#this one isn't as fluffy as the other ones

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LAST POLL OF ROUND 4

Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant (Holiday, Bringing Up Baby, The Philadelphia Story)—They're both unspeakably hot and putting them together only makes them that much hotter. Because physically attractive people are WAY hotter when they're also incredibly funny, and both of them are. They play off each other to perfection, and I could eat them both ❤️

Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing (The Curse of Frankenstein, The Horror of Dracula)—Obviously never canon romantic but the definition of toxic old man yaoi. Whether it's the look on Lee's face as Dracula about to bite Van Helsing in "Horror Of Dracula" (1958) or Cushing destroying his life and engagement to create Lee's monster in "Curse Of Frankenstein" (1957). Such a popular team that the "Dracula" sequel lifted their final fight from the original and used it as a prologue even though Cushing isn't in the rest of the film.

This is round 4 of a mini tournament. Each poll lasts for a week. Please reblog with propaganda for your favorite hot couple. To vote in all the polls, click here.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Hepburn and Grant:

Truly two of the hottest people ever to grace our screens and when you put them together, it's volcanic. They are totally magnetic on screen together, with the perfect love/hate chemistry. The ultimate 'you drive me crazy' couple, no one is doing it like them.

They are delight and joy and ALSO insanely hot together. Friendships have ended over the ship war of The Philadelphia Story, and you know what? Valid.

They are the hottest couple because they are clever, witty and beautiful. They spark off each other magnificently.

I feel like they’re almost too obvious to bother submitting but I’ve made that mistake before so Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn. I present Bringing Up Baby and The Philadelphia Story as evidence, your honor

Perfect onscreen match in some of the greatest romcoms ever. My, they were yar!

Cary Grant & Katherine Hepburn! They're my favorites! Dapper & ridiculous both!

I'm sorry, that's not a very romantic pic, but I had to include the serenading the leopard

and the fluffy bathrobe!

Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee:

Not exactly propaganda but I received this ask after Cushing and Lee's submission:

oh, I completely missed the qualifiers for the couples poll! Nevemind. Unless we count characters attempting to murder one another in multiple movies as peak couple behavior, Cushing and Lee tragically don’t qualify.

Editor's note: in this case I'll absolutely count that as romantic.

[meiluu]

Soft and Gentle

Zayne/ Reader(MC)

Zayne pushes himself too far, and you his valiant hunter the woman who he loves with ever fiber of his being is now fusing over his fever. Maybe being sick isn't all that bad... Not Edited

Having just sat down on his couch, Zayne lets out an exhausted sigh fingers reaching up to take of his tie. Head pounding, he throws an arm over his eyes as he lays down onto the soft cushions. And from there he slips into a much needed nap. Though it seems like it only last for but a moment when he is woken up but gentle fingers cupping the side of his jaw. A familiar voice rings through his head, its you. It takes him much longer to come to his sense than usual and when he finally comes to he can hear the worry within your voice, "Zayne you're really warm, do you feel okay?"

Slowly rising from the couch, he brushes your hands away. "I'm probably just tired." Zayne moves to get up from the couch only to halt in his motions when he sees your angry pout. "Nope you sit right there, I'm getting the thermometer if you aren't running a fever I'll let you get up." And with that you quickly turn towards the medicine cabinet in the kitchen, Zayne wants to insist that he truly is fine but he feels so weak and tired that he just sinks right back into the couch. A few moments pass before he feels your hands upon him again and your muffled words. "You're running a fever Zayne." He can picture the sad pout upon your face, opening on of his eyes he finds that to be true. "come on lets get you cleaned up and in bed as soon as possible."

And with those words you are leading him into your shared bathroom, leaving only to come back with a clean pair of pajamas for the both of you. Turning on the tub you let it fill before you help Zayne to take off his clothes. Although any other time you would be flushed from head to toe at your daring moves, but now in its place is a level of intimacy that only you can share with each other. Finally free from his work clothes and in the tub you help him to wash his body and hair. Fingers gently massaging into his scalp, letting the cool water rinse him of the soap while also hopefully quelling some of his fever.

Smelling no longer of antiseptic and papers instead smelling like his favorite soap that has a soft fragrance of jasmine flowers. Grabbing a fluffy white towel you help to quickly dry off Zayne, letting him brush his teeth while you hand him his clothes. With him finally dressed, he heads towards the bedroom sinking heavily into the plush comforter and mattress. Mind drifting off as the sound of you taking a shower lulls him into near unconsciousness. Zayne is again woken up by your familiar hands on his face, "Take this it'll bring down your fever." a quietness falls around you both after Zayne swallows the pills, one that it broken with his tired voice. "I'm sorry." there's a barely noticeable pout upon his lips.

"Zayne there' no need to apologize, everyone gets sick."

"I just-" he lets out a sigh before continuing, "I'm not used to being taken care of like this, the last time was when I was a child."

a soft bout of laughter leaves you, "Zayne I will always be here to take care of you especially when you are sick, just like how you always care for me when I'm hurt or sick. You don't need to go this on your own anymore, you have me now." You reach your hand up, carding through his soft onyx hair. Zayne reaches a scarred hand up to yours cradling it to his face, then bringing it down to his lip to give your palm a chaste but loving kiss. "Thank you, my love"

a.n. I may or may not of had a very vivid dream about helping Zayne while he was sick... (also I've been playing this game for over a year now and I am so in love with it, all the characters hold a special place in my heart. Will definitely be writing for all the boys in the future, I actually have a few ideas I'm writing at the moment.) hopefully you guys like this little drabble :)

...sorry about not posting in literally 6 months, college has been crazy and I've been having the worst writing funk. But I am slowly getting back into my normal rhythm and have begun writing again!

