oh god this man is so hot

hidden-but  asked:

We all got to know Clem as an easily excited puppy with like half a book of insecurities, so I always have to giggle when some other characters enter the room, see him, and go like "omg, he's HOT" :D

I know right???? Its so cute how everyone’s immediate reaction to Clem is “oh god he’s the most beautiful man alive and he’s so kind I SWEAR UNDYING LOYALTY TO HIM”

I remember when before episode 10 everyone was like:


“oh is there also a Kazakh skater? Ah he not seems so cool”

 
And during episode 10, when otabek made his appearance, the reaction of all the fandom was:

Originally posted by randomyelly

Originally posted by viktuuryy

 *SPITTING OUT WATER*


“HOLY SHIT MAN, HE IS HOT AF. WE HAVE BEEN BLESSED… KUBO-SENSEI IS OUR GOD”

Bonus:

Originally posted by shouyouu

Originally posted by ellayuki

*whispers* he’s hot even when he skates..

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Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much

Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.

A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)

- M xo

(Gif not mine, credit to owner)

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer. 

Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?

You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.

You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.

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Draco’s Soulmate

so I saw this au where there was a countdown on someone’s wrist to the moment they meet their soulmate and I’m a sucker for soulmate and muggle au’s so I decided to write one! I might do one in Harry’s POV if y’all want me to. Enjoy!

3 minutes and 34 seconds. The nerves were growing inside him. Draco had always strived to look his best, however this morning nothing seemed right. Even though his hair was perfectly styled and he tried to look casual but not too casual (even though the man almost always wore a suit). Today he wore a white button up under a black blazer and black skinny jeans. Draco didn’t think it was possible for someone to feel overdressed and underdressed at the same time, but that’s what he was feeling.

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Cat Got Your Tongue Pt.2 (M)

Taco’s not so fluffy anymore, and you run into quite a few unexpected faces.

Word count: 7.4 k

Genre: Comedy, smut, fluff, a touch of angst, a lot of naked Tae

A/N: Hi! I’m so sorry this took forever to come out and I really hope I did it justice. Thank you everyone who was so patient with me, I really appreciate you all and your understanding means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think! Special thanks to @jiminniemouse @seoulscapes & @kittae for proofreading this trash and motivating me to complete it!

Part 1 here

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anonymous asked:

as long as we're talking about stiles as hale bait, can i just say that i've always wanted to find an au fic in which stiles finds out that he accidentally has dated/slept with like half the hale family? like he and derek meet and start dating and it's totally love and then derek takes him home and oh shit. there's his first highschool girlfriend who things ended awkwardly with aka cousin malia. who has her mom's last name since her parents never got married.

and then cora comes downstairs and oh hey cora! awesome. they dated for a bit in college but there wasn’t much of a spark so it only last a few months and then they actually became total bros. like he’s still really good friends with her? he probably should have made the connection between hale and hale, but he met cora at berkeley and she doesn’t talk about her family that much so it didn’t occur to him. still this is getting kind of weird? and then there’s “cousin” (packmate) erica who stiles

had a brief friends with benefits kind of thing with last year. no big, right? and then oh shit why does that older guy sitting next to derek’s parents and leering at him look so familiar? or right, he met him at a club one time when he was in between significant other’s and they hooked up in the bathroom. and apparently he’s the father of his first girlfriend. awwwkward. stiles has never felt so uncomfortable and confused in his life. why is this happening to him?

what is up with this family and him? is he some kind of hale-sexual or something? he’d been operating under the assumption that he was bi, but apparently all the people he’s ever been attracted to are part of this family. derek meanwhile has wrapped himself jealously around stiles and is glaring at everyone is his family including his parents (who honestly do not have any designs on their son’s boyfriend) and laura. who has not stopped laughing since they figured out what was going on.


I need to read a long fic on this! 

Because at first Stiles is like, “Derek, are you punking me?” 

And Derek is all, “What?” 

“Are you punking me?” Stiles eyes grow wide. “Oh my god. Is this an intervention? Do I do something weird in bed and you all got together to tell me to stop it?” 

“Do you do something weird in bed.” It’s not even a question. Derek has no idea what the fuck is going on at this point. 

“Derek! These people are not your family.” 

“They are,” Derek says. 

“Oh. My. God.” Stiles is three shades paler than usual. “Derek, I have slept with all of these people.” 

“What?” It’s Derek’s turn to go pale. 

