#love these boys sm

[dragonsaltartales]

Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈

[trespassart]

lil wip for my ghostsoap fans because i don’t know if/when ill finish this 😔

[httpiastri]

as a norwegian, i can’t tell if i’m jealous or if i hate you… also can’t tell if i should vote for OUR boys (they’re not yours <3) or someone else because there’s like no other interesting songs this year

THEYRE ON RN AS IM TYPING SHDJDHDJ I DIDNT KNOW THEY WERE GONNA GO FIRST 😭 but uh yeah i get what you mean but we didn't steal them, they wanted to come here bcs we love them so much <3333 we're taking good care of them and in return maybe u can vote for us? no? 🥰

[nerdyneko6373]

ahhhhh bokuto!!

pfft lol kuroo looks so smug about it too

Happy (belated) Birthday Bokuto!! 💛

[batbrainrot]

he's just a little guy

The Boy Wonder (2024) #2 by Juni Ba

[ssongsboo]

aaahhhh im soso excited for the 8turn comeback i cant wait anymoreeee

[lavenderr-starrs]

Splinter is powerful bro the shit I’d let them get away with if they gave me that face istg

They could blow up a country and turn around and give me that face and I’d just instantly forgive them and take them to get pizza, they probably had their reason!!! XDDD

Splinter doesn't meditate 24/7 for spiritual refinement, he does it to build up immunity to the turtles' guilty faces

Mikey's his toughest opponent💀

[angelcakegf]

I love when guys moan like a bitch in heat like yes baby louder for me

[rayveneyed]

sukuna ryomen is somewhat of an infamous bachelor.

it’s not surprising to see him with a new beau every few months, if not weeks — almost trope-like in their frequency, his image bouncing between playboy and manwhore. he doesn’t take it personally, and he makes sure to let people know: he’s young and sexy and he has two oscars, for fuck’s sake, so he thinks the world can cut him some slack when he wants to mess around. and mess around he does.

between obvious paparazzi shots of panties tucked badly into his back pocket, and instagram posts with fellow actors and models pressed tightly against his chest, most are divided between thinking it’s either damn good pr, or a simple man living a life most would wish for. regardless, nobody is surprised when sukuna arrives alone at the mugler show for paris fashion week, and leaves with someone on his arm.

the only thing that came as a bolt from the blue was that it was you hanging from him.

the photos are undeniable, a story in parts; sukuna finding his seat in the front row, you on one side and kendall jenner on his other. his eyes drifting from the models to your face, as if taking a clandestine peek. you, meeting his underhanded gaze with a smile as sweet as spun sugar — and, gasp, sukuna returning it. the display is so out of character for him it feels almost voyeuristic to see it plastered all over twitter.

you, with your vintage, girl-next-door-esque image, big hair and big eyes and demure, calf-length hems, a voice that evokes the memory of helen forrest or ella fitzgerald. him, with his smudged eyeliner and tattoos and all-black attire, persistently typecasted as the panty-dropping bad-boy or devil-smiled brute. it shouldn’t work. for all intents and purposes, he should be spotted with a new supermodel the next week, leaving you in the dust of his philandering. most expect it, wait for the other boot to drop — expect an album of heartbreak from you, but—

a month passes. and another, and another. and suddenly sukuna ryomen, notorious rake, is photographed backstage at your shows. suddenly there’s an anklet hanging from your ankle, his initials in garnet. it’s early morning paparazzi pictures of you both in sweatpants and hoodies — yours, suspiciously oversized — one of his hands engulfing yours, the other holding a bag of takeout from a local breakfast spot, a lit cigarette in his mouth. hickies on your neck and a shit-eating grin on sukuna’s face. candid snaps taken at intimately sized parties, with his chin hooked over your shoulder and his large hands cupping your stomach. tiktoks of you both on the red carpet in the background of somebody else’s interview, sukuna leaning in close to brush an eyelash from your cheek.

neither of you confirm anything, but then — you don’t need to, do you?

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike meets Jeremy Fitzgerald

[unreal-unearthing]

Dead boy detectives is just Edwin and the bad bitches he pulled by being weird and autistic.

[danibee33]

[dawnarrii]

I am just a fool to keep on chasing after nothing great You are just a fool to keep pretending that you're loving me

[girlnut]

"boys will be boys" yeah boys will whine like a pup in heat while their pretty cock gets edged and overstimulated by a pretty girl over n over again until they cant take it anymore. boys will be boys though

[constantlyfalling]

He stayed under there for 45 minutes (look at my son)

[yuiiiriii]

yuuta is sensitive. Everything you do has him a flushing mess in seconds.

The way your soft lips connect with his own, gentle yet so passionate. He subconsciously groans whenever you two kiss. His brows pulled together, hands either fisted or gripping your waist.

When your arms snake around his waist to give him a bone crushing hug, his whole body is buzzing with butterflies, he thinks he might throw one up.

Or how your hands grace the hair on the nape of his neck when you guys are making out. He adores the way your lips feel against his neck. Sucking marks and bites all along it, Addams apple bobbing with every lick you leave on his pale skin. He wears his love bites proudly even though you protest to cover them up.

But god does he love when you’re in between his legs. Where he’s the most sensitive of them all.

He breaks into a sweat, panting, face hot as you litter kisses on his inner thighs. His legs involuntarily jumping when you suck marks. Yuuta wears the same expression always. He almost looks as if he’s in pain but you know exactly what that face means. He tries so so hard to conceal his noises once you engulf him in your warm tight mouth. His head thrown back as he melts into the couch.

“Feels—hah—good.” He musters out and you hum, the vibrations further stimulating his cock. Your tongue licking the underside of his lengthy dick as you take him deeper. Your nose hitting his pelvis, he gasps. His hands, rake through your hair.

“Yes, baby, yes.” He whines out.

He’s so fucked out, his mind mush. He lets out the prettiest moan ever when you massage his balls, even going far as to suck them. He whines, his hips bucking into your hand as you suck and suck. Releasing them with a pop, his tongue is practically out of his mouth, panting even harder as he grows closer to his release.

“Mouth honey, please.” He whimpers, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when you comply. You don’t give him time to breathe, taking him in fully.

“F-Fuck! can’t—m’s-sorry!” He moans, his hands gripping your hair tightly. Holding you in place as fucks his dick into your mouth. You gag and the second your throat constricts around him he’s shooting his load into your mouth, hips stuttering as he fucks out his high. Desperate whines and whimpers leaving his mouth.

“Oh baby.” He moans out, coming down from his high. You pull off of him, opening your mouth to show him you took all of it. He chews on his lips. Reaching down to catch just a dribble of his cum with his thumb, shoving it in your mouth.

“You’re so perfect.” He huffs out, eyes lidded as you suck his thumb. You rest your head on his thigh, hands feeling his toned body greedily.

Yuuta was sensitive, especially when it came to you.

© yuiiiriii