#fuck that bald old man with a beard

[mysillyside]

I headcanon that Ice King doesn't actually have wrinkles. I actually think his face is canonically supposed to be younger-looking then Simon's in FaC.

Like yes his hair is white and he has a long beard, but that's just the crown trying to make him look like Evergreen.

When he shaved in "Loyalty to the King", (nearly) every princess thought he was like mega hot, which I don't think would happen if he was visably an old man (sadly not everyone is into silver foxes). Yes I know this is a part of the silly episode premise, because early season AT still allowed itself to not take everything too seriously yet, buuuut it's still tehnically canon y'know?

As for Ice King's male pattern baldness, I lowkey think it's because wearing the crown so much fucked up his hairline. (kinda like how if you wear rly tight ponytails, you could fuckup your hairline as well later in life sdlfghksdfk). Same with his back issues honestly. I just think Ice King doesn't take care of himself that well, and if he did he'd probs look less like a grandpa.

In my brain, Ice King when he shaves just looks like a dude in his 40s (aka the age Simon was when he put on the crown).

FURTHER SUPPORTING THIS HYPOTHESIS.

Simon has consistently visable wrinkles, like for an Adventure Time character, he does look like an older guy. (which makes sense bc in FaC he's in his late 50s).

Comparason of what I mean!!! Ice King has baby face!!! The only time he has any visable wrinkles is when he's making exaggerated faces and y'kno that's there for comedic effect more then anything.

Sorry for the mental illness.

#adventure time #ice king #simon petrikov #my headcanons #💬 katposts #analyses & meta

[emilio-the-dumb-wrestler]

Stephen was the above average joe. Muscular. Huge package. Standing at 6’4”. When he walked into a room people stopped and stared looking a the muscled specimen that heaved the room. And with large size 16 feet you could hear him coming too.

Stephen had a perfect life but where someone is so perfect there has to be a downfall. Stephen’s was that he always took advantage of those close to him. He was able to be so muscular and hot spending all his time in the gym and never once helping his boyfriend, Matt, pay for rent. He was a leach. Every night he would come home dripping sweat. Kick off his massive shoes leaving them where they fell. He would drop his dirty sweat clothes in the hall way and never clean after himself. Then while still dropping sweat, flop down on the couch. Staining even more than what he already has. But it was time. And his boyfriend had had enough.

While Stephen fell asleep like he always did on the couch, his boyfriend still in front of him with a menacing glance. Holding the book he had from his family he began to chant the spell to make Stephen change.

Stephen was dreaming about plowing the hot gym bunny. Bending him over the sink and thrusting himself in. And all the while began to scream while he was having sex …

“….and this vessel must change to meet this new form!” His boy friend finished reading. And then he seen the fine print,,, there had to be an agreement from the one the spell was going to effect. He began to panic. How would he get Stephen to agree to…”YES YES ! FUCK ME !!!” Matt’s mouth dropped. How could this have happened in a more perfect moment. Stepping back slowly he hid the book. Now. Watching as his boyfriend began to change.

Soon Stephen’s well defined abs began to push outwards. His legs began to get fuller and he also began to shrink in height. His pecs quickly lost all definition as they were hidden under a thick layer of fat and his stomach continued to balloon out warden. Hair began to sprout from ever office of his body giving him in a thick coat of fur. His feet got shorter becoming a size of extremely wide and thick size 11s. He had little sausage toes now while his fingers fattened up. His butt began to inflate and sag as it widened and his back began to grow wide to match. A thick unkempt beard began to grow out of his face while he started balding. What was once a hunk before now looked like an out of shape 45 year old man. Matt smiled at his creation. Knowing that there was more to come.

Matt woke up to screams from the living room. Walking in he seen Stephen looking at his phone and trembling. “What the fuck has happened to me !!” Matt asked him. What he was talking about. All a part of his plan to make Stephen lose his mind. He was going to treat Stephen like the fat older man he was now. Even though he was the only other person in the world now that would remember what he is really supposed to be like. “Phen. You need to stop acting weird. It’s time for you to go to work. I wasn’t able to wash your janitor uniform though. “ Stephen just looked at him. Whatever happened seemed to have changed reality he thought. He had to get out of there. And sadly. It seems as though the dirty uniform was the only thing that would fit him. Before he left the apartment Matt handed him some pills “don’t forget your pills Phen. You know you need your heart meds and that cholesterol needs to come down. Try not to eat those 4 double cheeseburger for lunch again” he said as he kissed Stephen’s fatter face.

Work was hard for Stephen. He found that at his new size and short let height he was screed on all aspects of life now. He was the lowly janitor of the gym he worked at ! And people would just throw dirty clothes on him and expect him to always be at their whim for cleaning. During his lunch break he wanted to find a way to fix this. He had to get his old body back ! But then he caught glimpse of it. The burger signs. And drawn by an impossible force he walked over. Walking through the doors he was greeted by the cashier. Working his wallet out of his pocket with his meaty hands he paid for his food. 5 double cheeseburgers. And he ate ever bite. Licking the grease from the wrappers and his fingers. He was forced by some unseen force to be the fat animal he looked like. Walking back home he could help but feel winded. His lunch should have. Been enough to make him feel full for days but his stomach was growling like an angry bear. He felt so tired. As he walked through the apartment door he shuffled his wide feet down the hallway and looking in the mirror began to cry.

Somehow during the day he had gotten older. And much bigger. What little muscle definition he had was completely gone. Now his stomach was rock hard and protruding in an impossible beach ball stomach. Completely bald with white facial hair. Matt came around the corner and Stephen cried. He pleaded for Matt to remember him. “Phen. Are you ok? I know you’re jealous of my youth. But we’ve talked about this. You’re a 61 year old man. You have to come to terms with that!” And he walked off. That number reverberated in Stephen’s head.

Walking around the beach no was no longer fun for Stephen. He was getting looks now but not for his hot young body. It was for the massive beach ball he carried. He had been stuck like this for a whole month at this point. Continuing to try to find a way to change back there just has to be one. Matt came walking up to him with food. “You know one day. I’m going to stop giving into her hunger. We gotta find someway to get you. Lose weight Phen”. Phen aggressively at the multiple cheese burgers, fries and shake that Matt had brought him. Matt watched his creation. Everything from that night with spell had come true. An intense appetite that never went away, old age, massive bloated stomach with no muscle definition, and all the pains that would come with his body being like this. He knew that Phen was trying to find a way back. To get his old body back so he could be happy. But little did he know, that the Matt altered the working of the spell. “And when you agree to this the changes will be permanent”.

[paintedstories]

Y/n was tired of being stuck in the castle, Only being known as the king and queen’s daughter. She wanted to experience the world, So she snuck into the village and met hwang hyunjin, Local troublemaker and peasant. Kinda a jack and rose plot where they don’t like each other at first, but y/n keeps going into the village and they eventually fall for each other, Hyunjin sneaks into the castle during a party and they fuck each other in her room trying not to alert the guards. And also hyunjin being like a huge perv towards reader but in a charming way😭😭

pleaseeee I NEED THIS from ur beautiful mind🙏🏽💕💕

PHILOPHOBIA

♥: Thank you for the request and kind words! 💋💌

⚠: cussing ; weapons; almost caught up s3x ⚠: This is an AU meaning the SKZ band does not exist, and Hyun-Jin does not know any of the members. ⚠: Reader is a female 🚺 She/Her ⚠: Peasant Hwang Hyun-Jin x Royal reader ⚠: SMUT ⚠: Master list 📃 halter*= the design of the top of the dress(go search it up it'll help visualise better)

"Fuck it, I'm done with all this bull-shit," the Daughter of the golden king said to herself, she hated being perfect in the peasant's eye, hated being the pretty image of her mother gold and father golden, hatred was a small word for the sentiment she felt for her family, whom wanted to marry her for money. Dreadful washer life to say the least.

While looking outside the beautiful floral decorated garden an idea came up to her beautiful head, which everyone thought was all but mischief, only innocence could be seen through her eyes, which was a good advantage in the big castle when she had to lie her way out.

And this is how she is in this situation, lying to her father about going to sleep faster than usual and pleading with him to let her leave before the royal dinner, is not like it was something special, just her, her mother, and her father.

Fortunately, he agreed, as she tried to contain the excitement in her eyes she got the front of the dress in her hands and rapidly walked to her room, chuckling slightly when her dad ordered her to walk like a lady.

Closing the door to her room and getting the gown that she had with her own "incapable" regal hands made so she will look like the other peasants. Putting her hair in a messy ponytail and getting the leather shoes she made so the fit will be a total success she looked in the elegant golden framed mirror to see herself, unrecognizable she thought with a smirk. Finally, she will see the world, finally!

Climbing from her beautifully decorated window full of drawings she made of flowers and happy couples who found love by destiny not by the force of family she smiled and jumped on the branch from the big old tree from her childhood that stayed in front of her window as a welcome to escape the prison her golden family called the perfect home and finally be free, for a little while sadly.

Looking down from the tree while making the dress shorter by folding it in a spiral mode and knotting it at the front she jumped on the next tree and the final one that had the branch thick enough to go and jump from the tip on the big stone made barrier that kept her away from the world for so long.

the click of her leather shoes was heart on the rounded stones from the so called unbreakable golden fence.

Her hopes were almost taken away when she saw how far the imperial village was, but seeing a horse-drawn carriage, fortunately, by a peasant and not one of the guards, she jumped on the dirt path and walked rapidly to the peasant while fixing her dress and asked the very kind old man if he could leave her in the center of the village.

the man smiled and gestured for her to go and sit next to him, the man looked kind had blue eyes and a crispy-looking beard, he was bald and had a sun hat that was made of dried hard leaves, the traditional, and in the carriage was dried grass.

They talked and she asked where he was from, she found out he lives in the out-gate of the village but he had work in the center, that's why he accepted to let her come with him.

She found out that he had a beautiful wife and unfortunately event of her miscarriage, but they still hoped and prayed to god to give them a child. She was happy that the first person she meet was so kind, and on the 30 minutes of her listening to the poor man talking about his life, she silently prayed for all the happiness to come to him, when they arrived she hugged him and left the man shocked and smiling as she waved to him and ran to the deeps of the center, where all the people where.

Then she saw a guy with long black hair and dirty white clothes steal from a lady that was paying attention to three singers in the middle, the angry girl ran after him screaming.

"Hey you coward come back, stop stealing!" she screamed after him and when he turned on his track to look at the screaming girl he got annoyed and angry, who was she to scream after him!?! he just glared at her and showed her the middle finger while he kept running, thinking he will lose her and eat the sweet he stole from that hag, little did he know that she was trained and she had the stamina of a soldier. when he thought he lost her he turned to look behind him while jogging and saw that she was still running after him.

"What THE FUCK! WOMAN, STOP FOLLOWING ME" he screamed while he continued to run and slowly start to gasp for air, realizing that he was going nowhere he jumped onto wooden casks, but when his foot touched the cask he flew on the floor, as they were empty and very old, meaning, very fragile.

She watched as he fell on his ass grunting and rubbing his back, she then rush walked to him and punched him in the face. "what was that for?!" he screamed while rubbing the part of his face where she punched him. "for being a coward thief and not getting a job like normal humans and living in poverty because you're lazy and a coward" she repeated the word coward to him twice because of the anger she felt, she hated cowards, and hated thief's even more!

"How can you live like this!" she screamed at him. He truly didn't know the answer himself, for a second you could see the pain in his eyes as he registers the harsh words of the girl.

"fuck off, you don't know anything... stupid woman" he pushed her off of him and then handed her a hand to get up and she, unfortunately, accepted, when she got up half a meter he let her hand go and she fell with a squeak, cute, he thought before shaking bis head and smirking while gesturing to her that now she could trust him by grabbing his hand but he did not grab it, instead she swatted his hand away with anger "fucking peasant" she muttered under her breath while getting up and leaving the boy dumbfounded.

she started walking away from him, mumbling to herself while patting the hem of her dress and sleeves.

but he wasn't having none of her stubborn attitude and with his long feet slowly walked to her, with a mischievous smirk.

"you're new here, never seen such a stubborn lady around here," he said while grabbing her by the waist. Swatting his hand away and walking further ahead without responding to him. He just shrugged his shoulders and walked ahead, feeling annoyed about the girl not being like the others.

Y/n decided to ignore the boy, as she said in her mind.

"he is not worth enough to deal with, I have to see other things than talk with a thief" and she continued her adventure through the village, for another 1 hour and a quarter when she came back to the castle fortunately with the same man as when she left, she found out he goes to the village every day. "perfect," she thought, she will sneak out and go with the man.

for the past three days, Y/n kept sneaking out, of course, her family thought it was weird how all of a sudden she was happy, but glad she was they did not disturb her with unanswerable questions.

as the day's passed of the beautiful girl sneaking out of the palace in the village, sometimes (quite often) meeting with the handsome boy, whose name was Hwang Hyun-Jin, she found out after an unfortunate encounter of him bumping into her the 100th time, she could confidently say, he became more and more annoying, she hated him and knew he hated her too, always pinching her waist or taking a bit of her hair and yanking it. He was the dear devil.

it was the 35th day of her sneaking out, keeping track of her sneakings was always good, of course very well hidden under a plank of wood of her floor.

the sneaking went as it always went, no one said, saw, or discovered anything, or she thought so.

but while being in the village, walking without any thought where, she started thinking about tomorrow's party, again needing to act as the perfect spoiled princess, glad could say she was that only royals would be, but as fast as she entered her thoughts a rather someone or a one rather annoying Hwang interrupted her thoughts. "Oh hello ~ There princess" he purred in her neck as he circled her, how did he know?! she thought scared but without showing an expression.

"Come on Princess, I've known from our first encounter, knew something was different with you," he said while sneaking his arm around her shoulder making her feel trapped. "and what if I am?!" she said annoyed. "nothing, nothing, just curious what a spoiled princess would want to do around here" rolling her eyes she swatted his hand away and went back to the man who she saw was going to his horse carriage and hoped in with a huff after of course greeting the old man.

