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Green- Eyed Rooster

Paring: Rooster x Y/N "Cherry" Bradshaw

Warnings: Language, drinking, dick jokes, mentions of adult items. Smut, jealousy kink, semi-public sex, brat kink, brat tamer, authority kink, orgasm denial, porn with plot. Minors DNI, 18+n, seriously SMUT

Author's Note: Yall I have to say this might be the best fic I have ever posted on Tumblr, and if if doesn't blow up and blow your minds I swear I might just stop writing. God I love it so much and I hope everyone else does as well!

"How did I end up in this situation?" You thought. Tonight was supposed to fun, a celebration. You and your friends were supposed to be out celebrating Phoenix who in a few days would become Mrs. Hangman as you all liked to joke. Most people would think a joint Bachelor/ Bachelorette party at your favorite bar was a crazy idea, but to the Dagger fam, it was the only way.

So, why weren't you inside doing shots with the rest of your friends? Why instead of singing karaoke where you gasping for breath with your skirt bunched up around your hips? Why were you being pressed against the outside rear wall of the Hard Deck instead of leaned up against a pool table? Why instead of a beer bottle pressed to your lips, you found yourself with your tongue in your husband's mouth?

The answer? Something you liked to call "Green-Eyed Rooster"

Let's stop and take a moment to recall the events that lead you to this exact position. Events that started ages before even you and Rooster were married, back in the days when your relationship was just beginning, yes, let's start there.

Six years ago, you became an elite Top Gun Graduate, and not just any Graduate, the top of your class. Lt. Y/N "Cherry" Anderson the plaque read as it was handed to you, your face beaming with pride. Just to your right was your wingman, and second in class Lt. Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw.

You smiled at him as he caught your eye while people were congratulating you on your top finish. After the ceremony you saw him weave through the crowd and stop to talk to another Navy man, your eyes widen when you saw it was the legendary Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

You had hoped to speak to Rooster after, you see during the 13 week program you may or may not have developed some feelings for the mustached man, and now that it was finally over you wanted to ask him on a date, however, you also didn't want to be rude and disturb his conversation with the man you would later find our was his Godfather.

You turned on your heels only to be met with a wall of man. "Cherry, baby, congratulations." Lt. Kyle "Flash" Malcolm said in his thick New Jersey accent.

"Thanks Flash." You replied quickly trying to get away from him. You didn't like the way he was looking at you. Flash was one of those guys, who despite the very strict no fraternization rule in place at Top Gun, would not stop hitting on you. And every time he did you reminded him of it.

"Listen Cher, now that we have graduated the rule doesn't apply to us anymore, so what'd'ya say youse and me get outta here huh? Let me take you on that date now?" He asked with a wink.

You internally rolled your eyes. You knew you couldn't give him the same excuse that had worked the past three months and he knew that too. Little did both of you know that a certain sandy haired man had been watching, waiting for the right moment to ask his wingman out, and he was not happy that jerk from Jersey was trying to weasel his way in.

Rooster quickly excused himself from Maverick and cleared the distance between the two of you in three strides. You gasped when you felt his arm slide comfortably around your waste. You looked up at him with a questioning glance. He looked back down and shot you a wink.

"Sorry Flash, Cherry and I have plans this evening. Now that we have graduated, wanted to take my wingman out for some drinks and a proper date. Spent three months waiting to ask her, because rules, and I don't plan on waiting any longer." Rooster stated before whisking you away to join him and Maverick.

"Thank you for that Roos, you would think after me telling him no several times he would take the hint. Once he is gone, I will leave you and Captain Mitchell to your plans." You replied

"Cherry, I believe I said I was going to take you on a proper date, and I plan to do just that. I meant it, I've been waiting patiently and I am done. I wasn't just trying to help you get out of an awkward situation, I want everyone in this whole damn class to know you're mine." He whispered in your ear before Maverick found you two.

You silently gulped. Little did you know, this would be the first time you got a taste of Roosters jealous streak, and when that man saw green, especially when it came to his girl, heaven help the person who tried to stand in his way.

The second time you saw the green eyed monster appear on Roosters shoulders was about six months into your relationship. You two had some how both been stationed on the East Coast, your first placement after graduation. You both had the afternoon off and decided to head to a local bar with some of the fellow pilots that had been stationed there.

You were thankful that you had made friends with another woman aviator Natasha "Phoenix" Trace. She had gone through Top Gun the year before you and she was amazed that you had graduated top of your class. She talked about how some asshole who was a Ken Doll come to life named Hangman, who she joked should be called Bagman, was the top of hers.

You, Phoenix, and Rooster were enjoying the night with some other pilots and having a good time. You had decided to grab another round. While waiting at the bar some drunk tried hitting on you. You knew how to handle drunk men, and Rooster also knew you could hold your ground. He was never one to try and fight your battles, but he always watched just incase someone tried something stupid, which is exactly what that man did.

After several attempts to get you to join him, and many a firm "No" on your part, the drunk patron grabbed your bicep and tried to physically pull you away from the bar.

You didn't have to look behind you to know that Rooster was about to hand this man his ass on a silver platter. Instead of fighting him you simply looked at him and said "Oh buddy, you just made a big mistake, a really big mistake, huge!" You laughed.

"What the fuck do you just say to me?" The man slurred before a strong set of hands spun the man around and lifted him by his collar. Startled, he let got of your arm.

"I believe my girl said you made a big mistake by putting your hands on her. So you have two choices here buddy" Rooster sneered at the man. "You either apologize to her, close your tab and leave of your own free will, or I break your nose and toss you out of here. Your choice."

The man looked between you and Rooster. "M...my... my apologies ma'am." He stammered out before throwing some money on the bar and quiet literally running away.

"Roos, you didn't have to do that." You told him as he gave you the once over.

"Whose name is around your neck baby?" He asked gesturing to the rose gold necklace he had given you for your six month anniversary.

"Yours." You sighed. "Exactly Cherry. My name. You are mine, and I always protect what's mine. Let's get out of here." He stated firmly before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the bar.

That night he reminded you seven times that you did infact belong to him, and honestly there's no other way you would have it.

As your relationship progressed, Rooster's jealous side seemed to die down until one of his buddies *cough cough* Hangman decided to rile him up about you during training for a top secret Uranium Plant mission you had both been recalled to fly. During a class Hangman made the comment asking if Rooster "had popped his Cherry" while winking at you or if he needed to show him how it was done. If it hadn't have been for you, Bob, Phoenix, and Maverick holding him back, Hangman would have been a dead man.

But now, thankfully Hangman and Rooster were on much better terms. After the mission you and Roostet tied the knot with the Daggers and a few others present and the cherry popping jokes were much more light hearted. A few months after the two of you got married Jake and Tasha decided that maybe all the hate they had for each other was something more, turns out it was. And now a year later, the two were about to get married themselves, which brings us to present day, about three hours before you found yourself being felt up behind the Hard Deck.

"Another round of shots ladies!" You cheer placing the tray of glasses down on the table. You, Phoenix and her other bridesmaids all grab a glass. "To the bride, who has to be one bad bitch for deciding that she is going to put up with Hangman for the rest of her life!" You toast. "And to Cherry! The best fucking friend and Marton of Honor a girl could ask for!" Tasha adds before you all click glasses and down the round.

"I really can't believe you're getting married next weekend!" You squeeze Phoenix's hand before pouring more champagne for her and the girls. You look across the bar to find Jake and the other Dagger boys drinking and playing pool. Rooster looks up ands shoots you a wink, you wave back before resuming your groups festivities.

"Oh Halo, before I forget, pass me that bag!" You squeal as she passes it to you. The other girls giggle knowing what it is.

"Cherry Bradshaw I swear if this is a dildo I will cut your fuel lines." Phoenix states before opening the bag.

"It's not I promise" you grin as she opens it.

