#Because if he's TOO TIRED AFTER A GOOD ROMP THEN THEY CAN DOTE ON HIM AND SNUGGLE HIM ALL THEY WANT

[boneheadboner]

The GROWING URGE to draw some MelonGarbageBags smut my god. JUST. The sandwiching is good no matter who is in the middle But more often than not, Baggs is in the middle.

Baggs being smothered between Red and Sonia, taking it nice and deep from Red. As each thrust from the rougher skeleton drives his own length deep into Sonia's warmth. Further making it juicy being Red's growls and boasts about how good Baggs is taking him. And Sonia's sweet gentle praise about how wonderful he feels, and her loving intent seeping through her touches.

Getting bites and kisses as he's squished between heaven and hell. And hot damn does he love it.

I'M SORRY I JUST LOVE THE THREE OF THEM TOGETHER

[brownskinsugarplum76]

NSFW A-Z: Robert Plant

I saw this done first by @xx-kurt-cocaine--xx . I loved your responses! It looked like a lot of fun, and I absolutely knew I had to offer my 2 cents on my lion bae. ☺️ I figured it would also be a good exercise to get me thinking about different conversations/scenarios I could write for my Robert fics. I enjoyed doing this a lot. Great idea you had! 👌🏽❤️

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Aftercare(what they’re like after sex)

*I think it's going to depend on the kind of sex. I think he'd be tender and doting after a romantic romp, or something rough: snuggling, flirting, soft voice conversation. But I could see him being energized and dragging a partner off on some sort of fun adventure after a quickie, a big ball of energy, all laughs, totally invigorated and totally capable of getting his partner to go along with whatever's on his mind.

Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

*Robert is clearly very proud of little Robert Anthony and his two lemony friends. And his chest. And his hair. And his legs, with those little red shorts. Everything that he likes to show off is what he likes best.

*On a partner, I think he's going to like whatever her best asset is. I don't think he's exclusively a leg man, breast man, etc. I think women are like beautiful snowflakes to him, and he judges each one on her own merits.

Cum (anything to do with cum…basically I’m a disgusting person)

*I think he's down if the woman's down. Wherever she's comfortable with him releasing on her.

*As far as a woman squirting, our boy loves him some custard pie, in all of its stages of consumption. 😈

Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

*I think Robert would enjoy being dominated by a woman. I don't think he'd be ashamed of it, but I think it would be something he'd keep between himself and the woman.

*I think younger Robert, say, before the 90s, would not say no to a romp with an older woman.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

*Robert was The Sex™ in the 70s. He has a PhD in sexology without ever cracking open a book. There's a reason why there's a lyric in one of his 90s songs says "your body's talking, I swear I've heard it all before."

Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

*I think he likes all the positions. I think he'd enjoy any positon that enables him to assert dominence, show strength, or sex someone deeply. But I think he also enjoys woman on top positions--I think he relishes being under the spell of a strong woman from time to time. I think it's going to depend on his mood which position(s) he chooses for play.

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

*Goofy during sex? I think it's possible, if he was with someone that he cared about and was in a silly mood, but I think under normal circumstances he'd be intense or passionate or tender, or some combination of those things.

Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

*The older Robert gets, the better his hair on his head is maintained, and certainly his facial hair nowadays. He is not one for manscaping below the neck. We know that Robert's hair is some sort of reddish medium-brown, and the hair on his head has traveled to a lot of places on the color spectrum. The carpet and drapes are frequently out of sync color-wise.

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

*I think Robert craves Intimacy, closeness, touch, PDAs, etc. I think he can get deeply intimate anytime, anywhere. He is generally not afraid to be vulnerable, and he is capable of achieving intimacy in many ways. I once called him an hourly serial monogamist, because I feel like he's able to make deep connections quickly, with anyone, and I think he can bring that level of passion and intensity to any physical dalliance if he wants to. I'm sure he's had anonymous, impersonal sex, but I think forging a connection--no matter how short-lived--is something he enjoys as much as the physical activity.

Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

*Robert has a virtually unlimited supply of partners, but I think there were times when he pleasured himself. Like, I could see a morning orgasm being like a cup of coffee for him if he happened to be by himself. And we know poor Bonzo was subjected to a pre-Zeppelin incident. 😬

Kink (One or more of their kinks)

*I think exhibitionism and voyeurism would be normal. I also think light dom/sub stuff--Robert giving or receiving.

Location (Favourite places to do the do)

*Uh, wherever the mood strikes. Really. 😈 But I do think he would enjoy being outdoors. I fantasize about him being nude on his property. 🥰🥰🥰 I also love the idea of pool sex or shower sex.

