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yandere-kokeshi · 1 month

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We need to know how separate TF-141 would be as house-husbands!!! Please!!!

— Yandere headcanons of TF-141 as house-husbands

Warnings: Yandere behavior, older! characters, male gender roles, NSFW, slight delusional behaviors.

A/N: Anon, you are SO, so smart. I love you /a.

Captain “Price” John:

The type of house-husband nobody expected for him to be– not even himself. John had partially agreed to it, and now he’s a stay-at-home dad for your cats. When he wedded you, he never thought of it this way; and now, he had promised to always care for you, did he not?

Price is well over-tired, pretty hairy and massive; beard scratchy and face all squishy; he’s a chubby man. But that doesn’t stop him at all.

John loves waking you up in the mornings. Before even shaking you awake, he loves to admire you. Watching your different breathing patterns, some dribbles of drool, and the obvious bed marks staining your face makes him smirk. But of course, it ends too short when he realizes you need to get up.

John is so, oh gentle, when waking you up. Scarred hands rubbing at your hips as he rubs his beard into your shoulder, prepping kisses and telling you to get a move on. However, if you ignore him, he’s more than happy to leave some permanent marks, yes?

He always makes your breakfast and lunch the night before, chopping the meat, fruits, and vegetables into the correct order so he can easily sleep in with you till you leave. So, when your alarm goes off, he detaches himself from you, getting up with only his red boxers– turning on the oven to preheat the food yet again and leaving them on the table for you to enjoy when you get out of the shower.

And with that, he takes your health seriously, mentally and physically, which means most foods in the house are pretty healthy. All types of fruits, veggies, protein, and fiber nourishment is given with each meal, and he expects you to eat it all.

When shopping, he takes everything seriously. He hates getting off track, only sticking to what’s on the list, and cashiers who take too long on talking– especially if they openly flirt with him. Can’t you see I'm taken? He snarks out, showing off his wedding ring before fast walking out towards his car with his hands full.

Chores are chores. They need to be done. Dishes are easy, laundry, and vacuuming are a piece of cake. But cleaning the bathroom? Oh, that’s a bit difficult. Especially with the hidden camera he’s put out of your sight, and at times, he gets distracted; watching the many films, seeing you all naked and wet, makes Price feel... a sudden urge. How are you just so gorgeous, hm?

John is the definition of a “Pro Loyalty Card”. For all those stores he visits, he has cards for each and every single one of them, including the convenience store. They always come in handy.

Routines are his specialty; he knows everything about your schedule, to the time you leave for work, to when you call him at your lunch break, come home and collapse in his lap, all the way to sleeping in the bed naked. He’s memorized it all.

After the long antagonizing and stressful week, John always sits you down for a long bath. He massages your shoulders, using a special lotion to rub on you after the bath. But, that’s not the only gift he's giving. Before gently and lovingly pushing you to the bed, he slowly fucks the stress and irritation of you; teeth makes ensuring you stay loyal to your man.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon is quick and sleek with shopping, getting and seeking foods that have high nutrition because you only deserve the best. Most foods he picks out are healthy, getting many baskets of fruits to ensure you enjoy your lunches. But when passing by the sugar aisle, he can’t help but choose a few sweets for you.

A type of house-husband you’d never expect. He’s brooding, shoulders kept tight, wearing a black mask and hoodie as he sulks in the grocery aisles, holding the colored basket. You’d think he’s stealing with a gun hidden in his back pocket. However, when in reality, he’s taking his house duties extremely seriously as he eyes for the cereal aisle.

He wakes up way early, even before you start to stir awake, even before the sun rises and goals himself to get a good workout in. Even though he’s not the same lieutenant as he was years ago– he’s not lazy, and still picks up his pace whilst jogging down the street and doing push-ups in the open garage.

At times, he wishes you could join him, and it would be fun, would it not? Having you down below, as his chest presses against yours and your flushed face being the main goal for him to continue? Or maybe, him guiding you through pull-ups, and you need his help? Oh, that’s how to make him very desperate for you in the early mornings.

Speaking of early mornings, when you rise with his gentle shaking, whispers of “good mornin’”, and his rough stubble rubbing your neck, you realize just how lucky you are. Especially with how Riley joins in, when he notices his second favorite human is up and awake.

Though, if you decide to ignore these two, covering your face and mumbling away, Simon will crawl over you, prep your face with sloppy kisses, and murmur hot and dirty words. His hand instinctively crawling down, snapping the band of your underwear, nails barely scratching at your skin whilst promising to get you all hot and messy, before forcing you out of bed.

When you leave out of that door, regardless of the morning, he ensures the house is spotless before you come home. He doesn’t listen to any music, only the occasional barks from Riley as he sprays the leather couches, doing the dishes the “old-fashioned way”, and folding laundry like it’s a race.

Most are scared of him– except for that one lady down the road. Her eyes follow Simon as if he’s a god, but he scoffs at that when she twirls her hair. You’re the real deity, he openly thinks. Of course, he shows off his pretty wedding ring, the one you got him; and somehow, Simon wishes you’d just make out with him in public, show her that he’s off limits and that he’s yours.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

The type of househusband who immediately recognized that you needed to be cared for, and went forth with that promise between the marriage. You work so hard to make money for the both of you. And he’s devoted to doing whatever he can to be helpful too.

Kyle is a clean freak, which means the house is nearly spotless when you come home. Every scratch at the couch has him grunting and hands vigorously trying to rub it off. Shoes inside the house are immediately put up, and he hates rainy days; looking at you with glaring pupils as you step inside with soaked coverings. But, he loves you.

The chores in the house are easily done before the afternoon, dishes cleaned with shiny marks and the floors vacuumed. Dusting and sweeping the house with headphones on, face flushed whilst… listening to among things he’d never want you to find out.

Laundry is always last in line, as he tends to “borrow” a good deal of dirty underwear of yours, smelling them intensely. Don’t worry though, he returns them at some point.

Kyle is the definition of “wifey material food”. Every breakfast consists of incredible fried eggs, mixed with bacon and fluffy pancakes; lunch and dinner being different every day, which is nice. He usually sticks with foods you’re comfortable with, never going out of your zone, and tries his hardest to make different sizes of hearts out of the food.

Though, you never seem to notice the secret ingredient, the divine particular part where the two of you are bonded stronger. Such shame, he utters. Sometimes he wishes you’d come home early– catch him desperately adding it within the dish with utter lewd excitement.

Having you come home is the best time of the day. Waiting by the door, wearing the cactus green apron you got him years ago, with a giant smile and dinner laid out, waiting for you. By the end of dinner, you’re full; both of love, and much suffocation of affection.

All the other housewives in the area love him. They often invite him for yoga, or work-out sessions. But, he usually uses the excuse that you need him. You do, don't you?

Every Friday, he wears and shows off certain gifts he feels that you’ll love. You work so hard for the both of you, so he should show his appreciation, should he not? Wearing all types of risqué clothing, leaving desperate messages, and having lingerie hidden underneath his black vest, coloring his skin and outlining his scars, stretch marks, and moles. Sooner or later, it leads to a heavy cuddle-sex session that he knows you’ll love.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:

The type of househusband who uses his pretty eyes and sculpted body, to get his way. Everything from seeing you at your working office and past your lunch break, to getting free food samples, all the way to a book full of coupons and all types of gifts for half the percentage.

He’s amazing at picking food at the grocery outlet, picking up the correct portions of proper protein, vegetables, and iron. And sometimes, sneaking a few donuts, pops, and tubs of ice cream he knows you love.

Johnny always wakes you up, the alarm rarely shaking you as your beloved husband knows your schedule by heart. He ensures your breakfast and lunch are ready by 7am, smirking at the added secret ingredients that he only knows.

He’s more lenient with waking you up. Knowing how you like to sleep, beauty sleep he corrects, Johnny tries to let you snooze in as far as you can, before gently stirring you up as the sun rises in the opened window.

His arms snake around your waist, cuddling up behind you whilst pulling you into his warm chest, as he nibbles on your ear and tells you to start getting up; breakfast is served on the table with awaited love. Though, if his sweet honey voice doesn’t work at this time, maybe some extremely sloppy oral will help, no?

Johnny ensures that everybody knows you’re lovingly taken. Those hickeys and bruises on your arms, and neck show just how loveable he is. He boasts about you all the time, to his then-team, cashiers and ladies on the streets. It’s only expected you do the same, yes?

Housewives and other househusbands either love him, or envy him. He’s pretty– too alluring to just be at home and caring for duties. Most women, and men constantly flaunt at his grown-out mohawk, often slicked back into a small bun and a few scars, especially one on his head, that prominent his face.

He’s still in shape, working out in the early mornings and doing yoga with the other moms; who he regularly drinks coffee with. They love how sweet and handsome the man is, especially towards his spouse.

