#soft and sassy starters

[ppw-rp-hub]

“Can’t handle a hug? A tickle? Not at all?”

@ed-blight

"I'll take a hug, but if you tickle me it will be on you if you get hurt."

[sabers-and-other-ocs]

“Think you’re gonna get away with this assault of hugs? I think not.”

(@wackedout Violet and Landrew!)

@wackedout

"And what are you going to do about it?" Violet challenged while currently hugging and clinging to him like a koala in a tree, even using their wings for more hugs.

[ouraniatm]

despite getting discharged out the infirmary     a short while ago, and being advised to rest as much as possible ( basically, do not leave your damn bed ), cora was in the mood for video gaming ... and what better way to satiate their need than to sneak in ... well, she guesses her now boyfriend’s room and compete against his maverick skillset? frankly, cora still couldn’t fully comprehend the situation at hand. it’s been a month or so since the STYX “incident”  and her brush with death’s sweet grip, yet her concept of time was beyond messed up. many would be scarred to the point of no hope for salvation, but oh, cora was not many, unfortunate souls which fell to lethe river. maybe there was something to thank her bastard of an “old man”, after all ... but, now’s not the time for dark humored jokes. the hurt was present, yet slowly dispersing the more she sat alongside idia whose cocky smile and tone would’ve irritated her, but now brought a myriad of glee and giddiness. 

such changes felt rapid, yet more than welcome. here she was, believing the elder of two despised her guts for treating him horribly, despite so many issues happening to them both, but this only proved her wrong  -  could she finally stop being strong, just once? maybe she can finally, once and for all, show a smile ... one that was relaxed, joyful and full of overwhelming love for this adorable nerd.

however, if idia really thought she’d be any nicer just because they finally came clean of the filth piling on both their backs and now pursue a relationship, then he’d be dead wrong. it didn’t take long for cora’s snarky smile to return on her face, hands taking hold of her own controller.   ❛ look at you, getting cocky with your high score ... ~ talk about being ‘fair’, eh? ❜    she pauses to adjust on his bed as comfortably as possible, icy blue eyes looking back at yellows with a hint of coyness.  ❛ wow... i’m in trouble, now. look how scared i am. ❜   the sarcasm couldn’t be more than obvious at this moment, though cora ends up chuckling.   ❛ keep yapping, i’ll just listen and wait until i make you eat all your words ~ ❜   familiar jingles tuned out the screen, which now showed a character and vehicle selection.  ❛ hmmm...wanna use default characters or go for custom? you’re the maverick, here ~ ❜  

@crownshattered​ ... continued from here.

[straykeedz]

𝔅𝔞𝔫𝔤 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 ; #1

𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔡𝔫𝔦, 𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔲𝔱

okay hear me out.

just imagine having a bad day - like, the worst day you could’ve possibly imagined. the coffee machine broke that morning while you were making yourself breakfast, work was shit and of course it’d start raining out of the blue when you don’t have your umbrella with you… the fucking cherry on top.

and you’d come home and of course chris is not there yet. but he is when you get out of the bathroom after taking a long, hot shower. and he instantly knows something’s wrong because, come on, he knows you like the back of his hand.

so his arms would instantly find their way around your body as he pulls you closer for a warm hug. “missed you bub, how was your day?”

frowns when you sigh and just tell him - “shit, but i don’t wanna talk about it.”

his heart aches a little, because he doesn’t like to see you so stressed and sad. and just like you’ve been there for him many times whenever he was at his lowest, he wants to be there for you.

“bub, why don’t you let me help you relax, hm?”

“how?”

he just chuckles - “just trust me,” he says.

you find yourself lying flat on the mattress, with chris’ hands tugging at your pajama bottoms. he licks his lips as he drags them down your thighs, and he lets out a deep, hoarse grunt once he realizes you’re not wearing panties.

“you’re killing me,” he bites his lip, heart shaped eyes looking at your most private parts, “‘m gonna treat you so good, princess. ‘m gonna make you feel good, worship your pretty pussy. that’s what you deserve for being always so nice to me, yeah?”

he lies down between your legs, but doesn’t go straight for your pussy. no, he’s a patient man, he likes to take his time with you. so he’d start by kissing your inner thigh. just peppering your skin with soft, open mouthed kisses that get needier and needier the closer he gets to your groin. there is where he’d leave a hickey, maybe even a couple.

“tell me about your day,” he’d say, his voice muffled by your skin.

“what?”

“tell me,” chris repeats “i wanna hear about what made my bub sad. tell me or i’ll stop touching you before i even make it to your pretty pussy.”

“are you blackmailing your own girlfriend, chris bang?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“wouldn’t call it blackmailing,” he mumbles, his kisses getting closer to your labia, his curly bangs tickling your clit, “more like a fair exchange: you tell me what’s bothering you and i’ll help you forget about it.”

you’re about to open your mouth and make a sassy comment that starts with well, technically… - he just knows you like the back of his hand, i told you, when you suddenly feel his hot tongue on your pussy. you let out a choked moan. he smirks.

“so? should i stop?” he says cockily, pulling away from your pussy - you already miss him there, “or will you talk to me?”

“fine,” you scoff, “for starters, i overslept this morning.”

chris hums, placing a kiss on your clit. your body jolts.

“and our coffee machine broke this morning - we absolutely need to buy a new one by the way,” another kiss there, this time accompanied with a suck on your bundle of nerves. you sigh and kick your head back in your pillow.

“mh-hm, go on, i’m listening,” chris hums as he swirls his hot tongue around your clit.

“a-and then- then my boss scolded me because i-”, you’re cut off by chris’ lips closing around your clit, “right there, please,” you moan, entangling your fingers in his dark, curly hair.

but he pulls away - “because you what? remember, bub, we made a pact. i’ll touch you if you tell me everything.”

you wouldn’t act so cocky if you knew how good your tongue feels, chris bang, you think to yourself.

“because i was late to work,” you huff. he rewards you by licking your wetness off your folds, then his mouth is back on your clit. “but it wasn’t my- oh god, it wasn’t my fault.”

“it wasn’t?” chris asks, and you feel the tips of his middle and ring finger tap your entrance a couple of times, just to tease you.

you shake your head, “no. the bus broke down, i had to call a taxi to get there.”

he pushes his digits inside of you slowly while he teases your clit with the tip of his tongue. he hums as he feels his fingers enter you easily - you’re dripping onto the sheets already. you’re always so wet for him, just like he always gets so hard for you.

“and- and then it started raining. not even raining, chris, it started pouring,” you whimper when he curls his fingers inside of your pussy, looking for that spot he always finds easily and fast. “i didn’t have an umbrella with me so i- there, right there,” you moan when he finds it. “i was completely drenched when i got home.”

“seems to me you’re drenched now, too,” he chuckles. then, his lips close around your clit once more.

on normal circumstances, you’d roll your eyes at him, but right now there isn’t much you can do except for tugging at his hair and moan when he sucks on your bud.

“and you weren’t there when i came home and… and i really wanted to be with you,” you finish.

“i’m here now, bub,” chris mumbles, looking at you from between your legs as he squeezes your thigh with his other hand. “thank you for opening up to me and for trusting me. now just relax - let me eat this sweet pussy.”

chris eats pussy for his own pleasure.

by the time he’s finished with you, you’re always left panting, with your chest rising and falling quickly and your heart hammering in your chest. and ever time, there’s a large, wet patch under your ass - it’s both your cum and his own spit.

tonight is no exception.

he starts moving his fingers inside of you, while simultaneously sucking on your clit. occasionally, he’d pull away just to spit on it or to lick your folds. he likes it filthy, wet and messy. he hums against your pussy when he feels your arousal dripping from his chin, tickling his skin.

he makes out with your clit and lips the exact same way he’d make out with your other lips, the ones on your face.

his tongue is all over you, licking every inch of your skin, paying particular attention to the sweet spot sitting right there in the middle of your pussy.

