look at his pouty lips

Okay, I gotta fangirl for a minute here. Anyone who has followed my blog for longer than five minutes knows that my all time favorite character is Levi, okay. I love everything about that short, awkward, jaded stress ball and bruh, the animators CAME THROUGH on his appearence this season. 

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I am sure that a majority of us can agree that this^ is easily one of the best shots of Levi in season one, and it truly is a great little scene. His eyes are all intense. His hair is nice and jagged for effect. His lips look all pouty and whatnot. 

BUT FUCKING LOOK AT THIS MAGIC OKAY:

LOOK AT THOSE LIPS Y’ALL. LOOK AT THOSE TIRED, NARROWED EYES AND BASK IN HIS VISIBLE IRISES WHERE YOU CAN ACTUALLY MAKE OUT THE COLOR IN THEM. GAZE AT THAT BOOPABLE NOSE AND ADMIRE THAT INCREDIBLY SHARP ASS JAWLINE. 

THAT FACE BELONGS ON VOGUE

It has been a two year drought of Levi animation in this fandom and I have been THIRSTY AS FUCK, but WIT came through with a sexy glass of cold ass ice water and I am HERE 👏 FOR 👏 IT 👏

This animation quality has me screaming at my laptop screen hype af like

jesus fucking christ yessssssssss fucking stand there Levi. Nod your head and talk boi fucking slay me with your perfectly animated face 

yessss bitch FLIP that cravat
FLIP THAT SHIT
BOI YES

SLAUGHTER THEM TITANS LEVI FuUKCniggksjdjhg

August Burns Red

BTS Taehyung / Words: 6,573 / Warnings: language, smut
@taehyungunicorn requested: Could you do a oneshot where the boys (BTS) have recently moved in next door and Taehyung likes reader. Can you make Tae a fuckboy personality? and one day they go out and Taehyung gets horny watching her eat a popsicle and they go to his place and fuck an he’s super gentle and sweet unlike his bad boy looks?
A/N: here babe, im so sorry this took almost 2 months but I hope you like it! 


You let out a short breath of air and straightened your back after setting down a particularly heavy box - probably containing some random kitchen appliances - and you rested your hands on your hips as you gazed around at your living room. Your life was contained in cardboard boxes that covered the floor and were stacked up on the walls, waiting to be opened and have their contents sorted into your new apartment. The cozy furniture set that your parents had bought as a housewarming gift was the only thing visible, and even the couch and chairs had a few packed items scattered on them for the sake of convenience. In hindsight, you probably should’ve enlisted some more help for the move, but you had been too set on doing absolutely everything by yourself when it came to your new place. You were so unashamedly proud of the fact that you had done the entire lease on your own, and you had high hopes for the new semester and internship ahead of you. You promised to yourself that you’d be unbeatable, and nothing would stand in your way. Not even the ten boxes that were still sitting down two flights of stairs, waiting to be hauled up.

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I Dare You

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 982

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Originally posted by kpop-nado


“Ah, Y/N, please! Pay some attention to me!“

Rolling your eyes, you huffed loudly and threw your phone on the sofa, turning to your best friend who was trying to get your attention since half an hour. “What, Jungkook? What? What do you want me to do?“

Smiling at your question, Jungkook sat up from his strange looking position where his head was dangling down the sofa and his legs were swaying from side to side while he held them up. “Finally! Let’s play a game!“

Shaking your head immediately, you reached back for your phone and lied down on the sofa, scrolling through new messages. "Nope, I’m not in the mood to play your stupid games, Jeon.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N! Please, I’m bored.”

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. You knew that he wasn’t going to stop asking until you gave in, so you placed your phone back down and looked at him. “Spit out, what are we playing?”

You watched how his pouty lips turned into a victorious smirk the minute you gave in to his offer. “W-What? Why are you smiling like that, Jeon?”

“Because we are playing truth or dare without the truth.”

Opening your eyes widely, you shook your head again. “No! Never! I don’t want to die, Jungkook! Not today, at least!”

Jungkook pouted again. “Yah! Come on! Don’t be a little kid and let’s have some fun!”

