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anonymous asked:

Just imagine jeep sex w shawn like 😩


Look what you made me do…

You were singing along loudly to the radio, swaying your head and looking out the window on the street passing you by. You had graciously been allowed to drive Shawn’s jeep to the airport to pick him up, but the moment the two of you had gotten anywhere near the car, Shawn’s love for his precious jeep took over and once again you were banned to the passenger seat.

You didn’t mind much, to be fair. The only advantage Shawn had by always being the one driving, was that he got to pick the music, but you could live that.

At least this time, he wasn’t blasting his out voice out of the stereo just to annoy you. This time Ed Sheeran’s voice consumed the car.

You tilted your head to the left, catching Shawn’s gaze sticking at you. He smiled widely when he caught your gaze as well.

“Eyes on the road, Mendes!” You hissed at him, but it just made him laugh.

That little crocket smile, you loved so deeply, painted itself on his lips and he was giving you a teasing glance. Aww, your little baby was a bit needy. You grabbed around his chin with your thumb, pushing his face towards the road.

“I said, eyes on the road” You spoke once again, raising your eyebrow at him. Shawn leaned a little further towards you, licking his soft lips slowly.

“I like this view better” he rasped. His voice sounded sore, but the darkness made it even sexier than usually.

“I’m serious… You can drive and snapchat and risk your life on your own, but when I’m in the car? Hell no! Eyes on the road, Mendes” You teased him, letting your thumb caress his chin as you once again pushed his head to the side, forcing him to look out on the road ahead of you.

You watched as Shawn’s smug grew, but he decided to keep his eyes on the road this time. Playfully though, his mouth grabbed your thumb and he bit you harshly.

“Hey!” whined at him, but you only made it worse.

A massive smirk appeared on Shawn’s face and you were certain his eyes were shining.

“Trust me, babe. I can do a lot more than just biting you” Shawn rasped.

He shortly let his eyes fall on you, but then he looked back at the road. You felt the heat rush to your face as you twisted in the leather seat by his words.

“Like what?” you dared him, feeling your cheeks blush massively.

Why did this even make you shy? It wasn’t like Shawn had never talked dirty to you before. Actually, late night calls with Shawn usually consisted of dirty talk.

Shawn turned left on the road and continued driving back home, but he couldn’t help but let out a heavy breath.

“Oh darling, I’ve been gone for so long this time, you can’t even imagine what I’m going to do to you”

“Tell me” you whispered with the heat rushing around your body, leaving your skin tickly.

“Just as eager as me, huh?” Shawn laughed, once again looking at you shortly.

“Aww, and you’re blushing as well” he teased you. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing his face back towards the road.

“Someone needs to teach you how to drive properly” you mocked back.

“Have we ever been in an accident or even close to it?”

“Well no…”

“Then stop complaining about my driving” He yelled.

He wasn’t mad, he was just joking with you. You leaned across your seat and closer to Shawn, almost letting your lips brush against his ear gently, taking a deep breath.

“I’m just keeping you safe, baby. That’s all” you whispered playfully.

You felt every fibre in Shawn’s body tighten and his muscles sudden tense feeling. Oh yeah, you were driving him crazy right now. Shawn’s grip around the steering wheel strengthen and his hands were rubbing it harshly.

“I wish you’d rub me like that” You whispered into his ear once again. You were messing with his mind and you fucking loved it.

You watched as the chills spread across Shawn’s body and how his mouth was suddenly gaping wiped open as he forced in air. Shawn swallowed heavily, letting his gaze catch you from the corner of his eyes.

You bit your lip the moment he turned to look at you, before licking them slowly. Shawn’s eyes were wide open and had a darken tone to them.

“It’s not fair. Stop it” he whispered back at you.

“Stop what?” you asked, innocently.

Quickly, Shawn leaned in and placed a damp kiss on your lips, before pulled back and was focusing on the road again.

“You know what, the teasing”

“Shawn-“ you said defensively, covering your mouth with you hand. “I would never”

“Liar” he laughed back at you.

“We’re home soon” you said, but it was more like a promise.

You let your hand disappear into Shawn’s hair, rubbing his head gently. Suddenly, Shawn made a harsh turn. A turn he wasn’t supposed to take, if he wanted to end up at home.

“Well, soon isn’t fast enough” he breathed heavily.

“What are you doing?” you laughed, looking at him confused.

Shawn made another turn and suddenly he pulled the car up in a empty parking lot near a small supermarket. Before you could react, Shawn had grabbed roughly around your neck and pulled you into his welcoming lips.

His move forced all the air out of your lungs. His tongue spread your lips and slit into your mouth. Only half a second later, you tasted that mix of mint and sweet mango only Shawn tasted like.

Shawn unbuckled your seatbelt quickly, before pulling you across the car and over to sit on his lap. You immediately felt the big bugle between Shawn’s legs, pressing hardly against you.

Shawn grabbed your ass roughly, almost making you moan against his wet lips. You pulled out of the kiss, staring surprisingly at him.

“Shawn, here? We might get caught” you gasped, completely out of breath.

“I swear to you, I don’t fucking care. I’m so hard for you, right now” Shawn’s voice sounded so desperate in this moment.

You let your eyes stick at him for a bit. The heat had rushed to his face, making his cheeks red and his entire face damp. His lips were trembling and he was… well, very hard.

Shawn needed this; right here, right now, in the car. Your mother always told you that those teenage years was made for living a little dangerously, so you figured that maybe she was right.

Shawn looked at you, wanting impatiently for a reaction, actually more like begging for one. It was like his eyes screamed please touch me.

You licked your lip, unbuckling his seatbelt as well. A broad smug spread on his face, but you just rolled your eyes at him. When you thought about it, Shawn had mentioned car sex several times before.

Only seconds after, Shawn’s hands were now greedily placed on your body again, exploring all the places he’d missed for so long. You rubbed yourself against Shawn, feeling his length grow even bigger and even harder through his black jeans.

Shawn’s hand grab around your ponytail, pulling it back roughly so his tongue was able to lick along your bare neck.

You struggled to unbutton his pants for a bit, but to your defence, Shawn’s hands caressing all the right places on your body, made it very hard to function properly. You finally managed to undo them and pulled down his pants a little. It was impossible to take his clothes off in the car, so it would have to do.

Shawn pushed up your dress and gripped around the hem of your panties. Slowly, his fingers ran down your thighs, leaving goose bumps all over your skin. When the panties made it down to your ankles, Shawn grabbed around your hips, helping you to push yourself down his massive length.

You had to support your balance by placing a hand on the roof of the jeep, while feeling Shawn glide even further into you.

Whenever Shawn and you hadn’t had sex in a while, he always seemed much thicker than you really remembered him.

You pushed Shawn further down his car seat as you started riding him roughly. Quiet moans escaped Shawn’s trembling lips and he threw his head back in pure please.

“Fuck” he breathed, once again grabbing around your hips.

His big and strong hands pushed you to move even faster and even harder down against him. Biting your lip, you were able to strangle the otherwise loud whimpers that would have slipped out of your mouth.

You back felt a pain from the steering wheel brushing against your skin, but the pleasure from feeling Shawn so deep inside you covered it up.

Shawn’s thumb ran across your quivering lips and you grabbed for it and started sucking it hard. Your gaze caught Shawn and you couldn’t help but let out a small smile. The pleasure was rushing in over him, leaving him completely consumed by your bodies greedily meeting each other’s.

His dark, curly hair had become all sweaty and sticky and he was struggling to regain control over his breath. His big hands ran down your back, before his nails were digging into your bare thighs, leaving red marks afterwards.

Your mouth found his damp neck and your tongue left a trail from the skin on his neck, to his soft lips. Shawn pushed his lower body up to meet your thrust, which made you bite his lip harshly from the bliss consuming you.

“Holy fuck” Shawn moaned against your skin.

You couldn’t get any words out of your lips, but your screaming certainly assured him you felt the same way. Shawn’s thumb pushed up your chin so he could look at you.

“Kiss me while I cum” he begged, sending you a tiny smile.

Your hands disappeared into his sticky hair and you closed the gap between your craving lips. You rode Shawn harder and he pushed himself up to meet your welcoming and wet body and he thrusted himself further into you, than he had ever been before.

You both reached your breaking point and it collided in a massive scream from the both of you as Shawn exploded inside of you.

Still sitting on Shawn’s lap, you collapsed into his chest. Shawn’s heart was pounding and his chest was burning warm. He lovingly kissed the top of your head, as you rested it against his collarbone. Shawn’s hands wrapped around you and he hugged you tightly.

