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hi its me againnnn,,, ermm i would like to request poly billy x stu x (ftm, fat, hairy ect ect) reader again :3c but fluff HCs this time :3c
-🐛 anon
Ough these boys be home of sexuals in a world of homes of phobics , continuation of the other fic actually. Disk jockey reader. Again me and 🐛 anon are holding hands and frolicking through fields.
No pretty pic this time I'm reblogging this with memes I made for these fics
Fluff! Tooth rottingly sweet.
"catch my breath and hold it for me."
- you three are a power couple behind a closed door. Infront of people you have to pretend to be very straight with each other (as straight as you three can be, if you three were a line you'd be a circle.)
- to be blunt they're in love with you.
- you got custom rings for each other about a year into the relationship, to symbolize your dedication.
- and these boys take it very seriously. They keep the rings on a necklace they wear underneath their shirts when out , and wear them proudly on their fingers when around you.
- alone Stu and Billy are affectionate, Stu being more like a dog and Billy being more like a cat.
- Stu will run up to you and throw his arms around you I'm a big hug when you walk through the door of his house and Billy will wait until you're all sat down to come up and lay his head on your chest, and whisper to you Abt how much he missed you.
- in conjunction with this is their love language. Billy can be somewhat touch averse, especially after a rough day, or whenever, and has a tendency to pull away if the physical touch is too much, but he loves acts of service, and will often cook for you, and do whatever you ask of him including, but not limited to, murder.
- Stu's big on physical affection, and will hang off your arm whenever he can, hold your hand (he sometimes pretends to be measuring hand size out in public so he can have some more skin to skin contact even when it's not totally socially acceptable.), and kiss you often, but he prefers to do activities with you instead of for you, and tries to get you to do random things with him, it doesn't even matter what it is. You find yourself doing dishes with him more times than you can count.
- it can lead to some really tender moments, and you three really relish in these moments. It's one of your favorite parts of the relationship.
- Stu being trans means that when you're binding you get tons of reminders to take breaks, especially considering the fact that binding methods around this time aren't exactly safe. More often than not you find yourself in a stall with him while he massages your back and checks your ribs.
- Billy has an equal amount of worry, considering he's known Stu since forever and so is intimately familiar with trans topics, but he's less nice about it. He refuses to let you cuddle him or vice versa if you have your binder on. He also helps you take your T injections because Stu can handle a lot, but needles aren't one of them. He does T gel that's how bad it is.
- every night you all rotate who's the middle spoon (what else do I call it).
- Stu's absent parents mean that you've basically decided to move in with him. You don't have the most aware parents either. (Dead, probably.)
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You laugh gleefully, worn down black and white shoes thud against the concrete as you run past Billy and Stu and onto the top of the playground.
"Fuck you two! I'm the god of this bitch." You shout down to them, slamming your hands on top of the plastic tube slide making a hollow thudding noise that echoes dully in the cool night air.
Billy lets out a snort while Stu lets out loud bark of a laugh. "What? You don't find me powerful enough? Fine you don't get to watch the shooting stars up here with me." You promptly stick your middle fingers up "Have fun on wood-chips!" You playfully sneer, the bright smile on your face portraying the playfulness.
"Not if I can get up there!" Stu says sprinting to the metal platforms that lead up to the playground. You let out a dramatic gasp and race to them as well, giggling the whole time.
Billy looked on with a soft smirk, he eyed the playground and tried to find another way up, spotting a rock wall he snuck around while you jokingly wrestled Stu.
Billy climbed up the rocks, quietly sneaking up onto the playground, tip toeing his way behind you and locked eyes with Stu who smirked.
Billy wrapped his arms around your middle and hauled you back, making you let out a genuine frightened yelp.
"Billy!" You scolded before giggling breathlessly "Fine you two can come up here with me." You say squirming out of Billy's arms you smile up at the starry sky.
Stu sets down a blanket, and sits down on it. You follow and sit next to him leaning your head on his shoulder. Billy lays his head in your lap.
You hum a soft tune and relax into your boys, you and Stu's rings clicking together when you join hands.
Not long after twinkling streaks of light begin to dot the sky and you sigh.
"I don't think there's anywhere else I'd rather be." Billy says softly, and you nod with an awestruck smile not losing your focus on the lights. "Same." Stu says.
You don't notice their gazes locked on you and not the sky.
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-id be fucking dumb not to mention that you all regularly fuck with the radio station when you can.
- you like your job but it's funny to let Stu or Billy just say some dumb shit on air. Nothing too scandalous so you don't get taken off sir but enough to get a solid laugh out of you.
- Stu normally tells what I can boil down to 'haha funny penis joke' and Billy's a little more sophisticated. ('haha funny penis joke but less obvious' basically)
- let me be perfectly clear, Stu and Billy couldn't give less of a shit about what you look like, but the fact you're bigger than the both of them makes them all sorts of soft.
