just look at that gorgeous man

Kenma recognizes him from the broad lines of his back and the strong muscles that cover his shoulders and biceps. He doesn’t move much but when he does, they ripple like water, flowing so smoothly it’s mesmerizing. Kenma can’t see much at all; there’s no moon out and the street lights are down, but he knows this body well enough.

Kenma opens the door softly and steps out. From the slightest stiffening of Iwaizumi’s shoulders, he knows the man is aware of his presence, which is impressive since he’s always been quiet in his movements. He walks forward and grabs onto the railing, the cold metal biting into his skin.

“Can’t sleep?”

It’s rare for Kenma to initiate a conversation. It isn’t lack of interest so much as it is the fact that he’s rarely comfortable enough to start talking to someone. But his curiosity is far too great when it comes to Iwaizumi. The man is different from the others in the band. He never asks Kenma questions, never tries to pry, and respects his personal space, though he does smile at him occasionally and he makes great coffee.

Iwaizumi doesn’t turn to look at him but he smiles a little, his dimple barely visible. “Yeah, it’s just one of those nights, you know?”

Kenma nods because he does in fact know. Leaning forward, he rests his chin on the metal and winces when the cold hits him harder than he expected, but it’s not a bad sensation. The wind feels nice, just this side of chilly, and the silence is welcome. They don’t live in a good neighborhood, and there’s always fighting and loud music and an absurd amount of yelling.

But on this night, at 2:47 in the morning, with the stars hiding behind the clouds and the moon nowhere in sight, Kenma has never liked this place better. Iwaizumi’s presence is strangely comforting, and the sound of his every inhale followed by a soft exhale makes Kenma unconsciously sync with him.

“Do you like it here so far?”

The tone of Iwaizumi’s voice makes it abundantly clear that Kenma is free to ignore the question if he wants to. He appreciates that, and decides to answer honestly.

“Haven’t really been here long enough to decide,” he says, eyes sliding shut, “but I think I’m going to stay just a little longer, if that’s alright with you.”

Iwaizumi huffs out a laugh, and it’s strangely endearing. “No problems here.” He brings the cigarette to his lips and takes a long drag, and Kenma watches as he blows out the smoke with a sigh, a white cloud forming into the silent darkness of the night. The metal of his tongue piercing shimmers when the headlights of a passing car shines on it, and Kenma’s breath hitches in his throat.

Iwaizumi offers him the cigarette without turning to look at him and Kenma accepts it gratefully. He takes a generous drag of his own and the feel of the smoke calms him with its familiarity. Blowing out the smoke with a lengthy exhale, he hands it back to Iwaizumi, and he feels a new bond form. It’s intimate in a way he’s never felt before, warm even when it’s cold, and he actually likes it. Might even get used to it.

He finally turns to face the man and takes in his profile, and it keeps surprising him, how handsome the raven-head really is. “Has Kuroo always been this insufferable?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widen at the question before he starts laughing, loud and deep, and Kenma finds himself smiling along.

“You could say that, though Oikawa is right up there with him.” Iwaizumi winks, a playful smile dancing on his lips, “Don’t tell him I said that though.”

Kenma covers his mouth dramatically and Iwaizumi nods his approval. The two grin and face the street again.

The view isn’t terrible, if Kenma’s being honest. They aren’t high enough for him to feel anxious, but he can easily see the park a few metres away. A sigh of content escapes him and Iwaizumi mirrors it and they just stand there, shrouded by the comfortable silence between them that mingles with the silence of the night.

It’s nice, Kenma decides. It’s nice.

Hurricane AU

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Underrated* but extremely good shots of Yuuri from episode one:

Looking at episode one again, it just is so clear how depressed this sweet boy is in it. Precious Yuuri. Even his eyes just… look sad? 

This is his portrait from the JSF website! It’s a nice shot, but he looks kind of worried in it. I hope he has it replaced with a happier looking one at some point. Sheesh Yuuri, babe. 

I just love the art in this scene? The shadowing is fantastic. Great animation wow!!

Precious and in need of so, so many hugs.

WHY have they not released a high quality version of this poster?? I WANT IT ON MY WALL.

