he's so gorgeous and beautiful and everything perfect and love

a malec au where alec is a libraian’s assistant at the local library with cute glasses and who can always be found with his nose in a book in the corner (most likely shakespeare or robert frost) and magnus goes in one day to check out a book and the librarian is sick so alec is manning the library and magnus immediately sees him and is struck by a love arrow of cupid cause wow that nerdy tall boy with the flushed cheeks and messy hair and oversized sweater is adorable and alec is so enchanted by the gorgeous beautiful muscular man with glitter on his cheekbones and in his hair and the exquisite and lavish clothing and the kind look in his pretty eyes and everything about him is perfect and magnus goes to the front desk where alec is and alec realizes that he’s been staring for a while and he coughs and looks down, blushing like crazy as magnus smirks at him. “what do you want to check out?” alec stammers and magnus grins at him, mischief in his eyes. “the librarian.” he replies flirtatiously and alec chokes on his tongue (the fact that he’s technically not even the librarian doesn’t matter to him now).

Here it is: my TF Con 2017 commission from Alex Milne! I saw this earlier and almost started crying. Tarn is the most beautiful, handsome, and perfect creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. He is absolutely everything to me, I love and adore him beyond words. I’m so absolutely thrilled with this, I can’t wait to frame it and hang it in my bedroom where I can see this gorgeous face every morning and night ❤️❤️❤️

anonymous asked:

what makes you ship yoonseok more than, say, jihope/vhope? why is it your fave hoseok ship? is it the whole dynamics thing?

Ah…I blame it all on Yoongi, actually. I enjoy Hoseok with pretty much everyone but Yoongi…if it isn’t with Hoseok (or Jin) then I don’t really see it romo that much. And it all comes with the way Yoongi changes when he’s with Hoseok. I don’t deny Yoongz has a pretty cute rel with all Bangtan but Hobi is different and really no one can deny it. He is the only one that can bring that playful part the Yoongi is always hiding,

Originally posted by yupxiao

Yoongi smiles the brightest when he’s with Hobi. 

Originally posted by rinwoon

The whole SOPE (they ship themselves) and Hwagae market,

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That hand holding moment jesus TT

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And like a bunch of small details that together show what a freaking beautiful rel they have. To list some: Yoongi’s big impression on Hobi when they met (he was only wearing boxers lol), “I gain strength from looking at you”, Yoongi tearing up when Hobi had to bungee jump, they recognize each other by the sound of their sighs, Yoongi staring at Hobi, Yoongi falling effortlessly on Hobi’s lap, the bathrobe selcas, Yoongi giving Hobi his food, they both love hand holding, Yoongi spending new years at the dorm so Hobi wouldn’t be alone, “SeokSeok”, Yoongi can’t say no to Hobi, wearing matching tracksuits and jackets, “The prince of the forest”, singing together, Hobi moaning for Yoongi, they are fire on stage, Jhooooooppeeee, SOULPARTNERS!!!!, that whole bday timeline (I died)

I honestly think Hoseok is good for Yoongi. I believe he takes him out of the dark moments and at the same time, Yoongi grounds Hobi when things get too much. They are just perfect together, I mean look at them!!!

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Also, their FFs are beautiful and this is one of my most fave FF ever. So gorgeous <3

So in summary, Yoongi when he’s with Hobi is my fave Yoongi. Everything is soft and loving. They are beautiful and they warm my heart. 

Thanks for asking anon!! Excuse my emo self.

Stargazing and Stupidity - Wolverine x Reader (kinda NSFW)

#9 :”I found this photo of you in an old jacket, and it reminds me of what I lost, and I came back here to find it”

It has been SO LONG since I wrote for Logan. So, here, a fic for good ol’ Logan, about him realizing he was a total ass. ALSO, it’s a very long story, so sorry about that and if you’re not into reading such fucking long things…I can’t seem to write anything short -__-. Hope you’ll like it :

Warning because kinda NSFW, also language

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-I’ll be twenty dollars please sir. 

Logan nods at the cashier and dives his hand in his pocket to look for a dollar bill. He finds it, but he also finds something else that he takes out with the money without really thinking about it. Automatically. 

He doesn’t pay any attention to it at first, and just hands the bill to the cashier, before taking the packs of beer he just bought, and exits the small convenience store with heavy steps. 

It’s only when he’s outside and in front of his bike, putting the beers in his duffle bag, that he looks at what he caught with the dollar bill. 

His heart drops. 

And memories come flooding. Overwhelming him a bit. 

But of course, he hasn’t worn this jacket since he left. He completely forgot about what was in its pockets besides the money he shoved in when he grabbed it to go buy some alcohol…

He stares at the object for way too long. 

He knows he shouldn’t do this to himself. Nostalgia washes over him. Sadness and guilt makes his heart beat faster. And for the million times since he ran away from the the Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters, he wonders : why ? 

Why did he leave ? Without a word at that ? Why couldn’t he face his feelings ? Why, despite knowing that it always hurt him and those around him, did he keep pushing the one he loves away, and leave them behind ? …

He doesn’t have an answer. 

He doesn’t even understand himself. 

Does he do it to save them from the death, pain and misery that comes with being acquainted with him ? Or does he do it so that he doesn’t get hurt ? 

He can’t answer his own questions…And the more he stares at what he found in his pocket, the less he knows and understands. 

It’s a picture of you. A picture he took because he wanted to remember how you were that day. Or rather, that night. One of the best night he ever had. 

On the picture he grips tightly between his fingers, almost crumpling it, you’re sitting on a rock, smiling at him. You’re sitting on a rock and behind you, a huge cliff. You’re somewhere in the Canadian rockies, high up. Surrounded by bright stars, the full moon shining high up in the sky. Wrapped in his comfy leather jacket. 

It’s an amazing picture. A perfect one. 

Because you’re on it and look so damn happy. Because you’re smile is the best thing he ever seen. Because the sky behind you is magical, the stars and Moon more beautiful than ever, but not as gorgeous as you. 

And because he loves you. 

…Because he loves you. Because he fucking loves you. 

With a growl, he makes a move to throw the picture away but…He cannot do it. 

Shoving it back in his pockets with another throaty growl, he shakes his head. 

No matter how hard he tries, he cannot forget, he cannot put behind him how perfect that night was. How perfect you were…He remembers everything with great details. 

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Messenger Pigeon

Originally posted by harryeclipse

i’m not exactly sure where i got the idea for this from but i loved writing it so much it’s so fluffy and cute, i hope you enjoy it x


Harry and I’s son, Mason, meant the entire world to us. There was absolutely nothing we wouldn’t do for him. As much as we spoiled him, you would think that he’d act like a brat, but people always told us he was the sweetest, smartest kid they had ever met. With Harry and I being extreme busy a few days a week for our jobs, most of the time Harry was in the study and I was in the living room or our bedroom. And instead of texting each other when we had something to say, we just used Mason as a messenger pigeon. Most kids would be annoyed by running back and forth between rooms instead of playing, but Mason loved it. He even wanted to do it when we didn’t need him to, and it’s the cutest thing.

“Mason, honey?” I called from the room, typing away on my laptop, hearing the pitter patter of little feet almost immediately.

“Yeah?” He said as he stood in the door frame.

“Can you tell Daddy to send Momma the files he was talking about earlier?” I requested. The four-year-old nodded happily, then walked away.

After a short while, he came back. “He said he doesn’t know what you mean.”

I sighed, then said, “Tell him it’s the one with the numbers from last month.”

He walked away again, then came back soon after. “He said he sent them, and the he asked you when the meeting is tomorrow.”

I thought for a moment. “Oh, it’s at 11:30. Thanks bubba.”

“You’re welcome, Momma.” He grinned, then walked back to Harry.

While most of the time the things we exchange between our son was normal things, mainly pertaining to work, there were also times where Mason told us things the other had said that he probably shouldn’t have heard.

One day, I was in the room just watching tv, when Mason came in and climbed up the bed to sit next to me.

“What’s going on, cutie?” I asked him, tickling him.

“Nothing,” He said between giggles, sighing when I stopped.

“You just wanted to hang out with me?” I assumed, and he nodded.

I put my arm around him as he leaned his head on my shoulder.

“I almost forgot!” He gasped, sitting up just enough to look at me. “You know when Uncle Niall and Uncle Nick were here yesterday?”

I laughed at him. “Yeah?”

“Well, I only heard one part of what Daddy said because he was being very quiet, but he said something and I don’t really get it.”

I gave him a questioning look. “What did he say?”

“Um,” He drawled out, putting a finger on his chin, something he’d seen on tv and started doing. “He said, ‘how do I tell her?’… and 'what if she cries?’”

I didn’t know what to think of what I was being told. I assumed that Harry was asking Niall and Nick for advice on something, maybe he had to do with me? I mean, what did he have to say that I would cry over?

“Are you okay, Momma?” Mason wondered, a look of worry on his face.

“I’m fine, bubba, thank you.” I assured him, hugging him as my mind raced a mile a minute.



Niall had offered to babysit Mason the next day, claiming that Harry and I “don’t get enough alone time”. So when he came over, and Harry was preoccupied with playing around with Mason, I pulled Niall aside.

