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metal-sludge · 2 months ago
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A review of METALLICA's eponymous album (aka the Black Album) by Jerry Ewing for METAL FORCES, September 1991.
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we-will-swallow-your-soul · 2 months ago
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Metallica with their long lost grand pappy Ozzy...
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dy3rs3v3 · 1 year ago
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80s Metallica and Slayer crossover
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prxttyp0ison · 8 months ago
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my bitch pose is NASTYYYY
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melodious-tear · 8 days ago
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Li Xinze source
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guess-i-do-art · 3 months ago
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN ‼️🎃
To celebrate, I drew my persona Swan as Lars!! My actual costume is a moth, but I’ve always wanted to cosplay Lars since he’s my favorite 🫶 Also the moth cape is extremely hard to draw…
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The second version, this time as Villain Lars from my AU! (Check it out if you haven’t already… 🤫)
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ybkitten · 10 months ago
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Part of my gift to @annelaurant for the Aveyond Winter Exchange! This was the greatest prompt I could have fulfilled. I did, in fact, go back and play all of AV1 again just so I could immerse myself in the game and its mechanics just for this bit.
tbh some of the best warmups I've ever done for a piece of art lol
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killerqueenhetfield · 2 years ago
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SLUTS
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daddy-ul · 3 months ago
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truly, undoubtedly, un-fuck-with-able
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It's not in his humor but I swear that if he said right after "believe me, I tried" I would have EXPLODED laughing sjdkskekekekek
That said, that's the face of someone who has seen someone try, and fail painfully. He knows things
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hershelwidget · 1 year ago
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*png-ifies your soup man*
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BEHOLD. A MAN
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dy3rs3v3 · 1 year ago
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Metallica doing sound check before the St. Anger bonus DVD session at HQ, March 2003
Pics by Niclas Swanlund
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sweetdemolitionlovers · 2 years ago
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« Arms wide open, I stand alone. I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone. Right or wrong, I can hardly tell. I'm on the wrong side of Heaven, and the righteous side of Hell. The wrong side of Heaven, and the righteous side, the righteous side of Hell. » ♫ Wrong Side Of Heaven - Five Finger Death Punch
Lars 💕 My Norwegian and ex-military 💕
Poses by @pandorassims4cc & @cassandragrusel86
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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 9 days ago
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Moody Bucky -Oneshot
@imagine-all-the-fandoms informed me that I missed posting this one! I'm so sorry to those of you who were excited to read it, I got bogged down with requests and it got lost in the shuffle. Here you go!
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“Yeah, yeah sounds good.  See you Saturday,” Y/N replied before hanging up the phone.  
“What’s that smile for?” Natasha asked, walking into Y/N’s room.
“Jesus!  Nat, quit being a spy for one day, please?” Y/N gasped, her hand resting over her rapidly beating heart.  “My heart can’t handle it.”
Natasha rolled her eyes.  “Who was that?”
“His name is Lars,” Y/N smiled.  “He’s one of the Asgardian recruits that Thor brought in from New Asgard.  We kinda ran into each other a week ago after training.”
“Lars,” Natasha cocked an eyebrow at her.  “He’s cute.  But then again, all Asgardians are beautiful.”
“True,” Y/N laughed.  
“What about Bucky?” Natasha asked with narrowed eyes.
Y/N sighed at that.  She had had a major crush on Bucky for a while now.  He was the one she really wanted, but after a year and a half of unrequited feelings she was tired.  She felt like she had dropped some flirtatious hints to him while they worked together, and at times he would pick up the crumb and flirt back, while other times he was a perfectly polite gentleman.  He never pushed for anything more than friendship, and she didn’t want to ruin that friendship and work camaraderie with her silly little crush, so she didn’t push either.  “I’ve got to get over that, Nat,” Y/N said quietly, looking down at her phone in her hands.  
Nat sighed as well, moving to sit next to her.  “He likes you, too, you know.  He just doesn’t know how to go about it.”
“You keep saying that, but nothing has changed,” Y/N said, giving her an unimpressed look.  “If he really likes me and wants me, then he would have done something about it by now.  I’m not going to wait around forever.  I deserve more, don’t I?”
“You do,” Natasha nodded.  “If you like this Lars guy, then go for it.  Even if it doesn’t work out, it’ll be a nice distraction.”
