#hairy deck

[sorrellegiance]

broke 100 observations on inaturalist!!

#so...many...patches of mulch maids.... #also got spiked by this *plant* (accusatory) that was growing alongside these big clumps of brittlestems :// #oh!! the big find was this big fallen branch decked out in turkey tail!! consulted field guide: silky velvety or coarsely hairy? VELVETY

[aldracoart]

Una parte de un collab que organice haciendo más cartas del Tarot, pero versión Furry

Al rato subo la otra carta que hice 💕🎀

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[eiightysixbaby]

i love it loud

word count: 6.5k+

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you get invited to corroded coffin’s halloween party with your best friend chrissy. you don’t anticipate on having much fun, but that changes when you meet eddie…

cw: 18+ ONLY - SMUT. alcohol consumption, a rogue billy tries to hit on reader, use of petnames, use of y/n (like maybe a few times), oral (f receiving), fingering (f), unprotected p in v - he pulls out tho!, brief description of reader’s costume but no mention of body type/etc.

You didn’t want to go to this party. Not really. Your best friend had insisted you come with her, because arriving alone would, in her words, be social suicide. Being invited to Corroded Coffin’s Halloween party was a big deal, she’d said, even though you know she was only invited because she’s been going out with the drummer. Of course he’s going to invite his girlfriend.

You hadn’t even had a plan for a costume, and with only a couple day’s notice you didn’t have the time to prepare something good. The stores were all picked over as far as Halloween costumes go, and so you went with the most basic, half-assed option you could’ve possibly selected.

You’re dressed as a cat.

It feels silly, it feels low-effort and stupid and basic, but here you are with your fluffy tail and soft felt ears, black high heels and whiskers painted on your face. A pink nose to top it all off. You did think you looked good, you had to admit, but it definitely wasn’t the costume you would’ve preferred. You awkwardly adjust your stockings as you step up to the front door of the large house, feeling horrendously out of place.

You glance at Chrissy beside you, her hippie costume bright and colorful - an extreme contrast to your all black attire.

“Okay, just texted Gareth that we’re here,” she says, slipping her phone into her bag. “Don’t look so thrilled,” she says sarcastically, pouting at you.

“Sorry I’m not exactly excited to be at a party where I know no one,” you say.

“You know me and Gareth,” she replies, looking at you like she’s confused.

“I barely know Gareth. And don’t act like the two of you won’t be running off to bang the second you get a chance,” you smile at her, knocking shoulders playfully.

“Listen… his friend Eddie, the lead singer, is super hot. Maybe you’ll get more than you bargained for tonight.”

“I don’t know, Chris. There’s going to be a million girls at this party, do I really want to be another notch on some rockstar’s belt?” you ponder.

She doesn’t get the chance to respond before the front door is swinging open in front of you. The figure on the other side is… Peter Criss. More like, Gareth dressed as Peter Criss. Fully outfitted in leather and silver studs, hair spray painted black with white and black cat makeup on his face. You laugh a little as you take him in, and he shoots you a teasing glare.

“Hey ladies,” he greets, pulling Chrissy in for a quick kiss. “Y/N, I’m so glad you decided to come.”

“You know Chris always gets what she wants,” you reply with a laugh, and he laughs with you, agreeing.

He steps to the side, ushering you both into the large foyer of the house. It’s decked out in Halloween decor; bats on the walls, fake cobwebs, hairy toy spiders with light-up red eyes. There’s orange and purple string lights hung about, and you’re honestly impressed with the detail. The house is clean, aside from the stray cup or plate left behind from the current party guests, and the decorations are carefully placed.

“Holy shit, you guys really did it up for the party,” you say, eyes wandering to every corner.

“Oh yeah, that’s all Eddie. He loves Halloween. It was his idea for us to dress like KISS,” Gareth says with a playful eye roll.

“Don’t complain, you look so good in that outfit…” Chrissy says, trailing a finger down his chest.

“I’ll have to give you the official house tour,” he says to your friend. “You coming too?” he asks you, but you shake your head.

“Think I’ll get myself a drink,” you say, sticking out your thumb in the direction of the kitchen.

“Sounds good. There’s stuff on the counter and a bar out back by the pool, you can go wherever you’d like,” Gareth says with a smile, and it’s genuine. “Make yourself at home, say hey if you see the other guys around! You can’t miss ‘em, they’ll be dressed like me,” he adds, and you laugh, waving them off as Chrissy tells you to text her if you need anything at all.

You wander into the open kitchen, pleased with the selection of liquor that awaits you. If you’re going to be spending the night alone, you might as well get pleasantly drunk, you think to yourself. People are scattered throughout the room, talking with their circles of friends and acquaintances. There’s a couple different punch bowls filled with various concoctions, each one labeled with the contents. You take your pick of the poison, scooping the liquid up with a ladle and filling your cup.

You scrunch your face as you take the first sip, lips pursing as you adjust to the bite of the alcohol. You glance around the kitchen, taking note of even more decorations as you slink into a corner alone. They seem to fill the whole house, seeping into the living room and the dining room, any area that you can see. Gareth had said it was all Eddie’s doing, and you find yourself growing more curious about the man in question. You really didn’t know anything about Corroded Coffin, didn’t care much to do any research, you only knew what Chrissy told you.

You know that Grant, the rhythm guitarist, has rich parents, and that his dad bought the house for the band to live in while they’re recording their album. Chrissy always says Grant’s the nerdiest of the bunch, insanely smart and very friendly. You know that Jeff, the bassist, is apparently a sweetheart, a bit shy but would give you the shirt off of his back, and you know that Eddie…. well, you know that he’s supposedly “super hot”. Other than that, you’re drawing a blank. Chrissy hasn’t said much about him at all, now that you really consider it. Maybe he’s an introvert and doesn’t come around often, or maybe he’s a complete dick. He is a rockstar, after all. And there’s plenty of pretty women in his house right now, so… you can gather a few assumptions, to say the least.

You don’t get much more time to ponder the subject before you hear loud, raucous laughter coming in through the sliding doors to the backyard. Two figures stumble in, but in the dim light you can’t get a good look right away.

“I was made for lovin’ you baaaabyyyyyy!” a voice booms, and you don’t need more confirmation that it comes from another member of the band.

“How many times are you gonna sing that tonight?” the other voice counters, and you finally see two unfamiliar men walking towards the kitchen, dressed like other members of KISS.

The annoyed voice comes from the stand-in Gene Simmons of the evening, a frizzy black wig on his head and the signature makeup on his face, making him stand out. He sticks his tongue out obnoxiously at the other man, eliciting a laugh from him. Your eyes flit over, then, to the taller figure. Your attention is immediately grabbed — he’s intriguing right away and you aren’t quite sure why. Tall, slim, with a head of shaggy hair that diminishes his need for a wig for the costume. He’s dressed like Paul Stanley, a black star around his eye, surrounded by a face otherwise full of white makeup. He’s not wearing a shirt, at all, just a thick black studded collar around his neck and leather pants. Chunky heeled boots are on his feet, making him appear taller than just about everyone else in the room.

And if he’s dressed like the singer of KISS, then you can only assume this is Eddie. The singer of Corroded Coffin.

“Oh fuck off, Jeff. Have a little fun! It’s Hallo-fucking-ween, dude,” presumably-Eddie says, leaning into Jeff’s space.

“Sorry my idea of fun isn’t listening to your drunk ass sing KISS songs, Ed,” Jeff says, and the nickname gives you confirmation that this is, in fact, your guy.

Eddie just so happens to look up in that moment, his eyes falling upon yours unintentionally. He smiles at you, genuinely smiles at you, all while playfully rolling his eyes at Jeff’s comment. You giggle into your plastic cup, feeling like the two of you are the only people in the room for a moment. He gives you a teeny little wave, the slightest wiggle of his fingers, and you feel your heart rate increase as you return it. What is wrong with you? You were going to blame the alcohol, for the time being.

The moment is gone as soon as it came, Eddie’s attention getting redirected. You watch in fascination as they pour drinks for themselves, easily greeting the other partygoers who come up to them, eager to talk to the hosts. There’s a swarm of girls around Eddie in thirty seconds flat, and your heart deflates, much to your own dismay. Why should it bother you? He doesn’t even know you, and you don’t know him. Chrissy’s implication that you might hit it off with Eddie tonight is letting you get too in your own head, you decide, trying to shake it off.

You scoff, watching as a girl dressed like a devil leans on the counter into Eddie’s space, pressing her breasts together as much as she can. Her fake fangs are exposed as she laughs too loud at something he says, her bright red lipstick accentuating her mouth. You want to internally criticize her and her basic costume, before you’re reminded of your imitation of the most basic furry friend to ever grace Halloween.

As if on cue, someone comes up behind you and yanks on your tail, making you jump. Your drink sloshes over the rim of the cup at the sudden motion, splashing against the front of your outfit. You spin on your heel, met with the face of an unfamiliar man, which really isn’t saying much since almost every face here is unfamiliar.

“Can I help you?” you snark, flattening your lips in a straight line.

“Woah, calm down, pussy cat. Don’t have to bring the claws out,” the man says, smirking at you as if he has genuinely no clue why you’re bothered.

He reaches one arm out, flattening his palm against the wall behind you and leaning his weight on it, towering over you. He smells like cigarettes and booze, and you watch as his tongue pokes out to wet his lips.

“If you don’t mind,” you snap. “I really need to go wash the liquor out of my costume. Asshole,” you mutter the last part, ready to make your exit when the stranger grabs your arm.

“Going so soon? I thought we’d make friends,” he smiles at you, blue eyes piercing down at you as you grow wildly more uncomfortable.

“I’ll pass,” you emphasize, stomping the heel of your boot down onto his foot.

He yelps in pain, releasing your arm and allowing you to speed-walk out of the crowded kitchen. You can see various pairs of eyes on you as you scurry out, and you can hear your victim cursing you out through the bass coming through the stereo.

You high-tail it out the back door, heels clicking aggressively on pavement as you push through more people surrounding the pool. You finally stop to calm yourself down when you find a lull in the crowds, a spot where you can be relatively alone. You silently thank yourself that the stranger didn’t follow you, but what you didn’t realize is that someone else had.

You exhale, bringing your drink to your lips and taking a swig. Your now-wet top clings to your skin, aggravating you, but the last thing you want to do is wander back into the house in search of the bathroom.

“H-hey, um, are you alright?” a voice rings out directly behind you.

You jolt just slightly, not expecting company. Turning to face the other person, your eyes first land on those big, black platform boots. Eddie had followed you. Your gaze trails up his figure, leather pants and studded belt and bare torso, until you meet his eyes for the second time this evening.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I saw what happened in there and, uh, to be honest I don’t even know why we keep inviting Hargrove to these things—” Eddie rambles, as if Hargrove is a familiar name to you, as if he’s nervous to be around you — like he isn’t the star-studded host of this party.

“I’m okay,” you reply, cutting off his sentence, smirking a little. “Thanks for checking on me.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. I know these parties can get crazy, but… I always want to make sure everyone’s safe,” he says, his gaze softening as he says the last part. “I’m Eddie, by the way,” he introduces, holding out a hand for you to shake.

You immediately notice the big, silver rings adorning many of his fingers, your eyes lingering on them for maybe a second too long before you remember he’s waiting for you. You extend a hand, grasping his and shaking it.

“Y/N,” you reply. “I, uh, I’m here with Chrissy.”

“Oh, you’re Cunningham’s friend!?” he asks, lighting up at that. Excited as he says it as if you’re the celebrity here, not him.

You nod, smiling at him now.

“Damn, and she already ditched you to go screw Gareth, I’m assuming?” he jokes, and you laugh, feeling lighter by the second. Forgetting your less-than-pleasant encounter from moments ago.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” you say sarcastically, smiling wider when he snorts.

There’s a pause, you can feel him staring at you as you take another sip of alcohol. “Well, I’m a little offended she didn’t tell me that she had such a beautiful friend,” he says, and you feel your cheeks grow warm at his forwardness.

You duck your head, avoiding his eyes as your face scrunches in a shy smile. “Ah, there’s the rockstar charm,” you say, loving the sound of his laugh that comes in response.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he playfully asks, cocking his head as he leans forward to meet your gaze.

“How many other girls have you used that line on tonight?” you counter, playful but keeping a safe distance.

“Ouch, sweetheart. You really take me for that much of a player?” he stumbles back, clutching his chest as if he’s been wounded. Your eyes linger maybe too long on the tattoos littering his torso, the slight smattering of hair on his pale skin.

