#I MM MMM

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "delicate" ⎯୧ (kdh)

+*:🍰:*﹤smut, sub!leehan, choking, handjobs / wc: 1.6k / masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *

leehan has this way of loving you that makes you feel heavy, vulnerable, suffocated in the best way possible. with wide, watery eyes, he stares at you like you raise the sun and lower the moon, even now, when you have him pinned against the wall and your hand working his cock rapidly. 

his head is leaning back against the surface, but his glossy eyes are locked on you. you want to shy away from all that adoration, but it's useless – your eyes always fall back on leehan, leaking with every gross, lovesick emotion you could ever feel for another person because you're no better than him.

his hips are meeting you halfway, thrusting into your palm. his neck is flushed and decorated with bruises you sucked into it moments prior, and weak, raspy noises leave it continuously. you lean up to suck more kisses onto it, lick stripes along his adam's apple, and he groans at the feeling. 

you pull away to see the new marks already coloring, shiny with saliva, and you reach up to wipe the area clean. your hand falters on his cock, distracted, and it's like something else is controlling you when your fingers drag across his throat again, feeling at the bump protruding from it. you lightly press on it. 

leehan huffs out a deep breath, and you tear your eyes away from his throat to look back at his face. his eyebrows are furrowed in a silent plea, so you try it again, pressing your thumb against his throat a little harder. you're careful not to actually hurt him, and your breath catches at the way his eyelashes flutter. 

you position your hand so your palm is touching his adams apple, hand wrapped around his throat, and look at him again, check in on him. 

“is this okay?” you ask, voice quiet and gentle. his eyelids are lower now, quivering like he's struggling to keep them open. his nod is short, movements restricted by your hand. he swallows, and you're addicted to the way you can feel his throat constrict and release under your hold. his hands are resting on your hips, so you bring one up and wrap it around your wrist. he lets you guide him easily, body pliant where it's slumped against the wall. 

“will you tap me if you want me to stop?” you ask just loud enough so he can hear you, because you're afraid the air will crumble to pieces around you if you disturb it. he lets out a faint, breathless “okay,” a tiny vibration against your palm that makes your panties wetten.

your fingers squeeze around his throat lightly, just to test the waters, and leehan's eyes flutter shut again. you give him a second to regain himself, and when his eyes open up again, falling onto your own, you wrap your free hand back around his cock.

his breath catches at the feeling, and he lets out a shaky sigh as you start a slow pace. you speed up gradually, and when your pace is back to how it started, rapid and relentless, only stopping every so often to thumb along his tip, you tighten your grasp on his neck, feel the delicate structure in your hold. 

leehan's head knocks back against the wall, pretty eyes squeezing shut and grip on your wrist tightening. you pay close attention to see if he'll tap you, if he needs you to stop, but he doesn't. 

“look at me, hannie.” you whisper. you're not sure he heard you, but after a couple of seconds, his eyelids flutter open. they're lower now, from the force of his creased eyebrows, threatening to close again. it's surprising – leehan is usually the one advocating for eye contact, but he can barely keep his eyes open. it's powerful to strip away the one demand he always gives you, to flip the switch and give it to him instead. you loosen your hold on his throat and rub the head of his dick again, gentler this time, because he's trying to say something. 

“breathe, c-can’t–” he gasps out, hips rocking into your touch desperately. his voice is hoarse, words broken up as you continue stroking his cock, squeezing around it lightly, squeezing around his throat simultaneously, cutting off whatever else he had to say. 

precum is leaking from his tip, spreading along your hand and his shaft, making your strokes messy and smooth. you lean up to speak near his ear. 

“you're so tender like this, with your life in the palm of my hand. d’you like it, hannie?” leehan likes when your voice is soft but teasing, whispering dirty words where only he can hear, so that's what you do.

his response is just a pathetic string of choked-off noises, nails digging into your wrist. he's stunning, but you tell him he looks pathetic, watch as the words settle along his skin. his mouth is hanging open uselessly, drool running down his chin. you attach your lips to his, kissing him roughly, while he pants into your mouth, desperate for the little air he can get. 

he’s trembling, grip sporadic as it tightens and loosens around your wrist. you watch as his eyes roll back into his head. his cock is hot and heavy in your hand, and it twitches right before he's spurting cum all over your palm. you release his throat, using your now free hand to press his hips against the wall as you work him through it. his throat is scratchy, whines breathless as he weakly tries to push your hand away from his overstimulated cock. 

you kiss away stray tears that fell at some point and left streaks behind on his cheeks, rubbing his shoulders soothingly as he catches his breath. he's just as beautiful now, face pink and eyes sparkling with stars in them, and you bask in it, sure that your own eyes are shining with love as well.

