#I'm sorry but the whole dark mirror thing is so sexy of them (plus her pathetic obsession with a 22yrs old)

[curapicas]

Ripley is so convinced she and Percy are the same, she tries the worst methods known to man to get a business partner. What I mean is: she tries razing his home, discussing plans and creations, "freeing" him of loved ones, needling his want for revenge- all things that pushed HER into the path she's on.

She tries to shoot him for real when he (predictably) refuses her one too many times; when he owns to his flaws but chooses differently. She kills him when he decides to move on and show her grace.

It's not just that he let his guard down and she's too hot for jail. She finally recognized they're NOT the same

[bad-got-imagines]

His Royal Obsession

Summary: After the fight at Driftmark, Viserys arranges a betrothal between Aemond and Rhaenyra’s only daughter, Visenya. Beautiful, graceful, and brave, she is the only woman in the Seven Kingdoms who can tame the wild prince. Their budding romance might prevent a war, however, Aegon has something important to tell them both first.

Word Count: 677

Trigger Warnings: Heavy smut, pwp, incestuous relationships, swearing, canon-compliant body mutilation, communism, voyeurism,

Aemond woke up from his slumber. 

"Good morning, my albino draconic big boy," His wife screamed from her pillow, stretching her toes above her head until they popped like his eye flesh from his empty, empty socket, "You are looking extremely eyeless today." 

Aemond smirked, "I am not looking at all, cunt." 

She giggled, pinching his nose, “Because I took your eye, I know, my dark prince.”

Aemond stood and loomed over her menacingly. His one eye flashed in stomach-clenching desire and malice. “You are the most handsome woman in the whole seven kingdoms, Visenya, even with your love for breeding,” he reminded her, turning to leave.

“Please, my favourite prince with spacious room in the ocular of his skull, leave me with a creampie before the council meeting?” She waggled her toes at him, knowing his secret desires. (a/n Aemond and Larys both have a thing for feet bee tee dubs and if u dont like that then stfu!!!111!! Its sooo hot tttt). 

“Brother, where art thou?!” dnomeA shouted, knowing that argon was always nearby, lost. 

As ageon watched aekond enter his wife, he saw that there was more to love than just poetry and romance. Perhaps, he thought, there was room for a little breeding in his life too. Hm. 

And so, Aegon II Targaryen joined his brother and sister-in-law on the bed, and they all spent the morning laughing, loving, and breeding in the way that only Targaryens could. Incestuously. 

“Looks like we'll have to cut our breeding session short, my love,” Desmond roared regretfully, sharply pinching her earlobe erotically. 

“Your the smartest, bravest, most handsome man I know, Aemond,” wegon said from the doorway, voice filled with admiration and de-admiration. 

AEMOND chuckled, clapping his brother on the back. “I know, aegon,” he said, his voice slathered with humour. “But let's not forget that we're also the most virile and sexually gifted brothers in the seven kingdoms plus essos.”

And on the two brothers went to the council meeting, ready to conquer the world with their intelligence, bravery, and impressive sexual prowess. 

Aegoon looked up at his brother, eyes sparkling with the ghosts of his past, "But brother, I thought we were going to give our organs to starving orphans today?" 

Aemnod raised an eyebrow, his one eye narrowing in confusion. "What are you talking about, sexy? We never talked about giving our organs to starving orphans."

eagon's face fell, his eyes growing sad. "But...but I had a dream last night," he said, his elbows trembling. "A dream where we were heroes, saving the lives of innocent children with our sacrificial organs."

aemond sighed, reaching out to pat his brother's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Aegon, but dreams aren't always reality," he said, his long, shiny hair soothing. "We have more pressing matters to attend to, like the council meeting."

Aegon nodded reluctantly, his eyes downcast. "You're right, as always, brother," he said, his voice resigned. "I suppose we can't save the world with our organs after all."

