This might be an old issue but I don’t really like Jimin’s abs and here’s why
He chooses them over food
He feels like his self worth is tied to them
So many of his other beautiful physical attributes are ignored because of them
When he has them, it’s all people talk about
People basically ignored the other awesome things about him for like 2 years until he “lost” them
Personal preference, I think his tummy looks better without them <3 (but he’s always gorgeous no matter what)
I really hope that this post is redundant and that he’s okay with not having abs. Because it breaks my heart that he seems to think that having defined abdominal muscles is an integral part of his appeal. But it’s not.
So here are some great things about Jimin (but not all of them because the full list is endless!):
His sunshine eye smile
His lips omg
Animals always like him
His amazing voice
The way he always puts others first
His crazy awesome dancing abilities
The cute way he stands with his feet at a ninety-degree angle
His soulful droopy doe eyes
The Holy Jibooty
His infectious laughter
The way he sits with his knees together and his hands on his knees
Park Jimin is beautiful regardless of how much he weighs and whether or not he has abs and I really hope he knows that, because all of us do!
Prompt: Bruce has to dress up as Santa for a Wayne enterprises event thingy & his S/O won’t stop making xmas innuendos sorta like whispering ‘I’ll make sure that Santa is coming tonight’ to Bruce, winking & Bruce makes sure that they do later on
WARNING: Innuendo heavy. Youngins shield your eyes.
“Well ho ho ho, don’t you look like buffest Santa ever to grace WE’s Holiday party.” You commented as you spotted Bruce coming towards you, now out of his usual suit and tie and dressed in a more festive suit. You couldn’t help but to chuckle at how very un-Santa like he looked. You couldn’t help but to wonder how they managed to convince him to do this.
“Mmmm. This Santa hasn’t had a cookie in two years.” He said approaching you and wrapping his arms around your waist before dipping his head to capture your lips in a quick kiss. “You look amazing tonight.” He complimented.
“Yes well this tree has some extra special trimmings underneath the skirt tonight, if you catch my drift.” You replied flirtatiously with a wink.
“Don’t tempt me.” He said in playful warning. You gave him a devious smirk and against your better judgment continued with your train of thought.
“Play your cards right and I’ll make sure Santa’s coming tonight.” You grinned.
“[Y/N].” Bruce groaned exasperatedly.
“Meet me under the mistletoe and kissing isn’t the only thing we’ll do.” You continued with a confident smirk.
“Are you done?”
“Almost, almost.” You reassured. “When I jingle your bells tonight it’s sure to be a white Christmas.” You said, not able to get through that one with a straight face. Bruce gave you a disappointed look but had an amused twinkle in his eyes.
“Ok, Ok. Now I’m good.” You said through your laughter. Bruce’s eyes narrowed and he leaned in to seductively whisper in your ear.
“Behave tonight and I’ll be sure to give you a sleigh ride you’ll never forget as soon as we get home.” Bruce promised. You couldn’t help the shit eating grin that spread across your face .
“And if I don’t behave?” You challenged. Bruce moved his hand so his finger moved to lift your chin so you were looking him dead in the eyes. The sexual tension between you two burned electric.
“Then I guess you’ll end up on my naughty list.”
“Oh how fun!”
“Mr. Wayne? It’s uh … time.” The event coordinator spoke up looking terribly awkward as he felt like he was intruding on a private moment. You had almost forgotten you were in a public setting. You stepped away from Bruce and nudged him towards the stage. The coordinator handed Bruce a giant red bag filled to the brim with presents he was supposed to hand out to the employees in attendance.
“Go empty that sack babe!” You called after him. Bruce shot you a disapproving look but didn’t respond.
Bruce made a quick speech and made quick work of handing out the packages before returning to your side. You smiled up at him and suggestively ran your finger down his chest.
“So Santa, what kind of package do you have for me?” You asked with a lewd smirk.
“How much egg nog have you had tonight [Y/N]?” He asked with a sigh.
“None.” You responded. Ok, that was a lie. You’ve had a couple but not nearly enough to not realize what you were doing.
“So, are going to come down my chimney tonight or is it going to be a blue Christmas? Because baby, all I want for Christmas is you.” You said with a demanding tone. You were ready to get out of here and start making good on your flirting. Bruce quickly took your hand and led you out of the building to where the car was waiting. The two of you made it back to the manor in record time with you rubbing and teasing Bruce the entire ride home. You had to applaud the man’s ability to control his concentration…
As soon as the car stopped in front of the manor, Bruce got out and rushed over to your door. He opened it and helped you out before grabbing your by the waist and throwing you over his shoulder as if it were nothing.
“Alright you.” Bruce said walking you into the house and up the stairs towards your room.. “You’ve been teasing me all night. It’s about time I do something about it.”
“I take it that I’m on your naughty list tonight?” You retorted with a giggle. Bruce groaned as he carried you up the stairs.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” He groaned. You felt a deep sense of satisfaction in how worked up he was. This was going to be a very merry Christmas indeed.
