#feeling him from the inside but in a sexier way than just having gay sex

[gales-folly]

Want to make more bloodweave amvs but I would like 4 more cut scenes to work with and that means going through act 2&3 twice plus reloading an Astarion act 1 save to get Gale having him feel the orb

[wishmaster]

The Closet Submissive

There’s a photo on your banner of a ripped asian guy, on his knees, in front of his master, chained.  I wish that were me.  To be forced by my master to work out and dumb down all day.  To be the cocky arrogant jock on the outside, but inside, but the submissive slave to my master.  To be forced to obey my master, and know that theres a voice inside my head that hates, it.  That I was once this super smart guy, but somehow master changed me into is obedient, dumb muscle slave.    That is forced to fuck, be fucked, work out and serve his master in any way he pleased.  That would be my greatest wish. 

And your wish is my command. 

You look in your mirror as you notice, the nerdy white boy you used to be has disappeared and this gorgeous young Asian stud with a full muscles body is staring back, you rip your shirt to get a better look at your new body. 

Fuck, you think, you’re sexy as hell, you suddenly have this feeling you need to work out. You keep the shirt off and head to the gym. 

You kill it, working out most of the day, each rep seems to make you bigger, sexier, hornier.

“Hey Adam.” a voice says. Some how that voice seems to trigger in your mind. You need to listen to whomever it belongs to, in fact just the way he says your name seems to send your body into weakness. You turnaround and see him.

It’s Danny your neighbor, Damn, he’s changed too. You remember that you used to bully him for being even nerdier than you. But now you turn and see him and suddenly your weak in the knees. 

“Master.” you mutter out unaware why you’d even say that, he winks at you and motions at you to follow him into the locker room. He motions for you to sit like a dog in front of him as he unzips his leather jeans, a massive cock flops out and he demands you suck it. Usually you wouldn’t be caught dead doing gay shit like this but your body does as it is told almost instinctively. You feel his dick enter your mouth, you want to resist but master.. why do you keep referring to him as that? You suck your master off until he’s filling your mouth and soon covering your new face with his cum. Good Boy, he says. Adam tell me what is it you do for a living? he asks your remember you used to work with computers at a big company but that is not what you respond.

I live to serve my master, making extra cash by keeping my sex channel updated with my progress and me pleasuring myself on camera. That’s right, you’re just a dumb, sexy jock now isn’t that right? I nodded in agreement, cum still hang from my lips. 

Master stared down at me, pleased with his new boy. I knew right then and there my greatest desire had been granted to me and I was now nothing more than Master’s perfect little submissive toy. I did only as he desired,  changed into his obedient, dumb muscle slave, forced to fuck, be fucked, work out and serve him in any way he pleased. He bent down and spoke in my ear, Your ass is mine now Boy. I stared at myself as I was about to start my next workout, I didn’t want master to be upset with me if i didn’t keep up his sexy look.

[cairoscene]

song meme

tagged by @megafaunatic hehe

shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people

we just disagree by dave mason, and here's where i explain that my 62 y/o father has started sending the family gc a song From His Youth every week to my endless delight and i make the whole house stop and listen. this one was one of the first he sent so now i cherish it

vienna by billy joel, a song for everyone's own personal favorite Tired Character

ocotillo by loma, the only song i know of that makes a fog horn slap so hard

me and julio down by the schoolyard by paul simon, a song from my childhood and to this day im not sure if my parents know it's about gay sex and at this point i'm too afraid to ask

the boxer by simon & garfunkel aka the sexier version of paul simon but nothing goes harder than "every glove that laid him down or cut him / til he cried out / in his anger and his shame / I AM LEAVING I AM LEAVING / but the fighter still remains" 🤌🤌🤌

california dreamin' by the mamas and the papas. probably bc of my dad i have been very old-man-yells-at-cloud about how Music Used To Be Good and listening to a lot of oldies for my soul

new ceremony by dry the river on their best album SHALLOW BED which i cannot for sure say is what it's about but for me it is about not being able to communicate your feelings in any other way than by bible allegories

butchered tongue by hozier which is i think a close second to my favorite from unreal unearth but this song just opens a crack inside me every time i hear it and emotion leaks and leaks and leaks

terrible love by the national and idk why this is on here except maybe i listened to it so many times in college while staring at the ceiling that it time traveled onto my on repeat playlist

glider by japanese breakfast, a video game song that is so so important to me and was important even before i got to play the game. something about the chimes just scratches my brain

tagging @vinelark @feyburner @tigerjpg @englishsub @uhuraisgay @eggmacguffin @witchiestwitch @yuebings @houtaroo and anyone else who wants to do it!!!!

[ma-lark-ey]

The Extraordinaries As Shit I Heard People Say In High School.

Nick: Are you suggesting we euthanize people? Owen: I'm not not suggesting that.

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Nick: Can I name his dad John Locke? Is that from anything? Seth: Please tell me you're kidding.

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Seth: I'm just passionate about things. Including hating Owen.

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Gibby: By Walking Dead Logic, the sexier you are the more likely you are to live. We just have to bimbo-ify Seth and he'll live!

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Gibby: No! See, see Nick can twerk! Not that white-boy moving your back non-sense. That man can shake. his ass. correctly!

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Jazz: Okay. Who has the booty and who has the looty? Gibby: You're richer than me, so technically you have the looty.

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Seth: You give off scoliosis vibes. Owen: What the hell does that even mean. Seth: Figure it out.

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Owen: What's your favorite candy, Gray? Seth: Circus peanuts. Owen: You seem like a circus peanuts kind of guy. Seth: Is that supposed to be an insult? Owen: obviously. Only psychopaths and supervillains eat circus peanuts.

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Nick: Just because he was gay and did crimes does NOT mean he WANTED to do crimes!

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Owen: Hot take; we could purge the Bill of Rights.

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Nick: Your heterosexuality is currently dormant. Seth: Wow thanks captain obvious, it's almost like I'm actively kissing a man.

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Nick: It's just logic! Neurodivergents are more likely to be kinky! Otherwise, they'd get bored.

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Seth: You can't talk about Owen Burke--- I'm trying to have a good night.

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Nick: Smash. Smash. Sma--- Jazz: Hard smash. Gibby: What are you doing? Nick: Playing Smash Or Pass with the WWII propaganda. Seth: ... Don't do that.

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Seth: Have you ever like, thought of just pretending to be a good person? Owen: Is that not what I'm currently doing?

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Seth: There are two wolves inside of me. Twink and Medieval Viking. And sadly, the Viking is always winning.

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Jazz: By the way, Burke is in our fifth period. Seth: *catholic crosses himself* that's fine.

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Owen: Did you hiss at people as a child? Nick: Bold of you to assume I don't still hiss at people.

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Seth: why do you hate to see me winning? Owen: It's not that I hate to see you winning. It's that I love to see you slightly below winning for brief periods of time.

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Seth: Instead of being made with love it was made with the tears of a depressed seventeen-year-old.

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Nick: Billie Eilish is American? Gibby: Wait, for real? I thought she was British.

