off to bed i scoot

Shield-maiden Within

Summary: Reader is a Saxon woman who doesn’t like the whole ‘a woman can’t do what men do’ thing and so she runs away… with the vikings, and Bjorn trains her.

Characters: Reader, Bjorn Ironside, Ragnar Lothrbrok, Floki

Fandom: Vikings

Word Count: 1936

Disney Movie Writing Challenge, @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen 

AN: I think this is the longest thing I have ever written but I hope you guys still like it even thought the ending is crap…

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Heart pounding, head throbbing and skin sheeted in a thin layer of sweat as I bounced up and down. He lay in the same state as me, only with less of a relaxed expression and more of a tensed one. Instantly, without having to think I knew it was because of my rank. Who I was.

Y/N fucking L/N. Americans most wanted female.

Continuing my thrusts in an upbeat pase, I almost screamed in rage once feeling his hands snake up my thighs to grip my waist. He knew well who was in charge. And I didn’t like getting being touched, not even while I was having sex.

Only he could touch me. No one compared to him.

And this guy was not him.

With a snarl on my lips, I allowed my head to roll down to face the boy underneath me, showing I was not happy with his choice of where to position his hands.

The boy instantly retreated his hands back down to the white sheets, where his fists curled around the fabric instead.

“Fuck, I’m close.” He growled, voice strained and raspy.

“Me too.” It came out almost as a whisper. My pase fastened at the feeling of my high approaching but I’ll admit, it did take a little longer then I hoped for it to finally approach and take a hold of me.

After a few more sloppy thrusts, I finally threw myself onto the bed beside me, the boy underneath me making no effort to move.

“That…was amazing.” He sighed breathlessly. My face twisted slightly at the words. Was it really that good? Definetly didn’t feel like it.

“Yeaahh-noo not really.” I dragged out. But the boy seemed Unphased by my words.

suddenly turning towards me, a hand snaking around my waist as he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, an awkward feeling placed itself over my shoulders at the non existent attempt this boy was making at leaving.

I really didn’t think this guy was one to fuck and stay. I honestly thought that after a good fuck, he would leave. Which both he did none of.

My eyes wide in shock, body stiff as a rock, it was only a few seconds that had passed before I cleared my throat and shrugged his arm off my waist.

“Yeah I’m not one for one night stands. Think of this more as a booty call.” I explained, scooting my way off the bed.

“Wait, you want me to leave?” He asked in disbelief.

“Precisely!” I smiled.

After running around the room, picking up the few discarded clothing items which he had been wearing at the club we met in earlier, a look of shock hit his face as I aggressively threw his clothes over to him, showing no interest in the boy after a rather intimate 20 minutes.

He didn’t move. Staring at the clothing in his lap with a blank, almost saddened expression, but no sympathy was evident on mine. As I stood watching the boy which I had not learnt the name of, an agitated sigh escaped my lips at his attempt of leaving. Finally becoming fed up with his clinginess.

“Can you hurry up and get the fuck out?!” I spat.

The boys eyes shot up to mine in shock, quickly scurrying off the sheets to slide his alcohol stenched clothing back on.

With a roll of my eyes, I watched as he pathetically stumbled around the room in attempt to ready himself in a short amount of time before finally beginning to make his way towards my bedroom door.

A smile fell upon my face at the realization that he was finally leaving, and decided that it was probably best if I lead him out the house myself, instead of risking him walking into a confidential room and expose a stash of something illegal.

After throwing my silk, ankle length robe on, I crept out of the room in attempt to not wake anyone up at this hour of the night, it was a reliever to finally make it to the front door.

As I opened the barrier for the boy, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes when he turned back around to look my way just seconds before he was outside.

“I had really good time tonight.”

Here we go.

“Really?” I asked sarcastically in a unamused tone while looking doing on my nails.

“I mean, yeah. And I was wondering if you would maybe wanna do something else together?” He smiled.

My eyes wondered to the ceiling in bordom, not giving two shits about what this kid had to say.

“Yeah you see, I would do that but…you kinda sucked, and I’m not really looking for a relationship, especially with some minor from a shitty club.” I fired, eyeing the boy in disapproval.

His face fell, eyes showing defeat before I pushed him the extra few feet back and shut the door with a lock in his face.

“Well aren’t you a delight to speak too.” His voice was smug with a hint of morning rasp to his tone, emitting that he had either just woken up or had just been dosing off.

My body spun around to meet his figure standing lazily at the door frame with an arm resting against it. He looked amazingly sexy standing by the entrance with nothing but the dim hallway light to illuminate his body. But in between the dark shadows and small amount of light, you could just make out his detailed tattoos inked onto his godly body.

Which may I say was almost completely bare.

A pair of grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, exposing not only his signature Calvin Kleins, but also a well defined v-line which sadly dissapeared into the waistband of his clothes.

“What are you doing awake?” I questioned.

“I’m a criminal Y/N. I practically sleep with one eye open, I can wake up to the sound of a pin dropping, and in case you haven’t realized, your a lot louder then a pin.” He sighed, running a hand through his bed head.

“Jealous?” I smirked to which he scowled.

“I’m not jealous of some flat chested fuckboy” Jason growled to which my smirk grew.

“It’s kind of hard to be jealous of yourself Jason.”

“Real mature! I wasn’t jealous.” He spat. “I just wanted to get some sleep but you and your everlasting fuck buddy don’t know what indoor voices are.”

My eyes trailed over his fingers tangled in his hair, licking my lips slightly to gain moisture from the sudden loss. Oh what those fingers could and have done to me. “Yeah well now you know how I feel when you decide to play with your toy.”

Jason chuckled, his eyes closing as he shook his head at the ground. “You always have something to say. Don’t you?”

“Wouldn’t be most wanted female if I didn’t. No one controls me. Never have, never will.” I added

“You see, that’s where I come in.” He stepped forward. “Being americas most wanted male. I was able to control you. That’s what makes me so bad.”

“Shut up, you didn’t control me!” I retorted. “If anything, i controlled you! That’s what makes me so bad.”

“No sweetheart, you must be mistaken. I control - others play along. Not the other way round.”

My heart fluttered at the nickname. Sweetheart. Even if it was sarcastic, I still missed the nicknames he had for me. In fact, I just missed him in general.

“What-the-fuck-ever Jason. I’m not in the mood for you tonight!” I shouted, hands wailing around widely.

“Wow, was the fuck that bad?” He chuckled to which I scowled. “Wouldn’t blame him, you always seemed to pick up bad fucks.” He chuckled but he really just inflicted this one himself.

“Then it’s no wonder I picked up you.”

Jason’s chuckle ceased, eyes burning with a unlit flame. No one ever calls Jason McCann a bad fuck and gets away with it but I couldn’t help and push his buttons today. He wouldn’t dare do anything to me.

Jason’s movements began with a few slow steps before picking up to a fast stride. Hands both fisted at his sides in anger before he was only a mere few inches in front of my face.

With one hand pushing me to the door, the other punching the wall beside me, startling me ever so slightly. His face was so close that with every breath he took, I could see his nose flaring. Eyes burning holes through my own.

“Say it again. I dare you.” He spat lowly.

I knew it was sarcastic and practically printed in ‘no’s! But my mind was telling me to press his buttons a little harder and see how far we could lead him on. Because something in my head knew he wouldn’t hurt me, even if he wanted to.

“Your a bad fuck.” I rephrased slowly.

Shocking me sightly once a literal growl left his throat, my eyes burned in shock and amusement while watching the boy.

“You think your fucking funny. So fucken smart? ‘Jason and I dated, he wouldn’t hurt me’. Well guess again princess. Might wanna rethink that.”

“Okay give me a minute….yeah still the same. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” I smirked.

“You sure about that?”

“110 percent.”

“Well your wrong.” He spat.

“Oh yeah?” I growled. “Prove it.”

