#he's not a fan of being naked but it doesn't really matter when he's a lesser bug
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Kali. We think it's fun how she is incredibly impulsive and prone to terrible dog shit decisions and yet paranoid over any potential damage that injury to her body might cause. We also think it's fun to make it so the Pheromones Thing wasn't actually meant to Do That Kabbu is just a beetle who is pre-programmed to default to Flip Things. She is one of the worst possible candidates for werebeastification however it would be funny and we're fond of her because we once wrote 10k words of outline for a (still unfinished) fic where we randomized half the main characters and got Her as one of them and we got attached.
putting both of your pink bugs in the same post. we chose flowerling for kali because they're mostly support for other enemies and midge for scarlet because midges are basically bug bats. there's definitely A Story behind kali getting flowerling sap in her blood somehow
#bf#stuff i made tag#kali might not be really. readable as kali#this is because we do not like her design so we based this on the redesign that only exists in our head#her clothes have been turned into petals meanwhile scarlet has simply lost all his apparel#he's not a fan of being naked but it doesn't really matter when he's a lesser bug
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《 VirginRockstar!Eddie munson x GroupieFem!Reader
《 Summary: Eddie finally had it all, success, money, and fame. There was still one tiny problem he had.
《 Warnings: unprotected sex, Eddie is 25. Virgin!Eddie, multiple orgasms, over stimulation. Loss of virginity. Brief mention of birth control, subish eddie. A little spanking.
《 Word count: a little over 8k
A/n: Not proofread ignore any mistakes you come across. Please like, comment, and reblog to show support. Divider credit @cafekitsune
18+ minors dni
Year 1991
Eddie's life was at an all-time high. He had everything he only dreamt about back home in Hawkins, Indiana. He had money, fame, and adoring fans who loved him. Yet he still never had the opportunity to make a real connection with anyone. He still hasn't found the one.
Which was fine he didn't really need anyone right now. His life was too hectic for a partner. He was traveling all over the world meeting new people every night. He put all of his time and energy into music, and it paid off in the end.
He's surrounded by beautiful models and actresses, but never has he once been lucky enough to be intimate with any of them. He was a nervous and shy guy even after success. He never changed. He was still Eddie. Sweet, shy, and the same nerdy man who loved to play DnD and read Tolkien.
Eddie did have plenty of opportunities to lose his virginity in the past, but he was terrified. Most people would assume he was getting laid left and right. He's read the gossip magazines. He knows what people think of him. While he can talk up a big game, once it's time to get down to it, he just... doesn't.
He runs away. He gets too much in his own head. What if I'm terrible? What if everyone finds out I'm still a virgin at twenty-five? Those thoughts raced in his mind anytime he took a woman out on date, knowing they were expecting to hook up with this crazy rockstar.
His fear of rejection held him back, and now his fear of being a total disappointment was the new cause. He knows there's truly nothing wrong with still being a virgin. it's society who has a problem with it. Normally Eddie wouldn't give two fucks what people thought about him, but this was different. Most days, he actually doesn't care at all or even thinks about it. Until he's alone in bed with nothing but his overthinking brain.
All that would change once he saw you in the crowd. Not blinking. Then he saw you again when he snuck backstage to his dressing room. He managed to somehow sneak past a group of girls without much notice, hiding behind large security guards.
You were standing off to the side next to a crowd full of half-naked women. Eddie didn't mind all of you being there. As a matter of fact, he enjoyed the view after walking off stage. A crowd full of women willing to be his for the night. If only they knew.
Tonight was your first Corroded Coffin show. You've been waiting months to finally see them live. They have been on their world tour for almost a full year. Eddie Munson, their lead singer and guitarist, has had your eye since you first saw them being interviewed on Headbangers Ball.
The moment you saw those eyes and long hair, you were hooked. Once you found out they were coming to your hometown, you rushed to buy the tickets. You were already familiar with the security at the venue they were playing. So, getting backstage access wouldn't be a problem. One of the perks of making friends with the employees.
You didn't sleep with every band that came into town. Only the ones that peaked your interest. You'd never be caught dead in some glam metal band members' hotel room. You liked the thrasher types. The ones who looked like they hadn't slept in days. The bands who were loud and aggressive. Those were your types. The guys in that scene were generally more sweet and down to earth. Which is why you gravitated towards them. If you were good to them, they were good to you.
Corroded Coffin live at The Whiskey a go-go on October 31st, 1991.
You held the ticket in your hand, shaking with excitement. You were finally going to see them in person. You were actually going to meet Eddie Munson. Being a groupie wasn't something you ever intended on happening. It just did. You loved the music first and then got to love the people who created it second.
You weren't too fond being labeled a groupie. You genuinely enjoyed the company of these rockstars. It was never just about sex. You made a real connection and friendship with most of them. You always knew there would be no romantic feelings between yourself and whoever it was you got to know for the night. Or a few nights.
Only two days until Corroded Coffin would be in your city. You bought two tickets just in case your best friend wanted to tag along. She never really enjoyed this scene the same way you did. There was a thrill and rush you got that she never experienced or cared to. Still, you bought the extra ticket just to be on the safe side. Maybe she'd like to share Eddie with you. If she was down. You don't know why you were so sure he'd give you the time of day. But you were.
You were very sure of yourself that you could have him. Most bands had an after-party at their hotel when the show was over. They'd all gather on the bus with whatever groupie of their choosing and head off. That was your plan. Get backstage. Introduce yourself to Eddie and hope he takes you to the party....if they have one. Party or not, you were going to be his.
You've heard the rumors. You read the magazines and seen him out and about with some of the most famous women in Hollywood. The groupies that walked the sunset strip all had a little tale of how he was in bed. They would describe him as rough or very giving. Sometimes both. Some said he was gentle.
Others would say he was an asshole who kicked you out after he got what he wanted. You know, most of the time, you needed to take what they said with a grain of salt. From your past experiences with other bands. Their little stories were fabricated or over dramatized for the sake of attention.
Make no mistake that you didn't just want to sleep with him. You wanted to be his friend. Talk to him about his music. Have a connection with him. Listen to any crazy stories he might have. You wanted to have a life like Pamela Des Barres.
Where songs are written about you. Getting special treatment and tour the world with them. Have a rockstar fall for you even though that's a big no-no. You don't fall in love. You don't get romantic feelings. No matter how deep of a connection you get with one of them. It's hard not to. You idolize these men and women. But you knew it would only end in heartbreak for you.
The night of the concert you decided to go early and sweet talk the security so they'll let you backstage. You knew them pretty well by now. They know why you're there and have no problems with it. Your friend didn't tag along like you were hoping, but you're used to it. You'd figure you would chat it up with some of the other girls' backstage. They weren't your favorite to talk to. Too much jealousy and competition amongst them for your liking, but if gave you something to do in the meantime.
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Eddie had been scrambling around all day long, getting ready for tonight's concert. He made sure his hair looked nice and his clothes were laid out on his hotel bed. He's been hitting the gym a lot more lately. So his clothing choice consisted of no shirt and just jeans half the time. He's got a lot more tattoos since the last tour he has done. A full chest piece and both arms down to his knuckles covered in ink. He looked a little different now compared to just three years ago.
He was nervous. Eddie was always nervous before a show. No matter if there was a crowd of five people or hundreds. He was scared. He puts too much pressure on himself. He compares himself to his idols too often. Something he knows he shouldn't do, but he can't help himself. He was going to the venue early and helping the roadies unpack and set up the equipment.
Eddie figured he'd meet up with the guys and do sound checks and then help his team get everything ready. They were playing at the Whiskey. A venue Eddie was very familiar with. He's spent most of his time in the crowd watching his favorite bands play up on that stage. Eddie never imagined there would come a point he'd be playing up there, too.
Back at the venue, you were talking it up with one girl you've grown pretty close to. You didn't know her personally, but she was at the same shows you always frequented. Her name was Lila, and she looked like she walked right out of a penthouse centerfold. Long bleached blonde hair, big breasts and legs for days. Most of the other girls hated her, but she was always very sweet. She didn't make up one night stand stories to get "popular." If she didn't hook up with a certain guy, then she'd tell you. She never lied. Which is why you've grown to respect her.
"I hope we get to meet Eddie after the show ." She bounced from one heeled foot to the next. A large smile plastered on her face.
"Me too." You chuckled, watching as she struggled to contain her excitement.
"Doesn't matter which one of us takes him home as long as it is not one of those Debbie downers over there." She leaned forward to whisper.
"Why not have us both?" You joked.
Her jaw dropped." Yes! He can have us both."
You shake your head and pull her to walk over out by the side stage. You always got the best view from there. No one shoves or pushes you out the way. Plus, you could be very close to the band. Which is exactly what you wanted. The sound tech guys were busy putting everything together as the roadies were bringing in the equipment.
That's when you noticed him. Hair pulled back in a low ponytail. His bangs are longer, and loose strands of hair fell beside his face. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just pants and a chain around his neck. The tattoos on his arms and chest on full display for you. Eddie was getting the amps on stage with the rest of the crew. You heard them make a joke about which girl in the back they'd pick out for him. But you didn't care about that. You couldn't take your eyes away. He was truly more beautiful in person than on TV.
Eddie glanced your way a few times when he noticed a couple of people off to the side watching. He felt a blush creep its way up to his cheeks when he saw you gawking at him. Eddie still wasn't the best around women if he didn't prep himself first. He was a good flirt, but the moment he noticed they were checking him out, he'd turn beet red. The little blonde standing next to you had her eyes on the road crew.
You saw him make eye contact with you a few times, and your mouth went dry. You've been with plenty of rockstars before, but none of them have ever given you butterflies the way Eddie did. His big brown eyes look straight into yours, and your breath hitches. You tried to elbow Lila and get her attention, but she was too busy checking out a roadie. She was like that.
It didn't matter if they were the ones playing onstage or working for the band. If she found them attractive, she went for it. You nudged and nudged desperately, trying to get her attention as Eddie's eyes never left yours. But all you heard was her giggle next to you as she eyed up and down the guitar tech. "Alright, Ed, time for sound check." You saw Jeff peek his head from around the corner.
You lost her now. Her focus was not on Eddie anymore but his roadie. You wouldn't be surprised if she even stayed to watch the show.
Only an hour until the show starts and you were getting antsy. Lila was gone. She left not too long after the stage was officially set up. You knew where she ventured off to. Didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. You just wish you weren't alone. There was something so...exciting about tonight. You've been to plenty of rock concerts, but this one was different. You didn't want to experience it alone.
Corroded Coffin were still considered newcomers. Who got very big very fast. There wasn't a magazine on a stand that didn't have Eddie's face on it. From tabloids to Spin magazine. He was on it. The thrill of getting to experience him in person was coursing through your veins.
There was this lump of excitement in your throat. You wanted to scream. Get it all out. You made up your mind that you were going back to his tour bus or hotel room. He was going to be yours for the night. It didn't matter how many women were lined up for his picking. It was going to be you.
Finally, the lights dim, and the crowd has already gathered to their designated spots. You were still off to the side. Gazing up at the smokey harsh purple haze lighting up the stage. There is a backdrop with huge black lettering reading Corroded Coffin hanging up high. Gareth is already at his drum set, setting up for the rest of the guys to make their grand entrance.
Each member emerges from behind the curtain with a roar from this pretty large crowd. Jeff and Grant waved to the sea of people. The crowd is alive, and you can feel it. That electricity is pumping in your veins. The place was packed. Maximum compacity is five hundred, but you know there is way more than that here tonight.
The mic in the middle of the front stage stays empty. Eddie still has yet to come out and introduce his band. The crowd is getting more and more wild. The other members play some instrumental songs to help hold everyone over until he arrives.
The band picks up speed, and the lights switch from a purple haze to red. The entire stage was glowing. The smoke on the stage gets thicker. The crowd forms a mosh pit right off to the side from you. Some of them sneak on stage to dive back into the crowd.
Your eyes have not left the stage. Not once. You kept glancing back from the mic stand to the curtain. You wouldn't lie. You were getting impatient. Extremely impatient. You wish you still had Lila with you so you could have someone to talk to as time passed. Knowing her, you probably won't be seeing her around until the next band is in town.
You blinked, and there he was. A guitar slung over his chest. His hair hanging loose around his shoulders. The shirt he was wearing now tore and cut shows off all of his tattoos. He doesn't say anything. He makes his way to the mic with a cocky smirk on his face. Watching the sea of arms waving out for him. The band never slows. Eddie starts belting out lyrics to their newest single. His voice growling in the mic. You'll never understand how these guys can do this almost every night for months on end.
The veins in his neck buldging out with every passing lyric. The crowd here tonight has never been like this before. There was something so special about witnessing a group with so much energy and passion that it's passed off to the crowd. The floor beneath your feet vibrating. You can't tell if it's from the music or the stampede next to you. Whatever it was, it had you mesmerized.
Your eyes still never left, Eddie. He stopped playing for a short moment to address the crowd. "How is everybody doing tonight?!" The contrast bewildered you. Between his speaking voice and singing voice definitely would give anyone whiplash.
He scanned the crowd, looking at how chaotic it had been since he arrived. Eddie looks off the side and sees you there. Same spot at earlier. You must look utterly hypnotized, and truth be told you were. You couldn't look away. He's got some kind of hold on you. He smirks and looks back to the rest of the audience, but every so often would make eye contact with you.
Song after song, you noticed guitar picks landing by your feet. You hadn't seen the first three times it was done. Too busy watching him thrash away on his guitar. You're surprised it's still able to play after the beating he's given it. He's playing so fast his hand looks like a blur. A pick slapping you in the chest snaps you back to reality. You bend to retrieve it and notice there are now five picks total all by your feet. They're a crimson red with E.M. scratched in the back.
Eddie had been throwing his picks at you the whole time. You hadn't noticed until he plucked one so hard at your chest that you felt it through your t-shirt. He moves over to your side of the stage and crouches down so he's almost eye level with you. He's so close you can touch him if you wanted. Eddie plays the solo of their final song of the night right in front of you. It was like he was playing it for you. Time stood still. Just the two of you and the music. You didn't even realize you stopped breathing until he got up and walked away. Giving you one last look over his should.
Eddie goes back to stand at his microphone. His confidence is through the roof. His stance is proud. "Thank you so fucking much for coming out to see us tonight. We are Corroded Coffin!" He growls that last part out, and the crowd erupt so loud you know your ears will be ringing tomorrow. The vibration on the floor intensified. You were surprised that it hasn't collapsed in yet.
One by one, the members exit the stage. Leaving Eddie to be the last. He looked back at you one last time and gave a little wave. Did he really just wave at you? No must have been to someone else. Definitely not you. You kept telling yourself.
There is no way. He was giving you a lot of attention tonight. Maybe he was? You kept arguing back and forth in your mind as you headed out.
Before you can even try to find the backstage area again, there is a security guard handing you a pass. That was awfully quick, but you don't dwell on it. All you wanted was to find Lila and Eddie.