“What is this?” asks Lukas as he grabs the small piece of paper. Philip looks up from where he had been doing something on his phone.
“Oh, that?” he gives a cheeky grin, and Lukas can just tell that whatever the answer is, it is gonna have him rolling his eyes. “It’s my to-do list.”
And as Lukas had predicted he would, he rolls his eyes. “It’s just a post-it note with my name on it.”
Philip waggles his eyebrows at Lukas, “I know!”
A chuckle escapes him even as he does his best to keep it in. He shakes his head, “I can’t believe you,”
“I know. I’m unbelievably amazing.”
“According to who?”
“You.” replies Philip, a smirk forming on his lips.
“You’re amazing. I mean…you’re awesome.” Philip says in a poor imitation of Lukas’ voice.
A blush appears on Lukas’ face. “Shut up!” he says, adorably embarrassed.
Philip just can’t help himself, he crosses the distance between them only stopping when there’s basically no room between the two of them. He gives a sly smile and raises an eyebrow in challenge. “Make me.”
He intentionally licks his lips, knowing Lukas with follow the movement with his eyes and unknowingly mimic the motion, and surely enough he does. Lukas doesn’t need any other prompting to close the gap between them and slot their lips together.
It isn’t perfect; it never is, but it good. It is them. The kisses they share are playful, a competition of who can get the other to laugh the most into the kisses. Most of the time they are just huffing air into the other’s mouth, hands gripping just a bit tighter where they are holding on to each other’s shirts.
At one point, Philip tugs at Lukas’ lower lip with his teeth, biting down gently. The breathless gasp Lukas lets out, leaves Philip lightheaded for a moment.
Lukas pulls back after a bit, panting, he rubs his hands up Philip’s back, over his shoulders and into his hair. “Alright. I’ll concede; you’re not all bad.”
Prompt: “All the best with the new blog hun! Could I please
request a scenario for Yuri.P and his s/o having a cute lazy day at home in
pyjamas with movies etc?” – Anonymous
“It’s early,” you complained, padding into the hall at the
behest of the obnoxious knocking on the door. You pulled your robe tighter
around your waist, rubbed some of the sleep from your eye, and opened the door.
“Morning,” Yuri greeted.
“I’ve noticed. It’s early,” you repeated, levying your best
scowl. Yuri held up a paper bag in response.
“I brought pirozhki,” he offered, combatting your look with
one of his rare grins. You pursed your lips, looking back and forth between
your boyfriend and his grandfather’s amazing treats.
“Fiiiiiiine, come in, you’re letting the cold in.” You tried
pouting, but it was no use.
“Я тебя люблю.”
He pulled you closer and tried to kiss you, but you pulled away quickly. He
cocked his head and gave you the kicked puppy face that you hate.
“Morning breath!” you exclaimed, already heading back
towards the bathroom. “I love you, too, but morning breath!”
By the time you get back out to the living room, Yuri is
sprawled across the couch, a movie already cued up as he stares down the
pirozhki on the table. You couldn’t help but cackle.
“It might be more effective to pick them up,” you joked, sidling
up beside him. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I have loads of faith in your
telekinesis skills, but—“ You were interrupted by a pirozhok being stuffed into
your mouth and looked up just in time to see Yuri take a giant bite ought of
his own pirozhok.
“Sorry,” he mumbled through a mouthful, “I just didn’t want
to be rude and eat before you.”
“Oh,” you managed, taking a bite and removing the rest of
the pirozhok from your mouth. “Yeah, this was definitely more gentlemanly,
“Love you,” he reminded, still chewing. “So, I’m thinking we
“No! Let me guess!” He rolled his eyes but nodded. You
squinted at him, studying his expression as if it would reveal the title of the
movie. “Okay. I got it.” He watched, a hint of anticipation on his features.
“It’s definitely Frozen.”
You waited for him to laugh or scowl or just generally
react, but nothing happened. Instead, he stared on, looking even more pale if
that was humanly possible.
“Oh my god. It isFrozen!”
You cracked up laughing, shocked and completely amused by his choice.
“Don’t laugh!” he protested, pouting. In response, you
laughed harder. “It’s critically acclaimed! Viktor sings that main song to me
all the time, so I should probably learn the context, or, or, or—augh!”
“Okay, okay, it’s okay, let’s watch it,” you agreed, your
laughter dying down. You put your arms around him and squeezed him close, your
best tactic whenever Yuri was obstinate. Like magic, he pressed play on the
movie with just a bit of grumbling.
A few pirozhki and several songs later, “Let It Go” begins.
You don’t think too much of it until you notice Yuri’s mouth moving. More
precisely, he’s following along with the lyrics. You watch, shocked, for a
moment before cracking up laughing. Yuri looks confused, glancing between you
and the television, until he realizes exactly what you’re laughing at.
