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Party Animal

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: At a Halloween Party, you meet the big, bad wolf, and he eats you up.

Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Biting, Kinda Crack, Horrible puns, Roleplay-ish, Costumes

Word Count: 3.7k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is for a Halloween Challenge in one of the communities here on Tumblr. I used four prompts from the challenge, plus my own for funsies, so I'll be posting every Thursday up to and including Halloween.

Prompt: Werewolf & Halloween Party

Enjoy!💕

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You and your friend are at a Halloween party, both decked out in your costumes.

She'd somehow convinced you to agree to dress up in matching costumes, but you both look hot so you're not complaining.

Black combat boots adorn your feet, white thigh high stockings beneath, leaving only a thin line of skin visible between them and the frilly red skirts of the dresses that barely cover your asses. The skirts are fluffy, with white lace tulle giving them a nice, puffed shape, while the top, white and ruffled, with black ribbons, accentuate your figures, your breasts especially; the red capes wrapped around your necks, hoods down, framing them and complimenting the red of the skirts.

The final piece for your costume is looped loosely over the crook of your elbow; a cute little purse made to look like a basket, with a pretty white bow on the handle.

Music pulsing through the house, the scents of smoke, sweat and alcohol in the air is almost too much. You haven't really drank much yet, with it being pretty early on, but you decide to head outside for a bit of time away and some fresh air.

Your friend is in good hands, hanging out and chatting with a classmate of hers, someone dressed as Spiderman, so you let her know where you're going, and you're on your way.

On the way out, you see your friend and host, Todoroki Shouto, dressed as a vampire, talking to someone you can't see, so you move on to the backdoor.

There are a few people lounging around out here, some smoking, some just chatting with drinks in their hands. The quieter atmosphere is calming, and you hum as you take a sip of your third drink of the night.

You hear the door open again behind you, but you pay it no mind, until you hear a voice next to you.

"Hey there, Little Red," His voice is husky and low, and familiar. You turn to the source of it, seeing Shouto's older brother.

Todoroki Touya.

You feel your heart stutter. You of course know him, becoming not quite friends, but more acquaintances over the time of being friends with Shouto.

And of course, you've had a pathetic little crush on him for almost as long as you've known him.

"Hey." You reply, taking in his costume.

He has black wolf ears atop his head, perfectly blending in with his wild, dyed midnight hair, and a fluffy black tail clipped to the back loop of his distressed jeans. His red and black plaid shirt is untucked, with the top buttons undone, and sleeves rolled up, giving him a subtle disheveled look, while having his tattoos along his forearms, neck and shoulders on full display; piercings shining in the low light of the convenient full moon.

You look over Touya's werewolf costume, and purse your lips. "Cute. We match....Kinda."

"I'm so glad you noticed," he says, grin fittingly wolfish. "I noticed and just wanted to take a bite."

You just know the asshole waited for you to sip at your drink to say that, because the little shit laughs when you nearly choke on your drink. You glare at him as you clear your throat, which just has Touya snickering. You huff indignantly, ready to leave before he says anymore nonsense.

But of course, he opens his mouth again.

"What, scared of the big, bad wolf?" he drawls, looming closer; eyes and teeth glinting.

You scoff, rolling your eyes, not moving and hoping he can't tell how flustered you are at his proximity. "You wish."

"Oh?" he says, all smug amusement, as he shifts close enough to whisper in your ear. "I could just eat... you... up."

You swallow thickly. The things he's saying are cheesy as hell, and a part of you finds it hilarious. But the more prominent part is focused on the way his voice sounds in your ear, the feel of his warm breath on your skin, the heat of him so close to you.

You shove at his chest, openly flustered, muttering a quiet, "Shut up", before draining the last of your cup.

Touya chuckles, trailing his knuckles lightly up your arm, before murmuring, "If I can't eat you up, I'd love to eat you out, hm?"

You look back at him incredulously, only to see him staring at you with a piercing heat; your heart pounding in your chest. Your skin prickles at the intensity held within that azure gaze.

"You're serious?" You whisper cautiously, ready to run and defenestrate yourself at any hint that this might just be a joke to embarrass you.

His brows furrow a bit in confusion. "'Course, Doll."

You give him a considering look, biting your lip, before sighing. "Fuck it. Let's go."

"Fuck yeah." he grins, lacing his fingers through yours, and tugging you back inside and toward the staircase.

You laugh softly at his antics, but let him lead the way, rolling your eyes and flipping your friend off when you hear her yell for you to "Get it, girl!"

Touya leads you up the stairs and down a long hallway, into a bedroom layered in black, blue and purple decor, though you don't get much time to actually look around, because his lips are immediately on yours.

Firm hands wrap around your hips, pulling you in for a hot, hungry kiss.

Not expecting the intensity of it, you suck in a sharp breath through your nose, tossing your basket purse to the side, before threading your fingers into his dark hair, tugging him closer. He licks the seam of your lips, and you eagerly open up, your tongues tasting each other; the bitter taste of alcohol from both of your earlier drinking adding to the heat of it.

Pulling away from the kiss, he pushes you backwards, onto the bed, making you squeak in surprise as you fall. Your feet dangle off the end, eyes blown wide as you watch Touya hover over you, holding your wrists above your head in warm hands.

"Fuck, should've done this sooner." he mutters, leaning down to capture your lips again, holding you in place with his weight.

And something about being pinned down, with no way to tug free easily, has your cunt clenching.

He nips at your lower lip, and you moan softly, before he's kissing along your jaw and down your throat. You let out little shuddering breaths and whispered curses as he takes advantage of the low cut of your dress, pulling it and your bra down below your breasts, shifting to hold both your wrists in one hand.

Humming lowly, appreciatively, he gropes your bare tits, pinching and rubbing your nipples. His hot mouth latches on to a pert bud, flicking his tongue across it before sucking.

You gasp, trying to tug your hands free as you squirm beneath him. He mercifully relents, releasing them, and you immediately tangle them in his hair.

He pulls off of the current nipple with a slick pop, switching to the other, laving it with the same attention and relishing in your sounds.

He presses a wet kiss between your breasts, before shifting down, past your clothed abdomen, and sliding off the end of the bed.

Tugging at your legs, he pulls you to the edge and spreads you wide, lifting your dress. He licks his lips as he sees that you're wearing nothing but flimsy, lace panties, leaning in.

He buries his face between your thighs, lace damp with your arousal, and he groans as he can partially taste you through the fabric where he licks a stripe up your clothed cunt. Looping his fingers through the tops of the underwear, he pulls it down swiftly, unveiling his prize.

Pretty and dripping, Touya feels his mouth water.

"Mm, needy little thing, aren't you?" He coos, gripping your thighs in warm hands.

"Fuck, hurry up," You whine, voice exactly as needy as you look.

"Don't worry, baby," Touya says, grinning, and he has a...mischievous glint to his eyes. "I'm going to huff..." he blows a breath against your dripping cunt, making you gasp, scrambling to sit up, "and puff..." another breath of hot air against you, "and blow your mind, Red."

And you can't help the snort of laughter that bubbles up, "You've got to be fucking kiddi-" you start, but quickly choke on the words when he licks up through your folds, tongue firm and hot.

He circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, before sucking on it, making you shudder and moan, pussy clenching around nothing. You reach down again to grasp dark hair, grinding your hips up against his face, as your eyes roll shut, head thrown back, when he thrusts his tongue into your cunt, deep and curling against your slick walls.

With the way he's practically making out with your pussy, tongue eager and sinful, you can already feel your orgasm approaching, your legs trembling as you clench rhythmically around Touya's tongue.

His grip on your thighs tighten momentarily, before one hand releases its hold, coming down to sink two fingers into your needy cunt along with his tongue; the burn of the stretch making your head loll back, a whiny moan bubbling out of you.

Moving up to show your clit some more love, he sucks on the swollen nub, humming against you as he pumps his fingers in and out, curling and scissoring, stretching you open for him.

