#they were onto something but also he looks so comfy in most of this movie

[scuddish]

NORMAN REEDUS as TRAVIS GOSSIP 2000 | dir. Davis Guggenheim

[stvrni0lo]

𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞

matt sturniolo x reader (fluff)

summary: an innocent kiss in the kitchen which makes your heart race

warnings/notes: kissing, that’s about it

requested?: yes! number 1 “hugging and A absentmindedly kissing B’s neck” from my actions prompt list

> > >

Matt was over at your place today. He claimed he needed a break from Nick and Chris.

“I want to spend time with just you,” he had said.

He loved his brothers, but he also loved having you to himself occasionally. So now he stood in between your legs as you were perched on top of your kitchen counter, a movie mindlessly playing on your TV in the background.

He was watching you make yourself a cup of tea, eyes drifting to look at you as you waited for the water to boil.

Matt always thought you looked beautiful when you were in your comfy clothes. Something about seeing you engulfed in his sweater and a loose pair of sweats set his heart ablaze.

He fiddled with the neck of your - or his - jumper, adjusting it slightly as it was tucked inside of itself. Setting his hand down onto the counter to rest at your sides, he kissed the space on your neck absentmindedly.

Your breathing hitched slightly at the act. Somehow he still found ways to make you giddy and flustered, even after all this time.

“What?” he asked, amused by the heat rising to your cheeks.

You shook your head, giggling. “Nothing.”

“You liked that?” he teased. He just wanted to get a reaction out of you.

“Shut up!” you said as you lightly shoved his shoulder before covering your face up with your hands.

Sometimes you hated how much he could make you blush with the smallest of actions. You also loved it. No one could make you feel the way he did, and he knew it.

“Oh come on, I think it’s cute that you’re getting all embarrassed,” he said as he took your hands away to look at your face.

“Don’t hide that pretty face,” he added as he intertwined your fingers together.

He was killing you right now.

“Maattt,” you whined, looking away.

He laughed at your flushed state, noticing how you were looking down at the counter instead of at him.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry.”

You hesitantly looked back at him, only to be met by him staring at you with the most adorable eyes. You couldn’t stay mad at that face. The adoring look that he had in his eyes would’ve made your knees buckle had you not been sitting down.

Matt’s hands moved up to your waist and encircled behind your back, moving you closer to him.

“How about an apology kiss?” he asked rhetorically.

Brushing his hair out of his eyes with your fingertips, you leaned forward to meet his lips.

His arms hugged you impossibly closer, your chests meeting in the middle. He always found a way to get you near him. You were just so intoxicating to him.

Hands burying into his hair, you deepened the kiss. He gently sighed into your mouth, molding his lips perfectly against yours. Suddenly you realized that you could die happy like this.

The boiling water was almost forgotten as you pulled away, Matt’s eyes still closed as you checked your tea cup.

“I need to finish my tea,” you stated, catching your breath.

He wasn’t having any of it, though. His lips chased yours once again, holding your cheek in one of his hands as he rubbed his thumb over it.

“The tea can wait,” he mumbled against your now warm lips.

“Mhm and you can’t?” you laughed back.

He looked you in the eyes, shaking his head with a dopey smile on his face. If there was anything Matt was good at, it was convincing you to forget about anything else you were doing in the moment.

Giving one last peck to his lips, you continued making your tea. His hands were now on your thighs, rubbing small circles into the fabric as he watched you.

Leaning his forehead on your shoulder, he waited for you to finish making your drink.

“Can I get a reward kiss for being so patient?”

You laughed yet again. He tended to be clingy, but today he was exceptionally affectionate.

“Matt, that was less than 2 minutes.”

“2 minutes too long,” he said as he watched you pick your tea up and jump off the countertop.

Taking your hand in his, he lead you to the couch to finish the half-forgotten movie.

- - -

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

stupid baby

words: 600

warnings: toxic/manipulative rafe, fighting/arguing

“its seriously not that big of a deal!” you shout, chest rising and falling as you glare at rafe, arms crossed over your chest.

“you're right, that's why you just need to listen to me!” rafe yells back. 

it's a stupid argument, one that only started because you were tired and rafe came home frustrated.

“you just want me to do everything you say, you don't even care about me!” you flop down onto the couch, burying your head in your knees as your curl up, tears falling down your cheeks as they finally spill over, unable to blink them back any longer.

you hear rafe audibly sigh. you've gotten into little fights before, minor arguments that never lasted more than an hour at most, and he's never made you cry before.

“baby-” rafe coos, sitting down next to you, putting his arm around your small frame, tugging you into his body. “don't cry.”

“i hate fighting with you.” you whine, pressing your face into his chest, moving so you can climb onto his lap.

“i know, and none of that would happen if you just agree with me in the first place stupid baby.” rafe says softly, the harsh words not cutting as hard with his sweet tone. you sit up on his lap, rubbing the tears off your face as you sniffle.

“i only tell you what to do when it's to protect you. i want you to be your own person baby, but i also need to look after you and sometimes just need you to listen. okay?”

“yeah.” you nod. “i love you.”

“i love you too kiddo.” rafe says, petting his hands over your thighs. “and i hate having to yell at you, so please don't make me do it again.”

“promise.” you nod, snuggling your chest into rafes, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while he holds you close to him.

rafe presses kisses to your shoulder and neck, nuzzling his nose into your skin.

“i don't even really remember why we started fighting in the first place.” you admit shyly.

“me either.” rafe chuckles. “either way, im glad we worked it out.”

“me too.” you hum, sitting up straight. “maybe we can just chill out? i know we were talking about going to a party but i just wanna stay home with you.”

“that sounds good to me baby.” rafe says, also tired out from the fight and knowing you need to spend some time alone. “why don't you go change into something comfy and then we can cuddle and watch a movie?”

you nod, getting up off of rafes lap. you hurry up the stairs, walking past the mirror and remembering why your fight started. your dress is riding up high on your thighs, and it's fitting you like a second skin. rafe said you couldn't wear it out and when you pushed back for the first time in your relationship, it turned into an all out fight.

you shake your head with a laugh when you realize that the dress not only is too tight and small, but it doesn't even look good on you, hugging your body in all the wrong places while hiding what you want to show off.

you change into pajamas, tossing the dress right into the trash.

“rafey.” you call when coming down the stairs, taking his place on his lap. “you were right about the dress.”

“im always right, honey.” rafe says, like he knew you would come to this consensus.

“next time ill just listen to you.” you promise, giving rafe a kiss before turning to the tv, grabbing the remote to pick a movie for the night.

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[milksnake-tea]

Dunno if you've ever answered an ask like this before, but do you mind telling us about your mutuals?

Rather, their writing styles and how they interact (No pressure if this sounds like I'm intruding on a boundary or something, I've noticed that you reblog a lot of works and I'm trying to find more fic writers from HSR and Genshin to support, but sometimes it feels a little scary 😅)

HELP NO IT'S OKAY !!! no fear in asking, we love people like you <333 these are mainly the mutuals that i've read fics from so that i can actually tell you how they write but still. THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG ONE STRAP IN FOLKS. if i forgot ygs im sorry oops... also sorry for the tag COUGHS (esp to the ppl i keep tagging when i get asked abt my moots BYE kawa skip mhie naru ren im so sorry i love you i swear)

@generalsmemories

NARU !!! ONE OF MY FIRST EVER HSR MOOTS AND ONE OF THE WRITERS I LOOK UP TO THE MOST. her writing style is very scenic?? if i were to describe it, it's very dreamy and whimsical and it's like reading a fantasy book. very descriptive but not so descriptive that you're eating fancy words. she's jing yuan centric but occasionally writes for others such as dan heng and sunday! she's honestly very very silly when it comes to interaction, like in an older sister way <33 she talks like an aesthetic if that makes sense

@inarvii

skip has a very elegant feel to her writing like LORD. it's giving noble/fantasy thriller enemies to lovers but in a writing style i love her prose and how she really makes you feel the vibe of a scene. she's really kind and sweet, gives older sister vibes lowkey

@k9wa

kawa is like me but x497842389 cooler and with a lot better grasp on characters. you want proper characterization? you want big brain ideas? GO TO HIM. his writing feels theatric, like a movie or a play. it's so descriptive and he does an amazing job at describing action and characters and GRGRGRGR

@luvether

lord i dont know if its okay to tag you but uhm. hi waves hand 😭😭 honestly i haven't interacted w kou much but from what i can tell she's really nice!! BUT I HAVE READ HER WRITING. AND LAWRD. her writing feels like little snapshots of life, you feel like you're actually like. THERE. she always has the biggest brain of ideas i swear and i highly recommend her writing. mostly fluff with a touch of angst, one of my favorites fr !!

@emiken-070907

hi emi. bet you didn't expect to get tagged here huh. but you have one hsr fic and that's enough for me to slap you onto here and promo you (it's on ao3 and it's not an x reader, but it is a tragedy yanqing timeskip!!! i beta read for that btw flips hair (i still need to edit im so sorry emi please)). as for interaction, she is silly asf. TO ME PERSONALLY? shes like the ratty little sibling that you want to throw out the window but would also kill for. has great vibes over all, she's so sweet but sometimes shes a lil shit so. yeah. idk how she acts to followers but she is like that to ME. but she is full of whimsy and glee so there's that

@rainswept

edgar allan poe incarnate over here??? HELLO??? crow is. her writing is RAW. like okay this is going to get a bit gorey but they write like a freshly opened wound, it's vulnerable, it's poetic, it's pure imagery and i LOVE it. also another goofy moot. i think like just attracts like atp

@tragedy-of-commons

gwen is an absolute SWEETHEART. very silly. BUT THEY'RE SO SWEET. her writing is literally sunlight put into literary terms, if that makes sense. it's warm, comfy, and cozy (except when she kills you in the arms of your favorite character. which she has done) and i highly recommend her writing for a comfy read <3

@iceunhie

mhie is a HATER OF THE HIGHEST ORDER jk i love her she just bullies me GOODBYE 😭 mhie gives off older sister vibes, a lot of people (including me HELP) see her as intimidating but she's really sweet once you get to know her. or she calls you milk. who knows. ANYWAYS genuinely one of the people i look up to most, she always gives amazing feedback on writing and her own writing??? the prose??? she's a master at it. knows how to really elevate a piece and it's just really easy on the eyes. she's also a research writer, her jiaoqiu fic utilizes chinese proverbs and terminology and i think that's really neat <3

@st6rly

hi bottom beta. okay wait sorry you have a reputation i forgot ANYWAYS. SOL IS SUCH A SILLY GOOSE. i love him. BUT HE IS SO GOOFY AND I MEAN THAT IN A POSITIVE WAY. i haven't read that much about what sol writes unfortunately since i'm no longer interested in genshin that much 😭😭 but i've heard good things !! definitely someone you wanna check out if you like good vibes :D

@lowkeyren

ren my pookiebear my LORD !!! resident aquila favonia haver (she has like 21 as of right now) and she serves every time she writes. always gets slapped onto my rec list because she's one of the few writers that genuinely have me kicking and giggling 😭 really cute, really tension filled, one of my favorite authors :))

@scribs-dibs

SUNNIII true to his name his writing feels just so warm and light, like a slice of life anime. very relaxing reads, at least from what i've seen !! very warm, really really cute <33 like the main one that ive read from him is that alhaitham jealousy fic and??? the characterization was ON POINT. i loved it so much (the switch up made me laugh) as for personality. HES FUNNY. LIKE HES STRAIGHT UP HILARIOUS I LOVE HIM GO CHECK HIM OUT I SWEAR ITS WORTH IT

@akutasoda

q has a very pretty vibe if that makes sense, i haven't read much from them but i can definitely say that their writing style is beautiful, like a meadow full of flowers or a quiet stream. they've always been kind to me in that sort of older sibling way, and they're someone that i would trust as an emergency contact. lots of genshin and hsr from what i've seen on my dash, so definitely go check them out!

