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wolfsclothing6 · 3 months ago

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"Critical Change"

(If you guys have good pictures for the tf send them in and I'll pit them in and tag whos in them :p)

Matt was the kind of guy who didn’t get caught up in nerdy stuff. Tall, lean, and more focused on hitting the gym than hitting the books, he barely knew the difference between Dungeons & Dragons and Call of Duty. So, when his friend dragged him into a local gaming shop, he stuck out like a sore thumb.

“Come on, man,” his buddy Ryan said, pulling him toward a shelf stacked with game books, dice, and all sorts of nerdy shit. “I just need to grab a couple of things for the campaign this weekend.”

Matt sighed, glancing around the store at the rows of miniatures and colorful dice sets. His eyes landed on a display of D20s, sparkling under the fluorescent lights. He picked one up, an oversized, red die with gold numbers etched on it.

“Dude, what do you even do with this junk?” Matt asked, holding the die up to Ryan, who chuckled.

“You roll them. It’s like the cornerstone of every game. You know, a D20 is supposed to decide your fate.”

Matt snorted. “Yeah, sure. It’s just a die.”

He rolled it casually on the counter, watching as it landed on a natural 20. Ryan whistled. “That’s some serious luck, man. Too bad you’re not into this stuff.”

Matt shrugged and slipped the D20 into his pocket, figuring he’d keep it as a joke or maybe even toss it on his desk at home. As he followed Ryan around the shop, something strange began to stir in the back of his mind, but he brushed it off.

On the way out, he spotted a cheesy graphic tee hanging by the door—bright red with pixelated lettering that read “Roll for Initiative!” He scoffed, but for some reason, his hand reached out to touch the fabric.

“Classic nerd shirt,” he muttered to himself, but the moment his fingers brushed the cotton, a weird tingle ran up his arm. He shook it off and left the store with Ryan, unaware of the subtle changes already starting.

That night, Matt was sprawled out on his couch, scrolling through his phone when he absentmindedly reached into his pocket and pulled out the red D20. He rolled it on the coffee table again, watching it spin before landing on another 20.

“Lucky again,” he muttered, but something felt… off. His skin felt itchy, especially around his arms and chest. He rubbed at it, realizing with mild alarm that there was more hair there than he remembered. Shrugging it off as stress or a weird hormonal thing, Matt got up to check his fridge.

He grabbed a soda, but when he popped it open, the taste was all wrong. It wasn’t refreshing like usual—he craved something sweeter, heavier. He dug around in the back of his fridge and found a bottle of cheap, sugary cola he didn’t even remember buying. Before he could think about it, he downed half of it in one gulp, the sweetness spreading through him like fire.

“Man, I never drink this crap,” Matt muttered, but he kept chugging.

Later, as he sat back down, he felt heavier somehow—like his body was softer. His T-shirt felt a little snug, especially around his stomach. Frowning, Matt lifted the hem and blinked in surprise. His once-flat stomach was pushing out slightly, not huge but noticeable. His abs were disappearing under a small layer of fat.

“Must’ve been all that junk food last week,” he rationalized, but even as he said it, the memory felt… hazy. Had he been snacking more recently? He shook his head, dismissing the thought.

Over the next few days, the changes came faster. His once short, neat hair grew thicker and redder, especially around his beard. He wasn’t sure when the red streaks had started, but they were quickly overtaking his natural color. His face, too, was rounding out, his jawline softening beneath the scruffy beard that seemed to sprout overnight.

Matt’s clothes became tighter and tighter until he gave in and ordered a bunch of new shirts online. Oddly, he didn’t think twice about ordering them in a size two steps up from his usual. The designs were also different—nothing he’d normally wear. Instead of basic tees, they were all gamer crap, covered in pixel art and cheesy phrases like “Don’t hate the player, hate the game” or “Game Over!”

And it wasn’t just his clothes. His room was changing too, in subtle but strange ways. His sleek, minimalist desk was now cluttered with gaming consoles, controllers, and random dice. Posters of popular video game characters lined the walls, replacing the clean artwork he swore had been there before.

Matt was spending more and more time gaming, sinking into his chair with bags of chips and soda cans piling up around him. His body continued to change, his belly growing softer and rounder, love handles creeping in as he slouched deeper in his chair. His arms and chest were now covered in a thick pelt of red hair, matching the wild beard that framed his round face.

But the strangest part was how right it all felt. Every time Matt glanced at his reflection, he recognized the changes, but they didn’t bother him like they should. His old memories of being a fit gym bro started to fade, replaced with scenes of long gaming marathons, late-night pizza runs, and chatting with his online guild.

One evening, as Matt settled into his gaming chair with a satisfied grunt, he picked up the D20 again. He rolled it, and this time, it landed on a natural 1. He laughed—deep, hearty, and full of life. His once-lean body was now heavy and comfortable, his stomach stretching the fabric of his favorite shirt, the “Roll for Initiative!” graphic snug against his gut.

Matt couldn’t even remember the last time he’d set foot in a gym. Why would he? He had all the entertainment he needed right here, in his gaming setup. His friends were waiting for him to join the next campaign online, and he had a stash of snacks to last him the night.