"Oh, fuck." you moan breathlessly, grinding down against his fingers.

Eyes locked on you, Touya just hums against you, and the vibrations of that directly on your clit is immediately too much. You cum with a whining moan, your entire body jolting and shuddering with the shockwaves of pleasure that course through you.

You grind your cunt against Touya's face, who relishes in the movements, moaning and not letting up his ministrations, drawing out your pleasure.

When you finally slump back down, whining and twitching, you push at Touya's head when it becomes too much. He mercifully pulls away and leans back, pulling his fingers free to lap at them.

He stands up, leaning over the bed to claim your lips in a searing kiss, rolling his hips up against your core, letting you feel how hard he is. You wrap your legs around his waist, pressing closer against him and Touya groans.

"Tell me what you want, Doll. Lemme hear you say it." he mutters, nipping at your lips.

"Fuck," you whimper, dripping for it. Eyes glossy, you peer up at him. "Fuck me, please."

You move to fully strip off your dress, but Touya stops you, eyes hungry.

"I wanna fuck you in it, Dolly." his voice is husky as his hands slide up the sides of your thighs under the dress.

"Mm, hurry up," you pant, squeezing your legs harder around him, rubbing your soaking folds against his pants.

Touya leans in to bite and tug your lower lip, before nosing at your throat, a low growl in his voice. "Impatient little slut, hm?"

You moan, nodding, eyes lidded. He huffs a laugh against your neck, teeth scraping at the soft skin. He presses a hot kiss just under your jaw before pulling your legs free so he can undress.

He soaks in the deliciously desperate look on your face, gaze locked onto him as he strips off his shirt, and shoves his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock.

At the sight of him, tip coated in precum that drips down the long, thick shaft, you bite your lip, subconsciously spreading your legs a bit wider; the only thought on your mind how badly you want that cock splitting you open.

Touya smirks, slowly stroking himself, swiping his thumb over the glistening tip, making a little show of it. He can see the way you lick your lips like you want a taste, but that isn't what he wants right now, just wanting to sink into your tight heat.

You start scooting up further on the mattress to make room for him, but Touya shakes his head. Standing at the foot of the bed, he gives you a devilish smirk as he grips your ankles, tugging you down to the very edge of the bed so your ass is barely hanging off.

A hand cups the back of your left knee, pushing your leg up, and you glance down to where his hot cock presses against your entrance.

Rubbing the head of his cock along your slit, teasing through your folds, he says, amusement lacing his voice, "Howl for me, yeah Little Red?"

You barely even care about the horrible pun, purely focused on the dick not inside you yet. "Fuck, yes," you groan impatiently, wiggling your hips, trying to coax him into just fucking you.

All too pleased with himself, he chuckles at your blatant want, "Good girl," and pushes forward to fully sheathe himself in a single thrust.

Your breath hitches; the stretch deliciously intense, the thick head pressing perfectly against your most sensitive nerves. Touya groans, gripping your hips tightly, holding you at the end of the bed as he rolls his hips, soaking in feel of the tight heat enveloping his dick.

He looks down at you, speared on his cock, panting and eyes hazy, and licks his lips as he shifts his hands to your thighs, pushing them toward your abdomen, folding you as he leans forward, sinking even deeper, his hips flush against you. He starts thrusting slowly, watching his dick move in and out, shining with your slick, relishing in the filthy squelching sound accompanying each movement and the choked moans being wrung from you.

"This is what you wanted, right, baby?" he murmurs, taking in your expressions.

You just nod, panting, head feeling like it's stuffed full of cotton as you savor the feel of his sheer size as he moves, clenching around him.

His hips stutter at that, before hooking your boot clad ankles over his shoulders, and with a low growl in his throat, he leans down, palms bracing against the sheets, and starts moving faster. He pounds harder and harder into you with each thrust, drilling into you relentlessly, fucking you deep.

And all you can do is pant and moan and take it, the brutal pace punching the air out of you. Through the filthy sounds of your cunt and his borderline animalistic grunts against your throat, something in the back of your mind realizes that he has you in a mating press, fucking you so, so deep, and that thought is all it takes.

You shake with your orgasm, back arching, eyes rolling back and toes curling as you drench his cock with your heat.

He groans out a swear as you clamp down, fucking you through it, before pulling out, roughly manhandling you into going further up the bed and flipping you over. Still dazed and twitching slightly, you go easily.

Pushed onto your knees, face down, ass up, you barely even register the shift until he grips your hips in a bruising hold, pushing your legs wider. Keeping the skirt of your dress flipped up, he slams back into you with a growl, and you let out a gasping moan, back arching.

Like this, you're in the perfect position for Touya to mount you.

He pistons into you, the wet slap of skin filling the air.

"Touya!" you scream, moaning and panting as you push back to meet each movement as best you can, pussy dripping.

He groans, folding himself over you to rest his forehead against your back, crowding you into the sheets.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you chant, babbling underneath him, moving your hips back with strong rolls of your spine as you fuck yourself on Touya's cock.

"Shit," he hisses. He leans back a bit, slowing his thrusts as one hand goes to the back of your neck, pressing down hard as he grips your hip with the other hand, making your back arch further, chest pushed into the plush of the sheets as Touya sinks impossibly deeper into your hungry pussy. "So good, baby, so good."

Ignoring the sweat trickling down his temple, he uses his grip on you to force you to stay still and behave as you whimper and wriggle, because you're so fucking wet and tight, that Touya is doing his fucking best to hold off his orgasm so he can bask in the feel of your cunt for just a bit longer, taking in the obscene sounds escaping your sloppy cunt.

It's the best sound he's ever heard, just below the sweet little whimpers and gasps escaping your lips as he carves out a place for himself within you.

Picking up his pace again, he slams into you over and over again, panting. You moan and whine beneath him, almost delirious with pleasure. "Mmn, more, more, harder, Touya, harder!" you cry out.

He lets out a near feral snarl as he lets go of your neck, shifting his position just a little so that he could drive in as fast and hard and deep into your greedy body as possible, gripping your waist, and using it as a grip to help pull you against his dick with every move.

This position has his balls slapping up against your clit with every thrust, and you moan, tilting your hips to get more contact.

It feels like he's impossibly deep inside you, as if he's hitting your womb with the blunt head of his cock. You can almost imagine him forcing his way in and emptying himself inside and your cunt pulses, wanting nothing more than exactly that.

And you can't stop the way your entire body vibrates as you cum again, sobbing around a low moan as drool trickles past your lips and your cunt gushes around him. There's so much now that it's dripping down your thighs, soaking your stockings and Touya's legs, creating a filthy, wet slap that echoes around the room.

"Fuck, fuck, shit," he groans at the way your walls clench down, pussy walls fluttering around him.

And Touya doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, doesn't speed up. He just continues at the same pace, fucking you through it, prolonging it.

"Oh god, so good—hah— s-so deep—", you moan, gasping at a particularly deep stroke along your sensitive walls.

You're a twitching, moaning mess, your pussy sporadically clenching as the waves of bliss continually surge through you.

And you feel a burning need to feel him fill you up with his cum, a need for him to breed you like a sweet little bitch.

You let out a sobbing moan at that thought, shuddering almost violently when Touya leans in to lap at the soft skin of your shoulder and neck as you move, sucking little marks into your flesh. He teases his teeth along your neck, grunting and groaning at the intense pleasure still building up.

You turn your head to look back at the man pounding your drenched pussy, taking in his furrowed brows, clenched jaw and feral yet focused expression; and Touya sees how fogged over with pleasure your gaze is, how absolutely fucked out you look, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. You look fucking debauched.

He releases his hold on your hips to drape himself over your back and lean on his forearms at the sides of your head, caging you in.

"Fuck, I'm gonna—" he groans into your skin, breath warm, voice low and hot.

