#fred and jack talking

[cuppatealove]

By popular request*, here is Daniel & Peggy's side of The Night Watch:

Second Chances Come Around Once - Cuppa_tea_love - Agent Carter (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62283286

*OK it was one person, here we are anyway

[crimson-femme]

𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

table of contents: books; anthologies, history, novels, erotica, photography. films; movies, documentaries, shorts. miscellaneous; dissertations, articles, etc. note: everything (minus a few) has a link to access the media! if i am able to find the missing links i will attach them along with adding new content. there are a couple things that are not specifically butchfemme, but i kept them because i feel that they fit. enjoy!

𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜 + 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜

୨୧ A Restricted Country by Joan Nestle

୨୧ Brazen Femme: Queering Femininity by Chloë Brushwood Rose, Anna Camilleri 

୨୧ Butch/Femme: Inside Lesbian Gender by Sally R. Munt, Cherry Smyth

୨୧ Butch is a Noun by S. Bear Bergman

୨୧ Femme/Butch: New Considerations of the Way We Want to Go by Michelle Gibson, Deborah Meem

୨୧ Femme: Feminists, Lesbians, and Bad Girls by Laura Harris, Elizabeth Crocker 

୨୧ Lesbian Culture: The Lives, Work, Ideas, Art and Visions of Lesbians Past and Present by Julia Penelope, Susan Wolfe

୨୧ On Butch and Femme: A Compiled Readings by I.M. Epstein

୨୧ Persistence: All Ways Butch and Femme by Ivan Coyote, Zena Sharman

୨୧ Render Me, Gender Me: Lesbians Talk Sex, Class, Color, Nation, Studmuffins... by Kath Weston

୨୧ S/he by Minnie Bruce Pratt

୨୧ The Femme Mystique by Leslea Newman

୨୧ The Femme's Guide To The Universe by Shar Rednour

୨୧ The Lesbian Erotic Dance: Butch, Femme, Androgyny, and Other Rhythms by JoAnn Loulan

୨୧ The Little Butch Book by Leslea Newman

୨୧ The Persistent Desire: A Femme-Butch Reader by Joan Nestle

୨୧ Tomboys!: Tales of Dyke Derring-Do by Lynne Y. Fletcher, Karen Barber

୨୧ Tomboy Survival Guide by Ivan Coyote

𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢

NOTE ⋆ there is more history content in the film section as well as historical fiction in the novel section!!!

୨୧ Appearances Can Be Deceiving: Butch-Femme Fashion and Queer Legibility in New York City, 1945–1969 by Alix Gitner

୨୧ Baby, You Are My Religion: Women, Gay Bars, And Theology Before Stonewall by Marie Cartier

୨୧ Becoming Visible: An Illustrated History Of Lesbian And Gay Life In Twentieth-Century America by Molly McGary, Fred Wasserman

୨୧ Before Stonewall: The Making of a Gay and Lesbian Community by Andrea Weiss

୨୧ Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold: The History of a Lesbian Community by Elizabeth Lapovsky Kennedy, Madaline D. Davis

୨୧ GLBT Historical Society: Museum & Archives ⋆ general LGBT archives, but a very important and great source

୨୧ Making History: The Struggle for Gay and Lesbian Equal Rights: 1945-1990: An Oral History by Eric Marcus

୨୧ Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers: A History of Lesbian Life In Twentieth-Century America by Lillian Faderman

୨୧ Uninvited: Classical Hollywood Cinema and Lesbian Representability by Patricia White

୨୧ Unsuitable: A History of Lesbian Fashion by Eleanor Medhurst

𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜

୨୧ A Crystal Diary: A Novel by Frankie Hucklenbroich ⋆ The razor-edged, compelling, often wryly humorous story hustles us from the blood-and-beer-drenched corners of her St. Louis meat-packing district '50s youth, through the sex-soaked Hollywood alleys of her '60s baby butch years, into the druggy metropolis of '70s San Francisco.

୨୧ Beebo Brinker by Ann Bannon ⋆ Beeboo, a butch 17-year-old farm girl newly arrived in New York after she is driven from her Wisconsin home town for wearing drag to the State Fair. Befriended by the gay Jack Mann, a father-figure with a weakness for runaways, Beebo sets out to find love.

୨୧ Departure from the Script by Jae ⋆ An aspiring actress meeting photographer, femme meeting butch in this light-hearted lesbian romance set in Hollywood.

୨୧ Doc and Fluff: The Dystopian Tale of a Girl and Her Biker by Pat Califia ⋆ Set in the bleak and not-too-distant future of a culture in its death throes, Doc and Fluff careens through the lives of a pair of outlaw women struggling to survive on the road.

୨୧ Feast While You Can by Mikaella Clements, Onjuli Datta ⋆ A fresh, queer spin on possession horror with a sharp focus on deeply complex small-town dynamics. A young queer woman who's lived her whole life in the dead-end mountain village of Cadenze finds herself violently possessed by an ancient, malevolent, memory-eating entity that inhabits the caves bordering her home.

୨୧ Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo ⋆ America in 1954 is not a safe place for two girls to fall in love, especially not in Chinatown. Red-Scare paranoia threatens everyone, including Chinese Americans like Lily. With deportation looming over her father—despite his hard-won citizenship—Lily and Kath risk everything to let their love see the light of day.

୨୧ Lucy and Mickey by Red Jordan Arobateau ⋆ Lesbian life in the late 1950s, early '60s; and a powerful romance & sexual drama between two females, Lucy & Mickey.

୨୧ Patience and Sarah by Isabel Miller ⋆ In an early puritanical New England town, a butch and femme fall in love and discover they can run a farm and live together away from the world that sought to limit them and their love.

୨୧ Satan's Best by Red Jordan Arobateau ⋆ volume #1 in the ten book lesbian biker series THE OUTLAW CHRONICLES. In this action-packed novel we are introduced to the gang of raunchy and glamorous biker women, including the 5 Warlords who run the Outlaws. Enter beautiful blond butch Angel–lone rider on the storm.

୨୧ Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg ⋆ The life of Jess Goldberg, a working-class Jewish butch lesbian in New York from the 1940s through the 1970s.

୨୧ The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall ⋆ The timeless struggle of a butch and femme couple to be accepted by "polite" society. This now classic was banned outright upon publication in 1928.

𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜

୨୧ Back To Basics: A Butch-Femme Anthology by Theresa Szymanski

୨୧ Breathless: Erotica by Kitty Tsui

୨୧ Hard Road, Easy Riding: Lesbian Biker Erotica by Sacchi Green, Rakelle Valencia

୨୧ Rode Hard, Put Away Wet: Lesbian Cowboy Erotica by Sacchi Green, Rakelle Valencia

୨୧ Set in Stone: Butch-on-Butch Erotica by Angela Brown

୨୧ Sometimes She Lets Me: Best Butch Femme Erotica by Tristan Taormino

୨୧ The Harder She Comes: Butch/Femme Erotica by D.L. King

𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍

୨୧ Butch/Femme edited by M.G. Soares

୨୧ Butch: Not Like The Other Girls by SD Holman

୨୧ Dagger On Butch Women by Lily Burana, Roxxie Linnea Due

୨୧ Love Bites by Del LaGrace Volcano

୨୧ Making Out: The Book Of Lesbian Sex And Sexuality by Zoe Schramm-Evans, Laurence Jaugey Paget

୨୧ Nothing But The Girl: The Blatant Lesbian Image by Susie Bright, Jill Posener

୨୧ The Butch/Femme Photo Project by Wendi Kali

୨୧ The Drag King Book by Del LaGrace Volcano, Judith "Jack" Halberstam

୨୧ The Femme's Guide to the Universe by Shar Rednour

𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚜

୨୧ A Complicated Queerness: Living Femme in a Dyke Community dir. Johanna Buchignani, Emily Hillman ⋆ short film: This film investigates the ways in which gender, power and sexism are lived and experienced within the San Francisco Mission dyke community. The documentary aims to promote awareness of and discussion about the prejudice and invisibility of queer femininity, in order to build alliances and healthier communities.

୨୧ Before Stonewall (1984) dir. Greta Schiller, Robert Rosenberg ⋆ documentary: The history of the Gay and Lesbian community before the Stonewall riots began the major gay rights movement.

୨୧ Bound (1996) dir. The Wachowskis ⋆ thriller/crime: Corky, a tough female ex-convict working on an apartment renovation in a Chicago building meets a couple living next door, Caesar, a paranoid mobster, and Violet.

୨୧ By Hook or By Crook (2001) dir. Harry Dodge, Silas Howard ⋆ crime/romance: A buddy film that chronicles two butches, Shy and Valentine, who collide by chance in the San Francisco streets. Shy is immersed in daydreams about the loving father they lost and Valentine is searching for the mother they never met. Like-hearted mischievous souls, the pair stumbles into a series of shambolic shenanigans — along with Valentine’s girlfriend, Billie.

୨୧ Dream Girls (1994) dir. Kim Longinotto, Jano Williams ⋆ documentary: Women join Japan's all-female Takarazuka Revue musical theater troupe, portraying men's roles. The film explores gender dynamics, desires, and complexities of female identity in Japanese society through these performers' experiences.

୨୧ Gay Tape: Butch and Femme (1985) by Cecilia Dougherty ⋆ short: The Gay Tape brings “a little fine-tuning” to the question of representation, honing in on the subjective particularities of the butch-femme dynamic as experienced by members of Dougherty’s local Bay Area dating pool. 

୨୧ Gender Troubles: The Butches (2016) dir. Lisa Plourde ⋆ documentary: What portrayals of lesbianism are acceptable and who gets erased? Butch lesbians from a wide range of backgrounds and ages provide a compelling exploration of society's assumptions and challenge ideas about what it means to be female. They show the rewards that come with self acceptance. Tender, funny, and thought-provoking. NOTE: after clicking the link, scroll down to the middle to watch where it is available with english audio and french, spanish, dutch, or portuguese subtitles.

୨୧ If These Walls Could Talk 2 (2000) dir. Jane Anderson, Anne Heche, Martha Coolidge ⋆ romance/drama: This anthology of short films tells the stories of three lesbian couples - who live in the same house at different periods of time - who are at a crossroads in their lives. The second story includes a motorcycle riding, leather jacket and tie wearing butch, Amy.

୨୧ Last Call at Maud's (1993) dir. Paris Poirier ⋆ documentary: Some genuinely wild women – and some more demure but no less lively types – take center stage in Paris Poirier’s vivacious documentary about the life and times of Maud’s, the longest running lesbian bar ever.

୨୧ Salmonberries (1991) dir. Percy Adlon ⋆ drama/indie: A woman (played by k.d. lang) who grew up in a small town in Alaska goes to the public library to try and find out who her parents were. She eventually befriends the librarian, an East German immigrant who lost her husband while escaping from behind the Iron Curtain. They help each other try to find closure to the events in their past.

୨୧ Shinjuku Boys (1995) dir. Jano Williams, Kim Longinotto ⋆ documentary: This documentary offers rich insight into gender and sexuality in Japan via a candid portrait of Kazuki, Tatsu, and Gaish, three trans masculine hosts working at the New Marilyn Club in Tokyo’s bustling Shinjuku district. As the film follows them at home and on the job, all three talk frankly about their lives, revealing their views on love, sex, and identity.

୨୧ Stormé: The Lady of the Jewel Box (1987) dir. Michelle Parkerson ⋆ documentary/short film: Through archival clips, Stormé DeLarverie, bodygaurd of a women's club and former drag king looks back on the grandeur of the Jewel Box Revue and its celebration of pure entertainment in the face of homophobia and segregation.

୨୧ Stud Life (2012) dir. Campbell X ⋆ romance/drama: JJ, a lesbian, works as a wedding photographer with Seb, a gay man who is her best friend. After JJ falls in love with a gorgeous diva, her friendship with Seb becomes strained, and she may be forced to choose between Seb and her lover.

୨୧ The Aggressives (2005) dir. Daniel Peddle ⋆ documentary: The Aggressives is an exposé on the subculture of masculine presenting people of color and their femme counterparts. Filmed over five years in New York City, the featured subjects share their dreams, secrets, and deepest fears.

୨୧ The Watermelon Woman (1996) dir. Cheryl Dunye ⋆ romance/comedy: An aspiring black lesbian filmmaker researches an obscure 1930s black actress billed as the Watermelon Woman.

𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜

୨୧ A Butch Road Map by Ivan Coyote ⋆ spoken word

୨୧ A Dyke's Bike Repair Handbook by Jill Taylor ⋆ motorcycle care/repair handbook, this one is so random i just love it lol

୨୧ Are Butch and Fem Working-Class and Anti-Feminist? by Sara L. Crawley ⋆ article

୨୧ Butch Between the Wars: A Pre-History of Butch Style in Twentieth-Century Literature, Music, and Film by Karen Allison Hammer ⋆ dissertation

୨୧ Female Masculinity by Judith Halberstam

୨୧ Feminizing Theory: Making Space for Femme Theory by Rhea Ashley Hoskin ⋆ thesis

୨୧ Femme: Feminists, Lesbians, and Bad Girls by Laura Harris, Elizabeth Crocker

୨୧ Lesbian Identity and the Politics of Butch-Femme by Amy Goodloe ⋆ paper/review

୨୧ Lineage To My Femme Foremothers by A.N. ⋆ zine

୨୧ Lipstick & Dipstick's Essential Guide to Lesbian Relationships by Gina Daggett, Kathy Belge

୨୧ Narrating and Negotiating Butch and Femme: Storying Lesbian Selves in a Heteronormative World by Sara L. Crawley ⋆ dissertation

୨୧ On the Appropriation of Femme from Lesbians Over Everything, a discussion between four femmes ⋆ article

୨୧ The Misunderstood Gender: A Model of Modern Femme Identity by Heidi Levitt, Elisabeth Gerrish, Katherine Hiestand ⋆ study

୨୧ The Mythic Mannish Lesbian: Radclyffe Hall and the New Woman by Esther Newton

୨୧ To All the Beautiful, Kick-Ass, and Fierce, Full-Bodied Femmes by Ivan Coyote ⋆ spoken word

i was meaning to post this for when i hit 1k followers, but i somehow have already surpassed that. it is weird to think that i started this blog on january 27. thank you all so much for following and interacting. i hope you enjoy this list and my blog in general!!

much love 💋

[hotvintagepoll]

sooooo does the couples thing mean we eventually get a hot trio tournament?? the talk of the townies, the oz vaudeville gays, the singers in the rain, kate and the two philadelphia story guys??? (and what the hell maybe also throw in cushing/lee/morell because have you SEEN them as the three good guys in hound of the baskervilles. hnngg)

i wasn't planning on it but here, have a mini :)

[we definitely forgot some iconic contenders but please don't yell at us]

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Could you do Toto Wolff with wife reader? There are memes about Toto and Fred Vasseur being all lovey dovey. And there's a scene where they stood close together and Toto just kissed his head while Ted was watching from the background. 🤣🤣 Purely hysterical. And memes about them being Romeo and Juliet when they talk across from each other at Baku. And she's having a blast about it. Constantly teasing him about her being the third wheel. Please, however you see fit. Feat their son, Jack. Kisses, affectionate. Thanks!! :)))

Meme-ing my way to your heart

Word count: 518

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Wife!reader, feat. Jack

I hope I understood everything right and this is good enough 🙈

________________________________________________________

You’re lounging on the couch, scrolling through Twitter when you come across a meme that makes you burst into laughter. It’s that infamous shot of Toto leaning in and kissing Fred’s head while Ted Kravitz stands nearby, looking utterly shocked. The caption reads:

When your best friend gets all the affection and you’re just the confused bystander.

You can’t help but laugh out loud, and it catches Toto’s attention. He glances over from the kitchen, raising an eyebrow. “What now?”

“Just another meme about you and Fred!” you call back, holding up your phone to show him the picture. “Look at this! You’re practically a couple now!”

Toto rolls his eyes but can’t suppress the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “That’s not how it is.”

“Really?” You lean back against the couch, crossing your arms playfully. “Because it looks like you’re in a committed relationship with Fred, and I’m just here to provide comic relief.”

Just then, Jack comes barreling into the room, holding two toy cars, his face lit up with excitement. “Daddy! Mummy! Look what I made!” He waves the cars in the air, completely oblivious to the teasing.

“Wow, Jack! Those are amazing!” you exclaim, bending down to inspect his creations, your laughter momentarily forgotten.

“Look, Mummy!” he insists, showing you both his toys. “They’re race cars! Just like Daddy’s!”

Toto grins, lifting Jack onto his lap. “You’re going to be a champion driver one day, buddy.”

As Jack giggles, you can’t resist leaning in, continuing your playful banter. “Just make sure you don’t kiss Fred on the head like Daddy did! We can’t have any *Romeo* situations around here, right?”

Toto chuckles, shaking his head. “You really enjoy this, don’t you?”

“Absolutely!” You swipe again on your phone, revealing another meme. This one shows Toto and Fred dramatically standing on opposite sides of a balcony in Baku, both gazing longingly at each other. The caption reads:

When you’re in love, but the balcony is just too wide.

“Look at this one!” you say, holding it up for him. “It’s like a scene from a rom-com!”

Toto bursts out laughing, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, alright! Enough with the memes!”

You continue scrolling, revealing yet another gem. This one shows a split image: on one side, it’s you playfully rolling your eyes, and on the other, Toto and Fred looking lovingly at each other, with the caption:

When your wife is the third wheel in your love story.

Jack giggles, clearly catching on. “Daddy, are you going to let go of Fred?”

“No, no!” Toto exclaims, holding Jack tighter. “I’m not letting go of either of you!”

You grin widely, leaning your head against Toto’s shoulder. “Just remember, I’m still your number one, okay? Even if you’re making memes with Fred.”

“Of course, Y/n,” he murmurs, snuggling deeper into you. “You know you’re my one true love.”

You can’t help but laugh again, feeling the warmth of your family around you. “Just wait until the next meme drops. You might end up marrying Fred by the end of the season!”

[malevoreenthusiast]

Freddie's Feat pt. 2

Hey all! Here it is--the second installment of Freddie's Feat. I hope you enjoy, as I certainly enjoyed writing this! As always, please feel free to flood my inbox and dms with anything your heart desires. I love hearing feedback and am always open to new ideas. Enjoy!

In case you missed it, here is part 1^

“Dude,” Will gaped, “what the fuck happened?”

Freddie’s belly was actively wobbling about. He couldn’t feasibly deny what had happened, especially because Brayden’s discarded clothes were in one hand while his other was methodically rubbing the swell of his bulging belly. Freddie felt somewhat ashamed, but only because he had gotten caught. These were his friends, so surely if he explained what had happened, they would be understanding, right? The college sophomore dared a look at Alex, whose jaw was on the floor. Fred’s belly let out a low, cacophonous groan between the remaining three friends. They stared in awe.

“Well,” Freddie explained, trying to form a rational story that his friends would accept, “Brayden and I…wanted to see how much I could fit…in here?” Even to Freddie, the story sounded false. The truth—that Brayden forced himself down Freddie’s gullet—was even more absurd, and neither Will nor Alex would’ve believed him. Freddie continued, “Do you—BBBBUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP—mind if we go to the living room? I think I need to sit down.”

In a deafening silence, Freddie led the way towards Alex’s living room, never taking a hand off of his belly. Brayden, of all times, had chosen to stop speaking, letting Freddie deal with the consequences of his actions alone. Still, he could feel jerky movements inside of his stomach chamber. Presumably, Brayden was pleasuring himself to the feeling of being in Freddie’s gut, which was just perfect, as now Freddie had to deal with the fallout alone. Plopping in the center of the plush couch, Fred had to spread his legs far apart to make room for his belly. Alex and Will sat on either side of him, waiting for Freddie to explain himself further.

“Look, guys…” he started, unsure how to talk about the massive belly in the room, “Brayden kept on asking about my stomach: how much I could fit, if he tasted good, how good it felt swallowi—”

“Dude!” Will snipped, just below a yell. “You ate Brayden!”

“How did you even…” Alex trailed off, starting to move his hand onto Freddie’s bloated abdomen before Will slapped his hand away and shook his head like a disappointed parent.

Freddie prodded his Brayden-filled belly like it was a bomb about to explode, “Yeah… but look, he wanted it, too.” A massive gurgle escaped from Freddie’s gut.

“How can you say that?” Will spat, incredulous.

“Brayden was jacked, and I’m not small,” Freddie’s ego got in the way here, “I mean, I could probably take him in a fight, if I got in close and—”

“Dude!” Will yelled at his gluttonous friend.

“Right, sorry, not the point. Brayden was much bigger than me in height and muscle, Will. Do you really think I would’ve been able to—UUUURRRRRPPPPP—’scuse me. Do you think I would’ve been able to do this if he didn’t want it?”

Freddie’s belly growled, telling Freddie that his belly could handle even more. Alex looked awestruck, while Will was a mixture of disbelief and personally affronted. Freddie tried another method, as he wasn’t really getting anywhere with just explaining it with words. Wrapping his muscled arms around both of his friends’ shoulders, he brought them in close. The heat radiating from Freddie’s gut was alarming, yet it felt really comforting to all three guys, whether they liked to admit it or not. The air had turned colder because of Freddie’s insatiable stomach, but here, it seemed like the very thing that would warm all of them up.

“Here, feel him in there,” Freddie grabbed his friends’ hands in his and moved to place them on his belly. Will jerked away, standing up off the couch, but Alex let it happen.

“I’m not going to give you a belly rub after you ate Brayden,” Will spat out the last two words with vitriol.

Fred scoffed, feeling a little awkward. He did understand Will’s perspective, but also, couldn’t he just listen to reason? On the other hand, Alex started rubbing Freddie’s belly, leaning in to his big-bellied friend and intently fixated on Freddie’s stomach. Freddie looked down at Alex and hummed, rubbing his back in an intimate gesture between long-time friends. If Will wasn’t in his corner, he was glad he had Alex at least. Alex continued rubbing and doting on Fred’s gut, massaging it gently and listening to the loud noises it produced every few seconds. With each gurgle and churn, Alex snuggled up a little closer to Freddie, getting a better angle to rub his belly. Smitten with Alex, Freddie didn’t notice Will left the room and returned with a bedsheet and a determined look. Will cleared his throat, wrenching Freddie from sweetly rubbing Alex’s back and head whilst he massaged the behemoth of a belly beneath him.

“Right, you two are insane, but I’m not. We’re gonna fix this, okay?” Will knelt down before Freddie, getting eye level with his navel. “Hear that, Bray? We’re gonna get you out of there!” Will placed his flat palm on Fred’s belly, sending shivers of pleasure through the voracious college student.

“What are you doing…?” Freddie asked, feeling somewhat uncertain about Will’s approach to “getting Brayden out of there.”

“Well,” Will sounded annoyed, “you know he can’t stay in there.” Will glanced down at the wobbling mass attached to his best friend. “So, we’re gonna get him out, right Alex?”

Alex squeaked and nodded, standing up to show that he ultimately knew that Freddie was in the wrong, despite not being able to pry his gaze away from his gut.

“You’ll let us do this, right, Fred? You agree that Brayden needs to get let out, right?”

This felt like gentle parenting. Of course Freddie knew that Brayden shouldn’t stay in his belly…but, it felt really nice to have his muscular body massaging him from the inside. Hesitating for a moment, Freddie gave in, “Yes, Will. You’re… right. Okay.” His response sounded far too robotic to be convincing, and he himself wasn’t convinced about letting Brayden go. His belly, for the first time in so long, felt full and satiated. Why couldn’t he enjoy this for just a little while longer? Freddie, saddened by their soon-to-be separation, rubbed his belly fondly and patted his stomach where he thought Brayden’s head would be. Then, the thought hit him, “Wait, how are we going to get him out?”

Will answered, matter of factly, “Easy, the same way he went in.” Will stripped his shirt, revealing his own chiseled torso. While not as toned and jacked as Brayden, Will had been hitting the gym alongside Freddie, and he managed to build up a nice amount of bulk over the years. Why exactly he needed to take his shirt off, Freddie was unsure, but he explained his plan. He took a deep breath, as if to say “why am I friends with these lunatics,” but he spoke with a cool head, “Alright, we’re gonna tie this bed sheet around my waist and Alex will hold on to it for dear life. Freddie, do I have your word you won’t…do the same thing to me that you did to Brayden?”

Freddie was unfailingly loyal, and he would never betray a friend. In essence, that was how he swallowed Brayden in the first place—he was just fulfilling Brayden’s wishes to be in his belly. To that end, he responded, “You do.”

Will still knew Freddie like the back of his hand, so he truly wasn’t worried about Freddie’s gluttony getting in the way. Plus, with his promise, Will’s determination was cemented into fruition. “Good, what we’re gonna do is have Freddie…take me in…then I’m gonna hold on tight to Brayden. You two will pull the both of us out together, understand?”

The two nodded in unison, giving way to their group-leader. Freddie’s stomach growled, which he silently cursed for being excited to have Will down his throat. Now that he knew he could swallow someone as big as Brayden, he wanted to test the waters more. Still, he made a promise, and he intended to keep it. The nagging thought plagued him, however: what about what Brayden wanted? The reality, something Will and seemingly Alex refused to believe, was that Brayden wanted to be swallowed up by Freddie. Regardless, the plan was almost in motion. Like a high-stakes bank heist, Freddie and Will and Alex all steeled themselves for what was to come.

