#incredibly hairy legs

[pink-limonada]

My grandma has definitely become more chill about me going out with no bra + hairy legs and armpits, she would get upset/annoyed when I would go out with her like that before and tried to push me into wearing some unused bras she had in her room, but now she definitely seems waaaay more okay with that so it's cool.

#However it was incredibly funny that we went to the lingerie store together and I walked there no bra #Hairy legs and armpits while wearing a sleeveless shirt #I could see all the women staring lmao

[thesolarangel]

Source of pleasure

1.094 words · Rating: Explicit +18 · Halsin x Astarion x reader · AO3

Tags: threesome, unprotected P in V! (remember: wrap it before you tap it!), coming inside, creampie, dirty talk, chubby reader, they/them pronouns for gnc-reader, laughing while fucking, polyamory

(Oh noo, the filthy smut I imagined in my head turned into ✨love making✨as soon as I was writing it down… Whoopsie)

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“You’re doing amazing, darling.”

Astarion purred, grazing his lips down your neck and sucking into the soft flesh. He was seated behind you on the bed, his chest against your back, whispering sultry things into your ear. His hands were now on your plump tits, kneading them, teasing your nipples mercilessly, making you moan unrestrained. 

Halsin was kneeling in front of you, two fingers working you open, his thumb pressing lightly on your sensitive clit. The druid presented such a gorgeous sight before you, all big and broad and a beautiful hairy chest to die for. His hard cock stood proudly between his legs. The bulbous pink head and thick shaft making your mouth water, you wanted him inside so badly.

“Look how big he is, how he's throbbing for you.” Astarion’s low voice was sending shivers down your spine. 

Halsin watched your face closely for any sign of discomfort, he wanted to make absolutely sure that you were ready for him. You moaned, encouraged by Astarion’s words and eager for Halsin to finally give you what you wanted most…  

Astarion wasn’t unaffected by all of this. You felt his hardness against your lower back. He was straining against his pants. You tried to turn around to get your hands on him, you didn’t want him to be left out, but he stopped you mid way.

“Ah-ah-ah, this is just for you, darling”, he pulled you snug against his chest and continued kissing your neck. “Let us take care of you, hmm?”

Halsin bent down to cup your cheek with his other hand. He captured your mouth in a gentle kiss, grazing over your lips in languid motions. He was always so careful with you as if you’d break under his big hands. You felt so small with him hovering over you.

You loved the way he made love to you. You always felt so secure and protected with him. But right now with Astarion teasing you, finding your sensitive spots and Halsin’s big fingers exploring the depths of your warm, wet cunt, you were close to your limit.

“Please, Halsin…” you whined impatiently. 

“Don’t make them wait any longer”, Astarion chimed in while roaming his hands over your round belly and your alluring tits. 

Halsin smiled, “I hear you.” He stole another heated kiss and then he positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, making you gasp. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you desire, sweetheart.”

Fetching and opening the small vial of lubricant, he let a few drops dribble onto your vulva, smearing it into your cunt with the head of his cock. 

You and Astarion both made a lewd noise in unison while watching. Astarion’s hands wandered downwards and spread your labia open to watch Halsin nudge his cock inside. Cautiously, he fed you inch for inch of his hard length, making you gasp at the stretch.

Once Halsin was seated inside you, Astarion spoke up once again, voice heavy with lust. “You take him so well, every inch of him…”

”By the oak father, you feel incredible", Halsin agreed with a low grunt that went straight to your swelling cunt. He caressed your thighs and the soft flesh at your waist as he waited for you to get accustomed to his thick shaft.

“Do you feel generously stuffed, darling? Does he fill you up nicely?” Astarion purred close to your ear while he watched.

“Yes… “ You moaned in response. You closed your eyes and threw your head back onto Astarion’s shoulder.

Halsin bent down to pull Astarion into a filthy kiss. Astarion made a surprised yelp that turned into a needy whimper as Halsin devoured his lips hungrily.

He smirked when he broke the kiss, gazing deeply into Astarion’s eyes. “Let’s make sure they’ll never forget this.”

Astarion stared at him and you could feel his erection growing harder against your back. He adored the druid as much as you did and you felt it. “Sounds like a plan”, he whispered seductively.

Halsin grabbed your waist and started fucking you with slow, languid thrusts while Astarion had one hand on your breast and one on your clit, massaging it just the way you liked it.

Halsin looked gorgeous above you. His tanned skin was glistening with sweat, his stomach flexed as he plowed into you, making your tummy and your tits jiggle with every thrust. 

Being loved by these two beautiful creatures was like something out of a wonderful dream. Watching Halsin’s adoring expression while he was fucking you, feeling Astarion’s gentle, experienced touch on your hot skin, all of it made your heart race and you couldn’t get enough. You whined desperately as Halsin picked up the pace.

“Fuuuuck…” Halsin grunted.

“Listen, darling, you reduced our handsome druid to profanities, well done!” Astarion chuckled.

You let out a hoarse laugh, but Halsin’s hard thrusts stifled your laughter. You watched his length disappear inside you over and over again, while listening to the lewd sounds and moans that filled the room. 

Halsin pounded into you mercilessly, Astarion rubbed your clit harder and suddenly your orgasm hit you with such brutal force and you cried out when deep hot pleasure washed over you and through your body for several seconds. 

“Sweetheart, I’m close, where–” Halsin began, unable to finish his sentence, trying so hard to hold it in.

Astarion noticed you were distracted from your orgasm. “Do you want him to come inside you, baby, hmm?” He asked while he was fondling your tits and grinding against your back, chasing his own release. 

“Yes, please…” You whimpered. 

Halsin was panting above you and with a few more erratic thrusts, he spilled his big load inside you. At the same time, you felt Astarion’s trembling motions coming to a halt as he burst in his pants with a rough grunt.

You made a pleased hum when Halsin pulled out carefully and you watched his cum leaking out of you and onto the sheets.

After all three of you had cleaned up, you got back into bed, with you in the middle, Halsin spooning you from behind and Astarion on the other side, facing you. He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and whispered sweetly: “Hmm, thank you, darling, that was wonderful.”

“My heart, you are so loved…” Halsin peppered your cheeks and your neck with little kisses while he snuggled his big body against yours.

“You make me so happy, both of you.” you murmured as you slowly drifted off to sleep, safe and warm between your two lovers.

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MDNI divider by @cafekitsune here

tag list: not sure who to tag here, since it's my first fanfic for this fandom, so I'm just gonna tag the ones that agreed to be tagged in everything and some others who are in the fandom and read smut...

@starlady66 @fenharel-enaste @queenmeriadoc @elronds-pointy-ears @corrodedbisexual @lady-of-imladris @aiwe-the-little-bird

#halsin x reader #astarion x reader #halsin x astarion x reader #astarion x halsin x reader #this is not beta read!! #smut fanfic #self insert fanfic #reader fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #halsin smut #astarion smut #astarion x you #astarion fic #astarion fanfic #astarion fanfiction #halsin x you #halsin fanfic #Halsin #Astarion

[misctf]

A New Daddy

Aaron sighed as he kicked another rock down the walking path. He found himself here a lot nowadays. It offered him some much needed peace and a place to think about his life. In reality, Aaron was overjoyed. His wife was due any day and he’d be a father soon. But Aaron was anxious. His dad was not much of a father and left the family when he was young. And because of that, the soon to be father was worried... what if he was a bad father? What if he messed up something? He never had a real role model. With another sigh, he sat down on the edge of a small pond and started skipping stones. As he looked out over the lake, he didn’t register the strange glow coming from the stone in his hand.

“I just wish I’ll be a good dad.” He whispered as he tossed the stone.

He watched as the stone hopped across the pond and with each hop glowing slightly brighter. He was fixated on the strange glow- it was perhaps one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. But his amazement quickly subsided as he felt a cool breeze pass over his bare skin. Wait... bare skin!? Aaron jumped up and looked down at his naked form. He quickly covered his junk and looked around in terror. Where’d his clothes go? What if someone saw him? Wait... since when did his chest hair look like that? Aaron watched as the light dusting of chest hairs that adorned his toned chest started to darken. And as they darkened, more started to sprout across his pale skin. He raised his hand to his chest, confirming that these new growths were real, but quickly yelped in surprise when he noticed the same wiry dark hairs sprouting across his arms.  

“I need to get help.” He whispered, turning his attention away from the thick pelt that was growing over him, “Where’s my phone? Fuck did that disappear to? I’ll just need to ask someone... anyone...”