✧･ﾟ: *

a/n : a leehan choking fic that literally no one asked for, if you sent an ask i'm working on it sweeties <33 pls lmk if u read this & see any typos

[ms0milk]

thinking about mithrun dunmeshi who could incapacitate most opponents in hand-to-hand (update: he’s a trained knife-fighter!) but chooses to use extremely fastidious teleportation magic without blinking at how easy it would be to accidentally blow himself or everyone involved, friend or foe, all the way up

(and finding something in all of his lackthereof, to smile about here which only ever happens one more time SPARE me SPEAR me anything love this guy forever)

[mercutio-the-velaryon]

Mel Medarda self-destructive crashout era in a High Fidelity AU

Buys a record store on a whim to rebel against her Ambessa

Was engaged to Jayce but self-sabotaged and now they haven't seen each other in a year (he skips town broken hearted)

Has an on and off relationship with a bouncer called Sevika

Has a fling with socialite Lest

Has a one night stand with her best friend and employee Elora and now things are weird

Has a three month rebound relationship with Sky Young, an engineer who runs the community garden near the record store and stumbles in one day, it ends badly

Finds out Jayce is back in town and engaged again, she finds out, crashes out, and spills her heart out to a stranger at a bar (Its Viktor, the new fiancee btw, he doesn't tell her)

Melvik's friendship develops (magnetism they can't help themselves)

Viktor grappling with guilt lying to both Mel and Jayce

Mel decides to apologise to Jayce so she asks around trying to find a way to contact him to no avail until she spots him randomly one night, passing by THEIR restaurant, the one they frequented, the one he proposed to her in and hes there with Viktor.

She crashes their date before thinking, then pieces it together as she stares at both of them.

Viktor like a deer caught in headlights says "Mel?"

Jayce, trying to maintain his cool responds, "You two know each other"

Mel bursts out laughing, its manic and offputting, and she walks out.

Viktor follows without a word to Jayce.

Outside, he yells after her (he's not running)

She approaches him, tears falling from her eyes despite her stern expression.

"You were the only real friend I had left" she says.

"Whose fault is that?" he smiles weakly.

Her heart is hammering in her chest, she scoffs almost humoured.

Jayce comes out.

Mel freaks and tries to leave.

Viktor calls her back.

and all I'll say is meljay reconciliation, melvik reconciliation and meljayvik happy ever after because I'm lazy

meljayvik owning the record store together awwwwww

the way I just started writing the fic lmao I'm sorry

[jesuistrestriste]

patrick looooves getting stepped on likeeee…just imagining tashi pushing him to the ground and putting her foot on his neck and dragging it down his body cuz he did so shitty in a match ���‍💫 tashi just digging her foot into his clothed dick and he hits her with “is that all you got?” with that shit eating grin.. GOD! patrick foot kink foreverrrr 🌟

ugh he’d be throbbing so hard in his shorts:/ looking up at her like she’s been carved out of the prettiest marble, like a statue of a goddess, while he holds her ankle and digs his fingers into her soft skin

like i can imagine him groaning out a breathy “tash” before he bucks his hips up gently— searching for any sort of friction he can get while he silently pleads with her (using the needy wobbly look on his face) to let him rut against her heel like the loserboy he is

[mod2amaryllis]

I've been cooking and food prepping so so so much making freezer meals and saving money and I've had it i want Panda Express soooooooo bad but there's food in the fridge i could cook easily there's food in the fridge but i want it and i want it so bad if i don't get bad orange chicken I'll die I'll really really die but i can't i shouldn't but i must

[isacksteban]

lance being a dork in some unknown womans video

[tapakah0]

[uhohitsdorian]

Couldn’t keep myself from doing one for Ashes too. Mm O’Reilly you could go to set me on fire and I’d probably already have melted from the heat of my gay

[Image: an ambigram that reads “Ashes” in one rotation and “Hades” in the other, with both displayed, one on top of the other. The letters have long descenders and sharp, tilted tips, evocative of flames. Both are coloured in brightly glowing gradients of fire, with “Ashes” in orange and red tones and “Hades” in cyans and blues. End ID.]

