What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

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What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you
THE AB PRINT THROUGH HIS SHIRT??? I am gonna have a heart attack
abdulmanap:
m-1 isu (ref from his mansour fight) euuuuuuuu😓 ksw ddp next because oomfie wanted it
UFC 302 Islam Portrait :-)
haha this took longer than expected… life’s hard as a chud who’s busy n lazy atst 😔
In my delulu dreams, this is how he lies in bed with me :)
put the gun down isu 😭
the p4p king
His old videos make my heart churn💔💔💔
miss u
bunny islam cuz hes always staring at nothing like a bunny ᙏ̤̫
༯ Overtrained and underfucked Islam who comes home late again- brows furrowed, the line of his jaw clenched tight, exhaustion written into every slow drag of his feet across the floor. His shirt's wrinkled, stained with sweat, and he doesn't even take off his trainers before he drops his gymbag and sighs like the whole world's been resting on his shoulders. His gaze lands on you like it's the only good thing about today. "You still awake?" he asks, already tugging his shirt off of him.
༯ Overtrained and underfucked Islam who isn't needy, not exactly, but his body aches in more ways than one. Aches for you. Aches to feel something soft after a week of sharp edges. He kisses you deeper than usual, hungrier, his hands rougher where they slide beneath your shirt like he's grounding himself in the warmth of your skin. "Missed you," he mutters against your mouth, low and breathless, already pushing you toward the bedroom. "Don't want to think tonight. Just need to feel you."
༯ Overtrained and underfucked Islam who ruts into you like he's trying to fuck the stress out of his system. Slow at first, but it doesn't take long for his control to fray. His grip tightens. His pace stutters. He groans low in his throat when you moan for him, his mouth dragging along your shoulder. "Couldn't stop thinking about you, about this." he mutters, fucking into you harder, deeper, like it's the only thing keeping him sane.
༯ Overtrained and underfucked Islam who gets desperate with it. Who moans when you clench around him and presses his forehead to yours, breathing heavy. “Too long,” he says. “Too long without this.” His fingers find your clit and rub tight little circles like he needs to feel you cum—needs to hear you break apart under him, just to remind himself that some things are still good. Still his.
༯ Overtrained and underfucked Islam who finishes deep, arms locked around you, panting like he ran a marathon. But he doesn’t move. Just stays pressed close, breath warming your skin, cock softening inside you while his fingers lazily stroke your thigh. “I'm sorry,” he murmers after a beat, voice quiet. “I was gone so long” and when you tell him you it's okay—when you kiss his jaw and say you missed him too—he looks at you like he doesn’t deserve your kindness. Like he wants to spend the whole night proving how much he does.
BABY KHABIB WITH THE ULTIMATE KAVKAZ BOY HAIRCUT COME BACKK
HE WAS SO FUNNY WITH THIS HAIRCUT
ooommmggggg Islam is sooo hot when he bites his lip
Too pink!!!
pls i love this clip of him😫 the winking and that damn smirk
- Two years.
En primer lugar, escribo esto rogando que no te levantes nuevamente de la cama a brindarme el riesgo de que veas la sorpresa. De hecho, pensaba que te enterarías luego de esto pero bueno, jamás puedo sorprenderte sin algún previo aviso. Ya somos así.
Vengo semanas anticipando las palabras, juntando cantidad de emociones en una burbuja para poder explotarlas aquí. Créeme, si no la soltaba hoy mismo explotaba por su cuenta.
Yendo al punto, amor mío, estoy sumamente feliz de que hoy día, a dos años del 19 de marzo de 2017, seguimos acá, juntos y con más ganas de estarlo que nunca. Hemos logrado tanto juntos, tantas cosas que hemos evolucionado de nosotros, tantos momentos que atravesamos de los cuales aprendimos.. es impresionante. Siempre pensé que te ibas a cansar de mí, que quizá te aburrías y reconforta saber que es todo lo contrario.
¿Recuerdas cómo estabas ese día en donde acepté estar juntos? Hasta a mí me comían los nervios, puedo reconocer que fue la única vez que te sorprendiste sin saber nada antes.
Bebé, es que simplemente no puedo describir lo mucho que causas en mí. Todo el tiempo rondas en mi cabeza, siempre me pregunto, le pregunto a la nada, cómo es que fui tan afortunado como para llegar a conocerte. Te vi ahi, tan solito, tan chistoso y con tanto para impresionarme que simplemente supe que eras con quien quería estar el resto de mi vida. Sigo firme con respecto a eso.
Cada día que pasa, cada minuto que gasto pensando en tu existencia es mágico porque, por más que suene hiper cursi, parece algo sobrenatural el bien que me transmites. Me pregunto si alguien puede llegar a sentir tanto amor como el que siento por ti.
Esta podría ser una carta normal, como las que hago siempre, en donde expreso todo lo que me gusta de ti, pero sin querer terminé contandote cómo es que creo tan irreal lo mucho que te amo; hasta cualquiera podría pensar que fumé marihuana por todo lo que planteo, ok.
En fin, estoy muy agradecido por todo lo que causas en mí, amor. Es hermoso sentir lo que siento, es hermoso estar enamorado de alguien con tanta luz como la tienen tus ojos que, por cierto, son los que iluminan todo mi camino y me ayudan a seguir caminando; de lo contrario, sin ellos seguiría perdido, buscando un rumbo sin sentido.
Ojalá seamos eternos.
“Un hilo rojo invisible conecta a aquellos que están destinados a encontrarse, sin importar tiempo, lugar o circunstancias. El hilo se puede estirar o contraer, pero nunca romper.”