“So, uh, Mason told me something yesterday, and I don’t really know what to make of it.” I started.

Niall looked at me confusingly. “What’d he say?”

I hesitated, then said, “He told me that when Harry was talking to you and Nick the other day, he said things like 'how do I tell her?’ and 'what if she cries?’”

Niall’s look of confusion turned into a nervous one. “I’m sorry, (y/n), I can’t tell you anything about that. You’ll have to wait for Harry to bring it up.”

Before I could say anything, Harry came over to join us, Mason on his hip.

“What are you two talking about?” Harry asked, a big smile on his face.

“I was just telling Niall that he better take care of my baby, because he means way too much to me.” I fibbed, poking Mason’s dimple that resembled the ones his father had.

Niall chuckled, taking Mason into his arms. “Don’t worry you two, me and this little lad will be just fine.”

“Are we gonna watch the golf channel?” Mason asked excitedly.

Niall scoffed playfully. “Uh, of course we are. What else would we do?”

“Yay!” Mason exclaimed, causing us all to laugh.

We walked them to the door, giving Niall a bag of Mason’s stuff and saying our goodbyes.

I tried to hold it in and not bring it up, but by the time we had eaten dinner and watched a movie, I could barely contain myself.

“Harry, can I ask you something?” I spoke up after a while of silence.

“Of course, love,” He said as he muted the tv, giving me his undivided attention.

I sighed. “Yesterday, Mason told me he had eavesdropped on your conversation with Niall and Nick, and you said somethings that kind of concern me.”

“Like what?” He asked, seeming just as nervous as I was.

“Like, you asking how you were going to tell me something. And you asking if I’d cry because of it.” I told him.

He didn’t say anything at first, so I spoke again.

“Listen, if you did something, just tell me. We’ve been together way too long for you to keep secrets from me. I’m kind of upset that you’re not only keeping things from me, but also that our son overheard what you said.”

I looked up from the floor to see him slowly starting to smirk at me.

“What?” I questioned him.

He exhaled, leaning toward the coffee table and pulling out the drawer, taking a ring box out of it. I was in complete shock as he held it in his hands, smiling as he looked between it and me.

“I was actually asking them advice on how to propose to you, because I was thinking of doing some… grand gesture or something. But they agreed we didn’t need all of that, and that I should just do it when the moment felt right.” I looked at him sheepishly as he shook his head, laughing lightly. “Was I expecting to do this a little differently? Yes. But I realize that this, right now, is the perfect moment. That, and I didn’t want you to continue thinking I had done something wrong.”

“I’m sorry I accused you like that,” I said quietly. “I know you’d never do anything to hurt me, it just sounded bad out of context.”

He waved me off, then took my hand as he looked into my eyes. “(Y/n), I love you with every fiber of my being. You mean the universe to me, you gave me the most beautiful child, and I want nothing more than to have the honor of calling you my wife. Will you marry me?”

“I’d love to,” I said, tears welling up in my eyes as he opened the box and put the ring on my finger. It was absolutely stunning, and I hugged him tightly as I cried.

“Please don’t cry,” He chuckled. “I’m going to cry if you don’t stop.”

“I’m sorry,” I said as I pulled away slightly, kissing him then looking at my ring again.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He said proudly.

“Yeah, it is,” I agreed.

“I got it because it reminded me of you; gorgeous and perfect.”

It took everything I had not to start crying again, and it seemed like he knew as he brought me into his arms.

“I love you so much, Harry.” I beamed.

He smiled back. “I love you so much more, (y/n.)”


if you have any imagine ideas feel free to request them, requests are always open x

Forever

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell



Summary: You are about to marry the love of your life, but something is holding you back.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1073

Warnings: A bit of swearing but otherwise none, just all kinds of fluff!

A/N: I’m in the midst of just starting up writing on Tumblr and I’m doing my best to try and get stuff out there.  I’ve got all kinds of ideas that I would love to do, but I also don’t really know what I’m doing! Well I hope whoever is reading this enjoys it and feedback is always appreciated! Thank you!


To say you were nervous was an understatement. You sat in one of the bedrooms at Tony’s summer home in your satin robe, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your makeup and hair were done, your nails painted a beautiful baby blue. The only thing left was to put on your dress. Today you were marrying your best friend, the love of your life, James Buchanan Barnes. You knew, more than anything else in your life, you knew that he was the one. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t nervous about this. Bucky had his flaws, you did too. You had ups and downs in your relationship but everybody did.  What scared you was you thought you didn’t deserve someone so kind and loving. He had been through so much, yet he gave you everything he had. He was truly amazing.

Nat was your maid of honor. Without her you would have been a total mess. Thank God she was here for you. She puts her hands on your shoulders. “time to put that dress on sweetie.” She smiles at you.

You nod and walk over to your dress hanging on the back of your door. It was a beautiful dress, you never imagined you’d be in something so gorgeous. It was a blessing that you found your perfect dress. It was simple but also elegant with a lace halter top and an open back. It was flowing and long and it was amazing to see yourself standing in it, about to be married.

“You look amazing Y/N.” Nat smiles at you, her eyes shining with happiness. “He’s going to love it.”

“You think he wants to do this?” You ask, your emotions taking over.

Nat stares at you, seeming confused by your question. “I know you’re nervous honey, but this is Bucky were talking about, he loves you more than anything, you know that, now why would you think he wouldn’t want to do this?”

You shake your head. “I don’t know, I’m not good enough for him.”

Nat sighs heavily at you. “Y/N, I know that you think that your past makes you a bad person and you think that for some reason you don’t deserve to be happy, but you do. You’re amazing. Both of you have bad pasts, but you are perfect for each other. He loves you and you love him and that’s all that matters.”

A tear slips down your cheek and you thank God for waterproof mascara. “I have to go see him.” You grab the bottom of your dress and rush out of the room to the other side of the house where Bucky is getting ready. You knock on the door and Steve answers.

“Y/N?” Steve looks down at you, seeing the tears in your eyes and his face becomes full of concern. “Are you alright?”

“I need to see him.” You say, your heart pounding with anticipation.  

Steve looked really good in his tux, you could imagine that Bucky looked handsome as ever. Steve opens the door the rest of the way, nodding and knowing that you were truly stressed and if Steve knew you he knew that Bucky was the only one that could help. Even on your wedding day, minutes before the ceremony would begin. “I’ll leave you two alone.” He shuts the door behind him as he leaves.

When you see him you want to cry even harder. The light gray fabric of his suit brings out every feature you love about him. His hair is pushed back, you love it that way. Everything about him is perfect. Just being in his presence made you feel like a weight had been lifted off you.

When he sees you his eyes become glued to you for a split second, taking you in as fast as he can. Then he quickly shuts his eyes because he knows it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. “Doll? What are you doing here?”

You thrust yourself into his arms and hug his as tight as you can. “I needed to see you.” You move your hands slowly down his back, the fabric of his tux feels amazing on your fingers. “You can open your eyes Buck, it’s okay.”

“It’s bad luck.” He whispers into your hair as he takes in your scent, holding you tightly against him.

“You know I don’t believe that shit.” You pull back from the hug, bringing your hands to his cheeks. “Come on, I want to see your eyes.” You beg him.

He smiles and slowly opens his eyes, revealing his beautiful blue irises. He looks down at you and the breath leaves his body. “Sweetheart you’re gorgeous.” He takes in every inch of you, taken aback by the fact that you could have gotten more beautiful from the time he saw you last night.

“I just needed to make sure you still wanted to do this.” You admit to him, feeling silly now thinking he didn’t want this. The look on his face said it all.

“Oh baby girl of course I do, what would make you think I didn’t?” Bucky asks you, sincerely concerned. He brushes a loose piece of hair out of your face.

You breath out, all the pent up anxiety falling out of you. “I just, I was afraid you would change your mind. I don’t deserve you.” another few tears fall down your cheeks.

“Sweetheart I would never ever change my mind about you. You’re my everything doll, and I’m more than ready to spend the rest of my life by your side, no matter what.” Bucky promises you as he wipes away those tears. His hands stay on your cheeks, pulling you to look into his eyes. “I love you baby girl.”

“I love you too Soldier.” You lean in and press your lips to his, feeling the fire between the two of you more than ever. You swore in that moment you could taste the next 50 years of your life. It is perfect, just being with him is more than you could ever hope for. Your hands move into his hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. The only thing that stops you is the sound of the door opening.

“It’s time.” Steve’s voice comes from the doorway.

“Let’s go get married.” Bucky smiles at you and takes your hand tightly in his.

exo reaction to: their s/o being self-conscious about their stomach

request: I love your reactions! I was wondering if you could do an Exo reaction to their GF usually being proud of their curves but is self conscious about their stomach? Thanks and much love! 😊❤
author’s response: thank you for requesting and thank you so much for checking out my blog! much love to you too and i hope you have a good day!


Originally posted by daenso

suho: “jagi, come here. you’re beautiful just the way you are.” never feels hesitant or annoyed to assure you of your worth. he understands that your insecurities won’t vanish in a second, so he continuously presses about how wonderful you are to the point where it becomes engraved in your brain.

