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“Emmanuel Macron is either the best sub or the worst one. He could do anything to please his dom, but he could also be very disobedient… He’s a naughty boy.”

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textless version of the infamous ben & matt interview cover of 1997

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Mattfleck but they fuck in dunkin donuts and use the warm donuts glaze as lube

Needed a warm-up before work so I finally got around to this :P

i realized at about "whatever, man" that this would have worked better if they were employed at the dunkins but. alas.

cw for unsafe sex... obviously. + crack treated seriously

Ben sits across from Matt, watching the grease from his sandwich drip down his chin. His lips are glossy, smooth, and keep drawing Ben's eyes. He hasn't listened to a word Matt's said in probably fifteen minute, but he's chalking that up to the long drive. "-can't believe you found the one Dunkins in Nevada," Matt's saying. "I mean how do you do it?" He pulls the sandwich from his mouth, and he's got food he's still chewing, a little crumb hanging onto his lip that Ben desperately wants to slide his thumb over. "Fourty hours into a drive, and you've still only got one thing on your mind."

"Huh?" Ben's gaze flicks up to Matt's, a slight flush creeping up over his neck. "What's that?"

Matt gestures at the unopened box of donuts in Ben's hands. "Dunkin. You can take the boy out of the Boston, but you can't take the Boston-"

"I was born here," Ben says, laughing just a bit. He's never felt particularly tied to any one place- not until he and Matt grew closer in high school.

"Ri-ight," Matt nods, a smile stretching across his dumb face. "Cali-boy."

"Whatever, man," Ben laughs as he goes to stand. He stumbles for a moment as he realizes that he's got a raging hardon just from watching Matt eat messily. Fuck. He grips the donut box, and Matt just kind of tits his head. His floppy blond hair curtains him.

"What are you doing?"

"What, I can't take a piss without you asking questions?"

Matt laughs and holds his hands up disarmingly. "Hey, I'm just wondering what the donuts are for!"

Ben keeps them held over his crotch, and turns, trying his fucking best to get away from Matt and those goddamn lips. "Maybe I'll get hungry while taking a shit, who knows!"

Matt laughs from the table, and Ben gets the fuck out of there. He sets the donut box on the sink counter and grips the edge of the counter so hard his knuckles turn white.

He's notices little things more and more lately. He's noticed that Matt has pretty eyelashes, and that Matt snores in his sleep if he's really tired, and that Matt hums along to most songs he likes, but he'll sing if they're rock n' roll. He's noticed the way Matt's nose curves up a bit, and the way his hair falls loose, and the way Matt laughs at Ben's jokes like he's actually funny.

Ben wants to smash something.

He wants to get back in his car and call it. No more roadtrips to hollywood, no more big acting dream. He wants to take his anal personality and leave Matt behind... Well...

He doesn't.

No, what he really wants is to not get so fucking hard just from watching Matt eat some greasy food. He wants to-

"Hey, don't mind me," Matt's talking before he's even fully pushed open the bathroom door. "I figured it'd be best to use the bathroom now, then we can get back on the road..." He pauses, and his eyebrows kind of knit together a bit as he catches Ben's face in the mirror. "Harrowing bathroom experience, Ben?"

"Something like that," Ben forces himself to say, and his voice sounds absolutely wrecked.

"Uh-huh..." Matt doesn't believe him, but he lets Ben be for that moment as he steps up to the urinals. Ben can see Matt just over his shoulder in the mirror. He watches the way his shoulders rise and his shirt moves, but just before a zipper opens, Matt turns back to Ben. "Hey, you can... I mean, maybe I'm over-stepping, but you can talk to me, okay?"

"Don't say that to me with your dick in your hand." Ben means for it to be a joke, but it comes out far too sincere.

Matt stands there for a moment, and his eyes travel down the mirror as his face get red with splotchy blush. They land on the bulge of Ben's crotch, only half-hidden by the sink counter. "Shit," he whispers.

Ben knows that breath isn't for him. He knows that Matt's going to leave the bathroom, and probably tell all their buddies what a fucking loser Ben is, but...

Instead, Matt takes a nervous step towards Ben. "Tell me that's not for me and I'll ignore it."

Ben meets Matt's eyes in the mirror, and he swears the hair at the back of his neck stands on edge. "What if I say it is?"

Matt's eyes widen just enough that Ben notices. He takes another step forward, this time less nervous. "Is it?"

"Yeah," Ben chokes out. "I was watching you eat the sausage sandwich, and... Matt, jesus. The grease on your lips... Fuck..."

"My lips?" Matt reaches a hand up to press his fingers to his lips. "Oh." He steps up to Ben and though he's a bit shorter, he wraps his arms around Ben's waist and kisses the side of his throat, just where it meet his shoulder.

Little sparks shoot through Ben and he lets out this stuttered noise. He swears his knees nearly buckle.

Matt tightens his hold on Ben's waist with one arm, his other hand slowly snaking down to grip his crotch through his jeans. "Jesus, Ben," Matt breathes, and Ben can feel the wet spot left on his skin.