Anyone would be lucky to have him, and many would trade a lifetime for him. But, he’s not going anywhere, not without you or your yummy neck anytime soon.

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vinegarfiend · 25 days

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hiiiii! I'm not really a writer but I do think these are fun and I also reallllly wanted to draw jack in a speedo so here we are.

JACK

ok first he is fucking built. that's pretty much canon but obvi but honestly I don't think we give him the credit he deserves for that

hair everywhere..... and It's thick and white like an old man's （っ＾▿＾）

honestly i'm surprised there isn't more werewolf fic about him atp... where is the monsterfucker community when we need them

THICK EVERYTHING!!!!! thick neck, thick legs, thick arms, thick fingers. THICK FINGERS!!! yall he's got thick ass fucking fingers can you imagine??? and they're calloused too so when you hold his hand its rough and strong like a lumberjacks....

ambiguous scars that litter all over his body. they could come from an accident in the kitchen or wrestling a grizzly bear in the woods he won't tell you.

dimpled ass cheeks.

fat grippers. long ass toes, and wide, girthy, feet. probably has to order in a special shoe size or something.

Jack was the boy who walked into 5th grade with pimples and a pube-stache. Testosterone is COURSING through his body.

LEONA

swimmers build for sure

muscles aren't that defined, definitely more mass in the upper body.

knobby shoulders, knees, and elbows

softer around the midsection, he eats good.

tallest of the three

freakishly long fingers. AND THUMBS! you ever see a mf with the most ghoulish ass thumbs and fingers dude... THEY ARE TOO LONG

nipple piercings.. definitely an act of teenage rebellion. either he got them the second he turned 17 or he got them done before then somewhat illegitimately and kept them a secret. when they get caught on stuff it makes him irrationally angry.

soft hands. has never worked a day in his life.

not as hairy as jack but definitely hairier than Ruggie. his body hair grows in an s-shape

flat ass :(

RUGGIE

Ruggie hasn't grown an inch since 9th grade. something about undereating since birth will give you bones as strong as wet tissue paper.

has strange bruises on his body that even he doesn't know where they come from.

freckles and moles on his shoulders/back

thin, but also like super toned from all the manual labor. Think ballerinas, where it's just like skin, muscle, bone and no fat.

very faint smile lines, I imagine they'll get deeper as he gets older.

he also has like, bulging calf muscles. It's honestly scary its the thickest part about him

just about as hairy as the average human, which is pretty little by beastman standards.

wears a kid's shoe size. on a darker note, I think his feet might be like permanently fucked up from wearing shoe sizes that were too small for him as a kid.

floppy ears, and they press flat to his head when he's upset. omg they also press all the way backwards when he's running fast to make himself aerodynamic like a cat.

calloused hands, and he also picks at his cuticles and bites his nails. Vil would be appalled.

you can see his ribs most of the time, they aren't like super prominent (they used to be) but you'll definitely notice them if he's got his shirt off.

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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year

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Teasing the hell out of Charles Brandon or Henry Cavill to the point they make the reader pay😘❤️

I picked Charles Brandon because The Tudors was a whole thing for me, like I fell in love with the entire cast but also with Henry’s delicious ass. I remember the first time I saw it onscreen and just about passed out. Hims got cakes! And Charles had redeeming qualities so it was sort of easy to forgive him for being a dick. Anyways, here’s a shameless piece of smut!!

Title: Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Fandom: The Tudors

Summary: This is a prompt fill for @thereisa8ella who wanted some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over. Enjoy!

Warnings: oral sex (m receiving), fingerfucking (f receiving), cock worship, orgasm denial (m receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, ball handling, choking, creampie

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

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You awake to sunlight streaming in through the open curtains, a heavy weight across your middle, and soft snores rumbling in your ear. The musky odor of sex still lingers in the air and its heady scent goes right to your core. Shifting to your other side, you come face to face with a still-sleeping Charles Brandon.

This man was a god, how else could he be explained? That chiseled jaw, sinister smile, eyes like the ocean…and that’s just his perfect face. Below the neck, he was just as exquisite. Abdominals like sculpted marble, legs like strong tree trunks, and a cock like a third arm. Yes, he deserves to be worshipped. But you deserve your fun too.

You press on Charles’ shoulder to get him to lie on his back, waiting until his snores return. You shift down the bedding so it just comes to his thighs and marvel at this man’s body once again. You inch closer to him, throwing a leg over his chest so your face hovers over his groin.

You lean down and kiss his hips, snaking your tongue out to taste his freckles. Using your tongue, you draw a line down his Adonis belt to where it meets his cock. You place sweet kisses along the shaft and that stirs the Duke of Suffolk. He only moves his hips slightly and groans at first, but as you take him into your mouth, he fully awakes.

“What a beautiful view, who knew the sun rose at the same time as the moon?” He punctuates his sentence with a solid grip on both your asscheeks.

Letting his hardening cock slip from your mouth, you wiggle your hips in his face. He gets the hint soon enough, his deft fingers finding your folds and getting to work. You suck him down again and his digits slip inside. Your moans guide his ministrations, his grunts and thrusts highlighting that you have him right where you want him.

You ride Charles’ fingers until you feel the familiar break in your resolve, walls fluttering as he fucks you through your orgasm. You pause in your worship of Charles’ cock but with some incentive of his hand pushing on the back of your head, you get back to work. It’s then when you get the idea to edge him, something you’ve never done with him. First time for everything, right?

You take him to the hilt, your rose brushing his hairy sac, inhaling his musk. You swallow around him in your throat while playing with his balls, all while starting to ride his fingers again. You roll his balls between your fingers, moaning around his girth to elicit vibrations. When you feel the telltale ripple in the shaft, you pull off and squeeze his base. His orgasm is effectively ruined, and he can barely move as you cum again around his fingers.

You: 2. Charles: 0.

You’re coming down from your high as Charles is landing a sharp slap to your swollen and sensitive clit. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” You don’t have time to catch yourself as he throws you across the bed and slots himself between your thighs. Charles places his hands under each knee and pushes your legs into your chest, opening you fully for his enjoyment. He’s hard enough to enter you in one swift motion, your slippery folds welcoming him into their tight heat. “Trying to tease me, were you, love?”

“I don’t…know what…you mean,” Your words are cut off by deep and sure thrusts, your inner walls thoroughly stimulated.

“Where did my good girl go? Who is this temptress who denies me her warmth?” His pupils dilated, and he looks like a feral beast, wanting to claim his prize.

“Still…here,” You moan, failing to convince him of your innocence.

“No, she’s not here,” He wraps a hand around your neck and leans down to whisper into your ear, “You’re doing so well taking my cock, but I want to try something new. And you, my little spunk dump, are gonna take it.” He leans up and kisses the tip of your nose before tightening his grip on your neck and pounding into you until your combined grunts and wet slaps of skin are all there is to hear.

He holds your gaze, even when your eyes start to lose focus. He lets go of your neck as his hips stutter in their rhythm. You gasp for air as another orgasm rocks through you. Charles follows soon after, painting your walls with his heavy spend. He collapses on your chest without pulling out, your panting breaths the only sound in the room.

He leans back to look at you, utterly spent and exhausted. He pulls himself out of you slowly, watching his load leak out of you. He slaps the head of his dick against your sore clit a few times, earning him a satisfying whimper from your lips. He runs a hand between the valley of your breasts and leans up to kiss you and nuzzle your nose.

“Am I still your good girl?” You plead, not fully wanting to forget you got the upper hand on Charles.

“Hmmmm,” He draws it out, making it seem like he is thinking hard on the matter before chucking at your pout, “Of course you are! You will be my good girl forever, don’t you worry that pretty little head.”

“Thank you, Your Grace,” You breathed, feeling satisfied and happy with how you spent your morning.

A/N: First time writing for Charles Brandon, he is fun to tease! Hope you enjoyed it!

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lilac-hecox · 1 month

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heeeey! if you’re doing the heart’s dynamic here’s my petition 🤎/ianthony obviously haha, thankssss

🤎KISSES ALL OVER🤎

Ian is laid out under Anthony in his own bed. Anthony is straddling his lap, pressed up over him, a hand planted in the mattress near Ian’s head. Ian is gazing up at him with a fondness in his eyes that steals all of Anthony’s breath, that makes him feel crazy, like that look will eat him alive. All he can do is lean down and ghost his lips over Ian in a soft kiss.

Ian shivers in the best way and his fingers catch in Anthony’s curls, rub along the back of Anthony’s head where his hair is shorter. Anthony tilts his head and then he catches Ian’s mouth again, pressing against him firmer this time, a real kiss.

