#😏😩 he is so

[hotchbabygirl]

Looking handsome and hot while sitting in the Sex Red Chair. 🔥

[aurinkomoukari]

[samuelroukin]

5k words in and he already nutted… no hope for this guy at all

[rexxmako]

in the middle of watching Ronin (1998) right now and omg

look at this pathetic wet cat. he's so babygirl it HURTS.

[i-love-def-leppard]

fuuuuccckkkkk

[cemetery-baccanal]

SIR SIR SIR SIR SIR

[dilfhos]

idk who ghost is really but is it weird that i would find the scenario of him being average or minorly attractive hot? like under all that muscle and the imagination of what’s under the mask, what if he’s just your average guy who looked like he had to bargain for his face…..

bonus if he’s lowkey pathetic under the hunky, weapon-bearing, tactical-gear-wearing guise. maybe he’s actually a himbo. or an imaginative dork who got bullied into working out and being intimidating. like i feel like big thick, juicy, scary man is so…predictable

(like imagine begging you to let him fuck you or or at least fuck your handd……and what he doesn’t make up for in the face is compensated in bis BIG FAT COCK!!!!!!)

[tired-biscuit]

posting a bereal with your best friend, but it’s just a pic of his stupid, awfully conceited little face and your sweaty one on the other side, in the midst of……… certain activities

[howthesleeplesswander]

“You like that, then? How it feels when I— Ah. Shhh. There’s no need to talk.”

After all, Rody’s face says it all, paired with the hiccups of whimpers bubbling through his lips, the way his breath hitches when Vincent gets him just right. He’s since pulled back from meticulous work on an exposed neck and down the curve of his shoulder, taken that moment to observe the heated blossoms in Rody’s cheeks, the twin coals of desire in his eyes. A satisfied purr rumbles in Vincent’s chest at the display, but he’s nowhere near done.

“Where is it the best?” He moves back in, tone low and guttural as he drags his teeth along the shell of his ear. “Here?” His lips fall lower, rediscovering a recently abused patch on Rody’s neck that he teases with a sharp bite. “Here?” Lower. Down to his shoulder, right there in that concave of his clavicle, Vincent takes some of that skin into his mouth and sucks generously. “Here . . . ?” He expels a weighted breath, and before his next suggestion, a wicked curve spreads across his lips.

“Or do I keep going lower?”

// vincent is impatient and needs to destroy a boy ♡ ～('▽^人)

Answered! || @sansgout

((oh don't worry, he already is B3c 🔥🔥))

Immediately, he'd been instructed not to touch.

Less than five minutes later, Rody already knew that, across all twenty-eight of his failed jobs, he'd never faced a task so difficult to succeed at.

His shirt had been cast off to a forgotten corner of the bedroom, but the cool caress of the sheets at his back was negated by the heat of Vincent's mouth on his skin. Every bite and suck pried out soft gasps and hiccuping sounds, but Rody hardly cared about his own noises.

He'd never heard Vincent sound like this before. His voice was low and rough; passionate, like he'd been yearning for this for ages. Like learning where Rody liked that torturous heat best—an impossible choice when every spot blew his mind all over again—was the most important thing in the world. But before Rody could even try to respond, Vincent paused just long enough to study him. Attentive. Hungry. Then he hummed like he was so pleased with what he saw, and Rody's brain crashed almost as spectacularly as when their mutual desires had first been made known.

When he finally rebooted, a longer sound seeped out: a pitiful attempt at finding his voice. Apparently his body was all too eager to be burned alive, for just the word "lower" from those lips made Rody's already-prominent flush follow them, spreading down to the newest bruise at his collar.

"Vince—" He couldn't help but squirm; it was all he could do to keep his hands obediently clenched in the sheets. "All of it," he murmured on a heavy breath, desire clouding his eyes. "I can't—can't choose. It all feels so good."

[icantalk710]

Office yesterday 😤 || WFH vibe today 🥱

[fancycolours]

A message from my husband, Mr. Robert Lamm 💜

[yunogf]

looks like Mark doesn't have good genes with his hair. I don't wanna marry him. my kids will get dry hair sorry 😭😭🧎🏻‍♀️

damn rest in pieces mark

[chaotictomtom]

going like this kitty cat rn because of mccoy's behaviour i love these three's dynamic so fucking much

[andyridgeley]

man i thought ed baldwin didn't have a filter before but now im watching S4 e6

[pearl-blue-musings]

Oh, so he's cute cute. 👀

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INDEED HE IS

[berryberrytan]

PeiahhsiwJYduueheh PLEASE this is so hot I'm melting 😩😭😭😭🤚🤚🤚🩷🩷🩷🩷

Kinky Sprinkles #2: Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin was always known for his artistic abilities. It seemed like every week he found a new outlet for his creative genius. Of course, he had his tried and true methods like dance and painting. However sometimes, when he was in a creative rut, he needed to explore more unusual mediums.

When he walked in with a paper bag from the craft store and a bright smile on his face, you knew he had found his new hobby of the week. Hyunjin sat at the edge of your shared mattress. It was clear to you that he had a question on his mind.

"I see you found something new to try. Can I see?" You sit up, trying to peer into the bag but were quickly denied.

"I did, but I need your help with it"

"Jinnie, I'm not an artist like you are. Why would you need my h--"

"I need you to be my model. It'll make more sense if you just meet me in the studio. I suggest wearing your robe...and only your robe." With a lingering sensual kiss to your lips, he disappeared.

After touching up your appearance and wearing the suggested attire, you made your way to his studio. You weren't sure what you were going to find, but having all of his equipment shoved to the walls and a singular tarp on the floor wasn't what you pictured.

"Oh, you're here! I just finished setting up. " Hyunjin slowly walked over to you. His hair was up in his signature pony tail, and he wore his painters shirt, which was an old white button-up stained in paint. "Let me help you with that." Hyunjin slender hands began to strip you from the robe.

"What exactly are we doing?"

"You, my muse, you are the canvas tonight." Hyunjin began to pull out his new paints. "Please go lie down, my love"

Hours had passed now. Your body was covered in blue and green hues. Clouds of white and pink covered your bare chest while wildflowers littered your bottom half. You weren't sure what he painted on your back, but the way he massaged your skin beforehand was intoxicating. How you didn't cum from his fine-haired bristles on your nipples shocked you. You just hope he didn't notice how your wetness was making the paint on your thighs bleed.

"And....I think...wait a second" one last flick of the brush near your clit. "And we are done! Let me help you up, my masterpiece. Couldn't mess it all up now." He outstretched his hand like a prince. You gladly accepted.

Hyunjin walked you to the mirror where you stood in awe. You really did look like a work of art. Hyunjin began twisting and turning you in the reflection so you could see everything. Your back was the same scene as before but shrouded in night. Golden yellow stars span across your shoulder blades. While you were admiring the work, it seemed Hyunjin was admiring something else.

His hands that were used to paint you began to gently caress your sides as if they were their own paintbrush. His head found its way into the crook of your neck. He slotted himself perfectly behind you and held your gaze in the mirror. Sensual silence filled the studio. Soft kisses were being left on your skin. Cascading down your back.

"Hyun, you'll mess it up" you whined.

"Y/n let the artist decide, I think it looks better this way." Hyunjin ended up in front of you now and began kissing his way down your body again. He made sure to spend extra time kissing the clouds. When he made his way to the poppies and daisies, he kneeled. Big blown-out eyes stared up at you. Hyunjin's face was covered in the paint he washed off of you. If he wasn't bracing you with hands on your thighs, you would have collapsed.

"The best part, baby?" A single kiss was left on your clit and a soft whimper left your lips. "It's edible"