Eliiilamar - Life Of Eli

I GOT THE CLEAREST IMAGE IN MY HEAD 😭

Y’all are probably tired of me talking about Caribbean culture but Miles is literally from New York😭😭😭 he was eating a beef patty 🤣 I need more.

Miles G listens to dancehall and he has a waistline. Yes he does I’m not hearing it.

As twins they be listening to dancehall together Wild out by Rajah wild is their jam!

Curry chicken is their fav.

Uncle Aaron listens to old school reggae too and he puts it on and be doing that lil bop all the uncles do 🤣 iykyk. Too experienced- Barrington Levy is is song

Miles likes more of the old school reggae.

Miles G can understand some Caribbean slang.

Miles G be cutting up at parties with his friends and the girls loveeee it! They be standing in line to dance with him.

When the twins have dance parties and play and play a Riddim Milo is the MC. Whiles Miles is daggerin a pillow 🤣.

“Every man to a bloodclat gyal! Every man to a bumbooo!!!! PULLL UPPPP!!”

Miles does the Rasta muggle in a circle dance thingy 😂 probably only me understood that.

This is what I mean Minus the phones 🤣 :

ahdjdhsh the art style makes me wanna scream in the best way possible

Hobie & Pavitr 🕷️🕸️ my two favs

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oh my…

surrealtouch

real

me when ao3 is down so I'm forced to go to bed early and have a good 8 hours of sleep before going back to work tomorrow instead of burning my retina on my screen phone reading about the same guys falling in love over and over until 3 am

“I don’t want these weapons in this neighborhood, I got a nephew who lives here.”

AND NOW YOU GOT A WIFE. ME.

I FOUND MORE UNCLE AARON LOOK ALIKES!!!

I PRESENT

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

Now before you say anything, I balded him MYSELF to prove the point further:

CANT TELL ME THEY AINT UNC AARON 😒‼️

REAL

i hate nerves and anxiety. oh nooo i am scared of acting like a weird bitch to remedy this i will act like a weird bitch

I NEED HIM‼️‼️

HELP HEP HELP HELLO????

hi you beautiful moot 😻

heyy you gorgeous moot 🤩

canon. he would. i’m writing about this it’s inevitable.

Earth 42! Miles 😭

have mercy 😩🙏

lights, camera… action — hobie brown

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hobie's got a thing for the camera. he can't stop starting his timer and setting his phone up on his dresser against his albums, lens pointed at the end of his messy bed. sat down on the edge, sweats pulled down just enough to free his already-hard cock drooling pre-cum, he gives his camera another show.

he gives you another show.

the first stroke is his favorite, when he finally gets to touch his dick in a video he knows you'll cum to, painted nails toying with your pussy that he knows so well he can see behind his closed eyelids.

leaning back on one hand on his bed, ruffled black comforter framing his brown skin beautifully, he spits into his palm, looking up through his eyelashes with low eyes fixed on himself on the screen. "look a mess, playin' with myself for a camera," he chuckles, bringing his slick hand to wrap around his aching cock.

he looks the opposite of a mess, though, low lights in his room making his skin glow, illuminating his big, pretty cock for his and your eyes. wet hand sliding up and down his cock, his hips jerk up, chasing the pleasure he gives himself.

his toned stomach caves in, the hand that’s holding him up starts to shake as he finds his sweet pace, the one that has him cumming fast and hard. “fuck, feel s’good,” he grits, eyes finding the camera again as another fucked-out laugh rumbles through him.

he shakes his head at the image of himself, slim fingers wrapped around his long cock, eyes low and heavy, mouth open and panting, desperate sounds escaping him. slowing down, he brings his hand to wrap around his thick base, squeezing just a little. he slaps his cock against his stomach, purring, “can’t cum too fast, gotta make it worth it, make it good.”

he wants to make it good for you. he always does.

he leans farther on his other hand, stroking his cock again, slowly, shuddering out a moan with closed eyes. he works his way up, cursing and groaning, until he throws his head back with a pretty little whine, slick thumb swiping slow over his messy tip.

he focuses on his tip, now, hips jerking at the stimulation, eyes fixed on where he works himself. “‘m so desperate, need to feel good, need you t’watch me make myself feel good.” he confesses, whimpered words that you knew to be true already. his talk sends shivers down his own spine, the thought that you’ll enjoy his slurred words bringing him closer to spilling all over his hand.

“fuckfuckfuck,” he whines, far beyond moans and groans, fucked out and pleasure-full. hips jerking into his hand, fingers adorned with rings gripping his sheets.. he’s close. “can’t believe ‘m close already, god ‘m just a slut, jerkin’ myself for a fuckin’ video. but i’m your slut, ‘m yours.”

he’s rambling, perverted thoughts slipping to memories of you jerking him off, skilled hand wrapped around his aching cock, purring praises into his ear, other hand roaming his body while you litter kisses anywhere you can reach in between porn-worthy words. “‘m gonna cum, baby, gonna cum all over myself, jus’ for you. wish you were here to watch, t’make me cum instead.”

now, with thoughts of you flitting through his mind, he cums, gritting out jumbled up letters, from wishing you were here, to knowing you’d make him feel so much better, to plans of letting you jerk him when he sees you again.

regaining his breath, he can’t help but laugh again, eyes fixed on the mess he made of himself. he brings his hand to his chest, swirling his fingers around in his cum, depraved and disgusting. hazy eyes finding the camera, one of the only witnesses to his depravity, with a wicked smile on his face, leaning back on both arms now, he speaks, blissed and nasty.

“see you next time.”