Y/N huffed a laugh.  
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“She’s got a date,” Natasha said flippantly as she passed by Bucky in the hallway.
“What?” Bucky asked, looking at her confusedly.
“Y/N has a date, this Saturday,” Natasha said, looking back at him.  “With an Asgardian.”  Bucky’s eyes widened at her.  “You waited too long,” Natasha shrugged.  “She deserves to be loved, Barnes.  If you won’t give her that, she’ll find it elsewhere.”  She gave him a tight smile then turned and walked away.
Bucky exhaled sharply.  You waited too long.  The words rattled around in his brain.  Had he really waited too long?  He had a sneaking suspicion that maybe Y/N reciprocated his feelings, but he was too afraid to do anything about it.  Potential rejection and ruining a good friendship held him back, but now…was he actually losing her?
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Y/N adjusted her dress for the millionth time that night.  It fit her well, accentuating all the right places, the color complimenting her skin tone beautifully.  She was wearing much more makeup and had her hair done up more than she ever normally would.  She looked herself over in the mirror again, then sighed and grabbed her small purse.  “Chill out,” she whispered to herself.  Y/N walked out of her room, her heels clicking against the floor as she headed towards the living room she had to pass through to get to the elevator.  When she entered everyone’s eyes were on her.
Sam let out a wolf whistle.  “Goddamn, Y/L/N, you’re looking good,” he said in a suggestive tone.  “You clean up nicely.”
Y/N blushed and Steve stood up from his spot on the couch next to Sam and approached her.  “You look beautiful,” he complimented her, giving her a side hug.  
Natasha joined him and took her hand.  “Give us a twirl,” she teased, raising their conjoined hands and turning her.  Y/N giggled as she circled herself around, posing with her foot popped up behind her when she was done. 
“Get you some Asgardian ass!” Peter piped up from the corner of the room.  “Show him what we Midgardians can do!”
Y/N blushed and covered her face with her hand as everyone laughed.  “Stop it, you guys,” she murmured.  “Thank you.”
“Doesn’t she look great, Buck?” Natasha asked with a teasing tone, arching her eyebrow as she looked behind Y/N into the kitchen off to the side of the living room.
Y/N turned to look at Bucky.  His eyes were wide as he looked at her from head to toe, pausing particularly along her curves.  He swallowed harshly and blinked, a slight frown marring his face.  “Yeah,” he agreed, shooting a dagger-filled look at Natasha.  He softened as he looked back at Y/N.  “You look amazing, doll,” he complimented her.  He gave her a tight smile, then hung his head and quickly left the kitchen, marching down the hallway to his bedroom where he closed the door soundly.  Everyone watched him leave with a frown.
Y/N sighed quietly.  “I um…I think I forgot something.  Thanks everybody,” she said, quickly walking back down the hallway.  They all said farewell to her as she made her way toward her room, but then looked back to make sure no one was watching her as she veered to Bucky’s door.  She stared at his door for a minute, trying to get the courage to knock.  She pulled out her phone and texted Lars before putting it on silent and pocketing it, then knocking on Bucky’s door.
She heard shuffling and then Bucky opened the door.  He looked dejected until he saw it was her, then his face quickly changed into a pleasant smile.  “Oh, hey doll,” he said quickly.  “I thought you were leaving?”
“Can I come in?” Y/N asked.
“Uh, sure,” Bucky said with a slight frown.  He opened the door wider and stepped back, and she walked inside.  As he closed the door behind her she stood awkwardly near the edge of his bed.  She had been in his room multiple times, whether for a movie night, random hang outs or helping him through another nightmare.  Now it seemed formidable as she steeled herself for his response.  “What’s up?” he asked, looking almost anywhere but at her.
Y/N inhaled deeply.  “Can you be honest with me?” she asked.  Bucky’s gaze snapped to her, his frown deepening.  “Tell me right now why you don’t want me to go on this date, and I won’t go,” she said, gulping at the tremble in her voice.  
Bucky shook his head.  “I…I don’t…I didn’t say that–”
“You didn’t have to,” Y/N breathed.  She walked closer to him until she was almost toe-to-toe with him, looking up at him with longing and hope.  “Tell me you don’t want me to go.”
