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[I'm On Fire] - Part 1

Jeffrey x Reader

[Shoutout to @theartofimagining13 for inspiring this prompt: Jeffrey picking you up from school, and the scandal when everyone who thought he was your father, finds out he’s actually your boyfriend]

A/N: okay I’m definitely scared to post LOL but I saw a lot of people wanted this prompt written so I thought I’d give it a go! This is a AU!Jeffrey, and I hope I do this prompt justice especially since so many people got pumped for it. ENJOY 💕also just a shoutout to my awesome betas for giving me the confidence to post this piece! Xoxo if you have ideas how want this to go send me some.

Tags: 18+, daddy kink, lots of smut next chapter ;)

gif by @mypapawinchester


“…Now I can tell by your faces that you’re all ready to get the hell out of here. I know, I know…it’s a Friday…and being indoors is the last thing you guys want. But before you leave, I just want to discuss your recent papers. I must say I was fairly disappointed in most of them…”

Professor Lincoln paced back and forth in front of the lecture hall, his piercing blue eyes staring down his students. “When discussing historic analysis, I don’t expect you to just give me the facts. I want more depth in these essays…make connections to our world today, and to previous things that have already happened. I know from our in-class discussions you are smarter than what you sound like on paper. With that in mind, I will now formally dismiss the class. Please, think about what I’ve said, and enjoy your weekend!”

He went behind his desk, each student trudged their way forward picking up their essays with a dismal look on their face. Many of them underestimated how tough he was by his cool personality. Standing in the back of the line, you nervously held your history book close to your chest with one hand, while fidgeting at the hem of your skirt with the other. You approached his desk, the sound of your black heeled ankle boots echoing in the now empty room.

“Ahhh…(Y/N)? Correct?” He leaned back against his chair, your essay secured between his fingers.

“Yes” You responded, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. You saw how the girls swooned in class over him, but that isn’t what is making you feel nervous at this moment. He was the head of the History department, and you knew he was a hard man to impress. All you were praying for was at least an average grade.

You saw a small smile spread across his face, as he handed you your essay. Other than a few red marks here and there, there was a massive ‘A’ written on the top right corner. “You know, for my quietest student, you definitely know how to impress with your words” He said, his accent melodic in your ear. He crossed his leg over the other, proud to see the accomplishment on your face. “I’d like to hear you speak up more in class, and I look forward to reading your work in the future”

“Thanks Professor!”, you responded. You slid the paper between your hardcover textbook, and said your goodbye before making your way out of the classroom. You were greeted by your two closest friends, Phoebe and Regina. “And how did our nerd do on her history paper?” Phoebe asked, the three of you making your way through the hallways of the building.

“Oh please, can’t you see that look on her face? Little Miss Smartass killed it, just like I knew she would” Regina wrapped her arm around your shoulder giving it a squeeze.

The three of you made it to the outdoor courtyard. The pale grey stone laced with ivy green vines surrounded you. The gargoyles protectively scanned the skies above watching the sun hide behind the marshmallow clouds, as a gust of an early autumn breeze blew past. You snuggled in your favorite knitted white sweater, inhaling the sweet scent of fall. After ordering your drinks at the coffee kiosk, the three of you found your usual spot on the wooden benches.

You spent your last four years of high school invisible. The good girl whose head was buried in her books; that was your reputation. When you first came to university last year, you were hoping for things to be different. Despite your efforts, adjusting turned out to be harder than expected. You were trying to find your place among an eclectic group of people. It wasn’t until your second semester where things finally seemed to settle into place…in more perfect ways than you could even imagine.

“Are we still going out tomorrow night?” Regina asked, taking a sip from her latte.

“As long as we don’t go to that stuffy club on Green…” You scrunched up your face in disgust, “Oh! There’s a new tapas place that just opened, how does that sound? Some delicious food, good music?” You raised your brows suggestively in their direction.

“Yes! That sounds like fun” Phoebe added on, she glanced behind you, her eyes widening as someone caught her attention. “Julian!”

Every time Julian was around, it was a constant reminder of how vulnerable you were when you first came. You fell for his pretty boy eyes, and captivating personality. He was popular, with over half the student body fawning over him…and he liked you. The combination was hard to resist at the time. He was the reason people knew your name, your brief relationship turning into a romanticized story with a number of supporters who followed it. Somewhere along the way, you realized how wrong you were for him. Even more importantly…how wrong he was for you. You earned the reputation of being the first girl to break his heart, and he never fully recovered.

“And how are my three beautiful girls today?“ He asked, sliding next to you. The charisma in his tone prompting you to roll your eyes.

“Discussing plans for tomorrow…you should definitely join if you’re free”

You noticed him quickly glance in your direction, “Sorry, I’ve got to finish up a paper. Let me tell you, whoever said final year would be a breeze, definitely lied…” He ran his fingers through his black hair, breathing out a heavy sigh. “…I’m getting old”

HA! You nearly choked on the dark roast you swallowed. You two may have agreed to remain friends, but you could see right through him. “Age is but a number” You stated with a sage tone, bringing the cup back to your lips.

His eyes lingered on your mouth, longer than you were comfortable with before changing the subject. “Whats your next class?”.

