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Feb. 7- Proposal/Wedding Day/Wedding Night (1.5K)

“I’m nervous,” Kent says.

“Change your mind?” Alexei teases, only feeling a tiny bit worried. He doesn’t think Kent will actually bail on him, now that they’re both in their suits and the hall is surely packed with their families and teammates. Bittle would cry if anything happened, Alexei thinks. And then skin both of them alive.

But then again, Alexei did see Runaway Bride twice with Snowy, when he was first learning English and someone had the brilliant idea that the best way to learn is to watch all the classic romcoms. Snowy, it turns out, is a big fan of Richard Gere. Kent doesn’t look like he’s ready to bolt, but he did seem skittish, and in the movie, Julia Roberts had been very skittish.

“No, never,” Kent says, taking Alexei’s hands and rubbing his thumb over Alexei’s palms. His hair is already a little mussed, the untamable cowlick threatening to pop back up. “Not about you. I know I’m an ass about a lot of things, but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Good to know,” Alexei says, letting out a breath of relief. “You tell me now, then what you say for vows?”

“Oh, God,” Kent laughs nervously. “Oh man. That’s—that’s the thing. The vows. In front of a bunch of people. I could probably do it. Maybe. You wouldn’t happen to be carrying Xanax on you?” He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, but his jaw drops when he sees Alexei rummage in his pockets. “Wait, I’m just joking. I don’t actually—what the hell is that?”

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Jon Snow Imagine

Hello~ Could you do a GoT imagine where Jon and the reader fell in love at Winterfell, but they returned to King’s Landing and he went to the Wall. They’re reunited at the Dragon Pit gathering, only reader now has their son? This is my first request, sorry if it doesn’t make much sense!

AN: FYI: Reader’s hair is black in since she’s Robert’s daughter

Also, this turned out longer than I expected 


You walked the cold grounds of Winterfell, happy to be away from your family for the moment. You tightened your furs and threw up the hood on your cloak. You did a quick glance around before you snuck out to the Godswoods. Although you had only been at Winterfell for one day the long time on the road and having your family constantly near you was too much.

You looked at the beautiful white tree and it’s bright red leaves. You stepped closer to the face on the tree and went to touch the etched face but just as your hand got near the bark on the tree a voice made you turn. “Oh, ugh, forgive me My Lady.” You let out a gasp retracted your hand, turning to face the dark haired man. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I didn’t mean to frighten you either, Princess.”

You sighed from relief, “I’m alright, you just startled me. You are Ned Stark’s son, right?”

“His bastard,” he corrected you.

“My father has plenty of bastards and they are still his children,” you quipped. “What are you doing out here-”

“Jon. I came to get away from the craziness of the castle. And you?”

A smiled came to your face, “I came to get away from the craziness of my family. Please, join me.”

The two of you talked for hours until you heard a commanding voice tell others to search the area. “You have to hide,” you said urgently. “Please, if my family sees me with you, or anyone, they’ll make it their business. And I don’t want my Mother finding out…she has a way of soiling everything she touches.”

Jon hid behind a large tree a few feet back and you sat calmly in front of the pond and looked up at the tree.  “Princess,” you pretended to be startled at the men that appeared before you.

“Guards.”

“My Lady, the Queen has been looking everywhere for you. She requests your presence back at Winterfell at once.” You followed the guards back into Winterfell and were lead straight to your Mother’s chambers. Your Father sat against the walls and eyed you down as you walked in, looking you over.

“Leave us,” she said harshly to the men. When the door shut she jumped down your throat. “What were you thinking,” she hissed. “Do you know what barbarians live in the North? Do you know how much danger you put yourself in, going out there without any guards? You could have been kidnapped, raped, murdered. You’ll be lucky if I let you out of your chambers for the rest if our visit.”

“Calm down now woman,” your Father stood up and walked over to you. He placed his hands on your shoulders and looked you over again. “Are you ok?” You nodded. “You understand you can’t leave the castle walls again without guards?” You nodded again. “Good. You are my eldest child and if anything were to happen to you…I don’t know what I’d do.” His sensitive voice was replaced as he stood up straight and put his hands down. He opened the door and spoke to the guards. “She’ll be free to roam around the Winterfell walls without guards. I want men stations by the exit to make sure she doesn’t leave unprotected again. Understood?” They nodded and left to spread the word.

“Thank you, Father.”

He nodded, “Now go to your chambers and get ready for bed. I’ll have some food set to your room.”

You went to your chambers, bathed, and sat in front of the fire in your room in your nightgown as you ate the bread and hog your Father had sent up to your room. There was a soft knock on your door. “Come in,” you hollard. Jon Snow walked in with Ghost closely behind.

“Jon?” You stood up and quickly went for your robe. He averted his eyes until you wrapped the robe around yourself. “What are you doing here,” you rushed to the door and closed it.

“I wanted to see you again.”

“If my Mother finds out you were here she’ll have you beheaded or have you exiled!”

“I think you’re being a tad bit dramatic,” his eyes crinkled from a laugh.

“You don’t know my Mother.”
So for the rest of your time at Winterfell you were sneaking around meeting with Jon at every chance you got, and with your Father drunk and with Ned all day and your Mother hardly leaving her chambers you two met often and grew very close very fast.

