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Make You Mine

Originally posted by kihyunluv

Pairing: Kihyun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 8092

Warnings: DOM!Kihyun, Choking, Spanking, degradation, very rough sex, very very dom Kihyun 

A/n: This lowkey got out of hand, I just wanted Dom!Kihyun. I hope you all enjoy this!!


You stood in the kitchen bent over the counter, trying your hardest to focus on frosting the edges of Minhyuk’s birthday cake. The boys were scrambling around the house trying to finish up the decorations while Jooheon kept Minhyuk out of the dorm. You had the brilliant idea of throwing Minhyuk a surprise birthday party, but you couldn’t have guessed that it’d be so damn stressful. It was a pain to buy everything and stash everything and make sure that the birthday boy didn’t find out about it.

“Babe? Where did you put the streamers?” You heard your boyfriend of two years call out to you, making you stand up straight and take a break.

“Um..I think I put it in Changkyun’s underwear drawer? I’m not sure, just go digging through underwear drawers,” you sighed and ran a hand across your forehead, huffing out a deep breath. You wish you’d done some of this prep work earlier in the week, absolutely abhorring the feeling of being rushed in any way.

With a nod Kihyun left the room and you were almost sad to see him go. You loved Kihyun with every fibre of your being and you were kind of sad that this party planning hadn’t given you two any alone time. It was starting to bug Kihyun too, but hopefully, things were going to go back to normal after today’s festivities. 

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Crush;

“Because he likes you!” + Astro Cha Eunwoo.

[Ft. Pentagon Yanan; sorry I love him so muuuuuch]

Hello! So this was something that came to my mind randomly and I decided to write it, I hope you like it!

Originally posted by glossyblackstar

Word count: 1.3k (sorry heh)

Genre: angsty? + fluff.

Warnings: None.


“That is definitely not going to happen, Bin” you tried to laugh it off, but it was starting to bug you.

You had this conversation with Moon Bin about three times a week, two when he was busy, but he always seemed to make it a thing in his “To-Do list” and couldn’t bear not to cross it out.

“Why not?” he questioned yet again, his eyes becoming smaller in an annoyed gesture.

“Because I do not like him and he does not like me, that’s the end of it” you insisted “Now please stop it, okay?”

“Ah, he’s bothering you again?” another voice joined the conversation and you looked up at Eunwoo who was shaking his head with a smile plastered on his lips.

Your stomach sank for a few seconds, he was exactly the person you and Moon Bin had been talking about and now, you could only hope he hadn’t heard the other part of the conversation.

“Always” you replied with a weak smile.

“Yah” Bin complained “I wasn’t bothering you”

“Yes, you were” you poked his arm “I’ll go now, I’ll be late to work”

“We’ll talk later!” Moon Bin warned watching you walk away.

“No, we won’t” you answered.

Bin loved to insist in the fact that you should confess to Eunwoo, which seemed like a terrible idea. You would always wonder how he’d found out about your crush on his best friend and roommate, was it really that obvious? It didn’t matter anyway, you knew Eunwoo saw you as a friend, maybe not even a close one as you hung out with Bin more than you did with him.

You chose not to think about that anymore, since Bin was not going to let it go, you might as well not burden yourself while he wasn’t there, plus you had a long day of work ahead. Working in the small café downtown wasn’t so bad, you encountered very nice people and others who weren’t so much, but you liked it.

“Hello!” your co-worker greeted you with a smile when you crossed the door.

Yanan was part of what made the café a nice place, he was a very sweet guy who always had a smile on his face and treated everyone so well, you liked being around him because of that.

“Morning Yanan” you smiled back before leaving your stuff and finally getting ready to work.

Yanan had been really shy for a while but he had started feeling comfortable around you too after a while so now, he’d tell you all sorts of stories about his life in China when you weren’t so busy.

Almost by the end of your shift, Moon Bin and Eunwoo came to the café which didn’t make you exactly happy.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered to Moon Bin, in an annoyed tone.

“I told you we’d talk later, now it’s later”

“You’re so annoying”

“Need some help?” Yanan offered, interrupting the exchange between Bin and you.

“Don’t worry, I got this” you assured before facing your friend again and telling him they actually had to drink something if they were planning to stay.

You noticed Yanan seemed a little uncomfortable but didn’t try to ask him why, sometimes he was like that, he got nervous when new people were around and your friends were being their usual selves, Eunwoo and Bin could get really weird when being together.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” Yanan said when you were leaving the shop with Bin and Eunwoo behind you.

“Sure Yanannie” you smiled at him and waved before finally stepping into the street.

“You two seem pretty close” Eunwoo frowned taking your side as Bin took the other.

“I guess” you shrugged “He’s a really sweet guy”

“Huh…”

“Anyway… What did you guys do today?”

Moon Bin started rambling about whatever problem they had encountered that day while you half-listened, the other half was feeling like a 12-year-old excited to be walking next to their crush, which you were actually doing but you still felt a little ridiculous.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow” you nodded when the three of you arrived to the spot where you parted ways “Be safe, okay?”

“You too” both waved and continued walking until they disappeared down the street.

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“I can bring him, right?” you asked Bin with the biggest puppy eyes you could portray.

“I don’t know, it might not be a good idea” he replied furrowing his eyebrows.

“Why not? He’s very nice, you like him” you accused.

“I mean, I do but… someone might not”

“Yanan is super nice, nobody dislikes him… plus, nobody is going to know him there, that’s the whole point of inviting him, I’d like him to meet more people”

“Yeah but…”

“But what, Moon Bin?”

“But…”

“I’m bringing him, okay? I don’t really see the problem”

“Just ask Eunwoo first, will you?”

“Why would I?”

Maybe because it was the house party these two were planning, but you weren’t exactly sure on why they were acting like that about you bringing any guests, not that you’d bring 30 people, it was just Yanan and you.

Moon Bin glared at you for a few seconds before you accepted his suggestion of telling Eunwoo about Yanan.

You found him in the kitchen, he was playing on his phone by the counter.

“Eunwoo…?” You whispered knocking on the lightly on the table.

“Y/N, hi” he smiled “How are you?”

“I’m… good, thanks”

“You’ll come to our little reunion, right?”

“Yeah about that…”

He encouraged you to continue by nodding.

“Bin told me to ask you if I could, er, invite Yanan”

Eunwoo’s smile faltered, “Why?”

“What do you mean why?” you chuckled “Because it’s a party, and I think he’d like it… is it okay?”

“I guess so” he shrugged “I’m not sure our friends would like him though”

What was he talking about? His and Bin’s friends were the nicest guys ever, Jinwoo loved making everyone feel comfortable and MJ was a dork and loved socializing, so did Sanha although he was a little shyer than the other two.

