#hairy leg scissor

[wrestlingarsenal]

Saturday Scissor Series

Amazing socks!

[wrestlingarsenal]

Nice Headscissor by thick-thighed "Iron" Mike Sharpe on handsome baby-face, Tony Garea. The camera zooms in for a closer look at Garea in peril between those crushing anacondas. Meanwhile we hear Sharpe's loud, throaty groans like he's in the midst of an aggressive half-hour edging session.

Love those full-cut black trunks and sexy leather boots on bad boy Sharpe -- and of course his infamous forearm wrap, loaded with an illegal Foreign Object no doubt.

Full match available on YouTube.

[l1tw1ck]

a jealous boss

dom bottom ftm boss x top masc reader

think: ghost, joel miller, enji todoroki, gallagher hsr, miguel o'hara, thor, etc

a man without a hairy pussy is like an angel without wings 😞🙏🏾

cw: cunnilingus, squirting

"You were pretty popular last night." Your boss looks at you as you close his office door. "Almost made me think you were going to leave the party with someone else."

"You know I don't have eyes for anyone other than you, sir."

"With the way you were letting those horny bastards feel you up, I thought otherwise." He pushes his chair back. "I still do. Maybe you should prove me wrong."

And prove him wrong you did.

Your face is buried in between his hairy legs, your tongue desperately lapping at the precious spring of slick in between his healthy bush of hair. "Yes~!" He moans.

You pull away, your head pressing against his soft thigh. Your fingers fill in for you and scissor his wet cavern. "How could I ever think to replace you?" You kiss his t-dick. "No one has a pussy like yours, boss." You dive back in, eating him out with even greater passion.

"Da- damn right-" He bites his lip. "Oh fuck~!" He cries out in pleasure, quickly approaching his climax. You, directly in the splash zone, grin as you anticipate the wave of slick that will soon pour over you. He grinds against you for a few seconds and soon enough, he squirts. It's like being given a glimpse of heaven.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Okay but think about this? being Halsins little plaything while in the grove

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⊹₊⟡⋆ Content: NSWF - Creampie - Large Cock Stretching You - Thick Meaty Fingers Stretching Your Ass - Tip Of His Cock Kissing Your Cervix - Belly Bulge

⊹₊⟡⋆ Notes: Eeeee ♡ ♡ ♡!!!! Yes!!! Being Halsin’s perfect little plaything would be so delicious. That man is packing quite the meat in his pants so you’d be filled so nicely, but your poor insides would be so bruised. Let’s be honest, you’d also never grow accustomed to how thick he is.

You mindlessly writhe against Halsin, you felt so full, so bloated from the copious amounts of cum he’s dumped inside you- so split open on his cock.

The cutest strangled mewls leave your kiss bitten swollen lips as large calloused fingers press hard circles onto that perky bundle of nerves- rubbing you to completion, you sob at the intensity- “H-Halsin~! S’too deep!!! Feels li-ke haa~!!” Your cunt tightens- pulsating around him as you squirt- a gush of fluids leave you, and he only pushes deeper, grinding into that sensitive cervix of your, “Ahh~♡ m’massaging mah w-womb~ ♡ s’with your co-cock~~”

The arch Druid pulls back just to snap forward- the force of the thrust makes your entire body lurch forward, your tongue lolls out, eyes rolled up- a loud and needy squeal leaving you. Halsin chuckles as he repeats the action, watching as your breast and tongue bounce and sway with the violent movements, Look at you, my heart. Giving in to the pleasures nature has to offer.” A hand reaches toward your puckered ass- a finger prodding it teasingly, before he slides a digit in- and you wail at the sensation.

Another digit, stretching your tight ring, you feel your eyes begin to water as you babble incoherently, “nyoooo~!!! S’too meaty!!! Your fingers!! W-won't fi- fit, won't fit!! M-my body's gonna- gonna b-bre-breeak! ♡! M-my ass is goin’a s-plit ~! ♡ Aha~! ♡!!!”

Halsin hushes you softly, a tenderness in his voice as he speaks, though he doesn’t stop thrusting into you, his two thick digits moving in a scissoring motion to loosen up that tight ass of yours- and it feels like he's about to rip you apart, “You've been well for me. Making a beautiful mess, coating my body with your nectar.”

You were so perfect, perfect for him. Your body left like the perfect vice, so tight, so warm. Halsin groans at the lewd squelching noises- your pussy sucking him in, your blown out eyes, the cute little sounds you make as he stretches both your holes…

He couldn’t take his eyes off you, the way you were crying out- begging for him to stop, yet still you ground back into his cock and fingers, desperately seeking out that release. That animalistic need, the feral hunger, it was driving him to the brink of madness, and just as his body started to glow- just before he could wild shape-

With a final thrust he pulls you into a passionate, burning kiss that pushes you both to the brink. Your mind goes blank, your eyes crossed as you see stars, and the heat- that heat, the one that's been simmering, that's been boiling all this time… It finally explodes. And a torrent of cum floods you, fills you to the brim, and you can do nothing but hold onto him, your legs weakly wrapping around him- pushing his fingers deeper into your ass as you feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

The Druids hot seed creates a thick creamy circle around his cock, oozing out and splattering on the earth below. Coating his hand that’s still working you- still moving in and out of that tight ring…

In one fluid motion, and a pop as he removes his fingers, Halsin pulled out of that snug embrace of your dripping cunt, like a bear waking from a long winter's slumber, and rolled to his back. His large hands gripped your hips, dragging you along with him, and leaving your lower body sprawled over his, legs splayed to each side of his hairy thighs.

He strokes your back, the pads of his fingers brushing your sweaty skin, his touch feather light and soothing. You can only manage a soft hum in response, feeling the exhaustion creeping up…

You were so perfect for him. The perfect sleeve, the perfect hole for release. And as his seed slowly leaks out of you, Halsin smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

[pompadourpink]

Literal French expressions

À deux - at two

À la + n. - in the style of

À la carte - at the menu

À la mode - in fashion

Amateur - lover

Après-ski - after skying

À propos - about

Armoire - wardrobe

Art nouveau - new art

Au naturel - plain

Au pair - at the peer

Auteur - author

Avant-garde - before guard

Bête noire - black beast

Blasé - jaded

Bon appétit - good appetite

Bon voyage - good journey

Boutique - shop

Buffet - credenza

Bureau - office

Canapé - couch

Carte blanche - white card

C'est la vie - that's life

Chauffeur - warmer (n.)

