Ghostbusters: Three Dog Night
A small, lopsided smile crossed rafe's lips, his mustache quirking to accentuate it. "what kind of statue are we talking about?" rafe asked.
One Man's Trash
Next to him was an eighteen year old with a thin mustache and a swimmer build, his black hair shorn short, and the third looked a bit more like jared with a bit of a belly, though he only had mutton chops.
The Wallowing Way
He took a long draw on his cigar before letting the smoke emanate from his lips, following the contours and curls of his mustache and mutton chops as he grinned. jake gave a shy grin back. "i guess you were right...
The Professor's Dream: A Sabreverse Short
The professor smiled under his bushy mustache squeezing ms. ying's ass firmly while his busty assistant bit his ear, her sexual moan permeating his mind.
Public Opinion
"he has a moustache. animals don't have moustaches." 'but he's not wearing pants sir." fraily pointed out. "and he has a tail." "a mix of boldness and tradition! the old and the new!
The Closest Shave
"i've always fancied the idea of having a great mustache, like--like one of those handlebar mustaches i've seen in many holovids. it isn't much but perhaps...you could let me have one?
Wounds: Chapter 1
His floppy ears bounced as he cocked his head to the side, and every breath or word he spoke ruffled his moustache: a schnauzer trait that dante found hilarious. the pup huffed and glared at dante. "i scared you? nu-uh--you scared me, mister."
Caught by the Coach
Aside from some white hairs on his muzzle and eyebrows, at least, with an especially scruffy snout that was akin to a moustache. a rather short, stocky fellow, and aside from a small gut he was covered in muscle.
Wayward Soles
Bob watched her foot swing intently, his face becoming slightly flushed, his mustache twitched a bit as he looked up and was clearly trying his best to remain professional, this doctor was clearly not a famous one.
First Change
White fur ringed his lips where his mustache didn't but the dark red fur sprouted from his cheeks, covering them in seconds before it advanced over his nose... a nose that was reconfiguring.
The Christmas List
He watched his mustache thicken, stretching down. in moments it had gained enough centimeters to look like he'd gone a week or two without trimming it.
No Light to be Seen: Chapter 19
The man seemingly his mid thirties or early forties whose appearance just screamed biker with his bushy handlebar mustache with a tad bit of a short beard going on and his tight jeans and a sleeveless jean jacket over his wife beater.