please take your shirt off

Ink my Skin

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Teens and Up
Summary: Steve wants to draw on Reader’s skin and she doesn’t expect what she sees in the mirror.
Words Count: 1.5k
Genre: Fluff!
Warnings: none.

Special thank you to @punkrockhippiefromthefourties for being my beta! xx

Originally posted by baylee004

As you sat on one of the two armchairs in your bedroom, you tucked your leg under the other while your bare feet rested on the edge of the coffee table. You held your tablet in your hands with your earbuds in your ears, watching your favorite show on Netflix.

You had come back from an assignment only a few hours ago and all you wanted to do was have some time for yourself and your boyfriend, Steve. The breaks from work were rare since you had joined the Avengers a year and a half ago, but the good side was you had found a family and a loving boyfriend.

Being with Steve wasn’t easy; sometimes he’d be a workaholic with his light obsession for the orders and rules, which affected your relationship because you couldn’t spend any day together like a normal couple without being interrupted. But, you knew that when you officially became a couple six months ago. When you had joined the team, Steve wasn’t looking for a relationship and neither were you, but being friends with him made you realize that maybe there was something important behind all these harmless conversations in the middle of the night and those loving glances you threw at each other when you were in the same room.

Little by little, you gave yourselves a chance and it worked. You really liked each other and even when no one had said the L word, you knew that Steve cared about you and he would give anything to stay with you. There was an obvious meaningful passion between you two, but you kept things slow as you were willing to build something serious together.

At this late hour of the afternoon, you knew Steve was still debriefing the mission with some of your teammates. He was probably checking his report before he’d join you in your room like you had asked him to. It was very common; he liked to finish everything just to be sure that he wouldn’t be interrupted when he’d be by your sides. You could confess that you liked this side of him and you understood because you’d do the same. It was your job after all.

“Y/N?” You heard the super soldier’s voice behind your door as he knocked softly. That was something you admired in his personality, even if your relationship had already become very intimate, he’d always give you some privacy.

“Come on in,” you chuckled and he closed the door behind him once he had gotten inside. “Hey.” You smiled and he kissed the top of your head tenderly.

“Hi.” Steve sat next to you and appreciated for a second the relaxing message your body gave. “I’m sorry, I’ve been busy… Tony wants to throw another party to celebrate the awaited end our last mission.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Well, I wasn’t either,” he laughed and you noticed the way his eyes lingered on your figure. He detailed everything from the way your legs shone with the sun and how adorable you looked with your tablet sitting on your lap as the only earbud you had removed went lying on your chest.

“You mind if I take a photo of you?” He asked and you blinked, unsure. “I want to draw you right now ‘cause I know that when you’re on Netflix, you can’t stay in position.”

“Go ahead.” You smiled and mentally noted how good it felt to finally see him peaceful, having some rest like everyone else. “Like this?” You shifted your weight a little and then moved your legs

“Uh… can you go back to that other position, please?” He looked at you with a hand on his chin and finally stood to take the camera Natasha had offered him. “It was the best angle with the light on your skin.”

"Sure.” You felt the butterflies flying in your stomach and you took back your previous position. “Is it okay now?”

“If you could move your head a bit more on your left.” He zoomed in and you did as you were told. “Yeah, just like that. Thank you, doll.”

After he had resolved some problems with the camera, he eventually held it in front of his eye and captured the smile he had learned to love dearly. As he looked down at the result of his work, he felt his heart beating faster when the same smile he missed when you weren’t around him was showed to him perfectly.

“Am I funny?” He asked, looking up at you through his ridiculously long eyelashes as he heard you giggle.

“I just realized how lucky I am to have you,” you cooed. He came closer to you and leaned to leave a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I fell for you first,” he whispered and you parted your lips to say something before he cut you off. “You know what? I think I have an idea. Wait a minute, I won’t be long!”

“But-” Your desire to protest found no relief as he rushed out of your bedroom. Raising an eyebrow, you tossed the tab on the bed and wondered what he had exactly in mind.

“Here.” Steve walked back inside the room and closed the door. “I’ve found it,” he exclaimed happily with his favorite black marker in hand.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he sat on the chair beside your desk.

“Can I draw on your skin?”

“What?” You scanned his eyes, trying to find some humor inside. “I mean- I… I’m flattered, really, but usually, people draw on papers, you know.”

“I know,” he laughed nervously and shrugged nonchalantly. He would always do this when he was flustered. “Trust me on this one, you’re gonna like it.”

“Uh… all right, I was done with Netflix, anyway. Let’s do this!”

“Come and have a seat.” Steve put a stool in front of his chair and patted the wood. You got comfortable on the furniture as your back faced him and you waited for the next move.