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

I have poppy playtime brain rot and wrote this to clear my thoughts. This is also my first time writing anything for poppy playtime. If you have any constructive criticism, please let me know!

Fluffy Doey head canons because he deserved better!

★ Sometimes, when he's lonely or just needs to relax, he draws on the walls. His drawings often attract the smaller toys to join in. He likes picking them up so that the higher places are in reach. He can even be a staircase if a lot of people want to join! the more the merrier!

★ He would put everyone above himself, even Poppy. Despite everything that has happened, she is still his family. All the toys in safe haven are. Each and every one of them. They mean the world to him.

★ Kissy and him have sleepovers! they share a tent together and he makes up happy stories to pass the time. It's good for them both because Kissy sleeps better when someone she trusts is close to her. And Doey loves sleepovers because it reminds him of his old life. It makes him feel normal.

★ He can sew. It helps him cope, whether it's patching up old rips and tears or creating new pillows and stuffed animals. If they were to ask, he would teach the other toys basic sewing skills.

★ He willingly takes on extra tasks and responsibilities to lighten the load for the other toys. Whether it's cleaning, organizing, or running errands, he is always the first to volunteer. He doesn't know it, but it's earned him a lot of goodwill.

★ As mentioned above, Doey has a talent for storytelling. He often gathers the toys around for bedtime stories. It brings a sense of comfort and routine to the Safe Haven and allows everyone to feel involved.

★ When Kissy isn't feeling her best Doey guides Kissy through mindful breathing exercises, helping her feel more grounded. Doey's calm demeanor and reassuring voice helps Kissy feel more centered. They are certified besties!

[lila-went-missing]

Hey girl! Can I request some fluffy Vi headcannons? <3

Absolutely! I'm finally writing on my laptop, partially because I have the live UConn feed on my phone. They 're playing Tennessee and I'm STRESSING, they're down four points in the last quarter. I hope you love this but I'm sorry if it seems rushed. This kind of turned into general relationship hcs but it’s all very fluffy. X

Fluffy Vi headcanons

For starters, Vi has had anything but an easy like and it really shows through the way that she acts around people.

Originally I think she would be a bit standoffish, especially right after leaving Stillwater.

It might take a while but she would get used to having you around. Her body would definitely take a while for her body to catch up to her mind. Any time you reach out to touch her she might tense up or flinch back, but she knows you wouldn't hurt her. She'd get there eventually it just might take some time and patience.

On the other hand she would love to be touching you.

I wholeheartedly believe that one of her love languages is physical touch.

She can convey feelings through contact that she can't with words.

She would constantly have a hand on you, whether shes holding yours, keeping it on your thigh, or just a hand on the small of your back as you walk.

She likes to have a physical reminder that you're safe and right there.

She'd love it when you lay in her lap, doing your own thing while she reads a book.

When they robbed Jayce's apartment the first place she went was the bookshelf. You can't convince me this girl isn't the biggest bookworm.

I feel like she would run a hand through your hair while you traced patterns on one of her legs.

I also think she would love to read your own copies of the same book and later discuss. I saw someone else mention this and I loved it.

Vi definitely sees herself as a protector so she would love being the big spoon.

The feeling of holding you against her, covering your body with her own.

Especially with how big she is.

She's like 5'10, BROAD shoulder, MUSCLES!!! She'd for sure cover most of your body.

She would not care how much you weigh or if you have some chub, she would pick you up and throw you around in her arms. Argue with the wall.

But despite all of this, sometimes she would need to be held and babied.

She wouldn't ask for it outright, at least not at first.

She would have this look on her face, her brows slightly furrowed and an almost undetectable frown.

But you see it of course.

So you would pull her into your lap, or on your chest, and just lay with you for a while.

Vi seems like the person to LOVE having her hair played with and her back rubbed.

I mean borderline purring because she’s so relaxed.

But who can blame her. With all the work and fighting she does I know her back is full of knots.

Our girl does NOT get a break.

Other than physical touch I think she’d be big on acts of service.

I mean come one her whole life her purpose has been to protect people so you can’t convince me she doesn’t like doing things for you.

It’s a whole range of things. From grabbing something off the top shelf to beating up a guy who made you uncomfortable when you went out for drinks.

Sometimes you have to force her to relax.

But it’s all worth it to her if she’s making your life easier.

I can see you patching her up quite frequently.

Even though she doesn’t fight in the pits anymore she does fight a lot of people for you.

There are a lot of bruised knuckles in your future.

After a while though she’ll settle down, more focused on making you happy than beating up a guy for looking at you.

She loves you very much. It may take her a bit to say it but she does.

She’s shows you her love everyday too through her actions.

You’re by far her favorite person.

She definitely calls you cupcake, among other things.

Other than cupcake, her favorites are probably babe, baby, and princess in a playful way.

HEAVY on Princess if you’re from Piltover.

But she says it with so much love that you don’t mind the playful jab.

I think she’d be addicted to you tracing her tattoo.

Plus you’d never get bored because it’s so big and intricate.

It’s another thing that would knock her out in like five minutes.

Moral of the story she’s addicted to you and wants to spend the rest of her life with you.

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

I can't stop thinking about the obey me brothers man

Obey me brothers body types/builds

*MY OPINION RESPECTFULLY STFU IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT*

you can add your own headcanons too I love reading all them :)

Lucifer

He is built ofc but I think he isn't hairy like at all. Soft pretty pale skin almost like a females. His hands look masculine and even more so with his sexy black gloves. He also has random moles on his body as well (the ones that lay flat against the skin)

Mammon

He has curly/fluffy hair to me and it's longer than in the game. He is very muscular but it isn't shown so alike a sleeper build. His hands are very masculine and those rings on top of it just UGH.