Aaron took a step forward to start his search and cried out in pain as his foot touched the ground. It felt like all the muscles in his body were contracting. He watched through teary eyes as his calves and thighs exploded with muscle- thickening and becoming large like tree trunks. He winced as he raised his arms and watched as his previously thin and toned musculature started to thicken. His forearms were first, followed by his biceps and triceps, which were becoming padded with thick layers of muscle and fat. While incredibly painful, he was amazed. What guy doesn’t dream of having muscles like this? But this wasn’t natural and he couldn’t do anything as his body continued to transform against his will. Aaron watched as his flat, but now hairy abdomen, pushed out with layers of fat. He’d never be called “beanpole” again, he realized. But just as his stomach was blossoming into a firm muscle gut, his hairy chest was following closely. He packed on layers of muscle and fat to his previously toned chest. All the while, a pleasure was building from nipples, which were becoming larger and perkier. Aaron let out a silent cry as a cold sweat washed over him and his muscles relaxed.

“I... need... help...” He breathed out, flipping over and forcing himself up.

He stood unsteadily on his thickened legs. He was certainly taller than before. And as he tried to reorient himself, he became unbalanced and fell to his knees. He met his reflection in the still pond water. It was still him. His light dirty blond hair, kind eyes, and youthful face. But... but he couldn’t help but noticed that his stubble looked slightly darker. And before he could do anything, he watched with dread as his facial hair became darker and started to form into a manly beard. He couldn’t turn away as he watched his dirty blond hair fall from the top of his head, until he was completely bald. And then a new feeling washed over him as his skin became tougher and weathered as his body aged rapidly.

“No... fuck no.” He whispered as he turned away from his new reflection, “This... how did this?” He winced at how gruff and deep his new voice was. This didn’t make sense. None of this made sense. He felt tears in his eyes as he looked down as his hairier, older, and thicker form.

And suddenly the world spun around him- shifting and changing rapidly. The now older man felt his head spin as the world around him changed. He was no longer in a park, but instead what looked like a home workout room. Weights and equipment scattered all around him. And as the world stopped spinning, he attempted to regain his footing, but fell with a loud bang.

“Fuck!” He shouted, his deeper voice again causing him to wince. He quickly looked around, but everything seemed to be tinted darker, “Sunglasses?” He whispered as he caught sight of himself in the gym’s mirror, “What am I wearing?” It looked like some type of leather harness wrapped around his chest, causing his muscular pecs to be more pronounced, “At least I’m not naked anymore.” He mused, looking down at the white jockstrap that covered his dick, “Where the fuck am I? I need to find Amy and get help...”

“Daddy?” Aaron froze when he heard the high-pitched, feminine, yet decidedly male voice. He turned and locked eyes with the man, “Oh my god, daddy are you okay?”

Aaron’s eyes widened as the younger man ran towards him, wearing nothing more than a light-blue jockstrap. Each step causing the platinum blond man’s ass to bounce. Aaron was mesmerized, his eyes fixated on the guy’s massive bubble butt. How perky and jiggly it was. How much he wanted to squeeze it. Wait? Squeeze it?

“I don’t need you.” Aaron spat, picking himself up, “Get away from me!” Wait... why was his cock growing? He wasn’t into men? Or their sexy asses. Sexy? Aaron gripped his head, “Wait... no... stop...”

“But daddy, I just want to help you.” The twink bit his lower lip and walked up to Aaron, “And you’ve been working so hard.” He traced his hands along Aaron’s hairy muscular torso, “Please daddy, just a taste.” He moaned as his hand slipped under Aaron’s jockstrap.

Aaron’s mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. He was going to be a father... but wasn’t he already a daddy? A daddy? A damn good daddy, right? But didn’t he like women? Wasn’t he married? Why would he be married? Since when was he ever with a woman? Since when did he ever want to be with a woman?

“Please daddy.” The twink moaned as he pulled down the jockstrap, freeing Aaron’s cock. And he didn’t protest.

As the twink wrapped his mouth around the older man’s cock, Aaron’s mind spun even faster. It felt so good, so much better than any time with a woman. And as he looked down at the slut on his knees, his ass jiggling with each thrust of Aaron’s monster cock, a new feeling washed over him.

“Deeper, boy.” Aaron commanded, gripping the back of the twink’s head and forcing his cock deeper, “Show daddy how much you want it.”

The twink obliged and Aaron threw his head back in pleasure. His spinning thoughts were settling down. His new identity taking hold. He was a dom daddy. A good daddy for his little slut. Nothing before this mattered- nothing ever mattered, just this. Even his old self was becoming content, quieting down and falling into a state of blissful pleasure. After all, he just wanted to be a good daddy? Wish granted, right?

“God damn, boy!” Aaron shouted as he came, sending torrents of cum down his slut’s throat. He sat down on the workout bench, while his slut breathed heavily.

“Oh daddy, thank you.” The twink moaned, “You’re the best daddy ever.”

Aaron smirked, “Damn right, boy.” He smirked at himself in the mirror. Fuck he looked good. A true man. His attention turned back to his slut, “Now boy, are you ready for round two?”

#male tf #male transformation #straight to gay #mental change #age progression #wish gone wrong

[deer-knight]

it's 2024 you know what that means: time to stop shaving massive swaths of your body! listen. cmere. listen to me. if you're someone who regularly shaves your legs/armpits/arms/groin/etc. this is it. this is your sign.

now listen. i know. it feels so nice and smooth! you rub your legs together like cricket! swish swish! listen to me - have you ever fully let yourself have body hair? i mean it. fully let your hair grow until it doesnt grow any longer?

let me tell you something - i am a texture-sensitive being. truly. i was also someone who had to shave my legs daily if i wanted to give the illusion of a creature that doesn't have leg hair. and the fresh shave smoothness was nice! and the scratchy nonsense that started poking through at the end of the day was terrible! it also sucked to torture my skin this way all the time. i have thick, dark hair. and everyone would be on my case about it - my mother, sister, grandmother, kids at school or summer camp. "you missed a spot!" i banish you to the shadow realm.

beyond just knowing that the beauty standards of the world we live in are fucked, consider this an opportunity to just be curious about your body. it's 2024! gender is dead! humans often are covered in hair! its normal! people might give you a hard time about it. the best we can do is ignore them, if they are not the sort to see it as an opportunity to learn.

when i started wearing my unshaved legs bare i was so nervous. and after i made it clear to the people who would have bothered me about it that i wasn't going to bend to their expectations, nobody has really mentioned it. i've had kids ask why i have hair in my armpits or on my legs, because they don't have filters and are curious about their world, and i just say that its normal to have hair or to not have hair, for all people of all genders.

it takes a little bit of time to adjust to the feeling and texture. this much is true. but oh my gosh, i beg of you to try. even if you think you wont get over the sensory nightmare of the initial scratchiness. i haven't shaved in 7, 8 years now, and my hair is still thick and dark but the texture has softened so much, and i love the swish of hair on my legs, in my armpits, all over. i'm not on testosterone or anything, i'm just a hairy creature. y'all, it's so beautiful. it keeps me warm! it's soft in a different way - i can even condition it if i want extra softness! its an incredible texture, and i'm so grateful i let my body be the way it's always wanted to be.

it's 2024. you don't have to shave anymore. if you've been thinking about it, now's the time. free yourself. doesn't matter your gender or sexuality or anything. it doesn't make you less feminine, it doesn't make you less refined, it doesn't make you less sexy or less lovable or anything like that. anyone who says different isn't worth your time.

been wanting to make this post for a while now. your body is yours, and you can let it be as hairy as you like <3

#brought to you by a hairy creature #free your fuzz

[lovingbarbariancomputer]

Bo subtly moaned with each labored breath. He’d never been so full in his life. He sat in his recliner, leaning back. Either experiencing great discomfort, or incredible pleasure. Bo wasn’t quite sure. He could barely think at this point. But he knew one thing. His dick was rock hard. And he wasn’t sure why. All he knew was that it felt fucking good. Better than any sex he’d ever had with an girl.

He looked at the empty pizza box sitting on his leg. “I can’t believe I ate a whole fuckin pizza” he groaned to himself in his deep voice. His rough, hairy hand slid under his shirt and he began gently rubbing his belly. His dick pulsated in response. He moaned without even realizing. His belly had never felt to big. And Bo noticed his belly seemed more sensitive to touch than before.

“Fuck I need some weed” he mumbled. He put the empty pizza box down, next to a different, unopened pizza box. He reached to the other side of the chair and grabbed his bong, already loaded with weed.

