Requested?: Nope. I’m literally just a slut for tattoos and @gratitudejoyandsorrow got this idea in my head, so this imagine was born.
Prompt: Your first tattoo experience was more pleasant than you thought it would be.
A/N: My first Daveed imagine and it is super self-indulgent, who would’ve thought? This is a Tattoo Artist AU (if I didn’t make it clear before) and I’m in love with it. Shout out to @diggs4life , @tempfixeliza , @helplesslylins and @secretschuylersister for being so encouraging and amazing these past couple days. Shout out to Lola for inspiring this! I hope you all enjoy :)
You were finally going to do it. After a year of contemplating, you had found the perfect tattoo to go under your collarbone. That was step one, you spent another month looking up all the tattoo parlors in the neighborhood and ultimately choosing one that had good reviews and modest prices. Today was your appointment and as you left your front door and entered the summer heat, you could feel the urge to chicken out clawing at the back of your mind.
This has been put off for far too long. It was now or never. So you took a deep breath and continued the trek to the bus. 20 minutes later you found yourself outside the parlor, 5 minutes earlier than the time you set with the man on the phone. You stared at the door as if it was going to open and pull you in itself but, you had to make the move. With the last burst of confidence you had, you swung open the door and stepped inside. Waiting there to greet you was a man with medium brown hair and dark green eyes, his tank top left little to the imagination as your eyes were instantly pulled to his many tattoos over his arms and shoulders, stopping right at his neck. He glanced up as the doorbell rang, giving you a small smile as you made your way over.
I started this (and abandoned it) last autumn. Resurrecting it now in the vain hope I can resolve the plot hole I worked myself into!
For info, May looks like Lupita Nyong’o, because oh god she’s beautiful!
Being roommates with Bucky had its ups and
downs. On the upside, he’d been your best friend for ten years now; he made
great coffee; he was understanding of hangovers; he was (relatively) house-trained.
On the downside, you were in love with him, and it was your job to help him
ease his one-night-stands out of the door in the mornings because he never wanted
to be the bad guy.
Request: I’m not sure if you can come up with much for this, but maybe getting matching tattoos with jughead/cole? Btw I was wrong was absolutely freaking amazing omfg dude
I was really tired so this sucked aha, and thank you so much! >.< Also I am so so so sorry that I have been MIA for so long <3 Also i’ve never gotten a tattoo so sorry for my failure at life.
Jughead x Reader
Nobody had expected a romance to blossom between you and Jughead Jones. Your relationship was no exception when it came to the phrase, ‘opposites attract’. He was a brooding, mysterious author with a sardonic and sarcastic sense of humour, often shying away from a varied social life.
You, on the other hand, were the life of the party. Charismatic, sociable, late nights and bright colours were your aesthetic. The two of you clashed personality-wise but somehow you had hit it off from the moment you met.
There was an attraction, a real chemistry between you two that none of your friends could describe. The two of you kept your relationship private, inclusive and intimate. You wanted it to be a real and raw relationship, as you truly loved him and the feeling was clearly mutual.
You were smitten for each other and sometimes the words ‘I love you’ aren’t enough.
Veronica had proposed the idea during a casual get together in the student lounge.
“What are you doing this weekend (Y/N)?” Veronica was leaning against Betty as the attention in the room shifted to you. You were sat on the couch opposite, legs draped over Jug’s lap and resting against the back of the sofa, in a laid-back position.
“Well I don’t know but I think you’re pretty overdue a party or something. I’m dying here, it’s been way too long, I’m running out of shows to binge on Netflix,” Kevin sighed, sinking into his own chair. You laughed before shuffling across the couch so you were now snuggling into your boyfriend’s side.
“Sorry Kev, not this weekend. It’s our two year anniversary and we were going to do something together, just the two of us,” You linked your arm with Jughead’s, as his cheeks flushed pink.
“Don’t you always do stuff together… just the two of you?” Archie joked, causing Jughead to throw a cushion at him playfully.
“So what exactly were you guys gonna do?” Betty smiled, genuinely interested. You and Jughead exchanged looks before you sighed with a shrug.
“I actually don’t know… we were kind of hoping for some suggestions. We want to make it something that’s special to us, something we won’t forget,” You replied. Everyone sat in silence for a moment as they pondered possibilities before Archie made an ‘Oo!’ sound.
