having a dog named water wouldnt be so bad if their cat wasn’t named mackerel. rin should probably never let haru buy their pets by himself. also, tiny shoutout to @animewolf112 for bringing mizu into this world !!
Request - Reader is one of Ned’s ward’s is secretly in love with Jon but doesn’t know that Robb, Jon and Theon are all fawning over her.
Pairing - Jon Snow X Female Reader
Wordcount - 5.431
Warnings - Normal Game of Thrones type scenarios.
A/N - I could do a part two to this
Ned Stark had always been a very kind and gentle man. On a particularly rough stormy night where the wind was so powerful and people struggled to walk through it, Ned was just returning home from a particularly long travel to a place where the disputes had turned from aggressive confrontation to bloody and gruesome battles, Ned had been instructed by King Robert to dissolve the quarrel and quickly, when he had heard the wails of a baby. Ned suddenly became more alert to his surroundings. As he dismounted his horse, he began to search for the cause for the sound. Ned soon located the sound to find the small baby wrapped very scarcely in a couple of woven blankets. How could anyone leave a baby like this? Ned thought as he scooped the baby into his arms, holding it close to himself in an attempt, to share his warmth. Ned mounted his horse and continued the rest of his short journey home, praying to the old God’s that the baby would survive the cold until he could reach the warmth of the castle. The God’s have blessed this child, Ned thought as he entered his chambers where his wife laid waiting for him, wrapped in warm furs.
“Ned is that another one of your bastard children that you insist on tormenting me with.” Catelyn snapped at her husband as she pushed the furs away from her body, whether it was to inspect the child further or to injure Ned, he couldn’t be quite sure.
“Relax my love, this baby is not mine, I found the baby nearby abandoned in the snow. I couldn’t leave it there to suffer and die. The baby is strong, near death and still made it all the way here.” Ned laid the baby down on the furs, it’s skin with a blue tint. Yet as cold as the baby was, it was still curious looking around the room at the strange people. Catelyn, got out of bed, walking over to the baby, the baby turned out to be a little girl, with bright Y/C/E, Catelyn’s gaze melted at the sight. She had always wanted a girl, there was no doubt that Ned and herself would have more children, yet Catelyn was not going to give up the opportunity to have a little girl sooner.
“She certainly is strong, why don’t we take her in as a ward? Let’s call her Y/N, I’ve always thought it was a beautiful name.” Catelyn, picked up the newly named little girl, holding her tightly to her chest.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea, my love. Y/N it is”
(With my deepest apologies to Shakespeare and Dr. Seuss)
Can I kill my Uncle Claude? Yes, I can, I can, by God! I will kill my Uncle Claude!
Should I kill him in the house? Should I kill him while he’s soused? I could kill him here or there I could kill him anywhere Would I, could I, while he prays? Kill him! Kill him! Wherefore stay? I would not, could not, while he prays!
Not in the house, not when he’s soused, Not with his sister, now his spouse! Not while he prays, not while he feasts, O, incestuous, adulterate beast! I do not like my Uncle Claude, I do not like that bloody bawd!
Say! In the dark? Here in the dark! Would I, could I, in the dark?
Should I kill him in his bed? Should I there strike off his head? Kill him with his nightcap on? Kill him when the churchyards yawn? Should I kill him where he lies? I will kill him, by and by! I do not like my Uncle Claude, I’ll kill him, i’ th’ name of God!
The play! The play! The play’s the thing! The thing wherein I’ll catch the king! No more ‘to be or not to be,’ I will kill him, you will see!
Kill him while he wears his crown Kill him while his guard is down
Kill him with some poisoned wine Kill him with this sword of mine
O, is the point envenomed, too? I’m dead–Horatio, adieu! But tell them, tell them, more or less, Who it was that made this mess!
I did not like my Uncle Claude, I killed him in the name of God! Good friend, report my cause aright– And now, goodnight goodnight goodnight!
I’m sorry that I’ve been such a terrible friend. I’ve been away for far too long. I hope that, over time, you will be able to find it in your heart to forgive me.