“Mn—hah—need your cum.” panting, your eyes roll back in your head as he speeds up; his thrusts punishing. "C-cum inside me—oh fuck—breed me, please, please, p-please—fuck—fill me up, bite me, b-breed me please—", you babble, and you can feel his cock twitching within you as he ruts into you, his hips stuttering, before he's cumming; his hot seed flooding your insides as he clamps down on the soft flesh between your neck and shoulder with a snarl.

It hurts so good, and your voice is broken when you shout Touya's name as your pussy spasms around him in a semblance of an orgasm, but it's close enough as your eyes roll back and you convulse with pleasure, moaning long and low.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes—hnn—fill me up, breed me—" the string of nonsense is sobbed into the bed, sheets muffling them, tears cascading down your face and causing your vision to go blurry, as you're fucked out of your mind, just barely remembering your own name through the haze; your body trembling and shivering, cunt clamping down like a vice and milking Touya's cock for all its worth.

He groans heavily around the mouthful of flesh as he grinds shallowly into your stuffed cunt, before managing to unlatch his jaw from you and lick and press open mouthed kisses over the mark.

"Fuck yes, take it. Take my cum, fuck." He growls, lips pressed against your new mark, fucking his seed into you as deeply as he could, dragging out your highs.

He finally slows to a stop when the pleasure turns painful with overstimulation, chest heaving as he attempts to calm down; sitting back and dragging you with him until you're on his lap, face still pressed against the bed as you gasp for breath.

He laughs breathlessly at your debauched state, kneading the flesh of your ass, before easing out of your abused hole.

With his cock no longer keeping your cunt plugged, the mix of your sticky juices and his thick cum spill down your thighs, onto the bed unimpeded.

Your stockings are absolutely soaked, and your dress wasn't safe either.

You don't know how you'll be able to leave like this, but you'll figure something out. When you can remember your full name, you can figure it out.

For now, you bask in the feel of warm hands running along your body, easing out whatever tension is there, drifting off to the distant sounds of music thumping through the house.

And as you drift off, Touya's eyes take in your ravished form and he licks his teeth like a beast would it's chops. His meal was delicious.

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cocoadropp · 1 year ago

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You only met him only a couple minutes ago, in a halloween club filled with men that had wives and kids at home. It was ironic that you said this because you—a wife. Were outside shaking your ass while your husband stayed in his office late once again because of his new secretary was dumb and needed help, for the third week of already being there.

You knew he was a lie, coming home with lipstick stains and the smell of perfume that was too cheap to be yours, you would smile at him and kiss his cheek ignoring it all because you rather have peace than anything other. “i’m going out.” You say, the speaker on your phone on while your husband rustled with paper on the other side. “Yea? With who?.” you rubbed perfumed body oil between your boobs, fixing the strap of your bloody red short body-con dress and grabbing your devil ears.

“hm, with akita.” You fix your body wave weave that sat atop your ass, moving the curtains bangs and slapping gloss on your plump lips. “well have fun, love you.” he whispered and you almost said “you too.” But you hung up soon after with mo response at all.

Your friend picks you up and now your at the club, shaking your ass on some guy because his friends said “he doesn’t get any bitches.” But soon you found out that was far from it. So now tattooed scarred hands are gripping on your waist while everyone yelled and hollered, you were tipsy— a-lot more then just tipsy .

You got up giggling, your ysl heels clicking as your turnt around and winked at that man in a weirdly ghost looking mask. The mouth half way on and a tight black pro long sleeve and black cargo pants, the man sat with his legs spreading, combat boots tapping on the floor to the beat of the music you were just shaking your ass too.

And thats what got you here. In this big ass SUV blacked out truck, your legs wide open and heels off somewhere you wouldn’t even know. The man with the ghost masked that now told you to fall him “simon.”

“Hnn fuck!” you cry as your manicured nails scarped against his tatted veined arm that was holding both of your wrist together and pulled your arms down against your stomach, using them as leverage to fuck up into you harder, “yea? that feel good dont it?” He gruffs out

His voice now strained and quiet, making sure he can hear your pussy squelching, he looks down at it, chubby lips marking his dick that was red, sensitive and covered with two thick veins that scraped your walls every time he pushed—more like forced, his way through them again. And every time his dick pushed forward more of your juices will pile up and make a frothy substance.

“y-yes s-si- imma cum again.” you groaned, your head falling back against the fine leather, the leather that was moist with your seat but smelled of Marc Jacob and victoria secret. He laughs slightly, moving his mask slightly up so his plump pink lips were exposed and he moves down to kiss on your neck, loudly slurping on it. “Sloppy pussy making a mess on this dick.” His hot breath against your ear, white teeth scraping against them. “Gonna cum on this shit baby? I feel it baby, fuck- feel you squeezing.”

Simon moans and suddenly shoves his hands away from your wrist and grips on your jaw to shove his thumb against your tongue, he had you gurgling and slopping over it. Your hips grind up against his dick so in can dig deeper and rub against your sweet spot. Your eyes roll back as you cream and cum on his dick. He groaned and leaned up.

He licks on the thumb that was just in your mouth and smashes it against your abused puffy sensitive clit. “Imma cum in this pussy, this married pussy.” You see his crooked smile as he grabs your hand and rubs on your ring that sat there. “He dont fuck you like this huh baby? Gotta get dick from someone else.” He shoves his mask back on and his hips move sloppier. Both of his hands on your neck and his hips slam down against you. One hot spurt of cum goes in your hot cunt and he moans “f-fuck- shit, ugh!” His fingers squeeze tighter against your neck having you gasp for air,

All while still tightening and milking his dick dry.

“D-dirty fucking pussy.” One of his hand moves against your neck to your pussy to slap yo clit and rub fast circles against it, and now your already squirting on him while he still nuts in your pussy. “Shit yes.”

Ya’ll breath in, you were calming down until you saw a flash on you phone, he took a picture.

“Lets send this to your husband.”

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eringobragh420 · 2 months ago

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🖤 Pairing: Dexter Lumis x f!Reader 🖤 Summary: Reader catches her panty thief in the act. 🛑 Warnings: NSFW. Panty-sniffing, violation of privacy, slight dirty talk, oral (f receiving), cum 18+ 🖤 Notes: WWE Kinklist here. 🖤 Taglist: If you’d like to be added, please click here! 🖤 Requested By: @laserpointeronasubmarine. Hope you enjoy! 🖤 MASTERLIST

She’d never been so pissed off in her life. Having her match pulled from the show at the last minute to make more room for more mindless, repetitive Judgment Day drivel. She’d worked her ass off in The Dungeon with Natalya and TJ, per Triple H’s request, and she’d improved by miles, per Triple H’s compliments. But here she was—no match to speak of, per Triple H’s decision. As she headed down the hall toward the locker room, she glanced down at her gear, blood boiling to near combustion. A deep emerald velvet two piece that left as little as possible to the imagination—the bustier cups were cut low on her breasts, and the seat of her shorts were hemmed up to accent her trim hips and an ass she’d killed herself to build—that now may never be seen by anyone other than the people milling about backstage. She’d made the damn thing herself and had been excited to show it off, but no—thanks to Triple fucking H. Rolling her eyes, she began to remove the matching green velvet fingerless gloves from her hands as she shouldered open the locker room door. She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes widening, fingers freezing.

A man was squatting beside one of her duffel bags, the one she kept her dirty clothes in. Most of his head was shaved save for the long blonde dreads on top, which were pulled back in a thick bun at the crown, and she didn’t need him to turn around to know exactly who he was. An elbow on his knee, he held a lacy, red material to his nose, sliding his eyes to her over his shoulder seemingly in slow motion. His intense crystalline irises met hers, ominous black X painted on his forehead, and it was almost like an invisible force shoving her back, warning her do not enter, go back the way you came, point of no return. But her mama didn’t raise no quitter—she’d never backed down from anyone in her life, men included, and she wasn’t about to start now.

