i like evil sleazy 18th century oil magnate gale living a life of hedonism and indulgence . my version of him ended up looking like a mildly mischievous golden retriever though (it's the big brown eyes saving him)
nanami kento who has a piano in his apartment, but you never thought he could play it. it just sits there and collects dust for months and months, nothing more than a shelf for his paperwork.
you tease him and tell him he should learn if he’s going to have such an expensive piece of furniture. he just smiles indulgently and says nothing.
but when you’re sleeping over at his place more than your own, and all your things find their way in his closet, and you tell him your life felt so colorless before he was a part of it…
you wake up one morning to the most beautiful piece of music you’ve ever heard, and it takes you so long to realize it’s him.
and he smiles at you softly and keeps playing as you walk towards the sounds in nothing but his button-up, the windows open with a soft breeze. his hands fly across the keys easily, fingertips gentle as he moves an octave higher.
it brings tears to your eyes because he loses himself in the music, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so peaceful before.
because for years, he made himself believe there was no worth in dedicating so much time to a hobby that would lead to nothing. not when he could work harder at things that could bring in a profit, even if it was killing him.
he realizes, now, why he’s been looking for you for his entire life. you’re his muse, the one that just needed to remind him that anything that brings him joy is never a waste of time.
Thinking about mechanic Eddie’s forearms. He’s definitely got some stamina and strength in those things 😏
oh, baby.
you just know after cranking tools all day, his forearms are bulked, muscles flexing beneath the swollen veins straining against the surface of his skin as he takes care of himself in the shower, hot body flushed the same color as what he's pumping in his fist. his strength is shot after work, so his hand trembles when he smacks a wet stroke to the base, catching the irresistible voice of pleasure telling him to keep going keep going and drawing it out, desperate to stay in the peak a little longer. sometimes it's routine—jacking off after work—sometimes he has a specific fantasy in mind, and wants to experience the lengthy scene until his right forearm burns for a break. today is both. thick fog fills the room; steam and hair and sweat sticking to his grimy face. it's been a long, grueling day of dealing with cars and customers. that's what makes the relief that much sweeter when his abs stutter and his shoulders curl with those last few passes, lungs holding onto that final breath until it breaks free in short, filthy huffs. grunting in bursts as his callused fingers slick up in dirty release, and his heart beats louder than the water hitting the tub, and his high buzzes the same intoxicating feeling of accomplishment as if the image in his head of your fucked and filled pussy was realer than his cum washing down the drain.
GUYSSS LOOK AT THIS VIDEO THAT SR PELO POSTED ON TWITTER ITS KEVINNN MY BOYFRIEND I AM GOINF INSANE HELP ME😭😭😭❤️💗❤️💗❤️💗❤️ HIS VOICE GOT THICKEN MORE, MY GOD.
I think my favorite thing about finding a new hyper fixation is getting the massive dopamine release when maladaptive daydreaming about me interacting with whatever the hf is.
Only Friends Episode 8 | Ray being bothered over Sand
But when I'm with you I'm so damn happy?? DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF RAY? DO YOU? Why do you think that is?? HUH? This boy is so dense and incapable of self-reflection, I swear to god I'm losing my damn mind.
clark kent fucks you against his barn door with his wrinkled flannel unbuttoned, pants thrown on a bale of hay somewhere, but surely with his cowboy hat on and pointed.