“chris, ‘m close,” you’d whine, pulling his hair a bit harder.

at his point he just buries his face in your pussy, he doesn’t even care if he’s not being able to breathe. if he dies with his face pressed against your sweet cunt, he dies a happy man. he continues to fuck you with his fingers and doesn’t stop moving them, not even when he feels your walls clenching tighter around him. you arch your back and whine as you come undone under his touch. he hums and grunts as he feels your release drip all over his knuckles and the back of his hand until it reaches his wrist.

he only pulls away from your pussy when you pull his hair and your legs start to shake a little too much. he gives your folds one last lick to savor your taste on his tongue, and you don’t miss the way his eyes roll in the back of his head.

and once he’s done, he’d pull your pajama pants back on.

“feelin’ better now, bub?”

[decaytime]

Hunter head canon #2

I feel like we need to remember that Hunter was treated like an adult and was around adults his whole life. Not just any adults but adults in the emperors coven and coven heads themselves. Who are shown to be, to put it nicely, catty. In result, Hunter himself can be very catty even if he doesn’t mean to be. The lack of knowledge to certain social cues and his overall sass can make him seem pretty mean even if he doesn’t mean to be.

I also imagine him being a young emperor coven head (for goodness sake he’s 16 and already the golden guard when we meet him) he was frequently the butt of the joke among other coven heads. So of course he needed to be just as harsh back to not let himself put down like that.

Like the hexsquad will be messing with each other for fun as friends do and he will just insult them and their whole existence and when the others tell him like bro that enough he’s like “oh no, did I do something wrong. Im sorry :(“ and the other have show him a difference between a joke and insult and the limits to a joke. He quickly learns and is understanding of course cause he does genuinely love his friends.

However with that being said, when he does start attending Hexside like he said he was he runs into some issues. For starters, I imagine him being ex golden guard and being a bit different (obvious scarring, weird personality, etc) many aren’t very kind to him. But what makes him hard to bully is that he can easily rebuttal back and do it meaner. He was surrounded by rude, powerful adults, he can handle some measly rude teens easily. Of course he still does get emotionally effected, he’s not a robot obviously. But he can defend himself and has others to help him

I also imagine he knows how to “professionally” insult people. Making his insults sound polite or be very passive aggressive. Like. “Just a friendly reminder…” or “we can’t all have winning ideas, we need people like you to help fill the roster” or “There’s no reason to be so humble, it’s quite indifferent” and other things.

Idk theses are just my thoughts as I feel alot of people make him seem idk… weaker I guess or a ‘pure soft boy’. He can be both soft n sweet but still a sassy lil shit. Their must be balance people

[papercorgiworld]

Boyfriend material: Blaise Zabini

Blaise tries to get your attention with a cheap trick. It doesn’t go as planned. Smut alarm!

This is part two. Read part one here.

Warning: piv, no protection.

Feedback is always very welcome.

You leave the warmth of Hogwarts castle in search of a quiet study spot somewhere on the Hogwarts grounds. “Aren’t you a little too pretty to be walking alone.” Some guy you’ve never met slings his arm around you. “I wanna study. It’s something I best do alone.” You push his arm off of your shoulder. “You sure? I bet I could make it interesting.” You scoff, but chose to entertain the guy. “And how would you turn ancient runes into something interesting?” He again swings his arms around your shoulder, pushing you a little closer than comfortable. “For starters, no clothes.” You roll your eyes and push his arm off of you once more. “Zero charm.” You drily state. He wants to say something, but you turn your back and walk away.

It’s only then that you notice Blaise was watching everything. As you’re about to pass him on your way to your favorite study spot you can’t help but ask. “What are you lurking about?” His lips curl into a smile. “Not lurking, darling. I’m on my way to the quidditch pitch to make some rounds before training starts. But I’ll admit I stopped for a moment to make sure that dude wasn’t bordering you.” You smile at his honest concern for you. Only now noticing that he is indeed wearing a sports outfit. “That’s incredibly sweet.” He smiles a bright smile at your compliment, but it drops as soon as he sees you’re starting to move again. “How about you play it safe and join me. You can study in the stands.” You think about it for a moment and then agree to go along with him.

You study. He flies around. It’s peaceful, maybe too peaceful. You don’t show that much interest in Blaise and it frustrates him. He knows he has to make his move before someone else asks you out. I need to come up with something good, a way to swoop her off her feet. When he lands you see him stumble and fall sloppily on the grass. You hurry down, worried he might have injured himself. “You alright?” He’s already standing up again and looks at you with an exhausted smile. “Fine.” But his hand reaches for his ribs. “You’re hurt aren’t you?” He drops his hand acting cool and walks to the locker room. You follow him. “Don’t act all tough with me. Where does it hurt? Does it feel bruised? Did you break something?” Without a word he pulled his shirt over his head revealing a most lovely sight. You purse your lips to make sure you don’t make a sound. He steps closer to you and reaches for your hand, holding it in his and bringing it to his ribs. “I think it’s just a bruise. Right?” He asks as if you’re supposed to know by just laying your hand down. You look up into his eyes and he licks his lips as he watches your soft ones.

Unfortunately for Zabini you see right through him. “You’re playing me aren’t you? You’re not hurt! Did you even really fall?” You snatch your hand back and cross your arms as you see his face fill with panic. I took a calculated risk, but damn am I bad at math. He chuckles nervously, not knowing what to do now that he’s been busted.

“You’ve probably used this trick a million times on other girls?” What was Pansy thinking he’s no boyfriend material! Since he’s not saying anything you might as well leave. How cheap does he think I am? “(Y/n), please don’t go. I was only trying to get your attention. No harm done, right?” You turn back to him, arms still crossed and eyebrows in sassy mode. “Look, I wanted to spend some time with you, so I could ask you out on a date. I just didn’t want to be one of those lame guys who walks up to you and just asks. But I guess my approach wasn’t any better…”

His sheepish composure and the idea of a date makes you soften up. You uncross your arms and take a step closer. “Ask me on a date?” You wonder out loud, hinting at your curiosity. He chuckles in an adorable way as he relaxes knowing he’s winning you over. “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask for a while, but now I was in a hurry. Since your sudden change in wardrobe everyone’s talking about you. I would hate to see you with some other dude.” You take another step towards him. “I guess you’re in luck then, ‘cause I would hate to see you with some other girl.” “Lucky me.” He whispers, while he pulls you into his embrace. You immediately heat up as you make contact with his bare chest. You put a hand on his chest to give yourself some space. “No need to be shy.” He brushes his nose against yours and you relax. You know you’re safe with him.

You rest your hand on his shoulder and go in for the kiss. Your kiss is met with an equal amount of enthusiasm and intensity. When you try to pull away to catch your breath he bites your lip playfully, gently begging for more. But all you give him is a quick peck on the lips. He growls in frustration and you laugh at his boyish attitude. “So needy.” You say as his nose brushes yours again, signaling he wants your kisses and love. “You have no idea.” He blurts with a cheeky smile before giving you a soft peck on the lips. “But don’t worry, I’m a patient man.” He assures you and he lays a hand on your hand resting on his chest. You huff. “What if I told you I’m not patient?” Your teasing smile immediately sparks every nerve in his body. You slowly push him to sit on the nearest bench. He doesn’t protest, instead he looks at you with hungry eyes as you saddle yourself on his lap.