Originally posted by chenrrerorocher

xiumin: “now, baby, don’t be like that. you know you’re absolutely gorgeous.” will never get frustrated at you being insecure, even if he doesn’t like it. he’ll listen to your worries and talk them out with you and if that doesn’t help, he’ll lose his abs to make you more comfortable. he’ll want to show that looks really don’t matter, it’s what’s on the inside.

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

baekhyun: “hey, don’t say that.” although, he may not show it, your words really hurt him. he doesn’t want you to feel bad about your appearance and start overworking or even starving yourself to lose weight. he wants you to realize that you’re perfect just the way you are and that you don’t ever have to change a thing unless you want to, but not for the world. he knows that it’ll take a lot to convince you to love yourself, but he’s willing to go down that road to make sure that his wonderful baby realizes (her/his) worth.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

jongin: “oh, stop it! you’re perfect!” jongin takes you seriously, but his bright smile as he tries to diminish your worries sometimes makes your insecurities vanish just for a moment. he lets you know that you’re absolutely gorgeous and that if anyone else doesn’t think so, that they’re the ones who’re stupid and that you don’t have to change a thing.

Originally posted by kaisanity

jongdae: “aww, now don’t feel that way.” tells you that you don’t have to worry about your looks, that to him you’re a beautiful young (man/lady) and that your looks don’t matter. during sex, he’ll pay a lot of attention to your stomach and rest his head there during pillow talk, stroking the region around your navel.

Originally posted by sehunicorne

sehun: “why are you being like that? you’re beautiful! have you not seen your body?” his confusion might seem a little harsh and insensitive, but he honestly doesn’t understand how someone so stunning can be so blind to their own beauty ??? he’ll often pepper kisses along your stomach a lot, unless it makes you uncomfortable.

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

kyungsoo: found you being insecure to be so sad. he thinks you’re absolutely stunning, but the fact that you can’t see the same thing makes him so frustrated. he’ll often randomly press about how beautiful you are or scribe notes when you wake up in the morning about how perfect you are to him. and if that doesn’t work, his frustration will only mount.

Originally posted by chanyeolaconda

chanyeol: doesn’t understand how such a beautiful entity can feel so insecure, so once his confusion clears, he does everything in his power to make you feel just as gorgeous as you are to him. whether that’s writing a song about how perfect you are or letting you know how beautiful you are every single day, he’ll do whatever it takes.

Originally posted by jhoonie

yixing: likes to cover your stomach with petals of sweet kisses no matter the occasion. when you often moan about how much you hate your stomach, he’ll gently wind his arms around your waist and tell you how much he loves you and how you shouldn’t ashamed of how you look and that it’s a wonderful piece of who you are – the love of his life.


author’s note: “there is nothing wrong with your body, but there is a lot wrong with the messages that try to convince you otherwise.” - rae smith. you are beautiful and perfect just the way you are. what you have is what makes you who you are and one day someone will see that and say “damn. they’re pretty awesome.” don’t change what you have for the world, change it for you. for your happiness.

i hope someone reading this feels better about themselves and has placed one foot on the path to discovering how beautiful they are.

y'all what the FRIKC have u ever LOOKED at rocky like ok have u ever just looked at him as a regular person & not an idol man u r in love with like take a step back he is genuinely one of the most beautiful mans i ever laid (layed ????? english who??) eyes on bruh his smile literally sparkles like u know in animations when That Kid smiles and it twinKLES ??!! that’s ACTUALLY park minhyuk ….y'all know i’m a Teeth Hoe like freakaing he has THE most beautiful white and straight teeth any dental hygienist ever saw , orthodontists around the globe are SHAKING ..and then he has these glorious soft & FULL lips ???? the perfect shape ??? he has those lips that u wld wanna see lipstick on bc the shape is so flawless ? his nose?? saved america. then he has the prettiest eyes???!!?)! the shape is so aesthetically pleasing and every time he looks into the camera i feel like he’s looking at ME !! like he knows all my secrets & could expose or blackmail me at any point!!!!!!!!!! nd when he wears EYESHADOW??????? he has a Highly Boopable nose may i add ! we can ALL agree his eyebrows can actually take my life ……………..one (1) follicle of his eyebrow cld crucify me..and more importantly i would not mind ! would! not! mind! um & then his cheekbones are Heaven-sent. chiseled by Michelangelo personally ! then the kid’s proportions r unworldly ??? his face is literally just perfect like there’s no other way to say it. freakaing thEN he has the MOST gorgeous skin he is gOlden he GLOWS !!!!!!!!!!!!! what th frick???????? when God made rocky he truly was like i’m just gnna give him EVERYTHING !! he is so talented so incredible so fUnny so kind so beautiful so evERYthing ???? I 🔊 LOVE 🔊 A 🔊 WHOLE 🔊 KID 🔊

Scars Part 2- Brendon Urie

Request- Can you do a part two for the Brendon Urie fic scars? Thanks x.x

Brendon always made you feel special no matter what. At the dinner he showed you off as his ‘beautiful wife’. People told you how great you looked but you couldn’t help but want to hid.

“What do you say we get out of here and head home.” Brendon leaned over and whispered to you.

You nodded your head yes and you both said your goodbyes.

The car ride was nice. You held each other’s hand as he softly sand along to the songs that played on the radio. You smiled to yourself realizing how much Brendon meant to you.

“I love your smile.” he said catching you staring at him.

That made you blush a little and you looked back at the road.

“How about we finish the night of with a bath and a movie in bed?” Brendon suggested as you both walked in the house.

“Sounds great, I’ll go start the bath.” you walked off to the bathroom and filled the bath. You were lighting a few candles when Brendon walked in and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Hey there beautiful.” he said into your back.

You smiled and then you felt Brendon’s hands move to the top of the dress where the zipper was. He glide the zipper down and you let the dress fall to the floor. You both got undressed and into the tub. You laid back against Brendon’ bare chest enjoying the warm water that surrounded you.

You had your fingers intertwined with his as he rubbed small circles on you hands with his thumb. You felt him place a small kiss to the top of your head and you tilted your head back to kiss him. The kiss grew more heated and you felt Brendon get hard against your back.

You both got out of the tub after a few more minutes of a heated kiss. You felt the cold hit your skin and it made you shiver. You wanted to cover up for not just the reason of being cold, but for the fact that you started to feel self conscious of your body. Brendon noticed this and stopped doing what he was doing and he came over to you.

“You’re beautiful, stop trying to hid it.” he said moving your arms away from where you wrapped yourself in them.

Reattached your lips with his and pulled you closer. He picked you up bridal style and carried you into the bedroom where he placed you carefully on the bed. He laid you back and kept kissing you. He moved down from your lips to your neck where he left soft kisses.

“I love you, I love your smile, your laugh, your eyes,you body.” he said kissing down your stomach. He then moved to your most scared place, your wrist.

“I love your scars, your imperfections, I love you, all of you, everything you hate and love about yourself.” he said placing kisses on the scares.

It started to bring a few tears to your eyes as he told you the things he loved about you. He moved back up to your lips and placed a kiss to your lips.

“Of all things I love it’s how much you love me. You’re my one and only and I’m going to love you till the end.” he said and you felt his hard on rub against your core.

“Tonight’s not about me Y/N, it’s about you and I’m going to show how much you mean to me baby.” he said and slipped inside you.

He placed kisses to your jaw them to your lips. You moaned into the kiss as his pace grew slightly faster.

He kept it slow but it didn’t matter you were close to your end already.

“B -”you started to say but he stopped you from speaking.

“I know, you can let go when you’re ready, beautiful.” he said and your orgasm washed over you.

He pulled out after a few seconds and went to the dresser. He came back with boxers for himself and a tee shirt of his and a pair of panties for you.

“But you didn’t finish?” you said in a questionable tone.

“It’s not about me, it’s about you.” he said putting on the clothes.

You smiled at him as your heart raced with love. You put the clothes on that he got you and before you could get back to the bed Brendon carried you there. He got in beside you and turned on the T.V.

“You tired?” he asked.

“A little. You can watch whatever you want, you’ve given me enough tonight.” you said cuddling up against his bare chest and closing your eyes.

He put on a show and put down the remoted, then wrapped his arms around you and got comfortable.

“I love you beautiful. I meant everything I said about you, you’re perfect to me and although you might not see what I see, I’ll be here to make you see that beautiful woman I see everyday.” he said placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Thank you B. i love you too, so much. But can you stop calling me beautiful so much? It makes me blush.” you said yawning.

“I’ll think about it. Good night gorgeous.”

Brendon always made you feel special no matter what. At the dinner he showed you off as his ‘beautiful wife’. People told you how great you looked but you couldn’t help but want to hid.

“What do you say we get out of here and head home.” Brendon leaned over and whispered to you.

You nodded your head yes and you both said your goodbyes.

The car ride was nice. You held each other’s hand as he softly sand along to the songs that played on the radio. You smiled to yourself realizing how much Brendon meant to you.

“I love your smile.” he said catching you staring at him.

That made you blush a little and you looked back at the road.