“Art History” you answered, pressing the button on your iPhone to check the time. “…which we are going to be late to if we don’t get going”. You unlocked the phone screen, swiping right to look at the message you just received.

JD: >> Mind if we cancel dinner and stay in?

>> You make staying in sound like that’s a bad thing.

JD: >> Trust me, it works out fucking perfectly on my end.

You felt your cheeks burn reading your last message. “(Y/N)? Art History, remember?” Phoebe snapped you out of your thoughts. “Right, I’m coming”, you looped your arm under the strap of your handbag, quickly swallowing the last drop of your coffee and headed towards your group.


JD: >> What’s the name of the Roman wall that bordered Britain?

>> Hadrian’s Wall?

JD: >> It doesn’t fit, there’s a goddamn ‘P’ in there that’s throwing me off.

>> Ohhh yeah they made it a bit difficult. It’s also called Picts Wall…and are you finishing the crossword puzzle without me?!

JD: >> Relax, baby. It’s not the one you and I have been working on. How much longer do you think you’ll be?

>> 20 minutes xx


“Do you think I should invite him tomorrow night?” Regina bit her bottom lip, her deep set eyes focusing on her bright phone screen.

“Go for it!” Julian egged her on, “I know Jacob, he’s a pretty great guy”

“The more the merrier” You chimed, following your group out to the parking lot. “Let’s try and shoot for 8:00 though”

“Please tell me you’re not going to be occupying your weekend time studying” Phoebe groaned.

“On the contrary, I actually have plans, so I’ll meet up with you guys right after”

“Do you need a lift home?” Julian asked, a little eager than anticipated.

You tucked a strand of hair shyly away from your face, “Uhh…no. I actually have someone picking me up”. You haven’t exactly explained to your friends that you were in a new relationship with a guy you’ve only ever fantasized about. You didn’t mean to keep it a secret, but the subject never actually came up. You weren’t exactly going to bring it up either, as you were desperately trying to avoid the aftermath. From being invisible, to becoming the student capturing the attention of almost the entire university, you still tried to keep your life personal. You knew that most people were hoping that you and Julian would get back together and rekindle your seemingly perfect relationship. This revelation was only going to start unnecessary drama.

“Oh, we can just wait then…” He continued, hoping to spend just a few seconds longer in your presence.

“Don’t worry about” Your eyes catching onto the green truck parked in the corner of the lot under a tri-colored tree. A group of girls walking past took a double take of the driver before giggling amongst themselves. “My ride is over there”

Phoebe and Regina’s eyes followed your gaze, with Regina’s jaw almost dropping on sight. “Oh my gosh! I didn’t know your dad was picking you up!” She blurted without thinking. “I must say, he’s quite the silver fox…”

“Oh wow!Yeah, he is handsome!…I thought your parents weren’t coming until next weekend? Can we say hello?”

“Hold up, that’s your dad? He isn’t anything what I expected him to be…” Julian looked at you with curiosity, the three of them staring at the older man sitting in the driver’s seat.

Your face turned fifty shades of red. This definitely is going to be a lot harder to explain. If your friends just assumed he was your dad, most likely every other person that saw him did too. “You think he’s my father?” was all could muster up in response. You watched at how simultaneously the expression on their faces changed. “Well…who else could it be?” Phoebe asked.

You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow” You innocently brushed aside her question as you waved your fingers goodbye, strutting towards the vehicle.

He had his windows rolled down, his eyes fixated on the newspaper, tapping his pencil against the steering wheel. You rested your elbow on the window, a few students who walked past eyed you as you stood by this strange gentlemen’s car. You cleared your throat, hoping to get a reaction out of him, but instead you were received with one of his slender fingers gesturing you to wait.

“Four letters, starts with ‘R’ and it means ‘excessively abundant’” His deep voice ran straight through you as he asked his question.

“Rife…” you pursed your lips, not pleased by his response.

That killer smile spread across his face, he wrote out the word before shoving his newspaper by his side. He removed his glasses, tucking them perfectly into the pocket of his leather jacket. When he finally turned face to you, he made the blood stop flowing through your veins. “You gettin’ in or what?”

“Well, it’s nice to see you finally notice me”, you teased. You made your way around the truck, stepping into the front seat. The car smelled of fresh tobacco, a sign that he tried to sneak in a quick smoke, a nervous habit he couldn’t kick. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring the bike”

“It’s at the shop right now, I’ll have to pick it up tomorrow” His eyes scanned down your body, his tongue licking his bottom lip taking notice of your dangerously short skirt. “You look good in plaid. I must say, it is giving me a few ideas…” He winked in your direction, you could see the naughty twinkle in those hazel eyes.

“Behave, Jeffrey…” You cut him off, but it didn’t stop the goosebumps from spreading all over your body. You were tempted to tease back, but noticing the crowd of people blatantly staring at the both of you, including your group of friends, was enough to stop you from doing anything. “Want to hear something funny?”

“Does it have anything to do with why the entire goddamn campus is staring at us right now?”

You responded with a cheeky giggle, feeling silly for even mentioning it to him. “My friends all thought you were my dad”

Jeff arched his brow in your direction. “Jesus…your fuckin’ kidding me, right?”. He shook his head with slight irritation, it was cute how sensitive he felt about the age gap between you two. “Does that include your idiot ex?”