“Hey! I just—Viktor—this song is very catchy, you cannot
expect me to stay silent!” His frustration should have worried you, but he
looked so adorable, you couldn’t manage a straight face. “You hate the movie,
“It’s—no, don’t worry about it,” you chuckled, smiling wide.
“(Y/N),” he pouted.
“No, Yura, I love it. I love the singing, I love the movie,
I love you,” you assure, pressing your lips to his. You could feel his frown
turn into a smile and considered it a job well done.
“I love you, too.” He looked at you for a long moment. “(Y/N)?”
“The cold never bothered me anyway,” he said, perfectly in
sync with Elsa. You both laughed until you cried a little.
Boys are disgusting I say as I stare lovingly at Steve Harrington and his beautiful lustrous hair and amazing skin and perfect lips, I hate boys I say as I reblog a photo set of Jonathan Byers wearing a grey jumper.
Sanji was still sleeping soundly, completely clued to Zoro’s back. Zoro however was already half awake, just enjoying the early winter morning. The sun was shining dimply through the curtains, bringing light to the room. A small smile curled on his lips when he felt Sanji’s breathing against his neck. It was amazing to be able to spend Christmas together after all the long months of studying in different cities. He needed to cherish this moment as much as humanly possible.
Oh Jesus I’m having a heart attack okay. Yoongi is so fine like ugh. He’d be such an amazing kisser his lips are so perfect and everything. He’d be lazy with his kisses, lips pushing against yours with such a light pressure it could almost be considered teasing. He’d as slowly as he could kiss your lips before trailing down your neck and over your exposed chest. He’d want to kiss you anywhere and everywhere. His fingers would dip underneath the waist band of your pants or dance up your shirt, palms cold as they grip your hips or waist.
Yoongi would keep the kisses so slow and sensual, not wanting to rush anything. Neither of you had anywhere to be. His lips would linger over yours, slick tongue sliding over your bottom lip just for a second. He’d let out the most beautiful noises holy shit. He’d whine and whimper and moan and cry and groan and grunt, anything you can imagine to show his pleasure. Breathe out an almost silent “ugh fuck” under his breath while you toyed with his clothes and kissed his neck.
Yoongi is a pinner. He hands (God bless them) would hold you against any surface in the house, a wall, the kitchen counter, the door, he doesn’t give a fuck where. As long as he has access to your lips and neck and chest he’s fine. If he’s feeling extra tired, he may just cuddle you close in bed and torture you there.
If somebody walked in, he’d be smug at first. Like yeah you were his girl and yeah you were gettin it the fuck on. He’d smirk and drag his hand up your back, hips pushing into yours to make you gasp and show them who you belonged to. If not smug, he’d be hella annoyed. He’d, like Namjoon, curse out the person and dare them to say anything about it to anyone, or else he’d kick their ass.
“The tree?” Sherlock asks, uncertain. But when he turns to John, John isn’t looking at the tree.
“That, too,” he replies, quiet, a little bit breathless.
Sherlock’s used to John’s praise, the way amazings and fantastics drop from his lips as easy as breaths. But not like this. It’s never been like this before, as simple and obvious as John standing in front of him, the lights glinting silver-bright in his hair, the fire painting him in a golden-rose glow, telling Sherlock he’s beautiful.
The feeling of it burns deep in his chest like lungfuls of embers, until he can’t breathe around the heat of it.
Watching the reflections of fairy lights swimming like silvery fish in John’s river-deep eyes, he wonders if this is what drowning feels like. He wonders if John means it, truly means it the way Sherlock thinks he might mean it. He wonders what he should say. He wonders if time travel is possible and he could spend a lifetime coming back to this night again and again. He wonders what John is thinking. He wonders if he pressed their mouths together and licked inside if he could taste happiness there, if it would be bright and bursting like ripe tangerines or delicate and sweet like candy floss, if it would dance on his tongue crisp and effervescent like expensive champagne or melt in his mouth mellow and deep like good dark chocolate.
He dips his head low without even thinking about it, his body acting on instinct to carry out his desire, and it’s only when John’s lips part in the tiniest gasp that he even realises he’s moved. He pauses, eyes darting to John’s, expecting to find concern or confusion or at the very least hesitance, but instead he only sees openness and anticipation and his own need mirrored back at him.
“Your wife, Y/N, plays Deans girlfriend in supernatural.” The fan muttered. “Do you ever get jealous or upset since they seem to have such great chemistry on screen? How do you feel about it?”
Joseph let out a breath, and nodded his head as he held the mic up to his lips.
“Y/N is an actress. An amazing one at that. I applaud her, the way she really gets into character, one of the reasons why I love her. She’s very passionate about her work.” He stated. “I have met Jensen a few times, he and his wife have had dinner with us and their daughter plays with ours. I fully trust the man.”
Joseph flashed a smile. “I fully trust My wife, and understand it’s just a job. But don’t get me wrong, I’ve told Jensen once or twice to watch his hands or I’ll bring klaus out.” He cackled.