#iloveditsomuch

[desicinema]

Yashna lost her memory six years ago, right? She witnessed a great deal of life. You, me, her friends, and family were all there for her. Despite that if she ends up falling in love with him again…what can we do? HI NANNA (2023), dir. Shouryuv

[gamblersdoll]

im the anon that asked for the previous tiktok trend with katsuki.. (iloveditsomuch)

can you do the one where katsuki keeps copying your snaps, so you sent him a snap doing an arm flex and he copies it? or it could be the other way around, so he snaps a pic of him shirtless? i love your work sosososomuch

uh oh! double ask time!

snap!

your eyes pay attention to the notification on your phone, ‘geezer sent you a snap!’ and you snicker, probably him just sending another video of him working out.

but no, he actually just sent the same photo you sent, a picture of your eye. of course he saved yours to the chat, and you reciprocated his , too. but an idea pops into your tiny brain, sending him another snap of your lips.

snap!

you giggle when he sends you a snarled lip photo, trying his damnest to mean mug you.

you aim the camera to your chest, a little bit of your softly pressed breasts playing peak a boo with the camera. immediately, he opens it, saves it, and then radio silence for the next five minutes.

snap!

the message sends through on your phone, a reciprocated photo, but him saying ‘put them away, slut.’ captioned on it. you giggle, an idea somewhat popping into your head again.

you send a video of yourself with a string wrapped around your bicep, flexing the muscle until you couldnt and it only slightly stretched the string. you look pitiful, katsuki sending a laughing emoji in the chat bar.

‘you cant do it either, king explosion whore.’

snap!

and what do you know? he sends a video of himself with some string on his thicker bicep. he didnt need to flex then for it to be huge, but boy oh boy. he finally flexes his arm, the string popping and leaving a small mark that fades instantly.

‘gasps!’ you message him.

‘who the fuck gasps over text.’ he messages back, getting a ‘your girlfriend does :3.’

however, what he doesnt expect is you to snap him a photo of your nipples. he immediately turns his phone away, hoping no one saw his girls’ tits on his phone. he looks back though, eyeing the metal bars through what he knew were sensitive nipples. fuck— why now, stupid girl?

snap!

he sends you a photo of him, a snarl on his face and red ears. he was flustered, because he still had another five hours on the job. ‘are you trying to get fucked up?’ the caption says, his eyes in a glare.

‘maybe, dynamight. :)’ you send back, a photo revealing your happy trail and your underwear slightly showing your bikini line. he knows whats next, either you stop the show or you continue with it.

snap!

your hearts racing, but you open the message to see him sitting— probably on someones roof and the camera pointed to his legs.

however, someone— no, something was waving at you through his trousers, the caption labeled ‘not much time left.’

you bite your nail, pulling your panties off and snapping him a photo of your soft folds. you felt a little embarrassed, reviewing the image and realizing you probably havent shaved in maybe a couple weeks. but.. you knee katsuki wouldnt mind, somewhat being into it.

the next photo from you came with you deeply arched, flexing your glutes deep from within.

snap!

‘and i thought you had back problems.’ the caption labeled, now a video from katsuki. he was now secluded, hands pulling his cock out from the zipper and you can tell it was semi-hard. the way it was still soft and he could squeeze the base.

your core feels warm, watching how his large hands grip his cock and some pre starts to ooze.

you could play that game.

you send your own video, spreading yourself open and clenching on nothing, the ring of muscle pushing out creamy white. the only difference? it was two hours later when he sent his own video.

‘i hope you know shitty hair saw that.’ he sends you, his bitmoji sitting over the message.

‘oopsies’ you send back, but he immediately starts to type.

‘hope you’re your ready when i get home.’

[sickdsylexickiwi]

I finally watched "watching and dreaming" and let me say

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAaaaaHHHHHHHHH

[eclectickittysheep]

Who else loved Enterprise it hit different then the other shows right in your heart strings!

[killerwray]

Buttered Popcorn.

Y'know, I just got back from the movie theater where I watched the one and only,"Hustlers."

(It was amazing. Oh my gosh I loved it so much.)

And while the movie was great, it has been about...Two hours now. (Maybe....?)

And the butter hasn't left my mouth. Seriously.

Not the taste, just the feeling.