Jason stopped, his eyes softening slightly as he slowly and barely noticeably stepped back.

“C'mon Jason.” I pressed on. “Prove it. Show me that there is nothing between us stopping you. Prove that you still don’t feel anything for me, and hit me!”

He did nothing. “C'mon! Don’t be a pussy. Hit me! If your so baddass.”

Still nothing. That’s when my voice fell a few octaves, my tone matching his features - soft and sad. “Show me that you don’t still love me, the way I still love you, and beat me. Hit me so hard I fall to the floor. Punch my so agrresively I’ll bruise. Just do something because this is killing me! I need you to do something I can hate you for because I feel like shit knowing that what we are now is all my fault.”

Tears began welling in my eyes. Shocking not only me but Jason as well. I don’t cry, but then Again neither does he. Yet he still managed to shed a few tears the day i left. How do we do this to each other? I dont know.

“Please.” I begged, voice weak. “Just make me hate you cause loving you is too much…. Please.”

Jason stood staring for a while before looking down at the floor, eyes turning red and puffy, but not glossy with tears. At least not yet. “I can’t. I can’t because then I’d never be able to forgive myself. Knowing I hurt the person I love.”

My heart fell. Love?

“I thought I hated you after realizing that I did nothing wrong. That you left me believing it was all my fault. I tried moving on with another girl, going on more missions and even trying to force myself to hate you but I didn’t. I couldn’t. It’s like your family. No matter how hard you try to get rid of them you can’t. Cause they will always - not matter what - be family. Just like you always - no matter what - will be the girl I love.”

“Jason.” I sobbed.

“I know.”

Without another thought, I was In his arms, diving into his chest. Not even realizing that a small puddle of tears had formed on my own shoulder as well as Jason’s chest.

“I’m sorry.” I cried.

“Me too baby girl. Me too”


One more chapter to go!!!

Touch Me.[*Smut]

A/N: This is very short, because this was difficult for me to write. I only just found out that Brett wasn’t gay. I’m also not going to post everyday anymore so I can write better quality stuff.

Request: This was a request asking for a brett smut.

Sometimes my older brother was a pain in my ass. When he and his friends started playing their stupid video games, it was almost impossible to do anything. I was trying to watch the season finale of my favorite show, but the sound of guns being fired and bombs going off seeped through the walls into my room. The added shouts of my brother and his friend only hindered me further.

“He’s flanking B.” My brother shouted.

“There’s another one in house.” His friend warned.

I turned the volume on my tv up, with no luck. It was at max volume and still all I could hear was guns and yelling teenage boys. I growled in frustration, slamming my remote on my bed.

“Dave!” I yelled banging my fist against the wall. “Dave!”

“Oh my gosh! He’s using his vector!” My brother shouted in response. He obviously couldn’t hear me. I scooted off my bed and stormed out of my room. I pushed open Dave’s door, the sounds of the video game filling my ears.

“David!” I shouted again, but I was taken aback when I saw who was sitting with my brother. Sitting crossed legged on the floor next to my brother was Brett freaking Talbot. He was a junior at the pretentious prep school that rivaled my own. He was the captain of the lacrosse team, oh and did I mention he was the hottest guy I’d ever seen. Neither of them had their shirts on and my eyes locked on to Brett’s sculpted figure. I shook myself a little trying to remember why I’d walked in there.

“That’s how you win a game.” Brett cheered.

“Hey, sis! What do you need?” My brother asked noticing me finally. The attention was fully on me now, and I blushed when Brett smiled at me.

“Oh, um your games’ too loud. Can you guys wear your head phones?”

“Sure. Sorry, Y/N” he apologized.

“Yeah, sorry.” Brett said mimicking my brother. 

He eyes were a clear blue ocean and I was drowning in it. I nodded and I turned on my heels leaving the room. I laid on my bed trying to concentrate on my tv show, but my mind kept running back to Brett. His body, his eyes, his lips on mine…. I closed my eyes as I ghosted over my body with my hands. I licked my lips imagining Brett’s kissing my neck sucking on it slightly. I moaned softly as I stuck my fingers into my mouth wetting them with my tongue and slipped them down my body past the waist band of my pajama shorts and my panties. I placed them on my slit, a moan passing through my lips. I thought of Brett’s face in between my legs, licking my bundle of nerves. I moved my fingers pretending it was his tongue and I gasped at the sensation. I pulled my bra up high on my chest allowing my breasts to fall. With my free hand, I grabbed my left boob imagining Brett’s rough hand cupping it. I moved my fingers faster over my clit, bucking my hips. 

“Brett.” I breathed out.

I could almost feel his tongue slip into my entrance as slipped my fingers in. The wetness of my core lubricating them allowing me to slid them in and out easily. I squeezed breast filled hand harder, trying to bit back a moan.

“Fuck me, Brett.” I whispered plunging my fingers deeper inside of me. I imagined Brett’s length fill me, my walls tightening around him. I yearned for his lips on mine, and I pumped my fingers faster. Envisioning, him pounding into me. The thought brought me closer to my edge, and I moved the hand on my boob to my clit. Moving my fingers in circular motions at pace with the ones sliding inside of me, I could feel it. I curled my fingers inside myself, hitting my g-spot with ease. It only took a feel more pumps, and I was pushed over my edge. I tried to muffle my moans, by biting down on my lip a few escaping. I laid on my bed, breathing heavily. I’d just pulled my bra and shirt down, when I noticed him. Brett was in my room leaning against my wall, a smile on his face. I shot up, sitting upright in my bed. I covered my body with my hands, although I was already clothed.

“What are you doing in here?” I spat.

He walked over to me and leaned over resting his fists on the bed. “I’m here to fuck you.” 

anonymous asked:

Ok idk where the promts are but please Chlonath on anyone pf your choice! (If you're still doing them^^)

“I swear, if you get me sick, I’m never forgiving you,” Chloe said, sitting on the edge of Nathan’s bed.

Nathan coughed weakly, covering his face with his arm. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to take care of you, obviously,” she replied, pulling some things out of her bag. She looked around his room, which was covered in posters, some of his sketches, and even a few figurines. It was much smaller than Chloe’s room, with only one window and a twin sized bed. “So this is your room.”

He cringed at her words. This was Chloe’s first time ever being in his house. In fact, he had never invited her over because he was embarrassed. Chloe lived in the most luxurious sweet in the Grand Paris Hotel, and he lived in a tiny two bedroom apartment with his parents, who were currently at work. They weren’t poor, but they were nowhere near Chloe’s level of living.

“I kind of like it,” she commented. She started piling things on his bedside table, starting with cold and flu medicine, Kleenex, cough drops, a thermometer, a box of loose leaf tea, and a heating pad.

“How did you know where I live?”

“My father is the mayor,” she replied simply. “Finding your house was easy.”

He sneezed, so she shoved a box of tissue at him.

“I have soup from the restaurant on the way,” she told him, checking her phone. “It should get here pretty soon.”

“You should probably go before I get you sick,” Nathan said. He felt horrible enough for two, so he didn’t want to pass it on to her.

“I’m not leaving. I came to take care of my boyfriend, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

There was an awkward silence for a moment as Chloe pondered over the stack of items she had brought.

“Chloe, do you know how to take care of a sick person?”

She hesitated. “I’m going to figure it out.”

Nathan coughed again. “Can we start with some tea so I can take the medicine?”

“Tea! Yes!” she said, picking up the box and taking out a packet of tea. She stood there for a moment, staring at the packet.

“There are directions on the back,” he pointed out. “And the kettle is in the kitchen on the counter.”

“Don’t go anywhere,” she ordered, as if he might bolt out of the room. She left the room, leaving Nathan to wonder whether or not he’d rather be alone.

She came back in as he was in the middle of a coughing fit. He wasn’t sure, but he thought she almost looked concerned.

