stop why do i find you so attractive

Try Me

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader where the reader is Unser’s daughter, and Hale keeps flirting with her so she asks Jax to pretend to be her boyfriend to get him to back off. Enjoy the smut ;)

A/N - I’ve done this a little differently to my other fake boyfriend/girlfriend imagines, as I don’t want to seem repetitive :)

Originally posted by journeyslegend

“You don’t even know me. Get to know me, I promise I’ll change your mind.” You’re glad your back is turned as you roll your eyes in annoyance, not sure how long you’re going to be able to keep up the nice girl attitude for.

Turning to face the determined officer, you smile apologetically, your following answer the same as it always is. “Thanks for the offer again David, but I’m not sure things would work between us.”

“Why? Why do you always say that?” he asks, frustration heavy in his tone, his hand on your car door to stop you from leaving. “Is it because of the MC?”

“No-” You open your mouth to start denying his claims, trying to think of another reason not to go out with a dude that you just don’t find yourself attracted to, when you come up with the perfect solution. “Actually, yes. You’re completely right.”

“Listen, I know you’re close with them, but they’re bad people, (Y/N). You could do so much better.” Here he goes again, you think. Same speech as always. He doesn’t even know SAMCRO like you do, nobody does.

“Thanks for the lecture, David, but Jax asked me to be his girlfriend a couple weeks ago, and I said yes.” The pure horror on his face has you biting your lip to contain your smirk. “See you around.”

Walking into the clubhouse, you scan the room swiftly, not spotting the man you’re hoping to see. “He around, Sack?”

“In the apartments.” he responds, walking into the kitchen with a pair of rubber gloves and a plunger. You grimace, knowing Piney’s probably blocked the bog again. Shaking your head, you walk towards Jax’s residence, knocking on the closed door.

“Room service.” you call sarcastically, your voice sickly sweet. The door opens within a few seconds, Jax’s eyebrow raised, his lips turned up into a grin.

“Lucky me, though you’re slightly overdressed for the kind of ‘room service’ I’m used to.” he says, opening the door to let you in. “Wasn’t expecting to see you till’ later on.”

“I know, but I need to talk to you about a little favour so I thought I’d grace you with my wonderful company.” you tease, plonking yourself down on Jax’s bed. Shutting the door, he sits on a box in front of you, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket.

“You can just admit you missed me, babe.” He takes a drag, your eyes capturing the way his cheeks hollow as he inhales the smoke, the action stopping your train of thought. “What do you need me for this time, Princess?“

“Are you ever going to drop that nickname? You’ve called it me for years.” He grins cheekily, the smoke parting from his pink lips as he shakes his head at you, knowing deep down you love the endearment. “Anyway-”

A knock on Jax’s door stops you, the two of you turning to see Chibs’. “Sorry to interrupt. Cops are here.”

“Could they be any further up our asses?” Jax spits rhetorically, discarding his cigarette in an ashtray on his cabinet before standing up. You follow him as he leaves the room, Chibs leading the way as the three of you head out to the front. All you’re thinking is please don’t be Hale.

You curse silently as you see the man himself standing against his police car, Jax tensing up as he sets eyes on the deputy. “You’re here so much I’m starting to think you wanna patch in.”

Hale just scowls, his eyes shifting to you as you move from behind Jax, stepping to take position between the Scot and the VP. He watches you for a moment, and you know Jax catches it as you see him look at you questioningly, a pleading look on your face as you hope he just follows your lead.

“We got a call about a guy on a motorcycle running a red light a few blocks from here.” You sigh in disbelief, having a sneaking suspicion that his visit is more out of spite than anything else. “Just here to check your plates.”

“Jesus, how bad did you piss off my dad to go from murders to speeding tickets?” you sass, folding your arms across your chest. Chibs chokes down his chuckle from next to you, taking a drag from his cig to keep down his humour.

“I’m here because it’s my job, (Y/N), to make Charming a safer place for our citizens.” You roll your eyes, nodding slowly. “Something bothering you?”

“Woah, I thought you were here for us, not for the chief’s daughter. Check your plates and you can be on your way.” Jax states protectively, not liking the way Hale is speaking to you. The officer glares in response, his hand moving to rest on the handcuffs on his belt.

“I wonder how the chief would feel if he knew what you were up to with his daughter.” Hale snaps, his whole entity dripping with jealousy. You swallow nervously, trying to hide the anxiety from your face.

Chibs laughs loudly this time, a laugh so loud with amusement that you can’t help but smile. “Jackie, you naughty boy.”

You share a look with your ‘boyfriend’, him smirking, a cocky grin spreading across his face. You let out the breath you’ve been holding in, Jax’s reaction of enjoyment rather than horror making you feel confident in your lie.

“Oh, I get it now. You’ve got a soft spot for my girl here, and you’re pissed she chose me over you.” Jax says, rolling his tongue over his lower lip smugly. “Not that you were even an option.”

“You watch your mouth, Teller.” Hale warns, his eye twitching as he steps up to Jax, the tension heavy between the two men.

“Or what?” Jax challenges, anger radiating off him in waves.

“We got a problem here, boys?” The voice of your dad cuts through the ever brewing argument, him smiling at you loving before turning his attention back to the two amped up males. “Hale, you’re not stationed to be here.“

You, Chibs and Jax watch on as Hale turns into a flushed mess, having no decent excuse for ever coming to TM in the first place - though you all know why he did.

“Thanks, dad.” You hug your father as you speak, him squeezing you tightly before leaving you to it.

“So, something you need to tell me?” Jax asks as you sit on the bench outside, embarrassment crawling up your body. “Wasn’t aware I was taken, darlin’.”

He nudges you playfully, your hands covering your face as you groan. “He’s been pestering me for weeks, figured you were the best deterrent.”

“Thanks.” Jax deadpans, a small smirk on his face as he passes you the cig, you taking a drag as you think about what to say. “Glad I could be of service, I guess.”

“Thanks for going along with it. Guess I owe you one.” You tap off the ash and pass the stick back, biting your lip anxiously. “How about I do you a favor?”

“Sweetheart, no offence but the kind of favours I’d like to have you do for me aren’t exactly innocent.” You cough, his reply completely unexpected, your core tingling involuntarily.

“Try me.” you tease, your gaze flickering to his lips for just a second, your hand coming to rest on his thigh, fingertips inching upwards.

Next thing you know, the two of you are locked at the lips, thankful that the clubhouse is empty, the others off on runs and whatever else. “How long have we got?”

“Half hour, tops.” Jax mumbles, connecting his lips back to yours, his tongue in your mouth eliciting a moan from you. “I don’t see us lasting that long to be honest, darlin’.”

You squeal as you feel yourself being lifted, the pool table becoming your seat as Jax places you on top. You rip at his flannel, the buttons scattering all over the room. Your fingers explore up and down his chiseled chest as he begins to nibble and suck at your neck, your eyes closing in pleasure as he works his way down.

“Please, Jax…” you pant, your underwear positively soaked as his tongue slips over your exposed skin. He practically growls at your pleading, him ripping himself from you as he expertly undoes his jeans, the fabric pooling at his ankles, his boxers joining the denim.

Your eyes widen as his cock stands before you, you pressing your thighs together subconsciously as the ache grows stronger. “Like what you see, Princess?”

“Don’t get too smug, Jackson, gotta see if you can fuck me well enough, first.“ His hands pull at your shorts, you lifting your ass to help assist as he rids the material from your legs. Once he’s discarded the fabric somewhere across the room, he connects his lips back to yours, lifting and squeezing your ass as he moves to you to the edge of the table.

You barely feel him move your underwear to the side before he sinks into you, a gasp leaving your lips as he nuzzles into your neck, his teeth biting at your skin as he fills you up.

You dig your nails into his biceps as he moves out of you, slamming back in deeply. He pulls back, loving the expressions you make as he fucks you so well, the little moans and gasps leaving your lips making him want to explode there and then.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel you around me, (Y/N).” You place your hands behind you to steady yourself, your pussy feeling even wetter as he talks to you. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“I’m so close, already. Fuck, just like that.” you whine as he hits all the right places, his strokes alternating in speed, but never lacking in power.

You rub your clit, clenching your pussy as you come, your mouth open yet nothing comes out. “That’s it, come for me, baby. Good girl.”

Jax grips the back of your neck as he speeds up his thrusts, his gaze locked on yours as he gets closer and closer to climaxing. You’re practically on fire as you feel another orgasm creeping up on you, the pure hunger in Jax’s eyes making you more sensitive than ever.

“Who knew you could take cock so well.” he whispers as he drills into you, a high pitched moan slipping from your lips. “Imagine if someone walked in right now, saw what a dirty slut you are, so desperate for me.”

His degrading words push you over the edge, a loud curse leaving you as stars fill your vision, Jax continuing to slam into you as he rides you through your high. “You gonna take my come, hm? Gonna let me fill you up like the good girl you are?”

“Yes, fuck, please Jax.” you plead desperately, your nails clawing down his stomach as he places hos forehead against your own, his eyes clenching shut as he let’s go.

