#just got my belly button done and i think it's a lovely body mod that can be so versatile

[uncanny-tranny]

Okay, are belly button piercings "trashy," or do you just associate them with femininity, or women, or sex work and strike it down as inherently less worthy? Are 'tramp stamps' "trashy", or do you just associate them with femininity, or women, or sex work and strike it down as inherently less worthy? Is pole dance "trashy", or do you associate it with women, or sex work and strike it down as inherently less worthy?

These are examples, but I find it interesting when people link things with womanhood or femininity or - gasp! - sex work and then immediately condemn, scrutinize, and dehumanize those who even dapple a little in these things, even if it isn't for sex work or to "look trashy." It's funny how the feminine or woman is seen as trashy until proven otherwise, and it's shameful that people still hold the bias that women must prove their humanity by not "being trashy" or "acting like a hooker."

[myzofus]

Bark bark!! I saw that one of your interests is piercings/tattoos. Me too! Do you have any cool ones to share or ones you want in the future?

OOH OKAY so I'm literally just listing everything I have bc I'm in love with my body mods, pics included!

Piercings!

I have a labret, both nostrils, a septum, and 4 total lobe piercings. My first lobes are gauged up to 00, and my other 2 lobes (both on the same ear) are 8g and 14g. I have a gold/green theme going on with my jewelry. I'm planning on getting my eyebrow, belly button and nipples done, and I want more ear piercings, tho I'm not exactly sure what yet. Also would love love love a bridge piercing but I don't have the anatomy for it, unfortunately :(

Tattoos!

I have the Kingdom Hearts logo on my wrist (very first tat!), a Valkyrie symbol on my forearm (planning on getting a coverup for her, tho), some Fall Out Boy lyrics on my collarbone, a cat skull on my thigh, and a ghost pepper, eyeball sucker, and some fresno night crawlers and ghosts around my ankle! I also recently got my nipples tatted into hearts and I'm in love with them.

I plan on getting more FOB tattoos. My leg with the cryptids will be a spooky/halloween/cryptid leg sleeve, finished up with a sandworm snaking through everything. I want some bat tattoos, possibly thinking of doing a chest piece with one, I want a full back piece at some point, a hyper-realistic blackwork xenomorph arm sleeve, and I'm currently trying to figure out what my tramp stamp is gonna be lol. Also may get some watercolor Gladiolus and Iris flowers on my hipbones! Also a Pokémon tat or two (typhlosion and raikou my beloveds)

Some pics below the cut! TW for eyeball and animal skull.

[thatonefanficwriternooneknows]

Thanks for the clearing up the Exes confusion!

So since they are arcs, do they all wear customized ARC trooper armor?

Also, ship wise, Codex/Cantina, Hex/Kix, Flex/Echo/Fives, Apex/Ponds, and Lex is ace?

As far as looks wise, who of the Exes has the most body mods?

Cant wait to see ur next work! Love it!!

Oooooh! They more or less wear customized ARC armor, but Apex keeps misplacing his kama and Codex just doesn’t like wearing it cause it gets them stuck in the vents sometimes!

And ship-wise, it’s actually Lex/Cantina in a mutually Ace relationship. Codex is also Ace and Aro, Apex is always with Rush and they both tend to crush on Ponds and Windu, Hex is always with Prost and Hetic (in How to Care for Your Corries specifically they are working on adding Kix and Jesse), and for some reason I just really like Flex/Fives/Echo 😂😂😂

As for body mods I’ll have to double check my spread sheet at a later date to be sure but:

Codex: none visible, they have a belly button (where one would be anyway cause clones=no umbilical cord is my fav headcanon) ring that doubles as a tracker and they’re trying to convince Hex to let them get a neural implant. But that’s all~

Apex: has prosthetic forearms similar to Anakin’s but both arms, a prosthetic foot, and a prosthetic hip. He doesn’t like piercings but he did let Hex tag him with one (nsfw) for tracking purposes.

Hex: fully prosthetic arm. He’s also got some (nsfw) piercings. His tracker is also a belly button ring.

Flex: surprisingly intact. They have several piercing holes down the shell of their ears (both) but they lose the jewelry very often. Their nipples are also pierced but they rarely use the jewelry.

Lex: the only one with in tattoos. A flower representing Cantina on their foot, a large back piece (haven’t decided of what yet but it’s for their batch), a vulpex named Foxy on the outside of their ankle, and the Commander Fox Prayer in Mando’a on their forearm. I think I gave them a prosthetic too??

If you want the full list of scars and what not I’ll need my spreadsheet 😂

Thank you for asking <3 hope I answered your questions and I’ll do better about being clearer in the fics!! <3

(Chapter 13 is almost done, my wife is just sick and I ran out of time :( )

[nostalgicpxxrl]

Matsukawa and his Body Mods

Notice: Slightly steamy part with nothing super explicit. Let me know if I need to add anything else.