You rush to the back and see her sitting on a case that holds one of their bigger amps. Her hair is disheveled, and her makeup all smeared. "Where did you go?"
She jumps, "Oh hey!! I got preoccupied."
"How was the show?"
You snort. "It was amazing. They were amazing. He was amazing."
"Babe, that's great. Are you going to the after-party at their penthouse?" Lila goes to stand and smooths down her dress. "The roadie.. I forgot his name told me about it."
"Oh, I'm definitely going. The security guard gave me a pass. I'm sure Eddie told him to give it to me. He had been throwing these at me all night." You go into your pocket to show her one of his picks he had been hitting you with.
Her eyes widened, and a smile spreads across her face. "He wants youuu."
She looked over at the other girls, who were now ease dropping on your conversation. She rolled her eyes and went back to give you a big hug. A bright smile stretched across her face.
"Let's get going. There is another little roadie I got my eye on." She hooks an arm around yours, guiding you to the exit doors.
You don't see Eddie anywhere. He's not out mingling with any of the backstage crew or fans. You figured he was getting cleaned up after the show. He did look very sweaty. His shirt clung to his skin, and his bangs stuck to his forehead. You were positive you would see him at the after party.
The after-party was at this luxury hotel in the penthouse suite. Jeff, Grant, Gareth, and Eddie all had their own hotel rooms but used this one for mingling after their concert. There were tons of people here. Lila left you behind again the moment she walked through those double doors. She saw her roadie and planted herself in his lap and never got up.
You dabbled in conversation with their crew and had a pretty good talk with Jeff. He was the calm one of the band, and Grant was the funny one. When they got to bickering, it was like watching an old married couple. Grant would say some stupid joke, and Jeff would rub at his temple like he just came down with the worst migraine of his life.
While you were busy conversing with them, you kept scanning the room for Eddie. The sole reason you were even here to begin with. He wasn't here. At least not yet. You were wondering if maybe he found someone else to spend his night with. The thought of that riddled you with disappointment. Was he even the one who gave you the pass?
That didn't stop you from looking. The more you looked for him, the less engaged you were with the two men in front of you. The drink in your hand has become room temperature. More people have now rushed to join the party. The air was thick with smoke. The music was loud, and you started to feel suffocated. You excused yourself from the conversation to go to a less occupied area away from everyone.
As you're making your way past drunk person after drunk person, you see him. Eddie's standing off to the side with a glass in hand that contained a dark liquid. He looks freshly showered. His hair is still a little damp at the ends. You decided to muster up some courage and walk over to where he was tucked away all alone.
"You look lonely." You remark watching his face closely.
He swirls the brown liquid in the glass, causing the ice to clink. "Nah, jus' wanted a moment to cool down." He stared ahead watching the party.
"You know, just one pick would've been enough." You joked, hoping to lighten his mood a little. Eddie was coming off dismissive, but he's was just shy. He's never been good with small talk. As a matter of fact, he hated small talk it always felt forced more than anything.
He snorts, "Sorry bout that you weren't really noticing the first three I plucked your way, though."
"That's fair...."
You eye him and down, taking him all in. He looked good. Eddie notices you checking him out, too. His bites his inner cheek to keep calm. You're looking at him like you want to devour him whole.
"Wanna go somewhere more quiet?" You place a hand on his forearm and lean in a little close.
"It's pretty loud in here. I can't really hear you." You played innocent. You know what you were doing, and Eddie definitely knew what you were doing.
He gulps "Uhhh...sure". He straightens himself up, clearing his throat. He needs to keep his composure. But for how long? Would tonight be the night?
This alway happened he would invite a girl to his room or they would invite him somewhere. Things would get hot and heavy, and right when it was time to fuck he'd kick them out. Too embarrassed to be a disappointment for them. He'd rather be called an asshole than terrible at sex. Tonight? Tonight was going to be different.
He set his drink down by a near table and takes you by the hand leading you out a door you had no idea was there. Eddie walks you down an empty hallway until he's stopping at his room door. He takes his key out and looks back to see you behind him, staring at the fancy carpet. He was nervous but so were you. Just a little. Eddie had a bit of liquid courage in him tonight. He's usually a beer guy but decided to go for something harder to celebrate how great of a show tonight was.
There is a click, and soon he's pushing open the door. "You first." As he bows letting you enter.
You make your way in the room as he flicks on the lights behind you. It was large with a couch facing a king-sized bed. You take your jacket off, and he does the same. Eddies wearing a shirt that if it had anymore holes wouldn't even be considered wearable anymore. It does show off his arms and tattoos, so you're not complaining.
Throwing your jacket on the side of his couch, "You guys were really good tonight."
"Thanks the crowd was fucking insane." Eddie's making himself another drink at the mini bar. "Thought they were gonna go through the floor."
"Want one?" He offers calling over to you.
Shaking your head. "No, I had quit enough earlier, actually."
He nods respectfully at your decline.
Rounding the corner of his bar, he comes to plop down beside you, spilling a little of his drink on him. He's watching you closely, and you've never felt more nervous around anyone else before. You've done this plenty of times. Take a rockstar back to their room. Have some fun, and then stay a little while or leave. No one has ever made your heart skip a beat other than Eddie Munson. Who is now watching you intently. In this moment, you really wish Lila was here too.
You do it. You go right for it. This is why you're here. Why he took you to his room with no amount of hesitation. Leaning forward, you capture his lips with yours in a feverish kiss. You can taste brandy on his mouth as your tongue swips his bottom lip for access. Eddie still holding on to his drink, and the other is firmly planted beside him. You stop coming up for air. His chest is heaving, and his pupils are blown.
Eddies doesn't say anything. He was too caught up on from your kiss. He leans back in the cushions. Letting his legs spread wider apart. You take that as an opportunity to straddle his lap. Eddie stared up at you, and before you could say anything. His plump lips were already on yours. You grind down against him feeling his semi hard cock through his pants. He grunts in your mouth as your tongues fight for dominance.
You press down harder in his lap, desperately looking for any small amount of friction you could get. Wetness is already pooling between your legs. His hands move to grip on your ass hard as he helps you move against him.
You kept thinking to yourself that this wasn't real. You're actually not sitting in Eddie Munson's lap making out in his hotel room. He moans when he feels your hand dip down to rub his cock. Feeling how hard he was getting in his jeans.
Eddie breaks the kiss and stills your movements on him. "Wait, you don't wanna do this with me. He frowns.
"Why wouldn't I?" You're confused. Does he not like you? Does he not find you attractive and is only saying this to be nice so you'd leave? So many thoughts rush through your head in just a couple of seconds.
"I dunno. I just think you might be let down a little." His voice is small. He's not the big loud rockstar that was screaming just hours ago.
Eddie still won't dare look at you. Too afraid of rejection even to this day if he told you the truth.
Your brows furrow, and you laugh in disbelief, "Why would I be let...down? "
He rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated groan. He moves to get up, and you go to sit back in your spot on the couch.
Pinching the bridge of his nose. His lips were in a thin line. He was annoyed and embarrassed. Mostly with himself.
".....fuck I guess now is the time." He muttered under his breath.
"Ive never done this before." Eddie waved from himself to you. Hoping you got what he was trying to say so he didn't have to blurt it all out.
"Huh, do what? You're still so confused, but you're trying to understand him.
Not only did his music mean so much to you, but he did as well. Corroded Coffin was the first band you truly clung on to. The first band that you actually bought a ticket to see instead of sneaking in and stealing a seat. Seeing him struggle to find his words was truly tough to watch. You have so much respect and admiration for him. The last thing you want is to see him upset over something.
"It's okay Eddie whatever it is, you can tell me. It won't make me think any less of you. You tried to reassure him.
He takes a deep breath, "Fucking hell I can't believe I'm about about tell you this...I'm a virgin."
You blinked back, thinking he was just messing around. He was known to pull little pranks on people. "Shut up, you're lying. I've heard the rumors."
"Yeah, that's what they are, rumors, all lies." He chews on his thumb nail out of nervousness. Would you laugh at him now? Is he still this amazing rockstar? "It won't make me think any less of you." Yours words ring in his head, but were they true?
"B-but you've gone out with like very famous women." It's not that you didn't believe him or that this was a bad thing. He was a famous rockstar who could have anyone he wanted.
"Nothing ever happened, sure. I tried to get to know them and have a serious relationship, but most of them just used me to shed whatever good girl image they had going." Eddie confessed. There was a hint of sadness in his voice.
"So... You're telling the truth?"
"Yeah, I understand if you wanna leave." His tone was harsh, but he didn't mean for it to come off that way. He is getting defensive to protect himself from humiliation.
"I don't wanna go." You move to stand in front of him. "Do you want me to leave?"
"No," Eddie's voice is barely above a whisper. He finally looks at you, and his face softens when he sees no amount of judgment coming from you.
"Let's get on the bed." You push him so he flops back on the mattress. Standing between his legs hanging off the side, bare feet firmly planted on the floor. His shoes having long been discarded.
Slowly, you strip yourself of your top, pulling it above your head as he watched your tits bounce as you lift the shirt. You weren't wearing a bra, and you were thankful for that. One less article of clothing to getting in the way. Next was your jeans, and you carefully inched them down your legs along with your panties. Eddies eyes stayed glued to you as you became completely bare before him.
"You ever touched a girl before?" You crawl on top of him sitting just below his cock straining painfully against his zipper.
He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Yes, I've touched tits before."
"Not tits..here." You laugh, taking his hand and putting it between your legs. He lets out a shakey breath. Feeling the wetness between your legs as you feel his calloused fingers explore your entrance. Your slick coating his fingertips, getting them nice and sticky.
"Oh," he marveled, his eyes focusing on where his hand currently was.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good, Eddie." You purred.
You bite back a moan as he continued to explore at your opening. Your hand gripped at his wrist.
"Fuck." He cursed under his breath. Your pussy felt so inviting. Dripping wet like it was crying out for him. Begging and pleading to be fucked.
His finger glided up between your folds until they're grazing your aching clit. "Mmm, that feels so good." You praised and move both of your hands to place them on his chest.
Eddies watching and studying your face. His fingers rubbing sloppy slow circles on your throbbing clit. Your slick dripping down your inner thighs. You moan out his name and it takes everything in Eddie not to cum on the spot.
"Take your clothes off." You breathed heavy, feeling yourself already getting close.
He sat up quickly as you helped remove his shirt and pants. Leaving him in nothing but his blue checkered boxers. Tiny beads of sweat already forming on his face and tattooed chest. You take a moment to admire the dark inck, covering him almost up all the way up to his neck. You know It must have taken hours or even days to finish.
He lays there waiting. Watching and waiting for your next move or instructions. Whatever you were going to do, he was ready for it. Anything you wanted, he's all ears. Eddie was yours for the night as he wasn't going to chicken out this time. No running.
His cock forming a large tent in his underwear already. You can see a small wet patch from his pre cum. "Can I kiss you?"
He nods, moving forward to plant his lips to yours. You giggle, "Not on the mouth."
"Im talking about right there." You run your thumb over his leaking tip that's trapped in his boxers. A mischievous grin creeping up on your face.
Eddie looks a little dazed. Like he can't believe this actually happening to him right now. "Y-yeah."
You pull his boxers down letting his cock free. His tip was an angry shade of red, precum dripping down his cock. Your mouth salivating at his length. His cock was thick with prominent running down his shaft. It laid nicely against his belly button.
"You have such a pretty cock." You cooed taking his length in your hand. Eddie hisses from your touch. He's so sensitive that any amount of attention will send him just about over the edge.
His head falls back, and you can see his Adam's apple bounce when he swallows. He blows out a breath of air, trying to focus.
"Oh shit." He whispered to himself.
You take the opportunity to lick a strip up the side of his cock. He groans deep from his chest. He was going to cum he just knows it. With his cock still in your hand you slap the head of his cock on your tongue tasting the saltiness of his pre cum. Wrapping your lips around the head, you swirl and suck on him gently. Eddie throws an arm over to cover up face. His other hand clawing at the white duvet.
"I-if you don't stop, I'm not gonna last much longer." He managed to stammer out. Your mouth too busy working on his sensitive tip to even care.
You remove his cock to speak, "That's kinda the point."
Wrapping your soft lips back around him. You suck much harder this time, and his hips involuntarily buck. You smile, feeling a boost of confidence you are getting this type of reaction out of him. Felt like getting a little cocky. you decided to take him further in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat.
His abdomen flexing as his release builds. Your throat swallowing around his length. You pull him almost all the way out before taking him in your mouth fully again. Your head bobbing up and down his shaft. His hips bucking up again making his cock go deeper in your throat. You gag slightly as spit drips down your chin.
Eddies still hiding his face from you. His cheeks flushed. "Fuck....I'm gonna cum."
You bob your faster. You take absolutely no sympathy on him. You want him to finish. You want to taste and feel his cum sliding down the back of your throat. You say something in audible as your mouth is currently stuffed full. Your jaw is hurting and going slack. But you don't care.
Your main goal for right now is not only to make him cum, but make him do it as many times as he can handle. With no warning, Eddie grabs your hair and keeps your head in place while thrusting up in your mouth, making it difficult for you to catch your breath. Your nose brushes against the soft curls of his with each thrust he gave. His hips raising off the bed to push his cock in the back of your throat.
"Mmphf, ooh shit." He grunts, shooting ropes of cum down your throat. The saltiness of his cum is all you can taste. Eddies relentlessly fucking your mouth the way he wants to fuck your pussy as he rides out his orgasm.
Every low groan emitted deep from his chest causes your pussy to flutter, sending a shiver down your spine.
He lets go of you, and you remove him from your throat with a loud pop. His cum and your saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth.
"Christ, I'm sorry." Eddie apologized, He really tried not to cum so suddenly. He really really did.
You coughed a little, finally able to breathe normally again. "It's okay."
"Yeah, but... what about you?" He asked as guilt was starting to set in. He didn't want you leaving with ache between your legs that wasn't satisfied.
"Who said we were done?" You smile deviously at him. His cock still semi hard on his belly. You lay beside him, running your fingernails against his length. He gasps and lets out a whimper.
The difference between this Eddie and the one on stage is something you'll never forget. His cock twitches and you can feel him getting hard under your touch.
"Scoot up on the bed for me." You instructed, wanting him to get nice and comfortable before continuing.
Eddie listened and moved higher up on the bed until his head hit the pillows.
You move to straddle him. His cock sitting just above your pussy. He's looking at you in awe. Like you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, and he's completely at your mercy. And you are. And he is. As of right now, if you told him to run naked down the hallways, he'd do it. Eddie would do anything you told him to.
You rise and scoot forward some more so his cock is between your wet fold. You rock back and forth on him. He moan as you rubbed yourself on his cock. Your aching clit is finally getting some much needed attention. His chest is rising and falling rapidly.