@aviiarie

avery's on the more reserved side, at least from my point of view, or maybe that's because when i first met them they had a ferminet pfp. they're pretty chill and casual, and can i just say? their writing is very easy to read, it has great flow and i can just lose myself in the fic. like i don't see the words i see what the words are saying, if that makes sense. avery also focuses on platonic writing, although they have been writing some romance with furina!! my personal favorite work of theirs was that fic of arlecchino comforting her crying child because it made me feel so much better about my life at 9 am when i just woke up.

@vynicity

FELICITYYYY she's a mutual in my heart even tho apparently tumblr thinks i dont follow her. but i do. ANYWAYS. another person that i consider on the more reserved side, but she's been fun whenever we talked. can i just say. SHE IS SO GOOD AT WRITING AVENTURINE. there's this one fic down the line about him being drunk??? i think??? and I ATE THAT UP because the tension and atmosphere that she managed to create. just magnificent. she has an aventurine series up right now iirc (i still need to read the new chapter im so sorry feli) and the prologue was. a roller coaster so definitely go check her out!

@vxnuslogy

vee is literally bursting with ideas and by god does she put them to use. i always see them brainrotting or thinking of new ideas or things to write, literally one of the most creative people ive met. can be a little silly, but still a sweetheart <33 her writing is more formal than what i'm used to i'll admit, but still a delight to read nevertheless <33 very descriptive is how i'd describe it, like it feels like she's looking at the scene as shes writing it

@ughscara

ayame is like. the sweetest person i have ever met. like ill be here being a little shit and she'll still be an absolute sweetheart I ALMOST FEEL BAD BECAUSE SHE HAS TO DEAL WITH MY ASS BYE 😭😭 i just recently reblogged one of her works and it straight up feels like it came out of a fairytale, it was so light and sweet <33

[lfghughes]

Today, Tomorrow, and Forever

a/n: i'm in a sappy mood right now okay guys so i just had to write something kinda cute with Jack

A small study break was exactly what you needed. A part of you definitely regretted your idea of taking summer classes because not only was it a lot more work than a normal semester but you also had to give up a lot of plans with your friends. You also had to give up plans with Jack who you had kinda sorta been dating for a couple of months before the end of the hockey season and then at the beginning of summer you two had made it official. It was going great except for the fact that most days you couldn’t go out because you had to study.

A bunch of his friends had come to New Jersey and they were all currently down at the shore bar hopping while you were sitting in your bed in comfy sleepwear. You flicked through your phone during your study break and a laugh fell from your lips when a video of Jack trying his best to DJ at the bar came up. You could tell right away he was a few drinks deep but your boyfriend was adorable at least. You quickly sent him the video “hottest thing I’ve seen all night.” You texted him and after a few minutes your phone started buzzing, letting you know Jack was FaceTiming you.

“Baby, you got to come out.” Jacks face popped up on your screen and you could tell he had gone outside to call you. “It’s way too late, it’ll take me too long to get there. I’m sorry. I’ll try to go out tomorrow with you guys.” Your words made a pout grow on his lips. “Is it okay if I come over after? I promise I won’t be out too late, I can start coming over now. I want to see you.” Now that you definitely wouldn’t mind.

“You can come over whenever, don’t leave now if you don’t want to. Hang out with your friends. You have a key to my place so you can just spend the night if you want.” Depending on the time you would probably be asleep but you liked the idea of waking up to him and lately you’ve either been sleeping at his place or he’d be at yours. “I’ll get an uber, I’m ready to come home to you.” Your stomach turned at his words, you knew exactly where your feelings stood for him and you knew you were falling deeply in love with him.

About a hour later you heard Jack come into your place. “Hey handsome.” You told him and a smile grew on his lips as he hopped up on your bed, pulling you right onto his lap. “Mmm, I missed my girl tonight.” He told you as he buried his face into your neck, his arms wrapping around you tightly. You both stayed like that for a couple more minutes before Jack pulled away. His fingers moving to tuck a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “I think I am completely in love with you.”

There was that thumping in your chest as his words slipped out of his lips. “Jack, you’re still drunk.” At your words he quickly shook his head. “I’m buzzed at the most right now but I’ll tell you again in the morning.” He told you as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. “And every day and moment after that too. Because I’m definitely going to marry you one day.” Jack pulled away, his blue eyes looking up at you and you could see just how serious he was. “But for right now I’m going to shower and get changed so we can watch a movie and cuddle.” He told you before leaning in to press a quick peck to your lips.

Jack gently moved your body back onto the bed and got up to go to the drawer that held a bunch of his clothes. “Hey Jack?” You watched as he turned at the sound of your voice. “Just so you know, I love you too.” At your words a wide smile spread on his lips. “Love hearing you say that.”

[lucy90712]

Halloween headcannons

Gavi: 

- You and Pablo are invited to a party on the day before Halloween which he isn’t keen on attending but all of his friends are going so he agrees to go 

- As much as Pablo wasn't keen to go you were really excited as you had never been to a Halloween party before as your parents has never allowed you to go which is one for the reasons Pablo agreed to go because he wanted to make you happy 

- Going to a party together means getting to pick a couples costume although it takes some convincing to get Pablo to agree to do it but once you do you spam him with screenshots of different options 

- Pablo loves seeing you so excited over all things Halloween as it reminds him that you still a child at heart sometimes which he loves to see as usually you are the serious one in the relationship and he loves when he gets to see your fun side

- When it comes to actually deciding your costume Pablo wants to be something stupid but you want to do something that you can actually take pictures in and look good 

- Eventually the two of you agreed on the joker and harlequin which you both know is basic but you do it really well as you do the makeup perfectly and you find really good costumes the two of you look so good that to start with people don't recognise you 

- During the party Pablo is attached to you at the hip as he knows how good you look and doesn't want other guys looking at you for too long or trying to flirt with you as he's the only one who gets to enjoy how good you look 

- The two of you do have fun as you make Pablo dance with you for a bit and you spend most of the time just talking with his friends who you get on really well with 

- You also get the cute couple pictures you wanted which Pablo was against at first but once he saw them he was sending them to himself from your phone and posting them to his private account within an instant 

- On Halloween the two of you decided to spend the night in just the two of you as you'd both had enough of social interaction after the party 

- Once Pablo is back from training and you are done with uni work for the day you both change into comfy clothes and get set up on the sofa where you plan to remain for the rest of the night 

- As it's Halloween both of you decided to watch scary movies which both of you hate but as it's Halloween you feel like you have to watch at least a few 

- You start out a bit more lighthearted before getting to actually scary movies and as soon as the first jump scare came you both grabbed onto each other and just didn't let go 

- Pablo was scared of the movies as well but he makes sure that he holds onto you tightly and acts like a manly protective boyfriend thinking he's hiding his fear well although he's definitely not and part of the reason you are holding onto him so tightly is so that he feels protected too 

- About halfway thought the scariest movie either of you have ever seen the doorbell rings which makes both of you scream until you realise it's probably just some trick or treaters at your door and not a serial killer or a ghost 

- After that scare you stop watching scary movies and out something more lighthearted on until you are both ready to go to bed where you hold each other a little tighter than usual just to be safe 

Pedri:

- For the week leading up to Halloween each night you and Pedri watch a Halloween themed or a scary film you start with less scary films but as the week went on you the fear factor increased to the point that the last film didn't get finished as there was one jump scare that frightened the life out of both of you 

- You also do a lot of baking together as you had found some fun themed recipes which you wanted to try out and Pedri enjoys baking with you so that's another thing you do of an evening 

- Neither of you are great at baking but the more you bake the better the things you make get the two of you are so proud of everything you make that you bring some of it for your friends at work to try and Pedri brings some for the staff at the club to enjoy 

- The month of October always consists of a fun competition between you and Pedri of who can scare the other the most times 

- Last year Pedri won by one point but this year you were determined to beat him so you carefully plan out what you are going to do to maximise the opportunities you have to scare Pedri 

- You get off to a great start but just hiding and making Pedri jump whenever he comes home which lulls him into a false sense of security thinking you don't have any plans for your little competition 

- By the end of the month you well and truly won the competition and you were very proud of yourself as you pulled off some great scares with fake spiders and a brilliant one with some fake blood that really got Pedri to the point he agreed that you deserved multiple points for that one 

- As much as you spend the month scaring each other you did do some fun things together like decorating the front of the house and carving pumpkins 

- On the night of Halloween you had been invited out by your friends and they had told you that you could invite Pedri but he wasn't keen on going wanting you to just go and have fun 

- That decision remained until you showed Pedri what you were planning to wear and straight away he told you he would come with you which you knew would happen as you knew Pedri wouldn't be able to cope knowing you were out dressed like that without him 

- In the end he comes with you but he still lets you have fun with your friends he just makes sure he keeps you in his sight and he made you wear the necklace you have with his initial on just to make guys think twice 

- A few guys do approach you but Pedri is always by your side within seconds and putting his arms around you which means they all leave you alone allowing you to have fun without having to constantly keep your wits about you 

- At some point you leave your friends to go and spend some time with Pedri which involves getting him to dance with you even though he says he hates dancing 

- Despite you being dressed as an angel to make your friends you are acting a lot more like a devil as you dance with Pedri 

- The both of you decide to leave the party early and go back home to spend the rest of the night together where Pedri gets to admire your outfit and you can truly show off your more devilish side which Pedri very much enjoys

[sugar-omi]

TRANS MASC COVE TRANS MASC COVE (sfw +nsfw hcs pls,, id love your thoughts)

NO BC NOW YOU'VE PUT THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD N I NEED HIM DESPERATELY eta while im in the middle of writing: after this i... i can no longer hold onto my fem!cove thoughts. n i am eating up trans!cove like a starving ANIMAL.

tags : SFW + NSFW, transmasc (ftm) cove, switch cove/reader, some mentions of body/gender dysmorphia, im sure theres 1 transphobe walking around sunset bird so the smallest mention of that clown

SFW

i've been seeing a lotta top surgery scar tattoos on my twt timeline lately, and pls some of them i need for myself bc they're so!!!! pretty!!!!

