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Dean Thinks You’re Hot

Title: Dean Thinks You’re Hot

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,122

Anon Request: you think you could write one where the reader feels insecure about her stretch marks/size and Jensen is her best friend and tries to help her feel better?

Warnings: Negative Thoughts, Low Self-Esteem, Fluff, Implied Smut

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated, friends! xoxox


Your name: submit What is this?

    Pacing back and forth around your trailer almost drove you dizzy. Back and forth. Back and forth; as if that was going to simultaneously solve all of your problems. It wasn’t. Not even close.

    You had just gotten the memo that your intimate scene with Jensen was moved to today, not that you weren’t sweating buckets the second you got the script, but the fact that the scene was moved to today instead of five days from now had you ripping your hair from your head. You were going to be very exposed to him, and no matter how long the two of you had been friends, this was something you weren’t comfortable with on so many levels.

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anonymous asked:

Omg love your HCs!! They are all so cute!!!! >V< can u please do RFA +V and Saeran x MC first time holding hands? Like what would their reactions be?? Again LOVE your HCs!!! Omg bye!!~~

• Honestly, it wasn’t very long in your relationship you started holding hands.
• Basically it was your first date.
• The both of you were just walking in the park together. Laughing, and getting to know each other.
• And my god you looked so perfect. He actually wanted to just kiss you. I mean, the sun was shining on your flawless skin, the wind blew stands of (H/C) hair in your was breath taking.
• He slowly inched his hand down beside yours, and began interlacing your small, delicate fingers in his larger ones.
• After that, he never really likes going out in public without your hand in his.
• This cheeky little sh-
• After he finally realized his true feelings for you, and stopping pushing everything and everyone away (anti-social much? Me too.)
• He asked you to go to a cat shelter with him.
• After all, Vanderwood didn’t say his partner couldn’t have a cat and just so happen to..bring it over. A lot.
• Does this count as your first date? Well, technically. You’ve hung out a lot, but never really anywhere but the parties and RFA members houses.
• “(Y/N)!!! This cat is just so cute! You should have it! I’ll even pay!”
• “Seven- I- I can’t take care of a cat?!”
• He B E G S.
• And for the first time, he gently grabs a hold of your hand, holding it tightly in his.
• He places a kiss on your cheek, and gives you the cutest little pouty face.
• At this point, you’re a blushing, awkward mess.
• “Uh-m uh..some soft hands you got there..”
• He smirks for a moment, before thinking of the dumbest thing he can say in that moment.
• “thanks, I use a lot of lotion. If you catch my dri-”
• But you never did seem to let go of his hand, the rest of the day, at least.
• You would think it would take a while for him to get all..lovey dovey with you.
• But it was kind of a happy medium.
• So basically, it was the 4th-5th ‘date’
• Really doesn’t want to rush things. He’s a firm believer that love takes time.
• But when it happens, it’s actually kind of sweet.
• You’re lying on his couch, waiting for him to come back in with the breakfast he ‘couldn’t wait to make for you’
• He walks in the living room to check on you, smiling over at your resting figure.
• He can’t help but want to keep walking towards you.
• And soon, he can’t even control himself?
• “Jumin? What are you-”
• He picks you up, and sets you down in his lap, all whilst placing you hand in his.
• And he doesn’t even really say much. Other than he “felt like it” when questioned on what he was doing.
• This was cute, comfortable and all, but..
• “whats that burning smell??”
• “..Shi-”
• okay this is so obvious but.
• Or at least, on your way to.
• It’s a really cold morning, the two of you have been dating for a couple weeks now. So, you decided to bundle up, and grab some coffee.
• Now, she didn’t have gloves. You would think she would, but ohhoho, Nope she is not prepared.
• Thankfully, you have a trick up your sleeve. A smoothhhh move, this way it won’t be awkward to make the move. You go, (Y/N).
• You take off the glove on one of your hands, and hand it to her.
• At this point, she’s looking between you and glove, a bit confused.
• You then place your uncovered, warm hand in her freezing one.
• “What are you waiting for, silly? Put on the other glove~”
• You smooth mother-
• She’s a blushing mess, really. But she adores you.
• Sweetbbyboy
• he’s so innocent. He’s never even held hands.
• One day, you’re playing games with him at his place, and well…beating him.
• “How are you so good at this?!” Yoosung frustratedly says.
• “I guess I’m just a pro.”
• He gives you an 'o really’ look, with the intent of picking up his game.
• But he needed motivation.
• “if I win this next round, you have to hold hands with me the rest of the day. Minus when one of us needs to go to the restroom.”
• He still lost tho, lol.
• But, you couldn’t help but want your own prize.
• “how about we do it anyways?”
• Yes, you’re that couple.
• The one that is always painfully close and always holding the others hands.
• But he loves every minute of it. And so do you.
• It was not long at allll before you help hands.
• Before he got eye surgery, he needed your “help” to get around. So, he wanted you to hold his hand and guide him around so he could get the things he needed to get.
• But he could actually see well enough.
• He just wanted to hold your hand.
• You had butterflies, he had butterflies, you two were honestly just lovey messes on the inside.
• But you loved it.
• (bonus)
• When he got the eye surgery, you had no idea. And he made you hold his hand again…however, something was off. It seemed he was bringing you along more than you were to him..
• “V- can you..”
• You were then cut off by none other than Jumin, who just so happened to be driving by.
• “V! How’d that surgery go?”
• gASP!
• Okay so he was not getting physical ATTT ALLLL!!!
• And this kind of frustrated you.
• Yes, sweetie I know you’re bad with human interaction buT WE HAVE BEEN DATING ALMOST 2 MONTHS PLS LOVE ME.
• So, RFA helped you come up with a plan. A jealously plan.
• Yep, you were gonna try and get Saeran to get all jealous and protective over you. Maybe even get him to get a little closer.
• It started small, You’d have Yoosung start flirting a little with you in the group chat.
• Plan fails, and Saeran just leaves the chats with no word.
• You knew you had to step up the game.
• One day, you and Saeran go out for a walk around town, just casually talking with each other.
• When you 'coincidentally’ run into Zen just up ahead.
• “(Y/N)! Hey! You look cute today!”
• You weren’t expecting him to say that of all things, so you couldn’t help the tiny blush that appeared on your face.
• “Awh, tha-”
• This is when you felt your hand get tightly enveloped by another.
• Saeran was jealous.
• And unafraid to show it.
• “Looks like I’m interrupting a little date~ see you on he messenger, later! Have fun you two!”
• When Zen leaves, Saeran still doesn’t let your hand go.
• “You know..this is actually kind of..nice..” He awkward says.
• From here on, he starts becoming more and more physically affectionate~ thank you, Zen!

I am so confused.

Why do men on SA mention in their bios that they’re not “full of money” or “want a relationship that exchanges money” or that they “want to be loved for them.” It’s the same story I’ve heard from escorts who have clients who ask them to lower their rates. Or from POT salt daddies who don’t understand why a blanket $3,000 allowance is reasonable.

If you want a regular girlfriend to love you for who you are go to a regular site. Match, OK Cupid, Tinder, Bumble, Christian Mingle, your local neighbourhood coffee shop.

Is it because you want the gorgeous bombshell with the amazing style and the well-traveled look? That girl with the perfect skin, her face oil cost $72 and her eye cream is $40. That girl with the long flawless waves, her hair costs $100 to cut, easy $150 on products, blowout and style for $50. The one with the incredible body, she pays for a personal trainer and a nutritionist and shops exclusively at Whole Foods organic section. The one with the brilliant mind, her education is 30K.

You want EVERYTHING for NOTHING. The best of the best for zero. Then you’ll complain about feminism and expect her to go Dutch on dinner.

Get off SA, don’t approach the expensive-looking escort, don’t introduce yourself as a sugar daddy if you’re not going to pay for the fantasy you so desperately want.


