#mgk shirtless

[what-if-nct]

Johnny: The only award show I truly would have loved to go to is the apmas.

Mark: What's the apmas?

Johnny: Alternative Press Music Awards, it was a mess. Trace Cyrus tried to fight Jack and Alex from all time low and made a dig at them while presenting shirtless. Just no shirt at an awards show. My kind of place.

Yuta: The dress code was all over the place Chris Motionless in a Tom Ford suit and black glitter then Dan Lambton in a T-shirt and basketball shorts.

Johnny: Craig Mabbit was dressed like he was in the Amish Mafia while Vic Fuentes looked like TJ from Recess going to a wedding.

Yuta: And everyone was drunk and or high. Literally bringing drinks on stage and MGK and Modsun literally got high during the show in the audience.

Johnny: We belonged there.

Yuta: And Andy Beirsack.

Mark: What about Andy Beirsack?

Yuta: He was just there. Being Andy.

Johnny: So many tall Midwestern men covered in tattoos, *sniffles* my people.

[greyson--matthew--sixx]

Greyson had just arrived at Allison’s, after sending texts back and forth, one of which Greyson had let slip he loved her partially as a joke through their texts, but it turned into the two needing to talk. She’d confessed she didn’t want him seeing anyone else and he definitely felt the same way. With her coffee in hand, Grey made his way up to the apartment. Knocking on the door, he then tried the handle and opened the door. “I’m letting myself in. You better be decent.” He paused before walking in. “Or not.” He laughed to himself and shut the door. “Your coffee is here.” He called out as he made his way further inside the apartment. “So, that text.”

@a-llisongrey

[bigkimsprettyboyblog]

Machine Gun Kelly

happy + smiley + oranges

[triplexdoublex]

Pornstar

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: rough sex, anal sex, face fucking, gagging, spit, spitting in mouth, slight bondange, golden showers, pissing in mouth, slapping across face, being filmed.

A/N: Shout out to Shawnie ( @heytheregreeneyes) for always letting me use her as my OC and being my best friend. Also Colson isn’t MGK in this, just a pornstar so his personality isn’t as cocky as he usually is. I know I’ve mentioned it before but the sex in this is loosely based off my fave porn star Small Hands AKA Aaron Thompson. Hope this was worth the wait. Lemme know what you think! “Open it, open it!” Your roommate and best friend Shawnie stood before you with a gift bag in hand, shaking it excitedly.

“My birthday’s not even until this weekend,” You laughed taking the bag from her. “You sure you don’t want me to wait? It’s only a few more days.”

“ No please, I’ve kept this a secret for long enough, it’s killing me! Just open it!” She exclaimed. “Plus your gonna need time to prepare.”

“Prepare?” 

“C’mom, just open it, open it, open it!!!” She was far too excited. You wondered what it could be that she was so eager to give you. But what you pulled out of the bag just left you with even more questions. 

“Thanks???” You said confused, holding up a sexy red lace bra and matching g- string that tied at hips. 

“That’s only part of it,” she assured you. “What’s your biggest wish?” She tried to clue you in.

“Ummm paying off all my student debt?” You answered still puzzled. “Did you get me a job as a stripper?” You laughed.

“Okay, maybe ‘wish’ was the wrong word to use … hmmm—oh biggest fantasy!” She corrected herself. 

“Oh to fuck my favorite porn star Huge Hands, AKA Colson Baker. You know that — wait … no, no way!”  You exclaimed as your friend started frantically nodding her head yes. “Shut up!!! What? You’re kidding. Like how?”

“Look in the bag . There’s more!” 

You reached into the bag and pulled out a pass of some kind and read it aloud. “Huge Hands/Colson Baker : Exclusive Access, Porn Star for a Day pass” 

“They were super limited, I have no clue how I managed to snag one, but I’m so happy I did! The look on your face right now is priceless!” Shawnie laughed. “It’s probably because you’re the only one I know who’s  crazy enough to actually go through with this.”

“I-I don’t even know what to say. I have no words… thank you.” You expressed your gratitude, still in shock. “I’m really about to have the best sex of my life this weekend! On my birthday yet! Have you seen his fucking cock, it’s huuuge!”

“Yes, many times,” Shawnie chuckled , entertained by how pumped you are. “Or did you forget about all the links of his umm ‘work’ you’ve sent me?” Shawnie wasn’t big on porn herself but she was always willing to take an interest in your latest obsessions, no matter what they were. That’s what you loved most about her. “Turn it over, it tells you more about what’s included on the back.”

You did as she suggested, turning the pass over to read more. “Half hour zoom call day before to privately discuss details, and needs/wants of scene; hair and make up; up to one hour of shooting time; and keepsake autographed DVD recording,” you listed off. “You know I’m gonna watch that everyday for the rest of my life, right?” 

“I’m assuming you’re gonna make me watch it at least once too, knowing you,” Shawnie laughed. 

“Yeah probably,” you laughed as well. “ I got no shame!”

*************

You’re stomach was in knots as you waited for the zoom call to begin; you’d never felt so excited and  nervous at the same time. Shawnie was there with you sitting just out of frame, when the ‘bloop’ of the call came through your computer's speakers. 

“Hi, Y/N?” Colson questioned.

“Yeah, hi. That’s me!” You did a timid little wave.

“Ok good, just wanted to make sure I got the right person before we get started here. Imagine that … Awkward!,” he laughed, and you instantly began to relax; you could tell he was going to be easy to talk to. “Well, obviously you know what I do , but I’d love to hear a little about you. Says here on your forms you’re a college student?”

“Wait, what forms?” You asked.

“The ones you filled out online with your info and kinks and things you wanted to include in our video when you purchased the Pornstar for a day package,” he answers slightly confused. 

“Ohhh, my friend bought me this for my birthday, she must have filled them out.” You responded. “She’s right here. Say hi Shawnie!”

“Hi!” She giggled leaning into frame. 

“Hello. Wow this must be some “friendship” he joked making air quotes. “Because this is a very detailed list. You gotta hear this.” He smirks. “Written in the section about what you hope to include in our scene says— and  I quote: I want Huge Hands/ Colson to absolutely destroy me. I want him to fuck my throat, my pussy and my ass. I want him to slap me around, and spit and piss in my mouth, and anything else he wants to do to me, I’m all for it.”  He choked out a laugh pulling dramatically at the collar of his shirt “Whew, I’m the pornstar here and that’s even got me blushing!”

“Oh my God, Shawnie!” You covered your beet red face.

“What!?, did I lie?” She laughed.

“I mean no, but still. Damn, to hear it out loud like that.” Your eyes bulged. 

“So it’s true then?” Colson asked slyly.

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” you hid your smile behind your hand, shaking your head in embarrassed disbelief.

“Aye,  no need to be embarrassed, we’re gonna have fun tomorrow, I can tell,” he smiled. “I’m especially excited that your interested in Anal. It’s kinda my favorite. I’m assuming you’ve done it before?” 

“Yeah,” you answered simply.

“Do you enjoy it?” He asked.

“Tell him what your ex said!”  Shawnie blurted out. 

