Ne0n-c4t - Neon

Shhhh… it’s okay, we’ll fix you right up.

kissing a boys neck from behind. hands on his waist. pulling his ass against you. listening to his breathing get louder as you slide a hand up his shirt and a hand down his pants

YOU GUYS NEED TO STOP CLAGGOR WAS HOT IN ACT 1 S1 AND HES HOT IN S2. HES ALWAYS BEEN HOT. STOP IT.

computer show me men with wet spots in their underwear. men making a mess in their boxers. men gasping and panting. men pressing their thighs together. men with trembling hands and sweat beading on their neck. men with warm, sweet skin between their thighs. men twitching. computer. computer can you hear me.

Never related to anything more.

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

A Choso who's on top and is babbling nonesense about "being a good boy" and "am I making you feel good? Please tell me I am" into your neck while whimpering desperately.

Tasty.

I LOVE THIS MAN

»𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 || Stanford Pines ||

Request:

Ford never considered himself lucky, Highschool was miserable though he owed a lot to Stan to help him get through it and he knew he still needed to keep apologizing to his brother knowing he was partially responsible for the fall out.

And then he met you, his soulmate, the love of his life lying here in his arms.

It was a quiet day, Summer was slowly fading into Fall. The days were getting colder and you seemed to be enjoying being in his ams more as you let your head rest on his chest.

With a smile on his lips the let your finger weave through his hand. While your hand was smaller than his own it still was a perfect fit in your eyes despite the extra finger.

Though to you, to you that was just a bonus because he would always wrap the extra digit around your palm.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Peering up at him, a smile graced formed on your face as you brought his hand your lips as you gave the palm a kiss. "I am."

Sighing, Ford sunk into the couch more as tugged you closer to his chest. "Good."