#Tiny blurb

[thoughtfulchaos773]

S3 speculation. I still think there will be a flashback for Sydney and her mom car dedication tattoo - I think in her financial ruin for her business, she had to sell her mother's car. Like carmy had to sell the jacket Mikey bought him.

[kaimakesart]

Josh Futturman with a tall!reader? :]

So likeeee everyone? SORRY I LOVE MY SHORT KING 🤞🩷

My boy is so silly

Josh futturman with a tall!reader.

It's just the little things, always purposely leaning over him, kissing the top of his head, bending down slightly to do just about anything.

-

"I am not that short!" Josh blurted out as he looked up at you. "It's only a few of inches!"

You smiled, resting your arm on top of his head. "Yeah? I can name nothing else that's only a few inches" You teased, poking at his ribs.

His nose scrunched up as he swatted at you. "Shut the fuck up!"

You smiled, bending forward slightly to give him another kiss. "You're so fucking cute you know that?"

He rolled his eyes, kissing you back. "Yeah yeah..you too"

-

He'll never admit it but he probably finds it hot, bending down for him or looking down towards him to do just about anything. Like I said, we Stan our short king.

[angelkissiies]

you telling abby that you wanna be on top, be the dominant one, but then five minutes later your whining crying pinned to the bed with abbys strap deep in ur pussy and shes just laughing like "what did you say about being on top?"

im really horny okay

~whore named melody🥰

melody m kissing you on the mouth rn. thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou for putting this in my head.

she’d be so cocky n condescending, laughing n poking fun at you as she fills you to the hilt. you’d try to hide your face, embarrassed, but she’d just drag your eyes back to her with a harsh grip on your jaw n a particularly devastating thrust into your cunt.

[sunsetsimon]

simon loves rubbing his nose against your skin. when he’s laying on top of you, his body pushing you into the mattress, covering you in a blanket of his warmth and scent. his head is tucked into your neck, trailing soft kisses along the skin, the tip of his nose tickling you, slightly curving as he drags it along.

“you just gonna keep smelling me or can i go pee now?” you ask, pushing on his shoulders but he doesn’t move.

“m’gonna keep smellin’ you,” he mumbles, voice muffled into your shoulder. his fingers creep along your neck, pulling the collar of your shirt to expose more of your skin.

“y’smell so good in the morning, darling,” simon inhales, overflowing his senses with you. after being in bed for 8 hours, your scent practically drenches the sheets. your body wash, lingering fragrance and something else he can never put into words - just your smell. and god does he love it, ready to spend the rest of his life in this bed with you.

[ennabear]

What do you think Abby's breath feels like? For example, when you're talking face to face or when she leans in to kiss.

so soft and sweet!! i imagine when you’re talking face to face with her she’d be confident enough to lean in close and make you blush, but when you lean in to kiss her she sucks a breath in because she gets butterflies.

when she’s sleeping, it’s probably fanning out to tickle your neck or your back depending on the position you’re cuddling in (and she won’t sleep without her cuddles, obviously.)

when you’re having sex, her breath prickles your flaming skin as she pounds into you. her mouth sucks hickies and punctures bite marks into your skin but once she pulls away, that sweet sting is lit ablaze by her warm breath.

also as a bonus, i think her breath smells like mint 24/7. she probably brushes her teeth like 4x a day, flosses, mouthwash, gum/mints, etc. her hygiene is CRAZY good. yeah, it’s probably because her dad drilled into her about the benefits of having good oral health as a kid and scared her with stories of kids who lost all of their teeth, but her dentist loves her anyways. <33

[aphrogeneias]

You dont have to fill this as a request but ive been thinking about reader who is afraid of intimacy and eddie who is breaking down her walls

"Dont look at me like that..dont smile at me like that"

"Like what?" "Like youre in love with me"

And he keeps pushing her and pushing her til she breaks down and cries because she does need/want him and they have a snotty wet kiss

Eddie's been looking at you like that all night.

Disarming eyes staring into your soul, like they know all of your secrets. Maybe he does, and if he doesn't, it makes you want to tell him them all — about the way he made your heart race, about why you'd never let him kiss you for longer than a moment, scared that you'd let yourself go too far, about how you much you wanted to let yourself go, but you couldn't.

Lest he sees you for who you are, lest he sees too much and decides to look away. Maybe he has, maybe you'd shown too much already.

You don't mind it all too much, come to think of it. Not when he looks at you like that.

"Hey," cold fingers touch your chin softly, just enough to guide your gaze back to his, bringing you back from your reverie, "where did you go?"

"Nowhere." You say, but your eyes drift to his lips, and back to his glinting eyes, then back to his lips, betraying your answer.