“Oh, boy. I gotta hear this,” he chuckled. “What’d the ex say?”

You inhaled deeply before speaking, “I do enjoy it, probably more than regular sex, if I’m being honest,” you admitted. There was no use trying to be coy now. “Uhhh he actually said I could be a pornstar since I can take a hard anal pounding so well.” 

“Nice!” He exclaimed. “Girl, after my own heart.”

“Jesus Christ, this conversation has me sweating already,” you chuckled standing up to pull your cardigan off. 

“Is that a little tattoo I saw there, peaking out of the top of your jeans?” He asked. 

“Yeah, you wanna see?” You unzipped your jeans without waiting for a response and lowered the top of your underwear just enough to show him. 

“ The Playboy bunny, huh? How fitting,” he teased.

“What can I say, it was my first tattoo,” you giggled “Seemed like that’s what everyone was getting at the time.”

“What else you got going on down there?” He lifted his head as if trying to see more. “Is that a landing strip?” He asked referring to the thin dark stripe of short curls just  barely visible above the band of your lowered underwear. “Can I see?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you lowered them further exposing yourself, your inhibition long gone at that point. “This is just how I normally like to groom. I can shave it completely if you prefer?” 

“Nah, it’s perfect,” he smiled. “Well, I think I have a pretty good idea now of what you like and what we’ll be getting ourselves into tomorrow. Do you have any questions or anything else you want me to know, before we end the call?” 

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Shawnie pretty much laid it all out on those forms,” you laughed. 

“That she did!” He produced a chuckle as well. “I meant to ask earlier, but, since she knows so much about your kinks and what not, have you two ever —“

“ No, just best friends, I tend to overshare, I guess.” 

“Yeah it amazes me sometimes, the things women  share with their friends, but yet guys are always the ones who are known to kiss and tell and brag about their conquests. Females can be just as bad, y’all just keep it on the low a little better,” he stated. “Well, I look forward to working with you tomorrow. Take care, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait!” You responded. “Bye.”

“Bye,”

You felt oddly comforted and at ease after the call, no longer a ball of nerves or embarrassment. He made you feel like there was no shame in enjoying the things you did. He was very professional despite the nature of the call; it didn’t feel sleezy or overly salacious; just two consenting adults having a mature conversation about their sexual desires. 

*************************

When you walked out of hair and make-up and onto set, you saw Colson waiting for you on a red leather couch. He was clad in only black dress pants; shirtless — his tattoos on full display. He smiled seductively when he saw you, beckoning you over with a pat to his thighs. You undid your silk robe they had given you and let it slip from your shoulders to the floor, revealing the red lacy set Shawnie had bought you, as you made your way over to him. You suddenly became very aware of all the cameras and other people in the room, as you sat on his lap. Somehow it has slipped your mind that they were all a part of what went into this.

“You get used to it,” he said softly , remembering the way he felt his first time in front of the cameras. “Just pretend they’re not even there— only me and you, okay?” He said brushing a finger along your thigh. “Unless, Shawnie forgot to mention you’re an exhibitionist too, then by all means enjoy them watching us fuck,” he joked, making you laugh. “Don’t forget, if you need me to stop at anytime for any reason, just give me three quick taps,” he demonstrated, tapping your thigh. “Don’t worry about the filming, they can always edit and piece things back together if needed. This is all for you and I want you to enjoy yourself. Oh and happy birthday by the way! It’s today right?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Thank you.”

“Ok, so we’ll just start the scene with some kissing and light touches, and when I feel you’re ready I’ll signal the camera man, he’ll call action, and then we'll be recording.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded your head. He had made you feel so comfortable and relaxed the last bit of nervousness you chalked up to just being slightly star struck; You never thought in a million years you’d get this opportunity.

“Ready?,” he pressed his forehead to yours, staring directly into your eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up into the most alluring devilish grin. 

“Ready,” you echoed back, biting your lip trying to suppress a needy whine. God you were always such a sucker for his killer eye contact in his films, and now you were the one his eyes were soul fucking. You’re heart pounded with excited anticipation as Colson’s face drew nearer to your own. He lightly held your chin as he pressed his lips to yours, parting them to introduce his tongue. It was a welcome greeting, cut short by the breathy “oh fuck ” that involuntarily slipped from your lips.

“”You good?” He laughed softly, a small puff of air the only thing separating your mouths; your foreheads still touching. 

“More...than good,” you spoke in a short choppy sentence trying to compose yourself. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked against your lips, continuing to kiss you. 

You melted into his kisses— slow and gentle at first,  increasing in intensity as he carried on. When he nipped at your bottom lip with a low groan, you lost all innocence, shifting positions to straddle his lap. You gripped the back of his head, as he kissed you and rolled your hips against him, demanding more. And that’s when he knew … that you were ready.  He quickly signaled to the cameraman with a thumbs up, and “Action” was called. 

His hand slipped down from your chin, settling on the highest part of your neck just under your jaw, his fingers squeezing at your pulse points on either side. Roughly he turned your head to the side with a push of his thumb and his mouth began mauling your neck with an appetite for lust, leaving blooming raspberry patches along the descending path of flesh that lead to your breasts. With one hand he expertly undid the front clasp of your red lace bra and took in the sight of you.

 “Perfect,” he whispered into your flesh with a growl, taking one breast  in each hand as he licked between them, keeping his eyes locked on yours. You slid the silky straps of your lingerie over your shoulders, letting it fall, as he took turns going back and forth between each breast treating each of your nipples to light suction and a pleasurable nibble. You let out a moan at his actions and again rolled your hips in his lap, pressing yourself against the hardening bulge inside his dress pants. “Needy are we?” He teased swiftly  spinning you around so your back was to his chest. He dug his chin into your shoulder peering over it as he snatched up the crotch of your panties roughly, tugging the material up between your lips . You canted your hips up chasing after the friction of the coarse fabric against your clit. “You like that, huh?” He pulled them harsher. 

“Mmmm, yes” you squeaked out, nodding your head.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he growled nipping at your neck. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he shoved the material to the side exposing you, letting his fingers explore your folds as he pleased. “You want my cock right in here huh?” His voice was so gravelly and low as he slipped a finger inside you, only to quickly pull it back out, teasing you. “Taste yourself,” he brought the finger to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, as he slid it further into your mouth, his long fingers slipping down the back of your throat. “Oh, god, yes!” He exclaimed impressed by how you didn’t even gag. “Tell ya what—“ he paused to add a second finger to your mouth, continuing to talk as you sucked “If you can suck my dick as good as that—“   he then pulled them back out of your mouth. “I might just have to fuck you right in here too,” he shoved his spit slicked fingers into your ass.

“Yes, fuck, please!” You whined, wiggling your hips, wanting his fingers deeper.  

“You like that? Huh. You dirty little anal whore!” He grabbed your neck with his free hand, keeping you pinned back against him, the fingers of his other hand still moving inside you.

“Yes, yes! I am,” you strained to speak. “Please, please fuck my ass!” You whined impatiently with pleasure. You never heard yourself sound so needy and desperate in your life.