Laughing slightly the man made the horses start walking and in no time she was at the back of the palace after he left she started climbing on her spot, but little did she know that a certain someone was watching her.

and as fast as that, the next day came and everyone was on alert to get ready, themself and the party.

and as the days always pass, the party came too, after the dinner, where she should have been, she could excuse herself in her room, as always, only the face, nothing more, only a pretty face.

Walking towards her room in the annoyingly long hall while huffing she finally arrived in her room and after closing the door and lighting a candle as it was getting dark she heard shuffling from her window when she turned to look around she almost screamed but the stranger slapped his hand accidentally too hard around her mouth while turning her around with her back to his chest.

"shh princess, we don't want anyone hearing us now do we?" he said, his breath tickling her neck sending shudders down her spine. "what, do you want?"

she manages to mutter after removing his hand from her mouth. "Oh, nothing sweetheart, I just, came here to get a taste from the mysterious girl" he smirked behind her while he kept holding the scared aroused girl in his strong grip, making her feel trapped.

He took her breath away when she was thrown into her bed by the man, and started kissing her hungrily, he told himself that if she wouldn't kiss him bake he would leave her, but she started kissing him and grabbing his hair.

When the girl started moaning, he knew he could continue.

Smirking into the kiss he motioned to her that he wanted her Halter, when she nodded he removed it and started kissing her chest making her whimper, slowly sliding down to grab the corset and untie it from behind her after making her stand in a sitting position and freeing her from the dress.

Seeing her naked body made him even more hungered by the girl. Kissing her softly on the lips then going down to her chest and tummy like a starved man, making you whimper and shakily call his name. "shh, sweetheart, don't let them hear you" he smirked while moving his hand down to your undergarments making your legs close. "no need to close your legs on me, I desire to see all of you, my dove" he said then slowly entered her making her whimper. " I love you my dove, every since- ngh fuck- I saw you" Her eyes widened, and cummed instantly after hearing him confess to her, he started pounding into her harder after feeling her clench on him and hearing her heavenly moans, few more thrusts and he got out cumming on her stomach while his eyes rolled to the back of his head and whimpered then let half of his weight fall on your body.

*knock*

*knock*

*knock*

"mistress is everything alright, I heard a moan of pain."

"oh n-no Brunhilde I just stumbled my toe to the leg of the bed, haha you know how clumsy I get when I'm tired, no need to check on me, you can leave, and tell the others not to disturb me as I'm going to my much-needed slumber!* she said trying o sound normal. only if her maid knew what happened. fortunately the maid left, leaving the two alone.

"so mistress what are we?" he said with a smirk moving his face at the crock of her neck and kissing her while leaving a hickey at the back of her neck not visible when having her hair down.

"I don't know, my father would never let me marry you..." she said with sadness in her voice and eyes.

he hugged her back to his chest and kissed her naked shoulder while moving his left hand soothingly on her waist up to her underboob and down to her ass.

"lets run" he said with devotion in his voice.

OH my god hi love!!

I'm sorry for responding so late but I loved the ask so much that I had to remake it 3 times haha.

If you liked it please reblog, it helps a lot ♥

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[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Frankie isn't afraid of growing old [Frankie x gn!reader]

My Frankie Morales masterlist

Read on Ao3

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x you (I think it’s gn!reader, correct me if I’m wrong).

Warnings: Implied sex at the end, but this is just short and sweet and sfw.

Summary: You like Frankie's hair and beard and body? Idek.

Words: 788

You stop on the threshold to the bathroom, and lean on the door frame, admiring the view before you.

Frankie’s just out of the shower, towel hanging low on his narrow hips, his pudgy belly protruding over the edge of the cotton. Long, strong legs, thick thighs (now hidden by the towel), broad shoulders, arms muscular by physical labor, not lifting weights. A bit of a double chin forming, round cheeks when he smiles – which he does often. Facial hair growing out of order, silver scattered among the dark bristles. His hair echoes that salt and pepper, and newly washed, towel-dried… Good lord, those curls.

Your man is a hot piece of ass, there’s no other way of putting it.

He glances over at you, a little smile playing in the corner of his mouth as he reaches for the shaving cream.

”What?”

”You know what,” you smile back.

”I don’t.”

”Yes you do, stud. You’re so fucking sexy.”

His ears turn pink, and he hurries to lather his face with shaving cream.

”Thanks.” His voice is demure, but warm, and his long lashes are cast down as he picks up his razor, before looking up in the mirror.

”Why the shaving?” you ask, now entering the bathroom. He raises a brow at you, razor at the ready.

”Honey, I look like Hugh Jackman in X-Men.”

”You say that like it’s a bad thing…”

”It’s beginning to look unkempt.”

You grab a towel from the rack, and dab a little at his face. ”Just a little touch-up? I like your facial hair.”

”It’s getting itchy.”

”That’s because you’re not using the products I got you,” you roll your eyes and give Frankie a ”told you so” look. He smiles back, sheepishly, and puts down the razor. You take that as an invitation to wet the towel, and start to wipe the cream off his face. A lock of hair falls down his forehead, and you brush it to the side, letting your fingers run through the damp curls. Frankie releases a small sigh, as do you.

God, how you love that he’s just who he is. He’s not ashamed of his body, doesn’t sweat it that he’s going grey (you almost spit out your drink the first time you saw Benjamin with his newly colored hair – there’s a guy who refuses to grow old), and doesn’t care if you shave your body hair or not.

Frankie just isn’t afraid of growing old. He welcomes it with open arms, now that he’s out of the military, alive and spending the rest of his life with you.

”Just a little trim?” you now suggest, and Frankie agrees. You take the electric razor from its dock, check the setting, then go over your man’s mustache and patchy beard. When you’re done, you change the setting again, and touch up the edges. Finally, you take out the beard oil, and carefully massage it onto his face. All the time, Frankie’s eyes are fixed on yours, half closed like those of a cat enjoying itself in a patch of sunlight.

”There,” you finally nod, patting his cheek. ”Pretty as a pony.”

Frankie chuckles, now tearing his gaze from you, and checking himself in the mirror. He runs his palms over his cheeks, turns his face this way and that to check all the angles.

”Thanks,” he finally says, looking happy. He may not be that interested in trying to look young, but he does want to look good with what he has. ”It’s much better.”

”You’re very welcome,” you smile, equally happy with the result. Frankie draws his fingers through his hair.

”I think I’ll see if the barber has an opening tomorrow.”

”Noooo,” you protest, taking his hands away from his hair, and running your own fingers through the curls that you love so much. ”No touchy!”

”Honestly, baby, I’m beginning to think that you won’t love me anymore if I were to turn bald!”

”I wouldn’t,” you tell him cruelly. ”You wouldn’t be the same without the hair.”

”You’re breaking my heart,” he mock sobs dramatically. ”You’re only with me because I look good.”

”Well, duh.”

You lean in, smelling the beard oil and body wash on him. Tentatively, your lips brush over his.

”I’ll tell you a secret,” you whisper, your hands sneaking around his waist, pulling him in close, his big warm belly pressing up against you.

”Yeah?” He nips at your lips, hands coming to just above your ass.

”I don’t like the idea of someone else touching your hair.”

”Jealousy is a good look on you…”

”Everything looks good on me.”

”True.”

You untie the towel around his hips, and Frankie presses his grinning lips to yours.

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier fanfic #my fic #x reader

[leclercstarrs]

reunion, glenn rhee.

summary: in which you get separated from your boyfriend and the rest of the group after the prison’s destroyed!

warnings: typical twd violence but mentions/implied threats of sa and violence so please be cautious my loves! also not yet proof read!

notes: i said this in the warnings but please don’t read this if you think these topics could trigger you. there’s no descriptions of these topics but these things are implied by the group of men daryl briefly joins on his way to trminus. this was requested by anon so i hope it finds you and hope you like it!

You’re currently walking down a path of old and rusty train tracks, having no clue where exactly you are, just that the prison isn’t safe anymore. The governor made his return, destroying the prison and leaving the group with no choice but to flee, resulting in everyone getting separated. You, unfortunately, are alone. No one else went the way you went and now you’ve lost Glenn. He’s your only motivation to keep going, hoping you’ll eventually cross paths with him. However, for all you know, he could be dead, the governor or walkers getting at him. You don’t want to think about that possibility though.

It’s late, the stars being the only form of light, your feet now dragging along the tracks, kicking rocks as you step forward. “Please end my suffering.” You whisper to no one but yourself, rolling your eyes and stopping suddenly when you notice an abandoned factory of some sort next to the train tracks. You think for a moment, realizing it’s best to take a break before you push yourself too hard. Letting out a sigh and wiping some sweat off your forehead, you walk off of the tracks, stepping onto the grass and heading towards the old building that’s surrounded by other, more rundown, ones.

Your first instinct when you reach the building is to knock on the door and some of the windows surrounding it, checking for walkers.

Nothing. Sounds clear.

You knock again, just to be sure.

Again, nothing.

You slowly turn the door handle, expecting to be greeted with an empty place. “Hiya.” A tall man with grey hair, accompanied by a grey beard, is standing right in the doorway, a sinister smile on his face. You quickly move your gun in front of him. “I wouldn’t do that.” Another, skinnier man, appears beside him with that same smile. Then, you notice someone behind them. Daryl. “Daryl?” You gasp, lowering your gun. “Ya know this girl?” The grey haired man turns around for a second. “(Y/N!)” Daryl gasps, ready to push through the men and hug you. “Mm, stop.” The man presses a hand onto to Daryl’s chest, stopping him, while the other young man roughly grabs your arm.

“What the fuck? Get off of me!” You huff, trying to get out of the man’s rough grip. “Cant do that, missy.” His tone is condescending, making it even more terrifying as two more guys join the group. One of them is balding, and if it’s possible, even creepier looking than the other’s. The other one looks greasy, his long and thin hair reaching past his shoulders, his clothes torn and ripped. Then, you notice Daryl again. He’s being held back by two of the other guys, a pissed off look on his face as he struggles to get free and help you, his crossbow no where in sight. “Fuck off!” You spit in the younger man’s face, the grey haired man laughing at you. “Feisty, huh?” He pushes the guy off you and now he’s holding onto you, touching your hair, “Do you know what we’re going to do to you? You see, a certain someone came by and killed one of my men, which I don’t take lightly, so, we need some payback.” He sighs.

“Payback? I didn’t touch your man, I’ve been alone this entire time, Daryl and I were separated!” You scoff. If it wasn’t for the fact that you’re in certain danger, you would laugh at this group’s stupidity. “That don’t matter now, pretty girl.” The balding man chuckles, baring his gross teeth. “Go to hell, perv.” You mumble. Daryl glares at you, wishing you’d stop making it worse for yourself. “Well, since you wanna do this the hard way, I’ll show ya the hard way-” Just as the older man gets even closer to you, you quickly push him off, grabbing the pocket knife you have in your boot, the only weapon the group didn’t confiscate or notice. Obviously, this plan is stupid, but it’s your only shot. Before any of the guys can grab you, you slice the arm of the one who was previously holding you, quickly running away and exiting the building, letting your feet take you as fast as possible as the group follows you.

“Oh, you’ve done it now girl.” One of them yells, calling after you. You enter another building, having no time to check for walkers, as one walks right towards you. You take a second to push it back, hoping it slows down the group. Thankfully it does, the walker surprising the group as they enter the next building, biting into of their necks. You leave through the back door, having no time to get Daryl, and running back to the train tracks, not stopping until you’re out of their sight and at Terminus.

“Hey! Let me out!” You bang on the shipping container the people of Terminus put you in, trying to hold back your frustrated sobs. So much for a save haven.

You turn around and slide down the cold metal walls, running your hands through your hair, anger boiling inside of you. Everyone’s gone and now you’re trapped in a container.

“(Y/N)?” You immediately recognize that accent as Rick’s. “Rick?” You gasp, happy to at least see a familiar face as he walks out of the shadows. However, your smile grows even wider when you see Glenn and the others walk out with him. “Glenn! Oh my god, I thought I’d never see you again!” You yell, running towards him and pulling him into a hug. He’s barely able to register it’s you as he wraps his arms around you, smiling resting his head on your shoulder. “I love you.” He pulls away from the hug. “I love you too.” You whisper. The rest of the group watches the sweet moment, before bringing themselves back to the grim reality of the situation. “(Y/N), I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t know those guys were fucked up.” A voice suddenly catches your attention, causing you to turn around and see Daryl, “It’s fine, I know.” You sigh, taking a second to hug him as well, the man trying to hold back his own tears. “You know I’m happy to see you, (Y/N), but we gotta figure this out.” Rick breaks the moment, causing you to put your serious face on again, “I know.” You reply.

#also it’s mentioned multiple times that reader is fem but you can always replace the pronouns/etc #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fanfic #twd fanfiction #twd x reader #the walking dead x reader #glenn rhee x reader #glenn rhee #rick grimes x reader #daryl dixion x reader

[male-body-swap-lover]

Thanksgiving Transformation Nightmare - Part Three

(This was supposed to come out before Thanksgiving, but time slipped away.)

BlueLite on main was the hottest gay bar in town. Next week is Thanksgiving so they are hosting a special Thanksgiving theme party. “Dress as your Parents” since so many people go home for thanksgiving. However, BlueLite has special powers. Let’s follow some of our friends on their life changing adventure.

Jason hated having to go home now since his mother passed away. His father never approved of him being gay. He was a conservative garbage man and a huge conspiracy theory believer. Before his mom died, Jason promised his mom he would return home and celebrate Thanksgiving every year with his father. So, he was out celebrating with his buds and getting wasted before he had to go home.

“Jason, that outfit looks great on you. You just need to not shower and you will smell just like a garbage man too,” said his friend, Lance.

“Lance, you know first hand how much I enjoy my shower!”