He kisses you roughly as he comes inside of you, his hips gently rocking as his hot spurts shoot inside of you, your teeth sucking at his bottom lip.

He pulls out of you slowly, his juices and your own dripping from your satisfied pussy, your body feeling empty without his shaft inside of you.

Jax buckles up his pants, grabbing your shorts before lifting you up as if you weigh nothing. He carries you down the hall, just in time in fact as voices begin to fill the clubhouse.

Reaching his room, he places you down on the bed, his body crawling over yours as he moves a piece of hair from your face. “I’ve gotta go for a vote, but when I get back, we’re gonna see how sexy you look on your hands and knees.”

With that, he’s gone, leaving you shaken and hungry for more.

A/N - It’s been a whileeeeeee since I wrote some smut, but I’m so glad with how this turned out!!!! Hope you guys likeddddddd xxxx

Don’t Deny It ~Freaky February~ (C.G)

Prompt: Carl gets jealous because he thinks you like Ron.

Pairing: Carl x Reader

Word Count: 455

Warning: None

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Ego - Jefferson x Reader

Prompt: “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.” x Jefferson

TW: “Uptight bitch” is something that’s said but that’s about it.

Notes: Cliffhanger!! Part 2 if it’s wanted.

A/N: I’m actually updating when I need to wow. For future reference, and I’ll post an official post in a bit of the schedule. I update on Thursdays and Sundays. The rest of the days are my writing days. Look out for a collab on a Wednesday of every month. I’ll post more in depth but that’s the gist.

Word Count: 696

“-Political parties weren’t even supposed to last… -They just made the president’s job harder…”

At this point your eyes were rolled so far back into your head, you wondered if they’d ever come back out. This man was insufferable.

“Jefferson, do us all a favor and shut up” You snapped. He only rolled his eyes and continued talking, irritating you even more.

You leaned to your best friend, Alex, “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow,“ you whispered. Alex snorted in response and choked back a laugh when he caught a glimpse of something. Alex nodded his head toward what caught his eye. You followed his eyes and there it was. In all its glory.

You snickered, “His ego isn’t the only thing I can see growing.”

“(Y/L/N), is there something you’d like to say to me?” Thomas hissed.

“Look down, Jefferson. I see speaking your unwanted and unasked for opinion really gets you going.”

You watched his eyebrows knit together as he looked down, his confidence faltering for a second before his infamous smirk rose from his lips to hide his embarrassment.

“You know you want me, Darlin’.”

At that remark you burst out laughing. After the very anticipated ring of the bell, class was over. Thomas hadn’t shut up and even the teacher’s patience was wearing thin, but you needed his help for class, so you weren’t quite done with him yet.

“Jefferson- I need to talk to you,” you called to him. His cocky smirk spread across his face as he made his way toward you.

“You called? It’s nice to see me, the pleasure is yours. How may I assist you?” He asked much too confidently. God, the arrogant ass he was.

“Shut up for a second, will ya?” You said exasperatedly, “ As much as I’d rather not ask this, you’re probably the best in this class and I need help studying.”

“What’s in it for me?” He bit his lip, looking you up and down.

“Quality time with me, myself, and I. Come on, the test is in three days and I can’t waste any time,” you responded, grabbing his wrist and dragging him along.

He chuckled, “Eager.”

A few hours later, you still hadn’t gotten much done. Thomas was on his phone and not really offering much advice while you were pouring over your notes, trying to figure out what the important parts.

“Off my bed, Jefferson, I don’t know where you’ve been. If you’re going to sit on your phone not even being useful to me right now, why’d you agree to come?” You started to rant, frustrated and stressed.

“(Y/N), chill out for one second will you? You asked me to help you study for the government final.”

“I did ask you. You agreed and you’re not even helping like you said you would!”

You felt anger bubble inside of you when you heard him mumble something about you being an ‘uptight bitch’.

“What’d you just call me?”

“An uptight bitch,” he said all too nonchalantly, “loosen up a li-.” Before he could finish, you had cut him off by roughly attaching your lips to his. You could feel him smirk before his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer. He was a good kisser, you’ll give him that.

You pulled away, panting a little because damn did that boy know how to take a girl’s breath away.

“Why do you hate me so much?” He questioned, looking almost vulnerable, a hint of hurt evident in his eyes.

“I don’t hate you. You just annoy the hell out of me. With your hard, loud, open opinions and your stupid gorgeous face, and hair, and your body, and-” you stopped with a sigh, “I don’t hate you. If I’m honest I actually find you extremely attractive.” You let the words tumble from your lips, silently wishing you knew how to shut up.

“Give me a chance, (Y/N). I may be an arrogant dick in school but I know how to treat a lady such as yourself. You’re beautiful and you deserve to be treated like a queen. Please,” he almost whispered the word ‘please’ which made your gaze soften.

Prompt List - 50 things you say when you’re in love

Made my own prompt list, inspired by the pure love of Fitzsimmons. Free for anyone to use. 

Want a little Fitzsimmons drabble? Send me an ask with a number from the list!

  1. “Scoot over.”
  2. “Don’t be mad.”
  3. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”
  4. “Who died and made you king/queen?”
  5. “I’d love to, but you know I can’t.”
  6. You are my everything.”
  7. “Can we talk?”
  8. “Please, just look at me.”
  9. “You’re my home.”
  10. “Why are you smiling?”
  11. “I can’t believe you actually said that.”
  12. “Last time I checked, I was still your girlfriend/boyfriend.”
  13. “Call it a peace offering.”
  14. “Please, just, don’t ever leave me again.”
  15. “What did I do to make you so angry at me?”
  16. “I’d give up the world for you.”
  17. “Why make me say it when you already know?”
  18. “What’re you hiding behind your back?”
  19. “I may not be able to predict the future, but…”
  20. “I missed you.”
  21. “Of course I mind.”
  22. “Don’t ever say something like that again.”
  23. “It’s not my fault you’re an awful liar.”
  24. “Can I kiss you?”
  25. “I don’t know what to say.”
  26. “You don’t have to say it.”
  27. “How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?”
  28. Stop apologizing.”
  29. “My god you are so beautiful.”
  30. “I must admit I find that way too attractive.”
  31. “What did you do?”
  32. “I don’t know about you but I’m famished.”
  33. “Did you just say you loved me?”
  34. “I just want to see you smile again.”
  35. “I’m too afraid to close my eyes.”
  36. “Are you even real?”
  37. “I’m done being polite,”
  38. “Please, just let me show you.”
  39. “How can you even look at me?”
  40. “None of that matters now.”
  41. “You do know how much I love you, right?”
  42. “Come here.”
  43. “Can you repeat the question?”
  44. “God you can be so thick sometimes.”
  45. “Why don’t you stop doubting yourself and just kiss me already?”
  46. “You don’t look so good.”
  47. “I’m not going anywhere.”
  48. “What if I told you I already knew?”
  49. “You want to do this now?”
  50. “I don’t think I could ever break that promise.”
Favourite Undertale quotes

(aka the reasons you should play Undertale if you haven’t yet)

  • *You came all the way back here to look at Toriel’s socks. *You have great priorities in life. 
  • *Wosh u SOUL
  • *Sans is selling tickets made of toilet paper.
  • *It looks like a snow ball… *Actually, it’s a snow decahedron.
  • *Partaking in worthless garbage fills you with determination.
  • *I’ll pay you 1000G if you get Mettaton to autograph my butt!
  • *Why do people find him so attractive?? *He’s literally just a freaking rectangle.
  • *Huh? *Everyone else is DEAD? *Does that mean I don’t have to work today?
  • *Thank you so much, dearie! *It’s all because of you *(r money).
  • *You’re making the switches uncomfortable with all this attention.
  • *In this hellish world, you can only take 3 pieces of candy…
  • *I’m literally going to make out with a fish.
  • *Mad Dummy is doing an armless ska dance.
  • *Now you’ll see my true power: Relying on people that aren’t garbage!
  • *i’ve almost got a mix cd finished for my scary neighbor… *it’s 74 minutes of people screaming their signature wrestling moves *but they’re all autotuned *i hope she likes it
  • *What do I look like, the ice-cream woman? *Do human ice-cream women TERRORIZE HUMANITY with ENERGY SPEARS? *Are their ice-cream songs a PRELUDE TO DESTRUCTION?
  • *I should have worn a few million more pairs of pants today.
  • *Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2 Is Neither Kissy Nor Cutie. *Its Trash. 0 stars
  • *Sparkle up your day™.
  • *My hair… yes, I use metal hairgel. 
  • They say I have the voice of a Siren… awooga!
  • *… you really like hot animals, don’t you? *hey, i’m not judging.
  • *yeah, you’ve gotta save your money for college and spiders.
  • *I will make intent eye contact with you so you sweat while you talk.
  • *First off, I’m a baby KNIGHT! *Captain of the babies!!!
  • *This is Sans *Frisk, did you know that I love to “get owned?” *I also think Toriel is very good and fhfjkehfeaufsisf
  • *When I feel like relaxing, I always take a break there. *That means NEVER!! *I HATE RELAXING!! *I LOVE being ANGRY and STRESSED OUT!!!
  • *You can’t do the jimpity jumpity joodle!? *The limpity loppity leap!?
  • *Uh, if not for that grooty, I’d have kicked your booty.
  • *You make a snowball and throw it for the dog to fetch. *It splats on the ground. *Greater Dog picks up all the snow in the area and brings it to you.
  • *It looks like some sort of powerful bracelet… *Wait. *It’s just a croissant…
  • *It appears to be a self- sustaining tornado made of trash.
  • *I can’t go to hell. *I’m all out of vacation days.
  • *And I’m forecasting an incoming front of SHUT UP!!!
  • *I’m thinking of getting a spiked collar to show off my personality. *It makes a statement like… *“Attach a leash to me and take me for a walk please.”
  • *It’s kinda cute… *…I mean, uh… *I’m tough!!! *I love to eat rocks!!
  • *Well, maybe our cooking abilities aren’t exactly perfect. *Nah!!! *They totally are!! *Eat up, punk!! *(You hear spaghetti thwap against the receiver.)
  • *Perhaps mankind was not meant to pet this much.
[Why I Love] - Chpt. 5

