#I Love him so much

[m-ayo-o]

He gives you a silly grin and starts sliding his hand up and down his soaked dick, mixing his precum and your wet juices. The liquids combine to make the perfect lube and he starts moaning while he strokes himself.

You're wearing a similarly blissful smile on your face, lying on the bed with your legs open, hands reaching up to grab Choso's loose tank top.

"come here, please" you look up at him and ask.

He can tell you're needy tonight.

Needy for his cock.

So he doesn't wait before bending down and plunging himself inside you.

"yeah, I'm here.." he moans, desperately- like you.

And you're a mess for each other. Instantly.

"right here, baby," he moans, gently pressing his hand on your tummy to feel the shape of his cock.

"mmmh-- mm- fuck-"

Biting his lip to concentrate, he lays his fat dick into you all night till your pussy is tired of cumming!

^^💖💖💖💖

Thinking of Choso who accidentally finds your g spot n makes u squirt :3

"Baby, what's this?" His fingers slide into your soaked pussy one more time, causing your legs to shake.

"It's- it's my.. g-spot.."

"G-spot?" He repeats, "What does that do?"

His fingers glide into you again, nestling right in the perfect spot. He's never going to forget exactly where to touch you to get this reaction.

"J-just.. feels good.." you reply between heavy breaths.

"Ok.." his brain ticks over for a moment and his fingers keep working.

He gets a certain look on his face, as if he just got a great idea.

"what if I.." he mumbles and trails off, as his lips make contact with your clit. He starts kissing you here, teasing you and licking your clit as his fingers continue burying themselves into your g spot over and over.

"ahh-- hahh... Choso.. I'm.. I'm going to--"

He can feel you getting closer, just like always, but he wasn't anticipating this.

"Choso--!!" You scream and grip the sheets, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment as you're pretty sure you just...

Yep.. you peek open your eyes to see you squirted.

"Baby...?"

He looks confused to start with, then pleased as he realises just how amazing that felt for you.

He pulls his fingers out of you slowly and unzips his jeans, rubbing your liquid all over his cock.

"Thanks"

[bucky-obsessed]

I'm so excited!!!

[mokatora]

lil portrait of Jay/Rogue cuz I miss him

[omnipotent-outlawss]

I tried to avoid Book 7 spoilers as much as I could…….. But he’s just too MUCH to avoid…….

And as a Riddle Yume I just HAD to at least doodle him in this outfit, the way he SERVES is inhumane.

We stan rebel Riddle in this household 🫡🎀

will probably draw more of him in this outfit, but here’s my silly contribution for now!!! 🫶

[cranberrypaul]

paul mccartney’s not gay?? okay explain this

[leeneenia]

All Ratchets from my notebooks 🥰💕💕

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[phenomenal-savage]

Another amazing commission by @n3rdx 🌺✨ BEHOLD... Heath Hughes (Iron Giant OC), in all his glory!!! 😍😍😍

EXTRA😉:

[thebreadmantm]

Ok confession, I have not been up to date on the @hemi-demi oathbreaker fic bc I have been so busy but I read through it a few days ago and AHHHDJSVDJSHBS DRAGON GERRY AHHHH

I love him so much. I am not ok

His clothes aren’t as easy to take of as Jon’s but I pretty sure Hemi said they are worse at maintaining their glamor than other dragons. So idk maybe he’s fine

[still-alive-mp3]

Bill doodle on a score card for this game I was playing 😋

[cyjhhyj]

oh my god, thank you, i love this

silly boy / park sunghoon

your "friends" keep telling you that your new boyfriend is too much of a shy nerd for you, but they don't know how much of a man the silly boy is.

the bar tonight was much quieter than usual, just a few people spread out in the tiny, cozy bar. quiet background music accompanied the murmurs of different conversations shared throughout the room. you were with your friends, laughing and chatting, having a good time, when all of a sudden, the smile on your face faded into a small frown. the conversation had shifted to your boyfriend, sunghoon.

