{PART 7} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft Jacskon + the rest of GOT7)

Genre: Angst

Summary: After several tests, the doctor reveals some shocking information that makes Jackson question just how honest Jaebum has been to him about his relationship with you.

Please note that this scenario contains mentions of road/car accidents, cheating, amnesia and comas.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6} {Part 7}

Jaebum let a slight chuckle escape his lips, looking at you as if you had completely and utterly lost your mind – not knowing whether to burst out laughing or take your words seriously. You scrunched your eyebrows close together upon seeing his amused face before hearing the rest of the boys let out nervous laughter, looking between each other as you began to grow more frustrated and nervous.

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Vacation (Part 4)

Summary: In which Tony decides to take the Avengers and you on a trip to Hawaii.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Originally posted by prettystucky

Slowly but surely you ended up having a fun time with Peter as the two of you were snorkeling.

You were able to snap a few shots underwater with the waterproof camera Tony gave you so that was pretty generous of him to buy that for you.

“Y/N, pass that camera over.” Peter mumbled as he came back up from underneath the water.

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anonymous asked:

Hi :) that thick girl imagine made me feel good too!! Can you do another one? The plot is up to you. It can be with dylan or eric or both. Thank you. ☺️⭐️

Sure thing! Here you go! :)

Part 1

“I really need the help you two,” you plead, leaning against the hood of Dylan’s BMW in the school’s parking lot, watching as Eric and Dylan take long drags off of their cigarettes. Eric’s dark circular shades masks his expression, as Dylan squints his eyes in confusion.

“We don’t know anything about dresses,” Dylan stammers, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You slump your shoulders and let out a sigh, hoping that the two of them would offer some insight while shopping for homecoming dresses. Ever since Eric invited you over for the pool party, the three of you had been inseparable, practically doing everything together.

“You don’t have to know anything about dresses, I just need your opinions on what looks the best,” you explain, watching as Eric blows out a long stream of smoke into the air, a smirk on his lips. He flicks the cigarette on the ground and stomps it with his boot, the blackened ashes rubbing against the concrete.

“What’s so bad about watching a pretty girl model dresses?” Eric grins, nudging Dylan with his elbow in the ribs. You can't help but to giggle at Eric’s flirty remark, which makes Dylan break out in a smile. Eric shrugs his shoulders and shoves his hands in his pockets, not seeing the issue in helping pick out dresses.

“Fine,” Dylan gives in, smiling as you excitedly clap your hands together. “I’ll do my best to help,” he adds,pulling out his car keys from his pocket and dangling them in his hands. Eric grins and pats Dylan on the shoulder, walking over to the passenger side door, figuring that the three of you would just carpool together to the mall.

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“What about this one?” You beam, twirling around in a black long sleeve, and floor length dress. Eric and Dylan sit on a bench outside of the dressing room, critiquing each article of clothing you put on to show them.

“I mean, It’s nice-” Dylan begins, his tone polite and sincere. Eric looks at him and rolls his eyes, knowing that Dylan was too nice to give an honest opinion. "You need something spectacular,“ Eric insists, his eyes widening as he moves his hands in the air, emphasizing on his words. You stare down at the plain black dress, skeptical on his remark. “It looks like you’re attending a funeral, not a homecoming dance,” he adds, crossing his arms and leaning back against the bench. You look over at Dylan who gives you a sheepish smile, implying that he secretly agrees with Eric.

“Let me go pick you out one,” Eric insists, stepping onto his feet. You try to stop him, but he blows off your words and continues to weave through the aisles of fluffy and vibrant dresses. Dylan just shrugs and rests his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor while Eric fumbles around with a few racks of clothing.

“Here,” Eric suggests, pulling in a strapless short lilac sparkling dress. The entire front is bedazzled and adorned with hundreds of rhinestones and jewels, causing the fabric to almost shine. He thrusts it into your hands with a grin on his face, proud of his selection.