“But… he is my friend, I’d really like him to come and I’m sure the guys will like him a lot too”

“I am not sure” he repeated “Why don’t you want to hang out with us only? We’re all your friends”

“Because I’d like to bring a friend of my own? Why don’t you like him?” you asked, even Eunwoo was starting to annoy you at this point.

“I don’t- I never said…” he stuttered

“Moon Bin likes him, the rest of the boys don’t know him, why don’t you like him?” you insisted.

“Because he likes you!” he replied then, raising his voice a bit and immediately closing his mouth after “Forget that”

“How- why… How’s that a problem anyway?” you muttered nervously.

The dark-haired boy cocked his head, looking at you straight in the eye “Because I like you too”

“What?”

“I like you, okay? I have for a long time but I wasn’t sure you’d feel the same way, I’m not even sure why I’m saying it right now when you really want to bring that guy and you might also like him so…”

“I like you” you interrupted, your hands were sweating and your legs shook a little but at this point you couldn’t stop talking “I like you too Eunwoo, why are you such an idiot?”

“Thank you?” he laughed “So… you like me?”

“I thought Moon Bin had told you at this point”

“He knew?!”

“You two are so lame” Moon Bin’s head popped by the kitchen door “It was so obvious, why would I tell you anyway?”

“Get out” you turned to face him.

“Fine, I’ll let you two finish whatever this is”

Eunwoo was smiling when you looked at him again.

“What?”

“You can bring that friend of yours under one condition” he said.

“What is that?”

“That you come as my date”


Heeey! I hope you liked this and it didn’t turn out as bad as I think it did? Anyway, thank you so much for reading! We’ve reached 100 followers and I am honestly so grateful that you’re interested in this blog, I love all of you! 

Also, I promise I’m working on the requests I’ve received but I also have school and all that stuff so, please be patient with me. Again, thank you very much♡

anonymous asked:

I'm hoping Alec is asking about it not because of slut shaming, but because of his own nerves for being inexperienced. Which could end up being super cute!

I think that’s exactly the reason why he’s asking. alec has shown no signs of being biphobic and I doubt he’ll start being biphobic now. literally just last episode, he was telling magnus that he’s not bothered by magnus’ past with camille and he should just say what he thinks.

also promos are always made to look more dramatic than they are, this clip does that too. and we know their date goes well I mean they’re practically married and planning a party together two episodes later so

anonymous asked:

All four members with an S/o that shares the same birthday as them? (I have the same birthday as Murdoc whoop whoop

(happy early birthday dude!)

2D: He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit freaked out but he thinks it’s pretty neat. You tease him about having no excuse to forget and he pretends to not know it to annoy you. On the day it’s pretty relaxed one of your gifts was a small song he wrote for you

Murdoc: For the most part he’d focus all the attention onto you somewhat nervous about overshadowing you. Whilst he isn’t huge on birthday parties he insists on you coming out drinking with him and you both and up drunk behind a tesco’s eating a huge birthday cake 

Noodle: When she finds out that the two of you share a birthday she gets pretty excited. She immediately goes in to party planning mode for the two of you. Celebrations include a half and half cake, a gory movie marathon and lots of cuddles from Katsu

Russel: He thinks it’s a pretty spooky but cool coincidence and he likes sharing the day with you. You have an unspoken competition on who can get the other the best birthday present. He got you some records and a pair of shoes you’d been eyeing up and you got him a new jacket and some taxidermy stuff

a baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone

summary: Garrett’s engagement brings some of Jeff’s pain to the surface.
A Wedding Videography episode-insert that takes things in a canon-divergent direction.
word count: 1,700
author’s note: Thank you, thank you to @bethanyactually for her beta skills.
If you’re anything like me, the first scene in Wedding Videography broke your heart and the fact that no one said anything to Jeff made it worse. So…consider this a band-aid.

(ao3)

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“No! Did I miss it?” Annie comes crashing into the noisy classroom, wielding a camera and an expectant smile. “What happened? What’d she say?”

“Yes!” Garrett squawks. “I’m getting married!”

With a groan, Jeff fishes out his secret stash of scotch and pours himself a full glass. But no amount of alcohol is gonna stop the chaotic celebration from carrying on, and unfortunately for him, his ears are attuned to Annie’s voice. He can pick out exactly what she’s saying, even among the crowd of people chattering and laughing.

“Oh my god! Congratulations! I’m so happy for you.”

After taking a burning gulp of scotch, Jeff’s eyes drift to the middle of the room where Annie’s giving Garrett an awkward half-hug.

“I think if you guys mosey on over to the cafeteria, you’ll find some Frankie-approved champagne and a party waiting to get started,” she says as she pulls away. “Half-price Shirley’s Sandwiches for everyone!”

“Class technically isn’t over,” Garrett says, his eyes darting toward the front of the room. When he catches Jeff’s eye, Jeff only sneers and pours himself more to drink.

“Please, I’m sure the professor didn’t have any actual lesson plans anyway.” Annie’s voice is playful as she replies, but when Jeff finishes taking a sip from his glass, he catches her gazing at him. He would say she looks concerned, but that’s not a strong enough word. It’s more like her heart has come unravelled and is trying to escape her chest through her eyes.

He winces, and she raises her eyebrows at him questioningly.

“Class dismissed,” he says, averting his gaze.

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anonymous asked:

Nikolina birthday

a spin-off of my fic Start a War (though you definitely don’t need to read that to follow along)

Alina had long ago resolved herself to the fact that her daughter was going to grow up spoiled. It was inevitable with royals. And she highly suspected that they didn’t know how to be anything else. 

But resolve and experience are two different things.

“What did he do now,” she asks, toneless and dead and it’s a question she has already repeated at least a dozen times as the palace prepares.

Misha looks distinctly uncomfortable as the pair of them hide in a storage room within the servants’ quarters (it’s just their place, one they’ve had for a while. And it’s strategically used for when the two commoners who’ve found themselves royals need to commiserate over the extravagances of court), “Cats.”

“Cats.”

“Two of them. Circus cats. They can dance.”

The Queen of Ravka pinches the bridge of her nose, “…why.”

The Prince of Ravka’s nose wrinkles in distaste, “He has too much money.”

“He’s always had too much money.”

Misha nods gravely.

There’s a sharp rap on the door, and both Queen and Prince look at each other in a panic, as though they were murderers found hiding a body and not family hiding from a party planning.

“Are you two finished in there?” Comes the voice of the King of Ravka himself from the other side of the door, “Because there’s still much to do before the birthday feast, and I’m afraid these imported cakes aren’t going to taste-test themselves-”

Misha’s eyes brighten.

Alina glares at him in warning as Misha’s hand rests on the door’s latch, “Don’t fall for it.”

“-and the longer I’m unsupervised, the more orchestras I’m hiring.”

The Queen sighs, looking at Misha, then the latch, and her shoulders fall in defeat, “Do it. The count was already up to four.”