It was your last night in Winterfell and Jon had snuck up to your chambers again. You two sat in the chairs by the fire but this time you two were silent, looking into the fire.

“Y/N,” Jon broke the silence and you looked across at him.

“Jon?”

“I have to tell you something, because if I don’t do it now I never will.”

“And why is that?”

“Because when you leave tomorrow I am too. I’m going North with my Uncle to join the Night’s Watch.”

“Jon, no!”

“There’s nothing here for me, Y/N. After you leave I’ll go back to being nothing but a bastard.”

“That’s not true,” you sat towards him and pleaded. “Come to King’s Landing with your Father. We can still see each other and-”

“-And what, Y/N? You are the Princess, oldest daughter to the King. I am a bastard of the North. We have no future together, which is what pains me the most. I love you, and I don’t think I can go seeing you everyday knowing that you’ll never be mine.”

“Jon,” tears began to fall down your cheeks. “You love me?”

“I do.”

“Would you think I was crazy if I said I love you too and that I don’t think I can have a future with anyone else?”

“Yes,” he sadly chuckled and moved to wipe your tears. “You have more promised to you than I can even imagine. Go have to back to King’s Landing, marry some High Lord, and have lots of babies and forget all about me.”

“I’m afraid that can never happen,” you rested your forehead against his. “I will never forget you, Jon Snow.” You looked into his eyes and put your hand over his as it rested on your cheek. “Spend this last night with me, Jon.”

*7 years later*

You took a deep breath as you neared the Dragon Pit, you knew who you were about to see and you knew your heart wasn’t ready. Just as you thought when you walked into the pit and saw the darked haired man, now more rugged than before. You felt your heart flutter at the site of him and when your eyes locked you saw a look of bewilderment take over his face. You two kept the yearn for each other at bay as you took the seat by your Mother’s side.

The thing you saw charging towards you was enough to convince you right away that your Mother’s troops needed to go North. She exited the Dome dramatically and you stopped outside the dome, waiting for everyone to leave before you turned back around and went into the dome. Once your Mother had taken the throne all the golden cloaks flanked her side, only going to yours when she deemed fit.

You let out a smile as you saw Jon, the man you’d never thought you’d see again. You continued to smile more and more with every step towards him you took. “Hi,” you breathlessly said as you stopped right in front of him.

“Hi.” You two embraced each other right away and held each other close.

Someone cleared their throat and you looked over at your Uncle Tyrion, “Hi.”

“Hi Uncle,” you laughed happily and hugged him. “I missed you,” you looked back up to Jon. “I missed you too.”

“My near niece, not that we aren’t glad to see you, but why are you standing by your Mother’s side?”

“She holds my life within her reaches. I have no one I can trust to get myself and what I treasure most out of King’s Landing and believe me I was ready to leave the minute I knew you were alive and well Uncle. Then when I found out you were back in Winterfell…,” you looked at Jon.

“Is everyone well,” your Uncle knew of the treasure you spoke of and kept it to himself?

“Yes, for now. My Mother grows more irrational everyday. Please,” you looked over to Jon, “I need to go back with you. Do you think your Queen will allow it,” you looked across the dome to Daenerys.

“I will make sure of it,” Jon nodded.

“Get to the dragon skulls tonight with your things once the castle is sleeping. Jon and I will be there with some guards to get you onto our ship.”

“Do you promise me,” you nearly cried from relief.

Jon grabbed your hand in his, “I’m not leaving you again.” When your Uncle saw the look you two shared again he knew exactly where your treasure had come from.

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“Just a little further,” you spoke softly as you carried a heavy load in your arms down the stairs to the dragon skulls. You crept down the final stairs and followed the faint glow coming from behind one of the larger skulls. “Jon,” you whispered.

“It’s us,” he peered from behind the skull and paused when he saw you. In your arms was a sleepy boy.

“You have no bags,” Tyrion pointed out.

“He is the only thing I need. Now let’s get out of here before they see we’ve gone.” Your Uncle lead the small group of you back out through the passageways and you didn’t feel the tension leave your shoulders until you were sailing away from King’s Landing, looking at the sleeping boy who was tucked into the bed on board.

You sat down on the bed by him and stroked his hair, relieved that he was away from your Mother and would be safe.

“What’s his name?” You didn’t turn as you heard Jon’s voice behind you and heard him close the door.

“Jon Robert Baratheon.”

“Baratheon?”

“It was Waters but I was able to convince my Father to recognize him as my own child. I knew how you felt about your last name and didn’t want him to feel that way. I wanted him to know he is loved.”

“Why is his name Jon, Y/N?”

“After his Father,” a tear began to drip down your cheek. Jon noticeable choked up as he approached you.

“Why didn’t you tell me,” you swore you saw tears forming in his eyes.

“You were at the Wall. I knew you couldn’t leave. And I knew I couldn’t get word to you safely. If my Mother were to find out she’d have the baby taken from me or would never see it as family. Nobody even knew I was pregnant other than my close family, Jon. When I started to show I spent my days in my chambers. My family was determined that this shameful family secret stay under lock and key.”

“I-I wish I would have known. I would have been there for you. We could have run away like we talked about,” he looked at the sleeping boy and saw his features clear for the first time. His hair was dark like yours but curly like his. He had your face shape but the features were 100% his own.