“I can’t wear this,” you mutter, looking down at the provocative dress, instantly becoming self conscious just by staring at it. Dylan shoots you a sympathetic stare, already aware of the thoughts filtering around inside of your head.

“I promise, It’ll look amazing,” Eric ensures, opening the changing room door for you. Your face reddens at the thought of modeling this for them, unsure of what the dress would actually look like on your body. You slip into the dressing room without another word and begin to wiggle out of your current dress, putting it back on its hanger. The lilac dress taunts you, challenging your self confidence. 

You slip on the dress, pulling it up past your chest until it snugly fits around your body. The skirt of the dress is wide and fluffy, sitting at mid thigh level. You’ve been uncomfortable with your legs, arms, and waist for a long time, and this dress seemed to show off these particular features. Taking a deep breath in, you stare in the mirror in awe, not sure of how to feel about the dress.

“I can’t go out like this,” you mutter out loud, turning around in front of the mirror. The dress was gorgeous, but you were hesitant and reluctant on how it looked on you. A knock on the startles you from your trance, realizing that
you’ve been standing for there for awhile.

“It’s fine, just show us,” Eric assures, a hint of eagerness tugging at his voice. You let out a breath and smooth the crinkles from the dress, then slowly emerge from the room to show Eric and Dylan. You watch as both of their eyes widen at your appearance, their mouth gaping open in apparent shock. Surely
that was a good sign? A grin begins to form on Eric’s face, his eyes scanning you up and down.

“I feel-” you begin, a grimace on your face as you look down at yourself.
“Beautiful?” Dylan interrupts, giving you smile. You can’t help but to blush at his compliment, making you feel a little bit better.

“Your body…” Eric trails off, shaking his head side to side. You glance over at him, skeptical at what he was trying to get at.
“What about it?” You answer defensively, wondering what he was thinking. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, but instead just stares at you, taking the sight in. He looks up at you with a smirk on his lips, clearly not disappointed in his selection.

“Your body looks amazing, and I’m not just saying that. You should always flaunt what you have, and stop being so hard on yourself,” he advises, still smirking at you. His words are kind and sincere, and you realize that
he’s right. You’re being way too hard on yourself. You do a few spins in your dress, Eric and Dylan starstruck at your beauty. Just because you aren’t skin and bones, does not mean that you aren’t in any way less beautiful than anyone else.

I’m Not Mad

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader


Word Count: 1259

A/N: thank u im such a hoe for xmen also this will b an awkward timeline bc im gonna write Charles as a little bit older than Apocalypse but Peter will be about Apocalypse age and itll take place just after Apocalypse so similar timeline but alternate story line bc Charles is older ++ has a daughter lol

Also this is short and not that good im sorry

“heyy, can you write an imagine where the reader is Charles’s daughter and he finds out that she’s dating Peter??”

