#bf imagines

[skellyheart]

Making out and then pressing your cheek against his chest, feeling his heart hammer against his rib cage and knowing that it’s all your fault…

[itsjunetoday]

Sleepy kisses.

I don’t know what it is about it. The thought of being kissed to sleep after a long day is adorable to me. Just laying in your bed with your significant other after ranting for so long about how each of your days were stressful. Leaning in the give your s/o a small kiss, only to turn into a slow, sensual make out session. Obviously, it doesn’t get far, but it’s so comforting that it just puts the two of you to sleep. The best part about it is that you both are stuck together and possibly overheating but it’s okay because you both have each other. On top of that, it makes to even cuter when you both wake up in the morning—tangled and had possibly forgotten to do certain things. Especially if it’s a rainy day but you both wake up at four in the morning? Ouhhhh, i need that shit.

[kkenma666]

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introverted bf! who you thought was just a quiet normal guy. the two of you work in the same department and even sit next to each other.

introverted bf! who didn't really pay you any mind and opted to just leave you be with you doing the same.

introverted bf! who just had to help you since your boss decided that you can sort all these data and documents on your own.

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he peered at the person next to him, drowning in a sea of papers. you were in the middle, too busy typing away on your keyboard to notice him peeping. he felt a tinge of guilt hit him, I mean, you just got transferred to this department a few months ago yet you already got way to much work dumped on you.

he hesitated to offer his help since his work was done and all his deadlines were met already, but once he saw the eyebags carving into your eye sockets and the third cup of ice americano on your desk, he knew he just had to help.

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introverted bf! who appeared before you like an angel, offering his help for you. you almost cried tears of joy and tackled him into a hug but only settled with a thousand thank you's and offering to buy him meals.

introverted bf! who you slowly got closer with over the course of a few months. he had thick walls surrounding him but you couldn't be more proud of yourself for finally breaking them down.

introverted bf! who slowly started showed you his true colors, perhaps he's not as normal as you thought he was.

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you walked into your apartment with a heavy sigh, that bastard eunsok left the office early without even telling you! you were just about to invite him to your birthday dinner together.

strange.. since when did you left the kitchen lights on?

"SUPRISE!" eunsok's voice suddenly boomed through your living room. he opened the light just to reveal him holding a cake for you and wearing a.. cockroach costume?

you stared at him in disbelief. "what the fuck?" was all you could mutter out.

he set the cake down on the table gently before going on all fours and crawling his way towards you, you in return yelled at him while getting away.

this is giving you goosebumps.

"S-STOP! EUNSOK WHAT THE FUCK?! GET AWAY, G-GET AWAYYYY!!"

safe to say that night you celebrated your birthday with a grown-ass man in a cockroach costume.

[thoughtsofreid]

SNAPS YOU’D GET FROM MGG AS YOUR BF!⋆˚✿˖°

I love these so I made some for you all…

— no warnings .𖥔 ݁ ˖

i took inspo from @/freshsturns

love ya…

[fatbitchgeek-blog]

Tik Toks that remind me of anime characters 😂

Bakugou, Bokuto, Atsumu

[soobinize]

[3:02 AM] you suddenly wonder why boyfriend! donghyuck calls you at a time like this, when he's already asleep at 10 pm. "hey, are you okay?! i just heard thunders and realized that it was heavily raining 2 hours ago until now! i'm sorry, i should've called earlier.. i know you got traumatized by thunders." donghyuck said, with traces of worry in his voice. "what are you talking about, hyuck? aren't you in tour right now and you're in a different country? not in korea?" a smile started to form on your lips, thinking how silly he can be. "oh my god, you're right! i'm on tour, which means we're not sharing the same weather!" you started to crack up, real hard. "god, hyuck! you need to get some rest, you must be really tired."

[itsjunetoday]

warning : past trauma ; fluff and angst ; small kisses ; fem!reader ; married couple ; established relationship ; Christmas eve ; non-specific character ; mlw/wlm

It's December 24, the night that brought many joy and anticipation. For you, it's your first Christmas without your family. While it brought joy to many, it brought the recurring feeling of dread. You have gone through a disaster a few days before Christmas that brought you an intense amount of regret and sorrow for years. Now you’re sitting in front of the large Christmas tree. It was adorned with multicolor string lights, ornaments, and presents for others and themselves. It was cute, but your negative emotions were a huge contrast compared to the positive shine of the Holidays. Turning to your husband, you placed your mug on the coaster that sat on the coffee table. The smooth taste of the creamy, hot chocolate lingers on your tongue. Your eyes didn't hold the same happiness it did a week ago, the feelings were coming back. He can clearly see the negative emotions written all over his lover's face. He walks over to the couch and sat beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to urge you to lean into him. His expression is mellow, his usual playful and teasing demeanor replaced with serious concern. He pats and kisses the top of your head. “Baby.. are y' alright? What’s wrong? Talk to me.” "Just.. can't sleep, m'love." Your reply was dry, as if you didn’t fully hear what he had said. You turned your body to face him, placing a hand on his chest as your gaze lowered to his hand on his lap. You reached out to his hand, intertwining your fingers with his warily. His heartbeat brought tranquility to your mind, but it didn't completely calm your troubled soul. "Why're you still up ?" "You haven’t been in bed for a while. You know i can’t sleep too well without you with me.” One of his fingers poked your cheek, trying to get you to break character. It was a weak yet playful attempt. His face was dripping with the desire to sleep, almost on the verge of falling asleep on the couch right then and there.