“How about we finish the night of with a bath and a movie in bed?” Brendon suggested as you both walked in the house.

“Sounds great, I’ll go start the bath.” you walked off to the bathroom and filled the bath. You were lighting a few candles when Brendon walked in and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Hey there beautiful.” he said into your back.

You smiled and then you felt Brendon’s hands move to the top of the dress where the zipper was. He glide the zipper down and you let the dress fall to the floor. You both got undressed and into the tub. You laid back against Brendon’ bare chest enjoying the warm water that surrounded you.

You had your fingers intertwined with his as he rubbed small circles on you hands with his thumb. You felt him place a small kiss to the top of your head and you tilted your head back to kiss him. The kiss grew more heated and you felt Brendon get hard against your back.

You both got out of the tub after a few more minutes of a heated kiss. You felt the cold hit your skin and it made you shiver. You wanted to cover up for not just the reason of being cold, but for the fact that you started to feel self conscious of your body. Brendon noticed this and stopped doing what he was doing and he came over to you.

“You’re beautiful, stop trying to hid it.” he said moving your arms away from where you wrapped yourself in them.

Reattached your lips with his and pulled you closer. He picked you up bridal style and carried you into the bedroom where he placed you carefully on the bed. He laid you back and kept kissing you. He moved down from your lips to your neck where he left soft kisses.

“I love you, I love your smile, your laugh, your eyes,you body.” he said kissing down your stomach. He then moved to your most scared place, your wrist.

“I love your scars, your imperfections, I love you, all of you, everything you hate and love about yourself.” he said placing kisses on the scares.

It started to bring a few tears to your eyes as he told you the things he loved about you. He moved back up to your lips and placed a kiss to your lips.

“Of all things I love it’s how much you love me. You’re my one and only and I’m going to love you till the end.” he said and you felt his hard on rub against your core.

“Tonight’s not about me Y/N, it’s about you and I’m going to show how much you mean to me baby.” he said and slipped inside you.

He placed kisses to your jaw them to your lips. You moaned into the kiss as his pace grew slightly faster.

He kept it slow but it didn’t matter you were close to your end already.

“B -”you started to say but he stopped you from speaking.

“I know, you can let go when you’re ready, beautiful.” he said and your orgasm washed over you.

He pulled out after a few seconds and went to the dresser. He came back with boxers for himself and a tee shirt of his and a pair of panties for you.

“But you didn’t finish?” you said in a questionable tone.

“It’s not about me, it’s about you.” he said putting on the clothes.

You smiled at him as your heart raced with love. You put the clothes on that he got you and before you could get back to the bed Brendon carried you there. He got in beside you and turned on the T.V.

“You tired?” he asked.

“A little. You can watch whatever you want, you’ve given me enough tonight.” you said cuddling up against his bare chest and closing your eyes.

He put on a show and put down the remote, then wrapped his arms around you and got comfortable.

“I love you beautiful. I meant everything I said about you, you’re perfect to me and although you might not see what I see, I’ll be here to make you see that beautiful woman I see everyday.” he said placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Thank you B. I love you too, so much. But can you stop calling me beautiful so much? It makes me blush.” you said yawning.

“I’ll think about it. Good night gorgeous.”

That night you fell asleep with a big smile on your face in the love of your life’s arms. God you were so lucky to have this man as your husband. You were his world and he made sure you knew that everyday.

anonymous asked:

Anything with debi and maybe Momo with there s/o anything really they don't have much DX THEY NEED LOVE

How about some possessiveness?


You sigh, leaning against the cold bricks of an alley wall. You cross your legs and stare at your cuticles before you look up at the three thugs gathered around you. They are leering down at your body. You can feel them undressing you with their eyes, and you look off to the side with a general bored expression. 

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here?” the one with the ponytail, leaning against the brick wall.

“Minding my business,” you sass. 

Popping your gum, you roll your eyes. Your nose scrunches as the scent of cheap beer and cigarettes waft from one of them. 

“Aw, come one, sweetheart. Don’t be like that,” the thug with the hat grins. 

“Yeah, we just want to have a good time.”

The one with the nose ring reaches for you and his arm is consumed in black flames. You press your self tightly against the wall, closing your eyes and turning your face away from the fire. His screaming fills the alleyway as you smile, running up to Dabi. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. You grin at the thugs who are looking at the two of you with faces of horror. Dabi raises his free hand, dark flames licking his fingertips. 

“Keep your filthy hands off my girl.”

An inferno of dark fire erupts from his hands, effectively turning the three thugs into nothing but ash. Dabi looks down at the faint hickies littering your neck. They’re not dark enough. No where near dark enough. You will definitely be receiving some more tonight. He needs to make sure people know that your taken. If there’s one thing he hates, it’s sharing you. 


You love looking at your girl. Everything about her is just so perfect to you. Her thick, shiny black hair. Her thick eyelashes and smooth skin and full lips. And those deep, deep brown eyes of hers. And your certain that every time you look at Yaoyorozu, you fall a little deeper in love.

She glances over at you when she sees you staring at her. She smiles, waving slightly. Damn, she so beautiful. You are supposed to be warming up, but you can’t stop looking at your gorgeous girlfriend and those beautiful legs of hers. Yaoyorozu smiles at you, and you feel your heart flutter. 

You love noticing the little things about your girl. But you are the only that should be looking at your girl. Your eye twitches, noticing Mineta leering at Yaoyorozu’s leotard-clad body. Taking a throwing knife out of you your belt, you launch the blade towards his head. He squeak, feeling one of his balls being snatched. Another one pops back, but he looks at the purple ball pinned to the wall with your knife.

“You remember my Quirk, Bullseye, right?” you smile, drawing another blade from your belt, “Keep it up and next time it won’t be one of your little balls.”

You love admiring the beauty that is your Yaoyorozu, and you don’t like sharing what you consider yours. 

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Omg I love Levi he's so good just so good I love him he is beautiful he's sexy he's gorgeous he's everything I love him I died when I saw him today in the anime he's just so perfect and badass I can't handle I mean my mom doesn't understand that he's the world to me which is why she thought I was a crazy bitch when I was screeching at my computer I love him I will protect him with my heart he needs MORE FUCKING SCREENTIME BUT I READ THE MANGA AND I KNOW THAT WONT HAPPEN SOON FUC A

I feel like this represents the fandom very well

Working On It

RequestOlie! x not-so-confident-about-hers-body!reader. They are a couple but she is so depressed about her body, while Oliver is almost sport freak with his quidditch obsession. But they working it out anyway ❤ @bluegreyme

Word Count: 1454

Trigger Warning: eating disorder/depression

Author’s Note: Okay so this one hit me a little close to home. I have myself struggled with a eating disorder in the past, because I thought I wasn’t “perfect”. Well I have sense been given help, but you should never let it get to the point that I did. Please if you struggle with a disorder like this then please talk to someone. I am always here to tell my story and help in anyway I can!


She knew it was a big morning. She knew that she needed energy for the day. She knew that her friends were staring at her. She knew they cared and loved her. She knew Oliver loved her no matter what. She also knew that he probably wouldn’t even notice.

“Guys you all have to be focused today. We have to beat Slytherin. We are so close to the cup, and like I have been saying all season. THIS IS MY LAST CHANCE!” Oliver pounded his fist on the table as his voice rose to a level that was way too loud for the comfort of breakfast in the Great Hall. 

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully as she pushed around the remaining food on her plate. She had to listen to Oliver’s constant ramblings about quidditch,and quite frankly she was ready for the season to be over with. Today, was the final match against Slytherin, and if Gryffindor won then Oliver would finally have his precious house cup, that he has been working so hard to obtain.

“Wood, calm down mate. You’ve had us practicing non stop.” George groaned as he down the last of the pumpkin juice in his goblet. Breakfast was beginning to come to a close, and Y/n could tell Oliver’s nerves were increasingly getting worse. 

“Look, guys why don’t we all go down to the locker room so we can run strategy one last time.” Oliver stated as he hopped up from his place at the table. He leaned over and kissed Y/n on the top of her head. “I’ll see you in the stands love-” Oliver rubbed her back as he talked, “then after we win we can celebrate together tonight.” His smile was soft, almost scared, as he waved and walked away.

His other teammates whined and moaned as they all retreated out the door behind Oliver leaving Y/n all alone at the table. 

Once the others were out of sight she slid her plate forward as she slowly rose from the table. She scooped up her belongings and made her way out of the Great Hall as well, except not in the direction of the Pitch. Instead she unhurriedly made her way up towards the girl’s bathroom on the third floor. She knew it was the only place to go where no one would hear her.

To her surprise Moaning Myrtle was no where to be seen this time. She constantly was giving Y/n hassle about her business there in her bathroom.

She reached out to grasp the door of the first stall, and shut it as quickly as she got inside. No thoughts were going through her head. Almost as if she was a machine operating on it’s on will. 

Her knees hit the floor softly as she tied her hair back with the tie on her right wrist, and in one motion her fingers reached for the inside of her throat.


She knew what she was doing was wrong. She knew what she was doing was harmful. She also knew that she didn’t feel perfect.

