your smile is pure perfection man

Yuuei Highschool Host Club AU

I just really need this ok

Midoriya Izuku was luck enough to get a scholarship at Yuuei thanks to his relations with All Might. They weren’t really well off so education at those kinds of school are not really within his access. But All Might has given him a chance to go do just that and he’s been studying day and night to get his good grades and become a successful hero. Until, he well got lured lost in the room of a certain host club and broke a vase worth 8M yen. He has then been enslaved worked as a host for the club to pay off the broken vase.

The hosts are the following:

1. Bakugou Katsuki (Bad Boy Tsundere Type) - You will just love Bakugou. Actually, everyone will just kinda love him. Or hate him with a burning passion. There is no in between. He might seem furious but inside his heart is actually a more furious and raged man but beneath all that is actually a boy who is tsundere for you. You may find yourself being careful around him but the longer you linger, the more you catch on to his tsundere charms and then, you are stuck forever. He is actually also very smart, despite his love for profane words. He also won UA’s hero tournament and has been holding the title for  2 years. Also self-proclaimed leader of the host club.

2. Todoroki Shouto (Hot & Cold Type) - Todoroki Shouto is unpredictable if anything. Sometimes, he has the warmest of smiles that get you all jittery and on other days, he has the coldest of stares that will leave you shaking. His capricious nature gets people more interested in him. The reason why Todoroki acts as such is said to be one of the 7 mysteries of Yuuei among others. He is also the son of the top  Hero, Endeavor, although he does not like to talk about it. Never talk to him about Endeavor unless you want to see his cold stares but if you want to see them, then be my guest. But mind you, there are repercussions.

3. Iida Tenya (Serious & Earnest Type) - Iida Tenya is a good choice for first timers at the host club. He is sensible and easy to converse with, although, he sometimes get out of hand with his speeches talking. A true gentleman, this one. He won’t ever push you or make you feel uncomfortable. Sometimes though, the more cunning and devious girls end up teasing him with matters of the heart until he gets beet red and inexplicably flustered. But that is, in its own right, a sight to behold. Most people visit him for that awkward blush.

4. Kirishima Eijirou (Upbeat & Friendly Type) - Kirishima Eijirou is also one that is well recommended for starters. He knows your cues and knows how to read people unlike Iida. Plus, he’s a natural mood maker so if you want light conversation and a good time, he’s the one. He’s also a good listener so if you are having troubles, he’ll gladly lend you an ear and try to give you advice. Has an obsession with ‘manly’ things and there is 101% chance that if you show him something manly, he will become a helpless puppy.

5. Shouji Mezou (Gentle & Kind Type) - Do not let Shouji Mezou’s rough and intimidating exterior fool you. He is actually the kindest of souls. Even as they call him Tentacles because of his quirk, he actually the most gentle of group. Mezou is also a good listener but unlike Kirishima, he rarely gives out advice, if he actually ever does. So if it is him, then you can go pour your heart out.

6. Kaminari Denki (Flirty & Dorky Type) - Kaminari Denki is a natural flirt. He knows your daily pick up lines and the like. You could say he knows how to make you feel the sparks between the two of you. But if you don’t laugh at his jokes or react the way he expects you too, he panics real bad. Most of his visitors actually go just want to go see him flail and be confused because it is actually what makes him cute. Sadly, he does not know about this. His fans will protect that secret to their graves.

7. Midoriya Izuku (Pure & Perfect Type) - Izuku is an idea son man. He is humble and understanding. He can converse with you with pretty much any topic but talk to him about heroes and his eyes glisten like the waters of the sea and his smile, oh god, his smile will dispel all the impurities in your heart. He is a cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. He also will try to help you with 200% of things. Just don’t take advantage of his kindness because that might earn you the wrath of the other guys in the host club *cough* Bakugou *cough* Todoroki *cough*.

scenes and stuff:

But imagine Deku buying ‘commoner coffee’ and Bakugou being angry like “wtf is this shit deku?! i swear” but Deku is saved by Kirishima who fools Bakugou into drinking it as a form of ‘challenge’.

But also imagine Kacchan being hella confused because Deku is cute, CUTE. And Kacchan protecting Deku from one of his less saner fangirls and Deku thanking kacchan but Kacchan refusing the thank you because it is his responsibility, yada yada. But is secretly happy about it.

Kirishima watching in the distance and feeling both happy and sad because Bakugou is rarely ever truly happy but Bakugou is happy because of someone else. Kirishima who has been keeping his feelings with Bakugou at bay until Deku came. Just jealous Kirishima.

And also Deku having to wake up Todoroki, who is terrifying when woken by someone else, because he fell asleep at the host club room. And oh god, Todoroki pulls Deku’s hand when Deku called on him causing Deku to go fall in Todoroki’s chest.

Iida and Izuku reviewing together in the library and accidentally touching each other’s hand while trying to get something because both were too engrossed in studying that they didn’t have time to look.

Club treasurer Tsuyu and secretary Uraraka because someone or in this case some two need to watch the guys in the host club and make sure Izuku is safe and kept pure.

Also, Uraraka making all the guys float when girls begin hording at them in hallways. And Tsuyu retrieving them all with her trusty frog tongue.

Also, Uraraka and Tsuyu always being together and helping each other out that they actually fall in love with each other but the other party thinks they are in love with Izuku so Uraraka and Tsuyu try to set each other up with Izuku when they should just be admitting their love for each other.

Malec Week! Day 4

Malec week! day 4: Greek mythology

(Pygmalion and Galatea AU)

Ivory Beauty       

 There was a king, whose name was Magnus, in Greece whom beauty and kindness were known by all. By all means, he was different from all the other royalties  and mainly, he was lonely and had yet to found someone to share his life.

 It wasn’t that no one wanted that, no, everyday women and men would woo him, would try to win his heart. They were nice but Magnus could see that they only were there for his money and the throne. He had almost been tricked once by one of the women. ‘Never again’ he had promised to himself, and from this day, he remained single and lonely.

 But the king was a man of talent and Magnus spent days and nights in his atelier sewing and sculpting.

 One day, he decided to sculpt the one person who would be his ideal of beauty. He didn’t know them, him, the man he was creating probably didn’t even exist, but if he did, if he did exist,  he would look just like that.

 Magnus worked for weeks on his new masterpiece and forbid anyone to bother him. He needed to be alone for it to be perfect. He needed to be able to focus and get rid of any distraction. He barely even ate.

 In town, people started talking; saying their king was obsessed or worse, that he had gone crazy. That loneliness had ended up eating him alive to the point he lose himself. Some were worried, some pessimistics seemed to think he would soon die and some others kept hoping for their king to come back, all magnificent, all kindness, all himself again.

 It was nighttime when Magnus finished his statue, sweat rolling on his temples, hands calloused from all the work he had put them into. He didn’t dare to look at his piece yet, as if he wouldn’t bear it. He didn’t feel ready. Instead, he went to the small bed he had put in the atelier. He, who often couldn’t sleep, found peace that night.

 Hot rays of sunshine woke him up the next morning and the first thing his eyes laid on was his statue. Magnus breath hitched, because oh, in the name of all the Gods and Goddesses, it was beautiful.

 The man he had carved in ivory was borderline perfect. He was tall, taller than Magnus and his eyes, though devoid of life, had this sweetness the king had never seen in anyone alive before. Wide lips were shaped under a slightly upturned nose gave his face a gracious and gentle aura. The hair despite being carved in the same material seemed messy, wild even. The body was toned and muscular, if one saw it, they would automatically feel the urge to touch. Magnus had never felt so proud and oh is it needed to say he fell in love immediately? He wasn’t one to name his statues but he made an exception for this one. Alexander.

 Magnus didn’t realise at first how madly in love he had fallen. He spent his days staring at him, sometimes touching the cold features of the ivory man, brushing them delicately with the tip of his fingers. He liked to imagine how soft the skin of the man would be if he was real, the colour of his eyes, the colour of his hair, the shade of his lips. Would his skin be tan or as pale as the material he was made of? Would his eyes be brown? Green? Blue? Hazel? Would his hair be blonde? Black? Ginger? Would his lips be a shade of red or a shade of pink? And how would the voice escaping them would sound? Would it be deep and sweet? He thought so. Sometimes, the king would even allow himself to picture the personality of the man. He imagined him to be a shy but straightforward man, loyal, always, and full of love and passion.  And more and more often, he dreamt of him and the love they could share if he was real, if they were together.

 Fantasy was enough at first but slowly, Magnus found himself needing more. Daydreaming made him realise even more how this would never happened, because Alexander, his Alexander was ivory. He was cold and didn’t, couldn’t, feel anything. He couldn’t be aware of Magnus’ love and was a stranger to emotions. He wasn’t real. He was only a fragment of his imagination existing only under the form of a statue. Sadness and despair hit him hard and he closed himself once again. Looking at his statue, at his Alexander only brought him pain and heartbreak.

 The King didn’t know which God or Goddess to pray, which one would ease his pain and make him feel whole again, he just didn’t feel alive anymore. Magnus thought and thought, and finally, he decided to pray Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, she only would hear and understand him, at least he hoped.

 Magnus went to the nearest temple, giving to the Goddess as much richness and presents he could hold and fell to his knees, begging.

       “Ô Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty, please hear my prayer. I fell in love with what is not to be loved in a romantic way and sadness is burying me alive. I beg you Ô my Goddess, free me from my distress.”

 Aphrodite, who knew about the king and the affection he bear for his statue. His Alexander. She had found herself quite impressed and the prayer she received from Magnus, so pained and so heartfelt touched her so much she decided to help him.

 When the Goddess appeared in front of him, Magnus first had a movment of terror, not expecting the visit of such a sacred creature. She was has beautiful as it was said. Her perfection was shining through her whole aura and body and Magnus was mesmerised when she smiled to him.