“Take off your shirt, please.” He asked in your ear and you nipped your lower lip between your teeth. You slowly got rid of your favorite material and let it fall at your feet, exposing you in your sports bra.

“Where are you going to draw?”

“Here.” You turned your head to the side as he touched the part of your skin next to the shoulder blade.

Steve kissed your skin slowly, breathing in as if he wanted your scent to intoxicate him. You closed your eyes and a shaky breath slipped through your mouth as his finger roamed over your spine methodically. Your senses tingled your skin as you felt his warm lips trailing light kisses from your shoulder up to the back of your neck.

“Sorry, I wanted to do this first.” By the tone of his voice, you knew he wore this boyish grin on his face.

As a hand encircled your waist, your boyfriend began to move the pen on your skin with all his tenderness. The black marker moved as though it danced slowly on your body. You felt the cold ink giving you sweet chills, contrasting drastically with his smooth and warm hand touching up to your side. As if he knew what went through your mind, Steve leaned to blow some air on the ink and you arched your back unwillingly.

“Stop moving.”

“Your hand is tickling me,” you pointed out and he poked your hip. “Steve!”

“Stay still,” he chuckled and you pressed your lips together. “Have I told you how beautiful you are today?” He asked and you pretended to search your mind.

“I can’t seem to remember.”

“Well, you’re gorgeous, Y/N.”

Your boyfriend remained focused on drawing on your skin another long minute where he strategically altered between sweet nothings and careful caresses. He eventually put the marker down on the desk with a proud smile on his beautiful face and a new excitability.

"Finished!” Steve blew on the fresh ink to dry it and stood up. “You can see it.”

You stood from the stool with an excited beam and Steve took the mirror you always kept in your drawer. As he held it behind your back, showing your shoulder, your head moved over to discover his work.

You gasped silently and brought a hand to your mouth as you took the time to process everything. Steve looked into your eyes with hope each time you read the inscription written on your skin.

I love you… Perfectly written in decorative hand while a small drawing of Captain America’s shield gave this personalized meaning.

“Steve.” You were speechless for a short moment. You thought how ridiculously cute and unexpected from him it was, but you mainly couldn’t contain your feelings anymore.

“So…?” Steve asked, rubbing the back of his neck with a light blush and you turned to face him. You took the mirror from his hands and tipped on your toes. You sealed a  passionate and meaningful kiss on his lips as nothing else mattered at this moment.

“I love you, too.”

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Bad Idea

Characters: Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean and reader have sex for the first time (together, not first time ever).

Word Count:  3041

Warnings:  Smut and Language

A/N:  This was inspired by an anon ask for more light-hearted, less kinky, more playful sex. I decided to make it more realistic for once, not everything is perfect. Sex is sometimes awkward and strange while also being awesome. So here you go.

Tags are at the bottom. As always, feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by dean---winchester---imagines

Bad Idea

I’m not really sure who kissed who, to be honest. Just a few minutes ago, I was up to my elbows in dishes, scrubbing dinner away. Now Dean’s lips are on mine, his hands roaming freely beneath my shirt, exploring my skin.

I mean, I did splash him with the water. And he did kinda chase me around the kitchen to exact revenge. And we were sorta flirty about it all. But we always have been. It’s just us, just the way we are together. Have you seen Dean Winchester? Of course I’m going to flirt with him.  

But now I’m pressed up against him, my head spinning in the most wonderful way. There are good kissers in this world and bad kissers. I’ve experienced both. Dean’s kisses, they take my breath away. His lips mold to mine, his tongue dances along mine, he tastes like beer and pie. Kinda like you’d think he would.

Listen, I wasn’t really expecting my night to go this way. Maybe I should have seen it coming, we clearly have some sort of chemistry, but I thought maybe Dean was too professional to hook up with a hunter he was living with.

Anyway, like any of that matters now. His lips are on mine, his hips are pressed to mine, my fingers are running up and down his biceps. So here we are.

Eventually, we have to come up for air. We’ve been attached at the lips for what feels like an eternity. Time is irrelevant during a good make out session. I can feel the heat stinging my cheeks, it’s like a tiny acrobat is doing millions of somersaults in my belly. My heart is thud-thudding so loudly it’s a wonder Dean can’t hear it.

He grins at me - is that a bashful smile? From Dean fucking Winchester? This man oozes confidence and sexuality, and now he’s looking at me like…that? Impossibly, my heart races faster.

His green eyes meet mine as he clears his throat. “Do you wanna…keep going?”

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Tom Holland x Medical Student (Y/N)

I’m going to be starting a new fanfic/imagine. It will be about our so beloved British boy, Tom Holland and a simple girl Y/N, who is a medical student.

Short Summary:

Tom and Y/N meet in a rather unexpected way. Y/N is a medical student doing an internship at a hospital, on that day she was assigned for the emergency department. Somehow Tom gets into that same hospital and meets Y/N. They kick it off instantly, but how will their story develop?