As a symbol of my deepest sincerest apologies, here is a little wizard. Yes, I drew him months ago. Yes, I’ve posted him elsewhere on the web. But, Tumblr, no other site has such a refined scan of this image. Only a dimly-lit warped and distorted version taken from the tiny lens of a truly inadequate smart phone exists. You, my friend, are the sole possessor of this digital original. This scan among scans. You should feel truly special. Now you know how much you mean to me.
On Wednesday night, during the tribal council meeting on Survivor: Game Changers, castaway Jeff Varner, a realtor from North Carolina, outed fellow castaway Zeke Smith as a transgender man. Varner did what he did to gain an upper hand on the competition. In a plea for his own survival on the show, he attempted to paint Smith as deceitful and untrustworthy to the other contestants, hopefully causing them to doubt Smith’s moral integrity.
It was a surreal reality TV moment.
After the show aired, Varner posted an apology to Twitter, “I offer my deepest, most heart-felt apologies to Zeke Smith, his friends and life allies, his family and all those who my mistake hurt and offended. I recklessly revealed something I mistakenly believed everyone else already knew. I was wrong and make no excuses for it. I own responsibility in what is the worst decision of my life.” Read more. (4/13/2015 11:21 AM(
Do you guys reckon that there are callout posts in a real shitty, MRA, gun lovin, misogynistic, corner of Tumblr? (which I’m sure exists though thankfully I haven’t seen much of it, probably mostly keep themselves to 4chan and such) Can you fucking imagine, the absolute worst of both worlds.
Like CALLOUT FOR TUMBLR USER FLUTTERSHY-WITH-AN-AK THEY ARE A FEMINIST SJW CUCK - Apologized to a special snowflake who said they misgendered them - Didn’t laugh at my ‘grab them by the pussy’ joke - Said Trump is going too far AVOID AT ALL COSTS IF YOU ARE A REAL MAN AND DON’T WANT TO CHECK YOUR PRIVILEGE
I guess I’ve been throwing awkward jokes recently *cries
the first picture supposed to be 19 days’ mock BTS from last the previous chapter (not the latest) and the second picture was a good-for-nothing awkward jokes hahah -_- sorry
oh right, please be careful with internet now! you guys heard about the hacking by WannaCry (cmiiw) no? my friend’s friend just got his laptop infected with that! every file turns to “(original file name).php.wncry” god it was a mess :(
I figured I would do this one before the others because I tend to write better with Lafayette, and my past few imagines have not been as good as they should be. (And my Jefferson smut is my most popular imagine, you sickos ;)
full on smut this time. This is the first time I’ve ever written a sex scene. Please don’t hurt me.
My dearest (Y/N),
My deepest apologies for being called into action at such an unfortunate time the last day we saw each other. I was in such a rush I did not even have the chance to kiss you goodbye. I would like to make this up to you, my love. Please meet me at my office today at 4pm, sharp. Dress accordingly. I eagerly await your arrival.
Frowning at the letter that had been slipped under your door early this morning, you wondered what he meant by “dress accordingly”. You had slipped on a scarlet dress and quickly hurried down to his office. You knew he didn’t want you to be late. Lafayette hated waiting.
“Miss (Y/N)?” the receptionist called out.
You stood up at the calling of your name.
“Sir Lafayette is ready for you.”
You thanked the receptionist, and hurried down the hall towards his office. You saw the large double doors in sight. Approaching them, you took a deep breath in. Were you ready for this? Is this what you wanted?
You exhaled. Yes, yes it was.
You knocked three times on the large, white doors. You were ready.
“Come in!” a familiar french voice sang.
You pushed the door open, revealing the elegant room inside. Lafayette’s office was a large room, big enough to be a venue, complete with marble floors, an expensive-looking main desk, large windows that stretched up to the ceiling, and a long meeting table sitting in the middle of it all. Not that you expected anything less.
“(Y/N!), my sweet,” Lafayette started as he approached you, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. “How have you been?”