 “Magnus.” She spoke and her voice was smooth and melodious. “I have seen the love you bear for this man you carved in ivory and I found myself moved by how pure it is. I will not take that love from you but I will grant you something else. This statue of yours you call Alexander, I will grant him to live.” She touched the king’s cheek, now wet with tears. “Love him and show him the world, King Magnus.”

 Magnus blinked and found himself alone in the temple. He got up, his legs shaking, processing what had just happened. Aphrodite had granted Alexander to live. The Goddess had granted him to become real. And at the realisation that his Alexander might be alive right now, he ran to his home, to his atelier, only to find his statue, still unmoving, still ivory. Had he dreamt the Goddess? Had his mind played a cruel trick on him?

 The king walked to his work and touched its cheek. Closing his eyes, he brought his lips to Alexander’s cold ones. It was a goodbye kiss. Tomorrow, out of sorrow, he decided that he will destroy the statue and try to bury this love deep inside of him. But as he was thinking that, the lips between his became warmer, soft even and, surprised, Magnus pulled away, watching with wide eyes whiteness making place for colour and ivory changing to skin and hair and flesh. Soon enough, a young man was facing him.

 His skin still had the colour of ivory but his lips were pink and his eyes were hazel. Black hair was falling on his face and he blinked, confused, looking around him. When his stare finally stopped on Magnus, he shyly smiled as a blush started creeping on his cheeks and never before the king had seen such a sweet and loving smile.

 “Magnus.” He said.

 His voice was deep, almost mysterious and soothing, even better than how Magnus had imagined it. Alexander approached him, hesitant,before brushing the king’s skin like the latter had done so many time with him. Magnus smiled back, and cupped the man, the      real    man, cheeks, and gently made him lean so their foreheads touched.

  “Alexander.” He whispered.

 Their eyes locked for a few second and then, then they kissed. It was soft, it tasted sweet and it felt like life.

anonymous asked:

hey girl, i know this is gonna be difficult but... top 10 k pop daddies? personally my ultimate daddy is jung hoseok like damn boy those hips

okay this is gonna be very difficult you’re right 

so firstly and fore-mostly i have to say that my boyfriend @the-shinee-knight is the ultimate daddy, like daddy level 100 and he taught me so much about kpop so technically he’s a kpop daddy. and if i didn’t put him at the top of this list he would be very disappointed in me and thus everyone on this list is ranked below him 

1. Rap Monster (Namjoon) - BTS 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Highest on the Daddy scale. Still adorable, but the most Daddy to me. Intelligence, leader-ness, the rapper tongue. The Daddy who would eat you out for hours and then run you a hot bubble bath. My fav.

2. S.Coups (Seungcheol) - Seventeen 

Originally posted by scoupstv

You guys all know that Coups is such a Daddy in my heart. The arms, the thighs, the obvious caring, and even the goofy. He’s all Daddy, from head to toe. Will shower his princess in compliments, affection, and endless love. Would recommend. 

3. Ren - Nu’est 

Originally posted by seunggwans

A vastly underappreciated Daddy. Snatched me from the moment I started listening to Nu’est. He’s stubble, and gorgeous, but I really think he’d be a tough Daddy - the BDSM Daddy. Punishes for anything and everything, because you both enjoy it so much, but it also very sweet and caring afterward. Everyone needs to stan him - now

4. Amber - f(x) 

Originally posted by 4smols

I know Amber is a girl, but still such a Daddy. Tattoos, gorgeous tan skin, the arms, the shoulders, the thighs. Along with the charm and the smile. Amber could bent me over her beautiful thigh and spank me and I would gladly ask for more. 

5. Xiumin (Minseok) - EXO 

Originally posted by cosmicdrive

One of my favourite Daddys. EXO is just full of Daddys, like all of them, but Xiu is my bias so he’s my fav of them all. The abs, the arms, the smile. Pure Daddy in a fluffy package. 

6. Suga (Yoongi) - BTS 

Originally posted by lets-fly-away-bts

BTS is another group just brimming with Daddy potential. But Suga is just a Suga Daddy. He would spoil his baby with all brand name, all expensive shit, and then have you suck him off with his cock just out of the fly of his designer jeans. Absolute perfection. 

7. Jeonghan - Seventeen 

Originally posted by gyuhan-17

He’s not as obviously a Daddy for other people, but I completely see it. Put his hair up in a nice little man bun and spank your ass, make some nice hand prints on your cheeks before he would pound into you from behind. He’s totally a Daddy, there’s no denying it. 

8. Chanyeol - EXO 

Originally posted by jungkooktouchbutts

One of the biggest Daddys in EXO. Daddy level 50. Arms, jaw, and again, sweet, sweet, rapper tongue. The type of Daddy who would take his baby out to expensive dinners just to show you off, and get very handsy under the table. Nice. 

9. Jungkook - BTS 

Originally posted by chimchams

The baby Daddy. He has a lot of Daddy potential in him, he just needs to grow past his fear of girls and grow up a little more before he can fully level up in Daddy mode. But he already has the muscles, and probably the dick, he just needs to grow into his Daddy-ness. 

10. Woozi (Jihoon) - Seventeen 

Originally posted by neocolour

The soft Daddy. He could easily be a sub, but his Daddy side is cutesy and soft. The type who loves seeing his baby in pretty, frilly panties and knee socks; would blow on your tummy and always be soft and loving, but also love to give spankies and would love getting blow-jobs under his desk. My Daddy deep down in my heart. 


guide to seventeen
  • s coups: big ears, big chest, big deal, group dad
  • jeonghan: how can one person be this beautiful/the shadiest motherfucker
  • joshua: his wings are more perfect than yours, probably speaking english
  • jun: flirting with the camera 24/7, you're welcome
  • hoshi: dancing: pure charisma, dangerous man. offstage: puns & being silly
  • wonwoo: has that face and that voice but is the sweetest and most cutesy member
  • woozi: has that face and that voice but is 100% murder. is probably mouthing the track filler "woo"s and "yeah"s
  • dokyeom: smiles bigger than his head, his voice cures cancer, definitely doing something stupid with hoshi
  • mingyu: the tallest one, you will gasp when you see his face, the members ignore him when he speaks
  • the8: HUGE EYES, seems shy bc korean isnt his first language but he radiates confidence (and SHADE)
  • seungkwan: he's a main vocal, did you know? did he tell you he was a main vocal? he never stops talking, youre guaranteed to love him
  • vernon: looks like leonardo dicaprio, is either REALLY FEELING IT or is hiding his face
  • dino: MONSTER PERFORMER, has mentioned michael jackson 8 times in the last 30 seconds

anonymous asked:

can you do a scenario with todoroki in the delivery room with his wife and seeing his son for the first time? Ahh I love your blog btw your writing always cheers me up!!

Aaaaa I’m so glad I’m cheering people up! Thank you so much anon, I hope this is what you wanted (\(^-^)/) we can totally pretend this is the continuation to the pregnancy scenario, the first request I had.

The clock ticking was about to drive him insane. Seriously. Each second going by with that constant, maddening clicking noise was sticking one more needle in his throbbing patience. The hospital’s air was dense and it’s characteristic disinfectant smell was making him dizzy. The lighting, of course, was white and dim, almost making the situation surreal, foggy, a never-ending coma dream. Todoroki was walking from one side of the waiting hall to the other, his pace constant and stomping, his forhead and hands sweated, his breath ragged and erratic and his heart beating like crazy.

He was going to sue that fuckin clinic, he was totally doing so. There was no way the labor was experimenting “complications”, there was no way the process could be lasting four full hours, and there was absolutely no way they couldn’t let the father, the DAMN FATHER of the baby into the room. He was about to panic. He needeed to see you were ok, that the baby was ok. He had nothing to do at that stupid hall. Some of your family members were waiting there too, as well as his sister,who was starting to get dizzy from watching him walk around the room.

“Shoto, calm down” she said “it’s gonna be alright, they are fine, the doctors know what they are doing”

“The doctors don’t know shit”


“Seriosuly! I just want to be with her, she’s probably having a hard time and I’m not there to hold her hand!” he was so mad Fuyumi was scared he’ll burn the hospital eventually “I’m the father of that baby, goddamit! If they don’t let me in in the following five minutes, I’m going to find that doctor, I’m going to freeze him into the ground, and then I’ll burn his damn…!”

“Todoroki, Shoto?” an eldery man in a medical gown suddenly opened the door right behind him and grabbed him by the shoulder with a rather firm grip “everything turned out alright, your wife is fine but tired, and your son is healthy. We are sorry for the inconveniences. You can come in now”

His heart went from an accelerated, racing rhythm to not beating at all in less than a second. He had no time to insult the doctor, nor to warn him about how he was goint to sue them, hell, he didn’t even have time to tell himself to get his shit together. Without further ado he hurriedly walked into the room. He was unprepared for all the emotions overflowing, the news came so fast and with no warning for him to digest them properly: joy, love, relief…he couldn’t control the way it all bursted inside of him as he walk through that door and his eyes landed on the image of you holding the baby, his baby, his son, both happy, both safe.

“Hello there” you said, smiling at the loving look in his eyes. Your voice sounded groggy, exhausted, but yet so content as you hugged the creature against your chest.

Todoroki stood still. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t answer, he couldn’t take the amazement out of his sweaty face. All he could do, was staring at that little bundle between your arms, sleeping soundly, still a bit stained with blood, but yet so beautiful.

“Come here” you giggled swiftly, softly, as not to wake the baby “someone wants to meet his daddy”

He got closer to you, slowly, his eyes wide and his mouth opened ajar. He just couldn’t believe it, even though he had nine months to prepare himself, the fear and anguish that had built inside of him during those four consecutive hours of wait at the hall had managed to erase any sense of acknowledgement from his mind.

As he reached the side of the bed you took his hand in yours and he squeezed it, as he sat on the bed right next to you, his eyes never abandoning the child.

