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room-surprise · 3 months

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How Old Is Thistle?

(EDIT: I've made a follow-up post to this one that goes deeper into the math and additional evidence that the 5:1 ratio is correct. You can read it here!)

I've seen people debating this and a lot of folks insisting that Thistle is a child, and since Thistle just debuted in the anime, I wanted to do a full write-up to help myself and others figure this out.

We don't know how old any of the Merini family members are exactly, so the best we can do is guess based on the information we have, but after carefully studying the manga, I think Thistle is at least a teenager, but much more likely a young adult, and definitely not a prepubescent child.

Here's what we know:

EDIT: Depending on what translation you read of some of the extra materials, Freinag implies that Thistle is the same age as some of his advisors.

Here's a detailed translation of this panel from my friend Fumi:

Elves age 5 times slower than tall-men.

16 year old tall-men in Dungeon Meshi's medieval time period are adults, they commonly join the military, get married, have children, etc.

An 80 year old elf is an adult. Pattadol is 82 and she's a lieutenant in a military unit. It's her first job and she's obviously a rookie, but Captain Flamela tells Pattadol to accomplish her mission or die trying.

Many fully adult elves look like what we might consider children or young teens, because they're short, petite, and have androgynous features.

An average elven adult is around 150-155cm tall (5 ft), meaning some are shorter than that, and some are taller. Thistle is 130 cm, which is short, but not unheard of.

Fleki is 130 (26) years old and she's 140 cm tall (4'7")

Otta is 137 (27) years old and she's 130 cm (4'5") tall, the same height as Thistle!

They are both women, but there's probably plenty of elven men in their height range.

Just so we can compare Thistle to some adult elven men, Mithrun and his brother are probably adults (or close to it) in the panel on the left.

Mithrun (in this image) is somewhere between 75 and 144 (probably in his 80's), and his brother is older than him (so he could be in his late 80s or 90s). As you can see, they don't look that different from Thistle, Otta or Fleki.

So, how old is Thistle?

(Spoilers below the cut)

Thistle was brought to the royal court as a child (found on the street, stolen or purchased, we don't know how they got him). At the absolute youngest I'd guess Thistle is 25 years old here (so about 5 years old for a tall-man.) He can already play the flute, and possibly the lute, and most children that aren't prodigies can't handle playing an instrument (physically or mentally) until they're around 5.

EDIT: We now know that Thistle is the same age as Freinag, the king that takes him in! So Thistle must be at least 25 years old in this comic, though realistically he could be anywhere from 25 to 40 based on how Kui drew Freinag.

He lived in the court for an unknown amount of time, Freinag hasn't changed much but Thistle appears to have aged a little, so let's say it's been 5 years and Thistle is 30 (6) when Delgal is born. More than 5 years could have passed, but I'm trying to keep the numbers low.

Delgal gets married and has a child. Delgal should be at least 15 at this point, but since he has a full mustache before his wedding, I think he's in his 20's, since teenagers tend to not be the best at growing robust facial hair.

(He has a full beard by the time Eodio's a young child.)

Thistle puts the kingdom inside the dungeon around this point, however, people are still aging: Delgal's grandson Yaad is born, and Eodio is clearly a young adult here, probably in his 20's. Therefore, there is NO REASON to assume Thistle stopped aging. "The dungeon lords don't age" is a common fan headcanon I've seen people spreading, but it has no clear canon basis.

Yaad ages until he looks about 13-15 years old, and at this point all of the people of the kingdom and Thistle appear to stop aging, and 1,000 years pass.

So, the youngest Thistle could possibly be, if he was 30 (6) when Delgal was born, if Delgal was 15 when he had Eodio, and Eodio was 15 when he had Yaad, and Yaad is 13 years old...

Is 73 years old, which would make Thistle about 14.6 years old by tall-man standards.

HOWEVER, I think it's VERY unlikely that all the characters are that young.

I think it's clear from Kui's drawings that Delgal and Eodio are not 15 years old when they become fathers, and that Freinag is at least 25 when he takes in Thistle.

If we assume Thistle was 30 when Delgal was born, and Delgal and Eodio were both at least 20 when they had children, even if Yaad is only 13 years old, that makes Thistle at least 83 years old (16.6), and makes him older than Pattadol, who is an adult at 82.

However, I think it's entirely possible that Thistle was anywhere from 40-50 when Delgal was born, and Delgal could have been anywhere from 20 to 30 when he had Eodio, and Eodio could have been anywhere from 20-25 when he had Yaad. If you use the maximum ages, and assume Yaad is 15, then Thistle could be as old as 120 (24).

I think a reasonable middle ground is assuming Thistle was 30 (6) when Delgal was born, Delgal had Eodio at 25, Eodio had Yaad at 20, and Yaad is 15... Which would make Thistle 90 (18) years old.

This of course says nothing about Thistle's emotional maturity or sanity, he's obviously stunted in some ways, but the point I want to make here is:

Thistle's age could be anywhere from 14.6 to 24 at the most extreme, but more realistically he's somewhere between 16.6 and 18.

And that's not even counting the thousand years that he's lived since then!

And that's all I've got to say about that 🙏🙏🙏🙏

(EDIT: Follow-up post with additional evidence here.) EDIT 2: I've seen a lot of people talking about the page Kui drew talking about elven earmuffs. It's considered just barely okay for Pattadol to wear them, but it's ok for Thistle to wear them... In which case I'd say Thistle could be any age younger than 83. That's handy as it knocks out some of the older ages!

So in that case Thistle's age is between 73 years old and 82, which makes him developmentally between 14.6 and 16.4!

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eclipsedships · 2 years

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I frequently envision just picking Prowl up. The smol ninja has been lifted, like a cat.

#Eclipse is like 27 ft tall and Prowl is 15 ft so he smol #lift the smol bf #soulsparks #calm in the eye of the storm

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nevernonline · 6 months

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✧.* what’s your number?; kmg

synposis: after finding an online article about the number of sexual partners a woman should have, your day with your neighbor turns into him being lucky number eighteen.

paring/s: model! mingyu x afab! reader, ft. little brother! chan.

genre/s: humor (sort of lmao), neighbors2lvrs vibes, fuckboy&girl reader and gyu.

warning/s: alcohol consumption, sexual content (minors - dni), talks of broken bones, oc has female genitalia

word count: 3.8k

content: seggsy times, idiots being besties, reader loses her job, all the vibes.

note/s: loosely based on one of my fav movies, what's your number with anna ferris. lmao enjoy. also def unedited so srry. xo.

“Miss. Y/L/N. I’m very sorry but we have decided to let you go.”

Your boss put down a brown cardboard box that once held wine from a staff party about a week ago. You stood in silence, why were you being fired? You’re one of the only executives who does their job. All of the other employees sit around and drink whiskey and flirt with the other women on your floor on company time, go home to their wives, and make six figures.

“Sir, can I ask why?”

“Budget cuts, sorry honey.”

Honey of course. Not only is he himulating you, he’s also being condescending.

“Why not fire Ted? He does nothing but use his company card for ‘business expenses’ like taking his different fucks to exotic vacations and restaurants.”

“Our female clients like Theodore. Sorry it has to be this way. Here’s a check to keep your rent underway and for any troubles. Good luck.”

You picked up the brown cardboard he handed it to you and dumped the white envelope into your bag as you stormed out of his glass chamber.