Misha undoes the latch, the door swings open, and Nikolai stands in finely tailored military dress with a baby slinged across his chest in place of a sash. He grins charmingly and beautifully as his family exits from their makeshift bunker.

Alina looks at their soon-to-be one year old daughter. Ana is asleep, and drooling peacefully on her husband’s expensive jacket. Alina smirks, “…no fair bringing the baby.”

Nikolai’s polished smile morphs, just a little, into a mischievous grin as he kisses Alina’s forehead, “I needed the insurance.”

“What did you do now.”

“The dancing cats have been upgraded to bears-”

Nikolai.”

“-and Misha, I do believe the honeyed cakes are calling our names right about now,” Nikolai interjects, landing a hand on the prince’s shoulder and steering him towards the kitchen. Misha goes without much coercion. Traitor.

Alina watches the retreating figures of her husband, son, and daughter and both smiles and rolls her eyes.

Yes, her daughter is going to grow up spoiled.

It’s a Terrible Life - Part 2

Word Count: 2995

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN Stuff

A/N: Feedback always appreciated

Series Rewrite Masterlist


Come on Y/N get your shit together. You ran your hands over your face and through your hair, sitting down at your desk and chugging some coffee. Dean was right, you probably should have gone home, but some part of you was fascinated by all this. You decided to pry into Paul Dunbar’s personnel file and scanned through it, seeing a retirement party was planned for two weeks. “Why would he kill himself two weeks before he was supposed to retire?” You mumbled to yourself and jumped when your phone rang, bringing you back to reality. “This is Y/N.”

“Hey it’s me.” Dean’s voice was like music through the other end of the phone and you smiled despite yourself. “Can you send Ian up to my office? There’s a few errors on a form he filled out I just wanna see if he can correct them for me.”

“Yeah, sure.” You tried to make your voice sound less shaky but you weren’t sure he was buying it.

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But don’t forget the mexican spices,
the heart of the art of the cooking. Oh no!
Don’t forget the mexican spices,
without them you won’t get the flavor of sunshine.
Chili con carne aha
let’s make chili con carne aha that’s good!

I have decided that these two cuties sing whenever they’re in a good mood and or doing something that they enjoy. This is when Scotts in a REALLY good mood, he’s making some chilli for the party Doll is planning. These two have been through a lot with drama and different issues, but things have calmed down for a little while and it’s best to enjoy it as much as you can.and the happiness of people you care for is enough to even make you happy. 

thorned-owl  asked:

This one's for Charity: Hi! You thought you were an ISFJ before retyping as an ENFP, yes? What was it about yourself that made you sure that you're an Ne-dom? What do you think made you believe you were an Si-dom for so long? What advice would you give to someone who is trying to discover if they're an Ne-dom, but has been so unhealthy for such a long time that they have a hard time seeing it?

I’ll summarize a very long story that unraveled over several years: I mistyped INTJ, INFJ, INTP, ENTP, and SFJ. Because I am a responsible project-finisher and the stereotypes about ENFPs are that they do not finish anything, instead getting distracted, I let myself be convinced by others of being an ISFJ, even though the people who knew me best cast doubtful looks upon it. I lived unhappily under that delusion until my friends set me free of it.

So, how do I KNOW I’m an ENFP?

I don’t. I fight doubts and “What if…?” every day, which is Ne being a pain. =P

But whenever I go through one of my periodic bouts of self doubt (which is every two weeks) I remind myself of these things about me:

I don’t think like most other people, to the point of misunderstandings and frustrations between them and me, with me wondering, “Why can’t they see what I do? Why are they so set in what they believe? I feel like I am whipping in the wind here, with no answers!” and them thinking I am out there in left field or about to drive off a cliff, because that is NOT the way you should think, girl! Ne is described as promiscuous with ideas. I steal them shamelessly and it requires no effort to use or drop them. I rarely think the same way, one month to the next (unless it’s on a core belief). I’ll throw ideas around like cannon fire just to get a reaction out of people, to watch them play with the idea or reject it. My friends complain that I am inconsistent, changeable in my beliefs and politics and often “out there” in what I like to talk about. I live in the gray areas. I think in the gray areas of life. Only one perspective really, really, really bothers me, and that has been the case since childhood. I have never fit into any establishment, political party, or church denomination, because I can see how all of them have good and bad things about them.

I have a really hard time classifying someone as all good, or all bad. NFPs are called the idealists for a reason, and I am no exception. I think the best of even my enemies. I give people the benefit of the doubt most of the time, even when it is undeserved. This was a real problem for me as a teen, because Fi tends to blame itself when things go wrong – it is so wrapped up in itself, it can think itself the center of the universe. So, whenever I had a fight with a friend, I assumed it was MY fault, because (idealism here) friends are supposed to love and support each other and get along, and if we’re not, I did something wrong as a bad friend. I still find it hard to assign blame to anyone except myself. :P

I can’t deal in emotions right in the moment. This was the big Fi-indicator, even after an INTJ helped me see that I use a fair amount of Te. Suddenly, all the times serious emotional stuff went down and I had to retreat from it, to figure out how I wanted to react made sense. Sure, I react with anger, tears, etc., but as far as putting words to my feelings… that’s hard. I find it even hard to tell my family I love them. I made albums for them one year for Christmas, expressing my love in words and pictures, because that felt more meaningful and true, and was easier than just saying, “I love you.” Saying that… doesn’t mean much to me, because people also love their dog, and pizza, and movies. If it isn’t said with the soul, it’s meaningless. I dodge discussion of feelings. It makes me uncomfortable. Like Elizabeth Bennet, if the conversation becomes too deep or serious for me, I’ll make some wisecrack to distract people with.

I am a catalyst. This blog exists, with hundreds of contributors and over 20,000 readers, because I got up one morning, totally unaware of how much work would be involved, and said, “A blog for MBTI characters would be great!” My movie review site has 2,000+ costume drama reviews because I thought, “Hey, there needs to be a source where more conservative / Christian readers can find out what is in the latest costume dramas! I’ll do that.” I had an enormous, highly popular Lord of the Rings movie site a decade ago, devoted to exploring the spiritual themes of the films. People flocked to it from all over the world. My online webzine exists because of an idea I had to get people together to write articles based around a bi-monthly theme.

I leap on things without looking, then either keep them up if I think it is a worthy cause or abandon them without looking back. Someone once said of John Lennon, that as an ENFP, he would dump relationships, former successes, his entire career and everything he had built to that moment, to pursue something new, on a whim, and I saw myself more clearly in that moment. I do that. I have spent years on things – only to turn around and abandon them. And if I ever go back to it, what comes out of it is nothing like before. That book takes a different direction, becomes a multi-character universe, with rewrites and edits shaping it in continually new directions, as I build off and branch into new ideas.* Once it’s finished, I’m done. I move on. I find another project, another pursuit, another interest – underestimating the incredible amount of WORK involved.

