#URBANDICTIONARY

[sheniq]

Colored people's time (also abbreviated to CP time or CPT) is an American expression referring to African Americans as frequently being late. #cptime #urbandictionary https://www.instagram.com/p/CoXkqjxLIad/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[bufffnaked]

Now I have no more men in my field of vision

Jirate

[mamawasatesttube]

kon canonically goes to clark just to bitch about his rogues gallery and you people have the audacity to suggest they have a bad relationship. smh

[thisissirius]

i would pay actual money for eddie to call buck his baby daddy just once

"him? he's my baby daddy"

buck.exe has stopped working

[appropriatelystupid]

is this love island game ad really how i’m gonna learn that graft is apparently slang for something now??

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

I have been baffled by the “Free Mustache Rides” shirt in NtN for like 3/4 a year now. I was like “That’s nonsense. That’s why Nona loves it, right? But didn’t Pyrrha say Cam would hate it or something--”

I’m not sure if I misremembered that part, but I just googled “what does free mustache ride shirt mean” thinking there’d be TLT discussion that mentioned it SOMEWHERE on the internet. But no. It is... a slang term, apparently.

A slang term for a thing Cam would very much have NOT approved of.

(If you look it up for yourself, be warned that it’s rated X.)

[mjalti]

did you know you're a sigma female? (affectionate)

[umbrellasandrain]

i can tell you what figging is. if you want to know. but your first thought wasn’t far off

please tell me what figging is i need to know asap

[celticwoman]

okay now what does *the bit* mean

[tremendousmothergoat]

thoughts on pazuri

You mean......the line of vacation homes in Africa? She....hasn't been there enough to know! Something about lots of voracious wildlife and all..

[alex-verano]

sensitive ass white suburban USamericans will coin words about their theoretical trauma from seeing some thinkpieces on a topic

meanwhile everyone else has to functionally survive with their real fear and PTSD about real things that have happened to them and the present day-to-day dangers in their lives

and then if u tell said white us ppl abt those traumas and dangers theyll literally say youre lying for attention. its fascinating

[atlasllm]

🥺

[nopesjsgwhqgsx]

someone introduce Edwin to UrbanDictionary

[vikkisixxpixx]

Originally wrote this as a scenario for my Motley Crue DR (shifter rep), decided to post it since there's a severe lack of this kink in bandfic

To clarify, I am a cardiophile. UrbanDictionary describes cardiophilia as "the act of being obsessed with the heart," though personally, I prefer the term "fascinated." Depending on the person, it can be sexual or nonsexual (it's both for me), however, since this is a smut, this will be focused on the sexual aspect. Now, as the song says, on with the show.

Dr. Feelgood

(Source)

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Suki Taylor (my DR self), is in first person from the perspective of Suki Word Count: 1,236 Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+ content), cardiophilia/heartbeat kink, medfet, fingering f!receiving, piv sex (protection not mentioned because I forgot, could go either way in your imagination), multiple orgasms (on the part of Suki), explicit language, mentions of alcohol (in passing), nicknames, a very corny joke mid-tango, lmk if I missed anything. Don't like? Don't read. Extra Notes: we needed more of this kink anyway. also Quiet Riot's Cum On Feel The Noize came on shuffle when I wrote the second orgasm and I still find it hilarious Based on: Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crue (in name), the horny thoughts I got after viewing the attached photo No beta, we die like real men

Nikki sighs as he sits next to me on the tour bus. Tommy’s at a payphone calling Heather, while Mick and Vince are having a few drinks on the bus.

“If I don’t have one night away from Tommy, I’m gonna fuckin’ scream,” Nikki breaks the silence. “He’s about to drive me batshit crazy!”

I stifle a giggle. “Do you wanna get a hotel for tonight?” I ask. “You have another show here tomorrow.”

He presses a kiss to my cheek. “That is an amazing idea.”

It’s about an hour later that the two of us are checked into a room at some chain hotel; not sleazy, but definitely not the Ritz.

“It’ll look like shit after we’re done anyway,” Nikki says with a shit-eating grin on his face.

I snicker, rolling my suitcase to the corner of the room. “I wish the show wasn’t so soon. Then we could…”

He stalks over to me before lightly brushing his fingertips down my arm. “I don’t have to go.”

I laugh slightly. “You’re in one of the most popular bands in the world. You’re not missing a show!”

He plants a sloppy kiss on my lips. “Maybe later I can do something special for you.”

I smirk. “I’d love nothing more.” I give him a quick kiss before saying, “Now, you need to go.”

He kisses me again before walking out the door.

The show, like usual, is very loud and very successful. But, for the first time I’ve ever seen, Nikki is ecstatic to get off stage.

As we’re walking out to the car the venue lent us, he throws an arm around me. “Ya know, babe, I think that was my best performance yet.”

“What makes you say that, honey?”

“Because I played the best I could so I could go back to the hotel as fast as I can.”

I laugh at his comment as the two of us get in the car.

The drive to the hotel is largely quiet, though the sexual tension is palpable.

“I’ve got a surprise in my suitcase,” Nikki speaks in a singsong voice as we enter our room.

“You do, do you?” I ask with my eyebrow quirked.

“Mhmm. Go in the bathroom and don’t come out ‘til I say so.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply with a smirk. He chuckles and smacks my ass as I walk away.

It’s a silent moment later that I hear, “The doctor will see you now, Miss Taylor.”

“Dr. Feelgood?”

I walk into the room to find Nikki wearing a white coat—and only a white coat—with a stethoscope around his neck.