Eddie moves his hands so they're holding on tight to your hips. You grind on him harder and faster. Your juices soaking his thick cock. That's it he was going to cum again. It was too much. What was left of his cum you didn't clean off was currently making a mess all over your pussy.
"F-fucking! hell." Eddie breathed, his fingers digging deep into your skin. He could feel another orgasm approaching him.
You felt yourself growing closer, too. The veins on his cock pulsating between your legs. Your pussy rubbing against him so deliciously. His tip nudging at your clit. Your legs tremble. Eddie bites down hard on his bottom lip almost drawing blood. His eyes glossed over. He was in pure extacy.
Eddie couldn't get enough. The feeling of his cock gliding between your slippery wet folds. It was driving him wild. If just by doing this felt incredible. Then he can't even comprehend what it must feel like to be buried in your pussy.
You had him drooling and unable to think straight. Nothing his own hand and a dirty magazine has ever been able to accomplished. Whatever his own imagination concocted was nothing compared to you. Nothing at all.
"You....this--fuck I can't even talk." Eddies whimpering and whining under you. He has a vice grip going from your ass and back to your hips. Moving them to hold on for dear life or smoothing over the softness of your skin.
"Oh my god!" he croaked. The bed rocking back and forth as you grinded on his cock. The pictures on the wall shake as you go faster. He watches as your breasts bounce, putting him in a trance.
Your climax quickly approaching, but you try to push it back. You wanted him to cum. You'll get yours later.
You feel him twitch again, and he curses under his breath. The grip he has on your hips starts to hurt. "I'm cuming...oh fuck I'm cuming." You haven't stopped moving as his cum shoots out onto his stomach and chest. Tears spring to his eyes and pour down his cheeks. Both of your minds are clouded. You stop grinding, letting him come down from his high.
He lays there limp arms out stretched after letting you go.
"I..youre so fucking amazing." Eddie finally spoke up.
You move back off him letting his cock rest up before you continued anymore. If only others could see him right now. Completely fucked out and you've only just begun. His skin is shiny with a sheen of sweat in the lighting of his hotel room. Eddie would never forget this moment or you for that matter. If he could take you on tour with him and never let you leave, he would.
"Hey, pretty boy, you okay?" You coaxed, running a hand down his cheek.
He doesn't speak, still trying to collect himself. "Mmhmm." Was all you managed to get out of him. His cock was surprisingly still hard.
"Are you ready to feel me now?" You leaned over to whisper in his ear. Licking a strip up his throat before biting down, leaving a tiny little bruise behind.
"Fuck yes." His husky voice as he replied. His eyes are closed, preparing himself for you.
Eddie was ready for this. More than ready. He made himself wait long enough out of fear and anxiety.
"Need your cock so bad." You playfully whine. Hearing that drove him crazy. He doesn't think he'll ever tire listening to someone beg for his cock from now on. Not after tonight.
You smile and move to lean up. Taking his length in your hand and aligning him up at your opening. His breath hitches as you take just his tip in you. Eddies mouth hangs open as he watches you slowly sink down on his length.
You take him inch by inch teasing him as you do. He's so thick it's going to take time adjusting to his size. You don't think you're ever going to feel as full as you will tonight. Somehow, you wonder if Eddie truly knows just how big he is. He has to have an idea? Right?
You continue sinking down on his cock while its spreading you open. It was pleasure and a little pain feeling him splitting you open like this. Your pussy dripping for him. "Ooh, Eddie."
He's biting hard on his closed fist. Fighting hard to contain whatever animalistic moan is threatening to escape. The tip of his cock is a shade of red that's almost purple. The veins in his neck protruding out.
"Please fuck me." He begged you.
Eddie Munson just begged you to fuck him. He's actually begging.
you most definitely are not forgetting tonight and will most certainly never tell anyone. Not even Lila. Sorry, she had a chance to be here and instead picked a roadie. The boost of confidence that just surged through your body after hearing him.
"I-i don't care what you do jus fuck me oh fff-god please!" Eddie whined as he rushed to feel your pussy hugging around his cock.
"Relax, I'm g'nna fuck you." You teased.
Finally you bury him deep inside you until his cock has fully disappeared. You both sigh in unison at the relief. You sit still, allowing yourself to get used to the intrusion. You roll your hips, taunting him a little.
"Sweetheart, dont tease me. I need you." He begs you some more.
"Mmf! god!, you're so big." You whimper. Eddie's cock stretched your sensitive walls the way no one else ever has.
You brace your hands on his abdomen. Eddie, out of nowhere, slaps your ass hard. He was growing extremely impatient all of a sudden. Grabbing your attention immediately. You nod, blowing out a breath of air. Rolling your hips some more before lifting them up and slamming yourself back down on him. His pubic hair tickling at your clit. Your both moaning together as his hips thrust up to meet yours. His tip hit that spongey spot on your walls.
"Fuck fuck... it hurts", Eddie cried with a strangled moan.
"Want me to stop?" You asked stopping yourself from gliding your pussy on his length.
"No! Don't stop!" He half shouts.
"I like it."
You quirk an eyebrow at him. His eyes look into yours, pleading for you to keep going. You lift yourself up and gingerly sink back down on his cock.
"Faster." Eddie demanded with a croak in his voice. You don't hesitate for a second. You lift up and start bouncing on his length at a frantic pace.
The springs in the mattress squeaked from how hard you rode him. Eddies face twisting up, and you know he's about to cum once more. He's blabbering nonsense beneath you. Mumbling to himself, "it hurts... so good," and "You're so tight."
He moves one of his hands to grip and spank your ass harshly. You know he is probably mimicking what he's seen in porn but you dont mind. You enjoyed it. Your pussy making a loud wet schlick noise as Eddie's cock stretched you open.
"Ahh! Eddie." You moan out for him.
"Keep fucking me.....dont stop. Dont f-fking stop." He grunts. His eyes half lidded as he watched you ride his cock. "Goddamn, you're wet!"
You feel your release building back up. You reach a hand between your legs as Eddie watched you. You rub tight circles on your sore bud.
He leans up on his elbows, looking on as you play with yourself. He was getting close again. Another orgasm threatening to spill out of him. Eddie is surprised he's about to give you another. he knows he's about to cum for the third time tonight.
"W-wanna cum again for you." Eddie lets out a small whimper. He sounded so needy.
"Oooh baby." You mewl. Your mouth creating an O shape. Your eyes are closed tight, and your thighs shake. You feel that coil in your belly tightening. "Spank me again." You begged him.
Eddie does as he's told and slaps your ass hard, causing it to ripple. The sound of skin slapping bouncing off the wallpapered room.
He feels your walls pulsing around his cock and he thrusts up repeatedly hitting that spongey spot inside you just right. Your hand moving faster circles on your clit as you struggle to keep riding him.
Eddie keeps thrusting his cock up in your pussy over and over again. It doesn't take much longer before your orgasm is ripping through your body. You let out moan that almost resembles a scream. He's watching you come undone before him. A hint of pride hits him, knowing it was him who did that to you. You won't be surprised if hotel security is called to check and see if any is hurt. The noises coming from this room would cause anyone to be concerned.
Your nails digging in his chest while his cock helps you ride out your orgasm. Your body spasms above him. You lean forward to bury your face in the crook of his neck. You stay like that while Eddies sweaty skin and leftover cologne invading your nose. Sitting back up your mind feeling foggy and your face tingles. White dots appearing in front of you.
"Sweetheart I-I can't cum inside you." Eddie rasped his face tear stained. His eyes look at you sadly.
"I'm on the pill it's okay." You reassured.
He nods and you move your hips to easily ride on his cock. Your pussy clenching up around his length was sending him over the edge. You were so tight. So wet. His balls are completely saturated in your creamy juices.
You feel his length twitch against your walls. Just a few more pumps of his cock and he's spilling his load for the third time. Eddie cums so deep and hard inside of you he forgets how to breathe for a moment.
His toes curling and eyes go crossed. His mouth hanging wide open. He shoots a hand up to press against the headboard, bracing himself. You're relentless on top of him. Bouncing on his cock the bed is smacking the wall with so much force.
"Fuking christ." He grunts, his head digging back into the pillow. His back arching. You don't stop bouncing up and down on him like a bunny until you've milked him dry. His cock growing more in pain by the minute.
"C-cant cum again" Eddie pleaded. His cock hurt and it was now unbearable. Not like how it felt before when the pain was enjoyable. He can feel himself, getting close again.
Eddie just can't do it. He wants to, but he can't. He wants to fill you up with his cum again. He wants to make a mess of you the same way you did for him. Unfortunately his cock is too worn out and and sensitive to give you another.
You listened and halted.
"No more." He breathed.
"Want me to stop this time?"
Eddie nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. Regretfully, he had to stop. He's drained in more ways than one.
His face all the way to his neck is beet red. If his chest wasn't covered in tattoos, you'd guess he was that color all over.
He lets out a shuddered breath, running a hand in his hair. You take the opportunity to carefully remove him from inside you. Wincing a little at the sudden loss. His cum dripping out of your pussy and down your trembling legs a little getting on him as well. Eddie is quivering beneath you. There is a trail of his cum left behind on his abdomen and chest from his previous orgasm.
You laid back down next to where he was. His cock sore and tired from the abuse you just gave it. You and Eddie lay there not speaking for a while. The only sounds are low hums coming from the A/C. Your breathing evening out.
"Ya okay?" You asked softly, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, I...I feel fan-fuckin-tastic, actually." Eddie laughed, recalling what just happened.
"Well, I should probably get ready to go now." You announce trying to hide the sadness in your voice.
"You're not gonna stay a little longer?" He moves to sit up.
"D-did you want me to stay?" You eyed him curiously.
"....well, yeah." His voice now very horse from grunting for so long. He shifts to look you in the eyes. Letting you know he's serious.
"You can sleep here if you want and leave in the morning. Check out isn't until 11:am."
"Oh okay..I'll stay." You smiled over to him.
"Cool! Hey, did you want to hear this new song I'm working on?" Eddie exclaimed, trying to stand on his wobbly legs.
He carefully walks over to his guitar, still completely naked, and his hair disheveled.
"Is that even a question?" You pick up his discarded grungy t-shirt throwing it over your head. You never realized how cold his room felt until now.
For the rest of the night, Eddie spent the majority of the time playing you little snippets of songs he's been writing. He'd ask you for honest feedback, which you gave.
"Ya know, I'm definitely gonna be writing a song about you." He stated, strumming lazily on his guitar.
Your eyes widened as you laughed at what you thought was a joke." You're serious?"
"As a heart attack." Eddie smiled before getting off the couch, tackling you back on the bed and attacking your neck. Having you both giggling like maniacs.
After this night, you became a legend in your own right. You swore you'd never tell a soul about this, but It didn't take long after the song was officially released for everyone to put two and together. Eddie kept his word about writing a song after you. He didn't mention you were his first, but that's okay. That can be your little secret together. The best kept secret.
Corroded Coffin would go off to win two grammys and headline stadium tours. You went to see them when they came into town, and Eddie gave you the VIP treatment. You promised yourself you wouldn't catch feelings. That was hard to do when he would serenade you in his hotel room.
Eddie was too charming and caring to avoid any of that. You knew better, and you curse yourself for even going against your own set of rules. You were sure Eddie didn't feel the same. He just had a special bond with you after you took his virginity. He definitely didn't possess any true feelings for you besides admiration and friendship. Or did he? Only time will tell.
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Frat Boy - Part II
Part 1
The day of the incident was nothing if not a regular fucking day. Eddie didn't know if that was for the better or worse.
After it happened, he kept wondering if he would've done things differently. If it would've made a difference if he had.
In the end, he doesn't think it would've changed anything.
Because ever since Eddie laid eyes on Steve, with his dumb backward cap with the college logo and his too-tight shirts that left little to the imagination, he knew he would do anything for him.
And yeah, it didn't even matter the amount of shit his friends gave him because he was hooking up with the Delta Chi president. They didn't even know the worst of it all. Eddie was fucking falling for Steve so fast it made him dizzy.
But that was something he kept close to his chest. Didn't want anyone else to know about it, even if he was pretty positive Steve already knew, from the way Eddie kissed him.
Like he needed him to breathe.
So when Steve casually asked Eddie if he would like to go with him to his family's vacation house during Spring Break, Eddie didn't even blink before saying yes.
Didn't even think about what that would entail. And obviously, it entailed a lot of things. As president, Steve had a lot of commitments with his fraternity, even during Spring Break.
The thing that made everything worth it, though, was that despite the full agenda during the day, Steve was all his during the night. And since they were alone in the Harrington's huge mansion, Steve could be as loud as he wished as Eddie fucked him into the mattress.
So really, Eddie had no complaints. He would chill at the house while Steve was out and about doing God knows what and he would jump his bones as soon as Steve was back, their clothes usually discarded in the living room with their rush to get naked together.
And Steve just made the prettiest, most delicious sounds Eddie had ever heard. He moaned Eddie's name like a fucking prayer and it got him every single time. Steve clung to him, nails leaving red marks on his back as Eddie pushed inside him and drove him to the edge.
Steve wasn't a fan of being quiet, but when they were at the Delta Chi house he was a little more courteous towards the others. That didn't mean Eddie didn't try his best to make him lose it, just for the fun of it.
On the day of the incident, Steve was particularly insatiable. Eddie had already fucked him in the kitchen earlier and they had climbed the stairs and were chilling on the bed together when Steve started to get horny again.
Eddie honestly loved it when he got like this. He thought it was probably because their little vacation was coming to an end and soon they would be back to the reality of quiet fucking at the Delta Chi house.
Steve started to rub himself on Eddie's side and it didn't take long for both of them to be completely hard. But differently from what had happened in the kitchen, this time felt more… Soft, somehow.
Eddie had started to notice how Steve liked when he was soft. He would fuck Steve looking into his eyes, whispering sweet praises in his ear as Steve came undone under him. It was probably one of his favorite ways to do it, and something he kept only for Steve.
Eddie had never fucked someone else like that.
Even if Steve didn't know that and even if Eddie was totally aware that the L-word should be kept far away from his… situation-ship with Steve, he still indulged in it, because they both liked it.
So Eddie was buried inside Steve, completely bottomed out. Steve had his eyes locked on his, and he was letting out little huffs that told Eddie he was getting close. In the morning, they would come back to the campus. But tonight, Eddie would make sure Steve was coming as many times as possible, always with Eddie's name on his lips.
He pulled out and pushed in again and watched as Steve shut his eyes and came all over his stomach, his dick trapped between their bodies in the way Eddie knew he loved.
Eddie knew he was close, so he kept going, knowing Steve also loved the oversensitivity as he came down from his orgasm. He was so close his stomach was all tight. And then the fucking door swung open.
Eddie jumped, his brain unable to form a coherent thought. He was scrambling away from Steve out of pure reflex and he watched as Steve's expression went from surprised to angry in a matter of seconds.
"What the fuck is this?" said a voice from the door. Steve's eyes were about to bore a hole into the man standing there.
