#boy crush

[callmemsbenzedrine]

hope he sees me exactly like this

[ursonly-decaying]

fuck passionate kisses i just wanna get laid by him. all I want from him is his cock, im craving it so damn bad. seeing him in class everyday is irritating. I would rub my thighs together and take secret glances at him. thought of him beside me and that he might notice my dirty secrets makes me even more wet.

[onomatopoeicaristophanes]

Santiago Elissalt

[this-boys]

[romanticupid]

21+ reverse-icks

highly HIGHLY requested. Read at your own caution

imagine him pressing his forehead against yours when he finishes

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

When his chest is shiny in the moonlight from sweat

When he stays inside of you after finishing

Imagine making eye contact with him the whole time

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

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

[cth-wifey]

things i want to do with him ❣️

cheeky edition

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

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

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

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

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

[aramisphased]

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

* sleeping next to him and feeling his body heat

* doing the dishes together in silence

* reading a book while sitting next to him before bed

* doing puzzles together listening to mozart

* talking to him all night in bed

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

* him telling me about a weird dream he had

* tying my shoe

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

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

* his arm brushing against mine when we walk

* us sharing a pint of ice cream in the car

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

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

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

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

* him feeding me french fries while i drive

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

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

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

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

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

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

* him arguing w me and putting me in my place

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

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

[ilikedirt-04672]

Me: makes eye contact with my crush

Also me: 🎶So this is love...🎶

[forestgrey19]

okay but how do i get me the kind of ace-coded intimacy that aziraphale and crowley have? the kind of queer relationship where you can feel close and share a bond through holding hands, sharing fine meals, and enjoying walks in the sunshine together? where you can spend hours in their presence doing nothing together, but still feel loved?

[callmemsbenzedrine]

i miss his everything

[iluv-m]

Mine Mine Mine.

I haven’t uploaded in years omg, I hope someone sees this 😭 Enjoy~

This was in my drafts a while back, This is not my original idea, I lost the tumblr writer who wrote this post originally.

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You decided to surprise your boyfriend by visiting him at his university. He had given you a spare key to his dorm, just in case. You let yourself in quietly, taking in the soft glow of the room lit only by the dim desk lamp. The blinds were closed, and you could see a large figure under the blanket, lying on the bed. Obviously, it was your boyfriend—he must’ve been exhausted after his long lecture, which lasted four hours. You smiled, thinking he probably needed his rest. You figured you’d let him sleep while you grabbed some ramen for your movie night.

But just before you could sneak out the door, you couldn’t resist. You leaned over, pressing a quick, soft kiss to his cheek. It was a peck, nothing too big, but you missed him so much. After all, it’d been a while since you’d seen him. When you pulled away, feeling satisfied, you heard him shuffle a little, mumbling in his sleep.

Grinning to yourself, you started walking toward the door when—wham—you felt his hand shoot out and grab your wrist, yanking you back toward the bed.

You couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable he was, thinking of you even in his sleep.

“Babe, let go. I need to go get ramen for us!” You wiggled in his arms, trying to get free, but his grip only tightened. He wrapped his legs around yours like a human octopus, trapping you with a soft, sleepy growl.

“Mine…” he mumbled. The way he said it sounded so possessive and cute that you couldn’t help but smile. “Mine…mine…mine…” He kept repeating it, almost like he was in a trance.

You tried to shake him awake, but he only responded by squeezing you tighter, as if he was trying to make you disappear inside the blankets with him. It was adorable—but also kind of annoying.

You squirmed, trying to free your legs, but his grip just got stronger, his body practically cocooning you. “I need to go get ramen, seriously. You can’t keep me here all day…”

“Mine…” he muttered again, this time wrapping the blanket around you like a burrito. “Mine…mine…mine…”

There was no way out of this. He was too strong, and the blanket was way too snug. You shifted, trying to get comfortable, but your legs were quickly starting to lose feeling. “Okay, fine. Mine,” you said with a playful eye-roll, hoping he would let you go.

Hearing no response, only his arms slightly tightening around you like you hug your stuffed bear and his legs putting yours in a lock making them close to numb, you admitted defeat.

It felt like hours and you even tried to sleep but the thought of ramen kept waking you up and trying to get free from your boyfriend’s hold. Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Shit you totally forgot you had it with you. You reached for it with your free hand—only one hand free, by the way—and saw it was your boyfriend’s roommate.

You pressed the phone to your ear. “Hello?” you whispered, trying not to wake the monster clinging to you.