Chef - leader

Cliché - picture

Clique - gang

Connaisseur - "knower"

Coup d'état - blow of state

Coup de grâce - blow of mercy

Coup de foudre - blow of lightning

Couture - sewing (n.)

Cul-de-sac - ass of the bag

Début - beginning

Débutante - beginner

Déjà-vu - already seen

Dénouement - untying

Dossier - file

Double entendre - double hear

... du jour - of the day

Eau de toilette - washing water

Eau de vie - life water

Encore - again

Ennui - boredom

En route - in road

Ensemble - together

Entourage - people surrounding you

Entrepreneur - starter (n.)

Essai - attempt

Esprit de l'escalier - spirit of the stairs

Étiquette - label

Exposé - exposed

Façade - frontage

Faux pas - fake step

Femme fatale - deadly woman

Film noir - black movie

Fin de siècle - end of century

Flâneur - "stroller"

Femme - woman

Folie à deux - madness at two

Foyer - fireplace, home

Gamine - female kid (casual)

Gauche - left

Gendarme - person of weapons

Je ne sais quoi - I don't know what

Laissez-faire - let (someone) do (imperative)

Laissez-passer - let (someone) pass

L'appel du vide - the call of the void

Lingerie - underwear

Maître d' - master o'

Mardi gras - fat Tuesday

Matinée - morning

Ménage à trois - household at three

Mon/ma chéri-e - my cherished

Montage - mounting

Motif - pattern

Mural - on the wall (adj.)

Né-e - born

Négligé - neglected

Nom de plume - feather name

Parole - word

Petite - small (adj.)

Pied-à-terre - foot on land

Poilu - hairy

Pot pourri - rotten pot

Pourboire - for drink

Première - first

Prêt-à-manger - ready to eat

Protégé - protected

Renaissance - rebirth

Rendez-vous - appointment

Répertoire - directory

Résumé - summary

Risqué - risked

Robe - dress

Rouge - red

RSVP - answer please

Sans-culottes - without pantaloons

Savant - "knower" (n.)

Savoir-faire - know how to do (v.)

Savoir-vivre - know how to live

Séance - session

Soirée - evening

Souvenir - memory

Suite - sequel, development

Surveillance - careful watching

Tête-à-tête - head to head

Touché - touched

Tour - circuit

Trompe-l'oeil - cheats the eye

Venue - came

Vignette - sticker, label

Vis-à-vis - face to face

Voyeur - "seer"

Ballet vocabulary:

Allongé - laid down

Balancé - swinged

Balançoire - swing (n.)

Battu - battered

Brisé - broken

Chassé - chased

Chaînés - chained

Ciseaux - scissors

Coupé - cut

Dégagé - cleared

Développé - developed

Échappé - escaped

En cloche - in bell

En croix - in cross

Entrechat - between braid

En pointe - in tip

Failli - almost did

Fouetté - whipped

Glissade - sliding

Plié - bent

Jeté - thrown

Manège - carousel

Pas de bourrée - drunk step

Pas de chat - cat step

Pas de cheval - horse step

Pas de deux - step of two

Pas de valse - waltz step

Penché - leaned

Piqué - pricked

Port de bras - carry of arms

Relevé - lifted back up

Renversé - titled, bent backwards

Retiré - removed

Rond de jambe - leg circle

Temps de flèche - arrow time Tendu - stretched

Temps lié - linked time

Tombé - fallen

Tour en l'air - turn in the air

Kitchen vocabulary:

Amuse-bouche - mouth entertainer

Bain-Marie - Mary bath

Café au lait - milky coffee

Casserole - pot

Cordon bleu - blue ribbon

Crème brûlée - burnt cream

Crème de la crème - cream of the cream

Crème fraîche - fresh cream

Croissant - crescent

Éclair - lightning

Entrée - entrance

Filet mignon - cute net

Flambé - blazed

Foie gras - fat liver

Fondant - melting

Fondue - melted

Gourmet - foodie

Hors d'oeuvre - out of the work

Légume - vegetable

Liqueur - liquid

Mille-feuille - thousand leaf

Mousse - foam

Pâté - pasted

Roux - redhead(ed)

Sauté - jumped

Sautoir - "jumper"

Soufflé - blown

Velouté - velvety

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[menonlywrestling]

'Ladies Man' Larry Potenski (52) has been wrestling on the circuit for over 25 years. His glory days are behind him. He's not the draw he once was and he's down on his luck. These days he's making cash 'escorting' for private pro wrestling fans and starring in pro sex porn videos. He's been travelling round small towns in the south, taking part in local Indy shows where he's usually higher up the card as his name still has a bit of recognition. His matches are becoming more and more brutal, which he has to be, against these up and coming younger wrestlers, and he's noticed it's getting him some extra attention, particularly from a certain type of wrestling fan. He sees an opportunity, and at tonight's show, at a larger venue than the ones he's been wrestling at lately, he plans on making his Heel turn 'official'. The show is being televised on a state cable station.

He was up against a popular younger star Ethan Edwards (below, 23) who shows a lot of promise, and who the crowd go crazy for when he enters the hall on his walk to the ring.

'Perfect' thinks Larry.

For the next 45 minutes, poor Ethan is absolutely DESTROYED by Potenski. A non stop barrage of power bombs, elbow drops, forearm smashes, crushing headlocks and scissors. A long held Boston, where he looked like he was going to break in two, some punishment outside the ring, where he opened up his opponents forehead after repeatedly smashing it into the metal barriers surrounding the ring. A really nasty over the shoulder backbreaker, that went into an 5 minute over the knee backbreaker, and young Ethan is seeing stars. He's injured and truly out of his depth here.

Larry repeatedly pulls him up by the hair before the 3 count, as he's enjoying inflicting this punishment. The Boos and jeers from the crowd spurring him on even more.

He eventually finishes his now bloody and battered opponent off in a 10 minute camel. He claws at his victims face, pulls his hair, bites his ear, pounds on his hairy pecs then puts a vice like sleeper on. It's a KO.