You were both trying to regain some sort of strength, but this sex had been too good to recover from in the matter of seconds.

“We so need to have car sex more often” Shawn laughed, once again kissing the top of your hair.

You looked up and met his wide childish smile, rolling your eyes at him. He leaned down and kissed your nose tip gently.

“Yeah, we definitely do” you laughed back, cuddling yourself further into Shawn’s chest.

“Another reason to just love this jeep” he said, smiling widely. 


Shawn hands me the phone when he’s done uploading the picture and I look at the image, the caption underneath it saying, “Us and our son.” 

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x non-gender specific character 
Rating: Mature
Words: 1451

A/N: So this is the requested full version of the blurb I wrote about getting a dog with Shawn. It’s fluffy. And a little smutty. Thanks to everyone that suggested names for the pup! ^^ My primary goal with this is to make B uncomfortable with the kiddo’s name. 

Shawn reminds me of a child on Christmas morning the second we step into the shelter. We introduce ourselves to the volunteer and his face lights up when the woman leads us into a large room with kennels.

“Here’s your guy,” she says with a bright smile on her face. “ He’s been waiting for you.” She unlocks the door to a smaller kennel and as soon as the door swings open, a black and tan Yorkshire Terrier puppy rushes out to greet her. The energetic creature runs circles around her until she crouches down to scratch his head.

Shawn kneels next to the woman and starts to stroke the puppy’s back. “Oh, look at you! You’re so beautiful, yes you are!” He picks up the Yorkie, kissing it. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you little guy,” he murmurs to the puppy in his arms. The ball of fur barks, licking at Shawn’s nose.

“Please be careful,” I beg.

“I took an allergy pill, promise I’ll be fine,” Shawn smiles at me, and then his attention is diverted back to the dog.

“Are you sure about the dog being compatible with allergic people?” I ask the animal carer.

She stands up next to me and looks at Shawn and the dog. “It varies from person to person, but Yorkshire Terriers are fairly hypoallergenic and they’ve been known to be compatible with people who have mild allergies. Some other hypoallergenic breeds include Havanese, Poodle,  and Maltese,” she informs with a smile.   

“So we saw on the website that he doesn’t have a name yet?” Shawn asks, his face nuzzled in the Yorkie’s fur.

“No, we haven’t named him yet. Well we have, but none of us could agree on one name so I guess it’s up to you guys.”

When the adoption is finalised, we put the Yorkie in a transport cage in the car, making sure the young puppy is comfortable.

“I’m staying at your place tonight,” Shawn states.

“Do you think that’s a good idea? You know you’d have to pop a pill every few hours right?”

“Can’t I just take several at once?” Shawn questions.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works. But you can stay if you want. I’d want you there.”

“I love you so much. And I love him so much. I can’t wait to cuddle him. We’re gonna become best friends.”

“Fawkes is so unoriginal though.” I move my fingertips through the wet fur, making sure the shampoo has been distributed everywhere.

“But Fawkes is so badass! He saves Harry in Chamber of Secrets!” Shawn squeezes the bone shaped squeaky plastic toy, attempting to pull it out of the puppy’s mouth.

“This little guy cowers at the sound of the doorbell and we can’t even get him into the bath without baiting him with a treat.”

“Fine,” Shawn smiles with an exaggerated eye roll.” There’s another name I’ve been thinking of…” Shawn turns on the shower head, rinsing out the shampoo.

“What kind of name?” I stroke the Yorkie, keeping him calm.

“How about Pick? Short for Pickering? Like home,” Shawn smiles.

“I like that,” I nod. “That’s a really cute name actually. Pick. Also like guitar pick!”

“Interstellar or WALL-E?” Shawn asks, his eyes glued to the TV screen as he reads the description for Interstellar.

“Have you never seen WALL-E?”

“Of course I have, it’s just good enough to watch again. I think we have to watch WALL-E anyway because Interstellar has a PG-13 rating.”

“Shawn, he’s a dog, he doesn’t understand anything.” I scratch at Pick’s head that’s in my lap, his body still in its resting state as he quietly snores.

“I’m not putting my child’s innocence at risk,” Shawn deadpans.

“WALL-E it is,” I smile, endeared. “Have I told you how much I love you?”

“Nope. Have no memory of that,” Shawn shakes his head, smirking. He moves closer to me on the couch, crawling up between my legs.

“Well, I do love you. A lot,” I grin. “Come here you goof.” I reach out to Shawn, and as soon as our lips touch, Pick wakes up and barks.

“Think we woke up the little man,” Shawn laughs.

“He’s such a cockblock. I haven’t gotten any Shawn-time in forever,” I pout.

“Do you think he feels excluded?”

“Maybe,” I ponder. “But sex….” I groan, letting my eyes wander down to a strip of skin above Shawn’s pants.

“We can always close the bedroom door,” Shawn suggests.

“I think he’d just whine and scratch at it until we feel guilty enough to let him in.”

“Okay, that’s true. But I like kissing you, so I’m gonna do it anyway,” Shawn smiles, moving closer and placing his lips against my jaw.

Pick barks again.

“Shawn, look, he’s asleep,” I whisper a while later.

“He’s so adorable! Come on we have to take a selfie with him!” Shawn picks up his phone and aims the front camera at us, and I smile broadly, getting into the frame. “Look at us! We’re the most adorable family ever. I’m gonna put this on Instagram. What should I caption it? Wait, I know!”

Shawn hands me the phone when he’s done uploading the picture and I look at the image, the caption underneath it saying, “Us and our son.”

“You are the cheesiest being on this planet,” I chuckle.

“Fetch, boy!”

I watch as Shawn throws a tennis ball across the living room. Pick chases the ball and holds it between his teeth, playing with the object on the other side of the room.

“I don’t think he gets the game,” I smirk, trying to hold in my laughter.

“We’ve been doing this all morning,” Shawn sighs.

“I’m sure he’ll learn eventually. Maybe try something simpler, like teaching him to sit? Operant conditioning works well on young dogs.”

“That sounds like a good plan. Until then I’m just gonna spoil him with toys and cuddles. And chase him around the house.”  

“Are you sleeping again?”

“Huh? What?” Shawn stirs, opening his eyes. “No, I swear I was awake.” He lifts his head off my shoulder, blinking rapidly.

“Yes you were,” I laugh. “You’ve been taking naps as often as Pick.”

“S’not my fault, the allergy meds make me sleepy.”

“Just like Pick,” I smile, running my fingers through his hair. “Maybe we can go for a walk with him, that would wake the both of you up.”

“Mhm. Where’s my boy?” Shawn looks around the living room, spotting Pick sleeping on a pillow on the floor, front legs tucked under his chin.

I sigh as Shawn places kisses down my neck, his hand pushing up my shirt to feel my skin. His thigh rests between mine, his hips pressing against my body. He starts to move so that I feel him press into my hip; I push my lower body up against his and he groans at the contact.

“I’m so hard,” Shawn breathes.

“Do you like that?” I press against him again, earning a moan. I take a hold of hair at the back of his head, lifting his face to mine so I can kiss his lips.

Shawn’s hip moves in circles, his erection a warm bulge against my thigh. “That feels amazing. Please, don’t ever stop,” he says as I suck at the skin on his neck.

“I like making you feel good,” I mumble against him.

Shawn’s fingertips graze my stomach, traveling downwards and he tugs at my waistband. His fingers slip under the elastic of my boxers and he tugs at the confines, pulling them down my thighs. I kick them off my legs and our bodies bump into one another’s. Hands grab at my hips, shifting me further up the bed. Shawn kisses down my chest to my abdomen where his mouth lingers. His teeth gently drag along my skin, making me shudder. My hips buck up desperately for contact as he kisses me.  

“I want to taste you,” Shawn mumbles against my skin. He kisses the insides of my thighs, licking his way to my pelvis. “I could spend all day between your legs.”

I moan at the words being spoken between my thighs, and shudder when Shawn’s mouth finally finds me. His soft hands hold my hips in place, one of them trailing down to my thigh to lift it up. Suddenly, I feel a weight shift next to me on the bed and I tug at Shawn’s hair, pausing his movements.

“That good, huh? You alright, love?” Shawn looks up at me, smirking.

“No, Pick’s on the bed. Next to me.”

Shawn moves his head up so that he can see Pick, and groans. “Not again.”