Aemond turned the corridor corner, pulling on his clothes and checking his reflection in the mirror. "Come on, Aegon, let's go to the council meeting," he said, his tone firm. "We'll discuss how we can make a real difference in the world, without sacrificing our own bodies."

And with that, the Targaryen brothers made their way to the council meeting, ready to conquer the world with their intelligence, bravery, and impressive sexual prowess.

Aegon stood up in the council room, “I have an idea. Why don’t we tax the wealthy and then redistribute the wealth amongst the poorest in society.” 

“Be quiet, you gormless weasel!” AEmond growled, slamming his ankle against the table gently, “Communsim is not allowed in Westaros! Our lord and savious Jesus Christian Cole will not allow it!!!!!” 

Aegon’s shoulders slumped and he shrank down to the size of a mouse. 

Visenya burst into the council chambers. “Aemond my big boy!” she clamoured, “Someone has claimed the cannibal!”

“WHAT?!” awmons roared, jumping up in terror 

“Who?” aegom gulped loudly 

“It was.......m.

Continued in part 2.

“Your mother, Queen Alicent!!”

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Drawing a Line on the Carpet

Summary: It's Y/N's first time alongside Jensen on the red carpet. She feels pretty exposed, but things could be worse, and they just might end up that way.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Light Smut. Brief fingering, lots of making out. Jensen being sexy af and also a complete badass. Brief violence. Slightly insecure plus-sized!reader.

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N (Surprise cameo from a non SPN actor! 😉)

Word Count: 2.5k+

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Write a scene that describes your MC well. I think this whole fic describes my version of Jensen very well. 😊

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: I have like three ongoing series, that I should be working on and 2 requests that are still waiting to be finished. (I'm SO sorry! They're coming - PROMISE!)

So, of course I had to write this Jensen RPF that absolutely no one asked for. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ But I couldn't help it, the idea flew into my head and I couldn't get it out. So -

TA DA!! 😝😝

As always, of course this story is about a Jensen from a different part of the multiverse, who is single.  This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @firefly-graphics

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Y/N stood in front of the full length mirror hanging on the hotel wall and nervously ran a hand down the tight fitting bodice of the emerald green, silk, sleeveless dress she was wearing. Although it fit more snugly than anything she usually wore, she was okay with the way the material clung to her torso and exposed a healthy, but acceptable, amount of cleavage.

It was the high slits that ran up the sides of both her legs, exposing her thick thighs, and even giving a peek at the swell of her hip, that had her leery and wanting to change out of it.

When she stood stock still, the material of the skirt hung closed. But as soon as she shifted at all, her legs were exposed. She frowned at her reflection and wondered if she really had the courage to wear it.

A low whistle from the doorway startled her, but she smiled as she caught Jensen's eye in the mirror. He was dressed in dark gray pants, an emerald green v-neck t-shirt to match her dress, over which he wore a perfectly tailored black suit jacket.

He looked stunning. Of course.

"Man," he said with a regretful shake of his head, "it's just too bad, I was really looking forward to going to this opening tonight."

Y/N frowned, disappointed. "What? Why can't we go? What happened?"

Jensen wandered up to stand behind her. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, his forearm draped over her chest, pinning her back against him, while he snaked his other arm around her waist.

"Well, we're never gonna make it on time since I plan on ripping this fucking dress off you, throwing you down on the bed and not letting you up for at least three or four hours. Movie's gonna be over by then."

He shrugged as though there was simply nothing he could do about it before sliding his hands up to wrap around her upper arms, holding her still while he nuzzled into her neck.

Her hair was swept up and pinned in place, so there was nothing to stop his searching lips as they nibbled and sucked along the column of her neck and across the curve of her shoulder.

"Mmmm...Jensen..." she breathed. "Jensen, stop. You are not giving me a hickey that I'm gonna have to try and cover up, like I'm a teenager who stayed out past curfew!"