“Go and get us more drinks. You are paying tonight!”

“Okay, deal. Stay tight.”

Jason went to the bar and order another round of vodka tonics and a lime life twisted shot.

He carried them all back to his friends, and he downed his shot before starting on his vodka tonic.

Jason closed his eyes for a minute, and while he did the music stopped. He was confused, and when he opened his eyes, everyone was frozen.

“The fuck,” he said.

Then his stomach started gurgling. He felt like he was going to throw up, and he stared horrified as his stomach expanded. It grew and grew and hung way over his waist line. Then he felt a beard grow in on his face. He always had facial hair, but this was an unruly, long beard. A mustache came into shape too and curved at the end. Jason was freaking out and felt his head, and realized it was smooth. All of his hair was gone. He looked back down at his beard and saw that it had turned gray. He felt himself aging up and up and up, stopping in his late 50’s. He burped and his breath reeked of beer. His stomach gurgled once more and finally stopped growing. His costume had expanded with him, and he saw that there were now stains on the front. He turned and looked in the mirror. He could have been a twin for his father. An old, fat, bald, disgusting garbage man. He wanted to vomit. Suddenly new memories flew into his mind. He now remembered being a garbage man for life. He loved to be dirty. He loved his smell. He was a super conservative man and hated the gays. No red-blooded man would ever love another man.

Then the world unfroze. Jason was confused where he was. All of his friends were confused why there was an old garbage man next to them. Jason realized he was in a gay bar, and waddled out of there to his new life in his trailer home. He couldn’t spend one more moment around those people.

Lime life twisters are delicious. Who else wants one!?

#age progression #beer gut #male body transformation #mustache #thanksgiving #male body swap #beard #gay to straight

[newtonsheffield]

Molly we need more DILF Daddy Sharma and Uni student Mary!! 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏. We love DILF Daddy Sharma he charmed Mary with cheeky little Kate and we love that for him! 🔥🔥🌶️🌶️🫣🫣

Look, the story of Mile High Mary and Tharman is a little scandalous. I’m not sure if you can handle it.

Mary’s mother told her that her father’s work friend Tharman was looking for someone to watch his daughter, an allegedly adorable three year old while he worked. He was looking for a Nanny, essentially. And Mary was still on break from Uni so she thought she’d put herself up for the job. And from the moment she met Tharman Sharma, she knew she shouldn’t have.

He was handsome, and her mother had made him seem like he was her father’s ago. Middle aged and balding and he… definitely wasn’t that. He was handsome with his dark hair curling against his forehead and his neatly trimmed beard and his voice made something shiver down her spine when he said her name.

“And… when you go back to university?”

Mary blinked at him across the table at the cafe, “That’s not for a few months, And my schedule can generally be rearranged as long as I’m not doing clinical work.”

“You’re studying to be a…” He seemed as though he was trying to remember what her father might have told him and Mary was suddenly acutely aware of the fact that he was humouring her, this man, doing a favour for her father. “Dentist?”

“An optometrist.” She corrected, “The blue hair will disappear when I go back to uni. It was… a drunken dare.” She suddenly realised that probably wasn’t the kind of thing she should tell a man who she was hoping would entrust her with the care of his child. “I… it was just after finals. I don’t like… have a drinking problem.”

To her surprise Tharman smiled, “I remember what it was like to be 19.”

“I just turned twenty.”

“My mistake.” He sighed, scratching his beard. “Look, your Dad says you’re pretty responsible and I trust him so… can you be here tomorrow at eight for an interview with the boss?”

“Aren’t you the boss?”

“You would think so.” He chuckled, “But the boss is yay high.” He gestured to a spot near his knee, “And she answers to Katie.”

There was something so sweet in it. something that made her smile. “I can be here.”

Mary was nervous, when she made her way back to his house the next day, and he caught her off guard when he smiled at her as the door opened. “Come on in, she’s just through here.”

she was beautiful. The minute Mary saw her something in her softened. She looked up at the sound of her name and her dark curls fell in her eyes as she smiled. “Is this my new friend?”

“Maybe it is.” He chuckled, “This is Mary.”

Katie peaked around her father, “She’s pretty.”

“Thank you, Katie.” Mary hummed, sitting beside her and the array of stuffed dogs. “What are we playing?”

“We’re playing Dog Fairies.”

“Oh of course.” Mary hummed as though it were obvious, settling into the game as it was explained to her.

__________

“He;s just… so fucking hot!” Mary whined to her friend as they sat in the bar. “Do you think it’s possible to get pregnant from just a look?”

Her friend rolled her eyes, “You need to get this guy out of your system.”

It was harder than she thought it would be. Not the job. Katie was so sweet. So gentle and bubbly and eager to do and learn as much as she could. It was just… hard to be around Tharman. He was gentle, proud of his daughter, every single drawing and craft project littered the walls of his office when she took Kate to see him for lunch. And she’d tried not to let it become habit, having coffee with him at the end of the day but it had. He told her about how he’d lost his wife, and how desperately he wanted Kate to grow up happy and loved. Safe. And it made her chest ache.

“Okay but consider this,” Mary said, “He was running late the other day and when I got there he was in a towel, fresh from the shower and I was ready to drop to my knees and call him Daddy.”

“You’re disgusting.” Emily grimaced, “That man is just… trying to live his life.”

“Oh, he flirts with me plenty.”

“Does he?”

The problem was she wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure if him offering to drive her home when it got late was something. She wasn’t sure if the way his jaw tensed when she mentioned having a date at the weekend was jealousy or him trying not to here about the daughter of his friend getting laid.

Emily took her silence as fact. “He’s just trying to raise his adorable daughter. And you’re there, wearing out your vibrator.”

Mary scoffed, “I haven’t worn it out. I actually just got a new one in his honour.”

“Foul. Fucking foul.”

_______________

She shouldn’t have been thinking about it. But something had been churning petulantly in her stomach since he asked her if she could stay late tonight. His bother in laws were taking him out, he said.

She loved spending time with Kate. Of course she did. The little girl cuddled up on her chest as they watched The Little Mermaid eating popcorn and chocolate until she fell asleep. But now Kate had gone to bed. And it was past 11, and her father was nowhere to be seen. And mary couldn’t do anything but think about someone else’s hands on him.

Keys sounded in the hall and the front door opened and closed and Mary sat up, picking up the book she’d abandoned ages ago. He looked tired when he came into the living room, his hair rumpled, already rolling his sleeves.

“Hey.” She hoped her voice sounded casual, but she knew it didn’t. “Good night?”

“it was… weird.” Tharman sighed, scratching his beard. “Do you drink?”

“I ah…” This was a bad idea. Surely it was a bad idea.

“Right. Of course you do. Blue hair. Have a drink with me.”

She followed him into the kitchen where he sat down two glasses on the counter with a clack and filled them with whiskey. Mary cleared her throat, “It was that good huh?”

Tharman sighed, taking a long drag “My brother in laws think I need to… get out more. That I need to… clear my head I guess.”

“Didn’t work.”

“It didn’t.” He groaned, “You’re young, why is dating weird now?”

Mary laughed, “How old are you?”

“I’m 31.” He nodded, “May as well be 150 because it’s been so long since I… dated.”

Mary took a drink from her glass and it burned in her chest, “Since you dated, or since you fucked someone?”

His mouth fell open in surprise and panic flickered through her chest but he laughed, the noise warm and solid and nice. “I haven’t had sex since Kate was born. Since my wife… died.”

“Three years is a long time.”

He looked at her and his eyes darkened and the words seemed to slip from his lips unbidden, “How long as it been since you had sex?”

Mary’s stomach dropped.

“I’m so sorry.” He said quickly, “That was so inappropriate. Fuck!”

“It’s been a few months.” She said casually, “Now that I’m working I’ve been having a slow dating life.”

It was almost true.

Tharman nodded and his knees brushed hers. “See you’re… a fucking beautiful woman though. I’m a guy that has sticky handprints on my jeans and when I say I have a three year old daughter women immediately shut down.”

“Oh, because you;re so hideous.” Mary rolled her eyes, “You’re a hot young Dad. An engineer. Any woman would be lucky to date you.”

“The evidence tonight suggests otherwise.”

“Well, the right person wouldn’t;t see Kate as a problem. The right person would love Kate because she’s sweet and beautiful and adorable and they’d be lucky to be part of that.”

Neither of them spoke, for a long moment he didn’t say anything and then he sighed and his fingertips brushed the bare skin of her thigh. An accident as he reached for his drink.

“I’m supposed to be clearing my head. Not this.”

“From what?” Mary could barely breathe.

Tharman sighed, “Just… Fuck. I’m a mess.” He laughed, “Why did I think anyone would want to date this?”

“Plenty of people would.”

“Know any?”

Tension rippled through the room, and Mary didn’t stop to think. She reached out and crashed her lips against his.

He gasped against her lips but he didn’t pull away, his tongue tangled with hers and his hands gripped her hips, pulling her firmly against his chest.

“I really shouldn’t do this.” He gasped, his hands tugging her legs up around his waist. “I told myself I wouldn’t do this to you.”

“Yes, you should. Yes you fucking should.”

______________

And it would have been fine, surely it would have, were it not for the fact that her father walked in on them two weeks later. Both of them bare, his arms cradling her as they moved together. And everything exploded.

“What the fuck are you doing to my daughter?!”

#mile high #mary x tharman

[luv-doritos]

If every doctor had a news coverage abt them

IN THE NEWS TODAY :

-Teachers get kidnapped ; old homeless man suspected.

- Excentric self-proclaimed doctor and scottish boyfriend cause mischief with Yetis in London Underground ; Futurist female friend and her photograph girlfriend still at their search.

-Old fancy man defeats bearded leader with karate and military intervention.

-Beloved bohemian scientist falls off of a tower ; Thinks Dr.Sullivan is an imbecile, and develops affection for peculiar robotic pet dog. Journalist Sarah-Jane Smith refuses to cover the news.

-Cricket-like Father of four takes on adventures into space ; unfortunately becomes father of three as the fourth sacrifices himself.

-Arrogant blonde man with horrible fashion choices fights the Matrix with american woman and redhead woman ; gets defeated by "The Rani".

-Goofy but manipulative spoon-player unofficially adopts troubled teenage girl who masters explosives.

-Young man goes back between the 19th and the 20th century to find hot girls and guys to fuck.

-Bald man saves people around time and space and cheats on blonde woman with Sherlock Holmes.

-Adored silly man ruins redhead woman's marriage ; still revered by thousands.

-Knockoff of the adored silly man forgets how to interact with humans and has a complicated romance with woman called River Pond.

-Old emo teenager accused of murder ; says the victim was 'dead already'.

-Silly blonde woman who has midlife crisis at age 20 has pakistani lesbian lover ; denies.

-Adored silly man resurrects from death ; is Jesus ?

I'M YOUR ANCHOR ANNE KERR, THIS IS TODAY'S NEWS AND WTF ?!?

#doctor who #1st doctor #2nd doctor #3rd doctor #4th doctor #5th doctor #6th doctor #7th doctor #8th doctor #9th doctor #10th doctor #11th doctor #12th doctor #13th doctor #14th doctor #the news

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Grocery Store Swap

My boyfriend Luis and I were doing some shopping at the local grocery store. There wasn't a cloud in the sky when we walked in but soon a downpour started, judging by the sound of pouring rain and thunder. My name is Collin, and I was an average twink at 20 years old; nothing really too special; I'm a nice guy, I guess. I care about my appearance enough that I try, but don't put too much effort into it. I usually comb my hair in a side swept fashion because it's easy. Luis, who's 22, loves rocking the bad boy look and never goes anywhere without his Doc Martens. He's the type that never puts up with anybody's shit, because he knows that one look is enough to scare them away. There are a lot of trashy assholes in the town we live in, so it's a nice thing to have.

So we were walking down the pasta aisle about to pick up a box of macaroni and cheese, when a loud sound erupted from outside followed by a flash seen inside. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the power going out in the entire store.

When I woke up, the power was restored but I heard shrieks coming from the other end of the store. I also noticed that I was no longer in the pasta aisle, but in the pet food section. I don't even own a pet, what would I be doing here? I was sitting on the floor and noticed my back seemed really tense. I must've fallen down when I fainted but my back shouldn't be hurting this much! It was then that I looked down and noticed something horribly wrong. My arms were all full of gray hairs and my hands were all wrinkly! I was wearing different clothes too - a polo shirt, even though I hate that style! I got up on my feet and felt groggier than usual too. I then noticed my face felt a little itchy and I went to scratch my beard...wait I have a beard! What's going on here? I reached up to touch my hair and as I combed through, I found a huge bald spot! This is crazy! I'm not old! What is my boyfriend going to think? I knew I had to see what I truly looked like so I headed towards the restroom passing through multiple people that were walking around seemingly confused. I looked in the mirror and saw the face of an old man that wasn't me...well it is me now! I made faces in the mirror, reassuring myself that this is me.

I decided to take off my shirt to see the rest of the damage. This is insane! I'm in an old man's body! That shirt really contained all this wrinkly, saggy skin well because it all hangs out when you take it off. My skin jiggled slightly as I felt around. I ran my hands through the gray chest hairs feeling tickled by every strand. It was then that I noticed I was getting hard. I'm surprised how quickly it happened. Don't old guys have ED or something? I walked into a stall, pulled down my pants to find a thick hard and veiny cock. Oh yeah. I could see my balls were wrinkly and droopy, which actually aroused me even more! I started jerking while rubbing my nipples that sagged a bit from the pair of small moobs I now owned, grazing my hot fuckin silver daddy chest hairs. Fuck. I rubbed my balding head as I continued to jerk. I would've finished by now if I wasn't an old man, but I didn't care. I wanted this moment to last forever. I scratched my beard and finally started to cum. It splattered everywhere, hitting the stall door as I wallowed in euphoria. Fuck, that was great.