By the way I don’t seem to find a title lol. If you have any suggestions, I’d be really thankful. ENJOY ;)

 Part 1 

Today I was feeling great. I loved my job so far it gave me the possibility to see into all the diverse spheres of medical specialisations, which was very useful since I still hadn’t decided what to study.

I had had 4 coffees, which is a personal record. Soon my shift would be over and I’d be going home get ready so that I could go out with my friends. It was my friend’s birthday and I promised I’d go out with them even, if I’d rather stay at home and get some sleep. But what should I wear tonight…?

“Y/N can you come over to see some patients” my supervising doctor called me over, I snapped form my day dream and rushed to where I was needed.

The doors of the emergency room opened. People were shouting out of the building, flashes came from outside. They were all calling a name. the voices were muffled, a guy appeared.

“Is there a doctor here? I think I need some stitches…” he said calmly as if nothing was wrong with him. I looked at him and saw he was holding his left arm with some bandages. “Are you a doctor?” he asked me and shrugged. I know his face. Where have I seen him before. I nodded at him telling him to follow me. I put him in the next bed and closed the curtain.

“Dr. Anderson will be shortly with you, let me get your bandages.” I said moving toward him. Dr. Anderson appeared from behind the curtain and took a look at the boy’s arm.

“It’s only a superficial cut nothing too serious. However, I need to ask what happened exactly, Mr. …?”

“Holland” a brief answer, I kept watching him from a distance

“Well I was practicing some stunts and I fell from the trampoline and cut myself on a piece of metal”

“Ok, did you hit your head?” he nodded slightly

Dr. Anderson finished stitching his wound and turned to me “Dr. Y/L/N will be doing the last checks. I believe that you are alright, but some patients need me right now more and my assistant here can do these check-ups very well on her own.” Dr. Anderson smiled shook Mr, Hollands hand and went to his next patient.

I cleared my throat and turned to the attractive patient that I’ve seen somewhere but still wasn’t able to recall from where… “So Mr. Holland I will do some very quick check-ups and you’ll be right out of here.” I moved toward the patient. My hands were all sweaty all of a sudden. WTF was going on here. Y/N focus, you are such a perv for having the hots for a patient! He looks at me with beautiful brown eyes and smiles slightly. Let’s just say that in that moment I was really happy that humans couldn’t read minds.

“Okay Mr. Holland I’ll need to check your sight first” I inform him taking my little flash light out of my pocket of my coat. “follow the light”, he does as I said. “mhm, so your sight is alright. Do you feel dizzy or something?” I try to hold his gaze and he grins. My cheeks are on fire. This is so embarrassing. He chuckles and replies “no, I feel okay”

“I’ll need to check for your heart and lungs”, a lump form in my throat I can’t believe I’m about to say this. “Can you take your shirt off, please?” He does what I tell him. And Holly molly I was not prepared for this sight. He was ripped. Yeah, my hormones were going nuts. I bite my lip. I decide to start with his back, not feeling ready to be in front of him touching his chest.

I put my stethoscope on and put it on his back. “Breathe in” I move it slightly “exhale”. But I think I was telling myself to keep breathing and not him. I repeat the process, my palms getting sweatier. Okay, Y/N now you only need to control his chest and you’re done. I move to put the stethoscope on his chest. He sits straighter.

“Soo, Dr.Y/L/N. Have you been a doctor for a long time? You are pretty young to be a doctor?” he tries to break the ice. I dare to look up to him. MISTAKE, abort mission!

“I’m doing an internship. I’m a medical student. I’m 20 years old, but I finished High school early… That’s why I’m pretty young compared to other interns”, I swallow hard and he smiles looking at me, his eyes never leaving mine. “Let’s finish this examination, Mr. Holland” I manage to say.

Dr. Anderson left some meds for hot guy over here and an appointment to remove the stitches. He thanks me and gets up from the patient bed he was sitting on.

“Umm, Dr. do you have like another exit, one that is not really used by normal patients?”, he asks me.

“Mr. Holland, why do you need a different exit?”

In that moment I opened the curtain and a little kid, who was about 5 years old points at Mr. Holland and smiles up. “Spiderman what are you doing here?”, the kids’ eyes shine with pride and joy. SPIDERMAN?! I look back at the guy I just examined. He surpasses me and kneels down so that he is the same height as the little boy. He ruffles his hair and tells him about his injury.

“You see I was fighting evil guys, but got hurt. So I came here so that the Dr. could help me out”, he explains to the little boy pointing at me. I freeze. What? The kid takes a look at me and decides to come over and hugs my leg. “Thank you doctor for helping Spiderman!” he smiles sweetly. I do the same and look at Mr. Holland. His smile is full of happiness and satisfaction. He gave me one of those smiles that reaches the eyes and I feel all mushy inside. The boy goes back to his mother.