“Do I detect a hint of jealousy in your tone?” You playfully taunted.

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “Jealous? You and I both know that he can’t do any of the things that I do to you…”

“Apparently you weren’t what he was expecting…daddy” You purred, completely unaware of how erotic that sounded in Jeff’s head.

“Well fuck, sweetheart. Hearing it come from you sounds a whole lot better”. A sly grin curved his mouth upward. You felt him brush his fingers on your bare thigh, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck. Without warning, he brought your carnation pink lips onto his own. He wasn’t holding back the intensity of his kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his fingers tugged around the locks of your hair. A quiet moan escaped your lips when you felt his beard tickle your soft skin. You immediately forgot your surroundings, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck bringing him closer to your body. You could feel the heat between your legs when he brushed his other hand up teasing you by resting his hand right under the hem of your skirt. He nibbled at your bottom lip, grunting in a low, husky tone as he broke the kiss.

“You’re going to stir up quite the scandal, Dr. Morgan” you spoke breathlessly, recovering from your heightened moment.

He stroked your cheek with his thumb, “Darlin’….you knew exactly what you signed up for when you decided to get involved with a man like me”. You felt his hand graze the fabric of underwear with a light touch, maintaining eye contact with you. “Let’s get the hell out of here…” he whispered, “Daddy’s got a few things he wants to take care of”

Your body pulsed with anticipation. You could sense the glares outside penetrate through the protective barrier of the car, feeling as though everyone could hear his taboo words. The excitement of what to come ran rampant through your mind. You pressed your chest up against his arm, brushing your lips past his ear. “Does that include me?” you spoke softly, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek.

He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes for the brief second your lips touched his skin. He reversed the car out of the parking lot, driving away from the plenty of jaw dropping students who surely would have a lot to say about this by Monday.


Part 2 

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The Ultimate Mistake

REQUESTED – “Could you please write a imagine where y/n and justin are fighting and justin slaps her in the heat of the moment and you can continue from there”

He promised her tonight would be different. No distractions, no interruptions, just her and him, celebrating the conclusion of another successful tour. She knew she was stupid to believe him, to believe that this time would be any different than all the other times he promised “alone time”, and yet here she was, sitting on the same black leather barstool for the last three hours, alone in a crowded nightclub, with her fourth, lime green, ‘Midori Sour’ in between her ring covered fingers. Her eyes hatefully were fixed on the picture perfect couple before her, sensually dancing to a familiar pop song she couldn’t quite put her finger on; he had his large tattooed arms wrapped around her small, petite body, his lips nibbling at the tanned skin along her neck, and all Y/N could think about while she sipped on her strong alcoholic drink, was how hours before, his lips had been doing that to her, in more intimate places.

“He’s an asshole,” The bartender, Ryan- his name tag read, says as he places another full drink in front of the girl who had captured his attention since she walked through the nightclub doors. He had seen her come in with the others, clinging to the arm of a perky lime green haired girl, he recognized as Kylie Jenner, the two dancing and giggling as they weaved their way through the crowd to the VIP section. Justin and Selena had followed closely behind them, Justin’s eyes seeming to never leave the back of Y/N in the deliciously skin tight, black, lace-up, body-con dress that stuck to her like it was meant to be there. “Gomez, man, she’s not even that pretty.” Ryan continues, a stunning grin taking over his lips as he leans against the bar, his eyes meeting Y/N’s slightly glossy bright blue eyes. His comment, although sweet, was untruthful, and neither of them were naïve enough to deny that: Selena Gomez was stunning, as she always had been, and thanks to her recent break up with Abel a.k.a the ‘Weeknd’, her bright red revenge dress was easy to pull attention.

“Oh, so you’re a bartender and a comedian, cute.” Y/N retorts, laughing slightly at his useless comment to make her feel better as she downs the rest of the drink in her hands and starts on the next one he placed before her. She had to admit Ryan was cute, with his perfectly styled bleach blonde hair and his strong jawline she noticed tightened when he was interested in something, but she had a blonde of her own, even if he was being a cotton headed bitch ass, and no one has ever had her heart like he did.

“I thought Jelena was done anyways.” Ryan said, continuing to clean the crystal clear wine glass in his hand, hanging it up on the rack, his eyes never leaving hers. Y/N rolls her eyes at the immature ship name, focusing on a strand of her perfectly curled blonde hair that she twists and untwists around her perfectly manicured pointer finger.

“They are.” She replies back almost instantly. “They were.” Y/N corrects, glancing over her shoulder once again to see Justin whispering something in Selena’s pierced ear and watching the girl in his arms laugh as if it’s the funniest thing she’s ever heard.

Ryan watches as Y/N’s body cringes in response to the intimate gesture of the couple in front of her, no matter how hard she tries, it’s clear that the way the two hold each other bothers who, and he can only imagine the empty promises he had spoken to the girl Ryan would kill to make smile again. When Y/N’s eyes travel back to his, a lifeless smile pulls on her red lips as she takes another sip of her drink, tapping the home button on her iPhone 7 to check the time. He catches a selfie of her and Justin as her home screen before the screen goes black again. “Why don’t you go cut in? Show her why he’s been with you all this time.” Ryan says, although the statement pains him, knowing it would hurt to see her dancing with another guy when he wanted it so badly to be him.