“Here,” she said, handing him the tea.

He took a sip and then spluttered. “This is so strong! How many bags of tea did you use?”

“Tea is supposed to be good for you when you’re sick,” she informed him. “I thought five bags would make it even better.”

He sighed, putting the cup down on the table. “Can I have some medicine?”

She picked up the three boxes and one bottle she brought. This had been her first time buying medicine, and she didn’t exactly know what she was looking for, so she had grabbed several different types.

“How about this one?”

“That’s allergy medicine.”

She stared at him blankly. “Won’t that work?”

He shook his head. “Allergies and a cold are different. What else did you bring?”

She held up two more boxes.

“Those are vitamins, and that one is for children.”

She handed him the bottle, saying, “This one has to be right then.”
“This is Pepto Bismol. It’s for stomachaches.”

She frowned, looking more closely at the bottles. “To be fair, you only told me you were sick. You didn’t tell me what kind of sick you were.”

“There’s Dayquil in the bathroom cabinet,” he told her. “That will work.”

She brought him the Dayquil, which he took with a grimace. The doorbell rang, startling him.

“That should be your soup!” she said, running downstairs to get it.

When she came back in, he was struggling to sit up.

“Wait! I can do this right, at least!” she said, pushing him back onto his pillows. She opened the soup container and picked up the spoon. “Open your mouth.”

Chloe managed to feed him about half the soup, spilling only minimal amounts down his chin, before he was tired of eating.

“You really should eat more,” she insisted.

He shook his head. “I just want to sleep, Chloe.”

“Okay, I can get you-“

He help his hand, cutting her off, and scooted further over on the bed. “The only thing I want is for you to sit right here.”
She gave him a confused look before settling in next to him. He rolled over, putting his head on her lap.

“This is it?”

“That’s all.”

“I’m not even doing anything,” she pouted.

“You’re here,” he replied simply. “That’s good enough.”

She ran her fingers through his hair for something to do with her hands. He fell asleep in no time, leaving Chloe to wonder about her behavior. Two months ago, before they had started dating, she wouldn’t have lifted a finger for someone else. Now, she was making tea, bringing soup and medicine, and feeding the last person on Earth she would have expected to fall in love with. How horrible her luck must have been, she thought.

She glanced at the tea still sitting on the nightstand. There was still a little in the cup, so she took a sip. Her face scrunched up in response. ‘That was horrible,’ she thought. ‘I can’t believe he drank that.’

Three days later, Nathanael was sitting by her bedside, with a bowl of homemade soup in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. He wasn’t one hundred percent better, but he was well enough to be taking care of Chloe, who looked like she might be dying.

“I can’t believe you got me sick,” she complained, putting a pillow over her face.

After he set the food down, he pulled the pillow from her face and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I still think you’re beautiful.”

“Of course I am,” she grumped. She was grateful for the compliment, though, considering she wasn’t wearing any makeup and her hair was a mess.

“Will you ever forgive me?” he asked, ripping open a box of medicine.

“No,” she replied, taking the pill with her tea. It tasted much better than what she had made, she noticed. What she wouldn’t tell him was that, no matter how awful she felt right now, it had been worth taking care of him. Even though she failed, even though she was sick now, she had gotten to spend the day with him, and now here he was, returning the favor. He was much better at it, too. She had gotten lucky after all, falling in love with the best boy in Paris.
I hope you liked it, anon! And I’m always taking requests! This one was a lot of fun to write, lol. Thank you for giving me the chance! :D

Fem! Mikey

Words: 2.6K

Warning: pegging😍 +face sitting

Summary: You think Michael is cheating on you, but when he tells you his secret things get interesting..smirky smirk CREDS TO THE BEAUTIFUL @NIWISDOODLES WHO DREW THIS ESPECIALLY FOR ME!


Here I was again. Sat waiting for him to come home. It was like this most nights, Michael would go out at 5pm and then arrive back home at stupid o'clock in the morning. Whenever he would get back you’d pretend to be asleep but you’d watch him. You’d watch him discreetly look at your sleeping body. You’d watch him removing the lipstick stains from his lips. You’d watch him go take a shower, probably washing off all the nights activities. Tonight though you had had enough, enough of him lying to your face telling you he loves you when he was cheating on you most nights.

You were sat in your shared apartment, one that you had both bought a year ago together on you 2 year anniversary. Yes, you had been together for 3 years, now that was all going to go down the drain. You don’t know how long ago this started but now it had gotten to a point where you were fed up. I heard the door slam, cutting me of my thoughts and I stood up from the sofa walking towards the front door, Michael was leaning against the wall taking off his black converse. 

“Where have you been?” I asked. Michael jumped up and laughed.

“Jesus you scared me” He smiled, placing his shoes on the shoe rack. He walked over to me with out stretched arms but I pushed him away.

“Whoa what’s gotten into you” He grinned. I glared up at him, seeing a light beige lipstick on his lips. I bit my lip trying not to cry as I looked down at the floor. Michaels demanor seemed to change as his shoulders slouched and he stroked over my arm. 

“Babe, what’s wrong” he asked softly. He reached for my chin tilting it upwards and I let a tear roll down my cheek. He swiped it away and looked into my eyes.

“Tell me what’s wrong” He said. I stood there for a minute getting my breathing steadier. I wiped my eyes and looked up at him with a slight glare.

“You’ve been cheating on me” I muttered. Michael’s hands fell down next to his side as his eyes went wide.

“N-no I haven’t, what are you talking about?” He denied. I stood there my sadness turning into anger as he went bright red. You could see some guilt plastered on his face and I knew there was something up. 

“Just admit that you’ve been cheating on me” I spat. 

“No Y/N it’s not like that I swear” I gasped as he wouldn’t make eye contact with me. 

“Really? You come home every night with lip stick round your lips and I found girls clothes that aren’t mine. You’re telling me they’re yours?”

“Y/N, I would never cheat on you” 

“Then tell me, tell me what the fuck is going on” I screamed. He just looked down at the floor, shuffling his feet around and his hands fiddling with each other. 

“I’m leaving you” I whispered and I swear I heard Michael’s heart break. He looked up at me with a open mouth and his eyes went glossy.

“No Y/N, no I can’t loose you” he cried, pulling me into a tight hug. 

“What’s going on?” 

“I’m not cheating on you Y/N, I..would never…don’t think’s’ll think I’m weird”

“Michael you’re not weird, you’re perfect to me no matter what, but I can’t deal with this secrecy”

“You promise you won’t leave me” he whimpered. 

“Mikey..” I whined, grabbing his hands. “I won’t” Michael took a deep breath and held onto my hands.

“I like to dress up girly. I go round to the boys so I can dress up like a girl, I like to look pretty and wear make-up. I can be myself around them and lately I’ve been craving things that I shouldn’t, I’ve been craving that life more and I’m sorry that I’m not manly enough for you, I get it if you want to leave me” 

I stood there shocked, so that would explain a lot of things. Especially the way he’s been acting whenever I would act in charge or tell him off he would always go shy and blush. He especially liked it in the bedroom when I would take charge. “You should have told me, you know I love you no matter what”

“I’m sorry” 

“It’s ok Mikey” I sighed running my hands over his beard. I kissed his cheek as we made our way to the bedroom it being nearly 1am and us both tiered. I got to the bedroom taking off my clothes staying in my underwear and looking at Mikey. He had gotten into a long football Jersey and came over to the bed with a pair of stockings. He sat on the end, un folding the sock and pulling it up his smooth pale legs. I watched him intently as he pulled up both socks. To say I wasn’t getting turned on by his feminine attitude would be a lie. Mikey turned around facing me and I stroked my hand up his thighs and smoothing my hands out over the rim of the stockings.

“You know you said you’ve been craving things you shouldn’t?”