“Paint balling… go paint balling… and bring friends,” He grinned and everyone rolled their eyes.
“A romantic anniversary Archie, is that really the best you could do?” Veronica gave him a scolding look and he sunk back into his chair, the grin refusing to subside. Betty tapped her nails against the armrest in thought.
“Romantic dinner, candlelit? Beach walks? Pinterest inspired date?” She suggested, Veronica and Kevin nodding in approval.
“Been there, done that,” You groaned. Jughead rubbed his hands along your sides reassuringly, planting small kisses on your forehead occasionally.
“Oh my gosh I’ve got it!” Veronica shot up, clapping her hands and bouncing on the sofa excitedly. You tried not to smirk at Jughead’s terrified face, clearly anticipating the worst. “You guys want something to like bind you… right?”
You nodded warily. “Just something special.”
“Well… what about tattoos?” She squealed. To your surprise, Jughead actually looked quite impressed by her suggestion, and a chorus of ‘oohs’ sounded from your friends.
“That’s adorable! They can be something with meaning, symbolism, something that reminds you of one another,” Betty cooed. Veronica looked smug, as she perked a perfectly plucked eyebrow, awaiting your response. Jughead clasped your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and looking lovingly at you with those heart eyes that made you melt inside.
“Tattoos sounds perfect,” You stared back at him, a small smile forming on your face along with that infamous, smitten twinkle in your eyes.
“Are we sure this was a good idea?” You mumble nervously, picking at your nails as you stood outside the Riverdale Tattoo Parlour. You seemed to forget when you first heard the idea that you’d always had an irrational fear of blood poisoning. You hated needles as well, ever since your first compulsory injection at school. You had previously read, ‘tattoos gone wrong’ stories all over the internet and they had done nothing but fill you with doubt and dread.
Besides, you couldn’t help but be a bit scared. Tattoos were pretty permanent. You loved Jughead with all of your heart, and he loved you the same, but if the two of you were to ever fall apart for whatever stupid reason, would it really be that easy to erase the engravings on your skin that were supposed to make you think of him.
“We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” Jughead took your hand in his, his thumb drawing gentle circles on your skin. You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder.
“I want to Jug, I really do. I’m just a little bit pessimistic I guess, I’m not exactly the luckiest person alive. What if something went wrong? I just want this to be special, to be perfect you know…”
Jughead sighed, stepping out of the embrace and tilting your chin towards him affectionately. “I’m gonna be there with you the whole time. Besides, nothing’s perfect. If it doesn’t go well then it still means something, a perfect reflection of our messed up lives and angsty teenage mood swings,” He smirked, causing you to laugh and lightly punch his shoulder. You gently cupped his cheeks before standing on your tiptoes to place a gentle yet passionate kiss on his lips, followed by a soothing butterfly kiss. Your nerves seemed to simmer, as he took your hand and led you into the tattoo parlour.
Jughead was talking to the man at the counter of the shop, whilst you were browsing designs. You’d only had a brief talk about what you were looking for design wise. You just knew that you didn’t want the design to be huge, just something small and subtle to have on either your wrist, ankle or neck. You had suggested two small hearts, but Jughead opposed. Another idea you had was key and lock tattoos, infinite signs, each other’s names, anniversary dates but nothing had really stuck out.
“(Y/N)?” A voice called out, and you turned around, only to be greeted by an old friend. Josie McCoy, your party pal. You were on good terms, and although you didn’t attend late night raves together anymore, you were still close. You smiled as she instantly went for a hug.
“Jo, what are you doing here?”
“Band hit its three year anniversary, so I decided to cross a tattoo off of my bucket list,” She pulled down the shoulder of her blue crop top, to reveal the word; “Pussycats!” in thick, black lettering. You stared at the tattoo in awe as Josie showed it off with pride. “Anyways, what are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow at you.
“Well, it’s me and Jug’s two year anniversary too and we decided tattoos were the way to go,” You smiled bashfully and Josie nudged you playfully.
“That’s couple goals right there, I honestly don’t understand how you two got together or how the heck you lasted this long but I live for your relationship. You were polar opposites as well, fire and water, light and dark… yin and yang,” She stood in reflection for a moment before adjusting her kitty ears and saying goodbye to you, confidently strutting out the store, her crop top shoulder slightly pulled down so everyone could catch a glimpse of the artwork on display.