Out of the Blue 02

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk. 

Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.

Notes: in a world where shower sex is Effortless. LOLLL also plz enjoy the stereotypical dogs love peanut butter thing in this it brought me joy

Words: 5k

01 | 02

It was silent, save for the light clinking of the spoon Seokjin was using to stir his tea. Namjoon sat at the island in the middle of the large kitchen, staring down at his cup of tea which was untouched, worrying about one thing and one thing only.

“So what do you think they’re doing?”

Seokjin promptly stopped stirring his tea at the question and turned around away from the counter to look at Namjoon, his eyebrow raised and a small smile playing at his lips. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He sauntered over to the island where Namjoon was seated, taking a sip of his tea on the way over.

Sheepishly, Namjoon chuckled and ducked his head, cheeks turning red from the slight embarrassment and scratching the back of his neck. What a foolish question he had asked. “Oh- um, yeah, I guess not.”

“Yeah, they’ll be doing that for awhile,” Seokjin explained in amusement, taking a seat at the island across from him. “But later on, they’ll take a break.. Come downstairs, eat and drink something - recharge, perhaps. Don’t get it twisted though, you won’t be able to…. touch her, if you know what I mean. Not even a rub on the arm. Jungkook will be attached at her hip. He’s very territorial and possessive of his clients, I’m afraid. Well, I’m sure you know that well enough.”

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EXO’s Reaction to Seeing Their GF Naked for the First Time


Xiumin would take his time letting his eyes wander over your bare body, almost making you uncomfortable with the silence. Finally, after what seemed like hours, his eyes met yours and he smiled. “Beautiful,” he would whisper, before taking you in his arms.


A smile would immediately force itself onto Chen’s face as you took off your last piece of clothing. “Oooh, jagi, you’re so gorgeous,” he’d say excitedly, kissing your cheek and looking you up and down. He’d let his hands wander over your body, his excitement obvious in his movements.


It would almost embarrass you how in awe Baekhyun looked when you stepped out without clothing. When you finally complained at how awkward he was being, he’d smile up at you, pulling you closer. “I’m just look so perfect,” he’d say softly.


Though he’d be obviously turned on, Chanyeol would take a moment to appreciate just how amazing you looked. “Seriously jagi, you’re so perfect!” he’d exclaim, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you. You’d blush and tell him to get a move on, and he’d gladly comply, startling you with his enthusiasm.  


A pink hue would spread onto Lay’s cheeks as he took in your bare body before him. He’d take your hands in his, his eyes finally meeting yours as a smirk spread onto his face, making your breathing hitch in your throat.  “You’re absolutely flawless,” he’d murmur into your ear, sending tingles through you as his eyes wandered back down your body.  


Oddly enough, D.O would be just as shy about it as you were. He’d force himself to keep his eyes on your face, almost making you feel like you had the upper hand. You’d use it to your advantage, teasing him, and soon you’d see the adoration in his eyes change to lust.


Suho wouldn’t be able to control his speech as he saw you for the first time, completely exposed and vulnerable. “You’re absolutely incredible, jagi. You’re gorgeous–honestly you look like a goddess,” he’d gush, his eyes never leaving your body. You’d blush, finally kissing him to stop him from complimenting you.


Not unlike D.O, Kai would be rather bashful about the entire situation. He wouldn’t know what to say at first, his face red and his breathing quick as he gazed at you. “Wow,” is all he would say, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss, his hands softly roaming over you.


Sehun wouldn’t even try to hide the lust that overcame him when he laid eyes on you. “Perfect,” he’d say in a gravely voice, making you blush slightly with his tone. He’d slowly approach you, kissing your lips, then neck, then collarbone. He would opt to use his mouth to explore your body rather than his hands, finding all of your sensitive spots and noting them for later.

really wanna come and get that

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

request: A Daveed x Reader, smut it up babe, reader really likes DAVEED but is afraid to tell him even though they flirt all the time she feels she isn’t hot enough for DAVEED? Like he hangs with so many hot girls, why would he like her? Then surprise take it from there. Make that reader feel good as FUCK.

summary: reader is crushing hardcore on daveed, but is quiet about it because she’s sure she has no chance, especially when compared to the other girls in the show/he hangs out with

warnings: NSFW!! alcohol, smut, self-doubt, dirty talk, bondage, D/S (whos surprised no one is), mentions of breath-play and face fucking, just so much dirty talk i don’t know what else u want from me

word count: 5,859 (wow im extra)

a/n: I AM BAAAAAACK. renee fic is next, just needed some daveed to get back into the swing of things. hope i’m not too rusty ;) lemme know what you think and all that shiiiiiit. title from clipping’s ‘hot fuck no love’ (HAPPY HOLIDAY)

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Painted Hearts (1)

part one; part two; part three; part four; part five;

You watched Yuri in the mirror nervously nibbling on her bottom lip while you wrapped her luscious chocolatey locks around a hot wand to form soft perfect curls. All morning she had been a bundle of nerves for this dinner and despite your best efforts to calm her down, her hands were still shaking. “Yuri, you need to relax,” you told her quietly, scooping another inch of hair up and wrapping it around the curler.

“That’s easy for you to say,” Yuri scoffed, rolling her eyes at you. “I’m about ten minutes away from having a nervous breakdown!” Her hands gripped each other tightly in her lap, the colour completely drained.

Unravelling her curl, you arranged it to frame her flawless face, dropping your hand to her arm and squeezing it reassuringly. “I’m sure the two men your mother has chosen are going to be amazing,” you said unconvincingly.

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anonymous asked:

could you do thigh riding with archie?

You leaned forward, staring inches away from the fuming test tube, studying the reaction of the volatile chemicals. Smiling, you scribbled the results down onto your notepad.

Finishing your sentence, someone creeping up behind you made you jump from your stool, clumsily tipping over. Strong arms linked around your waist and kept you from falling.

You pulled herself from the arms and turned to find the culprit, though you already knew who it was. Only one person bothered you like this.

Archie Andrews.

The cocky ginger stood behind you with a smirk on his face, eyeing you up and down, obviously amused by your reaction.

“Careful there, clumsy,” He teased you, leaning against the science table.

Clad in his letterman jacket with that arrogant air about him, you couldn’t help but frown at him, crossing your arms across your chest.

You had tried making friends with Archie Andrews, but he only ever seemed interested in teasing you. However, there was always a tenderness in his eyes that kept you from hating him. The two of you were in that awkward unsure zone where neither one knew if they were friends, but they both were desperate to be.

“Why do you always have to sneak up on me, Andrews?” You asked with a sigh, placing your pencil on the table. “You know I hate it.”

He smirked, his amber eyes flicking back and forth between yours, cherishing the hatred he saw in them. Any reaction he could get from you was worth it.

“I do know that,” He chided, purposely avoiding the question. He took another step towards you, and you took a wary, subtle step backwards.

Archie Andrews made you feel all the worst emotions at the same time, and you weren’t sure what the result would be if you let him get too close. Maybe a firm smack to the face, or maybe a long define-the-relationship stare that would give away too much. You had known each other since childhood, and it had always been the same back and forth too-much and then not-enough.

“You didn’t answer the question,” You noted with a flick of your hair, getting your defiant bangs out of your face, your loose ponytail barely restraining your hair.

He watched you do this, seeming momentarily distracted.

“No, I didn’t did I?” He said absentmindedly as he watched you try and flick your hair from your face, once more.

He then surprised you by taking a step forward, his large hands reaching out to brush the rogue strand of hair safely behind your ear. You stared into his eyes as you watched them trace the gentle shape of your cheekbones and the thick outline of your lips.

You took a step back, your eyes falling to the floor. You had no clue how to figure this boy out, and every time you tried, it just gave you a headache.