Raising one eyebrow, you looked at his disappointed face. “If you lose, you have to do everything I want, Jeon. Call?”

Clapping his hands, he stood up. “Call!”

—-

“Are you crazy, Jungkook?! I can’t send this!”

You looked down at the message Jungkook typed in your phone minutes ago  for you to send to Jimin. He was crazy!

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be a whiny girl, you can do it! I’m sure he’s going to love it!”

You looked up at his grinning face, ready to punch him any minute for suggesting such a stupid game. “You’re such a pervert, Jeon. How am I supposed to look him in the face after sending this dirty message?!”

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and shrugged. “That’s not my problem, Love. Either you send it or you lose, it’s your choice.”

Huffing loudly, you hissed before you pressed ‘send’. “I hate you, Jeon Jungkook!”


Knocking on his neighbor’s door for a few times, Jungkook waited for someone to open the door.

After what felt like 20 minutes, an elderly woman opened the door and looked at him with questioning eyes.

“Hello, Mrs. Kim. Ehm.. My toilet is clogged because I always have to go to the toilet so often. Could I perhaps use yours? I really need to go to the toilet..”

The confused expression on Mrs. Kim’s face turned into a kind of disgusted and shocked one.

In order to prevent being the loser of this game, Jungkook looked at her with pleading eyes. “Please, Mrs. Kim. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold it back anymore and I don’t want to pee in front of your doorstep..”

Alarmed, the elderly woman opened the door and yanked the boy inside, closing the door immediately.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was sure that you were laughing your ass off while you were watching trough the peephole of his apartment door.


“N-No! Never Jungkook! I’m not going to put that in my mouth!”

Jungkook laughed at your expression and took another step towards your shaking form. “Why, look at it. It looks so cute, Y/N.”

Running away from him, you hid behind the sofa. “Don’t you dare come near me, Jungkook! I swear to god, I’m going to kill you after you throw that spider away!”

Jungkook smiled victoriously. “Does that mean you give up?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and glared at him as you hissed. “Do you really think I’ll put that thing into my mouth?! Are you fucking insane?! That’s not even fair!”

“I had to lick a fucking cockroach, Y/N! That wasn’t fair either!”

Holding your hands up, you muttered. “Okay, I give up. But please get that thing out of this house, please!”

Jungkook smirked at you before he walked towards the window and threw the spider out of it.

You, on the other hand, sat down on the sofa and tried to calm down a little bit when you realized one thing.

Jungkook never told you what you have to do when you give up or lose the game.

After realizing such an important thing, your head shot up and you locked your eyes with your best friend.

He was standing near the sofa, his hands tucked into his tight jeans while he looked at you with an unreadable look.

You lifted your eyebrows and asked. “What? Why are you looking at me like that again?”

Ignoring your question, he started walking toward the sofa, making you lean back with each step he took. “W-What are you doing, J-Jungkook? Y-Yah, why are you looking like that? Jungkook-”

Before you could end your sentence, he pushed you back on the sofa, making you lie down with widely opened eyes.

Slowly but surely, he started climbing on top of you while you tried to push him away. “Y-Yah! Yah! Yah! What are you doing?! Are you insane or someth-”

When you felt his soft lips on your neck, your breath hitched and your whole body froze.

Leaning back a little bit, Jungkook observed your face and smiled at your hilarious expression.

“You lost the game, Y/N. Therefore, I dare you to kiss me.”

Virtuosa || Peter Parker

Prompt - Y/N is a piano virtuosa and an academic genius, and Peter has the biggest crush on her. He hears her playing in the music room and she catches him, and it’s all fluffy and cute. 

Warning - none, except cuteness and fluffiness!

A/N: this is gonna be so cute guys, you’re gonna love it! Although it’s gonna be really short.

not my gif

Originally posted by marveling-over-imagines

Peter was a pretty smart kid, he got good grades, he paid attention in class, but his mind could not even compare to the mind of Y/N. 

She was the real genius. 

She was mostly quiet during class, not paying attention and reading a book, or there’d be sometimes when he’d catch her drawing in her notebook. She didn’t need to pay attention, she was just that smart. 

She’d read books about biomechanics or neurology, and she seemed to be so engrossed in what she read that she’d never acknowledge the bell ringing. He found it endearing. 

