I like my men with glittery blue eyeshadow/eyeliner and fucking southern sass

McCoy...my favourite... Deforest is so pretty help me

bbc merlin - 03x01 The Tears of Uther Pendragon I

I JUST FINISHED DARK HEIR AND IM FUCKING FERAL?????

1. Please tell me this fandom is active

2. Please tell me there is will kempen (babygirl, my beloved) angst/h/c fic out there (no collar, yes violet)

3. How am I gonna make my favs ace in THIS one? By closing my eyes and making Will and James deeply romantic but asexual soulmates next question

0. NEXT BOOK WHEN???

snippet of escalating horny/feral gay chicken sexting maxiel fic? 🤲

You have covered all the major beats of this fic plot beautifully, but I'll add a little subtle, brief subtitle: Daniel and Max play Dick Chicken

Or more specifically in this snippet: The one where they graduate to video

(E, Daniel/Max, 800 words)

The video arrives the night before FP1. Daniel is fresh off the back of a little evening yoga routine, body warm and stretched out, relaxed and ready for tomorrow. He's got some meditation app to try too, something Michael's suggested, something to improve the quality of his rest. 

But: a video in his message thread with Max. 

Daniel is getting hard even before he lets himself press play; a Pavlovian fucking response to an inexplicable game that Daniel can't-won't-wouldn't-want-to stop competing in. The thumbnail is Max in grey underwear, grabbing his dick, hotel room sheets beneath him. 

He chews on his lip for what feels like a long time but is probably about half a breath. There is no decision to be made: he will watch; he'll press play. He does exactly that. 

The first thing is, he can hear Max breathing. He can hear him and it's harsher than he might expect, because Max is holding the phone at chest height, close enough for it to catch his breath loud. Max is playing with his dick though his underwear, outlining the shape of it with his fingertips. Max has always talked with his hands. He is a blunt instrument in so many ways, a force to be reckoned with, a hammer to be presented to a rock. His hands are graceful, expressive; they shape his conversation and his place in this world, and right now, they shape out his dick through his underwear. His dick is hard, at a bit of angle, pressed up towards his left hip. There is a growing wet patch around the tip of his dick, because Max is always wet and Daniel is always, always hard for it. 

Max keeps shaping out the outline of his dick, his balls, the wet, flushed tip. Daniel knows it is both wet and flushed without even having to see it. This is Max fucking with him; this is Max cruising to victory without even fucking trying. Max pushes down his underwear, his hips pressing up like he's going into a bridge so he can push them down over his ass and kick them off an ankle. The muscles flex. 

Daniel, who has never thought about a man's body in any way other than strictly neutral, catalogues it away for another day. 

Max presses his flat palm to his dick, which is weird, but he physically zooms in, the zoom jagged as Max holds the phone close to the tip of his dick. It takes a moment to get into focus. Daniel is forced to endure the desperate, unrelenting, breathless want of seeing the head of Max's dick in extreme close up: the foreskin, the red, red tip, the slick blurt of pre-come. Max's thumb, pressed to the slit. 

Then Max is taking the phone further away again, and then there is a weird angle of the sheets and his calf for a moment as he does something off camera with lube, because when he picks the phone up again he's wrapping a slick hand around himself and jacking himself off wet. 

Daniel does not touch his dick. He is hard; his undies are tented out with an erection that is begging for him to bring himself off. If he does that, he won't be able to stop, and he won't be able to respond in kind, and if he doesn't film himself coming then he'll lose, and the game will be over, and, worst of all, it might fucking stop. 

Max jerking off is unrelenting and unimaginative. He jerks and sometimes he touches his slit but most of the time it's just his hand on his dick. His breathing grows harsher. Daniel thinks it might be the hottest thing he's ever seen in his life. It beats the threesome he had when he was 21 and two girls sucked him off until he came so loudly the hotel called up to make sure everything was okay, and he had to reassure them while watching the two girls -- whose names he's forgotten even if he hasn't forgotten the feel of their mouths on him -- start to finger each other. That night feels like a fever dream; everything about what is happening with Max makes him feel like he's on fire. 

