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Favorite himbo moments from Twitch streamer DennyDoesIt (Twitch link) (TikTok link)
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Send a 😲 for your muse to walk in on mine masturbating!
"Dad!" Derek shouted in surprise, the hand that had been squeezing the thick shaft of his erection, moving as though one hand was going to be enough to shelter his father's prying eyes from his private parts.
"You're supposed to say something before you just let yourself in." He grumbled, glaring at his father. The older Hale had a confident aura, but commanding rooms did not mean that he owned all of them. Even if he was still Derek's alpha and father. Now he was left with blue balls and the awkwardness of his erection smearing precum over his abs as he tried to glare his father out of his bedroom so that he could finish taking care of the thick, throbbing erection making his abs glisten as it smeared precum over them.
Rocco Steele
Meet Ambrose
Blessed with the way he protected the young and new gays that entered his community, Ambrose was blessed by the gods to continue doing the same after Death. Now a Spirit, Ambrose comes to the aid of those that feel lonely and rejected. Sometimes it's just a talking that's needed, intimate cuddling, a dream dicking down for the bottoms, and a possession for the tops to guide them on how to improve their skills. However, most often than not, he's sent to punish those that abuse and take advantage of these baby gays to the extreme.
@himboner got magnus delacour, son of the mafia king getting followed around by the cute guy at the club.
magnus felt it all night. the presence that was following him. seeing the other, catching his eyes, magnus raised his glass and drank the content in it before walking straight over at it. “ you’ve been following me all night, so i decided to rip the bandaid for you and come to you. ” he smiled. “ buy me a drink, and tell me your name. ” magnus kept his smile. he was curious, was the guy just flirting with from across the room, or was there something deeper, because when it came to magnus and who he was related to, there always seem to be a catch.
➹ + Robbie Amell
Name: Chester Chastain Bio: When it comes to the Chester's story, it can be described pretty simple as the 'ugly duckling' story. He was never the most popular or anything like that. He was never the most physical person, either. It was only after a chance meeting with Maximus Fury at a comic book store that things began to change. The man gave him the boost of confidence he needed to start turning things around for himself. While he liked to think of himself as a pretty good person, Chester has a lot of 'unresolved tension' residing in him. To go from barely getting any attention to having hundreds and thousands of people screaming your name definitely does something to your psyche. It definitely goes to his head more often than he would like to admit it does. That and wrestling is often a good way to 'battle your demons'. Finisher: The Chastain Smasher
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"The great thing about being a weretiger? Is our sense of smell is nearly perfect. So, my little stalking bloodsucker, why don't you come out of hiding and join me?" Ashe spoked into the dark abyss of the night. It appears that he was alone...But Ashe knows better. Knows that he has been being stalked all day. And was just waiting for the best time to breach the subject with his little stalker. Under the guise of about to hop into the pool, he had gone to his pool and dipped his feet in before saying those words with a smirk. "Try to drink from me, and I'll claw your face off. FYI."
Late Delivery: Hank x Henry
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It was technically past Christmas. Fine. But there were always some exceptions to the arbitrary rules of yore. And Henry being the Santa in training had a bit of leeway more than dad did.
The trouble was that wherever Beast was staying didn't have a fireplace and so he was coming down some sort of AC unit. And he seemed to be setting off some sort of alarm.
When he tumbled into the room, skittering to a halt just short of landing on his face, he was pleasantly surprised to see he'd found the right guy.
He hoped the idea of who he was came across. He did have the red jacket on and the red velvet pants, though he favored Carharrts more than his dad's favorite black boot brand.
"Hi! Sorry. I think I- I'm- I'm Santa!" He said over the alarms if they were still blaring. "Hello. And Hank McCoy, I have a very special christmas gift for you-" he said with a smile.
Lazy Summer Lovin’
Billy and Derek climbed into the large hammock beside their father. They both rested a head on one of his big pillowy pecs. Billy was the first to speak, “I know you love to nap, Dad but I was hoping we could have some quality time, you know, the really dirty kind?” Derek nodded along with his little brother, already licking his lips at the thought of sucking down his father’s load. It was rare that Dad turned down an offer of sex with his boys anymore.
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