that these were his favorite trousers

Red Fire (Crowley x Reader x Lucifer) - One Shot Smut

Originally posted by crowleysloverr

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Summary: You’re Crowley’s personal, little pet and you enjoy every second of it. But when you hear that a more powerful creature is held prison by Crowley, you decide it’s time to move up on the ladder.

A/N: This is just 4000 words of pure, filthy porn but I regret nothing. Set in S12 E15

Tags: @socktrollqueen @tori-supernatural @karlamoriarty

Warnings: SMUT, So much smut everywhere, Explicit Language, Pet Play, Blow Job, Facial, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal.

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♥ Hi Guys, here is the request you were waiting for so long: dry humping with Loki. I hope you guys enjoy. This one is especially for @moderndeathsblog I hope you like it as well♥ Requests are open feel free to drop something,  and please leave some feedback. Found any mistakes, tell me I would love to fix them. Deutsche Version auf meiner Masterlist.

* gif isn’t mine, credit goes to owner

Request:   The one you write with Steve with the dry hump… Is there any way, you may write something like that, but for Bruce? Or Loki? Or both? Pretty please with a cherry on top? I love your blog

Dry humping with Steve & Dry humping with Bruce

  • Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
  • Summary: well, dry humping with Loki ;)
  • Warnings: smut, dry humping (no penetration) PWP!
  • Words: 740

Slowly you walked through the long corridors of Asgard’s Palace on your way to the room you shared with Loki.It was an eternally long day and all you wanted was to relax a few minutes, get some sleep and finish the day, as soon as possible.
Frustrated, you open the door to your room and spotted your favorite dark-haired  god, dressed only in trousers on top of the large and noble bed. His eyes were closed and he looked relaxed.You walked to him as quietly as possible. You weren’t sure if he was asleep it you didn’t want to disturb him, yet. You climbed cautiously onto the soft bed and straddled his lap. You slowly leaned forward and your lips touched the soft skin under his ear, and you knew he was awake when his hands raise from his side to rest on your hips.“ Hello Love”“Hi,” you replied tiredly and pressed you lips in a slow kiss against his, before you climbed off him and let yourself fall into the soft pillows.
Loki straightened up and let his gaze wander over your body.“Oh, had my princess a hard day?” He asked teasingly, letting a few fingers wander over your breasts to your thigh before pressing against your core.You pulled in a sharp breath and moaned.“Ah Loki, what are you doing?”“Make sure you feel better”

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The Offer

Guyssss I am super excited (and very much nervous) to share this with you all!! I know I haven’t posted anything in a very long time and I am sorry for that, witer’s block hit me heavy last month due to finals… This will most likely be in multiple parts as there is a lot on my mind about this whole thing lol. Also this is a prince!Harry AU and I am not going to pretend I know everything about the royal government, so if I get things wrong I do apologize!! I hope you all enjoy pals (: -M xx.

The offer happened the third time you encountered him.

Ironically, the first encounter was something you wish you avoided. At the time, you were only introduced to half of the royal family you were working for (which of course, made sense; as a family as important as them, most of them don’t have time to waste meeting new employees). Being able to call yourself an assistant to the royal family was an accomplishment to you, so all you wanted to do was make a great impression.

However, when you held a regrettable amount of coffee in a paper cup that was just a little too hot; and with your nerves jittering at your fingertips and toes, all hope of making a good impression was lost as you unintentionally tripped over your own feet–resulting with your face almost hitting the marble floor and the coffee staining a very expensive shirt.

There was quietness once you hit the floor, as when you looked up to see that your coffee spilt on in fact, the prince, which soon made you go into a silent panic. He shook his arms as the liquid began to turn his skin red from its temperature; his eyebrows crinkled as if he was trying to figure out what just happened before his green eyes traveled to your frozen face. 

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Tale As Old As Time: Chapter 1 Provincial Life

Originally posted by easycompany

((Lmao the last thing I should be writing is another series right? But I saw beauty and the Beast the other day and I was inspired.))

I give credit to @dontshootmespence​ for helping me organize everything.

Contains: Fluff, Eventual Spencer x Reader- but sorry, you don’t have a really appearance in this chapter yet.


Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young princess lived in a shining castle. Her name was Y/n.  Although she had everything her heart desired, the princess was spoiled, selfish, and unkind.  But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered her a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the princess sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned the girl not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when she dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.  The princess tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in Y/n’s heart, and as punishment, she transformed her into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of her monstrous form, the beast concealed herself inside her castle, with a magic mirror as her only window to the outside world.  The rose the enchantress had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until her twenty-first year.  If Y/n could learn to love another, and earn his love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken.  If not, she would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.  As the years passed, she fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?


A young man exited his home, an unseen smile blooming on his face at the valley he and his mother lived at. The dirt roads, leading to the cobblestone village were earthy and coffee-like, light in the rays of the sun and sapphire skies. The grass wasn’t too green, but his mother’s garden did brighten up their yard, and brought a sweet smell to his nose.

His name was Spencer. The man was past his twenties, not too long ago turning 37, and still without a bride, content in looking after his mother. Her brain wasn’t too sharp anymore, but she had her moments where the young woman he grew up with shone through.

Spencer smoothed down the white smock he wore over his light blue trousers, and matching vest, a white shirt to cover his arms. His shoulder-length hazelnut locks were tied back with a blue ribbon he had stolen from his mother. He grabbed the basket that lie next to the stone stairs he walked down from, placing the book he had thumbed over the last few hours into the weaving.

Every morning Spencer went into town to grab some ingredients for food that day, and to head to the bookshop in town, his favorite place in the entire world. Unfortunately, not everyone in the town really respected him. Some people were cruel, teasing him for being so odd, or being Diana Reid’s son. As he reached the buildings and shoppes, he could already see people staring and whispering about him.

He ignored everyone whispering about how he was a ‘funny man’ or making fun of him for being smart. Although the townsfolk boasted of his beauty, he felt upset and annoyed that that was all they cared about. His mother had always warned him that one shouldn’t judge a book by their cover. Speaking of books…

“Ah, Spencer!” The librarian, Emily Prentiss, got down from her ladder where she had previously been dusting to hug her favorite (and most frequent) patron. “Let me guess, you’ve finished the book already, and no, I’m sorry, we don’t have anything new.” She pretended not to notice Spencer’s embarrassment as he nodded. The library had maybe twenty books to it’s name and not many people came to visit. But her business was held afloat by the absence of taxes.

“Can I borrow…this one?” He asked shyly, holding up a familiar leather cover. She nodded, but still felt confused. “I know, I’ve read this one too many times but…it"s my favorite. Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!” A dreamy look overcame his face as he rambled on.

“Well, if you like it all that much, it’s yours!” She proclaimed, laughing at his dumbstruck look upon his face. “I insist! You’re the only one who really likes it anyway!”

“Well thank you.’ Spencer’s voice was quiet, reaching out to hug her once more.  "Thank you very much!” He left the shop, looking like a boy on Christmas morning.

Spencer held the book in his hands that he had already read so much like he had just received a chest of gold. He could practically recite it from memory, but he still contained as much joy as when he first read it as his eyes hungrily ate up 'Once upon a time’. He was careful to avoid damaging the book or running into anyone as he whisked by the market, digging out coins from his smock pockets and paying each merchant for bread, eggs- which were quite expensive- and some slivers of meat from the butcher.

“There he is….” A young girl watched from afar, sipping from her teacup. She wore an expensive tea gown, hair curled and styled high in the fashion that was popular in Paris, looking through the window of a shoe shoppe. Diane Turner was a young, weathly orphan who never stopped reminding Spencer that she was eligible for marriage. It seems the only reason she was so infatuated with him was because he didn’t make a bumbling fool of himself offering himself to her like the small group of men she had attracted in the village. She had just returned from Paris, another trip to buy more expensive things and had set her eyes back to on as who she referred to as her future husband.

“No one stands a chance against you Ms., especially against any man.” Her friend/servant since birth Maeve Donovan stood by her side, voice gentle, as if merely speaking would anger Diane. Maeve never knew what mood her mistress would be in, but she seemed happy enough with her 'cat ate the canary’ smile

Diane set her teacup and saucer down on the windowsill, standing and promptly walking out of the shoppe, ignoring the owner’s frown as the rich customer didn’t buy anything. Maeve quickly followed suit behind her, amazed how Diane could walk so fast in heels. “I know Maeve, and my eyes are set on that man right there.” She pointed up ahead where Spencer slowly walked, softly humming to himself and he flipped through the book.

“You mean crazy Diana Reid’s son?” Maeve gasped, furrowing her eyebrows. “But he’s-”

“The most beautiful man and town! That makes him the best! And I dare say I do deserve the best don’t i?” Diane interrupted with a sneering tone. Maeve stopped in her tracks, blushing as she apologized.

“It’s just his mother….you really want to marry into that family?” She mumbled, scurrying back after Diane. Diane made a rude noise, clicking her tongue loudly as she moved to face Maeve.

“You’re so simple-minded. His mother is old, she’ll probably die soon. Then it will be just Spencer and I. Imagine it… his latest kill roasting on the fire, and I, his little wife massaging his feet while our six or seven little ones play with the dogs.”

“Spencer? Hunting?” Maeve had to stifle a laugh, questing down as the pair finally reached the aforementioned man. The idea seemed positively ridiculous. “Spencer!” Diane greeted, smiling and giving a polite nod.

“Bonjour…” Spencer quickly finished the last sentence of the page he was reading and looked up, bowing slightly. He wasn’t expecting Diane to pry the book from his hands as she did, flipping through the pages.

“What’s this about hm? Shouldn’t you be out hunting with the other village men? I heard they were all out today.” Spencer had to hold back scoffing at her statement. It wasn’t that he was against hunting, he just preferred staying inside and reading with his mother.

“There’s more to life then chasing an animal.” Spencer nodded politely, taking the book back and trying to end the conversation and walk away but Diane stood in his path. “Yes, there is, I am delighted you’ve noticed. You know, most of the townsfolk think that you might not be looking exactly for a wife due to your…lack of…” She rambled on and his face turned a light pink, eyebrows furrowing. “You should join me for tea one day.” She proposed and he shook his head, declining.

“I can’t, my mother needs my help.” He gestured to the path that led to his house, grimacing when Diane started laughing at him, elbowing Maeve harshly to join in. Spencer bit back a sigh, almost rolling his eyes.

