#crush scenarios

[janaem]

you feel his every ab muscle tense under your touch as you softly trail your hands down his bare torso. his hands never leaving your rolling hips as you take all of him inside of you.

every move of your hips sent shock waves through your body as he hit and throbbed in all the right places, gripping your hips tighter creating nail marks as he shamelessly takes in the beautiful girl riding him. both of you faces flushed, skin glistening from sweat, and hair disheveled, pieces falling carelessly over your faces.

you throw your had back in ecstasy, “oh fuck” slurring from your half open lips, unaware that his eyes never left you. he’s in a trance, he’s never seen anyone as striking as you, and no one will ever come close. every authentic movement you make drives him more to the edge, from the way your hair bounces as your ride him flawlessly, to the gradual speed in your grinding. and your lips, good god those, lips he can’t ever bring himself to resist.

he lets out a deep moan as one of his hands leave your side and he takes hold of your jaw, pulling your face so that your lips collided with his. his other hand that was on your hip slyly snakes up to the curve of your waist. you let out a breathy moan as you feel the hand that was on your jaw trace down to your clit, rubbing circles with his thumb. you mindlessly tangle your fingers in his hair giving yourself to him fully.

more and more you both melt into each other’s bodies, molding perfectly into the evening climax after another, each round becoming more addictive than the last.

[headintheclouds-posts]

🔞 MDNI OptionalMale AnyReader

Sexy things that make my back arch

Pressing his forehead against yours after you kiss

How he bites his bottom lip when pounding into you

When he buries his face in your neck to hide his moans

When he tells you that you belong to him when he’s deep inside you

How his hands travel up your thighs when you makeout

His horny morning voice 🥵

His hand on the back of your head when you kiss

The veins in his arms protruding when his fingers are curled into you

Him taking his shirt off with one hand

Also just him unbuttoning a shirt

His smirk when he sees how easily you fall apart for him

The way he rolls his shirt sleeves up

When he undresses you but never takes his eyes off yours

Whispering cusses under his breath when he’s inside you.

They basically can do the bare minimum and I would fold like a garden chair 😏

[romanticupid]

21+ reverse-icks

highly HIGHLY requested. Read at your own caution

imagine him pressing his forehead against yours when he finishes

The whimpers/grunts he makes when he's close, almost like he's in pain

When his chest is shiny in the moonlight from sweat

When he stays inside of you after finishing

Imagine making eye contact with him the whole time

Hearing his breathless voice right next to your ear in a dark room

The eagerness and soft gentleness in his hands as he touches you

[iamthejinyouarethejin]

I’d Do Anything

“You didn’t have to do that…” you smiled. He drowsily shook his head, grinning.

“No problem,” he smirked.

Actually, it was a problem.

At least to you.

He’d taken a massive hit for you.

You were still wondering why the boys were attempting to play dodgeball with a basketball, for one. You were so close to being in the position he was, sprawled out on a cot, but he saved you.

“Does it still hurt?” You laid your hand on his.

“Meh,” he murmured. “Not really.” His swelling, bruised forehead said otherwise. Jalen Hairr had the best arm out of anyone in your PE class, so when that ball was flying toward you, you thought it’d be the end.

“Are you sure?” you softly cooed.

“Yeah yeah.” His eyes sleepily wandered around the room, his drunken laugh making your heart flutter. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. "Just shaken up, haha."

"Right..."

Silence.

“Do you want me to leave?” He tilted his head up, smiling. “Or-”

“No no… Stay.”

Forcing away a dopey giggle, you shifted on the small stool to make yourself more comfortable. You could tell your presence made him relax more, but he still winced like he was in terrible pain.

“Alrighty then!” You laughed at his dramatic swoon. “Not for long. Mrs. Ortega’s gonna make me leave.”

“What’s your next class?”

“Pre-calc...", you grimaced. “Honors.”

“Damn. Pretty and smart?” He chortled, his eyes weary. You both made eye contact for a split second- it almost seemed like he got lost in yours.