Yin and yang…
A lightbulb went off somewhere in your mind as you frantically searched through the store, looking for a specific design. When you casted your eyes on the matching ‘Yin and yang’ tattoos your mind flooded with pictures in your head of how they would look, perhaps on your wrists. Jughead was indeed the yin to your yang and this kind of dorky but meaningful symbolism was exactly what you were looking for. You walked over to the counter, design in hand.
“(Y/N), this is Jake, he’s going to be doing the tattoos,” Jughead smiled down at you reassuringly as you once again held his hand. Jake shook your hand and sent you a warm smile that helped add to the growing comfort.
“Hey (Y/N), I’m going to be talking you through the process, how to take care of the tattoo, general things you should be aware of as well as actually tattooing you! Have you guys picked out a design yet?” He was talkative and friendly, and you felt yourself relax.
“Well we haven’t actu-” Jughead began, but you interrupted him, sliding the design (which had previously been concealed behind your back) onto the counter with a giddy smile.
“These,” You said confidently, beaming up at Jughead, who was admiring the simplistic, black and white tattoos in awe before staring back at you with affection and joy. He looked back at Jake, nodding his head enthusiastically.
“They’re… they’re perfect,” Veronica took another photo of your matching tattoos, as you stuck out your wrists next to each other, for all to see. The process had felt less painful with Jughead at your side, whispering sweet nothings and comforting words into your ear the whole time, as you did to him when it was his turn. You were still in the phase of cleaning it and getting used to it being there, but that meant you would sit and stare at it a lot.
As intended to, it reminded you of Jughead. The thought of the fact that he had something so similar on his own skin, with the purpose of reminding him of you, sent butterflies through your stomach. You were so in love with him it was crazy.
“Maybe we could get more in the future,” Jughead whispered in your ear, as people stirred around you, trying to get a look. You bashfully smiled at him.
“Like what?” You raised an eyebrow and he looked down in thought for a moment before looking back up at you, straight in the eyes with an evident blush.
“Wedding dates, baby names, that kind of mushy stuff,” He mumbled and your eyes widened. A small pause ensued. “Our bodies could be some kind of journal of our lives and the tattoos tell a story,” He continued, trying to clear the silence his previous words had caused. You felt a wide grin split on your face before letting out a dramatic sigh.
“I mean, being inked was great and all but… I still don’t want blood poisoning,” You shook your head and he chuckled, shoving you off of the couch with a small yelp.
This was requested and I’m so happy it was because this would be a dream come true. I know it’s pretty unrealistic but a girl can fantasize, can’t she?! Enjoy this while I work on part three to Jar of Hearts!
You sat outside of a local cafe, scrolling through tattoo shops nearby. They’re work was good but not the kind you were looking for for your tattoo. You sighed as you threw your head back in frustration. You’ve been planning this tattoo for months and just wanted to get it done so you can finally become a canvas for things you love. As you stood up, you continued looking at your phone while you turned around to walk back home. You ended up bumping into a man with bright red hair and a nose ring. He caught you as you began to fall, helping you back onto your feet.
“Sorry, about that.” He chuckled.
“It was all me, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking.” You blushed.
“I was also responsible, I was texting my band mate.” He shrugged.
“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You held out your hand for him to shake.
“Joshua.” He accepted and firmly shook your hand, which made you look down at his arm and you were in awe at the ink plastered all over him.
“Oh my god! Your tattoos are beautiful. Where did you get them done? I’m not trying to sound creepy, I’m just wanted to get a tattoo but can’t find somewhere to go for it and your’s are so perfect.” You spit out, quickly, causing him to laugh.
“I could take you there if you’d like. It’s only a few blocks away.” He smiled, sweetly.
“Sure, that’d be great.”
You both began walking towards where he was parked. He walked over to the passenger side and opened the door for you.
“Such a gentleman.” You smirked as you got in the car.
He started the car and turned on the radio. HeavyDirtySoul started up, causing Josh to chuckle. You began to quietly rap along to the verses which made Josh only laugh more loudly this time.
“What’s so funny?” You asked confused.
