Zevran Arainai was born in 9:04-9:05 Dragon, making him ~40 years old at the time of the Trespasser events in Inquisition in 9:44 Dragon, and I would love to see more art of middle-aged looking Zevran. Especially in DA4 speculative works. Beautiful older Zevran, please. Laugh lines, crows feet (teehee), threads of silver/grey hair.
Okay, so the whole humans are space orcs/earth is space Australia thing has me thinking: what about grooming/pampering?
Like, a lot of us go to spas/salons (or do the cheaper at home versions) to literally get hair ripped from our bodies using a large variety of different methods, to obtain our own personal desired levels of body hair. And we call it pampering. What if humans are the only ones who do that? Aliens that cut/dye hair, comb/style it in totally unique ways to suit themselves, but pull it out completely? What kind of creature tortures itself like that?
And we have so many ways of doing it. Tweezing, waxing, threading, hair removal creams that can burn your skin to name a few.
Plus there are facials that leave your face red and splotchy for hours afterward because they pick at your skin to remove gunk.
Massages, where in order to feel good they have to hurt you to remove the tension from your muscles, so while eventually it feels good, it hurts first.
We twist ourselves into weird positions to paint our toenails because our knees get in the way (not so painful, but reasonably uncomfortable).
We are willing to sit still for obscene amounts of time to get our hair/nails/make up done, even though humans are notoriously fidgety.
So some aliens at first would probably think we’re super vain (and some humans are), but more experienced aliens would be like:
“no, that’s just something the humans enjoy. It’s how they ‘treat themselves.’”
“But, Skrill, she’s literally ripping hair out of her face?”
“It’s how she gets her eyebrows - how did she put it? - ‘on fleek.’ Compliment them, humans are thrilled when you compliment them when they spend a lot of time on face hair removal.”
@ambrosebabyy Request: “Can I get a Zach Dempsey imagine ? Were he sees Bryce all over me and gets really protective?”
@thrtreasons Request: “jealous!zach…. i just… oh my god sorry i am sooooo zach trash”
@hanna-ranay Request: “Honestly an imagine about Zach would truly be appreciated, if you can. If not, it’s okay. Thank you!”
Jessica Davis was having a party at her house tonight, and of course you, being her best friend, had to go. You, Jessica, Justin, Zach, Bryce, Monty, and several other students from Liberty high were sitting in the living room playing suck and blow. You were sandwiched between Bryce Walker and Zach Dempsey.
You would never admit it to anyone, but you had a huge crush on Zach. And you’re pretty sure Jessica knew, she is your best friend after all, how could she not. But you were too shy to act upon your feelings towards him and you believed that he would never want to be with someone like you. Even though you hung out with Jessica and the more popular kids at Liberty high, you were still known as quite the nerd. And someone like Zach Dempsey don’t go for nerdy girls like you, they go for skinny cheerleaders who are drop dead gorgeous.
Anyways, the game of suck and blow had already started, and you were pretty nervous to say at the least. Because you had to put your mouth against Zach’s with only a thin card in between the two of your lips. It was getting closer and closer to your turn until some girl pressed her mouth against Bryce’s passing the card on to him. He turned towards you, card on his lips. Bryce scooted closer to you quickly, sandwiching you more between him and Zach, until the point where you were chest to chest with Bryce and your back was pressed firmly against Zach’s muscular chest. Bryce then proceeded to place his card covered lips against yours, and quickly, in the process of passing the card onto you, snuck his hand around you to grab a hold of your backside and give it a good squeeze. His actions shocked you and you jumped, emitting a little squeal which was muffled by the card between yours and Bryce’s lips. Still in shock from what is happening right now, you faintly hear a deep growl from behind you…
jin: jin was particularly insecure about his fingers, this was a widely known fact. so when you saw jin staring at his fingers as he bent them and pulled at them you gently took his hands in yours. “don’t do that jinnie,” you smiled softly at him, “your hands are beautiful, you don’t need to change anything about yourself. jin smiled before leaning his forehead against yours, “i’m sorry.” you shook your head, “you don’t need to apologize jin, just know that you’re beautiful no matter what.” soft kisses were exchanged for the rest of the night.
