#His lipssssss

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Carl Carmer

Convicts 4 (1962) dir. Millard Kaufman

[noelssluttt]

I dream of those lips at night

[leojurand]

the tenderness of this moment kills me. zacco is volatile, sometimes cruel and possessive, but he genuinely loves nicholas

[ihave-atummyache]

his fuckin lipssssss

[gardenerian]

Imagine Ian confessing to Mickey that before they got together, he would sometimes think about how nice Mickey's lips are. (Noel just happens to have really nice, full lips.) And Mickey tries his hardest not to blush.

one of my favorite things to notice in fics, especially AUs where they are meeting for the first time, is the list of mickey's attributes we are always sure ian will clock:

✅ blue eyes

✅ eyebrows

✅ lipssssss

✅ thighs and/or ass

✅ knuckle tats

ian's always like yup this is all Very Good to me 😇 but gosh! also! to get back to your sweet thought (sorry i ramble), the idea of little ian just being like..... i would very much like to kiss those lips please.... and then just waiting for his chance 🥺 i love it. and i love mickey blushing on behalf of his younger self . the idea that ian found him beautiful even back then 🥺 help me!

[teddybeartoji]

iiiii think that toji would press a kiss to it, but then he'd get a bit too into it and kiss all over your tummy, nipping and sucking on it that he'd smudge the ink :(( and sukuna is an asshole and is gonna patronize you, asking if he should just write his name instead of drawing the line so that every time you look at the marking before u wash it off, you know EXACTLY who is gonna hit that deep <333

STOPPPPPPP TOJIIIII🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 HIS KISSES GET SOFTER AND SOFTER WITHOUT HIM EVEN REALIZING ITTT:(((( HE JUST WANTS TO FEEL YOU AGAINST HIS LIPSSSSSS

AND THEN KUNA....... HHHHHHHHHHHHH🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 he's sooooooo annoyingggg he's gonna fucking pinch your sides and laugh at youuuu omfg he loves to see you pout smmm (🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈)

[dykebeeduo]

when he and him because he is and when he and i just when he he um he um he ✨pretty✨

[baconnotbaekhyun]

WHY IS HE SO CUTEEEEEEEEEE 🥺🥺🤧🤧

[x,x]

[meezer]

OH MY GOOOD 🥺 not to be bisexual but can we kiss.

[toastjy]

HES SO PRETTTTTTTTTTYYYYY

[wayvwinwin]

181225 SBS Gayo Daejun | cleancotton

[kisskookisremaking]

SMOOCH

[shirade]

SOMEONE STOP HIM!!

[slightlymore]

Taeyong : eyes, scar, jawline, LIPS, MOLE ON HIS LIP, waist etc etc etc he's perfect

Doyoung : smile, shoulders, expressions onstage

Jaehyun : dimples ! His voice also kinda tastes like hot chocolate to me ? Idk how to explain haha Taeyong's voice also tastes like shortbread.......

Haechan : lipssssss, moles, eyes

YESSSS

[taxicabinmemphis]

“If I could, I’d hand you my beating heart on a platter.” Roman saying this to a different side after getting hurt/sacrificing himself to protect them (could be Janus but could also be someone else I'm not picky)

Roman had agreed to take Janus into the Imagination for an adventure. He took them to fight the Dragon Witch, a cruel beast with no mercy for even the purest of creatures.

And now they were here.

Both of them had taken up arms against the monster, fighting it off as best they could. However, things appeared to be getting hopeless. The Dragon Witch was wielding four swords, and the two could hardly keep up.

“Janus!” Roman shouted. “I have an idea.”

“What is it?”

“One of the Dragon Witch’s most common moves is to get really close to you and blow fire at you. If I used this to throw a sword at its eye...”

“It’d kill you.”

Roman shrugged. “It’ll kill us both if we don’t do anything.”

“Roman!” The Dragon Witch shouted. “I will kill everyone you love, and then you!”

The Dragon Witch approached Janus—who was standing at the top of a hill—ready to go in for the kill.

“You know what, Roman? I’ll do your plan.”

“No!” Roman objected, running to Janus, trying to get there before it was too late.

“What? You suggested it.”

“I suggested I do it!”

The Dragon Witch’s head was getting closer and closer to Janus, ready to spit fire at him.

Right before it blew the fire out of its mouth, Roman pushed Janus to the side and down the hill, standing in his place.