Why is it doing this? It's insane! I hate it! And I can't get up, since my mom will hear me walk around with her super-hearing, (And I'm VERY lazy.) so I can't go and brush my teeth.

Why am I ranting about this at 1:51 a.m.?

Well, that's simple.

I'm an idiot. (I just bored, lel.)

[mineapostasy]

This game was SURPASSINGLY hard to come by. Apparently people are snatching up copies and selling them on eBay for treble the MSRP. I just want to get in some sweet, sweet nostalgia. #kingdomhearts #whataridiculousplot #vidjagames #thefirstonecameoutwheniwasimhighschool #iloveditsomuch #itsagedprettywell https://www.instagram.com/p/BtpAbz6gs4l/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=rkpwv52pp658

[prayug]

#MyAthammasLove #MyQueens #MyLifeMakersMaker #AsGorgeousAsMyAthamasHeart #MyAthamaWishingInHerStyle #ThisRecollectsOfMyLateAmama #ILovedItSoMuch #ThankyouFromBottomOfMyHeart (at Beeramguda) https://www.instagram.com/p/CY0ZEZyBZgvWXfzNmghxpVXxKC2a9UzbLCvbFg0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[l0v3kara]

When I had #flameprincess hair 🔥👸🏼#hotpink #orangehair #bleached #iloveditsomuch (at FLAME)

[patrickdebana]

Falling Sky... (Wonderful working process with the @butlerballet ). Those kids where rocking my world and went to war with my universe as their guide book 👑🙏👍 Thank you dancers...your spirit is right here with me 🌹 #creation #fallingsky #myuniverse #myworld #life #socialinjustice #honorthevictims #honorthemothers #honor #honoryourself #thankyouguys #iloveditsomuch #ballet #dance #choreography #art #artistsoninstagram #artist #lifeandart #togetherforever #music @_michaelabels #hollywood #composer (at Indianapolis, Indiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8kGDWYASs1/?igshid=l4ugc23iavmc

[riptydecosplay]

Home from seeing Avengers: Endgame! I'd love to say all sorts of things, but for now I'm keeping quiet. Suffice to say it was amazing. Just, wow. I'm so amazed. #endgame #avengersendgame #cosplay #endgame #avengers #cosplay #captainamerica #steverogers #shield #instacosplayer #iloveditsomuch https://www.instagram.com/riptydecosplay/p/BwtYNEcjm41/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=12yh1ig4eyk2h

[dewitty1]

A beautiful story by #BradleyCooper & @ladygaga 😭😭😭😭 #NotOkayAtAll #ILovedItSoMuch #LadyGagaIsGorgeous #INeedAWholeBoxOfTissues #BawlingSoHard #AStarIsBorn #BradleyCooperIsMagnificent https://www.instagram.com/p/BovXsPfBbx6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=bddydbguupet

[tinkbooklover]

Had an amazing time at @ladiesinblackau last night!! Loved seeing you @sarahmorrisonau you were in incredible!!! #amazingshow #ilaughedicried #iloveditsomuch #ladiesinblack #regenttheatre (at Regent Theatre)

[walkerdrakewalker]

ILOVEDITSOMUCH!!👀💕 CAN'TWAITTOREADMORELOL

Savage Love Prologue

Series: Savage Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Characters: Agent Riley Brooks, Liam Rys, Drake Walker

Song Inspiration for series: Savage Love by Jawsh685 and Jason Derulo

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋🍋

Warnings: Very Lemony, so many lemons

My other stuff: Master List.

Finally, a fucking break. I cashed out my tips and waved to the manager as I got the hell out of there. I’d been deep undercover in New York City for just over a year, pretending to be a waitress in a sketchy bar on the lower east side. I had worked my way up from the public area to slinging drinks in the back room where the real shit went down.

Rico Mendez was the son of the leader of one of the biggest drug cartels on the east coast. He was my target, and I was his type. Yes, my physical attributes were the exact reason I drew this particular assignment.

Rico was young, cocky, good looking and brutal. If he hadn’t been a sociopath, we could have gotten along. His smoldering good looks and rippling abs put him firmly in the category of my physical type too. Listen, I like the bad boy vibe as much as the next girl, but I draw the line at murder and human trafficking. That’s ok, I wasn’t there to marry him, I was there to take him down. And take him down I would. Just not today.

