he used to see his little angel

Dark Lovers

An AU Series

Character Pairing: Demon!Bucky x DemonKing!Steve x Female Reader

Word Count: 2912

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut. M/M/F threesome, oral (male and female receiving) fingering, sexual penetration, female ejaculation (squirting), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) and swearing. 

Request: can you write one where bucky and steve are demons and they fuck angel reader and she squirts and bucky goes “ well damn stevie look at this”  @apolla62200

A/N: Don’t judge me too harshly! This is my take on angels and demons! 

“I thought you’ve been told not to come to our neck of the woods angel face.”

You squared your shoulders and walked straight past Bucky. You heard his heavy boots turn to follow you.

“Defiance,” he said as he sucked in through his teeth. “I like it. I thought angels were supposed to be sweet and innocent. A bit on the submissive side.”

Glancing at him over your shoulder, you smirked, “Goes to show how dumb you demons are.”

Bucky lunged forward and grabbed your forearm roughly. He backed you against the nearest wall and pushed his big body against yours, pinning you in place. “Tread carefully angel, I’ll make it to where not even your precious God can save you.”

You quirked a brow at him as you chuckled, “Your first mistake is thinking that I need to be saved,” you pushed against his chest, backing him up a step. “Besides, your King summoned me here.”

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Butterfly wings

When Lance was a kid his mom would say his skin looked like the wings of a butterfly.
Something that was beautiful in how the colours stood out over the base.
She would tell him that he was her little butterfly painted by the angels.
She would tell him this everyday he came home crying because of the teasing from the other kids and the pitying looks from the adults.
When Lance turned ten he stole his sisters makeup and used it to cover the pale areas that were visible on his face, neck and arms. Just to see what it would be like he went to town and for the first time ever blended in. He felt absence of confidence coming from the makeup. But he didn’t want to upset his mom. However getting makeup off is much harder then putting it on.
That’s why hours later his Mom found Lance in the bathroom desperately scrubbing at his skin as she called him for dinner.
He broke down and began to cry begging her not to angry for trying to cover up.
His mom just smiled and kissed his temple telling him that if he wanted to cover up he could or if he wanted his skin on show that was fine too, that he was perfect ether way.
So Lance started wearing makeup and gained a new kind of confidence that he never had before. He was louder and happier even flirting.
When he went away to the Garrison he took enough makeup with him to last until Christmas telling himself as long as he had makeup then everything would be ok.
But the night they found Shiro, Lance didn’t have his makeup with him.
He went to space without it.
With every day that passed the small container he always carried for touch ups became emptier and emptier. He knew it wouldn’t last forever but tonight of all nights to run out.

Lance stared in the mirror at the pale splattering that stretched over his eyes as he desperately rubbed at his skin praying to be able to cover up.
But it was no good.
He was out of makeup.
He wondered if Allura had any and if she would mind him borrowing some. But if he asked then she would see.
What if she laughed?
What if she told the others and they treated him differently?
He couldn’t take the teasing again he just couldn’t.
He put his hands on the sink trying to will himself to calm down. If he could just get to Allura’s room then he could steal her makeup and look normal.
Wrapping his blanket round his head allowing it to trail along the floor behind him Lance tip toes through the hall way.
At this time in the morning most of the other paladins were usually in the kitchen having breakfast or for Keith getting in some training before grabbing a quick bite to eat. This didn’t do much for Lance’s anxieties through. Just the thought of being outside his room without makeup on caused his chest to tighten with panic.
This was so much worse.
He felt like every cell in his body was on edge, vibrating with fear of being caught.
When he reached Allura’s room he had to wipe the sweat off his hands before getting the door open.
Allura’s room was huge.
Much bigger then all the paladins rooms combined and filled with various alien nick nacks and photos from Altea.
Lance felt bad about being in her room without permission, but he told himself it would be worth it in the end.
However after almost an hour Lance had found nothing.
No concealer.
No powder.
He felt his chest tighten as the tears began to fall.
What was he going to do?
The team already thought he was nothing but a pretty face, he’ll be even less then nothing if they realise he’s not even that.
As his breaths came less frequently and quicker Lance slowly slipped down to the floor holding his throat with his hands.
He didn’t hear the door slide open.
He didn’t hear the gasp or the sound of footsteps running over to him.
But he did hear his name.
“Lance?” Allura asked panic clear in her voice. She put a steadying hand on his shoulder trying to get him to look up at her. “Lance tell me what is wrong! Are you hurt? What happened?” She asked sounding like a worried mother.
Lance’s only response was a slow shake of the head.
Allura recognising the panic attack hugged him in her strong arms humming a calming tune.
After a while the tears stopped and Lance found himself able to breath normally again. He stayed in Allura’s arms letting her rock him gently back and forth closing his eyes and listening to the calming sound.
“Pretty song” Lance whispered.
“My farther would sing it to me when I was young.” Allura answered a note of pain to her voice. “Ready to tell me what’s wrong?”
Lance shook his head earning him a sigh from the princess.
“Well…is there anything I can do to help?
Lance was quiet for a moment “do you have any makeup I could borrow?” He asked nervously playing with the hem of the blanket.
“Of course. But I do not understand, you often boast about how perfect your skin is.”
A bitter laugh escaped Lance’s throat. “My skins ugly.”
Allura was so surprised by this answer she pulled back just to try and see if the blue paladin was joking. He had to be joking…right?
“Lance why would you think that?” She asked gently.
Lance slowly, very slowly looked up. The blanket falling off his head and showing his face to the older woman.
Allura couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her lips as she stared at Lance.
His face began to crumble “I knew it! I knew this would happen!” He sobbed curling in on himself.
“No no lance I didn’t mean anything bad!” Allura rambled quickly. “It’s just I did not realise humans also had marks of beauty like Altean’s.”
Lance sniffed looking up at her “marks of beauty?” He asked.
“Yes” she tapped the pink marking on her cheek “on Altea it was a sign of beauty to have markings such as yours on your face. They called them marks of the Drioborn bug… I believe you have something similar on Earth. Butterfly I think they are called.”
Lance smiled for a moment “yeah butterfly is right.”
After his little heart to heart with Allura, Lance though still self conscious didn’t outright hate his skin anymore. He borrowed her makeup as to feel more confident but eventually he opened up to the team allowing himself to love who he is as much as his team does.