As the post nut clarity kicked in, I put my clothes back on, washed my hands and suddenly realized something, I needed to find my boyfriend! I'm guessing everyone in the store was body-swapped when the lighting struck so he had to be in here somewhere. As I walked out of the restroom, I heard lots of people shouting. Compared to the terror shrieks from earlier, these sounded like conversing. I heard people shouting out others names until I found a large crowd of people, all of which were holding signs with names on them. In the middle was a table set up with large pieces of construction paper and markers. I get it now; people are writing down their names in hopes of finding the people they were with. I decided to do the same. I wrote down "Collin Matthews" in big letters on the paper and held it up high. I called out my boyfriend's name as well.

"Luis Baron! Luis Baron! Where are you?" I called for a few minutes Soon enough I was starting to lose hope. What if he's not here somehow? What if the swap failed or something and he died? I started to bring down the sign in defeat until I heard a deep voice behind me.

"Collin?"

I turned around to find a big guy in his late 20s smile at me. He was wearing thick framed glasses and a baseball cap. I could see a bit of his gut hang out from under his tanktop, which rested itself over his blue basketball shorts. He tried to tuck it in when he noticed I was looking down.

"Is that really you Luis?" I made eye contact with him.

"It's me all right." I believed him, but I noticed the tough guy tone in his voice was gone, and not just because it was a different voice entirely. It sounded doubtful and weak. "Man, you're like 70!"

"I know! I was disgusted at first but then I realized it's actually pretty hot."

I scratched my beard and glanced down at his gut once again. I can't believe it! My boyfriend is a fat guy! I've never dated anyone this big before so I'm actually turned on, even after I just finished. When I looked back up, I could see the rage on his face.

"Hey stop looking down at my belly! How do you think I feel being forced to be this fat loser? I can't even stop my gut from poking out. It's disgusting!" As he tried to tuck in his gut once more, his whole body jiggled. I could feel myself getting hard once again. Luis looked down and noticed my bulge.

"Wait, you're turned on?"

"Yep." His whole mood seemed to change and he began to smirk.

"Hey do you wanna...try a once in a lifetime experience?" My cock began to stiffen even more.

"I'm listening..."

"Well...I found keys and an address listed on this guy's driver's license. What do you say we send a text to our old numbers...after we have a little fun." I gave a devilish smile as I stroked my balding head and scratched my beard.

#strangemaleswaps #body swap #male body swap #male tf #young to old

[fandomsnstuff]

This is for Julia

Babe wake up it's @thecandlenightszone posting time

My giftee was @peterofthedrakes who requested the balance crew celebrating candlenights in the most chaotic way possible. I really like this piece, so I hope you do too!

Summary:

Magnus doesnt understand why his friends want to spend candlenights killing some guy, but he's happy to come along for the ride.

Read on AO3

“So, not that I’m against killing a bad guy,” Magnus says, sitting on Taako’s couch as Lup goes to town on his face with an old makeup palette, “but why are we doing this again?”

“He’s- stop squinting,” he relaxes his face and the brush comes back, “he’s on the naughty list,” Lup says.

“Then shouldn’t he just get coal?”

“I’m ushering in a new age of Santa,” Merle says, standing on the couch triumphantly, “we’re gonna make an example of shitty ol’ Kalen!”

Magnus frowns at the strange tingle in his chest. “Kalen?”

Taako shoves Merle off the couch and sits down. “In my humble opinion, old Santa was too soft on the naughty. Coal is a great gift, it keeps you warm.”

“So we’re executing the entire naughty list?”

“Not the whole list, just the naughtiest of the naughty.”

“Can we please stop saying naughty?” Davenport says from somewhere nearby.

“Oh, Dav, you should know better than to say that,” Lucretia says, as a chant of “naughty naughty naughty” fills the room.

“One more question,” Magnus says when the chant dies and Lup steps away, releasing him from her makeover clutches. “Why,” he waves a hand in front of his done-up face, “this?”

“Same reason you have to wear sleeves,” she says, “it’s a stuck up rich people party.”

He blows a raspberry and says, “boo, lame, I want out.”

“They have finger foods,” Barry says.

Magnus cheers, “and I’m back in!”

They approach the party as separate groups. Barry and the twins, then the two old geezers, followed lastly by Magnus with Lucretia on his arm. She flashes an invite to the doorman, and they stride right in. The place is full of people, all dressed to the nines. Waiters in suits walk around with their trays of tiny food and champagne flutes. A band is tucked away in a corner, playing a medley of classical music and Candlenights carols. Magnus spots the rest of his friends further into the fray. With a clever combination of makeup and magic, no one pays the seven of them any mind. Tonight, they aren’t the saviours of the universe, they’re just some rando rich folk at this fancy party.

“So,” Magnus leans in closer to Lucretia, “what’s the plan? Get in here and fuck shit up? Cause if so, step one accomplished, time for step two.”

Lucretia laughs and squeezes his arm. “Hold your horses there, big guy. We’re biding our time for a little while. Lup came up with this whole scheme to get him alone and cornered, then we can fuck his shit all the way up.”

“Fuck yeah.” He looks around, “so where is our esteemed host for the evening? We should say hello.”

A strange look crosses Lucretia’s face, but before she can answer him, the music changes. At the top of the grand staircase a tall, bald man with a short grey beard appears. “Friends,” he says loudly, throwing his arms out, “colleagues, plus ones, welcome to my annual Candlenights party. Please indulge yourselves in the food and wine, they weren’t cheap and we wouldn’t want it to go to waste!” He puts a hand to the side of his mouth in a mock-whisper, “meaning we wouldn’t want any staff to be stealing it for themselves!”

The crowd laughs and Magnus frowns. “This guy sucks,” he mutters. Something that he can’t quite name bubbles in his chest as this man speaks to the crowd. Lucretia squeezes his arm again and leans into his side. It comforts him some, allowing the unpleasant feelings inside him to calm to a simmer.

The party carries on boringly. Magnus snacks on whatever food comes his way as the waiters wander through the crowd. He keeps an eye on their host- what was his name again? It doesn’t matter, Magnus hates the guy. Every time he looks at him, he just wants to punch something. Preferably that guy’s face. He spots Lup talking to him a few times, Taako and Barry pretending not to watch from the other end of the room. At one point, he sees her laugh exaggeratedly and playfully hit their host on the chest, which then morphs to her very obviously commenting on his muscles. Magnus doesn’t even need to hear her to know that’s what she’s doing, it’s a move she’s used plenty of times to convince dumb men to do things for her.

“Is her plan to flirt him into a corner so we can kill him?”

Lucretia glances at Lup across the room and sips her champagne, “I guess so. But she seemed really excited about her plan, there has to be more. She’s played the plain flirting angle before.”

He nods. Lup finishes schmoozing with the host, and makes a smooth exit. “She’s walking away,” he looks away from her and back to Lucretia, “I wonder what she’s planning.”

Lucretia smiles and pops a mini bruschetta into her mouth, “you never know with Lup.”

Then a shriek rings out through the entire room. Magnus turns just in time to see Lup grab a champagne flute in each hand and throw them both over Barry. He’s sure she must’ve used magic to produce more for the sake of the show, because Barry gets way more soaked than what’s in two glasses of champagne. She runs out of the room with her head in her hands, Barry and Taako hot on her tail saying something about “it’s not what it looks like!”

The host, freshly buttered up, grins in such a smug way that it makes Magnus despise him even more, and follows the commotion.

Lucretia tugs on his arm and says, “I think that’s our cue.”

Magnus nods and lets Lucretia walk him through the crowd. They take a meandering path towards the door, trying not to look like they’re following the drama on purpose. They get out into the empty foyer and look around, trying to figure out which way to go. A not-so-inconspicuous “psst!” comes from above them. They look up, and Davenport stands near the top of the stairs, peeking through the bannister. He stage-whispers, “up here!”

They take the steps two at a time, and follow Davenport down the hall. Lup and Barry are standing outside a door and wave them over. Lup pulls a wipe out of her clutch and starts cleaning away the makeup on Magnus’s face. He sputters a little in surprise, “what are you doing?”

She puts the wipe away and says, “I just think you should take this one au naturale.” She pats him on the shoulder, "get in there, Maggie."

“Aren’t you guys coming?”

“Taako and Merle are already in there,” Barry says. “As much as the guy sucks, seven against one is a little too unfair for my taste. We figured we’d let tres horny boys handle this one.”

Magnus quirks an eyebrow and considers his friends for a moment, the silence only broken by muffled grunts of pain and effort through the closed door. He shrugs, “alright, let me at ‘im!”

“Atta boy,” Davenport says, patting him on the hip.

He opens the door and walks into a fancy study, trashed slightly with the evidence of a short battle. Papers and books are scattered across the floor, the desk has been swiped clean, a side table has been knocked over and the lamp that was supposedly on it is shattered. The host is sitting on the floor, backed up against the desk. His nose is bleeding, and his fancy tux is torn and smouldering. Taako and Merle stand over him, the smoke of recent magic still curling off their hands. They turn when they hear the door open, and Taako smiles. “There you are! Just in time to finish him off.”

“Really? Already?”

“Yeah, this guy ain’t as beefy as we thought.”

“And we already got our hits in, it’s your turn,” Merle says.

“You!” The three of them look at the bloodied host. His eyes are wide as he looks at Magnus. “It’s- it’s you!”

“Yep!” Magnus puts his hands on his hips. “It’s me, Magnus Burnsides!” He cracks his knuckles and advances on him, “and you’ve been a very naughty boy.”

“Oh, wait,” Taako puts a hand on his chest to stop him, “just wait a sec, Mags, I’ve got one more thing I need to do.”

Magnus gestures for Taako to go ahead. He turns back to the host and leans in. He grabs him by his lapels and jerks him up so Taako’s right in his face. He says something that Magnus can’t quite hear, then drops him back to the ground unceremoniously. Taako dusts off his hands and says, “now he’s all yours. Come on, old man.”

Merle follows him out, leaving Magnus alone with the host. He advances, and the host shuffles further back against the desk. “Magnus,” he says, “come on now, you don’t have to do this. We can talk this out. I didn’t- you know I didn’t want to do it, it was a matter of pride. You have to know a thing or two about that, don’t you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says. He flexes and hears several seams in his shirt and jacket tear. “I’m just an elf following orders.”

“What?”

“Ho ho ho motherfucker.”

A short time later, Magnus reemerges to his friends waiting in the hallway. They all look at him expectantly. He gives a thumbs up and says, “naughty boy has been taken out.”

“How do you feel?” Merle asks.

Magnus shrugs. “Fine? It’s just another bad guy. Just looking at him I could tell he sucked.” He looks around at all of them, “so what now?”

Lup grins. “Phase two.”

“What’s phase two?”

Lucretia links their arms together. “You’ll see. Come on, let’s go back to the party.”

Back down in the crowd, Magnus shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot. “What are we still doing here?” He whispers. “We killed the guy, let’s go home.”

“Just wait,” Lucretia whispers back. “Look,” she nods towards the door, “Barry, Dav, and Taako just came back. We’re almost done.”

“What about-”

His question gets cut off by a puff of smoke in the middle of the room. As it wafts out and dissipates, he’s assaulted by the smell of peppermint. When the minty cloud is gone, Merle, in full Santa regalia, stands in the centre of the crowd. He addresses them loudly, “rich people of Faerun! I am Santa Claus, and I am here to tell you that you must change your ways! All of you were at the bottom of the naughty list! Your greed and bigotry have poisoned you! You must change! If you don’t, you’ll end up dying! Brutally! Like this evening’s host!” A murmur goes through the crowd.

“He’s good,” Magnus says. Lucretia snickers.

“If you don’t believe me,” Merle continues, “just go look in the study! But I must warn you, Santa doesn’t hold back.” He raises his hands to the sky and cries, “change your ways! If not for others, for yourselves! Pay your staff well! Help the poor! Don’t take over cities with your money! This is your only warning!”

He disappears in another puff of peppermint smoke, and the silence hangs for a moment. Then there’s a scream, and Lup comes running in. She cries, “he’s dead! In the study! Dead!”

The crowd starts bustling in every direction. Some run out and up the stairs towards the study, others start throwing money at stunned waiters, and some just run out of the manor itself, screaming.

Magnus and Lucretia manage to stick together through the commotion, but it proves impossible to meet up with their friends until they’re outside and away from the manor. “Well,” Magnus says, “that was certainly dramatic.”

“What can I say,” Lup says, “I love some good drama. It was a Candlenights gift to myself.”

Barry pulls a bottle of champagne out of nowhere and holds it out. “Mags, would you do the honours?”

“Would I?!”

He takes the bottle and opens it, exclaiming happily when it pops. He pours it into the seven glasses Barry also pulls out of nowhere, and Taako holds his up, the rest of them following suit. He says, “to us, to Candlenights, to killing that son of a bitch,” he raises his glass in Magnus’s direction, “and to you, my man. Joyous Candlenights.”

He smiles, “Joyous Candlenights, old friend.”

They all clink their glasses together and drink to a job well done and a promise fulfilled.

#taz fic #magnus burnsides #magnulia #taako adventurezone #taz

[bigwishes]

Thank you for all the wishes granted!

May I ask you one too?

I’m a 30 white collar guy from Rome, Italy. I’d love to end us a brute, bald, hirsute, muscle bear and blue collar worker.

I’m so tired of this life, it would be a great restart.

Thank you in advance!

Change in careers mate? simple as. but I think a 30 year old blue collar worker needs a bit more than just to become big and beefy, lets see if you can get a reward for all that hard work.

It was early in the morning, the alarm at the other end of your room on the dresser was blaring. Getting up to turn it off you see 5am displayed on the front. Sure you were used to getting up early for work, but never 5am early?

Scratching your face in confusion you were met with a big scratchy beard. Taken back, you start to feel up your body in the dark. You felt massive and the weight of both realisation and your new size set in. The cherry on top was feeling your scalp to find nothing but a struggling receding hair line. You ran to your bathroom, bumping your shoulder on the door frame still completely unaware of how much space you actually took up. You quickly turned on the light and were greeted with the reflection of a massive muscled bear.