Phoenix reaches in the bag and pulls out a navy blue shirt that reads "Mrs. Hangman" on the front. "Haha very funny guys." Tasha says. "Look at the back Tash." You state taking another sip of bubbly.

She shoots you a warning glance before turning the shirt around. "CHERRY!" She screeches when she reads the back which says "Same PhoeDICK forever"

"You had it coming girl! Remember all those 'cherry popping jokes' you and Bagman made not too long ago, or the sash you made me wear about 'Marrying a Rooster, same COCK til I die'? Hmm ma'am?" You and the other girls laugh. "Shouldn't have dished it out if you couldn't take it." You joke leaning back into the booth.

"Okay fine, I guess I deserved that one." Phoenix replies stuffing the shirt back into the bag.

"Hangman's is worse." You quip just as the cheers erupted from the other side of the bar and Rooster gives you a thumbs up.

"Great." Phoenix rolls her eyes as she notices her fiancée turn a deep red shade.

"Uh oh," Phoenix's cousin Melissa states holding up the empty champagne bottle. "All out of bubbly" She giggles. All of you were definitely tipsy. Several rounds of shots had been sent your way by some desperate men hoping to land a single bridesmaid and the seven of you had gone through three bottles of bubbly. Thankfully no one had to worry about a ride home because Bob, who never drank, and Maverick who was like a father figure to you all may have borrow (read stolen) a couple of Navy vans to transport you at the end of the night safely.

"This looks like a Matron of Honor job!" You declared taking the empty bottle from Melissa and heading up to the bar to ask Penny for a new one.

While the two Dagger parties were going on, Penny still had customers to take care of so you waited. While standing there and younger man in service khakis walked up to you.

"Oh great you" thought. Maybe he would just be nice and make small talk you hoped. You shot a glance over to the pool tables, thankfully your husband was locked in a game and not looking your way. You definitely didn't want "Green Eye Rooster" to make an appearance tonight.

"Hey there honey." The Navy man asked you.

"Hi." You responded quickly, not wanting to give him any footing to continue this conversation.

"Noticed you and your friends over there celebrating your girl who is getting married... how about you let me buy yalls next round?" He said stepping closer to you.

"Oh you don't have to do that." You respond waving him off. "Well, how bought I just buy your next one?" He asks getting much closer to you than you are comfortable. Ugh... why did he have to do this. Poor kid was just asking for Rooster to whip his ass.

"No thanks. I am married, happily married." You state showing him your wedding rings, praying he will leave you alone.

"Set of rings never stopped me before. Plus honey I could make it worth your while. See here, I'm a Naval aviator. In the Top Gun program here, makes me the best of the best. I could take you for a ride if you want?" The pilot asked, his voice dripping in sex.

"Wow, Top Gun, you must think you are really special then huh?" You begin sarcasticly. "Well Lieutenant, I will have you know I graduated top of my clas at Top Gun, beat my husband actually, so you being in the program doesn't impress me." You tell him heat rising in your body.

"Well guess we could always try to see who the better pilot is." He winked. Jesus what is with this guy?

"Look, I'm going to tell you this one more time... I am not interested. I know there are plenty of young civilian girls who are just dying for you to waltz them into a stupor with your Navy charm, cocky grin and big ego that is just enough to scratch the daddy issues that they have. But I, on the other hand am HAPPILY MARRIED, and my husband is not afraid to kick your ass." You finish with a huff.

"Well sweetie all I'm saying is I don't see your 'husband' around here." The man challenges.

"Turn around then." Roosters voice comes from low in his chest as the pilot turns around.

"Now you see him." Rooster almost growls as he stares the man down.

"Captain Bradshaw." You hear the pilot whisper as he is face to face with Rooster. All the bravado and ego is now long gone.

"I'm sorry, I, I had no idea she was your wife..." he stutters. You look at your husband and see the fire in his eyes, jealousy blooms through his body.

"You should be sorry." Rooster states as he clenches his fists. "I should break your face, and kick you out of the program." He tells him. "Rooster." You warn him. "He's not worth it. Not tonight." You tell him.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood here with my friends. But I swear to God Lieutenant, if you ever so much at look at my WIFE again, you'll be sorry. Now leave." Rooster says through gritted teeth.

The pilot quickly gathers his things, pays his tab and leaves.

You grab Roosters hands which are still balled up. "Babe, calm down, this is supposed to be a fun night. Take a breath." You tell him.

You can still see the rage just behind his eyes. He had gotten himself worked up and you know exactly how it ends.

"I'm not leaving." You state before the words can even leave his mouth. "I wasn't planning on leaving either babe." He tells you with an ere of calm in his voice.

He's calm, too calm as a wicked glem flashes across his eyes.

"Oh no mister." You state crossing your arms.

"I'm going to get some air out back. I expect you to join me in five." He whispers in your ear before pushing through the crowd.

"Well fuck" you think. Once again the green eyed monster had possessed your husband, and the only way to get him over it, was to fuck it out of him.

You looked down at your phone. You know he said five minutes, but the wetness between your thighs told you that you couldn't wait that long.

You quickly checked to make sure no one was looking and had one of the waitresses working that night take the bottle over to your table. All the ladies were drunk enough, you hoped they wouldn't think much of your absence.

You quietly slipped outside once you had determined no one was paying attention. Outside in the dimly lit alley, you called out for your husband.

"Rooster? Babe where are you." He didn't answer, he didn't have to. You felt his presence behind you moments later. The warmth radiating off his body, the spicy-sweet smell of his colonge flooding your nose, the scrape of his mustache against your ear as he growled "I thought I told you to wait five minutes before coming out here. It's only be three."

"My apologies.... Captain. I didn't want yo keep you waiting." Ugh... there you had gone and used his rank. You knew exactly how much that drove him crazy, how much it pushed his buttons, how much it turned him on.

You weren't necessarily trying to be a brat, but when Bradley was wound tight like this, you couldn't help it. And your bratty attitude is exactly how you found yourself in your current situation.

"Someone's being a brat tonight." He grumbled giving your ass a harsh spank which caused you to yelp.

You turned around to face him. "If anyone is being a brat tonight, it's you Bradley. Got yourself all worked up, can't even wait until we get home to have me." You state as you brush your hand over the growing bulge in his jeans.

Oh, you were so fucked now. Not only had you called him out, you had used his government name. You knew that was going to cause some wires to short circuit in his brain, but you loved it. You loved this little game you two played. Maybe you were a brat... good thing Rooster was an expert tamer.

Before you could blink he curled his fingers under the necklace that bared his name around your throat and pulled you into him. He roughly pressed his mouth against yours, forcing his tongue in, not waiting for permission.

His larger framed pinned you against the outside wall. He pulled away for a moment. In the light you could just make out how pupils were blown with lust and the slight flush across him.

"Oh honey." He spoke almost sweetly. "I think someone forgot who they belong to and needs a reminder. I think maybe this while damn bar might need one." He stated still holding you in place by your jewelry.

You flashed him a wicked smile before saying "Well go on then, remind me."

You saw the corners of your husband's mouth twitch up into a smile before he sealed his lips over yours once again. He hoisted you up by your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist. God you loved it when he man handled you.

He pressed you further into the wall and you felt his rock hard length against your aching core.

"Someone's eager." You whispered in his ear as he pulled his mouth away from yours and assaulted your neck with kisses. You felt his lips attach to the sensitive spot right behind your ear as he sucked a mark into.

"Roos," you let out a breathy complaint. "If I go back in there all marked up, everyone will know what we did while we were gone."

His lips left your skin and ghosted next to your ear "Exactly" he moaned out before kissing you again. One of his large hands left its place on your waist and slipped under your skirt. You felt the breath leave your lungs when he trailed his fingers over soaked material of your panties.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who is eager." He laughed.

"What can I say? Jealous Rooster is hot as fuck. It does things to me." You reply.