“I can’t believe you, man. How did you even…” Will sighed and shook his head before tying the final knot around his waist. He awkwardly approached Freddie, unsure of how to begin this strangely erotic process. He participated earlier in the banter about Freddie’s belly, but he never imagined it would get this…peculiar. Turning back to Alex, the two exchanged a look, regarding each other about their ravenous friend and the trouble he’s caused. Alex’s knuckles whitened around the bed sheet, and Freddie started feeling guilty only because of the gravity Will was treating this situation with. With a stern look, Will demanded of his big-bellied friend, “Don’t swallow. Let me do the moving, okay? I swear, Freddie, if you gulp me down like Brayden,” he dared a look at Freddie’s wobbling gut, “...just, don’t.”

Freddie nodded profusely, obeying without hesitation. Despite that, his belly growled. “Do I open wide, or…”

“Don’t make it weird, bro.”

Freddie didn’t know how to make this situation any less odd, but he opened his maw once again that night, ready to take Will into his stomach. Will jumped up and down a few times and shook himself out, as if he was preparing for a sporting event. Freddie just sat there, wrapping his hands around the obscene dome of his gut. After several long, tense moments, Will approached Freddie, eyes narrowed. Freddie tried to relax, spreading his legs out and resting his arms on the back of the couch. He figured having his arms away from Will would make it harder for him to want to take control and start pushing Will deeper down his velvety gullet. However, in Will’s perspective, he only saw Freddie getting ready for another taste of friend. He shook it off. This was Freddie—one of his best friends—and Freddie would never break a promise.

Will leaned down and put a finger in Freddie’s open, awaiting, and salivating mouth. The group leader shuddered like a withering plant. The hot, slimy texture from his friend’s tongue wrapped around his finger like a snake enveloping its prey. Fred stared deep into Will’s hazel eyes, waiting in anxious anticipation for another taste of his friend. His leg started bouncing in an attempt to stop himself from swallowing more of his friend down his throat. Every impulse in Freddie’s body was screaming for him to add Will to the bulge in his belly—to reunite him and Brayden. But, he resisted. He made a promise, and he was going to keep it.

After what felt like years, Will pushed his other hand into Fred’s mouth and began to dive deeper into the hot, wet confines of Freddie’s throat. It smelled rancid: a half digested mixture of the sushi Freddie devoured earlier and Brayden’s cologne burned the nostrils like a chemical accident. Freddie eagerly accepted Will’s arms down his throat, feeling the familliar bulge in his diaphragm that Brayden made in his similar descent. With an iron will, Freddie didn’t swallow, almost choking himself just to appease Will’s request. His friend was clearly uncomfortable as his head and shoulders slid into Fred’s unhinged gullet, but he was doing this for Brayden. Freddie looked down at Alex, who was still eyeing his gut with a trance-like stare. Alex was so encapsulated by watching Freddie open up wide enough for Will to fit inside that he began to lose his grip on the bed sheet that tethered the group leader to the outside world. Then, an unfortunate series of events took place.

Freddie moaned, trying to get Alex’s attention. He pointed to the bedsheet loose in Alex’s hands, but in doing so, Freddie’s moan turned into a cough, then a gag, then a deep, guttural, slow swallow. The two boys heard Will yelling from inside. Freddie had done the one thing Will had asked him not to. Freddie could feel Will’s head and arms enter his stomach chamber with a wet, slimy squelch. Freddie bucked his hips, fraught with desperation to fit the rest of his friend down his gullet. Rivers of drool pooled out of Fred’s mouth, lubricating his friend and dropping onto the couch with loud, rhythmic plopping noises. To try and quell his urges, Freddie thrummed his belly roughly, hoping that Brayden alone would satiate his desires. Unfortunately, his friend seemed to have other plans that would make that difficult.

Deep breaths through the nose eventually let Freddie calm down and excruciatingly, painfully, finally let him resist the overbearing urge to belly the rest of Will. Nodding his head at Alex, Freddie patted his monstrous gut, telling Will and Brayden that it was okay to come up. They waited for a moment, then two, then for about thirty seconds, nothing happened. Freddie’s two friends inside his digestive tract seemed to be arguing about something. Faint, muffled voices could be heard that carried the tone of urgency and intensity. Then, all of a sudden, Will was yanked deeper into Freddie’s throat. Eyes wide, Freddie looked at Alex bewildered. Freddie didn’t swallow, and Will certainly didn’t want to go any deeper into his friend’s belly, so what was going on? Another yank pulled Will’s thighs down Fred’s drooling maw, happily accepting more food whether Freddie’s mind wanted it or not. The two outside started panicking, not knowing how Will was getting pulled deeper.

“What the hell do I do?” Alex practically shrieked, watching Will get pulled deeper into Freddie, ballooning out his gut even more.

Freddie flew his arms out to the side in an “I don’t know” gesture. Feeling Will started kicking his legs in a frenetic passion, he signaling to both guys to pull him out. Through all the shock and confusion, both guys took a hold of Will by the legs, getting ready to wrench him out. They pulled and pulled to no avail. Something was keeping Will stuck inside Freddie’s throat, pulling him deeper…

“Come on, Will, just give in!” Brayden yanked Will’s slippery torso deeper into Freddie’s stomach chamber. He had been quietly pleasuring himself since arriving in the pit of Fred’s belly, listening intently to the commotion going on outside. Will’s plan was to excavate him from Fred’s belly, but he knew that this was exactly where he was meant to be. He did force-feed himself to Freddie, after all, so he was here purely because he wanted to be in here. Will didn’t seem to grasp that. What’s worse, he didn’t understand like Brayden did how amazing it was to be inside of Freddie’s gut. So, in an attempt to get Freddie’s belly stretched even further, and to allow Brayden to stay inside the hot, wet, gurgly confines of his friend’s gut, Brayden used his overt strength to pull Will in alongside him.

“Let go of me man! Are you insane?” Will wriggled from Brayden’s grasp only to be clung onto again. Will’s psychopath of a friend was trying to get them both stuck in Freddie’s belly, even though Will was trying to rescue Brayden.

Slippery as it was, Brayden was by far the strongest and largest in the friend group. Will had no purchase to cling to, and Freddie and Alex on the outside couldn’t contest Brayden's strength and devotion to Freddie’s gut at once. Grasping Will’s moist skin by the armpits, Brayden tugged hard, feeling something come loose. With a great strain, Brayden’s constant back days came in great use as he pulled Will all the way inside Freddie’s stomach chamber, feeling the cramped confines of Fred’s belly expand two-fold to fit in two of his best friends now as opposed to the one.

“There you go,” Brayden panted, “see how nice it is in here? Come on bro, admit it, you know you want to…” Brayden rubbed over his friend's naked torso and legs, covering him with Freddie’s stomach juices. In here, the noise was deafening. Their glutton of a friend’s belly truly never knew a limit, seeing as how Fred’s belly easily contained both Brayden and Will now. His shorts had inexplicably excused themselves from Will’s legs, leaving him completely naked alongside Brayden. Will hated that his body was accepting this, as his cock was rock hard alongside his other belly-filler that he used to call a friend. Very proud of himself, Brayden nudged the stomach walls of his friend, signaling to the young predator that he had fulfilled his belly even more.

Outside, a shocked silence filled the room, broken up by Freddie’s belly, which was a harbinger for stomach gurgles and groans. Freddie smacked his lips and limply played with the bedsheet that was once anchoring Will to the outside and was now attached to nothing. With an immense amount of guilt, his primary thought was that he wished he had gotten to savor Will a bit more before feeling him grow his belly out twice as big. He patted his disproportionately rounded gut and looked up to Alex.

“So, uh…” Freddie patted his belly, “what now?”

A huge burp erupted from Fred’s mouth, caused by the fighting that seemed to be happening inside his belly. As a consequence, Will’s gym shorts came flying out of Freddie’s mouth and slapped Alex directly in the face. The saliva-covered fabric seemed to be all that was left of their friend, if you discounted the titanic belly Freddie now sported and rubbed over possessively. Looking down, Freddie saw the bulges of Brayden’s hands, and he began to piece together what had happened.

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“I think, uhh,” Freddie rubbed his chin, unsure how to say this in a way that sounded digestible, “I think that Brayden pulled Will down into my belly. I mean…You saw me. I didn’t swallow him once. I kept my promise, and yet, he’s…” Freddie trailed off and looked down at the squirming bulges that comprised his stretched abdomen.

“Huh… Will’s in there, too.” Alex spoke like he was hypnotized. Without warning, he kneeled down and began rubbing the crest of Freddie’s belly with a sensual spark of desire. Eye to eye with Freddie’s navel, Alex gave his friend’s belly button a light kiss.

Exasperated, Freddie belched and put his head in his hands, resting his elbows on his stomach. Now he had two friends in here, and it felt so, so good. But, Will definitely wasn’t happy in there, and Alex wasn’t going to be of any help getting him out. Brayden couldn’t be more overjoyed, having added not only himself but Will in there, too. Leaning back, Freddie took a look at his engorged stomach with a little bit of awe. As ashamed he was to admit it, he was really proud of how he could fit two whole guys in there at once. The curve, the spherical shape, the noises his gut made as it sloshes around his food—Freddie was pretty much in heaven. Plus, Alex rubbing his belly, hypnotically fixated on his aptitude for swallowing his friends whole, which really helped make the college student feel great.

Inside, the belly-captives were essentially oil-wrestling, with Brayden favored as the clear victor. Freddie’s jam-packed gut kneaded them together, constantly rubbing cocks in the midst of their violence.

“Fuck you!” Will panted, finding difficulty in finding oxygen within the moist, squishy belly. His cock was at full mast, constantly getting stimulated by the wet, enveloping organ that contained him as well as Brayden’s brash movements.

“We belong in here, bro! Don’t you like how it feels?” Brayden pushed Will to the bottom of the belly, soaking his body in the mush that Freddie devoured at dinner. Pinning Will’s wrists next to his head, Brayden slowly lowered his torso to sit on Will, letting his wet, hard cock slide up into Brayden’s lubricated hole. Both boys moaned in unison, quickly shifting the vibe inside Freddie’s belly. What once was a sweaty mess of hatred and violence quickly turned into a sloppy, sweltering fuck session. Both guys dropped their hands and immediately clung to the other, kissing each other with so much passion that any romance movie would be jealous. The soft, wet folds of Freddie’s belly really did a number on both guys’ sex drive. Brayden began bouncing on Will’s leaking cock, whilst Will groped Brayden’s pecs for dear life as he was ridden within an inch of his life. 

“Fuck, me, you take that cock so well,” Will breathed, completely forgetting how angry he was at the meathead.

“Yeah, you like that, Will? You like how your big cock feels in my ass?” Brayden spat, cupping Will’s head and quickening his pace, grinding his bubble butt harder onto his friend. Will’s thick meat slid easily in and out of Brayden’s plump cheeks, wet slapping sounds accompanying each bounce on his cock. On the outside, this sloppy sex was stirring up a great deal of gas for Freddie.

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“Ugh, what the hell are they doing in there?” Freddie touched his belly delicately as if it were about to explode. After a prolonged lack of movement, his gut started shifting back and forth in a rhythmic kind of motion. He seriously didn’t know what the guys were up to, but it really made his belly feel good with all of the movement inside. 

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“Jesus, they’re really moving around in there,” Alex looked up for the first time in a long while. His own aching cock was visible through his shorts, yet Freddie tried not to pay attention to his friend’s throbbing member.

This night couldn’t have been more strange, so Freddie decided to throw the towel in and go crazy with his ambitions. He had already swallowed two thirds of his friend group. He might as well finish the last guy off. His belly still had room for more, and he knew that Alex would taste delicious. Freddie, ever rubbing his belly, casually spoke, “So how do you want to go down?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Yeah. So how do you want to go down? Feet or head first?” Freddie seemed transfixed on a spot on his stomach as he rubbed it without making eye contact. He belched out the side of his mouth, a casual display of his immense greed.

“Freddie…no…” Alex wanted to back away, but Freddie quickly seized him by the wrist. His stomach made a cacophonous sloshing sound with the other guys inside.

“Don’t worry, bro. It’ll be fine. Just tell me how you wanna — BBBBUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPP — go in.” Freddie’s casual tone for speaking about swallowing up his last friend was chilling. For the first time this night, Freddie was taking charge of the situation and doing exactly what he wanted to do. No more meals would shove themselves down his gullet; he was gonna gulp down someone for himself. And, as it happens, Alex was going to be that someone. “Which way will it be?”

Alex was tugged down onto the couch to meet Freddie eye-to-eye. He couldn’t help but stare further at his friend’s massive belly that held two of his friends within it. Gulping nervously, he suddenly felt like he was trapped in this situation. Will wasn’t here to save him. In fact, Will had also fallen victim to Fred’s belly. Brayden wasn’t here, either, to try and knock some sense into the predator. Brayden also ended up inside Freddie’s hungry tummy. These thoughts sent Alex reeling. How did Freddie do this? How could he do this? Why was he so casual about gulping down his entire friend group that he's been with for years? As he pondered this question, Freddie gave up on waiting for an answer. He clicked his tongue, chuckled, and licked Alex’s neck, tasting his final meal for the night.