Negan x Addison 

[Summary: The night before Addison leaves the Sanctuary, Negan shows up drunk and asks her to stay] 

A/N: Can I just say thank you so so much for all the likes/reblogs. You guys are amazing. Sorry this is late, I’ve had a crazy week! 

Originally posted by may85

I stretched out my bare legs, nestling cozily against the sofa. Toby’s now back to his usual energized state, which meant a lot of running around for me. I drifted off to sleep, thinking about leaving for home tomorrow. I can’t wait to be in the comfort of my bed and to see everyone. I’ve been worried about how they’ve been doing while I was away. I heard the door shut, a large piece of wood fall to the floor, and heavy footsteps approach towards me. I immediately woke up in a daze thinking I imagined that noise until I noticed the dark figure in the shadows. I sat up straight watching the silhouette fumble around the room. He slowly made his way over to me, the almost burned out candle shining a small light on him. 

“Negan?” I whispered. 

“Holy shit! You scared the fuck out of me, woman!” He yelled, stumbling slightly backward. 

“Shhh!” I reached forward and grabbed his arm, pulling him down next to me. He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes. I can smell the alcohol all over him. “Are you drunk?” 

Negan chuckled to himself, placing his fingers on his eyelids and giving it a squeeze. “Simon brought back some hooch from the hilltop, but I swear that goddamn shit was made of fucking poison” He slurred his words. 

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So I wasn’t sure what your insecurities are so I decided to use one of mine since I think every girl can relate to this.

You were skipping class with Eric and Dylan durning fourth hour. You guys were just doing normal, stupid shit. Eating terrible food, having a smoke, Dylan was drinking abit and was listening to music. Every was fun just driving around in Eric’s car. That’s the good thing about Colorado, you can just drive.

It started getting dark and you guys decided to just pull over and just sit in the car. Take in the moment before having to return back to a hell hole.

Eric was going on and on about about some girl while you chewed on your bottom lip. He didn’t know you liked him but damn does he really need to be that dense. Dylan looked at you and gave you a small smile. Dylan knew how much you liked Eric but were too scared to say Eric and like in the same sentence.

“You know reb, that girl you talk about it alot like y/n”

Eric looked over to you and eyed you a bit while Dylan just gave you a wink.

“Yea…they are pretty similar the main difference is probably that she is skinner than y/n”

You looked down at your feet and didn’t say a word. You guessed that Dylan knew what was going on in your head because he suggested to Eric that it was getting late and they should bring you home.

They reached your house after a long drive and you quietly grabbed your things. You slipped out the car door and said soft goodbyes. When you finally reached your doorstep you waved goodbye and opened the door. When you got too your room that’s when you finally broke. You didn’t care if he knew you were insecure about your body or not. You dont just say that.
You took a shower and went to bed feeling like crap wishing you didn’t have to go to school tomorrow
The alarm clock finally rang and you felt like pure death. You didn’t wanna get up and face the world. You slipped into your outfit for the day and washed your face/brushed your teeth. You did your normal school routine and finally left for school.

You finally reached Columbine Highschool when an arm dropped itself around your shoulders. You grabbed the hand and intertwined your fingers with it and just stayed shut. You knew it was Eric since he randomly put his arm around you. It felt nice getting his somewhat affection but after last night.. You just felt sad.

“Hey y/n what’s up?”

“What do you mean Eric?”

“Eh.. You just seem off today. Everything good?”

“..yea I’m fine”

He eyed you a bit but brushed it off since he knew you don’t like people prying. You spotted Dylan and nudged Eric to get his attention. He waved at Dylan and started walking towards him.

“You know Eric for someone who is like in love with that chick you sure put your arm around y/n alot.”

“Hey I never said I was in love with her. She is just really damn attractive.”

You couldn’t deal with them talking about Eric’s crush after last night. So you let go of Eric’s hand and made your way to leave his hold when he just grabbed your shoulder and asked you to turn around.

“Uh y/n why are you acting so strange. You never just leave us without saying goodbye.”

You were holding back tears and just looked at Dylan hoping he would just talk for you. Dylan nodded his head and understood what you wanted. He let out a big sigh and said “uhh… Come here Reb” as he pulled him away. You looked over to your side and saw that there was a bench close by so you decided to sit there while the boy’s talked. Dylan up to you first. He grabbed your shoulder and shaked it abit before leaving saying he will see you third hour.

Then Eric finally approached you.

“Look y/n I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry or anything.”

He was scratching the back of his neck and fumbling over his words. He seemed a bit nervous and you weren’t sure why.

“See the thing is.. I talk about her alot because I wanna see your reaction. I do find you…very attractive plus you have beautiful legs.”

His face was getting red and you laughed at the leg compliment. You knew he loved legs so that had to be a pretty good compliment. You were going to stop him but you enjoyed seeing how flustered he could get.

“I like you y/n. I’m sorry I made you feel uh… Big?? I don’t know… ”

You stood there a bit shocked.

“You like me?”

“Well I just said that.”

He gave you a cheeky grin teasing the fact you just asked that question. You playful punched his shoulder while the late bell rang. He put his arm around once again. And looked at you.

“You know you are cute when you blush”

He tried to sound pretty confident and you let him acted because your heart was pounding to much to even make fun of him.

Beauty: He Tian x Mo Guan Shan Mini Fic

Mo Guan Shan had never considered himself particularly good-looking.

Why would he? Most of the school actively avoided him, or at the very least, paid him no mind. He could count on one hand how many times girls had approached him (not that he was interested in them, but that was another matter all together.)

He was sharing soft kisses in the shade with the school’s (formally) most eligible bachelor, He Tian, when a strange thought crossed his mind.

He pushed himself back and scanned He Tian’s eyes. They gazed back, content, drinking him in.

He Tian looked at Mo Guan Shan like he was the center of the universe, and Mo Guan Shan could not understand why.

“Can I ask you something?”

He Tian traced his cheek with his thumb lazily, a smile on his face. “Sure.”

“Do you find me attractive?”

He Tian stopped. “Idiot, why would you ask that?”

Mo Guan Shan struggled to find the right words. “I don’t think I am.”

He Tian slid his thumb over Mo Guan Shan’s lips. “I think you need to stop saying such stupid things. Of course I think you’re attractive.”

He leaned in dangerously close, his free hand sliding up his thigh. “Very attractive, in fact,” he continued. “Do you need proof?”

He nibbled on his ear, and slid one finger into Mo Guan Shan’s waistband. Mo Guan Shan pushed him back, embarrassed.

“We’re at school!” He said, blushing.

“So? That’s never stopped us before,” said He Tian, licking his lips.

Mo Guan Shan turned way, hugging his knees. He leaned back against the tree, not looking at the dark-haired boy.

“Does this really bother you that much?” He Tian asked, referring to what Mo Guan Shan asked earlier, his voice soft with concern.


He Tian let out a sigh and wrapped an arm around Mo Guan Shan’s waist. The red-haired boy leaned in and rested his head on his shoulder.

A soft breeze blew across the courtyard, scattering leaves. A group of girls were eating lunch. A kid hurried by, probably late for class.

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.”

Mo Guan Shan lifted his head, his eyebrows drawn. He Tian was lost in thought. The wind tousled his black hair.

The moment passed as quickly as it came. He Tian’s eyes focused on the red-haired boy sitting inches away from him, and a good-natured smile crossed his face.

“Of course, you have something even those people don’t have,” he said.

“What’s that?” Mo Guan Shan asked, still perplexed.

“A cute butt,” said He Tian, copping a feel.

“Idiot!” Mo Guan Shan slapped his hand away, his face getting red again. He was laughing.

“I guess we both are,” he said, resuming his soft kisses.

Baby Maybe


Genre: Fluff

Member: Jungkook

Length: 1714 Words

-Gif credit to rightful owner-

You were awakened by the feeling of an arm draping over your waist. Already knowing who the arm belonged to, you opened your eyes sleepily and moved your head slightly to the side to glance at Jungkook. Careful to not wake him, you slowly turned your body so you would be facing him. He sleeps so peacefully, you thought. You smiled as memories began to flood you.