His mouth slightly dropped, his gaze flickering around her face.  “I…I don’t want you to go on the date,” he rushed out.
“Why?” Y/N pressed him.
Bucky blinked rapidly.  “Because you…you’re…” he sighed and closed his eyes.  “Because I want you to be mine.”
“Look at me,” Y/N whispered.  He slowly opened his eyes.  “Say it again.”
Bucky bit his lip then inhaled deeply.  He slowly leaned his head down until his forehead rested against her forehead.  “I want you to be mine,” he whispered.
“Then ask me,” Y/N whispered back with a small smirk on her face.
Bucky huffed a laugh, his hands grabbing her hands and holding her fingers loosely.  “Will you be mine, Y/N?” he asked quietly.
“Yes,” she replied, her smile widening.  
Bucky smiled back.  “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it,” he said.
“I’m sorry it took me so long, too,” Y/N said.  
He nuzzled her nose.  “You do look amazing, by the way,” he said, his gaze slipping down her body appreciatively.  “Too bad it wasn’t for me.”
“Oh please,” Y/N rolled her eyes at his moody cheekiness.  “Whose fault is that?”
“Mine,” Bucky chuckled.  His fingers moved up her arms, until he reached the dress straps on her shoulders.  He slowly pushed one down so it hung loosely on her arm, then leaned forward and kissed her naked shoulder.  “I’m pretty sure you were thinking of me, though.”
“So what if I was?” Y/N teased.
Bucky pouted against her skin.  “You like torturing me, don’t you doll?”
“Maybe a little bit,” Y/N said.  “I mean, I could text him, send him a picture of my dress–”
Bucky nipped at her skin and growled.  His metal hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her against him, his flesh hand gripping her hip.  “You wouldn’t dare,” he hissed, his flesh hand traveling down to her ass and giving it a quick slap that had her gasping.  “I don’t share.”
“Neither do I,” Y/N huffed, her hands gripping his shirt tightly.  
“You better call and cancel with him,” Bucky snarled in her ear.  “‘Cause I’m not letting you leave my room for the next few days…if ever.”
“Already did,” Y/N smirked.  
He laughed against her neck before pulling back and looking at her.  “Careful, doll, or you’re gonna make me fall in love even deeper than I already am.”
Y/N’s eyes widened at that piece of information.  “I love you, too, Buck,” she said sincerely.
Bucky’s eyes softened and he smiled before finally kissing her gently.  She kissed him back fervently, angling her head to deepen the kiss as her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping his face pulled down to hers.  It quickly became passionate, Bucky’s hands kneading her ass then leaning down to pull and pick her up by her thighs.  Y/N yelped against his mouth as he started lifting her dress with one hand while the other kept her positioned around his waist, her legs crossed tight behind him.  He got the dress off before laying her down on the bed, his lips barely leaving her skin.
When he pulled back he looked down to find her bare breasts, a thin thong barely covering her pussy.  “Fucking hell, doll,” he murmured.  “What were you hoping for tonight, huh?”  His possessiveness returned, making his eyes darken again.  “Was this for him?”
“Who?” Y/N asked, biting back a smile.
A low rumble came from Bucky’s chest.  “You’re just a little tease, aren’t you?” he asked, his flesh hand slapping at the side of her ass.  
“Sometimes,” Y/N shrugged.
Bucky’s finger dipped below the string of her thong on her hip and started pulling it off.  He threw it off to the side and dipped that same finger in between her legs, feeling how wet she was already.  “You’re soaking, doll,” he cooed at her.  “Who made you this wet?”  Before she could answer, his hand slapped her pussy lightly, making her gasp in surprise, looking at him incredulously.  “Was it him?” he arched an eyebrow at her.
“No,” Y/N whispered.  “It was you.”
He slapped her pussy again, tearing a cry from her lips.  “Who was that?  I didn’t hear you,” he said with a playful grin.
“You!”  Y/N yelped.  “Only you!”
“That’s fucking right,” Bucky grunted, then rubbed at her clit in fast circles with his middle and pointer finger.  Y/N tensed at the pleasure that zinged through her pelvis from his actions, her eyes screwed shut as she let out a shuddering breath.  He leaned over her again, kissing up from her breasts to her neck where he sucked at her skin, leaving bruises blooming in his wake.  “Nobody else can make you feel like this, can they?” he asked, his teeth scraping against the column of her throat.