The thoughts swam through her head as she made her way out of the bathroom leaning against the wall for support. Her body felt weak, and felt as though it couldn’t hold her up. She sometimes felt like this afterwards, but never to this extent. She just wanted to feel pretty, and have a perfect body. However, this only made her feel worse. Tears began to fall softly from her cheeks, which only clouded her vision more. 

She caught her self with her shoulder and continued to walk down the corridor towards the stairs to the lower levels. She was determined to get to the quidditch pitch to cheer on her boyfriend, but honestly was she even going the right way anymore? 

Her eyes were starting to turn black at the sides, so much that she couldn’t even tell who the person was in front of her, but that was all too late as her body went limp and slammed into the hard floor.

“Hey Y/n! Someone quick get help!”


Y/n woke up to bandages around her head, and Oliver at her side. His hand gently placed on her upper thigh with his head resting on the bed beside her head. She could tell that it was late from the darkness peeking it’s way in from the intricate windows on the opposing side of the room. 

She began to lean up with her elbows before two strong arms grasped her right arm pulling her back down.

“L…love? No, don’t move-” Oliver’s raspy voice echoed throughout her head, “just lay back down and rest.” He leaned up to look into her y/c/e eyes before touching their foreheads together. “You gave me quite the scare.” Oliver sighed.

“Ollie? Please. I have no idea what happened.” Y/n looked into his dark eyes, which showed just how terrified her was.

“Well, right after the match McGonagall came up to me and told me that I needed to follow her immediately to the Hospital Wing, and I knew something had to be wrong with you because I didn’t see you in the stands at all. I practically left her behind I was running so fast. When I got here Madam Pomfrey was wrapping those bandages around your head, because you suffered some wounds to your head. She told me that Susan Bones had saw you pass out right in front of her in the third floor corridor. Y/n…I’m…..I’m….so so so sorry darling.” Oliver finished his statement with tears in his eyes. His voice was even starting to crack as he stood up and ran his finger through his hair.

“Darling, I have been so selfish as of late. I have allowed quidditch to take up so much of my time that I haven’t been paying much attention to you and your eating habits. I honestly can’t even tell you what I saw you eat last or what you even wore yesterday for the matter. I haven’t been giving you the proper attention that you need and deserve. I’m such a terrible boyfriend.” By this time his cheeks were flooded with tears. He squeezed your hand as he turned his head away not wanting to meet your eyes. “Y/n….I was so scared when I got here earlier. I was scared to lose you.”

Y/n leaned up against Oliver’s wishes and held her arms wide open inviting him into her. He cautiously took the offer, and held her close against him. Her hands rubbed all up and down his back and she soothed him. 

“Oliver Wood. You are not a bad boyfriend. Yes, you have been a little more obsessed lately than usual, but that doesn’t mean you’re a bad boyfriend either. I know that what I’m doing is bad for me. I just can’t seem to stop myself Ollie. I never want you to feel responsible though. I just don’t feel confident and beautiful in my own skin. I want my body to be perfect. I never want the burden to be placed on you though” She guided her hand to his chin so that his face would meet hers.

Oliver leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before saying, “No, it’s not fair to you that I have been ignoring you. You mean so much more to me than quidditch ever will. I want to help you in any way I can, because to me you’re the most gorgeous girl in the entire world. To me your body is so beautiful, sexy, and perfect. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted love. Your problems are never a burden to me Y/n. I hope that you never think that again. I will prove to you that I will always be here for you. I never want you to experience the pain that we went through tonight ever again. I know we both have stuff to work on, but please let’s work on it together love.” His hands raised to cup her cheeks, and he slowly brought her face closer to his as he placed small kisses along her lips and jawline. 

Y/n’s tears began to fall again, but this time out of happiness. This is the Oliver she missed, and she finally started to see the light at the end of her dark tunnel. Maybe he really could help her get better, and she was going to do everything she could to try and get her disorder under control. “Oliver. I love you. Let’s work on it together.” She raised his hand back up to her face and leaned in to kiss him once again.

“It’s a deal then, and I love you so much too. 