“You sound you pretty when you beg, but you're gonna have to earn it first,” he demanded pulling out his fingers,  leaving you feeling empty. Quickly, you dropped to your knees in front of the couch as Colson got up standing before you. You waited impatiently while Colson unbuckled his belt above you. Once undone he yanked the belt free from the loops with a satisfying ‘whoosh’ that made you pulse between your thighs. You desperately clawed his pants and boxers  down his legs like a feral cat in heat as Colson brought the tip to your mouth, still holding onto his belt in the other. “Open!,” he demanded. “Goooood,” he growled in praise as you did what you were told. You reached up to grab it but ,“no hands!” he smacked them away, and then secured them behind your back with his belt. “Let’s try this again, open!” He spoke harshly. You obliged, opening wide. “Tongue” he barked.  You let it hang from your mouth with anticipation; eager breaths rolling down it like a panting dog eyeing a steak. He teased you, slapping his cock against your tongue before shoving it fully into your mouth. Your eyes prickled with tears as you fought your gag reflex, taking him down your throat. He held your head in place with one hand , the tip of your nose pressed flush against the coarse hair of his pelvis, as he hunched his body forward over yours untying the sides of your G-string. It slipped from your body leaving you completely nude. Colson smacked your ass, then gripped it harshly, making it jiggle for him before finally standing straight up and pulling his hips back to let you come up for air. 

“Huuuuuuhhhh,” you inhaled sharply gasping for breath, letting oxygen penetrate deep into your lungs before Colson stuffed your mouth again. Mascara ran down your hollowed out cheeks as you sucked. You started pulling back out of instinct when you began to gag but Colson held you in place. 

“No, keep it in your mouth,” he instructed condescendingly, looking down at you. “Just a little longer” he promised. You tried your best, Colson letting out a throaty moan every time your raw, used throat constricted around him as he fucked into it. “Mmmgghh,” he groaned, pulling out of your mouth “Goooood girl,” he praised with a smirk, before bending down to give you a sloppy kiss, swapping mouthfuls of saliva. Just as he pulled away he let a long string of collected spit slip from his pursed lips and into your open mouth, where you eagerly accepted it, moaning as you swallowed it down. 

 You let out a breathy “awhhh” as you opened your mouth again, wiggling your tongue enticingly. 

“Such a dirty, fucking whore,” he bent down again and spat directly in your face. He smeared it all over your face with his hand before grabbing you by the neck, pulling you to your feet. “Turn around,” he ordered. You did as he said and Colson undid his belt from around your wrists. Before you even had a chance to soothe your sore wrists with a rub, Colson spun you around and pushed you down onto your back on the couch, your ass teetering on the edge of the red leather cushion. “Spread yourself for me,” he instructed, as he pumped himself. Again you did as you were told; you pulled your legs up, wrapping an arm around each thigh, holding them back as you parted your opening with your fingers.  “God, you’re so fucking wet.” He teased the head of his cock through the glistening mess on display for him. 

“Fuck me,” you said in an inpatient huff, staring into his eyes. 

“Awhhh, yessss,” he groaned out, slack jawed as he sank into you

“Ohhh, shit,” you screamed out , face twisted in pleasure, your eyes slipping shut, at the feeling of him burying himself deep in your cunt.

“Open your eyes. Look at me!” He spoke harshly, cupping your face in his hands as he thrust. You opened your eyes, trying to focus on his, but your vision was  spotted by the intensity of it all. “Feel good?” He pressed his forehead to yours just as he’d done earlier , starring directly into the windows to your soul as he fucked you. You nodded the best you could, but that wasn’t good enough for him. “Words, I want words. Say yes!”

“Yes.. yes,” you responded breathily, biting at your lip.

“Yeah, Mmmghhh, that’s it. Fuck, I like it when you use your words”  he moaned , shifting himself to be more upright. He then spit on the tips of his fingers and brought them to your clit and began rubbing it furiously, his cock still destroying you.

“OH Fuck!” You cried out, wiggling and bucking your hips. 

“You gonna fucking stay still? He roughly grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks. You nodded your head, trying your best to calm your body’s erratic, pleasure driven movements as he thrust. “Words!” He spat, his hand letting go of your face only to connect it to your cheek again with a quick, yet harsh slap.

“Shit! ...Yes!” You corrected yourself once again, Your body was  loving how aggressive he was getting the longer he fucked you and he could tell;  spitting at and striking your face again.

“Turn over!”  He ordered, abruptly pulling out. “Hands on the back of the couch.” He roughly assisted you in turning around , and you placed your hands where instructed. You arched your back and pushed your ass out waiting for him to re enter you from the new position. “This is where you really want it, huh?” He teased his cock over your asshole. 

“Yes!,” you remembered to use your words this time.

“You’re a dirty little fucking anal whore, aren’t you? He asked, he question sounding a lot more like a statement. “Let me hear you said it.” He applied pressure to your hole with the tip, as he yanked back a fist full of your hair.

“I’m a dirty little fucking anal whore!,” you repeated desperately pushing back against him.

“Mmmghh!, That you are!” He confirmed with a groan, snapping hips hips forward, quickly entering you. 

“Uhhhhh, Oh my God!” You exclaimed at the feeling. You never fully understood why you enjoyed anal as much as you did, perhaps it was the pleasurable fullness, the taboo aspect, the fact that you were one of the few woman who were into it, or the way so many men were obsessed with it , and the look on their face when they found out you were more than willing to take it up the ass, but you absolutely loved it, and this time was no different. Every jack hammered thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge, especially when Colson reached around to between your legs adding the friction of his fingers to your clit. The sensation of your ass being stuffed combined with his  touch was the perfect recipe for orgasm and you felt it building every time his cock slid in and out. 

“Yeah, cum for me,” he could feel you tightening around him. His words perfectly in sync with the  jolt of pleasure boiling over in your abdomen and ripping through you with vast intensity. A series of explitives and sounds you’ve never heard yourself make, flew from you lips as your body went boneless under Colson. He quickly pulled out, turned you back over and came across your face with a few pumps of his hand. He collapsed to the side of you briefly, before tugging you off the couch and onto your knees. “I’m not done with you just yet,” he spoke out of breath taking his softening dick in his hand. Your eyes lit up, you knew what he was referring too— the only thing on your list of wants he hadn’t included yet. “Say ahhh!”

“Ahhh,” you echoed the request, letting his golden stream fill your mouth, splash off your tongue and dribble down your chin and body. You giggled, piss spilling from your smile as you looked up at him, all your fantasies now fulfilled. 

“Annnd cut!” Called the director. A few stage hands scrambled to bring you both a towel and small refreshments. “Almost done, just gonna get you guys a little cleaned up, rehydrated, let you catch your breath a bit, and then film the little quick, post scene interview. 

“Ok,” you both answered.

Colson tossed his towel over his shoulders and reached out his hand to you “You, good?” He asked with a faint laugh , watching your hand shake as you drank your water.

“Yeah,” you answered letting him pull you up onto the couch. 

“You were amazing,” he said, rubbing your back. He knew the come down from the adrenal rush of scenes could be taxing, especially from rough ones . “You —“

“Ready,” the director interrupted, cutting him short, and immediately pressing record. “So how was it?” the director focused the camera on you first. 