Power Rangers headcanons, mothers addition

  • Candace, Billy’s mother, absolutely adores the Rangers and especially Jason because he was the first person who actually showed up after Billy invited someone over- admittedly for selfish reasons but she loves the friendship they now have. Whenever they come over she fusses about giving them drinks they like and snacks they enjoy, and she’s pretty much Molly Weasley, adopts these kids the second she sees them.
  • She was angry about the car but too relieved that her kids weren’t in it when it got hit *ahem ahem awkward coughingyea…*. She insists on carpooling them sometimes, like if she sees Trini walking home in the rain for example. She has pictures of Billy with all his friends all over the house.
  • Candace was also the person Zack called when his mother took a bad turn, panicking and crying and it’s okay, Zack, I’m right there I’m getting in my car right now, sweetie.
  • The woman we see briefly in the film is actually Jason’s stepmother, and Pearl is his half-sister. A few members of the town remember his biological mother, but no one knows why she suddenly left when he was seven.
  • When he’s not pretending she doesn’t exist he’s usually angry, twitchy and avoids anyone touching him. She showed up at Angel Grove to ‘see if he was alright’ after the Rita/Goldar incident, and the first time he saw her Jason dived under the table and Trini on reflex covered him with her coat because she’s freaking seen this reaction before. Jason went to stay at the other Rangers houses for the two weeks his mother kept trying to see him before giving up.
  • Trini’s mother hates the Rangers. She’s ‘grateful they saved us but look at the carnage they left!’. Trini’s little brothers always argue back that it was Rita and Goldar who did most of the damage.
  • Kimberly’s dad thinks her friends are bad influences but her mom loves them. Kimberly’s mom lets Kimberly have their converted basement, decked out like a rec room, for regular hang outs with all her friends. If she knows they’re coming she usually has a massive meal planned out too and really it’s by his wife’s influence alone that Kim’s dad ends up liking them too.
  • Jia, Zack’s mother, knows they’re the Rangers she’s not stupid. She saw her son leap over the lawn and land in the trash (inspired by a deleted scene showing her watching him from the window) and he suddenly has four friends who all perfectly match the statures of the other Rangers. Come on Zack.
  • She calls them her Five Warriors. The first time she did it she had to stop herself from laughing at their alarmed looks. Jia can’t believe they still think she doesn’t know after that hint.

Two OC’s i made for the wonderful AU created by @thebbros Moderator @blogthegreatrouge


Name:Harpper (Its Harper with a second p. Its also a mix of the names Harper and Hopper (which was a music teacher’s name)   

Age: 18 

Gender: Male 

Sexuality: Homo-romantic /Asexual 




Star sign:Libra

Personality/Info: Very Intelligent, preferring to use brains over brawn to avoid and escape dangerous situations. If a situation gets physical he will attempt to doge attacks directed at him for as long as possible.If it gets to out of hand he will fight back normally by kicking and biting since hes strongest in his legs and jaw. He attempts to be Dagen’s guardian angel trying his best to keep him out of trouble worrying about his safety. He loves Dagen but believes Dagen only sees him as a business partner or close friend. Hes peaceful, patient and can be very affectionate but hes also a little insecure. He does in fact play the harp (hence his names) and has a rather angelic appearance.

Name: Dagen



Sexuality: Pan-romantic/Pan-sexual




Star sign:Aries

Personality/Info: Streetwise using speed and brute force to his advantage in dangerous situations. Hes not to get physical and will do so with out hesitation. He uses weapons (or his claws in an extreme situation) to attack and disarm opponents while evading oncoming dangers. Although Harpper warns him of the consequences and danger of certain areas and actions he proceeds anyway, often getting himself and Harpper in trouble. He likes to live life adventurously and is aware that his actions not only cause Harpper to worry, but ultimately puts him in danger. He really does genuinely care about Harpper (but doesn’t like to show it trying to appear tough and careless and doesn’t know how to properly display affection). He’s smug, flirtatious, and a trouble maker but can be aggressive. He’s developed  feelings for Harpper but is unsure how to deal with them and is in a current stage of denial, changing the subject if its ever brought up. He works as a trader often traveling to find valuables or to sell the ones he currently posses. 

Some other information

Dagen is smarter than he appears and every risk he takes is calculated

Harpper is stronger than he appears and is capable of fending for himself 

Although they are both decent fighters they aren’t perfect 

Harpper is an orphan and Dagen was born into a organized criminal group

Dagen will shamelessly flirt with anyone he finds attractive (but once in a relationship will remain loyal)

(I just figured out how to send multiple photos. Anyway I hope you like them!)

art by issaccthepoodle

Touch of Your Love

 Hey guys! This is an imagine based on this textpost: “when his hands are so nice u just want him to put his fingers in your mouth.” When I saw it, I was like…. me @ Tom…? Basically, it’s as smutty and fluffy as they come, so I hope y'all like it!

Touch of Your Love

She loved his hands because they always engulfed her own.

She loved his hands because they were always warm, but never sweaty, or ever cold.

She loved his hands because they would always be there to guide her to safety.

She loved Tom’s hands because of all the things they did to her in the vehemence of their everlasting moments together.

They would wind themselves like vines against her skull, softly aiding her to wherever he wanted her the most. Sometimes, if Tom couldn’t wait, they’d hold her down against his touch while he worked his fingers, tongue, or hips against her.

Pressing her legs together, she cursed herself for thinking of Tom’s hands when she should be focusing on her professor’s lecture.

There was an in-class discussion occurring about Tennessee Williams’s play, ‘A Streetcar Named Desire,’ which happened to be one of her favorite plays, but she just couldn’t get Tom’s hands, and everything she’d like them to do to her, out of her head.