so i can definitely see him getting tattoos there

not because he wants to cover em up, i just think he sees so many flash sheets over time that he's SOLD

mmm i wanna say that fem/afab!cove would have small boobs

or B cups at most

either way, i almost wanna say that his boobs before surgery wouldn't bother him as much unless someone was sexualizing him or he was exercising n his boobs were bouncing too much or smth like that

even then its usually complaints of, "ugh, this bra isn't supportive..." or something like that

ofc he still has his moments

i also think he only binds sometimes, rarely

doesn't do it often since it's often hot outside, or especially if he's sporty, its uncomfortable

(also looked it up just to be sure) but since he's always on the beach its inconvenient/unnecessary to wear if he can't wear it in the water

but like i said i think he'd be pretty flat/small anyway, so i think he's okay

mm definitely doesn't give up having long hair, or wearing the occasional dress/skirt ofc

but will correct one of the old sunset bird residents if they try and say "see honey, it was a phase, you're wearing a dress today!"

also idk abt yall, n this is more of a general thought, but i feel like step 2 cove's impulse control is. deathly low.

so one day, he has long/long-ish hair

and the next he has a mullet, wolf cut, or buzz cut.

he's so chaotic to me pls

now i've had fem!cove on my mind for weekssss now

so i'm not just saying this

but cove is still buff

thick muscly thighs, NICE ARMS. REALLY NICE ARMS

mm so i feel like he looks pretty androgynous or masc anyway

now im projecting here.

but cove has irregular periods, n they're pretty heavy most the time

or lasts awhile (ok im done projecting. sorry cove</3)

also think he deals with cramps (IM SORRY COVE)

i think his period is the biggest trigger of his body/gender dysmorphia too

although i think fem!cove would hate her period anyway altho tbf who doesnt

he'd definitely appreciate some comfort!!!

bring him another heating pad, your comfiest hoodie or blanket and snacks

he's very happy for the thoughtfulness and the company

step 2 cove would definitely be moved by such thoughtfulness... he's in tears

so after the first time it's a trend to spend time together in his bed, watching movies or something while he's cuddled into your side or next to you in a cove-rrito, all sleepy n comfy...

NSFW

had to stop writing the SFW to write this bc i had a thought

cove laid out all pretty... his chest rising and falling and he's all teary eyed as you're between his legs, eating his cunt until he's seeing stars.

pls his cunt with be so sensitive, and he'd be so pretty to fuck

would shake so much too

his thighs quivering so bad he clamps around your hand

you'd have to hold his legs up so he doesn't nearly flatten your head between his thick thighs

"y/n!" cove cries, his hands tangled in your hair and he's trying so hard not to squish your head between his thighs, but your tongue is flat against his sensitive clit, sucking and bullying the poor button while your fingers make a loud, sloppy mess of his hole.

he whines, hips shaking in your hands.

you tighten your grip on his waist, your fingers digging into the flesh, grumbling irritably around his clit but cove just cries out a loud moan and slurred word, torn between your name, a cuss word, and a cry for god.

you pull of his clit, your fingers still curling against that spongy spot inside his sloppy walls. "stay still, you're gonna crush my head..." you start to kiss his thighs, small kisses turning into you sucking deep hickeys into his tan skin, and that turning into biting.

cove gasps for air, his eyes fluttering closed as he squirms.

"fuck, y/n, please..." he mumbles, tugging at the bedsheets.

you stop the assault on his thighs, leaning up on your elbows so you can give cove a kiss, your lips lazily moving together...

anyway... horny aside for a moment<333

mm i could see cove not getting or really wanting bottom surgery

i think trans cove would be pretty comfortable with his body's appearance overall

and he's probably read into it a lot since it's not like he hasn't thought about it, i could just see him probably deciding its not something he wants

ARGGHH HE'D BE A DEMON WITH THE STRAP THOUGH

ahh. cove holding you down or folding your legs against your chest while he slams his hips against yours...

his strap hitting your poor prostate / cervix, he'd coo about how cute your whines are and that you're making him leak

would definitely upset he can't fill you up w cum

especially if you wanna get pregnant, rambles about how much he wishes he could fill you up with his cum again and again and again...

arghhh fuck imma lose my MIND

definitely takes advantage of those squirting dildos

can at least admire how you look oozing milky lube

omfg definitely wakes up all excited to tell you if he dreamed about it too...

has an array of straps

we already know he has a tentacle dildo or two deep in his closet...

yeah tries them out on you

"don't get tired yet, i have one more.. and it has a knot!!!"

he just likes to experiment on you a little~~ bit <333

ohh please tell him he looks handsome/sexy while you're giving him head

he'll die.

FUCK HE'D GO CRAZY IF YOU RIDE HIM TOO I KNOW IT

yeah he's still the same cute, secretly horny, big crybaby pookie <3333 i love him pls

[fanficshiddles]

Eternally Mine, Chapter 24

Louise was buzzing with excitement when the taxi pulled up outside Loki and Claire’s place. The journey from her house was just under three hours, so it was quite long but it felt even longer than usual because she had been so desperate to get there.

She was really excited, but there was also a tiny tiny part of her that was a little nervous. It was going to be her first time being alone with Chris, in a private setting. Though she knew that Bat was going to obviously be there, she knew she was safe with Chris. It was just her mind trying to make her worry more.

Thankfully, her excitement was much higher than her nerves. So, she bounded out of the taxi and up the steps to the door excitedly. She raised her hand to press the doorbell, but Chris was already there and opening the door before she could do so.

‘I didn’t even get a chance to ring.’ Louise laughed.

Chris opened his arms to her and she instantly went into his embrace.

‘Would it be weird if I said I could smell you coming up the path?’ Chris asked with a chuckle.

‘Depends… Like a bad BO smell, or a good smell?’ Louise asked, muffled against his chest.

‘Most definitely good. You have no idea how incredible you smell to me, pumpkin.’ Chris growled low and buried his face into her hair, making her giggle as she felt her cheeks heat up.

‘You smell really good too.’ She admitted, still smushed against his chest as he was reluctant to release her. Not that she was attempting to get out of his embrace, anyway.

Until Bat sauntered up to them, that was. She let out a big yowl from behind Chris.

‘Ah, sorry, Bat… I was about to feed you, wasn’t I?’ He asked sheepishly as they reluctantly ended their hug.

Louise shut the door and took off her jacket while Chris went into the kitchen to feed Bat. Louise headed through too.

‘I brought some red wine.’ She said, holding up a bottle.

‘You remembered my favourite.’ Chris grinned widely. ‘I got something for you.’

Once he fed Bat, he grabbed a carrier bag that was sitting on the table and pulled out a box of chocolates for her.

‘And you remembered my favourite chocolates!’ Louise beamed happily, she was ecstatic that he remembered.

‘Of course.’ Chris grinned.

‘These and the wine will go great for our movie night.’ She suggested and Chris agreed.

After making sure Bat was happy and sorted, they grabbed the wine and chocolates and headed through to the living room to get comfy. Chris had the fire roaring and the small table lamps were on low, it was nice and cosy. The TV was ready to go too, with a film Chris had picked. As Louise told him to decide on one, since she was so indecisive with films.

‘You’ve picked something?’ She asked as they got comfortable on the sofa together, she sat right next to him so they could snuggle.

‘I thought the original Halloween would be a good choice. Is that ok?’ Chris asked.

‘Sounds good.’ Louise nodded.

They opened the chocolates and Chris started the film. Louise was happy snuggling in against him under his arm. Though when some jumps scenes started, she ended up turning more into him to hide her face and cling to him.

Chris couldn’t stop smiling, just spending time like this with her. Though he was really enjoying the way she was clinging to him and hugging into him for protection.

It made him feel rather warmed, that she seemed to go to him for protection. Even if it was just from a film.

Louise enjoyed the way his arm was protectively around her, how he’d rub her arm or kiss the top of her head whenever she jumped. Though when he started trailing his fingers through her hair, she completely melted and lost it.

‘Is this film too scary, pumpkin?’ Chris asked softly.

‘It’s fine…’ She briefly took her head out of his side to grab some chocolate and look at the screen for a moment.

‘Aww, I’ll protect you, don’t worry.’ Chris then dragged her onto his lap, making her squeak a little in surprise.

Though she very quickly got comfortable sitting sideways on his lap. It made her realise more just how big he was, not only was he tall but he was really broad as well. He made her feel absolutely tiny in comparison.

She spent most of the film with her face hidden in the crook of his neck instead, though she didn’t mind, because he smelled so good. He had his arms wrapped around her most of the time, unless he was grabbing a chocolate or a drink of wine. Every now and then, he would pop a bit of chocolate into her mouth for her, making her giggle or blush more.

When the film was over, he turned the TV over onto a music channel just for background noise in the mean-time.

‘I would ask if you enjoyed it, but I think you spent most of it hiding.’ Chris chuckled as he rubbed her back in circles.

She leaned back slightly to look at him. ‘You picked a scary film on purpose, didn’t you?’

‘Absolutely.’ He grinned widely without hesitation.

They both started laughing, though they then heard Bat meow from the side. Chris looked over and she was sitting on the table beside the sofa. Louise craned her neck round to look. Bat pawed at her phone that was sitting there.

‘What is it?’ She asked, confused.

Bat meowed again and pawed her phone once more.

Chris picked up Louise’s phone and handed it to her. Louise raised an eyebrow when she unlocked her phone to see a few missed messages from Claire.

‘Oh. It's Claire asking if we are all good. Says that Loki is paranoid.’ Louise laughed.

‘Ah, yes. No doubt worried that I’ve taken you back to my lair and have got you trapped in my coffin, as my own personal blood bank.’

‘Is that a threat or a promise?’ Louise asked playfully with a coy smile.

Chris chuckled and gave her side a playful squeeze. ‘It can be whatever you prefer.’ He purred, making her stomach go nuts with butterflies.

She had no idea why she felt rather bold, she just felt so secure and safe with him. She’d never felt this pull towards someone before, she just wanted to be in his arms constantly.

‘Let’s send them a picture to prove we are behaving.’ Louise suggested.

‘For now…’ Chris winked at her, making her laugh again.

‘Can you do the thing? Really wind him up.’ Louise asked.

‘The thing?’ Chris asked, confused.

‘The vampire thing with your eyes and fangs?’

‘Ohhh. This thing?’ Chris grinned, which widened and he opened his mouth so his fangs were on display, his eyes turned a deep red.

‘Yeah… that thing.’ Louise nodded, feeling her face heat up again.

She turned her head away to hold her phone up to take a selfie of them both. Though Chris could feel her squirm ever so slightly, he tried his best to not think about it.

Think un-sexy thoughts, think un-sexy thoughts. He chanted to himself. There was no chance he was about to ruin their night and let his emotions take over.

‘What take-away do you want for dinner?’ Chris asked after she sent the picture to Claire.

‘I don’t mind, what do you want?’