“Your mother? She’s just a peculiar old spinster….I guess that would mean she needs all the help she can get.” Spencer’ saw clenched, making Maeve stop her forced laughter out of fear, Diane being completely ignorant.

“Don’t you dare talk about my mother that way.” He walked around her to head back to his house, ignoring the four heels that pitter-pattered behind him, biting his lip harshly when Diane tried to pass the comment off like Maeve had set it. Spencer practically ran up the path when he finally saw the fence around his house.

“Spencer!” Diane cried exasperatedly, corset and excessive exercise making it hard to breathe. “Listen, we’ve lived in this town our whole lives, yes?” She waited for him to agree before she continued. “Let’s not beat around the bush then. We’re both in our prime, and let’s be honest, you really can’t do better then me… let alone being in this small town or not….” She trailed off, giving him a pointed look.

“What are you…why…is this your way of getting me to propose to you?” He almost laughed but the fear of being Mr. Diane Turner overpowered his hysterics. His pace started getting quicker. “Diane, you’re right about one thing, we’ve lived in this town our whole lives. I’ve known you since we were little, but the one thing that has never changed is your arrogance.” His hands finally reached the wooden gate and he tried to quickly shut it but Diane, with a furious expression tore right through behind him, not caring if she stepped on any flowers.

“All I’m saying is that we could never be happy together, so therefore, after thinking, and realizing I’m too poor to buy you a fancy ring or anything really, maybe, perhaps, we shouldn’t get married at all. Have a good day!” He opened and slammed his front door shut, leaning his back against the heavy oak and sliding down until he almost hit the floor. After he was sure she was gone, he bolted out of his house, muttering to himself.

“Mousier Turner- ha! Can’t you just see it? Her husband! No sir!” He ran off into the wide open lands behind his house, practically collapsing as he stared up into the sky. Didn’t anybody realize that he wanted to leave this village? He wanted adventure so much he dreamt vivid dreams about traveling. Why couldn’t anyone understand?

“I cannot do this anymore Spencer.” His mother sighed, quill in hand, scrolls of various chapters about her novel she had been working on. Every year she would write one but no one ever picked them up. “Too intimidated by your genius” Spencer would tell her.

“Mother you always say that, and every year you finish it.” Spencer waved off his mother’s rambling, trying to find a place to set down a meal for her. It was crunch time, her leaving tomorrow meant he needed to finish editing today.

“I mean it, this time.  I’ll never get this boneheaded story to sound even remotely good at all.” Diana ran her hand through her hair, elbows on the desk in front of her. Spencer shook his head, making his way over to her.

“Yes, you will.  And you’ll finally get that publication.” He continued as she groaned,
wrapping his arms around her shoulders.  "…and become a world famous author! Soon every person in the world will have their very own Diana Reid story.

“You really believe that?’ Her tone became soft, unbelieving.  "I always have.” he reassured her, kissing his mother on the cheek. She seemed satisfied with that so he had started cleaning up, making sure not to step on any pages.

“So, did you have a good time in town today?” She mumbled as she worked, adjusting her spectacles.

“I got a new book.” He shrugged and stayed quiet for a few moments. “……Mama, do you think I’m odd?”

“My son?  Odd?” She tutted, shaking her head.  "Where would you get an idea like that?“

"Oh, I don’t know.  It’s just I’m not sure I’ve ever really fitted in this town. There’s no one I can really talk to.”

“What about that…’ She snapped her fingers for a moment trying to think. "Diane?  She’s a pretty little thing! Rich as well….” Spencer snorted. “She’s pretty all right, pretty rude and conceited and…Oh Mother, she’s not for me!”

“Well, don’t you worry, cause this book should be the start of a new life for us. I think that’s done it.  Now, give it a read.” She thrusted the stack of papers over in his direction. It took him about 20 minutes to get through the whole thing, well, everything he was given while Diana almost paced a hole in the floor. “Well….It’s wonderful. My favorite book so far.”

“It works? It works!” She shrieked, grabbing him in a hug and kissing his face.

“You did it!  You really did it!” He hoped his mother’s words rang true. He so badly wished to get out of here, one nice he knew for certain his mother was safe, maybe then he could try thinking about love.

The next morning Spencer watched with a frown as his mother got ready for her yearly trip to Paris. He was never allowed to go, and although he wondered why, he never fought his mother’s decision. She went every year not only to go and publish her books but to go and learn new things, get new books, and bring back new ideas. Diana had always wanted to be a teacher, but she wasn’t allowed to, as a women, for they were too “fragile”.

“My dear, is there anything you would like?” Diana was bustling around outside, getting all of her bags and books. Spencer pitched in to help, his added strength unfortunately making the job done quicker.

“I only wish for a rose.” He replied, smile growing when Diana turned, slightly puzzled. “You ask for that every year…” She wondered out loud, giving him a look.

“There are no roses that grow in this part of town… I’ve looked everywhere. I can remember when I was younger, they used to be all around us…” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, stopping his bashful activities when his mother leaned over and kissed his forehead.

“Then I will continue to bring you one.” She cupped the side of his face with her hand, saying her goodbyes and heading on her way. Spencer ran behind her, shouting and waving his own goodbyes until Phillippe pulled the carriage too fast for his liking.

It wasn’t until early the next morning, earlier then the crows of the roosters that Spencer heard violent whinny’s outside of the house. He opened the door to find Phillippe, no carriage, his mother not in sight. Without a second thought he climbed on the horses back, flicking the reins.

“Take me to her.”

Obey- Baekhyun Smut

A/N Here’s a requested Daddy Baekhyun Piece for Hump day! Enjoy! -A

Originally posted by xehun

I opened my eyes and sat up, my arms stretched above my head as a large yawn escaped me. I had just woken up from a much-needed nap when I felt my phone buzz. My eyes widened when I saw what it said.

Received message: Baby girl, you better be ready when I get home. I found your ‘Secret Drawer’ yesterday before I left and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. You’re in so much trouble princess. My hand is twitching just thinking about it.

“Fuck” I said aloud, nervous about the text. Baekhyun was usually the kindest, most caring man on the planet, but when you disobeyed him, he was completely different.

I ran to the drawer that I had hoped to keep secret from him, only to find the one sex toy that I did have was now missing.

I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I had purchased it a few months ago while he was away on tour, so I had something to entertain me while he was gone.

Baekhyun must have found it and taken it last night, because now I was in for one of the worst punishments I have ever gotten, I would imagine.

He wasn’t thrilled that I had it, and he’s not going to be thrilled when he finds out how many times I’ve used it while he was gone.

Just thinking about the punishment he could deal out made my ass sore. I was not prepared for what would happen when he got home.

I didn’t bother texting him back because I knew better. No amount of sorry would soften the blow, so it was best that I sat quietly and waited for him to get home.

I got myself around, having a quick lunch and cleaning up around the house before I received another message.

Received: I’m on my way home now princess, be ready, and put on the blue outfit I like.

I quickly did as I was told and changed into his favorite teal and dark blue lingerie set, and I patiently waited for him on the bed.

A few minutes later I hear the door open and his keys hit the counter. I waited patiently as his footsteps became louder the closer he got to the bedroom. I heard him toss his jacket onto the couch before he entered the bedroom, creaking the door open slowly.

He looked amazing. His blue and white striped dress shirt fit him perfectly, his sleeves rolled up at the elbow. He had on navy blue trousers that were all but hiding the less than small problem that was currently in his pants. He always got like this when I disobeyed. It fueled him, it made him someone that I wasn’t always used to.

I was so used to the soft, caring Baekhyun, that when he went into daddy mode, it’s like I was with a totally different person. I almost bit my lip in response to how he looked but I quickly stopped myself, my eyes dropping to look down at the bed I was sitting on.

“Baby girl, look at me.” He said, his voice much softer than I had originally anticipated.

I looked up at him, without saying a word. He looked at me and smirked for a moment before his face changed to a stern expression.

“Do you know why you’re in trouble, Princess?” He asked, pacing in front of me. Of course I knew, and I wasn’t about to lie to him, because my punishment would be far, far worse.

I nodded my head, maintaining eye contact with him.

“So, you know what you’ve been hiding from me. Might I ask how long?”

I stammered out a response as best I could “Uh.. a-a-about two m-months ago? W-when you were o-on tour.” I said, nervous at his reaction.

“You mean to tell me you’ve been fucking yourself for two months now behind my back?” He was calm, but his voice was much louder than before, and more serious.

I didn’t say a word. I dropped my head to look at the bed, somewhat ashamed of what I had done.

“How many times?” He asked sternly, walking over to his suitcase.

Again, I remained silent.

“How many fucking times did you use this on yourself (Y/N)?!” he almost shouted at this point.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips. “Five times. That’s it.” I replied.

“Five times you’ve fucked yourself? Five?? Am I not enough?” he scoffed, pulling something from his suitcase.

“NO that’s not it! You weren’t here and I was lonely.” I tried to explain.

“You were lonely? So, you did the job yourself while I was in hotel rooms not touching myself. Remember the deal? The rules? One of the biggest rules we have was that when we weren’t with each other we wouldn’t touch ourselves. You agreed. So now, you deal with the consequences.”

“Y-Yes daddy” I stammered.

“And you used this? of all things?” He asked, holding up my vibrator. It was long, slightly thick, and did the job for when baek was gone, almost matching him in size, almost.

“Jesus (Y/N), No wonder you used it that much while I was gone. Look at it!” He exclaimed, waving it at me.

“Daddy, I”

“No. I am going to punish you now. No more talking. Get on your hands and knees.” He instructed before sitting on the bed, pulling me across his lap.

“You get two very, very hard spankings for each time you fucked yourself with this thing. Got it?”

I nodded my head in understanding and braced myself.

“No no. Don’t you dare tense up, or it’ll make it much worse for you.”

I relaxed my body and waited for him to start.

“I want you to count out loud each time I spank you. Understood Princess?” He instructed.

“Understood, Daddy”, I said, mentally preparing myself for what was about to come.

I closed my eyes and felt the first sting of his hand as it came down hard on my ass, stinging profusely.

“One” I said loud enough for him to hear.

“Two” I said as I felt the second smack.

I continued to count, but by swat 5 my ass felt as if it were on fire, causing my body to respond in more ways than one. I was in pain, but I was also turned on way more than I cared to admit, and I was beginning to soak through my panties.

“Oh you like that baby?” He said as he continued to spank me. “Keep counting.”


“Ten” I said as he finally finished. He rubbed his hand over my ass to help calm the pain a little. The pressure was a welcome relief from the spanking.

