How bout some movie night cuddles? Either Bakugou or Kirishima not like horror?? 😎😎
B) enjoy sweet anon B)
hc that Baku doesn’t do horror movies very well but is a die hard action buff like he’d be all over Michael bay films like if it has explosions in it he’s sold
Kiri on the other hand pretty much likes any genre and is quite flexible movie wise but enjoys horror because Baku gets extra cuddly B) Kiri u sly dog u
Also! Still taking cute/angst requests so don’t be shy :D
“They Want The Swede”, AKA the time Boston offered Washington the 37th and 5th overall picks for the 4th overall pick, and the Caps pretended to consider it but were actually already making a wedding registry for Backstrom and Ovechkin.
[George McPhee: (after being offered the picks) Okay, so, who do you want?
Jeff Gorton: The Swede.
George McPhee: Let me ask, let me run it by these guys. (walks back to the Capitals table, sits down.) They want the Swede. (waits) They want the Swede. (turns to Ross Mahoney) So, what do you want to do? (winks) (inaudible discussion) Huh? Yeah, I know. I’m just trying to make it look like we’re doing something here. Yeah. (more inaudible discussion) Did I tell you that you look marvelous?]
this imagine is brought to you by my thirst for mark strong’s hands.
merlin x agent!reader ; let me help you.
You and Eggsy had been assigned to a local mission for the night. There was a gala being held in the theater district of London tonight, and the head of the Russian crime syndicate you’d been tracking for weeks would be there. It was exciting that this mission was finally coming to a head, even if the amount of danger you two would be in for three hours was immense.
Your outfit was different from the usual suit - tonight you’d be wearing a long, blue gown with a high slit up the right thigh. The low cut decolletage exposed… a lot of cleavage. However, the honeypot technique was going to be in full swing - it was your job to distract the mob head while Eggsy gathered intel.
A knock on the door of the changing room startles you. Blinking, you hear Merlin’s low voice speak quickly. “It’s me.”
Clutching the unzipped gown to your chest, you open the door and your better half slips in. You’re thankful that the Kingsman Tailor Shop’s changing rooms were spacious, fitting both you and Merlin comfortably.
Jealousy, somehow, stirs in his chest when he sees you. You look stunning - your hair was swept up off your neck in intricate plaits, drawing his eyes straight to the curve’s of your throat and collarbone and –
“Tha’s a low cut dress, innit?”
You laugh, staring at Merlin through the mirror as he looms behind you. A warm hand of his finds your waist while the other skims your shoulder. He drops a kiss to the skin there, peeking up at you.
“You just wanted to come in here and steal me away for a bit, didn’t you?” you ask, eyes soft with good humor. His mouth skims a bit higher, biting a gentle kiss into the skin on the side of your neck. You bite back a soft moan as goosebumps raise across your arms. Leaning back into his chest, you snatch one of his hands as it makes a beeline under the slit of your dress. “Careful, Hamish, don’t start something you can’t finish.”
He really does wish he could keep going - however you’re due to meet Eggsy in fifteen minutes. The use of his real name stirs a deep rumble of a laugh out his before he plants one more chaste kiss against your cheek. “I suppose you’re right. I came in t’ help with your zipper. Let me help you.”
Watching him through the mirror, you feel has hands skim up your spine for a moment. His touch leaves a hot, burning trail that makes you squirm a bit. He takes his time zipping up your gown, eyes wandering over the expanse of your back and shoulders as he does so. His breath is hot against your ear, and his voice is low and rough.
“I plan on ripping tha’ dress off of y’ later,” his gaze is heavy with lust, “So y’ better make it back in one piece.”