#fuck Passengers

[murrpa]

i can be wrong but wasn’t there a song by lana del rey with a lyric “you f*cked me so hard i almost said i love you”?

bc all think of is logan’s mf excited look when it loops in my head

[devouringbodies]

It's so over

We're So Back

[ornithorynquerouge]

Photographer: Enrique Villaluenga

[darkened-spirit]

You decided you wanted to wear a skirt that hugs you in all the best ways, a dangerous slit up the side, even more dangerous given that your decided not to wear any panties when we went out with the friend group tonight. You've been on a roll today, mouthing off, sticking your tongue out, generally fighting back because you know I've been otherwise occupied and couldn't get around to teaching you your lesson. Well, when we met up with the group you decided to keep it up, but this time you made the mistake of sitting on my lap when you did it. The main problem is I know just what buttons to push to make sure you know you've fucked up.

I'll wrap my arm around your waist, pulling you back against me for a hug and to steal a kiss. The group thinks it's cute and loving, none of them see my mouth moving against your neck as I whisper in your ear "now it's my turn, princess. You're going to remember who's in control here" as I start slowly moving my leg, bouncing it just enough that you feel that subtle pressure between your legs. That, combined with my kissing your neck, feeling my beard brushing against your skin, and whispering voice are enough to make you immediately widen your eyes. I feel your breathing change as I hold you against me, seeing you clutch at your skirt to pull it further down, trying to press against my leg to stop the movement. My free hand grips your thigh, lightly squeezing under that dangerous slit, touching you just close enough to that sensitive area that it works. Before long, I feel my leg growing warmer, and I have to hide a smile knowing that you won't be able to deny what's happening, there's too much evidence against you. One of the girls sitting opposite us catches my eye and gives a knowing smile, but doesn't say anything. I flash a quick grin back and we go back to acting like nothing's wrong, but she knows. She decides to do you a favor and gets everyone to call it a night, so they all start saying goodbye and filling out the door. She's one of the last to leave, wishing is a safe trip home, then glancing at me and smiling again. You're too focused on controlling your breathing to notice, and I've felt that warmth spreading quite a bit.

I kiss your shoulder again to get your attention, breaking you from the trance. You very shakily manage to get to your feet, giving me a view of a very noticeable stain gracing the back of your skirt and a matching one on my pant leg. I give you my jacket to wrap around your waist, then spill a bit of my water to save your pride, but not before teasing you with "aww, princess, all that took was a few words and moving my leg? You get turned on so easily, it's adorable" causing you to blush and stutter something under your breath. On the way out, as we stop to let others through the door, I quickly spank you, making you jump and squeak as I lean down and growl "I haven't forgotten princess, this was just your warm-up". On the way to the car, I keep my hand on the small of your back, steadying your walk as you still weave a bit, legs shaky. You didn't notice when we first arrived, but I'd parked towards the back of the lot, where it was darker and secluded.

We get to the car, I help you around the passenger side, and open the door for you, using the opportunity to make sure no one else was near. As you step towards the open door, my free hand wraps itself in your hair, pulling you close for a deep kiss. As I pull away, I say two words, but it's enough to change your breathing again and bring you back to reality.

"My turn"

I bend you over, head and shoulders pressed into the car seat as I pull your skirt up and over your ass, landing a few spanks that echo through the empty lot. You squeal loudly, trying to stand but unable to move against my hand pushing you down. My fingers trail up the inside of your thigh, feeling the wetness that has been escaping all evening, before finding their goal and lightly brushing your clit and swollen pussy. You gasp, freezing immediately, almost afraid to move except for your legs starting to shake again. I laugh, teasing you with my fingers as I tell you how warm and wet you are already for me, what an eager little toy you are to be this needy and desperate, around all those people. My fingers find your clit, circling it as I ask out loud if I should take care of you now, or wait until we're home? You whine softly, the only answer I need as my thumb slowly enters you, causing a moan to escape your lips. It's almost immediately soaked, and I bring it to my lips to taste before undoing my belt, letting you know just how good you taste for me. At this point I don't even have to hold you down, your eyes almost glazed over from the desperation, begging me to do something besides tease you.

"As you wish, my princess"

My hand wraps itself in your hair again, pulling your face back to mine for a deep kiss as I slowly push my length inside your dripping wet pussy. That sudden change wakes something in you, pushing back to meet me before you almost lose control of yourself, legs shaking so bad you almost fall, my hand in your hair the only thing keeping you up. I push you back into the seat, putting my hand under your waist instead to hold you up and pull you back into me, then quickly changing my pace to use your needy hole hard and fast. You moan without realizing, hearing my voice calling you my good girl, my pretty little fuckdoll, my needy cumdump. I feel your juices gush out around my length, dripping to the pavement as I bury myself fully inside you, releasing my load and breeding your tight hole, claiming you again as mine.