“Oh my god.. mind blowing,” you answered , still out of breath, adjusting your towel. 

“And you?” The director turned the camera to Colson.

“ Absolutely amazing. She was a natural. I’d love to work with her again.”

[graysonmydarling]

hangover cure

summary: love wasn’t something that came easy to Jason....that was until he met you. based off of ‘hangover cure’ by mgk.

warnings: pure fluff, soft jason, suggested/light smut

word count: 902

Maybe it was fate or maybe it was just a coincidence that you had met Jason Todd at a party that neither of you had wanted to go to, but you knew from that first moment that there was something you liked about him, something that made you feel drawn to him. And here you were, yet another party that you didn’t want to go to that was until you made eye contact with him from across the room. 

There was a smile tugging at his lips as he weaved his way through the crowd, slowly making his way to you. His arm wound around your waist, pulling you into him, “How do you manage to show up everywhere I go?”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close, “Maybe it’s fate trying to tell you something?”

“I don’t believe in fate.” His eyes darting down to your lips, his hands slipping up the back of your shirt.

You weren’t really sure how you’d ended up back in his apartment but you’d worry about that later as he hovered over you, pressing you back down onto the bed as his lips trailed up your neck. Your hands threading through his hair as you felt him briefly smiling against your skin before he pulled back, kissing you gently as he slotted his body against yours, his fingers lacing through yours as he slowly pushed into you.

Bliss- that was the only word to describe the mornings you spent with Jason. They were always the same and they’d quickly become your favourite constant in your often unpredictable relationship. He always woke up first, meaning you always woke up alone but he was always nearby, so you’d make your way to the kitchen where you’d find him shirtless and cooking something that smelled wonderful. He’d never admit it and he’d deny it if you told anyone but he could work miracles in the kitchen, leaving you to wonder if it was natural talent or if he’d picked up some things from the childhood butler you’d heard so much about. But either way it was always a welcome trait, although you’d be hard-pressed to find anything that you didn’t love about Jason, so you’d sneak up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and mumbling a good morning into his back, fingers tracing invisible shapes on his chest. 

Today was no different but you stood in the doorway and just watched him for a moment before embracing him, a fond smile creeping across your face as you watched him sing to himself, mumbling the parts he didn’t remember. He’d only make you delete the evidence if you recorded him so you had to settle for memorising every moment like this. He must have heard you laughing as he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes glinting as a blush creeped up his neck, his ears burning. It wasn’t often that you got to see him get flustered, “How- how long have you been standing there?”

You pushed off the doorway, slipping under his arm to stand in front of him, your hands moving up to cup his face in your hands, “Oh not long, just enjoying the show.” Your smile widened as his blush deepened and his nose scrunched up in embarrassment.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m so glad that I did.” His head tilted down and you took the opportunity to pull him into a kiss, your lips telling him the three words that you couldn’t quite say out loud yet.

He pulled back, his hands finding the back of your thighs as he picked up, setting you down on top of the counter, standing between your legs as his forehead rested against yours. His hand came up to cup your face as he kissed you and you could have stayed there for an eternity or at least for the remainder of the morning and you’d planned to....until the smoke alarm started blaring. He pulled away from you, eyes wide as he darted back over to the oven, using a dish towel to wave away the smoke that had gone unnoticed by the both of you. He shot you a glare, hearing the laugh you couldn’t suppress, pointing an accusatory finger at you, “That was completely your fault.”

You hopped off the counter, wrapping your arms around his waist, “I’m sure I can think of a couple ways to make it up to you." You had barely got the words out before he was picking up and heading back to his bedroom with you in his arms.

It was probably late afternoon by the time he was pulling you back into his arms, his hand rubbing your arm like he was trying to warm you up as he pressed his lips against your forehead. You sensed that there was something on his mind so you pulled back, eyes searching his, “What’s going through that pretty head of yours, Jay?”

He sighed, tugging you closer, “I’ve been through relationships before-,” He paused, before repeating himself, “I’ve been through relationships before, I’ve never been in love but I want this. I want you.” His eyes searched yours and he pulled his lower lip in between his lips anxiously.

“I want you too, you know I do.” Reaching for his hand and squeezing one, two, three times. 

‘I’ ‘Love’ ‘You’

tagging: @catxsnow​

[hangovercurse]

Everyone has suspicions about you and Col being together and one day you wear his shirt in front of everyone/ leave his room with it on and it’s p obvious what’s going on between you :)

Living in the mgk house was hectic enough as it was. Between Colson chasing Rook around with a machete, Baze and Slim constantly screaming over video games, and Colson chasing Rook around with TWO machetes, your focus was pretty far spread. 

But keeping your relationship with Colson a secret from everyone in the house on top of all that made everything harder. You hadn’t meant it to happen, but one night you couldn’t seem to fall asleep and you wandered around the house to find him in the kitchen, also unable to sleep.

You’d liked each other for a while, but you were both too scared to do anything. But with the tiredness clouding your head you seemed to act on impulse, putting your arms on either side of him, trapping him against the counter. One thing led to another and then you were waking up in his bedroom every morning.

And it’s not that you didn’t want to tell your friends, you did. But you knew they’d treat you differently after they found out, and you weren’t quite ready for that. You didn’t know that they had already been suspecting your feelings towards each other for months. And you had started treating him differently, being just a little bit softer, a little more playful.

This morning you seemed to have an awful lot of confidence. You got out of the bed, pulling on the shirt that Colson had worn the night before and nothing else. “I’m gonna grab some toast from the kitchen, you want anything?” 

He looked you up and down, eyebrow raised. “You’re gonna go to the kitchen wearing that?”

You shrugged, “yeah. Unless you don’t want me to. I just figured, fuck it, you know? I’m tired of hiding.” 

He stood up out of bed, walking over towards you and placing his hands on your hips. “I want everyone in this house to know where you really sleep at night.” He pressed a long kiss to your lips, passionate, hungry, and loving. 

Once you’d gotten to the kitchen you found three sets of eyes on you. Slim let out a cough as the conversation ended abruptly. “Whatchya wearing there, Y/N?” Baze asked.

You smiled, “oh, this old thing?” You looked down, “found it on the floor this morning.” The three men stared at you in shock as Colson came into view, shirtless. 

They looked between you two as Colson wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling your back against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your temple, “morning babe.”

