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[huiracha]

(240719) CHK CHK BOOM ♡ BANG CHAN

[dinlegitsin-asikan]

Rasgele partner, rasgele şarkı,ve anlık koreografi 💃🕺🎶

[spacesapphi]

My favorite character, the shame 😁

[pizgif]

[rebouks]

Little sisters are so annoying fun.. 🙃

[hillyhindi]

me before the doctor who premiere: im going to be on my best behavior and act professional 🤓

me at the doctor who premiere: 👇🕺🎉🤪

[sunflowerinc]

“I’m gay” “I’m straight” well I’m an object in motion I’ve lost all emotion my two legs are broken but look at me dance

[astrangetorpedo]

this is so djskalsadjsj

[st-hedge]

PSA: if u want to view posts which have been marked as mature with the community labels, there is a setting u need to enable in your account settings which u can’t find on the iOS app (not sure about android) so u need to access it on desktop

[anonduck07]

Guess who can't afford F1 merch?

[maccahazza]

CLUB RENDEZVOUS

70s Tim and Hawk

Jealous Hawk and Tim?

Hawk’s eyes haven’t left Tim’s sight. It’s naive to think an attractive man like his Tim wouldn’t be hit on tonight. It’s still shocking to him how Tim has changed. It’s been 11 years since he’s seen him and he looks like a completely different person.

The first moment he saw Tim in the house, he knew he was fucked. The way his flannel clung to his body, outlining the toned muscles on his arms and torso, he must’ve grown all that muscle during his time in prison. That mustache — Hawk hated mustaches — but Tim, he made them look… sexy. Tim also looked less pale, had a slight tan, which only made Hawk picture himself running his tongue along the skin of his legs, torso, neck, and arms.

“Let’s dance,” Craig says, trying to grab his arm to pull him onto the dance floor. “I wanna dance!”

“I’m staying right here,” Hawk says sternly. He needs to keep an eye out for Tim who’s having a blast dancing against every man out there. “You go.”

Craig rolls his eyes, annoyed at the fact that Hawke couldn’t let his ex-lover go. “He doesn’t want you anymore,” he spitefully adds before turning around to join everyone else on the floor.

If that were the case he wouldn’t be here right now, Hawk smugly thinks to himself. No matter how many times he unintentionally hurt or betrayed Tim, he knew the younger man would always come back for more. That’s the way it always was between them.

Hawk’s smug smirk quickly disappears when he sees Tim locking lips with some jackass. He sees the man’s hands crawling down to Tim’s ass, gripping him tightly. Bastard probably made him moan, he thinks. Only I— He cuts himself off when he watches how Tim pulls the man closer, kissing him more ravishingly, as if there were no fucking tomorrow.

Hawk stands up from the chair, his gaze dark and intense, and walks up to Tim and the man.

“Sorry, he’s with me,” Hawk says, his eyes burning into the man who was touching Tim. “I suggest you find someone else.”

“No—” Tim says. “I’m not with him.” He tries to pull the man back into his arms but Hawk interferes and pulls Tim to him instead.

“Why are you being like this, Skippy?” Hawkins asks in that low, seductive voice that happens to mesmerize Tim at any second.

“Aren’t you with Craig?” Tim says weakly, already feeling himself crumble under Hawk’s touch. No matter how many times he tries to resist, he can’t. “He said… that you told him he’s the best you’ve had.”

Hawk laughs. “I say that to every fuck I’ve had.”

“Even me?” Tim asks, his voice sounding hurt. Hawkins could see it all over his face.

“Of course not, Tim.”

Hawk sees Tim turn his head to meet Craig’s gaze. Tim is staring at him, as if he wants to murder him, and Craig isn’t helping by shooting smirks towards him.

“Don’t pay attention to him.”

“I’m not,” Tim says with a scoff. “I couldn’t care less about him. I know how much you prefer brunettes, anyway.”

Hawk laughs because it’s true. “That’s why I fell in—” He stops himself after he realizes what he was about to say. “Let’s get away from here.”

“I was really enjoying my company before you told him to go away,” Tim retorts. “Maybe I should just go home with him instead.”

Hawk clenches his jaw, immediately recalling that time when Tim confessed he kissed a man, saying how that man wanted him. He remembers how much he wanted to go find the man who kissed Tim and choke him, throw him in a headlock for touching what was his.

“No.”

“No, what?” Tim challenges.

“No, you’re not going home with anyone else but me.”

Tim smiles because he knows he’s gained some control over Hawk. “Why is that?”

Hawk leans into Tim’s ear and whispers, “because you. are. mine.”

Tim closes his eyes and shudders at Hawk’s voice, at his breath blowing against his ear. “I’m yours?”

“Mhm. You’re learning. Again.”

Tim leans his head into the nape of Hawk’s neck. “Need you,” he confesses, sounding like a helpless, needy man without an ounce of dignity in him.

Hawk grins and starts looking around for an empty room, because he can’t wait either. He needs Tim right now. He looks around and sees the janitors closet. He grabs Tim’s hand and rushes them into the closet.

When he closes the door, he turns to Tim, rage rushing over him again. “You really think you can let another man kiss you? Touch you?” Hawk says through his gritted teeth, staring at Tim with anger.

Before Tim can say a damn word, Hawk puts his lips on Tim’s. He moves hastily, needing to feel Tim’s soft lips and tongue against his own. “Fuck,” he mutters needily against Tim’s mouth, remembering how good the younger felt, how sweet he tasted.

