#[ oh god ]

[darthdaddi]

Guys 😩

[aloneinthedark-eagle]

Bread fight in the ocean 💦 🚢💦

[starmocha]

His nose. His jawline. His lips. 🫦

[mrspresley69]

fuck... to be in a car with this man. imagine him driving you around, one hand wheel, the other on you.

paying for the ride in other ways.

[ipledgeallegiancetomymom]

GHOST SIMON RILEY FUCK YEA 🦅

How can someone be so hot omfg. Like i'm not even joking anymore. It's not just a Ghost thing. I'll be in my knees for ANY man who wears a mask honestly. "What if they're ugly underneath it?" I DON'T CARE BABE, EVEN BETTER I LOVE UGLY MEN 😍😍 UGLY MEN ARE SO HOT GODDDDD. I want him soooo badddd, but not in a balls deep sense yall i want him in my kitchen cookin, in my couch watching tv or some shit, he was built for domestic life, he's such a cutie patootie. Yea I know he's a soldier and traumatised and shit but how can you say he's not a cutie patootie when you got Soap's and his conversations??????? Like that man craves for bad jokes to tell. He's THE Cutie patootie behavior hoe.

[acommonanomaly]

Been eating up Dragon Age Veilguard spoilers about my boy Lucanis and I just fffffffffu ajflasdjfl adslfjalsfdjlakl1!!

[waterymoss]

[i-bet-you-wish-i]

Inspired by @secretdazedragon lovely "vampires are cats' posts and this iconic gif

[theeroticlover]

Oh babe !!! I can't wait anymore....

[cottoncandywhispers]

The Tortured Poets Department, April 19 🤍

[frootloopsl]

domestic radiostatic bc i refuse to accept canon fr

[books-and-omens]

inspector constable, I would like to report a murder

the way Crowley keeps tilting his head up during the confession

the way he tilts it up even more just before putting on his glasses

he is crying by then, and he doesn’t want the tears to roll down

[ppeanutz]

I had to.

[iiwaijime]

HONEYMOON PHASE — A. MIYA

cws; swearing, gn?reader but it gives fem to me even tho theres not descriptions of reader or gendered pet names, married life, tooth rotting fluff, yeah.

wc; 605

"'s it too late," atsumu's voice is muffled and his words slurred as he speaks, face buried in your shoulder.

"mm?" you respond sleepily, not really listening to him. strong tan arms are wrapped around your middle, and you absentmindedly curl your fingers into his untoned bleached hair. he purrs at the feeling, pulling you closer to him so he can press his mouth to your neck, grinning lazily. you make a slight noise of protest as you feel his teeth against your neck, and then he bites you, really bites you, to make you shut up.

"mmh, leave the jackals, y'know? fuck 'em, i could become a hermit or a monk or somethin'."

a drowsy, surprised giggle bubbles out of you, and his smile widens in response. he likes making you laugh.

"tsumu," you say, and he realises with glee that you still have your rough, lower-than-usual, sexy morning voice. "tsumu, monks can't get married, i think. and they have to be bald."

he groans, but you're not sure which one it's in response to. switching tactics, you half-heartedly try to push him off you.

"lemme stay here," he whines. "i love you, i wanna—"

"tsumu, no," you chide him, and he quiets down like a kicked puppy. raising his head, he pulls your left hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the spot just above your wedding ring before he gets up with a sleepy yawn.

"five years into our marriage and you still don't let me sleep in," he says with a pout.

you ignore him, pausing mid-movement to admire his sculpted figure and the way his body moves as he transfers his wedding ring from his finger to the chain around his neck. when he notices you looking, a bright, boyish grin lights up his face. "can't risk losing it," he tells you, still smiling. you can't help but mirror his expression with your own giddy, lovestruck smile.

you're fixing up breakfast in the kitchen when he comes in, although he's still not dressed to leave yet. you turn to him, smiling when he nuzzles his face into yours. "baby, can i drive you t'work?"

you shake your head, hands coming up to cup his face. "you're already running late, love."

he rolls his eyes in response, angling his head to kiss your palm. "baby, best friend, love of my fuckin' life. is it such a crime to want to spend more time with you?"

"we have all the time in the world, tsumu," you say. "eat quick and go."

"not leaving the house without you," he says sulkily. "they can practice without their favourite setter for a bit."

"favourite? that's debatable," you tease, sitting down next to him with your own breakfast. atsumu kisses your knuckles again with a sly grin, ignoring your dig at him. "but i'm your favourite setter."

"you're my favourite everything," you say, and then you laugh as the red spreads across his cheeks and his nose and the tips of his ears. your breakfasts remain untouched as he leans in to kiss all over your face in a bid to distract you.

"are you flirting with me, y/n l/n?" he asks.

"maybe," you reply, still laughing.

he shuts you up with a kiss. "what if we skip work today?"

"and do what, exactly?"

"laze around, y'know. i just want to stay with you, spend some time together."

"hmm." you pretend to think, but your mind is already made up. "i dunno..."

he kisses your palm, and then your wrist. "please?"

you've never been able to resist those stupid puppy eyes, anyways.

I HATE THIS ITS SO HAPPY. kmsing. drop a like, rb and or comment if u liked this 🤔🤔 husband atsumu u could fix me

[emotionaldisaster909]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

OFFICIAL BABY HONG HONG-ER DESIGN?????

AND SOLDIER HONG HONG-ER!!! MY CHILD!!!!!

LOOK AT HIM!!!!!

sourse - градоначальник хуа

[shiftythrifting]

I dont even want to know...