Levi

He is very skinny he doesn't have as much muscle as his other brothers so his stomach is a nice slim yet fit build like a swimmer. He also has shark teeth to me. His hands are real nice to stare at and have long fingers.

Satan

He is moderately built but it's always hidden by his sweaters. His hands are very pretty and looks well taken care of. His hair is also very fluffy and shines beautifully in the light like a model

Asmos

I believe he has a pink undertone to his skin. His hair is more wavy instead of fluffy so he focuses on his shine. He has many ear piercings and even a belly button piercing. He has very small muscle in his arms and a cute slim stomach. He also has small beauty marks on his body. He has dainty female hands ofc painted pretty.

Beel

He 100% has freckles. He also is very very tan from being out in the sun often. His hair is also very fluffy. He has some tan lines but not many. He is built like a mf. But not the weird body builder type build just a nice muscular figure. He has rough hands but it's just the right type of rough 🫦

Belphie

He has a sleeper build as well surprisingly. Beel often makes him workout whenever he can so he has muscle. His hair is usually straight but can get messy very easily. He has long eyelashes that asmos wants to kill him for. His hands look very soft and they are somehow.

[justfreakynothingelse]

In The Darkest Night

Word count: Approximately 2400.

CW: Mommy kink. Light breeding kink. Dacryphilia. Self-degradation. Brief voyeurism. RAPE MENTIONS. SELF-MUTILATION MENTIONS. Neither one happens or is threatened, but I consider those very important warnings.

This is a part of an AU I've had in my head for a while. TL;DR: Primarchs get Isekai'd. Kind of like the sentient husbandry AU.

You peek in the door leading to Night Haunter's room. It'd been some months with him, now, and you still rarely entered it, though he spent time in your room almost constantly. You were just going to tell him that dinner was almost ready, but...

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"A-ah, mama, mama..."

You pause. The door is cracked just barely open. He clearly hasn't noticed you, yet. You open the door further, slipping your head through the crack, and... oh, he looks lovely... he's grinding against the mattress, with what seems to be one of your long dresses—one you just put into the dirty laundry, actually—both pressed between the mattress and his cock, and held tight while he presses his face to the chest of it.

"Mama, please— 'm sorry, I'm a good boy, I'm a good boy-"

You flush; you've felt this way about him for months, now, but had no idea he wanted the same... it's hard for you not to want him, even. The strong, hooked nose... long, black, curly hair contrasting with moon-white skin... and his eyes, pitch black like the night itself...

Why not take advantage of this? You both want it...

You open the door a bit wider and walk over to him quietly. Despite his usual hypervigilence, right now he seems too fuck-drunk to notice you. You even manage to get right against the bed. His beautiful hair is completely covering his face; he's in his own world of scent and pleasure, which is unusual for him... when he first got an erection while sleeping next to you, he threw himself off of the bed and started babbling apologies. It took some coaxing and some explaining, but you understand better, now.

On his homeworld, a place of unimaginable cruelty, the only sex he ever saw was rape. So when, for the first time ever, apparently, he found himself saddled with an erection, his immediate response was 'She must think I will rape her. Never.' which explained his reaction well enough. He even offered to let you castrate him... You managed to calm him down, but with that kind of response, it's surprising that he'd ever do this sort of thing.

That was a few months ago, now, but still... have you truly endeared yourself to this man so much?

His panting, coming out almost as whines, now, are picking up speed. You crouch by his bed as his hips keep moving faster and faster; his words an almost unintelligible slurring of his native Nostraman and what he calls Gothic, with some English thrown in, too.

(He wishes mama would ever want him like this, even though he knows she never would... he wishes she'd pull him deeper, and wrap her legs around his hips, and...)

"Mama, mama, please, I'm a good boy, let me make you feel good, please Please PLEASE-"

He presses his hips into the mattress as he cums; you could tell this isn't the first time he's done this tonight, either. His stomach was slick with cum before this. The most beautiful moan leaves him as he cums; his mouth falling open as his feet dig into the bed, desperately trying to push him further into a body that isn't there.

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He's lying there panting, muttering about how he bets 'mama 's so soft and warm,' when you finally decide to speak.

"You could've just asked, honey."

He shoots away from the edge of the bed with a hiss, then; throwing himself against the wall on the other side as he curls up tightly.

You chuckle and offer him the fluffy black robe he keeps on his nightstand to cover up with and he quickly takes it. His skin looks like he's burning alive from how red it is; huge, beautiful eyes avoiding your gaze. The mattress now exposed to your eyes, you can see he has been quite busy... a thick layer of cum coats your dress, a wet spot near the collar showing where he's been licking and sucking.

He's hiding behind his hair as you look around, though still entirely able to tell what's going on. He shifts to sitting against the wall, before stiffening as you dip a finger into the mess that coats your dress, and lick it clean... savoring the taste of his need.

You climb up onto the bed in much the same sort of animalistic way he climbs onto yours; a slow, slinking sort of movement. The sheets are tacky from sweat, under your hands. He's practically cowering, as you approach him. You pull his legs down gently, like you did when he first had an erection around you and was so nervous. Indeed, despite the robe being in the way, it's easy to tell: he's still hard.

"I tried to ignore it, but it keeps getting worse. Nothing is working! I am terrible, please... make this stop! I have a knife, to make it easier. Please, I want to be good for you-" he's clawing lines into his skin from anxiety, as he speaks. "Haunter, beloved... you are good." He startles, his hair falling away from his face a bit, revealing his eyes, pupils blown wide, as his mouth hangs open in shock.