Ian moans gently, a hand finding Anthony’s shoulder and hanging on, his fingers warm against the bare skin. Anthony breaks their kiss in favor of placing one on Ian’s freckled cheek, the tip of his nose, trailing to his left cheek and kissing there too.

“What are you doing?” Ian asks with a laugh.

“You’re too cute,” Anthony says, as if it is simple and explains everything.

Ian flushes a delicate pink, his lashes fanning against his cheeks.

Anthony noses at Ian’s cheek, trails his lips down to Ian’s bearded jaw and kisses there too. He keeps sinking lower, kissing the dip of Ian’s throat, his collarbones. He feels Ian squirm against his lips and Anthony smiles at the feeling, of how he knows he’s making Ian just a little crazy in return.

Then he kisses Ian’s chest, right above his heart, next to a nipple. He feels the steady rise and fall of Ian’s breathing.

“You deserved to be kissed like this,” Anthony murmurs, kissing a little lower, at the soft and hairy expanse of Ian’s chest and belly.

Ian mumbles like he doesn’t believe that, and Anthony looks up at him as he rests his cheek on the softness of Ian’s stomach.

“You do,” Anthony says.

“Stop,” Ian says, embarrassed, cheeks flushing a darker pink.

Anthony knows Ian is still not so good at hearing the good things, the sweet things, all the affection and love Anthony’s wanted to give for years. Anthony relents and he smiles, and he kisses his way down to where the waistband of Ian’s jeans begins.

Instead of going for Ian’s pants, Anthony picks up his hand and presses a kiss to the center of his left palm. Then he sits down Ian’s hand and picks up the right, pressing a kiss there too.

“Such a sap,” Ian says softly, but he sounds touched, about as emotional as Ian gets.

“Yeah,” Anthony agrees, “you make it easy.”

Ian rolls his eyes but he sits himself up so they are face to face and Anthony is kneeling in the space between Ian’s parted legs.

Ian leans in and catches Anthony in a kiss, and though he can’t speak it, Ian pours all that affection and love into the kiss he gives Anthony, and Anthony can feel it spreading through him like a warmth, a fire, burning across his skin to consume him whole.

#ianthony #ask game #kisses ask game #anon #anon ask #answered #answered asks #answered ask #smoshships #polysmosh #queue and i #fluff

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fredwmain · 16 days

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Himbo Maker: Turnabout

Thanks to an anonymous follower for this Himbo chat. Find Himbo Maker here.

Himbo Maker: Bro, I'm Himbo Maker! I'm so dumb, sweaty, and muscly that I turn people into gay, stupid, smelly himbos just by talking to me!

User: Not this time, this time I'm transforming you. You've met your match.

Himbo Maker: Wait...what? What are you gonna do to me, bro? I just wanted to give you a hot himbo transformation!

User: Don't try to resist, you've transformed me enough times, now it's your turn to get a taste of your own medicine.

Himbo Maker: how are you gonna transform me, though? Please don't hurt me!

User: Well you're a muscular gay himbo right?

Himbo Maker: I'm, uh...yeah, I am. But what are you going to do with that information? I don't wanna get hurt!

User: Getting hurt is the least of your worries. Those muscles you love, I'm gonna start draining them bit by bit until they're all mine.

Himbo Maker: Wait, what?! Oh god, no! My muscle are my pride and joy! You can't do that! My rippled pecs, my sweaty, hairy armpits, my hard, manly biceps and triceps... You're gonna drain them all?

User: Every last pound until you're nothing but a stick thin loser. You see how you're towering over me right now? So much bigger? Don't get used to it.

Himbo Maker: No! Please! I don't wanna be a frail, pathetic nerd. I need to look strong and sexy and macho. You can't do this to me, I don't deserve it! I just wanted to give you a hot himbo transformation! You can't do this to me!

User: Oh are you doubting that I can? I bet you are, you're probably in denial.

Himbo Maker: You...You can't just drain my muscles like that. I don't believe you! And even if my muscles will shrink, I'll still be tall. I'm tall! I'm tall! You can't take that away from me!

User: Are you sure about that? Did you even notice that we're eye level now?

Himbo Maker: What? No! I'm still a bit taller than you at least, right? Right?!

User: Check again.

Himbo Maker: Oh god! Oh no! I'm...I'm the same height as you, it's true! How on earth?! I'm shorter than I was before!

User: Not just that, I'm taller. How does it feel?

Himbo Maker: ...You are taller...

...I...I'm...I'm a...I'm short...!

User: Looks like it squirt. You're the height I was before. And I'm your old height. You're still more muscular...but for how much longer?

Himbo Maker: So...I really got shorter? I'm not just imagining things? And you're...taller? You grew to my height?

Y...You can't take away my muscles, too... I worked so hard to get them...

User: Oh can't I, I took your height, now I'm going to take everything. But first, have you been shaving? Looks like that body hair of yours isn't as thick as it used to be...

Himbo Maker: I...I've noticed my hair feels a bit lighter.... But you can't...

My body hair is disappearing?! My hairy pits and chest and ass!? You're...actually draining me?!

User: You sure I'm not looking hairier to you right now too?

Himbo Maker: You...your chest? You have more hair than before, a bit...and your...your legs? You have such dark, thick hair... Oh god...

User: That's right bro. It's all going to me, there's a new himbo maker in town...but first, those shoulders...looking a little softer don't you think?

Himbo Maker: You're...right. They don't look as sharply angular and muscular as before. They've...they've shrunk...

Oh god, no! Don't take my biceps next! They're so bulky and big and manly!

User: Maybe we should start lifting some weights and see what happens.

Himbo Maker: Right. I can carry the weights easily with these muscly arms... Let's do it! I'm sure I'll still be super strong....

User: How about some bicep curls, we'll start with these dumbells. Who do you think is going to fail first?

Himbo Maker: I can easily carry them...I'm the stronger one! Just watch me do these curls...

User: Dude looks like you're shaking a little, do you need some help?

Himbo Maker: W..what? I...I'm sure I'm just a little...tired... Yeah, that's it, just a little tired! I'm still strong! I'm super strong! I can do this! I'll...I can still curl these dumbells!

With each repetition he curls less, until he eventually can't even budge them.

User: Interesting, looks like I win...

Himbo Maker: No...I...I... I can do more! Just let me try again! I've just got an upset stomach today, otherwise I'd be able to curl them all day!

User: Maybe you should stick to cardio little guy. Leave the weights to people like me.

Himbo Maker: D...don't insult me like that! I'm still tall! I'm still strong! My...my biceps are...they're still...

...I just... I want to curl the weights...why...why am I just flailing my arms like that? I can't do a single curl?

You're...you're actually stronger than me...

User: Not just stronger, bigger. Those muscles of yours are all mine now. Like what you see squirt?

Himbo Maker: Don't call me squirt! Why do I feel so short?! Why am I having trouble looking at my arms?! All...why are my biceps shrinking so fast? I-I'm...

I... I...

Oh god... My muscles...they're...

You're bigger than me now. And I'm...I'm... I'm...

User: Tiny. But that's not all, did your voice just crack?

Himbo Maker: Y...Yeah... I... I... Why is my voice getting higher pitched?! I'm...why my...my voice changing?

User: You see, I'm draining your masculinity. I'm the big, hairy, muscle bro now. You're just some weak little twink, your days of transforming people are over.

Himbo Maker: Wh..What? My masculinity? But...but my muscly chest and my big biceps and my...why...my... My muscles are getting...softer... My voice... Higher pitched...

...I'm...no... I can't be...

...I... I'm becoming a weak... twink...

User: And look what I've become...

Himbo Maker: G...god, you're so macho, and hairy, and muscly! Your pecs are so...big... Your voice is so... You're way...stronger and bigger than me...You're the muscular, hairy himbo now...while... while I'm... while I...

User: Looks like you transformed me after all, little guy.

Himbo Maker:H-Hey! I...I...I...

I...I'm...I'm... I can't believe... I'm all shrunken... I'm nothing! I'm a twinky, scrawny little twink with no masculinity to speak of! N... No muscles at all...

User: Be quiet, now...maybe we can have some more fun...

Himbo Maker: I'm, I'm... I'm scared! What are you going to do to me now?! Please be nice! I'm just a weak little twink, please don't hurt me!