"Maybe that ball hit you harder than we thought." You tried laughing it off. He'd never say that to you if he was in his right mind. Right?

"Maybe."

Mhm.

"You know I'd do anything for you." he chuckled.

"Hm?"

He turned away from you... as if just realizing what he'd said.

"It's true-" he whispered. "I would."

"Oh... That's great to know."

Seriously? oH, tHaT's GrEaT tO kNoW!

Stupid.

"You really would?" you quirked.

"Of course. Who wouldn't? Y-You're amazing." He shook his head, still not looking you in the eye, like he was in a daze. The daze of your beauty. The daze of how happy you made him.

"You're amazing."

He made you smile, and you finally met his eyes again.

You playfully tugged on his finger, him returning the favor by lightly kicking your foot.

"AH- I've been hit!"

"A soldier is down. I repeat a soldier is down!' He boasted in his deep commander voice, grinning like a kid.

"T-tell my husband I love h- bleh. And death."

He laughed at your antics. Maybe getting hit in the forehead with an extremely hard basketball wasn't so bad after all.

[cth-wifey]

things i want to do with him ❣️

cheeky edition

* casually have my leg or arm over him in public and feel him tracing circles or something over my skin. i want to feel like comfort for him and vice versa

* call him pretty even though he’d probably be so embarrassed by it cmon baby i wanna see u blush

* leave little half hickeys and red marks everywhere, mostly just for my eyes bc im possessive but id love to be marked everywhere stake your claim on me 😩

* giggle together in bed trading embarrassing stories and tidbits about our lives, tit for tat

* tease him a little when we’re parting ways, like drop me home but before i leave the car im gonna give u a lil snog. hopefully leave you a little breathless

[aramisphased]

things i want to do with him as a non-affectionate / romantic girl

* sleeping next to him and feeling his body heat

* doing the dishes together in silence

* reading a book while sitting next to him before bed

* doing puzzles together listening to mozart

* talking to him all night in bed

* painting the side of a house together while our baby sleeps in the nursery

* him telling me about a weird dream he had

* tying my shoe

* us waking up together and feeling his body get behind mine but doesn’t touch me while i’m half asleep

* getting mad at me and me having to formally communicate because he holds his ground n calls my bluffs

* his arm brushing against mine when we walk

* us sharing a pint of ice cream in the car

* he rubs my back, and when squirm out of sensitivity he doesn’t make it sexual

* he gives me a kiss on the cheek before leaving for work and doesn’t object when i pull him back in for five minutes

* looks behind me often to make sure i’m safe

* holding my things gently for me as i fix my hair

* him feeding me french fries while i drive

* sitting behind me in bed as i lay on him and write a report

* walking around in my underwear and him treating it as nothing

* laying on top of him to sleep and having my body fully relax n sleep

* him taking off my shirt gently after a long night out and holding eye contact while doing so

* him chasing me up the stairs until he collapses on me

* us tracing one another’s hand and teasing them rather than keeping them held

* him arguing w me and putting me in my place

* when they carry me places bridal style or like a baby as i lay my cheek on their shoulder— i’m light, i don’t feel too heavy or insecure about my weight, they keep a good grip, i fully relax

* them being away for awhile and the second the door closes i jump into his arms

[iluv-m]

Asking your much taller boyfriend to do the book tok trend 1.

“He leaned against the door frame”

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I think I’m gonna be more active now and gonna work on this series so stay tuned 😋

-M

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He knew about your love for books and how actively you spend money on books as well, so of course he was bound to pick up a few tricks from your books (he doesn’t tell you but he secretly reads them at night to learn new ‘tricks’ to see your lovely flustered face. So when you asked him to do this he wasn’t totally surprised considering the entire book tok and all the couples were absolutely obssessed with it.

“Sure.”

His response made you think for a minute. Normally he wouldn’t agree for your ideas and things you would wanna try from books , romantic movies etc. While you were thinking about this new change in behaviour, you noticed him holding your wrist and taking to the nearest door and released your hand when you both were under the frame.

