

“I think she knows, but she doesn’t want to betray Dr. Lee by telling us~!”

“Come on, tell us please!”

By that point, their prying for information was really giving me a headache. I didn’t want to tell them that we were dating, that would only make them ask even more questions and pry even more. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get any work done with them around, regardless of if they knew or not. I thought of a quick excuse that would get them to back off, but before I could say it their rambling stopped. I heard the whistling from down the hallway which could only mean one thing—Dr. Lee was coming. He came out of the hallway while twirling his stethoscope around beside him.

“(Y/N), can I borrow you really quick? I have something I’d like you to check out for me,” He said, grabbing a file off of the desk in front of me. I immediately took that as an opportunity to get away from being assaulted with questions, so I followed him down the hallway. I wasn’t sure where we were going, but I didn’t care as long as it would be quieter than where I was.

“I thought you had something for me to check out?” I asked, confused as to why we entered his office. He laid his stethoscope on his desk, “I heard the nurses nagging you earlier about me, so I thought I’d be your knight in shining armor and swoop in to save you. After all, we can’t have you getting stressed out now can we?”

He came up behind me and started massaging my shoulders, “Man, you are really tense,” He noted. “Yeah, my boss works me to death,” I teased.

“Are the nurses bothering you with all of their questions?” His hands left my shoulders and he wrapped his arms around my waist. “No, of course not.” Yes, they were bothering me quite a bit, but I didn’t want to let him know how much they were doing so. He saw through my act, though. “I know they are, that’s why you seem more stressed lately. It’s actually a little funny that so many useless questions can get you so worked up,” He chuckled, then he placed a kiss on my cheek.

“I don’t know why they are bothering me so much, but it’s like half of what I hear lately has to do with you. Jiyeon is the worst when it comes to bugging me about you, I have started avoiding her when I see her,” I laughed, thinking back to when I hid in a stairwell to avoid her. Her questions had started to drive me insane. It was as if bringing up Dr. Lee was something she had to do. She was ten times as worse when Seoyeon was around. 

“Do you think we should tell them, so they’ll stop bothering you?” We had agreed to not say anything about our relationship, knowing about the buzz it would cause and the questions it could bring up as to why I got the job and if I was competent enough to do the job. Now that he brought it up, though, it didn’t seem like that bad of an idea.

“What if someone brings it up as a conflict of interest?”

“Well, there’s not exactly anything that says workplace relationships are forbidden. And I did hire you before we started dating,” He pointed out. I rested my head against his shoulder, “I don’t know Jooheon, I just want this to go smoothly for us. I don’t want you to come under fire over this.”

We decided to not say anything, deciding that instead of telling any of our coworkers ourselves we would let them find out naturally. I was in the break room one afternoon when he decided to stop by.

I was pouring a cup of coffee when the door opened, Dr. Lee walking in. He came over to the coffee pot, kissed me on my cheek, and grabbed the pot and poured coffee in his cup. Jiyeon and Seoyeon were two of the ones in the room, and I could tell that they were watching us.

“What are our plans for the night?” He asked, leaning up against the counter.

“I was thinking takeout and a movie, how does that sound?”

“That sounds amazing, but I get to pick the movie this time,” He laughed and paused for a moment, “I have to get back to work, I’ll see you after my shift ends.” And with that, he left.

“Wait, (Y/N), you and Dr. Lee?”

“Why didn’t you tell us? See Jiyeon I told you that they had something special between them! I could tell just by the way they looked at one another!” Seoyeon started bragging about being right and Jiyeon not believing her.

“Don’t blame me, blame her! She kept the secret so well!”

“You sly woman! You’re why he’s been happier lately!”

The complete change in their attitudes and comments after that made me chuckle. I took a sip from my coffee as I sat down at the table. “I think I will really enjoy being here,”  I thought. I looked over at both of the girls beside me—who were now bickering over which one of them would ask Dr. Chae out first. “As long as these two are here to provide some entertainment for me of course.”