I, Charity, masterful, wonderful being that I am, decided one day to write a novel on Katharine of Aragon. That became three novels, with 6-8 perspectives per book, and midway through the second volume, I’m already thinking, “After this trilogy, I’d like to do one for the Medicis… and the Borgias… and someone really ought to do the same thing for the Scottish monarchs, since I hated leaving out Margaret Tudor’s perspective in this book… and I could go back and do the War of the Roses, and to be fair, I really should write one about Ferdinand and Isabella… and Charles, and include Martin Luther to offset the Catholic perspective, since it’s stupid to only include one perspective…”

That ought to take me, oh, about the next twenty years. But when I’m done, I’ll have the most expansive knowledge of that time period of anyone, ever, and not much to show for it, since then I’ll probably move on to something else. :P

Does that help at all?

I hope so, because I need to leave. I decided a few weeks ago, after learning the local dinner playhouse is hosting a zombie theme for Halloween weekend, and costumes are invited, that myself and my two best friends ought to be the Bennet sisters from Pride & Prejudice & Zombies. Naturally, this meant sewing costumes. Regency costumes. Not cheap knock-offs, actual costumes that resemble the ones worn in the film. I went for it… the same month I had eye surgery scheduled, work deadlines, two Halloween parties planned, and two online webzine deadlines.

I did not think that one through.

Yet, I got it all done and wrote 20k words on a novel besides.

* This is why it was stupid to let INFP George Lucas near Star Wars 30 years later. ;)

Luke Brooks Dirty Imagine

*Your Point of View*

The crowd moved in a wave of bodies pressed tightly together, swallowing up the oxygen and replacing it with warm breaths and salty perspiration.

Pale skin tones and dark skin tones were sealed together by the sticky glue of sweat and desire.

Hands waved free as birds in the air with charm bracelets and glow bracelets jangled, only for the musical sound to be drowned out by the heavy bass and electronics blasting from the speakers.

You smile at the huge crowd of people dancing around at the L.A. house. The boys had been planning this party for two weeks and it was amazing.

You laugh upon seeing the boys all dancing around like crazy and head over to the bar to let Luke have some fun on his own.

The bartender slides a shot towards you.

“But I didn’t ask for anything yet..” you say in confusion.

“Compliments of the gentleman,” the bartender motions to your left and you turn to see a very handsome gentleman about your age.

The gentleman holds up his shot and motions to you, you smile before you and him knock it back simultaneously.

“Hi I’m Kyle,” he extends his hand for a handshake.

You take his hand and lightly shake it, “(Y/N)”.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N). So tell me, what’s a gorgeous girl like you doing all alone at a bar?”

Before you can explain that your boyfriend is off having fun he speaks up once more.

“Never mind that. How would you like to dance?”

You look at him hesitantly but decide that a small dance with plenty of personal space would be harmless.

“Sure,” you smile lightly and walk towards the other dancing bodies.

You remain a safe distance from Kyle as you begin swaying your hips to the music. Kyle begins moving around as well but begins to get progressively closer.

“Damn you’re so fucking hot,” Kyle whispers in your ear. You try pushing him away as he inches even closer but he’s too strong. You’re pushing with all your might as he leans down and grabs your ass. You furiously kick him in the balls and slap him on the face.

“You have no right to touch me, or any woman for that matter unless they say you can.”

You stomp away and glance at the crowd for Luke wishing he had come to your rescue, but instead you see him obliviously jumping around and ignoring you.

All you wanted to do was have a fun night and dance with Luke, but he’s been too busy for you all night. All of his attention has been on everyone but you. Fears began to creep into your mind as you began to take off your heels. He’s only getting more famous by the minute and he’s going to have less and less time. Will you just fade away?

You watch as he and the boys are huddle in a circle talking with a couple of other slightly famous people.

You fear he’ll get bored of you and have no time for you so he’ll just cast you aside and continue on his path to becoming even more famous. All the love you two have shared will dissipate into nothing and leave you with a broken heart.

As your mind contemplates these ideas, tears begin to well up in your eyes and one manages to cascade down your face just as Luke glances up and catches your eye.

You turn away from him and sprint up the stairs towards your room and you hear Luke sprinting after you calling out your name. You slam the door shut and sit in front of the door to try and prevent him from entering.

At this point you’ve broken out into a full blown sob and the tears are flowing endlessly.

Luke finally reaches the door and pushes to try and open it.

“(Y/N), babe, open up please. What’s the matter?”

The sound of his voice causes your sobs to deepen and your body to shake more.

“(Y/N) please open up. Baby please tell me what’s wrong,” you can hear a catch in his voice as if he’s almost on the brink of tears.

He slams his full body into the door causing your body to slide across the rug and the door to open.

As soon as he’s in the door you’re standing up and lashing out at his with furious slaps and scratches. To protect himself he grabs your hands .

“What the fuck is going on?” he screams.

“Get the fuck off me. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!”

“No I won’t let you go until you tell me what the fuck is going on” he screams at the top of his lungs.

You push him off you and you pull your hands back from his grip. “You spend this entire party ignoring me and you were even ignoring me this past week. You never have time for me anymore. We barely get any one on one time together and I feel like you don’t even want any. You’re getting more and more famous and going on to things bigger and better than me. You’re going to leave me in the dust in seconds because you don’t love me. Hell, the Kyle kid downstairs showed me more affection than you have in weeks!”

“What Kyle kid?!” Luke furrowed his eyebrows.

“This guy downstairs who bought me a drink, called me beautiful, and then asked me to dance. I said sure and was trying to keep my distance but he actually thought I was attractive and grabbed my butt.”

“Are you kidding me?” Luke fumed with rage.

“I shoved him away and slapped him since you were nowhere in sight and didn’t have a care in the world what I was up to. Anyways, he showed me more affection than you have in ages,” you scream the last part at him.

Luke is burning with so much rage that he clenches and unclenches his fist and walks around in a circle. Suddenly he lunges at you and slams you against the wall and grabs your butt firmly in his large hands.

“You mean to tell me that he touched you here,” he squeezes your ass firmly.

“Yes,” you bite your lip looking into his lustful eyes.

“I’ll break hand before he’ll touch my property again. This is mine,” he said possessively and squeezed your ass once more. “Say it back to me. What is this?”

“Yours. All yours.”

He pulls your legs around him and he feels up your whole body with such tender care..

“No other man can ever touch you the way I touch you.” He begins to sweetly kiss up your neck. “No other man can ever kiss you the way I kiss you.” He presses his forehead against yours and hovers his lips millimeters above yours. “Because no one will ever love you as much as I do.”

And with that he rips you off the wall and places you aggressively down on the bed.

“I love you so much (Y/N) and I’m sorry for being so busy recently. I sometimes get too caught up into things to even realize that I’m not giving you the love you deserve. So right now I’m going to show you just how much I desperately love you.”