A/N: This is kind of all over the place cause I started it in May and couldn't figure out for the life of me how to finish it off, so sorry bout that

I can't imagine this dude as the badass brooding type, but I'll always entertain the idea of him having hella piercings and tattoos scattered all over his body.

I think he just had a general fascination with body modding and wanted to take advantage while he’s young (wasn't really interested in the extreme stuff, though... his mom would kill him anyway lmao).

But the catch is that he’d have an especially hard time finding work at a funeral home if he was visibly tatted and pierced.

So in college, he probably kept that in mind and didn’t do anything too spontaneously.

Regardless, Matsukawa has all kinds of tattoos-- some meaningful and some he got cause "Why not?"

That being said:

In the afternoons that you walk in on a sleeping Mattsun, his face will be smooshed into your pillow after a long day spent with his younger siblings. His love for them is obvious since his face lights up every time they're mentioned; so the golden sun that leaks through the blinds helps him out by making their names glow in time with the rise and fall of his back. 

When you guys go on road trips and you sneak a glance of admiration at his side profile, the fading holes of what used to be a ton of piercings decorate his ear. There's a scar on both of his lobes where he reluctantly got his gauges sewn up, but the pretty double piercing earrings that you bought him cover them up nicely so he isn’t too self-conscious of them now.

You'll be listening to whatever Matsukawa’s velvety voice has to say about what happened at work, then when you absentmindedly watch him unbutton his shirt, the tattoo of your name that rests on his collarbone will stare right back at you. He catches you every time, lightly chuckling at your suddenly flustered demeanor.

In the moments where you guys wanna be as close to each other as possible and your kisses are getting more desperate, Mattsun will quickly pull his shirt off and reveal the nipple piercings he got after drunkenly losing a bet. Working your way down with teasing pecks and bites, the belly button ring that you always lightly tug at while you're snuggling with him compliments the happy trail you love so much.

One day when y’all were raiding the kitchen for some snacks, you had accidentally dropped a chip on the floor. On your way to recover it (5 second rule amirite😏), a rancid doodle of My Melody aggressively flicks you off from his shin and you can't help but burst out laughing. Apparently a grumpy Makki had drawn it when Mattsun had jokingly told him he was leaving Japan for school like Iwa (poor baby was shook for a week).

Asking this dude for a pain scale is futile cause his tolerance is kinda high

He's still a sweetie pie and will help you out if you get anything done yourself, though.

He loves receiving jewelry for the piercings he kept and always wears the stuff you bought him when he goes out.

[shnuggletea]

WHEW! I did it! I got this chapter done. It’s fresh out the oven, lovelies, so keep those comments about typos to yourself! I mean till tomorrow at least, I’m too tired right now! Takes me back to my college years of procrastination!

I seriously don’t think I can get tomorrow’s done and up but we’ll see.

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“Everything in this room is edible. Even I'm edible. But, that would be called canibalism. It is looked down upon in most societies.” ― Tim Burton, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

I really didn’t want to get my bed wet and Miroku and I were both still dripping. He didn’t seem to understand the concept so I broke out of his hold, pushing on his shoulders and getting my feet on the floor. 

Miroku actually swept my legs, knocking me to the floor and jumping on top of me. 

“What the hell!” I said when I got the air back into my lungs. His attack had knocked it out of me. 

“I didn’t want you changing your mind.” He purred back, running his lips down my chest. “I’ve heard so many complain about the test of a woman,” he was at my belly now, his tongue licking my button as he spoke, “but I think you’re going to taste amazing Sango.”

Spreading my legs, I was his puppet and he wore me with his tongue. 

Miroku lapped me up as I came and my head was still spinning when his smirking face appeared over me. “And I was right.”

His tip was pressing at my entrance and I pushed on his shoulders. “I need a minute.”

Propping up on his elbows, he pouted. “Come now Sango dear. I know you have plenty of stamina.”

I laughed, “how? How do you know that?”

“Cause you’ve been running through my dreams for years now.”

I laughed at first but then when I realized it was more than a corny line, I sat up, pushing him back and backing up. “What are you talking about?”

“Did you not think it strange? How without a word we went to each other? Me to you, Inuyasha to Kagome, and Kikyo to Naraku?”

I shrugged, “because we called you…”

“Kagome called us, you sat next to her with a piece of octopus.”

“How…” I swallowed thickly, “how did you know that?”

“Same way we all knew? You’re my soulmate, did you think this was the first time I’d ever seen you?” I shook my head, of course, cause how the hell did they see us before we created them? “You merely called us to you, you didn’t create us.”

