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most to least likely: to use a golf club as a stripper pole/sex toy to put on a show for someone(s)
meme found here.
s rank - from the grip, down the shaft, there's a golf club sticking out his ass.
chet. beaumont. not pictured (emmett)
otherwise known as the ‘man suspiciously shaped like a golf club’ tier.
a rank ‣ ‣ just the head, to see if he can (wedging in the wedge).
scott h. jacob c. not pictured (conner)
type of man to be entranced by the bulbous head of a driver and wonder how deep he can drive it home. special mention to scott howl who can make it wag like a tail.
b rank ‣ ‣ just the tip (a bet's a bet).
ethan. scott m. not pictured (brick / diego)
seems an easy enough task to take and who wouldn't be a little curious of burying that thick metal pole up in their puckered hole. we say just the tip, but when they stop is anyone's guess.
c rank ‣ ‣ yeah, it'll fit… in you!
aiden. ian. not pictured (jake / kingston / matthias)
omae wa mou shindeiru.
seems like a fun little bet among buds until said buds are the ones bent over a golf cart with the shaft of a golf club stirring up their guts as they're taking pole up their hole with little more lube that golf-pants induced sweat and whatever saliva their bro can be bothered to spare.
d rank ‣ ‣ look! it's my dick!
garfield. hendrik. not pictured (moose)
look! it's their dicks! you know the gag. golf club wedged between their thighs - maybe with that golf club poking up against their taint a little harder than necessary - as they're waving the pole around like some oversized pseudo-phallus.
e rank ‣ ‣ penetrations of perverse proportions. . . in privacy.
hank (beast). winston. not pictured (derek)
they would never debase themselves by doing something so perverse and demeaning in the middle of a golf course. but now the idea is floating around in the back of their mind refusing to be ignored and all it takes is the privacy of a equipment shed, bathroom stall or particularly thick shrubbery for them to be landing themselves from any tier from s to b.
f rank ‣ ‣ golf clubs are for golf!
piotr. henry. not pictured (ishmael / hank (jock) jacob b. tyson)
what could possibly be getting you this aroused at golf? now focus grip your shaft, stare at your balls, focus on your stroke game and try and shoot it right into that tight hole.
Wet Dream: Winston dressed in sexy lingerie with enhanced muscles, brings Manny, his Husband, coffee and sits on Manny's lap before squirting milk into the cup. Then Manny sips on his coffee with one hand and the other hand is fingering Winston. Winston tries to keep his moans in while he holds the paper for Manny to read.
meme found here.
🏆 ⸻ winston had not known embarrassment such as this existed on an unconscious level beyond the stereotypical slumberous episodes of stepping into the surreal semblance of a classroom from decades past wearing nothing more than the smile on his face. body bared to a bevy of half-remembered faces bubbling with laughter at his expense. and these were dreams that only ever seemed to advance with his age - trading out classrooms for football fields and barely recalled classmates for bleachers filled with voyeuristic vagrants. but never with a lick of clothing.
now winston would almost prefer the lack of clothing. few items would prove as demeaning and degrading as the tight-fitting lacework binding and baring his beef-laden build; the softest silken spider-webbing of the subtlest shade of pink paling in comparison to the reddening across his cheeks. dressed and never feeling more naked as he parades through the kitchen with every uncertain step circling around his beloved husband watching with a piercing gaze.
insult turns to injury once his sleep-addled come to the eventual realisation that the man seated in front of him is not his husband - not the husband he knows from the waking world - but rather instead he finds himself devoted to the young friend of his youngest son.
but his husband's change of identity and undeniable youth does little to stop the moans from rippling through winston. fingers crinkling into the edges of a paper he can barely hold straight, his husband's hands otherwise occupied as thick fingers dig their way beneath the thinnest layer of lewd linens possible to pry and prod at his wet, throbbing pucker. panting in both levels of his own personal reality as his mind forces him to endure fabricated sensations of his hole being stretched around intrusive fingers - already welcoming more than one to begin with due to an undeniable arousal flowing through him the deeper he delves into this embarrassing fantasy.
far from the model of masculinity he presents himself to be amongst others. far more feminine now that he has his cunt quivering as it is being pried apart; body hair covering his ample bosom slick with sweat as heavy droplets of thick creamy liquid are milked into his husband's morning coffee. a little pick-him-up before winston gets knock-him-upped.
2 / 5 confused and/or uncomfortably aroused.