“God, you taste so fucking delicious. Just as meaty as Brayden, and almost as salty as Will. You’re gonna feel so good going down, Alex.”

“F-Freddie, please,” Alex whimpered, cowering at his friend’s curious tongue. This sudden change in attitude was like a piercing bullet to the heart, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“Shhh,” Freddie whispered, “hear that…?” The predator’s stomach let out a long, deep rumble, sounding like a brutal threat to anyone that wasn’t Freddie. “I'm still hungry for more, Alex. You know what that means,” Fred licked hip lips.

“No. No, please! Feddie, I’m your friend, I’m not—”

Alex was cut off by Freddie wolfing down his head, forcing him in like he was meant to be dessert for his hungry friend. The salacious, formidable predator bunched up Alex’s shoulders and pulled his delectable body deeper into his throat. Inside his belly, the other two were still brutally fucking, so poor Alex would be having the shock of his life once he was swallowed down further. Freddie, in a euphoric fervor, did not seem to care about Alex’s well-being at the moment. His only concern was filling up his avaricious belly, which he was beginning to love and cherish more and more now. Alex’s flavor was a symphonic mix of his other two friends, which cascaded down his throat and kindled a warm, pure glow of pleasure in the pit of Freddie’s being. He moaned out, loudly signalling to Alex how good he tasted.

Freddie’s meal began struggling desperately for escape; however, he would find no solace besides the warm-wet embrace of Fred’s esophagus and digestive tract. Still, Alex began kicking his legs out, shouting for help. Unfortunately, all he looked like was a fish out of water, and Freddie was bringing him back into the sea. His severe gluttony propelled him to swallow more of Alex down, completely consuming his torso in a rapacious swallow. His throat muscles contracted against his friend, tightening then opening wide to allow his journey deeper into the yearning belly. For the third time that night, Freddie’s esophageal sphincter opened up, welcoming Alex’s head into his chamber, rife with activity.

Freddie pondered for a moment if what he was doing was right, but his head was far too clouded with how big his belly was going to be once Alex was safely tucked inside. A man’s gotta eat, right? Sometimes, if you’re hungry enough, you just need to make do with what’s around you, right? Freddie patted himself on the back for being resourceful and tilted his head back, letting Alex’s lower half slowly slide down into his belly. Like this, Fred could feel his stomach actively bloating out, which felt like a constant stimulation of satisfying pleasure, and he could also watch as Alex’s legs disappeared behind his plush lips, which was equally as fulfilling. A low, wet, sliding noise sounded as his tortured friend thrashed wildly but ultimately slipped deeper and deeper into his friend’s throat. In his mouth, a pool of saliva had formed, making Alex nice and wet to facilitate his travels. If Freddie could be honest with himself, this was amazing. It felt so good to be able to swallow his friends whole, and as time passed, he was convincing himself that this is where they belonged—inside his belly, gurgling and churning away.

After an agonizingly long time for Alex but a tragically brief time for Freddie, gravity had done its job. Alex was safely past Freddie’s open maw. He gulped one time, sending Alex’s feet barrelling into his rapidly growing gut. When his gargantuan stomach rounded out, he felt relieved to have finally finished his dinner for the night. He leaned down and kissed his squirming belly: a monument to his insatiable hunger.

“Fuck me, you guys were good,” he moaned. “Just look at this thing! You made me huge, but it feels so good– UUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP–settle down in there, okay you guys?”

Fred jostled his belly, hearing the roaring sloshes and feeling the frenetic movements inside of it. If he could reach his aching cock around his behemoth of a belly, he would have ejaculated twenty times by now. Who knew the process of swallowing your entire friend group whole could be so erotic? With a herculean effort, Freddie used the momentum of his belly to stand himself up and begin something of a penguin waddle over to Alex’s bedroom where he would sleep these guys off for the night. His hands were magnetic to his belly—Freddie was addicted to feeling his stomach gurgle around his friends, coating them in his juices and massaging their meat until they were tender. He had to pause in the hallway to take deep breaths because walking around while carrying your best friends in your stomach was tiring work. Plus, his friends were still definitely moving around in there. It seemed like they didn’t want to give up just yet.

As Fred finally made his way to Alex’s soft, queen-sized bed, Brayden, Will, and now Alex were all about to reach their climax. Somehow, Will had maneuvered Brayden to the middle of Freddie’s gut so he could fuck his mouth. As he was doing so, Alex spilled into the stomach chamber with them, and Brayden taunted Alex with his perky bubble butt. Alex figured he might as well because there was nothing else to do, so he joined in on the fun, ravaging Brayden’s used hole with his rock-hard dick. The boys, now engaged in a passionate threesome, were kicking up a lot of gas for poor Freddie, who was belching up a storm on the outside. The air gradually became more stale as time passed. To Freddie, this was just a food coma after a big meal, but to his friends, this was their last night to truly live, so they had to make everything worth it. As Alex and Will Eiffel Towered Brayden, they kissed deeply whilst pumping in and out of their muscular friend. The oxygen supply was slowly running out, so their movements quickened, knowing they had little time left. With a rough pounding, all three guys came gallons at the same time, letting their cum paint Brayden and the stomach walls that kneaded them like dough.

“Fuck..!” Brayden, exclaimed, short of breath. “I love you guys…Fuck you Brayden,” he said, kissing him angrily on the lips.

“You were the best friends I’ve ever had,” Alex rubbed his cock between Brayden’s ass cheeks and collapsed onto his back.

“I’m glad we’re all here to experience this together,” Brayden moaned, grinding against Alex and kissing Will deeply.

With that, the sweltering confines of Freddie’s belly took control, siphoning any oxygen the boys might’ve had left over and replacing it with digestive enzymes and stomach juices. It was unfortunate, but it’s not like anyone there didn’t know what happens inside a hungry belly. In a hazy fervor of passion and lust, the guys all fell asleep on top of each other, letting Freddie’s belly get to work on them.

Freddie, still dozing, woke up in the middle of the night to rub his belly and feel his friends stop moving. He groaned in dissatisfaction, as their movements felt really good, but he rubbed his belly once more and smiled, cooing softly to them, “You guys tasted so good. Thank you for filling me up, bros.”

The morning sun-rays filtered through Alex’s blinds like beams of heaven themselves illuminating Alex’s bedroom. Brayden woke up first, just in time to see Freddie entering the room, four coffee mugs in hand. He himself looked like an angel with his short, curly hair, striped boxers, and muscular frame. And, curiously, his flat six-pack had returned to its shredded state. His predatory friend beamed at Brayden lovingly before handing him a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Freddie fluttered his eyelashes in a mock-girlfriend type of manner to Brayden, who looked down at his coffee with a confused expression, like it was drugged.

“What…? But didn’t you…?” Brayden trailed off, still feeling somewhat sticky. He was naked, which was bizarre, given that Freddie didn’t seem off-put by it in the slightest. Looking over, he saw two other naked, sleeping figures—Alex and Will—cuddled up against each other tightly and snoring softly. They looked cute together, but that didn’t shake the confusion Brayden felt stirring in him.

“I did,” Freddie admitted, nodding his head and taking a sip of coffee casually. “But, Bray, you know me enough by now, don’t you? You knew you guys were never actually on the menu…”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Brayden slumped, somewhat disappointed, and Freddie climbed into bed next to his larger friend to comfort him about not being digested.

Rubbing Bray’s back in slow circles, Freddie squeezed next to him and whispered, “And, plus, I want…” Freddie murmured something into his coffee mug that Brayden couldn’t hear.

“Huh?”

“I wanted…”

“Freddie, speak up bro.”

“I want to do it again with you guys. Here, listen,” Freddie’s stomach was growling with a deep primal hunger. Last night had unlocked something in him that needed satisfying.

Brayden looked at Freddie in his charming, handsome face, taking a moment to analyze and scan his friend’s handsome features. The, Brayden leaned in slowly and kissed Freddie passionately on the lips. Freddie was taken aback, but he put his coffee mug on a bedside table and kissed Bradyen back with equal amounts of lust.

The two boys went on like that for quite some time, fooling around with each other and listening to Freddie’s stomach growl. Eventually, Will woke up to the sight of Brayden’s hand wrapped around Freddie’s massive cock and he jumped back in shock. The two laughed and decided to wake Alex up to explain everything that had happened last night. After a great deal of apologizing from Freddie for making it seem like they were his food (Surprisingly, Will forgave him almost instantly, but Alex needed more convincing), and after a lot of…previously unsurfaced feelings were hashed out in the folds of Freddie’s belly, the guys all took turns washing up in Alex’s shower, making sure Freddie’s digestive juices weren’t anywhere on their person, they all got together to walk down to a breakfast place down the street (Freddie’s idea, of course).

Brayden grabbed Freddie by the elbow before he went out the door to follow Will and Alex, who were already down onto the street. Sheepishly, Brayden asked, “Hey, Freddie?”

“Yeah Bray?”

“One day, will you let me stay in there,” Brayden nodded down at Fred’s stomach. “Like, permanently.”

Freddie smiled warmly, kissing Brayden on the cheek, “Sure thing, bro. One day. But for now, let’s just go get breakfast.” Freddie’s belly rumbled softly, telling them it was time to go.

In elation, Brayden picked up Freddie with ease, spinning him around several times and kissing Freddie everywhere he could think of, stopping for a moment at his abdomen, giving a slower, more meaningful kiss there, which earned him a deep growl. Freddie blushed a crimson scarlet, barely able to hold himself back from swallowing his friend right then and there. “Alright, Bray, you’ve had your fun. Let’s go catch up with the others. I’m starving.”

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N= No (turn offs or absolutely won’t do

They hate seeing you talk to other guys when they aren't around if Draco touches your arm they will be pissed or worst a ferret funeral

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

They love when you give them a blow job but they love giving you head and other stuff and they are very good at sex when it comes to you

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Fred goes in fast and hard and he can last about 2 rounds before he falls asleep

George goes in slow and gentle and he can last almost 3 rounds before falling asleep

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Fred loves fast and hard but George loves slow and gentle so he can admire you and your body longer

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

They love taking risks so I would say yeah they would

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts

Fred can go 2 times and it lasts about 2 hours for each round before you start whimpering and begging for a break

George can go 3 times and it lasts about 1 hour for each round before he pulls away to give you a break

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Fred uses a gag and a vibrator on you but George just uses the vibrator if you ask him to use it on you

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

They both love teasing you by gently playing with your nipples and slowly kissing your pussy until you beg for more

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Fred moans loud and he mumbles about how much he wants to kiss all over your body until you beg

George whimpers and moans quietly but he does talk about how much he loves you when he is kissing your neck

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Fred seems like the type of person to make you cum when ever he wants and then eats you out

George just gives you gentle then rough kisses until you cum

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Fred is like probably 6 or 7 inches on his cock and it's beautiful, a red tip at the end, hard and vainy

George is probably 5 or 6 inches on his cock and it's a pretty sight, it's like Fred's, a red tip, but soft and not as vainy as Fred's

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Fred only gets in the mood when he sees you naked, you sit on his lap directly on his tent and when you dry-hump him

George gets in the mood when you beg for his cock in your mouth and when you get on your knees and give him a blow job

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after

Fred will fall asleep probably 7 minutes after if he was rough and hard on you but only after he cleans you up and cuddles you

George will immediately fall asleep after he cleans you up and puts you to sleep but he will fall asleep on your chest

[sneakyparsnipslicer]

The Cosplayer

For a few years now Glen had been going to an unofficial event for a game he loved. It all began around 2021, he'd seen his friend Kieran talking about it on Twitter; a gathering of fans of the game in a town he'd be able to get to. The first time he'd gone to the event, he was able to meet many other fans of the game, recognising some content creators he'd interacted with before online. In the midst of them all, there was one guy that stuck out to him; a cosplayer dressed up as one of the main protagonists.

Glen had seen a fair few cosplayers at places like Comic Con, but this guy was good. Very handsome. From what Glen could gather from others was he was a professional cosplayer that went to many official events hosted by the company that made the games they all enjoyed. Glen knew then and there that he'd have no chance getting to know the guy, but all the same he could admire him from afar.

The next two years were the same, Glen went to the event, so did Mr. 'Geno-Morphus' as his username online had him called. It was clear Geno had a band of friends he'd always hang out with at the events, some of which were shared with the people Glen had come to befriend over the years, though Glen never got the chance to meet Geno, they could never seem to be in the same place at the same time. Each year Glen would see him co-hosting a cosplay panel with another professional cosplayer. Glen had thought they were together until Kieran told him that Geno was actually gay, but also married. Glen had never felt his hopes rise and fall so fast, but he accepted the fact.

In late 2023 a small group of the event goers organised a little meetup in a town a little further away, and Glen was asked by Kieran if he'd like to go. Hanging out with the people at the events had fast become a highlight of each year and so he jumped at the chance. They'd all be meeting up early 2024, granted it wouldn't be as big as the main event, but it would be nice to see the friends all the same.

