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whaleofatjme1920 · 2 years

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i have never been more excited to see a yes with marble hornets in my LIFE

if you have the time or enjoyment, i would love some brian knife play with an afab reader! headcannons would be just fine! thank you beloved mwah

Burns Like Ice

[GN!Reader, afab]

[Warnings: Knife play, some praise, some degradation, it's actually pretty general, fingering, slight overstimulation. There is NO BLOOD PLAY in here. None. It just feels like it, but I promise there's none. MINORS DNI]

[AN: honestly I'm slowly becoming a headcanon blog unless I feel like writing in depth- lucky for you, you're getting the latter. 975 words <3]

"And you're sure you want me to use this on you?" Brian asks as his fingers gently curve over the slope of your clothed ass, almost hesitant to touch you with his own flesh knowing he'll be slicing at you in a moment. He seems a bit nervous despite the two of you talked extensively about it before hand. He can't deny that you look oh so pretty underneath him though. His hazel colored eyes watch you with a burning intensity as you roll to your back and look up at him, a sly grin on your lips.

You nod fervently. "I'll be fine," you reassure him as you watch him walk the blade over his fingers. You grab at his chest and press a bit. "Unless you want me to get myself off-"

Brian chuckles lowly before shaking his head at you, gaze darkening. His hand spreads your legs a little further as he nestles between them. You can see the curve of his muscles as he takes the sharpened blade to your shirt and slowly cuts upwards. His hands tear it off of you, the material weak beneath his touch as he discards the ruined article of clothing. "You got all dressed up for me?" He observes in a teasing tone as the tip of the knife traces your bra's cups and the straps.

Your heart is fluttering like a bird in your chest. You slowly nod, not wanting to move too much as the blade hooks in the underwire. "Of course," you murmur. Your eyes are glued on the metal as it slides down your stomach to your hips, where he makes quick work of your shorts. A playful giggle escapes his lips upon seeing your underwear.

"You're soaked and it's barely been a minute," he teases as the knife toys with the edge of your underwear, hooking in the lace and quickly cutting upwards to snap the small bridges of fabric. It feels like ice against your warm skin. His free hand slides down your thighs to your cunt that's dripping through the fabric. His index finger slides over your slit. "Such pretty panties," he coos in a sickly sweet condescending tone, the blade sliding over your hip to the hip of the underwear. "Shame that they're hiding such a pretty cunt. Let me fix that," he purrs as he cuts the underwear off of you in one fell swoop.

He does the same thing with the other side, not even bothering to hear you complain about the price of it as his fingers are pushing into your cunt. You cry out, back arching as his index and middle effortlessly slide into you. "I don't even need to warm you up," he snickers, "your body is more than ready all on it's own." His fingers curl deeper into you as the knife traces your thighs, his grin becoming sleazier by the moment.

You roll your hips upwards to push him in deeper. Mouth hanging open, you moan for him, crying out for him to touch you some more. You can hear his breathing, the way your hearts pound in sync and feel burned by his gaze. Your cunt squeezes around his fingers as slick gushes between your legs and soaks the bed. "Fuck," you hiss, "Brian please-"

His fingers trace your walls as he chuckles. His eyes leave the sight of your weeping cunt before he carefully maneuvers the knife in his hands, taking a tea towel to wrap around the blade so he can hold it without injury. "Why don't you cum on this?" He muses, the handle of the knife being pressed against your clit. He pushes it just a bit harder and cackles at the way you moan, eyes fluttered shut and hands clawing the sheets in an effort to ground yourself from how he works you.

Brian presses the handle a little harder before swirling it. Slow, big circles on your pearl send the heat in your lower abdomen to a boil. "Aw, are you gonna cum that easily? I thought you were better than that, sweetheart." He tsks his tongue at you as the pressure on your clit grows harder. Damn him! He knows how to work you in all the right ways, your body mapped out to perfection in his head as he exploits your favored movements.

He taps the hilt of the knife against your clit as his fingers roughly pound into you. He's reveling in the sound of you mewling and begging for him. "Do it," he rasps, his cheeks tinged with the slightest shade of pink from how pretty you look, squirming and needy beneath him, "cum on my fingers. Show me how desperate you are."

Unable to keep the coil in your stomach together, you release it. Your mouth hangs open as you ground your hips against his fingers and the handle of the knife, cunt fluttering and squeezing tightly as your orgasm ripples throughout your body. You're cursing to the heavens as your vision spins and sputters. You can feel slick gushing from between your legs as he rolls another finger into you. "Oh gods," you shakily moan as you feel the handle of the knife rolling on your throbbing clit. Your legs are trembling and your whole body shaking.

Your flesh feels warm, far too warm as your heart rate begins to level out. Dazed, you look up to find Brian's eyes before feeling the cold sting on the blade on your heated flesh. It's once again hooked into the underwire of your bra before he snips it upwards.

"That was cute," he says in a teasing tone. "But I'm not done with you. Keep your legs spread."

A thick heat blankets your cheeks as you feel his knee between your legs, rubbing against your almost over stimulated cunt.

#minors dni #brian thomas headcanon #brian thomas x reader #marble hornets headcanons #marble hornets x reader #marble hornets hoodie #hoodie x reader

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sharpestasp · 1 month

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Foul Play

Foul Play, a movie thread

I have not seen this since I was less then ten, I believe. it's from 1978, Goldie Hawn, Chevy Chase, opens with the murder of a church official.

Burgess Meredith, Dudley Moore, and Brian Dennehy in supporting roles.

Chevy Chase is very Bruce Wayne as played by Michael Keaton in his first scene

There will be numerous themes that were contemporary to the 70s, but I want to see if it was as slick an homage to Hitchcock as I remember it being touted as. Oh, yeah, there's the open-your-sexuality theme for the divorcee

"I don't pick up strange men."

"That's your problem."

"So, why don't you try it?"

Ahh, Barry Manilow, who was part of my childhood soundtrack.

Dialogue is vaguely stilted. Convertible yellow VW Bug! And wow Marlboro Reds have not changed the box design THAT much in all these years. Okay. The dialogue thing is part of the Hitchcock thing, given how THAT conversation went.

EEEEE! BURGESS MEREDITH! I love him so much. Red herrings. I love the red herrings in this. Snake warning, btw. Oh I love Burgess in this.

+blinks+ This came out in the year of Three Popes. The plot is centered on an attempt to murder the Pope. I am… amused?

"Rape's not an act of sex. It's act of violence." --Well that's a message.

Very easy to see how Dudley's character jumped to the idea of sex. Poor guy.

And I know I missed the reference of "beaver trap" as a kid. I had not encountered that euphemism that early. CW: "spanish fly" bee gees ftw (Side note: music rights for film back then were far more permissive, but on the same hand, the artists got paid far less, and that's why there are rights' disputes in later works, when it is time to license to DVD) I feel like Goldie's character is a little neurodivergent

"plop plop fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is" She stabbed him with knitting needles. We had a shower scene moment. The cuckoo clock was cuckoo-ing. Rear Window moment too.

Hello Brian Dennehy. You look young but still manage to look very mature.

This is such a a silly movie, and YET.

Also, the casual affirmation of masculine security, because now Chevy has hit on Brian playfully.

I think that little old lady just played "fuck" on the scrabble board And her opponent added "er" yes, yes. Because original tried to play 'mutherfucker'

"I always had a yearning for the criminal life"

"But you're a cop"

"Same difference"

Twice now, men have told her that they believed she believed what she said. And further 'she may be ND', she remembered a licence plate in the dark and rain while trying to avoid being killed

And the pieces come together… Chevy has them and is putting it all together.

Mistaken Identity in progress. Billy Barty is GREAT, by the way. I love him. That was a great Rube Goldberg sequence.

Reference to Panty Hose wearing quarterback! LOL I lol at Chevy's character. He's playing this with humor, but subdued in a way that makes it charming. Free Love themes running freely through this.

deliberate view of birds flying over water The dog's name is Chaucer. Amused.

Aww, Burgess is so sweet to her. And the plot device was just destroyed but that's okay

Burgess and Chevy acting together to rescue Goldie is adorable.

Rex Harrison's ex-wife is the mastermind here. Rachel Roberts, Welsh actress. Who is now having a kung-faux match with Burgess Meredith.

This movie manages to combine humor, action, and a half-decent plot very nicely. I am just absolutely amused at the mix of humor into this movie.

She just calmed a pair of immigrants in the taxi Chevy commandeered by comparing him to Kojak, and they're big fans. I miss movies being ludicrously fun like this car chase.

We are having a shootout backstage during an opera

There's an analogy in the Pope leading a cheering applause when there's two people visibly dead on stage now…

Overall impression: a fun once in a while re-watch movie. Dudley Moore was over the top which is best Dudley Moore. Chevy Chase was a delight as he often was in his earlier films. Goldie Hawn is not an airhead and helps substantially in her own fate. Burgess Meredith is HEARTS. Brian Dennehy was great support. All of this movie entertained, but I am certain the pacing, as well as how the humor meshes with the action, would be a no-go for many modern viewers. I did not catch all the Hitchcock references, I think, but enough were his more known films for me to pick up on them.

#foul play (1978)#goldie hawn #chevy chase #burgess meredith #brian dennehy #dudley moore #film watching #70s pop culture #alfred hitchcock

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hamliet · 2 years

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Lindsay and Melanie: The Illusion of Control

Okay, so since I already wrote an analysis of Michael's arc in Queer as Folk, I figured I'd move onto the next main character that gets a lot of flack: Lindsay Peterson. But also Melanie Marcus, because their arcs are intertwined as much as Brian's and Justin's.

That said, there's going to be a serious aspect of critique here, because unlike with Michael--whom I genuinely think is one of the best written characters--Melanie's and especially Lindsay's characters do have some very obvious writing flaws. (I also already touched on this--briefly--here.) However, they also have some very clear strengths in their writing that I find intriguing, so let's dive in.

Again in my analysis of Michael (and Justin and Brian), I talked about the overall motif/theme of illusion vs. reality. That is something also very present in Lindsay and Melanie's respective arcs, where it takes the form of the illusion of control. Control is the primary flaw for both women, but it manifests itself differently.

Lindsay: wants to control her image

Melanie: wants control of the world around her

Lindsay: Infuriatingly Right, and Wrong

Marianne: Is Lindsay one of those people who's always infuriatingly right?

Oh, Lindsay. She's kind to those around her, and she's often right. But her rightness comes from her empathy, which also can become her greatest weakness... because she knows she's often right, and she knows she's compassionate, she can then try to please everyone and thereby please no one.

In season 1, Linds doesn't want to upset Brian or Melanie regarding Gus, and therefore creates more problems. Neither Brian nor Melanie were wrong in what they were feeling, but how Brian went about it was wrong. It's Lindsay's desire to be the perfect friend to Brian and girlfriend to Melanie that keeps her from being decent at either at first.

When Linds hits a rough point, her default is to go into image-control mode. She can't risk losing the house after she and Mel break up in season 1, so she finds a gay man and opts to marry him for convenience. She'd get to keep the house, and he'd get to stay in the country. But it's all a fraud and also highly illegal. Still, Lindsay goes to great lengths to invent a fake relationship to make this work, and would have gone through with it had Brian not intervened.

That's why Lindsay deciding to propose to Melanie in season 2, at her sister's third wedding after her sister's atrocious patronizing insult, is so powerful for Lindsay. It's such a taboo, and yet a beautiful moment. She's shattering her image, and her family's image (which is indeed what her mom, Nancy, goes on to bewail).

As we go on to see, Lindsay has always struggled with trying to earn her parents' approval. They judge her sexuality and don't even consider Gus their grandson.

Lindsay: It's not about the money. It's about... Mel: Love? You want them to show you the same attention that they show Lynette... Maybe we have to prove more afford. We've never really asked them over to see how we live. Meet our friends. Which makes us same guilty as they are. Lindsay: So, what are we do? Mel: We invite them over and throw a little party. Lindsay: You aren't serious! Mel: If they could see that we're a real family, with a real life, just like your sister, then they might feel differently.

But they are a real family, and they have real lives with or without Lindsay's parents' permission. Lindsay's arc in season 2 shows her letting go of expectations, as her parents fail her yet again and show that the reason Lindsay focuses so much on image? Is because they do the same.