Originally posted by imaginecabin

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Fantasy 3

I’ve had a naughty thought for a while… Ever since the 1st time I had to bring you your phone charger to your work cause the one you had there quit working. I saw how big your desk was and how everyone is always on the go. So I’ve been plotting how I could make my fantasy come true…. I think that day has finally come.
I get myself all done up and I’m so excited. I normally have a pretty good idea of what your day looks like. I show up just as you are getting out of a meeting. You are beyond surprised to see me but very excited at the sight of me. I close your door behind me and walk over to your desk. As I walk to you, you finally take notice of what I’m wearing…. I have on a crisp white button up shirt, a skirt that has plenty of movement and killer red heels. You raise an eyebrow at me in question of my choice of outfit. But I just smile and continue on my way to your desk… instead of sitting across from you I walk around and you scoot your chair back. I hop up onto your desk right in front of you. Now you have a naughty smirk on your face. You know exactly what I’m here for.
“ Baby do you have time to play with me?? ” it’s the 1st thing I’ve said to you since I walked into the room. You smile and tell me you always have time for me. I uncross my legs and you get your 1st peek of what I don’t have on under my skirt. I wink at you as I as I slide off your desk and onto my knees in front of you… As I’m undoing your belt and pants I’m looking into your eyes. You are 100% with me. “ Love I can’t tell you how many times I’ve pictured fucking you in your office!! ” my words fuel your desire for what’s about to happen. As I slip you out of your pants and into my mouth I almost can’t contain my joy at finally getting to play with you here!!! You almost taste better with the thrill that anyone can walk in. I can tell that you like it too you are already rock hard. I could suck your dick all day and never get tired of it. I love having you in my mouth and feeling the power I have over you. But as much as I love fucking you with my mouth I need to feel you inside me as I am draped over your desk. I get up and unbutton a few button so you can see my pretty white lace bra that hides nothing. I pull the cup down and leave my breasts exposed. You can’t resist and latch onto a nipple and nibble on me. God your mouth feel so good!! I am so wet I need you now!! I pull your head back and you protest but then I bend over your desk and you realize you are about to get something way better then my breasts in your face. You drop down behind me and test my pussy with your fingers and your tongue. You can’t resist me. You know I’m ready and you are just toying with me now. I’m trying to be quiet but damn your mouth is making it hard!! I feel you pull away and start to stand up. Your hand is on my hip and I feel your other hand behind me guiding you in. You thrust home I can’t help but make a noise… the sound of pure joy as you thrust home and are fully seated inside me. Just as you go to pull back and begin fucking me real good your office door opens….
There is absolutely no hiding what is happening my breasts out while I’m draped over your desk and you pressed into my backside so tight it looks like we could be one… as he is staring at us with a mixture of lust and confusion I look at his crotch. He is hard and he can’t hide it. I look back at you and see the look of want in your eyes. The same want I have. The thrill of being with 2 men. And the fact that you want to watch me pleasure another man while you take what you need from me. After our silent communication you look at him and say “ if you want come on in but lock the door behind you ” he looks at me to confirm that I am ok with this. “ why don’t you let me see what your working with. Take him out and put my mouth to work. ” once I give the command he moves into action he is not about to pass up a blow job from his coworkers wife in the middle of the work day. You start to fuck me hard you are even more turned on now. Your coworker has his hard and very impressive dick out of his pants and ready for me. He’s so ready he already has precum dripping from his tip. I pull him closer and you have control of my lower half. As soon as he enters my mouth you fuck into me so hard I feel like we are going to break your desk! But it feels so good I swear I could suck the cum from your coworkers balls right this second. I am so turned on right now. And knowing you are just as hot and turned on just amps it all up. Your coworker is already so close he apparently likes this as much as we do… none of us are going to last much longer and we know it. You fuck me harder and faster and he grabs my head and is full out fucking my face. I am in heaven I’m so close to coming… I can feel both of you throbbing I need you both to cum with me so I suck harder and it works he starts to moan. He tries to keep quiet but he can’t you know that we are all about to cum. You slap my ass hard and tell me what a good girl I am. How you love when your good girl is naughty. You slap My ass again and tell me I deserve a reward for being such a good girl. And as you slap my ass a 3rd time I cum and I cum hard!!!! I’m trying to suck in hair but my mouth is full and he has my head he starts to lose control and is fucking my face rapidly. As I feel the 1st spurt of his cum hit my throat I feel you cumming inside me. Both of you cumin at the same time sets me off again. But really it feels like one long continuous orgasm. Fuck it felt so good. I feel spent. Your coworker pulls out of my mouth reluctantly puts himself away kisses my cheek. Looks at both of us and just smiles says Thank You and leaves. I feel you pull out and you help me stand on my unsteady legs. You turn me around and help right all my clothes. I then watch you put yourself back together. I can feel you inside me. I don’t want you dripping down my leg when I leave here so I pull my panties out of my purse and put them on. This of coarse earns me a raised eyebrow. I know you need to finish your day so you don’t have to stay late. I kiss your cheek and turn to leave. You call my name and when I turn you just chuckle, smile and shake your head. You tell me
You love me and you will see me at home. I leave your office with a smile on my face and I know you are satisfied.

