his little face though

Cute Bus Stop Guy

Sterek, Teen, 2K words, Meet Cute AU


Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.

He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.

He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”

The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.

He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

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This gorilla mask, it’s just like the one I saw on the tape! It’s a sign, these are all signs.

anonymous asked:

(Wrist anon) OoOOo and those eyebrows as well, damn. Is it too late to say Dylan has good top lip? As well as his sexy chin 😂😏

i feel

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like you

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pretty much

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just want

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gifs of

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his face

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so enjoy

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i tried to find good eyebrow and chin ones ones for you, wrist anon. 

Originally posted by teeenwolf-imaginess

because i too agree with those wholeheartedly.

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We only have all this by God’s grace. Without the love of his people, a king is nothing.

Rose Glow

Originally posted by kaimikachan

Character(s): Reader X Wonho, Minhyuk

Genre: soulmate!au, cheesy floof, smut

Warning(s): possessive!wonho, praise!kink, edging, kindof!exhibitionism(?)

Length: 5.5 k

Summary: Wonho doesn’t like Minhyuk. Never has, never will.

requested by the sweetest @honeyheonie (aka the softest soft to ever soft the planet)


Your mother tells you stories when you’re young, of spring blossoms and fluttering hearts and ticking clocks on your wrists. Of soulmates and the parts of you they complete.

When you first meet your soulmate, your wrist will show a clock that counts down to your first kiss.

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anonymous asked:

REQUESTS WOOOOO!! Mc giving Jumin affection and he's so over the moon he just stutters and turns super red so she keeps it up cuz this is entertaining af!!!

Anon said: hello, im so happy that requests are open! Heres a romantic idea: Saeyoung and MC who is NOT shy and LOVES TO KISS KISS KISS HIS DUMB FACE!!!! AND HUG THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!!! AND TOUCH HIS FACE AND LOOK INTO HIS EYES BITCH!!!! KILL HIM WITH LOVE PLEASE!! that’s all, thank you again :3


So we decided to do these two at the same time, and throw in Zen and Yoosung for the heck of it. Welcome to the mush. Enjoy!


Jumin:

  • He was just sitting on the couch reading some files for work
  • And the way he was so concentrated…his brows furrowed and he was chewing on his bottom lip a little
  • You couldn’t help but curl up next to him
  • You pecked his cheek once, and he gave you a small glance before continuing his work
  • Then you gave another and another, and you noticed his cheeks tinging a bit pink
  • After a few more kisses, he asks what you’re doing
  • You just cup his face, “I just really appreciate you.”
  • He goes from blushing to full on flushed
  • He tries to play it off though, but it doesn’t help that he dropped his papers
  • He picks them up quickly and tries to read them again
  • Only they’re upside down
  • After watching for a little while amusedly, you reach over and pinch the papers from his hands, informing him they were upside down
  • You set thim aside, and he looks at you questioningly
  • That’s when you lean in for a kiss
  • It was short, but it was enough to make him dazed
  • He tries to compose himself and speak
  • Only he doesn’t know what to say, so he’s kind of just saying these broken syllables
  • And you watch for a little, chuckling as he can’t quite form a complete thought
  • You crawl into his lap, and while hands rest on your waist, his muttering pauses before becoming even more scattered
  • He was trying to say something about stock markets when you cut him off with a deep kiss
  • His senses come back to him sometime in the middle of kissing you, and his grip on your waist tightens
  • He pulls you even closer to him
  • It was just getting really heated when you decide to pull away
  • You casually walk away and he calls after you
  • “MC…you can’t just leave me like that….”
  • When you don’t return, he follows you to the kitchen where you two continue


Seven:

  • He was laying on the couch, just scrolling on his phone
  • And you were feeling a bit cuddly and bold
  • So you start on the other end of the couch and crawl up to him
  • You brought some blankets with you since it was a bit chilly
  • You ducked your head in between his arms before tossing the blankets over your legs
  • He gives a small smile before going back to scrolling
  • He thought you were just going to cuddle
  • But then you press a kiss on his chin…cheek…nose…you just pepper his entire face with kisses
  • It’s getting hard to concentrate, so he just holds you back before you can do more
  • “What are you doing?”
  • “What does it look like I’m doing?”
  • He can’t hold you back as you continue your attack, but he asks you why
  • You start telling him different compliments in between each kiss
  • He starts getting gradually more flustered, and the shade of his face grows increasingly red
  • It’s a little awkward for you though, because you keep ramming your forehead into his bulky glasses
  • So you just slide his glasses off his head and put them to the side
  • He shudders because he knows where this is going
  • You decide to be a little teasing, so you get really close to his face
  • You let your noses brush for a little longer…your breaths mingling in the centimeters between you
  • He keeps expecting a kiss, but you just miss his mouth on purpose, choosing to kiss his cheek or just the edge of his mouth
  • He’s getting a little frustrated, so his hold on you grows tighter until finally you give in and kiss him slowly
  • He sighs into kiss when you deepen it
  • You pull away after awhile, and lean in just a little more
  • He anticipates another kiss, but you get up abruptly
  • At least you try to
  • He stands up as well before wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and using it to yank you back into him
  • “Oh no you don’t,” he chuckles
  • It’s his turn to make you flustered

Zen:

  • You guys were chilling on the couch and eating some cookies
  • He asks you to pass him a cookie
  • When he turns his head, he’s expecting you to be holding out the snack to him
  • But instead, you’re holding it in your mouth and send him a flirtatious wink
  • He lets out a sharp yelp and kind of cowers away a bit
  • You just caught him off guard
  • But you keep getting closer and closer
  • Zen has this whole battle within himself where he wants to give into you but then he doesn’t
  • And you’re not helping by tossing the cookie to the side and peppering his face with kisses
  • Okay, maybe you are helping to make his decision easier
  • He slips his arms around your waist and lifts you up
  • He carries you to the larger couch before pinning you down beneath him
  • You’re still acting flirty and it’s driving him crazy at how bold you are
  • He starts doing exactly what you did to him, pressing kisses all over your face
  • After a while, your fingers curl around the hair near his neck and you lead his face down to yours
  • You kiss him full on the mouth and he completely melts into your touch
  • When you do pull away, he’s a bit breathless
  • You have to laugh at his dazed expression

Yoosung:

  • Yoosung was in the kitchen cooking again
  • And he got a little clumsy and burned his finger
  • You went to go see what was wrong when you heard a cry from the kitchen
  • You make him sit on the couch while you get things to help the burn
  • When you’re done wrapping it in a bandage, you press a kiss to his finger
  • He thinks you’re done, but he didn’t expect you to be in an affectionate mood
  • You press a kiss to each one of his fingers, and he’s already getting a bit warm
  • “Is that better?”
  • He lets out some sound, which isn’t a yes or no
  • So you crawl onto his lap and squish his cheeks
  • “Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?”
  • He shuts his eyes when you lean a little forward 
  • He’s expecting a kiss, after all you were really bold today
  • But you keep leaning back every time he leans forward, and he notices when you start giggling
  • You forget that you really shouldn’t tease Yoosung for too long
  • His hands are already on the small of your back, so he yanks you against him and gives you a rough kiss on the mouth
  • He does become more of his gentle self as the kiss goes on
  • Still ends up blushing more than you

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Kiss Me or Something

BUCKY BARNES x Plus Size Reader

You realize your (very mutual) feelings for Bucky with a little help from Steve. 

Content: Fluff, very mild angst, small mentions of low self-esteem, background Sam/Steve

               Bucky is so annoying. It’s the only coherent thought you can muster when you’re around him and when you’re lying in bed at night thinking about him, so it’s the only thing you admit to feeling. Just pure, utter annoyance. You can feel your blood boiling every time he smirks at you, roll your eyes every time he offers you some piece of whatever it is he’s eating, feel the urge to punch him every time he brushes against you. So you don’t know why, the first time he goes out on a mission since you’ve known him, you feel terrified.

