#blushing while editing these...

[yyprompts]

#18 🌙❤️🤍

seductive? minors dni

"A-ha...why do your eyes keep trailing down to my body?" / "You're not dumb, take a guess."

"The weather is just right, the timing is just right...I think I'd be an idiot to refuse your offer."

"It's hard not to get tense around you, stop acting like you didn't already notice."

"I wanna trace every vein on your body tonight..."

"Now's a time as good as ever, right, baby?"

"What a shame, looks like you're going to have to stay the night at my place."

"If you tease me one more time, I will tackle you." / "But teasing you is the fun part."

"It's happening again. You're making me hot out of nowhere, and not even trying to."

"You might be a playboy, but that doesn't mean I can't have fun messing you up too."

"You're too good to me, let me repay the favor once, will you?"

[mischievous-thunder]

Wow Wade! So smooth!

[kxsagi]

hellooo!! can i request rin itoshi oneshot. and like somebody wants him to sponsor calvin klein brief! ofc at first he doesn't want to do it but he had no other choice. and the reader (his gf) is the one who's gonna take pictures of him (who else). and if you're not uncomfortable with it add a scene where the reader stare at the bulge and he caught the reader staring. thank you, i love the way you write rin it's so *chef kiss*

“𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤)”

a/n: woah this request was spicy (also thank you so much!!!)

but rin itoshi in calvin kleins YESSS GAWDDD KANESHIRO PLSSSSSSS

(you were literally caught in 4K here… get it? lmao i’m so funny kxsagi pls stop)

(don't know art credits :((()

you’ve done this job a million times. professional photographer, high-end campaigns, editorial spreads, you’ve seen it all. bodies sculpted like statues, faces that belong in museums, models who strut in nothing but leather jackets and confidence. 

but none of that prepared you for your boyfriend, rin itoshi, stepping onto your set in only a pair of black calvin klein briefs. 

no shirt. no socks. no shame. 

just six feet of toned, impossibly built soccer star muscles and the most unreadable expression you’ve ever seen because he doesn't want to be here.  

he doesn't look nervous. doesn’t look flustered. just folds his arms across his chest as if he should be the one judging you. 

“ready?” he asks, voice flat, eyes already trained on the lens. 

you nod dumbly, forgetting to actually pick up your camera. 

“yeah,” you croak, though your brain is currently out of order. you watch the stark lighting catch along the lines of his abs, the dip of his hip bones, the taut stretch of the waistband hugging him so low on the hips it should be a crime. 

you've shot shirtless athletes before. but this? this is a whole war on your professionalism. 

rin shifts slightly, hands dropping to his sides. the briefs do not shift with modesty. they shift with intent. 

your eyes drop instinctively. and then freeze. 

oh. 

oh, that’s what we’re working with. 

your brain goes quiet. so does the set. 

you forget what aperture is. or how to breathe. 

“you’re staring,” rin says, flat as ever. 

you jolt like you’ve been caught stealing state secrets. 

“i-i’m not– i mean, yes, but, professionally.” 

he blinks. slowly. “… professionally staring at my dick?” 

“no! i mean– yes?! but not like that– okay, just– can you stop being built like a greek god for five seconds so i can do my job?!” 

he tilts his head. “not my fault you can’t focus.” 

his tone is calm, but you swear there’s something flickering in his eyes. amusement? smugness? danger? 

you finally lift the camera, trying not to scream into it. 

click. 

click. 

rin doesn’t pose dramatically, he doesn’t need to. his entire existence is a pose. strong arms at his sides, legs slightly apart, torso angled just enough to flex muscle and highlight the v-line carved by genetics and probably a billion crunches. 

and damn it all, he’s still looking directly at you, like he can hear your every sinful thought echoing between your ears. 

click. 

you get a few decent shots in. enough to prove you’re trying to be normal. 

but then rin stretches his arms behind his head, muscles tightening, abs rippling, briefs dipping just slightly lower with the motion… 

and your finger slips off the shutter. 

you just stop. cold. 

camera mid-air. jaw somewhere on the studio floor. 

“…” 

you blink at the screen. 

“you okay?” rin asks. 

you open your mouth. 

no sound comes out. 

you try again. 

“… you’re huge,” you blurt, before your brain throws the emergency brake. 

oh my gosh, you did not just say that. 

rin doesn’t even blink. 

“… so you’ve noticed.” 

you want to dropkick yourself into the sun. 

“i meant, like– your presence. very… commanding. intimidating. tall!” you laugh nervously, sweating bullets. “definitely not referring to the… uh… yeah. okay.” 

he steps toward you slowly, one bare foot after the other, like a lion who knows the prey isn’t getting away. 

you don’t move. can’t move. 

he stops right in front of you, close enough to smell like clean skin and cedarwood, close enough that the only thing between you and disaster is a camera you suddenly forgot how to use. 