[variousqueerthings]

sweep the leg - no more kings //  lonely - MGK // i’ll be good - jaymes young

[Image description

image 1: Lyrics. I heard the devil whisper in my ear / he made his message clear when he said / “sweep the leg, Johnny...”

image 2: An edit of Kreese and Johnny during the final tournament in Karate Kid. Two images edited together, the first of Kreese wiping the blood away from Johnny’s nose, the second of the moment he tells him to sweep Daniel’s leg. Overlayed is the moment in Cobra Kai season 3, episode 1, when Daniel seeks out Johnny. Daniel stands out of focus in the background. Johnny stands in the foreground, looking beat up.

image 3: Lyrics. I got in trouble / The first time the cops/my dad saw me / Dance with the devil

image 4: An edit of Johnny. In the back stands Johnny getting his mugshot taken. He’s almost completely in blackness, with only his silhouette and the card with the words: LAPD. LAWRENCE JOHN. 6646798 on it visible. Below Daniel stands in crane-kick position. Johnny faces him, fists raised. Above them stands the sign ALL VALLEY KARATE CHAMPIONSHIP. In the foreground on either side stand two younger Johnny’s. The one on the left is shirtless and buff. He looks down at the match. The one on the right is wearing his cobra kai gi. His expression is serious.

image 5: Lyrics. I thought I saw the devil this morning / looking in the mirror / drop of rum on my tongue

image 6: Two images overlayed. Johnny asleep in his bed and Johnny sitting up in bed, drinking beer. The images are highly desaturated and contrasted between light and dark, making it hard to see him. The pillows, bed, and nightstand are so bright they look like they’re shining.

/end id]

[casadecopia]

I feel cheated now we got to see MGK in all pink like a golden girl but we only got Martin w a little sliver of pink shirt

Like who is responsible for their wardrobe bc theyre obviously trying to make a statement with his shirt 👚 but they could have made an even better statement if they had made him shirtless

[hoochy-coo]

Mmmm…I gotta disagree. Shawns look is really reminiscent of Harry’s Grammy night leather moment. And what he wore to the VMAs last night was exactly Harry’s Gucci cruise outfit.

Like the VMAs look from last night, I can see it. But I feel like going shirtless with a leather jacket and skinny jeans with suspenders is way too vague to be a direct copy of anyone…? Like MGK has done this look as well and it’s very much just a “sleazy, rockstar” uniform lmao. Plus the way Shawn accessorised his look is nothing like how Harry accessorised his Grammy’s look

[what-if-nct]

I can kinda see Johnny as the type to pour milk into the cereal box while he’s smoking weed and mumble rapping

Yes, yes 1000% yes. That kinda reminds me of MGK's rap devil mv where he's just walking around in the street shirtless, eating cereal and rapping. Like I can totally see johnny doing that but with a whole ass box of cereal. And if the milk slips through the bag and leaks through the box Johnny would suck the milk through the cardboard box.

[storiesforallfandoms]

getting caught ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1204

request?: no

description: getting caught being intimate with your partner is always embarrassing, but it’s extra embarrassing when the person catching you is your partner’s child

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

i couldn’t find a good gif to go with this imagine so here’s shirtless mgk lookin fine a fuck

masterlist

Trying to be intimate with Colson was a lot harder than either of you had expected.

He had been on the road a lot recently, leaving you both part for months on end. Sometimes you’d go with him on tour, but trying to get some alone time on the bus was hard when you were constantly travelling with like a dozen other guys. When Colson got home, he was usually still working. When he wasn’t, he always wanted to spend time with Casie, which you understood since he spent so much time away from her, but with her always over to his house it made it impossible for you to have sex.

On one particular day, you and Casie were sat watching TV when Colson came home from the studio early.

“We finished up the album so we decided to call it a day early,” he explained the minute he got in through the door. “I’m gonna run and grab a shower, I’ll be down in a minute.”

Neither you nor Casie thought much of it, until your phone buzzed and you saw it was a text from Colson. It read, “come upstairs in about 5 minutes, i’m in my bathroom, I need you”.

Your eyes widened, but you tried to play it off so Casie didn’t notice. Those 5 minutes seemed to tick by so slowly. You tried not to seem so excited when the fifth minute finally ticked away and you stood.

“I’ll be right back,” you told her. You prepared some sort of explanation in your head as to where you were going and why you’d be gone for so long, but you didn’t need to as Casie merely shrugged and replied, “Okay.”

You tried not to excitedly run up the stairs, but once you were out of Casie’s site you quickly walked into Colson’s room and into his bathroom. The minute the door closed behind you, Colson shoved you against the door and started hungrily kissing you. He roughly stripped you of your clothes, although you weren’t really complaining.

How have neither of us thought of this earlier? you thought to yourself. There were three bathrooms in Colson’s house, his bathroom and one on each floor. Casie was downstairs watching TV, so she was more likely to go to the downstairs bathroom. If any of Colson’s friends came over they wouldn’t just barge into Colson’s room, and certainly not into his bathroom. It was the safest place for the two of you to fuck without getting interrupted!

Before you knew it, you were bent over in the shower, your hands laid flat against the wall to brace yourself and the hot water cascading over yours and Colson’s bodies as he thrusted into you. It was your first time having sex in a while, so it was hard to keep quiet. You had to bite your lip to keep your whimpers from growing any more than that. You were almost shocked that either of you had lasted that long, but you also didn’t want it to ever end.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the bathroom door. Colson almost groaned in response before calling, “Yeah?!”

“Dad, I gotta pee!” came Casie’s voice.

“Go to one of the other bathrooms princess!” Colson called back. You smirked to yourself and started backing yourself up against him, causing him to let out a loud groans, and quickly clap his hand over his mouth.

“The downstairs one is clogged and there’s something wrong with the door of the upstairs one, remember? It keeps jamming, I’ll get locked in there.”

Colson lowered his head and suppressed a moan as he felt you slowly back yourself up against him again, letting him feel every inch of himself going into you.

“I’ll be out in a few minutes, okay Cas?!” Colson called out, grabbing hold of your hips and beginning to roughly thrust into you again. You put a hand over your mouth to stop any stray moans that you knew were going to slip out.

“Alright, I’ll wait out here.”

You both sighed in slight frustration. There was really no way around this problem now. You couldn’t let Casie come in because Colson’s shower curtain was slightly see through, so she’d definitely see the position you both were in, but if she sat and waited in Colson’s room she’d see you both come out of the bathroom together, and then you’d have to explain why you had joined Colson in the shower for so long.

You pulled away from Colson, almost whimpering at the loss of contact between you, and turned to face him.

“We just have to swallow the pill on this one,” you told him. “It’s a compromising situation either way, and she’s almost 12 she should know about this stuff by now.”

“Of course she does,” Colson said. “And I don’t care about that, it’s just her catching us in this position. No parent wants to be caught fucking, and no kid wants to catch their parent fucking.”

“Trust me, I don’t like this any more than you do,” you assured him. “But we sort of have no other choice in the matter now. It’s either go out there and face her or let her come in here and actually catch us. I’d definitely prefer the former.”

Colson sighed and nodded. “Yeah, me too. At least if she catches us after the fact it won’t be as embarrassing.”

You leaned forward and caught Colson’s lips in a kiss. The desire you had felt moments ago returned when he pressed you up against the wall and took you in his arms, lifting you up then lowering you back onto his still hard dick.

A few moments later, you were finally turning off the shower and towel drying yourselves. You exchanged a look, regretting what was to come, but decided to rip it off like a band aid.

When you opened the bathroom door you both found Casie sat on your and Colson’s shared bed looking at something on her phone. When she looked up, you both expected some sort of disgusted reaction from her, but instead she just stood from her seat.

“Took you long enough,” she commented. “I don’t care if the bathroom is still steamy, I have to pee.”