Perfect timing, your brothers getting married and you’re getting fired. Your mother will surely love to hear about this.

After gathering the contents of your desk you found your way back to your white and gray covered apartment, sinking down into the perfect couch you bought yourself as a reward for your first month in the job.

Pulling your laptop from the pocket of your work bag, you scrolled through the news on your side widget . Coming across an article written in some stupid lifestyle magazine about ‘the appropriate number of sexual partners for women.’

“Okay, so society is regressing.”

Curious enough you scrolled through to a small section with a quiz, childish, but probably suitable for women over 50 or under 21.

Following your finger down the various categories that pertained to you until it came to the bottom of the page pointing out your result.

“15 and over, women with this number often have difficulty finding a spouse and are unlikely to ever settle down. Are they fucking serious? Men can fuck 50 women and still are fine.”

A vibration came from your phone, a text from your neighbor.

[3:44pm].

Mingyu: Mind helping me out? New girl won’t take the bait about my “emergency”

Y/N: what’s the issue with her this time?

Mingyu: nothing, just too clingy. I’m expecting you in five, say our dad fell in the shower. Thank you, owe you.

Y/n: got it see you in five.

Mingyu and you met often when you were ushering out hook ups or crazy exes show up to your door. You didn’t know much about his life, other than he’s a model, and obviously has bad luck with women.

Pulling yourself up off your couch and throwing a blazer back over your shoulders you strode off down to the other end of the hallway.

“Mingyu? Mingyu seriously answer your phone? Hello!”

The door opened revealing a semi-naked girl, she was pretty sure, blonde, tall, nice eyes, but boring.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Mingyu’s sister, who the fuck are you?”

“Oh my god! So sorry, hi so nice to meet you, I’m Ailee his gir-“

“My friend, y/n. What’s wrong?”

Letting yourself passes the bra sporting blonde you looked Mingyu straight in the face and pulled out your best crying face, it was easy today being that you’re pissed about work and that stupid fucking quiz.

“It’s dad, he fell. I don’t think it’s good, we have to go.”

“Oh. Okay, let me change.”

Mingyu pulled in his jeans and a white t-shirt, grabbed his fancy leather wallet from the counter and pulled you through the front door of his condo.

“Ailee, let yourself out okay?”

“Call me?”

“Uh, maybe it sounds like this is bad, maybe we should stop seeing each other? I’ll call you.”

The truth is Mingyu was never going to call her, he said that to all the others. Yet, you never saw them again.

Silently you open the door to your place and shut it behind you.

“She seems nice.”

“Yeah trust me, she’s not.”

“Noted. But, better than that crazy red headed girl, Cass was it?”

“We don’t have to talk about her.”

“Missing that jacket still?”

“Yes.”

Mingyu took his place on your leather armchair and sipped the coffee you had initially made for yourself.

“What is this? What’s your number?”

“Oh my god. Stop looking at my shit.”

You whipped the lid of your laptop close and stole it out of his hands

“Do you really think anyone cares how many people you sleep with? Isn’t that kind of fucked up?”

“You can only say that because well, one your a man and two you’ve fucked basically half the women in this city.”

“Not true, we haven’t fucked.”

“Right and we will not.”

“Sure, sure keep telling yourself that. So what is it? 12?”

“Do you really need that answer?”

“Yes. And I will bother you until you tell me.”

“17.”

Mingyu laughed, not because he felt bad for you or that you were going to hell for fucking 17 people, but because he didn’t see the big deal.

“Oh come on, that is not that bad.”

“What’s yours?”

“Maybe 20?”

“We are way too close in number for me to not feel weird about it now.”

“Because it doesn’t matter, why do you think you couldn’t get a husband or boyfriend or whatever the fuck you want because of that?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t until today I guess.”

“Bad day?”

The dark haired man’s head nodded towards the unpacked cardboard box sitting on your dining table.

“Weird day. And now I have to go see my family at an overly fancy party and sit around clutching cocktails and lie that I didn’t lose my job, just until their precious boy is married off.”

“Ah, the black sheep of a rich family huh?”

“Shut up, no. They’re just judgmental is all. Well, my mom is anyway.”

“I see. What are you wearing?”

“I don’t know? What’s wrong with what I have on now?”

Mingyu looked you over in your semi unbuttoned dress shirt and oversized trousers, sexy and sophisticated, but a little boring for a party.

“Actually you look good. But, it’s not exactly giving a cocktail party for the sister of the groom. Especially if your mom is as judgmental as you say.”

“Okay, go in my closet then. Work your weird model magic or whatever, Mr. Jeans and white tee.”

“Anything for you, rich girl.”

You walked Mingyu through your bedroom into the oversized walk in closet, filled to the brim of clothes, half of them with tags still on. Gifts from boyfriends, friends, your mother.

“Wow, I didn’t expect this.”

“And what did you expect?”

“A closet turned into an office and like five pairs of the same pants, maybe matching pajama sets. But not this.”

Sitting down on the small stool you let the man rifle his way through the various colors of fabric.

“Okay, so this black dress. It’s tight but not overwhelmingly, it’ll show your figure and still make you appropriate. These tall black boots, sexy to show off your long legs and make you look even taller, a nice bag, maybe.. this red one? Or the green, just for a pop of color. Put it on.”

“You finish quickly .”

“Never had a woman say that to me before. Hurry up.”

Smirking, you run back into your bedroom, out of sight from the man tapping his fingers on the marble countertop of your dressing room, sliding into the outfit he picked out.

“Okay, I look-“

“Beautiful.”

“Really? Don’t you think this is a little much? I mean, for this?”

“Not at all, it’s actually really simple. May I?”

He held up a silver chain necklace in his hands and waited until you nodded as he strung it around your neck.

“Perfect. Now, leave your hair up. Maybe a nice bun and curl the front pieces? You look nice without makeup on, but do that cute winged liner look you do with a nude lip.”

“Okay, since when did you become a stylist?”

“I’m a model, I know what I’m talking about. Come on, chop chop.”

“Okay, mom. Jesus.”

“Dad. Daddy, actually.”

“That's never happening.”

Doing his instructions as he asked, you curled the front pieces of your hair letting it softly dangle in front of your face and placed the rest up on the crown of your head in a loosely tied knot.

“Okay. So maybe you’re good at this.”

“I know. If you need my help further, you know where to find me.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Aren’t you?”

Holding up your phone you realized how much time has passed and grabbed your keys.

“Right. Thank you.”

“My pleasure. See you soon, y/n.”

“Bye, Gyu.”

Walking up to the front steps of your parents luxurious brown stone, you felt the cold sweat under your armpits before walking in the front door.

“Y/N holy shit, where have you been? Mom is going to kick your ass.”

“Sorry, Chanie. I had something going on. Where is she?”

“In the dining room with Marnie and Seungcheol. Talking about wedding stuff, please save us.”

Coming to your brother's rescue was part of the job of being an older sister. Seeing him settle down and get engaged to a girl like Marnie was amazing for you, she was everything he needed, and it was nice to have another girl in your family.

Grabbing a glass of champagne from the silver tray of a waiter, you strode up to your mother in your childhood home, still as nervous as you would have been as a little girl to be under her gaze.

“Aw, my baby. Finally arrived. Hello.”

“Hi, Mom. Hello, guys.”