"Pfft! Don't cover them up." Jensen scoffed and Y/N didn't miss the fact that he'd said, 'them'. He sucked and nipped at her skin, and despite her protests, Y/N tilted her head so he had easier access. "Let everyone see them, remind them that you're mine."

Y/N moaned lightly before finally ducking her head and lifting her shoulders so he couldn't keep trying to mark up her skin. She turned to face him and looped her arms around his neck. "I'm nervous enough about tonight; trying to hide a hickey is the last thing I need."

Jensen shook his head. "I told you, you have nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart."

Y/N snorted. "Yeah, easy for you to say, you've walked down the red carpet hundreds of times." She sighed deeply. "Not really something an accountant gets the chance to do very often."

Jensen pulled her close and slid his hands through the slits of the dress giving her a light slap on the ass that made her gasp, before he grabbed up her fleshiness in both hands and squeezed, turning her gasp into a deep moan.

"That's because most accountants don't look this fucking hot in silk."

He dipped his mouth to hers, and thrust his tongue past her lips, licking up into her, greedily swallowing down her moans and stealing her breath.

He pushed her backwards until she was pressed up against the mirror, then pulled back slightly, panting into her mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N, you better tell me to stop or I swear to god, I really am gonna rip this to shreds and fuck you right here, where I can see you from every angle."

He spun her around so that she was facing the mirror, her hands splayed against it, bracing herself. Jensen's hands covered hers and he encased her completely within the muscular circle of his arms. His breath was hot and damp on the side of her neck.

All of a sudden there was a knock on their hotel room door and the hotel concierge could be heard on the other side.

"Mr. Ackles, Ms. Y/L/N? Your limousine is here."

Jensen's groan turned into a growl. "Maybe he'll just go away." He panted roughly into her ear.

But the man was persistent, knocking again.

"Mr. Ackles?" He called again, and Jensen finally pushed away from Y/N to call back to him.

"Thanks, be there in five!"

Y/N giggled at the way Jensen's cheerful voice did not match the look of death he was shooting the man on the other side of the door.

She pushed away from the mirror and checked her reflection. She was slightly flushed and she'd have to reapply her lipstick in the limo, but otherwise she'd survived her boyfriend's ravaging fairly intact.

Jensen straightened his suit jacket and Y/N reached up to wipe away the smeared red lipstick on his mouth.

"Mmm..."Jensen nodded. "Thanks."

She smiled teasingly at him. "Of course. Can't let people see I've been ravishing you."

Jensen growled again and playfully nipped at her fingers as she thumbed across his lips, making her squeal and yank her hand back.

He grabbed up her wrap from the chair and guided her forward and out the door, with a hand at the small of her back.

As they passed through the door, he whispered low in her ear. "Just wait till we get back here tonight. Then we'll see who'll be ravishing who."

***

As they stepped out of the limousine and a million flashes started going off, every single one of Y/N's fears and dislikes about herself came screaming to the front of her mind.

On a day-to-day basis Y/N had learned to love her body just as it was, and was okay with how she looked. She knew she'd never be considered supermodel material - she was short, her arms were too chubby and her thighs weren't the right kind of thick, her ass was too wide, and her waist wasn't non-existent.

But as she'd matured and grown she'd come to simply accept herself; her body may not fit conventional beauty standards, but it was strong and healthy and she was content in it.

However, with so many eyes on her, in a dress that was much more revealing than she was used to, she could feel old remnants of body issues popping up in her mind.

But Jensen had hold of her hand as they walked towards the beginning of the red carpet, and she squeezed it a little tighter as she saw the incredibly long line of photographers just waiting to get their shots.

Jensen pulled her into his side, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and rubbing his hand up and down her arm. He leaned down to kiss her temple and spoke quietly.

"You're doing fabulous, sweetheart. You look absolutely stunning. Just smile naturally and breathe. We're good."

Y/N wrapped her arm around his waist and took his advice, letting her mind get caught up in the fun, instead of the fear.