He doesn’t waste any time grabbing your face and battling your tongue for dominance. Instinctively your hips move searching for more pleasure. “Fuck” he breathes as he moves to pepper your jaw and neck with kisses. His growing bulge forms the ideal spot for you to roll your hips. Entertaining yourself as he groans against your shoulder, obviously feeling constrained in his pants. He lets his head fall against the wall behind him as you mercilessly continue to ride him. The view of Blaise underneath you like this teasing and pleasing him at the same time had your pussy getting wetter with the second. Like you weren’t having enough fun by yourself he starts kneading your breast. Hearing you moan in reaction leads him to undo the buttons of your shirt, slipping your shirt and the straps of your bra down. His shameless staring at your perked nipples turns your pussy into a soaking wet mess. “So pretty.” He breathes as his thumb wanders over your breast.

When his tongue starts working on your sensitive nipple his name escapes your mouth between moans. This makes him go feral. “Fuck. What are you doing with me, looking all beautiful and sounding so desperate.” With one hand he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock dripping with precum. He pushes your panties to the side and pushes a finger in to confirm his suspicions: you were so ready for his dick. “You need me to fuck you. You know you want this, darling.” You stare at his length for a moment with your mouth slightly agape before nodding dumbly and lifting yourself up. He removes his finger and holds onto your hips as you lower yourself onto him. A soft cry escapes you as his cock stretches deep inside of you. You both cling to one another for support. “You alright there?” He asked, concerned about your stretched cunt. A sloppy kiss is the only answer he gets from you before you start moving, working him and pleasing yourself.

You feel selfish using his cock to chase your orgasm, but when you look at him, you see his eyes filled with pleasure as he watches you move. Blaise’s eyes flick from your boobs beautifully moving to your pussy taking all of him. As he sees you get closer he offers more support, guiding your hips and pushing his dick deeper inside of you. Again and again, pushing your body to its limits. “I’m close.” Is the only thing you manage to say between moans. “I know. Come for me, baby.” His last words push you over the edge and you allow yourself to fall into him. Your head resting on his shoulder as he rides out his own high. After a moment of staying still in each other's arms he pulls up the straps of your bra and breaks the silence. “We should clean up before the whole Slytherin quidditch team sees us. I mean, I want them to know you’re mine but they don’t need to see everything.” You raise an eyebrow. “Yours?” He kisses you before saying “Yeah, definitely not letting you go.”

[lilyrizzy]

day 2 of the 12 days of Christmas maxiel advent calendar for @catofthecanals289!

"What are you reading?"

Max had been expecting this or some other conversation starter from Daniel. Since climbing into bed to find Max ignoring him in favour of his book, he's been making a big show of 'getting comfy'. It’s involved a lot of dramatic sighing, rearranging the bed covers and wriggling, all of which Max has been stubbornly ignoring.

He is just getting to the interesting part.

"A book," he says not lifting his eyes from the page, then just to be an asshole, "You know, the paper that has words on which tell a story?"

Of course, Daniel knows really. On his bedside table there is his own stack of books that range from the biographies of UFC fighters filled with bloody tales of victory, to the romance novels that he and Victoria post back and forth, and then spend hours discussing on the phone when they have both finished.

"Wow, really?" Daniel says sarcastically, as his toes poke Max's calf under the covers. Then, settling closer, so his head is resting on Max’s pillow, "What’s the story?"

Max sighs, resting the book open on his chest so as not to lose his place. Even after years together, Max still hasn't become immune to the way Daniel can so easily steal all his attention, making it impossible to focus on anything or anyone else. Since he started talking Max has already read the same sentence three times over.

It is of course, not very fair because Max had warned Daniel that he wanted to finish this chapter tonight, but Max finds that, like always, he isn't really annoyed. It is just so typical of Daniel to now demand his undivided attention.

Maybe this is payback for all the blow jobs Max initiates while he is having ‘important’ phone conversations with his Enchanté people, though Daniel never seemed to mind much at the time.

"It is a mystery book," Max says simply, then, "a scary one, so of course you will not like it."

Daniel makes an indignant noise of protest.

"Woah, come on mate," he says, his soft brown eyes wide on Max’s face as his head tilts up to look at him. Now, it is firmly rested on Max's shoulder, Daniel inching closer by the second. "I've got balls of steel, nothing scares me."

Max doesn't need to say, except sharks, and dogs, and coming out of the closet, because his raised eyebrows do it for him. Daniel rolls his eyes, but he does relent a little.

"Well, okay,” he allows, "whatever. But a little book can't scare me."

Taking in the stubborn look on Daniel’s face, Max can’t help the way his lips twitch upwards. Daniel’s toes have stopped prodding, and are now just rubbing gently up and down Max’s leg, catching the hair there against the grain. Daniel’s own legs are buttery smooth from his waxing appointment earlier today. Max knows because nuzzled between them on the sofa as soon as Daniel got home, just had to get his mouth on them to feel how there would be nothing for his tongue to catch against for a few days, until it started to grow back.

Every change to Daniel’s body, Max wants to be the first to know it.

“Do you want sex again?” Max asks, “Is that why you are being a pest?” Then, giving into a grin, he adds, “A sex pest.”

He’s proud of his joke, then prouder when Daniel laughs so loud Sassy raises her head to glare at him from where she had been sleeping soundly at the bottom of their bed.

“Nah,” Daniel says easy, and nuzzles further into Max’s side as if to prove a point. “I just- Will you read to me?” As though sensing Max’s hesitation, he adds, “It’s been a long fucking week.”

It has. Daniel got home from Australia only a few nights ago, dead on his feet with the jet lag only to be thrown straight into Alpha Tauri’s media duties, and Max into Red Bull’s. In a few days, they will need to leave again, to fly to Barcelona for testing. The moments they manage to snatch truly for them and nobody else will become farther and farther apart again, as will the nights they get to spend in their own home, in their own bed.

“Okay,” Max relents, with this in mind, “but no interrupting all of the time with questions. The Q and A will take place at the end.”

His request will fall on deaf ears, no doubt, and Max will indulge all of Daniel’s musings like always.

“Pinky swear,” Daniel promises, and he lifts up his little finger to hook around Max’s. It’s the one with the blank space that Daniel has also promised to cover with the number ‘33,’ when they retire, to match the other. Max lifts it to his lips to kiss it, before he picks up the book to find his place again.

He still doesn’t think Daniel will like the story much, but as he shuffles down to settle his head against Max’s chest, breath fanning out over the sensitive skin of Max’s nipples, Max begins to read.

“Now imagine just beyond your peripheral vision, maybe behind you, maybe to the side of you, maybe even in front of you, but right where you can't see it, something is quietly closing in on you, so quiet in fact you can only hear it as silence. Find those pockets without sound. That's where it is. Right at this moment.

But don't look.

I didn’t.”

-

Max is at the beach.

There are soft grains of sand under his toes, and sunlight so strong it is blinding him as he squints out to the sea, looking. He’s walking towards the water, but even though the sand becomes damp against the soles of his feet, the vast expanse of blue seems to get further and further away.

“Max,” Daniel’s voice comes as a hushed but frantic whisper, as though carried to him on the wind. “Maxy.”

It’s then Max realises whose silhouette he is trying to make out on the horizon. He can’t see him though, no matter how much wider he tries to open his eyes against the overbearing sun, and how fast he starts to run towards it.

“Daniel!” He yells, but it’s as though the wind carries his voice the wrong way, behind him. It’s lost. “Daniel!” He tries again, but this time there is only silence in the place of his voice. Now in the water, he can make out circling objects in the shape of shark fins. His lungs burn as his feet slap wetly against the ground, slowing him down.

“Max,” Daniel’s voice is louder now, more urgent. The sharks are going to eat him, if Max doesn’t get there in time. “Maxy, baby-“

“Max, wake up.”

Max’s eyes fly open. Gone is the quicksand beneath his feet, the blazing light, and the battering wind. It’s replaced instead with the dark and warm of their bedroom. Against his side, Daniel’s body is so hot and every place they are touching is sweat sticky. Still, Max’s arms tighten around him, silently reminding himself that home means safety these days.