“Mr. Holland, will you follow me please?” I smile slightly. He follows me. I show him the entrance and exit for all doctors.

“This is a good exit”, I tell him, biting my lip again. How old are you Y/N?! 12 for being nervous around a guy?

“Thanks dr.”

“You are welcome, good bye Mr. Holland”, he is already walking away from me, but then turns around

“My name is Tom.”, he flashes a grin. He waves at me and I watch him leave.

“Bye, Tom…” I reply barely a whisper. In that moment I wonder, if I’ll see him again. Something tells me this wasn’t the last time. I smile.

Originally posted by greysanatomytime

Originally posted by chrisbeck

Part 2

I’m Sorry

Summary: Dean sees Roman kiss you on the cheek, and his jealous side comes out. You try to talk to him on the way back to the hotel, but Dean snaps at you and unintentionally makes you cry. When you get back to the hotel make-up sex ensues.

WARNINGS: Swearing, Angst & Smut.

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“I better get going. I’ll see you at the show tomorrow, have a goodnight. Say bye to Dean for me.” Roman said before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I will Ro, have a good night.”

You turned to find Dean, but you didn’t have to look for very long. Standing, leaning against the bar was Dean with his eyes locked on Roman and his jaw clenched.

You walked over to him and reached out to put your hand on his chest.


“We’re going home. Now.” He said before he pushed your hand off his chest and walked towards the exit. You followed, trying your best to keep up as you stumbled along in your high heels.

Dean slammed the door of the rental as he slid in behind the wheel. You got in cautiously and buckled your seat belt.

“Dean, it-“

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

You thought about saying something but decided against it. You stared out the window as the streetlights zoomed by you. There was an uncomfortable tension in the car.

You didn’t know what Dean was so upset about. It was a friendly kiss. It didn’t mean anything to you, and you were almost positive it didn’t mean anything to Roman. Roman is married for God’s sake, and you and Dean had been together for quite some time.

But it was much more than a simple kiss on the cheek to Dean. You knew you and Dean would have to talk about it. It wasn’t healthy for your relationship to just push it to the side. You also knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight unless you and Dean worked this out.

“I’m sorry.” You breathed out, looking down at your hands.

You took a deep breath and glanced over at him as he drove in silence, ignoring your apology.

“Dean, please…”

His jaw tightened, and his knuckles whitened as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

“Dean, I said I was sorry. Could you please talk to me?” You murmured, as you continued to look over at him.

“I’m pissed off right now.” He said harshly. “My girlfriend and my fucking best friend…”

“Dean it didn’t mean anything-“

“Don’t tell me it didn’t mean anything. I saw the way you two looked at each other.”


“I don’t want to talk about this right now.”


“Can you please just shut the hell up? I don’t want to talk about it!” He yelled slamming his hands onto the steering wheel as he came to a stop at a red light.

You flinched at his words and outburst. Dean swore, but never at you. He had never shown anger towards you. You felt the damn silently break, and silent tears began to cascade down your cheeks as you nodded and turned to face the window.

You sniffled as quietly as you could and reached up to wipe away the tears from your cheeks as quickly as you could without him seeing. You didn’t want him to see you cry.

“Baby…Fuck, are you crying? Baby, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.” He spoke much softer this time. “I don’t want to be the reason you cry.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him after he had snapped at him. You had seen that side of him, but you had never seen it directed at you. It felt like he had shoved a knife straight into your chest and twisted it.

“Baby…will you please look at me?” He asked softly.

You took a deep breath and looked over at him. He reached over and took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I just have a lot on my mind with my place in the company…I didn’t mean to snap at you. I love you.” He said.

“Dean, I don’t have feelings for Roman.” You said.

“I know you don’t. I don’t know why I thought that…look I’m not good at this kind of stuff, but I’m sorry.”

He raised your joined hands to his lips and gently pressed his lips to the back of your hand. He continued to hold your hand as he drove the rest of the way to the hotel.

Once the two of you were upstairs in your hotel room, Dean put his hands on your waist and pulled you into him.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Dean, you have to work on your jealousy.” You said. “Of all the guys on the roster, Roman is the guy you should trust the most. He’s your best friend. Hell, he’s more like your brother! He would never hurt you like that, and neither would I.”

“I know you wouldn’t. I was just frustrated with the company, and I don’t know why I got upset. I shouldn’t cuss at you and get mad at you like that. I want to make it up to you.” He said.

“Dean you don’t have-“

“I’m going to make it up to you.” He as he placed a hand on the back of your neck. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. It was gentle at first, but then it turned to more. Dean’s lips moved against yours hungrily, like he was tasting you for the first time.

