Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
i like it when a man has broad shoulders.
his shirts are always pulled taut around that area and your hands can slide from his neck, over his shoulders and down his arms for ages. he looks strong and safe and he feels like it too, because his hugs are literally the best and are so tight that it feels like he’s squeezing the air out of you without even as much as trying to.
when he’s on top of you, pushing all the love that he harbours for you into you without stop and in a much different way than a hug ever could, he hides you entirely from view from how big he is even if there’s no one there to witness what you’re doing late at night or early in the morning.
his back is hunched, and yet he’s still just as wide and powerful as before. he pounds into you and you scratch and bite in response; repeatedly dragging your nails and sinking your teeth into those broad shoulders of his in attempt to survive all that raw strength, but it’s no use.
all you can do is hold on.