“If you left the wall you would have been hunted until they had your head rolling on the floor, and I couldn’t live with that.” You looked at your sleeping boy. “He’s bright, Jon. So bright. And he loves his sword. I wouldn’t be surprised if he were better than you one day,” you put a hand on Jon’s hand.

“I’d like to see that,” he smiled at the boy.

“You will. He’s asked me so many questions about you.”

“He’ll get to ask me them all tomorrow when he wakes. Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Marry me. I’ve thought of you every day that we’ve been apart. And, if this really is the end, I want to spend every day I have left with you and our son.”

“Of course I’ll marry you, Jon. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

He stood up and held your hand, “Come stay the night with me in my chambers?”

“I have to be here when he wakes. He’ll be confused and scared if he wakes in this unfamiliar place without me.”

“I’ll have you back before he wakes,” he promised.

moonstone1520  asked:

Can you do #4, 8, 9, & 10 (if they haven't already been done?). I love your writing so much. And I'm working on another chapter to Illicit, FYI. ;)

Remember how I said in a comment re: using three prompts in one ficlet, “I don’t think I could do it again if I tried. (Someone will probably send me like five now and I’ll have one of those ‘hold my beer’ moments…)?”  It ain’t five, but…

Hold my beer.

Who gave you that black eye?”/ “Forget it. You fucking suck.”/ “Quit it or I’ll bite.”/ “If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”

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“Who gave you that black eye?” Mary asked in lieu of a normal greeting.

“I walked into a door,” Sherlock said shortly, giving her one of his plastic sarcastic-arsehole smiles.  He brushed past her into the flat to leave one somewhat guilty-looking Molly.

“Really was an accident,” Molly said sheepishly as she gave Mary a quick hug.

“This is a story I know I want to hear.”

“Newp,” Sherlock called over his shoulder, already hefting the baby out of her seat.

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Out of Control- One Shot

Out of Control

  • SUMMARY: You and Justin were at a club and you see him with another girl and you end up messing around with another guy. He gets jealous and things get a little physical, but he ends up taking you home to teach you a lesson.
  • Authors Note: This is my FIRST dirty one shot, so i’m sorry if it doesn’t reach your expectations. I tried, lol. 


“Hey, you look a little lonely. May I join you?” A random brown haired boy asked you as you were sitting on a bar stool and letting your eyes scan over the drunken people. He didn’t look too old, just around your age but you felt uneasy the second he was in your presence. It may have looked like you were by yourself but you were waiting for your boyfriend Justin to come back. He said he needed to go to the bathroom and he hasn’t returned. It’s been ten minutes and he usually never takes this long and you always hated being in a club by yourself.

“No i’m okay. I’m just waiting for someone…” You trailed off.

“Can I at least buy you a drink?” He asked, chuckling a bit. “You seem a bit nervous. I promise, i’m not gonna do some crazy shit.”

You didn’t really know to respond because you knew if Justin saw you talking to this guy and having drinks with him that he would start a fight and that’s the last thing you wanted. You cared about him and you didn’t want him to get into some big fight.

That’s when your eyes finally saw that dirty blonde haired boy in a crowd and you began to smile thinking he was out of the bathroom and the reason that it took so long for him to get to you was because of the hoards of people, but no it wasn’t. Instead you saw him, smiling and laughing while a blonde-girl ran his fingers up and down his chest. He must have taken his shirt off for her and she leaned in closely and whispered something in his ear, making him bite down on his bottom lip.

“Yes you can.” You told the boy. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of your body and when the glass settled down in front of you, you clenched it in your hands, sipping it down as fast as you could. You were hoping to somehow get Justin’s attention as childish as that sounds. He was yours and the fact that he let some blonde bimbo touch him like that disgusted you.

“Wow, you might wanna slow down the-”

“Would you like to dance?” You blurbed out, putting you empty cup on the table. He seemd a bit taken back and you would have thought he was crazy if he wasn’t, you told him that you didn’t want a drink minutes ago and now you were practically throwing yourself at him.

“Sure, I would love t-”

Grabbing his arm, you pulled him onto the dance floor that was flooding with people. The club was hot and sweaty and the fact that so many people were so close together only made it worse. You grabbed your hairband from around your wrist and threw your hair into a ponytail.

“Woah” The guy said, licking his lips. “You’re Justin Bieber’s girlfriend.”

If that could not possibly make you angrier, it did. He wasn’t acting like a boyfriend right now. He was being so immature and you were beyond furious with him that your teeth clenched. You wanted nothing more than to go over there and pull that blonde girl away from him and give him a nice slap across his face so that your hand-print would be left on his face, but you thought against it.

This is how you’re going to get back at him. You didn’t want to act like the jealous girlfriend tonight, instead you wanted to show him what he was missing out on.

“Yeah and?….” You walked closer to him, grabbing his hand and wrapping it around your waist. “You have a problem with that?”

“Fuck, no.” He growled lowly, his voice coming out a lot deeper than you expected. He grabbed you and pushed himself against you, his hard-on immediately pressing against you. You wondered what on earth you had done to get him turned on so quickly but you ignored it, loving that your plan was already working.