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

*An emotionally/intellectually willing partner who strikes his fancy. I think he would enjoy someone with whom he can have some flirtatious mental sparring. I think he enjoys being physically seductive, but I think he would highly value someone who builds attraction and tension with words. From a physical standpoint, I think he's more attracted to women who don't try too hard, natural beauties, women with quiet confidence. We know he has a type, but I think he could be captivated by just about any woman, if the vibes are right.

NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

*Animals or anything that is excessively harmful. He's a lover, not a punisher. I think narrow-minded women would also be a turn-off. Definitely narrow-minded or prudish sexually, but also narrow-minded in non-sexual ways. I feel like he'd be less likely to engage someone whose worldview is limited/exclusive/negative.

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

*Loves giving and receiving. A lot.

*Very good at giving; he adjusts his approach to whatever is turning on an individual woman. He's not going to stop until she's a complete, trembling, wet mess of nerves. And he might just keep going after that, to take her to new heights of pleasure, as much as to turn himself on by turning her on.

*When it comes to receiving, I think he would really enjoy losing himself in the woman's actions. I think he would immensely enjoy being deep throated, but I don't think he's going to expect every woman to be able to do it. I think he'd be most likely to let the woman lead the action, until he closes in on his climax. Then, he might be more likely to more forcefully hold her head in place or try to control her action.

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

*I like to think he's slow and sensual and then builds up to fast and rough, although I think that would change with mood/context. I'm sure he'd go for just the fast and rough immediately after a concert. And just slow and sensual would be appealing when he returns home after a tour.

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

*I think they'd be fairly common during a tour and less common at home. I think he'd place value on quickies for concert logistics and/or to "let off steam" immediately after a concert, or when curiosity about a new partner gets the best of him.

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

*Certainly up to the risks of public sex. Up to the risk of physically changing positions. Up to sleeping with the partner of someone he knows? I don't think we can rule that out. 👀😒🤫 I don't think seducing a woman in the first place, putting himself out there, is any kind of risk that would stress him out. I do think he would be less likely to engage a risky person--a criminal or someone else who functions outside of positive society norms--he's not one for drama or bad vibes.

Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

*How many do you want? How many do you need? He's your man, unless he's super extra intoxicated or in an emotional funk.

Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

*I'm sure he's used toys, but I don't think it's a regular occurrence. I think he'd be most likely to use toys from time to time with someone with whom he has a serious relationship, to spice things up here and there.

Unfair (How much they like to tease)

*Robert is an evil, teasing bastard when he wants to be. Teasing with words, teasing with touch and kisses, with dat Plantaconda… Again, I think it strokes his ego but also stokes the enjoyment of his partner. It's not for the sake of asserting control or anything just what he thinks is best for everyone's pleasure.

Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

*LOUD unless he has laryngitis or something. 😂😂😂 Although I think older Robert wouldn't feel the need to be a loud to express his enjoyment. I think he would LOVE for his partner to be loud.

*As far as sounds, choose from the menu of the LZ discography. 😉😈😁

Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

*I like to think Robert at least made out with a guy at least once in the 70s. We know he kissed Peter Grant, Michael Des Barres, Phil Collins… Why not? A lot of men experimented then, and I think it's plausible that Robert did, too.

X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

*Don't need an X-Ray for that. You can see it from aerial shot photos. You can damn near see it from outer space. I can't see the big E on the eye chart well without glasses, but I know I could make out that Legendary Ample Manhood™ without difficulty if someone snatched my glasses. 🤷🏽‍♀️😉

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?

*Very high. Well above average. He's gonna want it. He's gonna get it. And he won't have to beg.

ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

*I think he'd trail off pretty quickly. I think he'd put a lot of energy into it and it would eventually wear him out after a few times. I think he probably was also just generally tired in the 70s, after the drugs and adrenaline of performing wore off.

What do you all think?

[norihisahyuga-archived]

An Arrangement (5/26)

Matsuoka Masahiro/Nagase Tomoya Tokio 2800~ words. Sfw.

Masahiro Matsuoka is an incubus who just wants a casual partner, too tired to hunt down his meals individually and leery of those who form attachments too easily. Tomoya Nagase laughs at the idea of attachment; everyone has always sent him away when they are done with him, so he has no reason to try anymore. Their situations suit each other perfectly. Unfortunately, they also suit each other perfectly, and that was something neither of them expected.