"Jesus, dude, how many holes have you fucking wrecked with this thing?" Teddy stared up at his brother in wide-eyed astonishment. "And how can I be the next one?" Sure, he'd heard the rumors that circulated like wildfire. But, rumors were so often inflammatory, fun gossip that shifted with each telling. Teddy lifted Brick's solid cock in his hand. Heavy. So, the rumors were true. The throngs of people around them practically disappeared from his mind as Teddy brought his lips around the head of his bro's cock.
Teddy nodding enthusiastically, humming around the beginning inches on Brick, the distinct taste of man musk and salt on his tongue.
⚾ ⸻ Brick did not believe he was as impressively endowed as some of the frat brothers who were walking around with weapons of ass destruction in their pants. Still the heft and thickness of his member was considerable enough to weight heavy in Teddy's open palm, surrendering his meat for his frat brother's overdue enjoyment.
“I'm too much of a gentleman to keep track,” he joked, fingers gripping the bench top when he felt his cockhead slip past soft lips. Never fails to get a rise out of him, easily provoking a thick dollop of pre-cum oozing out onto Teddy's tongue.
DANIEL DIEMER as TYSON PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS (2023-)
ship dynamic
Ethan would've never guessed that this was how today would end up going. He never could've anticipated that Aiden would somehow be worshipping him instead of the other way around. He happily melted back into the bed and allowed his hips to gently thrust up into his brother's wet mouth. He could feel himself practically gushing at this point as Aiden worked him over. His hands were glued to the back of Aiden's head as he gently clutched onto him. He knew better than to try and take control, but he needed something to keep him grounded and Aiden's short hair was doing the job for right now. "Fuck, I love you, Aiden. Oh holy shit, that tongue. It's so fucking thick. Shit, feels amazing inside of me. Never fucking stop, man. God, you're so good at that." He was panting now, his body practically heaving for every breath as he felt his brother devouring him.
He felt Aiden's arms wrap around his legs and then suddenly his face was smashed all the way in his cunt and he let out a squealing moan. "Oh fuck! Aiden!" He could feel his nose nuzzling at his clit every once in a while as he kept slurping away at him, unable to resist the fresh gush of slick coating his brother's face. His hands were scrabbling at Aiden's broad shoulders, small little moans falling past his lips at a constant pace now as he felt that tongue working him over. "Shit, you're too good at that. Don't know if I can last much longer. Fuck, how do you always play me like a fiddle? You know exactly how to make me....fuck...FUCK!" He forced his eyes open to stare down at Aiden as his hips kept writhing. "Please never stop, big bro. Oh fuck...I'm so close. Please...please make me cum...Want to see your face dripping in my juices. Oh shit...Please, Aiden..."
💢 ⸻ Aiden does not need much encouragement to continue eating out his brother's sloppy cunt, but every pathetic pleasure-chasing word does earn Ethan a more vigorous flexing of the lithe muscle delving deep within him. The longer Aiden tongue that cunt the more he is met with thick and rich slick pouring into his open mouth, forcing him to drink down the salacious liquid in an effort to keep himself from drowning. Whatever he is unable to swallow down ends up dripping down his chin and spilling onto his bedding below, a once small puddle of arousal growing with every other moment as his brother leaks like a bitch in heat on the full moon. He cannot prevent himself from withdrawing his tongue completely, only to smack it down across his brother's drenched cunt to feel the perverse splattering of his juices across his face and chest. But he can never keep himself from diving back into that cunt for more than a few moments.
The few times he can manage to pull himself away he instead busies himself with sucking and tonguing his brother's over-sensitive clit. While he does favour focusing on the hole itself for a tongue-heavy assault and a slow and torturous burn, there is something to be enjoyed about the way attacking that clit has his brother come apart against his mouth. He returns to drilling his tongue into his brother's folds, body rocking forward against the bed to make his face grind down against the cunt and clit both, rutting against his brother and pushing the bed up against the wall as he fucked his tongue the deepest he could manage into his brother's gushing wet pussy.
"It can be whatever you want it to be, man. You and I know both you aren't exactly riding in style." He tried to get the man to rethink his purchase of that piece of junk on wheels, but Gallagher was insistent, so he let him do what it was he wanted. Anyone could be able to tell the vehicle was on its last legs. How it managed to even last this long was a miracle in and of itself. The whole reason he even brought him into the fold was to get him some extra scratch on hand but......
At the other's declaration, he couldn't help but get a good chuckle out of it. Ian was always so distrusting of him for no good solid reason. No matter what he might think of the man, he'd never lied to him or backstabbed him. He was just a little unsavory from time to time. He never claimed to be everyone's cup of tea, after all. "I can't make you do anything you don't want to. If my best bro wants to break my heart into a million tiny pieces, I can't stop you." He even pouted and wiped some fake tears.