Chris tsked at her and shook his head as he gently gripped her chin. ‘I picked the film, you pick the food. Then we swap next time.’ He said softly with a smile.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Very sure.’

‘Ok… For some reason I’ve been craving a chipper.’ Louise said.

‘Chipper it is. There’s a great one not far from here, I’m sure Loki has a menu somewhere.’

Louise reluctantly got off Chris’ lap so he could go hunting for the menu. When he came back, Bat was on Louise’s lap, curled up cutely and purring.

‘I was gone for not even two minutes to find I’ve been replaced as a snuggle partner.’ Chris said dramatically with a sigh.

‘Bat does give good snuggles to be fair.’ Louise laughed.

‘That she does.’ Chris chuckled and sat down next to them.

They looked through the menu and decided on what they wanted, Chris quickly called it through and they said they’d be about an hour or more because they were quite busy.

‘Not to worry, we’ve still got plenty of wine to keep us going till it arrives.’ Chris grinned and re-filled their glasses. ‘Plus, there’s something I wanted to tell you.’

‘Oh? What is it?’ Louise asked, slightly worried.

‘I’m guessing you know about vampires and how they have soulmates?’ Chris asked.

Louise nodded as she sipped her wine and stroked Bat.

‘Well… I figured I’d best tell you the truth... that I am delighted that I’ve finally found mine.’ Chris couldn’t stop smiling.

Louise’s stomach dropped, she felt her heart starting to break. Chris could tell by the look on her face that she was upset. And he panicked a little bit.

‘Oh…’

‘It doesn’t change anything, though. If you end up not wanting to be with me, that’s fine. It’s down to you. I won’t force you to be. If you don’t like me back… I still won’t rush you into anything, at all. Ever.’ Chris said quickly.

Louise then looked completely confused.

‘Wait… What?’ She reached over him to put her wine down on the table.

‘Huh?’ Chris was now confused, too.

Bat looked between them both and let out a small sigh. She looked back at Chris and meowed at him.

Chris glanced at Bat, then back to Louise when Bat let out a meow and jumped down from Louise’s lap.

‘Hold on… What did you think I was meaning?’ Chris asked as he slid his fingers through her hair.

‘I… No, what do you mean?’ Though her heart was beginning to beat a little faster because she had a feeling now, she knew what he meant.

‘I mean… That just because you’re my soulmate, doesn’t mean that you have to be with me if you don’t want to be. I don’t want you to ever feel pressured about being with me or progressing if you don’t want to.’

Louise laughed and then her eyes began to water a little. She put her hands over her face.

‘Louise?’ Chris frowned.

‘I… I thought you were meaning that you’d just found someone, who was your soulmate. Not me.’ She admitted with a laugh, though it was more of a relieved laugh.

‘Oh god, no. Sorry if you thought that. I should have explained it better.’ Chris face-palmed.

‘No, no, it was me that just got confused.’ Louise said quickly. ‘Am I really your soulmate?’ She asked so sweetly that Chris’ heart melted.

He took her hands in his with a smile. ‘You are.’

Louise did have a few tears that ran down her face, she couldn’t help it. ‘Sorry…’ She blushed as Chris reached up and wiped the tears away. ‘It’s not sadness or anything… I sometimes get too emotional over things, or if I get too excited about something… the tears just start.’ She laughed.

‘No need to apologise for that, at all.’ Chris pressed a kiss to her forehead. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I didn’t want you to feel like you had to date me. I know that soulmates aren’t really a thing for humans, but they mean a lot to vampires. I knew as soon as I saw and smelled you that you were my soulmate.’

Louise couldn’t stop smiling. ‘Claire has told me a bit about soulmates… I’m guessing it’s probably why I feel so safe with you, and felt that pull to you from the start?’

Chris nodded. ‘It likely is. When your sister came back from visiting you the first time, I acted a bit strange around her. I kept sniffing her and Loki was furious. I don’t blame him, having another vampire sniffing all over your human isn’t great. I wasn’t sure what was coming over me either. I do know now though, it was because I could smell a faint hint of your scent on her. I still didn’t quite understand it, or realise what it meant. Though I felt a strange longing within me that wouldn’t go away after that, until I met you.’

‘You’re going to make me cry even more.’ Louise said as she tried to wipe her eyes.

‘I know I’m not perfect, far from it. I have done a lot of questionable things, and I no doubt will do more in the future… I won’t ever lie to you, Louise. I’m not like Loki, a vampire that is on the angelic side, who won’t hurt a human unless it’s a matter of life and death. I enjoy the hunting, while I am doing my best now to not hunt innocents, I can’t promise that I won’t ever do it again. Though I can promise, that you will be safe. I will always protect you, I won’t ever hurt you. You’re my human, but I’m your vampire. You will never need to question my intentions towards you.’

Louise wanted to cry all over again. Her heart was close to bursting. She leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his neck as she hugged him. He held her tightly and never wanted to let go.

‘I trust you, Chris. So much. More than I’ve ever trusted anyone before. I won’t lie either, it’s a bit scary for me how much I trust you and how much I just want to be with you all the time… It’s so new to me, being in a relationship like this. One where I actually feel wanted and can feel like I can be myself.’ She said honestly as she hid her face in against his neck.

‘You can always be yourself with me, pumpkin. I never want you to hide your true self or feel like you have to compress your feelings or personality.’ Chris hummed softly as he rubbed her back.

She nodded against him, feeling so much relief flood through her. She knew this already, but hearing him say it just… felt so good.

‘I uhm… I guess there’s quite a lot I need to tell you about...’ She said quietly as she leaned back.

‘Only if you want to, when you’re ready to.’ Chris said as he brushed his thumb down her cheek.

‘I do want to… and I am ready.’

[the-kr8tor]

NOO YESTERDAY'S ASK DIDN'T GO THROUGH.. I was crying I saw the Wild Robot and fink the fox made me sob every time he got vulnerable like stop being me ur supposed to be a childrens film Daily Hobie HC! I might do general hobie hcs to make up for missing yesterday's one>:) - Hobie tells the most corniest dad jokes at the worst times, and it got worse when Billie and Ramona came into the picture. You know he does it purposefully just to hear a sigh escape your lips and his girls giggle, calling him corny. Somehow though, those 'dad jokes' manage to be the prompt of some very interesting conversations which can go on for hours. - In my opinion, I'd say Hobie's love language is all of them. Of course, his main one is teasing, but the other ones are also there. - Most of his gifts consists of little trinkets from other dimensions or his own, mixed with a plethora of his own scribbly doodles of him reminding you to drink water or eat foot, especially if he knows you've been focused on something. Sometimes, these notes will consist of him having done a scribbly chibi design of the two of you holding hands or cuddling with floating hearts everywhere. - I feel like his physical touch would look more casual, but its a slow notice. From simply just hooking his finger into your belt loop to leaning on you like an armrest, Hobie likes to be close to you. Anything you wear around your wrist isn't safe from his harmless fiddling from when he's holding onto you, especially to make sure you don't get lost in larger crowds. One of Hobie's favourite ones, you've observed, is him coming up from behind you and draping his arms over your shoulders, his chin resting against the top of your head. His heart melts when you reach up to grab onto his wrists as he does this, holding onto him as well. - Quality time with Hobie is never boring, whether it's teaching you how to pierce clothing with spikes, piercing your ears for you, or just watching a movie together. He likes spending time with you, taking you out to watch the stars on top of his canal boat (pretending that its not choking in pollution) on some days where the sky is extra clear. Or just staying in and relaxing against each other underneath the covers as the sky turns grey with rain pattering against the windows. - Hobie always offered to help you with things, like doing the chores around the house or helping you cook food. Especially during your pregnancy with the girls, Billie and Ramona, Hobie was as helpful as ever, almost making you cry. He'd give you some of his baggier shirts and comfy pants whenever you needed them just so you could feel more comfortable. Hobie took the role of cooking food whenever you were sleeping or just resting, and whenever you'd point it out, he'd simply roll his eyes in an affection manner, peck your forehead and respond with that he needs to learn not to burn down the houseboat for the kid's sake, making you both laugh at the memory. - Never doubt that Hobie's always your number 1 fan, always. With whatever you do. Art? He has an entire box dedicated to the pieces you thought he got rid of, yet he adores looking through at your improvement. Writing? Hobie will always make sure that you've had something to drink and expertly massage the cramps from your hands, as well as gladly proofreading your work for you. Music? He'll be strumming along to you whenever he can get his hands on his guitar, encouraging you to keep going and listening to you. And he never lets you forget that he loves you, always murmuring it against your skin as he peppers kisses to the side of your neck lazily, having woken up from a nap. -🐦‍⬛

OH NO!! I was waiting for it! I thought you were too busy 😔 no worries tho!!

I didn't know that's out already!

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

AHHHH YESSS HIS DAD JOKES ARE THE BEST! Also the most eye rolling ones 😂 b and r love it so much tho! Hobie is definitely the silly dad

Bro is so good at teasing you until you're flat out shrieking in laughter or about to hurl a pillow at him 😂

The tiny chibis!!! 🥺🥺 I can imagine him making such silly notes too

I agree! For a bit he's less touchy but still very affectionate but as time goes on he's not seen anywhere without his hand on you!

Stargazing on top of his houseboat 😍😍😍

Aishwisjwbs this one is my fave 🥹 he's so lovely and caring where do I find a man like him? 😭

Hobie joking that he won't burn down the house with his cooking is always a treat

HE'S A CHEERLEADER FOR HIS PARTNER YOUR HONOUR

I love himb sm

[scoops-stevie-archive]

If you’re still taking requests, can I ask for 8. sweater weather and either romantic steddie Or platonic stobin?

i wasn't expecting this thing to grow legs and run as far as it did. i'm sure i lost the original plot somewhere along the way. but i hope you like it! takes place after the events of spring break and is a companion piece to this. also now on ao3

Robin will admit she's a bit of a clothes thief. 80% of her closet now consists of every article of clothing she'd ever stolen from Steve's wardrobe.

Though, stealing is a strong word, she thinks. They're more like hand-me-downs, or "a charitable donation to the less fortunate, Steve. I won't get mad if you write it off your taxes, pinky promise."

Most of the clothes Steve doesn't even realize are gone until Robin wears it to work or a movie night. Just gives her a once over, an appreciative nod, and a "looks nice, Rob. Better on you than me." Which.

Okay.

They're platonic soulmates. Best friends. Twin flames, even. Everybody knows this. They've both come out to the party and Steve is with Eddie exclusively now, so there's no romantic feelings between them whatsoever— excluding the brief moment of one sided attraction on Steve's end.

But.

Steve is still Steve.

He's still Steve Harrington.

His natural state is casual flirting even if he doesn't mean anything by it and Robin is 100% a hot blooded lesbian, but his easy compliments still manage to make her tummy flutter and her cheeks pink as she fights the smile trying to worm its way onto her face. The giggle (a fucking giggle) that bubbles from her throat is no help, either.

She chalks it up to never receiving a lot of compliments from people in her formative years.

