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astr0exe · 2 months

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Imagine könig with a stepbrother, figuring out said stepbrother is trans and being like “shit I could get him pregnant”

okay so im sorry if i took this in the wrong direction but hey !

CW : filth, transmasc reader (on testosterone!), explicit consent despite slight drinking, praise, breeding (obvs)

this will be filthy, probably, idk yet !:)

757 words !!

You and your stepbrother König were.. close, closer than people would expect, you hung out together despite König being 8 years older than you. You and König were just sat around, drinking, you were quite tipsy when you told him, “Königg, you know.. im trans right?” you asked it like a question cause you honestly thought he knew, but that man’s face pales, his eyes widen and his mouth opens and his first sentence is “shit.. I could get you pregnant..”

You both sit there for a while, just staring at each other before hears a quiet mumble from you “i wouldnt mind you doing that…”

he would probably be shocked at first before realising what you said, groaning loudly at the thought of even just fucking you. But getting you pregnant? now thats a whole other fantasy.. a darker one, a more depraved one.

You move closer to your stepbrother, your lips ghosting over his, the alcohol making you more confident as you kiss him, softly, but its not reciprocated the way you expect. He is harsh and rough, your teeth clashing together as he basically tackles you onto the couch, an almost crazed look in his eyes as he grinds his hard thick (lets be real it would be massive) cock against the seam of your jeans, making it brush your small, sensitive dick so aggressively yet so perfectly you whine loudly.

He murmurs a quiet “are you sure this is okay? cause if you don’t say no now.. I don’t know if I will be able to stop..” You nod your head sharply replying with your hands going down to his pants “yes.. König.. need you to fuck me.. to ruin me..” you whisper in his ear before biting his neck softly, admiring the slight purple mark that is left there, along with the indent of your teeth.

With his belt off and your hips grinding up against him he cant resist, he flips you over, your stomach on the couch as he pulls your hips up with one hand and shoves his pants and boxers down with another. You cant help but huff at the slightly awkward position that you have to take your pants off in, but you manage, with your lower halves completely bare, he groans “fuck.. i can see how wet you are from here, just drenched for your stepbrother’s cock yeah?”

As you try to reply your sentence loses all meaning, turning into pointless babbling when König eases his large dick into you. Its like its hitting your cervix when he finally stills, all the way inside, giving you a little time to adjust to his size. He knows he is big, most people see his cock and run, but not you.. no.. not his little brother..

When you give him the slight jerk of your hips he needs as permission to move, he loses all sense of being, all he can think about is your tight cunt and how perfect it is wrapped around his cock.. And.. fuck he can’t stop thinking about how you would look pregnant, round and glowing due to the baby he put in you. He grips you hair, making your back arch uncomfortably but you can barely feel the pain due to the immense pleasure König is making you feel.

All you can hear are his groans and praises “Liebe.. Oh meine Liebe you feel so good, so tight and perfect.. youre such a good boy, fuck..” even with his mouth being so close to your ear his voice sounds quiet compared to your loud moans, his hand moves towards your engorged dick jerking and rubbing as your moans change in pitch, giving away how close you are. His teeth find your neck in a show of pure possessiveness.

You clench around him tightly as your orgasm washes over you in waves, with how much you tighten König’s hips stutter slightly, however still trying to keep himself from cumming, but he knows he isnt going to last. He needs to fill you up, fuck you full of his cum, get you pregnant. A few hard thrusts later he does, his white seed painting the walls of your cunt along with your cervix, he cums so much you can almost feel it.

When you try to move away he doesn’t let you, a firm hand between your shoulder blades to keep you in place, keep you plugged with his cum, his only reasoning is “i did tell you i wanted to get you pregnant”

#cod x reader #x trans male reader #cod smut #cod x male reader #cod konig #konig x reader #konig x you #konig smut #x transmasc reader #cas speaks

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applepieshy · 10 days

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I had an idea to redesign vox because I didn't love that a character obsessed with modernization would wear a top hat and bowtie. then after a brief stint into madness where I read my partner's historic costuming textbook I drew.... all this.

(side note: the idea of vox being a trans man who transitioned AFTER death was super compelling and absolutely inspired by @prince-liest so while this is not direct fanart of their series I wanted to give a shoutout anyway!!!)

okay some TRULY unhinged rambling about historic costume below the cut YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

1950s: for this design I very much did not want to go to the typical a-line housewife look, because I feel that is unfitting for vox's character. instead I went for a more business look, but there is still a level of femininity that he would have been expected to perform. i wanted to express his discomfort with that through the pose and expression, though at the time he wouldn't necessarily have a framework for why he hated it

1960s: this one was very fun. i loved the idea of vox beginning to eschew some of the expected feminine presentation, and he no longer wears makeup, jewelry, or hose (though its hard to tell in black & white); however, he's kind of at war with himself in this time period. he's obsessed with seeming perfect and having a respectable image, so he would not go in for the counter-culture movements that were so big in the 60s. he's still kind of riding those coattails though, pushing those boundaries while still not acknowledging his queerness.

1970s: to me, it was very important that the gender hit as he entered the world in color. in my mind the gender euphoria is physically manifested in a wizard of oz situation - he can become who he always has been. anyway, gender aside, I think it was very important to me personally that he wore an ascot. it was for my mental health.

1980s: I wanted the 1980s to be the period where he began to gain some power and notoriety because of the de-regulation of television during this period to allow more ads, mirroring real-world history. I think if the 70s were when vox gained some real confidence, the 80s are when he got an Ego (tm). "business casual" also began to become more acceptable in this time period, and the t-shirt/suit jacket combo was very important for me to include, as to me it epitomizes the commercialism and machismo of the 80s.

1990s: this was actually the decade I was the most nervous to design, and yet I think it turned out the best? the 90s are known for grunge, which I think is NOT vox's style at all. I decided instead to lean hard into the yuppie look, which I know is more associated with the 80s but was definitely still a thing in the 90s. I also allowed a little hip-hop influence in the form of a gold chain from val, which is not something I think vox would ever pick on his own.

2000s: if the 90s were the decade I was worried about and turned out great, the 2000s are the decade I thought I had down SO GOOD and then totally floundered in execution. I still love the bubble-mac inspired head, and I tried to make his clothes as "round" as possible. I also like that this is the time where his saturation got cranked. however, I don't know if I'm in love with the vest and super bright sneakers, because again, looking back on it, he kind of looks like he works at a movie theater or best buy or some shit lol,,,

2010s: I think it's telling that this is by far the closest to his canon design (2014 tumblr lookin ass). I really wanted to pull from that hipster tech bro era, but unfortunately that aesthetic has a veneration for "retro" which again, is not fitting for vox. I still think he would wear the bowtie during this time because, well... he sure does in the show!