“Well, you are parading around your own party shirtless. Seems like a tool move to me,” you smirk, finishing off your drink with one last sip.

“Darling, you’re dressed like a cat. I don’t think you can come for my costume right now,” he flashes his perfect teeth at you, unable to contain his smile at your banter.

There’s a moment of silence, you staring out across the yard at the bright lights of the city down below, stretching vast and far. Then he speaks up again.

“I mean it. I think you’re really beautiful.”

“Thank you. You’re very pretty,” you say honestly, letting yourself give in to his flirtations.

“Is it the makeup? Am I gonna have to wear this every time I see you now?”

You giggle. “Every time? Are there going to be more times, mister rockstar?”

“I mean, I’d love to take the time to get to know you outside of a party setting, if that’s okay with you,” he smiles bashfully, and you can only assume he’s blushing under all of that makeup.

“Yeah. I think that’s okay with me,” you reply.

Conversation flows easily with Eddie, the less-than- pleasant encounter with the stranger and the spilled alcohol on your shirt long forgotten. He tells you about his life before the band started to make it big, how he always dreamed of being a rockstar. He shyly told you about how he used to parade around his home as a kid, playing his little guitar and singing songs he made up until his uncle was begging him to quiet down and go to bed.

You confess that you really didn’t know much about the band, other than things Chrissy had told you, and you apologize although he tells you it’s absolutely not necessary.

You both end up sitting in the grass side-by-side, talking so much you don’t even remember making the choice to sit, it just happened. There’s a lull in the conversation, his eyes searching yours before glancing down to your lips. He moves just slightly closer, his breath hitting your face with each exhale. You feel yours catch in your throat, anticipating his next move.

You don’t get the chance to see what that move is before the girl in the devil costume from the kitchen approaches. She instantly has her hands on Eddie, grabbing his arm with a red-gloved hand and pulling him to stand. “Eddieeee, come on! You have to come play spin the bottle with us!” she pleads, her voice too whiny to not be part of an act.

“I- uh,” he stumbles, looking at you with an emotion you can’t place.

The girl moves to stand in front of him, putting her hands on his chest now, starting to push him backwards. “Come on, it’s no fun if you don’t play,” she continues, her shrill voice grating in your ears.

You don’t like how close she’s getting, how unafraid she is to be touchy with him. Who even is she? Are they friends? Are they more than friends? She’s pushing him further away from you by the second, not once acknowledging your presence. You scoff, looking to the side, avoiding Eddie’s gaze.

Before Eddie can really do anything, he’s being shoved fully away from you. You don’t see the way he desperately looks to you for an out, simply bothered by the fact that this girl won’t leave him alone.

You wonder if you were right, if he called you beautiful just like he calls every other girl beautiful. You didn’t want to believe it, but, he’s about to go play a game with a bunch of drunk people where the whole point is to kiss each other, so. It’s not looking great for you.

You’d be lying, though, if you said your curiosity wasn’t peaked. You find yourself bored watching partygoers splash around in the pool, and you can’t shove down your internal need to find out what mister rockstar and the devil girl are up to inside. Your feet are carrying you before you can decide against it, leading you back inside, back through the kitchen where you pour yourself another drink, and then to the living room where you find a large group sat in a circle.

You hang back, just slightly, not wanting to make it too obvious that you’re watching the game, even though you aren’t the only one who came to spectate. To be completely honest, the first few spins you witness aren’t very exciting. You don’t know any of these people, so what should it matter to you if they kiss? You’re about to step away when the circle erupts with various ‘Ooooh’s and whistles.

“Come on, Eddie! You gotta do it!” a now very drunk Jeff screams.

To your absolute horror, Eddie had spun the bottle, only for it to land on the little bitch whose name you still don’t know in the devil costume. Eddie looks at the girl, who is very clearly eagerly awaiting a kiss from the singer of Corroded Coffin, but then he looks up at you.

You didn’t think he’d realized you were there, didn’t think he saw you lurking, but he looked at you too pointedly for it to have been an accident.

You swallow, suddenly feeling awkward amongst the silence of the room. Everyone’s watching Eddie, expecting him to get his kiss over with and move on. He stands finally, stepping forward. You almost want to look away, not interested in watching him lock lips with someone that isn’t you. But you can’t look away, not when he bypasses the anonymous girl and heads right for you.

“Um, I’m right here!” she says, her tone snarky and honestly annoying enough to make you want to slap her.

“Yeah, well I’m not kissing you, Tina,” Eddie says. “Spin the bottle. What are we, fourteen?” he asks, eyes still locked on you as he stands merely a step away now.

Your heart thumps in your chest, every bit of your nervous system attuned to him. Your mouth hangs slightly open, not knowing what to do or what to say.

He steps even closer, closing the distance between you. “I want to kiss you, that okay?” he murmurs, letting one hand rest so gently on your waist.

You want to laugh in Tina’s face. You want to point and laugh and rub it in, but that wouldn’t be the appropriate response here. You need to kiss Eddie, sooner rather than later.

You just nod, a smile playing on your lips. He leans his face closer to yours, hovering by your ear to whisper, “I’m sorry, about her. She’s… a friend of a friend who always ends up at our parties. Trust me, I have no interest there.”

The reassurance really isn’t necessary, you barely know Eddie after all, but it’s extremely appreciated. You feel your heart flutter a little, smug and satisfied all in one. And then his lips are on yours, not giving a damn who’s watching, not a care in the world for what anyone might say.

His lips are soft, warm against yours and the way he cradles the back of your head in his hands makes you weak at the knees. Your noses brush before you pull away, and the two of you giggle in unison like you just shared some exciting secret with each other.

Tina is dumbfounded where she sits on the carpet, watching you. You swear steam would be coming out of her ears if this was a cartoon. You give her a little wave and an all-too-fake smile before Eddie grabs your hand to lead you away.

Not a single word is spoken as he pulls you out of the living room, you’re silent until you reach the stairs to go up to the second floor.

“So you really don’t have history with Tina?” you playfully ask, pressing the issue just to be a pain, and he groans.

“Ugh, god, no. Like I said, she always ends up at these things and she’s all over me. But the funny part is, we went to high school together. She bullied the crap outta me,” he explains, and you can’t help but laugh. “Spread some nasty rumors on social media…” he shakes his head, smirking at the thought now.

“Of course,” you roll your eyes, “Now where are you taking me, rockstar?” you grab his waist once you’ve reached the top of the stairs, pulling him closer to you.

“To my room, because there’s no way I can handle any more interruptions tonight,” he says, his hands finding your hips, pressing his forehead to yours for a moment.

Another kiss is ghosted over your lips, open-mouthed and teasing, leaving you chasing after him when he pulls away and starts to walk down the hallway. He opens the dark wood door, gesturing for you to enter first.

The second he’s inside with you, his mouth is on yours, your back pressed to the wall as his hands grip your waist. He fumbles with the light switch behind you, providing a dim glow throughout the room. He wastes no time slipping his tongue past your lips, licking inside of your mouth and groaning when your tongue meets his. Your noses brush and you’re sure his makeup is getting smeared on your face, or vice-versa, and the thought makes you smile into the kiss. His lips work their way down to your jaw, nipping and mouthing at the skin before residing on your neck, sucking till it stings.

You hiss, arching your back into him, hands grabbing at his bare shoulders as your nails dig into the skin.

“Shit, sweetheart,” Eddie breathes, hands grabbing your face as he brings you in for another heated kiss.

He starts to walk backwards, guiding you with him towards his bed. His boots are kicked off of his feet carelessly, and you toe off your heels in tandem. He reaches the mattress, falling back onto it and scooting backwards until he’s fully on the bed. You follow his lead, straddling his lap and letting your hands roam his bare chest. He watches you like you’re an ethereal being, eyes big and round and completely full of desire. His hands wrap around to grab your ass beneath the fabric of your skirt, filling his open palms with the soft flesh and squeezing.

Your hands waste no time in finding their way to the zipper of his pants, tugging it down after undoing the button.

“Need these off, Ed,” you say, sounding more whiny than you’d wanted. Your face gets hot at the smirk he gives you in return.

“Oh, so we’re desperate now, huh?” he says, the cocky rockstar demeanor coming out in full-swing. It makes you embarrassingly flustered, your cunt throbbing for him.

All you can do is nod, your hand trailing over the bulge that waits for you beneath fabric.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, starting to shimmy his pants down his thighs.

You remove yourself from his lap, letting him undress — your mouth practically watering when his cock springs free and smacks against his stomach. He’s fully naked for you now, given that he already wasn’t wearing a shirt. All that’s left is the studded choker around his neck, and it makes you drool.

“Like what you see, baby?” he asks, a smug little grin on his face as he watches the way you take in his entire body.

You already noticed the tattoos on his chest and arms, but now you’re noticing the ones on his thighs. He’s unreal, so unfairly gorgeous and captivating. He’s perfectly sculpted, a sharp V carved into his pelvis that simply leads your eyes down a path to his perfect cock. It’s big — long and not too thick, veiny with a pink, leaking tip. He must catch your intrigued expression, because he laughs, a devious little sound that tells you he can’t have any pure intentions.

“Why don’t you lay down so I can get you ready to take this cock?” he purrs, slender fingers stroking up and down one side of your body.

You shudder at his touch, moving to lay down on his bed. You pull your shirt off before you do, leaving your black, lacy bra on display for the man beside you. Your tits rest perfectly in it, and Eddie’s sure to get an eyeful. His hands gently hold your hips once you’re situated comfortably, partially laying down with your back propped against his many fluffy pillows. He leans down, letting his lips graze over your jaw, your cheek, your nose, before finally pressing to your mouth. He brings one hand up, pulling your cat-ear headband off of your head, deciding it can’t be very comfortable to have on for hours at a time. It makes you breathe a little laugh into the kiss, remembering how silly you must look with your painted on whiskers and nose.

He doesn’t give you much time to dwell on it, his mouth pulling off of yours and starting to travel down your neck. He kisses your shoulders, your collarbone, sucking on the most sensitive bits of skin and making you whine as you wriggle beneath him. He finds his way down to your breasts, hands sliding your bra straps down your shoulders as you arch your back for him, giving him room to unhook the clasp that sits at your spine. His lips immediately attach to one of your pert nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue around the small bud. One of his large hands cups your other breast, the cold silver of the rings on his fingers a sharp contrast to your searing skin.

He switches after a moment, sucking the opposite nipple into his warm, wet mouth. Something akin to a growl leaves his mouth when your fingers tangle in his hair and tug, and it spurs you on to keep going. His lips unlatch themselves from your breast, his mouth moving down down down, trailing kisses everywhere it goes. Your cunt throbs when his mouth approaches the waistband of your tight little skirt, his eager hands hooking beneath the fabric and beginning to yank it down, along with your underwear.

He peppers kisses lower and lower on your body, his mouth following close behind the clothes that he pulls off of you, covering every inch of skin as it’s exposed to him. He discards everything onto the floor, definitely tearing your stockings in the process of ripping them off of you. Your mind is a blur as he hastily attaches his lips to your clit, slipping one finger inside of you with complete ease. You weren’t expecting all of the stimulation so suddenly, your body writhing on the mattress as he sucks your sensitive clit into his mouth.

“More, Eddie, need more,” you pant, knowing you’re probably being greedy but knowing all the same that he won’t deny you what you want.

He hums against your cunt, immediately adding a second finger inside of you. He curls the digits, collecting your sticky wetness and groaning at the filthy noises that his movements make. Your hands tug harder on his hair as you throw your head back onto the pillows, cursing at how good he feels. Going in, you had no idea how tonight would play out, but you certainly didn’t expect to be hooking up with the frontman of Corroded Coffin. Your head spins at the thought of how many other people would probably die to be in your position right now, and it only makes you more turned on.

“Want one more, baby? Need to make sure you can take my fingers before you take my cock,” he purrs, smirking up at you.

“Yeah, please, I can take it,” you reassure him, and he slips a third finger in.

His fingers are thick, no doubt about it, and they stretch you so deliciously you feel like you could cry. The silk sheets beneath you feel cold against your skin, easing the heat that floods your entire body. You grip them with one hand, the other still in Eddie’s hair as he flicks his tongue back and forth over your clit in the perfect rhythm. He doesn’t dare change his pace, not with the way you’re moaning his name like a siren song, drawing him more and more into you.

You’re rapidly approaching your release, that much he knows, and he wants to send you free-falling over that edge. The way you suck his fingers right in practically makes him drool, he can’t get enough. Loud, shrill moans of his name leave your mouth as he curls his fingers into that perfect soft spot inside of you, and Eddie couldn’t care less if the whole damn house can hear you.

