#he just keeps getting hotter and hotter

[bayleequits]

EVERYONE STAND AND REJOICE!! IT IS GEORGE DANIELS BIRTHDAY!!!! YIPPEE I LOVE THAT (old) MAN LIKE NO BODY CAN

[pinkmoonmp3]

oscar isaac photographed by luis alberto rodriguez, 2024 via playtusu

[her-soliloquies]

Here's that video of Bradley James swinging his baseball bat like a sword at Big Slick KC

I have no idea if this is the reason for merlin trending BUT you can't tell me this fine man shouldn't be trending anyway!

[predoom]

my goodness

[ashertickler]

oh don't mind me, just thinking about...

basketball player!Milo

[finniestoncrane]

watched a lot of talking head horror documentaries lately and i don't even remember how much keith david was actually in them but i can assure you that beautiful man was the only one i was paying full 100% attention to

[immagods]

[hyunpic]

the new piercings on him look so cool ahhh

[bunnywan]

step brother! obikin brain rot

the age gap must remain tho. obi-wan as the aloof never around older step brother … anakin with his ever present mix of hero worship and resentment. maybe anakin gets into college around wherever obi-wan fucked off to, and until he gets his living situation figured out obi-wan lets him stay with him.

and then they touch tongues <3

[eesttm]

"You know it."

[bryan-cranston-is-hot]

EX-FUKN-CUSE ME

[cheolhub]

https://x.com/pledis_17/status/1772073500997496950?s=46&t=Y80NJnNBZGV6ZNG2Z7Oxjg

SARRRR😫😫😫

nonnie…. i know…… i have a feeling im gonna be stuck on this photoshoot for years. im gonna tell my kids about how this was the thing that forever changed me as a person. and then im gonna tell them that he was supposed to be their dad 💔 here was my inital reaction though:

[timothyslucy]

THAT WAS THE FIRST EPISODE OF CHICAGO FIRE?!?!?!!!?!!!?!?!??!!!!

[berlinini]

it's true what they say, we just keep on winning

[onirislanding]

Describe 2024 in one photo

You'll see this in a textbook one day.

(Source: AP Photo / Pamela Smith)

[sugucide]

two weeks.

it's been two weeks since kento has been inside of you. He's gone months, hell even years without sex before he met you and he was fine. he didn't even wish for it like most of his bachelor counterparts did.

but now that he's had a taste of you? two weeks may as well be a death sentence. which is ironic, giving the nature of this sex ban. everything you do is inviting: maybe it's just his underworked sex drive or maybe he's reverted back to his teenage years because he sure does feel like an impatient, entitled brat whenever you walk past him.

he can smell you. not the smell of your perfume you spritz on each morning. not the product in you hair. not the moisturiser you use. but you, the scent of your self, your body, the skin he's so often inhaled as he bit down between your thighs or up the column of your neck. he can smell the memories of sex, sweaty and tangled in pheromones and all things primal.

he can hear you. not your words or laughter or the way you hum absentmindedly when you're pottering around the house. he can hear that sharp little intake of breath when you accidentally, or not-so-accidentally, brush against him. he can hear that whining tinge to your voice when you tell him you won't sleep with him, that you're punishing him, as if its moreso a punishment for you than him. he can remember the way you'd moan for him, desperate and glassy eyed and oh so perfect for him as he ruins you from the inside out.

he can't take it anymore.

"two weeks is more than enough time for me to think about my actions," he tells you over dinner one night, eyes cast downwards at his plate. "...and to come up with a suitable apology."

you place your chopsticks down at his last words and look up at your husband. "oh? let's hear it then."

over the frames of his glasses, kento's eyes meet yours. "i apologise for worrying you and risking my life for my work."

you tap your fingers against the table. "and will you continue to do it?"

"yes," he admits. "it's my job, one that i do well. if i die doing it, i hope it's in place of someone who didn't sign up for it, like you."

kento reaches over the table and takes your hand. "i can't just stop being a sorcerer. that would be too selfish of me. but i do promise that i will make more of an effort to reduce my chances of getting hurt from now on: no more unnecessary risks. okay?"

though that was all you needed to hear from him, you start to wonder if lifting the sex ban was a good idea when your pent-up husband is swiping plates from the dinner table to make room for you to lay back on it. claiming he can't wait the few extra second to carry you to the bedroom, he has you stripped and laid bare on the dining room table in no time, and he's ready for his meal.

"missed her," he mumbles as he parts your legs with a strong hand and bends down to kiss once at your clit. that's about and gentlemanly as it gets, though, because soon after he's making out with your pussy like he's a virgin. no technique, no precision, nothing but unfiltered need and its so much hotter than you'd imagine it to be.

eyes locking onto yours from between your thighs, he adds two fingers and works you open. two weeks was a long time for the both of you, so he'll need to get you used to the stretch of him again. he scissors his fingers inside of you, curls them upwards to hit your g-spot and smirks like a saint when your back arches off the table in response.

"missed you ken," you ramble on as your climax nears. "missed you so much. hated doing this. love you. loveyouloveyou god i love you."

you cum hard, harder than you've cum in a long time and kento laps it up like he's never tasted anything so good. he savours your taste on his tongue like he would an aged wine, something expensive and delicious and worth keeping bottled. though he's harder than diamond and worried he'll cum in his pants if he doesn't sink inside of you soon. so he stands and undoes his belt in record time (with those lovely hands of his) and repositions you at the end of the table with his leaky cock already pressing against your wet entrance.

he leans over you and shares a kiss with you as he pushes in. he inhales the gasp you let out at the stretch and moans into your mouth as a gift in return. he pulls out almost entirely, so it's just his head nestled in your tight pussy, and then slams in again. hard.

"god kento—" you start, about to chide him for being so rough with you when you notice his face dip into your neck and the sudden warmth filling you from the inside. kento's hips stutter and he bites at the skin of your shoulder to muffle the heavy moans that ache to free themselves from his chest.

"did you just—"

"don't," he cuts you off, cock twitching inside of you with his release. he's plugging you up, keeping you full of him and his cum. "give me a minute and i'll fuck you so stupid that you forget that just happened."

"you just—"

"don't laugh."

"im not laughing! it's just, you know like our first time..."

"shut up." kento's hips pull away and then slam back into yours as he starts a brutal pace with you.

that shuts you up good.