Jumin X Mc @juminhanxmc-blog1 - Tumblr Blog

hajime-isayama-official

HERE I COME I AM CINNAMON

zero-despair-deactivated2019072

Friend: Stop saying Jumin Han is your husband, he’s not real. i think you might have a problem

Me:

sketchyy-pencil-blog

The way you draw Jumin is SO GOOD MORE PLEASE

I need to give cat daddy Jumin more love u.u <3

This was supposed to be a painting but I didn’t like how it was looking so far, so I got lazy and didn’t finish it :’)

juminhanxmc-blog1

Daddy juju

sallteas

Mr. Han ain’t fuckin around, paparazzi.

hastyvirtue

Jumin Helps With School Stress

I feel like this is a little off character??? I dunno, I like it anyway:)))) Enjoy! ———————————————— School was your nemesis, and if it were alive, you’d be its nemesis. You were on your 3rd year of college and tonight you were struggling to not throw your laptop out the window while writing this god forsaken essay. You would of just given up if you weren’t deathly afraid of getting a horrible grade, so more writing for you! Sitting up in the bed you shared with your boyfriend, who was currently still at work, you tried to think of a good topic sentence for your last paragraph.You typed slowly, your fingers grazing over each key, as you tried to think of words. Any words. It was already 2 am, and fatigue had been looming over your head like a moth drawn to a flame. You groaned and pressed random letters on the keyboard out of frustration and quickly deleted the mess of letters left in your wake. The door to your room opened and walked in your boyfriend, Jumin Han. He looked exhausted, a full day at the office will do that. You momentarily look up at him, not wanting to lose the focus you worked so hard to keep. “Hey.” You mumbled, erasing the sentence you wrote with a groan following. “Hello, Princess,” He said taking off how tie and placing it on the dresser near the door. He makes his way to the side of the bed you’re on, puts a finger under your chin and makes you look at him in the eyes. “What are you writing?” He asks and brushes a lock of hair out of your face. “An essay on um..” You turn your attention back to the screen quickly,“Stockholm Syndrome. I’ve been working on it all day. It’s such a complex thing and it’s exhausting to explain in detail.” You look at him again. He’s just staring at you. “You still look absolutely gorgeous when you’re tired.” He whispers and kisses your lips again, pushing you back slightly. You two part and he plants another kiss on your forehead. You turn back to the laptop and resume writing as Jumin takes a pile of clothes to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Jumin emerges from the bathroom wearing…sweatpants? And a t-shirt? The ‘commoner’ ones you got him last month… You look at him, amazed. Normally, he’d wear some expensive ‘designer’ pajama set that he swore would make him sleep better. “What’s with the get-up?” You giggle, “Getting tired of being so fancy?” He glances at you with a smirk before tossing his dirty clothes into the laundry basket. “I was just thinking about how you said they’re comfortable, and I decided to give them a chance.” He said throwing a small smile in your direction. “And I must admit,” he said as he climbed on the bed, “They are exceptionally comfortable.“ You hum in agreement. His weight shifts from next to you to behind you and his fingers softly glide up and down your back, sending shivers down your spine. He moved closer to you, his chest flat against your back and his legs wrap around your hips. You can’t help but giggle. "What is so amusing, kitten?” His head is perched on your shoulder, watching you type. “You’re wrapped around me like a sloth.” You stifle another giggle as he wraps his arms around your waist. He kisses your neck, down to your shoulder and back up again. “Has any sloth you’ve met been as affectionate?” He mumbles into your neck. “Let me think…” You look around as if you were trying to remember something, “actually, this one sloth-” His lips are pressed against yours again. Sweet. Soft. Lush. “Shush.”