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the-evening-shade · 10 months

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#cigar #cigarman #cigar smoking #cigar boy #cigar smoker #cigar smoke #cigar stud #young cigar smoker #macho sexy #macho stud #smoker #smoking #smoke #real man #tough guy #tough fucker #masculinity #masculine #tobacco

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desertthorn · 3 months

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Cigar boy

#lieutenant templeton peck #templeton peck #templeton faceman peck #face #faceman #the a team #the a-team #cigar boy #he want to be like his dad so bad

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pipesandcigars · 7 months

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ghouljams · 10 months

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Fae someone giving a diamond to their darling and she’s freaking out and they’re like ??? It’s just a silly shiny something

Ok, maybe not a diamond but Fae!Price does shit like this to his witch all the time, menace that he is. She is desperately trying to keep up on repaying him.

"What is that?" You ask, staring at the red resinous cubes that Price is holding out to you on a neat black handkerchief. Your hands are actually starting to shake a little just from seeing it.

"Socotra sap," He says so easily you think he's fucking with you. Your fingers reach out to touch it, reverent.

"Dragon blood I- how did you get your hands on-" You shake your head, pull your hand away, "What is it? A gift? A- a boon?" You wrack your mind for anything you have to repay him for this.

"It doesn't have to be anything," He tugs a string on the edge of the handkerchief and it folds up like a bag. The hard red sap disappearing from view before he holds the offering out to you.

"Everything is something," You say carefully, "What-" You bite your tongue before you can ask a dangerous question, before your greed can get the better of you. What does he want for it? It's magically valuable, you both know that, but you don't think Price has any use for it.

He raises a brow at your silent hesitation, leans against the threshold of your garden. "You're turning it down?" His deep voice jogs you from your thoughts. No, you know turning down his gift has the potential to be worse than accepting it. You just need to repay him.

"No," You tell yourself firmly, "No, it's a very kind gift I just need you to wait here a moment."

Price blinks, but nods. He's more than willing to wait for you, after all that's the only thing he's been doing. Waiting for you to stumble over something so he can pick up a piece of you. He's interested to see what you repay him with. Truth be told the only thing this resin is good for is-

"You smoke right?" You ask, settling jars and various strange books on the wall, "Cigars?"

Ah, that's cute. You remembered. He grins, and sets the bag in your outstretched hand. It's fun watching you pull caps off of jars and sniff them, tugging notated paper free from one of the books as you fish chalk out of your pocket to draw a hasty circle on the wall. He leans close as you bend over the circle to work, smelling the soft floral notes of your shampoo. You make his mouth water.

"You make a lot of cigars?" He asks, instead of biting you when you lean through the threshold. You hum, head bobbing from side to side as you partition out tobacco on leaves.

"Not recently, but I had a client that liked to smoke them before court." Price isn't usually one to envy other men, but God does he feel it licking like fire at his ribs.

"Had?" You nod, opening a jar of sparse white flowers and red roots.

"Wife killed him," you break off a few pieces of the dried root and put it in a little rock bowl. Seemingly too distracted to care about the fantastic story you were avoiding.

"Really," he asks, you're so lovely up close like this, both of you leaning against the brick wall. You look up at him through your lashes with a small smile.

"Nope," you twist your pestle against the root, grinding the root down into a powder, "he decided to quit smoking." You look back at your work, grabbing another bottle. It looks like another root, but at least he knows the flower this time, morning glory. What are you cooking up there?

"I've missed making these." You smile at your work, opening the dragon's blood satchel and breaking a piece off to add to the mortar mixture. Your fingers are so deft, purposeful as you grind the roots and resin down.

He'd love those pretty little fingers to wrap around his cock. Would you even know what to do when they did? Would your nose scrunch up in concentration like it did now, your lips parted just enough to pout as you worked? Oh pretty little witch, would you get on your knees for him and beg?

"You will, " he mumbles. You hum questioningly, glancing at him as he hums back. You must not think it's important enough to question further, must not want to break your precious intent. Witches are always so fond of their focus.

You sprinkle your mixture over the filler tobacco, careful as you combine the two and start rolling the cigar. No, cigars, you portioned out for two. Smart girl, weighing your own value for the gift against your talents. You twist the end of the wrapper, and swipe your finger on an open tin before running it along the end of the wrapper to seal it. You do the same on the other end to cap it.