“Y/N do you believe in love?” Your best friend Minji asked.

You stopped painting your nails and looked up, “love?”

“Yes, love. You know, like finding yourself doing or feeling things you wouldn’t usually, caring about another person more than yourself, things like that. “

You laughed a little, “no, I don’t believe in things like that. “

Minji looked at you quizzically, “why not?”

“I’ve never experienced it,” you replied.

“But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” she argued.

You sighed, “I don’t know Minji. People have a tendency to get so caught up in their emotions that they confuse attraction as being love. ”

“Would you believe in it if it happened to you?” She asked inquisitively.

“Maybe,” you admitted.

Keep reading

“Then why is it that we never had sex?”

It´s smut. I don´t know how it happened, but I wrote smut and even with plot evolving around it.
I think it´s a miracle!

Imagine liking Dean for quite some time now and finally asking him the question you had wanted to ask him for so long

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Length: 2022 Words

warnings: smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex, jealous!dean, fluff

Originally posted by nine-ten-ten


The door of the motel room flew open and banged into the wall.
You couldn´t care less while you were kissing Dean, stumbling backwards into the room, held by his strong arms around your waist.
He swirled you around and pressed you against the wall while you absently kicked the door close.
“I have waited a long time for this”, he mumbled while he left dozenths of small kisses on your neck.
“Me too”, you whispered back and he looked at you, smiling, right before finally picking you up and placing you on the bed.
You were lying on your back while he pulled off his shirt, revealing his perfect muscles.
“You´re so hot”, you whispered and he answered by kissing you again.
“Say my name”, he said, and the command made you all wet.
“Dean”, you moaned and tried your best to sound needy because you somehow knew it would turn him on.
“Dean”, you sighed once again.

The sound of Dean´s voice was completely different, and besides, how could he talk to you while he was currently kissing your neck?
“(Y/N), wake up”, you heard his voice again. What was going on?
The next thing you knew you were staring in Dean´s face.
Only this time, outside of your dream, he was fully dressed and stood ten feet away from you.
You were still lying in bed, hugging your sheets tightly.
“What´s going on?”, you asked, still a little dizzy with sleep and with the wet dream you just had.
Dean was readjusting his FBI tie while looking at you trough the mirror he was faced to:
“You were saying my name. Repeatedly.”
The heat rushed to your face before you could stop it and you only managed to mumble a short: “Weird”, before standing up.
You had slept in your panties and an oversized shirt and being seen in this kind of clothing by one of the Winchesters wasn´t something unusual, but right now, you felt almost naked.
Quickly you grabbed one of the motel robes and wrapped it around you.
Dean was done with his tie now and faced you again, frowning: “Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?”
You shook your head, then shrugged: “I don´t know what I dreamed, probably some crap.”
He seemed satisfied for the moment because he immediately changed the subject: “Okay, so Sam´s already at the morgue, checking out the vic.
I am going to questions the wife now and you can go over the lore while we´re gone.
"I hate the lore”, you stated plainly, “Why can´t I come with you guys. Why didn´t you wake me up earlier?”
Dean sighed: “(Y/N), please. We´ve been over this. It´s your hometown, someone might know you. It would screw everything up.”
You knew he was right, still it was annoying to spent all day crammed into a motel room, reading books you knew by heart anyhow.
“Fine”, you finally agreed, “but I want to go out tonight. I know a great bar not far from here.”
Dean nodded: “Alright, see you in a bit, kiddo.”
He waved at you, then left, leaving you feel incredibly stupid.
“Kiddo”, you spat and shook your head.
When was he going to see more in you? Ever since you hunted with Sam and Dean, they had treated you like their younger sister.
And maybe with Sam that was fine, but with Dean it was just going on your last nerve.
You liked him as more than a friend for years and he was just too stupid to see it.
Dreams like the one this morning weren´t unsual.
You caught yourself fantazising and dreaming about sex with your long time crush several times a week and you didn´t know if this was because you hadn´t had sex in a very long time or simply because your longing for Dean was getting stronger.
Problem was that it wasn´t just a longing for sex. You wanted everything, hugs, kisses, dates, love, you wanted to be with Dean in every way possible and you knew that he wasn´t ready for that, not with you at least.
Sighing, you sat down at the desk, trying to find out more about the case in order to distract yourself from thinking about him.

The day went by awfully slow and by the time Dean and Sam returned, you were almost asleep again simply because you were so bored.
“Hey”, you said and sat up from the bed as they entered the room together.
“Hi”, Sam said and smiled while Dean grinned: “Sure you wanna go out tonight? You look tired.”
You stood up from the bed: “Uh, Uh, Winchester, we´re hitting a bar tonight or I might go crazy. I can´t look at this butt ugly room one more second.”
The brothers laughed and you went into the bathroom to get ready.

The bar you dragged the Winchesters into was the one you and your friends had visited most back in your college days.
That had been before a ghost killed your family and you got into hunting.
It didn´t look any different today and you felt some kind of strange peace at being back here.
After Dean had ordered three Whiskeys, the three of you started playing pool but it wasn´t long until Sam got distracted by a skinny brunette and abandoned you and Dean and the game.
The two of you halfheartedly finished the game but then continued the evening by sitting at the bar, drinking and talking.
It was nice to spend some alone time with Dean and you once again realized how good the two of you knew each other.
Everything was going relatively well, until suddenly someone poked you on your shoulder and you turned around, looking into the face of a slightly familiar looking guy that had to be around your age.
“(Y/N)?”, the guy asked and you knew this had to be someone who knew you from before.
You nodded: “Yeah, it´s me. And you are…”
“Billy”, the guy said and smiled and suddenly it came rushing back to you. He had been in your high school, a rather popular guy but a nice one.
You had never been friends, but you had always liked him.
“Oh, wow, Billy, hi”, you answered and smiled.
He held a beer in his hand and let his eyes slide over your body: “Wow, you got hot.”
It was a blunt thing to say, but he made it sound like a nice compliment and you were already a little buzzed so you just chuckled: “Thanks.”
“Can I buy you a drink?”, he asked now and it was obvious that he was flirting with you. It had been so long ago since you had been flirted with, that you wanted to say yes, but suddenly you heard someone stand up.
Dean. You had totally forgotten about him.
“Sorry buddy, but she´s already got company, so do yourself a favor and back off”, he said and he sounded so tensed that you looked at him in surprise.
His jaw was clenching and he looked like he might want to punch someone, probably Billy.
The other guy held up his hand: “Sorry dude, didn´t know she had a boyfriend.”
Now you got a little angry.
Dean treated you like a sister everyday, never making a move, never doing anything that would even mildly suggest that he liked you a little more and now that someone else who could be interested came along, he suddenly acted jealous.
“She doesn´t”, you said and glared at Dean, who didn´t look at you but still at Billy, continuing to give him the death stare.
“What?”, Billy asked and when you looked back at him you saw the confusion on his face.
“Leave!”, Dean advised him and he shrugged before doing as he was told.
You whirled around to face Dean: “What´s wrong with you? Billy is a nice guy!”
“He was hitting on you”, he stated, as if that was explaining anything.
“So what? Just because you don´t find me attractive, doesn´t mean other guys can´t”, you blurted out before you could stop yourself.
His eyes got a little darker and he tightened his grip around his Whiskey glass: “I do find you attractive.”
Your heart skipped a beat but you were still angry and found yourself not caring anymore: “Then why is it that we never had sex?”

And then he kissed you, just like that, in the middle of a crowded bar.
It was everything you had imagined it to be and when he pulled back you mumbled: “Let´s go home.”

The door of the motel room flew open and banged into the wall, and just like in your dream, you couldn´t care less.
Dean was kissing you, never letting go of you, his hands always on you, even when he closed the door.
“It´s just like in my dream”, you said involuntarily and he grinned while he backed you up against the wall: “So you did have a sex dream about me?”
“You knew?”, you asked and blushed a little.
He chuckled while his hands stroked over your sides: “´course I knew, you were moaning my name, which was super hot by the way.”
You grinned: “You mean like this? Oh, Dean…”, you immitated your performance from the dream, “Dean.”
His eyes were blown with lust: “Yeah, like this.”
You started kissing him again and suddenly you got brave, letting your hand trail down his body until you were holding it just above his dick which you hoped to be already hard.
“May I?”, you asked and he nodded before kissing your neck again.
You started stroking over his dick, feeling how hard he was, imagining what it would feel like to have him inside you.
“So you meant that about me being attractive?”, you asked teasingly while you stroked over the bulge in his pants.
“Of course I did”, he said, his voice sounding a little heavy and you could feel yourself getting wet just at the sound of it.
“You know, I haven´t had sex in a very long time, which means I need it bad”, you continued talking, sensing that the whole dirty talk thing worked on Dean.
His dick twitched under your hand and obviously he decided that two could play this game because suddenly he picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.
“Then that means I have to give it to you hard, doesn´t it?”, he teased and you could feel his hard member against your crotch.
He then created a little bit of friction by rubbing himself against you and you moaned again: “Dean, please.”
He smirked against your lips: “Please what?”
“Please do me”, you whimpered and he hadn´t to be told twice.
He put you down on the bed and within seconds the two of you were naked. You didn´t feel selfconcious at all, because Dean looked at you like you were a goddess.
And still he didn´t get right to the point. He started by sucking at your nipples, making you arch up your back, then he continued by rubbing your clit with his index finger, real quick.
You couldn´t stop moaning and begging and you almost came, when he suddenly pulled back: “Sure you wanna do this?”, he asked but you knew that it was a rhetorical question because he was smirking.
“Yes”, you answered anyways and it didn´t took more for him to finally entering you, filling you up perfectly.
He found a perfect rythm and before you knew it you were shouting his name, an amazing orgasm, way better than the ones you had been giving yourself lately, washed over you and he was cumming too, the feeling of it more amazing than you ever would have hoped.
“That was perfect”, he whispered, before her rolled of you.
You nodded and faced him: “Yes, yes it was.”
There was silence for a while, then you decided to just go for it.
“You know I love you, right?”, you said and he smiled at you: “I do.”