“Nobody,” Y/N moaned as his fingers started flicking her clit instead of rubbing.  “Shit!  Just like that!  Bucky…baby…”
“Oooh I like baby,” he chuckled against her skin, licking up her jaw.   “What else do you wanna call me?”
“Anything,” Y/N hiccuped, her hips gyrating against his hand.  “I’ll call you anything you want, just please let me cum!”
He slapped her pussy again, making her squeal.  “I asked you a question,” he said.
“Bucky…baby…handsome…fuck, honey, love, daddy!” she yelled.
Bucky chuckled again.  “Wow, never been called ‘daddy’ before,” he smirked down at her.  “Say it again.”
Y/N’s eyes pleaded with him.  “D-daddy…please…”
Bucky eyelids fluttered at the pet name.  “Yes, babydoll?”
Y/N squirmed at the new version of ‘doll,’ loving how he was playing into the pet names.  “Please!  Daddy please, make me cum!” she begged.
“I’ve got you, babydoll,” he groaned, then his fingers pinched her clit.  
Y/N gasped and whimpered until after a few precise flicks she finally came with a loud moan.  Her legs were shaking as she panted and eventually came down from the high of her orgasm.  “Fuck…” she sighed.
“Good girl, Y/N,” Bucky praised her, kissing her cheek sweetly.  “Do we need a condom?”  She shook her head, unable to fully form words.  “Thank god,” he said, then suddenly sat up straight and manhandled her until she was laying on her stomach.  He spread her legs and lifted her hips so she was up on her knees, her face down in the blanket.  He slapped her ass multiple times, massaging the sting, before she felt the tip of his cock slip through her lower lips.  She hadn’t even heard him taking his clothes off, and she gripped the pillows by her head as she prepared for his cock.  “Ready doll?” he asked.
“Yes Daddy,” Y/N mumbled.  Her hips slightly jiggled and moved back towards him, making the tip of his cock push into her.
“Fuck yeah, you want my cock, babydoll?” he groaned, gripping her hips.  “Say it.”
“I want your cock,” Y/N breathed.  She was still so turned on and lightheaded from her first orgasm and his possessive, rougher treatment that she didn’t even know she liked until now.  “Please give me your cock, Daddy.”
Bucky moaned and finally started pushing into her.  They both gasped at the feeling, Y/N whimpering as he continued to push in, large and overwhelming her tight pussy.  “Holy fuck, so tight,” Bucky huffed.  “I’m not gonna be able to stop, Y/N.”
“I don’t want you to,” Y/N said, trying to look back at him.  “Fuck me, Daddy.”
“Jesus Christ!” Bucky whimpered, then slammed his hips into her, making her scream.  He set a punishing pace, the skin slapping against skin echoing in his room between his grunts and her whimpers.  Within just a few minutes his grip became bruising as he chased his release.  “I’m gonna cum, babydoll.”
“Please…”
“Gonna fill you up…”
“Fuck yes.”
“Then I’ll fuck you again.  And again.  Mark you from the inside out, so he knows you’re mine.”
“Yes Daddy!”
“That’s right, scream my name.  Make everybody know you’re mine!  Let them know who’s fucking you this good!”
Y/N came again at his command, screaming his name as her pussy clamped down around him, her entire body shaking.  Bucky was right behind her, her pussy milking him of everything he had, cumming with a shout and falling on top of her.  They shivered against each other, his panted breaths fanning her neck and his hair tickling her ear as she twitched from the aftershocks.  
“Damn, babydoll,” Bucky breathed after a few minutes.  He lifted himself and slowly pulled out of her.  Y/N groaned at the loss of his fullness.  Bucky lay next to her and pulled her in to snuggle against his side.  He brushed her hair from her face with his fingers and stared at her adoringly.  “Hey,” he said quietly.
“Hey,” she whispered, smiling at him.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern flashing in his eyes.  “I’m sorry, I got carried away–”
“I’m fine, Buck,” Y/N giggled.  “Great, actually…Daddy.”
“Don’t start yet,” Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.  “Let me recover first.”