He rolled me onto my back, wasting no time. He moved my panties to the side and inserted a finger into me and pumped a few times before giving me my next instruction.

“Since you seem to like this so much, I’m going to fuck you with it, and then I’m going to show you what a proper fucking really is.” He growled as he removed himself from me. “And you’re not allowed to come until I say. Got it?”

“Yes Daddy. Understood” I whimper, not ready for what was about to happen.

He slowly slid the toy into me and began pumping it in and out as he attached his mouth to my clit. He started slow, lapping and sucking at my clit as he pumped in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace.

He turned the bottom of the vibrator and it turned on sending pulses through my body. My orgasm was quickly approaching but I knew I had to do what I could to stop myself from coming undone.

I bit my lip hard, almost to the point of drawing blood, I let a long moan escape my lips as I tried so hard to control myself.

“Seems like you like that a lot, huh princess?” He said, a wicked smirk plastered across his face as he looked up at me from between my legs.

He reattached his mouth to my clit and turned the toy once more, the pulses increasing in speed. He pumped it in and out faster than before, and he sucked hard on my clit. I was close to bursting and I was trying so hard not to give in to my orgasm.

I closed my eyes tightly and focused on not coming and before I know it, Baekhyun was removing everything from me completely. He turned the toy off and sat it to the side before speaking.

“So far so good Princess, now let daddy show you how he takes care of his princess.”

He quickly removed his clothes and helped me remove mine before hovering over me.

“I can fuck you better than that toy ever could, Princess. Here. Let me show you.” He said as he slid into me.

“Fuck Daddy” I moaned out as he filled me. He pumped in and out of me slowly at first, then increased his pace, fucking me into the mattress. He pulled my hair hard, yanking my head to one side as he quickly bit and sucked my neck, sure to leave a bruise.

“That’s to show everyone who you fucking belong to. You’re mine princess. And I’m going to show you exactly why.”

He continued fucking me hard and fast, my orgasm building yet again. A string of moans left my mouth as he continued at the intense rate.

“Fuck daddy I’m so close.” I whined, “Please let me come.

“Not yet baby girl. Just wait.” He said as his hand snaked around my throat. He placed pressure on my throat, cutting off my airflow as he continued fucking me hard and fast. “Just a few more moments. I’ll tell you when.”

I looked up at him, keeping eye contact as he pumped in and out of me furiously.

“Come for me, Princess. Now.” He said as he released his hold on my throat. I gasped for air and the rush of oxygen pushed me over the edge. My legs shook violently as I came and I clenched around him hard.

“Fuck Princess you feel so good” he moaned out as his own orgasm took over.

He collapsed on top of me and we stayed there for a few moments. He removed himself from me and headed to the bathroom, returning with a warm wet washcloth and a towel to help me clean up.

“You did so good, Princess. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked, handing me the washcloth

“No Daddy, I’m fine.” I replied, taking the wash cloth from him and cleaning myself off.

“Good. Now about that toy” He began

“I’m sorry Daddy, it will never happen again.” I replied, looking at him innocently.

“Good, because if it happens again, the punishment will be far worse.” He replied, warning me.

“Actually Princess, I may keep this locked up, never know when it may come in handy.” He smirked.

@bixgirl1​ appreciation post!

One of my favorite things about your writing is when Harry or Draco thinks or wonders wildly. It indicates a sort of rapid-becoming-unhingedness that is so, so excellent. (And that you capture in general so well.) And I don’t mean this like you overuse it either, it’s judicious and fucking perfect. So in the spirit of loving on you:

“Draco hadn’t known they were allowed to do that, he thought wildly, else he would have had his own hand stuffed down Potter’s trousers the instant their mouths met.” Taste Me


Originally posted by rejected-on-a-cosmic-level

“His given name, said in that rough tone from Potter’s mouth, was almost enough to make that happen, Draco thought wildly.” The Heart’s Honest Truth (I assume you were responsible for this line??!)


Originally posted by etudiant-en-ph2

“Was it cheating if your new boyfriend had a thing for a painting of a dead man? he wondered wildly.” The Slickening (lol)


Originally posted by shawnasgonnagif

I LOVE IT, and apparently I read your stuff so closely that I noticed this, so I figured you should know. 😘😘😘

Science VS. Reality (Part 2)

Originally posted by autumncozy

Pairing: Mad Sweeney X Reader

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: I totally forgot on the first chapter that people don’t like profanity (which probably says a lot about me) but it’s Sweeney ya know, I feel like that warning’s a given 

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5- -Part 6- -Part 7- -Part 8-

You spent all of one night trying to ignore what happened at the cabin before waking up the next morning buzzed with ways of trying to figure it all out. The carriage ride home was annoyingly bumpy to write in your journal but you didn’t want a single thought to fade. Even the girls chattering to themselves, not having realized how wealthy their host had been, was only back ground noise compared to the onslaught of questions and hypothesis in your mind. The first thing to do of course would be to test if the coins you gathered were really pure gold, if you could find a means to discover the source on his uniform, where he was hiding the horde of it. But no matter how hard you tried to explain everything else about him, the offerings, the belief, the good days and bad days so off the spectrum of grey. What experiments could you conduct with any of that?

Magic was just science not explained yet. So if what you were seeing was beyond your comprehension, you’d have to simply start throwing things at the wall and see what sticks. Electricity and magnets were always fun to start with.

Returning to your family’s mansion you immediately locked yourself in your room to work. After a few days you deduced the gold to be just gold. That no light, no current, no solution said the coins were different from any other gold coin in the world. And it was frustrating. Mostly because it forced you to admit maybe the magic was entirely him.

And worse yet, you had to speak with him again.

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anonymous asked:

Dude my favorite moment is the "sorry we're late we were having a quickie" before that German show in 2014

louis was so sweaty before they’d even performed and had to adjust his crotch and harry lost his trousers and admitted to it sometimes i have to question if they’re even real

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Today Sirius and I had a dinner planned. But not any dinner… The Reunion dinner! James and Lily had organized it. It had been so long since we last saw Marlene, Dorcas, Mary and the Longbottoms! We were all overly excited for tonight. Sirius and I started getting ready after lunch. We showered and I helped Sirius pick up whatever clothes he should wear. I picked up my favorite outfit of his. It concisted of this white button-down shirt with clean black trousers, his brown leather belt and his nice evening shoes. He looked so handsome. As for me, I wore my nicest jumper! I putting on my trousers when I notticed Sirius looking at me, using our bedroom’s mirror. He had his usual smirk on his lips.

“You look good.” He said.

“You too.” I smiled.

He didn’t stop staring, which made me blush. He brushed his fingers through his dark hair and put them into a neat man bun. My favorites. He turned around and jumped on the bed beside me, kissing my neck

“Pads! No hickies!”

“But I want to. Maybe if you didn’t look so damn hot I could handdle myself!” He said, kissing my lips.

Anyways, we drove to Lily’s and got welcomed by all of our old friends. Everyone was around the kitchen island, talking about old memories while Lily and James cooked. Marlene still had her bold eyeliner, her straight hair and her red lips while Dorcas had her usual short curls and he bare face. They were so different yet so perfect for echother. Mary was looking through old polaroids i a wooden box. She met a muggle not long ago and they had just officialized things after months of “seeing eachother”. As for the longbottoms, they were still living the perfect life. The way they both looked at eachother, it was obvious that they would always be in love.

“Where were you too?” James said, teasing us.

Sirius smirked and said “we had stuff to do”

Everyone laughed and i blushed.

“Well come on! I have wine and cheese!” James said.

Everyone greeted us! It was nice to see them again. We shared a delicious dinner filled with stories! It was such a good night. We even had a karaoke competition! James and Sirius sang a duet and It was hilarious!

Sirius and I left when it was getting very late. He was getting sleepy, i could tell. When we got home, he undid his bun and undressed, jumping in the sheets.

“Hurry Re.. I want cuddles!” He said, his face in the pillow.

I chuckled and slipped myself under the covers too.

“You’re all cold.. c'mere.” Pads said.

I snuggled closer to him and felt his warm skin on mine.

“Goodnight Remus.” He mumbled, kissing my cheek.

“Goodnight Sirius.”


TTB -- A Little Break

Title: Touch the Butts Hobbit Edition— A Little Break    

 Summary: You were a simple office worker, until a twist of fate sends you tumbling into Middle Earth and into the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.  You don’t know what to expect, you don’t know if you will survive, but you have this feeling that there is a great love story in the making.  But who will be the one you are destined to be with?  Make your choice and Touch the Butts.  

 Warnings: Language.  Fluff.  Implied sexy times.  Talk of sexy times.

 Start From the Beginning

It had been a little over two years since the day you married Dwalin, and every day since had been damn near perfect.  Sure, there were rough days.  You called them “grunt days” when Dwalin would be in a mood and just grunt responses. Yea, those days could get a bit rough, but he always pulled out of it, and made it up to you in very fun ways the next day!

But it had been a while since any of those days came along.  Instead, you were living in happy bliss.  You smiled as you looked up from your baking and spotted the beautiful flowers Dwalin surprised you with this morning.  Every night he had guard duty, when you would have to sleep without him, he would always greet you the next morning with some flowers or trinket of love.  

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Loot - Part 4 - Jim Kirk

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Word count: 2,486
Warnings: language, mentions of abuse/injuries

A/N: another long part filled with nonsense. this part really got away from me tbh, it’ll be totally back on track soon. it just doesn’t feel believable to me to have something intense happen every time (although, arguably, believability is shot to hell when you’re writing about a sci-fi franchise). i wanted this story to be more about the reader and their feelings and jim and his feelings. i hope his feelings toward the reader are obvious without me having to point blank write them– like i hope you can tell through mannerisms. anyway, i’ve had a trying week and apologize if i missed some typos. lemme know if you wanna be tagged! ENJOY AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK

The artifact was becoming a pain— something you could say literally after the ancient hunk of metal scalded the skin of your palm and wrist, and something you could say figuratively after you were forced out of your oven-like temporary quarters more often than not for the past three days.

According to a drunken, loud-mouthed Ensign Chekov, the Enterprise had flown through a nebula that threw off the ship’s electrical balance. It caused the air systems, the warp core, and practically every electronic on the ship to be knocked out of equilibrium and into much more volatile, unpredictable states—  a statement you could confirm due to the onset timing of the artifact’s volatility.