2020s: this was fun because I had an excuse to pull from haute couture design rather than street fashion because of the introduction of velvette into his life. I truly do not think velvette would let vox and val walk around in the outfits that they do because it would be an actual embarrassment LMAO. for this, I wanted his decorative "robes" to be evocative of the time he depicted himself as a priest AND of a cape/robe of an emperor. he does think of himself as that bitch, after all.

#vox #trans vox #vox redesign #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin fanart #my art

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yanderestarangel · 11 months

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☆ MIGUEL O'HARA X FTM READER

Warnings: Porno plot, smut, only smut here, mild possessiveness, FTM reader, AFAB anatomy, use of the word "cunt", lots of profanity, use of male pronouns, use of the word "you", compliments, use of the word "boy", revised, corrected, this was the most smut shit I've ever written in my life, creampie, fingering, saliva, slightly aggressive sex, the nickname "little bitch" used,my English.

You two met when he was still working as a bioengineer, both bench colleagues.

He saved you when he was still starting work on Spider-Man and you recognized him by his voice, swearing not to tell anyone about it.

The two of you grew closer when Miguel began to playfully flirt and tease you and you reciprocated, creating a tense sexual climate between the two of you.

He knew you were a trans man and he really didn't care, you were natural embracing your nature without taking hormones and it made Miguel sigh, he really liked watching you as a little boy in the lab, wearing those extremely baggy men's clothes while wiggling lightly on hair full of gel.

Miguel from the beginning of the passion for you had erotic desires and dreams, imagining the taste of your cunt in his mouth, while he grunted and moaned masturbating while looking at one of your photos in the bath, ending lasciviously on the screen of his cell phone and on your face in the picture, he felt a little bad afterwards but you turned him on so it became routine.

He would ask you out by agreeing to play video games at his house after lab hours. Miguel jumped with joy inside but only spoke with a neutral expression: "Okay, I'll give you a ride and we'll go together."

Soon going to the bathroom biting his hand while screaming with joy.

You two would arrive at his apartment, a huge tv in the living room, a PS4 and some snacks and drinks of your choice, he had everything you liked or had talked about at one time or another.

Miguel wasn't going to be able to concentrate on the game, watching his body so close to his on the couch, he was going to take off his shirt showing his physique with the excuse of "I'm hot my boy."

He loves calling you that because he knows it turns you on. Miguel would soon give up the Game leering at you with eyes red with lust, you would play innocent, asking what he had or what he wanted.

Miguel would smile as he takes his thigh with those big hands full of veins and takes his own erection while biting his lip. "-I just want to fuck you and fill you with my cum, naughty little boy~" Miguel would speak hoarsely whispering in your ear while you moaned and surrendered to his mercy.

Miguel would soon take off his baggy shorts, exposing his body and his wet pussy to him, letting out a hoarse moan at the sight of you with open legs waiting for his thick and big cock.

"-Oh fuck... You're going to milk my dick like that aren't you my boy? A boy as handsome as you walking around... You're really asking for a dick in that hot pussy aren't you?" - Miguel would hustle and smile at you as he pulls out your thick, hard cock, oozing pre-cum, lightly massaging your clit as he hears you moan sweetly and submissively for him.

"Damn boy... What a tight pussy, you really want to make me come... I literally can't even fit my dick in that beautiful pussy of yours..." Miguel would say as he put his thick fingers in his mouth to lubricate, then shoving them in your pussy and hearing you moan even louder. Miguel would finally remove his fingers, thrusting his thick, throbbing cock into your swollen pussy, he would moan like an animal as he slowly slid himself fully inside you while holding your waist.

"-Fuck you baby, I'm going to start moving ok? Fuck you boy your pussy is so hot I swear I'm going to fill you up." - Miguel would moan loudly as he towered over you on the sofa, moving his hips back and forth, kissing your mouth savagely in the process. Miguel would accelerate little by little calling you all possible nicknames.

"-Shit, I swear I'm going to come, I've waited so long you know? So long you teased me in that fucking lab, I just wanted to get down on my knees and fuck that pretty face of yours boy."

"-You take my dick so well right? You're a naughty boy, moaning like a little bitch, no one will make you come like I do."

"- Fuck... Shit I swear I'm holding back, you know? You're such a good little boy to me, aren't you? So beautiful... Your body is so perfect, I just want to cum in every possible place of that beautiful body of yours my prince."

Miguel would accelerate, hearing their skins slam together as the wet slurp of lustful liquids mingled in Miguel's tanned groin and abdomen, making him groan at the sight.

Miguel would also get even more possessive as he accelerated the shaft of his cock into your tight pussy while using one hand to cup your face and look you in the eyes, irises red and piercing with anger and desire.

"-No other man will touch you like I do, you hear? You are my boy, only mine, you will only have my dick in that cunt or any other hole in your body. Do you understand me?" - Miguel would speak practically growling while squeezing his cheeks holding his face and accelerated even more.

Miguel lets out a satisfied groan when he hears you agree, then gripping your hips as I moan and laugh.

"-You will only have my dick, only mine, you are mine now, understand? I am everything to you now, everything. You are my sweet boy."-Miguel speaks practically crying with pleasure as he leans in your ear.

"-You're a fucking little bitch and you're my little bitch. Do you hear? Dude. You're my boy. You're just going to fuck your Papito (daddy) now.~" Miguel speaks with an extremely strong accent moaning in his ear as he feels your orgasm arrives.

He would just rev his hips filling your pussy with his thick shaft as he moaned over and over again that you were his good boy and he was proud of you being so perfect and naughty, swallowing his cock like a little bitch.

Miguel would soon give one last thrust feeling his body tremble as his cock writhed inside you, filling you with hot, thick, sticky cum.

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ggggggfft · 1 year

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are you a chaser for ftms? 💕

Yes. Seeing a gorgeous “man” and knowing “he” secretly has a soft pink pussy in “his” pants that I can use to suck the cum out of my tip turns me on like nothing else. Especially if “he” wants to be corrected and detransitioned back into the dirty slut she never stopped being.

Girls with flat chests and big clits are my favorite but I like delusional women with fat tits and hips who call themselves men but haven’t or barely started hormone therapy just as much. I love pussy and I love tomboys and I love confused lesbians/straight girls in denial. Fucking a “he/him” female and watching “him” break on my cock and beg to be bred feels the best. I love spilling my cum inside a bitch’s hole knowing there’s a risk this “man” could wind up pregnant with my kids.