Potenski is declared the winner. He stands with his foot on Ethans bloody face. His blood stained trunks strain to contain his enormous thick rock hard boner.

He soon drops to his knees, grabs Edwards by the hair and rubs his crotch forcefully against his blood soaked face. Before you know it, Larry's cock is in mouth. "that's it jobber boy....nice and slow...taste that heel dick".

As he's face fucking Ethan he notices his sexy ass and his thick hairy thighs. He wants some of that ass. He's earned it tonight. He puts his fingers in Ethan's mouth, getting them wet, then slides them down the back of his trunks and starts finger fucking him. Ethan groans loudly, audible even with that huge cock still in his mouth. The groans increase as all four fingers slide in and out of his tight ass. "I need to open you up boy so you can take all of this big dick. I aint gonna lie, it's gonna hurt. But you like gettin hurt, dont ya".

He takes Ethans trunks off, and chokes him with them for a minute, as he lands blows on his ribs. Then he spits on his hand and rubs it around Ethans asshole, and slowly starts sliding that huge horse dick in, covering Ethans mouth with his big hand to stifle the pained moaning and groaning of his jobber.

After 10 minutes of fucking on the ring floor, Larry gets up. His raging boner stands proud. Ethan lies with his head in his hands, now only wearing his pro boots, Larry then takes a handful of Ethans hair, drags him up from the floor, flips him round and delivers a stiff DDT. Up again by the hair from the floor, Larry now traps him in the ropes, lifts Ethans legs over his shoulders and puts his dick back in his (now less tight) ass. A semi conscious Ethan pathetically moans "no, no", but he has a boner now too. Larry pounds and pounds at his ass, going deeper and deeper with long hard thrusts and pulls out right before he cums, unleashing an ungodly thick load onto Ethans face. After a minute he puts his cock back in Ethans mouth, while he catches his breath, making sure he takes the remains of his load, and tastes his own jobber ass.

Afterwards the promoter requests a rematch. He's putting Potenski on top of the card from now on.

[uovoc]

Love how when genderbent Scissor Seven fanarts make Seven a girl, they make sure to keep her a greasy, hairy-legged, deadbeat loser. They just slap long hair and boobs on Seven and call it a day. NO sexification ray whatsoever. As he deserves.

[stellarspecter]

I'd Much Rather Be Jorting

@astrangersummer week 1: short shorts

1k, steddie, much talk about jorts

Read on AO3

Steve nearly choked on his own spit when he saw Eddie. It was the first truly sweltering day of the summer, and apparently that meant it was time to break out the shorts. The short shorts. The kind with the ragged edges and pockets hanging out the hems. Steve was almost disappointed they were black and not light wash denim. 

“Where the hell are they selling shorts like that, Munson,” he asked once he’d regained his breath.

“Selling?” Eddie quirked a brow. “Oh, Stevie. Jorts this good aren’t found, they’re made.” He did a little spin to show them off (as if Steve wasn’t already looking too much), finishing with a flourish of his hairy leg.

“Huh?” Steve said faintly. All he could think about was the pale expanse of thigh, visible for the first time, being paraded in front of him.

“You’ve never made jorts?” Eddie asked, the most adorable pout on his face. “Well fuck, babe, we’re gonna have to fix that.”

And Steve couldn’t help it. When Eddie called him that, he was weak to his every whim.

Which is how he found himself sitting at his kitchen table, a pair of jeans and scissors in his hands.

“Step 1 of jorts: choose the jeans,” Eddie instructed across from him. “You want a pair that’s well-worn, so that you’re not wasting too much fabric by cutting them.”

Steve glanced at Eddie’s own selection, which were more holes than denim at this point. “So your whole wardrobe?”

Eddie snorted. “Okay, rich boy, sorry I’ve got style.” He winked, which Steve was not equipped to deal with at the current moment. He cleared his throat and looked back at his soon-to-be-jorted jeans. 

“What’s next?”

“Deciding the length,” Eddie answered. “The holes in mine usually decide for me, but you can do whatever feels right.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Steve muttered. He stared at the jeans in front of him, wondering how he was supposed to conjure a leg measurement out of nowhere. 

“You don’t like ‘em?” Eddie asked, clearly teasing.

Steve blushed. “I didn’t say that.”

Eddie smirked, satisfied at his reaction. “That looks like a good length.”

Steve looked down to find a line drawn in washable marker on his jeans. Maybe about mid-thigh? Whatever. He’d wear whatever, as long as Eddie said it looked good.

“Okay. So now we cut it?”

“Got it in one,” Eddie confirmed with a smile, and Steve had to focus hard on his scissors to make sure he didn’t accidentally cut himself while he was busy daydreaming about his friend’s lips.

“And there we are! Some brand new jorts to welcome in the summer,” Eddie announced, holding his own up proudly. These ones were regular blue jeans cut to a much more conservative length than the pair he was wearing.

Steve held up his own pair, a bit uncertain that they were going to be any good. He’d only ever bought clothes from a store and thrown them out whenever they got their first tear. Cutting clothes up on purpose felt blasphemous. But, he supposed, Eddie had been doing it for years, and clearly he pulled it off.

“Do I… try them on?” He hazarded.

“Yes, try them on! See how they feel!” Eddie waved him towards the bathroom to change. 

He came out with his new shorts on, tugging awkwardly at the hems. They sat a bit higher than he’d anticipated, but still nowhere near as short as Eddie’s.

“So?” Eddie waited expectantly for his verdict.

Steve shrugged. “They’re okay.”

“Okay?” Eddie exclaimed. “Just okay? Steve, jorts are more than okay, they’re great! They let you partake in the act of creation! That’s the kind of thing people write poetry about!”

“Poems,” Steve repeated flatly. “About jorts. Sure, man.”

Eddie squinted at him, then stepped away from the table and drew himself up to his full height. “The days of spring will surely bring the birds and bees cavorting,” he recited, the sing-song cadence making it clear that this was a poem. “But since I am a gentleman, I’d much rather be jorting. Hempstead Snarlton, 1943.” He paused, clearly expecting Steve to be proud of him for reciting poetry from memory.

Steve leveled him with a look. “You just made that up.”