"But, ma-" he closes his eyes and stiffens, for a moment, "-but I am disgusting. I steal your clothing and I desecrate it. I spill my wretched seed upon it and you say I am good?"

"Can I show you what I think of you, My Haunter?"

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His eyes lock onto you, and he nods slowly... like he thinks he's about to be hit, almost.

You crawl over to him, and guide him to the pillows on his bed, away from the mess he made earlier. He props himself up onto his elbows, to keep a closer eye on you. If he will be punished for his transgressions, he wants to know. His hair falls away from his face, revealing him, as beautiful as he always is, though with tears pricking at his eyes.

(What if mama doesn't want him anymore?)

A shaky breath leaves him as you straddle his hips. He wordlessly hands you a knife, preparing himself for some sort of violent punishment, only to be shocked when you toss the knife away.

(Mama's on top of him!!! She's so close, she could reach down and take him inside her and nestle him against her perfect little womb and-)

"Can I open your robe, sweetie?"

"You can do anything to me."

You frown slightly, at that. You're looking for consent, he is waiting for retribution.

"Hmm... how about this. I want to see my beautiful boy-" his eyes go WIDE, at that, "-and I want him to be comfortable with it. Are you comfortable with me opening your robe?"

He releases a shuddering breath as he nods.

"Can you use your words, My Haunter?"

"Yes mama," he whispers.

You coo and stroke his cheek, earning a lean against your hand as you push open his robe with your other hand, revealing the heavily scarred plane of his lean stomach. It's absolutely plastered in cum. He looks away and whines, as you look down at him. Your hips shift to allow you to push the robe all the way off of him; the only things it covers now are his arms.

"Oh, such a needy boy... you could've asked! I like helping you..."

He's silent, then; still looking away from the sheer mortification of mama you finding him like this.

"Do you want to know a secret, pretty boy?"

He finally looks up at you as he whispers, "Yes please, mama..."

You pull your skirt up, bunching up the long, loose fabric as you do so.

"I'm took off my underwear while I watched you, earlier."

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His mouth falls open from shock when you lifted your dress; nose flaring as he scents your pure need. You're sitting right on top of his aching cock, and despite his own self-hatred, his own desire to not defile you, he feels the steady dripping of precum beginning again.

"Can I have you, my love? I've wanted you for so long-" and he interrupts, then; the shock to his system fading as his aching, obsessive, need returns, "Yes mama! Please, say anything you want and it is yours-"

You lift yourself up, now; still holding up your skirt. All but forcing him to watch, as your body splits open around him. His breathing grows heavy; panting and whining as he has to deal with the reality that you want him. As you slowly take him further and further into you, his whines switch to a constant chant of 'Mama, mama, mama,' almost on loop. Tears prick at his eyes as they remain locked onto where your bodies are now, finally, joined.

(Mama's pretty pussy is taking all of him! She wants him? She's so soft and warm, and it feels like she's pulling him deeper and deeper still...)

He starts crying. Your gaze immediately snaps to him. You have seen this man in absolute hysterics from nightmares, and never once have you seen a single tear fall from his obsidian-black eyes.

"Haunter, honey... do you want to stop?" His eyes lock onto your face, "We don't have to keep going if you don't want to..."

"Please don't stop, mama... I never thought I would have this. I never thought you would—agh—let me within the folds of your most sacred and perfect flower... mama, please don't stop... please."

"Can you tell me what you want, darling?"

"I want you!" He almost shouts, and the words are all but punched out of him as you clench, "I want... this, and more. Every way I could possibly defile you, I have imagined countless times already. I do not care how you have me, only that you do. Please... please use me. Let me be good for you." Tears fall in a steady stream now, and despite your worries... he looks so pretty, with tears streaming silently down his face.

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His eyes have long since squeezed shut, now. His head is pressed back into his tear-wet pillow as you ride him like a toy. His hands are on your hips after you guided them there, permitting him to touch you more. Blood is staining his lips as he tries to hold himself together by biting them, until you stop moving for a moment and ask him, kindly as always, to please, let you hear him. After that... well...

"Mama! Mama, please, feel good from me! It's the only thing I'm good for, I just—anghhh—I just need to make you happy, please, mama, mama, mama-"

You move one of his thumbs to press on your clit as you ride him. He's clearly approaching his own end, bucking up into you to meet your descent, but you still need yours...

His whines reach a fever pitch as he cums. Being held within a tight, hot, willing body... it's totally different than furtively rutting into his hand in the shower, or against his bed.

"Mama, don't stop! Use me until you're done, please please-"

You sink down to the hilt on him as he cums, and something within his mind snaps. His arms are suddenly around your waist, and somehow, he's pulling you closer. Getting deeper, back arching as he paints your innermost walls white with his seed. A weak whine of "I'm sorry, mommy~" leaves him as he cums, his eyes squeezing shut as his hips twitch weakly.

His grip goes slack, after a few moments, and you return to riding him. His whining begins anew, though far higher pitched now, due to his heightened sensitivity in the wake of his orgasm. He can't even speak now; his mind is just so focused on how you're moving, how you're squeezing him... how there's some cum slipping down his cock as you ride him. He seems to be trying to speak, sometimes, but all that comes out is high-pitched whines. Tears keep slipping down his face, and oh, he looks so very pretty, while this desperate for you...

(It feels like mama will break him... she's so pretty, and too tight, and she's not done yet... her thighs are so soft against his hips... will she let him sleep next to her like usual, tonight? She looks happy with him, and it feels like she's somehow getting tighter... Is he finally going insane? He feels like he's burning alive and melting at the same time, and another orgasm is fast approaching him)

His calloused thumb has you seeing stars as he rubs on your clit, itself aching and needy from the constant stretch of him within you. You can feel the rope of your orgasm stretching tighter and tighter, like the mooring line of a ship. He's helping pull you down onto him as you ride; the shock of your bodies colliding ripples straight through to your clit, it seems, and in only a few moments...