He took a hand to the tiny head, caressing the few short locks of hair that had managed to grow. It was soft. Soft as his peaceful, sleeping expression, soft as your hand stroking his, soft as the warm, squishy feeling in his chest. As if he had just been stuffed with cotton. As it there wasn’t wrong in the world. Everything was right. Everything was perfect.

“He’s beautiful” he whispered, cracking a wholehearted smile “so beautiful”

“He got that from daddy it seems” you joked and he gave you a grinning peck on the lips “do you want to hold him?”

He nodded.

As he took him in his arms, the sudden movement made the baby futter his eyes wide open. Todoroki stiffened, fearing he would start crying…but he didn’t. Instead, he proceded to stare at his dad curiously, inquisitive, so innocently and purely it almost caused the man to melt.

“Hello, I’m your dad” he said, chuckling out of mere happiness. The baby just continued to look at him as if he was the world, not understanding his words, but feeling and enjoying the affection with which they were spoken “I will…take care of you, ok? I will make sure you are happy, my boy”

You were moved, seeing your husband in a way you had never seen him before. The love, the sheer adoration was so obvious in his voice and the glint in his eyes. He was going to be such a great father, you knew it. He wasn’t going to repeat the misdeeds of his family but learn from them, and protect his son with everything he got.

You took a hand to his face, pulling his hair back with your fingers, and giggling as you noticed how damp his forhead was.

“Hey, I’m the one who went through labor” you joked “why are you sweating so much?”

“Sorry, I was so nervous out there” he gave a long breath and smiled as he saw the baby grabbing his finger with his tiny, fragil hand “How are you feeling though?”

“Exhausted” you sighed “but way too happy”

He kissed you on the lips, fondly, thanking you. Thanking you for everything. Thanking you for your unconditional love, for such a beautiful, healthy son, for being the perfect mother you surely would be…and thanking you for making him the happiest man on earth.

Maybe, just maybe, there was no need to sue the hospital.

The morning after

Summary: You wake up after an amazing night with Bucky and he doesn’t want you to leave him

Word Count: 780

Warnings: Mentions of smut, Bucky calling you ‘babygirl and some making out

Originally posted by sebastianstanes

You groaned as you felt a ray of sunshine penetrate your half open eyes. You knew you had to get up but all you wanted to do was stay there with your head on Bucky’s bare chest and his arms wrapped around protectively around your waist. You loved the way he held you close as if he was afraid to let you go.

You sighed in content as you looked up at the beautiful sight of the man you loved peacefully asleep. He looked like a vision lied there, he looked so calm and content that the thought of leaving him in bed alone made you feel guilty. You ran your fingers through his messy hair earning a small groan from him; he always loved it when you did that. You planted a chaste kiss to his forehead before removing yourself from the loving embrace he helf you tightly in.

You pulled the sheets from your naked body and gently placed your feet on the floor. The sheets were clinging to your waist leaving the top half of your body exposed. The peaks of your nipples instantly went stiff due to the cold air of the morning. You let out a deep sigh stretching slightly preparing to stand up and get showered and dressed. That never happened because just as you were about to stand up Bucky’s metal arm snaked around your waist pulling you back into bed and on top of him.

You huffed blowing a strand of hair out of your face as Bucky caressed your curves. He lazily smirked at your surprised face

“I need to get up.” You stated not even attempting to move you naked body from Bucky’s equally as naked body.

“You do but you want to stay in bed with me.” Bucky said with a shit-eating grin, his eyes were half closed due to the fact that he was still tired from last night’s activities. You chuckled softly not even bothering to disagree with his statement because it was accurate.

“You’re not gonna let me go are you?” You asked even though you knew what his answer would be.

“No I want to spend the day with you babygirl.” Bucky said as his fingertips lightly trailed over the exposed flesh of your hip. The sheets hung loosely around your waist and Bucky took full advantage of of just how much of you was uncovered.

Your chests were pressed togeher and your faces inches apart. You licked your lips as you glanced down at Bucky’s plump pink lips that were just begging for your wrecked lips. Your’s were swollen from last night’s activities but Bucky loved the sight of them; they were beautifully wrecked. You were too slow because Bucky sat up slightly and captured your lips with his. His fingers tangled in your hair as he tugged on your hair bringing your lips to his closer alllowing him to deepen the kiss. His tongue swiped across your wrecked bottom lip, you quickly parted your lips moaning in the process as Bucky’s writhing tongue slipped in. He tugged harder on your hair as his tongue explored your mouth, you moaned as the kiss left you breathless. It was pure perfection like the man that was kissing you.

Bucky pulled back from the kiss and you were glad because of the lack of oxygen. You opened your eyes and found Bucky smiling at you with his eyes still half closed.

“I love you.” You declared as Bucky cupped your cheek sweetly.

“I love you too babygirl.” Bucky said and you smiled as he called you by his favourite pet name. He caressed your cheek gazing at you with adoration.

You wanted to capture this moment in time, the way he looked at you made your insides melt. You licked your lips and Bucky leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours for the second time that morning. He then pulled back and turnt his attention to the bright purple hickey on your neck. He brushed his fingertips over the mark he left you last night, you whimpered at his touch. Bucky smirked as he admired his good work knowing that you would have to wear a scarf in the scorching heat to cover up the multiple marks he left on you.

Bucky pulled your tighter against him as his fingertips ran through your hair soothingly. You tucked your head in the crook of his neck as his metal arm wrapped instinctively around your waist.

“Let’s spend the day in bed.” Bucky said and you hummed against his chest sending vibrations through his body.

“Sounds like a plan.” You replied and Bucky pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Missed Opportunities - Pt 1

Title: Missed Opportunities

Chapter: Part One of Two 

Author: delusionsofnostalgia

Which Tom/Character: Actor Tom

Genre: Romance, Angst, TomxReader

Fic Summary: You and Tom have met several times because you were a crew member on several of his films. You have always had a sincere crush but were too shy to act on it and he’s always been sweet and charming towards you. But does he really want more with you or is it just that Hiddleston charm that he shows everyone? By the time you both figure it out, it might be too late………

Rating: M 

Author’s Notes: Firstly, please forgive the mistakes in film terminology, I don’t know a whole lot about the field but I tried my best. There is some swearing. Also when I was writing this, the songs Midnight City by M83 and Come What May (instrumental version) were on repeat, so they might explain the general mood of this particular piece. Hope you guys enjoy and as always feedback and criticism are completely welcome!

You sit, paintbrush in hand, adding the finishing touches to a prop for tomorrow’s scene. Technically, as third assistant director, this wasn’t in your job description but being that the film didn’t have a very large budget, everyone was required to chip in and handle various things. The soothing instrumental music emanating from the speakers behind you were helping your general mood, being stuck on set at 1 in the morning wasn’t exactly pleasing to you but you would never say no when asked expressly by the director to do something. You were still young and feeling your way out in the business and short of someone propositioning you for sex or asking you to commit homicide, you were pretty much willing to acquiesce to any request made of you once it helped you get ahead.

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My Dream Girl

I want a girl that can come up to me and say excuse me I know this may seem forward
But when I dreamed of a man with dark chocolate skin
And a crystal white smile. I saw your face.

When a woman spits game like that
How can your heart not melt at the sound of her voice

I want a girl that on our first date That whispers during the movie
Don’t be scared to kiss me I don’t bite
And as We kiss makes me feel as if she’s savoring the taste for every second she can
When we finally break apart I’ll just say…Damn
And she’ll smile and tell me hey we only get a first kiss once why not make it spectacular.

When your first kiss with a woman goes like that
How can your lips not fiend for more every time you see her

I want a girl that when I finally have her all alone
Tells me that she’s been wanting this since she laid eyes on me
Then proceeds to taste every part of me like she hadn’t eaten in weeks
And I’m the best food she’s ever tasted
After she whispers that her body belongs to me
That I can do as I please as long as I promise
To fuck her like there’s no tomorrow
And when I do
We will make love like the sky is falling
We will lose ourselves in the passionate love
bodies and minds in perfect harmony
Pure bliss
Time is non existent the universe is non existent
There is no stress no worries no problems
There is only us.

When your first time with a woman goes like that
How can you not be addicted to her for a lifetime

I want a girl that when we grow old Laying together at the end of our love filled lives
That when I ask her how did you know I was the one
She’ll smile with a slight smirk that must still make the brightest star jealous
And say…Don’t you remember baby? You’re the man of my dreams

When a woman loves you like that
How can you not make her your everything.

So dream girl if you’re out there I’m just letting you know I’m lookin for you
And when i finally find you
My heart will be yours


