I’ll scream sob cry get down on all fours like Miguel chasing Miles I will do anything to prevent this.
Yall im sick—
have mercy 😩🙏
lights, camera… action — hobie brown
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hobie's got a thing for the camera. he can't stop starting his timer and setting his phone up on his dresser against his albums, lens pointed at the end of his messy bed. sat down on the edge, sweats pulled down just enough to free his already-hard cock drooling pre-cum, he gives his camera another show.
he gives you another show.
the first stroke is his favorite, when he finally gets to touch his dick in a video he knows you'll cum to, painted nails toying with your pussy that he knows so well he can see behind his closed eyelids.
leaning back on one hand on his bed, ruffled black comforter framing his brown skin beautifully, he spits into his palm, looking up through his eyelashes with low eyes fixed on himself on the screen. "look a mess, playin' with myself for a camera," he chuckles, bringing his slick hand to wrap around his aching cock.
he looks the opposite of a mess, though, low lights in his room making his skin glow, illuminating his big, pretty cock for his and your eyes. wet hand sliding up and down his cock, his hips jerk up, chasing the pleasure he gives himself.
his toned stomach caves in, the hand that’s holding him up starts to shake as he finds his sweet pace, the one that has him cumming fast and hard. “fuck, feel s’good,” he grits, eyes finding the camera again as another fucked-out laugh rumbles through him.
he shakes his head at the image of himself, slim fingers wrapped around his long cock, eyes low and heavy, mouth open and panting, desperate sounds escaping him. slowing down, he brings his hand to wrap around his thick base, squeezing just a little. he slaps his cock against his stomach, purring, “can’t cum too fast, gotta make it worth it, make it good.”
he wants to make it good for you. he always does.
he leans farther on his other hand, stroking his cock again, slowly, shuddering out a moan with closed eyes. he works his way up, cursing and groaning, until he throws his head back with a pretty little whine, slick thumb swiping slow over his messy tip.
he focuses on his tip, now, hips jerking at the stimulation, eyes fixed on where he works himself. “‘m so desperate, need to feel good, need you t’watch me make myself feel good.” he confesses, whimpered words that you knew to be true already. his talk sends shivers down his own spine, the thought that you’ll enjoy his slurred words bringing him closer to spilling all over his hand.
“fuckfuckfuck,” he whines, far beyond moans and groans, fucked out and pleasure-full. hips jerking into his hand, fingers adorned with rings gripping his sheets.. he’s close. “can’t believe ‘m close already, god ‘m just a slut, jerkin’ myself for a fuckin’ video. but i’m your slut, ‘m yours.”
he’s rambling, perverted thoughts slipping to memories of you jerking him off, skilled hand wrapped around his aching cock, purring praises into his ear, other hand roaming his body while you litter kisses anywhere you can reach in between porn-worthy words. “‘m gonna cum, baby, gonna cum all over myself, jus’ for you. wish you were here to watch, t’make me cum instead.”
now, with thoughts of you flitting through his mind, he cums, gritting out jumbled up letters, from wishing you were here, to knowing you’d make him feel so much better, to plans of letting you jerk him when he sees you again.
regaining his breath, he can’t help but laugh again, eyes fixed on the mess he made of himself. he brings his hand to his chest, swirling his fingers around in his cum, depraved and disgusting. hazy eyes finding the camera, one of the only witnesses to his depravity, with a wicked smile on his face, leaning back on both arms now, he speaks, blissed and nasty.
“see you next time.”
a need 😩🗣️🗣️
i need someones grandmother to give me a plate of grits catfish yams and sweet tea while im sat on the floor n watching reruns of the jeffersons while she cornrows my hair and massages my scalp w oil.
I agree 😭 I might sob tho
i can't wait for the day we all find out more about earth42 miles.
like... what if we've all made a huge fool of ourselves?? what if he's actually NOTHING like how y'all write him?
what if he's EXACTLY like 1610 miles personality wise and we only saw him being cold and stern at that moment bc there was literally another version of him in his universe and he just had his guard up ?? lord i can't wait to find out!!
me too.
I want to be that doll so bad….
LITERALLY PLS MAKE IT MAKE SENSE
like ts don’t make y’all the slightest bit of uncomfortable… ?? bc ik i am.
& it be the mfs who know they way around digital art too… like the vv talented ones 😭
i don’t think you understand how much i want him
OSCAR ISAAC as MARC SPECTOR MOON KNIGHT | SUMMON THE SUIT
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oh my…
surrealtouch
OHMYGAWD?!????
HELP HEP HELP HELLO????
RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH HAMILTONNNNNNN
when alexander aimed at the sky. . he may have been the first one to die. . but i’m the one who paid for it. i survived, but i paid for it. .
yes.
It’s Oscar Isaac’s speciality ❤️