Her mind wandered to their morning together.

Whenever he was in town, they’d always stay together, no matter what the two had going on individually the next day.

Tom awoke earlier than she did, even though he didn’t need to be up yet because he had a rare free day from work, and he’d turned off her alarm and instead kissed her awake.

After he’d managed to untangle her from him, Tom had gently pushed her hair from the nape of her neck to pepper it with kisses. Then, he pressed hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down her body, and over the sweater she’d stolen from him to wear bed.

Stirring slightly, she shifted in bed, causing the fabric of the sweater to reveal her midriff. Tom thanked the goddess of love for this blissful opportunity, and began trailing his fingers up and down her body.

She moaned in her sleep and Tom smirked, cracking his knuckles.

He dipped his calloused fingers into the sweet, pink panties she wore and tapped his forefinger against her clit, moving his mouth up to tease her neck with warm licks and kisses.

“Wake up darling,” his voice rasped against the base of her throat.

She awoke, wide-eyes and wet, with Tom’s untamed curls tickling her collarbones and Tom’s fingers preparing to curl inside her.

“Look at you, so lovely and ethereal.” Tom meant it too. He just couldn’t wrap his brain around how she always managed to look like an unearthly, delicate fairy when she awoke, while he resembled an exhausted bear. “Let me give you something to think about while you’re in class.”

Barely rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she burrowed her head back into her pillow and whined.

Tom didn’t make any move to further her pleasure, instead he propped himself up on one elbow to observe her clearer.

Wiggling her hips around, she tried to make Tom understand that she so desperately wanted him to give her something to think about in class.

“You know what I need.” Tom said.

She knew that Tom was waiting for her consent to go further, just as he always did. He always wanted to make sure that she was okay with what they were doing, so he always gave her time to agree or disagree.

“Please Tom,” she finally breathed out, curling her own tiny hand around his wrist.

With that, Tom moved in to kiss her, dragging her off the pillows, so that she’d be closer to where he needed her to be.

Her hair had fanned out around her head in an oh-so-fitting halo, Tom thought.

His mouth pressed urgently against her soft lips and his hands pushed her underwear down and she kicked them off the bed.

Tom hitched one of her legs around his waist, and cradled her hips to his own, his morning wood pushing against the warmth of her center.

Bringing a hand up to his mouth, he sucked three fingers into his mouth to slick them with saliva. She could’ve moaned at the sight.

Tom snuck his fingers back down to where she ached for him, and he pressed one against her clit.

“Fuck,” Tom groaned, doing his best to maintain his cool, “you’re fucking drenched for me. Did you wake up with this in mind, sweet girl?”

Her eyes rolled back when Tom slid a finger inside of her, doing his best to help her prepare for his others.

“Dreamt about you last night sweetheart. You were on this bed, lingerie and heels, all for me. Said you’d been a fucking bad girl and needed a punishment, so I had to drag you over my knee and spank you till your ass was cherry red.” Tom knew she loved being talked to in bed.

Tom couldn’t figure out why, but she was still shy and a little uncertain of herself when she was with him, and it made her feel better, and less embarrassed, to know how badly Tom wanted her too.

He rubbed the palm of his hand against her clit and used his other hand to press her bucking hips back down onto the bed.

Tom guided another finger into her and she gasped his name.

“And then I wake up, and see you looking like a fucking angel, all curled up against my chest, and it was too much, darling. I could feel you breathing, and hear you gasping in your sleep. And then I thought, I gotta fucking have you before you go to class, you’re too much, baby.”

Her thighs squeezed him closer to her and she kissed him, ever so softly, on the throat, her hands guiding themselves up to the nape of his neck.

Tom could tell that she was close, she always held onto him when she came.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you angel? Let me see you cum, darling, I need something think about after you’ve gone too. Come on, darling, let me see you finish.” Tom curled his finger inside her and mercilessly rubbed her clit.

She screamed and tried uselessly to lift her hips off the bed to force his fingers to delve deeper inside of her.

“Tom, please, please please.” Her eyes were fluttering, unable to stay open because she was too focused on Tom’s hands.

“What is it, m’love? Want another? Ask me politely and I’ll give it to you. You know that I’d give you everything, you just need to ask.” Tom kissed her lips and used the hand on her hips to trace hearts on her bare skin.

“Tom,” she was barely breathing, “please, I need another one.” She tried to shift her hips up to meet his hand, but Tom only smirked and held her down firmer.

“Of course, darling. All you had to do was ask.” And with that, Tom slid in another finger and began to use his thumb to draw the words, ‘I love you,’ on her clit and he wanted her shake, and moan, and grip his shoulders.

“Cum, my sweet girl, you’re alright, I’m here. Cum.” Tom ordered, and with that, she did.

Her legs shaking, and her body trembling, and countless ‘I love yous’ fell freely from her lips.

Tom wished that there was some way to bottle up those words, so that he could hear them, breathed into his ear whenever he wished.

He held her close and rubbed her back while she recovered from her early morning orgasm, and he counted each freckle that painted her skin.

“Wanna help me clean up?” Tom asked, bringing the hand that she’d gushed all over, up to her lips.

She tipped her head back opened her mouth, clearly understanding what Tom meant, and he dipped his fingers into the wet confines of her mouth.

Her lips closed behind his hand as she sucked and licked his fingers clean of her.

“Holy fuck,” Tom groaned, rubbing himself through his boxers.

She released him with a pop and Tom hurled himself at her, winding his hands into her hair as her pulled her on top of him.

Sitting so she straddled his lap, she smiled at him.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Tom murmured, looking up at her and lovingly stroking her thighs. “Go on and get ready, or else I won’t be able to let you leave.”

She clamored from his lap with shakey legs and crossed to the bathroom to begin her morning routine.

Tom laid back in bed, tugging at himself softly while she pranced around the room, removing shirt after shirt, before finally cheekily smiling at him over her shoulder as she settled on one of his sweaters.

He removed his hand from his pants and walked to the door to kiss her goodbye, promising to pick her up for lunch after school.