Price takes the finished cigar when you offer it, watching you work on the second one. It smells good, heady and resinous, and something else. "What's it supposed to do?" He isn't an expert on the herbal fuckery you witches do.

"Hex breaker, command spell, decent smoke," you list, half paying attention to him as you finish your spell, "they need to dry for a day or so, try not to smoke them until then."

Price hums, you keep your focus on your work and not on the way he inspects your gift. His thick fingers twisting the cigar between them, the soft sizzle of evaporating water. You know magic when you hear it, wild magic your grandmother used to call it. The kind you'd never hope to have.

You should hang up additional wards before he lights either of these. There's no telling what a debtor might do with this extra kick, not to mention one who seems set on you. You hold out the second cigar, you don't feel any extra weight from a tether.

"Fair trade," Price tells you, you'd have thought he'd be annoyed but he almost sounds pleased. "Now run along back inside like a good little girl, I know you want to put your new toy away."

You really do, too. You lick your thumb and rub out part of the chalk circle, breaking it easily before you gather your things to take back inside. You're positively brimming with spells that could use a little kick of dragon's blood.

"I'll bring you something nicer tomorrow," Price warns you, you don't hear him as you close the door.

Herbs used: Tobacco, bloodroot, dragon's blood sap, morning glory root

#Busted out my grimoire to make Price's cigars #congrats to his witch for making a really powerful hex breaker that also is a love spell #also a really powerful control spell which was her intent #giving her fae more power was not a smart idea but she was moderately panicking #oh Price is going to be such a fucking showoff with his fancy cigars the other fae boys hate him so much lol #captain john price #captain price #john price mw2 #john price x reader #fae!price #cod x reader #cod x y/n #john price #x reader

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cigarboy-gmy · 6 months

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Smoke on the water

#cigar #cigarsmoker #cigarmen #cigars #cigarlife #travel #cigarboss #cigar boys #cigarlover #cigardaddy #cigarsmoke #cigar aficionado #cigarpic

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smokingstory · 10 months

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Liam was 15 when he started smoking cigarettes. When he was 18, he noticed that one cigarette didn't do it anymore. So he started doing doubles. A year later triples. When he turned 20, he knew that something had to change. Cigarettes weren't an option anymore.

When he saw a commercial break about an 8 day trip to Havanna, Cuba. He knew what to do about his cigarette problem. He booked a one-way flight to Cuba to find his true happiness. A month later, he hopped on a plane to Havanna.

When he got there, he went straight to the cigarshop and bought the biggest box of Cuban cigars. When Liam walked outside with his cigars, he saw a carriage right in front of the store. He jumped in and told the driver to show him Havanna.

The carriage took off, and Liam lights his first ever cigar. He got an instant nicotine fix and a boner. He unzipped his pants and started jerking off. He told the driver to stop and park his carriage in an alley and to give him a blowjob. Liam told the driver that he only worked for him now and only can do things for him that he tells him to do.

#gaysmoking #smoking #smoking cigarette #smoking man #coolsmokingguys #gay #malesmokingguys #smokingboy #smoking boys #smoking cigars

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youngcigarsmokingguys · 5 months