As she stood and went to walk past you both, Colson put an arm out to stop her. “Wait, Cas. Is that all you have to say about this?”

“About what?” Casie asked. “I don’t care what’s going on behind closed doors with the two of you. I’ve already learned about sex in school, I know that’s what you guys do. I just gotta pee!”

When she closed the door behind her, you and Colson looked between you, shocked at the reaction. Then you both started to laugh, realizing how stupid you were both being. Of course Casie wasn’t going to have a big reaction on it. She wasn’t a child anymore, she was nearly a teenager!

Colson turned to you and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. “Round two when she leaves the room?”

You giggled and kissed him deeply. “You’re lucky if I can wait that long.”

I feel like this wasn’t great but I had this random idea and I wanted to write it XD

[allthingsmachinegunkelly]

Imagine #5

Its been three days since you and Kells slept together at the hotel. The tour was almost over. The last show is tomorrow tonight. 

You had talked to Kells, of course, for work and stuff, but not a word was said about your night together. It hurt your feelings a bit that he hadn’t tried to get to know you more like he said he would. You didn’t even really understand what he meant by that. You don’t think he wants a fuck buddy especially after telling you that you mean more than that to him, but he hasn’t tried to sleep next to you at night, or hang together with just you two, or kiss you, which you missed. Hell, he hasn’t flirted once with you which is conflicting because you don’t know whether to initiate anything or if you should leave him be. He’s hard to read. 

Its the last calm night on tour as we're on the bus traveling through the night to the next venue. Tomorrow night we will all be partying and celebrating our last show on the tour and you’ll be flying out the next day so you know this could be your last chance, at least for a while, to see if he is still interested in you. Once the tour is over, there are a few days of downtime before Kells’ schedule will pick right back up again with making music and starring in movies. 

Its about midnight and the guys are all laying in their bunks. You and Kells are the last two who are chilling on the couches in the back of the bus. You are across from him on your laptop. You’re both sitting in silence. You look up from your screen at him and see him just scrolling on his phone. You’re almost waiting for him to look up at you, but he doesn’t. You sigh and close your laptop. You set it aside and get up slowly, making your way to Kells. He still hasn’t looked up. 

You sit on the couch a couple feet away from him. You wait for him to acknowledge you but he hasn’t. You crawl towards him and just as your about to lay your head on his lap, Slim walks into the bathroom, which seems to startle Kells. He gets up quickly and stretches. 

Through a yawn, he says “I’m goin to bed dawg.” He seems to be talking to Slim. He’s completely ignored you. What the fuck? You don’t want to get upset because he might just be tired so you fight back the tears behind your eyes. You roll over on your back and call it a night too. 

---------------------------------------------------

Kells just got done with his last show on tour and everyone’s headed to a club to celebrate. 

The club is crazy, the music is booming and the alcohol is flowing. Everyone is having such a good time, even you. You love to dance. Kells ignoring you last night hasn’t seemed to have the biggest affect on you, but the drunker you get, the more your emotions are getting to you. 

Everyone is in the VIP section but so many girls have been invited in by the guys that you’ve lost sight of Kells. You sit down on one of the couches and sip your drink. A very tan girl with jet black hair and blue eyes plops down next to you, almost spilling her drink on you. 

Trying to yell over the music and slurring her words, she says, “Oh my god, this is crazy!”

You smile at her.

“He’s so fucking hot.” she says as she points with her pinky at Kells. He’s doing shots with some girls across from you. “Do you like work with him?”

She probably assumed that because you're the only girl in the VIP section that hasn't shoved your tits in his face. “Yeah,” you reply with a fake smile.

She spins to you quickly on the couch, clearly drunk ,”Gawd, please tell me you’ve fucked him.” 

You laugh as you look down at the ice left in your glass, “No, but even if I had, it wouldn’t mean anything.”

“But you’re so prettyyyyyy, get the fuck on it girl, I sure am”, she says as she gets up and dances towards Kells. 

You feel your stomach drop as you watch Kells wrap his arm around her. He’s falling all over the place and drinking straight out of a bottle of Ciroc vodka. The girl with black hair turns around and pushes her ass into his crotch. She starts grinding on him. 

He dances with girls all the time, it’s nothing new to you, but you do feel little betrayed. He told you he was into you. He fucked you. He saw you at your most exposed state. At this point you were just hoping he wasn’t going to take her or any other girl back to his hotel room.

You looked away for a few seconds to scan the VIP section for a bottle of vodka. You found one and poured some into your glass. When you looked back over to Kells, he was sitting in a lounge chair and the girl with the black hair was on top of him. She was sitting on his lap with her legs draped over his. They were deep in a very messy kiss. 

You had seen enough. You pulled yourself off the couch, downed all of the alcohol in your glass and tossed it onto a table. Your heels clacked against the ground as you walked away quickly. 

You caught an Uber back to the hotel. 

-------------------------------------------------

The next morning you woke up with a hangover. You popped a couple Advil and got your stuff together to get ready for the flight back home. 

You knocked on all the guys’ doors, waking them up. 

You all arrived at the airport. All the boys were way more hungover than you were. They looked like hell, Kells especially. You didn’t bother to see if he had brought a girl home. You barely bothered to talk to him. 

The flight was a long and quiet one. There were a couple stops along the way. You mostly tried to avoid sitting next to or having to see Kells if you didn’t have to. He hurt you and you weren’t going to get over it in a day. 

You finally arrived in Cleveland at about two in the morning. It had been a long and uncomfortable few flights. 

Everyone’s on their way to Kells’ house to meet with Ashleigh (MGK’s manager) before they make their way back to their houses. 

“Feels fuckin good to be home.” Kells says as he drops his bags on the floor. 

Ashleigh is waiting in the kitchen for everyone. She goes over Kells’ schedule for the next couple months. Once she’s finished everyone heads home. Kells heads upstairs and you stay around to talk with Ashleigh. She heads out once you’ve finished. You stick around to type out the schedule. You’re always losing loose papers and you need to stay organized so you can stay on track and keep Kells on time. 

You’re sitting on the couch typing. You can feel your eyes getting heavy. You’re trying to fight the heaviness but you give in and fall asleep. 

You’ve been sleeping for a couple hours. You’re eyes flutter open. You look around and see that it’s about four a.m. You get up and head to the kitchen for some water. You close the fridge, making a loud click.

“Jesus,” Kells says leaning over the banister. He starts walking down the stairs.”I thought everyone was gone.” 

 “I fell asleep. I’m gonna head home though.” You have an apartment in Cleveland and with not being there for a few months, you’ve been missing your bed. 

“No, it’s fuckin four in the morning, just stay here,” he shakes his head as he adjusts the band of his sweatpants. He’s shirtless and his hair is messy. You must’ve woken him up. 

“Uhhh,” unsure of what to say you stall. “I’m ... I’d just rather sleep in my own bed, but thanks.” You’re having trouble looking him in the eye because when you do, you just picture him with his tongue down that girl’s throat. 

“You can sleep in my bed.” 

You look at him, you can’t believe he said that. “No”

“Why not? It’s comfy.” he scoots out a bar-stool from under the island’s bar. 