As she walked to her friend’s waiting car, she looked back and blew him a kiss before rushing to the vehicle.

When Tom had finally seen her off, he leaned up against the door and jacked himself so hard that when he came, he shouted her name.

Little did he know, that now, in her lecture, all she could think about was wrapping her pretty, pink lips around the length of his cock.

Dark Lovers [2]

An AU Series

Character Pairing: AU!Demon Bucky x AU!Demon King Steve x Female Angel Reader

Word Count: 3,119

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut! M/M/F threesome, Oral (male and female receiving), mild bondage, slight dominance, orgasm denial, sexual penetration, dirty talk, and language. Some plot, a lot of porn. 

A/N: So, @apolla62200 and I are working together to bring you this amazing series! I’m excited for where this is headed and I hope you will be too! Enjoy! ;) 

Part One


“You have no reason to be here angel.”

Pulling out your white blade, you twirled it around your fingers. “You are the one that has situated yourself in the middle of my mission demon.”

His eyes turned black, “I don’t take kindly to you halo bitches killing my kind.”

You pointed to your head with the tip of the blade, “Do you see a halo anywhere?” You walked toward the tall demon, “That’s a horrible stereotype. And I haven’t killed him… yet.”

“You’re a mouthy little thing,” he said, bringing out his own knife. “Don’t you have any idea who I am?”

You shook your head, running the tip of your blade over his cheek, “I don’t care who you are.”

With that, you moved to sink the knife in his neck. He was faster. He ducked away and knocked you off of your feet with his leg. You landed flat on your back, the wind knocked from your lungs. His black boot came down to press on your chest.

“Oh little angel,” he said as he leaned down over you. “You have to be smarter than that. And actually, a bit faster.” Placing the tip of his knife under your chin, he tipped your face up, “Does the name Bucky ring a bell?”


Palming your knife, you slung your arm up with all your might and plugged it in his thigh. He yelled in pain. When his foot moved off your chest, you scrambled to your feet. Facing him, you knew you had screwed up.

“Fucking bitch!” he said as he grabbed for you.

You closed your eyes and willed yourself back up to heaven.

What greeted you was even scarier than what you had left on earth…

“You have failed us, sister.”

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Request: Loved

Request: May I request Mary (season 12 reference) coming to the bunker with dean and meeting the reader (she is a relationship with dean and told his mother about her)? :)

Word count: 1,130


“Dean?” Your voice is barely a breath as you answer the phone, escaping as a transparent cloud on the cool spring air. It can’t be him – Amara and the bomb and Chuck and Rowena and… all of the jumbled, clouded images flit through your head at once and then disappear completely as he speaks again.

“Yeah, it’s me. Y/N, where the hell are you? Were you with Sam?” He cuts to the chase, and you quickly pick up on the panic in his voice – you’d know it anywhere on Earth.

“No.” There’s more shame in the word than you’d like him to hear – it wasn’t that you’d abandoned them. It wasn’t at all. It was more that the goodbye with Dean had been too much for you to bear, and you needed a few hours to be alone with your thoughts. The world may have been saved, but yours had been irreparably shattered, “And I’m about a mile away from the bunker. Probably less.”

“Good. Sam’s gone, there’s blood, and- and-“ His voice sputters and dies, “I can explain when you get here. Can you just…?”

You don’t have to pause, “Give me a minute. Maybe five.” You tell him, and then he’s ended the call – and that’s how you know it’s him, not some sick perversion like it was last time or a cheap imitation: there’s no goodbye, no ‘see you soon’. That’s it, it’s a given that you’ll be there.


“Dean?” The door creaks and clanks as you haul it open, gun in one hand. You creep down the stairs, not quite knowing what threat to expect, if any. However, by the time he’s taken three steps out of the war room, you’re on him, throwing your arms around his neck as the gun clatters to the floor and his arms wrap you up, strong and safe, lifting your feet clean off the ground. Dean buries his face into your shoulder, vaguely reminiscent of the hug you’d last shared – except this one is joy and relief, where the other had been sorrow and fear.

“God, Y/N.” His breath is warm and face scratchy and he’s alive. The last thing in the universe that you want to do is pull away, but when you finally open your eyes and look over his shoulder, you’re startled into pulling back.

A blonde woman stands behind him, watching you both with a mixture of intense confusion and affectionate amusement. You look from her, to Dean, and then back to her – for one, she’s wearing your shirt, and for another, she looks familiar in a way you can’t place.

“Y/N,” His arm remains tight around your waist, although he does let you back down onto the floor, “Meet my mom, Mary. Mom, this is Y/N.”

She quirks an eyebrow, and for a split second you realise that the mannerism belongs to Dean – many of her features do, in fact. It’s only then do you recognise her as the woman from the photographs Dean never has out of arm’s reach.

“This is Y/N?” She asks, and Dean nods in confirmation, smiling proudly – like this is a moment he’d always wished for; to introduce his girlfriend to his mother. Mary takes a slow step forward, looking you up and down – not scrutinising, but examining. Wanting to familiarise herself with you.

“You mentioned me?” You glance up at Dean, but his mother cuts in before he can even think of an answer.

“Oh, you’re all he mentioned. I was starting to think I’d had another child I didn’t remember until he specified that you were his girlfriend,” She smiles, and you can’t help but laugh a little at that, “Oh, Y/N, you’ll love Y/N. She’s so beautiful and smart and funny and…”

“Mom!” Dean interrupts indignantly, his face flushed red. Both you and Mary manage a laugh at that, despite the situation at hand – but the confusion and anxiety soon cloud her features again, and you look between the two of them for a few moments.

“Dean, babe, have you tried calling Cas? He came back here with Sam, and if that’s an angel-banishing sigil I see over there, he definitely was here.” You offer, lifting up to kiss his cheek before withdrawing, “Mary, I feel like you could use a cup of tea… milk and extra honey?”