He pushed you backward until the back of your knees hit the bed. He put a hand on your back and gently helped lower you down onto the bed. You scooted up on the bed so that you were laying on the pillows as Dean crawled onto the bed. He put his lips to yours again as his hands slid down your sides to the hem of your shirt.

“Can I take this off, darlin’?”

“Please.” You breathed out.

He quickly slid the shirt off you and then reached around to unclip your bra. He slid the straps down your arms before throwing the garment behind him. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your right nipple while his fingers twisted the left one.

“Dean.” You moaned out.

“That feel good?” He said breathily.

“Y-yes.” You whispered.

“C’mon baby, I want to hear you.” He said.

“Yes!” You said as he took the nub between his teeth.

“That’s it.” He said before moving his mouth to the other side.

You felt his fingers trying to unbutton your jeans, but he was having trouble. He pulled his lips from your nipple so that he could look down and focus on the task. He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans before hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling them and your panties down your legs.

You reached up and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. You ran your hands down his toned chest undoing his black belt and popping open the button on his jeans. He stood up to slid his jeans and boxers off before he climbed back onto the bed.

“I love you, so fucking much.” He whispered before he pressed his lips to yours again. You felt his fingers ghost along the inside of his thighs, and you felt yourself getting impatient for his tough.

“Dean, plea-“ You were cut off as he slid a finger inside you. He groaned at how wet you were already.

“So wet, baby.” He said. He pumped his finger inside you a couple of times before sliding another one in.

“Fuck, Dean,” you breathed out as your chest rose and fell.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me.” Dean said before he pressed his lips to yours. You rocked your hips against his hand as the knot in your stomach tightened. You felt his thumb circle your clit, and you moaned into his mouth.

He added a third finger and you loud out a loud moan as you continued to rock your hips into his hand.

“Cum for me, Y/n. Need you to cum for me.” Dean begged.

Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to the soft spot on your neck, and it was the final thing you need to hit your climax. Your back arched off the mattress as you came. Your body shook as you came down from your high.

Dean ran a hand through your hair and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he looked into your eyes.

You weren’t used to seeing this side of Dean. He didn’t show his sensitive side very often, but you loved it when he did. You loved when you could feel how much he loved you just by the way his eyes stared into yours or the way he would touch you so gently like he was afraid he would break you.

You couldn’t find words, so you just nodded.

“I love you. I’m sorry I got jealous about Roman.” He said.

“Dean, Roman is not a threat. Nobody’s a threat. You’re all I want.” You said.

“I know, I just am so afraid to lose you-“

“You’re not going to lose me. I’m here to stay. You’re stuck with me.” You said.

His lips curved into a smile and he ran his thumb over your cheek as he looked at you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours one final time before you curled into his chest and closed your eyes.

Tongue & Cheek

Imagine: Your previous sexual encounters with your boyfriend Newt had been quite unsuccessful and awkward. However, after you had downed a small dose of felix felicis you pursue Newt, this time, with a lot more luck. 

Author’s Note: Hello, so I posted this gif a few days ago and all I could think of was writing this fic to go with it!! It’s short and sweet, but holy fUCK this gif fucks me right up. Enjoy x

Word Count: 1658

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Tony: Take off your shirt.

Steve: Why?

Tony: Please can you take off your shirt, ‘cause I can’t stop thinking, and then you just…

Steve: Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Tony: Alright, okay, okay, okay.

Steve: [removing his shirt] Okay, okay, okay.

Tony: Fuck! Seriously? It’s like you’re photoshopped. Can I…?

[walks forward and touches Steve’s abs]

Steve: Ahh! You have cold hands. Now you take off your shirt.

Tony: No.

Steve: Yes.

Tony: No way. Not with all of that going on. No, thank you. Is there dim lighting somewhere?


Title: Let me show you

Warnings: smut
A /N: this may be pretty non-canon as to me this episode aired a long time ago so I’m sorry if it’s sort of confusing. Also I haven’t written smut since the dinosaurs walked the earth, so bare with me.

You and Ivar have been friends practically forever. Aslaug was best friends with your mum so when you were born , your homes almost molded together and the person you latched onto the most was Ivar. You both were a lot older now but your friendship was still strong.

Both of you were sitting at the table in the Lothbrok’s home, talking about simple things, but you knew something was off about Ivar, he was nervous and upset about something but he didn’t want to tell you which made you even more worried about him. “You can tell me anything, Ivar you know that.” You said softly but he didn’t reply. After a silence you decided to get up and stand next to the window, tired of Ivar’s quiet behavior.

