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rumforall · 1 year
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Horst P. Horst
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deliciousbriefsguys · 5 months
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AN ABSOLUTE TREAT TO SEE AND LOOK AT THIS DELICIOUS BOY AND HIS FANTASTICALLY HANDSOME WHITE BRIEF!
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lovr-of-man · 2 months
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jokeanddaggerdept · 1 month
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feeb-the-grubby · 2 months
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I notice something interesting after I rewatch Avatar the last Airbender!
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Did anyone realized, or notice that Zuko apparently got some cake's!!? I mean like just look at the girls, they don't even come close to Zuko!!!(except his sister)
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I can't believe this detail slipped through my mind 😭😭😭😭
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drawingwithlight · 2 years
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Hands and Buttocks by Horst P. Horst
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surgisculptsblog · 23 days
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Liposuction Beverly Hills - SurgiSculpt
"SurgiSculpt offers expert liposuction services in Beverly Hills, providing personalized body contouring solutions for a sculpted and confident you. Discover the artistry of SurgiSculpt today."
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venesicity · 6 months
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sometimes i think about how if leo is the subject of project pravitas (which he like probably definitely is) that means he might have canonically flirted with men. slay girl
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muertawrites · 1 year
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Inked (Eddie x Reader x Punk!Steve) [18+]
Summary: tattoos hurt. thankfully your artist is chill about the way you distract yourself from the pain.
Warnings: 18+ minors dni, oral (fem receiving), vouyerism, exhibitionism, male masturbation, explicit descriptions of sex and pain
Read Time: 7 mins
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This is possibly the most painful thing you've ever felt. It stings, it burns, and the tip of the gun feels like it's digging under your skin and against the bone beneath. Eddie hisses.
"You're holding me too tight, baby."
You look over to where your hand is gripped around his wrist, fingers white as they curl into his flesh. You release your hold and there are little moon-shaped grooves etched in his skin, blooming red and threatening to bleed.
Steve stops tattooing.
You're laying on the bench in his home studio, having offered yourself as a guinea pig to help him practice working on people for his apprenticeship. He's doing a sternum piece for you, sprawled out over your naked chest while Eddie sits on your other side, one hand massaging your breast while the other gets itself impaled by your clawing grip. It hurts way more than you expected it to. You're lightheaded and nauseous, and your whole body is clammy and feverish. You feel like you might faint.
Steve nervously bites his lip, his gloved thumb stroking over some of the excess ink.
"... It looks really good already," he attempts to console you. "Do you need to take a break?"
You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. Eddie's hand that cups your breast gives it a gentle squeeze, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers. You moan softly, and all at once you're inspired.
You turn to Steve, asking the question before you can psych yourself out.
"Do you mind if Eddie fucks me?"
The men blink at each other, bewildered. Neither of them says anything for a moment.
"Please," you beg. "It hurts so fucking much and I'm already topless. I think it'll help. I don't want to faint."
Steve stares at Eddie, who stares back at Steve. After a tense pause, Steve shrugs.
"Listen, man, if she's cool with it, I'm cool with it. Just don't move her too much."
Eddie looks down at you, his hand moving to stroke through your hair.
"Is that really what you want, sweetheart?"
He sounds concerned, but the brightness in his eyes and the growing stiffness in his jeans give him away. He's eager. Excited. He gets to bring his favorite pornos to life, and all because it was your idea. This is like Christmas.
You nod, giggling softly.
"Yes, Eddie, just do it. Before I change my mind."
He wastes no time, springing up from his chair and positioning himself at the end of the bench, his hands finding the waistband of your leggings and rolling them down. Steve watches, letting out a soft breath when Eddie exposes your hips, your thighs, the luscious patch of pubic hair between your legs. You grin up at him, gently tapping a finger against his chin.
"Stevie," you remind him. "My tattoo."
He gives you a suave, easy smile as he meets your eyes, a feature left over from his time as a high school womanizer. His cheeks are pink, his pupils consuming his pretty brown irises.
"Right," he chuckles. "Sorry."
He starts up the gun again, and Eddie's tongue finds your clit, pressing flat against you as Steve resumes his work on your chest, the needle stabbing its way back into your skin. The pain is eclipsed by the swirling of Eddie's tongue, the pucker of his lips as he dives in and starts sucking. You moan, focusing on the tingling between your thighs.