"I could say the same thing," Steve spat. Eddie could see he was shaking.
"I should've known there was a reason why you were so interested in your responsibilities all of a sudden. It was just a plot to try and distract me from this."
The man crossed his arms, completely unbothered that he was interrupting something.
Steve got up and threw the sheets over Eddie and he was fast to cover himself with them. But he stood there, looking at the man with a bored expression.
"Is there something you want? We were in the middle of something," Steve said and Eddie watched the man roll his eyes.
"We'll be having words about this when you're back home. You're not getting off the hook that easily, Steven."
Eddie flinched with the harshness of the words and the fact that whoever this was, it was using Steve's whole name. But Steve stood there, unbothered.
It was like they were fighting a silent battle to see who would fold first. The man let out a long sigh before retreating from the door, leaving it open.
Steve huffed out in annoyance before walking and shutting the door loudly as if trying to make a point. When he looked back at Eddie, he could see there were some cracks in his expression.
"What… Was that?" Eddie asked when he thought his voice wouldn't shake too much. That was probably one of the scariest and most embarrassing things he had ever gone through.
Steve crossed his arms, still naked, and shook his head. "It was just my father."
Eddie hoped the ground would open and swallow him whole.
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Bay!Mikey x Reader, NSFW, inspired by art by @thejudiciousneurotic
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Mikey is thinking about you.
Again.
But, come on, it's not his fault! Yesterday, when you dropped your phone and knelt down to pick it up… How is he supposed to see that and not have the image seared into his mind? The image of you on your knees at his feet, looking up at him with those… those eyes, and that face, and that mouth and-
God. You're so beautiful. He can't help but imagine how your pretty lips would look wrapped around his cock.
He's being, like, super creepy, isn't he? Friends don't think about friends when they jack off, do they?
…But he really, really doesn't want to stop.
He can almost pretend his fist is your mouth. It feels good, but he knows you'd be even better. You'd be… so, so good. So good for him.
He wonders if you'd make little noises while you took him down your throat. And what about those eyes? Would you keep those big eyes open while he fucked your pretty mouth? Keep them on him? Would little tears gather in the corners?
Would you let him lead? Let him tangle his fingers in your hair and move you how he wanted?
Fuck, he wants you. He wants you so bad it's insane. He doesn't even care what you'd be like, he knows it would be incredible no matter what. You're perfect.
Your name slips out of him as he strokes himself faster. It feels… really good to say it out loud. He groans it again, louder than before, bordering on desperate as he chases his release. He wants you. Fuck he wants you. He's close, with the thought of you kneeling between his legs. The thought of your mouth, your eyes, your everything. You'd be so, so-
The door starts to open suddenly, and frustrated irritation ripples through him. His brothers were supposed to be out for at least another hour, but either way they should know to at least knock first when the door is closed.
Well. At least he'll get to embarrass whoever it is. All three of them have walked in on him before, and they always end up absolutely mortified. A smirk is already pulling at his lips, but then the door opens all the way and he sees that it's you.
It's you.
“Oh, shit!” He leans forward, pulling his knees together and trying to hide himself. His heart lodges in his throat, and he watches you realize what you just walked in on. Watches you freeze, watches your eyes widen and your face flush and your mouth - that mouth, oh God - fall open in shock.
For what feels like an eternity, you and Mikey just stare at each other. Then you blink, and your mouth closes. You step further into the room, closing the door behind you before pressing your back against it.
You're still staring at him. Burning holes into his eyes with your own. And he's sitting on his bed completely fucking naked except for his mask, and his dick is somehow still rock fucking hard in his hand, and oh my god you just walked in on him jacking off to the thought of you.
So this is what it feels like to be the embarrassed one in this situation. Huh. He's not a fan.
You're still staring.
“Uh…” He clears his throat, shifting awkwardly on the bed. “What-”
“You said my name.”
Oh God. He had said your name. Not exactly quietly, either. Shit, shit, what was he supposed to say? Answer!
“Yeah, I. I did.”
Your eyes flick downward for a split second before they return to his face. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips, and come on. Come on! That's not fucking fair.
“Were you… thinking about me?” You ask.
Shit. Say no, he thinks. Say no!
“...Yes.” Shit! You're going to hate him, oh God, you're probably super grossed out! Fix it! “I'm really sorry, Angelc- I mean! Uh, I can stop calling you that if you don't - if this is, like - I mean, I just think you're really really beautiful and I really like you and-”
STOP TALKING WHAT THE FUCK!
Mikey closes his eyes and groans. Imagines dying of embarrassment. Or launching himself into the sun. Or just dissolving into dust and scattering across the earth.
When he opens his eyes again, somehow you're still here. And for some reason, you're walking closer.
What the hell is happening?
You get close enough that he could reach out and touch you if he wanted. There's something in your expression that he can't read, but to be fair he might be a little distracted by the sight of your lips up close, still wet from when you'd licked them.
“Mikey.” When he finally meets your gaze, you let out the cutest little laugh he's ever heard. “You do realize I've been flirting with you for weeks, right?”
It takes him a solid ten seconds to register what you said. He blinks, his brow furrowing as he thinks back to his last several interactions with you.
Oh. Ohhhhh.
He watches you, just to make sure you're not joking.
You're not joking.
When it clicks, when he finally lets himself believe it, he can't stop the ecstatic smile from spreading across his face. You smile back at him, and he thinks his heart might actually burst out of his chest. Holy shit. You like him? You like him?!
A hand on his arm pulls him from his thoughts, reminding him that he's still very much naked on his bed in front of you. You seem to remember, too, and he sees your eyes drop to his hands where they're covering his dick.
“I know this is kind of fast,” you whisper. “But can I…”
There's no way this is real. There's no way this is actually happening. “You want to…”
You press your lips together and nod, glancing back up at him with trepidation.
Mikey feels his eyes get impossibly wide. He's got to be dreaming. This is too good to be true.
But he's certainly not going to say no.
He nods in return, pulling his hands away and watching in disbelief as you climb onto the bed and settle in between his legs. You watch his face for a moment. Whatever you see must satisfy you, because then you lean down, reaching out with both hands to gently stroke his length. Immediately a breathy moan slips out of him. He can't believe how much better someone else's hands feel compared to his own.
Is this really, actually happening?
He's thinking there's no way it could possibly feel any better when suddenly your head dips down and you take the head of his cock into your mouth.
His entire body jolts at the feeling, something between a groan and a whimper punching out of him, and then you take him in further, and your head starts to bob, and you're watching him through your lashes, and he's going to fucking die. He's actually going to die. You're actually here, and you're actually kneeling between his legs, and your mouth is so warm, and your hands are so soft, and everything is so much better than he could have ever, ever imagined. The waves of pleasure have his toes curling, his fists clenching in his sheets, his eyes fluttering shut even as he tries to keep them open so he can watch the hottest thing that's ever happened to him play out in real time.
What's truly embarrassing is how quickly he reaches his limit.
“I'm gonna-” He can't even finish his sentence before he comes. His entire body shudders and he thrusts into your warmth again and again. He can't stop his hips from chasing you, can't stop the growl that rips out of his chest. He's vaguely aware that you're swallowing his come, your throat squeezing around him as you do, and that pulls another growl from him.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
His brain is still buzzing when you pull away, his dick making an obscene popping sounds as it leaves your mouth, but he can't focus enough to really follow what's happening.
There's one thought bouncing around in his mind: He knew you'd be good.
At some point he opens his eyes again. You're laying on top of him, tracing patterns into his plastron with a finger. He must have a goofy, dazed look on his face, because you giggle when he looks at you. It makes his heart do a little flip, makes him remember the thing that really makes this all feel like a dream come true.
You like him.
“Was it good?” You ask.
He blinks at you stupidly and huffs. “Are you kidding me? I'm in heaven, Babes. I can't - I mean, it's… wow.”
You laugh again, and it makes his chest soar. He wraps his arms around you and squeezes until you squeak, then flips you onto your back so that he's hovering over you. He's pretty sure fireworks are exploding in his chest at the sight of you beneath him.
“Okay,” he says, eyeing the button on your pants before looking back at you. “Your turn.”
Your eyes widen, your mouth falling open and once again distracting him with those pretty lips. “M-My turn?”
“Yeah!” His smile falters. “If you want to, that is. Obviously we don't have to do anything you don't want to, but… I wanna make you feel good, too.”
Your gaze softens, and your lips press into a fond smile. “I want to,” you assure him. “I really, really want to.”
He beams down at you, lowering himself onto his elbows and forearms so he can kiss you. It's a tentative thing, slow and careful and full of joy, but as you each get bolder it turns into something more fervent. He shifts, holding himself up with one arm and reaching down with his other hand to unbutton your pants. When he sits back so he can use both hands to tug them off, you help him by shimmying and let out another laugh that sets him on fire.
He pauses for a moment more, drinking in the sight of you. Your lips, a little red, a little swollen. Your shining eyes, staring at him like he's the amazing one. It hits him again.
You like him.
It really is a dream come true. And he's going to earn it. He's going to earn it every day for the rest of his life.
#turtlecleric scrolls#bay!mikey#not really happy with this but. when am i ever amirite#i hope the art link works
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thoughts on sigma? Can be sfw or nswf but im desperate for anything crumbs :')
i'll provide sfw and (n)sfw for u hehehehe. minors DNI !
✰ sigma is a very gentle lover. his touches, words, and actions are all very gentle and considerate he is just such a sweet boy
✰ sigma's receiving love language is words of affirmation. baby just wants to be told that he's doing a good job and to be reminded how much u genuinely love and appreciate him for who he is :") his giving love language is definitely acts of service though. he has a hard time expressing himself personally with words, he feels much more confident showing his own love and appreciation through his actions. he'll get your chores done for you if he gets home first, cook for you, always makes you tea in the morning, etc.
✰ sigma fucking loves when you play with his hair. he'll sit there and purr if you run your fingers through it, brush it, braid it, scratch his scalp, anything. (he also likes when u pull it)
✰ sigma had a hard time warming up to physical touch and intimacy when you first started dating as it was a completely foreign concept to him, but as he gets more comfortable he gets so clingy. he still needs space, but it's not unusual to find him in a state where he just constantly needs to be either near your or touching you - whether that be holding your hand, your thigh, the small of your back, leaning his head on your shoulder, hugging you from behind as you cook, the list goes on. he just loves the physical reminder of you being there.
✰ sigma LOVES to read. he likes the classics but his guilty pleasure is YA novels - he fucking loves the hunger games
✰ sigma snores. just a little bit. its endearing more than anything
✰ sigma isn't overtly possessive, def doesn't control you in any way, but he is very very protective of you and likes to keep you close. not many things or people in life are his, but you are, and he's not going to give that up easily !
✰ sigma is a soft dom. no doubt he loves pinning you down and fucking you senseless, but he will also fucking melt while you ride him, unafraid to let out little moans and whimpers as he holds your hand and presses his face into the pillow
✰ when you and sigma have sex, he likes it when the both of you are completely naked. he likes the intimate, vulnerable, almost primal feel of nothing in between you
✰ sigma LOVES your thighs, no matter the size. he just wants to kiss and bite and lick them, and def wants to fuck them. he has such a thing for thigh jobs, he has a huge thing for thigh fucking pls it turns him on so much
✰ sigma eats pussy like NO OTHER
✰ sigma's cock is relatively average length, prob around 5.5 to 6 inches but def thicker, like there's some stretching and burning for you for sure !! it's also slightly curved and the tip is very pink hehe. he has a very light dusting of hair around the base and the wimpiest little happy trail but its so cute
✰ sigma loves to mark you up. its his way of being possessive without actually being possessive. you'll find yourself covered damn near head to toe in bites and hickeys and scratches and bruises (very much concentrated around your thighs)
✰ sigma's 2 fav positions are missionary (bordering on mating press, he likes having you very much on display) because he really wants to see your face and be able to kiss you, and spooning. he's a big fan of lazy morning sex, no pressure or high expectations, just hugging you close to his chest as he slips himself inside of you with a sigh
✰ sigma is a big fan of aftercare, and doing it right. when you get rough, at the end he's always making sure you're okay and if you need anything, will rub your back and kiss on you or take you to the bath because making you feel good does not end as soon as you both cum!!
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Sith!Luke Skywalker x fem!reader
summary: this evening Lord Skywalker has something very specific in mind
cw: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, power imbalance, unhealthy relationship, manhandling minors dni!!!
A/N: this is my first time ever writing smut and I'm so nervous about posting it, please be kind, I'm really doing my best :(
His heavy steps make you jolt awake in an instant.
From where you were dozing on the soft rug in front of his bed you have yet to spot Lord Skywalker but are able to hear him well, your senses attuned to every sound of his, no matter how small it may be.
Your breath catches in your throat and, not daring to release it, you listen closely to his movements; occasionally you're lucky and they tell you something about his mood before he can catch you off guard.
What is he doing?
Curiously craning your neck you try to get a glimpse of him next door but all you can see is his dark cape being thrown from one side of the room to the other where it lands with a heavy thud.
Immediately two very different possibilities flash before your inner eye; he's either furious or horny.
Your brain screams at you to get up, get up, get up, get up and you just barely manage to untangle your sleepy limbs from the fuzzy blanket when he rounds the corner, his hungry eyes searching for you.
Oh. It's clear what it's going to be tonight.
You sink back in relief.
"Wel-Welcome back, my L-"
He doesn't even let you finish before easily picking you up and throwing you upon his bed, his burning gaze not once leaving your blushing face as he frees his hard and already leaking cock.
He's on you in an instant, covering your mouth with his, unceremoniously shoving his tongue past your lips.
With a sigh he begins rutting his hips against your still clothed pussy, deepening the kiss when you shyly start to reciprocate his movements.
"Oh, little one, I have been thinking about this all day.", he tells you, before dragging you into another scorching kiss.
Only when you begin to struggle, desperate to come up for air, does he manage to rein himself back in and releases you with a wet sucking sound that echoes around the room.
Looking you over attentively, his hot breath fans across your face when he speaks.
"Have you been waiting here for me? Mmh?"
Wide eyed you nod; you did wait for him, just the way you know he likes it.
One of his hands teasingly snakes in between your legs and he gives a hum of satisfaction when he finds your panties slightly damp with arousal.
"Such a good girl, you'll make me feel so good tonight, I know it."
His voice is rough with lust as he reinforces his words by once again thrusting his hips forward, moaning loudly at the sensation.
"You want it too, don't you? To let me cum inside of you as many times as I want to? To make me feel good?"
"Yes.", you blabber dumbly, eager to please him. "I want to- I wanna make you cum. Please cum inside of m-me."
"You do, huh?"
Feigning intimacy he smiles and leans close to whisper in your ear.
"It's not like you have a choice, sweetheart."
He draws back and impatiently pats your hip, signaling something you, through your excited haze, don't understand.
You do your best to rearrange your limbs, dazedly making a move to undress yourself but when you lift your arms to pull up your top, he stops you with a sigh.