Now that Steve's dating Eddie, though, their closets look like they've exploded together in a clash of brights and darks, leather and chains meeting polos and denim. Eddie would never spend his hard earned drug earnings on school spirit attire, but sometimes he'll be lounging around the trailer in some Hawkins High sports shirt. Steve wears Eddie's band shirts more often than not because of how comfy they are (he does this on purpose.)

So now when Robin raids Steve's closet, she gets Eddie's clothes too, which is what gets her into the current situation:

She doesn't even think about what she puts on that morning before rushing out the door so Steve will stop honking the fucking horn. It's 6:30am and she has elderly neighbors who need their beauty sleep, for Christ's sake.

(Mr. Cochran currently mowing his yard across the street doesn't share the same sentiments.)

She can tell something's wrong by the whispers that follow her down the hallway as she walks to her locker. She ignores it, though, chalks it up to another rumor about her and Steve making the rounds again.

It's not until lunch that the reason becomes apparent.

She sits beside Nancy at the Hellfire table. The boys aren't there yet so it gives them a chance to catch up and gossip a little, something Robin never thought she'd be interested in before becoming friends with Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler and learning that little miss reporter has stories on almost everyone of their classmates.

They're in the middle of Nancy telling her how Becky was caught in a janitor's closet making out with someone not her boyfriend, when—

"That my jacket, Buckley?"

Eddie's voice is suddenly right in her ear and he materializes out of nowhere, dragging a chair to the head of the table and turning it around to sit on it backwards. The guys follow suit and sit in their own chairs, flanking Eddie's left and right.

Robin frowns and lifts the collar like she's expecting to see Eddie's name stitched on the inside. "Uh, no? I think I'd notice if it were, Munson."

Eddie laughs as he pulls out his lunch that he won't admit Steve made for him. "I do think it is, little birdie."

Robin bristles a bit at the nickname. Eddie jerks his chin.

"Take a look at the back."

Robin glances around the table before hesitantly shrugging the jacket off. She balks at the very obvious image of the signature Hellfire Club devil, painted against a wall of white on the black denim.

"What the hell was this doing in Steve's closet?"

Eddie chokes on his sandwich.

Nancy's perfect eyebrows pull together. "Why were you looking through his closet?"

"Stealing his clothes, obviously."

"Why do you steal his clothes?" Gareth asks.

Robin throws her head back and groans. "I always take his clothes, haven't you noticed almost every shirt I wear is his? We're getting off topic, why did Steve put this in his closet?" She throws an accusing look at Eddie who shrugs.

"Why are you acting like my clothes being in my boyfriend's closet is some big conspiracy?" he shoots back.

Robin narrows her eyes. They stare each other down for a few seconds. She can hear that little whistle from all the western movies and she glares at Jeff to knock it off. Eventually, Robin concedes.

"Touché, Munson. Just don't be surprised when I start wearing your clothes, too. If it's in his closet it's fair game."

Eddie tilts his head in a bow. "As you wish, Lady Buckley."

She doesn't give the jacket back. Isn't sure if she wants to and Eddie doesn't mention even wanting it back. So she keeps it. Admires the little stitches on the front pocket and traces her fingers over the painted devil. There are pins she was somehow blind to, of bands she'd never heard of— except Metallica and Dio— and she curses her brain for being too curious for its own good.

A couple weeks pass and Robin casually mentions to Steve in passing that they should take a day trip down to Indy and hit up a few thrift shops and music stores. He doesn't question it, so they do, and she comes home with new tapes she wants to show Eddie and new clothes that she can call hers.

She doesn't give the jacket back. Instead it hangs on her closet door as she pulls on her own, decorated in various pins and patches she bought in the city and had her mom help her sew them on, over a black Blondie t-shirt.

She's even taken a chance with eyeliner and darker eye shadow that compliments her nails. Wears the chain necklaces she was wearing the day she got Steve as a best friend.

He's leaning against the car when she walks out of the house. He gives her that same once over and she can already feel the warmth spreading across her cheeks. She comes to a stop in front of him.

"It's a good look on you," he says gently as if he can sense her nervousness. He probably can. They share a brain cell, after all.

She lets out a sigh of relief and leans into his space. He just laughs and pulls her in to plant a kiss on the middle of her forehead.

"Does this mean you'll stop stealing my clothes?"

"Not a chance, dingus."

[tveitertotwrites]

Not like the Movies

Series: America's Most Eligible (Between Books 1 and 2)

Paring: Derek Taylor x F!MC (Charlie Howard)

Rating: General

Word Count: 999

Summary: After getting to their hotel room, Derek and Charlie realize they only have one bed and it gets a little awkward.

A/N: This was from an anon ask which had multiple prompts from the "one bed" prompts.

Charlie and Derek were spending a lot of time together between seasons 10 and 11 of America’s Most Eligible. One of the weeks between the two seasons was spent in Paris as a part of Charlie’s prize. 

With Charlie winning season 10, she won the trip to Paris and invited Derek onto the trip with her, as he was the one she was the closest with. Derek was very grateful that Charlie invited him on the trip and was a little surprised but wasn’t going to question it.

Their first day was spent looking around the city, spending time in coffee shops and different clothing stores. Their hotel where they were staying at for the week was not ready for them when they had originally arrived, which wasn’t that much of a problem, but more of an annoyance.

After spending most of the day out in the streets of Paris, both Charlie and Derek were ready to head to bed. They were walking down the street towards their hotel with their bags in hand.

“I can’t wait to lay down in bed.” Charlie said.

“I agree. I need some sleep in a big bed all to myself.”

The pair laughed and checked into their room. They carried their bags up to their room and Derek tried to be smooth with opening the door but couldn’t open it on his first try and had to set his things down to unlock the door, which made Charlie laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Derek asked.

“You. Clearly trying to act cool isn’t your forte.”

Derek playfully scoffs. “Hey, I can be cool. Just not right now.”

Charlie rolls her eyes as Derek unlocks the door and lets her in the room first. When she walks in, she notices the single queen sized bed. She moves out of the way for Derek, who doesn’t pay attention to the beds as he brings their stuff in.

“Did they give us the correct room?” Charlie asked while pointing towards the bed.

Derek looks up and notices the single bed in the middle of the hotel room. He sighs and drops their bags.

“They must have. Unless something happened to our spot.”

“But AME was supposed to be in charge of it. You would think that the hotel shouldn’t have been a problem. And if there was, they should have told us or had a better solution.”

Derek shrugs and brings their bags over to the bed and Charlie pulls out her phone to try and contact the team from America’s Most Eligible. Her call gets sent straight to voicemail. Derek walks over to her and sees her try to call again, which leads to another straight voicemail.

“That’s weird. I know they’ve got things that they’re trying to do with the all star season and a new showrunner but you’d think they would answer a call from their recent winner.” Derek said

“And with both of us returning for the next season, you’d think they would want to stay on our good side.”

Charlie puts her phone away and flops onto the bed. Derek takes his bags and starts to unpack a little. Charlie lifts her head up to look at him.

“How do you have the energy to unpack?”

Derek continues to unpack some of his belongings. “I really don’t but I feel the need to make this feel a little more lived in.”

Charlie lays her head back down. “While there is only one bed, I’ve got to admit it is pretty comfy.”

Derek chuckles and finishes taking out some of his belongings. He then turns to look at Charlie on the bed. He then motions for her to move so he can also lay on the bed.

“This totally doesn’t feel like the movies.” Derek said.

“I think our lives are already like a weird movie. I don’t think this would be a big part of it.”

Derek nods. “True. But if it was, I’m glad that it was with you.”

Charlie looks at him and turns her body towards Derek. The pair stare into each other's eyes. Derek’s hazel orbs staring into Charlie’s blue ones. The two then laugh at each other’s staring. 

“What are we doing?” Derek asked while laughing.

“I don’t know.”

The two continue to laugh for a minute before finally calming down. Derek wraps an arm around Charlie’s shoulder and pulls her closer to him. They look at each other again before they clear their throats and Derek removes his arm.

“Sorry.”

“No. You’re good. Everything’s fine.”

The two lay on the bed in awkward silence for a moment before Charlie gets up and grabs some clothes from her bag.

“I’m gonna go shower.” Charlie says as she points at the bathroom and heads towards it.

“Ok.” 

Once Charlie closes the door to the bathroom, Derek covers his face with his hands and sighs. He removes his hands from his face and sits up. He then goes over to his bag and pulls out some clothes and changes into them.

About an hour later, Charlie and Derek are lying down in bed, facing in opposite directions. Both of them are wide awake and silent.

All the lights in their room are turned off and all that is heard is the sound of the small desk fan on its highest setting. Charlie looks around the room and sighs before turning over towards Derek.

“Are you asleep yet?” Charlie asks.

“No.” 

Derek turns over and the two of them stare into each other’s eyes again. They both look each other up and down before ramming their lips into each other. Kissing each other with intense passion before pulling away to look at each other again and catch their breaths.

“Can we do that again?” Charlie asks.

Derek smiles and pulls her in again and kisses her before pulling up the covers to the bed. Charlie and Derek get intertwined with each other as they continue to makeout through the night.

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Rocketober - Day 3 - Shock

A/N: no one can tell me how to do this challenge. In order? No thanks. One every day? Fuck you

Contents: domestic guardians. Rocket being cute

You were a creature of mystery to Rocket Raccoon. You were clearly a very capable member of the Guardians, no one could doubt that, but you were also just so- so soft. You had a never ending supply of kind words to everyone around, most frequently the Guardians. You were forever just handing out hugs to anyone and everyone, and somehow you seemed to know Rocket had an aversion to physical contact so just stuck to soft touches here and there. But that in itself was a kindness he was not used to. So it was no surprise when you suggested something as domestic as a weekly movie night to the Guardians. It had started out at your apartment and had slowly expanded to other members homes as the weeks went by. This week you were all packed into Rocket's apartment. The guardians sprawled out across various cushions, pillows and blankets. You and Rocket were squished onto a ratty sofa he had found on some street corner after he'd had complaints the first time he hosted that he had nothing comfy. He had the sneaking suspicion that the sofa was not meant for two people but since he was smaller than the average person anyway and you had just come and settled yourself right down next to him he wasn't going to complain. You had your knees drawn up to your chest and Rocket could feel with great precision every single part of his body that had any sort of contact with yours. Groot snuggled into the crook of your arm and your legs were covered in a fluffy blanket in your favorite color that you had brought from home. Comfortable silence settled over the guardians, occasional comments from Drax or Pete floated up through the air as the movie progressed.

"I am Groot" Groot mumbled into your arm as he stretched and rolled over.

You hummed in response "Yeah hot chocolate would be good right now"

After a moment you began to move, slipping your feet out from underneath you.

"I am Groot," Groot complained

"I can't get you hot chocolate sat here, bud"

Rocket grumbled from where he was sat next to you, "I'll get it"

"Thank you Rocket" you hummed as he slipped out of the chair, asking if any of the other Guardians wanted anything on the way.