As the game booted up, Matt adjusted himself in his chair, his thick thighs spreading wide, the sound of fabric shifting over hairy skin filling the room. His old life was gone—forgotten in the haze of dice rolls and endless gaming sessions. He wasn’t the old Matt anymore.

(@chubbycarebear for the pictures)

#transformation #pig tf #male transformation #fat belly #male tf #hairy #nerd tf #bear tf #WolfsClothingTFStory

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earlysunshines · 1 year ago

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full of you

minatozaki sana x fem!reader ; pure fluff

summary: sleepy girlfriend, tired girlfriend, girlfriends sleepy together, girlfriends tired together.

wc: 1.1k

sana ver. of this was requested, so i had to deliver!! (i love writing for sana sm.)

a/n: i'm going to start linking songs because almost all of my works are titled by songs that fit the drabble.

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ : full of you by so soo bin

the blue-light glasses you wear slide down your nose and you push them back up again, then go back to typing at your laptop.

the hours passed by in the blink of an eye, and the only thing you remembered before finishing up your work was hearing the sweet voice of your girlfriend telling you that she'd be home late. sana's "make sure you eat!" had echoed through your head, and you felt bad for drowning yourself in work instead of munching on something. it's fine, you had a big lunch anyway.

You roll your shoulders and move your neck around before sinking back into the couch, letting out a slow breath.

there's a small sound coming from where the entrance is, and your face lights up when you realize it's your girlfriend unlocking the door. your head turns to face her, you smile immediately. sana sets her bag down on the table and her grin is so bright, she rushes to the couch to lean down and kiss your lips.

"i missed you so much," sana mutters in between kisses, "i couldn't stop thinking about you."

you laugh and sana pulls away, your face is cupped in her hands as if you were the most precious thing in the world (which, you are in sana's eyes).

"i missed you too, definitely more." you grin. sana pouts playfully and kisses your nose,

"definitely not," she argues. you roll your eyes at her response and laugh. sana peeks over at your laptop screen, then smiles at the sight of you in your plaid pajama pants, loose t-shirt, and glasses. "you're still working?"

"yeah," you sigh, "finishing something for my coworker, but they'll still pay me for overtime," you add, trying to lighten up the mood. sana rubs a thumb on your cheek,

"how long have you been working?" sana questions.

"two hours now, maybe three," you respond, stretching your arms out as she pulls her hands away from your cheeks.

"did you eat?" worry and concern laced in her tone–your jaw tenses.

"i lost track of time." you shrug, "i'll eat a lot tomorrow? i already showered and brushed my teeth." and your attempt at easing her worries fails.

sana pouts and it's not her cute playful pout–it's the one that breaks your heart a bit.

"you better eat everything i cook for you tomorrow, then." sana says, though it's more of a demand and she's practically threatening you in a way. you just nod and giggle at how cute she looks,

"alright alright, now go shower, you stink." you say, but you're lying so hard because you can smell the wonderful scent of roses and citrus from that signature perfume she uses.

sana hits you with a pillow,

you laugh.

- twenty minutes pass and the feeling of someone plopping down next to you on the couch makes you jump, your shoulders move upwards. sana laughs and kisses you on the cheek; it's nice and grounding. the scent of lavender fills your nose as your girlfriend leans against your shoulder, immediately relaxing into you and sighing contently. you laugh at the way she unwinds against you and turn to kiss her head.

the only thing that fills the silent room is the click of your keyboard as you tap at it, and sana's low breathing as she cuddles against you. every couple of minutes you glance over at her, and she's been scrolling through some online clothing shop; of course, she's shopping online again. you plant kisses on her head here and there before going back to whatever project you were covering for your coworker, desperately trying to get it done quickly so you could fall asleep with your girlfriend in your arms.

a yawn escapes your lips as you type out the last line of code, and you quickly move tabs to email your coworker and your boss. sana smiles brightly as you shut down your laptop and set it down on the couch somewhere, and now you can fully focus on your girlfriend.

"done?" sana murmurs. you nod and hum, leaning back into the couch lazily and putting your arm around sana, which makes her nestle against you more. your hand gently caresses her cheek and rubs against it softly, making sana hum.

"how was dinner?" you question.

sana yawns before setting her phone down and answering. "good, good. i just got caught up with nayeon, momo, and mina. nayeon asked where you were."

"i see," you mutter softly, "sorry i couldn't make it."

"it's okay." sana assures. her eyes slowly close and her arm wraps around you, "i just missed you a lot, haven't seen you much today."

"tomorrow is saturday, we can spend all day together then."

your girlfriend yawns again and her breathing starts to settle down, "mhm, and i'll cook you breakfast." she trails off. you can tell she's getting sleepy with the way she almost slurs out her words, and how her body is completely limp against yours. your slender fingers make their way to play with her hair, running through the dark-brown strands and then making your way to massage her shoulder lightly.

sana mumbles something incoherent and you mutter a small "what?" in response, she opens her eyes just barely and you manage to make out her small request:

"carry me to the bed? sleepy…" she murmurs into your neck, closing her eyes again. you laugh at her words,

"okay lovely."

you shift over a little so your arms can pull sana onto you, and she's already clinging to you lazily. her arms wrap around your neck and her legs lock around your hips too as you stand up, she plants a small kiss behind your ear. the lightbulb that illuminates the small living room shuts off as you flip the switch, and you head into the room with your girlfriend who's clinging onto you like a koala.

sana is set down onto the mattress gently, then take off your glasses and put them on the wooden nightstand beside the bed. a groan escapes your lips as you stretch your arms out, then you rub your eyes slightly before climbing into bed with the love of your life.

the purple blanket is pulled over the two of you, and you let sana snuggle closer to your body–and you're ninety percent sure she's doing it while she's fully asleep, but it doesn't matter whether she's awake or not because you just wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer.

your eyelids get heavier with each slow, tired breath, and your eyes flutter shut.