“Nothing. It’s just, this is my song. Well mine and my band mate’s song. Surprised you didn’t recognize me, actually.”
“I knew you looked familiar! Last picture I saw of you, you had blue hair or something. The red looks nice though. Wow. I can’t believe I’m riding in Josh Dun’s car.” You slouched back in your seat, taking in the fact that a celebrity you admire is taking you to his tattoo artist.
“Aaand we’re here.” He stated as he parked in front of the small building.
You both got out of the car and walked into the shop together. Josh was greeted with a ton of ‘hello’s’ from the workers there. He walked over to one very pierced and inked man and hugged him. You assumed it was it artist based on the connection they had between them.
“So, this is Y/N. She’s been wanting to get a tattoo and I figured I’d bring her to you. You are the best, bro.” They both chuckled as his friend motioned you to sit down in the car in front of him.
“So what is it you’re looking to get?” He asked and you explained exactly what you wanted. He nodded, once you showed him a photo on your phone.
“Dude, c’mere real quick.” Josh pulled the artist over to the side. They were whispering about something. It seemed to be about you as they kept glancing over in your direction. They finished their conversation was and walked back over to you.
“Okay, let’s get this tattoo started.”
“W-what? I don’t have money on me currently.” You stuttered.
“That’s not a problem. I’m paying. And before you say anything, I want to do this for many reasons that maybe I can tell you during your tattoo process.” Josh explained and chuckled.
After a few minutes of set up, the artist had the stencil on the perfect spot for your tattoo. As he began tattooing, you winced at the sudden unfamiliar pain. Josh grabbed your hand, squeezing it as he shot you comforting smile. A few hours passed of you and Josh chatting, getting to know more about each other. After your tattoo was complete, the artist wrapped it and lead you over to the counter where Josh happily paid for everything.
“Some first date.” You giggled as you walked out of the shop freshly tatted and happily falling into something new.
Summary: “I don’t think the world decides if that person is perfect for you. I think you decide it and the world gives you it’s stamp of approval.” Dan shrugged “Or at least that’s how I see it.”Or a soulmate au where once you fall in love with your perfect match you gain a tattoo that symbolizes you and when you get married you switch soulmarks.
Dan hasn’t been able to see the color blue for his entire life. Nobody can see the color of their soulmate’s eyes until they and their soulmate touch. Dan has been longing to see the sky and the ocean, but he never really expects it to happen. But then he meets a boy who changes his entire world.
Soulmate AU where at 21 people have the initials of their soulmate on their bodies somewhere. Alec is gay, he knows this, he is also dating a woman because it keeps his family off his back. It just happens to work in his favor that she and his actual soulmate share the same initials. It just so happens that she doesn’t have her tattoo yet either so life is good. Except that she’s terrible and he just met this cute guy and his friend Dan is very deaf and has a crush on this very not deaf internet celebrity and he said he would help and… his life is just a little bit of a mess but whose isn’t?
And that’s the reason I know the time is now; his name on the tv screen is shining and I almost can’t believe it, but at the same time it makes a whole lot of sense, ‘cause obviously I wasn’t going to meet him again at a new job or some freaking fancy meal: he was not a daily bread.
Afraid of being bullied at his school, Dan Howell hides his true self behind his 'bad boy’ mask. But what happens when someone is forced to take it off, and Dan doesn’t want it to happen in case he gets rejected?
Prompt: Soulmate AU where soulmates can appear in your dreams, but Dan’s too shy to say hello until Phil has a nightmare. (Or several nightmares, and after a few Dan finally builds up the courage to help out.)
Soul Bonds were a rare thing. Some people didn’t even think they really existed. Dan was one of those people- Come on, two people suddenly having an emotional connection that was a little bit more than natural? Please. Phil had always thought the idea was something really cool, something that he wished would happen to him. Dan’s world gets flipped upside down and sideways when he runs into Phil, and Phil finds out that it isn’t all sunshine and rainbows.
Dan is watching in horror as his timer goes down. He’s meant to meet his soulmate in less than a few minutes. He should be excited, but in this zombie ridden world his soulmate is probably long dead.
People are pretty much trapped in a sim like world until they meet there soulmate. Ever since Dan turned ten, he lived in this world, and hadn’t been able to find his soulmate till one faithful day.