By the time the bong was empty, his eyes were basically closed. He sat in the recliner, mindlessly caressing his new, thick body with one hairy arm, and holding his throbbing dick in the other.

Then he remembered the other pizza, and a shockwave of sexual pleasure shot through his dick, and echoed through his thick body.

“Fuck. That pizza smells so fuckin good. I mean, theyre only medium pizzas anyway..”

He reached down and grabbed the second box. Barely able to hold a thought. Letting out a quiet, sexy, growling laugh.

He ate half of the second pizza, edging the whole time, moaning with each bite. Each moan more submissive than the last.

Eventually he was so full, drunk, and stoned, he passed out, rubbing his new fatboy belly. Too tired to even jerk off to completion.

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

I'd like to wish being transformed into a really dumb jock, and gross, but like, literal, so dumb i can't even say what 2 + 2 is, and i so gross i constantly belch and fart non-stop cause i think its manly and its funny, could you do it, pleasee?

You want to be dumbest thing walking on two legs. Thats all I read when I seen this. So that’s what we are going to do. People will look at you really question how something so dumb could even exist. As soon as your wish leaves you mouth instantly you tongue acts on it own hanging out of your mouth like a dog. You try to pull it back in but you can’t ! No matter what you do your tongue just seems to be too big you mouth and your jaw squares itself and drops. You look in the mirror shocked. You didn’t think didn’t think it would happen this fast but you can’t deny it. You look dumb. You start to burn up as your body begins to generate more heat than you’re used to and sweat begins to pour on your body. As that happens a puddle begins to form under you from all the sweat dripping off your body and your body begins to bulk with muscle. Your arms balloon out as your chest pumps up. Your abs pull your waist in and become tight forming an incredible 8 pack. Your face begins to itch as a beard starts to grow on your dumb face as your hair darkens. Your arms become hairy and your legs begin to bulk. Becoming swallowed in a furry mass as well. You back widens and you are overcomed with being lightheaded you have to sit down. Sitting in front of the mirror in your own puddle of sweat you can’t help but notice right arm and pec begin to get dark as a tattoos begins to streatch their way up your arms and across your chest. You look down and see a tattoo form on your right leg as your feet begin to swell. You notice that as your feet get bigger your tongue begins to push out more. Lower. DUMBER! Your pants begin to get tight as your package seems to be connect to your feet to. The bigger they become the larger your member becomes. Your feet stop ground at a sweaty size 17. Your body is massive now. Dripping sweat. Your veins are bulging from all the mass you’ve gained and your skin even has a tanned color to it.

But even though you look dumb. You said you wanted to be DUMB! Like the definition of full blown dumbass. And intense migraine moved across your head as you brain cramps. Losing the ridges that hold knowledge. Smoothing out as you become a literal dumbass. But I’m not cruel. I’ll leave you able to function. Unable to read. Unable to do anything other than lift weight and be a dumbass. You belch signifying lift off of your new dumbass life. Not even aware how stupid you are. I’m not even sure if you remember how to walk with how dumb I’ve made you but a muscle body like needs to crawl anyway. You’ll repeat simple sentences but anything complex you’ll have a glazed look pass over your dumb face. Instantly lost in all the confusion. Even yelling like a wild animal because of the dumbass you’ve become. You manage to stand up and stagger as your stupid brain tries to understand what you’re doing. A loud fart shoots out of your tight bulbous butt while another burp comes out. Still sweating and pumping out some serious Bo. You’re going to be a sweaty gas machine. To dumb to do anything and impossible to learn anything. Enjoy the new life you big dumbass.

[toxophilitis]

Horny Peeping Sister

Chapter 1

The woman writhed around on the bed and out in the darkness of the alley beyond her lighted window, the boy stood watching. She teased her nipples through the filmy negligee she wore, and the boy saw her lips moving as a man, naked, wandered into the picture of the brightly lit window.

Tom Moon sighed and stood with his legs spread wide apart. He stuffed both his hands down into the front pockets of his jeans and stared, his eyes wide with envy and wonder as the man inside the window slid onto the bed and took the lovely brunette in the black nightie into his arms and kissed her.

The couple rolled together, with the man ending up on top. Tom could see that as they kissed the woman reached between their bodies and took hold of her lover’s prick. Tom knew that the man’s cock was big and he couldn’t wait to see the woman take it. His own cock slithered down one leg of his jeans, and Tom nudged it with his fingertips, moving it to a more comfortable position.

The woman’s slender arms jerked on the man’s cock, which was still pressed between their undulating bodies. The man’s naked ass humped and rolled and Tom imagined the tip of his cock was running up along the woman’s hairy cunt. Tom had never felt a pussy around his own prick but he knew, from watching the ecstasy that it brought others, that it was an incredible feeling.

At last the man rolled off the woman and she quickly crawled up on top of him, straddling his waist with her long, white legs. As she moved, Tom got a flash of her naked, brown-haired cunt beneath her thin nightie and his cock lurched, pounding in his jeans.

As she sat down on the man’s cock, Tom watched her pretty face contort with happiness. She faced him completely, with the man beneath her partly hidden from view. But Tom didn’t care that he couldn’t see the man she was fucking. All he cared about was this wonderful, sexy woman and the wonderful way she looked when she had a cock inside of her.

His hands still jammed inside his pockets, Tom tickled the sides of his stiffening prick-shaft. His mouth hung open, dry with excitement. He no longer noticed his surroundings, the dark back alley in which he stood.  Now he had been transported and stood in that brightly lit bedroom, watching the fucking taking place there.

A pair of hands appeared on the woman’s tits, crushing them against her chest. First they caressed her big tits through the dark fabric that covered them. Then, impatiently they flipped the thin covering up and touched her naked skin. The dark nightie filtered down again, covering the hands, and Tom watched the fingers kneading her tit-flesh through it, as if through a fine film of erotic mist. As the man tossed the nightie up to get at the woman’s tits, Tom was treated to a look at the dark triangle of cunt-hair between her legs. As the man worked her titties, the nightie worked up so that Tom could see the contrast between her white lower belly and the dark hair of her cunt. Her pussy-hair was flush against the lower belly of the man, and Tom knew that she had his cock far up inside of her.

The woman let her head roll back, her long hair falling behind her shoulders as she moved her lower body in slow, sensuous circles. The dark vee of her pussy hair moved slightly and Tom’s eyes were riveted to it, imagining what was taking place inside her body right there. It was as if he had x-ray vision and could see the cock that penetrated her, filling her pussy with its girth and power.

Gradually the woman began to speed up her fucking motions. Her hips rolled round and round in faster and faster circles. Then she started moving up and down, letting the cock slide in and out of her cunt. At first she moved only a little. But then her fuck-stroke grew longer and little by little Tom could see the slick shaft of the man’s cock as it slithered out of her dripping cunt.

“Yeah, baby,” Tom sighed, both his hands covering the pounding front of his jeans. “Fuck it out!”

The woman leaned forward, feeding the man one of her big tits. She tossed her long hair back over one shoulder to keep it out of the man’s way and Tom was glad. Now he could see her tits clearly. The man sucked one through the black gauze of the nightie and the woman rolled her eyes in ecstasy.

Tom couldn’t see just what the man was doing to the woman’s tit, but he could see the effect it was having on her. She continued to pump her cunt up and down his cock while he sucked her tit and, from the way she jerked and shuddered, Tom knew that the man’s mouth on her tit felt very good.

Then, suddenly she sat back up straight again and for a second Tom saw the wet fabric of her nightie plastered to her white tit. Her nipple stuck out through the material and even with its dark covering Tom could tell that her nipple was as red as a cherry. Then, with a quick, frantic motion, the woman jerked her nightie off and tossed it aside, leaving herself completely naked on top of the prone man.

“Holy Christ!” Tom grunted, his cock begging for release. “What a horny bitch!”

Gloriously naked, the young woman shook her titties at her lover playfully and grinned down at him. But, when the man reached out to touch her naked tits, she leaned back away from him, smiling sexily.

For an instant Tom was disappointed. He liked it when the man pawed her tits, pulling and smashing them with his big hands. But his disappointment didn’t last long for the woman continued to lean back, putting her hands behind herself to keep her balance. Before he knew it, Tom had a better view of her cunt, stuffed with the man’s cock, than ever before!