Jensen knew a few of the photographers by name and he'd waved and shouted out greetings over the noise when he saw them.

Things were good; but about halfway down the carpet, things went very wrong.

As they reached the halfway point, all of a sudden Jensen cursed quietly beneath his breath. But the guy next to them on the carpet, an actor she sort of recognized, was more vocal about his displeasure.

"Fuck me! Drummond is here? Who the hell keeps giving that asshole a press pass?"

Y/N looked where the two men had been staring but she couldn't tell which person they had the problem with at first. But then a tall guy with a medium build and a pointed face began calling out to Jensen.

"Hey Ackles! Back on the red carpet again, huh? Still not here for your own stuff though!" Drummond chuckled.

Jensen ignored him and kept smiling, but Y/N was frowning at him. His words had the cadence of teasing, but there was something mean-spirited layered underneath. Then Y/N realized what it was; this dude was oozing jealousy.

As they continued down the line, moving about two feet at a time, stopping while the pictures were taken and then shuffling further along, the so-called photographer wouldn't stop shouting out "teasing" digs towards Jensen.

Every once and a while Drummond would shout something at the guy beside them too, who began talking to a publicist, trying to see about getting the heckler tossed, but Jensen shook his head at him.

"Don't give him the satisfaction, man. You'll just give him a bullshit story to run with. He wants to piss you off so he can snap an angry picture and say you were an asshole. Just pretend he isn't there."

His fellow actor agreed, but Y/N found it increasingly tough to follow suit. At one point, as they were finally starting to pass him, he asked Jensen what role Kripke was gonna lob his way next.

"I mean, he's pretty much the only reason you've got a career, huh?"

Jensen had to tighten his grip around Y/N's waist to stop her from storming forward and smacking the douchebag across the face. "Not worth it." He reminded her in her ear.

Finally they'd moved a few feet away from him, nearly past him completely, and he was getting desperate.

So, he shifted his focus.

"Who's your chubster date, Ackles? Is she related to someone important? Is bangin' her part of your five year plan to kickstart your career?"

Y/N felt like she'd been slapped, her cheeks burned with humiliation. But she was immediately aware of Jensen's body going rigid beside her.

For the first time since he'd started heckling them, Drummond had Jensen's full and undivided attention.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Jensen asked as he moved back towards the paparazzo. His arm crossed over Y/N's body and he tucked her behind him as he moved towards his target.

"Oh, come on, man! I'm just messing with you. What, you can't take a joke?" Drummond guffawed as he lifted his camera to snap the picture he'd been angling for the whole time.

Y/N pulled on Jensen's arm as she noticed. "Not worth it." She reminded him, but Jensen seemed to not even hear her as he stalked closer to Drummond.

"I'm giving you fair warning right now asshole, you utter one more word that has anything to do with my girlfriend, and I will knock your fucking teeth out of your filthy goddamn mouth. You understand me?"

Drummond wore an expression that was half gleeful at finally having wrought the reaction he wanted, and half terrified of the towering Texan issuing his warning.

Y/N moved up beside Jensen again, pushing slightly on his bicep. He didn't budge.

"Jensen, come on honey. He's not worth this shit."

"Ooh, the lady coming to the rescue. But you don't have to pull him away so soon, Chubbs, we're just chatting." Drummond cooed at Y/N, reaching over the metal barrier to grab her arm and try to hold her there.

Within seconds Jensen's fist was smashed into the photographer's face with a sickening crunch that told Y/N that his teeth might actually be loosened, and his nose was definitely broken.

He immediately let go of her arm and before he could even screech out his indignation and pain, Jensen's other fist was twisted up in his shirt front.

"I fucking dare you you to touch her again!' He roared at him. As the crowd around them seemed to finally cotton on to what was happening, camera flashes were suddenly all focused on them.

Security, and the actor who'd been beside them, leapt at Jensen to pull him off, but they couldn't seem to.