Faster than you can think he scoops an arm underneath your back and easily manhandles you into position on all fours before him.
You are confused, does he not want you naked?
You try again, which earns you a stinging slap to your right ass cheek and a sharp reprimand.
"Behave."
You still immediately as your world narrows down to him and his touch alone.
Lord Skywalker gently moves the crotch of your underwear aside to press a finger inside of you.
"You know the rules, little one. Hold still, don't talk, and I'll make this pleasurable for you as well."
Every bit of air is pushed out of your chest, your mouth falling open as you try to adjust to the sudden intrusion.
You didn't think you were wet enough to take all of it yet but your body gives way easily as he slowly shifts his finger around to stroke your walls, before gently withdrawing and pumping back in repeatedly.
Each little movement makes you jump and by the time he's inserting a second digit, his spare arm has to reach beneath your chest to keep you upright.
His fingers are so very big and long, so skilled, and it does not take long for you to moan out around them helplessly.
As he allows you to grind back into them, you feel as if already you could fall apart right here and now.
Desperately you want to beg, for him to go deeper, faster, anything, but you know better than that and wisely keep your mouth shut.
To antagonize him now, to egg him on, would only result in punishment and suffering.
Instead you place your trust in his own lust and impatience to keep him from playing with you for too long and are proven right not long after.
The mattress dips under his weight as he shifts positions, and you can feel the much larger head of his cock nudging the entrance in between your wet folds.
With your heart racing you try to spread your legs even wider.
His hands roughly kneed your ass cheeks, pulling them far apart to get a good long look at your dripping core, before sliding forward to grip your waist, pulling you closer towards him.
Anxious to give him better access and to make it easier for your body as well, you arch your back as far as it will go and steady yourself as he lines himself up, as he presses forward antagonizingly slowly.
With gritted teeth you endure the burning slide until the tip finally pops in and you gasp, your Lord releasing a low moan above you.
As always his size overwhelmes you.
Despite the regularity in which he claims you it's nearly too much.
Involuntarily you clench down hard around his cock, and breathe a sigh of relief when it makes him release a quick hiss of pleasure.
Yet you beg your body to relax again; your Lord is far away from being fully sheathed inside of you and he can and will take more, not always caring whether you are ready to as well.
This time though, surprisingly, he stops the penetration just short of it becoming too much for you to handle and instead begins to lazily push in and out, giving you the chance to adjust.
You are whimpering helplessly by the time he's fully seated, completely impaled and trembling as your walls flex almost violently around the thick intrusion.
You can’t seem to catch your breath, a slight sheen of sweat already covering your entire body.
Slowly the Sith is stilling his movements and reaches forward to soothingly stroke your hair and rub your back.
It's a gesture of good will.
An acknowledgement of your weaker form.
You try to speak, to let him know you recognize it as what it is, to let him know how thankful you are.
"Th-tha... thank y..." but instead you break off in a languid cry, hanging your head, when he quickly drapes himself over you to bite at your neck in warning.
"No. Speaking.", he murmurs lowly before straightening up again.
Contemplatively he draws out his throbbing cock before slowly pushing it back in, not hard but enough to make you grapple for something to hold on to.
The next thrust is much the same: powerful but subdued.
The third hits a spot that wrenches a loud cry of sheer pleasure out of you.
Your Lord hits it again and again, and now you are being tossed forward with it, giddily taking each thrust you are given as the rhythm grows quick and even.
Eliciting a steady burst of ecstasy up your spine that leaves you far more vocal than you are comfortable with, you are wracked with tremors and slowly but surely grow dizzy with it.
He slows down after a while, taking his time to carefully readjust your position and the strong hold he has on your waist.
At first, not understanding what's happening you fear he's going to stop altogether.
Are you not satisfactory?
You won't be able to bear it if he leaves you like this, gaping and aching for more.
"Pl- please...", you choke out, in your desparation forgetting about his warning from earlier.
"Pleaseee..."
His response is a mocking laugh and the next thrust is so hard it makes you choke and nearly topple over.
"Is that want you want? Huh?"
The next follows immediately after, just as fast and just as hard.
Unbelievably the pace quickens, and suddenly you are being fucked at a relentless rhythm with brutal strength; too fast for you to even cry out with with each time he slams into you, you turn into one long litany of noises.
Again you feel him draping himself over your body, covering you whole, his heavy weight pressing you into the mattress.
You are so, so wet, sure you are dripping and leaking against his pants and all over the sheets, whining for it, tears prickling the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.
His strength is staggering, his skill merciless and despite everything you have experienced so far there is nothing to compare it to.
Each thrust is perfectly angled to overstimulate with how his hips are jerking forward and his large hands tightly clasping your body, leaving bruises in their wake wherever they go.
Your skin feels hot and feverish, your body bristling with heat.
You couldn't escape if you wanted to, couldn’t even think of it.
The loud slapping sounds almost drown out your pleas and the blood pounding in your ears.
Lord Skywalker seems to have no expiration, he never so much as slows, and you wonder if he could do this endlessly.
You know, however, that you can’t.
You are weak, already close to passing out, and finally you let your tears flow freely, fully submitting to his will.
He hears your sobs and his left arm tightens around your waist to hoist you up against his chest, holding you close.
His free hand slips into the front of your panties and cups your heat closely, before he starts methodically rubbing your clit to the beat of his fucking.
Your trembling doubles, and barely a few thrusts later you shriek your release, your muscles and stomach clenching.
Your vision blurs as your eyes roll back into your head, your mind seemingly leaving your body behind.
The Sith doesn't stop his movements, simply fucking you through your orgasm until after another minute there come several audible grunts and you can feel the rush of hot liquid filling you up.
Lord Skywalker pounds that out too, then slows, stills, and finally, lets go of you.
You collaps onto your front instantly.
His big cock slides free and you hit the mattress panting for air, everything around you spinning.
In slow trickles his cum is leaking out of you but you're too tired to move away from the big stain your combined bodily fluids created and, as it turns out, you don't get a chance to either, as suddenly you are grabbed by your ankles and easily flipped around to lay on your back.
Through eyes heavy lidded and dark with lust your Lord drinks in your helpless picture, already and, unbelievably so, fully erect again with excess cum still dripping from the tip of his cock.
Blinking up at him you can't do anything but watch as he lazily palms his erection and then begins to touch himself in earnest to the sight of you.
He's allowing you another break, altough you realize how short it will be by how roughly he's handling himself and by the way his breath is very quickly growing ragged again.
"Oh fuck..."
A low groan escapes his mouth and his free hand reaches out to part your knees so he can settle in between your legs.
You can't tear your gaze away from the way his head falls back in the throws of his pleasure, from how he licks and bites his lip in anticipation for what is to come so soon...so very soon...
Somehow his explosive orgasm still manages to catch you off guard as the thick ropes of his cum spurt all over your swollen pussy.
Propping himself up over your body with one arm he milks himself dry, painting your belly and part of your tits with what is left of his hot release, before slowly sinking back on his heels to come down from his high.
His pants are utterly ruined and once he has caught his breath he gets up to rid himself of them and the rest of his clothes.
Humming in contentment he pours himself a drink and settles back down on the bed.
You quiver under his intense gaze but don't dare to move while his eyes wander from your tear stained face to your heaving breasts and then further down until they stop at the mess he created in between your legs.
His cock twitches.
It will take a while before you are allowed to rest.
#luke skywalker#luke skywalker x reader#luke skywalker x you#luke skywalker smut#sith luke#sith luke skywalker#luke star wars#dark luke#dark luke skywalker#star wars#star wars fanfiction#star wars a new hope#star wars empire strikes back#star wars return of the jedi
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Content: General Horny headcanons. Ganondorf calculations. General Ganondorf .
Kinks and activities mentioned: Size kink, fingering(Ambiguous)
Ganondorf only for now(I was tempted to put stuff for Ganon, phantom Ganondorf and Demise).
Reader: This post his general, gender neutral, without mentions of genitalia. Butt stuff fair game. Reader is refered to as smaller than Ganondorf because no matter the iteration he's at least 7'6" feet<228.6 cm> (Oot source Hyrule Historia) and they keep making him bigger. (Gamespot pixel counted and said Totk Ganondorf is about 10 feet <305cm>) you/your
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General Headcanons
Ganondorf's goods
As we all know he's big. Big in every aspect. I don't like to designate specific sizes or details for self projection sake but for the people that asked I'll attempt to describe it for y'all. Despite what people think height doesn't equal bigger dick but ignore this because he a big boy anyway. After some tasteful research. Which means I looked at studies of hand to penile length calculations, looked up some fan estimates he's at least 22.9cm <9 inches> though I'd personally say bigger. Girth could also be wild but I will limit it to 17.78 cm <7 inches> in max because the human anus can stretch to 17.78 cm <7-7.5 inches> if you're into that feel free to go bigger. It's hefty. Hangs down when erect. I'd go with uncut.
Balls are also heavy. They really fill your palm. I see people use breeder balls very often but I think it's an apt description of these boys.
Ganondorf carries more that one great sword 👍 (watch me edit this out at a later date)
Cum wise I imagine him with a thicker consistency. Opaque. Slightly salty. He has no preference where he cums so if you do be sure to tell him.
Ganondorf is a king who takes self maintenance serious. Literally never looks bad or ungroomed. Though I believe there wouldn't be time to shave. He is clean and would most likely trim beforehand if he thinks he'll initiate intercourse.
Muscle lovers are feasting good. Nice ass and thighs with every iteration. Torso changes but I think all of them are pretty good.
Ganondorf is not that vocal during the act. Usually only responding when talked to or the need arises. Confirmation of continued consent or if something is working etcetera.
Ganondorf's kinks
I will say his kinks probably change depending one which iteration you're looking at though some are shared. I'd peg Ganondorf as uncaring of his partner's sex.
-Size kink(all) is an obvious one. He's so much bigger sometimes he doesn't even need to undress to overwhelm his lover as they struggle to take his fingers. Though he also enjoys the reverse of his smaller partner taking control. Just don't instigate a coup on your self.
-Going along with size kink Ganondorf likes to Manhandle. Holding his partner in the air, holding them down and moving them mid bang and some iterations are into being a little rough physically.
-Praise kink both receiving and giving. (All) Oot Ganondorf sometimes leans into the mocking variety. Warriors very sparingly praises but always means it.
-Degradation kink giving only.(OoT, TP, ToTK) Twilight Princess is that classy degradation. Wind Waker would attempt but wouldn't be able to do it long as he feels it's dehumanizing. All you'd really get is the rare times when he's outraged.
OoT makes me think he'd be into Dacryphilia.(ToTK as well but lesser)
Roleplay involving power imbalance. OoT only if he's the higher power, HW he'll humor being the lower power, TP occasionally either or.
ToTK generally refuses to give up power unless you offer in a specific way. Such as it being akin to worship or that he's so powerful he doesn't even bother to give an effort. Stroke both is dick and his ego. Predator/Prey is the only exception you can't convince him to act prey like.
Exhibitionism. Even if an iteration doesn't care for others seeing their partner naked. He is a possessive and jealous man. He revels in showing off what's his and other's knowing they're off limits. If he has access to a throne...
Body worship. Both receiving and giving. He enjoys letting his partner know how much he desires them and vice versa.
Note: I'm not really into Degradation, Daceyphilia, so I can really get into depth as I would like. If you have ideas feel free to send it in. For educational purposes of course.
Reader Insert Headcanons
Regardless of how much you weigh or how big you are. He'd be able to pick you up. He likes letting you know this. So malleable small in his grasp. Sometimes his hand makes it's way around your neck. Not tightly but the warmth makes it clear it's there and how much only one hand wraps around you.
He's patient taking his time, relishing it it even, working you open. OoT and ToTk will more inclined to edge you until he can fully slip in. If you voice annoyance he'll do the opposite overstimulating you until he's satisfied.
Very encouraging of you to make noise. Perhaps say how well he's doing. WW is basically the only iteration who's not overly teasing.
Sessions where Ganondorf's focuses solely on you are mostly non penetrative.(unless you request) Outercourse, and intercrural being the focus.
Adding on to that he finds hit very endearing and cute if during a thigh job his tip peeks out the other side. Those he'd praise you if your thighs cover all of him.
Feel free to ride his thighs to completion. He'll let you go unless you ask for his touch. He doesn't hesitate to join fondling and presses kisses where he can reach without disrupting your ministrations. He waits until either you cum or plea for him to help release your buildup.
Couple things for Anorgasmia
Whether it's just difficult or complete lack Ganondorf doesn't mind if you can't come. If it's difficult but possible and you want to climax, he'll have you guide him. Telling him how and we're to touch to force out that climax.
Otherwise he relies on you informing him of he's doing something that's uncomfortable or painful.