For just a moment, she hesitates, looking between the two of you – and then she nods, relief flooding her features – an excuse to avoid the stressful situation for a little while, and to get her out of Dean’s high expectations so she can take a few breaths. You couldn’t be happier for him, but you know as well as anyone that he can be a bit of an overexcited puppy every now and again.


“So… you’ve done this before?” She asks, heaping more honey into the tea. You nod, giving a small smile and sipping your drink slowly.

“Once or twice. Sam and Dean have too, but we all lost count a few times ago.” At the look of horror on her face, you reach over and rest your hand over hers – the idea of her sons dying and coming back must be awful to her. Especially when her own experience of it seems to be going less than smoothly for her, “They always seem to come back. Dean always used to say it’s because angels were watching over them.”

Mary’s eyes widen slightly at her own words being echoed back from the mouth of an outsider, but she doesn’t seem to have the words of her own.

“There isn’t a day goes by when he doesn’t think about you.” You tell her softly, giving a small smile, “Don’t take that as pressure. But take it to know that you’re loved here, and always have been. I get it, fitting back in can be awkward. But I’m here, and so are Sam and Dean. And if you need to be stupid and quiet and go and get our nails done or do something menial, I’m always up for a girls’ day out.”

Again, she only seems to stare at you, and you fear that you’ve overstepped the mark – after all, you’re practically a stranger to her. But, instead, after a few moments, a wide, warm smile spreads over her face and her eyes wrinkle in exactly the same way that Dean’s do.

“I get it.” She says softly, her eyes twinkling, “I understand completely… what he sees in you. Why he loves you so much. Why you love him.”

All of those thoughts you’d had, growing up, about meeting your boyfriend’s parents and trying to impress them… this couldn’t be further from that if it tried. But you wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

anonymous asked:

Prompt : malec casually shows PDA in the middle of the institute. 5 times they show PDA and nobody says a thing + 1 time that someone (FINALLY) did

Hi anon!
Thank you so much for thinking of me for a prompt and for this prompt specifically because I’m a sucker for loved up, cute Malec! Here you go, I hope you like it!
Also, shout out to @llycea who picked the “fluff” option!

Jace is pissed.

It’s late and there’s a werewolf who’s terrorising half of New York and it’s late and Luke isn’t answering his phone and it’s late and he doesn’t want to deal with the bureaucracy of the whole thing and go handle a feral werewolf on his own. And it’s late. And Clary is asleep in their room, and he’d very much like to go back to that as soon as possible.

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Please, out of respect. Do not share pictures from the Jeju trip that are already posted. Baekhyun stated he didn’t want fans take pictures now that they’re on vacation!! He even said “I know your love for us but can you wait a little bit? I’m asking as a favour” LISTEN HE’S SO SWEET even when he doesn’t have to be, but yeah seeing as he doesnt want fans to take pictures, he probably doesnt want the pictures that are up to spread around, so please listen and respect his wish ok!!! :(

i will never, ever, tire of

-Dean being a stubborn cutie pie

-Cas being so over his shit

-Sam being so over both of their shit

-Team Free Will having issues with each other but working through them rather than sneaking off from one another

-Dean affirming Cas


-Dean wanting to march off to his death just to make sure Cas is okay even though he’s still really pissed at him

-Direct parallels between romantic couples and Dean and Cas

-Dean touching Cas a little more than he needs to

-Dean admitting to having feelings

-Needy ass feelings

-Needy ass feelings re: his angel

-Dean calling Cas constantly

-Did I mention I really like it when Cas gets affirmed?

-Once more, for good measure, Cas getting affirmed

Honestly, that episode was just … everything. Like I know us Destiel shippers talk about subtext all the time but I honestly don’t understand how one can view an episode like “Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets” and not see that Cas and Dean’s relationship is something … special.

The main plotline re: Lily Sunders (Alicia Witt was fantastic) is absolutely great, both on its own and as a parallel to Dean and Cas.

But the whole episode was just consumed with Cas and Dean’s relationship and their feelings towards one another.

And then there’s Sam like a giant neon sign of caring about them both but in a fundamentally different way - that despite all the talk of Cas’s friendship with “Sam and Dean,” the relationships are wholly separate entities.

But honestly, yeah, the feelings Dean and Cas have towards one another are complicated and messy and beautiful and this episode is a perfect embodiment of why I ship it.

BTS Reaction

Request maybe? when BTS’ (significant other) is from a country that doesn’t use chopsticks and so struggles with eating every now and then (which can be embarrassing when they’re eating in public ~anon


Personally i think that Jin wouldn’t really care if you didn’t know how to use chopsticks or not. Don’t get me wrong, sure he’d appreciate you trying to learn how to eat with chopsticks but you could eat with a fork and spoon if you wanted. just as long as you could eat well and ate with him, he could care less about what you ate with.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


This would be something he loves about you or is fond of you for. You could be asking “why would he love me for struggling with chopsticks?” It’s not really about the chopsticks, its seeing you trying to learn something that is apart of his culture and his lifestyle. He wouldn’t feel embarrassed at all. He’d see you struggling and help guide and encourage you to accomplish your goal (even if your goal is to put a piece of chicken in your mouth)

Originally posted by yoonem


Though it may look like he’s hardcore judging you he’s not. He’s secretly thinks that you not knowing how to use chopsticks is the cutest thing in the world. He would never admit that to your face but he would show you the best way to use chopsticks without using too much effort

Originally posted by yoonmin


This little angel would get so into it. Like he’d be the one to take you into a legit classroom and on the board it would say “J-hope’s Guide to Chopsticks”. He’d would make learning how to use chopsticks fun and easy for you. He would also take advantage of the fact that he would be able to take you out on way more dates just to “practice” how to use chopsticks. But in reality, he would just turn it into a date.

Originally posted by jhope-ah


Okay so you and Tae would be at a restaurant and he would see you struggling with your chopsticks. You being okay at using chopsticks wan’t a problem for him cause he didn’t really care how good or bad you were. He would try to make the moment really romantic by setting your chopsticks  down and start feeding you your food with his chopsticks.