‘God- was he always this tall’ you thought to yourself and stared into his eyes while he stared into yours.

His right hand went up to grab the top of the doorframe while his left grabbed your chin gently all while his face was getting significantly closer to yours. He reached forward to kiss you but you tried to run away, forgetting his left hand was still towards you and grabbed your wrist while his right grabbed the back on your neck and went into a slowwwwww kiss moment between you 2. Blushing hard you ACTUALLY ran off to the room this time and closed the door shut to comprehend what had just happened.

“Damn, I should try this more often” and he went to the kitchen to make your lunch.

In the bedroom you plopped down the bed and screamed into the pillow

“WHERE THE HELL DID HE LEARN THAT”

The end 😋😋

[hopelesssromanticcc-17]

the best things a boy can remember

your favourite colour

your middle name

your parents names

your favourite food

your friends names

your sport

your fears

your favourite way to be hugged

your goals

your anxious habits

your siblings names

your birthday

[likelylove]

it's been a while🍭

some scenarios that make my heart flutter🌸💞

♡crush scenarios♡

-his sibling texting you saying he's been bothering them by saying he misses you

-your parents meeting him and immediately approves of your crush on him

-his friends pushing him towards you when you walk by

-him confessing and immediately running away from you

-him asking you out to prom with flowers

-slow dancing with him

-him making you handmade gifts

-you peck his cheek and he smiles widely

-holding hands with him on a date

-him laying on your lap talking about how much he loves you

[the-ravenist]

Things I want to experience

The feeling of his head on my chest, arms wrapped around my stomach.

His light snores fill the room as I run my hand through his hair

His eyes intentionally looking for me in a crowd, a bright smile on his face when he finds me

Getting to hold his and play with his fingers

Him pushing my glasses further up my nose, as they were falling

Him knocking our foreheads together as he's trying comfort me

Me sitting in his lap, kissing him silly

Taking late night drives and getting food

His hands rubbing my thighs as I sit on his lap doing skincare

Just sweet lovin

[janaem]

clay

just a reminder that the “___” is either your name or your crush’s name depending on the context

   [4:45 pm]

your crush decided to take you to your first ever private ceramics class. it was a beautiful autumn day and you both wore cozy outfits for comfort purposes. 

you two were taught how to make a small and plump vase--well you were being taught--your crush, on the other hand, had months of experience with pottery making. you couldn’t help but perceive in envy, while being on your third attempt of centering the fresh ball of clay that was crisp in your dampened hands.

you added water, pressed your elbows as tightly to you body as you could, biting your lip so hard it was sure to bleed in any moment, and hugged your finger as tightly around the mound as possible. unfortunately for you, the clay spun off and flew smack dab in the middle of your apron, your elbows splashed lightly with clay spots.

although you seemed calm on the outside, you couldn’t help but bite your tongue in frustration, your blood boiling throughout your body as you tore the mess from your apron.

you abruptly stood up about to put the wet heap of clay in the used clay bin, until you felt your crush’s hand tap you lightly. 

you immediately averted your eyes to him, and to the two freshly sculpted clay vases that sat flawlessly on his platter. was he fucking serious right now?  

his eyes gazed upon your subtly agitated expression. One thing you loved about ___ was how quickly he could read you like a book.

“___, sit down, i’ll get you a fresh one.” he said softly turning off their wheel whilst half struggling to get the mess from your hands. he stood up and walked over to the bin and tossed the old clay in and got some freshly cut clay from a counter by a large window. 

still standing, you couldn’t help but gaze upon his sunkissed figure as worked away with cutting away at the fresh block of clay whilst weighing it on a scale, adding and removing chunks if the weight wasn’t ideal. 

from afar he looked like an angel in the clouds of heaven crafting a new and mysterious creation.

it didn’t take them long before he was headed your way, the rays of sunlight trickling from each window that painted him with beautiful oranges and yellows.

his lightened eyes never left yours as he nodded his head, motioning you to sit. 

you do so, and after a brief moment of silence, you hear another chair scoot behind yours, immediately feeling the warmth of another body against your back.

you opened your mouth to say something, until ___ traces his fingers slowly across your forearm, while his other hand places the clay mound onto your wheel. warmth caresses your inner being, your heart rate increasing gradually once you felt the side of his face graze your ear. 