"Really?" He asks, drifting closer. "Not thinking about kissing me, then?"

Your breathing falters, but you don't. Eddie makes you brave, you decide, for his own braveness is contagious. Captivating, like the electric current that drew you to him.

You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. A first in your brief relationship, and it you let yourself linger, taking his bottom lip between yours, savoring the feeling. Eddie remains still, but you can feel him smiling against your lips.

"I'm always thinking about kissing you."

It's no more than a whisper, and you don't meet his eyes as you say it. Then, his hands touch the sides of your face, once again gently forcing you to look at him.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

You nod, unconsciously holding onto him by the wrists, the comforting warm feeling of his jacket under your cold hands.

He lowers his forehead to rest on yours, his voice matching your whisper. "I'm always thinking about kissing you too."

In that breath you share, sitting closely at the back of his van, not an inch separating you, you don't mind being seen. Not when he kisses you like that.

[goosita]

Do you have any headcanons or blurb thoughts about if Secretary!reader got him a Christmas present? I feel like would be so cute. Happy Holidays if you celebrate!!���️

oh i’m so soft ❄️

(this takes place between parts 3 and 4)

what do you get for a man who could buy anything he wants?

you’d been thinking all week about what to get for coriolanus for christmas. you’re sure that he’s used to expensive gifts and presents from all sorts of people. but you weren’t particularly wealthy, even for a capitol citizen.

you remembered once that he had a sweet tooth, and you smiled to yourself as you realized what you could do for him.

you spend all evening before your last day at the office for the break rolling out dough, covered in flour and sticky sugar. you used a little cutter to punch out the shape, baking them to a perfect golden brown and then icing them neatly with a piping bag. then, you packaged them up in a nice little red box with a big silver bow atop of it.

two dozen homemade sugar cookies in the shape of snowflakes, for coriolanus snow.

you hoped he would like them, biting your lip as you stepped into the building’s entry hall with a small smile.

“mr. snow?” you called softly, looking around. coriolanus stepped out of his office and smiled softly.

“yes, miss y/n?”

you fidgeted with the bow for a moment, grinning sheepishly. “merry christmas,” you said, handing the box to him.

coriolanus lifted his brow curiously, taking it from you and lifting the lid open. he blinked down at the neatly packaged cookies, his mouth open in a small little “o” shape.

“sweet snow for a sweet snow,” you joked, knowing it was a cheesy remark. coriolanus eyes lifted to you, tears just barely brimming at his lash line.

oh. had you upset him?

“coryo…?” you tried softly, taking a step forward towards him. you wondered if you’d overstepped somehow. if you’d read this little thing between you two wrong.

instead of opening his mouth to shout at you, perhaps tell you this was ridiculous, coriolanus set the box aside as gingerly as possible. then his arms were suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight hug. you were startled for a moment before completely melting into his embrace, your own arms fitting easily around his middle.

“thank you,” he breathed softly. “you don’t know what it means to me. that you took time to make these for me.”

of course you’d never know how deeply the gesture struck his heart. he’d never told a soul about his childhood and teenage years, not since his first year at the Capitol University. there was no way you could know that the sweet treats would take him back to a time when his stomach lurched painfully at all hours of the night, a time when he would have openly weeped at the gift of any sort of food.

it had been so long since someone had baked something just for him. ma plinth had passed some years ago, the last person to choose to spend her time making treats for coriolanus. it was more than the memory of the years he spent starving that moved him. to know that you had thought of him, had spent your own free time to do something kind like this for him, had his heart softening more than you’d ever realize.

“you’re welcome,” you whispered back, tentatively stroking his back with your fingertips. after a long moment, coriolanus seemed to gather himself and let you go with a small grin.

his hand gently held your chin for just a moment. “merry christmas, miss y/n.”

[dollaches]

ellie in combat boots…. having you kneel in front of her after she comes back from a long patrol, her legs spread open as she leans back on the couch.

making you rut against her boot till she can see the sheen of your arousal coating the leather, only to then make you beg to even be allowed to cum from the pathetic form of pleasure … hmmm

[sprout-gt]

borrowers in college dorms

very much inspired by the fact i've been packing up my dorm room for the summer but just consider the possibilities

consistant access to non-perishable items that would keep for a long time. dorm rooms are like snack havens. stockpiles would be easy to collect for the breaks.

lots of options for borrowing locations, since there are upwards of a few hundred people living in dorms supplies would never really be scarce

the spaces themselves are relatively small and simple to scale, and there would be long stretches of time during the day where they would be unoccupied as people attended class.