“How the hell…”

He laughed, crawling closer to me and my spot on the floor. “I’ve been dreaming of you since you came of age, Sango. Same with Inuyasha and Naraku. I can’t speak for them; seems like Naraku is against Kiky being his mate. But Inuyasha doesn’t seem to be struggling. Not with who his mate is, more like who he is.”

Breathing was a struggle at the moment but at least I could still think somewhat. “So you all know us from what? Dreams? How do you even know they were real?”

“I didn’t until I met you. And you’re more than what I could hope for. More than my dreams… literally.”

Grabbing my ankles, he pulled me along the floor and back into his arms, cradling me to him just before putting us together again. This time, his full weight was on me and I found it was pleasurable in its own way, not crushing or painful. 

But then he sat back, sitting on his heels and taking my hips with him. My skin stuck to the wood floor, making a loud sound that we both ignored. We were far too busy to care, wrapping my legs around his waist to stabilize. And free his hands, arching my back from his dick so deep inside me it was intense, to run over my body. As much as I loved the feeling of his shaft rubbing my walls, I loved his big hands on me more, slowly running them up my belly and across my ribs to cup my breasts. He rolled them around before leaning over and licking my nipples. It forced him to pause in his thrusts but I wasn’t complaining. Much.

“Miroku!!”

He chuckled, “now who’s intemperate?”

I huffed and wiggled my hips. “Still you, fucking me on my floor?”

“Forgive me,” he bowed his head a little, actually looking remorseful and I felt bad for saying anything, “but I’ve been waiting so long to have you that I refuse to wait any longer.” When he popped back up to look at me, he was grinning broadly. “I’m going to make love to you all night long, my dear Sango.”

I watched his muscles flex as he pulled me the rest of the way from the floor and into his lap. Then my eyes went to the ceiling because he was bouncing me on him with his tip banging against my dam. I felt heavy, but he was lifting me without struggle, his cock wiggling inside me and making me feel his lumpy shaft all the more. 

There was no escape, my mind was mush. “Oh GOD, Miroku!!!!”

I was falling, grabbing onto his neck and squeezing as I squeezed him, my pussy tightening to choke his dick. He just slowed his movements while I pulsed around him. When we stopped completely, he was biting my neck and coming, the vein on his shaft making him jump inside me. 

It was bedtime for me, feeling every bit the exhausted girl I should be after three orgasms. Pulling myself from Miroku was as tricky as always but he was tired too, thankfully. I wrapped a towel around myself and tossed one to Miroku, still on the floor.

“I’m going to take another quick shower before bed, okay?”

“Why?”

Flat out on the floor, he looked me over in confusion and want while the towel I threw remained unmoved. A pile of white on top of his junk. “I want to wash your spunk out of me and the sweat off.”

“Why?” I rolled my eyes but he sat up. “We’re not done anyway.”

I really didn’t think I had it on me to go again. Not now at least. “There is a thing as too much, you know?”

“Oh ho ho, not when it comes to you, Sango.”

Oh shit, he wasn’t kidding. Getting to his feet slowly was my saving grace, making it out my door before he could knock my feet out again. I liked sex and sex with Miroku was on another level, but there was only so much I could take in an HOUR!

He was on my heels but I made it to Kagome. “Did you just get out of the shower?”

“Kagome you have to help me, he won’t stop.”

She was alone in bed but things were off. I thought I saw Inuyasha in the kitchen but I was rushing too much to really look.

“Sango!” I didn’t have any time to think about it, my time up as Miroku grabbed me.

“Miroku! Listen to Sango!!”

For the second time, I was amazed. Because Miroku listened to Kagome just like Naraku had earlier. This was definitely going to be handy in the future, Miroku focusing on me and listening. “I need a break!”

“But… I want more…”

“So do I but I need to rest at least a little bit!!!”

I also wanted to cuddle. As much as I wanted to figuratively make love all night, I really couldn’t handle literally doing it. Forget the physical aspect, I didn’t want to be used even by my soulmate. I needed to be shown some love if he wanted me to continue. 

Kagome was out of the room and I really hoped Miroku had enough respect to not try in her bed. So I pushed him back a little, towards the door. “I just want you to hold me a little.”

His beautiful smile made my knees weak. “I can do that.”

It was the small squeak that alerted me, turning from Miroku and our destination to the frozen Kagome. She just stood there with her mouth hanging open. I followed her eyes and found myself in a similar position, Inuyasha lip-locked with Kikyo in the kitchen. 

