#a magazine pt

[theforbiddeneden]

SLEEP TOKEN EDITORIAL PICTURES BY ANDY FORD

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FULL CR TO ANDY FORD

[musicmags]

Pt 1 of 2

[nat20220]

2024 BEST LOOKING MEN

[sersh]

ESTE HAIM Photographed by Mark Hanson for 71 Magazine, July/August 2023

[stone-cold-groove]

They earned their keep a thousand times over. Thompson Products ad - 1943.

[morenotles]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale Additional Tags: Do not repost my works without my express permission Series: Part 2 of Neckz-N-Throats Magazine Stories Summary:

This is a time stamp for the Sterek fic "The Collar" which is part of the Neckz-n-Throats verse.

[havithreatendub4]

#May 1995 #UK #Esquire #magazine #photoshoot

📸 William Maser

Pt 1

[rorokisser]

CRYING they used nct127 space as the song for when there's a new contestant on this trashy dating show

[lovesummertimetvmagazine]

Dock_Price_Plymouth_Famous_Tattoo_Artist #Plymouth_Tattoo_Convention 2011. LOVE SummerTime TV Magazine Worldwide #Chris_Summerfield #Video and #photography #Documentary since 1992 #Celebrity . https://rumble.com/v3i7ini-plymouth-tattoo-convention-day-2.-2011.-pt-2.html

[jungkookiexxx]

Jimin of BTS Breaks Down His “Very Intense” New Single “Set Me Free Pt.2”: Exclusive

[theforbiddeneden]

EDITORIAL SLEEP TOKEN PICTURES FOR MAGAZINES

CR: Andy Ford

[musicmags]

Pt 2 of 2

[chytilovian-daisy]

Wish there was an easier way to unfurl posters.... such a pain in the ass

[timbarrus]

Take notes. Grief, too, comes for everyone. I worked with adolescent boys who had HIV. Those were the days when nothing and no one was safe. Two thirds of them had lost one parent. Many had concomitant issues (various cancers). When someone from the group died, the boys insisted they would go to the funeral. I had vowed to never go to another funeral. Whenever I go to a funeral, it rains. Every time. It used to be annoying, but rain is now my friend. We were always the last to leave. No one could tell if you were crying or just soaked.

Or both.

Some of them fell completely apart. Some plunged back into addiction. Some were frozen and needed help. Some were in the trenches fighting for their lives. AIDS is not over. It's changed. Some went over the edge and returned to sex work. They swore they had never bonded with anyone. It hurt too much. I know this: They had bonded to one another. There was such a thing as suicide watch.

Grief was rock and roll.

PTS is grief as well. The only way I can handle it is to literally shut up. I listen. My focus is the kid, not the grief. The boys wanted to fight. To punch someone (anyone) in the face. Then, there were young men who wanted you to punch them in the face. Punch and punch back. But it was the wrestling on the floor and the intensity of that conflict a reciprocity where the entire room was weeping their guts out. I brought a tissue box to every funeral. The tissues were a rained sloppy mess. We laughed at that one.

[s0dium]

Needy

Pervert!Yuuta x Reader

Synopsis: Yuuta has avoided the touch of women for years due to having a homicidal jealous curse attached to him. Hell, he has even avoided touching himself. But something happens that makes him break

Warning: Male masturbation, pillow humping, edging, mentions of breeding, pining

Pt.2

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Having a homicidal jealous curse attached to you 24/7 that threatens to murder any woman that comes close to you, changes a man.

In Yuuta's case that meant that sex was out of the question. In fact, everything involving the slightest bit of physical intimacy was out of the question. Handshake? Yuuta would rather not risk it. Hugging? Sure if you wanted to get your head chopped off. Even when Yuuta joined Jujutsu High and became able to control Rika better, his ways of avoiding women had already been so ingrained into him, that any kind of intimacy was just foreign to him.

This didn't mean the Yuuta didn't think about it. He even indulged in the small things, like replaying the sex scene in a movie or eying the women in Todo's magazines he would bring on occasion. But that wasn't enough to quell the thrumming in his head or the whisper in the back of his mind craving more. Yuuta truly thought he could ignore it all though, that is, until he met you.