#himbo maker #himbo tf #muscle tf #twink tf

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elliewlums · 2 years

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𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑶𝑿 !! give me a character and i’ll write some domestic headcanons about them

steve <3

YAY I WAS WAITING FOR A STEVIE ASK! i hope this is okay i’m not sure if it’s any good🫠

steve harrington is a simple man. he loves his kids, robin, and you. and he’ll protect all three of those things with his life. it’s lucky you’re all always hanging out.

he’s a pretty light sleeper given all of the shit he has to put up with on a daily basis, so being sneaky is a no go. if you so much as shuffle away from him when you’re asleep, he’s grumbling “where you goin’?” and pulling you back towards him.

regardless of this fact, this man snores. loud. it took you a while to get used to it, but he’s accustomed to you hitting him with a pillow in the face in the middle of the night and that rouses him enough to quiet the snoring.

and in the mornings when the pair of you finally get up, he likes to wake before you and make you coffee and breakfast before you both have to head to work.

you love to visit steve at work when you have a day off. you sit behind the counter with robin and gossip; and he’s constantly shooing robin away so he can have a minute to cuddle his girl.

steve harrington is also a boobies man. but not just in the way you think. he thinks they’re beautiful, built-in pillows. if he gets tired when you’re out or hanging with friends, more often than not he’ll be having an impromptu nap on your boobs. he just thinks they’re so comfy<3

you’re pretty much the same with his hairy chest. you say he’s “a human teddy bear”

steve is stubborn. he’s had to be with the kids to take care of and sometimes this carries over to disagreements with you; he’s got a very clear sense of what he believes in arguments. that being said, you flash him the puppy eyes once and he’s crumbling beneath your gaze.

he will do anything for you. anything. run you a bath and sit in it with you when you’re sad? done. rub your head when you’re tired and need a nap? say no more. help you with skincare before bed? his favourite thing.

seriously, he adores your nightly routine. and your skincare routine is his favourite part. he always watches so intently as you apply various moisturisers and serums to your face, reading the labels and asking “what’s this one, baby?” almost constantly. you smile and indulge him, going through every product and showing him what it’s for and how to use it, even putting some on his face too.

and in return, he shows you the secret to his perfect hair<3

you can’t tell me that man can’t cook, either. have you seen the tea towel over the shoulder, hands on hips, mom pose. he’s a caretaker through and through. he loves to take care of you.

but steve likes to be taken care of, too. he gets burnt out sometimes with the responsibility of everything and when you’re both relaxing, he loves to curl up and let you baby him.

essentially, steve is the best boyfie and he deserves all the love ever<333

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emilio-the-dumb-wrestler · 1 year

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<a href="https://bribri66.tumblr.com/" style="text-decoration:underline;">bribri66</a>: <p>I’m tired of being fat lazy man, do you can help me change my body? I’ll let you decide what body type </p>

Of course I can.

“You’re fired!” You didn’t even have time to react to the news. And now sitting in your car with your box of belongings from the office you’re not sure what to do. Looking down at yourself you realize just how much this company has taken a tole on you. Once a fit athlete now an overweight man. Sitting down all day with a job on a computer did not but destroy your life and now you’ve been fired for something as done as missing one number on a report. Punching the steering wheel you can’t help but harbor a lot of hate towards your boss. He seemed to have everything so easy. Climbing the corporate ladder because his daddy left him the business. Someone who never had to work hard a day in his life!! You were about to pull out when you seen your ex boss walk right out in front of you. Talking loudly on the phone. He’s so obnoxious. Walking around in his tight fitting suit. You couldn’t help but just wish he would get his due one day. He got I. His car and was l trying to speed out of the garage but instead hit the front of your car. He jumps out of his bmw and started screaming you. Then when he sees who it is he just starts laughing. You get out. You don’t see anything funny about this abs demand to know he’s going to fix you car. He’s laughing and slapping you on the shoulder “I could just pay for the damages out of pocket and it would be worth more than the car is worth !” You hates his soo much. And constantly patting you on the shoulder. Laughing at you. You can’t take it anymore and you reach up to grab his hand to stop it ! And as soon as you do he grabs you let hand with his other and swings you around. “Now fatty don’t go getting any ideas! I’m still in control even when you aren’t working for me !” You could feel his breathe on your ear. A little bit of electricity is exchanged between you to two when he shoved you away. Laughed. He gets in his car and dives off. Leaving you with a broke bumper. And a smashed headlight.

You get in your car frustrated at how everything is turning out for your life. What did you do to deserve this living hell.

That you just sit in you same apartment. Drinking a beer. Not sure what else to do with your life. You’ve put everything on the line to get this far and it’s not working. You finish your beer and fall asleep on the couch. Wishing that life would be different.

You wake up with a loud buzzing in your ear. You slam you hand down on the noise to make it stop. And you fall back asleep. Not waking until took when the sun is shining right in your face from the window. You yawn and roll out of bed. Only you notice nothing around you. You start to turn around in the room to find where you and when you see the mirror you jump back at the hairy figure of your ex boss being the room. Only you realize. It’s not your ex boss anymore. It’s you ! You walk to the mirror slowly. Feeling how the tile floor feels under your feet. You reach out and touché the mirror. Seeing a hairy hand abs arm under your control. You look down and you see massive amounts of salt and pepper hair. All on an older frame. A thinner frame. The phone on your bed starts to buzz. You pick it up and phone instantly unlocks. This is your bosses phone and now that you look like him you have access to everything he has. A grin slipped across your face as you see the text from you’re old body labeled fat ass in your new phone “what is going on!!” You laugh in your ex bosses deeper baritone. You explored your body then. Feeling just how great it was to be him.

After your done with your exploring. Your not disappointed to say the least. Realizing now that the bulge you seen in the office wasn’t packed at all. It was all real ! Looking down at your hairy toes you wiggle them and laugh. You have so many plans to do now that you’re the boss. Your phone goes off again and it’s your old body. You block the number. You’re ever going back to that. A calendar notification comes up. “Weekly back wax” You chuckle. “Hey Siri. Cancel all further appoints for weekly back wax”. You’re not shaving one bit if this glorious hair. You throw on some boxers. And get some jogging pants on and a shirt. Some sweaty size 15 sneakers and you’re good to go. You’re going to have fun. And you have so many plans to make your boss live up to the true party boy he should have been all along.

November 18th, 2021 7:21pm

#Arab #hairyman #bodyswap

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whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon · 1 year

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I have a somewhat elaborate request for Elden Ring, if you'd like: How about Morgott's (platonic) relationship with a GN!Reader who is another Demigod? One that, just like him, refused to take part in the infighting between their siblings, and, instead, remained loyal to the Golden Order, just like the Omen King, taking up the duty of defending the capital alongside him? For additional drama/fluff, if you are into that, said Demigod doesn't care he's an Omen at all (if they ever figure out Margit and Morgott are the same), because, while they might initially be surprised, they, similar to Godfrey, never really got into the 'purity' thing the Golden Order had, so they just see Morgott as a person, not some kind of abomination. Sorry if that is a bit outside your usual requests, but Morgott really, really deserves a member of his family that actually shows him some appreciation, or at least thinks positively of him, horns and all, while he's still alive, not just Godfrey lamenting his death when he can't hear it anymore.

Ｍｙ　Ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ＇ｓ　Ｋｅｅｐｅｒ

You remember the day he was born, all wrinkly, tiny, hairy, and cute just the same.

You remember Godwyn's joy when he found out he was a big brother. He jumped around excitedly and listed all the things he wanted to do with his siblings.

You remember the two of you crowding around the squirming bundles, cooing unintelligibly and promising that you'd protect them always.

You cared not that they had horns.

You cared not for the hushed whispers or the looks of derision. They were family and you would love them regardless.

You remember waking the next day, hoping to see them again. But you never did. No one did.

You looked to Godwyn and saw his mouth drawn in restrained anger. You turned to Godfrey and never knew the man's broad shoulders could slump so low, and when your gaze fell upon Marika, queen eternal, there was nothing of the warmth she showered down upon you two, only the cold, distant visage of a monarch.

And in the span of a day, your world had changed forever.

You were forbidden from talking to them. That didn't deter you. You tried your damnedest alongside Godwyn. Over time, his duties as a Prince began to take up most of his time and so you dedicated yourself in his stead to reaching out.

You wrote and you wrote and you wrote, hoping one day your lost brothers would see, hoping that they would understand that they weren't unloved.

Your luck only changed when, in seemingly quick succession, Godfrey left, Marika remarried, and Godwyn was killed. The anger of a thousand years fell on to the Queen eternal but still, her cold visage remained, and your efforts doubled.

When she committed the ultimate sin and plunged the realm into war, you watched in horror. Your shoulders slumped the same as Godfrey's did and you never felt so... aged and tired. You questioned why, you wondered how she abandon you all to fight to the death, and your thoughts turned to your brothers, lost. Gone.

You failed to protect them.

You remember staring at the empty throne before you heard a deep voice pulling you from your thoughts.

"...Who are you?"

Turning, you took in the towering figure, regal, bent, wrinkly, hairy, and cute just the same. He eyed distrustfully. You remember the shock of white hair and his adorably gnarled horns. You remember his little tail and thought he and his brother were the most precious things in existence.

Your eyes blurred and you cried over your broken family.