Mel: Lindsay's been working her ass off for you. Would it have been so f*cking hard to show up? Nancy and Ron: Language! Mel: Your excuses are bullshit. All she wants from you is to show her a little support.... Look, I know what you think about me. I'm the slick Jew lawyer come to shake you down for a few sheckels. The d*ke who corrupted your daughter. Well, you're wrong. I'm Lindsay's loving partner, and Gus's adoring mother. And I know that I will never cause him the pain that you've caused her. He'll never have to wonder whether or not I love him.

"Language" when you've just lied to your daughter to avoid going to a simple party at her house is a real laugh.

When Lindsay and Melanie's wedding starts to go wrong, Lindsay wants to call it off because she thinks it's just not supposed to happen because they're gay. Fortunately, again, Melanie and Brian intervene to save the day. But this incident reveals how deeply ingrained the self-loathing, shame, and struggle to conform to an image of what a wedding/life should be are in Lindsay. Thus, it makes sense that she'd backslide in her arc at times... although the backsliding isn't always handled well.

We then also see Lindsay getting Brian to fake being her husband to get Gus into school. The narrative then denies Gus in favor of a same-sex couple, teaching Lindsay a valuable lesson: be yourself, regardless of image. But that's hard to keep up in a world that is so toxic.

When Lindsay becomes an art seller in season 3, she makes great strides and is highly successful, earning a good impression in those around her. She also pushes that season for Brian to be the father for her and Mel's next child, even though neither Melanie nor Brian are excited about this possibility. The point is that Lindsay keeps saying she wants Brian to father their second child because "our kids [should] be related."

The irony, of course, is that Lindsay's own blood relations ignore her at best. Her family is with those around her, a found family. Hence, it's good from this perspective that Lindsay supports Melanie choosing Michael as the father.

However, once we get into season 4, Lindsay finds herself facing a new temptation: a man, whom her mother would approve of (as seen in season 5, she does). But said man is horrible, cruel, and openly misogynistic.

It also says something about Lindsay's self-esteem that she had sex with a man who literally just wanted to turn a lesbian. Gross. Of course, Lindsay wasn't interested in that and regretted it immediately, and affirmed that she was a lesbian (yes, bi erasure comes into play here, but people are what they say their labels are). Yet still, it's ironic and sad that the idea of looking "as she should" causes the family she does have to fall apart.

Does the cheating plotline with Sam work for her arc? On paper, I do think so. In the context of the story as a whole and the world it's created in, it's not the best choice for where they could have taken her arc, imo. By not the best, I mean "laziest." They got where Lindsay needed to grow and got the challenge, but could have done it in a far more unique and interesting way that didn't come with icky subtext.

When Lindsay then leaves Melanie, it also makes sense and could be seen as growth for a time. Mel lashed out at her in ways that were both fair and unfair, and Lindsay didn't have to sit there and put up with it after a certain time. It was good for her to show Melanie that she couldn't lash out at Lindsay in her pain.

Melanie: Hurting, or Hypocrite?

My initial reaction to Melanie's response to Lindsay cheating on her with Sam was that she was being totally hypocritical. And she was. But, I actually think it could have worked for her character arc... if it had been explored on a deeper level. (It also wasn't the only way to have her grow, so... I think they should've gone with another plotline, but if they wanted to go with this one, it actually really could have worked, and does to the extent where it doesn't completely ruin her or Lindsay's arc, which was impressive because in less skilled hands it for sure would have.)

Let's back up and talk about what Melanie's arc was about. I've already said it was about control, which, if we had any doubts, Lindsay clears up for us:

Melanie: If you would've listened to me and done what I said, we wouldn't be playing this game of, "Baby, Baby, Who's Got The Baby?" Lindsay: That's what's killing you, isn't it? It has nothing to do with the baby or the custody agreement. It has to do with you, Melanie Marcus, not getting her way, not having complete control over everything. Well, tough shit, ya don't!

But why does Melanie want control so badly?

We'll start off with Melanie's antagonistic relationship to Brian. No, this isn't making Mel's arc about Brian, but about foiling.

Despite claiming to hate Brian, Melanie really only hates him not because of jealousy for Lindsay, but because she has a lot in common with him and doesn't like to see that. Brian doesn't control the people around him, that's true, but Brian is the sort who acts like he doesn't give a care about anyone until all of a sudden, he's sacrificing everything to make them happy. Melanie's the same. She claims to hate Brian, but is willing to represent him pro bono when he's falsely accused of sexual harassment.

She denies some of the best parts of herself, and feels a constant need to prove she has the right to exist and live and love. That's also the crux of Brian's issues: feeling the need to prove the right to live, without realizing that you don't need to earn life.

Hence, Melanie learning to accept Brian and tolerate him (albeit with the same sardonic eye rolls Brian employs with 99% of his loved ones) is symbolic of her learning to accept those parts of herself she doesn't want to accept. When she denies this, she pays the price. For example, when Melanie chooses Michael over Brian to father JR... yeah, you're not gonna hear me defending Michael here. At all. Mel's at first worried about having a repeat of Gus, but Brian had grown and would never have put her through a custody battle.

Melanie accepting Brian also shows Melanie how to grow: she needs to let go of the need to control others, which is partially what she does in the end of the series. She can't control Lindsay or whom Lindsay is attracted to, she can't control the fathers of her children and the roles they play in their kids' lives, but she loves them. Because she loves them, she has a way forward.

Melanie's way forward has always been through Lindsay. Their marriage storyline in season 2 ties into Melanie overcoming her flaw as much as it does Lindsay. When Mel tells Lindsay that while she initially said there was no point in getting married, she meant because straight people wouldn't give them permission. But as she then tells Lindsay:

Mel: That's not quite true... we wouldn't give ourselves permission.

Mel tries to control those around her out of fear of herself, and her being accepted by Lindsay despite losing self-control (via her affair in season 1), and then by marrying Lindsay, was always her path forward.

However, Brian's influence isn't perfect. Him telling Melanie she needs to play the game--the same advice she leaned into when defending him in season 1--backfired when she pushed Lindsay to do the same with Sam. In a sense, this could be seen as a way of asking Lindsay to reconsider Melanie's perspective.

Melanie's issues with playing the game are directly tied to her identity: she's a Jewish lesbian, and she has always felt different because of it. Lindsay's parents constantly put her down, people invalidate her as a woman because of her endometriosis and fertility struggles, and she loses opportunities at work for her orientation. Every time she defends herself, she falls back on her identity. See the above quote where Melanie tells off Ron and Nancy, and also Mel's response to the Petersons freak-out over Lindsay proposing to her (where she says that of course the Petersons "blame the Jew").

From this perspective, Melanie's utter freak out at Lindsay's infidelity makes a ton of sense. She's always comforted herself that she isn't alone: she has Lindsay, who is also a lesbian and loves her. But is she enough? How can she be in a world that tells her she's wrong? (It's also not a coincidence Mel is the character who frequently brings up straight white male privilege.)

But then Lindsay gives into her worst flaws. Melanie is terrified of losing her, and she pushes Lindsay away (hey, Brian-esque tendencies: kick them out before they leave!). When Melanie tells Lindsay off, it's with a scathing speech about how she's always known exactly who she is:

Mel: it gave you a chance to contrast and compare and come to the conclusion that given the choices, you still prefer me!

Lindsay: That part is true.

Mel: Well, it isn't true for me. I know which team I play on. It's not a choice or a preference. It's who I am! It's who I've always been. A rug muncher, a muff-diver, a cunt-lapper, a bull, a lezzie, a d*ke!

Lindsay: What do you think I am?

Mel: Don't ask me to make up your mind for you. You have to do that all by yourself.

Lindsay: I'm a lesbian.

Mel: Not if you're having sex with a man, honey!

Yes, Mel's reaction is biphobic. But it also makes sense from the perspective of being pregnant, doing a very traditionally expected feminine thing, and then finding out someone she's always felt she wasn't good enough for cheated on her with a man Lindsay's family would be all too happy to see her leave Mel for. I mean, that's what Mel directly tells Lindsay:

Mel: There's nothing I can do that'll ever make you feel completely happy. You'll always feel unsatisfied and I'll always feel like I'm not enough. Lindsay: That's not true. Mel: Bullshit! Of course it is! Otherwise none of this would've happened!

This could have worked fairly well as an exploration of concepts like biphobia and Melanie's own self-esteem issues, but it was mostly not addressed. In an ideal version of QaF, all of this could also have then been used to explore Melanie's complicated feelings about being a mom, a lesbian, and a successful lawyer. But, it wasn't.

Along those lines, it does make sense that needing to play the game in a legal sense had legal consequences for Melanie (custody). But again, this wasn't dealt with on a deep-enough level to have emotional impact, or to feel earned instead of feeling like tacked-on drama (that was somewhat unfair, too; give Mel a break!)

Lindsay, Melanie, Debbie, and Jennifer

Lindsay and Melanie also foil Debbie and Jennifer, the two other moms with arcs in the series. All four are good mothers. Two are outspoken (Debbie and Mel), two softer (Lindsay and Jennifer). Two attempt to control others albeit out of love and fear of being hurt (Melanie and Debbie), while two want control of their own image (Lindsay and Jennifer).

For example, Jennifer literally tells Craig not to tell anyone about Brian and Justin's relationship because "that's the last thing we need, for anybody else to know!" Thus, it's also fitting that Jennifer ends up in a slightly transgressive relationship of her own at the end of the series (with the much younger Tucker). Letting go of your image to be yourself is the best way to love others, and yourself.

But Jen and Melanie have similar views of Brian and a similar arc in season 1. Through learning to accept Brian, Melanie learns she isn't perfect and accepts this, and Jennifer learns to grow. Lindsay and Debbie are similar too in how they always accepted Brian as he is. However, Lindsay and Debbie's arcs are both about how they need to accept they aren't perfect, either (and again, their empathy/being right is at once their greatest strengths and their greatest weakness, because it makes it harder for them to look at themselves and be like: am I the bad guy here?) For more on Deb's arc, see here.

Considering these four women are all such obvious foils, more interaction between them would've been nice.

Why Mellinds' Writing Flaws Stand Out

It's not that I think Melanie and Lindsay's arcs themselves are bad technically speaking--clearly, I don't think that. I also don't think there's a huge gap in writing quality between them and some of the male cast. However, there is a reason that people tend to pick up on the issues in their arcs more, and that has everything to do with the lack of good representation--not just in the world, but specifically in Queer as Folk.

There are three main female characters (Lindsay, Melanie, Debbie), of which only Linds and Mel are queer. There are only four female characters with long-running arcs (add Jennifer to the previous three). Each of the main four female characters' arcs? Is primarily explored through their motherhood and relationships with men.

Not Great. (Daphne is a great side character, but she doesn't really have her own arc, which is a shame; I think a lot could have been done here especially when it comes to intersectionality.)

While Debbie's writing is some of the best in the series, she's still straight, as is Jennifer. I don't so much think I would change the overall directions of Melanie and Lindsay's arcs, but there needed to be another queer female character (cis or trans) to add diversity and avoid a "one size fits all" portrayal of women's desires. Because there isn't, the show comes dangerously close to this perspective, which is at its core very much the exact opposite of its message: we don't all have to be the same to be human. QaF says fuck one size fits all, after all! I kinda wish Leda had stuck around...

Now, this could work since it is, after all, just a story, and stories aren't inherently obligated to show you a perfect kind of representation for everyone... but QaF did hold itself up as breaking boundaries and pushing a progressive narrative. Which, it did. But of course, this also means its flaws stand out more.

Illusion vs Reality

The idea of "control" is something very human. Don't we all want some control over our own lives, our futures, over what the world thinks about us? Thus, Lindsay and Melanie's relationship journey ties into the concept of what it means to be human, which is QaF's main theme. Being human means you can't control things except yourself, and even then there are limits (diseases, bodies and brains that get injured). And even self-control isn't a guarantee, which is why we need the people we love around us.

When Mel and Linds move to Canada in the season finale, it's a healthy decision for them. No, they haven't completely overcome their flaws. They probably won't, because no one ever will in this life, but they can grow all the same. They're moving to a place where they are more supported, a place where they can make their marriage legal (a callback to how, when breaking up over Sam, they remarked how they were lucky they couldn't marry legally because they didn't have to go through a divorce; now they do, assuming they legally marry which seems pretty obvious). There, Melanie might find it a healthier environment to begin to heal and feel less like she has to be on the defensive about her identity. There also, Lindsay has completely left her biological family but will keep in touch with her found family, as she and Mel assure Deb "we wouldn't be family without you."

