mr. shoe

3

The first rule about fighting a leprechaun is do not talk to the leprechaun. It only encourages him.

Bearded Bucky.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry guys. I’ve got two series to continue but this man is killing me. I couldn’t stop myself from doing this so I hope you like it. Dishonour on you, Mr. Stan.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Bearded Sebastian, 18+ (If you are a minor, go away), NSFW, Oral Sex (I mean, OF COURSE), Language, Unprotected sex (Wrap it! Use a condom!), .

Words: 2.476


You groaned as Natasha pressed her knee on your chest, sending you to the mat. Your muscles ached and you knew there would be new bruises the following day. 

Your friend looked at you from above, a smirked on her plump and perfect lips. You snored and accepted the hand she was offering you, standing up. On the other side of the room you heard the noise of objects being broken as Wanda used her powers.

You three were the only inhabitants in the Tower at that time along with Tony. He had refused to go with the rest of the time to a mission, argumenting he was too old for that. Nat had replied that maybe he should give the Iron Man suit to a younger man and he had looked daggers at her.

“If Capsicle is able to do it, I can”

“Yeah, the only difference is that even though he’s ninety-something, he looks and feels like a twenty-something young man” You had added, sipping your drink.

“Okay, you two won’t stay in my Tower anymore”

And there you were. That day Scott would bring Cassie as he had to go somewhere to a mission that you didn’t recall. It didn’t matter. The little girl loved the team. 

“So…what do you say?” Natasha started as she took her bag. “Party on Saturday?”

“Yeah, why not? Let’s have a girls’ night now they’re gone”

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anonymous asked:

Just think jealous Shawn at a party or something and he's like hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek and making sure that guy that keeps looking at you knows that you are definitely his and like dirty looks and waist grabs and kisses that last a bit longer because Shawn needs to be reassured your into him and ugh

He’s got his arms wrapped around you like it’s got a purpose.

Got his head snuggled into your neck as J Cole plays through his friends house, and as the hard back beat floods through your ears, Shawn joins with the soft feel of his lip. He’s insatiable – has been all night. Couldn’t keep his hands off of you, was always bobbing around like a lost puppy.

At first it was just a slung arm over the shoulder, but now it’s a full blown assault – arms wrapped around your waist, head on your shoulder as he sways your intertwined bodies to the music.

You went to comment on it, but when you’d turned to him over your shoulder, he’d sent you a look like he’d been caught – eyes semi wide and smile even wider. Winked – carried on what he was doing (even tightened his arms around your waist and started brushing his lips across your bare neck)

You’re feeling a little second hand embarrassment, public displays of affection isn’t really your thing (especially when you’re mid conversation, chatting about that one time when Jenny fell through a roof running from the cops, it’s interesting, but god dammit Shawn’s distracting you)

It’s only when Shawn’s kisses start to last a little longer, lips linger, fingers slip onto the waistband of your jeans do you comment. The group of people you were talking to has gone – off to get a refill – and it’s just the pair of you, Shawn leaving puckered welts across the shell of your neck.

You lean back a little, reveal in the feel of his desperate kisses before you reach around and run your fingers through the curls at the base of his skull.

He gives you a soft hum of appreciation. “What’re you doing bubs?” You go, letting out a breathy laugh as you close your eyes and sigh into him. He grins against your neck, moving you to the now mellow melody slipping through the speakers – swaying you with his hips and grip at your waist.

“Lovin’ on you” he mumbles in return. You feel him speed up with a hollow groan, mouth suck a little too hard at the shell of your neck and you turn, catching him by surprise when you face him.

He’s got a knitted brow, almost looks like he’s sulking – pretty with his red blushed cheeks and swollen lips. He’s been caught, and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, and you brush your fingers across his jaw just as he flicks his eyes over your shoulder.

He’s consumed in something for a second, the brown in his eyes start to bleed black, jaw clenches and he’s got his arms around your waist again. Shawn’s got you splayed against him in a matter of seconds, hands suddenly pushing up against his shoulders as he looks down at you – under his lashes – with a sly, yet visibly tense, smile on his face.

“Shawn, what the hell?” You comment, still playful, but he knows you’re confused at his sudden show of affection. Instead of answering your question, he licks his lips and looks at yours.

Moving one hand from your waist, he reaches up and brushes his thumb across your cheek. “You okay?” You speak, frowning. He tries to send you a reassuring smile, yet it falters when he checks up on whatever is over your shoulder. Frowning further, you turn and follow his gaze, finding the reason for his frustration and it’s holding a red solo cup and a hungry gaze.

"Will be when that asshole stops staring”

"Probably looking at you babe” you try to joke while stifling a laugh – the guy looks away for a second and tries to focus on the wall just as Shawn snorts. “Don’t think I’m his type”

You glance at your boyfriend who’s all jealous and frustrated, all pursed lips and heated eyes and honestly? It’s not cute anymore – it’s kinda hot, in a fucked up, needy, possessive kind of way you never knew you liked. “No?” You ask him, quirking a brow before turning back to Mr khakis and polo shirt.

"Want me to go ask him?” You then laugh, and Shawn replies with an inward groan and a roll of his eyes. You turn to him with a grin, and he’s a little less tense, his jaws still clenched though – neck veins prominent as he looks over at Mr boat shoes and digital watch.

“I’ll do it-“ he starts, but before he goes and creates a scene, you clasp his cheeks in your hands and get him to face you. His eyes find yours immediately, settling on your features as his cheeks blush and knit in his brow loosens.