Placebo lyrics sentence starters
  • "I've never been an extrovert, but i'm still breathing."
  • "I gotta get high, before I go outside."
  • "I'm in alcoholic kind of mood."
  • "I know, you've got me wrapped around your finger."
  • "I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster."
  • "I know, the last in line is always called a bastard."
  • "We were born to lose."
  • "It's either you or me."
  • "S/he stole the keys to my house and then s/he locked herself/himself out."
  • "I'm confused and racked with self-doubt."
  • "Don't you wish you'd never met her/him?"
  • "You don't care about us."
  • "You're too complicated, we should separate it."
  • "Think I'll leave it all behind, save this bleeding heart of mine."
  • "I'll take it by your side."
  • "Without you, I'm Nothing."
  • "Without you, I'm Nothing at all."
  • "Don't let me down."
  • "Your smile would make me sneeze."
  • "I'd pay to have you near."
  • "Don't forget to breathe."
  • "Another love I would abuse, no circumstances could excuse."
  • "I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind."
  • "There's nothing here but what here's mine."
  • "Never thought I'd fill with desire."
  • "Never thought I'd feel so ashamed."
  • "Never thought all this could back fire."
  • "Never thought you'd fuck with my brain."
  • "Say goodbye."
  • "You must realise that you're never alone."
  • "I'm a man, a liar."
  • "Now it takes him all day just to get an erection."
  • "Things aren't what they seem."
  • "I dream of a face that is pure as perfection."
  • "Hey motherfucker, I'm after you. I know where you live."
  • "Change your taste in men."
  • "Come back to me."
  • "Join the masquerade."
  • "I'll describe the way I feel; weeping wounds that never heal."
  • "No escaping gravity."
  • "Draw your final breath."
  • "Every time I rise I see you falling."
  • "Can you find me space inside your bleeding heart?"
  • "I was never faithful, and I was never one to trust."
  • "I'm forever black-eyed, a product of a broken home"
  • "I was never grateful, that's why I spend my days alone."
  • "I wrote this novel just for you."
  • "I wrote this novel just for you, that's why it's vulgar, that's why it's blue."
  • "Those motherfuckers got it wrong."
  • "They said I should get expensive help to fix my head."
  • "I don't care for myself."
  • "Run away from all your boredom."
  • "Run away from all your whoredom."
  • "All it takes is one decision."
  • "Run away!"
  • "You're the one who's always bruised and broken."
  • "I understand the fascination."
  • "I understand the fascination, I've even been there once or twice or more."
  • "Please don't die."
  • "It seemed a place for us to dream."
  • "Love can die."
  • "Wake up..."
  • "I've got problems with the booze, nothing left to lose."
  • "I'm faithless... I'm scared."
  • "I'm on my own for far too long."
  • "She's insane, this friend of mine."
  • "Always stays the same, nothing ever changes."
  • "Hold your breath and count to ten."
  • "Beware this troubled world."
  • "Soulmate dry your eye."
  • "Soulmates never die."
  • "Hush, it's okay."
  • "See you at the bitter end."
  • "There's something rotten down here..."
  • "Don't forget to be the way you are."
  • "The only thing you can rely on is that you can't rely on anything."
  • "Don't go and sell your soul for self-esteem."
  • "Remember me..."
  • "Well I've seen you suffer, I've seen you cry the whole night through..."
  • "I'll be your father, I'll be your mother, I'll be your lover, I'll be yours."
  • "I'll be yours."
  • "Well I've seen you suffer, I've seen you cry for days and days..."
  • "You never were a genius."
  • "Yes I know you're the jealous type."
  • "Walk away!"
  • "Protect me from what I want..."
  • "Maybe we're victims of fate."
  • "Remember when we'd celebrate? We'd drink and get high until late."
  • "Now we're all alone."
  • "Come on fallen star I refuse to let you die."
  • "I've been waiting far too long!"
  • "Be mine."
  • "I was alone, falling free..."
  • "What happened to us, what happened to me?"
  • "Baby...did you forget to take your meds?"
  • "I was alone, falling free, trying my best not to forget."
  • "I will be the one to make you crawl!"
  • "I came down to wish you an unhappy birthday."
  • "Someone call the ambulance..There's gonna be an accident."
  • "I can see in the dark."
  • "I will be the one to watch you fall."
  • "I will find you!"
  • "You're always ahead of the game, I drag behind."
  • "You possess every trait that I lack."
  • "You got A's on your algebra test, I failed and they kept me behind."
  • "I just gotta get off my chest, that I think you're divine."
  • "You let me down before."
  • "I'm medicated...How are you?"
  • "It's the pills that bring you down."
  • "It's between you and me."
  • "It's the pills that pick you up."
  • "It's the special way we fuck."
  • "Fall into you, is all I seem to do..."
  • "I'm afraid to be alone."
  • "This house is no longer a home."
  • "Don't give up on the dream!"
  • "Tear us in two, is all it's gonna do."
  • "Don't go and leave me."
  • "Please don't drive me blind."
  • "I'd fill your every breath with meaning."
  • "I'll find a place we both could hide."
  • "You don't believe me."
  • "You do this everytime."
  • "I know we're broken."
  • "Your eyes forever glued to mine."
  • "I know I broke it."
  • "I know I broke you."
  • "It's horrid to see you again."
  • "When I dream, I dream of your lips."
  • "When I dream, I dream of your kiss."
  • "When I dream, I dream of your fists."
  • "I was not honest."
  • "And I'll wait my turn,to terrorize you."
  • "Can't you see these skies are breaking?"
  • "one of a kind is all I own."
  • "I wanna try but I get annoyed."
  • "In the cold light of morning the party gets boring, you're high."
  • "In the cold light of morning,You're drunk sick from whoring and high."
  • "You are one of God's mistakes."
  • "You're a waste of skin."
  • "You're waste of space."
  • "It's a song to say goodbye."
  • "Well now you need me more than I need you."
  • "You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?"
  • "It doesn't hurt me."
  • "You don't want to hurt me."
  • "So much hate for the ones we love."
  • "Tell me, we both matter, don't we?"
  • "Let me steal this moment from you now."
  • "The way you're dancing makes me come alive."
  • "Move closer, I wanna feel your touch."
  • "The way you're moving, makes you all that I desire."
  • "You are the one who took my place."
  • "And it was a leap of faith I could not take."
  • "And it was a promise I could not make."
  • "You are getting in the way!"
  • "I have nothing left to say."
  • "I will pretend it didn't hurt."
  • "You are a cheap and nasty fake."
  • "I am the bones you couldnt break!"
  • "I always aimed to please."
  • "I nearly died."
  • "For what it's worth?"
  • "Come on walk with me."
  • "Got no friends, got no lover."
  • "I've been wasting all my time!"
  • "I got no energy to fight."
  • "I don't see the point in trying."
  • "All of my wrongs, and all my wicked ways,Will come back to haunt me."
  • "He wrote all the songs I hope to write someday."
  • "Looks like the devil is here to stay."
  • "We'll kiss and tremble with the delight."
  • "I had so very much to say."
  • "I pretended I was okay."
  • "So I haven't given up."
  • "A heart that hurts, is a heart that works."
  • "No one can take it/you away from me."
  • "I long, I burn to touch her/him/you just the same."
  • "Don't let them get their way!"
  • "There is no law we/you must obey!"
  • "Damn you all to hell!"
  • "Time will help you through..."
  • "The sound of silence grows."
  • "The two of us are rebels."
  • "The payback is here, take a look, it's all around you."
  • "You thought you'd never shed a tear."
  • "This ain't no singing in the rain."
  • "You can run but you can't hide!"
  • "No one here gets out alive."
  • "Breathe me every time you close your eyes..."
  • "Taste me every time you cry."
  • "This memory will fade away and die."
  • "Just for today, breathe me and say goodbye..."
  • "How many times?!"
  • "Now I can't look you in the eye!"
  • "And I don't even want to try."
  • "Every word from you is a lie."
  • "I'm always falling on my face."
  • "I don't think that you're aware of the cost."
  • "Stupid me to believe that I could trust in stupid you!"
  • "Don't leave me here to pass through time!"
  • "I don't know where to begin."
  • "Don't leave me here."
  • "I'm sick of fighting..."
  • "The cold is biting..."
  • "My broken spirit is frozen to the core."
  • "Don't wanna be here no more."
  • "Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes?"
  • "And wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away?"
  • "You must be joking!"
  • "You don't even know a thing about it!"
  • "You've got no problem."
  • "I'd stay right there if I were you!"
  • "The grass is always greener over there."
  • "I don't want to be alone."
  • "I'm alive, so alive."
  • "I'm in a desperate situation."
  • "Now there's a hand print on your cheek."
  • "Is it my imagination?"
  • "Let me pay you back in kind."
  • "I always watch you when you're dreaming"
  • "I always watch you when you're dreaming because I know it's not of me."
  • "I smoke a dozen cancer sticks."
  • "We run for our lives."
  • "Promise me that we will make it through."
  • "Don't worry baby - it's just the end of the world."
  • "I refuse to remain in regrets."
  • "I've existed too long in secrets."
  • "Help me start to heal."
  • "Every one of my needs will be met."
  • "I refuse to be left behind."
  • "I know you want to stop."
  • "Be glad for what you got."
  • "I recognize the smile."
  • "There are some things I cannot forget."
  • "It may be for a while, I'll pretend we've never met."
  • "And maybe we will part."
  • "Will your paranoia keep you warm?"
  • "I will still enjoy to watch you fall."
  • "Stop!"
  • "I try every day"
  • "I try every day, to think of something deep to say."
  • "If I am an extra in the film of my own life, then who the hell is the director?"
  • "Show me how to live."
  • "There's a riot in my head."
  • "Let's fight until the end of days."
  • "Let's destroy and let's devastate."
  • "I know where you live."
  • "Time is money, bastard."
  • "You are so beautiful."
  • "Love claims to have the answer."
  • "Can you imagine a love that is so proud?"
  • "We are loud like love!"
  • "If you were mine, then we would know!"
  • "And with our bodies entwined we will know paradise."
  • "My computer thinks I'm gay."
  • "I got too many friends."
  • "I'll never be there for you/them."
  • "I am a small and gentle man."
  • "Hold on to me..."
  • "My behaviour is hard to understand."
  • "But I'm still doing all I can, to try and get me some redemption."
  • "And I'm knee deep in sinking sand, crying out for your attention!"
  • "Rob the bank!"
  • "Take me home, then make love."
  • "There wasn't much I used to need..."
  • "Now my mistakes are haunting me."
  • "I've lost the power to understand what it takes to be a man."
  • "You tried your best to be a friend to my heart."
  • "I saw you wanted this to end."
  • "Please no grieving, my love, understand?"
  • "Now I feel I've lost my spark."
  • "Can't you see I'm sick of fighting?"
  • "Can't you see I've lost my way?"
  • "All my dreaming torn in pieces..."
  • "As you wake does he smother you in kisses long and true?"
  • "Want you so bad I can taste it!"
  • "If I could, I would hover while he's making love to you, make it rain as I cry."
  • "Your touch, I cannot regret!"
  • "You're so my kind."
  • "You're so my kind, erotic and devine."
  • "To me you're more than a human, you are more complex."
  • "You are like a fallen angel."
  • "Look me in the eyes, say that again."
  • "Knock me off my feet like heroin."
  • "No need to disguise or to pretend."
  • "Tonight's the night that we begin the end."
  • "I tried, God knows, I tried."
  • "There's nothing you can do to change my mind."
  • "I don't enjoy to watch you cry."
  • "Blame me for the sorry state you're in."
  • "I love you more than any man, but something's getting in the way."
  • "I do you harm because I can for the second time today."
  • "When I get drunk, you take me home and keep me safe from harm."
  • "I ask you for another second chance, but then I drink it all away."
  • "I was so delicate when we began, so tender when I spoke your name."
  • "Now I'm nothing but a partisan to my compulsion and my shame."
  • "You know, I'm grateful, I appreciate."
  • "Then I run away to wonderland, and disappear without trace."
  • "Can't you see there's a world out there?"
  • "Don't be scared."
  • "Babe I'm gonna be your man!"
  • "And it's plain to see you were meant for me."
  • "I wanna be your toy."
  • "I've been smoking too long."
  • "I wanna turn you on."
  • "I'm only a person."
  • "Open up your heart, let me slip inside."
  • "Lie to me."
  • "Drink you pretty."
  • "My mother told me, that you're never lonely when you're laughing all the time."
  • "My father told me, that you're always lonely when they're all laughing at you."
  • "He tries to impress her, mentally undress her."
  • "Theres a look on your face I would like to knock out."
  • "All I want is to see you in terrible pain."
  • "Theres no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow."
  • "Fuck you."
  • "So fuck you anyway."
  • "Makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say."
  • "Theres a time for us all and I think yours has been, can you please hurry up cos I find you obscene?"
  • "I cant wait for the day that you're never around, when that face isn't here and you rot underground."
  • "Your eyes are almost dead."
  • "I wanna be much more like you."
  • "I wanna take a bath with you."
  • "I wanna say I do."
  • "The way your smile lights up the room."
  • "To jealousy I'll stay immune."
  • "She's a faker, always let's me down."
  • "Don't you make me frown."
  • "I never wanted the real thing."
  • "I didn't mean it."
  • "I'm the one to blame."
  • "Did too much cocaine..."
  • "One more time for me."
  • "Put your hands in the air, and wave them like you give a fuck!"
  • "The only place you’re truly free is cosy in your dreams."
  • "We need to concentrate on more then meets the eye."
  • "Patience comes to the ugly, not me."
  • "Laughter comes to the lucky, not me."
  • "Where is my mind?"