“Yeah” he blushed

“What things have you been craving?” I said slyly, rubbing figures of eight into his milky thighs. Michael gulped and licked over his pink lips.

“I’ve been thinking of you dominating me…of you fucking my hole with the strap-on we bought and I can’t stop” he quickly stuttered out, crossing his legs. I felt myself become instantly dominant as I watched the small boy underneath me. I reached out for his flushed cheeks and swiped my thumb against his cheek, leaning forward.

“Lets make your cravings a reality” I smirked, crashing my lips onto his. Michael was taken back but soon kissed me back, he let out a small whimper and I grabbed his face in both my hands. Michael’s lips tasted like vanilla lip balm and I roughly forced my tongue into his mouth. He let out a whimper as I bit down on his lip. I stroked my hands down to the collar of his jersey and started popping the buttons. I pushed it back and stopped kissing him. Michael wasn’t wearing any boxers so he was just on the bed with the jersey unbuttoned and his pale tummy on show along with his semi. 

“You’re so breathtaking” I smirked, biting down on my lip scanning down his body. Michael blushed and pulled the jersey off his shoulders and onto the floor scooting up the bed. I stood at the end and pulled down my panties and flung off my bra. Michael looked down my body letting out small breaths. I climbed on the bed and sat on Michaels dick which was pushed up against his stomach. I reached for the lube in the draw and put it on the bed. Michael pouted as I leant down and kissed his lips. 

I got off the bed and walked over to our dresser, underneath our clothes were a few toys that we sometimes use. The strap-on we got was used as a dildo most of the time as it vibrated. But it had a long black strap connected to it it being a rough material. The strap-on itself was a 8-inch dildo, it was a cream colour. It was a well sculpted cock, with cream veins running down it and a round mushroomed tip. Underneath the dick was a long pad, full with the vibrating system that would be pleasuring me. There was also a vibration mechanism in the tip, but the switch had two different switches for that and I don’t want to go to overboard with Mikey. 

I pulled the toy out of the draw and un tangled the straps. I unclipped the button and placed it on the floor. I put my legs in the holes and pulled it up my legs. I popped the button and moved my hands to the straps. I fastened them tightly around my legs and the one around my waist making sure the dildo was centre. I looked up at Michael who was clenching his jaw looking at me with heart eyes. I winked at him and he let out a whine crawling over to the edge of the bed.

“You want to suck it” I asked, standing in between his legs and he was faced with it. I grabbed the lube from next to Michael and squirted a drop onto the toy. Michael clutched the cock in his hand and spread the lube up and down the toy. He leant forward putting the tip of it in his mouth, he sucked onto it closing his eyes. I pushed it further in his mouth and he groaned. I grabbed the sides of his face and he hollowed his cheeks sucking onto it. I slowly moved my hips into his mouth as the toy was now covered in Michael’s saliva and lube. I already figured that the toy was wet enough and Michael took his lips off it spreading it around with his hand. 

“Hands a knees Mikey” I smiled. He climbed onto the bed and turned his body round wiggling his ass in the air.

“It might hurt ok”

“No I’ve done it before”

“Done what?” I questioned

“I’ve erm…fingered my ass”

“Really?” I said shocked


“Show me” I moaned . I separated his ass cheeks looking at his hole and poured some lube onto it. Michael’s hands came round to his hole and spread it. He dipped a finger into his hole and let out a moan. He added another finger stretching out his ass. I watched his tiny fingers circle around in his hole, and lightly stroked over my nipples getting turned on by the view. Michael pumped his fingers in and out of his hole and I pinched my nipples between my fingers. 

“Y/N I want the cock” he whimpered out. I stopped playing with my nipple and got behind him.

“Of course baby boy”

I pushed the tip of the cock onto his ass, tapping it and sliding it around. I gently pushed the tip into his ass, just the tip. Michael let out a hiss and he buried his face in the pillow. I stroked my hand over his white ass feeling him flinch. I moved closer to his body, trying not to push the strap-on in but slightly pushing it around. I grabbed his hips and slowly pushed the whole strap-on into him. 

“Y/N” Michael rasped. I stroked over his back and moved my hands back down to his waist as I thrusted into him. I watched the silicon cream cock thrust into his small little hole and bit my lip. I didn’t realise how hot this would be. I kneaded his ass in the palm of my hand, watching the white flesh turn a ready colour. Michael grinded his ass back onto me as I pinched his ass. 

Michael moved his ass up and down, grinding on me. I held his hip as he whimpered, I bit my lip getting turned on a lot just watching the toy disappear into his ass. I pressed my hand onto the dip between his shoulders and pushed him down. I also pushed down his ass so he was laying on the bed with his legs spread open. I sat up over him fucking the toy down into him. Which was also grinding his cock into the duvet. I whined stroking down his back, I wanted to see his pretty face so bad and I knew he was close.

“Michael, I want you on your back, I want to see your face when you cum” I moaned. I pulled out the cock and Michael wiggled his ass. I grabbed the side of his hip pushing him onto his back. He shuffled up the bed and I climbed up, situating between his legs. I pushed the strap-on back into his hole. He wrapped his legs in stockings around my and my lower half was pressed against his dick. 

I looked down at Michael his blonde hair was pushed to a side, dripping with sweat. His cheeks were flushed pink and his chest was a light pink. I pounded the cock into his hole and his eyes were fluttering shut. I reached my hand around to my waist and switched the vibrator on I instantly felt my pussy flutter as the vibrations were set on my clit. I rocked into Michael and his ass clenched due to the vibrations. 

“Shit Y/N” he cried, clutching onto the sheets. I tugged onto Michael’s cock and his hips thrusted into my hand. I stroked over it whilst simutaiously hitting Michael’s prostate. Michael roared out breathing in quickly and throwing his head back into the pillows. I roughly fucked into his hole hitting his prostate over and over again. 

“Are you going to cum Mikey?” I groaned, the vibrations shooting down my body and my wetness dripping onto the fabric.

“Yeah” he breathily moaned. I rammed the strap on into to him as his ass clenched. Michael let out a moan and sank into to pillow. White strips of cum covered his chest and his cock thudded in my hand as it came spraying out. I smirked as he stopped cumming and was left with white cum just dripping from his cock. I pulled the strap on out of his ass and fastly pushed it down my legs climbing back on the bed.

“Mikey baby, can you finish me off?” I pouted climbing on his body, avoiding the sticking cum. He gave me a weak smile nodding as I climbed up further towards his face. My pussy was already dripping due to the vibrations of the strap on and the sight of my boyfriend cumming. I sat over his face and he licked a strip to it and delved his tongue between my fold sucking. I sat fully on his face and his hands wrapped around me.

“You’re so wet” he said in shocked. I half heartedly laughed and grinded my pussy on his face. 

“You made me this wet” I moaned. Michael smiled blushing and his tongue licked over my entrance and thrusted it in. I ran my fingers through his hair and his tongue wiggled in me. Michael sucked onto my pussy making slurping sounds and tasted all my juices.

“You taste so good” Michael moaned looking up at me through his eyelashes. His moans made my pussy quiver as I roughly moved my pussy on his tongue.

I felt my high approach and I clamped my legs around Michael’s face. I grinded onto his face rougher and fell onto the bed post as my high took over my body. I came over Michaels tongue as he slurped up my juices. I came down from my high and climbed off his face over onto the bed. I stroked over Michaels face and kissed him tasting myself on his lips. I smiled into the kiss and stroked his sweaty hair off his face.

“Lets clean you up” I said, getting off the bed and walking over to the bathroom. I grabbed Michael’s pink flannel and rinsed it under the warm water and squeezed it out. I walked back into the bedroom and ran the flannel over Michael’s tummy, washing off the cum.

“So you’re not ashamed of me?” Michael whispered. I looked up at him and shook my head.

“I’d rather you be yourself around me then not be yourself Mikey, I’m glad you told me” I put the flannel in the wash bin and climbed on the bed. 