With her dark-haired cunt pointed right at him, Tmo couldn’t stand it any more. Carefully he released his zipper and immediately his cock sprang out. When he went out at night like this, he never wore any underwear, and so his cock stuck out straight through the open fly of his jeans, a white pole in the darkness of the night. He undid the snap of his pants and sighed with satisfaction as he at last took his straining prick in his own cool hand.

Even as he let his cock bob out, Tom never took his eyes off this magical woman. Her whole body was stretched out for his viewing pleasure. Her tits rose high on her chest and her slim midsection was stretched out taut and long. But, best of all, her thighs were slightly parted and, as she bobbed up and down, he could see very clearly the base of the man’s cock as it disappeared up into her perfect body.

For a few seconds Tom just held his cock, so enraptured by the sight of the woman. Then his cock, as if impatient for some action, gave a jerk, reminding him of his own needs. He glanced down at his hard-on, gripped tightly in his fingers, and then he looked back up at the window, his hand automatically starting to work up and down the length of his rigid prick-shaft.

The cool air of the early evening stirred the hairs around the base of Tom’s prick and touched his hot cock-skin. The fluids ran from the hole in the tip of his cock-shaft and he absently smeared them around with his thumb. They covered the head of his cock and excited him a bit more.

With his other hand he scooped his balls out of the confines of his jeans and let them dangle down tenderly over his zipper. He wiggled just a bit and his pants slipped down his thighs just a couple of inches, allowing his fuck-parts more room. As the cool evening air touched them, his balls automatically snuggled up around the base of his throbbing prick.

Back inside the bedroom, the fucking had gotten faster and more furious. The woman had brought her feet up alongside the man’s body and was slamming her cunt back onto his upthrusting prick. At the moment she was taking just the very tip of his prick into her and the rest of his thick shaft remained outside of her body, glistening with her cunt-juices.

Tom licked his lips and pounded his hand up and down the shaft of his cock. Each time he saw the rounded hand of the man’s cock punch in between the waiting lips of the woman’s pussy, he ran his fist over the top of his own prick. He didn’t know just what it would feel like to actually penetrate a cunt, but he imagined it would be something like fucking through the ring of his fist, so he did it over and over, moving with the woman, pretending he was fucking her.

Then she increased the length of her fucking motions and took in all of her lover’s prick. She looked up into the man’s face as she fucked him and Tom could see her heavy-lidded passion. Each time her hips went all the way forward and the man’s cock disappeared completely into the dark bush of her cunt, she opened her mouth and Tom imagined her giving a little cry. It was almost as if she expected the man’s cock to go fucking right through her body and come out her mouth.

She slammed back at him, her body arching up a little more each time.  When his cock pulled out of her cunt, it was always wet with her cunt-juices. The red slit of her open pussy blazed at Tom and the little knot at the top of her cunt-slit was the reddest of all.

Her body arched up off the man completely, the only point of contact between them being his cock into her cunt. Again Tom saw her say something and then she stopped moving, holding herself arched above him, her cunt gaping open.

Then it was the man’s turn to fuck. Although Tom couldn’t see all of him he could see his cock very well. It surged up and filled the woman’s waiting pussy. She didn’t fuck back at him this time but rather held her body still, letting him pound her at whatever pace he chose.  Sometimes his cock plunged into her completely and her mouth opened, other times he gave her just his prick-head, rolling it around inside of her cunt and she threw her head back and writhed.

Tom’s hand thundered up and down the rigid shaft of his own prick. He forgot that he was standing in an alley, where anyone coming out to empty a trash can or walk a dog might see him. Usually Tom was more careful, hiding himself behind a bush or fence. But tonight his usual caution was absent and he was standing right in the center of the alley, watching the couple through a low point in the fence.

At the other end of the alley a figure hurried along. It was Becky Moon, rushing to get home. After her piano lesson she had stopped at a friend’s house to talk and time had gotten away from her. Now Becky knew she would be in trouble when she got home because it was so late.

Usually Becky didn’t like to use this alley at night. It was dark and kind of creepy. But tonight she was in a big hurry and it was a short cut home. Becky hurried along, her head down, her brow furrowed. She could just imagine how her mother was going to bitch at her and she didn’t look forward to it.

Her sneakers were very quiet as she moved rapidly. She hugged her notebook of music to her budding tits and tossed her long blonde hair back over her shoulders. Quickly she looked up to see how much farther she had to go before reaching the end of the alley and then she gave a little gasp and stopped completely.

Ahead of her, Becky could see a boy standing in the middle of the alley. He was looking into a backyard and it looked like he was pissing! Becky didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to walk by him, that would be too embarrassing. Yet something kept her from turning around and running back down the alley. She knew she needed to get home, but she also wanted to watch this boy.

She took a few steps forward and then crouched down behind a trashcan a few feet from where he was. The shadows fell across his face, but she could plainly see that he did have his cock out. Becky swallowed hard.  She’d never seen a real cock before, but she and her friend Vicky had just been looking at lots of them in magazines. That was why she was so late...

She put her notebook down and knelt on it, making herself comfortable.  She was quite sure this wouldn’t take long—even boys couldn’t piss forever. But then she realized that, although she could see his cock perfectly, she could see no piss coming from it. Then, like a ton of bricks, it hit her—the boy was jacking off!

“Oh wow!” she gasped. “I wish Vicky could see this!”

Tom didn’t realize that he had an audience. He kept jacking on his prick, feeling the come churning in his balls. More juices flowed from the hole in the tip of his prick and he spread them along his whole cock-shaft, allowing his hand to slip up and down his cock with ever-increasing swiftness.

The woman in the window was slick with sweat from her vigorous fucking.  Her arms wobbled as she continued to hold herself up and let her lover pound her with his cock. Then, all at once, Tom saw her body go rigid and then collapse in a gale of shudders. She flopped forward again, taking the man’s cock completely inside of her and hugging his chest, her body still wracked with climactic spasms.

“She came!” Tom muttered in awe.

After caressing her for a moment and giving her a chance to recover from her climax, the man inside the window shoved the woman back up onto his cock. Her face was more flushed then ever, and Tom noticed she seemed a little limp now.

The man humped up, drilling his cock back into the woman and as Tom watched, it was like his cock was pumping her full of air and life. The more he fucked her, the more the brunette regained her strength and her zeal for fucking. After just a few strokes she sat up as straight and tall as ever on his prick, the weakness brought on by her strong orgasm forgotten.

“She’s still hot,” Tom sighed enviously. “What a hot cunt!”

Tom bucked his hips forward, fucking his fist. Pre-cum dripped from his fingers and dribbled down into the alley. His eyes burned from being open for so long without blinking. But he was afraid to close them for even a split second for fear he would miss something good.

Across the alley and down a bit, Becky stared avidly too. Her cunt felt funny inside her jeans and she shifted around a bit, trying to make the feeling go away. She saw how the boy’s hand went up and down on his cock and she saw how big his prick was. Becky wondered who he was and if she knew him. She also wondered what he was looking at.

Tom’s breathing was loud and heavy and Becky could hear it from where she sat. His fucking motions got faster and more heated as did the fucking inside the house. But Becky couldn’t see what he saw. She only knew that he was there and that he was making her hot, too.

Becky knelt on her notebook, her aching pussy grinding back against her heel. She had never experienced anything like this before, but she liked the way it made her feel. Her eyes drilled into the boy’s profile, moving from his illuminated cock to his hidden face.

Her eyes were on his cock when she heard him give a strange, strangled cry. For an instant she looked again at his face and then her eyes flicked back to his cock just in time to see the first of many white jets burst forth and splatter against the fence a few feet in front of him.

Becky whimpered too. Watching the boy shoot off made her feel sort of woozy. She was a virgin but this, even more than the pictures she had looked at with Vicky, convinced her that she just had to get fucked soon. Seeing all that jizz made her lick her lips in anticipation.

Just seconds after he came, Tom saw the man in the house come too. The man’s lips parted and Tom imagined the sounds of pleasure that he made.  Tom wanted to let out a loud cry too, but he held back, remembering for once where he was.

Tom couldn’t see the come the man shot up into the woman, but he could imagine it. He pretended that the stream of jizz that shot from his prick was filling the lovely woman’s pussy. What would that be like? he asked himself.

For a few seconds after he came, Tom stood still, weak with release.  The couple inside had curled up together and they were caressing and kissing each other softly. Tom had a feeling that the show was not over, but he knew that he had to get home. His mother really gave him hell when he stayed out after dark too long without her knowing where he was.

With a heavy sigh and a silent promise to return again soon, Tom tucked his rubbery prick back inside his pants and zipped them up again. Then, with a quick glance around, he hurried on down the alley toward his house.