anonymous asked:

For your 1k celebration, can I ask a Steve/Reader on that's not on your choice of prompts? I was thinking of giving one myself: 'It was only when he lost her that he realized that he loved her' and 'It's when the heart waits, when it refuses to let go, that it knows it has found something real.' Angsty then fluffy? I hope it's okay. But I understand if it isn't. Congratulations on your 1k! 😊

Word Count: 1, 743 (IT’S SO LONG SORRY)

Pairing: Skinny!Steve x Reader

Genre: Angst/Romance

A/N: This got real angsty real quick. I hope you enjoy, I know you wanted fluff (hopefully there was enough) but I really wanted to take it in this direction. P.S. HOPE YOU DON’T MIND SKINNY STEVE BECAUSE I’M ADDICTED.

December 1941,

Paint covered the lemon material of your dress as you elegantly moved the brushes bristles against the canvas. Steve and Bucky were either side of you and all three of you were quietly painting the vase of flowers placed for the whole art class to see. The old radio crackled in the background as if trying to drown out the dull voice of your teacher. Though, Steve completely adored the ageing man that ran the class, you and Bucky, however, found him irritating.


“What was that?” Steve snapped his head up, his brush dropping in his murky brown water pot. “Can you please turn that up, sir?”

The teacher whose name you never bothered to learn smiled graciously at his favourite student and increased the volume. You knew Steve heard this time. His jaw was hanging open and he was staring at Bucky. Steve started wiping his hands on his slacks and Bucky was slamming shut the watercolour palette in front of him. You followed suit, cleaning your brush and drying your paint covered hands.

“Where are you going?” You called to the two men who were already at the door and bidding their goodbyes to the class.

Steve’s scrawny body hurried over to you, his knees knocking together and his face a grinning mess, “I’ll meet you back at our place doll, I can finally do what I was made for.”

You sighed at the blonde man that was now inching himself up to kiss your cheek. He always spoke about how he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps- fight for his country and all that business. You loved Steve, but you weren’t sure if being on the front lines was the right place for him. After all, he was tiny, underweight and had more medical problems than anyone you knew.

But nobody could stop Steve. That’s why when Bucky had gone to bed, Steve finally went to your shared room, peeled the covers back and sobbed quietly into your chest. They had rejected him. You knew he was hiding it, and he fooled Bucky, but he knew he didn’t have to hide it with you.

“At least I’ve got you, Y/N,” Steve whispered once the sobbing had ceased.

February 1942,

You stood next to the train that was overflowing with the 107th. Steve’s bony hand was clinging to yours as Bucky stood checking through his case for the sixth time. Your eyes were brimming with tears as you stared at the brunette that was ready to be shipped off in uniform- he had always looked out for you, and he was, surprisingly, the first person you went to for advice.

Bucky dropped the pack in his hand and marched over to Steve who was staring at your shoes. “Come here, Rogers.” Bucky mumbled as he grabbed Steve in an embrace. You walked over to the other side of the platform and stared at the intricate map, to distract yourself from the thought that your best friend was leaving. After a few minutes a large hand grabbed your shoulder and pressed you into their chest.

“Don’t let that punk do anything stupid while I’m gone,” He laughed into your hair. You inhaled his scent and replied,

“Nobody is going to stop Steve, not even me.”

April 1942,

Tears poured down your face as you found yourself back at the same train station you were at two months prior. But this time, you were saying goodbye to the man who had stolen your heart all those years ago at your Art School. Back then everything felt so simple. The tiny boy would bring you flowers every afternoon after you had finished class and you’d spend hours on end sitting in your car with Glenn Miller playing in the background. Of course, you knew things weren’t always going to stay the same, but you didn’t expect him to ship himself off as soon as he could.

His case was in your right hand and his body engulfed yours as you stood next to the train- again. You knew Steve was crying because his chest was rising and falling quicker than it usually did, and his tiny hands were sweating extreme amounts. You lifted your tear stained face to meet his bloodshot eyes, he offered you a small smile before you leaned your face towards his and joined your lips for what would be the last time in a long while. The kiss was shorter than either of you wanted and full of tears and short sobs- meaningful nonetheless.

A brown haired woman walked over to where you were standing and pressed a hand to your arm, “Hi ma’am, I’m Agent Margaret Carter. I’m just letting you know that all recruits must start boarding now.” And she entered the train, leaving you and a few other couples standing on the platform.

“Steven Grant Rogers, I swear to you, if you do not come back here alive I’m going to kill you myself,” You sniffled, wiping away the few stray tears that clung to your face.

“So you’ll wait for me?” He asked, his tiny body rocking back and forth on his tiptoes.

“As long as you want me, I’m yours.”

February 1943,

Your heels clacked against the brown tiled floor of a bar in the centre of France. The dark skinned man named Gabe led you through, rather quietly, to the back room, purposely missing out the main floor where all the soldiers were.

A letter had come in the post a few weeks prior. Of course it was a shock to see Bucky’s messy handwriting sprawled across the cream parchment addressed to you. It’s contents was a plane ticket for the 4th and exact instructions- you even had your own little ‘servant’ that would follow you around because Bucky had ordered them to. And under no circumstances was Steve allowed to know. Speaking of Steve, Bucky had written that you were in for the thrill of your life- something along the lines of ‘huge and pure muscle’ which you struggled to believe.

Gabe led you into a narrow room that had clippings covering the faded orange paint. Though you weren’t interested in the clippings or the bottles of liquor stacked in perfect rows. The only thing you could see was Bucky. He was there and he was real. With the biggest smile you’ve ever seen and a crooked military hat was placed over his messy hair.

He ran over to you, pushing a large bearded man out of the way in the process, and grabbed your dainty hand so that he could twirl you around. “My, my, Y/N, Steve is one lucky fella,”

“Oh please, you flatter me!” You giggled into his chest as he wrapped his broad arms around your body. “But, I must say, you look very handsome in your uniform, I really have missed you.”

He grabbed your hand as soon as you left his embrace only to wrap his arm around your shoulder, “Well, you’ve got all week to see me, I suppose I better take you to your prince charmin’. I haven’t seen him tonight though, doll, so we might wait around a bit.”

You lifted your head slightly and smiled in return as Bucky began escorting you out of the room and into the brightly lit bar. He ushered you into a booth straight away and was shortly followed by a huge clan of men. You recognised one of them as Dum Dum from a picture Bucky had mailed you- Steve had stopped sending letters after he started travelling more with the Howling Commandos.

“Gentlemen, this is Y/N Y/L/N, one day will be Mrs. Rogers,” Bucky said coolly, his arm still wrapped around your shoulder, “And the best friend a guy could ask for.”

“I didn’t know Rogers had a lady waiting for him,” A man with a strong French accent uttered, looking you up and down.

“Well he definitely does and you’re looking at her. I wasn’t going’t let go of that gem,” You replied as you took the cup from Bucky’s hand and took a swig.

“Speaking of ol’ Stevey boy, here he comes now!” The man who you thought was named Jim said.

You craned your neck around, the blood rushing through your veins in excitement. Bucky hoisted both of you up from the cracked leather chair so that you could get a better look at him. If they hadn’t told you it was Steve, you never would have guessed- he was no longer the short and scrawny boy, he was tall and muscular with perfectly chiselled features, and you were transfixed. He was what your Steve wanted to be but never could.  

“Uh, Y/N, why don’t we go someplace else to get a drink, huh? Steve looks tired, let’s do this tomorrow,” Bucky rushed, grabbing onto your wrist and yanking your body in the opposite direction.