The music was playing and it was so loud you could barely hear yourself think and when the beat really started to drop, the guy turned you around and pressed his hard-on onto your ass and let his hands roam up and down your sides. You were wearing a navy dress that almost looked purple under all the lights. It was tight and hugged you in all the right places, the sleeves were three quarter length, but the back exposed the most of your skin.

You began moving your body down, pushing your ass against his hard-on even more and that’s when you could hear a little moan come from his mouth and you wouldn’t have been able to hear it with all the music blazing but he was so close to you. You wished this guy was Justin because Justin knew exactly where to touch you and turn you on. He knew all your weak spots and if this was him, he would be kissing that spot right under your ear that you loved so much and his hands would be all over your thighs and sides and he would eventually grab your ass a little bit.

The problem was that he wasn’t Justin because Justin was too busy having fun with that blonde bimbo.

The guy turned you around and placed his hand on the base of your neck. The song was coming to the end and you could tell by the beat and that’s when you saw that he was leaning in for a kiss.

You were so shocked you didn’t know what to do, but you knew you didn’t want to kiss this guy. You had a boyfriend and no matter how infuriating he may be, you loved him and you were not going to throw your relationship with him away just because he was making one bad decision tonight.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You heard the voice that you were dying to hear all night say. You were pulled by your arm and before you knew it, you were slammed against a hard chest. You saw his cross tattoo on his chest and that’s when you knew you were in for it. This wasn’t going to end well.

“Are you fucking drunk?” He spat, lifting your chin up so he could look into your eyes. You were sweating like crazy and the fact that he even had his hands on you made you even more nervous.

“N-No”

“Yo, don’t talk to her like that. You were interrupting-”

“I’m gonna give you two seconds to get the fuck out of my face before I beat the living shit out of you.” The guy didn’t move and that’s when Justin let go of you and began walking to him, pushing his chest so he kept moving backwards till he eventually hit a bar stool.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing dancing with MY girlfriend?” He growled. “You motherfucker”

The first punch was thrown and your eyes widened and you walked over to Justin and wrapped your arms around his torso to let him know you were there. This wasn’t his first bar fight but you knew how much trouble he got in during his first one and you didn’t want the past to repeat itself.

“Justin, don’t.” You mumbled into his back.

He swung at him one more time and then pulled away and it was only two punches but the guys nose was bleeding and you walked over to him and apologized.

“I’m so sorry about this. I didn’t mean for it to happen a-and” You stuttered and your hands began to shake. “If you want I can go help you get cleaned u-”

“The fuck you’re not.” Justin grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder and you couldn’t help but slam your fists onto his back repeatedly yelling at him, telling him to put you down but of course he wouldn’t listen. You felt so bad for that guy because you basically used him and he ended up with a broken nose and you wanted to help him but your jealous boyfriend wouldn’t let that happen.

He placed you into the passenger seat of his car and walked over to the other side where he got into the driver’s seat. His fists slammed against the steering wheel.

“You want to fucking tell me why you were fucking grinding on that guy?” He finally spoke. “Tell me are you fucking stupid. God damn Y/N, did you forget you had a boyfriend-”

“Don’t you fucking lecture me, you asshole.” You turned to your side to look him dead in the eye so you can finally get out what you have been keeping inside all night long. “Do you want to tell me why you let that blonde bitch touch you?”

“There’s a fucking differenc-”

“No shut the hell up, let me speak.” You held your hand up at him, signaling him to stop. “I was waiting for you at the bar and I didn’t even let that guy buy me a drink when he offered, but then I look over and you’re just- you’re with her and ugh!”

“So that gave you the right to throw yourself at him?” He barked. You could see his face was getting red from all the anger and he was practically boiling. This was the worst night of your possible life and it wasn’t what you expected. All you wanted was for you and Justin to go out and have some fun but this was the complete opposite of fun and you couldn’t wait till you got home so you could crawl under the covers and not wake till the afternoon.

When he finally pulled up to the house, you slammed the car door shut and walked into the house you two had bought together. Yes, you did live together and it happened a few months ago in the most cutest way and when you thought about how nervous and cute he was at that time, it made you a smile a little bit but this wasn’t the time for that.

You were furious with him, you had to remember that.

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” You told him. You didn’t hear a response back and that’s when you turned around to see if he was still behind you, but when you did you were slammed against the wall. Your hands were held up against it and his lips came in contact with your neck.

You opened your mouth, wanting to tell him to stop because you were in no mood for him to be touching you. He had that opportunity back at the club and he didn’t bother to take it, so why should you let him?

You began squirming under his grip to somehow signal to him that you weren’t in the mood for this, but when his lips started sucking on that little spot right underneath your ear, you lost it. You bite your bottom lip to try and hold back a moan. His lips felt so good against your hot skin that he eventually left a mark on your weak spot and then proceeded to leave kisses on the rest of your neck. He licked up your throat with his warm tongue and immediately you felt yourself getting wet.

“Justin…”

“I bet he couldn’t make you this wet so quickly.” He whispered into your ear. “I bet he can’t fuck you like i’m about too. You’re in for it tonight, babe and you won’t even remember his fucking name once i’m done with you.”

He pushed his lower area onto your throbbing core and it was almost painful for you to even listen to him. You loved the affect he had on you, but sometimes you thought it was the biggest curse since it allowed you to give into him so quickly.