A few moments later he returned with two steaming mugs and placed them both down on a crate serving as a side table. Groot clambered out of your arms to sit on the arm of the chair and slurp the cocoa up through a straw Rocket had helpfully supplied. You picked up your mug with both hands, letting the warmth seep into your skin. You smiled and leaned into Rocket, only hesitating for a moment before planting a kiss to the side of his cheek. You felt Rocket go completely still underneath your lips and heard the hitch in his breath. If you'd have looked you would have seen his eyes widen to the size of saucers, not daring to take his eyes off the screen and his claws grip the arm of the chair hard enough for threads to start pulling. Instead you just giggled and snuggled into his side, resting your head on his shoulder until he softened under your touch.

[daisyful-gvf]

honey & chamomile, peaches & cream (part 2)

18+

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pairings: jake x reader

tags: pwp, praise, sex toys, oral sex, kinda overstimulation, dirty talk

word count: 2.7k

notes: soo it was odd to write a follow up to a pwp bc there’s no plot to continue, but i tried!! i tried to keep the same jake and keep the theme of him spoiling you & being talkative. also this is vulgar again lmao. i hope u enjoy <33

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Your hips had begun to writhe again. There was no explaining it; you had tried to explain it to Jake. There was no sense in it. Maybe it was the moon, or some chemical, hormonal imbalance, who knows.

You were just insatiable some days.

Sometimes it was awful; in the middle of tour, or when you had work all day long. Today was not like that, though. This was lucky.

It was only saturday, and you both laid in bed, watching comfort movie upon comfort movie.

A thick, already damp towel laid at the end of the bed, and the toy sat plugged in on your nightstand. Jake’s hair was a mess, tangled and wet with god knows what at this point. He had already came twice, and you four times. His cheeks were permanently flushed; a lovely sight.

After about twenty minutes of squirming and trying to save some shred of dignity, you could no longer resist the longing.

You pawed at his thigh, and instantly a shaky breath left him.

“Yeah?” he murmured, tilting your chin up to look at him from where your head was lolled against his chest, “Again?”

You nodded, biting your lower lip.

“Mmm,” he bit his lip, eyes flitting all over your face, “Okay, angel, let me get it. Drink some water for me.”

You nodded and did as he asked, sipping from the water bottle near you as he got up, grabbed the towel, and grabbed the poor, exhausted toy.

His hands still trembled with excitement when he grabbed it.

You’d already asked him about fifteen times today if you were being too much, did he really want to do this, etc, etc. You should have known from the sounds he made while you were getting off that he was plenty okay with this, but still, his gentle reassurances helped.

The simple fact was that he clearly had a thing for taking care of you; maybe you could call it a kink, maybe just something he liked. Bottom line was, he got off on getting you off, and you were plenty okay with that.

He laid the towel down towards the middle of the bed, and patted it gently, asking you to lay on it. You settled your hips down on top of it and reclined back onto a pillow.

“Baby,” he breathed, shaking his head, “We gotta figure out why this happens so we can make it happen more,” he chuckled, soothing a hand over your thigh.

“I told you—“

“I know, I know, you’re perfect already, I’m not being serious. I just think this would be an ideal way to spend all of our weekends.”

You snorted out a laugh, “Wouldn’t get anything done, babe.”

“I dunno,” he licked his lips, “this seems very productive.”

You laughed again.

“Lift your shirt up a bit, angel,” he directed softly. You hitched the oversized grey t shirt up above your pelvis, revealing a naked lower half.

“Wanna lift it any further?” he grinned. You shook your head, enjoying the security of the shirt. “That’s okay, angel. Whatever makes you comfy.”

He laid back down beside you, close, pressed against your side. He was in black sweatpants only; no boxers, no shirt. The most ideal way for him to be, aside from naked.

He rested the toy on your stomach, a slight tease, before taking your face in his palm to kiss you. Your lips were beginning to be sore from it, but just like everything else, gluttony was preferable today. It came with a little tenderness, but it was so worth it.

He traced his fingertips down your neck, down your sternum, over the toy, over your navel, and lower, slipping a finger gently against you. You hummed and pushed against it, but it didn’t last long.

“You need it?” his voice was low against the shell of your ear.

“Please, yeah,” You nodded, not feeling the need to waste any time with pleasantries. You did need it.

He groaned; amusing, because this wasn’t a surprise at this point. This was the fifth time the toy found his hand today; he already knew.

“So fucking sweet,” he rasped into your ear, “Letting me take care of you all day, huh? You know I will, hm? Take such good care of her?”

“Jake,” you whined, “Please, yes.”

“I will, I will,” he soothed, trailing the toy down your stomach, “I’ll baby your clit all day, angel. Whatever you need.”

You sucked in a breath and bit back a whine.

“You like that, angel? Knowing I’m gonna take care of you?“

A desperate groan fell from you as you nodded, watching his large hand wrapped around it, lowering down your body.

The toy was pink, and it was your new favorite thing. It had one suction end, and one separate end with it’s own pulse, designed to nestle inside you.

Without fail, every time, the oversensitivity from the orgasm it gave you made a mess—it didn’t take long to understand the need for a towel.

It wasn’t a similar sensation to having Jake inside you. That was warm and close and full. This was electrifying and overwhelming and somehow still teasing. You couldn’t stop wanting it.

Jake loved it—‘loved’ may be a bit too reserved, even. It pulled him apart to see you come undone from it.

“Relax, angel,” he murmured low, rubbing the penetrative end of the silicone against you.

To say you were wet would be an understatement—you didn’t know how your body was doing this for so long, but you were quite literally dripping.

He eased the toy against your entrance as he licked at your exposed jaw. His left hand was under your head, cradling it.

Gently, he eased it inside you.

“You wanna set it, or me?” he said softly, eyes watching your face closely. He looked mesmerized.

“You can, you know which one,”

He nodded and clicked the little button on the toy to bring it to to life. You groaned at the low vibration.

He clicked through the different settings until he landed on one the vibration pattern you prefered. You sighed, relaxing into the feeling. This alone was nice, but nothing drastic.

“Kiss me,” he muttered, lulling your head gently towards him with a tilt of his palm.

You look his lips into yours fervently, enjoying the safe and warm feeling.

As he kissed you, you could feel him fumbling with the other end of the toy, then tracing over your clit with his pointer finger, mapping you out. As slowly as one could, he nestled the suction part of the toy over your clit.

You gasped out a moan into his mouth, arching your back off the bed, and he reciprocated with a low hum.

He pulled away from the kiss gently and watched your face.

Your body was immediately warm; flushed, buzzing. It was divine, and the exact reason you kept coming back to this today. There was never enough of this. It made you feel like you were on the brink of orgasm the entire time; the best part, the sweetest teasing.

“Good?” he murmured, grinning slightly.

You nodded, gasping again, hands fumbling to grab onto something.

Your left hand found the sheets, your right, his bicep.

“Good girl, squeeze me as hard as you need,” he soothed, placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

Your head was spinning already—it was over sensitive, but in a tempting way, not painful.

You could only gasp, groan, or grit out the occasional curse. There was no way for you to make a request, or form any coherent thought. He didn’t seem to mind, though. He filled in the gaps.

“You look so hot, angel,” he whimpered, “so fucked,” he bit your jaw, “Wrapped around this sweet little toy. You love it, babe? Seems like you love it.”

You nodded, hips stuttering away from the bed, legs beginning to tremble.

“Oh, angel, look at you,” he whispered. He rubbed the back of your head with his pads of fingers, “You’re shaking, poor thing. Does it feel that good?”

You let out some high pitched agreement, and he cursed in return.

“Fuck, oh,” he whimpered as if he was the overstimulated one, “Fuck, you’re so hot. I can’t decide if you look better like this, or when you actually cum.”

“Jake,” you rasped out. You didn’t know why, there was no specific reason to get his attention, but you just needed. He seemed to understand.

“I’m here, angel, I’m right here,” he kissed you, something that quickly devolved into a sloppy embrace of tongues. He was whimpering left and right.

“Come here,” he pulled away and his eyes met yours with an intensity that made you feel shy, “Let me watch your eyes roll back.”

You groaned, letting him observe with rapt attention, pupils blown and eyelids heavy.

It was nothing you had to force; the sweet vibration and the gentle pulse inside you had your eyes rolling back over and over.

“Fuck, there we go,” he murmured, “I bet your pretty cunt is loving this, angel, huh? I bet she feels so good,”

“Jake,” you groaned again. The next word was breathier, “fuck,”

“I know, I know,” he soothed, “My trembling girl. Relax, angel, let yourself have it.”

You took a shaky breath and bit your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Your whole body was vibrating, flooded with heat, your brain felt like it was floating, dopamine-high.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you’re so warm, I can feel it without even touching you,” he stretched a finger out from the hand holding the toy and touched your center gently, “So fucking wet. Come on, angel, let go, be good and cum for me.”

Your eyes rolled back particularly hard and you were gripping his bicep so hard you knew there would be small crescent shaped bruises where your fingernails bit at his skin.

“Such a good girl,” he purred against your jaw, “Let me see it, angel, let me see you make a mess,”

You listened to the thrum of the vibration going through you, felt it deep in your pelvis, and soon you could not contain it. Your head thrashed back and forth, your legs and hands trembled, and finally, so sweetly, it hit you.

“Oh!” You yelped, head slamming back. The warmth coursed over you and soaked your thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jake was whimpering, strategically moving the toy a bit to try and not hurt you with overstimulation, “Oh, fuck, angel, good girl, good girl, there you go, soak my fuckin’ hand, that’s so fuckin’ good…”

His rambling trailed off as he started kissing your jaw, and you were left blissed-out, melting into the bed.

Soon, all he was saying against your skin was, “that’s a good girl, good girl, angel, such a good girl,” in such a soft whisper it was barely even intelligible.

He started to move the toy away from you, but you whined; the soft buzzing against you was leaving you in some sort of drawn out orgasm, and as long as it wasn’t directly on your clit, it was nice.

“Want it to stay?” He murmured, kissing your cheek.

You nodded and offered a small, “Mmhm.”

“Okay, babe,” he kissed you, holding the toy kindly against you still, “You sure? It’s not too much?“

“No, it’s nice,” you spoke against his mouth.

He hummed, licking into your mouth. You wish you could have suspended that feeling into the rest of time and just lived in it forever—the subtle pleasure from your hips, the warmth of his mouth.

As he pulled away from the kiss, he looked at you intently. His tongue swept over his bottom lip.

“God damn, I’m so turned on. I don’t know how I’m even hard after everything earlier,” he breathed, “You have no idea how much I love watching you like this.”

You laughed, soft and easy, “Yeah?” you teased, touching his face, “M’glad. Thank you for being so sweet.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, dear,” he grinned.

After a moment of silence, he swiftly slipped down the bed, settling between your legs.

“Jake,” you groaned at the implication.

“Mmm?” he hummed, swiping the sticky hair from his face, holding the toy still, gripping your thigh with his other hand.

You couldn’t find anything to say, and instead just let your head fall back.

He dropped the suction part of the toy, just leaving the vibrator inside you.