- they call you their 'big bear' and have accidentally called you that multiple times in public (mainly Stu going 'big bear!' when he sees you, he says it's an accident but it may be just to see the panic on everyone's face for a second.)
- Stu likes to wrestle you, especially if you're playing around or in general rough housing. He sometimes pretends it's just guys being guys but it's really just to be close to you in public. He also likes the feeling of trying to overpower you because he's definitely not in charge with Billy, but you're nice enough to let him pretend for a little bit.
- in an AU where they don't die, somehow aren't caught for their crimes, and don't do anything dumb enough to get them killed before 2015 they see the legalization of gay marriage across the entire united states. Billy and Stu have a big fight about who gets to legally marry you, of course you're all at the altar, but whoever legally marries you will get to change the last name of the entire polycule.
- you agreed on a hyphenated name but you can only have one of their last names and both of them aren't too keen on changing their name (Billy wins, meaning you're 'Y/n Loomis-L/n' Stu's 'Stu Loomis-L/n' and billy is of course 'Billy Loomis-L/n')
- by the start of the reception Stu isn't angry anymore and keeps repeating Mr.Loomis-L/n every time he has to say something to one of you two.
- for now you three have different last names but the exact same heart.
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moncherellie · 6 months
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☁︎ ⋆abby anderson + vocality⋆☁︎
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a/n: drabble of two gfs obsessed with tongue fucking each other... need! n not proofread girl im tired and thats work. let me be grammatically incorrect and horny
if i'm being honest, i don't think abby is a very big moaner
if you're eating her out, i think she'd be holding your head in place. she'd watch as your eyes roll back and you thrust your tongue in and out, feeling every ounce of pleasure as she rides your face and seeks her own release. she pants like a dog and grips your hair tighter in her right hand, all but shoving your face into her pussy.
her breathing is shallow but heaving- deep- rumbling and reverberating through the room. every so often, when you suck on her clit just right, she'll buck her hips up into you and stutter out a "fuck." there's no high energy, just the purest expression of intimacy. she doesn't feel the need to perform for you, no guilt for not having pornstar moans. this is abby at her most vulnerable, and you would do anything to have her cum on your tongue once more. the way her eyebrows furrow and her lip curls when she finishes is mesmerizing.
she shakes as you fuck her through it and you grin, knowing that she's enjoying it the most when she's completely silent. her throat is shot, so when she lets out a "holy shit, babe," with that cute grin, she's got a slight vocal fry.
actually? i take it back
abby would moan. but only when she goes down on you. just seeing you writhe and try to pull away because you're going to cum too early is the most fucking erotic thing to her. she grins and moans into your pussy, and you can feel the vibrations as she moves her head up and down to devour you. to me? she chuckles n laughs at you (lovingly) while she's down there, endlessly entertained by your reactions.
she reaches up to tweak your nipples, wanting to get her hands on as much of your body as she can. her big hands roam from your thighs, rubbing up and down, then trail to your chest, and your waist, using your natural curves as handles to pull you down by.
abby can't stop herself from making noise as she listens to the wetness and squelching when her tongue flicks your clit, fingers pumping in and out at a nearly impossible pace. something about knowing she's the one making you react the way you are makes her clit throb painfully. she's the kind of girl to squeeze her legs together and grind into the mattress because she finds you that appealing. get her a pillow to hump while she eats you out. call that enrichment.
so yeah. abby anderson is a PANTER when receiving and a MOANER when giving. no criticism being taken actually, inbox is closed. (kidding :3 talk 2 me)
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veenomsart · 7 months
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🚩R E D F L A G S 🚩
reblog to support the artist! <3 (me!)
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ovaryacted · 5 months
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Me writing for DI! Leon means I get to make him as hairy as I fucking want because I absolutely, positively, 200% believe that he has a nice happy trail and leg hair.
The manly hair testosterone hormones didn’t really kick in for Leon until he was 29 cause of stress and trauma, so when he could finally grow out that stubble it never left his face. But DI! Leon is a whole different ballgame. He’s not hairy like a werewolf (that’s more Carlos for sure), but he definitely has more body hair in that era cause he just kinda stopped focusing on it as time goes by.
You’d just like to watch him trim the stubble or shape it up, maybe even shave it off and let it grow back a bit. But you constantly tell him to keep it, that you like the way it feels when he kisses you or when he nuzzles into your neck. You enjoy the sensation of having his cheeks rubbing against your inner thighs as he eats you out, grabbing on to his head and pulling him in closer. Sometimes you’ll squeeze your legs around his head on purpose so you can feel the friction of the prickly hairs on his jaw scratching at your skin, only heightening the sensations for you.