Since dorm furnature is usually pretty close together, there would be ample shadowy places to hide out in case there are any surprises.

easily traversable since dorm buildings usually have relatively simple structures (at least mine does lmao), so risk of injury probably wouldn't be too great

easy access to various entertainment and music like all the time everywhere. also, i can totally imagine borrowers making fun of bad dorm room decor as a past-time

also, i feel like if anyone were to be cool with a lil guy kicking around their dorm room, it would be a sleep-deprived 20 something.

i feel like if i were a borrower a college dorm would be my ideal spot

[finniestoncrane]

there he is 💚

[teddypickerry]

a very cute loser!

[hungharrington]

since you are likely my favorite user for steve blurbs right now, i am here to share my thots.

i just wanna make out with steve in that stupid bmw. middle of summer, he’s in some stupid little shorts and a crop top, all breathless and shit UGH just let me know your thoughts on this important topic 🎤

firstly, i’m so very flattered 🥹 ur a very talented writer yourself so i was a beside myself receiving this from u! i’m sorry it took me so long! my thoughts are…. well it’s such a delicious thought i had 2 expand….

The radio sounds just a little bit out of tune when you’re this far out from Hawkins. 

The noise a bit grainy, coming out low and wavy from the speakers in Steve’s car and mixing with the heat waves of the hottest season. It’s baking hot this summer— mirror mirages spill onto the roads, flocks of people gather to the lakeside, and swim-suits are the only appropriate apparel to combat the sweltering temperatures. 

You, however, are entirely too hot for another reason altogether today. 

Steve is always warm. He seems to glow from the inside, always hot enough to warm your cold hands should you worm them under his shirt — though, he always yelps and bats them away. Loves it secretly. Today, he feels as warm as sunlight itself under your touch.

His lips have been softened from your endless kisses and there’s a laziness in the press of his mouth against yours. His hands are gentle, tracing invisible patterns up your sides and back. It’s slow — a gentle push and pull of you in his lap, your legs slung atop his bare thighs and arms around his neck, messy kisses shared. 

You love summer, if only for the fact it gets Steve into shorts. The pair he’s in now are cherry red, white lining the edges and all the motion has them riding up his thighs. The paler  softer parts of his thighs are exposed and you have a half mind to slink down and continue your kisses there. Fingers twined in his hair, you give a soft scratch along the nape of his neck and are rewarded with a soft sigh in Steve’s kiss. 

The song on the radio tapers off and there’s a crackle of the radio’s host voice, announcing something in a mumble you can’t hear. Steve’s hands on your waist pull you closer, rocking your down and you release a little groan, fire catching in your tummy at the friction when— 

“Oh, man, I love this song.” Steve pulls back abruptly, interrupting your heated make-out. He licks his swollen lips which are sheened with your spit and you blink at him, surprised. It takes another second for a smile to slip onto your lips as Steve scrunches his eyes closed for a second, beginning to sing along lowly as he bangs his head lightly. 

“Just take those old records off the shelf…” He opens his eyes again and smiles at you. He’s so handsome that it makes your stomach swoop. 

“D’ya know it?” He asks, one hand leaving your hand to push some hair behind your ear. You nod, taking advantage of the closeness and smacking a quick kiss onto the inside of his wrist. Steve melts a bit, sinking further back into the drivers seat with a gooey grin. 

You’re glad for it, relishing in your new view— eyes skim down his chest, fixing hungrily on the sliver of his tummy that’s exposed. The shirt he’s wearing is killer. You had full on stammered when you climbed into the passenger seat, at the cropped and loose shirt Steve was wearing; the tan skin skin of his midriff well on display. Paired with those shorts? You had uttered a silent prayer, unsure if you were giving thanks or asking for some goddamn mercy. 

“S’good song,” He says, though his eyes have got that distracted look in them, utterly trained on you. 

His hands paw at your side, nails scraping to bring your closer for another round of lazy making out. But you dodge his kiss— dotting a quick kiss on his cheek before you nose under his jaw. Steve takes a second to catch on, not moving to give you any space. You nuzzle in closer and make a little noise, nose pushing at his jaw til he finally tilts his head back, letting you creep closer. 

Lips meet skin and you kiss, kiss, kiss- til your desire grows and expands, threads of lust twinging in your tummy. You suckle, nibbling and soothing the skin — the heat of the day wanes around you, fueling you more. Below you, you can feel Steve’s hips shift around, his hardness growing beneath you. 

“You’re a fiend,” Steve teases. It loses all heat with how breathless he sounds. 