Eddie squawked. “No I didn’t! It’s a real poem, look it up!”

“The word ‘jorts’ didn’t even exist in 1943!” 

“You don’t know that!”

Steve scoffed. “I can take a pretty good fucking guess.”

“Whatever,” Eddie sulked. “You just don’t think that gentlemen should be jorting.”

Steve blinked in disbelief. “Do you hear yourself when you talk.”

“Do you?” Eddie retorted. “Are you saying we’re not gentlemen? You don’t think I’m a gentleman, Stevie?”

“Why is this the hill you’re dying on?” Steve wondered out loud, baffled that this is the same man that scrambles his brain with just the sight of his legs.

“Because I’m jorting!” Eddie exclaimed.

Steve shook his head in bemusement and put his sunglasses on. “I’m gonna go back outside. Have fun with your… jorting.”

“Oh, I will,” Eddie shot back. “Outside, also.”

“Just can’t stand a single minute without me, can you, Eds?” Steve teased as he slid the back door open and ushered Eddie ahead of him. 

“What can I say, Stevie,” he sighed, “You and me are like gentlemen and jorting: we just belong together, don’t you agree?” He dramatically rested a hand on his chest and gave Steve a simpering look. 

Steve couldn’t ignore the flutter in his heart at hearing him say that they belonged together. Despite his ridiculousness, he couldn’t deny that he was still madly, deeply, head over heels for this man. As he watched him scamper off to wet his feet in the pool, he sighed. 

“Yeah, Eds.” Lovelorn on the deck, he watched his jorts-clad crush send ripples through the water. “I do.”

dividers by @saradika-graphics

title and poem and general inspo from bdg's "how to make jorts" video, because i am, to my core, silly. thanks for reading

[konigsblog]

Price with a reader that’s absolutely obsessed with how big and hairy he is (I’m ovulating send help). Like begging for him to take his shirt off so they can touch his hairy boobs (I need to be put in a cage like the feral beast I am) buying him a collection of beard oils and different scissors and clippers so he never has to shave his beard off again, no matter how dirty it gets or even if it gets burned. Drooling when he does that thing where he stretches and his shirt comes up a bit and you can see his happy trail (I need him in a way that not even science can understand)

🪤

rubbing your cunt along his body; coating his hairy legs in your slick, rubbing your bare cunt along his beard, adoring the way it scratches your thighs, whimpers flowing from your lips as your orgasm begins to arrive, washing over you and causing your legs to tremble and shake with euphoria.

lapping and grazing your tongue at his happytrail, lapping at his sweat, the salty taste lingering on your tongue, grasping at his hairy tits, kneeding your fingers while holding a handful of his flesh. tracing your fingers along his body hair, the texture appealing, your other hand tangled in his messy, tangled hair.

and blowjobs with hairy, sweaty price :((( burying your nose in his sweaty pubes, inhaling the scent from them, cockwarming his mouth just so you can smell his musk :((((( or lapping your tongue at his armpits after working out, constant mewls filling the silence as you lapped at his wet armpit hair :((((

[marleyybluu]

Wax on, Wax off

Rio Martínez x woc!reader

Content warning: reader is pregnant (yes, another one), waxing while pregnant, just a whole lot of intimate and cute moments tbh, everyone’s in love, talks of pubic hair(?- shouldn’t be a warning cus we are all grown)

A/N: we should know this but this is not like propaganda that you need to have a bald cooch. It’s yours, you do what you want with it it’s beautiful either way this is just a cute little story. Probably spelling mistakes and you should know why… hehe:)

Also I don’t describe the reader in detail but as usual a woman of colour is in mind.

(Not my gif, )

"You better know what the fuck you're doing Martinez." You scold, pregnant and with a fire attitude. Rio just looks at you with those eyes that go "Yes darling, whatever you say." And then shakes his head at how crabby you were. It wasn't your fault... entirely. It was mostly his. You two had just gotten married, went on a month long honeymoon and came back with an extra guest. He was a lot sooner than you two had planned but it worked out anyway.

Aside from the usual pregnancy... uh... problems, you were over the moon. Rio was extra attentive to your needs and like the brave soldier he is, he volunteered to help you with your greatest challenge.

Your bush.

You weren't a posed to the natural nature of the human body, but sometimes you appreciated a "cleaner" look. You had a wax lady, your aesthetician, that you've been going to for years but she was on vacation and you didn't trust anyone else near your coochie like you did her so you decided to wait until she got back.

The timing was terrible, you were eight months and couldn't see a fucking thing with your belly in the way, so whatever was below wasn't really your problem. But now you were getting closer to the nine month mark and it was crazy how fast your hair seemed to have grown. Your bush was back like it was the eighties. And like the whiny pregnant wife you were you complained to your husband not expecting him to do anything you just needed to vent but then one day he comes home with a package in his hand and you don't question him about it, you let him tell you.

"I bought a wax kit off Amazon."

You wanted to laugh thinking it was a joke, he didn't need to wax anything of his, he was fine, he was perfectly trimmed. Not too hairy and not too bald. Your eyes damn near roll under the couch when you realize it's for you. You cried at how sweet the gesture was but told him it was okay (even though it wasn't.)

Now, here you are, laying on top of a towel, on top of your bed waiting for the wax to heat up. "What does Ciara usually do?" He asks as he stirs the wax with the popsicle stick. You sigh wondering why you let him do this. "When it's like this she usually trims it shorter, it's easier that way. Somewhat easier." He mumbled something like "okay, got it." Under his breath and you smile widely, this was so cute, he seems determined and it made your heart swell. You reassure him, "I believe in you baby, don't worry."

You feel a kiss on your leg. "Thanks mama, I won't hurt you."

"I know." You know. So you just relax.

Rio grabs a small pair of scissors, a pair of gloves and gets to work clipping and snipping as carefully as possible. And just like that he was done. "You want me to... take a pic and show you." He laughs but you say no. "I trust you."

The reassurance was comforting. "Alright, does she... wax now?"

"No she usually puts baby powder on it and then the wax."

