#i love love love himmmm

[tired-biscuit]

BUSCUIT!! the way you write yuuji…i’m gonna implode. if you have any more thoughts i am literally all ears 🧏🏽‍♀️

i sure do!

i think that if you fuck and he cums and you don’t, he doesn’t act insecure about it and leaves you hanging, but rather moves between your legs to finger you until you reach climax like the good boyfriend he is.

so it’s just him hovering over you, still sweaty and flushed in the face from your previous endeavors, intently studying your features for every reaction and looking at you with pure, endless love as he moves his fingers in and out of you at the pace that suits you most.

the cum that he’s spilled inside you earlier dribbles down his fingers and makes you glisten between your legs; it lets the circles that he gently rubs into your clit — after getting some help of finding it from you — run easier and stimulates you even further.

you’re both panting even if only you are on the receiving end this time. to be completely honest, you’re not even all that surprised by it, and that’s because you’re aware that pleasuring you pleasures him just the same. after all, he’s just so giving by nature. he’ll always try his best to make you feel good and to match the level of satisfaction that you bring him with your own actions in bed.

and it’s not like the entire thing doesn’t make him feel good as well. you reach out and wrap your arms around his neck and dig your fingers into his hair so that you can pull him close enough to kiss him, and he feels like he’s on cloud nine. the way your nails drag across his scalp and down the nape of his neck makes him want to shiver, it feels so fucking good.

he picks up his pace as your tongue glides over his front teeth, watches you arch your back when he pulls away slightly and a thin string of saliva breaks the contact between your mouths. his girl is so pretty, he thinks. full of his cum, fucking herself on his fingers, clinging onto him like your life depends on it because maybe it does — you love him that much, that’s for sure.

heat rises inside your tummy, it spills throughout your body and makes you close your eyes from how overwhelming it all is; all that love and stimulation he’s giving you. he’s there, talking you through it with a gentle, “there we go” and “you’re so pretty, you know that?” until your heart feels like it’ll burst from the genuine affection. christ, your pussy is so sticky; how on earth does he turn you on so much?

you eventually moan his name out when you finally break down, this content sigh of bliss accompanied with amazing, warm pleasure that sucks the air right out of your lungs, and he feels blood rushing south again at the sound, feels a new wave of arousal hazing his already fickle mind as you tug on his hair, grabbing firm fistfuls. it all brings his blood to a simmer once more.

so here he is, ready to go again, and here you are; mere putty in his hands because he’s so goddamn generous.

will either of you ever catch a break?

[la1nnk]

HES SO BEAUTIFULLLL

Omg, i miss @/bearbrickjiya Eren so much! He's so gorgeous it makes my head hurt.

if you like my posts, watch the account 🙏🏻.

[freak-motion]

RALSEEEI. YOUR HAAAAT

[holographings]

it do be that damn phone

crawling on my knees thanking assad zaman for making minecraft ipad baby armand go cannon

[tekitothemagpie]

his world getting more colorful? Gross

[torusdove]

Satoru Gojo deserves gentle love.

Gentle love, such as letting him put his head onto your lap after a long day of running around after the kids. Sure, he absolutely loves his work, but it can be exhausting from time to time. Nothing, and I mean nothing, beats crashing down onto your soft thighs and having your fingers in his hair. He loves being doted on as if he were a little baby, and he laps all the affection up like one as well.

Gentle love, such as peppering his face in tiny little kisses. Don't confuse them with chaste and rushed kisses. No. Satoru expects you to take your time, moving your lips at a slow pace. First, his forehead, then the birthmark above his eyebrow, then his temple.. you're mapping out his whole face with your plump, soft lips. As I said before, he adores being doted on.

Gentle love, such as reading him. Though he might not be a huge fan doing it himself, he could die to the sound of your voice. He can fully relax while you read him your current interests, your voice changing without yourself even noticing. He might fall asleep, or he might just admire you until you ask him to go to bed yourself. Either way, he won't disturb you, won't disturb his source of tranquillity.