“Wonderful,” you responded, eyeing his getup. A navy coat over a white shirt and white pants with brown boots. His wild hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Sure, he looked the same as any other revolutionary, but something about Lafayette was undeniably sexy. Whether it was his confidence, his voice, his accent, or his body, you didn’t know. But you began to experience the feeling of lust you felt when you first laid eyes on him.
“And how are you?”
“Ah, business has actually been pretty stressful lately, it has been taking a toll on me.” He smiled before continuing on.
“But I feel much better now that I found myself a little kitten to play with.” he flirted, gently caressing your cheek with his hand. He ran his thumb along your lip, and you kissed it in response. He smirked.
“I want to play…” you confessed, looking innocently up at him and blushing.
“Oui, bon chaton,” he breathed, dipping down to softly kiss you. His lips were soft and warm.
He then stood up.
“Pardon me for a moment,” he said as he walked over the the double doors, pulling them shut. He reached into his coat pocket and brandished a small key, sticking it into the door and twisting it. You heard the lock slide into place. No going back now.
He strutted back over to you, then began to back you up onto his desk.
“Now you’re mine,” he whispered, sending a shiver down your spine and slightly turning you on.
To your surprise, he didn’t kiss you or touch you. Instead, he took a few steps back.
“Remove your dress.” he commanded.
You gave him a strange look.
“Marquis, we’re in a public office. Wouldn’t you rather go someplace a little more priv-”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” he reinforced.
You hesitantly obliged, reaching behind your back to undo the zipper, and removing your arms from the sleeves as you slid the dress off.
You now stood before him in a matching set of white lace underwear.
“Ah, you want to impress me, no?” he smiled as he ran his hand along the lace of your underwear.
“I know what you want, kitten.” he purred. “You need only ask for it.”
You responded by wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. He seized the opportunity to reach his hands behind your back and skillfully unclasp your bra, and sliding it off you. He bent down, hooked his arms around your legs, then gently lifted you onto the desk, before cramming his tongue into your mouth. You swirled your tongue with his, fighting for dominance. He suddenly parted his lips from yours, and stuck two of his fingers in your mouth. You sucked on them passionately, never breaking eye contact with him. He grinned as he them removed them from your mouth, and pressed them to the cloth middle of your panties. He them rubbed them along the cloth, up and down, successfully stimulating you. You grabbed your panties, and began sliding them down your legs, with Lafayette’s help.
His fingers then returned, slowly sliding them up and down over the skin before rubbing circles over your clit. You arched you back in pleasure and moaned. He continued this, picking up the pace as you gasped and moaned, waves of pleasure washing over you. You felt yourself become wetter as he then slowed down his pace, leaving you wanting more. He then removed his fingers, admiring how sticky they were, before shoving them into your mouth again. You sucked on them once more, bobbing your head up and down. Once he believed they were clean enough, he lead the two of his fingers play with your clit a bit more, before he slipped them inside you. You gasped at the sensation, then moaned as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you.
You began to lower your back onto the desk as he continued.
In and out, in and out.
You melted into his hands.
In and out, in and out.
He then suddenly removed his fingers from you, causing you to whimper at the sudden loss of stimulation. You then stopped when you realized he was unbuttoning his pants, undoing his zipper, and taking out his-
There was a sharp knock at the door.
You both looked over at it, both mortified and confused.
“Who is it?” Lafayette finally called out.
“General Washington.” the voice called back. “Please, this is an important matter, can I speak with you right away?”
“Yes, Sir! One moment please,” Lafayette yelled back, currently kicking your discarded clothes under the desk.
You looked at him, panicked and unaware of what to do.
“The desk,” he whispered. “Get under the desk!”
You hopped off the desk, ran to Lafayette’s chair, and slid into the space beneath it. Luckily, the desk had slabs of wood on the other three sides, making you well hidden from Washington. You listened as Lafayette buttoned his pants up and made his way over to the door.
They greeted each other, then began talking to each other. You were too far away to hear what about. Your body froze as you heard footsteps approaching the desk.