She giggled again.  “So jealous and moody,” she teased.
Bucky grinned proudly.  “Only for you, doll.”
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intheupside · 10 months ago
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So, what they do when a player isn't able to be in the picture is they have a guy pose in the player's jersey and they just photoshop his head in later. Like 10 years ago the part of Sidney Crosby was actually played by Andrew Taglianetti, twin brother of equipment manager Jon. Looking down there now, they've got a guy in Jansen Harkins' jersey since he's on a conditioning stint in Wilkes-Barre/Scranton. They've also got a guy wearing Lars Eller's gear. Not sure where Eller might be.
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 Friends helping friends. Erik Karlsson was one of the guys on the stands in his shoes so Acciari pushed him in a chair off the ice so he wouldn't have to shuffle. Tristan Jarry helped Acciari push Karlsson
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vinyldreamsfuckup · 8 months ago
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So High School
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A: this was a random thing I came up with. I hope it’s cute
Warnings: fluff, drinking, smoking weed, smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, Kirk x fem
You and Kirk had been together since your sophomore year of high school. You were both the "weird" kids in high school. So when you got sat next to each other in third period history it almost felt like fate. You talked to each other nearly everyday since then. You always loved how much Kirk loved his comic books and horror movies. You could listen to him go on and on for hours and never get bored of him talking. You’d been in love with him since the moment you met him. When he joined Metallica you quickly became friends with all of the guys. You’d loved watching him play and being around him. There was simply just nothing better than being with him.
Though, one thing you never did was go to prom. It felt stupid and it seemed like a dumb thing to think about, but when you looked back at pictures from high school you’d always wished you had a picture in some stupid dress standing next to him. He knew this. He hated high school dances and didn’t really care, but he knew it was important to you, so when he surprised you with a “prom” at your old high school you were over the moon. It was just you, Kirk, James, Cliff, and Lars but it was going to be perfect regardless. Because you had him.
You wore a long, mint green, satin dress. It was a corset like dress that helped extenuate your body while still trying to look nice. There were laces up the back that showed your freshly tanned skin. Kirk wore a white shirt that was only halfway buttoned and black jeans with his black converse. He never cared for school dances in high school but he knew this was important to you and he wanted to do this to surprise you. So if you could only get jeans and a nice shirt then you’d take it. It being mostly unbuttoned was just a plus. You were standing in your backyard waiting for him to walk out with your corsage.
"You look beautiful," Kirk said as he walked out of the house. A smile spread across your face.
"Thank you, baby. You don't look too bad yourself," You giggled. Kirk chuckled and grabbed the corsage and wrapped it on your wrist. James and Lars giggled as they were snapping picture after picture as the two of you got ready. Kirk leaned in, his lips touching your ear.
"We should just ditch the whole thing. I can take you to the hotel and we can have a good time," Kirk whispered. You playfully hit his shoulder.
"Pose for the damn picture," You laughed out. He rolled his eyes and put his hand around your waist and looked at the camera. The two of you smiled taking a couple nice pictures before you both broke out into silly faces. Kirk ushered me to his car and we got in.
"You sure you wanna go to the dance and not just back to the hotel?" Kirk asked as he started the car. You laughed.
"I'm sure. Now lets go try to have a good time," You responded.
That's what the two of you did. You went and danced and ate some food. You both drank and smoked weed, getting undeniably high as fuck. You talked all night long, not even worrying about anything else. James, Lars, and Cliff all brought random girls to keep them company. They were all dressed up and getting shitfaced. You couldn’t help but smile at how sweet the whole thing was, but mostly you were just focused on Kirk and how happy he made you. You grabbed his hand and lead him out into the hallway and to your old locker. He pushed you against them just like he used to and connected your lips in a feverish kiss. The taste of weed and beer still on his you.
“Can we go back to the hotel now?” Kirk mumbled against your lips, his hand traveled up the strings of your dress, grazing the skin.
“Mhm…” You mumbled back with a nod. Kirk smiled and lifted you up bridal style before running back toward his car. You giggled as he ran.
You quickly arrived at the hotel and he lead you into the room and sat you on the edge of the bed. Your heart was full everything feeling so heightened. You two had sex all the time but for some reason this felt so much more intimate. He sat next to you on the bed and carefully undid the ties of your dress. He helped you out of it before pressing his lips to yours.