“Can I be little spoon?” Michael asked

“Of course” I giggled wrapping my arms around him and kissing his cheek.

Come Back Down, Part 10

Characters: Jensen x Reader, OMC-Mike

Warnings: Just some cussing and fluff and a tiny bit of angst.

Tagging: @dancingalone21, @jotink78, @perpetualabsurdity, @maileann, @daydreamingintheimpala, @gecko9596, @gemini75eeyore, @winchesterprincessbride, @sandlee44, @exploratiionist, @arryn-nyx, @littledarlinhavefaithinme, @tiffanycaruso, @boredoutofmymindstuff, @feelmyroarrrr, @raeganr99, @ruprecht0420, @jensenimagines

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anonymous asked:

So! It's Murdoc's bday! And he was sleeping forever so I went and jumped on his bed and woke him up and wished him a happy birthday! Then I told him to go back to bed because he was "grumpy" and I scooted off and though he sounded grouchy I got a really big surge of happy and that makes ME happy!!! -A Noodle that found out they had a Murdoc headmate from their canon just two days ago


Idk if you write smut but can you write one where you walk in on Jack masterbatinf and he eats you out like crazy and you ride him hard

AN Look out friends, super smutty smut coming your way! giggity. I’m funny. Not really, I try though. Also I’m just going to point this out right here because I can. Nick Jonas made a Zoolander reference at the KCA’s which is hella rad if you ask me bc FAVORITE MOVIE. Alright now on with the smut you dirty little fangirls.

Warning: Smut

Your POV

Jack texted me asking if I wanted him to come over, and of course I said yes. It was two in the morning, but he’s over here all the time, so who am I to turn down this glorious offer. Plus, free tacos. They’re tacos. That are free.

I was upside down on the couch watching random shit on TV when I hear the front door open and close. Jack doesn’t even knock anymore, I think he stopped on like the third time entering my house, which made me smile, because it was almost like he lived here.

“Y/N!” he calls. “I’m here and I come bearing free mexican food!”

“My hero!” I shout from my position.

“Where are you?” He comes in the living room, not seeing my head anywhere.

“Upside down.”

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Alley Attack

Original Imagine: Imagine Klaus saving you after being attacked by a vampire.

Author: Damon Mikaelson

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 1737

Warning: Wounds, Blood, and Smut

Comment: I hope you guys like it!

“Ahhh!” A scream bursts from my lips as the nameless vampire’s teeth sunk into my neck. The alley was dark and I could barely see anything. I thrashed my arms to try to escape, but he had a firm grip on my body. One of his hands was on my waist, while his other hand pushed my neck closer to his mouth. I tried to scream for help again, but he had drained too much blood. “Please,” I whispered, gasping for air, “stop.” With my pleading the vampire only sucked harder. My eyes began to close and that’s when I heard it.

            “I think you should listen to the lady.” The vampire tore his fangs from my neck and turned around to face the voice, his hands still holding me up making sure I wouldn’t run. I tried to see who it was, but I couldn’t because of the vampire’s hands on my waist.

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Laughing Love

I haven’t gotten any requests done or the second part of Drifting Away, so I wrote this imagine for y’all :) (I apologize if you’re mad at me, I don’t mean to disappoint at all)

“Stiles…..I will….. beat your ass…….. if you don’t….. STOP TICKLING ME!” You managed to get a few words out while laughing uncontrollably. Stiles wouldn’t stop tickling you because you stole his jacket and wouldn’t give it back. “I’ll stop if you give me back the jacket, you thief.” Stiles smirked down at me while his hands found my most ticklish spots. “I stole it because it smelled so good and it’s warmer than mine.” I smiled at him.

 Stiles got distracted when Scott walked into the room and I took the chance to pin Stiles down on the bed with each leg on each side of him. “Whoa it’s getting a bit sexual between the two best friends.” Scott laughed before I scooted off Stiles onto the bed. “Don’t you and Kira have things to do, like not bother us?” I questioned while rolling my eyes. “Actually yes, we’re going into the city to eat out, you two want to come?” Scott asked. 

“We already ate before you came over. I think we’re both going to pass. Right?” Stiles looked over at me. “Right. Thanks anyways, maybe next time.” I smiled at Scott. “Okay, you two, stay safe and use protection. I hid some condoms in your dresser Stiles.” Scott giggled before getting two pillows thrown at him. “GET OUT!” Stiles and I yelled to him.

“He always thinks that we’re going to end up together and that’s probably never going to happen. I wouldn’t date you” I laughed a little before looking at Stiles. He seemed to have sadness in his eyes. Slowly looking up, he managed to give me a smile, but I can tell it was fake. “Haha, yeah. That’s never going to happen.” Stiles said while playing with his fingers and looking down. 

“What’s wrong? Did I say anything wrong?” 
“N-no, it’s nothing. I really think you should go home. Stiles rushing his words out and looking around quickly. 
“Why? Stiles what are you-” My words were cut off quickly when Stiles pushed me out of his room and locked it.
“STILES! OPEN THE DOOR! PLEASE!” I banged harshly on the door, wishing it would open up soon. I slowly gave up when it wouldn’t open and walked out his house.

I drove back to my house and ignored my mom’s constant calls. I jumped onto my bed and tried texting Stiles. 

Me: Stiles, please tell me what’s wrong?
Me: Please stop ignoring me.
Me: Stilesssssssssssssssssss

Stiles: Leave me alone. Just don’t talk to me. I can’t be friends with you anymore. 

I re-read his text to make sure I was reading it right. Constantly reading it over and over and the words just etched into my brain. “I can’t be friends with you anymore.” I threw my phone into the wall, causing it to smash into pieces. Tears flowing down my face at a rapid speed, I just don’t understand.

What did I do?

Brand New Moves

Request: “Hey can I get a request where Dean X Dom!demon!reader where they’ve known eachother and deans always been the dominate one in the relationship. (Can it be based on the song Brand New Moves by hey violet)”

Pairing: Dean x Dom!demon!reader

Warnings: smut (obviously), dom!reader, demon!reader

A/n: this is the first time I’ve ever written with a song as inspiration, and let me just say, Brand New Moves is now one of my favorite songs

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros


I turned around, thinking I heard her voice. “Sammy…”

“Yeah, man?”

“Did… I just heard Y/N’s voice.”


“No. I know it was hers.”

“She’s been gone over a year now. She isn’t coming back. Not this time.”

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Judgment - Part 3/3 (Cullen/Lavellan NSFW)

(WARNING: Mature content in this chapter!)





Once, on a hunt in the wilderness, my prey was stolen from me by a creature I’d only heard of in our Keeper’s tales - a Red Lion. They mostly lived higher up in the mountains and tended to avoid encounters with people. These animals were solitary hunters - fierce and independent. No one in our Clan had ever seen one. I was the first, and that day, I was sure that I was going to die.

I remember being frozen in fear as I watched it pounce on the doe I’d been stalking and break its neck with a single snap of its massive jaws, I remember being unable to move even after it spotted me, and I remember the moment in which our eyes met for the first time. I imagined how easily it could break me with its large paws - imagined how easily it could snap my neck if it willed it. I knew I should run, but I couldn’t leave. I didn’t want to. In the end, it wasn’t fear that kept me from escaping.

It was fascination.

Here was a true hunter - a true predator and master of the forest.

Its eyes hypnotized me, as did its movements. The hunger in those eyes felt familiar somehow; a hunger for life drove it, much like it did all of nature. I watched its muscles move, stretch, and contract beneath sleek and striped crimson fur as it approached me. Graceful, silent, and deadly. I didn’t dare move. As it circled me, I wondered if it wanted to devour me, and for some reason that notion didn’t frighten me as much I would have thought it would. I found myself wondering what it might be like to become a part of this magnificent beast. Would it carry my spirit to new hunting grounds? Would I be able to experience the thrill of its power and its strength? Would my spirit wander the forests in its body, leaping over rocks and trees as it hunted? Envisioning this, I closed my eyes and waited, convinced that the animal wouldn’t hesitate to kill me.