“‘If I told you he would hurt me” you heard Margrethe say faintly. You didn’t really like her, not because of her being a slave but the way Ivar was close to her, the way she didn’t appreciate him the way he deserved to be. “Tell me what?” That was Sigurd, you knew his voice well. She said something but it was too faint to hear before there was a quick pause. “That he can not satisfy a woman…” You heard her say and you scoffed slightly, anger rising slowly in you.

“Ivar come with me” you said to him while walking towards him, touching his arm, your hand slinking down to his, tugging his arm lightly. As you got into the room, Ivar pulled himself onto the bed before you straddled him, Ivar looking almost nervous, but you could see lust forming in them “y/n, what are you doing?” You looked at him with sincere eyes before breathing out. You told him what you heard Margrethe saying to Sigurd, the lust transforming to fire but you quickly grabbed his head and made him look at you, “what she said doesn’t matter. “That doesn’t make you the man you are. What makes you, you is your flaws and what your flaws do is make you strong. You are the strongest man I know” you tell him as his eyes waver from yours “and I want to show you.”

You leaned down and kissed him softly, Ivar slowly kissing back until he put his hands on your waist, trying to make it deeper, but you pulled away, his lips chasing yours. you began taking off your shirt before Ivar grabbed your arm, “I can’t y/n. I can’t- I can’t be a man for you. I can’t satisfy you the way you deserve. I want you but-”

You kissed his forehead. “I want this. I want you, I want all of you because you’re you no matter what and besides” you said playfully slowly laying him down onto the bed. “There’s many ways to please a woman.” Taking off your shirt, you leant down and helped Ivar with his, before your hands softly grazed his chest, fueling him with the confidence he needed. His hands glided down your back before he firmly squeezed your bum, slightly pushing you into a kiss again. It was heated and fast, your hands raked through his soft plush hair as he groaned from the slight tugging before he let go of your lips for air.

Without warning, Ivar pushed you onto the bed with surprising strength, soon after attacking your neck with kisses and bites as he tugged on your pants, you helping both of you out of your respectable garments. Ivar’s bites and kisses soon traveled to your chest where he softly squeezed your breasts and kissed the skin around and between them, making you giggle softly. “You seem very interested, love” you said playfully under shallow breaths.

“Beautiful women like you moaning under me isn’t something I get to see every day” He flirted. “You haven’t made me moan yet Ivar, but I am waiting” you teased, but your attitude was cut short as two of his fingers went in between your legs, rubbing your clit slowly before one finger entered you, curling his knuckle up and pumping his finger slowly with talent. The kisses slowly began drifting in between your legs until Ivar began to nip at the inside of your thighs, leaving hickies as he did. “Ivar please” you whined, your hand already gripping his hair as your hips slightly lifted from the bed.

After what felt like forever he softly licked your fold making you gasp before he inserted two fingers into you, continuing to curl them as he sucked your clit lightly and the area around it. You knew you were close from the pit forming in your stomach, making you gasp and moan as you tried to press him down a little harder onto yourself. “Ivar I’m- oh my God I’m coming” as you climaxed around his quick fingers. He helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling his digits out and sucking the juices off teasingly, scooting up to lay next to you. You nudged him, your hand sliding down to his waist before he softly grabbed it “you… you don’t need to do anything for me” he said softly “I’m here for you, I’ll always be here for you since you’re always here for me”. He squeezed your hand reassuringly as you kissed his forehead and pet his hair lovingly as he laid his head on your shoulder. “thank you” he said softly before falling asleep in your arms.

Last Expiration

By: Kurisu678

All characters belong to @smokeplanet.

One Year Ago…

Late morning sun shone through the blinds into the bedroom shared by Mitch Mueller and Jonas Wagner, painting thin lines of yellow light against the bright blue walls. The space was kept in a state of comfortable chaos, a delicate balance between order and disarray. As per usual Sunday custom, alarms had been left off and both Mitch and Jonas were left in a blissful state of dozing while snuggling.

It was however, not to last.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write 53 with Chris please? 😊

i was hoping someone would request this one lmao


53. “take off your shirt”

It was a Saturday and surprisingly you had decided to not attempt any parties. You hadn’t been feeling well and had left school with a massive headache and stomach pain. So you told the girls you were going to stay in tonight and so here you were sitting on your bedroom floor trying to find any movie to keep you company that night.

You suddenly heard the window open startling you as you jumped up letting out high pitched squeal in process. But you calmed down as soon as you saw the familiar penetrator hoodie and blonde fluffy hair falling down onto your bed.

“jesus Chris you scared the hell out of me” you chuckled sitting down next to him, he didn’t say anything instead he turned over letting out a groan in the process, and you gasped as you saw the bloody mess that laid before you.

you slowly lifted his head onto your lap, examining his injures. There was a huge gash along his cheeks which at been the source of most of the blood covering your white sheets.