Gorgeous boy. The amount of emotion in this skate is just… wow.

AHHHHHHHHH.

Boy!!

He just looks like he needs life breathed back into him?? He’s trying, he really is. And you KNOW he can do it, but he is… so tired. 

Takeshi: Yuuri you are an adorable ass man, even I can’t deny that shit. 

Sweetest smile.

Working out, looking cute, contemplating things.

I like how Yuuri’s eyes are almost this russet red brown instead of a straight brown. It’s a neat detail. 

Maybe my 8,000 Victor posters will have the answer…

When ur banquet crush is doing ur program and looking sexy AF

Yuuri’s pants legit look like they’re about to fall down here. I’m laughing. But I mean, there’s a naked Russian in the hot spring so I doubt he notices anything like that. 

*again: all shots of Yuuri are underrated because it’s not possible to appreciate him enough.

moments in season 2 that haven’t been fully appreciated by the fandom
  • hunk: “uh oh, i think keith just blew his own mind!” [everyone laughs goodnaturedly, keith looks sheepish but is smiling]
  • pidge geeking out over turing
  • “coran, coran, the gorgeous man!”
  • lance being absolutely adorable multiple times (nicknaming the blade of marmora “marmorites”, yelling “stay away from my friend!” when protecting the yupper that he just met, “i don’t need pants, i’m a mermaid”, “is this a game? i like games!” [ten seconds later] “is this a game? i hate games!”)
  • keith’s “back-lion driving” (and the fact that hunk listens to him lol)
  • allura playing charades with the castle mice
  • keith PILOTING THE FUCKING BLACK LION
  • ALLURA KICKING DRUID ASS AND FIGHTING HAGGAR
  • HAGGAR BEING AN ALTEAN??? ALLURA AND CORAN AREN’T THE ONLY ONES LEFT OF THEIR RACE??
  • the look on shiro’s face when he realizes that keith has a galra knife
  • blade of marmora: “can you corroborate your friend’s story? does this knife belong to him?” shiro, sounding incredibly torn: “….i don’t know”
  • [lance panicking when they’re holding the scaultrite disks] pidge: “hold on tight, lance!”

I just had the most random thought that I now really want to happen.

let me set the scene. the squad is at school, as usual, and marinette, for some reason, has alya’s phone. (wouldn’t put it past her to take someone’s phone considering her track record ayy lmao) she’s taking selfies on it, some super cute but most just pulling incredibly dumb faces. 

then, on the cusp of one hella gorgeous photo where she looks like an actual angel, sunshine boy™ adrien agreste comes over from behind with a friendly and slightly awed* “hey marinette!”
(*he’s a one woman man, of course, but dang. she looked real cute in that almost selfie. can ya really blame him?)

she sees him in the phone screen and she’s shook. her expression transforms into one of pure unadulterated joy and somewhere in the seconds that pass instantaneously and yet feel like hours, she captures a photo right then. he’s in the background, looking incredible as always, and her eyes have just shifted toward him, and her expression is lovestruck. like, undeniably so. but something happens in the moment that prevents her from even noticing or looking back on the photo, and she gives alya her phone back later without having even seen said glorious selfie.

then alya. oh, alya. being the wonderful friend and impeccable wingman she is, she spams the squad group chat (bc don’t even try to tell me they don’t have one) with several of marinette’s selfies, pretending to be mad about mari taking her phone. but they’re all stunning photos, of course. and (, of course, ) the one is included. adrien sees the photo and.. oh dang. has this always been a thing? has this always been her beautiful reaction to simply seeing him? is there a reason she’s so happy? and how has he literally never noticed such elation on her face before?

he messages nino immediately. ‘dude. this photo. marinette looks really happy to see me?? I mean, it looks like she does anyway- maybe I’m reading into it. does this mean anything? is she normally this excited to see her friends?’

nino’s reply is instantaneous.

‘dude. DUDE.’

'what?’ 

'are you actually that blind? pay attention to her expressions and mannerisms the next time u see her. hopefully you’ll understand. we’ll see.’

he follows nino’s instruction and after surprisingly very little time at all, it hits him like a ton of bricks.

she does not, in fact, act this way around all her friends.

that spark of light in her eyes, that elated smile; those are marinette specials reserved for very few things. raspberry macarons, fashion, and apparently:
himself.