Y/N laughs in response. He had no idea who Justin was, or who she was, for that matter. The relationship between the two of them was almost impossible for anyone but themselves to understand, and honestly, she liked it that way. “You don’t get it,” she spits without thinking about what she’s saying. “Justin’s not “with” anyone. Just because he’s fucking me doesn’t mean he wants anything more from me.” Ryan flinches at her blunt words, wishing he could take the pain away from this wonderful stranger that just walked into his life. He knew guys like Justin all too well, hell, he had been one himself, and knowing that only made him hate Justin more. The two sat in a comfortable silence, Y/N drowning her sorrows in alcohol, Ryan thinking of ways to not go over and punch Bieber in the face, and as he dropped his dish towel onto the counter before him, signaling for one of his employees to take over his spot, he pulls the glass from Y/N’s hands. “Hey!”

“Dance with me,” Ryan states, pushing a blonde strand of her hair from her eyes. From the corner of his eye, Ryan can see Justin’s attention perking up, his eyes following Ryan’s hand as it falls slowly down Y/N’s bare arm.

“Dance with you? Don’t you have work to do?” Y/N says, although dancing with Ryan seems more appealing then she lets on. Ryan chuckles, shaking his head as he runs a hand through his hair and jumps up on the counter, sliding over to the other side and landing on his feet just a few inches to Y/N’s right.

“I guess that’s the perks of owning the bar.” Ryan shrugs grabbing Y/N’s hand and pulling her to the dance floor. In that moment, laughter escaping from her lips, Y/N is happy for the first time tonight and she willingly allows Ryan to pull her to the dance floor, positioning them in the middle of the sweating and grinding bodies around them. Ryan steps behind Y/N’ pulling her body to his, and it takes her only a second to fall into the beat of ‘One Dance’  by ‘Drake’, her hips swaying perfectly against his. Y/N smiles, enjoying the feeling of being wanted by someone as Ryan’s hands roam her body, but the feeling last for only a moment before her arm is being pinched by a strong muscular hand and she is roughly pulled away from Ryan’s warm inviting body.

Justin, from across the dance floor, grew furious on the spot, pushing Selena’s arms off his body and ignoring her protests as he pushes through the crowded nightclub, his eyes fixed on Y/N and the arms of another man intimately around her. He knew he had been a jerk, ignoring her all night for Selena after he promised tonight would be different, but he had gotten so caught up in his feelings for her, he had forgotten the girl that had fought so hard to fix him for the last six months. “Justin, stop!” Y/N calls, as he drags her through the dance floor, his eyes glued to the back entrance that he knew led to an alleyway as Y/N clawed at his fingers digging into her arm. “Justin!” she cries again as they finally reach the door, rage lining his vision. His heart was racing, his palm sweating, how dare she just fall into the arms of another man when one night doesn’t go her way. “Justin stop, your hurting me.” Y/N says, causing Justin to hault in his steps and turn to face Y/N, her blue eyes shimmering with tears. Carefully he releases her arm watching as Y/N takes a deep breath and pushes past him, exiting through the door and not once looking back to see if he had followed.

“What the fuck was that?” Justin growls once the two of them are outside the nightclub, the loud music faint in the distance as Y/N rests her back against the brick building, rolling her eyes at Justin’s anger. “Are you sleeping with that asshole?” Justin asks, hating but ignoring the jealous side of him that began to rear its head. Y/N’s jaw drops in shock at his words. She knew that Justin was jealous, he always had been, but his words hurt to know that he thought she could just easily sleep with whoever sparked an interest in her.

“Of course not, Justin. How can you even say that? The only asshole I’m sleeping with here is fucking you!” Y/N yells, unable to control the pent up anger she’s felt all night long. “You promised tonight would be different, you promised she wouldn’t be here, you promise and you lied. I should have known I couldn’t trust you, how could I even think I would be a thought in your mind when your head is shoved so far up Selena’s ass that you can’t even think for yourself!” Before he or she knew it, Justin’s hand collided with Y/N’s cheek. He wanted to blame the alcohol, or the fact that he knew deep down Y/N danced with that other guy to make him upset, but he couldn’t deny that it had been his fault. He had made the ultimate mistake and there was no going back.

Y/N stumbled back, her left hand clutching her cheek as she looked into Justin’s eyes, tears immediately starting to fall. She had never seen him like this before, eyes black, the emotion on his face one she couldn’t recognize, and as he saw the tears fall down her cheeks, streaking her mascara she had worked so hard to perfect, his heart fell into his stomach. Justin reached out for her, wanting to do nothing but apologize for what he had done. “Baby, I’m so sor-”

“No.” Y/N said, shaking her head as Justin continued to reach for her. “No!” she screamed, so loud she thought she might strain a vocal cord. “Don’t touch me. Don’t you dare fucking touch me.” She cried, backing up away from him as quickly as she could. “You will never get to do this to me again, you will never hit me again.” She mumbled, but couldn’t decide if it was to him or herself. Tears began to fall from his own eyes as Y/N turned her back on him and began jogging down the alley way, her hair flying out behind her, and the worst part? He stood and watched her go, not taking a single step to stop her.