anonymous asked:

imagine in a world Hisana's life is being filmed from the day she is born till chapter 29 then suddenly everyone got a tape with it and decided to watch i can tell Hisana's reaction is gonna be hilarious

Isane *witnesses mini-Hisana playing hollow-bait to save a couple of villagers*: oh no oh no what is she doing is she insane I can’t watch

Iemura *witnesses mini-Hisana purposefully stealing from the douchiest assholes she can find*: so apparently she’s always had the self-preservation instincts of a retarded lemming, nice to know

Yoruichi *witnesses mini-Hisana’s relationship with Tatsuya evolve*: why does she always seem to attract trouble…Byakuya put Senbonzakura away, the guy’s already dead you can’t kill him

Kaien *witnesses mini-Hisana negotiating with yakuza bosses*: fuck fuck fuck watching this isn’t good for my heart…yo Yukimura stop squirming out of the bubble wrap I put you in, yes it is necessary, now sit still goddammit

Hisana *sees some of the stupid shit she got up to back in the day*: …it made sense at the time


„Harley would you please stop to try and hook me up with him.“ You say with annoyance and sit down on her bed.

„Why? Don’t you want a boyfriend.“

„I don’t.“

„Why not?“

„I don’t need a man I’m perfectly fine by myself and quite happy.“

„Fine… but if you did want one you’d like Chato?“ She tries again, not yet ready to give up on her plans. Harley just wanted to get you a man no matter what. She meant well even if it was a tiny bit annoying.

„He’s certainly not unattractive.“ You shake your head and give her a warning look, „But that’s no invitation for you to get involved.“

„You’re no fun!“

„Bye Harley.“ You head to the door and give her a quick wave before heading back to your own room. Since you were on a mission and not back at the prison, you had a nice room for once and enjoyed staying here.

„Y/N?“ You hear Chato behind you and turn around to see what he wants.


He grabs your wrist firmly, not giving you the chance to leave, „Can I talk to you for a second?“ He asks while slowly pulling you closer to him. You didn’t even notice until your body is almost pressed against his own.

He wasn’t sure what he even wanted to say, the only thing he knew was that he liked you. Since he had accidentally overheard you and Harley talking he thought why not give it a try. You didn’t want a boyfriend but you did find him attractive, so he’d just test his luck and see what you’d say.

You open your mouth a little to say something, when suddenly there’s a loud noise and Digger’s shoved onto the ground as he stumbles out of a room.

You quickly walk over and kneel beside him to help him up, „Digger what the hell did you do?“

„He was annoying.“ Killer Croc says, appearing in the door frame of the room.

„I wasn’t!“

„You! Try to be a bit more quiet and stop throwing people around.“ You turn your head around, „And you stop being a douche bag.“

„Yes ma'am.“ Killer Croc says before going back to his room, closing the door as quiet as possible.

„I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about I’m a great guy besides I’m the one in pain here. C'mon give me a kiss to make it better.“

You roll your eyes and stand up, „That’s what I meant with douche bag.“ Flicking your wrist you walk away while he starts to scream behind you.

„That was a joke c'mon stop it, oi mate come here.“ He says in Chato’s direction. Digger starts fumbling with his pants and pulls them down.

„What are you doing?“ Chato asks confused while he gives him a weird look.

„She froze my dick man, you have to melt it, freakin’ melt it!“

„I’m not going to look at your dick…“

„Then don’t look just touch it or somethin’.“

„That sounds even worse…would you pull up your…stop pulling your dick out!“

You hear both of them yelling behind you while you walk away with a huge smile and start to giggle. These two couldn’t be more different but it was always quite amusing when they came together and this time was no exception.

Chato wanted to talk to you but you figured that could wait for another day.

To the people complaining about how hard it is to have one bias in BTS.
  • Me: *wakes up*
  • Me: how's jimin doing is he eating well is he okay is he tired is he happy with himself is he working too hard is he exercising his voice is he making sure he's not straining his vocal cords is he caring about himself as much as everyone else is he accepting help is he taking the advice from the right people has he identified the difference between hard work and being too hard on himself does he know his limits and that it's okay to have limits does he know he's never slacked off does he know his expectations are what make him feel like he fails but it's not a product of reality does he know how strong of a person and a presence he is does he know when to let go of things is he sleEPING
  • Me: how's tae doing is he playing games is he encouraging everyone to have fun is he communicating has he seen any kids lately any animals is he feeling accepted and appreciated is he living in the moment is he being a honest compassionate genius is he getting his space and serious time does he know it's okay if he can't make people understand and it's not a defect of his skills it's not his fault that he's not being heard does he know that some things are out of his control and it's okay does he know that sometimes people don't see the relevance in what he's saying and that's okay and is he making sure his hyungs are alIVE
  • Me: how's jin doing what has he cooked lately is he playing pokemon is he on the wii is his fliphone okay how are his hats and circular glasses is he feeding everyone has he told himself he's handsome a minimum of ten times today has he checked up on everyone's psychological health and stability does he know that i love how comfortable he is in his skin is he living contently has he caught up with his family does he know how much he is appreciated and how much of a lasting effect he has on everyone around him does he know how attentive and perceptive he is does he know how much i love that he continues being himself and how stable and hard-working and reasonable and positive and brave and professional he is and so much perseverance he deserves the spotlight but doesn't always take it just like when he wrote the lyrics for propose guys and didn't even give himself a big part he works so hard on dancing and doesn't feel the need to be validated by others words because he feels appreciated where he needs to be does he know how special he is does he know how much we love his go-getter attitude and that no one has forgotten how amazing of an actor he is how he enjoys life how he's mature and knows what to keep private does he know how cute he looks with glasses on and how anyone who can't see his charm is blind and how he has so many cool interests and how he knows everyone's potential and has standards for them has he given everyone equAL HUGS TODAY
  • Me: how's namjoon doing is he thinking deeply what books has he read lately does he know that no amount of thinking things through can prevent slip ups and that's okay does he know how sincere h is does he know how much of an individual he is and how much i love that is he contemplating life is he making good songs is he encouraging everyone is he telling everyone they're wrong when they snub themselves is he putting his arms around everyone and making contact in that way he does which shows his love in the little things is his phone out of memory did he remember his earphones is hE BUYING THE CLOTHES HE WANTS
  • Me: how's yoongi is he sleeping well how's his neck pillow doing has he remembered to eat does he feel like he's good enough does he give himself enough credit is he getting his introvert time is he content is he identifying his emotions healthily is he being attentive of the members is he putting logic to their insecurities in order to relieve them is he being strict is he keeping bts in a row is he subtly but consistently showing them love in all those little ways is he expressing his deeply felt emotions is hE SELF ANALYZING
  • Me: how's jungkook is he making faces is he dancing is he working hard is he being overly competitive is his head in the clouds is he being hard on himself does he know how perfect he is does he know that he's as productive as 1000000 american teenagers is he being comfortable with himself with his true self does he know it's okay to show his emotions he doesn't have to be cool don't feel too pressured is he accepting things is he speaking up is he sTILL RUSHING TO GROW UP
  • Me: how's hoseok is he being positive is he acknowledging his negative emotions is he living in the moment is he freestyling does he know he's an adequate rapper does he know we care about his mixtape has he been getting love is he screaming enough is he releasing his stress by releasing all of his emotions no seriously are his stress levels okay is he sick is he being too self sacrificing iS HE IGNORING HOW HE FEELS THINKING IT WILL JUST
  • Me: *takes first breath of the day*
  • Me: oh god i feel so bad for writing more on jin i love them all so much it's just i feel like so fed up with how no one appreciates him
  • Me: and oh god i feel like i didn't do too well on some of the other members but
  • Me: i love them so much i just
  • Me: i have to give them equal gifsets equal photo sets it's too much it's too much why can't i just have one bias then it's easy
  • Me: *comes home*
  • Me: i feel like i've been posting a lot of taehyung, jimin, yoongi, and namjoon lately
  • Me: and why do i keep forgetting someone when i do the tags???? what's wrong with me????
  • Me: i feel so guilty i'll post a lot of jin and hoseok and jungkook!!! i love them too idk
  • Me: i posted a lot of them and now it feels uneven??? i need to do equal pictures
  • Me: *gets ready for bed*
  • Me: i'm going to post some maknae like awwww- wait i like this picture but that would mean jimin gets three pictures and tae and jungkook get two each unacceptable i'll have to find two more pictures of-
  • Me: well now i need to post some hyung line they're great too
  • Me: *falling asleep*
  • Me: i feel like i haven't given enough attention to namjoon today and why aren't there more awesome pictures of jin like wtf that's not right-
  • Me: *dreaming*
  • Namjoon: i posted a kimdaily today and you didn't notice tf is wrong with you
  • Me: i'M SLEEPING
  • Namjoon: you didn't even reply in your sorry mangled KOREAN
  • Me:
  • Namjoon:
  • Me: wait you actually read those-
  • Namjoon: i was guessing that's what you do?
  • BTS:
  • Me: that's not gonna work again
  • Jungkook: why don't you notice me more i was creeping around hoseok in the last bangtan bomb OvO
  • Jimin: HOW COULD YOU
  • Jin: do you find tae suga jimin and namjoon more handsome than me? admit it the reason why you don't reblog me as much is because it takes you loner to find a "handsome" picture of me
  • Jin: what
  • Jungkook: pardon
  • Jimin: omg! why would you make them feel left out like that i thought you loved all of us i'm crying omg leave me alone
  • Me: don't cry you'll get dehydrated i know how you are about drinking wa-
  • Jimin:
  • Me:
  • BTS:
  • Me: FU-
  • Tae: wow you obviously find me the most handsome??? wtf
  • Tae:
  • Tae: you obviously find me the most funny??? wtf
  • Me: funny?
  • Tae:
  • Tae: excuse me
  • Yoongi: i think you mean me, tae
  • Jimin: juNGKOOK
  • Yoongi: wow if you can't love us all then jeez just pick a bias
  • Me: would you juST-
  • Me:
  • Me:
  • Me: stop screaming
  • BTS:
  • Hoseok: i feel faint
  • Tae: *crouches down*
  • Hoseok: *sits on Tae*
  • Me:
  • Me: *pretends to throw something*
  • Hoseok: KJADFKADadGKADJGAD?!?!?!?!!?!
  • Tae: look a dog
  • Namjoon: *trips and crushes Jin's DS*
  • Jungkook: inFIRES MAN
  • Namjoon: IT'S inSPirES!!!!!!!!
  • Jungkook: pardon
  • Jungkook: O_O
  • Yoongi: *yanks on maknae line's leashes except jimins*
  • Jimin: *starts recording with the V app*
  • Hoseok: haerTEU OH MY HAEURTO
  • Jungkook: O_O
  • BTS: i thought you loved all of us
  • Jungkook: O_O
  • Jungkook: O_O
  • BTS: *leaves*
  • Jungkook: O_O
  • Me: *wakes up crying in the middle of the night*
  • Phone: *OH MAN HOLY SHIT notification sound goes off*
  • Me:
  • Me: better check that