Imagine riding him on his thick thighs and he has leg hair, feeling it against your skin every time your hips came back down on to his body. Think about the fact that he has a happy trail and trims his pubes a bit but doesn’t fully remove it CAUSE HES GROWN! So whenever you suck his dick so messy in the way he likes, the spit just spills all over and builds into a small puddle at the base of his pelvis. His favorite thing to do is watch you slurp it back up, how your nose nuzzles into his skin whenever you deep throat him. Don’t even mention the way he moans when you put his balls in your mouth, slurping on them like no tomorrow.
But the best part of it all? He loves it when he gets the white ring surrounding his cock when he fucks you. He wants to see the way you clench and cum around him, how your fluids stain his skin and pelvis, like your own personal way of marking him. He wants to smell like you, hell even taste like you. Probably enjoys putting you in a chokehold so you can feel his bicep curling around your neck, having your hands grab at his forearm and caressing the hair on his skin. If he’s not able to still feel the remnants of your release on his top lip, he’ll make sure it sticks elsewhere.
Petition to make him more hairy? Everyone raise your hands. I SAID FUCKING RAISE THEM! I KNOW Y’ALL ARE OUT THERE! Don’t be shy this is a safe space.
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ghostlywhiskey · 6 months
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all i'm saying is...john price wears those generic rectangle eye glasses when he's sitting at his desk doing paperwork. they'll slide down his nose slightly when he's hunched over writing something. he's comfortable in a pair of joggers and no shirt, leaving his upper body exposed.
and you'll come into his office with a cup of tea for him since he's been sat in there all day, barely coming out. he'll glance up at you and push the glasses further up the bridge of his nose and you giggling every time because him wearing glasses is a sight that never leaves his office.
after barely seeing him all day, you can't help reaching to hold his face in your hands while he's seated in his chair. leaning down as you stand between his legs to give him a quick peck on the lips, but he's turning it into something more. his own hands grabbing either of your thighs and giving them harsher squeeze.
"someone's handsy after being a hermit in here all day." you tease as you giggle against his lips, his own lips forming into a smile. pulling back from you, he glances up as he gives your thighs another squeeze.
"miss me?" price teases, but watches you closely as you nod and release your hold on his face. your legs readjusting so they are on either side of one of his legs before you sit down on his thigh. hands now back on him, but running up the hair covered abdomen to his chest.
"mhmm, give me five minutes?" you mumble, lips reaching to kiss up his neck. "glasses stay on too."
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celestie0 · 19 days
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thinking ab riding toji's big meaty thigh until you cum n pass out
his legs are probably jungly asf n so you feel static on your clit from the friction of his hairs n that's what tips you over the edge
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nickgoesinsane · 5 months
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Lazy Sundays with Finn…
You’re woken up by a warm, calloused hand mapping out the skin of your stomach, fingers sliding over the hair leading into your underwear. You blink blearily, squinting at the morning sunlight slipping into the room through the gaps in the closed blinds. Mussed blond hair comes into view as Finn ducks his head to nuzzle at the column of your throat, lips pressing against your pulse. “Good morning.” He says in greeting, cheeky.
You huff in amusement, combing a hand through his bedhead. “Feels like it.” You quip, very aware of the hardness pressing against your hip. Finn chuckles, not an ounce of shame in his body, and cants against you. There’s nowhere you need to go today, nothing to do, unless there’s an emergency. Though there are fewer and fewer of those nowadays. Not that you’re complaining.
You lift yourself off the bed and kiss him, pushing him down by the shoulders and nudging his thick thighs apart to settle between them. Finn laughs into your mouth, and the lovely sound makes you smile. You kick off your underwear and help him remove his own while he drags his mouth down the curve of your jaw.
“Need to shave.” You grunt at the feeling of his stubble scratching you when he fixes his teeth into the meat of your shoulder. It hurts in the good way— sends pleasure shooting down your spine like sparklers sizzling under your skin. Your hips grind down, your cock rutting against his. The delicious friction rips a gasp from both your throats, spines arching to press your chests together.
You slide your hands down his body to hike his legs around you, and he locks his ankles behind your back. Finding a rhythm is easy, years of experience in this push and pull of chasing the addicting high of release. The muscles in your abdomen tense, precum drooling from the tip of your cock as it thrusts against his.
“Harder. Please, harder.” Finn gasps, staring up at you with those pretty blue eyes glistening wetly. He looks so fucking pretty.
“God, you drive me insane.” You grab his hips to lift his lower half and thrust down a little harder. Finn’s prosthetic whirrs as the metal fingers grip your shoulder. His head tilts back, pale lashes dewy, and his thighs flex around your hips. The rounded nails of his flesh hand drag down your chest, leaving five raised lines at their wake.