The journey took a while and Glen had just journeyed up following a night shift, so after a little nap at the hotel he'd booked a room at, he went down to the bar to meet up with Kieran, who waved to him. "Kieran! So good to see you!" cried Glen sweeping his friend into a hug. "Hey mate, good to see you too! Did you get a good rest?" Kieran asked, reclaiming his seat. Glen grabbed a seat next to him. "Oh yeah, NEVER travelling 3 hours after an 8 hour night shift again! Had to stop at Costa and get a shot of Espresso" Glen shuddered. Kieran chuckled, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Ah right, be right back, just gonna get a drink!" said Glen quickly, he headed to the bar and soon returned to the table with a pint of whiskey also. They both said "Cheers!" and clinked their glasses.

"So, is anyone else here yet?" Glen asked. "Well Caitlin says she'll be along in a few hours, Jack's here but he's taking a rest, he has come up from London of course" started Kieran. "Of course, I don't blame him" said Glen, Kieran nodded in agreement. "Fred and Kim are on their way with little Sammy, but their train's been held up" said Kieran. "Oh no, that sucks. Really hope Sammy won't kick up a fuss. Remember that time in 2022 when he had to be taken out the room?" asked Glen laughing. Kieran smiled, chuckling. "Yeah I think they want to forget about that, so don't bring it up!" said Kieran. Glen took a sip of his whiskey and gave him a thumb up. They both sat and talked a while, updating eachother and how life's been since the previous event, Kieran was surprised to learn that Glen had been invited to a Halloween party by Jack that had been hosted by another couple they knew based in London. As the night went on more people did arrive, drinks were had and to Glen's surprise, who should show up but Geno-Morphus. It seems he didn't live too far away and had actually decided to come along earlier in the week. Glen didn't quite know what to say. It wasn't like he didn't know who Geno was, but he wasn't exactly acquainted with him. Geno went to get a drink and came back, sitting next to Glen.

"How're you doing mate?" Geno asked Glen, smiling at him. "Oh you know, just happy to be here, happy to see everyone" Glen smiled. "We haven't spoken before have we? I know I've seen you at the events but I think I've been a bit to busy with the event organisers" said Geno, looking Glen up and down. "Yeah, I totally get that. Must be tough to get a moment to yourself at times like that" Glen replied. "Oh mate, you know it! So what's your name?" Geno asked. "Oh, I'm Glen, love your work!" Glen chuckled. "Cheers man, I really appreciate it. My name's Wesley in case you didn't know" said Wesley, offering his hand to shake, at which Glen accepted it. Glen and Wesley chatted a lot about their jobs, Glen joking about the actual shit he has to clean up at the cinema, Wesley talking about his cosplaying schedule. Eventually the group carried chatting til past midnight when the last call bell was rung. Some of the people took their drinks back to their rooms, Glen found himself walking with Wesley to Caitlin's room, she'd had way too much to drink and so they made sure she got back to her room and into bed safe. Glen left a glass of water on the side table for her and they both left. "Guess it's just us now Glen, fancy hanging at mine for a bit?" Wesley asked. "Sure, sounds good!" said Glen. They both headed to Wesley's room which was a floor above Caitlin's. Getting in, Glen saw that Wesley had brought his laptop, which was still on.

"Ah, thought I'd closed it. Oh well, wanna hear the playlist I'm putting together for my birthday party?" Wesley asked. Glen nodded. He pressed play and 'A Little Piece of Heaven' by Avenged Sevenfold started playing, Glen started laughing. "Oh man, no way! I haven't heard this song since 2012!" cried Glen, they both had fun singing the main chorus. "God you are so down to Earth Glen! How have we not spoken sooner?" asked Wesley, laying down on his bed looking at him. Glen shrugged. "I guess I always thought you were on another level. I mean we have guys that stream the games, podcasters, people making custom levels and I come along like 'Hey, I clean toilets at a cinema!'" said Glen. Wesley laughed. "I like you Glen, you're a good laugh" smiled Wesley. Just then, 'The Best' by Tina Turner came on. "Oh Tina Turner, you have great taste Wes!" said Glen, closing his eyes and swaying to the music. "Yeah, love Tina. Got to see her and Bryan Adams perform 'It's Only Love' back in 1985, God that was a good night" said Wesley looking at the ceiling. "1985?! Fuck man I wasn't even born!" Glen laughed. Wesley nodded sadly. "Yeah, this birthday coming up I'll be 47" said Wesley. Glen's jaw dropped. "No way are you 46!" said Glen in disbelief. Wesley shrugged. "It is what it is" he said. "But you're fine as fuck!" said Glen, clapping a hand over his mouth, realising what he'd just said. Wesley looked at him and laughed. "You really think so?" he asked, smiling. "Well if we're being honest, yeah. Your husband's a lucky guy, whoever he is" said Glen. Glen fell silent for a moment. "Maybe I should be getting back to my room now, sorry Wesley" said Glen, standing up and moving to the door. Wesley stood up and put a hand on Glen's shoulder. "It's ok, it's sweet of you to be honest, you've been so open tonight and I really appreciate that" said Wesley, standing before him, smiling.

Glen's mind was racing, he'd long had a crush on Wesley, he just never imagined he'd ever be in a room alone with him. Wesley moved in and kissed Glen gently on the lips. Glen didn't resist at first, but he pulled away and shook his head. "Sorry Wes, this isn't right, you're married" Glen began, Wesley put a hand gently on Glen's cheek. "Hey it's alright! We have a bit of an open relationship. Polyamorous, you know. He'll always come first of course" Wesley explained. "Well, unless you cum first, right?" Glen chuckled, then hid his face in his palm. Wesley cackled at the joke, pulling Glen's hand away and kissing him again. Glen could feel his dick harden, he'd wanted Wesley for such a long time now and this was it. This was where he got to know Wesley intimately. Wesley pulled back and smiled, taking his jacket off. Glen began to unbutton his shirt and Wesley pulled his t-shirt off. They both looked at eachother shirtless, next moment they were in eachother's arms, making out, hands on eachother's backs, Glen running a hand through Wesley's hair and Wesley slipping a hand below Glen's jeans to feel his ass. They both pulled away, panting. "You've been wanting this a while, haven't you?" asked Wesley, grinning. "Oh if you could only know!" said Glen breathily, rubbing his hands over Wesley's well-defined pecs. Wesley wrapped his arms around Glen and thrust him onto the bed, sitting atop him, beginning to unbuckle his own belt. Glen watched in anticipation as Wesley threw his belt away and began to pull down his trousers and boxers, revealing his girthy dick. "Am I living up to the dream?" asked Wesley. "I'll say! Fucking hell!" said Glen, reaching out to grab the shaft, beginning to pump it. Wesley threw his head back and began to moan, Glen sat up and began to suck his dick. Wesley looked back at Glen and smiled, pushing him back down on the bed. He stood up and kicked off his trousers and boxers. "Here" he said, laying back down on Glen, grinding his crotch into him whilst kissing him on the neck.

Glen cried out in orgasmic ecstasy as he wrapped his arms around Wesley's back. "I want you inside me!" Glen said, and Wesley stopped, they both stared eye to eye for a moment. "Well now I have your permission…" Wesley said sinisterly and proceeded to force Glen down stronger than before, grinding his crotch into Glen furiously, the sound of squeaking, squelching rubber filling the room and Glen moaned out. To his surprise, Wesley was beginning to sink into his own body, Glen put his hands on Wesley's ass, helping force him in. Glen had never felt more aroused and his sense of feeling was beginning to diminish, this absolute stud of a man was fucking his way in and it was amazing. He didn't know this was even possible, but somehow, he felt he'd needed it.

Under Glen's skin, Wesley was shifting himself, moving his arms and legs to fit correctly, lining up his face with Glen's. He unbuckled Glen's belt and pulled down his jeans and briefs, grabbing Glen's expanding dick and choking it, ensuring his own dick was stretching nicely into Glen's, using both hands he jacked off working up a sweat until finally he let out two, thick squirts of cum, laying back on the bed, panting. Glen's body was now in Wesley's control. He leaped off the bed and ran his hands down his slippery body. He walked over to the mirror and looked at himself. There was no trace of his old face at all, he was effectively Glen with a bit more musculature than before. "Well I've had fursuits and morphsuits, but you Glen, you've got to be my first bodysuit!" Wesley said out loud in Glen's voice. Hearing Glen's voice escape his mouth only made him smile, this was perfect. Wesley had grown bored of continual convention cosplay, it paid good, but required him to be available, never really leaving time for himself. Glen was to be Wesley's final cosplay, he'd announce Geno-Morphus's retirement on the socials later, and who knows, maybe his husband will enjoy Glen too!

[farihahqaisari]

predictions on what would happen at the f1 livery release:

someone forgot to send out the dress code and max shows up in the (hideous) red bull kit. george shows up in an adidas tracksuit.

oscar and ollie having a glaring match on who would stand next to their father (charles).

someone from williams reminding carlos that he's no longer a ferrari driver and should not stand with them.

someone not showing up by saying he's sick but is actually live on stream (either max or lando).

ocon booing when alpine shows their livery.

red bull fans playing spot the difference between this season's livery and last season's livery (the-only difference is the driver).

alpine accidentally forgets to invite jack and there's pierre and franco on stage.

max refusing to answer questions related to the new fia rules because “english is not my first language”.

jack is in the audience fighting for his life.

a fistfight (either on the stage or in the audience).

a comment from one of the team principals that would shake the internet and somehow max is still brought into this (??).

toto's eyes glossing with tears when he sees lewis walk in with ferrari (camera dramatically pans to him).

literally kimi: 🧍🏻‍♂️

fred and/or toto being a physical barrier between ollie and kimi to stop them from talking with each other because they wouldn't stop giggling.

countdown for the first race.

the show is a bit delayed.

one livery is accidentally leaked before they could present it on stage.

“SEEEERRRGGIIIOO CHHHEECCCCOOO PEEERREEEZZEE” part 2 (ik he won't be there but some other driver).

george and max being forced to sit together

toto (not) very discreetly snorting into his mic when red bull shows their livery.

all team principals crowding alex and carlos to know which hospital is the best for appendix removal.

[beansnsoup]

Jaelyn's fic recs!

Fluff- 🧡

Smut - 💛

Part One! -> Part Two!

Alastor-

☆ Deer Dolly - Series by @ohproserpine 🧡

☆ for valentines day, i thought i'd buy a gun. By @ohproserpine

synopsis: you make your husband mad on purpose. 🧡💛?

☆ Alastor x Wife!Reader by @altruisticalastor

Summary: Lucifer gets a little too brazen with Alastor's darling wife. Guess the Ruler of Hell would just have to learn a lesson about who you belong to 💛

☆ my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife by @iicarused

synopsis:reader is vox’s ex and he’s not too keen of the separation — you were supposed to come back to him! not run around with his rival and get rid of his only access of looking after you (removing any/all electronics from your life) 🧡?

☆ come back to me by @iicarused

synopsis: you’re getting tired of the radio demon (part ii) 🧡?

☆ alastor + cunnilingus by @vmpyria 💛

☆ heaven knows your name by @iicarused

synopsis: heartaches after yearning for each other after decades of being apart 🧡

☆ alastor x married!reader by @bigfatbimbo 🧡

☆ DANCE WITH THE DEVIL by @popamolly

summary. Amidst the vibrant 1920s in New Orleans, a forbidden love unfolds in the lively jazz-filled atmosphere, evolving from an intoxicating romance to a twisted tale of heartbreak and murder, serving as a reminder to never dance with the devil. (SERIES) 🧡💛

Johnnie Guilbert-

☆ New Set by @corrodedcoffins-blog

summary: Giving boyfriend!Johnnie head scratches after getting new acrylics 🧡

☆ Collab by @teapartyprincess4two

summary: You and Johnnie pretend to date, faking it for so long that it became real. 🧡

☆ Run Your Mouth by @samandcolby-ownme

Prompt: Johnnie and reader get into an argument which leads to make up sex. 💛

☆ vampire!Johnnie x reader by @caeunot

summary- you find out your bf is a vampire 🧡💛?

☆ johnnie guilbert x reader by @caeunot

summary- johnnie writing zombie about you 🧡

☆ You by @sturnsreader 💛

☆ you know i’ll keep you in my locket by @stardustloserdoll 🧡

JSchlatt-

☆ "sit on my face." by @ghostkidabs 💛

☆ Jack & Coke part one by @d444zed 🧡💛?