[miyku]

[cantaloupi]

I can’t wait to put all your townies in my game!! Your Eric Lewis makeover in particular is so well done—Do you have a default skin you use for your preview pictures? They look so good!

ty ty!! eric is sooo fine once you give him a lil touch up 🙂↕️ i use the pluto skin and redwood eyes, and i also use this skin detail and this skin detail in all of my previews to add more shadows and definition to their faces

[luverleaver]

SCRUMPTIOUS

[higgs-the-god]

[carlyraejepsans]

harpy hare where have you buried all your children..........

[busterbby]

— little acts of love.

fluff. gn!reader. hcs. ichiro, jiro.

note: i swear i love my boy sabu, and i love writing for him, trust. he’ll come soon enough!! (also if you can tell my bias, no you can't)

Ichiro . . . is always doing the most for you. the little things you wont realize at first

letting you have a bite of his food out on dates, having you taste test dinner to make sure it’s to your liking. he drapes a blanket over you too, each time he sees you’ve knocked out on the couch after a long day. he won’t disturb you, but when you wake up, you see that there’s already food for you on the table

(or draping you with his jacket.. omg)

he seems to have a ‘sixth sense.’ always making your favorite dinners on the days you just so happen to have it rough or doing the certain chores you absolutely despise

“it’s cold outside. make sure to wear a jacket.”

and he’d even button it up for you! helps you put on your jacket and zips it all the way up so that you’re all warm and cozy. sometimes he’d lend you his coat too, if your jacket ever wasn’t warm enough for you

(he brushes the hair out of your face too, and there’s just.. the loveliest smile. softest eyes. and his callused fingers are so delicate with you too, as if you’d break at the slightest wrong touch)

he gives you his gloves too so that your hands don’t freeze, and don’t worry about him! ichiro would grin; he’s got another pair he’ll use when doing his odd jobs. but you can see the frostbites and cracks that mark up him hands from all the previous days’ work

(he’s always working so hard, for you and his bros)

they’re so big on you — don’t fit perfect like a glove should. but they’re just so warm. and of course, they’re gloves after all, but it’s just so.. reminiscent of Ichiro. the exact same warmth when he gently holds your hands, the exact same butterflies in your chest. it’s that reassuring sort of warmth that eases your heart and lets you know that everything will be ok

ruffles your hair, a lot,,

it’s just a small habit he’s picked up after doing it to jiro and saburo for so long.

but every time he’ll ruffle your hair, because he’s just so proud of you, whether it’s because you did well on a test or you got that promotion or anything.

sure, he messes up your hair, and his hands are so heavy albeit in a good way. there’s just butterflies in your stomach and nice comforting warmth..

“good job babe! i knew you could do it!” he’d beam so confidently because ichi always did have the utmost faith in you, even if you didn’t

and when he shoots you that adoring smile.. badump.

it’s like another cupid’s shot right through the heart, another time you’ve fallen in love; you just want to continue making him proud right then and there (though you always do, no matter what)

honestly honestly, you see why Jiro and Saburo are always (not so) discreetly asking for head ruffles for even the tiniest job well done

he always will peel a small plate of fruit for you,,

whenever you’re busy studying or perhaps working on projects that never seem to end, Ichiro will always come on with a plate of your favorite fruits. he sets it down, gives you a warm, tiny smile and the sweetest “good luck” oozes from his lips. sweeter than the fruits

it’s the brotherly instinct in him, really. he loves looking after you and his bros; it’s nothing, really.

gahh he’s too cute

a plate of perfectly peeled oranges and pears, heart strawberries, and apple rabbits. they’re so juicy and ripe and perfect for snacking, sweeter because ichiro peeled them for you

(rabbit apples always did taste better than regular slices)

and the scent of citrus lingers from his fingertips, when Ichiro cups your cheeks and leans down to kiss you sweet. you can smell the oranges and clementines when he’s this close, taste them from his lips

and perhaps they’re sweetest right from ichiro himself..

