Because I am a true patriot of my country [and certainly not because I thought it would be silly and neat] I decided to doodle the lil' guys as vampires <3
🥺 oh my god this is so cute!!!!! little vampy boys....Sr eating the watermelon is so adorable ofnnwbejf 🍉
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I just think this is funny
ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ
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Hello, lestappen fic idea: Remember when RBR showcased their Vegas livery on that club celling with the aerial dancers? So, Monaco kind of have a Circus tradition thingy going on... I was thinking about Charles knowing how to do some sort of aerial acrobatics/dance and mentioning it in a chat or interview during the Las Vegas weekend and Max not being able to get the idea out of his head.
Wait wait wait ok I’m seeing ur vision here bestie. What if he like, did some sort of aerial thing as a kid (stress reliever? Cross training? Friend dragged him?). So it’s just a funny fact to him but max is like
Charles in silks Charles in silks Charles in silks (completely zoned out during an interview)
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hi hi hi hello i love you very much <33
Hiyyyyy
OMG ILYSM :)<3333!!!!
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#23 + deweys, things you said about those T shirts they gave us
LMAO this one was fun! thank you & be warned, they are very silly.
Brandon laughs when they hand him the shirt. “Serious?” They can’t be. Well. He thinks about the ASMR thing. They could be.
Connor’s frowning at his, face all scrunched, so Brandon can tell he’s really bothered. “Is that — that’s not what my eyebrows look like.”
Brandon looks down at the little Connor. He’s right — they didn’t get the blocky ends of them right, the way they look ready to knit together with worry at any given moment, the way they didn’t stop with that dour furrow for the whole first month that Brandon knew him. “Pssh,” Brandon says. “Getting picky with your official t-shirts now?”
Connor scrunches at him. Brandon tries not to grin, and is pretty sure he fails.
“Well, they got your face just fine, so,” Connor says, like that means anything.
“They got that I’m taller than you, so,” Brandon shoots back. It’s a nothing comeback, but it makes Connor look away. Brandon will never get over how easily Connor balks. Anyway, what Brandon really meant is that they got the way he lays his arm over Connor’s shoulder just right, the way Connor’s neck fits right at the crook of Brandon’s elbow, the way they look like they belong right there, standing next to each other, just like that. And that’s good enough for him.
But Connor’s mouth is twitching now with a poorly hidden smile. “Be honest. You think they got the eyebrows wrong, too.”
Brandon pauses and looks at him. Connor’s sitting in his stall, still a little bashful, and Brandon doesn’t always understand why Connor does the things he does, but he gets this one. “Yeah, Dew. It’s a goddamn shame. You’re so pretty and they barely tried at all.”
Connor’s eyes drop immediately, fix themselves firmly on the ground, but Brandon can see his smile, can see the blush that reaches the very tips of his ears. So that’s pretty fucking cool.
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200 FOLLOWERS!
thank you so very much for 200 followers here on this hoffman-centric side blog!!! it's been super fun getting to know the SAW fandom better and falling further head over heels in love with our evil detective ♥
as a thank you/celebration, here's a little 200 word smut piece for our favourite bad cop, which u can read just below the cut. (18+ obviously)
When Hoffman fucks you, your body is reverently stretched and held and devoured and worshipped, every moment remaining skintight with heated desire, even after you’ve been sated once, twice, three times.
His strong arms frame your limp body, glistening and orgasm-struck beneath him: you are surmounted by his weighty bulk, hefty and heavy and delectable. The width and hard thickness of his cock is a consistent sweetness, a welcome pummeling intrusion between your thighs, spread wide, intermittently held open by his large hands. You run your own palms across the mass of him - his hot skin is slick with perspiration. His liquored breath caresses your neck in deep, ragged breaths of exertion, your head thrown back, eyes rollicking beneath their lids as his lips, soft and pillowy, plant lazy kisses on the corner of your mouth, jawline, throat. A particularly hard thrust flutters open your eyes to the sight of his face close to yours, your line of sight glazing across the jagged hook of his scar, and then your lips are tenderly kissing at it, the tip of your tongue tracing it, salty and textured.
He groans and you smile coyly, as he grasps and tastes and has you.
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I….fucking love….when someone is full/bloated and says they have to belch. And then telling them to get it out. Coaxing them on. And then they just unleash the biggest, loudest, wall-shaking burp you’ve ever heard. Especially when it’s followed up with a “guess I made some room for more food” 🙃🙃🙃
y’all I would literally fucking die. I’m telling you - I feel like I talk a big game, want to dom ppl or be more dominant but like. I’d be fucking screaming inside and probably so fucking turned on.
Honestly that’s part of the fun for me - trying to keep it together and take control back when I’m hit with those hard waves of arousal. it’s fun and hot.
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Sorry for destroying your notifications page 😔 it will happen again
Love ur stuff ♡
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ur drunk tags r killing me 😭😭😭 glad ur having a good time princess drink lots n lots of water !
nah bc wtf 😭😭😭😭 how’d i mess up that bad
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