"What?"

"I've seen you shower at school, but I never- fuck, man." He rubs his hand over Ben's aching arousal, and Ben's hit by a wave of gentle unreality. There's no way Matt's really touching him like this. But then Matt pants in his ear, and it's exactly what he thought Matt would sound like when turned on.

"Is it not wh-what you expected?" Ben tries to keep his voice level, but Matt keeps touching and kissing him. It's impossible not to shake.

"Fuck no. You're huge, Ben."

Ben reaches a hand back, to thread through Matt's hair and grip at it. He watches the way his own body moves in the mirror, and maybe he's just too horny to hate himself, but he thinks he looks good. "I like it when you say my name, Matty."

"God... Ben, oh my god." Matt opens his mouth to suck at Ben's flesh, gently pulling at it and pressing his teeth down.

Pleasure rolls into pain, and Ben finds himself melting into the way Matt rocks against his ass and gropes his cock through his jeans. He can't decides if he wants to grind back on Matt or forward into his hand. "Fuck me," Ben breathes, and he feels his face heat up. His eyes prick with tears, but he doesn't cry. "Fuck me, Matty... Shit. I need you inside me, please."

Matt swallows hard, pulling away from Ben's throat where's left a great big red mark. "How... How would I-? I mean, girls get wet, right? So how do I... get you wet?"

"Use the fucking glaze on the donuts, I don't care, just fuck me."

Matt groans, but he uses both hands to undo Ben's jeans, pushing them down before undoing his down. "Fuck, Ben... Fuck."

Ben can't catch Matt's cock in the mirror, but he feels it press up against his bare ass, and he knows he's bigger, but he also knows that Matt's already dripping, and ain't that an ego boost? He opens the donut box and pushes it towards Matt as he leans over the counter.

"Dude, I don't know if it's going to fit," Matt says, one hand gripping Ben's ass.

"Just try," Ben says, and he feels his entire body go numb with shame as he parts his feet wider.

Matt takes a donut from the box, and Ben can't help but laugh at the face he makes in the mirror. He can't see what Matt does, but he returns a less circular donut than he one he took from the box. "Don't... eat that one," he says, and Ben snorts at him. "Whatever, man." Matt's face is bright red in those giant patches, but he's got a smile playing on his lips, too. "At least it was warm still."

"Yeah," Ben starts, but he stops as soon as he feels the tip of Matt's cock press against him. "Oh, fuck." He takes a sharp breath, and grinds back against the feeling.

At first, all he feels is a burning pain, but then it melts away like fat on steak and he feels the weight of Matt start to fill him.

Matt's fingers push under Ben's shirt to grip his waist, and he can feel how sticky they are, but he doesn't really care. They've been awake almost two days now, the first thing he was going to do in California anyway was shower.

He rolls his head back with a gasp as Matt gives a little push. For a moment, he thinks he's being split open, but that pain fades as soon as a wave of pleasure rolls over him. "Fuck, Matty!"

"Ben," Matt moans back, his hands gripping Ben's waist tight as he begins to rocks his hips, fucking Ben slowly as they both try not to nut just from that. "Why have I been fucking girls this whole time?"

"Because you're a fucking idiot," Ben supplies. His voice is breathy, but he smiles at the glare Matt gives him in the mirror. "Hey, shorty, I can barely see you back there."

"Are you getting insecure about having another man use you?" Matt asks, and it's probably supposed to shut Ben up- which it does, but it also has Ben clenching hard to keep himself from cumming. "Ah, fuck," Matt groans, and presses his forehead to the back of Ben's neck. "Fucking... fuck, Ben... Fuck."

"Fuck me harder than that, Matt."

"God, I hate you."

Ben takes a breath to relax himself and rocks back against Matt, trying to get him to speed up, which he does. But he grips a hand into Ben's hair and yanks him back to bite down hard on his throat. Muffling his moans as he begins to thrust faster and harder. His other hand wraps around Ben's waist for a moment before reaching down to grip Ben's cock and stroke it.

Ben lets out stuttered moans as stars fill his vision. He can't stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks, and he's lost in Matt's touch. The way his throat seems to sizzle with pain, the way his ass aches with Matt's cock, and the way pleasure thunders through him, settling in his heart and swelling as his body twists up.

Just when he thinks he can't take it anymore, Matt moans this punched-out noise as he throws his head back and grips Ben's hair tighter than before.

That sends him over the edge as he spills in Matt's sticky hand, moaning out his name over and over.

They come down slowly, leaning against each other and that counter so they don't fall to the bathroom floor.

Ben's never been excited for a hotel before.

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love love love how putvedev writers torture and whump dmitry. he deserves it i mean just look at him, he's a little squishy teddy bear perfect for putting in Situations. i just know vladimir is always squeezing him and poking him as befitting of a teddy bear. bet he puts dmitry in a collar too

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Bin ich dir peinlich? by Margo-Gumileva

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true proof i suck at digital art 🥰🥰🥰

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when you accidentally call your teacher 'mom' during sex

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so fucking kawaii

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Friendly reminder that Matt Damon and Ben Affleck wrote a gay sex scene in good will hunting to see if any movie companies would actually read their script in full.

