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[socvinc]

original post here!

[wouldgaysexfixthem]

would gay sex fix them?

[tapeworrmart]

Pushing your luck 🌟

[khaopybara]

i have nothing to say in my defense. just look at them.

FIRST KANAPHAN as KANT PATTANAWAT and KHAOTUNG THANAWAT as BISON music video for DESTROY LOVE and episode 3 of THE HEART KILLERS

[fifiphobic]

it. was. so. not. casual.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[coyote-with-a-keyboard]

needy

a/n: OMG RDR2 TIME YALL (I’m trying to forget the fact Hosea isn’t immortal)

minors DNI — TW: drunk sex, that’s it

The wind in hoseas ears was making it hard to hear you, the only true confirmation he had of you being on the trail to town with him was the fact your lantern was ever so slightly visible against the rain pouring down from the shadowed clouds above. It bugged him enough as is, having to drag himself up the top of god knows which hill to see if the map was right, and that there was some small backwater town up the other side.

his mind had been running with stress for hours- in need of rest in more ways then one. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even comprehend you and he had gotten to the ‘town’ or more so 5 buildings across one another in a waved line. He would have stood there if it hadn’t been for your rough glove covered hand tugging him along like a lost cattle or some scared mare. He tumbled into line, following behind you as he shivered slightly

he flopped into bed, tossing off his soaked clothes and water filled boots, covering himself in the itchy blanket of the cheep saloon room bed. He heard your spurs click as you walked into your own room, the thin walls doing little to mute your gruff and tired groans as you also tossed yourself into bed

he, sadly- was much to impatient and much too needy to wait to get to a brothel or pay some cheap ranch-hand.. no- he needed you in specific. He already spent so much time ogling you at camp that you must have noticed sometime. He’d even catch himself looking at women that looked like … you- even similar eyes had him swooning. He was embarrassed about that thought alone, but he reasoned that some liquid courage would fix that small flaw in his half thought plan.

he finished whatever cheap liquor bill had tossed him when you two had set off, and waltzed into your room with a stumbling impression of a collected approach. You were reading , still in your layers of soaked clothes- not that Hosea cared much. He nestled his body up real close to your side and allowing his chin to rest on your shoulder without hearing a complaint from you, his cock embarrassing hard under the loose confines of the blanket he had wrapped over him like a robe

it didn’t take him long for his hands to undo your belt and chaps. His mouth moving almost on its own to give you desperate wet kisses on your neck, groaning at even the softest touch’s when your grasped his hips with your free hand, your eyes still focused on the book you were reading in the dim lighting

his hazy mind wanted your attention, and it was making him more worked up then he would ever admit sober at the fact you didn’t even glance at him. He lowered himself a bit, his lips mouthing over the bulge of your jeans, letting out utterly pathetic sounds from the back of his throat, tugging down your jeans and mouthing your cock, suckling on the tip and slowly taking inch after inch down his throat, trying to relax his throat to not choke and cry. He bobbed his head up and down until he finally pushed himself into having his nose against your mess of pubes, his back arched and knees holding his lower half up in a drunk yet quite intentional position- his cheeks hallowed to suckle on your slowly hardening cock

he reveled at the depressingly clear implications of it all, soaking up the small attention you gave to him- almost moaning when your hand ran though his hair and bucked into his stretched throat, still quite focused on your book despite the teary puppy dog eyes Hosea looked up at you with. He couldn’t tell exactly how long he had kept the weight of your girth in his mouth, but he was getting antsy. He rutted himself up against the sheets, whining and whimpering until you finally set the book down- gruffly rolling your hips up, little choked sounds coming out of his throat as he happily hollowed his cheeks once more

it felt better then about anything he could think of- much better then any whiskey or expensive cigar he could think of in his dazed state. He didn’t even think of the sounds he was making or the slow movement of your grasp to tug him off- his body tumbling onto your lap as you leaned him over. You said something he couldn’t quite hear, and that he wasn’t sure he should care about- his movement already in action before he could even think, grasping your shoulders and leaning his full weight on you- using his spit as lube… too impatient to find crisco or whatever cheap pomade or oil he could find.

it stung as he slipped down your length, writhing and clutching you tight- but it felt too good to even think of giving up. His movement was sloppy, the attempt to ride you was quickly broken in pace by his blurred thoughts. His breath became a pants and his jaw open, eyes going half lidded as he came the second your tip hit his prostate, going slack as you bent him over properly and bucked into him like a 2 dollar whore. He laid, tense and slack jawed- breathes coming out in little gasps as you thrust into him until you had painted his gummy tight walls white to the point that he was struggling to keep it from dripping out. He fell asleep as soon as you pulled out.

he woke up with a horrid headache in the next morning, the clouds gone and the sun shining through the dusty room. He cuddled into something warm and soft, only to feel the sharp metal of your holsters clasp stabbing into his hip. He got up lazily- silver hair a mess… and a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he looked at you still in your soaked travel clothes… fast asleep with your book tucked beside your pillow.

[formerprincewille]

Something that really sets Wille and Simon apart from other queer ships is that when we say their love language is physical touch, IT REALLY IS PHYSICAL TOUCH. And I’m not speaking of just sex. Over the course of the show, the amount of touching between them is astronomical. And that’s really something rarely seen in queer media. There may be moments here or there, but often times there’s a lack of physical contact unless it’s for “the plot”. Wille and Simon feel like a real couple in the way they’re always physically reaching out for each other.

[bixels]

Lotta shit this year.

[miguel-owhora]

Arthur Morgan probably smells and tries to shoo you off him whenever you get a craving for him, arguing that he smells bad and hasn't bathed yet. But you're 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 and just ignore him, pinning him against any nearby surface before pulling his pants down and just stuffing your face into his ass.

His musk is soo strong and it makes your mouth water. We all know he's hairy, and this includes his ass. It's covered in a thin layer of coarse blonde hair that gets darker and thicker as it slips inside his ass; curly and inviting you to get a taste when you spread him open.

I don't think Arthur's that audible; he probably just groans and gasps, but resorts to trying to muffle himself so the others don't hear. He gets red in the face and becomes overwhelmingly warm, sweating and panting as you eat him out like a starving man. He probably locks a leg around your head to keep you in place, reaching down to jerk himself off until he's coming all over his hand. Only then will he let you go, and you'll pull away with a chin dripping with your spit, your tastebuds heavy with the taste of Arthur.

[gelu-vulpes]

when is it my turn to get lucky enough to find a tumblr nerd who lives in my city that i can be cute and gay with </3

[digitalxana]

i cannot stop thinking about them

[mlmshipbracket]

ROUND 4: POLL #7

ROUND 4 POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Jean Luc Picard/Q:

Propaganda by @cchipollo [HERE]

Eternally devoted omnipotent being, human who can't let himself have fun with said being because duty comes first. UST galore!

Angel Dust/Husk:

[khaopybara]

he will exploit you and then throw you away.

DUNK NATACHAI as STYLE SATTAWAT episode 3 of THE HEART KILLERS

[mlm-jasper]

I wanna kiss a boy so bad right now agh. Want to kiss a boy all over his face and then just touch his face and stare at him