“plagg, I think.. I think marinette dupain-cheng likes me.”

Never Judge a Book By Its Cover

You weren’t planning on getting laid today, but if the hot librarian wants to fuck you between the bookshelves, then who are you to complain?


author: buckysbackpackbuckle
pairing:
Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count:
2281
warnings: AU, library sex

author’s note: I’m in the midst of tagging everyone, but I wanted to go ahead and get this published. If you liked my previous post, you will be tagged!

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“Blue Eyed Angel” - Digital Oil Painting

Falling into his eyes is easy. Make sure you hit his mouth with your mouth (softly) on your way down.

This is NOT a Photoshop filter, every stroke is painted by me.

aesthetics edit: ragnar lothbrok x athelstan, university AU

Athelstan is a student, majoring in theology. He spends days and nights with the books until the moment he sees his new professor of Cultural Studies and Scandinavian history, Mr. Ragnar Lothbrok, and oh boy, Athelstan falls so hard for the man. Not just because of his deep voice which sounds like a thunder but also sweet like honey; not because of his gorgeous ocean-like blue eyes which Athelstan is ready to drown in. The man looks more likе a person from some small fishing village somewhere in Norway rather than a typical professor. With his emerging in Athelstan’s life, the young man has started to pray even more because - as he thinks - there is no way a good Christian can have such thoughts about another man. But at the same time, he almost melts on the spot every time Prof.Lothbrok pronounces his name during the class.

A Night in Jail

Summary: you find yourself sharing a jail cell for the night with Dean Winchester, and he tells you his story.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: fluff, maybe slight angst I guess?, kissing!

A/N: yay more Dean! also I pictured younger Dean in my head when writing this so…yeah hahah. 

x x

You sat on the bench in the corner of your cell, watching with interest as an officer opened your cell door and shoved a man inside, slamming him against the wall.

Whoa.

This man was seriously sexy, whoever he was. He had dirty blonde hair, just enough scruff to make you wonder what it felt like between your thighs, and gorgeous green eyes. He was stunning. Looks like tonight won’t be so bad after all, you thought to yourself with a smirk.

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Robots are Pretty

Do we ever get an idea of, like… Cybertronian beauty standards? Like What on Cybertron is considered pretty? I know, for one thing, Tailgate and Knockout are both considered attractive…

But that’s just a pre-ramble (holy fuck was that a pun? best one i ever made)

Imagine a Cybertronian that’s not “pretty” by Cybertronian standards and they’re really insecure about the way they look

Then a lil human is like “you’re gorgeous!” and looks at them like a child looks at a shooting star…

and they’re so happy??? because someone actually thinks they’re beautiful???

honestly i have yet to see a cybertronian i don’t find pretty af

So, look.   I'm not at all surprised Melissa moved me to tears in this episode because she slays me every damn time.  But can I just give a shoutout to Mr. Reedus?

Because that little “Why’d you go?” just about finished me off.  The hurt in his voice, and his body language the whole episode…I think the man is pretty underrated.  He’s really brought Daryl to life, and when he and MMB share scenes?  It’s fucking magic, man.  She’s already a master class (IMO), but when they’re in scenes together, they elevate each other’s game. 

Take note, TPTB.  Forget this whole absence makes the heart grow fonder shit, and reunite these two for good.  They’re each compelling in their right, but together?  Let me just put it this way.  Was Mulder not better when he had Scully by his side?  What about William Adama and Laura Roslin?  I could go on, but I won’t.  And really.  Carol and Daryl, in my mind at least, are just as much a part of each other as these characters are a part of each other. 

So.  Let this latest separation be blessedly short.  Because these two?  Deserve to be together.  They deserve to know love and be able to actually bask in it, openly, for more than 5 damn seconds. 

And hey. If it’s the whole thrill of the chase, longing pining thing you’re afraid of losing, don’t be.  Because I think we all know, MMB and NR are more than up to the task of continuing their beautiful story and taking it forward naturally.  The characters, the portrayers, and the fans have all earned that much. 

