Eva Strapp or whatever
Today's Document

if i look back, i am lost

ellievsbear

Origami Around
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Peter Solarz
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

shark vs the universe

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
almost home
NASA
EXPECTATIONS

Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature
Sade Olutola
occasionally subtle
Claire Keane

blake kathryn

seen from Morocco
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seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia

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@rivetingrotter
Eva Strapp or whatever
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Kind of a mini rant but I've had the worst luck with relationships and it most definitely is my fault but also this is who you're breaking up with
How could you do that to this guy?
Ryan was adorable in new mail video
Imagine hypersexual Ethan during Unus Annus getting hard in the middle of every shoot and having to go jerk off in the bathroom so it's not obvious on camera and so he can focus, taking too much time, and Mark gets fed up with the interruptions and learns how to get Ethan off as quickly and efficiently as possible so they can get back on track, enjoying the challenge
It became Mark’s favorite part of filming: cornering Ethan, stroking him fast and rough until he came in his pants, or into the grass, into a toilet-bowl. Into Mark’s hand, so Mark could make him eat it. Anywhere—wherever Ethan tried to hide, mid-shoot. This time, Mark found him in the bathroom, his dick already dripping into the sink. Without closing the door, Mark bent him over, smearing Ethan’s cheek against the mirror. Four strokes and he was done. A new record, Mark thought, rinsing his hand. Watching Ethan shakily re-button his jeans, Mark promised himself he’d beat it tomorrow.
"Take out the trash, will you?" David Magee slurred his command, stumbling his way back to the couch from the fridge. He'd just "Kobe"d his 11th Natty Daddy of the night and the bin was flowing over onto the stained carpeting of their Huntington Park apartment. Ryan huffed.
"Why can't he do it?!" His arm outstretched to the younger boy on the couch. Matt had just turned 13 roughly a week ago and was riding the "birthday boy" privilege for a while now. It wasn't lost on Ryan that his dad was showing Matt extra favor because of his mom, Mr.Magee's new wife. Jess was sitting next to Matt and pulled him close.
"We're so cozy!" She had this peculiar drawl to her voice. Seduction, Ryan recognized. He'd heard that tone from the many women that have sat there before. Ryan smirked knowing this information in spite of Jess. She wasn't aware of his father's promiscuity yet. His smirk fell quickly after his father grumbled and gave him a stern look. David made sure not to be too rough on Ryan in front of Jess. Ryan was told to hide the bruises on his body. If anyone asks, he just got into a fight at school. That's all. Ryan knew better than to talk back to his dad, so without another word (or breath for that matter), he took the trash out.
Just before heading back in, he slumped on the curb. It was stifling in there. Fake haughty laughter and an annoying new younger brother who always got what he wanted. He rolled his eyes. You'd think maybe there'd be a mutual solidarity between them, but Matt was satisfied being doted on even at the expense of Ryan. It made him want to punch the kid. He couldn't, of course, but man, he wanted to. Ryan whipped out a stale Marlboro he'd found in his dad's car and lit up. He doesn't cough anymore when he smokes now and that gave him some weird sense of manly pride.
"You shouldn't be smoking." Ryan jumped. He hadn't heard Matt come down the stairs. The boy was barefoot and covered in lipstick kisses. He seemed to be wearing some himself.
"The fuck are you wearing?! You look like a damn sissy." Ryan hadn't realized that Matt was already quite teary-eyed when he sat down next to him on the curb. There was a small twinge of guilt in his chest after realizing Matt was probably often ridiculed as such, but there was something else bubbling up in his stomach. Some sort of twisted amusement at Matt's humiliation. And he didn't look hideous with it on...
Sneak Peak 1 (I pressed this button and don't know how to get rid of it)
wow amazing
literal scum on the bottom of my shoe
suppression
snow angel
they were based and real for this
LMAO me core
a ryatt fic without substance abuse is like an angel without wings
I sent them a pair of my underwear that I soaked through after watching a ryatt kissing comp over and over again but I guess they didn't get them 😔
I had found a box in my garage and just got a label from my local usps store (please support usps) and I sent it a couple of months ago! I threw in a few other things along with the briefs but they must've either got it and threw it out or they haven't gotten to my package yet. Either way, it's somewhere amongst all the other packages they have so I'm hoping eventually I'll see it in a video.
matt watson the typa mf to say “b-but we’re both boys!!!”
I sent them a pair of my underwear that I soaked through after watching a ryatt kissing comp over and over again but I guess they didn't get them 😔
"what yaoi, question?"
I'll touch him too❤️🩹❤️🩹
bringing back this podcast clip because somehow i haven’t posted it on here yet
anyways matt watson is a closeted trans woman. someone tell her it’s not too late!! estrogen can still save her!!!
why am I listening to dan doing whale erotic fanfiction right now