and if i said bad!michael yearns to indulge in his secret hair pulling kink but feels like he can’t due to his injuries. and at some point during an intimate conversation he opens up about it to you, so you somehow settle on careful tugs towards the nape of his neck. and it’s just enough to get him going, it’s a feeling he’s ached for forever, and something he didn’t get the privilege to explore before the incident. so when he finally experiences it, it’s feels like he’s on ten. his scalp is extra sensitive so the tugging is even more effective, and the tingling sensation has blood rushing straight to his head.. both of em’ :3
and his brows are nearly knitted into one, lids slammed tight, and he’s nearly suffocated himself in your chest. he didn’t think something so subtle would get him so worked up so easily, and he’s pathetically rutting against your leg, anything he could get close too really. and you’re staring down at him in awe cause you’ve never seen him like this before. but he can’t help it, you’ve helped scratch an itch he’s been desperate to get at for ages :))
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last time i logged into this acc was FOUR YEARS AGO???? 😀😀😀 and the last time i was actually regularly active was SIX YEARS AGO???????!!!! bro i’m old LMFAO anyway i just watched thunderbolts and userspidey has been revived (watch me go mia again)
James is overall very content with the chill night he’s having. Sitting at home on the couch with Sirius, his feet tucked under himself. Half empty pizza box between them. Talking about seemingly meaningless things as the tv serves as background noise.
The doorbell rings, cutting Sirius off mid-sentence.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you that Regulus was planning on stopping by. He's in town for work” Sirius says as he jumps up from his spot on the couch across from James. Tripping over his own two feet in the process causing him to stumble a few steps on the way to the door. Mumbling ‘shit’ under his breath.
“Oh cool,” James responds as Sirius yanks open the door.
James has never met Regulus before. Although he and Sirius had grown up together, meeting each other in secondary school. Regulus and Sirius’ parents sent them to separate schools. After determining that the school Sirius and James went to was corrupting their son’s mind. Influencing him to act out and develop an unwanted sense of individuality.
They hadn’t wanted to tarnish their reputation by pulling Sirius or the copious amount of money they had donated to the school. Instead opting to send Regulus to a separate school much closer to home for ‘academic and personal reasons and the brothers separate goals’.
“Hi Sirius,” an eerily familiar voice says in an excessively monotone manner.
“Hi Reggie! Come on in,” Sirius says, stepping back from the door to let the other man inside.
Regulus stops abruptly as James' stomach drops and his heart speeds up. He can see the shock coating the man’s face, mouth slightly agape, fear shining in his cold gray eyes.
‘Reg?’ James mouths the words, the sound refusing to leave his lips.
Sirius cuts into the awkward silence, looking between the two in utter confusion. “So do you two, uh, know each other or something?”
“No” James says at the same time that the other man says “Yes” with such a matter of certainty that it makes it impossible for James to deny the lie that he has just told.
“Uh huh, ok then,” Sirius nods, “So uh how do you two know each other exactly?”
“It’s complicated,” James explains.
“It isn’t really,” Regulus says, continuing to contradict each one of James’ lies. “We didn’t exactly know each other per se but yes we have met.” Finishing the sentence with a cheeky smirk.
Regulus appears far too collected for him not to have figured out who James was. He has to have figured it out between now and then.
All James can think of is the events of last night's outing. The club he had been dragged to by Marlene, Lily, Peter, and Dorcas. Having been told that ‘for such an extroverted person he sure didn’t get out enough’.
By an hour or two into the night he had been properly ditched. Each of them out on their own to dance or flirt or whatever they felt like doing. He had had a drink or two, not enough to make him drunk but just enough to loosen his tongue and boost his confidence a bit (not that that was exactly necessary).
James was weaving from the dance floor through groups of people on his way to the bar when he saw him. The most beautiful man he had ever seen. Curly black hair sticking to a slightly sweaty face, glittery makeup and eyeliner smudged haphazardly around his eyes. The man wore a way-to-tight crop top paired with an equally tight pair of jeans. The hint of a smile across his lips. Swaying his hips slightly to the beat of the music as he makes his way over to the bar.
James just stood there, hovering by the bar, completely in awe of the man. Forgetting his surroundings entirely. That was until a pig-like man with sausage fingers and beady eyes hooked his arm around the man that James had been eyeing.
Disgust immediately flashes across the gorgeous man’s face as he shoves the other man away. Looking back away from the bar to survey his surroundings. That’s when he notices James and instantly realizes that he’s been staring. The gorgeous man smirks, instead of looking away, they hold each other's eye contact far past a socially normal amount of time. Daring the other to look away first as time stops around them.
Before James realizes it his legs are carrying him through the crowd and over to the man.
“Hello,” James says to the man, “What’s your name?” He immediately cringes at how awkward he sounds.
“Reg,” the man responds, a glint of something in his eyes, “and yours?”
“James,” he answers way too eagerly. “Are you from around here?”
“Nope, just visiting, tomorrow’s my last day here.”
“Ahh,” James nods.
“So James,” and oh how he likes the way his name rolls off of Reg’s tongue.
What comes after that James would rather not think about in the company of Reg’s brother.
He tries to shove away the thoughts of going back to Reg’s hotel room together. The time they spent rolling around in the sheets. And the knowledge of what he looked like completely blissed out, looking at him with half lidded eyes and a faint grin.
James’ attention is brought back to the present by Sirius snapping his fingers in front of James’ face. And oh how James knows that he’s absolutely fucking screwed.
"God I don't like myself. Won't you break me into something beautiful? Something just for you? Even in death all I want is to make you happy"
Me your humble nervous annon reminiscing about you. I hope you are doing well. Can I ask when you first realized you enjoyed the stuff on your blog? What made you realize?
-nervous annon
I'm back to asks again.
When did I realize I enjoyed the stuff on my blog? Hmm.
I think I've almost always had a taste for sexual violence. Of course both separately too but that's not the point. Suffice it to say due to a not so traumatic event, led me to seeking out sexual content in media. Most being at the time, more violent (honestly Its still violent). I loved it. Though now I have more of a tailored taste.
Though at that time I wanted to receive it. Years turn to decades and this year I had some fucked effects with medication making me more aggressive and horny. Either because I was seeking it out or finally dealing with some shit I was repressing, low and behold, my my my, I wanted to subject others to my violence. It was like a click in my head. Realizing how hot my body would get imagining murder. Well that didn't happen before so obviously.
But as for the romantic aspect? I've always been a romantic. Thinking too much, too deep, too closely at things I love, to break them apart and break them down to fully engage with all of it. All of them. Be it people or media or anything.
It's no wonder that feeling became so literal and physical because of the intensity and how recurrent it is I experience this. Violence, sex and romance. Separate yet so overlapping. Perhaps inevitable they would meld in some ways.