Slowly pulling myself out, fastening my belt again and helping you into your seat, a towel underneath you to catch whatever might leak during the ride. A kiss on your forehead before going to the driver's side, then holding your hand on your thigh as we make our way home. You start to come back to reality as we pull in the drive, looking around, then looking at me, smiling a bit as you remember what happened, thanking me for the fun. I lean over, kiss you softly, then softly tell you

"Get inside, I'm not finished yet. When I'm done, you won't be able to walk or talk. You're going to be a braindead little whore for me, covered in my bites and handprints. And you're going to beg me for each and every one. That was your treatment for what you did at the restaurant. What you've been doing all day? I haven't even started"

Any volunteers to make this a reality?

[devilsskettle]

why do they stand like that

[jamesheathridge]

I look into your eyes But I can't find a reflection

[barklikeagod]

the red marks on the side of his throat from benson choking him…

[citricjoy]

the passenger (2023) is such a crazy watch from a place of passive suicidal ideation because benson feels so firmly in that camp at the beginning especially on a second watch, like suicidality feels like such a driving force for him. from the moment he has randy in the car all i can see is someone who has had idle fantasies for so long about ending his own life finally seeing the end coming near and he’s fucking ecstatic. like yes! i’m finally gonna be done with this shit, AND i got to help someone on the way out! he’s found this purpose in ‘helping’ randy and he comes at it so manically because he’s just gotta get this shit done and then he can fuck off into a pine box and stop dragging out his wasted life!… but then sheppard happens. and ms. beard happens. and the cops show up. and that fantasy is ripped away, and all benson can do is laugh at what a fucking idiot he was, thinking he’d grow up to be fucking anything at all.

[visceravalentines]

the passenger - hey man, nice shot

[kevindavidday]

i'm like half sure kevin telling jeremy about what he did after riko broke his hand is the first time andreil hear about it too

[queerherbert]

i rlly rlly rlly love benson obsessing over randy. at first hes just another kid that works there. but over time he notices him, how pathetic he is, how weak he is. how he looks right into your eyes when he talks to you, pupils dilated with fear like a scared animal. his fidgeting, his shallow breathing. benson watches him like a hawk. he convinces himself hes just intrigued by him. he starts to think about him outside of work. wonders what hes doing. what music he likes. what does his skin feel like? he almost smacks himself. "you fucking disgust me" he'd mutter to himself in the mirror. he washes his hands, scrubs them till theyre sore. it gets worse. he feels randy under his skin. he hears his voice in his head. he cant even look at the color blue without wanting to punch something. he fucking hates him. he wants to split him open. he wants to kiss him. he wants to tell him to man the fuck up. he wants to hold him. he wants to fix him. he wants to see him cry. he wants to ruin him. he wants to save him.

[stroadkill]

If Amtrak was as great as it used to be today I could be happy but not like this

Side note. Instead of "cog in the wheel" we should start saying "car on the highway". For funsies

[saintathelstan]

if randy had let himself go apeshit he'd have killed benson right then and there

[gabriestat]

gay people cannot break up normally it always has to be something like "it was me. i called the cops. but you're still in charge, benson" and get like four women and cops involved

[darkened-spirit]

It would be so nice to have a passenger princess on this drive today, someone to talk to, spend time with, enjoy their company.... Someone's thigh to hold while I'm driving, their hand when we're wandering around stores.... Their throat when we're in a secluded corner

I hope they'd wear something with easy access, my hands would wander when I'm driving, straying from her thighs to between her legs, teasing and playing until I could feel the wetness. To her chest, until I could feel and see her nipples poking out, begging for more. In stores, wandering from her hand across her back, finding any excuse to get behind her and kiss her neck while holding her sides, sneaking some feels of my pretty little toy when no one's watching. I want to see how flustered she can get, how desperate and needy.

Once we're back to the car, my fingers will be between her legs again, my mouth on hers, playing with my princess and making that desperation grow. Kissing from her lips to her neck, down to her chest and back as my fingers play, pumping into her while my thumb teases her clit. Growling in her ear how perfect she looks and sounds, soaking my fingers, moaning and whining for me, being such a desperate little toy for me while kissing and lightly biting her throat, her hands on her nipples as her back arches, head thrown back and lets out the loudest moan of the day, freezing completely before shaking and collapsing into the seat. I'll kiss her gently, clean my fingers with my mouth to taste her delicious juices, and help her recover with some kisses and cuddles before we go to the next store.

Then I'll repeat it all again until this time, my fingers aren't enough and I'll have to park in an extra secluded spot to fuck the desperation out of her instead.

Any volunteers?

Feel free to send asks, I'm an open book

[pptiny]

tick by des rocs x the passenger 2023

I got a funny feeling that none of this means anything Sleep, wake, repeat and you can fuck off!