#back is arched

[http-tempted]

you know life is cooked when you are a non smoker but use a pen as an imaginary cigarette

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

Girls practice chinese lion dance

[rearobservatories]

This perfect peach has given us much to consider when it comes to pose dynamics. Lighting & texture play a crucial role in the execution.

[spicyraeman]

their faces turned out not so good but the crop is still cute

[communist-alfred]

[whinyangel]

just squealed and squirted everywhere

from the moment jj stepped out of prison it was like he took over your life. you wonder if he was able to sniff you out, if he looked between the lines of those letters for that raw, aching, weak spot and dug in. or maybe he just got lucky.

but as you watched him overtake your apartment, filling the walls with the smell of smoke and alcohol and bodies reeking of motor oil you realize you didn't stand a chance. jj was very good with his words.

like when he convinced you to send a couple pictures in the mail.

you know what i look like. doesn't a man deserve to know who he's talking too?

or when he called as soon as he came out and convinced you to see him.

what? not excited to see me? then what was all that shit in your letters then?

or when he got you in that hotel room.

it's been a while and you promised, can't pussy out on me like this.

so really, it's you're fault you let him move in. when jj told you he needed a place to stay while on parole or he'd get locked back up you couldn't tell him no. after 8 years he deserved more than a taste of freedom. as long as he kept his act up it shouldn't have been too bad.

then one day you came home, music booming from your apartment, loud cacophonous voices echoing out and you knew you made a mistake.

but again, jj's good with his words and his hands and his mouth and by the time he was done you were hazy and pliant as he went back out to his friends. when you woke up the place was clean, the smoke aired out as much as possible and you figured you can ease up. and jj hadn't asked for anything really, he got a job, helped pay rent, met up with his parole officer and that one night of celebration was just that.

so you thought at least. but jj was smart, he pivoted.he knew he couldn't spring things like this out of nowhere, so instead he took a more delicate approach. coaxing whimpered agreements from your lips as he sucked your clit into his mouth, pounding out gasped 'yes's' as you shuddered when you would cum.

now was another one of those times, you were trying you best to crawl away, one hand reaching back in effort to put some space between you, but he wasn't letting up. if anything he was getting rougher, lifting a leg up to reach deeper inside.

"you're so fuckin perfect sweetheart," he punctuates his words with a hard thrust, wrapping a hand around your throat to force an arch and presses his lips against your ear, "lemme capture the moment. cmon, don't you wanna see how pretty you look?"

you can barely squeak on an answer before he drops you with one palm flat on the back of you head and the other spreading your cheeks open. whatever response you may have given dies on your tongue when you feel him spit on your puckered hole.

"s'just for me, i promise."

the hand on your head is gone, and suddenly you're spooked by a bright light. when you turn your head all you can see is the shine of the camera, obscuring the rest of him until he was nothing but a big, hulking shadow.

"no! jj turn it off, it's embarrassing!"

he doesn't answer, just slowing down his movements as he spreads you open for the camera with a deep groan, "look at that shit. takin it like a champ."

if you could see yourself you'd see the image of utter debauchery--lips swollen and wet, the edges of your hair curled and the hazy fucked out gaze in your eyes. you dreaded the moment you heard yourself on the playback, moaning and whimpering like a slut.

"look at the camera cupcake, say hi."

jj's words float right past you, all you can do is lift your hips and fumble a hand underneath your body to swirl over your aching clit with a soft whimper.

but he wasn't having that, not when he was making you his own personal star.

jj lands a sharp smack to your cheek, pulling out a sharp squeal from your lips when he wrenched you up by the back of your head and pressed tight and hot against your cervix, "i tell you to do somethin, it aint a suggestion, be a good girl and say hi to the camera."

you looked a pitiful, teary mess as you forced a wobbly smile, one that didn't last long before he was pounding into you again, dropping the camera back down to focus on the tight clutch of your cunt creaming all over him.

"the boys are gonna fuckin love this."

@whinyangel

[twostepstyless]

Look at that stash 🥵

[8eedrop]

Of course the babygirl pose or whatever u say

[emry-stars-art]

Completely unrelated to TGR but I would like to kindly and politely request more buff Andrew <3 maybe Andrew bench pressing Neil or Neil gushing over Andrew being 💪💪 you know?

You knowwwwww I can’t resist a beefy Andrew. And neither can Neil

Pls someone help Neil order his thoughts. Head empty rn

[zephyrchama]

Seeing Satan interact with strays around the RAD campus gives you an idea. You decide to try it out when he's alone in the household library later.

As usual, he invites you to sit with him. When no one else is around, it's fine if you sit in his lap. It's your special privilege.

You take a peek at what he's reading. It looks boring, though his eyes are glued to the page. His blue irises shift in the light as they go back and forth across the page. It's a pretty sight.

When you raise a hand to his cheek, Satan leans his face into your palm. A natural gesture. He doesn't even look up. It signals the perfect time to put your plan into action. You begin to move your fingertips, gently scratching around the bottom of his ear in small circles. Just barely grazing his skin with your nails.

He stiffens with a look of pure confusion. Concentration broken, his gaze is finally directed at you.

Now that he's not distracted by the novel, your other hand makes its way to the crown of his head for more scritches. You go back and forth, mimicking the satisfying way Satan always does it to the strays around town. His soft blonde hair parts easily as you lightly scratch at his scalp.

"What do you think you're doing?" A blush spreads across his entire face, from cheek to ear. Perhaps your experiment went too far.

"I thought you'd like this," you admit. It seems to have the opposite effect, though. Instead of relaxing, Satan was straining his entire body. His grip on the chair's arm dug into its upholstery. You drop your hands and opt to lean against him instead.

He places his book aside. "I do. Why did you stop?"

"Really?" With newfound confidence, you graze two fingernails against the bottom of his chin, working in small zig zags. "So you like this?"

His breathing turns erratic. Satan grabs your wrist in an oddly strong hold and orders, "wait. Not here."

In a rush, he clutches you against his chest and stands up. There's so much force behind his movement, the armchair skids back several paces. It'll be faster if Satan carries you, and you can keep scratching his chin while he walks.

"Come with me, we'll try this out again in my room."

[myhotplaythingsreblogs5]

[khaoala]

when the legs go around the waist >>>

+ behind the scenes footage we're so glad to have:

[mimijjs]

Since my last firewind post did really good (I'm still getting notifs on it) I drew some more

[baddiesplug]

SHE A BADDIE ✨

[allpiesforourown]

Can we talk about Shen Yuan's nails here. Dear God I'd feel those on my back for DAYS

[28ms28]

bro there's no need to side hug your emotional support rival like that bro its making you look gay