Becky pulled herself back as the boy put his cock away and then ran on down the alley. But as he moved, the light hit him and Becky did a double-take. That was no boy, that was her brother Tom!

For a few moments she stayed crouched behind the trashcan, the shock of what she had seen still very fresh in her mind. Then, on unsteady legs, she stood up, her pussy pounding in her jeans, and headed off in the same direction as Tom had. As she ran home for dinner, she wasn’t sure how she would be able to face her brother across the table after what she had just seen.

[frogchiro]

Hey Kin! I had this idea to share, but I wanted to know if this specific kink was appropriate for your blog! So like… pussy inspections with your fav cod man 😳

Also it’s okay if you’re not comfortable with it. I just wanted to clarify before I sent any further asks with this type of scenario - 💖

My dear Heart. I was waiting for this specific ask my whole writing career and I physically cannot explain how thankful I am

AND I'M GONNA GO WITH PRICE FOR THIS ONE bc I'm still on my dark bullshit and he fits perfectly ;;

Price who is absolutely nasty :(( He's so large, so powerful and strong, he's everything a military Captain should be but underneath all that he's a nasty pervert, extremally possessive and territorial over the resident hacker girl of 141 and isn't afraid to pull rank on anyone, especially you :((

You could describe him like a dragon; large and incredibly dangerous and possessive over his hoard, in this case it's you. Price isn't afraid to grope you out in the open in front of Ghost or Soap or even the insufferable PMCs to assert his dominance and show everyone who exactly is in charge here and who do you belong to.

John loves doing pussy inspections because it gives him a incredible power trip and he gets off on the power he has over you. He's much older than you, has way more experience, he's so so much stronger than you :(( He knows you like it, he knows how you whine and paw at his strong broad chest and shoulders, how you coo over his biceps and how you nuzzle and rub against his sweaty hairy chest after a training session.

And pussy inspections are the biggest form of asserting his dominance over you; a cigar in his mouth as he growls at you to stay still girl as his big rough hands spread you open :(( you can whine and try to squirm all you want, you can even try and close your legs but it's only gonna earn you a smack to your ass. Spreading open your legs and then your slick puffy cunt makes Price growl low in his chest, watching your hole twitch with anticipation, the remnants of the seed he spilled inside you earlier are still there and he grunts in delight that no one seemed to be brave or stupid enough to try and mess with the Captain's property♡

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #jesus christ whew #cod mw x reader #cod x reader #john price x reader #price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain john price #john price

[oliverwondertf]

A True Bromance

“Are you sure about this Mark?” I asked hesitantly. “That potion smells pretty disgusting babe. Whose underwear did you steal anyways?”

I pointed to the bubbling, dark green potion in my boyfriend’s hands as he took a whiff of its contents. He had just concocted another transformation brew and I was looking forward to seeing its effects in just a few moments.

“That’s just the way I like it - you know that bear. And hell if I know. I grabbed the first pair of boxer briefs I could find in an unlocked locker. Should make for an interesting shift this time…”

“Just promise me you’ll behave yourself this time. I know you like to get carried away when you shift.” The power to become someone else at your whim is truly an intoxicating power and I loved every moment he got to use it.

“Of course, bear.” He says with a devilish smirk. “I’m beginning to be a pro at this.”

With one smooth gulp, Mark downed the musky green potion and let out a satisfying burp, followed by a louder belch.

“Oh fuck…” Mark started to groan as his skin bubbled up and changed, starting with his arms and spreading across his torso and belly, before making its way down his legs and up to his face. Mark quickly stripped his body of his clothes, standing nude in our living room. I watched in horny disbelief as his features and his body proportions changed. His belly shrank down, becoming a nice set of toned abs. His body blossomed with copious amounts of body hair that began to materialize on his chest, abdomen, arms, and legs. He was pretty hairy before, but this was something else.

I watched as his face suddenly began to change, becoming unfamiliar to the cute adorable boyfriend that I’ve always loved. His beard more or less stayed the same, but his eyes, mouth, nose, and chin all began to reform. The final changes made their way over his body until I was left staring at the body and face of a very HOT and hairy gym bro.

“Mmm, how do I look bear?” Mark asked me in a completely unfamiliar voice. He looked down lustfully and rubbed his new hands along his hairy torso and pits before grabbing his new cock and jerking it a bit. “Or should I say *bro*?”

I looked in awe as my new boyfriend began exploring his new jock body, admiring his new features in the mirror. He began flexing and posing as if he really was the man he was impersonating. He completed his look by putting on a necklace, sports cap, and his own earbuds.

“You look fucking amazing babe. How do you feel?” I say, trying to hide my growing erection. "What should I even call you anymore?"

“I feel fucking fantastic bro... It’s incredible what that potion can do. I’ll be in this form for at least a week… maybe more. I got a lot of his essence from those boxer briefs. It’s sexy this dick was getting sweaty in those.” Mark grabs his erect cock one more time and playfully teases it in front of me. "And you should keep calling me Mark - fuck if I know his real name."

“Yeah… fuck, we’re going to have to explore your body more in the bedroom. I’m leaking just looking at you right now, bear.”

“Oh I agree bro. But first you need to drink your potion, don’t you? 😈”

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To be continued... This was my first time writing a story in a while! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

#mtm #transformation #bodyswap #gay #shapeshift #male

[kiradrabbles]

Ticci Toby x Afab reader NSFW alphabet

(hello! i may do an AMAB version of these if someone requests it :) in any case, enjoy!!)

A = Aftercare Toby isn't an expert on aftercare. He's mostly inexperienced with sex generally, and even then because he can't feel pain, temperature etc. he's not quite sure what exactly you need. But he'll get you a towel, and awkwardly offer you some water or a snack, hold you as close as possible and conk out on your tits cuddle you to sleep. Or he'll shower with you, but that ends up in another round usually. If you tell him anything specific, though? He'll make sure to do it every time, albiet a little nervously the first few. If he's bruised you by accident he'll kiss where he bruised and apologise, maybe get you an icepack if it really aches. And if you can't walk well? He'll carry you round 'till your legs work again.

B = Body part (his favourite body part) For an AFAB partner Toby is a tits man no question in my head. He's just.. A tits guy, what can I say? Flat chests, large chests, any. He'll smother his face in them and bite them and kiss them- also cuddle actually. Just use them as a pillow. Depending on how sensitive you are he'll incorporate this more or less into sex.

C = Cum Toby loves seeing his cum on you. That's it. He's messy too. He'll give backshots, face shots, tummy shots, anything and everything. This man is a menace.

D = Dirty secret Probably the fact that he's masturbated to you like.. A lot. And he has a ton of pictures he does it to. He isn't ashamed of it per se, he knows you know he finds you incredibly attractive, he just thinks you'll be creeped out by it.

E = Experience I headcanon Toby as a virgin, so you'd be his first.. Everything. Kiss, handjob, head, etc. So he's inexperienced - but he makes up for it with passion! Think about it, when would he have done all this? He was homeschooled for the majority of his life, and even then when he was at school he got bullied like hell for his tourettes. After he became a proxy he probably wouldn't have gotten the chance either. I guess he could have like.. Done some non-con stuff with a victim, but I really can't see him doing that idk.

F = favourite position He'll fuck in any position, but his favourite? If he's topping, this man will use his operator strength. He'll literally pick you up and fuck you. On the table, against the wall, he'd fuck you against a tree if you let him. He likes the power, and the view. Plus if you're held against him he can easily pop a titty in his mouth. If he's bottoming/taking it, mating press with him underneath. He likes the way you have a good view of his face, and can watch him moan and squirm. Plus he just likes the sensations.

G = Goofy (whether or not they're serious during sex) It depends, for Toby. Some days he's up for rough animalistic sex when he's feeling really pent up or stressed, During this he won't be exactly.. Serious, but he'll be too focused on everything else to mess around or make jokes with you. Otherwise? He can goof around a little. Play with you by picking you up and throwing you onto the bed, or biting places he knows you're ticklish.

H = Hair I think he'd be decently well trimmed down there. He wouldn't let it grow out into a bush, but he wouldn't be clean shaven unless his partner wanted it specifically. He also usually has a happy trail fuck you. Body hair? I feel like he doesn't bother to shave it (again, unless his partner prefers it). So he'll have hairy limbs and armpits. He also has some light stubble, which he shaves whenever he remembers, so it varies from clean shaven to the begginings of a beard.