Summary: Prompt: “A world where your reflection does not show you, but your soul mate. You have no way of seeing who you are unless it is a picture taken of you, any reflection, in glass, water, anything, only shows the person you’re destined to be with. Only until the day you meet will your reflection show yourself.” -@falloutfangirl-9 on TumblrDan Howell has had the reflection of an auburn-haired individual for as long as he can remember. As he’s growing up with the reflection, he notices how much it changes and how much he changes as well.
Summary: A bunch of irregular soulmate AUs dedicated to being told that you’ll never find happiness and finding it anyway.“Look, I know you’re 'trying to find happiness’ and all, but it’s just not going to happen. Not to people like you.”
Can you please do a Jared imagine where the reader is really shy (I mean REALLY shy) and has really bad anxiety, but he’s really gentle with her and tries to help her:) thanks
A/N: Here it is! It was different to write, i’m not really shy what my name would have you think. So i hope this is what your were looking for!
It was your first day of your big break. You had finally landed a job on a block buster movie set, Suicide Squad. You deserved this and you knew you did, but that didn’t stop your nerves from knocking on the door. It was simple really, you were a shy girl, who also happened to have anxiety. Not the end of the world, right? You thought to yourself as weaved your way through set, heading towards the makeup trailer.
You had been assigned to be the Jokers makeup artist, a.k.a Jared letos. You couldn’t believe it JARED LETO. The Joker’s look was already designed for you, all you had to do was apply the make up, and be his touch up girl between takes. You entered the trailer, happy to see it was empty. You began to set up all of your needed equipment, Jared would be there shortly. Jared Leto was a method actor that wasn’t news to you, but it the more you thought about it, the more nervous you became. He was playing the Joker after all, and heaven knows the Joker is not one to be trifled with. Hoping he wouldn’t pay much attention to you if you just did your job. The last thing you wanted was to be a plaything of the Jokers.
Your head shot up as the door opened. And there he was. Jared Leto, in all his glory. His green hair was slicked back and his eyebrows were missing but other than that he looked relatively normal. He was wearing gray sweatpants, and a red plaid button up, with large combat boots that weren’t even tied. You held your breath not sure if he was in character or how exactly he worked.
“Hi, I’m Jared.” He said while stretching out a hand for you to shake.
You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, apparently he wouldn’t be the Joker until after the first day of shooting.
“You must be my make up artist?”
You stretched your small hand out to shake his.
“Hi. And yes I am.” You replied while not looking at him in the eyes.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
“Y/N” you replied.
“Nice to meet you Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you.” You replied in a small voice, already overwhelmed by how much attention he was focusing on you.
“Should I sit down.” He asked gesturing to the large chair.
You nodded your head in response.
Taking a deep breath you finished preparing your things, while Jared played on his phone.
Fuck. You thought. Jared would need to remove his clothes so you could began airbrushing his body with the white paint. You wanted to cry, as your anxiety started to build up. How were you suppose to ask him to remove his clothes in a professional way.
“So I’m guessing I need to strip?” He asked with a laugh.
You nodded once again, trying to regain your emotions as relief flooded your body. Dumb, he was actor he knows it all part of the job. And here you are acting like a idiot, instead of doing yours.
“…and then could you please stand in the tent?”
You asked quietly while not looking at him and gesturing to the plastic tent that would keep the body paint from making a mess.
“No problem.” He spoke.
You looked up at him in time to see him start pulling down the waistband of his boxers.
“No!” You abruptly called out, you didn’t need to cover down there.
He froze at your sudden outburst.
“Not going to lie you’re the first women to tell me no, while doing that.” He laughed while readjusting the boxers on his hips.
You blushed madly red.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… uh freak out, I just uh didn’t need them, uh I mean your boxers off.”
“No worries Y/N, I should have asked first.”
He then stepped into the plastic tent. You lathered up your hands with skin primer.
“Uhh, I’m going to need to rub this into your skin first… so the body paint stays on good.” You said avoiding his eyes.
“You won’t hear any complaints from me.”