Imagine Negan getting you a cute puppy knowing how much you love dogs

(So i had two similar requests in which Negan finds a puppy for you so i decided to combined them (cause really it was only the breed that was diffrent XD) and in the end not specify the breed XD It’s super fluffy guys! So hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/Found it on google/Credit to the original owner.)

It was an early morning and Negan and his other men were out making some rounds.

You had wanted to go along with him, as it was your one year anniversary of being together as his only wife, but he had objected to it saying it wasn’t safe.

You thought he might’ve forgotten or something but before you could say anything else, he had left it at that and you were now in the kitchen eating angrily.


As he was out, Negan hadn’t forgotten about the anniversary one bit. He was nervous and kept thinking of how he should celebrate it with you. He knew he was going to give an unforgettable night but it wasn’t going to be enough compare to anything you ever gave him up until now.

He knew why you wanted to come out with him but he just wanted to prepare you a little something special and desperately needed to come up with something.

As he visited one of the other communities, he looked at some of the items they gave, thinking he can make a gift out of any of them but it just made him exasperated.

He kept cursing his frustration out and later just walked away to take a few deep breath. It surprised everyone and they just didn’t know what was going on.

Being curious and brave, Simon followed him and approached him and looking over at his face, said “Boss? Is something wrong? You’ve been acting pretty down since this morning…”

Negan didn’t want to admit anything yet and just brushed him off.

“Down? What am I a kid? There’s nothing wrong with me! There just ain’t shit in this place and we’re leaving! Tell everyone to get ready!”

He then stayed in deep thought for a little while and later crossed his arms like an angry child to walk away to get in the car.


They got to another places and just as the first one, there was nothing worth making a gift for you.

Eventually, he just wanted to beat someone to let his pent up anger out but ultimately just went to sit by some stairs to let out some steam.

Simon still a little worried walked over and sat next to him.

“Negan be honest…What’s wrong? It’s not like you to be this angry and depressed at the same time…It’s really off of you…”

Feeling like he should tell him, he exhaled and said “Listen closely cause I ain’t repeating shit…It’s my first year anniversary with Y/N…and I ain’t got shit to give her…I know she ain’t materialistic but I have to give something special to her so she could remember….You don’t just stay with one woman for a whole year only to offer her a night of intense fucking as a gift…That’s not enough! I have to give something else!”

Simon was taken aback and his expression didn’t hide it at all.

“Oh…a gift…”

He started to stammer and feel somehow as nervous as him. “Well, what does she likes? What has she always wanted?”

Negan shook his head, thinking about everything you ever told him about your past and just couldn’t seem to get a hang of it.


They then drove to another place and as Simon drove, Negan had his head propped on his hand while staring out the window.

He kept thinking about it and suddenly something outside caught his eye. He instantly sat up straight and in a loud voice ordered Simon to stop.

“Step on the break, Simon! Stop the car!”

Simon did as he was asked and was just in disbelief.


Before he could even get an answer, Negan had left the car and walked over to what he had spotted.

As he approached, he wasn’t deceived and crouched down. It was a little injured puppy, looking at it and hearing it whimper, made him weak and he just had to pick it up.

Carefully, approached his hand to it and was cooing at it to convince it he wasn’t going to hurt it.

“Come on, buddy…I’m not gonna hurt you…”

He finally picked it up and inspected it closely. It was a simple scratch on it’s paw and luckily it was something easy to treat.

He smiled of relief and as he pet it, it started to make lick his cheek, making him chuckle.

He then got up and was going back to the car but instead as he turned, he was met with the eyes of almost all his men.

They were all smirking and chuckling among themselves and obviously wanted to make fun of him.

He just stood there looking at them and for once felt a little embarrassed and it only got worst when someone passed a comment on him.

“So like that Negan is actually a softie who loves dogs!”

They laughed even harder and Negan decided to just play along. He laughed mockingly and said “Yeah! And what?! I have a soft spot for dogs! That bothers? Don’t act like this fucking cute ass puppy doesn’t make you just want to hold it!”