“I’m sorry, i was just thinking for a bit after waking up.” Your thumb rubs against his fingers affectionately. “Baby, what were you thinking about?” He leaned his head back, relaxing his body against the cushions of the couch. “Did you know that this is my first Christmas away from home?” You looked up/down at him, not expecting much of an expression or a response. A hum in acknowledgement would be the bare minimum in your eyes. “Really?", his eyes widened slightly. Knowing your family background, he shouldn't be surprised, but he is.. just a little bit.

"Mhm.."

"I know Christmas wasn’t the best for you all the years you’ve lived at home..” “Yeah, it’s my first time being with someone that won’t ruin it for me.” He took your hand and kissed your knuckles. There's wasn't a lot he could say to be honest. He then pressed a gentle kiss to your nose, then to your cheek as well. The somber look on your face made him want to hold you close and never let you feel these negative emotions again. Your gaze falls on his pitiful expression and kisses his cheek. At this point, you press your lips against his, letting out a soft hum as he pulls you in closer. It was a brief yet meaningful action, but it brought a smile on your face. It was a reminder of what you have now, not what you once had.

“Thank you, for being here all these years.. with me. I love you,”

“I love you too, baby.”

“Now and forever?”

“Now and forever. I got us these rings for a reason.” He points to the rings they have—reminding you on the day of your wedding. The vows, the promises, the tranquil nights, the arguments—everything that brought them to this point.

“I know, i know..” You look at your ring again, a smile forming on your lips. This is the first and best Christmas you’ve truly had.

abel, macaque, MAYOR, syntax, ivan bragvinsky, x-virus, worick archangelo, gojo

[itsjunetoday]

Gender neu.

I’m currently experiencing this so I need to write about it.

Take any fictional character you want to, and let’s imagine together.

cw: disturbing descriptions, toxicity, nsfw thoughts, HEAVY projection.

Imagine you and this person have been speaking to one another for years. Every time you both speak to one another, every conversation is laced with want and love. It feels so.. light in that moment. You never felt so happy with someone before, and they have not felt so happy with someone like you either.

You both feel so interlinked no matter what. When something isn’t right with your person, you notice—even when they aren’t interacting with you or present. You can feel it in your heart that something isn’t right. They can feel it too. Everything feels so close as if you both are right next to each other, but you’re not.

Even when you both are away for so long, the connection only grows stronger. They begin to wonder so much about you. What clothes you wore to school, how you decorate your room, and what it would be like to hang out with you alone. You’re everything they’d ever want, and they are everything you’d want.

The thoughts of holding their hand while they worship your body and speak to you like it’s a normal conversation while staring at you with love and care. Asking you questions..

“Does this feel good here, baby? C’mon, don’t tell me you can’t talk.. it feels good doesn’t it? Makin’ you all whiny and quiet..”

“..ahh.. nngh.. mmf.. fuck.. my love.. please.. I- I can’t—“ your mumbles and whines don’t go unnoticed. They immediately cup your face and kiss your lips again.

“You were just demanding this, you can take it. Now, tell me what the drama was all about earlier before you demanded me to love you like this..” ,they say this with a lick to your cheek and kisses your tears and sweat. Devoted and wanting.

The thoughts of cursing yourself and them so you both can continue loving each other and being totally obsessed with one another even in distance. Putting a love spell on one another to bind yourselves no matter what happens. Merging souls and bodies…

The thoughts of walking around aimlessly with music playing in both of your headphones loud enough for both of you to hear while talking about nothing but everything. Walking and just being outside from midday to sundown for hours until you both decide to be in each other’s presence.. holding hands.. a small kiss, anything.

The thoughts of holding them hostage as if they didn’t ask for this, knowing that is all they begged for. The feel of being totally trapped, but with you and wanted only by you. Knife to their throat, whispering all the things you’ll do to them—kind or not—, it makes them so needy and sick for you.

The thoughts of resting in bed with them in the middle of the night after being busy all day, kissing your fingertips while watching to see if you’re looking at them. They kiss your knuckles, giving a small lick as a test run to see if you will wake up. Once awakened, they kiss you properly on the lips, slow and steady until you both fall asleep with each other’s lips touching.

The thoughts of smoking with them and making them high before kissing them, knowing their saliva will build up and make them feel nauseous; but you just swirl your tongue around in their mouth and take it all as your own while both of your eyes roll back from the lack of oxygen getting into your lungs.

All of your thoughts consume your entire being. All because you only think and you never do anything else other than fucking think.

Taking it as far as calling each other soulmates might not be enough to express the love you both have for each other. Although, despite the feelings and intense connection, there will always be something blocking you both. Whether it be life styles, family, distance, sickness and health, your world.. anything. It hurts, and it will continue to hurt.

It feels like a shadow pressing their hand into your stomach, and opening it to peer within your system just to pull and tear your nerves and blood cells.

Feels like someone biting your throat and pulling your veins out with their teeth, the pain excruciating to the point where it doesn’t even hurt anymore. You are used to it.

It feels like a betrayal from the people who have never hurt you. You hurt you. You signed up for this, but so did they. It hurts so damn good, you crave that rush.. but it hurts so bad it knocks you out late at night.