“Why would we d-” You began, your words falling short as you witnessed what Bucky was trying so hard to protect you from.

The woman that had escorted Steve onto the train that day long ago was now strolling into the bar, wearing a beautiful red dress that you could never pull off,  Steve’s brown leather jacket hanging loosely on her shoulders and Steve’s hand encased in her palm. She looked beautiful. Every part of her was polished to perfection and Steve was looking at her with the same eyes he once had only for you.

Steve turned towards the rest of the bar with the proudest look on his face and began moving him and Margaret- if you remembered correctly- through the bodies. Although, his body seemed to stop moving completely as his dancing blue eyes locked with yours. You could see the complete shock on his face as he stared at you- the girl he had left at home.

Years spent together all for the sight you were seeing. You didn’t know if you were more upset or angry but all you knew was that you didn’t want to be anywhere near Steve or his new found love.

“Bucky would you please just get me outta here.”

anonymous asked:

RFA members and MC wearing braces and glasses, please :3 thank you <3

<ahh, i feel this one being a four-eyes myself. of course anon, not a problem!!>


  • he loved your braces
  • they perfectly fit your face well mouth
  • he’d always be asking you to smile
  • “Come on MC!~ Smile for me!!” 
  • he snuck a picture once of you showing your brace-face in all your glory and know that’s his phone background
  • “MC, you have glasses?!?” 
  • you were shy, and were about to take them off
  • …until someone stopped you.
  • “You’re so adorable MC, I love this!” 
  • he convinced you to wear your glasses more!!

Jaehee Kang:

  • she thought you were so cute with your glasses
  • she would always be mom and schedule your eye and orthodontist appointments for you
  • and she would always take you to them !!
  • “Jaehee, you don’t need to do all this-”
  • “I want you in your best health!”
  • her loving your braces and your glasses made you grow onto them yourself
  • “No matter what you look like, MC, I’m always here for you, and will love you!!”
  • she’s too pure she loves you no matter what!


  • he was shocked at first
  • “No, I’m not saying I don’t like it, it’s just you’ve always seemed perfect to me! Not that you aren’t currently but..”
  • he stopped himself before his grave got completely dug
  • he’d always borrow your glasses to take selfies with
  • “Man, MC, you’re blind!”
  • whenever he took selfies with you he’d make sure there was no glint in your glasses
  • he adored it once he got used to it!!
  • if he saw you without your glasses he’d pester you until you put them back on
  • “MC…I don’t want you any blinder than you already are. You mean a lot to me!”

Jumin Han:

  • he really didn’t think anything of it
  • either way he was still attracted to you, thats all that mattered anyways
  • but he always got you new frames and made sure you changed your color bands
  • unless you wanted invisalign, cause he could pay for that
  • “Are you happy with the braces MC? I could get you that invisalign or whatever it’s called!”
  • “N-No, it’s not that I don’t like your braces, it’s quite cute actually”
  • He always made sure that you felt good about yourself ;)
  • If his princess wasn’t feeling good about herself with her glasses and braces…
  • …he’d pull out a (fake) pair of glasses and wear them!!
  • you liked him with those on, so you convinced him to wear them more often.
  • “Only if you wear yours too, MC.”


  • oh my lord this boy
  • he made sure that not only did you have matching glasses
  • but your bands matched thE COLOR OF YOUR GLASSES!
  • “You look so adorable MC!”
  • …oh and all the jokes he cracked.
  • “Yeah, my girlfriend has the most beautiful pairs of eyes I’ve seen. What do you mean pairs of eyes aren’t a thing? She’s got four-eyes herself!”
  • “Hey MC, you better brace yourself for all of my brace jokes!!”
  • can’t count how many times you’ve hit him
  • but you still loved him regardless
  • “We’re the four-eyes couple! OO! IF WE COMBINE WE MAKE EIGHT-EYES!”
  • He always found a way to make you feel good about your braces and your glasses

<ugh, i really enjoyed writing this, i need one of these guys for myself lmao. hope you enjoyed anon!!>

bad Catholic!Loki headcanon, read at your own risk

Weak.  So weak.

Yet he was drawn to her.  Her beauty was proclaimed by the billions, her skin every color yet none all at once, and her very being of femininity venerated.  The serene, loving face adorned nearly every chapel on Midgard.  Sometimes she held her son, sometimes she wept at his feet as he died: but, always, was her face strong yet soft, loving yet convicting.  Such feeling for life must be so tiring.  It mattered little that the basilica darkened as the Roman Sun set behind the stain-glassed windows.  No amount of darkness could hide the woman’s face, so sure and prominent.

“Mary, Mary, quite contrary.” Loki muttered under his breath with feeble amusement.   Boot-steps padded on the marble floor as the new ruler of the realm paced, and paced, and paced.  Milk-white hands, always so fluid and strong, clenched and unclenched; one moment his arms were crossed across his armored chest, the next they swung by his side as he continually moved about.  And were the shadows playing magical tricks, causing her eyes to twinkle tauntingly at him?  Vibrant green eyes never once left the face of her, out of pure defiance.

“You were nothing but some, some housewife, wed to an old man who would never lay with you.”  The venom in his voice made even his own skin crawl.  "Then you popped out a foolhardy god and suddenly everyone just adores him because he played the hero and died.“

Loki stopped abruptly.  A smile twitched in and out of existence.  The only movement came from the desperate roaming of his eyes.

"Don’t think I haven’t heard your story before.  Loving mother, proud Father, the perfect son.  That perfect, so stubborn son who doesn’t know when to stop loving.  He could be beaten and tricked and sold into the hands of his enemy, and still he would love m-…them.”

More pacing; he looked downwards, at the polished floor.  The same floor scrubbed day in and day out by scruffy little maids who never hesitate to pray before this particular image of their beloved woman when they thought the guards were not looking.  Loki scowled.  Could he not escape her presence?  He already had the memory of his dead mother that haunted him, Loki had reasoned, and he did not know the reason that this new mother invaded his mind as well.  Two women, two sons.  And still Loki felt the odd one out, unloved.

The sun was almost gone now.  The few lights that were rationed in the city barely covered the encroachment of stars.  It was not long before he, too, took cover into the night.

THE START OF FOREVER PT.2 (Andy Biersack Imagine)
{Requested by anon :3}

(PART 1)

Exactly 3 months had passed since you and your husband Andy’s honeymoon. Everytime you thought about that magical night a smile spread across your face, losing your virginity to the perfect man felt so beautiful, even though it left you a bit sore in between your legs, but it was worth it. You and Andy had made love for the 4th time last night, everytime he connected his body with yours was pure magic, your souls becomming as one, each time better than the last. You woke up in his arms, the first thing your eyes caught sight of was his peaceful sleeping face.
You smiled, he looked like he was dreaming about something good because every now and then he would smile slightly.
“Better not be dreaming about me pole dancing.” You thought in your mind, causing you to giggle out loud.
Your smile quickly faded away though, you began to feel your stomach churning, you could clearly feel yourself getting extremely nautious. “Shit!” you whispered out loud, immediately you got out of bed like there was no tomorrow, you rushes yourself to the bathroom and began to blow chunks in the toilet. Your husband’s eyes shot open as soon as he heard you moaning and grunting.

He quickly got up off the bed as well and opened the door to the bathroom, only to find you throwing up non stop.
“Babe?” he called.
You threw up a little more, spit out the remainding little chunks in your mouth and slowly got up to wash your mouth breathing heavily.
“Babe, you okay?” Andy asked very concerned.
“Yeah Im fine.” You muttered as you brushed your teeth and gargled mouthwash.
“Why did you throw up? that was random.”
“I dont know, mustve been something I ate last night.”
He began to ponder your reply, last night you guys ate grilled chicken breats with salad and lemonade, it was a healthy dish and it happend to be one of your favorites, so there was no way it was food that made you vomit.
Then he remembered what the two of did right before you fell asleep in each other’s arms, little by little a very huge smile formed on his perfectly shaped lips as the beautiful thought popped into his mind.

“Yeah love?”
“Are you….pregnant?” he asked, his smile becomming even bigger.
Your eyes widend, you knew very well that it was a posibility, a very high chance of another human being forming inside of you.
You placed your hand on your stomach,
“You think so?…” you whispered a little breathless, you knew being pregnant was going to happen sooner or later, but now that you might be, you felt happiness, and you were already wondering whether it was going to be a boy or a girl, who was it going to look like more? you or Andy?

Moments later, Your beloved husband went out to a pharmacy and bought you a pregnancy test, now you were sitting on your bed looking at the time on your clock, the test results should be popping out on the white stick at any moment.
“What the hell is taking so long?” you muttered to yourself getting up from your bed and pacing back and fourth.
“Babe, why are you nervous?”
“I dont know I mean wow…me having a baby inside of me…I always dreamed of this moment but..I just never thought that this day would be the day, but what if the test results come out negetive? Oh God Andy Im way too fucking nervous!”
He gets up and puts his hands on your shoulders chuckling, “(Y/N), shut up.”
You laughed a little and tried to breathe,
“Im sorry…”
“Its okay, youre just excited, so am I, we both talked about this day, now whatever that pregnancy test says, its all good okay?”
You nodded agreeing and took a deep breath, “Youre right honey, okay, time to see if we’re gonna have a baby or not.”

You stepped inside the bathroom, your heart skipped a beat as you caught sight of the results, and sure enough, it was what you hoped for. You came outside with a blank stare, Andy turned around to face you and became a little concerned by your expression.
“What is it?” he questioned, You held up the stick and two red lines were smiling at Andy.
“Im pregnant…we’re gonna have a baby..” You whispered with tears of joy comming down your soft face.
Andy immediately jumped up and down like a little boy receiving what he always wanted on christmas.
He grabbed you and lifted you up spinning you around cheering “Im gonna be a dad! we’re gonna have a baby!!”
He sure was the happiest man on earth, just like you were the happiest woman on earth.
As he placed you down, he placed his hand on your tummy rubbing it, “Hello my son or daughter, youre going to have the two most loving parents in the world, we cant wait to meet you.”
“Mommy and daddy love you so much angel.” You added, putting your hand on top of Andy’s as he pecked your bundle of joy.