He found everything about her endearing. 

Whenever he saw her, his heart would skip a beat, his face would flush a gentle red, and he could never help the soft grin that would etch its way onto his face whenever he saw her smile. 

Her smile was beautiful, it was perfect. In his mind there were no words to describe the girl that he was so helplessly in love with. 

But she was so far out of his league, the girl was only fifteen and already had a full ride scholarship to the university of her choice. She was already so far ahead of him and there was no way he could catch up. 

He fantasized about one day being the cause of that beautiful smile of hers, to be the cause of her melodic laughter, to just make her happy. He’s done some pretty risky things, he’s fought people who wanted to destroy him, he’s saved countless lives, but going up to the girl he so desperately admired? He could never. 

His daydreams would just have to stay daydreams.

The bell had just rang signaling lunchtime, he was in no rush to go to the cafeteria. His friend, Ned, was absent today and he had nobody to talk to. He walked slowly, dragging his feet. When he walks by the music room and hears the sound of a piano playing. 

Naturally, he was curious as to who was playing the piano so beautifully so he slowly opened the door to the music room. There, sitting on the bench of the large sleek black piano sat Y/N singing and playing a song that he recognized as ‘Ordinary People’ by John Legend.

We’re just ordinary people

We don’t know which way to go

Cause we’re ordinary people

Maybe we should take it slow

Her eyes closed as she sang, her fingers sliding over the keys so effortlessly. Her voice like silk in the wind, it made him feel a certain peace that he only felt while swinging through the city that he so valiantly protected. Undeliberately, he closed his eyes leaning on the frame of the doorway, being completely enthralled by the girl’s dulcet tone.

He was so engaged in her singing and playing that he wasn’t aware of the fact that Y/N had stopped playing when she realized that there was someone else in the room. 

“Peter?” She says.

Her voice startles him, his eyes jerk open and he’s suddenly thinking of ways to get out of the situation without embarrassing himself any further. 

“I’m s-sorry, I was j-just listening, I didn’t mean to- I’ll leave,” he managed to stutter out his words. 

In that moment he wanted to curl up in a ball and die, or maybe cry himself to death, anything was better than enduring this embarrassment. 

“No it’s fine, you don’t have to,” she assures him with a gentle smile, his heart might’ve escaped his chest by how fast it was beating. 

“A-are you sure?”

“Yes Peter, stay.”

His cheeks flushed pink when his name left her lips. 

“You know my name?” He asked, she looked at him weirdly. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I? You’re one of the few people who don’t ask to copy my homework,” she chuckles, the ends of her lips tilting upwards at her joke. 

He couldn’t believe that she was actually talking to him, he wanted to pinch himself but decided against it. If it was a dream, he sure as hell didn’t want to wake up. 

Y/N slid to the left of the bench and pat the space next to her, signaling that she wanted him to sit next to her. He hesitated, but when he saw her waiting for him to sit he inched over to the bench and with minimal hesitation planted himself next to the beautiful girl.

She looked at him with wonder, she had always found him cute. 

She kind of suspected the fact that he had a crush on her. Whenever he’d be looking at her, she’d feel eyes on her, she’d turn to look and he’d turn away. It was more than obvious. 

He would get flustered around every girl, but around her is a completely different story. When he’s around her he can barely think let alone talk. She tried to ask him something once and he couldn’t even make eye contact afraid that she’d see the love in his eyes and the blush on his cheeks. 

She thought it was adorable. She thought he was adorable.

He watched her fingers dance on the keys, her eyes closed and lips singing a song.

“Do you play?” She asked him, it took him a few seconds to realize that she was asking him something. 

He snapped out of his daze, “W-what?”

She giggled. Peter’s heart fluttered at the sound. 

“The piano. Do you know how to play it?” Her lips curled up into a warm smile, and Peter could feel his sanity melting away at how much he loved this girl. 

“No, I don’t,” he mumbled, feeling almost ashamed that he didn’t play the instrument. 

“Perfect. Mind if I teach you a few things?” She asks giving him a questioning look, he shook his head. 

“No, not at all.”