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Gibby: Lizzo or gay rights. One has to go. Nick: sorry gay people. The answer is always Lizzo. Seth: Nick, you're literally gay. Jazz: See! This is what I'm talking about! we live in Joe Biden's America, and in Joe Biden's America you cannot proudly proclaim your love for Lizzo! You must support his liberal homosexual agenda. Gibby: Being a lesbian has only brought misery. Being a Lizbean has made me feel alive.

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Nick: It's like--- y'all are on board games and I took a left turn to Wii sports.

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Nick: Why am I not depressed this year? Seth: You got medicated. Nick: Oh yeah...

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Jazz: As demonstrated with Seth and Nick--- the solution to homophobia is gay chicken.

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Gibby: It's kind of like lesbian sex. Nick: You're telling me this as if I've seen lesbian sex.

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Nick: I played Genshin Impact for four hours yesterday. Gibby: Is this your mental health awareness statement?

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Nick: Oooooh ~ lubricants ~ Seth: Those are for a car. Nick: And ALSO--- Seth: For a car.

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Jazz: I mean, who would date Owen? It's like, you have no standards. Nick: Well, I have standards. They're just not very high

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Owen: how're we doing, gays and gals? Seth: I'm having an allergic reaction to being in your presence.

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Seth: I'll eat a breadstick Nick took a bite of. I'm not eating breadstick Nick deepthroated. Jazz: to be fair, I didn't expect him to actually do it. Nick: I am nothing if not committed to a bit, Jasmine

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Nick: Hear me out--- we make a Grindr account. Gibby: No good plan starts with 'we make a Grindr account; Nick: fine then! Step one. We fill his house with sulfur monoxide--- Seth: Absolutely not.

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Seth: A good 40% of the time I think you're flirting with me, you're talking about Shadow Star.

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Seth: You know, being caressed by tiny hands is not the weirdest thing Nicky's done to me. Jazz: I'm taking away the tiny hands.

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Nick: I could make so many sex jokes. Gibby: Nicky, this play is about racism.

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Gibby: There's this crunchy Christian vibe in Nova city. Nick: Crackheads, cops, and Christians are what makes Nova city Nova city.

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(during a board game) Nick: What do you mean we can nuke Mars and not face any ecological repercussions? that's definitively not hot nukes work! Gibby: Well, I'll trade you some slavery for sheep? Seth: Can we please do something ethical.

[i-know-like-four-things]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Destiel, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester/Original Male Character(s), Dean Winchester/Other(s) Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Meg Masters, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Modern AU, Sex Worker, Sex Worker Dean Winchester, Prostitute Dean Winchester, Anal Sex, Angst, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester Summary: 
Dean is happy with his life as a hooker. He loves feeling the night air on his face every night, and he is good at his job. One day he meets Castiel, the handsomest man he’s ever seen with the ugliest car in the world, and everything changes.
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Hey y’all! I’m finally posting the fic I was talking about! Im really excited for this, so please let me know what you think!


Dean felt alive tonight. It was a beautiful fall night in Kansas City, Kasas. The breeze was present enough that Dean didn’t feel like he was drowning in his own sweat, but it wasn’t enough to make him cold. Dean was wearing his favorite pair of shorts, – the jean ones that were obscenely short and tight – this little black tight mesh top, and these little black heeled boots. He felt hot, and like he could take the whole world by storm.


Dean was leaning against the building talking to his girls.There were plenty of people working the street, but Dean, Hannah, Jo, and Charlie all stuck together. Dean and Charlie mostly worked regulars, – Charlie the chicks and Dean the gay dudes– while Hannah and Jo picked up most of the stragglers. That wasn’t to say that Dean didn’t leave with a stranger from time to time; he was the only male hooker this side of town.


Dean was chatting with Charlie, trying to look sexy leaning against a building and laughing hysterically at something she had said, and failing miserably, when the ugliest car Dean had ever seen pulled up. Jo sauntered up to the golden continental, exaggerating the swish of her hips, and leaned in the passenger window, wiggling her booty a little bit. Dean could tell the moment Jo got rejected because she dropped the sexy dance and adopted some more practical behaviors, like bending at the knees instead of the waist. She tapped the side of the car and walked back to the group.
“You’re up, Dean-o,” she announced. Dean pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning on and walked over to the car, throwing a wink over his shoulder at his friends.


When Dean walked up to the ugly-ass car, he took up Jo’s original position, resting his forearms on the open window. He looked in and was stunned.
The man sitting in the driver’s seat was absolutely breath-taking. He had this thick, dark hair that was sticking up every which way, and Dean couldn’t wait to get his fingers in it. Even sitting hunched over like the man was, Dean could tell the man was built like a ton of bricks. He had these big, elegant hands that were shakily rubbing up and down his thick thighs. His bright blue eyes kept flicking between Dean and the road in front of him, and he kept liking his plump, chapped lips.


Dean looked a little longer that he normally would have before he spoke. When he finally found the air to form words, he said, “Hey handsome. Looking for some company?” It was a cheesy line and he knew it, but Dean didn’t really care.
The man looked up at him hesitantly, meeting his eyes for a second before nodding. Dean opened the passenger side door and slid in. He buckled up and was busying himself with straightening his clothes, and he heard the man put the car in drive.


“So,” Dean began as the man started driving off, “where to?”


The man cleared his throat and said “My place,” and Dean just about died. Fuck, that man had a voice that was like wiskey and gravel and honey. If this guy got any sexier Dean’s soul might just leave his body and ascend to heaven without preamble.


“Okay,” Dean most definitely did not squeak out, “my name’s Dean, by the way.” 


“Castiel,” the man growls by way of response.


“Castiel, that’s a cool name. Mind if I call you Cas?” Dean asks.


The man nodded and said nothing else. Dean suddenly feels awkward, and starts fidgeting with his hands. Dean never gets that way. If someone gives him a bad vibe then he can talk his way out of it, usually, and he can usually make conversation with everyone else, but this was different. Something about Cas was throwing Dean off his game; he felt like a teenager going on a date. And that was dumb because one, Dean was a professional, and two, he didn’t even know the guy or have any personal connection to him, so pre-date jitters shouldn’t be an issue. And yet, Dean’s mouth was as dry as the Sahara and his hands were sweating like crazy.


The two men sat in silence for the rest of the short drive. Cas pulled into a middle-class neighborhood, and pulled his ugly car into the garage of a much prettier house. Cas shut off the car and closed the garage door before he got out, and Dean took that as his cue to do the same.


Cas walked into the house, Dean on his heels, and they made their way to the kitchen. The house was a lot nicer on the inside than the outside. Every surface held expensive knick knacks and the walls were lined with framed artifacts. Some of the frames help pictures, and some held awards, while a couple had diplomas. There was not a speck of dust in sight, and Dean was very impressed. 


“Would you like something to drink?” Cas asked.


“Sure, man,” Dean responded, wringing his hands. He still felt weirdly on-edge with this man.


“So no offence, man,” Dean began, “but you’re a good-looking guy, and I imagine you don’t have any problem scoring. So why do you need me?” Cas handed him a glass of water.