Originally posted by moonsuns


This boy would be the death of me omg okay. You and Jimin are sitting next to each other eating with chopsticks when he sees you having trouble picking up some food. Instead of showing you how to use them like a normal person, he would wrap his arm around you so that he would be able to take your hand in his while he fed you your food.

Originally posted by princejimin


He would make it into a game to help you become more comfortable with using chopsticks. Like he would notice you struggling and getting nervous about it so he would pretend to feed you but would “miss” your mouth by touching your cheek with the food. You would be surprised and do the same to get him back but all he would do would smile at you because you were able to pick up the food without even thinking about it 

Originally posted by yoonmin

 Sorry it took so long to make (and i even had to redo it cause tumblr is being dumb) But I hope you enjoy it cause I had fun making it. thank you for requesting and have a great day ~ Admin aesthetic-byunbacon

Mating Season

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader
Word count: 1,540
Warnings: Smut. Cussing. Unprotected sex. Lucifer is probably OOC. Brief mention of Dean/Cas 
Request: ( Anonymous ) Hi sweet Toni! Can I please request a Luci fic where he’s in a mating frenzy and everyone in the bunker tries to leave him in peace but then the reader does something that turns her on - maybe drawing erotic art or reading some smut novels? - and he can sense and smell that and just barges into her room wanting to have her and she says yes? *blush* 

Authors Note: I’ve never done a “mating” fic before so I hope I did okay. It doesn’t exactly follow the request but it’s close!

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The Difference Between Zuko and Aang IMO

Let me preface this by saying that I do not hate Aang and I’m not shitting on him to support my ship. This is merely my observation so if you don’t like it, fair enough. 

But anyway, this is not actually revolutionary. There are far better meta writers in the fandom who have touched on this but it’s in my head and I wanted to write it out. 

Zuko has grown up with men and women who see power as something to revere and exploit and use to intimidate and conquer other people. It’s practically the basis of Fire Nation culture. Those who can firebend are more well-respected and elevated than those who cannot. Power is what drives the Fire Nation but also what corrupts it. He’s seen firsthand how power can be exploited and how it can warp a person’s mind a la his father, Azula, Zhao, etc. It’s not like Zuko is indifferent to this culture either. He wants power just as much but he’s also motivated by his need to belong, to feel loved and by his sense of honour to his family and nation. He wants power because he thinks it can give him that. 

When Zuko sees the height of Katara’s power on their journey to face Yon Rha, he sees just how frightening she truly can be. From the bloodbending to the rain scene, Zuko can see just how powerful she is but he also sees restraint. She has every right to kill that man in his eyes and he wouldn’t stand in her way if she chose to because he understands her reasoning, but I think what’s awe-inspiring to him is her restraint. She has power, unimaginable power, and she chose to hold herself back even though she was still just as angry and hurt as she was at the start. Zuko respects her for it.

While Aang, on the other hand, doesn’t even attempt to really understand where Katara is coming from with regards to her mother and finding the man who killed her. Throughout the seasons, he never once asks her, never once has a heart to heart with her where the focus was on Katara and not him. He acts morally superior to her, judges her for it and doesn’t offer any support. It’s because he can’t fathom a Katara who would go to such lengths because the Katara he has built in his mind lives in a glass palace on a pedestal. She’s his guardian angel, who is always there for him when he needs her. What she is, in fact, is a term coined in 19th century British literature as the ‘Angel of the House’. It’s used to refer to female characters who are there as a plot device to offer redemption and healing to the man who has been ‘corrupted’ in the colonies. She’s merely a tool and not an equal. Considering how Katara ends up in the comics and LoK, this is basically what they reduced her to, and that’s some kind of messed up, considering this is not 19th century Britain. 

– whereas Zuko respects her as his equal, probably even more than his equal in fairness considering how little he sees himself, but he doesn’t romanticise Katara. She is flawed and I honestly believe that that’s what draws him to her in the first place. Before he joined the Gaang, he probably saw her as that annoying girl who seems to be just too perfect. I mean we all know that person that never seems to do anything wrong and is always so nice to everyone, who while we know it’s wrong to dislike them, we do anyways. Katara probably was that person for Zuko, so for him to see her flawed and morally conflicted like he is most of the time was probably what made him respect and like her even more. It’s the knowledge that even someone as good as Katara is susceptible to what ails all humans. 

Also, in all fairness to Aang, he’s not evil for feeling that way about Katara considering his age. I remember crushing on people at 12 and thinking they were the most perfect person in the entire damn world, repressing any sort of fault I saw in them. But you grow out of it. Unfortunately, the writers never let Aang grow out of it and they disregarded Katara’s feelings in the whole matter and reduced her into a trophy for the hero. 

#91- Grace!kink (Sabriel)

Requested by @estilonatural​ for my kink list (master list here).

Warning: grace!kink, smut

Word Count: 1200

A/N: I really love writing Sabriel. I hope you enjoy it, too! XOXO

Sam’s reading an article online, totally lost in the ancient religious rituals of the Mayan culture, when he feels it.

It’s just a slight tingling at first, right at the base of his spine. Before he can process it and really feel it, it’s gone, and he’s not even sure it happened.

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My High Touch Experience in "Beautiful in Berlin"

•All members are more handsome in rl than on pictures
•I said “good work” to everyone in korean and no I’m no koreaboo. I am majoring in Korean Studies so why not talk to them in Korean when I can.
•I am 169cm tall.
•All the members are taller than I am.

Hyungwon: He is very very tall and he wore contact lenses. Also he was very comfortable and had that chill vibe on him. I would say he looks the least different from what you see on pictures and videos.

Changkyun: Okay I could slep myself for that because I didnt look at his face! I just gave him a high five and as I said “good job” he said “thank you” at the same time. I just completely forgot to look at his face! someone please dig my grave and put me in it.

Minhyuk: Now I only remember the silhouette of Minhyuk because guess what? Yo girl is stupid as fuck and panicked seeing Jooheon coming up soon but I do remember that Minhyuk is really tall. Like. Really really tall and also his hands are beautiful.