I’ve fucked two or three ftm this last year and all of them wanted to be made into submissive toys and worship real dick with their sexy girly bodies. All masculine appearing in public too. It makes me wonder if all ftm are just waiting to converted and just need the right man. The shame of looking and acting like a male in their daily life but knowing they’ll open their legs to satisfy their female urges makes them so much hornier than regular girls and none of them are ever on birth control.

I live in a red state and my goal for this year is to knock one up and convince (or even blackmail her if I have to) her to keep it and force her off hormones until she gives birth. Ideally she’d realize she’s much happier as a woman and detransition permanently, but even if she decides to get back on hormones and continues to call herself a man she’ll always know that she needed to submit to her biology more than she needed her trans identity. I hope it makes her so ashamed and so horny every time she thinks about what her pussy made her do. This is my ultimate fantasy.

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yaoiboypussy · 8 months

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If you headcanon a big/buff male character as trans man and then draw them as a skinny guy with birthing hips and a push-up bra I wish you a very god please stop.

#trans #transgender #trans man #transmasc #fandom #headcanons #.txt

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bloodweep · 5 months

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Warning these are NSFW

I’m also a trans man that is a-okay with pussy/cunt - I mainly write character x male reader but headcanons they are for everyone

“Ma don’t do this to me”

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ After some time together ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ He gets excited over you very easily, he normally did; but now it’s worse, your scent invades his senses all the time; torturing him slowly

‗ ❍ The hugs getting longer, tighter and clingier

‗ ❍ Chests pressed together, his nose behind your ears nuzzling, if you hear a low guttural sound leave him ignore it; it will make it worse

‗ ❍ his hands began to wander, no longer staying around your midsection, moving to your hips, so dangerously close to your ass

‗ ❍ eventually he would have you caged to a tree, his forearm pressing into the bark, ignoring the scratching form on his skin, his muscles bunching and flexing by your head - this would happen more often now, this position, caging you in, loaning over you, yet he didn’t force anything

‗ ❍ GODS I know he would have the biggest muscles of his brother, so fucking big and bulky

‗ ❍ in this position he would show his fangs more, his tail flicking lazily behind him

‗ ❍ UGH he would definitely lean over you, his head tilting down into your space to speak, whispering to you so your conversation can be private

‗ ❍ this position is what caused the first kiss, he was so close, you both were sharing each others breaths, he exhaled you inhaled; back and forth

‗ ❍ finally his eyes lidded he looked over you; waiting, he may be demanding, cocky, grabby but he wouldn’t force this

‗ ❍ once he’s gotten the okay he press his lips to yours, a low growl from his throat

‗ ❍ his free hand would grip your hip, yanking you flush against his hips grinding against you with each kiss

‗ ❍ you definitely gotten fucked against the tree more than once

‗ ❍ oh BOY is he a munch, can eat pussy for hours if you let him, face buried into your cunt, lapping and sucking, his fangs scrapping against your cunt

‗ ❍ he’s most certainly snarled and nipped at your direction when you pull him away before shoving his face back into your cunt

‗ ❍ would eat your pussy for breakfast , lunch and dinner and even dessert

‗ ❍ has definitely been yelled out for leaving a gang scratches on your cunt

‗ ❍ a giver more than a receiver

‗ ❍ loves doggy

‗ ❍ “oh mamas” is definitely what he growls out as he fucks into you

‗ ❍ will enjoy having your pussy juices coat his face and neck as he fucks you, will get grumpy and nippy if you try to clean it off, he wants to smell like you and feel claimed

‗ ❍ I can see this man LOVING anal, the first time he’s giving the okay he nearly combusts, he loves your ass so much and being able to fuck it sends him into space

‗ ❍ would love to eat your cunt while stretching your ass open

‗ ❍ enjoys to overstimulate you until you’re crying, he just wants to feel your legs around his head crushing

‗ ❍ reverse cowgirl position too so he can keep his hands all over your ass

‗ ❍ into biting, he wouldn’t know how to ask to mark you up, but once you’ve pulled his head into your neck, he would certainly leave little marks there - marks your thighs too

‗ ❍ loves scratches, he wants your mark on him all the time

‗ ❍ he’s SO into muzzles, muzzle him up and yank on it to control him

‗ ❍ he would definitely hold you up into the air and fuck into you, showing off how strong he is, how good of a mate he is to you

‗ ❍ wants you to squirt on his face and chest all the time, enjoys your scent and wants everyone to know that

‗ ❍ he’s broken many of his and your beds from fucking you so hard, but it never stopped him from making sure you finished before making you a new one - at this point you suggest to fuck on the floor but he wants to make sure you’re comfortable on the bed

‗ ❍ He’s the one to be fucking into you, reaching up and gripping the headboard - which the area would break off in his hand from how tight he is holding it

‗ ❍ he’s a fucking dirty clothes sniffer (you cannot tell me he would bury his nose into your underwear and inhale, that man is a fucking dog)

‗ ❍ Throatfucking, drives him crazy when he can fuck into your throat, his hand gripping around the bulge in your throat

‗ ❍ size difference, sends him wild when he can see his dick through your stomach

‗ ❍ Somnophilia - receiving, loves waking up to you riding him, or your sitting down on his face

‗ ❍ breath play - receiving, suffocate him with your thighs, cunt, gripping his neck when you ride him

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Tagging: @n3rdy247

I apologize they are so short, might add to them but this is all I could think of right now!

Added a gif I made because fuck him and his goggles does stuff to me

#john dory #john dory x reader #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #brozone #headcanons

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genderqueerdykes · 1 year

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trans men are so fucking hot. testosterone makes us so fucking sexy- i love the way it transforms our voices, bodies and minds into something totally new and even sexier than before. body hair and bears where they weren't before. top surgery scars and chests are hot as fuck. guys who get bottom surgery can hit me up any time! trans men who never take T or get any surgeries are just as hot- so are fat trans men with beautiful rolls. thin trans men with flat chests and thin hips. short trans men. disabled trans men who use accessibility aids. cripple trans men trans men who wear makeup and dress extravagantly hairy trans men. prettyboy trans men. femme trans men. malewife trans men. bald & balding trans men. trans men with big chest and big curves. trans men with rough hands and strong bodies. trans men who can bridal carry you. trans men who are soft, feminine and tender.

trans men show you what a man really looks like, no matter their body plan. sexiest men alive. all trans men are hot!