Perfect

This was requested by @kittykatanimelove15

~~~~~~~

You stood in front of the tall mirror on the wall. You let the towel drop to the floor. You squeezed your hips, negative thoughts swirling in your mind.

I wish my hips weren’t so wide…

Why can’t my thighs stop touching…

My nose is so weird…

I hate my hair…

You couldn’t help the mean words that ran through your mind. You wished you didn’t didn’t think them, that you could love everything about yourself.

There was a soft knock on the bedroom door.

“Hey, baby, you dressed?”

“One second,” you replied to Philip.

You pulled out a random dress from your closet, and threw on the undergarments you had sitting on the drawer top.

The door opened, Philip leaning on the frame. He looked so perfect in his soft pink dress shirt and black pants, his wild mess of curls framing his face perfectly, his freckles dusting across the bridge of his nose perfectly. Perfect.

“You wearing that?”

“Hmm?”

“What about the dress we got yesterday? You wanted to wear that to the party tonight?”

You glanced over at the shopping bag next to the bed. You shrugged, thinking about the sexy blue dress that hugged your body in all the wrong ways.

“I dunno, I just…it doesn’t look right on me.”

“What are you talking about?” He came up behind you, setting his hands on your hips. “You looked so gorgeous in that dress. You always look gorgeous, though.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, and squeezed your hips. You squirmed out of his grasp, hating how he gave such a loving feeling to what you loathed.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Philip…I’m not gorgeous,” you said, tears welling in your eyes.

“Baby girl, why would you say that?” He grasped your hands gently, pulling him toward you. He looked at you with his perfect eyes. He was too perfect.

Tears. You began to crumple.

“You’re just so perfect, and I’m not. I’m not, Philip!” You wiped away the tears falling down your cheeks. “I don’t feel gorgeous. I don’t feel pretty. I don’t like how I look. I’m just….I’m so…”

He pulled you close to him.

“Baby…you are so beautiful. There is no one as amazing as you. I love everything about you.” He kissed you me forehead, rocking back and forth with you in his arms. He looked into your eyes, gently stroking you cheek with his thumb. “I never want you to hate yourself. You are perfect the way you are.”

Perfect.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Do you want to stay home tonight? Make popcorn and watch movies?”

You nodded shyly.

“I didn’t really want to go anyways. Business parties are no fun.” He nuzzled his nose to yours, making you giggle.

You both were soon in your pajamas, curled up next to each other on the couch, watching Netflix.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

Te Rog pt.IV

Name: Te Rog pt.IV* Finale.

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and where to find them

Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader; Newt Scamander x reader

Theme: Soulmate AU. An old Chinese proverb says that an invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break. ANGST.

*Te rog from romanian means “Please”

There are two parts already up: Te Rog and Te rog pt.II and Te Rog pt.III


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Anonymous said:

Could you do a smut where the reader is plus sized say around 180 lbs, and she finally gains enough confidence to buy and wear some lingerie. She surprises her boyfriend, Pete, with it, and accidentally says something very insensitive about her weight. Let it end with an apology and really sweet smut.

Self-conscious and somewhat embarrassed, you took a deep breath and pondered over the thought of walking towards the closest employee of the sex shop and asking for help. It wasn’t your first time coming in. Pete had taken you here once, his hand in yours, somehow his confidence able to boost up your self esteem, walking through the rows of sex toys and lingerie until he picked up the vibrator he had been long talking about getting you for months when he was gone on tour. However, this time, you were all alone, feeling particularly uncomfortable as you looked through the lingerie choices, noticing none of them were anywhere close to your size. It was hard to imagine they even made sizes that small, and the thought of suffocating yourself into that corset practically sent you into an instant asthma attack. People probably went on diets for months in order to into fit into these things. Hell, if you ever tried to wiggle into that thin strip of lace you’d probably rip the seams. You chewed on your lower lip as you looked over the options, still not seeing anything that could possibly fit you, as hard as you could try. Your thoughts lingered back to the reason you were even here, remembering the words Pete had said last night after he had fucked you, something about how you’d probably look hot as hell in red lace lingerie. Upon thinking over this, you gave a sly smile, gaining some confidence and walking towards the worker, a curvy girl with wavy hair, dark eyeshadow, wearing a revealing dress with a name tag in handwriting you couldn’t seem to make out. “Uh,” you cleared your throat. “I was wondering if you had any plus size lingerie?”

“Oh of course, sweetheart!” she beamed. “What were you thinking of?”

“Red maybe?” you wondered. “Lace.”

“Sexy,” she smirked. “Feel free to follow me.” You relaxed your shoulders at her kind personality and followed her through a curtain that led past the changing rooms and towards a place full of racks and shelves filled with different sizes. She inspected your body for a moment before turning her attention back to a rack, fingering through the hangers before picking out a size, handing it to you. “Go try that on. If it doesn’t fit we can find some more, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Thanks so much.”

She ushered you into a changing room, and you took a deep breath, staring at the lingerie in your hand. It looked about your size. You slipped off the tank top and shorts you had been wearing, and then your underwear, slipping on the lace. It was a tight fit, but it looked great. It hugged every curve, each crevice, pulled tight over your skin. You stared at yourself in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile. You looked great. You decided to walk out, and the lady’s eyes widened before smiling. “Damn girl,” she commented. “You look great! Mind if I ask what’s the occasion?”

“Boyfriend,” you replied, blushing at her compliment.

“Well he is going to be blown away, I’m sure,” she chuckled. “Dang.”

So when you returned home, lace in the bag, you couldn’t help but feel anxious for tonight. After getting a text from Pete signaling he’d be home from the studio soon, you slipped on the lingerie, admiring yourself in the mirror, taking a deep breath before sitting on the couch and replying with a simple indication that there would be a surprise waiting for him when he got home. When there was a knock on the door you felt the butterflies in your stomach start to flutter within you, walking towards the door and seeing his familiar face in the window before opening it up, smirking at his reaction. He had wide eyes, and you pulled him in for a kiss, him closing the door shut before taking your face in his hands and kissing you harder, then pulling away. “Wow,” he stammered, staring at you. “You look…” He searched for the word. “Great.”

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow, still unsure whether or not he liked it.

“Definitely,” he nodded. He laughed for a moment before smirking. “Geez, I’m surprised you even fit.”

“Oh,” you instantly quieted, hurt by the comment. You were sure he hadn’t meant it, but the way he laughed at you only fed your insecurities.

“Look at you,” he smiled, and you had to take a moment to digest the words, wondering whether it was a compliment or insult. “Come here.” He kissed you again, this time his hands sliding underneath the thin lace and rubbing against your breasts, making you hum softly. However, you weren’t in any mood to do this. Your mind was somewhere else, still focused on that stupid comment he had said, the laugh playing on loop in your brain, trying to convince yourself he thought you looked sexy instead of ridiculous or trying too hard. You closed your eyes tight and tried to enjoy the sensation of his lips on yours and his hands roaming your body, but you couldn’t. Instead, you felt tears rising to the surface and you felt like the fabric was suffocating you yet exposing you too much at the same time, and so you pulled away from him, shaking your head.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Pete inquired, trying to reach for you, but you pushed him away.

“It’s fine,” you stammered. “I uh, I just need to do something really quick.”

“Y/n-” Pete called for you as you hurriedly walked to the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind you, sinking to the ground and hugging your knees up to your chest, letting the tears fall. Sure enough, there was a knock on the door. “Hey, what’s wrong? Let me in.” You quickly wiped away your tears, taking a deep breath and sniffling as you opened the door, coming face to face with Pete.

“I’m fine,” you murmured.

“Why are you crying?” he whispered, gently lifting your chin with his hand. “Come here, babe.” He wrapped you tight in his arms. “What happened?”

When he released the hug you stared at him for a moment before looking away. “I’m surprised you fit,” you repeated in a low, defeated voice. “Look at you.” There was a pause and you glanced at him, watching his face fall as he came to the realization, shaking his head and coming at a loss for words.

“T-that’s not what I meant,” he protested. “Oh god, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s what it sounded like,” you swallowed uncomfortably.

“Sweetheart,” he insisted. “You’re fucking gorgeous. You look sexy as hell in that outfit. I didn’t mean to say that at all.”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Look, I’m trying so hard and I know I don’t have the perfect body and I’m not everything-”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” he argued. “Y/n, you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my life. Look, I would never, ever, do or say anything to hurt you. I’m sorry, I did not mean that at all. You’re gorgeous. I love you, every curve, every scar, every single inch of you. And I’d do absolutely anything if it helps you believe that I do. Okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered, giving a small smile, looking into his eyes and feeling much better.

“This lace, it looks fucking phenomenal on you,” he insisted. “But uh, I think maybe, I don’t know, you’d look even better without it. If that’s okay.”

“I might need a little help getting undressed,” you chuckled softly, wiping away a tear from your cheek. “Care to help me?”

“You know I’d love to, baby,” he mumbled, kissing your neck and slowly sliding down the two articles, slipping the bralette off your arms and helping you step out of your panties. “Fuck, you are so sexy y/n.”

“I feel a little lonely being the only one undressed,” you teased.

“Let me fix that,” he winked. “You go lay on that bed for me, spread your legs, let me see that gorgeous pussy of yours, baby.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” you replied, doing as told and watching intently as he slid off his shirt and worked at his belt, joining you naked just moments later.

“Look at this wonderful body,” he sighed, trailing a hand down from your neck towards your thighs. “You’re perfect inside and out.”

“Pete,” you moaned when he reached in between your legs, inserting two fingers without warning, making you gasp. “Oh fuck.”

“So wet for me too,” he bit down on his lip. “We’re going to have so much fun tonight.” He pumped his fingers in and out, making you an absolute mess, edging you so close to your climax before withdrawing his hand and climbing on top of you. He pushed into you, eliciting a loud moan from both of your mouths, rocking his hips back and forth, hands set on your waist, the two of you drowning in bliss.

“That feels amazing,” you sighed, closing your eyes as he began to thrust harder. The two of you let out a soft gasp as you came, then moans and long strings of curses as you rode out your orgasms, both of you hanging on as long as possible before collapsing in each other’s arms.

“So perfect,” Pete mumbled, placing a kiss to your lips. “And all mine.”

A kiss never forgotten

*Chap 1: A drunken night*

*Chap 2: A blurred night*