“No, you didn’t,” You mumbled out, your voice barely about a whisper. You cleared your throat and straightened up, not about to let Archie Andrews intimidate you.

You were surprised when you made eye contact again, though. He no longer seemed smug or self-assured. Now he seemed vulnerable and disappointed. You ignored this and pushed on, trying to get to the bottom of his arrival.

“So, why do you do it?” You asked.

You stared at you before answering.

“This time, I have a very specific reason. Turns out I need tutoring, and you’re the one they told me to talk to. Apparently you’re like some god-like prodigy,” He said, a smile returning to his lips. Only this time, it was genuine and charismatic. “But, believe it or not, I knew that already.”

You stood there, dumbfounded. You weren’t even sure you could tutor him. You and him in the same room for prolonged periods of time seemed like a terrible idea!

“Are you s-sure that’s a good idea?” You stuttered out, your fingers tapping along the table.

He raised a knowing eyebrow, his smirk turning more mischievous. He leaned in closer to you, his face only inches from yours.

“What’s the matter, afraid of being alone with me?” He asked with a chuckle.

You, once again, took another step away from him, sitting down on the stool as an excuse. You shook your head.

“No, that’s-” You started, but he cut you off by stepping forward, occupying the empty space between your knees.

A lump formed in your throat as you closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the air shift as he stood so close to you. It was intoxicating, his presence. You wanted to linger there, remaining in it forever. It was warm and safe, and full of friendly competition, which you found so pleasantly stimulating.

However, Archie Andrews was not the type of man for you. He was bold and rash, and so utterly beautiful that he could have his pick of any girl, and he often changed his mind on which one he wanted. You worried about not being able to keep up with him.

“So, you’ll do it then?” He asked, an expecting look on his face.

Your breathing was becoming uneven, your skin tingling with potential betrayal- you worried you would reach out to touch him at any moment. You had to get yourself out of this situation. To end it as quickly as you could, you nodded your head, gulping down your feelings.

“Yes,” You breathed out, quickly rising from the chair, grabbing your test tube from the holder with the designated tool, utilizing this excuse to get away from him.

He watched you from afar, but you avoided his gaze as you removed your apron and goggled, placing them back in their slots.

“So, do you want to study today?” He asked you after several torturous moments of silence.

“Uhhh,” You wiped your sweaty hands on your pants while you thought about the question. “No, I can’t today. Mathletes until five, then I have to study for an AP History test. I’m free tomorrow?” You suggested.

He nodded his head, his smile growing.

“Yes, sounds good! I’ll text you” He said, collecting himself then walking towards the door. He paused upon reaching it.

He looked back at you, a cheeky smile on his lips.

“Nice goggle marks, by the way,” He teased, then disappeared.


You were highlighting important passages in your notes when your cell chimed, claiming your attention. You picked it up, seeing that Archie had finally messaged you.

Want to study, now?

You rolled over onto your back, quickly clicking the keys.

Yes, want to come to mine?

Three dots popped up onto your phone screen, then the reply came quickly.

No, I’m home alone. Come to mine.

The next message gave an address.

You gulped, wondering what he was planning.

Why does it matter that you’re home alone? You messaged back, but after being left on read for nearly ten minutes, you deduced that he wasn’t going to reply so you loaded into your car and drove to the designated address.

You walked up to the door, knocking. He was quick to arrive, smiling at you. You hardly noticed his smile, as your eyes were focusing on the fact that he was shirtless.

Your eyebrows furrowed at this and you pointed at his bare and impressive torso.

“What?” Was all you could ask as a blush crept onto your face.

He cocked his head at you, almost like a bewildered puppy. Then the craziest thing happened.

Archie Andrews blushed.

He tried to use the door as a shield, subtly hiding the majority of his body behind it.

“Uh, sorry. I was working out earlier and it didn’t really occur to me. Are you uncomfortable?” He asked, suddenly very concerned about your opinion.

You gave him a blank stare as you pushed into his house.

“It didn’t occur to you to put clothes on?” You asked, not buying his story.

His eyes scanned the floor. “Ok, I’ll go put a shirt on,” He said with a sheepish smile.

You held up your hands to still him.

“Hey, it’s your house, your rules. I’m just here to help you study, I don’t think a shirt will interfere with that,” You commented, unaware if that was the truth or not.

He nodded, then turned away from you.

“Ok, my room is up here, we can study there,” He told you, already disappearing up the stairs.

You followed him, staring at his flawless back muscles as he moved, his hand on the guardrail making certain muscles flex. You stared in awe at how perfect he was.

He turned around to face you, so you tried to pull your face together and make it look like you weren’t just staring at him.

“My room is right here, go ahead,” He extended a hand, allowing you to go first.

You settled on his bed, dropping your bag onto the floor, busying yourself with setting up your textbook and opening your notes to the appropriate pages.

While doing this, you felt Archie sit next to you on the bed. He sat so close to you that his weight made the bed shift, you falling closer to him. You cleared your throat, trying to position yourself further from him without being obvious.

Of course you were, and he smirked at how obvious you were. He didn’t comment on it, though, and instead looked at your notes to feign interest.

An hour and a half had passed. At first, it was studying. It was you teaching him concepts, and him struggling to grasp them. But then, he was understanding concepts before you even had time to teach them, and then instead of science and chemistry, easy conversation filled the time.

You stared at him after he answered another question correctly without even a second though. You looked back and forth between his eyes, noticing how unguarded they were. This was the real Archie- quick-witted and genuine, with clever one-liners and intimate conversations.

You saw into him, and you could clearly tell that he was smarter than he was letting on.

“You seem to be pretty good at this,” You commented, seeing the content glint disappear from his eyes as he tried to hide them by scanning the notes on your guys’ laps.

“Yea, you’re a pretty good teacher,” He said, smiling up at you.

Suspicion glinted in your squinted eyes as you stared at him. “I haven’t taught you this yet. It almost seems like you don’t need tutoring,” You accused.

When his tawny eyes locked onto yours, you could feel the defeat in them. His body sagged as he leaned against the wall supporting the bed.

“Well, now, you could be onto something there,” He muttered, his eyelashes acting as the perfect ebony curtain to hide his guilty expression.

You rose, pushing your notes off your lap onto his bed, creating a quilt of AP chemistry notes.

“What is going on here?” You asked, your crossed arms a protective barrier over your wounded pride.

He looked into your eyes, then down to the floor. He then sat forward, running his callused hands over his face before shrugging at you, not being able to come up with a response.

“I just like hanging out with you, I guess,” He admitted.

You stared at him. “What?”

“I wanted you to hang out with me, but I couldn’t think of another way to get you here,” He admitted, staring into your eyes.

You continued staring.

“You could have just asked me,” You told him.

He chuckled harshly at that. “Would you really have come over if I had just asked? After all of the teasing and the uncomfortable tension?” He asked you, sinking back into his bed to rest his back against the wall.

You considered this.

“Yes,” You answered simply once you had come to a conclusion. He looked up at you hopefully.

“But why do you treat me like that? Only me?”

He smiled, but part of him still seemed sad.

“’Cause you’re the only one who treats me like you do. I didn’t know how to handle that. And then factor in the sexual tension and the inevitable longing, and I had no clue what to do with you?”

There was a crimson carpet that unraveled up your neck and across your cheeks.

“Sexual tension and inevitable longing?” You questioned, repeating the words he had used, your voice so quiet he barely heard you.

The tint of his hair spread to the tips of his ears as he listened to his repeated words fall from your mouth. There was no turning back now. He had admitted, and he had to own it.

“Come on, do you really think I would go through all of your rejections and keep pestering you if I wasn’t damn near in love with you,” He said with a smirk, but his voice was low and meek, his eyes were glistening with need and exposure.