Jimin (M)

Originally posted by mochixhamster

The moment you got back to your hotel after long day with your family, you plopped down onto the bed; sighing in pure relief as the pillow-y mattress relieved your aching back. 

Suddenly the muffled sound of your ringtone playing and followed by the irregular vibrating filled the room. “Crap..” You huffed, thinking it was one of your cousins until you lifted your phone up to your face. 

Jiminnie 💕 is calling.. 

A bright grin painted across your face the instant you saw his name on the screen, immediately you answered and his lovely face appeared. 

His plush lips curled up in a soft smile, “Hey baby.” He cooed, giving you a slight wave. “How’s the visit with your family going?” 

“Well..” You pouted, holding the camera up as you ruffled your messy hair. “It’s been good, we had a little family gathering today and a bunch of my family came.” You said with a soft nod, “It was good, but I got so sad when they asked why you weren’t with me.” 

Jimin automatically pouted, looking like a complete cherub as always. “I’m sorry babygirl, you know I wish I could’ve been there with you.” 

Nodding again, you offered him a sweet reassuring smile, “It’s okay, sweet pea.” You added, “I just really, really miss you- I feel so lonely.” 

His lips pursed together, “I know, I miss you too.” He hummed, running his fingers through his soft brunette hair. “I miss your kisses and cuddles so much, but-” He began, holding back his giggles as he attempted to keep a straight face, “-If you were here I’d beat that pussy up like you never felt before.” 
Immediately the two of you broke out into laughter as you remembered the song Namjoon did years ago. 

Once you both calmed down, you rolled your eyes at him while biting your lower lip. “I can’t believe you said that, babe.” You sighed, cupping your cheek in your hand, “But if I’m being honest, I really wish you were here fucking me right now.” 

Jimin’s eyes widen as his bit his lower lip, shaking his head; the corner of his mouth lifted in a dumbfounded smirk, “You’re so fucking lucky everyone’s asleep, jagi.” 

Instinctively, your free hand travel down to your lower half- swiftly pushing up your skirt, teasing your clothed core. “Why, Daddy?” You cooed, lightly nipping at your lip as the wetness between your legs increased, “What would you do, huh?” 

Immediately, he could tell what you were trying to do. Licking those oh-so delectable lips of his, he raised his brow at you. “Daddy would definitely have to punish you babygirl.” He began, his tone changing from sweet and cute to absolute sex. 

Pushing your panties to the side, your fingers lightly traced up and down your drenched slit, “Oh really?” You airily replied, slightly hissing as you grazed your hardened clit. 

“Of course princess.” Jimin smoothly replied, the sound of his belt and jeans coming undone followed. “Oh fuck..” He groaned, “Daddy’s so fucking hard because you, little girl.” 

Seeing his lust darkened eyes fixating on you and hearing the desire in his voice turned you on, on a whole other level. You let out a delicate, needy little moan as you teased your entrance just before sliding two of you small fingers deep inside of you. “Da- Daddy~” You purred, throwing your head back into your pillows as you imagined he was the one deep inside you. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty babygirl.” He groaned, angling the camera down slightly- showing you his hardened cock as he grabbed the base of it. 

“Look at what you’ve done to Daddy babygirl. Look at how hard I am for you.” 

“Fuck, I wish I was inside you princess..” 

“The moment you come home I’m going fuck your brains out- I’m gonna make that pretty little pussy of yours scream.” 

i hate you

→scenario: You and Jungkook have always been rivals, but there seems to have been some unknown sexual tension there as well.

→genre: smut/fluff

→word count: 2,740

→a/n: i wrote this after i read that jungkook’s ideal type must be at least 168 cm, and i was upset because I’m no where near that height LOL. but this was the first bts smut I’ve written, so please enjoy!

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This Body Will Be The Death of Me

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn

Warning(s): Smut, vaginal sex, and anal fingering.

Note: I am so sorry I have not posted an imagine, just I was having major writers block. Also find it on my Ao3.

Requested by @darkhairedmermaid:” Hey! Could you write an imagine with Ivar, please? The reader is plus-sized and he’s really sexually attracted to her? Only if you want, of course. :).”

You have been a slave to the Lothbrok royal family since you were a young girl, your mother gave birth to you while being their slave. When your mother had given birth to you, she had died during. The Queen had decided that when you were to reach the age where you can speak and understand and work, you would become their slave. At first you thought you would be a general slave for them, but in reality Queen Aslaug had given you to her son Ivar. Thus meaning since you were young you have followed the Prince around doing whatever he might need. You do not see an issue with this, the only problem is; Ivar often jokes about your body. Even though slaves are not given much food, your body is still curvy and soft. Ivar uses this when he is angry, let it be at you or someone else that made him angry.

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anonymous asked:

Help me with this scenario I have in my head. You wake up and feel shawn's boner. What does he do/happens

Warning: Smut

You were brutally woken up, when you suddenly felt Shawn’s heavy weight on you, pressing you further into the matress. It took you a second or two to open your eyes, but when you did, Shawn’s lusting, dark once met you immediately.

He breathed heavily, before licking his pink lips, not removing his stare from you. You didn’t know why, but suddenly, you felt your cheeks heat up. 

“Morning love” he breathed, his voice sounded so dark.

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Isaac Lahey- Amnesia


Also, correct me if I’m wrong on any of the facts. I really need to rewatch Teen Wolf.

Anonymous said:
Hello! Could I request a reader x Isaac? Like where Isaac has had an accident and the reader finds him unconscious on the road during a storm so she takes him to her place to patch him up. He has temporarily lost his memory and they fall in love while she cares for him but when he gets his memory back, she is scared that he’ll leave her behind. Thank you so much!!

Okay, so I didn’t exactly follow along perfectly because I was writing and then I got excited and forgot about the request so here we are XD I hope you enjoy,

Word Count: around 3k

I enjoyed making this. I hope you enjoy reading it <3


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Settled Down

Hello everyone! A big thank you to @cercandotiaffogo for requesting this! I hope you like it. 

This One Shot is about Harry entrusting Y/N with the first draft of the ‘Another Man’ article, in which he happens to talk about her as well. 

Warnings: It may hint on some bedroom activities but there is no smut. 

Picture is not mine but oh do I wish it were. 

My eyes squeezed shut in order to block out the rays of sunlight coming in through the thin curtains, leaving warm patterns against my skin. A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth when I sensed the presence of another person in the room and happiness spread through every fiber of my body, as I knew precisely who it was.


Warm hands settled to rest on my ribcage, holding my body still as he moved his own to rest on top of mine. I suppressed a groan upon bearing his weight and instead sighed happily when his lips began leaving gentle kisses down my neck to my collarbones. I gasped upon feeling he was in fact, still naked just as I was and felt overwhelmed with delight due to how comfortable the two of us had gotten to be with each other. His thumbs moved in caressing, circular motions over my naked skin and his soft hair tickled my cheek as its strands brushed it. All in all, I couldn’t imagine a moment I ever felt any happier than I did now. Naked in Harry’s bed with him on top in an intimate, yet non-sexual way.

“Wanna see your eyes,” Harry hummed, his voice heavy with emotion.

His head lowered once more as he let his lips nip and kiss the curve below my breast, his face breaking into a smile once after receiving a particular loud gasp when his nose brushed against the sensitive skin.

“Impossible,” I croaked out, my voice barely above a whisper as I was still sleepy, “Your head is too far down from where my face is.”

“Hm,” Harry agreed and squeezed me softly where his hands still held my waist, while pressing his chest down on my lower stomach, “I can always go a bit further down if you want, love.”

I giggled at his teasing words and secured a hand at the back of his neck, my fingers curling to hold on to his soft hair, keeping him from moving lower and make true of his thread.

Harry noticed my action and whined, though I knew he loved it when I took hold of his soft hair just as much as I loved doing it.

“Do you not want me to?”

I shook my head and tried to pull him up, still refusing to open my eyes.

“Want you to kiss me properly,” I whispered.

He hummed in response, yet didn’t move.


A laugh fell from my lips when he didn’t budge. Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I spread my legs wide enough to wrap them around his hips.

“Woah,” Harry laughed when I lifted my lower-half up to push and force him up my body. I whined at the strength it cost me, yet it worked and I could nudge him up to come closer to my face, something that wouldn’t have worked without him complying. He appeared to like my sudden demanding side and leaned in to rest his cheek pressed against my own, the gesture almost more intimate than him kissing my breasts. I hummed and moved my arms to rest them around his bare shoulders, keeping him close and pressed against my body.