Stiles points them all out. “Malia, hi, haven’t see you since high school. Nice blonde girl from the bakery whose name escapes me now and I am so, so sorry, hello.” He swallows and his throat clicks. “Hot older dude from the club.” 

“Peter,” the man says, extending his hand. He flashes a wicked smile. “Peter Hale. I’m Malia’s father.” 

Stiles squeaks. 

Derek bats his hand away and growls. 

“Um, Cora, yep, really should have put that together, I guess,” Stiles says, raking his fingers through his hair. “Um, Isaac, right? From my political science class last year. And…” His jaw drops when Laura grins at him. 

“Laura lives in New York,” Derek growls. “She literally lives in New York.” 

“Second stall in the Terminal Three bathroom at LAX, right?” Laura asks, and gives Stiles the finger guns. 

“Oh god,” Stiles says. 

All in all, it’s one of Derek’s most interesting family dinners. Alan Deaton thinks it has something to do with their wolves being drawn to Stiles, in knowing that he’d be a good fit for the pack. Stiles is mortified, but Derek’s surprisingly okay with it. 

He’s just glad that when his parents finally made it downstairs that Stiles didn’t recognise them too… 

He takes quite a lot of comfort in that, actually. 

Seeing Hoechlin with his salt and pepper beard got me thinking about Derek Hale with beard mascara (That’s a thing, look it up) and then…

Like, Derek turns 30 and the pack is off doing god knows what at college, when one day he finds a grey hair in his beard and he gets so fucking insecure so he buys the beard mascara and he covers it all up.

Then one day, suddenly, Stiles is in his loft after he’s taken a shower and he walks out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and Stiles says, “Are those grey hairs?”

And Derek’s heart starts pounding because it’s Stiles and he didn’t want Stiles to see that, not just because Stiles likes to make jokes and poke fun at him but also because Derek might like Stiles a little. Or a lot.

And he says, “Let it go, Stiles.”

But Stiles, being Stiles, doesn’t listen and gets all up in his space and cups Derek’s face and tilts it and Derek knows what he’s seeing, grey hairs glinting in the light. He has to concentrate to hold his claws back and he’s so ready for Stiles to make a joke about becoming an old man, fucking tensed for it when Stiles says, “Oh my god, that is both hot and adorable.”

Which, what. What. That hadn’t been at all what Derek had been expecting, but now Stiles is staring at him, mouth open and pupils blown and Derek wants to kiss him so bad. So he does, and again, and again, and he laughs when Stiles runs his fingers through his beard, trying to find the grey hairs by touch, and Stiles laughs with him.

- the end -

When Cass is out with one of her brothers and gets catcalled by some random gross dude:

  • Dick pretends the catcaller was addressing him (“Looking hot!” *pretends to gasp & swoon* “Oh my god, you really think so?”)
  • Jason gives the catcaller a lecture about sexism while brandishing a gun (“Do you know how hard it is for women already without your shitty comments in the mix?”)
  • Tim turns and looks the catcaller dead in the eyes, managing to convey enough nights of sleeplessness and years of depression to scare the guy into silence (“…” “…I’m gonna go.”)
  • Duke sighs, rolls his eyes, then takes the direct route (“Man, will you do us all a favor and shut the hell up?”)
  • Damian pulls a knife and stabs the catcaller in the leg
Hot Chocolate

warnings: possible second hand embarrassment 

words: 1,201

pairing: peter parker x reader

request: ok ok how about an au where the reader works at a restaurant or something and peter comes in there a lot JUST TO SEE HER

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Harry’s Soulmate

Since the response to Draco’s Soulmate was amazing (and also bc it was Harry’s birthday on Monday) I decided to write it from Harry’s perspective! I still cannot believe the other fanfic has over 900 notes! That’s actually insane. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this just as much!

“Today’s the day isn’t it?” Ron asked when Harry entered the kitchen this morning to make himself breakfast. Harry sighed and nodded. He didn’t really care about soulmates. Thought it was rubbish to have to be forced together with someone just because the “universe” said so. He’d much rather find love on his own.

“Come on, Harry. You’re not even the least bit curious as to who she is?” Harry rolled his and continued to make his breakfast. “Harry?”