Jealous Doctor Strange x Reader SMUT

Stephens POV -

It was supposed to be our night. After countless experiments, sleepless nights and hours spent in the lab Y/N invented a new, advanced method for treatment of severe nerve damage. It was a breaktrought for modern day medicine, and the news spread like wildfire. The World Health Organization invited us to host an official meeting to publicize our discovery. It was hectic, crowded, with flashing lights and all eyes glued onto us, and as much as i enjoyed the attention I couldn’t quite make piece with it. Y/N was breathtakingly gorgeous. Her long black gown hugged her angelic physique and it made her look even more goddess like. I wasn’t the only one who saw that. It seemd like every man in the room wanted her by his side.
I was always a possessive and protective man over the things that were close to my heart. But Y/N wasn’t just a matter of heart anymore, she kissed my mind,body and soul and made me hers entirely, and she was mine. If I could I would have let my jealousy and arrogance lead me on and I would have punched every man who put his arm around her, but this was a public event whose outcome could make both of us advance in our careers. I did not want to ruin this moment for her, and as much as I hated to admit it I was jealous to say the least. I was furious to the point where it was almost uncontainable, and i knew i had to let it out sooner or later. I kept myself distanced trough out the night, observing.
The time was ticking slow, putting me trough agony, making my heart boil even more, but to my joy the night was coming to an end.

I drove us home without saying a word. I gripped onto the stirring wheel tight, as if it was the neck of every man who laid eyes on Y/N. She knew me well and she knew what my silence meant. I always tried to contain my jealousy and anger around her but she read me like a bible.
She let out a chuckle as she puffed her chest out, only fueling my anger and now growing lust. I sped up, rushing to get home so i could let all this emotion out of my system.
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I kicked the door open heavily stomping onto the wooden floor across my apartment. -“ Bedroom. Now. ” - I groaned harshly. Y/N obeyed my order and she let her jacket and bag behind and followed my direction towards the room we shared. She walked slowly, it looked like her feet didnt even touch the ground. She truly was angelic. But above everything, she was mine. And tonight I was going to make her remember it for all eternity.
As she walked trough the door I was already sat down on the side of the bed. She straddled my lap and placed soft kisses along my jaw whilst trying to soften my mood. Her attempt was met by a devilish smirk across my lips and I threw her onto the bed only to place myself above her. Our lips crashed together our lips and tongues fought for dominance. I took the upper hand. Meanwhile my fingers were roaming her body, tracing her every curve. Soon she made her pleasure both visible and audible, for her cheeks were getting redder and moans louder. I ripped her dress off, the sound of the fabric tearing over her skin made an echo trough the room. My blouse was next for the sound of buttons hitting the ground was not to be missed. My pants followed the fate of the previous clothing items shortly after. Our bare flesh made contact which sent shivers down my spine. I made my way down her neck, leaving harsh love bites along the way. Her fingers were tangled into my hair, she was getting impatient. I soon peeled off her bra, leaving her only in her now soaking wet panties. My hands moved toward her chest and held onto her bare flesh, tracing it in a teasing manner. Her hand gripped onto the throbbing buldge inside my briefs. I couldn’t take it anymore. I prompted myself up above her breathtaking body. Removing both her panties and setting my member free. She gasped st the sight of it and spread her legs open, eagerly waiting for her core to embrace it. I placed myself to he entrance and emediately pushed into her with a sharp, almost stabbing thrust which made her scream in pleasure. I muttered curse words under my breath. She was tighter than I could handle. Soon i felt her nails digging red trails down the flesh of my back witch made me inch even closer to my climax. -“Harder…harder” - she squealed and I obeyed her wish as i thrusted into her at an animalistic pace. She threw her head back and continued to moan even louder. My thrust grew sloppy as she clenched tightly around my lenght. We were close. Her fingers tangled into my hair once again as she started to kiss my neck. That sent us both over the egde. We rode out each others orgasms and i collapsed onto the free space next to her.
- “ You should be jealous more often. ” she panted as i myself was trying to get ahold of a steady breathing pattern. I swung my hands around her hips and pulled her into my chest. - “ You are mine, don’t you dare forget that.” - I said in a low husky voice as i placed a kiss onto her forehead. She let out a chuckle and put her palms against my chest. - “ I love you. ” - she whispered while drifting off into a peaceful slumber. - “ I love you too. ”- I said whilst stroking her hair.

neko-crimson  asked:

if coran has been asleep for 10000 years then where is he getting the glasses from? did he just fall out of the cryostasis pod wearing like 10 different pairs on top of each other or what?