“Good morning, darling,” I breathed against his shoulder.

I felt overwhelmed by his sent, warmth and presence, yet in the best way possible. Harry moved his hands from my ribs to my shoulder blades and I whined at the tickling sensation, my stomach jumping and clenching, as hundreds of butterflies flew and went wild still whenever I got to be alone with Harry. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my jaw, allowing his lips to linger.

“Mornin’ baby. Sleep well?”

I nodded and sighed. “Very.”

“M'glad,” Harry hummed, “still wanna see your pretty eyes though.”

I shook my head, accidentally knocking my head against his temple with the movement. He made a noise of complaint so I quickly pressed a soothing kiss to the sore skin to ease his whining.

“Harsh,” Harry grumbled, “There’s no need to beat me up, love. Just wanted to show you something s'all.”

“I’m sorry, my baby,” I apologized, eased by the feeling of him kissing my neck softly, so I knew he couldn’t be too grumpy. “What was it you wanted to show me?”

Harry huffed and rolled off of me to rest by my side, leaving one arm slung over my stomach and my legs intwined with his. A smile spread widely on his face when I opened my eyes to peer at him, his lovely face flushed and rosy as his head rested on the pillow.

“Something came in the post today,” he said, leaning into my touch when I rested my hand against his cheek. His eyes sparkled and his brows were raised. “The script of the magazine they wanted to have me in. I’ve told you about, remember?”

“‘Course I do,” I hummed and scratched his skin gently, “You were so excited. The release of that magazine s'gonna shake the internet the second it’s published, I hope you know that.”

“Well, that’s what I was going for, love,” Harry laughed, “Anyway, that came in today. And I was wondering if you’d mind going through them for me before I send them back to let them be published. It’d be really helpful to have a second opinion and yours is one I can count on.”

He bit his full bottom lip as he waited for my answer.

“Sure,” I agreed, happy he trusted me and my judgement enough to read something as intimate and personal as his Another Man interview before anyone else did.

“Great.” He smiled and moved to push himself away from me, rolled over and got up, a movement that was quickly followed by my whine.


He turned back to look at me, unfazed by my wandering eyes, trailing down from his chest to his boxer covered hips and thighs.

“What’s it now?”

“You didn’t kiss me,” I pouted, sitting up and adjusting the sheets so it covered my naked chest.

Harry chuckled and my heart danced when he came crawling back onto the bed. A lump rose in my throat when I noticed how his muscles popped out when he rested his weight on his tattooed arms. Harry had gotten so much stronger over the many months of shooting his movie and though I sometimes missed the former softness his hips had held, the hardness of his torso was something I couldn’t get enough of.

“I love you,” he murmured.

Harry’s face had gotten so close he could nudge my nose with his. My stomach jumped and I reached up, holding him by his jaw. “I love you, too, Harry. So much”

His green eyes bore into mine with so much emotion in them, my mouth went dry. His features looked so soft and the fact that he was still half naked had me incredibly distracted. My eyes kept falling down to his bare stomach, before raising to meet his eyes, my cheeks red in embarrassment. Harry chuckled.

“Let me give you a proper hello, yeah?”

Before I could answer, his lips were pressed to mine, knocking the breath out of me. He groaned into my mouth upon hearing my low moan and leaned in further, resting both hands on my thighs, holding and squeezing them. I let him move his lips against mine and enjoyed the feeling for as long as he let me, my head dizzy and my limps like jelly. He drove me crazy.
A shriek escaped me when his hand pulled at the sheet which I still clutched to my chest tightly, covering me.

“I don’t think you need this,” Harry whispered, before his teeth teasingly pulled at my bottom lip.
I shook my head and leaned in to kiss him again. We continued to move our lips together, yet I continued to refuse to let go of the material, even though his forceful pulls increased.

“Stop it,” I whispered, “I do need this.”

Harry whined, but let go of the sheet and instead took hold of my hand. His fingers entwined with mine and I gasped when his chest pressed to mine, pushing me back on the mattress. He hovered over me as we kissed some more before he pulled away, allowing his lips to brush over mine a few times.

“I’ll go fetch us breakfast,” he announced and began crawling off the bed again, “How do waffles sound to you?”

“With berries?” I asked, still laying on my back. My eyes followed his movements as he got to his feet.

“'Course with berries.”

“And whipped cream?” I wondered.

Harry chuckled and reached down to take hold of the sheet once more.

“Anything you want, my love,” he promised, “but first: this really needs to go.”

I shrieked when he pulled forcefully and laughed when the material slipped from my body.


“You don’t have to if you don’t want,” Harry muttered as he hesitantly handed me the copy of the script.

His sudden self-consciousness made me smile a little, as well as ache. He was so confident and proud all the time, I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about him sometimes getting insecure when it came to being open in front of me. I did understand it though.
I was his weakness, just like he was mine. The other’s opinion simply mattered much more, especially since nowadays almost every decision one of us made involved the other as well.

“I want to,” I assured and took the papers from his grasp.

Harry whined but let me take them before crossing his arms over his chest, which was covered by the flowery shirt he had made me iron for him only yesterday.

“M'not gonna fix those wrinkles this time, Styles,” I mumbled, nodding to his torso.

Harry looked down and quickly let his arms fall to his sides. “Stop nagging and get to it.”

I rolled my eyes, yet bit back a remark and turned to look back at the article in my hand.
My heart skipped as I read the title, his name printed in big letters. The papers didn’t include any of the pictures yet, as it was solely about the text. I doubted Harry would’ve let me see the script had it included the selection of pictures he’d chosen, as he’d said he wanted them to be a surprise. My skin prickled when I opened the bundle of papers on the front page, the white sheet covered with his words printed in black. I let my finger trace one of the sentences, finding it incredible how he’d gotten the chance to share his thoughts so detailed and authentic.
When I looked up from the first paragraph, I found him still standing in front of me, his eyes set on my face as he awaited my reaction. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“Stop staring like that. It’s irritating.”

“But I wanna know how you feel about it.” Harry argued.

I shook my head and raised one hand to push him back by his shoulder, huffing when he didn’t move as if my effort did nothing to him.

“Go watch some TV or something and I’ll find you when I’m done.”

“But,” Harry began, “wanna see your face while you read.”

“No, Harry. You’re making this feel very uncomfortable and suffocating.”

He huffed and sent me one last pleading look, pushing his plumb bottom lip forward into a pout, before he gave up and turned around, making his way to the living room. I giggled at his silly behavior as I filled myself a glass of juice and quickly decided that it was probably the best if I locked myself into our bedroom, in case he changed his mind.
Once I was settled on our bed with my legs crossed and the draft of the magazine in my lap, I relaxed. Excitement danced at the bottom of my stomach as I prepared myself for reading thoughts Harry most likely hadn’t shared with me before. I took a deep breath and started to read, finding quite quickly that once I’d started I could not take my eyes off. My fingers flipped over page after page, following the lines on the paper that were Harry’s words.
He was so captivating and had me falling in love with him all over again with every page I finished. The brilliance of his mind was something that surprised me still, no matter how long I had known him for.
It was when I reached the second to last page when my body tensed up. Throughout the entire interview, Harry had spoken about his background, future plans, his music and other projects he had in mind. Not once had he mentioned me, which hadn’t been a surprise. Harry and I had decided to keep our relationship as much out of the spotlight as his life allowed it, so usually he didn’t mention me during things like this at all.
This time however, he had, in an article with the name “Settled Down”.

I: So Harry, as we understand you are currently in a rather committed relationship.

H: It’s pretty serious, I’d say.

I: You got engaged, recently, haven’t you?

H: We have, yes.

I: Was that a difficult decision to make? Getting engaged usually counts as a pretty big step.

H: No, not at all. I think Y/N and I have spoken about getting each other rings quite early on in the relationship. We somehow new right from the start that we were 'it’ for each other, so to speak. And, yeah (…) I suppose once you’re sure that you’ve found the right person to have by your side for the rest of your life, the 'letting the other know and making it official’ part comes naturally.

I: Awe, well that’s really sweet.

H: Thank you.

I: How come the two of you waited for so many years to take the step, then?  If you knew so early that it would eventually happen.

H: I suppose it was my fault, to be honest. My job kept me busy and in different locations than she was a lot of the time. And (…) you know, we knew we’d want to properly celebrate the decision of getting married. 'Cause that’s what you do, right?

I: Oh, I wouldn’t know. I am still on the marked.