He runs off to the baby's nursery to steal the baby powder, sprinkles it and wipes off any excess powder which surprised you. You didn't have to tell him to do that. He turns down the heat on the little pot that the wax was in, he looks around and sees your notebook on the nightstand and grabs it, waves it over the wax in an attempt to cool it down in fear of it being too hot for you. You scroll through your playlist, it was a little too quiet for your liking.

"¿Estas listo?" He asks and you give him two thumbs up, he chuckles. You do the butterfly position as best as you can. "You okay?"

"Mhm."

He nods at your confirmation and... goes for it. He remembers you saying to start at the mound— the mons pubis— so he did, slowly spreading the wax on one small section like a tester strip. He waited until it hardened. "Use one hand to pull my skin taut and the other to rip off the wax... but don't rip it." You remind him. "Got it." He says quietly. He counts down in his head and, yoink!, it was off and a smooth, hairless spot was left behind. Not bad, he thinks to himself.

You say, "Wow, didn't even hurt."

Rio smiled proudly, a little glad you couldn't see how happy your comments were making him. He applied another warm strip on your pussy, but this one was a bit bigger than the last and waited, repeating the same process as before. You hum along to Ari Lennox and tap your fingers on your belly. "Any names for the baby?" You ask. "Are we bad parents for waiting this long to come up with a name?"

Rio chuckles at your question. "Probably," He shrugs taking off another patch of hair. "Still don't like Leo?"

You blow raspberries. "No."

"How about Dustin?"

Now it's turn to blow raspberries. "You know our kid isn't white right?"

You snicker at him. "Fine. Noah?"

He tilts his head. "Not bad. I don't mind that."

"Christopher Junior, and we call him CJ for short."

Rio laughs. "That's the one. That's his name. Settled."

"You are out of your mind, sorry." He knew you never liked the Juniors.

You two bounced off baby names as he continued. Talked about who he would look more like, what sport would he prefer to play, you argued maybe he'll be a spelling bee kid instead and Rio smiles at your optimism of what your child or children could be. You chat and before you know it he tells you that you're done. Front and back. You try to sit up and pout, you wouldn't be able to see it anyway, your eyes burn with incoming tears. Fuck, why did this pregnancy have to make you so sensitive?

Rio hears your sniffles. "I'll take a picture, darlin', don't worry."

He snaps a photo and hands you the phone. Wow. You were bald.

"Rio... this is crazy. You got every single hair." You giggle zooming in. "Did I?" He asks fighting a grin, he takes off his gloves and tosses them in the trash can inside the bathroom. "Should get you to do my brows next."

"Sixty bucks."

You scoff. "Your child is inside me, that's payment enough."

"Alright, moms discount." He surrenders, he kisses your knee. He winks up at you but his eyes quickly divert between your legs, your sex glistening under the light. But he knew the rules. Twenty-four hours. He places your leg on his shoulder, kissing your skin, his hand wavers over your heat. Temptation. The urge to slide his finger in there. You lick your teeth. "Twenty four." You remind him.

You glitch when you feel his fingertip between your folds. "Twenty... four..." He repeats closing his eyes. "Thank you for helping me." He assists you in sitting up and you rest your head on his chest. "I love you so much," You pucker your lips and he kisses you. "You're too good for me."

He sucks his teeth. "Nah, you're too good for me. I love you so much too."

"What do you want to do now?" He asks putting away his equipment. You smile mischievously. "Up to watch some hair tutorials?"

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[candy8448]

My family wants me to shave

Its sounds so stupid to get upset about but for the past however long, my mum and sister have been pressuring me to shave my arms, legs and facial hair but i always manage to ignore them but then today they all just kinda said it, my dad included and like

I dont want to.

Its the way that i feel comfortable. I want to tell them that, to tell them that if they dont feel comfortable with how i look then that is their problem to deal with and that if girls aren't supposed to have any body hair then why do we grow it but i cant bring myself to.

Ive looked at my leg hair a lot and thought about how ugly i look only because of what they say.

Today my friend (who also has hairy arms and legs) wrote on my arm and i felt sick because of how i thought she would think about it because of how they make me feel about it

I love my body hair, it feels nice, i feel confortable, its soft, it makes my olive skin look fuller, i like it

At school its fine, with my friends im super comfortable, but at home i feel the need to hide my legs as much as they can so they wont see it and tell me to shave again and again and again and again and

Its really frustrating

Right now i tried trimming it with scissors as maybe a compromise but i did a bit and i feel so sad and i hate it so much.

Its sounds so silly but bro, i just want to have what makes me comfortable but they constantly make me feel disgusting because of it

(And i bet if my brother ever wanted to shave his legs, they wouldn't let him)

I want to maybe shave my legs for prom (only my legs and maybe face, not my arms) but i only want to for the day, i dont want to spend the however much long waiting for it to grow back. And i feel like if i shave, they will just make a ton of comments about how pretty i look now and then when i start to let it grow again, they will go back to pressuring me again but harder.

[thegoofyfanaticus]

(( Commission from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant )) Shawn let Marc's hands drop from around his face and fall to the mat. He let his elbow then dig into Marc's pecs as he grinned and slowly got him self up to his knees. Marc groaned in pain as Shawn's elbow pressed into his very tender pecs. Shawn then rolled Marc over to his stomach and sat on the small of Marc's back. Marc was in too much pain to resist. Shawn then leaned forward and grabbed Marc by the air and pulled him back enough to be able to grab his jawline. Marc's back radiated pain as it was bent backwards while Shawn was sitting on top of him. Marc groaned in agony as the back started to bend. Before Marc could support himself with his hands, Shawn locked Marc's arms next to his body with a body scissors. Shawn squeezed tightly using his legs as vise grips to crush the sides of Marc. Marc's groans turned to cries of pain as the back and sides were being assaulted. "The pain has only begun, asshole. You refused to admit I owned your ass, so now I will make it so unbearable you will be begging me to release you. You will wish you submitted earlier." Shawn continued to pull on the jawline of Marc increasing the pressure on his back. Marc tried his best not to cry out more, but could not contain his pain. "Yes! Cry you little bastard! Cry like the cub you are!" Shawn smile widely as he bent Marc back slowly and methodically. He knew the pain would rise and fall as the positions held and changed. He chuckled as Marc cried out in agony. "We're just getting started..." Shawn had Marc all the way back to his chest. Shawn looked down at Marc and smiled, "Enjoy your demise..." Shawn used his left arm to force Marc under his armpit and locked in a modified dragon sleeper cranking Marc's neck back on top of the back. Marc was smothered in Shawn's hairy pit. His nose and mouth were directly in the center as Shawn's bicep flexed and pushed on the side of Marc's head. Subjected to the mixed smell of sweat, testosterone, and natural odor, Marc started to gag. Shawn's pit hair was dripping sweat into his nose and mouth. The body heat from a long match radiated over his head. Shawn's sweat the side of his pecs rubbed onto Marc's face. After locking in the modified dragon sleeper, Shawn now locked down everything in the hold. The body scissors crushed Marc's sides of his torso and arms. The sleeper pulled his back far beyond normal means and Marc's neck was cranked far back. Pain soared through Marc's body. His cries of agony became screams of sheer pain that were muffled by the smothering pit. Shawn Sat back and flexed his right bicep smiling smugly with his eyes closed as he tortured Marc. "FFFUUAAAAAACCCCKKKKK!!!!! I SUBMIT!" Marc finally cried out in agony and pain while being smothered by Shawn's pit. Shawn looked down and demanded, "Say it!" "FUCK! SHAWN. YOU. OWN. ME! FFUUUUAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!"