When did she even get here?? I grabbed Kagome and pulled her away, forcibly turning her from the scene while the two finally broke apart. Inuyasha’s eyes landed on us and looked confused. Especially when he noticed the tearful Kagome in my arms. “What the fuck is going on here?!”

oOo

I didn’t care that it was late, all the more reason to force my in if I had to. I was surprised when my knock got answered after the first try and relieved when it was Inuyasha that answered the door. 

“Oh, hi Kikyo.”

He was purring, clearly happy to see me. I was happy to see him too, still in the clothes I left him in and nothing out of place. I wasn’t too late. “Sorry it’s so late but I really needed to talk to you.”

“Me?”

I nodded and followed him as he moved to the kitchen. He was searching the cabinets for something, coming across the glasses before being satisfied. “I want to talk to you about… you and me.”

He turned from the tap, filling a glass with water, and cocked a black brow up at me. I forced my eyes to stay on his face instead of his ears, they creeped me out. But they weren’t his fault, Kagome did that to him. 

“I think… I know you  and I would be happy together.”

His rich eyes dulled a little and left my face. Then he turned off the tap and set down the glass, slowly. “Kikyo… that’s not how it works.”

“Why not?! I want you, not Naraku!”

“Yes you do, you’re just being a hog, wanting more than you need.”

Ignoring the crack in my heart at his words, I stepped closer to him. He turned to face me and stepped back but I wouldn’t let him escape. “Prove it. Prove to me that we don’t belong together. That you belong with Kagome.”

“Feh, I can’t prove that…”

“Kiss me.”

He slowly shook his head, unsure. I just knew, knew if we kissed he would see. That it would break Kagome’s hold on him and fix everything.

“If you kiss me, it will either prove that I’m wrong and we’ll feel nothing or it will prove me right!” He hesitated with an answer because he was nearly mine with my logic. “Look at it this way, it’ll make you better. It will assure you of your feelings.” He still wasn’t sure so I played on his earlier feelings. “And it will only make you a better kisser. The more people you kiss, the better you get at it. Kagome will appreciate you working hard to make her happy.”

His ears popped up at that. Damn, Kagome’s spell on him was strong. All he cared about was pleasing her and it made me sick. Were Naraku and Miroku the same? Kagome’s playthings she sent our way to distract?!

I wasn’t going to let him think it over as he would be struck by Kagome’s hold for sure. Stepping up again, I grabbed the locks that hung over his shoulders, hiding his lack of human ears, and pulled him down to my height. 

The instant his lips touched mine, I knew this was right. I was breaking Kagome’s spell. He was letting me do this, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and licking it. He liked it, his hands going to my hips and gripping them hard. But then he gently pushed me back and grew pale. He wasn’t looking at me though, he was looking behind me. 

I had a feeling what it was and Inuyasha’s fear had to be from Kagome possibly sending him back to where he came from. Taking him away from me. And Kagome’s tears were from getting her spell broken, not any real feelings for the man in front of me. 

She didn’t feel what I felt for him at all. 

“What, the actual fuck, is going on here?!” Sango screamed, gripping Kagome tighter. Always her protector. 

“I’m just making things right. Aren’t I, Kagome.”

Sango glared at me for speaking when she just asked for an answer. “What the hell does that mean?!”

Kagome pushed from Sango but looked at the floor. She was guilty, otherwise, she would be able to look at me. “She knows exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Kagome?” Inuyasha asked, his voice pained. 

Glancing back at him, I saw the hurt on his face and it hit me and I turned my fire onto Kagome. “Oh god, you slept with him?!!”

Sango gasped and started to charge but Miroku held her back. “You slept with Kagome and then kissed Kikyo? Jesus, Kikyo could you taste Kagome on his lips?!”

I didn’t care about Sango. She had never really liked me. I focused on Kagome who was closed off completely, arms over her chest and glaring at the door. “You took advantage of him.”

“I didn’t…”

“But you did! He didn’t know what he was doing.”

“Excuse me?!”

Sango was still screeching, she had no clue what was going on. Inuyasha was still by my side and that spoke volumes. If I was wrong even in the slightest, he would be running to her now, wouldn’t he? No, Kagome had used her spell on him to get what she wanted. But I had freed him of it with a kiss. Just like the fairy tale.

“Inuyasha, let’s go.” I moved towards the door and when he didn’t follow, I turned back. He was staring at Kagome but she refused to look at him. “She doesn’t own you or control you. You are nothing to her now.”

His eyes stayed glued to Kagome but moved towards me now. Inuyasha was so scared of what Kagome would do to him for leaving her, he wouldn’t take his eyes off her. She may have used her spell to seduce him but she wasn’t the type to hurt physically. Kagome would never hurt me or anyone like that.

I grabbed Inuyasha’s hand and pulled him the rest of the way out of the silent apartment and the silence followed us all the way to my place.

oOo

“What, the actual fuck, is going on here?!” 