- I hope you guys like this imagine!! Please let me know your thoughts, leave me any comments, and request request request, love you all so much!

Breaking Younow

just a short lil one shot for you :3 

Prompt: Hey I have a prompt for you :) Ok, so Dan’s in the middle of a younow. He’s talking about something then gets a call from his mom. She starts talking really fast giving Dan no time to tell her that he’s in the middle of a younow. She asks him how his boyfriend’s doing (phil) Dan says something like I don’t know what you’re talking about. Dan’s mom starts to freak out because she thinks Dan and Phil broke up (they didn’t) ending is up to you :)

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none 

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Hungry Like a Wolf pt. 8



Pt 1

Will add links to previous chapters when laptop is free, still can’t figure out how to hyperlink on this tablet.

You lay like that for a while, for how long, you were too contented to gauge.

“It’s getting late.” he breathed into your hair. The hand stroking your back traveled to your thigh, giving you quick little squeeze and a pat that was just on the right side of what could be considered, friendly…like how one would pat a dog. You felt his body shift as he gently pushed you back, you barely suppressed the sigh of disappointment from escaping your lips, still swollen from his kisses.

The time you spent in his lap, your head draped contentedly over his shoulder, breathing in his scent, had been the longest span of time in a while where your mind was able to quite for once. You wanted to stay there.

“Yeah… 4:30 comes pretty early.” You replied quietly as you slid off his lap, settling beside him again, you reached for your iPhone, checking the time, 9:45 p.m.

There was a heavy air to the room, suddenly. You frowned to yourself and stared absentmindedly at a copy of Time Magazine that was laying open on the antique oak coffee table. You had had no more than a few moments of comfort in the afterglow, before things were seemingly right back to where they had been before. You suddenly felt a feeling of shame wash over you, you just basically came on a stranger’s leg within mere hours of meeting them.

Lost in thought, you sat there playing with your keys and phone in your hands, your body perched on the edge of the couch seat. Your body was in flight mode, prepared to make your exit and escape your mortification, you just hadn’t found the proper parting words yet. What could you say, ’ Thanks for the wine and the dry hump?’

He stretched his arms out and then above his head and yawned animatedly before turning his gaze to meet yours, a gesture you could sense he immediately regretted, as it could come off as rude. Leaning back into the cushions, he reached in his sweater pocket and pulled out a pack of Camels. He lit a cigarette before holding the pack out towards you, offering you one wordlessly.

You didn’t really smoke, but you took one anyway.

Lighting the cigarette and taking a careful drag, you couldn’t help but wonder something. What exact affliction did he suffer from that caused him to be confined to a wheelchair? Was he in some sort of accident? You inwardly admonished yourself for only now thinking about this, you had sat there going on and on about yourself and didn’t once ask him about his legs. Then again, he offered up no explanation freely. You didn’t know what may offend him more, asking or not asking. You took another pull from your cigarette, inhaling and then exhaling again with a shaky breath.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Dirty. Dirty and stupid.

He reached for your free hand suddenly, abruptly breaking you from your thoughts and enclosing it in his own, pleasantly warm and calloused.

“I’d have you stay longer, ” he began, inclining his head closer to yours and smiling apologetically. “It’s just, like I was explaining, my book…I have a fast approaching deadline.” He pulled his free hand through his hair, “Fuck.” He muttered to himself, sighing and letting his head roll back on the cushions, gazing at the ceiling, he let go of your hand.

It was only now you were noticing the dark circles under his eyes. He looked absolutely exhausted, as If he hadn’t had a decent nights sleep in quite sometime.

“Oh it’s OK, you needn’t explain.” you reply softly, placing your hand on his knee in a gesture or reassurance.

“Thank you for being so understanding.” He breathed, turning his head towards you again. He brushed back a few loose strands of hair from your forehead and gave your shoulder a light squeeze before sitting up with a huff, resting his hands on top of his legs for balance. The movement appeared to come with some difficulty.

Studying his face, for a fleeting moment it appeared twisted in pain, however upon noticing your appraisal, the grimace was gone almost as fast as it appeared. Reaching towards his chair and breathing a bit heavily, he forced a little smile.

“Allow me to show you out.”

You hop up quickly.

“No no please, there is no need.”

He furrowed his brow and his mouth moved to protest but you cut him off.

“Really, please, don’t get up.” You insisted.

“But…” he started.

“But nothing,” you smiled.

“Goodnight, Ivar.”

He smiled back in defeat, reclining back again and throwing his arms over the back of the couch, head falling back once more, resuming his pose from before.

“‘Night, Y\n.”

64 Floors


Summary: A chance encounter can change your life and no one knows that better than you. With 64 floors to go before the interview of you life, a lot can happen. But you’ve always been stubborn and nothing is going to get in the way of you and success. 

A/N: I know CEO!Luke is becoming a cliche concept, but I decided to jump on the bandwagon. I hope you guys like it because I’m really excited about this. I’m hoping to turn it into a bigger series, so please keep requesting so I know you’re all interested! Thanks for reading!