"Then why don't you show me exactly how hot you think it is then princess?" He stated setting you down.

You hold eye contact with him not giving in to what he wants. "And what exactly did you have in mind sir?" You challenged cocking your head to the side. You knew exactly what he wanted, but there was no way you were going to make it easy.

"Get on your knees." He commanded. You slowly sank down, thankful that your skirt was long enough to cover your kneecaps from the concrete.

You looked back up at him with big doe eyes ad he waited for you to take him in your mouth.

"Well... I did what you asked. Now what?" You teased. God you were such a brat right now.

Rooster growled and hooked his finger under your chin pulling you back to your feet as he pinned you yet again. You laughed despite it all.

"You think this is funny? You think being a fucking brat is something to laugh at? Maybe I should just fuck that laugh right out of you. Take you so hard you cry and mess up your pretty make up? It that what you want?" He asks darkly.

You look back at him. You can see on his face that the last ounce of resolve he has is quickly slipping away. One more tiny act of defiance and he would release all that jealous, green eyed monster filled rage out on you and turn it into some of the best sex you had ever had. All you had to do was push.

"If you wanted to fuck the brat out of me you would have done it by now."

You could have sworn you heard something snap inside him. Before you could push any further both of your hands were pinned above your head, trapped in his strong grip. His hands and yanked your panties down your legs and somehow he had managed to get them all the way off of you and he stuff them in his back pocket.

He wasted no time plunging two fingers deep into your core. A moan left your lips as you felt him curl the thick digits inside you and stroke that spongy area that would have tou seeing starts in a matter of minutes.

"Oh fuck." You moan out as he plunged them in and out of your wetness. It should be embarrassing how wet and worked up you already were, but Rooster knew exactly how to get your motor going.

He pushed further into you past his knuckles. You could feel the cool metal of metal of his wedding band against your burning skin.

"Oh, yes, yes baby just like that." You moaned as he scissored your walls. You legs quaked around his hips. If he hadn't had you pinned against the wall you surely would have melted to the ground.

You could feel your desire pooling deep in the pit of your stomach. Your cunt clenched around his fingers trying to pull them deeper into you with each of this thrusts. His thumb found your clit and he began to draw harsh circles on it.

"Fuck yes, yes, yes Rooster, thats it daddy, feels so fucking good" you moaned. He hummed back in response. His body was invading your space as he finger fucked you. All you could do, see, think, smell, feel was him.

"Roos, so close, please, please" you begged as the pleasure builded. Just a few more pumps of his hand, a deeper curl of his fingers, some more harsh strokes of your clit and you would be a cumming shaking mess.

But then, just as you were about to reach the precipice of your pleasure, the mother fucker stopped.

"Ahhh" you cried out at the sudden loss of contact. You quickly tried to grind yourself down on his hand but he pulled it away.

"Ah, ah, ah" He tutted. "Brats don't get to cum on my fingers. But if you can be a good girl, maybe I will let you cum on my cock." He tipped your face up to look at him.

God what a sight you were. Your hair had fallen from its high ponytail and strands of it fluttered around you face. Your favorite red lipstick was smeared across your swollen lips. Your cheeks were flushed with desire and your eyes were glassed over and hazy with pleasure. Seeing you like this did wonders for Rooster's ego because he knew that he was the only person who could wind you up like this.

He let go of your hands and quickly undid his belt and unfastened his jeans. He pushed them and his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free.

He teased the head of it through your extremely sensitive folds.

"B..bb...Bradley please don't tease me... nn...nn..need you so bad." You stammered out.

He slipped just the head into your aching core. "You going to stop being a brat? Gonna be my good girl?" He asked teasing the head in and out of your weeping hole.

"Yes." You breathed out desperate for his touch and the orgasm you were denied.

"Yes what?" He asks pulling back out.

"Yes Sir Captain Bradshaw. Want to be your good girl." You moan out as you feel more of him push in.

"Fuuuuuuck" you groan out once he is fully seated inside you. No matter how many times Rooster has had sex with you, you still can't get over just how far he stretches you. He fills you to the point where it is almost painful, almost.

He begins a slow rhythm, like he has all the time in the world. Like you two are somewhere private and alone when in reality you are just outside the bar which is filled with people.

"Rooster please faster!" You beg. While his lazy strokes are nice, you need him to fuck you hard and fast. Being so close and having him jerk it away from you has you on edge and you just need to cum. He knows this. He knows exactly what he is doing to you.

"Well since you said please." He states as he picks up his pace. His strokes come fast and deep. The thick head of his dick reaching that special spot deep inside you and grazing it over and over again.

It feels so good, he feels so good. You thank God everyday that this man is your husband.

His grip on your hip tightens as he continues to push into you fast and deep, fast and deep. Your toes curl into your sandals as your thighs tighten around him.

"Oh God, fuck, Rooster right there... feels so good." You moan out as he pulls out and pushes all the way back in.

You can hear the sounds of your wetness as his cock travels through your folds. Its pornographic, sinful, amazing.

"You're so close aren't you baby?" He moans into your ear. "Can feel how tight you are gripping me. You pretty little pussy is so fucking needy for me. Wants me to make it cum so bad doesn't it?" He asks in a condensing tone.

"Yes, I, please, need, ugh, Bradley." You can't form a coherent sentence. All you want is him to get you off , to make you scream, to turn you into a puddling mess... no, you don't want it, you need it.

"Look at you, my little brat, so needy you can't even talk." He groans before absolutely pounding into you.

You can't help but scream. It's all too much and not enough at the same time. His left hand drops to your clit and strokes it.

"Yesyesyesyes" you cry out, too far gone to care if anyone hears you or not. "That's it, honey, come on, cum for me. Who is making you feel this good? Who do you belong to?" He pushes just before you reach your crescendo.

"YOU ROOSTER, I FUCKING BELONG TO YOU" you scream out before euphoria washed over you. You screw your eyes shut as a white light erupts behind them. You throw your head back as tears fall from your eyes and you scream his name until you throat is raw.

He continues to push into you drawing out your high until he falls over the edge, you walls gripping him and milking his cock dry.

As you both come down from the high it takes you both a minute to catch your breath. He presses his forehead to yours as you both pant heavily.

"Fuck Cherry." He curses looking at you. You are both wrecked.

You can't help but laugh.

He slowly pulls out of you. You both wince at the loss of contact. You quickly try to clamp your thighs shut.

"Rooster. I need my panties back." You state not wanting your mixed release to start flowing down your legs.

He pulls them from his pocket and dangles them infront of you.

"Maybe I should keep these. Then everyone in there would for sure know who's girl you are." He winks. You snatch them from his hand and slip them back on and attempt to makes yourself presentable again.

But it's no use, the minute you walk back in there, everyone is going to know what the two of you did, and you bet you ass they are going to know without a doubt you are Roosters girl.

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A-Z Headcanons

Axl Rose X Reader Headcanons

A/n: Heyyyy! First HC had to be the A-Z one(duh). Hope you enjoy xoxo

Word count: 1069(lol)

Warnings: SMUT, swearing😋

Masterlist

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A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

To be honest, he's not an angel when it comes to aftercare but he's not against it. You wanna cuddle? Sure! Wanna shower or have a bath? Fine. But he's not gonna go over the top with it if we're being real.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)

Axl's favourite part of himself is his hair or his hips. Have you seen that man shake it like Shakira?! Like, wow! And for his hair, my little strawberry blonde princess adores his hair.

His favourite part of you is your legs. Idk why but I feel like that man would love to see you walk around in short dresses and heels just to see your legs. He also probs loves being in between them😋

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

DIRTAY MAN! Will cum anywhere on your body and say sum like, "you look like a fucking work of art". Look, cum is a sign of a good orgasm and he likes to make you (and himself) feel GOOOOOD.