Kihyun: I remember his face very clearly. He had that fatherly smile on it but I don’t have much to say about Kihyun since I passed by fucking fast. I do have to say tho that he actually seems to put on a little weight again. Like. He is still skinny but not as skinny as I saw him on pictures few months ago. Also very handsome. I wouldn’t say comeplete different from what you see on pictures but fucking pretty.

Now to this angel sent from the heavens to ruin my life. Oc. Jooheon: He is. fucking. beautiful. Like. Pictures do him no justice what so ever. He was standing with his chest slightly turned and faced towards us when we walked in and he leant in with his body and probably came the closest to me. He smiled his eye smile but you could tell that it wasn’t because I was funny or anything. It was just a thankful smile out of niceness. But lemme tell you something. He is really really really pretty. Like. Also i wanted to say something else to him instead of “good work” but I just couldn’t because my mind was blewn away.

Shownu: Exactly what I told you about pictures serving Jooheon no justice times 10000000. He is. Okay. Let me start like that. He is fucking tall. And he has a body of a greek god. After Jooheon it was Shownu’s turn and I said the usual ‘good job’ and I looked at his face and I was supposed to advance further to Wonho but I stopped there for a second and looked at Shownu again because I couldn’t believe HOW FREAKING HANDSOME HE IS. I don’t remember how he reacted to my “good job” but I do remember his face when I looked back at it. I have no words. He is fucking handsome and manly af. I am so angry at all those pictured and videos because, honestly, Shownu is probably one of the most handsome people I have ever seen in my life.

Wonho: Now this bunny is the one I remember the most. He was after Shownu and the last one and I went to him and unlikely the other members he was standing with his chest faced towards the black curtain that was right next to us and as I was giving him a high five I said the usual and he smiled brightly and reacted with a little laugh or some kind of “Ah” or “Oh”. I don’t remember clearly but he did make a noise and also the high five I gave him felt probably the most like how you would high five your friend when you achieved something great. like that kind of energetic high five and our fingers didnt link with each other but it was in the position of linking and honestly. He is such a beautiful person. I have never seen a more genuine smile being so honest. Also he is really bulky but unlike what he looks like next to Hyungwon (lol) he ain’t that small. I wouldn’t say he is very tall but he still was taller than me.

Over all what I learned from that experience: High fives pass by pretty fucking quick, make sure to look everyone in the face and enjoy the moment as it is and don’t try to do more work than necessary because there will be no time at all and you will just start panicking. Also: Don’t trust pictures. They NEVER portray those 7 human beings in their full glory and handsomeness.

Dean is relaxed, lulled in a state of half-sleep. He can feel Castiel’s fingertips brushing over his skin, gently feeling their way across his shoulders and down his back.

Tracing his freckles, Dean realizes drowsily.

“Angel kisses,” he murmurs. The fingers still.


“Angel kisses.” He wiggles a little, trying to prompt Castiel to start tickling his skin again. Castiel obliges, fingers coasting over his arms. “S'what my mom used to call ‘em.”

“Your freckles?”


He can’t see it, but he can hear the smile in Castiel’s voice when he speaks.

“I like that idea. It’s…compelling.”

If Dean’s eyes weren’t closed, he would have rolled them. “You’re such a sap,” he mumbles, turning his face into the pillow.

He hears Castiel chuckle. As he drifts off, the touch of fingers are replaced by the brush of lips.

Can’t Wait

Request: How about a smutty Cas request where he’s fucking the reader on the hood of the impala inside the garage but Sam and Dean catch them as they are leaving for a hunt? I love your writing and I feel like you would write this request really well.
-Requested by Anon.

A/N: Well these requests sure are helping my writer’s block! <3

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: smut, language

Word Count: 1.4k

Originally posted by chaos-and-the-calm67

Dean pulled into the garage and you let out a sigh when he turned the ignition off.

You two wanna get that stuff outta the back?” He asked, turning to you and Cas. Sam and Dean needed to pack up for a hunt.

“Yep. Be in, in a minute.” you nodded, slumping back into the back seat. It was a habit of yours. You did it before you got out of the Impala nearly every time. You didn’t know what it was, but you just felt the need to sit there for a minute before getting out.

A moment later, Sam and Dean had already made their way back into the bunker, and you looked over at Cas, you were surprised that he hadn’t followed the boys.

“Can I help you?” you asked in a playful tone.

“I think you know the answer to that question.” he responded. Cas had one arm propped up on the back of the seat as he turned to face you. The look on his face telling you exactly what he needed - exactly what you both needed, as he placed a hand on your thigh.

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anonymous asked:

Do you know if Tom wears glasses because he is short or long sighted?

Hi, little gray face!

He wears glasses because he is short sighted.

For example, to see the audience he is about to seduce.

Originally posted by letlovebyourenergy

Originally posted by damnyouhiddles

Originally posted by letlovebyourenergy

He also uses them as a Fidget and he’s always adjusting them to sit correctly on his stupid pointy angel face. 

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Originally posted by dunicha

And as for the time when he took them off to supposedly clean them at Nerd HQ when the girl told him “You’re on my pants!”…it’s probably best that we not talk about that.  

Originally posted by damnyouhiddles

anonymous asked:

Do you think the show will follow the path of one sided love from Cas to Dean? After Dean carried the Mark there had been no narration from Dean's POV on his relationship with Cas and this makes me worried.

Hey, Nonnie! I think that somehow the show’s subtext during the Carver era has already given us one-sided love from both Dean and Cas at different points.  

In season 8, it seemed that Dean was the one having feelings while Cas couldn’t care less. We saw Dean mourning Cas when he thought he was still in Purgatory; Dean praying to Cas even when he knew there was something wrong with him after Cas was back; Dean making the difference between the “We need you” (as in Sam and Dean) and the “I need you” (to emphasize Dean was the one who needed Cas the most; Dean not warding places against angels because he was hoping Castiel would return to him (as Naomi told him); Dean looking like this when Naomi told him that and that she wished Castiel “felt the same way”.