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Chris Evans at a Party Would Include:

  • Jesus that kid can drink
  • he wants to play all the drinking games
    • “Mm, one game, baby. Just one.”
  • He is so handsy
  • he understands if you don’t want to drink
    • but he still spends every ten seconds asking if you want a sip
  • “hold my drink babe” before he does something weird
  • not letting you out of his sight
  • holding you really close to him
  • going up to everyone he sees so he can “show you off”
    • “look at this beauty, right? I bet you’re jealous.”
  • “Dance with me”
    • Very bad dancing on his part
    • also at least attempting to grind on you
  • holding his dance while he tries to kiss you and spilling all over you
    • “Oh man! Oh, I’m so sorry. Jeez. Let me help you.”
      • getting really flustered when you take your shirt off
        • “I wanna take you right now. Please, baby, god it’d be so hot.”
      • again. very handsy.
      • manhandling and pushing you to a wall so he can kiss you as much as he wants (and you allow)
  • he just laughs the whole way home
  • really bad hangover 
Newt Scamander’s Fantastic Guide to Percival Graves

(and the sounds he makes)

for the lovely @kaciart, who’s been going through some tough times recently and wanted some gramander hc’s to cheer her up ! wanted to do sound since i haven’t seen many hc lists like that yet

newt scamander’s favorite percival graves sounds, as ordered in the scribbled pages of his observational field journal: 

  • his sleepy, quiet morning grumbles 
    • MACUSA men sleep like the dead, graves insists, and are sharp, alert guardians of the law– but that doesn’t mean they aren’t a little groggy in between those two states, before they’ve had their first cup of coffee (black, no sugar) 
  • when he wraps around newt from behind and hums against the nape of his neck, nosing in beneath his curls. newt swears he can feel the reverberation of this in his entire body, there, like he is an instrument, a vessel, and graves can play him just right just by breathing
  • the gentle gurgling of his stomach when newt lays his head upon the warm, pale softness of it to take a nap
  • the sizzle-hum of his magic, which hangs about him like a constant, particular and dark, a sound like the expectant space between thunderclaps 
  • when he mutters “good girl” to the niffler after she’s brought him his cufflinks in the morning
    • especially when he does this deep and gentle, like he thinks newt can’t hear it from the other room
  • the miscellaneous rustling of him
  • the scrape of his straight razor on his cheek
  • the comfortable shuff when he lets newt push his hands through that salt and pepper hair, loose and long with no product in it
  • when he groans while newt rubs his temples after a stressful day at the office
  • the Director Voice
  • the sensuous, dry purse of his lips around a cigarette and the slow and crackling draw of smoke in his lungs
  • the little sighs he makes when he’s kissed
    • and the pleasing, tart crossness in his voice when newt brings it up afterwards
  • the sound of him pissing like a racehorse in their bathroom next door after he’s fucked newt through two toe-curling orgasms and doggedly up to the edge of a third 
  • the particular way he breaks when he comes
  • how snarls when he casts a hex, wordless, guttural and crooked  
  • how he laughs, barked and bitterish, but true
  • how he snorts
  • how he swears 
    • this is so hot, mostly because it reminds newt that this man is every inch a brooklynite
      • jesus fucking christ, PR is so incompetent these days
      • i could use a fucking drink 
      • fuck, look at you, newt, oh my god–
  • how he says i love you, which is to say: the clanking and beating and carrying on of his tired, old heart, persisting beneath newt’s gentle hand 

I was just reading the comments to @porcupine-girl’s coffee shop AU Here Come the Dreams (it’s lovely, by the way) and I thought of a prompt: Openly gay NHL prodigy Eric Bittle, just recruited to the Falconers, stumbles upon a wonderful coffeeshop in the his new team’s home town. He doesn’t understand why the handsome young man behind the counter (Jack Zimmermann, who opened his shop in Providence before the NHL put a team there) is acting so strangely, but Bitty loves the man’s coffee and loves the man’s latte art.

(Jack, meanwhile, is d y i n g, because Eric Bittle is everything he wanted to be?? and so hot??? and is FLIRTING WITH HIM he cannot even deal)

The Storm Part 2

 A/N: Well Here’s part two with smut, brought to you by popular demand. Jeez, feel free to critique me, its been almost two years since I’ve written a smut and putting sex into words is really difficult. And thanks @pigwidgeonpln for the idea for the end of this fic. Enjoy guys! 

Warnings: S M U T, ORAL SEX, UNPROTECTED SEX (whoops). THis is literally just smut.

Word Count: 1714

Part 1

Masterlist

Peter laughed and led you into his bedroom.

You walked in and Peter closed the door behind you.