Yet, death did not come for me that day. After circling me a few times, the lion lost interest. I wasn’t a threat, and that seemed to satisfy him. The lion picked up the doe and disappeared into the trees, almost like it had never been. I always wondered if I would see him again, if another pair of eyes would ever draw me in like those of that rare animal.

And they have.

Right now, I stare into another pair of amber orbs full of hunger – not for sustenance or life this time, but for me.

I’m not afraid. Although my Commander has shown me yet another side to him I’ve never seen, I don’t resist. Instead, I find myself wishing to be devoured once more, to be a part of him. His incredible golden eyes are windows into a storm - a lust and hunger that I fear won’t be quenched in a single encounter. He considers me for a time, his gaze reminding me so much of that day in the forest. When a corner of his lips turns up in a mischievous smirk, I feel my legs go numb.

I suddenly can’t look him in the eyes anymore. Ridiculous, really. This isn’t my first time being with a man. I don’t consider myself a shy and blushing virgin, but right now, I feel like one. When he moves towards me, I move back. My breath slows and stoppers in my throat. His presence is suddenly everywhere, the fur mantle on his shoulders making him look even larger. I almost expect him to stop and hesitate, to wonder why I’m moving away. But, he doesn’t. Those would be the actions of a shy Cullen, and the man before me has already shed that mask. I’ve given my consent, and the chase has begun. Those hypnotic eyes look me up and down, leaving a trail of fiery sensation in their wake. He’s already undressing me with his mind, imagining how it will feel to touch me, and wondering what my voice will sound like when I surrender to him.

“Cullen,” I whisper, floundering for something to say to cover my sudden embarrassment. I look at his armor, then his chest, then the drapes around the bed – anywhere just to avoid his face. “Maybe I should…we should…um…” He still doesn’t stop moving forward, and I suddenly feel very much like that doe in the wilds. What’s wrong with me? Why am I so intimidated all of a sudden? I wanted this, didn’t I? My eyes fall to his hands, then glide up to the neckline of his armor, then settle on his lips.

“Your armor…maybe you should take it off…” I scoot back on the bed until there’s nowhere else to go.

“Hush,” he commands when my back presses against the headboard of the bed. The order comes out as a low purr, that single word washing over me and making my heart race. His gloved hand reaches for me, and I gasp when his thumb brushes over my cheek, slides down my neck, and ghosts against my collarbone. He traces its line then delves lower. I feel as though I’ve drunk a glass of rich wine. Heat pools in my abdomen; my head spins.

His fingers reach for the ties of my chemise. With aching slowness, he tugs on the string and peels one side of the thin covering away from my skin. The cool air from the open window caresses my breast first, but Cullen’s gaze follows soon after. I expect him to touch me, anticipating it so much that my nipples harden and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. I imagine how the leather of his glove with feel against me. Will it be soft or rough? Will it feel good or will I want him to take it off so I can feel the warmth of his hand?

A few moments pass, but he doesn't touch me.

He simply stares. Much like that lion in the wilds. Like he wants to consume me. I’ve never seen anyone look at me this way, and it makes my mouth go dry. When I can’t stand the wait anymore, I finally call his name.

“Hm?” The corner of his lips tilts up even farther, making the scar there dip and curl. I feel an insane urge to lick it. He’s teasing me, I realize, thrilling at the thought. Leaning forward, he breathes a question against my ear: “What is it, Inquisitor?” I bite my lip when he reaches over with his left hand and tugs down the other side of my chemise, leaving me bare from the waist up. I look down, watching as my chest rises and falls at an increasing rate.

“You’re breathless,” he whispers. “Why is that?”

“It’s, oh…” I begin to explain, but my words disappear into another gasp when he moves and his robes brush against my nipples. Their rough texture seems to grind against my sensitive flesh, and I barely manage to suppress a wanton moan.

“You’re trembling, Inquisitor,” he chuckles. Creators. I’ve never heard him laugh like this – soft and low, a sound that vibrates in my chest. “What’s come over you?” I struggle to answer, swallowing past a lump in my throat.

“You,” I murmur. “You’ve come over me.”

“No,” he denies in a lustful whisper. “Not yet.” He suddenly moves away, and it’s as though the sun has set and left me barren and cold. I shiver in his absence, tempted to pull him back. His deft fingers untie the other strings holding my flimsy garment together. In seconds, it falls away, leaving me completely exposed. In a flash of shyness, I try to wrap my arms around my body. He doesn’t stop me.

“You shouldn’t hide,” he says. “You’re beautiful.” I reward his flattery with a blush that even I don’t anticipate. Sliding closer to me, he bends forward until his silken lips press against the swell of my breast. He starts slow, first teasing me with butterfly kisses then finally relenting and cupping both mounds with his hands. Those magical hands – big, warm, and kneading. Flicking with a thumb then pinching just to the point where I can’t help but whimper. I arch into him, unable to stifle a ragged moan when his tongue darts out to lave against a hardened nipple. I feel it all the way in my core – an explosion of something that’s both painful and wonderful.

“Cullen,” I rasp, my hands flying forward and tangling in his hair.

“Do you like that?” he asks. His husky voice rumbles against my breast, making my heart skitter and quake. I want to answer, but before I can, my thoughts splinter, shattering into a thousand different fragments of euphoria as he draws the hypersensitive bud into his mouth and begins to suckle. When his teeth graze against me, I move my hands away from his hair and dig them into the fur of his mantle, afraid that I’ll hurt him. He shifts against me until I can feel his hand slipping down my leg. Wonderful, sweet, and tantalizing pain is building at the apex of my thighs. I need him to touch me there, and I try to convey my desire by moving my hips against his palm. To my chagrin, he moves his hand away. I fumble for his arm, grabbing a ridge of one of his bracers and forcing his hand back where I want it. He chuckles at my obvious frustration.

“What is it, Inquisitor?” he asks, pressing a kiss against my navel. “Do you want me to touch you here?” The villain. As if he doesn’t know.

“Please?” I shudder, desperate and ashamed to find myself begging. With a grin, he pulls me against him so that I’m lying flat on the mattress. Leaning on his elbow over me, he touches his forehead to mine, and our eyes meet once more. He traps me there, imprisons me with his heat and his presence. I can feel his arousal pressing against my hip. When I apply some pressure there with a wandering palm, he groans and closes his eyes, instinctively thrusting against my hand.

“Part your thighs for me,” he orders against my lips, his voice a little hoarse. A few fevered kisses later, I eagerly obey. My heart pounds chaotically within my chest, so loud that I wonder if he can hear it. At first, I think he’s going to tease me again, but it seems that he’s reaching his limit just as I am. He tugs off his glove, then gently rakes the tips of his fingers down my abdomen.

“Please,” I say again, growing more and more impatient. I’m so needy and aroused that I don’t even feel shame at lying here before him, open and exposed – vulnerable to his overpowering stare. His fingers move down, lower and lower, until his thumb finally presses against – yes! Creators above have mercy…The pressure is perfect. He moves his fingers, and whatever he’s doing feels incredible. My head falls back and I rush to cover my mouth to avoid letting out a loud and very unladylike wail of bliss.

“Don’t,” he demands gruffly, nipping at my neck. “I want to hear your cries of pleasure.” I shake my head, unwilling to let go of this last bit of dignity in front of him.

“Shall I stop, then?” His fingers still in their ministrations, and I practically snarl at him.