So with that you took a breath, and began rubbing the primer into his skin. You started with his face, then next, then arms. When you began rubbing his chest, you couldn’t help but admire the way his taught muscles felt under your delicate hands. You bit your lips as you rub the substance into his abs. God this guy was perfect. You were kneeling on your knees in front of him. When you realized how close your mouth was to his… to his…. well you know. Your furiously tried to hide how hot your face felt, you knew you must be turning red. After you had fished with his front you grabbed some more primer and began rubbing it into his shoulders. Then you froze. Your heart was beating in your ears. Did he just…did he just moan?
“Oh I’m sorry he said.” Realizing you had ceased your movements.
“That just felt really nice, your hands are so soft.” You were happy he couldn’t see your face cause it was on fire.
You cleared your throat.
“Um it’s okay.” You said quietly and resumed your work.
After applying the primer you spray painted his entire body all white. All that was left were the tattoos. He was a perfect canvas. After a while your nerves started to wane just a little, as you began feeling engrossed in your work. You completely lost your self to the designed you were applying to his skin. For moment you forget you were even working on him, so caught up in your zone of perfecting the tattoos. And just like that you were done. It has taken two hours to apply the fake ink, but it had felt like mere minutes.
“You’re all set.” You spoke to him.
You were about to step away when his hand caught your chin, making you gaze up into those baby blues. But they were different then when you first had locked eyes with them, these eyes were those of a mad mans.
“You’re so shy…” he purred out.
“I’ve always liked the shy ones.”
So this was the Joker.
“But you do great work, doll. You can call me Mr. J by the way.” He said with a cackle.
And with that he released you from his grip, slipped on his gray sweats and left you alone in the trailer.
You were packing up your touch up stuff when the door banged open causing you to jump, you looked over at it to see him completely in character and costume.
“Come on dolly. Shooting starts in five!” He said while shoving the remainder of your things into the bag.
He slung it over his shoulder and took you by the hand, dragging you out of the trailer. You couldn’t help the little smile that crept onto your face.
You loved to draw since you could remember, it just felt nice to be able
to paint a picture and make it however you want, it was a a hobby that
made you feel better, it calmed you down. You took classes and soon
enough you decided that you wanted to do it seriously.
able to bring a picture to life for someone else and mark someone’s body
with something so beautiful and plenty of times meaningful to them was
the best career path for you, you loved how people fell so in love with
just a pictures and chose you to make it permanent on their skin. The
career you chose was harder in many ways, not only ot was male dominant
but in Korea it was also illegal unless you are a doctor. Even that did
not stop you, you started under other artists you managed to find, when
you got on your feet you made your own path.
Jay fell for
your artwork, no one could deny how talented you were. It was
Hyun-jung’s first tattoo and they called you to the studio to do it
there, since getting a studio was too risky. But jay fell more for your
face and attitude, he could tell you were foreign not only from your
looks but also from your manners. Don’t get it wrong you were
respectful, but you were also intimidating, when you walked in the room
the second someone laid eyes on you they could tell you were powerful,
your eyes had this strong gaze that could make anyone feel small next to
Hyun-jung’s tattoo was perfect as expected. You were packing up your
stuff when you felt a hand on your shoulder! Startled you turned around
your fists ready for defence. Being a foreign curvy girl in Korea wasn’t
the easiest thing, so you took boxing classes. Jay raised his hands up
“Chill it’s just me”
“You scared me”
You said as you put your hands down. He smirked at you when you turned
around to pack your things, the view was nice so he wasn’t complaining
about seeing your backside
“Hyun-jung already paid me”
“I’m not here about that but good to know”
You stopped. If he wasn’t here for that, then why did he came here attempting to give you a heart attack?
“I wanted to ask for your number”
You turned back at him, now it was your time to smirk matching it with an eyebrow raised.
“Cause I want to use it for a spell to slay the magic dragon. Why do you think a guy is asking you for your number?”
“Cause he thinks he is the shit and that he can have any bitch he wants”
You fired back. His eyes went wide while you smiled devilishly. He
should have expected that, you had already roasted half of the crew, it
“So…. can i have it?”
“I don’t know, can you?…. i’m sorry I always wanted to say that”
You gave him your number and he texted you so you can have his.
You took your equipment and you were about to walk out, when you heard him call you
“Hey (y/n), we are having a party tomorrow, would you like to come?”