Suddenly it all made sense. For the past few weeks, after unpacking following a trip, she’d discovered she was short exactly one pair of panties. Chalking it up to being clumsy or miscounting, she hadn’t thought much about it. Now here sat Dexter Lumis—or was it Mercy?—a pair of her panties, used panties, she might add, pressed to his face, those sharp sapphires drilling a hole through her soul. He ascended to full height slowly, gaze never leaving her, and her panties leisurely came away from his nose, though he maintained possession of them at his side. His transgression hung heavily in the air between them, and she had to make a quick decision about whether or not it was a big deal, and if it was, how big of a deal was it?

Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside the locker room and leaned back against the door until it closed. She reached across her chest to turn the lock. “So you’re the panty thief,” she said. Dexter’s head tilted just a bit. “You thought I wouldn’t notice my underwear missing?” She started toward him, his icy gaze examining her entire body from head to toe, stopping on her eyes. “It’s no big deal,” she shrugged, “I own a ton. Most girls collect shoes, I collect lace and satin and thongs.” Dexter remained quiet, still, the aforementioned lace hanging from his hand. “But now I have to wonder …” She was within inches of him now, and he towered over her in a tight black t-shirt, equally tight gray jeans with a black belt, and black combat boots. She hadn’t been familiar with Dexter’s game until he was right in front of her, a pair of her unmentionables in his grasp. His muscles were huge, toned, tattoos decorating his arms, and fuck, he smelled so good for someone who looked like they hadn’t showered in days. She bit her lip. “… what you do with them?”

Dexter’s lucid eyes searched her face, head tilting the opposite direction. The atmosphere was heavy around them, the air conditioning hummed from a nearby vent, and there were a few broken bulbs in the overhead lights, causing a few of them to flicker on and off. He sluggishly lifted the panties in question to his nose again, inhaling long and deep, eyes closing, and the much smaller woman in front of him briefly lost her breath. As he audibly sniffed her lacy underwear, the fingers of Dexter’s free hand deftly unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. She watched his eyes open and her panties descend from his nose to his jeans, disappearing within, and then he started stroking himself.

“Oh, you’re a dirty boy,” she purred, casually closing the space between them, hoping he didn’t notice her knees wobble or her thighs quiver. “Do you do this with other girls?” Dexter shook his head, still lazily jerking his cock. “Just me?” A redundant question, but something inside her just wanted the validation that this fearsome, yet undeniably provocative, man was evidently obsessed with her. He nodded in response.

“Well, I think it’s your lucky day,” she whispered. She met his eyes briefly before sauntering over to her designated locker at the end of the row. “My match just got canceled for no good goddamn reason,” she went on, taking a seat on the bench so she could remove her glittering white boots. “And since you owe me for all the underwear you’ve been stealing—”

Dexter was suddenly standing directly in front of her, and he removed his hand from his jeans—only his hand—before dropping to his knees, his bones quietly thumping on the hard floor. His radiant eyes remained locked on her, weighing her down, filling her pussy, and suddenly she was fighting for oxygen again. A pair of coarse thumbs grazed along her satiny thighs, and she was too enchanted by his gaze to notice when he hooked his thumbs under her shorts or when she lifted her hips to assist him in pulling them leisurely down her legs, over her boots, and then over his shoulder. Her heart hammered and adrenaline shot through her veins, and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why until Dexter began to lower.

Abruptly coming back to herself, she watched as he pushed her thighs apart, and she felt a cool rush of air along her bare, soaking slit. He finally severed their eye contact, focus falling to her dripping pussy, and she gasped when he licked his lips a mere second before lunging at her cunt like he would devour her whole, but stopped short of actual contact. She heard him sniff her, the tip of his nose kissing her sensitive skin, and she leered down at him with a bite to her bottom lip, watching him swipe his nose between her folds. His hot tongue slithered out of his mouth—she would swear later that it was forked in two—slipping inside her, and her head fell back as warmth spread throughout her body.

“Fucking hell,” she whispered, lasting only a moment before she had to look down again. Those beryl eyes were once more fixed on her face, but his tongue was absolutely unhinged against and around her clit, sinking inside her pulsing opening. He ate like he hadn’t in days, indecent sounds coming from both his mouth and her pussy when he snuck a finger deep within her heat, pumping in and out several times before adding a second.

“Christ,” she whimpered, rolling her hips, riding his face. “I’m gonna cum … don’t you fucking stop. Don’t stop …” She clutched his dreads, driving his tongue further into her cunt, and she erupted into his mouth, body wracked with shudders as Dexter drank every drop of her sticky cream.

When he finished, he pulled away, sitting back on his legs, and his hand coated with her cum disappeared inside his jeans where he’d left her panties. His eyes fell closed briefly, muscles twitching, tattoos dancing, as he jerked his cock.

“Take it out,” she whispered wantonly. “I wanna watch.”

The cerulean irises blinked open, and they weren’t so much sapphire anymore as they were obsidian, and the dirty boy also happened to be a good boy—he lifted his thick cock out of his jeans, no underwear in sight, her panties wrapped around his length. He resumed stroking, the red lace moving with his hand, and she had no choice but to dip her own fingers within her drenched pussy because Jesus Christ, this was the hottest thing she’d ever seen in her life. His hand sped up instantly, and she actually heard a moan resonate from deep inside his chiseled chest. She was sensitive enough and not far removed from her previous orgasm, so it wasn’t difficult getting there again as she played with her clit while watching her own personal jerk off show.

He yanked her panties off his cock without warning, aimed, and came all over the dainty lace, painting the crimson material in his pearly essence. He strangled the head of his dick to be sure every drop of cum had been spent before standing. He glanced at her, fierce gaze flashing over her half naked body, and he turned, heading for the door. He dropped the soiled underwear into her bag of clean clothes, likely contaminating other items, and he was buckling his belt as he strolled out of the locker room, having never spoken a single word.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #smut #wwe #dexter lumis #dexter lumis x reader #dexter lumis fanfic #dexter lumis fanfiction #dexter lumis smut #dexter lumis fic

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artemisrogers · 6 months ago

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Midnight Kisses are Dangerous

Olson Motionless is invited to a party by her friend Helina Hetfield. When she ends up getting invited to a private room, with none other than James Hetfield himself things get interesting.

I really didn't want to go out tonight but of course Helina begged me to go. I was in my room dressed in one of my favorite outfits I owned. The top part was long sleeved, made of black leather coated in a gloss that gave it a shiny look with a corset built into the stomach. A v opening in the front of the top covered my medium sized breasts except for a sliver. My non-cleavage showed off my tattoo in the center of my sternum of a heart with a small black cross in it surrounded by flames on the outside of this heart. The back of the top part was open exposing my upper back with a silk ribbon tied against my shoulder blades.

The bottom part of my outfit is my personal favorite part about it! Long black lace for the top layer with black silk under it going down to my ankles had roses as the pattern in the lace. I wore black platform hi-heels for shoes, and put my jet black hair up into a ponytail. I finished up my makeup adding a bit of orange glitter to my deep purple eyeshadow, gray blush and black lipstick.

I heard the car horn telling me that Helina was here. I looked in the mirror one last time and sighed softly. Closing my door I went downstairs and out the door locking it. Of course Helina the damn flirt he is starting whistling flirtatiously at me, cat calling like I was some goth chick he didn't know. Like father like son I guess. I got in the passenger side of the car giving him the finger, I looked at his outfit of a black tank top showing off his muscular arms and ripped jeans with black combat boots.

"You ready for tonight my damsel of the night?"

"I guess, and what did I tell you about that flirting shit? Save it for the next person you're gonna fuck not your friend!" I said lightly punching him in his left bicep.

Once we arrived at the big fancy mansion where this party was, I was greeted with loud music, yelling, and bright flashing lights. Helina held the door open offering me inside this place first. Getting out of the car I blew out the breath I had been holding and went inside. The song playing currently was Friday the 13th by the Misfits. I lost Helina already so I decided to explore shit on my own. I just hoped I didn't run into the one person tonight. James Hetfield Helina's father.