You mom hugged you giving a kiss on both of your blushing cheeks passing you along to greet your brother's future wife and his friend Seungcheol.

“Y/N, you look amazing. Where did you get this beautiful dress?”

“Thank you. My friend helped me pick this out actually, I don’t remember where it’s from.”

“Friend? Which friend is this, darling?”

“His name is Mingyu, he’s my neighbor.”

“Gay? He has wonderful taste.”

“No, not gay mom. He’s a model.”

“Oh wow, can I see a photo? Why didn’t you bring him?”

“Maybe next time.”

After downing the first glass of alcohol you quickly look for another, Seungcheol already holding a glass in his hand for you with a wink.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

“Y/N, can you go find your father? Now that you're here we can start dinner.”

“Yep.”

Strolling throw the various rooms full of priceless knickknacks and photos of your youth, you stop at the open oak doors of your fathers study, looking at him for a moment, behind his desk, glasses on, reading his book.

“Hello, Dad. May I come in?”

“Y/N, yes of course. Just hiding out here until I can eat some dinner. How are you?”

“I’m okay, mom sent me to get you to come eat. What are you reading?”

“Oh, just some Orwell. Relaxes me.”

“Shall we, sir?”

“Yes, my girl.”

You held your arm out for your father, he was always your best friend, someone who no matter what supported everything you wanted to do. He was stern, but even after parenting you he would end it with a hug and a piece of candy, seeing him grow older had your heart in pain.

Searching the table for your placecard, it sat you right in between your brother and Seungcheol, his best man and best friend for longer than you could ever remember.

“Are you coming to his bachelor mixer?”

Seungcheol’s long eyelashes fluttered in front of your face and you noticed how much more mature he looked, he was always cute, but it’s grown on you now.

“Are you going to embarrass me?”

“I’m not the one who got drunk in college and broke her arm trying to dive into the fountain.”

“Ouch. At least I haven’t shit myself drunk as an adult and embarrassed myself in front of the girl I liked.”

“I did not shit myself. It was a fart.”

“A fart with a little poop, a shart if you will. What did they call you? Shart Seungcheol?”

Your mother interrupted the light flirting you two were enjoying and gave a speech about how lovely it is to see her baby marrying a second daughter and so on and so on.

After everyone downed their salmon and fancy finger food, you got into the silly party bus along side the rest of the bridal party, moving on to the night of drinking ahead of you.

“Guys let’s play a game on the way to the bar.”

Your brother's fiancé spoke, turning down the music and passing around multiple bottles of tequila and glasses.

“Everyone right down a confession on your paper. If we guess whose it is, they have to drink, but if you get it wrong you drink.”

Looking down at the small pink sheet of paper you wrote about your day, your sex number, and you losing your job. Maybe nobody will get it, maybe nobody will care because they’ll be equally as drunk.

The game went on as your anxiety grew and nobody had chosen your confession yet, that was until your brother pulled one of the last sheets of paper out from the bowl.

“Today I lost my job, I let a stupid magazine article tell me how women who have sex with more than 15 men means they’re unloveable and unwanted. I can’t wait to get fucked up. Congratulations! Well that’s my sister.”

“What? How did you guess that?”

“I know your handwriting dumbass, drink, everyone drink.”

Your night continued, nobody mentioned your failure as a person, they just celebrated the happy couple.

More and more drinks in, maybe the same amount of people you’ve had sex with. You took it upon yourself to get people on the dance floor, when you felt a pair of hands coming up on your hips, turning around to curse them out, you recognized the eyes staring back at you.

Mingyu.

“What the hell are you doing here!?”

“Birthday party, we always come here. What the hell are you doing here?”

“Mixed sexes bachelor party.”

Mingyu's hands were still resting on your hips, on top of the very dress he helped you pick out hours before.

“Exciting. Want to get a drink with me?”

“I have one.”

You held up the half empty glass of your Negroni and Mingyu snatched it from your grip, downing it for you.

“You’re paying.”

“Yes. That was the plan.”

His hand pulled out off the dance floor and back over to a pair black leather bar stools, waving the bartender over.

“Two whiskey sours please.”

“No, one whiskey sour. I’ll have a whiskey neat.”

The bartender nodded working his magic for the two rocks glasses.

“Here you go, tab Mingyu?”

“Yes, thanks John.”

“Wow first name bases?”

“I told you we like to come here. Who’s the pale dude staring at us?”

You turned around to look at your brother, cheering you from across the bar.

“My brother, Chan. His wedding party.”

“Yes, I remember. I meant the one next to him?”

“Ah, Seungcheol. Best man.”

“He wants to fuck you, maybe he’s lucky number eighteen.”

“Maybe he was lucky number ten back in the day.”

“Do you remember his number?”

“No, but I’ve already fucked him. In college.”

“Ah, I see. Still on the hunt?”

“Not at all actually, I’m celabte now.”

“No way, I bet you could find many dudes who’d want to fuck you here.”

“It’s a matter of if I want to fuck them no?”

“Touchè”

“What about him?”

Mingyu pointed to a tall blonde, long hair, and pretty lips.

“Gorgeous. But not my style. I’m not really in the mood to get laid.”

“And let my work go to waste?”

You smiled, sipping your drink and feeling the warm liquid enter your body.

“You didn’t give me my beautiful face and fat ass, you just put it in a dress. And as my dad says, leave them wanting more.”

“You’re a very funny drunk, she shocks me even more.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you ever get tired of having me save your ass from all those girls? Don’t you want to settle down and not have your neighbor coming over to rescue you all the time?”

“Maybe the reason I do it is so you’ll save me.”

“Shut up.”

“No. I’m serious. I like hanging out with you, I enjoy seeing you, and you’re very entertaining. I like role play.”

“I see, you have a kink.”

“All jokes aside, I like seeing you.”

You were surprised by his gentle voice and nature, you always knew him from the outside, a beautiful guy who has bad luck getting girls out of his apartment for whatever reason.

“I like seeing you too.”

Mingyu's hand rested on your thigh as he looked towards the same dance floor he pulled you from before, basically begging you with his eyes to come back out with him.

You agreed, holding his hands through various sweaty bodies, some you knew and some you didn’t. Dancing along with them to the rhythm of the song, holding yourself up on Mingyu's large frame

“Surprised to see you in something other than jeans and a tee.”

“You like?”

“If I say yes are you going to fuck with me over it?”

“Maybe. Are you going to let me be your lucky number eighteen?”

“If you promise you don’t have some random girl barge in your door tomorrow to get me to leave?”

“She’ll be tied up.”

“Let’s go. I have to say bye to my brother first. Come on.”

Walking towards the door you spot Chan playing darts with Marnie, who was obviously kicking his ass.

“Hey! I’m going to head out, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Is this Mingyu?”

“Oh shit, yes Marnie, Chan, this is Mingyu. Mingyu, this is my brother Chan and his fiancé Marnie.”

Mingyu outstretched his hand to the couple, shaking it kindly.

“Nice to meet you man, my sister talks about you a lot. Be good to her.”

“Chan, shut the hell up. Love you both, mwah mwah.”

“Mingyu if you’re free tomorrow, y/n has a plus one. We’d love to have you.”

Smiling and whisking Mingyu out of the front door, you began to run together through the light rain falling, two blocks to your apartment.

“Sorry, my brothers, an idiot.”