H: Oh, well, I’ve been told that’s what one normally does.

I: I’m pretty sure it is. Anyhow, you were saying?

H: Right, we wanted to celebrate our engagement and preferably not in a rented hotel room or, you know, on an airplane or, god forbid, over the phone. So it really only made sense to wait until our lives allowed us some quiet time with no expiration date. It was important to us to make it feel right and relaxed. Even if it meant postponing for a bit.

I: Wasn’t she getting impatient? Four years of waiting is quite a long time.

H: Y/N is a very patient person, thank god. And she wanted it to be special, too, so she didn’t mind waiting too much. I hope. Maybe she just hasn’t told me!

I: Well, let’s hope she’s as fine with it as you believe her to be! Congratulation to you both.

H: Thank you, Susan!

I: You haven’t set a date, though, have you?

H: No, we haven’t yet. We’re really enjoying each other’s company at the moment, spending a lot of time together and stuff. Y/N and I are quite happy the way things are.

I: Of course. Being engaged is fun. Why put an end to it so soon when there’s so much time to get married later on, right?

H: Absolutely.

I: So, you’d say you’re at a great point of your life right now?

H: The best, honestly. I get to make new experiences at the moment which is very enriching. My family is well and healthy. I get to see Y/N a lot, which always makes me happy. So yeah, everything is good.

I: That’s great!

H: And of course this magazine is coming up which will be out on the 29th of September. 

I: So subtle, Harry.

H: I try.

My cheeks actually hurt from smiling so widely and my heart raced. It was simple, it was honest, it was Harry. He didn’t share too much private information about our relationship, yet said just the right things to describe how happy we were.
The few tears that had slipped onto my cheeks had turned into more and before I knew it I was pushing the papers from my legs and hurried out of the room. My feet made a loud noise as I stumbled down the stairs and into our living room where my future husband sat, his elbows resting on his knees as he concentrated on what was being played on the telly.
However, alarmed by the sobbing noises I was making, he shot up from his seating position and to his feet just in time to catch me as I threw myself at him. My hands clutched at his shoulders before I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Baby,” Harry gasped, pressing his hands to my back. “What’s the matter?”

I shook my head, burying my face into his neck and letting my tears spill onto the bare skin of his collarbones. Unfazed by the wetness trickling down to and ruining his shirt he hoisted me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

“L-lov-” I gasped, trying to get out the sentence. “Harry-”

“Calm down, darling,” Harry soothed, his hold on me tightening with every shaking motion of my shoulder, “deep breaths. What’s wrong?”

“Love you,” I whined, “so, so much, Harry.”

“That’s what this is about?” Harry laughed, all the worry falling from him as his shoulders seemingly relaxed. He pecked the top of my head when my crying increased.

I was a rather emotional person and it usually didn’t take much for me to have tears spill over. However, Harry hadn’t ever seen me cry out of happiness before. I hadn’t even shed a tear when he’d asked me to marry him, though that was only due to his proposal being completely spontaneous and while we were making dinner together. He’d later on joked he hadn’t organized anything on purpose, so that I wouldn’t embarrass myself by wailing in front of him.

“Harry,” I cried and tightened my hold on him.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

Harry shook his head and carried me to the couch where he sat down so I could cuddle into his chest whilst sitting in his lap.

“I didn’t think it was that bad,” he spoke quietly but started laughing when I made noises of protest. “What was that?”

“It wasn’t bad!” I cried, “Not at all, Harry. So Amazing.”

“You really think so?”

I shuddered at the softness in his tone, it becoming apparent that he was sincerely worried I may not have liked what he’d spoken about. My legs unhooked from around his waist and I pushed myself back so I could sit a little further back on his legs. Harry smiled when I rested my hands against his cheeks, holding his face in place. My eyes locked with his green ones before I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his pink lips. A small moan escaped Harry’s throat when my tongue invaded his mouth before he could react properly and I responded by moving my hips against his.

“Y/N,” he groaned and settled both hands on my hips, trying to hold me still.

I whined when his head moved back in an attempt at disconnecting our lips, so I held his face tighter and leaned further in, keeping my lips attached to his. Harry laughed and accepted my needy kisses some longer, before I finally let him go again. I grinned at how pink his lips had gotten and how his short brown hair stuck out into every direction, making him look both, incredibly handsome and funny.

“It was so good!” I promised, my voice less frantic, now that I had somehow showed him how I felt.

Harry smiled softly and pecked my nose. “Meant every word, darling.”

“I could tell,” I hummed and moved my fingers to the top button of his shirt.

Harry grinned, but didn’t comment when I slowly began to unbutton it. My eyes were set on his chest as I pushed my hand underneath the material to rest against his warm skin, my thumb drawing circles right below one of the swallows covering his chest.

“Like how you didn’t say too much, but enough to really give them a picture of how happy we are right now.”  

“Because we are,” Harry agreed.

I nodded and leaned in to kiss his jaw. “I’m glad your fans will now rest assured that I’m taking good care of you.”

Harry groaned under my touch and tightened his grip, his own fingers finding their way beneath my shirt.

“That you do,” Harry gasped, “Though, that kiss you just attacked me with must’ve been the most snotty kiss you’ve ever given me.

"Way to ruin a moment. Thanks, Harry.”

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One Last Time (Smut)


Requested. Piano sex. Not sure how I feel about this, might delete it again.

Word count: 2,605

One Last Time (Smut)

You were pulled out of your blurry sleep, when the small yet beautiful tones from the piano in the living room rung in your ears. Pushing yourself up with your elbows, you gazed over at your phone on the bedside table.

4 am.

He was home again. It wasn’t that you expected Shawn to be lying next to you, honestly, you didn’t think he’d come back tonight.

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Lessons to be Learned 2

Oh jeez. I wrote the first two chapters to a new series in one day and I’m so thankful that @alexispoo gave me the idea to this and other future series. So here is Chapter two. Enjoy. Chapter One HERE

Summary: Being in detention isn’t what the reader thought it would be. The situation only gets more intense when Principal AJ interrupts Mr. Ambrose’s lesson.

Tag List:
@i-kneel-for-king-loki @straight-outta-the-asylum @ridingmoxley @paradoxical-opheliac @geekoftv @wrestlingnoob @m-a-t-91 @livingthestrongstyle @lip-sync @princess3733 @nickysmum1909 @ambrose-asylum-ft-mitch @shieldlovereve @jubaleelovehate @xstylesxclashx @the-geekgoddes @stardustmoonlightflower @ashleyvc88 @ceasaros-smile @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @alexispoo @ambrosegirlforever @llowkeys


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Originally posted by jooheonl

Only Cause I Care (Jooheon)

Warnings: Finally the Jooheon smut has arrived!! Very rough, jealous Jooheon. smut so like… prepare yourself. Smutty stuff does occur. There’s also a bit of spanking. Multiple orgasms but no over-stimulation.


Jooheon always loves to add a sense of normalcy to your relationship. He could only imagine how hard it is dating an idol. Busy schedules and constant traveling made seeing one another a rare occasion. Not being able to tell the public about your relationship also seemed to put a strain on things. But any free time he gets permitted is spent by your side, and while dates where his face is covered by a mask and his eyes are almost completely shielded by a low brim hat aren’t your exact idea of romantic… he somehow makes them fun.

You both knew the sub-par disguise wouldn’t work for long. And on your impromptu date to the mall Jooheon had been caught by a few monbebes while you had went to the restroom.

Knowing that a situation you would rather avoid would happen if you made your way over, you discreetly made eye contact with your boyfriend before signaling that you’d be in the coffee shop near by. He nods in understanding before politely shushing the screeching girls, trying to keep the group of 5 at 5 and only 5.

You smiled as you watched from the window of the coffee shop. Seeing Jooheon be so warm and compassionate to other women would make any other girl jealous, but honestly it was what attracted you to him in the first place. You always did have a thing for the sweethearts

“Is this seat taken?” A stranger asks, and sits down before you have the chance to reply.

You look around and see the coffee shop has become quite packed, so you write it off as someone just looking to sit down while the wait for their order. You turn to see a man, who seems to be around your age. Your eyes meet so you give a polite smile of acknowledgment before turning to watch your boyfriend once again.

“Is that an idol?” The same voice asks.

You answer yes, not bothering to turn around.

“You must be a fan.” He says.

You chuckle, “Oh yeah. Probably the biggest fan of all.”

“So why aren’t you over there flirting? I’m sure a pretty girl like yourself would catch his attention.” The man compliments.

