damn he's so attractive

[On seeing himself as Captain America for the first time]: Terrifying. I think the first time I saw it was back when I was still pretty insecure and a little apprehensive about taking the role. So it was a real dichotomy. There was simultaneous joy, but at the same time, a deep fear. That’s eroded over time, and now it’s very familiar. It feels very comfortable. It feels great now, and damn, if I had said no, I would have been the biggest fool on the planet. 

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the pretty setter squad is almost complete we just need Akaashi (and Miya Atsumu but he isn’t even animated yet. God save us all when he is)

look not everyone likes folk ballads and that is fine but willie of winsbury is 100% worth a listen because a plot point is the king finds this guy so damn attractive he just forgets to be mad at him and then offers him half his kingdom because he is just so hot

Plans for Seduction

Reader x Hank McCoy
Warning: Smut. This is pretty much just smut and some cursing.

Summary: Reader attempts to seduce Hank McCoy.

A/n: My second attempt at writing smut. I think it turned out pretty well. This features blue, furry, Beast Hank. Comments are always appreciated.

Originally posted by claracivry

 

You had some serious doubts about what you were about to do. But you had needs, and right now those needs were taking priority over your better judgment.

So what if you’ve never dated or kissed the man you were currently about to seduce? He was so damn self conscious, that even if he felt attracted towards you, he’d never pursue it. You were tired of admiring him from afar.

You had asked Charles, God knows how many times, to read Hank’s mind to see if he had feelings for you. Of course he always refused, because of the principle of things.

It was always, ‘Y/n, it’s not right to invade his private thoughts like that.’ or ‘I’m sure you’d be rather upset if I read your mind without permission.’

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Day 7 - Your Anime Crush

Vegeta

I mean, come on, how can you not have a crush on him? I’m not even quite sure what it is about Vegeta that makes him so damn attractive… He just sorta…is, and I’m not alone on this, Vegeta has quite the fanbase :3 Just ughhh look at him!

30 Day Anime Challenge

Monsta X reaction when their crush who’s an idol (you) going to be on “We Got Married” with him.

@ur-beautiful-when-u-smile said:Can I request a reaction of monsta x hearing that their crush who is an idol (the reader) wants to be on we got married with him? I don’t really know the rules


Shownu: He’s was on a radio show, when the radio host started explaining to him that last time you were here on the show, you said how you would like to be on “We Got Married” with him. He was loving the conversation, he was loving the idea you had most especially. 

Originally posted by garisanee

Hyungwon: Your like his major crush. He finds you so damn attractive and funny, smart, and just everything about you makes him so happy that your his friend. So he was super flabbergasted when he found out he was going to be on the show with you. He couldn’t tell someone your name without getting super excited. Somebody: “Who are you going to be with on the show?” Him: “*y/n*” *GIF*

Originally posted by yooneroos

Minhyuk: The members had to pick someone from their group to star on the TV show, Minhyuk already told them he DID NOT want to be on the show, but did they listen….nope. He went nuts when he seen his name on the list.

Originally posted by chiqkihyun

But when he found out that you asked to be paired with him, he suddenly loved the guys for volunteering him in for the show.

Originally posted by maleidolnet

Kihyun: He waited for the MC to pull the name out the basket, he was definitely sure that someone else name was going to get picked for your co star on “We Got Married”. But when the MC said his name, he was completely shocked, but went back to looking neutral, so no one would suspect his crush on you.

Originally posted by klhyun-moved

Wonho: He tried, he really did try his best to hold it in. He didn’t know whether to smile really hard or laugh a little, so he came out with both.

Originally posted by tochangkyun

Jooheon: He’s not showing how really happy he is to be with you on the show (HE EXTRA FUCKING HAPPY), but he’s showing some sort of excitement and shyness when they announce his name.

Originally posted by heonykih

I.M: His group members are more excited than he is apparently, when they hear the news, a lot of high pitch screams burst out.

Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx

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anonymous asked:

I hate Henrik...he's just so damn attractive and it pisses me off! Like, get your face awaaaay from meee.

My inbox is full of people appreciating henrik holm’s perfection and i think it’s beautiful ❤

anonymous asked:

Yoongi loves your powerfull and Strong Voice ( also bc you Are so tiny so IT doesn't actually fit) 😂

The first time Yoongi hears it, it takes him aback. It’s low, one tone too deep for such a tiny frame but it suits you so well that just after the initial surprise, Yoongi finds himself smiling. It reaches his ears easily, and he has absolutely no problem keeping track of what you’re saying because it’s just so damn attractive that he wonders how in the world he didn’t stuck in a kind of blank phase, dreaming about this special voice.

The second time he hears it, it brings a grin to his face, because he recognises it even though it’s only the second time he hears it. Your face is illuminated, like the bright lights enlightening the city at night, and he feels hot and bothered so suddenly that he thought for a moment that he might have catch a fever. But it’s not, he knows it isn’t. And it’s surprising, how just a voice can do those things to him. He heard ever so often of people having sensations just hearing one special kind of tones of voices, things that will make them want to take off their shirts and crash their mouths together – and Yoongi isn’t here, yet at least, though the way he needs to clear his throat to snap out of his thoughts might hint of something similar.

He doesn’t keep track of how many times he heard your voice, what he knows though, is the familiar feeling of a chill making its way down his back that has him shiver for a moment every single damn time that sound reaches his ears.

But it feels new every time.