*Chap 3: The bath house*

*Chap 4: A Thousand pieces*

*Chap 5: Heart beat*

*Chap 6: Surprise*

*Chap 7: Sunsets, trees and you*

*Chap 8: What now?*

*Chap 9: Healing the unfixable*

*Chap 10: So, this is it?*

*Chap 11: What now?*

*Chap 12: Kids and kisses*

*Chap 13: Its time*

*Chap 14: Tears*

*Chap 15: Somethings different?*

*Chap 16: Its time*

*Chap 17: At peace*

Chap 18: Pancakes, kids and headaches

Naruto opened his eyes to a bright room, sun beaming in from the windows, birds chirping loudly, echoing into his head and making it spiral continuously. He grunted out of the bed, feeling like the walls were slowly rippling backwards and forwards like the gentle waves of the sea. His skin felt numb and his stomach churned in agony from the accumulated alcohol. Naruto felt a hot burning sensation raise up in his gut, he was about to run to the bathroom before he was locked down in place.

The room seemed to quite everything slowing coming into focus as his breath and body calmed underneath porcelain arms which cradled his shaky body.

“Good morning.”

Naruto closed his eyes and smiled, he tilted his head down and kissed the hands beneath him, thanking them for stabilizing him.

“Good morning teme.”

Naruto felt hot kisses on the back of his neck which melted onto his skin like honey, soothing his muscles, calming his spinning brain.

“Do you also feel like shit?” Naruto asked in a quiet voice.

“Yep, but I think I’ll be okay if we just stay like this.”

Naruto chuckled lightly whilst slowly brushing his fingers on Sasuke’s forearm. He felt Sasuke rest his head on Naruto’s bare back, slowly releasing hot breathes onto Naruto’s lower back making his skin shimmer and tingle in joy.

“Stop breathing on my back, it tickles.”

“Tch, do you want me to die? I kind of need to breath to live.”

Naruto laughed loudly, “no baka, if you die so do I. And I have no intention of dying anytime soon, seeming as I just got you.”

“I think it is I, that finally got you.”

Naruto looked down at the floor, smiling widely, wondering how this simple act of endearment from his boyfriend could make it feel so happy, so sober, so awake?

“I can see you smiling.”

Naruto turned the smile into a fake pout, “no you didn’t.” Naruto turned around and pushed Sasuke down on the bed in protest.

“No! Naruto, I’m too drunk for this, I will literally barf on your face.”

Naruto proceeded to jump on top of a struggling Sasuke, he tickled all his weak spots and watched him wriggle underneath him, laughing at each new spot Naruto attempted to attack.

“Stop! Naruto, I will hurt you.”

Naruto stuck out his tongue at Sasuke in protest, he looked at him with all the love in the world. This man, this perfect man was his everything and he was so lucky to have him, be with him and love him.

-

Sasuke looked at Naruto, feeling his heartbeat against his chest furiously, attempting to escape into Naruto’s body. He looked up at this gorgeous man who’s golden hair dangled messily over his face and bright blue eyes, his smile so beautiful and loving, his sun kissed skin and tiny freckles making up this man who looked like an angel with the sun shining brightly behind him and illumination him against the rest of the world.

-

“Hey Sasuke?”

Sasuke’s deep black eyes stared into bright blue eyes, looking nearly hypnotized, “hm?”

“I love you.”

Sasuke looked away shyly, his cheeks flushing a soft pink, “I love you more.” He started to smile softly, hot liquid slowly accumulating in the rear edges of his eyes.

Naruto bent down and laid soft kisses on the tears that escaped Sasuke’s eyes.

“You are beautiful Sasuke, you know that?”

Sasuke gulped down on the hot ball of saliva that was accumulating in his thought, his rib cage hurt from containing his heart which no longer was beating but bashing on its edges to let it out, his lungs also felt hot and heavy, filling with something he wasn’t used too.

“Naruto, I will punch you if you continue.”

Naruto chuckled lightly whilst laying several more kisses around Sasuke’s neck, “fine, only because I’m super hungry and want to get breakfast.”

Naruto jumped off Sasuke and rolled out of bed whilst nearing falling over due to the fact that he forgot he was still a tad hung over.

-

Sasuke looked at his boyfriend struggling to recover from his near fall onto the ground and realised he was in trouble. He never expected to feel like this, so hopefully in love that he couldn’t even hide his feelings anymore. He was Sasuke Uchiha for God’s sake, he doesn’t do the sappy kind of love, then why? Why was this man so infectious, why couldn’t he hide the way he felt like he did everything else? Why is it that the mere thought of him leaving, dyeing or breaking up with him makes him feel so queasy? Why is it that he no longer cared about his own life, but only his? He would die, kill and suffer for years if it meant making him smile like that every day, making him happy, letting him be the joyous sunshine that he is.

-

*9.30 am*

Naruto finished piling on the last pancake onto the plate, he sliced some strawberries and bananas to go with them and finished it off with some maple syrup. He piled the plates on the table and started to make the coffee, he whistles to himself whilst he waited for the kettle to boil.

He looked around at the prepared table and smiled to himself, he loved making breakfast for Sasuke on the weekends, it’s what got him through the week of work, knowing they get to spend the weekend together. Something about being with Sasuke in their new house, watching him enjoy a meal Naruto cooked in their pj’s made Naruto so overly happy. He didn’t know what the feeling was called. Happy? No, it was more than that. Warm?

Naruto’s pondering was interrupted when the Kettle clinked to signify it was ready, he grabbed the kettle and poured them into the two mugs already set up on the table, which were filled with grinded coffee and sugar.

He made sure everything was ready before happily skipping back into the room to tell Sasuke breakfast was ready.

He peeked his head into the room, seeing Sasuke still collapsed onto the bed, looking mildly like death. Naruto laughed a little inside, Sasuke usually doesn’t get this drunk, so seeing him so hungover was also a new first for Naruto and it was quite funny to watch.

“Sunshine it’s time to get up and have breakfast.”

Sasuke looked at Naruto with half lid eyes, “Naruto it’s okay, I’ll just stay in bed, plus I don’t think I can stomach anything right now.”

Naruto crossed his arms and pouted, “that’s not what I want to hear mister, plus food will make you feel better I promise.”

Sasuke grunted at Naruto. He found the edges of the bed covers with his left hand and threw them over himself in rebellion, “never, I’m not moving.”

Naruto smirked at the white lump on the bed, “fine if you’re not moving, I’ll move you.”

Naruto walked over and grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it quickly off Sasuke so that he was fully visible.

“No! Naruto, I don’t have enough energy to fight back, please stop” Sasuke said in a high pitched whiny voice.

Naruto just shook his head in disappointment whilst smiling. “Sorry but you are coming with me.” Naruto picked up Sasuke with his two hands, bridal style.

Sasuke squirmed weakly in Naruto strong hands, “I hate you, I hope you know that.”

Naruto smiled widely at him, “I know, but you need food.”

Sasuke stopped squirming and started to flop in Naruto’s arms, a sad attempt to pretend to be dead.

Naruto looked down at his pitiful boyfriend and just raised an eyebrow, he lifted Sasuke into the air quickly and caught him as he landed. Sasuke was soon awaken from his two second death.

“Fuck you teme.”

“Love you more sweetie pie” Naruto said with a huge guilty smile on his face. He placed his still grunting boyfriend on the chair which had in front of it a huge stack of fluffy pancakes on them which were still steaming and accompanied with the fresh fruit and maple syrup which Naruto had placed alongside them.

Sasuke’s eyes lit up in excitement and his stomach grumbled in anticipation.

“See, you were hungry.” Naruto said boastfully as he circled back to his side of the table.

Sasuke started to stuff his face with the pancakes whilst evilly looking at Naruto, “tch.”

Naruto looked at his boyfriend happily eating his pancakes with great joy. He loved this, he loved him, he loved all of it.

-

*11 am*

“Hey Sasuke…” Naruto said cautiously.

“Hm?”

“Don’t you think we should go talk to Sarada? I mean, I talked to my kids about us, should you?”

Sasuke looked at him with a plan expression stamped on his face, “hm I guess so.”

Naruto gulped down on the steadily increasing burning sensation accumulating in his throat, afraid that the next words that would leave his mouth would not be well received, “Sasuke don’t bite me okay?”

Sasuke raised a curious eyebrow.

“Do you even love your kid?”

The room silenced out, heavy breathing from both counterparts could be heard but no one broke that intangible silence, that mild build of electricity slowly filling the room.

“Dobe, I am not the same with my kids as you are yours, that’s just it, okay?”

Naruto started to get frustrated, feeling himself lose patience with Sasuke, “Teme, no. You didn’t even start seeing her until I literally pressured you for weeks. How can you say you love her? And the fact that you don’t ever want to go over there willingly is shit Sasuke.” Naruto prepared himself for the first proper fight they would have as a couple.

“Naruto its none of your fucking business how much I see her, plus you know I have never been one of the emotional, lovey dove kinds.”

Naruto’s fist clenched in, trying to calm the boiling liquid filling inside of him. “Sasuke, she is your daughter, end of fucking story. You cannot blame her, for your mistakes of trying to act the straight dude. She was not the cause of your marriage or divorce. But you have to face the fucking facts, that yes you were once married to Sakura and yes you did convince a daughter with her in some poor attempt to try and see if being straight was even mildly possible for you. For fuck sake Sasuke, for once in your life will you care about anyone who isn’t you?”

Sasuke was starting to get mad, his eyebrows were sharply pointed down and his eyes seemed to glow a strange red and black mix.

“I do care, about you. Isn’t that fucking enough?”

Naruto started tearing up, “No.” He looked at his boyfriend and somehow composed a fake smile. “Sasuke I love you, I do. But you need to be a better father and if you loved me, you would start trying harder.” Naruto turned around and headed for the door.  His hands were inches away from turning the door handle, but his body had cemented into place.

Naruto turned around to see Sasuke looking out the window with a solemn expression on his face, tears slowly dripping down his white skin. “Hey Sasuke, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so angry at you, I know your trying, I just worry that you don’t care about her you know? She is your family and that means she’s mine. I just want you to be able to have something as special as I have with my kids. If you just try.”

Naruto turned back to head out the door, not knowing where he was going to go, but he just wanted to calm down. “I’ll be back later, I do love you, I really do. I’m sorry Sasuke.”

Sasuke didn’t waver, his head was still firmly placed forwards towards the crystal-clear window. “Hm.” He refused to say anything more, because he wasn’t too sure what he was feeling right now. Guilt? Anger? Sorrow?

-

Naruto walked forwards, not knowing what direction he was going or really to what location. He just walked. Listened to the leaves which danced around in the wind, which were accompanied by birds singing to the skies, like some strange yet calming relaxing sonata.

He walked slowly forwards on the dirt track, watching his feet tussle the sand underneath. He looked up to the sun, which pulsated through the leaves and dangled towards to the ground like golden streamers hanging from the trees.

Naruto felt his heavy breathing calming, almost mimicking the peaceful scenario. His body went from an angered harsh walk to a peaceful stroll, which tried to dance in rhythm with the leaves whilst softly skimming the dirt underneath it.

Naruto smiled, feeling better already and then he felt it, the bright idea. He knew what he would do today.

With a smile on his face, he started to jump forwards, excited for the day to come.

-

12 pm

Naruto knocks on the door with a smile as big as his face.