anonymous asked:

Oh god I really can't wait for part 12 YOU GOT ME HOOKED haha love you

Oh, thank you so much!  I am so glad you enjoy it.  Here is Part 12, comin’ ‘atcha!  httpgreenaway, blueeyedvirginiagirl, ca19990000, leonkassi…I hope you enjoy this one!  I am sorry if I have forgotten to tag anyone, my mind has drawn a blank.

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Epilogue)

As the doorbell rang, you rolled yourself off of the couch. Matthew promised to try his best to be here for the furniture, but said they would probably arrive before he made it.

After all, you were a blimp in your third trimester, and his nerves were washing away any sense he may have had as a human being.  He wanted to be there for everything, and the man was running himself ragged.

At 6.5 months, your feet are starting to swell, and the exhaustion is setting back in again. Sleeping is now close to impossible, and very uncomfortable, since you couldn’t sleep on your stomach or go 3 hours without having to pee.  And to throw caution to the wind, your back started to give way as well.

And you still had two more months.


Opening the door, the delivery man greets you with a grunt. “Are you Y/N Y/L/N?”

Grinning lightly, you nod. As the delivery man starts to rattle off all of the baby furniture for delivery, you see a car tear into the yard. Stumbling out, Matthew catches himself as he forgets to close his car door, running up the driveway.

Cutting the delivery man off with your laughter, Matthew huffs, out of breath.

“I’m here…to help…”

Getting him inside the house, you look back at the delivery man and say, “it’s alright. If something is forgotten we can reschedule for it.” You felt bad for him having to deliver so much at once, and as you see relief caress his face, you decided you would try to convince him to take a tip before he left.

As the delivery men hauled the furniture back into the nursery, Matthew sighed. “I’m so glad we had it delivered. Now I won’t have to put it together.”

Chuckling to yourself, you know damn good and well you would’ve been stuck putting it together yourself.

You were excited about putting the nursery together. The baby shower was this evening, and you would actually have places to put things. Sniffing the air, you realize the cake is done.

Kissing Matthew on the cheek, you shuffle into the kitchen. Opening the oven, you shakily take out the cake, set it on the stove, and hit your knees.

“Y/N!” Matthew yells as he runs over to you.

Breathing deep, Matthew helps you up and over to the couch.

“Y/N. What’s wrong?”

Blinking rapidly, you realize you had forgotten to eat breakfast.

“I-I’m…I didn’t eat.”

“Oh, sweetheart…” Matthew kisses your lips lightly. “Well, I have good news.”

As he walks off to the kitchen to make you a sandwich, he says, “We have officially hit summer break.”

Whipping your head around, you didn’t know if you heard him right.


As Matthew turns around, a smile overtaking his face, he sits the sandwich on your lap. “Eat,” he demands.

Taking a bite, saliva filling your mouth, your eyes start to glisten.

“You mean I have your for an entire month?”

“No.  Two months. Well…no quite two. 7 weeks, to be exact.”

Stopping your eating, you throw your arms around him and hold him close. 7 weeks of wonderful mornings, foot massages, dinner for two, lunch outings, and movie marathons.

And you couldn’t wait.

As Matthew pulls you away, he holds the sandwich up to your face, and staring into your eyes with a very intent expression, he says, “Eat, Y/N.”


In the bathroom, you hear the doorbell ring. As you hear Matthew laugh and embrace the guests, you slip on your pink and yellow maxi dress.

“I look like cotton candy on a stick,” you mutter to yourself. It wasn’t so much of a baby shower as it was a celebration with presents. No alcohol and no caffeine, much to your protests for the guests, was insisted upon by Matthew. “If you can’t do it, neither will they. Not in this house.”

It was addicting, how sweet he was.

As you fluffed your hair, you put the finishing touches on of your make-up and started out of the room.

“Oh, Y/N!” Joe comes over and kisses you on your cheek. “You look phenomenal.”

“I’m already sweating,” you chuckled as your voice dropped. “I look like a condensating blimp.”

“You look fantastic!” Kirsten shouts as she comes toward you, arms outstretched for a hug. “Absolutely radiant!”

“Thank you so much,” you smile. You were excited for the party. You had made good friends in Kirsten and Joe, and you were excited to be able to talk with them outside of a work environment.

As the three of you congregated in a corner, you feel Angel jump. Taking a deep breath, Matthew catches your expression and walks over to you.

“Are you alright? Did you forget to eat again?” he coos, bending over to help you stay steady.

“I think she is as excited for the party as we are,” you laugh, taking Matthew’s hand and putting it on your stomach. As Angel kicks outwards, Joe and Kirsten shoot their hands out as well.

“Oh my god!” Kirsten squeals.

“How beautiful,” Joe smiles.

Giggling with Matthew, his face flushes with pride as everyone else comes over to try and catch a feel of their new addition to their family.

Seeing Matthew beam with pride at his unborn child sent a shiver down your spine.

And yet…this shiver was different. It elicited a warmth that not only ricocheted thru your back, but also thru your core.

Looking him in his eyes, you saw not a stranger, not a star, and not even a partner.

You saw a lover. A handsome, toned, beautifully quirky man.

And your core burned for him.


Slipping your dress down the floor, you were relieved to be free. It had been a long time since you had truly been naked, always keeping your decency in case Matthew slipped in, and having that privacy to unleash your body was important.  You weren’t lying to Joe, you had been sweating the entire time at the party.  Carrying around all of this extra weight was brutal on your core, and you couldn’t wait to feel the cleansing water rush over your bloated body.

Hearing a knock at the door, you hold your robe up to you.  “Yes?”

“Oh, I’m sorry.  I’ll go to the other bathroom.”

Feeling guilty for kicking him out of his own bathroom, you say, “If you want to wait a second, I will be in the shower, and the curtain will block me out, you know…if you want to get in here for something specific.  I mean, something that isn’t a shower.  Obviously.”

Chuckling behind the door, Matthew said, “Alright.  Thank you, that’s very kind.”