~Approx. 3.3k words~

~Warnings: Smut~


It was the opportunity of a lifetime. Today was the day you finally had the chance to make something of yourself in the world and to say you were excited would be a huge understatement. You had just graduated college and as a business major, having an interview at Hemmings and Co. was in fact the opportunity of a lifetime. You had everything about the day planned, all the way down to the high heels that tapped on the pavement and the black pencil skirt that clung to your body as you walked down the crowded streets of the big city. To prepare, you had researched possible interview questions and made sure you had the perfect answer to each of them, and even now you rehearsed them in your head as you approached the ominous black skyscraper of a  building that you hoped you would be spending the next few years of your life in.

You took a deep breath as you opened the doors that led into the grand lobby. You were fifteen minutes early. Just enough time to become familiar enough with your surroundings to placate your nerves.

“This is it. I can do this.” You breathed as you crossed the lobby, your stilettos clacking on the marble floor. You hated wearing high heels, but if you wanted a job as professional as this one, you had to look the part and that meant uncomfortable, sky high and quite expensive, heels for eight hours a day. That is, if you got the job.

You made your way to the chamber of elevators and pressed the up button, your heart racing as you waited to be taken the sixty four floors up to where your interview with the big man himself would be taking place. You were hoping to be the personal secretary to the Mr. Hemmings and if everything went according to plan you would work your way up the success ladder until you were right there at the top. Of course you were starting small, but there was nothing a little hard work couldn’t do.

The chirpy ding of the elevator brought a smile to your face as you stepped inside the chic elevator. Thankfully you were alone, which gave you the opportunity to take a moment to psych yourself up once again before you had to meet the CEO of the company. Two of the elevator walls were mirrors and so as the doors closed you took a moment to check yourself out, making sure to smooth any wrinkles present on your silk blouse and check and re check if there was any lipstick on your teeth. You could feel your nerves resurfacing as the elevator took you further up. Floor 44…45…46…47…

All of a sudden, it came to a slow stop and the elevator doors slid open to reveal an extremely handsome man waiting in the foyer. He was tall, really tall, clad in an expensive looking silver suit that told you he must be someone at least a little bit important. He held an iphone to his ear, checking his rolex in exasperation as he joined you in the elevator and pressed the same button that you had upon entering, too distracted to realize that it was already lit up.

“They’ll be finished tomorrow. Yes. It starts in how long? Shit okay, I’m in the elevator now I’ll be there in 5.” He spoke curtly into the phone before abruptly hanging up and tucking it back into his pocket.

As if suddenly realizing he was not alone in the elevator, he looked over at you and you met his eyes. They were hypnotically blue, the kind you read about in poetry and novels that have you thinking about them days afterward. He gave you a small smile which you politely returned before continuing the silent ride upwards.

Suddenly the elevator lights began to flicker before it lurched to a dead stop, your arm reaching out and grasping the wall to stop yourself from toppling over.

“Oh my god.” You squeaked as panic began to rise inside your gut. Your interview was in just over ten minutes and you could not afford to be late just because the stupid elevator had decided to shut down. “No, no, no, no!” You breathed, as you reached out to frantically press the button to floor 64 as if somehow that would make the damn thing work again.

“Are you okay?” The man asked tentatively as he watched you panic inside the small space.

“I have to be on the 64th floor in five minutes!” You gasped, unable to believe your luck had turned this far south. You had prepared for everything that could possibly go wrong, but this? This was not something you saw coming.

“Well, so do I.” He sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. “But I guess we’re stuck here for now.” He chuckled, leaning against the mirrored wall as he accepted his fate.

“I can’t be stuck here! I have to be up there!” You yelled. “Oh god this cannot be happening.” You pinched the bridge of your nose in concentration, as if to will the elevator to come back to life and take you where you needed to go.

“Hey, hey, hey.” The man walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “You’ll be fine. Just calm down.’

“Do not tell me to calm down!” You snapped, but your harsh tone didn’t seem to bother him.

“I’m sure the tech team is figuring something out as we speak. We’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.” He brushed a piece of hair from your face and you looked up at him, meeting his eyes again. For some reason, they calmed you down and so you took a deep breath and leaned back into the wall.

“This day was supposed to go perfectly.” You laughed, suddenly finding the humor in the situation now that you had actually calmed down.

“Well that’s the thing about perfect days. They somehow always get corrupted.” He looked at you with a cheeky grin and you tried to fight a blush from racing to your cheeks, laughing to disguise the nerves bubbling in the pit of your stomach that had suddenly appeared as you stared at the attractive man smiling at you no further than one pace away .

“I’m Y/N.” You stuck out your hand for him to shake, hoping that maybe a little small talk would take your mind off the job that was probably slipping through your fingers with each passing moment.

“Luke.” He took your hand in his, letting it linger for a moment before it fell to the side. “You look like you’re somebody’s assistant, so why haven’t I met you yet?” He asked playfully.

You thought about what exactly you should tell him for a moment before answering, “I’m, uh, new.”

“Well glad to have you here with us Y/N.” He smiled, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

“So what do you do here?”

He scratched the back of his neck, hesitating before he answered you. “I handle the finances here.” He spoke slowly, like he was trying to decide just how much information to give you.

“Sounds difficult. I’m sure it’s not easy to manage all the money in a place like this. I mean, this is one of the greatest corporations in the world. Unless you’re a math guy, then I’m sure it’s pretty easy.” You gushed, the previous excitement of being so close to your dream job rushing back in.