When it came to the air systems, cool air would blast out of the vent when warm air was desired and vice versa. As for the warp core, several engineers found themselves in the medbay clutching burns from the core’s overheating while electronics such as communicators and PADDs shorted out, shut off, and came back to life upon whim.

Hearing that all the malfunctions were due to a nebula was a relief but the initial worry you experienced lingered a little. You wondered if the problems were being exacerbated by the artifact and almost had your suspicions confirmed when rumor had it the ship’s chief engineer, Scotty claimed this particular nebula couldn’t have been the only cause for so many issues.

You found yourself wishing you’d taken Jim up on his offer to explain to you why the artifact was so important. You also found yourself wishing you could pry a window open and throw the damn thing into the dark abyss of space— no amount of tuition was worth the pain it was causing you and the potential pain it could cause the hundreds of people on board.

As you sat atop a biobed in Exam Room 1 of the medbay, you swung your legs in order to appear more nonchalant than your ever-circulating thoughts actually had you feeling. You watched McCoy stand with his back against the edge of the counter, his hazel eyes narrowed as he read the screen of his PADD with his most casual frown.

“You can tell me if I’m dying— I’m strong enough to take it.”

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Call Me Thomas Pt. 5

Originally posted by alexander-hamiltunes

Requested: *side eyes @secretschuylersister *

Pairings: Thomas Jefferson x Soulamte!Reader

Previously: {1} {2} {3} {4}

Summary: Thomas has asked Y/N to accompany him to Monticello.

Warnings: Just so much fluff

Word Count: 1,684

A/N: It almost hurts me a little to say this, but this is going to be the last part of the ‘Call Me Thomas’ series. Thank you for all of the wonderful messages and encouragement for me to finally finish a series that I started. I am glad that you all have enjoyed it as much as I have, and I can’t wait to see what comes next!

If someone had told you a month ago that you were going to end up in a carriage with Thomas Jefferson, stuffed into a ridiculous dress, and then told you that you were going to be content with it, happy even, you would have laughed in their faces.

But here you were, on the way to his family’ estate, and you weren’t even frustrated with the little flowers that Peggy had stuck in your braid that morning. You tried to ignore the fact that your soulmate was taking you to his home. He wasn’t meeting you at your house or a local theater, he was taking you to the place that he loved more than anywhere else in the whole world (besides in the opinion of one Alexander Hamilton, who insisted that he could love nothing more than his beloved France).

The ride was long, and although you insisted that you wouldn’t mind going on horseback, Thomas insisted that the ride in the carriage was a must for anyone visiting Virginia for the first time. The usually lengthy ride was even longer, after Thomas insisted that you stop to take in all of the sites.

You smiled faintly, thinking about the first time that the mountains came into view. He took your hand, standing silently with you as the sun had barely began to show over the mountain’s peaks in the distance. His thumb had been absentmindedly stroking the back of your head, the two of you content to take in his home’s natural splendor in silence. Unfortunately, that had been the last moment of silence that you had experienced, unless Thomas was asleep.

The closer that you go to his estate, the more that he began to fidget and chatter away. You could tell that he was nervous, but the idea of him being nervous only made you feel more unsure about yourself.

You returned your attention to the book that Thomas had given you at the beginning of your journey.

“I know that the journey can be long and tiring, and more so than that, it can get boring if all you have to look at is fields for miles and miles.” He slipped a book into your hands before shooing the footman away and helping you into his carriage.

Regardless of his good intentions, you had barely been able to make it more than halfway into the book. You found yourself getting drawn into the rolling fields that were sprawled out in front of you in all directions. You tore your gaze away from the scenery outside for long enough to notice a small smile play at his lips while he gazed across the carriage.

You had expected him to look away, but he met your eyes with his own, holding your gaze. The staring quickly became a game, neither of you refusing to look away. Even when the carriage came to a stop, and the footman opened the door announcing that you had arrived. The anticipation was killing you. Thomas obviously had a leg up on you, already knowing what his home looked like.

Without a second thought, you brought your hands up to clap right in front of his face, causing him to flinch back and blink rapidly a few times.

“Ha, I won!” You laughed, hopping out of the carriage. But your hilarity was cut short as you took in Thomas Jefferson’s not so humble abode. The house… the house was amazing, everything that you had expected it to be. But the grounds.

You had never seen anything like it. You had grown up in the city, far away from any wide open spaces that weren’t constantly crawling with people. Here, there was empty land as far as the eye could see.

You loved it.

“I promise that you will have all of the time in the world later, but I thought that you might want to change first.”

“Hmm?” As unladylike as it was, you had barely been listening to Thomas, instead choosing to let your eyes search the horizon in search of an end to the seemingly limitless space.

“I want you to always be comfortable here.” Thomas said, allowing you to take his arm as he lead you into his house. “I know that you packed mostly dresses, but I had a selection of pants and blouses be delivered so that you may choose to wear them whenever you would prefer.” You gasped, your eyes widening as he opened the door to a bedroom and motioned to a large chest at the foot of the bed.

You couldn’t help it, your legs carrying you over to the chest, almost without permission. You threw open the lid to find exactly what Thomas had promised. Pants and shirts in a wonderful array of colors. You met his eyes, and when he saw that you had no words, he mercifully gave you a smile and retreated from the room. “I will be just outside when you are ready.”

You knew that he loved you- he had accepted the bond, hadn’t he? But this level of kindness was something that many women never experienced, even after finding a soul mate. You were close to crying, but shook your head and resolved to make it through this day without dissolving into tears.

You donned a pair of trousers and felt significantly better, making your way down the hallway and finding Thomas pacing in front of the house. “Thomas?”

He immediately stopped in his tracks, moving his hands to rest behind his back and offering you a too sincere smile. “I thought that I could show you my favorite spot, since you were so kind to show me yours.”

You were so shocked when Thomas took your hand and led you down a path in silence, that you simply chose to take in your soulmate’s beautiful grounds, and save the questions for later.

He led you to a beautiful little babbling brook, and after taking a moment, seemed to decided that this was the place for… whatever it was that you were doing out here. Thomas had made you walk all of this way, and you still did not know what you were supposed to be doing.

“Y/N- I have been thinking about this for a while. And I want you to know that you are not expected to answer me a certain way. I want you to speak from your heart. But know that if you do not allow me to speak from mine, I might go just a little insane.”

You spent a moment trying to find an appropriate way to respond, and after it occurred to you that you didn’t have one, you simply bit your tongue and nodded. Thomas wasn’t making much sense, but better he ramble than torture you with his silence.

“I want you to first know how much I love you. I haven’t said those words to you, Y/N, and it is not because I do not feel them. I have been trying to find a time that did not make me seem like a love struck fool, and I have been unsuccessful up until this point, because a love struck fool is simply what I am, and what I hope to be for the rest of my life.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. What was he going on about?

“I love you Y/N. I love you with all of my heart, and with every fiber of my being. I have wanted to ask you this since the first night that your damned stomach lit up, but I wanted to do it here. Everything important in my life seems to have happened in Monticello, and asking my soulmate to marry me was not something that I was going to let happen anywhere else.”

You were going to stop breathing. He wanted to marry you.

“I know that we are soulmates, but I have found myself falling for you, in ways that I never could have imagined. I smile when you insult me, I wait for the next time that you make fun of my coat or the fact that I am wildly overdressed. I look forward to the next time that I can see you smile, to make you smile. And I am very much hoping that you will allow me to look forward to making you my wife.”

You were crying. You hadn’t realized it at first, but Thomas’ thumb brushed away a tear, and suddenly, you were aware of every emotion coursing through your body all at one. Thomas reached into his pocket, cupping his hand around the most important question of his lie.

“So, Y/N, will you allow me to take on the challenge of making you happy for every single day for the rest of your life?” he opened his palm to reveal a simple band with a few diamonds clustered together. It was not what you had expected from Thomas, perhaps the gaudiest person that you knew. It was simple and elegant. In a word, it was perfect.

You were a mess of tears and emotions, but every single one of them making it’s way through your body was screaming one word at you. “Yes.” You had wanted to scream it, but you could barely manage more than a whisper. You had failed to make it through the day without tears, but you weren’t going to let it leave before you got a husband.

“Yes?” he asked, taking both of your hands in his free one.

“Yes,” you said, this time your voice sounded more resolute, more sure of itself. Of course I will marry you, you sappy dolt!” you laughed, almost disbelieving that you had to spell it out for him.

And as Thomas Jefferson slid a ring onto your finger, you couldn’t help but think about how much you had denied that this was possible- happiness with a man that you had despised before you had ever met him. But, as his lips found their way to yours, you were thanking God that it was.

Birthday request || October 24th with Jihoon

You were woken up by your ringtone quite early morning. You groaned and looked at your bedside table’s alarm clock. It was six in the morning, the first rays of sunshine found their way through your blinders and dimly lit up the room. You turned on your side and picked up your phone. The screen blinded you as your eyes were not yet adapted to the light. You squinted your eyes to read the caller id and your heartbeat got faster as you saw your boyfriend’s name on display.

“Hello?” You replied with your voice still hoarse and tired due to the early wake up call.

“Oh, did I wake you up? I didn’t mean to I’m sorry.” Your boyfriend apologized and you could hear the bustling crowd in the background.

“No it is alright. What is up? Where are you?” You asked turning around in bed and lifting up the hem of your shirt to your nose. You breathed in the familiar scent of Jihoon which filled your heart with warmth. He left his shirt for you before leaving for tour so you will never feel alone. You missed him a lot but he kept messaging you in free seconds of his busy schedules from the other part of the world and he called you every now and then but it was nothing compared with him being by your side, holding your hand, kissing your knuckles and playing with your hair.

“I’m at the airport waiting for our flight. I can’t wait to see you again! I decided to call you so at least I can hear your voice but I forgot about time zones.” He said and you could hear someone awing in the background and then a thud followed by a loud ‘ouch’. “Mingyu is driving me crazy.” He sighed and you chuckled a little.

“When will you get home?” You questioned while imagining Mingyu’s pouty face as he is rubbing his arm where Jihoon hit him. Jihoon was one of the most romantic people you have ever known but whenever the guys mentioned it he tried to act thug. However, when it was the two of you he didn’t try to hide it rather he acted like it was the most natural thing in the world. Sometimes he did get a little shy when you complimented him but you found it the most adorable thing about him. He usually smiled with his eyes and looked down avoiding your gaze before taking a deep breath and coming up with a fresh new topic.