Sango had me in her hold before I could blink the image away. She thought she was sparing me but it was too late, I had seen enough. My own soulmate, the guy I’d just slept with, was kissing my best friend in my kitchen.

I Iet Sango continue to shield me because I feared what I wasn’t seeing. Was Inuyasha holding Kikyo still? Stroking her back or holding her hand? “I’m just making things right. Aren’t I, Kagome.”

My stomach turned, thinking instantly of my control over the boys. Miroku, Inuyasha, and Naraku all did as I told them without question many times now. 

“What the hell does that mean?!” Sango screamed, not understanding.

I was going to puke on Sango, so I pushed her away. But like hell, I was going to look at the two of them. Kikyo might be right about my control but that didn’t mean I had to look at the happy couple while they chewed up my heart. 

“She knows exactly what I’m talking about.” There was venom in Kikyo’s voice like all of this was my fault. But I guess it was wasn’t it?

“Kagome?” 

I could hear the hurt and confusion in Inuyasha’s voice and it nearly broke me. If I told him, would he tell me that he never wanted to sleep with me?

“Oh god, you slept with him?!!”

Sango was about to throw down, “you slept with Kagome and then kissed Kikyo? Jesus, Kikyo could you taste Kagome on his lips?!”

“You took advantage of him.” Kikyo spat.

“I.. I didn’t…” 

“But you did! He didn’t know what he was doing.”

“Excuse me?!”

I didn’t! I made sure not to say anything to him! He did it all of his own free will. Didn’t he? I wanted it, wanted him more than anything because… I loved him. From the moment I saw him I knew I loved him but felt it was stupid and crazy. Had my love forced him? He wasn’t pushing Kikyo away, he wanted her. And she didn’t have any control over him, all his feelings were his own. 

He didn’t want me, he wanted Kikyo.

“Inuyasha, let’s go.” I could feel his stare on me but I couldn’t look at him. If I did, I might beg him to stay and then he would. He was under my control so I said nothing. “She doesn’t own you or control you. You are nothing to her now.”

The door clicked and my heart broke, a sob coming as a result. “What are you doing? Stop them!!”

Sango was gunning for me now, angry tears flooding her face while sorrow flooded mine. “He should be with her. He wants her.”

“Bull shit! Kikyo just wants as many men as she can get! She is a greedy little glutton and she wants you to be miserable! She wants you to need her, Kagome! So she took the only person you needed more. I demand you go after him right now!!!” 

Miroku grabbed Sango and pulled her back while I escaped to my room. My bed was still a mess from where Inuyasha and I made love. If that’s what you can call it. The sheets would smell like him and I knew it but I still crashed face-first into them and breathed deep. I was the glutton, not Kikyo. 

A glutton for punishment.

[manawhaat]

Before I even start, I apologise for dragging you back into this pit. There it goes: fucking Ash!!! I’m in real deep in an Ash mood right now, and I mean /real/ deep, so, idk, share your headcanons pretty please? Also, extra points for headcanons involving tattoos/piercings.

Okay, I don’t normally do headcanons because I feel like I’m bad at them but.... ASH. Fuck. This man. *le swoon*

This ask has made me rewatch all of his episodes and I thank you for that lol. And this is going under a cut.

So I’ll start with piercings/tattoos. 

He has one on his upper right shoulder/arm that is some kind of Asian character and another on his inner right forearm (this one appears in 5x16, not in s2). He also has his left ear pierced, but those are definitely not the only body mods he has. I feel like he wouldn’t be Ash if he didn’t have a Chinese dragon somewhere on his body (back or calf, maybe?) and probably some other kind of tattoo: a sigil or supernatural protection symbol, a band logo, the name of some lucky girl from back in the day, his favorite equation, ‘Dr. Badass’ stamped on his tight little ass... I can speculate on what kind of tats he has and what I’d want him to have (tramp stamp) but what I really wanna talk about are his piercings! 

He’s got one ear done and that’s pretty tame, even for a dude. I’d like to say he might have his nipple(s) done, but as we see both of them on the show, that’s unfortunately out. I think he’d look so fucking perfect with little nippy bars, but as much as I’d love that...nipple piercings aren’t quite Ash enough. 

What is Ash enough, is a Frenum piercing. 

Maybe even a small, neatly stacked ladder of 2-3 that start below his head and go about an inch or two toward his base. No doubt in my mind that he sports one of these. He got it on a whim- knew a guy and just did it and regrets nothing. When they got to drinkin’ and it came up, Jo was initially shocked, but with Ash being Ash, he managed to get little Joanna Beth intrigued and curious as to what that looks like. And when she saw it, she just had to know what it felt like- on her tongue, and inside of her. If he’s got more than just the one, he got them just for her, just to see how she feels when they rub inside her sweet pussy.