I = Intimacy This man is NOT used to intimacy of any kind. Considering he only every got love from his dead sister? This fucker is probably so easily flustered, sexual or not. Anything non-explicitly sexual but still loving probably turns him into even more of a stuttering mess than he already is. Please kiss his scars and call him handsome and pretty and tell him he's deserving of love despite his disorders I'm BEGGING. Sex wise, again, it depends. Some days he'll just go wild during sex, if he's pent up stressed or just feels like it, other days he'll kiss you romantically and compliment you in between thrusts. He'll also adjust based on your preference.

J = Jerking off He jerks off once or twice a day, usually before missions and bed. He can't get a boner during missions (that would be awkward if nothing else) and doing it before bed is convenient. He isn't addicted to it or anything, and has gone a week or two without doing it on long missions, he just prefers to do so. Especially to a picture of his beloved.

K = Kink(s) Toby is a total freak in the bedroom. I'm talking period sex level freak. It would probably be easier to list what kinks he didn't have. But a few specific ones spring to mind. • Praise kink. Toby is happy to give compliments during sex, but receiving them? Oh lord. He's spent most of his life without compliments or praise, so having you do it to him during something so intimate? He'll turn into a blushing moaning mess. This one is more for when he's bottoming. • Primal play. Like I said before, he's a pretty animalistic guy. He'd love to (with consent ofc) chase you and tackle you down, or play hide-and seek and fuck your brains out when he finds you. Or just hold you down and breed you like an animal. • Cumshots. I mentioned it earlier but this man loves seeing you covered in it. Not only is it straight up hot as hell, he also thinks It marks you as his in a way. Possessive lil shit. • Begging. He also loves it when you beg for him, or he begs for you. He's into it both ways. When you beg for him it's hot because it's reassurance that you want him and find him attractive. Him and no one else. When he begs for you it's hot because he's being vulnerable, and theres something about being that desperate. • Marking. I'm talking biting you, scratching you, hickies and fingerprint bruises on your thighs. He'll kiss them better after the act of course, but in the moment anything that he gives to you makes him go haywire.

L = Location This man will do it anytime, anywhere if you're both feeling it. Bedroom, couch (if the other pastas aren't home), forest, you probably have to persuade him not to do it in alleways sometimes. Or just do it, if that's your thing all power to ya. He does slightly prefer private places though, as that way you can go for longer.

M = Motivation (what turns him on) What doesn't? One particular thing that comes to mind is seeing the marks of what he did the next day, especially if you don’t hide the hickeys with a scarf when out in public. It's embarrassing (and sometimes he feels guilty even when you assure him it's fine) but it also sends something in him crazy knowing you're displaying that you're his in public. The smallest things can get him in the mood, though. You stretching, wearing his clothes, complimenting him, sweating, anything and everything. Sometimes nothing, sometimes just seeing you.

N = No (boundaries) Shit and vomit are.. No go's for him. (He'll try piss if you're really eager). DDLG and Daddy in general make him feel predatory and gross, and also anything father related remind him of his dad which is.. Yea, not sex thoughts. And also voyeurism. Remember I said he was a possesive lil shit? Yeah. He ain't sharing you with no one.

O = Oral He loves oral, both giving and receiving. If he had to choose, though? He'd prefer receiving. He loves seeing you gag on his cock, and of course, cumming all over your face. (he'll clean you up after ofc). Not to say he doesn't love giving it either. This man loves eating. He thinks the noises you make are cute - and he also would not mind you sitting on his face.

P = Pace He's usually fast paced. He loves fast rough sex, both of you moaning and yelling and grabbing each other. Sometimes he'll force himself to slow down though, either to tease you or to make the most of it and enjoy every second, especially if he has a long mission coming up and won't see you for a while.

Q = Quickies He prefers longer sessions with multiple rounds, but he's fine with quickies. Sometimes he just needs to bang your brains out before a mission.

R = Risk You're in the slendermansion, everything is a risk. The walls are thin as fuck - at least you think they are? You've never heard anyone complain about you and Toby, but you've never heard anyone complain about the screams of whichever victim Jeff has brought home for some reason. Toby finds it hotter when theres a risk of getting caught. After all, worst case someone else gets shown point blank you're his, and it's cute seeing you try stifle moans.

S = Stamina This man. Can go. For hours. If you let him. The operator strength affects more than just his strength if you know what I mean. By the time he's done you're usually all fucked out. I'm talking multiple rounds, maybe a minute break between them? If you date Toby get ready to be able to hardly walk for a lot of the time. And you best believe he's a smug shit when he carries you around after. "O-oh babe, sorry, did I fuck your brains out t-too hard?" and he will make you say he did.

T = Toys He doesn't usually use toys, except maybe ropes or vibrators if you're into that stuff. Except. Srap-ons. Peg this man. He won't tell you, but this man is PEGGABLE. And he WILL enjoy it and start moaning your name. Trust guys. He's also pretty skinny (lean, but skinny) so if you use a big enough strapon he'll get a stomach bulge.

U = Unfair (teasing) Usually he can't really tease you during sex as he's too busy fucking your brains out (or getting his brains fucked out) but as with pace, he can slow it down a little sometimes. And when he does you best believe he'll tease the shit out of you. He'll make you beg for it, and he WILL drag it out as long as possible. Probably try his hand at edging you. (but it's fine if you edge him back he'll become a stuttering fucking begging MESS)

V = Volume/Vocal I imagine Toby isn't the most vocal of men, but you will know when he's enjoying it. Moaning, grunting, even growling. Sometimes he'll stutter out short sentances too. "F-fuck, tight-" "gonna split you in half baby-" "Mach w-weiter" (keep going) "Please, p-please please-" shit like that.

W = Wild Card (misc) Toby speaks fluent German, as his parents were 1'st gen immigrants from Germany. (it's canon confirmed he has German ancestry but not more specific than that, so that's more of a headcanon.) He does some sex talk in german, especially when he gets In the heat of it. "Oh mein Gott" ( oh my god) "V-Verdammt, das fühlt sich so gu-gut an" (Fuck, that feels so good) "Ich l-liebe dich, härter bitte" (I love you, harder please)

X = X-Ray Toby is skinny, but lean. And deceptively strong. His whole body is covered head to toe in scars - stomach, chest, arms shoulders legs. Everywhere. He has no tattoos save for the operator symbol on his wrist. He's 5"10 in hight. In terms of his member, he's pretty big, a little larger than average at about 7.5 inches, give or take a few depending on just how hard he is too. He's pretty girthy as well, so get ready for the ride of your life.

Y = Yearning (libido) High libido. Horny fucker. Literally so horny, he's pretty much ready for it any time anywhere. Especially when it's related to you. You could probably look at him funny and he'd wanna fuck.

Z = Zzz It's 50/50 whether he'll pass out after sex or not. If he does he cuddles you close though, probably whispering nice things and calling you pretty. Just resting on you, playing with your hair or letting you play with his.

#ticci toby x reader #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby #send requests #headcanons #smut

[wannabeanotter]

Hey bro, I'm still kind of a nerdy twink and I'm trying to jock out and become buff, dumb, and insanely hairy. Would joining a sports team with other jocks help me out?

Of course bro!! These things are all about the community

Here, let me get you started. I've just signed you up for varsity. Now now, I know what you're thinking, but the coach owes me a BIG favor. He's gonna train you up, and you'll be out on the pitches in no time

In the locker rooms, you barely even notice it at first. Your teammates start off skeptical, but soon they're complimenting your gains. All the parties loosen up your antisocial attitude, and soon you feel pretty comfortable. Like, sure, they slap your ass after practice, stuff their cocks in your face, but they're ur bros, bro. It's all part of the fun.

And your gains are great. Every time a dude gives your ass a slap you feel how firm it's getting.

Like, look at you now

That's more like it, right? It also seems like the forest of hair has made it up past your calves and now up over your ass. I'm sure it'll reach your stomach soon, then your chest, then your face.

All that thick hair is gonna look fucking incredible when you show off your legs on the field. Imagine those thighs, glistening with sweat in the light.

Fuck, bro. I think I gotta join you too

[ceilidho]

https://www.tumblr.com/ceilidho/726034614690463744/i-need-a-cold-shower-after-that-price-askthe

Just imagine that man, his attentions fixated entirely on you, determined to make you his wife, cornering you and looming over you like that 😵‍💫

It's hard to recognize it next the unit that Ghost is, but Price is actually like. A very large man. He's built from years of service and hard work and tall and broad across the shoulders and he's incredibly masculine (headcanon that he's definitely the least groomed of all the guys in the 141, like super hairy chest, legs, and groin).