“Late afternoon, so don’t make any plans.” He said and you could hear the hint of happiness in his voice. You smiled to yourself. You have been counting down the days ever since he left and it is unbelievable that he is already coming home.

“I can’t wait.” You yawned and rubbed your eyes.

“I will let you sleep.” Jihoon chuckled. “See you soon, I love you.” He whispered so the guys don’t hear it but from the muffled laughter you guessed they heard him pretty loud and clear.

“I love you too, oh and Jihoon?” You stopped him before hanging up. “Don’t kill them, okay? I don’t want to get you out of jail.” You joked and he laughed on the other end.

“I can’t promise anything.” He joked too and you could only imagine how scared the others might have looked. “Sleep well.” He said and with your final goodbyes you hung up.

You fell asleep with a wide smile on your face but the excitement soon woke you up. Not being able to fall asleep again you got out of bed and decided to surprise Jihoon with something. You walked into the kitchen to cook dinner for the two of you. You tiptoed around to reach the shelves and you wished Jihoon would be there to help you out. Not because he was that tall, but he was still taller than you and he often lifted you up if you two needed something from the shelf. Now that he wasn’t there you needed to climb on the counter to reach the top shelf and that quite took a long time.

As you were busy cooking and trying not to burn down your own house you didn’t even sense the passing of the time and the weather’s change with that. As it was the middle of autumn the weather changed in a blink and today was no different. When you started cooking the sun was still shining and there was a soft warm breeze, but when you finally finished preparing a three course dinner and looked up the sun almost disappeared from the sky. Huge grey clouds were gathering and the soft breeze grew into a strong wind making the trees sway and the leaves fall faster.

You washed the plates and set the table quietly humming Laughter by Seventeen. As you were swaying slowly you heard the first drop of rain fall on your windowsill. You looked out the window and you saw the sun behind the clouds trying to break through. The wind slowed down and from what felt like will turn into a thunder storm might only be just a light shower. You leaned on the windowsill and your breath formed a cloud on the glass. You happily scribbled mountains, birds, hearts and whatever popped into your head on the glass.

You were wearing comfortable clothes, a pair of trousers, fluffy socks and Jihoon’s sweater that he also left there for you to wear and it was one of your favorite pieces to wear. You wore it every day ever since he left and you had no intention of giving it back. Whenever the two of you were facetiming Jihoon got so red when he saw you wearing his sweater. You were even thinking of wearing it outside but you always forced yourself to dress up properly. As you were deep in your thoughts listening to the calming sound of raindrops a loud ring pushed you out of your wandering. Your heart started to beat faster and your smile widened as you ran down the stairs towards the front door.

You quickly tore open the door but you almost tumbled backwards and fell on your butt because to your surprise what was waiting for you at the door wasn’t Jihoon. Instead there was a huge teddy bear. It was definitely taller than you and it covered the whole entrance. You touched its paw catiously.

“Hello???” You asked after a few seconds trying to peek over the shoulder of the teddy bear.

“Hi Y/N.” Jihoon said from somewhere behind the teddy bear. You stepped away from the door and let him inside. You closed the door behind him and he securely placed the teddy bear down on the floor.

“What is this?” You asked with a breathy laugh as you pointed at the bear.

“Happy birthday baby!” He said quickly planting a kiss on your lips. Your jaw dropped.

“Oh my god… I think I have forgotten that I have my birthday today.” You said lifting your hand over your mouth to shield your surprised expression.

“How could you forget your own birthday?” Jihoon asked a bit taken aback by your confession.

“I think I was so focused on counting the days for your return that I forgot that other dates exist.” You confessed planting your head in the palm of your hands.

“You are… so cute.” Jihoon said and when you looked up he had that same shy smile on his face with his smiling eyes and gaze focused on the floor. You really missed him a lot. “Did you cook something?” He asked smelling the air.

“Yeah I prepared dinner for us.” You said and he took your hand as you walked him up the stairs towards the dining room.

“Really? I told you not to plan anything! Today is your day I should have been preparing all of this.” He scolded you shaking his head.

“Well we can still do something you planned after we eat.” You reassured him and he nodded.

You sat down at the dining table to catch up and chat but most importantly to eat. He shared his experience from the tour, not that you haven’t heard most of it as you two literally talked about every tiny thing every day but it was still nice to hear him talk about it. Whenever he spoke about the tour he was genuinely expressing his emotions and his eyes sparkled that you completely adored about him. He was the same when he found the right beat or melody for a new song.

“So what I thought that maybe we can go to the park where we had our first date?” He asked with a smile but then you heard the thunder from outside. It seems like the weather changed again and now it was raining heavily. You both looked out the window before he sighed and looked back at you. “Or maybe we can stay inside, cuddle and watch movies.”

“I would love that.” You said with a sweet smile. Jihoon helped you and did the washing up while you cleaned the table and prepared the movie. You were looking through your movie shelf when you felt two arms snaking around your waist. Then Jihoon put his head on your shoulder and kissed your cheek. Usually he wasn’t this touchy but whenever he came back from tour he always showered you in kisses and suffocated you with hugs and you never mind that.

“You look great in my sweater.” He said and you smiled at the compliment. “But I will need it back.” He laughed and you shook your head.

“I will keep it forever and there is nothing you can do to stop me.” You replied sticking your tongue out.

“That’s mean… autumn is here and you want your own boyfriend to suffer with no jumper to wear.” He sighed.

“As if you don’t have any more jumpers.” You rolled your eyes and turned around in his arms so that you could face him. “If that is the issue I will buy one for you.”

“It’s alright. I will get over losing my favorite sweater… somehow.” He said dramatically, but clearly joking making both of you laugh. “Besides, it does look better on you.”

“I know.” You replied and he shook his head before kissing you again.

“I really missed you a lot.” He said and kissed your forehead. You snuggled closer to his chest and he started to slow dance you with one side to another while softly humming something that you haven’t heard before. You smiled into his chest knowing that he is probably spoiling their new song to you without even realizing, but there it didn’t matter. What mattered is that he was there with you, and honestly, he was the best present you could have ever asked for.

Everyone Needs to Know

Drabble request from @fandom-over-blood for

25. “Stop, there’s people around!”

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Robb Stark X Reader
 Seriously I’m loving all the drabble requests, also love me some possessive Robb *fans self* With Love, Kat

Words: 787

It was no secret that you and Robb Stark were a couple. Seven Hells, everyone in Winterfell already knew and you had only been courting for a few days. That was because Robb liked to talk about you to everyone he came in contact with and brag about how you were his. While you loved Robb and how loving he was, his possessiveness could sometimes get in the way of you doing your normal, day-to-day things in life. He lived up to the Stark name, being tall, strikingly handsome, and he definitely had the traits of a wolf. The second he claimed you as his, he would watch over you during certain parts of the day. It wasn’t a strange, hovering feeling though, it actually made you feel protected and safe constantly. It made you feel like if you ever needed him, he’d be there in an instant, ready to do whatever you needed of him. Which according to Robb included scaring off anyone and everyone that even looked at you in a way he didn’t approve of. Sometimes it gave you quite the laugh.

Your favorite story to tell actually happened the day after Robb asked you to be his, which you graciously accepted. His friend Theon Greyjoy decided he was going to toy with Robb, knowing how he felt about you, but what he didn’t know was that Robb had made you his the day previous. So while you were in the courtyard talking to Arya about how uncomfortable dresses were and how you two would rather wear trousers all the time, Theon interrupted your conversation politely. Arya then excused herself because she was running late for her “dancing lesson”, which was obviously sword fighting. She’d come back covered in bruises and cuts. Arya was klutzy, but there’s no way she could hurt herself that badly while dancing.
“Hey Y/N,” Theon said, trying to hide his smirk and failing.
“Hi Theon, how are you?” you asked, wondering what he was up to.
Then, as he glanced over your shoulder to make sure Robb was looking, he stepped close to you, your face inches from his. He brushed the hair back from your face and tucked it behind your ear, put his lips to your ear and whispered,
“I’m just delightful, darling. And you look ravishing today.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at Theon’s words and you felt a blush rising in your cheeks. You were wondering why he was in such a flirtatious mood today, but brushed it off to Theon being Theon. The boy was a flirt, chasing every girl that stepped in front of him and even though he knew how you and Robb felt for one another, you were no exception.

Robb couldn’t take it anymore. You were his, what the hell did Theon think he was doing? He threw his sparring sword to the ground, leaving Jon swinging at nothing with a confused look on his face. Robb came stomping heavily across the courtyard, grabbed you by the elbow, spinning you around and trapping you between his body and the wall of the castle. He decided he was going to make sure everybody in Westeros knew you were his, starting with the entire courtyard, which was bustling with people. With a hand on each side of your head, successfully caging you against the wall, Robb kissed you hungrily, possessively. His hands moved to your face as he deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, requesting entrance into your mouth. You denied and pulled back, giving Robb a stern look.
Stop, there’s people around!” you said, smacking him on the arm.
“I don’t care. You’re mine. Everyone needs to know,” and with that Robb was at your mouth again, his lips moving against yours quickly. As he pulled back from your mouth, allowing you to breathe, he placed one hand on the wall next to your waist and the other went right to your waist, grabbing you firmly. You could see Theon’s face over Robb’s shoulder, his jaw hung open in shock and you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. His lips travelled up your jawbone to your ear and then down your neck, sucking and biting hard, leaving dark marks as he went.
“Mine” he growled into your neck as your head leaned back to grant him better access to your skin.
You placed your hands on each side of Robb’s face, pulling him up to meet your eyes.
“Yours” you said as you placed a kiss on his forehead, “Always.”
“Always,” Robb repeated, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

He was a handful. A possessive, needy, cuddly, loving handful, and you loved it that way.

A Super Help (Fem!Reader)

@jackie-sugarskull This prompt moved me so much. I don’t think my heart can take this any longer. The Captain interacting with children is my absolute favorite thing ever.

Hope you enjoy!


There! That should be the last of them!”

The Captain clapped his hands together, brushing off the dirt. Your ten year old daughter and her little brother watched in awe as the superhero helped load the last cage onto the animal control van

“Who knew gophers could grow that BIG!!!” Your daughter threw her arms up in wild emphasis, while your five year old son began to play pretend, growling as if he too were a rabid gopher.

“Thank you so much, Captain! You really saved the day!” You eagerly threw your arms around the trouser-less wonder.