He leans down and presses his lips to yours with such ferocity and passion that you can’t help but smile into the kiss. But then a wicked idea pops into your mind.

“I bet Kyle would’ve kissed better than that.”

Luke’s eyebrow raised, “Oh now you’re in for it.”

Luke pulls your dress up and aggressively throws it from your body and rips your panties off. He quickly unbuckles his pants while he leaves trails of kisses from the valley between your breasts to right about your pelvic region.

He pulls his boxers off and positions himself between your legs and thrusts into you with all his might, forcing a scream in surprise and delight to erupt from within you.

He continues to thrust into you with so much precision and strength that you quickly find yourself out of breath.

He leans down and kisses your neck while slamming himself into you.

“Oh my god Luke,” you moan in delight.

“Don’t” *thrust* “You” *thrust* “Ever” *thrust* “Think” *thrust* “Anyone” *thrust* “Could” *thrust* “Do” *thrust* “Better”

“Never. I’m all yours, forever.”

Luke grins at this statement and begins to pick up speed causing your breath to shorten and your moans to get louder and louder.

“You feel so damn good (Y/N)”

“Luke” you scream out, not being able to contain your screams.

“That’s right say my name baby,” he whispers in your ear. “Say my name”

“Luke oh my gosh Luke. I’m going to cum.”

He grins and picks up the pace while his breaths shorten and he begins to grunt lowly.

With one final thrust you clench and you both scream out each other’s names. He rolls off you and wraps his muscular arms around you.

“I love you (Y/N). I always will and I never want to lose you. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I ever lost you because you’re everything to me. Do you forgive me?”

“Of course darling. Just don’t ignore me again or I might just look up that Kyle kid again.”

“Don’t you ever. I will kill that kid if I ever see you within 2000 feet of each other. But that doesn’t even matter because he won’t ever cross your mind again. I love you so much okay? I promise to show you and prove it to you ever day.”

“I love you too Luke.”

*A/N: Thank you to whomever requested this! I hope you enjoyed it! I’ll be taking more requests in my ask so request away :)

Christmas Shamy Fan Fiction!

So I’ve finally written some Christmas Shamy fan fiction. Over 5k words in fact! Also, I must warn you, it contains smut. I simply could not help myself! I’ve been working on this piece for a few weeks. This is my first attempt at actual fan fiction so any feedback is greatly appreciated. Happy Holidays everyone! LLTS

The Christmas Night Paradigm

“I turn my mind off and do what I need to do to recharge.”

- Sheldon Cooper S6 E9

Part 1

It had taken weeks of convincing Sheldon to travel to an unknown location. Perhaps it was the memory of his cross-country adventure via train that eventually intensified his longing for novelty again. Emily’s father owned a luxurious lakeside cabin on North Lake Tahoe, an eight hour-long drive from Pasadena. Everyone was thrilled Emily had invited them to stay for the Christmas holiday. Though, Sheldon was overcome with skepticism until Emily proved to him that the true nature of the trip did not include hiking nor camping nor hippie nonsense. It was going to be one of the most lavish and memorable vacations of his and Amy’s life.

The eight of them arrived on Christmas Eve and planned to stay for five days. Regardless of the changes that had happened to Sheldon over the years, he still insisted being the one in control of all technicalities, especially due to the length of the trip. Leonard and Howard were becoming irritated by Sheldon’s antics and excessive planning. But mostly the return of the dreaded walkie-talkies was the reason for their exasperation. Amy defended Sheldon’s actions to Leonard and Howard, pointing out that he needed to handle these situations in ways they could not even comprehend. Over the years, everyone had little by little begun to understand Sheldon, but sometimes they needed a reminder. And that reminder was Amy. She was patient enough to support him through his antics but also knew when he needed to be put in his place.

With a little over eight hours of driving under their belts, the two cars pulled onto the snow packed, stone driveway. They caught a glimpse of Emily’s fathers’ property and in a matter of seconds were stunned by its beauty. Alone, it was tucked away from the road and in perfect sight of the lake and surrounding hills. Emily guided them to the gigantic, mahogany doors and led them inside the foyer.

“I must say Emily, this exceeded my expectations! This place is beautiful!” said Amy.

“This is wonderful Emily. Really, thank you for having us!” said Leonard.

Emily was ready to reply, only to be interrupted by a cold and flustered Sheldon scurrying through the front entry way, nearly pushing her over.

“Good Lord is it cold! I would have been warmer in Bozeman!” he yelled sarcastically. “Somebody get me a hot beverage.”

“Relax Sheldon, can’t you for just one second enjoy being on vacation?” Leonard replied in an irritated tone. Amy sighed, “I’ll get some tea for you Sheldon, but we need to be considerate to our host. You can wait a few minutes.” Amy leaned over and gave Sheldon a peck on his cheek, letting him know she was there for him. Sheldon initially acted flustered in front of his friends, but inside felt content and loved. “Fine” he said. “But don’t expect me to go outside at any point during this vacation.”  

Amy appeared slightly annoyed, but the truth was she was in rapture. This place was stunning! And she was hoping with all her heart that such a setting would illicit romantic gestures from Sheldon. She knew him quite well. So much so that Sheldon himself was left speechless at the display of her love for him from time to time. But even being hopeful, Amy knew not to be so naïve. Men do not easily become so romantic in this way, especially Sheldon. But this time it would appear Amy was wrong. Sheldon continued walking into the living room, quite impressed at the magnificent vaulted ceilings, stone fireplace, and overall feeling of comfort and warmth. He dropped his bags on the floor, tested every seat cushion, finally finding his spot on the couch’s far side near the Christmas tree. He continued walking through the windowed corridor overlooking the lake, then on to the kitchen and sitting room. He would have no trouble getting comfortable here.  

Once everyone’s bags were inside, Emily gave an extensive tour of the house and covered back patio. Upstairs were the five bedrooms, each equipped with a plush, king-sized bed. Emily and Raj had reserved the master bedroom while everyone else chose their rooms. Sheldon and Amy naturally chose two different, adjoining bedrooms. Amy knew when to be patient with Sheldon. He had confessed his love for her and given in to the first of her physical desires. He needed his space to feel functional.

Every room was exquisitely decorated, but not excessively so. Emily had visited the house earlier that week to assure the accommodations for her new friends were exceptional. She had recently began enjoying entertaining more and more, taking after Raj’s talent for party planning. The two of them complimented each other so well. Emily brought out a fire within Raj, bestowing confidence and humility in him like no other woman had done.

The night before Christmas was an enjoyable evening. The couples played board games and watched The Lord of the Rings, a holiday favorite picked by the guys. Bernadette and Penny stood near the roaring fireplace and sipped their wine. Amy joined them moments later with her own glass. Emily felt slightly out of place. It wasn’t as easy to become friends with everyone as much as she would’ve liked. Amy could sense her hesitancy and invited her over. Amy had a keen ability to make friends easier than ever, most likely because of Penny’s and Bernadette’s social influence. After a small but filling meal, Raj brought out the celebratory bottle of alcohol and poured everyone a shot. It was pure peer pressure after all. All 8 of them gathered around the kitchen island and toasted to friendship and happiness and success. The tension of inhibition was loosening. Relationships, friendships and acquaintances were growing stronger.  