His heart is still hammering in his chest, but he tries to sound controlled when he lets out a sleep-stained, croaky, “Hey.”

“Sorry.” Daniel sounds guilty, and Max frowns, his brain still too cloudy with sleep to work anything out.

“What is it?”

He’s expecting to hear that one of the cats- which always become Max’s cats the moment they misbehave- has thrown up on the bed again, or maybe Max was just disturbing Daniel with his nightmare. Instead-

“Don’t laugh,” Daniel says, his voice a whisper in the dark even though there is no one else to wake up now. “Don’t- Can you go check the bathroom?”

Max rubs his eyes, blearily. A glance at the clock on his bedside table tells him it is 2 AM, so he can’t have been asleep for long.

“Check the- What? Daniel, what-“

“I think I heard something,” Daniel interrupts him, “can you just- Please, baby, can you just check no one is in there.”

For a moment, Max lies completely still, trying to catch the noise Daniel is referring to. Probably, it is one of the cats, but when Max sits up in the bed and looks down at where Daniel is curled beneath the covers with only his head poking out from beneath them, he can make out the shine of his wide, pleading eyes even in the dark.

“Is this because of the scary book?” Max asks, his eyebrows raised, “Because-“

“Max, please,” Daniel says again, a little desperately, interrupting the glory of Max’s, I told you so.

Shaking his head with a fond smile, Max swings his legs over the side of the bed and gets to his feet.

“Really, Daniel,” he says, padding towards their bathroom door, “it is very unfair that if there was a murderer in our home, you are happy to sacrifice me to them.”

What he doesn’t say is the way it is also nice, that they can find just the kind of safety they need in each other.

“Yeah, yeah,” Daniel says, trying for casual but his still slightly shaking voice gives him away, “I’ll remember to feed the beasts if you get ghost murdered.”

“Oh, it’s a ghost now?” Max muses with another laugh as he flicks on the light. He doesn’t need to look, because of course there is no one in the home apart from him, Daniel and the cats, but he makes a show of doing it anyway, to put Daniel’s mind at ease. “Well, please be quiet Mr Ghost, it is bedtime.”

As suspected, Sassy looks up at him guiltily from where she’d been sharpening her claws on the bathmat. Max leans down to pat her bum and move her along, then flicks the light off again. Just for good measure, he looks inside their wardrobe and under their bed, before getting back into it.

“The coast is clear,” Max promises, lifting up his arm for Daniel to curl back underneath. Still, he is too hot, but for a few more moments he can stand some cuddling, if it means the thundering of Daniel’s heart he can feel pressed against him begins to slow.

“The ghost is clear,” Daniel corrects, and then they both dissolve into overtired giggles. When they’ve trailed off into silence, save for the purring of Jimmy who has now joined them to see what all the excitement is about, Daniel says again, softer, “Thank you, baby.”

Max just presses a kiss to the tip of Daniel’s nose, before succumbing to his heavy eyelids, and turning over onto his side to sleep. Of course, Daniel presses himself all along the line of Max’s back, but Max doesn’t protest. He can endure a little longer.

He is about to drop off, when-

“You can’t tell anyone your stupid book scared the shit out of me, okay?” Daniel whispers, lips catching on the back of Max’s neck, making him shiver. He’ll save the follow up of that feeling for the morning.

Now, he just reaches a hand behind himself blindly in the dark, until he finds the top of Daniel’s tattooed thigh to squeeze it gently. His fingertips trace over where he knows the heart will be, without even having to look

“Of course, I will not,” he promises easily, “would not want to ruin the, what was it again? 'Balls of steel' reputation?”

Besides, there are some parts of Daniel he likes to keep all for himself.

[oh-nostalgiaa]

Writing Prompt Masterlist, Part Nine

Masterlist of Writing Prompt Masterlists

The Prompts

18+ Phrases & Actions Prompts

100 Indulgent Trope Prompts

Acts of Service Prompts

Affectionate & Aggressive Biting Prompts

Angst Prompts

Angsty Prompts

Asking for Permission Prompts

Blood, Blood, Gallons of the Stuff! Prompts

Celebrity Fake Dating Prompts

Confrontation Prompts

Cuddly Starter Sentence Prompts

Delightfully Domestic Starter Prompts

Domestic Bliss Starter Prompts

Emergency Fluff and Softness Starter Prompts

Emotionally Charged Sentence Starter Prompts

End of the World Sentence Starter Prompts

Fake Dating But Crossing Way Too Many Lines to be Considered Fake Anymore Prompts

First Kiss with an Experienced Lover Prompts

Fluffy Prompts

Fluffy / Reassuring Sentences for Your Needs Prompts

Formidable Fluff Starters Pt. 2: Needy Edition

Friends or More? Sentence Starter Prompts

From the Hero Sentence Starter Prompts

From the Villain Sentence Starter Prompts

Have a Hug Nonverbal Starter Prompts

Have a Hug Verbal Starter Prompts

Hugs Sentence Starter Prompts

I Love You Dialogue Response Prompts

I'm Fine, Just Go On Without Me Prompts

I'm in the Mood, Babe Prompts

Ideas for a Date Prompt List

Ill & Injured Sentences Vol. 1

Ill & Injured Sentences Vol. 2

Ill & Injured Sentences Vol . 3

Is This Really Meant to Be? (Enemies to Lovers Arranged Marriage) Prompts

It's Fate, Right? (Arranged Marriage) Prompts

Injury / Hurt Prompts

It's Christmas Time Prompts

Just Some Fluff Starter Prompts

Kinda Spicy Prompts

Kiss Me Prompts

Kiss Roulette Prompts

Late Night Prompts

Laughter Prompts

Love Confession Prompts

Morning vs. Night Starter Prompts

Nearly a Kiss Prompts

Nightmares Prompts

Non-Sexual Forms of Intimacy Prompts

NSFW Emoji Scenarios Prompts

Oblivious Idiots in Love Prompts

Physical One-Liner Prompts, Part III

Physical Touch Prompts

Post-Breakup AU Prompts

Prompts for Asking Favors

Prompts for the Big Misunderstanding

Prompts for Carrying / Being Carried

Prompts for Curious Hypotheticals

Prompts for Emotionally Stunted Idiots

Prompts for People Who Refuse to Let Anyone Care About Them

Prompts for Playful Affection

Prompts for the Grumpy vs Sunshine Tropes

Prompts for Workaholic Characters Who Push Themselves Too Hard

Quality Time Prompts

Quiet Moments of Affection Prompts

Random Dialogue Sentence Starter Prompts, Part 1

Reasons for There to be Only One Bed Prompts

Receiving Gifts Prompts

Scenarios for Those Stuck in the Hospital Prompts

Send a Number to Touch Prompts

Set the Scene Prompts

Shared Desires Prompts

Shippy Autumn Prompts

Simple Acts of Love Between Lovers Prompts

Simple Acts of Love Between Lovers Pt. 2 Prompts

Smut & NSFW Prompts

Smut Dialogue Prompts

Smutty Starter Prompts

Soft & Sassy Starter Prompts

Soft Fluff Prompts

Soft, Fluffy Prompts

Soft Touch Prompts

Soft Starter Prompts

Some Valentine's Edition Intimacy Prompts

Spicy Enemies to Lovers Prompts

Spring Vibes Prompts

Subtle Love Prompts

The Last Time I Saw You, You Hurt Me Prompts

Tis the Season for Christmas AU Prompts

Together Prompts

Undercover Prompts

Valentine's Day Prompts

Ways to Kiss Prompts

Ways to React to an Injury Prompts

We Constantly Flirt Every Time We Meet But It's Never Gone Anywhere Prompts

We Could Be Together, Forever Prompts

What Are You Hiding From Me? Prompts

Words of Affirmation Prompts

You Were Asleep / Unconcious / Comatose Prompts

[tikus-library]

"Selfish"

One Shot - RPF

Characters: Ethan Hawke

Posted: Dec 29th

WARNINGS: fluff, absolute fluff, gross fluff, tiku doesn't write this kinda fluff but here you go. Smut is hinted at.