Chewing at your lip, you reach up with a soft smile and catch his lips in yours – quickly running your tongue across his bottom lip with a low hum of adoration.

Shawn falls into it seamlessly, mouth moulding into yours as they rock against each other, kiss a languid yet deliciously heated show of your affection.

His hands slip into the back pockets of your jeans and you don’t miss him give your ass a squeeze, holding the cheeks firm in his wide palms as he chuckles lowly.

“Mine” is all he says, and you don’t even give him a reply because you’re lost in it, in the way he sucks at the tip of your tongue before groaning – low and deep. You only nod desperately, let him be a little dominant because he needs it, needs to be reassured that you’re his and he yours.

You don’t miss him glance out across at Mr body spray and hair gel mid kiss, eyes squinted – dirty – and you run your hands around the back of his head before tugging at his curls. He comes back to you with a smug smile and as you bask in his proud nature, he bumps his lips against yours.

"I’m into you and only you” you whisper, and he nods – knowing it’s true, just can’t help the fleeting thoughts of your inevitable exit.

Just as the song changes, Shawn kisses your lips again and sighs, whispering “My girl” against your lips before he starts to sway you to the different tune with a smug grin plastered on his plump lips.

This is what i imagined would happen if Diabolik lovers and Mystic messenegr meet

Zen: I am the most handsome and talented man in the world of oto-

Ayato: *pushes zen out of the way* It is I, Ore-sama the most cool and powerful man *glares at zen* in the world of-

Zen: *pushes him away* not soo cool now are we-

Ayato: HOW DARE YOU *Pulls his ponytail*

Zen: Not My HAiR- *punch*

Meanwhile•°•°°•°°

Reiji: *sigh* i am so tired of my family

Jumin: same here, and don’t get me started on my father’s womanizing behaviour

Reiji: *eyes widen* Yes same is the case with my father, i mean- *ranting together*

—————-

V: so ……..you play violin ?

Shuu:

V: ok …ill …just let you sleep .. yeah…

V: *puts a blanket on shuu*

Shuu: thanks …..blind man.

V: no need of thanks mr. Shoe.

*yoosung in the distance*

Yoosung : hoW DaRe He TaLk To SoMeoNe -

Kanato: teddy agree’s with you talking is annoying

Kanato: hmmm that blind man will be fun to mess with hehehe

Yoosung: *rubs hands together* i agree-

*RIP V*
____________________________

Seven: i have lots of car but my favourite one is a  

Subaru: DoNt U DaRe-

Seven: Subaru !!! :D

Kino: pfffffttt-

Subaru: i hate everyone here.

Saeran: i agree.

(And that is how they formed the edgiest duo of history and later destroyed the life of their brothers )

April 1973 – Models Endy Cartnell (left), in a spotted sundress and hat, and Selina, in a striped sundress and bolero with 1950s jewellery, in King’s Road, Chelsea, London. They are modelling clothes from Mr Freedom boutique, at its opening on King’s Road

Photo by John Minihan (Irish, born 1946) | Evening Standard / Getty Images

anonymous asked:

Any Suitehearts headcanons?

sandman

-sandpup, father was originally from the city

-devout follower of the phoenix witch, legend has it he helps her bring dreams… if you cross him, they’re nightmares

-voluntarily goes into the city to meet with juvie halls, operates CLANDESTINE INDUSTRIES with the rest of the suitehearts; he helps bring lost souls into the desert and helps them learn the ways of the wild before sending them off on their own

-pretty violent at times, but he really just doesnt think

-has made out with at least a handful of draculoids

-PINK

benzedrine

-city born

-was once a doctor, issued medication and developed it, also was a pediatrician

-he got in trouble after having multiple cases of serving the wrong medication to the wrong patient, holding illegal experiments, and testing medication on himself

-he had a cat that he had to leave behind ):

-he tends to be really cold to outsiders, sometimes its rumored he doesnt have a heart, that he has a big long scar running down his chest… nobody has been able to prove it, but nobody has been able to disprove it, either

-hes surprisingly not the medic, but he does work on gathering supplies and hes actually pretty decent at fisticuffs

-another rumor is that hes more vicious than sandman can be

-trivia wiz

-he burns so fucking bad so hes at a constant need for aloe vera

-hes really gentle with the kids they rescue and sometimes he sings for them when they cant sleep

donnie

-city born, was an idol/celebrity figure

-after a slipup in not taking his medication, he was disgusted with how he was portrayed in the city and what he was supposed to represent, hated the system of it all

-became a juvie hall, was underground for a very long time until he fled to the desert, wanted to abandon the city at all costs

-when he joined the zones he swore off all drugs of any kind so long as it had some mind-altering effect and even struggles with benzedrine sometimes about taking the medicine he provides when theyre sick/injured

-smartass, know-it-all, but it does come in handy, unlike benzedrine’s random trivia

-gets it

-LOATHES tommy

horse shoe

-neutral who got involved with killjoy bands

-joined the movement mostly because it was fun at first, then actually became involved in the message

-the witch likes him for some reason, he doesnt even believe in her really but he always seems to have luck on his side

-eats bugs

-not a great fighter but not the worst

all

-they brought up the sinners

-lesser known than the fab four but still a big name

-located where hollywood was


i have a lot more but this is all i can think of right now (^: i love my boys please ask me more about them!!!!