“You’re beautiful,” Kirk breathed out as he pushed you down on the bed. He trailed kisses down your chest and torso. His hands hooked around the lace of your thong before carefully pulling it off. A small groan left his lips as he stared at you, “so beautiful.”
He gently kissed down your thigh before settling between your legs. He licked between your folds groaning as he did so. Your hand tangled in his hair as a moan left your lips. He started to fuck you with his tongue, his thumb rolling against your clit.
“Fuck…Kirk…” You moaned out as your hand tangled into his hair. Kirk’s tongue quickly pumped in lapping up every last molecule. He groaned as he moved feeling you spasm beneath him.
“You’re so good,” Kirk mumbled, “So wet. So good.”
Your hips bucked against his tongue. He pressed your waist down on the bed and started to move his tongue quickly. His thumb spreading up against your clit. You were soon moaning out and finishing all over his tongue. He licked up your slick before standing up.
Your hands went to his shirt and quickly undid the rest of the buttons while he pulled himself out of his jeans. He was now standing in front of you naked, his dick standing tall and ready for you. He quickly pushed into you a loud moan leaving your lips as you adjusted.
“You’re so beautiful.” He groaned, “you’re so fucking wet.”
His hips started to rock and long moans left your mouth. Your hands gripped his back and your nails slowly raked down his back. He moaned out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He slowly picked up his pace ramming into you harder. He picked up your thigh and he lit by his stomach adjusting the angle. He fell in deeper hitting every spot perfectly.
“Kirk…oh my god,” you moaned out.
“That’s it, baby,” Kirk breathed out. He moved slightly faster.
“Don’t stop. That’s it. Yes…” you moaned out. He nodded and kept his pace ramming into you over and over. Your body started to shake and you loudly came, his name falling from your mouth
“Fuck…” Kirk groaned out. His hips still moving quickly chasing his orgasm. Your moans turned into loud whimpers as he kept going. Overstimulated and sensitive as he kept moving against you.
“Come on baby,” you whined. His head fell back and a loud moan left his mouth. He pulled out and came all over your stomach.
“Fuck…” Kirk said breathlessly. You nodded in agreement.
“Was this a good prom night?” Kirk chuckled out as he pulled away for a moment.
You nodded and smiled, “wouldn’t imagine it any other way, my love.”
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thefusioncelestial · 2 months ago
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Mix 13: A Geeky Bulk
Anonymous asked:
I am a chubby and hairy American Guy who is a little on the geeky side of life. I love Jamar Pusch's pecs and how he can make them bounce. Could you merge us please?
For the uninitiated, for those going the natural route of being big & cut at the same time comes in two cycles; the bulk and the cut.
The bulk is when the user focuses on gaining mass, and that means an big calorie intake. That means covering that coveted slab of visible muscles; the abs. But while they join the population of bears, the muscles, when paired with exercise, encourages muscle growth with the building blocks just sitting there.
The cut? Think of it as revealing the results. You go in the opposite direction on calorie & fatty intake and bask in the results. Continuous use of this basic method is how the skinny kid becomes the long lost cousin of Captain America.
Here is one dude who does this:
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Jamar Pusch.
Worked his butt off to get that look. You would swear that he was sculpted rather than built up.
Unbeknownst to himself, he is the target of that infamous group we call the prowlers. In this case, a father who wants to give was Jamar has to his wimpy son. You would think that with all the money in the world that he could just pay for the best trainers & dieticians, but many wealthy people can be illogical & demanding.
He procured a bottle of red liquid. All he has to do is pour on the target, and have the one who attends to assimilate touch them.
Jamar is finishing a typical photo-shoot, the best result will go on his Instagram, the rest to whoever he dms. The man is looking for love like the rest us.
His shoot has been infiltrated, a couple of payments here & there under the table, and the father and son arrive to the location using the new info. There are other people there admiring the modern day Adonis. The duo poses as fans. The event concludes, and Jamar goes to a trailer he rented for use for a nearby music cultural event, and the duo follows him.
There is a knock on the door. He opens and sees the father & son standing there gleaming. The son has a nervous energy about him, but Jamar pushes this away as a nervous fan. He beckons them into his trailer for a private supervised one on one meet & greet, and they obliged him.