Your moans feel like they grab his stomach and twist; reaching to the depths of his unconscious mind, to the most primal and base parts of it. His orgasm, which could have taken far longer, suddenly crashes upon him like a rogue wave; overcoming him completely and drowning him in bliss. You feel like a vice around him; where once he slipped within you like you were made for him, now he must all but bully his way within your clenched walls, desperately seeking to be as deep within you as he can reach before his seed spills from his body.

(Mama is gonna milk him dry; it's too much, please, please, it's too much-)

He presses himself against your cervix as he cums, and it hurts, but it feels so right. His cum is almost scorching hot, and you can feel it slipping into your womb, just like the last time he came. He's frantic, underneath you; hands desperately grasping for purchase as he tries so hard to get you—and keep you—against him.

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You collapse down against him as your orgasms wind down. Heavy, fervent panting is the only sound in the room as he stares up at you, wide-eyed. You slowly move onto your side, grabbing onto his thigh once you're side by side, making sure he won't leave your walls. He gasps, as you do. Your hips and legs are wiggling around a bit, trying to find the best angle to keep him deeply within you. Content that he won't leave you, your hands move up to his arms, turning the situation into something more intimate. No longer the rutting of half-crazed animals, no. Now a lover's embrace, almost. You cup his cheek, and for the first time, he moves in to kiss you. Choosing to love.

Choosing to trust.

[kaminocasey]

Make Me Wanna

Pairing: Benny Miller (Triple Frontier) x F!Reader

Summary: You get home from being in South America for two years and your best friend Benny is more than happy to have you back.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI; suggestive content, alcohol consumption but not drunk drinking, maybe super duper light angst? Just a lot flirty fluffy stuff with Benny. Santi and Frankie are married (bc I love them your honor).

WC: 3.4k

A/N: Ahhh so this isn't star wars BUT I got excited about Pedro being Reed Richards and then started watching Triple Frontier edits and then Benny popped up and next thing you know I've not been able to stop thinking about him lmao. Also, I listened to a lot of country music (bc Benny is a cutie southern boy ya know?) while writing and made a lil playlist. Song is based off by “Make Me Wanna” by Thomas Rhett. Part two is definitely gonna happen bc I can't NOT write smut for this fine ass man.

Playlist | Taglist Form | Part 2

(Gif/Pic from pinterest)

You've been gone for the last two years, teaching English in South America. Tonight is your debut back into Floridian life. The second day when you got back into town, you ran into Santi while grocery shopping and he invited you over to his and Frankie’s place for a bonfire and cookout. You’d immediately asked if Benny was gonna be there and he gave you a knowing smirk and told you yes.

So here you are. Dressed up in a sky blue (Benny’s favorite color on you) sundress on a Saturday night in June. It’s a whopping 70 degrees and while you’re normally freezing cold in this kind of weather, you know that the bonfire will feel good. And maybe the arms of a certain blond southern boy. 

“There she is!” You hear Santi’s smooth voice as you walk around the back of the house from the side yard.

You give a smile to Santi and Frankie, greeting them with a hug. 

“You look good, sweetheart.” Frankie kisses you on the cheek. 

“Thank you.” You smile. “Where’s-”

“He’s on a beer run with Will… should be back any minute.” Santi winks. 

You roll your eyes and nod. “What happened? Drink it all?” 

Santi chuckles and grabs you a bottle out of the cooler, opening it for you. “Just getting low is all.”

You hum softly and look around at the back of the house. “House looks good, guys.”

“You wanna see the inside?” Frankie asks.

You nod eagerly and follow Frankie inside as Santi starts up the grill. As he leads you throughout the house, you look at the pictures hanging up and can’t help but smile. There are many of their families but there’s also pictures of their team. Or you suppose their second family. 

You stop to look at one photo sitting above the mantle in the living room. It’s familiar and brings back a sense of nostalgia. It’s a photo of you and Benny and Will. But you and Benny are passed out on the couch, longways with you on top of him. Or at least you’re passed out. Will is giving Benny what you’re pretty sure is a wet willy and Benny is smirking and flipping off the camera while his other arm remains around you. You’re completely oblivious to their tomfoolery and comfy in Benny’s arms. You have the same photo, which is now still packed away in some boxes that you’ve been too busy to unpack. 

You had grown up with Benny and Will, having been their neighbors since childhood. Your moms were friends and had always wanted the two of you to end up together. But he joined the army and left you behind. It had put a bit of a strain on your friendship for a bit. Until he came back. It was always as if no time had passed every time he came home. Eventually he introduced you to the guys and they all took a liking to you and became permanently invited to every holiday and gathering. A nice addition to their little family.

“He’s gonna be excited to see you. We haven’t told him.” Frankie smirks.

“He hates surprises.” You chuckle, scratching his scruff. “You need to shave.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Frankie bats your hand away. “And don’t worry. He’ll like this surprise.” 

Frankie leads you upstairs to show you the guest bedrooms. As you walk into one of the bedrooms, you hear Benny’s low booming voice outside and you peek out the window, down into the backyard. 

He’s wearing his signature backwards green baseball cap, an open blue flannel with a white tee underneath, and well fitting jeans. Your chest tightens at the sight of him just as it always has. He turns up the radio of his truck and starts singing to his brother playfully. Will tosses a lawn chair over to him, cracking up. You can’t help but smile. 