“Frankly, I don’t think that’s any of your business.” Dean raised his hands in an “I surrender” gesture and drank his water. When they were done, Cas walked off and Dean followed. They walked to what Dean assumed was the master bedroom. Cas stood off to one side and waited expectantly.


“Okay, so I charge $150 an hour, anything fancy or not vanilla needs to be discussed beforehand, and we use Pretty Woman rules; no kissing on the lips. Sound good?” 

Cas nodded at Dean’s terms, and went to get his wallet. He pulled out $150 in cash and handed it to Dean. 
“I assume you want me to bottom?” Dean asked. Again, Cas nodded his head. Cas then started using his nimble fingers to unbutton his shirt.
Dean put the cash in the back pocket of his shorts for the time being, and pulled off his top. He was working on the button of his shorts when he caught a glimpse of Cas. His shirt was discarded and he was working on his belt, but his chest is what Dean focused on. The man had well-sculpted pacts and a firm middle. He didn’t look like one of those ‘roided up, dehydrated male models, but he looked like he was carved from marble. His shoulders were thick and well-defined, and they drew Dean’s attention to the man’s perfectly sculpted neck.


And now Dean was really confused. He was just starting to think that maybe Cas’ equipment was lacking, and that was why he needed to buy his pleasure, but then Cas pulled down his pants. He still had his boxer briefs on, but Dean could tell the man was hung.
Dean shook himself out of his trance and continued to undress. He pulled off his boots, then his shorts, and lastly the little g-string he wore. Dean walked over to his shorts and grabbed a condom and a little packet of lube that he always kept in his back pocket.


Dean was always prepared before the night began. He didn’t like to think of himself as a pessimist, but many of the guys he serviced were rough and inconsiderate, and he didn’t want to take chances.


So Dean laid down on the bed and pulled out his plug that had a big plastic jewel at the end of it. He set the plug next to him on the bed, and he lubed his fingers up just a bit. He was pretty stretched out, but he made sure he could comfortably fit four fingers inside himself, just in case. When he was done, he propped himself up on his elbows and saw Cas looking at him. The man’s eyes were dark, and he had a feral edge to his gaze. If Dean wasn’t turned on by Cas’ physique, that look would have had him rock hard. 
Dean didn’t like intimacy in these situations – he just wanted to get a good fuck and move on with his life – so he turned over onto his hands and knees, facing away from Cas. Cas also seemed like he wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries, because he grabbed Dean’s hips without preamble and lined his cock up with Dean’s entrance. Cas pushed in slowly but firmly, and stilled when he bottomed out. 

Even though Dean was used to this, he still always took a moment at this point to catch his breath. It was easier when he was turned on, but he still always tried to center himself.
Without warning, Cas started to slam in and out of Dean at a blinding pace. His hips slapped against Dean’s ass with every thrust, and for all of Dean’s efforts, he couldn’t breathe. Cas changed his angle slightly and he hit Dean’s prostate so hard that Dean cried out. Dean just sat there, panting and shaking after every one of Cas’ thrusts, only to be blown out of the water again and again.


Cas reached up and grabbed Dean by the neck and shoved his face into the bed. Dean’s breaths were stifled with the bedspread, and between that, the pressure on the back of his neck and the brutal pounding he was taking, Dean was just about in subspace. Dean almost never went there, partially through sheer will, but this was just too good.


As impossible as it seemed, Cas kept fucking harder and faster. Dean was limp at this point, just letting Cas do what he wants. He was so close; he could feel heat curling in his gut, and his toes following suit.
“Cas,” he choked out, barely audible over Cas’ grunting, “I’m close.”
In response, Cas picked up the pace yet again. With one adjustment of his hips, he nailed Dean’s prostate and Dean was flying over the edge. He moaned wantonly, spilling onto the comforter underneath him. As soon as the sensation passed, Dean collapsed under Cas’ weight. Cas just let him lay there, panting, and continued to chase his release. 
After several minutes of Dean feeling blissfully full and overstimulated, Cas’ hips lost their rhythm. He jerked, grinded, and then he stilled. Cas fell on top of Dean. The two men laid there, catching their breaths and coming down from their respective highs.


Eventually, Cas got off Dean. Dean heard him walk around, take the condom off, and throw it away. Dean laid there for just a moment longer, before he lifted himself off of the wet spot he had created.


“Bathroom?” he asked horsley. Cas pointed to an adjoining room. Dean went in there and washed himself off. His head still felt foggy, and he was trying to make all his faculties work again, but he couldn’t seem to pull himself together. It wasn’t that he was complaining; he felt fucking great, it was just different than what he was used to.


When Dean was done, he walked back to the bedroom to get dressed. He found Cas had removed the comforter, and was now laying underneath the sheets. Dean dressed quickly, and pulled some small bills out of his boot, where he kept them. Cas looked about as dead as Dean felt, and Dean didn’t see him moving any time soon.


When Dean was finally dressed and ready to go, he turned to Cas. “You’re a pretty good lay,” he said, “let’s do this again sometime.” With that, Dean threw a wink over his shoulder and sauntered out of the room, scheduling an uber on his way out.

[rawiswhore]

Some of Raven’s Flock x Fem Reader- “Raven’s Flock”

Back in 1997/1998, when Raven was sitting in the front row by the audience, I would've been trying to touch him, amongst other things, though security would probably have to take me away.

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Professional wrestling is taking an edgier turn and direction by the late 1990's.

The World Wrestling Federation, which was once like a live action Saturday morning cartoon with no cursing, blood, or sexual content, is becoming increasingly more violent, vulgar, bloody and adult-like by the end of the 1990's.

And even WCW, which had a no blood policy during the 1980's and 1990's, is getting a little bit edgier by the late 90's, but not enough.

Even during the late 90's, WCW was tame in comparison to the WWF's Attitude era.

One of the things that helped make WCW slightly edgier by the late 90's was Raven's Flock, a wrestling group whose leader was a former alumni in ECW, a wrestling company in the 1990's notorious for being very violent and even downright shocking.

Someone from ECW, a wrestling company known for being very violent, bloody, sexualized and downright shocking now joining WCW, a usually family friendly wrestling company with a no blood policy?

Wow.

Then again, before he was in ECW, Raven was in WCW playing a Pauly Shore lookalike named Scotty Flamingo dressed in all pink, that's not very ECW-like, is it?

Raven's Flock was like a spinoff of Raven's Nest over in ECW, and even a former member of Raven's Nest was in Raven's Flock in WCW.

While many of the men in Raven's Flock were very ugly, some of the men in Raven's Flock were pretty hot.

At the end of 1997 was when Raven was growing his faction, Scotty Riggs joined the group, despite injuring his eye during a match with Raven, and Scotty was hot AF in 1997.

Raven's sexy too, and you're glad that Scotty has joined the Flock, and even Van Hammer is kinda hot when he wore makeup and that fishnet tank top that showed off his nipple ring.

Stevie Richards would be hot if he shaved that facial hair, however, near the end of 1997, he went back to ECW.