[rodrigobera04]

Water type list. Countdown, nine types left to finish the lists.

WATER pure

Tilapia with healing scales, keeps the fry in its mouth.

Military-themed seahorse, holds its soldier babies in its belly.

Piscinoid elemental with wave fins.

Luminous microorganisms that make water glow.

Turtle with a shell shaped like a canoe.

Giant tadpole that evolves into a tiny frog.

Water spirit possessing a spinning water wheel.

Fishing bat that now uses its wings as flippers.

Fish jumping out of the water with its tail, like in a sack race.

WATER/GROUND

Land whale releasing a geyser from its blowhole.

Bipedal lungfish, using its long fins as tentacles.

Predatory midkipper swimming in the mud like a shark.

Marsh rat camouflaged with mud and marsh plants.

Bobbit worm that now attacks beaches as well as the seabed.

Duck made of clay that swims through the mud.

Dogfish that runs across the land like a dog would run.

Manatee creating underwater sandstorms while pulling up plants to eat.

Desert frog that appears when it rains, being filled with stored water.

WATER/GRASS

Carnivorous plant ultricularia, similar to a voracious fish.

Aquatic mushroom floating on its "floating hat".

Salamander with symbiosis with algae, having a tail made of algae leaf.

Marimo grouped forming a giant vegetable monster.

Pitcher plant that spits water to catch insects instead of waiting.

Mangrove animal, its roots form long legs to walk in the water.

Aquatic snake covered in vegetation, looking like a hairy monster.

Water lettuce looking like a jellyfish floating on the surface of the water.

Vegetable kappa made from a gourd with water inside that gives it energy.

WATER/ELECTRIC

"Mermaid" created by shower water, creates electrical sound waves.

Bird with electrical powers and that manipulates rain.

Sea pig with a plug nose and that glows in the dark.

A neon-glowing discus fish with electric fins.

Luminous siphonophore resembling a chandelier.

Guitar fish vibrating the water with its electric sound.

Lantern fish guiding people on dark nights.

Electric seahorse in the shape of a lightning bolt.

Pikaclone water rat drawing energy from hydroelectric power.

WATER/ICE

Swordfish creating an ice sword with its snout.

Flying fish with crystalline, icy and fractal wings.

Fish trapped in a block of ice, as if they were in a can of sardines.

Water elemental, capable of changing to a solid state and freezing the opponent.

Caribou capable of freezing water with their hooves.

Snowman melting and dripping due to heat.

Fractal starfish, similar to a snowflake.

Fish gathering frozen water that forms a protective body of ice.

Snail blowing explosive frozen bubbles.

WATER/FLYING

Literal kite frog flying out of water.

Gliding starfish, flying through the wind like a shuriken.

Wind creature carrying wet clothes off a clothesline.

Sinister squid with fins resembling the wings of a bat.

Ribbon moray eel flying out of the water with Olympic acrobatics.

Predatory cloud that takes the form of sharks and orcas.

Oreole adapted to water, its feathers look like scales.

Scallop emerging from the water, with its shell serving as wings.

Sea moth with colorful wings that reflect light.

WATER/STEEL

Grouper looking like an armored submarine.

Water tap looking like a bird.

Gladiator retiarum using fishing skills to catch prey.

Megalopine squid looking like the warships of the worlds.

Mollusk using bivalve shells as claws or scissors.

Octopus living in a submerged trash can, collecting trash from the sea.

Lancet fish with bladed fins for cutting prey.

Tuna looking like an underwater missile.

Sailor struggling with anchors and underwater mines.

WATER/FIGHTING

Batfish walking with its muscular fins.

Sea lion looking like a powerful coliseum animal.

Damselfish attacking other fish that invade its algae garden.

Jellyfish striking with their tentacles like boxing gloves.

Elemental creature with muscular arms of water, the literal force of water.

Basilisk racing across the surface of the water.

Diving bird that does synchronized swimming.

Inflatable muscle lifeguard, also blows air in mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Firefighter Dalmatian, with a long hose neck, rival of fire type pokémon.

WATER/ROCK

Trio of lumpsuckers stuck together by their suction cups.

Stone angel, like those that decorate fountains, holding a jug of water.

Marine iguana that is also a gargoyle that blows water.

Huge stonefish imitating a cave.

Gillman using a column from a sunken city as a weapon.

Winged stalactite that combines water attacks and its spiky body.

Laundress that uses stone and water in its attacks.

Rocky placo, able to "clean" the HP of plant types.

Elephant-like sea monster based on rock formations.

WATER/FIRE

Pipefish blowing smoke.

Fish blowing will-o'-the-wisp from its mouth.

Otter with explosive powers, throwing bombs at fish.

Frog releasing hot steam from its body through its holes on its back.

Gunard pistol blowing fire bubbles, his wings change color when attacking.

Volcanic crab with a crust of hardened lava over its body.

Whale blowing smoke from its blowhole, burning fat to keep warm from the cold.