“Come on, coriño.” Frankie nods for you to follow him. 

He leaves the room but you watch Benny for another moment, smiling to yourself. Unfortunately, the nerves still flutter about in your stomach. You’d not seen the man in two years. He looked the same mostly, but a little buffer, like he’d spent more time in the gym. You suppose he had to for his MMA stuff. Santi had told you he was a massive talent in Florida, traveling around the state doing it. 

You turn to go back down outside and find Frankie in the kitchen grabbing more stuff to grill. 

“You’re sure he’s going to want to see me?” You ask, softly before opening the back door.

“Trust me, he’s gonna shit himself.” Frankie teases.

“That’s not always a good thing, you know.” You sigh, making the older man laugh before you open the door and head out.

“Hey Frankie tell your husband-” Benny starts but stops when he sees that it’s you coming outside instead of Frankie.

He stops dead in his tracks, his lips parted with confusion. He murmurs your name and you slowly walk down the back porch steps toward the group which has all of a sudden gotten real quiet. Santi and Will both grin like dummies. 

“You- you’re home?” Benny asks in disbelief.

I nod. “I’m home.” 

As if time starts back up, he rushes to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up, spinning you around. His nose is buried in your neck and you can’t help but smile as your arms wrap around his neck.

He sets you back down but his arms don’t leave your body. “God, look at you.” 

Your insides go warm as you glance around at the guys who all look like they’re about to combust from not teasing. “Me? Look at you. You got huge.” 

You squeeze his biceps in a teasing manner, looking up into piercing blue eyes that you used to be able to get lost in. God, you missed him so much. 

As if he can read your mind, he pulls you into another hug. He’s still your best friend. 

“Two fuckin’ years, darlin’.” Benny shakes his head.

“I know… I know. I’m home, though.” You cup his face, scratching at the growing scruff.

He leans into your touch, covering your hand with his own bigger hand, as if he’s afraid to let you go. 

“Jesus… this dress…” Benny smirks, pulling back so he can look you up and down.

You go warm in the face. “You like it?” 

“Love it.” He hums. “Always loved this color on ya.”

“I know.” You smirk up at him, running your hands down to his chest.

“Yeah yeah, okay you guys can mack faces later.” Will pulls you away into a hug.

Benny starts to protest as Will smirks. 

“It’s good to see you too, Will.” You laugh softly and then pull away.

Benny immediately pulls you back into his side. As if it’s exactly where you belong. 

“I had no idea you were coming either.” Will grabs a beer and pops it open.

“That’s because you’re terrible at secrets, hermano.” Santi laughs, wrapping an arm around Frankie’s waist.

It’s true. Will can’t keep a secret to save his life.  

Benny leads you away from the guys and pulls the tailgate down on his truck. Before you can jump up to sit, Benny’s hands find your waist and give you a lift, making your dress scrunch up a bit. He leans against the tailgate on his forearm. His elbow rubs against your thigh and you go warm in the face. You take a drink, hoping that if he points it out, you can blame it on the alcohol or at least the fire.

When you look at him, his gaze is on your bare thigh and you playfully slug him. 

“Hey. Eyes up here, Benjamin Miller.” You tease.

“Easier said than done.” He mutters and you laugh.

It takes no time to get back into the swing of how things have always been with the two of you. Flirty and friendly. 

“I’ve really missed you, you know.” He turns to lean on both elbows, facing toward you as he rests his drink on the tailgate. 

You smile and take his hat. “I know. I missed you too.” 

He tries to take the hat back but you pull it behind you so that when he reaches for it, you run your hands through his hair.

“Your hair is longer.” You notice.

He hums softly, closing his eyes as he leans into your touch. “Can’t decide if I should keep it or cut it.”

“I like it this way.” You murmur. 

He opens his eyes and you’re met with ocean eyes as he leans his hands on both sides of your body on the tailgate. Your thighs spread automatically as he makes himself comfy between them.

“Yeah?” He smirks.

“Yeah.” You grin, glancing down at his lips.

His own eyes make their way to your lips and you tilt your head, wondering if this would be the moment he finally kisses you. The warmth of the fire and the soft country music surrounds the two of you comfortably and you rest your forehead against his.

“Come home with me tonight…” He murmurs, nudging your nose with his own as his finger traces a lazy pattern on your thigh. 

“Yeah, okay.” You nod.

You nearly beg him to take you up to one of the guest rooms, but you figure that would be impolite to Frankie and Santi. 

All of a sudden, you’re snapped out of the moment with Benny as Frankie calls over to you guys. 

“Food’s ready!”

Benny sighs, clearly annoyed but smiles at you regardless and calls back over to Frankie as he takes the hat and puts it back on, backwards. “Okay, thanks!”

You smile up at him and start to hop off the tailgate but he stops you.

“Let me help ya, darlin’.” He smirks, his hands finding your waist to help you down.

“You don’t have to-” You go warm in the face again at the pet name and his hands on you.

The urge to grab him and pull him into the truck so you can have your way with each other is too strong right now. The guys be damned. 

“Can’t seem to keep my hands to myself…” He murmurs, his hand finding your lower back as he guides you over to where the guys are sitting down to eat. 

“I’m not complaining.” You murmur to him.

He grins to himself at the same time that you grin to yourself. You sit between Benny and Frankie as you all eat, Benny’s arm never leaving the back of your chair. 

They all end up asking you a million questions about Rio, your job there, and if you’re excited for your new job at the high school in town, teaching Spanish.

“If you ever need pointers, just ask me and Fish.” Santi teases.

You laugh and then start speaking in Spanish to each other. Benny’s eyes can’t seem to leave you, which is noticed by everyone. Even you. You lean into him like it’s just the most natural thing in the world. It truly feels like no time has passed at all. 