Even friendlier reminded that the man who finally objected to the out of nowhere sex scene was Harvey Weinstein. So it must have really been one hell of a scene.

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damon is very stewy in his self assured success and well adjusted nature and general stability of mind and emotion whereas affleck is a classic kendall in that there is a godless darkness in him that is hungry for blood and can never be satisfied

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It's partially because of that old saying: "Truth is stranger than fiction!" I think what drew me to my Medieval RPFs in particular was at first being into say, fantasy dynastic stories, but then when you learn about REAL dynastic families from the past, for me it was the Plantagenets, you realize what inspired the tropes that inspired the stories that are written today. Even in their own time, they captured the imagination of the people around them, who used the events of their lives to create moral narratives and connect to symbolism. I find there's a kind of specificity to real life history that you can't find in fiction, since irl things happen due to so many factors, including the factor of randomness, that is hard to get in fiction which must, by paradoxical nature, be a lot more structured and neat to be believable. In real life, everything takes place in the same cinematic Universe that you and I live in....

People's lives, especially public figures such as celebrities, politicians, monarchs, artists, etc, are fascinating to the general public and always have. Because they aren't just living their own lives, they also come to represent certain concepts or character traits that are beyond themselves as individuals. People can and WILL make up assumptions and stories about them in their own minds based on their own relationships, whether or not they admit to themselves that it is a fiction. 

I think this is a very natural and human impulse but also I think somehow it becomes "weird" if you acknowledge it as fantasy and start working in that creative space as a self indulgence. There's a weird assumption that it's okay to make up wild stories in your head about public or famous figures if it's under the guise of a "joke" or "irony" or (God forbid) "political commentary," but if you acknowledge your active participation in it, it becomes awkward. 

For me, I prefer Old Timey Medieval Historical RPF because well, it's more distanced from modern, alive people, but because also in a way it's more of a "challenge." For 12th century, it's a very unique era in that it's not quite "ancient" and yet it's right at the beginning of what maybe people culturally consider to be "medieval." It was a time that was legendary in its own time, and became the "medieval" legend even to people in later medieval centuries. Richard the Lionheart, King John, etc and other figures become known because of their roles in legends and stories rather than because of their historicity. And I find it neat to dig into the actual history and recorded facts of their existence and relationships because it's a bit of a demystifying exercise. There's both a lot more documentation than you would think, and yet there's a lot of gaps and distance that leaves a lot of room, in my opinion, for creativity. (And for inserting the YAOI delusions). 

It also is nice because at times you feel like you're in conversation with the different historians or different sources you read about people, since oftentimes they do disagree and have their own agendas, so piecing together a type of character that feels true to you from that information is a neat project in and of itself. I've referred to it before as kind of putting together a "dolly" based on information that you can then use to play with in different scenarios, AUs, etc. everyone kind of has a different "dolly" since we kind of are drawn to different core features and aspects of characters and figures, and some specific things will be necessity need to be completely made up headcanons. But if we are all working from the same sources there will be significant overlap.

I like the challenge of trying to see how stories can work in this time frame, and this specific era and culture. And what aspects connect to me as a modern person as well as learning about the specific alienating parts of the era as well. Like another famous and much more talented RPFer before me (James Goldman of The Lion in Winter fame), sometimes the characters just start to feel very real even through that historical distance and you do feel a connection with them. Even if that connection is maybe more built upon a mix of historical evidence and your own tastes and preferences in fiction. It's all very fun!

I don't at this point (who knows lol. Never say Never) really have interest in like, current real life people like celebs and musicians or sportsmen etc because idk it feels too volatile to me and even without the RPF aspect Ive never enjoyed "stanning" people who are alive, or even from the last century.... I try not to think about their lives as much as I can since it feels too "close" in proximity. And also because this is an age of information, it's almost like we can know TOO much about each other--theres very little room for mystery and speculation if every interview, every photo, every social media post is available to consume I think. Also as a sicko who likes uneven evil power dynamics stuff, I guess id rather fantasize about it in ye olde times than in more modern times where it can get TOO real. Also because the power dynamics of older societies are fascinating to me in how they operate differently than now

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slowly becoming a lenin/trotsky/makhno OT3 truther. specifically im imagining a modern AU. their struggle sessions would be fucking insane, just hours of arguing about the definition of imperialism and the role of the state and dumb shit like that which quickly turn into even more hours of them fucking nasty. out of the three i read trotsky as the one who likes being humiliated the most so i think he'd be in the middle.

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Is really sad to see Dima in such a tiny and insignificant place, but hey! This really give me a really good and spicy idea. I wonder if Dima gets drunks in those meetings.

I bet they make sex video call ngl

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why am i reading a fcuking biographie on putin in french just to fuel my putvedev fantasies help

LMFAOOOO ur so real anon

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i was born in the right generation. i love posting about rpf on tumblr dot com.

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well.