“He seems nice, his wife to be too.”

You felt your hands shaking in nervousness riding up the elevator to your shared floor. Stepping off and standing in the hallway between your two front doors.

“Your place or mine?”

“Well, I picked you up didn't I? Come to mine.”

Mingyu led you through his familiar front door and helped you out of your wet clothes, throwing them in his washing machine.

Now standing in his living room, just in your black lace bra and panties, feeling like all those other girls before. Almost in fear of someone knocking to kick you out of his dimmed apartment.

“Come on.”

You giggled as he picked up your half naked frame and carried you into his bedroom.

“Lay down. Off the edge of the bed, trust me.”

You didn’t say anything just followed his instructions as his fingers came and wrapped themselves around your lace underwear, blowing on your clit with his soft breath as he pulled them down your freshly shaved legs.

“Fuck.”

His lips came in contact between your heated center, splitting his kisses between your aching parts and your thighs.

Your hands working their way through his hair as he used his tongue to work his way around your clit and between your folds, pushing you closer and closer into your own euphoria.

Maybe you understood why girls didn’t want to let him go, if this was his head game, you can’t even imagine what could come next.

“You taste so sweet, I should’ve known better to be careful, I might get addicted to you.”

“Stop with the niceties, Gyu. Can you please fuck me?”

“Eager are we?”

“Yes.”

Mingyu pulled you up by the back of your neck, forcing your head near the top of his dick, waiting for you to wrap your mouth around it and get it sopping wet so he could enter in between your legs.

“Oh, baby, that feels so good. I love watching you on my dick, but we have to stop before you get me going too much.”

Your head turned up at him, mascara slightly spilling under your eyes, as you opened your mouth searching for the feeling of his lips on yours, before he planted in on you he spit into your mouth, and inserted himself between the same thighs he was kissing before, slowly entering inch by inch, making you wait to feel him fully inside of you even more.

“Comfortable, baby?”

“Yes, faster please.”

“So polite, but as you said before, leave them wanting more and more. I want you to get riled up.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”

His thrusting became more rapid with your soft moaning, kissing your neck in the process, riding out your high with you, you felt him begging to slow down as his teeth wrapped around your hard nipples, sucking softly at them.

“You’re so delicious, I don’t think I can last much longer.”

“Me either, but it’s only round one.”

“Do you want to do this again?”

“Eighteen has always been my lucky number, now fill me up.”

With your final words, Mingyu rode the rest of his high before finishing inside of you, placing a soft kiss on your perfectly pink lips, and dipping his head back down to your center to clean you up with his mouth.

“Want to stay?”

“Is that alright?”

“Yeah, come on. Let’s shower.”

The tall man led you into his beautiful marble bathroom and turned the water on in his shower built for two.

“I meant what I said at the bar, you know. I like being with you.”

Your long arms reached up to his hair, massaging his scalp with shampoo.

“I meant what I said too, lucky eighteen.”

“So I’m your lucky number?”

“Yes, don’t tell my mom tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell her that you called me sir and the ass she gave you is indeed perfect.”

You planted a soft kiss on his lips, before pushing him back under the warm water of the shower head.

“I dare you.”

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delcakoo · 2 years

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back off!↷*‧₊˚ p.sh

requested by nonnie, hope you’re okay :c

SUMMARY ! after wandering off at the grocery store, sunghoon is less than pleased to find some stranger trying to ask you out on a date. but no need to worry, he’s ready to put the guy in his place!

PAIRING ! sunghoon x fem!reader

WC ! 1.1k

GENRE ! fluff and crack ft jealous hoon

a/n: back to back posts whats going on ema?! well u see. i cant resist writing for my bf..

sunghoon knew going shopping with you was going to go one out of two ways.

option one, you’d somehow manipulate him into purchasing an armful of stuffed animals for your collection since — according to you — they were replacements for when he was away (which he was pretty offended about; how could those inanimate objects compare to the park sunghoon?), or option two, you’d find a way to escape his protective watch over you and wander off somewhere.

update from sunghoon in the future: it was option two. or perhaps it’d be both, considering he was yet to find you.

sunghoon swore you did these things to him on purpose sometimes.

he was only distracted for a mere minute by all the different cereals on display, and yet you still somehow disappeared in those sixty seconds. “personally, i say we get rice krispies ‘cause i mean,” he scoffs as if it’s obvious, “let’s be real, you can never go wrong with rice krispies. and not those rip off chocolate ones! i mean the good ol’, classic regular ones. don’t you think—“

when sunghoon turns to give you a convincing perk of his lips, his face quickly drops in the realization that you’re nowhere to be found. “y/n..?” he finishes hesitantly.

with a stressed sigh, the boy quickly throws his rice krispies into your cart before pushing it onto the outside of the aisles, speed walking through the store while anxiously scanning each column for your bright purple winter coat.

yes, you may be a fully functioning person with a brain, but sunghoon highly preferred having you under his supervision at all times when it came to grocery shopping. who knew what strange goldfish flavor you were going to force him to buy, or what sale signs you were looking at, probably getting ready to say something like, “hoonie look, i can get twelve kitkat bars for only 15$! quite the bargain, huh?”

however, sunghoon quickly wishes it was the goldfish you were looking at, because the predicament he finds you in is much, much worse than any chocolate sale.

while your boyfriend was off having an inner debate over cereal like usual, you had gotten slightly distracted by a giant sign saying “buy two ice cream cartons, get one 50% now!”

who in their right mind would turn down a deal on ice cream? definitely not you!

you had eagerly waddled over to the ice cream aisle, smiling giddily at the thought of bringing back cartons of dessert for you and your boyfriend to share. just as you reach out to pull open the freezer door, a larger hand lands just on top of yours.

eyes widening, you whip your head over to meet eyes with a shockingly handsome stranger. he’s remarkably tall — though not as tall as sunghoon — you note.

when he looks down at you, he smiles in interest, quickly moving his hand off yours. “my apologies,mmiss.”

“oh, no worries.” you grin back, pulling open the fridge door for the both of you. as you begin to scan through the different flavors, the man’s voice interrupts you again.

“what’re you thinking of getting?” he inquires with a raise of his brow.

you glance back at him for a moment, pondering. “mm, maybe strawberry, i've actually never tried it before,” with your confession, you rub the back of your neck shyly.

the stranger gasps, looking at you offended. “what?! how have you never had strawberry ice cream?”

“i don’t know!” you defend with a giggle, “to be fair, i haven’t tried any flavor really— besides the basic chocolate and vanilla.”

the man reaches into the fridge to grab the strawberry ice cream — which was placed almost mockingly on the highest shelf possible — before handing it to you with a smirk. “if you want, i could take you out to try some other flavors?”

oh, was he trying to flirt with you this whole time?

guiltily, you quickly shake your head.” i’m sorry, you seem really nice, but i’m actually here with my— oof!”

before you know it, you’ve been pulled back into a sturdy embrace, the familiar smell of sunghoon surrounding you. his handsome face is slightly wrinkled due to a displeased frown, brows furrowed as he studies the man up and down. “hi hoon!” you say, beaming obliviously.

when he hears your voice, he looks down at you, fangs poking through his smile in adoration. “hi baby.” his smile vanishes as fast as it appears when he looks back up at the stranger in front of you. “and what do we have here?”

the man gulps, still awkwardly holding the carton of strawberry ice cream. “well- well i was actually just-“

“trying to ask my girlfriend out?”