They start catching you up on their lives. Frankie and Santi are about to go on vacation to the Maldives. Will’s dating one of your soon to be coworkers. And Benny’s just been doing his MMA stuff. They tell you about Tom’s incident on a mission gone wrong and how the money they’d been able to get had gone to his family. You had heard from your mom that he had passed but she didn’t know much more than that. “I’m so sorry guys. Are the girls and Molly okay?” You ask, leaning closer into the crook of Benny’s arm.

“They’re doing better. It’s been what, a year?” Will asks Santi.

Santi nods and then the conversation starts to turn brighter when Will says he’s planning on asking his girlfriend to marry him. Everyone gets excited. As you lean forward to squeeze his hand, Benny’s arm slides down to your waist and his hand settles around your ass. You let out a small gasp that only he hears. 

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” He whispers in your ear as the other three start talking amongst themselves. 

You nod. “Yes please.” 

He grins and then stands up. You follow suit and everyone immediately starts smirking at the two of you. 

“I’m gonna make sure she gets home safe.” Benny says and you can see the hope in his eyes that the guys aren’t going to give you guys shit.

But unfortunately, that’s not their style.

“Oh sure.” Frankie smirks knowingly.

“Get her home… so safe.” Santi’s smirk matches his husband’s as he winks.

“Use a condom.” Will just grins and your eyes go wide and your face goes hot. 

“Oh Jesus Christ.” Benny says, starting to pull you away from the table. 

“Safe sex is no joking matter, Benjamin.” Santi teases. 

“Nah, I think we’re gonna go raw.” You roll your eyes. “Thanks for the concern though.” 

All three guys burst out laughing at the same time that Benny gives you a proud look, his cheeks pink from being flustered by your choice of words. You and Benny make your way to his truck as the guys all continue to tease you from across the yard. Benny slams the tailgate and then opens the passenger side door for you, flipping them off as he closes the door.

When he gets in, he rolls the windows up and looks at you for a moment, smiling. “Hi.”

“Hey there.” You hold your hand out for his and he looks down at it for a moment before intertwining his fingers with yours.

He brings your hand up to his lips. “Did I tell you how much I missed you?” 

You laugh softly as he pulls out of Santi and Frankie’s backyard and onto the street. “I think you did but I don’t mind hearing it again.” 

“I missed you so fuckin’ much, darlin’.” He squeezes your hand.

You push the center console up to turn the front seats into one and slide into the middle, next to Benny. 

“Better?” You ask as you buckle the middle seatbelt.

His hand falls to your thigh like it absolutely belongs there. “Much. Thank you.” 

When the two of you were in high school, and you were out with Will, you’d sit in the middle of the two of them in their truck. Benny’s arm would always be around you, resting on the back of the seat. It was truly no wonder everyone and their mother thought the two of you were together.

“Reminds me of old times.” You rest your head on his shoulder as you wrap your right hand around his bicep as he drives toward his place. 

He hums in agreement. “God, I had such a crush on you back then. I’m so dumb for not telling you sooner. Especially since I could’ve been touching you like this the whole time…” 

“Well… yeah… but I could’ve also said something.” You laugh.

“I mean… it felt like everyone knew the two of us… belonged to each other, in a way?” He glances at you with a wide grin that makes your chest tighten. 

You nod in agreement. “Since day one.” 

“Since day one.” He nods. “And until the last day.” 

Your breath catches in your throat. It’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to you. 

A country song plays on the radio and you’re pretty sure it’s Luke Bryan but you can’t be sure. Benny sings along to it, making your insides warm and you can’t seem to look away. 

“What song is this?”

“‘I Don’t Want This Night to End’ by Luke Bryan.” He tells you, smiling while removing his hand from your thigh and putting his arm around you on the back of the seat like he used to. 

“Appropriate.” You smile, settling into the crook of his arm comfortably and he continues to practically serenade you. 

When you finally get to Benny’s house, the same place he’s lived since he got home permanently, he puts the truck into park on the street in front of the house. He had taken you house hunting with him when he got home from his last tour, wanting your “female perspective”. At the time, you thought maybe he was taking you with him to pop the girlfriend question but it never happened and you tried to move past it.

“Sorry, I’ve been waiting almost 20 years for this.” He says and before you can ask what he means, his hand finds the back of your head and pulls you in to plant his lips against yours. He tastes a bit like beer but it’s not that big of a deal, you’re just happy to have his lips against yours finally. 

Butterflies move from your stomach, down south, and then all throughout your body. You unclick your seatbelt, he unclicks his, and you climb into his lap, straddling him. Neither of your lips break apart in the move. He groans against you as his hands travel down to your ass, squeezing perfectly so that you whimper into the kiss. 

“Couldn’t wait til we got inside… I’m sorry, babygirl…” He rasps as his lips travel to your neck. “Well… only kinda sorry.” 

You laugh breathlessly. “I was about to say… don’t be sorry… I couldn’t wait either.”

He peppers kisses all the way down to your collarbone as he talks. “Wanted to take you up to one of those nice guest rooms at Frankie and Santi’s…” 

“The thought crossed my mind.” You hum softly. 

“Yeah?” He hums as he continues to suck a mark into the crook of your neck and shoulder. 

“Yeah.” You moan, breathlessly, grinding against him so that your dress slides up around your waist a bit.

He groans softly, squeezing you roughly. “Good to know we still share a brain just like we always have.” 

It’s true. The two of you have always been so in tune with each other, you could never imagine having this with anyone else. 

“Is that brain of yours thinking what I’m thinking?” You ask, nodding toward his house.