Billy Kidman wasn't hot yet until his hair grew longer and wasn't hanging over his face, as well as wore those white tank tops.

However, you're unsure if you should have a gangbang with these men right now, and you've talked it over with them.

Van Hammer you're unsure whether or not to do it with him.

To be honest, Van Hammer is a little bit ugly, and he was especially ugly when he grew that facial hair in Raven's flock.

As Raven's Flock grew, Scotty started losing his looks when his hair began hanging over his face and started growing facial hair, and another member they added named Lodi wasn't that hot yet.

By the end of 1998, Raven's Flock would sadly disband.

However, in 1999, Raven was still sexy, Billy Kidman was sexier than ever, Scotty didn't have his hair hiding his face and shaved his facial hair, and Lodi was pretty sexy, even though he had those unsexy sideburns.

Yet, Raven's Flock was no more by 1999, unfortunately.

Despite that, you've decided to have a little gangbang with the hottest men from Raven's Flock for old time's sake.

You've invited them to a motel room, where they undressed you until you were stark naked.

You were sitting on Lodi's lap, your back pressing on his torso, and rode up and down his cock, his erection pumping inside your asshole.

You let Lodi fuck you in your ass since he's the least attractive out of these 4 men, and it is kinda fitting he's fucking your ass considering he played a gay man in WCW in '99.

Scotty is standing in front of you, pushing and thrusting his cock in and out of your twat, your legs spread wide open so Scotty can fuck you right in the pussy.

Scotty let his hair hang down, not tied back in a ponytail sometimes the way he looked in '99, he didn't have that much facial hair and his hair was mostly dry.

You wanted Riggs to look the way he did in 1997, that was the sexiest he's ever looked.

Scotty is probably the hottest out of all of these men you're doing it with, that's why you chose for him to fuck your twat.

Raven and Billy, meanwhile, were standing on their knees next to you, Raven on your left side and Billy on your right side, both of their erections pointing and sticking out in your face.

Your fingers were wrapped around their shafts, pumping and masturbating their dicks as you rode Lodi's dick and Scotty fucked your cunt.

You leaned your face towards Raven's genitals, wrapping your fingers around the bottom of his dick and pulled his erection into your mouth, where you started sucking his cock.

Your mouth went up and down his shaft while you sucked it, and you could taste the precum spilling out of his slit.

Raven has such a thick, big, juicy cock that's filling up your mouth.

Your eyes shut just in case you get any precum in your eyes, that stuff stings and hurts like hell.

When you were getting fucked by two men at the same time, you were moaning with Raven's dick in your mouth, your breath heating up his shaft.

Raven was turned on by this as well, slightly leaning his head back over how good it feels.

Raven, Scotty and Billy tried looking at you while you jacked off one of their cocks and sucked on the other, trying not to lean their heads back over how the pleasure their dicks are getting.

Some of Billy's precum was trickling down his shaft, making it slipperier and easier for you to pump.

As you were getting fucked by Scotty, you're imagining the man fucking your twat is Scotty in 1997, that's easily the hottest he's ever looked, bar none.

Having sex in the locker room or sauna would've made this gangbang slightly even better, it would've made you feel like you're in a porn movie, feel like you really are getting fucked by some of Raven's Flock and you get to have people watching you have sex, but in WCW, there's a rule that people's wives and girlfriends aren't allowed in the locker rooms.

Bah.

You really hope the neighbors won't hear you having sex, but you're moaning while you having a dick in your mouth, making your moans muffled and quiet.

When you're riding on Lodi's dick, the bed is bouncing up and down and squeaking.

Thankfully, you don't have to worry about the bed rocking back and forth and nudging into the wall so much, a hole will form, because the bed is attached to the floor.

Blood is filling your clitoris up, and sometimes you're arching your head back and rolling your eyes in the back of your head.

Scotty put his hands on your tits, squeezing and fondling them, his fingers tweaked your nipples a few times as well.

Your throat swallows any precum leaking out of Raven's slit, and your lips as they go up his shaft can feel the little bump of his penis head.

Raven is actually Jewish and Jewish males have circumcisions when they're babies.

Some of Billy's precum actually is getting on your face, you can feel it touching your skin.

Your hand pulled Raven's dick out of your mouth, which surprised him, but then you pulled Billy's cock into your mouth, where you proceeded to suck his dick, swallowing any precum dripping down his shaft and out of his slit.

Your fingers wrapped at the bottom of Raven's shaft pointed the tip of his dick at your face, where you began pumping up and down, masturbating him.

You wouldn't mind having his precum on your face as well.

Your fingers can feel your saliva all over Raven's shaft when you masturbate him.

You're moaning while having Billy's dick in your mouth, your moans are buzzing and vibrating around his shaft, which makes his cock feel funny.

Scotty has been playing with your tits for far too long, so now his hands slid down your skin to your hips.

Raven and Billy now have the chance to play with your breasts this time, and both of them cupped one of their hands on both of your tits, covering and shielding your breasts, giving your tits a few squeezes.

Their hands fondled and stroked your tits, you can feel their palms nudging and brushing your areolas and nipples.

Man, what if you came, but it was because of Lodi playing with your tits?

Meh.

Raven and Billy saw Scotty tweak your nipples, so they both decided to tweak your nipples as well, running the tips of their index fingers around in circles on your areolas.

They're taking you higher and higher by fucking you, and you're not faking your orgasm.

Your heart rate is increasing by riding on Lodi's cock, and Scotty's heart is pumping faster thanks to the thrusts and shoves.

Your fingers wrapped around Raven's shaft rotated and turned around his erection, something you didn't do with Billy (though you should've done it and maybe you will).

Raven's lips bit each other, his top lip pressing down his bottom lip, over you pumping his cock.

Some of Raven's precum even is getting on your face, dripping down one of your cheeks, and you can feel his precum drip down your knuckles and down his shaft.

Your moans are muffled out from Billy's dick in your mouth, your moans high pitched and whiny, that you hope the neighbors won't hear.

Raven, Billy and Scotty would love to see your tits bouncing up and down while you're riding on Lodi, maybe they even will.

You felt like you were gonna cum any minute now, and you eventually climaxed and reached the top, crying out when you had came.

Your twat had creamed while Scotty's cock was still fucking you and inside of you, your clitoris pounded and beat when you came.

Your pussy's even wetter now than before, but it isn't over until all of these men cum.

Really, it would be better if you held their dicks in front of your face and slid your lips across their shafts, and that's what you're gonna do.

You pulled Billy's cock out of your mouth and pointed their penis tips in front of one another, although not enough for them to nudge and touch each other.

Your neck stretched out to Billy's shaft and placed his erection in between your lips, but not putting his dick inside your mouth.

Your lips slid horizontally all the way down his shaft until they reached his penis head, only for your mouth to shift over to Raven's cock, placing his cock in between your lips, only to horizontally slide down Raven's shaft.

Your lips could taste the precum that spilled down their shafts as well as their skin.

When you reached the bottom of Raven's dick, your tongue pressed on his shaft, where you licked up his shaft as your head elevated up to his penis.

