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[f-0verdose]

atsushi sakurai and imai hisashi, 1995.

[cherrysmooth-ie]

this pic of him makes me feel so many things at the same time...

[icyminghao]

crying this was so so cute

hello!! i was so happy to see your request open hehe i wanted to request a imagine with mingyu where he's waking up smiling cutely to his s/o while his s/o watches him (this video is on my mind 24/7 https://twitter.com/minwonhan_/status/1622209160296402944?t=Aexyy_Uu2QvHymvIdZgnCw&s=19andhaving) and then they have cutest fluffiest morning. cuddling in bed, preparing breakfast together etc thank you!!

mornings with mingyu

tags: tooth-rotting fluff, soft mingyu, they are Very in love word count: 652 notes: i hope you like this!! that clip is a blessing... thank you for linking it i watched it an embarrassing amount of times

"you're staring at me."

you startle at the sudden sound, the low rumbling of mingyu's voice, crinkling your eyes fondly at the way his eyes stay closed.

you had spent the night the day before at your boyfriend's place, and you almost forgot just how nice waking the slow process of waking up was when you were together.

you woke up first, opting to memorize the facial features you'd seen a thousand times before– he looked beautiful in the mornings. the sunlight filtering in through the window, though stinging your eyes a little, turned his tanned skin golden. a fair trade, you thought.

"no," despite yourself, you smiled at the way he slowly opened his eyes to look at you, squinting at the light. "i was looking at the wall."

he let out a tired little giggle, pulling you closer to bury his face into your neck, mumbling about how warm you are.

you were still tangled together, and when you pulled your face back from where it was buried in the crook of mingyu's neck to see his face better, he pulled you in by your waist and grumbled softly in his sleep. you were much closer, tempted to touch every mole on his face you can see but afraid to wake him up.

"good morning, baby," he says, voice lowered to a whisper as he looks up to make eye contact with you. his lips brush against your jawline, and you feel the way he smiles when you inevitably shiver.

"g'morning, my mingyu," you feel the sides of your mouth pulling up with a grin. "you have a mole on your cheek. s'cute."

you lean in to kiss it, the way you'd been wanting to all morning. his nose scrunches with a fond smile when you do. "mmh, is that what you were staring at all morning?"

"no," you scoff, mock-offended. "i was looking at the mole on your nose, too."

when you reach to kiss the mole on his nose, he holds your jaw and redirects the kiss so you peck him on the lips, instead. "as long as you kiss me, you can be creepy about my moles all you want."

you gape at his mischievous smile. "i'm not being creepy, i'm just observant!"

he kisses you again, mumbling against your lips that you're so cute, but it gets difficult when you both dissolve into a fit of giggles. you decide to just hold each other.

(his arms around you feeling like a promise.)

eventually, you wrap your arms around his bare waist, marveling at just how warm he is despite the fact that he only went to sleep in a pair of shorts. "we have to make breakfast, we said we'd made pancakes. remember?"

he hums an affirmative but squeezes you closer. "do we have to get up now? it's a saturday..."

you sit up (it takes an insane amount of strength– mingyu really is warm) and you hold his hands in yours, your heart warming at how he immediately squeezes, sitting up with you.

so you get up, brush your teeth alongside each other and smile when you make eye contact in the mirror, your heart turning over at the domesticity of it all. you could spend every morning like this, you think. for the rest of your life.

and when he's flipping the pancakes (technically, it was your job to flip the pancakes and his to make the batter, but you had gotten distracted because he had kissed you so sweetly, and the pancake was forgotten in your daze), you snake your arms around his waist and sigh contently.

"(y/n)?"

"mmh?"

"i love you."

you turned the words over in your head. how your love with mingyu almost felt tangible with how much of it there was– you didn't think you could ever feel like this with anyone.

"i love you, too."

[bunabi]

I will never ever in my life get tired of the villain and their fiercely loyal second-in-command having weirdly intense sexual tension

[hinamie]

bunch of portraits

[potato-lord-but-not]

MORE JOHNS AND ARTHURS 🤭🤭🤭

okayyy I actually really really love how all these turned out like!! everyone stop having such good John designs challenge IMPOSSIBLE. There for a split second I was questioning my reasoning for including Arthur cus he really is just some guy BUT i actually had a really fun time drawing em all!