“Hell yeah, darlin’.” He brings his lips to yours again but doesn’t make a move to get out. You tilt your head curiously, not sure what he’s thinking right this second.

“What is it?”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He looks up at you as if you hung the stars and moon yourself.

Heat courses through your veins for him and you lean your forehead against his. 

“I mean it, babygirl… you have always been it for me. This is what I’ve been waiting my whole life for.” He cups your face, looking into your eyes. Searching, to make you understand the seriousness of what he’s saying. “I love you. With my entire heart and soul, which belong to you. Always have, always will.”

A lump forms in your throat and you can’t help but crush your lips to his, a soft cry escaping against the kiss. 

“Oh darlin’, what-”

“Ugh. Sorry.” You wipe your eyes, trying to not wipe your mascara. “I’ve just… I’ve been waiting for this too… And I feel like we wasted so much time being apart…” 

He nods, understanding. “Well… we’re together now… right?” 

You grin, nodding, and he wipes a few more stray tears from the corners of your eyes and cheeks, still looking at you like you’re some sort of celestial being he would gladly get down on his hands and knees and worship. The way he’s always looked at you…

“What do you say… we go inside and I can try to make up for lost time?” He offers, his low voice going straight to your warmth.

“Yes please.” You give him a sweet smile and he kisses you again before you climb out of his lap and head up to the house, hand in hand, finally heading toward the future you’ve been waiting your whole life for.

[searchforahero]

Fluffy headcanon: Jason is all or nothing when it comes to physical affection

Tim and his relationship starts off with zero contact whatsoever outside of sparring in full gear and gloved fist bumbs, and honestly Tim is expecting this to just be a very conversation forwards relationship, with all their affection expressed through words and spending time together and he's fine with that! Tho more touch would be awfully nice, like at least some hand holding, ya'know?

One day as he's leaving he pulls Jason down for a tiny kiss on the cheek with a sort of apologetic "I know you don't really do touch but..."

The next day Jason is bodily picking Tim up and holding him captive in his lap and kissing the back of his neck and his cheeks and forehead and nose constantly!! Because he! Loves! His! Boyfriend!!!

Jason just needed the switch flipped for Tim to get mentally put in the "wants my affection" box before he could get cuddly :3

OH I LOVE THIS FOREVER THANK YOU <33

tim & jason both thinking the other doesn't want affection while actually craving it is so cute... <3 imagining tim intentionally brushing his hand against jason's when they're walking hoping he'll hold it and jason convinces himself it isn't on purpose.... theyre so awkward <333

and jason being like THE CUDDLIEST PERSON ever once he knows hes allowed is SO CUTE him just always wanting to be in tim's space, picking him up, hanging over his shoulder, etc. also he is so little spoon to me...

augh i love them both so much jason is so cute T-T

thank youuu <33333

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[kittenmoth]

I had to draw it. I don't make the rules.

[frogshipping]

I used @deathdetermineslife's selfship in pngs template for Spars and Stars (my main selfship, Viti×Goku). I think it turned out nice, even tho the image quality went to shit after saving. Also I purposely kept the full image in tact for some of the PNGs cause it just looked better imo (like the full kitchen in the dream furniture section, for example)

Click the image and zoom in to see details better. Here's a link to the og post where you can find the blank template

[racke7]

As I don't want to leave negativity on someone else's post, but saw something WILDLY out-of-character, when an actual in-character relationship is RIGHT FUCKING THERE.

Sakura and Shirou's kitchen-relationship:

Shirou: "I need to get there first and start breakfast, or-"

Sakura: *innocently smug* "Hello senpai, I got started without you"

Shirou internally: "Noooo, my kitchen-time is being stolen"

Shirou externally: "Ah. Well, if you've already started, how can I help?"

Sakura internally: "Yay! I won first-place, and I get to make senpai happy with my cooking now!"

Rin and Archer's kitchen-relationship:

Rin: "How dare you-!"

Archer: *smirking like a bastard* "Oh? Have I touched a nerve, Rin? Were you under the mistaken impression that your chocolate-chip cookies are in any way adequate beyond the bargain-bin at a kindergarten bake-sale?"

Rin: "... I will fucking END YOU"

Archer: *scoffs* "I should be so lucky"

[alwaysoc]

[leafy-m]

So I hit my 700th edit for the WHA wiki today, because I am a totally normal person

[ultravioart]

Hot take, but i see Zenyatta's and Ramattra's dynamic like Ahsoka's and Anakin's dynamic. Looking at their story, their interactions, the lore behind Null Sector and the lore with Zenyatta. Both are warrior monks, one takes the other under his wing, but the duo eventually finds the dogmatic approach of the temple restrictive and unhelpful for truly maintaining peace. One finds their own path to resolving conflict, individual and distinctly separate from the temple (Zenyatta, Ahsoka), the other proposes authoritarian control to maintain peace and order, rejecting the temple, and hurting those they wish to protect (Anakin, Ramattra). Ramattra is fighting due to fear and anger, scared of loosing those dear to him (Anakin vibes). Zenyatta is fighting due to a desire to help peoples find peace, and to find his purpose (Ahsoka vibes). With that said, I could be completely wrong, but Ram and Zen really do seem something like Ahsoka and Anakin's dynamic to me, like found family siblings, brother and sister, mentor and mentee, eventually breaking away from each other in a tragic loss, and that's why I cannot for the life of me ship Ram and Zen under that interpretation lol. They are brothers, both in the monastic and found family sense.

[satanfemme]

omg, out of this lamb chop's 5 squeakers, 2 of them don't work at all anymore (one in a hind hoof, and the one in her chest). oh you KNOW she got bit by a dog