“Gonna cum, Eddie, ohmygod—” you’re cut off mid-sentence, the air stolen from your lungs as you come undone for him.

You squeeze around his fingers, soaking him as your body trembles. He pulls them out of you, slowly bringing them to his lips, making sure your eyes are on him. He sucks the digits clean of your juices, humming contently around them. You ache for him, your body desperate to have him even though it’s only been seconds since he’d been pleasuring you.

He moves to hover over you, reattaching his lips to yours in a heated kiss. It’s somehow gentle and rough at the same time, a weird but enticing juxtaposition. He tastes like you and it drives you crazy as your mouths clash together, all teeth and tongues.

“Fuck, baby, hold on. Let me get a condom,” Eddie says, nearly breathless as he pulls away.

“No— want you to fuck me raw,” you mewl, reaching out to stop him as he goes to stand.

“Baby…” he says, looking at you with uncertainty. He never goes without a condom, and certainly doesn’t want you to feel pressured to forgo one.

“Please, Eddie. Just pull out,” you plead with him, and you honestly can’t believe your nerve right now. Begging the famous rockstar you just met to fuck you raw, as if you have all of this power over him. What you don’t know is that Eddie already wants to give you anything you ask for.

“Okay, alright, sweetheart. Whatever you want,” he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead before positioning himself on top of you.

He lines his cock up with your entrance, and you can feel the way you throb for him. You know you’re even more soaked than before, and you hardly worry about whether or not he’ll fit.

“You ready?” he asks sincerely. Big brown eyes searching yours for your approval.

“Mhm,” you hum, letting your eyes flutter closed when you feel him start to press in.

Moans leave each of your mouths in unison as he sinks inside inch by inch. Your nails dig in to the skin on his back, dragging down when he bottoms out inside of you. He hisses, breathing heavy as he tries to gain some composure. You feel so good around him, too good, and it takes all of his focus to not bust immediately.

“Please move, need you to move,” you whine, looking up at him with your big, pleading eyes.

He nods, “Okay, baby. Gonna give it to you so good, yeah?”

He starts thrusting, slowly at first, dragging his cock almost fully out of you before rutting back in. The air is forced from your lungs, your mouth open in a silent moan. His movements stay slow like that for a little while, giving you the friction you need but still teasing. Moans leave your lips as he slowly pushes himself all the way in, letting you fully feel the way he stretches your walls to fit him.

He starts to speed up then, setting a steady pace as he fucks into you harder. He does it so well, filling you to the brim and making you clench around him. You can feel every vein and ridge on his cock, the pleasure making your body erupt in goosebumps.

“Shit, feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” Eddie pants, his hips smacking against yours roughly. “Wanna try something different?” he asks, waiting for your approval which comes without hesitation.

He pulls out of you, making you wince slightly. He stands at the side of the bed, coaxing you to move towards him. You oblige, scooting right to the edge of the mattress. Strong hands grip your legs, hoisting your feet up onto his shoulders, exposing you perfectly to him. You feel more vulnerable like this, and it makes you antsy as you wait for him to slide back in. When he does, you see stars. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting spots it couldn’t before. You watch as he throws his head back, the muscles in his neck prominent as he clenches his jaw, a guttural groan escaping him.

“You’re so damn beautiful, so fucking gorgeous,” he says, looking back down at you with sincere eyes. “How’d I get the most perfect girl on the planet?”

And then he bends down, your legs still hooked over his shoulders, your body practically folded in half now. You nearly scream out his name, the lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your skin filling the space. He leans down to kiss you, his lips and firm against yours, muffling your pretty noises. He pulls away, letting out a smug little chuckle at the way you instantly moan for him, noticing the tears pricking in the corner of your eyes.

“Gonna cry for me, baby? My cock feels so good you’re gonna cry about it?” he teases, watching your brow furrow in concentration as you get closer and closer to release.

“You’re very — fuck — very fucking modest,” you choke out, trying and failing to bite back your whimpers.

He laughs again, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “You know you fucking love it,” he murmurs, teeth biting at your earlobe before he pulls away. “I can tell you love it, cause you’re suckin’ me in like you were made for me.”

You let out a whine at his words, pinching your eyes shut in pure ecstasy as he continues to split you open. “Fuck, Eddie, don’t stop,” you plead, your body jolting with every harsh thrust he gives you.

He grunts as he fucks you faster, watching in awe as your tits bounce on your chest. He can feel how soaked you are for him, can see your cream pooling around the base of him when he sheathes himself fully inside.

“You gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?” he rasps, leaning down to kiss along your jawline.

All you can get out is a wobbly “Uh-huh,” nodding your head to the best of your ability. His fingers dig in to the meat of your thighs, a dull ache from his harsh grip barely noticeable in the back of your mind. One hand moves from its spot on your leg to reach down and play with your clit, the pad of his thumb rubbing quick circles over it.

Your back arches off the mattress, your legs shaking as you cry out his name. A few more deep thrusts and you’re plummeting over the edge for the second time tonight, your cunt tensing up around him over and over. The way your walls flutter around his cock brings him dangerously close to release, and he pulls his cock out quickly before he’s pumping it in his fist. All it takes is a few strokes before ropes of his cum are covering your body, splattering over your bare chest and stomach.

You let your legs drop from his shoulders, aching as you stretch them out. You feel like you’re made of rubber, limbs wobbly as your feet drop to the floor.

“Holy shit,” is all you can say, staring up at his ceiling as he chuckles at you from the side of the bed.

“You’re so damn perfect,” he says, shaking his head with a sweet little smile. He stretches, muscles flexing as he raises his arms to the ceiling, cocking an eyebrow at you when he catches you staring.

“Says you…” you reply, pulling the sheets up to hide your face, suddenly shy.

“Let me get you cleaned up, yeah?” he asks, holding out his arm for you, pulling you up when you take his hand.

When you step out of the shower with him, after your body has been cleaned and every inch of your skin has been kissed by his soft mouth, he gives you his big clothes to put on. You change and brush your hair, letting his hands hold your waist as he tries to invade your space to kiss you even more. You can’t help but admire his face, even more gorgeous now that his Halloween makeup is washed down the drain.

You both shuffle out of the bedroom carefully afterwards, trying to gauge how much the party has died down, only to be met with a laugh from the opposite end of the hallway.

Your head shoots up, seeing Gareth and Chrissy stepping out of his room, looking wildly similar to you and Eddie; costumes off, makeup off, a few extra hickeys on Gareth’s neck. Chrissy’s mouth hangs open, her eyes flitting from you to Eddie and back again.

“I told you!!” she shouts, giggling before Gareth takes her hand, pulling her down the stairs with him.

You try to bite back a smile, heat creeping up to your face.

“What exactly did she tell you, sweetheart?” Eddie smirks down at you, pulling your body to his. His cocky expression gives you the hint that he already has an idea.

“Shut up, rockstar.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic

[ectologia]

♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒜𝐵𝒪𝒰𝒯 . . .

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ asphyxiation ﾉ breeding ﾉ doggy style ﾉ riding ﾉ full nelson ﾉ dick piercings ﾉ profanity

𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 . . .

Dabi’s favourite positions.

He enjoys a classic doggy. He loves how his scolding hot hands, ribbed and marred from years of misuse, mould into the pudgy flesh cushioning your hips and tummy. Squeezing the life out of you with clawed crooked fingers stabbing into your stomach while he stuffs his lengthy shaft all the way up to the stiff peak of your cervix, kissing the tiny opening with the dangerously armed tip of his pierced cock, threatening to splurge the entrance of your womb with wet, sticky seed. It makes him feel like a dog, a ferocious hound, a wild beast. Surviving to live and living to survive. Rutting with warm pants and throaty howls, grunting into the soft hairs that line your nape as he hunches over the extension of your spine, anticipating the moment he finally gets to fill your bitch pussy up with his puppies.

On the other hand, he’s also an avid enjoyer of having you hump him. He’ll pick you up by your shoulders, interlocking each of his lithe fingers around your limbs as he poises you atop his painfully erect dick, sitting your ass down on his hips as they bump up into your soft squishy bits, commanding you to ride him like his own little cowgirl. You complain that you’re tired after the first minute or so, it’s a constant but he just doesn’t seem to care. He’ll swat the meat of your plump butt with a flick of his wrist, telling you to “giddyup” and ride him properly, hissing through grit teeth to “bounce up and down on his fat-ass horse cock.” With splayed palms, his hands rest limply at your haunches, stroking the prickled fuzz of hair growing along your calves and below your thighs as you claw and clutch at the layer of fat chubbing his otherwise lean abs, nails scrunching and sprouting along the fleshy ripples every time he bucks up into you with a sly grin. Sneering at your startled yelps and pitiful whimpers.

But what really gets Dabi going, what really tickles his fancy. Is when you let him fold you like a deck chair. His drug of choice would have to be a nice, stuffy full nelson. One where you let him crumple you up like a tin can in his fist, one where he has your legs sticking out every which way, twitching and shivering and shuddering like a spider beneath his boot. He thinks you look so sweet like that, when he has your arms smushed between your tits, and your thighs locked on his elbows, no where to run and definitely no where to hide. He’ll do you in front of the mirror, all so he can see that cute violet hue overcome your features whence he’s blocked your air ways for a second or five too many. Biceps shaking, evidence of his lassitude after purposely trying to choke you out with his manhood fucked half-way inside that puffy little cunny he loves to hurt so much. He’ll chew his lip as you gasp and splutter, barely attempting to stifle the ashen chuckle that threatens to erupt as flecks of spittle fly onto his hairy thighs. Cooing at you, he’ll rub lines into your buzzing clit, nuzzling and huffing into your ear while he taps and faps away at the hard lovebud, refusing to move when you panic, flailing and screeching as the stimulation becomes too overbearing. Only then will he relent, recollecting your flapping arms and legs to spear you from the bottom, lowering you up and down his smouldering hot length, spiked with hooks and other metal weaponry a-geared to tear your delicate pussy open from the inside out.

#𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 . . . #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha smut #dabi #dabi smut #dabi bnha #dabi mha #reader x dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x female reader #dabi x reader smut #bnha dabi #mha dabi #bnha dabi smut #mha dabi smut

[ew-selfish-art]

Demon Twin AU 

Tim Drake comes across a LOA manuscript detailing the sacrifice of a Demon Heir that’s dated around the time Damian is born and brings it to the cave. There’s no other mention of what went down, but it looks like Damian was a twin and the twin was thrown into the Lazaras Pits- Tim kind of forgets about it but shows it to Damian cause he figures that the guy deserves to know, and leaves it out for Bruce to see (basically the same thing as telling him). It doesn’t really change much but there is an obscured name in the corner so they can presume that the kid’s name would have been something starting with D A N. 

Well here’s the thing: Names carry power. Damian reaches out to John Constantine to ensure that the child is actually dead, because presumably John can do that. John wants to give the kid some closure, so he does what is supposed to be a super chill seance to an infant. He pricks Robin’s finger, chants a little and the air... turns violent.

Uh oh. Dan appears, unshackled from his prison in the Infinite Realms now that John has called upon them by someone with Familial blood. He cackles madly about the fact that it’ll be a good time to bring about the apocalypse again, promising to spare the bird for now, since he would have to get answers later. 

The alarms are blaring, the whole JL is hands on deck to try and stop Dan as he attacks across the globe. They’re saving as many civilian lives as possible but its getting very HAIRY in less than 2 hrs. Robin is out in the chaos, trying to track him down with John and Zatanna trying to recapture him and banish him back to the realms. 

Phantom touches down just as the three of them reach Dan- Danny has some choice words for his older alternate timeline self, including “This is why you have no friends.” and “Seriously, you didn’t even stop to say hi to my timeline’s Jazz this time.” and “Soup time for 1,000 years and then we can talk remediation.” 

After a short but brutal fight, Danny floats over to Damian, John and Z. After making sure they’re all right he’s like “Maybe you can never do that again? Also tell me how and why you did that so I can banish that spell?” And Damian explains that it was meant to ensure that the infant twin he never knew had passed peacefully and clearly that was not the case. Danny blinks a few times, uh, a twin?

Damian goes through the shit, John explains that it was a familial summoning meant to be an advanced seance (hence the lack of safe guards to keep the entity in) and Z confirms that there was nothing special to it beyond that. 

Danny then explains, that uh, “I guess my parents weren’t kidding when they told me I was adopted. Hi? I’m your brother. Uh, I go by Danny though. Dan was me in a different timeline and he’s normally under super strict lockdown.” 