Running the water to get it to the right temperature, you step into the beautiful walk-in shower and close the door.  You still couldn’t get over how truly big the shower was.  I mean, you could safely lay down and spread out in it.

Blushing as ideas ran rampant thru your mind, you drew the optional curtain.  “You’re all clear,” you yell over the running water, and as you hear the turning of the doorknob, your skin still starts to crawl with…

What was that…?



As you hear Matthew turn on the sink, you start to wash your hair.  Feeling the hot water run down your body, you don’t realize the light moans and groans you are making.

“Alright, Y/N, you’re gonna be in trouble if you don’t stop.”

Pausing, realizing what you are doing, you flush.  “I’m so sorry…it just…feels really good.”

You two always joked around like that, but nothing every became of it.  You didn’t know why, but you were afraid to ask.  So, you took to the assumption that he was waiting for a go ahead from you.  After all, he wouldn’t kiss a woman he didn’t find attractive, right?

“I bet it does, I saw you starting to glisten by the end of the party.  You should’ve let me do the footwork.”

“Oh, it’s alright.  I actually enjoyed playing the hostess,” you smiled to yourself.  “I’ll settle for a foot massage, though.”

“Anything you need.”

You could feel Matthew’s smile radiate from the other side of the shower.  You were startled when you found yourself wishing he was in the shower with you.  It scared you, honestly.  You never felt this way before, and you knew your libido would kick into overdrive thru your last trimester, but this?

This was different.  It was a basic, furious, fiery need in the pit of your stomach.

Taking a deep breath, you say, “Are you going to need a shower, too?”

“Don’t worry about saving the hot water, I can take one in the morning.”

Disappointed by the lack of a window, you try again.  “Are you sure?  I mean, I could step out and you could, you know, step right on in.”

God, I’m shit at this.

As Matthew laughs, he says, “I promise, Y/N.  Take your time.”

Sighing, Matthew catches the disappointment.  “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?  You sound…sad.”

Closing your eyes, you softly beat your head against the shower wall.  “How could I be sad with all of this beauty surrounding us?”

Furrowing his brow, Matthew backs off.  “Alright.  But…you would tell me if something was wrong, right?”

As a knot forms in the pit of your stomach, you realize that, if you wanted this…if you truly wanted this…talking to him wasn’t going to get it.

Conjuring up all of the strength and confidence you can muster, you throw back the shower curtain.  As Matthew whips himself around, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, it drops to the floor as his jaw unhinges.

“Come take a shower with me, Matthew.”

As Matthew takes in your skewed form from the frosted shower glass, he picks up his toothbrush, banging his head against the counter, and quickly rinses out his mouth.

“Y/N…are you sure?” he looks at your reflection from the mirror.

And it was then, as you slowly reached your hand for the shower door, that it was never the nakedness that you craved for freedom.  Pushing the door open, and swinging it towards Matthew, there you stood.  In your nakedness.  In your wetness.  In your pregnant body…your chest glistening and your thighs aching and your feet swollen…that you realized that your clothes weren’t caging you.  They never had been.

It was your longing for him that was meant to be set free.  Your feelings and your sexualities and your pleasures…your dreams and your aches and your teases…it was caging those inside that was keeping you from being free.

And as Matthew stepped into the shower and let the water run over his beautiful body, it was then that you realized you would never come back.

It was then that you realized you were his.

Noah Foster- I Like You

Request: Noah Foster imagine, where he’s really awkward around the reader bc he likes her, so Audrey and Emma help him by getting to know her so Noah has stuff to talk about and he eventually asks her out,with loads of fluff please. Thank you in advance!

Author: Isa

  • A/N: I changed the plot and I looked back at the request and realized this. So, sorry if it wasn’t exactly what you wanted.

Noah’s POV

“Oh god. Here she comes. She’s so.. uhh…” I say. “Noah! Stop drooling!” Audrey says snapping me back into reality.

It was Y/N. She was so beautiful. I’ve had a crush on her for over a year, now. Audrey’s been trying to set us up. But, she’s way out of my league. Plus, she’s friends with the popular group with Brooke and Jake and Emma.

“Sorry..” I finally say, “Do you think I have a chance with her?” Besides being popular, Y/N was friends with Audrey and I. She would be with her popular group of friends one second and then with us in another. I always wanted to be her boyfriend. “I’d probably say maybe,” Audrey replies. I didn’t understand what she meant by this but, at least it wasn’t a ‘No’.


“NOAH! AUDREY!” I yelled from across the hall. They were talking by the lockers. Noah was drooling for a second before continuing his talk with Audrey. I finally reached the two.

“Oh, h-hey there, pal,” Noah says wincing at what he just said. Audrey rolls her eyes. I just giggle and give him a confused expression. “Okay… So are we still on for tonight?” I ask them. “Yeah… totally,” Noah replies. “Um… I have to let you know if I can make it or not,” Audrey says. I mouth to her, ‘Stop trying to play matchmaker with us’.

“Wh-what’s going on between you two?” Noah asks us obviously confused at what I was saying to her. “Oh nothing. Don’t worry about it.” And just like that he melts. I kind of knew he liked me back at what I did to him. “You’re so adorable, Noah,” I laugh. Audrey just smirks as she knows Noah will obsess over what I said, later. “Th-thanks. I mean, you’re hot, too. No- wait. You said I was cute? No i meant that you’re cute, also. Not that you’re hot. But I’m not saying that you’re not hot. I mean… Audrey, what do I mean?” Noah stutters out acting so awkward and adorable.

“I think you mean that you think she is hot,” Audrey says obviously not helping his cause. “Audrey! No, look, Y/N. I was just pointing out that I find you very attractive. NO! I mean that you’re cute. But that doesn’t mean that you’re not also very hot to me. It’s just that.. I should really stop talking, now,” Noah says.

I can’t help but smile the whole way through. “Noah, it’s okay. See! This is why you’re so cute,” I say back to him. He sighs in relief but mentally cursing himself for stuttering so much and confessing that he thinks I’m hot. “Anyway, I’ll see you, later. Bye,” Audrey says while closing her locker and leaving us.

He avoids eye contact but then turns his full attention towards me. “So… how’s life?” He asks me. “Noah, no. I am not having this crappy small talk with you. Want me to drive you home?” I say to him. “Yes, please. And thanks,” He says in response.


I get ready for the movie night with Noah. And not Audrey. See, I knew Audrey wouldn’t show. She knew we both liked each other and wanted us to be alone and talk it out. So far, Noah doesn’t know I like him. Only I know that he likes me back.

I head out of the house and over to my car. I start driving until I reach Noah’s workplace. This is where he watches, and mostly rewatches, slasher films. I pull into the driveway and see only one other car. I text him before getting out of the car. I walk up to the store and knock on the glass door with blinds covering the inside. I hear something before being startled by the blinds being opened and someone looking through. I hear a series of locks being unlocked before seeing Noah with his smiling cute face. “Hey, Y/N. Come in,” He greets you, “Oh. Audrey said she couldn’t make it tonight. So, I guess it’ll only be me and you. Is that alright?” “Yeah, of course. I love spending time with my favorite guy,” I say. “Favorite guy? That sounds really nice, actually. Am I really your favorite guy? Like on the planet?” Noah asks me. “I guess so. No other guy is this sweet to me,” I say. “We should probably start the movies…” Noah says while getting up and handing me snacks. “Is Nightmare On Elm Street, good for you?” He asks. “Yes. And come here,” I say wanting to cuddle him. He can’t help but smile.


He takes a seat besides me but, not very close to leave me comfortable. I move closer. I wrap my arms around his torso and in response, he throws his hand over my shoulder.

We’re mid-way through the movie and both comfortable. He looks down at me. “Y/N?” I hear him ask. I look up at him. “Noah?” I reply back. “I like you…” He finally says. I take my arms out from beneath his back and sit a little farther away from him. He scans my face looking for something as a response. “You don’t feel the same, do you?” He asks me, “I’m so sorry. I am such an idiot…” He hides his face in his hands. “Noah, no. I like you, too,” I say back. He looks back up. “Oh. Um… well maybe you would want to go on a date with me, then?” He asks. “I would love to, actually,” I say. He smiles.

He leans his face closer to mine. Again, trying to scan my face for answers. I stare into his eyes and look at his lips. He finally moves in close enough to meet both of our lips together. I part in order to breathe. “You. Are. A great kisser, by the way,” I compliment him. “Thanks… But maybe I could get better by practice?” He says. “Look at you. You have your game back,” I laugh at him. He just nods before returning his attention to the screen. I nuzzle my head into the side of his body.

I could stay with him, like this, forever.

anonymous asked:

22 & 26 with the triplets please? Love your work!

Thank you boo! Good to know you like it :) <3

Modern AU Solo Triplets + “I’ve never kissed anyone before…” + “You’re annoyingly pretty.”

Leaning forward, you rested your elbows on the tabletop with the array of papers and opened books before you. Pointing to one of the lines you turned to Ben who was sitting to your left.

“So based on this line, what message do you think the author is trying to convey?”

Ben sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head faintly.

“I mean…I think what he’s getting at…or at least what it sounds like he’s getting at….”