☆ Jack & Coke part two by @d444zed 💛

☆ Mutual breakup headcanon/oneshot by @ohbabydollie 🧡

☆ Mutual breakup oneshot by @ohbabydollie 💛

Ellie Williams-

☆ no room for the holy spirit by @moncherellie 💛

☆ Roommate Trouble by @justkindalivin

summary: Your roommate Jesse and his girlfriend Dina fuck..a lot. loudly. When you finally get fed up after being woken up by their nightly “activities”, you go to Dina’s dorm for some peace and quiet only to run into her roommate, Ellie. 🧡💛

☆ hands to herself by @elliesbarbie

summary: ellie thinks you look a little too good in that bikini you chose to wear for the annual best friend vacay and can’t keep her hands off you 💛

☆ Getting caught with ellie by @me-and-your-husband 💛

☆ Body Ink by @me-and-your-husband

summary: you tattoo ellie's thigh. it's a bit of a compromising position, and it leads you down an unexpected road. female reader. 🧡💛

Alex Turner-

☆ Pillow Talk by @ohladymoon-blog

summary: what the title says, just pillow talk and soft cuddles after sex. ends in cockwarming. 🧡💛

☆ strawberry lace by @lilmisssweetdreams 🧡💛

☆ Test Drive by @savorypink 💛

Spiderman-

☆ Wingman (Hobie Brown) by @love-bitesx 🧡

☆ Crybaby (Hobie Brown) by @merowkittie 🧡

☆ "Thank You, Mrs. Parker." (Spider Noir) by @sabcandoit

Summary: After your wedding, you and Peter go home and have sex for the first time. 🧡💛

☆ Miss Your Face (TASM! Peter Parker) by @dontsaypetertingle

Summary: When you have to go out of town for work Peter gets lonely and a bit needy. An innocent call home to check on him becomes a lot more intense than originally planned. (Has a pt 2) 💛

☆ Break It In (Tom! Peter Parker) by @simplyparker

Summary: Peter gets his first car, and you want to have some fun 💛

☆ Please, Don't Stop Now by @echos-newlegs

Summary: you are in an established relationship with Peter, and he very much wants baby. 🧡💛

Fred Weasley-

☆ Facetime by @albertdabuttler

summary: !!MODERN AU!! Fred calls you in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, but you look so pretty and he starts getting a little heated up. (Has 3 parts) 🧡💛

☆ Sweet Sugar Candyman by @keykeep 💛

☆ Sleeping In by @screamingoverfiction 💛

☆ Slipping Through My Fingers by @midnightmoonytales

Summary: Watching his little girl grow up had to one of his favorite things to see, but also one of the saddest. Every pivotal moment of her life flashing through his mind, even to this one now. (Wolfstar!daughter reader) 🧡

☆ Electric Pull by @apparentlytheproblem 🧡

Steve Harrington-

☆ I'll Be The Judge (Ft. Robin x Reader) by @luvfae

summary: steve and robin get into an argument about which one of them can give a girl a better orgasm, you come up with an idea to settle the argument once and for all. 💛

☆ Cowboy Hat Rule by @taintedcigs

summary: helping out mr. harrington in his ranch was supposed to be fun, but steve harrington was an asshole. an absolute pain in your ass that teased you, and you gave him the same energy back, always. so when you unknowingly wear his cowboy hat, he decides to teach you what exactly the cowboy hat rule is. 💛

☆ Marriage Pact by @fantasylandloser

summary: besties that plan to get married 🧡💛

Eddie Roundtree-

☆ Blind Date by @luvfae

Summary: The reader and Eddie get setup on a blind date 🧡💛

☆ Lead Singers Are Overrated by @luvfae

summary: working at the whiskey has it perks and that includes getting railed backstage by a certain bassist in a band. 💛

Extras-

☆ Not In On The Joke (Brian Quinn) by @joe--bro

Summary: The Jokers have to do certain tasks to win in the park, and a certain task given by the rest of the Jokers leads Q to talk to you. 🧡

☆ Flavored Kisses (Xavier Thorpe) by @cosmicpearlz

summary: in which you wear a different flavored chapstick everyday and your boyfriend xavier loves it. 🧡

☆ Babysitting (Judd Birch) by @just-another-author-i-guess

Summary: you and Judd are the designated babysitters for the night. 🧡💛

☆ Don't Fake It (Peter Quill) by @professorrw

Request/Summary: peter starts getting frisky with the reader but shes tired and isn’t really in the mood. He would never pressure her or anything but she wants to make him happy and feels bad saying no, so she does it and fakes her orgasm just to get it over with. Later, he somehow finds out (or knew all along, you decide) that she faked it and of course his ego is bruised and he’s kinda annoyed, but also feels guilty she didn’t tell him how she felt. So the next night, she starts coming onto him and he makes damn sure she never fakes it again. 💛

☆ So Beautiful (Loki Laufeyson) by @lokiisdaddyblog

Summary: Reader is feeling insecure and Loki proves to her that she's perfect. 🧡💛

[diorsluv]

feather , part 18

“ your signals are mixed ”

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[kalinara]

So I don't generally talk about Charles Xavier with regard to his disability, because as a person without physical disability, I don't really think I can examine it with the nuance that it deserves.

That and I'm a bit of a chickenshit. There is an opinion I have with regards to Charles's disability specifically that I think is possibly quite ableist. But it might be worth talking about anyway.

This is the opinion: I think if Charles Xavier wasn't disabled, he might never have recruited Scott Summers.

The others, yes. I think he'd have recruited them. They're all fresh faced, young, middle to upper-middle class (except Warren of course) non-threatening white kids.

They have powers that are either passive (wings/super agility) or very controllable. (Bobby's ice, Jean's telekinesis.) And they're all likable, personable kids with a lot of charm.

They're the perfect model mutant example to get humans used to the idea that mutants can be friendly and approachable and heroic.

And then you have Scott.

Scott has some of the traits that the others have. He's attractive and white. He's also a former street kid, a runaway orphan, whose powers erupt out of control as soon as he loses his glasses. And that happens a LOT. He's anxious, hyper-focused, and militant. The opposite of unthreatening.

To his credit, I do think Xavier has always wanted to help this kid. And there's a lot to say that Xavier sees a lot of himself in Scott and in his issues.

But one thing I've always noticed is that, in each AU I know of where Xavier and Magneto found the X-Men together, Scott is never on that team. He's always with Mr. Sinister.

Admittedly, in the universe where Xavier died early, Scott's there too. The conclusion I've always drawn from this is that without Xavier, Scott either never escapes from Jack Winters at all and is reclaimed by Sinister later, or ends up escaping back TO Sinister with nowhere else to go.

I don't think this is Xavier's fault, just to clarify. It's just that, in universes where he has Magneto right there to use his physical and tactical expertise, Xavier doesn't have to go looking. He doesn't necessarily have to work with Fred Duncan, or investigate Jack Winters, and he and Scott never end up crossing paths.

I tend to think the same would be true if Xavier had never been injured. I don't, I admit, tend to think of Xavier as a fighter. But he does have military service and he has a power that, while not directly destructive, definitely has as much, if not more, combat applicability as say, Hank or Warren's power.

Of course, if you think about it, there's nothing that really keeps 60s era Xavier from using those powers in battle anyway. But a very common theme in those comics is that Charles Xavier has some issues with how he sees himself and his disability. And it's pretty clear that he hasn't really accepted it, nor taken many steps to address it in a long term fashion.

I mean, look at the mansion. It doesn't seem incredibly wheelchair accessible. Look at how the kids behave with him. Of course, some of that is simply because the comics were written in the 60s. But still, you'd think, at some point, Xavier would tell them to knock it the fuck off. They're clueless ignorant kids, but they're not malicious. I think they'd stop if they understood that they were being ableist twits.

We all like to talk about that monologue where he confesses feelings for Jean, but it's also fair to point out that Xavier doesn't feel like he deserves to act on his feelings because of his disability. (One could wish that he knew that it'd be inappropriate to date a student at all, but well, this is a plot point that didn't update well.)

So then we have Scott, who is isolated by his own condition, much like Xavier feels isolated by his. Scott's of course is a much more fantastic take on a disability than Xavier's more realistic one. But there is a common ground. And I think, in some ways, young Xavier treats young Scott as a sort of surrogate for himself. He leads, because Xavier doesn't believe he can. He has the romance with Jean that Xavier doesn't believe he's worthy of. And so on and so forth.

I find myself wondering what that relationship dynamic would look like if Xavier didn't have those issues, or the underlying factor that inspires them.. And then I wonder if, like when Magneto is on the scene, Xavier might not have ever sought Scott out at all.

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Freddie's Feat pt. 1

Hey, this is my second story I'm posting! As always, anyone is welcome to make requests or send a dm. Let me know how you'd like this story to end in subsequent parts!

A heavy, resounding gulp finished the dinner off as it slid down to join the numerous other vestiges of food inside Fred’s bloated belly. Fred smiled warmly and patted his belly, “Ahh, that hit the spot,” he said. “It’s always a pleasure hanging out with you guys; food just tastes better when you’re with friends.”

“You glutton!” Will laughed. “If we hadn’t cut you off, you would’ve eaten at least ten more plates!” Will reached beside him and pulled up Fred’s shirt to show the other two guys how much Fred packed away behind his bloated 6-pack. Their friends Brayden and Alex laughed along whilst shaking their heads, forever impressed that though Freddie was that shortest among all of them, he somehow had more appetite than the other three combined.

“Yeah, yeah,” Fred quipped, still rubbing the bulge of his stomach, “you’re just jealous you can’t eat this much and still look jacked.” The college kid smirked and flexed his biceps, showing off his dedication to the gym. Freddie wasn’t massive by any means, but he was certainly shredded. Even through his bubble-gut, the outlines of his abs shone through clearly, and his muscles rippled underneath his skin with every movement.

“Whatever bro, let’s just pay the check and leave,” Brayden rolled his eyes and snickered lightly.

“We going to my place then?” Alex asked, refusing to facilitate more petty squabbling between his friends.

The three boys nodded enthusiastically and split the check between the four of them. Notably, Freddie’s check was four times more expensive than the second highest bill, but that was just the way things were for Fred’s hunger. He had learned to go with the whims of his belly rather than against it, but still, if Alex didn’t think he would raid his pantry, he was sorely mistaken. His friends had cut him off when he wasn’t nearly done, and despite its size and swell, his belly was still asking for more. In the uber home, the four boys had all crammed themselves into the back seat, with Freddie in the middle. His stomach groaned for more food in it, and all of the guys couldn’t help but notice how loud it was.

“Jesus,” Brayden remarked, “that thing is expressive. I don’t know how you survive with all that noise going on.”

Freddie chuckled and patted his gut again, belching obnoxiously loudly in the back of the uber. After fistbumping Alex, Fred responded with a quick, “You learn to love it.”

For the rest of the car ride home, the guys messed around, talked seriously about the new Fortnite season, languidly discussed their new spring-semester schedules for college, and here and there, one of the guys would bring the topic back around to Freddie’s appetite and bulging belly. They all, including Freddie himself, were perversely interested in his stomach. They constantly looked down at it and the noise it made. Of course, they tried to be casual about it, but they were all genuinely interested in how their little friend could pack so much away. They were interested in a way one would be interested in a foreign species of animal—plagued with curiosity and intrigue. Eventually, they all slid out of the uber, thanking their driver and waltzed up to Alex’s apartment on the third floor of his complex.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Alex said, as if they didn’t crash here practically every weekend.

“You’re always so polite, dude. You can ease up around us, you know,” Will smiled encouragingly, punching his friend on the shoulder. The four guys had been friends since their highschool days, and they were still going strong in their sophomore year of college. At this point, nothing could break their bond of friendship. Will was always the delegated leader, making plans and scheduling hangouts in the midst of the other lazy guys’ reluctance to structure their time. On the other hand, Alex was the wallflower of the group, chirping in here or there but usually remaining quiet and laughing along with the others; however, in highschool, the guys would always hang out at his house, which evolved to them hanging out in his apartment now that they were in college. Brayden steered the group on the right path, getting them all to start going to the gym and being the funniest in the room at any given moment. Freddie was the oddball; he was a healthy mix of each of the other guys, which balanced out the group evenly and wonderfully. Their dynamic was always vibrant and full of laughter and joy. If a stranger saw them walking down the street and laughing, they would smile to themselves and be reminded that true happiness does exist—that happiness comes from one’s friends.

Breaking out of the sappy moment, Freddie called out from the couch in the living room: “Yo, Alex, do you mind if Brayden and I raid your pantry?”

Alex smiled knowingly and rolled his eyes, “Yeah, go ahead guys!” He turned to Will, already giving him a knowing look. “Seriously,” Alex remarked, “I get Freddie, but Brayden too? The both of them together are gonna run up my grocery bill even more than Fred already was,” the young man lamented.

“Don’t worry,” Will responded, “we’ll get them to pay you back. Seriously though, how is that guy always so damn hungry?”

“God knows,” Alex whispered. At that, the two of them went to the living room to unwind and collapse after a long day of classes and homework.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Brayden and Fred were raiding the pantry and kitchen cabinets like they were hoarding food for a nuclear apocalypse. Amidst all of their rifling, little whispers of “Ooh, get that!” and “Who knew Alex was holding out on us?” made their way out into the apartment. The two guys, after essentially gutting Alex’s whole pantry, started snacking lightly and began talking. Freddie’s stomach still pushed out his shirt slightly, which was very noticeable by Brayden. Freddie seemed to have moved on from talking about his noisy belly, but Brayden was interested in pushing the subject a bit further.