At first, it was easy for him to treat you as nothing more than a friend, a classmate. He could ignore how peculiarly beautiful and kind you were. He could brush off how your witty remarks during tough missions always made him laugh, and how the light, airy giggles that escaped your mouth when Yuuta did something unintentionally funny made butterflies swarm in his stomach. Then summer rolled around, and you started wearing more revealing clothes—short skirts and tights instead of long pants, which were apparently "easier to train in" you told him.

And it was only when you innocently bent over to pick something up one afternoon, when Yuuta accidentally caught a glimpse of your white underwear that dug into the fat of your plump butt, that the dam finally broke. When you turned around to bashfully apologize for accidentally flashing him, Yuuta was already gone. Unbeknownst to you, he had fled to his dorm room, struggling to hide his painfully hard dick in his pants.

Yuuta barely makes it to his bed before he is pulling down his black uniform pants and wrapping a shaky hand around his thick cock. He's not an idiot, he knows how to jack off, but there is something different right now. When in the past the few times he touched himself was to quickly get rid of arousal, now Yuuta finds himself yearning for something more.

He slowly drags his hand down his shaft and the satisfaction is immediate: just one stroke sent electric flesh arrows of pleasure through his entire body. The pleasure is mind-numbing, and just a taste of it has him yearning for more.

“Oh fuh-“ Yuuta's voice comes out breathless. He screws his eyes shut and darts a tongue across his lips to wet them. Almost immediately his mind wonders back to you, how delicious your ass looked, how beautiful you are, how beautiful you would be with your lips wrapped around his dick. How would your breasts feel in his palm? What would your face look like if he tweaked and sucked on your nipples? God, what would your pussy feel like.

Pap pap. Yuuta was starting to create a semi fast rhythm, white precum collecting in the spaces of his fingers as he furiously glided his tight grip up and down his dick. He doesn't just want to think about you; he wants to obsess over you. He doesn't just want to feel pleasure; he wants to drown in it. No, he wants to drown in you.

He's practically panting right now imaging himself inside you. If he felt good right now, how good would the real thing be? Oh he bet the squeeze around his dick would be delicious, he can practically hear you whining his name. Yuuta's legs trembled as his hand gilded over his overstimulated red tip and down to his heavy balls. Jesus this was good, so good, he needed more, Yuuta needed more friction because god if he couldn't have your pussy right now he at least needed to pretend.

Through heavy pleasure-filled lidded eyes, he glanced to the pillow next time him.

He was becoming greedy.

Fuck it.

Without much of a thought, Yuuta grabbed the pillow, folded it in half, laid on his side, hastily put his dick between the white cloth, and started to thrust. The friction is delicious. It makes his toes curl and desperately thrusts his hips into the soft pillow.

“Mmmm,  mmm mhm” he whimpers. Your name is on the tip of his tongue, but he can barely speak so much as think. There’s a tingly warm feeling building in his stomach, the pleasure is overtaking him. What would you think if you could see him like this? Would you call him a pervert or maybe would you help him? Oh, what a dream that would be, your soft hands wrapped around him, oh he bet that you could make him feel better than this pillow ever could.

“Ah-Ah Y/n please….” The thought of you is consuming him, you don’t know it but you are giving him the best pleasure he has ever experienced in his life. Yuutas thrusts are becoming frantic, desperate, he could taste his release on the tip of his tongue. His black hair is starting to stick to his forehead from the sweat and he realized he should have taken off his white uniform coat because it was getting so hot. He was so close, so close to cumming, he hates how this pillow isnt you, isn't your pussy, after this, he promises to himself that he won't ignore you or your beauty anymore, he’ll obsess over you, kiss the ground you walk on, he’ll take care of you so good and -and oh, oh my god, he wants to breed you, fill you with cum-

“Ah-ahhh~”

Yuuta’s hips stutter into the pillow and thick ropes of cum coat the fabric. The pleasure makes his legs and mind go numb and he’s left panting, whimpering from the after shocks.

No, after this Yuuta will never avoid you again.

[havithreatendub4]

#May 1995 #UK #Esquire #magazine #photoshoot

📸 William Maser

Pt 2