I feel like he'd also be the most sure in himself and in his decisions. It doesn't take him long to decide you're his and then decide that he wants to keep you. With the other guys, it might take them a bit longer to come around to the idea, but Price has the advantage of years on them and experience. He knows exactly what he wants and he's at a point in his life where he'll just take it once it's in front of him.

Price doesn't do situationships, he doesn't hook up, he doesn't date - he's a grown ass man and he wants a wife and kid(s). So yeah, he'll get up in your space and speak real slow and gentle to you until he notices the faint tremor in your hand and smiles just a little bit at the corner of his mouth.

#cod mw2 #ceil writing #cod x reader #john price #captain price #captain john price #price x reader

[misctf]

Spring Break Mishap

“Yo bro, I think that old dude is checking you out.”

Tyler turned and made eye contact with a rather large and older man, sitting on a beach chair. He looked like a hairy beached whale, obviously eying the young jock. Tyler smirked and turned back to his bros.

“Whatever man, let ‘em look.” The brunette tossed the football back to his bro, “I’d be staring too.” He chuckled and flexed one of his arms, showing off one of his muscular biceps.

His bros chuckled and continued their game, enjoying their time off on spring break. And after a few hours of spending time on the beach, Tyler was in need of some AC. He said bye to his bros and made his way back to his hotel room, making sure to give his signature smirk to a few of the girls he saw along the way. The young jock was planning for a night out and he made sure to get his own room for the trip. He was in some serious need for some action, which he was pretty confident he’d get.

“Not like many people can resist this.” He thought with a grin, “Fuck, her tits are big.” He thought as he passed by another blond, “I hope I see her tonight.”

He felt himself chub up a bit and quickly made his way back to his room. But when he got there, he was surprised to find his door slightly unlocked and ajar. He could’ve sworn he shut and locked it beforehand. And that’s when he heard it. There was someone in his room, rummaging around.

“A thief?” Tyler thought, “This asshole has another thing coming.”

“Hey dude what do you think you’re doing?” Tyler shouted as he entered his hotel room, immediately coming face to face with the intruder, “Wait you? Get the fuck out!” It was the older man- the man who Tyler remembered was checking him out earlier, “You fucking creep.”

“Wait, please I can explain!” The older man said in a gruff voice, holding what looked to be a gray body suit, “I-I...” Tyler shoved the man into the wall, inadvertently touching the gray body suit.

“I don’t give a shit. I’m gonna call...” Tyler heard a strange hissing sound and looked down at the gray suit on the ground.

It was quickly changing, taking on a human skin tone. A tan color that Tyler recognized as his own. But that wasn’t all. Key details started to appear on its initially formless shape, until Tyler realized he was basically looking at an incredibly detailed costume of himself.

“What the hell?” Tyler whispered, stepping away from the older man.

And Tyler watched closely as the suit seemed to move on its own and reached towards the older man like a zombie.

“Need... body...” It hissed.

Tyler felt frozen to the spot. This was unreal. There was no way this was happening. The older man smirked and let his arm enter the suit.

“I didn’t want to cause any trouble.” The older man said as the suit continued to wrap around his body, “But you’ve seen too much.”

Before Tyler could even register, the older man flexed his new, muscular arm, and punched the younger man with his new found strength. Tyler’s world spun before he passed out.

....

Tyler’s eyes flickered open and he winced at the mild pain in his head. He went to grab his head, but found that his arms were held above his head and restrained on a hotel bed frame. And it wasn’t just his arms, his legs were also bound. Dread settled in and he quickly tried to free himself to no avail.

“Oh shit you’re awake.” Tyler’s eyes widened and he looked around in terror. That voice... It sounded exactly like his, “I was hoping for just a little more time.” And then a man walked out from the bathroom.

And to Tyler’s terror, it was like looking in a mirror. The man who stood at the end of the bed was Tyler... Or at least an exact physical copy of him.

“You’re...?”

“You? Yeah you catch on fast.” The doppelganger chuckled, flexing an arm, “Well, I’m not ‘you’ per se, I’m ‘me’ now.” The new Tyler said, “I saw you on the beach and knew I needed to be you. So fucking sexy.” He kissed his bicep.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

The New Tyler smirked, “I’m Tyler from now on. Doesn’t seem too hard to understand. Right?”

“Let me go!” Tyler shouted, “How the fuck are you going to explain...?”

And that’s when Tyler heard it. Another hissing sound and a whispered voice, “Need... body...” Tyler’s heart sank as he heard something shambling through the hotel room. And that’s when he saw it. Crawling up the side of the bed was another one of those things. But this one... this one had the same appearance of the older man.

“No no no no!” Tyler begged as the suit got closer to him, “No please! Fuck let me go!” He was trying his bed to free himself from his restraints. A smile formed on the mask as it’s empty eye sockets cast their gaze on the restrained man. 

It crawled inhumanely and began positioning itself over the restrained young man. Tyler watched in terror as the suit began to lower itself on Tyler’s helpless form.

“Please! Stop this!” Tyler shouted as he felt the skin of the suit on his legs.

He let out a cry as the suit aggressively wrapped around his lower legs, breaking the restraints nearly instantly. And as the suit settled over Tyler’s legs and feet, he could feel them begin to shift and crack. And to his horror, he realized he could no longer feel the difference between the suit and his own body. There was no suit, he realized as he wiggled his new toes, this was his body.

“Please, you can stop this? Right?” Tyler begged as the suits torso began to approach his toned abdominal muscles, “I... please stop!”

New Tyler shook his head, “I can’t stop this.” He said as he watched the suit’s dick encase Tyler’s, “And unfortunately once you’re bonded with this suit, it isn’t easy to undo.”

Tyler’s eyes widened before they closed in pain as the suit bonded to his torso. He felt his toned abdomen become seared to the suit and push out until he again couldn’t tell the difference between his body and the suit. His pecs followed- the muscle behind them vanishing as the suit fully connected and forced them to remodel to match the suit’s sagging chest. Tyler let out a frustrated grunt as he realized he could no longer feel his muscular chest. It felt old... somewhat jiggly and he winced as the New Tyler plucked one of his new chest hairs.

“And unfortunately, this little guy doesn’t work the way it used to.” Tyler could feel tears in his eyes as the New Tyler tugged on his dick, which didn’t show any signs of getting hard, “Don’t worry, I have stuff that might help you.” New Tyler reassured mockingly.

“You need to stop this.” Tyler huffed, “Please... I can’t...”

“It’s okay. I’ve made a few modifications to this suit.” New Tyler said calmly, “You won’t even miss your old body.”

Tyler groaned as his arms were encased and quickly bonded to the suit. His restraints came undone, and the larger man rolled off the bed with a thud. He sat up his knees and looked down at his hairy abdomen that now sat between his legs. He frowned and grabbed a fistful of his new fat.

“You need to reverse this... please... I want my body back.” Tyler begged as he felt the back of his head become wrapped by the suit’s. There was something odd though... Tyler could feel something else... not just the usual feeling of the physical changes, but new thoughts that also seemed to permeate his mind as the suit’s head touched his.

“I can’t do that.” New Tyler smirked, pulling down his pants, “But I’ll give you one last chance to enjoy your body.”

Tyler’s eyes widened as he came face to face with his own dick. He could barely process what was happening, as New Tyler slapped his face with it. Tyler wanted to resist, to turn away, but he felt another pulse from the back of his head and suddenly, he was slowly opening his mouth, inviting his own cock into his mouth.

“There you go.” New Tyler said as Tyler started sucking his cock, “Enjoy it while you can.”

Tyler felt tears in his eyes as he swallowed more and more of his large cock. At the same time, the suit was finishing its process. Tyler’s face was slowly covered by the suit’s, which quickly bonded to him and started cementing the changes. His once clean shaven face now sported an unkempt beard, which covered his double chin. His hairline now receded, while his once youthful features were now older. And with this final physical change, Tyler was bombarded with mental alterations.

‘Fuck.’ He thought as a cloud settled over his brain and he gained new appreciate for sucking cock, ‘This guy is so fucking hot.’

New Tyler moaned as the Old Tyler continued to vigorously suck his cock, now with the skill of an expert. And after a few more moments of intense pleasure, New Tyler let out a moan and came- coating the back of the old man’s throat. The young jock breathed heavily and smirked as he watched the older man wipe the sides of his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re good old man.” New Tyler smirked, “But that was a one-time thing for us, got it?”