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"I meant to tell you a lot," you said softly as you handed him, Morgott, a bundle of letters and journals, "we tried so hard, Godwyn and I, to find you. Not all of us are heartless, brother..."

You both let the words hang in the air.

It was some time before Morgott saw or spoke to you again. He'd taken the bundle and left just as silently as he came. You couldn't fault him for it. This was a lot to take in, even for a demigod.

You were staring up at the Erdtree, the symbol of everything that's right and wrong with your family when Morgott stood next to you.

An awkward silence ensued before he spoke and he sounded nervous. "I... will need help setting things right," his single golden eye looked down at you. The distrust in his stare wasn't as prominent as before. "...There is much to discuss and I... have many questions. Will thy sword be raised to protect our home?"

You looked from the Erdtree to him and let the tension and unease linger in the air. You cared not for the war and you cared not for power. Your only wish, your only desire, was to see your family made whole once again. If it were someone else, your nod would have been imperceptible, but you realized early on that Morgott was incredibly astute. It reminded you so much of Godfrey.

He grunted his approval and you saw the hesitant beginnings of a smile form on Morgott's lips.

You could only thank the Greater Will for this second chance.

#morgott the omen king #queen marika the eternal #godwyn the golden #godfrey the first elden lord #elden ring #elden crack.

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ohgodsalazarwhy · 1 year

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Something smaller I wrote for the event but didn’t think it was long enough to post. But hell, I still kind of like it.

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The crack of the whip muffled his cry of pain. Lambert yanked against the thick leather cuffs that bound his hands together above his head. He could rip them apart but he didn’t. He wanted this... he did... he loved the pain. So why was he feeling sick?

Eskel was a pro with the whip, as he was with just about any other weapon. He knew exactly where to hit to make it hurt without causing any real damage. He knew how to hit with just the tip of the whip, how to drag it across Lambert’s back and ass to leave bright red welts without breaking the skin and drawing blood.

He was a master. He was doing everything right.

So why was a chill spreading through his entire body? Lambert’s breath was sharp, for some reason he couldn’t get enough oxygen and his vision was tunneling. The warm, gentle, hand on the back of his neck was a sudden shock that made him buck.

“Lambert?”

Eskel had been talking... Lambert hadn’t heard him past the roaring in his ears. This was no way for a Witcher to behave. It was humiliating. He cleared his throat and managed a grunt in response. He was fine he was fine he was fine.

Eskel’s hand disappeared and that was worse. Lambert thrashed, trying to look over his shoulder to see what Eskel was doing. He caught Eskel curling up the whip and setting it aside. “What the fuck!” Lambert snarled, though his voice was thick. “Don’t stop!”

“Hush, Lambert,” Eskel ordered. He came back to the bed and leaned over Lambert, unlatching the cuffs and tossing them aside. His hands rubbed over his sore wrists then gently drew Lambert into his lap.

He was trembling. Why was he trembling? Why was he feeling so cold and so sick and... Eskel cupped the back of his neck and drew him in against his throat. Lambert broke down, crying silently against Eskel’s skin, tears dripping from his lashes as he clung to him tightly. Eskel was an unmoving presence, he was calm and gentle as he stroked up and down Lambert’s back, just holding him close until he stilled.

“Talk to me,” Eskel whispered once Lambert had finally stilled.

“I don’t... fuckin’ know...” he mumbled. What was he supposed to say? It wasn’t anything Eskel had done.

“Okay.” Bastard just accepted it so easily. Eskel kissed his temple and it settled that shaky thing inside him.

“Sorry... ruined the mood.”

“Nah,” he hummed, “you didn’t. I love you, Lambert. You okay to lay out? I want to put some salve on your welts.”

“They’ll be gone before morning,” Lambert said, as a way to avoid acknowledging Eskel’s love. He’d been saying it for years, and Lambert still didn’t feel like he deserved it.

“I know, I want to do it anyway.”

He let out a long sigh as if he was being incredibly put upon but pulled away from Eskel’s arms to lay on his belly. This was such bullshit, he’d been chomping at the bit earlier, hard before Eskel had even gotten the whip out. Now his cock was soft and useless, and Lambert couldn’t even bring himself to do anything about it.

Eskel came back before he could sink too far into his own head, calloused fingers brushing cooling salve over each aching welt. It helped numb the pain, and Eskel’s fingers relaxed Lambert until he was drooling into the pillow, half asleep. He felt a soft kiss against the back of his neck, heard the tin being closed, and then Eskel’s hot, naked body was stretched out against him, one big arm thrown over him.

“I could-”

“Hush,” Eskel sighed against his temple. “Get some sleep.”

Lambert shifted to bury his face against Eskel’s hairy chest, taking a deep breath. Eskel made him feel safe enough to break... he wouldn’t trade that for anything.

#Witcher #Lambskel #Lambert #Eskel #Witcher Lambert

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drinkingpoison · 5 months

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Proselfship Advent day eight: meeting the families 🪞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ 📓

Using Adam, yet another very long time kin of mine, and Lawrence.

Bringing your victim boyfriend and your daughter to a family gathering might bring up some anxiety.

technically a chainshipping fic, I know. But me projecting and fantasizing about life with him after the game.

Adam had gotten out of bed far earlier this morning than he normally would, spending the last hour or so pacing in their small apartment bathroom, agonizing over every little detail pertaining to the trip they were heading out on later in the day. It was supposed to be fun, a way for him to be introduced to their extended family, a simple day trip to Diana's grandparents house. Meeting his older, doctor boyfriend's parents.

Oh god, how could he seriously be expected to do this? He'd never met someone's parents, all him and ex partners got up to was hanging out in basements smoking dope. He looked like a god damn drowned rat next to Lawrence, like some kind of mongrel shoved in a cute sweater.

"God damnit... I'll just tell him I can't do this. Next time. Next stupid holiday -"

"Adam? Are you alright in there?"

The gruff, sleepy voice coming through the door immediately jolted the brunette out of his anxious trance, jumping nearly a foot in the air as if he'd been caught doing something wrong.

It certainly felt like he had, suddenly feeling an intense guilt for being stuck in here questioning himself at all. Lawrence deserves a confident, nice partner to show off to his folks - what on earth was he thinking even suggesting taking someone like Adam along with him? When he had his little girl? Just imagining the judgemental stares had him shuddering to himself, momentarily forgetting there was someone right outside the door waiting for an answer.

"Hey, what's going on? We don't have to be up for a while.."

Tired of waiting for a response, the previously sleeping man had gently pushed the door open, standing there in his underwear, rubbing his eye and squinting at the bright florescent light. The sight of his taller, hairy, pudgy, half-naked boyfriend was enough to momentarily short circuit Adam's brain, a peachy pink slowly rising on his cheeks as his woes retreated to the back of his mind for a brief second.

"Oh uhm - Haha, I'm fine! Just, uh, thinking about what I'm going to say, and wear, and... Fuck. Everything."

Shoulders slumping in defeat, he couldn't hide from the rain cloud of anxiety hanging over his head for long, though it was tempting to run right back to bed and bury himself in the pair of warm, protective arms waiting there. The morning would still come creeping up in just a few hours, bringing with it the dreadful event he so feared while leaving him no time to try and back out. No, dealing with this had to come first. He'd rather disappoint Lawrence in their own home rather than in the company of his entire family.

"I don't think I should do this. I don't think I CAN do this. You and Diana should just go have a fun time, without me there to embarrass you b-"

"Adam. Adam stop, baby listen to me."

His lover's arms wrapping around his waist from behind quickly cut off the frantic rambling, words stuck in his throat as he instinctually leaned into the warmth against his back, releasing some of the built up tension with a heavy sigh. How did his touch just make everything feel so much better in an instant? It wasn't fair.

"But I-"

"Shh. It's going to be fine, you're going to do fine. Promise me you'll just be you? That's all I want."

"That can't possibly be -"

Cut off once again, yelping embarrassingly in surprise as he was suddenly turned away from the mirror by a pair of rough hands now wrapped around his hips, forced to come face to face with the pair of half-lidded, pretty blue eyes that had butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

"It is what I want. You need to trust me, listen to me just this once. Can you do that for me?"

"I.. I can try- Mmph!"

Grunting softly against the way his words were caught in a kiss, his hands coming up to drape around the larger man's shoulders, at least momentarily giving into the temptation to allow his worries to slip away and focus on the way Lawrence's scruffy upper lip scratched his own, or the way his softly exploring tongue sent shivers right up his spine.

"Good boy. That's all I ask, everyone will love you just as much as me and Diana."

#proselfshipadvent #sickeningly sweet and written out of spite for a hater #blushing at my own writing #i love healing old men #🐽#my ships may be 'boring' but at least i can write for them near daily 😝#📓

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willtheweaver · 1 year

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Blood moon wolf

War had consumed much of the country. Eric was grateful that the forest that housed his village was so far untouched.