Raven and Billy are looking at what you're doing to their cocks, and they absolutely love it.

Speaking of those two, they've been playing with your tits for far too long, now it's Lodi's turn.

Their hands moved away from your tits and slid down the outline of your hips.

One of Raven's hands tapped Lodi on the shoulder, to which Lodi turned his head and looked at Raven.

"Her tits are yours now" Raven said, his index finger pointing at your chest.

Lodi's eyes caught your tits, no hands covering your breasts.

Scotty, Raven and Billy all had turns to play with your tits, now it's Lodi's turn.

Lodi's eyes lit up seeing your breasts, and he's been anticipating playing with your breasts.

He placed his hands on your breasts, squeezing and fondling them.

Even though him playing with your tits is fun and all, do you want the least sexiest of all of these men to be the last one to play with your breasts?

No.

Meanwhile, you continued to horizontally lick your tongue across Raven and Billy's shafts, licking back and forth their cocks like an envelope.

Sometimes, your tongue rolled around one of their shafts, tasting the precum that spilled down their erections.

Their cocks are so juicy, sometimes you want to express how delicious their dicks taste.

And you did express yourself, moaning "mmmmmmm", "mmmmmmm", "mmmmmmmm" when you licked their shafts.

"Do I taste good?" Raven asked, looking at you and hearing the noises you were making.

You nodded your head.

Even Billy and Raven couldn't help but lean their heads back over how good it feels from you licking their dicks.

You've been having sex quite a long time with these men, and the first man to surprisingly cum inside you was none other than Lodi.

He groaned when he came, his eyes tightening and he squeezed your tits when he jizzed in your ass hole.

Feeling him grab your tits and groan like that, yeah, he came inside you.

He didn't even get a chance to tweak your nipples.

But he can now, and he had seen that Scotty, Billy and Raven were tweaking your nipples, so he should do it as well.

He placed your nipples in between the pads of his index fingers and thumbs and began tweaking and turning your nipples.

You're a little bit worried that when he pulls his dick out of your ass, you'll have cum leaking out of your ass hole and that jizz will get on the bed.

Despite not spending a lot of time playing with your nipples, he then put his hands on your hips and pulled you off of his lap, until his dick was no longer in your ass, and plopped you on top of the bed.

His jizz was indeed leaking out of your ass hole and getting on the silky comforter, but you can clean it up.

Hopefully you won't have any feces slipping out of your ass after it's been fucked.

You shut your eyes tightly just in case you might end up getting cum in your eyes, and since that might happen, you then directed Raven's cock to point at your mouth, opening your mouth wide open so his cum will get into your mouth.

You actually pulled Raven's dick into your mouth to have a better chance of getting his cum in your mouth, though hopefully you won't choke on his cum.

You can't decide who you want to cum on your face or in your mouth, or both: Raven or Billy, or even both of them.

Speaking of cum, Scotty's been pumping his dick in and out of your twat for a long time, and he's gotta release some tension.

He leaned his head back and he groaned, shutting his eyes tightly, as he jizzed inside your pussy, implanting you with his seed.

Someone came again, as they say!

After he had came and took some time to jizz inside your twat, he pulled his dick out of your pussy, where his cum leaked out of your pussy hole and onto the silky comforter.

His cum was dripping out of the slit of his penishead and onto the carpet, pulling a tissue out of a box on top of the table near the bed you were having sex on.

He squatted down on the ground and cleaned the cum off of the carpet with that tissue.

Eventually, pretty soon, Raven jizzed inside your mouth, groaning when he came, leaning his head back and shutting his eyes.

You wish you could get his cum on your face, but maybe next time.

Although, you don't want cum to get in your eyes, that hurts.

You swallowed his jizz, and Billy was the last one to cum, where he gave you the money shot, jizzing on your face.

You shut your eyes tightly to make sure you don't get cum in your eyes.

After this orgy was done and you, Scotty and Lodi were out of breath, you gave Scotty a blowjob, cleaning his cock off and swallowing his cum, and then gave Raven and Billy some blowjobs and cleaned their dicks off, swallowing their cum and precum.

You didn't suck on Lodi's dick, try to guess why...

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One night, I was fantasizing of my female pro wrestling OC I created admitting she'd love to be gangbanged by some of Raven's Flock on Howard Stern's radio show.

And I have no idea what I was thinking.

Granted, some of the men in Raven's Flock were definitely sexy, but others, not so much.

However, I imagined my pro wrestling original character I created saying that she'd only bang the hot ones in Raven's Flock, not the ugly ones.

[wolferals]

😅prendiendo fuego**😅

arón piper preference

*sexual content*

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-„hey babe." you heard Aróns voice coming from the hallway

-followed by keys being thrown onto the kitchen counter

-today was the day the music video to „prendiendo fuego" came out

-of course you were one of the first to watch the result

-and it lowkey hurt watching some random girls touching on your boyfriend of almost 1 year

-„where are you?" arón asked and you heard him approaching the bedroom you were currently in

-to distract yourself from thinking about the video too much you had taken a bath and then started reading your favorite book for the millionth time

-„oh there you are. Hola bebe."

-Arón placed a kiss on top of your head before taking off his shoes and jacket

-„how was your day?" he asked softly

-„it was alright, pretty boring."

-he lied down next to you and put his arm around you

-„(the name of your favorite book)? You only read that when you're sad, what happened?"

-you shrugged your shoulders

-suddenly you felt that jealousy crawling up inside of you again

-„babe?" he asked concerned and placed a soft kiss on your cheek

-„usually when you're upset you tell me right away unless i  did something."

-you closed your book and lied your head onto the pillow

-„wow the last time you ignored me like that was when you had seen the sex scene in elite and i didnt tell you about filming it at all."

-you took a deep breath and then turned around to him

-he smiled when your eyes met his for the first time today

-„so whats up?" he asked

-„i dont know. When i was watching the music video before it was different."

-„what do you mean?" you could see him trying to hide a smile

-„i mean when you kiss omar it's different because he's gay and all but with girls its just... i dont know."

-arón leaned back and let out a little laugh

-„what the fuck are you laughing about?" you asked but had to try not to laugh either

-„sorry. Are you jealous or something?" he asked then

-it took you a second to fully process the question and to find a proper answer

-„no." you spoke and got up from the bed because you couldn't believe yourself

-arón would never cheat on you or something

-and obviously you knew it was just a job he had to do

-you made your way to the kitchen to drink some water for your blushing cheeks

-„baby come on." you then heard your boyfriends voice right behind you

-„you know how it goes. I have to do it and it doesnt mean shit to me."

-he stopped closely in front of you and put his hands on your hips

-„i know... its just, seeing these girls all over you. They were so much prettier and sexier than me."

-arón furiously shook his head and then said:"thats first of all bullshit. You're gorgeous and you shouldve known that by now. And second if i thought that, i wouldnt be dating you right? Its 1 year in 3 weeks y/n."

-you just looked at him and swallowed hard

-„do you believe me?"

-again you shrugged your shoulders

-„oh babe."

-„let me show you how sexy you are."