Haha! It was no trouble at all, Ms. Y/n!!!” The Captain beamed, tightly wrapping his arms around you in return. “Trapping them was easy once we found out they were magnetic mutant gophers! Just open the hatch to the metal cage and they zip right in!”

The gophers snarled and rattled in the van, stuck to the sides of their metal cages. The Captain released you, and your two children came running to cling to your legs.

The Animal Control workers slammed the van shut, and soon they were driving off, taking the reactive rodents far, far away from you and your children.

Captain Underpants let out a proud exhale, placing his fists on his hips.

“Well, it was a pleasure seeing you all again.” He said tenderly, playfully tousling your son’s hair.

“Huh? No, don’t go yet!” He reached up to grasp at the Captain’s cape.

“Yeah!” Your daughter piped. “Can’t you stay just a little longer, Captain Underpants?”

He could swear his heart was ready to shatter to pieces. He bent down to their height and placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

“I really wish I could but I’ve done my duty, young ones. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” He brought your children in for a warm embrace.

You couldn’t bear to see your son and daughter in such disarray. It isn’t every day their favorite superhero comes for a visit. Actually this was only the third time they had ever seen him in person. Apparently he had saved their school on more than one occasion.

One of those occasions being in the middle of your class when the school was being overtook by an invasion of stink-spewing skunk cabbage creatures thanks to the work of a new garden-themed villain.Three of the creatures had you entangled in their vines, forcing you to inhale their toxic fumes.

That is, until Captain Underpants swooped in, tearing you from their creeping foliage and whisking you, along with the rest of the school to safety.

The other time was when a dastardly fiend attempted to swarm the school with hundreds of tiny android insects, which you had to admit was pretty cool at first. They were actually pretty cute, and the kids loved playing with them, especially your two.

But when you saw that vile man attempt to attack your son when he accidentally crushed one under his sneaker, that’s when you drew the line. Your daughter tried to step between, arms outstretched to defend her little brother, but to you horror she had taken a swift kick to the side, knocking her clean to the floor.

But before you could react, that brief-clad hero quickly intervened, scooping up your daughter and son in one arm, then delivering the evildoer a swift uppercut to the jaw.

You gazed in awe at the strange bald hero as he clobbered the villain to the ground, then gently lowered your children into your arms.

“Take care of them. I’ll have an ambulance on the way for your daughter, Miss Y/n.” He said to you before returning to finish off the creepy-crawly creep.

You held your children close. “Th-Thank you, Captain… Wait! How did you know my-….”

But it was too late. He and the villain were gone, and the mechanical bugs were all scurrying out of the building. And in an almost second, an ambulance siren wailed around the corner of the elementary school for your daughter and whomever else was in need of assistance.

So you did technically owe him three times for his valiant efforts.

You tapped at your chin.

“You know, I was planning on baking a pie tonight.” You grinned amusingly.

It was almost as if you had revealed the Holy Grail.

PIE?!” Your children exclaimed with stars in their eyes.

You nodded contently. “Mm-hm. It would be a shame if you couldn’t join us for a slice.” You flashed a playful wink at the Captain.

“Oh…? Well, I do believe it would be rather rude of me not to partake, now wouldn’t it?”

The Captain passed the wink to the kids who in turn, clung to the hero in delight.

You couldn’t help but laugh as the waistband wonder soared into the sky, twirling your two children in his arms.

“Alright, you three!!!” You shouted up to the sky. “Come on inside and I’ll start making the crust!”

“I wanna put the filling in!!!” Your daughter exclaimed.

“I just wanna lick the spoon after!” Your son giggled.

“Alrighty then! To… YOUR KITCHEN!!!

And with that being said, the Captain swooped down with your children, racing into the house while you happily sauntered behind.


“Mmf-… Thiff if a luffly place you haff here, Miff Y/n!” The Captain attempted to speak through a mouthful of your favorite pie.

“Thank you, Captain. It’s an old place, but I think we spruced it up rather nicely, the three of us.” You replied, sitting down on your sofa next to him with your own plate.

“Captain Underpants, look!!! I like superheros too!!!” You smiled as your son came running into the living room with an armful of crayon drawings, haphazardly spreading them on the floor in a personal gallery for the Captain to view.

The Captain’s eyes lit up. He swallowed and leaned forward to get a closer look.

“Wow, son! Those are amazing! Is this you?” He picked up a drawing of a boy in a bright green cape flying and saving a cat from a burning building.

Your son pumped his arms excitedly. “Yeah!!! When I grow up, I wanna be a superhero just like you, Captain!!!”

Meanwhile your daughter sat in the back corner in the recliner, scribbling away in her writing notebook.

“I’m sorry bro, but you’re gonna need superpowers for that to happen.” She scoffed.

“Superpowers?! HA!!!“ The Captain set down his plate on the coffee table. “They do help quite a bit, but you don’t need superpowers to be a hero! Why when I first became Captain Underpants, I didn’t even have powers!”

REALLY?!” Your son put his hands on the Captain’s knee, his mouth open in shock.

“Mm-hm! But I knew deep down in my heart I wanted to do something good for the world.” He reached under your son’s arms and plopped him down on his knee. “If you really want to be a superhero, you need to ask yourself one thing and one thing only: …. Do you want to do something good for the world?”

YEAH!!!” Proclaimed your son, pumping his fists in the air once more.

“Then, my boy, you CAN be a hero!!!!” The Captain lifted your little boy in his arms, holding him high above his head.

It was a beautiful sight, seeing your son so overjoyed. You knew he was going to remember this moment for a lifetime. Even your daughter was enthralled in the excitement. It almost felt like the moment could last forever.

“Well, I am sorry to say this, but I think I need to be heading home.” The Captain glanced out the window, noticing the sun was just about to set for the day.

“Aw, really?!?!” Your children moaned as he lowered your son back to the floor.

“It is getting rather late. You two need to be getting ready for bed!” You felt like a sword was being driven through your chest watching the happiness drain from your children’s faces, but you knew it had to happen eventually.

“Can you come back tomorrow, Captain?” Your son asked, tugging slightly at his cape. You reached down and scooped him up in your arms.

“Honey, Captain Underpants has to keep an eye out and protect the city. That’s his job! He’s got to make sure no weird robot gophers come back to take over Piqua!” You bounced him in your arms, making him giggle. You turned back to the Captain.

“But please, don’t be a stranger, will you?” You smiled graciously.

“Only if there’s more of that delicious pie!” He winked, then turned to your daughter who was back in her chair, still writing away.

“You’ve been rather quiet back there, Little Lady. What are you working on?” He asked.

Your daughter quickly folded her notebook shut and pointed to the cover.

“I’ve been writing about all the times you saved us! I never want to forget them!!!” She beamed proudly.

The Captain chuckled and ruffled her hair. “Be sure to keep those safe and sound. And who knows? Maybe someday you’ll become Piqua’s next ace reporter!”

A wide, toothy smile spread across your daughter’s face. And with a leap off her chair and a tight hug goodbye to the Captain, she bolted up the stairs to her bedroom.

“Thank you, Captain Underpants!!! I won’t let you down!!!” She yelled as she darted into her room.

You and the Captain shared a laugh as you lead him towards the door.

“Will you be safe heading home, Captain? Er-… I mean I know you’re a superhero, but it is getting dark and I-…. Ugh, I’m a mother, what do you expect?” You shook your head, wanting to kicking yourself.

“Not a problem, Miss Y/n! I appreciate the concern!” The Captain wrapped his arms around you and your son one last time. “Thank you for such a wonderful time!”

You nodded. “Yes, please do come again! I’m sure the kids would love seeing their favorite superhero again someday.” You gave a small kiss to the side of your son’s head.

The Captain saluted and clicked his heels. “You have my word!!! And now I must bid thee, farewell and goodnight!!!”

And with a bend of his knees, the Captain soared high in air. A triumphant “Tra-la-laa!!!” echoed through the evening sky as he zoomed off into the night.

Your son let out a long, heavy yawn, which contagiously made you yawn in return.

“Let’s get you up to bed, then, shall we?” You cooed, taking him back inside.

The sleepy boy rubbed his eyes. “Mommy, do you really think I can be a superhero like Captain Underpants?”

You smiled, bringing him close in your arms.

“Yes. Yes, I do, sweetheart.”

A Class Act: Epilogue

A high school teacher AU. 

Chapter Summary: Two years later…

Now complete, full chapter list here. 

Also on AO3. 

Acknowledgements at the end. 

Seven o’clock was still a ways off, but the blue light outside was already turning gold as Cullen drank his coffee and read the news on his tablet. He hadn’t slept well the night before, but that was to be expected ahead of the first day of school. It didn’t matter that this was his seventh first day of school as a teacher, he was always just as excited, just as nervous as if it was his first.

Argos, their overgrown puppy of a mabari, was sulking. He seemed to have figured out that summer had ended and that meant that Cullen and Mara wouldn’t be home during the days. Argos’s head was currently in Cullen’s lap, and Cullen was rubbing his head. They’d gotten Argos the previous summer, so it certainly wasn’t the first school year he’d been through, but the mabari was doing a good job of making Cullen feel guilty about it.

“Maybe if you didn’t jump on Leliana every time we see her, she’d let us bring you to school,” Cullen said, glancing down at the mabari. Argos responded with a pitiful whine.

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A Little Better

Category: Birthday
Rated M

“You want to, after I’ve been a bastard to you today?”

Hermione nodded again. “I do. I would have been mad at you for months when I was sixteen but now at 21, I know a little better. See, the thing is I need you. We get mad at one another and then furiously make up.”

Ron pulled her back close, feeling her breath on his face and warmth on his lap. “What if I don’t want furious today?” he leaned in closer and kissed up and down her neck. He felt hands threading through his hair and pulling a touch harder than usual. He bit the crevice between her neck and shoulder and heard her moan. “Guess you want furious shagging today. Well, the birthday boy aims to please.”

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What Could Have Been

Pairing: John/Paul

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,143

Set In: Modern AU, 1966 boys

Prompt: “Take my hand.” “Why?” “I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my bloody hand!”

Summary: The One Where They Get Engaged Ft. An Exceedingly™ Anxious John

John Lennon was terribly anxious. Paul could sense it from a mile away, although it was sometimes difficult to tell, as he was excellent at hiding his feelings. It was in the way he carried himself, how his voice faltered whenever he asked Paul out that night, how unusually timid he was acting as he picked him up outside his apartment. He seemed jumpy even as they walked down the street to their destination, the small retro diner that had become one of their favorite haunts while living in New York City. The way that he was acting made Paul incredibly curious as he observed him as best as he could, noting how his hands were crammed deep into his trouser pockets, and how his fingers moved around beneath the fabric, making it increasingly obvious that John was fiddling with something. Nevertheless, they continued on down the sidewalk, Paul’s unhurried stride making him fall slightly behind John’s quick one.