It’s what keeps him awake at night, when the sun went to bed hours and hours before, when the window was opened, forgotten to be closed and both your bodies are pressed together, and you’re whispering sweet nothing in the darkness of the room. It’s what brings a smile on his face in the mornings, when he groans at just the thought of waking up – but then, it’s there, accompanied by sweet kisses on his chest, trailing a path on his skin without knowing where it’ll end. It’s what brings butterfly in his stomach when he’s sipping on his coffee and the melodious sound of your voice reaches his ears. It’s loud, and strong, and so shameless trying to reach the high notes of one particular awful song that Yoongi hates, and he thinks that maybe, he’ll join you in the shower, just to show you how it’s really done. And maybe Yoongi will sing ten times worse, but he doesn’t mind, really. He doesn’t mind ridiculing himself if it means that he gets to hear your laugh.

But between all of this, it’s only then, on a comfy afternoon where the sun is shining outside and the temperature is rising away from the cold wind of winter, when you’re fast asleep on the couch, your head on his arm, that Yoongi likes you the best.

It’s because he gets to hug you tight against his chest, he gets to let his eyes travel down your face, taking it all – and maybe he’s trying to remember what exactly you look like for every single time he has to close his eyes. He tries to remember the sound of your laugh, and the sound of your voice when you get angry, annoyed, nervous, intimated. Happy, sad, remorseful, bubbly and all those fucking adjectives he doesn’t care to know.

And you’re here, so tiny in his arms, so helpless and harmless that he feels the need to protect you, to keep you safe and warm. And it may not be love yet, but he’s sure as hell it isn’t far away. It’s funny, really, how between all that, the thing that’ll make him fall in love is just the sound of a voice.

Originally posted by dreamyoongi


It’s kind of rubbish, I’m sorry.

- Nageoire 

Mr. Lester

| Warnings: Smut, teacher kink. |

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It wasn’t her fault she got stuck in detention.

To an extent.

Well, it was her fault.

She punched a guy in the face.

But she had a perfectly good reason.

“But Mr. Lester, he called me a slut.” She argued with the teacher who had put her in detention in the first place.

“[Y/N], I understand that, that’s why I’ve sent Ms. Pentland to put him in a separate detention. But you still punched him, so you have to face the consequences.” Her English teacher spoke, his deep voice distracting her slightly.

Yes, maybe [Y/N] had a tiny crush on her teacher. And yes, maybe it wasn’t tiny, at all.

He was the reason she was flunking English.

Damn him for being so attractive, damn him to Hell.

“Is that clear?” He spoke, [Y/N] jumped slightly, she knew damn well she wasn’t paying attention to a single word that came out of her teachers mouth.

She was too busy focusing on the way his glasses set perfectly on his nose, and how his pale skin was a perfect contrast to his jet black hair, and how his soft blue button up brought out his beautiful blue eyes.

“Ms. [Y/L/N]? Are you listening?”

She shook her head, and he stood from his desk, walking towards the desk she was leaning against, cupping her chin with his hand.

“[Y/N], don’t think I don’t know what goes on in your mind when you don’t pay attention in class. I went to a university of mostly girls, and I know what one looks like when she’s turned on.” He spoke against her ear, a blush creeping down from her face to her neck.

He knew, and she knew she was fucked.

His lips moved from her ear to her neck, immediately finding her sweet spot. He wrapped his free arm around her waist, holding her up, whilst suckling on her neck.

He slid his arm down from her waist to the back of her thighs, lifting her up and setting her on the desk behind her, not once moving his lips from her neck.

She lulled her head back in pleasure, Phil’s hands traveling over her body, touching her in all the sensitive places. His slender fingers began unbuttoning her blouse, and she thanked every deity she knew of that she had worn a [F/C], lacy bra.

Her teachers lips traveled from her neck to her chest, placing kisses on the part of her breasts that the bra didn’t cover, before unhooking it swiftly and letting it fall from her body, attaching his mouth to her perked bud, taking the other between his fingertips, causing a loud moan to escape [Y/N]’s lips.

His free hand crept down to her skirt, slipping his fingers underneath it and playing with the hem of her underwear, sliding them down and tossing them haphazardly. He ran his index finger down her slit, removing his lips from her breast to talk. “Who made you this wet, Ms. [Y/L/N]?”

“You did, Mr. Lester.”

He slid his single digit inside of her, fucking her slowly with his finger, using his other hand to force her to look at him. “Good girl.” He spoke huskily, before attaching his lips to hers. His touch was magical, and his kisses were perfect.

Suddenly, he added a second finger, thrusting a bit faster, but his lips maintained their speed, and his kisses were anything but sloppy, unlike the boys at her school, Phil knew what he was doing, and goddamn was he good at it.

“Fuck, Mr. Lester.” She moaned against his lips, sweat covering her body.

“Ms. [Y/L/N].”

Silence.

He cleared his throat. “Ms. [Y/N]
[Y/L/N].”

Her eyes fluttered open, and she picked herself off of her desk quickly, noticing the drool that covered the side of her mouth and the blush upon her face.

“I’d appreciate you didn’t fall asleep while I was talking to you.” Mr. Lester spoke, still sat at his desk, far away from where she was.

“I’d appreciate you didn’t interrupt my dream.” She spoke snidely, resting her head back on the desk, hoping to return to her dream.

All Mr. Lester hoped was that she didn’t mumble and sleep talk about it like the previous one.