-without further warning he grabbed your legs and lifted you onto the kitchen counter

-his lips immediately met yours in the process

-you moaned into the kiss by his sudden movements

-„you're. the. only. one." he said inbetween kisses

-with his right hand he grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head just to throw it somewhere

-„fucking beautiful." he moaned before making his way down your collar bones and kissing down your stomach

-once he had reached your waistline he grabbed your shorts and pulled them down your legs rather harshly

-„so hot." he whispered and pulled down your panties as well

-you on the other hand were losing your shit

-you had never done it anywhere but your guys' bed

-and arón was usually pretty subtle when its about sex

-obviously you were aware that he had a lot more experience and that he probably wanted more than vanilla/soft sex

-but he had never done that to you like that

-you fucking loved it

-„are you okay with this?" he suddenly asked

-it was adorable that he still asked you thought

-you nodded slowly before he came up again and grabbed your naked body by the waist

-you wrapped your legs around his torso when he walked to the bathroom with you in his arms

-„what do you..?" you asked but he shushed you and let you down onto the cold bathroom floor

-„do you trust me babe?"

-you nodded again

-arón then took off his boxers rapidly and walked towards you

-just to grab you again and sit you down onto the sink

-„arón" you spoke in confusion

-„shh. You said you trusted me."

-before you could react, his mouth was all over you again

-he started kissing your neck first but then made his way to your boobs to suck on your nipples

-that made you moan loudly and you could feel him grinning against your skin

-„fuck." you cursed and let your head fall back onto the mirror

-arón then suddenly grabbed your legs and opened them even farther just to go down on his knees afterwards

-„baby." you spoke and looked down at him

-you could see the lust in his eyes

-he didnt respond, he just held onto your thighs before placing some kisses on your clit

-it felt so good your started moaning again

-but he hadnt even started yet

-without a warning he started sucking your clit hard while pushing two fingers inside of you

-„fuckkkk!" you screamed out and fully enjoyed what he was doing to your body

-arón kept going faster and faster until you were so close your body started shaking

-„no!" you screamed then because he had just stopped

-„no baby no please." you begged but he just stood up again and grinned at you

-„not yet babygirl." he kissed you

-you could taste yourself in his kiss what turned you on even more

-then suddenly aron grabbed your waist again and flipped you over so that now your belly was laying on the border of the sink and you looked up to see your own reflection in the mirror

-„i promised you id show you how sexy you are."

-you looked down but aron grabbed you by the hair to make you look at yourself again

-„i want you to look at yourself as i'm fucking you. See how pretty you look on my cock."

-he turned you on so much you could feel how wet you got just by him saying that

-„alright baby? Look at yourself."

-you nodded at him and then placed your right hand onto the mirror for support

-arón didnt waste any time and slipped his hard cock inside of your wet pussy

-he groaned loudly at the feeling

-„fuck you feel so fucking good bonita."

-he grabbed your hips and started slamming into you he had never done before

-you finally knew how he wanted it and that turned you on so goddamn much

-„babe fuck." he moaned and you could see how he threw his head back through the mirror

-„god you look so pretty." he then said when you started moaning louder because of his hard thrusts

-and now you looked into your own eyes for the first time after just observing him fucking you in the mirror

-you could see how horny you were

-your hair was still a little wet from your bath earlier and your boobs were moving from his harsh movements

-„so sexy." he groaned and fucked you even faster

-„yes yes yes." was the only thing you were able to say

-„ya you like that? You like getting fucked like that and watching yourself?" he spoke in a dominant tone

-„yes!" you screamed and held onto the mirror with both hands

-„baby fuck im gonna cum, you look so fucking hot right now."

-arón came closer and his thrusts got faster

-„harder papi!" was the last thing you moaned before you could feel his hot cum inside of you

-he moaned loudly and rode out his orgasm by thrusting a couple more times

-feeling his cum inside of you and seeing his face in the mirror threw you over the edge as well and you screamed out

-„thats it baby. Cum for me." he encouraged you and grabbed your waist to stand straight again while your orgasm was still hitting you

-it was hard to stand but aron held you and kissed your neck while you were trying to breath normally

-„fuck that was good." you whispered

-aron softly stroked your belly and laid his chin on your shoulder

-„see, i told you you were sexy."

[secret-rendezvous1d]

okay but all these behind the scenes pictures make me think of harry standing in the missus’ and his living room in only his white briefs getting measured by various high fashion designers. and the missus is having a really hard time, stairing at her freshly married husband all hot and nakey in the middle of their house with his broad shoulders and toned back and those f*cking white briefs…. °_° and she literally wants to jump him the second they leave. xx

Tour season wasn’t her favourite.

Because it meant her husband’s attention would be split; 99% work and 1% her and their marriage and days where it was just them. She’d be waking up alone and falling asleep before he got home from wherever his day had taken him (the studio, meetings at Jeffrey’s London home, management gatherings, etc), she’d see him for a couple of hours at lunchtimes or an hour for dinner before they went their separate ways, and their sex-life would hit a drought because there was no time to squeeze in any morning intimacy or late-night loving. And she always found her hand dipping into her bedside table, more often than ever before, when tour season came around.

Of course, deep down, she didn’t mind. Because there was nothing sexier than a man driven to work hard, determined to be the best and motivated to do something great. There was nothing sexier than her man who was driven to work hard by the pure determination to put on the best tour and the motivation from it being all about him. No one else singing, no one else speaking, no one els prancing around on stage and taking the spotlight from him. A narcissist - that’s what he was.

The one thing she really enjoyed during tour season was the fittings for his outfits. She’d been there when Caroline was in charge of One Direction’s wardrobe, she’d been there when designer brands weren’t the in-thing and street-shop brands were all they would wear, and she’d been there to see just how different four wardrobes could be for one band; from band tees and flannels to tank tops and sweaters, from jeans and shorts to joggers and basketball shorts, from Timberland boots to suede boots to Vans trainers. Giving her input, putting outfits together, and trying to keep the boys as coordinating at she possibly could... which was hard when they wanted their own thing to shine.

There was something different about it this time around; he wanted custom-made suits to show off each and every night he performed. He wanted custom Yves Saint Laurent, custom Gucci, custom Calvin Klein, custom-made outfits that were a one of a kind.

She’s got Harry Lambert on one side of her, a man from Gucci on the other, and she’s watching a Calvin Klein tailor measure the stretch from the tips of Harry’s fingers on one hand to the tips of his fingers on the other. The coffee table stacked high with portfolios and fabric samples and scattered with pens and pencils and different sketches; a coffee table that she would usually be occupying on a Saturday morning, with magazines and SD cards and a notebook full to the brim of highlighted lists and notes for her to look back on.

“Harry insisted we bring everyone here. Said he could cater for everyone. It’s bothering you, innit?” Lambert asks, setting his mug of tea on the counter and looking down at her, “let me know. We’ll wrap up as quick as we can.”

