Rupi Kaur
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That’s deep. Damn.
please reblog this if it is okay to anonymously confess something to you.
Chris Evans behind the scenes of the May 2016 Rolling Stone shoot
here’s an idea- dom!sonny making you lie down on your stomach to fuck you, not caring about your pleasure, but there’s friction between the floor and your clit and you get off anyway ~
OHHHHH YESSSS and you even cum before him which in reality hes so fucking happy and hello praise kink but he acts all mad and has to give you a spanking asdfghjkl FUCK
Oh my God yes.
“In my personal experience, women raise their voices because they feel like they aren’t being listened to. Men raise their voices because they feel like they aren’t being obeyed”
I want this tattooed on my face
Hitting that reblog button hard and fast
Hc for sleeping with Mike? Cf!au
– Mike is passionate, but sweet. He can’t seem to keep his hands or mouth off of you. Kissing you, feeling you up and leaving no part of you untouched.
– He’s the least likely to fuck you somewhere other than the bed.
– Every time is treated like it’ll be the last. He slowly undresses you, pulls your legs over his shoulders and eats you out. You never come just once with him because he feels like if he can’t make you feel good then there’s no point.
– He cages you in with his body, each thrust slow but deep and hard, making you slide up the bed a little. Every sound you make is music to his hats.
– Love love loves you in pretty lingerie.
– On the rare occasion that you ride him, he holds you up with a firm grip on your waist and fucks you like that with his feet planted on the bed for leverage.
– Afterwards, he stays with you and holds you through the night.
hello fanfic legend! I love your work and if you feel inclined I would love to submit a prompt: nuzzling your face into someone’s hand (or neck) with sonny!!! canon or AU! Thanks for sharing your stuff with us 🚕🙏
Canon Sonny! Thank you for your kind words xx //
As soon as he collapses into bed, hair still wet from his speed shower, you cuddle into Sonny’s side. He pulls you close and kisses the top of your head while you bury your face in the crook of his neck. Traces of his cologne mingled with his body wash on his skin. Nothing makes you feel safer or more secure than moments like this.
“How was work?” you ask.
“It was a rough one, doll.”
His voice matches his words, dark, thick with pain, and more than anything, exhausted. You don’t ask him to talk about it because you know he will when he’s ready. Instead you do the best thing you can: hold onto him and not leave when he starts to shake with sobs.
SVU addict 