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Everything that doesn’t make sense about me, makes sense when I’m with you

Requested: yes this lovely user did!! Here it is, finally! Hope you like it! xx

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Description: Proposal… need I say more?


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Last Imagine

“Fill My Inbox” - more about that in the A/N at the end

You read the menu and sighed quietly. It all sounded disgusting or excessively fancy for your taste. Honestly, you were just looking for pizza or something with fries. You looked up from the menu with all the cursive letters and saw Michael furrowing his eyebrows, probably looking for the same thing as you. You laughed before putting down the menu and called over the waiter to ask him.

“Do you have anything with fries?” You asked as Michael tried to hold back a laugh. Normally he wouldn’t take you out on fancy dinner, barely take you out, and if he did pay dinner for you, it was McDonald’s or Pizza Hut. Therefore, sitting with Michael in front of you were weirder that you thought it would be. And tonight, Michael seemed tense.

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Here you go whatisyourlefteyebrowdoingdavidThe war continues!
This is part 2 of an unexpected series. Part 1 is here. Coming soon, Part 3: The Apology.

  • *in their hotel room*
  • Molly:*giggling* I had a lovely day. They really thought we were married.
  • Sherlock:*pouring drinks; smiles* We didn't give them any reason to doubt us.
  • Molly:*giggling* When they asked how long we'd been married and we both said nine years. How did you think of that?
  • Sherlock:*offering her drink; shrugs* First number that came to me.
  • Molly:*takes the drink* Haven't we known each other for nine years? *sips her drink*
  • Sherlock:*rolls his eyes; scoffs* Now, Molly, that would be quite sentimental of me *downs his drink*
  • Molly:*shaking her head* I suppose so *pauses* So what's the plan for tomorrow?
  • Sherlock:*replaces his glass; steps closer* A breakfast meeting with the suspect, a stroll on the beach, shopping - I told him you needed new jewellery - then, a meal followed by dancing in the evening *smirks* Sound good?
  • Molly:*smiles* Lovely.
  • Sherlock:*gently brushes her hair out of the way* There is something else that just cannot wait until tomorrow *kisses her* Thank you for agreeing to be my wife, Molly.
  • Molly:*biting back her smile* Now, Sherlock, that's quite sentimental of you.
  • Sherlock:*shrugs* Yes. The thing is, I don't care *kisses her again*

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Namjoon : “You must be the square root of two. Cause I feel irrational around you.*cough* yeah… cause’ I tend to break stuff when I’m nervous a-and you’re just so flawless..”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jin: “Roses are red violets are blue I didn’t know what perfect was until I met you…*blinks* Yeah…Well technically I’m the most perfect , but that’s just a detail * hairflip* “

Originally posted by chokemejimin

Jimin : “Your ass is so nice that it is a shame that you have to sit on it. * smirks* How about we bet on who has the best booty? MY jibooty is willing to win *wiggles eyebrows*”

Originally posted by heavenly-minds

Taehyung : “Can you touch me? I want to tell my friends I was touched by an Angel!!!!Can we take a picture too? Please!!! BRING ME TO MEET THEM VICTORIA SECRET ANGELS TOO!!”

Originally posted by kookie-bts

Jungkook: “Forget about Superman, Batman and Iron man. I’ll be your man.”

3 seconds later

“ * taps your shoulder* You know what? I think I’ll take back what I said about Iron Man.I can’t betray Iron man Y/N. I just can’t. ”’

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Hoseok : “Will you be my girlfrien? I left out the ‘d’ cause you’ll get that later! *giggles* I’m just kidding !! How about we make some sunshines on the way back home instead? OR how about I make your sun shine *smirks*”

Originally posted by minyonngi

Yoongi : “ If I wasn’t  Father Louis Williams Suga Adams The third, I’d be under your spell.I would sin for you and no one else.May the Holy Tree Bless your existence”

Hope y’all enjoyed lolll <3 This was so funny to make lolll

BTW The Holy Tree is my side blog :) <3 Feel free to check it out :)

Here’s the link :

Ah… This month’s Mr.Popularity~ ( ^∇^) I’ve been wanting to draw him. OKAY, HE WAS MUCH EASIER ON PAPER, I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.

