Dirty Daddy
Jan. 18th, 2022 05:33 pmFrom the smut prompt 86 “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”
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A Danish Cherry Popping
Jan. 10th, 2022 09:58 pm[From here.]
It was around an hour or so later that Sigurd had gotten back to the hotel after popping into a perfume shop on the way home from the bar to pick up Lars some expensive perfume. The tarty drummer had accepted this as an apology after being dumped at the bar with many horny men staring at him. That hadn't been pleasant at all. Sigurd, however, had ended up getting sucked by Mikkel and was now wondering where the brat had gotten to. Lars was back at their room helping himself to a drink at the mini bar, sipping on his cocktail and smoking a cigarette when he heard Sigurd finally walk into their room.
"Where the fuck have you been? I thought we could drink and watch some shitty American television in here."
Sig just rolled his eyes at Lars' idea of fun but knew the tart didn't really have anywhere else to go. Devon was no doubt with Rekker or the other Hexed members so it was time with the tart. Not wanting to be rude, Sig just patted Lars on the arm and then poured himself a large scotch. His mind was only on one thing tonight; Mikkel.
"I might be having a visitor in here soon, Lars. The brat. I think some of the other boys are down at the bar area. Ulrik might drink with you. Why don't you go and drink with him? Or that Erik boy? They're all fun people to be around."
Lars just offered a tarty pout before nodding, finishing his drink and slinking past the bassist to head downstairs to join the party there. Fuck, how much perfume was the drummer even wearing? Was that for Devon? Lars knew what was up though. Sigurd wanted the room to himself so he could fuck that Danish brat. Each to their own. If Mikkel didn't appear in the next half an hour or so then the bassist would try his room; the one he was sharing with Ansgar.
It was around an hour or so later that Sigurd had gotten back to the hotel after popping into a perfume shop on the way home from the bar to pick up Lars some expensive perfume. The tarty drummer had accepted this as an apology after being dumped at the bar with many horny men staring at him. That hadn't been pleasant at all. Sigurd, however, had ended up getting sucked by Mikkel and was now wondering where the brat had gotten to. Lars was back at their room helping himself to a drink at the mini bar, sipping on his cocktail and smoking a cigarette when he heard Sigurd finally walk into their room.
"Where the fuck have you been? I thought we could drink and watch some shitty American television in here."
Sig just rolled his eyes at Lars' idea of fun but knew the tart didn't really have anywhere else to go. Devon was no doubt with Rekker or the other Hexed members so it was time with the tart. Not wanting to be rude, Sig just patted Lars on the arm and then poured himself a large scotch. His mind was only on one thing tonight; Mikkel.
"I might be having a visitor in here soon, Lars. The brat. I think some of the other boys are down at the bar area. Ulrik might drink with you. Why don't you go and drink with him? Or that Erik boy? They're all fun people to be around."
Lars just offered a tarty pout before nodding, finishing his drink and slinking past the bassist to head downstairs to join the party there. Fuck, how much perfume was the drummer even wearing? Was that for Devon? Lars knew what was up though. Sigurd wanted the room to himself so he could fuck that Danish brat. Each to their own. If Mikkel didn't appear in the next half an hour or so then the bassist would try his room; the one he was sharing with Ansgar.
The Show Must Go On
Jan. 3rd, 2022 03:25 pmFrom Nexus Writing Prompt 3. "Are you ready yet? You've been in there for hours."
Sigurd was now banging on the bathroom door for the second time in over half an hour. Inside were Bjorn and Lars doing their make-up and god only knew what else. The whole regime of the two men cause both Sigurd and Ulrik, who was putting on his leather pants, to roll their eyes at their prissy band mates still in the bathroom. How long had it even been? Well over an hour and the band had to go on stage in less than ten minutes!
"How long are you two going to be in there? We're due on stage in less than ten minutes. Get your asses out of there!"