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NS/FW ALPHABET ARTHUR MORGAN
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Pairing: Arthur Morgan x F.Reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Mentions of choking, breeding kink kinda, reader is afab sorry (I just know how to write for afab pleasure the best I'm sorry)
Note: Don't worry I'm working on the parents headcannon and the Arthur fic, I just wanted to do something fun
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
↳Not all that bad at it tbh! He isn't the best but he's super gentle and this is where you'll get most of your praise from him. He'll happily do whatever you need. Wanna bath? Sure you got it. Wanna just lay in his arms? His arms are open darlin'. He won't ever just assume what you need though, you have to tell him what you know because sadly he'll get anxious and wants only the best for you
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
↳Favourite of his: his hands/fingers. He loves how his hands look around your pretty little throat while he's choking you during missionary and your legs are on his shoulders. He gets a little power drunk during sex so when he knows that he has your eyes rolling back just from having his fingers curl deep into your cunt, my god does it make it hard for him to just not finish right in front of you
↳Favourite of yours: look this man loves everything about you so it's hard for him to choose but if he really had to, it's a tie between your ass and your face. It's a basic fact this guy is an ass man so he probably has his hand on it whenever he can. And when you're being a little bratty, oh he loves how red it looks because of his hands. He also loves your face though, he loves your expressions when he's praising your body. Seeing your eyes roll back when he has your clit rolled in between his lips is one of his favourite things because you look so beautiful at your mercy to him
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)
↳Little less than average but a thick consistency. Big fan of cumming inside of you but, if he couldn't, he'd want to cum on your face, mainly because he likes to watch you scoop up some of it on your finger and pop it in your mouth
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
↳Really into the idea of you marking him, particularly hickey’s, marks from being tied to the bed, handprints or scratches on his back. He absolutely loves getting to mark you up all nice and pretty to show that you belong to him, especially to Micah (just lets him be cocky because he knows that Micah wants you but can't have you). But he wouldn't mind having some marks on himself, just to show how lucky he is to have you to come back to
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
↳It's Arthur fucking Morgan, of course this man has more than enough experience. Doesn't matter if he's your first, tenth, or hundrenth time even, this man will make you feel like you've never even seen another human naked with how this man will take care of you.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)
↳Call him old fashioned, but Arthur loves missionary and when you ride him. He prefers to see your face, and know that he’s the one who’s making you feel good. He absolutely loves your expressions plus it just makes it easier for him to choke you when you start to get close, just adding to the high when he releases and the blood comes back to your head in a sweet rush with your orgasm. And trust me, when you are riding him, his hands fly immediately to your ass
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
↳Even though Arthur's very romantic during sex, he’s still always cracking jokes and making you both laugh. It does truly depend on the mood of the situation though, if he's just gotten back from a long and stressful job and just wants to be near you than yes, he's gonna be more in the moment serious. But if its casual, maybe morning sex, than he'll crack a joke or two, maybe tickle you just to get a laugh out of you
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
↳He keeps it well trimmed down there. He doesn’t want to fully shave, but he’ll keep it nice so that it’ll be better for you. If you are shaved or not, he doesn't care, he will still devour you like you're his last meal
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
↳No matter who’s on top, he always wants to be touching you, wherever he can. If he’s on top, he'll have your legs over his shoulders as he kisses on your ankles or has his hands intertwined with yours. If you’re on top, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist, and usually sucks on your tits, or kisses them. He’ll whisper I love you’s every time you do anything, and makes sure you know how much he adores you and everything about you
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
↳He doesn't do it all that often, mainly because he's typically too stressed or busy to get a chance to. Plus, during the time he usually has to himself he has you to help him get off
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
↳Look we all know Arthur has a praise kink, not so much on himself but on you? Oh lord this man can praise until the cows come home. "Good girl" is obvious but he also likes to say stuff like "you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth" or "you taste so good, you're doing such a good job." Anything that allows Arthur to know how much your skin tingles when he's praising you is good for him, adding a plus to it if his lips are on your neck at the same time, his hand dipping slowly between your legs
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
↳Arthur is one for the risks so anywhere is pretty good for him. He definitely prefers a hotel room since than, he gets to do whatever he wants and be as loud as both of you want. But if you wanna do it while you two are on a job in the middle of nowhere with a warm campfire to your side than that also works. He also enjoys the risk of it at camp, maybe he just likes knowing how hard it is for you to remain quiet
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
↳I've said this about a hundred times by now, but everything you do turns him on. Sometimes just waking up with you curled up into him, ass pressed against his straining cock, when you wear a low cut top and bend over, you telling other people what to do (he likes the power it gives you, almost makes him want to put you back in your place), etc. Once he gets hard, he’ll drag you away from whatever you’re doing, and go to town
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
↳Degrading. Even low honour Arthur won't do it. He doesn't want you to believe that he doesn't like you or that you're a whore. He absolutely hates the idea of making you feel bad even if its supposed to be erotic. Praise is just the better option in his opinion
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
↳Giver. Arthur fucking Morgan is a giver. Don’t get me wrong, he loves seeing you with his dick in your mouth, moaning around him as you suck him off, but being between your legs is heaven for him. He could die happy eating you out. Your smell, taste, the noises you make, and the way your thighs squeeze around his head make this boy want to spend hours between your legs. It's even a bigger positive if while he's eating you out, he reaches his hands up to intertwine his hands in yours just for you to move his hands down to your tits letting him squeeze and play with them
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
↳Depends on his mood. If he has you riding him, it’s not usually him who sets the pace. He’s not really ever rough (he can be rough but he'll never go to the point that you could be hurt, but if he’s had a bad day, he’ll usually choose to be on top, and do faster, deeper thrusts. He does love soft sex though, and speed kind of makes it feel more romantic and passionate, so he usually clings to you as one of you moves slowly
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
↳He prefers proper sex, and making it last longer, but if you’re in a rush, and there’s an opening for a quickie, you better believe he’s down for it. The next time you two have time alone together, he’ll always have proper sex to make up for it
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
↳Like I said, Arthur likes some risk, but he doesn’t like anyone else to see what’s his. Public stuff is a no go unless you’re like, out in a field with no one around for miles. But also as I've said, Arthur doesn’t mind people hearing you though, so playing the “quiet game” is always something he’d be down for
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
↳He doesn’t get tired. He’s not tapping out. Can he be satisfied? Yes, of course, 2 rounds or maybe just 1 very long one is fine, but just know he can go on forever. And ever. And. Ever. It usually is gonna take you having to tap out before he even thinks about quitting. If needed, he might stop for a drink or a smoke (sometimes though, he'll still be deep inside of you when he lights a cigarette and keeps going)
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
↳There wasn't the kind of toys that we have now obviously in 1899 but there was stuff like crops and such. Not that he exactly used them, he prefers his hands you know.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
↳Arthur doesn’t tease that much. He can’t stand being teased for long, and he tries not to tease you. That being said, sometimes, Arthur inadvertently will tease you with a stretch here or a wink there. It never truly works because he also gives in to his desires so easily
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
↳Sort of quiet. But he does make these deliciously low sounds that you can feel when his chest is flush against you, making you shiver. But you can get some achingly good sounds out of him if you encourage him, let him know you like it
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
↳This may just be me but this man is a switch that leans toward the dominant side. I mean this man always has people falling to his orders and control, maybe just once he wants you to be the one to take control of him. Ordering him around and telling him what to do. Of course he won't just submit willingly, you'll have to fight for it a little but he usually lets you win
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
↳He’s slightly above average in length. A good 7 inches, and a lot of girth. All that matters is that this man is amazing at using his dick to make you finish, and feel satisfied (not all men need a 12 inch monster cock to be good in bed)
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
↳Arthur would have you under him 24/7 if he could. He likes feeling connected with you. He doesn’t need sex all the time, and he is perfectly capable of hearing “no” or working his frustrations out through other means, but just know, he wants ya, darlin'
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
↳Arthur might look like he’s out, but he’s a little more alert than he looks. Being an outlaw, it takes him a little longer to settle down fully and relax. Arthur will listen to you breathe and feel your heartbeat for a while before finally drifting off himself, he will always make sure that you're asleep first though
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*pirouettes in again* Hello hello! If you're up for it, for the kink ask game, may I request Smoker and Drake with Cum Marking, Voyeurism and Formal Wear? Thannkssss your headcanon are giving me life <3
Oh you are always welcome <3 \o/ My favorite clumsy trash panda xD
You know, I really REALLY wanna add Sir Crocodile to this, so I hope you don't mind me including him at the end ^_^
I am admittedly, unsure about your inclusion of "formal wear" in this context, but I have some (I believe) solid assumptions, so I'm going to go with my gut - and if you had something else in mind, don't be afraid to speak up!
Alright let's do this - I'll save my personal indulgence until the end XD
X Drake:
Cum Marking - FUCK Yes - Neither of you are sure if it's a him thing, or part of his devil fruit. There's just something in his eyes when he cums on you. Your back, your thighs, your stomach, your face, it doesn't matter where, so long as it's there and he either rub it into your skin or watch it dry. It's like being sure that his scent is on you, whether someone else noticed it and took heed or not was on them, he was just content to know it was there.
Voyeurism - Yes - Primal play concerns him because he's worried about losing control of the instincts in his devil fruit. That said, watching you is a little like stalking you - pre-hunt kind of stalking, and it gets his blood pumping whether he wants to admit it or not. But you're only for him to watch. This isn't a show for others, and he's not sharing his prey.
Prey that knows they're being hunted, certainly, there's no way you're accidentally giving him such a beautiful show.
Formal Wear - Sure - He's not against getting dressed up, but it's not high on his list. Pirate's son to marine to undercover agent, he's just never cared for the red tape of formal occasions in general. Certainly he looks good in a suit - so does everyone, and you look amazing dressed up, but you look amazing naked underneath him. The wrapping matters little, but he will admit that slowly slipping those delicate pieces of clothes of you. Making you stand there as he unbuttoned, unzipped, and undressed you, carefully setting the expensive pieces aside before devouring you whole.
It wasn't a bad change of pace.
Smoker:
Cum Marking - Sure - On you, in you; for Smoker it doesn't matter so much. What marks you best is the scent of his smoke. He smells like his cigars, you're not entirely convinced the cigars don't just smell like him, since he is smoke. However the lines blur is irrelevant. He'll mark you however you want him to, and he has stamina enough to be sure you're thoroughly covered in cum and smoke by the end of it.
At the end of the day there'll be no question you're his.
Voyeurism - FUCK Yes - He works long hours and there's little more that's more relaxing than watching you while he gets to sit back and enjoy the show. The first time you waltzed into a room buck-ass naked, going about your day like you weren't bandying about nude and told him he was always welcome to look he took it to heart.
He enjoys everything from watching you do little chores around the house, to laying yourself out in all your glory and giving him an enticing show. He'll even watch you at times you aren't completely certain he is - but whenever there's a chance that he's watching you privately you always give him a lil' show.
Formal Wear - Yes - He's not a big fan of dressing up, but he'll endure it (and look damn good in the meantime) in order to see you all done up alongside him. He certainly enjoys getting you out of your nice clothes than he does seeing you in them, and if you've been teasing him all evening - whatever the occasion may be - then you better help him undress you if you like what you were wearing.
He's generally a patient enough man, but he's not gentle enough to promise that he won't just rip that wrapping aside to get to what he wants.
Sir Crocodile:
Cum Marking - FUCK Yes - Every way that he can mark you, he wants to. Covering you in the heat of his sand, in the wetness of his pleasure, in the scent of his cigars - biting you, lining your body with the red marks of ropes and crops, even more permanent adornments like tattoos and such. Marking you inside and out with his cum might be the most temporary option available, but he's no less into it. You're his, his prey, his love, his partner - others can dare to lay their eyes upon you, but they'll know you're his.
If their smart, they'll even sort it out before they get on Crocodile's bad side.
Voyeurism - Oh god you don't even know - Let him watch you. Let the world watch you for all he cares. So long as your actions are for him, and your noises are because of him, he doesn't care who else sees. Put on a show for him, by all means. Every curve and turn and twitch of your body belongs to him, and if you're lucky, it's because you've given it all over willingly.
It may seem like he's being gentlemanly, when he stops himself from touching you before you're ready. It may seem kind and smooth for him to close the distance while waiting so patiently for your reply before he devours you. In all honestly, he's completely fine just watching you. Watching you struggle, watching you move through thoughts and decisions, watching you slips beneath the grains of sand that make your stance unsteady.
Again and again, he'll lay his trap. Wait patiently. Purr at you softly and reassuringly. And then smile like the beast he is, as you walk yourself into the waiting jaws that will never release you again.
Formal Wear - FUCK Yes - Crocodile looks good. He looks good without a scrap of clothing on, but the man knows how to dress. He has good taste, and he'll have you both the center of attention no matter where you go. To Match without matching, to dress so elegantly that you ride the line of simplistic and overstated with such skill that magazines have declared new trends in your honor (and his).
But more than seeing you dressed so perfectly, he loves to just rip the clothes from you. He has the funds to have you perfectly dressed again the next day. Hell, he could have whatever you want completely replicated, as often as you like, but the tattered remnants of what you had been wearing will fall to the floor. His patience doesn't exist for unwrapping you, and anytime he manages to show a kindness to your clothes it is completely for your sake that he restrains himself.
... I went a little hard at the end, but um, I had thoughts.
#kinky one piece head canon#x drake#smoker one piece#sir crocodile#x reader#x drake x reader#smoker x reader#sir crocodile x reader
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Alfred Molinathon Day 10
Nervous Energy (1993)
Ira Moss
His Role: Supportive and undergoing inconceivable pain of having to watch his dear Tom slowly go through the trials and tribulations of AIDs. Someone you'd hope to have by your side in sickness and in health. Patient while understandably tired. The unprompted trip to Glasgow without him going or being properly discussed must have stung quite a bit, but he let Tom go, even knowing that it wouldn't go nicely. It's what Tom wanted.
His flashbacks to the past were... interesting, to say the least. There are two types: first meeting and them being much closer (if you catch me). Seeing him meet Tom, who was a biker at that point, filled me with much glee from hoping there would be a scene where Tom would take Ira for a ride, and he'd hold close to him. They do ride, but Ira doesn't cling to him sadly. And the other scenes? No full-on sex but very sexual undertones. You see plenty of naked Tom (past and present), plenty of ass and full frontal nudity. I'm sure plenty who haven't watched it but are a A.M. fans are curious about Ira's percentage of nudity (I see you)... the most you see is him laying in bed with his dear Tom and see all but his pecker. Which I'm thankful for, for me, seeing genitalia makes me uncomfortable for reasons not entirely known to me (my aro?/ace ass). So, seeing Tom's was a jumpscare.
Anyways a scene where, after going to the bar with his friends, sits and sings to himself while seeing a vision of Tom crying out in pain and begging for Ira made me tear up a bit. At the time of these reviews, I'm dealing with my cat's sickness and at times, I've thought about the idea if that if he could talk, would he be constantly begging for help and yowling about the pain? Obviously, he still could, but the thought of not being able to help with one's serious and fatal situation is heart-wrenching. I know a person going through AIDs and a cat going through Lymphoma are different, but this is how I relate. Ira has Tom, and I have my Sandy.
Seeing him go through and making a list of music for Tom's funeral was jarring. We forget what loved ones do for a dying person, getting all the arrangements, booking the funeral itself, and even the little details like the music. It just it me. Seeing him quietly work on that while Tom is in the hospital, not knowing if he's still fighting or trying to let it take him. All he knows is that Tom doesn't want him there.
He also abandons his radio hosting duties to be at the hospital with Tom. It's brought up a few times about the fact that Ira was going to interview someone that Tom was a fan of, and after all that happens, he stays with Tom. Someone else interviews him. A sacrifice, I'm sure he's willing to make time and time again.
When Ira finally gets the news that Tom is okay, it'll take weeks for him to come home, but he is still surviving. All Ira can think is that "he's coming home?" He breaks down crying at the thought of him being home with him. I'll admit I wanted to see him cry, just to see he acting chops, but it was so damn touching. Everyone at that hospital was so supportive.
In the end, it's just the two of them, in a hospital bed. Talking. Throughout the movie, we learn that Tom doesn't like kissing on the lips. But here, he wants to kiss Ira. I'm sure Ira would've loved that, but he knows his Tom. Instead, he says he wants to hold him, which is a relief to Tom. Holding each other close after a tumultuous time in Glasgow must have felt like heaven on earth. That's the last we see of them. The funeral is postponed, but we know the date will have to be made eventually. For now... all that's matters is each other.
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The Rest of the Film: Tom was really going through the ringer of AIDs and everyone terrified that he's developed dementia (which I didn't know was possible). Going on shopping sprees, buying the wrong thing, and lashing out when told such and just knowing it's his expertise, brutal. Watching his sweaty spiral didn't give me much hope for the end of this movie. Yet I was surprised. He doesn't die at the end, but it is heavily implied that it will happen eventually. But it was a pleasant surprise.
Also, why does everyone keep letting him drive!? He drove into a hedge!