Anyways, here you go~   (〜 ̄▽ ̄)〜


Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A boring party leads to jitterbug dancing.

Word Count: 1,425

Warnings: Language, 1940s slang

A/n: I am obsessed with this video so let’s have some Lindy Hop.

Originally posted by sibirr

“This is the most boring party I’ve ever been to.” You sighed, taking the last flute of champagne off a waiter’s tray. You gulped down half of it and observed the guests, they seemed to have a good time.

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded. “But at least you can get drunk.” He finished his fifth glass of whiskey, cursing his fast metabolism.

“I don’t know shit about politics, and I’ve heard their stories a thousand times. Why are we still here?”

Bucky leaned closer to you, nodding his head toward the dance floor. You cocked a suspicious eyebrow, eyeing him from the corner of your eye.

“We’re here to watch America’s favorite senior citizen break some poor girl’s toe.”

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Unrecognizable - Tim Drake x Reader

Originally posted by sugar-dipped

Requested by Anon - an imagine with Tim drake were he is so u see to seeing the reader in jeans and a t-shirt that he almost doesn’t recognize her when she is dresses really pretty at a gala

“Hey (Y/N), can I ask you something?” Tim asked suddenly as you were both sitting in a local coffee shop doing homework. You looked up from your work, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah,” you answered suspiciously. You studied him as he gulped his coffee with a nervousness you had never seen him express before.

“Umm…I was wondering if you knew of anyone who I could take to the Annual Wayne Enterprises Gala?” Tim stammered, his ears burning red. 

A little pang hit your heart at his words as you wondered why he didn’t ask you, but you decided to ignore the feeling. Keeping your face neutral, you shook your head. “No, I don’t know anyone.”

“Oh,” Tim remarked, focusing on his homework again. He wouldn’t meet your eye. “I guess I could just go stag then. Even though, the press won’t leave me alone for showing up without a date.”

You pursed your lips while you played with your coffee cup. “I could go with you if you want?” you suggested. Tim snickered, looking up from his work to study you with amusement.

“You can’t wear jeans and a t-shirt at a event like this, (Y/N),” he chuckled, not noticing how your eyes narrowed until you kicked him under the table. 

“I would dress up,” you retorted with a tiny bit of hurt in your voice. Tim appeared a little guilty from laughing, but a smile was still on his face. “I’m not an idiot, Tim.”

“I know that, (Y/N). I just can’t imagine you dressed up is all,” Tim explained when you kicked him again. He rubbed his leg, wincing from the pain. “I can’t remember seeing you in something other than a t-shirt and jeans.”

You huffed, putting your stuff into your backpack. Tim’s eyes widened at your movement as he laid a hand on your homework to stop you. “I wear t-shirt and jeans everyday, because they’re comfortable. I don’t need to be judged for it.” You smacked his hand from your homework so you could stuff it into your bag.

“I wasn’t judging you, (Y/N),” Tim replied, stuffing his own work into his backpack as you started to march off with your coffee in hand. You exited the shop, focusing on keeping the tears out of your eyes. “(Y/N)!”

Tim ran up behind you, catching your shoulder to stop you. You glared at him. “I don’t want to speak to you right now, Tim,” you said simply as your anger and hurt raged within your heart. 

“(Y/N), I’m sorry I laughed,” Tim apologized, his eyes confirming his genuineness.  “I would love for you to come to the gala with me.”

You studied him for a long moment, the hurt in your heart faded leaving only the anger behind. “I’ll go,” you answered. Tim smiled brightly only to fade when a returning smile didn’t appear on your face.

“Okay…,” he stammered, biting his lip awkwardly. “The gala is on Saturday, so there isn’t much time to get ready, but I bet Alfred would help you out if I asked him.”

“No, I’ll take care of myself,” you responded with determination burning in your eyes. Tim gulped at the sight. “Just email me the details and I’ll meet you there.” You turned to start to walk again, but Tim stopped you again.