“Says the one who brought me out to Lover’s Lake,” You lick a hot stripe up his neck, taking his earlobe into your mouth and Steve groans loudly, grip on your tightening. “Wouldn’t exactly say you’re full of pure intentions.” 

“Touché,” He breathes. Then pulls you down, rocking your hot cunt against his cock once more, both your soft groans mixing in the hot summer air. 

Steve grins, saccharine and devilish all at once, and you waste no time in kissing it away, hands twisting in back into his hair with a tug. The fire from inside, heavy with lust, and the warmth from outside, the blistering setting sun, mix and mingle— as you let the your sun-kissed boy take you apart in beemer, lakeside. 

[webslingingslasher]

(i can’t find the post but this is about trouble getting into a fight at the frat and peter kicking the girl out)

i think especially if trouble was drunk all the adrenaline turns into a fight with peter over ‘why the fuck did you have your hands on her?? why were you holding her like that??’

and it takes peter and probably the rest of the boys a WHILE to calm her down

yes and she's on level 3000 because she's so riled up from what happened she turns it all on peter and he's got his hands raised up like he isn't a threat in the slightest.

trouble: your hands were all over her! why the fuck were you touching her like that?

peter: i was trying to get her away from you.

trouble: by wrapping your arms around her? really?

peter: please don't be mad at me, i didn't want you getting hurt and i wasn't going to leave you undefended.

trouble: so you just fucking groped her instead. nice.

peter: i was holding her waist! there was no groping!

trouble: holding her waist? who's fucking waist are you supposed to hold, peter?

peter: .... yours.

trouble: exactly! and guess who you weren't holding?

and this goes on for ten minutes 😭😭😭

[holographic-mars]

Not an ask per se but something really funny

It's been a year since the end of season 1 and Soundwave kinda fucked off during that time but when the season 2 shenanigans start up again, there's a confrontation involving Soundwave and Megatron. Cosmos joins and it just—

Cosmos: Hey guys!

Soundwave: *Approaches Cosmos and openly displays affection towards Cosmos*

Everyone else: ???

Soundwave: Cosmos: Conjunx Endura

Soundwave, looks Megatron dead in the optics: Soundwave: upgraded

Megatron: *Confused and having lots of emotions* I—

Mars, do you see my vision. The amount of shade thrown around could create another eclipse. Soundwave showing off his new and better husband. In front of Megatron. Soundwave openly being in love and affection with Cosmos. In front of Megatron. Soundwave being happy with his conjunx and children. In front of Megatron

Mars, do you see my vision

This makes me giggle so bad bc I just visualize Soundwave, the absolutely gorgeous stunning jaw dropping woman to ever grace this universe and beside him is this little goofy lame looking minibot who’s just happy to be here and Soundwave is like yes I love him he doesn’t betray me. Like SOME people. And Megatron is like :(

They’re so Jessica Rabbit and Roger Rabbit coded and I love it so much.

Soundwave: I have to find my darling husband, I am so worried about him

Starscream: seriously what do you see in that guy??

Soundwave: he makes me laugh

Also Soundwave openly showing that he’s moved on and doesn’t care about Megatron is so real he got a better mech now

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I giggled way too hard at this eehehehe ❤️❤️❤️🛸🛸

[leviscolwill]

plastic off the sofa

pairing: gavi x reader

summary: moving with your boyfriend ignites an unexpected heart to heart discussion (wc: 0,6k)

contents: angst but make it fluffy, good ending, injured gavi

note: disscussing gavi with @zowanew is never a good idea bc look what she's done guys 😞

now playing: plastic off the sofa by beyonce...

heavy cardboard boxes overflown with books and stationery were all over the floor, making the brand new house look like the louvre from its sleek white interior.

the emptiness of the living room would almost be unsettling, if it wasn't for pablo slumped on the only furniture of the room, his crutches were thrown far away from him, as if he tried to forget about their whole existence. the brand new couch was still enveloped in plastic wraps, you sat next to him, careful not to hurt him in any way after his surgery.

the move was long planned, and you knew your boyfriend felt awful about his lack of help. as much as he pleaded to help you with at least one light box, you categorically denied him, not wanting him to make any big effort post-surgery.

your hand instinctively found its home to the back of his neck, tracing little patterns and stroking his newly short hair. pablo was torn between the undying feeling of uselessness, both on and off the pitch, and the overwhelming urge to shower his girl with all the love he could give you. 

he chose the most comfortable option, constisting in hiding his face in the crook of your neck, the warmth of your fingers still burning on his skin. pablo took the opportunity to kiss the warm and inviting skin of your neck.