"That better?" Steve asks, smirking.
You nod.
"Way better."
Eddie grips your thighs, slinging your legs over his shoulders as he laps and sucks at you, the lewd, wet noises echoing off the walls. You can feel your wetness dripping down your buttocks as he works you towards orgasm. He gazes up at you through his lashes, his cock twitching when he doesn't meet your eyes or your breasts but instead sees Steve leaned over you, glancing his way. Eddie grins.
"How much longer, Harrington?" he wonders.
His lips and chin are glossy. Steve swallows heavily.
"About halfway," he answers.
Eddie nods. He stands, making quick work of his button and zipper and freeing his cock, running his shaft teasingly up the length of your pussy. Steve pauses to watch, his mouth slack at the way you coat Eddie's shaft, how easily it glides against you. Eddie grins as he taps the head of his cock against your clit.
"Her pussy's divine, man," he boasts. "Maybe instead of a tip she'll let you have a taste."
He winks at Steve, his hands moving to your hips as he eases inside of you, letting out a quiet moan. His features contort with the pleasure, succumbing to the heat of your slick walls. He starts to thrust, slow and deep, taking care not to shift you at all so Steve has a stable canvas; his palm presses to your stomach for support.
Steve stares, his cock pressing painfully against the leg of his jeans. After a moment he snaps himself out of it and goes back to work, painfully aware of how close he is to your breasts.
You whimper as Eddie fucks you, gripping the sides of the bench to keep yourself still. Eddie's cock pressing deep inside you, Steve's hot breath fanning over your nipple, the depravity of letting him see you naked and vulnerable has you panting, whining, crying for more. The pain of your sternum tattoo is easily forgotten.
Eddie fucks you for half an hour. Steve fills out the lines of your tattoo, then goes back over them again where they're not dark enough, pausing every so often to watch Eddie plow into you. At one point, you reach your hand between Steve's thighs and palm at him, feeling a rush as he bites his lip to keep from moaning. He whispers that you can take him out if you want. You do, and you haphazardly stroke his cock as he finishes the piece, surprisingly concentrated despite rolling his hips into your palm.
When the tattoo is finished, Steve steps away and lets you and Eddie finish as well. He leans against the counter as Eddie bends over you, his mouth latched to your neck as he rails you with unrelenting force until you cum around him, clenching him tightly and moaning as pleasure shakes your body; he follows close behind. You turn your head and watch as Steve touches himself, pulling on his cock until he reaches his own orgasm, spilling creamy ropes all over his stomach, thighs, and the floor. The skin between your legs is soaked.
Eddie helps Steve clean up while you come to your senses, laying on the bench in a dreamy, fucked out haze as Steve dresses your new tattoo and Eddie wipes the residue of sex off of you, himself, and the furniture. When you finally sit up, you look at Steve and laugh breathlessly, thanking him for a good time.
"How much do I owe you?" you ask.
He shakes his head.
"On the house," he says. He grins. "The private show was payment enough."
🎸eddie masterlist🎸
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deliciousbriefsguys · 2 months
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Une délicieuse envie d'être en slip me prend ! Un régal absolu de savourer ses propres clichés en même temps que ceux de tous ces si beaux garçons amoureux de beauté masculine et de slips, mini-slips, jockstraps, ou autres speedos !
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lovr-of-man · 3 months
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dear-satan · 10 months
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professor!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!Reader summary: you fuck your lecturers in the school bathroom warning: sexual content, age gap, cock warming
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A large male hand muffled the moan that escaped your lips. Your back was arched and all the weight of your body rested against the toilet where you were locked in with your unearthly handsome professor - Leon Kennedy.
"Shh, baby" Leon leaned into your ear clamping his other hand on your buttock. He was in you up to your balls and his penis was kissing your cervix making your legs feel like cotton wool. "I don't think you want anyone to hear us" He slid half out of you, drunk on the sight of your soaked pussy. He'd wanted to taste it for a long time, in fact ever since he'd seen you at your first lessons in that whore skirt. You looked so innocent then…. God, he would have fucked you in that moment in front of everyone, never mind the consequences. "You're so tight baby…" He exhaled straightening up. In one swift movement, he plunged all the way into you again, and his hand moved from your mouth to your hair, tugging at it. Under the impact of this you arched your back even further - if that was at all possible - biting your lip while holding back your whimpering.