She cracked her knuckles and positioned her fingers over the keys, clearing her throat before beginning to play. 

I’m just a little bit

Caught in the middle

Life is a maze

And love is a riddle

I don’t know where to go

Can’t do it alone, I’ve tried

And I don’t know why

She sang so beautifully. The song was different than the last one, this one was more upbeat and showtune-like. But he just couldn’t help but smile. It seemed as if that whenever she’d start to play, a smile would automatically replace the expression she had before. He loved that. 

Slow it down, make it stop

Or else my heart is going to pop

Cause it’s too much, yeah it’s a lot

To be something I’m not

I’m a fool out of love

Cause I just can’t get enough

She stopped, she genuinely wanted to show him a few things. She wanted to share her favorite hobby with the boy infatuated with her. They both knew that he’d never actually learn how to fully play the instrument, but it was worth a try. 

She talked him through the names of the keys, and other basics. He hung on to every word she said because she’d never talked to him this much, and he loved hearing her soothing voice. 

They’d joke around as Peter continuously messed up.

He had never talked to her as much as he was now, and she loved hearing him speak just as much as he loved her hearing her speak. 

They both played different keys on opposite sides and laughing at the discordant sounds, but when their fingers accidentally touched in the middle, she finally sees him from a new perspective. 

They turn to glance at each other, but their stares stay. She’s, for once, able to look at him. His features, how fluffy his hair looked up close, his pouty pink lips, his wonderful chocolate brown eyes. They were so close that Peter was afraid she could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest. 

‘God, he’s attractive,’ she thought. 

He couldn’t help the thoughts penetrating his mind, she was just so beautiful. He decided to make a move. 

He was ready to say something, to confess his love.

But the bell rang. 

With hesitation, she moved her hand from his and stood up grabbing her belongings. His lips contorted into a frown.

She turned to him, “Come on, don’t wanna be late to class now, do we?” She grinned. 

She waits for him and they walk out of the music room. Together. 


A/N: alright I know the ending sucked major testicles, I’m sorry, but it was cute. Right?

Versace on the Floor (pt. 2)

Jimin x you

After a night of partying and spilled drinks lead to royal heir Park Jimin entering your life, he’s insistent on making it hard for you to get rid of him.

Pt. 2/5, rated K for Kill me, Jimin

Oh, baby, look what you’ve done to me
Look what you’ve done now
I’ll never leave if you keep holding me this way

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So Much For The Genius (Pete x Reader)

Character: Peter Parker (Holland)

Fandoms: Spiderman and a bit of Iron Man

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Fluff

Title: So Much For The Genius


Requested by anon:

If ur still taking requests could u do Spider-Man with Holland n he’s very smitten w u n every time he is around u he’s a loss with words. Tony notices n realizes he has a crush on u so he tries to help him out. When u see him Peter can never talk properly or without embarrassing himself or making things awkward. Ur helping Peter learn how to fight n he finally takes initiative and kisses u.

Requested by anon:

Heeey! Couuld iii req a peter parker (tom/andrew u choose) where she is mad at him and ignores him, his texts, everything. And he tries his best to reach her, and just desperately wants her to talk to him again. Thank you!


Peter felt himself blushing when he noticed Y/N was walking the hallway. And his heart sped up when her beautiful eyes fell on him and the most gorgeous smile coming from her mouth lighted up the place.

“Hi, Pete!” Cheerfully, she walked over to him.

He stood next to his locker, keeping his glance locked on the depths of it. Staring at the books and notebooks inside it made it easier not to glance at her. Because just the sight of her warm eyes and her bright smile made his insides stir nervously and excitedly. And that caused him to be speechless and make a fool out of himself. He was just smitten with Y/N.

“Hello, Y/N” The boy replied absently, trying his best not to be clumsy or somehow embarrass himself.

“How are you?” She casually leaned her shoulder on the wall and Peter could feel her stare on him.

Feeling his voice shaky and himself jittery, he just shrugged. Y/N sighed and crossed her arms in annoyance.

“What is with you lately?” She tilted her head to the side in confusion yet a mild annoyance lingered on her attitude.