As the months went by and your belly became bigger and bigger, Your spouse treated you like royalty, he treated you like a queen, massaging your back, bringing every food you would crave, cleaning and cooking for you, he didnt allow you to lift a finger until your nine months were up.
You had the best husband in the world, You were now exactly nine months, you couldnt believe how close you were to having your baby and meeting it.
Your stomach was pretty huge, instead of walking you would waddle worse than a penguin, You lifted up your black dress and saw your huge stomach in the mirror, there were a couple of stretch marks but other than that it was nice and smooth.
“My God baby youre so huge…are you sure theyre not two of you in there hmm?” you ask your bun in the oven.
You and Andy decided to let the gender be a surprise, you really wanted to find out months ago but you figured it would be more fun to let it be a surprise.

It was now midnight, about four in the morning to be exact, you got up to use the bathroom but then you froze dead in your tracks when you suddenly heard your water splatter on the hard wood floor.
Slowly your head went down to see that your water broke, “Oh shit…” you whispered,
“What?! what?!!! duck and cover!! stop, drop and roll what?!!!”
“The baby…its comming…”
Luckily for the two of you, you lived very close by the hospital, so it only a couple of minutes to get there.
“Just breathe baby everything will be okay.”
“Ugh this hurts so bad…” you cried, trying your best to breathe, the pain in your stomach was way too much to bare, the contractions were striking you too hard, it almost felt as if someone was severely stabbing your insides with a huge knife and then cutting you more with a chainsaw.
Not to mention your back was hurting like a bitch too, you swore a dinosaur was kicking your back until it broke.
“Hang in there, youre a strong girl you can get through this, do you want the epidural?”
You shook your head, “No I dont trust that..”
“But youre too much in pain sweetheart..”

Andy was very worried about you, he couldnt stand seeing you crying in pain, dripping in sweat and watching your eyes shut tightly whenever a contraction hit you. He wished that somehow he could switch places with you, that way he could take the pain instead of you.
“I dont think I can do fucking hurts…” you sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your soul mate grabbed your hand and tried to wipe some of the sweat off your forehead, “No please dont say that, you can do this, hang in there for our baby.” he begged.
You just nodded and shut your eyes again, you began to breathe in and out deeply trying to get your mind off the pain.
The doctor came inside just as you were dealing with the intense physical pain, and checked your area to see if you were dialated.
“Is she ready?” Asked Andy.
The doctor smiled and nodded, “Yup, she’s ready to have the baby.”
You felt so relieved that you were finally going to give birth, “Thank God…” you whispered.
“Alright (Y/N), get ready to give your first push.” The doctor ordered. You did as you were told, the nurses separated your legs and when the doc said push, you pushed with all your might. Even though you were exhausted as hell. But you didnt give up, you wanted to see your baby, you wanted your baby to come into this world and live, so you gave it your all.

You pushed and pushed until the doctor announced that your baby was out, and then came that beautiful sound, the sound of your newborn angel crying.
You glanced at Andy, his eyes filled with so much happiness and tears of a loving father.
The baby was so tiny and beautiful, immediately one of the nurses took it to clean off the fluids and blood.
“Alright (Y/N), get ready to push again.”
Said the doctor. You became a little confused and raised an eyebrow,
“What do you mean?” you asked breathless.
“Well you need to push so the other baby can come out.” he tells you.
You and Andy became very stunned,
“The other baby?!!!”
“Yes, you guys are having twins.” Said one of the nurses.
You and Andy were still shocked, but then you became happy about it, it was truly both a shocking surprise and a blessing to actually have twins, this whole time you thought you had just one baby inside of you, but in reality you had two little angels.
Your heart filled up with even more joy and love, and so did your husband’s.

Hours had passed, hours turned into days, and days into weeks, your little prince and princess were almost a month old now.
Andy picked the name for the girl, and you picked the name for the boy. The girl’s name was Emily, and the boy’s name was Alexander, Alexander looked mostly like you, your same pretty eyes, smile, nose and eye shape. Emily was her daddy’s twin, same beatiful features and the same bright blue eyes.
As you were taking a nap on the couch, Andy went over to their bedroom to check up on them, he had a feeling that they were now awake, sure enough they were, and as soon as their little eyes caught sight of their father their legs started kicking like crazy, adorable happy expressions on their cute and chubby faces.
“Aaaah!” squealed Emily, “Heh heh!” giggled Alex.
“Heeeey you guys!” Greeted Andy with a huge smile in a baby tone.
“How are my two little angels?”
They squealed a little more causing their daddy to laugh, “Shhh, dont get too excited you guys you dont wanna wake mommy up, she’s very tired from feeding you guys cause you guys are hungry little monsters yes you are! haha, Aw man I cant wait until you guys get a little older, Im going to teach you guys so many great things, man you two are gonna grow up with the best parents ever.”

“Youll never have to worry about hiding anything from us, because whatever you guys decide to be or do in life, mommy and I will back you up and support you guys one hundred percent, because thats how much we love you.” He tells them.
“My little Emily, man you are going to turn heads when you grow up, I can already tell you are going to be so beautiful, but never let those boys touch you and break your heart because your brother and I here will snap their necks like pencils, my little princess, youre going to be such an amazing person when you grow up, I love you sweetheart.” He softly cooed, stroking her little cheek causing her to smile.
Little did daddy know that mommy was standing by the door listening in on the beautiful conversation, his words were like heavenly music to your ears.
“And Alex, my little man, my buddy, make sure you always protect your sister here, and whenever you need advice on winning the heart of someone, Im your go to guy, Im gonna raise you to be a perfect gentlmen, you and I are going to be the best of friends, I love you little buddy. Youre just as beautiful as your mother.” He says, allowing Alex to grab his huge finger with his tiny hands.

“Youre an amazing father you know that?”
Andy turned around and chuckled a little, “How long were you standing there?”
“Long enough my man, what you told them was beautiful.” You approached the babies and they smiled even more when they saw you, the two of you each carried one of the precious twins, they couldnt stop smiling, they loved being in their parent’s arms.
“Well you are an amazing mother.”
“Yup, we are amazing, haha, look at us, we’re a family now..”
You proudly said, Andy leaned in and passionately pecked your cheek…
“I know…we are perfect.”


"WWA Tour" - One Direction Preference


He was completely unaware as you watched him from your spot in the doorway. You loved to watch the way he prepared for a show, studying his movements, and his habits. Pre show rituals were extremely important to Harry, and he never skipped a step. It all started with brushing his teeth. Top to bottom. Side to side. Each of his brush strokes had a pattern, and a purpose to them. You tired not to giggle as you watched his mouth foam up with toothpaste. It amazed you that even while brushing his teeth, he somehow, still managed to take your breath away. Smiling, you adored the composure on his chiseled features as he diligently picked up his silver cross necklace, slipping the chain carefully around his neck, hooking the two ends together. Sliding the clasp into place near the back, he held the pendant between his thumb and forefinger and kissed the hammered metal once with his smooth pink lips. Just then, his head popped up, and his emerald eyes fell to your smirking face. Returning a smile, he crossed over to you in three short strides, and took your face gently between his large hands. “And now for the most important ritual of all,” he whispered, covering your lips perfectly with his.  


His energy levels appeared off the charts, too much adrenaline pumping through his veins to sit still for longer than a minute at a time. He punched the air, honing his boxing skills. Right, left, right left. Grunting with all his might, as he bounced back and forth on the balls of his feet. The muscles in his biceps flexed and pulsed as he moved, straining against the soft fabric of his plain black t-shirt. “Liam, you’re gonna wear yourself out before you even get on stage,” you murmured, eyeing him up as he dropped to the floor, suddenly starting in on a set of pushups. “I’ll be fine,” he reassured, grunting between each action, “it calms me down.” Shaking your head, you couldn’t help but smile. You swore one of the sexiest things in the world was watching Liam workout. “I know something that might use some of that extra energy,” you whispered, smirking at him. He met you with stunned eyes, coffee irises soon growing dark with lust. Within seconds he was on top of you. Crashing his lips to yours in hurried kisses, he pressed your body flat to the sofa you sat on. His big, strong hands clenched your waist in desperation, pulling you in as close as he possibly could. You twisted your fingers in his gelled hair, head falling back with desire as his lips found the tender skin behind your ear.


He sat with his back facing you, as Lou expertly ran a brush and a hairdryer through his long, chestnut colored hair. You sauntered quietly into the room, cradling a steaming cup of tea in your small hands. Louis’ sea blue eyes met yours in the reflection of the mirror, and he gave you a warm smile. It was a look that gave your heart a jolt, causing it to beat just a little faster inside your chest. It was simple moments like that, little glances, and quick exchanges that made coming on tour with him worthwhile. It certainly cured that usual ache of missing him. Coming up beside him, you handed him the warm mug, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. The blow dryer cut out, and Lou excused herself to retrieve a bottle of mouse. “Just as good as mine,” he teased, taking a long sip from the ceramic mug. You smiled, taking a slow step closer. Smirking up at you, he kept his gaze locked on yours as you pushed a dainty hand through his tousled hair. “I like your hair this long,” you whispered, “it’s sexy.” Slinking his arms seamlessly around your waist, he pulled you closer. “Oh yeah?” he chuckled, “how sexy?” Leaning your weight into his capable hands, you lowered your smiling lips to his. “Undeniably sexy,” you purred, your voice like a whisper against his soft, pink lips.


