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John Galliano for Stallion Furs. “Casanova” theme, Fall 1998
Some of my favorite looks from Glenn Martens amazing debut for Maison Margiela's Artisanal 2025 Collection.
ᥫ᭡ !! satoru loves your mouth ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖
your boyfriend’s weird.
he's had his nose buried in textbooks for the last two hours, droning incoherently to himself about quantum physics or his latest assignment. exam season's been draining the life out of your tall nerd of a boyfriend, insatiably sucking the devotion to his studies from his very veins.
thus, he's given up. spinning in his desk chair, he finds himself staring at you, his angel sprawled ever so beautifully on his bed, in his dorm room. his perfect reprieve.
“babe. you’re staring again.” you mutter, blowing a bubble with your gum before popping it between your molars, dragging your gaze from your phone to your boyfriend’s face.
yeah, he’s weird.
his cerulean irises are swallowed by his dilated pupils from behind his glasses, gaze fixed straight on your lips. he doesn’t even blink. you’re not sure if he even has in the last five minutes.
then, he moves, sitting on the foot of his bed, his hands reaching out to gently rub up and down your thighs, absentmindedly feeling. memorising the weight of your flesh in his palms.
“is that a new gloss? lip stain? lipstick?” his eyes don’t stray away from your mouth. “lip plumper? or like.. a lip oil?”
“you don’t even know what half of those are.”
“don’t need to. they all make you look pretty, so they’re working.”
you roll your eyes, setting your phone aside on your bedside table before shifting to cup his cheeks. unintentionally, your fingers brush the longer white hairs at the nape of his neck, to which he shivers sensitively. you run your fingertips along his cheekbones, watching as his eyelashes flutter in response to your touch behind his glasses.
"what happened to studying, baby?" you murmur, carrying an awfully mock-sympathetic lilt to your voice, expecting a reply.
yet, his gaze never once leaves your lips.
“satoru, you keep staring at my lips.” you raise a brow at his lack of reply, smushing his cheeks together in reprisal, earning you a displeased grunt, but no sign of denial.
“mm, yeah. guilty.” he sighs softly, eyes squinting in concentration. you fight the urge to snort.
then, he moves. he crawls between your legs, dropping his chin on your chest, the plushness of your chest cushioning the fall.
for a second, his hands settle on your waist, dipping under the hem of your shirt to cover as much skin as he can, before they slide up to your jaw. his fingertips bury themselves in your hair, tangling in the strands to find purchase.
“can i kiss you?” satoru whispers, finally tearing his gaze away from your lips to meet your eyes, his thin white brows pulling into a soft frown.
aw. you nearly melt.
he looks like he needs it.
when you don’t reply, his frown deepens. he bites the inside of his cheek, gathering the strength to ask again.
he's a little pathetic, you can't help but feel bad.
“baby..” he whispers, voice carrying that familiar breathless whine.
ah, hell.
you offer a small, drawn-out hum for the sole purpose of torturing him further, one that he eats up desperately in hopes for a proper response. he echoes the soft hum subconsciously, craning his head just slightly closer. enough to have the tips of your noses touching.
"okay," you smile, coy and saccharine before leaning in.
as soon as the word leaves your lips, satoru presses his lips to yours and seals the permission between you. inadvertently, you breathlessly laugh against his mouth, and he groans, displeased with your flippancy.
you take pity on him, however, and kiss him properly. your neck mirrors his earlier crane, nose bumping against his as you switch position to steer the kiss. it's slow, sweet, and needy, driven by a lazy messiness only a burnt-out satoru can offer.
the bridge of your nose touches cool metal a couple times before you register his wire-rimmed glasses. without giving it much thought, you pull back. you push his glasses to his forehead, simultaneously using it to brush his soft tufts of hair back, before kissing him again.
a hand to his jaw, the other on his chest, satoru is kissed stupid. the pressure of your lips is the only feeling he wants to remember, physics be damned.
he chases your lips desperately for a few more beats before whining from low in his throat when you pull back. there's a satisfied smile on your face, but it only makes him physically deflate.
"s'not enough," he slurs (courtesy of your kiss), leaning forward slightly too fast and causing his glasses to drop back down on the bridge of his nose, his frown deepening. ".. come back, angel."
if possible, your smile widens.