Sheldon sat in his spot on the couch, dozing off a bit due to the ethyl alcohol that had entered his synapses. It was a pleasant, light headedness. He was fascinated by the effects that a low level of alcohol had on him. Every time seemed to be a bit different, no doubt due to the varying environmental stimuli. His body and heart felt comforted and rejuvenated sitting near the fireplace and listening to distant conversations between his friends. His eyes wandered around the room, catching Amy’s sparkling skirt and bare legs. He felt comfortable looking at her from this distance. What harm could be done? he thought to himself. Amy was oblivious. Her skirt hugged the edges of her thighs so tightly that his mind began imagining what was underneath. He continued to stare, gazing up to her chest and face, with the all-too-common glow that she carried. His heart began to beat more rapidly. He was mentally becoming insatiable. Sheldon had had very little experience with controlling his physical arousal and apparently it must have been noticeable.

“What do you keep looking at Sheldon?” asked Leonard. He had been standing to the side of Sheldon out of sight and talking with Penny. Leonard was usually familiar with Sheldon’s strange characteristics but inquired nonetheless. Startled, Sheldon stole his eyes away from Amy, looking down at his drink.

“It’s nothing Leonard….why are you being such a nosey rosy?”

“I’m not being nosey. You just haven’t moved your gaze in 5 minutes and I wanted to make sure the alcohol wasn’t causing you to suffer from a bout of epilepsy,” replied Leonard in a joking tone. He knew what Sheldon was looking at.

“I’m listening to the music, Leonard, what do you think I’m doing?”

“I think you couldn’t care less about Vivaldi and you are instead much more interested in your girlfriend over there.”

Amy happened to gaze over at Sheldon in that moment. Sheldon became flustered and awkwardly looked away. He knew what was happening to him. He was so enraptured by the perfection of the house, and feeling of the warmth of friends, and the attractiveness of his girlfriend all at the same time. While under the influence of alcohol, Sheldon’s mind opened up to realize that he was in fact in control of his urges. And the urge right now was very powerful. More powerful than his desire to make out with Amy, which they had successfully completed a total of 5 times since they confessed love to one another. But Leonard’s comment struck something in Sheldon. This was the urge to make love to Amy, one in which he was almost certain he could and would act upon. He was frustrated that he continually felt the need to justify, or cover up the truth of Amy’s effects on him. This was something he internal struggled with and greatly disliked about himself. He rose from his seat and walked toward the kitchen. It was empty and dimly lit. Amy followed.  

Alone he stood staring into the fridge, as if only buying time and not really paying attention. “Emily was gracious to let us stay here, don’t you think?” Amy asked, attempting to take the focus off of Sheldon. She was so sensitive toward him because she knew he was struggling with some sort of internal dilemma. Sheldon turned to look at Amy. In an uncomfortable moment of silence, Sheldon found himself unable to express his thoughts. Amy was standing before him looking more beautiful than she ever had. The intensity of the situation weighed heavy on him. After so many days and nights spent with Amy, after all they had experienced, he knew he loved her and that he was ready to make her his. He had confessed his love over a year ago, but this felt new. Recently, he had desired a growth in the expression of their love, but especially in moments like this. He had begun to understand that love was not merely the exchanging of gifts or sentiments, handholding or kissing. It was a deep feeling of complete fullness, as if the person you loved was the most necessary part of your existence.

“There is a plethora of thoughts running through my mind right now, Amy. And many of them I do not know how to analyze.” Sheldon backed away as if to gather a greater sense of calmness.

“I understand, Sheldon. When I have felt overwhelmed by thoughts or feelings, I have found it best to simply turn my mind off to recharge. By that I mean the analytical, intellectual part.” She ended her comment with a flirtatious giggle, one that Sheldon could not resist. He lunged into her lips with his. The first thought in Amy’s mind was Really? The kitchen? This isn’t the most romantic place… When suddenly, sooner than usual, Sheldon parted his warm lips, rubbing the tip of his tongue along hers. They had become much more experienced with kissing, always trying something new. Sheldon of course had every sensation and movement recorded in his eidetic memory. And Amy, too, was learning very quickly the things that resulted in the greatest pleasure for both of them. They moved their mouths in unison. Sheldon boldly grabbed Amy’s hips and pulled himself closer to her. Amy felt less inhibited herself, slowly lifting Sheldon’s t-shirt from his lower back, caressing his skin gently with her warm fingers. Sheldon jolted, suddenly remembering that they were in the kitchen and at any point someone could walk in. At that he broke the kiss. 

“I think we should go upstairs,” whispered Amy. Sheldon nodded, completely incapable of answering with words. They walked upstairs together and entered Sheldon’s room as he closed the door behind him. Amy could tell he was nervous. So she tried to relieve his stress.

“We can go at any speed you’d like Sheldon.”

They had discussed the occurrence of coitus many times. Doing so left them both more comfortable with the prospect, yet also feeling more anxious for when the moment would finally happen.  

Sheldon decided it would be best to return to where they had just left off. He grabbed Amy by the hips, gently caressing them this time. His eyes were deep blue with desire as Amy raised herself up onto her toes to give Sheldon a gentle, moist kiss on the lips. Shocks traced throughout his nervous system. They continued to kiss deeper. Amy found Sheldon’s bare back again, creeping up and up and successfully removing both shirts in a rush of passion. Her heart was pounding. Sheldon likewise desired to feel more of Amy’s skin. He reached underneath her shirts for the first time and was filled with the warmth of her indulgent skin on his tingling fingertips.  

Sheldon hesitated, and then stopped altogether. It was so difficult to do so, because he was not merely dealing with his mind, but the power of his body as well. “I can’t do this. This is too much.” Amy knew this would probably happen. Every step to making love is too intense to be enjoyed for the first time in only one night. This needed to be done in stages. Sheldon continued, “Amy, everything that is happening right now I will never be able to forget, nor do I desire to. I have never felt such a strong desire as I do now. And I know my mind cannot hold off much longer on this. But tonight just doesn’t feel right. I need more time to get acclimated to this place. And not to mention, but we’ve both been drinking.”

“Can I just ask one question?” sighed Amy.

“Of course.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course not! Amy, you are the least of my problems. I want to satisfy you, but cannot do so in my current mind state. Please understand that it is not because of you that I cannot continue. This is all happening so fast that I would like to cherish every new sensation and aspect of it fully, with you.”

