#boyfriends 🫶

[iheartjameshetfield]

there is absolutely no heterosexual explanation to whatever this is

[osamusbigtits]

I think ushiten meow at each other. like it started with tendou just randomly meowing at ushijima and then ushijima started meowing back.

[buckevantommy]

"...he said he hated my 'broody little pout'." Among other things.

"Okay, first of all: your airquotes are adorable."

Buck rolls his eyes but it doesn't dispel the happy glow in his chest whenever Tommy uses that word to describe him.

"And second of all: I hate that he's targeting you. And for one of my favorite things about you fills me with a murderous rage--"

"Well, I might've already killed him, so." And he's conflicted as hell about that.

"Evan." Tommy moves to loop his arms around Buck's waist, drawing him close. "I love your pout. In all its many forms."

Smoothing his hands up Tommy's strong arms, Buck considers this. "How many forms?"

Without missing a beat, Tommy says, "At least fourteen."

Buck peers up at him from under his lashes, letting his lips purse.

"Ah, number eleven. Curiosity masking as annoyed, with a smidge of horny."

Buck blinks. "How did you-"

Tommy kisses the rest of his question away with a soft smooch.

"What number is broody?"

"Five. Actually, there's 5a and 5b. 5a is jealous broody, 5b is--"

He thought Tommy was joking, but.. "Wait, you really noticed all that stuff?"

"Of course." Said like it's the easiest thing in the world.

It's Buck's turn to kiss him about it.

[potato-lord-but-not]

ourthur ourthur ourthur ourthur

Also the first 4 doodles where inspired by this fic teehee <333

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

but i crumble completely when you cry . .

katsuki comforts you

katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things

he hates people who walk slow, he hates people who chew loudly or people who talk loud in places they know damn well they shouldn’t.

he hates when people walk on the back of his shoe and he hates idiots like kaminari who talk during movies.

but most of all, katsuki bakugou hates seeing you cry.

it sparks something in him, something red, hot and so angry when he finds you in your dorm. tears running down your cheeks that show no sign of stopping. he hates it even more when you make eye contact and you curl into yourself even more from where you’re sitting on the floor.

katsuki immediately decides this is the thing he hates the most.

he’s on you in seconds, kneeling in front of you, searching around to get a peek of your face hidden in your knees. he places his hands on top of yours where they’re wrapped around your legs and his chest tightens when you flinch a little.

“ who was it ? who did this to you ?” he can’t recognize his own voice, his words come out so fast he barely registers what he’s saying.

you try to speak but nothing but more broken sobs and shaky breaths come out as you desperately try to catch your breath and katsuki realizes that you talking isn’t a priority right now.

his eyebrows are furrowed and he almost looks angry but he’s so, so worried. if anything, he’s angry at himself for being so helpless, for not being able to help you in a time where you clearly need it.

he grabs your shoulder softly and the weight his chest lightens slightly when you lean a little closer to him, before letting him pull you tightly into his arms

“breathe for me.” he utters softly, voice gruff and gravelly. he never actually talks this softly unless he’s around you, the difference is so stark it surprises him a little bit but he’s got more important things to think about. praise spills from him occasionally, muttering a “you got it. i got you” into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

katsuki’s never really had to comfort anyone, he’s never felt the need to, but you’re not just anyone. your different, you’re his. his love his everything and he’ll be damned if he didn’t try his hardest for you.

you’ve calmed down a little bit, he noticed. you’re breathings calmed down a little and your sobs have been reduced to snivels. the tightness in his lungs is still there, but it’s less now.

“what’s goin’ on with you, hm ?” you’re grip tightens on his arm and you shove your head deeper into his chest. he moves his head away from your shoulder so he can place two small kisses on the top of your head

“talk to me, baby. needa know what’s up with you.” he pleads into the crown of your head. you sigh before speaking up.

“ i don’t know what’s up with me i just- it’s nothing bad i’m—” you’re desperately searching for the right words to use so what you’re about to say makes sense. “i just don’t—feel like myself today. i don’t know why, i just feel really bad today.” you let out a humorless chuckle and your voice dies out when you finish “m’sorry if i worried you” you sniffle.

he shushes you, his grip on you tightens when he hears you whimper “don’t..don’t fuckin’ apologize to me, got no reason to.” he spits. he sounds angry, and he is, why should you ever feel the need to apologize for feeling some type of way around him ?