“I never got his name.” You finally spoke. “But I should’ve because I bet he’s good in bed. You know, baby that when I was dancing with him that his body moved sooooo good with mine and when I felt his hard dick on my ass-”

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N.” He growled, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder once again. You knew he was taking you the bedroom and by his force you could tell that tomorrow morning you were going to be sore as hell. You didn’t know why you explained all that to him. Maybe it was because that you were still jealous of the blonde bitch who touched him or maybe you really wanted him tonight, but either way you were getting it.

“You didn’t even know his goddamn name, Y/N.”

“I don’t need to know his name to know that he could’ve fucked me better than you ever could.”

That was the last straw because in a blink of an eye he threw you onto the bed and crawled ontop of you, his lips immediately attaching to yours. His kisses were rough and you could barely keep up with him because before you knew it, his tongue was in your mouth. You were a moaning mess underneath him already and you hated it because tonight you were trying to prove a point to him and you couldn’t do that with the way his tongue was licking all the places that made you weakest.

He lifted his body off yours and slid his jeans down and right after that his boxers were off too and you couldn’t help but stare at how perfect his body was. It wasn’t his fault that girls were all over him, you knew he was hot and you knew there are thousands of girls that would kill to be in your position, but he didn’t have to give into them.

His hands went to your thighs where he grabbed a handful of your dress and you started to sit up slowly so you could make it easier for him to take it off. You wanted him and you wanted him badly. The way he was looking at you and the way his hands always touched the right curve of your body was enough to send you over the edge.. Once the dress was somewhere across the room, he leaned down and and placed a kiss over your panties.

“Justin…”

“Mhm, what baby?” He kissed the same spot again. “You want my mouth on you? Is that what you want?”

You nodded your head, biting down on your lower lip. You wish you could’ve of spoken but you knew the second you opened your mouth a moan would come out and you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.

“I want you to speak, Y/N.” He growled. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Justin.” You whimpered out.

He placed his hand over your panties and began rubbing his fingers over the cloth. You didn’t understand how badly you wanted him till now. Your eyes were shut tight and your hands gripped the sheets and when his hands began to rub you vigorously, you lost it. Your moans were coming out so quickly you couldn’t stop it and you felt yourself wanting to release already.

“T-Take them o-ff-” You didn’t even get to finish your sentence and you didn’t even know if he understood what you said since you could barely make the sentence out but he ripped your panties off your body and kissed you in the same spot again before entering two fingers inside of you. You yelped out and arched your back because he hit all the right spots and made you weak and he made your legs shake so quickly you didn’t think you could ever cum so quickly but you did and it was on his fingers and he licked one of his fingers and brought the other one to your mouth.

“No” You told him, immediately.

“If you want me to continue, you have too.” The smirk on his face was so evident and you wanted to roll your eyes because you’ve never tasted yourself and you thought it was disgusting but you wanted him so badly so you wrapped your swollen lips around his thick fingers from the base to the top and licked your lips once the sweet liquid was in your mouth.

You didn’t even get the chance to say anything because he attacked your mouth and let his tongue lick every inch of you and his hands slowly came up to your bra where he grabbed your boob and you moaned into his mouth. Your hands moved to his hair where you began tugging on the ends when he kissed in-between your breasts. He unhooked your bra and sucked on one boob while caressing the other then switched so he could give the same amount of attention to each one.

“Baby…” You groaned. You couldn’t handle it anymore because you felt yourself getting wet down there again so you pushed him onto his back and placed one hard kiss on his mouth before moving down and kissing his neck, right on his sweet spot. You sucked it until you created a visible hickey on his silky skin. You kissed his shoulder once then moved down to kiss all the way down his chest. You kissed every single visible spot of his and you looked up at him and saw his eyes were closed and he was biting his lower lip.

You wanted to drive him insane, just as much or even more than he did to you. You wanted him to forget about that blonde bimbo that was touching him back in the club and most importantly, you wanted to forget about her.

Leaning down, you placed your head at the front of his crotch. You grabbed him in your hands and placed a kiss at his tip. You were so mad at him and if this was the way you were going to take your anger out on him then so be it. You swirled your tongue all around him and few times and let your hand go up and down him. You rubbed him slowly in the beginning but picked up your pase as time continued and when he placed his hands in your hair, you knew he wanted you to take him in your mouth.

“You want it, baby?” You asked him, stopping. “You want me to suck your di-”

“Holy fuck, Y/N. I fucking want you.” He pushed himself inside your mouth and you didn’t object and take him out, instead you took it all in. You pushed him in and out of you mouth, while he hit the base of throat every single time. He was now a moaning mess and you loved seeing him this way because you knew that blonde chick couldn’t do this to him. She couldn’t drive him this crazy. This was all you.

He kept cursing underneath his breath and he tugged the ends of your hair a little harder then usual so you knew he was about to release himself inside of your mouth. The taste was unusual and a little odd as usual, but you licked it all up.

You didn’t even get the chance to speak before he flipped you over and pounded himself against you.

“Oh my g-god-d, Jus-stin”

“You like that?” He growled, his forehead falling on top of yours. His thrusts were hitting your g-stop every single time and you had to shut your eyes from how good it felt, but the moans couldn’t stop escaping your lips. No one could ever make you feel this good so you wrapped your legs around his torso so you could feel more of him.