"Mr Kennedy…" you whispered tapping your nails against the porcelain tank. If it wasn't for the fact that you were in the school loo you would have made the most pornographic sounds you could afford.
"Mr Kennedy, huh?" his movements became more aggressive, pulling your hair even further in his direction "Are we in damn lessons?" a small smile crept onto his face "Or maybe you'd like me to fuck you in front of everyone? How about that?" The hug on your bare buttocks was sure to leave bruises the next day.
You closed your eyes letting the air out through your nose. His thick penis was ruining your pussy from the inside giving you sensations you didn't even know about. You moved your trembling hand to your swollen clit, stimulating it. You wanted to feel even more, you wanted to be in heaven, to reach for the stars. "L-Leon plea-" your heart stopped for a moment as did Leon's thrusts. You both froze like rocks when two schoolgirls entered the bathroom talking and laughing out loud.
Leon let go of your hair and was immediately met with your horrified look, which only spurred him on further. He put a finger to his lips letting you know to be quiet. His pelvis hugged your ass. He simply began to fuck you suppressing his sigh, ignoring the fact that outside the cubicle you were locked in were female students who could hear you at any moment.
Tears appeared in the corners of your eyes from the onslaught of emotions. You prayed in your mind that the two girls would get out of the bathroom as soon as possible, feeling your orgasm approaching you by big steps. It was the same with Leon, by the way - his movements became sloppy and incredibly fast heralding his own high. His cock was hitting your G-spot making you accidentally press cum, which turned out to be a hit. The girls were abashed by the presence of someone else and hurriedly left the bathroom.
"H-holy shit!" you shouted, alternately moaning and sighing. "F-fucking God… Y-yes…" Leon failed to silence you. Your voice only added a cold shiver down his spine as his own cock began to pulsate releasing streaks of cum decorating your cervix. You didn't lag behind either - you howled his name like a slut, clamping down on him. Your whole body was trembling with excitement combined with fatigue and if it hadn't been for Leon's hands, you would have slid to the floor long ago.
And it was just the beginning of your day at university….
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ifaitos · 3 months
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"behind closed doors"
Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Reader
info : AMAB reader, no pronouns and genitalia mentioned, Sub!Gojo, porn w/o plot, maybe ooc but who care's, it's porn, minor degradation and praise, spanking.
A/N : hey... I'm alive!! Gonna try to be more active with writing<3
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Thinking about Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, a cocky, flirty bastard who thinks so highly of himself, seemingly dominant getting fucked dumb behind closed doors.
The way his back arched beautifully as you pulled his head back with your tight grip on his white locks. The drooling, loud cries and lewd moans uncontrollably escaping his pretty, swollen pink lips mixing with your grunts and skin slapping against another.
He was such a mess under your fingertips, every touch, every word spoken sending a jolt straight to his neglected dick, the tip of it was red; small beads of pre cum escaping through the slit. He knew he wasn't allowed to touch it without your permission but he couldn’t help it which, earned another harsh tug on his hair, pulling him closer to you, your movements slowing down to the sorcerer's dismay.
"Did I give you permission to touch yourself, ‘toru?" You hummed out, asking the squirming male under you. “N-No..” He choked out between gasps, his body trying to push against you faster to gain the lost friction back.
“You're useless.” Slamming Satoru's head against the mattress, you clicked your tongue, raising your hand and landing a harsh slap on Gojo's ass. “Can't even follow a single order, can't ya?” Another slap, earning a choked moan from the man in question.
You left a slap after another until the sorcerer's ass was cherry red, your hand stinging from the pain. “‘M sorry… ‘m sorry! Please, forgive me! I won't do it again, I won't!” He sobbed out, apologies spilling from his lips like a prayer.
You leaned down, pressing a kiss on his shoulder, your hand caressing the swollen buttocks in a soothing manner. “Good boy.”
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topcat77 · 3 months
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Andy Warhol
Torso (Male Buttocks), 1977
acrylic and silkscreen ink on linen
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