"love you," you murmur sleepily, pressing your lips against her forehead lazily.

the two of you doze off together, and there's no place you'd rather be.

#twice x reader #kpop x reader #twice imagines #sana x reader #sana imagines #sana fluff #minatozaki sana

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winryrockbellwannabe · 10 months ago

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✨the last couple of days....✨

🌊went to the beach with my best friend!! unfortunately it was raining half of the time and it was freezing cold outside, but last day it was so nice out, i could even wear a t shirt, i was so happy about it🥰

📚 read around 200 pages of the Burning God, this book is giving me so much emocional damage, hence why I'm taking a while to read it

📑 managed to still study a lot. I got up to date with my biomechanics class, why is this all so interesting?? I'm really liking this, which makes me so happy bc i think this is going to be important in the master's degree I want to pursue.

📺 we watched so many anime. It was actually great, on the day the weather was really feisty, we could even hear the wind and rain inside, we watched Weathering with you, bc ✨vibes✨ and omg I was so close to sob my eyes out, and the vibes were definitely vibing LOL

I'm back to college city, so I've got to: grocery shopping (bc I have literally no food here), general cleaning around the house, bc my housemate left things super messy, and I have an online class in the afternoon

And that's it, hopefully tomorrow I'll be back to normal posting. Hope you have a wonderful day💙

#studyblr #study blog #studyspo #stemblr #stem student #study blr #adhd studyblr #2.3 #student life #college student

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levismoker · 8 months ago

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To my hot friend @cigarboii

Luke and I have been online friends for a long time. I don't remember when we started chatting, but I suppose we met on Recon or fetishmen. We share plenty of kinks and we are both passionate smokers.

As I live in Mexico most of the year, only when I return to Europe we can meet, but for one reason or another, we had never met yet. So finally last month, once I was visiting my family in Barcelona he invited me to spend a weekend with him.

I was fucking excited because although we have jerked off online plenty of times, I was eager to finally meet him and play together in person. We perfectly know one each other and what we like.

Although I was going for just 3 days, I took all my gear for the occasion, leather, Adidas and denim, and I really hoped he let me use his skinhead gear that is still missing in my closet. Once I was at the airport I bought a couple of cartons for him as gratitude for inviting me. We are both heavy smokers, but that weekend I already knew that we would completely fuck our lungs. Luke was joking telling me that he had an oxygen mask so we could stand up on Monday.

Once I arrived to Brussels he was going to take me in the airport. Once I took my luggage, I want out to the parking zone. I looked for the smoking spot and I send him a pic with my first red in the country. Five minutes later he arrived to fetch me. We hug one each other as old friends.

He was wearing his TN, Adidas t-shirt and jacket and leather pants. And obviously he had a red waiting in his ear. As always, he made me get hard. My cock was already pressing my Levi's. I also was wearing my red Adidas t-shirt but with my leather jacket and Levi's.

The plan was first go for dinner and then party in Brussels. Then we would go to his village and next day to Antwerp.

We sat in his car. It was a completely mess. There were butts and ash everywhere. And was plenty of empty packs.

-i always keep them because sometimes there still reds inside. By the way bro, I have forgotten my carton at home and I have just two reds left in my pack, I have to go to to a tobacco shop first.

I took my bag and I opened it.

-this is for you, dude, it's my way to thank you- I said giving him the two cartons of Marlboro- I know that here is much more expensive so I have come well provided.

-wow man! Thank you! You know how to make me happy!

He then light his red and started riding to the city center.

-i should put my gear, bro! - I told him.

-you don't need more, Pep. It's perfect what you are wearing. I love your trashed Levi's and your red Adidas t-shirt.

-i mean, as I had to go through the metal controls I saved my harness and jocks in my luggage. But I would love to wear it for Brussels party night.

-oh, sure bro! I'm wearing them too. I think it's better if instead of carrying your bag looking for a toilet once we park and you put your gear on.

We ride for 15 minutes more. We were chaining all time. Everytime we finished our reds, I took 2 from the pack, spark up them and give it one to Luke.

I coughed a little after doing a couple of deep drags.

-you should quit bro! - said Luke ironically, laughing with his red dangling.

-once I die, I will stop smoking!- I said exhaling the smoke on him.

The smoke inside the car was so thick that Luke told me that he had poor driving visibility.

We finally arrived to the parking spot next to the city. There was no people in the streets and just a lonely park with some benches with few young men making fuss. I then took my gloves, my harness and jocks from my luggage and put it on.