Cool-Ran only wore one pair in the cryopod because he’s cultured. He of course keeps a personal cryopod of sunglasses. 

The importance of Jaime and Brienne

Usually I try not to get too caught up in shipping wars, but I just get so angry when people insist Jaime and Brienne don’t love each other.

There are so many romantic stories out there that feature a beautiful girl who learns to love an older, ugly, scarred or damaged man - but how many stories feature a beautiful man who learns to love an ugly woman?

How many of those heartwarming stories about ‘beauty being on the inside’ apply to women? How many stories tell women they’re worthy of love and romance no matter what they look like, that their beauty comes from inside them anyway? When you’ve got the gorgeous Gwendoline Christie playing her, it can be hard to remember Brienne really is ugly. It’s not that she’s just unconventionally attractive or pretty if you squint. Physically, she is ugly. She’s too tall, too big, too strong, too mannish, with missing teeth, disfiguring scars, blemishes, an ill-set face and drooping lips. People recoil when they see her. At first sight she is monstrous and she has been persecuted all her life for her appearance.

And yet, the most beautiful man in Westeros falls in love with her.

Why?

Because she is kind and strong and loyal past the point of sense. Because she is selfless and courageous and unwilling to compromise on her moral integrity. Because she is pure and innocent and naive and idealistic. Because she has endured immense pain and suffering and abuse and never once let it taint her. Because she represents everything he once wanted to be. Because she represents everything he could be. Because she sees him for who he really is. Because he would risk his life to save her. Because she would die to protect him. Because what she looks like doesn’t matter. Because in his eyes, she is beautiful.

This is the story of a handsome man who falls in love with an ugly woman. This is the story of a woman whose worth and desirability comes from her personality, not from her appearance. This is the story of a woman whose beauty is found within. George RR Martin himself said that the story of Jaime and Brienne is like Beauty and the Beast with the genders reversed.

So no, I will not accept a platonic reading of their relationship because this particular love story and all the messages it endorses are simply too important. Jaime and Brienne are in love. End of discussion.

Intimate Saturdays *

A/N: y/n – your name. First person. Word count ~ 1040

The best thing about Saturdays was that Gerald and I always got to be lazy. Another perk was that since it was close to the winter holidays, Gerald baked his world-famous chocolate chip cookies and hot chocolate. I could tell Christmas time was Gerald’s favorite time of the year but the stretched-out grin across his gorgeous face. Since both of us had nothing to do all day, we guys just ate and cuddled while watching Netflix. Although it was a lazy day, I still wanted to look cute for my man so I wore this.

“Babe! How much longer?” I whine, wrapping my arms around G from behind. He was so tall that every time I would hug him I felt like a baby.

“Almost ready,” he informs me, turning around, and kissing me. “You look beautiful.” I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that this nearly perfect man was mine. His lips stayed on mine moving in rhythm. His hands move down from the small of my back to my ass, giving it a nice squeeze. Suddenly, the oven pings signaling the cookies were done. Neither of us wanted to break the heated make out session but neither of us wanted to burn the house down. Gerald breaks the kiss to go get the cookies. Sadly, I meander to the couch and plop down waiting for him to come cuddle.

“Prepare for the best chocolate chip cookies and peppermint hot chocolate you will EVER have in your life,” G exclaims carrying a tray. I reach out and grab a cookie and a mug. I take a big bite out of the cookie and it’s nearly orgasmic.

“Oh, my god! Gerald!” I shout. “These are the best cookies I’ve ever tasted,” I remark.