Luke raised his eyebrows, “You think this is one of the greatest corporations in the world?”

“I know it is.” You assured him before reaching down and taking off your heels. Do you mind if I take these things off? I figure we’re going to be here awhile and they’re like death traps.”

“Be my guest.”

“Oh thank god.” You hummed as you removed your stilettos and sank down to the floor. “Feels good to be off my feet.”

“Mind if I join you?” He asked, a small smile tugging at the corner of his pink lips.

“Be my guest.”

He dropped down onto the ground next to you, his legs sticking straight out. “I honestly can’t remember the last time I sat on the floor.” He admitted.

“I can’t either. But it feels really good.”

“Yeah. Really good.”


It had been an hour and a half since you and Luke had found yourselves stuck in the elevator of the large office building and since you had been telling stories, jokes, and learning more about the other than you ever thought possible. You felt more carefree with him in this elevator than you had with anyone else in a long time.

“How does someone lock their keys in their car twice in one day?” He laughed as you told him the story of when you got your driver’s permit.

“I guess I’m just that talented.” His laugh was heavenly and you could listen to it all day.

“Okay, okay, worst first date story.” He asked between breaths. Instinctively, he took your hand in his, wiggling his fingers between yours. He was comfortable with you and that wasn’t something he could say about many others in his life.

“It was sophomore year of college and he started it by asking what my fetishes were. Told me he needed someone who could ‘keep up’ with him. Needless to say he didn’t hear back from me.” You laughed along with him, adjusting his blazer that he had placed over your legs to keep them covered. You liked him. In fact you liked him alot and maybe if you were lucky, he liked you just enough to make this day perfect again.

“It was a shame he couldn’t guess my kink though.” You smiled slyly, looking up at him from under your eyelashes. The chemistry between you two was obvious as he stared down at you, his expression curious and playful.


“Yeah. I have a thing for sex with guys in elevators. Really turns me on.” You bit your lip and you saw his eyes go dark with lust.

“Is that so?.” His voice was raspy as he stared back at you, his face slowly getting closer and closer to yours and he leaned down. “I’m sure we could make that happen.”

His lips met yours softly at first, his hand moving to cup your cheek and pull you into him to deepen the kiss. In one swift move he stood up from the floor and pulled you with him before pinning you to the wall of the elevator, his hands at your waist. You could see yourself in the opposite mirror, your body covered by his as he kissed down your neck, his tongue poking out to leave little wet spots as he made his trail. His fingers began to unbutton your blouse, working magic as he managed to undo every last one, exposing your lacy, black bra to him. You shifted your hands from his chest down to his belt, fiddling with the loop and undoing it before moving on to his zipper and dragging it downwards.

“Mmm, you’re a greedy little thing aren’t you?” He chuckled as he kissed up your jawline and moved back to your lips.

“What can I say.” You spoke between kisses. “I know what I want.” You reached into his pants and took hold of his semi-hard on and you felt a shudder pass through his body as you slowly moved your hand up and down until he was fully hard in your hand.

His hands moved down to the hem of your skirt, lifting it up so he could caress the backs of your thighs. One of his hands reached up to drag your matching panties down your legs and discarded them on the floor.

“Jump.” He mumbled into your skin as he lifted you up, your skirt hiking up so that it rested around your hips and your glistening heat was exposed. “There you go babe.” He captured your lips once again, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You could feel the erect tip of his dick at your entrance, waiting to fill you up. “Are you ready baby?” He breathed on your lips, his forehead resting on yours and piercing blue eyes staring into your own with a mix of pure lust and intensity.

You nodded your head, giving him the permission he needed as you kissed him again. He began slowly, sliding inside of you until he was completely buried inside of you, taking all of him in as he groaned in pleasure at the feeling of your wetness coating his shaft. He moved in and out of you, picking up the pace until his cock was slamming into you and your body was shaking and your back was hitting up against the wall in a rough rhythm. You looked across so you could see yourself in the mirror, wrapping your legs around him and holding onto him for dear life as you watched him pound relentlessly into you. You clenched your walls around him, making him moan out loud in pure pleasure.

“So good princess. So tight and wet for me.” He rasped, gripping your thighs harder as he thrusted his hips to get a better angle. At this new angle, he hit your g-spot perfectly each time he slammed into you and you could feel yourself moving closer to your climax, your body teetering on the fence of an orgasmic release.

You moaned out his name as he delivered the final thrust that brought you over the blissful edge. He came just after, growling your name in your ear in a way that sounded hungry and desperate for more of you, clutching onto you like you were his last thread connecting him to reality.

His head was spinning as he let go of you slowly, letting your feet touch back down on the ground as he placed another kiss on your lips.

“That was amazing. You’re amazing.” He beamed, placing small kisses on your forehead, your cheeks and your nose as you giggled. “When can I see you aga-”

A sudden jolt interrupted him as the elevator began moving again, back towards the real world.

“Shit, I need to get dressed.” You exclaimed as you buttoned up your blouse and retrieved your panties from the ground, readjusting your outfit until you looked professional again.

“Right uh, me too.” He chuckled, zipping his pants back up, throwing on his blazer, and straightening his tie before fixing his hair in the mirror. “But really Y/N, I want to see you again.” He said seriously, taking your hand in his. But you took your hand back, biting your lip tentatively.