“So like, dude,” Brayden chuckled, steering the conversation in a completely new direction, “how much of this food do you think you could fit in there,” he said, pointing at Fred’s stomach.

Fred pondered for a moment, not even phased by the sudden shift in topic to his belly. After a brief deliberation, he said, “Probably…all of it? If I was hungry enough. I don’t know, bro. This belly can hold a lot when I want it to.”

Brayden’s eyes bugged out. He reached for the closest comparison he could think of, which ignited a terrible thought in both boys’ minds: “Dude, what?! That’s crazy! All of this food is like…bigger than me-sized. Are you saying you could fit me into your stomach?”

Freddie still smiled, despite the weird implication from his friend. He chortled, “Haha, dude… what?”

“You know,” Brayden had already taken the leap, so he decided to press further, “do you think you could fit me in your stomach…?” He dropped his jovial tone, genuinely asking his friend about his stomach capacity and his ability to fit him in there.

Fred paused for a moment, taken somewhat aback by Brayden’s sudden departure into this perverse topic. He wasn’t feeling negative towards this, but he was quite surprised that Brayden was this fixated on Freddie and his digestive capabilities. “I mean,” Fred looked his muscular friend up and down, appraising him as food for his stomach, “I think I could fit you in my gut, if I could open up wide enough, but more importantly, if you tasted yummy.”

Brayden stood still for a moment, proud of himself for having gotten this far                   with his twisted fascination with his friend. Freddie didn’t seem to seriously consider it yet like Brayden was, but he pushed just a little further. Brayden offered up his arm, holding it out to Fred without words. Freddie looked at his taller friend and shook his head whilst chuckling. Brayden didn’t want to back down though. He had to know what Freddie’s stomach was capable of. “Taste me,” he said in a commanding yet eager tone. From the living room, Alex and Will could be heard laughing and shouting at the television as they played some game that they were fully absorbed in. Even though they were jocular and acting like the friends they had always been, that good vibe didn’t extend to the extremely tense and strange tension that had built up in the kitchen.

“You’re so fucking weird, bro,” Freddie gave in, trying to return to the light and airy mood from before. But, to oblige his perverted friend, Freddie grabbed Brayden’s arm and licked him, forearm to bicep. When Freddie got to the crest of Brayden’s ample bicep, the two boys heard the deafening sound of Freddie’s stomach growling for food. Clearly, Fred thought Brayden tasted amazing. In fact, Freddie had instantly deduced that Bradyen was the best thing he had ever tasted the moment his tongue made contact with his friend’s tanned skin.

“I guess that means I taste good…?” Brayden really didn’t think he’d make it this far.

Freddie put both hands on his belly and looked down at it then back to Brayden. It growled once more. “Yeah,” Freddie quietly responded, “you taste really good.”

“Everything okay in there?” Will called from the living room, checking up on his friends.

“Yeah, everything’s fine, don’t worry about us!” Brayden called back, acting like nothing was going on. He looked at Fred intensely, brown eyes wide with something that looked like a warning, concern, and maybe excitement? Freddie couldn’t tell, but he was ready to reunite with Will and Alex. Thinking about tasting Brayden and how he could fit into his belly was already a little too much for the smaller college kid. He didn’t like how serious Brayden was talking about his stomach. I mean, Freddie loved the feeling of a full gut more than anyone, but the thought of…putting Brayden in there was weird, right? Freddie did genuinely think that, but his stomach growled again. Brayden looked down and rubbed Fred’s saliva off of his arm somewhat reluctantly. “Sorry bro,” he said, “looks like I sent your belly into a frenzy. But hey, at least we know what it wants…” Brayden trailed off, seeming questionably okay with the situation he had manufactured with his friend.

“What do you mean by that?” Freddie desperately wanted to go back to the living room and spend time with his friends, but Brayden’s insistence to continue this conversation had started muddying his thoughts with…unique ideas that worried him.

Brayden knew Freddie—he knew his friend. What’s more, he believed in Freddie. Fred’s gut was a thing he had been fantasizing about for years, and he began to view it as an object of worship, almost. Every time they went out to dinner, he would watch from the corner of his eye as Fred’s stomach grew more and more, and he would dream of one day helping Freddie do that. His primary desire wasn’t to be swallowed up by Freddie per se, but Brayden was certainly devoted to helping his friend’s belly grow larger. With the thought that Freddie found him delicious and he could definitely fit him in his stomach, Brayden was completely convinced. He knew what he had to do. Even if Freddie didn’t realize it, this was the best for both guys in this situation. At least, that’s what Brayden thought. Before he could lose his nerves, Brayden strode up towards his best friend and smiled warmly at him.

“I hope you enjoy it, bro.”

Brayden, stronger and taller than Freddie, pushed his smaller friend up against the fridge, romance-style. The tanned, hunky college kid knelt down and lifted Freddie’s shirt. Leaning in, Brayden kissed Fred’s stomach deeply and passionately, thanking his idol and warning it for the meal it was about to receive. He gave Fred’s bulging stomach a few doting rubs along the swell of it before standing back up to look at his friend in the face.

“Brayden, what the fuck are you—mmph!” Freddie stared at his friend with a deer-in-headlights expression; however, he was cut off when Brayden stuck his entire hand into Freddie’s mouth.

The wave of flavor was so pleasurable to Freddie that he instinctively swallowed almost instantly, lurching Brayden forward and pulling him up to his forearm. Freddie’s stomach growled sharply like ringing church bells for the celebration of a new, delicious meal. Brayden looked pleased with himself, and he used his free hand to rub Freddie’s belly, worshiping his god before being assimilated into it. Freddie fought for a moment, but looking into Brayden’s soft, handsome brown eyes, he hesitated for just one second, which was enough for his body’s peristalsis to involuntarily swallow up more of Brayden. Now, Freddie’s tongue licked and slurped all over Brayden’s bicep. His jaw stretched open wide, yet Freddie felt no pain at all. As much as he hated to admit it, this was probably the most pleasurable experience he’s ever felt. Brayden was thrilled as Freddie gulped him down further, feeling Fred’s tight throat expand to pull him deeper down was an orgasmic feeling, as it was the culmination and result of years worth of pining and yearning.With his wildest fantasy finally realized, Bradyen spurred his best friend on further: 

“Good job bro. I taste good, don’t I? Come on, man, you can do it. Just keep swallowing, just put me in here,” he rubbed Freddie’s gut again; however, he found his hand on top of Freddies’. It seemed like his smaller friend was already feeling his stomach, waiting for it to be larger as Brayden filled him up. This ignited an even more intense sense of passion in Brayden, and he pushed himself as well as he could deeper into Freddie’s mouth. Brayden pushed his free hand right next to his other arm, pushing as hard as he could to fit both of his arms into Fred’s mouth.

Freddie didn’t really want this, but Brayden was stronger than him, so he couldn’t really refuse. Plus, he tasted so amazing, and it was slowly becoming harder and harder to refuse. With a grunt, Freddie took in Brayden’s other arm, swallowing again, which brought his childhood-friend up to his shoulders. Freddie’s eyes were still wide with concern, so Brayden encouraged his friend just a little bit further before his head would get swallowed down alongside his arms.

“That’s it, bro. You’re doing great…give in and let me fill your belly.”

Freddie responded with a concerned yet still pleasure-soaked moan. Half of it was telling Brayden how good he tasted, but the other half of it was telling his meathead friend to snap out of it and stop treating himself like steak and Freddie like the predator he was. Regardless of intention, Freddie gulped again, loud and clear, engulfing Brayden’s face into his maw, now drooling with anticipation. Freddie was shocked that he fit in there, and even more shocking: Brayden’s head and shoulders were the widest part of his body. Now that he has engulfed this part of his friend, the rest of him should slide down easily…

The college kid shuddered, realizing the gravity of having Brayden halfway down his throat. Even though his body was begging for more—to stuff his friend into his belly and feel him wriggle and squirm in there—his mind knew that he didn’t truly want this. Brayden was insane, and he was pushing that onto Freddie. Still, though, the knee-jerk reaction to swallow again and again plagued Fred as Brayden assumed something of a diver’s position down his throat. He continued trying to kick off with his feet to propel himself further and further into Freddie’s gut, and Freddie was still too hazed to resist in any meaningful way. Brayden’s tank top was already soaked in a layer of saliva as his bouncy pecs landed in Fred’s mouth. The blossoming predator licked over them with perverted lust, enjoying the flavor too much to remember that this was his friend Brayden that he was swallowing whole. He felt his throat bulge out as Brayden’s head made its descent, and he finally felt his stomach start expanding as Bray’s hands and arms began spilling into his stomach chamber.

This was the final tipping point. The rapid swell of his abdomen convinced Freddie of two things: first, Brayden—crazy as he was—was one of his best friends, and Freddie would do anything for his friends. And second, because Freddie and Brayden were such good friends, Fred wanted to honor his friend’s wishes, which meant swallowing him down and enjoying it too. Freddie moaned and placed his hands on his gut whilst swallowing again, sucking down Bray’s abs into his mouth. He licked over the bumps and ridges of his friend’s toned muscle, nibbling slightly with little pressure from his sharp teeth. He could feel Brayden squirm and laugh from within him, which meant he was doing something right, he thought. A now eager hand peeled off Brayden’s shorts and underwear, ready to devour those fat cheeks with glee, until Alex called in to check on the two guys from the living room.

“You two good in there? You’ve been in my kitchen for a while, and there’s not much interesting stuff over there. Come watch the game!” Freddie froze, but Braden did not. As he squirmed himself deeper into Freddie’s stomach chamber, Freddie tried to respond.

“MM-Mm-mmhhhmmm!” Freddie tried to sound as inconspicuous as possible, which was difficult given the circumstances; however, the answer seemed satisfying enough for now.

“Whatever man, just join us when you’re done!” Will wrapped up the moment of intensity of Freddie potentially getting caught.

Freddie’s throat squeezed over Brayden tightly before letting him through the dark, wet passage. After a short while, he felt a tight, slimy ring allow him entrance into Fred’s stomach chamber—his holy temple of worship. The smell could’ve been better, but really he was impressed to see just how tight it was. His arms were already pushing it out, and his head would soon follow the trend. Brayden began rubbing the inside of Freddie’s stomach, hoping to ease him of any tummy trouble later on, judging by his moan of pleasure, it seemed to work. Another hearty swallow sent Brayden’s bubble-butt into Fred’s mouth, as well as his extremely erect cock. The guys were very comfortable with each other, all having seen the other naked frequently, but this was a different kind of scenario, and he wouldn’t know how Freddie would react to his big leaking cock getting slurped down his throat. Whilst Brayden was concerned with his dick, Freddie wanted to explore the globes of flavor that was his ass.

Freddie’s tongue slid up between Bray’s mountainous cheeks, lapping at the meaty flavor with enthusiasm. Brayden arched his back in pure lust. Despite being so genetically blessed with his dick, if anyone knew anything about his sex life, he was a total power bottom at heart. As Freddie licked and lapped at his tight hole, literally eating him and eating him out, Brayden let out some high-pitched moans, already overstimulated in pleasure. Fred had barely begun when Brayden already came heavily all down his throat, coating Freddie’s esophagus with his thick seed. Freddie patted his belly, acknowledging his friend’s climax with love. Brayden put both of his hands against the stomach walls that contained him and blushed, thankful that his friend was so greedy and perfect.

On the outside, Freddie matched the bulge of Brayden’s hands with his own, taking a big swallow, sending Brayden’s torso down there with the rest of him. His bulbous belly ballooned out much more now, surpassing that of a pregnant woman. The weight in his gut felt so right, like he had been meant to do this for a long time now. Brayden’s muscular legs waved around in the air like thick noodles, ready to be slurped down. The hungry man tilted his head back and closed his eyes, listening to the slimy, wet sound of Brayden’s legs slowly descending and joining the rest of him inside of his hungry stomach. Freddie moaned and rubbed his hands over his growing belly, enamoured with the feeling. His friend was much larger than him, in terms of muscle and height, yet Fred had managed to pack him away. Most of him, anyway. Brayden’s ankles and feet still lay exposed to open air. Eyes fluttering back open, Fred, completely entranced with his meal, gulped slowly, the sound deep and gentle like a flowing river. His friend’s feet disappeared behind his lips, and Freddie closed his mouth, sealing Brayden inside of his stomach. The predator’s hand traced the mass of Brayden’s feet down his throat and into his stomach, feeling his midsection round out and grow for the last time. For the both of them, this was pure bliss.