Strolling into the deserted dressing room, you glanced around at the racks of clothes and empty hangers left strewn around the room. “Zayn?” you called into the room, picking up the dark denim vest lying across the back of an empty chair, “you in here?” Stepping out from behind the long racks, he leisurely pulled the plain white muscle shirt into place over his tattoo marked torso. “Hey, love,” he hummed, his brown eyes the color of gold as he smiled back at you, “almost ready. Just need my–.” He stopped, spying the vest you held tenderly in your grasp. “Let me,” you crooned, holding open the worn fabric for him. Chuckling, he turned around, slipping his arms through the jacket holes. “Well, what do ya think, babe?” he asked, spinning back around to face you, striking a pose like a model. “look good?” “I love it almost as much as I love the man wearing it,” you giggled, smoothing the soft, cotton fabric across his toned chest. Stepping into his embrace, he grinned down at you. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispered, gently pressing a kiss to the top of your head, as he held you tight in his arms.   


As the last chords of the electric guitar faded away with the breeze, Niall smiled out at you where you stood in front of the stage. “You guys sounded amazing,” you sang, ambling over to him just as he climbed down from the sprawling stage. “Thanks, princess,” he crooned, slipping his strong arms around your waist as he peppered your face in a dozen playful kisses. His topaz blue eyes twinkling in the sun, he glanced quickly around the widespread stadium. Niall gripped your hand tightly in his, pulling you along beside him. “C’mon,” he laughed, smirking at you, “I need a picture of this. I wanna show the fans.” You admired his carefree attitude, and the pure love he held for his millions of adoring fans. Face tugging into a warm smile, you took the silver iPhone from his outstretched hand. “Take it for me?” he asked, stopping in the middle of the expansive field. Stretching his arms out wide, he tipped his grinning face to the sky overhead. Heart leaping for the man in front of you, you centered the shot, and snapped a picture-perfect photo. “Perfect,” you lulled, handing him the phone. “Not quite…” he hummed, drawing you into his arms once more. He pressed his lips firmly to yours, as he held his phone out at arms length, capturing the moment forever.                  


A/N: Written for a request involving a reader with the booty and a Dean who loves it. 

Your name: submit What is this?

Sore. Sore and achy all over. Why did it have to hurt so badly after exercising? Yes yes, it was for a good reason and blah blah blah, but fuck were you so uncomfortable more often than not. You had begun pushing yourself more for two reasons. One, your own self improvement. It never hurt to be stronger or faster (especially as a hunter). Two, you wanted to impress your boyfriend. Mainly two actually.

However in your efforts to please him, you had started neglecting him a little. Nothing serious, you just hurt too much to be as… active… as you normally were in the bedroom. It had barely been a week, and yet with the way he was acting you would think it had been years. He always was needy in that regard. You didn’t mind it normally, but needy Dean quickly turned into annoying Dean. It had gotten to the point where he started to make an effort to only play songs with sexual lyrics whenever you were in the Impala with him. You knew it was particularly bad when he resorted to “Sexual Healing”…

You were on the phone at the time, trying to figure out more information about a possible case, when you felt a familiar hand palming your backside.

“Oh, Y/N. There’s about a hundred things I wanna do to you right now.” He sighed into your unoccupied ear. “Damn though, I swear your ass looks better and better.. every day.”

You flinched slightly as his breath tickled your neck, and it became increasingly more difficult to actually concentrate on listening and speaking coherently. What had you been talking about? Fuck.

A resounding smack filled the hotel room as his large hand collided mercilessly with your rear.

Any attempt to salvage the conversation now totally lost, you muttered something really awkward like “kgottagobye” and hung up. As bad as it sounded, you were really growing used to such treatment from him. He was always on you, always touching you somehow. And there was the obvious, of course.

“Dean, why are you so fixated on my butt?” You asked with a huff, turning to face your clearly turned on boyfriend.

“What can I say? I’m an ass man.” He said, his voice somehow both gruff and velvety smooth, pure ambrosia to your ears. “And you, you have got the perfect body, babe.”

“You think sweet talk will work on me? Cute.” You bluffed, trying your best to sound as nonchalant as possible. You would gladly go to bed with him, after all you had your needs too. But it was always fun to make him work for it.

“Think so? I know so.” He quipped back, a self assured smile dimpling his stubbled cheeks. “Actually I can tell it’s working already. You’re blushing, Y/N. Can’t hide that.”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest stubbornly, not verifying or denying his words.

“Come on.. Please?” He asked, his bottom lip jutting out into a pout. “It’s been sooooo long. I can’t take much more.”

“What do you mean?”

“Seeing you in spandex.. or whatever all the time. It’s killing me.”

“Hm.. Go on.” You gestured for him to continue, a slow smile tugging at your lips.

“Baby, I get hard just looking at you. It’s embarrassing.”

He had you with that. Whether it was an exaggeration or not, his honeyed words definitely caught you. The man had such a way with dirty talk, it was almost uncanny. Nevertheless, you certainly appreciated it. Your countless pairs of ruined panties decidedly did not appreciate it though… He tended to have that effect.

You chuckled softly, backing up from him and performing a mini striptease while he watched, enthralled. You stopped at your bra and panties and positioned yourself on the mostly clean bed. With near practised ease, you settled into a pose of sorts, arching your backside up to look as appetizing as possible while angling your torso down. You beckoned a wide eyed Dean forward, licking your lips.

Bam. His brawny body crashed into yours and he was on you hot and heavy and enthusiastic as always. You adored that about him. But immediately your muscles cried out in pain, and you tensed up.

“Babe?” He paused his assault on the tops of your breasts when he noticed your discomfort.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” You hissed, throbbing for more reasons than one. “I’m just really sore.”

“We don’t have to do this..” He started, though you could see the disappointment on his features.

He began to pull away from you, only to be stopped by you grabbing his hand.

“No! I want this too.” You assured him, “I have an idea actually.”

“Yeah? I’m game.” If he were a puppy, his ears would have pricked upwards excitedly. How was a man so powerful also able to be this cute?

“Would you pretty please give me a massage?” You requested, fluttering your eyelashes at him, though you were sure he wouldn’t need much convincing to touch you.

“Y-Yeah! Sure.” Dean agreed, “I could try.”

“Don’t overthink it, just.. do what feels right I guess.” You suggested, neither you nor he were experts at muscle relief. Well. Not this type at least.

He made a circular motion with his finger, motioning for you to lay down on your stomach. You did as he requested, sighing contentedly into the sheets that still smelled like him. You tried to allow yourself to relax as much as possible, and at the same time ignore the faint pulsing feeling in your core. Dean had settled into a straddling position on your thighs, and though he was heavy he wasn’t hurting you.

His calloused fingers started at your shoulders, applying pressure and rubbing circles into them. His rough fingers felt divine combined with your smooth skin, you groaned into a pillow. In response to his touch, your muscles unraveled from their tense state.

“That good?” He asked with a laugh.

“Yes!” You readily answered, “More. Please.”

He indulged you, applying more pressure now, eliciting more sighs from you. He undid your bra with ease, tracing a finger down your spine, your body breaking out in goosebumps. And then that bastard started kissing down your back, laying a myriad of wet kisses and sucks into your sensitive skin. You groaned wantonly now, trying to arch off the bed, grinding your hips against the mattress.

“Whoa, calm down, Y/N.” He teased, “What do you think this is?”

“Fuck. You.” You said into a pillow, all the nerves in your body alight and responding to his every touch much more readily than you wanted them to.

“That what you wanna do?” He asked, his voice growing even deeper than usual, making his arousal evident to you.

He raked his nails down your back, applying just enough pressure to make you whimper, awash with sensation. He settled at the swell of your ass, easing your panties off. He was on you again as soon as you felt the cool air against your skin. His fucking hands, his very capable hands gripping and kneading just so. The noises he was coaxing out of you were desperate and extremely lewd, they sounded strange even to your own ears. The intensity of what you were feeling had built up so much that it was near painful. You had never been this turned on.

Thankfully, you weren’t alone in that respect.

Dean made a weird strangled sound when you managed to arch yourself up against his hands. How you wished you had seen the look on his face.

“How’s the view?” You managed to say.

“Fucking fantastic.” He breathed, “You’ve got the finest bubble butt I’ve ever seen.”

On a particularly hard squeeze, you cried out his name, unsure if you were begging him to stop or begging him for more. This was it. No more. You wanted him, now.


The two of you moved fluidly, attune to one another. Within moments he was stripped naked and pushed back on the bed, you settling on top of him. You gripped his lengthy and thick cock and positioned yourself while he watched, breathing heavily.

In one quick motion, you impaled yourself on him, hissing as you stretched to accommodate him. Though it wasn’t too difficult to do that, given you were insanely aroused to begin with. His hands found your butt and clutched it with greedy fingers. His toned chest was shuddering, muscles twitching here and there. He looked so good like this.

“What are you waiting for, Y/N?” He panted out, an arrogant smirk lighting his full lips. “Fuck me.”

Oh, you would. You set a rough haphazard pace, not caring much for consistency, favoring gratification instead. In so fucking deep. Out almost all the way. In. Out. You had it so he was hitting you in just the right place every time now. And you could feel your inner walls clutching him so tightly. He was leaving bruises on your ass and hips, you could feel it, as he was making sure you slammed against him with each thrust. And you were leaving him marks as well, your fingernails marring his tanned skin.

You were so close now, it was torturously near.

All it took was Dean raising himself off the bed to meet your hips, eager to bury himself inside you. Maybe not that particularly, but instead the look of pure pleasure on his face, head thrown back, lips parted, sweat on his brow.

You came saying his name in what was some odd mixture of a moan and a growl, enveloped in complete bliss. He himself followed suit soon after, emptying himself in you, looking in your eyes as he did so. You were wobbly and unsteady, yet still experiencing that post orgasmic high.

You rose up off of him, and were immediately pulled into his slightly sweaty chest. As soon as the two of you had caught your breath, he captured your lips in a long, passionate kiss, stroking your hair gently. You were so happy you had him.

Even if he was a little annoying at times.