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

That man has thought about fucking you in every position possible, on every piece of furniture at all times. He wants it all. Missionary on the floor, doggy on the bed, oral on the counter, 69 on the couch. Whatever you can do, he fucking WILL.

E - Experience (how experienced are they)

Very. Nothing more, just very. Sex machine if you will.

F - Favorite Position (self explanatory)

Doggy. Cannot convince me otherwise. He loves pounding into you from behind, slapping ass all day and watching yours and his cum drip down your thighs.

G - Goofy (are they more silly or serious in the moment)

He takes sex very seriously but if youse are both drunk, giggles will be let out at the sloppiness and the fact that on the way to the bedroom, you almost killed each other falling down the stairs.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

He trims but doesn't remove. He defo has a slight 80's bush going on but he keeps it clean. No bad smells here. And yes, carpet matches the drapes, maybe a tad darker.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Everyday sex isn't the most romantic thing ever but if it's a special occasion or you want it to be, he can be the most romantic love maker E.V.E.R.!!!

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

I can see him being into you watching him wank or vise versa but he won't do it unironically. Possibly into phone sex...🫣

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionism, slapping, dirty talk, voyeurism, etc. . He likes to show people how good he makes you feel whether it be one of the guys or public sex, he adores it.

L - Location (favorite place to do the do)

As stated above, public, against windows, on worktops, backstage. Wherever he can dick you down, he will.

M - Motivation (what gets them going)

You in general. That man sees you as sex on legs. You wear a certain outfit, boner. You look at him a certain way, boner. You breathe, boner. He worships you in a way.

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)

Piss play. Whether it be one of you pissing in or on the other or something like that, he won't do it. He won't judge you but he won't want to do it.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills)

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE. This man goes f e r a l if he is nose deep in your pussy or if he's balls-deep in your throat. Absolute god with his tongue, like H E L L O?!?!

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual)

Speedy gonzales. Rough in a caring way, if that makes sense. He loves to ravage you. However, if it's baby making sex(because we all know this man was made to be a daddy), sweet and sensual Axl comes out and is caring and slow for Jesus.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)

50/50. If it's before a show, it gets his adrenaline going and he calls you his lucky charm. But if he doesn't have to, he won't.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment)

Yeah, I'd say so. But nothing too dangerous like carving names into each other.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

I'd say he has pretty high stamina but nothing unmanageable. He can go for 2-4 rounds before he calls it quits for the night(or until nighttime🫣).

T - Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them?)

Hear me out, butt plugs for you, vibrators, handcuffs(probably fluffy leopard ones💀), blindfolds and ropes. He doesn't use them every time but like once or twice a month, he treats himself to a play date😉.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tease of the century award goes to...

Axl Rose!

You laugh a little too hard with Duff and he edges you like a madman. He loves leaving you until your legs are shaking, tears have ruined your make up and your just babbling for him to let you cum.

V - Volume (how loud are they)

I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM. We've all heard him sing, he is louddddd! Loves to make you scream. He moans, grunts, etc etc until he's lost his voice. Loves making you do the same thing.

W - Wild Card (get a random headcanon)

This man loves to make you squirt. Like, this man lives for it. The harder the orgasm, the more you squirt, the harder he gets.

X - X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants)

Not massive, let's be honest. But he's also not tiny. I'm saying 5-7 inches, slight curve to the right. But he knows how to use it, ya know.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Forny hucker. Fuck, horny fucker. This man is hard almost all the time. He's constantly begging for you to suck him or fuck him and if not, he's wanking to your nudes he keeps on Polaroids.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

You defo fall asleep first but like 20 minutes after you, he's snoring louder than he sings.

#guns n roses #axl gnr #axl rose imagine #slash gnr #duff gnr #gnr #izzy gnr #izzy stradlin imagine #steven gnr #duff mckagan imagine #izzy stradlin #steven adler imagine

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judeswhore · 7 months

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laying on Jude’s chest while the fireplace is on and ur all snuggled and cozied up basking in eachothers warmth from ur bodies. Limbs all tangled, hands intertwined, jude scratching up and down your arm that’s against his chest as your both talking about your future together :(( like ur children’s names, how many u want, how ur going to be (dream job) , how ur going to have a dog running around with all ur little babies, maybe talking abt a getaway you both want to book. literally you both are talking about everything and anything and are just so in love to the point it hurts to even think about when youse r apart because you miss the other way to much. :((

i want this so bad :( discussing baby names so seriously bc jude has terrible taste and u don’t want him choosing something ridiculous when the time comes and he’s so offended that u don’t trust him but he literally offered up the name graham so? like just fully planning for ur future bc it’s one of ur favourite things to do and ur both just so relaxed and cosy to the point ur sure ur gna fall asleep and jude’s making jokes all “the films not even halfway through yet open ur eyes” but u cant help it bc he’s so warm and snuggly and his soft voice is making u so sleepy

#hey jude :)

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gross-gal · 1 year

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"First Kiss" a.k.a. Weeb's first Repo self ship fic

Alright, here it is. This is the first self ship fic I've done in a looong time. Don't have much to prelude soooo, hope y'all enjoy this incredibly self indulgent thing I made.

CONTEXT:

*6 months into their friendship, Repo decides he wants to show his appreciation about their relationship for Clementine/Clem (Weeb). So the two go on a friend date and he spoils them. Both are crushing hard on one another but neither are ready to say how they feel.

*This takes place after the date and they’ve returned back to the Scrapyard. Clem wants to say her thanks.

**Clementine is a placeholder name cuz I’m not calling my sona Weeb here lmao. ALSO I use multiple pronouns to address them (she/they/he)!!

“Noooo shut up. Let me be nice now..”

Repo knew he wasn’t going to win against Clementine’s kind and stubborn heart. They always had to make it known their appreciation for the ones they loved, even if it wasn’t called for, she was just sappy like that. Which overtime, Repo had grown to adore.

“It’s really lucky that we got to meet like this. I kinda just asked you for a job on impulse, that wasn’t something I normally do…but I’m really glad I did. I know you don’t see it but you’re a pretty sweet guy deep down, the bestest friend I could ask for haha…so thank you for today, not just cause it was fun but it means a lot that you went out of your way for…uh…meeee…”

She dragged on the last word for a second or so. The awkwardness from being so vulnerable already getting to her.

Repo smiled warmly.

“Heh! Yer such a jokester most of the time, I always forget yer so sentimental Hahaa!”

“Whatever, I can’t exactly compete with your gifts, I wanna show my thanks somehow, you know?”

His comment only fanned her embarrassment. She was kinda regretting saying what she did but chose not to linger on that thought.

Truth is, Repo said that only to distract from his flustered state.

Not wanting to make her feel bad, he swallowed his pride and responded after clearing his throat.

“Ehhh well…anyways I should be the one thanking youse. Yer also the bestest friend I got…one of the only ones.”

He took a second to think on what he wanted to say. Looking off to the city and focusing on the skyscrapers from afar.

‘Damn…how does she do it so freakin’ eloquently??’ He thought to himself.

“I ain’t too good with the words, kid. Not even my gifts can compare with yer bleedin’ heart. But I care about ya and youse been a real nice thing in my life. So thank ya, again.”

When he turned his head back to them they had a dopey grin forming on their face.

“YOU’RE SUUUUCH A GOOOOOD FRIEND!!!” She blurted, mockingly.

“AY!! GET THE HELL OVER ‘ERE!!”

She narrowly avoided the lunge he prepared. Looks like he was aiming to put them into a headlock.

“EVERYONE!! REPO IS MY BEST FRIEND AND HE’S THE NICEST MUTANT MANTIS EVER!!!”

“OHHHH- YOU ASKED FOR THIS ONE, NERD!”

Clem could dodge well enough but they could never hope to match Repo’s swift athleticism.