“camera,” he says calmly, nodding toward it. “you gonna use it, or keep drooling?” 

you fumble it upright with trembling hands. “right. yes. using. working. definitely not drooling.” 

he hums low in his throat and steps back again, turning toward the light, letting the shadows frame his sharp jaw and collarbone like a sculpture. 

you finally take a picture that isn’t blurry. 

barely. 

halfway through the shoot, someone offers him a leather jacket as a prop. he shrugs it on, still shirtless, still in briefs, and you swear calvin klein’s stock price just shot up 20%. 

“we’ve got it,” you mumble after a while, cheeks sore from holding in expressions you can’t show on a professional set. “we’re good.” 

rin doesn’t move right away. he just looks at you, again. quiet, calculating. 

“you’re not used to being flustered on set,” he says. 

you freeze. “… excuse me?” 

“you’re good at your job. confident. clear direction.” he shrugs. “but you couldn’t even hold your camera straight today.” 

you want to melt into the floor. 

“i… look, to be fair, you showed up in underwear and ruined my life.” 

he does smirk then. just a tiny twitch of the lips. 

“so next time,” he says, turning as a staff member brings him a robe, “i’ll show up in jeans. wouldn’t want to distract you.” 

“next time?” you blink. 

he pauses. glances at you over his shoulder. “if there is one.” 

and with that, he disappears behind the curtain. 

you stand there, camera in your hand, heart in your throat, and morals in absolute shambles. 

rin itoshi might be a menace. 

but oh my, you hope there is a next time. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[souvenir116]

Reporter asking to the room if anyone has more questions but they don't wait for the answer 😭:

they have places to be 👀

[lifemod17]

Nobody ask me the color of anything

Hozier performing 'I Put A Spell On You' with Annie Lennox

57th Grammy Awards || 02/08/2015

[clegfly]

YAYAYAYAYA THEYRE DONE!!!

Happy belated birthday to my awsesome mutual @idksomethingclever99 … hope you had an awesome day!!!!

[joseigamer]

Patalliro! is fascinating to me because of stuff like this. It's unapologetically gay - even within its anime which aired during primetime hours in 1982 - in a way that many later BL manga would never be, like the ones from the early 2000s which would never dare to call their characters actual homosexuals. Patalliro has actually aged quite well in this regard, there's something comforting about how campy it is.

[amelikos]

Dot being happy that she found new material to use for her Gurumin vid while Liko listens to her talk about it..

Something about Liko being able to fully appreciate the Gurumin side of Dot and be a fan without separating these two aspects of her, and Dot feeling comfortable enough to talk about her passion for creating.

[starlitshoals]

what if i was big and lifted you. huh

[bunnieswithknives]

what would david look like untraumatized? like, if the car accident never happened

ooooh I had to think about this one, the car accident shaped his life a lot, and it deeply effected the way he presented himself. Cannon David held onto his childhood a lot because it was the last time he remembered feeling happy, even if a lot of that was just idolization, as a result he tended to dress and present himself in the same ways his mom would dress him, haircut, similar styled clothes, ect.

Without the accident he's able to get to know his parents as he grows up and move past that idolization. He goes through phases, learns to be a reasonable adult, ect. He's still got issues, bipolar and maybe some narcissism, but he's miles better adjusted, and can actually hold friends start conversations.

[ilikeyoubetterthisway]

Ryuumo in the Kyoto arc~

[dameronswife]

see this is what I mean with that hypothesis, (Spider-Man: Black Suit & Blood #4)

[revolution-cheri]

Call me Lover, my dark blade. When the rain moves over your skin, imagine me closer still than every drop that slides across you. Imagine every pull of wet cloth as my palm and every shiver is drawn from my lips on your neck. Call me Lover the next time it rains.

Dark blade. I like that.

I can repay you for your pretty words, dear. One must support the arts if one wants a beautiful future, don't you think? Admittedly, usually my bedmates don't pay as handsomely as you when it comes to the cost of seducing me. But you've got a generous tongue, it seems.

The tips of their fingers ghost over the back of your wrist. Her accent curls around your moniker.

Lover.

[massgrav]

You have exactly three seconds to put me down, boy

——

Warden Jowan + Uldred survives AU = formerly soft weak boi becomes strong enough to pick up his old tall ghoul bf

[dailycharwhit]

charwhit headcanon!!!

whit steals/snatches charles’ goggles and wears it because he felt like it :3

YES this is absolutely adorable 🥺!! Whit would be snatching them left and right whenever Charles takes them off;; although at first he's annoyed at the dissapearance of them but when he sees Whit wearing them... oh boy now he's just flustered

[grubus]

I just wanted to say how much I absolutely adore SYONR.

I have autism and it's been a major hyperfixation of mine for ages, it actually means so much to me. I find myself unable to sleep on a Sunday night sometimes due to gow excited I am for a new chapter! The fic means so much to me, and I've literally reread it so many times at this point, I've lost track 😭

Thank you for writing <3

ahhh this makes me so happy to hear <3

I am only sorry that this week's chapter will likely be late due to health issues, but!!! It always makes me so happy to see that people enjoy the story so much.

Thank you so much for reading <3