“Yeah, I heard you’ve been under the weather, Miss Taylor,” he says with a devious smirk.

I giggle. “Yes, Doctor, I’ve been feeling very, very sick.” I fall onto the bed dramatically with a hand on my chest.

“What seems to be the trouble, Miss Taylor?”

“My heart just feels all sorts of funny, Doctor.” I blush when I realize what I’ve said.

Without wasting a second, Nikki walks over. “Hmm, sounds like I should check that out.” In one swift move, the stethoscope is gone from his neck and has found a new place, with one end on my chest.

A few silent seconds pass before I blurt out, “That thing’s not even real, is it?”

Nikki chuckles. “You bet your ass it is.” He smirks as we both feel my heart rate skyrocket. A blush makes its way across my cheeks as he says, “Now that is interesting. Take a deep breath for me, would ya, babe?”

My stomach does flips at the way it sounds when he says that sentence, but I obey nonetheless.

He listens silently for a moment. “Miss Taylor, could I get you to be my guinea pig for a second?”

“Of course, Dr. Feelgood,” I reply. “What do I need to do?”

“Just stay still for me.” He plants one of his signature sloppy kisses on my lips, listening to the effect it has on my heart. “Hmm, just like I thought. I gotta operate, Miss Taylor. Now. With your permission, of course.”

“Oh, absolutely, Doctor. Is there anything I need to do?” I ask as dramatically as I can.

“Let me do all the work for you.” He kisses me again before slipping my battle vest off to hit the floor, followed by my tank top.

With more of my chest exposed, he starts placing kisses on every inch of my bare skin, occasionally just above my heart, which is the only time he moves the stethoscope. Each one earns a moan.

“Beautiful sounds, baby,” Nikki says between kisses. “From your mouth and your heart. Got one more in you?”

He slinks a finger past my shorts and underwear after his words, curling it inside me; an action which elicits the loudest moan I’ve let out so far.

“Good girl. Mind if I take these off?”

My brain is already so foggy from pleasure that the only thing I can do is release an affirming noise before my shorts and panties join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. With them out of the way, another slender finger joins the first one.

“Fuck, Nikki!” I shout.

He chuckles. “I will, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.” His white coat falls to the floor before he removes his fingers to put them in his mouth. “You are delicious.”

Before I can even think about his statement, he’s got me in a new position on the bed, before thrusting himself inside me.

I let out another “Fuck!” as Nikki starts finding a rhythm. I can only imagine the sounds filling the earpieces of the stethoscope as he’s fucking the daylights out of me.

“How does it feel, Princess?” he growls. “How does it feel knowing I’m fucking your pretty pussy to the beat of your own poor little heart?”

“Feels good!” I manage to moan out, my body bouncing with his every move.

He chuckles. “And that’s why they call me Dr. Feelgood. Because I’m the one to make you feel alright.”

Normally I would’ve laughed at his joke, but I’m so cock-drunk by this point that my only response is to throw my head back and mewl.

It’s hardly even a second later that I feel the telltale knot of an orgasm building in my stomach. “Fuck, I’m gonna— Aah!”

Nikki chuckles once more. “Go ahead and let yourself cum, Miss Taylor.”

A scream of “Nikki!” comes out as I give in to the pleasure.

As my body quivers beneath him, his thrusts start to become unsteady.

“Nikki, I wanna listen to your heart while you cum,” I whine.

He smirks and quickly switches the stethoscope around. Now my ears are filled with the beautiful sound of his heartbeat. A moment of counting reveals it to be at 130 beats per minute.

“Fuck, Nikki, your heart’s racing,” I blurt out.

“It’s cuz I love you so much.”

His unsteady thrusts paired with the sound of his heart in my ears is enough to send me over the edge again, and the two of us climax in sync.

Panting fills the air as neither of us say anything at first. After a moment, Nikki takes the stethoscope and puts it back on me.

“Your heart sounds like a fuckin’ jackhammer, babe.”

I slap his arm playfully. “Shut up!”

[cerosin-bis]

who have more rizz? krueger or nikto.

my millenial ass literally had to urbandictionary this word i am cackling. diagnosed as old woman

OK so. this is SUCH a good ask here comes an elaborate reply

Nikto used to pull bitches with a snap of his fingers when he was younger but because he was like. A big man. Smug and bragging and strutting about. He had a reputation, was tall, imposing, loud, picked and won fights all the time. He was the neighbourhood equivalent of a gang leader he had bitches on his dick figuratively and literally. Then, in the military, he was a deep-cover agent so... charm/charisma was kinda part of his work. Since his torture, since he's Nikto, he doesn't really have any 😔 He's smart, but too blunt now.

KRUEGER... hands down has the most rizz. since FOREVER. When he was a teen this man was breaking up perfectly healthy couples because he was making both the gf and the bf cheat on the other WITH HIM. EFFORTLESSLY!!! Krueger is more... insidious, underhanded than Nikto. He's both the snake and the snake charmer. He's charismatic and peculiar: people are drawn to him, and if they aren't and he wants them to be... then they will be. :) (nikto is a prime example)

[olderthannetfic]

hi! sorry to bother you with a question about NSFW topics, but I thought you might know the answer to something that I've noticed. I've seen smut tagged with ''author is open to hearing about dead batteries'' and I was baffled at first. urbandictionary tells me it means you're encouraged to talk about masturbation in the comments... but like... why is it called that? where does it come from?

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I haven't seen that, but I assume it's a reference to using your vibrator so much that the batteries die.