I got offered a drink by multiple guys and complimented on by many people. I eased into the party my comfort growing. I decided to get on the dance floor after a few glasses of non-alcoholic lemonades. As I shoved through the crowds of people I smacked into a guy's back almost falling on my ass. The guy caught me by the arm apologizing to me. I looked at the guys face and my heart did a flip flop.

"Sorry didn't see you there."

"I-it's ok." I said as I tried not to stare.

The one person I didn't want to run into was standing in front of my face. In the flesh! Dressed in blue jeans that were faded a little and a long sleeved Metallica shirt, James stared at me. I felt like I was being observed under a microscope like a piece of bacteria. He ran a hand through his shirt blonde hair his icy blue eyes, looked me up and down. After what felt like 10 years, he offered a dance with him.

"Hope you don't mind if I offer you a dance with me."

"I don't mind Mr. Hetfield."

"Please call me James. What's your name if you don'tind me asking. A pretty woman like yourself must have a sexy name."

"I'm Olson Motionless."

"Chris Motionless' child I've heard about you from your father, and my son Helina. I must say you've definitely inherited his taste in fashion and style!" James said as he put on hand on my hip the other intertwined in mine as the next song played.

The song that came on was Nothing Else Matters. We slowed danced to the song and I tried not to stare at him, or make it obvious at least. Honestly for being only 36 while I'm 25, he was very... handsome. James cracked a smile when he made eye contact with me, making me blush with embarrassment at the fact he probably caught me staring at him.

"See something you like Olson?"

"Oh fuck! Um sorry I-I didn't mean to stare! It's just your...your...h-hot! I mean sexy! I mean-" I spluttered.

James laughed at my little stutter show and told me he was flatter. Once the song was over he offer to hang with me the rest of the night. Of course I accepted this and talk to him. As we got to know each other more and, I laughed when he told me stories about his crazy moments on tour I found myself slowly falling for him. I know I shouldn't as he was my friend's dad and he was married. Well until his wife had passed away after giving birth to Helina.

The party ended and I decided I would walk home instead of taking a ride from Helina. As I walked down the steps of the mansion I heard James' voice calling my name. I stopped and let him catch up to me. Once James caught up his eyes regular blue, James offered to take me back to his place to spend the night. I decided to take his offer yet again and mentally scolded myself when a dirty thought popped into my head. He opened his passenger door for me and I got in.

Once we were both in the car and James Started to drive, I could feel the tension in the air between us. I was caught off guard when I felt his hand on my own, tracing little circles on it while he drives. We arrived at his house and went inside. His house had all kinds of hunting, music and car themes in each room. He sat down on the couch patting the seat next to him. I sat down, the bottom of my dress brushed against his jeans.

"Listen Olson I have a confession to make. I really like you, like in a more than a friend kind of way. You're kind, sweet, and if course sexy as hell. I want to be with you on many levels. I know we just met and there's a bit of an age gap, but that doesn't matter to me. I feel like we clicked and match up perfectly with each other." James confessed to my face.

My cheeks burned as I felt myself blush probably looking like a goth tomato. I didn't know what to say as my thoughts scrambled together in my head. James leaned in close to me bringing a hand to my face to cup my cheek, making my heart flutter. I felt like time had stopped when I felt his lips crash against mine, his kiss deep and passionate. I felt his tongue traced my lips as I kissed him seeking entrance into my mouth. I heard a soft moan escape from me as we made out with each other.

Pulling away making me long for more, he put his hands on my hip and pulled me into his lap. I could see his desire for me, his eyes bright blue with lust and love. I felt my own pussy start to faintly pulse telling me I was gonna be soaking wet soon enough. As if reading my body language he scooped me up and took me upstairs to his bedroom. Sitting me down on the edge of the bed he put both his hands in either side of my hips and nipped my earlobe.

"Such a naughty girl aren't you. Kissing me like I'm a piece of candy." James teased me as he kissed my neck and jawline.

Every touch, bite, and kiss sent waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel my panties getting wetter and wetter. When I felt his hand grab my neck forcing me to look into his eyes I moaned his name softly. He chuckled squeezing my throat enough to let me know he's in charge tonight. He let go of me and slowly pulled off his shirt showing me a vcut, flat stomach, and flat pecs. His nipples were hard as he grabbed both my wrists, and stood me up pinning them above my head

"Fuck your so fucking sexy baby. Wearing that dress just to tease me. Of course you're not going to be needing it much longer for what I plan on doing to you." James said as he talked dirty to me while keeping my wrists above my head. With his other hand he reached around my back until he found my ribbon that closed my dress and pulled it loose.

Letting go of my wrists he slowly pushedy dress down letting it drop to the floor. I was left standing there in my heels, and black panties and black bra both made of lace. I heard a groan escape James as he ran a finger down my flat stomach. God it was like he was torturing me with pleasure! I felt him grab both my breasts through the bra and squeeze them like stress balls. I moaned loudly as my eyes closed in pleasure.

"Open those pretty eyes for me baby. I want to see how much you want my cock inside that tight little pussy of yours" James growled in my ears as he let go of my boobs as, he placed a kiss on my stomach.

I opened my eyes my breathing shallow, as I felt my stomach tense at the kiss. I felt him slide his hands down my thighs pushing them open. I gasped when I felt his teeth pull at my panties tugging them down my leg, exposing my wet shaved cunt to the cool air. Dropping them onto the floor I felt his hot breath in-between my legs, and moaned when I felt his tongue lick my slit.

"Oh fuck! M-more please!"

"Begging already I'm just getting started. You taste fucking good. You like it when I lick your wet pussy don't you? You like feeling my tongue slide in and out of your tight hole, my lips suck in your clit?"

"Fuck James ngh!" I moaned out as I felt my walls clench as I got closer to orgasm as I felt him eat my pussy out.

James sensing I was close, slipped a finger into my pussy curling it around inside me. I arched my back, my moans getting louder and needier. James growled as he sucked in my clit pushing two fingers in and thrusting faster. I grip the bedsheets tightly until my knuckles were white, my orgasm getting closer and closer.

"Cum for me baby girl. Cum all over my fingers and face."

I moan so loud I'm pretty sure the neighbors next door could hear me from outside. I clenched around James fingers as I came hard. James groaned as he lapped up my juices pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. I panted softly, my body sweating and my juices dripping onto the sheets as I finished cumming. James stood up and began to unbuckle his belt, his erection pressing against his jeans.

"Spread those legs wider, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week." James said as I spread my legs wider.

I inhale sharply when I watched as his hard cock sprang out from his jeans, and boxers the head leaking precum already. James stroked himself a few times as he straddled my hips lining his dick up at my entrance. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head when he pushed himself inside me grunting softly. Slowly James thrusts into my pussy gripping my hips for support as he, drove himself deeper into me.

"So fucking tight! Fuck baby girl!" James grunted as his thrusts became faster his balls hitting my ass cheeks.

I felt my stomach tightened as I got closer to the edge again. My breathing coming in short gasps as my moans got mixed in with whimpers. All that could be heard in the room was my moans mixed with James' grunts. I could tell James was getting close to cumming when his thrusts became faster and harder. Finally as James pulled all the way out then slammed back into my cunt I cummed around his cock hard screaming his name.

"That's it baby, fuck I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" James said as he thrusts deeply one last time as I felt his warm cum shoot inside of me. Still buried inside me he collapsed onto my stomach, both of us panting softly.

As he pulled out with a wet pop James rolled onto his back catching his own breath. I was completely satisfied after that hot and tough sex. James pulled me close to him pressing a gentle kiss on my head. I laid my head on his chest happy that he chose me. I could already tell that this was going to be a lasting relationship.