Mabo is already up, showered, and restless the next afternoon as he waits for Shige to make his appearance. Last night’s activities, coupled with another romp this morning, had utterly exhausted Tomo, and the cat has refused to come downstairs, intent on sleeping until the very last minute. Though he’d teased him for a bit about having a lower stamina, Mabo had let him be, making sure he was warm and comfortable and he had everything he needed.

Sue him. He’s doing his best to be a good host for Tomo, to give him the affection and touch he needs and craves so much. It’s not like he’s used to this, not like he’s done this for ages with different people like Tomo has done this with different masters. He’s still finding his footing.

Last night had been… Something. He was so unused to showing someone affection, but it felt almost natural to hold Tomo, to touch him, to give him what he says he needs.

Too easy, maybe. He’ll have to keep an eye on himself, then.

The sound of a car pulling up in his driveway drags him from his thoughts, and he quickly crosses the living room to the front door, swinging it open without even thinking about giving Shige time to knock. His car is plain, ordinary, nothing like what he could afford if he wanted to flex his wealth, but Shige has never been about that life. Mabo supposes he can respect that.

“Someone looks excited to see me,” Shige informs him as soon as they’re in sight of each other. He’s let his hair grow out past his shoulders, and the sight of that rocks Mabo for a moment.

“You haven’t cut your hair off yet.” It’s odd enough that he feels the need to voice the observation, and when Shige only laughs and pats him on the shoulder as he walks by, Mabo feels even more thrown off. “I��ve seen it long, but never this long. It’s even longer than Tomo’s right now.”

“I’ve been alive for hundreds of years, Matsuoka, and I’ve not let my hair grow out once.” Shige shrugs at him before taking a seat on the couch. “I thought it was time for a little change.”

“You’ll attract too much vermin looking like that,” Mabo mutters, shutting and locking the door.

“Oh?” Shige’s smile is slow and just on this side of sly. “That’s a high compliment coming from you.”

“I told you a long time ago that I would keep you safe. Just because your body doesn’t age any longer doesn’t mean you’re not susceptible to harm.” Mabo’s kind, on the other hand…

Shige waves away his words, leaning back, making himself comfortable, making himself at home. “You worry too much. At this point, most of the beings I encounter are at least familiar with my name even if they don’t know my face, and that means they’re familiar with yours. How’s Tomo?”

“He’s fine, but that’s off the subject.” Mabo crosses his arms over his chest, frowning at his best friend. “No one’s tried to bother you, have they? I’ll have their fucking internal organs if—”

“Masahiro.” Shige says his first name like a disappointed father and Mabo, instinctively, ducks his head. “No. No one has tried to bother me. You’re a lingering threat wherever I go.”

Mabo huffs before dropping down in his favorite chair. “Good. Because I don’t want anyone trying to hurt you. The last person who did paid for that mistake, with interest, and I have every—”

“I know you do, but I didn’t come here to listen to that.” Shige rolls his eyes and Mabo pouts at him. “How’s Tomo? I haven’t spoken to either of you since you came to me.”

“Tomo’s perfectly happy as far as I can tell. You could have told me you knew him, right? You didn’t have to keep your cat friend a literal secret from me.” Mabo pouts harder.

The way Shige throws his hands up in the air eases the pout a bit, but only a bit; Mabo sincerely wants to know why the hell this fact was hidden from him until he spoke to Tomo. If Shige had let him in on the fact that he knew Tomo personally, Mabo would not have hesitated nearly as much going to meet Tomo for the first time. He doesn’t know what knowing that ahead of time would have changed otherwise, if anything. He trusts Shige’s judgement of people, after all.

And more to the point, why had Shige not spoken to Tomo about this ahead of time, asked him if he might be interested in having someone take him in for a bit? Knowing that these two are friends has only left Mabo with more questions than answers, and though he and Tomo have put their heads together about it a few times, none of them have come to a satisfactory answer. Shige being able to pull off being more mysterious than actual fucking demons is annoying.

“Things are working out well and I was right to send you to him. You’re well suited for each other.” Shige sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do you really have a right to be upset with me?”

“It’s not that I’m upset about it, it’s that I’m confused. We both are. When we realized you knew both of us, and you’d never mentioned either of us to the other, and you didn’t tell Tomo I was coming… I just don’t understand any of it,” Mabo admits, slumping down in his chair.

“Matsuoka, I am not a dating service. I am not a phone application meant for finding you sexual partners. I sent you to someone I knew and trusted because I wanted the best for both of you.” The pointed look he’s sent makes Mabo slump down further in his chair, feeling more like a chastised child by the minute. And he’s pretty sure he’s older than Shige, so this is doubly unfair. “I don’t have Tomo’s new number in my phone, so I couldn’t have told him about you anyway.”