“No, it’s okay. It makes a nice change from the house being so empty on a Saturday morning. He’s usually at the gym or having a run around Hampstead Heath so it feels nice to do something with the space we have here,” she smiles, eyes locked on her husband as he watches the tailor jot down notes about what the measurement was, from one arm to his other. His fingers pulling up the white briefs on his hips, discretely cupping himself as he adjusted what he was packing, cheeks flushing pink. “Although, I would be taking advantage of the coffee table and writing something new if it was so stacked high.”

“Do you want-”

“I’m kidding. I’ve got an office,” she informs him, bringing the mug of coffee to her lips as she took a hearty sip. Humming with content as the warm liquid soothed her insides, warmed her up, and kept her hands toasty and heated. “It’s nice to see Harry in his pants, too. Do you know how long it’s been? Jeff’s had him running ragged these last few weeks.”

Harry Lambert just snorts, rolling his head back as a string of laughs rolled off of his tongue, earning a few chuckles from the tailor stood the her other side, sipping from his own mug of whatever she had made for him - she had made more cups of coffee and teas than ever before so how could she remember specifics?

“You’re a lucky lady. I’m telling you, if you weren’t married to him and I didn’t have Antonio to go home to every night, and he was very much gay and my type, I’d have him as my own. I’d make him mine,” he whispers lowly, sending her a wink as she wraps her arm around his waist and cuddles up under his arm, “you’re living the dream of so many females, and males, out there.”

“I feel powerful,” she giggles. The tailor kneeling down in front of her husband as he stretched a tape measure up the inside of his thigh. “That’s the closest someone has gotten in ages. Do you know how badly I wish to be that forty-something year-old, right now? So badly.”

“You’ve really hit a drought, huh?”

“It’s more like a monsoon, Harry. It’s been horrible,” she huffs and blows her fringe from her face, closing her eyes as she listens to sounds that surround her; the slow chuckles coming from her husband, the slurping coming from the tailor beside her and the distant chatter of others who had congregated in the dining room and spoke over plates of a buffet breakfast. “I love you all but tour season is when you take him away from me and I hate you for that.”

“He said he hasn’t got anything major coming up,” Lambert smirks, and she can hear it, evidently, in his voice, “should just switch your phones off and catch up on the last - how many weeks?”

"Weeks? It’s been more like years,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes as she pulls away, “it’s been, what, 6 and a bit weeks? Meetings, getting his band together, meetings, meeting his band, meetings, going to LA, meetings,” she sighs and slumps her shoulders as she leans against the countertop, “there’s no me-time in there. And by me-time, I mean me.”

There’s silence that falls between the both of them as she looks before her, letting her eyes wander up and down her husband’s body, taking in every tattoo and every mark she could see from such a distance. The black ink bold against her vision as she traced the patterns and the drawings with her eyes before settling on the white material that clung to his hips. Standing out against his tan skin.

“You deserve time together. I’m sure he misses everything that you had before this season kicked in,” he explains, reaching behind him to pick up his mug, “I’m going to get a bite to eat now that he seems to be done with the CK tailor. Heard your bacon is one of the best to stick in a sandwich,” he looks over her shoulder as she spins on her heels, “I’ll see if I can get this wrapped up quick. I think I can see the animal inside of you that’s wanting to come out.” xx

[kirstyofjakku]

This article contains considerable spoilers for Star Wars: The Last Jedi. If you want to go into the film pure as the driven salt on the mining planet of Crait, you should wait until later to read this. Otherwise, join us for a closer look at the long-distance relationship scorching across the galaxy in Episode VIII.

There are a number of heart-stopping moments in The Last Jedi: Holdo’s last stand, the big Luke reveal, Chewie’s Porg-tastic snack. But having seen the film with a full audience three times, I can say no moment draws more audible gasps and applause than when Adam Driver’s Kylo Ren and Daisy Ridley’s Rey whirl around in brief slow-motion, stand back-to-back, and take on a room of their shared enemies together. It’s the sexiest moment in a franchise that already featured a young Han Solo answering a Leia’s earnest “I love you” with a smoldering “I know.”

Two years ago, the Star Wars fans of Tumblr eagerly latched on to the Force Awakens electricity between Kylo and Rey, launching the #Reylo hashtag and inspiring an older generation of fans to caution against rooting for romance between two the leads lest they be, you know, related. But I hate to break it to you: the Tumblr fans were right. With Rey’s non-Skywalker lineage confirmed, she and Kylo burn up the screen in the franchise’s most intense relationship we can’t help but root for—even though we know we shouldn’t.

It’s tempting, at first, to deny the existence of any sexual tones in The Last Jedi. This is, after all, a franchise for kids. But sex, love, and bad or off-limits romances have always been written into the D.N.A. of Star Wars—albeit a little less lustily. It was Leia’s beauty, after all, that drew her brother (!), Luke, into his quest and inspired Han to stay. It was Anakin’s love and possessive desire for Padmé that caused him to fall. And who could forget the cheap thrills of Leia’s metal bikini?

But for all the romantic picnics between Padmé and Anakin and passionate stolen kisses of Han and Leia, nothing in the Star Wars franchise has ever had quite the dangerous spark as the late-night Force Skype sessions between lonely, misunderstood misfits Rey and Kylo. “You’re not alone,” they urgently confess to each other as the movie pushes them closer. Nothing is sexier than a forbidden romance—and, like any overprotective father figure, Luke should have known that busting up their call would only drive Rey directly into Kylo’s arms. (Note the precise moment in the film where she switches from calling him Kylo to calling him “Ben.”) The fact that Kylo is unwittingly being used as some kind of sexy emo honeypot so Snoke can lure Rey into his clutches is beside the point. These kids think the connection they have is special because they are special.

There’s plenty of sexual innuendo in The Last Jedi before Rey leaves Ahch-To to seek out her darker half. Kylo’s gleaming bare chest aside, you can go ahead and consult your friendly neighborhood Freudian to analyze the imagery of swinging lightsabers, the rivulets of water on Kylo’s black leather-gloved fist, or the dark, seaweed-slick cavern Rey finds herself irresistibly drawn into as she tries to grapple with the powerful thing that was woken inside her.

But with the exception of shirtless Kylo, this sexuality is kept relegated to subtext, as is appropriate for a franchise that hopes to lure very young, Porg-loving children into theaters. (We‘re not going to count that sexless kiss between Finn and Rose—though maybe we should count whatever is happening between Holdo and Poe?) It’s a relief, in fact, that Rey’s costuming remains as practical as ever, with the only skin on display being a few inches of well-muscled shoulder and calves. It’s her power and strength that attracts Kylo to her.

The tension that is already ratcheted way up—thanks to a lush, close shot of Rey and Kylo’s bare, outstretched fingers—boils over during the fight in Snoke’s throne room. Move over, Christian Grey; this is the Red Room we’ve all been waiting for.

In addition to the massive crimson walls, Snoke’s chamber is kitted out with an elite guard in glossy, red, fetishistic armor. (They’re called Praetorians.) Rey and Kylo fight, swapping weapons and working together in perfect harmony, in the closest thing Star Wars has ever had to a sex scene. (The red imagery continues down on the mining planet of Crait, where the smooth, salty white surface occasionally erupts in geysers of scarlet earth.)

