Is it just me or has OPM fandom become more homophobic than before. Thankfully early on I found my own people and stayed this small circle where most people are either part of the lgbtq+ community or allies but eventually I'm reminded of and re-discover the other side of the fandom populated with homophobic and sexist people.
happy pride month to those in the closet. to those who went back into the closet. to those who have unsupportive families, friends and relationships. those who were bullied and harassed because of their identity. those who were killed because of who they truly were and loved.
I wanna draw nsfw stuff but I'm so nervous, and I don't know why because I know that these two aren't under-aged. And even wanting to draw 18+ content of older characters makes me nervous. Honestly I might just say fuck it cause I've been putting off a lot of ideas for while
batarou cockwarming because i can and i want to. @garouslefteyebrow understands
[nsfw, mild D/s, don't like don't read]
"Don't ruin my meditation."
Badd failed to see how getting your dick sucked could ruin much of anything, but he followed the one rule Garou had given him and did not attempt to more actively blow him.
Didn't matter to him either way in the end. He enjoyed having his mouth full of Garou. Getting to lounge there on the floor with his head in Garou's warm lap with his lips stretched around his half hard cock was all win in Badd's books. It was almost peaceful, in a way. Even the fire in his blood was down from a raging wildfire to a cozy, crackling hearth blaze. He was warm, his mind calm and fuzzy at the edges in a pleasant way. The world slowly fell away until it was only Badd and Garou.
Garou was a delicious, heavy warmth in Badd's mouth. A welcome intrusion that held his jaw open and pressed down on his tongue. His lips were wet and drool spilled out sluggishly from the corner, but all it did was add to the messy, sinful bliss Badd was enjoying as he all but dozed in his boyfriend's lap.
Distantly, he imagined Garou finishing his mediation and grabbing Badd by the hair, fucking ruthlessly into his mouth without warning. Using his face until he was satisfied, coming down his throat or on his face, filling his mouth with so much seed Badd couldn't swallow it all and it spilled over his lips and chin. Maybe Garou wouldn't even move his hips, just grab Badd and yank him up and down like a fleshlight, a wet hole to be taken up for pleasure and soiled.
There was also the possibility that Garou would make him wait longer. It wasn't uncommon for him to nap after mediation. He could have Badd lay there with him, cock still in his mouth, while Garou slept, now with the order of not disturbing his sleep. Oh, but Badd would be so tempted to, desperate to get Garou off, hear those beautiful moans and gasps as he swallowed around him, warm and tight like no ass or pussy could ever be. He wouldn't, though. He would do as he was told and wait, hard in his own pants, mouth full of dick, and head full of fuzz.
He loved that he could feel like this with Garou, that he didn't even have to think about it. His defenses and worries all slipped away as he sat at Garou's feet, ready to repay him with the pleasure his mouth could bring. It was the most relaxed Badd had ever felt and he'd do almost anything to have Garou continue to let him keep coming back to this same bright, soft spot. The only thing that could be better in that very moment was if Garou's fingers were running through his hair, petting him sweetly.
And, as if summon by Badd's mere wish, there those fingers and that hand were. Badd glanced upwards through his heavy lashes to see Garou watching him, face pleased.
So like, I have this stupid headcanons since after I saw this Garou for the first time, I firmly believe his bag is full of random things he doesn't need for class and it's really heavy, also, he might use his bag to hit people.
I also believe he indulges into 0.1 GPA activities for the fun of it, and if he had a Chromebook, that shit would look like this (or worse):
and somehow that thing would hold for dear life until the end of the year, and when asked, he would be like "idk what happened, it fell from my table or something..."
Anyways, that's the most I could come up with, bye 🤧
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