A mixture of hair, muscle and fat coated your entire body. You took photo after photo for a dating profile, surely there would be a ridiculous number of guys who'd want to get under a body like this. Shoving a hand down your pants you felt the size of your hefty new manhood but before you could start to get to know the new you a message appeared on your phone.

From: Boss Man You better fuckin be awake today I don't want to be bashin on your door and wake up Mickie. I'll be there in 10.

Mickie? who the fuck is Mickie? you thought to yourself

but there wasn't any time for that, you knew your new boss was going to be out the front of your place in a few minutes and you had to get ready. You raced around the house, enjoying how your ned weight felt hitting the floor, and definitely enjoyed how tight and awkward it was to dress yourself. Hearing a car pull up in your drive way you rushed out the door completely missing the small carry cooler on the bench as your left. In your drive way was a older looking work truck with building supplies in the back. An older looking man sat in the front. You'd never met the man before but some how knew it was your new boss. Climbing in the truck you were greeted by the crass voice of the old man.

"Looks like the fucking Gorilla got up on time today"

"You know me boss, I need my beauty sleep" The words just seemed to naturally slip out without thinking

The old man chuckled.

"Hope the sound of the old girl didn't stir Mickie, tell him that after Friday this job will be done and he can go back to dropping you at the compound on his way to work"

"Will do boss" you say, still having no clue who Mickie was

---

You'd been working for the better half of the day and were already exhausted when the Idea to get a pic of you in your work clothes hit you. "who wouldn't want to see a bear in uniform?" you thought to yourself snapping a pic. You tried to find grinder or tinder in the app store but they wouldn't download no matter how many times your meaty paw slapped the screen.

another message appeared on your phone.

From: Mickie you left your fucking cooler on the bench AGAIN you fucking oaf 😠

Completely baffled by who was messaging you, you ignored the text.

---

8pm at night and you were finally home, the boss made you stay late. You thought it would be fun to really work the body and get the blue collar experience but you were just left exhausted.

"alright, take tomorrow off lad, you earned it, and tell Mickie I say hi" A layer of sincerity was hidden in the old man's callus voice.

The truck drove off as you hauled your body to your house with the energy left. All you wanted to do was sleep after that shift. Walking inside the door was unlocked and lights were on in your house. Confused you began looking around but when you walked past your bedroom you were greeted with a warm voice.

"Good day at work babe?"

Looking through the door way you saw a gorgeous man lying on your bed. Memories from the past 10 years hit you like a truck, 4 years of dating and 6 years of the happiest marriage imaginable, It was Mickie, Your Mickie.

You had memories of sleeping with him, and knew what he expected in bed but you, this you, in this reality had never been with him. You rushed to the bed. Putting a knee up on the bed you excitedly undid your belt and began to pull off your pants.

"what the fuck are you doing" he laughed

"I'm gonna love my husband as a man should love his husband!"

"Oh hell no! last time you tried to have sex with me right after work you got sweat, brick dust and insulation all through my clean bed! go take a fucking shower then we will talk about"

You stomp off to the bathroom, struggling to take your shirt off around your massive frame.

"Stop fuckin stomping around you grumpy gorilla, its just a shower!"

A smile cracks across your face hearing his mixture of laugh yelling, as the old you starts to fade and new memories take over. Fully settling into your new life.

#male transformation #muscle transformation #muscle #reality change #male tf #gay transformation #tf story

[ronaan]

i started watching the movies (for the first time) after finishing reading the hobbit and lotr, and here is my take on the thirteen dwarves' design after seeing an unexpected journey:

thorin. why does he look like a model? it's not exactly uncanny valley (like a certain other drawf i will be mentioning later), but he still looks instantly out of place among most dwarves. i wish they at least did something wild to his beard. but he does look cool and my gay ass isn't immune to a hot guy, even if he probably shouldn't be hot, so i'll give you that. 6/10

balin. WHY IS HE SO FUCKING OLD? this feels like a hate crime. he is literally canonically younger than thorin, and he looks like he is one foot in the grave. like, i understand that they are both a little under 200 years old at this point, but pick a fucking struggle?? either make thorin look like an old wrinkly man as well, or make balin look younger. also, the design itself is boring as fuck. 2/10

bofur. this one is my favourite. he looks very cozy but also a little scary. he could be heading out the back with an axe to chop some wood for a nice little fireplace. he could also be an axe murderer. he's actually the sweetest dwarf you'll ever meet. he reminds me of my grandpa. 11/10

kíli. WHY THE FUCK IS HE YASSIFIED? he literally looks like what i imagined aragorn to look like while reading lotr. he barely has a beard, his hair is just... long. this is some fucking guy. not a dwarf. i do not care that he has a romance plot - you don't need to yassify a dwarf for him to be in a relationship with an elf, just ask gimli. 0/10

fíli. this is a solid design of a younger dwarf. he has more braids in his hair than i can count. he has a weird long ass mustache and it's also braided. i can see him growing into a more unhinged look that most dwarves clearly have as he becomes older. but i do feel like he was cleaned up a little for a lesser contrast between him and his brother. 7/10

ori. he looks very cute. his design instantly makes him stand out and i feel like i already know his personality just by looking at him (which is great for a trilogy with such a huge cast). he's a silly little dwarf. perhaps a little naive. must be protected. 10/10

nori. somehow, i feel like this was the last design they worked on. what is going on on that head. is he the inventor of middle earth hairspray? if he is, he's doing the worst possible thing he could with it. this isn't quirky or interesting - it just looks bad. the beard is kind of cool, but there is still something off with it. 4/10

dwalin. this guy is here to maim and kill. i feel like his haircut choice isn't even due to male pattern baldness. he just wanted as much hair as possible AND head tattoos. he found his look. he has a scar on his face. 10/10

glóin. i haven't seen lotr yet but i know what gimli looks like in the movies and the goal with gloin's design was clearly to make him look as much like gimli's dad as possible. this guy is already walking in his son's shadow, but i don't mind. overall, a solid dwarf look. i love the metal thingies in the beard. 8/10

dori. when i look at him, i have that "look at this distinguished gentleman" sound in my head. he's got a very intricate braiding situation going on in his hair, and i kinda love it. he has clip on piercings on both his ears and he has clearly constructed his whole look so he could show them off. 9/10

óin. we are evidently starting to run out of personalities, because this guy is also here primarily to maim and kill. to be fair, that's what a lot of dwarves are, so i'll allow it. i like the two giant beard braids - i'm pretty sure he has more facial hair than i have hair on my head, which is exactly the kind of impression a dwarf's beard should be giving. 7/10

bombur. he reminds me of obelix from the french cartoons. he has an entirely insane beard-works-as-a-moustache-extension situation going on as well as a huge circular braid which i can't even tell where that's coming from. it's a nice unique design. 8/10

bifur. he's got an orc axe stuck in his head. i forgot that was a detail in the book and i also did not understand what it was until i googled it. i thought it could just be an accessory choice. but i might just be stupid. i can, however, tell that he had an emo phase and he still meticulously dyes strands of his beard jet black, so he could have a trendy dark-and-silver look. 7/10

#i will never be over kili looking like that #this just isn't right #the hobbit #hobbit #middle earth #j.r.r. tolkien #archer speaks

[bearsandcigars]

The Cigar Test

By bearsandcigars (July 2022) A young man finds his perfect CigarDaddy and more …

I turned off the main street, busy with Saturday afternoon shoppers; fixing my gaze on one particular store, halfway down the quiet lane. Striding out, I approached Thompson’s. Their shop sign logo was a stylised T; a vertical, sloping lit cigar and horizontal grey smoke flowing from the foot. A clever design, I thought. I distracted myself from butterflies flapping in my belly … this was no usual visit to the store. Checking my watch … fuck! two minutes to seven … maybe I should have arrived earlier. Before I knew it, I arrived at the entrance. The door opened ahead of me by the owner, Fred Thompson, who greeted me with a broad smile. - ‘Come in son, glad you decided to take up my invitation’’ His welcome was warm; a strong hand grasped my left shoulder, guiding me in through the threshold. - ‘Thanks Fred, I’ve been really looking forward to coming’ - ‘Oh that’s VERY good to hear, son’

Entering the old fashioned smoking emporium, all my senses on overdrive, as usual. The now familiar aged, dark wood shelves with large jars full of different pipe tobacco mixtures, cigarettes and sundry smokers’ paraphernalia. The large walk-in humidor, with rows of premium cigars in open boxes, all needing my serious investigation. The splendid smoking lounge at the back, where I’d recently started to chat with some fantastic cigar smoking guys. Previously, I’d skulk in a corner; avoiding conversation in case I embarrassed myself discussing cigars. I soon realised it was a very social experience and the men there were more than willing to chat with me. The sweet and spicy scents of tobacco, leather and wood, permeated the place. This wonderful smell had a strong affect on me; influencing my recent choices. Instinctively, I inhaled it all. Turning around, I realised Fred had been watching me intently. It felt so right being here, right now. - ‘I love this place Fred’ He gave a quick cheeky wink. - ‘Let me just close up first son … leave your denim jacket on the counter’ I couldn’t help but beam with delight at being called ‘son’, by my mentor.

I discovered from my lounge chats that Fred was 54; 28 years older than me. He was tall and brawny, standing a couple of inches more than my 5’9” but my lesser body made me feel smaller. I looked up to Fred in so many ways. His invaluable experience; my trusted guide into the world of cigars. A guide and in recent weeks, a confidante; he was a father figure to me. Of course he was as hot as hell too; rugged, tanned features, bald, with a groomed silver grey beard and hypnotic, steely blue eyes. He dressed smartly in a white collared shirt, short sleeved, showing off his bronzed, muscular arms. The shirt chest pocket was monogrammed with the cigar ‘T’ logo … greying chest hair burst out from the open V of his unbuttoned shirt. He looked like an archetypal DaddyBear but Fred was no stereotype. In my eyes there was no one like him. I lusted after him … and he knew it!

The glazed door was now secure; bolted top and bottom, with a burgundy blind pulled down, blocking out any view from the lane. As we made small talk about my journey, Fred strolled behind the shop counter, picking up a smouldering cigar he’d left. Inspecting it, drawing, bringing the foot back to life. A cloud of aromatic smoke drifted behind him, as he walked towards me. - ‘So I suppose you want to see some cigars Ben’ Fred stood staring into my eyes … - ‘Fuck man! you’re so handsome son … COME HERE!’ Drawing on his chunky cigar, he clutched the back of my neck; pulled me in and our lips locked. Kissing in a tight embrace, as I hungrily accepted the smoke passed to my mouth. We released and I let out a low sigh, exhaling the smoke back at him. - ‘That’s my boy! You’re special’ - ‘Thanks Fred, I’ve wanted that to happen for weeks’ - ‘I know son’ I pursed my lips, blowing a big kiss across the hazy space between us. Fred lovingly caressed my brown beard; his thumb gently rubbing over my furry cheek, fingers stroking through my buzz cut. These sensuous seconds causing me to adjust my stance as my crotch awoke. Fred playfully gave my cheek two quick slaps from his large hand. - ‘OK son, let’s find stogies’ - ‘Yes please Fred’ With an arm around my shoulder, he left his cigar in an ashtray and led me into the walk-in humidor. Immediately my eyes darted up and down, side to side. Taking in glorious cigar boxes, with exquisite, colourful designs. Row upon row of wondrous naked cigars. Punch … Montecristo … Cohiba … Arturo Fuente … Macanudo … Davidoff …

Fred gave a fantastic cigar master class. He articulated with flair and enthusiasm all that was to be known about cigar composition. Their wrappers, binders and fillers, flavours, colors, shapes and sizes. A tremendous adviser to the best cigars available. I’d smoked machine-made cigars for a couple of years, so my tastes had significantly improved in recent months, smoking quality handmade cigars. It was clear Fred Thompson fervently pursued a lifestyle around the finest things in life, a connoisseur, an aficionado … a bon viveur. Fred wanted me to have that joy too. My inexperience made me balk at asking questions when I started to shop at Thompson’s. My heart raced seeing Fred alone and free behind the sales counter with no customers. I’d make a beeline for him, though more often than not, as I became a regular, he was the one calling me over to chat. His assistant, Kenny, was in his early 30s; a gorgeous furry Bear with a thick black beard but it was the mature DaddyBear that put me more at ease. Whilst I saw myself as a naive amateur, Fred enthused about my development and growing maturity. I was ready to be the sorcerer's apprentice.

Throughout his spiel, my sexy tutor was very touchy-feely; I revelled in every nudge, prod and poke. Fred grasped my hand; pulling me brusquely towards a ‘must see’ box of cigars … then gently rubbing my back as I bent over to examine something new and amazing … patting my rear, as I recalled knowledge he’d taught me. - ‘Well done … my pupil will soon be a cigar aficionado’ I beamed back at Fred, with a yearning desire to make him proud.