“I… Apologize for bitching,” Mabo finally says, and it takes a lot of effort to get just that out.

Shige chuckles. “Apology accepted. And where is Tomo? Is he still upstairs asleep?”

“He is,” Mabo confirms. “He’s got great stamina, but not as much as I do, so I’m just letting him sleep until he’s ready to get up. I’ll make you some tea while we wait, if you want.”

Shige hums. “Tea would be lovely. And things have been good between you two?”

“They have been, yeah. We’ve had a few hiccups but we’re still getting to know each other, so that’s expected.” Mabo leads Shige into the kitchen, pulling a chair for him out at the table.

“That’s good to hear. I was worried you two might have too much friction because you’re both stubborn, but it looks like that’s worked out.” Shige smiles warmly at him when Mabo shoots him a look for that unnecessary comment. “I was a bit worried about how he’d take it particularly.”

Mabo doesn’t ask after that one. “How did you meet Tomo in the first place?”

“Oh, that.” Shige’s smile falls. “Start the tea and then sit. It’s a bit of a rough story.”

Mabo sets the water to boil and sits down at the table, his stomach already tight just from the way Shige’s expression and voice changed. He knows Tomo had a rough life, picked that up from Tomo himself and just bits and pieces here and there, but he’s not poked and prodded too much. It isn’t his job to poke and prod, after all, because he and Tomo are just… It’s about the sex and the companionship, nothing more. Mabo’s just worried about what Shige will say because he’s come to see Tomo as a friend, that’s all. He wouldn’t want any of his friends to suffer.

“Tomo’s probably told you you’re not the first person he’s lodged with for extended periods of time. He’s had other masters before you.” Shige threads his fingers together, propping his chin on top of them, and the sadness in his eyes strikes Mabo hard in the gut. “There was this one, a vampire. Tomo had been living with him when we met each other, and he… Doted a bit? Tomo said he did, but when he did it in front of others, it was patronizing. Made Tomo a bit nervous.”

Shige falls quiet for a moment, and Mabo says nothing, just waits for him to pick up his story where he left off. “As you can guess, they didn’t stay together. He wanted to move on, didn’t want Tomo to move with him… But it was nasty. He hurt him, bit him, took too much blood, the wound was very ragged. He literally threw Tomo out of the house and told him no one would ever wanted him, that he was just used goods. I found him sitting on the street in nothing but sheet.

“So I asked him what I could do to help him. I called his landlord, and a few of his roommates came and got him. Gave the vampire a stern talking to, took Tomo’s things… Can you believe he wasn’t even going to give Tomo his clothes?” Shige shakes his head, clear disgust written on his features, but Mabo still says nothing. Beneath the table, his fists are clenched so hard they shake, his knuckles bleached white from rage. “I checked in on him a few times to make sure he was okay and that’s how we became friends. Are you alright? You look a bit pale.”

Mabo sucks in a breath through his teeth and drops his head, willing himself to breathe, to calm down, because it does him no good getting angry. He doesn’t even know why he’s this pissed about it. Tomo is obviously fine, he bounced back from that and was more than happy to take up Mabo’s offer of staying with him… Is that why he’s given up on looking for someone to take him in permanently? Because of what that son of a bitch had done to him?

“In through your nose, out through your mouth.” Shige’s hand is warm and gentle on his shoulder, familiar, and he uses the sensation to ground himself. “I know this is hard for you to hear, Masahiro. Tomo has never objected to the story being told, so I didn’t think he’d much mind if you knew. And at least this way you understand that you do have to be good to him.”

“I would never treat him like that.” Just the thought makes his stomach sour, makes his throat tight. “I haven’t known him that long but for fuck’s sake, Shige, he’s so gentle.”

Shige squeezes his shoulder and Mabo wills himself to calm down; it’s only the familiar sound of light footsteps on the stairs that succeeds in relaxing him. Tomo appears in the kitchen doorway soon after, dark skin on display in an off-the-shoulders white top and a black shirt that stops just above his knees. Mabo is used to feeling hungry when he sees Tomo dressed like this, but now he only feels oddly protective, wanting to pull Tomo into his arms and keep him safe.

“He doesn’t look so good,” Tomo muses, full lips forming pout. “Let me take a wild guess, Shige. You told him the story and he’s just starting to calm down.”