“well technically yes, but i didn’t know that-“

“that your old navy sweater has a suspicious looking ketchup stain on the left sleeve?” sunghoon calls out condescendingly, “or that your hairline seems to be slightly receding, especially on the right side?”

your jaw drops, about to scold the boy before he continues, “y’know, before trying to ask someone out, especially someone who’s totally out of your league by the way, i’d start there.” with the final blow, sunghoon shrugs while pointing to the nearby clothes aisle, not before stealing the ice cream carton right out of the man’s arms.

as your boyfriend leads you away with a guiding hand on your back, you hear the man mutter an ‘asshole’ from behind you. sunghoon only snickers smugly, while you shake your head with a giggle.

“my big, strong, man!” you mock as soon as you’ve left the store with a teasing grin, “reclaiming his turf! marking his territory!” sunghoon blushes a bright red, looking away from you shyly. “asserting his dominance-“

“okay i get it, jagi,” he whines in embarrassment, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.

you snicker in amusement, looking down at the strawberry ice cream in your grocery bag. “i mean, that was pretty good, i gotta admit. like— the hairline comment? did you learn that from niki?”

your boyfriend just sighs in defeat. “you’re never gonna live this down, are you?”

“nope!” you chirp, “but at least you look hot when you’re all protective.”

“just wait til’ you get jealous, i’m remembering this,” he mutters with a pout.

“whatever you say, love.”

it was safe to say that after today, sunghoon would never be complaining about your plushie or goldfish purchases ever again.

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goodbuckcharlie · 30 days

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Big brother Z

Warning- a little bit of suggestive language and a photo where two people flip each other off, I don’t know if that needs a warning but apparently tumblr puts it as “mature content”

Notes- this is part 4 and the last part of this chapter but please go read parts 1-3 first

Best friends brother masterlist

@/trevorzegras

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@/randi.Kingston- ur just mad ur girl likes me better

@/trevorzegras- not true

@/dixiedameilio- 🤫

@/alexturcotte- I’ll take her from you

@/trevorzegras- back off she’s my pretend little sister

@/alexturcotte- she’s a kings fan

@/trevorzegras- not everyone is perfect

@/jackhughes-she looks so small in that first photo

@/randi.Kingston- i am small

@/ally_hughes- tf you are, girl you are the tallest on the team

@/randi.Kingston- born to be small, forced to be tall😢

@/masonmctavish25- she’s only been here for three days and I like her better than I like you

@/randi.Kingston- thank you mason you’re my favorite ducks player

@/jaimedrysdale- 🥺🥺

@randi.Kingston- dw jimmy ur a close second

@/randi.Kingston

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Caption- despite always giving you a hard time, I do appreciate you big brother Z, and shout out to Dixie, Alex, Jaime, and Mason for making this week amazing.

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@/trevorzegras- MY HEART, SHE DOES CARE ABOUT ME, IM TELLING EVERYONE

@/randi.Kingston- shut up before I take it back

@/trevorzegras- too late I already screenshotted it and I’m going to print it out and hang it for everyone to see

@/dixiedameilio- it was so amazing to meet you, I’m glad I could be part of your la experience

@/randi.Kingston- you are such an angel

@/masonmctavish25- I heard you need a new ft buddy, call me anytime😉

@/trevorzegras- THATS MY BOY SHOOT YOUR SHOT

@/adamfantilli- wait if you are taking applications I’ll be your ft buddy

@/dawson1417- me too

@/lhughes_06- that roll is occupied thank you very much

@/rutgermcgroarty- yeah by me

@/umichfan- rut and Luke beefing over Randi is my Roman Empire

@/luca.fantilli- me too i hear both of them complain about the other and it’s hilarious

@/ally_hughes- you should see the family gc

@/randi.Kingston

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@/ally_hughes- Kevin 👑

@/randi.Kingston- fr 👑

@/edwards.73- that cat is hell spawn

@/randi.Kingston- leave my baby alone

@/edwards.73- he scratched me

@/randi.Kingston- I told you, you scarred him

@/_quinnhughes- do I want to know why he did?

@/randi.Kingston- no no you don’t

@/rutgermcgroarty- my son

@/randi.Kingston- uhhh I think not

@/rutgermcgroarty-daddy Mcgroarty is here for duty

@/randi.Kingston- never call yourself daddy again

@/rutgermcgroarty- youre right I preferred if you called me that instead😉

@/Randi.Kingston- that’s it I’m banning you from commenting

@/lhughes_06-call me please

@/randi.Kingston- you have 15 minutes Hughes, don’t keep me waiting

#hockey imagine #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl #nj devils imagine #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes

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bubvy · 6 days

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Welcome to pt. 5 of the Sanctuary AU

Turns out, as Missa has now learned, there are quite a few more people who live in the sanctuary. Apparently quite a few of them tend to spend their time off exploring, or live in other areas of the woods.

At one point during their talk, Phil had to take the time to laugh and tell Missa how he isn’t technically the dad to quite a few of them.

“In all honesty, I’m surprised you haven’t seen Tommy yet, he’s definitely one of the most sociable ones. Gosh and wherever Tommy goes, Tech isn’t far behind. Always there to keep him in check.” Phil said, laughing at his last comment.

Missa couldn’t help but imagine the two. Two kids, probably not much older than chayanne. Gosh he bets the bunny hybrid is adorable.

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Missa can say with full certainty that he takes back his last thought.

He had still been awake long after the sun had set, talking to Phil about anything and everything. (what can he say? He’s interesting.) Eventually Phil had bid him goodnight and started to make his rounds in the sanctuary, leaving Missa to walk back to his house. Not being tired, he decided to take the long way back. He always did like the stars.

He had ended up dozing off during his walk, just enjoying the quiet night and taking the time to be relaxed, as relaxed as a skeleton with the anxiety equivalent of a small chihuahua can be, when he heard something moving in the bushes.

Before he could react a yellow blur came flying at him.

He stumbled back from the force of whatever it was slamming into him at full force, only for it to grab hold of his shirt and hang on.

As he opened his eyes that he hadn’t realized he closed, he found himself face to face with… a child?

Holding onto him was a.. Wolf hybrid? A younger one at that. He’d bet on around 15 at the oldest.

The child was leaning incredibly close to his face, to where the only thing he could see was its extremely blue eyes peering into his soul. (At least he assumed that’s what it was doing.)

Their unofficial staring contest continued for a few long seconds before the child grinned with all of his many, many teeth, and said, “You drool in your sleep,” before pushing off his chest and throwing himself backwards.

Missa stumbles back, trying to regain his footing from his impromptu experience as a springboard. Looking up, he looks to see where the kid scurried off to, only to freeze.

The child had attached himself to what he could only describe as a wall of a creature.

It was towering above him, likely well over 6 ft tall. Pink hair that went down its back, sharp tusks, and.. pink rabbit ears..?

Wait a minute.. THIS WAS TECHNOBLADE? THE RABBIT HYBRID?????