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His family seemed kind of supportive at first. His mother really was the highlight out of all of them, she genuinely cares about her son and I'm glad. His father was hesitant about all of it, but he has been researching about his son's aliment. And Ian, his brother, was calm at first, throwing some shade until the point he snaps. This man really thinks his brother is just being a "theatrical wee shit"...
When Ira inevitably arrives and hears out Ian, Tom's brother, on what happened. While I understand his and his wife's discomfort; Tom messed up her kitchen twice, he went back to cook again while still naked (her very young daughters giggling) and he drove a rental car into their hedge. It was still crossing a line when he attacked him (one hit and brief crying but still), threatened death, and kicked him out in the morning. His brother is very clearly sick and disoriented and yet still does so. I do appreciate that he showed some care, but he needed more patience. What made Ian and his wife really snap? The fact Tom and Ira fucked in the shower? Really? That's what starts half his family bashing him for being born!? Wow.
When Ian turns up later to the hospital that Tom ends up after everything to visit. He still thinks he's being over the top. But Ira has had enough! He rightfully snaps at him, but still in a reigned in manner. He's tired of seeing everyone abandon this poor, suffering, and confused man who's been their for his friends, and his father and brother abandoned him ten years ago when he broke his leg. Why? Because they saw him with many gay men in the same room, I believe wearing leather.
I can't understand why Tom would want to forgive them. But it's not my place to do so.
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Tom's seemingly fairweathered friends. Again, this is a difficult situation, I understand. Yet they still have the gull to dine and eventually dash as soon as things get too difficult and embarrassing. Ira bringing up the fact that his friends are way more reliable, a bit of a diss even before the abandonment, but he's not wrong.
Thankfully, after being rejected yet again, this time by a leather Dom, Tom begs Ira to call his ex-teacher at four a.m., and she takes them in for the night. She seems really nice and singing was lovely but little too much for my sensitive ears. A thing, though, all this moving around could have been avoided if Tom allowed Ira to book a hotel room. But for some reason, he didn't want to stay at one. Anyways, we get a conversation between Ira and Rosetta, which is really devastating. Ira hasn't been tested for AIDs. He thinks he may have it, but not knowing if that's the case or not makes him feel stronger. Strong enough for him and Tom. He doesn't want Tom to be concerned with it, he wants to deal with it on his own. Just like what's Tom has been doing throughout the film. They both don't want to be weaker, they desperately want to be strong enough. But it's ok to be overtaken by the overbearing pain and devastation of a disease. It's not your fault.
As soon as they get back home to London, who shows up? All of their London friends! As soon as they get off the train, they are swarmed by them and head straight to the hospital. It was heartwarming to see the true family they have there. Nothing but helping and patient.
Heads up! A Romani slur is dropped near the beginning of the film. Very brief yet there. Also, mentions of Antisemitism!
#Alfred Molinathon#Alfred Molina#Nervous Energy 1993#Nervous Energy#Ira Moss#All over the place I know#I might edit it another time
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"Poker always works"
by Christian Von Hocke, originally written 24 July 2009 for Zeit Online (x)
Formula 1 pro Nico Rosberg talks in an interview about his life as a globetrotter, exotic food and his preferences for other sports.
Question: Mr. Rosberg, like right now in Budapest, you're on the road all year round with Formula 1 around the world. Don't you sometimes get homesick?
Nico Rosberg: I've had nine hotels in four weeks, which is exhausting. But homesick? No. I really enjoy traveling, it's very educational and very interesting. That's what I would also do in my free time: get to know new countries, discover new people, the way they live.
Question: So you've turned a hobby into a profession right alongside driving.
Rosberg: Yes, there are many places in the world that I would like to see and that excite me. I'm also planning a big trip during the winter break. I'm interested in India, for example, with its spirituality, or South America, Patagonia, a safari in South Africa. Even just hiking. That's not something I would normally do, but it's good for the body's regeneration. There's so much I can do, I'm just afraid that I'll take on too much and it will end up being too stressful.
Question: Michael Schumacher has regretted that he never saw anything of the Grand Prix venues apart from the airport and the track. Do you also explore the cities where you race?
Rosberg: Yes, especially at the overseas races. I have a bit more time there because we always arrive a bit earlier due to the time change. But even so, there's always the Saturday evening before or the Monday after the race. We have great races in interesting cities like Melbourne or Singapore or Shanghai.
Question: And what do you do there?
Rosberg: I go into town. I have a nice meal in a restaurant or go out for a drink or shopping in the evening, or I go to the beach and go surfing. Or I look at the special features of the city. I'm also very interested in photography and always have my big camera with me.
Question: But traveling can also be quite stressful. Can you sleep on the plane?
Rosberg: No, very badly. I have to lie horizontally and need rest so that I can concentrate on falling asleep, otherwise it doesn't work. For that reason alone, I have to fly business class. That's not a problem in Europe, where I always have my camper van to take me to the tracks.
Question: There are 17 Formula 1 races in 2009 alone. Have you ever woken up and not known which city you were in?
Rosberg: Not that, but I was once at the airport at check-in, and the woman asked me: Where are you flying to? And I didn't know. I'd been to four or five different countries that week, I was tired and unfocused, and I just couldn't think of it. She looked at me like I was stupid (laughs).
Question: Do you sometimes wish you had an office job from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., where you could throw your coat over the hook and stretch your legs in front of the TV when you're done working?
Rosberg: No. Whether it's a nine-to-five job or a Formula 1 racing driver isn't that important. I don't know if it would make anyone else happier if they led my life. My friends all have nine-to-five jobs, and they're no less happy than I am. It's always what you make of it that matters.
Question: But you also need a bit of home, don't you? Many people always have their music player with them to simulate a feeling of home wherever they go.
Rosberg: I'm not a music fan. I got an iPod as a gift, but I haven't really used it yet. For me, it's the cell phone. It connects me with friends and family. That's cool, I can also use it to go on the Internet. When I don't have it with me, I feel very naked. Like today, I don't even know what's going on anymore.
Question: Anyone who travels so much must have acquaintances all over the world.
Rosberg: That's true - wherever I go in the world, there are my best friends. I know them either through racing or from the past. I grew up in Monaco, and nobody stays there. Today, my old friends are everywhere, in Australia, China, America or South Africa. I can call them up and ask if we want to have a drink.
Question: Can you maintain hobbies while traveling?
Rosberg: I like to play football, but I rarely do that when I'm traveling. Poker is always on. I'm not very proud of it, actually it's nonsense to sit in front of a computer and play poker. But it's fun. Otherwise: eating. Does that count? I already see it as a hobby, I love to eat for my life, delicacies, creative, new things, especially country-related. I was in Marrakech with my girlfriend the other day, they have gigantic food there.
Question: In your travels, do you notice how places in the world change from year to year, and not just in terms of cuisine?
Rosberg: Yes. My parents have a country house in Aix-en-Provence. At first it was quite isolated, but now it's become a huge settlement with an industrial area.
Question: Let's be honest: What is your least favorite place in the world?
Rosberg: Kuala Lumpur. We're always just sitting around at the airport there (laughs).
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I feel strongly that jikookers must be really young or adults who are really lacking in the common sense and observational department because there's no way there's no way 😭
Imagine fighting tooth and nails and even going as far as visiting cc's anonymously of ppl who don't think the same as you to try to convince them ( more like convince yourself ) that two dudes in the kpop industry who have content after content of very common and usual fanservice, I mean almost kisses with cameras on every angel and on their faces, lots of narratives that come straight out of a company, they even be expecting eagerly their annual compilation of fanservice, the memories ( any rational adult with any idea of how the world works knows that that isn't the way a closeted gay couple would be treated when there's millions of investment in a group), also the body language (jikookers really can't read the most basic body language or they are pretending), the honest clear attraction between two other members etc, are in a relationship
They also be acting like reality is dependant on what ppl's opinion a private relationship is.....it doesn't matter what any of us think, who you try to convince or how much you try to convince yourself, reality won't change, facts won't change, our opinions don't have any influence in these people's feelings and lives, I need ppl to stop thinking with their desires and wishes and really start using their brains.....and I'm not saying this for the need to win any ship war, but bc i see how these delusions serve to harm real queer people and make their lives harder ( kpop and in this case their company has everything to do with this)
Hi @def-sowl!
Yes, absolutely! Going to rant a bit on your ask here.
What I have learned from the Jkkrs visiting my blog and from what I encounter when I look through tags... Jkkrs have a very strong focus on the 'romantic' parts of life. They allow for very little aside that. Everything Jk and Jimin do has a double meaning or they do it with the other in mind. You could so clearly see that when Jk released Seven... his clothes, his pictures, his jewelry, his lives... everything was connected to Jimin. That is not how real lives work. Jkkrs rarely think about reasons for Jk and Jimin's behavior outside the realm of romance. Jimin was unsure about his appearance so he sent Jk a selfie to show why... Jkkrs make it a naked selfie. JImin went to NY... Jkk date. Jimin doesn't talk about Jk on his lives... Jimin isn't ready/holds the ropes/whatever it was. The way they see Jk and Jimin is entirely built around the idea of them together. You can even see huge discrepansies in that, because at the moment they dont know whether to stick with the "Jkk is bold" or the "Jkk is laying low".
When thinking about the members, there's so much to take into account. They do not live normal lives for instance. I had this Jkk go on about Tae not knowing Jk's hotelroom number and how that meant they couldn't possibly be boyfriends. They do not take into account that those guys go from hotelroom to hotelroom at times, with only time to sleep at some days. It's nothing like schoolcamp or going on holiday. We as fans, cannot compare their situation to ours in the practical way. They have jobs that none of us experience, they have more money than us, they always have to be aware of 'image', they are 'being lived' at times... it's just.. we cannot relate. That doesn't mean we cannot incorporate those things when we think about how their lives might be though, and I feel Jkkrs absolutely lack in that regard.
That anon came back and showed me many tiktoks and tweets about how I am wrong and how Jkk is real (though stating they do not mean to try and convince me, they just like pointing out that I am wrong). But those vids, where all either fanservice or plain friendship. And you are right, they do not understand the subtlety of reading bodylanguage at all.
and I'm not saying this for the need to win any ship war, but bc i see how these delusions serve to harm real queer people and make their lives harder ( kpop and in this case their company has everything to do with this)
That is a very strong point you made, and yes I agree.
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[KO-FI REQUEST]
Hi! Can I request a SFW+NSFW match-up for a male Harry Potter character? I’m afab, pronouns are they/them.
I’d consider my personality to be fairly ambiverted but more extroverted around friends etc. I can be very flirty and and jokey. I have ADHD so sometimes I am spontaneous and that can lead to saying and doing things that get me in trouble although I generally try to abide by rules. I hate conflict so I’m also quite a people pleaser. I’m also more on the pessimistic/cynical side. My hobbies include reading and writing, really anything creative. I love reading and watching fantasy and romance tv and movies. I do have a soft spot for paranormal horror movies too. Also quite a fan of sudokus and puzzles and such.
My type in men is older men (I am 29 so 40s+) but I love long hair, dark hair, loud jokester or quiet stoic type. Body type: just not skinny, honestly. What I hate…being ignored, or feeling ignored or taken for granted. I hate loud noises like fireworks, balloons, thunder etc. enclosed spaces, yelling or general aggression. My most prominent love language is physical touch. But also words of affirmation and gift giving (mostly me giving) I can be very quiet, shy and timid upon meeting. Also I am demiromantic so while I can feel sexual attraction straight away, generally romantic feelings take a long while to form.
I think that’s all. Thank you so much!
thank you @dixonsgirl93 for being our first ko-fi supporter and for letting us post this <3
if anyone else would like a match up this is the link to our ko-fi :)
your match up is..... SIRIUS BLACK!!
SFW
You were quiet during your first meeting with Sirius, so naturally he made it his mission to get a reaction out of you. He tried playing pranks on you, flirting with you just to see what kind of person you were. The first time you replied to his awful pickup lines with one of your own, he was gobsmacked and has been loyal to you ever since.
You both can be quite cynical, and share a similar world view. It’s you both against a dark world, and you wouldn’t have it any other way
Sirius having spent a long time in jail made him not take any of his loved ones for granted. He will shower you with affection as much as possible. If you at any time feel ignored by him just tell him.
Sirius can be a loud man especially when he is angry or getting heated. If he makes eye contact with you while in the middle of being angry at someone else he’ll immediately have a sense of calm washing over him reminding him to lower his voice.
Sirius’s humor has toned down a bit from being a loud prankster in his schoolboy days, but you catch glimpses of it now and then. Whenever you see that maniacal glint in his eye, you know something wild is about to happen.
Some nights you both go on long walks together and stalk Harry. During those walks he turns into a dog and people think you’re crazy for talking to him.
When you guys watch horror movies together he makes sure to scare you during the build up to the pop up scare. He finds it very funny how he always gets you, even if the movie doesn't.
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Sirius is a touchy man for sure. Random hugs, kisses, touching your hips, squeezing your breasts throughout the day. He does all of this hoping to work you up and get your pussy wet and ready for his fingers.
He would work his charm on you wherever whenever. No matter if you just started dating or have been together for years he’ll use stupid pick up lines on you. Holding you by the waist he’ll bring you closer to his body. He’d make sure both your chests are pressed against each other, so he can feel all of you. He stares into your eyes and lowers his voice, “Is your favorite spell Evanesco? Because every time I see you, my clothes disappear.” He smirks at how confused and flabbergasted you look. With a swish of the wand you are both naked. He groans in pleasure taking in the sight as he pushes you onto the bed.
You can gift him sex toys and watch his eyes grow wide. “Wow love, I didn’t know you were into such things.” He’d gladly indulge in anything you bring to him. It gets him hard knowing that you want him as much as he wants you too. He will immediately try on whatever you get him and start the foreplay.
Sometimes, you enter the room and see him naked, sprawled out on the bed reading a book. He would look up “Finally home? I've been waiting for a long time. Have a seat” as he points towards his cock and chuckles to himself. He keeps the book aside and leans forward to pull you into his embrace as you can feel his hard penis against your bottom. He starts kissing your chest as he works his hands to remove your clothes.
Due to your spontaneity you end up saying what's on your mind, like when Sirius would ask if he looks good in his new coat and you jab back “Please don't rummage through Snape’s closet again.” with a smirk. Sirius laughs “Are you sure you want to say that?” - You chime back “Why not? Did I offend you?”. Sirius’s smile disappears “Looks like a brat needs some taming.” - you raise your eyebrow in confusion “Excuse me?” as he moves close to you till your noses touch. You can hear his breathing. He tilts close to your neck and bites into it as you moan. He carries you up into his arms as he pushes you against the wall. He then uses his hands to push your wrists against the cold hard concrete. You can see a mischievous smile forming upon his lips and he gets to work his magic on your body.
Sirius likes to call you to him randomly, and trace his hands along your silhouette with his eyes closed trying to remember you simply by touch and sensation. His nose picks up on your sweet scent. He opens his eyes and when his gaze meets yours, the animal in him comes alive.