“God, babe. You feel so good, fuck.”

You opened your eyes to look up and him and he looked so hot. He always did but the sight of him when he was giving his all to you was even better because he had a little sweat on his forehead and his mouth was a little open and from all the heat, his face was red. He was so handsome.

He placed his mouth over yours and as his thrusts became a little sloppy you could tell he was about to release and from the aching in core, you knew you were about to too. His lips tasted so fucking good and it was mixed with a little alcohol but you could taste his usual minty breath and my god, nothing has ever tasted better.

You bite his shoulder, giving him a signal that you were close so he picked up his pace for the last few thrusts and before you knew it he pulled out of you and spilled himself onto your stomach. His body crashed down next to you and your breaths were both extremely heavy.

You turned to your side and moved your body closer to his because the moments after sex were some of the most amazing times in your life, but tonight was gonna be a little bit different for the both of you because you knew it wasn’t just going to be one round. From the look in his eyes, he wanted more and he was going to get it and you were too weak to stop him.  You sprawled your bare body on top of his and pushed a little of his wet hair back.

“No one can do it like you, baby.” You pecked his lips. “No one ever.”

Imagine Owen catch the reader singing Addicted to you and she's so nervous because the song is about him

Owen Grady x reader

Requested by: Anon

You had just graduated in Biology, and sent your résumé to the jurassic park. You knew it would be a great opportunity to grow and learn. But the beginning was not easy. The answer from them never came, and you found a job in a zoo. Several weeks passed, until one day someone appeared there. You were a bit suspicious when you saw one man always following your steps. He could not be subtle, at all. You were taking care of crocodiles when that man approached you.
“Miss(Y/N)? I’m Michael Thompson from the jurassic park’s recruiting department.” You ran a hand over your forehead, which was sweaty, and then cleaned up your hands. You reached over and gave him a handshake.
“Yes, it’s me. Is there anything I can do for you?” You asked politely. He looked at some papers that he had in his hand. It was your résumé. He checked multiple times.
“We have received your résumé, and after analyzing carefully, I concluded that you fit perfectly in the unfilled job that we have. Are you interested?”
“What kind of job are we talking about?”
“Raptor’s caretaker assistant.” You put your hands on your hips and walked a few steps through the area where you were. You applied for that park, and it was all you wanted. But in that time, you weren’t sure what to do. You thought for few minutes and realized that it had more pros than cons.
“When do I start?” You said smiling.
“Well, we need to make some procedures first, but within a week it will be all settled. Is it good for you?” You nodded. You two talked for a few more minutes.
Without you realizing it, you were already in the park. You were working there for six months and it was everything you had imagined. One of your coworkers was Owen Grady. Just thinking about his name your whole body shuddered. You felt so good next to him, but at the same time you almost died every time he looked at you. He did his job with such passion, that eventually made you fall in love with him. But both of you were very stubborn and sometimes, your personalities clashed. It almost could see sparks when you argued.

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anonymous asked:

Gom, Kagami, Kasamatsu and Hanamiya' s/o pecks their cheek leaving red lipstick on it

wow this is me like 100%

Kuroko: “[Name]-san,” he said, not exactly irritated or annoyed; just surprised. He doesn’t want to hurt your feelings or anything, so he keeps it there…he’s suddenly very thankful for his lack of presence.

Kagami: As soon as your lips touch his cheek, he jerks back with a yelp. “Ugh, [Name]!!!” There was no way he’d let the other guys see him with that on his cheek! “Not when I’m about to go to practice, alright?!”

Kise: “Awww, [Name]cchi is so cute,” he coos, eyeing the lipstick stamp with a warm smile on his face. It was nice to see the physical evidence of your love for him. He wore it rather proudly, letting everyone know whose hands he was in.

Midorima: It’s honestly hard to see the lipstick stamp because of his red his face became. He’s quick to wipe it off before anyone could see and potentially make fun of him for it. “What did I tell you about that, idiot?!”

Aomine: “Ah jeez…” he groans. He didn’t even notice the stamp until after school that day…it had to have been there since the beginning of the day when you kissed him. “[Name], you’re really gonna get it now…" 

Murasakibara: "Ugh, gross…” he complained, although he didn’t really do anything to get rid of it. He blamed it on the fact that he was too lazy to wipe it off…but he honestly just thought it was cute of you to do.

Akashi: “[Name], I told you not to until after practice.” Generally, he didn’t mind being kissed by you and leaving the evidence behind…but that was only within the privacy of his home. He couldn’t be take seriously with that on his face…

Kasamatsu: “W-What the hell?!” he boomed, furiously wiping away at his cheek with the palm of his hand. His face was so red that everyone knew without even asking that you were the cause of it all.

Hanamiya: “Tch…” He didn’t really care that wiping his cheek with an annoyed look on his face made you frown. “This makes me look like I belong to you…but we all know who belongs to who,” he finishes with a smirk.

Luke Hemmings Imagine - Challenge Me (Part Two)

This didn’t turn out how I wanted it too but I hope you guys like it anyway :)

Warning: Heavy smut

Word count: 1,790

IMAGINES // PREFERENCES // REQUEST 

// P A R T / / O N E //

“How about you just go to your side of the room and don’t talk to me? We can live peacefully in silence.”