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Tanner had waited for this day for years. He had worked so many crappy after school jobs to save up money to buy the (used) car of his dreams. He and his Dad had searched online to find the right model at the right price. When they finally did, his Dad helped him broker the deal. That weekend they went to pick up the car (it was in the city a few hours away) he and his Dad went the night prior and grabbed a hotel room. It was great being able to have alone time with his Dad. Being the oldest of 4 kids Tanner felt like he never got any of his Dads attention. He had loved the drive down with it just being the two of them. They talked more like friends rather than Father and Son. When they got to the hotel the place was packed because of some football game. They got to their room and found it only had one king sized bed and a smoking room as well. His Dad went down to the front desk to see about a different room. Dad came back and said they’d have to bunk together because the hotel and all hotels in town were sold out . Dad told Tanner to jump in the shower and wash some of the grime off of him and that he was going to the store to grab dinner and “supplies for the night.” Tanner came out with only a towel wrapped around his waist just as his Dad came in with a few bags and a bucket of chicken. He thought he noticed his Dads eyes roaming up and down his body and that gave Tanners cock a jolt even though he had just rubbed one out. His Dad brushed by him and said “My turn” as he headed to take a shower. Tanner dried himself off, threw on a pair of gym shorts, turned on the TV and was on his third piece of chicken when his Father excited the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Tanner looked at his father’s fur covered chest and belly with such admiration that he didn’t realize he was staring until his Dad asked him how the chicken was as he reached for a piece. Tanner was about to answer when his dad’s towel came loose from around his waist. Tanner got an eyeful of his Dads fat cock and ass as his Dad turned and bent to pick up the towel. Tanner was more than a bit shocked when his Dad just threw it over his shoulder rather than putting it back on. Tanners cock started to react to the situation. His Dad remained super casual as if nothing was unusual about this at all. He reached into one of the bags on the floor and pulled out a twelve pack of Coors and asked Tanner if he wanted one. Tanner was shocked as shit that his Father was offering him a beer but tried to downplay his surprise and gladly accepted His nude father just handed him the beer and went back to grab another. Tanner could help but look at his father ass as he bent over to get himself a cold beer. Tanner drank his beer as his Dad threw on the same dirty pair of tighty whities that he had worn all day. Tanner was surprised when his Dad didn’t put anything else on. His Dad noticed this and said “no need to be formal it’s just us guys” to which he held up his beer and did a cheers with Tanner. Tanner finished up he beer, let out a large belch. His Dad laughed and downed his beer. He took Tanners plate and went to throw it away. He asked Tanner if he wanted another beer and dessert. Tanner said sure and got himself situated on the bed and grabbed the remote. When his Dad rounded the corner carrying two beers and two rather large cigars Tanner was shocked. His Dad smiled and said lI thought we’d take advantage of the smoking room. “Your Mom hates cigars so I never smoke around her but thought this might be a good way to celebrate you buying your first car.” Tanner couldn’t explain why his cock got harder. Maybe it was because his Dad was treating him like a man for the first time. He knew his Dad noticed as his Dads cock started to pitch a tent in his underwear. Tyler knew that this was the start of a different phase of their relationship. Two men with hardons ready to fire up cigars. Just then his Dad asked if there was any porn on this TV and winked at his stud cigar smoking Son. It was going to be a great night

#young cigar #cigar #cigar boys #cigar cub

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beautyallaroundus25 · 2 months

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#cigar smoking #cigar boys #❤️#beautyallaroundus25

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happyk44 · 2 months

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Bianca and Nico used to switch clothes as kids because Bianca liked pants when she was playing (no scuffed knees!) and Nico liked twirling around and making the skirt swish swish.

Hazel looking through old photos of Nico and Bianca that Hades saved, then popping off to the nearest shop to put something together, showing up hours later in front of the Hades cabin in a pressed suit that's just a little on the big side. Her hair is slicked back into a low bun, scrunchie making some threats beneath her hat.

Nico leans against the doorframe. "You look interesting."

She hands him a dress bag. "Get dressed, doll. I'm taking you out on the town."

With an amused grin, he takes the bag. "Does this surprise come with the right jewelry?" He gestures to his hole-worn, bedhead, sleepless form. "A girl's gotta look right in mixed company, you know."

She snorts and pulls out a silk bag. "Would I ever do you wrong, kitten?"

He rolls his eyes but disappears back into the dark of the cabin. It's a few minutes before he remerges, shadowy tendrils clingy to his neck as the wisp and weave his hair into a soft braid. Most of them dispel away in the low light of the slowly setting sun.

He spins around and pulls his hair to the side. Pulling the necklace out, she clips it around his neck. The pearls look nice against his skin. His thumb slides against one.

"Oh, they're real," he murmurs.

"Of course they're real!" She looped their arms together. "I'd never let my best filly hop around with fakes." He rolled his eyes. "I'm not a crumb, Nico." She flicked his cheek. Then tugged him off to the nearest shadow. "Now let's shake a leg and go have a bang!"

#basically just me thinking about hazel and nico in 30s/40s fashion but swapped :)#i think they'd have fun. and nico would enjoy reliving an old memory and hazel would enjoy making a new one #neither of them can go back in time but they can pretend for one night that they'd been together since the beginning #hazel levesque #bianca di angelo #nico di angelo #bianca also liked wearing boy's clothes because she liked to dress like her grandpa so there's a lot of pictures of her with an unlit cigar #anyway fun part of this was reading old timey slang and seeing what still stuck around from the old days. like hot to mean stolen #happy talks pjo

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frattystuff · 2 months

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