Archie could see you process with information as your eyes widened, flickering back and forth as you digested his words. You took a step away from him, then immediately took a larger step towards him.

You shook your head, seeming like you couldn’t understand his words. “What?” You uttered again.

“But all those other girls. I’m not like them, I don’t know how to-” You started, trying to open yourself up to him in the same way he opened up to you.

If he was willing to express himself, then you owed it to yourself and him to see where this could lead. After all, you never denied the sexual tension and inevitable longing, as he phrased it.

He pushed himself from the bed, appearing in front of you.

“If I liked the other girls, I wouldn’t be here with you. I want you,” He rushed out, anxious for you to hear those words and understand. He was so close to you that these words fanned his warm breath across your face and exposed collarbones.

You reached up and placed your hands on his chest, trying to steady yourself from all of these emotions. Without looking up, you whispered, “I think I love you, too,” into his chest.

You felt, at the same time, his breathed cease and his heart beat accelerate. This phenomenon made your own heart beat faster, thrilled by how you affected him.

“Do you really mean-” He asked excitedly, but before he could finish, you pressed yourself onto your tiptoes, crashing your lips upon his.

He was surprised, his hands freezing at his sides before coming to rest upon your hips. He smiled into your kiss, his grin prominent on your own lips. You always hated that damn smirk and how it mocked you, but now you felt like it was for you and you owned it.

There was an unfamiliar longing in your stomach that bubbled up only when you were around Archie. It was the sensation that only he could summon, and now it was more powerful than ever. It was overwhelming and maturing, and you knew now was the time to act on this side of you that you never had before.

You pulled away, panting as you nuzzled into the side of his neck, whispered into his ear.

“Will you show me how?” You asked him as you placed your hand on his chest, pushing down to signal that you wanted him on the bed.

He obliged and laid down, but verbally objected.

“We shouldn’t. Not yet,” He said, his eyes still glazed from the kiss.

You stood in front of him.

“Do you want to?” You asked, a slight pout on your face.

He chuckled at you, having known you were going to throw a fit.

“Of course I do. I’ve wanted little else since I was, like, ten,” He teased, staring up at you from his spot on the bed.

You smiled at him, his jokes one of his best qualities.

“Then there is nothing holding me back. After knowing me this long, you should know that I do what I want, and don’t listen to anyone who opposes me,” You teased him back, sauntering forward, but he sat up to stop you from climbing on top of him.

He sighed, clearly upset with himself for his next words.

“Y/n, I really don’t think we should,” He spoke.

You looked down at him, a smile creeping onto your lips. You admired and respected him in this moment, knowing that he only had your best interest at heart.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, a sensual sweet kiss full of passion and intimacy before pulling away, staring into his eyes.

“Then we won’t,” You told him, standing straight.

You took a deep breath, aware of how uncharacteristic you were being right now, but something about Archie made you want to do crazy things for him. You wrapped your fingers around the hem of your shirt, then quickly tugged it off before you could think twice about it.

You dropped it onto the floor.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t do other things,” You said, then fingered the button on your shorts, tugging them from your legs, kicking them from your ankles.

His eyes were mesmerized by you, his words stolen right from his mouth. He licked his lips as his eyes scanned your exposed body. Then he latched onto your arms that looped around your back, your nimble fingers unlatching your bra.

You held your unhooked bra still for a moment, enjoying the hypnotized look on Archie’s face while he waited like an obedient dog for his treat. Then you let the garment fall to the ground and Archie’s eyes fluttered shut, a deep breath falling from his mouth.

Just his reaction was enough to arouse you, and you felt the moisture collecting in your satin panties. You wondered if he could see it, then decided you didn’t care. Here with Archie, you knew you were free to be whoever you were.

“This is so sudden, I don’t understand,” Archie whimpered out, his body unnaturally still on the bed.

Your feet walked of their own accord, closing the distance between the two of you. You lowered yourself slowly in front of him until your breasts were directly in front of his face, then you pressed a chaste kiss to his chin.

“No, it’s about four years too late,” You told him, then took a seat on his thigh, letting it rest between your thighs.

As soon as you sat on it, you slightly jerked back up with a gasp, not expecting the friction to feel so amazing on your soaked core. Your clit made direct contact, and now throbbed for more.

Archie had noticed your reaction and his eyes looked down to his thigh to see where there was just the smallest little moist stain on his grey sweatpants from where your drenched panties made contact.

Without hesitation, he encompassed your head in his huge hands and pressed his mouth on yours, his tongue pillaging your mouth.

He pulled away to instruct you to sit back on his thigh.

You blushed, looking down at his thigh, looking at the stain.

“No, it’s hot,” Archie corrected, sensing your insecurity. His eyes were glazed as he looked at you, his dark eyes blown wide from his lust-filled pupils. “Now, sit down,” He ordered.

You did and whined a little when contact was made again. Without warning, Archie shifted his thigh beneath you, making it rub against you.

You unwillingly moaned out, desperately grasping his broad shoulders, digging your fingernails into his exposed skin.

“It feels so good,” You panted out, barely able to speak.

Archie’s gaze was locked on you, unable to look anywhere else.

“Oh my god, you are too perfect,” He breathed out, grinding his thigh into once more, making you howl with pleasure.

You pressed your forehead into his shoulder, lost in pleasure, as your hips began moving themselves against his thigh.

You were just a mess of pants and moans at this point, unaware of what you were doing, just doing what felt good. It seemed to be impressing Archie, because he was just a string of reassurances and compliments as you worked yourself against him.

Only a few minutes passed before the pressure had built so much you had to explode. You screamed into his skin and drenched your panties so heavily that the stain on his pants spread out.

You stilled, making Archie smile down at you.

“What a good little angle, coming so quickly,” Archie whispered into your ear.

He easily picked you up and gently laid your back on the bed, careful to make sure your legs were off the bed enough. It made sense one he kneeled before you, wrapping your legs around his shoulders.

He smirked up at you between your legs.

“Now, let’s see if I can get you to come even quicker.”

The Unblessed - Part 3


Previous part - Next part (coming soon)

Summary: Everybody knows to stay away from the forest, where the Seelie and Unseelie courts remain as a permanent danger to humans. But when the people in your village begin to starve and you face a dangerous journey to the land of the fae, you never think of the consequences it may bring… Until the Prince of Winter himself sets his eyes on you.

Warnings: Explicit smut, NSFW, mentions of violence. 

Word count: 5188

A.N: Yes, this is my first smut ever, and yes, this series has apparently consumed my soul. Please, PLEASE let me know what you think… Enjoy!
As usual, dedicated to the wonderful Ella @buckysinthesinbin for encouraging me at every step of the way when all I wanted to do was spontaneously combust and for being an awesome friend. Here’s to burning in hell together.

Originally posted by gertieparr

Home, it turns out, is a vast palace that belongs to the winter court. You keep slipping in and out of consciousness, so determining the exact location of the place is impossible, but once the fae passes a giant set of doors you’re welcomed by a warm wind and the sound of people talking.

The place is crawling with fae, tall beautiful creatures with flawless skin and perfect features that seem to float around the place rather than walk, bodies moving gracefully over the marble floors. There’s one detail though, something that makes the beauty shatter once you pay attention for too long, when their faces morph into masks of disgust and rosebud eyes glare at you from all directions, the fair folk snarling at you with teeth like thorns.

You feel yourself being carried through various halls, climbing stairs, doors opening and closing behind you until you end up in a large bedroom, where your companion places you on the bed and turns around without a second look, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone.