You huff and slam your water bottle on the counter. “I’m sleeping in your bed, but I’m sleeping alone.” 

“That wasn’t the deal” he chuckles.

“Well fight me for it then,” you say sarcastically but with attitude as you walk around the island. You scoop up one of your bags and head upstairs to his room. 

You close the bedroom door and pull your shirt over your head and undo your bra. You slip your jeans off and dig around your bag for your pajamas. 

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself. You grabbed the wrong bag. You look around his room for something to throw on. You see the t-shirt he was wearing today. You throw it over your head. It smells like him and hangs down below your butt cheeks on you. Smelling him angered you. You didn’t want to smell like him all night. You needed your own clothes.

You step out of his bedroom door and peek over the balcony of the stairs. You don’t see him so you trot down the stairs quickly towards your bags. You find your other suitcase with clothes and bend down to dig through it. 

You hear the toilet flush and Kells walks out of the bathroom that’s behind you. 

You quickly realize your ass is exposed, “fuck”, you stand up quickly with a pile of clothes in your hand. 

“What’s up”, he says as he walks past you. 

“Nothing,” 

He turns around towards you. “You look good in my clothes.” 

“I grabbed the wrong bag,” you scoff as you avoid eye contact with him and turn towards the stairs. 

“Don’t know why you can’t change here, It’s not like I haven’t seen it.”

You stop and look him in the eye. You’ve become so annoyed with him lately because he seems to be playing you. You’ve been holding in your feelings for a couple days now and it’s too much to hold in. 

“Fine.” You turn towards him and drop your clothes on the ground. Quickly, you rip his shirt over your head, leaving you standing in front of him in just your thong. You throw his shirt at him roughly. You bend down, swipe your clothes off the ground and pull your shirt onto your head and down your body. You slip your thong from your hips down your legs. You kick it to the side and pull your favorite velvet shorts up your legs. 

“What did I do?” he asks, seemingly confused and holding his shirt. 

“More like what you didn’t do,” you reply sternly.

“What?” He replies quickly. 

You roll your eyes, “ever since we fucked you’ve just been avoiding me, pretending like it didn’t happen, even though YOU said you were into me. Like yeah, I’m a little confused because you made it seem like you wanted something but I guess you didn’t”

“It was the end of the tour, we’re all fuckin tired.” He argues.

“Okay but you’ll barely look at me. You said I wasn’t just a fuck for you but that must be what you tell all the sluts you sleep with to get in their pants.”

He throws his hands in air,” you weren’t! What the fuck you trynna say? That I used you or played you? Nahh, I told you some personal shit. I told you I was feeling you after this heartbreak I didn’t think I’d get over. I’m fucking sorry for not wanting to rush into it.” He’s using his hands a lot, like he normally does when he’s mad. 

“Don’t fucking pretend like I've been the only girl on your mind. What about last night, huh? I bet you brought that girl back. You seemed to be feeling her, more specifically her mouth with your tongue.”

Kells looks confused again,”but she didn’t mean anything.That’s the difference between you.”

“Okay, but if I did wouldn’t you think that I probably didn’t want to see you all over some girl right in front of me?”

“Ya know what, fuck this.” He says as he heads to the stairs.”

“Colson?” 

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he says as he stops a couple steps above you. He turns towards you, “You really think I would’ve played you? You?” He motions to you with his hands. “We work together, I wouldn’t want to fuck that up, that shit is awkward and fucked up. You’re not just some random girl. I do like you. What more do you want me to say?”

Your voice gets louder and higher as he still hasn’t denied sleeping with the Kardashian look-alike from the club. “I don’t know?” You say sarcastically. “Tell me you haven’t fucked somebody else since you slept with me! That’s what I want to hear, because then I’ll believe you.” 

He takes a deep breath as he looks down, he slowly looks up at you and says calmly. “I haven’t been with anyone else since that night with you. Anything else you want me to tell you?”

Your heart starts beating faster as relief washes over you, but you still need to clear something up. “It’s... I-”, you look down at your feet, “I just thought what we had was really nice, I enjoyed it.” You look back up at him. “And that night on the bus, I really wanted to just be close to you, not even sex, and you,” your voice getting quieter, “you just blew me off and it hurt my feelings. It made me feel like you’d changed your mind about me.”

There is silence as you’re waiting for him to answer. 

“I didn’t mean to make it seem like that.” He rubs his forehead and pulls his hands through his hair, clearly a little stressed. He lets out a sigh. 

“What?” You ask him quietly.

He looks into your eyes, “I didn’t want the guys to see.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry, but they really like you and with my reputation, I don’t want them to think I’m gonna hurt you. It’d be like fucking their sister or something. They wouldn’t let me”.

You let out a small laugh, “I agree.”

Caught off guard, “what??”

“I don’t want them to know either.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you sigh as you move up a couple steps so that you are eye level with him. “I don’t want them to worry I might break your heart.” You say sarcastically, smiling.

“You’ll never break my heart.”

“Oh, so you think I’m gonna stick around?”

“I got you on lock.”

You laugh, "I don’t know about that. 

“I do.” He says as he kisses you sweetly on the lips.”You know you want a piece of this,” he says as he opens his arms and points to himself. He turns to walk up the rest of the stairs. 

You follow him. 

He turns to watch you coming up the stairs. He leans over the railing to the side of the steps with his forearms bearing his weight. When you reach the top of the steps he stands up straight and you walk to him. He turns to you. 

Softly, he says looking straight into your eyes and placing his hands on your waist, “see, I told you.”

You slowly start kissing each other, fighting over dominance with your tongues softly. You let his tongue win. You feel it’s warmness move around your mouth softly. As he pulls his mouth away from yours you suck on his tongue as it slips out of your mouth. Before he pulls his tongue away completely you bite it softly and release it slowly. His hands pull you into him gently. He’s being very sweet. You take in the taste of him and he seems to be content with just enjoying yours rather than trying to rip your clothes off. Your hands are around his back. 

His hand slips down your velvet shorts to squeeze your ass. He is still kissing you softly. Your hand moves around his waist to the front of his stomach. You slowly and teasingly slither your fingers into the waistband of his briefs, tugging at them, you let your hand slide into them. You feel his throbbing boner and start stroking it softly.

Your legs squeeze together as feeling him grow, makes you wet. Your lips release from his and your forehead drops into the crook of his neck as you let out a breathy moan. Still rubbing and stroking his boner, you lift your head to whisper in his ear, “I love that I can make your dick hard, but it makes me want you so bad.” That was enough for him.

Rather than saying anything, he just grabs your arms and waist and spins you around so that your stomach is up against the railing of the balcony. He pushes your back down so that you are bent over. He pulls your waist back into his. You take a step back so that your arms are resting on the banister. He pulls his sweats and briefs down exposing his hard dick. He grabs both sides of your shorts and pulls them down to your ankles. His fingers glide down your ass from behind and slips them between your wet folds. 

“I can see you’re ready for me baby.” He slaps your ass cheek making it jiggle to his liking. 