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #missa fanart #tommyinnit fanart #technofanart #death duo #bubvy sanctuary au #bedrock bros #sbi

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firstdivisiongirl · 5 months

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Day 22: Mihawk - I Can’t Believe You’re Not Going to be Home for Christmas

WARNING: Angst with a Happy Ending

If there was one thing you knew when it came to Mihawk, it was that the man was never home. He was a pirate and that required a lot of work, especially because he was a warlord. He was the biggest workaholic you knew. But you loved him anyway. He promised you that he’d try to be home for Christmas, but as usual it wasn’t going to happen.

“I can’t believe you’re not going to be home for Christmas,” you said with a sigh, “can’t they let you have one day off!”

“I’m sorry. I’ll be back for New Year,” he said, grabbing Yoru and walking out the door to the dock on your little creepy island. As the door closed, all the tears you had held in came pouring out.

It was officially the week before Christmas and you had so much to do. Usually, Mihawk would know when he has to leave, so he’d help you decorate beforehand. But since this was a last minute call, you were left to do it all. This was the one time of year that you could make Kuraigana Castle look a little less of a Nightmare Before Christmas. You decided the first thing to do was put up the tree. It was basically the centerpiece. Right now, you really wished he was here to help. Currently, you were standing on the top of a ladder putting on your beautiful handcrafted star that Shanks gave you as a wedding gift. Even with the ladder, you weren’t tall enough to reach the top. You stood on your toes trying to reach it. You reached and reached to get the star on, but you lost your footing and pushed the ladder back as you fell. It was a long drop, especially since your tree was at least 15 ft. tall (what? This place has high ceilings. You can have a crazy tall tree). You closed your eyes waiting for your hard impact with the ground. Great, you thought, Mihawk is going to come home to find me dead. But, that impact never came. When you opened your eyes, the amber eyes of your husband met yours. He had caught you before you went splat. “Mihawk,” you rejoiced, wrapping your arms around his neck hugging him, “what are you doing here?”

“They decided to have Boa handle it. I’m here until the new year. Thought it’d be a nice surprise,” he said before putting you down and kissing you.

“Well it is. Thank you so much for saving me. Now, we have a lot of work to do. Christmas decorations don’t put themselves up!”

He held you close. He was happy to be home for Christmas. But to be honest, anywhere with you felt like home to him.

Please do not copy, modify, translate, repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

#one piece #trafalgar d vivi #25 days of a one piece christmas #christmas event #christmas #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #one piece mihawk #mihawk x reader #op mihawk #mihawk x you #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #op x you #op x reader #op x y/n #x reader #hurt to comfort

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bluetorchsky · 17 days

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WIP of Accordion and Violin’s fusion, Harmony (He/Him, They/Them). This is their first form when they first formed with the Music Dragons, so their second look with the Toppats will be different.

Harmony is about 14.5-15 ft tall, so he’s VERY tall, quiet but expressive when it calls for it. He never stays around for too long, as it takes a lot of magic and energy from Accordion and Violin to stay together as a fusion. When he speaks, it’s a blend of Accordion and Violin’s voice, which can be soothing to their loved ones, or a deafening sound to those they want to kill.

Their first pair of arms have the prosthetics of Accordion, while the second pair are Violin’s. There are also extra magical pair of arms that are based on the souls that are etched into Accordion’s prosthetics.

I’ll refine this info at some point, when I get this finished and redo some stuff

#bluetorchsky #bluetorchsky wips #thsc oc #henry stickmin oc #thsc accordion #thsc violin #thsc harmony #oliver arc #trent coil #am so tired #but i wanted to cook a little

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thecreaturecodex · 13 days

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Sartan

Still from Return of Ultraman accessed at the Ultraman Wiki here

[I am coming to the Ultra franchise pretty much cold, and am watching it in isolation from its fandom except for my girlfriend @abominationimperatrix. One of the things that I gather from her is that the monsters that stand out to me from these series are rarely fandom favorites. Like, I'm not planning on statting up Black King or Gudon or Twintail from Return of Ultraman... but this ratty anthro Snuffleupagus was immediately on my list. Part of that is how grody and gross he looks. Part of it is he has an interesting power set, one that led to my conception of the flavor text. It seems that Tsubaraya Studios thought the idea of a ninja elephant was worth exploring long before it was a joke on RPG.net about D&D 3.0's skill system]

Sartan CR 17 CE Monstrous Humanoid This creature is as tall as a building. Its features are lumpy and misshapen, with bulging eyes and sparse, bristly hair growing from its head. It has a long, elephant-like trunk, clawed hands, and a short tail.

A sartan is an interplanetary thrill killer. They travel from world to world, using their powers of invisibility to spy on people and learn who their heroes are. They then seek these heroes out and kill them for no reason other than to challenge their abilities and to cause other people emotional suffering. Sartans are cruel and enjoy collateral damage in these assassination attempts. Some powerful entities attempt to hire sartans to work for them as assassins, but sartans care little for money. Only if a target interests them, or if the employer resorts to charm spells, will they take on one of these jobs.

A sartan usually only enters combat if it suits them, whether because they have found their target, they want to lure that target into the open, or if they just feel like committing some cruelty for fun. Their supernatural abilities are mostly defensive—a sartan is invisible unless it chooses to appear, or is actively locked in combat. They can become incorporeal, which they often do in order to have mundane weapons pass right through them. When it comes to actual violence, however, sartans do it the old-fashioned way, by getting their claws bloody or grabbing a foe with their trunks and squeezing it to death. Sartans value their own hides too strongly to fight to the death. They will usually attempt to flee a losing battle, but may come back for a rematch on their own terms.

Sartan CR 17 XP 102,400 CE Colossal monstrous humanoid Init +13; Senses darkvision 120 ft., Perception +24, scent, see invisibility

Defense AC 32, touch 12, flat-footed 32 (-8 size, +9 Dex, +1 dodge, +20 natural) hp 261 (18d10+162) Fort +15, Ref +20, Will +14 DR 15/magic; Resist electricity 20, fire 20 Defensive Abilities evasion, ghost form, natural invisibility, uncanny dodge

Offense Speed 60 ft. Melee 2 claws +23 (2d8+13/19-20), slam +23 (4d6+13 plus grab) Space 30 ft.; Reach 30 ft. Special Attacks constrict (4d6+19), leap attack, strangle, studied target (+4, swift action, up to 4 targets) Spell-like Abilities CL 18th, concentration +22 Constant—comprehend languages, see invisibility 1/day—find the path

Statistics Str 36, Dex 28, Con 29, Int 11, Wis 17, Cha 18 Base Atk +18; CMB +39 (+43 grapple and sunder); CMD 59 (61 vs. sunder) Feats Dodge, Greater Sunder, Improved Critical (claw), Improved Initiative, Improved Sunder, Mobility, Power Attack, Skill Focus (Stealth), Spring Attack Skills Acrobatics +27 (+39 when jumping), Perception +24, Stealth +28, Survival +24; Racial Modifiers +8 Stealth Languages Aklo SQ meteoric starflight