“Silly Y/N. You can’t be silent when you’re screaming my name.”

“Who says I will be screaming your name?”

“If I get my fingers in you you’ll be fucking moaning it baby.”

“Even if you did get to fuck me, which you won’t, what makes you think I’ll be screaming your name?”

He simply smirks at me. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”

He didn’t give me time to respond before he pressed my back flat against the wall; his hands still groping my bum, steadying me. He immediately started to nip and bite down onto my neck, leaving a trail of kisses along my collarbone. I involuntarily shuddered when he ghosts over my sweet spot and I can practically feel his smirk against my skin. One part of me wanted to push him off of me and the other part of me wanted to bang him against the wall. 

“I know you want to moan baby. Just let it go.”

“I-it’s not happening, Hemmings.” I choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.

“If that is how you want it to be than fine. Game on, baby girl.” He growls into my ear, he tightens his grip on my ass. “You’ll be a withering mess in no time.”

“We’ll see about that.”

He reconnects his lips to my neck, sucking harshly as moves towards my breasts. His hand slowly trails up my thigh, gently cupping my core. He fiddled with the hem of my panties, gently rubbing me over the thin material of my underwear. The heat between my legs was throbbing, I was pretty sure my panties were soaked and judging by his smirk, he knew it too.

He slipped one of his fingers underneath my underwear, lightly ghosting over my skin. “You’re already so wet. Who made you this wet baby?” He rubbed my clit for a split second before moving away to massage the surrounded skin.

“Calum.” You whisper, smirking slightly. His amused expression turned angry and I knew I had succeeded.

“What did you say?” He growls, harshly rubbing my clit.

“C-Calum. Calum made me this wet.” I manage to say through suppressed moans. My breath was caught in my throat and I desperately wanted to scream out but I contained myself, I refused to let him win.

“Calum did? Calum made you this wet?”

“Yes, Luke. It was all Calum.”

He smirked at me, his hand colliding with my ass. I yelp out at the sudden contact and he smiles. “You’ve been a bad girl Y/N, and do you know what happens to bad girls?”

“They get punished.” You whisper.

“That’s right princess, bad girls get punished and you’ve been a naughty girl.”

You completely lost it. Your throbbing sex took control of your body and you were no longer in control. You wanted him, you wanted him desperately.

“Punish me. I’ve been a bad girl.” I growl, running my hands along his torso, playing with the hem of his shirt.

He smacks me again and I let out a moan. Who knew spanking would turn me on? “I win.” He whispers in my ear.

“Oh just shut up and fuck me before I change my mind. I don’t have time for your cocky ass attitude." 

"As you wish my little princess.”

In one swift movement he pulls my panties down, letting them pool at my feet. He lowers his face to my heat and looks up at me through his eyelashes. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He smiles, gently blowing on my core. 

“Don’t tease me. Just do something, please Luke.”

“Beg for it.”

“You son of a bitch.”

“Oh come on, I thought we got over this. Can we just skip the part where you want to rip my eyes out please? I want to hear you beg.”

“Ugh. Please Luke, just touch me. I want to feel your long fingers going in and out of my wet pussy and I want your tongue to lick me up like ice cream. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk.” I moan out, desperate for any form of friction.

He doesn’t respond; he gets right to work. He licks up and down my slit, moving his tongue in and out of my folds while he rubs figure eights onto my bundle of nerves. “Mmm, Luke. Don’t stop.” I moan, my hands reaching up towards his soft blond hair, tugging on the strands.

His lip piercing was cold against me, adding to the pleasure. He would poke his tongue in and out of me at a slow pace. He licked up my slit one last time before plunging two fingers into me. “Oh god.” I choke out, unable to speak, let alone tell him how good he was making me feel. 

“I can’t hold on for much longer.”

“Cum for me baby girl. I want to taste more of you.” My thighs clench together as I ride out my orgasm, my legs shaking while a string of moans and profanities leave my lips. He pulls away from me and licks his fingers, moaning quietly. “You taste so good.” My knees go weak and I slide to the ground, Luke’s strong arms reaching out to steady me.

“You okay?”

“Mmm. That was amazing.” My eyes scan Luke’s fully clothed body and I frown. “Those have got to go.” I whisper, gesturing to his clothes. 

“Do what you want to me, I’m all yours,” He smirks. “Shall we take this to the bed?”

I nod at him and he effortlessly picks me up and throws me down onto the soft duvet. I crawl over to him, trying to be as seductive as possible. “Now it’s my turn to make you moan.” I tug his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere across the room, ripping off mine in the process. Sitting down in his lap, I grind my wet heat against his fully clothed erection, leaving a wet spot against his pants.

“Just take it off already.” He growls, his Adams apple bobbing up and down. I yank his pants down to his knees, his throbbing cock bulging out of his boxers. I palm him through his boxers and he moans, my wet pussy soaking through his boxers. I grind on him one last time before I pull his boxers down, freeing his little friend. 