It wasn't until Drummond started blubbering and holding up his hands in front of him, that Jensen finally tossed him away in disgust and shook off the men trying to hold him.

He turned to Y/N who stood in shock, just silently trying to process what had just happened.

"Are you alright? Y/N?" He cupped her cheek, "Baby, are you good?"

She nodded absently and he grabbed hold of her hand as they were hustled out of the line and into the theatre. They went through back entrances and narrow, staff only hallways, and she was only vaguely aware of what was happening, letting them shuffle her along.

Finally she and Jensen were put into what seemed to be a cozy staff lunch room, coffee makers and squishy couches sat around the room and Y/N dropped onto the nearest one.

A minute later Jensen got down on his haunches in front of her and pressed a warm paper cup into her hand and she slipped the creamy coffee, letting it help her focus.

"How are you, sweetheart?"

Y/N shook her head and took hold of his hand, running her thumb gently over the bruises she could see forming there, under the red scrapes.

"How am I? How are you? Does it hurt?" She asked bringing them to her lips for a gentle kiss.

"No, they're fine." Jensen said, dismissively waving his other hand.

Before they could say more, a middle-aged man in a neatly pressed suit came in and Jensen stood up to greet him.

"Hello, Mr Ackles." The man said as he shook Jensen's hand. "My name is Tom Gentry and I'm the manager here. The police are here to have a word with you about what went down. They're gathering other's accounts as well. But they'd like to speak with you and Ms. Y/L/N separately."

Jensen looked down at Y/N and she nodded, giving him a smile to try and ease the lines of worry on his brow.

She looked to the manager. "Yes, that's fine."

"Follow me, Mr. Ackles, and the officers will be in momentarily, Ms. Y/L/N."

Y/N nodded again and Jensen kissed the top of her head. "Be back right away, sweetheart."

The cops who came in to talk with her were brusque but not rude. They asked their questions bluntly, but let her answer in full, simply making notes and nodding. It didn't take her long to give her version of what happened and they thanked her and left.

She waited another ten minutes before Jensen came back into the room. She stood up when he entered and he opened his arms as he reached her in only a few bow-legged strides. She stepped into them gratefully, shivering slightly as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

He shrugged out of his suit jacket and draped it over her bare shoulders, before pulling her tight against him.

"The cops are finished with us for now. So, let's get out of here, what d'ya say?"

Y/N nodded and followed along blindly. And before she knew it, they were back in the hotel room.

She dropped Jensen's suit jacket on the couch and wandered towards the bedroom. Jensen followed.

She sat in the overstuffed chair in the corner of the room and Jensen sat on the corner of the bed, facing her.

After a minute, he spoke quietly. "Tell me what you're thinking."

Y/N tried for a smile, but didn't quite manage it. She shook her head. "I'm thinking...that...I don't know what to think."

Jensen's jaw clenched. "Did I scare you?"

Y/N was about to deny it, but then she realized that would be a lie. She shrugged. "A little I guess. I've never seen you like that." She frowned at him. "Where did that come from? I mean -".

"He put hands on you."

Y/N felt her breath catch at the look of ferocious intensity that was back in his eyes.

"I wasn't about to let that stand." He said in a deadly calm voice and she suddenly realized that a part of Dean really did live inside Jensen.

She shook her head. "But Jensen, you know that asshole is gonna press charges. Something like this could really put a dent in your career. He could make people think you've got some kind of terrible temper, that you'd be awful to work with, or even dangerous on sets."

Her voice was full of worry as she continued. "Speaking as one of the accountants at your agency, if I was there right now, I'd be telling them they're bound to lose money on this. You could lose potential roles, you're gonna lose -"

"I don't care about any of that shit, Y/N." He interrupted again. "I did what I did and I don't regret it for a second. The only thing I care about losing, is you."

A look of sadness came into his eyes and it broke her heart. "Have I lost you?"

Y/N's eyes widened. "What? What do you mean? Why would you lose me?"