🚑 ⸻ Ian turned once more with the most beleaguered groan he could muster. He maintained the impression that between the view of his latest financial loss being carted out of the ring and the irritating expressions of Harry fucking Benton, Ian preferred the former. Sometimes he did wonder what about his hostile and demeaning behaviour towards the other man was misconstrued as endearing enough to invite his attentions and affections. Not that Ian was doing much to dissuade the unwanted company when he continued to drag himself around to whatever little event Harry invited him too.
“What happens when I start throwing your money around and lose it all on the next piece of shit fighter,” Ian questioned, eyebrow raised to an unaware audience. It had already taken considerable convincing for him to hedge his bets on the fellow red head in the ring - much to his growing annoyance. “I don't like the idea of being in debt to the First National Bank of whatever.”
Frank was about to clarify when Jacob suddenly groped a tit from him and Daniel before running away like he did something naughty. It made them both chuckle as they looked each other and smiled. "Really must be going soft if we let him get away," he joked.
"Guess we have to right that," he replied with a smirk as they finished up. Wiping the bench and putting the weights back, they wanted to let Jacob recover a little before making their way to the locker rooms. No one else was there, but that wouldn't matter as the two began stripping. "Oh good. Private showers," he commented, tone dripping with sarcasm. "When did men get so prissy about seeing each other naked?" he asked, not expecting much of an answer or realizing his and Frank's hung cocks might be a reason.
🧢 ⸻ Locker room and shower area both seemed to have emptied out at the time Jacob dragged himself inside. Not that he had any issue with undressing in front of other men given his time on the football team and the dubious bathroom situation at Hackett's Quarry.
The only thing to slow him was the exhaustion weighing down his limbs as he peeled off sweat-drenched layers before confining himself into the tight confines of the furthest shower cubicle - one he figured would be cleaner from a lack of use. Jacob could almost feel himself melt beneath the heat of the water.
Ethan knew what Aiden was about, naturally, but it didn't mean their needs didn't intersect. He needed emotional engagement from his brother, at least minimally. Fortunately Aiden was willing to compromise at least a little bit and give it to him occasionally. He knew Aiden was straight, mostly, but it'd never gotten in the way of them. He knew because he'd asked at least a hundred times if Aiden was sure about their prolonged relationship. And yeah, maybe Ethan could've used a little more romance to feel secure, but being with Aiden was more than enough to make up for it. They needed each other in every possible way and if sometimes they had to sacrifice a little of their own desires or preferences, then they'd both be willing to do so. So Aiden's short, clipped responses that didn't really give him much in the way of comfort weren't ideal, but he was willing to accept them because he loved his brother. He was frankly in love with him, but that was a thought he avoided to the extreme so Aiden wouldn't catch wind of it.
"Sorry, guess I'm just stupid all around lately, huh?" he said with another rush of sorrow. He knew Aiden didn't mean it that way, but it was still a stark reminder that he'd put them in this position with his lack of thoughtfulness. Still, he didn't linger long in the feeling because Aiden wanted to make him feel better and that was so far beyond what he'd expected from Aiden that he felt a rush of euphoria. This was the warm and fuzzy he craved and he was getting it even after fucking up. He happily let Aiden dominate the kiss and him, flipping onto his back and letting Aiden plunder his mouth. He couldn't stop himself from moaning into the sloppy kisses, panting when Aiden pulled away to kiss down his neck. "Fuck yes! I'm yours, Aid! Mark me up all you want!" He relaxed back into the bed as he kept kissing him lower and lower. He spread his legs eagerly when Aiden stripped his lower half naked, moaning even louder as his brother's mouth made contact with him. "Oh my God! Thank you thank you thank you. I don't deserve you. Shit, I'm so fucking lucky. You're the best brother ever."
💢 ⸻ Aiden would have smiled beneath the weight of his own brother's complimentary words if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied with said brother's dripping sex. Not hesitating. Not wasting another moment before his tongue is sliding oh-so slowly across those wet and welcoming folds, feeling his cock twitch and thicken as he is met with the splendour of his twin brother's potent flavour dancing down the length of his outstretched tongue. All too eager to lick and lap away at his brother's drooling sex, every little bit of attention coaxing out more of that delectable wetness as his brother's body - so similar to his own in all but one way - refused to hide the obscene and perverse arousal felt at Aiden's tongue roaming across his cunt before beginning to delve in deeper for a more intimate experience between them. Not that there was anything un-intimate about his tongue lapping up and down across that sex with a certain dexterity and efficiency one may not have expected from th more brutish brother. But even Aiden had some tricks up his sleeve and - now that he had begun his worship of his brother's cunt - ther was little that could stop him from continuing to eat out that hungry pussy.