A/N: sometime your friend asks for a story and it happens... really hope this is what you wanted @cevans-is-classic

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved. 

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work** 

“Baby, I'm home!” He called a little chuckle curving his lips. It never ceased to amaze him that such a small inside joke would please him so much, he dropped his keys in the dish and toed his boots off, slipping them in place.

He was exhausted, the day of filming had taken longer than he expected and he had kept up well enough with your texts throughout the day, but he had eventually sent you one that explained he wouldn't respond till much later.

You understood of course and he had grinned at the heart and kiss emojis you sent his way. Along with one that saluted him, another inside joke. “Yessir” it was you being sassy, joking that he was older, he knew it was in fondness and he loved it. You. He loved you.

He sighed heavily as he stepped into the darkened living room, scanning his phone for last minute details about work and leaning a hip against the couch, he nearly jumped out of his skin when you shifted on the couch beside him.

Ethan looked up to realize the TV set was not off, but merely in rest mode. If he touched the remote he just knew there would be a documentary on or some true crime shit. Setting his phone on the stand nearby he leaned down to rest his arms on the backside of the couch, one of your legs was uncovered, bright sock sticking out. He tried not to laugh loudly, softening as he took in your sleeping face. He carefully reached out and ran a single finger down your face, smirking as you scrunched your face. He repeated the motion, a memory of you atop him gasping softly as he ran his finger along the curve of your jaw. ‘Beautiful…’

“Beauty..” He hummed softly, he remembered when you had first met.

He had called you sweetheart and you had corrected him, reminding him of your name. “Why?” He had asked.

“Stop that,” you chided him, “nobody calls me those kinds of names. Certainly not someone like you, I'm just here to help. You'll forget about me eventually.”

“Uuughhh!” You moaned, catching his wrist in your hand while simultaneously kicking the large furry soft blanket off you. “Stop that!” You mumbled sleepily.

Ethan dropped his head to the side, he couldn't help but grin, you had that effect on him. He couldn't not smile when you were nearby, just like he couldn't not look at you, even while others spoke to him bright blue eyes slipped to your form, tracking your moves. “Hey there love.” He watched your face color as you sat up and decided he would never tire of it.

You yawned, the shoulder of your oversized shirt slipping off exposing skin, “hOOoow was your day?” You asked around the yawn, legs stretching as you blinked rapidly and rubbed at your eyes with your free hand, the other still locked around his wrist.

You were selfish, he found. Once he stepped into your space, once he made certain you understood you could touch he couldn't keep your hands off him. Simple little things. Your fingers catching his shirt or sleeve, simply bumping into him from behind, fingers slipping into his pocket. He would pull you in under his arm silently, even if he was speaking to another, you hated when he ruffled your hair but stood patiently while he did so.

He was selfish, maybe.

Maybe he loved you too much.

Moving you into his place, within a couple months of dating, but it turned out you had a knack for fixing homes. His bare walls filled up with interesting pictures– “we don't even have a baby… why is this on our walls?”

“It's a conversation starter?” You had answered, “see? Conversation started…”

He laughed, but his items were never thrown out or moved far from their original spot. Blankets were placed on the couch and extra pillows, he didn't understand until he'd gotten in from a long day and fell asleep on said couch, he had been warmed and the pillows soft, before he would wake to an achy body.

To him, you were magic.

You reached up, fingers scratching along his scruffy jaw, making him hum contentedly. “Did you eat?” You asked, swinging your legs over the edge of the couch, losing contact with his face as you stood.

Ethan wrapped his fingers around your hand, watching as you smiled sleepily and followed his direction around the couch and in front of him. “I did eat, what about you? Hiding under large blankets?” He asked, easily slotting his large frame against yours, he needed it, maybe he had become too accustomed to having you touch him. It didn't matter, he needed you touching him.

“I ate,” you hummed as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours softly. You smiled into the kiss, a little dazed at the sudden affection but not complaining.

“Still sleepy?” He asked, breath warm on your lips. You nodded, hands slipping around his slim waist and snuggling closer. “Perfect…” he hummed, walking you towards the bedroom, “I'm going to curl up around you and you cannot deny me.”

“Oh nOoOo! The travesty of it all,” you laughed breathily as you clutched at him to keep your balance.

Ethan didn't turn on a single light, instead patting the soft night light you kept beside the bed.

“It is not a night light!” You protested.

“You use it at night?”

“Well - yes..”

“Is it to brighten the entire room?”

“Tsk, well no–”

“Use it to see just enough?”

You scowled, arms crossing over your chest as you refused to answer.

“It's a night light and I love it, just like I love you,” he had laughed softly, looking back at his book. It took a moment, but he realized he had said it aloud and then sighed softly at the quiet overtaking the space between the two of you. “Baby, it's alright, you don't have to say it back, it's just how I feel” he looked up when he heard a soft noise, panicking when he realized you were in tears, he dumped his book on the floor, the bookmark skidding across clean hardwood floors as he scrambled across the bed to capture your face in his hands, “no, no, what? What is it?!”

“You weren't supposed to say it before me!” You managed. “We just moved in together and everything was so fast… I was going to say it but- but –”

He laughed, magic, you were the magic people talked about in scripts, the magic that made dealing with everything worth it. Magic that made him happy to wake in the morning. “I take it back!” He laughed, swiping at your face, “I take it back” he said softer, pressing a kiss to your lips, “now you say it…”

“I love you,” you said, voice wavering softly as he kissed you, “I love you,” you repeated, more confidently this time, laughing softly against his lips.

“Jus’ a minute,” you whined softly as he directed you to bed, wrapping yourself around him, seeking out his warm body.

“Baby,” he hummed, “I need to change.”

“Okay…” You pouted, untangling yourself and climbing into bed, watching as he undressed and slipped into PJ'S, quickly scooting into him once he was in under the covers. “Ethan..”

He pressed his forehead to yours, thumb gently running along your jaw, “hmm?”

“I'm glad you're home,” you answered softly, eyes closed, already slipping back into the dark realm of dreams as he tangled his legs with yours.

“Me too baby,” he hummed, watching you drift off into sleep.

He was in love.

Too far in it to escape, not that he wanted to. No, he had been wrong, you weren't the selfish one. He was.

Read on Ao3

[chlorinecake]

Your moots as Enhypen members + Reason why?

