Nov 1, 2025

Supernatural: Magic Fingers

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Drawing of FTM Dean Winchester shamelessly splayed naked on a dingy motel bed covered in a variety of stains. Sam’s on a bed with his feet on the pillows, holding his brother’s legs wide open on Sam’s thighs. Sam is only half visible, his white briefs bulging next to Dean’s hairy pussy. The room is dimly lit with one lamp, underneath which there on a bed stand sits the Magic Fingers coin slot, advertising itself as a 25 cent masturbation service. The slot is covered in white stains. “Hey, Sammy!” grins Dean, holding a large bottle of lube and gesturing with his two fingers. “You ever tried to finger yourself on one of these magic beds? I gotta tell you, it’s worth a quarter!”

Drawing of Dean Winchester, dressed in long-unwashed boxer briefs, shamelessly splayed on a dingy motel bed covered in a variety of stains. Sam’s on a bed with his feet on the pillows, holding his brother’s legs wide open on Sam’s thighs. Sam is only half visible, his white briefs bulging next to Dean’s crotch, their balls comfortably resting against each other’s. The room is dimly lit with one lamp, underneath which there on a bed stand sits the Magic Fingers coin slot, advertising itself as a 25 cent masturbation service. The slot is covered in white stains. “Hey, Sammy!” grins Dean, holding a large bottle labelled “Pun Oil”. “This Magic Fingers bed must be good, look at all the stains! There’s so many loads on these sheets. Let’s add some of ours, too!”

Drawing of Dean Winchester shamelessly splayed naked on a dingy motel bed covered in a variety of stains. Sam’s on a bed with his feet on the pillows, holding his brother’s legs wide open on Sam’s thighs. Sam is only half visible, his white briefs bulging next to Dean’s crotch, nearly touching the balls. The room is dimly lit with one lamp, underneath which there on a bed stand sits the Magic Fingers coin slot, advertising itself as a 25 cent masturbation service. The slot is covered in white stains. “Hey, Sammy!” grins Dean, absentmindedly caressing his turgid cock with a ring at the base. “Put your magic fingers to my magic spot, I got a magic trick to show you. It’s called a week’s load.”


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Oct 25, 2025

Superman Fucks a Pumpkin (Again)

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Drawing of Clark Kent on his knees, holding a carved pumpkin. Clark is wearing a sleeveless shirt, a backwards ball cap, a yellow-stained jockstrap, and socks with holes in them. “Dad, did you know they don’t have these in Metropolis? Everything’s plastic there. They call ‘em fleshlights!” says Clark. “I missed our homegrown jack off lanterns. Nobody in Kansas carves ‘em like you do, Dad!”

Drawing of Clark Kent on his knees, holding a carved pumpkin. Clark is wearing a sleeveless shirt, a backwards ball cap, and socks with holes in them. He has his hard cock inside the pumpkin, its leaking head is visible in the jack-o-lantern’s wide open mouth. “Dad, did you know they don’t have these in Metropolis? Everything’s plastic there. They call ‘em fleshlights!” says Clark. “I missed our homegrown jack off lanterns. Nobody in Kansas carves ‘em like you do, Dad!”


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Oct 18, 2025

Supernatural: Spell (SEO Title: Dean Rides Sam's Cock Bareback on Halloween)

Drawing of Sam Winchester in a dark room, on the floor in the middle of a circle with candles around him, wearing only his socks. Dean is straddling him, dressed in tightie whities and well-worn socks with holes. Dean is holding a small, leather-bound book in one hand, while waving the other around Sam’s groin and his ass. “Magnum peenus lubricatus! Dumbus anus penetratus!” chants Dean, as sparks of magic follow his hand. Sam looks excitedly at Dean’s bulge growing right in front of his face and licks his lips in anticipation. “Sammy, this spellbook is awesome!” says Dean.

Drawing of Sam Winchester in a dark room, on the floor in the middle of a circle with candles around him, wearing only his socks. Dean is straddling him, also naked save for well-worn socks with holes. Dean is holding a small, leather-bound book in one hand, while waving the other around Sam’s cock and his ass. “Magnum peenus lubricatus! Dumbus anus penetratus!” chants Dean, as sparks of magic follow his hand. Both brothers’ cocks get hard and immediately start leaking. Sam looks excitedly at Dean’s boner right in front of his face and licks his lips in anticipation. “Sammy, this spellbook is awesome!” says Dean.