Hands slide blind across Ethan's muscular thighs from underneath, coiling around the thick appendages until Aiden has both muscular arms wrapped firm and in place. Gripping and pulling his brother in close until he is smothering his own face against that cunt, tongue forced deeper as his nose pushes rough and unintentional against the sensitive clit hidden above. Aiden laid out across the expansiveness of the bed as he makes consuming his brother's gushing cunt his one and only focus in life at that moment. He knew how much his brother loved to kiss so it was only natural that he come undone from Aiden's attempts to make out so sloppily with his sex, tongue alternating in gently assaulting those dripping folds and squirming in deep and obstrusive. Enough that he could provoke his brother into moaning and groaning at every other movement - wanting little more than to hear the pleasurable sounds as a result of his efforts. Especially since all his other senses were otherwise occupied with pleasuring his brother.
Taste.
Touch.
Smell.
Breathing in his brother's rich aroma of desire with every heavy breath.
Muses most likely to celebrate Father's Day by impregnating their SONS?
meme found here.
canon choice (honourable mention : derek)
🍑 ⸻ boom. beaumont takes the cake once more, though his son would be a strong contender if the prompt were reversed. despite a reputation as a phenomenal bottom with a primo pucker perfect for a proper pounding, there are few things more delightful than turning his rough and tough son into a mewling and moaning cock socket. advancing from cock socket to cum deposit seems the most natural progression of whorish behaviour given how derek only ever seems a semblance of satisfied once he has drained a dick dry of every last drop.
“you know, i've gotta wonder if he would be all swollen up with my son or my grandson.”
a small miracle derek hasn't gone and gotten himself all knocked up considering the amount of fat cock he has had sliding sloppy between those furry cheeks. impressive how the right amount of cock-meat and stroke game could reduce the alpha, the beta or the o-fucking-whatever-mega into a proper cum craving bottom.
original choice (honourable mention : matthias, if he had sons. or ishmael)
🏺 ⸻ it fails to seem like such an outrageous occurence when one considers the full blown, hole-busting potential of the fuck-hungry frat brother and his glorious godhood. godhood in this one instance meaning his divine status and not an epic oversized pillar of fuckmeat between his thighs.
there is little doubt deities higher in the hierarchy have achieved much worse than the god of stupidity back when he was walking around with a much more suitable pseudonym for the era. but that does little to stop the temples devoted to him becoming the constant locations for his own demi-god sons to attempt a commune with their absent father.
more like cum-mune. since no demi-god of koalemos has managed to enter the bounds of the temple and not leave heavily impregnated by their own father's thick and divine seed filling their insides and penetrating a womb that most likely had not existed until the moment that colossal god-like cock stretched out their hole and left it a gaping, cum-flooded mess.
realising at this point in time the muses name hasn't been written. it's chet.
“father's day? christmas for me. every night i visit all my sons across the world and use them to help empty my fat sack. the nice boys get knocked up. the naughty boys? knocked up twice.”
Muses most likely to celebrate Father’s Day by getting impregnated by their closest rival
meme found here.
canon choice (honourable mention : diego)
🍑 ⸻ there exists no grandfather's day where beau can be honoured since his son proved audacious enough to produce a new generation of hale men. singular in number, but it only took the addition of one eli to make a generation. left beau straddling the delicate line between dilf and gilf territories.
worse places to straddle.
now beau doesn't quite know if he even has himself a rival amongst his fellow father-folk roaming the hardware stores and sporting events of beacon hills. not that he was a stranger to getting his plush pucker pulverised by some dumb chump trying to prove their pride. and hell, if they manage to go and knock the old wolf up then that might be enough to tip beau right back over to the dilf-ier side of the proverbial line. not that he has any actual gripes with being a grandaddy.