Almost immediately, you sit up on the bed, scanning the room for any object that can get you out of there, to no avail, choosing to rummage through the drawers  of the bedside table instead, hoping to find a way out or at least a weapon, your mind just registering that you’ve been brought right into the lion’s den.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” The male voice coming from behind you makes you jump, your entire body tensing as you turn around slowly, hoping to find a fae ready to snap you in half, but instead, your eyes find a pair of sky blue eyes hidden under blonde strands of hair, looking at you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. What’s more interesting, the air doesn’t change around him, and even though there is an ethereal feel about this man, his eyes don’t spark and his skin doesn’t glisten, and his smile is as warm as the summer that’s just vanished.

He’s a human.

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anonymous asked:

So I saw this Japanese poll online and fans were asked to vote for the Japanese male celebrity with the best skin. Turns out Yuzuru Hanyu won the poll and now I have this ridiculous headcanon that Yuuri has beautiful flawless skin. And actually, I'm pretty sure he does. East Asians are very particular about skin care, I mean, look at the super popular Korean skincare routine.

OMG I’m not surprised that Yuzuru Hanyu won! His skin is perfect and flawless! I can totally see Yuuri having beautiful skin as well, and Victor getting a little jealous over it. 

“Yuuri, how do you get your skin to be so perfect?”

“I, uh, wash my face?”

“Yes, but with what?”

“Just typical soap and water. Why?”

*Victor, throwing thousands of dollars of skincare across the room* “are yOU KIDDING ME??”

Chansaw As Pitch Perfect 2 Quotes

Veronica: You are physically flawless–

Heather: Thank you.

Veronica: But it doesn’t mean I like you.

Veronica: *to Heather* Okay, just because you are making me very sexually confused does not mean that you are intimidating!

Heather: So, have you abandoned your dumb plan to leave the Remington party?

Veronica: You wish you gorgeous… specimen…. *to Heather M.* She’s really in my head.

*playing croquet*

Heather: *touches Veronica’s face* Now don’t cry to hard when you lose, makes eyes puffy.

Veronica: *whispers* Your hands are so soft.

Heather: I’m sorry I don’t speak loser, what did you say?

Heather D.: She actually speaks 8 languages, but loser is not one of them.

Heather C. And Heather D.: *Walk off*

Veronica: HA! YOUR SWeat smells like cinnamon! …Damn it!


Originally posted by gabbiesworld

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: “Could you write an Alex x Reader where the reader is chubby and super insecure about it?”

Word count: 1.459

Posted: 30th of April 2017

A/N: Hello there, guys! I’ve written exactly six imagines today and I am posting one everyday, so you can read something also during the weekdays.
Anyways, I loved writing this imagine and I hope that you like it too. Sorry for some typo errors, if there are some. It’s almost 04.30 am here and I am kind of sleepy too. Sorry and enjoy!

P.S.: If you struggle with your insecurities, please don’t hesitate to send me some messages. My ask box is always open for you, no matter what problem you have. I would appreciate it a lot. Thank you.

- G. x

“Babe, are you okay?” It was your school’s Winter Formal and your boyfriend Alex noticed that you were in a deep thought as you silently fidgeted with your fingers. “Babe?”

“Uh,” You suddenly shook your head as the loud music and Alex’s voice sank in your mind. The room was dark and it was lighted by some strobe lights as the music was fast and noisy. You wandered your eyes around and you saw the people dancing messily and wildly. “I am fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.” He sat beside you as he handed you a plastic cup filled with a red coloured punch.

“I am.” You shortly answered as you felt another knot in your stomach. You’ve been observing the beautiful, skinny and perfect girls from your school and you quickly felt guilty and insecure. You took a sip from your cup as you hid your perplexity from Alex.

“Can we talk?” You looked at Alex and he seemed serious. He wouldn’t leave the question open until he assured himself that you were fine.

“About what?” You shrugged your shoulders as if you didn’t know why he wanted to talk to you. He might have hinted what you were into, because this wasn’t the first time that it would happen, so he insisted on the topic.

“About everything.” He was bothered for your actions and, even though you haven’t agreed yet, he already stood up from the bleachers and he waited for your hand as he put his out.

“Lex, it’s not necessary.” You assured him, but still put your plastic cup beside you and you grabbed his hand before standing up.

“I think that it is.” He emotionlessly answered and you bit your lip as he intertwined his hands with yours, dragging you out of the school gym, where the dance was being held. “So? What’s the matter, love?”

“Nothing matters.” You let his hand go as you sighed loudly and heavily. “Nothing matters, neither do I.”

“You absolutely matter, (Y/N).” Alex’s shoulder fell down as he knew what was happening to you that night. “Tell me what’s in your mind?”

“I think you know what’s in this stupid mind.” You avoided Alex’s gaze, because you felt uncomfortable, flustered. He already talked to you about this topic and he would never be tired of repeating it.

“Maybe yes, maybe not.” Alex answered and he perfectly knew how nervous and pressured you were at that moment. You have a certain intimacy with Alex, but you were always shy to talk about these things with him.

“Fine, Alex! I am telling you what’s running on my mind, right now.” You raised your voice as you gathered your courage to let everything out. “I am jealous of these pretty girls around me. I mean, have you ever seen them? They’re perfect and I am a potato. They have perfect skin, flat stomachs and their dresses fit very well in them. I am just so full of flaws and I hate it, I hate myself because of it.” You huffed as you finished ranting about it. Alex listened to you, even though he already knew what you would’ve said.

“Is that what perfect is for you?” He raised an eyebrow as he asked you with a smirk. “Because I am seeing the perfection in front of me.”

“Perfection!” You shot him a death glare as you sarcastically repeated what he has said. Alex was disappointed of himself, because he couldn’t make you feel better and he couldn’t give you more confidence for yourself. He couldn’t convince you that you should love your so-called- flaws and that stressed him, because all he wanted was for you to love yourself. “I sometimes wonder why you even chose me.”

“I think you are, (Y/N).” He seriously said as he grabbed your right hand and caressed the back of it with his thumb. “You know that I will always love you and I will always take you as you are, right? I will always choose you, no matter what.”

“I know, Alex.” You fiddled with your lovely long dress, playing with the smooth fabric of it.

“Look at me, love.” Alex sweetly cupped your cheeks and you looked at him, showing him your disheartened gaze. “You know that all these things, that you call flaws, are the reason why I loved you and why I am loving you, right?”

“You’ve already told me that, but I don’t believe you.” You contradicted him as he just smiled and shook his head.

“These imperfections that you call are the ones that make you perfect, love.” He caressed your cheek. You still had your own opinion and he couldn’t wreck the wall between the two of you.

“I don’t think so.” You crossed your arms, being a hard headed.

“Shush you.” He walked closer to you and kissed your nose. “You don’t have to be insecure because I love you so much and I think that you are flawless. You should love yourself and you shouldn’t shame yourself because of them. You are flawless and please remember that, okay?”

“Do you really think that?” Your shoulders relaxed after those sweet words that slipped out Alex’s mouth. You finally let your walls down as you let him assure you. You absorbed his words and you felt loved in some ways.

“Of course, Babe.” He slowly nodded with a smile and he knew that you gained some confidence for yourself again. “So, please, don’t ever compare yourself to others because you are perfect and always will be. Okay?”

“I’m sorry.” You sighed for the hundredth time and Alex just smiled even wider, letting go of your face, that he was still cupping.

“You don’t have to because it’s clearly not your fault.” He sincerely answered. “I just want for you to think that you are unblemished and to teach you how to love yourself, because I do.”

“Thank you, babe. You always know how to cheer me up.” You blushed as you thanked him, so for him not to notice it, you suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck and you hugged him.

“I am just stating the truth, baby.” He wrapped his arms around your waist as he exchanged the hug you’ve been giving to him. “I shouldn’t be thanked, when all I did was being honest.”

“Aw, Babe.” You bit your lower lip while smiling and you let Alex go.

“I love you.” He looked at you straight into your eyes and you perfectly knew how sincere he was during that exact moment.

“I love you too.” You honestly replied and his lips formed a big smile before closing the gap between the two of you.