Once again tagging bc I’m a menace-: @eva-birdman-art, @godwaltz, @mx-paisley, @toastydumpster, @izel-scribbles, and @samglyph !!

Also after gathering all the people I wanted to draw I found SO MANY MORE GOOD DESIGNS OUGH this fandom never ceases to impress me y’all are crazzzyyy

[sanemis-biggest-slut]

𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐬?? (𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝟏𝟎 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓🤭 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒)

[saetoshis]

FUUUCKKKKKKK

[autieofthevalley]

Yeah me too babes

Woke up looking like this, so don’t get under my skin?

More like. Woke up thinking of dick, dick deep inside of me.😔☹️

Me rn.

Y’all know whose dick I’m talking about. 😪

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Pervy Boyfriend!Kazutora Headcanons

♡ NSFW, fem reader, dry humping, panty stealing and sniffing, masturbation, oral->fem receiving, oral fixated!Tora, Tora has a vibrating tongue piercing, biting, neck kissing and licking, hickeys, overstimulation, hair pulling, cum eating ♡

note: Idk a lot, but I do know this man is a freak 😮‍💨

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🐯 You can tell when he's horny because he'll hug you from behind and press his bulge against your ass

🐯 Lives for neck kisses, run your fingers through his hair while you kiss his tattoo and he'll melt in your hands

🐯 Loves to kiss and lick your neck too, leaves hickeys and bite marks all over you

🐯 Once licked your neck for so long that it left a mark

🐯 Steals your panties when you aren't around, he'll go in the laundry basket and grab the ones you just took off while you're in the shower

🐯 Damn near cums in his pants when he sniffs them

🐯 Uses your stolen underwear to jerk off while he's at work, he'll send you pics of them stained with his cum

🐯 Comes home early just to eat you out, he'd stay between your legs all day if he could

🐯 He has a vibrating tongue piercing and he loves to press it against your clit, he just thinks you look so cute squirming underneath him

🐯 Grinds himself against the bed while he eats you out, he doesn't care if he's hard, his first priority is making you cream on his tongue

🐯 Ends up overstimulating you because he's greedy asf, if you aren't cumming at least five times from his tongue alone then he doesn't feel accomplished

🐯 Stops in the middle of eating you out just to tell you how good you taste

🐯 Moans when you lightly pull on his hair and will tell you to pull harder

🐯 Leaves sloppy kisses on your thighs and pussy

🐯 Eats you out after he fucks and creampies you, he loves the way your juices taste mixed with his cum

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katshimizuu @happy-trenchcoated-impala @kazubarbie @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies

[cosmosnout]

YAMABRO!!

[tragicsiblings]

[tawnfawn]

i just KNOW that simon riley is a messy kisser. this mf is grabbing you by the hips, waist, hands, thighs, neck, he does not care—hands rubbing up and down your curves like he doesn’t know where to touch first. it’s all teeth and tongue—he’s one impatient mf. he’s waited long enough to kiss you, he’s not gonna be light. and i know he doesn’t half ass that shit!!! this man is either kissing your forehead softly or making out with you like there’s no tomorrow. definitely the type to “accidentally” bump into you while you’re doing something and use it as an excuse to kiss you. he’s not a PDA person, but when you’re alone he’s always, and I mean always got a hand on you. one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh or holding your hand. he lets you have aux too, but he’ll complain about your “shit music” every time. EVERY TIME!!!

can you tell i’m in love with this man

[just-null]

are you oka- oh.

[hinamie]

I could've been a better man, but I'm not

more lmhs megu bc i love him. he is here fr ur lunch money :>

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[djarinova]

"Am I your lockscreen?"

jean kirstein x gn reader

content - modern au, fluff, jean calls reader pretty, jean gets embarrassed when you look at his phone words - 1k

"Do you seriously think you have better moves than me, Kirstein?"

Jean tilts his head, but keeps his eyes focused on the screen, not wanting to let your taunting get to him. 

The two of you had been engaged in a close battle of video games all afternoon, currently playing a 3 round game of tennis on the Wii to decide which one of you gets to choose the place you'll order food from for dinner. 

"Babe, just watch this serve and you'll be eating your words." He brings his arm back in preparation for his tennis serve. "Just like you'll be eating Chinese food for dinner!" 

Jean ends his sentence with a whoop, clearly already planning his victory as he prepares to undergo what he assumes will be his final few swings. 

