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Just one more scene and I'm done with this fuck ahh animation... 🫩

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Illustration of Bulgakov's Master and Margarita, by Alexander Fedorov

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Hi master and Margarita fandom,,, so like

I'm gonna make biblically accurate Woland illustration okay? Okay.

Pose IB: hoyofair

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Curufin in the "Lay of Leithian: a Beren and Luthien's legend" musical performed by Nachimovskaya theatre, lyrics by Skadi. :)

I love it like SO MUCH

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"His body recovered from his torment and became hale, but the shadow of his pain was in his heart; and he lived to wield his sword with his left hand more deadly than his right had been. "

(The Silmarillion, ch. 13)

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fat gyarus in your area

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with grandpa <3

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Melkor.. being Melkor

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In love with the idea of a younger Tyelpe meeting a Sauron who hasn't yet been humbled by the events at Tol Sirion and Morgoth's defeat.

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I started writing this while hiding from the sun the morning after drinking half a bottle of tequila on vacation. It goes 0 to 100 right away so the whole thing is under the cut.

contents: object vore, masturbation, lotta gay thoughts

Dylan laid back in bed, scrolling the pics he'd swapped with the guy who slept over last night. Biting his lip, he slide his finger under the waistband of his boxers and gave his cock a stroke, practically drooling thinking about pressing his face into Daniel's pits again.

He swiped to the bottom of the chain and started typing

you free tonight?

He knew the answer, but thought it was worth a shot anyway. It took less than a minute to get confirmation,

busy tonight, tomorrow?

Sighing a little, Dylan closed the texts and opened his photos to watch the videos he had Daniel take. He pressed play and started stroking faster at the sight of his face buried in Daniel's pubes, lips wrapped around his cock. Just as Daniel grabbed his hair and started thrusting down his throat, a notification popped up along the top

btw, forgot my boxers at your place, seen them?

He stopped stroking and looked over the side of the bed.

Oh fuck yeah, he thought as he reached down and picked up a pair of blue buffalo check boxers. Tossing his phone aside, he rolled back into bed and held them up to his face, taking a deep breath. His nose was filled with the smell of Daniel's musk and he started stroking himself faster than before.

Another deep breath, and another, and another, and he was feeling dizzy. The haze and the smell of Daniel's cock only made him hornier, and he ran his tongue along the fabric on the inside of the boxers. The taste nearly sent him over the edge but he slowed down just in time, pulling more fabric into his mouth.

Dylan moaned as he stuffed the boxers into his mouth, the thought of licking the fabric Daniel's cock pressed against all day, the haze of hyperventilating on the smell of his musk, and the rage of hormones all melting his brain.

I need it, I need it, he thought to himself as he pulled the boxers deeper into his mouth. The crotch of the underwear was all the way down his tongue and the waistband began touching his throat, which was all the stimulation he needed to swallow.

The texture was rough and unfamiliar but as his saliva soaked the fabric his mouth filled with the musky flavor of cock and he let his instincts take over. He gave another hard gulp, this time his esophagus managed to get a good hold on the material and start pulling it down. He swallowed again, and again, and realized what was going down his throat.

I need it, fuck I need it, he thought as he gave a hard, intentional swallow, I need it in me, I need them inside me.

He struggled to breathe around the fabric as it went down, his gulps frantic as he edged again. His entire body trembled as the boxers went deeper, making a lump in his neck as he leaned his head up, swallowing hard. They were completely in his mouth and throat now, and Dylan was getting lightheaded from the lack of air. He began swallowing frantically as he started stroking again, the boxers working their way down faster the deeper they went.

Inside me, get inside me, he thought through the hypoxic, hormone-fueled haze. He gave one final hard gulp and his throat closed behind them. Oh fuck they're actually in me, he thought as he kept swallowing, the rough fabric inching its way down his throat.

As they slid deeper down, he took a deep breath, the oxygen starvation nearly causing him to pass out, and let out a low moan.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck they're inside me," he said to himself as he felt the boxers reaching his stomach. He moaned loudly at the feeling of the underwear pushing in. His eyes rolled back as he let himself finally go over the edge, the thought of Daniel's underwear inside of him racing through his mind as a jet of cum shot over his shoulder and onto the headboard.

The underwear continued to push into his stomach, only stimulating him further as he felt the pleasure intensify. He gripped the sheets and let out a low moan as he felt another blast erupt from his cock, hitting him directly in the face, followed by another that landed on his chest. The boxers pushed all the way into his stomach as his cock dribbled, his body twitching as his orgasm slowed.

He panted slowly as the cum ran down his chest and cheek, sticking to the hair. His stomach made a low grumble and he put his hand on it, feeling the lump of the boxers in his belly. The boxers shifted around as he touched, stimulating his stomach with an alien sensation from the inside.

They're... inside me, he thought to himself, oh fuck I swallowed them... his boxers... dirty boxers

His cock twitched

dirty boxers in my stomach... can't get them out...

He reached down and started tugging at it again

all mine...

His stomach gurgled and he moaned back, speeding up.

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Dylan sighed in the shower as he rinsed off. The warm water felt good on his skin as the sweat and cum covering him washed away. He took a step back and let the water run over the small lump in his belly, churning and groaning as it tried to work on the fabric. He thought about the musky, precum-stained fabric currently brewing with his stomach acid and only felt a mild twitch between his legs. His balls were empty and his cock had seen more abuse that night than it had in a long time.

After drying off, he picked up his phone and remembered he needed to reply to a text.

haven't seen them, will keep an eye out tho

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object vore bitch

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close-up

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Right now, I need to be stuffed.

It's gone past wanting.

I need to gorge myself with everything in sight, insatiable, getting fuller and fuller by the minute. I need to feel myself filling up inside, feel the weight and pressure building inside my gut. I need that sensation of eating and eating and eating until I feel my belly bulging outwards. I need to cram delicious food in my face while my middle swells bigger and bigger, popping my buttons and filling my lap.

I need to be horribly overfed, sprawled out in my chair, my belly packed drum tight with everything I've forced into it. I need to be swollen and tight, and so unbelievably bloated that my poor stomach doesn't have a bit of give left. I need the pressure inside my stomach to be immense and heavy.

And then I need to be tempted by something irresistable. I need to be compelled to keep going. To keep glutting myself, despite feeling that I have no room left. I need the feeling of slowly shoving bite after bite into my overloaded gut, unable to do anything but groan, eat, and feel so, so full.

I need to indulge until I have no choice but to stop. I need to be pinned to my bed by my heavy stomach, unable to move under the weight of my gluttony. I need to be seconds away from bursting, having only stopped eating once my belly is threatening to pop like a balloon if I so much as take a deep breath, let alone another bite.

I need to lie back in bliss, packed solid and filled to the limit, rubbing my firm, tight belly, groaning from fullness, filled with excitement and pride with the immense meal I've had.

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video of you sucking your current belly in and pushing out??

I... tried 😂😅

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So, funny story. Was already feeling pretty stuffed, then had a soda chugging competition with a gorgeous tumblr friend. We decided the loser would have to chug an extra soda afterwards. I lost, and then they offered to go double or nothing: we’d chug again, but if I lost again I’d have to drink TWO additional sodas after. Welp. I lost again. So, ended up drinking four sodas total instead of one. First pic is my full belly before the contest, second one is my poor tum after going through my penalty. As you may be able to tell, I’m about to explode.

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they could've been so happy together...