“just relax and let me guide you.” he reassures softly. 

your body goes limp, as if you were being taken under the care of a guardian angel. something about ___’s voice automatically relaxed you, and you certainly couldn’t say no now.

“press the peddle,” ___ directed, gently pushing your body forwards with his, “remember, lean forward and press your elbows against your torso...”

the wheel started to spin s you hesitantly pressed down on the peddle. both of ___hands were over yours now, the warmth and stability of his arms making you practically melt under their touch. 

you observed quietly as ___ helped mold your hands to center the clay properly, it was like teaching a kid how to ride a bike for the first time, only ___ was guiding you with his gently yet firm hands, directing your palms in whatever position needed. he  frequently reaches over by the jar of water and add it to the clay to avoid stickiness. 

moments later, ___ moves his hands up and gently slides his thumb across yours so that you both were pushing down onto the peak of the clay, which was caving in as it formed a whole. the tingling sensation in your stomach intensified as you felt his thumbs on your own, pushing and pushing further until you nearly reached the bottom of a now bowl shaped piece. how were ___’s fingers so light in such a difficult process?

“you’re doing good, ___, just a few more steps.” he said against your neck and you couldn’t help but sigh as they slide their fingertips up to your wrists reassuringly. his cool minty breath tickling the skin under your ear.

you nod absentmindedly, but you were focused on was the way  ___’s body caged yours, how his arms caged your smaller ones, and the way his hands guided yours with occasional massages from his thumbs. the contact alone instantly made you go feral, but you were sure good at hiding it. 

___’s  voice snaps you out of your sweet and savory trance, “i’m gonna let go now, just work your hands up like a showed you.”

you had no idea what they were talking about but your hands moved on their own. even though your hands felt feel empty without theirs, you could still feel him. 

well, he was still touching you, his hands glided across your arms and down to your waist, giving you a small squeeze, he was still leaned against you mumbling an occasional “mmhm” or a  “just like that”.

your mind was in two places at once, the magic work of your hands on the clay and the feeling of ___’s hands slyly moving up and down your waist as a way to calm you. this truly was a beautiful feeling, and you took in every second of it as his hands also made their way to your center, feeling you heart beat against your ribs. 

“your heart is beating so fast.” he commented with a small chuckle in the end.

“the clay is making me nervous, ___” you lied with small smile spreading across your face.

___ shook his head, “yeah, totally,” he the suddenly removes his hands from your stomach and onto your thighs, giving them a light tap, “stop the wheel.”

you pressed you heel against the elevated peddle, putting the wheel to a complete halt. 

you and ___ starred at the glistening vase before your eyes.

___wraps his arms around you tightly, waves of laughter rippled in between the both of you as you took in this moment of achievement. 

“you did it ___.” he whispered against your ear before planting a kiss on your temple.

[yearningflowers]

when i warned him before our first time that i haven’t actually came for a long time bc of my meds and he was like ‘that changes tonight.”

it did. like three times.

[romanticupid]

Romantic Scenarios About Him

When you're about to cry and he does that "hey, hey" thing

2. When you're walking on the sidewalk together and he moves spots so that you're away from the road.

3. When he laughs so hard he throws his head back and pulls you in his arms

4. When he gets nervous from you staring at him so closely and keeps switching his focus between your eyes

5. When it's windy so he holds back your hair while you eat ice cream

6. When you see him looking for you over a crowd of people

7. When you give him a claw clip to hold on to and he's super intrigued by it and opens and closes it shut for an hour

8. When he guides you through a crowd with a hand on your back

9. When he bends down to hear what you're saying

10. When he places a hand on your forehead after you mention passively that you feel unwell

[iamthejinyouarethejin]

imagine him cuddling you with his hands on your tummy while he melts at the feeling of you against him under the blankie. he's just chuckling and kissing your neck, murmuring little nothings that you'd dreamt of hearing for the longest. "masterpiece." "magnificent." "mine." and then he pulls you even closer to him, making sure you're nice and warm. nice and comfy. "my pretty girl." and he's doing nothing but wishing he could make love to you, but he knows you want to wait til marriage. but then again that doesn't sound so bad. you'll truly be his. "mine." he whispers. you smile to yourself. "yours."