There was a lot of giggling coming from the other side of the door and Sig just turned to face Ulrik who was now sitting on the chair, pulling on his boots, near ready because he hardly wore any make-up. Even for a glam metal rock star he was mostly just dressed in leather pants and a denim jacket because Ulrik was the boyish, masculine one. No glitter, pink shades, leopard print or feminine look. Just Ulrik. Sigurd was dressed in his usual tight black leather pants, heeled boots and a leather jacket which was open at the front. No shirt since the bassist got too hot on stage if he wore anything under usually.
"Go away, daddy!"
Sigurd's head snapped back to the bathroom door when he heard those words. Daddy! That was Bjorn. Fuck him for calling him that! The stoic bassist just sighed, pinching his nose but then stepped back as the door finally opened with Lars slipping out. He had his make-up done, his hair the way he liked it and his clothes, which was much more feminine in appearance than both Sigurd and Ulrik. The tarty drummer gave both men a wink as he reached for his pack of smokes, lighting up and relaxing on the large sofa close by. Bjorn, however, was still inside the bathroom. The door now re-locked because he was still busy getting prepared.
"Bjorn? You need to get out of there right now. We're on in less than five!"
Fuck.
The trashy singer just giggled and stuck his tongue out from inside. Of course no one could see through the wooden door so the rest of the band were waiting for their singer. As per usual. Sigurd, often viewed as the dad of the band and the more responsible one was now banging on the door harder because this was getting stupid. Ulrik had gotten up and was now brushing his blond hair, hoping Bjorn would come out on his own accord. Even Lars was sporting a tarty look because he didn't want to have to rush all because Bjorn couldn't get his ass out of the bathroom in time.
Finally, Bjorn stepped out of the locked bathroom, giggling and snorting with laughter. He was drunk. Of course he was. Oh great. Sig just rolled his hands, snatching the bottle of vodka out of his right hand and passing it to Ulrik, who stashed it under the chair. Bjorn pouted and then found himself being shoved right out of the dressing room and down into the hallway.
"What have I said about getting smashed before a performance, Bjorn? You keep doing this and then you end up fucking up the lyrics."
Bjorn shook his head and Ulrik noticed a load of pink glitter cascade off the singer's hair to land near his feet just where he was walking behind. How much glitter did one man need?
"I'm not drunk! This is just for my stage fright, daddy Sig."
Bullshit. Sig just frowned at the name and shoved Bjorn forwards once more as they neared their destination. The stage. The name daddy Sig was being used for a reason and Sigurd wasn't about to tempt the singer into revealing more about it.
"Just don't keep taking forever in the bathroom. It's fucking ridiculous."
Bjorn just responded with a tongue out. So mature.
Sigurd was now banging on the bathroom door for the second time in over half an hour. Inside were Bjorn and Lars doing their make-up and god only knew what else. The whole regime of the two men cause both Sigurd and Ulrik, who was putting on his leather pants, to roll their eyes at their prissy band mates still in the bathroom. How long had it even been? Well over an hour and the band had to go on stage in less than ten minutes!
"How long are you two going to be in there? We're due on stage in less than ten minutes. Get your asses out of there!"
There was a lot of giggling coming from the other side of the door and Sig just turned to face Ulrik who was now sitting on the chair, pulling on his boots, near ready because he hardly wore any make-up. Even for a glam metal rock star he was mostly just dressed in leather pants and a denim jacket because Ulrik was the boyish, masculine one. No glitter, pink shades, leopard print or feminine look. Just Ulrik. Sigurd was dressed in his usual tight black leather pants, heeled boots and a leather jacket which was open at the front. No shirt since the bassist got too hot on stage if he wore anything under usually.
"Go away, daddy!"
Sigurd's head snapped back to the bathroom door when he heard those words. Daddy! That was Bjorn. Fuck him for calling him that! The stoic bassist just sighed, pinching his nose but then stepped back as the door finally opened with Lars slipping out. He had his make-up done, his hair the way he liked it and his clothes, which was much more feminine in appearance than both Sigurd and Ulrik. The tarty drummer gave both men a wink as he reached for his pack of smokes, lighting up and relaxing on the large sofa close by. Bjorn, however, was still inside the bathroom. The door now re-locked because he was still busy getting prepared.