“Wait, don’t you want me to pick you up?” he asked, a mix of confusion and hurt on his face. A tiny bit of guilt ate at you, but you did your best to ignore it to keep your face blank.

“No, I’ll meet you there,” you answered with an air of finality. You walked off, leaving Tim to standing there, staring at you with confusion and guilt. A lot of work was ahead of you, but it would be worth it if you could blow his socks off. You’ll see if he’d been laughing then.

It was Saturday, and Tim found himself standing awkwardly outside of the building, waiting for you to arrive. You were late, and Tim had a sneaking suspicion you stood him up. He adjusted his tie as he did his best not to make eye contact with any of the people entering the gala.

He shifted awkwardly, pulling his phone from his pocket to text you again. Cursing himself, Tim wished he had insisted on picking you up anyway. He was so distracted with his phone that he didn’t notice you appearing at his side.

“Hi,” you squeaked when Tim didn’t look away from his phone. He glanced up at your voice, turning to stare at you with wide eyes. You could feel his eyes taking in your dress that highlighted your best features. His eyes lingered on your cleavage before traveling up to your face. You smiled, knowing your hard work paid off.

Tim opened and closed his mouth several times as his face went completely red. “I…I’m…I’m waiting for my date,” Tim stuttered, trying like mad to regain his breath. You simply stared before giggling to yourself.

“Tim, I am your date,” you answered, loving the shock on his face.

“(Y/N), is it really you?” Tim questioned, blinking several times. He rubbed his eyes before studying you again. “I didn’t recognize you since you look so different.” His eyes fell to your chest again.

You rolled your eyes, placing one finger under his chin to raise his eyes to your face. “My face is up here,” you informed, humorlessness. Tim cleared his throat as he used his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his face. “So, do I meet your approval?” You spun around, letting your dress flare out. Tim watched you as if he couldn’t let his eyes leave your figure.

“Yeah,” he coughed, his face was even redder now. “You look beautiful, (Y/N).” You froze at his words, searching his face for any hidden meaning. As Tim’s eyes met yours, you found what you have been looking for.

“Thank you, Tim,” you said with a bright smile. “You look handsome tonight.” Tim coughed again, looking at the ground in embarrassment. 

A long moment of silence fell between the two of you, neither of you were sure of what to do. Slowly, Tim offered his arm to you. He glanced over at you, meeting your eye. You smiled at him before taking his arm as you both entered the gala together. Neither of you knew what the night would bring.

“I can’t believe you did that,” you gasped as Tim drove you home from the gala. 

“Yeah, you can stop saying that now,” Tim sighed, focusing on the road. 

“I can’t believe you punched your brother in the face just because he asked me to dance,” you continued, laughing at the embarrassed look on Tim’s face.

Tim cleared his throat. “Let me tell you Jason wanted to do more than dance,” Tim justified, taking a sharp turn. You leaned into it, adjusting your dress as it gaped open. Tim’s eyes left the road for a moment to take in your exposed skin.

“Eyes on the road,” you warned, glaring at him. Tim gulped, gripping the stirring wheel tightly. “You know Tim if I didn’t know any better, I would have said you were jealous.”

“Me. Jealous. No,” Tim replied. You knew by the twitch of his mouth that he was lying. “I just didn’t want Jason to step on your feet.”

“So, you punched him in the face?” you asked, tilting your head at him as Tim pulled up to your house. “That seems to be a little drastic.”

“It’s fine,” Tim answered, turning off the car. You hummed knowingly as you slowly got out of the car. Tim followed you, walking you to your door. He was quiet for a moment before speaking again. “You look beautiful dressed like that.”

You smiled gently at him. “Thanks Tim. I did this because you laughed at me.”

“I shouldn’t have laughed. I’m sorry,” Tim apologized again, shyly taking your hand. You allowed him, squeezing it tightly. “Though if it inspired you to dress like this, I think it was a good thing.”