No, it's not perfect. There are no guarantees. Nothing is solved, and Canada will have its own problems undoubtedly. But keep trying for a better world, for a safer environment, to be aware of your own limits and need for a healthier place, to want to raise your kids in a better place--that's all love in action. Love is active in Queer as Folk far more than it's an emotion. It's a decision. It's hope put into actions. It's faith. And that's beautiful.

#queer as folk #qaf meta #queer as folk us 2000 #queer as folk meta #queer as folk us #lindsay peterson #melanie marcus #lindsay x melanie #melinds #debbie novotny #jennifer taylor

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realhankmccoy · 1 month

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Q: Hank is it true you're so exhausted all the time even while getting fit that you just basically circle the block come home and nap

A: Yes imight have a Traumatic Brian India

or or maybe my body has rusted up from yeares of not working or

maybe i'm just a lazy piece of shit

i prob should abandon this tumblr tho

i don't really see the point of it anyhow

i think i proved my point that people aren't gonna apologise or take interest in things other than in manufacturing some sort of slick 'CONTENT' product like i'm supposed to be some gumdrop manufacturer and i don't want to be

the Smashing Pumpkins were always supposed to be Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory according to King Pumpkin

but i was never supposed to be

maybe i'm too socialist for it

i don' tknow what i am

i asked people to decide for you but as noted many times the american

has no interest in telling you who to be when you are open to this

when you're just being constructive or living your life, they want to ram on in like a spoiled screaming brat and tell you who to be, they cannot passionately shit and poop over who you should be fast enough

which tells me that they're babies

anyhow

where was i with this

i dunno and that's the point

who

thuh

fuq

nose

and

i guess i'll just do a kickboxing workout aleady at

THREE PEE EM

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priokskfm · 4 months

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#MixOfDay #Podcast #Radioshow #LiveDjset Michael Gray Tribute Mix Anybody who has followed me over these past few years will know that Michael Gray’s original production’s and remixes feature heavily in my sets. Everything he touches turns to gold and I look forward to every one of his releases. I have followed Michael’s career for almost 30 years now and decided it’s definitely time I paid tribute to his masterful work. I wanted to create a compilation combining old with new, mixing some of my favourite tracks from his early days as his aliases Robot man and Full Intention with music partner Jon Pearn such as Ready For This, Tears, So In Love With You, I Love America and Sweetest Day Of May with some of his latest releases like his excellent remixes of Reel People - Can’t Stop, The Sgt. Slick version of the Adeva classic - I Thank You and Donna Allen’s - Serious as well his his latest releases on his own Sultra Record Label like Invincible and the fantastic Promo version of his latest release - Never Let You Down. I wanted this tribute to feature tracks that I haven’t previously used in any of my sets already available on Soundcloud, the few tracks that have already featured, on this one I have played the equally as good Dub versions. The set has 32 amazing tracks, 5 of which are as of yet Unreleased DJ Only remixes. I really hope everyone enjoys listening to this mix as much as I have compiling and recording it. I would also like to say a huge thank you to the main man himself Michael Gray for all of his fantastic hard work over these past decades for giving us all this wonderful music, I Can’t wait to see what you produce in the future !! Thanks for listening everyone. Track List: 1.) Voyage - From East To West (Michael Gray Unreleased DJ Only Remix) 2.) Jay W. McGee - When We Party (Michael Gray Unreleased DJ Only Remix) 3.) Preluxe - You're The One For Me (Full Intention Vocal Dub) 4.) Michael Gray Feat. Tatiana Owens - Invincible (Original Mix) 5.) Ron Carroll Feat. Swaylo - Something Beautiful (Michael Gray Remix) 6.) Full Intention - America I Love America (Original Sugar Daddy Be 12" Mix) 7.) Robot Man Feat. Nanchang Nancy - Ready For This (Michael Gray Dub) 8.) Michael Gray - 24/7 Party People (Acapella) 9.) Michael Gray - From Here To Eternity (Michael Gray Remix) 10.) Spiritchaser Feat. Deanna Fearon - Tonight (Michael Gray Extended Remix) 11.) Bobby D'Ambrosio & Lasala - Runaway Love (Michael Gray Dub) 12.) Joe T Vanelli Project - Sweetest Day Of May (Full Intention Remix) 13.) Fantasy - You're Too Late (Michael Gray Remix) 14.) Michael Gray - Walk Into The Sun (Full Intention Remix) 15.) Mahogany - Ride On The Rhythm (Michael Gray Sultra Remix) 16.) Dajae & Full Intention - What Do You Want? (Vocal Mix) 17.) Adeva - In & Out Of My Life (Michael Gray Dubstrumental) 18.) Frankie Knuckles Presents. Satosha Tomiie - Tears (Full Intention Mix) 19.) Michael Gray Feat. Kimberly Brown - Keep Moving On (Michael Gray Glitterbox Mix) 20.) Brian Power Feat. Lucita Jules - Optimistic (Michael Gray Dub) 21.) Booker T & Kings Of Soul - If You Take My Love (Michael Gray Vocal Remix) 22.) Sleeque - One For The Money (Michael Gray Dub Mix) 23.) MFSB - Love Is The Message (Michael Gray Unreleased DJ Only Remix) 24.) Michael Gray Feat. Brutha Basil & Tatiana Owens - In My World (Acapella) 25.) Sam Karlson & Luke Delite Feat. Barbara Tucker - Grateful (Michael Gray Unreleased DJ Only Remix) 26.) Duke - So In Love With You (Full Intention 12" Mix) 27.) Dina Vass - The Love I Have For You (Full Intention Mix) 28.) Reel People - Can't Stop - (Michael Gray Remix) 29.) Donna Allen - Serious (Michael Gray Dub Mix) 30.) B.B & Q Band - On The Beat (Michael Gray Unreleased DJ Only Dub Mix) 31.) Sgt. Slick Feat. Karina Chavez - I Thank You (Michael Gray Extended Mix) 32.) Michael Gray Feat. Anthony Poteat & LaMay - Never Let You Down (Michael Gray Extended Mix) www.priokskfm.online https://ift.tt/kHgAhMO

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milkycarnations · 2 years

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Can u do proxies and Ben with an s/o that's has anger issues but cry when their angry? I'm not sure if ur asks are open so if it isn't just ignore this

Yup! Sorry, took a bit of a break. Here ya go!

Tim:

Worried. He babies you. You are baby.

Offers - and encourages - destruction. It may not be the healthiest outlet, but at this point it's all Tim knows.

Would let you punch him if you asked. Or if it was him who made you angry.

He just comes up to you and puts a plate in your hand. "Throw it".

Not the best at handling the situation, but knows how it feels to desperately want to stick your teeth into something. It's group screaming time.

Brian:

Brian understands anger. He sees how you feel. He knows how it feels, yet he unintentionally lacks empathy towards others. It's not something that is your fault.

Regardless, Brian tries to calm you down. He'll ask you what you want him to do. If you don't have much of a solid answer, he'll probably just stick close by - even if it feels a little awkward.

Even if he might not feel particularly bad, he still loves you and watches over you to make sure you don't get hurt in anyway.

You may feel like you're left to cry things out on your own, but as soon as you start to feel better he prepares a nice snack and cuddle time.

Toby:

He's rather familiar with anger. Out of all of the proxies, I'd say he understands your conflicted emotions more than anyone else.

Toby has bipolar disorder as well BPD. Since he was diagnosed at a young age, he's familiar with self-care techniques that he was taught to help ease anger. Essentially, he gives you advice and tries to help you.

Everytime you have an outburst of emotion, you and Toby end up laying on the floor staring at the ceiling and blasting music. Is it punk or death metal to feed your rage? Or is it indie folk and lo-fi beats to help relax? He lets you pick.

Ben:

He can be pretty disconnected from emotions - being dead and all.

He's the one to ask you outright why you're crying. He doesn't quite understand what it's like to cry when you're angry, but he's certainly felt angry before.

Once he understands and is used to you reacting this way, he tries to help. He's surprisingly slick.

Even if in your anger you reject help, somehow you find yourself watching old Disney animations or Studio Ghibli and drinking hot chocolate with a blanket wrapped over your shoulders.

He won't say much, but he's rubbing your back the whole way. If you're cool with that, of course.

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jin0 · 2 years

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Excuse me for attacking you out of nowhere, but here's a Concept™ I was thinking about during the entire Oscar's ceremony yesterday: Being Andrew's girl and just waiting for the ceremony to end so he can immediately drag you into some bathroom and have his consolation prize. Who cares if half of Hollywood realizes you two were fucking and everyone side eyes you as you arrive at the afterparty looking a mess? Even better, screw the afterparty. You and Andrew can go back to your hotel room and continue having your own private "party." Sorry, I'm a slut and those are the thots I had after seeing Andrew wearing his cute little outfit with the little bowtie and smiling like fucking prince charming. My brian refuses to keep it PG

baby i will never ask your brain to keep it PG 😌

but rumors about you two had been circling for a while about how 'attracted' you were to each other and how desperate you would be to basically jump each other's bones at all times.

you're both sitting side by side when the winner is announced and you clap together in will's honor but you already know that as soon as you get a second alone you're going to praise and worship him with every single one of your holes. he deserved to win in your eyes but you won't put too much energy on that and you'll focus on sucking him off nice and slow in the bathroom.

you'd been thinking the stylist for the large dress that allowed you to get on your knees while having it under your skin.

your eyes stayed on his while you sucked on his large girth, your fingers wrapped around the part of him you couldn't fit in. he was already pushing deeply down your throat and he expressed the evident arousal each time hus hips buckled into your mouth.

you were gagging loudly, his hand on your hair guiding your movements while you gripped his naked thighs. you both seemed to forget where you were, you too busy with the need to get your throat filled with cum and his incapacity to think straight.

"f-fuck... just like that, god... let that tongue taste me, yeah... good girl, fuck that's it baby... feel my balls ? so full of thick cum... all that just for you... fuck, i'm cumming bunny..."

you come out looking more than messy and that's just on the surface, they should see the state of your panties right now.

you're both in the car that's supposed to take you to the after party but with the way you're nuzzling on andrew's side, holding his arm between you thighs while kissing his neck tenderly. he can feel how wet you are since you've changed for a mini skirt and he can also feel that you don't have any panties anymore, probably loosing them somewhere.

when i tell you he was quick to ask to be taken back to the hotel, he probably didn't even register it himself.

as soon as you get back home, he's bending you in front of the door and smacking your pussy before shoving his longue fingers in. gathering your slick on his fingers, he sucks them dry before rubbing his cock on your cunt.

"feel that baby ? this fat cock needs a whole lot of comfort and reassurance. i'm gonna need you to wrap me in a nice, wet and tight hug. pretty pussy's already putting a smile on my face, already making me feel better."

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siriusblackloml · 2 years

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🍯 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 ... give me a line from your favorite book + a character of your choice and i’ll write a blurb about it! (please specify if you’d like SFW or NSFW)

Tom Riddle, SFW/NSFW your choice :)))

"But she would make it, because maybe he wasn't much of a warrior but if there was one thing that he was cut out for it was an epic and retarded act of love." - Hemlock Grove, Brian McGreevy

thanks for the request!~ (SFW)

everyone was starting to catch on that tom was out to get all the "mudbloods" who still roamed the hallways of hogwarts. he wasn't very slick about it all, he was downright evil the way he treated them differently than everyone else. you were one of them.

he was a prick, to say the least. and you clearly had enough.

tom had what looked like a million slytherin students gathered around the table in the great hall. it looked like a cult upon further notice, which wouldn’t be surprisingly coming from him. the boy was telling all sorts of tales of how disgusting mudbloods were and how they were enrolled in hogwarts out of pity. feeling the anger within you come to a boiling point, you finally stand up from an opposite table and stare the boy down in his direction.

"how dare you! you think you're nothing but pure gold. well i have news for you, riddle. you are nothing more nor less than what i am." you challenge him, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

tom hadn't known you personally, just knew you were a stupid little mudblood and that was it. but the confidence in your voice, the stride in your step, it was all a lot to take in. you were not threatening in the least bit...but damn you for getting his attention.

he wondered if you were strong enough to take on the stress of his power, his strength. it was a question that would soon be answered though, because within seconds tom's mind had started to wander towards the possibilities of your future. he thought maybe this girl would make it, because maybe he wasn't much of a warrior but if there was one thing that he was cut out for it was an epic and retarded act of love.

with that thought in mind, tom responds back, "i think you and i should have a nice chat, little miss-know-it-all."

he didn't do that with anyone. he rarely ever showed attention to those who were under his power. especially a mudblood! and yet, this was his first mistake. it was truly stupid to even engage in such conversation with you because he didn’t realize just how great of a person you were deep down. showing that small sliver of attraction towards you that would end up being his demise.