They all got silent for a moment and resumed laughing. He snickered at them and looking at the dog, he finally realized the perfect gift for you.

He remembered how much you talked about wanting a dog and how you missed the one you had before all this and knew that the instant he’d give it to you, you’d be more than happy.

He smiled and it made them laugh even more. He then scolded them and said “Yeah! Laugh all you want, at least I know someone at home will be more than happy to see me with this little guy in my hands!”

He put the puppy next to his face and smiled at them, only to than walk back to the cars and making everyone follow along.


It was late at night and after a long day of doing chores, you decided to take a break in your room and waited to give Negan his one-year anniversary gift.

You took a nap and suddenly heard a knock on the door. You sat up and heard it again. As you got up to open, you saw to your surprise Negan facing his back at you.

It was uncommon for him to knock as he’d usually just barge in, so you had a feeling he was up to something.

As he heard the door opening, he chuckled and said your name sweetly.

“Y/N…I’m sorry for being a dick this morning and not letting you go along…”

You chuckled back at him and leaning in the door frame, replied “Negan, you know I love sincere apologies where I can see your face…please turn around…”

He exhaled and still not facing you, continued “Wait you didn’t let me finish! What I was saying was i’m sorry…but I only said that because I didn’t want you to see the surprise I got you…”

It surprised you to hear him saying he remembered your anniversary and you had to let it out.

“Really? You remembered our anniversary?”

He was taken back and replied “Of course I did! How can I forget!

You chuckled hearing his resigned tone and how serious he seemed.

You suddenly got a little more intrigued and stood up straight trying to peak at him.

"Alright…What did you get me? What is it? Show me!”

He kept turning away from you and you both couldn’t help laughing.

“Wait babe not yet! Try guessing what I got you!”

As he said that, you then heard a faint little bark and instantly, you got excited and started to giggle.

“Negan! Did you get me a dog?! Oh my god! Show it to me!”

You made a quick move to catch a glance at him and the dog and finally saw it.

Your expression was priceless and it made his heart melt to see you so happy and excited.

He let you pet the dog and eventually just had to hand it to you. The puppy got all excited as well and was squirming to lick your face.

You both laughed and walked into your room to continue giving affection to the cute little puppy. You talked and talked to one another about the future with the little dog and it made you both smiled.


As you both sat playing with it, you noticed how  happy he was as well and you just couldn’t believe how thoughtful he was.

You looked him in the eyes and in a hush tone, you said “Thank you, Negan…You remembered how much I love dogs and made a memorable gift for our one year anniversary….This is the best…”

He shyly smiled back at you and just nodded feeling so proud of himself. He then pulled you closer to him and kissed you.

He then pulled back and looked at you lustfully and grabbing your waist to pull onto his lap.

“You’re welcome babe…but there’s more than just that…I’m gonna give something else…”

You chuckled knowing what he meant and as you kissed him back, you then told him, “Don’t you want to know what gift I got you?”

He smirked and raising an eyebrow, said “And what special gift do I get for being with you and…only you for a whole year…”

He started to trail kisses along your neck and as it tickled you, you chuckled.

“Negan…The gift I got you…Is…That i’m pregnant…”

He stopped and looked at you in the eyes. You were smiling at him and got a little teary eyed.

His expression soften and smiling back at you, he hugged you tightly and started to thank you.

“Really…You are? This is amazing! It’s the fucking best gift I could ask for!”

As he said that, you hugged him tightly and the puppy barked at the two of you, making you both chuckle.

He looked back at you and said, “Looks like you’re going to have a lot of company, Y/N!”

anonymous asked:

You can mess me up with angst pls but have a fluff ending maybe so I don't die? (: -kihyun anon

I can’t promise a fluffy ending but i can promise you won’t die. Angst is definitely my weakest genre. like by a lot :(

original request:  Can i request a kihyun scenario where you just fuck me upppp please I cannot handle this boy rn! You can do whatever you want with the plot just mess with my feels pls i cri

Originally posted by hshi

You Made Me Feel So… (Kihyun)

Warning: Some swearing.