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Alistair Theirin - He would be half asleep and confused, smacking his lips as he tried to get the cotton taste out of his mouth. He’d grow more awake though, eyes snapping open. An awkward chuckle would bubble out of his lips and he’d raise an eye brow. “Can you…Uh…Can you run that by me again? Didn’t quite hear you correctly.” When he’s reminded, though, his face goes a little red. Awkwardly shifting under the covers, he’d scoot to the side. “Uh. Sometimes, some of the younger Templar recruits would. Ya know. Want to…snuggle or whatever. Just um. Pretend to be small.” He understood wanting to feel safe at night, so he’d try not to feel awkward about it. Key word being try.

Alistair Theirin (Romanced) - Alistair wouldn’t even bother with waking up. He’d just grunt, lifting up the blanket so the warden could climb in. When she did, he’d wrap the blanket around her, slinging a leg over her and tugging her close. The warden has dug her own grave. Now she will never escape.

Zevran Arainai - He was a light sleeper. Had to be, really, what with the grisly business he was involved in. He would peer out at the opening of the tent, the knife under his pillow ready to be drawn out in a moments notice. Of course he had no need of it! Because there they were, the Warden. A grin curled onto his lips, eye brow cocking up. “Oh? Visiting me, in my tent, in the dead of night? How scandalous, dear warden. What would dear Wynne say?” Upon hearing their request, he’d hum. “A bit too tame for my liking, but yes yes, come in.” He’d demand to be the big spoon, of course, arms holding the warden to his chest. He’d listen to them breathe, silent, a smile curling on his lips as he closed his own eyes.

Zevran Arainai (Romanced) - Chances are they were both already in the tent to begin with. Zevran would not be ashamed to admit he’d be a wee bit disappointed in the fact that he would not be making love to his warden tonight, but he would have no qualms. He’d press a soft kiss to their neck, still demanding to be the big spoon, a hand sliding up their shirt to gently rest on their stomach, gently stroking their skin. “Goodnight, my Warden.”

Leliana - She, also like Zevran, is a light sleeper. Though not as paranoid, a knife not under her pillow. She blinked sleepily, tilting her head at the Warden at her tent flap. She stayed silent, waiting for them to talk. They seemed troubled, and she hoped the smile on her face put them at ease. Though, at there request, her smile fell, eye lashes fluttering. “Oh? Well, I don’t see any trouble in it. I mean, my tent is small, but yes! Come in.” She smiled, patting the spot next to her. She coaxed them to relax, her arms wrapping around them no matter how large they were. Though, they would be waking up with a foot in their face and an elbow in their ass. 

Leliana (Romanced) - The warden is more than aware of her cuddling habits and have long since learned it is best to have their arms wrapped around her as tight as possible, lest they wake up with a mouth full of hair.

Morrigan - She would be asleep, and less than happy to be waken up. Her piercing yellow eyes would glare at the warden, an eye brow slowly raising as she tapped her thigh. “Yes? Spit it out! As it were, we do not have all night. Time is precious rest.” When she hears there request, she looks shocked. She is the last person one would ask for a…’cuddle’. And yet, here they were, asking her. “What do you take me for? Your mother? Warden, you are not a child, and I am certainly not here to mind one! Tis most disappointing that you…that…you.” Her lips would thin as she stared at their saddened eyes and quivering lip. “Ugh. Fine. But if at any moment in time I want you to leave, you go, or you will have to get your ‘cuddles’ as a toad!” Morrigan is a cuddler. The warden would wake up with her curled up, nuzzled into them, face calm. And if they brought it up at any moment in time it was like asking for death.

Morrigan (Romanced) - Morrigan, despite proving that she was indeed a cuddler, would still be hesitant. Though, waking up, curled up, safe and warm in her wardens arms? Worth it.

Ohgren - “…Bah! Not drunk enough for this.” He’d grumble, grabbing the closest container of ale he could get his hands on. He’d chug it, let it burn his throat, then move on to the next one. After he considered himself suitably inebriated he’d give a vague wave of his arm, allowing the warden in. On that day, the Warden learned that Ohgren truly did smell as bad as the others say, but that he was the warmest out of them all.

Shale - No.

Sten - A double no.