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bioodorange · 4 years

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|| Sweet Dream- Brian Thomas x Fem!Reader Smut ||

Credit to @sjoohun for revising and @creepy-bi-day and @junkies-drift for moral support!!

2.7k Words~ 4 hours

TW!! Smut, Nasty PP, Oversimulation, Thigh Riding, Teasing, Pet Name's, Wet Dreams, Slight Dub Con

The wall behind you was starting to feel a bit rough as your body pressed against it and you shook from your fourth orgasm. Usually you could have taken a bit more of this before feeling so weak but you were practically just a doll for his pleasure at this point.

As soon as your boyfriend had gotten home, he'd tossed you onto the bed and gotten above you. His hips moved roughly against yours as he looked at you with lust in his eyes. His member already hard and pressing to on to your senstive core making you shiver.

Moans and gasps left your parted lips and it was so hard to focus on anything else besides /him/. His tosseled hair, stained with a few beads of sweat. Dark eyes half lidded with lust and desire. His breath was warm and shallow, with the small grunts from the back of his throat. The feeling made your skin tingle as yet another whine left your lips.

"A-ah Brian!~" you managed to scream out. His movements slowing down only for the man to growl softly in response. He pulled his sweatshirt over his head with a swift movement. The sight of his bare, tanned, tender skin made you forget anything you intended on saying at that moment.

The clothing was tossed into the corner and long forgetten about as he leaned over your panting figure. His lips latchined onto your neck, leaving small love bites and hickies where ever his mouth touched. Occasionally, the man chuckled at the soft whining noises that came out of you, or the frantic movement of your hips while you tried to get pleasure from his still body.

"Someone's getting a little excited now, eh?" He said jokingly, before playfully biting your shoulder, leaving a red mark in his wake. His fingers ran down your sides and back up under your shirt. Large hands unclasping your bra and merely bunched it up above your breasts. The man was to lazy to pull the material off before touching you.

Eyeing up your bare chest, Brian palmed and squeezed one of your breasts with his bare hand. Seeing you arc your back at such a simple action gave him a sense of power. You were /his/. /his/ doll. /His/ pleasure. /his/ toy

Fondling the soft flesh in one hand, the man started to get a bit impatient and pulled away, his hands now resting on your hips. Looking to at your liver confused, you ground your self against him as if to ask why. Why he'd stopped touching you, why he'd taken the pleasure away

But he wasn't focused on what you wanted. No. He was proud to see your glazed eyes and mouth agape. The man had barley done anything to you and you were already whimpering and yearning for his touch. No one could make you feel as good as him.

Brian's hands glided over your skin, stopping at your waist. Glancing up, he looked you in the eyes, silently asking you if he could continue. A frantic nod and soft groan from you was all he needed to continue.

Pulling off your shorts and underwear, you aided him by kicking the material into some unknown corner of the room. "Good girl.." he praised softly, fingers gently rubbing your tender thighs as he dipped his head between your legs.

You were shaken from those memories with a tightness in your abdomen and a gruff voice in your ear. "still with me princess..? You were somewhere else for a minute.." Brian said, his head nestled in the crook of your neck as he roughly fucked into you

The dull ache from between your thighs was growing, your release approaching faster and faster. Grunts and soft moans filled the room, all while the coil inside you tightened. Building and building until it snapped

But instead of the orgasm youd been hoping for, you found yourself tangled in sheets and a drenched pair of shorts. The dream had felt and seemed so real. But it wasn't real enough to ease the heat between your slick thighs

You'd barely woken up and you were already slipping two fingers between your wet folds, parting them to reach ectasy.

Brian was out- he'd probably come right home and be asleep. You /needed/ him, you needed his hands gripping your hips, the rough pads of his fingers working you from the inside.

A keen moan pasted hour lips and you slipped another finger between your thighs, it wouldn't be enough to satisfy you. But hopefully enough so you could fall back asleep.

Tirelessly, you pumped your fingers in and out of your heat, the other hands palming and groping your own breast. You were still fully clothed, but you were to hot and bothered to strip down.

Little did you know a curious man watched from the door. His name on your lips was like a mantra. Your sweet lilte moans were for his ears only. The feeling of your tight walls and soft skin for his enjoyment- no one else

Yet there you sat, legs spread and body shaking. Pleasureaable noises left your lips as kept working your fingers. Someone was playing with his toy, what a shame they hadn't told him

"Seems like you've been a little busy, huh kitten? What was it you couldn't wait for daddy to come home?"

Hearing his voice made you stop in your tracks, excuses and pleads all mixed into one as he sat on your bed, laughing a bit while he shushed you

"No no baby it's ok, I understand.." he cooed reaching out and tucking some of your messy hair away from your fast, the desperate look in your eye asking for him to be nice

To not play or tease you- to just help settle the tightness in your core

Oh how wrong you were. You can not have one without the other.

Sitting up, you closed your thighs and pressed your hands to your lap. You were fully clothed yet it felt like his hands were running over your body, gently stroking every senstive spot on your skin. Anticipation could really rile people up.

"I don't want to stop you baby but I think you should finish the job off here." Brian quipped, patting his thigh softly. It was a cruel thing to do, his hard on a few inches away and you laid out all nice and pretty for him. As you crawled over, the man grabbed your his and pulled you over to straddle his leg.

Staring at the man, he kept up the smug look on his face simply waited. It looked like you were going to have to do all the work.

At first, rocking your hips didn't do much, you'd rather be laying back down and using your fingers. Deciding to let go of your dignity, you began grinding down on him. Your hips moved faster and you soon found the pleasure you were looking for.

The tireless movements of your body were forgotten to the feeling of rough denim on your thighs. God you wish you'd taken off your shorts. Gripping your lovers shoulders, you rested the crown of your head on his chest and moans escaped your lips.

Begining to bounce his leg, Brian gently cupped your cheek and made you face him and pleasure rippled through your body. "Just a little bit more baby and then I'll take care of you, okay princess?"

It was most likely an empty promise but your mind was to pleasure riden to think straight. The bouncing of his knee seemed to get more intense as you used your remaining energy to hump his leg as if your life depended on it.

The closer you got the harder it was to keep your head up. It'd be so easy to shut your eyes and let Brian guide your hips up and down his thigh.

Moaning loudly, spots of white entered your vision as you slumped down on his chest. Your release was sweet but not enough. Cum stained your shorts and plush thighs yet the ache between your legs was still there.

"That wasn't so hard now was it?" Your boyfriend asked as he laid you down, nestling his hips between your thighs and pulling your shirt off. Bucking your hips lazily against his, you reached up to tug his sweatshirt off only to have your hand swatted away. "That's a privilege you have to earn kitten" he beamed.

Huffing in protest, you flopped back onto the bed as the man removed your shorts and spread your legs. The man's gaze and faint breath so close to your core made you buck your hips, pleasure was so close but so out of reach.

Fanning his warm breath over your slit, he chuckled watching you groan and squirm a bit as he slipped two fingers inside of your entrance. You were plenty wet enough for him to work his fingers and and out with ease.

Spreading his fingers, Brian hummed as he scissored you, shoving them in deep and parting them. Seeing your face contort in pleasure was something he'd kill for. You looked so pleased yet so needy at the same time.

"How's it feel baby, you're being awfully quiet" he teased, curling his fingers on the soft spongey part deep in your core. Before you could answer a loud, shaky moan passed your lips, thighs clenching together around his hand.

"Hm, I can't hear you..." He pondered, spreading your legs again and holding one of your thighs down gently. "Just answer me, it's one question" he pointed out, working his fingers inside you rougher digging right into the senstive spot inside you.

More groans and sounds of desperation left your lips. It would be so easy to give in. The pleasure coursing through you made it hard to talk, especially to Brian. The man sitting besides you a sadistic grin plastered on his face

His fingers eased up and he raised an eyebrow at your awkward expression. "I-t feels so go-~ AH!~" just as you began sitting up the man pressed his fingers to the spot, slipping in a third one to help the cause.

"Come on princess all you have to do is say it and I'll let you cum. Brian taunted, watching you huff and groan below him.

Pressing the rough pad of his thumb to your clit, he began rubbing small, tight circles around it. The pleasure was almost enough to make you cry, the erge to release was driving you mad. It was impossible to speak especially with your boyfriend's fingers inside you.

"I-t feels..." Your breaths began getting shallow, your annoyance with your boyfriend rising. Why couldn't he just make this easy for you? Bowing your head a little, locks of hair surrounded your face. Steadying your breath the best you could, you looked up to see his expectant face.

"It feels good, so so good.." you said softly, clenching your thighs around his hand. Grinning a bit, Brian was satisfied with your answer. He added a fourth finger and pumped them in and out of you while his thumb rubbed your clit.

Your core began to tighten around him as your climax approached. Hands gripped the sheets beneath you as your back arched.

Cum ran down your thighs and onto your boyfriend's fingers and you lay there, panting and relieved. His fingers had felt amazing but you knew it wasn't over yet.

Sitting on his knees, Brian pulled off his shirt and jeans then discarded his boxers as well. His dark blonde hair was messy and sticking up, sweat ran down his tanned skin. Various scars criss crossed his bare body. He was beautiful.

Leaning over, Brian smiled softly and gently pumped his hard member. You noticed the pre cum dripping from his tip as you spread your legs a bit more for him.

Bending over, the man laid his hands besides your head as your arms loosely linked around his neck. You two had had sex many times before but, it still took a few moments for you to adjust to his length.

In one deep thrust, he was inside you stretching out your walls nicely. Lolling your head back a soft moan passed your lips whilst your lover began a gentle pace. It felt nice, having him so close, sharing a few sensual kisses and breathy words.

Until you noticed the small smirk on his face, and the fact he seemed to be letting up bit by bit. That God damn tease. Groaning a bit in annoyance, you bucked your hips up a few times looking him in the eyes. "What's wrong baby is it not enough?" He said laughing a bit as pulled out of you and pulled your small figure into his lap.

"No it's not.." you huffed, resting your head on his chest and rubbing your thighs together, arms crossed. "I've never left you unsatisfied, have I?" He asked. You only sighed in response, knowing he had a point.

Giving you a soft kiss, the man kept you both sitting up. Turning your body to face him, Brian slid you back onto his cock and grabbed your hips. "Go on one Princess, I'm all yours."

To tired of waiting to complain, you began riding him. The sound of skin on skin filled the room as your movements became more intense. Laboured breaths and mews of pleasure passed your lips all while Brian sat back and enjoyed the show.

Tightening his hold on your hips the man began guiding you, relieving you of some of your work. Senstive from two previous orgasms, your third one approached quickly. By then your thighs ached and you were practically a ragdoll as he railed into you.

Shutting your eyes, his thrusts slowed as cum flowed from your pussy and over his toned thighs. Chuckling softly he relished in the feeling off seeing your face, pleased and tired. But he still needed his own fill.

Laying you back down on your back, Brian didn't miss a beat and began thrusting inside you again. A bit oversimulated at this point, you rested with a sort of "ahegao face", lips parted and glazed eyes angled up.

God you looked so fucking pretty, hair fanned out on the pillow and breasts bouncing with each thrust. Taking your thighs over his shoulders, the man pressed his thumb to your clit and started rubbing tight circles around it.

His rougher pace and added attention to your clit was a bit to much, but lazily trying to push his hand away didn't do anything. Walls tightening, you could feel your release approaching- his was too. The way his cock twitched inside you and his nails dug into the skin of your thigh, you knew he was close.

And then all of the sudden it hit you like a wave, your over done cunt squeezed around his tight member yet he didn't stop. Cum mixed with sweat between you too as he kept up the rough pace, chasing his own high now.

Whining for him to let you rest, maybe set your legs down, you had an odd sensation in your abodoman. Moaning his name, Brian finally came. Thick ropes of cum filled you up as he let out a deep groan of pleasure, his hips calming down but not stopping.

And then he felt it, an odd sensation on his lower stomach. Gazing down he saw your face screwed in pleasure as a clear liquid squirted from your pussy all over your thighs and his groin. It was amazing.

Panting a bit, you looked a bit embarrassed at the mess you made. But, seeing him pull out was a relief you could finally relax and go back to bed. Reaching up, you tried to grab him only to have him turn you over onto your kneees in response.

"Oh no princess, were gonna see if you can do that again." He grinned, rubbing the head of his cock on your puffy walls you let out a groan in protest. This was going to be a long night.

