Hes So Fine - Blog Posts
A redraw of my wonderful Partner I made this year, I got better at drawing and he got more handsome ♡ love him so much!
Happy 61st Birthday James!! (3rd Aug) Always So Beautiful & Sexy!! What A Fabulous Man, So Talented And Such An Inspiration!! ❤️🔥🤘🏽
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** Photo Credits Go To Whoever Took Them. Collage Created And Edited By Me @ladyrosesblog **
Sir… Please… Like Come On How Is Someone Allowed To Be So Fucking Gorgeous?! I Love This Man So Much He Just Makes Me Feel Things…
Like… He’s Just So Damn Fine! How Can Someone Be So Fucking Perfect And So Beautiful?!
He Really Is…
❤️🥵🔥
Made This Collage A Little While Back. He’s So Handsome 🔥♥️
W. AXL ROSE
SO SEXY
HELP I AM CRYING HE IS SO SWEET.
just spent 5 minutes smiling at my phone.
and he looks so fucking good i'm sweating
and he admitted we're dating 🫣🫣
Why he lookin like a lion ready to pounce on it's prey 😭
It's 8 am I can't be this horny rn -- I GOT SHIT TO DO
@psycheetamore @peageetibbs-ab @f3ytal @unicoo @allittakesisoneflight I bet we know his secret talent 😏
His cheeky smile,
The way his tongue pops out slightly when you're lazily laughing about smth dumb,
His plump rosy cheeks,
His soft chin,
How his lips form a lil M,
How his eye crinkles,
His gummy smile,
His perfect bunny teeth,
His goofy lil boyish laugh,
His light, barely-visible, soft tache,
His sleepy voice and cali accent... uhhh....
It’s his laugh, the way he scrunches his nose, his beautiful teeth, his lips, his eyes, his voice, it’s EVERYTHING 😭😩
Bunny Solomon supremacy
BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK
HYUNJIN :: ＜MAXIDENT＞ UNVEIL : TRACK 2 “CHILL”
The ultimate twink was too powerful to keep him alive I guess
apology
miguel o'hara x reader
summary: miguel hasn’t come home in weeks. he tries to make it up to you.
warnings: smut, porn with minimal plot, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected piv sex, a bit of angst, we're a bit mean to miguel because we're mad at him
tags: f!reader, sub!miguel (hell yeah), we make miguel suffer (sorry bb),
word count: 1k
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Miguel hadn’t come home in weeks, and it was with a guilty pinched smile and a bouquet of flowers that he reappeared at your doorstep.
When you first saw him, you wanted to take the flowers from his hands and slam the door right in front of his face, but you knew that he certainly had a good reason and excuse to have done what he had done.
He didn’t tell you much about it; you figured it was more about his spiderman activities than about his work, because he rarely told you about the spider stuff, wanting to keep you as far away from it as possible. You were sometimes mad that he wouldn’t tell you anything about it, but he kept on insisting that it was for your own good, that you shouldn’t get too close to it. He had already paid the price.
He apologized, apologized and apologized about not coming back for so long. You told him that it was fine, but he knew it wasn’t, he knew that you were hurt, he saw how you wouldn’t look him in the eyes.
He didn’t need this; he didn’t need you to hate him, it might be even worse and scarier than every universe collapsing.
He owed you an apology, a real one. He didn’t know if what he had in mind could work, but he could try.
Which was why he found himself with your thighs caging his face, your hand tightly gripping his hair. He sometimes got carried away, kissing and biting at your thighs while he repeated that he was sorry, over and over again, before you tugged his hair into diving back into eating you out like it was the last time he did it.
If you repressed your moans to let him know that you were still mad, he was doing all the contrary. He deeply enjoyed this, and he wanted you to know it. If he could spend the whole night between your thighs he would, and even though his crotch ached for some friction, all that mattered to him at that moment was you and your pleasure.
He mouthed at your pussy as if he was making out with it; licking long, slow and languid stripes through your folds, gathering your slick over his tongue as if it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.
He pulled away to kiss the inside of your thighs, and just as you were about to scold him for it, he left a kiss at your clit before gently curling the tip of his tongue around it, making a strangled moan leave your mouth.
He smugly smiled at your reaction but quickly got back to work; he actually thought of something better, and pulled away, making you groan at the loss.
He laid down on the bed and pulled you on top of him so you could straddle his chest, and you huffed out a laugh when he started to beg you to sit on his face, pulling your hips higher up his body so you could use him as you wished.
“Use me baby, I deserve to be used”
And it was a good idea, you had to admit. You could control it all now, grinding onto his face as if he was just an object. His nails were digging into the meat of your thighs, marking crescents into your skin as he hummed against you, his broad hands then shifting to your ass so he could knead the tender flesh, pushing you even lower onto his face. You even wondered how he could breathe, but your concern quickly flew out the window when his nose rubbed against your clit.
Your hand had unconsciously fisted onto his hair to hold him in place as you rocked yourself harder against his tongue, fucking it until you lost your mind; you pulled away and straddled his chest just as you were about to come, leaving him confused and wondering as he caught his breath, the lower half of his face drenched in your juices.
He licked his lips clean, looking up at you with half lidded eyes, so fucking pussy drunk. He sounded so gone when he asked you why you pulled away, but he looked even more gone as you got rid of his pants and explained that you wanted to come on his cock but that he wouldn’t get to come.
He let out a small whimper when you lowered yourself onto him, his hands finding and gripping your hips in a bruising hold.
You bounced on him at an unforgiving pace; his head was thrown back into the pillows as he let out small moans, trying to contain himself.
You leaned onto him and kissed his neck, softly biting at the warm skin before repositioning and putting your hands over his chest, his muscles softly twitching under your touch, your soft moans driving him even crazier.
You were close, you knew it, and so did he. He watched down to where you were connected and bit on his bottom lip as he guided your hips up and down, your rocking more languid as you tried to reach your peak. You felt him twitch inside of you and reminded him not to come, and he responded with a small wail as he nodded, still biting hard on his bottom lip, the poor skin almost bleeding.
You came with a silent cry, his hips snapping up into you and burying himself even deeper as he worked you through your orgasm, focusing on every muscle of his body to try not to come as you rode out your high on his lap, his own about to tip over the edge.
He whined as you climbed off of him, his orgasm stolen away from him, just as you had promised.
You watched with awe and a sly smirk as his body stiffened, his cock twitching desperately in front of you, his hands pawing at the bedsheets in frustration.
You smirked proudly, putting a hand at his cheek before kissing his lips then his forehead, his eyes shutting tight.
"Look at you baby" you cooed, looking down at your hand softly stroking his thigh to tease him even more, so damn close to where he needed you. “Maybe I'm a bit less mad at you.”
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Spider-Punk by Matías Bergara Paint, pencil, & ink on cardboard