Ecology Environment any land Organization solitary Treasure standard

Special Abilities Ghost Form (Su) A sartan can become incorporeal as a swift action. In this form, it loses its natural armor but gains a deflection bonus to Armor Class and CMD equal to its Charisma modifier. It cannot make attacks in this form, but does gain a fly speed equal to twice its land speed with perfect maneuverability. It can resume corporeality as a free action. A sartan can remain incorporeal for a number of minutes up to its Hit Dice in a day. Leap Attack (Su) As a full round action, a sartan can launch itself an impossible distance, traveling up to 1000 feet in a single bound. This movement can be vertical or horizontal, and the sartan lands on its feet unharmed regardless of the height it travels. It can make a single melee attack against an opponent in its reach during any part of this movement. A sartan can use this ability once every 1d4 rounds. Meteoric Starflight (Su) Over the course of 1 minute, a sartan can turn itself into a Medium sized hovering rock-like object, then blast itself into space. In this meteoric form, it has hardness 8, can make no attacks, and requires no food, water or air. In this form, it can fly at a speed of 300 ft. with perfect maneuverability, and can survive in the void of outer space and fly with incredible speed. Although exact travel times vary, a trip within a single solar system should take 3d20 hours, while a trip beyond should take 3d20 days (or more, at the GM’s discretion)—provided the sartan knows the way to its destination. Natural Invisibility (Su) A sartan can become invisible or visible as a move action. Its invisibility is broken when it attacks. Strangle (Ex) Due to its enormous size, a sartan can only strangle when it is grappling an opponent of Huge or larger size. Studied Target (Ex) A sartan gains the studied target ability of a slayer with a level equal to its Hit Dice. It does not gain other slayer class abilities, such as sneak attack or slayer talents, unless it takes levels in the slayer class.

#sartan #ultraman #return of ultraman #kaiju #pathfinder 1e #monstrous humanoid #ninja #elephant #ninja elephant

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corrupter16 · 28 days

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He got too silli

Anyway, here's his true physical form that was given to him by the one and only Kinito✨️

(Aden literally cannot code for shit otherwise he'll create monstrosities so he has to rely on Kinito lmfao)

Here's a bit of info about this form!:

His pupil tend to slit and dilated at an abnormal size, making it somewhat hard for other to tell what emotion hes feeling.

He's 15 ft tall in this form, while he's a staggering 35 ft long from head to tail.

When upset, his whole head (and maybe even body) will turn black and white.

He doesn't often show his mouth, but the look of his mouth can be jagged, goopy, whatever.

He tends to curl like a snake when resting/sleeping.

He has no back legs, but he does have arms up from that are somewhat short but can still be used for gripping and such.

His webbed spines and frills can help with indicating emotion.

(Some more info may be added later in the future!)

#kinito x y/n #kinito au #kinito my beloved #kinito oc #kinito #kinito the axolotl #kinitopet #kinito fanart

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lthrcwby63 · 4 months

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What got me into my love of the noose.

" BUCK "

His name was Hamet. A young Quarter horse gelding, palomino in color with four white socks, mane and tail. He was, for a while, my only friend. I'd brush him down and tell him my problems. I had always dreamed of being a cowboy, and when I was old enough, I went out and bought a black and silver saddle, and a full set of leathers. I looked hot on horseback, new dark blue Levis, a light blue denim shirt, black vest, chaps and boots.

I lived about 60 miles south of Seattle, in an area somewhat redneck, a lot of local 'good ol' boys'. Hamet was new to being a saddle horse so I was out training him most of the time. Trail riding was probably the best time we had to ourselves. Just leaning back in the saddle with my dick out, jerking off, and Hamet, walking along rocking me back and forth.

Hamet was boarded on a ranch next to the Ft. Lewis Military Base. The Base spread over most of a three-county area. There were a lot of trails that the local horsemen used, working on their endurance riding. The ranch itself was small, only about 20 stalls for horses, a farm house and an outhouse for the boarders to use. Some of the Military men thought it was a great place to stable their horses so they were out there riding almost all the time.

One day when I was at the ranch, brushing Hamet down for a ride, a man came into the barn. I was bent over cleaning Hamet's hooves and saw a pair of polished brown boots coming over to me. He wore silver spurs, his chaps were slung over his shoulder and were a worn dark brown, stained with horse sweat. He had a large belt buckle with a bucking bronco inset, tight faded Wranglers tucked into his boots and a large bulge where is cock and balls were setting. A dark denim shirt, bandanna and a tall, wide brimmed Stetson. He must have stood 6' 6" with a massive chest and the shirt he wore was tight and showed the curves of muscles beneath the denim. I dropped Hamet's hoof and looked into lake blue, piercing, eyes. His hair, military short, was coal black and he sported a large well-trimmed mustache. He had bought the large bay horse next to Hamet.

The man's name was Buck. I asked him if that was his real name or just a handle. He told me it was real, and then smiled. I felt very warm. He said he was from Oklahoma City area and had grown up on his father's ranch. We talked for about 15 to 20 minutes about some of the better trails on the military reservation. By the time we were finished talking, my cock was hard and needing relief. He brought out Beau, his new horse, and started to groom him for his ride. I made my way to the outhouse for a quick jack-off session. I stopped and looked around. The ranch was pretty much deserted except for Buck and myself. I stepped inside, whipped out my cock and started to stroke off.

I guess Buck needed to piss before his ride and headed to the outhouse and caught me cumin. Cum spurted out of my cock and spattered on his boots. He and I held eye contact for just a few seconds, he winked at me, stepped back out and closed the door. I was so embarrassed, not at being caught jacking off. I had shot my load on his boot. They were polished, he must have spent hours on them. Great first impression, Huh?

I must have waited 15 minutes before I had the nerve to get out of the outhouse. I figured he would be on his ride by then. When I got back to the barn he and Beau were gone.

Hamet was getting impatient so I went to my truck and got out my black chaps and vest, put them on, swung up into the saddle, and we were off down the trail. The weather was great. Blue sky above and not too hot or cold. A light breeze blowing in from the south. Everywhere you looked there was new leaf green. I was still hot! Damn, my cock was being rubbed by the action of the saddle against my thigh. We were about 40 minutes into our ride when we rounded a bend in the trail and I saw Buck. He had dismounted and was standing against a large oak tree on the edge of a small clearing. Beau was ground tied and Buck was watching me as I came closer. I figured and apology was in order. Hopefully he would understand. When I got closer, I saw him jerking off. His cock was rock hard as he stared at me. For a few seconds he looked down at his cock then back up at me. I stopped, was he jerking off thinking about me? I really didn't know, but I asked if he minded some company. He said, "No, don't mind at all." So, I jumped down and tied Hamet so he and Beau could graze together. I walked over and stood in front of him. I unbuttoned my Levis and pulled out my cock. We stood there stroking out cocks looking in each other’s eyes. He would look down at his cock and then back at me. I finally got the hint. I kneeled down and opened my mouth. He stopped, looked at me, and then took a step closer. I smelled the musky scent of male crotch and horse sweat leather. He bent slightly and I took his cock into my mouth and sucked slow and deep. He told me to put my hands behind my back and I felt a rope snug around my wrists. He pulled back, then held me face down on the ground and whipped the rest of the rope around my wrists and tied it down. I started to protest and he used a bandanna to gag me. He rolled me over and stood over me. His cock, sticking out from the fly of his Wranglers. I was helpless, I struggled a little and he put a boot on my chest. Looking down at me, He said, "Thought you should get a couple of lessons on what I expect from a guy, before we call it friendship, understand?" I nodded my head and he said, "Fine." He took off the gag and told me if I had any questions to save them until later. If I talked, he would gag me again.