He tackled them to the ground and their bodies came crashing to the dirt together. Repo quickly sitting on their back before they could worm away, he twisted their arm back, though not nearly enough to seriously hurt them. Wrestling was a thing they were used to and enjoyed.

“Ah right, take it back!”

“REPO IS SO WONDERFUL AND A SOFTIE–OW!! HE LOVES HIS FRIENDS–OW!! AND WOULD PROTECT EVERY KITTY EVER–SHIT!!”

“Heheh, dis the thanks I get fer bein’ so charitable?” Repo chuckled at the predicament they brought on themselves.

Sincere, kind, a joker, fighter (sorta)… those were a few of the traits he saw and admired from them.

“OKAY!! I’m done, my back is hurting…pbbt!” Clementine tried turning their head to face him but just ended up catching their large hair to the face.

And good hair…he liked that too.

An exasperated sigh blew out their mouth once Repo got off them. Though he was fairly lean, he still had some weight thanks to his abdomen, which did a number on their back after the tussle.

“Ya been werkin’ for me fer 6 whole months, how the hell do ya still got no muscle or anythin’?”

“Heh…genetics?” She joked.

“Pfft- yeah right. Lazy ass.”

“I’m an artist~ I don’t have to worry about muscles. I need to conserve all my energy for my drawing, you know that!” He proudly emphasized this by raising his chin.

“Oh yeah, I getcha…better go easy on ya so youse can still finish dat logo thingy I asked ya for!”

“…..”

“Hmmm, how long ago was it I asked ya to do that?” His elbow lightly nudged her shoulder.

“…yeah okay…” Clem begrudgingly muttered.

It was a jab but he didn’t really mind all that much she neglected it. He just liked having a hand in keeping her artistically motivated…though it would be nice if they actually got around to it…

The smoother part of his claw then moved to rest on their head and he tussled their hair. This was his way of saying “you’re okay” Without actually having to. He’d done it a few times before but neither of them ever really got used to it.

It never failed to make Clementine smile.

Repo wasn’t a particularly emotionally vulnerable person, she picked up on that after sometime. And he especially wasn't the physically affectionate type, that was reserved for his cats and on certain occasions like today, only for Clementine.

That alone was enough.

She was content on her assumedly one-sided crush. Though it brought an ache to her heart, knowing that these feelings she had would never be reciprocated, she still was able to make him happy and was allowed to share intimate moments such as these with him. Those brief, warm moments, they’d treasure.

About an hour had passed, they spent that time mindlessly chatting until Mrs. Nubbins hungry mewls put their conversation to a halt.

“Oh it’s that time already?”

“Never a dull moment around ‘ere…PAPA’S COMIN’ MY SWEETY PIE!!”

Had this been months ago, she would’ve made a joke at his sudden cutesy-ness. But Repo is incredibly unabashed about his love for Mrs. Nubbins, so that wore off long ago. And now to her, it was actually rather cute. Which they sorta hated to admit.

“Ah uh…guess dat means youse should be leavin’?” His voice lowered, saddened.

“Nah, I’ll stick around and help you with Mrs. Nubbins at least.”

His antennas perked up…

“After all, I AM her favorite~”

And then laid flat…

“Watch yer mouth, kid.”

She was careful to keep her snickering to herself. This was a satisfying little victory.

Repo went onto share stories about his bond with Mrs. Nubbins till they arrived at her cave of junk.

It was a lot easier feeding her now with Clem here. She still wasn’t used to mutants and certainly not Repo, perhaps had something to do with the new instincts she had. But humans were alright to her and she grew a liking to Clem.

This was another thing Repo was thankful for but he’d never admit that.

After finishing up with Nubbins’ dinner, Repo escorted Weeb out the yard.

He didn’t really say much during the walk. But his mind was racing with a thousand thoughts per minute. Mainly thinking on what more he could’ve done to make today special, was it really enough? Wishing he could’ve said more about his gratitude, was he too mean? Was he open enough?

‘No…don’t think it…’ But it was too late.

Today would’ve been perfect to tell them how you feel.

‘Keep dreamin’ jackass…he just considers ya a friend.’

Why did he have to get caught up in his feelings now of all times? All these emotions made him feel like a stupid, confused, lovey kid.

“You okay?” Her concern pierced through his mind.

His head shot up, checking their surroundings. They’d already reach the gate.

“Yeah! Just thinkin’ ‘bout what I’ll have to eat later.”

Despite having eaten already earlier, they chose not to inquire about his appetite.

“Alright…get some rest soon though, okay? I promise I’ll make it up to you when I can!!”

“Oh ya don’t gotta haha…”

“I wanna though! And I’ll make sure it’s reeeeal special!”

“Whatever ya say, kid.” There was no point in fighting him, not like he would bother any further, any chance they’d give to see him, he’d take it.

They made him feel so cared for. It was too hard to keep himself from smiling, his cheeks were hurting a bit too.

In fact he felt so giddy, he couldn’t stop himself from pulling them into a hug.

‘What...?’ Was all Clementine could think at this sudden contact.

She couldn’t remember the last time, if he’d ever done this.

Their hearts were pounding, as if they wanted to burst from the walls that were their chests and embrace one another even further. This was all too much.

What was going to happen when they pulled away?

It was less than a minute that this actually went on for. Eventually they would have to pull away and it had to be soon so neither seemed suspicious.

Repo was the first.

For a few seconds, Clem’s brain stopped processing and seemed to black out whatever had happened in those instances.

Why had the air gotten so tight? It seemed perfectly fine just a moment ago.

The face Repo was making was nothing they’d seen before. It was…bewilderment? Shock? Fear?? And why had their faces felt warm?

‘And my lips…?’ Though it was only barely, they’d also had been puckered.

Oh shit.

“OKAY SEE YA BYE!!!!!” Clem blurted before their brain could fully put the pieces together. But they knew enough that whatever had happened, it wasn’t typical.

Repo was stunned and face flushed.

None of it really made sense to Clem as they focused on running to the suddenly arriving bus. They showed their pass and collapsed into the seat towards the side exit.

Now it was all coming together.

Oh god…

She kissed him. On instinct. As if he was a loved one. A significant other. She, carelessly, had kissed his cheek.

They gave a loving goodbye kiss to her crush/best friend.

“FUCK!!!!!”

Repo proceeded to spend the evening yelling into his pillow.

He was 25% embarrassed this socially awkward nerd put the moves on him first, and the other 75% elated.

//END//

#doodles #repo mantis tag #weeb makes a fanfic #don't feel like putting this in any fandom tag #but you're free to share and reblog #i even put little pictures in here teehee

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countlessrealities · 9 days

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@angelichooves - from HERE

✥✧∘* "Why? So youse can just avoid yer issues even more?" The sinner speaks bluntly, leaning against the wall as he stared down at the other with a rather flat look.

✥✧∘* "Listen, I know me and you...we don't always get along. But uh..." He trails off for a moment, eyes shifting to the side as he thinks about the next words out his mouth. "...It's not like I like seein' you upset." At least, compared to how he saw her before. Things changed. Who could blame him for feeling closer to these people--to her after all of that? She was a ride or die bitch at this point.

✥✧∘* "...So, tell me what's up. I'm a good listena'."

Vaggie shoots Angel a glare, lips curling down in a scowl. She's not truly mad at him. Deep down, she knows he has a point. However, she's furious at herself, too much not to unload the feeling on anyone who gives her an excuse to do it.

"Look at who's talking! Are you seriously judging me when you avoid all your problems trying to vanish them with drugs and booze?"

Alright, maybe that's a little too much of a low blow. She knows what having to put up a facade to cope with your trauma means. Just as the sinner, she puts on a mask every day, to be able to face the world. And also to be able to live with herself.

The former Exorcist pinches the bridge of his nose, sucking in a deep breath. She needs to get her shit together and it's obvious by now that she can't do it alone.