Today was Thanksgiving and even the mob took the day off to spend with family. I had no family in the states and couldn’t blow my cover by contacting them even if I had. I wasn’t surprised that Rico hadn’t invited me home with him, he had a fiancé, and I wasn’t her. I was the side chick. It didn’t matter. She was a prop, the spoiled daughter of a wealthy business associate. He probably never talked about business around her. I got what I needed from dropping off drinks and hanging around to play a little slap and tickle. I dangled the goods in front of his face but played a damn good game of hard to get. The more his desire turned into the frustration, the sloppier he got. We were very close to a bust.

But tonight, I was free and alone in New York. It was a chance to let my hair down. I grabbed a quick shower then shimmied into an emerald green dress with a short hemline and a plunging neckline. That’ll get the boys attention, I thought with satisfaction. Yeah, it had been a while. The cat and mouse game I was playing with Rico left me a little on the frustrated side and I couldn’t risk fucking anyone else in his circle. It would blow up all my hard work and I was ready to wrap this case up. But tonight, tonight Rico was otherwise occupied, and I headed for Times Square.

I slipped into the upscale club with no issues. I knew the bouncer; I’d helped his brother out of a jam the last time I’d been in New York. The music was pounding, the dance floor crowded and the drinks flowing. You’d be surprised how many people are out on Thanksgiving. All the lonely people. I ordered a drink and was making my way back across the room when some oaf ran right into me. My drink crashed to the floor and his sloshed all over me.

“Excuse me miss, I am so sorry!”

I glanced up in annoyance then my breath caught in my chest. Holy mother of God this man was gorgeous! Hello, I think I just found my extracurricular activity for the night. Thank you sweet baby Jesus!

He started trying to dab the spot dry with his napkin but quickly realized he was touching my breasts. His hand dropped and he turned about three shades of scarlet. It was adorable. He was adorable. And hot, did I mention he was smoking hot?

I gave him a sultry smile, “Well hello tall, dark and handsome. If you wanted to touch me, you could have just come up and asked.”

I didn’t think it possible a moment before, but he turned a shade darker. “I….ah….”

“Cat got your tongue?”

He recovered, still blushing, and found his voice, “I’m sorry I was so careless, can I please buy you another drink to make up for it?”

“Oh, absolutely!” I gave him my most dazzling smile. The night just got interesting.

He glanced around, then slipped an arm around my waist and guided me to a table, he motioned a waitress over and we put in our drink order. He leaned across the table, raising his voice to be heard over the music, but I still couldn’t hear him, so I slid over in my booth and motioned for him to join me on my side of the table.

A smile lit up his face as he slid into the booth next me, dropping an arm across my shoulder as he leaned down and spoke directly into my ear, “I was saying that I’d be happy to pay for your dry cleaning as well. Again, I’m so sorry, I’m not use to such large crowds.”

Hmmm. Interesting. I raised an eyebrow, “You must not be from New York.”

He chuckled at that, “No…no, not at all.”

“Not from the states at all, are you?” I asked.

He seemed surprised, “What gave it away?”

“Your accent.” I said as I picked up the drink the server just deposited in front of me. “It’s very …. European.”

I couldn’t quite place it.

He looked away then back at me, “So how about you? Are you from New York?”

Trying to change the subject. He doesn’t want to tell me where he’s from. Even more interesting. I smiled coyly, “Oh, here and there.”

He laughed at that, and I decided that I liked his laugh. It was pure, like him. He gave me sweet and innocent vibes. But not naïve. I like a good puzzle. I like sweet and innocent. I find the act of corruption fun, fulfilling. It’s a hobby.

We flirted some more. He laughed a lot. I got the feeling he’s not use to anyone saying whatever the hell pops into their head. He seemed to find it charming. Lucky me. We still hadn’t exchanged names, which suited me fine, but it was odd. Most guys by this point want my name, phone number and a promise never to look at another man again.

We danced to Don’t Stop Believing by Journey, his arms wrapped around me, holding me close, our hips pressed together as we swayed back and forth. His eyes ran down to my lips and lower then he cleared his throat and pulled me closer. I laid my head on his shoulder and he rested his on the top of mine.

He was smart, funny and did I mention hot? So, when he mentioned wanting to see the statue of liberty, I was all over it.