Fred directed me to a slightly worn brown leather bucket chair in the middle of the humidor. - ‘Sit down Ben, we’re going to try a little experiment … nothing too scientific but definitely compelling … SO! here we go … show me your cock! …’ - ‘OH!! … OK …’ I replied, bemused. Although I had little idea where this was going, right now, I’d do anything for my seductive DaddyBear. I was emboldened to cooperate with Fred’s intriguing test. With his flirtatious encouragement, I swiftly stripped out of my 501s and boxers. - ‘You DO know I’m just a dirty old pervert’, he said with a deep wicked laugh. I was left wearing, just my black polo shirt and naked from the waist down. Boldly manspreading in front of my salacious tutor, who obviously savored the sight of my cock and balls displayed down the front of the seat. Fred casually licked across the edge of his thick moustache, back and forth. - ‘Alright, so let’s test that lovely cock’s ability to pick out your favorite stogie’ Fred lifted a small wooden box and moved behind my chair, out of my view; apparently picking some cigars. Pulling a footstool over by my right side, he sat low to me, mulling over the collection of cigars he’d chosen. - ‘RIGHT! Let’s do this … hands FIRMLY on the chair arms son … no fucking touching yourself. … don’t let me even see you look at that cock! … keep your eyes UP and focus forward’ I did as I was told, as the first cigar came up into my view. It looked like a light brown corona. - ‘We’ll start with cigar wrappers.’ Fred explained that he’d hold each cigar in front of me for about 10 seconds. - ‘This is an Ashton Classic Magnum 5x50, a robusto with a blond Connecticut wrapper … this brand is the epitome of cigar sophistication … the flavors range through coffee, nutmeg, cedar and pepper’,

The cigar moved down from my gaze, then slowly, sensuously, I felt the cigar being stroked up and down the length of my uncut penis and over the head, then under on to my balls and back again. It became clear this would be a test of my senses and a measure of my gratification. - ‘Oh I LIKE that Fred’ - ‘Mmmm son … a nice reaction there …

- ‘OK son, the next one is a full bodied La Gloria Cubana Serie R 6x50 … with a bold, piquant flavor.’

The cigar was almost black, an oscuro and looked awesome. A strong urge came over me to have this dark fat corona on my cock. - ‘That’s sick Fred’ - ‘Oh fuck yeah … wonderful … I’ve got your cock twitching now son’, delighting my mentor as he used the LGC like a magic wand on my dancing dick. I casually confessed it’s a cool cigar; belying my building excitement and arousal.

Another two cigars … - ‘Now Ben, these are made by the same company but they’re different sizes’ The cigar that came up first was a slightly bigger ring gauge. Fred announced this one was a Punch Gusto Tubo 5x52. - ‘Spicy, peppery, a slightly sweet and wood finish’

I wanted it in my jaw and could feel my cock stiffen as Fred again caressed it up and down my eager phallus. - ‘That’s fucking sexy Fred’ - ‘Oh YES! that one’s certainly getting your attention I see … now the next one is the same ring gauge Ben, but longer.’ Fred held up a Punch Presidente 8.5x52 between his fingers and thumb. - ‘Bold, full-bodied taste. Strong without being overpowering; an elegant smoke.’

This was clearly a big statement cigar for an in-charge dominant man. The power from it felt palpable. A Daddy smoking this majestic giant could have my ass as he desired. My engorged cock jerked upwards. - ‘Fucking AWESOME Fred’ I breathily declared. - ‘Oh SWEET! so what’s in that dirty mind son?’ I could feel pre-cum dribbling down from my cock head Fred smirked, watching me blush, as he rose up off the footstool. - ‘Now still keep your paws off that cock!’ he demanded. I was loving this and I wasn’t going to disobey him. Behind me it was clear, clothes were being discarded onto the floor. My pulse quickened, my mind thrilled, thinking of Fred’s big beefy body. Two powerful furry arms slid slowly down either side of my chest. En route, two pairs of fingers and thumbs gave sharp tweaks to my proud nipples protruding under my black polo shirt. - ‘Let’s have this off’ My top came up and over my head, discarded onto the floor … leaving me completely naked. Frustratingly, Fred remained behind me.

- ‘Right my sexy Cigarboy, let me see what you make of this one.’ Another cigar came into sight. A FUCKING MONSTER. Long, fat and dark. - ‘This is an Asylum 13 Super Goliath 8x80 … flavors are pepper, coffee, nuts, cocoa and earth’

- ‘HOLY FUCK FRED!!’

I literally gulped; taking in the incredible sight of a behemoth cigar, I’d only even seen in photos. Fred fondled my left shoulder seductively, as the enormous cigar brushed over my thick brown beard, awaking latent erotic fantasies and licentious behaviour.

He whispered closely into my ear … - ‘You act like you’re a good boy, don’t you? … but we both know that’s not the case … you’re on your computer jacking off for hours, looking at sexy photos and porn videos of older DaddyBears, playing and smoking with their cubs; haulin’ heavily on their huge Asylum 13 … Daddy spits on his hand, flicks long, thick ash onto his palm … wraps his fist around your throbbing, swollen cock … slowly stroking it with spit & ash the only lube … Daddy fingers working your asshole, seeking out your prostate … he’s biting and chewing your nips son … he might even give you his piss if you’re a lucky boy … and soon your Daddy is pounding your hole … so hard son, he’s rough … and feeding you rich smoke into your greedy mouth … you want it fucking ALL … don’t you son? … your dripping cock tells me your dirty mind is just like Daddy’s … you’re not a good boy you’re a VERY naughty boy!’ he mocked. - ‘OH YES DADDY!!’

Fred teased me by pushing the cigar head briefly over my lips, like some massive tobacco penis, then taking it swiftly back, before I could grip it. The giant cigar snaked its way down my furry chest, rubbing over both my proud nipples and down on my belly button. Fred finally came around the leather chair; tanned, muscular and NAKED. He had a Celtic cross and lion rampant tattoo on his left arm, proud of his Scottish heritage. Bending down, his cigar hand circled my cock, over my bush of pubic hair then under my hard erect penis, propping it up, Fred raised my cock up with the insanely large cigar. - ‘Oh SON, this is definitely the one, isn’t it’ -‘YES YES YES YES …’

Impulsively dry humping the chair, my arousal was on fire, sliding my ass back and forth on the seat, rubbing my cock and balls against the leather. Pre-cum lubricating carnal urges. I looked down at my engorged penis but I received no rebuke from my dominant DaddyBear. Pushing back on the chair, raising my buttocks, I presented my hole to Daddy. He directed his attention to my hungry anus; rolling the cigar cap around my sphincter and pushing the cigar briefly into my hole. - ‘OH YES DADDY!’ I cried out ‘I NEED IT, I WANT IT NOW!!’ - ‘Oh I KNOW that son, Im sure you’ve tested positive for capnolagnia, but we’ll prove that later.’

- ‘Look at the fucking mess you’ve made of my chair’ He dropped to his knees, gobbled up my cock, sucking and licking it clean. He rose with a smug look; his tongue all around his lips. - ‘… VERY tasty my boy. We need to smoke this big fucker but not in here.’ The big Asylum cigar was unceremoniously pushed into my mouth. - ‘You hold the stogie son!’

Fred ungracefully dragged me out of the humidor, with the huge erect cigar filling my mouth. Craving the smoke and each other, we moved swiftly into the lounge, only for me to be pushed backwards by Daddy; tumbling on to a large black soft leather sofa. The Asylum still secure in my mouth, Fred prepared for the lighting. This evening was beyond belief and it hadn’t ended yet … talk about foreplay!

My cigar master picked up a cutter from a side table and passed it over to me. - ‘You know what to do son, it’s just a bigger cigar’

I lined up the cutter on the biggest cap I’d ever seen and confidently made a tidy V cut. - ‘Excellent son, very neatly done, now here is the lighter’ Fred passed me a Colibri torch lighter, which he’d shown me before on an earlier visit to Thompson’s. I was still a little nervous using it but my mentor assured me I was up to the task. I was determined to make a good job of firing up this monster. Sparking up the torch lighter, I diligently toasted all areas of the cigar foot. Fred watched on quietly, making no judgement, as the big moment arrived … When I was satisfied with the first stage, I then placed my lips around the Asylum 13. Wow! It felt amazing having such a giant stick in my mouth. I got the lighter going again and commenced lighting up. It took longer than for any other cigar I’d smoked; requiring three inspections until I was content it was completely lit. I was surprised it had a good draw and after several puffs it was smoking fantastic and tasted great. The air around us filling with amazing aromatic smoke. I looked over to my sexy nude Daddy sprawled out at the other end of the sofa. Fred was nodding with pride. - ‘Perfect son, get fucking over here NOW!… Daddy wants you so badly’ I crawled over to Fred laying with my back against his furry body, allowing his arms to stretch around my chest. Our bodies together for the first time and it was blissful. Writhing in unison, Fred tweaked my nipple hard and bit at my ear lobe, as I felt his cock grow under me. Wriggling against Daddy but there was only pleasure from the torment. I managed another draw on the cigar before a big hand prised it from my lips. Daddy was in charge now.

Strategically, I realised Fred had positioned us in front of an enormous mirror, covering the full height of the wall. Only now could I fully appreciate the marvellous scene of two lustful men, surrounded by an increasing mist of cigar smoke. I watched attentively as Fred worked the cigar, burning bright orange, as he repeatedly drew on it, lazily letting a thick cloud almost drift from his mouth but quickly taken back, followed by a long slow exhale surrounding us both in the smoke. My cock jumped erect again. - ‘Oh Daddy, that really gets me hard watching you smoke like that’ - ‘I know son’ I turned to face Fred, glancing only momentarily at each other, before I was in his tight bear hug and we were kissing in a frenzy of tongues, licking beards, pulling and biting lips. He tasted like no other man I’d known and I was in ecstasy. This wild activity advanced as Daddy kept our cigar burning; puffing heavily till we were in a thick fog, which I inhaled, as I returned to his mouth to hungrily feed on the cigar smoke and saliva. Fred’s cigar hand pushed firmly on my chest ... - ‘OPEN YOUR MOUTH BOY!!’ As I parted my lips, Daddy shot a load of spit to the back of my mouth, which had my cock in madness. - ‘YES DADDY, THANK YOU DADDY!’ Fred slipped the Asylum back in my mouth, holding it firmly between his index and middle fingers, with his palm against me ensuring no exit for smoke. As I battled for breath, Daddy clamped his nails into my right nipple. The torture was almost unbearable, until my tit was released and Daddy’s tongue raped my mouth. A rush of endorphins overwhelmed me briefly. Daddy let me recover, smiling broadly at me in my rapture. - ‘You’re definitely a CigarPig in the making son’ I smiled, yet not really sure what the title entailed. We manoeuvred ourselves on the sofa; I lay on my back with my head resting on the soft sofa arm. I looked up, desperate for more. - ‘FUCK ME DADDY!’

Fred was on his knees lying on the sofa by my ass, smoking with a hunger. I hadn’t realised how big the ash had become. Daddy teased my body; where would the ash fall? … over my chest … on my belly … on my cock or balls? Fred stuffed the smoky Asylum back in his jaw. My tormentor stretched my left leg back against the sofa and pulled my buttocks towards him. He dropped the thick ash dead on my hole, his fingers massaged it in a circular motion, then spat down on it and worked them over my sphincter heading to my prostate. I pushed hard against them, craving the smoke and ash being part of me. - ‘Fuck YES, YES Daddy, I want to be your CigarPig, I’ll do anything, I want you Daddy, I LOVE cigars, I get so horny watching you light up and smoke them … I’ve got a million feelings exploding out about smoking and the men who smoke, the big cigars, the smoke, smoking men fucking me, I’m obsessed with it all Daddy and I want more and more.’ - ‘That’s my boy, I’m so proud, you’ve a strong smoking fetish; its also called capnolagnia’ Two rough fingers discovered THE spot up my ass. I moaned as my prostate was found. My ass was ravenous for Daddy cock. Fred stretched back to the side table, retrieving a pump nozzled bottle. It was lube and Daddy spread his solid, erect cock all over with the clear gel. I implored Daddy to fuck me NOW. - ‘FUCK ME DADDY, I NEED YOUR COCK DADDY!!’ He raised my legs by my ankles, resting them on his shoulders and targeted his rigid cock at my hole. Fred took another big drag on the huge cigar and pushed his stunning penis up me. Daddy was IN!! My cigar man was fucking me … and fucking me hard. Smoking the big fat maduro, Daddy soon found his rhythm; in and out, in and out, at a relentless pace, banging his balls against my ass aggressively. Constant smoke belching from the side of his mouth. - ‘YOU SEXY BOY, DADDY’S LOVES YOUR HOLE’ Fred was fierce and tears of pain, tears of joy formed in my eyes, as I met his savage thrusts. - ‘OH DADDY, YEESSS!!’ The Asylum aroma and smoke exhaled, bathed me, baptised me, in devout cigar ecstasy. Delirium surely setting in … this was fucking planet Euphoria!

Simply, I knew this was what I’d always wanted.

Daddy kept up a verbal barage of lewd comments, which just heightened the sexual hysteria. My CigarDaddy really got into his stride now, as beads of sweat trailed down his crimson face. My whole body shuddered with every violent lunge, as our conversation descended into a series of animal grunts and primal groans. My head rolled back and I sensed the climax approaching; each thrust came less rapidly but with increasing force, until I felt Fred tense up, grip my legs tightly, nails digging into my calves and then it came … FUCK IT CAME! … - ‘FFUUUCCCCKKKKK YYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS !!!!’ Daddy yelled out. Warm injections of cum released into my hole, as cigar ash tumbled over me. Fred looked spent as his assault subsided. He passed me the now slightly chewed Asylum though still burning strong. I practically snatched it from his grip, as I took a long drag on, what was now, my favorite cigar.

Fred slumped down onto the sofa, greatly amused as I clasped our cigar and smoked in the afterglow of our sexual bond. - ‘You’re a great fuck son’ - ‘Thanks Daddy … thanks’ - ‘Get over here, you’ve a cock to clean’ As Fred sat manspreading , I was down on the floor, between his legs in a shot and as I rested my cigar hand on his left thigh, my hungry tongue was all over his cock, his balls and as he conveniently shifted to the edge I found his hole and started licking Daddy’s asshole. Fuck, I’d never done that before but I needed it. Daddy lay back, recovering from his exertions, looking down in pride I was up for more fun; I took several puffs on the cigar and dived down on his fuck pole, bathing it in the delicious smoke. - ‘Fuck son, you’re SO fucking good’

We lay together for a good while, blissfully secure in Daddy’s arms, keeping our cigar going as we talked non-stop about ourselves and what had brought us together. Fate had played a part on our first meeting but we both made this evening happen and it felt perfect.

Unexpectedly a low pitched voice spoke behind us … ‘SO! … I’ve got competition Daddy?’