Jiro . . . is thinking of you, always

telling his friends about how amazing you were or maybe playing the guitar, wondering if you’d like this melody he’d just made (though if he thinks of you too much, he’d strike a wrong chord. with the prettiest blush too and flustered heart..)

he’s always sending you crude memes he thinks you’d find funny or songs he listens to and thinks of you, almost immediately

not that jiro is trying to. his heart is just so big and full, and you’re always on the back of his instinctively. did you eat today, you’ve probably got the math homework all figured out by now ; he doesn’t realize just how sweet he can be

but when you see that text from your boyfriend and the little ‘reminds me of you’, well.. your heart can’t help but skip a beat. and you think you might have the greatest boyfriend, ever

also lots of little touches too

loves to rest his chin on your shoulder. arms lazily wrapped around your waist, lazy lopsided grin as he watches you scroll through your phone or mayhaps just watching tv

it’s lazy, it’s cute. Jiro is happy as long as he has you

just.. lazy cuddling. lots and lots of it, especially when the two of you have an at-home date or are just lounging in his room (his favorite way to cuddle maybe?)

and he’ll nestle himself into the crook of your neck, hum absentmindedly; his feathered hair grazes your skin, hot breaths tickle. just very.. intimate — a nice slow date

( imagine,, sometimes he’ll turn his cheek and give your neck a sweet little kiss. really soft, really light — it’s almost ticklish )

he’s a bit too touch-affectionate ; it’s his love language! whether it’s loosely holding hands or just having you close. it’s how he connects his heart to yours..

and he always makes it a habit to follow the sidewalk rule. to hold your hand and keep you close, away from traffic and sprinting across crossroads. he just cannot allow you to walk near the side of the road, ever. it’s too dangerous!

(note: irumi probably jokingly told him about it one day, teasing that she sure hopes jiro wasn’t making you walk on the same side of the road. oh poor jiro, she tuts shaking her head at a cutely, hopelessly lost jiro. hasn’t he heard? you’re not supposed to make the one you love walk on the same side as the cars!

unfortunately, he didn’t pick up on the sarcasm, and from then on, he’s never let you walk on that side of the road ever again. )

if you were, he gets on his nerves; shit, what if a car suddenly swerves and hits you? what if the dirty rainwater from the other day splashes all over you?? the thoughts make him jolt and get all antsy

and before you know it, he grabs your wrist and switches places with you. which is strange, when you eventually notice that he’s always trying to walk on the side of the road

but it’s so.. cute, when you first realize why. yes, it’s not real, and yes, saburo has probably made called him a dumbass, a idiot, all sorts of names in the book, for even believing in that shit, but he doesn’t care. because what if. It’s just so sweet.

it’s.. it’s the little things, ok? even if, hypothetically, a car were to swerve onto the sidewalk, the both of you would get hit. but it’s the thought, really. Jiro wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself for you

he always always always gives you an extra kiss or two, or five, before he drops you off after a date

standing at your door, he gets a bit of frozen feet and a thick gulp in his throat because he doesn’t want to leave just yet. his hands are still in yours, loose, but he can’t let go..

he’d lean over and give you a ‘goodbye’ kiss just before you open your door. and he’d give your hands one last tight squeeze, pulling back with those

buttt he goes back in for another one, and then one more too, because it’s just so addictive.

(I also like to think that he’d just love kisses)

“one more!!” he says, before grabbing your shoulders and giving you another sloppy, sweet kiss. but it’s been six ‘one more’s, and your lips are starting to go numb. he doesn’t want to go back home just yet

because that would mean the date would end, and jiro can’t leave you yet!!

(he will probably text you again back home though, as if he hadn’t already been with you for so long. But he can never get enough of you)

stands outside the door and makes sure you got into your house safe and sound before he leaves!! he’ll even wave at you when you peek through the window, with the warmest grin,,

honestly honestly, he’s just a very kind and sweet boyfriend!! with the biggest heart that he wears on his sleeve.

[cruel-hiraeth]

i’ve made a few batches of chia seed pudding and it’s sooooo fucking good