#trans man #trans men #ftm #trans guy #trans boy #trans #transgender #transsexual #transboy #transman #transmen #demiboy #our writing #t4t #t4t love #t4t mlm #gay t4t #t4t gay #t4t nblm

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chxrrylime · 6 months

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i’ve a dirty thought that alejandro would be into primal play🧍🏽man’s loves a good chase ESPECIALLY if it ends in him getting to dick down his sub, like just rail the absolute fucking hell out of his boy, fucking him to his limit etc etc, he’s into chasing but he’s def into it more if it involves you as a prize for his efforts 🌝

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Alejandro x FTM!Reader ↪ 991 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male dominant Alejandro, trans male submissive reader, cnc roleplay/dub-c0n (saying no / trying to crawl away), predator/prey, primal play, breeding kink, squirting, crying, cervix stim, size kink, slight belly bulge, rimming, vaginal fingering, piv sex, and light choking.

Your lungs burn, chest heaving as you dash through the dry forest. You can hear the heavy footfall behind you, gaining on you, making your head spin.

You can hear the rushing of water ahead—see where the cliff drops off sharply—have jumped off there enough swimming as a kid that you take a deep breath and leap, gasping as a body collides with yours mid air with a shout, arms wrapped around your midsection as you both tumble into the rapids below.

You inhale a mouthful of water, hand catching in the rocky underbed to combat the current as you pull your head above water, coughing and sputtering, Alejandro right behind you as he gets to his feet and hauls you up, tossing you onto shore.

“You’re insane,” he hisses.

You wheeze out a laugh, flipping onto your hands and knees to try and push yourself up, only to hear the crunching of gravel as Ale falls to his knees behind you, one gripping bruisingly tight at your hip while the other scruffs your neck, pushing your cheek down to grind against the dirt.

He growls as you kick back at him, hand leaving your hip to pin you by your ankle, his knee digging into the back of your own before you have the chance to kick that one free as well.

“Forget the game, perrito?” He leans over you, rumbling against your ear, “I think I’ve caught you…”

His warm hand pushes up your sopping wet shirt before you can react, forcing a gasping moan from you as he pinches your stiffened nipple, groping your small breasts.

His other hand leaves the nape of your neck as he feels the tenseness—the fight—leave your body, trailing down to the hem of your pants, pushing the sticky wet fabric down to reveal your bare ass and cunt.

“Alé—!” You whimper, two fingers pushing into your slick core, his too hot tongue lapping at the salty droplets dripping from your hair and down your neck.

“Already leaking for me,” he hums, grin sharp against your throat where he nips and sucks, “so needy for my cock, pequeño.”

A shiver runs down your spine and his tongue follows, lapping between your asscheeks at your puckered hole, teasing the entrance with the tip of his tongue as he adds a third finger to your squelching cunt.

You bite your tongue to keep from begging, rocking back onto his fingers as they massage against your sweet spot, filling your stomach with molten pleasure.

You can’t help the whimpering cry that escapes you as the digits slip free, only to be replaced by the blunt head of Alejandro’s cock moments later. He rubs the flushed tip between your sticky folds, admiring the glossy sheen of your pre that coats your lips, adding his own to the mix.

The pressure of his cock pushing against your hole has your brain kicking back into working condition, remembering the game you’re both playing.

“Alé, no—!” you whimper, reaching back to push at his hip, “p-please!”

The bulbous tip pops into your cunt with an obscenely wet noise, a growl rumbling through Alejandro’s chest as he leans down, pressing flush to your back.

“What’s wrong, bebito?” He coos mockingly, giving a harsh thrust of his hips. You claw at the gravel, sobbing as another couple inches slips into your tight walls.

“S’too big—!” You choke, trying to shuffle forward, pretending to want to get away.

“It’ll fit,” he murmurs, leaning back up and gripping your hips tight, “I’ll make it fit,” he growls.

You yelp as he yanks you back suddenly, impaling you on the length of his cock. The pleasure is overwhelming as he quickly starts up a brutal pace, his cockhead bumping against your cervix with each harsh thrust.

Tears stream down your cheeks and into your mouth, the taste salty as your first orgasm tears through you, cunt pulsing and spasming around Alejandro’s thick cock.

Ale laughs loudly, mockingly, wrapping a hand around the front of your throat to yank you back. His knees spread wider, pulling your head onto his shoulder as he pounds into you, feeling impossibly deeper at this angle.

“There’s my little breeding bitch,” he groans, watching with dark eyes as your tongue lolls out, eyes rolled back, “going to fill this pretty little cunt, no?”

You whimper, weakly shaking your head no, nails digging into his forearm as he tightens his grip on your throat ever so slightly, making you dizzy.

“No?” He hums, mock-offended, “your pussy says otherwise, perrita. She’s sucking me in so deep, practically gagging for it…”

“Please, please,” you sob, scratching at his arms, unsure what it is you’re begging for anymore. His cock throbs within your abused walls, cunt puffy and red from where his balls had previously slapped against you, stimulating your clit.

Only the cold air brushes your little cock now, a pressure building in your abdomen despite it.

“Fuck,” Ale growls, trailing a hand down your torso, “m’gonna cum—!”

His large hand spreads over your tummy, pushing down on the fat and muscle there, until you can feel the pressure of his cock gliding behind the thick walls of flesh. Your cunt convulses, squeezing his prick in an iron grip as you cum, squirting a steady stream of liquid all over you and Alejandro, your legs kicking and shaking from the overwhelming sensation.

At the same time Ale bites down onto your shoulder hard, popping through the skin with his incisors and licking over the blood that swells up as his cock pulses inside you, filling you with his hot, thick spend.

You’re entirely limp in his arms, mind caught in a fuzzy place between consciousness and sleep, floating in the post-orgasmic haze. He holds you tight to his chest, the both of your radiating body heat keeping you warm from the slight early morning chill as you both come down from your highs.

#🐍 anon #smut #mine #modern warfare #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas x male reader #alejandro vargas

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scekrex · 20 days

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I know there's a fandom thing going around that Adam doesn't like eating women out but.... bro I need to see trans! male! reader sitting on Adams face and getting eaten out... like..

I mean reader doesn't count cause he's a guy?? right?? it's not the same guys.. (I mean this in like Adams POV)

I also think it'd be silly if Adam WAS inexperienced in that.. category. Like, bro I want to humiliate him SO BAD!! I love his big ass ego but that makes me want to do it more.. So maybe the reader degrading him or talking Abt how inexperienced he is just to get on Adams nerves while he's eating him out?? I think it'd be silly.. Adam would fold if he was ever degraded or something by the reader, I mean he was constantly praised for being the first man, and was given a lot of special treatment so for the reader to make it CLEAR that he won't be the same way?? YES!! anyway I'm a little hungry for Adam guys sorry <3

Tbh I haven't heard of that headcanon yet but while I agree that Adam would not eat a woman out, he'd definitely suck dick and eat out trans dudes idc what everyone else says. To Adam it's just sometimes different to pleasure a dude with his mouth and I stand by that.