“No,” I answer too quickly. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Then don’t hold back,” he purrs. He presses against me with a thumb while one finger slips lower, probing gently at first then slipping inside me – filling me, stretching me, driving me mad. “Let me hear you scream for me.” Another finger slips in to join the first. In and out – slick and hard, curling and twisting, a delicious and wicked rhythm that’s only made more perfect by the motions of his thumb. I break. I fall apart. I do as he commands me to; I moan and I whine; I rake my nails down his arms. Perhaps I even scream as he desires, begging and pleading for more.

“My name,” he demands.

“Cullen,” I cry out obediently, terrified that he’ll stop.

“So wet…Maker…” he groans. He’s losing control, too, I realize just as my climax hurtles me over the edge. But it’s not over. My hunger for him is far from sated, and even the stars that explode in my vision don’t stop me from pulling him against me for a long, deep, and dirty kiss. He bites gently at my lower lip while my tongue seeks his out. All the while, his fingers work in and out of me, building me up into another frenzy of need and lust.

“I want you,” I tell him in a shuddering voice. “I want you so much.” Though he’s removed one of his gloves, he has yet to take off the rest of his armor. Imaging how much time that would take frustrates me, and I’m too far gone to care if he’s dressed or not when he takes me. I grab his belt and tug on the buckle. He understands my urgency. While I unclasp his sash, he manages to free his erection from his pants. Just the sight of it makes me lick my lips. There’s something thrilling about this – me lying here naked while he’s still in full armor. It feels dirty and somehow forbidden, and I love it.

I want to say something else, but he silences me by grabbing my hips and urging me to flip over. I can sense that he’s past talking now as he maneuvers me into a position that both shames and thrills me. I’m on all fours in front of him, and as he nudges my legs apart with his knee, I bite my lip to keep from mewling in excitement. I hear the slide of armor and the rasp of leather a split second before I gasp as his breastplate presses into my back. It’s cold – a shock against my sweat-covered skin. Then all thoughts of discomfort disappear when I feel him slide his shaft against me. He feels like molten steel wrapped in velvet. My mind goes blank. I wiggle my hips, urging him to enter me – to take me, to possess me.

The first thrust is somewhat painful. He’s so much bigger than I expected. As he drives into me to the hilt, I give a little yell and fall forward onto my elbows. The sensation is indescribable. He’s filling me to bursting. It’s almost too intense; almost too much to bear. But, still, I want more. He stops and leans over me, his big body shuddering and trembling.

“Are you alright?” he asks quickly. “Does it hurt? Maker, you’re so tight…” The gentle Cullen is back. All hints of teasing and commanding are gone from his voice, replaced by true concern. He scatters kisses between my shoulders, running his hand through my hair and calling my name. After a few moments, my body relaxes, easing around him and accommodating his size. “Perhaps we shouldn't…”

“Don’t stop,” I beg him. “Please, don’t stop.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he protests.

“You won’t,” I give my assurance. He moves again, and this time there is no pain – only a building pressure and a growing bundle of sensation deep in my womb. I encourage him, both with my voice and with my body, until a slow and careful rhythm turns into wave after wave of ecstasy. Only when he’s certain that I’m truly alright does he lose himself with me. His voice echoes in my ear as he murmurs my name, his heavy breaths and grunts of pleasure exciting me even further. To think that I can make a man like this feel this way is an aphrodisiac more potent than any herb or tonic. When his hands clamp around my hips to keep me still, my fingers dig into the sheets. With every snap of his hips, I’m hurled farther and farther towards my climax.

“Harder,” I growl, gritting my teeth. He obliges, but not before pushing on my back and pressing me into the bed. The new angle is incredible and allows me to catch a glimpse of his face. His cheeks are flushed, his lips parted, and his eyes ablaze. He reaches his peak just moments before I do. Warmth floods me a split second before he bends down and nearly collapses on top of me. Even in this state, though, he’s careful not to hurt me, putting all of his weight on one arm to keep his weight off of my body.

I lose track of time. I forget where I am – forget everything that has been troubling me. The nightmares, the regrets, the heavy decisions. Everything melts away as though swept aside by a merciful hand. We lie still, a panting and quivering mess of limbs, leather, metal, and fur. Only after we’ve regained our senses do we look at each other again. Words don’t come, though. There aren’t any words that I can use to describe how much this moment means to me. I have no idea what to say at a time like this, and it would seem that he doesn’t either. So, he just smiles. When another breeze from the open window makes me shiver, he slides away from me. There’s a bit of shyness to his actions when he tucks himself back into his leggings, and I can’t help but feel a rush of tenderness for him.

“Are you cold?” he asks me. “Perhaps I should summon someone to, um, draw a bath.” He pulls his glove back on and rubs the back of his neck. With painful reluctance, I push myself up into a sitting position and don the wrinkled mess that’s my chemise. He steps to the window and pulls it shut. Seeing him standing here in my quarters makes me think of things I shouldn’t. Like how I wish he would always be here with me; how I wish I could sleep with him beside me. Flights of fancy. Certainly nothing that I should mention to him. He looks like he’s brooding over something, and I imagine that the topic lies somewhere within the spectrum of our relationship.

“Won’t the servants gossip if they see the Commander ordering a bath for the Inquisitor?” I ask in jest, hoping that a little teasing would lighten the burden of my thoughts.

“Rina is…discreet,” he says. “Dorian made certain to find someone who could keep quiet about such things.” He turns back to me, and I realize that he didn’t catch on to my tone. His answer is so serious that I frown.

“Does our relationship burden you?” The question spills from my lips before I can stop it.

“No, that’s not…Why would you think that?” I motion for him to come closer.

“Would you be angry if I said that I didn’t care what anyone thought of us?” When he sees that I’m craning my neck to look up at him, he kneels beside the bed. I take one of his hands between mine and guide it to my face, nuzzling into his palm.

“No,” he replies. “I’m alright with that. If you are.” His answer isn’t what I expect, and I feel lucky enough to try and push things a little farther. There’s a topic I want to broach, but I haven’t the slightest clue how to go about doing it.

“Cullen,” I say at length. “May I ask you something?”

“Anything,” he smiles. My heart does a little flip in my chest.

What does this mean for us? – I yearn to know. What did this change between us? My mouth opens and I take several breaths to voice my concerns, but nothing comes out. I feel as though I’ve been Silenced. After several failed attempts, I look down and bite my lip, wondering if I shouldn’t leave this topic well enough alone. We’ve never spoken of the future. In our situation, doing so might be folly.

“I love you,” he says. The words hit me like a bucket of ice water. When I look at him again, I know my eyes are wide and my face bears an expression of surprise.

“What?” I whisper, convinced that I’d misheard him.

“I love you,” he says again, his voice stronger this time. His hand slides around to cup the back of my head; his fingers thread into my hair. “I know we had an unspoken agreement to…” he falters momentarily, but plows on, “…to keep things casual between us. I know that this is far from the right time to be saying such things. But, I can’t keep silent any more. I love you, and I don’t want to live another second without you beside me.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes, I do.” Something wet and warm drips down my cheek, and with more than a little shock and embarrassment, I realize that it’s a tear.

“I…” Creators. Was he saying what I thought he was? Did this mean it was alright to let go of the restraint on my emotions? Did this mean it was alright to think of a future? Together? With him? I slip off the edge of the mattress and throw my arms around him. He returns my embrace with just as much fervor. “I love you, too. I have for a long time now. But, Cullen…”

We could die tomorrow…my heart laments.I want to say as much, but he shakes his head and presses a finger to my lips.

I won’t allow it…his heart whispers back to mine.

Who? - Liam Dunbar

Originally posted by sprayberrrys

Prompt: Can you do an imagine where The reader thinks the Liam is in love with hayden but really he’s in love with the reader💙💙plz

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“I’ve only been in love with him for forever.” I told Lydia, snuggling into the blanket I was wrapped up in. I wasn’t really in a mood where I could be having such a conversation about my crush, but the words were spilling out of my mouth.