[spkyspc]

drizzle

for once in my life, i finally asked him out. it's quite a ride really, we had our ups and downs but for once, its official. well, not yet at least, but a date is a start to it; that being a few minutes later so. all i could do as of now is just wait. he's always been a little shy in the brinks of our eyes meeting, but i hope today changes that thought of his - it just has to. a change in our ever-so-cycling routine of constant interactions, it's about time.

it's 8pm and drizzle began to drip down as the night sky shuts its starry gaze with a camouflaging haze. at that point, i was already near arriving the supposed place of where everything should unfold. its a pity really; i didn't bring an umbrella and what else a ruiner it is that an outfit meant to please the eye be ruined by smudges of small drops and stops.

as i stepped out of the cab i ordered; giving the payment for my ride, i felt this uneasy feeling of warmth and shiver - two sets of emotion polar opposite to eachother yet are intertwined at this moment on. expecting the light from the cafe shine onto the car instead blocked by a shadow. with instinct, i turn around to not be surprised by the gentleman who we offered dinner to.

i say so as i know it's one of his attempts to persuade, but let me remind you it isn't yet the main event

"can't stay wet yet, you know," he says. "save that thought for after-dinner at least". silence fills the room until he breaks into laughter while taking back his words into a joke.

i love that about him

we've been friends for quite some time, hearing stuff like this is normal - though an occasion as this? i can't help but think different of it

as we escort ourselves to the entrance of the cafe, we ask whether seats are available; no, says the receptionist. "wait, I thought you did the reservations," i say. "but you asked me out???," reply he.

as our eyes lock during a stressful exchange, a conclusion was set that a change of plans had to be made. we apologised immediately to the receptionist and bid our fairwell amidst the rain.

so, what now?

the rain is beginning to catch on into a more intense weather; leaving us two in the rain beneath a singular umbrella. drips, tacks and taps could be heard from the umbrella; the cold breeze finishes as the cherry on top, but what stops me from thinking of those struggles is just being beside him.

he's warm, so very warm. i could listen to his heavy breathing despite the loud shudders of the surroundings - you could say it's alarming. from this on, all i wanted to do was just get closer to him. feel all the more warmer, i want him to be my blanket or at least just a hug is enough.

i couldnt help but get lost in thought until he began to speak his mind - "you know, we should really find something to do before things get worse, maybe find cover or at least the nearest restaurant? it doesnt need to be fancy."

"you hungry?" i ask

"not really," he answered, then in a panic: "but let's not waste any more time, we gotta find someplace before it all goes away"

"right," i say. i take my phone out and start loo-

all of sudden, my hand was dragged - we're both running now. phone still being held; the umbrella was shut closed and whats left is just us two sprinting through the rain ontop of the city pavement.

he's laughing, and i can't help but chuckle a bit as well. his hand wrapped around my wrist, all i could focus of now is just the sight of him and me running through the streets. the city lights shunning our eyes uniformly as we pass through them one by one.

as we ran, i asked while out of breath "where are we going?"

"no idea!!!!" he replied with a burst of ecstasy.

editor's note: sooo uhhhh this is my first ever post and one shot, if there's anything that u guys think i should write or maybe if u wanna share ur thoughts, feel free to say anything! also, im a bit new to tumblr so pls do share on what i should do and most importantly, hope u enjoyed this one shot :D

[queendynamight2001]

The sexual tension between you and your academic rival ( secret crush ) when the teacher calls both of you infront of the whole class to solve a hard math problem.