Suck it up, big boy

pairing: Adam x trans!male!reader

warnings: language, oral sex, no use of female privates though (it's briefly implied that reader has a biological female body though)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

He tried to play it cool, tried to kill the voices in his head that were trying to tell him to pull away and tell you no. He was aware he could stop this at any given point, that you would not give him shit for doing so but he wanted to prove a point. He had bragged a little too much about knowing all the right ways to make you cum, he had dug his own grave when you had brought up that he could simply eat you out then and he had confidently responded with a cocky, ‘Yeah, no fucking problem’.

So when you lowered your hips until you sat on his face and Adam’s mind went completely blank, he wanted to fucking die again - for good this time though. He wanted to melt into the mattress and never come back. Fuck, why did you have to bring up the one thing he had just done once before and back then he had not fucking enjoyed it at all. Maybe that had been due to his partner being quite insensitive about him being inexperienced - you were different in any way and he knew that. It was also an entire different deal to eat a dude out, right? That was not comparable to eating out a woman despite you and his former female partners sharing the same sexual organs. Eating you out would be different, you were not a woman, you were a dude after all, just like Adam himself. Slowly the heavy fog that had clouded his mind lifted and he opened his mouth to let his tongue lick over your front entrance, a quiet moan fell from your lips and that encouraged Adam to keep going.

You were not able to hide the grin that had curled around your lips in victory. You had known it from the start, Adam had not the slightest idea what he was doing down there and for the first time ever since the both of you had started dating, your roles were reversed. For the first time it was Adam who had to learn how to please you instead of the other way around and you had to admit that you liked the thought of it a lot. And despite having no experience, he was trying his best - not that you’d let it slide that easily though. “I fucking knew you were all talk,” you hummed as you grinded your hips down against his face, your body tried to swallow his tongue but it seemed that Adam had other plans since he kept withdrawing it. Either he had other plans or he had no idea what he was supposed to do with himself. You were quick to notice the flinch that went through his body at your comment - the first man was used to a lot of your shit by now, degradation was not one of them. You felt how he wanted to pull back to argue and decided it was for the best to not let him, if he would need a serious break he’d let you know. “Don’t fucking talk about how good you are with your dirty mouth, Adam, show me instead,” you explained as you held his head in place by grabbing a fistful of his brown hair tightly, a needy moan rolled over Adam’s tongue and was sent right through your body.

The brunette’s tongue kept circling your entrance and you impatiently yanked on his hair as you growled, “Just fucking use your oh so magical tongue, dickmaster.” The nickname that usually sounded like a praise coming from your lips now sounded taunting and Adam was overwhelmed by the realization that he in fact liked it. His body reacted by bucking his hips up into thin air. Your free hand slapped his hip bone harshly before you pressed it against the mattress, “Behave, whore, you won’t cum until I taught you how to eat a man out properly.” And your words that sounded like a promise and a threat at the same time made his body shiver in excitement and another moan - this one was a little lower - fell from his lips.

With a shift of your hips your body was finally able to swallow Adam’s tongue and the choking noise that the brunette made at the sudden shift was music to your ears. “For your bragging about how good you are at this you’re pretty fucking weak, hun,” oh and you loved the way his body reacted to your mean sounding comments, the way his hips pressed up against the palm pinning it down, the way his hands - which were loosely holding your hips to keep them busy - would clench, nails digging into your skin to keep himself grounded. His golden eyes were open the entire time, scanning your body and its very move. “You’ve never done that before and it fucking shows,” you moaned as you kept grinding your hips against his face, trying to get is tongue to touch all the right areas, without him knowing where those are that turned out to be more tricky than you would have thought though. “Really thought I wouldn’t notice that you’re basically still a virgin when it comes to eating someone out, huh?” And that word - virgin - made Adam’s walls crumble, never in his entire life had someone called him that, let alone told him that he fucks like one. A high pitched whine left his throat and that sound you liked even more than the choking noise he had made earlier. “And someone like you dares to call himself dickmaster,” you huffed as the hand that had been busy with pinning his hips against the mattress teasingly ghosted over Adam’s erection, the brunette was quick to try and lean into your offering touch instantly. A muffled, “Fuck,” came from the man underneath you - well, at lest that was what Adam tried to say, the sound that actually left his lips sounded a little different. Not that either of you cared, no not really.

“Move your tongue to the right- no the other right, boo- oh fuck,” instructions he could definitely take and execute quite well despite the fact that he had been in a leading position his entire afterlife - he was the leader of the exorcists after all, not a really a position that would teach a person to execute orders well. Yet Adam did what you told him to do and earned himself a throaty moan of yours in return. “Look at the inexperienced bitch finally learning how to eat- oh dear God~” your degrading little comment was cut off by Adam thrusting his tongue all the way inside of you, licking down the inside of your walls and swallowing the liquid your body produced due to the lust flowing through your veins. Fuck, he surely had caught on quickly, huh? You felt the shiteating grin that you were sitting on and you did not like it - well, that was only partly true. You did like it that he seemed to grow more confident in his task, you did not like the control that took from you so the fist of yours that was still buried in his hair tightened in a warning manner. Adam’s hands grabbed a proper hold of your hips and slightly lifted them off his face to respond to your lust filled cry of Father’s name, “Not quite, but I’ll let it slide.” The fist in his hair tightened even more, then you yanked on the sweaty mess on his head firmly, drawing a beautiful sounding moan from your lover as you yanked his face closer to your privates again.

“Shut the fuck up and swallow, bitch,” you bit back a little harsher than you had intented to, but you knew Adam would not take that personally at all - if anything he would comment on it later how hot it was. His eyes locked onto yours as he continued to eat you out, the tongue of the first man was moving so skillfully by now, like it was his second nature, like he had been practicing this ever since he had been created. You knew better than anyone that wasn’t the case though. Moan after moan fell from your lips and the brunette underneath you drowned in the sounds you made for him, drowned in the thought of your body craving his just as much as his body was craving yours. Why was he so fucking good at this? He surely had no right to be, not when he was oh so inexperienced. You wanted to keep the dirty talk and therefore the degradation up but you had not enough air inside your lungs to do so, not when Adam kept drawing those beautiful sounds from you.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you #trans reader

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chiwhorei · 10 months

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I'm a big slut for Miguel (tho I lov him being trans bark arf bark woof) I totally put his cawk at a solid 8.5 inches long, a nice two or three in Gitrh, and he has the softest pubes on big big big heavy hanging breeder balls 🤤🤤

Gn!reader- no discription of which and what kind of holes- but Miguel will be fucking any and all of our holes.😤🫶🏻

I am such a dirty filthy slut for Miguel Horse-Cock O’Hara you have no idea.