The fire engulfed his vision, Roman taking it as the right time to throw the sword and close his eyes. Once the deed had been done, he stumbled backwards to get as far from the fire as possible. He tripped and fell down the hill, hardly conscious when his body reached the bottom.

Janus regained himself as soon as he could, running back up the hill Roman pushed him down. He saw Roman falling down the hill—sword gone, feet unbalanced, and outfit aflame.

“Roman!”

He ran over to Roman, putting out the fire on his clothes. He shook his shoulders, trying to get him to show something that proved he was awake.

“J-Jan...Janus,” Roman coughed, consciousness unstable but there. His eyes weren’t opening, but he was awake. “Janus...”

“Hi, yes, it’s me, Janus,” Janus confirmed desperately, glancing frantically over Roman’s figure. Some of his hair had been scorched by the fire, his face was covered in ashes, his skin was red, and he was choking and coughing. He saw that there was a reddening spot on his prince outfit; the fire had burned through some skin it appeared and he was now bleeding. He didn’t say anything, though, not wanting to worry Roman.

“Jan-...us,” Roman choked out.

“You don’t need to talk, Roman. I’d love for you to waste your strength.”

“Did I get it? Is it dead?”

Janus looked behind them, and found the Dragon Witch’s corpse splayed out about twenty-five yards away.

“Yes.”

“Are you unharmed?”

“Am I...” Janus repeated with a scoff. “That’s definitely what you should be worried about right now.”

“Are you?”

Janus sighed, brushing hair out of Roman’s eyes. “Yes.”

Roman smiled dazedly. “That’s what matters.”

“No. No, it isn’t,” Janus disagreed firmly. “You shouldn’t have done that. You should have let me do it.”

“I did what was best. It was the original plan, anyway.”

“It wasn’t a plan, it was a suggestion I didn’t agree with.”

Roman took the hand that wasn’t in his hair. “Hmm...let me have this.”

Janus chuckled fondly despite the situation, shaking his head in mild disbelief. “The fire did a number on your sanity, didn’t it?” He intertwined his fingers with Roman’s. “I guess I don’t have a choice.”

Roman’s smile widened, and he nuzzled his head into the hand that was in his hair. Janus stared at Roman, falling more in love with him by the second.

Janus returned to sincerity, however. “But seriously, Roman. Never again. You shouldn’t sacrifice yourself like that. Especially for me.”

“But I wanted to,” he whined, his words slurring together.

Janus shook his head sternly. “I’m not worth it. I shouldn’t have even asked for you to take me on an adventure here in the first place.”

“It was fun,” Roman protested, drawing out the last word. “I like spending time with you.”

“And I loathe being around you.”

Roman whimpered.

“That was a lie, sweetheart,” Janus clarified apologetically. “I should stop with them when your mind isn’t working right, shouldn’t I?”

Roman nodded, squeezing Janus’ hand.

“Never do this again, you hear me?”

“No promises.”

“What?” Janus asked incredulously. “You have to promise!”

Roman shook his head no, opening his eyes slightly, before wincing and closing them out of pain. “I will always put your life before mine.”

“Well, stop. Don’t,” Janus huffed.

“No can do. Nothing bad can happen to you. You can’t be hurt, especially here.” He started to run his thumb across the back of Janus’ hand. “I care about you too much to let stuff like this happen to you.”

“I can take it.”

“But I couldn’t.”

Janus stopped. Did Roman really care about him that much?

“Either way, we shouldn’t do this again. I don’t want you hurt like this again,” Janus stated.

“But these things let me show you I care,” Roman protested.

Janus raised an eyebrow. Couldn’t Roman just tell him?

“You could tell me instead. We’re good friends now, we can use words to communicate instead of actions.”

“Noooooo, you don’t get it,” Roman objected, words continuing to slur. “No words can tell you how much I care. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to prevent your injury, no part of myself I wouldn’t sacrifice.”

“Roman-”

“If I could, I’d hand you my beating heart on a platter.” He said matter-of-factly. “Maybe that’d show you.” His last sentence was a mumble. His blood loss was really starting to affect him, it seemed.

Janus was silent for a couple minutes, holding Roman’s hand tighter than before and brushing his hand across the prince’s forehead.

“Oh, Roman, I don’t need that.”

Roman squinted up at him.

“I just need you to stick around long enough for me to love you.”

“Since when do you love me?” Roman asked, his words getting harder to make out. He would likely pass out soon.