"...Sorry. That was uncalled for," she admits in a quiet voice, looking away. "It's just...things haven't been great with Charlie. After the whole...you know. I can't blame her for that, I messed up, but..."

Her voice trails off for a moment, as she struggles to put her thoughts into words.

"I want to fix it. I need to fix it. But I don't know how."

#[ threads :: Vaggie ]#&& Angel Dust || angelichooves #[ v. I'll be your armour ; main verse :: Vaggie ]#angelichooves #;; queue

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nothorses · 11 months

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do youse got the schools specifically for kids with disablities? my bro went to one for dyslexia at one point, and there's also SEN schools (special educational needs)

I did some of my practicum at an "options" high school (for students with behavioral health needs), and uhhh... idk.

I think there's a lot of variation when it comes to these kinds of schools, but my experience personally, with this one specifically, was that the teacher I worked with very much saw the students as fundamentally incapable- and they felt it, too. I remember one of them using "options students" as a derogatory term once, and the teacher herself often reminded me of how incapable the students were when I was pitching lesson ideas.

One student also told me that the "good teachers" there tended to be a lot more flexible & willing to try new ideas, though, which bodes p well.

I've also met a teacher who works at a school for blind students, and she was incredibly respectful of & connected to her students. I didn't get to know the school beyond that, though, so 🤷‍♂️

I think it really depends, and ngl I would really do some research into the specific school- and try to meet the people who work there, ideally- before considering it seriously.

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marinerainbow · 7 months

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Smartass: Why didn't you tell me ya got married?

Kitty: It was years ago I didn't think it was important.

Smartass: It's very important if youse want a private entourage to escort ya to yer 'deception!'

Kitty: We weren't in need of one, it was a small ceremony.

Smartass: ...Was the rabbit invited?

Kitty: He might have turned up.

Smartass: Hmph!

Kitty: *smiles knowingly* Do you know of any good entourage services?

Smartass: I happen to know four or five of the best in ToonTown that coulda done it!

Kitty: They must be pretty popular.

Smartass: You kiddin'? They's exclusive. They don't offah their services to just anybody...course if you're willin' to pay a small fee they can provide chauffeur, caterin' and stain removal if any low lifes show up.

Kitty: What kind of low lifes would show up to a lawyer's wedding-Oh.

Smartass: Yeah, you don't gotta finish that thought.

Kitty: Well, if I know anyone else who's getting married, I'll give them their number.

Smartass: Oh no you won't! What parta "not just anybody" don't ya understand?

Kitty: ...Do they do christenings?

Smartass: What we look like, babysitters? Why?

Kitty: ...I'm six weeks along.

Smartass: Along what, the old dirt road to Albuquerque?

Kitty: ...

Smartass:

Kitty: ...

Smartass: ...wait.

I just love how Kitty just stares at Smartass like

Girl is just gonna let him put the pieces together himself. He'll be alright XD

In all seriousness, these weasels at a christening! Oh lord, that will either be the most well-guarded christening (not that that's really necassary), or everything is going to go wrong XD either way, Maisie will get to see first hand how her weasel mafia unkles operate.

#asks #other peoples oc's #Smartass Weasel #Toon Patrol #wfrr #who framed roger rabbit #disney villains #disney #memes

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xshatteredreflectionsx · 3 months

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There was a fire alarm blaring from the direction of the kitchens of the Invincible. This was already strange, but it was worse when one considered that all the catering staff would be off-duty at this point in the day.

The culprit was still on the scene, swearing up a storm as he batted smoke away from the oven. When he realised he had been spotted, Yancy jumped in fright.

"Snapshot! Fuck. Shit. Youse ain't 'sposed to see this. Or this." At first he gestured to the oven, then to the smoke overhead. "I wanted to surprise you. Remember how we's was talking 'bout cakes an' shit - ohfuckwaitholdon." The mere word was enough to remind him that he hadn't actually finished stopping the smoke from erupting out of the oven. A charred, flaked mess was yanked out of the oven and thrown toward the nearest sink. "I might have decided I wanted to bake youse a cake for youse's birthday, but I might have fucking put the cake on the wrong shelf thing and the heat bar-thing on top make the fucking thing catch fire."

He slumped against the sink, forlornly looking at the overcooked disaster before him. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to give youse a good birthday. It's 'sposed to be chocolate but... It's okay if you just wanna toss it." (theauthorlives)

"... You were my new dream."

"And you were mine."

It didn't matter that Morgan had seen this movie at least twenty times, this ending scene still got to them. Laying in bed, teary eyed as Eugene and Rapunzel said their Not-Final words to each other, Morgan was almost glad Yancy wasn't there. But on the other hand, this was the greatest animated movie ever made and he was missing it.

The fire alarm shrieked across the ship just as Morgan had started to blow their nose. With all the grace of a drunken newborn deer, they tumbled off the side of the bed. The Ship AI dryly noted that there was a fire in the galley, and Morgan scrambled to their feet, assuring everyone who had poked their heads out in concern and curiosity that they would handle it. It was probably quite the sight. Their fearless captain, wearing pajama bottoms with pink mustaches on them and a T-shirt that read: "Not Now, Sweety, Mommy is Cyberbullying the Mayor" marching down the hall like they were going into battle.

The culprit was their betrothed. He scrambled to explain himself, barely pausing to take a breath before he all but doing himself at the oven and ripped out a smoking thing. Morgan slapped their hand against the nearest control pad to shut off the fire alarm as Yancy slumped against the sink, defeated. Morgan crept over to look at the smoking mass that was probably perfectly good cake dough at one point.

(Anything was better than the... Abomination Morgan had tried to make for the Anniversary of the Invincible II's voyage. It had traumatized the Section Leads so much they shot it out of the airlock and vowed to never speak of it again. Morgan swore she saw Burt shed a few tears.)

"Fire Suppression Systems Activating." The Ship AI droaned, a good five minutes after the fact. If anything, the water made the mess in the cake pan look even sorrier. Morgan clicked their tongue and tapped Yancy's cheek to get his attention.

"I appreciate the thought, but I am having a good birthday, because I get to spend it with you." They signed. Reaching up to brush back a few stray curls away from Yancy's forehead. His hair would fluff out in the way Morgan adored once it dried. They planted a quick kiss on Yancy's lips as the sprinklers sputtered out. "Let's hurry and get rid of the evidence before the cook finds out." They added, looking at the cake pan. (They swore, they knew him from somewhere. Happy Trails? They didn't spend enough time in the kitchen to know for sure. But regardless, he took his kitchen very seriously, and who knew what would happen if he found out about this?)

#behind the camera (morgan)#golden hearted convict (yancy)#not in circles but in spiral graphs (iswm)#my heart lives behind bars (morgancy)#theauthorlives #(THEM!!!)

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onbeinganangel · 2 years

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do youse seriously have THAT much free time to give THIS much thought to whose fictional dick goes into whose fictional hole, jesus fuck

you should be worried when a self employed artist (translation: i married rich so i could drink and cry all day) questions how much free time you have. if you don’t know what to do with yourself, may i suggest something that keeps your hands busy so you can’t reach your phone/laptop/device in which you access the internet? have you tried knitting? crochet? paper collage? flower pressing? embroidery? i can teach you! stabbing fabric is very cathartic! sometimes when i am stitching i think of people who like to send abuse to people who are putting out creative work for free actually 😌😌

seriously get a life, i honestly don’t think i put that much thought into who tops or bottoms in my rl relationships lmao, pls consider fucking off

#now please go play outside for a little bit darlings mummy’s got a headache

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issie-https · 1 year

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A-Z Headcanons

Izzy Stradlin X Reader Headcanons

A/n: Izzy is my babygirl(he’s like 3 times my age). Anyways, last headcanon for the week(probably).

Word count: 1001

Warnings: Smut!!!