“I’ll think about it”
And just like that you left. You said your goodbyes to the others and
got out of the studio. Kiseok -who heard everything- went to his side
and put a hands on Jay’s shoulder
“She is a handful, I think the famous playboy Jay park found his master”
Boy was he right. Jay went all in with you, he did stuff he hadn’t done
in years, he texted you, he called you, he complimented you, he was a
gentelman. It’s not like he had a choice, you demanded nothing less, he
had no room to fuck things up, he had to be on his best behavior or you
would be gone, you were the one calling the shots.
You had to admit that when you saw his new m/v you got a bit jealous,
you didn’t like how he was looking at her, how he touched her, you
should be in her place. Maybe it was time, you made him wait for too
long, eve though you had established that you were in a monogamous
relationship, you still haven’t moved on.
You dressed up in a tight black leather skirt that reached your knees
and a thight maroon crop top, hiding the sexiest pair of underwear under
these clothes. You wore your hair down and straight and your make up
was dark with your lips painted blood red.
When jay saw you standing on his doorstep his jaw hit the floor. You
smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, since you were taller with
Your voice was low and slow, he could feel your breath to his ear.He
hugged you back but his hands went to your butt. You giggled as he gave
it a squeeze, you closed the door with your foot and pulled away to look
“ so what we are having for dinner?”
“You need some dick, don’t ya?”
He had you over his shoulder before you could reply, you squealed and
then started laughing. He walked in the room and pretty much threw you
on his bed, you landed with a huff and hovered over you
“Babe the dinner”
“We got a microwave”
You laid on his chest, your legs tangled with his. That was when you
noticed an awful tattoo on his left hand, you reached over and touched
“When did you get that? And did you get it done by a toddler?”
You giggled at his cute expression. He was very proud of all his tattoos
except that one, he was drunk and he had no idea what was going on in
his mind when he saw it the next day. You looked up at him with the
smile he hated the most
“Oh no, I know that smile. What do you want?”
“Can I fix it?”
You asked and pouted. He wanted to fix it but he knows it’s extremely
painful, so he just delayed it and did others to keep the spotlight away
from that drunken mistake.
“It will sting like a bitch”
“I’ll be gentle”
You teased and pecked his puffy lips. He smiled st your words and kissed you back, his hand going on your hair
“Come on please?”
“Why do you want to do it? Do you want to mark me?”
“Yes, so when you going to have bitches grind on you in your mv’s I will still have a permanent mark on your skin”
“I knew you would be butthurt”
He cackled and you just looked at him with a serious expression on your face. He turned you around so now he was on top of you
“Do you really think I did anything with her?”
“No, I know you don’t want your studio to be burned down”
You replied. He huffed as he reached over to brush the hair away from
your face, your hand found it’s way on the back of his neck and brought
him closer so your foreheads were touching. You slowly licked your lips
before you spoke, that made his lips art and take a deep breath.
“So what do you say?”
“Fine, but it will happen here on this bed”
“If you are a good boy you might get a treat after”
“That’s what I want to hear, but let me get a taste again”
Warning: SMUTTY SMUT, getting tattoos, a tiny bit of breath play
Word Count: 3300ish
A/N: WHERE DID ALL THIS PLOT COME FROM? I blame my Jess for it. @abaddonwithyall
You were waiting for Dean when he stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and hair still dripping. Before he could process anything, you tossed the makeup bag at him. He automatically caught it, years of hunting and his natural athletic ability kicking in.
Hey! All of your tattoos are absolutely perfect. You're seriously a walking piece of art. What do the words on your ankles say? And would you say your knees were the most painful pieces?
Hi there! Thank you so much 😊 that’s really kind of you! My right ankle says truth and my left ankle says temper (- truth & temper is a song by the ghost inside) and yessss my knees were without a doubt the most painful ones, especially the one with the rose on it xx
Request by anon: Smutty Dean x reader fic where they are friends with benefits, but Dean wants more (with a little badass hunter!reader thrown in). Hope you enjoy! XOXO
Word Count: 2792
Dean’s eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed slightly as your foot ran up his leg and into his lap. Sam didn’t notice the change, and Dean’s face slipped back into a normal expression almost immediately. He took a bite of his cheeseburger as you continued to explore with your foot under the table, Sam chattering away next to you. Dean reached to his lap to wipe his fingers on his napkin, then subtly pushed your foot to the floor, but not before you felt that he was already hard.