“i’m so lucky to share a house with you, i love you”, his mumbles would be absolute gibberish to anyone, but you weren't anyone.

despite understanding every word, you decided to make the most out of your boyfriend sudden need to voice his appreciation towards you, “what was that baby?”

you felt his lips turned into a smile against your neck, “you know what i said, don’t make me say it again.”

barcelona’s sun was setting down on the city when he lifted his face away from the comfort of your neck. pablo’s fingers, calloused from the cold winter, traced your jaw.

“i’m sorry, i really wish i helped today you know.” your eyes rolled against your will at his nonsense, you feared pablo’s constant abnegation would ruin him at some point. 

“i don't need you to help pablo, i need you to get better, feel better, and you can’t do that with all this pressure you’re putting on yourself amor.” the serious look on your face only made him feel more sorry for you. it was never in your plan to deal with an injured and stubborn boyfriend, and on top of that, a move to a new house, when he was the one insisting you should get one together. he would give so much for you to live a peaceful life instead of all the things you did for him right now.

pablo could feel tears gathering in this eyes and looked at the floor in hopes of hiding it from you, “yeah, sorry.” he didn't know where they were coming from, anger? sadness? frustration? probably a mix of all these emotions.

his voice, however, was a dead giveaway. after all these years you knew him all too well. the thought of you being the reason behind his tears was enough for your eyes to water as well.

“no... don’t say sorry. you don't have to be sorry about anything”, you tilted your boyfriend’s face up so his eyes could meet yours, your hands wiped away a couple stray tears. “it’s a tough phase right now, but you’ll make it, i know you will… alright?”

he connected his lips to yours in a kiss that wordlessly gave you every answer you needed, his thumb stroked your wet cheek, in hopes to erase every remnant trace of sadness off you. when you parted away to catch your breath, you leaned your forehead against his, lost in his brown eyes that were ready to follow you anywhere you wanted.

“we’ll do it together cariño”

[headphonegrl]

“You can have this if you want!” It’s the first words Kylian ever says to you and it's muffled by the sound of torrential rain hitting against concrete. He uses the end of his finger to point at his umbrella, a navy blue one his dad let him borrow when he was thirteen which he’s failed to ever give back. It’s the start of his favourite story, one he’ll tell enthusiastically to anyone with the patience to listen. 

“Sorry?” You shout back, he’s only a few steps from you but he might as well be a mile away with how loud it is. The mascara you applied earlier that morning is now running down your cheeks in thick black lines, but all Kylian can think about is how cute you look. Crushingly so, like he will for the rest of his life. 

“You can have my umbrella!” He strides closer and raises his voice a bit in the hope that this time you’ll hear him. When he tells this story later on, he’ll exaggerate his shouting for comedic effect and all his friends will laugh. A fuzzy feeling in his chest will ensue

“Really?” You look up at him through your eyelashes and Kylian has to make a conscious effort to breathe. In through his nose and out through his mouth in long puffs that empty his lungs. “You don’t need it?”

“I haven’t got far to go.” Which is a lie, he’s got half an hour of walking ahead of him. Though he doesn’t care, he wants you to take the umbrella. He’ll take the jacket off his back if you ask him. The first time he ever saw you was only two minutes ago and it’s already embarrassing the amount of things he’s willing to do for you, like he was yours before. Perhaps in a past life, when you and him were just atoms or two constellations sitting next to each other. “I’ll be fine.”

You furrow your eyebrows together, a neat line appearing between them. Droplets of rainwater run across your forehead without a coat-hood to catch them. “Are you sure?” 

“I’m sure.” Kylian can now feel the water rushing into his brand-new shoes but he can’t move, like if he does you’ll just vanish as quickly as you appeared. He’s afraid you’re just a figment of his overactive imagination and he’ll wake up in a car somewhere with his forehead leaning against the cold window. Now he’s seen you once he’s not sure he’ll be able to live without it, it would be practically torture. 

“No.” You shake your head, like it’s too much of an ask. One good deed too far that you could never possibly accept. “Just share it with me.”

“Share it?” He repeats it back like a parrot, making sure he heard you right. You’re only standing in front of him and he already feels lightheaded. If you stand shoulder to shoulder he thinks he might die, and he hasn’t even written a will yet. 

“Yeah.” You smile at him, all your teeth showing cutely. 

“Okay.” After this Kylian will ask for your number, and he’ll put a little umbrella emoji next to your name. It’ll take two weeks of hyping himself up to ask you out on a date. Your first kiss will make his heart thud so hard it feels like it’s going to fall out his chest. For your first anniversary, he’ll handpick flowers for you from his grandma's garden. For your second he’ll edit an embarrassingly cheesy video. Though for now, all you do is share this umbrella. “Let’s share it.”