Masterlist

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A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

He doesn't hate it but he prefers to cuddle and watch tv or have a smoke together.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)

He loves his nose. He loves having you sit on his face because he can just devour you from there and oh lord, is it good.

His favourite part of you is your mouth. Same as Slash, he loves to fuck your mouth until you're tapping on his thigh for air.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

Cannot decide on whether he loves to cum everywhere or whether he'd rather cum inside you. Probably a bit of both, depends on if he's feeling possessive or not.

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Around the other guys or in public, Izzy is quiet and yk, seems like he doesn't like much. But in the bedroom(or wherever you decide to fuck), he's loud, loving and everything else in between.

E - Experience (how experienced are they)

Very experienced. All I'm gonna say.

F - Favorite Position (self explanatory)

From behind. Whether it be doggy, you bent over something, etc. . Cannot convince me otherwise.

G - Goofy (are they more silly or serious in the moment)

Serious. Like, he takes sex seriously. Not like a task or anything like that but he definitely prefers it to be serious but if you're both drunk or high(or both), a few giggles will be let out.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

He's fairly trimmed because I don't feel like he wants a bush but also doesn't want to be fully shaven.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

It's rough most of the time but every so often(or if you specifically ask), he can be so fucking romantic.

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Hear me out...

He comes home from the studio and hears your moans from the bedroom so he walks in and sees you fingering yourself and boy, are you IN for it.

(Yes, reverse version of Duffs. Shut up.)

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking, bondage, dacryphilia, temperature play(ice cubes) and some other stuff. This man is down for anything. I think he’d be into cnc but it’s not his number one kink.

L - Location (favorite place to do the do)

Kitchen(bending you over the counter), Living room(bending you over the sofa). Basically anywhere he can bend you over something.

M - Motivation (what gets them going)

Anything. This man is quiet in the streets, and a freak in she sheets.

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)

Not much but he isn’t into knife play. He doesn’t like the idea of possibly causing permanent damage to you.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills)

Edges you with his tongue until you’re a whimpering mess under him.

If you’re the one giving head, he’s holding your head down so he’s hitting the back of your throat and your tears are running down your cheeks.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual)

Fast and rough king. He loves pounding into you because of how loud you get for him. If you want a soft night, he’d be okay with it but the next night you fuck, he’s going twice as hard.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)

Prefers long fuck sessions but won’t turn down a quickie because the less time you have, the quicker he goes and as mentioned above, fast and rough king.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment)

Yes but prefers to stick to what youse usually do. But yeah, if you wanna try something new, he’s down asf.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

3-4 rounds for about 30-45 minutes each round(wow that was randomly specific Jesus). But despite that, he could go all night gladly.

T - Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them?)

Y.E.S. Butt plugs, vibrators, ropes, cuffs, gags, blindfolds, etc. . I don’t think he’d use them on himself, like at all. But he uses them on you often. He also probably has some vibrating panties that he makes you wear in public because he loves teasing you.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As said like 8 words ago, he LOVES to tease you. He’s a little fucker for teasing you. Wherever, whenever(we’re meant to be together(shakira)), he can tease you, he’s going to tease you and so much until you’re literally crying and begging for him to fuck you.

V - Volume (how loud are they)

Not too loud himself but loves when you get vocal. Loves to hear you beg for him in anyway. He also likes when you’re at that point of just babbling because you’re so fucked out to form actual words or sentences.

W - Wild Card (get a random headcanon)

You and him have a sex tape(not a Pam & Tommy situation. Just saying). It started off as a joke between you both but at some point, you talked it over and decided to actually do it so you(and by you, I mean him) can watch it when he’s on tour.

X - X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants)

Not giant but not tiny. I’m saying 5-7 inches because we all know that it’s not the size that counts but how well they use it(at least for me that is).

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Horny/dtf 24/7. He won’t always fuck you but you know he’s always horny.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

Literally never sleeps. Jk but you will have a full nap/sleep and he’s still awake(and smoking a cig because it’s Izzy Stradlin we’re talking about). I feel like he loves to watch you sleep but not in a sexual way(sometimes, yk, cnc).

#guns n roses #gnr #izzy gnr #izzy stradlin imagine #slash gnr #axl gnr #duff gnr #steven gnr #axl rose imagine #duff mckagan imagine

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judeswhore · 9 months

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Being on holiday with youse whole friend group and jude sleeps with another girl but when you find out you don't yell at him or say anything cs atp you're so numb and tired of it so you ignore him for the rest of the trip and he's losing his mind begging you to talk to him cs you ignoring him is way worse than blowing up at him

payback being ur best friend bc if he can do it so can u so u hook up w a random guy at a club right in front of jude and he finally gets to feel the hurt u feel whenever he does it. just making out w this guy right where jude can see and jude’s not sure if he wants to scream or cry but he’s so hurt by it he thinks he might actually throw up and when he’s talking to the rest of ur friends abt it they’re like ??? literally what did he expect when he’s been treating u like shit for so long. and they give him a proper serious talk abt how much he hurts u and that u really do deserve better and he should let u go if he doesn’t want u seriously and it just knocks his head on his shoulders a little more so he’s turning up to ur room that night and begging u to give him another chance

#hey jude :)

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echo-echo31 · 2 years

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The egos with a S.O on their period with very bad pain, how do they cheer them up?

Dark

He won't say anything, just silently pulls you into his arms and holds you in his lap.

He'll let you snuggle into his shoulder, rocking slightly to help comfort you.

Yancy

At first he's all like 'wtf do I do?' because no one's ever confided in him about that kinda stuff before.

Once you've said it's okay to ask questions though, he's the best at giving comfort.

He asks what pads/tampons you need, whether a hot water bottle will help, what kind of chocolate you're craving.

These items do tend to mysteriously appear but you don't ask too many questions (even when the warden's cursing down the corridors about someone stealing his Milk Tray).

Very understanding the one time you leaked onto the prison bedsheets. 'Don't youse worry, Y/N. I know a thing or two 'bout blood stains...'

Illinois

Being the s.o of an adventurer often leaves access to supplies a little tricky.

The first time you'd run out you were trying to allude to what you needed, before giving up and literally shouting 'I'M BLEEDING FROM MY VAGINA' at the poor man inside a very echoy cave.

To his credit, he wasn't at all flustered, just grabbed his backpack and produced a box of tampons and painkillers.

Apparently he'd had enough experience with former partners to plan ahead.

Wilford

Will literally smother you in affection.

Seriously, you think that maybe he even likes it when you're on, just so he has an excuse to dote on you.

A little too preoccupied with the pretty packaging your pads come in. "I could design something so much more extravagant, Y/N! Where's the excitement, the blood, the DRAMA?"

Google

Of course he has your cycle perfectly calculated and mapped out.

"Y/N, your menstral cycle will commence it's bleeding stage in 3 days."

To be honest, it's kinda annoying sometimes. "Why did you cut the carrots into SQUARES I wanted BATONS!" "Y/N, your emotional response may be due to your ovulation process being at it's peak" "I'll fucking ovulate you in a minute!" "That insult does not make logical sense-"

Murderpiler/Murdock

He's very used to the sight of blood. It kinda gets him excited??

He's both a sadist and a masochist.

Do with that what you will.

#echo writes #echo answers #markiplier ego headcanons #markiplier

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falcatrecon · 2 years

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Kinktober day 18

bondage/tit fucking (also a little knife, a little fake kidnapping) Murdock & Yancy, afab

“Youse caught a pretty one this time.” You looked up from the floor of the van you’d been tossed into with a mild glare in Yancy’s general direction. They did this sometimes, just simply steal you off the streets. Not that you were seriously complaining but this time Murdock had been a bit less subtle and you had almost thought you were really being kidnapped.

You were about to complain when Murdock pushed you further into the van, slamming the door behind him. It was a full panel van with tinted windows, and as the darkness settled you lost your words to the flush beginning in your body. You knew these two well enough that once they got you to a quiet place they would have their fun, and this was certainly quiet. Murdock grinned down at you. “Always do.”