Shaking your head, you laughed as you both reached your front door. You stood there, gazing at each other, unsure of what to do. Biting your lip, you rocked back onto your ankles, brushing imaginary dirt from your dress. “So…good night.”

“Yeah, good night,” Tim breathed as he took a step towards you. You stared at him, feeling something pulling you towards him. Something you had never felt before. 

Suddenly, before you knew what happened, your lips met Tim’s for a short, sweet kiss that sent shivers down your spine. You broke apart a moment later, your eyes popping out of your head.

“What did that mean?” you whispered, touching your lips as they tingled from the pressure. Tim did the same to his own. 

“I…I think it means we’re more than friends now,” Tim replied. 

You smiled, leaning towards Tim to whisper into his ear. “I’m glad.” With that, you entered your home, leaving a shocked Tim standing on the doorstep. Once you were inside, you broke down into giggles. Prancing around the room in joy, you sighed with relief. All your hard work paid off.

Tim stood on your doorsteps for several minutes, his mind slowly comprehending what happened. A smile broke out onto his face as he touched his lips again before turning back towards the car. When he was about to enter the vehicle, he winced as he remembered he would have to explain why he punched Jason in the nose when he got home. Smirking at the thought, Tim found himself glad that he finally realized his feelings for you.

Hard Touch

Genre : Smut

Includes the following : spanking, slight dom, and usage of the word daddy

“I’ll take your jacket,” Baekhyun says the moment you two step into his apartment.

“Thanks,” You say, unravelling your scarf then slipping out of your leather jacket, “God Baek, I still can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“If you’re not comfortable you can back out anytime,” He takes your jacket and drapes it on top of his coat hanger, “You don’t have to do this.”

You shake your head, “I want to, I wanna try out new things plus I think I might be into it.”

He raises an eyebrow at your answer, and now he can’t help but think of you having done this sort of thing before. And he certainly didn’t coin you as the type to be into domination considering how headstrong you can be at times.

“So you have experience?” He asks.

Well, you wouldn’t call it experience per say, it more like an accident that just happened to excite you, “Not really no, I’m sure it doesn’t qualify as experience anyways.”

He gives you a cat like grin before placing a hand on the small of your back, “Don’t be shy, I mean you can be, the whole ingenue looks suits you but I’m guessing you aren’t so innocent…”

Flustered by the seemingly innocent words, you can’t help but fix your eyes on the small cactus he has on his coffee table. “It was abit of spanking and a tiny it choking.” You whisper.

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You’re cute when you’re worried,” she muttered. “Your eyebrows get all scrunched together.”
“You are not going to die while I owe you a favor,” I said. “Why did you take that knife?”
“You would’ve done the same for me.”
It was true. I guess we both knew it. Still, I felt like somebody was poking my heart with a cold metal rod. “How did you know?”
“Know what?”
I looked around to make sure we were alone. Then I leaned in close and whispered: “My Achilles spot. If you hadn’t taken that knife, I would’ve died.”
She got a faraway look in her eyes. Her breath smelled of grapes, maybe from the nectar. “I don’t know, Percy. I just had this feeling you were in danger. Where … where is the spot?”
I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. But this was Annabeth. If I couldn’t trust her, I couldn’t trust anyone.
“The small of my back.”
She lifted her hand. “Where? Here?”
She put her hand on my spine, and my skin tingled. I moved her fingers to the one spot that grounded me to my mortal life. A thousand volts of electricity seemed to arc through my body.
“You saved me,” I said. “Thanks.”
She removed her hand, but I kept holding it.
“So you owe me,” she said weakly. “What else is new?
—  The Last Olympian

G’dday, groovy internet people. My name is Alex, and I’m an eighteen-year-old ace from New York. They/them pronouns, please.

This is my third TST, and I think these are the best because I love making new friends. (…even though I forgot to link to my account last time…) Please feel free to message me! My interests include books of all genres, (slam) poetry, ukulele, and anime. (I’m especially obsessed with Ouran lately - I can’t get enough.)