yoongi: yoongi wasn’t the best at sharing his feelings, but you could always tell when he was upset. his fingers curled and uncurled as he tried to restrain his frustration. “yoongz?” you asked softly and his eyes flew over to you, the anger leaving them as soon as he made eye contact with you, “what’s wrong?” yoongi looked down at his keyboard, “i’m a shitty songwriter.” your brow furrowed as you scooted closer to him, “min yoongi,” you started, “that is not true, do not put yourself down like that. you’re amazing.” yoongi nuzzled into your hair as you calmed him down.
hoseok: hoseok sometimes got frustrated with himself when he couldn’t get the choreography 100% correct. “hobi,” you turned off the music, “come here.” hoseok looked over at you as he breathed heavily and sat down next to you. “i know you want to get this perfect, but you need to take a break okay?” your fingers threaded through his hair. hoseok went to retort but you stopped him, “you can’t get everything right all the time, you need to rest. you’re an amazing dancer hobi.” hoseok pulled you into his arms as he promised a night full of junk food and movies.
namjoon: namjoon’s hands slammed down on his desk as he threw his headphones off to the side. “fuck,” he swore as he dragged his hands down his face. “hey hey,” you said as you pulled his hands away, laying your hands on his cheeks, “what’s wrong?” “i can’t get this melody right,” namjoon huffed but leaned into your touch. “that’s okay baby,” you said, “you just need a break okay? how does sushi sound?” namjoon’s eyes immediately lit up at the promise of sushi, and that’s when you knew you would do anything to make him smile.
jimin: jimin poked and prodded at his skin as you watched with a frown on your face. “jiminie,” you said with a chastising voice, which made jimin look down at the floor. “i gained weight,” he said with a voice full of sorrow. “baby,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, “your body is perfect okay? gaining weight is okay. what’s important is that you’re happy.” jimin leaned into your neck and hugged you close, pressing kisses to your neck as a thanks.
taehyung: taehyung’s finger pushed against the freckles on his face while frowning. “tae what are you doing?” you asked as you watched his ministrations. “i don’t like my freckles,” he stated as he poked at the one on his cheekbone. pulling his hands away from his face, you began to place kisses on every freckle you could see. “well i love your freckles,” you said, “do you know which one is my favorite?” taehyung shook his head. “this one,” you placed a kiss on the edge of taehyung’s nose, making him break out into giggles.
jungkook: jungkook huffed for what seemed like the 100th time tonight as he sat on the couch while looking down at his lap. “it’s okay kookie,” you said softly as you grabbed his hands, “you did good.” jungkook shook his head, “no i didn’t, i’m supposed to be the golden maknae.” you frowned at his words, “it’s okay to not be perfect all the time baby, i know you messed up a little on your vocals, but your voice just needs some rest, alright?” kissing the frown at the edge of jungkook’s lips, you finally felt some of the tension beginning to leave his body.
-You know how we all lose our shit whenever Neil kisses Andrew’s neck? Now imagine Andrew kissing Neil’s neck.
-It happens the first time when they meet each other after a month of being apart cos of their new team schedules.
-Andrew had been like the sharp edge of a glass the whole time, cutting everyone who annoyed him
-Just cos Neil wasn’t there to dull the edges
-Neil on the other hand was obvs a Mess™
-Like he’s anxious most of the time. The only time he feels right is when he’s on the Court or if he’s talking to Andrew
-They both hate the fact how dependent they’ve become on each other. Hate it more than the plague. They know it’s dangerous. Letting someone in. Letting one person know all your secrets. Missing someone. These kind of feelings aren’t for them. Then why can they not stop thinking about how long they’ve not seen or kissed the other?
-Neil knocks on Andrew’s door after that terrible month.
-Andrew is clothed in black and he’s wearing sweats. Some part of Neil’s heart clenches.
-Andrew is shook™ when he sees Neil but obvs he has a reputation to maintain and just asks, “What are you doing here?”I love my little asshole
-And Neil replies, “I’m not even surprised that’s your first question.”
-And he shoulders past Andrew and enters the flat.
-On the TV a rerun of one of Neil’s matches is going on. Andrew switches it off.
-“What’s wrong?”, Andrew asks. He can’t understand why Neil’s here. Can’t believe why someone would come to see him when they’re not invited.
