i wanna be a couch

when I say I wanna have sex I don’t mean I wanna get fucked and cum I mean I wanna makeout with someone for half an hour on my couch with grabby hands all over my body and our teeth clashing because we get so into it that we can’t stop kissing, I mean slow desperate, needy grinding on each other before we take it to the bed, bumping our heads, giggling as we take our clothes off, trying to adjust and get into the right position, I mean having someone on top of me and looking up at them to see that blissful little grin on their face before they scrunch it up a lil and moan because it feels sooooo good and I mean making each other cum so good we end up all out of breath, a sweaty, happy mess, fingers still intertwined, my legs still around their waist, making out again, that’s what I want and it would be kinda cool if I could have it now

can we get some more soft gay movies? like i want to see two teenage girls giving each other a quick goodnight kiss after their first date. i want to see two boys walking down the hallway holding hands. i want to see a man dropping off his husband at work. i wanna see two women snuggling on the couch and talking about their day. we get enough angst in the real world. give me happy gay movies

when I say I wanna have sex I don’t mean I wanna get fucked and cum I mean I wanna makeout with someone for half an hour on my couch with grabby hands all over my body and our teeth clashing because we get so into it that we can’t stop kissing, I mean slow desperate, needy grinding on each other before we take it to the bed, bumping our heads, giggling as we take our clothes off, trying to adjust and get into the right position, I mean having someone on top of me and looking up at them to see that blissful little grin on their face before they scrunch it up a lil and moan because it feels sooooo good and I mean making each other cum so good we end up all out of breath, a sweaty, happy mess, fingers still intertwined, my legs still around their waist, making out again, that’s what I want and it would be kinda cool if I could have it now - @hermuis

Ideal guy

Saeran in the streets,
Jumin in the sheets,
Seven on the couch at three in the morning while we watch horror movies and share a huge tub of ice cream.

Imagine Barry getting you junk food and candy when you’re on your period…

You groan as you roll over on the couch. “I wanna die.” You mumble to Barry who’s sitting on the rug.

“I can help with that.” And suddenly he’s gone only to reappear after a moment on the couch beside you with a bag stock full of your favorite chips, candies, and sodas. “This help?”

“Barry!” You sit up to hug him. “You’re the best!”

Give me domestic Gravebone. I wanna see Graves hugging Credence from behind while he’s getting ready in the bathroom. I wanna see Graves sipping from a cup of coffee and adoringly watching Credence while he tries to pick out an outfit to wear. I wanna see Graves exaggeratively flopping onto the couch after a long day of work, and Credence putting Grave’s head in his lap so he can play with his hair and talk to him about his day. I wanna see couch cuddles, movie nights, romantic dinners, and hot showers together. Give me domestic Gravebone, or give me death!

Truth or dare

Request:   4 Klaus Mikaelson

This took a turn. Almost smut i guess. 

Originally posted by celestialviolets


I was at the Mikaelsons like any other day. I always came after school to hang out with the original vampires. I loved staying with them they always made me feel safe. Also i loved looking at the bad boy. Klaus was like a better work of art than he had ever made.

“What do you wanna do… i’m bored” i said from the couch. I was laying on the couch in Klaus’s room while he was on the bed. We were just on our phones not really talking. Klaus is the hottest originals by far. He just had a bad boy attitude and it just made me even more attracted to him.

“Well… let play a game then” He said.

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( @atrashylifeforme I don’t really do teamiplier but damn that prompt for poly!teamiplier is too cute so I’m doing a bonus at the end)

Tyler x Reader:
- You guys are hanging out or something and you apply chapstick and Tyler’s staring at you
- “What?”
- He get’s all shy, “Sometimes I wanna make out with you. Is that a friend thing to do?”
- And then you turn like 8 shades of pink

(Poly Teamiplier Bonus)
- Y’all are probably too close for a group of Just Friends™
- Constantly cuddling and hugging
- Lots of forehead kisses
- Chilling on the couch Mark’s just like “Sometimes I wanna make out with all of you…is that a friend thing to do?”
- Ethan’s like “same tbh”
- Tyler being a Good Innocent Nerd Boi blushes
- *cough* Amy and Kathryn being like “we’ve already been making out”
- You just kinda nod like “Yeah i guess that’s normal.”

why aren’t book clubs a thing anymore /at least where i live……. like…. i wanna discuss i wanna analyse i have thoughts and opinions! want to sit on a couch or on the floor drink watery coffee and talk about certain books and argue and be listened to!!!!