Penguin in warm habitats, roasting the fish it catches.

Oyster hunting birds using a tasty and warm scent to catch them.

THE LEGENDARY:

Water/grass whale based on Noah's ark that sheltered many Pokémon in a flood.

We're done with the water type, see you next time.

[perplexingluciddreams]

Orthotics casting pictures!: (and yes, my legs are hairy. Genetics 🤷🏻‍♂️. Blame my dad!)

[image description: The orthotist pulls a white stocking bandage onto Ezra’s left leg. End ID.]

[image description: Close up picture of Ezra’s left leg with a stocking bandage on it. There is a blue plastic strip inserted partway down the stocking. It is curled over. The orthotist has her hands at the end of the stocking, ready to pull the plastic strip all the way down. There is a metal bowl of water to the side. end ID.]

[image description: The orthotist starts to roll sticky bandage around Ezra’s leg, start just below the knee. The blue plastic strip is all the way down inside it which is for the scissors so they don’t cut my leg. End ID.]

[image description: The sticky cast is all on the leg now. The orthotist push Ezra’s foot into a good angle for the cast to set, so it is in a good position for the braces to be. End ID.]

[image description: The cast is hard now and not sticky anymore. The orthotist cuts the cast at the front with big scissors, along the blue plastic strip. End ID.]

[image description: Ezra holds the cast that is cut off from his leg. He is looking down at it and smiling. He is wearing black headphones and glasses with clear frames, and a grey hoodie. He has short brown hair. He is holding his teddy bear under his right arm. End ID.]

We did both legs, of course, and I have more bonus pictures but they need to go in a different post, because this one is so big and long it makes my iPad keyboard slow! Next post with bonus pictures will be after this one :D

[junipernight]

First Impressions/Foreign Tongue

Chapter 5: Worst Foreign Language Film

Summary: The Titans watch a movie.

Backing down wasn’t an option. 

Raven stared hard at the metal door. It would be better if she walked through it of her own volition, rather than wait for someone to fetch her. But then again, there was always the chance they’d leave her alone. Decisions, decisions.

The clock chimed 7:00. Raven fidgeted. Read a few more pages. Drummed her fingers. 

7:05. She sighed.

Reluctantly, she shelved her book and set off for movie night.

Everyone else was already in the common room:

“Hola!”

“Sup, dude?”

“Glorious, you are partaking in the team bonding with us!”

“Popcorn’s almost ready.”

Raven raised her hand in wordless greeting, and made her way to the couch. There was a DVD case on the table.

“Spider-Man, ” she read. “.... didn’t the Wicked Scary live action remake just come out?”

There was a beat of silence, and then a sudden chorus of unusually polite excuse-making from her friends—“live action remakes are lame” “the critical response was considerably higher for this movie” “I’m not really in the mood for horror” “Heh, what’s Wicked Scary?” — and Raven nearly smiled.

Still, “A kids movie?” she pressed.

“Well yeah, we’re watching it in the original Spanish, gotta keep it basic,” Cyborg said.

“Wait, we’re watching it in Spanish?” asked Beast Boy.

“Don’t worry, grass stain, I’ll put on subtitles.”

“Duuuude, everyone knows the dub is better!”

Raven sat down next to Starfire, and, as expected, Starfire immediately wrapped her arm around Raven’s shoulders and pulled her close. Starfire was just a naturally touchy-feely person like that, and Raven had come to accept it.

(Only from Starfire though. No one else was allowed to touch her.)

“Why we gotta watch it in Spanish though?”

“Because we’re practicing!”

“Popcorn’s ready!” Robin said loudly, interrupting. He plonked the bowl of delicious buttery-but-not-actually-buttered-because-it-was-vegan popped corn down on the table.

With a few last grumbles from Beast Boy, Cyborg started the movie.

Pedro Parra was just your normal average teenager. No superpowers, no kickass kung-fu knowledge (unless you counted babysitting small children; keeping cartoon babies out of construction sites was a herculean task), and no vast fortune. That seemed to be a common enough origin for real life superheroes, not that Raven could relate. Everything changed for Pedro when he was bit by a glowing spider on a field trip to a high tech science lab. In a feverish transformation scene, Pedro suddenly gained “poderes de araña” like wall-crawling and web-shooting and perfect eyesight. He still wasn’t a superhero though, just a teen with spider powers. On the metro, his hands accidentally got stuck in an old woman’s knitting. With a stern look and an ominous warning, the old woman pulled out a gigantic pair of scissors and cut him free.

Sometime during the lab scene, Starfire had grabbed Raven’s hand and started using it as a fidget toy. Raven missed what happened next, too distracted by the large warm hands flipping her cooler, smaller one back and forth. When she tuned back into the movie, Tío Ben was dead. There was a sad graveyard scene in the rain, and Pedro resolved to use his powers to fight crime. 

Raven was definitely learning new words— araña, radiactivo , con gran poder conlleva una gran responsabilidad, tejer —though she wasn’t sure how useful they’d be.

The movie went on. An intern at the science lab had put two and two together and decided to try replicating Spider Man by allowing himself to be bitten by a giant glowing spider. There was another feverish transformation scene, but this one was different; something was sprouting from the young scientists head, legs, long hairy leg after long hairy leg sprouting from the man’s scalp until his human head was fully replaced by the body of a spider -

“Pause the movie!” Robin shouted.

Beast Boy was the first one to say it: “Is that…. Fang?”

“Do you know any other spider-headed people?” Raven asked rhetorically.

“I’m checking his case file,” Robin said, leaving the room.

Beast Boy bounced up from the couch and declared that he was going to pop some more popcorn, leaving Starfire, Raven, and Cyborg in the common room.

“Que te crees?” Cyborg asked. 

It’d been a few months since Cyborg, Starfire, and Raven had started learning español , and while none of them was fluent, they often spoke to each other in an amalgam of English, Spanish, and Latin.

“Crees…” Starfire began.

“Creo.”

“Creo que… la película es muy divertida?”

Raven and Cyborg gave her a thumbs up.

“Y me gusta…. hanging out con amigos!”

“Of course you do,” Raven said, poking Star in the cheek.