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assonyaa · 3 years

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Layers | John Bender

PART 2 - “Shut up, you mall-maggot.”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Bender gets up and sits on the railing across from us.

"What do you say we close that door. We can't have any kind of party with Vernon checking us out every few seconds."

Brian after staying shut for the duration of the boys' argument, finally says something.

"Well, you know the door's s'posed to stay open."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious!"

I got up and walked over to the railing that Bender was sitting at, standing on his left side. I grabbed Bender's hand and played with his glove.

"So what?" Bender finally replies to Brian.

"So why don't you just shut up? There's five other people in here you know." Andrew says after attempting to ignore John with all he had in him.

"Well four others who don't agree, a party sounds nice." I look at Andrew and smirk, then continue to look at Bender's hand.

"God you can count. See! I knew you had to be smart to be a- a wrestler." John says looking at Andrew.

I attempted to let go of his hand but he quickly interlocked them. He acted as if it was nothing and continued to listen to Andrew.

"Who the hell are you to judge anybody anyway?"

"Really." Claire replied agreeing with Andrew almost right away. I look at Claire who stares at our hands and mock her. She sticks up her middle finger at me and continues to listen in to the boys.

"You know Bender," Andrew started, sounding just like my father, I just knew it'll be something fucked up. "You don't even count. I mean if you disappeared forever it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school."

I stood there in shock and anger. Bender tenses up and slightly squeezes my hand, his vulnerability doesn't show as it quickly washes away before he thinks of something slick to say.

"Well I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team."

Claire and Andrew both look at each other and laugh as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

"Maybe the prep club too! Student council." I chuckle at his sarcasm as Andrew, seemingly, takes things seriously.

"No, they wouldn't take you."

Bender placed his right hand on his chest.

"I'm hurt."

The sarcasm dials down a bit before Claire starts talking once again.

"You know why guys like you knock everything," Bender whispers a little 'Oh, this should be stunning' to me before allowing Claire to proceed.

"It's 'cause you're afraid."

"You're serious?" I roll my eyes at her.

"Oh, God!" Bender mocked enthusiastically. "You richies are so smart, that's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities!"

"You're a big coward!" Claire shouts out.

"Oh, bite me Claire!" I spat out and walked forward a bit. "Just because he doesn't do that country club bullshit you and all your other little friends do, doesn't make him a coward."

Bender pulled me back by the hand he was still hold on to while Brian blabbered.

"I'm in the math club."

"See you both are afraid they won't take you. You don't belong so you just have to dump all over it." Claire clearly not caring what I had to say, continued with her irrelevant speech.

"Well it wouldn't have to do with you activities people being assholes, now would it?" Bender fired back. I nodded agreeing with every bit of his words.

"Well, you wouldn't know. You don't even know any of us."

"We know you and I think that's enough." I muttered, John looked at me smirking slightly knowing just how pissed off I was. He then looks back up at Claire.

"Well I don't know any lepers either but I'm not gonna run out and join their fucking clubs."

"Hey let's watch the mouth, huh?" Andrew intervened.

All of our conversations seemed to always be between the four of us. Allison hasn't said a word and Brian keeps blabbering.

"I'm in the physics club too."

I looked over at Brian who seemed to feel left out.

"S'cuse me a sec," Bender says to Claire and I. "What are you blabbing about?"

Brian uneasily looks over at Bender.

"Well, what I said was, I'm in the math club, the Latin club and the physics club...physics club."Bender nods and turns back to Claire and I.

"Hey Cherry," Claire looks annoyed knowing he is speaking about her. "Do you belong to the physics club?"

She looked dumbfounded for a second before looking at him.

"That's an academic club." She replied in a duh tone.

"So?"

"So...academic clubs aren't the same as other kinda of clubs." She shrugged slightly looking at the both of us.

"Oh, but to dorks like him," I pointed to Brian. "They are."

Bender turns to Brian including him in the conversation completely.

"What do you guys do in your club?"

"In physics, um, we ah, we talk about

physics...about properties of physics."

I pulled away from Bender, although I didn't want to, and sat back down at the table I was before.

"So it's sorta social...demented and sad, but social. Right?"

"Yeah, well, I guess you could consider it a social situation." Brian seemed slightly nervous speaking to the intimidating John Bender but he continued nonetheless. "I mean there are other children in my club and uh, at the end of the year we have, um, you know, a big banquet, at the, uh, at the Hilton."

"So," I started. "You load up, you party..."

Well, no, we get dressed up..." Brian faces me now. "I mean, but, we don't...we don't get high."

As if she knew how annoying she was to me and how I felt about her, the princess spoke up.

"Only burners like you two get high..."

"Shut up, you mall-maggot." Claire ignored me but certainly didn't enjoy the idea of Bender pulling me up from the seat and grabbing onto my waist to ensure I wasn't gonna go after the bitch.

"And, uh, I didn't have any shoes. So I had to borrow my dad's. It was kinda weird 'cause my mom doesn't like me to wear other people's shoes." As Brian kept on speaking what sounded like utter gibberish, I thought, does the princess actually have a thing for Bender. I didn't like the idea but hell if that's the case, why should I care?

"And, uh, my cousin Kent...my cousin Kendall from, uh, Indiana... He got high once and you know, he started eating like really weird foods. And uh, and then he just felt like he didn't belong anywhere. You know, kinda like, you know "Twilight Zone" kinda." Bender, surprisingly, just listened intently to Brian's story. I was a bit shocked seeing that he didn't get bored of the conversation when clubs started to be mentioned.

"Sounds like you." Claire told Bender, giggling slightly. I laugh mockingly in my head but my face of disgust is clear.

"Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come right in here." Andrew's goody two shoes side was showing as he's had enough of our chats. "I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads."

I give Andrew the same look of disgust as I gave Claire.

"What a square." I whispered to Bender, he chuckled and looked at Andrew.

"Oh and wouldn't that be a bite." Bender let out a moan of sarcastic agony. "Missing a whole wrestling meet!"

“Well you wouldn't know anything about it! You never competed in your whole life!” Andrew was furious at this point.

“Oh, I know,” Bender was bound to say something that’ll offend Andrew. “I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys that roll around on the floor with other guys!”

“Ahhh, you’d never miss it. You don't have any goals.”

“Oh, but I do!”

“Yeah?”

“Andrew, you’ve dug yourself a hole.” I state laughing because I knew Bender would turn it all to humor for his own entertainment.

“I wanna be just like you! I figure all I need's a labotamy and some tights!” Bender joked. I couldn’t help myself but laugh. And as if on cue Brain and I both asked, “You wear tights?”

Brian was genuinely curious while I laughed, making fun of Andrew for his uniform.

“No I don't wear tights, I wear the required uniform.”

“Tights.” Bender confirms.

“Shut up!”

“Aw, c’mon Layers, leave the poor guy and his tights alone.” I’m sure no one understood me as I was still laughing my ass off. Bender joined in the laughter before quieting down once we heard Vernon’s foot steps.

Bender quickly sat down in between Claire and Andrew. He saw me still standing and pulled me down onto his lap. We hear the door to Vernon’s office open then close and Bender laughs. He then gets up and heads to the door of the library.

“You know there's not s'posed to be any monkey business!” The dork speaks out. Bender turns back around and points at him.

“Young man, have you finished your paper?” Imitating Vernon, he turns back around and goes over to the door. He looks around cautiously, making sure Vernon couldn’t see, and casually took the screw from the door out.

“What are you gonna do?” Claire asks surprised as if she wasn’t expecting him to find some way to close the door.

“Drop dead, I hope!” Andrew furiously answers her question for Bender.

I couldn’t help but think, ‘God, these people are such losers.’

#movies #hot #80s film #80s heartthrob #80s fashion #80s nostalgia #80s movies #john bender #the breakfast club #breakfast #club #rhiannon #John #bender #criminal

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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years

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Ya think we could see some uhhhhh yandere Brian vs Yandere Tim over someone and them just not being willing to share at all (or them dominating an s/o together sjdjsjshjsjd it's ok if ya don't!!!!!) 😳😳😳

Yandere Hoodie and Yandere Masky Not Willing to Share/Dominating F!SO

I listened to WAP the entire time I wrote this, nice vibes. I made it headcanons because ngl I do not have the mental energy to fully flesh this out, apologies---- if you are a minor, DNI

[Warnings: double penetration, jealous sex, language, creampie, general rough sex]

So, normally when I think of poly relationships in creepypasta, they're all so extremely possessive literally none of them would even consider being in a poly relationship except for Brian and Tim. It just makes sense imo, those two would want to date each other and you at the same time.

Also I write Brian/Hoodie and Tim/Masky as different people. This time, I'm writing them much more as Hoodie and Masky

Now that that's out of the way-

What a situation you've found yourself in!

They're both extremely devoted, possessive partners. As yanderes, this is only exacerbated.

In the beginning, it was kind of hard to balance them because they're constantly at each other's throats.

Masky has a devotion to him that you can't quite understand. He values Hoodie as his best friend, but good gods he does not want that man standing in between him and you.

Hoodie is the exact same way.

Most days, this works into really biting words and venomous glances and glares.

You try to mediate them, but it's so hard lmfao.

One way you can mediate this, rather, they take it into their own hands, is them just dragging you off and fucking some sense into you. That's literally it.

"You can't just keep hogging her," Masky hisses, dark eyes full of frustration as Hoodie holds you closer on his lap. You can feel Hoodie's thumbs rubbing small circles on your waist.

"What are you going to do about it?" He cockily replies back.

Masky stalks over. "Fucking watch me."

Here you are now, thrown onto the bed, stuck in between them. You can hardly breathe as Masky kisses at your thighs and Hoodie fondles your chest, his lips connected to your neck. Hoodie's hazel eyes peer through the lust to see Masky leaving marks on your thighs. "Don't you dare-"

Masky leaves a bruised kiss, planting his signature on your skin.

Hoodie rolls his eyes and begins to mark up your neck, his fingers teasing your nipples, earning sinful sounds from your mouth.

Masky furrows his brows and drags his fingers into your heated pussy, his tongue swirling your clit, making you cry out.

Hoodie grumbles something under his breath before capturing your lips with his, his hands caressing your body.

They're trying to hard to one up each other but you don't care! You are lost in the pleasure.

Masky's fingers begin to fuck you harder, the slick coating him and he chuckles against your skin. "Look at you," he murmurs as he trails those kisses down your slit.

Hoodie's eyes briefly flick down before he squeezes your chest just a little harder. You close your eyes and buck into Masky's hand.

Masky's tongue dives past your puffy, bruised lips lapping at your sweetness.

"Turn her over," Hoodie huskily breathes, palming his cock as he says it.

Masky obliges, flipping you so you're on your hands and knees like you weigh nothing. He hums as he spreads your legs apart and noses you, his tongue licking your lips before his fingers hold your pussy open to him. He wiggles his tongue back in, chuckling when you shudder against him.

Hoodie's thumb traces your bottom lip. "Open."

And you do.

Before you know it, his cock is stuffed in your mouth, his hair tickling your nose as he brushes his fingers against your scalp. He's not taking his time, just using you. The way he looks down at you is kinda hot though.

"You're such an animal," Masky says as he rolls his eyes before another broad lick of his tongue up your slit. He takes out his cock, ready to bury it inside of you when Hoodie momentarily pauses.

"You greedy bastard," he chuckles.

"you're the one abusing her throat," Masky shrugs, the head of his cock rubbing up and down your pussy.

You moan against Hoodie, eyes looking up at him with desire.

"Where do you want me?" Hoodie asks, slowly leaving your mouth, the pearls of precum creating thin strings that connect from your lips to his cock.

Your eyes glance backwards.

"Use your words."

Hoodie raises a brow and glances at Masky.

"If that's what she wants," he hums.

"Fine, then you're bottoming."

"What?"

Hoodie pushes you back to Masky's chest, the brown haired man having no choice but to let you on his lap and fold against him as he catches you.

Hoodie reaches down, spreads your pussy open with his fingers and uses his other hand to guide Masky in, a small grin on his lips as he does so. "Buck your hips."

Masky plants his lips to your shoulder and does so, filling you thickly, and almost completely.

A sharp moan leaves your throat as he does so, every inch of his thick cock dragging against your walls, his veins pulsing.

Masky grunts as he does so, his hands gripping your thighs as he holds you apart.

"Let me get you ready for him," Masky mumbles in your ear as he begins to rut his hips into you, making your heart bound in your chest.