“Wh-what?” He gulped as he reluctantly took his head out of the locker and closed it with a shaky hand. “What?”

“We’ve been friends for a while now, but…” Their eyes finally met, so she bit her lip in deep thought as she observed him in an attempt to figure him out. “Lately you’ve been acting strangely. And don’t tell me ‘it’s complicated’ again”

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For Us

Happy birthday, Danny Boi! I know it’s already June 12 in the majority of the world, including the part Dan’s in, but it’s 10:00 PM on June 11 where I am sO I’M GONNA KEEP THE CELEBRATION GOING WITH A FIC!!!


Description: It’s Dan’s 26th birthday and he’s feeling a bit existential. But Phil comes along with the ultimate day and the ultimate present to cheer him up.

Genre: Extreme fluff 

Warning: Some potential existential crisis-starting material 

Word Count: 1330

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[Recap] Jikook/Kookmin in BTS Gayo track 13

Hello everyone~, I’ll try to make it quick and short as usual, but I might fail as usual too xD

Again, please don’t take everything here too seriously.


Let’s go!!! Bangtang gayooo~~~~

Our Jungkook is already distracted right from the start, I wonder who he’s staring at?

Still distracted to the point he’s the latest to do the introduction 👀👀

Staring contest, what’s new? The way Jungkook dances to Dope cutely then Jimin lazily moves along tho 🐥🐰😆😆

Jungkook ah~… your expression… 미안 xD

Everyone, say hi to the new God of Destruction ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Jimin is guiding Monie to juggle.

Jungkook’s no.1 notp strikes again, how can he miss the fun?

Time to show who’s the man.

Lol Taehyungie is not impressed (he said Jimin did better, awwww best friends ♥)

Jimin is having fun tho. As expected of him, everything Jungkook does amuses him ♥

Jimin is having fun again, thanks to Jungkook’s “Kimchi kimchi ya ya jja jja” lol, I did too xD

Let’s skip forward a bit, I mean I don’t wanna go as far as capturing everything, sorry ><

But apparently Jimin took Taehyung’s answer and got it right so he thanked Taehyungie (awwww~ ♥), but he thanked Jungkook too? I have no idea why? Probably because Jungkook didn’t run as fast as he could (he looked to Jimin’s side before running). Anw, don’t trust me, I’m biased xD.

Single Ladies killed me tho, I didn’t know that it sounded like that haha.

Jimin’s high-pitched laugh at 5:59 tho, ah my hearteu 💙💙


Congratulations, Jeon Jungkook-ssi! Once again, you just proved that your PhD in Jiminology wasn’t just for decoration!

While everyone else including Jimin is busy inspecting Jimin’s picture, Jungkook is at ease preparing for his buzzer.

(please don’t be distract, friends, look at Jungkook, remember to look at Jungkook, don’t lose your focus elsewhere, I’m not responsible for anything, okay~? xD)

Well, can’t expect anything less from Jimin’s biggest fan right? He walks away like it’s no big deal getting the answer (in relation to his Jiminie hyung) right, and Jimin is impressed af

JK *proud af*

Never forget their high-five 🐥🐰🌺

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Flower boy - Florist!AU

A/N: I know I haven’t been active in like 200 years but I’m back with this for you guys, credits to @doreimefasolaxiumin for sending me this au idea! This is for youu.


Working at a flower shop allows you to see the crevices of the human condition. Lovers gifting bouquets as a token of love and affection, bouquets to mourn a person’s death or a bouquet to put someone in a special light - for example a son or daughter’s graduation.

These are only the common reasons why people enter this small flower shop, however from time to time a strange costumer decides to pay a visit.

It was a quiet Tuesday when you were watering the white lilies who just got in a few hours ago. They were beautiful, and with the water sprayed on them even more beautiful as they caught the light. It will probably take a few more days for them to fully bloom but that doesn’t matter - you can admire them from behind the counter.

Suddenly, there was a familiar ring indicating a costumer entering the shop. “Welcome!” You greeted the costumer dressed in casual clothes and a low snapback, but didn’t get much of a reply. Instead he charged forward towards you and slammed twenty bucks on the counter with a loud bang.

The next thing he said had you in shock.