They took their seats across from each other in the small booth in the corner of the restaurant. The general atmosphere of the diner was cute, with the little chrome accents all around and the shimmering royal purple seats. A large mural was painted on the back wall, including several vintage cars and motorcycles, next to an old jukebox that the owners bad added not too long ago. It played on its own mostly, changing songs as it pleased, and Paul could head it blurting out one of John’s favorite songs from the fifties: Be-Bop-A-Lula by Gene Vincent. Usually, if a song he liked came on, John would be singing the world along with the track, doing some oddly sexy dance to the music to get Paul’s attention. This time, however, was vastly different, as John was dead silent, looking out the window with nervous eyes. At this point, Paul also grew impatient, thinking in fear that something might be terribly wrong. Before he could speak up, the perky waitress skidded over to their table on her roller skates and asked what they wanted to drink. “I’ll have a banana milkshake please,” Paul answered politely, still eyeing John suspiciously out of the corner of his eye, who was seemingly in a daze, as he didn’t notice at first that both Paul and that poor waitress were still staring.

“John?” Paul spoke up, bringing him out of his racing thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I’ll have a banana milkshake as well,” John spoke quickly, his voice shaking at his unknown nerves. Paul snuck a peek at his phone for the time as the waitress rolled away, before turning his concerned gaze back to the man across the table. He examined his face, John’s thick eyebrows furrowed together in thought, how he’d pulled both his lips into his mouth to chew at them. Paul’d had about enough of his boyfriend’s odd behavior, and was determined to find out what was going on, even if the truth ended up hurting him in the long run. “Alright, darlin’?” Paul questioned, trying to coax something out of the man’s mouth. He’d caught his wandering eye for a moment before he looked back down at his menu. “Yeah,” he replied shortly, glancing back over at Paul again and realizing that he wasn’t going to settle for one silly half-hearted ‘yeah.’ “I’m j-just not feelin’ well, is all,” John continued slowly, stuttering pathetically even thought he was trying so hard to convince Paul.

Just as expected, Paul was seemingly far from being convinced as he raised an eyebrow in his direction. The waitress returned with their milkshakes and took their orders, John ordering a simple hamburger and Paul ordering his usual: the diner’s famous roast beef dinner. The waitress went away again, leaving John and Paul in the strange silence that had surrounded their table. They sipped their banana milkshakes, John watching intently outside as the cars passed by the restaurant. Paul could feel the table shaking from John’s leg bobbing up and down underneath, brushing a foot along the side of his trousers to make him stop. Paul eyed him, and John could feel another interrogation on the way.

“Are you sure that you’re alright, John?” the man pushed with pleading eyes, taking John’s hand and smoothing his thumb over his knuckles, concerned. “I told you, I’m just not feelin’ one hundred percent,” John chuckled lightly, trying to ease some of the tension that had grown substantially thicker. Paul sighed and continued to sip on his drink, still keeping his attention focused on the man across from him, who was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “I’m gonna use the toilet,” John blurted out suddenly, pulling his now clammy palm away from Paul’s and stood up shakily before strutting off to the restroom.

Paul was extremely overwhelmed by all of the negative thoughts running through his head. ‘Oh God, what if he doesn’t feel the same anymore?’ Paul worried silently, the ball in his throat growing larger by the second. 'What if he wants to be just friends?’ Paul thought back to the long period of time where they were 'just friends,’ how excruciating it was to not be able to kiss him and hold him as he wanted. Even the mere thought of it was terrifying, not getting to see the one person he truly loved the most on a daily basis. The other side of him was saying that maybe he really didn’t feel well after all, that he’d been telling the truth all along. The flu had been going around for a little over a month now, and he couldn’t remember the last time John had a flu shot, so he’s probably just come down with a nasty case of it. Still, something was telling him that John was just off, and he was going to get it out of him sooner or later.

Meanwhile, John found himself in the bathroom, two hands gripping the bowl of the sink and hunched over, trying to catch his breath. God–he’d never felt this painfully anxious in his life. He was having a major problem keeping himself composed in front of Paul, who was genuinely concerned that something was wrong. And nothing was terribly wrong or anything, other than the fact that he felt as if his insides were slowly turning to mush and about to spew out of his mouth. It was that little piece of jewelry in his pocket that was causing all this trouble, the small, golden ring that felt like a million pounds holding him down like a weight. John dug the thing out of his pocket and examined it in terror, careful not to drop it down the drain. He ran his fingers along the smooth, cool metal, wondering how Paul would react when he got down on one knee before him, peering up into those brilliant, warm eyes as they clouded over with fresh, bubbling tears. That was the way he had hoped that it would go, but it seemed like Paul was getting slightly pissed off with his behavior. John didn’t blame him one bit, knowing that if the roles had been switched, he would’ve came right out to Paul and said “What the fuck is your problem, mate?” The sweat that had broken out on his brow had grown more persistent, and he shoved the shimmering ring back into his pocket before splashing the crisp water in his face. Looking himself in the eye through the mirror he took a deep breath. “Get a fuckin’ grip, mate,” he told himself sternly. “You’re gonna propose to James Paul fucking McCartney. He’s gonna accept without a second thought, and you’re gonna get fucking married in the tiny chapel down the street, and it’s gonna a be goddamn beautiful.” A sense of determination surged through his veins, knowing that he didn’t just have to do this, but that he wanted to do this. Walking out of that restroom took all of the courage that he could muster, but he was glad that he finally did, as he probably would have never came out.

As soon as he saw John walking back to their table, Paul felt the most enormous sense of relief that he hadn’t climbed out a fucking window and ran off. Now that he thought about it, he wouldn’t have been surprised if John had done that, given his current mangled state. By that time, their food had arrived, and Paul had already started to nibble at his gravy-covered roast beef. “You were in there for almost ten minutes,” Paul half grumbled, obviously annoyed by John’s strange antics. Paul sighed, thinking 'Do I get down to business before or after we eat?’ He ended up waiting until after they finished their meals as they sucked down their second round of banana milkshakes. John seemed much calmer now and even grinned at Paul a few times, his thin lips still wrapped around the thick straw. Paul had even considered not bothering to say anything at this point, but as they left the diner, he could still see that John was fidgeting nervously with whatever he had tucked away in his pocket.

They roamed the city streets aimlessly, not caring much where they went as long as they were together. John’s hand was now tangled with Paul’s, something that the you get man hadn’t expected from him tonight given his odd attitude. Their legs carried them to Central Park, strolling leisurely among the row of marvelously lit trees in the dim sunset. A young woman plucked gently at her guitar on a wooden bench off to the side in the grass, playing a song they’d both come to love by one of Paul’s favorite artists, Ed Sheeran. The soft music in the background made the scene seem surreal and Paul almost instinctively leaned further into John’s drifting figure, who placed a lingering kiss to his temple as they continued on leisurely. An older man passing by in the opposite direction raised his white eyebrows, surprised at his gesture, but continued on silently when John threw him a sort of venomous death glare.

The romantic atmosphere had the gears in John’s mind working rapidly, trying to think of what he was going to say to Paul when he dropped down on one knee. A few days prior, he’d written out a whole speech and told himself that that he would memorize it for Paul at some point. Given his now panicking state, he regretted not at least looking over the note he’d written on his phone more than once. What he’d come up with was half decent and would probably still have Paul all teary-eyed by the end of it, but it definitely wasn’t his best work. Besides, everyone always says that some of their greatest achievements have been improvised, and bullshitting was thankfully second nature to John.

“Macca?” John spoke up, his voice cracking terribly. His tone yet again worried Paul to pieces. He felt like running off and hiding somewhere in the park, where John’s seemingly horrible news couldn’t reach him, somewhere where he could just curl into a ball and wallow in his own self-pity. Nevertheless, he replied with a quick “Yeah?” wanting to make this virtually as painless as possible. 'Here we go,’ he thought to himself as he felt Paul tense up beside him. John took a deep breath like he had before in the restroom and exhaled, trying to will away all of the shaking and numbness that was now involuntarily creeping its way up his body. “We’ve been together for so long now,” he started, cringing internally as he realized that it wasn’t the best way to start off this sort of thing. Paul could hear his intense heartbeat thrumming in his ears, unrelenting. 'This is it. This is where he’s gonna break up with me,’ Paul couldn’t help but think, trying his very hardest to hold himself together and not burst into tears in front of John.

The older man stopped walking and stood to face Paul in the center of the sidewalk. They were still surrounded by those stunning trees lit by the scattered fairy lights. John silently cursed himself for having not booked a photographer to capture this moment from behind a bush or something. He continued, meeting Paul’s searching eyes and taking both his hands in his. “You remember how that lad on the Tony’s last year said that love is love is love…and so forth.” John rambled nervously, genuinely not believing that he was actually coming up with this on the spot. “You mean Lin-Manuel Miranda?” Paul questioned, confused with where he was going with this little speech, and quite frankly, John felt the exact same. “Yeah I guess,” he replied quickly, trying to make his point. “Well, u-uh, I’m so incredibly thankful that I uh, that you’re the one that I have the chance to give all of my love to,” he babbled cautiously, thinking thoroughly about his words before they flew out of his mouth for once in his life. John inched closer to Paul and searched his eyes for reassurance that what he was saying was actually comprehensible. Judging by the rosy blush hearing it’s way up the man’s round cheeks, John figured that he was doing just fine. Paul averted his gaze downward momentarily, not wanting John to see the fierce pink tiny in his cheeks. He couldn’t keep himself from beaming as the man in front of him went on.

“God Paul, you are without a doubt the most extraordinary being in the face of this planet,” John gushed, tugging a slight giggle from the younger man’s perky lips. The ring in his pocket somehow felt much lighter than it ever had before, and it urged John on even further. Before continuing, he released Paul’s hands and brought his own up to cup his chilled, round cheeks, tilting Paul’s head so that he could leave a single kiss on the center of his forehead where the dark hair was chopped off in a straight line across. “You are my rock, my best mate, my lover, and my lifelong soulmate. I wouldn’t rather anyone else at my side picking on me all day other than you, you git.” Both men chuckled this time. 'It’s now or never, John,’ he repeated over and over again in his head. Taking another calming breath, he continued. “Take my hand,” he commanded softly, catching Paul’s flattered, yet still confused gaze. “Why?” he asked as his thin, arched eyebrows creased together, which John found ridiculously adorable, as the younger was still grinning from ear to ear throughout all of this. “I’m trying to ask you to marry me so take my bloody hand!” John blurted out, giggling when he heard the soft, shocked gasp float from Paul’s parted lips.