sunghoon, park sunghoon. your boyfriend of two amazing years. he was currently at home, in his home office, working late. while you were out here with your friends, the same friends who never truly understood why you’d started a relationship with him in the first place.

don’t get them wrong—they thought he was gorgeous, practically model material, but sunghoon’s quiet, reserved nature wasn’t their idea of "boyfriend material." they’d often remind you that you deserved someone affectionate, someone who’d shower you with love openly and without hesitation, someone who wouldn’t be shy about showing the world how much they adored you.

but their words always went in one ear and out the other. because they didn’t see what you saw. they didn’t see how, behind closed doors, in the quiet moments away from the world, sunghoon clung to you like glue—superglue, even. he wasn’t loud about his love, but it was there, steady and unwavering, in every little thing he did. it never bothered you how he presented himself to others; his love for you was real, even if it wasn’t on display for everyone to see.

"i can’t believe you’ve made it this long with him," one of your friends said, breaking your thoughts.

you sighed, rolling your eyes. the urge to speak up, to defend him, bubbled in your chest. "you guys just don’t get it," you said, your tone calm but firm.

"we’re not trying to be mean," another friend chimed in, raising her hands defensively. "it’s just… don’t you want someone who’s a little more… present? someone who’ll shower you with affection all the time?"

you leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms. "he does show affection. just not in the way you expect him to. not everyone has to be loud about love to mean it."

"but, yn," another friend interjected, "you’re the kind of person who loves big gestures, who deserves to feel like the center of someone’s world."

"and i do," you countered, your voice a little sharper this time. "just because he doesn’t yell it from the rooftops doesn’t mean he doesn’t love me. it’s in the little things. like how he texts me to remind me to eat when he knows I’m busy. or how he’ll wake up early to make sure my coffee is ready before I leave. or how he never lets me go to bed upset, even if it means staying up all night to talk it out. you guys don’t see that side of him because he doesn’t show it to everyone. he shows it to me, and that’s enough."

your friends exchanged glances, clearly unsure of how to respond.

"look," you said, your tone softening, "i appreciate that you care about me. but sunghoon and i, we work. and that’s all that matters."

just then, your phone buzzed on the table. you glanced at the screen and felt your heart flutter at the sight of his name. the message was simple: "don’t stay out too late. i miss you."

a small smile crept onto your face as you typed back a quick reply. your friends noticed the change in your expression but didn’t say anything.

"he’s not perfect," you admitted, putting your phone down. "but he’s perfect for me."

the conversation shifted back to lighter topics after that, but as the night wore on, you found yourself glancing at your phone more often than usual.

later, as you walked into your apartment, you saw him waiting for you in the living room, still in his work clothes, his laptop closed on the coffee table. his eyes lit up when he saw you, and without a word, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if you’d been gone for weeks.

"missed you," he murmured against your hair.

"i missed you too," you whispered back, your heart swelling with warmth.

and in that moment, wrapped in his arms, you were reminded all over again why their opinions didn’t matter. because this? this was love. quiet, steady, and unshakable.

[bucky-obsessed]

Already got a trailer for thunderbolts while watching the Superbowl! So happy!

[queertealover]

Love this old man so much I can't express it enough.

[asnowperson]

But you are a great person (to me).

[certifiedsimpinggalore]

MY SHAYLA

Ohhh I'm going to cry. I think Riddle might be the dreamer most dissatisfied with his life. He's completely different from who he really is.

He's not a mage at all. His mom is a housewife and his dad's a writer. He hates school. And worst of all, Trey is very uncomfortable because Riddle basically injected himself in his and Chenya's life.

Riddle was never there when they were growing up, but in Riddle's dreams, he goes to the same school as them, spends summer with them, enjoys the holidays with them, and overall is just best friends with them.

It's so incredibly sad. All he wanted was to spend his life with the people he cares about.

[falloutboyfan18]

Y’all see this beautiful man.

[funkiesuria]

POLITTTTEEESSSSSSHAFBAJFBSJFJZKFHDKFJJFB BIG SIZED POLITES !!!!!!!!