Luke took his Adidas jacket and I put my leather jacket.

-are we going to come back to the car before the club?

-We can go directly, I would take now all you need.

-ok I will take another pack then- I opened my carton to take one more pack for the night. I was already wearing one still full and the other one almost finished, so it was better to go well stocked.

He did the same, and took two packs from the carton I had given him.

Watching him made me fucking crazy. I grab my red from my lips and I balanced on him, kissing it and swapping my smoke.

We kept kissing five minutes. Everytime I wanted to breathe I sucked the smoke from his mouth, and he did the same. Our cocks were completely hard. It was the best way to start the night.

Finally we decided to move and go for a bench in a less exposed zone. He gave me a plastic bag with 6 beers and he closed the car.

The plan was start drinking in the park. We are not rich men, so he told me that we could drink there and arrive to the club already happy. Besides we could be free to smoke there too.

We finally looked for a bench, we sat there and we opened our first bottles of beer.

We started talking about our lives as two good friends. There were few people in the park, but twice young men came to ask us for a cig. It's polite in the smoker's community to calm the cravings of a brother needing a cig. We all have needed it, and its really strange that another smoker don't offer you a cig. We were there for one hour until we finished the beers.

Then we decided to go for something to eat before going to the fetish bar. Once we sat on the terrace, the waiter came and we both ordered burgers and beer. The waiter brought us a clean ashtray after we put our opened packs on the table.

Once we finished our burgers, Luke told me:

-bro, I also have a present for you

And then he opened his fanny pack and took two wide gars.

-yeah! Thanks bro!- I said doing the last drag of my red.

Although I rarely smoke gars, he is a great "aficionado". I had always ask him to teach me to learn to enjoy a good gar.

Once we had our gars lit we decided to post a pic on Instagram to see if any friend was going to join us later.

Although I definitely prefer my reds (perhaps just because I'm used to it) I loved the natural scents and taste of the gar. I have always felt strange by not inhaling the smoke and just taste it in the mouth, but anyway it was a big present. Around 30 minutes later we finished our gars, and after doing two rounds of shots, we paid the bill and finally we went to the fetish club already a little bit drunk and with our lungs fully charged. Actually we were like 15 minutes without sparking up, the largest span of time of the night.

We didn't walk much until we finally made for the pub. As Luke expected there were quite fetish men gathered there because there was the skinhead night. Inside the pub smoking wasn't allowed, so we joined the other smokers that were standing up next to the door surrounding a big ashtray that was already completely full of ash and butts.

There were three skinheads with cigs on one hand and a beer on the other. Although we love our Adidas gear, we damned not going with our skinhead gear too. At least, although I wasn't wearing bleachers, I was wearing Levi's as almost all men in the party.

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l3viat8an · 5 months ago

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Hey, got any fem!Levi headcannons? I’m currently working on a story where my MC, Jasper, accidentally gender bends the brothers because he mixed up potion homework from Solomon with dinner because he was exhausted from running around RAD doing things.

You are the best Levi fan that I’m aware of, so I send the ask to you!

Hiiii that sounds so cool!-

Honestly I just kinda typed these out so it’s all random stuff- but uhh yea, hopefully it helps ya a bit!!! + I’ll check my old fem! Obey me hcs later ‘n probably add to this

If it’s possible Levi’s even more self conscious than before. No matter what she’s doing, she’s sure everybody is staring at her. So she tries to stick closer to hide behind MC or even one of her sisters whenever they’re out in public.

Levi still prefers oversized shirts and baggy pants over more feminine clothes, especially when going out or doing stuff. It more comfortable to stick with what she’s used too.

But she has a few skirts and even a Ruri-Chan themed dress in her closet she’ll try on “just to see how it looks!” not because that was the first thing that popped into her mind and she was so excited she almost ran to try them on-

(I don’t know if you already have any body ideas for Levi so let me add my take; she’d probably be pretty flat in the chest, (Asmo offers to buy her a padded bar or two but Levi keeps refusing). Her hair would be just past shoulder length, now too long because it would be annoying and she’d have to tie it up all the time. But Levi still wants it long enough she can try some fun hairstyles! Besides that pretty much the same and she still slouches even when she’s standing up.) (extra kinda crack note; Mammon would teases Levi about her flat chest a lot and Levi always snaps back that hers are normal sized! jskjsksn)

Asmo basically drags Levi out to shop insisting that they both need to try on some new dresses or at least check out what’s trending!!! (Maybe Levi will like it if she’d just try it!) And even if Levi doesn’t want to admit it, she totally has fun trying on a bunch of different dresses and styles!!! She still doesn’t buy much. Maybe one or two new skirts and a t-shirt, but she thinks about the other outfits she tried on until she gets home and orders a couple of them online in secret.