#james hetfield smut #metallica smut #my ocs #ocs #smut #james hetfield

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chaosandcrimson · 1 month ago

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no way is that MIZI CORAZÓN.. they're a 25-year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being CONTRARIAN & INTRUSIVE but there are some people who have seen them being AUDACIOUS & QUICK-WITTED. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of playing devil's advocate, large headphones blasting loud music, and combat boots that announce your presence whenever you walk into a room, but that could just be because they're considered the GADFLY around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

It's you and me, that's my whole world They whisper in the hallway "she's a bad, bad girl" The whole school is rolling fake dice You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes

OVERVIEW

Name: Mizi Ember Corazón

Nickname(s): MC

DOB: March 28, 2099

Age: 25

FC: Miya Horcher

Height: 5'6"

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: Music Journalist at Parental Advisory Magazine

Relationship Status: Single (Closed)

[+] audacious, cheeky, quick-witted [–] contrarian, impudent, intrusive

BIOGRAPHY

tw: mentions of emotional abuse

From the moment that she was made, Mizi barrelled into the world with the sole mission of being a contrarian, a menace to society at large, and a pain in the ass to everyone unfortunate enough to cross paths with her.

They are the youngest child of two mothers. Their older half brother, Darry, is the bane of their existence, but he's also the person they are the most protective of in the entire world. Yes, they want to rip his head off most of the time, but if someone else hurts him, they will immediately rip their head off instead.

Their parents have always been very laidback and supportive. Mizi would argue that they were almost a little too supportive, which drove her up the wall when she was a teenager and was desperately trying to rebel against them, only for them to be totally cool with everything she did—including sneaking out to various bars and clubs in the Metroplex when she was still underage.

Their antics were driven more by a love of live music than a love of partying. They did enjoy drinking, but it was getting to discover new bands before they hit their big break that had them coming back week after week.

When she was still in high school, she started a blog called Explicit Content where she reviewed all the shows that she went to, shared demos that had been sent to her, and even profiled a few up-and-coming local bands.

They had their first and only romantic relationship in college when they met a girl during freshman orientation and ended up dating her for about a year. It was a very toxic relationship, with their girlfriend being extremely emotionally abusive and possessive, to the point that she made Mizi feel guilty for even having other friends. It was when she got extremely angry at Mizi for having the audacity to prioritise their brother that they finally called it quits.

After graduating, her online presence landed her a job at a local music magazine, where she has become known for her in-depth profiles on various local artists and bands. Not only does she do a lot of research before interviews—often more than her subjects are strictly comfortable with—but she has a tendency to ask deeply personal questions regardless of how intrusive they are.

In general, Mizi is a controversial person who frequently says and does things for no other reason than to provoke a reaction out of horrified onlookers. They have a softer side, but it's buried under several layers of sarcasm and profanity; and while their moral compass may not point due north, they have an innate sense of justice and they express it in their own personal ethical code. Yes, they enjoy being aggravating, but they don't actually want to be an asshole to people.

MISC

She has several tattoos, some of which she got when she was still underage.

#bio: mizi #cyberplexintro

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troublesomecousin · 4 months ago

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FASHION/APPEARANCE STATS

BOLD what applies to your muse. ITALICIZE what applies occasionally.

BODY.

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ). Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Thigh brows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT ( click here to convert to feet ).

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.

EYES.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Other. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR.

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s).

COSMETICS.

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation.Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

SCENT.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood.

CLOTHES.

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yogapants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports tshirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors.

SHOES.

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Barefeet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors.

TAGGED: Nobody, stole it from myself TAGGING: Whoever wants to

#(Cigarette Burn on Your Arm) Headcanons

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bmodiwrites · 2 years ago

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Fingertips Putting On A Show | 1/1, 3,320

Steve Harrington is a violinist with the most beautiful hands. At first, Eddie thinks he can resist him but a certain performance makes it perfectly clear that's just not the case. Read to find out what happens when Eddie spends an entire orchestral performance thursting over Steve's hands.

Or, the one where Eddie's got a hand kink!

Be My Little Baby | 1/1, 3,542

The world, including Steve Harrington, knows that Eddie Munson is dead. For months, Steve mourned the loss of heat in his chest and the spark of life a strange boy brought to a soul floating into space without a will or path or reason. He's barely clinging on when the sight of curly brown hair makes Steve question himself. Is he going insane or does Eddie Munson live in his apartment complex?

Or; Steve and Robin do a little impromptu duet together and are caught accordingly.

The Architect of This Cage | 2/4, 10,358

After the Battle of Star Court, Steve finds himself floundering. He's losing sleep and his mind without a solution in sight. As luck would have it, Steve stumbles upon a sign for art therapy classes. Not knowing they're going to change his life, Steve signs up. Fast forward a few months and Steve is apprenticing at a tattoo shop in Hawkins when his very existence gets turned upside down again. Can a flock of bats really bring two people together? Or are Eddie and Steve just that meant to be? Read to find out what Steve makes of his life when Eddie comes walking back into it.

Or, a tattoo artist Steve au!

Can't Fight the Moonlight | 6/6, 16,749

Steve thought San Francisco had all the answers. Come to find out, the city is just another place that steals his money and beats down on his confidence. After an unfortunate night at work, Steve is helped by Gareth who pushes him towards Coyote Ugly. Steve has no idea what he's walking into until a gorgeous man in tight leather pants dancing on the bar changes his perspective. Can Eddie in combat boots and leather pants save him? Or is Steve bound to flounder the rest of his life? Read to find out what happens when a little country line dancing opens Steve up to a whole new world.

Or, a Coyote Ugly AU!

Steve's Little Green Shorts | 5/6, 6,825

One of the best parts of the year, despite never once running it, is the mile. When that special occasion comes around, Eddie gets up to 8 straight minutes of staring at Steve Harrington's glorious ass in the little green shorts Hawkins provides their students for gym class. Year after year, Eddie shapes his wants around the bounce and jiggle of that juicy butt. Then, the unexpected happens - Steve slows down and runs right in front of Eddie. It's a feast for the eyes that turns into a full body adventure.

Or, Steve seduces Eddie with his little green shorts.

He Could Be An Angel (& its sequel!) | 1/1, 1,955

Wayne uses blackmail to get Eddie to go to church. It's the preacher's son that keeps him there.

Or, a prompt fill with a Valentine's Day twist.

Oh Good God, I'm Tongue Tied | 1/1, 2,566

Before all four of them split up to go to different colleges, Steve, Robin, Eddie, & Nancy make a plan. When they graduate, they're going to go on the ultimate friend trip to celebrate. Despite up's and down's and everything in between, the plan finally comes to fruition. Steve is riding high from a big career move and has high hopes for his time spent with Eddie. After years of secretly loving him, Steve is finally ready to make his feelings known. Read to find out what happens when a little music and freedom go a long way!

Or, a desperate attempt to write a friends to lovers and there's only one bed tropes all in one!

We Were Left Unfinished | 1/1, 28,157

Their fated romance started when Eddie and Steve were in their teens. They learned to love each other hard and fast, with the sort of reckless abandon only the young can prescribe to. It seems like it's absolutely perfect, but Eddie's past becomes a burden that breaks them apart.

19 years later, Wayne Munson dies, bringing Eddie and Steve back together. Is it fate that's drawing them towards the love that never left? After his accident, Eddie's more than willing to chalk his good fortune up to just about anything. Read to find out what happens when a chance occurrence gives Eddie the second chance he's always been looking for. Will their love win out or is the past too much for them to overcome?

Or - an attempt at a story about love that's lost and then found again.

I'll Keep Playing That Goddamn Song | 1/1, 14,448

The direction of Steve Harrington's life is severely changed the summer before his junior year when he meets the uniquely odd Robin Buckley working at FYE. Their friendship leads Steve to discover a hidden talent - he's insanely great at the acoustic guitar. As the summer flies by, Robin works hard to push Steve towards the sort of life where he can be himself, excel at the guitar, and like who he wants to like. He's already convinced but the timely arrival of Eddie Munson at their place of work cements his decision. While Steve settles into himself, both as a student and a newly flourishing band nerd, thoughts of Eddie Munson plague him. He thinks the pining is where it all stops but Eddie's got different plans. After watching Steve crush a solo at the holiday concert, Eddie's convinced there's only one appropriate next step - guitar lessons with Steve Harrington. The two quickly find out that there's so much more to life than cassettes and high school drama. Friendship and love twist together to create something neither boy knows how to navigate. Find out what happens when guitar strings and miscommunication lead them down a gloriously winding road.