Wynne - She would probably be awake, reading or whispering to herself, eyes far away. Her attention would snap to the flaps of her tent and she’d tilt her head, a warm smile coming to her lips. “Hello? What is wrong?” And then they said what they needed to say. A part of her, long forgotten, abandoned and buried ached when she heard their words. When they both heard their words. Her smile grew worried and she was silent, then she gestured for them to come in. She guided them onto their side, their head on her lap. “Here. Sleep as much as you like.” She said softly, hesitantly petting their hair. She wondered, for a startling moment, if this is what it would be like with…with Rhys. She continued to gently stroke their hair, tears pricking at her eyes.

Dog - The dog is already sitting on your chest. Hope you didn’t enjoy having lungs. Because you don’t have them anymore. You did this to yourself, Warden. I hope your happy.

Too Much Trouble

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

Summary: You get to know your neighbor Frank when he needs help

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 3,700 (yikes)

Warnings: mentions of violence, language, injuries, medical procedures, blood, broken bones, difficulty breathing, needles… Frank? Is Frank a warning?

A/N: this is for @atari-writes who’s been nagging me for a Frank fic (jk hun I love you) I really don’t think this is very good… but here it is… (also @deanssweetheart23 because you’re my twin and you read all the things)

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Here I Go Again

Hi, remember those few fics I did? Heres another. It’s slightly smutty and sorta based on @Rboz and her council quickie art. What’s not to fucking love? I also cheated, so for Lovefest its like, 1, 6, AND 7? I’m a mess

Enjoy the sin, folks.

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So. Fucking. Boring.

That was the only real thing he could think right now. Being on the council had a ton of perks, but god damn these meetings were tedious (a Levy word). It was so bad in fact, that the script mage next to him was completely checked out. Usually when Levy was interested in something, Gajeel could wrap his head around it and show a little bit of interest, but today she sat there trying to look like she was paying attention while staring at the wall across the room. Her notepad in front of her say immobile, and her hand held up her chin like it would fall any moment.

That being said, when she wasn’t in total concentration mode, she was absolutely adorable. He was lucky he got to work with her in close proximity all of the time, especially since starting something up since they joined the council almost a year back. He needed to watch himself though, if he was smart.

They both might have thought they were being discreet, but everyone with eyes and ears knew damn well there was something between them. The only reason they said nothing was because they respected Levy. And she was well, embarrassment-prone. If people found out she was in a relationship with technically a coworker, she’d be red in the face for months.

Hm. Red in the face.

As he sat there counting down the seconds until he fell asleep, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he could spice this meeting up for both of them. Something that he knew they both enjoyed, and would certainly get them wide awake.

Very carefully, Gajeel moved his hand over towards her leg under the table. It settled on her bare knee, and once again he thanked his lucky stars that she had such an affinity for the dress version of their uniform that left her smooth, pale skin exposed.

Her whole body tensed up, but not negatively. In fact, she’d gotten very used to his mildly callused touch. For more than a year they’d been getting closer and closer progressively over time. She had been glowing during that whole process, because she assumed for the longest time that he still thought of her as a little girl. But clearly that was not the case. Eventually she also stopped hiding behind this idea of being too impure before marriage and… here they were, happier than ever if you asked either of them.

Levy looked over at him, trying to scope out his actions. In his Phantom Lord days this resting face would have been mean, angry, and twisted. Now it was cool, collected, and downright handsome if you asked her. Her eyes darted away quickly as she tried to clear her mind, cheeks tinged a light pink that let him know he was succeeding at his goal. She was almost always a little pink in the face though, her natural complexion. Only Gajeel noticed the difference now. He took pride in it, actually.

With that his hand slowly glided farther up, over the top of her thigh just under the material of her dress. She would tense for a second then relax, her body fighting between embarrassment that he was pulling this during a meeting and enjoyment because she loved any chance he took to touch her. At least she wasn’t bored out of her mind anymore.

Her eyes darted over to him yet again, and she could have swore she saw a corner of a lip just barely turn up, or maybe a stud on his eyebrow twitch upward. Why did he have to tease her so much! She knew deep down it was just because she made it too easy.

When she looked away again he deemed it safe to peek at her from the corner of his eye once more. He doubted anyone was paying attention them, which made this even better. The majority of the group looked like they could use someone to entertain them under the table too. And as much hell as she’d give him later for the embarrassment, he knew she loved this.

His hand crept up.

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