A/N: I was really skeptical about doing this because I take my lyrics very seriously and I’m absolutely terrified of them being stolen and like claimed by someone else before i ever have the courage to record them… that being said I’m swallowing my fear for the sake of the story and adding original lyrics that I wrote. Meaning they belong to me! They are my intellectual property! Please don’t take my lyrics ):

The butterflies in your stomach are ridiculous. This is by no means your first show. In fact you’ve preformed several time. Small night clubs and bars love your voice and often call you whenever they need live vocals. This felt different for some reason though. Who are you kidding you know exactly why it feels different. It’s because it’s the first show Kihyun will be attending.

The two of you have been friends for several years. Naturally you’d developed feelings. How could you not when he’s just so… perfect. Everything from his smile, to his voice. His honesty, and loyalty to his friends. His sense of humor and the way he just seemed to brighten any room, no matter the previous mood.

“Y/N!” You heard his voice call. He’d made it. You turn around with a ginormous smile on your face, ready to greet the man of your dreams. That smile is quick to fall as you see the girl hanging from his arm.

Yoon HaNa. She’s an up-and-coming singer planning to kill the scene with her ‘innovative’ cute but sexy concept and ‘impressionable’ vocals. To you she’s sub-par at best. Her hooks are catchy but her harmonies are sloppy, her lyrics hold no substance and she sings with no emotion. Not to mention the whole “I’m cute, now look at my butt” concept is beyond played out. You know who she is. You’d been around her several times. She, like you, was friends with all of Monsta X, and ha been for several months now. But what you don’t know is why she’s latched to your Kihyun.

“Y/N!” Kihyun calls again making you snap back to reality. You muster up the most realistic natural smile you can.

“You made it!” You enthuse, and hug him tightly.

He returns your affection before pulling back and gesturing toward HaNa. “HaNa is a really big fan. I figured your show would be the perfect setting for our first official date.” He beams. He looks happy.

You catch yourself before your smile falls, “You two are dating?”

HaNa smiles, “Yeah. He made things official yesterday. I didn’t even know he was interested.” She giggles.

“Yeah, me neither.” You laugh.

“Y/N. Show time.” Your manager calls.

You nod in his direction and turn back to face Kihyun and HaNa, “Well… I hope  you guys enjoy the show. I’ll see you after, right?”

“No actually. We’re leaving right after to grab dinner. We’ll hang out some other time.” Kihyun smiles.

You nod and make your way to the stage. How were you going to pull this off? How could you go up on stage and sing all of your happy songs while your heart is breaking? How?

You’d gotten through your main set… barely. The crowd could tell you were less then proud of your performance. You’d watched Kihyun and HaNa the entire time as they curled up into each other against the bar, whispering back and forth, and gleefully laughing. Your heart broke piece by piece as you imagined yourself in her position… where you should be.

Kihyun and you made eye contact. He nodded at you to tell you he and HaNa were leaving… You smile and watch as he wraps his arms around her waist and lead you to the exit.

Once they’re gone…. you sigh, Into your microphone. The crowd is looking at you expectantly.

“Look I know I’ve given a less than impressive show o far…” You say as you look out at the bored faces. “Let me make it up to you… Mike,” you call out to your guitarist friend who always helped you during shows. “Just play whatever. Make it slow and mellow.”

And he did. It was simple and easy to follow. Without need for your instruction the keyboard player and the drummer both joined in, then the saxophone player. The house DJ even began to add some synthesizers. A mellow R&B beat filled the entire bar.. and you let your emotions pour out.

“Is that your girlfriend..

Over there with the long hair

and brown eyes

slim waist, and slim thighs.”

Kihyun enters the bar again. He’d forgotten his jacket and was just returning to get it. Then he heard the music. A beat he’d never heard before was bouncing off the walls of the small space, and lyrics he’d never heard you prepare were spilling from your lips. He stilled and watched you. Eyes closed in concentration as your feelings poured out.

