#hope you like it🫶🏻

[badaseyebags]

my favorite boba order is match oreo with boba and herbal jelly inside! My favorite members of bebe is lusher!!

that sounds so delicious omg gimme not the boba

[earththings]

𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓟𝓸𝓹𝓹𝔂 ☘️🐇

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂: @twilitpoppy

[devil-in-hiding]

self indulgent but

bully!soap and his crybaby reader. except you're crying for realsies and he stops because no no he only likes his pretty thing crying from how good he makes you feel and because he's been teasing but always makes it up to you. real tears? real actual sad tears? that just won't do

but you insist that you need this, need him. they're tears from being exhausted and overwhelmed and you need your favourite bully, the best sex you've ever (and will ever, if he has anything to say about it) to fuck you proper until the tears are because he's made you cum again and your poor pussy is all puffy and messy.

need him to turn your brain off, stop those big thoughts until all you can think and feel is the way his hands and mouth mark your skin and the way his cock bullies inside of you and bruises your insides to the shape of him

- vgilantee

He notices the difference straight away. The hitch in your breath and the force of your sobs, and you’re clinging to him like if you don’t he’s going to disappear, and when he pulls away from your neck to look down at you, he is met with your sticky cheeks and a look of absolute distress on your face and his thrusts stop, hands scrambling up to cup your cheeks.

“Wha’s the matter? Did I hurt ye hen?” He asks, panic thrumming in his veins at your anguished sob, but your legs are wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper and he chokes back a gasp at the way your pussy clenches around him. “Mo ghràdh, I need ye to tell me-“

“Please don’t stop.” You force out between sobs, bringing him down for a bruising kiss that’s all tongue, and his has his head swimming as his hips slowly roll into yours, groaning at the way your puffy cunt squeezes his cock.

“I dinnae understand-“

“J-Just need you right now. Please Johnny, just need you to make it go away.” You sob, nails raking down his back as his cock kisses your sweet spot, and his heart clenches at the sound, your beautiful pleasure mixed with bone chilling anguish. He grunts, slipping one hand behind your head as he presses your foreheads together.

“I got ye, always.” He breathes, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that counter the sharp thrust he gives. He starts a brutal pace, pinning you beneath him, hand fisting the hair at the base of your neck in a stinging grip, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your shoulder, digging until your scream rips through your chest, nails breaking the skin of his back as he angles his hips, fucking into you with a force that has the bed frame trembling.

“Perfect lass. My good girl.” He growls, pushing himself back up, gripping your wrists and shoving them down. “Hold em.” He barks, watching the way you obediently grip your thighs, pulling your knees to your chest and he grins, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb over your lips. He grinds his hips, clenching his teeth at the obscene squelch it makes as he fucks deeper into your sopping cunt. “J-Johnny!” You plead,tears clinging to your lashes, and he grins, reaching down with his free hand to rub tight circles around your clit.

“Hm? Wha’s that hen?” He coos, delivering a sharp slap to your cunt that has your back bending and his head spinning from the way your walls spasm around his cock. “G-Gonna-!” You cut yourself off with a gasp as he drops all his weight onto you, pinning your knees to your chest, his hand pinned between the two of you, relentless on his assault on your clit.

“Go on. Make a fuckin mess of my cock.” He pants, bullying his cock deeper and deeper as your sobs ring in his ears, cunt milking for all he’s worth as you cum, gushing around his cock as your pussy sucks him in deeper and his thrusts falter, eyes rolling back as he paints your insides white. “Fuuuucckk!” He groans, hips never stilling as he fucks the both of you through your orgasms.

He finally rolls off once his thighs start shaking, hissing as his cock slips out of your puffy cunt. You whimper, and he’s quick to swoop in, folding you into his arms as he presses you to his chest.

“Good girl, always such a good girl for me aren’t you?” He whispers, pressing gentle kisses to your temple as he rubs your back. “T-Thank you Johnny…” You whisper into his chest, and he hums, tilting your chin up. “I’ve got ye love. Always.”

[qiankunnies]

Lay & Chen — 【EX'ACT - The 3rd Album】 Monster ↳ for @zyx ♡ send me a request

[evansbuck-ley]

our field of dreams engulfed in fire

rating: mature

word count: ongoing

chapter: 1/3

pairing: bucktommy

They make it six months into trying again when it happens.

The day had started like any other day. Buck woke up in Tommy’s bed to the smell of pancakes and coffee drifting into the bedroom from the kitchen. Rolling onto his back, he lazily stretched his body; his muscles aching in the best possible way.

He looked towards the alarm clock beside him to check the time. 6:49am. They had less than two hours before both of them had to leave for shift. Reluctantly, Buck pulled himself out of bed and threw on a pair of Tommy’s sweats that were on the bedroom floor. He made his way out of the bedroom and down the stairs to find Tommy in the kitchen, his back turned towards the door and humming along to whatever song was playing on the radio.