“Listen, Luke, I really need to focus on this job and what it’s going to mean for me. I’ve waited my whole life to begin working my way up this ladder until maybe someday it’s my name on one of these buildings. And I know that sounds silly from someone who’s just just starting out here but I can’t afford any distractions.” You told him, watching as his face fell.

“But I’m-”

“A really good guy I’m sure, but I need this job to mean something and that means no dating right now.”

“Okay. I get it.” He nodded just as the elevator dinged, signaling that you had finally made it to the sixty fourth floor.

“Good. Then I’ll see you around!” You smiled at him before walking up to the front desk. Luke walked in the opposite direction as you went to sign in with the receptionist.

“Hi, my name’s Y/N Y/L and I’m here for the interview with Mr. Hemmings. I know I’m late, but the elevator was jammed and I was stuck for two hours and-”

“Well luckily for you Miss.Y/L, Mr. Hemmings is also running two hours late today and he will be with you shortly.” The receptionist replied, not even looking up from her computer screen.

“Thank you so much! Should I just wait over here?” You gestured to the posh lounge area.

“Wait wherever you want I’ll call your name when he’s ready for you.”

“Okay, great!” You gushed, trying not to sound too excited as you went to sit on the white leather couch.

You were only waiting for around fifteen minutes before the receptionist called out your name and instructed you towards Mr. Hemmings’ office at the end of the hall.

You stood in front of the mahogany double doors with his name in gold on the front, the name of your future boss, and knocked.

“Come in.” His voice was curt and you could tell he would be tough on you, but you could take it. You would take it, for this job. You turned the brass handle and walked inside.

“Mr. Hemmings it’s so good to finally meet you, I-” You stopped speaking. His back was to you as he stared out at the New York skyline but after staring at that same back in the elevator mirror merely twenty minutes prior, you would recognize it anywhere. “Luke?”

He turned around at the sound of your voice, his eyes wide to match yours.

“Oh my god.”

“Oh my god!” You echoed. “You’re Mr. Hemmings? Luke Hemmings, you’re the CEO of Hemmings and Co?” You were panicking again. “And you’re the guy I fucked in the broken elevator. Jesus Christ, Mr. Hemmings saw me naked. My potential boss saw me naked!”

“Half naked, actually.” He chuckled, his hands in his pockets.

“Oh my god!” You yelled again. “This is happening isn’t it? This is really happening to me.”

Luke took a few steps towards you, closing the gap between you and him. “Well for what it’s worth, you’re hired.” He smiled.

“I’m…hired? I don’t understand, I must’ve broken like, fifty corporation rules already and it’s not even my first day.”

“I know how much this job means to you and I know how well you’re going to do it. In that elevator I got to know the dedicated, hard working, intelligent Y/N. Not the one on paper. And I like her and I want her as my assistant. So, will you take the job?”

“Yes, of course, I uh, yeah I will.” You stammered.

“Good. You start tomorrow and I expect you here by 7am, no later. I’ll fax you my schedule for the week. Memorize it. I’ll have my stand-in send you a list of what you need to know. I like my coffee black and my suits pressed. You will dress and act professionally when in the office. I don’t often offer second chances so make sure you get everything done correctly the first time, do you understand?”

“Y-Yeah.” You cleared your throat. “Yes. Absolutely Mr. Hemmings.” You were interested in this sudden change in him, acting like he was saturated in power and importance, which of course he was but you were used to the funny and intelligent Luke, not the dominant and analretentive Mr. Hemmings. “Is there anything else I can do for you while I’m here?” You asked matter-of-factly.

“Yes, actually you can accept my invitation to dinner tonight.” He smirked.

“I can do a lot of things for you Mr. Hemmings but that is not one of them.” You replied, staring him dead in the eye as you spoke.

“What? Why?”

“You told me you managed finances.”

“I do manage finances, I just happen to manage everything else as well.” He chuckled, clearly amused by the situation.


“So will you go to dinner with me? I know a great place I think you’d love.”

“Whether you’re Mr. Hemmings or just Luke, I will not jeopardize my future here for you. I am here to make sure your schedule is in order and your coffee is hot and in time I’ll learn from my experience here and benefit how I see fit. Thank you for the offer though Mr. Hemmings. Truly I’m flattered.”

He smiled at you as he leaned back on his desk, his hands in his pant pockets. “You’re a very stubborn woman you know that?”

“I know. But I think that quality will be able to benefit your company greatly, Sir.”

He stared at you for what felt like hours. narrowing his piercing blue eyes until finally he let out a breathy laugh. “Alright, well I’ll see you at seven o’clock tomorrow morning Miss. Y/L. Don’t be late.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it Sir.”



Part 2

They Ship Us?

Summary: During one of Jensen’s live-streams the two of you discover so interesting information. 

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Jared Padaleki, Reader.

Pairing: Single!Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 693

Warning: Kissing, none really

Prompt:  CONGRATSSSSS!!! Ummmm 32, 34, or 48 with Jensen? It can be whatever you want as far as sfw, nsfw, or whatever. Not picky.- @torn-and-frayed

A/N: This is no way shape or form against Jensen x Danneel. I love them both so much, this is purely fanfiction.

Originally posted by sirenscurses

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