-But Neil is looking at him with his blue eyes.
-And his eyes are so alive Andrew wants to rip them out so that Neil stops looking at him like that
-And Andrew hates the burst of feeling in his chest
-Wants to carve it out of his fucking chest
-And Neil starts walking towards him
-And Andrew is as still as stone
-And Neil’s hands are threading through his hair “Yes or no?” “Yes.”, Andrew replies.
-And then they’re kissing. It wouldn’t matter if the world was burning but the thing is, their world is burning. Burning with everything unsaid and everything they aren’t feeling
-And Andrew breaks the kiss
-He’s not felt this much in so long
-And his head drops down on Neil’s shoulder
-And Neil’s rests against Andrew’s
-Neil’s neck is right there. So Andrew turns his head by a fraction and touches his lips to it
-And Neil just stops
-Cos this is so much more than they had bargained for. This is crossing boundaries and signing treaties. This is Andrew, a man who fought so hard for this nothing, who would burn the world for the man in front of him, even if it destroys him to the very core, kissing his neck. It wasn’t supposed to be this. But it is bliss.
Heavily unedited. I’ll get to it eventually. Feedback always appreciated. Enjoy.
You’re not sure what it is that pulls you from your slumber; Shawn’s lips on your neck or his fingertips ghosting up your thigh. It makes you shiver beneath the touch, a gasp leaving your lips as he digs his fingers into the soft flesh. He’s pressed against your back and you can feel his erection digging into your ass while his lips leave a sweltering trail of kisses along your collarbone. You feel him reach over you to the bedside table and the soft light from the lamp fills the room.
“Shawn,” you whine, letting your eyes adjust to the light, “what are you doing?”
He gently nips your collarbone before suckling at the spot. “I’m hungry.”
Sugaring Up-Keep for the Transition From Cute to BOMBSHELL.
*I upgraded my makeup, because my face is my baby and I need no imperfections.
- I’m a darkskinned Black woman with sometimes oily skin; I use Miracle serum before a moisturizer and BOOM! no oily/greasy makeup.
* I bought a few lingerie sets from VS. Just to make myself feel good. Also, a kimono, BECAUSE WHY NOT?
*I bought new outfits from the Sale section at A'Gaci, Charlotte Russe, and FashionNova. If it didn’t fit I sent it back. I picked up accessories from thrift stores. 😁
*Gel nails! Gel nails! Gel nails! With a classic pedicure once a month. Wax every 3 weeks. Eyebrows threaded.
*Brazilian hair - wig acquired; so I don’t have to worry about my own hair.
*I FEEL LIKE A GODDESS! I attribute the first three costs, as a start-up; and then the last 2 are reoccurring monthly fees. I’m a really good financial planner; so I stay ready. I keep tabs of every CENT that goes in and out. I know my monthly goals. I WORK HARD FOR THE MONEY.
*Before I started sugaring, I may have gotten a glance from men as I walked by. Now, they actually stop and stare. Or stop and actually talk to me. At least once a day, a man stops me to tell me, how gorgeous I am. 😭😂
*Moral of the story: to be a vixen, you just need to be cute and then have money. 😂😂😂
*A POT told me last night. He liked the “cute, girl, without makeup, contacts, and a wig.” I told him, I like who I am now. This is who I always wanted to be. I want to be a trophy wife one day. Once I said that. He changed his tune and said if I put my mind to it, EASY MONEY. LMAO.
This was inspired by nothing in particular. I think I just felt like writing this out and it’s sort of kinda like the first smutty-thing I have ever written for Peter Parker though honestly speaking, this is very mild smut. (Or maybe, it’s not even nowhere near smut). Trying to explore more of his character so here you go! Hope you enjoy this.
giggle quietly to yourself when Peter pulls away from you, flush and looking
extremely sexy. His shirt is somewhere on the floor and yours is thrown
haphazardly near the door. He presses his lips on to yours a couple of times
before he smirks at you.