“No, you can’t be serious, there’s no way! It’s 1 in the morning!” He was a little drunk, but so was I, as we stumbled along the docks.

When the ferry showed up, his mouth dropped open. Adorable, I told you. The expression on his face when he turned to me took my breath away. “How?”

“I have my ways.” I teased. I couldn’t tell him that I had connections with the Port Authority because of my ties to NYPD, homeland security and Interpol, now could I?

“No one has ever done anything like this for me before.” He looked at me like he was in love or something.

“Something told me you could use it.” I shrugged. No use getting sentimental, he’d already told me he had to fly home tomorrow (but he still hadn’t said where that was) and I was back on the clock at dawn anyway.

We saw the statue and on the way back, I decided to kiss him. On the ferry, under the moonlight, it was romantic as hell, not gonna lie. Not that I do romance. Hell no. But this wasn’t real anyway. Tomorrow I’d go back to real life. Tonight….., tonight, why the hell not? So I grabbed him by his dark, silky hair and I tugged those full, gorgeous lips down to mine and I kissed him like I meant it. I kissed him like he was everything. Because in that moment, he was.

He drew back, panting, his hands gripping my hips firmly, forehead pressed to mine as he started into my eyes like the answers to the universe were in there or something. “I don’t even know your name.”

“I don’t know yours either.” I countered.

He looked sad when he said, “I- I can’t really tell you who I am-“

“That’s ok,” I assured him, “But I have to call you something.” I thought for a moment then said, “I know! You’re just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit. So I'll call you Detroit!”

That pulled a laugh from him and eased some of the sorrow that had fallen across his features.

“What should I call you?”

I considered that for a moment and settled on something nearby, “Brooklyn!”

He laughed, “Ok then, Brooklyn, what a lovely name.” He took my hand in his and rained kissed all over it. I mean, who does that? Again, adorable!

When the ferry docked, I grabbed his hand and said, “Come on Detroit.”

“Where are we going?” He laughed as he followed me.

“Oh, I’m not sure.” I stopped walking and he stumbled into me, “Where’s your hotel?”

“Oh, I- I wasn’t expecting- I mean, you don’t have to-“ I shut him up with a kiss.

“Oh, believe me, I want to! Now shut up and take me to your room!”

We made our way back to his hotel, stumbling, laughing and all over each other. We found ourselves alone in the elevator, so I shoved him back against the wall and pressed myself against him. He moaned in response, his arms going around me, hands digging into my ass. I ground myself into him, feeling his length hard against me. I threw my head back and guided his down to bury in my cleavage. His hands slid back up my body to grasp my back as he pulled me in tighter, nuzzling between my breasts.

Ding! The elevator door slid open and we pulled apart, breathless, me adjusting my dress back into place. The hemline had ridden up and the neckline was askew. He reached his hand between his legs to adjust things then murmured a hurried “excuse us” as he slipped an arm around me and pulled me past a group of giggling college kids.

We were all over each other again before we made it to his room. He fumbled for the key card while trying to keep his lips on mine the entire time. Finally, the door opened and we tripped through it. He kicked it shut behind him as he struggled out of his shirt, lips still locked on mine.

I stifled a giggle at his desperation and pulled back a little to whisper, “Slow down Detroit, we have all night, I’m not going anywhere.”

He let go of me as he lifted one leg off the ground, barley maintaining his balance while pulling at his shoe, “How do I know this isn’t all a dream and if I blink, I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone?”

I giggled again. Oh, this one was fun. I swayed my hips and started doing a little strip tease. He froze, leg in the air, one shoe off, one shoe on, mouth hanging open as I peeled the dress off my body.

“Shit!” He lost his balance and hit the floor.

“Are you ok?” I asked in alarm.

“Fine! I’m fine!” He grumbled as he climbed back to his feet, “Nothing hurt but my pride.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment.” I said, spinning to give him a full view of the lacy bra and panty set I was wearing.

“You should.” He said, eyes wide. “I think I’m going to sit down, just to be safe.”

He plunked himself into a chair and finished removing his shoes and socks then he stood and made his over to me.

When he made a move to embrace me, I danced out of his reach, just for fun. “If you want me, come and get me!”

“What?” He asked as laughter erupted out of him.