The first swing is his serve, a nice and solid start in which he had you leaping to cover your end of the court. 

"You know if I win this set I win the entire match, right? It's match point, baby."

You scoff, trying your best to ignore him. 

His second swing has your heart beating frantically, and even though your eyes have been trained on his every move on screen, you still almost miss it—managing to save it by the skin of your teeth. 

"I love you baby, but there ain't no way I'm letting you win right now."

And he's right. His third swing is his most forceful yet, and you're pretty sure he almost let go off the Wii remote—thank god you told him to use the remote straps. 

You groan the second your Mii misses the tennis ball, but it's drowned out by Jean's incredibly loud, and giddy, cheering. 

"Wooooooo! Aw yeah, ah ye— did you see that, babe?—ah yeah, I'm a genius, I literally nailed that!—that was amazing." 

His cheering bleeds into something more along the lines of a song, and you can't help but laugh as you reach across the sofa to pick up Jean's phone, thinking that you may as well get the menu up and ready to browse while he finishes his gloating.

"Yeah yeah yeah, it's probably for the best anyway, you're such a sore loser—" 

Jean turns to look at you—ready to take all your teasing about how much of a bad loser he is, and how you let him win this game to save your poor ears from having to hear all his whining—when his eyes widen.

“Am I your lockscreen?” You ask, stunned.

ShitShitShit

Jean grimaces. 

Act dumb.

��What are you talking about? I… I don’t think I have a lockscreen at the moment.”

Not that dumb.

You smile, narrowing your eyes slightly in amusement as Jean’s mouth opens and closes. 

"And you're sure about that, huh?" 

"I think maybe Eren changed it the other day…" 

You stare at him, watching the cogs turning in his head. 

"I never change my lockscreen—I wouldn't even know how to—and if I did I'd only ever change it to something really good—not that you're not good—shit—I mean like, a good photo of the sky or a nice group shot or a pic of my dog—not that I think you're like my dog—you're really pretty—not that my dogs not pretty—it's a different type of pretty, you know? You wouldn't compare apples to oranges—no wait—that's not right…"

Jean looks to the ground as he trails off—not daring to meet your eyes. He could feel the tips of his ears burning. His face felt hot. His heart was racing wildly. 

God. That was a mess.

“Jean?”

He continues avoiding your eyes, willing the ground to open up and swallow him right where he stood.

“Jean?” You ask again, “Is this photo from my instagra—”

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” Jean says quickly. 

You look at him for a second—watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, and seeing how his hands are beginning to shake—and you take a step towards him. 

“Jean, would you please look at me?”

He doesn't.

“Baby, I’m serious,” you try not to smile at his stubbornness, “it's very, super, extremely important that you look at me right now.”

You step in front of your boyfriend, placing your hands on his cheeks and angling his head so he is forced to look at you.

“I’m not mad, Jean. I’m not upset or confused or embarrassed, or whatever it is that you think I'm feeling right now.” 

Jean furrows his eyebrows, but he doesn’t dare to interrupt. 

“I love it. A lot. And I can't believe I didn’t know—wait, is this what Eren was teasing you about the other day?”

Jean nods, and you're unable to stop the smile that lights up your face.

“Oh my god… you’re the sweetest guy ever.” 

You move your hands from his face, and instead settle your arms around his waist, pulling him ever so slightly closer to you.

“Why didn't you want me to know?”

“I don’t know… I think maybe I thought it was too soon…?” Jean says, his voice rising as he reaches the end of his sentence.

You shake your head.

“It’s not too soon, definitely not at all. I love it, okay?”

“Okay.” Jean smiles.

“Just promise me one thing—”

“Anything.”

“Next time you want a photo for your lockscreen, just ask me. I don’t want you to be forced to use the same photos that everybody gets to see. I want you to have something special.”

Jean feels his cheeks flare up with warmth at your words, but he nods his head.

Satisfied, you untangle your arms from around his waist and plop yourself down on the sofa, holding his phone out towards him.

Jean’s puzzled look causes you to let out a small giggle.

“Baby… You won, now come over here and order me some Chinese food.”

Jean grins, his cocky winner demeanour suddenly returning as he sits down next to you, flopping himself practically on top of you and slinking his arm around your shoulder.

“Give me that phone babe, it's time for the winner to choose the dinner.”