You nodded, giving Ben an encouraging smile as you watched him bite his lip in concentration with Matt simply staring at him waiting for him to finally answer the question you had tried to help him with for over 15 minutes.

Ben groaned, “Fuck I don’t know (Y/N). It sounds like some melodramatic bullshit.”

You sighed with a shrug, “Alright.”

Kylo flared his nostrils from your right, shaking his head faintly with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“You’ll get it eventually, we obviously just need to discuss it a little more.”

Ben sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as well as he leaned back in his chair.

“Or I won’t get it. It isn’t my forte.”

“That’s fine, it’s not everyone’s strong suit.”

Leaning forward again as you began to jot down your own notes, you suddenly heard Ben speak up again.

“You’re annoyingly pretty.”

You paused, furrowing your brows as you turned to look at him. His eyes were glued to you, the expression on his face seeming somewhat frustrated.

“You know that?”


He nodded, “Yeah. You’re supposed to be just a tutor…but you’re so encouraging, kind…and tempting.”

Matt’s brows furrowed as he looked over to Ben, “Ben seriously?”

“What? It’s better to say something than to act like we’re not all thinking it.”

You turned from your notes, observing all of their expressions as the room fell awkwardly silent. Their eyes were all focused on you and across the board you could sense something in their faces was different. Something that both made you nervous as well as set butterflies soaring through your stomach.

“Y-you all feel this way?”

They all hesitated for a moment, looking to each other for a fraction of a second before simultaneously nodding in response to you. You gulped, looking back to the papers before you as your cheeks grew hot.

“O-oh…ok. So um, like I was saying-”

“Don’t you like us?”

You paused again, knowing Ben was speaking again. In your time of tutoring you had found Ben to be the most vocal and outspoken of the three. Obviously given his new confession, he was not ready to call it a day with just those words.


“Don’t you find us attractive?”

“W-well I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.”

Ben smirked as Matt offered you a shy smile, Kylo shifting in his seat beside you. 

“So why don’t we do something about it, take a study break?”


“I don’t mean anything big, you are our tutor after all.”

Before he could stop himself Matt suddenly blurted out, “What about a kiss?”

The crimson in his cheeks grew even brighter as he realized he had just announced his desire aloud, instantly averting his eyes to the ground. Kylo slowly uncrossed his arms as Ben nodded in agreement.

“That’s perfectly harmless, a kiss from each of us.”

Kylo smirked faintly, “As a thank you for all your work here.”

Your attention was now completely drawn to the triplets, almost forgetting that you still had assignments to help them with. The heat in your cheeks grew as you looked over all of them, staring at you with anticipation of your response. Before you could think of a clear answer, you found yourself mumbling out the words.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

You gulped, knowing it wasn’t entirely the truth as it tumbled from your lips, but knowing well it would get the triplets the added temptation and drive to act. Ben smirked at you deviously, instantly uncrossing his arms and sitting straight in his chair.

“Even better.”

Matt seemed the most eager as he suddenly brought his chair out and sat straight. Ben reached forward, gripping gently onto your chin with his warm hands and a smirk still across his face.

“I’ll go first.”

Leaning in close Ben gently brushed his lips against yours, expertly moving his in sync with yours. The feeling alone of his lips caressing yours making your head dizzy. From what you could tell, he had definitely done this before and obviously knew exactly what he was doing. Pulling away he smirked.

“My turn.”

Matt eagerly moved from his chair as Ben reluctantly gave up his chair. As Matt sat down you took note of his crimson tinged cheeks and his faintly fogged glasses as he released a sigh, his eyes scanning you entirely.


Slowly he leaned in, softly bringing his lips to yours. Unlike Ben, Matt was more hesitant in his movements at first but in a matter of minutes became far more eager. He almost grew sloppy, but managed to keep the kiss both sweet and pleasing. After a moment he pulled away, releasing another sigh as his bright crimson cheeks faced you.

“T-thank you.”

You giggled faintly, “Yeah.”

Gulping you turned to Kylo, most certainly the most intimidating of the three. You mustered up a faint smile, as Kylo’s eyes scanned you from head to toe.


Before you could muster up any further words Kylo abruptly crashed his lips into yours, almost knocking you out of your chair. Much like Ben’s kiss, Kylo’s made your head spin, but in a different way. Kylo’s kiss seemed far more passionate and intense. His lips were soft despite roughly brushing into yours, warming your lips as well.

As Kylo continued to kiss you, digging his hand into your hair bringing you closer to him, Leia walked into the house instantly looking over to the dining room as Han followed in behind her. With a roll of her eyes she dropped her keys on a nearby table. 

“Why am I not surprised?”

Han shook his head, “Does that mean we still have to pay her?”

Leia faintly smacked Han in the arm as they walked further into the house.  

Happy Birthday (Baekhyun x Reader)

Characters: Baekhyun x You
Summary: You try your best to make it up to him, but he seems to really have moved on. Do you still keep trying, or give up ? (BGM)
A/N: It’s raining in my area >< it’s been raining, and so I’ve been listening to really sad music. And I got inspired to write with some of the songs I’ve been listening to ^ ^ And one more thing;; there are flashbacks;; I tried to write it as less confusing as possible;; but;; yea;; Oh and;;;;;; I quit trying to shorten my stories;; it doesn’t work;; my one-shots are at least 3000;; at most, who knows how much;;; and I’m sorry if you guys think it’s too long;; but it’s the only way I can provide a shot without thinking it’s trash;; so bear with me;; you don’t have to if you don’t want to;; Well then, enjoy ^ ^ (5.11.2016 a/n update;; this is a real piece of shit now that I read it;; but since I still wrote it;; yea;; 5.15.2016 a/n update #2;; SIKE !! YOU GUYS THOUGHT I HAD NO FICS FOR YOU RIGHT ? PFFF I had one… sorry;; it’s shit though;;;)
Word Count: 6400

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Mark; i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry

✉in which sorry is not enough 
❝ This is actually inspired by a prompt I read and also along with the words you gave so… it’s a bit of both??? (idk what this turned out to but, I hope you like it anyway ; u ;)
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With a jar in your hand, an umbrella in your other, that’s all you really need for now. In case it was hot, in case it was raining, no weather could possibly rain down on your parade—not after what you’ve been through, God no. You sigh as you look up to the sky, noticing how it’s still a pretty shade of colors that ranged from the hues of red, a mix of orange, blended with yellow, a shade of blue, it’s beautiful and you know he’ll love it too.

Sitting down and putting the umbrella aside, you’ve opened the jar you have in your hold before you draw some of the content out, sprinkling out in the air as the wind blows by and it carries it around until it’s almost everywhere around in this park. With a contended smile, you close the jar because this is just the first stop and it’s when—

“Fuck me, really, raining now?!” You curse, about to go ape shit because tomorrow is your interview and there’s no way you can get sick now! You’re putting both hands over your head, hiding underneath the tree and you know if it’s your time to go, the thunder could strike and goodbye world but then a voice calls out for you and you’re startled, looking ahead in the midst of the dark, heavy downpour of rain and mist lingering in the air, “Hey! You over there! G-Get away from there!”

“I don’t have an umbrella!”

And despite the distance, you swear you hear him (you assume it’s a he because of his tone) mumbling a soft shit before you see his shadow disappearing and then a figure appears in front of you. Your eyes widen so wide but in the next, he’s scooping you to his chest and he pulls you close with the umbrella hovering above the two of you as he leads you away, his heartbeat rapidly beating against your cheek and you stumble a few times before he directs you to the pavement and then he asks, “What the hell were you doing there? It’s not advisable to be under a tree when it rains,”

He’s scolding you, can you believe that? A person you’ve never met before, never heard of and fuck, he looks handsome is nagging at you, “W-Well… I didn’t have an umbrella…”

He chuckles, his voice as deep as the night goes and you find yourself walking alongside him as he heads to where the bus stop is but he manages to say, “Well, you have one now,”

“Sharing, with you?”

“No shit,” He laughs and God, why does he look so attractive? The stars are nothing compared to his eyes, the glow on his skin can kiss the moon goodbye and when he smiles down on you with his name of I’m Mark, you find yourself being in a trance where you say your name, softer than his, more endearing and it reels him in and everything else is history from there.

“I just thought you’d like to have a part of you here,” You say to the air, of uncertainty and uninvited guests but even with that, you know he’s here.

I would… it’s where we first met…

“I’m sorry if you don’t but,” please, stop saying that, “I don’t know where else to go apart from here,”

Here is perfect, darling. This was the start of our love…

“Oh! I know where else to go!” You suddenly get up and grab onto the jar, the umbrella and just as you want to leave, there’s the warm feeling of a sun rising that you stop and notice how when you’re about to walk away, the certain glow of the sun seems to shine down on your shadow…and his face is appearing in front of you.

He smiles at you like things are fine, the look in his eyes are the home you’re searching for and he’s everything you’ve been missing for a year.

“Mark…” Is all you can say, in tiny bits of whisper in depths of your itty bitty heart and he shakes his head, his lips forming a frown when he says, “I’m sorry,”

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