Simultaneously has gender euphoria and is oddly uncomfortable in her own skin. It’s kinda hard to explain- she would love having a fem!body and there are sooo many different cosplays she can try now. But at the same time it feels weird-

adding to that ^^ Levi’s probably really whiny about the whole gender bend thing, either complaining to MC (/your oc) or Henry 2.0 in her room. because she’s not sure how to feel.

anyways!!! That’s what I can think of right now, if you had something else in mind or just wanna hear more feel free to send another ask (or even dm me) XD

#and if this is too much rambling and not clear enough lemme know cuz I just typed and didn’t really check it over ksjskjsksj #mail!#levi <333 #om! hcs

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themiscellaneousshop · 1 month ago

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stubbornfactory · 11 months ago

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gainerstories · 1 year ago

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Dispatches: Spring Break

Portland, OR / April 10th / Dorm Room

Hugo awoke from his nap plastered in jizz, chocolate syrup, and ice cream. He was already hard again, his erection comfortably sandwiched between his expansive thighs and ballooning gut. He started jerking absentmindedly but then remembered he had to save his loads for when he was stuffing. He always ate more when he was horny.

He lurched out of bed, his stomach sloshing with an unholy combination of cafeteria food, Boost VHC, and ice cream. He burped and rubbed his stomach, fingering the four stretch marks around his belly. He was determined to add a fifth and sixth by the time spring break was over and his roommate returned to the dorm.

After rinsing off in the shower he pulled on a size small T-shirt. Hugo had never fit into a small. His pig brain took one night and he ordered it online whilst fapping. It was the perfect shirt to wear to the grocery store. A solid two, maybe three, inches of belly fat hung free beneath the hem. Some gray sweatpants showed off his half chubbed dick and caked up ass. A denim jacket that could no longer button accentuated his protuberant gut.

Wobbling to the market on foot Hugo relished the stares his exposed overhang garnered. This was the only exercise he got without any classes. He was at the grocery store nearly every day, racking up charges parents’ credit card. The swoosh of the automatic doors felt like the embrace of an old friend as his eyes lit up at the aisles of food waiting to fatten him up.

He grabbed a cart and started in the frozen food section. Pizza, chicken wings, pasta, you name it. His criteria when shopping: does it look good and is it fattening. He moved on to ice cream, multiple tubs, and then alcohol. He tended to stick with boxed wine because it was cheap and went down easy. Next was the dairy aisle, his favorite. Butter, whole milk, heavy cream, whipped cream, sour cream, they all made it into his cart. This was usually when people started to stare.

He knew what he looked like. A young fat white slob whose clothes didn’t even fit him, gorging himself on dairy and junk food outside of his parents’ watchful eyes. People regarded him with shock and disgust, sometimes pity. He relished every moment.

After a long meander down the snack food aisle and a quick detour through produce just for show, Hugo went to the register. The cashier awkwardly rang up the food while trying not to look at Hugo’s exposed lard, hairy and hanging heavy with stretch marks. The total was nearly two hundred dollars and at that moment he realized he had forgotten his personal cart for the walk home. Hugo was blighted with carrying all of this home by hand, unless…

He pulled out his phone and ordered a rideshare. It was only three blocks, but what was a fat boy supposed to do? Go home empty handed? Or worse, burn all the calories it would take to carry this back himself?

The rideshare driver regarded Hugo with more disgust than anyone at the grocery store. With the backseat filled with groceries, Hugo sat in the front. He made a show of breathing heavy and scratching at his stretch marks, even burping a couple times on purpose. The driver could barely contain himself when Hugo asked for help unloading the groceries. He still obliged.

Hugo’s room was dark and dingy, covered in take out containers, smelling of dick. “Fuckin’ pig�� the driver muttered under his breath when he first walked in. When they were finished, he looked directly at the soft roll of flesh hanging over Hugo’s elastic pants and said “hit the gym, man.”

Hugo shut the door and cracked a Boost.

Read the rest here

#gainer stories #weight gain #chubby chaser #chubby guy #weight gain fiction #gay gainer #gay bear #ex jock #gay weight gain

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thesoftboiledegg · 6 months ago

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Did you think we were done with the merchandise roundup? Nope--yesterday's post was only the beginning.

Months ago, I ran into a guy at the mall who said that he found his Rick and Morty T-shirt at Burlington Coat Factory. My area doesn't have one, but I was in a different city that had a location and decided to stop by.

That turned out to be a smart decision because I found these items on the racks:

I spotted a couple of nearby head shops on Google Maps, so I dropped by the first one, which was awkwardly placed near an intersection. But the Rick and Morty pipes near the entrance made the effort worthwhile.

When the owner saw me taking pictures, she said I can take photos of anything and share them online. That was a good reaction to have. I've gotten in trouble a couple of times before 😬 One store accused me of sticking something in my purse (it was my phone), and another politely said they don't allow pictures.

But that wasn't the case this time. The owner was delightful and gave me free bottled water and snacks, plus a free $10 item after I bought CBD gummies.

Pickle Rick had his own tray:

Silicone is all the rage.

Head shops always have a few miscellaneous Rick and Morty items. I'm not weed-savvy enough to know how to use these.

Hey look, Bender's getting blasted!

The other head shop in the area had some decent pipes. I LOVE the bee design. Don't know where it came from, but it's becoming a smoke shop staple.

I see that the world hasn't forgotten about the Joker. Zombie Rick and Morty lurk in the back.

A couple of rolling trays. Rick's looking a little short and stocky in that first one.

Pickle Rick also looks different. Maybe this guy is Cucumber Rick.