@angel1kisses as 50% Niki, 50% Sunoo ~

I feel like Niki and her would bond over their shared love for tats/piercings. Much like Sunoo, she’s gentle and kind, even with people who don’t deserve it. Plus, Sunki has one of the deadliest side-eyes EVER, and I can see her having one, too

@nikisdubblchococake as 60% Niki, 40% Heeseung ~

She’s a desktop gamer, meme lord, secretly talented musician, and TALL supermodel GODDESS for starters??… Also, miss thang just naturally has this fun, energetic, and easygoing personality like Hee-ki does :3

@squoxle as 70% Jay, 25% Heeseung, 5% Sunghoon ~

This FAKE MAKNAE! Often the moodmaker like Jay is with a not-so-subtle temper, too… just don’t make her mad… or horny, because BRO HAS NO CHILL!! I’ve gotta give it to her tho, she and Hoonie have some nice nails 😏

@starrywonie as 100% Wonie ~

She’s a flirt on the slick like Won is, and it catches you off guard because you’d never expect someone as cute and shy as Nana to be such a tease at times?? Literally, the softest kitten tho, she must be protected at all costs :’)

@woniewonwoo as 100% Sunoo ~

Sweeter than sugar, Miss Livvy is just so accepting and kind and- ahhhsgshsbs. Her eyes... I bet they sparkle in the sun like Sunoo's do… and omg she has a SNORING HABIT LIKE HIM!! 🥲 She can b pretty sassy too w ppl she doesn’t like, tho, lol

@wonfilez as 100% Jake ~

This girl doubles as an athlete AND academic genius? Now you can’t tell me that doesn't just SCREAM Jake!! Not to mention, she’s also an 02’ liner… Milly is just so friendly and she often types in all caps, which is soooo Jake-coded

@cheruluv as 100% Debut Era Sunoo ~

My delicate little snowflake, she's so soft and gentle about everything. Has a tendency to get overwhelmed at times (because life is TOUGH), but she always pushes through to the end. Iya’s just got a big heart, and I'm falling for it 🫶

@microwvdstrawb3rri3s as 100% Debut Niki ~

She's so pure and has this refreshing youthfulness about her… gets excited pretty easily, but with a shy side because she's still growing up and learning life. Very studious, which I think translates to Niki's dedication to dance in a way… Can’t forget to mention how adorable she is 🥰

• For this post, I only tagged moots who I’ve interacted with more frequently — no offense to anyone <3

[painsandconfusion]

Prompt List Masterpost

Lists of tropes and prompts for you to use.

That's the jiist of it.

They get their own post now because tumblr has a silly link limit.

Against the Wall | Apathetic Caretakers | Autumn (Season) | Bad Caretakers | Cigarettes | Coffee | Country Whumpers | Creative Restraints | Defiant Whumpees | Degradation Starters (collab with @wormwriting) | Drowning | Electrocution (Part 2) | Enemies to Allies | Falling | Food | Forced Comfort | Found You | Interrogation Tactics | Hair (original post and credit to @whumpsabyss) | Kidnapping Starters | Legs | Manipulation Starters | Mix n Match Prompts | Nails | Nonintimate Nicknames | Nonsexual Nicknames | Pirate Whump | Restraints | Sadistic Whumpee | Sassy Kidnapee | Soft Caretaker / Whumpee Interactions | Sand | Sensory Hell | Skin | Stalking | Stuck | Ties | Threats | Triggers | Undue Punishments | Unrecognizable | Vaguely Threatening Lines Completely Out Of Context | Whumper's Alphabet | Whumper & Caretaker Lines | Whumpers “Caretaking” | Wrong Place, Wrong Time

[butler-on-beale-street]

Unforgettable | E!Austin Butler X Plus!Reader | Part 5

Warnings: None, just fluff (FIRST KISS)!

A/N: This chapter is shorter than others, but I feel like it was well paced and I was excited to show you guys!

Word Count: 3K

here are two WONDERFUL moodboards that were made for unforgettable by the lovely @superbatson and @mpmarypoppins Here are the links respectively! They are exactly the vibe I am going for!

Moodboard 1 | Moodboard 2

Jumping out of your window, directly into his arms...not a bad deal, right?

“After you,” Elvis said, opening your car door for you. Within a few moments, he was zooming out of your neighborhood. You couldn’t help but look out of your window with anxiety as you watched the familiarity of your surroundings begin to shift into new views of Memphis. “You okay? You’re mighty quiet over there,” Elvis asked, eyeing you every few seconds from the steering wheel. 

You turned to him. “This is just very new to me.” You answered honestly. 

“What’s new to you?” He asked, taking his eyes off the road for a second before returning his focus. 

“How about casually going on a midnight spree with a superstar for starters,” You offered with a clever smirk. There was a moment of silence before Elvis spoke again. 

“I don’t think that’s what it is,” He said, this time keeping his eyes on the road. “I think you just aren’t used to attention.” This time, his eyes met yours, tracing your features as they fell in reaction to the accuracy of his words. You didn’t know what to say to that. “You are beautiful, Y/n. You’re smart, sassy, fun loving—and you know your worth.” You felt the heat rising through your skin. It wasn’t exactly embarrassment that you were feeling; rather, you felt exposed, like you were being seen beneath a magnifying glass. You were impressed and a bit surprised with how honest Elvis was. Even so, he always knew what to say to make you feel understood. 

“You’re right,” You agreed finally. “I'm used to living in the background.” You fidgeted with the fabric of your skirt, bunching it between your fingers as you spoke. “And for the longest time I was okay with it.” It was true. You were used to being the one whose story was written from the inside rather than being expressed through popularity—through being a spectacle for admirers. You’d much rather huddle in a corner with your books. They’d never judge you. They’d never perceive you for the things they could see on the outside, and never know from the inside. You had few friends in school. The rest came from your massive collection of literature. And for a long time, it was enough for you, until it wasn‘t anymore. 

“You know,” he began. “You would never think it, but I am very much like you.” You couldn’t help but scrunch your face in response. 

“How’s that?” You asked. “You’re literally one of the most famous people in the world.” You took a moment to adjust your expression, pulling it into more of a neutral position. 

“Mm, well that’s for my music and for my good looks,” He said with a soft grin. “The world knows Elvis Presley, but they don’t know Elvis.” You observed him, his expression flattening into something more thoughtful and intimate. “You’re getting to know Elvis. The world doesn’t know my life story. They don't know about my childhood. They don’t know about the struggle I went through, or how hard I fought to be able to make a name for myself and my family, or even to put food on the table.” He looked over at you once more. “Sorry, I know that’s a lot at once. But the truth is, in many ways, you and I share similarities that make me feel drawn to you. I feel like I can tell you things without feeling like you expect something outta me.” 

“I don’t feel like I am built to judge. At least not like the girls around me are.” you responded simply. “Superficial things do not interest me. Yes, I knew you were famous when I first met you, but even so, you are still a person behind all of the glamor, are you not?” You asked, tilting your body in your seat to see him better. 

“I am. I just happened to be blessed beyond measure when I least expected it. But even then, with fame comes consequences.” You nodded slowly as he pulled into a deserted parking lot. You recognized it as the Memphis RiverWalk. “Anyway, here we are.” He pulled the car in park, turning off the ignition. 

“The River Walk?” You asked, looking out of your window to see the brightly lit walkway that ran adjacent to the Mississippi river. There was no one in sight–something that would usually leave you feeling unnerved and vulnerable, but with Elvis, he had the opposite effect. His hand lacing in yours pulled your focus away from the window. 

“I have a little something prepared. Nothing big,” He said, his cheeks flushing slightly. You matched his gaze as he looked down at your hands clasped together. You squeezed your hand in his, using your thumb to stroke upon the softness of his skin. You followed his eyes as he looked at you. “You up for a midnight snack?” He asked, his eyebrow raising almost with mischief.

“Sure, why not?” You asked, returning a playful grin. 

“Wait till you see,” He answered, disconnecting his hand from yours to run over to your side of the car and open your door for you. “I had a little something prepared just in case you’d give into my wild idea.” His eyes sparkled in the low light as he looked at you. You couldn’t help but feel magnetized to him and the way he hung on your every word showed that he felt the same way too. 

He tossed his keys in the air, eliciting a soft metallic jingle as the keys flew up and fell back down into the palm of his hand. You waited for him as he unlocked the trunk, bending to retrieve whatever it was that he had packed. 

“These things are really convenient, you know–” He said, straightening, lifting a large picnic basket out of the boot of the car along with a lantern. “It fit some food, a blanket, some grapes, some–” You bent upward to kiss him softly on the cheek. He paused immediately in his tracks, looking down at you with subtle surprise. “What was that for, Cheeks?” He asked, his lips pulling into a smile. 

You shrugged in response. “I just think you’re sweet,” you said, looking back at him. “And I like you.” He put his arm around you, pulling you into him by your shoulder. 