#demon twin au #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #damian wayne #Sometimes an apocalypse is the best way to bring a family together #fuck dan tho #I cannot stand his redemption arcs lmao #Damian is like god damn i really could have been way more evil if thats my twin #Danny is super excited that his bio family are all heroes #Danny throws shade at constantine of course #Damian and Danny naturally bond from that point onwards because like hey #neither of us are as evil or bad as we could be #how dope is that? #danny and damian are twins

[peachyloveswriting]

it’s been freezing lately and that got me thinking… cod boys and cuddles? hcs 👀

CUDDLES --- COD Boys

SUMMARY: The boys and some cold cuddles. Oh and some sexual implications.

NOTES: they're not even sexual implications there's outright sex mentioned here a few times.

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PRICE

-> He's an absolute DILF of a man who could absolutely rock your shit in more ways than one but when he's cold that's a completely different story. All Price wants is to be with you, he'll turn into a bit of a grumpy bear when he's cold without you. This man can't stand the thought of you feeling cold on your own so in colder months or areas you're always right by his side, never too far. You have to be close enough for him to attack with cuddles.

-> Although he's an absolute sap Price can also be one hell of a convincing personality when he wants to be. Specifically when he wakes up on a particularly cold morning. If he's not in the same bed as you he'll end up there by the time you wake up, no one can stop him from doing it either. He'll break down your door if he has to, just to be with you. He'll jump into the bed, his whole body covering you bottom to top as he shivers around you. Sometimes you'll wake with his head tucked beneath your chin and his head in your shirt or you'll wake with your face in his hairy chest while he snores peacefully above you in warmth.

-> On a snowy day he's babysitting 141 while they play outside base with one another, snow balls flying through the air and shouts of pain and complaints. It's like watching children, but once time is up he forces them back inside base so they can warm back up and so he can see you. You'll be sitting in the mess eating or something when he comes in and grabs him and the boys all hot chocolate since they seemed to be selling them this year. His nose and fingers will be cold and red when he comes to you with a small smile. All sulking behind him will be the boys with their peculiarly red faces and heaving chests. Thankfully there's a resting area near by with a huge couch inside where you all grab up blankets and snuggle up together watching movies. Ghost has yet to join in.

-> sometimes cold mornings lead to some serious sex in the morning. It's sleepy and slow, with that need to pull one another closer to fight off the cold, to keep the other warm all the while trying to stay quiet while you hide your face in his chest his sleepy voice showering you with praise and love. He's especially a sucker for doing this when you're with the team watching movies on the couch together. He'll just leave you sitting there on his dick and once the movie rolls credits he'll claim you're asleep and carry you to the bed where he can really have his way with you.

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GHOST

-> Ghost's not an extremely affectionate person nor is he someone who likes being smothered by cuddles all the time but your small whimpers and whines as you pull him closer to you at night shuddering and shaking in the cold leaves him wanting you so bad. He'll softly wrap his massive arms around you, pulling you closer and closer to him until your bodies are intertwining with one another and you're no longer complaining about the cold. He doesn't have to worry about getting too cold, he's always warm. It's just the natural way his body works. In the mornings when you wake up cold and his warmth just isn't enough you'll go in search of his gloves, jacket, etc. One you find them and crawl back into his sleeping arms he'll wake to see you absolutely decked out in skeleton themed clothing. Resting along your small hands will be his skeleton gloves and hanging heavily off your body would be his half skull themed hoodie that he likes to wear on leave. He loves it when you wear his clothes.

-> On base you're like a mom to the boys of 141, everyone loves and enjoys your company. Mainly because they live in such a harsh environment and your just what they need at the end of the day, someone who tells them to go enjoy the snow like children. Boy do they go at it too, someone walks away with a bleeding cheek from slipping on ice and everyone is beet red by the time they go back inside. You are too. Usually Ghost doesn't join you for this kind of stuff so he'll stay inside very patiently waiting for you to snuggle up into his side in search of his heat. If he joins you, he'll have his hands on yours the entire time, at some point you walk away with his balaclava, gloves and jacket which the team finds hilarious. These are the times when he's not so subtle about your current relationship since it's technically not allowed, people just think your really close no one really questions it.

-> If Ghost isn't around you'll go in search of another person for warmth, Soap. He's always reliable when you can't find you beloved beefy boyfriend, even as much as Ghost dislikes seeing another man with his hands on you he understands your need for warmth however you don't walk away unscathed. You're punishments not as bad when it's Soap, never again would you choose any other man. Sure Ghost was as sweet as possible when it came to his alone time with you but the moment you do something he doesn't like he's bound to show you who's boss in the relationship. You'll sneak your way to his room that night and crowl under the covers thinking he's asleep when in reality he's sitting there just waiting for you to settle in before he rips you to shreds. He'll have you so warm by the end of the night you won't be shaking from the cold anymore, but you will be from something else 😏.

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SOAP

-> Soap doesn't like the cold anymore than he likes getting shot which is not at all. So do not let this man go alone and cold to do anything he shouldn't be doing without you. In the mornings you'll find him in your bed, his hair a disheveled mess above you while he snores away, the tip of his nose bright red. He's so oblivious to the world in these moments but no matter what you're always warm together. If Soap just so happens to wake up before you he's most definitely going to make you both a hot breakfast. After that he'll drag you into a nice hot showered where you dare to fall asleep again. He honestly doesn't mind going back to bed with you in his arms on a cold morning.

-> on a cold night, he's all about making sure your warm at absolutely any cost. This sometimes leads to people almost finding out your relationship however Soap is always ready to play it risky. His hands roaming your body and both of you moving in tandem with the other while you groan and grind against him whimpering for more. He's a sucker for nights like these, and on night away from base during particularly long missions he'll especially be doing this. In a secure rooftop while snow dances around you you'll he a babbling mess bouncing on his cock and moaning his name. He just loves the way you unravel around him to stay warm.

-> Going outside with him to play in the snow with the rest of the 141 is fun but you can't stay out very long, Soap will follow you back inside tossing his jacket on you while he grabs some hot chocolate and guides you back to his bed where he offers some fluffy innocent cuddles. He's soft about the way you lean against him, your hands wrapped around the mug while the stream warms up your rosy cheeks.

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KÖNIG

-> This absolute mountain of a man was built for the cold, you however are not. So early mornings and late nights are spent under the cover of his bed while he holds you tight against him, his sleepy voice muttering sweet nothing into your ear while you savor his warmth swallowing you whole. He'll rub his hands all over your body, spreading the warmth while he softly kisses the back of your neck, his hot breath warming you even more. These are König's favorite times, when it's just you and him together while he keeps you safe in warm in his arms you pack pressed against his stomach.

-> You won't go to anyone else to get warm and König loves that you just gravitate towards him naturally when you become cold. You could be on a mission and suddenly your standing right beside him in a matter of minutes. You'll be clearing the floor of a building and press yourself against his back while you watch the rear. If he has watch then you have watch too. The list could do on but we'd be here forever. If the occasion ever arrives that König's not around to warm you up you'll bitch and complain all day, not just to your teammates but to anyone you happen to run into in base. Gaz is a frequent you find yourself going to when your on your last straw. König isn't particularly happy about it but that changes the moment you see him again. You'll suddenly be biting at the bit to go back to your room and when you're finally freed your leaping into his arms and never letting go.

-> After hearing about your very warm behavior to Gaz he'll obviously feel jealous, his hands roaming your body while he's asking you all these nervous questions about your relationship. You're there to reassure him of everything but sometimes he feels the need to make you prove to him just how loyal you really are. His gentle touches on your skin will feel venomous as he towers above you, that glare in his usually soft eyes that tells you he could rip you to pieces if he really wanted to. Usually once he's had his fun he'll be praising you quietly while you sit on his aching cock, his arms pressing you further against him. Sometimes he'll even ask you. "Warm enough yet?"

#könig x reader #konig x reader #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #captain price #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x you #ghost x reader

[soft-mafia]

Tuesday [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, nsfw, smut, rough sex, Buggy being a perv(kind of), risky dry humping, fingering, straight up porn I’m ngl to you, barely proof read

a/n: I’m SO sorry for my absence😭I was kind of caught up in my own life(and my own head) and I completely forgot to write lmao. I hope you guys enjoy this one though!!

“Listen.. Y/n. We’re both adults here so I’m not gonna beat around the bush. Sleep with me for just one night, and in return I’ll let you have days off every Tuesday.”

• When Buggy came to Y/n with the proposition, he was obviously nervous, but still trying to act “cool” and macho. He didn’t want to seem like too much of a creep coming to the only female member on his crew with an offer like this.

• Buggy would be lying if he said he hadn’t fantasized about Y/n. Especially when she wore those skimpy outfits on hot days.. that would lead him into spending hours in his quarters, vigorously rubbing one out to the thought of grabbing her by the waist and dry humping her on the deck.

• So if she were to reject him, it would make things extremely awkward. Buggy was already regretting his decision.

• Y/n on the other hand was ecstatic, she got to have sex with her handsome captain, and getting days off in return? Count her in.

• And so, that one night turned into several nights. Y/n had snuck out of the crew’s quarters every night, tip toeing past sleeping pirates until she made it to Buggy’s cabin for another evening of fun.

• The first time Y/n had snuck back into Buggy’s room— she had tripped over a sea of empty beer bottles. The first night she slept with him, Buggy made sure to clean up all the mess so she wouldn’t find out how much of a slob he was, but after that night the mess just started to accumulate again.. Y/n had walked in on Buggy, half hunched over his bed only wearing his boxers, about to get some shut eye. When he saw Y/n trip over his mess he screamed out like he had seen a ghost.

• Eventually, Y/n had just migrated to living in Buggy’s quarters with him. Of course, not without sly comments and occasional wolf whistles every time someone caught her walking out of his room.

• This night wasn’t different than the other nights, Buggy was on top of Y/n, his hairy chest pressed against her back, cock buried deep inside of her as she moaned into the pillow. Buggy was grunting and huffing like a boar, booze-scented breath fanned over the back of Y/n’s head as he slammed his hips back and forth.

• Buggy was not a gentle lover in the slightest, he was rough and took what he wanted; the first night they had sex was probably the roughest; he had bent her in half on his bed, holding her ankles down as he plowed her. It was far from what Y/n always fantasized but she was seeing stars never the less.

“Mmm.. C-Captain..!” Y/n gasped, almost getting choked on her own breath as Buggy detached his cock to hit her cervix, she titled her head back and let out a loud moan. “Yeah.. that’s right. You’re Captain’s little fuck toy, huh?” Buggy snickered behind grit teeth, sliding one of his hands down her back to give her ass a firm slap, “My little whore.” He grunted, thrusting his cock in and out at a rough pace, making her pussy spasm.

Y/n could barely keep her eyes open, her entire body trembling underneath her rough captain; she loved every part of it. They both came, Buggy, deep inside of her, and Y/n, around his cock and onto the mattress. They were both panting heavily— Buggy felt like he was about to have a heart attack. “Oh fuck-” he groaned before rolling over and flopping on his back, his long hair sprawled out around him, he glanced over at Y/n, a shivering mess curled up at his side, “You ok, Y/n?” He asked gently, the first few nights he had just stared in concern, too afraid and too awkward to speak up, but he was slowly working on his aftercare skills.

Y/n nodded, leaning into him as the musky scent she grew to love invaded her nose. She wrapped an arm around his torso, across his broad chest. “I’m just glad tomorrow is Tuesday.” She giggled.

The next day, Y/n was enjoying her day off; by being a nuisance to Buggy, sitting on the arm rest of his throne, letting her legs rest over his lap. “It’s like you’re trying to get me riled up.” Buggy said through a smirk, rubbing up and down Y/n’s leg. “Of course not, I’m just trying to spend time with my Captain. Is that wrong?” Y/n giggled, playing with one of the braids in Buggy’s hair that was dangling out the side of his hat.

“Hmmm. Nothing wrong with that.” Buggy mumbled, his smirk growing as he palmed the growing bulge in his pants, “Why don’t you slide down on my lap, here?” He glanced up at Y/n, patting his thigh. Of course she noticed his boner, and thank god that the rest of his crew were out doing something off of the ship. She slowly moved down to sit on his lap, right on his hard crotch. She felt a small chill run down her spine when she heard him groan under his breath. He put one hand on her hip, squeezing it firmly, “That’s right, baby.” He leaned forward, wrapping both arms around her waist now as he began to move his hips underneath her.