His hands firmly gripped at your thighs, and then, like warm velvet, his tongue lapped over you.

“Jake, oh—” his name was a broken plea.

He hummed into you, licking warm and slow.

“Not trying to make you cum,” he murmured, “Just wanna baby her,” he lapped again as you whimpered, “You’re so swollen, angel. Does this feel nice?” he licked again, brown eyes meeting yours, tender tongue slipping over you.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “Gentle, please,”

“I will be,” he whispered with another kitten lick, “I’ll be so sweet to her, angel, just relax.”

He lapped lazy stripes over you, humming and groaning into you, hair sticking to his forehead. He went on for a while, and you let yourself be blissed-out and distant. Let him just take care of you.

After several minutes, he raised his head, his chin slick, his nose red, lips flushed. He grinned softly.

He turned the vibration off and slipped the toy out of you slowly. Then, he crawled up your body, leaving feather-light kisses here and there.

When he reached your face, he smiled wide at you.

“Hey, angel,” he kissed your nose, “feel better?”

You nodded and bit your lip in a grin, “Much.”

“Mm,” he kissed your cheek before laying beside you again, “I’m enjoying the hell out of this,” he smiled in a cocky way, “Hope you’re not getting too worn out yet.”

You laughed, touching his bare torso, “It always feels that way until I wait a bit,” you murmured, “I doubt I’m really worn out just yet.”

He grinned, “How many times we gonna do this today, huh? I’m hoping for double digits,” he smiled wildly.

“We’ll see, babe, we’ll see. How about you? You gonna join me again?”

He licked his lip, “I’d say no, cause I don’t think I’ve came three times in one day since I was a teenager, but fuck,” he laughed, “This might be the day.”

“Mm,” you bit your lip, “I think we should try. In a bit.”

He nodded, “Anything for you. Drink your water, angel, and come lay between my legs. Gonna braid your hair before it gets all knotted up with you thrashing your head around,”

You wanted to laugh, but it was sweet, so you blushed instead.

“Gonna go to the bathroom real quick,” you said.

He nodded, “I’ll clean up and grab your hair brush.”

When you returned, he had plugged the toy back in, gotten a fresh towel, and sat on the bed with your hairbrush on his thigh. He gave you a welcoming grin and patted between his legs.

You sat between them as he asked, letting your mind go a bit fuzzy, watching the movie with hooded eyes, sipping your water, and focusing on the feeling of his hands swiping through your hair tenderly.

“You’re my girl, you know that?” He kissed your neck as he slipped the hair tie ring from his middle finger and secured it at the end of your braid.

You nodded, because yeah, you knew. He could never let you forget, and you loved him for it.

You laid back against his warm, naked chest and he sighed heavily.

“Just relax on me, angel. Take a nap if you need to. Let me know when you need it again, okay?” he murmured into your hair, his fingers stroking over your forearms.

You nodded and craned your neck to look up at him.

“You’re perfect, Jacob,” you grinned, “Really. You are.”

He blushed, as you knew he would at the use of the name.

“You’re too sweet for me not to be, angel. I’d do it all for you. Need you to feel cherished.”

“Mm. I love you.”

“Love you, angel.”

He kissed you softly, brief but sincere.

You nuzzled your head back into his chest and tugged the throw blanket over your legs, letting yourself go into the Saturday afternoon, waiting patiently for whatever may come next.

fin.

[rainiishowers]

Heyyy if I may, I’d like to request something I had in mind? Thanks!

So how about the brothers with a mentally and emotionally stressed and exhausted mc? General hcs + the mc goes to then after dad and hugs them, telling the Boris that they’re tired?

Tysm! Also second POV and gn!mc? Tysm love <3 good work and good luck on everything!

A/N: A bit on the self indulgent side Honestly, this is probably the most I've been proud of something in a while, so I hope you enjoy! Short Summary: It was after test week at RAD, and the brothers can't help but notice that you don't seem to be in the best emotional or mental state

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Lucifer

Lucifer meant to ask you about it, but had to stay behind at RAD for a while, so he planned to ask you about it once he got home

The eldest was going to search for his favourite human after dropping things off in his room, but when he got there, he notices you curling up on his bed

"MC?"

He could tell from your eyes as you looked up that you have been crying, even just slightly

Lucifer came to your side and you immediately attach yourself to him, giving him a loose hug

"....I'm tired, Lucifer.."

After taking a second or so to process this, he sighs, relaxing his body and returning the hug, drawing gentle circles on your back

"You can relax, the tests are over now."

Mammon

After just barely managing to do the tests that he sort of studied for, he almost missed the fact that you seemed a bit off

And as your first man, Mammon had to go check what was up

So, he makes his way to your door and stops himself from bursting the door down, and instead knocking

When there was no response, he comes in by himself and saw you laying on your bed, wrapped up in a blanket

"Human?"

No response.

"Humannnnn??"

A small shift

Mammon walks over just as you turn your head

You clearly looked like you haven't been able to sleep, and he's pretty sure lack of sleep is bad for humans

Before he could ask what was up, he was knocked back a bit, which he soon realized was you hugging him

"...I'm tired.."

That exhausted voice and the sluggish hug broke his heart, and he knew that you just needed a break

"Why don't we go watch a movie, yea? Your pick."

Leviathan

Having to go to RAD to actually do the tests sucked, since he was so used to doing online schooling

But, he got through it and when he returned home, he was going to go back to his room to recharge

However, he stops when he felt a tug on his shirt, and then felt a heavy force cling onto his back, almost knocking him forward.

Levi turns to see you, fully just leaning on him for support while also giving him a hug.

"...Levi.. Can we go to your room? I'm tired..."

That caught him off guard, as he stutters out a yes

"Wanna watch some anime?? O-Or play a game?"

Satan

I like to imagine that he (sometimes reluctantly) tutors his brothers, but he is very eager to tutor his favourite human

He was going to check up on you, see how you did and congratulate you, however it appears you found him first

As you knock on his door, he turns and goes to open it, and immediately he could tell how exhausted you were

Satan catches you with ease as you practically fall into his arms and give him a hug

"...I'm tired, Satan.."

"I can tell."

He sighs, worried as he goes to lay you on his bed and goes to pick out a book to help you sleep, as he could tell you clearly needed a nap

Satan lays down beside you and starts reading

He noticed you asleep rather quickly and so he simply smiles

"Have a nice nap, Watson."

Asmodeus

The tests took a lot out of Asmo, so obviously when he got home he immediately set out to go take a warm bath and have some self care

A while later, once he got out of the bath, changed into some comfy clothes and was getting all the self care things set up, he heard a knock on the door

"Who is it?~"

"MC."

Asmo goes to open the door himself with a smile

"MC! Dear! Perfect ti--"

Asmo was interrupted with you giving him an abrupt hug, and he could tell immediately what was wrong.

"The tests took a lot out of you too, huh darling?"

Asmo took the small shift of your head as a yes as he sighs and tsks, pulling you gently out of his chest

"Well, I was just setting things up to have a nice relaxing spa day, why don't you join me?"

Beelzebub

He isn't exactly sure how well he did on his tests, but he'd assume it would be an average score

But Beel wasn't worried about that right now, he was just worried on staving his hunger pains away by eating everything in the kitchen

He paid no mind to the slow footsteps he heard, but he did pay mind to something clinging onto his back

His two guesses were either you or Belphie, and when he turns to see you, your face just pressed into his back, he had a feeling something was wrong

"Is everything okay, MC?"

"...I'm tired... The tests were so tiring and mind-numbing..."

Ah.. So that's what it was

As you look up, you saw him offering a piece of the food he was eating with a smile

"Wanna go to a restaurant? It'll be my treat!"

Belphegor

In all honesty, he would probably be the one who finds you first

He would drag you away to the planetarium and lay on your lap, but even then he could something was off

So, he resorts to poking your cheek while asking what was wrong, but you seemed very out of it

He sits up when he didn't get a response and was caught off guard when you hugged him

"...I'm tired, Belphie.."

"Sleep, then."

You hum a bit, supposedly in agreement before drifting off to snooze land

Belphie huffs and uses his magic so you have good dreams

"Sweet dreams."

[moooooooonsblog]

MHA BOYS AS BOYFRIENDS PART 2

Headcannons - sfw - I'll to keep it gn but fem pronouns may be used

Characters: Eijro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari

Warnings: Stupidity and not proof-read

(part 2)

Eijro Kirishima

He made the first move

He asked you out the most cliche way possible but your heart melted anyways

He wrote you a love poem (with the help of the lord of darkness and shadows), bought you bouquet of your favorite flowers and a bunch of snacks

oh, and to complete the cliche, he confessed to you on valentines day... right in front of your dorm.... while the girls were having a sleepover in your room...

Safe to say everyone heard the news in less than 2 seconds and mina (dont we all love her?) got it all on video

"Y/n, I'm in love with you, can I be yours?"

"Mina! Play that part again!"

"Y/n... you've been listening to the recording for the past 2 hours"

Kirishima is the literal definition of boyfriend material

Oh? Your back aches? Time for a spy day for the literal angel that bless the earth!

You had a nightmare and texted him at 3 am? He'll be there in 10 secs with his hoodie for you to wear and a bunch of plushies

He trys to cook for you, it's so cute! He ended up burning half the kitchen whilst bakugou yelling curses,,, but hey! It's the thought that counts

He's all for that PDA: Holding hands, an arm around your waist, not so secretive pecks on your nose- he just loves giving you attention

Not exactly the jealous type because he knows you can handle yourself (since you're super manly and strong ofc)

But he won't hesitate to step in as soon as you need him to, giving the person a passive agressive smile and an excuse the get the hell away from them with you in hand

"We're such a manly couple! Nothing can beat us!"

Kirishima LOVES training and working out with you,, he doesn't mind taking you to the gym for a date

don't worry, he does take you on real, romantic dates

you both often go to the arcade, town festivals, and picnics

When his hair grows out and his roots start to show, he comes to you to re-dye and cut it for him

spy days and movie nights

He usually keeps his cool around you, but sometimes he turns into a mess when you something -particularly- provoking

"Pebble! Look here! I found a ladybug!"

"Oh my god! let's adopt it as our child!"

Denki Kaminari

he confessed first... on accident

He and the bakusquad were hanging out in the common room, playing super smash bros (the only thing he can beat bakugou in, but you didn't hear that from me) when he started going on a rant of how perfect and hot you are

oh but of course you were literally standing right behind him as he went on and onnnn

"Y/n, she's just perfect! I'd do anything to score her, I'd never flirt with another chick again! Just imagine how our wedding would be: super fancy and expensive and-"

"I would prefer an outdoor wedding, what do you think?"

"Oh yes yes, I ca- Wait! Y/n?? H-how long have you been standing there??"