You shared a passionate kiss, full of love as Alex demonstrated that he really cared for you, but it was broken by your best friend, Jessica.

“Cuties, you’re missing a great party in there.” She winked at you as she grabbed your hand and Alex followed the two of you, still wanting to kiss your soft lips.

“Jess, stop stealing my girlfriend because she’s mine.” Alex playfully said, but he was partly serious about it.

“Damn, Standall!” Jessica complained as you entered the gym once again. Tony was playing a slow love song and Jessica surrendered as she wanted for you to have a moment together. “Here’s your beautiful girlfriend, but I will steal her if you don’t take care of her.”

“Shut up, Jess. You should give up now, because I will never let her go and I will always take care of her.” You blushed as you felt your boyfriend hugging you from behind.

“Whatever, Alex.” Jessica rolled her eyes and she let go of your hand, heading to Justin. “Enjoy guys.”

“We will.” You and Alex said in unison as you headed in the middle of the gym to dance.

“May I have this dance, beautiful?” Alex asked you as he put his hand out again.

“Of course,” you grabbed his hand and he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “handsome.”

You both laughed as you slowly danced together, swaying together with the rhythm of the music.

You thanked Alex, because you really felt better with his kind and honest words. You knew that he wouldn’t lie to you, because you knew Alex very well.

He helped you to start loving your so-called-flaws, because he was right! Your flaws are those little things that made you perfect, unique and beautiful. You should start appreciating them, because you wouldn’t be you without them.

He was the best that you’ve ever had and you couldn’t thank him enough for being the perfect and loving boyfriend that he was.

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@braveten submitted: hi zeph so here’s the thing – i really love you and your art and i wanted to get in on this whole ‘yuuri katsuki crop top appreciation’ thing but i can’t draw :(

i know the crop ain’t top, but your art is!

This is my favorite yuuri, thank you so much


Request from anon: Could I get a request in which Sebastian’s s/o wants*cough* begs *cough* to see his true form (as they know already what he really is). Please if it’s not a bother. 


“Why not?” 

Jutting out your bottom lip in a pout, you sat on the bed that Sebastian was trying to straighten the duvet on. 

“Because, (y/n). Now, please drop the subject.”

Gingerly, he cupped your face in his gloved hand, smiling politely as he always did.

“Do you not trust me? Is that it?”

Crossing you arms, you remained seated on the bed, much to his chagrin. A soft sigh left his ivory lips as he gazed down at you,

“No, that isn’t it.”

“Then what is it?! I mean, I know what you are. What’s the issue with me seeing what you actually look like? I want to know you, in every way. I love you, Sebastian. Whatever your true form looks like, that won’t change.”

Another sigh escaped his lips, this one sounded far more exasperated as he turned on his heel, walking across the room to dust off the mantle on the opposite side of the room.

“You don’t know what you’re asking. I don’t want to frighten you, Even if I wasn’t bound to this contract, I wouldn’t show you my true form. It isn’t pleasant and I don’t want to risk you thinking any less of me or growing to fear me because of it.”

“Sebastian, I would never. I can’t.”

Rising from your spot on the bed, you walked over to him and carefully wrapped your arms around him from behind. 

“I love you. I know who you are. Despite what you are, I love you and I know that you would never hurt me.”

You pressed your lips to the valley between his shoulder blades, kissing the spot gently as you tightened your arms around him, hugging him close.

A smile crept across his lips as he folded his arms over yours before pulling them away from his torso.

“Are you certain? You won’t be able to un-see it.”

Taking your hands in his, he spun around to gaze down into your eyes, searching them for a trace of doubt.

“I’m certain. Please, Sebastian.”

You stared straight back into his crimson orbs, your certainty unwavering.

“Very well. Sit here, please.”

Walking you back over to the bed, he placed his hands on your waist and sat you down on the edge of the bed, before stepping a few feet back.

“Last chance.”

He raised his eyebrow as a final warning.

“I’m not changing my mind.”

“Here goes nothing then.”

You kept your eyes glued to his frame as a dark aura began to exude from his body. Shadows seemed to envelop him as impressive, midnight black wings sprouted with ease from his spine. He grew taller as pointed heels became his feet. You could feel your jaw hanging freely as it began to gape at his transformation. The change was so fluid; it was mesmerizing. Your eyes couldn’t bear to leave his figure as you continued to watch his teeth and nails grow longer, sharper. His eyes met yours and they seemed to glow a vibrant shade of fuchsia.




As fluidly as he transformed, Sebastian melted back into his standard form. His dumbstruck expression remained as he knelt before you in front of the bed,

“I meant it. You look beautiful. Either way. Sebastian, I don’t just see claws or wings or teeth. I don”t just see your handsome face or perfect hair or flawless smile when you’re in this form either. I see you. Your true form doesn’t frighten me, it impresses me. You continue to amaze me and that’s one of the things I love about you. I’ll certainly never get bored of you.”

A soft giggle left your lips as you smiled down down at him, draping your arms around his neck. He returned your grin as he leaned forward, seizing you waist in his grasp delicately as he stood and laid you back on the bed. Leaning over you, he studied your features intricately, smiling brightly as he lowered his face closer to yours, until you could feel his breath tickle your bottom lip.

“I doubt I’ll ever be able to grow bored of you either, my love. You continue to surprise me everyday. I’m glad you aren’t afraid, because I couldn’t stand to lose you, (y/n). I love you.”

“I love you too, Sebastian.”

Your breath was hardly a whisper as he grinned down at you softly, before pressing his lips to yours.

What Fools These Mortals Be. Chapter One

Multi-chapter AU

The Riverdale Community Theatre Company is staging its greatest production to date: “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”. Betty Cooper sees this as an opportunity to make the company’s most sought-after actor, Archie Andrews, hers. Unfortunately, new girl in town, Veronica Lodge has scored a lead role, putting her directly opposite Archie. Behind the scenes, Jughead Jones has returned to his usual role back stage but is soon drafted into the play when one of the actors has an accident. Meanwhile, director Kevin Keller just wants to stage a successful play and keep his actors private lives separate.

Big shout out to the awesome @jandjsalmon who is beta'ing and is amazing. She is a cornerstone of this fandom and I am so happy to have her help with bringing this story to life.

Also thank you to @zombiekittez who is answering my questions around the intricacies of community theatre, it has really helped me in visualising and creating this story.

I will be attempting to update this regularly as possible with at least one update per week, possibly more depending on my brain’s co-operation.

“I cannot just stand by and watch you do this again,” Kevin Keller huffed, watching his blonde best friend as she adjusted herself in the mirror. Betty Cooper had asked him to come by before the first meeting of their community theatre group, to give her a pep talk and to help her choose an outfit. He was not entirely holding up his side of the bargain though, instead he was trying to talk her out of whatever elaborate plan she had this time.

“You make it sound so dramatic, Kevin.” She looked at him briefly before turning back to her reflection. Betty was trying to decide between two lip shades, ‘perfect pink’ or ‘seductive red’. Her fingers itched to choose the scarlet shade, but as she applied the colour she immediately changed her mind and wiped it off, returning to her signature shade. She liked to play it safe, and tonight she needed the comfort of the usual.

“Every year you make moon eyes at him and every year he ends up bedding another member of the cast,” Kevin said, not unkindly, more matter of fact. He didn’t like to hurt her, but sometimes he had to tell it like it was.

“Well then it’s about time that it’s my turn,” Betty answered in her typical, self-depreciating humour. She knew pining was a silly thing for a grown woman to do. Chasing the boy around like a puppy, begging at his heels for any bit of attention he would throw her way.

Kevin scowled, upset that she thought so little of herself.

“Oh don’t look at me like that, it was a joke,” she added rolling her eyes, a half-truth.