“Mm.. captain..” Y/n held onto Buggy’s forearms, grinding her ass against his clothed dick as it rubbed against her pussy through her pants. Buggy chuckled, “Funny how this was supposed to be a one time thing,” He licked a stripe along the shell of Y/n’s ear, “And now you’re here, rubbing your sweet ass on my cock. You must really love getting attention from this dirty old clown, huh?” He whispered in her ear, followed by a dry chuckle.

Y/n bit her bottom lip, whimpering softly, “It feels so good..” she breathed out, her legs trembling as she squeezed them together. Buggy swiftly spread them apart again, his fingers moving down between her legs, slithering beneath the hem of her pants to get into her panties. “Holy shit you’re fucking sopping.” He laughed, slipping two fingers into her easily, making her mewl and arch her back; he moved his fingers out and up to rub circles into her clit as he continued to grind against her ass.

“That’s good.. yeah, lemme hear those little noises.” Buggy grinned widely, then grunted as his abdomen clenched, the friction getting him so close to cumming, urging him to rub her clit faster. Y/n’s thighs were trembling, fingers digging into Buggy’s hairy arm as her hips struggled to keep up with him. They were both panting, moaning and groaning together.

Y/n put her hand over where Buggy’s hand was inside of her pants, pressing his palm against her pussy further so she could grind on it. “Damn you’re really loving me, huh?” Buggy laughed, then groaned before burying his mouth against Y/n’s back, squeezing his eyes shut as he came right into his boxers, knuckle deep inside of her spasming cunt. Y/n made a mess of his fingers as she came around them, purring like a kitten.

Buggy breathed heavily, he was seeing stars for a moment before he leaned back against his throne, Y/n was still riding out her orgasm on his palm, before he slid his hand away to lick at her juices. Y/n moved so that she was sitting on one of his thighs, wrapping an arm around his neck and leaning against his chest.

“Hey.. uh- Y/n.” Buggy croaked out, wiping his saliva off on his pants, “Why do you keep.. yknow, doing this with me.” He asked her, wrapping an arm around her.

Y/n looked away, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought, “I..” she didn’t know why she was afraid to just tell him that she always liked him, he’s fucked her so many times already, but she couldn’t stop herself from blushing and stumbling on her words. “Am I making you feel like you need to do this?” Buggy asked, starting to panic slightly, feeling like he was abusing his position and being a dirty creep towards the only girl on his crew, “I swear I didn’t mean to pressure you into doing anything!”

“No, Captain! You didn’t pressure me into doing anything. I really like spending time with you.” Y/n looked back up at Buggy, “I really like you.”

Buggy’s eyes widened, he then looked away. Oh.. well, that explains why she was so eager to accept my offer in the first place. “Really?” He said in slight disbelief, his voice cracking unintentionally. “Yes really!” Y/n frowned at him, “Do you think I’d even be doing this if I didn’t? You’re the handsomest pirate I’ve ever seen!”

Buggy didn’t know if that inflated his ego, or confused him even more— She thinks I’m handsome?! “Really?” He said again, his pitch getting higher. “You’re so insecure.” Y/n mumbled, giggling quietly as she looked away. “HEY!! I’M NOT INSECURE!! HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO YOUR CAPTAIN!!” Buggy shouted, grabbing both of Y/n’s shoulders and shaking her.

“STOP SHAKING ME!!”

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #one piece smut #buggy headcanons #buggy imagines #buggy opla #opla buggy #opla #one piece live action #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #one piece x reader

[sugawhaaa]

hi!! i just read your skz reaction abt their s/o being insecure abt their body,, and i was wondering if you could do that same thing for piwon??

!!P1harmony reaction!!

Your insecure about your body

Warnings:: talking about body types and insecurities, the hyung line are the only smutish ones (obviously I'm not crazy)

Genre::fingering, doggy style (theo) blow job (jiung) oral f/receive (intak) hickeys (soul)

A/N:: sorry theos is rlly personal 😭 I have a hideous birthmark on my lower back and I've been insecure about it since I was like 5. I've grown out of the insecurity for the most part but it just went along with the fanfic too good. And once again sorry some are longer than others I'm trying not to be biased but sometimes the stories change the length of the one-shot ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

⭐️KEEHO⭐️

(Body hair)

You sat on the side of the pool with a summer hat, sunglasses, and a cover-up that hid your entire body. Not a single speck of skin could be seen from a considerable distance. Keeho in the pool swam over to you and put his arms up on the side of the pool.

"Why did you come if you're not gonna swim?" Keeho asked half genuine half teasing. You scowled at him. "Oh is it that time of the month?" He asked genuinely in a low voice.

"No," you shook your head and took off your sunglasses. The bright summer sun lit up Keehos face.

"What is it? If your shy there's no need to be. It's just me and the members," he put a hand to your thigh and you bit the inside of your lip.

"The party was just so sudden I didn't have time to shave," you explained as you looked at the water. You looked back at keeho to see his eyebrow raised.

"I get that you're insecure about that...but c'mon baby, you know no one here cares, and even I have body hair pretty much everywhere," he explained as he gestured to his body. He hopped up on the side of the pool with you.

"But your a man," you explained and you could see Keehos blood boil at your words.

"Listen. I don't give two flying French fucks if you have body hair, man or woman. It's natural okay?" He explained and you finally heard him out. He put his hand around your waist before leaning in to kiss you. Soul then sprayed Keeho with a water gun. Keeho shot a glare at him before turning back to you. "If you don't want to swim that is okay. But me and all the member would love for you to join us," he smiled before getting back in the pool and attacking soul.

You thought carefully about Keeho's words and caved in. You took off your hat and cover-up and set it on a bench on the deck. You jumped in the pool with a splash and Keeho smiled at you from the other side of the pool while drowning Soul.

🌹THEO🌹

(Body hair, scars, acne, birthmark)

Theo looked at you with a small grin as you panted on the bed, tired from your past orgasm. Theo sat beside you playing with your hair with his fingers that were not covered in your arousal. "Hey baby, I had an idea," he said in a soft, low voice. You look up at him waiting for him to continue. "How about we try a new position? Doggy style?" He proposes with a light smile. You are just about to say yes before stopping yourself. He'd see your back the whole time and your back is not a pretty sight. Lots of hair and pimples plus the worst of all an ugly hairy birthmark.

"Sure just let me get my shirt," you said leaning for your shirt on the end of the bed. Theo grabbed your wrist.

"Why?" He looked at you with a serious expression but his eyes were soft and twinkling.

"Uhm..." you had to quickly come up with an excuse on the spot. "People say it makes it more pleasurable," you lied with pink cheeks. Theo raised his eyebrow at you.

"What's the real reason?" He asked with a light smirk, his hand still wrapped around your wrist.

"Fine, I'm insecure about my back," you explained looking at his hand. Theo was taken aback. He let go of your hand but you didn't reach for your shirt.

"Why? Is it because of that birthmark?" He asked in an unimpressed tone. You nodded and Taeyang sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you I don't care," he pulled you onto his lap. "All I care about is hearing your desperate moans as I pound into you," he whispers in your ear and the butterflies in your stomach fly down south. "Harder Theo ~" he says mimicking your voice in a whisper. "The way you beg for me and my cock. You're just so obsessed with how good I make you feel~" Theo continues to whisper in your ear and your face turns red. "So what will it be? Will you let your insecurities win and I don't get to fuck you up, or you let me win and I make you see stars~?"

🍪JIUNG🍪

(Glasses)

You finally had Jiung right where you wanted him. On the bed, his back against the headrest, and his dick standing straight up. You wrapped your hand around his length and looked up at him. One of his eyes squinted shut as he looked down at you. You thought for a moment.

You wanted to give him a blow job but your glasses would get in the way, they're so big and would slip off your face if you bobbed your head but you also want to see Jiungs face and reactions. Jiung noticed your thinking face and patted your head drawing your attention. "Something wrong baby?" He asked in a sweet voice.

"I don't like my glasses. They're ugly and get in the way. I can't even give you a blowjob," you sigh and put your hand to your chin. Jiung chuckles before gently tucking some loose hair behind your ear.

"Your glasses are adorable," Jiung smiled. "And don't worry about going too fast so your glasses slip off. It's fine, take a nice pace, and don't worry about me, I'm sure it'll feel good," Jiung smiles with his eyes. You think before smiling back at him. He always knows just what to say to make you feel better. "Plus when I cum it won't get in your eyes," Jiung laughs and you slip your lips over his tip. Jiung whimpers and covers his mouth. "Fuck that's good," he smirks.

🍓INTAK🍓

(Going down on you but you say no bc u didn't shave)

Intak pouts at you when you refuse. "Please~ you always like it so much when I eat you out why are you saying no all of the sudden?" He asks with doe eyes. "Are you on your period?" He asks as he looks between your legs at your underwear to see if there's a string or pad.

"No!" You laugh and close your legs.

"Then what wrong?" He asked sincerely, looking up at you eagerly.

"It's just...I didn't shave there yet. I was going to yesterday but I ran out of time and-" you explained but Intak cut you off.

"How many times do I have to explain I don't care! If anything I like it better when you don't shave. I get to bury my face in your little pussy," he said with a smile as if he was talking about puppies or something cute. You blush and shake your head.

"But isn't it uncomfortable?" You look away and close your legs. Intak sighs before opening your legs again.

"No, now let me eat you out~!" He whined and you finally complied. You kept your legs open as he slid off your panties. He did as he said and buried his face into your folds, attacking your clit. You arched your back and grab his hair. He pulled back and smiled. "See it's not all that bad," he smirked.

🎀SOUL🎀

(Lips/mouth)

There's no doubt that you probably have the most innocent and cute-looking boyfriend ever but he doesn't always act like that with the girl he is head over heels for. He was lying on top of you as you played animal crossing on your switch. He noticed your low-cut shirt, his cheeks dusted pink. He hesitantly leaned down and kissed your chest, leaving a small purple hickey. You whimper very softly and looked down at him.

"What are you doing?" You whisper. You don't want his parents to hear during your first visit to his house. Instead of replying, he kissed your neck, sucking on your skin hard. You whimpered softly and sat down your switch. You put your hand on his head, feeling his soft blue and blond hair. "Shota..." you said softly as your face grew hot.

Soul grinned as he backed away from your neck. He leaned into your lips and you planned on just giving him a peck on the lips but he wanted more. He tried to turn it into a make out session but you put your hands on his chest and pull away. Soul instantly apologizes.

"I'm sorry did I take it too far?" He says softly with sympathetic eyes. You held your fingertips to your lips. You shake your head.

"No, it's just..." you look at him and he seems curious as to what you'll say. "I'm just kinda insecure about my lips and my kissing abilities," you chuckle and Soul tilts his head.

"How are you insecure? Like I mean your lips are plump and..." he blushes as he stares at your lips, "and I mean skill level doesn't matter, it's just how you feel," he smiles and you can't help but giggle at his innocence.

"My lips are always chapped and I often forget to brush my teeth and tongue," you explain and soul chuckles.

"My teeth are far from perfect either," he smiles and shows his crooked teeth. "And my lips are always cracking," he explains as he runs his fingers along his lips. "But I still give you hickeys with these teeth and I still kiss you with my lips," he smiles. "Because it feels good, it makes me happy," Soul grins as he hugs you. You think for a moment taking in his words. "So, do you want to feel happy or leave it as is?" He asks eagerly.

You kiss his forehead and he blushes. You smile at him before kissing him, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You moan softly into the kiss. He then bites your lip and tugs on it before letting go.

"Feels good doesn't it~?"

🍒JONGSEOB🍒

(Flat chest)

Your prepping for a date with your boyfriend. You look at yourself in your mirror and put a lip gloss on your lips. Jongseob quietly opens the door a bit watching you get ready. You have some music playing and you hum along as you put mascara on your lashes and curl them. You start singing along and Jongseob smiles as he admires you and your singing.

You brush your hair one final time before looking at yourself in the mirror. You turn to look at yourself from the side, your chest is still as flat as ever. You sigh and run your hand along your body. You adjusted your bra trying to make your chest appear bigger. Jongseob looked confused and continued to watch you. You put your hands on your hips with a grumble. You put in some bigger pads to your bra to make it look more full but it still doesn't look right. That's when Jongseob knocks on the door and you turn around. His elbow on the door frame as you look at him.

"Can I come in?" He asks as if he wasn't already basically standing in your room. You sigh and nod. He walks in and closes the door. He sits on the edge of your bed. "Do you think I don't notice?" He asks with his arms crossed.