Cyborg raised his eyebrow archly, a gesture that usually preceded teasing, so Raven quickly barreled ahead with “Definitivamente aprendimos la palabra ‘araña.’ Va a ser muy útil con Chico Bestia y sus pranks.”

“For sure. ¿Te parece la mujer vieja extraña?”

“Si, muy extraña.”

“I do not understand why the little kids Pedro was tending did not heed his warnings,” Starfire said abruptly, abandoning Spanish-practice for the time being.

"They’re just kids,” Cyborg explained. “They don’t really understand a lot.”

“They do not?”

“No.”

Starfire hummed as she considered this. “...On my planet, we learn language directly from our parents. Tamaranean parents give their children the kiss of language shortly after they are born.”

Beast Boy came back with a fresh bowl  of popcorn. “Sup dudes, what’d I miss?”

“Starfire says Tamaraneans learn to speak as babies!” Cyborg said.

“You could speak as a baby!?” Beast Boy demanded. “Like, full sentences and stuff?”

“No, of course not,” Starfire denied. “It is hard for the little ones to move their tongues, but at least Tamaranean young can understand what is going on around them. It takes most Tamaranean children at least three rotations around our star and many kisses to speak the language completely and  correctly.”

“Huh.”

Robin finally returned with a thick manila folder.

“Well?” Raven asked.

“Fang is out on parole for good behavior,” Robin reported. Unexpectedly, he grinned. “Kitten is still being held at the same prison he was in, so I guess he had plenty of motivation to get out of there.”

They started the movie back up. Starfire’s fingers threaded their way through Raven’s hair; it felt nice.

Fang’s character attacked the city for unclear reasons, and Pedro Parra had to leave in the middle of a babysitting gig. In the street, spiders were swarming. They were coming out of everywhere; the metro, the presidential palace, the monumento el beso. Spiderman couldn’t do anything to stem the tide, so he ran around trying very hard not to squish any of them. 

He found Fang on the metal scaffolding of a half-built skyscraper. They fought, and Spiderman was losing, when he saw that the little boy he was babysitting, Bebo, had climbed on the skyscraper too. Bebo shot Fang in the eyes with a nerf gun, and that was all the distraction Spiderman needed to trap Fang in his web.

With Fang defeated, the old lady from the train came out of the shadows, and revealed herself to be a goddess ( diosa ) and with a word from her, all her spidey friends took Fang away and disappeared again, and the movie ended.

“... dude.”

“Well that was unexpectedly disturbing,” said Robin.

“You’re not gonna overrun the tower with a shadowy swarm of spiders in the middle of the night, right Rae?” said Cyborg.

No response. Starfire lifted her head off of Raven’s shoulder in order to gauge her expression.

Cyborg laughed nervously. “... Right Rae?”

Raven smiled.

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Author's Note

Hi! Sorry it’s been so long. Fun fact, this chapter was actually originally part of chapter three, but then I procrastinated on it so hard I came up with ideas for 2 more chapters (Chapter 4, and Chapter 6, coming soon to a screen near you). The thing that made it hard to write was definitely the movie, but I still wanted to include it because storytelling is a big part of how I personally learn languages (shoutout to Ultimate Spiderman (transmitido en español en SAP) and the fandubbed podcast Bienvenidos a Nightvale) and this fic is a loveletter to languages as well as kissy fluffy times jajaja.

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[thehomothings]

for the headcanon thing: kite with ☪️✴️ plss

Ohohoho my fave fictional guy to hurt!!! Ty for that

So before i start, i had a little problem deciphering the emojies bc my phone and computer show me completely different things so I'll assume you meant moon and sun? If not I'm sorry, feel free to correct me and I'll do another post :3

☾ - sleep headcanon

The man is a chronic insomniac. It takes a long time for him to fall asleep and the slightest shift in the air to startle him. He grew up in an environment which conditioned him into being half aware in his sleep- he couldn't afford to be caught off guard. The smallest noise wakes him up, which is mainly why he prefers to camp out in nature than to actually get a place in the city. Sometimes he can't fall asleep several days at the time- which drives him to overwork himself to the point he hopefully passes out at night. At some point in late teenagehood/early adulthood he was prescribed sleeping meds, but stopped taking them due to how much more vivid they made his nightmares.

The nightmares where he's back in the streets, cold and starving, small and weak, and in the dreams he can't find his dogs; it's a neverending chase with shadowy tormentors and no respite to be found at the end of the line. He hides and hands find him, sneers and jeers ring out as he hits the ground again and again, and he wakes up with the iron tang of blood on his tongue. Sometimes he goes for a run when the sky's still dark, other times he just summons Crazy Slots, clutching the clown in his hands until the sun rises and the birds sing so he can tell himself i survived another day.

That being said, he can sleep much easier with someone to keep him company, being a pack of cats and dogs, or his team crashing into a cuddle pile (or Wing, bc the man is a human furnace).

☼ - appearance headcanon

Kite is easily 7 feet tall- which is one of the only physical features that he actively likes about himself. It helps him in combat, and admittedly towering over people dissuades them from messing with him.

It's not only the hair on his head that's white- his eyebrows and eyelashes are also white, almost to the point of being translucent. His legs and arms are quite hairy, but he barely grows any facial hair at all and despite that, keeps his face clean shaven. He doesn't remember ever having short hair at any point in his life, but one of his earliest memories is of a less than kind caretaker trying to cut his hair and after facing Kite's resistance, beating him. He doesn't quite trust anyone around him with scissors even years after and trims his own hair.

He has many scars, from his childhood living situation and the time he spent travelling with Ging; the ones that stand out most being one on his throat and the burnmarks covering his forearms. He hides them with clothes and doesn't undress in front of others less out of vanity and more so people don't ask questions. He wouldn't be able to stop himself from being snarky if they did so.

His nose was broken in childhood and has a badly healed bump, so do two fingers on his left hand. His front teeth are crooked- overlapping a bit, and one has a chipped corner. By his late twenties he has pronounced crow's feet when he smiles and asymmetrical smile lines.

I always headcanon that he got tattoos, maybe as a way to claim back ownership over his own body. I think maybe an ouroboros (SYMBOLISM!!!) and possibly flowers.

And honestly i could keep going but i will end my waffling here. Who knew i still had so much to infodump about this man.

Ty for the ask!