“That feels so— fuck, I—” He can’t finish his train of thought, mouth failing to form the words that get caught between choked moans and whines.
You lean down and lick into his mouth, reaching between your bodies to wrap your hand around your erections. They’re slick with precum, wetting your palm as you stroke with a near frantic need. The kiss grows sloppy, interrupted by hitched breaths and soft grunts and senseless rambles. Finn’s hand clamps down on your nape, a muffled whine leaving him as he sucks on your bottom lip.
He comes undone first, eyes screwing shut and muscles rippling under sun kissed skin. His release paints your skin and his own, catching on the hair on your bodies. Finn grows lax in your hold, kiss swollen lips parted and tears rolling down his temples to soak into his hair. You follow with a swear caught between your teeth, the sight alone enough to push you over the edge.
Your hips buck with every wave of pleasure, spilling ropes of cum that add to the mess, moving until it toes the line of too much. With a satisfied groan, you move off him and roll onto your back, trying to catch your breath. Finn leans his head against your shoulder as he does the same.
“We need a shower.” You finally sigh into the morning air, the fan on the ceiling cooling down the sweat and cum on your skin.
Finn turns his head to look at you, flushed cheeks dimpling with a grin. “Wanna save water?” He asks playfully, nudging your ribs with his fingers.
You snort, unable to keep from smiling. “Absolutely.” You reply, knowing damn well you’ll spend more time getting even dirtier than actually getting clean. You love Sundays.
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empressnarria · 5 months
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To all of the masculine ladies out there with hairy armpits, bristled legs, big, bushy eyebrows, and “unusual” deep voices, remember you’re extremely desirable in Orcish standards.
That’s it. That’s the post.
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konigsblog · 9 months
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cuddling with toxic!dadbod!price is a delicacy as it doesn't happen very often. 'course he'll allow you to cuddle into his side, but he never reciprocates back. it makes you feel lonely, especially when you're on your period; wanting to be held by the brute, hairy man to tightly, just for once.
'til you're sobbing in your sleep, cramps hurting your sore stomach, throbbing and aching. it almost instinctively wakes him up - although he swears he couldn't care less about you. through his sleepy haze, he grabs you and spoons you. even though, you were unconscious, you immediately calmed down.. sudden whimpers of pain were replaced with soft snores, delicate and quiet. like the pain inside your stomach was replaced with butterflies, like you're a teenage girl again.
idk, just some comfort with the toxic, hairy asshole... really need him right now, just seems perfect to have him holding me :(
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Now that I'm thinking about König, let me just say that I think he'd have a beard underneath his sniper hood. I don't know if PMCs allow their operators to have beards, but this is fictional. Anyways, I like thinking about König having a beard because imagine rubbing your cheek against his bearded one.
It'd be such a nice sensation, feeling his beard while rubbing your cheeks together or kissing. And you could help him maintain and trim it, carefully shaving it to the desired length while he stays still in front of you. Buying beard oils for him and watching him happily use them to maintain his beard.
Just... imagine a hairy König.
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soft-mafia · 6 months
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Y/n when they see Buggy shirtless for the first time:
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*clawing at y'all's legs*
GIVE ME REQUESTS
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suntimeswolliw · 2 years
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HERE WE GO candy store au y/n and eclipse!
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occur-compare-word · 2 days
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ghostlywhiskey · 6 months
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I can’t get hairy chest Price out of my head 🫠 Just imagining riding him and running my hands through the hair on his chest and stomach, tugging at it a little, feeling his leg hair against my legs. Ugh god, he’s such a fucking Man and it’s too damn hot
im fighting for my life with you mfs.
he's so fucking warm against your body too. arms snug around his neck as you bury your face in the crook, whining as he grips at either side of your ass. hands directing your lower body up and down his cock, pulling you down harder each time.
"'s fuckin' good for me," he grumbles, fingers digging into your skin. lips attaching to to your shoulder as he nibbles gently before trailing kisses to your neck, sucking where right before he gets to your neck. your body pulling itself closer to him, causing your walls to clench around him. "always so eager to be clinging to me." price chuckles, one hand coming up your back to hug you close to him while the other remains to help guide your body up and down his length. your slick coating him as the sounds echo in the room, price groaning.
as your body moves, the friction of his body hair against your skin gives you goosebumps. the scratching sensation only adding to your arousal as you pull your head away from his neck to look him directly in the eyes, hands sliding to rest on his chest for a brief moment. you can't help but let your nails scratch up to his shoulders as you grab onto him for support.
"look at you," price mutters, the hand that was on your back now moves to grab at your neck. "needy girl you are. 'gon let me cum in that desperate cunt."
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trial-item · 3 days
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