"Well, you're supposed to notice!" You raise your voice but Jongseob is unbothered. "I do it so I seem hotter! To enhance my feminine features, make you like me more, make butterflies in your stomach go wild," you explain but Jongseob continues to go unbothered. You step closer to him. "What do you think all of this is for!?" You grab your concealer and gesture to it aggressively. Once you are finally close enough Jongseob kisses you. You're taken aback and fumble over your feet. Jongseob pulls back from the kiss and looks at you with doe eyes.

"That kiss was for you. Not your make up, not your height, not your hairstyle or color, not for how big or small your ass is, not for your chest, it was for you. My girlfriend," he stated before smiling and you look down at him surprised. "Here, why don't we wash up, change into our pajamas, and cuddle up and watch a movie?" He says as he caresses your cheek. You think for a moment before sighing.

"Your right..." you look at the floor before smiling at him. Jongseob smiles back and you can't help but laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" He asks pretending to be mad.

"Ever since you kissed me my lipsticks been on your lips," you laugh and Jongseob looks at you surprised before wiping his lips. He looks at his hand to see glittery lipgloss and pink lipstick.

"Why didn't you say anything!"

"Because you were being so serious!" You laugh.

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[diejager]

What if…

His steps boomed loudly around the old and well-maintained mansion you were given to watch over during your stay with your PMC. They reverberated around you, made the old wood creek and walls shake, he was loud and intimidating - intentional - like the sharp stomps of a giant. He chased after you, his whispers looming over your being as he caught up to you. He was seconds behind you. He was seconds closer to you. He was seconds to wrap his hand around your throat.

You cursed lowly, turning the corner sharply and running down another hallway (they were all alike, or were they? Did they have the same stain of brown - perhaps dried blood - on the same place? Did they have the same scratch from a knife from top to bottom? Did they have the same odd stench of rotten meat to them?). He felt closer, his footsteps lagging being you because his size and power. A wall of pure muscle, weighted down by little fat and hesitance, a sharp and determined mind to catch his prey. You.

His big hand swiped at your jacket, missing by a hair when you bent down to avoid his grabbing hands, thick fingers covered with calluses from continuous work. You ducked into the small opening of the broken wall, stumbling on your hands as you hastily pushed yourself up to gain a few seconds farther from him. He slammed into the wall, shaking the empty - save from you and him - and he grew quiet. Had he stopped his pursuit? You didn’t know, all you needed to do was escape from this mansion and find the rest of your fellow operators.

Growing suspicious, you peered over your shoulder, watching his figure vanish, dissolving in a swift blur. You heaved a relieved sigh, turning back to see where you were heading-

Then you hit a wall, slamming into a hard, unmovable wall that suddenly stood in your way. You fell back, yelping at the harsh texture of washed-off polish on the wood. You gazed at the wall instructing your way and cried out, quickly scrambling away on your hands and feet. The wall that suddenly appeared before you wasn’t a wall, it was him, the giant man that had been chasing you in his behemoth glory.

In a step or two, he caught you, stopping your poor attempt at crawling away from him. He raised you to his height and rammed you into the wall behind you. You squirmed, feet kicking as you dangled inches above the ground. He grasped your collar, holding you above your height but short enough that he could stare down at you with an ominous - an attempt at innocence - tilt of his head. The force of his hit dazed you, eyes rolling back as darkness clung to your vision. A groan left your mouth as you tried prying his hand off you, blinking away the stray tears and blurred vision.

He wore a porcelain mask of a doll with pale skin and rosy lips, his brown locks falling over the dirtied surface. It hid a well sculpted face, stubbled and sharp, his crystalline green eyes gleamed under the darkness. He wore a uniform white tank top that clung to his hardened figure, pants held up by suspenders and a belt around his slim waist. It did little to hide his heightened physique, even with the cardigan over his shoulders - it slid down an arm - who he hadn’t bothered to button over his hairy chest and muscled neck. Even the hand that grasped your collar looked overly strong.

He growled, pushing his chest to yours, pressing you against the wall - between a rock and a hard place - and gazed at your panicked expression. You gasped and squirmed, arching off the wall and kicking his leg. All to alleviate the burning sensation of his warm skin over your overly-covered one, decked with armament. His chest rumbled with a warning, telling to stop struggling against his hold and let him manhandle you.

Brahms König?

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[humaneflies]

hairy cishet dad getting pissed cause hes trying to lay down some new decking and he keeps breaking his giant acrylic nails

[chubbycelebs]

Nick Jonas Fattening Holiday

Nick had just finished a huge world tour with his brothers and was extremely exhausted. He knew he needed a long break from it all, and so he planned to get away on a boat, just for him to relax on.

Before he went, he was clearing out his dressing room. When he stumbled across a box that was on his dresser. He hadn't seen this box before so he was very intrigued as to what it was. He saw their was a note on the box so read it. The note read "These are to help you relax on your break. Hope it fills your needs - J" How odd Nick thought. But still interested he opened the box. In the box was a perfectly round, pink, shiny and sweet doughnut. The sweet smell hit him in the face and his mouth instantly started watering. He thought how nice it was to whoever gave him this to leave it for him. He picked up the doughnut and took a huge bite of it. The sweet icing and the pillowing pastry just melted in his mouth. It was the best thing he ever tasted in his life. Without even realising he had already finished the doughnut. He licked his fingers and then binned the box, very satisfied with the sweet treat left for him. After cleaning and getting home, Nick undressed ready for bed as he had a lot of travelling to do the next day. As he slipped off his shirt and noticed how bloated his belly looked.

He rubbed his belly with his hand feeling the hairs along its bloated surface. He shrugged off the extended gut as him just over eating today and he relaxed into his bed. He wasn't put off by his bigger stomach at all, in fact it felt nice and warm, but he knew it would go down by the morning.

However by the morning his stomach had in fact not gone down. As he groaned and stretched getting out of bed, he felt a warm feeling on his belly. As he got up and stumbled to the mirror, he noticed his belly did not go down over night, but had grown. His gut was bigger now, bigger than a bloat. It even stuck out from the sides now. He placed his hands on the big belly and felt that it wasn't hard but was soft like fat. Yet again though he didn't feel distressed but he felt warm and comfortable with it. And he had no time to stress about it. He had to get ready for his holiday.

As Nick arrived on his big boat, he couldn't wait to get into his swimming trunks and go out and lay on the boat deck, maybe go for a swim. Nick dumped his bags into his bedroom and stripped off into nothing. He stood there naked, going through his stuff looking for a pair of trunks. He then pulled out a pair of navy speedos. He didn't realise he had packed these but he couldn't be bothered to find anything else to get changed to so he settled for these. As he pulled them over this feet and up his legs, there was some resistance as he got to his thighs. They were very tight and hard to pull up. He began jumping, yanking them higher. It got tighter when he reached his thick cheeks, having to really pull hard as to get them in. Once he finally squeezed his body into the small speedos, he was out of breath and now hungry. He went to the kitchen on the boat and saw some take out on the side. He grabbed the bag and sat down out on the deck.

He felt his belly turn to rolls and roll over the top of his speedos. As he was eating his burger he looked at his hairy jelly belly and felt that warm sensation once again. He wasn't mad about it at all. And plus he was on a break, he can let him self go a little bit.

But it was becoming more then just a little bit.

Over the next few days, Nick's unexplained expansion was becoming more apparent. His body was pushing further outwards, his legs and arms, once muscle clad now looked like sausages, His chest, thick and soft like two burger buns, his arse becoming thicker and harder to squeeze into clothes. The main event, his belly, was growing the fastest. There was no way to hide his softening frame now, his belly had become too apparent.

All around the boat was unexplained bags of fast food too. Every morning there would be a family sized order of food that he just could't resist. By lunch the same would happen and by dinner time the same again. How could he complain though? Getting free take out food for every meal? Who would complain about that.

His body was struggling to be contained however. He was already expanding at an alarming rate, but with the mix of stuffing himself with fast food, the lazy hog couldn't stop growing. He had to spend most of his days in skin tight speedos as they were the only thing he could squeeze over his huge body.

One morning as he was gorging on a large burger, he noticed a paparazzi van on the shore. Nick, unaware of how drastic his changes were, went onto the boat deck to flex his desired body. He was used to paparazzi showing up whilst he was on holiday to snap a pic of his hot bod. However they weren't taking pictures of his hot body, instead documenting his hog body.

It became big news seeing how big Nick Jonas had gotten. Just a few days ago at his last show he was in such good shape, and now the only shape he resembled was a circle. But Nick was blissfully unaware of his situation. All he wanted to do was enjoy his holiday and enjoy all the food left for him.

It wasn't long before the first week of his holiday was over. He woke up on his final day and rolled out of bed, his belly making it impossible to sit up. Nick picked up the only thing that fit him now, his navy speedos, and made his way to the top deck of the boat. As he barely fit into the speedos, he looked out at the view on the boat. Just then he smelt the delicious scent of take out food. He turned around and saw that his brother Joe was standing there with his food. "Joe what are you doing here?" Nick asked smiling but confused.

"I've been here the whole time Nick. I've been feeding you all this fast food all week." Joe took a few steps closer to Nick. "Remember that doughnut Nick?" How could Nick forget, it was the best doughnut he's ever had. "Well you see, I gave you that doughnut. And it was laced with rapid weight gain powder and so is all the food I've been giving you. That's why you now look like a whale."

Nick looked confused. He looked down at his body and indeed he was huge. How had he not realised. "But why?"

"Everyone thinks you're the hot Jonas Brother. I'm jealous of you Nick so I made you fat so people would like me more."

"But I don't care Joe. I don't mind this" he jiggled his belly. "Now can I have the fast food I'm starving"

Joe was shocked. What had he turned his brother into? He was a greedy expanding hog now, mindlessly eating and growing huge. Nick couldn't care less. He just wanted to eat and relax. If that led to him becoming a huge whale of a man then so be it. Bring on the fat.

As by request, here is a story about Nick Jonas weight gain. I hope you enjoy this story, its nothing crazy but enjoy! Thinking of doing a part 2 with his brother possibly following his footsteps. Let me know what you think of that idea!

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[wormdebut]

NOVEMBER MICROFIC - PLAY NICE

@steddiemicrofic | PROMPT: rest | WORD COUNT: 387 | Rated: E (Arguably its M, but so much is heavily implied | CW: daddy kink, very possessive Eddie, D/S dynamics

ANYWAY MINORS DNI. Enjoy!

——

Eddie has died and gone to Heaven. (If that Heaven is covered in leather and latex…that’s his business.) This is the only explanation, he thinks, as he stares at his boyfriend.

His very hot, very muscular, very unclothed boyfriend. Decked out in only a strappy harness and the sluttiest little leather shorts Eddie has ever seen.

“Well, shit, baby.” Eddie breathes. He can feel a smirk cross his features to match Steve’s own. “When I said, dress slutty—wow. C’mere.”

Steve does, angel that he is. Eddie pulls at his deliciously hairy thighs and Steve swings a leg over Eddie’s own, plopping himself right into his lap.

“I did good?” Steve asks with his head cocked to the side, like a perfect little puppy.

“God yeah.” Eddie growls. One hand finding Steve’s ass quickly, kneading at the skin there. Steve lets out a moan, as Eddie’s other hand settles into perfect hair. He pulls Steve forward into a heated kiss, licking into his mouth. Steve mewls into it, perfect plaything that he is.

Eddie pulls back, holding back a laugh as Steve chases his lips. “What’s the rule, baby?”

Steve leans back, looking into Eddie’s eyes. “Everyone can look, but no one can touch.”

Eddie’s eyes lock on Steve’s, they’re glassy and beautiful. “No one, but you Daddy.”

Eddie leans forward to kiss Steve quickly, before pulling back again. “Good boy. Cause this,” he squeezes at Steve’s ass again and Steve gasps, “and all the rest of you belong to me. You’re mine, aren’t you babydoll?”

Steve nods in a daze, and Eddie cock his head, waiting for words.

“Yes, yours. All yours.” Steve answers quickly, pouting with his gorgeous lips puffed out, asking for another kiss without actually asking.

Brat. Eddie would have to work that little attitude out of him later, but, for now they had an event to go to.

Eddie pats at his cheek. Steve’s pout holds strong. “Come on, Stevie. Be good tonight and I’ll fuck you so nice when we get home.”

“What if I don’t want you to be nice?”

Eddie laughs as Steve slides off his lap, sticking his hand out to pull Eddie up off their sofa. ���Then be good for the rest of the night and I’ll fuck your shit up, when we get home.”

Steve smiles. “Mmkay.”

#steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficnovember #steddiemicrofic november #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #worm brain #Eddie owns a sex club #anyway I’m— #enjoy

[imhenritz]

"Is it normal to shave like that?"