“I can’t even see you, Parker,”

“Would it be too cliche if I were to light some candles?” Peter asked.

“Absolutely,”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Peter asked, moving towards you.

He placed a light hand on your face, and another on your hip. Peter leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. You parted your lips, allowing Peter to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moved your hand up to Peter’s hair, tangling your fingers in his curls.

Peter began walking towards his bed, forcing you to walk backwards while holding onto him. When your hit the bed, Peter lowered you back onto it.

He lifted his face away from yours, allowing you to scooch back on his single bed. Peter hovered above you, leaning down to kiss you again.

Peter slowly ran his hands up your stomach, lifting your shirt up.

“Can I take this off?” He asked.

“Only if I can take yours off,”

Peter smiled, sitting up so he was straddling you and lifted his shirt over his head, throwing it onto the floor.

“Your turn,”

You sat up slightly, Allowing Peter to remove your shirt. Peter then made his best attempts to remove your bra. After he struggled for a moment he managed to unclasp it. You let it slip off your arms, and threw it onto the ground with the your shirts.

Once once they off he leaned down to kiss you again. Peter kissed beside your mouth, trailing small kisses until he reached your neck where he gently started sucking. He left one hand on your waist, and used the other to massage your breast. He rolled your nipple in his fingers, ever so slightly pinching it.

You moaned, raking your nails down Peters back. Peter began kneading your breast harder with each moan you let out. You could feel pleasure pulsating through you, right to your core.

Peter slowly began moving his way down your body. Pausing only to nip at your breast.

You felt Peter’s hands on the waist band of your pants “Can I take these off?”

“You know the rules, Parker,” You said.

Peter chuckled. Slowly removing your pants and tossing them on the floor. He stood, and removed both his pants and boxers.

His dick rolled up on to his stomach as soon as his boxers made it to his thighs.

You removed your underwear and tossed them on to the bedroom floor.

“That all for me, Parker?” You ask,

“You know it, darling,”

Peter separated your legs and lied down in between them. He left sloppy kisses up your thigh until he reached your centre. His hands travelled slowly up your thighs,

“Please, Peter,”

“Be patient, darling,”

Peter ran a finger though your lips,

“You’re so wet for me, Y/N,”

You moaned as Peter teased a finger in and out of you. He ran his tongue over your clit in small strokes. You moaned and arched your back, running your fingers through Peter’s hair.

“Oh god,” you moaned.

Your body began shaking as Peter ran his tongue back and forth across your clit. Peter slid two fingers into you and began pumping them in and out of you, curling them against your g-spot.

You began moaning louder, grasping his hair, pulling him closer to you.

He licked tight circles over your clit, causing you to begin rocking against his mouth.

“Don’t stop,” you breathed

Peter pressed his tongue down hard on your clit, pushing his fingers into you hard.

You moaned Peter’s name, your walls pulsating on his fingers. As you ran through your orgasm Peter continued to lick at your clit.

You could still feel your orgasm pulsating through you when you pulled Peter’s head away from you, closing your legs, letting your body twitch through your orgasm.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

Peter moved your hands away, and separated your legs once more, licking all the cum that was spilling out of your lips.

When Peter finally pulled his head up, he looked right into your eyes and smiled.

“Way better than the pizza we had,”

You laughed, “It’s your turn, Parker,”

You and Peter switched places so he was now lying on his bed while you straddled his legs.

You gripped Peter’s cock in your hand, running your thumb over the premium dripping out of the tip.

“Fuck,” Peter moaned.

You moved Peter’s legs apart and kneeled in between them.

You wrapped your hand around the base of Peter’s dick as you slowly began sucking on the tip.

“Y/N,” Peter moaned.

You took that as a sign to begin moving your hand faster, taking in more of his dick in your mouth.

Peter slid his hand through your hair, moaning as your began sucking down harder.

You ran your tongue around, and Peter began bucking his hips, desperate for more.

You quickly bobbed your head up and down on Peter’s cock, taking in as much as you could.

“Fuck, Y/N,”

You could feel yourself getting wetter with each sound that came out of Peter’s mouth.

Peter’s dick twitched as you ran your tongue over the tip in circles.

Peter balled up your hair in his hand, and you went down on him as hard as you could. He gently pushed your head down, and you began to speed up.

You began to roll his balls in your hand as you continued to go down hard on his cock.

You moaned around his cock, causing his whole body to shudder. You looked up at Peter, his eyes were closed, and he was biting his bottom lip.