“Hey, Y/N, have you seen BF/N? He was supposed to be at the library 20 minutes ago, but no one can find him. I’ve called everyone. Where is he?”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Uh, yeah, I know where he is.”

“Wait, why are you whispering? Where are you?” he asked, clearly confused.

You glanced at your boyfriend, still sleeping soundly, and groaned. “I’m stuck in his dorm. He kidnapped me in his sleep and won’t let me leave.”

There was a brief silence on the other end. Then, his roommate burst out laughing. “No way! He’s literally holding you hostage? I’m coming to rescue you, don’t worry! I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

You glanced at your boyfriend, who was still mumbling “mine” over and over, and sighed. “Alright. I’ll wait. Wait! Do you mind getting some ramen on the way, you know the kind we like.”

“Uh, sure. I’ll be right there,” his roommate said, chuckling.

After what felt like an eternity (11 minutes to be exact), you heard the door unlock. The light from the hallway flooded into the room, and you squinted as his roommate walked in, looking way too pleased with himself.

“Hey, I’m here for the rescue and the delivery!” he said with a smug grin, snapping a picture of you and your boyfriend, who was still snuggled under the blanket, holding you hostage.

You groaned. “Hey!”

But, of course, your boyfriend didn’t wake up. He just kept mumbling, “Mine…mine…mine…” and pulled you closer. It was adorable, but also way too much.

His roommate smirked and grabbed a pillow from his bed. “Sorry, bro, this is for your own good,” he said before smacking it straight onto your boyfriend’s head.

Everything went quiet. You could practically hear your boyfriend’s brain rebooting. Then he jolted upright, blinking and rubbing his face. “What. Did. You. Just .Do?”

“Sorry! It was the only way to wake you up! Don’t kill me! Your girlfriend told me to do it!”

Your boyfriend looked at you, then down at your cocooned body. “Wait…when did you get here?”

You sighed dramatically. “You kidnapped me, remember? I’ve been stuck here for-“ You pulled out your phone checking the time, “-2 HOURS?!”

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened. “Oh…whoops.”

You tried to get up from the bed, but when you shifted, your legs, completely numb, gave out from under you and you fell . “Oh, come on! My legs are DEAD.”

Your boyfriend’s face turned into full-on panic mode. “Shit, are you okay?!”

“No, you’ve basically paralyzed me with your cuddle attack.” You looked over at his roommate, who was trying to hold back laughter. “I’m never letting you live this down.”

His roommate chuckled. “Well, at least you’re not dead, right?”

You shot him a playful glare. “I would kill him, but it seems he’s too cute to murder.”

Your boyfriend’s guilt melted into a grin, and he helped you back onto the bed, making sure you were settled. “Alright, movie night still on?”

You looked at him suspiciously. “You’re lucky I’m still willing to hang out with you.”

“Well, you know, because you’re mine,” he teased, pulling you back under the blanket and trapping you once again. You were surrounded by soft, fluffy fabric, and there was no escaping. Not that you really wanted to, anyway.

“Did you just trap me again?” you asked, half-laughing, half-exasperated.

“Yep. You’re mine, remember?” he said smugly.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m yours, but you’re lucky I’m too comfy to move.”

“Exactly. Mine,” he whispered into your hair, and you melted into his arms.

Meanwhile, his roommate just stood there awkwardly. “Uh… guys? Still here?”

You shot him a teasing grin. “Who told you to stick around? Get out.”

“Why do you always have to be so mean? 😭 Y/N, tell him to let me leave.”

You giggled from inside your blanket cocoon, rolling your eyes. “Bye bye~ Wait, our ramen!”

His roommate sighed dramatically. “Here you go . I’m leaving before you two make me throw up.”

With that, he left the room, and the two of you were left alone to snuggle up for your movie night, with your boyfriend repeating his favorite word: Mine

[el-chico-perdido]

T necesito

[this-boys]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson in ‘KRAVEN THE HUNTER’

[romanticupid]

hi!! i was wondering if u could do maybe more school edition scenarios i think they’re really cute lol ur content is literally amazing

Romantic Scenarios in School:

Glancing over at him to notice he's already staring at you

When you draw a heart on his hand, and he keeps staring at it and smiling when he's alone

When he wants to say something to the group but hesitates and whispers it to you instead

When he gently taps his pencil on your forehead because you keep falling asleep in class

When he keeps flirting and smiling and staring at your face while you're explaining how to do a difficult problem (he already knows how to solve it)

The teacher saying something funny and you both look at each other trying not to laugh

[brokenloveblog]

wishing for you is unbearable; yet it is impossible to stop wanting you.

[janaem]

clay

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

   [4:45 pm]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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