Agh. Ok. Focus, Mana! Ash has a frenum. I think that would be about it. He might poke fun and get a tongue or belly button done on a dare, but it wouldn’t stay in. 

Ash taking you out on a date would be all the hooligan country boy shit you’d expect. Cheap bear, dive bars, burger joints, driving you around in a shitty truck or having to borrow a ride from the Harvelle’s. Taking you out to watch the stars, skinny dip in a pond, letting you fall asleep in the bed of the truck with his arms around you and your fingers in his hair. Any special occasion type shit wouldn’t be fancy, but it’d be from the heart. He wouldn’t put on a suit and take you to a fancy restaurant. That shit is boring. He’d discover a new star and name it after you, invent something for you, do things that are unique and special for you that play off of his genius intellect, resourcefulness, consideration, and creativity.

He’s sweet, but honest and up front. He’s confident in who he is and isn’t afraid of rejection. He asks openly and confidently for what he wants and won’t make a fuss if you’re not on the same page. He’s got thick skin, so he isn’t offended if a fine lady turns him down. And he’s willing to take things slow and wait as long as he has to for you to be comfortable. That won’t stop him from being his flirty self, but he wants everyone to have a good time. 

If he likes you, he’ll let you know by pulling you close and tickling your sides, smacking your ass when you’re playing pool, sneaking up behind and growling happily in your ear while his arms wrap around your middle. His kisses ride the border between fun/playful and filthy as sin. You can never know what you’re gonna get when he leans in for a kiss, but that’s half the pleasure of being on the receiving end.

He doesn’t mind a woman shaved, but his personal preference is au naturale. In his eyes, that’s as womanly as you can get. And if he ain’t a man who will fall on his knees for ya.  

He’s a gentleman in the street but a fuckin’ freak in the sheets. All the kinks! I mean, in heaven he visits Vātsyāyana’s heaven (the guy who wrote the Kama Sutra) which means in life he must have read it (it’s original language was Sanskrit), or at least been interested in it. 

There’s a reason there’s a sign on his door. Jo and Ellen know better than to even pay half attention when walking by lest they want to hear exactly what he and a lucky lady are cookin’ up. He’s got all the toys you can think of, and a few of his own invention. He’ll try anything once, and he loves to please. He’ll find a way to develop gills so he never has to stop eating you out. He loves the way you sound, the way you grab that short hair at the top of his head and pull him closer into you. 

He loves a session in his room (hello laser and light shows to enhance the fun) but he also really gets goin’ when he’s fuckin’ you outside in the elements with your back scraping against the back wall of the bar or down on a hay bale. The rain and thunder loud enough that only he can hear those little sounds you make for him, the drops of water wetting your half naked bodies wherever you are. The wind in your hair and snow on the ground making your nipples hard. The summer sun casting shadows on your face that make your lips look that much more succulent when he’s plowing into you, sweaty as fuck, hands struggling to keep their grip. That earthy aroma coming from between your legs and the salty musk sticking to your skin drives him over the edge every time. 

Let’s be honest. He’s a genius. He speaks several languages and is perfectly happy charming your pants off of you in any that you’d like to hear. Spanish, Latin, Portuguese, French, Greek, Romanian, Japanese, German, fucking Maori. He knows so many, just weird shit that you wouldn’t expect from him. And if he doesn’t know it, he can learn. Ash will never stop surprising you. He’ll never stop learning and trying new things. He’ll never be dishonest or disloyal. He’ll never not do his best to take care of you in any way you need. 

BECAUSE HE’S ASH, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[pomegranate-belle]

For Day 3 of MattFoggy Week: Matt Murdock Appreciation/Favorite Matt Moment

This is... Kinda late in the day to post, but I waffled for a long time. The next chapter of the Netflix/616 crossover would’ve been perfect for today’s theme, but it’s just not done yet. Instead, have some little bits and pieces from my WIP for the Marvel TV Bang, including one of my favorite Matt moments (who could choose just one??) aka Baby’s First Act of Vigilantism; apologies to the mods if these are still supposed to be anonymous but I figured that was just for art claims purposes--

((The premise of this fic is that NYC summons Matt to protect itself from Fisk (also a demon). Since the City has no soul of its own to sell, it lets Matt choose any person he wants. ;) Three guesses who the lucky winner ends up being--))

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When Matthew Murdock dies, his hands are inches from the throat of the man who ordered his father’s murder, close enough that he can feel Roscoe Sweeney’s body heat against the pads of his fingers, pulsing like blood. They get no closer than that.