"you can get another when you finish studying. your final's in a week."
"you just-- baby-- you can't do that!" he sputters, groaning when you deny him. his large hands slide down to your hips, absently squeezing the flesh. "come on, just one more."
"finish studying. I promise I'll give you more after an hour." you mirror his pout, raising a hand to ruffle his hair.
you're not even surprised anymore. two minutes later, your boyfriend's hunched over his desk again, reciting ridiculously long formulas to a polaroid of you on his wall.
yeah. weird.
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debut post 😯 hallo all #allhailnerdjo
Ohyul x reader ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
Genre: Fluff??
Requested!!
Summary: Some random headcannons of you and Ohyul if you guys were in a relationship.
MASTERLIST
Requests are always open!!＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
-Would take his shirt off on purpose in front of you just to see your reaction
“What are you staring at?” He’ll say with a knowing smirk.
-Would let you wear his bandanas or tank tops when you come over
“That’s like the fifth tank top of mine you’ve worn this week.”
He says as he's distracted admiring you.
-Would body slam you when you are too distracted on your phone
“Get off of me!” you say as he throws your phone to the side and clings his arms to your waist. “Now I have your attention.” Ohyul muffles against your stomach.
-Would teach you how to play guitar in his free time, even though you're kind of bad..
“You see?! You finally played the correct chord!” “Ohyul, that took me like 30 minutes to learn..”
-Would love spoiling you even if that means handmade gifts, buying you things, giving you flowers, etc.
“Ohyul, you made this?!” you say as you look at the handmade guitar pick flower he gifted you
-You and his older sister would be really close even if the age gap was big or small.
“You prefer my sister over me?!” Ohyul says, “Well, she doesn’t complain when we go shopping…”
-Would love to annoy you since he finds it adorable when you're annoyed
“Stop it! That tickles.” You say between your laughs as Ohyul continues poking your sides with a teasing smirk.
-Would love when you leave lipstick or lip gloss kisses on his face
“One more here.” Ohyul demands, “You already have, like, six on your face though!?”
-Would have gym sessions with you since you both enjoy working out
“Ohyul, are you even working out?” You say as he keeps getting distracted by you between sets.
-Would get matching earrings with you
“Ooo, these star ones are so cute!” you say as you put it against yours and Ohyul's ears
-When you're mad at him or he's mad at you, you two choose to give each other the silent treatment until one of you can't handle it anymore and says sorry.
(He always seems to beg more.)
-Secretly likes when you're being sarcastic or bratty towards him
“Cmon, tell me what I did wrong,” Ohyul says as he grasps onto your arm with a smirk he isn’t even trying to hide.
-When you two are alone Ohyul gets really clingy, to the point you're almost like a stuffed animal being suffocated while he sleeps.
-Would have a cute photo of you as his wallpaper, while you had a funny photo of him as your wallpaper.
-Would text you he misses you even though it hasn't even been 10 minutes since you left
-Will send you photos of himself just for you to start giggling. Specifically, that one photoshoot where he's literally shirtless.
Reblogging is appreciated!!
asking god if he could play it again.
A LIONESS'S PROMISE - Novel by Teah Wise
On the merciless African savanna, where morals are fortuitous, a small lion pride persists under their young Matriarch, Nyathera. She and her three sisters live on after the tragic loss of their mother and father, navigating a new reality without their precious guidance. Nyathera’s unwavering desire to protect her Pride is constantly challenged by her brute sister, Mkali’s short temper. But when the Pride is suddenly overthrown by the crazed lion Mandla and his coalition, they suffer the most devastating tragedy yet: the deaths of their cubs. Conquered again by new Protectors, the lionesses’ resilience is shattered under the claws of Pride Law.
While Nyathera struggles to find her destiny as the Matriarch, an old promise and treasonous secrets threaten to tear away all she’s ever known. Mkali, grief-stricken and haunted by the shadows within her mind, exiles herself onto a vulnerable and unpredictable path of independence. As the sun sets on the savanna, both sisters must confront the unforgiving laws of survival or risk losing everything to darkness, including themselves.
Available August 10th, 2026
ART BY ANNA OBRECKA
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