"Bjorn? You need to get out of there right now. We're on in less than five!"
Fuck.
The trashy singer just giggled and stuck his tongue out from inside. Of course no one could see through the wooden door so the rest of the band were waiting for their singer. As per usual. Sigurd, often viewed as the dad of the band and the more responsible one was now banging on the door harder because this was getting stupid. Ulrik had gotten up and was now brushing his blond hair, hoping Bjorn would come out on his own accord. Even Lars was sporting a tarty look because he didn't want to have to rush all because Bjorn couldn't get his ass out of the bathroom in time.
Finally, Bjorn stepped out of the locked bathroom, giggling and snorting with laughter. He was drunk. Of course he was. Oh great. Sig just rolled his hands, snatching the bottle of vodka out of his right hand and passing it to Ulrik, who stashed it under the chair. Bjorn pouted and then found himself being shoved right out of the dressing room and down into the hallway.
"What have I said about getting smashed before a performance, Bjorn? You keep doing this and then you end up fucking up the lyrics."
Bjorn shook his head and Ulrik noticed a load of pink glitter cascade off the singer's hair to land near his feet just where he was walking behind. How much glitter did one man need?
"I'm not drunk! This is just for my stage fright, daddy Sig."
Bullshit. Sig just frowned at the name and shoved Bjorn forwards once more as they neared their destination. The stage. The name daddy Sig was being used for a reason and Sigurd wasn't about to tempt the singer into revealing more about it.
"Just don't keep taking forever in the bathroom. It's fucking ridiculous."
Bjorn just responded with a tongue out. So mature.
Name: Sigurd "Does it Deeper" Magnusson
Age: 27
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 170lbs
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Swedish
Gender: Soft masculine male
Sexuality: Bisexual (Prefers masculine or softer masculine men)
Profession:
Bassist for glam metal band Blixt.
Distinguishing marks:
Sigurd has tattoo of a bass guitar on his right bicep and has the words "Säg aldrig aldrig" which means "Never say never" on his left bicep. He has a burn mark just above his navel where Bjorn accidentally stubbed a smoke out on Sig whilst trashed.
Pets:
Back home he has a pet Bosc Monitor lizard called Leonardo. This choice of name was Sig's love of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Abilities/talents:
Sigurd is a talented bass player as well as someone who can play acoustic and electric guitar along with a double bass and violin. As well as being skilled with stringed instruments Sig is also a talented swimmer, football player, motorbike racer and ice hockey player, having played a lot of ice hockey back in school and college. He is skilled in speaking all Scandinavian languages and knows English and a little Russian too, having travelled over to Russia on family holidays when he was younger.
Personality:
To most Sigurd comes across as an overprotective and somewhat over-bearing man who seeks to protect those he knows or is close to. There is a reason for that being known as the "band dad" in Blixt, looking after the often drunk and trashed singer, Bjorn. Sigurd can be abrupt and has a bad temper when riled. He doesn't take shit from anyone and will voice his views if he gets pissed off over anything. Beyond the whole dad exterior the Swede does have a playful streak running through him and can often be trashy when drunk or intoxicated on drugs. He rarely lets his guard down that much to allow himself to go under as he has just been used to the band protector over the years. He fears something bad happening to any of Blixt if he takes his eye off the ball for even a second. The world of glam is sometimes a ruthless and cruel one so he believes his reasons are justified for his over-protective behaviour.
Background:
Sigurd grew up in the Swedish city of Göteborg or Gothenburg. He grew up as the older brother out of three younger brothers; Karl, Johan and Ivar. The protective nature came at a young age as the youngest of Sigurd's brothers, Johan, was injured by a lone wolf which ventured too close one night in the city. Johan sustained a mauled arm and Sigurd was the first one on the scene to chase the beast away back into the dense forest close by. He took his brother to hospital without even thinking to contact his parents, who were out of town for the evening. At the time Sigurd was 12 and Johan was 9. From there on Sigurd was always watching, looking to see if anything else would come and attack his family.