My Younger Heart Was Feeling New | 7/7, 17,361

It's spring break of 1984 and Steve Harrington is bored. After Nancy broke up with him, things for Steve slid into a bottomless pit of despair. He's lost and looking for something to occupy his mind when a headline catches his eye. Eddie Munson, a boy Steve only knows from junior English, is missing. Like, up and vanished into thin air, missing. Jonesing for a purpose, Steve heads out to investigate - there's something in his stomach that says it's more than the news is making it seem. Read to find out what happens when a letter changes everything.

Or, a silly try at mucking up time!

Sleepy Drabble

***these are all my own fics! one day, i'll put a rec list together but for now this is just my way of putting all of my work in one place.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steddie fics #masterlists #steddie masterlist #fic masterlist

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squaletta · 6 months ago

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BOLD what applies to your muse.

Tagging: steal it

Snagged from: @whiskeysmulti

BODY.

Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ). Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Thighbrows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.

EYES.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond.Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR.

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smoothe. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown.Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s).

COSMETICS.

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lip gloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

SCENT.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Mint. - LEMON -

CLOTHES.

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yogapants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Nike. Adidas. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports tshirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sundress.Tie. Bolo tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skit. T-shirt Western shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harlem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors.

SHOES.

#dash games

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sixpennydame · 2 years ago

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Writer’s Duel ⚔️

Terra Bee of @dont-f-with-moogles challenged me to a little duel: I would write a LeviHan drabble and she, in turn, would write a Levi x Reader. I took the picture prompt and Cuddle AU challenge from @giuliadrawsstuff for inspiration:

Let the games begin…

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Two For The Road

Characters: Levi x Hange

Word Count: 881

TW: slight nb discrimination

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“Ok, my turn! How did it go?…Oh yeah: Up to my mouth, down through my gums, look out stomach, here it comes!”

Hange taps the shot glass of tequila down on the bar then brings it to their lips to gulp down. Their face contorts as they grab a lime to suck on.

“Wahhh! That’s some strong stuff! You ladies sure know how to show someone a good time!”

The older women cackle and Levi crosses his arms.

Hange looks at him and slides a shot over his way. “Come on…are you gonna be a stick-in-the-mud this whole night?”

He scowls. “Yes.”

“Take a shot with me!”

“No.”

Hange rolls their eyes. “Fine..I guess I’ll just have to drink for the both of us.”

Tap. Gulp.

Levi watches as Hange sucks on another lime. “Remind me why I agreed to go on this roadtrip with you?”

“Because I needed someone to experience the open road with me. To be my adventure companion..” Hange puts an arm around Levi. “..and I needed a car.” They laugh.

“You mean the car that is currently being towed to the only auto repair shop in this backwards-ass town?”

They slam their elbow on the bar and point ridiculously close to his face. “That’s the one!”

Levi had never really been out of the city he’d been born and raised in. But being on this road trip with Hange taught him that there was a lot of NOTHING in between the two coasts: just small towns, corn fields, and cows.

Levi looks around at the dive bar strangely called, “Hootenannies”. It seemed to be the only bar in town and was the only place open at this time of night. When they walked in, every eye was on them; Levi could tell that this was the kind of town where outsiders were instantly noticed, especially outsiders that looked like them.

The tattoos all over their arms, their ripped t-shirts and combat boots. They definitely stood out.

Most of the patrons were just old drunks who didn’t care who they drank with, but some of the others…

…Levi could tell they did not want them there, and he was on alert.

Hange, on the other hand, was having the time of their lives.

“So..why is this drink called, ‘The Shotgun Wedding’?”

The woman sitting next to Hange hands her the drink and laughs. “Because once you drink that, someone’s getting pregnant!”

Hange’s eyes widen. “That sounds inconvenient. Ah well, I’ll take my chances.” They down the drink and the bartender and women cheer, patting their back.

Suddenly Levi noticed a grizzled man stumble over to them.

“Hey…so just what ARE you anyway?” He leans his hand on Hange’s barstool and Levi can smell the alcohol reeking off of him.

His presence doesn’t phase Hange in the least. “I, sir, am someone who is about to order another Shotgun Wedding. One more, please!”

“No..” his body moves closer to Hange and Levi sits up a little straighter, “I mean, are you a girl or boy or WHAT?”

Hange scoffs and then grabs their drink.

“We don’t like your kind here,” he yells.

“It seems people like us just fine,” Hange turns to look at him, “you just gotta give me a chance.” Then they plant a big, wet kiss on the man’s lips.

The man reacts by spinning Hange’s chair around and raising his fist. In an instant, Levi is up and punches the man hard in the gut.

“Hands off, motherfucker,” Levi threatens, both hands squeezed into fists.

The drunk man’s friends rush toward the bar, but Levi and Hange are able to dodge their fists easily. Hange gives one a right hook to his chin, and Levi takes on two of them. Eventually, they’re all knocked out and sprawled along the dirty floor.

Levi grabs Hange’s arm. “Come on, let’s get out of here before we piss more of them off.”

They bolt out of the door and run down the quiet street, turning into a darkened park to catch their breath.

“Wooo! I haven’t felt that alive in a long time! I forgot what a bad-ass you are, Levi!” Hange is jumping up and down amongst the trees and broken playground equipment.

Levi pushes them slightly. “You idiot! You could’ve gotten hurt in there!”

“But I didn’t, because you were there.”

“And what if I hadn’t been there, huh? What would you have done then?”

“Awww…you were worried about me..”

Hange’s teasing riles Levi up even more. “Because I love you, you dumbass!”

Hange just stands there, speechless. Levi can’t believe he just said that out loud, but there’s no turning back now.

“That's why I always agree to your stupid ideas, like this roadtrip. I just… want to be with you…” he huffs.

“Levi..” Hange says as they move closer. They cup Levi’s cheeks and his heart starts beating fast, then he leans in to kiss them. When they pull back, his cheeks are cherry-red.

Hange still has his face in their hands. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

Levi jerks his face back, embarrassed. “Never mind, forget what I said...” He starts walking down the street to their motel.

“No take-backs!” Hange says as they put an arm around Levi.

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LeviHan fans and Squad Denial: @youre-ackermine @this-is-krikkit @wanderlustqueen-writes - I hope I did you proud!

#writer’s duel #levihan #levihan fluff #levi x hange #snk levi ackerman #hange zoe #drabble challenge #sailor’s drabbles #This was fun #I enjoyed giving a voice to Hange #maybe I’ll do this more often #tw; discrimination

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whiskeysmulti · 7 months ago

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Repost meme, don’t reblog. BOLD what applies to your muse

tagging : steal it snagged from: @memesamongreblogs

BODY.

Lean frame.Beefy/muscular frame.Voluptuous frame. Petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ). Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt.Thick ass. Thighbrows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder.Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT ( click here to convert to feet ).

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.

EYES.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond.Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret.Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s).

COSMETICS.

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lip gloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

SCENT.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Mint. - LEMON -

CLOTHES.

SHOES.