For the record, smoke shops (and stores in general) have more merchandise that I don't photograph. They just have a lot of overlap, so I try not to share the same items more than once.

Stay fresh, everybody!

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #pickle rick #futurama #bender #bender bending rodriguez #burlington #head shop #long post #roundup #cannabis culture #cannacommunity #cannabis

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the-froschamethyst4 · 1 year ago

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Dad’s Best Friend

➤Day 9

𖤐 Pairing: Soap x F! Reader

𖤐 Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, age gap, language, P in V, eating out, dad's best friend, kissing, making out,

𖤐 AN: I would like to say this kind of clashes with hes-just-a-bit-older it's kind of the aftermath after Price finds out about Y/n and Soap's little incident.

𖤐 Summaries: The day Soap and Y/n had fucked, Soap and Y/n's relationship grew, and Price was definitely weary of the relationship. Price of course doesn't want his daughter hurt and he doesn't know how he feels seeing his best friend kiss his daughter every now and then.

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A Couple Years Later

Soap and Price were watching at football game (soccer for the American) Soap's team was winning and Price every time Soap's team would score Price would sink down into the couch as Soap would cheer.

Y/n was in her bedroom talking to her best friend. She would roll her eyes when she heard Soap cheer and Price groan. She's glad they're having fun and all, but she sometimes wishes they'd be quiet, so she could hear her best friend.

Her best friend wanted to go shopping and do a girl's day out and maybe go to a bar afterwards to have fun.

"I mean, I'll get ready, but we'll see on the bar, I'm not big on bars."

"Yeah, I understand, we don't have to go," her best friend Aria said.

"Yeah, I'll get ready and let you know." Y/n said as she hung up her phone and opened her closet pulling out an oversized t-shirt that was actually Price's old Military shirt that had 'Capt. J. Price' on the back and 'Task Force 141' on the front. It was worn out, the Task Force and Capt. J. Price where slightly creaking, and the J was fading. Luckily no holes or stains on it.

She then grabbed some black sweatpants because it was going to get cold when the sun will go down. She grabbed shoes, her wallet and texted Aria that she was ready.

She goes downstairs and sat on the love seat putting on her shoes. Price and Soap looked at Y/n getting ready to go somewhere.

"Where are you going?" Price asked.

"Aria, wants to do a girls day out, so I'll be gone for a while."

"How long is a while?" Price questioned his daughter.

"I don't know, what it's 12:30....maybe 5:00? I'm not sure," she said, putting her shoes on and kissing Price's cheek and going to Soap with a smile and kissed his lips.

Soap placed his hand on her lower back deepening the kiss.

"Okay, that's enough. It's already weird for me, seeing my best friend kissing my only daughter," Price said as Y/n pulled away with a red face and Soap just smirked.

Soap and Price are still close best friends, inviting each other to parties and anywhere to hang out like bars to talk and come over to each other's houses to watch a football match. Even though it's been 2 years of them being together, Price still finds it a bit weird that his best friend who's almost 40 years old, and his daughter is only in her late 20's and doing college work online.

Price allowed it because Y/n and Soap are happy together and he doesn't see anything wrong with it as long as his daughter isn't hurt by Soap, if Soap did hurt Y/n, Soap would be 6 feet under, and his tombstone would be saying 'died by strangulation, stabbing, shot, drowning, and fell off a cliff.'

"I'll be back," she said, walking out the door and going to Aria's car and they drove to the mall.

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6:00PM

Y/n had walked through the front door of her home, arms full of bags and her left hand held her phone and her right hand held a Starbucks drink.

They didn't have time to go to a bar or anything.

"I'M HOME!" Y/n shouted.

"He's not home." Soap said, coming around the corner of the kitchen holding a bowl of cereal.

"Where is he?" She asks, placing her bags down on the ground, and her drinks and phone on the counter.

"His work called him asking him to come in...he asked me to stay here till you got home to make sure everything's okay..." he said as he brought the spoon to his mouth and started to eat the cereal.

"I thought you wouldn't like fruit loops," she giggles at him, eating the cereal.

"Nah, it's good, just haven't had cereal in a while," he said. Y/n smiles at him and walks towards him. He placed the bowl down on the counter and held his little girlfriend's face and kissed her lips.

He pushed his tongue inside of her mouth. She slightly moans into the kiss, as his hands were placed on her hips, and he picks her up setting her on the counter. His hands went up her shirt and tossing it on the floor, he put his hand behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders.

he grabbed the bra and tossed it on the shirt, his head goes down to her chest sucking on her breasts and squeezing her on breast as well. She moans and tangles her fingers into his hair.

His hands went to her sweatpants and pulled them off her lower half just leaving her in a cute black thong. He's never seen her in a thong before. Her hips just protruding from the small thin straps made him fucking melt. The small triangle just barely covering her clit and nothing covering her ass.

"Holy shit," he said with a red face.

"What? You don't like it?" She said, bring her leg up to cover herself but Soap stopped her.

"No, no, I love it. I fucking love it...you look so sexy with this on," he grabbed the thin straps hugging her sides and let them smack against her skin earning a soft moan from her.

"I don't even want to take these off of you. I want to see you just walk around in them...I want to fuck you in them..." he said, kissing her neck as his hands just rested on her hips.