“She’s an aspiring singer with no talent, but sucking dick and not gagging

she hates all your favorite movies and she acts just like a groupie.”

He started to get upset… it was pretty clear you were talking about HaNa. and yet he stayed to listen… and as your lyrics continued on, he finally began to understand.

“I’ll just gt rid of my feelings

I’ll slowly swallow my pride

Can only hope in the process that i choke on it and die

So I don’t witness this shit show

Where I;m taken for granted

Where I’m labeled as a friend

and she labels you her man.”

Kihyun watches on in amazement, Your eyes have yet to open and you lightly begin to sway letting the music carry you. Your voice is as beautiful as it normally is, which surprises him because he’d be the first to say your performance earlier wasn’t as good as normal.

“Like she care’s bout your opinions

lends an ear when no one listens

Like she knows your insecurities 

like how your mouth goes crooked when you smile

I find it charming though, always have and always will

but I realize more and more I’m just the girl that’s her for years.”

Kihyun finally snaps into his senses and grabs his coat. He can’t dwell on your lyrics. If he does… he’ll be trapped here with his thoughts forever. Instead of on a date with… the girl of his dreams…

“And for some reason i can’t cope

Think I hid it for too long babe.”

Your eyes open and fall to where Kihyun and HaNa had been sitting. To your surprise Kihyun is standing there. Staring directly at you. The instruments are still playing all around you and you quickly search your brain for words.

“You made me feel so..” Your mind falls short and use lose the words… So you repeat them.

“You made me feel so…” But again the words fall short. Kihyun and you keep eye contact and your feelings begin to well up. He’s the first to break and he quickly begins to exit the bar once again.

“And now I can’t…” You finish coolly and wipe at you eyes.

The small space erupts in applause. You give a tight lipped smile and bow toward the audience. You turn to face your friends that are on stage with you. Mike gives a sympathetic smile and pulls you into a tight hug which you’re quick to accept. You need it.

Hope you enjoyed!! If you aren’t happy with the ending I could make a fluffy part 2. I just lacked ideas on ways to make this fluffy. By all means send in a request with some suggestions. And remember, all request are currently open.

- admin aj

The Morning Before

Summary: One night can lead to the rest of your life, and Natsu wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Words: 2874

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @snogfairy !!!! I thought long and hard about betraying you with this but then decided I didn’t want to be brutally murdered and so here is your gift! I hope you enjoy it and that you have a fabulous day full of gifts and alcohol and adoration! (Though most of your days are filled with adoration… and alcohol, bc germans love their beer right? I kid, I kid) But yes, LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU AND HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY. 

Sunlight filtered in through the open curtains as they stirred from the summer breeze. Natsu could hear the gardens outside waking. The humming of the birds and the patter of hurried feet on the gravel as the servants began their daily chores.

Natsu himself should have awoken well before dawn. And yet here he was, lazily blinking open his eyes and letting the cool breeze caress the skin of his chest that was left uncovered by the silken sheets. Silk sheets… that were not the same as the rough blankets in his own quarters. These sheets were not his own.

The events of last night hit him like a wave as he took in the sight of his armour scattered across the plush carpets. The dress that had hung from the shoulders of the Princess the night before, the same dress he had quietly admired from afar, lay among the pieces of his armour. The pink fabric of the bodice torn in two, and the skirts discarded in an ungraceful heap.  

He turned to the figure laying in the bed beside him. Her back was exposed, her skin looked as pale and smooth as milk. It made him think of cream. His mouth watered the longer he stared. He knew how that skin tasted. How it seemed almost to glow when covered with a light sheen of sweat. He knew how her hair- now spread across her pillow like a golden puddle that gleamed in the sun- looked when it was tangled between his fingers. The way it matted to her temples, the way her mouth formed that perfect ‘O’ when he-

Natsu gulped.

He had slept with the Princess.

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