“I like you too, Y/n. You know, I haven’t said it, but you have a beautiful name.” He pulled his hand down beside him, reaching for yours. 

***

“I like to come down here when I’ve got things to think about,” Elvis said as you both walked together. The night was humid and you could feel the muggy evening pasted upon your skin. Looking over the water, you watched the horizon split into multiple shades of darkness. “It’s quiet at night. I’d never be able to come here any other time.” 

“You know,” You said, swinging your hand with his. “I forget that you’re famous,” you admitted, looking up at him, your face pulled in a slightly embarrassed expression. 

He was quiet for a moment before letting out a belly laugh. “You just haven’t seen what it can be like if I’m not careful.” Before long, you had arrived in an area that was well lit by lamp posts. Elvis set down the picnic basket on the plush grass, reaching into it to retrieve the folded blanket that he had packed. “Let me get this all set up real quick,” he said, snapping the blanket out in front of him, letting it flutter to the ground in a perfect square. He got down on his knees, crawling onto the blanket. “C’mere,” he said, reaching his hand upward for you to take. 

You clasped your hand with his, bending your knees to join him on the blanket. “You really know how to make a last minute date, don’t you?” You asked, making yourself comfortable next to him. 

“Is this a date?” He asked, turning to you with a neutral expression. Your gut dropped and flipped over, suddenly extremely intimidated by the man beside you. He searched for your eyes, daring you to look at him. 

“I mean–I, uh,” you couldn’t help but let your gaze fall back down to the gingham pattern of the blanket, your fingers pinching nervously at the fabric. His fingertips found their way to your chin turning you to look at him. 

“I was just kiddin’.” He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth unconsciously. “I make you nervous, don’t I? Maybe I shouldn’t make it so obvious.” He brought his hands back down, reaching for a matchbook, ripping off a match and opening a latch on the lantern, inserting the flame inside. You watched as light began to splash the area around you, the soft flames fluttering in sienna glow. 

“You do, but it’s okay,” You answered, rubbing your arms–mostly as a nervous habit. 

“Are you cold?” He asked, shrugging off his jacket, pulling it around you. You reached up with your hands to bring it around your shoulders. You smiled softly as you looked at him. 

“Thank you,” you offered. You weren’t really cold, but having a piece of Elvis wrapped around you, no matter how small, made your insides do acrobatics. He nodded quickly before turning to the basket. 

“I brought a bottle of wine,” he said, pulling the bottle out of the basket, along with two wine glasses. “Also some snacks that I stole from the fridge.” 

“Stole?” You asked, clearly enthused. “Elvis, you’re set for life.”

“Mm, that may be true, but I didn’t have the staff pack all of this for me. I did it myself. I wanted everything to be my idea. For you.” He popped a grape into his mouth, unaware of the weight his words had. Your heart pounded in your chest. He cared enough to do all of this by himself. He could have simply asked anyone around him to handle it and they would have with no questions asked, but he wanted it to be perfect. You watched quietly as he poured a glass of wine for you both, handing yours over to you. “Cheers, Cheeks,” he said, lifting the glass in the air. 

“To what?” You asked, curious for what his response would be. 

“To unexpected gifts and chance encounters.” He winked at you as he clinked his glass against yours. You tilted your head, returning the sentiment. 

“Cheers.” 

***

“Do you ever think about how big the universe is?” You asked, laying back on your blanket, looking up at the night sky. Elvis laid beside you with his arms clasped together upon his chest. Though the air was thick and muggy, the constellations shone with spectacular clarity, twinkling like sequins and rhinestones upon dark velvet. 

“Back in Tupelo,” Elvis began, turning his head to you. “We lived in an itty bitty shack house. Poorest neighborhood in town.” He paused, looking back at the sky. “Well, even though it was just daddy, mamma and me, sometimes the house just felt too small. I needed somewhere to go.” He itched his face while he thought. “So, I’d just bring my pillows and a ratty old blanket outside and I’d sleep on the porch, thinking about how small I felt in such a big ole world.” He was quiet for another moment. “Maybe I was just too small for Tupelo, Mississippi.” He chuckled softly, before his features fell again. You smiled as you listened to him. “I’ve always been about music. Nothing else ever got my attention as much as it did. You know–I did okay in school. Not great, but you know what’s funny?” He asked, eyeing you from the side. 

“What?” You asked, propping yourself on your side so that you could see Elvis better. 

“Music was the only subject I ever failed at school.” He continued. 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your eyes widened as you giggled in disbelief. “You, Elvis Presley, failed music class?” He nodded, his lip curling into a guilty grin. “Sure did.” 

“Well, you sure showed them wrong,” you offered. 

“Well, it certainly ain’t all my good looks,” he said, flashing a bright smile. You rolled your eyes playfully. “It would be a pity if it were all a lie.”

“I’m hurt, Cheeks,” He said, leaning up and clutching his chest. “You just like me for my looks and for my singin’.” You shook your head. 

“That’s not why I like you, Elvis.” You offered quietly. Elvis’s humor softened into something more attentive. 

“No?” He asked, his eyebrow raising, maintaining a hint of a smirk. 

“No. I like you because you are compassionate to everyone you meet. You listen and care about what I have to say. You treat me just like everyone else. Probably even better, if I am being honest–” 

“Why wouldn’t I treat you good?” He asked, his face drawing into slight concern, possibly even confusion. 

“We both know I’m not a normal beauty. I could barely fit the clothes at that boutique you took Evey and I to. I’m not the prettiest or the most stylish.” 

“None of that matters to me,” He said, stopping you from continuing. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I was taken by you.” It was difficult to process what Elvis was telling you, and every synapse told you not to believe it. That is, until he pulled himself closer to you until he was practically leaning over you. He tilted your chin to look at him, and though it was very difficult to look directly in his eyes, you did it anyway. “I meant what I said in that letter, Y/n. I cannot stop thinking about you. Why do you think I drove to your house in the middle of the night, risking your uncle running after me with a pitchfork or a fireplace poker?” You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You didn’t know I was up, or if I would say yes,” You challenged quietly, still smiling at him. 

“But I was willing to take the drive, even if I didn’t get to see you. I just wanted to be close to you.” He said, his eyes looking deeply into yours, as if searching for the key to your soul, which he unknowingly already found. 

“You are now,” you offered matter-of-factly. 

 “Then I guess the risk was well worth the reward,” he replied in a low murmur, bringing his fingertips to rest upon your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. A moment of silence elapsed between the two of you, yet your bodies communicated in synchronization with one another. As if pulled together by orbital gravity, his lips found yours for the first time. Goosebumps spread all over your body as he touched you, his fingertips drifting to the nape of your neck as he leaned over you, his weight pressing you softly against the earth–and you let him. You had only been kissed a handful of times, and they were never moments that mattered enough for you to remember. Elvis set you ablaze with his touch, his lips molding to yours perfectly. You enjoyed that way that his kiss felt, so soft and sensitive to your every move. He kissed you with sincerity and intensity, savoring every touch and every taste of you. The kiss intensified and you felt your hands creep up to his body, taking the initiative to get him to turn so that you could have more leverage. With him on his back, you took the opportunity to mirror his previous approach, at risk of looking quite risquee. With no one looking, you didn’t care, and neither did he. You pressed yourself to him, feeling his lower teeth grinding softly against your lip as you kissed him. Your hands messied the neatness of his hair, twirling and pulling at the ends. His hands traveled about your body, but never strayed to anywhere inappropriate or questionable, no matter how much you both may have wanted it in the moment. For what seemed like forever, he held you in that embrace and you felt like you could never get enough of him. He broke from the kiss eventually, delivering several ragged puffs of air against your skin. 