You quickly helped him up leading him to the bathroom were you sat him down on the toilet seat, turning on the faucet you bent down in front of Chris feeling your eyes tear up at the sight in front of you. It pained you so much seeing your boyfriend like this, the one person you loved more then anything in this world looking so broken.

you shook your head turning the faucet in the bathtub on “take your shirt off” you commanded while you took his shoes and pants off. He did so wincing as the soft material of his hoodie ran over the bruise on his stomach 

you helped him get into the tub reaching for the shower tap you, turned it to medium heat letting it explore every inch of his body as you carefully let your hand explore his soft skin looking for any scrapes or cuts but to your satisfaction you found none.

You leaned your forehead against his letting out a sigh as you kissed his forehead, he looked down ashamed that he had to come to you for help. He would usually go to William’s but since he was in London you were the only one he had left

“Chris..” you said sweetly, cupping his face with your hands making him face you “it’s okay” you mumbled pressing your lips to his in a sweet loving kiss 

as you pulled back you helped him get out of the tub grabbing your pink towel that had your name engraved on it you ran the soft material over his chest being careful as to not hurt him

when he was completely dry you ushered him into your bedroom where you quickly changed the sheets so he could lay down and as soon as he did, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in

“Thank you” he strangled out, his voice full of pain, regret and sorrow. you smiled at him lovingly laying down next to him pulling him close to you so his face was pressed up against your chest and his arms lazily wrapped around your waist

“it’s okay, i’m right here” you would say pressing a kiss to his forehead before you would both fall asleep in each others arms.

Monsta X Mafia I

The light chime of the front door, pulls me away from the whining dog at the back of the clinic. Walking towards the door, I give a small greeting before looking the participant up and down.

“Help me.” He whispers his hand clutching his bloody side tightly. I nod waving him over and through the rubber door that leads to the back of the clinic. Another door chime brings my attention to the front door again, where three very tall, very muscular men stand with a panicked look on their face.

“Have you seen a tall boy with a black cap and some blood on the side of his shirt?” One questions and I shake my head and the man nods slowly. “Well miss, good evening and be careful.” He says and I nod back watching as the men take one past look before running back out the door and down the street.

“You can come out.” I mumble and the boy stumbles slightly the blood on his shirt becoming larger. “That’ll need stitches, you will need to go to the hospital.” I coo and he gives me a small smile.

“This is a hospital.” He snaps back and I shake my head amused at the situation.

“A hospital for humans.” I shoot back but the boy was becoming paler by the second. “It might not be that safest but at least I know how to stitch.” I hiss and he nods watching as I grab some sheets of plastic as lay them on one of the surgery tables.

“Hop up here and take off your shirt, please.” I hum and he widens his eyes.

“Take my shirt off?” He gulps and I nod slowly before standing up a pair of scissors in hand.  Walking behind him I place a reassuring hand on his shoulder before running the scissors up the back of his shirt, making a large slice.

“Trust me I’ve seen people with a worse body then you have.” I hum again and motion for him to lie down on the table walking over to the sterilizer and pulling a curved needle out, getting some clear, dissolvable stitches and walking back over to the boy on the table.  “It might hurt a little, but it shouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes.” I say slowly and he nods pressing his fist to his lips and letting out small whimpers as the needle curves through one side and the cut before piercing the other and pulling them together.

“If you don’t mind me asking, who were those people? And how on earth did you get stabbed?” I question and the boy looks shocked once again, before pulling out his I.D card.

“My name is Lee Jooheon and I work at the gym down the street.” He says and my eyes shoot to his own. When someone said they worked at the gym, it usually meant that they were either members of the mafia or they were doing something illegal.

“Ok, so what does you working in a gym have to do with getting stabbed and being hunted down by those men?” I question and he lets out a grim laugh.

“Those men are from the government, they’ve been looking for me for years. They found me because another employee ratted me out, and they decided force was the only way to settle things, I fell on a large piece of metal that was outside the gym and when I ran they followed. Someone I know is a client here so I thought it would be a good place to come.” He replies and I nod, going through mental images of all my clients to see who looked the most like they ‘worked at the gym’.

“He doesn’t look like a colleague, if that’s what you’re thinking. He actually looks like an everyday citizen, apart from the muscles.” He laughs and I can’t help but let out a small chuckle either.

“Well, Lee Jooheon, you are all stitched up and ready to go home. No need to worry about taking the stitches out, just keep that area clean and avoid straining activities.” I say placing the needle and tweezers on the bench behind me pulling off my gloves and wheeling over to a draw pulling out a large green scrub shirt.

“Would you maybe like to come and get dinner with me? I know you were closing up and you probably haven’t eaten, which I also haven’t. I just want to repay you in someway.” Jooheon whispers sheepishly tugging the shirt over his head.