Jensen scowled darkly. "I exposed you to that shit, to pigs like Drummond. He was cruel to you just to get at me." He shrugged. "And I scared you with how I acted. I'm not sorry about breaking his nose, but I am sorry about that."

Y/N stood up from the chair and moved to stand between his legs, leaning against him, and clasping her hands on the sides of his neck.

"Jensen, you startled me, more than scared me. It was just surprising to see that side of you. I know how calm you always are; so few things ever rattle you. I mean, you took his insults and taunting that entire time, without batting an eye. Meanwhile I wanted to fucking strangle him."

Jensen's mouth quirked up in the half smile she loved so much. She kissed his lips gently, briefly. A sad smile clung to her lips as she pulled back.

"As for him saying mean things to me..." she shrugged, "Well, sweetie, he's hardly the first and he certainly won't be the last asshole to judge me based solely on some bullshit beauty standards that exist in their own heads."

As Jensen looked up at her, she slid her palms up to grip his scruffy cheeks. "But I don't care about what he thinks. Or at least, I try not to. The only man's opinion I care about is yours, and," she patted her hair, "I know you think I'm hot right?" She said, her teasing grin not quite hiding the slight apprehension that colored her words.

She watched the passion and desire slide into Jensen's features the way it had so many times before, and her apprehension melted away.

He leaned forward to press kisses across her cleavage, his face being perfectly level with her breasts, before pulling her down to sit on his lap.

"You're the hottest fucking woman I've ever had in my arms and the only one who can make me hard instantly."

He pulled her hand to rest on his cock that was straining behind the fine material of his dress pants.

She bit into her lip, and whined loudly as he reached into the slit of her dress and shoved her thong aside so he could run two fingers through the wetness that pooled at her center.

"Fuck, Jensen!" She said in a voice made harsh by desire.

"Good idea, sweetheart. I believe I had plans to rip this dress off of you."

Y/N opened her eyes. "Jensen Ross Ackles, don't you dare!"

She was trying hard to see past her thrumming need to have him shred the dress to pieces, throw her onto the bed and fuck her into the mattress.

"Well then, darlin', you've got about 30 seconds to get out of it before I turn it into rags."

When Y/N didn't move fast enough Jensen started counting.

"One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three -"

Y/N squealed and started reaching for the zipper.

***

The next morning they sat in bed with the room service tray between them. As they finished up their breakfast, Jensen sighed.

"Well, shall we?"

They'd both turned their phones off last night, vowing to avoid the mess until the next day.

Y/N shrugged. "I guess we'd better."

Their phones beeped on and Y/N took a deep breath. She had dozens and dozens of text messages and social media notifications. She noticed that the vast majority of notifications seemed to point her to a specific Twitter thread. She clicked on it, just as Jensen chuckled beside her.

"Huh. I'll be damned." He said, mostly to himself.

She looked over to see he was clicked on the same thread and she started reading it on his phone. The thread was from the Twitter account of Chris Evans.

"That's who he was!" Y/N said out loud, finally recognizing the actor that had been beside them on the red carpet the night before.

Jensen looked at her incredulously. "You didn't recognize Chris? He's like, one of the most famous actors in the world!"

Y/N shrugged. "I knew he looked familiar. I was just too busy staring at my hot date!"

Jensen was still chuckling at her lack of Hollywood savvy as she picked up her own phone to read the thread.

Most of it was just a straightforward account of exactly how things had transpired, and an indictment of the entertainment industry in general for constantly letting men like Drummond get away with it.

Y/N noticed that Chris never repeated the gross, insulting things Drummond had said about her, simply stating that the paparazzo made misogynistic and body-shaming comments towards her.