Prompt: Chopper sees Mc shave Sanji out in the deck

Reader’s Name: Mc (Stands for Main Character but made it look like a name)

Note: This moment STILL takes place in the future from my “Giving Him the Love He Deserves” series. It can be a standalone, but it ties in with the story I’ve written before. Words: 3,780 Warnings: None. Just a fluffy drabble

Sanji felt a dark cloud looming over his head, a metaphorical storm that seemed to have settled there. One might have thought that Nami had set her climatact on him, given the gloomy atmosphere surrounding the usually charismatic chef.

"What's the deal with the cook?" Zoro asked as he returned from the kitchen for a water refill, eyeing Sanji with curiosity.

Mc sighed and paused from reading her book to look at Zoro. "He's going to be okay."

"As long as it doesn’t affect the food," Zoro shrugged nonchalantly, chugging his water before walking away, seemingly uninterested in the brewing drama.

Mc shook her head, her eyes softening with understanding. "Ji's a professional. It'll be okay."

Nami, who walked in, passed by a muttering Zoro and noticed the unusual distance between the couple, who were usually inseparable like magnets. "Is it still about that?" she inquired, her tone laced with concern.

"Afraid so," Mc replied, pushing her reading glasses up her nose and reopening her book, trying to mask her worry with a calm demeanor.

Chopper trotted up to the island, his innocent eyes wide with concern. "Sanji! Can I please have some milk?"

"Be with you in a bit, Chopper," Sanji muttered absentmindedly, his focus on wiping his hands off on a towel.

Chopper walked away with a polite thank you, clutching a bottle with a straw in his tiny hands and a book tucked under his arm. He headed towards the ladies on the deck, joining them in their reading session.

"Is Sanji okay?" Chopper asked, taking his place on the grass in front of the ladies, his blue nose twitching in curiosity.

Mc sighed and closed her book decisively. "He'll be fine in a bit. I'll fix him now."

After a few moments, Luffy, his neck stretched long, asked, "What are you looking at, Chopper?" He stayed on the side of the Thousand Sunny, his body stretched out as he fished.

"Come on, Chopper! We need more octopus for tonight's Takoyaki!" Usopp urged, snacking on bread while his other hand was on the fishing rod.

"Yeah," Chopper answered absentmindedly, still staring at Sanji, who was sitting on a chair on the deck, half of his face lathered with clouds that resembled cotton candy. The smell reached Chopper's nose, a mixture of soap and Sanji's natural scent. It was oddly comforting.

"Sanji and Mc?" Luffy frowned, his brows furrowing in confusion.

Chopper nodded once and returned to his stare, his thoughts running wild. "Is it normal to shave like that?"

“Ugh,” Luffy scratched his head, trying to comprehend the situation.

Robin, not looking away from her book, exchanged an amused look with Nami. "Of course not, Chopper. It's a special case."

Nami shook her head, her shades sliding down her nose as she studied the couple more closely. "If it were normal, we'd have a long line at barbers everywhere."

Robin gave a small laugh, enjoying the scene unfolding before her. "That would be a sight, Nami."

“Then why?” The young reindeer walked closer to Robin, seeking answers.

Robin opened her palm, offering Chopper a piece of candy, which he took without question before she explained, “Females' faces are often not as hairy as men's, yes?” She got a nod of understanding from the young reindeer. “So, when it’s there, some females don’t like how rough it feels against their skin.”

“Oh,” Chopper said, connecting the dots. “Then…”

Sanji unconsciously tuned out the chatter as Mc’s scent overwhelmed him, drawing him in closer. Mc was being so careful with his skin as she guided his head to the side. He didn’t move a muscle but secured her on his lap with both hands on her hips, silently reveling in her presence.

“I think I got all of it,” Mc muttered under her breath as she wiped away the remaining foam, revealing Sanji’s smooth face. She grinned as she guided his head side to side and nodded to herself, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “You look well-kept as always.”

"You won’t really kiss me with facial hair?" Sanji asked, amused, and Mc stared for a moment before attempting to get up.

Sanji let out a chuckle as Mc let out a surprised squeak when he pulled her closer, as if they weren't close enough yet. "I waited half a day for my kiss," his voice was soft with affection as he planted a peck on her lips.

"I’ll give you more after lunch," Mc winked and stood, a smile playing on her lips.

Brook sighed, a cup of tea in hand. "How I wish I had facial hair to shave! But alas, I am all but bone. Yohohoho!"

Usopp rolled his eyes. "I doubt every wife would do that. With that razor so close to my face, I don’t know if I’d want to!" he shuddered, imagining the scenario.

══════════════════ Thank you for reading! Not going to lie. I don't like Sanji's facial hair at all.

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[loveshotzz]

18+

Thinking about colors!older!steve on the fourth of july…

You’re over at his place, a yearly get together like christmas with him and Jenny. You two get to lounge in the pool while he gets to break out the grill.

He’s in nothing but his apron she got him last father’s day that says “Grill Master” and short blue swim trunks that stop right in the middle of his hairy thighs, with some white plastic birkenstocks on his feet. The colors make his tanned skin glow along with the sheen of sweat that coats it provided by the high hanging sun above.

You don’t know how thankful he is for the apron though especially today, because the tiny little swim suit you brought this year is going to haunt his every waking thought for at least the next two weeks.

The two of you sneak glances from across the back yard, and he thinks he might actually die when you decide to lounge on the floaty practically fully exposed to him. The water makes your swim suit cling to your curves like it’s suctioned to your body. Water dripping off your skin in beads collecting in the holes of the floaty, the slight breeze making your nipples peak. He can feel his jaw drop, quickly collecting himself when he catches the look on Jenny’s face.

You smirk eyes closed under your sunglasses, you don’t know what’s hotter the heat of his gaze or the summer day. Jenny scoff’s when Eddie Money starts playing over the speakers he installed a few years ago above their deck, interrupting the nap that was begging to take over in the gentle sway of the water. The high pitch ringing of her phone saving you both from her complaining as she clacks away in her flip flops to go talk to her boyfriend inside.

The silence is thick with tension that both of you have felt since last Christmas, a secret your best friend doesn’t know. He clears his throat and you roll off your floaty at the same time. The cold water soothes the damage the sun did, your sunglasses slipping off when you re-emerge.

His standing at the edge of the pool. Right in front of you.

His apron is slung over the patio chair behind him, giving you the perfect view of the lingering effects your have on him by how snug his trunks fit. The salt and pepper hair that covers the top of his chest curls with sweat, the muscles in his abs flexing when he can see how the water rolls down the swell of your breasts this angle. A deep sigh escaping through his nose.

“Honey.” It’s a warning.

“Yes, Mr. Harrington?” You bat your lashes, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth when you see the way the name makes his dick twitch.

He opens his mouth but whatever he’s about to say gets cut off by Jenny’s reappearance. His ears going red and eyes widening when you decide to push off the side of the pool floating on your back again at the same time.

“Are you getting in the water Dad?” She smiles brightly completely unaware of what’s happening under her nose.

He grumbles something about needing a drink, and maybe later before he disappears through the sliding door.

“I was gone for like 3 minutes, what’s his deal?” she asks annoyed reclaiming her spot next to the pool.

You just shrug, taking another few laps before you say you have to go to the bathroom. She doesn’t think anything of it too distracted by her phone again.

It takes him less than a minute to find you once you’re inside pulling you into his office. He doesn’t care that you’re dripping chlorine all over his hard wood floors, or how you shiver from the cold of the AC. Not when he’s got you propped on his desk buried between your legs with one large hand covering your mouth to block your moans from his daughter just outside the curtain covered window. Stretching you open more and more with each harsh thrust of his hips, till he feels the way you start fluttering around his dick. Your walls begging him for his release which he gladly gives you, filling you to the brim before he’s sliding your bottoms back in place not giving you the option to clean up.

#i wrote this at work today idk lol #colors series #older!steve thots #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #older!steve harrington

[cumikering]

Werewolf Keegan x reader 5

3.2k | fluff, suggestive You threatened Keegan with a good time (part 1) (part 6)

Guess who didn’t wipe off your lipstick smudge the rest of the evening. Keegan was into the whole claiming shenanigan more than he thought he did after all.

He smiled to himself as you hiked to the cabin in his jacket. ‘It’s warmer than yours,’ he said, and he was a few seconds away from offering you his beanie. How soon could he make you wear a shirt that said Keegan’s without it being weird?

As part of Raider’s handover process, he had started his training with Gabe. The K9, however, stayed with his handler that weekend because Keegan was taking you on an overnight trip. He figured the cabin was too small for the three of you. That, and he couldn’t find blindfold for dogs.

On the deck next to steaming cups of tea, you had wraps you packed that morning. You leaned onto his shoulder, looking over the city in the distance.

“I miss Raider,” you said longingly. “He’d keep me warm.”

How dare you think he couldn’t keep you warm. Was this a challenge? He pulled you closer. “Are you cold? We can go inside.”

You smiled. “In a bit. Want to watch the sunset with you.”

He moved you to sit between his thighs before putting his beanie on you, tugging it past your eyes. You giggled as you repositioned it.  He held your hands and stuffed them in the pockets of your (his) jacket, chin resting on your shoulder.

Against the textured pink backdrop, the sun inched towards the horizon. Keegan nuzzled your neck, his strong arms wrapping around you. The night fell as the golden flares fizzled out and he flicked on the LED lantern. He laid you down on the deck, his hand behind your head, kissing all over your face with his fingers lacing between yours.

“We need to get in! I don’t want the wolf to come by again.”

“Leave some PB sandwiches out as a peace offering,” he said, rubbing his nose against yours.

You laughed. “No, they’re mine and I’m not sharing with anyone.”

“Not even with me?”

“No, all mine.”

He let out a mock gasp. “I’ll have to eat them all when you’re sleeping.”

He got up to his feet before taking your hand to help you up, leading you into the cabin.

“This is the bed?!” you exclaimed, gesturing at the mattress, which was more of a glorified yoga mat, if he was honest.

“I thought I’d warned you.”

“Well, yes, but you didn’t tell me it was this small. How are we going to fit in there?”

We? He melted a little. “It’s yours. I’m taking the floor. There’s an extra blanket here somewhere.”

“You know I won’t let you do that, right? But… I can’t sleep pressed up to you without a shower either!”

Silly you, threatening him with a good time. “I don’t mind. Not at all.”

You got cleaned up and climbed into bed in his hoodie and your thickest sweats. With your back against the wall, you lay on his chest.

“You know, the first time you stayed at mine,” you began.

His heart skipped a beat. Oh shit, did you-

“I dreamt of my childhood dog, that he was next to me in bed.”

Oh, thank fuck. “What’s his name?”

“Jake.”

Huh, so that’s what you said.

“He was a huge Newfoundland, fluffy jet black fur, like your hair.” You smiled. “Now you know why I like touching it so much.”

It was official. He wasn’t going to cut his hair ever again.

He slid your hand under his shirt. “You sure it wasn’t just me? I’m pretty hairy too.”

You laughed, pinching his stomach.

“Hey, peanut,” Keegan said, fingers twirling your hair.

“What did you just call me?”

“Peanut, like peanut butter.” My favourite fucking thing.

“At this point the P in your name should just be Peanut.”

He chuckled. “Would you still like me if I was a dog?”

“I think the question is supposed to be worm, not dog.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got no plans of becoming a worm. Dogs though, they chill and nap. It’s always a good time being a dog.”

“You’re making it sound like you do plan on becoming a dog.”

“Look at Raider. He’s always happy, isn’t he?”

“That’s true.”

“So? Would you still like me if I was a dog?”

“Yes, I will. Maybe even more.” You paused. “But don’t shed too much!”

He pressed a kiss against your temple. “I promise I’ll clean up after myself with an industrial-sized lint roller.”

He knew it was silly banter, but the words lulled that little part of his brain, that you’d like the other him anyway. He wanted to soak in it, fantasise that you were staying despite his demanding schedule and sullen silence, that maybe you liked him enough to make it work.

Would you, he wanted to ask. If you wanted to bear it with him, make you promise you’d never leave and be the end of all of this, give him what he never knew he wanted.

But that’s not how life worked, so he didn’t. Not now with his terrible secret anyway.

Comfortable silence filled the room. Your hand was still under his shirt, warm against his fuzzy stomach.

“I might go out for a walk later tonight, so don’t be worried if I’m gone, okay?”

“Don’t get lost.”

He chuckled. “No, you don’t get lost.”

“Touché.”