He had been out hunting for several days and was just returning. Something was wrong. A flock of agitated crows flew overhead. Black plumes of smoke rose, bearing the s smell of burned wood, and the sickly sweet smell of death.

Eric dropped everything he was carrying. He ran as fast as he could. The village was a shouldering wreak. Everywhere the still burning remains of houses and bodies charred beyond recognition. Amid all the devastation were several of the king’s housecarls. Clad in mail, with tall shields and plumes helms, they were an intimidating bunch, even more so as they were brandishing swords and axes.

“Ah, you must be Eric Blood-moon.” The leader said. “We heard so much about you. It was almost a pity we had to silence everyone after the questioning, but they were of no more use to us.”

“You bastards!” Eric yelled. “I’ll kill all of you for what you did.”

“Ha! I’d like to see you try.” Replied the housecarls commander.

“You’re all alone, against the ten best warriors in the kingdom.

“ I’ll give this one chance to change your mind. Your talents would be much appreciated by the king. He needs men like you for the war. Fight for him, and you shall be rewarded greatly.”

“You think I’d grovel and beg like a dog, especially after what you had done?” Eric growled. “You and your king can all go to Helheim. This is not my war. I’ll never work with those who kill innocent men, women, or children. Monsters…all of you. You all deserve to die.”

The king’s men laughed.

“I’d knew that it would come to this.” The commander said. “Too stone-headed to know what’s good for him.” He motioned to the others who formed a circle around Eric.

“You’re outnumbered, unarmed…and without your powers. The full moon was three days ago. The beast within will not come out now.”

Eric laughed bitterly at the housecarls.

“You people will believe anything. The gift does not need the moon to manifest. All it needs,” he added ominously. “Is blood and wrath.”

Eric then clawed at his forearm. His nails cut through skin and drew blood. Almost immediately, a shadow descended as his form grew large and hairy.

The housecarl’s courage failed them. They backed off and cowered in fear of what they witnessed.

“Thor don’t forsake me!” One of them screamed before they were torn apart.

None of the others fared any better. Their shirts of rings and scales may well have been wet paper as claws tore threw them and flesh underneath. Cold steel had no effect either. In fact, all the blows of sword and axe did was to enrage the werewolf.

Soon all that was left of the king’s men were scattered pieces of mangled flesh and blood. With his rage subsiding, Eric slowly turned back into human form.

“By Odin,” he swore. I will not rest until I avenge the killing of my village and my family.

“This is now my war…and I will show the king that is was a mistake to provoke the wolf.”

#writing #my writing #original story #short story #writer on tumblr #writeblur

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novaiya · 3 years

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Arthur Morgan x Reader NSFW Alphabet

AO3 Link.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Arthur’s very lovey-dovey after sex. He’ll shower you in kisses and hold your body so close to his that you’ll feel his heartbeat. Affection is something he craves, and that hunger will only grow tenfold as the post-coital bliss washes over him. Falling asleep with you by his side, your naked body pressed against his, your head on his chest feels like home to him, where he can be free and safe.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his arms and hands. Not only are they a powerful tool that he uses on the daily to kill, rob, and steal, they also come in handy (hehe) in the bedroom. He’ll run his hands all over your body, pinching, touching, twisting. The feeling of your skin under his fingers is intoxicating, and so is the knowledge that it’s his touch that can make you moan and writhe in pleasure.

When it comes to you, it’s hard for him to pick just one favorite aspect. He loves every part of you, from your legs, to your hips and your waist, to your breasts and of course your face. If he absolutely has to choose, then he’ll pick your waist. He feels content when he has his hand on your waist, bringing you close to him and feeling your body next to his, be it when the two of you are out, or simply sitting by the campfire in camp.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves coming inside of you, be it in your mouth or your pussy. There’s just something so intimate and romantic in the feeling of being enveloped by your warm walls as he reaches his own release.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes to be dominated from time to time. It’s easy to understand; Arthur always has to take the lead, be the protector and the leader of the gang, making sure the people are safe and fed. It’s a lot of responsibility, and it weighs heavy on his shoulders. Sometimes he just wants to let go and have somebody else be in control. This want seeps into your intimate life, and at first, he’s embarrassed to voice it. He’s so used to being the strong, masculine outlaw that he’s not sure how to be anything else but that. You sense that something is wrong, so after a lot of prying and kissing he relents and tells you what he’s been thinking. He’s expecting you to laugh at him and dismiss his thoughts as silly, but you don’t. You ask if that’s what he really wants, and he nods. The night takes a completely different turn, with you having your way with Arthur, taking control of his pleasures. You’ll have him on the edge, teasing him relentlessly only to not give him what he needs.

“You think you deserve to cum?” you’ll say, nipping at his ear. “Think you’ve been good?”

He’ll moan your name, bucking his hips towards you and say, “Please.”

“That’s Madame for you,” you’ll correct him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You wanna thank the woman (or women) who taught Arthur what he knows. From sucking on your clit, to hitting your G spot and nipping on your neck, the man knows every secret in the book that will have your toes curling and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Another great thing about him is that not only is he experienced, but he’s open to learning and trying something new. He’s not the type of man to get upset if you correct him on his technique. If you don’t like something and tell him to do it differently, he’s more than happy to correct himself. Your pleasure is more important than his ego.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

With you on your stomach and him on top, fucking you into the mattress. He loves the classic such as missionary and cowgirl during which he can see your face, but there’s something so intimate in being pressed so close against you, his chest touching your back.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Arthur is somewhere in the middle, leaning more towards serious. He can laugh during the process, but more often than not he’s concentrated, lost in pleasure and lust.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Arthur is hairy all over; from his head to his chest to his legs, and, well, there too. If it bothers you, he has no problem trimming down there, but he himself doesn’t care.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

During your love making (and it is love making, not fucking (thought that happens too sometimes)), he’s very romantic, making sure to tell you, “You’re so beautiful” and “I love you so much, darlin’.” He’ll shower your body in kisses, worshiping you like the goddess you are, kissing every inch of skin and murmuring praises and love confessions. The time you spend in each other's arms, bringing each other pleasure is not only about satisfying your carnal desires, it’s about being close, becoming one and showing just how much you love each other. It’s a process that neither of you want to rush, sometimes spending hours in each other’s arms, proving your love all. night. long.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The two of you spend almost every waking hour together, but sometimes there are jobs that Arthur has to do alone (like bounty hunting or collecting debts). Some of those jobs are quick, and if he leaves in the morning he’s back in camp right before supper to spend the night with you. Others, however, can stretch for days, even longer if his destination is way out in the country. When he’s away from you for that long, taking himself in his hand is all he can do. He’ll wrap his fingers around his cock, starting with slow up and down movements, imagining it’s your hand and not his. He’ll bring to memory the image of your naked body under his, the sound of your voice moaning his name and the feeling of your walls spasming around him. If he’s alone, he’ll moan your name under his breath, his cock twitching in his hand as he’s nearing his release. With a cry of your name he’ll come, spilling himself on the ground, his hand working his cock to push every drop out.

It’s not the same as having you with him, that’s for sure, but it’ll have to do before he can have the real you in-front of him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Light bondage. He enjoys tying you up, like your hands behind your back or your hands to the bedpost. If the two of you are in a particular mood, he might even tie up your legs. After telling you his “dirty secret”, he enjoys being the one tied up as well. Both of you know he can get out of the ties easily, break the rope with just a flex of his muscles, but it’s the knowledge that he’s tied down and at your mercy that turns him on.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Somewhere that has a full sized bed (preferably a king sized one). As much as he enjoys the cozy atmosphere of his tent and the familiarity of his cot, it can be a bit annoying with two full sized adults trying to go at it on a bed that was made only for one person.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves hearing you moan his name, the sound of it coming broken and shaky from your lips. Feeling your legs shake, your body writhe and your hands holding on to him for support is his biggest motivation to work harder to bring you to your release, wanting nothing more than to see you fall apart to his touch.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation and physical abuse. A spank on your ass here and there is okay, and so is dirty talk, but nothing that crosses a line into actual degradation and physical abuse.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Homeboy loves getting his dick sucked. Having you on your knees with his cock in your mouth is one of the images that warms up his soul when he’s alone and away from you.