The feeling is almost overwhelming as Hoodie fingers your clit, rubbing and circling you.

Your mind goes hazy with lust as Masky fucks you harder, his strong hands holding your thighs apart as Hoodie rubs himself.

"Think she's ready?" Hoodie muses.

"Why don't you find out?" Masky teases, lips pressing to your neck. He's once again holding you open wide for Hoodie.

Hoodie's fingers leave your clit before he lines up with your filled cunt. He presses his lips to yours, capturing you warmly, teeth clashing together to distract you momentarily as he slips his cock inside of you, brushing against Masky's.

You let out a loud cry, tears filling your eyes from the pure over stimulation, thighs tensing and your hands flying to Hoodie's back as he thrusts his hips upwards, eventually sheathing himself inside of you.

"Good girl," he murmurs as he pulls from your lips, gently kissing your tears away.

You pant deeply as both he and Masky still inside of you.

"You okay?" They ask softly, peppering your warm skin in kisses.

You nod, your body growing used to the feeling of both of them. You lean back into Masky's chest as both he and Hoodie begin to move at the same pace.

You feel so impossibly full and can't help but mewl as their hands reach down between your legs, playing with your clit and not leaving any part of you unattended.

Every now and then, they chide the other, but they're getting lost in the pleasure too.

They mark you up so much!!

Eventually, they work up to a damn near brutal pace.

You're crying out in pleasure, thighs tensed as they buck into you.

Masky is gripping you so tightly.

Hoodie is thrusting in deeper and deeper.

You're so close to breaking.

They are too.

A string of curses leave their mouths as they pull back, roughly thrusting back into you, pushing you over your limit.

You almost scream, your orgasm ripping through you and making your cunt spasm, creaming rings around them, your thighs clamping together.

It's enough to throw them over the edge as well.

Suddenly, it's warm, really really warm. Masky growls as he curls into you, hands gripping your body as thick, creamy ropes of cum spurt out from him. Hoodie grits his teeth as his hips stutter forwards, his cock weeping cum into you.

They rut gently into you, ensuring you're filled as they ride out their highs.

One of your hands lovingly trace Hoodie's back, the other gripping Masky's hand.

You glance down at your abdomen that's puffed out from the sheer amount of cum - a heat rises over your cheeks.

Masky's lips rest on your neck again. "Good job," he murmurs.

Hoodie nuzzles the crown of your head, his lips planting softly.

You take in deep, labored breaths, a small, wiry smile spreading over your lips. "Are you guys gonna be territorial more often?"

Masky's dark eyes look into Hoodie's hazel ones.

Large smiles bloom over their faces, laughter overtakes the room.

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dear-indies · 3 years

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Hello, I hope you're having a good day! Would you mind suggesting fcs in their 20s and early 30s with lots of tattoos? Ethnicity and gender isn't important - a mix actually helps, because I'm not just looking for myself, I'm trying to help some friends replace fcs like Emeraude Toubia and Matt Daddario as well (for a shadowhunters rp). Thank you, and love all your help on this blog!

Non-binary:

Asia Kate Dillon (1984) Ashkenazi Jewish / Unspecified - non-binary (they/them).

Nico Tortorella (1988) - genderfluid (they/them) - polyamorous and queer.

Ilona Verley (1995) Nlaka’pamux - two-spirit and genderfluid (they/them she/her).

Nat Ćmiel / Yeule (1997) Chinese-Singaporean - non-binary - she/they.

Woman:

Jaimie Alexander (1984) - Blindspot.

Sara X (1986)

Sara Fabel (1986)

Alysha Nett (1987)

Erica Fett (1987)

Ryan Ashley (1987)

Cally-Jo (1989)

VJ Bani (1989) Indian.

Catherine McNeil (1989)

Grace Neutral (1989) - asexual.

Anh Wisle (1991) Vietnamese.

Unimerce (1991)

Samii Ryan (1991)

Ruby Riott (1991)

Maliibu Miitch (1991) African-American.

Julie Vu (1992) Vietnamese - trans.

Kanya Sesser (1992) Thai - born without legs.

Slick Woods (1993) African-American - bisexual.

Bia Arantes (1993) Brazilian - Órfãos da Terra.

Ahn Lina (1994) Korean.

Zoey Deutch (1994) Ashkenazi Jewish / Irish, English, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, Swiss-German, distant Dutch - Vincent N Roxxy.

Stef Sanjati (1995) - has Waardenburg Syndrome - trans.

Kehlani (1995) African-American, French, Blackfoot, Cherokee, Spanish, Mexican, Filipino, Scottish, English, German, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, and Welsh, as well as distant Cornish, Irish, Choctaw - queer, pansexual and polyamorous.

Sasha Lane (1995) African-American, Māori, English, Scottish, Sorbian, French, Cornish, distant German, Italian, Belgian Flemish, Russian, and Northern Irish - bisexual.

Mei Pang (1996) Malaysian-Chinese.

Rico Nasty (1997) African-American / Puerto Rican.

Andy Blossom (1998) Chinese.

Keaton Belle (1999)

Nini / tattooist_nini (?) Korean - thanks to @kcrph!

Júlia Maria Vecchi (?) Brazilian.

Polly Ellens (?)

Mary-Leigh Maxwell (?)

Kandi Maiolo (?)

Anya Sugar (?)

Alisha Gory (?) Korean.

Pia Kristine Cruz (?) Unspecified.

Nipha Willard (?) Thai.

Men:

Dexter Lumis (1984)

Travis DesLaurier (1985)

Jimmy Uso (1985) Samoan.

Jey Uso (1985) Samoan.

Roman Reigns (1985) Samoan, as well as one sixteenth English / English, Italian/Sicilian.

Bradley Soileau (1986)

Josh Beech (1986)

Timothy Granaderos (1986) - T@gged.

Matt Heafy (1986) Japanese / Irish, German.

André Hamann (1987)

Ricki Hall (1987)

Don Benjamin (1987) African-American / possibly Irish, Unspecified Native American.

Brian Won-Jun Moon / Los (1987) Korean - thanks to @kcrph!

Steven Porter (1988)

Ricochet (1988) African-American.

Teddy Q / James Quaintance III (1988)

Caio Castro (1989) Brazilian.

Rob Raco (1989)

Billy Huxley (1989)

Tom Maden (1989) Irish, French, Belgian [Walloon], Portuguese, Afro-Caribbean, African-American, English, German - Lifeline.

Simon Kotyk (1990)

Ketan Jogia (1990) Gujrati Indian / English, Welsh, German, Irish, French-Canadian/French.

Chris John Millington (1990)

Stephen James (1990)

Choi Myung-Hwan / Mokyo (1991) Korean.

Shuntaro Yanagi (1991) Japanese - Aline in Borderlands.

Mikkel Gregers Jensen (1991)

Lin Zhirong / marz23 (1991) Taiwanese.

Jake Choi (1992) Korean.

Chadoy Leon (1992) African-American.

Maurice Sinclair (1992)

Ryan Cassata (1993) - trans.

Cody Saintgnue (1993) Cherokee, possibly other.

Choi Wonjae / Kid Milli (1993) Korean - thanks to @kcrph!

Kyle Beaumont (1994)

Scarlxrd (1994) Jamaican, Ghanaian / Jamaican, White.

Vadim Ivanov (1994)

Kim Hyeunwoong / Bloo (1994) Korean - thanks to @kcrph!

Miles McKenna (1995) - trans.

Lil Xan (1996)

Do Han-se (1997) Korean.

ZillaKami (1998) African-American.

Poorstacy (1999) African-American.

Iann Dior (1999) Afro-Puerto Rican.

Trippie Redd (1999) Irish, Unspecified Native American, African-American.

Xiu Akay / hewinterriver.9 (?) Chinese - thanks to @kcrph!

Lim Jino / jjinnno (?) Korean - thanks to @kcrph!

Nar / _narcissism_9 (?) Korean - thanks to @kcrph!

Charlie Knepper (?)

I’m not sure if you only wanted suggestions for those two or for people in general so have both!

The fandom has a huge incest problem so please DO NOT use any of these suggestions for incestuous content this goes without saying but this of course includes adoptive siblings, half siblings and not knowing they’re siblings.

Also please cast Magnus as part Indonesian!

#fc help #rph #rpc #incest tw #Anonymous

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citrinekay · 4 years

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Hiiii I dunno if you're still doing prompts but i've been thinking about a drabble where Bill and Holden are at home and they're both a little tipsy and Holden talks Bill into slow dancing with him, I just need some cute domestic fluff tbh, thanksss

HI Ash! Sorry for the delay in answering this 😫 life has been so busy and stressful these past couple weeks, but I finally got a chance to sit down and write this little thing that’s been bouncing around in my head ever since you sent this message. Hopefully you are still yearning for the domestic fluff, because this is fluffy to the max! Enjoy 💕

When Holden wakes on Saturday morning, the mellow, morning sunlight creeping across the unoccupied side of his bed illuminates the vacancy in a way that makes his chest tighten. If he closes his eyes, he can imagine the dust motes sailing, hitting bare skin, the radiating warmth of body heat, hands winding around his waist to pull him closer. But he’s never liked feeling needy or dependent on anyone - not until recently.

He tries to set aside the lonely patter of his thoughts, but when he goes into the kitchen to put some breakfast together, his gaze settles nervously on the telephone.

Last weekend, it was Bill’s turn having Brian. The week before that, Holden was over at Bill’s house, and they were making out on the couch. It seems like a small eternity ago, almost unbearable. He wants to call and invite himself over, but Bill has never been the doting type. He doesn’t appreciate clingy behavior or other people invading his personal space. This thing between them is still too new for that kind of closeness.

Holden dispels the thought of calling, and turns his attention to making breakfast. Afterward, he busies himself by checking the contents of the refrigerator and deciding he needs to stop at the grocery store.

On the weekend, the store is fairly busy, and he takes his time shuffling down the crowded aisles and ticking items off his list once they hit the cart. He trolls the familiar shelves by rote, allowing his mind to wander and predict the rest of the day. Maybe he’ll go for a run later or settle in with a book. More than likely, he’ll end up pouring over the case files he brought home with him. Relaxing has never come easy to him, just like the vulnerability of missing someone.

When Holden gets back to his apartment, juggling two paper sacks of groceries and his keys, the shrill ring of his telephone reaches past the front door. Muttering a curse, he sets down one sack in order to unlock the door, and quickly drags the groceries inside. The telephone continues ringing as he knocks the door shut, stumbles past the grocery sacks into the kitchen, and swipes for the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Hey.” Bill’s voice reaches from the other end of the line, at ease and fond, shattering Holden’s dour mood in seconds.

“Bill, hi.” Holden says, a smile pushing unbidden at his cheeks.

“Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“No, I was just coming back from the store. It’s okay. What’s up?”

“Nothing, I was just thinking about you.”

Holden turns to lean his hips against the kitchen counter, and bites back a growing grin. “Really? That’s funny.”

“Why?”

“Because, I was thinking about you.” Holden says, clutching the phone tighter as nervous butterflies rouse in his belly.

“Were you, now?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Well, it seems like we’re on the same page then.” Bill says, his tone modest yet holding a note of anticipation.

“About what?”

“You coming over tonight.”

The butterflies explode, not painfully but joyously. Holden purses his lips, but he can’t help the excited grin that stretches across his mouth.

“That sounds great.” He says, attempting not to betray his over-eagerness.

“Yeah?” Bill asks, the relief in his voice matching the warmth in Holden’s chest. “I wasn’t sure how you’d feel. I know last week in New Hampshire was hard on you. I figured you’d want to rest-”

“No.” Holden says, quickly. “Not at all. I want to come over.”

“Great. We don’t have to do anything crazy.” Bill says, “Order some take-out, watch a movie …”

“Yeah, that all sounds good. When do you want me to come over?”

“I’ve got some chores around the house to finish up. How does five o’clock sound?”

“Good. Perfect.”

“Okay. See you then.”

After they hang up, Holden stands in the middle of the kitchen with a bewildered smile lingering on his face. His fears about coming off as too needy sink below the surface, leaving behind the warm hum of anticipation in his belly. The realization that Bill wants this - them - just as much as he does rises up slowly right next to the bubbling excitement, but Holden doesn’t try to dwell on the particulars; he has to seize this moment while it lasts.

Holden pulls his car into the driveway of Bill’s house at 4:45. He prefers to be early, but today’s punctuality exists more out of uncurbed enthusiasm rather than timely diligence. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from getting himself ready early and leaving his apartment ahead of schedule. He’s sure Bill won’t mind.

