Do the sexy face babe 🤤

god bless my autistic husbands <3

ib: 💌

my top 5 george hair looks cus I’m bored

1. 1967, no explanation needed.

2. 1970, because he looks so fucking awesome and beautiful and slay and cunt and and and

3. 1965, he looks so boyfriend here I LOVED WHEN HE’D WEAR T SHIRTS WITH THIS HAIR

4. 1986, dilf. dilf. dilf. dilf.

5. 1995, which is like 1970 but he’s older and he’s just. ugh. I love old man george sm

To expand on this thought… NSFW

Sucking Miguel off while he’s manspreading on the couch. His long fingers in your hair, grasping the back of your head and pulling you down onto him. Drooling and gasping on his dick. Whining when it’s all too much and he grins, letting your head come up for air, watching your eyes flutter as you catch your breath. “Show me you love it, baby…” He husks, adjusting his fingers against your scalp and shuddering when you plant soft suckling kisses to the underside, up to his needy tip. His thumb caressing your cheek as you do it. Clenching his jaw and trying not to burst all over your pretty face. You looking in his dark eyes the whole time. Painting drool on your lips with his dick like lip gloss and kissing all the spots that make him groan and moan. Pushing up on your knees, your elbows on his thighs, sinking your plush lips down him. Hearing him gasp and sigh, his big hands running over your neck and shoulder blades and pushing your hair around to get it out of the way. “Oh you’re such a good girl…” He groans in a breathless whisper, making your pussy ache for him. Holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and bucking his hips up into your sweet soft mouth. Shaky hands on his thick thighs spread around you, squeezing your nails into his skin whenever he’s pushing too deep or hard. His head thrown back on the couch, looking down to keep watching you, getting harder every time he watches himself slip back into your mouth. Knowing no one else can have you like this. No one else can have what’s his. Your pink plush lips, eagerness to please, and big glossy eyes looking right up at him like you’re begging for something. He sits up more, feeling his release coming, building, his abdomen tensing and thighs threatening to close around you. Growling soft and murmuring whimpers of praise over you. His sweet girl sucking him so well. “Baby.” He’d sigh, one leg hooking around the back of your neck, pulling you closer and keeping you there, your hands wrapped around those thick thighs of his as he spurts in your mouth, on your tongue, down your throat.

All day, everyday, in the shower, in the bed, on the counter, in the pool, in the front garden, in the back garden, in the morning, in the night, in the car, in a restaurant or bar bathroom, doggy style, missionary, anal, on the fridge, on a piano, in the studio, I actually don’t give a fuck

Currently thinking of middle aged Isaac with white strands of hair and I’m losing my sanity here.

As I was saying a few days ago, he’s never beating the most devastatingly good looking side profile I’ve ever seen on a man allegations

All I need is one chance Ewan, pretty please I don’t want anything else

Phil Lester is a super graphic ultramodern girl like me fr send tweet

Aaron is so supportive when you have to do recorded assignments/speeches/interviews! He knows how nervous you get and while he can’t exactly relate currently, he once dealt with anxiety about speaking when he was younger too. He helps you through breathing exercises and lets you know that he can be with you or out of the house so you aren’t heard if needed. He’s so proud of you once it’s over with and definitely gets you a lil treat for being so brave. He’s literally your biggest fan and scoops you up for a huge hug after it’s over <3

☹️💓💓💕💞💞🥹 you're exactly right. aaron gives the best pep talks - you should believe in yourself, he believes in you (always, even when you don't), you have so much to offer and any place would be extremely lucky to have you. he should know, out of all people, because he has you 🥹

he knows all the tricks to calm you down and settle your nerves. whether it's continuing to give you those reassurances, giving your hand a squeeze, helping you prep and making sure you feel ready. and aaron sharing his own experiences, confirms you aren't alone. he understands where you're coming from and how you're feeling 🥺

and omg as much as i would love for him to be near, i can't have anyone hearing me LOL so i personally would send him out 😭 but when it's over and he's returned 🥹 he brings said treat, UGH he’s embracing you sooo tightly and mumbling into your skin how proud he is, and if it doesn't work out - it simply wasn't meant to be, that's not where you're supposed to be, and you're just one step closer to finding it 🥺

jacob wysocki purchasing a punk band and performing with them. jacob are you free tomorrow night because im free tomorrow night if you’re free tomorrow night

I am so unwell

sunghoon sunghoon sunghoon sunghoon sunghoon sunghoon sunghoon sunghoon sunghoon sunghoon sunghoon sunghoon

Please

challengers but it's me and these two PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Unstoppable Connection

𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗒𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾: 𝗁𝗂𝗂𝗂𝗂𝗂 , trent🫠💭 Comments are respectful and helpfu𝗅🤝🏻❤️‍🩹

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖳𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿��𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎...