I think that 8.5 inches is a lovely, realistic and very well-endowed number. But I did not log into tumblr dot com to be realistic.

10 1/2 at least and thicker than a fourloko

I am talking you can’t take it, you literally CANNOT take him all the way. He won’t even let you try bc he doesn’t want to hurt you🥺🫶🏻

He will take some real deal convincing and persuading to even let you try to sit on it. Maybe you can catch him in a weaker moment, after you’ve already spent hours grinding on his aching cock, helplessly bouncing on his clothed lap

Grey. Sweatpants.

I have completely blacked out at this point I am shaking.

And talk about the fucking biggest heaviest breeder balls known to man. The poor man needs to cum OKAY

And all he wants to do is breed you all day every day but he has to hold back so you can still function and walk around ya know

But when you fucking beg, and you whine and you cry about needing to feel completely full, how he’s the only one who can give you what you fucking need

He’s gonna loose control and bottom out with hard, stiff snaps of his hips.

Backshot king 👑

He’s going to cum in you, fuck the cum deeper into you, cum again, etc, etc until the both of you are numb and brain dead. 🫶🏻

Anywayyyyyyy….. I’m going to go uh… write some more Miguel…

#miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel smut #chiwhorei.mail #chiwhorei.moots

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sumirexxxx · 1 year

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— Treat Me Like A Slut

cw: trans!scara , gn!reader , degrading kink , belly bulge , overstimulation , fingering , sub!scara , dom!reader , rough sex , cursing , mentions of cock/dick

summary: scara is a exclusive slut who only fcks rich people

“This is all you got?” Scara stares blankly, his tone laced with annoyance. “Look, i’m not some cheap whore just anyone can buy for a night..” Scara sighs while rolling his eyes, his patience running low.

“B-But this is all i have! Please, i’ll pay you back once i get enough cash-“

“Listen..,” Scara stands up from his seat whilst unwrapping a lollipop from a glass jar before popping it into his mouth. “I don’t know if the program told you this, but i don’t fuck with limp dick men. You either have the money or you go to some local motel and catch some deadly disease from their smelly vaginas and die.”

“B-But please.. i beg of you!” The man shouted as he dropped to his hands and knees, tears welling up in his eyes.

Scara was eating this shit up. He adored when men would beg and gravel at his feet. Unfortunately, this occurrence didn’t last long when his manger ( aka you ) showed up and escorted the man out of the building.

“Scara…” You sigh in defeat after closing the establishment doors. “Was it necessary to cause such a ruckus?”

Scara rolls his eyes before walking on over towards you and gently gazes his hand against your abs. “Wanna fuck me big boy~?”

“Don’t you’d think it be inappropriate for a manger to have intercourse with their client?” You teased, edging Scara on until he throws himself at you.

“Oh please.” Scara scoffed. “Spare me the formalities and just fuck me already.” Scara whines as he wraps his arms around your neck and brings you into a heated kiss.

The both of your tongues intertwine with each other as a string of saliva was left behind after the both of you needed a breather. “How about we finish the rest of this in my office..” Scara nods his head in agreement and wraps his legs around your waist. You carried him to your office and placed him on your desk before going back to kissing him passionately.

“W-What.. about t-the door..” Scara moaned between the wet kiss, drool escaping from the side of his mouth as he looks at you with half lidded eyes. “What if someone w-walks in on us..”

“Guess you’ll have to be quite then.” You chuckled as you slowly moved your kisses down to his neck and then his torso before reaching his clothed cunt. It was adorable seeing Scara worry about you, but you knew deep down he didn’t give two shits. He just didn’t want to share you with anyone else. Scara moaned and arches his back as you bite and suck his inner thigh, causing him to spread his legs even wider till you could see a damp spot in the middle of his panties. “You’re already this soaking wet for me?” You teased as you pinched Scara’s clothed clit.

“Y-Yes!~” Scara gasps as you slide his lavender panties to the side and already slid a finger into his silk entrance. “Nghhh-! N-Need more~” He groaned as he rocked his hips against your hand. You ignored Scara’s request as you continue to fuck him with one finger only, which eventually brings Scara to tears as he continues to beg for more of your fingers. “P-Please my cunt aches… hmmp~ pl-please- i’m so close..!”

“You look so beautiful when you’re begging like a desperate bitch.” You sigh teasingly before shoving three more fingers into his sloppy wet cunt. Scara in advance covers his mouth with his hand as he yelps from the sudden intrusion. His body goes limp as his back arches off from the wooden office desk.

Scara wishes he could protest when he suddenly felt the coil in his lower abdomen snap. “I-I’m coming! Nghhhh~ ah-“ Scara squirts all over your fingers and wrist, wetting the desk below him. His body trembles as he comes down from his orgasm. “M-More.. n-not enough..”

You tilt your head to the side as you pull your slick fingers out from Scara’s entrance. “Isn’t someone being a little too greedy..” You sigh. “I’ve already done so much for you..”

Scara scoffs as he attempts to sit up, only for his strength to deny him as he helplessly falls back down on the desk. “Y-You haven’t done jackshit..”

“Oh dear…” You ruffled Scara’s hair before standing up and removing your dress pants and boxers. “Was my fingers not enough for you?” You ask mockingly as you rubbed your tip against his wet folds.

“O-Obviously.” Scara stutters as he attempts to remain obnoxious as usual but the build up after the orgasm seeps in. Scara let’s out a soft whimper when he feels your tip pressing against his entrance, slowly but surely going inside him. Your gaze is fixated on Scara’s expressions, making sure he is completely comfortable at all times. You’re well aware that majority of your customers don’t treat your clients with the up most of care. Unintentionally whilst you were thinking of Scara well being he roughly rubbed his heel into your ass. “M-Move already!” He sneered as Scara bucks his hips against your thick cock.

In response to Scara’s disobedience, you pulled your cock all the way out till only the tip was in until slamming all of it back into him. Scara screamed as tears flooded his eyes and his jaw hanged low, leaving him speechless. “F-Fuck… you’re squeezing me..” You groaned as you threw your head back.

