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shirtlessmoviestv · 5 months
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Ryan Guzman : Step Up Revolution (2012)
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enmorshed-blog · 5 months
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hommepieds007 · 9 months
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Astor Place…handsome hunk…masculine…tank top…reverse baseball cap…NoBull slides…
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guysofeurovision · 9 months
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hotdogsfordinner · 1 year
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Forget what you heard
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sons-from-adam · 4 months
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Robbie Lyons @ Trend MM
(Did a search on Robbie but didn't find any certain information)!
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argenispaul · 1 year
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tvdvoreandstuff · 29 days
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Werewolf Meal
Tyler walked through the front door after a long football practice and school day. He threw his sports bag down and walked into the living room, plopping himself on the couch, slowly drifting off into a deep slumber, and snoring peacefully as the A.C. kept him cool.
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Stefan Salvatore was walking alone outside, he had been hungry all day and was desperately looking for a meal to satisfy his recent cravings. He had been craving werewolves for a while now, he loved the way they howled as they slid down his throat and into his gut.
A certain scent hit Stefan's nose, that of a werewolf. His stomach growled, "God I am so hungry," he muttered to himself before slowly rubbing his stomach to try to soothe the pain. He looks at the Lockwood mansion before slowly going through an opened window.
Stefan finds the young wolf sleeping on the old-fashioned couch and starts to drool a tiny bit, vampire eyes out and all. “He looks so perfect,” he thought before walking up to the young wolf and admiring his body, loving how Tyler’s muscles bulged through his black tanktop and how adorable he sounded when he snored.
Stefan, refusing to waste more time, carefully grabs the wolf by his biceps and opens his jaw wide, stuffing the poor boy inside his mouth. Stefan swallowed up to Tyler’s shoulders, his stomach excitedly churning for the hunk of meat it was about to receive. Another gulp sent Tyler’s chest down Stefan’s throat, allowing him to lick the wolf’s salty abs.
Tyler starts to stir awake, realizing he is being swallowed whole. He starts to squirm and whimper, but it’s too late for him. Stefan has already swallowed Tyler up to his legs and with one last gulp, Tyler is fully inside Stefan’s stomach.
Stefan sighed deeply as he sat down on the couch, rubbing his now distended belly. He could feel Tyler trying to fight his way out of there. One specific kick from Tyler knocked a loud belch out of Stefan, echoing throughout the halls of the mansion.
Stefan settled down as Tyler’s attempts at escaping started to slow. Eventually, Tyler would pass out due to the lack of air, allowing Stefan to properly sit back. "I'll let you out in the morning, Tyler," Stefan would say soothingly before drifting off to sleep himself.
(This was my first time writing a vore fanfic, so my apologies if it's awful)
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guysofeurovision · 2 months
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hotdogsfordinner · 1 year
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I love me more than chocolate
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outbreaksurvived · 11 months
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The brave new world. Get onboard the train, or get left behind with the twentieth century. The day when I would remotely call myself a fuckin' hero. Yeah, right. This country hangs heroes.
The man who was once a former Umbrella commando and hatchet man, under many names looked at the nude woman ontop of him, as he brought the large cigar up to his lips. HUNK. Mr. Death. Doctor Death. The Grim Reaper. He was a ghost, here one minute and gone the next. But at this moment, his biohazard mask, and his sleek synthetic bodysuit, and fatigues were on the floor, with Jill's cargo pants and her form fitting blue tanktop that the Amazon of STARS loved so much. He just sat there, devoid of any clothing, his huge and muscular body covered in hairs and scars, some graying and otherwise, and coal black eyes, the most promiment scars on him being the knife scar that nearly put his right eye out of commission, after a fight with a Spetnaz commando that got the drop on him in a cave in Afghanistan, and the close call with a white phosporus grenade that left him with second degree burns. He could have gotten plastic surgery, but he liked having the reminder, so that he didn't fuck up on missions again.
He never thought he would see the day when he would find himself on the same side as Kennedy and Chris Redfield, but Valentine was someone he never thought of to find in his bed, as they would have probably traded bullets if they had met up in Raccoon City, but Jill took on the Nemesis and had done one hell of a job.
To say that Hunk wasn't welcomed with open arms, but Wesker had absolutely crossed the line, and he would not participate in a viral holocaust that would result in his own daughter being killed, to "force the evolution of humanity" or whatever Third Reich eugenics crap that Wesker had in mind. Hunk expected a new world order, where nations like the United States, Russia and China were obsolete, and it was a brave new world of anarchy where nobody was your boss, except for yourself.
"You're a real goddess, Valentine." The older man put his cigar down into the ashtray at bedside, as he kissed her back fiercely, sitting up, his hands roaming over her body.
She was a physical specimen, fresh of becoming one of Wesker's super soldiers, and he had seen the way she moved, somersaulting over gunfire like an acrobat, and men emptied entire clips and hit nothing. But she had always been one of the tough ones. And she looks dynamite naked as well. One hell of an upgrade from my miserable ex-wife.
Was he in love...again? He didn't know. But he liked the bond that Jill and the mercenary had as he flipped her over onto her stomach, putting her on her hands and knees. "The best there is. Probably why I think we go like bullets, and guns. You may indeed be genetically superior."
He held her hips, as he gripped a handful of her shortened brown hair, as he pulled her head back, kissing her deeply, as his other hand, scarred with mottled burns, squeezed Jill's windpipe, as he guided himself to slip inside of her core, from behind, Hunk softly growling as he began to thrust into, the bed shaking around, as he pounded her, going the distance with Valentine to be rough, and her world saw stars, from the lack of oxygen, from her engimatic lover and his breathplay.
But Hunk was quite a poetic, mind game inducing engima, who perhaps loved the sound of his own voice. When he felt like talking.
"Hel. And Death. A regular marriage of gods. You and me. The amazon, and the baddest soldier on the fucking planet."
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hommepieds007 · 3 years
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Kalākaua Avenue...masculine hunk...confident bro...tank top...scruff ...reverse baseball cap...”Muscle” shorts...meaty toes...Havaianas flip flops...
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