Janus hummed. “I don’t quite remember. A long time, I’ll tell you that.” He started to get up; he’d have to carry the creative side out of the Imagination so he could get medical attention. “Let’s get you some help, my darling.”

“Nooooooooo,” Roman declined, tugging at Janus’ hands in an effort to pull him back. The blood loss was really getting to his speech.

Roman had no muscle strength, so Janus’ return to Roman’s arms was of pure choice.

“What is it?”

“Wannnkis.”

“What was that?

“Want kiss.”

Janus smiled in amusement. “You want a kiss?”

Roman nodded eagerly, eyes still closed, and puckered his lips.

Janus chuckled and kissed his forehead.

“Noooo, on the lipssssss.”

“Princes who get medical help get kisses.”

He started to get up as Roman groaned and whined, flailing his arms. Janus snorted. He put an arm under Roman’s shoulders to pick him up.

He started to lift him off the ground slowly, but as soon as Roman was six inches off the ground, he sighed. He moved his hand to Roman’s lips, brushing away the ash, and then placed his lips on his gently.

Roman sighed dreamily, and wrapped his arms around Janus.

It didn’t last long; Roman’s lungs were already in a terrible state. He pulled away from Roman, the creative side whining at the loss of contact and trying to chase his lips.

He picked up Roman bridal style and started to carry him out of the Imagination, Janus staring at his prince with unmistakable adoration and affection.

“More kiss.”

“When you’re better.”

“Nooowwwwwwww.”

“No, my love.”

~

Hope this is alright, it was really fun to write! Also it was written in the AMs so sorry? If you want a redo, just send it to my ask box!

[gotmetalkinginmysleep]

Oh god. Namjoon imagines😭 be still my beating heart. Imagine if. You could just make out like horny teenagers who dry hump on the couch for hours because you can. And because those lipssssss😭😭😭

Ahh! Those were the days. How I wish I can go back to that. MEMORIES!

- - - 

The summer holidays after a hard semester were always a great excuse to be with him. After months of being apart at different Universities and only having MSN for chatting a few times a week, time together was precious. With his parents at work and your shifts at the local convenience store, it meant you had some downtime to spend with him during his study breaks.

The sofa in the study is old, floral and been in the family since he was young. Going threadbare at the arms from what you assume would be movie nights and not your fingertips holding for dear life. Although the faint ripping of threads would suggest so.

Even with the window open and a gentle breeze floating into the room, the air between you is thick and heated. Warmer than the temperature outside. The sweat beading on your chest as you writhe in your jeans. Your feet pushing into the seat cushion searching for friction when you push up to his hips.

He tastes like the strawberry ice cream you bought from the store. Joon’s tongue explores your mouth occasionally as he continues to kiss your swollen lips. His eyes peeking at you every so often as he beams a smile at you. His forehead touching yours as his eyes roam your body, the sneaky glimpses of your chest through the gaps in your vest. Eyes returning to yours, before lips and eyes once more. He rolls his plump bottom lip between his teeth, enjoying the taste of you that remains before sinking into kisses once more.

You reach for the hem of your vest breaking the kiss momentarily and throwing it behind you. Joon kneels between your spread legs taking in your exposed skin for the first time. Although you’re still in your sports bra, he’s never felt closer to you than at this moment. Giggling slightly as you watch him worry his lip, you reach for his tee encouraging him to do the same which he does quickly, throwing his tee alongside yours. Skin dewy from the heat and he continues to lean back watching you wiggle to comfort underneath him.

Joon has been nothing but patient and understanding. Waiting on you to show him you’re ready for the next steps. Which is why you trust him completely, and although you’re not ready for anything more yet you’re ready to offer him a little more intimacy.

You sit to meet him tracing your fingers over his exposed skin tickling the sensitive areas while you explore him for the first time. He seems nervous to touch your skin, worried he may break you but does so anyway placing a hand gently on the small of your back to pull you against him. You gasp at how nice it feels, how comforting, warm and intimate it is to be against one another.

He reaches for your chin angling it towards his lips, more tender than the previous onslaught. Joon’s plump lips pressing so lightly that it’s like he’s testing you, waiting for you to pull away… but you don’t. You sink into it. Leaning backwards hoping he’ll follow. 

His body lies tight to yours on the sofa. Skin against skin. Lips on lips. Joon’s hands gently caressing every inch of your body, leaving goosebumps in his wake and you arching into him. 

His firm need still in the confines of his jeans as he rests it against your clothed ache, grinding tastefully against each other as denim rubs against denim.