After that comment, Amy felt humbled, albeit a little embarrassed for blaming herself. Sheldon was a complex individual and needed time to analyze and deliver responses based on his environment. To make love is not simply to make love. The other person becomes an extension of you for a moment in time. You give them all your joys, all your sadness. They take away the bad and only give the good. Making love is the ultimate expression of commitment, humility, and respect for another human. Who could blame Sheldon for being hesitant to take on such responsibility? The time would come, but it was not this time.

Amy said goodnight to Sheldon, gathered herself, and walked down the hall toward her bedroom. The bed was cold and lonely, but provided comfort in a much needed way. 

Part 2

Amy awoke on Christmas morning and it felt different, almost strange, as if the premonition of something fantastic had hit her but she hadn’t realized it. She placed her two warm feet on the cold carpeted floor, grabbed her glasses, and gazed out the window. Sheets of snow blanketed every hill. The trees were enlaced with a thin film of ice, and all the while she was amazed she was in such a place, with the people she cherished. And oh how hungry she was! A few too many glasses of wine the night before had left her hungry this morning, not to mention dehydrated. A slight lightheadedness clouded her focus. Amy jumped in the shower, so exhilarated by the warmth of steam and water encircling her that she didn’t want to leave. But more than anything she wanted to see Sheldon. Eight hours ago seemed like a lifetime. The feel of his fingertips on her back lingered. She could not seem to unleash the memory from her mind. Sheldon was like an addiction to her. The love they felt for one another was beyond anything she had read or seen or dreamt about. And she knew Sheldon felt the same way about her.

Sheldon woke up with a shock. The dream he was dreaming was in fact a dream and not reality and he became very distraught within a matter of seconds of waking. Amy was providing warmth within his arms and he had suddenly been cast away from her comfort into the stark reality of a cold and lonely bed. Rarely had a dream awoken him so suddenly, especially a dream about Amy. More than anything he desired her. It was not simply her presence, but her entire body, with nothing attached to it. He had given up ignoring these thoughts, especially after last night. The beautiful, vivid dreams were infuriating him because he could not act upon his desires so easily in reality. But when he was dreaming of Amy, he would relish in their memory, because the unconscious is a beautiful, uninhibited thing.

And Amy felt likewise. Sometimes Amy would think about Sheldon while in the shower, especially this morning. Knowing he was literally no less than ten feet away from her naked body, apart from one wall, drove her insane. And the thought of them together in the shower would lead her mind to places she dare not rethink. With that she turned the faucet off. She grabbed the nearest towel, soaking up the water from her face and breathing in every emotion and thought within her soul into the dry, cool towel, for it seemed like a comfort in that moment. She got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.

It was 8am and Bernadette, Raj and Emily were already in the kitchen. The smell of syrup, bacon, and coffee flowed throughout the house. The Christmas tree was lit and snow continued to fall. Sunlight peaked through the clouds ever so often as patches upon a distant hill. Within the hour, everyone had come downstairs to eat.

Christmas Day had happened rather according to plan. Raj was probably the most excited. For years he had fantasized about throwing a luxurious holiday cocktail party. He was immensely grateful to Emily for allowing him to plan such a soirée. He had spent months planning and organizing, just for the benefit for his six closest friends and girlfriend. To Raj, it was just nice to see everyone so relaxed. After exchanging gifts, Raj invited everyone into the parlor for a magnificent cocktail party and later and extravagant dinner in the dining room at 4. Every aspect of the decorations, food, and drinks were so carefully planned. Occasionally he would ask the girls for help but it was nothing more than looking for extra silverware or input on a recipe. Raj took pride in his work and wanted it to be his alone.

The food was exquisite. Sheldon’s favorite dish was the fancier rendition of his favorite Thai food. Raj tried to give everyone something special based on their favorite food because he wanted this night to be exceptionally special. Raj rose from his chair at the head of the table and picked up his glass of wine.

“I just wanted to take a moment to thank all of you for being here tonight. It would not have been the same without any one of you. I feel so blessed to be part of a community of such wonderful friends. Cheers, to this night being the greatest night of our lives!” And with that he and everyone else rose their glasses and cheered. Moments like this can seldom be replicated.           

After everyone had finished eating and refilled their glasses, Amy stepped aside for a moment alone in the dark, windowed corridor. The snow continued to fall outside. The moon was bright and lit up the sky as if it were midday. It felt so magical. She turned to peer at Sheldon at the table through the corridor opening. He was as handsome as always. He wore a light blue collared shirt and patterned tie, and his hair was slightly disheveled. A deep seated desire of love and passion grew so strong within her heart in that moment.

The rest of the evening consisted of games, music, and laughter.

At 10, Penny and Leonard headed upstairs for bed. Sheldon made himself and Amy some chamomile tea, a nighttime favorite shared by both of them. Raj and Emily and Howard and Bernadette soon followed at 10:30 exhausted from the day. Sheldon and Amy were left in the living room, ensconced by the aroma of candles and the sound of crackling logs on the fireplace. Amy was determined to finish her chapter in Chaucer’s Anelida and Arcite and opened her book to the 73rd page.

Maybe Sheldon had suppressed his phobias. Maybe Amy’s intellectual prowess had significantly impacted him. Or maybe he was adjusting maturely toward the events that had led up to this moment. Amy was beautiful. In every possible way. She was sitting before him in the shallow light, sipping the chamomile tea he had made for her, and looking more captivating than ever. Sheldon had felt this degree of strength of admiration toward another human being before. Steven Hawking. Carl Sagan. Leonard Nemoy. But this was different. Sheldon had never been more sure of anything in his life. The memory of the previous night had been constant in his mind all day. Now, it was necessary that the very essence of Amy be a part of him completely, body and soul.  

Sheldon put down his phone and Amy gazed up to meet his stare. The lights of the tree shone into her eyes, reflecting like crystal.

Such a surge of emotion festered within his heart while looking at Amy’s face, that more than life itself he needed to seize her lips. And that is precisely what he did. Sheldon rose from his seat on the couch. She was curled up on the arm chair, reaching for her cup of tea, when he abruptly grabbed her right hand with his left, bent down and planted a full and perfect kiss on her lips. Amy was taken aback. As they kissed, she clinched his biceps, content with finally being able to relish her desires in somatosensation. His arms felt so strong and hard, but she was not satisfied. He knew what she wanted. She knew what he wanted. She was prepared to remove his shirts again right then and there, but Sheldon stopped. He pulled away gasping, “Amy, I love you. I need to be one with you. There are few feelings that I have felt as sure of as I do right now.”

Amy was nearly speechless. She knew Sheldon was sincere in his confession. “I love you too, Sheldon. Anything that you are ready to do, I will be right there with you” Amy replied. They exchanged giant smiles with one another, locking eyes as Sheldon stood and picked her up, carrying her to his bed upstairs.