Suddenly Peter let out a loud moan as warm cum began shooting into your mouth.

You slowly removed your mouth from Peter’s dick, giving him a minute to cool down.

You moved to lie down next to Peter.

“Damn, Y/N. That was way better than Back to the Future,”

You laughed, placing a light kiss to Peter’s neck.

“I think you should keep kissing me there,” Peter said.

You smiled at him, leaning towards his neck, placing sloppy kisses close to his jawline. You moved your hand down, and began stroking Peter’s dick.

“God, Y/N, you’re so perfect,”

Peter ran his hands up your back, tracing small shapes along your spine.

Eventually you pulled away from his neck, “Fuck me, Peter,”

Peter flipped you on to your back so he was hovering over you. You ran your hands through Peter’s messy curls as he sucked on one of your breasts.

He brought one of his hands down and began massaging your clit with his thumb.

“So wet for me, Y/N,”

You could feel Peter’s dick twitch against your thigh,

“Fuck me, Peter,” you begged.

Peter moved his attention away from your boobs, and down to your vagina. He grabbed his dick, and slowly inched into you. You both moaned at how amazing it felt.

Peter began slowly rocking into you. He kept his fingers on your clit, moving them in small circles.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

You wrapped your legs around Peter, “Harder,” you begged.

Peter began slowly speeding up his thrusts, with each thrust, hitting your g-spot. You raked your nails down his back, surely leaving marks.

Peter kept getting faster, you were moaning like crazy, digging your nails into his back.

He began sucking on your neck, pressing his body tight against yours. His fingers began to speed up, pressing your clit harder with each thrust into you.

“Pete- oh god- i’m gonna come,” You moaned.

You both were thrusting into each other as hard as you could. Peter could feel you clench down on him as your walls came tumbling down, hot come pouring out of you. Peter thrust into you a few more times before pulling out and coming on your stomach.

Peter rolled over so you were both sharing the small space of his bed.

You were both lying there, staring at the bunk above you, breathing heavily.

“Man, you really know how to throw a movie night,” You said.

Peter laughed.

“And you said May’s away all weekend?”

Peter leaned down and placed a sloppy kiss on your lips.

“Yes she is,”

“I think we should do this every movie night,” you decided.

“Yeah, I think Ned would have something to say about that,” Peter laughed.

Eventually, you and Peter got cleaned up, and ready for bed.

“Hopefully the power’s back on tomorrow,” you said, cuddling up to Peter’s side in bed.

“If not, I think we’ll be able to think of something to do,” Peter smiled and placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight, Parker,”

“Goodnight, darling,”

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On Monday, you were standing with Peter at his locker when Ned ran up to you guys.

“Hey guys!” Ned said.

“Hey Ned,” Peter said.

“Did you guys end up doing movie night without me?” Ned asked.

“Yeah, we did,” You answered.

“I heard the storm knocked out the power in all of Queens, How did you guys even watch anything?”

“I had Back the the Future on my laptop,” Peter said.

“Oh,” Ned said.

Peter continued to pull things out of his locker while you and Ned stood and waited for him.

Ned was looking at Peter strangely.

“Peter?” Ned said

“Yeah,”

“Is that a hickey?” Ned asked.

Peter quickly covered his neck with his hand and turned to look at you with wide eyes.

You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Oh my god- you guys didn’t watch a movie!”

“Are you two together now? Like are you dating?” Ned continued.

You smiled, “Yes, we are,”

“Finally!” Ned exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes and placed a light kiss on Peter’s cheek.

“So wait, you guys had sex?” Ned whispered, leaning in closer to the two of you.

“Ned!” You exclaimed.

“Three times, two days,” Peter whispered back.

“Peter!”

Marichat May Day 14: Age Up Chat

*shrugs* This is super random but oh well.


Marinette was used to have late nights, especially when she was working on commissions. It was one of those nights. As Marinette was finishing knitting a scarf, she heard a commotion from her balcony. Tikki was still sleeping soundly on her pillow so Marinette glanced at the ceiling thoughtfully. Yeah, she could handle a random thief. Grabbing a wonderful hard wood bat she bought from a street market Marinette made her way carefully up the stairs and pushed the skylight open. She moved as fast as she could, jumping at the intruder and placing a couple of good hits. The man (he was obviously a man judging by the frame) gave a couple of indignant noises as he tried to defend himself.

“Not again, why are you always doing this to me?”

Marinette stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed just who she was hitting.