Sinking down to one knee, just as he had pictured in his mind, he took Paul’s trembling palm while the fingers on his other hand pulled the simple, shining gold band from his pocket, holding it up towards Paul’s thrilled, tearing eyes. “James Paul McCartney,” he started out, beaming up at the incredibly lovely man above him. “It would be a real fuckin’ honor if you gave me the pleasure of being your husband.” John barely choked out the last line, as he was teetering on the verge of completely losing it. Thankfully, Paul had already lost every last bit of his composure, his lustrous hazel eyes clouding over with tears, just as John had imagined. “Jesus Christ, John, of course!” Paul exclaimed, ecstatic and fully ready to  jump right on top of the older man kneeling before him. John rose to his feet, heart racing with adrenaline and passionate love for the man who was now leaving short little kisses all over the expanse of his angular face and neck.

Their mouths finally met after all of this fuss, John unable to stop smiling crazily against Paul’s soft, urgent lips. He could feel tears start to wet his cheeks, and he had really thought that it was Paul at first. John soon realized that the cool wetness on their  faces was leaking from his own two eyes, in absolute relief that this whole ordeal had gone exactly according to his plans. Paul untangled his fingers from John’s thick locks of auburn hair and offered him his palm. John took the modest band and slipped it gingerly onto Paul’s slender ring finger, admiring how fitting it seemed on the man’s hand. They both chuckled excitedly, unable to fully believe that they were now engaged. John raised his puffed, red eyes to look into Paul’s, not caring that he would see the light tears stinging his eyes and streaming down his face. The younger man inched a hand up to his angular jawline and brushed a tear away with his thumb, his warm eyes twinkling brightly. They kissed again, holding nothing back except for the slight whimpers that threatened to escape out of their sheer joy.

Later that night, they lay naked under the tangled bed sheets, whispering contentedly into the other’s ear. Paul’s warm torso was strewn directly over John’s, and his chin was set on the man’s chest so that he could see the bright glint in his eyes. The older man’s roaming hand combed lazily through Paul’s dark, sweaty locks, brushing it out of his doe eyes and behind his ears and anywhere else he could, just so that he could always see that hopeful, boyish face that he adored. “You are incredible, Paul McCartney,” John rasped lowly, his voice having been worn out by their activity prior. He ran a single finger down the bridge of Paul’s nose, which caught on his lower lip, causing a goofy smile to break out on his otherwise exhausted face. The younger man nuzzled his face into John’s bare chest, leaving a single tender kiss in the center and pressing his ear over calm John’s heartbeat. He began to trace little patterns with the tips of his fingers up and around John’s neck, swirling around his Adam’s apple and over his sharp jaw. John only hugged him closer in response, placing both hands on the small of his back and holding him there steadily. Paul could feel himself slipping out of consciousness, hearing John breathe a light “I love you,” before drifting off into a deep sleep.

Amidst the short tale of anxious hands and misunderstandings, the two men were able to find each other, and wouldn’t be letting go until death do them part. And when that seemingly dreaded day would come, both men would welcome it with open arms, for they knew deep down in their hearts that they would be together again soon enough.

Doctor- Into You *Andy Biersack Imagine*

So, you’ve come to terms with the fact that you like Dr. Biersack. Not “like” as him being a decent person, or a good friend. No, you mean “like” as in a strong attraction to him. An attraction that took over your body whenever he was around, and sparked a rush of emotions to rip through your veins and jabbing at the pit of your gut. It was a brand new feeling for you, so it’d take some getting used to. Not that you’d be looking forward to feeling like a jittery mess forever. 

As opposed to your usual schedule, Dr. Biersack cancelled due to work he had to get done for the day. He told you the usual routine would continue as normal the following day. You didn’t mind at all, it was quite nice to be able to catch a small break for yourself to be apart from him. Dr. Biersack was probably the only person you could consider yourself “close” with. Because of that, you really wished he would realize that, then treat you more than just another number on a chart. He claimed he saw potential in you and how great of an individual he found you to be, so why wouldn’t he bother to express it? 

Most of the day you had chosen to stay in your room. There wasn’t much you’d me missing out on anyway. Although you were enjoying your alone time, the day seemed to drag by. Each minute seemingly slower than the last. It wasn’t as fun when Dr. Biersack wasn’t around. You missed peeking out of your room periodically just to catch a glimpse of his charming face, or when he’d drag you in for therapy for almost two hours per day. You hated it, but at least you got stare at him and have him all to yourself for that amount of time.

It was just before midnight when you peeked out of the window and noticed Andy’s car in the parking lot. Your chest nearly imploded with excitement! He typicallywasn’t here this late at night, what could he be doing? The truth was, Dr. Biersack had missed his day of work due to stress and chose to make an attempt to catch up on paperwork tonight. Earlier, he decided to stay home and deal with his emotional demons before he unleashed them at work. Although he wouldn’t dare let it be known, Andy didn’t enjoy his job at all anymore. The same old routine had him feeling like a prisoner in his own career. Of course, he could always change professions, but that didn’t necessarily mean it would be an easy change. Andy also dealt with a great deal of issues that he wasn’t sure of how to fix. He could treat patients who were incurable mentally, yet struggled to better himself. 

Andy was in his office with the door closed and lights off. The computer screen glared onto his face displaying something other than his work materials. His trousers were low on his hips, shirt unbuttoned, while his hand pumped his thick shaft. Andy had forgotten about his responsibilities and wandered to his favorite porn site. He stroked himself harder and faster with each view of the woman on screen being utterly manhandled by three other men. The way they fucked her in every way possible and showed her almost no mercy filled Andy’s head with other ideas. He reaches over and picks up the flask that leaned againt the computer’s monitor, taking a swig of the harsh liquid. The sting in his throat was less painful than the realities he faced every day. Each drop of alcohol pushed the negativities further deep down inside. 

Only a few moments more before Andy had spend himself all over his hand. His eyes squeezed shut when a rather intrusive thought came to mind. He pictured himself with his hand between your thighs, playing with your quivering bits as you took his hard legnth all the way down your throat. You’d gag and choke on the rough fucking he’d do to your mouth, then pull out and release his hot cum all over your face and breasts. That alone sent streams of cum spurting out of his dick. Andy tugged as hard as he could, milking every last bit of cum he could. He rested his head back onto the chair, feeling disgusted with himself that he’d think such things of you. It felt sick and pathetic. You were his patient for crying out loud! 

Andy takes yet another swig from the emptying flask, then puts himself back into his trousers and reaches for the sanitary wipes to clean himself up. Once he’s finished, he buttons up his shirt halfway, then gives up once he finds himself fumbling with the buttons. Not only was the room dark, but he had felt himself become more and more intoxicated by the minute. He was well aware of it and didn’t care. 

As for yourself, you thought it would be a good idea to visit him after hours. Maybe then he’ll act a little differently towards you, in a way that you wanted him to. Because of every one else was either alseep, or not working at this hour, what would Dr. Biersack have to hide? It was worth a shot, anyway. 

Slipping out of your room, you sneakily (and very quietly) maneuver your way around the areas which had surveillance cameras or the security offices all the way over to Andy’s office. It wasn’t very far from your room, yet one wrong move could catch the eye of a very angry guard. They’d have you tackled and thrown into your room in no time! You personally have never been chased down by the building’s security officers, but you have witnessed it more than enough times to understand how scary it was! 

As you’ve made it to Dr. Biersack’s office, you gently push the door open into the darkened room. You caught the glow from the computer screen onto the doctor’s rather drooling face. His eyes were glossed over, his shirt a wrinkled mess and unevenly buttoned. He didn’t look too good, that was for sure. 

His reaction to you entering the office was delayed. He gives you a slight nod, then opens his mouth to speak.

“Come here” his voice more raspy that usual. You got a weird feeling in your gut. Something wasn’t quite right, Dr. Biersack didn’t seem like himself at all. 

“Come on, I’m not going to hurt you.” He slurs with a half smile. “Sit on my lap, girly." 

Andy pats his thigh, awaiting you to sit on his lap. You’re cautious when approaching him, squinting to see if anything suspicious was around. Nothing seemed too out of place, rather than Dr. Biersack. You stand next to him, looking down at him, then onto the computer screen. You take notice of the paused porn video, taking you by shock. You let out a small gasp when Andy pulls you by the waist onto his lap, sloppily kissing your cheek. He wreaked of alcohol, which would probably make you gag. 

"Ah, that’s nothing. Just a little fun I was having.” He chuckles in your ear, then rests his head on your shoulder. 

“Are you okay, doctor?" 

"I don’t know, babe. This place fucking sucks!” Andy growls. “I hate it!" 

"Try living here…" 

"Fuck that! I only come here to see you every day.” Andy picks up his flask, putting it into your lap. “You want some too?" 

"Um, no thanks.” You set the metal container back into his hands. “There’s nothing in it anyway." 

"Oh, fuck!” He slings it aside. “Anymore of that and I’d be taking my clothes off for you" 

"This isn’t like you, doctor. You never say things like that to me!" 

"I’m playing with you, baby. I thought you wanted me?” Andy runs his hand up your thigh, then kisses your neck, stiffling his drunken giggles. “I made myself cum thinking about you." 

"Dr. Biersack!” You shoot up from his lap. 

“Relax, darlin’, Relax.” Andy reaches around, resting his palm on your ass. “I made you cum in my thoughts too!”

He hiccups, then stares you up and down. All two of you to be exact, from what he can see. You were taken aback by his bold actions, and even more so to find that he strongly disliked his work. You wouldn’t have guessed he’d be this way. It didn’t stop your flaming crush on him, only fuled it even more. Once he sobered up, he wouldn’t remember any of this, but you would. You wondered if it’d be worth bringing it up to him, or would he somehow remember all of this? Would he act on it later? Did he really mean what he said? All of these questions buzzed through your mind, and there was no telling if you’d be getting an answer anytime soon. Dr. Biersack was definitely a puzzle to solve, and you may be the one that has the opportunity to figure him out.