He takes a single bullet to the base of his skull, and can still feel the burn of it when he no longer has a skull to feel at all.

Matthew Murdock falls through the cracks, the way he always has. His body is destroyed beyond recognition and dumped without ceremony or care into the East River. There’s no one to miss him. No one to wonder if his soul has passed on.

It hasn’t.

The devil in him claws to the surface, clings to the City, clings to revenge, laughs at the way the City – webbed with energy and darkness and pain like a cracked windowpane – clings back. And even when the rest falls away, all the senses that remain falling silent with no input at all, there’s a piece the City in Matt and a piece of Matt in the City. A seed of each one in the other, a place where they’re the same – ravenous, protective, wounded.

And so perhaps in the end that’s the reason – the reason that, eleven years later when the City feels its first stirrings of true fear, it pulls Matthew Murdock out of the nothing, out of the void, out of the Ether. Draws him like a blade from that empty realm of demons and offers him anything he asks for.

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The first thing he hears as he gasps in his first breath is screaming. Everything screaming. Himself, screaming. Every sense warring with the unprecedented, sudden onslaught of information. It’s like being blinded all over again.

… All over again.

Because he was. Blind. Before, yes. Before the aching gulf of nothing, before the Ether. Before it, he’d been… He’d been…

Matthew, the City seems to sing, soothing him from its barrage of sounds and smells and textures. Matthew Michael Murdock.

Yes. It all comes back to him, leeching through him like blood through veins – Jack Murdock, the accident, the orphanage, Stick… The mobsters.

The gun.

One shaking hand reaches for the back of his neck, but there’s no scar beneath his sensitive fingertips. Just soft skin and the wispy, silken brush of hair. The City has made him whole again. Bright and shiny and new.

And older. He must… He must be older, he thinks to himself, because he had been only seventeen when he died and he feels sturdier, a little taller than he did then. When Matt rubs a hand across his face, shakily assessing the differences in his body, he feels the itchy rasp of stubble where before there had been nothing but smooth skin.

The clothes he’s wearing are different too, not the simple, threadbare things he’d had on – hand-me-downs from the orphanage. Instead, the fabric against his skin is soft, gentle. High in quality, fitted like a dream. A button-up shirt, a silk tie, a suit jacket and slacks. Dress shoes. There are a pair of glasses perched on his nose. He pulls them off slowly, runs the pad of his thumb along the edge of the frames. Round. Matt slips them back onto his face. He tries to imagine the picture he makes. Professional, maybe. Like the lawyer his dad always wanted him to be.

A strange, contented feeling fills him that he knows is not his own. It’s the City, taking pride in its work, telling him, Look what We have made of you, feel the strength We have given you. And there is strength. A well of power so deep it almost scares him, thrumming under his skin, between muscle and bone.

The power of a demon.

Because that’s what he is now, he realizes with a shudder. A demon. One of the more-than-human creatures that stalk the streets of the City, that leave black Marks on the skin of the people living in it like dirty fingerprints.

The City has always had demons in it, and they have always had magic, but this? It’s beyond anything Matt recalls hearing about as a child or a young man. What he’s been given is fathomless. He could do anything with this power. Rip the world apart and put it back together.

But even with so much magic at his beck and call, he’s— cold. It’s like a hunger but it aches in his fingers and his heart instead of his belly. He… Needs something. Something…

The asphalt is warm under his feet, hums with life and energy, but not enough. The City can’t give Matt what he needs. What he needs…

That’s right, he thinks to himself. That’s right. A soul. He needs a soul. But even if the City is full of souls, it doesn’t have one of its own to keep Matt warm.

What warmth it does have surrounds Matt, strokes a summer breeze against his cheek and says— It’s ok. Choose one. Any one you want is yours, if you do as We ask.

And Matt is so desperately hungry for that warmth, and he loves his City – remembers, from Before, having always loved it, having learned that love from his father and from the people around him – that he says yes without any hesitation at all.

The deal is struck.

The City needs a protector, and Matt needs a soul, and then… Then the screams inside them both will stop.

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It’s not long into his summoning that Matt hears the girl crying. Every night, crying. Her father comes into her room at night, and terrible things happen, and she cries.

The City is used to those sobs, even if it doesn’t like them. To Matt, though, they’re grating. They fray his nerves, rub them raw. But this isn’t in his deal, this isn’t part of the plan.

Still, it… It doesn’t always take demon magic to fix the world’s problems. Matt phones in an anonymous tip. He waits, he hopes.