“s’okay for you to feel that way..i do too, sometimes, you know ?” he knows you do. he knows you do because there are times where he comes to your room in tears, shaking and panicked. completely and utterly lost from the nightmares that had plagued him minutes before but knowing he had to come see you. you were there for him every time, gently soothing him and assuring him that he’d be okay. he owed it to you to do the same for you.

“s’okay to feel like shit sometimes, happens to the best of us.” he whispers “ but you can always come to me when you do, can deal with it together. an’ don’t go thinkin’ yer ‘bothering’ me either.” he says, parroting what you had just told him. “we’re together for a reason, dummy.” he’s soft spoken and his voice is so mellow despite his harsh little nickname for you, you could’ve missed it if he wasn’t sitting so close to you, it makes you a little dizzy and a little weaker in you’re already mushy knees.

he grabs your shoulders gently to get your eyes on him. they’re still a little glossy but they’re a little less dull when he looks at you “ we’re in this together, always have been, always will be, got it ? “ he asserts, waiting for your response. and then you smile at him, it’s faint but it’s there and katsuki feels like he can breathe again. he smiles back softly at you when you respond with a soft “okay.”

you suddenly grab onto him and pull him into you tightly, locking him in a tight embrace and squeezing like you’re pressing a lemon. it throws him off for a second before he’s squeezing you just as hard, pressing your body against his.

“thank you, katsuki. you’re the best” you hum. he presses a long lingering kiss to your temple as response, before squeezing around your waist “ course i am.” he gloats. the smirk on his lips grows when you snort in response “what’re you laughing about, hah? don’t think so? don’t think i’m the best ?” he jests, using this as an opportunity to tickle you mercilessly. you kick and squirm but it’s no use, katsuki doesn’t stop until you’re a heaving , giggling mess. tears in your eyes as you plead and beg for him to stop but he doesn’t let up even when you’re laying on the ground with him on top of you.

“ i ain’t hearing what i wanna hear, you know what i want from you, baby.” he chuckles at the way you desperately gasp for breath, choking on your own spit in the process.

“y-you’re the ! the best, ‘suki ! the b-bestest of the best !” you gasp out, pushing blindly at his face to get him away from you and he finally let’s you go. “felt nice enough to let you off with a warning, won’t end well for ya if you try me again.” is what he says, playfully warning you and waving his finger around in your face. you’re completely out of breath, there are tears in your eyes again but they’re happy tears this time and you still can’t stop smiling and giggling as you try to bite at his finger and katsuki is more than happy with this.

because katsuki’s favorite thing is your smile.

[elesketchii]

papas freezeria gone yaoi mode

[nereevio]

When the artblock hits, draw memes. :)

Ryan puts up with him 🩷

[louisferrignojr]

buck getting home after a rough shift and thank god tommy isn’t working — except for whatever he's tinkering with in the garage, and he’s keeping an eye on the lasagne in the oven which buck made the day before, left it in the fridge under a post it note with instructions for how to bake it, and tommy rolled his eyes but followed them to the letter anyway, making sure dinner’s ready by the time buck gets home. the smell fills his nostrils as soon as buck crosses the threshold and something in his chest crumbles.

he finds tommy in the kitchen, oven mitts over his hands as he puts the dish back in the oven, says something about it needing a few more minutes, but by the time he straightens up, buck is wrapping himself around him, a hand on tommy’s neck, pulling him close and kissing him with a ferocity and tommy knows, he knows what it means, he knows what his boyfriend needs, and buck is so fucking grateful that he doesn't need to verbalise it.

buck kisses him and drags him to the bedroom, fingers making quick work on the buttons of tommy's shirt before he's pushing them off his shoulders. “don’t tease me,” he says, “not tonight— i want it—”

“i know, baby,” tommy cuts him off, grabs buck’s wrists in his hands and puts them on his chest, pressing his palms hard enough so that buck can feel his heart beating beneath his ribcage. “let me.”

tommy strips out of his clothes before turning his attention to buck, quickly yet gently removing every article of clothing until they’re naked, skin on skin, and he lays on top of buck, lets his weight press him into the mattress, kisses him soft and slow, until buck cups his face between his hands and swallows the lump in his throat and whispers, “please.”

and tommy nods and quickly gets to working him open, swallows the noises that fall from his lips, hears it in the pitch of buck’s moans when he’s ready for him before he settles between his legs and slowly pushes in, and when he bottoms out he leans forward, tucks his arms under buck’s shoulders, and buck wraps his legs around tommy’s hips, tries to push him in even deeper, impossible as it may be.