“S-Soo full.. nghh~!” Scara moaned as he chanted this line like a curse. His gaze shifted towards his lower abdomen as he can see the outline of your cock bulging in and out of his hypogastric. “N-Nghh… i-i’m gonna cum.. hmmp.. ahh- i’m coming-!” Scara squirted all over you again like the whore he is, spraying your belly with his clear fluids as well as your dick. “C-Cum inside me! I-I wanna feel you hot seed inside… nghh~ m-my cunt~”

You nod your head in agreement as you continue to fuck him vigorously. Thrusting your hips a few more times against Scara fat pussy has you coming instantly. Your white fluids were quickly milked away by Scara gooey walls. The feeling of fullness sent Scara into overstimulation causing him to squirt one last time, his clear fluids mixed with your white ones seeped out of his swollen red cunt. Scara pants as you slide out of him before pressing a kiss to his temple as the both of you clean up and head home.

#anime #x reader #fypdongggggggg #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin scaramouche #wanderer x y/n #scaranation #trans scaramouche #viralpost

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 2 months

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Hey! This is extremely late but I feel like you'd adore this prompt.

Character study: Ed's beard caused sensory issues, required tedious upkeep, and was a source of performative masculinity. Finally, he's shaving it, and seeing "Ed" for the first time in decades. Super healing, cute, positive 💜

You're right, I absolutely adored this prompt!! This took a minute because I wound up going in a completely different direction at first, wasn't satisfied with it, and it sat in my drafts, and now I actually fuckin' love it. This one's set in a modern AU with a trans Ed, because that's a delicious little wrinkle. Bon appétit.

(Never too late to send me prompts for 1k word fics, by the way! I can't promise they'll all get done but if they inspire me, I'll do 'em eventually. These are great for writer's block)

No one could accuse Ed Teach of disliking hair care.

That was something his mama had instilled in him from a young age. His hair was also his pride in his heritage, in where he came from, and taking care of it was an important way Ed could take care of himself and stay true to himself. His worst argument with Stede, to date, was over which of them was taking up too much space on their shared bathroom counter with all the hair care products (they’d wound up putting up more shelving). The first time he’d let Stede help him wash his hair, after Stede had listened through Ed’s explanations of his hair care, was probably one of the most intimate moments he’d ever shared with another man.

His beard, though. That was a different story.

Ed didn’t hate the beard, most days. It had started out as a band-aid solution when he’d been struggling to be taken seriously with his baby face, and he’d wanted to prove he was as much a man as anyone.

Then he’d grown up, and he’d stopped looking like he’d just glued a few random hairs to his chin, and it became…him. It was big and striking and masculine.

“You know,” he’d confided in Stede a few nights ago, cuddled up under the covers together, one thigh and an arm thrown over Stede’s middle while Stede traced little patterns over Ed’s bare hip with a forefinger, “I don’t even like the beard.”

Stede blinked down at him. “You don’t…like your beard?”

“Honestly?” Ed ran his fingers through it. He liked how soft it was, liked putting little bows in it, liked how everyone saw him and knew without a doubt he was a man. “It’s itchy, and it’s easy for things to get stuck in it, and it makes my face all hot, and hair gets in my mouth, and -”

“Hm,” Stede said, shifting his hand up to scritch his fingers along Ed’s jaw, and Ed leaned into the touch. “You don’t have to keep it.”

It was Ed’s turn to pause in surprise.

“But I’m Blackbeard,” he said, a bit lamely.

“You can be whoever you want to be, beard or no,” Stede shrugged. “I’ll love you just the same, with or without it.”

Huh.

This morning, Ed woke up early, plugging in Stede’s electric razor and locking the bathroom door behind him. It wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted Stede to be part of this moment, but…he hadn’t seen his whole face in literal decades.

He wanted his reaction to be his and his alone.

Ed hesitated before he could touch the razor to his face for the first time. What would everyone think? He’d literally named his entire brand after this thing.

He took a deep breath. It didn’t matter what everyone else thought. It was about what Ed wanted. He could do what he wanted with his own body to help himself feel more himself and more comfortable.

At the very least, he told himself, it would save him time in the mornings. You don’t keep a beard that big looking that good without a very time-consuming beard care regimen.

He used a hand mirror as he worked, looking at himself at too close an angle to be able to see his full face before he was ready for that. When he splashed water on his face, he shivered at the coolness of it against his sensitive skin.

He swept up all the clippings, taking care to avoid looking into the mirror over the sink. “Bye-bye, Blackbeard,” he whispered, tipping the clippings into the trash can.

Ed took a deep breath. Stede had said he’d love him, no matter what. He lifted his head, and he saw -

Oh.

His first reaction was that he looked a lot like his mother. He’d started trying to grow his beard out right after he’d first started taking T, and he hadn’t even realized how scared he was that he’d shave his beard off and see his dad under there until he got to see the opposite was true. He had a sharper jawline, but the rest was all her.

And he’d been scared he wouldn’t look enough like a man without it, too, but he looked…pretty, actually, and literally fine. He’d probably want to keep at least some stubble, because he really did just like how affirming facial hair was, but this was proof that he didn’t need the full beard to look like a man. He was a man, no matter what he looked like - the beard had just been his way of daring anyone to tell him otherwise.

“Hey, Ed,” he whispered, watching in the mirror as he brought his hands up to feel, tracing new wrinkles, soft skin, birthmarks and little freckles he’d long forgotten.

It shocked a quiet giggle out of him when he realized how nice it would be, to eat food without worrying about something getting into his beard. How nice it would be to feel soft things against his cheek, to -

There was an idea!

Ed darted out of the bathroom and practically launched himself back into bed, grabbing Stede’s hand to hold it against his face. He shivered in delight - Stede had touched his face before, of course, but he’d never felt it so clearly, his soft palms and warm fingers against his cheek.

“Mmf,” Stede mumbled, burying his face in the pillows in protest against being woken up.

“Babe!” Ed collapsed down onto his side so he could snuggle close and rub his clean-shaven cheek against Stede’s.

“Wh-aah!” Stede yelped as he opened his eyes to see Ed like three inches away. “Your beard fell off!”

“Shaved it,” Ed corrected, looking away. He hadn’t expected Stede to fucking scream at him -

Stede reached out, gently, cupping Ed’s chin to tilt his face for a better look. “Oh, Ed,” he whispered. “Aren’t you beautiful?”

Yeah, Ed thought with satisfaction. He sure fuckin’ was.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics

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chaos-and-sparkles · 8 months

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Presenting:

Prowler Pavitr <3<3

Here's Pavitr's design in my Prowler Pavitr au akjdskjdskjkskdsk! It's my au where Pavitr is a fallen hero who used to be Spider-Man and becomes the Prowler, fueled by rage against a world and a system that forced him to pretend at perfection and then only hurt him and the people he loves.