He lifted his boot, turned and walked over to his horse, got a length of rope from his saddle which he tossed over to the base of the tree. He looked down at me and told me he hadn't wiped my cum from his boot. He told me to lick them clean. If I did a good job, I could suck his cock again. I had tasted that precum drooling from his cock, it was really sweet and salty and I wanted more of it.

I looked up at him for a minute and rolled over on my belly and saw the dried cum spattered on the brown leather. I licked his boots, using my hair to dry the spit. Up the sides and around the heel, the boots smelled new and made me shiver. I hoped my throbbing cock wouldn't shoot another load, or at least not on his boots. All the time he talked to me about how he had trained men in the army and how to a 'few' men he taught other things. If I passed this test, he would consider training me for a lot more. I was just finishing the other boot when he rolled me back over and knelt down on one knee, his cock close to my mouth. He told me to clean his cock because he was going to fuck me - slow and easy - and he wanted a spit slick cock. I took his cock in my mouth, tasting the sweet precum that flowed out of the piss slit. He held the back of my head and guided my mouth with every stroke over his cock. He told me to take it all and straddled my chest, his cock slapping me in the face. He leaned forward and started fucking my face. My throat was trying to take it and I was having trouble. He slowed down and told me to relax and go with what was happening. First time would always be hard, until I got used to it, eventually I would look forward to sucking his cock. Breathing was better when he slowed down. My spit was really lubing up his cock and then he reached back into his boot and pulled out a bowie knife. He pulled out of my mouth and held the knife to my throat. I felt a warm trickle of blood as he lightly cut the skin next to my left ear. With the blade at my throat, I looked into his eyes but didn't move. He bent down and kissed me, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I was breathing hard and then I shot my load, and without ever touching myself.

He pulled back and looked at me. He reached down and gathered up some of my cum and spread it on his cock, and rolled me over. I felt the knife slit open the ass of my Levis. His hands exposing my ass to the air. I felt him working on my hole, slowly working a finger into it and then another. I shuddered and yelped. He pulled out his fingers and lay on top of me and whispered in my ear, "Relax and take deep breaths, if it hurts too much, tighten up your ass and then relax again and the pain will ease. Just remember to ride the pain like you were breaking in a green horse." I swallowed hard and taking a couple of breaths I felt his cock enter my ass.

Oh GOD in heaven, Oh God, it hurt! I had never been fucked before and I shuddered and twisted, but I did as I had been told and tightened up my ass and relaxed, he shoved in the last few inches and stopped. I think I was whimpering and he lay on top of me not moving. He whispered, "I stopped so can used to my cock. It feels good up inside your ass, cowboy. You ready for your ass to get broke in? Huh?" I nodded and he started pumping my ass, slowly at first, after a while it started to feel good. I began raising my ass, pushing back against his thrusts and helped him fuck me. He pumped faster until we were both breathing hard. He groaned and I felt my guts get warm.

He slowed down and lay on top of me, licking and nipping the back of my neck. He held me down and told me he was going to mark his property. I felt pressure in my ass and my guts got warm. I lowered my head and closed my eyes; he pissed inside my ass. He held me closer and told me to take it like a man. He was clean and this was just another part of what was supposed to happen. My eyes stung as I fought back tears. He pulled out slowly and told me to hold in his piss. God, I needed to shit, but I followed his orders. He flopped me over and pulled out a piece of leather and wound it tight around my balls. I winced as he tied it off. He grabbed the front of my shirt and half lifted, half dragged me to my feet. I was shoved over to the trunk of the tree and told to stay. He went over to Beau and in his saddlebags, he pulled out a pair of spurs with large rowels that jingled loudly. He shook them and smiled at the jingling sound. His cock started to swell a little as he walked back over to me. He knelt down and strapped them on my boots. He stood up and stroked his cock a little. He pushed me down and told me to sit. Reaching over, he grabbed the rope and sat down in front of me, and started to tie a noose. His cock was rock hard and as he looked at me, he noticed that my cock was starting to get hard and jerking. He smiled and said, "Alright!".

He stood up and threw the rope over a limb of the tree. His cock was full and precum was again oozing from his piss slit. He held the knot in his hand and framed his cock with the loop. He looked at me and said, " Come here and suck this cock, cowboy. This could be your last meal!"

He chuckled at his joke; I was scared. Sucking his cock meant putting my neck in the noose. By now I figured if I was going to die, I'd do it like a man should, and just accept it as it came. I struggled up and walked over to him. The spurs jingled with every step I took. I knelt down and opened my mouth and tasted the sweet juice again as he slipped the noose over my head and cinched it up tight behind the back of my left ear. It scratched into my throat as he took up slack and then pulled his cock away. He pulled on the rope getting me to my feet. He pulled a bandanna out of his pocket and told me to open my mouth. He gaged me again. He started talking to me about hangings. He could either pull me up by hand or walk a horse out from under me. My choice! I looked at him and then looked a Beau. He left me to get the saddle off his horse. Beau was about 16 hands (5' at the withers), Buck lifted me up and sat me on his horse. He took up the slack and tied the end of the rope to the trunk of the tree and started jerking himself off. He talked about really wanting me to do a good long dance at the end of his rope. He was really going to enjoy hearing my spurs jingle as I twisted, squirmed and kicked. When he shot, he would cum on my still twitching boots. He was watching me closely as he pulled the reins of his horse. Beau moved forward as I slid off his back. There was no jerk and my neck didn't break.

I swung there for a minute as Buck slapped Beau out of the way and back into the field, not missing a stroke on his cock. The rope closed my windpipe and I couldn't breathe. The sounds in my ears went from a spur jingling to a roar. I gasped and twisted. Kicking and trying to run, suspended in the air. The pressure built up behind my eyes and my sight of Buck darkened to blackness. My guts discharged, Buck's piss and my shit, as my body started to relax.

Buck was cat calling me to dance, "Come on asswipe, do the hangman's jig! Hang faggot, yea boy. Come on cowboy, fuck'n dance." Buck shot his load over my boots like he promised, then pulled the knife from his boot and cut the rope at the tree trunk. I fell in a heap on the ground as he ran back and took the rope from my around neck. Picking me up, he carried me over to his saddle and stretched me out, using his saddle as a pillow. He untied my hands and held me very close, opening my mouth, he forced air into my lungs. I remember coughing, and Buck ordering me to breath, and I, coughing again. I felt warm as he held me, licking my neck, moving his mouth over my face. He reached around into his saddlebags and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and lifting my head, told me to take a shot.

It was warm and felt good going down. I looked up and saw his face. He was grinning and started inching down to my tortured cock and balls. My balls were screaming for relief. He slid his mouth over my cock and slowly untied my balls. The blood rush was incredible. I gasped and shot the largest load of cum I ever had down his throat. Buck swallowed it hungrily, massaging my balls and milking my cock with his mouth and hand. His tongue cleaned my cock as my body pumped out the last of my cum.

I could only lay there in a pool of sweat; my jeans and shirt were soaked. Buck wiped his mouth and slid up next to me, taking the bottle, he sucked down a hefty shot. He rolled over on top of me and kissed me hard and said with a sigh, "Now, we're friends!" I looked into those eyes and said,"friends?" Buck nodded. He asked if I was ready to go back to the barn. Snuggling into his chest, I said, "Not yet." I just wanted to lay there with this man. We talked into the late afternoon, smoked a couple of cigars and decided to go out camping on horseback the next weekend.

I earned the spurs I was wearing that day.

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