Jamerniqui

Barely a reaction !!

I got a little carried away, but here you go anon!

Where do I even begin with him. He was basically my first ever fictional crush I believe... I had him as a crush when I was 10 years old, and it's going to be almost a decade with him I believe 😳 He's been in my mind very recently... Who knew that such a barber with a creepy look to him have such a hot voice... AAHHH!!!!

Not to mention that sometimes... I would like it if he would play with my hair... Maybe even cut it too... <//////> Just comment on how pretty it is and making sure that it looks good, just for him and his eyes only.... I love Fred so much. He's so underrated and he comes from an underrated show to begin with.

*LOUD KLAXON BLARING* YESSSSS!!!!!! OH ANON I LOVE YOU 🙈💖🙈💖🙈💖

Freaky Fred, my oh my...!!!!!! what a naughty~ man 😉💖 i have no doubts that our dear Fred would be simply obsessed with you and your lovely locks!! oh, the hours you'd while away together, with him carding those long fingers through your hair, twisting errant curls and snipping at the loose ends...!! such an intimate activity, don't you think? :3c gahhh thank you for reminding me of Freaky Fred and sharing your adorable thoughts on him 🙈💖 Fred was DEFINITELY a childhood crush for me too, and over the past couple of years i've had several conversations with friends about how attractive he is - that voice is to die for 😖😖 i never thought to put him on my list but oh yes. he's there. he belongs there. i'm going to pop a clip of Fred here for those who are unfamiliar with him because jesus christ. jesus CHRIST i can't listen to him without shivering 🫠🫠

Riding Copia. The soft of his tummy jiggling with every slap of your body coming down to meet his. The tangling of fingers into the hairy thicket of his chest. And when he slurs that he’s getting close, to come with him, oh, to trail a hand down the path created by his hair, ending where you are united to play with yourself in order to catch up.

Only for him to snarl and move your fingers, knowing you can’t bring yourself up to speed the way he can. He grabs your hips and forces you into a grind, dragging your clit against the thatch of curls. The evil smirk he manages as you whine, knowing damn well that while the stimulation is not undesirable, it’s not what you seek, what you NEED to climb the mountaintop with him.

When he’s had enough of your pouting, his fingers result your work. A high-pitched keen that fails to become the words you mean to utter escape you as you arch your back and nearly fall on top of him, only able to catch yourself on wobbly arms as your palms press into the mattress on either side of his head.

It’s a fight to keep drooling from slipping through your moaning lips as you feel his fingers take your clit between them, rolling the sorry bud before giving it firm jerks through its tender hood — almost as though he were returning the very favor you’d granted his cock earlier in the evening.

For some reason, whenever I think of things Jareth might be into— The one I can't get out of my mind is human furniture—Just hear me out

Afab perspective, whipping, Degradation, blood (wouldn't be one of my posts without it), bootplay? is that the word?