Pov: Your Instagram But You're Dating Aaron Hotchner

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Steve: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Natasha: I sleep with a knife.

Y/n: Both of you are pathetic.

Steve: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Y/n: Bucky.

Them 🫶🏽

Shipppppppps

Does anyone else just know ships meant to be when the two are two oppsite colors. Reblog with more oppsite color ships.

hahahahahahahahahahaha

Emily: I identify as a threat. My pronouns are try/me.

This is sooooo good 🫶🏽🫠

Could you please do gentle kisses with bucky? I was listening to "like real people do" by hoizer, thinking about a bucky fic and my heart melted

I love this so much and I want you to know I listened purely to Hozier while I wrote this and had to physically stop myself from making this a whole spicy one shot ooops But I hope you love it <3

Warnings: It gets a lil spicy kinda at the end but it's all fluff and love and a makeout sesh so yeah <3

It was his favorite part when he saw you - when your lips would dance with his. 

Bucky had been seeing you for only a few months, but you were like home to him. Scratch that - you were home. All of your terrible jokes. Your rants about the books you read or the musicians you listened to. When you got all dolled up just for him. When you went anywhere together and you just had to hold his hand - not that he was complaining. Your laughter. The way you treated him like a real person, not a tool or some broken man. The look you got in your eyes when you looked at him compared to everyone else. 

Everything about you was home. 

But when your lips touched his, he felt invincible. Like nothing in the world could touch him. No missions. No memories of Hydra. Nothing but you completely enveloping him in the love he never thought he deserved. 

He loved all of the different ways your lips would move in tandem with his - the urgent and needy, the quick pecks on your way out the door, the teasing ways you nip at his lips. His favorite though, was the slow and passionate. 

You would gently grip the hair at the base of his neck, tilting his head to the perfect angle for your tongue to tangle with his. The slow way you'd lightly drag your teeth across his top lip, pulling a moan from his throat. And when he'd nip your lip back, it would pull a smile out of you but you'd refuse to stop. The only way he could describe it was like a dance. A dance that only the two of you knew how to perform. 

God he loved every bit of it, it was like his own personal drug and he was addicted. 

Your lips were always so soft and warm and they always tasted a little bit like raspberries - thanks to your chapstick. No matter how long you sat and kissed him like that, he knew could never get enough. 

And don't even get him started on when he'd move his hands from your back to your thighs, pulling you on top of him and squeezing the muscle there. The little groan you always let out was music to his ears. 

You would only ever pull back when you absolutely couldn't breathe anymore and even then it was only for a moment. A split second where you slide you thumbs along the line of his jaw or across his swollen bottom lip. It was when he got to see that look in your eyes. The one that told him you were going to shower him in affection and love for the rest of the night without interruption. He would get to swim in everything that was you. 

He would think of little noises that he knew would flood the room once there was nothing between the two of you. When he got to drag his lips across every inch of your skin, worshiping you the way you deserved. When your legs would wrap around his hips to pull him closer because you just couldn't get enough of him. 

Then you'd go right back to it, giving his lips their dance partner once again. You'd go back to making him melt at your touch. Making him dizzy in the head with only thoughts of you. Bringing him to his knees for you. 

He'd let you kiss him like that for the rest of his life if he could. He would stay here, in your living room, on your couch, with you in his lap forever if the world let him. 

Come join me for a drabble weekend!

because shut the actual fuck up. THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HIM. just the whole domesticity of this scene. first time at kagamis apartment, the entire team inside eating after their win, and just the two of them ALONE ON THE FUCKING BALCONY telling each other how much they care for one another

plus kagamis FUCKING BLUSHHHH

😂😂😂😂😂😂

Peter: You like the Mandalorian?

Y/N: Yeah, I think they’re easier to peel than oranges.

Chemistry ;)

Kuroo: Do you wanna hear a chemistry joke?

Y/N:

Kuroo: ...Is that...a no?

Y/N: I'm sorry. Were you expecting...a reaction?

Kuroo,*wiping a tear from his eye*: I love you.

HAIKYUU REACTS TO THIRST TWEETS

Characters: Sugawara Koushi, Daich Sawamura, Kuroo Tetsuro, Kenma Kozume, Bokuto Kotaro, Akaashi Keiji, Oikawa Tooru, Hajime Iwaizumi, Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Warnings: cringey thirst tweets :)

1. Sugawara Koushi

Sugawara: I could also procrastinate and never do you? Good tweet tho *winks*

2. Daichi Sawamura

Daichi: *awkwardly laughs* well these tweets went from 0 to horny real quick. To answer, no.

3. Kuroo Tetsuro

Kuroo: well as a person who loves science experiments how could I say no- *camera cuts*

4. Kenma Kozume

Kenma: *stares at the tweet and then at the camera* why are we here again? Who told you that I lose?

5. Bokuto Kotaro

6. Akaashi Keiji

Bokuto: *looks down and holds his right boob and visibly confused* why would you want to show your face into this?

Akaashi: *deadpan* I would rather die than do that. Also, I don't have a wife.

7. Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa: kinky. Lucky for you I like to hit *winks*

8. Iwaizumi Hajime

*camera cuts*

Iwaizumi: *flexes his biceps* I get that a lot from oikawa- *camera cuts*

9. Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima: *looks at the camera with no expression* get some help.

🥹🥹🫠🫠

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