“I missed you, Skippy.” Hawk didn’t mean to get vulnerable but he can’t help it. It’s been over a year since he’s touched and spoken to Tim. That’s too long. “Fucking missed you.”

Tim’s smiling, loving every second of Hawk’s worship. “Missed you,” he mumbles, too tipsy and euphoric to say a coherent sentence.

“Turn around, Skippy,” Hawk commands.

Tim obeys. What’s new?

Hawk licks his hands and lubricates the Tim’s entrance and his cock. He leans onto Tim’s back and before thrusting into him, he asks huskily, “Who do you belong to?”

Tim whimpers instantly from the question and the anticipation of being fucked by a man he’s loved forever. “You,” he answers.

Hawk finally thrusts into Tim, relishing the sound of the younger’s moans. How I missed that sound. “Who do you belong to?” Hawk asks again, not satisfied just yet.

“You!” Tim screams as he holds onto the wall, shutting his eyes as he feels Hawk’s cock move against his prostate, reeling him into a pit of pure ecstasy.

“That’s right,” Hawk replies, thrusting faster. He starts spanking him, enjoying how Tim’s ass turned more red with each hit, and how his ass displayed his handprint. There’s no better way to teach Tim who he belongs to. “You belong to me. Hawkins Fuller… Say it! Say it with my name, Tim!”

“I…” Tim moans. “I belong to Hawkins fuller!”

Hawk groans loudly, thrusting harder into Tim, digging his nails into the younger’s skin as he feels his climax coming.

He leans onto Tim’s back and reaches for his cock, hearing the younger moan in pleasure as he starts to jack him off, pumping his cock in his hand.

“Mmm… Fuck! Hawk, please!”

“Please, what?” Hawk asks.

“Make me come, please,” he whimpers.

Hawk starts to pump Tim’s cock faster the same time his climax is coming, making him moan helplessly against Tim’s ear as he releases the built up tension inside of him.

“Turn around,” he orders Tim, as he pulls out of him, quickly getting on his knees. “I’m gonna finish you off.”

Tim raises his brows in surprise. Hawk was never one to really pleasure others, more keen on receiving.

Hawk wastes no time and puts Tim’s cock in his mouth, his tongue and lips sliding against the hardness, tasting him — God, he tastes so good, he thinks, groaning. He moves faster against his cock, grabbing Tim’s ass, squeezing it hard, which causes Tim to yank roughly on his hair, meaning he wants more.

“I’m—!” Tim groans, leaning his head back as his body loses control and comes into Hawk’s mouth, trembling as he fails to keep himself on his two feet. “Fuck!”

And Hawk swallows all of it.

Hawk stands up and puts his arms around Tim to help him find his balance. “You’re incredible, Skippy,” he says with a grin. “There’s no one that does it to me the way you do.”

And Hawk truly means that. Every single feeling is multiplied by the millions when he’s kissing and making love to Tim.

No one compares.

No one.

Not even Craig.

“I…” Tim is flushed. The redness growing on his face is so obvious it makes Hawk chuckle. “Thank you, Hawk.”

“Let’s go home. Go to bed. I’m fucking tired.”

Tim giggles then nods. “Ok.”

[picklesoup17]

im genuinely going mental i cant stop thinking about either it 2017 or dead boy detectives i need a psychiatrist atp.

[amoreemioo]

“i care!” tae cared about alex, he cared about the things being said to and at and about alex! he cared enough to step in and do something about it, obviously. and he’d fucking do it again! more reason for them to leave and cross their fingers they didn’t see the offending party again, huh? the last thing they needed was for tae to hear another comment and risk bruising his other hand, or something. tae let his head turn as alex wanted, eyes drifting to the other man’s features as he went quite for a moment. just a moment, just to look at him. “i don’t think i was thinking — they pissed me off talkin’ to you like that.” and tae could only ignore that sort of behavior for so long, you know? it just ate away at him — he couldn’t help it! “it’s goin’ to look worse tomorrow, ice or not. isn’t it?” bruises almost always grew darker by day two or three, just to eventually start fading back out. here’s to hoping it didn’t take too long.

@dissolveds / x

[rebouks]

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Jacob: Mom would piss herself laughing if she could hear this DJ. Robin: Miya? Jacob: Yeah. Jude: I don’t think I’m too good at dancing… Juniper: [laughs] Who said you had to be good? Just wave your arms around or something! Jude: Like this? Jacob: At least some people are having fun… [Robin nodded, motioning for Jacob to join in] Jacob: Nah, I’m gonna get something to eat-.. want anything? [Robin shook his head, glad to be left alone for a little while. Tonight hadn’t been as overwhelming as he thought it’d be, nor as boring; he was getting quite good at blocking people out as of late, and it was fun to practice in such a busy room] [Let it all in, zone it all out, in, out, in, out-.. like breathing. Only the most intense emotions could punch through the dull, tinnitus like buzz nowadays, and Robin was pretty damn proud of himself] Tess: This is lame, let’s go. Levi: Go where? Harry: Does it matter? Let’s explore! Tess: Wanna come n’ poke around with us, J? Levi: Don’t invite him, he’ll probably bring that ginger freak along. Jacob: Takes one to know one, asshole. Harry: Exactly. Jacob: Funny-.. and he’s not a freak. Levi: Whatever.

[kharacore]

there is so much pain in the world but not in this room

[procrastinationstationn]

having a crush is both the most amazing feeling ever but also u go a bit insane so