The father was more excited than the son. Maybe the son was just getting introduced to this world to inspire him to workout? How fatherly.
Unknown to all three of them, a third fan was just out of earshot in the area. He saw this as an opportunity, goes to the trailer as well. The door is unlocked. He goes in, but what he sees angers & shocks him.
Jamar sits the pair down and offers them drinks.
They accept.
The father sees this as his chance.
He uncorks the bottle and splashes the contents on Jamar. He turns around to protest, but soon he freezes up like a statue. The only thing he could do is plead & scream in protest.
"I must thank you Mr. Pusch, I appreciate what you are about to do for my son. He is about to go to college, and I find he will have a better time if he can "hang" with the physically gifted type. Tell me, what sports are you into," he asked in a jubilant manner that turned stern.
His son looked nervous. The father glanced over with a frown at his son.
"Hopefully you will give him your confidence too, I tried so hard to instill courage into him, but his mother may have babied him a bit too much. No matter, let's get this over with," he said.
"Charlie, go shake Mr. Pusch's hand," he said.
The young man walked over silently. Jamar tried his best to move but couldn't. He then saw something. Hope.
The silent fan who came over saw all of this in the trailer. His mouth was agape. Was Jamar about to get kidnapped or worse killed? His anger took over. He dropped his phone that he was going to use to get pictures, and ran over to the father.
The shock of an intruder made the father's heart stop and blood freeze. Was he caught by security? The person coming over was a large man after all. By the time he registered to do something else and than wish for laser beam eyes, he was knocked over.
The son too was shocked at this. He moved his hand away from Jamar, and turned to his father.
Truth be told, he didn't want to change like this. He didn't want to steal someone else's body to appease his father or anyone else for that matter. If he was going to change, it was going to be on his terms. What Charlie wanted to do right now was save his father.
He found his courage.
He ran over, and with an adrenaline boost peeled the large man off his father and shoved him away. But he pushed him in the direction of Jamar.
He crashed into Jamar, and it began.
Surprisingly, Jamar didn't fall over or collapse. He just sort of absorbed the impact. For the large fan, it was like jumping into a combination of marshmallow & quicksand. His body sinked further into Jamar until all there was left was just Jamar.
Jamar cocked his head back & began to shift.
Mentally, Jamar was in this fan's head space. He was getting assimilated by him. Jamar & this fan talked it out. Explaining things from their perspective and then uniting under one cause of escaping from these crazy people. Jamar also convinced him to let him drive the wheel. He sensed that whatever was happening was a done deal, and he would be better steered to handle whatever they are about to become. The mind space inverted. They were in Jamar's mind. The fan broke down into confetti and merged into Jamar. It was time to kick some ass.
In flipping the mind merge, Jamar was able to reverse the physical merge process. The fan would upgrade him.
He let out a soft moan. His body began to quiver & shudder.
His skin grew softer as layers of fat grew all over.
"Hmm."
A warmth washed over stomach, each wave an inch of fat covering his abs.
There was rustling in his pants. His rod grew longer and strained against the tight pants. He grunted and then chuckled.
His neck bulged out & his head lengthened.
His facial features shifted, bigger eyes, smaller lips. A slightly more upturned nose. He kept his ears. His hair shortened.
He took on a darker skin tone as well, but soon after hair began to grow throughout his body.
He opened his eyes. The father & son were shocked by what they saw.
The father snapped out and commanded Charlie to touch the fused Jamar, but nothing happened. One pair per dose, and the father used all of it in one go.
He gave the father a beating. He had to change himself and consume someone else because some jack rabbit of a father wanted a shortcut. Security came in after seeing the trailer move a bit, and apprehended the pair.
The father was charged with attempted kidnapping later on.
The son wasn't a total wash and Jamar would mentor the young man.
As for Jamar, his life trajectory changed. The fan that saved him, was a part of him now, imparted some interesting interests. With the connections he built up, Jamar went into acting; doing mo-cap & voice acting for video games, one of which involved a galaxy far far away. He is having a blast too:
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In time Jamar would deal with layers on his stomach. He has been here before many times. He just fast tracked a bulk cycle. Time for the cut.
Wait, did that water bottle move by itself?
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