Social Media - Thomas Brodie-Sangster

I got back to my flat, exhausted. I held onto the huge grocery bags with all the food and toiletries. I sighed as I struggled to unlock the door. I accidentally dropped my keys and took a deep breath to calm myself down. I put my head on the door, frustrated. Then the door opened.

“Hi.” I smiled, relieved, jerking my head to the side to move my hair. Thomas was looking down at his phone, his eyebrows furrowed. “What?” I asked. He glanced up at me and walked away. “No, I don’t need help with the groceries or to get my keys from the floor, but thanks for the offer.” I told myself under my breath. I put the keys on the kitchen counter and grabbed my keys off the floor. I shut the door and sat on the couch. “You wanna watch a movie?” I asked. No answer. He stood with his back against the wall, still staring at his phone. “Or a TV show?” I asked, still nothing. “Or we can go out…” I suggested.

“Mm.” He responded. I huffed. I grabbed my phone and entered my passcode, but it didn’t seem to unlock. I did it again. And again, but to no avail. That’s when I realised that it wasn’t my phone.

“Oh no.” I muttered. I looked at Thomas and the phone he held in his hands. “Oh no.” I repeated. “I am such an idiot.” I put my hand on my forehead. No response from Thomas. “Tommy?” I called sweetly. “Love?” I called again after he didn’t reply. “Thomas.” I called, a bit more sternly. His phone buzzed in my hand. I looked at the notification. “In the meantime, I’ll just look at Y/N’s tumblr account on her ph…one.” I read out loud. He looked up at me as he grinned. My smile had faded. Our eyes locked. I quickly jumped off the couch and ran towards him and he ran away. I tried to get my phone back as quickly as possible.

“So did you actually feel the feels?!” He yelled at me playfully. That only motivated me to run faster.

I had never exercised in my life before this moment, nor am I a good runner, but I swear, if we were in the maze runner, I’d run faster than Dylan O’Brien at that very moment. I had never felt my feet move so quickly.

“Give me back my phone!” I yelled.

“Did you and Newt have fun when you were helping him in the medhut?!” He asked. Kill me now, I thought.

I stopped running and picked up his phone, trying every possible four-number combination that could mean anything of significance to him. When I got in, I opened his twitter.

Hey guys! Look at me using my twitter for the first time in forever! I tweeted using his account, adding a gif of Anna and Kristoff singing that stupid song. My phone buzzed and he looked at it. 

“Oh my god.” He muttered.

Did I ever tell you guys that I love you more than I love singing in the shower at two in the morning? I tweeted. Followed by: I’m giving you information so that you can write fanfiction on me, Dylan and Ki Hong. I added, smiling smugly at him. He shook his head. He walked towards me, still keeping my phone out of reach.

Damn my height.

Thomas leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“250.” 

Fantastic.

As you can imagine, I began to sob and start to cry, earning a surprised face from Thomas. Completely forgetting about me trying to get my phone back, he cradled me, apologising. I took my phone out of his grasp and stopped crying with a flip of a switch. He looked at me confused.

“I’m a fangirl, love. Get used to it.” I smiled, walking to the bedroom and closing the door behind me.

THIS

when I say I wanna have sex I don’t mean I wanna get fucked and cum I mean I wanna makeout with someone for half an hour on my couch with grabby hands all over my body and our teeth clashing because we get so into it that we can’t stop kissing, I mean slow desperate, needy grinding on each other before we take it to the bed, bumping our heads, giggling as we take our clothes off, trying to adjust and get into the right position, I mean having someone on top of me and looking up at them to see that blissful little grin on their face before they scrunch it up a lil and moan because it feels sooooo good and I mean making each other cum so good we end up all out of breath, a sweaty, happy mess, fingers still intertwined, my legs still around their waist, making out again, that’s what I want and it would be kinda cool if I could have it now