“I think I have it filed here.” Lafayette explained. Lafayette quickly sat down at the desk, blocking you from Washington and framing you with his legs. He opened a drawer, and picked up a manilla folder.
“This may be it, sir,”
“Thank you, Lafayette.” you heard Washington’s voice on the other side of the table.
All went silent as Washington reviewed the papers. You looked up at Marquis, seeing his legs and his quite obvious boner. You smirked out of pride. Then an idea popped into your head.
You schooched a bit closer to Lafayette before carefully undoing his buttons and zipper. Sure enough, his boner sprung out. You gently removed it from his underwear, before giving the head a light lick. You felt him shiver. Washington continued reading the paper, completely oblivious as you sucked on the tip of Lafayette’s shaft, as he grew harder yet. He was obviously trying to stifle a moan.
“So, Lafayette, would you make any adjustments to these?” Washington suddenly asked.
In one swift movement, you took his entire shaft in your mouth and began bobbing your head up and down.
“A…..aaaahhhhh would not, no” Lafayette tried to respond.
“Should Hamilton proofread these?”
You ran your tongue up the underside of his length.
“Are you okay, Lafayette?” George asked, concerned.
“Actually I feel a bit sick,” Lafayette lied, trying to explain the moans.
“Ah, I see. I’ll be going then.”
You vigorously sucked as Lafayette bid farewell and wished Washington luck. Once he was in the clear, he looked down at you, still happily sucking.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” he joked, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing himself into your mouth, taking over the rhythm. You swallowed around him and let him throat fuck you as he rolled his head back in ecstasy, beads of sweat forming on his brow.
His breathing hitched.
“I’m gonna…cum.” he breathed.
You tore away from him, before standing up, sitting on his lap, and pushing his length into you. You both moaned and you ground your hips together, pushing into each other. His hands traveled down to your ass and grabbed it while you rode him, while you sucked tenderly on his neck. You felt an oncoming orgasm, and blissfully rode it out as you rolled your hips along his. He could not take it anymore, and finished inside of you, letting out a deep groan as he did. You then leaned into him and tenderly kissed his lips, as he kissed back. That was the best sex either of you had ever had.
Summary: Requested by two anons:“Can you write an Ethan imagine thing where he comes home really sick and throwing up and Grayson is trying to take care of him and he calls you (Ethan’s girlfriend) to take care of him and come over and see if you can help him get better?” and “shower with sleepy e or g? I’m not asking for anything smutty, just cute cute sleepy baby” Word Count: 1,562 Warnings: Vomiting (if that makes you icky). A/N: My deepest apologies for everyone who have waited for a new imagine. I’ve been so, so busy with life that I’ve had to put writing aside. But I hope you like this one! xx
“What’s going on, G?” You asked as Grayson answered the door, a squeak of protest as he pulled it open. He squinted as the sunlight hit his eyes and they settled on you after a few seconds.
You frowned as you saw the worry in his eyes, wondering what the hell was going on. Both Grayson and Ethan had been out for their daily pancake date and you had been at home, studying for your finals and sending Snapchats back and forth to your boyfriend. He had seemed fine, but he stopped answering after a while and you hadn’t thought anything of it.
Grayson had called you a few hours later, asking if you could come over because Ethan needed you. That was all you needed to hear, taking the bus as fast as you could to their apartment, worry eating you from the inside.
I used google translate for the caption in Russian, so my deepest apologies if it’s misspelled or written wrong! >__< My intent was to say “Ready for the banquet!” (feel free to let me know if it’s written wrong! I’d love to have the right translation….one can never trust google translate enough…Спасибо! <3)
What can I say to you to express my deepest apologies? There hasn’t been a nasty word that was said to you, by others, that I haven’t said myself. For that, I am sorry. We have been through so much and you are the only thing that has kept me together when everything fell apart within me. I am deeply sorry. I do not know why you haven’t given up on me. I wouldn’t blame you. I am ashamed of the way I have acted and I am regretful for how I’ve treated you. So, Body, can we start anew? Will you accept me as I am trying to accept you?