“Wow,” He said softly, making a show of falling on his back, staring up at the sky.  He sighed deeply, his chest heaving up and down as he worked to regulate his breathing. “You wore me out,” He said, eyeing you with a sexy smirk. He raked both hands through his hair. You looked down at yourself realizing that you were halfway into the grass rather than on the blanket, which was now awkwardly  bunched up underneath Elvis. You decided not to care. You joined him, returning to lay beside him as you looked at the same stars together. “That was…” he began, searching for a finishing word. 

“Spectacular,” you offered, biting your own bottom lip, which had grown quite numb. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to kiss you,” He admitted, reaching down to take your hand. “I hope I didn’t do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.” 

“What? No, Elvis,” You said, turning on your side once more so that you were resting against him. “You make me feel beautiful–and I loved every second.” He looked at you for an extended moment and you dragged yourself upward to kiss him delicately upon the lips once more. “I am very happy. The happiest I have been in a very long time.” He held you that way for a long time, cuddled up to him with his arm around you, looking up at the stars.

End of Part 5.

Taglist: @mamaspresley @anestesia-mxm @misspygmypie @austin-butlers-gf @cozacorner @she-is-juniper @shimmeringlights44 @mariposa-mila @austinelvisimagines @sagesolsticewrites @guns-n-queen @anangelwhodidntfall @harley-thurd @bamitzzsam @annakatf @suitrry @eurusthewanderer @domaniquessidehoe @spencer-is-amazing @kittenlittle24 @softmullet @cb97slut @hunterthecharmer @mirandastuckinthe80s @puppykitt @stargiirl27 @maddieks-blog @kyddosebastian @girlnairb @its-funny-til-its-not @im-just-star-dust @bobbykennedyfan @venus-haze @groovydeputyfestivalkid @hockeyfootballhoe @21bruhs @thebeatlesbitch @dangerdolll @coffee-addict21 @kingelviscreole @adoreyouusugar @slutforblueeyes @theinvisiblecapricorn @ghxst-heart @yagirlalexx @sapph1re @madzandflowerz31 @kaycinema @theloveoftoms @annamarie16 @omgellenlouise @re3kin @feverdawg @cutie-ghost

[sabers-and-other-ocs]

“Let me out of bed. I’ll fight you from the blankets.”

(@wackedout Landrew and Violet)

@wackedout

"Do it then, " they grinned while wrapping him up in the blankets like a burrito.

[zenigatakeibu]

“Could just admit you’re a sweetheart and get this facade over with.”

📂 SOFT & SASSY STARTERS.

⚖️ ❝ EASY FOR YOU TO SAY, I've got a reputation to uphold! ❞

The doctor sits atop a crowded desk, facing him with a smile he knows so well. Kiriko's trips to the office are always an unexpected treat; rarely do they find themselves in the same city at all. They'll make good use of their time together of course, they always do. In fact even here, even now, while the door hangs half open, Zenigata can't help the way his hands drift. ❝ .. Besides, admitting it would only give you one less reason to tease me. ❞

[im-captain-basch]

Cranky, your Pokemon Professor in the AU

:)

Cranky is the Unova region's pokemon professor, and Diddy's great-grandfather. He seems scary, and rightly has a reputation for being grouchy and hard to work with, but the right subjects being broached have been known to reveal soft spots in his demeanor. His method of introducing new trainers to their starter pokemon is a bit different than in other regions, as he does provide them with the option to receive a pokemon that is different from the standard starter set, and often times these pokemon were ones that had come into the lab as a result of wild pokemon that attached themselves to him due to some strange draw he has. Despite his exterior visage, he genuinely cares about pokemon and their well-being.

Cranky is originally from Kanto, but also has Kalosian ancestry. He originally arrived in Unova at 14 to stay with his uncle in order to try out the region's gym circuit, but his plans were slightly derailed when he met his future wife.

His team consists of:

Spectre (Gengar, female, Naughty nature)

Bramble (Leafeon, male, Serious nature)

Falkor (Drampa, male, Relaxed nature)

Pokey (Slowbro, female, Bold nature)

Ptah (Conkeldurr, male, Impish nature)

Pepper (Ninetails, female, Sassy nature)

Some additional fun facts:

-Design-wise, it's pretty much just his gijinka design with a different pair of shoes and the lab coat on top (it's giving DK64 energy VwV). Trainer-wise, I tried to give him mostly Professor Oak vibes, but upon reflection, there may be some Professor Rowan vibes in there too.

-Cranky once managed to convince someone he forgot his wife's name and had just been too afraid to ask what it was after all this time.

-If he's actually doing work in the Pokemon Lab, you can usually find a small or base-stage pokemon in his lap or on his shoulder. He claims it helps him concentrate.

-Spectre has been with him the longest out of any of the pokemon he's ever had or tended to. (In fact, she picked him.)

-His desire to ensure the well-being of pokemon usually results in him being followed home by them. This once resulted in Kyurem of all pokemon tailing him.

-Cranky keeps his fourth-wall-breaking abilities from the DKC games, but with a little twist. :)

[fillyoursoulxx]

closed starter for @felteverywhere​ ft. dove

Now, it wasn't as if this night had to go perfectly. Louis was well aware that realistically it wouldn't and it shouldn't. Perfect made for boring. And that wasn't them. They were goofy and sassy and sometimes downright fucking clumsy. And he loved that about the two of them together. So he didn't have a heart attack when it started to pour on the way to the theatre and he had to use jacket to keep her from getting soaked. There was zero panic when they were late or so chilly they slipped into the bathroom together to dry off with the hand dryers. Nope, not even the ticket guy almost refusing their rain stained tickets shook his unyielding belief that this was in fact, going to be an epic "first" date.

The universe was trying them, that was for fucking sure, but it was that imperfection that had Louis smiling, his fingers toying with hers, throughout the performance of Midsummer Night's Dream. It was a welcome escape, one he hadn't been sure of at first. He had limited knowledge of the plays that Dove enjoyed and this one felt almost a little cliche. But it was kinda a means to an end anyway so if she did hate it, he hoped dinner would redeem that.

That and well, the beaming greeting delivered by the one and only Max as soon as they slipped back into the lobby. She-- wasn't rude. Not exactly. Curious. Blunt. But not rude as she casually brought up their night in her hot tub, how up until that very moment she'd never seen Louie with a girl, let alone introduced her, and you know the fan favorite, be gentle, he's fragile nonsense. It was all in good fun, he knew that. This was what? Years of pent up embarrass your little brother in front of a girl he likes vibes. But he smiled and laughed and quipped back, just holding out for the moment Max wandered off and he had Dove alone.

The lobby was just about empty when he smirked, dipping down to give her a kiss before his hands slipped over her eyes. "Alright, you gotta trust me now. Slow steps," he said turning her in his arms to guide her back to the double doors. It was slow going, mostly to build anticipation as they reentered. The was soft music playing, the melody light like the dance of fireflies and the lighting was dim, colored with the exact tint and warmth to evoke the feeling of drifting away to another realm. The stage was still set, the only change being a table that looked just as much like a tree stump as it did a table and chairs. Dinner was set. Nothing extravagant, some take out a door dasher delivered from down the street. But eh, not everything had to be perfect.

He hummed, the two of them still in the aisle, head tilting as he found the right view. "Alright, keep in mind. I'm extra. So-- if you know, it freaks you out a bit, you can say so. Also if you love it and think i'm entitled to a "fuck yeah, you're amazing and i can't get enough of you" fool around sesh later, you can tell me that too," He was teasing, it was obvious by his laugh, but there were some butterflies skirting around obnoxiously in his gut. At the idea that all of this might really be too much. He took a little breath, reminding himself this was good. Epic. And he moved his hands, watching her as her eyes flickered open and he gestured out to the stage, "Tah dah-- dinner is served your majesty. What do you think?"