All through his childhood years Sigurd excelled at school and was a sporty boy, playing both football, or soccer, as well as ice hockey. He competed with other boys from local schools when he was in his teen years and was good enough to join the youth academy but that wasn't where his heart was. His heart was in music and the scene that was rapidly spreading throughout Sweden and the neighbouring countries. Glam metal. The energy and excitement had Sigurd pick up the bass guitar when he was around 14 and he enrolled in the local music school at 16. From there on in he moved on to play at gigs around his local city and moved from Sweden to Norway when he was 18. His younger brothers chose their own career choices, some going into the creative industries themselves and some choosing to work in the city in other careers. Sig joined Blixt when he was around 24 and made friends with Bjorn, the lead singer, Lars, the drummer and Ulrik, the young lead guitarist.
Special people:
Boyfriend brat: Felix Mikkel Soeren![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Age: 27
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 170lbs
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Swedish
Gender: Soft masculine male
Sexuality: Bisexual (Prefers masculine or softer masculine men)
Profession:
Bassist for glam metal band Blixt.
Distinguishing marks:
Sigurd has tattoo of a bass guitar on his right bicep and has the words "Säg aldrig aldrig" which means "Never say never" on his left bicep. He has a burn mark just above his navel where Bjorn accidentally stubbed a smoke out on Sig whilst trashed.
Pets:
Back home he has a pet Bosc Monitor lizard called Leonardo. This choice of name was Sig's love of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Abilities/talents:
Sigurd is a talented bass player as well as someone who can play acoustic and electric guitar along with a double bass and violin. As well as being skilled with stringed instruments Sig is also a talented swimmer, football player, motorbike racer and ice hockey player, having played a lot of ice hockey back in school and college. He is skilled in speaking all Scandinavian languages and knows English and a little Russian too, having travelled over to Russia on family holidays when he was younger.
Personality:
To most Sigurd comes across as an overprotective and somewhat over-bearing man who seeks to protect those he knows or is close to. There is a reason for that being known as the "band dad" in Blixt, looking after the often drunk and trashed singer, Bjorn. Sigurd can be abrupt and has a bad temper when riled. He doesn't take shit from anyone and will voice his views if he gets pissed off over anything. Beyond the whole dad exterior the Swede does have a playful streak running through him and can often be trashy when drunk or intoxicated on drugs. He rarely lets his guard down that much to allow himself to go under as he has just been used to the band protector over the years. He fears something bad happening to any of Blixt if he takes his eye off the ball for even a second. The world of glam is sometimes a ruthless and cruel one so he believes his reasons are justified for his over-protective behaviour.
Background:
Sigurd grew up in the Swedish city of Göteborg or Gothenburg. He grew up as the older brother out of three younger brothers; Karl, Johan and Ivar. The protective nature came at a young age as the youngest of Sigurd's brothers, Johan, was injured by a lone wolf which ventured too close one night in the city. Johan sustained a mauled arm and Sigurd was the first one on the scene to chase the beast away back into the dense forest close by. He took his brother to hospital without even thinking to contact his parents, who were out of town for the evening. At the time Sigurd was 12 and Johan was 9. From there on Sigurd was always watching, looking to see if anything else would come and attack his family.
All through his childhood years Sigurd excelled at school and was a sporty boy, playing both football, or soccer, as well as ice hockey. He competed with other boys from local schools when he was in his teen years and was good enough to join the youth academy but that wasn't where his heart was. His heart was in music and the scene that was rapidly spreading throughout Sweden and the neighbouring countries. Glam metal. The energy and excitement had Sigurd pick up the bass guitar when he was around 14 and he enrolled in the local music school at 16. From there on in he moved on to play at gigs around his local city and moved from Sweden to Norway when he was 18. His younger brothers chose their own career choices, some going into the creative industries themselves and some choosing to work in the city in other careers. Sig joined Blixt when he was around 24 and made friends with Bjorn, the lead singer, Lars, the drummer and Ulrik, the young lead guitarist.
Special people:
Boyfriend brat: Felix Mikkel Soeren
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