He was so over the top when you both just got into the relationship: constantly texting you, showering you with gifts and affection, wanting to spend every sec with you

But once you've both become more comfortable- nothing has changed, and I mean, you aren't complaining at all

kaminari's so touchy-feely and clingly and love-y and you absolutely adore it

he basically begged bakugou to accept you in his little friend group

"Gimme all your love and attention y/nnnnn"

you both love to play minecraft, watch youtube vids and listen to music together

chill evenings with him >>>>

he's definitely more of himself around you, but also allows himself to share some of his personal problems with you

you guys talk about mental illness and comfort each other when having a bad day

all being said, you get to see a side of him that no one knew existed

he's defiantly the PDA kind of guy

He'll shamelessly fawn over you in public, grabbing onto your waist, nose and forehead kisses and constantly clingly on to you- he always makes sure that you're comfy with that tho!

He's for sure the jealous type

he'll hold to you any way he could, whether that's holding on to the hem of your sweater or locking pinkies, he wants to feel secured when you're talking to a sus stranger

but, when the person seems to get to personal...

"Hey there, stupid-face! I know my partner is super hot and is a literal angel, but she's taken! Shoo now!"

arcade dates, random parking lots, and fast food places and connivence stores at midnight

[crazyk-imagine]

Movie Marathon

Pairing: Ben “Benny” Miller x GN!Reader 

Characters: Ben “Benny” Miller, GN!Reader, William “Will” “Ironhead” Miller (briefly mentioned), Santiago “Tago” “Pope” Garcia (breifly mentioned), Isabela Morales (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Slight angst (hardly any), fluff, bad day at work, stress crying, cursing (nothing too bad), mentions of snot, sad comfort movies to get the sad out followed by a legit comfort movie, Benny is a sweetheart, 10 Things I Hate about You references

Word Count: 2,062

A/N: Requested on Wattpad by @princessmermaid1289​​

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Why couldn’t things just be easy? Like seriously, who came up with the idea of a bad day. It sucks when you have a normal day and minor issues occur but it’s worse when you deal people at work just being absolute assholes. 

You zone out, your most recent Playlist of the week playing in the background as your bottom lip wobbles. 

You sniffle, take a deep breath, and close your eyes. 

Maybe if you lean your head back and- a few tears trickle down your cheeks. You quickly wipe them away before starting your car, driving to the one place you know can bring you comfort, something you crave right now. 

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It takes a couple shakes for you to push the house key into the keyhole before you can turn it. You swear the key and door hate you, you’ve mentioned to Benny, your boyfriend of three and a half years, who you’ve lived with for about eight months now. 

The scent of his cologne lingers, bringing a small, short-lived smile across your lips. You wonder how long it’ll be before he comes home. It feels like it’s been days since you’ve seen him, which is a little true. 

He’s currently preparing for a fight (as far as you know) after being out of town for the weekend so he and the guys could have a bachelor party for Tago (he finally asked Yvonna to marry him). 

You set your bag down onto the nightstand, your keys clank as they land beside it. 

Finally, you’re in a quiet and safe environment; not that your work wasn’t safe or anything but when your coworkers are being absolute dick heads, it tends to not feel so nice. 

-

You plop onto the bed, debating if you should stay in your clothes or change into something comfy while you curl up in bed… you sit up, taking off your shoes and socks, tossing each item out of your way not in the mood to trip tonight. 

It would also save Benny from getting another bruise (and not from his opponent). 

Okay, now you love Benny, you do so so much but, even if you (and he) don’t want to admit it, he can’t always win his fights to which he replies with, “you weren’t there with me. I didn’t have my good luck charm.” 

It sounds a little bit like bullshit, but you can’t help the butterflies fluttering around inside you when you hear them. 

You think about how he's gonna react at the sight of you practically cocooned in bed, looking as sad as you feel while watching your sad comfort movies (The Notebook followed by Marley and Me) to help get the rest of the sadness out of you. 

You push that thought aside while clicking the Notebook. You were able to get through the Notebook with a less than the box of tissues left (that’s better than last time). 

You switch and click Marley and Me, not paying attention to the opening credits as you check your phone finding a couple of emails from your fellow co-workers. 

You sigh and toss your phone to the side unable to handle anything else that’s work related, you’ve officially checked out for the day. 

Your eyes start to close around the middle part of Marley and Me when the sound of the front door being slammed shut, alerts you. 

You know it’s your boyfriend, so you’re not scared but you wonder what’s got him in such a bad mood. You can hear him kicking off his shoes and the way they slam against the floor. 

Maybe he had a bad fight today, you hope that’s not the case; it’s never good when Benny’s upset (honestly, it’s never nice when either of you aren’t happy) but maybe a nice night in bed is all you two need. 

You open your mouth to call out for him when he enters your shared room and drops his gym bag in front of the closet and plops onto the bed beside you. 

You turn, laying on your side, tangling your hand in his hair. 

Neither of you say anything for a while, letting the movie become background noise just knowing the other one is there helps make the end of the day a little better. 

Benny removes his gaze from the ceiling and glances over at the TV realizing you’re also not having a good day. “Hey,” he mumbles, chin resting on his shoulder as he looks at you. 

You don’t want him to see how bad you currently feel and continue starring at the screen. 

“Hey.” 

He moves your hand away off his head so he can turn on his side, “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.” 

“I know somethings bothering you, spill it.” 

“I have nothing to share, besides it seems like you had a rougher day than I did.” 

“I’m not taking that as an answer, and you know it. C’mon, tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.” 

“It’s not important.” 

“It’s important to me.” 

“You’re just saying that.” 

“No, I’m not. You let me tell you when somethings bothering me, why can’t you tell me?” 

“It’s nothing, it’s- it’s stupid to complain about anyway.” 

“If it made you upset where you had to cry and watch the Notebook followed by Marley and Me, then it’s not. I tell you stupid stuff that I complain about all the time like today. This guy got a little rough during practice and I was kicked out for this fight because he clocked me in the head, and I was bleeding.” 

You push yourself up, gently grabbing his head, turning it towards you. “You’re bleeding?! Why didn’t you tell me?” 

His hands curl around your wrists, pulling them down so he set one in the place where his neck and shoulder meet while he pecks at the knuckles of your free hand. “I’m fine now. No major injuries today. Now, can you please tell me what happened?” 

“Do you really want to hear about all this?” 

He chuckles, “I know I don’t listen to Will all the time but if it’s you talking to me, about anything, then I’m all ears.” 

You pout in disbelief over this but rant to him about what happened at work and how the emails won’t stop coming in. 

“Wow.” 

“Wow? That’s all you have to say.” 

“You didn’t let me finish. Wow… you have a shitty job.” 

“Benny,” you scoff, smacking his chest. He smiles, staring at you with half his face deep into the pillow. 

“What’s that look for?” 

“Nothing,” he shrugs, “just staring at the beautiful person I get call my partner.” 

You roll your eyes, unable to fight the smile that surfaces across your lips. 

Benny can always find a way to make you feel better and you’ll never understand how that is. He drops his arm around your waist, “come ‘ere.” 

You scoot closer after Benny plops onto his back. Your head rests over his heart, you listen to the way it beats at a semi-irregular pace, not too much to where you think you have to take him to a hospital but enough to let you know that you’re the reason (which fills you with joy, distracting you from your sad day). 

Your eyes start to close again, you guess confiding in your boyfriend about what whatever it is that’s bothering you is a good thing. You can feel him moving but don’t care enough to open your eyes until you hear him sniff. 

You angle your head to look at him, watching as he tries to wipe away his tears before they fall (only to fail). “Are you crying?” You fight to hide your giggles; he never cries whenever you watch these movies but then again, you’ve usually finished them before he comes home. 

“No,” he sniffs again, “shut up… where did you put the tissues?” 

You grab the box and hand it to him. You can’t help but ask, “have you never seen these movies?” 

“If I know they’re sad movies, why am I going to watch them?”

 You shrug, “I don’t know.” 

The movie ends and you reach over and into the bottom drawer of your nightstand for a new box of tissues since your oh so caring boyfriend won’t share. 

“Can we watch your actual comfort movie now?” 

You let out a quiet, tearful chuckle as you throw away your snot filled tissue. “Yeah, let’s do that.” You pat the spot where you thought you left the remote only to find nothing. “I can’t find the remote.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“If it’s not in my hand then I don’t have it.” 

“Okay, okay. Watch where you direct that attitude, please.” 

“Roll over.” 

“Okay, I know I said we should try something new, but I don’t think-” 

A mix between a scoff and a chuckle escapes you, “Benny!” 

“Okay, I’m moving.” He’s on the side and you do, in fact, find the remote. “Got it. Now, lay back down. I wanna cuddle.” 

“I can definitely do that.” He pulls you closer as the beginning credits for 10 Things I Hate about You come on the screen. “Why do you like this movie so much if you’re not a fan of the “bet” trope?” 

“I don’t have an exact answer but I’m gonna go with the acting- and how do you know about the different kinds of tropes? I’ve never once heard you talk about this with anyone.” 

“You don’t know the kinds of conversations I have with Isabela... and I may have overheard you talking with Maria a while ago and I wanted to, you know, learn more about these things so we could have something else to talk about.” 

Your bottom lip starts to quiver, you try to hide the fact that you’re crying but it’s hard to when you have such a caring boyfriend who does nice things to further bond with you. You don’t think you can remember any of your boyfriends doing that before which makes this ten times more heartwarming. 

“Wait. Wait. Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong? Is this not the right movie?” 

You don’t respond and it freaks him out more. 

“I’m gonna need you to talk to me because I’m freaking out over here.” 

“No,” you shake your head. “You did nothing wrong. You’re just so sweet and it’s like you don’t even know it.” 

“Oh,” he’s cut off when you lean up to kiss him with everything you have to give. 

You pull back, needing to get air into your lungs. 

Benny blinks, “thanks?” 

You smile, knowing he’s a little out of it because you just laid a big, wet one on him and he had no time to prepare for it. “Believe me, it was for your pleasure.” 

“Is that how it is?” Benny hovers over you, his arms straight in a “girl push-up” position. “Because the way I see it, it’s for your pleasure.” 

The corners of your tug upwards, you follow along with the queen heinous bitch, Kat Stratford, “Am I that transparent? I want you; I need you. Oh, baby. Oh, baby.” 

His head drops down, chin close to his chest as he chuckles. “Damn, I guess I underestimated how many times you’ve watched this movie.” 

“Yes, and now that you know, lay down and keep quiet.” 

“So bossy,” he mutters under his breath. 

You shush him and tuck yourself back into his side. 

-

After finishing the movie, Benny winds up ordering from your favorite fast-food place and you search for the show you two started last week, feeling you two should begin to end the day with a bit of laughter. 

You take a quick shower while Benny answers the guy’s texts about their fittings (surprisingly, Santiago can be such a worry nelly). 

-

You toss your dirty clothes in the hamper and crawl into bed, barely settling in when he pulls you closer to him so you’re lying on his chest. 

It’s no surprise when you wind up falling asleep before him even with the TV playing a random movie, his heartbeat was the thing to lull you into a deep and peaceful slumber. 

It seems as though the day that you two thought was never going to end wound up becoming a damn good night.