“How youse feelin’ doll?” Yancy ran his hands up along your arms, pulling your hands to his chest. “Hope he wasn’t too rough on youse.” You shook your head, and he grinned. “Good.” He shifted his hold on your hands, easily keeping you still with one while reaching for something. A rope was quickly looped around your wrists, tugged tight. “Rather not start the fun too early.” He pulled you off his lap to secure the other end of the rope to the van’s floor, forcing you to lay on your back with your hands in the air.

Your eyes caught the glint of metal, Murdock twirling his knife. You were glad you weren’t wearing anything you particularly cared about, but you still squirmed as if you were trying to pull away. That earned you rough hands on your hips, forcing you to lay still. You whimpered at that, yanking a bit on the rope. Murdock sat on your legs to hold you down and allow his hands to be free to work.

Murdock took a long moment to stare at you. You could see Yancy shift impatiently out of the corner of your eye as you stared back. He always took his time, the calculating one out of the pair. You rocked your hips up against him, getting him to smirk. “You think that’ll distract me?” His knife trailed the top edge of your shirt before he yanked it upward and cut down, sawing past the collar. He stopped and let it drop, the cut barely started. He leaned back and gestured. “Go for it.”

Yancy grinned. “Thank youse.” It was his turn to lean over you, grabbing the starting cut and tearing, ripping your shirt down the front easily. That had you squirming for a different reason, wanting them to touch you so much more. Yancy obliged your unspoken thought, hands skating across your exposed skin. His progress was arrested by your bra, and he huffed in annoyance. “Murdock.” “Yeah yeah, I know.” He pushed Yancy to the side, his knife slipping under the center of your bra and pulling upward, neatly slicing it in two before flicking the offending fabric out of the way. As soon as the knife was clear Yancy’s hands were back on you, teasing and tugging your breasts. That set you whimpering in reply, arching your back into his touch. You could feel Murdock shift further down your legs so he could reach your pants, thankfully working them open with the buttons this time. His fingers dug under the edge, dragging everything off sharply.

You trembled at the cool air of the van against your naked skin as Murdock pushed your legs apart to settle between them. His next touch was surprisingly gentle, the soft leather of his gloves ghosting across your hip. This time you couldn’t help your smile. He’d found your little gift for the two of them. “Hey Yance.” Murdock nudged Yancy. “Look.”

“Oh babydoll.” Yancy’s fingers joined Murdock’s at your hip. “Youse got our initials inked all permanent.” They traced the M and Y you had gotten tattooed recently. “Marked youse as <i>ours</i>.“

“You know, if I had known you enjoyed marks so much…” You felt the cool metal of the knife trace along the skin of your other hip. “I have a steady hand.” You couldn’t help the soft moan at that, earning a grin. “But I’ll admit, the ink stands out stronger.”

Yancy pressed his palm against the tattoos. “Maybe I needs to update mine.” His eyes flicked to Murdock’s knife still tracing your skin. “Or ask a favor from youse.”

Murdock practically purred at that suggestion before grabbing Yancy’s jaw roughly, taking a kiss. “Later.” You watched them intently, unsure if you wanted them to continue or bring their attention back to you. Turned out to be the latter as Murdock’s gloved hand slid lower, palming the top of your mound. He looked down at you with a grin. “You want to watch, huh?”

“I don’t mind puttin’ on a show for youse.” Yancy easily pulled his shirt off, the canvas of his skin always getting your attention. Murdock was staring too before reaching out and hauling him forward by the hair, giving him another blistering kiss. Yancy began working at his own pants. It didn’t stop the path of Murdock’s other hand, fingers dipping between your folds ever so slowly. You moaned and rocked up into his touch. The gloves felt amazing but you desperately wanted skin. You yanked on the rope holding you in place, getting them to look at you again.

Sighing with a grin, Murdock pushed Yancy back. “Top half is yours.”

“Why do youse always get the pussy?” Yancy pretended to gripe as he wriggled his way out of his pants. He leaned over you, hands immediately on your breasts. “Though I do enjoy tits.”

“You’ve answered your own question.” His strokes were slow, letting your desire build. “You know what. Show me how much you like them.”

“Sure thing.” Yancy smirked, leaning down to lick at your nipples, teasing the other with a good tweak. You bucked and whined, but Murdock kept his hand just the right distance so you couldn’t get purchase for proper friction. Yancy watched you as he sucked, letting his teeth drag lightly across the sensitive nub. You squirmed more under the attention, trying to physically beg for more. He frowned slightly before something seemed to strike him. He sat back up before straddling you, and you unconsciously opened your mouth.

Yancy chuckled. “No, not what I’m going for, but thank youse for offerin’.” He settled on your chest, resting his dick right between your breasts. He massaged them around his shaft with a pleased sigh. You heard a solid smack right before he yelped. “What the sam-hell was that for!”

“I said show me, you ass.” Murdock had stopped moving his hand to glare at Yancy. “Turn around.”

“Right.” Yancy huffed in annoyance but resettled himself. You could see a nice red mark right on his buttcheek. You didn’t have long to stare before he was practically sitting on your face.

You ran your tongue across the skin you could reach, and that did get him to tremble, but this wasn’t what he was after either. His hands were on your breasts again, pressing them around himself again, now in full view for Murdock to watch. He slowly rocked his hips, rubbing himself along your chest. His thumbs idly flicked your nipples as he moved, getting you to twitch every time.

You were able to get back at him slightly, because every time he pulled back to thrust again his balls got within mouth reach. It didn’t take long before he started to linger on the backswing, letting you mouth along the sensitive skin.

Murdock’s hand left you, but you could hear the rustling of clothes as he opened his pants. He jostled both of you as he hefted your hips up to meet his, teasing your entrance with the tip of his dick. You could hear the grin in his voice as you felt Yancy slow slightly. “Better view this way, hm?”

“Youse got that right.” He paused to pat your stomach in apology. “Youse have a very pretty face, but youse both got pretty privates too.” His pace into your boobs picked back up as he hummed in satisfaction. “And they’re real gorgeous to watch together.”

You couldn’t help the low moan as Murdock finally pressed in, burying himself deep into you. His thumb brushed your tattoo before he took hold of your hips, immediately rolling into a rough pace. You whined, trying your best to meet him with your own hips, but your arms tied as they were gave you no counterbalance to give decent thrust.

You also couldn’t reach up and haul Yancy further back, because right now you desperately wanted him in your mouth, to be filled from both ends. You tried to get his attention by mouthing harder when he was in reach. His fingers only gripped your breasts all the tighter, getting you to whimper, letting them do what they wanted to you. One of Murdock’s hands slid from your hip to between your legs, pressing that blessed bundle of nerves. It didn’t take you long before you were right around him, your body trying it’s best to keep him close. He didn’t even slow, of course, pushing straight through your orgasm.

Yancy finally decided to change his angle, reaching down and tilting your head back, pushing into the warmth of your mouth. You eagerly tongued at him, pressing against what skin you could. “God youse feel good.” He didn’t let go of your breasts, continuing to fondle them as he started to move in earnest.

Murdock leaned a bit forward, getting a different angle into you with better leverage. He slammed home, shoving you up onto Yancy’s dick. They managed to get you close again, moaning desperately around Yancy. His hands finally stilled as he tensed, trying not to shove so far he’d drown you as he came. Swallowing around him got you trembling again, this time trying your best to tighten your legs around Murdock. It didn’t do any good, he was so much stronger than you. It didn’t take him much longer at least, finally slamming home, fingers sharp in your hips as you could feel his warmth deep inside.

Yancy pulled free to let you breathe easier. Murdock didn’t move, only admired you two from where he rested. “Go ahead and undo the rope.”

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