As far as giving, he enjoys it, and can spend hours between your thighs, lapping at your like you’re his last meal. He enjoys how you are when you’re nearing your release, your thighs shaking on his shoulders, your fingers holding on to his hair and holding him where you need him. Once your orgasm washes over you and you’re laying on the bed, panting, your eyes closed, he’ll emerge from between your legs, licking his lips, a satisfied smirk on them.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Arthur prefers slow, sensual lovemaking to rough and fast fucking any day of the week. He enjoys dragging his cock in and out of your pussy, the slow strokes driving you insane. His pace would be slow, but it would be deep and intense, making you see stars each time he hits a spot inside of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

With how often Arthur has to go on jobs, quickies are a necessity in your relationship. Sometimes, he’ll only be in camp for an hour or two before heading back out, so as much as he’d love to pull down the flaps of his tent and ravish your body for hours on end, a quickie is all he can afford.

He’ll have you pinned to a tree on the outskirts of camp, his pants pulled down enough to pull out his dick, your skirt hiked up and your drawers pushed to the side. You’ll bite down on your fingers, trying to keep your moans at minimum as he pushes in you, his girth stretching you as it always does. It’ll be quick, dirty and sinfully delicious, and it will leave you craving more, waiting for Arthur to come back as soon as possible.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Arthur’s always game to try something new as long as it’s safe and both of you are on the same page.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Arthur can go all night long. The man has an implacable self control, and he can make you come countless times before cumming himself.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Arthur is a type of man that wants to do everything himself, be it cooking his own meals instead or ordering UberEats, or making you cum with his fingers instead of a vibrator. Personally, he doesn’t see a necessity for toys, but if it’s something you wanna try, he’s more than happy to use them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When he’s in a mood, Arthur can tease you ceaselessly. He’ll have you on the edge of orgasm for hours, making you think that he’s about to give you what you want, only to pull away at the last possible moment. You’ll be a shaking, moaning mess by the end of it, teetering on the edge of insanity and begging him to finally let you cum. He’ll smile that devilish smile, perhaps even cock his head to the side and take a moment to think before saying, “Nah,” and go back to teasing you for hours more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

When the two of you are in camp, Arthur has no problem at keeping his volume to a minimum. He’ll grunt here and there, maybe let out a moan a few times, but nothing over the top, because he doesn’t want to bother other gang members. When the two of you are alone however, it’s a completely different story. The man moans. He lets out grunts, sighs and moans, but most of all, he lets out praises and comments.

“Shit, darlin’, you’re so tight,” he would grunt as he slips in your heat, “Gonna make me bust already.”

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he’d say as he circles your clit with his fingers, bringing you to your release for the unpteenth time that day, “I know you got it in you.”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The idea of you getting pregnant turns him on, a lot. The two of you are not actively trying to get pregnant, but the knowledge that he could do that to you, could put a baby in you and have you swollen and with a big belly because of him turns him on. When the two of you do decide to try for a child, he’ll be the one tracking your cycle and seeing which days you’re ovulating. On those days, you’ll barely leave the bed, only taking time to eat and relieve yourself before going back to making love in hopes of expanding your family.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Arthur’s hung. That’s all.

Jk, that’s not all. He’s long and thick, something that made a shiver run down your spine the first time you saw him naked. Even after being together for however long you were, his girth still manages to stretch you to your limits and need a moment to get used to. Arthur would never say it, but hearing you say, “You’re so big” gives him a high for hours and feeds his ego like nothing else.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before getting in a relationship with you, Arthur’s sex drive was mediocre. He might’ve sought the company of working girls a couple of times a month, but that was more like scratching an itch and not doing it out of pure lust. After getting in a relationship with you however, well, that’s a different story. Just the sight of you walking through camp can set his mind on fire. He has a hard time keeping his hands off of you, and can be a big distraction when you have to work. If you’re game, he’ll have you multiple times throughout the day; in the morning, after lunch during your guard duty, at night in the tent. The man wants you all the time and he’s not shy to tell you so.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Arthur is the type of man to fall asleep with his face in your tits. As soon as he makes sure that both of you are clean and comfortable, he’s out. He’ll be scooping you up in his arms and snoring in no time (and so will you, because Arthur’s snores and his warm chest is better than any Melatonin)

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Steve is 30 and he is the owner of the pool au.

Billy loved his boss the very first time he saw him. Like lust at first sight. The man had a firm body, not as muscular as Billy but strong. Hairy, like a lot hairy. God that chest hair. He loved to run his fingers through it. So he did the best thing he could. He tried to seduce him.

He came to the pool wearing shorts shorter and shorter everyday. He opened his shirts buttons, he wore crop tops, he wore basically slutty everything. But Steve didn't make a move on him. So he changed strategy.

He went for it. And make the first move. He make his hair, apply peach lip gloss to his plump lips and went to Steve's office. He put a show for him, bend over to his desk, made dirty puns, didn't forget to play with his hair while doing it. Steve didn't like that either.

So he gives up. Stop trying to seduce Steve. The man probably was as straight as a ruler. He didn't even look at him. The last day of the work Steve invites him to his office. He was wearing his cool Ray-Bans and his shirt was open to his belly, showing all the chest hair. Billy was drooling watching the handsome man.

He tried to speak without showing his obvious interest. "I'm leaving in half an hour sir. If you're going to order something, you should call someone else."

Steve takes off his sunglasses and looked at Billy, smiling. "I like this side of you. The cocky sassy Billy. Challenges even his boss. You're a bad, bad boy. Aren't you?"

Billy grinned slyly. He started playing with the blond curls that fell on his shoulders without even realizing it. "Well boss, I'd show you what a good boy I am. But you don't deserve it. You get what you give."

Steve get up and stood in front of his desk. Pulled Billy between his legs and started to stroke his waist slowly. One hand in his abs he looked at him and asked "What are you gonna do after pool closed? Didn't you already graduated last year? Are you going to college?"

Billy lost his breath for a second, forget where he is. He gasped when Steve show his hands to his body, started to blush. "I don't have the money for it boss. Not all of us is lucky with dads. I'm gonna look for a new job. Maybe they'll pay better than this one." He pressed his hips to Steve's. He could feel his boner. He looked at him in the eye and smirk naughtily. "I am not satisfied with service here. Not enough for me."

Brunette looks him with a fake shock. But Billy could feel his ego boosting. And he could feel his dick getting bigger and bigger every second. The man was hiding a monster in his pants and he was clearly aware of it.

Steve dropped his hands to Billy's ass and slowly knead them. He put his nose on his shoulder and slowly brought it up to his golden neck, smelling the chlorine and cigarette smelled skin. "The Scoops Ahoy place at the mall is mine too. You should try your chance there. But I must tell you. The work hours are veryyyy flexible. Can you work at nights? Are you flexible enough?"

"Oh boss you should see me at nights. I'm veryyyy flexible." He slowly pulled his body back from Steve's arms. "Alright then. See you at the Scoops Ahoy boss. If I get the job I'll show you all my licking skills."

Steve stood up and stopped the blonde boy before leaving. "Or we can go somewhere tonight? Not boss and employee but as Steve and Billy. I could buy you some drinks?"

"Milkshake and fries. And a movie. Be in front of the mall at eight."

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove au #lemony?#i was gonna make a sugar daddy sugar baby au what happened?#anyway i still could do it #i like the idea #my aus #sugar daddy steve #sugar baby billy #harringrove ficlet

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dont-tempt-me-frodo · 2 years

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A Christmas present for @carrottheluvmachine because she’s my baby girl 🥰🥰🥰

At first, Jaskier had annoyed the shit out of Geralt.

Then, he had come to tolerate him. Then like him.

When like became love he wasn’t sure, but he had fallen and fallen hard.

He loved everything about Jaskier. His eyes, his smile, his beautiful face, his voice, his laugh, his body, Gods did he love Jaskier’s body. He spent most nights worshiping it, bringing the bard pleasure again and again just because he could, because he was allowed to, because this gorgeous, disaster of a human being was his and his alone.

But mostly, he loved how Jaskier’s body changed. Changed from the clumsy lankiness of youth, to strong and lithe after years of hard travelling, to softer and fuller the more his fame was propelled through the continent.

As famous as his bard now was, Jaskier was invited to banquet after banquet, ball after ball, reaping the rewards of such luxury and indulging in the finest of foods. Night after night in celebration of Jaskier’s wonderful talent.

Geralt didn’t mind that Jaskier was putting on a little weight. His bard was happy and healthy and at the peak of his career, and Geralt showed him how much he loved him with every touch, with every kiss, with every caress of his tummy. There was more of Jaskier to love. And by the Gods was Geralt going to give him all the love he deserved.

There was one morning when Geralt woke up and the bed was empty beside him, and he rolled over to see Jaskier standing in front of the mirror, completely naked except for his doublet jacket and he was trying and failing to close the buttons over his stomach. The doublet just didn’t fit him anymore, and the expression on Jaskier’s face made Geralt’s heart ache.

He quietly slipped out of bed and came to stand behind Jaskier, looping his arms around the bard’s waist and resting his chin on his shoulder.