Getting out of the car, he jogs up the front steps, and raps his knuckles on the front door. He doesn’t have to wait long before he hears Bill’s footfalls approach and the latch click open.

Holden glances up from his shoes to see Bill holding the door open. He has a kitchen towel over his shoulder, and his cheeks are faintly flushed. Immediately, the mouth-watering scents of cooking dinner wafts from behind his shoulders.

“Hi.” Bill says, his mouth fending off a smug smile.

“Hi…” Holden says, slowly, a frown tugging at his brow.

“Come on in.”

Bill stands aside as Holden creeps across the threshold, pinning him with a curious gaze.

“What smells so good?” Holden asks as Bill pulls the door shut behind him.

Bill’s hand clasps his hip as he leans in to plant a warm kiss on Holden’s cheek. “Dinner.”

“Dinner?” Holden echoes, his brows rising. “You said we were going casual.”

“I know. I wanted to surprise you.”

“I’m practically in pajamas.” Holden protests, haplessly. “I would have dressed up if you told me you were making me dinner and-”

“Hey,” Bill interrupts, his eyes twinkling. “Hush, will you? I’m not worried about what you’re wearing.”

Holden purses his lips, and gently leans into Bill’s chest. Peeking up past his eyelashes and the flush climbing his cheeks, he murmurs, “Right. Sorry. I should be thanking you.”

“You can thank me later.” Bill whispers, planting a fleeting kiss on Holden’s mouth before he turns to go back into the kitchen.

Holden trails behind him, his disbelief growing as he enters the kitchen to see the table set with the nice china dishware and a glass vase at the center that holds a large bouquet of purple and white flowers.

“Wow.” Holden says, pausing in the doorway to gather himself. “Bill, this is …”

“A surprise?” Bill asks as he leans down to open the oven.

“Yes. Very much so.”

Bill pulls the pot out of the oven, and sets it down on the top of the stove. When the lid comes off, the aromatic scent of seasoned pork roast makes Holden’s mouth water.

“Then I succeeded.” Bill says, casting him a smile.

Holden shuffles closer to the table, trying to curb his excitement as he bends over to smell the flowers.

“Are these for me?”

“Yep.” Bill says, sounding casual as he carves into the roast.

“Well, well. I didn’t know you were such a romantic.”

“I’m not. But I figured you would appreciate it.”

“Why’s that? I don’t consider myself a romantic either.”

Bill casts him a dubious glance over his shoulder.

“What? I’m not.” Holden protests.

Bill smirks, and turns his attention back to plating the food.

Holden sighs, and rubs one of the flower petals between his thumb and forefinger. “Well, I have to admit, they are nice. I hope you didn’t spend too much on them.”

“Didn’t your mother teach you it’s rude to ask how much a gift costs?”

“Yes. She also taught me not to kiss boys so …. We’re in new territory, aren’t we?”

Setting aside his fork and knife, Bill turns to catch Holden by the wrist and reel him in. Both arms wind around his waist, pulling him into a firm embrace. A shiver runs through him, leaving his knees weak and his hands clutching at the front of Bill’s shirt. The thrill of warmth ends in his belly when Bill’s eyes swallow him, then his mouth comes down to turn Holden’s world inside out and upside down. Dizzy, giddy satisfaction crushes through his veins at the first sweet dash of Bill’s mouth against his own, increasing to a dazed hum when the strokes deepen and Bill’s tongue slips against his palate.

Holden clings to Bill’s chest until the kiss ends with a slick disconnect of lips and panting breath. He opens his eyes slowly, shuddering.

Bill gazes down at him, a faint smirk resting on the damp corner of his mouth. “I’ve been thinking about doing that all day.” He murmurs.

Holden flushes hotly, and chokes on a reply.

Bill chuckles. “I guess your mom didn’t tell you how great kissing boys would be, huh?”

“Not in the slightest.” Holden whispers, offering a strangled laugh.

“Come on.” Bill says, nudging him toward the table. “Sit down. Dinner’s ready.”

Holden sinks to his chair, grateful for the support now that his legs have been turned to jelly. Part of him had meant to come here tonight feeling in control of emotions and sexually powerful. He’d meant to accept Bill’s invitation, but not act too eager. Ten minutes into the evening and he’s ready to faint like a virgin, longing for another kiss, longing for more - Bill’s hands all over his body, making him forget everything his mother ever taught him.

After Bill sets the dinner plates in front of them and pours them each a glass of wine, he sits down across from Holden with a pleased sigh.

“Go ahead.” He urges as Holden toys with his fork.

“This looks really good.” Holden says, leaning forward to apply his fork and knife to the pork.

Bill watches eagerly as he takes a bite and the tender, juicy flavor fills his mouth.

“Mm, wow. It tastes really good, too.” Holden says around the bite.

“Good.” Bill says, taking up his own fork. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

They both fall quiet for a few moments as they eat, the quiet clink of silverware on china filtering above the rush in Holden’s ears. He peeks past the bouquet of flowers, feeling his chest swelling and opening the same as the soft petals. It’s difficult to hold onto his stubborn sense of self-sustainability when Bill is treating him this way, making him dinner, giving him flowers, kissing him intimately in a way he knows he’ll never be kissed by anyone else again; but a part of him still clings to his jaded cynicism, the scar tissue on his heart that warns him nothing good lasts forever.

“Bill …” Holden whispers.

“Yeah?” Bill mutters, glancing up from his plate with a warm, expectant gaze.

“Thank you. This is amazing. It feels too good to be true, actually.”

Bill’s mouth tilts with a soft smile. “I know. But it is.”

“In ten years …” Holden says, drawing in a shaky breath. “Are you going to cook me dinner like this?”

Bill’s eyes soften, and his chest rises with a staggered breath. Setting his fork and knife down, he rubs a hand over his mouth.

“You, um … You think we’re going to be together like this in ten years?”

“Well, I … I think so.” Holden says, hurriedly. “I mean, I hope so.”

“Yeah.” Bill says, his voice quietly choked. “Me, too.”

Holden lowers his head, pressing his eyes shut against the sudden sting of tears. Bill’s hand creeps across the table to clutch over his knuckles, grounding him into this moment that feels too perfectly constructed for his reality.

“You okay?” Bill asks, gently.

Holden nods, swiping briskly at his eyes. “Yes, fine. Good, actually.”

“Okay, good. That’s a relief. I didn’t think I was that rusty in the kitchen.”

Holden chokes on a laugh, and shakes his head. “No, it’s not the food. The food is amazing. You’re amazing, I just-”

He stops as their eyes meet across the table, and he realizes he’s shown too much - more than he ever has with anyone else. In just a few minutes, his walls have crumbled to the ground.

He clears his throat of the forming knot, and manages a calm expression.

“It’s just that good things normally don’t last long for me.” He says, “Everything has always felt temporary.”

Bill’s knits with concern and determination. He gives Holden’s hand another squeeze.

“Well,” He says, “It isn’t this time.”

After the dishes are cleared away and the bottle of wine is diminished to a few lingering sips, Bill and Holden relax on the couch with the television playing at low volume and a Sinatra record spinning on the turntable.

Holden isn’t paying much attention to the sports cast debating the upcoming football draft as he cuddles underneath Bill’s arm, his cheek pressed to Bill’s chest. Bill’s fingertips wander up and down the back of his arm, rousing warm tingles down his spine while the other hand guides a cigarette to and from his lips.

Tilting his head back, Holden studies Bill’s face in the low light, the familiar edges of his jawline, his bladed cheekbones, his eyes as moody as incoming rain. He knows these planes and slopes well, has memorized each facet through sleepless, lovelorn midnights. He thought he knew everything there was to know about Bill, but tonight surprised him - and his morning concerns that Bill might find him too needy or even annoying suddenly seem ridiculous.

The record hums static for a moment before the next song starts, the sweet, languid opening notes of “The Way You Look Tonight.”

Hesitation cast aside, Holden sits bolt upright from Bill’s chest, and clutches his arm.

“I love this song.”

Bill’s attention breaks from the television to pin Holden with a bemused smile. “Yeah. It’s a good one.”

“It’s one of my mom’s favorite songs.” Holden says, climbing to his feet. “We used to slow dance to it in the kitchen.”

“There you go with your mom again.”

“She has good music taste. Obviously.” Holden says, tugging on Bill’s hand. “Come on.”

“Come where?”

“Come on. Dance with me.” Holden says, offering his most imploringly coy gaze.

“Oh, no.” Bill says, shaking his head. “I think I’ve fulfilled enough romantic duties for tonight.”

“Duties? You seemed pretty pleased with yourself.”

“Yeah, well. You said you weren’t a romantic either.”

“Maybe I lied a little.” Holden says, giving Bill’s hand another firm tug. “Please?”

Bill gives a labored sigh, but quickly sets aside his cigarette and climbs to his feet.

“Here.” Holden says, guiding Bill’s left hand to his hip and catching the right hand in his own grasp. “I’ll lead.”

“Holden, I know how to dance.” Bill says, flipping their hands over so that his is on top.

“Do you?”

“Yeah, it’s just been awhile.”

Holden purses his mouth shut as Bill’s palm flattens against his lower back, drawing him so close that their mouths nearly collide. A chuckle rises up in his belly, the last of his misgivings melting away beneath the duress of Bill’s embrace and half a bottle of a wine simmering in his veins. It feels too good to resist now that he’s wrapped up in Bill’s arms, their bodies swaying against one another while Sinatra croons a saccharine, lovesick melody.

They’re quiet through the first verse as they rock back and forth, turning in a slow circle in the middle of the living room carpet. Holden wraps his arm tighter around Bill’s shoulders, and lowers his head to the warm cradle of Bill’s neck.

“I have a confession.” He whispers as the song swells into the chorus.

“Hmm?”

“I thought about calling you this morning before you called me.” Holden whispers, lifting his head from Bill’s neck to cast him a sheepish smile. “But I didn’t want to seem clingy.”

“Clingy?” Bill echoes. “Why would you seem clingy?”

“Well, we see each other every day at work, and we were just together all weekend the other week. I just thought-”

“That I didn’t miss you?”

Holden pauses, his throat knotting again. “Well, um … yes.”

“I missed you a lot when you were in New Hampshire.” Bill says, leaning in to kiss Holden’s lower lip softly. “I do every time we have to go out of town for work.”

Holden leans into the kiss, but Bill’s mouth only strokes softly for a few moments before he pulls back, his forehead nudging against Holden’s.

“Can I be completely honest with you right now?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good.” Bill says, his hand squeezing against Holden’s lower back. “Because I don’t want to waste anymore time. I’ve wasted years, you know. Years I can’t get back.”

Holden frowns, feeling his chest begin to quiver. “Years?”

“Yes. Years without this - without you.” Bill says, glancing away with a coarse scoff as the words choke in his throat. “Fuck. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Holden murmurs, leaning closer.

They’ve stopped dancing, but their hands are still clasped in mid-air. Holden doesn’t feel like letting go of Bill’s hand.

“I don’t know.” Bill says, “I guess I thought this would be easier if I persuaded you with dinner and flowers and wine.”

“Persuaded me?” Holden echoes.

“Yeah.” Bill says, shifting a misty gaze back to Holden. He draws in a slow breath. “But you’re going to make me say out loud, aren’t you?”

Holden swallows hard. There’s a buzzing in his ears that doesn’t quite feel like panic. His belly is surging, flipping. They’re rushing towards a precipice that they can’t turn back from. He’s carving out pieces of himself and handing them over. Willingly. They both are.

“Look,” Bill says, lowering his head again, “I know it’s hard for both of us to say how we feel, but I can’t keep pretending that this is some kind of phase or fling or- … It means more than that to me, and you were talking about ten years from now so I know you do too.”

Holden adjusts his grasp on Bill’s hand. Both of them are sweaty with nerves, but he doesn’t want to let go.

Bill lifts his head. His eyes are clear, resolute. There’s a pause, not the quiet before a destructive storm but the anticipation before a deliverance of rain.

“I love you.” Bill says, quietly.

Holden draws in a hitched breath, and tears instantly sting his eyes. Overwhelmed, he buries his face in Bill’s neck, and wraps both arms around his shoulders. Sinatra’s serenade swells below the surge of his heartbeat, the broken, lonely pieces of himself coming back together again.

Bill holds him close until he can breathe again, until he can look up and look into Bill’s eyes without crumbling entirely.

“I love you, too.” Holden chokes out, a tear streaking down his cheek in the same moment that he begins to laugh for joy.