“Betty, you know I love you, but don’t make a fool of yourself this year.” His tone was serious. He swore everyone in the damn group knew the feelings that Betty had for Archie, except Archie – who was a great actor but extraordinarily oblivious on the best of days.

“God, Kevin! You make me sound like a silly school girl,” she huffed, twirling her flaring skirt as she faced him, her make-up now flawless, looking every bit as perfect as everyone thought she was.

“Your words,” he quipped with a smirk before she grabbed a cushion from the nearby couch and threw it at him. Chuckling, Kevin caught it before it could hit his face and threw it back at her gently.

She knew what her friend was saying was true, it wasn’t like this was new thing. It happened every year without fail when the gang got back together to perform. Good old Betty Cooper was there being her perfect self, waiting for any tiny glimmer of an opportunity with Archie Andrews to roll around… but every year it was like she didn’t even exist to him as more than just a friend. Another year and another production meant yet another chance for him to see what he had been missing, for him to see her.

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your fave is problematic: nikolai lantsov

- too cool 4 u
- superstar.mp3
- so perfect he literally created another version of him that’s basically his raggedy alter ego
- said alter ego is just nikolai playing with ships instead of subjects
- ALSO somehow has even more sex appeal than the original which is like… holy shit wow a+ 11/10 would bangbarabangbang
- yo ho ho a pirate’s life for me (and a bottle of kvas)
- brilliant, talented, showstopping.gif
- better than your faves 2kforever
- will probably smack his face into the mirror one day bc he’ll be too busy flirting w/ his own reflection
- but according to sturmhond crooked noses are in so it’s fine
- allergic to the word impossible
- meteor shower boy™
- has this really nasty kink called treating your crush/partner with respect and supporting them no matter what. disgusting right
- will (and has) sacrificed himself for his kingdom/people……. seriously someone kinkshame him like wtf how dare he
- …… be so perfect
- did i say perfect? bc p e r f e c t ✨✨✨✨✨✨
- how do you flawless™
- 2 sexy for your crown
- nikolai: i don’t like drama!!!!
also nikolai: 👀👂🔍
- will steal your heart and never give it back like once you meet him that’s it. bye fam it’s been real i’m forever enchanted by this perfect man… this perfect fictional man

Proud  [ T.D ]

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Request: No lmao I just really wanted to write this.

Word Count: 961

Warnings: None just a whole lotta cute

A/N: This is kinda trash but I’d been trying to fit in the time to write this for weeks. Also, that’s thREE PIECES OF WRITING IN ONE NIGHT like that’s weird mate.

“Lie all you want, but I know what I saw.”

“It was a Halloween costume, I swear.” Tim runs a hand through his raven hair, pushing the stray strands out of his eyes. There were slight bags under his eyes that would have gone unnoticed by any other but they were more than just visible to you now. They made sense.

Of course Tim was a bloody superhero. That would explain the disappearances in the nights and in the evenings. It would explain why Tim is so tired all the time and it would explain all of the last minute cancellations of plans. It would also explain all the scars and bruises that littered his body.

At first, you had assumed that he was cheating on you. But even the idea was a disgrace to yourself let alone your relationship. Tim had been your boyfriend for a little over eleven months and you both knew that there is nothing on this planet more pure than your love for each other. The other assumption you had made was that he had joined some sort of top secret fight club, which, in its own way was kinda sorta correct.

If anything, when you had found the torn and no longer wearable Red Robin suits all collected into a box which was shoved under his bed you had been more excited than anything else. You’re boyfriend is a freaking superhero.


“Seriously, Y/N–”

“Why are you being so defensive, Tim?” You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. A smirk crosses your lips, your eyes meeting his. “It’s actually kinda hot.”

“You’re not mad?” Tim finally gives in as he blushes, placing his strong hands on your hips and pulling you closer into him. His eyes shine underneath the light peering in from the window of his bedroom, the blue hues of his iris’ mixing together to form their own ocean. His skin was almost flawless, a small pimple and a few scrapes and bruises were scattered around yet he was still seemingly the most perfect human being to have stepped foot on this earth.

“You’re Red Robin. If anything, I’m so proud of you.” You rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your face into the soft fabric of his shirt. A small smile lingers on your lips and your hands rest on his toned biceps. Each and every one of his muscles had become more evident to you now and you could never have known that it was possible for you to be even more attracted to him then you were before. His body aside, he had a heart of gold and bravery far beyond any other his age.

“Really?” He mumbles, nuzzling his nose in your hair. For so long he had been fretting, knowing that he would eventually have to tell you about his alias sooner or later and now that you knew it was as if a large weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. 

“Of course I am,” You say, “You’re so brave, Tim. You’ve saved so many lives and made so many people feel safer. People like you provide the hope that we all need to carry on. Red Robin and Batman and Nightwing and all the other people who fight to keep people like me or people like my neighbours or friends are the ones who give us that sense of security. It’s like–it’s like you’re a ray of sunshine in a windowless room, you know? And I don’t think there’s anyone else as proud of their boyfriend as I am of mine.”

Tim hums, his chest vibrating against your skin. His hold on you only grows tighter as you pull back slightly so that you can look at him. Your fingers tangle themselves in Tim’s soft hair, his eyelids fluttering at the feeling. A smile plays on his lips, one that made you weak at the knees. You could only hope that Tim didn’t notice your balance wavering.

“Thank you, Tim. For everything.”

“No. Thank you, for understanding.” Tim brings a hand up to cup your cheeks, his eyes adoringly gazing into yours. He closes the space between you, bringing his soft lips to yours. This was definitely not the first time you had kissed each other but it was definitely just as amazing. You both could feel the trust and the honesty that flowed through the kiss in soft waves as you held each other with such gentle yet strong touches.

You pulled away, your foreheads still touching. Tim mirrored your grin, his hand now resting underneath your chin. It still surprised him, how beautiful you are and just how lucky he was to be the one to kiss you whenever he felt like it. The scent of his cologne that filled your senses made you feel dizzy as it was and to add to that the aftermath of the kiss also had the same effect. At least you knew that if you fell, Tim would be right there to catch you.

“In all seriousness,” Tim smirks cheekily, his eyebrow slightly raised and his bottom lip between his teeth. “Do you know what my suit is made out of?”

“Don’t even.” You playfully glare at him, trying your best to suppress the smile that creeps onto your lips because of his dorkiness. His gaze was teasing and his smirk was as distracting as the scent of Alfred’s freshly baked brownies.

“Boyfriend material.” A playful grin is plastered onto Tim’s lips. You giggle as he chuckles, the vibrations of his chest sending tingles down your spine. You were both happier in this moment than you any other you could name. And Neither of you would change a single thing.

“What are you? Five?”

Ivar’s Axe - a Vikings Imagine

Ivar x Reader; Ivar x You
Rating: Explicit
Words: 3200
Warning: improvised sex toy (otherwise known as ‘I can’t believe I wrote this, what have I become’)
Summary: Ivar asks you to admire his favorite axe. Then things get weird.

Inspired by conversations the resulted from this set photo we got yesterday:

Ao3 Link Here

Excerpt: Ivar flips the weapon in question idly, then holds it in a loose grip as he invites you to admire it. “This one has perfect balance; I never miss with it. The blade holds an edge well, and—“ he chokes up on it, extends the butt end closer to your face, “look at how polished the handle has become.”

It’s a strange thing to admire about a weapon, but you indulge Ivar, leaning closer and taking a look. It’s true, the ash wood positively shines in the evening light, smooth and flawless as a river stone.  

“I never let anyone else use it; I have kept this axe with me for years. It has formed itself to my hands.” He flips it around a few more times, then grasps it by the head and holds it out to you. “I want you to wash it for me,” he commands.