“need a minute,” he says, voice hoarse.

“me too,” tommy replies with a soft kiss to buck’s chin.

he laughs, a desperate, breathless sound. “fuck, tommy,” he closes his eyes, drops his head on the pillow. “you can move now.”

and tommy fucks him so good, gives it to him exactly how he needs it, slow and deep and hard, keeps his eyes locked with buck’s, dips his head and kisses him and sucks on his tongue and his lips, nudges with his nose at buck’s chin until he tilts his head back to give him access to his throat. he can’t get a hand on himself but the glide of their bodies is enough, he’s getting closer and closer.

“tommy.” his voice is bordering on a sob. “tommy. tommy.

“evan, i’ve got you,” tommy brings a hand up to his face, makes him meet his gaze. “you can let go, baby,”

it hits him all at once, and he’s coming and coming and coming, full-body shudders, tears falling from his eyes. he feels it then, when tommy picks up the rhythm, driving into him even harder before he explodes inside him, filling him up, and he’s kissing him again and again and again, breathless and messy and perfect.

“i love you,” buck whispers the words with his mouth pressed to tommy’s temples, and tommy lifts his head and smiles at him and says it back and buck exhales a breath of relief.

“do you feel better?”

buck nods.

“you wanna go eat now?”

“in a minute. please.” buck reaches up to kiss him softly. “just... stay.”

tommy sighs, and his lips curl into a little smile. “you know i’d stay here forever if you wanted me to.”

“you’re so cheesy,” buck says, and tommy’s grin widens.

“you know it, baby.”

[sociallyrepressed]

@/McLaren on Tik Tok

IM GOING FUCKING INSANE

-Lando just saying “Oscar” randomly and Oscar going “yeah? how’s this going for you”. guys this is tossing rings onto cactus please where is your decorum

-“you’ve got this Oscar” & other supportive boyfriend quotes I see you

-Oscar misses all the rings in the first round then going to slam a ring onto the cactus and still missing 💀 uncoordinated allegations will never be beaten

-the smiling softly at each other when Lando finally gets one on the cactus and Oscar’s little “mm there we go”

-we actually saw so much Oscar personality in this video I’m afraid I don’t know what to do with all of it

-“see this one?” and stares at Lando’s face while missing the cactus. behold, the rituals of a high school basketball player trying to impress his girl

-the way they both stand there and giggle at each other

-“Oscar absolutely dominated the McLaren game”

-“actually I don’t think this is the first time he’s used the word dominate to describe Oscar’s skill

-both of them at some point in the video using the rings as floaties

-their gentle ribbing throughout the whole video

[artistlara]

Redrawn whiteboard doodles

[osamusbigtits]

atsumu gently messaging kiyoomi's wrist after kiyoomi had to take a lot of notes. atsumu's always careful not to make it any more painful. he lets kiyoomi talk his stress away, rant about professors and assignments. kiyoomi's apologetic that they're spending they're time like this, but atsumu doesn't mind as long as he's with kiyoomi.

[potato-lord-but-not]

With John’s monster form being how he “rests” I think the boyfriends should cuddle up for bedtime n then John goes into his monster form or whatever he does and lays over all them like a blanket. Blanket boyfriend.

SO TRUEEEE

[paddysbarbie]

believe it or not , they’re besties and this is their love language

[slutforpringles]

Daniel Ricciardo and Hunter Lawrence for Enchante x Alpine Stars at Supercross de Paris 2024

[smileforjen]

Just dudes being dudes

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Also hate how the last post had such bad quality :((

[ghostbeam]

Unsettling boyfriend category