“How do I passive-aggressively say ‘fuck you’ in flower?” He stared at you with serious eyes.

You have heard it all before. Costumers asking for a certain meaning they want their flowers to express like ‘I love you’ or ‘I miss you’. Honestly, flowers having a language is the biggest bogus ever, but hey whatever sells, right?

Instead of giving a serious answer, which you opted but decided not to, you grabbed for a little note pad and started scribbling. “I don’t know what you are going through.” You replied, “But I know a guy who can help.”

You slide the paper across the counter and the stranger stares at you with incredulous eyes. “Look, you must think I’m joking, but I’m serious.”

“Okay..” You slide the paper back. He seems serious. You finally take a moment to get a good look at the stranger and conclude he’s quite the looker. His lips are pouty, his hair messy and his skin is milky. There’s a strong men-scent coming from him which is probably some perfume or deodorant but it’s not all chemical - actually it smells minty.

He is still staring at you, but now that you know he’s hot you start to grow a little nervous.

“So.. is it.. fuck you in a salty kind of way.. or the sexual kind?” You ask, and the strangers lips begin to pull. His serious face is gone and replaced by a smile he’s holding back.

“I wish it was the latter - but oh god no. It’s in the 'fuck you - how dare you, I hate you’ kind of way.” He places a hand on his hip and leans forward. “Why..?” There’s a cheeky smile on his face.

“I mean.. how should I know.” You walk away from the counter and start to collect three kind of flowers. Geraniums for stupidity, orange lilies for hatred and yellow carnations for disappointment.

He doesn’t say much after so instead you try to converse with the strangest costumer you have ever met. “I have never been asked such a special question.. 'fuck you’ in flower.. how did you even come up with that?”

“I’m a creative guy.” He shrugs and you roll your eyes.

“Seriously, why would you even want to spend money on someone you despise?” You hand him the bouquet after he has paid.

“My best friend Park Chanjerkface decided to tp my room and today is his anniversary with his girlfriend, but he totally forgot. So he asked me to get a bouquet. So, this is my sweet revenge.” You don’t quite understand him - or his friend but you are smart enough  not to ask any questions. Especially because this revenger is incredibly lame - yet sorta creative. “I want him to burn in his girlfriend’s anger.” He flashes a bright smile.

You try to turn the bouquet into something beautiful but the costumer stops you and says that goes against the whole message.

So you try to mess the whole thing up and you discover that your handsome costumer is quite the chatterbox. He introduces himself as Byun Baekhyun and begins to talk about his life as an university student. While you are working on the flowers he tells you he’s actually really into singing, he has a dog and he actually likes his friend despite wanting to strangle him.

You can see he is passionate and a energetic person, and you find yourself laughing to his lame jokes - which he blames the leader of his student house for.

About five minutes later you’re finally done and you hand him the bouquet. “Will that be all?”

“Yes,” he beams and takes the bouquet from your hands. You feel a little disappointed when you see him open the door of the stop.

But you don’t hear the ringing of the bell.

“Actually no.” He stops and turns back. What is he doing? “Can I get another bouquet with another message?”

“Sure.” You smile. “What message?”

He grins and you get curious. “How do you say 'Will you go out with me?’ in flower?”

A/N: If ur curious for the post I got this idea from: link 

Crimewave

Sneak peek at the JayTim one-shot I’m working on for jaytimweek!

NSFW

“Sometimes I think you want to eat me,” Jason said, examining a mark on his stomach, still wet from Tim’s mouth. It was purple and red and pretty, and soft around the edges; a flower petal blown off the stem during a rainstorm, clinging damply to Jason’s skin.  

Tim didn’t answer. Instead, he bent his head down over one of the scars near Jason’s hipbone and bit down.

“Jesus,” Jason huffed out, bookended by a curse word or two. Something vulgar that made his pouty lips look indelicate in the handsome cut of his face.

“Does that mean you want me to stop?” Tim’s lips ghosted over one of Jason’s nipples.

It was a rare, lazy Sunday morning, an entire day free of responsibilities waiting for them beyond the bedroom door. When Jason had woken up, Tim had already been waiting for him, watching for the moment his breathing changed.