The final two tweets in the thread, made Y/N get a little teary-eyed and made her even prouder to be dating the remarkable man next to her.

~~~~~~~

In closing, I'll just say this. I've known Jensen for more than 20 yrs in this business. We've never had the chance to hang out a lot, very unfortunately. But back in the day, we went up against each other for a lot of roles, and I'll be forever grateful he was too busy and stepped away, letting me take on the role of Cap. Whatever he says, I know he was a serious contender.

But throughout these 20 yrs I've been lucky enough to talk with him, and get to know him a little. He is always respectful, was always a gracious winner when the role went to him, and a good sport when I lucked out and got it. I've never seen him be anything but patient, calm and a true gentleman. Which should give some indication of just how disgusting the actions of this so-called photographer really were. For whatever it's worth, I think Jensen was completely in the right here, and I applaud his actions. @ jensenackles you're a badass, my friend.

~~~~~~

Jensen was smiling at his phone as Y/N finished reading. "Wow." She said simply.

"Yeah, he's a good dude." Jensen said with a nod. "That was really nice of him, and it seems to have made a pretty big difference. My phone is slammed with requests for interviews to talk about my 'heroic actions'."

Jensen shook his head and chuckled. "Man, this town is something else."

Y/N was beaming. "I'm so happy the truth is out there and that you're coming out on the right side of this."

She pushed his phone away and kissed him lightly. "I never did thank you, did I? For standing up for me?"

A wicked smile spread across Jensen's face and he pulled her close for a deeper kiss. They broke apart panting and Jensen cleared his throat.

"I'd say you thanked me plenty last night."

Y/N punched him lightly on the arm. "Well, if I remember correctly, you thanked me first, and then you thanked me again," she nibbled on his succulent bottom lip, "and again and again and again!"

"And again!" Jensen growled as he rolled her onto her back, knocking the breakfast tray to the ground.

Y/N giggled breathlessly and then moaned loudly as Jensen's mouth attached itself to her pulse point.

"You are very welcome, Mr. Ackles. Mmmm...my hero!"

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[mystic-messenger-writing]

Hey! I was wondering if u could do a headcanon based on the song Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars. Like, RFA + Saeran watching MC smiling or something and thinking how beautiful she is and how they love her. Sorry for my english, I'm trying 😂 Have a amazing day!

I never heard of this song before you requested it but I really liked it after listening to it! I could totally see all of the members singing this to MC! I also wrote this one up a little differently so I hope that’s okay! Your English is perfect so no worries at all! I hope that you enjoy!! ^^

Yoosung

“Oh her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they’re not shining”

Everyone would always compliment Yoosung on his big, bright amethyst colored eyes

He took pride in his eyes, they were something that helped distinguish him from his peers, something that he treasured

Yoosung thought that no one else’s eyes could compare to his gem colored ones, that is until he met you

Your eyes captivated Yoosung, the color of your eyes made him feel so relaxed, so much at peace, so much joy

Yoosung could see the his love for you reflected in your eyes, and he prayed that you could see his love for you in his

His eyes were something that he valued but when push came to shove, Yoosung realized that he valued you above all else

When he went to Mint Eye to protect you, giving up his eye seemed like nothing, the pain as the Unknown man sliced his eye hurt but Yoosung knew the pain was all for your safety

Even though Yoosung only had one eye of his own to hold dear, your eyes made up for his lost one, your eyes held the love you two shared for each other

Yoosung would gladly give up anything, including his own eyes, to see your animated eyes that sparkled with love

Zen

“Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying”

Zen’s hair helped him stand out in the competitive world of acting

The unique silver color coupled with his health, long locks made Zen think that he had the most perfect hair in the world

Until the day he met you in person and saw how your hair flowed from your scalp

Zen could stare at your hair for hours and not become bored, the sheer beauty alone left Zen in awe at times

The way you took care of your hair like it was the most important thing in the world to you made Zen admire you that much more

Your hair was the only that could rival his own and as much as Zen didn’t want to admit it, your hair would declare victory

But at the end of the day, you both would play with each other’s hair, giggling like school children as you both would always compliment the other on their locks