He positions himself at your entrance. He slowly enters you, gliding deeper and deeper inside you until you feel his pelvis against you. You whimper in pleasure. He starts thrusting quick and hard, hitting your g-spot with every one. You are unable to control your moans as they are loud and long. The pleasure is so intense that you have become close so quickly and apparently so has he. You hear him groaning and breathing heavy behind you. You scream in pleasure as you feel your walls clench around him as your legs start to buckle underneath you. Kells continues thrusting hard, causing the most euphoric orgasm you’ve ever had. You feel a warm liquid inside you as his thrusting becomes slower. He lets out a moan of satisfaction and release. The thrusting stops and he pulls out of you. You remain bent over at the railing trying to catch your breath. A loud hard slap against your ass cheek leaves a red mark as he clearly couldn’t help himself. 

You stand up slowly, turning to watch him walk to the bathroom. You kick the shorts off from around your ankles and slip the shirt over your head and follow him. When you get to the bathroom, you see him turning on the water in the shower. He turns to see you standing in the doorway naked. You watch him as his eyes scan your body from top to bottom. You pass by him to feel the shower water, it is hot like you prefer it so you step into the stream of water. Steam has already started to fill the bathroom. You let the water run down your face and through your hair. Kells steps in behind you. 

You can feel him against your back. You pull your head out of the water and step back into him. He lays his arms around you from behind. While he's still holding you, you turn to face him and you wrap your arms around his waist, holding him tight. 

His warm damp skin feels so good to rest your cheek on. He lays his cheek on top of your head. Your bare skin against each other and his strong arms around you makes you feel warm and protected. You don’t let go of each other. You both say nothing and just listen to the sound of the running water. 

[jordisstigander]

OK yeah that beats my story i just had some chemist talk to me about how he worshipped science how we needed to create AI because we couldn't get cleverer and how his science teacher like 40 years ago nearly blew up a class on a Saturday which is like decent story but mainly just weird because i just wanted to pick up some medicine just give me my expensive moisturiser and let me go sir i do second the guy who asked to hear more about this story though

He worshipped science? I'm...pretty sure that's not how that's supposed to work, buddy.

(Didn't mean to be the "one-up" story person, was trying to lean into the "randomly tells you weird things about my life" person. That said, it's one of the weirder experiences in my life, so here goes!)

A few years back I did some work as an extra. I have no true acting asperations, but if you're a student with a flexible schedule it's not a bad way to earn a little money, get free food, and have an interesting experience.

I got a casting call for the Mötley Crüe movie The Dirt. I went through hair and makeup and got really disappointed they didn't stick me in one of the fabulous curly 80's wigs. Instead I was going to be background for the ending shot of the movie set in the 90's. I got paired off with this guy I've never met and we're instructed to stand in the hallway and then get excited when the band walks by together on their way to perform. Simple, right?

Now, usually I love chatting with other extras. You swap stories about other shoots, complain about crafty, hear about grandkids, discuss faith and philosophy, etc. So I'm stuck with this random guy for what looks to be several hours. Time for some good conversation!

I don't remember his name, so I'll call him Ralph.

Ralph is a bitcoin investor and an app developer. He's making an app that will create music through interpretive dance. Ralph likes to talk theology and philosophy but changes the subject every time you make a point. Ralph sincerely believes that the government has secret teleportation technology and has been hiding it from the general public.

After a couple hours of this, I am ready to quit being an extra forever.

Finally, they start rehearsing our scene. Now, if you're not aware, Machine Gun Kelly plays Tommy Lee in this movie. He is also shirtless in this scene, which means he's had to have a bunch of fake tattoos and fake nipple piercings applied.

After the first couple of rehearsals and takes, a crew member comes by and tells Ralph he should ask MGK is his nipple piercings are real. Now, I'm going to be frank: Crew Guy should not have done this. Extras are NOT supposed to to interact with actors. You can get thrown off set for this. It sounds pretentious, but if you think it's the only way to keep the actors from getting harassed. I'm guessing that this was part of an ongoing joke? Crew Guy was also not clear on an important point: NOT DURING A TAKE.

You see, Ralph thought he had been given a line.

So next take, the cast go down the hall, pass us, and Ralph calls out, "Hey, are those nipple piercings real?"

He ruins the take.

MGK is apoplectic. He yells at Ralph. "Why would you do that, man? I've been in makeup for hours to get these done and we've already shot five scenes today! Why would you ruin the take?" Dude's about to have a full on meltdown.

Ralph isn't apologetic. He's getting back into MGK's face, puffing out his chest. He was told to do that. They're standing nose to nose yelling a couple feet away from me and I'm half expecting them to come to blows when he points out the poor Crew Guy who started it.

MGK turns to Crew Guy and the poor guy is about to wilt when the director steps in and insists that one of his crew wouldn't have ruined a take like that. They hustle Ralph off set and suddenly people start looking at me.

The director and set manager end up questioning me.

Do I know Ralph? Is he my friend? No, do not know him, just got paired with him, haha, (please don't kick me off set).

Did Crew Guy tell him to do that? I mean, kind of, but I don't say that. It was a stupid move on Crew Guy's part, but not worth getting him fired over! And there's no way on God's green earth Ralph is ever going to be allowed back on set again after nearly getting into a fist fight with Machine Gun Kelly. So I say that Crew Guy did not tell us to interrupt the take, a technical truth, and then mention the whole "Ralph is kind of weird and believes in secret government teleportation devices."

After everyone calms down, we shoot the scene. Half the crew swings by to talk with me and and hear the dirt. They're really friendly when I work background a few more times. MGK gives me some intense looks during reset between takes, but that frankly could be "I've been here 16 hours and am near falling over from exhaustion" stares or "I freaked out in front of this person and don't know how to feel about this" stares. I never invest in bitcoin partially due to this interaction. The movie comes out and you can see me really well in the hallway, but it's the Mötley Crüe movie and is thus rather obscene and I can never show my parents.

And there I am, in all my 90's glory. Yes, that is Ramsey Bolton in the pirate hat.

Checking the mirror just in case it says "have weird conversations with me and tell me about your life" on my forehead

[livewithsomeregrets]

2, 36, 58, 88, 120, 195, 267

Post a picture of myself: I’ll get around to it

Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about me: Nasty no, degrading yes..

Share something about myself that others may find weird: I don't actually have a bed, I have a pile of pillows and blankets and 1 dog bed (basically a slightly larger pillow) under a table... that's my bed..

What mythological creature am I most like: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING THIS EVEN THOUGH I DONT REALLY HAVE AN ANSWER! uhhhhhhhhhh probably Nessie (aka the Loch Ness ‘monster’ [shes not a monster]) because she’s smol n gentle but can also fuck up a boat by accident..

Do I have a preference between boys or girls: Girls, but mostly because they’re usually a lot more friendly and aren't fueled by ego/sex on most occasions.. dudes are pretty great, just not as often

If I could be any character from any work, who would I choose to be: ...fucking dammit this is such a hard one... Chloe from life is strange, that's what I'm gonna go with..

Who is my celebrity crush: Aubrey Plaza... or Nee McConnell.... or MGK the rapper (before you judge look at that dude shirtless and tell me you don't want some... cause damn..)

Thanks for the questions! These ones were ridiculously hard to answer!