“Why not go for it?”Lydia asked as she sat in front of her mirror.  I had spent the night at her house, sense my parents were out of town and I didn’t like being home alone. She was doing her make up, putting the finishing touches on. “He obviously likes you.”

“No he doesn’t.” I said and pushed the blanket off of me. I scooted over to the edge of the bed and grabbed my shoes. I slipped them on and stood up. “He’s into Hayden. I’ve seen the way they act around each other; they’re so into each other.”

“She hates him.” She argued and stood up. She walked over with a tube of lip gloss and grabbed my face. She rubbed it over my lips and smiled. “Make him notice you, not that he already doesn’t.” 

“Can we just go?” I asked her, crossing my arms over my chest. She nodded and put the lip gloss away. We grabbed our bags and walked all the way to her car. She got in, then I got in. 

We drove to school, the radio providing music for us so that we didn’t have to. I stared out the window, watching the route we always took to school. I wasn’t looking forward to going to school.

We got there and I felt the dread come over me immediately. I saw Liam talking with Mason as they were walking to the doors of the school. I sat there for a minute, watching him smile and laugh until he disappeared into the school.

I got out the car and grabbed by bag. I walked with Lydia into school and to her locker. “I think I’m going to go on to class.” I told her as she opened her locker. She nodded and I walked away. 

As I was walking down the hall, I saw Liam and Hayden at their lockers. I stopped walking and watched them. They were talking. I knew I shouldn’t feel jealous but I do. I walked past them, acting as though they weren’t even there. It was easier than I though it was.

I made it to class and took a seat. It was nice being alone in that classroom, even though there was a lot of ruckus in the hall. I was ignoring it though. It was a lot easier to ignore everything. 

I was humming to myself, doodling into my notebook. I was so consumed in myself that I hadn’t even noticed someone walked in. I didn’t even notice they were calling my name. I only noticed that they were there when they took my pencil from me.

I looked up at Liam, closing my mouth. I was going to say something but that would go against me trying to ignore him. I didn’t want to talk to him. I didn’t want to look at him. The dread that was over me was still there and it felt like it was getting heavier. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked and sat down beside me. He started to twirl my pencil between his fingers. That irritated me. I reached for it but he held it out of my reach..

“Nothing.” I said as I stood up. I took a step towards him and reached for my pencil again. He held it further away from me. I huffed. He was making me upset.

“Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll give you your pencil.” He proposed. I rolled my eyes and leaned over him to reach for it. He stayed silent. I still couldn’t reach my pencil. This was getting me nowhere. 

Then he just dropped it.

I felt hands on my waist. I was suddenly being pulled onto Liam’s lap, our chests pressed against one another. I was straddling him. He had a look in his eye, one I had never seen before. 

“You’re so hot.” He said and then smashed out lips together. I was against it for a minute before I melted into it. I put one hand on the back of his neck and the other on his chest. 

It wasn’t ever how I imagined kissing Liam Dunbar. It was a tad bit rough but it was gentle at the same time. It was sloppy, I’m guessing because he had never kissed anyone before and neither had it, but it was passionate. 

His hands were on my waist, but not for long. One was sliding up and the other was sliding down. He was puling me closer, though we couldn’t possibly try to get any closer. We were already locking lips. We were already body to body. 

I pulled back a moment later.  I had to breath. I was panting to catch my breath. He was too. He was staring at me, still holding me to him. No one had ever looked at me like that. He looked at me as if I was the most beautiful flower in the garden, or maybe even the world. 

“I-I thought you liked Hayden?” It came out more as a question. I was confused but also really happy. The dread was gone. All that was left with me was the butterflies in my belly. 

“Who?” He asked. Before I could answer him, he was kissing me again.

Yeah... about that. Part Two.

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Part One

Word Count: 1,794

Once the plane landed at Heathrow Airport, you and Steve spoke with the pilot.
“So, when do you think we can take off again?” Steve had his business face on. He was just as ready to go home as you were.
“I’m sorry, Captain, but there are storms lighting up the route and they all have to pass before I take you two up again. We’re looking at about 24 hours at least. I’m sorry. I already sent word to Agent Hill and she made arrangements for you.” The pilot went back into the front of the plane and left the two of you there to pout.
“I guess I’ll grab the bags.” You slung your red bag over your shoulder and grabbed your other two. Steve grabbed his own bags with a groan and you were greeted by an agent in an SUV.
“Good afternoon, sir,” he nodded to Steve, “Ma’am”, and then nodded at you. You did your best to smile and be friendly; it wasn’t the guy’s fault. You and Steve sat in the back of the car in silence as you were driven to a hotel. A shiver went up through your back from the air coming in through the cracked windows. You pulled your legs up and curled into the leather seat since you were too tired and irritated to complain about it. You watched the silver sky over the city, the sound of leather catching your attention. Steve reached under your arm and started to pull you towards him.
“Come here.” You gave him a quick glare and narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s fine, Y/N. Just come here.” You reluctantly gave in and scooted closer to him, now curling up against his ribs and chest. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, his heat radiating from all directions. You kept your hands clenched in a fist to refrain from any more contact. You had to admit though, you were grateful for the warmth.

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Snowed In (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

“Your niece is basically me!”

Shawn had been carrying my niece and has given her basically 2 whole muffins! “Shawn! I thinks she’s had enough” I said while laughing. “Hey! No baby or human can never have too much muffins!” Shawn said while giving me his cute scrunched face.

My niece started crying. Shawn handed her over. “She’s tired; she needs a nap!” I said while bouncing her lightly. It took me 20 minutes of bouncing her before she actually fell asleep. Shawn had gone to set up a cozy and warm place on my bed to put her down when she fell asleep. I went into my room and saw Shawn watching TV whilst lying on the area he had set up. “Scoot over” I mouthed. He moved off the bed and I put my niece on the bed; her light snores escaping her mouth. Shawn and I exited the room leaving the door a tiny crack open.

“I better be leaving” Shawn said. I looked outside the living room window. Snow piled high and up against the front door. “Uhhh….Shawn, that would be impossible at this point….” I pointed out. Shawn looked at me weirdly and walked over to where I was, standing by the window. “Shoot! I have to pickup Aaliyah at her friends house!” Shawn said. We both sighed. “That’s fine, I’ll just walk!” Shawn said. “Shawn! It’s too cold outside!” I argued. “Just text Aaliyah and tell her you can’t pick her up! Stay here until the snow clears up a little, Okay?” I said while grabbing his hands and swinging our arms. He started to smile, relieving his concern for Aaliyah. He pulled out his phone and texted Aaliyah.

We sat on the couch and decided to watch a movie. We decided on watching “The Breakfast Club”. Midway through the movie, Shawn started trying to pull me up from the couch. “Shawwwnnnnn!!! I waannnnnaa wwwaaattttcccchhhhh the mmmmooooovvviiiiiiieeeee!!!” I whined. He laughed and turned off the TV. “HEY!” I shouted. Shawn picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I had gone into a laughing fit. Shawn turned on the radio on the counter. “Thinking Out Loud” By Ed Sheeran was playing. Shawn and I started slow dancing.

When the song ended, my niece woke up. I went to go and get her. I came back with her in my arms. “You would make a great mother Y/N” Shawn said. “Funny you say that! Cause….uhm……” I started to say. Shawn looked at me weirdly. I then went up to him and showed him my nieces onesie. “My auntie is having a baby!” It read. Shawn’s eyes widened. “Surprise?!” I said while smiling. Shawn smiled and grabbed face and kissed me. “Couldn’t have been happier; having two important people in my life” Shawn said. 

Boring and cheesy, yes I know. It was really short and crappy as well, I’m sorry! I will try to put more effort in future imagines! Hope you enjoyed anyways! Do you guys want more? Actually…..I’ll still write imagines no matter what! Anyways, thanks for reading and I will write soon!