At last, the entirety of Brayden was inside of Freddie’s hungry belly. What’s odd, Freddie still felt like he could fit more in there. However, that didn’t change the amazing and sumptuous feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment Freddie felt for fitting Brayden behind his abs. The college kid hefted the mass of his stomach up then dropped it back down, listening to Brayden slosh inside of there like it was some funnel water slide. He felt amazing in his stomach, and rubbed along the curve of his gut to let him know. Leaning against the fridge, Freddie whispered, “You feel great in there, Bray. Thank you man.”

Brayden pushed a hand out on Fred’s gut, showing his friend that he heard. Inside the sweltering, noisy belly, Brayden responded with, “Took you long enough, dude. Enjoy.”

Feeling the movement within, it caused a lot of gas to stir up inside Fred’s belly. He was suddenly very worried that the other two friends might find out about this, and this upcoming burp wasn’t going to help. Fred touched his belly softly, trying to signal to Brayden to calm down in there. Brayden interpreted this in the opposite way, and he started to squirm as much as he could, making Fred’s stomach expand further with all of the gas that needed release.

If Fred knew anything about belching (and, he most definitely did), it was that the more you try to hold them back, the bigger they get. Still, out of sheer panic and guilt, he swallowed down more air to hold this back. If his friends heard a burp this loud, they would definitely come to the kitchen to see the damages of the food he ate. When they would be met with his enormous, wobbling, noisy belly, not a single piece of real food touched, and a mysteriously invisible Brayden, they would probably put it together, which Freddie didn’t want. Now he secretly cursed Brayden for being so insistent about his gut, forcing himself down there when their best friends were literally in the adjacent room. Faced with an increasing discomfort, a squirming meal, and no other option, Freddie let it out, hoping to gain control of the situation immediately afterwards.

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Okay, so, his hope that maybe this belch wouldn’t be that noticeable since he let it out early was dashed. The apartment complex’s very foundations shook as he unleashed the monstrous belch, and with it, a wet, spit-soaked tank top that belonged to Brayden. Shit. Now, he had Brayden’s discarded clothes, a noticeably moving belly with his best friend inside, and two friends who just got up to start walking towards the kitchen. He let out another smaller, yet still impressive burp out of sheer anxiety.

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“Dude what the hell was that—” Will walked into the kitchen to see his friend’s massive belly and wet clothes he held in his hand. Alex shortly followed in behind him and froze alongside Will.

“Okay, guys,” Freddie started, slowly rubbing his belly in an attempt to seem a little more charming, “I need you to hear me out when I say this…”

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SR-71 RSO recalls when he proposed NY ANG to convert from C-5 to Blackbird to save the SR-71 program

The Blackbird

Trying to save the Blackbird program

NY ANG from C-5 to SR-71

The Blackbird

The SR-71, unofficially known as the “Blackbird,” is a long-range, advanced, strategic reconnaissance aircraft developed from the Lockheed A-12 and YF-12A aircraft. The first flight of an SR-71 took place on Dec. 22, 1964, and the first SR-71 to enter service was delivered to the 4200th (later 9th) Strategic Reconnaissance Wing at Beale Air Force Base, Calif., in January 1966.

Throughout its nearly 24-year career, the SR-71 remained the world’s fastest and highest-flying operational aircraft. From 80,000 feet, it could survey 100,000 square miles of Earth’s surface per hour. On Jul. 28, 1976, an SR-71 set two world records for its class — an absolute speed record of 2,193.167 mph and an absolute altitude record of 85,068.997 feet.

The US Air Force retired its fleet of SR-71s on Jan. 26, 1990.

SR-71 RSO recalls when he proposed NY ANG to convert from C-5 to Blackbird to save the SR-71 program

CLICK HERE to see The Aviation Geek Club contributor Linda Sheffield’s T-shirt designs! Linda has a personal relationship with the SR-71 because her father Butch Sheffield flew the Blackbird from test flight in 1965 until 1973. Butch’s Granddaughter’s Lisa Burroughs and Susan Miller are graphic designers. They designed most of the merchandise that is for sale on Threadless. A percentage of the profits go to Flight Test Museum at Edwards Air Force Base. This nonprofit charity is personal to the Sheffield family because they are raising money to house SR-71, #955. This was the first Blackbird that Butch Sheffield flew on Oct. 4, 1965.

Trying to save the Blackbird program

My father, Blackbird Reconnaissance Systems Officer (RSO) Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield worked for the Skunk Works from 1985 to 1989 starting in 1990. He worked directly for and reported to Ben Rich then after that to Sherm Mullins and Jack Gordon, all three Skunk Works presidents.

They were trying to save the SR-71s from being prematurely retired, as my father explains in his soon to be published book From the SR 71 to the Skunk Works (the life and career of Colonel Richard “Butch” Sheffield);

SR-71 RSO recalls when his Blackbird had to divert to South Korea after Photographing all of the SA-2 SAM Sites in North Korea in One Mission

SR-71 RSO Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield

“During the late 1980s and the early 1990s Ben and I wined and dined just about everyone in Washington who could help save the SR. This included the then-current Vice President of the United States Cheney, many Senators, and Representatives—most of the people from the intelligence community leaders of the Department of Defense, and officials.

“What people didn’t understand about Ben and his ‘close relationship was this. I found out what programs Ben Rich was cleared for he had been cleared on overhead programs (intelligence satellites) I took him into the only secure vault at the Skunk Works where we could talk about these programs then I went to the chalkboard and drew a diagram explaining the entire overhead complex what they did who they supported and what their shortcomings were. I explained to him how things worked in Washington DC; I learned all this while working at the Pentagon and later for the House Ways and Means Committee for Congress after that Ben wanted me near him to advise him.”

Rich and my father were in a car in the Washington DC area with the highest-ranking member of the New York Air National Guard. This was late 1989 1990-time frame.

NY ANG from C-5 to SR-71

FRED pilot explains why in the 1980s empty C-5 airlifters had to carry a rock in their cargo bay

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My father recalls;

“I was trying to save the SR with my knowledge of the program and my access to high-level persons in Washington. One of them was the commander of the New York Air National Guard. At the time this guard unit was flying the Lockheed C-5. They were having trouble keeping them flying because of funds for spare parts. I took him to the right people on Capitol Hill to help fix the problem. As we got to know each other better I asked him if his guard unit would like the SR-71s. He almost jumped out of the car. Of course, he wanted them.

“This was in 1990. We almost pulled it off, giving the SR’s away. The Air Guard Commander (a three-star General) called the New York guard commander into his office in Washington and chewed him out. The chief of staff Larry Welch had forbidden this action. He was afraid the SR-71 would continue to show up the Air Force at Air Shows!”

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reaction to his s/o’s death.

request: hi! how would moriarty the patriot characters react to his girlfriends death? sorry my english is bad becaues it’s not my language. if you don’t want to do it, dont do. have a nice day/evening😁

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; romance; drama; angst; death and blood mention; pregnancy and cancer mention too; suggestive

includes: female reader ft. sherlock holmes, jack renfield, james bond, fred porlock, george lestrade {mtp}

author’s note: hiii, thank you so much!

— SHERLOCK

↘ Your death was sudden. Sherlock was not prepared for it at all. He wanted to spend time with you that day at your favorite cafe on the corner of one of London’s streets. He wanted to eat apple pie with you, drink some coffee or tea with honey, and at the end take a walk along the park, talking about plans for the coming weeks.

↘ Your smiling face and eyes full of love, which shone even more at the sight of sweets, were muffled after a short while by the screams of the barista and customers, as well as gunshots, probably the most ordinary pistol. This day was going to be great, but it ended with a shooting by a madman.

↘ The sight of your body covered in blood and your blurred eyes was something indescribable to the man. After everything, the only question left was: Why didn’t he take you somewhere else? The feeling of guilt overwhelmed Sherlock Holmes like nothing else.

— JACK

↘ Just a few hours earlier, you were teasing each other about what to have for dinner, and a little after five in the evening, when you and your dog went for a short walk around the tenements, Jack heard many screams. He quickly put the newspaper he was reading on the table next to his cup of coffee, and then went to the huge window to see what had happened.

↘ The man could only see the galloping horse, the driver shouting incomprehensible words to God, your dog – Sharon – curled up under… you lying in a pool of blood, dirt and mud.

↘ That was when Jack cried for the first time in ten years, since your wedding.

— JAMES

↘ Together with James and William, you went to fulfill a mission; it was a simple task. Talk to the suspect, make a deal, possibly admit guilt and consider the punishment for the sins that the person was supposed to have committed.

↘ At first, everything was going well. Harold Stein, a German who came to London five years ago, was a human trafficker, who he brought from Germany. Pimping was a huge crime, so the three of you decided that there was no other punishment for the man than to hand him over to the police. And it was probably these words caused him to become so furious and disapproving. In an instant, the flash of a knife was within your sight. You quickly jumped away from the criminal, and then, with the will to fight, you wanted to stop him by saying that nothing would improve his situation.

↘ Your good spirit and aversion to aggression caused the knife to move towards you in an instant, and the next thing you felt was cold in your hands and toes. Looking down at the knife stuck straight into your chest, you just laughed. Flying bullets, fights, and poison had never defeated you… it was just a knife. Seeing this, James went into a rage, and even the calm and powerful William couldn’t stop him.

— FRED

↘ Fred understood the concept of death, he had dealt with it for a very long time, especially working for the Moriarty brothers.

↘ However, he never understood and never would understand the concept of the death of someone close to him, beloved, so precious. You were so young, so beautiful and had your whole life ahead of you; you wanted to write, sing, dance ballet, you wanted to open your own café, start a family with Fred in the future, have a pet and a garden where you would grow your favorite vegetables for salads or dinners. And yet cancer, for which a cure had not yet been invented, took you away from Fred in half a year.

↘ And although he had seen your life fading away for the last six months, at the funeral he could not hold back his tears and emotions; even Louis, even his mother, even God himself could not calm his suffering soul or soothe the longing that was visible in his gaze when he kissed your forehead for the last time in the coffin before placing it in the grave.

— GEORGE

↘ To George, you were a real princess, real Queen. And when you got pregnant with your first child, your husband couldn’t have been happier; a beloved woman, a home together, a long-awaited baby that would bear his surname, and also plans for the future like a secure old age and a group of grandchildren around the two of you sitting in old armchairs. Could it have been more beautiful?

↘ It certainly could have been... different. George had many enemies, but when you entered a relationship with him, you knew what to expect. So for five years you lived quietly, not sticking your neck out too much, enjoying being his life partner and future mother. However, everything changed on that one rainy night, when your beloved stayed at work longer than usual, wanting to finish some paperwork. And that’s when someone broke into your apartment. At first, they took what seemed valuable and expensive; your necklace, pocket watch, a bottle of red dry wine, a cigar, your grandmother’s rings, and also gold in small bars. And you would probably have survived that night if not for the instinct that told you to wake up and check if your husband had already returned.

↘ Instead of George, however, you saw a stranger who, upon seeing you, immediately attacked you with a vase standing on the dresser. In a moment, you found yourself on the floor with a terrible headache and spots before your eyes. The only thing you could think about was your husband and child in your belly. Unfortunately, your beloved returned too late and the sight he found was worse than all the nightmares he had dreamed of throughout his life. Guilt, anger, sadness, mourning, a desire for revenge… And in all of this, emptiness and loneliness...

[tamtuliko]

My heart hurts for many different reasons.

1. Not related to series: people calling Jes homophobic because of his acting methods during NC scenes. He said he drank. Not that he was wasted, Jesus christ, but he drank to have courage. The dude went from thumb kissing to a$$ biting. Sorry that he needs a little push, okay? As if anyone could do better than him. Tf they are questioning the acting method of a very popular, well-known, very successful actor. Didn't know that they were Oscar winning actors themselves. It makes my blood boil.

2. Bible losing his sh*t as well. They made him say things that he didn't even want to share. Like WTF. But Maan, him getting finally angry and taking it out was hot. I'm happy that he had the courage to voice his thoughts.

3. Jes and Bible being unhinged babes. I'm ready to go to war for them. Respect the actors and their acting method and, as a viewer, criticize their acting and result, not the method, especially when we are just viewers, people, viewers. Who tf gives us the right to question the method of acting of actors? Our job is to see results. If we want to start criticizing then let's go and win Oscars or start being in the production team or I don't know, be in the same industry as them.

4. They flirted in front of our salad. Kids...

About 4 minutes.

This:

Do I even need to talk about this??? Great, never forgot this. Omg, I can't believe that they made us stupid for 6 episodes.

This:

Greats idea of Tyme is same. Big brother, kind, safe zone, taking care of him, playing with him.

Kill me now.

P.S.

Just to put it out there:

Some actors who performed under the influence of ALC: Margot Robbie, Nicolas Cage, Billy Bob Thornton, Sandra Bullock, Nicole Kidman, Cate Blanchett, Sarah Paulson, Fred Astaire, The Beatles, Jack Nicholson, Robert Shaw, Carrie Fisher, Harrison Ford, Brad Pitt, Edward Norton, Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis during their NC scene, Robert Pattinson.

Now give me my bottle of red wine. I can't copy with all angst.