Keegan held you close as your breathing eventually deepened. When he was sure you were asleep, he carefully removed his arm from under you before tucking you in, kissing you on your forehead.

Outside, the night was still with the crescent moon high in the cloudless sky. He stepped out onto the deck and took a deep breath of the fresh cold air before shifting behind the bushes.

With a content sigh, his wolf rolled on the ground, the dried leaves tickling his back making him pant. He jumped to his paws before running through the woods, revelling in the breeze in his fur. He’d missed this. It was nice to finally stretch his legs after so long.

And that better-than-peanut-butter scent filled him again. He stopped in his tracks and turned back towards the cabin. Uh oh, did he wake you?

Sure enough, you sat on the deck, arms wrapping around your legs as you gazed at the moon with a small smile. He sighed. Oh, you were so pretty. He could, and would, look at you all night. He’d love to come up to you, but you were scared of his wolf. As quietly as he could, he crawled behind the bushes. He could settle for the next best thing for his peanut.

As he pushed his snout against the leaves to peek between them, a twig crunched under him. Your head whipped to his direction, and he ducked and froze in place. Dog logic: if he couldn’t see you, you couldn’t see him either.

You leaned back again and began combing through your hair with your fingers. He held his breath, letting your scent breeze pass, but it wouldn’t, and it was his undoing. The leaves rustled as he sat up, panting behind the bushes, front paws padding in eagerness. Why did you have to make it so hard for him?

“Keegan?”

His tail swayed faster. With a whimper, he stuck his head out.

“Oh God, it’s you,” you gasped.

Yes, it’s me!! He hopped out, tail wagging.

“Okay,” you said breathlessly. You stood as slowly as you could. “I guess it’s my fault for going outside. Keegan said you’re friendly, but you’re huge and I’m still very much scared.”

His head tilted. Why did his name sound so good coming out of your mouth?

You backed towards the door. “Respectfully, I don’t mean to be rude at all, but on the off-chance you understand this, would you mind terribly if you keep your distance? Please?”

It was hard to register your words when your scent made his head spin. He crawled towards you, making himself as small as he could as his tail continued to fan behind him. When he got to you, he rubbed the top of his head against your stomach.

“Please don’t bite me,” you said under your breath.

I won’t! At your feet, he rolled onto his back, blocking the door. Give me belly rubs NOW! He waited, his paws folded in front of him, panting. When nothing happened, he lifted his head.

You stood there frozen. He whimpered, high-pitched and desperate. I promise I won’t bite! With a shaky breath, you tentatively reached for his belly. He boofed, tongue lolling.

You let out a nervous chuckle. “I suppose you’re pretty friendly after all.”

I told you! He huffed. Now keep going, please, miss.

You sat down, still scratching him. When you stopped, he lifted his head again. This time you had an amused smile on your face. He flipped over and licked the back of your hand before splaying over your lap.

“You have no idea how big you are, do you?” You laughed, scratching the back of his ears.

He sighed, tilting towards you. Yes, yes, right there. On the brink of falling asleep, his eyes fluttered. I CAN’T. You’d get a heart attack if he shifted back to his bare human form right there.

He straightened up, sitting on your lap as he stared you down with his bright yellow eyes, unblinking, face inches away from you.

You looked away. “C- Can you not do that, please? It’s rude to stare, and I feel you’re going to bite my face off.”

He whimpered, looking down at his paws. It was hard being a misunderstood wolf.

“Thank you.” You ran your fingers down the fur of his neck. “I know Keegan would be laughing if he sees me talking to you.”

His tail trashed again at his name.

“Do you know him?” You chuckled. “Keegan?”

His paws padded on your thighs.

“You do, huh?” You patted his head. “You’re such a sweet boy, very smart too.”

You called him a sweet boy! Could he sprain his tail from excitement? He was going to pass out.

A gust of wind rushed between you, fresh, smelling like dawn. He walked over to the edge of the deck, snout in the air. The rain was coming. Sure enough, the first drop fell.

“Oh, I hope he’s not too far away. I don’t want him to get sick.”

That reminded him. He needed to secure his clothes behind the bushes before they got wet. He nuzzled your neck and licked your hand one last time before disappearing into the woods.

You stood on the deck with your hood drawn tight when Keegan rushed to the cabin with his lantern, rain splotches on his shirt.

“What are you doing out here?” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, guiding you back in. “It’s cold out.”

“You went for a walk with no jacket on.”

“I don’t get cold, you do.”

“Well, then you should have stayed in bed and kept me warm.”

He smiled. “Sorry. I won’t leave again.”

You told him about your encounter with the wolf-dog before quickly falling asleep in his arms.

“Would love to see that handsome boy again. His fur is so soft, like your hair,” you’d mumbled.

It made his imaginary tail wag.

When he left for his next mission days after, Keegan took his beanie and hoodie you wore that night. Sleeping on floors of differing textures didn’t feel so bad when he felt like you were there next to him (on the rare occasions he could tune out Ajax’s snoring). In the field, your handkerchief stayed in his pocket. On his phone, there was now a peanut emoji next to your name.

It was a luxury that he arrived back in the city during the day and finished his debrief before it got dark. With a racing heart, he waited outside your work to pick you up for dinner. It had been too long since he saw you last.

“Keegan!” You gave him a chaste kiss and wrapped your arms around him. “Thank you so much. I love, love it!”

He chuckled, his hands on your shoulders, looking you over. “What?”

“The flowers. They’re my favourite.” You held out the small bouquet, the smile on your face too sweet as your eyes twinkled.

He blinked. “Those aren’t from me.”

“Oh,” you said in a small voice as you took a step back.

He didn’t mean to break your heart, but bitterness pricked.

“There’s no sender, but you got back today and I thought-” You didn’t meet his eyes.

He pulled you to him, kissing your temple. “No, I’m sorry. I should have got you something.”

He didn’t know who those flowers were from, but he could fight. The dude would have to go to war with this jealous spec ops soldier before even dreaming of snatching you, because he sure as hell wasn’t about to let that happen.

He should be flattered you thought it was him when it could have been anyone. He had to step his game up the following weekend. You deserved it.

Time to find new date spots and get you more jackets.

But as luck would have it, that Friday afternoon the familiar heat crawled up his spine. He groaned. His rut was approaching and he knew it was only going to get worse for the next day or two.

I’m coming down with a fever. I don’t think I can meet you tonight, and I might have to cancel the reservation tomorrow. I’m sorry

Bare in bed, Keegan buried his face in one of his beanies you wore, his hips squirming in discomfort, skin damp with sweat. With you in mind, for hours, he did what he could to nurse the distress but as he’d expected, to no avail. It could have been worse really - at least this time his rut came while he was home. Still, he wanted to scream at the thought of the weekend without you.

Fuck this rut. He was supposed to be cuddling on your couch watching a movie, making you laugh with his lame commentary. He should be sleeping next to you, nuzzling your neck with your back pressed to his chest, but there he was instead, stuck at home with his body on fire.He just wanted you. Was that too much to ask for?

He groaned pitifully, not even registering the knock at the door until-

“Keegan?”

He stilled, thinking he was imagining your sweet voice, but you called out again.

“Peanut?” he said to himself. He sat up, swiping his boxers from the floor and stumbling to the door, eyelids heavy.

There you stood in your clothes from work, holding a bag of takeaway with a smile that immediately dropped when your eyes travelled down his flushed, shirtless body.

“Oh dear,” you muttered, looking away. “Am I interrupt- Are you with someone?”

Confused by the crack in your voice, he looked himself over. He wanted to die when he realised what you saw. Fuck. This. Rut.

He pulled you in by the wrist and slammed the door close before bolting into his bedroom. “Give me a second!”

Behind his door, he took deep breaths and willed the situation to go down (it didn’t, of course). But he did his best concealing it in his sweatpants and the baggiest hoodie he owned that felt like the sauna cranked to infinity.

When he emerged out, you were sitting at the table.

“Are you o-“

“I’m so sorry. I swear that happens whenever I get a fever.” He knelt beside you, gripping your hands.

You stared at him for a few seconds before letting out a chuckle. “You don’t look good.” You pushed the clumps of hair off his wet forehead.

His head thumped, skin scalding, but your scent swirling around him dulled the ache. Ever the sweet little thing, you surprised him with a visit, even brought him food to his den. Did you know you were playing a dangerous game?

His fingers grasped your chin as he leaned in. Thinking it was a peck, you pulled away after a beat but he pressed on, arm wrapping around your waist, making you giggle. You were intoxicating even that your shirt carried faint scents of others too. What a nuisance. You needed that off.

He led to his bed and pulled you on top of him, cupping your cheek.

“It’s your fault if I get sick too.” You smiled against his lips.

He knew you wouldn’t, but he couldn’t help wonder what would happen if you did magically catch the same illness, and if you’d be able to keep your hands off him, if he would be able to keep his off you if you couldn’t. His fingers dug into your waist at the thought.

“I think about kissing you a lot. Way too often,” he said breathlessly, eyes closed.

You pulled at the fabric stuck to his skin. “Do you want to get changed? You’re sweating so much.”

He pulled his hoodie off in a swift motion, not caring where he tossed it. “Miss you too much.” His eyes flickered close again. “Just… Stay. Need you here.”

You lay next to him with your head propped up, wiping his face and chest with the small towel on the nightstand. Your fingers went to his hair.

He let out a satisfied sigh.

“You love scratches, don’t you?”

“Love when you touch me,” he rasped.

Your fingers trailed down his neck and chest, dancing over the rise and fall of him, slowing the closer they travelled south. He could feel his own heartbeat as chills ran down his spine, his breath growing shorter. Eyes half-lidded, he tugged your fingers just a hair lower.

An invitation. A plea.

Keegan woke with your back to him, wrapped tight in the comforter you hogged all night. You’d changed into one of his shirts and sweats, your feet sticking out from the burrito you’d rolled yourself into. He got up to grab a pair of socks, and as he put them on you, he realised his head had stopped spinning. His fever was gone.

Last night, he recalled, with the blush over your face and the way your chest heaved, you couldn’t meet his gaze. Even through fluttering lids, he didn’t miss how your eyes raked over him, over and over, your lips parted. Your touch lingered the rest of the night until sleep took him: breathless, but floating with the glow in his chest.

He chuckled softly at the sight of you sleeping so peacefully, leaning in to kiss your temple, and he lingered over you. The morning had started spilling into the room, golden against your perfect face, your pretty lashes fanned over your cheeks. The lips he never got tired of kissing curled into the faintest smile. He sighed.

Keegan chose this path to make use of soul he was granted, for a purpose. He put his life on the line to fight, to protect what he loved. He never knew what it was until then.

@tiredmetalenthusiast @shadofireshinobi @keegansshark @two-gh0sts @rowanyaboats @mangoguy @astraluminaaa @dead-cipher @synnicall

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[afusionoffandoms]

I'm all for assigning things that aren't inherently trans as trans, like if a Japanese bullet train happens to have pretty pastel white, blue and pink colours and cherry blossoms, it's a trans train, we own it now, fuck the haters. I love that. Make people mad, because those who would be offended by that, are not my allies regardless.

But it bugs me that most of these cases, and most trans pride stuff, like trans positive posters made for pride month, or it's merch of some kind, or anything related to trans memes, or say, a queer tarot or playing card deck with a trans card in them, even if the character featured is explicitly a transman, it's always feminine in nature.

It's always cherry flowers and glitter and unicorns and pastels and knee socks (and I know these things aren't inherently gendered, and I know indulging in femininity is important to a large number of trans folks) but the issue I have is that it makes trans synonymous with cute and sparkly and delicate things. Stereotypically, symbolically, feminine things. And I wouldn't have an issue with it if it wasn't already a very deep and ongoing problem with trans anything, that only AFAB non-binary and AMAB transfeminine people are fronted, while the rest of us are pushed back, never seen nor heard, forgotten even in activism and politics, never represented in any way, even by our own kind.

Where's trans coloured/representing things that are filthy and grunge? Dark, hairy, scary, or nasty or neons or, god forbid, masculine? Why does everything trans always have to be pretty?

It stings, not because it's in itself a particularly big deal, but because that specific spot has been rubbed raw by countless, persistent and unrelenting friction for as long as I can remember.

So the next time you want to represent anything trans in art or whatever, even if it's in a meme. Consider not always making it cute and pretty. Let all of us feel represented, if at least by our own.

#transandrophobia #transandromisia #transmisandry #virilmisia #virilphobia #trans men #trans masculine #trans masc #transmasc #trans #transgender #lgbt #equality #misandry #misogyny