Now, Jason’s body jerked under the ticklish, teasing pressure. Tim felt Jason’s hands flutter for a moment to hover over the back of his head, only to fall helplessly to the bed sheets. “No.”

When Tim glanced up, Jason’s head was thrown back and the tendons in his neck were straining against soft, dewy skin. Watching Jason like this was Tim’s favorite thing, a narrow opening into the locked pleasures of Jason’s mind; a sliver of blue moonlight spilling into an empty bedroom.    

“Beautiful,” Tim huffed between the valley of Jason’s collarbones.

A startled gasp.

Tim lifted his head fully to stare at Jason’s half-lidded eyes. In answer, he brought his hands up, soft palms and callused fingers, to cup the sides of Tim’s face. Thumbs stroked over Tim’s cheekbones, making his skin warm.

“What do you want?” Tim asked, ducking his head so he could rub his lips against Jason’s wrist.  

Ordinarily, Tim considered himself a reasonable, practical person. The mundanities of his daily persona wrapped up tightly in a sharp-looking suit, rigid manners and tightly contained boredom. Yes, to this investment. No to lunch in Park West, even with the view of Gotham River and the surrounding highrises. Push the level 20 elevator button to his top-floor office; push ground when it was time to leave.    

But he’d learned something new about himself these past few months. The carefully constructed control he’d painstakingly built over the years was dust in the wind of Jason’s hitched breaths.

“I want…,” Jason sighed, pulling Tim’s face closer to capture his lips briefly. “You could do anything.”

Jason’s voice was a lightning strike on Tim’s body. He yielded to Jason’s kiss until the words blossomed into something too sweet and dangerous to name, leaving the taste of smoke on his tongue.

Tim moved down the bed until he was between Jason’s legs. He ran his palms up and down the powerful muscles of Jason’s thighs, stirring the light dusting of downy hair.

“Anything, he says,” Tim mocked softly, his hands stilling on Jason’s knees, his lips skimming the taunt, thin skin just below Jason’s bellybutton. “Where’s your sense of self preservation?”

“With that mouth?” Jason laughed, the sound sliding like warm honey down Tim’s spine. “I’d be stupid to give you less.”

Tim smiled, settling down more comfortably between Jason’s legs. He could still remember the first time they’d done this, hurried and frantic, both too desperate for it to even fully undress. You’re lips are going to ruin me, Jason had said against his mouth. You ruin me completely.

When Tim pulled back the thin white comforter from his waist, Jason was wonderfully naked. His cock was hard, thick and pretty, curved against one hip.  

“Anything,” Tim repeated, pretending to think. Pretending like he hadn’t already imagined forty different ways to fuck Jason since his first opened his eyes, each passing thought more intoxicating than that last.

“I have some ideas,” Jason volunteered, his voice low and promising. “If you’re having a hard time.”

“Would that turn you on?” Tim asked, sliding his palms further up Jason’s thighs. “Me doing whatever you say?”

Jason’s strong fingers twisted gently in Tim’s hair. “I’m already turned on.”

“I noticed.”

“Very perceptive, Detective.” Jason stretched, trying to bring his hips back into contact with Tim’s heat. “Gonna read me my rights next?”

“Why?” Tim asked, before his mouth found the soft skin on Jason’s inner thigh. “Have you been bad?”

Date #7 (M)

Author’s Note: Recently, I’ve been struggling with my writing and each time I read a scenario from these awesome writers on here, I go, “damn, why do I even bother” because let’s be real, I’ll just be one less shitty writer that stops writing because she sucks socks. Writer’s block hit me real bad and I considered looking for another thing to love like, sports or something lol. 

Which is why I’m dedicating this scenario to Rys @optosomnio (surprise ayy) who’s been really encouraging and sent me a bunch of prompt/quote blogs to help me get over the problem. And I got my muse back mostly because of the countless prompts and quotes I went through and this scenario happened. Also ily rys <3


Jeon Jungkook. 4 641 words. Fluff + M for implied smut.