When Max comes it is quick and his breathing is harsh and fast too. He stripes his stomach and his hip with come. Daniel is too far gone to focus on the detail, and especially when he has to watch Max press the pads of his fingertips to the mess on his stomach, scoop it up. When the camera turns to selfie mode and Daniel has to watch the flushed, desperate reality of Max licking his own come off his fingertips, see his red mouth close around his fingers. Everything so wet. 

The video ends. 

There is a bit more of this posted here!

hot boy summer julián going strong

it’s always him

Lightwarden AU was a mistake.

OMG He looks so gooood!!!! I’m with you, I’d pay to watch this man do yard work. 🥵

You'd have to pick me up off the floor bc I would pass out 🤤

I love Eddie and good girl/cheerleader reader as much as the next one but I feel like we haven’t explored Eddie with a jock so Eddie with a soccer player girlfriend? He would be so loud at games it would be soooo cute

oh my GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

losing it over this. eddie i think is ready to go full rally girl for you. like he's made his own shirt with your number on it and he writes it on his face and he makes everyone go with him to your home games and make signs and he like, understands soccer but he's mostly just yelling yelling yelling for you. he's also so into training with you he loves to stand in the goal as you practice shots and he loves how you look after you go for runs and after a game when you're sweaty and -- well. you can IMAGINE!!! hes developed a habit of cancelling band practice so he makes as many games as he can and the band doesn't mind bc hes so happy and how can they be and about that? he loves to pick you up after practice and take you to the drive-through or whatever you're hungry for and then he helps ice your shins and wrap your ankle and hes got pieces of your uniform all over his bedroom and keeps ice packs in his freezer and he knows its just high school and that you do this for fun but he is like you are the greatest player ever baby (even if you're a bench warmer) and he just loves to see you having fun <3

I-i can't. The stubble is too strong

✨✨✨And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.✨✨✨

MATTHEW KNIES??

a little bit of ballum [3/∞]

Babe (u know who u are.)

Block or filter or whatever it's called these tags because ik it's gonna get annoying <3

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═══ UNPROMPTED INTERACTIONS ═══ CANON VERSE

Lightening bolts through him when he feels fingers stroking across the scar cutting midway though his adam's apple, his brain shaking him from his sleep with panic alarms sounding in his head. His eyes wide and orbish like that day before they recognized the silhouette over him, the way the sun bounced off of his tanned skin and reflected in his gem-like eyes, and took a shuddering breath as his eyes fell shut with a sigh. If it was Jhin touching him, those nimble, beautiful fingers wrapping around hid throat, he'd allow it...he had nothing to fear from the Demon of Ionia, at least - perhaps - being devoured whole himself.

If the bruises on his hips meant anything.

Robin trembles when the caresses continue and he peeks open his eyes to see the artist's curious face, as though he were asking how these marks came to be. How he was leashed with wire in a desperate attempt to have his life choked away, how sometimes...the mage still felt that constriction. But...with Jhin painting across each one with his fingertips, the pressure let off, as though he were unwrapping the past with each touch. His breath hitches when the length of the Virtuoso's fingers cover the front area of the scar, his voice soft when he spoke,

"Please...don't stop, you make it feel better, Yasunari..."

He finds it hard to frown as his words give his feelngs away and he sinks back down into the silk of their bed, feeling the bed under him shift as Jhin lowered himself and plump lips pressed against the middle of the mark. He felt fingers slide along his palms, tracing each laborious scar before holding Robin's hands and interlocking, the made goozing his weakness. Safe and loved, a bird bathing in cupped hands filled with blood, and yet such hands were the only ones in which he had ever felt clean. How could one person, a being who has caused so much death - so much destruction and chaos, make him peel open and show the most frail parts of his soul, of his body?

Delicate kisses reach the killer as Robin lifts his body to meet him, finally feeling some sense of holiness draping across his form, reminding of him of what it meant to be human - of what it meant to feel clean. He pulls back hesitantly, the soft whimper that spills from his lips proof enough that he wants Jhin to keep painting over every ugly part of him, to stain them into a pleasant memory. Robin tilts his head to the side and lets his heavy lashes fall low, his gaze softens as he takes in Yasunari's visage,

"Kiss me, again."

People be insane about my Vash ship along with me