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗅𝖽 × 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

⋆

The metallic tang of burnt rubber lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of the screeching halt that had upended your life. You stared out the window of Trent's Range Rover, the familiar sight of Melwood, Liverpool's training ground, now a painful reminder of what you couldn't do. "Penny for your thoughts?" Trent's voice, usually laced with playful Scouse, was soft, cautious. He'd been your rock since the accident, his usual cheeky grin replaced with a quiet strength that both comforted and frustrated you. You forced a smile, hating the concern etched on his handsome features. "Just thinking how weird it is to see Melwood from this side of the fence." He chuckled, the sound a little forced, but you appreciated the effort. "Missing your daily dose of bossing me around on the pitch?"You scoffed, but a genuine smile tugged at your lips. Meeting Trent on the pitch had been a happy accident. He'd been drawn to your fiery spirit, your refusal to back down, even against a Premier League star. And you? You'd fallen for his talent, his dedication, and the surprisingly goofy humor he hid beneath his superstar persona. "Don't worry, Alexander-Arnold," you shot back, your voice regaining some of its usual bite. "I'll be back to my winning streak soon enough. You just focus on not getting complacent without me there to keep you on your toes."

He reached over, his hand finding yours, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin. "Listen," he began, his voice serious, "I know this is beyond frustrating. Believe me, seeing you stuck at home while I'm out there… it's killing me."You squeezed his hand, his touch a lifeline in the sea of frustration threatening to drown you. "I know, Trent. It's just… everything feels so damn impossible right now. Walking, showering, even just reaching for the remote feels like climbing Mount Everest." He pulled into his usual parking spot, but didn't let go of your hand. "Hey, we'll tackle this together, yeah? One physio session, one step, one ridiculously bad joke at a time." He flashed you a goofy grin, and you couldn't help but laugh.

The next few months were a blur of hospital visits, physiotherapy sessions that left you feeling more like a rusty robot than a human, and endless days spent confined within the four walls of your shared flat. Your usual boundless energy was replaced by a gnawing frustration that often morphed into anger, leaving you feeling like a pressure cooker about to explode. One evening, after a particularly brutal physio session, the dam broke. You collapsed onto the sofa, tears streaming down your face. "I'm never going to be the same, Trent," you sobbed, the words ripped from the depths of your despair. "I'll never play again, never run, never…" He was instantly by your side, pulling you into his arms, his embrace a haven of warmth and strength. "Don't you dare finish that sentence," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You're strong, you're stubborn, and you're twice the fighter I am on my best day. This is a setback, love, a bloody annoying one, but we'll get through it. We'll smash those physio sessions, we'll laugh at my terrible jokes, and when you're back on your feet, stronger than ever, we'll celebrate. We'll go to Santorini, just like we talked about. Sun, sea, and maybe a cheeky kickabout on the beach, yeah?" His words, filled with such unwavering belief, such love, sparked a flicker of hope in the darkness. You clung to him, drawing strength from his embrace. He was right. This wasn't the end. It was just the beginning of a long, arduous journey back to yourself. And with Trent by your side, his hand in yours, you knew you could face anything.

-------------------------------------------- ᵍˡᵒˢˢʸᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ💌

BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES BITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITESBITES

Wanna hump my pillow and cum so bad I'm so horny. I need to rub my tdick against it so badly. I whine and moan whenever I hump them. They feel so good. My mind gets all fuzzy and I can't even think about anything but my dick. Fucking and humping into that pillow without no care about anything. Loudly whining and whimpering. Slowing my hips down and grinding into it. Fuck I need it so bad.