The crying doesn’t stop. It actually gets worse – silent and gasping and painful. Helpless rage burns in his stomach like cold fire, only enhancing the chills that shiver through his body. But there is nothing he can do, no part of this that he can wrestle under the heading of the City’s deal. And the City is used to the crying, even when it hates it. It has to live with every person in it, the girl’s father included – the City doesn’t love him, but he’s still a part of it, one flickering flame among millions. And the only ones Matt is allowed to harm are the ones the City summoned him to. There’s no cruelty to the way it ushers Matt far from the girl’s window, but it still hurts. Aches inside him like a festering wound that Matt worries will never be healed.

Until the girl does something new. Until the night that she sets a book, dank with mildew, on her bedroom floor with a heavy thump. Scribbles something into the wood of the floorboards in firm strokes of what must be, by smell and sound, chalk. Dark energy fizzles in the air that night, a summoning to be done, a deal to be made. A deal born of vengeance and terror and the desperation of a child betrayed. A deal that sings for him. And Matt is clever, and he’s powerful, and he’s the City’s favorite. The deal is his almost before he can think to ask for it.

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Matt’s hands are wrapped with cloth but the man’s blood seeps through them. It’s hot and soothing against his skin. He wants to bathe in it, use it to drive away the chill that still haunts his bones. When Matt flashes his victim a smile, his teeth are fangs and there are huge, twisted horns sprouting from his skull.

“Touch your daughter again and I’ll know,” Matt breathes, pressing a burning hand to the man’s jaw and leaving behind his Mark; a warning, a brand – equal and opposite to the one hidden beneath his daughter’s sleeve, a jagged mirror of Matt’s Mark that flares with malevolence instead of protection. “Touch her again and you die.”

“W-who are you?” the man demands, terror laced through every breath.

Demons don’t have names. Don’t remember them. They choose new ones, when they surface. And even though the City returned his name to him, Matt knows what he wants to say. Knows the message he wants to send this man and anyone like him.

Those Murdock boys, he remembers his grandmother saying, can almost remember the way the wrinkles creased her face, they got the Devil in ‘em. There’s nothing in Matt now – not even a soul – so he knows there’s no Devil in him.

Matt grins, savors the stinging, already-healing pain of the split in his lip.

“Me? I’m the Devil.”

And as long as that means he can keep the City safe, keep people like Eva safe… Well, Matt’s just fine with that.

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Karen’s companion smells heady and sweet, enough that Matt can almost taste it on his tongue. Enough that his fingers twitch with desire when he considers burying his nose in the man’s neck to better inhale his scent. Even more alluringly, the man’s soul swirls with magic – Matt is put in mind of photos of the galaxy that he saw as a child. It’s blazingly warm, like sunlight on the skin, and it dances when the man laughs a perfect, glittering laugh. A tremble born of arousal, of hunger, chases its way through Matt’s body at the sound.

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“Are, um,” Karen asks hesitantly. “Are demon Marks always black?”

“What kind of question is that?”

The stranger sounds puzzled, concerned, and the tone of his voice – so full of care, love – sends another shiver of pleasure down Matt’s spine. He wants that tone with a greed that borders on terrifying. Wants it directed at himself.

“Well.” Karen’s voice breaks Matt out of the trance. “Well, say one was… Red. What might that mean?”

The rhythm of the man’s steps stutters, halts.

“Karen, I have literally never heard of a red Mark in my life. Is there… Something you want to tell me? You didn’t, you know, make a deal or something, did you?”

“No!” Karen lies. “No. Just, you know, curious, I suppose.”

“Right.” Her companion doesn’t sound at all convinced. “Well, you know… You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Yeah, Foggy, of course. Of course I do. Really, it’s nothing.”

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Foggy, Matt mouths to himself, feels the shape of the name on his tongue. Foggy Nelson. It’s… Silly. Whimsical, and gentle, and sweet. Like the man it belongs to. Perfect.

Franklin Percy Nelson, the City purrs proudly – first-middle-last with no hesitation, not even considering the power that name could give Matt over the man strolling, unaware, down the street below him. The power to break free of any spell he casts, to thwart any exorcism he attempts… Even to bewitch or enchant him. It’s an intimate knowledge, but it’s not one Matt wants from the City – it’s not something he wants to use or exploit.

And anyway, he… He likes ‘Foggy’ better than Franklin.

But while Matt might be— enamored, he’s not a fool. Very rarely is anything as it seems at first— Er. Well. Matt isn’t much for glancing. But the point is that people aren’t always what they seem. And as much as he doesn’t want to think that this could be the case with Foggy… Matt’s not used to good things falling into his lap. He wants to be sure, to be absolutely certain, before he makes his choice.

He’s got a little recon to do. The City seems amused with he whole thing, and it doesn’t protest. Actually even seems eager to find out what Matt will do next. He takes this show of interest as the gift it is, and temporarily shifts his focus, from the City’s deal to Foggy.