You finally turn to face him. “Uhm… thanks. I don’t really need it though. I’m fine just watching.”

“Ahh that’s rare. Most girls go cray over the attention of idols.”

You shrug and turn to see that both Jooheon and the crowd are gone. Weird. It was 2 minutes tops since you’d even turned your head. Just then you phone dings. Jooheon’s name lights up your phone, along with a message preview.

Joo-honey: “Heading to your place. Meet me there once you’re done flirting.”


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Jimmy Vesey - I want you

Originally posted by kevinhayes

“could i please request a smut for jimmy vesey from the new york rangers? one after they win the first series in the playoffs against the habs and he comes home to nyc (where you’re a nyu student) and you guys go out to celebrating and you spend the night at his for the first time. He’s just such a big teddy bear in a tough boston boys body tbh” @gpuck2k16

word count:1800

warnings: Drinking. smut.

It was spring break for NYU, the New York Rangers have just won their first round of playoffs, and you were going to finally be able to spend some time with your (always busy) hockey boyfriend. The excitement you were feeling from getting to spend the next few days with Jimmy Vesey was more than you’ve felt in a long time. He has been working so hard this season and to see it all pay off in the playoffs so far meant everything to you.
Your phone screen lit up as you were laying down in your dorm room.

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anonymous asked:

I just... I need FWB Trevor, please? With people finding out.

Word Count: 1592

“Hey, Trev, I’m about to head out and I need you to look over these emails I got earlier,” you announced as you stepped into the Achievement Hunter office. Trevor glanced up from where he was bent over looking at something on Geoff’s machine on the other side of the room. You could have sworn you saw a slight glimmer in his eye but he was quick to check himself as he stood up to his full height.

And, man, it was a good height.

“Alright, (Y/N), I’ll be there in a minute,” he answered, giving you a smile.

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Sex Bomb (Smut)


Request:  Yo can you make an imagine about buying the sex bathbomb and taking a bath with shawn that leads to some slow passionate sex ?

Word Count: 2,217

Sex Bomb

“Are you done yet, please?” Shawn whined at me.

I was holding another dress up in front of me, looking at myself in the mirror.

“Soon babe, I promise” I assured him.

He stuck his tongue out at me, obviously very annoyed with me. It just made me laugh, though. He was cute when he got frustrated. Shawn leaned against the wall in the store, doing his very best to let me know, he surely wasn’t happy with me.

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ninja ship party, 3. please. - Eames

Prompt 3: kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s

Dan’s hands fell to Brian’s hips as the shorter male pinned him against the wall. Their lips were pressed together and their breathing was ragged as Dan pulled Brian closer.

“You’ve been teasing me all goddamn day, Dan,” Brian mumbles against his lips, “Always with these fuckin’ hips.” He’s back to kissing him and Dan can’t suppress the moan that passes through when Brian’s hands grab at his ass.

Dan has to remember their surroundings: the Grump Space’s bathroom, and if he recalls, Arin complained about needing to use it 5 minutes before Brian cornered him. Dan wanted to tell Brian that they needed to stop, but he couldn’t find the words, let alone get them out if he even had the chance.

Brian’s hands are on his lower back, pushing up his t-shirt and the gentle touch of his palms on Dan’s bare skin are driving him insane. Dan feels Brian’s tongue push past his lips and he doesn’t even fight against it, just lets it happen as his back arches. He feels his body pressing against Brian and he knows that Brian is enjoying this, reveling in the fact that he’s making Dan fall apart.

Brian grabs at Dan’s thighs and he lifts them up, using his strength to keep Dan pressed against the wall as he wraps Dan’s legs around his hips. He hums as he slides his hand up to the back of Dan’s neck and grabs at his curls, giving them a tug. He smirks against Dan’s lips as the man groans, and Brian’s completely prepared to go further until there’s a frantic knock at the door.

“Dammit, guys, I need to use the bathroom, can you fuck somewhere else?!” Arin’s pleading voice calls from the other side as Brian drops Dan’s legs from around his hips.

“Guess we’ll have to try this some other time.” Brian says, giving Dan a quick peck on the lips before he opens the door and walks out the bathroom, leaving a flustered Dan and an aggravated Arin behind him.

His little princess

Based on: Imagine Dwalin letting his daughter braid his hair and beard.

Pairing: DwalinxReader

Words: 1818

There is no warnings, but I’d like to note that I’ve thought reader here as a dwarf, even I don’t mention it.

Dwalin woke for that morning in wistful mood. He turned to look at his side and saw you, his wife, still fast asleep. Then he turned to look at his other side and saw a tinier bed, where his three years old daughter was sitting and playing with her stuffed  bunny toy. When a little giggle left from her lips, a smile grew on Dwalin’s lips. His daughters giggles had woken him, and would soon wake his wife too, if he wouldn’t get up and take the girl out of the room. And Dwalin did want to have some alone time with his daughter.

As silently and carefully as Dwalin could, he got up and took his daughter in his arms. Girl folded her arms around Dwalin’s neck, still holding her toy bunny on her other hand. After a long yawn she leaned her head against Dwalin’s shoulder, who smiled and kissed girls forehead, and then he left from the room.

The house was a little chilly. The winter was starting to turn to spring, but nights were still cold and mornings chilly. Dwalin set his daughter down on the floor and went to set a fire in the fireplace. After a minutes the fire was cracking and starting to warm the room. It was still early morning, sun was still low in the sky, coloring the sky with pink and lilac.

“Adad! Adad! Feli is hungry!” Dwalin heard his daughter call. She had a weird habit to call herself in third person. Dwalin let out a little laugh and turned to see his girl sitting on Dwalin’s armchair. Her lips were on purse, her hands folded on her stomach, her toy still on her grip and her eyebrows were on deep frown. She looked so much of you, her mother. Only her eyes were blueish like her fathers.

“Just wait a bit, Felicia, adad’ll make us some breakfast” Dwalin said and went to the kitchen to make some porridge for them. It took him some time, but he managed to make it eatable, and with some strawberry jam it became even better. In these years when you two had been married, Dwalin’s cooking skills had improved little. Even more when your daughter had born and Dwalin had started to take some of your housework’s. And even now when she was older, Dwalin made you three food or mend his own clothes. It didn’t hurt his pride as much as making you to do all the housework alone and watch after Felicia all day long.

Felicia sat happily on her chair and was eating happily, and messing every possible place. Her face, her hair, her clothe’s, the table and even Dwalin got some porridge on him. But for some reason, Dwalin couldn’t be angry for her. Table could be cleaned, and Dwalin could wash his clothes and his and his daughter’s face. And hair. Dwalin sighed and ended up making a bath for this little pig, who was giggling in his arms and trying to break free.

“Adad, no, no, no bath!” she giggled and tried to once again to get free. Dwalin chuckled and got a better hold of Felicia. It was always hard to get her to bath, and when she got there, it was hard to get her leave. Same fight, every single time. When would it stop, Dwalin wondered. Finally, when water was hot enough, he mixed it with colder water. And then it was time for Felicia’s bath, which she finally took without any fight. Only that she started to cry, when it was time to finish bathing.

“Feli doesen’ wanna get up from bath!” she cried and big, fat tears were rolling down cheek. Dwalin sighed and shook his head. He took a towel and lifted his crying daughter from the tub, folding the towel around her small body.

“I know, sweet pea. But ye have to get up from there sometime so ye can do other stuff. Like play, or eat or grow to be adad’s princess” Dwalin reasoned to his daughter, drying her. Felicia stopped her crying and was now pouting. Her lower lip was pushed up and her eyes still shone from the tears. Dwalin felt his heart melt for the sight and he hugged the girl close to his chest. Two, little hands came to rest on his chest as she rested her head on his shoulder. Still a little smile on his lips, he went to get her clean clothes.

While Dwalin was still dressing his daughter, you woke up, finding the bed next to you empty. You sighed, and turned to stare the ceiling. How long had you two lived in this old house? You could manage to live in the Blue Mountains, better than living on the road. Yet you still remembered your life back in Erebor. You wished for a better life for your child, yet you were thankful for what you had. Dwalin had work and he could bring food for the family. In few years when the garden’s offerings were plentiful, you had been selling vegetables and berries in the market place.

A giggle carried over the closed door, alarming you that your daughter and husband were in next room. Finally you stood up and entered to the next room, only to see Dwalin sitting on the floor, Felicia on his lap. Dwalin was braiding her hair and Felicia had big grin on her face.