two of you had been watching a movie earlier and throughout the entire time,
you had been teasing him – giving him knowing looks, whispering in his ears,
pressing kisses on his jaw and his collarbone and even accidentally brushing
against him – and although Peter had initially been a little bit shy to reciprocate,
after a while, his hormones got the best of him and the movie is now long
is on top of you and he puts one of his hands on your waist while he uses the
other to keep himself up. Not that you minded his weight. You can see the lust
in his eyes right before he presses his lips against yours, licking your lower
lip causing you to moan as your fingers thread his hair.
pull him closer and Peter deepens the kiss, slowly moving his body lower, closer
to you. One of your hands went to his back, loving the feel of his ripped back
muscles and the feel of his skin against yours. You let out a moan when Peter
inserts his tongue in your mouth and you could feel him smiling in to the kiss
but you choose to ignore that, in favor of tugging on his hair.
You moan when he pushes himself down on you and you can feel him, hard and hot
against you. You wrap your legs around his waist, shuddering when Peter begins
to rub himself against you. “Peter.” You moan once again.
loud knock on Peter’s door causes the two of you to freeze.
I brought some food over. Is Y/N still here too? I have some extra food!” May
shouts from behind the door and Peter pulls away to look at the door in horror.
He turns to stare at you and you could not help but giggle at the turn of
yeah, May, we will be out soon!” Peter stutters and you giggle before leaning
forward to press one last kiss on your boyfriend’s lips. May moves away from
the door. Peter drops his forehead on your collarbone, groaning.
comb your fingers through his hair again and Peter relaxes against your body.
You giggle before placing a kiss on his temple. Peter tilts his head to the
side to look at you and you are taken aback by how much you love this boy and
judging from the look of adoration and love evident on Peter’s face, you know
he feels the same about you too.
on, Peter. Let’s go out before May starts asking more questions.” You tell him
before patting your boyfriend’s back. Peter lets out a dissatisfied groan and
rolls off of your body. He flops beside you for a few seconds before turning on
his side to stare at you.
beautiful you know that? How did I get so lucky?” Peter asks you and you roll
your eyes at your boyfriend’s words before you lean over to press a kiss on his
did I get so lucky?” You wink at him before getting off of the bed. “Come on,
Peter Parker.” You pick up your shirt before putting it on and you throw Peter’s
sweater at him. Peter catches it easily, putting it on and you let out a sigh
of disappointment. Peter raises one of his eyebrows at you. “It’s sad to see
that state of art being covered.” You wink at him causing Peter to let out a
Summary: Dan just really wants to put flowers in Phil’s hair. Word Count: 2,498 Warnings: none A/N: Hello! I’ve had this image in my head of Phil with flowers in his hair for like 2 months straight and obv i needed to write about it since I can’t do art. This whole fic is basically just me gushing about how beautiful Phil is and I’m not even ashamed. See art for this fic here, here, here, here, and here!
There is a boy that makes Dan yearn to weave flowers into his hair every time he sees him. There is a boy with pale skin as white as snow and pretty blue eyes the colour of Bluebells. He has hair like the night sky and it sometimes glimmered in the light to form little galaxies. He wanted to thread Baby’s Breath through those pretty raven locks until his hair matches the colour of his eyes.
It was an addiction, an anomaly, something that does not normally cross Dan’s mind. Usually, he doesn’t see someone and want to thread flowers through their hair. Usually, he doesn’t think about flowers at all.
But then he saw him and he couldn’t stop himself from going home and studying the names of flowers that reminded Dan of him. Hyacinths and Marigold and Sweet Peas and Lavender, all melding into one to make the most beautiful man Dan had ever laid eyes on.
Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Stuart Stilinski/Reader, Thomas Stilinski/Reader, Mitch Stilinski/Reader
Word Count: 5668
Notes: Here y'all go. Finally here. So, there’s a lot of warnings for this one, let’s go. *cracks literally every fucking none in my body as preparation* Oral (both receiving), Fingering, Orgy, Multiple Orgasms, Spit Play, Anal, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Squirting, Double Penetration, Thigh Riding, Face Riding, Marking, Biting, Scratching, Over Stimulation, Shower Play, Exhibitionism, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Begging, Dominance, Older/Younger, Orgasm Denial and Choking/Gagging. Huge thanks to Steffy because even though she doesn’t like butt stuff, she proofread this for me. If that ain’ true friendship then I don’t know what is. I love you @dumbass-stilinski <3