And I just know Milo had the most smug “I told you so” look on his face when he came back in.
“…”
“… So how did Ma-“
“Boy shut yo ass up-“
THIS IS 42 MILES W BILLIE AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE
@moodysunflowerbaby
hi you beautiful moot 😻
heyy you gorgeous moot 🤩
oh god…
I was about to follow this artist that has this bomb ass artstyle
and then
Miguel x miles
Jinx x Silco
Ekko x Jayce
I’m so tired.
THIS IS 42 MILES W BILLIE AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE
@moodysunflowerbaby
Ain’t no way he just said that.
THINKING ABOUT…
1610! Miles and how his attitude almost ended his life…
Rio continued, flaring her arms around with Jeff cross-armed behind her, looming over Miles as he sat on the living room couch with his head down. “Miles you need to take this seriously! Do you know what happens to people who don’t value their-” “Damn I get it!” Miles cut her off, sticking his hand up at her to stop her talking.
Three.
Jeff eyes budged out there sockets, his eyebrows furrowing at his son.
Two.
Miles mouth pursed into a thin line with a wince. He looked up at his mom wide-eyed, lowering his hand.
One.
Rio looked around the room trying to find “who in. the. hell. are you talking to?!” She yelled, looking back sternly at Miles. “I am N O T one of your little friends, you hear me?” She flicked him hard on his forehead, causing him to let out a soft ‘ow’.
“Gimme your phone.” She stared at him blankly. “mami it was an accident-”
“Now.”
Miles sighed defeated, pulling his phone out his pocket, handing it over.
“And you’re grounded. Go to your room. ”
Bonus:
Rio and Jeff watched as Miles sulked away to the confines of his bedroom, shutting the door softly to insure there was no more conflict.
“You’re lucky that’s all that’s happening Miles!” Jeff screamed out to the abyss, accusingly pointing his finger at Miles door.
Rio turned to her husband “This is your fault!”
Jeff gasped, opening his arms and looking around confused “wha-me? What did I do?!”
©axeoverblade
I could feel Miles heart drop through the screen guys 😭‼️
Jeff when Miles said that:
HELP?!?! It’s giving this is what Steve Rogers said when he first woke up.
Hey remember how Noir is an anti-fascist from 1933
NO I GET IT AND THEN I’M JUST SITTING HERE LIKE OH NO- WHAT IF THAT HAPPENED TOO
WAIT DOES THIS MEAN MIGUEL LOST GABRIEL TOO???
DID HE LOSE HIS BROTHER???
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.”
SOBBING 😭😭 THIS HAPPENED I WAS THERE
THINKING ABOUT…
42! Miles having to learn to drive from Uncle Aaron in their free time because Rio is too busy to teach him and he can’t learn any other way…
“If I say stop, you stop. understood?” Aaron reiterated for the fifth time. Miles nodded with a roll of his eyes, trying his best to not show how eager (and nervous) he was to be behind the wheel.
“Aight you’re goin’ to SLOWLY pull up here and make a right turn, S L O W L Y” Aaron said, checking for the seventh time to make sure he was buckled in.
Miles smiled, lightly pressing the gas to move the car forward.
He followed the correct protocols, making sure to stop at the stop sign, turn his signal on, look for cars, then swiftly (not so smoothly) turned his wheel to make the right turn. However instead of pressing the break to ease into the turn, he accidentally hit the gas making the car fly around the corner.
Aaron grabbed the handle above him, exasperatedly using his other hand to hold onto the dash in front of him. “STOP.” Miles winced, hitting the break harshly causing the car to jolt. They both rocked forward, the air falling into small awkward silence.
Aaron turned to miles aggressively, staring at him with a look of bewilderment “DAMN NIGGA I SAID SLOW.”
©axeoverblade
This has been on my mind non stop 😭🫶
Uncle Aaron and Miles:
Moot me 🆙 shawty 😩🙏
ofc shawty boo 😩 idk what this means cus i js joined tumblr like… two months ago 😭
BUT FOLLOW @axeoverblade BC YES
this one isn’t as bad but it made me sob the hardest </3
@kombuuuu