Fictional men who have the "it's ok to murder but it's never ok to disrespect your wife" energy >>>>
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@pantone369
Fictional men who have the "it's ok to murder but it's never ok to disrespect your wife" energy >>>>
please be nice to all animals, even the ones you don’t find cute, they have feelings too
i forgot ppl are legit attracted to anime boys and i saw someone say "LOOK AT HIM. y'all need to appreciate him more😡" like girl... he's lines
OFFICIAL HAIKYUU TALL GIRL FUCKERS
HAIKYUU X F!READER
smut
masterlist
warnings: size kink, face sitting, L bombs, dirty talk, slightly rough? not even tho, cockwarming, fluffiness
this is for my tall girlies that got rejected by their crush in school bc they were too tall. go fuck yourself gus i hope you die. now there will be some short girl slander here so if ur short and sensitive i recommend you do not read. I’ll repeat myself, no short girl behaviour in my replies por favor.
USHIJIMA
man this dude LOVES tall girls
I may be bias but man look at this dude
i think he would just generally want someone closer to his height, he doesn’t get off to his s/o being smaller than him at all
if anything, if they were too much smaller it might ick him out a bit, he would feel a bit creepy being enormous and having a tiny little gf
He thinks tall girls have a certain elegance, even if you don’t see it, he thinks your beauty is ethereal and unmatched
which is why when you get insecure because your only a little bit (if at all) shorter than him, he makes sure to show you he doesn’t mind in the easiest way possible: ploughing the doubt from your mind
HAIKYUU WHEN YOU CALL THEM "PRETTY"
♯ ft. sakusa, bokuto, kenma, kageyama, kuroo
♯ WARNING. kenma's may be considered suggestive + reader is wearing lipstick in kageyama's + i lowkey slacked off towards the end LMAO sorry ._. <3
𝄢 the tip of SAKUSA’s nose and his ears turn red, eyebrows raised— you’ve managed to fluster the man (it really isn’t all that hard, honestly). “you’re pretty,” you repeat, booping his nose, your hands on his chest. “my beautiful boy,” you compliment, legs thrown over either side of his lap as you pepper kisses all over his embarrassingly pink face. “stop it,” he mutters, hoping you don’t. shaking your head, you speak. “i’m jealous, y’know,” you faux-pout, matching the one on his lips, “my boyfriend’s prettier than me,” you sing, making sakusa scoff lightly, his hand going to the back of your head to manoeuvre your lips onto his, “shut it already,” he demands softly, hands hooking onto your waist, ”let me show you how pretty i think you are.”
𝄢 “you’re so pretty!,” you giggle at BOKUTO, one hand intertwined with his, cotton candy in the other— making him smile widely (he could light up a dark room with that smile, seriously), his strong arms immediately wrapping around you to lift you up. “no, you are!,” he laughs, returning the compliment with twice the enthusiasm as he twirls you around, causing you to let out a humorous scream, hands stuck tightly to his shoulders, struggling to keep the candy upright, “okay okay, put me down, kou!, people are watching,” you plead, looking around at the stares you’re getting in the amusement park. he merely shakes his head, “nnhm,” he adjusts his grip on you, “not until you say you’re my pretty baby.”
𝄢 KENMA can't control the heat rising to his cheeks, voice even softer than before as he tells you, "shut it, y/n, i'm busy," face turning beetroot red when you roll your eyes at him, pushing his gaming chair back to settle yourself on his lap, face right in front of his, so close that your noses are touching. "nuh-uh," you tut, leaning in to leave feathery kisses all over kenma's face, making the man groan softly- yet his hands find their way around your waist, subconsciously pulling you closer. "you're my pretty baby," you whisper, turning to the running camera for one second, throwing up a smirk as you go back to kissing his flustered face, "only mine."
𝄢 you called him pretty? well, good job, because KAGEYAMA.exe has now stopped working. his ears are so red, they can alone rival your deep lipstick. "what did you-," he's so close to stuttering, hiding his face with his hands in embarrassment, "what did you say?," kageyama asks, his heart running circles when you repeat your words. "i called you pretty, tobi'," you reach up to the man, pulling him down by his tie to peck his lips softly, "my pretty blue-eyed man," another peck, "i love you," you move his bangs to the side to kiss his forehead, "and your gorgeous self." your words affect him greatly-melting into your touch, as he pins you to the couch with a rare smile on his face.
𝄢 being the dork he is, KUROO is flustered of course, but he'd be damned if he let you know it. he turns your words on you, leaning down to flick your head, attempting to hide his blush with a smirk (no, it doesn't work). "nah," kuroo chuckles, pulling you into his chest with his arm tightly around you, "you're pretty," he declares, making you grumble and go, "just accept the compliment, tetsu!," which just leads to both of you arguing (endearingly) back and forth- cue kenma sighing in the background.
REBLOGS appreciated !!
it’s so important for your health and well-being to get overly attached to a fictional man who is both deeply amoral and unbelievably, pathetically sad
got eaten up with 3 words
you coming back to tell us here
what do the 4 people who always like my posts want for christmas
oh to be in a silk nightgown in front of a vanity removing my makeup while my partner lies in bed watching me lovingly
normalize killing anyone that slightly annoys you
tendou….tendou and his pretty hands and long long fingers….he’s a tease. brushes calloused fingers over your bare cunt until your squirming, whining and pleading for him, arching up, chasing for just a little more pressure, begging him to give you what you want, what you need. he gives in eventually, he always does. he can only deny his pretty baby for so long. when he finally finally slips one of his slender fingers inside he swallows up your moan with a hungry kiss. and you can’t help the little sob that escapes you when he applies the perfect amount of pressure to your neglected clit. you can feel him smile against your lips before he pulls back just enough to lick up the tears from your cheek. and then he’s in your ear, praising you, a constant stream of you’re so pretty like this, my baby, my sweet baby, does it feel good? you deserve to feel good…and when you cum you can feel it everywhere. your whole body seizes up and the whole time he just keeps talking even though you can’t make out a single word. he helps you through your high and kisses your temple when you finally settle down, but you can feel his lips curve up again against your tacky skin, you can feel his cock up against your too-sensitive cunt. and you whine a bit pathetically when he says, think you can do that for me one more time?
fucking superb you funky little arsonist
happy anniversary to the funky little arsonist
reblog to give your mutuals a djungelskog
a d(jungelsk)og
i like thinking about things critically but i also like not giving a fuck too so you can imagine the kind of stress i am under
me, rewatching my favourite media for the hundredth time: it’s about the comfort. it’s about the nostalgia. it’s about lacking the necessary emotional bandwidth to take in and process new things in this year of our lord 2021