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Oct 11, 2025

Scooby-Doo: Pocket Pumpkin

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Drawing of Freddie and Shaggy standing in front of the Mystery Machine parked near a dark house. The scene is dimly lit by the full moon. “A pocket pumpkin?” gasps Fred in shock, sporting a growing bulge in his blue trousers. Shaggy, with his pants and white briefs around his knees, and his green t-shirt covering what we can assume is a flaccid, yet still large cock, is holding a small gourd with its middle carved out that leaks semen. “Or, like, a gourd to go!” giggles Shaggy. “Never leave home without it, Freddie!”

Drawing of Freddie and Shaggy standing in front of the Mystery Machine parked near a dark house. The scene is dimly lit by the full moon. “A pocket pumpkin?” gasps Fred in shock, sporting a growing bulge in his blue trousers. Shaggy, with his pants and white briefs around his knees, is holding a small gourd with its middle carved out that leaks semen. “Or, like, a gourd to go!” giggles Shaggy, his cock still throbbing post-nut. “Never leave home without it, Freddie!”


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Oct 4, 2025

The Dukes Of Hazzard: Pumpkin

Drawing of Luke and Bo Duke in their dark bedroom, backlit by the sunset. The Dukes are dressed in white boxers and socks. Bo is holding a bottle of hand lotion, looking in awe at a pumpkin in Luke’s lap. The pumpkin has a hose and a rubber bulb attached to its top, and a cork stuck in its side. “Cooter calls this vacuum pump-kin!” says Luke, squeezing the bulb. “Look, Bo, I made one more hole, you gotta try it!” “Whoa, cousin!” gasps Bo. “It’s so neat! And just the right size! You think our tips are gonna touch?”

Drawing of Luke and Bo Duke in their dark bedroom, backlit by the sunset. The only thread of clothes on them both is Bo’s white socks. Bo is holding a bottle of hand lotion, looking in awe at a pumpkin in Luke’s lap. The pumpkin has a hose and a rubber bulb attached to its top, a cork stuck in its side, and Luke’s cock shoved balls deep into the hole at the bottom. “Cooter calls this vacuum pump-kin!” says Luke, squeezing the bulb. “Look, Bo, I made one more hole, you gotta try it!” “Whoa, cousin!” gasps Bo, his cock jumping up in excitement. “It’s so neat! And just the right size! You think our tips are gonna touch?”


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Sep 27, 2025

King Arthur’s Football Practice

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Drawing of King Arthur, crown over backwards ball cap as usual, kneeling at the silicone butt toy with thighs and a cock. Arthur is wearing knee-high socks, a mesh t-shirt, and a protective cup over his junk held there by either magic or sheer willpower. In one hand he’s holding a bottle of poppers, and behind him is a football that is ornamental at best. “Coach Merlin! I’m ready for my practice!” he says joyfully. “But what dost thou mean I should wear protection when I top? My cup falls off when I get a boner!”

Drawing of King Arthur, crown over backwards ball cap as usual, kneeling at the silicone butt toy with thighs and a cock. Arthur is wearing knee-high socks, a mesh t-shirt, and a mesh jockstrap that barely hides his soft cock. In one hand he’s holding a bottle of poppers, and behind him is a football which is best ignored. “Coach Merlin! I’m ready for my practice!” he says joyfully. “I haven’t changed my jockstrap for a week, as thou toldest me! I smell like a real top now, coach!”

Drawing of King Arthur, crown over backwards ball cap as usual, kneeling at the silicone butt toy with thighs and a cock. Arthur is wearing knee-high socks and a mesh t-shirt, dick out hard and leaking. In one hand he’s holding a bottle of poppers, and behind him is a football that probably will not factor into the situation at hand. “Coach Merlin! I’m ready for my practice!” he says joyfully. “Dost thou really think this potion will make me a top player? It usually makes me a bottom one!”


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Sep 20, 2025

Supernatural: Lucifer Fisting Sam Winchester

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Drawing of Sam Winchester at the psych ward, bent over the bed by his imaginary friend Lucifer. Flames are rising around the bed. Lucifer holds Sam down by the neck with one hand, while the other is sliding underneath Sam’s well-worn white briefs. “Come on, Sam! You can open the gates of hell for me, but not your own asshole?” smirks Lucifer, teasing a gasp out of Sam. “Imagine how good daddy’s knuckles feel pushing in. Rubbing your prostate. Just say yes and let Satan inside, Sammy.”

Drawing of Sam Winchester at the psych ward, bent over the bed by his imaginary friend Lucifer. Flames are rising around the bed. Lucifer holds Sam down by the neck with one hand, while the other is going inside Sammy’s juicy bare ass. “Come on, Sam! You can open the gates of hell for me, but not your own asshole?” smirks Lucifer, teasing a gasp out of Sam. “Imagine how good daddy’s knuckles feel pushing in. Rubbing your prostate. Just say yes and let Satan inside, Sammy.”