❝ Tired of waking up in strangers’ bed every morning or leaving at an ungodly hour to wonder the streets, Jungkook comes to you with an irresistible proposition; “So date me. I can make you forget about Taehyung and you can help me understand what it’s like to be in a committed relationship for once ─seven dates, just seven dates.”❞


You’re not quite sure why, when Jungkook, clad in black skinny jeans, denim jacket over plain white t-shirt that does a generous amount of justice to his chiseled chest and side parted dark locks that makes him more attractive in your eyes, approaches you with a smile that oozes confidence, borderline smugness and emanates the sweet scent of trouble ─a surge of warmth sweeps through you and makes home in every crevice of your heart, definitely lacking the usual eye roll or inquisitive, faux ignorant, arch of brow.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay.” He whispers from next to you, voice so velvety, brushing your skin like divine satin.

“First off, no pet names. Second off, I must be crazy for agreeing to this, Jeon Jungkook what have you done to me?” You sigh, exasperated.

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Higher (pt 1)

Originally posted by rxxbinc

Member: Exo Suho/Junmyeon

Type: Fluff/Angst/Future Smut

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

He didn’t recognize you.

Then again, it had been years. How could he remember? You probably looked different now, or he was just too busy to notice. Or something like that.

You stepped forward slightly, trying to get a better look at him to make sure you weren’t mistaken about his identity, but you knew it couldn’t be anyone else. He stood with one hand in his pocket, his free hand holding a large phone that he idly tapped away at with his thumb.

Your gaze landed on his forehead, and you remembered how he’d always wear his hair down when he was younger. Now it was swept up, making his face even more handsome than it already was. Your eyes trailed down his front, wondering how someone could look so formal so effortlessly.

“Do you need something?”

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Few Words

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

pairing: yoongi x reader
words: 514 
genre: fluff
description: Yoongi is a man of few words, but he always lets you know how much he misses you


a/n: this is my first scenario, i hope you guys like it! 


It was that (un)fortunate habit Yoongi had to envelop you into a kiss as soon as he laid eyes on you. His hands always attached to your sides, almost like he was trying to keep hold of reality. And your breath would leave you, abandoned - like he took all your oxygen.

You, of course, never complained. You loved the lightheaded state Yoongi would leave you in.

And today was no different. You arms thrown around his neck and his face buried in your own. It had been too long since you last saw him. You didn’t want to let go of him, for fear that he’d leave again. You muttered how much you missed him and he only hummed against your skin.

He pulled away enough to look at you, the softest smile grazing his pouty lips. Butterflies ignited in your stomach and you bit down on your lower lip out of nervousness, before stuttering over your questions about how the tour had gone and if he took a lot of pictures while away. Yoongi only chuckled softly and his eyes shifted down to your lips. His hands squeezed your sides slightly and your heart jumped in your chest, his hands almost tickling. Your questions slowly trailed off into the air.

Yoongi leaned in, his hair tickling above your eyebrow. Your eyes, instinctively, closed and time almost seemed to come to a halt.

His lips were soft against yours, with gentle presses on your lips. His lips were slightly dry but with each kiss, moisture returned to them. He was careful with each kiss and your knees wobbled beneath you. They were soft, small, short - almost too short - kisses, like he was afraid to ruin the moment with more. His fingers continued to squeeze your waist, pressing his hips against yours so there was no room, no air left between the two of you. His thumbs drew circles against your shirt and the warmth colored up your cheeks with a rose hue. Each passing kiss, your breath kept leaving you. Inhaling was pointless because his greedy lips swallowed any attempt to breathe. You tangled your fingers in his mint locks, trying to stay rooted —

Then all sensation was gone, your lips left empty and if you weren’t holding him, or him, you, you’d think he was gone. You opened your eyes, staring blankly at his face, his, now swollen lips.

“I missed you,” Yoongi drawled, his voice hoarse — gravelly even — dropping several octaves.

It was that tone - raspy, raw - that caused your heart to skip several beats. Almost like it was a secret, that he only wanted you to know and in reality, he did only want you to know. Those words were only for you and always for you. The erratic beat of your heart thumped against your chest, and you were so sure he could hear it.

“I - I missed you too,” you whispered, breathless. If you spoke any louder, your voice would fail you.

He pressed his lips on yours and the taste of mint hit you all over again.