“Mama! Look, ma, adad is braiding Felicia’s hair” Felicia shouted and was pouncing on his father’s lap. Dwalin let out a little grunt and lifted Feli up. She let out a loud scream and then she was giggling again. Then Dwalin let her back to his lap and continued to braid her hair. You felt your heart swollen in your chest at the sight, but then you stole yourself and went to do your morning chore’s. You washed your face, brushed your hair and then you changes your clothes. Then you turned and were off to the kitchen.

“There’s still some porridge in the pot” Dwalin informed you. You turned to him, seeing how he was still sitting on the floor and Felicia tugging Dwalin’s mustache and beard.

“Oh, really? You two ate up already?” you asked, wondering how long those two had been awake.

“Aye” you heard Dwalin grunt as you walked to the kitchen. You saw a pot on the table and smiled. It felt like an luxury to have a breakfast already, thought Dwalin wasn’t that good cook. He sometimes might have burnt the porridge to the pot or put too much salt in the pie. Yet you were thankful that he even tried and did something.

“I wonder if this is eatable” you mumbled, jokingly.

“Oi, I heart that!” Dwalin’s voice carried over from the living room. You let out a laugh, of course he did hear it. Well, you would see how the food would taste, when it would be warm again. While you were warming the porridge, you heard Dwalin playing with Felicia and how the girl was commanding his father. She really had wrapped her father around his pinkie. Dwalin knew it too, yet at most of the times he didn’t mind. He didn’t mind playing with Felicia even when you had visitors. Balin and Thorin had found this very adorable. Even Dis had awwed to this more than once. And all Dwalin did was grumble and continue playing with Felicia.

After you finished eating your breakfast, which wasn’t so bad, and had cleaned the kitchen and done the dishes, you returned to living room. You halted and saw how Felicia was yet again sitting on Dwalin’s lap. Only that now she was braiding Dwalin’s beard, a thing he never had allowed Felicia do before. He usually kept his beard open and let only you braid his hair. So, yes, you were quite surprised by hat you saw.

“My, what’s this?” you asked as you approached Dwalin and Felicia. Dwalin started to smile and held out his other hand so you would sit beside him. As you sat down, Dwalin folded his arm around your shoulders.

“Felicia wanted to try braiding my beard and, well… She’s old enough to learn how to do braids” Dwalin tried to explain. You smiled and let out a little chuckle. Felicia had her full focus on doing the braid she was doing on left side of Dwalin’s chin. After a few minutes she finally let out a loud “YAY” after she had finished the braid.

“Felicia, dear, you finished only the other side. You must braid the other side of the beard, too” you said with a smile. The braid wasn’t the perfect one, nor did it look the best one, but you didn’t dare to say anything. You had had your own problems as a wee lass with braids, long ago.

Felicia was looking between the braid she had done and the open beard and then she looked up to her father. Dwalin merely lifted his other eyebrow. Then Felicia started to braid the other side of his beard, finishing it faster than the first one. Then she was off to play.

You were looking at your husband, wide smile on your lips. Dwalin was looking at you, his eyes dared you to say anything.

“You look lovely. You should let Felicia do your beard more often” you said and gave a peek to Dwalin’s cheek. Dwalin grumbled, yet he smiled. And he did, every morning after this morning. In particular morning, many, many years later, all grown up Felicia was doing her last braiding for her fathers beard. For now.

“Ada, please, be careful” Felicia begged. Dwalin sighed and nodded. He tried to be careful, but he didn’t know what awaited him and the others on the road.

“Aye, I’ll be careful” he said, merely so loud that Felicia could hear it. She lifted her eyes from the braid to his father and pursued her lips. Her eyes were shining from the tears she was trying to hold back. Dwalin was already feeling bad about leaving her and you behind, but now he felt his heart drop to his feet.

“We’ll figure out a way to kill that dragon, if it’s not dead yet” Dwalin said, trying to comfort his daughter. Felicia finished the braid and then took a step back. Dwalin was all ready to go, yet he couldn’t move. You appeared behind his back and were looking at the braid, melancholic smile on your lips.

“Just… don’t get yourself killed, alright?” you whispered. Dwalin sighed and pulled you and Felicia in his arms, hugging both of you tightly. When loud knock sounded from the door and Balin opened the door, Dwalin kissed both of yours and Felicia’s foreheads and he with a goodbye he was, to reclaim your home Erebor.

Always Be the Same (Smut)


Request: Could you do one where y/n can’t sleep because shawn is going back on tour soon so you try and wake him up and he gets kinda frustrated but you too end up having very gentle/sweet sex?

Word count: 2,231

Always Be the Same (Smut)

I tossed and turned around the bed, still not being able to sleep. I gazed over at the clock, four hours ago, Shawn had kissed my forehead lovingly goodnight, before slowly fading into his sleep.

Looking beside me, Shawn were lying on his stomach, drooling a bit on the pillow. I still hadn’t been able to sleep, not even for just a minute.

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Unexpected- Part Two

Plot: Josh Dun gets you pregnant and you both freak out.

Imagine: Josh Dun x Female Reader

Requested: No

Triggers: Mention of anxiety and throwing up/morning sickness

Enjoy Part Two! Let me know how you like it so far. Part Three should be up tomorrow.


Josh’s POV-

I had been so excited to finally come home from tour and see Y/N. Touring without her had led to a lot of broken drumsticks and moodiness on the road which had in turn led to Tyler and the rest of the crew staging an intervention, telling me to man up and make our relationship more committed. I’ve known for awhile that I wanted to propose to Y/N but my anxiety has gotten the better of me and it kept telling me that I’m not good enough for her, or she will come to her senses soon and break it off with me. However, I finally listened to Tyler and took the next step; I bought a ring and was planning on proposing the night after I got home from tour but when Y/N called me I instantly became scared that it was over.

Knowing that I would have to see her in person if I wanted to change her mind, I immediately hung up the phone after she called me and started driving over, my heart hammering and my stomach twisting. I honestly don’t know what I’ll do if I lose her. It feels like a nightmare is coming true and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I slam my car door shut and run into Y/N’s building, pulling open the heavy door and running up the stairs. I find my way to her door and raise a clammy hand to knock.

Y/N’s POV-

Once you knew that Josh was about to come over, you tried to clean up and get rid of the horrible throw-up stench. You changed into a TOP sweatshirt and some black Nike athletic shorts, tying your Y/H/C hair into a messy bun. Running your hand over the small bump that was softly protruding from your stomach, you gave a small smile and tried to mentally encourage yourself.  Don’t freak out Y/N. Everything will be okay.

You walked into the living room and threw yourself on the fluffy white couch, picking off the remainder of the black polish on your nails. Suddenly you heard a knock at the door and felt the unmistakable feeling of butterflies making their way around your stomach. You shakily picked yourself up off of the couch and slowly walked to your door. Taking a deep breath you swung open the door to see a visibly-anxious Josh standing in front of you. Some of your fear melted away at the sight of your amazing boyfriend that you hadn’t seen in over two months and you momentarily forgot about all of your problems as you threw yourself at him, passionately kissing him on the lips. You molded yourself into his body as he wrapped his arms around you in a warm embrace. Finally you broke away and leaned your forehead on Josh’s, tangling your hands in his bubble gum-pink hair.  Feeling more confident you turned to look into his eyes and smiled. However, you could tell from Josh’s furrowed brow that he was not going to let you get away with stealing another moment of silence and you sighed.

“I know, I know, we still need to talk. C’mon lets go inside.”

You took his hand and ushered him in, closing the door behind him. You started to regain some of the nervousness you had felt before as you led Josh to the couch.

“Y/N, please tell me what’s going on. I missed you so much when I was on tour and I was excited to see you. I’m so in love with you… and I thought you felt the same, b-but now I’m not so sure. If you’re going to break up with me please just get it over with.” Josh blurted out, closing his eyes and flinching as though you were about to hit him.

Your heart dropped to the floor, seeing him in this pain and anxiety. You pushed away your fears and took a deep breath.

“Joshua, how could you even think that? I love you so so much, don’t ever think that I don’t feel anything but love for you. Not seeing you everyday for two months was like hell. It made me want to quit my job and go on tour with you, but you know that’s something I just couldn’t do. I’m so sorry that I made you feel more anxious than usual.” You brought your hand to Josh’s cheek and wiped away a tiny tear that was spilling over the rim of his eye. You leaned in for a kiss and were met with Josh enthusiastically sweeping you up into his arms as he met your lips. You wrapped your legs around Josh’s torso and you smiled into the kiss, elated at his reaction and quickly forgiving nature, but you were brought down from your high by the feeling of your growing bump pressing into Josh’s abdomen. He put you down as he felt your smile quickly turn into a frown.