He was wearing an old LAFD t-shirt that stretched tightly over his broad shoulders and a very tiny pair of Muay-Thai shorts that showed off his thick thighs. He looked delicious. Buck made the short distance across the kitchen to plaster himself against Tommy’s back. He loosely wrapped his arms around his waist, his right hand finding its way underneath the thin fabric, his fingers brushing gently across his hip bone.

“Hmm, good morning to you too,” Tommy spoke quietly. With the tone of his voice, Buck knew he had a smile on his face. Buck buried his head into the crook of Tommy’s neck as he wrapped his arms around him tighter.

read the rest here

tagging some mutuals and people that were interested on my last post (lmk if you want to be removed or added 🫶🏻)

@swagmaster9k @music-is-the-voice-of-the-soul @911-is-my-emergency @louisferrignojr @tommykinard6 @zouisalmightie

@harmonic-intervention @nydoorin-lionett @bidisasterevankinard

[emmyrosee]

HI EMMY!! CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE!!! <3 i'd like to request family time w atsumu where they visit his childhood home for the weekend, please! <333333 (i am so predictable)

The car tires crunch over familiar concrete as the butterflies in Atsumu’s stomach start to flutter. Nothing has changed, barely down to the businesses that are still standing from when he was a kid. Behind him, Kousei rattles a toy, and Hisako talks his ear off, about how she can’t wait to play with her grandmother’s jewelry box, how her crayons are better then the ones at home, and how she makes the best breakfast ever.

Atsumu’s cheeks hurt from smiling, and he uses his hand closest to you to rest on your thigh, thumb stroking over the muscles happily, more than eager to see his family and be back at home for the next few days, his new family joining him on the trek to become one with his old.

Next to him, you’re encouraging Hisako, only to then rest your hand on top of his, squeezing him lovingly as he turns onto his street.

“Daddy, you think Kousei gon’ walk today?” Hisako asks, and Atsumu looks at her in the rear view mirror, “well, it’s a tossup, honey. But maybe Grammy has that magic to make him walk.”

“Grammy has magic?!” She asks in amazement, and Kousei squeals in excitement. “Grammy magic!”

“You said your first word at Grammy’s house,” you tell your little girl, and atsumu offers you a soft ‘thats right’ in confirmation.

“Really?” She gasps. “What I say?”

“Berry,” he says, and in the mirror, he sees her eyes light up. “Although, when you said it, it was ‘bewwy.’”

Hisako giggles and eagerly looks out the window to stare at the passing trees, bouncing in her seat as you trail down the road before turning a right, and finally the form of Miya Atsumu’s childhood home comes into view, his heart soaring at the sight.

He sees Osamu’s car parked outside, along with his two other Uncles vehicles, and he smirks as he parks behind his brother, trapping him from leaving. On the porch sits his mother in a rocking chair, and he barely opens his own door before Hisako unbuckles herself and lets herself out of the car to dash to the arms of her grandmother. “Hisako!”

You pat his thigh, “let her go. We’ll reinstate the terrors of leaping out of a car later.”

“You’re right,” he sighs, smiling and nodding his head towards the babbling Kousei in the back. “Get the little man, I’ll grab his baby bag.”

“You got it boss,” you giggle, slipping out to grab your son from the back of the car. Atsumu steps out, takes a deep breath of fresh air, and a giant grin splays on his face as he relishes in the feeling of home.

[rodolfoparras]

Don't mind me just imaging old man price and unconsciously caressing his happy trail while cuddling watching TV 😖

Okay but imagine this…

Old man Price sprawled out on the couch wearing nothing but a pair of ratty sweats he’s stolen from you, watching whatever show is playing on the tv that he’s not really paying attention to.

He momentarily pauses his show to look at the clock hanging on the wall, noticing there isn’t much time left til you’re back home again.

Sometimes Price hated being retired and longed for the days where the two of you would be out together on the field, working and enjoying each other’s company.

However he couldn’t deny the fact that he enjoyed the comfort of being in your shared home, wrapped up in your blankets and wearing your clothes that still smelled of cologne while watching his shows and hearing the rain enviously tapping on his window.

The sheer thought of it has a contented sigh escaping his lips, eyes fluttering shut as he sink further into the cushion beneath him.

All that’s missing is for you to crawl up by his side, insisting that two full grown adults can fit perfectly on the very small couch, a back and forth argument that would only result in pecks being placed on his lips, as your eager hands touch all over his body.

While thinking about it, he starts moving his hand in lazy circles on his soft abdomen, in the same way you’d do it, with blunt nails lightly scratching at his skin and fingers tugging at the coarse hair dusted on his body. Although his hand feels nothing like yours, this little fantasy of his is enough to have blood pooling to the lower half of his body.

Without even realizing it, he spreads his legs, the blanket that’s been covering him carelessly falls to the floor and his fingers latch onto his nipples, tugging at taunting the sensitive numb, in the very same way your own fingers would do it.

