#thisssssss

[mjfass]

“I think we’re headed on a path where it’s like... a couple of Wrestlemanias down the road, the main event is gonna be Logan Paul vs. Mr. Beast. What is the wrestling acumen? How many miles have they put into it? It’s like, does it matter?” — Kenny Omega

[hylemorph]

[moonlightfrogsandkisses]

at work and I should be thinking about my tasks but all my brain can focus on is. Wille canonically calls Simon the love of his life.

[sieglinde-freud]

i have so much to say about the future past but to give my raw reaction to every single line of dialogue would be spamming the fuck out of my blog again so i’ll probably just make a really long vent about it later but for now all i need to say is: ending it on the gayest note between these two??? jesus christ. im himejoshing the fuck out you guys. god. GOD.

[ladykyriaa]

FUCK

[yepthatsacowalright]

[mattsunism]

cant stop thinking about puppy dog kageyama who’s always so eager to please and make sure ur satisfied. like he’ll go down on you multiple times a day just because he loves the way you tighten your thighs around his face every time he gets that one sweet spot of yours and how you taste <3 he gets off on the way you call out his name as you come and he hasnt even TOUCHED himself

[vvamp3]

felix having a thing for marking

'oh, you like that?'

the moans leaving the boys mouth were more than indicators enough, your question spoken out of no use; yet, you simply couldn't help yourself, had to tease the man who's neck you were buried into, sucking and biting new bruises onto existant ones, licking over the flushed skin, over the mere agressively red and purple spots. your tongue grazed over this one spot, this particular one, you knew had felix's thoughts spiral, had him lose all his senses - and you weren't wrong. the man nothing but lost his remaining composure, the little one he had left, his nude body squirming in such a beautiful way you'd stare at it all day, his flexed torso arching towards you, marked up chest meeting yours; yours, which looked no different, had the same colors on them like a painted canvas, abstract flowers and hearts grazing your skin. you smirked to yourself just thinking about it, how your boyfriend was grinding against the mattress mere seconds ago, at the thought of covering all and every inch of you as his, his teeth sucking in your flesh anew, never getting enough of his ministrations, never having enough bruises plastered across your skin. the same moans were leaving his body then, when his wet tongue licked your figure, places he knew you were most sensitive, until he followed with more bites, more sucking and nibbling. and now that it was his turn, his turn to be covered up in colors as sinful as one can imagine, you didn't think you could ever get enough.