I lower my lips to his cock, pressing a kiss to his tip. I lick the pre-cum off of the tip, licking my lips in the process. He lets out a throaty groan and I smirk, happy with the affect I have on him. I move down to his base and lick up his cock, gently sucking on his protruding vein. I move back to his tip and put all of him in my mouth, swirling my tongue along him as I suck.

His head is thrown back and his eyes are fluttering, his hands on my head, encouraging me to keep going. I massage the parts of him that I couldn’t fit in my mouth. I hollow my cheeks so I can fit more of him in my mouth.

“I’m going to cum, Y/N.”

“I want you to cum in my mouth. Mmm, I want to feel your sweet cum on my face.”

He groans and I can feel him release into my mouth. I swallow every last drop, licking him clean. 

“You’re good with your mouth.” He smirks, pulling me closer towards him.

“I aim to please.”

“You definitely delivered.”

He looks down at me and licks his lips. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Can we please cut the small talk? I want you to fuck me.”

“You know the drill.”

“Are you going to make me beg again?”

“You know what’s up, now get to it.”

“Fine.” I mutter, crawling into his lap. I rub myself against his hard on, moaning softly. “I want to feel your big cock in my tight pussy. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk in the morning. I want to feel you cum inside my wet pussy.” I moan, reaching down to rub my clit.

He stares at me in awe. “That’s really hot.” He mumbles as he begins to stroke himself. I continue with what I started and I move my hips against him again. “Enough with this,” He huskily whispers in my ear. “Let’s get to the real thing.” He smirks, pushing me down onto the bed as he hovers over me.

He runs his cock through my folds, teasing me. “Oh my fucking God Luke, just fuck me.”

“You asked for it.”

He pushes into me with no warning and immediately starts moving. He thrusts in and out of me at a rapid pace, his thumb rubbing my clit at the same time. “OH MY FUCKING GOD, DON’T STOP!” I scream out, my words echoing off the walls of the tiny hotel room. He relentlessly pounds into me, not giving me any time to adjust, let alone breath.

I’m not going to lie, I have imagining what having sex with Luke would be like and let me just say that this is ten times better than what I could have possibly fantasied about. He was amazing. “I’m so close, Luke.” I moan out, replacing his fingers with my own.

“Let it go baby girl, you’ve earned it.”

I let my orgasm take control of my body. It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. My legs were shaking and I couldn’t stop moaning. Luke came soon after me and he collapsed on top of me, our bodies pressed flush against each other.

“That was amazing, you’re amazing,” I whisper. “And I think you’ve succeeded because there is no way I am going to be able to walk in the morning.”

He chuckles. “I’ll take care of you.” He whispers, his cheeks turning pink. Luke roles off of my body and lies down beside me, pulling me into his side in the pro

“Does this mean you’re still going to fuck anything with a pulse?” I question.

“If you still hate me, than maybe. But the real question is do you still hate me?”

“Hmm. I don’t know, maybe.” I tease, sticking my tongue out at him.

“Don’t worry; you can make up your mind when I take you out.”

“Who says you’re going to take me out?”

“Are we seriously going back to this?”

“Maybe.”

“Fine. I’m taking you out tomorrow, no ifs ands or buts. We’re going to have fun and you are going to finally confess your love me.”

“We’ll see about that Hemmings." 

 

Feels Like Home - Quick Luke Fluff

Requested: Aye

Word count: 400

Warnings: none. (Unwanted Luke feels after the drama, maybe, but that’s all fam)

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psychotiero said: senpai make me a luke fluff

„`s that feel nice?“ his raspy voice echoed in my tried ears as I slowly started to wake up to his skilled hands on my back.

In that very moment Luke’s thumb moved across the skin over one very tensed strung of muscles at my shoulders and I moaned out lightly, feeling his lips collide with my shoulder blade and remained there just as long that I could feel his smile against my bare skin.

„thought so…“ his hot breath hit me in a chuckle before repeating his action with his hands on my braced back.

Luke moved my hair to the side a little further and supported himself on his one elbow to have better access to my bare backside, the blanket only covering me from the bottom of my spine downwards.

„You’ve been so stressed lately…“ he trailed off, now starting the massage again, his chest so close to me that I felt his breath over my head.

„…I want you to relax, Sweetheart, can you do that for me?“ he whispered against my hair, pressing a gentle kiss onto it.

I wanted to turn around to face him but Luke nudged me with his nose.

„Nuh nuh nuh“ he urged. „just let me take care of you, Y/N“

Luke’s scarf-skin covered fingers danced along my spine.

„Ugh, I love your skin…“ he gushed, pressing a kiss right between my shoulder blades, sending shivers down my spine before his fingers started working on my strained muscles, making me hum in delight.

„it’s so nice and soft and…“ his actions stopped for a split moment as I felt his tender lips touch the top of my shoulder, his stubbly chin tickling me when he trailed them downwards, leaving open mouthed kisses along my spine and all over my upper back.

„smells so nice“ he ended his point, pressing one last kiss right onto the back of my neck on the top vertebra, nose buried in my messy hair just inhaling and inching closer to me until his chest was flush against my back.

„There.“ he hushed.

„It smells so you. And it feels so you“

His one hand now moved over my side to rub my tummy, letting his soft hand drag itself over my skin.

„Feels amazing…“ he whispered into my ear, pressing a kiss right underneath it on the side of my neck.

„Feels like home“


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