But just because Rey and Kylo have sexual tension, that doesn’t make this a good or a healthy romance. If she hadn’t shut him down so quickly and thoroughly when he begged for her to join him (“please”), we could have written several think pieces about what Twilight-esque bad messages The Last Jedi is sending young women. But when Kylo negs Rey, desperately telling her she’s nothing and nobody “but not to me,” our heroine doesn’t fall for it. (Hey, who hasn’t had a long-distance texting courtship, only to find the postcoital relationship a letdown? Someone should write a New Yorker story about it.)

Grabbing back her weapon with everything she has, Rey leaves Kylo—and only briefly, at the very end, looks back. Kylo spends the rest of the film acting like a sulking, spurned lover, shrieking for the First Order to shoot Rey out of the sky after she dares to reject him. By giving Rey agency at all times with Kylo, The Last Jedi escapes some of the problematic messaging from The Force Awakens, where Kylo physically restrains her in one scene and whispers commands. In The Last Jedi, Rey casually and immediately deflects Kylo’s attempts to dominate her (“you will bring Skywalker to me”). He takes the loss there on the chin and doesn’t try it with her again. In fact, when he sees Snoke attempting a similar domination of Rey, Kylo is driven to kill his master.

At this point in the franchise, to root for a Kylo and Rey romance means rooting for her to save Ben Solo. Hoping for the redemption of a fallen member of the Skywalker family is a very familiar feeling to Star Wars fans. But Rey has an entire damn galaxy to save, and can’t expend all her energy trying to coddle the feelings of one injured man-child with daddy issues. She tried; she failed. I don’t think she should compromise herself to try again. “I’m looking forward to your space kiss,” Carrie Fisher told Ridley in 2015. “You’re going to have to have one. Every girl does.” But I’m not sure a space kiss is in the cards for our Rey.

That said, the sexual energy Ridley and Driver bring to this dynamic makes their inevitable showdown in the final chapter the most potentially thrilling one this franchise has to offer. The father-son stuff between Luke and Anakin was good, but a will they, won’t they (they won’t) with lightsabers is even better. It’s certainly more compelling than anything else the franchise has to offer, romance-wise. Rey’s relationship with Finn is sweet, but largely spark-less. Ditto Finn’s burgeoning relationship with Rose, which culminates in perhaps the most tepid smooch in Star Wars history. As we all know, the most chemistry Finn has is with his war buddy, Poe Dameron—but Oscar Isaac’s Last Jedi line about “Finn? Naked? Leaking?” is probably the closest thing Disney will ever give us to a gay romance in this Star Wars trilogy.

In the meantime, if it’s kicks you’re looking for in this kid-friendly film, you’ll have to find them in innuendo-laced lightsaber fights—and the best bad romance Star Wars has ever had.

[specsndcity]

Look at them,

Now look at me

See the difference? Well, I do too. They are some fine examples of hot young sexy men. You know the kinds that give you a tingly feeling and weak knees and one wink they give you and boom! You are gone (Wait why is a 15-year-old girl writing my blog! Shoo Shoo!). Now me, Well the best one can say I am a jolly looking person who is beautiful on the inside and might be funny. Let’s face it, I don’t look like a full-course meal but more like someone who ate one. Let us not delve into fat shaming right now (That is whole another dam for me to burst.) For years now I was made to believe one way or other that fat or well any non-ripped guy is not sexy, and I certainly am not gonna believe that anymore. My fight is not against the women right now, who want the cute, funny, smart and sexy guy to be the one to take them home. I mean we are conditioned to have such desires throughout our life, we as men are also conditioned to lust over big bootied, beach waves tall women with a perfect hourglass figure. My fight is with men who have let this stigma grow. To the men who feel insecure in their own skin, to men who are constantly making others believe that they are not sexy. To the men who say that guys like me are going to die a fucking virgin and to all the men who are scared to compliment a guy just because it will sound gay, yes! This is a fight against you.

We men are not taught to better ourselves by acceptance but we are trained to despise ourselves. It is not just men but women too, who are told that they are never good enough and this rejection widens the chasm between unnatural desires and acceptance of true self. The fact is if we will hate ourselves at our worst then we will never love our best self. Disappointment in self is permissible for it leaves a room for improvement but he who hates himself will never wish to improve and thus abuse this beautiful vessel of the soul more and more. This vile society will never let you be just disappointed with your body, it will make you hate your body (luckily times are changing). Be bold; be confident in the fact that you are a fucking god! And you look as good as any ‘handsome’ dude, be it with clothes or without them!

Self Improvement is necessary and the first step to it is accepting the fact that one has flaws and then acknowledging the changes you need to make. So yeah, thanks for reminding me again of my man boobs and belly rolls but I have it noted (not sure if working on it though!). I very well know the dangers they push me in and I wish to work on them now, if not earlier. But you sir, are wrong when you say that I am not sexy. What you can say is that you just don’t find me sexy, because you are not some representative of homo sapiens. I am sexy, not maybe on a David Beckham or Shawn Mendes Level, but then sexy is sexy!

I own my sex appeal, sensuality and sexuality.  I have every right to feel comfortable in my skin. I have a right to let a man (or anyone) know when he looks hot or sexy and mean every word it absolutely well. Despite the prevalent tale that woman don’t stand together, women actually tell if their fellow sister looks good or not and support them in judging times like we have now. Men, it is in no way jeopardizing your own standing or sensuality when you compliment another man, you can check out and learn from fellow brothers who inspire you in one way or other. Who knows that one compliment you made is doing a major boost to the other guy, helping him win a battle he is fighting within.

It is not just a chiselled body or a 10-inch dick or bulging biceps what makes you sexy. It is the way you carry, treat, groom, take care and present yourself what makes you sexy. Yes, I believe I might have a disadvantage on the Mr Universe pageant or who loses their virginity first, but let me ask you, is losing your virginity any indicator of the fact that you are hot or have great sex appeal. On that note, while discussing the first times is definitely a topic I enjoy but then I do not believe that virginity has any significance in you being good looking, popular or well sexy, be it any gender.

I may have been very comfortingly numb about my body and a pro at handling body shaming, but have always had the sensuality insecurity. I was set in my thoughts that no one will ever sleep with me and honestly, what am I capable to give compared to “hot ones”? I still am a road under construction but I am now realising that things will happen when they do, despite how I look or am. That will be the moment the insecurities and abuses will hopefully cease to exist. All I can do is present my sexiest self out and own it. My sex appeal is mine to strut, I have to believe in it then only I can hope someone else might believe so too. No, my sexuality or sensuality is not bounded the conventional markers of Adonis. I may not be the most seductive figure cut out but I can believe that I still am and I can improve.  I can love who I want and people can love me for what I am and not what they want me to be. Nothing makes a person sexier than unwavering confidence.

Go out, be sexy, let me be sexy too and not forget to complement a man on how hot or handsome he looks!

You are sexy and you Should know it! read it here- Look at them, Now look at me See the difference? Well, I do too. They are some fine examples of hot young sexy men.