“You do?” Bill asks, a hopeful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Yes.” Holden nods, pressing a series of affirming kisses to Bill’s mouth, mumbling the response again and again into the narrow space between their mouths.

Bill’s hand strokes away the last of his tears before it takes up Holden’s hand into the dancing position again. As they begin to sway once more, Holden nestles his cheek against Bill’s shoulder. His mind goes quiet, not for the first time, but for the first time in a very long time, in so long that he’d almost forgotten what this kind of contentment feels like. Relief rushes through him, a nebulous epiphany of bliss. In this moment, he can see every second of the future, the two of them together just like this. Nothing lasts forever, but some things are infinite.

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bohemiansweede · 4 years

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New Year's teasing game

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

A/N Please like and reblog or if you want leave a comment

Thank You

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New Year's Eve & party at Freddie's.

Could only mean one thing..

It were going to be the best party ever.. With a lot of drinks, great music and with all the people that you loved..

But it could get even better.

You and Roger had dated for a while now and you had an amazing sexlife you did it all the time and everywhere

Even just the thought of him maked your thighs clench together

You opened the fridge

- Y/N... You don't have to eat anything you know.. There will be tons of food at Freds

His hands trailed down your waist, with strong hands he swirled you around and lifted you up on the kitchen counter

- What do you mean.. Are we sitting down eating before? Shit can't do that.. I am so.. so..

He kissed your neck and nipped on your skin above your breasts

- So.. so what baby? He cooed

- Ohh Rog... Don't start anything you cannot finish..

- Watch me baby he hissed.. I wanna eat.. right now..

You felt his hand on your thigh, gently pressing them further apart while he smirked at you

He pushed the fabric of your panties aside and breathed against your core

His hot breath felt like vibrations and you bucked your hips up towards him

With flattened tounge he spread your folds apart.. Then he placed a soft.. all to soft kiss on your clit, he took a step back admiring your body

- Gotta go and change clothes now sweetheart.. You can hold yourself right?

- Fuck off Taylor, you spat

You had to get dressed aswell esp now when your underwear was ruined.. you decided to tease him back

Your skimpy dress were slick on you like an extra skin and you wrapped your long hair up in a clip so he could have an easier access to your neck

- Shit hunnie, you look ravishing

- Like it Rog? You smiled to yourself knowing you looked good

He sat on the bed behind you

- We have 5 minutes until the car arrives... just sayin love... he tapped inpatiently on his knee

That was all it took.. You turned around, rushed to the bed, kneeled in front of him and palmed his massive bulge

With eager you pulled the zipper down and took his cock out pumping him freneticly..

His head fell back and one of his hands tried to push your head down, you took the tip in your mouth, the tounge swirled around him, you bobbed your head fast while your hand pumped his erected cock

It was not many strokes until he filled your mouth with his warm cum and you swallowed every drop and smiled up at him

- Shit.. Shit.. Omg shit...

- Your turn Ro..

You heard a honking car outside

Damn it

- I guess we have to find a private spot at the party love

-... great..just great

You brushed your hands on the dress and stood up

Both of you ran downstaires and grabbed your coats, he kissed your nose tip

- I make it up to you... Promise..

You knew he would

The car was already filled.. Brian and Chrissie, also John and Veronica was there, they were lucky to have arranged babysitters on New year's eve

- Evening Rog.. You look cheerful

- Think that he just got laid mate..

- Well...well.. There you go Rog..

You felt unsatisfied and little grumpy

So typical

Garden Lodge was packed when you arrived and several tables was arranged with food and drinks

Freddie greeted you and as if he saw your pleading he placed you next to Roger in the corner

- Welcome everyone to the last party at my house.... At least for the 70s .. Freddie stood up and raised his glass

Everybody cheered and klinged their glasses, your glass touched Rogers and he looked deep into your eyes

- Love you Y/N

- And I Love you Roger Taylor..

The champagne filled your system fast and your mind already felt numb..

Suddenly you felt his hand under the table.. It trailed on your thigh

Further and further up towards your heat

You tried to not letting out a whimper

Roger continued to talk with John who were on his other side, pretending like nothing was going on

Your heart began to beat harder in your chest and you reached out grabbing your glass and drinking it to try and help calm your nerves.

He slid his hand under your dress and his eyes widened and he stuttered when he noticed that you didn't have anything underneath.

Brian ranted over some lyrics they just couldn’t get right. You held your glass so hard, you were surprised it didn’t break in your hand.

You adjusted your legs and Roger expertly slid his fingers between your folds, lightly teasing.

You bit your lip, feeling sweat beginning to form at the base of your neck and clenched your jaw.

Roger pushed his finger in and showed no mercy fingering and aggressively rubbing your soaked clit right there.. . You gasped audibly and jumped earning a weird glance from John. All the others around the table continued to talk, just one of them was aggressively fingering you under the table, anytime when there was a pause in silence you quickly picked up the conversation to cover up the wet squelching noises that were coming from between your legs.

You started to become very very tight as he pumped his fingers deeper and faster, your juices ran down his fingers and he coughed loud, he noticed you were close and covered your face expressions by kissing you hard

You let out a muffled moan between his lips

- Anyone wants dessert before we leave the damn 70's, Freddie glanced over to you

Roger pulled out, licked his index finger

- I would like some thanx

Brian chuckled

You needed air

On wobbly legs you walked towards the balcony.. People were already lining up to have the best view over the fireworks

Taking a well needed breath you felt an arm linger around your waist and a kiss were placed softly on your neck

- You hiding from me dove.. I am not done with you yet.. Come with me..

You followed him like a lost pup up to one of Freddies guestrooms

On the thanksgiving party you ended up here aswell and this was sertenly not the last

He pushed you inside the room, it was pitch black and you fumbled with his shirt.. giving up your try

He threw you on the bed and unbuckeled his belt

- Shit... You're making me so damn horny.. Lay down for me

You scooted up on the bed and took his tie pulling him closer, he slid up your dress and pushed his hard cock deep inside.. Snapping his hips in a fast pace..

People were outside preparaing for the last seconds

- You wanna see fireworks hunnie.. I fucking give you fireworks..

He took your leg and wrapped it over his shoulder penetrating even deeper in your soaking cunt

- Omg omg... Rog...

- Ahhh fuck... Shit hunnie..

Slapping noises almost muffled the cheering outside

He grunted and the pace increased even more

- Rog....shit shit..

You walls started to contract again

His head fell in the crook of your neck and his sweat was dripping on your burning skin

-Ahhh I am coming shit Rog I am coming.. Omg..

He started to shake and held your ass tight so your hips bucked upon his crotch

- Fuck... Fuck.. I love you...

Happy fucking new year..

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haechanmochi · 5 years

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Pairing: Brian Student!YoungK X Fem!Reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: unprotected (ALWAYS USE PROTECTION KIDS) / slight degradation

Your boyfriend had called you over on Friday, asking you to stay over because both his parents were out of town and he could use some company and motivation right before his final exam on Monday.

You weren't expecting too much, knowing he'd be busy with his revision but the boy had barely even looked at you since you invited yourself in and you were left watching Netflix alone with your headphones on because he didn't want any sound.

Maybe you should've chosen a different genre of movies because the intense sex scenes seemed to frustrate you even more and made you desire YoungK's hands even more. You throw a quick glance in his direction and almost lose it right there when you take in the fact that his shirt is now off, exposing his muscular back that you had missed dragging your nails down. You hadn't been actively with him for a while now, not that you minded it much, because you wanted to give him his study space.

Despite being a month or so younger than him, you had finished your higher education much faster than he had because he had to repeat a grade after coming down from Canada. You were usually helping him revise whenever the two of you were alone, seeing as you had been there and done that before him.

But today, YoungK was in a self study mood, even though he was the one that called you over. You paused the sex scene when it got too graphic and rolled over in bed to sit up, taking your headphones off.

YoungK was mumbling notes to himself and you watched him for a few minutes, his back to you and his shoulders sighing often, and you knew all too well that the boy was stressed.

You got up from the edge of the bed and made your way to his black leather chair. He almost gasped when you spun his chair around and he finally made direct eye contact with you for the night.

He let out a nervous chuckle and placed his hands on either side of your waist, pulling you into his lap for an innocent embrace.

"You scared me, baby", he hummed into your neck and you feel your arousal grow from the vibrations that his voice sends through you.

You make yourself comfortable on his lap and he grunts when you not so accidentally grind down on his member. He tries not to make it obvious that his crotch is pressed tightly against the material of your shorts and that just the sight of your thighs surrounding him is giving him a hard time.

"You've been looking so stressed, my pretty boy", you coo into his ear, lust lacing your voice as you trace a finger down his bare chest.

"y-y/n, I need to stud- ah"

He groans out almost impatiently when you dip your hand into the waistband of his shorts.

"I know, but you've studied alot, my love and I think you deserve some relief"

He doesn't reply this time, battling out in his head if he should let you do this or not.

A small sound of desperation leaves his lips and he thrusts his hips slightly forward into your hand.

"Do you think I should give you what you deserve, Brian?"

He fervently nods and you know you've won.

"Actually"

You start again and he looks at you with pleading eyes, begging for any sort of contact.

"Let's skip all the teasing and get straight to the part where I'm fucking you so good that you won't even remember what stress felt like"

YoungK lets out a strangled "hmmph" and you withdraw your hand from around his shaft. You slide you shorts down your thighs, revealing your glistening, wet core and he grins weakly at your choice to have gone commando.

You hover right above his throbbing member, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly when you sink down on him.

He moans out hotly against your ear at the feeling of entering you raw, inch by inch, having you clench around him and getting re-used to having him inside you until he finally bottoms out.

You sit there, foreheads touching, for a few seconds, allowing yourself to get comfortable with the stretch and he secures his grip on your waist.

You give him the green light to start by rolling your hips against his and immediately pushing your lips on his, tongue entering his mouth as he finds his ground and almost cries out in ecstasy when he thrusts up in time to meet your thrust against him, having you clench around him in surprise at the shockwave that pulses through you.

His thrusts speed up and you can feel the urgency in his voice when he snaps out of his soft shell and goes into his dominant zone.

"A-Argh, fuck y/n, you're such a good girl letting me fuck you like this".

He loved dirty talking to you, knowing it made you that much more wet and horny for him.

"You take my dick so well babygirl, tell me what you want, use your words", he almost commands you and his tone has you dripping, your slickness running down his cock as he plunges into you without rest

You manage to choke out a few words,

"I want you to fuck me however you want to, this all for you, Brian"

The mention of his first name and the possibilities that you've opened up to him has him growling in an almost animal like manner.

"Then let everybody know who's drilling mercilessly into your pretty wet pussy, baby"

"Come on y/n, scream my name"

You almost refuse, not wanting to have any awkward tension with his neighbours but he spreads your thighs further with one arm, lifting you onto his study table and standing up from his chair to fuck you at a new angle that has your head spinning.

YoungK pulls out almost completely and then pushes back harshly into you, brushing with full force against a new unexplored spot and you moan out his name in a voice that sounds more like a cry.

"Fuck yes, just like that my pretty little slut, am I fucking you good baby?"

You nod, unable to say anything else other than the frequent cries and whimpers of his name and chants of the word baby.

"You have the tightest, most beautiful pussy ever y/n, fuck, you're too good, letting me take my stress out on your tight little pussy, fuck"

His grunts turn into whimpers as he weakens at the stirring feeling in his lower stomach, his thrusts weakening with each push.

"Keep fucking me, just like that, don't stop til' you're cumming inside me, Daddy"

You whisper, giving him the final bit of encouragement he needed and filling him with enough energy to do you until you were completely fucked out.

"Fuck fuck- I'm gonna come baby"

He groans out in the most attractive way known to mankind and the sight of him collapsing in front of you has you squirting recklessly onto his still pumping cock.

Witnessing you squirting all over him, proves to be a bit too vile and much to handle and YoungK finds himself climaxing, moaning your name and biting down harshly on your shoulder as the overwhelming and long trapped orgasm crashes over him.

His body shakes as he fills you with his warm white seed, painting your inner walls with his cum.

You comfort him through his high, running a soft hand down his back and entangling the other in his hair as his teeth remain secured into your shoulder, the sting helping you subdue the intense pleasure that you just got over.

His tired eyes meet yours in a single glance and he smiles at you, completely fucked out.

"I love you so much", the words leave you before you can even think of forming them.

He pulls you closer to him, still standing in front of you, and kisses the mark on your shoulder that was left by him just moments ago.

"I love you so much more".

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