As I tried to turn around Fred clamped his legs tight against me, restricting my movement but I could still see his reflection in the mirror.

- ‘Looks like I have a little brother, Daddy’

It was Kenny the big gregarious, bearded bear - stark naked too; revealing a toned, muscular hairy body of black fur. He carried the box of cigars that Fred collected earlier. The two bears burst out laughing at their cunning deception; the crafty devils had obviously plotted the situation together.

Suddenly I was a bit tongue tied in front of this adonis. I could only offer an initial ‘Hi’. Fred released me from his grip and I could now get a better look at the gorgeous bear, who stuck out his tongue at me.

- ‘I’ve wanted to fucking get into your pants for weeks, sexy boy’

FUCK! he was a FURRY guy from head to foot with a full sleeve of tattoos on his left arm. Amongst the various designs I was drawn to the anchor with USN and a sailor in uniform smoking a large cigar. It struck me I must get a tattoo too. - ‘Ben, you know Kenny of course, he’s been my son for 3 years now. Since we met you, we’ve been thinking and talking about you a lot and very keen to get to know you better’

Kenny rummaged in the box then stretched over for the lighter.

- ‘Mmmm I see what I want, Daddy’

He fired up the amazing La Gloria Cubana with a flourish. He smoked like every cigar was a celebration, brandishing the stick dramatically. A large orange flame danced at the foot as he puffed incessantly until satisfied with the burn. I loved the way Kenny smoked; french inhaling, blowing smoke rings, nose jetting - it was so sexy to me. He took a big drag and exhaled a long stream of smoke in my direction … and I was a moth drawn to the flame and as Kenny drew again on the oscuro cigar, I met his exhale in a passionate kiss and his rough embrace. Fuck he tasted so good! Our leaking cocks grinding together.

- ‘OH YES LITTLE BROTHER’

I got bold! … I took the cigar from Kenny’s lips … - ‘My turn’ I savored the taste of the LGC with a long slow draw. Kenny anticipated my next move and opened his mouth inches from mine as I exhaled in a steady stream, which he sucked up and then exhaled back at me. Fuck it was awesome. Kenny and I kissed crazily, his strong tongue invaded my mouth and I had to fight to match him. As we released we were licking each other’s beards. - ‘Boys, you’re getting Daddy very horny again’

I whispered into Kenny’s ear … and he nodded enthusiastically. I turned to Fred and my lips blew him a kiss. I passed him the Asylum, which he started to smoke, as I dropped again between his thighs sucking him off. Looking over to the mirror, Kenny was lubing up his cock, with his cigar glowing in his lips. Suddenly I was being lifted from both ends … this wasn’t my plan, I’d being tricked … being laid along the back of the sofa but I was a willing victim. Fred and Kenny were pumping out cigar smoke ; Daddy face fucked me and my big brother banging away at my hole. I’m sure they were getting off looking at each other using me. Spit roasted, sandwiched between two sex maniacs. My body was gratefully taking it all.

It finally occurred to me I had a load to shoot too and started to masturbate; my hand in a blur, jacking off wildly. Whilst my hole was fucked by Kenny, exhaling large clouds from his LGC, in measured constant strokes but still relentless back and forth again and again. Fred, with the Asylum smouldering in his lips, then stuffed his big cock in my mouth and I sucked like my life depended on it. My whole body pushed and pulled by demanding cigarmen …. All three cocks in synchronicity, each of us focused in our own selfish way towards a climactic finale … culminating in the release of sperm. As it happened, seeing Kenny deep inhale his cigar smoke, then nose jetting set me off and several long ropes of cum shot high from my cock on to his hairy belly. This triggered Fred who still had Daddy Milk in the tank and he came in my mouth, which I swallowed gratefully. Kenny shouted out - ‘FEED HIM!’ and as I arched my back I felt a second load of cum in my ass.

All three of us collapsed together on to the sofa in recovery; fondling, stroking, licking, kissing … smoking.

We all agreed we were starving for food and drink so Daddy became host; producing chicken drumsticks, sliced meats , cheeses, grapes and a bowl of strawberries from a fridge. After our exertions, the jug of iced water was welcome. A bottle of Shiraz was opened and we dived into the feast. We chatted for ages and Fred introduced me to a single malt Scotch whisky called Talisker, from the Isle of Skye, which was a good excuse for another cigar, which Fred extolled were a perfect combination together. I picked out the Punch Gusto Tubo from the box. Kenny found the Asylum, which still had some final smoking in it and Fred took the Ashton Classic Magnum as he felt the Presidente was bigger than he needed for now. I was a bit disappointed as I’d have loved seeing Daddy fire it up … but another time. As we sat together, enjoying our cigars, it just came out from me … - ‘I LOVE YOU GUYS!’ Both Fred and Kenny nodded approvingly and individually said ‘I love you too son’ … ‘I love you too, brother’ Daddy added - ‘you know Ben, that Punch Gusto really does suits you … maybe it should be your favorite cigar?’ All three of us spontaneously burst into mad laughter. Our three bodies were in an exhausted tangle of arms and legs, fighting sleep, I lifted my head towards Fred and enquired … - ‘So did I PASS the test?’ Daddy laughed and spanked me hard on my bare buttock. I grinned back at Fred who announced - ‘Get upstairs, it’s time for bed boys I yawned and asked my Daddy … - ‘Can I borrow a toothbrush tonight before I pick up my stuff tomorrow?’ ‘Ben, tomorrow is today’.

[antilocaprine]

Frenrey w 23 or 50 (or if you feel you have the energy combine them? I feel they could be combined but it's your call)

(Kiss Prompt List)

50: ...out of love.

Gordon’s hair has mostly gone gray now, with white streaks from his temples and at the edges of his still-tightly-trimmed beard. He’s smugly proud of the volume of hair he still has. He doesn’t say this, of course, but Benrey can tell by the amount of time he puts into the combing and washing and trimming of it.

Benrey himself is going bald, mostly to make Gordon laugh and preen in comparison. He lets wrinkles form on his cheeks and brow, lets the bags under his eyes grow, and sprinkles some salt strands into his own dark hair.

They make quite a dignified couple, sitting on the front porch and looking out across the low mists wreathing the fields in the mountain town they moved to a decade after Joshua finished college and moved to Brazil. He’s partnered with some futuristic food company to work on the development of a new strain of cashews, and rides with the local gauchos in his time off. Gordon and Benrey talk to him several times a week on Gordon’s tablet, though Joshua whines about that at least once a month (“Dad, c’mon, let me get you a newer model, please”). But the tablet is the only thing left in the house that can load Benrey’s favorite old games, so Gordon refuses to upgrade.

Benrey thinks that feels a little like love.

“Did you see this?” Gordon says suddenly, and Benrey glances up from the tablet only to get a faceful of newsprint. 

“I see that you’re a grandpa,” Benrey grumbles and reaches up with one hand to push the newspaper back far enough that he can actually see the article Gordon is pointing to.

“Shut up,” Gordon says affectionately. “Tommy’s invested in the local news, we have to support it.”

“Tommy should’ve, uh, invested in something that’s better, then.” Benrey squints at the headline, then rears back, setting the porch swing (another mark in the grandpa column) to swaying. “Whuh - is that -?”

“Yes!” Gordon snaps, pulling the newspaper back and spinning it to glare down at the article. “Margaret Heinrichs is running for mayor!”

“She can’t even run a, uh, chili contest,” Benrey says.

“Exactly! And speaking of, look - look!” He holds the paper back up to Benrey’s face, one metal finger tapping aggressively at a line of text. “The firehouse is supporting her run! After what they said about the last chili cook-off!”

“Oh, what’d they say?” Benrey doesn’t remember hearing about this - though that may have been because he had to tiptoe around the house for two weeks after Gordon lost the cook-off on a technicality, even though all five judges agreed his chili was far better than Margaret’s.

“They said it was a disgrace,” Gordon says vehemently. “The chief himself told me that no one had ever enforced that rule before. Ten year’s residency, my ass - it’s fucking stupid!”

“It’s only been, what, eight years?” Benrey muses. “You gonna try again this year?”

“Fuck yes I’m gonna try again,” Gordon growls, newspaper crinkling in the tight grip of his metal hand. His flesh hand trembles a little these days, off and on, but the metal hand is strong and true. Benrey’s not sure how to feel about that sometimes.

“You gonna - same recipe?”

“No,” Gordon says, and gives him a feral grin. “I’m using a better one. Nuclear option or bust.”

Benrey’s eyebrows go up. “Oh, shit?”

“That’s right,” Gordon says, settling his shoulders against the porch swing’s backrest and smiling out at the thinning mist. “Grandma’s recipe.”

“Oh, shit,” Benrey chuckles. “Yeah, that’ll - that’ll knock their socks off.” He taps his foot against Gordon’s. Gordon snorts and taps him back.

“You and feet, man,” he says. “Always with the feet.”

“You love it,” Benrey replies automatically, and Gordon tilts his head toward him and smiles gently.

“Yeah,” he says. “I really, really do.”

They lapse into silence, and over the years Benrey has learned the different flavors of Gordon’s silences. This one starts out scheming, then transforms into something more wistful and contemplative. Benrey advances two more levels in his game, then decides he’s bored and hooks a foot behind Gordon’s ankle.

Gordon blinks and starts a little. “Hmm?”

“What’s your, uhhh plans?”

“Take down Margaret,” Gordon replies promptly.

Benrey huffs a short laugh. “No, I, uh. I meant for today.”

“Oh.” Gordon links his fingers and stretches his arms out in front of him, then catches the newspaper before it can slide off his lap. “I can’t just do that today?”

“Uh…” Benrey thinks for a moment. “I guess, but then we’d prob’ly have to, uh. Go into hiding or something.”

“Eh, Tommy could fix that for us,” Gordon says, waving a hand.

Benrey grins at him. “Okay, so, d’you wanna kill her?”

Gordon takes a deep breath and heaves a sigh that sounds like it comes all the way from his feet. (Yeah, okay, Benrey knows what he likes.) 

“I guess we shouldn’t,” he says. “Anyway, it’ll be way more satisfying to beat that hag at her own game.”

“Poison?”

Gordon snorts. “No, man, chili.”

“Poison in the chili?”

“Oh, now there’s a thought,” Gordon says, tapping at his lip with a metal finger. “But how to keep it away from the judges…?”

Benrey makes a dismissive noise, and Gordon cracks, cackling loudly enough that it startles a small flock of crows from the line of pine trees across the road.

“Let’s not even start,” Gordon says, lifting his glasses to wipe moisture from the corners of his eyes. “Don’t even - if I start thinking about how easy it would be to do, I’m gonna fucking do it, and then we really will have to leave.”

“Yeah, but - it’d be worth it,” Benrey says, leaning back and throwing an arm across the backrest. Gordon leans against it and sighs as Benrey curls his hand around Gordon’s shoulder.

“Nah, not yet. I like it here.”

They gaze out across the fields and toward the line of dark trees that the crows are circling back down into, still cawing reproachfully. Benrey’s tempted to change shape and go bother them, but he resists the urge. Sometimes when he changes back, he forgets to add the age marks - and he sees the look on Gordon’s face when Benrey appears, even for a moment, to be the same age he was the day they met. He’s not, of course - time moves forward for them all, even when it’s stopped - but Benrey’s appearance has always been under his control more than most.

“We should go make food,” Gordon says after a few minutes, but he makes no effort to move. Benrey runs his fingers up and down Gordon’s shoulder, and taps the inside of his ankle with his foot.

“Yeah?” Benrey mumbles, attention torn between playing his game one-handed and studying Gordon’s graying profile.

“Well,” Gordon says. “Eventually.”

The midmorning sun is finally breaking over the tall pine trees, its heat burning out the last wisps of mist. A car passes by on the county road - one of the newer models with hardlight tires. Benrey’s been in those, and he’s always a little disturbed by the silence. He much prefers the rattle and crunch of traditional rubber tires. At least then you know you’re connected to the road. Hardlight tires sound the same if they’re driving over a hill or driving off a cliff, and Benrey doesn’t trust what he can’t hear.

“D’you remember that brand of soda that we kept getting from those two vending machines? The ones outside Darnold’s lab?” Gordon’s voice sounds a bit distant, and Benrey’s grip on his shoulder tightens involuntarily.

“The one with the, uh, gamer colors?”

“Yes! Those ones.”

“I think it was, uh.” Benrey makes a face as he dredges his memories. “I think it was called Glub?”

“It was not.” Gordon’s voice is flat. Benrey shrugs.

“S’what I remember.”

“Is it? Fuck, how could I forget that?” Gordon’s voice trails off, and he leans further into Benrey’s side. “Fucking…Glub soda? Glub cans? Cans of Glub?”

“Can’t you Glub?” Benrey says, and he feels the memory ping in Gordon’s brain as he tenses, then laughs.

“That’s right - okay, I remember now. ‘I can Glub - can you Glub?’ We had Tommy going in circles.”

“You didn’t even like the flavor.”

“I didn’t! None of us did, it was terrible! No wonder no one outside Black Mesa has ever heard of it!”

“Well, scientists have no taste, so -” Benrey is interrupted by Gordon leaning back and whacking him playfully with the newspaper. He holds up one hand and struggles to continue. “So how could you tell if it was good or -”

“I will kill you,” Gordon cackles, and the porch swing sways wildly under them, the metal chains creaking. “Watch it, watch - you’re gonna break our fucking chair!”

“Oh noooo,” Benrey drawls, and goes for his own nuclear option to end the conflict. He wraps a hand around the back of Gordon’s skull and tugs him down into a teeth-clacking kiss.

Gordon laughs into his mouth and returns the kiss, quieting immediately. Benrey winds his fingers through the silver strands of Gordon’s hair and tugs gently. Gordon mumbles something unintelligible against his lips and cups Benrey’s face with both hands - one sun-warmed metal, and one blood-warmed flesh. The newspaper finally escapes to the wooden planks of the porch with a rustle.