“i bet derek would just love to have himself a baby brother on the way.”
go ahead and give his dear son something else to grumble about while stuck watching his old man walking around with fat milk-filled tits and an obscenely rotund belly.
original choice (honourable mention : chet)
🏆 ⸻ while most of his rivalries would exist between himself and opposing coaches, winston does seem that extra level of infuriating when it comes to his domestic achievements. the combination of a well-manicured lawn and thriving garden serve as nothing short of an envious beacon for the other fathers throughout the neighbourhood struggling to keep up with what winston can manage to accomplish in stride.
come father's day it is only fair the other fathers earn a chance to communicate their frustrations with winston's effortless achievements. one moment winston is wandering across the front lawn to fetch the morning newspaper in nothing more than his robe. the next he is getting his pucker pounded, pummelled and pulverised by a crowd of men too impatient to take turns. holes stuffed, double stuffed and - after some effort, lube and stretching - triple stuffed by thick dad cock.
winston gets left blissed out in his own garage and covered in a deluge of thick and creamy cum. belly bloated with enough jism to already make him look six months pregnant as his hole leaks and he's left with a number one dad mug filled to the brim with a sloppy concoction of neighbourhood dad nut for him to swallow down.
fortunate thing is that one round with ishmael will probably overpower any other half-decent swimmers sloshing about inside his guts and take over the situation.
BEAU MIRCHOFF NOW APOCALYPSE (1.03)
𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗈𝟢𝟢𝟩
Muses most likely to celebrate Father’s Day by impregnating their closest rival
meme found here.
🍆 ⸻ should take a moment to note the number of muses present - both the canon and the original - who have been established as fathers from their source material. in the case of original muses that source material would be the person writing this.
it should be obvious that ishmael and winston are both fathers since their son/s (two for ishmael, one for winston) are also present across the roster. chet also contains a high potential for fatherhood considering the godhood aspect combined with a complete disregard for how reproductive functions function for any gender. hendrik has high future fatherhood potential, but for now he maintains a high risk of impregnation rather than the actual knocking up of his sexual partners.
beaumont is obviously a father. grandfather too considering his son has been confirmed into fatherhood since the release of a movie this one never bothered to watch. since season four diego also managed to make it to fatherhood, though we do wish it came with the bulkiness of the dad-bod the show claimed he had.
and then there is piotr who, surprisingly, is a father through no multi-verse shenanigans or time travel troubles. just one trip down to savage land and an innocent threesome with two lovely ladies and piotr is unaware he is even a father. dunno how many more children he may have throughout the multi-verse, but can at least count one addition from the wolverine revenge ultimate comics (or whatever it is called).
choices will likely be canonical daddies for daddy's day memes, but the honourable mentions may include potential fathers.
canon choice (honourable mention : scott m)
🔪 ⸻ it can prove difficult to break the mundanity of existence within newfound suburbia when diego has thrived beneath the pressure of an intense heated - if one-sided - rivalry. fellow fathers unaware their every daily duty and asanine achievement is watched from the window by a fuming, mustachiod man sorely under-stimulated from a lack of adrenaline pumping, knuckle bloodying crime fighting.
he could commit himself to a hobby. . . nah. he's gonna fuck the other dads.
freshly mown lawns and mini-golf trophies are far less impressive when diego knows the smug-ass owner is walking around with a dilf-cunt stretched out and filled to the brim by his caramel coloured cock. pounding into the pudge of slighty out of shape asses in too-tidy garages or behind the garden shed. working over time on his delivery route knocking up some cock-addicted dilf in the back of his delivery van.
“happy daddy day. you're gonna be a mommy.”
maybe it's the marigold.
maybe it's reboot shenanigans.
regardless of the reason, losing his improbably aiming skills has done nothing to stop those swift swimmers from finding a womb to fill within men who never even knew that was a possibilty. looks like they had some explaining to do after the dumb cum-filled dilfs realise that's more than just a cum bump in their belly.
original choice (honourable mention : hendrik)
🧭 ⸻ only two real choices on offer. but the choice is made with ease when considering one father is nigh-constantly balls deep in the other. every father's day may well be spent with ishmael balls deep in his husband's dripping cunt with the fullest intention of breeding him to the brim with the latest addition to their growing pride. three sons aren't nearly enough to promise a prodigious future for their kind. only one of the three is even a werelion - even if that one does enough fucking and breeding for ten.
but does a husband count as a rival father threatening his reputation on the celebratory dilf day. probably not, but ishmael is a prominent enough figure in the community that his reputation welcomes the rivalries of lesser fathers. those brave enough to step up and challenge the top dilf in charge while also stupid enough to think they have any chance to not end up folded like a pretzel with a bruised and battered hole oozing out a small flood of thick and virile werelion cum. hendrik had to learn it from somewhere.
“winston won't mind. gives that poor pussy of his a proper rest. almost fucked the healing factor right out of that muscle cunt.”