#dash games #meta; hayato

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galaxicide · 1 year ago

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𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽 / 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂 . bold what applies to your character

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 .

long legs / short legs / average legs / slender thighs / thick thighs / muscular thighs / skinny arms / soft arms / muscular arms / toned stomach / flat stomach / flabby stomach / soft stomach / six pack / beer belly / lean frame / muscular frame / voluptuous frame / petite frame / lanky frame / short nails / long nails / manicured nails / dirty nails / flat ass / toned ass / bubble butt / thick ass / small waist / thick waist / narrow hips / average hips / wide hips / big feet / average feet / small feet / soft feet / slender feet / calloused hands / soft hands / big hands / average hands / small hands / long fingers / short fingers / average fingers / broad shouldered / underweight / average weight / overweight

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .

shorter than 140 cm / 141 cm-150 cm / 151 cm to 160 cm / 161 cm to 170 cm / 171 cm to 180cm / 181 cm to 190 cm / 191 cm to 2m / taller than 2 m.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 .

pale / rosy / olive / dark / tanned / blotchy / smooth / acne / dry / greasy / freckled / scarred

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 .

small / large / average / grey / brown / blue / green / gold / hazel / red / doe - eyed / almond / close - set / wide - set / squinty / monolid / heavy eyelids / upturned / downturned

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 .

thin / thick / fine / normal / greasy / dry / soft/ shiny / curly / frizzy / wild / unruly / straight / smooth / wavy / floppy / cropped / pixie - cut / shoulder length / back length / waist length / buzz cut / bald / jaw length / mohawk / grey / platinum blonde / golden blonde / dirty blonde / strawberry blonde / blonde / ombre / light brown / mouse brown / chestnut brown / golden brown / chocolate brown / dark brown / jet black / ginger / auburn / dyed red / dyed an unnatural color / thin eyebrows / average eyebrows / thick eyebrows

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 .

no tattoos / one tattoo / a few here and there / multiple / full sleeves / thigh tattoo / neck tattoo / chest tattoo / no piercings / ear piercings / nose piercing / lip piercing / tongue piercing / eyebrow piercing / navel piercing / cheek piercing / nipple piercing / genital piercing

𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

eyeliner / light eyeliner / heavy eyeliner / cat eyes / mascara / fake eyelashes / matte lipstick / regular lipstick / lipgloss / red lips / pink lips / dark lips / bronzer / highlighter / eyeshadow / neutral eyeshadow / smoky eyes / colorful eyeshadow / blush / lipliner / light countouring / heavy contouring / powder / matte foundation / shiny foundation / concealer / wears regularly / occasionally wears / never wears

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 .

floral / fruity / perfumes / aftershave / cocoa / moisturizer / shampoo / scented laundry detergent / cigarettes / leather / sweat / food/ incense / marijuana / cologne / whiskey / wine / fried food / blood / fire / metal / ice / sulfur /

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 .

jeans / tight pants / over knee socks / tights / leggings / yoga pants / pencil skirt / tight skirt / loose skirt / formfitting dress / cardigans / blouse / button up shirt / band t - shirt / sweatpants / tank top / wifebeater / cutoff t - shirt / designer / high street / online stores / thrift / lingerie / long skirt / miniskirt / maxidress / sundress / overalls / tie / tuxedo / cocktail dress / highslit dress/skirt / t - shirt / loose clothing / tight clothing / jean shorts / sweater / sweater vest / khaki pants / suit / hoodie / harem pants / leather jacket / leather trousers / basketball shorts / boxers / briefs / boxer briefs / thong / hotpants / cargo pants/ hipster pants / bra / sportsbra / crop top / corset / ballerina skirt / leotard / polka dot / stripes / glitter / silk / lace / leather / velvet / chemise / patterns / florals / neon colors / pastels / black / dark colors / fur / faux fur / gloves / mask

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 .

sneakers / high top converse / slip - ons / flats / slippers / sandals / high heels / kitten heels / ankle boots / combat boots / knee - high / platforms / stripper heels / bare feet / loafers / oxfords / gladiator shoes / boots /

tagged by: @detectivechandler ( lucas got their wish! ) tagging: ya'll

#ooc: sad man muse number three.#ii. HEADCANON. 🌓#i. ABOUT. 🌓

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muddled-ambiguum · 2 years ago

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𝑭𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒐𝒏 / 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒔

Bold what applies to your character. {italics somewhat/sometimes apply}

𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀

𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵

𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺

𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑹

𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑶𝑶𝑺 / 𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺

𝑪𝑶𝑺𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺

𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻

𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑺

𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑬𝑺

Tagging: Anyone who spots and wants to steal, bc i’m lazy--

#{|dash games|}#{|Headcanons|}

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deadrlngers · 1 year ago

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the whole accessories & accents section for fenix please >:^) <3

THE SPECIALEST BOY!!!!! thank you bones <3

character design questions

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

one thing that fenix is never missing is a wrist watch, the style is old-fashioned as he generally likes most of his stuff. the amount of times the glass of the watch got broken/chipped/whatever and he had to fix it is incalculable but he refuses to change the watch for anything else, not that he has any particular bond to it but when fenix likes something he doesn't want to change it for anything else unless he's forced to. beside that, he does wear earrings, he has a double helix on his right ear and both his lobes are pierced. he doesn't wear it often but you can see him sport a gold chain around his neck sometimes as well!! sadly for me he doesn't like wearing rings which is the greast loss <3

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

ohhh this is a good question because fenix is quite preoccupied about his hair, he doesn't like when people touch it or mess it up he gets so whiney ksdjfks. he takes good care to style it, and you can catch him running his fingers through his locks to fix the style quite often during the day. the meaning? he's vain and thinks he's hot af lmao. let's straight away enjoy a photo of his hair, the prettiest boy 2 me fr

makeup: Does your OC wear makeup? How often? What kind? Why do they wear makeup, and do they like it?

fenix used to wear concealer when he was a teen and he felt too self conscious about his acne but that was the most he did, he doesn't like wearing any heavy product on his face because well, spend half an hour under the badlands' sun or italian summer sun and you will start hating it too (then we have warriors like tancred that commit to the edgy smudged black eye makeup no matter what)

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

one thing about fenix is that he loves a good jacket and he loves a good pair of boots. when it comes to jackets he either goes for leather ones or denim or, how they are called...shearling jackets? the ones that have like sheepskin inside. for boots he usually wears those that have a cowboy touch, brown and that look like they are worn out but in fashionable way, or ankle black ones or combat boots when he wants to not serve absolute cunt and relax. when he wants to spice it up then he brings out his pointed boots with some fancy decoration. smth like these bc i can't explain myself. his favorite article of clothing is in fact one of these pair of boots, a gift from vesper that's why he loves them so much <3 he tends to wear it sparingly, so while he loves them and would love to only wear that every single day he tends to keep it safe more

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

i think the biggest change fenix ever went through was going through his full cowboy phase (when he was still roaming through the badlands, he had a hat and all.. he was going through it) to like a more..lowkey cowboy vibe only, a fake cowboy even, when he began staying in night city. he does have a few tattoos but i wouldn't consider them big or like a drastic change!

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

this is such a cool question jfksdfk. since we are talking of cyberpunk i'm imagining him in some kind of fantasy/dnd setting or something like that. he'd be the whore of the village, let me say that. leather pants hugging his thighs and ass in the tighest way you could imagine, flowy white shirts he wears almost all open down to the middle of his chest, CORSETS.....I KNOW HE WOULD..I CAN SEE HIM..i actually need to lay down if i think too much of this. i genuinely need to see him in some kind of fantasy au, he'd be like that text post that goes like 'they keep you in the party for your useful skills, they keep me for my witty and playful banter' or smth like that fkjdsk

#ask #ask games #oc: fenix #thank you so much these were so fun to answer for my chicken boy <33

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twistedpurity · 2 years ago

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Fashion/Appearance Stats

Bold what applies to your character. Repost, don’t reblog.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒/𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒

Tagged by: @spinxeret (Thank you mah dear~) Tagging: @ofxfiercexfemales (pick one of your ladies. lol), @prplhawk, @missgwenstacy, @ironimmortal and you.

#[ catnip ]#about muse #Marvel RP #felicia hardy

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flxtchcr · 2 years ago

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𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽/𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂

Bold what applies to your character. Repost, don’t reblog.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒/𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒

Tagged by: Once again been digging through my likes

Tagging: Whoever wants to can and should!

#dash games;#[Tbh the whole clothing section should just be bolded bc he doesn't overly care what he wears ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]#[But the last two in that were specific to his work tbh]

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