“Oh my God, Chat Noir! I’m so… sorry?”

This was Chat Noir, but it wasn’t her Chat Noir. He was obviously older, with his hair longer and put in a messy ponytail. He was much taller than her Chat, he was easily 1,95. His jaw was more defined and his body more muscled and… he was insanely hot. Not that her Chat wasn’t hot, but while hers was cookies just taken out of the oven hot, this older Chat was lava during volcano eruption hot. Okay Marinette, get a grip, he was hot, but he could be dangerous. She pointed at him with her bat.

“Explain.” she growled.

Chat blinked at her in surprise, but then his lips curled in a fond and (dare she say it?) loving smile. “Time-related akuma, sweet princess. I will probably be back before you know it.”

Marinette narrowed her eyes. She could believe it was an akuma doing. And he used the nickname he had for her and it isn’t something an akuma would know, so he couldn’t be a fake. Marinette lowered her bat. “Wanna join me? I’m pretty sure I have some ice cream cake left in the fridge.”

Chat’s, incredibly gorgeous, face lit up. “Of course! See, that’s one of the many reasons why I married you.”

The bat fell out of Marinette’s hands.

“You WHAT?”

Do my makeup? // Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Mark, Haechan, & Ten

T A E Y O N G //

Originally posted by nctjay

  • Flustered?
  • He’d be so gentle though
  • Pastels and soft colors
  • ‘You have the prettiest lips’
  • Honestly the cutest little squish
  • Probably a tad shaky, horrified to stab you in the eye
  • ‘Maybe you should do the eyeliner’
  • ‘I trust you, Yong, you’ll do fine’
  • Literal panic attack


T A E I L //

Originally posted by dimplesjae

  • Surprisingly very good at it
  • Very calm despite being nervous
  • Awkward af
  • Doesn’t say too much
  • Occasionally asks what something is
  • Makes sure everything ‘perfectly matches your lovely light/dark skin’
  • Very proud of himself honestly


J O H N N Y //

Originally posted by fy1ao

  • Sweetheart
  • Expect many compliments
  • Touches you like you might shatter
  • Really loves your eyes
  • Kinda stops to stare into them
  • ‘John.. what are you doing?’
  • ‘Just enjoying the view’
  • Greasier than popeye’s fried chicken
  • Really just happy to be so close to you
  • Wonders why you trust him near your eye though


M A R K //

Originally posted by neotechs

  • Heavy breathing
  • Random English
  • Awkward teenage ball
  • ‘Mark, you’re shaking.’
  • ‘Oh man, am I? When did it get so hot in here?’
  • Sh a k y
  • Honestly does his best
  • Doesn’t screw up
  • The result is a lot better than you expected
  • ‘How… can you do eyeliner better than me, you can’t even look me in the eye half the time.’


H A E C H A N //

Originally posted by dovounq

  • ‘I got this.’
  • Confidence overloads his ass
  • Mostly likely poked you iris three times
  • ‘Is my eye bleeding yet?’
  • ‘Stop being so dramatic’
  • Stab
  • Doesn’t do too bad
  • Slightly uneven wings
  • Wrong shade of lipstick
  • But, he thinks you look ‘so beautiful, God, I’m dating a God/dess’


T E N //

Originally posted by nctaezen

  • He honestly didn’t want to
  • ‘But, you don’t even need makeup so.. why?’
  • ‘You wear more makeup than me, and you don’t need it so.. why?’
  • Shuts up entirely, faking such a dramatic offended expression
  • He’s pretty stable
  • Doesn’t mess up
  • Just, another one to almost blind you
  • Bright smiles the whole time
  • ‘It’s like.. adding color to an already amazingly beautiful canvas’
  • He’s another cheesy one, too
Tony Stark/Iron Man - You Look So Familiar

Originally posted by theperkybuttofrdj

Tony runs into a 14-year-old girl outside of a coffee shop and spills his coffee. When she freaks out and tries to run away, he stops her and asks her if she’s okay and notices that she looks very familiar. He takes her back to the tower to get cleaned up and Natasha points out that she looks just like him. So, Tony tests her DNA and finds out she’s his.

Requested by: Anon

Pairing: Tony x Daughter!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Tony Stark, Harold “Happy” Hogan, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson. Peter Parker, Thor Odinson, James “Rhodey” Rhodes (Mentioned)

A/N: Thank you to @mo320 and @molethemollie for being my betas for this!

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