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[star-quill]

Ok but Peter is totally the kind of guy to get a tattoo of your name on his peck after like 3 months of making your relationship official

GODDDDD

you should hate it, it's so tacky but when he walks around the house shirtless and you see the tattoo, you can't help but blush. he wears it proudly on his chest, a hand around your shoulder while he's at a pool/barbecue party next door. he shows it, and you, off, making sure everyone knows what he has that everyone else doesn't.

it's when you're in bed together too, making out and you kiss the tattoo. he just holds your head and keeps his gaze on you. then he pulls you up for another kiss, his hand pulling your leg over his lap and pushing you into him, grinding you against his dick, feeling it straining against his underwear.

and then you kiss the tattoo again before speaking to him.

"think i might get my own.. one of your name.. but somewhere else.."

and then it's a promise, you go out the next day and get it done, at the top of your thigh. you come back and show him and he's going crazy, his eyes darkening as he pushes you down onto the couch and returns the favour, kissing around the tattoo and keeping his gaze on you. as much as you were his, he was yours.

[wow-ouran]

yeah

[higgs-the-god]

Oh I am VERY tempted to make Higgs a mermaid

[almostdefinitelydying]

so that’s what you’re calling your dick these days Joseph 

[1-800-moatinyghase]

The official MTV snapchat

[sorrowful--owl]

Freddy is bae tbh

[whirlybirbs]

❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞ w Merlin maybe? Bc I imagine he’s just a big nerd for that kinda junk and would get super excited and try to be lowkey about it.

He left the invitation on the counter, on top of the mail pile, specifically so you’d see it.

And when you do, you bound into the bedroom where he’s posed at his desk (doing more paperwork, because what else does Merlin even do anymore?) and he totally pretends you startle him from his work.

“Did you see this?” 

He quirks a brow, pretending to be clueless as you wave the invitation in your hand. “Wha’s tha’?”

“Apparently the agency is doing a masquerade theme for the annual Halloween Ball and we got an invitation,” you chirp, face bright with excitement. You lean against his desk, and a hand drifts to rub his shoulder as your eyes read the golden pamphlet, “It has our names on it. We should go. It would be so fun.”

Mission success.

“Tha’ sounds fun,” his tone gets the better of him, though, and you clue into his excitement, “S’like Phantom of the Opera.”

“Niiiight time shaaarpens,” you rumble in a fake opera voice, “Heightens each sensation!”

“I think we should go,” Merlin chimes, trying not to seem too excitable, “I mean, they clearly sent us th’ invitation an’ it’d be a shame if –”

“You’re exciiiiiiiiited.”

His ears get hot and he struggles to hide the smile on his face as you shake his shoulders and wrap your arms around his neck. Peppering kisses against his jaw, Merlin can’t help the warm feeling that spreads in his chest as you speak. 

“We’ll go and we’ll get masks and the whole nine yards,” you grin, “Because if you’re happy, then I’m happy, yea?”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Ham-bone.”

[rattiie-z]