I love him so much,, I have so much stuff in progress about him rn (working on the fics too). Gonna have chaipunk front and center, and like four separate plot arcs, I'm so insane about this au actually -

Anyway here's some infodump about his design inspirations and symbolism I put in it, I loveeeee talking abt him:

Hair -

Okay so this is after some time, like a couple months since Pav became the Prowler, and he's grown his hair out a bit now. It's kind of a mix of rejection of the "masculine" standard of short cropped hair by flaunting his longer curls that he's always been proud of and even had to grow to love He also dyes his hair purple! Bc he didn't wanna cut his hair but he wanted to do something to set himself apart from his old identity and also he's literally an impulsive 17-18 year old and wanted to do something that felt like owning his own self and asserting autonomy over his body etc etc

Something Borrowed -

The tie that he's using to tie back his hair is his original blue headband!! It doesn't go with his outfit at all but It's the original blue headband that Maya Aunty got for him all those years ago that he's been wearing forever and it snapped and broke in the battle that preceded what happened to her, and he still keeps it and ties his hair back with it instead The nosering (nath) used to be Gayatri's, they used to try out her jewelry on him and he loved that one so much she gifted it to him, and since he's basically left his old life and gone no contact with her it's all he has left of Gaya too

Main Outfit -

His jacket is loosely based on Krrish's leather jacket from the Bollywood movie series that's about a superhero named Krrish. I just think it has the dramatique and vibe Pav would like He binds his chest bc he still hadn't had top surgery but he's way more open about it, with the binding showing through the neck of the jacket now where he would have never dared to hint at it before,,, another thing about how he doesn't care about people's opinions and perceptions and standards anymore, he wants to say fuck you as much to everything in the system as he can and also piss people off while he's at it and a trans antihero/villain is a surefire way to do that. His dhoti is basically a dhoti pant, modified a bit bc i liked it

He has payals on his feet that make a faint chhan chhan noise when he approaches which has creepiness and cuteness potential imo I basically turned the prowler logo into his dhoti belt buckle askjdsjk

It's also slightly modified to mimic a trishul or even a diya shape, up for interpretation either way, bc trishuls are a symbol of Shiva, god of destruction, and diyas are a symbol of light in the darkness and the need to find it Also the chain around the dhoti at his hips is both a reference to decorative dhoti chain accessories and the lil things on it are his modified grenades that he uses for arson, bc Prowler Pav is big on arson and murder ajajsjsj

Prowler Claws -

His bangles/claws were hands down my favourite part to design!!

So his claws are of course his original spiderman bangles modified into the prowler claws But i based them on three weapons, each of which means something interesting for Pavitr

The first is bagh nakh. Literally translates to "tiger claws", famously used in a legend of Shivaji Maharaj They usually curl into the palm instead of going between the fingers like they do for Pav, but they're basically metal claws wound secretly around your hand for a sneak attack It's associated with bravery and righteous rage bc of Shivaji Maharaj but it's also really associated with stealth and an attack from unexpected quarters, being stabbed from a side no one saw coming. Which. Pavitr. The perfect hero, becoming the Prowler. Come on

Second is the trishul, aka trident That's the reason there are three prongs to his claw Trishul is the symbol of the god Shiva, and as i mentioned he's the god of destruction, as in he's part of the main triumvirate of gods who focus on creation preservation and destruction He also is really really associated with rage, especially destructive rage; he has a whole dance called the tandava for his rage which is a Huge Deal I can't stress this enough And because Prowler Pav is a being fuelled by rage against a system that has hurt so many including him that he wants to destroy and see burned, it is perfect for him The trishul is also seen as a symbol of goddess Kali, who's similar in the destruction goddess aspect and also is literally an embodiment of rage and violence that cannot be controlled which is more the theme I started out with, but whichever you notice first, it works either way. There's a whole myth in fact where Shiva had to lie beneath her feet to stop her destructive rampage before it ended the world.

And lastly, the urumi, aka the whip sword from Kerala Basically each of Prowler Pav's claws extend into whip swords when he does the swing/slash/whip motion This is really interesting at least to me, bc it means 2 things: 1) Pav still remembers and is actively using some of his skillset from swinging around as Spiderman. He does use the urumis to curl around distant objects and swing too, and they are very lethal weapons when used right, and that use requires a lot of skill, huge parts of which he built up by his experience 2) This is a weapon which requires an unimaginable amount of control, precision and strength And Pav is doing all that So all of his actions, every movement, is very deliberate and thought out. He's not doing any of this - turning away from heroism, becoming the Prowler, using these lethal weapons - on a whim. They are all very very deliberate.

Also one more thing - the blades of his claws are all retractable ofc But they are not protected or anything They slice up his palms and the in-betweens of his fingers whenever he uses them,, especially when he uses them as urumis And it would be so easy to fix the design or make gloves or smth so they don't do that But he doesn't ever do it He could make it so his hands don't bleed on using his claws But he doesn't want to

He is an angsty boyo...

Mask -

The eyes are ofc like the prowler mask design except I made them more curved and curled at the end bc that's a kind of shape often seen in traditional art of the headdress of Kali, goddess of uncontrollable violence as I've said before Then the part between them is meant to be based off a third eye, which is something both Shiva and Kali have. It opens at the height of their rage, it's meant to symbolise destructive fury for them both Although it's also used in an all seeing context otherwise but a lot of whitewashed bullshit is also there that dilutes sources to find connotations His theyyam-based tusks from his Spider-Man mask, I wanted to keep

The shape below the eyes is based off the noses in masks in various regional Indian tribal and traditional masks,,, a lot of them tend to have a very distinctive curly nose shape that I wanted to keep, a lot of these masks also depict rage or are intimidating and are very emotive And then ofc you have the bottom of the mask, I made the curved-ish cut based on the peacock-feather-y shape i was using but it's also based on the general shape of Kali's lips in traditional art where she has her tongue out, it's a big symbol of her rage and rampage I tried to put the tongue too but it looked awkward and honestly i thought it would be cooler to jsut leave the bottom half of the mask open and you can see Pav's mouth and his expressions through it a bit instead, in the spirit of that And also it's based a little bit off Krrish's mask, you can never escape the Krrish design Also there's the lil teeth. Those are often used in art for demons and animals,, and Prowler Pav is very cat coded in his behaviour in general tbh. He's like if an orange cat's fur got burned to black.

Anyway, so yeah, that's him!

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