Sheldon’s room was warm and tidy. He had prepared his bed for sleep many hours before. Sheldon placed Amy on his bed as she gazed at him in immense pleasure and admiration. Sheldon took a deep breath, removed his tie, and crawled onto the bed with her. He looked up and down Amy’s body, finally locking with her eyes and the depth that they carried. Every ounce of his analytical mind was against the display of physical affection in this way. But then he met Amy. If ever there was a person who, both intellectually and physically attractive, was scientifically proven to be his perfect match, it could only ever be Amy. He hovered above her, kissing her more passionately than he ever had. Amy reciprocated. She pulled at his shirt and untucked it from his pants. Her hands lazily guided themselves up his back, caressing gently. The feel of her finger tips on his torso sent an electric shock through every cell of his body, eventually culminating in an area just below his belt. Both knew they were in complete control this time. There was no alcohol involved. Every inhibition arose out of love and desire. Amy felt something throb against her thigh, becoming somewhat startled but entirely aroused.

Sheldon and Amy enjoyed and cherished every second of what was happening.

In the midst of passionate kissing, Amy had undone a few of Sheldon’s shirt buttons. Sheldon felt bolder than ever. He decided to begin at her stockings by reaching far under her skirt and pulling them slowly down her legs. Amy aided him while also catching a glance at what was happening beneath his pants. She placed her head back down on his pillow as he forcefully devoured the warm, soft skin of her neck. Maybe I’ll never have to explain what a hickey is to him after all, Amy thought. Amy felt courageous herself, attempting to elude the pleasure of Sheldon’s mouth on her body and grab hold of the button of his pants. This craving was like a force so strong that she could not control it. She was successful and began unzipping them ever so slowly. Sheldon moaned in consent and seductively smiled at Amy. She knew that whatever she was doing was welcome and invited. She brushed off his pants and he kicked them onto the floor. Never had Sheldon felt so content with anything in his life. It was new. It was exciting. It was stimulating beyond anything either of them had imagined. Sheldon effectively unwrapped Amy from her sweater and undershirt, exposing the newest piece of skin to devour. Sheldon hovered over her, taking it all in, and preparing to kiss her wherever he chose.

Suddenly the enormity of the situation hit both of them. It was the most intense and exhilarating experience either of them could imagine. Amy propped herself up on her elbow and kissed Sheldon, slowly at first, then deeper, massaging his tongue with hers, until they both were rolling in a fit of ecstasy. Sheldon grabbed hold of her in a tight embrace, placing his strong forearms and hands around her back.

“I need to be one with you” gasped Sheldon. Amy moaned. He reached around and unhooked Amy’s bra after several feeble tries, finally revealing something that he had for many years been desiring to see. He fell into her chest, overcome by the need that suddenly overcame him. The feeling of their bare chests pressed against each other produced the most incredible wave of euphoria. Amy was driven further to grab hold of the strap of his briefs and push them past the object that was forced against them.  For the first time she gazed upon him and saw the magnificent form that was above her, pointing at her belly button. Sheldon looked at her in curiosity, only to be more pleased with her response. Amy could not help herself. She grabbed hold of him shamelessly, which sent a shiver up and down Sheldon’s entire body. He closed his eyes in delight, trying to hold on.

“I need you now, Sheldon.” He did not hesitate. All remaining clothing was removed and they slid under the warm, soft sheets on his bed. Sheldon took Amy’s glasses off and placed them neatly on his bedside table. He lay next to her and began caressing her thigh, as if it were the most comfortable and well know place he had ever been. Amy took her hands to his hip and back, caressing the spot only last night she had become acquainted with. Sheldon’s ambition was so strong that he gently and serenely pushed her thigh to the side to place himself between her legs. She propped them up to let Sheldon have the easiest access possible. Then they stopped.

Sheldon was on top of Amy on his bed, breathing heavily, caressing her face and looking straight into the blacks of her eyes. The stimulation was almost unbearable. She felt no inhibition. She took both hands to the back of Sheldon’s thighs, forcing his tip to rest on the front of her entrance. At this feeling they both gasped and took a deep breath.

“Are you ready, Amy?” Sheldon asked.

“I am ready, Sheldon.” she whispered.

At that they both smiled at one another. Sheldon placed one last, full kiss on Amy’s lips and slowly pressed his tip deep into her body. Amy arched her back in response to this rush of stimulation. Sheldon likewise clenched his eyes, unable to fully register the magnitude of physical stimuli. They both were familiar with the nervous system, Amy more than Sheldon, but neither were prepared for the onrush of such a magnificent physical feeling coupled with the emotional aspect of sharing something so beautiful with the one and only person they loved. 

It was pure exhilaration. Amy had never felt more loved, more complete. It was difficult to move further than the first thrust. In order to return to some sort of reality, Amy attempted to remind herself her peripheral nervous system anatomy. As she did, she began to feel the influx of every pleasure chemical within every nerve ending in her body. She tried to remember things outside of this moment but there was nothing. The strength and energy of this moment was enough for her to believe she was in heaven. Suddenly, it started. The familiar feeling of ecstasy was building and nothing could hold it back.

The embers continued to burn. The snow began to fall heavier in sheets of fluffy white flakes surging down from an endless night sky. Amy was right, Sheldon thought. I feel more coherent than ever. Every irritating, cloudy thought had disappeared. It was impossible for him to expect his genius to perform at every waking hour. That is why in previous years he had succumbed to video games, paintball, or basic calculus to relieve some tension. But this! This was what he had needed all along, from Amy: complete fulfillment. 

Amy and Sheldon began to move their hips together, their bodies together, and minds and their lips together. Their very essence and souls moved in a rhythm that reflected their eternal love for one another. Sheldon thrust himself harder into Amy, who was consciously aware and receptive of every movement that Sheldon exhibited. This new display of what love was supposed to be was undeniably the most exhilarating experience of their lives. They shifted themselves, sometimes awkwardly. But Sheldon never stopped moving inside his beautiful and perfect girlfriend. The friction between them left both Amy and Sheldon breathless. It was at a certain point that Sheldon hit a spot within Amy that led to the building of the most intense feeling either of them have felt. Amy felt it first, slowly rising, then falling, then rising again until the only thing her mind could focus on was breathing. Sheldon could read what was happening within Amy, and knew it was time. Amy gasped and moaned in the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. While reaching the pinnacle, he released himself into her body a few seconds after. Sheldon’s existence spread within Amy as if she became an extension of himself. Their climaxes faded into a culmination of pleasure within Sheldon’s bed. Sheldon continued to rest inside of Amy, kissing whatever flesh he could devour. They rolled over, staring at one another in complete awe, wondering how they had ever survived without this. They were overcome with this feeling, this onslaught of chemicals pouring into their brains.

“I love you, Amy.” said Sheldon. “I love you too Sheldon.” said Amy. Amy turned over and snuggled her back into Sheldon’s naked body. When Sheldon woke up the next morning, the warmth he was feeling was not a dream. It was his Amy lying next to him, the place she would be for the rest of his life.

The End