“I guess, as long as you are treating.” I say and he nods so fast it looks as if his head was about to break off.

“I just need to go grab my wallet, so I’ll wait outside for you to finish closing.” I nod slowly watching as the boy walks slowly out the front taking a spot against the door right outside the glass door. Continuing on with what was happening before Jooheon came in, I make sure all the animals have had their medication and have what they need before locking all the doors and windows, walking out the front door, locking it before pulling down the large metal roller door.

“I’m ready, so let’s go get your wallet, and maybe change your shirt.” I say and he nods motioning for me to follow after him and he walks down the road, to where the ‘gym’ was.

“Jooheon, can I ask why the government is looking for you?” I question and the boy lets out soft chuckle as the fluorescent lights from the gym’s sign get closer.

“That is a story for another day.” He hums before giving me a shy smile and motioning for me to go through the door of the gym first. Walking it the scent of sweat hit me, and the sight of a large boxing room in the middle of the room.

“Wait, this place is actually a gym?” I ask and Jooheon nods leaning over to whisper.

“It’s open to the public as well, we need to get money in other ways as well.” He coos before telling me to wait there. A large figure walks out of the office, beside the entrance and the figure stops when he catches sight of me.

“Hyunwoo? So you’re the one that’s a client.” I muse and the boy gives a shy grin.

“I see you met Jooheon.”

A / N

This will be a new series, so this and “A general and A prince” will be updated in intervals. 


1,000 Followers Drabble

Prompt: “I call bullshit.“

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Requested by: @arryn-nyx

Sam should know better than to fucking listen to Dean. Never again. He’s in too deep now. He just needs to get in and get out as fast as he can.

Sam hears the door open and his stomach drops. Damn it.

“Hi. I’m Dr. L/N.” You greet with a smile walking into the exam room.

You automatically recognize the insanely handsome man in front of you. You’ve never talked to him but you’ve seen him around town many times.

“Sam. Nice to meet you.” He replies with a shy smile.

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Champagne Ripples ♡ Pt. 6 (Jumin x MC)

Genre: not sure anymore lmao oᴗo

Plot: Jumin Han has always been cold towards you, but an incident at RFA’s annual Christmas party sends Jumin into a panic and his concern for you is revealed.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | [Part 6]

You woke up to sound of pouring rain. It was still fairly early in the morning and the downpour outside caused the skies to look unnaturally gloomy. As you stared out the window, watching the droplets hit the wet ground, you heard shuffling outside the guest room. It caught you by surprise because Jumin was usually on his way to work by now, but the events from last night and the rain must have delayed him a bit. Smiling to yourself, you got out of bed lazily and straightened out your hair as you made your way to the door.

The tantalizing aroma of fresh coffee and sweet strawberries greeted you as you stepped out of the guest room. Jumin was in the kitchen getting out cups and plates from the cabinets when he saw you.

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How Will I Know (Part 4) - Jaebum

(Part 5)

Living like strangers, who try to be friends, but act like lovers in public was beyond you. Time has flown by and it was already the fourth month of getting hitched. There wasn’t much progress in the marriage. Conversations were barely swapped and one room was rarely shared. Sometimes you didn’t even know how Jaebum was dressed to work, but today was different. He took his morning slower than usual and sat with you at the dining table for breakfast.

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Visual Preference: Kinks


Here’s a visual preference about how you two discover a new kink. It’s not too kinky but it does conatin smut and naked people so please don’t read it if you don’t like either of those things!

Hope you guys enjoy it! 

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1: This Is Where I Leave You

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: The day Bucky Barnes stumbles into your clinic with a bullet in his side is the day your life changed forever. 

A/N: soooo here we are, a new series! i tried to write something funny and cute but i came up with this instead… i hope you enjoy anyway! fyi, this is a post civil war fic but bucky’s arm wasn’t blown off by tony for reasons. please let me know what you think, any feedback you have, and any ideas you might have for the series! title is from palace by hayley kiyoko.

Part 2, Part 3

After a slow day at the clinic, you decided to take pity on your Nurse Practitioner, Richard, and send him home. You let your receptionist off as well, promising to take care of everything yourself before locking up for the night. It’s nine at night and you’re just finishing up the last of the patient logs in your office when there’s a loud crash from the direction of the lobby, and then a series of booming knocks on the glass door.

You don’t hesitate to arm yourself with the glock your security guard, Yakov, made you learn how to use. As you cautiously approach the lobby, you can hear Yakov’s rough Russian accent discussing something with an unknown voice outside - he doesn’t sound angry, but he’s not exactly talking about the weather either. You clear the corridor, and allow yourself only a second of shock before you’re tucking the glock (safety on, thanks Yakov) into the waistband of your slacks and running to unlock the door.

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