We also got Dean giving Cas the cold shoulder to show him he was mad because he left and didn’t trust him;

Dean looking like this when he finally reproached Cas for not trusting HIM;

Dean listening to his brother say that he should give Cas a free pass just because it was Cas;

And of course, Dean going with Cas to help him close the gates of Heaven while he left Sam alone to deal with Crowley.

In fact, in season 9 we still saw all of Dean’s feelings before he got the Mark of Cain. We saw Dean praying to Cas; Dean begging Cas to –for once- look after himself; Dean worried about human!Cas and rushing to save him; Dean looking at Cas from afar, sorry he had sent him away; Dean trying to motivate Cas to help, saying it didn’t matter that Cas had no powers anymore; Dean sort of flirting with Cas while saying that not every hookup’s perfect;

Dean apologizing to Cas for kicking him out of the Bunker and not telling him about what was happening to Sam. All of this is canon. But while all this happened, Cas was either in Purgatory, or being brainwashed, or running away with the angel tablet, or with a mission ahead, or human, confused and unable to listen to Dean’s prayers, or worried about Sam. 

In 10x23, we learned Cas can tell who a person loves. Thanks to that information, two things finally made sense to me. The first line of the song in Spanish playing in the Laundromat scene in 9x01 goes like this: “Dime si tú me quieres, si tú me adoras como yo pienso”. In English that is, “Tell me if you love me, if you adore me like I think”. The whole song is about someone the person singing loves. This someone is keeping secrets from them, but the person singing loves them that much they are willing to give up everything for them. The first line implies the person singing THINKS the “someone” loves them back.

I think that Castiel thought Dean loved him. He probably felt it when he touched Dean, when he heard his prayers, when he felt his longing. But then, Cas was human and Dean kicked him out and human!Cas said this in 9x06:

“Nobody told you. Nobody explained. You’re just … shoved out kicking and screaming into this human life, without any idea why any of it feels the way it feels, or why this confusion, which feels like it’s … a hair’s breadth from terror or pain. You know, just when you think you do understand, it’ll turn out you’re wrong. You didn’t understand anything at all.”

Cas was supposed to be a “jilted lover” in this episode, right? In fact, all the victims in 9x06 were in great pain, but the pain wasn’t physical. It was emotional because a romantic relationship they had was over. Cas was to be a victim too because he was suffering. Ephraim was following Cas before Cas knew Nora just wanted him as a babysitter. So…. Cas was having emotional romantic pain that had nothing to do with Nora, but everything to do with the confusion he had. When he thought he did understand, it turned out he was wrong. He didn’t understand anything at all. Dean didn’t love him! In fact, by the end of the episode, Dean left him again.

I think Cas’ words indicate two things: 1) he was starting to realize HIS feelings for Dean were romantic (without any idea why any of it feels the way it feels), and 2) he realized Dean didn’t love him back (you didn’t understand anything at all).

A lot of season 9 and 10 showed Cas’ feelings for Dean but not Dean’s (at least not after Dean got the Mark of Cain). But we cannot ignore that season 8 and half of season 9 showed us Dean’s feelings, too. The thing is that Dean doesn’t know a lot of things about Cas. He doesn’t know that Cas was brainwashed into killing HIM; that Cas went shopping for all the things Dean likes, including pie; that Cas was suffering for HIM, and that’s why Ephraim wanted to kill him; that Metatron told Cas everything he did was for Dean; that Castiel was wasting away in bed, missing him while Dean was a demon; that Castiel defended Dean to Claire.

The same goes for Cas. He didn’t know or didn’t understand everything Dean went through in seasons 8 and the first half of season 9 (or he thought he got it wrong!). He didn’t see Naomi tantalizing Dean for expecting Cas to feel the same way. He didn’t hear Dean’s prayer when he told him he didn’t care about the angels falling, that they would figure it out, and that Dean needed him. He didn’t see Dean telling Metatron that taking Cas’ grace was number 1 on the list of things he blamed him for. He didn’t see Dean saying Cas’ name before Sam’s when he was talking to his subconscious (Benny). He also didn’t see Dean defending Castiel to Claire. In fact, we, the audience, hardly ever see inside Dean’s head because he’s always pretending. We have very little scenes where he’s honest and lets us see what he truly thinks or feels.

By the end of season 10, both Dean and Cas know that they love each other. BUT they both have gotten it wrong! They both think that they care about each other, but that beyond that they can offer each other nothing but friendship. That’s why we got Dean’s confession of wanting to experience people and feelings differently for the first time in the same episode where we got Isabella and Piero’s story of unrequited love. Btw, Dean confessed that while bearing the Mark of Cain, so nope… his feelings haven’t changed. It’s just that when you have a crush on someone and you think that someone doesn’t love you back, there’s a moment when you kind of resign yourself to be near that person just as friends. You get to understand that nothing beyond that is gonna happen. Something like that happened to me with my ex-husband (nowadays, still best friend). We were friends for 6 years before we started dating. I had a crush on him for 5 years (and I even dated other people just to try to get over him. Spoiler alert: It didn’t work!) I knew that he cared about me, that he loved me, but I thought he saw me only as a friend or a little sister. It took him 6 years to finally tell me that he had feelings for me. I almost got married twice (with somebody else) in those 6 years. He never told me before because he was afraid of losing my friendship and because he thought I didn’t love him that way. He thought my dating other people was proof that I didn’t have romantic feelings for him. We were just a couple of emotionally constipated idiots! Sounds familiar?

I totally believe the subtext in the Carver era has put both Dean and Cas at the far ends of a story of unrequited love. Or at least that’s what these two idjits think! Their love is not one-sided AT ALL. The audience has seen proof of how much they love each other, but Dean and Cas haven’t. What they’ve seen proves they care about each other, but that doesn’t mean they romantically love each other. How are they going to realize that their love is NOT unrequited? I have no idea! One of them has to finally say it at one point. So, let’s hope season 11 gives us a will-they/won’t-they dynamic worthy of our patience.