Gordon disengages first, then smacks a kiss to the top of Benrey’s balding head. Benrey grins and tugs a lock of gray hair over Gordon’s shoulder, wrapping it around his finger and kissing it in turn - and that feels a little like love.

“So,” he says. “Margaret?”

Gordon’s face darkens. “Fuck Margaret,” he says. “Well, not - ugh, you know what I mean.”

Benrey snorts and runs a hand down Gordon’s arm to link their fingers together. “Yeah, I know.”

“C’mon,” Gordon says, and tugs their linked hands to pull Benrey to his feet, leaving the newspaper on the floor as he heads for the door. “I’ve got a chili recipe to find.”

Benrey raises their joined hands and presses a quick kiss to the back of Gordon’s knuckles as they head for the kitchen, and is only mildly surprised to feel metal against his lips. He hadn’t even noticed that it was Gordon’s prosthetic hand he was holding. They’re both Gordon’s, after all.

Soon, the kitchen will fill with the smell of browning meat, black beans, green chili, and spices. Soon, Benrey will be called upon to be the taste tester, and will have to come up with slightly different words of praise for each batch. Soon, Joshua will call and they will bicker over the tablet, and the upcoming cookoff, and the similarities of their two towns, separated by half a world. But right now, Benrey squeezes Gordon’s hand tighter, and admires the way the lines around his eyes crinkle when he smiles, and watches his silver hair dance as he whirls through the house, dragging Benrey after him like he can’t imagine doing anything without him.

And, well, okay. Benrey supposes that this all feels an awful lot like love.

#hlvrai #my words #kiss prompts #snippets #askbox #on anon #swearing #domestic #old men yell at clouds #aka local old lady monopolies #the text is looking super fucking weird - like some of it's bigger #but it says it's all the same size #so wtf #maybe it's just my monitor #we'll find out i guess

[wolfsclothing6]

It was just a side gig for the summer. Make a few extra bucks before you went back to college. He guy you worked with were decent enough. A bit rough around the edges. Always cracking crude and lewd jokes but nothing you didn’t do with your friends on occasion. Even though you were the youngest on the work crew they kept calling you old man. Much like you’d call a bald man Curly. It was meant in jest… wasn’t it?

A few weeks into to the summer you’d noticed you were putting in the pounds. A healthy appetite from all the hard work you were doing was having an effect. The after work beers didn’t hurt either. You’d stopped shaving after the guys kept joking about how you could grow a beard. You’d show them.

You were surprised at how gray it was coming in. You didn’t mind though. It helped you fit in with the guys. They’d even taken to rubbing your growing gut. Though you were surprised at how good it felt and how much your cock would twitch every time they did. Hell you’d started rubbing it yourself anytime you had a free hand.

The first time one of the guys pointed out the growing wet spot you’d made in the front of your jeans from all your excitement should’ve been a cue to stop but when he got down on his knees and unbuttoned your pants you just went with it. It felt fucking amazing to have your dick sucked by an obvious pro.

You even returned the favor. Savoring the musky taste of his cock after a long day of manual labor. He brought you up to your feet when you were done, stroked your growing gray beard and planted a kiss on you.

By the end of summer you hardly recognized yourself in he mirror. Full beard. Big gut. Your cock sucking skills had improved too. It was rare that someone wasn’t pulling you aside after work to exchange blow jobs. Hell one fucker even offered up his hole for you for you to plow. You bent him over, hefted your gut up on to his back, and fucked him like it would save your life.

In a way it did… you didn’t go back to college in the fall. Who needed it at this point? You’d found a job that you loved. The side benefits weren’t bad either.

#gay #bear transformation #transformation #fat #bear tf #age progression #daddy bear #fat belly #bear

[doloresstarfish]

BROKE YOUR OWN HEART

(Can't Finish What You Start)

Remus Lupin & Original Male Character

cw: graphic despictions of violence, angst, blood.

Summary

CHAPTER O4

At first it looked like a normal pub. When they got inside, Mouth and Elliot greeted the busy man behind the bar while going straight to the back, like they were co owners of the place. Remus followed close behind them as they opened the door to the basement, being inmediately attacked by the screams and chants of what sounded like a full quidditch stadium.

It was an old room with tall ceilings and concrete walls, so large it could probably fit two of Elliot's houses, if it weren't for the massive crowd of sweaty men inside.

On the way there Remus learned that they were heading to a fight club. A bloody fight club. And he thought that maybe Mouth was right about getting hurt burn.

At least it now made sense as to why Elliot never hesitated to throw a mean right hook if he found it necessary. He was certain no prissy motherfucker in Hogwarts had any chance against him. And they didn't.

They got just in time before they closed the doors, so they paid the entrance fee -five pounds each- and a bearded guy asked if any of them were fighting tonight. Mouth and Elliot had said yes. 'Oslo' seemed to know them well since they greeted eachother by name and handed both boys two ribbons to tie on their wrists. Elliot got red and Mouth blue.

The fights seemed to have started earlier than usual since they were already pulling a manic guy on top of another bloody face. They dragged the passed out person away from the man-made circle on the middle of the basement and a bald man raised the winners hand in the air, who offered the chanting crowd a crooked smile as he got handed a red plastic bag filled with money.

This was not how Remus imagined spending his summer.

He couldn't wait to see James and Sirius and tell them everything.

The same man held two empty bags -one red and one blue- in each hand and walked around as everyone streched to get their money in before two different men got in the circle and start wrestling.

Remus kept watching as the bald man handed the two bags to a couple of guys in the stairs. They started couting the contents of each bag and splitted both at the middle, waiting for the results.

"If you win you get half of the money the people against you betted, the other half goes to the winner's crowd" Elliot leaned on a concrete pillar, hands on his pockets in a relaxed way "So if fifty people are against you, you get two hundred and fifty pounds"

"Since the stablished amount is ten pounds each" Mouth added "Only rich assholes come see us getting fucked up. They get off on it or something" Elliot laughed "But last saturday of the month means double bets. That's five hundred, baby"

They watched in silence as they dragged another guy out of the floor. This time Blue won. They repeated the whole thing.

"What will happen if no one is against you?" Remus asked Elliot. Mouth snorted at the question while moving his limbs around, trying to warm up.

"That's not a problem Elliot particulary has" he answered.

"Let's just say I'm easy to hate" A knowing smile crept on his face but Remus didn't dare ask anything else.

Soon after it was Mouth's turn to go in. They wished him good luck and the fight begun. He wasn't either too tall or too short, but his beefy muscles were undeniable, so a lot of people betted on him. His opponent was on the shorter side, but was agile and looked experienced.

At first it was pretty even between the two of them, a lot of dodging and not much contact. Then Mouth got the upper hand with a strong kick right on the chest. Until he got swiped by his left knee and fell down to the floor.

"Fuck. That's his bad knee. Broke it one time and never fully healed" Elliot said, worried for his friend.

At the end nothing too serious happened to Mouth. But he did lose after a punch on the side of his head that nearly knocked him fully out, so they called it quits.

Elliot was next.

"You know the rules, gentleman! No shirts and no weapons!" The bald man exclaimed.

As Elliot started walking Remus was suddenly filled with an inmense sense of dread. What if he got seriously injured? Fuck, what if he died? He should've never let him do this shit.

"Merlin fuck, Elliot" his voice wavered, face as white as a sheet "Please be careful" the boy just turned around without stopping and grinned at him.

Fucking wanker.

He watched as Elliot slipped off his shirt and threw it to the ground while opening his way through the crowd of people, that started shamelessly booing at the sight of the familiar boy.

When Elliot finally arrived to the center of the circle he found Remus worried eyes again, but smiled and looked at him as to saying "See?"

Fucking wanker.

His opponent was a white guy with his torso and neck covered in ugly tattoos. He looked like a rabid dog, saizing up a relaxed looking Elliot with muttered growls.

Almost everyone got their hands inside the blue bag. They fucking loathed him. Remus watched the barely half filled red bag as baldie handed both of them to the crew.

The fight was up. Tattoo guy inmediately launched forward to grab Elliot but he dodged him easily, keeping his fists in front of his face. They walked around in circules, both challenging the other to approach them. Tattoo guy finally gave in and threw a fist at Elliot, who managed to move to the side and sucker punch him square in the jaw, making him back down with a groan of pain.

Elliot was lean but strong, well defined muscles danced around his body thanks to the demanding job at the factory. He could be Michelangelo's fucking David, Remus thought. Although having absolute baby-like features, his permanent poker face made up for any problem he could have from lack of intimidation.The other guy looked more like a junkie psycho chihuahua than a real competition. And that might just be more dangerous.

The younger boy leaped forward and got another hit, this time on the eye. But Tattoo guy trashed his arms around, making it impossible to predict where were they going to end up, so Elliot got hit in the nose and the crowd cheered louder as blood started to pour.

Remus could feel his heart trying to thump out of place and had to close his eyes after a couple minutes. He couldn't see this.

The crowd started booing and Remus inmediately thought the worst, and quickly opened his eyes, expecting to see the beautiful face that belonged to Elliot all fucked up on the floor, getting dragged.

But then he remebered they hated him, so they were booing because of Elliot's red ribbon swaying high in the air around his wrist. He had won. The biggest shit eating grin Remus had ever seen on his crimson lips as he admired the crowd that insulted him.

"We've got the winner, gentleman!" The bald man pushed the red bag close to Elliot's chest as the noise got louder "Hold this tight in your way out, kid" he told him.

So Elliot took off running through the crowd, grabbing Remus by the hand and making him pick up his speed as they ran up the stairs and closed the door. He couldn't risk getting the bag snatched by a pissed off asshole, so he dragged Remus out of the pub all the way back to the basketball court, where Elliot dropped his hand to rest them on his knees, trying to catch a breath. Remus did the same as they looked at eachother.

"Fuck"

"Yeah, fuck" They started laughing.

"I can't believe I just got out of a fight club" said Remus, calming down.

"I can't believe I just got out alive of that fight" retorted Elliot jokingly, indicating Remus to follow him, so they started walking home.

"The bloke was mad" Remus sizzed "I couldn't even watch after he started spinning like an helicopter and hit you in the nose" At the injuries mention, Elliot tried to wipe some of the blood that got on his mouth, but the nose had stopped bleeding "Shit, it's not broken, is it?"

"Nah, it would hurt like a bitch if it was. I'm actually pretty okay. Definitely got worse than this" Elliot said, actually surprised. "Maybe you're my lucky charm" He sent a flirty smile to Remus, who wanted to murder him for it.

"Lucky charm or not, I'm not ever going back to that place" Elliot snorted.

"Fair enough"

It was already fully dark out, the stars shining dimly -nothing like Remus sky back in Wales-. The sandy haired blonde had catched the pubs clock before leaving the place. By his suprise, it was just eight thirty, the whole day had felt so much shorter.

They arrived at the front lawn. Elliot's eyes went straight to the driveway, checking for a beated up grey car, but it was empty, as always.

"Fuck. They can't see me like this" he stopped Remus before he could get any further. Elliot pulled off his pants -again- and grabbed the hose -that they never used-, letting water pour as hard as it could without risking getting caught by the noise.

"Merlin. Can you stop getting undressed in public? You can get arrested for nudity, you know?" Elliot laughed as an old lady walked down the street, eyeing Elliot without holding back. Remus rolled his eyes at the boy for waving a hand up to the woman teasingly.

"Why? Jelous, Lupin?" Elliot said, going back to rinsing his chest and face out of any trace for blood. Without it Elliot looked mostly normal, he still had some time before the bruises develope, so he can make up an excuse tomorrow. "Good enough, right?" Remus nodded sheepishly as Elliot slipped the jeans up again, they were dirty but the dark color helped to diguise it a little.

They passed the door and saw Elliot's mom cooking something in the kitchen as they greeted everyone inside. Lupe and Eric where running around in the living room, Dominic was struggling to catch up to them, but happily. Gia was probably studying in her bedroom.

"Hey, guys! Dinner will be ready soon, okay?" She said "Why are you shirtless... and wet?" Elliot looked down to his body as if that was the first time he saw it too. Keeping the red bag of money behind his back.

"We went swimming down the lake. Must have left it there" she looked suspiciously at him but didn't say anything else, going back to the cutting board.

They both took showers -separated- and changed into some clean, sweat-free, clothes. They sat together on Elliot's bed. The window was open, letting a summer breeze refresh them even more, thanks to the thin layer of cold water still on their skin.

Remus watched, almost hipnotized, as Elliot tended to a small cut under his right eye that he was glad Marian hadn't noticed yet and as he spreaded over his face some antinflamatory cream he kept on the dresser.

After Elliot finished he grabbed the red bag and let all the money out on the bed, crumpled up in a high mountain between the two boys.

"Wanna help me count?" Elliot asked, making Remus snap out of his daze and nod quickly.

They counted in silence, scrunching their face in disgust when handling some of the bills that had specks of blood on them.

"Do you do this often?" Remus murmured, without looking up from the task, but could sense Elliot gazing up at him.

"Not anymore. Only for double bets" he shrugged.

"Why?"

"Why do I fight or why I don't do it often anymore?" Elliot snickered, raising a mocking brow to try and alivate the intimate vibe that made him a little too uncomfortable.

"The latter" Remus serious tone made contrast with his friends nochalant attitude.

"I can't afford dying, Rem" he shook his head jokingly, althought it was a sincere explanation. Remus had to stop himself from literally gulping at the nickname.

"Why did you even start fighting, then?"

Elliot sighed exasperated, as to let Remus know that this wasn't a conversation he wanted to have. What he didn't know was that the taller boy had stopped caring enough to keep walking on eggshells around him, and decided that if he wanted to get in, maybe he had to break the door down.

But Elliot didn't let him.

The sardonic grin returned to his face as he raised the neat stack of money in his hand " 'Cause of seven hundred and sixty pounds, baby"

Remus let him have this one.

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