When you straddle him and ride his dick up and down he feels you close up around his girth and digs his fingers into your thighs. You feel a warm feeling rise up your body as you come close to climax and you intertwine your fingers into his long locks and lightly pull as he lets out loud groans. As he goes over the edge releasing his hot thick cum inside of you.
yours magically,
admins sav, sar & san
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The SM-Jessica special? That's interesting. Do you really think there's something SM did to set up and blacklist MHJ the way they did for Jessica?
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Lol Anon,
You might as well be asking me if water is wet. There's no need to even work to come up with a conspiracy, you just have to be aware of very recent history that is public information. I mean, think about it. JYJ from TVXQ remain effectively blacklisted 20 years later (even though they have made the most remarkable improvement in the last five years), while Yunho and Changmin maintain a thriving career and spotless reputation (despite occasional whispers on k-blogs that are promptly deleted); Kris Wu from EXO, when the allegations were first made against him, he pointed out how the first girl from the Chinese chatroom had obtained the highest clearance access to him that would've been impossible without ridiculously high financial backing (he's still a rapist so it doesn't matter, but still); you already know what happened to Jessica. There's a reason SM Entertainment has earned a reputation of being the absolute worst of all the top k-pop agencies in Korea, for the entirety of the company's existence.
More recently, during the EXO-CBX slave contract scandal, an anonymous staff blind from SM posted on gossip blogs asserted that Chen, Baekhyun, and Xiumin were extremely entitled and ungrateful fuck-ups who trampled on the other staff at SM - it was a massive and effective hit job (link to the blind here - translation here). In Korea there's chatter about how the change in sentiment against CBX due to that letter, was likely a factor in the trio quickly reaching an agreement with SM.
And then there's Min Heejin. Consider how she said when the allegations were first made, her response was that the pictures of "naked children" on her wall were a gift from a friend, that they weren’t even hers and that the claim she's a pedophile was completely absurd. Very normal and expected claims from someone who wanted to defend herself. Likely an excuse. What she didn't say though, was who that friend was. That was answered less than a week later when an SM employee (with a posting history spanning years and not a burn account), posted a blind that she was the one who presented the pictures to Min Heejin and even took it upon herself to hire help to hang up the pictures on her wall, as a present to MHJ, her dear friend, who she had a history of posting about (MHJ) as a bitch, a whore, and the parasite who stood in her way of advancing at SM... There was fairly normal chatter from the Koreans in the comment section of that post, but everybody understood what happened. The next day that post and the account that made it were deleted.
Lol.
Shinwha has been the only group to somewhat escape SM and remain fairly independently successful, but the company has also done everything to make sure that's not repeated for anyone else. Including Min Heejin. Who chose to work at HYBE, of all places. Remember that tomfoolery about the "Pink Bloods"? I promise you Chris Lee and several staff think in very tribal terms about their business culture. And this is something that's widely assumed and accepted on the k-side.
Of course, none of this information really makes it to the international side. Or people note it in bits and pieces that may or may not be properly translated or shown to carry the right weight. Either way, there's a natural information barrier between Korean and international fandoms, there's Korean fans of rival groups who wouldn't want this to spread, in favour of the current narrative against MHJ and it's easy to see how SM can use this to their advantage. Also, the competitiveness inherent to k-pop ensures that so long as NewJeans is the top girl group, they are deserving of the worst and most dehumanizing handicap in k-pop: the ick factor of pedophilia.
I mean, I saw in real time how k-pop stans were in love with NewJeans precisely up till the moment the pre-order numbers for their debut album was released and was on pace to break records set by any other debut at the time. The moment that happened people started looking for anything to detract from the group, there were even bullying accusations started for Minji randomly on naver but ofc it never gained traction because only a few hours later, an account that hadn't posted since February 2022 suddenly posted a a massive thread about how the pictures on Min Heejin's wall on her Instagram (which had been posted for months without incident) were actually proof she's secretly a pedophile, therefore, NewJeans should be boycotted, hated, and shunned or MHJ should abandon working with NewJeans. This is a narrative they will never let up because it's easy to use, extremely damaging, and cruel. It's why:
none of the groups Min Heejin worked on as Creative Director while at SM, such as SHINee, f(x), NCT Dream and NCT more broadly, Red Velvet, etc, are treated as 'created with pedophilia in mind' the way it's applied to NewJeans, even though they ascribe to MHJ every portion of responsibility for the song and artist, as though it's all her work;
Also, why is it that the whole team of people who worked with MHJ at SM, many with known public sordid histories, people whose choices would've certainly shown in the work as well - why aren't they awarded even a sliver of attention or responsibility? That's how we have people believing the lyrics for Ice Cream Cake by Red Velvet were under the direction of graphic designer and CD MHJ.... Like, seriously lmao. Going by her job description, her involvement would’ve began and ended in the styling and overall art direction of the group and MV. It's one of the most iconic MVs in k-pop btw.
even they admit that MHJ is singlehandedly responsible for creating our current idea of "concepts" in k-pop. N.B: the idea that a conceptual thematic for a group, debut, and comeback should be centered around one central idea - it was established and promoted by MHJ in SM which helped establish SM as a formidable company in the Big3. Most of the classics from SM were overseen by MHJ;
It's also why names like Park Jin-young, Yang Hyun-suk, and Yoo Young-jin are names you might prolly feel the need to google to be certain of who they are, despite three of them being three of the biggest names in k-pop, certified male creeps with known public histories of drooling over teen girls on camera while being the right-hand man for a guy wanted by Interpol as in the case of YYJ (and then debuting minor groups); disbanding their groups and having sex with them while underage and then later marrying them as in the case of YG, installing cameras in their bathrooms and then debuting a group like Treasure and BabyMonster; taking minors to R Kelly's house and then debuting them with his partnership as in the case of JYP, and then debuting Wonder Girls, Itzy, NMIXX with minors and questionable approaches... and yet none of these groups are expected to be boycotted to punish their 'creepy CEO'. Even though all three men are heavily involved in their companies and in managing their groups, including in creative direction, and they take ownership of that work... they’re not treated with the same venom left for MHJ, even their groups' works aren't judged as being the product of those men alone (a reasonable assumption), the way it's done for MHJ with NewJeans (an unreasonable assumption).
To hurt the opposing fandom and group is the point for a lot of fans here, unfortunately. And that’s why k-pop stans will continue to push the pedophilia label on NewJeans and MHJ. It’s something I said as soon as their pre-release order numbers dropped before debut. Just given the nature of the threat NewJeans poses to every girl group, *and* the fact they’re from HYBE, guarantees they will always be hated by majority of k-pop stans.
I do have to mention there's many honest to goodness earnest k-pop stans who think they're genuinely exposing a danger to society, and while they could be right, most of the allegations against MHJ simply do not hold up under intense scrutiny, by my standards at least. And even if she is a criminal and a freak, I wouldn't care anyway the way I don't care now for YYJ, YG, and JYP - bonafide groomers and creeps, managing their groups till now.
That's just the fact.
And y'all already know how I feel about Cookie lol.
#newjeans#new jeans#min heejin#ador#bighit#hybe#kpop#kpop music#kpop industry#sm entertainment#bts#fandom behaviour
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Since most if not all of the Stricklake fans agree that Barbara and Walter would do the matching cloth thing I thought I may draw something.
He dosen't like this Idea at first.
Idk why but I think Barbara would see those T-shirts and buy them just to see Walter in this.
He wasn’t happy about it. But you can see a small smile in the second picture.
Anyways
here is a bit line art just because-
So this was actually it.
Buuuuuuuut-
Here are some Infos about my Strickler headcanons:
• I think that he gets ear piercings after the battle against Morgana because he finally starts to be his better self and does what he wants. Breaking out of her chains. And the two earring on his left ear are from Barb because he always wants her to be with him.
• And he definitely lets his hair grow out more because i think it looks good and same as the first. I think that his short hair reminded him of his time in the dark lands. I think that he had the old habit to cut his hair short because as a soldier he probably had to. But after the battle he breaks out of this habit to finally let his old self behind.
• Barbara. BRAIDS. HIS. HAIR. Sorry but it had to be. I am 100% sure that when his hair gets shoulder length then Barb will braid him a small mini braid in it (for reference: Like Astrid did with Hiccups hair in httyd2) and she tries a lot of new hair styles. And he never touches the braid.
• I believe that he is very tired of fighting. He will fight and kill if nessecary but he dosen't really want to especially after fighting his whole life. He most likely is a big softy now and just protects his wife.
• He hates his birthday and Barbara needed ages to find it out only to be told that he actually isn’t quite sure because he probably never really got or did a party for it. And I think that she makes a big party and that this T-shirts were one of her gifts. At first he hates it but it grows on him. And she bought him a Joke book wich was her greatest mistake-
• Also after loosing his Human form he is a bit more awkward in public about being practically half naked in his troll form so i think he covers up very much until he realizes that it doesn't really matter to anyone. But still he mostly covers up in public... not for Barbara tho-
#toa strickler#walter strickler#stricklander#strickler#trollhunters#waltolomew stricklander#barbara lake#stricklake#toa trollhunters#they literally have my whole heart.#i will go down with this ship#my booooooyyyy#this man owns my heart#he is so weird and i love it-#also Strickler definitely never told Barb his age#he us a bit grumpy about it-
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this is it. this is my call. all fiction pickford x maguire under the cut.
"you did well. unfortunate that was is all." jordan says as he's packing his bag, or throwing everything in, whether dirty or clean really. harry stands in the door frame, arms crossed. he cried just minutes before, coming to jordan's room for some comforting words from his longtime friend. but jordan's been having it - told him that before. "this will keep happen when you let ten hag treat you like dogshit. don't fuck it up with southgate, too." harry's owngoal tonight was the only time scotland could score, but since it was "only" a friendly many fans of both countries took it rather lightly. some, of course, didn't, seeing it as yet another opportunity to drag his name through the dirt once more.
"unfortunate? well easy for you to say. you didn't even play tonight!" harry exclaimed, not receiving the comfort he'd originally come here for. "no need to, rambo had nothing to do anyway. the gaffer only plays him when it doesn't matter." jordan said zipping his bag and clearing some empty cans off the bedside table. it's around 5am, they should be asleep but jordan likes to be ready on time. plus the missus had him clean after himself these past few years, he used to not care much about leaving his hotel rooms looking absolutely disastrous.
"bloody hated that one. can't do nothing right can i." harry tried everything to get jordan's attention at this point, even going as far as pitying himself in front of england's number one. jordan sighted, taking off his shirt to get changed. "will you stop with the fucking self pity already? you're not the only one having a shit season mate. seen where everton are right now. that's right. pull yourself together man." jordan unzipped his bag once more, looking for a new shirt to change into as he noticed the one he just wore had a yogurt stain on it. "yes but when your club is in shambles they don't only blame you, they blame me when i don't even play!" jordan rolled his eyes. "unfortunate, isn't it? you haven't read the comments about me then, have ya." harry became more and more frustrated, angry almost, he had no idea what's gotten into jordan today, usually he'd be more comforting and understanding, but today he's cold and seems to be lost in his own thoughts.
"you're so full of shit, jordan. that's not what i came here for, you know. more criticism. you could be a little more ... i don't know." jordan had now finally found a shirt and pulled it over his head. "don't-" he looked over to harry "don't what?" harry let his eyes wander over jordan's naked torso "leave it off. let me that at least." jordan laughed, a little sarcastically. "when you can't have comforting words from me, this is what you go for, huh?" harry nodded "kind of. can't get anything else out of you today, can i." jordan pulled his shirt back over his head and threw it onto his still messy and unmade bed. "i miss you sometimes, ya know. been a while." harry said as jordan sat down onto the bed, his hands falling into his lap. "alright. get it off then." jordan said "then come here." harry wasn't sure if jordan was being serious now - he'd teased him about their past more often then he'd like. how he used to not get enough of jordan, always all over him he was.
"you taking the piss? really?" jordan nodded. "like you said, it's been a while, hasn't it." jordan motioned him to come over. "you got tanned over the summer i see." and indeed harry had gotten a little tan, his arms more than the rest of his body though. "so did you, always burn first before you tan" harry said now standing above jordan, hands in his soft hair. jordan shook his head "don't take the piss now" harry's hand cupped his face gently "i like it when it's not gelled down, like you wore it during the euros. liked that." jordan pushed harry's hand out of his face "getting in me face, bothers me ... alright. get on your knees then." harry immediately did as he was told, obedient as ever. he was now sat between jordan's legs, awaiting commands like a dog. "can't even be a leader here, can ya. need me to tell you what to do, eh?" harry nodded, his hands on either side of jordan's thighs, small blonde hairs erecting under harry's careful touch. "pull them off then" harry slipped his fingers into the waistband of jordan's trousers and pulled them down to his knees, his cock already half hard. "make me hard. use your hand. the right one." harry wanted nothing more than to get his mouth on jordan - his lips or his cock, he didn't care. he missed his taste. the taste of the lip balm he used a couple years back, wondered if he still used the same. harry lifted his hand and reached for jordan's cock, when he was suddenly stopped meeting with jordan's hand on his wrist. "you're all shaky ... need assistance?" harry nodded, feeling his own cock get hard by his words only. jordan smiled, directing his hand towards his cock. he spit into harry's hand and made him form a fist "that's right." jordan now jerked himself off using harry's hand, holding onto his wrist tightly. "missed your big hands ... so big." jordan wanted to close his eyes and enjoy harry's soft hands around his cock, but the sight of harry, a little nervous, but so eager, just added to his arousal. one hand holding harry's wrist in place, the other gently ruffling his hair, he felt in full control of the man in front of him, so vulnerable.
not much longer until jordan came, a loud, relieving groan escaping his lips. he finally let go of harry's wrist, him just carelessly wiping off jordan's cum on his shirt. "thanks for that mate." harry smiled "do you think kieran heard you? you were pretty noisy." jordan chuckled "probably thought i had wank, he doesn't really care. always in my room he is anyway. prick." the two shared a few awkward glances and a full minute of silence before harry got back up. "so. international break's over then. guess i won't be seeing yous in a while." he sounded upset almost, but he's doing that almost every time after they spent a little while together. pathetic he is.
"just another month, harry. just another month. if you behave until then you'll be rewarded, i'll be watching you closely." harry's eyes lit up. "i will." jordan laughs "that means no owngoals, though. we clear?" harry nodded. "don't mention that again." when harry had already lost hope that he'd get to feel jordan under his lips today, he finally pulled him in for a quick kiss, but what was meant to be a quick peck on the lips, turned out to be a long, quite sensual event. hands on each others waists, necks, asses. one that was hard to pull away from, but both knew that they'd eventually have to quit. awkwardness stuck in the air again as soon as their lips parted. "still using that same lip balm..." harry said looking into jordan's eyes, his pupils dilated in pleasure "shut up prick."
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