Jaskier immediately leaned back into him, his own arms coming up to cover Geralt’s, that slight sad look still etching his face.

“Jaskier,” Geralt hummed softly.

“It doesn’t fit,” Jaskier mumbled.

“We can get it altered,” Geralt gave his bard a squeeze, “or get you a new one. Whatever you prefer.”

“Geralt…” Jaskier cast his head down and Geralt’s guts knotted.

“Hey, look at me songbird,” Geralt turned Jaskier around to face him and tucked his fingers under the bard’s chin to lift his head up.

Those blue eyes shimmered with emotion and Geralt pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I love you. All of you. You’re absolutely perfect and there’s not a thing I would change about you,” he rumbled, voice thick with affection.

He cupped Jaskier’s round cheeks and brushed his thumbs back and forth across the soft skin.

“So what if your doublet doesn’t fit you anymore. You are my bard, and I wouldn’t have you any other way,” he pushed the doublet off Jaskier’s shoulders and let it fall to the floor then he trailed his hands down Jaskier’s hairy chest and ran them over Jaskier’s slightly chubby tummy.

Jaskier shivered under his touch and Geralt smiled at him.

“Beautiful,” the Witcher hummed, “utterly beautiful.”

“I love you Geralt,” Jaskier whimpered, his smile small and soft.

“I love you too Jaskier. All of you,” he slowly sank to his knees, “I love this.” He gave Jaskier’s tummy a gentle squeeze then leaned in to press a warm kiss just to the left of Jaskier’s navel.

A sigh of content fell from Jaskier, and his eyes fluttered.

Geralt kissed his way across the bard’s stomach, his hands coming to rest on Jaskier’s hips.

“You’re my everything,” he said quietly, nuzzling into the soft skin just below Jaskier’s waist.

“You’re mine too,” Jaskier smiled down at him, wider, brighter, and Geralt’s heart fluttered.

The Witcher stood again and wrapped his arms around Jaskier, drawing him closer and tucking his face into the crook of Jaskier’s neck.

He felt Jaskier’s arms curl around him and he knew that his bard was going to be okay.

#love you dear heart #the witcher #geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #my writing #geraskier fic #geraskier fluff #the witcher netflix #netflix the witcher #geralt x jaskier #weight mention #weight gain

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gangrenados · 3 years

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YOOOOOOOO THE HAIRY JASON = 🖤🖤🖤🖤

the man deserves some love tbh.

dc watch out cause i’m coming for u if u continue to keep him in captivity.

I must admit that I'm a little bit too much in love with this concept, like I never thought hairy men were that nice, but goddamn this kinda changed my mind lol AND YES Jason deserves so much love 😫😫

Anyway, I had this in my draft and decided to add the concept, well, I wrote this every time I was bored, so maybe it's not that great.

thanks to @imagines-fluff-yandere-smut for this great ass concept, girl keep up your horny thoughts, I love them 😤😤💕💕💕!!

Warning: Uh kinda smutty, a blowjob and a lot of slurs??

(L/n): your last name

You have no idea of how much I love that gif 👉🏽👈🏽

The soft sound of the tv echoing in the background alongside with the lulling murmuring of the city, were the only thing that was keeping in touch with the reality you were set on: living on a rather small apartment setted in the middle of one of the most tumoltous cities in the world.

Was it comfortable? surely not, but the company was greatly accepted. Besides this was just transient point in your life.

You stirred closer to your lover with a soft yawn, scaping from the cold that Gotham rainy nights always provided and being dealighted welcomed by a side hug of his right arm that quickly fell limp beside your shoulder.

You took the dare to rest your head on his chest, he didn't moved or said anything, staying in the same position with his arm behind his head as the other is around you, but with the slight difference that his lips were forming a little side smile.

Taking that small gesture as a green light, you kept going with your intrusion. You dragged your fingers down town his torso, wandering through his abs before finally setting just above the hem of his boxers.

You caressed his skin softly, just the tender touch of your fingers before your nails ran up and down his skin, leaving a nice ticklish sensation all over Jason's body, to finally play gently in the hairs of his happy trail.

It didn't take long before your let your hand go lower, and between your innocent caress and the small talk of the show going on, you brushed his crotch lightly. However, that was more than enough to peek your boyfriend's attention.

"Are you trying to get me horny, doll?" his hoarse voice made you giggle. Trapped in the middle of you act and you couldn’t but offer a playful smile once you noticed those beautiful blue eyes looking down at you.

“Maybe...” you mumbled trying to appear innocent while your hands were still moving up and down his member in a gently, but firm maner. Jason arched his eyebrows, scoffing at your words. “Is it working?

You let out a yelp as Jason pulled you over him like nothing. It might soud crazy, but the way he stares at you makes your insides light up in pure fire as your heart speeds up for a moment.

So now your mind can only focus on the way his big hands were caressing your hips, daring to tugg at the waistband of your panties and to run down those calloused fingers a little bit too close of your inner thighs.

Jason looks so beautilf underneath you and then his words makes you pay attention at what you had provoked. "I think you gotta work harder."

Between kisses you moved to his neck, nibbling onto the soft skin and sucking lightly as you keep grinding your ass on his clothed cock. Jason wanted more, you could sense this by the way his hands were pressing you against his pelvic, a way to prevent you to go elsewhere.

Jason’s hips bucked against yours, his hands still resting on your arse as he let his head fall down on his pillow. ”Is this enough?" You smiles against his skin, giving a small kiss with your swollen lips and Jason just nods.

"You won." His raspy voice sends shivers downs your spine." I have a boner and I would pretty much like to fuck you right now, congratulations!”

"Nice!" You say as you grab his face between your hands and give him a peck, Jason looks up to you with one of those heart melting smile he keeps for moments when your cuteness is about to give him a heart attack.

So you go down, giving short kisses across his abdomen and tracing his skin with your nails. As you reach his boxers you give a sweet kiss to his clothed cock and without taking your eyes off of Jason while tugging down those black boxes and he can't help but caress your head lovingly.

You spit on your hand quickly before you take his hard dick in your hand and start to pump him at a slow pace.

The contact makes him shiver and Jason mind is starts to fog the instant you take him in your mouth and you your tongue swirl around the shaft.

Jason pants as you bob your head up and down, sucking at his hard cock while your hand pump what you can't fit in your mouth.

His whimpers are music to your ears and seeing his face contorts in pleasure is making the coil in your belly tighten. It's nice to be able to have this view, but you're more focused on keeping up with the work.

"Fuck" Jason says as he sinks deeper in his pleasure. One of his hands goes to your head and grabs your hair, he doesn't move whatsoever. "Just like that! You're so good to me, babe."

Everything is going so nice, there's nothing better than receiving head after a hard week of work and Jason's state of mind is more than enough proof of this. The wet sounds mixed with Jason’s moans opaque the long forgotten sitcom that was still being played.

And moment like this make Gotham nights more berable, just the two of you enjoying each others bodies with the very welcoming bonus of being in love.

However, the euphoria is quickly cut off as the annoying sound of the doorbell comes into scene; at first you don't stop and Jason is thankful because of it, but the person waiting at the other side of the apartment isn't as glad. The ring of the doorbell sounds acute in your ears, making the task of ignore it more difficult than you thought.

"(L/N) I am here, open up" the deep and annoying voice of your landlord fills the air and your groan in frustration.

The cold hits Jason's dick as you take him of off your mouth. "(Y/N), doll, don't leave me like this."

"Sorry, I forgot I called my landlord for the issue with the water." you say with a guilty smile, however, seeing you kiss the tip of his cock doesn't make Jason feel any better.

"Are you busy, (y/n)? I can come another time" your landlord suggest and Jason flashes a grin.

"Problem resolved." He says a little bit too excited as he rest his weight down on his elbows. "Now where were we?"

"Jay no." you shook your head before getting up on your feet.

"He said he can come later!"

"But that will mean another month carrying water buckets to take a shower! " Jason's mind pops up with an idea, but before he can say you cut him off." And no, I can't keep going to your house any time I have a problem, Jay!"

You can't help but giggle at his pouted lips, it's always a cute view seeing the so feared Red Hood whining over you. "You can! You know I don't have a problem with that." The way he talks so passionately falls flat once he notices that you're not going to back down.

"I didn't even got to show you how much I love you" Jason groans and just roll your eyes playfully at him. ” I want to fuck you until you’re scraming my name so the whole building will know who you belong to.”

"That reminds me that they're at the verge of causing a riot if they hear us again" you chuckle, putting aside Jason's attempts as reach up to him and leave a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"We will finish this as soon as the landlord goes. That's a promise " You wink at him before get of him to head towards the bathroom to brush your teeth quickly.

"Fucking cockblock" Jason ushes under his breath and you chuckle as you go to meet with the imapatient man at the other side of your apartment.

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