He waits patiently by the door, twiddling his thumbs until the door was opened. Naruto was greeted by a long-time friend, who looks like they haven’t had an ounce of sleep, messy pink hair dangling all over their face, accompanied by deep green eyes and darkened circles to accentuate them.

“Naruto?”

“Hey you, looking fabulous as always.”

Sakura punched Naruto on the shoulder, which for a normal person would have sent them flying across the street, but luckily Naruto could hold his own with Sakura.

“What do you want. I’m too hung over to deal with your bubbly energy, not all of us have some magic beast that helps us recover really quick.”

Naruto chuckled lightly at Sakura’s remarks whilst entering and attempting to take off a shoe.

“I’m here to take the kids off your hands, you still have our children?”

Sakura lightly laughed, loud enough for Naruto to hear behind her, “I’m pretty sure I still have them.”

Naruto walked around a corner to find a puddle of mess, a room topped with drawings, broken crayons, plastic shuriken and nerf guns. He saw Boruto and Sarada fighting over a game of tekken, yelling at the screen to win the game for them and Himawari in the corner drawing another unicorn painting.

Naruto smiled at this sight, he wanted nothing more than to be the best dad for his kid and it hurt him to think Sasuke was missing this with Sarada.

“Well hello you guys.” Naruto said mischievously. The three kids turned around with spooked expressions on their face.

“Dad?” Boruto exclaimed in a curious and questioning voice.

Naruto smiled as he braced for a running Himawari that was ready for a bear tackle hug, “hey, I know your mother was meant to pick you guys up, but I called and asked if it was okay if I stole you guys for the day.”

Himawari’s face lit up as if she just saw a flying unicorn in the sky, “yay daddy, I missed you soooooooo much.”

Naruto’s face glowed in joy, he was nothing without his children, they were the centre to his existence.

“So, what do you say, adventure with the old timer?”

Boruto smiled and stood up to give his dad an epic high five, “you know it!”

-

Naruto was outside Sakura’s door, thanking her for taking care of the kids, he offered to cook her dinner anytime and gave her an invite to visit him at his new place. Sarada stood behind Sakura, a near copy of her and Sasuke, she waved at Boruto with a wide smile on her face and pink cheeks which highlighted her beautiful deep black eyes.

Before Naruto could say his last good bye, he slowly whispered into Sakura’s ear. “Sakura, is it okay if I also take Sarada today?”

Sakura looked at him with a confused and almost defensive motherly look, “hmm”.

Sakura looked over at Sarada and pursed her lips in a questioning way. “Hey sweetie would you like to join Naruto and his family for today? I know you had plans to go practice with Boruto later on, so if you wish to go, I will allow you to go.”

Sarada’s face lit up, she smiled widely and ran over to give her mother a giant hug, “thank you so much ma. Ille just get changed Mr. Uzumaki and be right over.”

“Take your time sweetie.”

Naruto looked at Sakura with deep gratitude, “thank you.”

Sakura gave Naruto a look that was more scary and threatening than anything he had ever seen, “take care of her, you hear me?”

Naruto gulped down in fear of being killed by Sakura If anything would happen to her baby girl, “yes mam.”

“Hm.” Sakura folded her arms in a cross manner, but soon relaxed her fist, “but thank you for thinking about her.”

“Anything for you and Sarada, you guys are my family and as much as Sasuke doesn’t want to admit it, he loves you guys just as much, he just struggles to show it.”

Sakura looked at Naruto with loving eyes, emerald gems that glowed in response to Naruto’s kind words.

“I hope that’s true, because I worry about her. I’m fine, I’m strong, I can survive with or without him, not that I want anything to happen to him, because you guys are now…”

“Sakura, it’s fine I understand what you mean.”

“Hmm, it’s just her I worry about sometimes, you know? She basically grew up without a dad and I don’t want that to define her in a bad way, if you get what I mean?”

Naruto nodded his head, “I certainly do, it’s easy to start worrying so much about them, isn’t it? But all you can do is try your best and hope that what you teach them and how you guide them is the right way.”

Sakura placed her head on Naruto’s shoulder, letting out an agreeing sigh.

“I’m ready!”

Naruto laughed to himself, seeing Sarada in a full ninja outfit. “Well you do seem ready to take on a whole battle.”

Naruto beckoned her forward and placed a loving hand on her head as he messed around with her hair.

“Alright ninjas, off we go.”

*In a quick blink, all 4 ninjas were off to the trees, skimming the branches quickly and being alert of any dangers which they might face, like a stray evil cat*

mintybogdanow  asked:

Hey!! Can you do the reader ("female") coming out to Kuroo, Oikawa and Noya (separate please) as bisexual genderqueer, being angsty (i'm sorry idk what kind of angst tho lmao, maybe they don't understand at first or they offend the reader, even if they come out as something as well, which would actually be amazing tbh..) at first and then if possible nsfw (if you find a way to fit it) thanks so much in advance! And sorry if i bother you or if there's something wrong with this request :)

I struggled with this for all of two seconds before everything just started flowing out! Also, I hope everyone gets to a point in their life where they are happy to be who they are and can share that with their loved ones - whether it be family by blood or the family you made with loved ones - everyone deserves to be accepted for who they are. And I know it’s hard to trust someone with something so fragile, but trust that those that love you will accept you - always - and I know that it is not that simple, but you will make it out in the end. Be safe and know that you are loved!

Enjoy!

P.s. I hope I delivered this well and appropriately. Remember, I will never be upset if something notifies me that something is wrong with any of my stories. PLEASE let me know so I can fix it and avoid it hurting or upsetting more people! Thank you!


This was supposed to be a day of celebration, no? But here she was sitting next to him, anxiety tainting her expression and tears in her eyes as she spoke shakily, “I’m bisexual,” he had never heard her voice so small before, “and genderqueer.” It was a strange thing for Kuroo to hear, especially with how long they had been dating up until that point. And - though he wouldn’t admit it in that moment - he definitely didn’t react in a way he was proud of, nor that she deserved.

“What?” he wasn’t sure what kind of tone he delivered the word in, but from her reaction, it wasn’t one that was received well. He felt his heart lurching up into his throat and he instantly knew why he was upset, “you’ve been lying to me?” It was an irrational accusation and he had no right to put it on her. There was nothing wrong in her sexuality or whatever gender she felt she belonged under, but she hadn’t come to him with this earlier. She hadn’t felt that she could trust him with being herself. And that was what hurt.

“No!” she was quick to reply, her voice catching slightly. Kuroo knew he was being the ass that was making all her nightmares come true, but he couldn’t stop the way his hand pulled away from her’s in that moment. He watched her grapple without his support for a moment before she was speaking again, “It’d never came up before and I was scared, Tetsu! I–”

Kuroo was standing them, his blood rushing, he knew he was being idiotic and he’d hate himself for it later, but right now… “I need some space,” and he walked away.


Instantly Oikawa knew what it must of been like earlier for her as he stood outside her front door. His hand was raised over the wood, afraid to knock. Because he had been cruel and impulsive in his hotheaded response. She hadn’t deserved to be treated that way in such a vulnerable moment. While he wouldn’t deny it hurt not being trusted from the beginning, the truth of it was she was trusting him now. And he had took it and shredded it at her feet. He needed to fix this.

Before he could knock, the door opened, producing a gasp from him when his eyes met with her’s. She didn’t look surprised to see him and any words he had planned disappeared from his mind.

“I saw you come up,” she noted, breaking their silence as her arms lifted to wrap around herself. He could see her anticipation for the worst to happen and he needed to fix it. It was him who created the mess after all.

“I was stupid,” he jumped right into it, not caring if his voice carried all of his pain and desperation with it, she needed to hear it, “I was mean and reacted badly and I’m sorry.” She remained silent, which he hoped was a good thing, so he continued, hand reaching for hers, “I was upset that you didn’t trust me with who you were. Which, really, is kinda hypocritical of me, cause I’m demisexual and I’ve known it for awhile.” He paused, eyes roaming their face, searching for anything at all, “I just– I’m sorry.”


When he didn’t get a response other than her eyes dropping to her feet, Nishinoya felt himself deflate, his chest restricted around his heart. He wasn’t surprised by the reaction, he had hurt her in a way no person deserved to be hurt, but he had been hopeful for a different reaction. “Okay,” his voice felt thick leaving his tongue, “I, uh, guess I’ll go now.”

“Wait, Yuu,” her hand tightened around his fingers, her gaze meeting with his again, a small smile touching at her lips, “why don’t you come in.” The comment made him pause, and with a single quiver of his lip he was launching himself forward into their embrace, his face burying into their shoulder.

The emotions that were washing over him were so overwhelming he wasn’t sure how to properly handle them. It had been a rollercoaster of a day and now here he was with her again at last and nothing was between them anymore. They were just two people completely in love with each other and that was all they needed to be. Because she was beautiful no matter what she proclaimed she was, nothing would change that.

His mouth found hers and it didn’t take long for them to make their way to her bedroom with the door closed behind them. Noya wasn’t sure where he had lost his shirt along the way and didn’t care when she was pushing him down onto the surface of her bed. He stared as she pulled her own shirt over her head, everything about her so perfect and gorgeous. Silently, he asked himself how he had managed to get so lucky. And as they made love through the night, he knew that he would be lucky for the rest of his life with her by his side.

IronHawk (Part Nine)

Ok guys, this chapter is easily one of my favorites. The bonding heat scene between Tony and Clint is one of my favorite love scenes I’ve ever written. its in a completely different format than I usually use and I would love to hear what you guys think about it!!

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Also, don’t get too comfy with these feels, dear readers, because yikes is coming the next few updates!!

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“Where are we?”
Tony was barely coherent, his body so hot and slick in Clint’s arms the archer worried he would actually drop him.

“My cabin.” Depositing the sweat drenched omega in the king sized bed, Clint immediately set about making the one room cabin comfortable. He had to step outside to start the generator, but reappeared quickly, locking and barring the door behind him. Not that anyone could even find them here, but Clint wasn’t taking any chances.

“How do you have a cabin I don’t know about?” Tony was gasping the words, twisting and shifting on the bed as he tried to get comfortable.

“I have lots of things you don’t know about.” Clint said with a fond chuckle. “Give me just a minute and I’ll take care of you, love.”

“Why do you call me that? You’ve called me that like a thousand times.” Tony’s voice was little more than a whine at this point, and Clint kept shooting glances at him as he dashed around turning lights on, and getting a fire going.

“Love? Really? I can call you my omega but can’t call you Love?”

“But the omega thing is…fuck Clint this is impossible. What the fuck is going on with me?” Tony dragged his t shirt over his head, and started pulling at his pants. “The omega thing is a–a–biology thing. You as an alpha are going to claim my omega as yours. So what’s with calling me love?”

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