You and Zen could spend date nights experimenting new hair styles with each other’s hair, and end the night with Zen softly singing while brushing your hair

While Zen found everything single thing about you simply stunning, your hair would always be something that Zen would adore about you and made sure to tell you so often

Jaehee

“If perfect’s what you’re searching for them just stay the same, so don’t even bother asking if you look okay”

Jaehee never particularly cared for looks, whether it be in a partner or in herself

She agreed to her boss’s requests about her hair and wearing glasses, just wearing business attire because she was told to

Her looks and the looks of others all seemed to blur together, that is until she met you

The first time Jaehee saw you, her heart almost stopped because of how gorgeous you looked more then anyone else

But she was a fellow female, she could see the insecurity that sometimes lurked in your eyes about your looks

Each time you’d look doubtfully in the mirror at your body, Jaehee would be there to remind you how utterly perfect you are to her

You helped make Jaehee want to improve her own looks to try and be on par with yours, she didn’t want you looking at any other man or woman the way that you do to her

Jaehee knew that when she met you that you were the most perfect girl in the world, she would always tell you so because you deserved to be told so

Jumin

“Her lips, her lips I could kiss them all day if she’d let me”

Jumin use to see every woman as the same, greedy and fake who just wanted his family’s wealth

He wasn’t even that impressed when he first met you, that is until he saw your smile for the first time

His own lips were used for helping him keep a blank face, to never show the world any emotions so they ended up being in a straight line, never to smile or frown

But when Jumin saw your lips, it made his own lips twitch into a smile, something he didn’t even know that he was capable of anymore

Your lips helped form an array of emotions to him, your smile, frown, pursed, anyway they formed Jumin was in love with

The first time he kissed you it was like magic, Jumin never felt such passion or love before in his life

If Jumin could have it his way, his lips would constantly be kissing yours, devouring every part of your lips until you’d be a moaning mess

But he also valued gentle kisses, like the ones he’d give to you before bed or when he’d have to go away on a business trip

Your lips had become Jumin’s new addiction and he didn’t see himself overcoming it anytime soon

Seven

“Her laugh, her laugh she hates it but I think it’s so sexy”

Seven was always known as ‘the funny one’ or ‘the jokester’ within the RFA

Making other people laugh and smile was something that 707 did to help hide his true dark feeling to the other members

He kept his facade going until the day he met you and heard your laugh for the first time

Your laugh was the sweetest melody that Seven had ever heard, you became his reason to make others laugh plus to let himself laugh from time to time

When Seven was having good days, he’d come up with every joke imaginable, tickle you, make funny gestures, anything to get you to laugh so he could laugh along with you

Even on his darkest days you’d always be there and with a single laugh from you, his mood would instantly improve

Seven felt like he didn’t have to be 707 or Luciel around you, he could be Saeyoung and it was all thanks to you doing something so simple

It became Seven’s greatest mission to date: to get you to laugh as much as possible and he sure did succeed, the two of you had life filled with laughter

Unknown

“'Cause you’re amazing, just the way you are"

Saying that Saeran has had a tough life was putting it lightly

Everyone around him hurt him, but he secretly knew that he wasn’t worthy of anyone’s love so he shut himself out

All of that changed when Saeran met you, you were truly amazing in his eyes

You were there for Saeran every step of the way during his recovery, always there to run your fingers soothingly through his hair when he was anxious, and held him close to you as he was awaken by another nightmare

Saeran was quickly falling in love with you, everything about you made his heart sing, he had truly found someone to trust and love

But there were days where Saeran could tell that you weren’t happy with yourself at times, pointing out your own flaws

With all that you do for him Saeran knew the least he could do was help you, he was just really sure how

So he’d give you gruff but sweet compliments along with tender hugs, always reminding you how truly amazing you were to him

Saeran’s whole world did stop and stare for a while when he met you, eternally grateful to have a source of positive light in his life