[icedmetaltea]

We are of course a natural pro at arts and crafts

[lleann-art]

yamaguchi doodles

[astrowarr]

grian is really embracing his watcher side, huh... he is hungry. he's spending so much of his time recklessly lining up dominoes, only for all of them to collapse on top of him. all three of his lives were lost setting up traps for someone else but it would be a lie to say they weren't for him, too; he said it himself. he doesn't care who the reds kill, so long as they do it. so long as he watches. because he needs it. he doesn't even truly care if he dies in the process anymore.

and this is proof that he's losing himself in it— bloodlust, that is, and his need to be its catalyst— because the lack of regard he's showing for his own life is spectacularly uncharacteristic of him. his need for control has just overwhelmed him. he's so desperate this season that it's actually dripping from him and it's driving me CRAZY. with all of this pent up murderous rage he's going to be HORRIFYING once he's red and can lash out with no holds barred

but that's exactly why he can never just watch anymore, isn't it? he dies and immediately vows to kill jimmy and scar until they're nothing. he feeds on control so much that it isn't enough to pull the strings of fate from above; he has to take care of it all himself, squeeze the beating heart of it in his warm, blood-soaked hands.

i don't know, this is all over the place. I really just can't wait until he's on his final life, frantic and maniacal as he perfectly enacts all these brilliant plans of his that everyone around him keeps butchering <3

[mors718]

rafe is such a softy (he just doesn’t know it yet)

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you loved the cold more than anything, and rafe knew that from your constant babbles in bed as he tried to sleep. you’d go on and on and on about things, but this past week as christmas is coming up, about snow.

you shimmied up onto rafes chest, and sat down, clad in only his large t shirt and your pretty pink panties you bought, (with rafes money, duh).

“rafey you don’t understand,” you whined tapping his firm arm that covered his eyes in attempt to ignore you and fall asleep.

“snow and ice and the c-“

“just go to fucking sleep.” rafe nudged you off his chest and wrapped his arms around you till you relaxed with a whine.

”shut up about the damn snow and cold shit.” he mumbled, extremely tired.

you mumbled about how you weren’t finished with your rant, but succumbed to sleep as well.

little did you know that two days later you’d be in washington after the longest flight, where you’d slept on rafes arm the whole time.

you looked out on the large cabin window with your six times too fluffy coat you begged and begged rafe to get you, even though he said it was not practical at all.

you heard rafe sigh as he walked out in only a polo sweater and clean dark trousers.

you gasped, “rafe!”

he walked closer to you, tucking a thick strangled of hair behind the fluffy hat that came with.

“what?”

you pushed past him making him sigh again as you ran inside to the shared room of the cabin, shuffling through your suitcase to find the matching brown scarf and hat you got him without him knowing.

you just had to get him one as well! you couldn’t let him feel left out when you got a fun and pretty coat and he didn’t get at least something fun.

while you didn’t even try to get him a coat like yours.

you ran back out to the porch where rafe still stood, leaning outer the wooden railing, watching the tiniest snowflakes drop from the pine trees.

as you flung the brown scarf over his neck and situated the hat on his buzzed head, all while the brightest smile known to men shown on your face and rafe didn’t move a muscle other than to look at you. used to your antics and not even attempting to say no to you in this moment.

when you finally got it perfect on him, he stood straight, looking down at you with a stolid face.

“what the fuck is this?” he didn’t even bare to look down at the scarf, scared of seeing the atrocity of what you placed on him like he was your personal doll.

“a scarf!” you said enthusiastically, a more content and calm look shown on your face. “i didn’t want you to be cold.”

rafe opened his mouth to say how he packed almost a dozen sweaters and jackets for the trip, and that this was a waste.

but the lovely look in your eyes as you looked up at him, wrapped in fur like a baby polar bear.

he pursed his lips, “thank you baby.”

[treef-greef]

who even is that guy

[xx-sketchy-xx]

He’s latched onto my souls (yes plural lol)

[secretlovezz]

My other little cutie patootie 🫶🤭😍

[strawberri-draws]

Baby zuko + dragon egg

[sigsfigs]

let's dance

close up of them........... theyre soooo super cute to meeeee v_v)) i love you bisexuals of color............. i love them too much i think fabian deserves to be with a sweet passionate girl who loves him for who he is and not go through messy toxic situationships anymor e wuhhhhh

[anintrovertedechoe]

mammons definition of bliss is literally just being with mc. canonically. im going to cry free me guys.