“What is it? Did I hurt you?” You could see concern written plainly on his face and you knew that you couldn’t lie about your suddenly negative reaction to his kiss.

“No no the kiss was great, you’re great. It’s just there still is something I need to tell you.” You said, shaking your head. You sat back down on the couch, turning to face Josh. Even though you felt as though you were about to throw up again, you tried to encourage yourself. You’re fine Y/N. You can do this. Everything will be okay.

Taking a deep breath you started. “Josh, after you left for tour I started to feel really sick. I started to gain weight and I also became really hormonal and moody. In the beginning I figured it was just me doing a bad job of dealing with being in a long distance relationship again. But just to be safe, I took a pregnancy test and um…I-it was positive. I’m pregnant.”

It felt so amazing to get that huge news off of your chest you didn’t even notice Josh’s sudden reaction. You had figured that after your emotional reunion that Josh wouldn’t be upset, but apparently you were wrong. You turned back to look at him only to see him pale in the face with his head in his hands.

“I…I have to go.”

Your heart stopped.

“What?! Josh you’re being ridiculous.”

He got up from his seat on the couch and started to head towards the door, you following directly behind him.

“I’m sorry Y/N I just can’t do this.” He mumbled, running a hand through his messy hair.

“Josh what about everything I just said? I wasn’t trying to get you to kiss me or something, I was saying what I actually feel, which you know is scary for me.”

Tears were well on their way down your face as you followed Josh to his car.

“Y/N I can’t be a father right now, I just can’t. Please just let me go.” Josh said as he got into his car and shut the door.

Your tears turned into sobs as you watched Josh’s car get smaller and smaller. You stood outside of your apartment building until you couldn’t see Josh’s car anymore, shivering from the wind. Your stomach growled as you remembered that you hadn’t eaten anything after you had thrown up and you groaned, realizing that you needed to feed the baby. Resigned, you slowly walked up to your apartment building, shuddering as the air-conditioning hit you. Trying as best as you could to dry your tears, you sniffled as you walked into your apartment and entered the kitchen, opening your fridge in search of food. Finally you were able to get a meal of pasta and salad together, pouring the pasta in a bowl and placing it in the microwave.

Sitting on the floor you broke back down, mentally scolding yourself for being so pathetic. You stayed in complete silence except for your sniffles and the whir of the microwave. What am I going to do?, you thought. I’m going to be a single mother, stuck with a terrible job and no support system! You were lost in your growing anxiety and terrifying thoughts until the buzzing microwave provoked a rumble in your lower abdomen. Pushing yourself up off of the floor, you grabbed your food and walked into your bedroom, forcing yourself to sit up in bed and eat. Once you had finished your food, you got up and changed into pajamas, aka one of Josh’s oversized shirts that went down to your knees. Turning off the lights and getting back in bed, you scooted over to what was usually Josh’s side of the bed and felt the tears come once more. You felt so empty and hopeless and unbelievably exhausted. Knowing that you needed sleep, you tried to calm yourself and slow the tears, breathing steady, slow breaths until you drifted off into peaceful sleep.

Hey, It’s Obvious

Best friends Dean and Cas drink a little too much and accidentally end up in bed together.

Neither of them had really expected to wake up, naked, wrapped in each other’s arms, to say the least. But that was apparently what the morning had in store for them, whether they wanted it or not.

“Dean,” Cas was blinking, his head throbbing some as a result of their late night drinking previously. “Dean, wake up.” He tapped the other man on the back, who was sprawled out on top of him, Cas’s legs still swathed around his lower half.

“Hm, what?” Dean started, head leaning up slightly as he scrunched his nose against the daylight streaming in through their apartment windows. “Wha-time-is-it?”

“I don’t know,” Cas had closed his eyes again, yawning as he laid his arm across his eyes, shielding them as best he could. “You need to get off me though, my leg’s asleep.” A command that, really, wasn’t so unheard of between them. Just, usually, they still had clothes on, and weren’t sticky from whatever “activities” they’d partaken in prior.

Because – despite having been friends since high school – Dean and Cas had never slept together before. They were best friends, when it came down to it, and whether there’d been attraction between them or not, it’d always been pushed to the wayside by other things. By Dean’s parents’ divorce, or Cas’s mom getting cancer, and then recovering from said cancer. Or Cas going to England for study abroad. Sure they were roommates, but college life had always been hectic, demanding of things they’d always claimed were more important.

Then they’d graduated. They’d gone out to dinner with their families, and then come back home having drunk a little too much. They’d decided to watch some Doctor Sexy, which had apparently led to Dean with his head in Cas’s lap, and Cas with his hands in Dean’s hair. And then kissing, and making out, and stripping, and, well, words weren’t really necessary for the rest.

“Oh…” Dean said groggily, finally managing to glance down at Cas’s bare chest beneath him. His eyes then travelled lower as he pushed himself up, that green narrowing near their middles before he squinted back up at Cas. “We’re naked.”

“Yes, thank you,” Cas said rather curtly, resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Now, will you please get up? I can’t feel my leg.”

“Yeah, sure.” It was Dean’s turn to yawn as he slowly pushed himself into sitting. He didn’t bother hiding how his eyes travelled down between his best friend’s legs, or how a somewhat approving smile pulled at the corners of his lips.

Cas tightened his jaw. “Really?”

Dean shrugged, smile blooming further as he sank back on his heels.

Head shaking, Cas pulled his legs from around Dean, scowling as he stretched out the one still not quite responding. He was aware that Dean was still ogling him, and tried to ignore the warmth in his chest that didn’t want to object to it. They were supposed to be friends, after all.

Unfolding his own body, Dean leaned back in the couch, taking a deep breath before he cleared his throat.

“Hey, Cas,” his voice was suggestive – in that dude-bro way Dean was prone too, and Cas could already feel his sigh coming on.


“Nice penis.”

“You’re an infant.” Finally regaining feeling in his leg, Cas pushed himself into standing, shaking out his foot as he stumbled away from the couch. The bathroom was his destination.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean said again, Cas pausing to turn his head over his shoulder, eyebrows raised questioningly. “Nice ass.”

He did roll his eyes then, only a short scoff of a laugh leaving his throat as he set himself forward once again.

“Hey, Cas.”

“Oh my god, what?!” He whipped around fully, hands going to his hips as he took in Dean’s crooked smile, the same expression trying to slither its way onto his own face despite how he fought it. He had to stay firm, and disapproving of Dean’s behavior.

Dean, who was staring at him through a haze of lazy sunlight, biting his bottom lip only quickly before finally managing to speak again.

“Will you marry me?”

He said it so simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it took Cas a moment to really realize what the question even was. He blinked, his expression faltering, and considered for a moment whether Dean was even being serious.

But he knew Dean – they’d been best friends the last six years. This wasn’t the type of thing Dean would joke about, especially after they’d just drunkenly had sex. For a moment, Cas’s stomach burst with anxiety, the weight of the inquiry dropping down on him eons of societal pressure and significance.

But then Dean’s smile widened a little more, and his stare met Cas’s knowingly.

Because it really was that obvious.

His own grin returning, Cas pulled his arms up and crossed them over his chest. “Yeah, I guess.” It was said with as much exasperation as possible, Cas throwing in a sigh for good measure. He didn’t look away from Dean though – Dean, who was on his feet and rounding the coffee table. Who stood before him with that big grin still, and who reached out, held Cas’s cheeks gently in his hands, and kissed him.

“I don’t have a ring,” he admitted quietly as he pulled away – just enough to speak. “I wasn’t exactly expecting to do this.” Which was reasonable. Sure they’d probably spent more time together since becoming friends than they had with anyone else on the planet, but they’d never actually been on an official date.

“Oh, well, that’s the deal breaker,” Cas replied, finally allowing a full smile to stretch his lips. “You’re never prepared for anything.”

“That hurts, Cas,” he feigned before indulging another kiss. “I can give you something though,” he rubbed his hips forward into Cas’s, “if you’ll accept it.”

“If I have to,” Cas muttered, though he really was more than willing. Always had been.

And would be for the rest of his life.

Just something short. Takes place in the same universe as Perfectly Okay.