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Sep 13, 2025

Captain America & Howard Stark: Goon Fuel

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Drawing of Captain America and Howard Stark on a dimly lit stage with the U.S. flag as a backdrop. Stark is standing to the side, and Steve Rogers is front and center with a light on him. Steve has his shield strapped to his back, and stands dressed only in his tactical gloves, heavy army boots, and a stars-and-stripes thong. Between his legs sits an enormous tactical dildo, and behind Steve is a large gas tank with a hose attached to a mask he’s holding in front of his face. “Captain Rogers reporting for duty!” says Steve, going cross-eyed and smiling. “And now, the latest from Stark Industries! Goon Fuel!” cheerfully announces Stark. “Fuel for tanks, fuel for planes, fuel for our troops! Fuel so good, the fumes alone will have you flying all night! Proceed with the demonstration, Captain!”

Drawing of Captain America and Howard Stark on a dimly lit stage with the U.S. flag as a backdrop. Stark is standing to the side, and Steve Rogers is front and center with a light on him. Steve has his shield strapped to his back, and stands dressed only in his tactical gloves and heavy army boots, hairy pussy out for the whole world to see. Between his legs sits an enormous tactical dildo, and behind Steve is a large gas tank with a hose attached to a mask he’s holding in front of his face. “Captain Rogers reporting for duty!” says Steve, going cross-eyed and smiling. “And now, the latest from Stark Industries! Goon Fuel!” cheerfully announces Stark. “Fuel for tanks, fuel for planes, fuel for our troops! Fuel so good, the fumes alone will have you flying all night! Proceed with the demonstration, Captain!”

Drawing of Captain America and Howard Stark on a dimly lit stage with the U.S. flag as a backdrop. Stark is standing to the side, and Steve Rogers is front and center with a light on him. Steve has his shield strapped to his back, and stands dressed only in his tactical gloves, heavy army boots, and a stars-and-stripes thong. Between his legs sits an enormous tactical dildo, and behind Steve is a large gas tank with a hose attached to a mask he’s holding in front of his face. “Captain Rogers reporting for duty!” says Steve, going cross-eyed and smiling while his massive growing erection stretches the thong to its breaking point. “And now, the latest from Stark Industries! Goon Fuel!” cheerfully announces Stark. “Fuel for tanks, fuel for planes, fuel for our troops! Fuel so good, the fumes alone will have you flying all night! Proceed with the demonstration, Captain!”


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Sep 6, 2025

Hypno Humping Hawkeye

Drawing of Clint Barton in bed with his ass up, propped on a couple of pillows underneath. He’s dressed in his t-shirt, jockstrap, and socks, watching a video on his phone. The room is dark, and the phone’s glow illuminates Clint’s excited face with his eyes wide and mouth agape, lost in the hypnotic instructions beamed from the phone. Under his nose Hawkeye is holding two open bottles of poppers. The sheets under Clint are covered in streaks of cum.

Drawing of Clint Barton in bed with his ass up, propped on a couple of pillows underneath. He’s dressed in his t-shirt, jockstrap, and socks, watching a video on his phone. The room is dark, and the phone’s glow illuminates Clint’s excited face with his eyes wide and mouth agape, lost in the hypnotic instructions beamed from the phone. Under his nose Hawkeye is holding two open bottles of poppers. Behind him stands a machine relentlessly thrusting a large dildo in Clint’s ass. The sheets under Clint are covered in streaks of cum.


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Aug 30, 2025

The Dukes of Hazzard: Luke Spanks & Fucks Bo

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Drawing of Bo Duke, wearing his blue t-shirt and pulled down white boxers, standing in profile in front of General Lee with his hands on the hood of the car. His back is bent in a way that nicely presents his bare ass to Luke, who is standing behind Bo, dressed in an unbuttoned shirt, with his jeans down and boxers bulging dangerously close to Bo’s hungry, quivering asshole. Luke looks shocked as he holds his hand in the air above a red palm print on Bo’s ass cheek. “Come on, Luke! Slap it like you mean it!” Bo goads Luke. “Straighten those curves and flatten those hills, cousin!”

Drawing of Bo Duke, only wearing his blue t-shirt, standing in profile in front of General Lee with his hands on the hood of the car. His back is bent in a way that nicely presents his bare ass to Luke, who is thrusting his cock into his cousin from behind. Luke, dressed in an unbuttoned shirt and balls deep in that warm, tight Southern asshole, looks shocked as he holds his hand in the air above a red palm print on Bo’s ass cheek. “Come on, Luke! Slap it like you mean it!” Bo goads Luke. “Straighten those curves and flatten those hills, cousin!” he shouts, spilling a load all over General Lee’s hood.


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