"S-Soap..." she moans.

He pulls her off the counter till her feet touched the ground, Soap turned her around and pushed her over the counter, seeing her ass and giving her a hard smack leaving a red handprint on her ass.

"God," he leans over her shoulder pushing his clothed crotch against her ass and she could feel his bulge in his pants. She smirks and rubs her ass against him.

Soap looks around remembering the cameras in the house Price put up. He could see one in the corner of the kitchen looking right at them. He stops and moves away from her.

"Why are you teasing me?" She whines.

"I don't want the cameras to see us, and Price gets mad that we're fucking on the kitchen counter."

"Okay, follow me, I know where we can go..." she said as she stood up grabbing Soap's hand and bring him to the bathroom, there was no camera in the hallway where the bathroom was.

Soap looked down staring at her bare ass in the thong.

"Why does he have cameras everywhere?" Soap asked.

"We had a break in when I was 15 and...I was home alone while he was out..."

"Oh wait...your-"

"Mom...yeah...when I was 15 and the break in happened, and I was home alone my mom came home and the robber...shot her....this is when my dad started to come home a little more and then he decided to put cameras in the house so I could feel safe."

Soap felt bad that he asked.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be, it's okay..." she shut the door behind them and placed her arms on his shoulders. "I know this is kind of weird to do it in the bathroom but it's the only place that doesn't have a camera in the room or in the hallway." She said.

"I understand." He smiles down at her. His hands went to her waist and smirked and leaned down kissing her lips.

Y/n's hands went down his chest to his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulled them down and she pulled his hardened cock out.

He smirked into the kiss and started pull her thong off her lower half pulling them down and tossed them somewhere in the bathroom.

He puts her on the sink counter, and she put her feet on the sink giving him a perfect view of her slick coated pussy. He smirks and starts pumping himself viewing at her. He smacks his cock on her lower half.

She moans as he then pushes himself inside of her. She moans and falls on her back, Soap traps her between himself and counter. He starts to go easy till she gave him a look to speed up and go a little harder, which he did.

She moans and brings her head back hitting against the marble counter. Her hands held her legs, but her arms were getting tired, Soap grabbed her legs placing them on his shoulders.

Her hands kneaded her breasts as she moans and brought her hands under his shirt pulling it off his head and she tossed it on the bathroom floor. Soap was getting the rest of his clothes off as he still was thrusting into her.

"H-Holy f-fuck," he moans. He looks down at her seeing her stomach bulging with his dick inside of her. He smirks and leans down kissing her lips pushing his tongue inside of her mouth.

She moans when his tip just barely hits her g-spot. She moved her mouth, and his lips attacked her neck leaving hickies all over her neck and collarbone.

"Ahh~" She moans when she felt herself cum on his dick. He smirks and keeps going till he came inside of her.

He pulls out of her and goes down on her, licking between her folds getting cum on his tongue and swallowing it. Y/n moans feeling his tongue go inside of her as well. She grabs a handful of his hair making him go a little faster with his tongue.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Y/n? Are you in there?" Price was on the other side of the bathroom door. She looked down at Soap who kept going but she doesn't know if she could keep quiet.

"Y-Yes!"

"Everything okay?" Price asks.

"Y-Yeah, I'm just not f-feeling well," she moans but tried to keep quiet as Soap just keeps going.

"Oh okay....hey Soap." Soap stopped and looked up at Y/n knowing they were caught.

"Fuck," Soap whispers. "Hey, Price..." he says.

"What's going on?" Price asked.

"Nothing much."

"C-Could we not h-have a con-verstaion bet-between t-the door, p-please." Y/n asks.

"Fine...I just came back for my wallet," Price said.

They heard the front door shut letting them know, Price was gone.

"Did that turn you off?" Y/n asked, Soap.

"No, don't worry about me, did you get turned off?"

"A little."

"Why don't I fix that?" Soap went back to licking between her wet folds. She moaned and grabbed a handful of his hair once again, her thighs squeezed around his head.

"Oh baby," he moans as he looked up at her and she felt herself cum again and Soap licked her clean again.

"S-Soap," she moans.

He smirks and stands up hovering over her and kissing her thighs and biting them as well.

"God...you look so fucking sexy," he said as he grabbed his clothes, and she grabbed a towel to go get her clothes from the kitchen. Soap looked down seeing her black thong on the ground and stuffed them into his pocket.

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Y/n was getting ready for bed wearing a shirt that was Soap's and laid on her back looking at her phone, she was looking at TikTok before getting a text from Soap.

Soap: *I have something of yours*

Y/n: *Oh? And what is that?*

Soap: *Sent 2 photos*

Soap had sent two photos of Soap holding her black thong. He had the thong resting on his hardened dick and she could see some white liquid on the black thong.

Y/n: *Is that your cum?*

Soap: *DUH!*

She looked at the other one and saw him holding it in his mouth, he was shirtless meaning...he jerked off on her thong.

Y/n: *SOAP THOSE WERE NEW!*

Soap: *Oh, I know, love, but goddamn all I could think about was you in this thong, looking absolutely sexy*

She rolls her eyes and thought she should send some back. One of her showing off her butt in another pair of underwear in Soap's shirt.

