[beefache]

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[beefache]

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.

[beefache]

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.

[boysfromtheburbs]

"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.

[beefache]

    ⚾    ⸻    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.

[cherylblossom]

DANIEL DIEMER as TYSON PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS (2023-)

[miracide]

ship dynamic

[canonpxssy]

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..."

[beefache]

    💢    ⸻    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. 

[xringwork]

"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.

[beefache]

    🚑    ⸻    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.” 

[strikersunindie]

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.

[beefache]

    🧢    ⸻    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.

[maziekeen]

[jehovahwitless]

[canonpxssy]

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."

[beefache]

    💢    ⸻    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.

[beefache]

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.”

[beefache]

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.

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BEAU MIRCHOFF NOW APOCALYPSE (1.03)

[usermasked]

𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗈𝟢𝟢𝟩

[beefache]

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.”