“He reacted much more poorly to it than most have, so it’s taking him a bit longer.” Shige gives his shoulder a last squeeze before letting go. “I’ll go ahead and fix all three of us some tea. Tomoya, if you want to give it a shot, you might be better at calming him down than I am.”

As soon as Shige steps away from the table, Tomo is in Mabo’s lap, warm and soft, arms winding around his shoulders, and Mabo’s reaction is instant. He yanks Tomo against his chest, pressing his face against Tomo’s bare shoulder, drinking in his scent, reveling in how Tomo fits in his arms. He shouldn’t be this stupidly protective of someone who can clearly take care of himself, but after what he’d just heard, after the images that had played through his head— Tomo huddled on a curb, soaked to the skin, clinging to the sheet wrapped around his body— Mabo can’t do anything but let his instincts take over. It takes him a few minutes to realize Tomo is humming against the top of his head, to feel Tomo’s fingers slowly combing through his hair.

“Make sure he’s not crushing you,” Shige says, and Mabo is back to himself enough to scowl in Shige’s direction before pressing his face back into Tomo’s shoulder.

“Mabo’s never hurt me since we got together, so that’s not an issue.” Tomo’s tail lightly brushes against his wrist, and Mabo loosens his hold on Tomo enough for the appendage to curl around him. “You’d be surprised at just how gentle he can be, I think.”

“...Did you call him Mabo?” Shige asks, disbelief clear in his voice, and Mabo wonders what it’s about this time. “I don’t think I’ve heard anyone call him anything but his actual name before.”

“Masahiro Matsuoka is a mouthful,” Tomo simply says. “Besides, I like Mabo. It’s short, I think it fits him, and he doesn’t seem to mind it.”

Any other day, Mabo would probably be annoyed they’re talking about him like he isn’t between the two of them, but for now, he just lets them chat and uses Tomo’s scent and the sound of his heartbeat, slow and steady, to bring himself down from the murderous rage and the sudden burst of overprotective instinct he’s been riding on for the past few minutes. He’s been alive for thousands of years, is the oldest in this room easily, and he hasn’t had such a base emotional reaction for centuries. He can get annoyed by humans, annoyed enough to snap their necks and leave them twitching on the pavement, but he’s never liked them to begin with. Inocchi has teased him about his temper before, which isn’t fair because it isn’t like angels have tempers to begin with, but he never thought he actually had a temper until this moment.

“—should still give it a chance, you’ve been alone for ages now. It isn’t fair,” Tomo is saying when Mabo finally comes back to himself enough to follow the conversation.

Shige sighs. “I will consider it, Tomoya, but that’s as far as I’ll go right now. Okay?”

“I’ll let it go for now but I think you’re being ridiculous.” Tomo pouts, and Mabo has to resist the urge to kiss him. “You’re a real catch. Anyone would be lucky to get the chance to be with you, and I, for one, think that if you actively looked, it’d be all too easy to find someone.”

Mabo clears his throat. “Are we talking about Shige’s criminal lack of a love life?”

“We are,” Tomo confirms, leaning back to look at him. “I was telling him he looks beautiful with long hair. I have this friend I bet would be perfect for him if he would just meet him.”

“I was going to fix him up with someone, but Inocchi wouldn’t let me introduce them because he was busy watching over a human.” Mabo rolls his eyes at the memory, at the fact anyone would waste their time with fucking mortals. “Angels are impossible to reason with.”

Tomo cocks a brow at him. “Wait, wait. You know an angel? Like an actual guardian angel?”

“I know two, actually. Inocchi is only one of them. He’s found his mate. I don’t know about Sakamoto, he bounces from human to human before I get a chance to ask.” Mabo scowls at the thought, then shakes his head. “I still think he’d be perfect for Shige, and I stand by that.”

“An angel…” Tomo hums at the thought. “Shige really does deserve someone like that.”

“Enough, you two. You’ve talked enough about my love life in the last ten minutes for the rest of the year.” Shige shakes his head, retrieving tea cups from the cabinet. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Mabo lets it go when Tomo laughs, smothering the sound against the palm of his hand, and he still doesn’t kiss him, but he does press his face against Tomo’s throat to feel how the sound moves beneath his skin. He attributes his sudden, odd, affectionate behavior as nothing by a byproduct of what he’d just gone through, because that’s the best answer he can come up with at the moment and it at least makes sense. He needs to get over himself, needs to stop seeing Tomo as something fragile and delicate, someone who needs to be protected, because Tomo can take care of himself and has been for God only knows how many hundreds of years. It was instinct, nothing more… Or at least, that’s what Mabo tells himself.