Another where she stood in front of her full body mirror lifting the shirt exposing her panties and her hips being tightening by the panties.

Another one with the shirt off and panties off.

Soap: *GODDAMN! New photos to jerk off to*

Y/n could feel his smirk from a far away and could feel him already jerking off. She placed her phone down getting her clothes back on and laid on her bed.

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Post-convention -- Albacon

A couple of weeks ago I attended Albacon in Clifton Park, NY.

I’ve been a part of this convention since we brought it to life in 1996, so it holds a special place in my heart. It has always been tiny, which is both frustrating (hard to keep a con afloat when it’s always running barely in the black) and wonderful (want to meet a guest and chat informally? there are so few folks around, just hang out…).

The entire convention is maybe 120ish people on site. We have two programming rooms and a reading room. We have a dealers’ row (this year we only had two vendors, unfortunately). We have a social space con suite and a gaming room. Our convention is fully hybrid. For unofficial spaces, there is the lobby (many folks hang out in these cool high-backed chairs that sway back and forth—we love these chairs), and the patio with a huge fire pit.

I get frustrated as hell helping bring this convention to life, and at the same time, I always enjoy myself there.

This year, our on-site Guests of Honor were Elizabeth Bear and Scott Lynch, and our Fan Guest of Honor was Geri Sullivan. Our online Guest of Honor was Cory Doctorow.

I did a reading and four panels, and enjoyed all of them. I also got to spend time with Bear, who I’ve known for years (since before I had my kids) and finally got to know Scott a bit. And same with Geri—I’ve known her for years but never really got to talk before. I spent both evenings of the convention out at the fire pit, just chattering away and catching up with Bear. So lovely.

One of the other lovely things about the convention is that for the first time in decades, I decided to dress up. I rewarded myself with a shopping binge for things that I could pull together with things I already owned and create a set of outfits. One of them will continue to be worked on because I need to build some cosplay accessories to make an OC “retired magical girl” outfit. Like. If I’m gonna dye my hair and not need a wig, I need to use this to my advantage, right???

Keep reading past the read-more for pictures of cosplay and information about the panels!

The first one was Friday night—an all in black outfit with an off-the-shoulder long-sleeved “pirate” top with a waist-cinched belt, jeans, and cute low boots. On Saturday I wore a black long jacket and vest top over black leggings and combat boots for a vaguely military look. I want to add steam-punk elements to that one, I think. And Sunday was magical girl day with an under-bust corset vest, a red pirate top, and a mini skirt, fishnets, and sparkly high heeled shoes. The secret to the heels? They are Skechers and so comfortable I can literally run in them. But they are also SPARKLY. I need to make bracers, flowers for my hair, a choker, and a staff for that outfit before it’s done.

Anyway, these will go to other conventions with me, along with my vest + long-sleeved shirts outfits, and t-shirts for when my brain is DONE with costuming.

As for programming… my reading was… uh… not attended. :D I performed well for the recording, and hopefully some folks happened to catch it afterwards online! I read the first part of my short story “A Bright and Clouded Future” which will be appearing in the Yay! All Queer anthology from Inkd Publishing.

Saturday’s panel on tropes was a blast, and the one on relationships beyond romance was everything I had hoped it would be. Saturday evening I moderated a panel on new SF voices from around the world, and the first thing we agreed on is that these voices aren’t new, they are simply finally being recognized which is important. We also talked a lot about translations and how translators can help bring these voices to the English-speaking world, particularly for short stories.

Sunday’s panel was fun—it was about how we found fandom, and things that we wished we’d known, and how things have changed. Of the five members of the panel, I was the only one who entered fandom as a tween and who grew up in fandom as a cis female. We had a lot of fun going back and forth, and I was really impressed at how positive it was. I also made a friend, meeting someone who grew up in fandom at the same time I did, at the same cons I did, and somehow we’d never known each other. So that was really awesome and I look forward to seeing them again in the future (and online! Hi!!!).

This year we wisely took the Monday after the convention off from work and I was very very relieved we did. At that point, it had been two weeks of complete chaos in life and work and family, and I needed that break. It was nice to just… rest… and get the chores done, obviously, since we hadn’t been home for it.

Going back to the cosplay… I think the last time I cosplayed I was in my 20s. Like. More than 30 years ago. I haven’t had the confidence, or the ability to see characters in the mirror until recently. This felt like returning to myself and becoming a person who has been hiding so far in my subconscious that I wasn’t sure she’d ever come back. I am so thankful to have been able to do that. I am also glad that I made the decision to combine my fandom and professional lives. I don’t think I could go to conventions as a pure professional—too many people have known me since I was 12. But I am thankful for all of those fandom connections, too, and it’s like seeing family when we go to conventions. I’m also learning that there are people who are happy to help as we branch out into more conventions, and help me reach out to get on programming, which I need for my career.

Our next convention won’t be until February, when we head to Boston for Boskone. I’m already excited for that one—I was chatting with folks at Albacon about potential ideas for things I can do on programming. It’s going to be fun.

And that’s the best part—this aspect of my professional life is fun. Scary sometimes, but in the end, enjoyable. And that’s great.

#appearances #conventions #albacon

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