A shaky breath escapes his lips, cock twitching in excitement and hips effortlessly buckling up in search of any sort of friction he could get.

If you’d been here you’d tease him more, make him beg and whine and whimper before you touched his cock but you aren’t here and he’s oh so eager to have a hand on him so he quickly shuffles down his (your) sweats and wraps a hand around his length.

His cock is warm and already fully hard, precum trickling down his knuckles. Despite his age you never fail to make him feel young again, playing his body like a flute even if you're not physically there.

He can't help but smile at the sheer thought of it but it quickly drops from his face as he starts languidly stroking himself.

“O-oh“ he moans out, eyes squeezing shut and hips bucking up into his own touch.

He continues to indulge in his little fantasy, pretending you’re there on the couch with him, your body weight caging him in, the smell of you surrounding him and with your face smiling down at him. As he does so he feels himself increase his pace, slowly but surely inching closer to the edge.

“Please sir please” he hears himself say, desperately asking for you, to be here, to touch him, to make him see stars in the way only you can.

It doesn’t take much before he’s tipping over the edge, a string of curses tumbling past his lips as ropes of cum paint your sweats.

For a moment he’s so lost in bliss, eyes squeezed shut, hand still stroking his dick before he’s broken out of his trance by the sound of a familiar voice calling for him.

“Sweetheart what are you doing?” And as he opens his eyes he’s met with the familiar sight of you standing there in front of him, eyes swirling with desire while smiling down at him.

[honeys-marmalade]

𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓝𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 🍄🍯

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂: @notsopretty-notsopink

𝓒𝓸-𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻: @gardenofafterthoughts

[valoale]

Merry Christmas @xx-thedarklord-xx ! ❤️

Based on this post that was super duper cute and I couldn't stop thinking about it so I decided to fulfil Scorpius' wish and gave him a baby brother— it's what he deserves. 💅🏻 Merry Christmas Sam, thank you for being the kindest and most supportive human being on Earth. Had the hardest autumn but you made it way better and I’m grateful for that ❤️

[goldenhypen]

⋆｡⠐ happy ✧｡♡

✴︎｡⠐ birthday ⠐⚬⋅｡

⋅｡⠐ to the kindest cutest most loving cheerful hard working greatest prettiest handsomest funniest hottest jakey sim 🦭 ⚬♡⋅｡

⎯ ⋅ ♡ ⋅ ⎯

jake, my love and admiration for you go beyond words. thank you for blessing me with so much joy and love in my life. you’re an inspiration to so many and i’m so grateful for you and incredibly proud of where you are and who you’ve become. and you deserve all the best things, or at least to have the best birthday of your life this year <3 eat well and celebrate lots my love <3 i love you and happy birthday <33

[ashmp3]

hi friends hi teo nation i come to you with tail between my legs i am unfortunately still alive

[earththings]

𝓒𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭 ☘️🐈

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂: @twilitpoppy

[cherie-luvv]

So like hello guys I’m sorry I disappeared from literally earth but like my best friend (now ex best friend) just started going out with my ex and pretended I didn’t find out abt it so like yeah

I found out today but I feel GOOD, I don’t feel bad about it I’m just like really disappointed but I cut them off of my life. I have tons of notifications and school is kind of killing me rn but I swear I’ll be back really soon I’m just like processing everything and stuff

[qiankunnies]

minhyuk + light blue for @yoohyeon

[alienoresimagines]

Part of growing up is realizing that the people you vibe with might not vibe with you just as much and that it's okay, even if it hurts. It's no one's fault so you should stop hurting yourself by having grand expectations of how your friendship should be because that's how you imagined it when you started talking.

It doesn't mean you're not friends or that you have to let go of that person. It just means you have to let go of the idealized version of that person and of your friendship that you had, and everythings feels much better when you realize no one's at fault for it. Maybe you just weren't made to be best friends or friends who talk to each other at all times but it isn't fair of you to push those expectations on the other person.

You didn't fail at making the friendship blossom. You will find your people who'll vibe with you as much as you vibe with them <3

[fruitybashir]

I'd Appreciate Your Input

Relationship: Bojan Cvjetićanin/Nace Jordan/Jan Peteh Rating: Explicit Word count: 10k

Excerpt: Jan brushes his thumb over Bojan’s cheek and his voice is gentle when he speaks again. “You’ve already been so patient,” he says and Bojan’s eyelids flutter at the praise. “I haven't even heard you complain once… you really are on your best behaviour tonight, hm?”

“I’m right, aren’t I?” he continues and brushes some of Bojan’s hair out of his face, tucks it behind his ear. “There’s something special you want to ask for?”

Bojan swallows, then nods and there is a light blush on his cheeks.

“You can talk now,” Jan smiles and Bojan takes a deep breath.

Read it here!

[very heavily inspired by this piece by @luluxa]