Old Tyler nodded, “Thank you.” He whispered in a far gruffer voice, gazing at awe at the hunk of a man standing in front of him, “If you change your mind though...” But New Tyler was already gone, leaving the old man sitting on the floor. He eventually picked himself up and walked over to the mirror, looking at himself carefully. Sure he was out of shape and not much to look at, but if he was able to get someone like that young man to come by, he felt like he might have some better luck that night. He quickly snapped a photo of himself for Grindr, waiting eagerly for another chance to have some fun.

#male tf #male transformation #straight to gay #mental change #personality tf #age progression

[baron-bear]

More food truck stuff. As usual expect completely normal and realistic proportions (3/3):

A hunk and a couple smaller dudes that snuck through:

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There were also some funny errors.

It was probably reading the bear from 'jersey that says "BEAR MODE"' and making some sasquatches:

A couple amoeba bellies (amoebellies?):

Interesting perspective:

Bagel arms and BIG BURGER:

Lasty, the junk food homunculi boyfriend:

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Finally, the prompt verbatim that works still as of 12/28/23:

man (Latino, massive, strong legs and arms, hairy, very long very dense very large brushed beard, short buzzed hair, incredibly pregnant looking, swimming attire, flip flops) grabbing food from big food truck on empty beachfront. man (massive, bulky, wide, broad shoulders, tan, bushy beard, sleeveless jersey) embracing, belly on back.

(I've changed some things about the way I prompt since this one, but that's for a later post :^) )

Here's some generations made just minutes ago, whereas everything else in this post and the other two parts were from weeks ago:

-'Latino' easily changeable to your preference (or remove to randomize). -'massive' is a double edged modifier, can make some bulky dudes but can also make giants (as seen above). Same for 'strong legs...' section, alter to tastes or remove for doughy. -'[incredibly] pregnant looking' helps keep the belly smooth more often than not, can remove to get saggier results but expect a lot of cascading folds (also, nice side effect of 'pregnant looking' is more intimate belly grabs since it's pulling from the pool of hetero maternity pictures, but you might get a bra here and there). - 'swimming attire' has worked best for me to get, well, swimming attire ('swim trucks', 'swim shorts', etc get dogged a lot for me). -description of second man can be altered just as easily as first, but it seems to "inherit" some details from the first man, so keep that in mind.

Expect about 2.5 pictures per generation with a couple full dogblocks.

#fat ai men

[mintcirrus]

Calling women who don't wear makeup "pick-mes" doesn't make sense until you realize:

1. The makeup industry worldwide makes 571 BILLION dollars selling shit to women and will absolutely lie to and belittle women to keep those numbers up

2. Men have been proven time and time again to prefer women in makeup, not without it

It's incredibly hard for libfems to accept point one because that means they took the bait hook line and sinker. they've been sold a bill of goods that makeup is super "confidence-boosting" when in reality it gives them dysmorphia about their natural face, compelling women to keep putting it on day after day, even when they are unseen

So instead, they attack point 2, presenting an argument that secretly, deep down, men actually love bareface women, and that these women also know it too!! and so they commit the antifeminist sin of not buying and using makeup just to appeal to men!!! In all reality, they have been socialized to think that makeup is necessary for women -- so necessary, in fact, that women who don't wear makeup come across as purposely trying to show-off and peacock, unbound by the guilt and shame they feel about their natural appearance from years of purposely changing their face before they leave the house

Somehow, this logic of "men secretly like!" doesn't extend to hairy legs or arms or anything else. But why would it? Makeup companies can't bleed women of an average of $313 a month if they feel comfortable in their body

#anti makeup #radfem #radfems do touch

[kairiscorner]

Miguel x Spiderwoman reader where the reader is his wife and he finds it so funny that despite being spiderwoman, she still has a crippling amount of arachnophobia 😭💀🤣

KDKDBFODKDKDKFKFO THAT'S SO CUTE WHATTTT he'd tease the shit out of her omgggg

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miguel o'hara x arachnophobic!spider woman!reader

content warnings! mentions of blood and bleeding. please do not read any further if you are uncomfortable with these themes ^^

despite being bitten by a radioactive spider and adopting the moniker 'spider woman', you were deathly afraid of these eight-legged critters–it was like being scared of your own kin, in a way. you couldn't stand being around spiders themselves for too long, nor could you look nor touch them or their fat, hairy bodies; they disgusted and scared you sometimes, with those beady little eyes and those sharp fangs of theirs... kind of like your husband's.

he was an intimidating, scary man at times, though you loved him dearly and knew he was incredibly soft and mushy underneath; he also had an unprecedented sense of humor, which was tapped into when he discovered that–"you're afraid of spiders?" he asked you as you looked at him with embarrassment in your eyes, an evident fluster in your face as you nodded and muttered a 'yes'. miguel raised an eyebrow at you and gave a small hum. "what about it?" you asked him as miguel shrugged, going back to work and turning his back to you. "nothing." he murmured softly.

you sighed as you thought of what he could've been thinking about at the moment right now after finding out about your fear of spiders, the very thing that you share your DNA with. you heard miguel's footsteps behind you drawing nearer and even louder as he spoke. "why're you afraid of those little arachnids, though, they can't hurt you. one's tried, but it couldn't kill you..." he murmured as he ran his hands up and down the back of your arms, causing you to shudder and feel a heat all over your face, especially throughout your cheeks. "...so why're you so afraid of them, corazon? do they really... disturb you that much?" he asked you in a sultry voice as you gasped at his hands palming their way down to your waist, running his hands up and down at your curves with a low groan and slightly ragged breathing as he touched you.

he nuzzled his face at the crook of your neck, with you trying to find the words to answer his question, but even finding the voice to speak out those answers was difficult to do, what with him being so close to you. you had been married a little while ago, and though intimacy isn't a completely foreign topic to either of you, you could never get over how good his hands felt when roaming over every curve of your body, how warm you felt when he'd press himself against you. "mi cielo, what's wrong? why can't you answer, hmm? do you... find me disturbing as well? do you find me... scary?" he asked you in a low mutter as he gently pressed his lips against the length of your neck.

you gasped at the sudden contact, and he chuckled at your little reaction. "do you, mi esposa? do you get frightened when your big, scary husband gets all close to you? i'm half spider, mi esposa... aren't you scared of me, querida?" he asked you as you frantically shook your head at his question, with him giving you a low chuckle as he pulled you even closer and unsheathed his claws, gently running the sharp talons over the flesh of your arms and abdomen.

"spiders are scary... but you're just..." "just what, querida?" he asked you as your eyes darted to your side where miguel was creeping up and down your neck, and in the dimness of his office, something stood out as it gleamed in the dark–his fangs had been drawn out and were nearing your neck as the seconds passed. you felt the blood drain from your face as miguel neared you, his fangs threatening to sink into the flesh of your skin and... draw blood from you.

you squirmed under his touch as you tried to continue your answer, when all of a sudden, you felt something creep up your leg. you immediately casted your gaze downwards and caught a big, hairy spider crawling up your leg. that was far enough, you had to release it–and out came a loud scream from the depths of your lungs as you frantically shook the hairy beast off your lower leg. "getitoffgetitoffgetitoff!" you exclaimed as migurl burst out cackling.

he told lyla to terminate the simulation, and thus, the spider disappeared. you panted as miguel gave a small chuckle as he turned to you with a smile. "lo siento, mi amor, i just had to see your face after trying that simulation out. it seems it worked a little too well." he said as he looked at your confused and agitated face when you realized that it was all just a ruse.

you hit miguel's chest repeatedly, scolding and screaming at him that his joke was far from funny. he sighed with a big smile as he cupped your face with only two fingers and gazed at you with his irises reddening as his fangs bared when he grinned. "oh, mi vida... you're so beautiful when you're angry. a feisty little gremlin you are." he cooed to you as he crouched down to your level and brought his face even closer to yours. "maybe i should show you how scary spiders can really be, how scary this big spider you married can really be." he said in a sultry, low voice as he pulled you in for a kiss, and lightly bit your lower lip with his fangs.

as he drew a bit of blood from your lips, he cleaned up the blood that was spilling with his tongue lapping over your lower lip repeatedly. your little mewls and whimpers just motivated miguel to keep teasing and tormenting your poor lower lip... and keeping you to himself all night long, showing you just how scary a big spider like him can really be.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @meeom @hisachuu @arachnoia @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @melovetitties @ophanimgold

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