* An hour or so later *

I stood in the kitchen putting the cookies in a container when a pair of arms loop around my waist and a pair of lips connect with my neck. I couldn’t lie, it felt so good. I lean your head the other way to give him more access. A slight moan escapes my lips as his hand slip underneath my sweater. He massages my chest as more moans escape. He took his hands out of my sweater and leads me from the kitchen to the couch.

“Lay down,” G instructs. I did as I was told. G climbs on top of me when he let out a little huff. I couldn’t help but giggle a little. “What are you laughing at, big head,” he asks while poking my side.

“Nothing. You’re just so funny,” I giggle.

“You won’t be laughing in a minute, little one,” he smirks as he collides his lips with mine. His hands roam to the hem my sweater and pulls it over my head. He reconnects our lips and starts massaging my chest again. He pulls my bralette off my body. He throws my bra to the other side of the living room. He took one of my nipples into his mouth and I couldn’t help but moan. He swirls his tongue around my nipple and takes it in his mouth again. I arch my back in pleasure. He stops the pleasurable torture on that nipple and starts kissing down my body.

His lips reach the top of my leggings and I can’t control myself. I buck my hips up wanting him to continue his sweet torture down there. “A bit excited, aren’t you y/n,” he smirks and grips the sides of my leggings and ever-so slowly pulls them down leaving a trail of wet kisses. In anticipation, I kick off my boots. He pulls off my leggings and throws it where the clothing pile is at. He sits up and pulls off his sweater and sweats leaving both of us in only our underwear. He lifts my leg and moves it to the other side of his head. He kisses the inside of my thighs making me moan out. “You like that, baby,” G smiles as he disappears between my legs.

“Please daddy,” I beg.

“Are you gonna be a good girl,” G teases as he kisses my clothed entrance.

“Of course, daddy,” I whimper. G smirks and grabs the sides of my panties and throws them in the pile. His tongue licks my clit as he teases my entrance with his fingers. His free hand rests on top of my stomach to stop me from fidgeting. I can’t help myself. It feels so good. “Daddy I need you,” I moan.

“Oh yeah,” G asks. I nod my head practically begging him. He stood up and slid his boxers down. His length springs out and I let out a groan. He climbs back on top of me and kisses me. Slowly he deepens the kiss as his hand reaches down and presses his tip into my entrance.

“Gerald,” I moan out loudly. He thrusts it all the way in and sits there for a minute. His lips wander from my lips along my jaw and down to my neck. He sucks on it, flicking his tongue over the freshly made hickey. He slowly pulls out of me and slams back into me. His pace picks up making me wrap my legs around his hips. It’s so good that I drag my nails down his back and scream out his name. I feel my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach. G’s thrusts became sloppy. “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” I weakly moan as the tension of my orgasm release causing me to arch my back and scream out Gerald’s name. I could feel Gerald release inside of me as he bit down on my neck. After a minute or so passes, he pulls out of me as we both catch our breath.

“You’re too cute,” Gerald says to me as he puts on his boxers. I blush at him as he gathers my panties and sweater to put on. I put on my clothes then laid down on my side. G climbs behind me and kisses me.

“I love you,” I said, rubbing the hand he had wrapped around my waist.

“I love you too baby girl,” he said back and kissed my shoulder.

Three Days

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x reader
Warnings: smut, swearing, fluff 

Originally posted by little--batman

‘Hey, you again' 

You look up to meet a pair of bright blue eyes belonging to a gorgeous man, smiling widely. You recognized him from three days ago, walking straight into him whilst struggling to hold on to your, well, life basically. 

You just locked the door to your apartment, arms clutching to your leather bindings, full of writing. You were in a hurry to meet your publisher, your mind still soundly asleep in bed, completely functioning on autopilot. Coffee in one hand, your bag barely dangling from your shoulder. 

Without looking where you were going, hence: autopilot, you walked towards your car. Before you set two steps out of the walkway from your front door, your frame met with something that resembled a brick wall making you drop pretty much everything from your arms. You looked to he ground and to your hand and thanked the heavens that your coffee hadn’t been a victim. 

'Oh shit, I’m so sorry’ an apologetic voice sounded next to you.  

Turning towards the sound, you looked at the brick wall that caused you to drop your life on the curb. 

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