I gave him my most seductive smirk then took off across the room. He barely hesitated before he dashed after me. I ran toward the bed and leapt onto it, intending to shoot off the other side but he launched himself after me and tackled me to the mattress. I shrieked with laughter as he pulled my body toward him and flipped me over.

Staring up into his eyes I purred, “Well you caught me, what are you going to do about it, huh?”

He paused for a bare moment to stare down into my eyes then he lowered his head and his lips trailed everywhere. I was splayed out on the bed under him, arms stretched up by my head. He pinned my arms to the bed as his mouth made its way along my neck, across a shoulder and down to slide across my harden nipple through the lacy fabric of my bra. I arched up into him.

He had to let go of my arms to remove my bra. I used the opportunity to unbutton his pants. I sat up a little so the bra would slide off easier then I shoved at his pants and underwear. He released me to step off the bed and let them fall to the floor, then he kicked them casually aside and pushed his fingers under the waistband of my panties, now the only article of clothes left between us. I eased my hips up a little so he could rip them off me. His impatience was palpable. I liked it, I felt a warm gush of wetness at my center. I grabbed his hand and guided it between my legs, “See what you’ve done, you naughty boy?”

His head fell back and a guttural moan issued from the back of his throat, “Fuck me!” He hissed.

“Oh, I intend to.” I quipped as I wrapped both legs around his waist and used them to pull him back toward me.

He collapsed forward, catching himself with his arms so that his full weight didn’t fall on me at once. So thoughtful.

He stared down at me and I looked up at him, I ran my tongue across my lips invitingly. I felt him shudder under my touch as I ran my hands along the muscles of his back. I gave another tug with my legs and whispered in his ear, “Now fuck me like you mean it.”

“Oh my god!” He groaned. Maybe he wasn’t used to woman talking dirty to him, but he seemed to like it so I decided he needed a little more.

I ran my hand through his hair, then I tightened my grip around a good handful of it so I could pull his head down to mine. I brought my mouth to his ear and let out a trickle of breath, just to tease him a little. He shivered. Making sure my voice was breathy so he continued to get the full effect of my warm exhales tickling his ear, I whispered, “Come on baby, I want to feel you inside me right now. I want that hard cock of yours sliding in and out of me, I want to feel you cum inside of me. Fuck me, now!”

“Stop,” he whimpered, “or I’m going to cum before I even make it that far."

But I’m nothing if not relentless, “Then you better hurry.” I lifted my hips up and he slid inside of me.

His thrusts quickly became frantic, “Oh fuuuuuck, you feel so fucking good!”

“Mmmm.” It was the best response I could give in the moment. He smelled amazing and as he picked up speed, and began to perspire, his scent intensified, it was almost enough to send me over the edge all by itself. No one has the right to smell that good.

I thrust up into him, my fingers digging into his ass to propel him on. I could feel every nerve ending in my body at that moment. I rubbed myself against him as he buried himself in me over and over again until my vision blurred and the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had crashed over me causing me to cry out then I bit down on his shoulder, hard.

I felt him pulsing inside me as he collapsed on top of me. He rolled off of me but then pulled me back to him to shower kisses along my neck and across my shoulders.

“That was amazing, you’re amazing! Thank you for the most amazing night of my life!” He grinned at me like he had just won the lottery or something.

I giggled. That was just the post orgasmic bliss talking. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.” I told him.

His gaze grew serious, and he whispered, “I should tell you who I really am-“

“No.” I put my finger across his lips, “This is enough. We both have obligations to return to tomorrow, just let tonight be what it is, a perfect interlude.”

Several emotions slid through his eyes, but his only response was to whisper, “Spend the night? Sleep with me?”

I mean, why not? I was never going to see him again anyway.

[almosttomorocco]

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Friday got me like thissss. Let's do the work so we can play later. Allons-y! . . . . . . #fangirlfriday #fangirl #goodmorning #goodmorningpost #thorragnarok #iloveditsomuch😍 #chrishemsworth #thor

[itsjosephbitchs]

The end of the Victoria's Secret show ! ✨💕💁🏻It was so cool !!!#vsfashionshow2016 #grandpalais #theend #awesome #glittereverywhere #iloveditsomuch #toobaditsfinishedallready (à Grand Palais)

[andrez4buen0]

Saudadeeeeeee 😢😢 #trip #floripa #juntamento #iloveditsomuch #nexttrip #cheganatal