“What?” You are confused, but you only want to make sure you heard him right. You are used to Ivar making odd requests of you; sometimes he does it just to see if you will listen. These little power games would probably annoy another girl, but not you. You often feel like he is testing you, desiring to know the extent of your loyalty, or dedication, and you are eager to prove yourself to him.

His eyes go wide as he inclines his head toward you. Like he can’t believe he has to explain what he just said. “Take it down to the river where you wash your clothes, and wash my axe.” Ivar bounces the handle in front of your face until you take it, the wood warm and smooth under your fingers. Then he sits back and flashes you his most charming grin, the one that usually means you’re about to spend the next hour making out with him in some hidden corner. “And wash yourself, while you’re there. Then meet me in my bed.”

A thrill rushes through you. After weeks of nothing but heavy petting, Ivar finally wants to have sex? You’ll follow pretty much any instructions, no matter how strange, if it means he’s ready to lay down with you, touch you in all the places that you’ve been dreaming of…

He reaches over and taps you on the nose with his finger. “Run along now, y/n. I will be waiting.”

You can’t stop the smile spreading over your face, sweet tension already building between your legs as you stand and turn to go.

“And don’t forget my axe,” he calls after you.

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Feeling the warm, summer air against your face, you walked slowly along the pathway. The sky was painted with a beautiful orange gradient, and breeze dusted the hair from your face. You took a deep, fresh breath of the warm air, and sighed contently, glancing up at his face.


He was staring off into the distance, like always. Even when he went off into his daydream state, he still looked flawless. Everything about him was perfect, and in that moment you were the happiest you had ever been. Your hand gripped his, and as you walked, you fell more and more in love. The way he just had so many different sides to his personality- it was fun to explore. Just: Flawless.

You’d finally made your way to the dorm room. You technically didn’t live there, but it seemed as if you did. It was far better than living alone, living with your boyfriend and his group members. Every day was new, and exciting.

“And the couple of the evening have finally arrived!” You heard a loud voice shout. It was none other than Hobi, the ball of sunshine himself. You giggled, and struck a pose. Tae did the same.

“Hyung is strange…” You heard Kookie mutter.

All the members were sat around the TV, Jin and Jimin engrossed in a game of Mario Kart, the rest just conversing amongst themselves.

“I’m gonna win this round, watch me.” teased Jimin, as you and Tae went to sit down. With all the boys sat- well, slouching- on the couch, there was barely any room at all for you. You shrugged it off, lowering yourself to sit on the floor, but before you do, Tae gestures for you to sit on his lap. It was innocent at first.

“HA. You, win against me? I think you’re forgetting how much I love Mario- by the time we’re done, you’ll be seeing coins!” Jin laughs, with his weird window-washer sound.

“Dorks.” Tae whispers to you, and you giggle at his remark.

“You two are no different.” Yoongi whispers back, before shouting, “WHO WANTS PIZZA?! I want pizza.”

Namjoon sighed, “God, Hyung, don’t shout. But yeah, I want pizza.” 

“Me tooooooo” You whined, slapping Jungkook’s shoulder a little. “Order some for us, Kookie? I know you have a thing for the delivery girl~”

He blushed, but nonetheless called the pizza place, and shortly after, it arrived.

“THAT’S THE PIZZA!” Squealed Hobi, “Jungkookie~”

Opening the door, Jungkook went to pay, but was running short on change at hand. You rushed over to the girl, handing her some coins from your coat, which was hanging by the door.

“Here you go. Oh and, I love your hair!” You complemented her, Jungkook giving you a ‘what are you up to’ glare.

“Thanks, Y/N, right? I just had it dyed yesterday, but I’m thinking of going back to the salon after this shift. I don’t know whether it suits me really…” She mumbles shyly.

I think it looks great on you.” he blurts out, still blushing like mad.

She giggles, passing him the change. “Thank you.”

“Say, when does your shift end? If you don’t need to go back to the salon, how about hanging out with us? We’re not creeps, I swear.” You laugh.

“Oh! Thanks for the invite, I’d love to! My shift actually ends after this… I think I can get one of my coworkers to clock out for me, so is it alright if I join you now?”

You invite her in, giving Kookie a thumbs up, as you introduce her to everyone, before slumping yourself back on Tae’s lap. 

“Babe, pass me a slice.” he says, and you wriggle forwards to do just that. Then you wriggle backwards to pass it to him, and over the course of the meal, you just can’t seem to stop wriggling, not realizing the effect this had on Tae.

He was struggling to keep it together, as every time you move you brushed against his crotch. He grit his teeth, trying to distract himself with conversation with others, but he just can’t get the thought of you off his mind. His mind wandered places it shouldn’t, and he was getting hard. He didn’t want to ask anything from you, as you were clearly too busy making friends with the girl from earlier and hanging out with the members. Besides, you’d never even had sex together yet. 

But somehow, he needed to escape and relieve himself before you noticed anything.

Too late.

You felt something poking your thigh. Instantly, you knew what it was, and you turned to Tae, your face red.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… you’re moving too much.” He covered his face with his hands, embarrassed.

“Just sitting and talking is boring. Let’s go somewhere!” Jimin exclaims.

“But it’s dark out.” Namjoon facepalms.

“Well we could go to that club downtown. I heard they have firework shows!” 

“Sure!” The pizza girl agrees. “I’d love to go somewhere with you guys, but I call seat next to Kookie in the car. We need to talk more about Overwatch!” she giggles, and Jungkook looks over the moon that he shares interests with her.

Everyone agrees, except you and Tae. You don’t want to move an inch, because you know that if you do, a moan might escape your lips.

“How about you two?” Asks Yoongi, as everyone puts on their jackets.

“I.. think we’ll stay here, and have a movie night or something. I’m not a big fan of clubs, really.” You manage to say, giving him a fake smile. All of that was pure lies- you didn’t want a movie night at all.

They all leave, and you stare at Tae in silence.


You mumble, “you’re still…?”


More awkwardness silence.

You can’t help yourself. You grit your teeth, and move slightly to the left, centering his member between your thighs. A muffled moan from you both.

You edge yourself forward. He grunts, and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

“Y/N, turn around.” His raspy, low voice seductively luring you in .

You turn as he said, and gently rock your hips from side to side. It feels so good.

“Fuck. Are you sure you wanna do this? Now? I mean I’m fine with it-”

You cut him off, with a kiss to the lips. He grasps your waist, helping you move.

“Ahh~” He grunts again, this time into the kiss. His slender fingers trail up your shirt, pullng it off, and round to your back, unclasping your bra. He held one of your breasts, circling it round.

You hands found their way to his belt, and you lightly tugged, teasing him more than you already had. He began to use tongue, exploring the wet caverns of your mouth. it was intense, but it was Heaven; it was flawless.

He whispered:

“Let’s make this a night to remember~” 

~ahhhhh i’m blushing so hard >_<  as a tae stan I now feel weak

Let me know if You want a part 2? Idk when I’ll do it but hey-ho

About a Girl [Epilogue]

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Ever After.

“Okay,” your make up artist looked back at you to admire her own work. She gave you a big smile. Your bridesmaids crowded around to see the finished product. By the expressions on their faces you knew you didn’t look like a clown. The makeup artist, Eunha, picked up the mirror and clutched it to her chest. “Are you ready to see?”

You took a deep breath as the anxiety in the pit of your stomach grew. “Alright, let’s see it.” Eunha turned the mirror. Seeing your reflection you were surprised just how lovely you looked. It wasn’t overdone, it was tasteful. Your skin looked flawless and your eyes popped thanks to the perfect eyeliner and fake lashes. You touched your cheek lightly, “Wow. This is incredible Eunha, thank you!”

You reached out to bring her in a warm embrace. You didn’t know how to adequately express your gratitude with words so this was the next best thing. She laughed as her arms wrapped around your waist. “I’m so happy you love it.” 

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